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Jimin doesn’t know who he pissed off this badly during his twenty-three years on Earth to deserve this.
He can’t remember a time when he’d done anything remotely wrong enough for someone to curse him like this. He’d always been a good person; constantly tipping the waiters off at restaurants, giving countless donations to various charities whenever he could and taking care of his friends’ pets during their numerous couple getaways during the year.
So he doesn’t understand why he’s currently on the ground, with Jeon Jungkook staring down at him, while in the god awful plank position over his body.
When he had came in for work, he was told that him and his co-host Yoongi would be interviewing the young idol. What he hadn’t been told, however, was that they would be doing the ‘Plank All Over Me’ segment that day. Nor was he told that he would be the one being planked on - which was the true reason for his ongoing existential crisis.
Jimin and Jeongguk had an interesting relationship. Although they’d never gone further than a few quick interviews, the way their gazes lingered during them weren’t considered completely platonic, to say the least. You see, they were both aware of each other’s attractiveness. Jeongguk surely noticed the luster behind Jimin’s eyes, and the way a blinding smile always seemed to be plastered on his godly plump lips. Jimin, on the other hand, certainly noticed the confidence that oozed out of Jeongguk effortlessly, topped off by his overall ridiculously good looks; it was unfair, really.
“I’m sure he’s flattered that you think he can do this all day, but maybe you should get going with the questions before his body gives out,” Yoongi, the absolute asshole, says, his laughter threatening to spill out any second.
Jimin lifts his head up to give him the most menacing glare he can manage, which only causes Yoongi to double over with laughter.
“It’s fine, hyung,” Jeongguk starts, “I don’t object to this view.” He shoots Jimin a grin; one which Jimin wants to wipe off of his face entirely, preferably with his fist.
“Alright,” Jimin says loudly, hoping to somewhat move the interview along. He faintly ponders how flustered he must look on camera right now - if he looks as red as he thinks he does. Early retirement suddenly sounds like a great idea.
They had previously described the basis of the game to Jeongguk - explaining that it was going to be a lightning round of random questions with potentially no actual relevance to Jeongguk’s album, ending as soon as the timer was over or Jeongguk simply couldn’t hold himself up any longer. This was probably the only thing Jimin was grateful for today, as reducing the number of sentences coming out of his mouth also reduced the chances of embarrassing himself in front of the thousands tuning in.
“Favorite colour?” Jimin asks, eager to get the game over with.
“Red.”
“Favourite emojis to use?”
“The eggplant and the peach one,” He answers, a smug expression covering his face.
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Jimin questions, acting oblivious, even though he knows damn well what Jeongguk’s trying to suggest.
“I care about my body hyung, fruits and vegetables are great for that purpose,” Jeongguk drawls, mischief dawning his features.
“Right, sure,” Jimin replies, continuing nonetheless. “Celebrity crush?”
“Park Jimin,” he begins, as Jimin’s eyes snap up to his.
“From ASC,” he ends, the torturous smile never once leaving his face.
Jimin has never wanted to throttle someone more in his entire life.
“Last picture you took?”
“I don’t think I can say that on air,” he replies, as Yoongi’s cackles bounce off the walls. Jeongguk’s head tips forward with the force of his laughter, his shaking body coming way too close to making contact more than a few times.
“I hate you,” Jimin responds, lacking any real bite.
“Right, sure,” Jeongguk mimics him, eyes crinkling up.
Rolling his eyes, Jimin continues. “In your perspective, what would an ideal date be like?”
“Hm, something simple. Maybe go bowling - or to the arcade, have a nice dinner, then drive back to mine and-“
“Favorite thing to do in your spare time?” Jimin interjects. As if the sight of Jeongguk’s body over his wasn’t enough to fuel his fantasies, he just had to try and make vaguely sexual comments whenever he could. What an inconsiderate dickhead.
Jeongguk tips downwards slightly, their lips now only a few centimeters apart. Jimin’s pretty sure he just saw Jeongguk’s gaze flicker to his lips, before trailing back up to his eyes.
It was in that exact moment where he felt his dick twitch, concluding how the universe did in fact despise him.
