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Park Jimin has a little bit of a situation. You see, he has been disgustingly (Taehyung’s words) in love with his fellow group member that goes by the name of Jeon Jungkook, basically ever since he laid eyes on him for the first time, and he was pretty sure that the younger returned his feelings to some extant. The problem was, he just wouldn't make a move and he was completely oblivious to Jimin’s flirting. I know what you might be thinking, why doesn't Jimin make a move? Well Park Jimin was a bit of a little shit who refused to make a move until the younger does, mainly because he was a little bit insecure about the whole ‘he knew..’ Thing. And that is how he found himself laying on Seokjin’s bed, because all of their meetings about Jimin’s love life happen in Yoongi’s room, mainly because Taehyung doesn't miss a chance of being next to to his tiny pale grumpy boyfriend. Jimin was laying with his head on Taehyung’s lap while the later played with his hair, pouting and whining about the drama that is his love life.
“I mean is he dumb? Why wouldn't he do anything?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Taehyung asked matter-of-factly.
“Shut up. I don't appreciate you attacking me with logic.”
“Okay well why don't you seduce him? Unleash your inner hoe, and maybe his dick wouldn't take it anymore”
“Tae, I literally sit on his lap every chance I get, I fucking sucked his thumb while he was trying to wipe remnants of food from my face and he just gave me that stupid fucking adorable smile like bros do shit like that all the time and that wasn’t me basically asking him to let me suck his dick. My hoe has been unleashed a long time ago.”
“He’s right, Jimin’s is one lap dance away from completely out hoeing himself” Yoongi commented from his bed on the other side of the room, he couldn’t help not participating in the conversation.
“Thanks Hyung..”
“Okay you’re right this is impossible.” Tae sighed.
“See I told you”
Jimin kept pouting, frustrated with the whole situation and clueless because he literally tried every flirting and seducing move, all ending up in an epic fail.
“Don’t worry Jimin-ah, we’ll come up with another plan” Taehyung said in determination, because helping his bro get his hoe was a serious matter and he was not going to watch his best friend mop because his crush was an oblivious dumbass. Jimin Just nodded while sighing, not sure what he could possibly do anymore.
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"He's so hot it's annoying. I hate him so much.”
“You two are so fun to watch” Hoseok chuckled after chugging down half of his water bottle. Jimin and Hoseok were sitting down in the dance studio taking a break while watching their youngest still dancing. They were working on a special stage as the dance line, so only the three of them were there while the rest of the members were doing god knows what. It’s been a week since Jimin’s conversation with Taehyung and nothing has changed. Taehyung apparently hasn't found the amazing plan yet and Jungkook still smiled with rosy cheeks at every advance and hint Jimin gives.
The door to the studio suddenly opens with a startling thud and non other than Kim Taehyung came running in like his life depended on it.
“JIMIN-AH I FOUND IT” Taehyung shouted loudly over the music that Jungkook stopped his dancing to see what the fuss is about, he turned off the music and moved towards the group of his friends.
“Found what?” The younger asked curiously, startling Taehyung that looked like he saw a ghost as he fumbled with an excuse to hide his master plan.
“Uh I uh.. FOUND THE UNDERWEAR! Jimin lost his favorite underwear and I finally found it haha, aren't you excited Jimin that I finally found your red panti-ouch-I mean boxers?” Jimin just stared at him like he was crazy after kicking him in the shin.
“What the fuck are you talking about”
“THE UNDERWEAR JIMIN.” Taehyung looked at him with wide suggestive eyes like he was talking through a code Jimin was supposed to understand. Jimin just sighed at his weird friend and got up, pulling him out of the studio and heading to the dorms.
..
“Taehyung what the actual fuck. This is your great plan?” Jimin asked as he looked dumbfounded at the women booty shorts laid on Seokjin’s bed, wondering if his best friend has finally lost his last brain cell.
“Yes! Come on think about it. What does Jungkook love about you the most?”
