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The apartment was plunged into silence, except for the sound—which filled the room—of the cat clock on the wall above the armchair where he was sitting.
The cat Felix that Jimin had bought one afternoon when they went for a walk downtown, at an antique bazaar because it seemed like a retro and “charming” detail for his home, but Jungkook had never found it charming, as he always thought it was terrifying how its eyes seemed to follow him everywhere. He even remembers that the first week they bought it, it would startle him when he went to get a glass of water at night.
And now the cat's black tail, swaying relentlessly from side to side, made the silence in the apartment feel even more intense.
From that moment on, he knew that Jimin found a certain fascination in those details.
He sighed and looked away from those mocking white eyes to the Ghostface mask he was holding in his hands and then to the knife resting on the armchair next to him. Every possible scenario played over and over in his head. What if he didn't like what he was preparing? What if the surprise wasn't what he expected?
Then a thought struck him like a bolt of lightning, a fleeting memory from a few weeks ago. It was the night they decided to watch Scream together, a recommendation from a TikTok video they saw for their weekly movie night. They were on that same couch in the living room, well actually he was sitting on the floor, on the warm white rug that decorated the entire room, and Jimin was sitting on the couch with his long legs stretched out where he was resting his head. And in front of them was a huge bowl of popcorn on their coffee table that they had finished while they were deciding which movie to watch.
He remembers the sound of Jimin's giggles in the darkness with only the TV screen lighting them up and the special sparkle in his eyes when he turned to look at him. "Look at that guy, Jungkook. Isn't he incredible? His outfit can't even cost ten thousand won. He's so simple... but creepy." Jimin had said, looking at the killer with an amused smile, his attention caught by the television. Jungkook had just nodded as he rested his cheek on Jimin's thigh, laughing at his fascination with the movie. But it wasn't just a simple fascination with horror, as the movie wasn't as good as others they had seen before. It was the way the blond enjoyed watching the movie, as if everything was more intense and exciting for him, especially in the scenes where the masked man stalked his victims.
After that night, Jimin watched all the Scream movies.
The entire saga, right up to the last one, which received poor reviews at the box office.
When he came home from work or even when they were about to go to sleep, he would watch intently each of the six films in the saga about the killer with the peculiar ghostly mask with exaggerated features.
And then he realized something.
He noticed it in the way he didn't just watch the movie; it was as if every part of Jimin wanted to be part of that bloody world, as if every line of dialogue and every scene caught him in a spell that kept him absorbed throughout the movie. At first, he just admired how Jimin paid attention only to the screen as if the rest of the world didn't exist; his boyfriend was like that with things that interested him. But Jungkook could sense something else; it wasn't just the movie that kept the blond so absorbed, there was something he couldn't quite understand.
Jimin enjoyed the fear.
Every time the killer appeared on screen, a slight curve formed on his lips, a barely visible half-smile. Not one of fear or nerves, obviously, but one of satisfaction, as if he were enjoying every moment. A smile different from the ones he usually saw.
Then one day, on his way home, he saw the famous mask in the window of a costume shop and, without thinking twice, bought it to give to Jimin as a gift. After all, Halloween was just around the corner. However, when he tried it on out of curiosity in front of the mirror, he had a different idea.
What if he surprised Jimin to make him feel like he was part of that universe of terror?
Maybe he could hide and then chase him around his apartment and laugh together.
He just wanted to see that expression on his sweet face one more time, that mixture of excitement and fascination that Jimin had for the movie, for the masked killer in particular. He knew it was something deeper than just a taste for horror movies. But above all, he wanted to be the one to cause that expression
That's why he's now sitting on the sofa dressed entirely in black, waiting for Jimin's message telling him that he's about to arrive home so he can hide behind the curtains of the large window in his apartment. Although now he only feels his own fear, his desire to fulfill the blond's dark pleasure is stronger. To please him.
👻🎃👻
Min♥️
I'm on my way up, honey💞
I hope you like the noodles Hobi made.
10:25 p.m.
You
Do you like horror movies?
10:27 p.m.
Min♥️
What?
10:38 p.m.
Jimin laughed and shook his head as he opened the apartment door.
Maybe Jungkook was just still teasing him after finishing all the Scream movies in two weeks.
When he entered his home, everything was dark, and the apartment was only dimly lit by the two lamps on either side of the living room sofa. He tried to turn on the lights, but when he pressed the switch, nothing happened. He frowned, feeling a chill in the gloomier-than-usual atmosphere.
“Jungkook?” Jimin's asked aloud as I walked toward his room, bag of noodles in hand, but the place was empty and all I could hear was the sound of my footsteps. “Honey, where are you?” sighed, sitting down on the bed and pouting at the end.
Jungkook was supposed to leave work early so they could have dinner together.