Jeongguk licks his lips (no doubt deliberately,) before answering. “I like working out, it helps relieve stress, you know?”
Just as he’s about to ask the next question, the timer rings, indicating the end of the game. Jimin’s ready to count his blessings, thank God for saving him, promising to visit church twice that week. All holy thoughts quickly dissipate, though, when Jeongguk casually collapses on top of him.
Jimin feels himself heat up, due to his whole body now being in direct contact with Jeongguk’s. He also feels Jeongguk shift above him, undeniably discovering the current problem in his trousers. Jimin slams his eyes shut, hoping the ground swallows him up.
Jeongguk slowly leans forward, his mouth now right up against his ear. “It’s natural, hyung.” He whispers, his breath fanning across the side of his neck. Jimin turns to look at him; the two locking eyes for what feels like a solid ten minutes.
“Fuck.” Jimin mumbles, Jeongguk nodding as if he completely understands, an amused expression lighting up his face.
“Alright you two, this isn’t a dating show,” Yoongi manages to say, in between his loud cackles. Jimin wants to strangle him, too.
After what feels like an eternity, Jeongguk pulls himself off Jimin, leaning back on his palms opposite him upon the wooden floor. He’s kind enough not to mention the fact that Jimin was half-hard, he’ll give him that. Instead, he stands up wordlessly, opting to offer a hand to Jimin and pulling him up off the floor.
The interview ends fairly quickly following the game. Yoongi takes it upon himself to say the goodbyes, shaking Jeongguk’s hand and wishing him well with his whole album. Meanwhile, Jimin plays around with the radio console, putting on Jeongguk’s most recent title track and purposefully avoiding all eye contact with the idol up until his departure.
When Jeongguk does finally leave, Jimin unceremoniously falls back onto his chair, allowing himself to breathe.
“That was fun,” Yoongi says, nudging him with an elbow.
“I’m going to chop all of your limbs off,” Jimin replies, glaring. “That was so fucking humiliating.”
“Come on, it could’ve been worse,” Yoongi says dismissively, his arm going to wrap itself around Jimin’s shoulder.
“I got a fucking hard-on in front of like, ten camera-“
“There were only two,” Yoongi interrupts, amusement clear from his features.
“That’s not the point!” Jimin hisses back at him.
Yoongi decides to tease him for the duration of the show, overjoyed by the way his cheeks would start to grow pink at the mere mention of the game. Jimin’s only form of retaliation would be a light punch each time, muttering curses under his breath.
Yoongi just carries on laughing.
The next time Jimin sees Jeongguk happens to be a few months later; backstage at the KBS Song Festival. Yoongi and him had just finished rehearsals for their part, which was to present one of the segments. They were chosen specifically by the producers, following the sudden and surprising rise in popularity of their radio show. Jimin thinks he has a rough idea for the reason behind that, though.
He’s busy composing a text on the way to his dressing room when he bumps right into a strong, firm body. The impact causes his phone to skid across the marble floor, eliciting a sigh from Jimin.
“Shit,” he curses, bending down to collect his phone. Before he has the chance to, the person in front of him crouches down and retrieves it for him instead.
Only when the man fully stands up does Jimin realize who it is. It was as if each time they met, he would in one way or another be embarrassing himself to an astonishing extent. It was a talent, really.
“I didn’t know you were this clumsy,” Jeongguk says, breaking the silence and handing him his phone. Jimin’s certain he only imagines Jeongguk’s eyes raking all over his body, and the way his touch lingers just a while longer than necessary.
“It’s just the nerves, you brat.” Jimin replies, shoving him playfully with a hand to his shoulder. When he goes to bring it back though, Jeongguk grips his wrist, bending down until his mouth is right against the shell of his ear.
“Is that what you told yourself last time?” He questions, moving further back to view Jimin’s reaction. Upon the evident confusion written all over his face, he bends down again, “When you got a little too excited underneath me,” he ends, his breath ghosting the side of his face.
Jimin swallows, struggling to come up with a response. “I don’t recall,” he mutters, hoping it’s somewhat believable. He knows he isn’t fooling anyone though, with how he can feel his cheeks heating up already; no doubt turning the brightest shade of pink.