“I sure hope it’s my personality and my big heart”
“Right! What other big thing you have that Jungkook loves the most?”
“My teeth? I don't fucking know” Jimin was easily getting impatient and quite annoyed.
“Your ass you dumbass! Jungkook’s eyes are always glued to your ass and thighs every time you’re not looking his way, and what better way to make him lose his shit and finally fuck your desperate ass? Of course it’s using your best assets to lure him in.”
“Is that a pun?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a lot of ass in one statement.” Yoongi commented.
Jimin looked at the at least 6 pairs of Nike shorts laid on the bed, they didn't have any obnoxious colors or patterns, the brightest one was red and the rest were different dark shades. The shorts were sports wear and Jimin found himself considering the idea, after all he was quite desperate, can you tell?
“Come on Jiminie, it’s pretty fucking genius.”
“Okay yes, but wouldn’t it be weird of me to wear something like this all of a sudden?”
“Why would it be? we’re in a heat wave in the middle of July, this is the best timing, besides you won’t be the only one wearing them, so it wouldn’t look that strange.”
“You just said it’s not weird?”
“Shut up.”
Jimin sighed, he actually liked them, the material looked soft and they seemed comfortable especially since he was still sweating from the combination of dancing and the unbearable heat. He turned to Taehyung suddenly remembering one detail of the younger’s last statement:
“Wait, who’s also wearing them?”
“Oh, Yoongi Hyung!” Taehyung answered with his signature boxy smile.
“NO THE FUCK I’M NOT!”
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Jungkook was getting home the next day from one of his most intense workouts ever, he was drenched in sweat and his muscles ached but he loved the burn, it reminds him of how much progress he keeps making and he couldn’t be prouder. When he opened the door to the dorm and walked to the living room, his jaw almost dropped to the ground at the sight in front of him.
Right there in the middle of the living room, what his wet dreams are made of, was on his hands and knees on a tiny carpet. His back was arched obscenely and beautifully while his huge plump ass was in the air in all of its rounded glory. But what had Jungkook almost tripping on air was the red high waisted Nike shorts that were hugging the older’s behind so tightly in that position, the edge of the shorts were raised up the lower part of his asscheeks, fabric so tight it almost dug into the fat of his ass.
Another expanse of skin caught Jungkook’s eyes and he moved past Jimin’s figure to see Yoongi’s thinner pale legs bare and hoisted over the edge of the loveseat, only dressed in a matching black booty shorts as the ones Jimin was wearing, as he was deep into whatever he was doing on the laptop on his stomach, earphones in and unaware of his surroundings.
Jungkook looked over at the large couch in the middle of the living room, to find Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung sitting with their eyes open and focused on the shortest members, Taehyung’s eyes were locked on his boyfriend with his mouth open like a dumbass, while the older two were shifting between staring at Jimin and Yoongi both, like they were watching some kind of show while silently sharing a fist bump.
Jungkook looked back at Jimin again and when the elder’s upper body went completely down, hands stretched forward and chest touching the ground, his ass was shoved higher into the air and the shorts raised up to show more of the supple milky skin of his butt, Jungkook actually choked on his spit and his gym bag dropped to the ground in a loud thud.
Everyone’s attention shifted to him, except for Yoongi. When jimin’s eyes locked with his, he ginned widely and got up from his kneeling position. Jungkook gulped loudly as they older made his way towards him, his body felt like it was on fire and his boxers definitely felt a whole lot tighter.
“Jungkookiiiie!” Jimin called out in his singsong voice before he threw himself in the younger’s embrace. Jungkook thanked god that his natural reflex was still working as he managed to capture his hyung and not let them tumble to the ground.
Jungkook was hyperaware of the shorter male’s presence now that he was hugging him, his hands were tingling from their contact with Jimin’s lower back and Jungkook was challenging his self-control to not let his hands descend lower to grab at the heavenly globes cladded in those devil-made sinful shorts.
“H-hey Hyung.”