At that moment, her cell phone vibrated in her back pocket. he quickly took it out and frowned when he saw that it was a call from an unknown number.
“Hello?” answered curiously.
There was silence for ten seconds, and just as he was about to hang up, he heard someone breathing.
“What's your favorite horror movie?”
The voice was a little distorted but clear enough for Jimin to recognize it.
He smiled a little more relaxed when he heard that familiar tone in the voice on the other end.
“Kook, is that you?” asked, laughing slightly, feeling something in his chest that he couldn't describe in simple words.
There was a brief pause, and then the voice he knew so well sounded again, this time deeper and with a somber tone that made him press the phone closer to his ear.
“You could try a little harder, honey,” heard a hoarse whisper, lower than normal. With a seductive tone that made him laugh nervously. It made him feel as if a chill ran down his spine.
His heart began to beat faster.
“So... who are you?” replied as left the room, her curiosity growing, and walked slowly down the hallway, her eyes fixed on the darkness of the room and the bag of noodles hanging, forgotten, in her hand.
The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty space and his breathing became heavier as he approached the room, feeling as if the atmosphere was filled with a tension that was difficult to ignore. Something was about to happen, he could feel it.
But that feeling... that feeling of being watched.
It excited him more than he wanted to admit.
“The question is not who I am... but where I am,” heard a deeper, more suggestive tone.
“Where are you?” asked, almost in a whisper, as he cautiously entered the room, his steps lighter and more restless. Everything around him was dark, and he couldn't see beyond the reach of his vision.
“Very close...” came the reply from the other end of the line, in an even softer voice.
He looked around, curiosity taking hold of him, finding nothing that could help him figure out what was going on.
Suddenly, something made him stop dead in his tracks.
And there was only a thud as the bag he was holding slipped from his hands and fell to the floor. There, in the darkness, a sharp figure loomed between the curtains of the apartment's large window, the gleaming, sharp blade of a knife. The tip glistened, reflecting the dim light of the lamps. Fear began to take hold of him, but before he could react, heard the voice on the phone again, this time full of amusement.
“What happened? You look scared, pretty,” heard on the other end of the line, as if they were enjoying the moment. Enjoying watching him scared.
Jimin, his heart still racing, noticed something peculiar under the curtains. Something that brought a mischievous smile to his face.
“And... can you see me?” replied with another mischievous question.
The answer was not long in coming, enigmatic and provocative.
“Maybe...” murmured.
The blondie with a mischievous smile on his face approached until he was in the middle of the room, surrounded by lights next to the armchair. The atmosphere became denser, but now more seductive. He took a step forward and, flirtatiously, brought his thumb to his mouth, trapping it between his lips to begin circling it with his tongue, moistening it with his saliva. Then he took it out and slowly ran it over his lower lip, letting everything become more intense as he left an exquisite shine on his lips.
“Like this?” whispered, extending his neck to one side, exposing it, while his fingers gently caressed his neck, provocatively, slowly.
Jungkook watched everything from the other side as if it were an invitation.
His boyfriend was completely immersed in everything he had created and was enjoying it.
He was enjoying being watched.
And he hadn't seen the best part yet.
“Hi, Jimin,” Jungkook greeted him, low and hoarse, coming out from behind the curtains while waving his knife, which glinted in the dim light, as a greeting and smiling under his mask, even though the blond couldn't see it.
On the other hand, Jimin couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing in front of him.
He blinked, incredulous. Was this real? He wondered.
At first, he thought it was some kind of improvised game to scare him, maybe a joke. But he never imagined that Jungkook would be recreating his recent obsession: Scream.
Shit.
He admitted that perhaps the scenes of the killer provoked something more than just a simple feeling of terror in him. There was something else, a different feeling when the killer lurked in the shadows, when everything seemed to be on the verge of the forbidden. So while watching the movies, he was struck by the thought of what it would feel like to be watched or pursued in that way.
And now Jungkook was there, in front of him. His body was dressed entirely in black, with those dark, loose-fitting pants and that tight black T-shirt that highlighted every curve of his torso, emphasizing his slim waist and broad shoulders. The sight of the tattoo covering his entire right arm, in the dim light of the living room lamps, made Jimin forget to breathe for a moment. Damn, how could a man look so sexy with a knife in his hand and that mask?
His chest, now more toned than before, made him want to throw himself on top of him, bury his face in his chest as if it were a soft pillow.
But it was the mask that took his breath away.
Jungkook was wearing the Ghostface mask.
Dressed like that, he seemed to be taken not only from his darkest fantasies, but also from a danger he would not be able to resist. The sight of his hidden face, so enigmatic, made him feel more vulnerable, but at the same time, more eager and expectant to know what else could happen.