“Really? You don’t remember growing a semi just from laying below me?” He whispers. “‘Cause I sure do,” his voice hushed to make sure the people rushing past don’t hear. It doesn’t look like they care though, the commotion backstage surely keeping them occupied as the beginning of the broadcast gets closer - at least they’re lucky that they’re on last.
Jimin’s breath falters. He pulls his hand out of Jeongguk’s grasp, opting to place it on his bicep instead and stands up on his tip toes. He leans ever so slowly towards his ear, “Don’t act like you wouldn’t love for me to be underneath you again,” he breathes out. “I noticed the way you looked at me, too” he says, before pushing past him and jogging away towards where his dressing room is.
Ignoring the pounding of his chest, he rushes into his dressing room and shuts the door as quickly as humanely possible. He leans the back of his head on the door, staring up at the ceiling for a good five minutes before finally breathing out.
“What the fuck,” he mumbles to himself, trying to understand exactly what just happened. He doesn’t have much time to follow the train of thought, as Yoongi starts knocking on the door, forcing him to step away immediately. Multiple stylists and make-up artists follow Yoongi as he enters. Jimin moves around silently, and starts to get ready for the show.
“We’re on in about an hour,” Young reminds him just as they finish with the final preparations. “I’m gonna go find Hoseok,” he continues, the fondness conveyed by uttering the name alone. “You’re gonna be fine by yourself, right?”
“Yeah, don’t worry,” Jimin responds, playing with his hair in front of the mirror. “Just don’t get too carried away like last time,” he says, fully aware of the couple’s capabilities.
Yoongi snorts. “Could say the same for you, with Jeon Jungkook.”
Then he’s out the door, leaving Jimin with wide eyes and mouth agape. Deciding to get up, he moves towards the door in hopes of finding a familiar face amongst the large number of idols gathered in the same vicinity. Walking out, he’s instantly hit with the mayhem any show of this level requires. He continues though, bowing here and there to anyone he recognizes, smile adorning his face.
As he rounds the corner, he feels a light grip on his forearm which soon spins him around; making him come face to face with Jeongguk, again. He shouldn’t even be surprised anymore.
“You look good, hyung,” he says in place of a greeting. This time, Jimin knows that the way Jeongguk’s eyes travel all across his body isn’t just an imagination - can tell by the way they linger for a beat too long on his thighs and his lips, before staring intently right into his eyes.
Jimin clears his throat before continuing, “You do, too.” Jimin replies, allowing himself to let his gaze wander across Jeongguk’s body - focusing on how his white dress shirt clings to his chest obscenely and how his blazer hugs his toned arms. He licks his lips, noticing how Jeongguk mirrors the action and how he instinctively leans closer.
As if remembering where they were, Jeongguk pulls back, only to tighten his grip on his arm and pull him forward. They walk with fast paced steps until they come to a stop in front of a closet in the middle of some corridor. Jeongguk opens the door knob with his hand behind his back, making Jimin think finally, when the only logical thought should’ve been to shove him away.
He doesn’t get much time to follow that thought before he’s being pulled inside, Jeongguk closing the door by slamming Jimin into it. He grabs at Jimin’s ass over his jeans, kneading into it as he lifts him up, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist.
“Jung—“ he attempts to get out, but his voice breaks off into a whine as Jeongguk latches himself onto his neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along it before adding his tongue and small nips, barely enough to break skin.
He feels Jeongguk start to roll his hips into his. Jimin squirms against him, forcing Jeongguk to pin him there with his hands on his hips. “Still,” he mumbles, as his mouth moves languidly along his throat. Jimin’s soft moans fill the air between them, unable to help himself.
“The fucking sounds you make, God, you’re so fucking hot,” he groans out against his neck, moving the collar on his shirt with his free hand to suck marks that would be sure to bruise later.
“Jeongguk, Jeongguk,” he whispers out, causing Jeongguk to snap his head up, momentarily adverting his focus from Jimin’s neck. “Kiss me, please,” he breathes out, hoping he complies.