Jimin pulled away from the hug but kept his hands on the younger boy, sliding them across his shoulders and going down until he grabbed the younger’s biceps, his hands looking smaller trying to go around the big muscles and Jungkook shivered when they squeezed him.
“Oh my! Kookie, your religious visits to the gym are definitely paying off! Your arms got so big!” Jimin said with sultry fake wonder while squeezing the muscles and poking them with the tip of his stubby index finger, Jungkook was using every fiber of self-control in his system to keep from popping a boner at that moment. Apparently he was not succeeding.
“That’s not the only thing getting big right now..” Taehyung commented and Jungkook wanted the ground to swallow his pathetic self right at that moment. Luckily Jimin ignored him and just flashed the younger another innocent smile.
“How was your workout Jungkookie?”
“Uh I-it was good, I uh surpassed my last weight limit and I lifted 100 kgs” Jungkook said while fidgeting, his nervous habit of scratching the back of his head on full display and Jimin felt like he could cream his pants anytime now.
“Wow no wonder you could throw me around like I weigh nothing.” Jimin said with a giggle that sounded like porn in Jungkook’s ears.
“Jimin is really outdoing himself today..” Namjoon whispered but it was quite the failed attempt, for Jimin had heard him. Jungkook was too busy hyperventilating to hear him.
“W-what are you doing Hyung?” Jungkook couldn’t help his gaze that descended to gawk at Jimin’s thick thighs and how drool-worthy they looked in those obscenely short shorts, Jimin only smirked when he noticed the younger’s not so subtle staring as he pulled his hands behind his back is fake innocence as he said:
“Yoga, duh! Anyways I’m going to take a shower, wanna join? Jungkookie?”
Jungkook was sure his heart was gonna burst from his chest now, he could see the mental image of his heart flying out of his ribcage and straight into the smaller boy’s tiny mischievous hands. Trying not to choke on nothing again, Jungkook only fidgeted in his place as he shook his head rapidly saying:
“No n-no hyung it’s okay I’ll j-just uh wait until you’re done I have this um this thing so- uh yeah..”
Jimin was trying so hard to hold back his laughter, beaming at the fact that he was affecting the younger this much. He took another step forward until their chests were a breath away from touching. Jimin brought his hand to lightly brush down the younger’s arm as he said:
“Alright, see you later kookie!”
Jimin turned back to head towards his room with and exaggerated sway to his hips as he walked and Jungkook was definitely supporting more than a semi right now. When Jimin closed the door behind him, Jungkook finally let out what seemed like a breath he was holding the entire time.
“Holy fuck!”
“Holy fuck indeed..” Taehyung repeated while still gawking at his own boyfriend laid so prettily on the loveseat infront of him.
Namjoon and Hoseok burst into hysterical laughs at his inner struggle, but Jungkook paid them no attention as the image of Jimin looking so sinful and provocative was fixed behind his eyes he was sure he wouldn’t be able to shake it off anytime soon. When the boys managed to calm sown a little, Hoseok let out a long sigh as he wiped imaginary tears and said:
“Damn Maknae, you’re worse than I thought.”
“I was almost sure that he was going to pass out at any moment.” Added Namjoon while still laughing at his misery. Yoongi seemed to finally be aware of what’s happening as he got up from the couch and walked towards him.
“Hyung you too? What the fuck is this?” Jungkook questioned in frustration.
“Shut up it’s fucking hot. And get your shit together soon please.”
“W-what are you talking about?” Jungkook asked nervously refusing to believe he was that obvious, he wasn't was he?
“By the way, congratulations kid.” Yoongi said as he looked down at the very big presence in Jungkook’s sweatpants and giving him not a very gentle slap to the dick before he made his way to his room as well. Jungkook took a step back hissing in pain, cheeks burning in embarrassment.
“Hey you can’t just go around touching other men’s penises hyung, only touch mine!!” Taehyung called after him pouting as he followed him like the lost puppy he was, Yoongi only sighed for what seemed like the 100th time in the past couple of days.