Jimin swallowed, feeling the heat in his cheeks. He was sure the black-haired man had already noticed how much he wanted him at that moment. But it was impossible to ignore how the whole atmosphere and that dark outfit, which fit his body deliciously, provoked endless emotions in him.
Something like a deep, visceral desire, a mixture of fear, excitement, and arousal.
“So...” the masked man's voice broke the silence and pulled him out of his thoughts, slowly approaching him, “What's your favorite horror movie, Jimin?”
The question hung in the air, charged with a different tone, and Jimin found himself caught between fear and fascination, unable to stop staring at the mask Jungkook was wearing as he advanced toward him with a slow, almost calculated and deliberate step, perhaps wanting to take control of the situation to continue playing with his emotions.
His body tensed, but he couldn't pull away, as if a force stronger than him was keeping him there, wanting Jungkook to come closer, yet fearing that he would because that would mean that maybe it would all end.
Oh yes, Jimin is going to take advantage of this and play the role of the innocent boy being stalked by the sexy killer and enjoy every second of it.
“My favorite horror movie?” repeated, unable to take his eyes off the knife Jungkook was still holding in his right hand. He was aware of the short distance between them, but he also felt the atmosphere charged with something else, something that made him burn inside. “Maybe... right now, I could tell you that this is my favorite scene, Mr. Ghostface.” The words came out of his mouth in a softer tone, full of excitement.
Jungkook stopped in front of him, motionless, looking at him through the Ghostface mask in all its glory.
His shadowy figure projected a palpable sense of danger. Perhaps the mask covered his entire face, but his eyes were charged with an intensity that Jimin couldn't help but notice.
Jimin's breathing was the only sound to be heard at that moment, a rapid rhythm that made his chest rise and fall quickly, until the masked man spoke again, this time in a deeper tone and with a mocking smile behind the mask.
“You like scary scenes, huh?” he asked, and the blond felt Jungkook's eyes run up and down him, tracing every line of his body with an intensity that made him shudder. “It can be very... exciting, you know?” he said, slowly raising the hand holding the knife, as if enjoying total control over the situation. “Fear.”
Then Jimin tensed as the cold blade touched his warm, rosy cheek.
The sensation of metal against his burning skin made him close his eyes for a second, as if his whole body reacted to the threat of that small contact. An unexpected heat began to spread through his neck, his chest, and ignited him, making every part of his body tingle. The cold blade of the knife ran across his skin, sliding with an almost ironic smoothness in contrast to the burning sensation that consumed him inside.
Every word Jungkook said, every movement he made, pushed him beyond what he had imagined would be a simple joke.
He was losing control.
Jimin felt the thick air in his lungs and how his body was frozen in place, not moving an inch, caught between the false fear the situation produced in him and a spark of excitement he couldn't deny.
A mixture of terror and desire.
“Scared?” he repeated, his voice trembling but defiant. He didn't know if it was because of the chill running down his spine, the blade now running the length of his neck, or that strange feeling of desire that was completely enveloping him. “I don't know...” he let the answer hang in the air, as if challenging the man in front of him.
Jungkook, for his part, smiled smugly.
He took another step closer, too close, and Jimin could feel the heat of his body against his own.
“I don't think you dare tell me what you'd like to do in this situation,” Jungkook whispered, leaning his masked face toward him. The proximity made it impossible for Jimin to think clearly.
Breathing heavily, Jimin looked up, his eyes fixed on the mask, as if it had hypnotized him, and at the same time, a feeling of desire took hold of him.
“Maybe... I'd like to see if you're really as dangerous as you seem,” the provocation in his voice was so obvious that even he was surprised to hear himself.
Jungkook noticed it instantly and laughed at how bratty the blond was being.
He was going to destroy him.
Jimin's words were like a spark that ignited him completely. The tension exploded in the air and Jungkook didn't say another word.
Instead, he grabbed a handful of his hair, blond and soft to the touch, and pulled him roughly toward his masked face. He realized he had caught Jimin off guard when he saw the look of surprise on his face in front of him.
“On your knees,” he demanded with obvious provocation, “we'll see if that mouth is still so bold once it's filled with my cock.”
Jungkook let go after tucking a strand of his blond hair behind his ear and slumped into the living room chair, his posture relaxed but full of authority. His legs were spread apart, his thigh muscles defined under his pants, and his head was tilted slightly to one side, watching Jimin with a penetrating gaze from under his mask as if he were evaluating his every reaction. There was something about the way he looked at him, or perhaps it was his gestures, that made him even more imposing and desirable.
It was as if he had complete power and control in his hands, and Jimin could only feel so small.
Jimin slides to his knees, obediently, feeling the rough carpet beneath him, without taking his eyes off the mask. His breathing becomes heavier now, looking at his boyfriend in front of him and settling between his legs.
Unable to help himself, he realizes how much everything was affecting him, how much he wants the killer in front of him, Ghostface, to take him completely.