It doesn’t take long before soft lips were on his, his tongue slipping in immediately. Jimin wound his arms around Jeongguk neck tighter, pulling him impossibly close. He sucked on his tongue lewdly, the kiss instantly turning sloppy; a mix of spit and teeth. Jeongguk continues to grind his hips, but now finally picking up the pace. Jimin’s moans get even louder than they were before, the whimpers and keens only making Jeongguk press his hips into his faster.
“You’re so loud, baby,” he says, simultaneously sticking two of his fingers into his mouth, only to find Jimin mewl around them and suck enthusiastically. The groan that leaves Jeongguk’s mouth at this is almost animalistic. “Your mouth looks so good like this,” he starts, “Wanna see those lips around my cock so badly,” He whispers, punctuating the statement with a thrust forward.
“C-can I? Please, want it - want y-you, Jeongguk,” he says, syllables barely intelligible around his fingers. Jeongguk understands though, sees the desperation within his eyes.
“Yeah? You that desperate for my cock?” He asks, “or just any cock?” Jimin shakes his head at this, head falling back against the door at a particularly harsh thrust, but sucking the fingers in his mouth nevertheless. “Words, baby,” he reminds, noticing how far gone Jimin is already.
“Just yours, only y-yours,” he mumbles out, his mouth parted around his fingers. Upon his nod, he detaches himself from Jeongguk, only to sink down onto his knees in front of him. Placing his hands on Jeongguk’s thighs, he leans forward until his face is directly in front of his crotch. He looks up with half-lidded eyes, using his teeth to unzip his jeans.
Jeongguk’s hand goes to grab his hair, silently urging him to hurry up. It seems to work, as he grasps the waistband and pulls it down until it rests at his thighs, not wasting any time when he starts mouthing at his cock through his underwear. “Fuck, we don’t have much time left,” Jeongguk murmurs, pulling at the dark strands of hair.
This makes Jimin spring into action, pulling down the underwear and using his small hands to bring Jeongguk’s cock closer to himself, causing Jeongguk to hiss at the sudden contact. Jimin looks up again, maintaining eye contact as his tongue darts out to slowly lick at the precome that’s already started to leak out. Jimin senses how impatient Jeongguk must’ve been getting, so he finally takes the whole head in his mouth, twirling and flicking his tongue around.
Jeongguk’s grip on Jimin’s hair gets tighter, making Jimin start to bob his head up and down, his tongue sliding along the underside as he begins to take in more and more of Jeongguk’s cock. Jimin feels tears brim his eyes from the pleasure, one hand constantly twitching against his thighs as the other fist moves on the couple of inches near his base.
“You’re doing so well, fuck,” Jeongguk praises, restricting himself from snapping his hips up. “Wanna fuck your mouth, would you let me, baby?” he asks. Upon Jimin’s slight nod, he continues, “I bet you’ll love the feeling later when you’re on stage, how you’ll still being able to feel me in your throat as you try to talk, hm?”
He doesn’t let Jimin answer before snapping his hips forward, groaning at how he chokes and sputters, taking him in deeper nonetheless. Jimin grips his thighs even tighter, holding on as Jeongguk fucks his mouth repeatedly, his soft pants making Jimin even harder.
“Just like that,” Jimin hears him say, looking just as wrecked as himself. With a few more thrusts, Jeongguk comes with a low groan as Jimin continues to suck at his head, swallowing every last drop.
Jimin gets grabbed up by his arm, Jeongguk’s tongue diving into his mouth again as he tastes himself. “Wanna come, J-Jeongguk, please, make me come,” he finds himself say, as Jeongguk’s lips continue to move over his.
“’s too late now,” he says, making Jimin whine against him, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, before laying his head against his shoulder. Jeongguk resists the urge to coo. “Later. I’ll fuck you so good baby, I promise, okay?”
Jimin lifts his head from where it’s settled against Jeongguk’s shoulder and nods. He lets go, finally registering the fact that he had to present in less than thirty minutes. Just as he’s about to twist the door knob, Jeongguk grabs his arm, moulding his body against his.
“Meet me after the show, I’ll wait for you outside your dressing room,” he says, plastering lazy kisses along his neck as he waits for a reply.
