Chương 7: Chapter 5: The Fall
Fireworks echoed in the background of the writer's apartment, laughter and claps of neighbors also faintly hovered above the whole apartment, it was midnight and through all those sounds, loud whimpers blocked all the sounds inside the living room of Jimin's apartment. The male sat in the long white couch with closed eyes and parted lips. His head was thrown back, his adam's apple vibrated against his skin caused by the whimpers leaving his red plump swollen lips. Not wearing any clothing -the red shirt and Balenciaga briefs thrown on the floor-, Jimin's thighs closed around Jungkook's shoulders and locked his ankles on the actor's back. The muscles in his thighs shaking with force and his voice cracking in loud moans as he felt overstimulation. The raven-haired actor was kneeling down on the floor still wearing his clothes as he roughly yet playfully bit the writer's balls followed by poking his tongue against them while his hand was pumping up and down the oldest's cock with force -with no intention to stop- he smirked at the loud moans of his name.
Jimin's thoughts were over the cloud, his senses heightened as his hands started to fist around Jungkook's soft raven locks. This was new for him, no one had ever given him a blow job, he was always the one giving it to his previous partners but none of them cared to even pleasure him this way. Being a bottom, the writer was always below, but now he was feeling the overstimulation of how the younger was pumping his length fast and also adding the trembling of his thighs at the playing of his balls; all so new.
"GAHHH! NNNGH! J-JUNGKOOK ST-T-TOP!" Jimin was breatheless as he jolted his hips up, a long tripe of cum escaping the tip of his length and it got entangled with Jungkook's fingers. "That's it~ Moan my name louder. I want to hear the echoes of your voice." The actor smirked before teasingly licking a long stripe along the white cum on Jimin's shaft. "S-t-to... Ah!! JUNGKOOK!! ARH!~" As if on cue to his loud whimper and plead, the writer's length twitched twice as Jungkook now buried it deep down his throat; vibrating hums against it to help achieve the climax.
Neighbors too engrossed in their televisions and families, hugging them and shouting, to even listen the loud whimpers coming from Jimin's apartment; everyone was celebrating the New Year's arrival. "Happy New Year Jimin-ssi." Jungkook smirked as he licked the white stripes of cum leaving Jimin's tip. An overwhelming climax full of pleasure and overstimulation giving his body no time to rest -trembling with euphoria-. "Ahhh... Ha- Happy New Years Jungkook." The writer opened his eyes before glancing down at the view of the actor's rosy lips filled with the white substances of his release.
"So, I'm Jungkook now. Okay, then, you're Jimin-hyung." The writer felt light headed as he saw the chuckle hovering over the younger's lips. It went out suddenly, before his mind could process it, his own lips had said the name without the 'ssi'. He expected another reaction, but his heart skipped a beat when his ears were filled with Jungkook's low seductive voice calling him hyung. He wouldn't have thought that the honorific hyung would be so seductive and a turn-on, but now as the word left Jungkook's lips, the heat travelling through his body was igniting.
"I can't fuck you again Jimin hyung; at least not today. I have to go home and shower. I have early work tomorrow." Jungkook slowly let the writer's legs down and he rose up from kneeling to interlock his fingers through Jimin's hair -soft like feathers yet a little sweaty from the small intercourses he'd given the older- he tugged the end of his lips as he stared down at the man he was addicted to. "Next time, be prepared because you won't be able to walk for at least three days. Good bye hyung~" The older gulped what saliva he had in his throat, suddenly feeling the younger's tongue trailing down his neck until the hands that combed his hair were lifting his chin and a little roughly parting his lips.
"Oh~ Jimin hyung, What I have in store for you~" Jungkook leaned closer until his lips captured Jimin's lower lip between them and he playfully bit it, before smirking and disconnecting himself feeling the invinsible pull of gravity between them wanting to glue them together. "See you around Jimin-ssi." The writer watched as the raven-haired actor gathered his pitch-black coat that was hanging beside the door, breatheless to say anything.
Jimin slowly nodded, feeling like his legs weighted five hundred pounds each, he was robbed of his speech just by the presence of the male. Once Jungkook was no longer in the apartment, Jimin hissed as he slowly stood up with not much balance as his legs were still heavy and slightly trembling. When the writer began to move towards his phone that was vibrating on the counter, his right foot slipped on the black Balenciaga briefs thrown on the floor and he roughly fell onto the wooden floor with a loud stump! "Oh holy fuck!! AHH! O-O-OW!!" Landing exactly on his coccyx, his breath got stuck in his throat, he couldn't manage to exhale the pain out. His eyes glimmered and he couldn't even feel his lower body.
"J-J-Jungkook!" Jimin gasped as he shouted with a broken voice, with sore vocal cords and a sore bottom exploting with endless pain, he hoped and prayed that the actor wasn't that far behind and could hear him even through the loud distant voices and fireworks. "H-Help..." Jimin whispered as he tightened his eyes in pain, trying to find something to hold on to, but the counter was just one or two meters away and the couch was also slightly far. There, the writer's eyes let out tears of pain from the fall, hoping for Jungkook to come, but the latter never came.
As Jungkook had exited the apartment with his belongings, he walked towards the elevator at the end of the hall with a satisfied smirk on the ends of his lips. Only a few seconds of waiting after pressing the 'down' button, the elevator door chimmed in and he stepped inside, smiling brighter when he noticed that it was empty. A loud scream followed by a very loud stump pierced his ears through all the loud noises outside, and the voice, he clearly recognized it. "Don't get that attached." He told himself and the elevator's doors closed. He left Jimin to cry alone with the bad injury just because he "didn't want to get too attached".
Jimin slowly ignored the pain in his rear end and lower back, so he could try and get his phone and call someone, anyone; it hurt like a bitch. When he slowly flexed his legs to lift himself, he pressed the palms of his hands against the floor to give himself a push, and he did. The writer left out another gasp when he straightened his back, he hoped he didn't injure himself that bad, but with all the pain he wouldn't get his hopes up. Slowly, he walked towards the counter and grabbed his phone, only to see the notifications that he had received.
00:26
Tuesday, January 1
MESSAGES
TAEHYUNG😍😏 2m ago
You PARK!! ANSWER ME!! hOw dArE yOU?!
PHONE
TAEHYUNG😍😏 5m ago
3 Missed Calls
MESSAGES
SEOKJIN 11m ago
Happy New Year Jimin! 🎉😘❤️🎊🍾
MESSAGES
TAEHYUNG😍😏 24m ago
HAPPY NEW YEAR JIMINIE!!!!!!🥳🥳🥳🥂...
Jimin fought back his tears as he unlocked his phone and dialed Taehyung's number for his help. The line not even ringed twice before the other end was picked up and the younger male's deep voice groaned in frustration. "I was waiting. So- HAPPY NEW YEAR MY BEST FRIEND!" Taehyung excitedly shouted but his voice faded when he heard the sob from the other end of the line; his protective instinct kicking in. "T-Tae... Help me. I-I think I need to go to the hospi- Ow..." Jimin hissed when he spoke, the more he used his breath, the more his chest moved and his spinal chord vibrated against his injured area. "What happened? Don't answer me, just hum. Are you at your apartment?!" The writer hummed scrunching his nose as an answer.
"I'll be there in ten."
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