Rough and cruel until he cries with pleasure.
“Very good, Jimin,” the masked man congratulated him for the speed with which he knelt in front of him. “Take care of this,” he said, bringing the blond's face closer to his crotch. “It looks like your mouth is dying to be filled... drink.”
Fear and desire merge in Jimin, who looks at him lustfully from below, hurriedly unbuttoning his pants while Jungkook lifts his hips so he can take them off at once.
He had to swallow hard at the sight of the bulge, already erect, still covered by those black Calvin Klein boxers that clung deliciously to his strong thighs. He couldn't help rubbing his cheek against it, panting with need for the hardness he felt and for how Jungkook tensed when his hot breath hit his clothed cock.
Jimin grabs the sides of the boxers and licks his lips as he pulls Jungkook's underwear down. Jungkook's cock is freed, hitting his pelvis, dripping pre-cum from the tip, and Jimin wraps his fingers around it.
He feels his stomach churn and squeezes his thighs to relieve himself. Jimin knows Jungkook is big, but he has to admit that today he looks more intimidating and bigger than other nights. That's why he swallows hard when he feels his mouth go dry the more he looks at the red, angry cock in his hands.
“Fuck,” Jungkook moans as he watches the blond's hand squeeze him. His hand looks so small around his member, which makes him even more excited.
“What's wrong?” asks with a look so innocent that it doesn't seem like he's holding a cock in his hands and is about to give him a blowjob. “Am I doing it wrong?”
Jungkook can't believe how Jimin's face can be that of an angel, innocent and pure, without a hint of daring, when he's drooling so lasciviously inches from his pelvis, in total contrast to what he's about to do.
“Don't tease me, baby,” says, taking his cock and caressing Jimin's lips with the tip, “or I won't be so nice and I'll use your mouth like a fleshlight.”
Jimin looks up, arching an eyebrow as if he doesn't think it's a bad idea, and feels Jungkook's cock twitch as he moves his tongue over the head, tracing the veins protruding from the shaft and moving back up the slit. He tilts his head slightly and drags his tongue down, close to his balls, before moving back up and circling the tip with his tongue to completely submerge the cock in his mouth.
Jungkook moans hoarsely, dropping his head back against the back of the chair and cursing as Jimin moves his head up and down, swallowing his cock completely, sucking his cheeks when he's halfway down the shaft and then pushing it all the way down his throat.
He pulls away with a soft plop and spits the saliva accumulated in his mouth into his left hand to wrap it around Jungkook and start pumping him while lowering his head to pay attention to his balls, wrapping each one in his mouth and sucking gently.
“Shit, Jimin,” he hears a distorted gasp behind the mask.
Jimin grabs the base with his hand, spitting on the head of his cock, watching as his saliva and pre-cum drip down its length before sinking it back in all the way, his nose resting on Jungkook's pelvis as he slowly takes a breath so as not to choke. He feels his body on fire as he tastes the salty, musky flavor on his tongue mixed with his saliva, and he opens his lips wider to take more of Jungkook into his mouth.
Jungkook's fingers find Jimin's blond hair, pulling lightly as he moves his hips upward, fucking his mouth. Jimin responds with moans that send delicious vibrations throughout Jungkook's cock as he sets a moderate pace.
A guttural noise escapes Jungkook's throat, so primitive and out of control.
“Fuck, I wish you could see how your fat lips wrap around me beautifully, baby. Can you feel my cock in your throat?” he asks, moving his hips faster as Jimin squeezes his buttocks with his hands to keep him pushing deeper.
Everything is nothing but wet and messy.
Jungkook is about to come when he looks at Jimin, a mess of saliva and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, wetting his rosy cheeks, and crawls out of the blond's sinful mouth, forcing his body to hold back his orgasm.
Jimin looks at him unfocused, his lips swollen and his hair messy from pulling on it so much.
“Get on your knees on the carpet,” he demands. “I want to see your ass swallowing my cock,” he says quietly, but sounding inhuman and distorted.
Jimin is slow to understand and gasps when Jungkook suddenly grabs him by the hips, turning him over onto his stomach, then leans forward, touching the carpet with his chest and moving his ass upward.
“Jungkook!” A muffled scream escapes his lips when he hears the fabric of his jeans tearing in half, exposing his ass.
The masked man slaps his buttocks for his audacity, and Jimin moans, lifting his hips higher when Jungkook slaps him again, leaving a stinging sensation on both cheeks, which are surely marked by the large hands that touched him.
He gasps when he feels the cold blade again, which tore his pants, caressing his buttocks slowly, calming the burning caused by the slaps.
“You're a fucking work of art,” Jungkook growls, pushing her panties aside and spitting into her hole to insert his middle and index fingers, pushing them in, preparing him.
So dirty and exciting at the same time.