“Yeah, okay,” Jimin responds, voice all high and airy. He turns around and places one last kiss against Jeongguk’s mouth before opening the door and taking off. All he hopes for is to somehow fix his hair and make-up last minute, as he runs towards his dressing room the second time that night.
True to his word, Jeongguk is right outside his dressing room when the show ends, Jimin not even having the chance to announce his arrival before being dragged forward; eventually falling in step with the younger.
“Someone’s eager,” Jimin says, a light chuckle escaping his lips. Jeongguk twists around to look at him, his eyebrow raised.
“I wasn’t the one begging to come earlier, hyung,” he replies, the smug expression earning him a smack on his shoulder from Jimin.
Soon enough, they reach the limo parked outside the venue. They made sure to leave as discreetly as possible - to try and garner as little attention they could. It seemed to work, as Jimin didn’t notice any wandering eyes or lingering glances as they walked outside.
They finally arrive in front of the limo; Jeongguk giving directions to the driver as his hand remains enclosed around Jimin’s significantly smaller one. Once he’s done, he opens the door of the vehicle and jumps in immediately, tugging Jimin in with him. As soon as the door of the car closes, Jimin straddles Jeongguk’s thighs and sighs.
Jeongguk leans forward and gives him a chaste kiss, only causing Jimin to pout and press his own lips harder against Jeongguk’s. When he finally opens up, Jimin licks into his mouth and starts to slowly grind his hips - creating the desired friction.
“Who’s eager now, hm?” Jeongguk murmurs, his hands rubbing circles into Jimin’s waist as his mouth begins to travel southwards down his jaw. Jimin whimpers at the comment, grateful for the partition that’s been rolled down.
Jeongguk tips his head towards Jimin, his lips finding the elder’s in another heated kiss; tongues creating intricate patterns as they travel along their teeth and the roofs of their mouths - not leaving a single place untouched. His hand comes down to cup Jeongguk through his jeans, while the younger’s comes up and tangles itself in his dark locks.
The ride feels like the longest and shortest one of Jimin’s life, if that’s possible. They don’t stop kissing, except to catch their breath when necessary, using these breaks to kiss along each other’s necks or over their collarbones.
Eventually, the car comes to a stop. Jimin watches Jeongguk fish out all of the notes in his wallet, surely giving the driver a much needed tip.
They’re all but delirious with lust, barely walking straight as they head towards the large building. Jimin can see how the security guards stare at their entertained hands as they walk by, but decides to pay it no thought as he’s being pulled inside the elevator.
Jeongguk instantly pins him against the wall of the elevator upon realizing that they were, in fact, alone. He pushes himself forward until they’re chest-to-chest, catching his lips again. “God, Jimin, You’re so hot, so fucking beautiful. I’ve been wanting this— “ He traces kisses along Jimin’s jaw, “For so long,”
“Me too,” Jimin pants. “Show me, come on, Jeongguk,” he blabbers, as Jeongguk hitches his right leg up to get closer.
After what feels like forever, the elevator opens. Jeongguk moves back only to tug him closer again, this time in an easy walk towards his penthouse. Jimin looks down at their hands joined together, Jeongguk’s bigger ones engulfing his, and thinks about how right this feels; how he wouldn’t mind holding it for as long as he could. It should scare him, honestly, to be thinking this far ahead already, but he can’t find it within himself to worry.
He doesn’t get longer to think about it; not when Jeongguk unlocks the door to his penthouse and pulls him in, pushing him against the wall - just as desperate as himself. Jeongguk’s hands snake under his shirt, making contact with the naked skin. He unbuttons the few buttons, before sliding the material off his shoulders.
“B-bed please, want you now,” Jimin says, already breathless, his own hands undressing Jeongguk of his button down in a matter of seconds. Luckily, Jeongguk complies, lifting him up as Jimin’s legs go to circle his waist.
“You’re so good for me, hyung, don’t even have to ask you to beg,” he says, nibbling on his ear. Jeongguk starts carrying him blindly, eyes closed as he engages in a rough kiss, before dropping him rather unceremoniously on the bed.
For a few seconds, Jeongguk just stands and watches Jimin all laid out in front of him - all for him. Jimin’s grabby hands seem to pull him out of his little reverie, quickly climbing on the bed and enclosing Jimin’s body with his own. Jimin captures his lips in yet another kiss, seemingly never getting enough.
Jeongguk pulls away first, his mouth traveling down whilst placing chaste kisses on any exposed skin, only bringing his tongue into the mix when he reaches his nipples. Jimin mewls as Jeongguk’s mouth closes around the nub, twirling his tongue on one while he rolls the other between his fingers. Jimin goes to unzip his trousers, only to get his hands snatched away and pinned above him due to Jeongguk’s firm grip around his wrist.
“Only I touch you, no one else - not even yourself. Alright, baby?” He says, his face directly above Jimin’s. Jimin huffs at this, trying to arch up into Jeongguk.
“Then touch me, c’mon, please” he says, close to tears from the teasing. Jeongguk smiles, as if that’s exactly what he was waiting for, before finally unzipping Jimin’s pants and pulling them down along with his underwear in one quick go. “You too, come on, wanna see you,” he breathes out, already looking wrecked.
Jeongguk complies, pulling his own trousers and underwear down and throwing them somewhere to be dealt with later. Jimin positively salivates when Jeongguk’s cock springs out the second time that night, all for him. He climbs back over his body, capturing his lips again while his hand goes to the bedside table and retrieves the lube and condom.
It feels like Jimin has released a mental breath of relief by the time Jeongguk flips him over, his ass now on full display for him as he arches his back. “Shit, your ass was made to be fucked,” Jeongguk groans out. “And to be eaten out. You’d like that, hm?” Jimin feels his breath falter, but nods nonetheless. “Tell me, baby,” Jeongguk, the little shit, says, a smirk probably plastered on his face.
“Yes! Wanna feel your tongue in me, J-Jeongguk, hurry” he says, way past the point of caring about how needy he must seem right now. He just needs Jeongguk to get going, like, now.
“Plea-“ His words get knocked right out of him, though, when Jeongguk finally spreads his ass apart, licking a fat stripe from the base of his balls and right along his ass. He instinctively spreads his legs further apart, soft moans escaping already. Jeongguk’s tongue feels like magic, tracing his rim and just barely breaching his hole; it’s that mix of just enough and yet not enough at all that has Jimin writhing around, hands clasping the sheets.
Then he hears the pop of the cap of the bottle of lube. Jimin looks over his shoulder to see Jeongguk slicking up a few fingers, eyes blown out with lust. When Jeongguk finally slips a finger inside, Jimin outright moans. It felt like it'd been forever since they'd started and he couldn't have been more impatient.
“Feels good,” Jimin whimpers, arching his back out to try and get Jeongguk to move his fingers. “More, please”
Jeongguk listens; moving his finger in and out at a faster pace, before pulling it out and letting a second one join when he slides it back inside. This time, he starts thrusting immediately, Jimin’s soft moans driving him on.
“Don’t hold back, hyung. Let everyone know I’m fucking you with my fingers,” Jeongguk growls, adding a third finger, his tongue now going back to suck around his rim. Jimin lets out a choked scream, tears building in his eyes while Jeongguk holds his hips down to stop him from jutting his cock against the sheets. "But I don't want you to come too fast, baby. You don't come until I say."
He’s pushing his fingers deep now, all the way to the knuckles before sliding right back out. Jimin feels Jeongguk’s fingers sink in again and he rolls his hips back in hopes of stimulating his untouched prostate, but Jeongguk catches on, pulling his digits out.
“None of that,” Jeongguk says, bringing a hand down lightly against his cheek, not expecting Jimin to moan louder at the action.
“Again, fuck, do it again,” Jimin keens, crying out once Jeongguk sets up a rapid pace, spanking him once for each thrust forward with his fingers.
“You like that?” Jeongguk asks, obviously not requiring an answer. “You like it when I treat you like the slut you are?”
“God - oh God, yes,” Jimin chokes out. “More, come on, harder, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk responds by toying his fingers inside of Jimin, now hitting the bundle of nerves with every thrust of his fingers., as Jimin’s cock leaks precome all over his stomach.
“Jeongguk,” he says softly, panting. “St—stop. I'll come.” Jeongguk slides his fingers out, giving his ass one final smack before massaging the flesh.