Jimin moans at the intrusion and feels his penis ache, so he starts rubbing what's left of his pants on the carpet, while Jungkook's fingers sink in up to his knuckles, opening him up, stretching the fabric.
“Maybe I should have just stuck my dick in this dirty hole, huh?” Jungkook's voice is deep and rough.
Jimin breathes heavily when he feels Jungkook's fingers sink deeper into him.
With a slight sigh, he turns his head just to see Jungkook's other hand lift his mask slightly, enough to free his mouth, and then he sees him spit out the dirtiest and most abundant amount of saliva before thrusting his third finger inside him.
“Shit!” he closes his eyes tightly and holds his breath when he feels that spot that drives him crazy being touched. “A-ah!” gasps and feels his cock dripping pre-cum, creating a small wet puddle underneath.
Jungkook pushes so hard that he's trembling with pleasure. Fast and deep. He can't believe he's about to come so quickly just from seeing that damn mask.
“Right there... more please,” moans, biting his lower lip hard, and Jungkook presses on his prostate once more before slowly sliding his fingers back.
Jimin growls in annoyance as he looks back and sees Jungkook pull down his pants, revealing his thick cock standing erect and angry above his pelvis.
“I bet you'd come just from my fingers if I wanted to,” moans the masked man as he watches the blond's hole tighten around nothing. “So desperate.”
Jimin swallows hard as he watches Jungkook wrap his cock, massaging it with his tattoo-covered hand. So hot.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?”
Holy shit.
He definitely wants to drive him crazy.
Jimin lets out a light chuckle, enjoying the moment, and turns his attention to the masked man, looking at him amused.
“Why, won't you fuck me if I say yes?” responds with another question, his tone mischievous and laden with lust.
“Maybe...” I murmur calmly.
Jimin raises an eyebrow with a mischievous gleam in his eyes and turns away, resting his cheek on the carpet. “What a shame,” sighs with feigned boredom. “My boyfriend hasn't fucked me properly in a long time,” murmurs softly but loud enough to be heard.
The room falls completely silent. Silent enough to hear only the heavy, distorted breathing behind the Ghostface mask.
“What did you say, honey?”
Jimin realizes what just came out of his mouth too late. He likes to act like a brat, but maybe this time he went a little too far.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers immediately, feeling so embarrassed that he can't look back. “I wasn't trying to—”
“Shh,” the masked man interrupts him as he gently caresses his waist, sending shivers down his spine with the calmness of his voice. “You don't have to apologize, sweetheart.”
“Oh, damn,” Jimin moans as Jungkook spits into his hole again and starts circling the tip of his cock around it, without sliding inside.
“Hmm?” Jungkook murmurs, starting to rub his cock between his buttocks, “Your boyfriend is a fucking idiot... how can he neglect this pretty ass, huh?”
It's hard for Jimin to concentrate when he feels something cold and rough start to rub along his back. The mask.
“Jung-Jungkook,” Jimin sobs, closing his eyes as he feels a hand wrap around his throat, squeezing gently.
“Jungkook?” asks the masked man, lining up his cock.
Jimin is so needy and horny. Too overwhelmed that he can't help his eyes filling with tears at the desperation of wanting to feel him inside him and fuck him until it clouds all his senses. He wants it so badly.
“Fuck it,” Jungkook says, squeezing his throat harder and sliding his cock in with one thrust until his pelvis collides with the blond's buttocks, producing a loud noise that fills the room.
“Fuck.”
Jimin moans, putting his hand over the one around his throat as he feels his hole stretching. Jungkook's cock is big, it fills all his senses and always leaves him satisfied, but Jimin needs him to move.
“Mmh... I'm going to ruin you, baby,” he murmurs in his ear, slowly pulling out of him but leaving the tip of his cock still inside.
Jimin screams when Jungkook grabs his hips and begins to pound fiercely inside him. So hard that his whole body rocks forward, losing his balance.
He bites his lower lip as he feels his insides stretching more and more from the intrusion, swallowing him whole.
Shit. Jungkook is always so big.
“Yes... yes...” Jimin whimpers with each thrust of the masked man's hips, feeling the heat in his cheeks rise as he blushes at the sound of Jungkook's balls slapping against his ass with each thrust.
“Say it... tell me I'm better than your boring boyfriend, baby.”
Jimin's forehead falls to the carpet, his mouth open, trying to breathe. Then he arches his back to feel him deeper inside, knowing that the sight of his ass in that position will drive the man who continues to abuse his hole at a vigorous pace crazy.
“Y-you're the best,” he stammers with each thrust, “fuck me... please fuck me, Mr. Killer, h-harder,” says breathlessly, his knees beginning to tremble.
Jungkook laughs, tightening his grip around the blond's narrow waist, pulling him back onto his cock. Jimin can only emit small whimpers as he enjoys the sensation, feeling full and overwhelmed at the same time.