Jimin looks around his shoulder again, only to see Jeongguk rolling on the condom and slicking himself up. He flips him over once again, crawling in between his legs and catching Jimin’s bottom lip between his, biting at it slightly before pulling back. “You ready?” He whispers, his hand going to hitch Jimin’s leg up beside his waist.
“M'ready,” Jimin mutters, his voice higher than normal and breathy. “I swear I'm ready, I—just—get inside of me.”
“You know, you're very impatient,” Jeongguk says, steadying himself with two hands into the mattress on either side of Jimin’s head. “I'm beginning to think I care more about your ability to walk tomorrow than you.”
Jimin huffs out and arches his back, practically begging for him to enter him. Jeongguk finally does so, hands gripping the sheets and Jimin’s hip as he guides himself in.
If he makes a sound when Jeongguk pushes in, he doesn’t hear it. His hands come up from their previous position above his head to lock around Jeongguk’s neck, forcing him to come closer.
“You’re so fucking tight, shit,” Jeongguk pants against his neck. “So wet for me,” he continues. He pulls back an inch and thrusts back in, jolting Jimin up against the sheets.
“Oh God,” Jimin says weakly. “Do — again. C’mon, fuck me, please.”
Jeongguk moves in closer, his face in Jimin’s neck where he adds more bruises to his collection. Not much longer after that, Jeongguk starts thrusting in and out at a much faster pace. His hips start going erratic as he loses his rhythm only to find it again.
Jimin is vaguely aware of the desperate noises he’s making, while his fingers scrabble uselessly at the sheets. At a particularly hard thrust, Jimin’s spine bows off the bed, a choked out noise escaping his lips as Jeongguk continues to work his cock in and out of Jimin’s hole as if he fucks Jimin into a whimpering mess each and every day.
“Everyone in the fucking building is gonna hear you,” Jeongguk moans against his jaw as he fucks into him. “Gonna hear me fucking you, hear you as you come on my cock.”
“Fuck, yes! Make me come, w-want you to make me come, Jeongguk, please,” Jimin gasps, stomach muscles clenching as Jeongguk bends him impossibly further, thrusting faster and harder, still managing to hit Jimin’s prostate on every go. His head’s head swimming, vision hazy and the only words he seems to be capable of forming are Jeongguk, please and fuck.
“You feel so good, baby. So loud, so tight. So good for me,” Jeongguk praises, now pounding relentlessly into Jimin; his own groans accompanying Jimin’s soft moans to create a symphony of sorts - Jimin reckons he could listen forever.
“‘M close, Jeongguk, touch me,” he says, trying to arch up in Jeongguk’s hold to get some friction on his leaking cock. This only causes Jeongguk to pin him down though, one hand on his hip while the other goes around his wrists.
“I bet you could come just like this, hm?” he whispers, tightening his grip on Jimin. Upon the shake of Jimin’s head, he continues, “Yeah you can, baby. Just from me filling your little hole up with my cock ‘till you can’t remember anyone else,” he growls. “Only me, only my name. Isn’t that right?”
Jeongguk punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that make Jimin’s spine tingle, the pleasure making his head fall back against the sheets, pulling Jeongguk closer as he mewls directly into his ear, occasionally nipping on it as best as he can.
Jeongguk’s cock nudges the sensitive bundle of nerves at each thrust, never missing a beat either. Jimin’s breath comes out in the form of half-choked noises as he continues pressing on that spot.
Suddenly - or maybe not so suddenly - Jimin can’t hold back his orgasm anymore. He can barely hear what type of noises he’s making as he comes, only knows that he’s making them loud and high-pitched. Jeongguk’s hand comes up to strip his cock as Jimin shudders underneath him, continuous waves of pleasure crashing through his body.
“So fucking gorgeous, baby, you don’t even know - ” He’s still talking as he kisses Jimin again, losing the words in his mouth, still fucking him at that same hard, fast pace, and Jimin is pretty much lost in his own orgasm, but some instinct has him doing his best to squeeze down around Jeongguk’s cock, trying to make it feel good for him.
“W-want you to come on my face, Jeongguk, please,” he breathes out, surprised that he can even form coherent sentences at this point. Jeongguk groans, and straddles Jimin’s chest - pulling off the condom so his cock is directly in front of his lips.
“Come on then, baby. Use your hands, make me come,” he says, his own hands settling themselves in Jimin’s scalp.
Jimin instantly wraps both hands around Jeongguk’s cock, pumping and twisting at it while Jeongguk thrusts forward in his hold. Jimin holds his tongue out, maintaining eye contact as he continues to strip his cock. Jimin thumbs over the head of Jeongguk’s cock, swiping the precum and using it to rub quicker. It only takes a few more strokes before Jeongguk is mumbling out incoherently and coming, shooting the hot, white substance on Jimin’s tongue, cheeks and the tip of his nose. Jeongguk leans down to press his lips against Jimin’s, tasting himself on his tongue and moaning as Jimin pulls him closer by the neck.
They breathe together for a moment, before Jeongguk backs away and gets off the bed entirely. It’s impossible to tell how much time passes before Jimin’s able to blink his sex-heavy eyes open again. All he knows is that by the next time he does open them, Jeongguk’s busy wiping the come off of his stomach and coming up to wipe his off of his face, before throwing the paper towels in the bin and flopping onto his back beside him.
Jimin seems to have a mental battle with himself, unsure of whether to get up and leave or not - unsure of what this meant exactly.
So, he’s thankful when he feels Jeongguk soften, his head tilting to the side to show a smile. “C’mere.”
Jimin isn’t tired. At all. But Jeongguk is here in a bed with him, looking as gentle as ever with his arms open—for me, Jimin reminds himself with a smile—and a soft expression. He could always just pretend to sleep, anyway.
Wordlessly, Jimin shuffles into Jeongguk’s side and rests his head against his chest. Jeongguk begins to stroke his hair, as he pulls the blanket over them with his free hand. Jimin mutters a, “Good night,” against Jeongguk’s bare skin as he closes his eyes.
“Night,” Jeongguk replies, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead.
Jimin flutters his eyes open to the feel kisses being plastered around his neck; the process being repeated. He shifts around until he’s facing Jeongguk directly, who leans forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips.
Jimin finally breaks the silence with, “We had sex last night.”
It probably wasn’t the best thing he could’ve said, but considering Jeongguk’s laugh, it could’ve been worse. “Took you a while to process.”
“Fuck off,” Jimin mutters, shoving at Jeongguk’s shoulder half-heartedly. Upon the quirk of Jeongguk’s eyebrow, Jimin shoves him harder until Jeongguk falls straight on his back, and quickly straddles his hips. He leans down to give him a proper kiss - morning breath and all.
Jeongguk pulls away first. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” He says, running his fingers up and down Jimin’s spine. “Like, as in I wanna take you out and hold your hand,” he looks up, “And stuff.”
“And stuff?” Jimin questions, a smile threatening to burst out any second. He gets an eye roll from Jeongguk before continuing, “What does that mean exactly?”
“You know what it means,” Jeongguk almost whines, his childishness coming out. He stares up at him, before sitting up so that Jimin’s practically in his lap. “Say yes, hyung.”
Jimin leans forward to capture his lips, mumbling a, “Yes,” between them. Jeongguk hears it though, Jimin can tell by the way he feels a smile against his lips, and arms wrapping around his waist to pull him impossibly closer.
“Shower?” Jeongguk asks, leaning his forehead against Jimin’s.
“Mm,” Jimin hums. “You’re gonna have to carry me though,” he starts, a chuckle escaping his lips. “I think you held up to your reputation. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly for some time.”
Jeongguk grins. “Does that mean me asking for another round would be useless?”
Jimin breathes out a laugh, “We’ll see.”
“That’s not a no,” Jeongguk points out.
“It’s not a yes either,” he replies, tightening his arms around Jeongguk’s neck.
Jeongguk laughs lightly, placing another chaste kiss on Jimin’s lips, before gripping Jimin’s thighs and getting off of the bed, carrying him to the bathroom.
They were crowded together, some dried come still sticking to their bodies and sweat-covered limbs, and Jimin had never been happier.