Jimin feels the tip of Jungkook's cock press against his spot as he speeds up his hips. The large hands on his waist squeeze him with almost brutal force, claiming him, and he knows that the bruises on his skin will soon appear, but he doesn't care. Not when he feels his whole body burning, making him shiver completely. And his heartbeat quickens to an uncontrollable rhythm, as if it were about to explode. He feels tears begin to well up in his eyes, clouding his vision, but what consumes him most is the desire that burns him from within, running through his skin.
His head throbs with every beat, and the thrusts behind him push him further and further into perdition, as if his mind were about to collapse under the intensity. He has never felt anything so intense take over his entire body.
He feels so out of control and so close.
“You should work a little... Don't you think, sweetie?” He listens and growls in annoyance as Jungkook slides out, leaving him empty. “After all, you were a brat all night.”
A needy sound escapes Jimin's throat when he feels the cool air brush against his hole, which is now exposed and open in front of Jungkook.
Jimin raises his head, cheeks flushed, and reaches back with one hand, taking the man's member and guiding it back inside him, taking it, and with his elbows resting on the floor, he begins to move his hips back and forth at a painfully slow pace. He feels like he's going to faint at any moment.
His hips move of their own accord, feeling so damn good. So full, too good.
“Is that okay... Mr. Ghostface?” he asks, speeding up despite the burning sensation in his thighs from the effort. Fucking deeper as he sucks on the penis inside him, trapping it between his tight walls.
Everything is so lascivious and exciting that it elicits hoarse moans from Jungkook, who can't stop uttering distorted curses from beneath his mask.
“Perfect, baby... I wish you could see how your pretty hole swallows my cock completely,” says Jungkook, cupping each of the blond's cheeks and spreading his buttocks to admire, from behind the mask, the spectacle in front of him. It was impossible not to be mesmerized watching the blond's rim stretch more and more as he swallowed his thick length. It was so obscene, the way his cock slid in and out of the tight hole, glistening with pre-cum, making it slide in even easier.
Jimin gasps loudly and shamelessly when Jungkook pushes back in, hard and fast, hitting right on his prostate with the tip of his wet, hot cock.
“M-more... more please,” he gasps, pushing his hips back to meet the younger man's thrusts. Jimin feels his cock already releasing precum and his moans grow louder as he feels the heat in his belly increase.
Jimin is a mess, all tears and sobs, dripping with his whole body shaking. He only hears Jungkook's heavy breathing as he thrusts wildly into him at a brutal pace behind him.
“Fuck... Jimin,” he curses as he tightens around him, sucking his length deeper inside him, taking him completely.
And he feels like an addict, high on the pleasure and lust this man is causing him by recreating his most recent fantasy. Damn it. His stomach burns with every touch on his prostate, and he feels like his knees won't be able to hold him up any longer.
Jungkook wraps his hand around his cock, pink and wet, and moves his wrist up and down as he begins to grind him with deeper movements. Jimin tries to catch his breath because he can't breathe or stop rolling his hips back with the same intensity to feel Jungkook's thick length inside him. Creating a perfect angle.
Everything is so hot and perfect.
Jimin holds his breath when he feels warm breath against his ear, an invisible whisper that makes his skin tingle.
Jungkook has taken off his Ghostface mask.
That's when he watches the mask slowly fall to the side of his hand. Jungkook is so close that his breath caresses every exposed inch of his skin.
Shit, he's about to come.
“What's wrong, baby?” Jungkook murmurs, his deep voice sliding down her neck like a caress. “You like this a lot, don't you?” He teases, masturbating him with hard, fast strokes while continuing to thrust and touch her center at the same time, “When I fuck you hard.”
“Yes, yes...” She whispers, panting.
Jungkook smiles against his skin, and without giving him time to think, tilts his face toward his ear. He exhales slowly, letting the warmth of his breath seep under his skin before catching his earlobe between his lips and sucking on it. Just enough pressure to make him shiver.
Jungkook's hips moved relentlessly, thrusting deep inside him, hitting Jimin's prostate with every stroke. The blond lets out a low, involuntary moan, and his hands grip the carpet, searching for support so he doesn't collapse from the pleasure.
Jungkook licks his lips afterward, and the wet, almost imperceptible sound manages to make his ears ring.
“Look at me, Jimin.”
The name echoes like a torn whisper, and Jimin obeys without thinking, turning his face slightly, while Jungkook continues to fuck him hard. Their eyes finally meet, dark and bright, consumed by pure desire, so close that they share the same breath.
He is so handsome it hurts, and his gaze is intense and wild, charged with something that burns without permission. Something that has always been there but came to light because of this dark fantasy. The black-haired boy smiles at him like a madman, and damn, he looks so hot with those eyes looking at him as if he were his everything and his hair wet with sweat, surely from having the mask on all this time.
So ethereal...
It's like a dream come true. A wet dream recreated just for him.
“You love swallowing my cock so much...” laughs the black-haired boy as he continues to fuck him and he can only utter babbling sounds, “You even drool like a little slut,” he says, running his hot tongue along his neck and jaw, licking the saliva that had slipped from his mouth, “So greedy and dirty.”
Jimin feels his stomach tighten every time Jungkook's cock hits his prostate over and over again. There's no trace of the mask. Just him. Just Jungkook, talking dirty to him, so real and raw. And he wants it so badly.
“Stick out your tongue,” he orders, and he quickly obeys, opening his mouth and sticking out his little tongue.
Then Jungkook leans in to suck his tongue devotedly, so obscene. All you can hear is the sound of their skin colliding and their increasingly loud gasps. His fingers tangle in the black-haired man's damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as their mouths collide in a desperate kiss, their lips moving hungrily and their tongues meeting, deepening the kiss, getting hotter and hotter, breathless.
Jungkook's hips move forward with more force and brutal precision, accelerating the rhythm as his wrist pulls on the blond's wet cock, who feels like he's in heaven being stretched from behind and by the friction he feels from Jungkook's hand.
Jimin moans into his mouth as the pleasure inside him grows violently and his body shakes with orgasm exploding against him. Collapsing. Then he crumbles and his back arches as his hole tightens around the throbbing length inside him. He cums all over Jungkook's hand and some spurts of semen fall directly onto the carpet on the floor. His whole body is shaking from the force of his orgasm and he collapses onto the floor.
Jungkook's thrusts become messy and then he just hears a curse before he pulls out, leaving him empty. When he turns to look at him, he is sure he could cum again just by seeing Jungkook on his knees behind him with a slight glisten of sweat running down his jaw as he masturbates, squeezing his hard cock roughly between his buttocks while trapping it between his thumbs, generating more friction, and continuing to push up and down until he cums with a deep moan over him.
His mouth opens in a silent scream when he feels Jungkook spilling thick streams of his hot semen all over his back.
Only their sharp gasps and heavy breathing echo in the room as they try to normalize after their intense orgasms.
After a few seconds, he feels Jungkook caressing his back with his fingers, calmly spreading all his semen across his skin, creating imaginary doodles, while his heartbeat tries to slow down. When the haze of sex finally clears, he feels exhausted and breathless, but above all, very sticky...
Feeling totally intoxicated like never before from being fucked hard and raw.
He hears Jungkook stand up behind him and sees him disappear, then return with a towel in his hand. He feels him begin to clean him up, first removing what's left of his pants, leaving him completely naked.
“I'm sorry about this,” he apologizes, embarrassed, as he runs the damp towel over his back, cleaning the dried semen that is all over his body.
“Mmh,” he hums, shrugging his shoulders, downplaying it.
Suddenly, he finds himself being lifted up in strong arms and wraps his legs around Jungkook's waist as he hugs him like a koala while they walk to his room, leaving behind the living room that is consumed with the smell of sex, sweat, semen, and the arousal of their bodies. Jungkook carries him as easily as if he were a feather. The walk to his room is quick, filled with soft smiles and knowing glances as he plants little kisses on the black-haired boy's collarbones. Jungkook lays him down on the bed tenderly, and Jimin lets out a sigh of satisfaction as he feels the soft, cool sheets beneath him. The mattress sinks as Jungkook drops down beside him, stretching his tattooed arm back to rest his head on it.
For a few minutes, they say nothing.
They just lie there, looking at each other calmly, tired from their recent activity. With the room lit by the moonlight coming through the window, Jimin finds it very ironic that today of all days is a full moon. Inside the room, there was only them and nothing else.
Jungkook watches closely as Jimin's face suddenly changes from relaxed to thoughtful, as if a memory had suddenly struck him.
“I can't believe you ripped my favorite Levi's,” she says with feigned indignation, frowning as she realizes what has just happened.
The younger boy turns his head and looks up at the ceiling, smiling slightly with a mischievous curve of his lips. There was something between cheekiness and charm in his expression that made it impossible to scold him.
“Well... maybe I got a little carried away with my character,” he murmurs, raising an eyebrow, amused.
“A little?” Jimin snorts dramatically, rolling his eyes, unable to stop a smile from escaping his lips just before Jungkook gently takes him by the chin and seals his lips with a soft, slow, tender kiss.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you all night,” Jungkook whispers as he pulls away slightly, caressing his cheek with his thumb, tracing the outline of his face with an almost reverent delicacy.
Jimin looks at him with sparkling eyes and a smile that turns playful, charming.
“Me too, Kook...” the blond replies suggestively, biting his lower lip, “When I saw Ghostface looking so sexy in his Spider-Man stockings, all I wanted to do was throw myself on top of you and cover you with kisses,” says, playfully sticking out his tongue.
Then a loud, contagious laugh escapes his lips as he remembers the moment, his shoulders shaking slightly. Jungkook blushes, embarrassed, and hides his face in Jimin's neck, letting out a muffled groan.
“Ah, hyung... I was supposed to look scary!” he murmurs, burying his face even deeper into the blond's neck, as if he wanted to disappear right there.
Jimin continues to laugh, his chest vibrating softly against the younger man's body. When his laughter subsides, he wraps his arms around him, hugging him tenderly, and begins to stroke his hair with his fingertips.
“And you were, sweetheart... for a moment I was about to call the police,” jokes, and Jungkook just groans in protest, with a smile impossible to hide.
Then, Jimin takes his face between his hands—small, warm, and soft—forcing him to look up, pulling him out of his hiding place.
Jimin's thumbs gently caress Jungkook's cheeks, still slightly flushed, as he looks at him tenderly, with that warmth that seemed to envelop him completely.
“Thank you for doing all this for me, honey,” he whispers, looking into his eyes with a soft, sincere smile, “I love you, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook blinks, his dark, deer-like eyes shining as always, and parts his lips to respond, but he doesn't get the chance.
Just as Jimin leans in to continue kissing him, the apartment phone on the nightstand next to the bed rings loudly, breaking the intimate moment like a bucket of cold water. They both freeze for a second at the abrupt sound, until they hear Hoseok's cheerful voice coming from the answering machine speaker:
“Hey! Why isn't anyone answering?” His amused tone can be heard on the other end of the line. “I just wanted to know if Jungkook liked the noodles... I even used a new recipe I saw on TikTok!” He adds with a boastful tone typical of his hyung, "Well, it looks like you're busy making lots of love, so I'm leaving. Bye, my precious children! I love you, don't forget to talk to me when you hear this. Hugs and kisses," he says goodbye.
Jimin lets out an involuntary laugh, dropping his forehead on Jungkook's shoulder as he shakes his head.
“God... that hyung is always sticking his nose in at the worst possible moment,” mutters between laughs.
Jungkook smiles, hugging him around the waist, feeling the warmth of his body, and raising one of his thick eyebrows, he asks, somewhat confused, “Noodles?”
Jimin tenses up in his arms, looking guilty, like a child caught with his hands in the cookie jar.
“Oops? ... Maybe ... just maybe the noodles are slightly ruined on the floor in the hallway,” he confesses with a chuckle, “But in my defense, I dropped them because I got scared when I saw the knife behind the curtains in the living room.”
Jungkook looks at him, processing what he just heard, and then breaks the silence with a hoarse, almost incredulous laugh.
“Hyung! It was just part of the costume. I wasn't going to hurt you.”
“Yeah, well, my favorite jeans don't think so,” Jimin defends himself, crossing his arms theatrically, “You, with that Ghostface mask and that outfit, weren't very convincing that you wouldn't hurt me.”
“You're so dramatic,” Jungkook teases, moving closer to hug him tighter. “But I love you just the way you are,” he whispers, kissing the tip of his small nose. “You drive me crazy, Park.”
Jimin looks at him with a crooked, amused smile.
“Charming idiot...” he says, breaking free from his arms.
Without giving him time to react, he moves smoothly and settles himself on the black-haired boy, straddling his lap. Jungkook looks at him in surprise, his hands instinctively holding his waist.
“Hyung...? What are you doing?” he asks, raising an eyebrow amusedly when he feels the blond's fingers caressing him from his chest to his navel as he moves on top of him, rubbing his butt against Jungkook's crotch. Their bare skin rubbing together.
“Now it's my turn to pamper my boyfriend,” Jimin replies with a sweet, determined smile before leaning down and gently pressing his full lips against Jungkook's thin ones.
It's a slow, warm kiss, with that touch of desire and that unique connection between them. Their lips move calmly, recognizing each other with every touch.
When they part, Jimin rests his forehead against Jungkook's, his fingers playing with his raven hair and their breaths mingling in the quiet silence around them.
Jungkook looks up at him tenderly as he gently caresses his waist, tracing imaginary circles with his thumbs.
“I love you too, hyung...” he whispers on his lips, barely audible, continuing the conversation that had been interrupted earlier by Hoseok's call.
Jimin smiles again and kisses him once more, unhurriedly, as if they still had the whole night ahead of them.
And so, between caresses and kisses, they let themselves be carried away by that moment that needed no more words.
Enveloped in the warmth of their bodies on a perfect night, created just for them.
And maybe, just maybe, Jungkook asked Jimin to call him Hyung while he jumped on top of him, but that's just another of the many fantasies they like to recreate.