“I can’t believe I’m living with a bunch of idiots and dating the biggest one of them...”
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Jimin was having the time of his life in the past week. He has gone all out in his flirting and hoeing he left Jungkook flustered at best or supporting a boner at worst and he couldn’t be prouder. He knew the younger was seconds from breaking and he couldn't wait for it. He resumed his lap sitting moments, bending over every moment he gets with an over exaggerated arched back, slowly running his hands over his thighs and it was all driving the younger crazy. Taehyung would even go as far as smacking Jimin’s ass from time to time, and Jungkook would watch as he squeaks and swats Taehyung’s hand away with lust filled eyes that shined more with anger and Jealousy.
Jimin was soaking up the attention like sponge in a water filled bucket, he even grew fond of the shorts and genuinely liked wearing them (so did Yoongi even if he complained to his boyfriend about them, but you didn't hear it from me). Jimin even ordered a couple more online of different colors and fabrics. He was so excited for the arrival of two particular pairs of velvet pyjama shorts, he put them on as soon as he took a shower at the end of the day.
Jimin’s cheeks warmed and heat pooled in his lower tummy as he took in his reflection when he was done getting dressed. He looked at the full body mirror as he examined how the shorts fit around his butt so well, alongside the long sleeved baggy white shirt he threw on that was most likely not his. He wasn't conceited or anything, he just felt really sexy in his attire, something about the soft baby pink of the shorts and the velvet fabric gave him a different feeling than the sports shorts Taehyung gave him. These ones felt softer, more sensual and somehow sexually stimulating.
It was past 12 am and everyone was in their rooms but no one was probably sleeping, so Jimin made his way to Jungkook’s room, desperately wanting to see him. Jimin hoped something would happen tonight, he just couldn’t hold his feelings and desires in anymore. Jungkook sure was suffering because of him but he was suffering just as bad if not even worse when it comes to sexual frustration.
He slowly an soundlessly opened the door to Jungkook’s room, he almost keened at the sight of of him sitting on his gaming chair, face focused and eyebrows meeting in the middle in a frown, jawline sharp and prominent, slightly biting his lower lip in concentration. Jimin’s eyes lowered to Jungkook’s muscular arms that flexed with every button he pushed on the controller, forearms decorated with bulging veins that showed through his skin. Jimin couldn’t believe he was so attracted to Jungkook even in his nerdiest setting but he just couldn't help it. Everything about him just made Jimin’s entire body tingle in arousal, one look from him would be enough to have Jimin down on his knees and ready to fulfill every single one of his needs and Jimin couldn’t even bring himself to feel one ounce of shame.
“Hi Jungkookie! Can I come in?” Jimin tilted his head and gave him his sweetest smile that rendered Jungkook speechless, which had him nodding soundlessly in return. Jimin just beamed at him as he made his way inside and Jungkook almost cursed out loud at the sight of his small hyung.
Jimin walked straight to the bed and planted himself on it laying on his stomach, pulling one of Jungkook’s pillows close to his chest and sighing in content as Jungkook’s cologne scent washed all over his sense. The younger watched his every step, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful creature that was torturing him for more than a week, his eyes took in his bare face that looked softer without the harsh makeup from their schedules, his eyes traveling down to his thick plump lips that were so naturally pigmented, or that might be from Jimin’s habit of biting them all the time. Jungkook wanted to pull the soft flesh from between Jimin’s teeth every time he would bite his lips and replace them with his own, biting and sucking on them until they were bruised on the verge of bleeding..
Jungkook’s eyes went farther down Jimin’s body, holding his breath as they stopped at the swell of his ass, hugged by the tight and soft material of the shorts that drove Jungkook to madness. The ones he was wearing tonight were different and Jungkook was sure they were his favorite and the ones he hated the most so far. The soft baby pink and the velvet fabric beautifully complimented his milky pale complexion that was slightly flushed pink from the hot shower he took, and Jungkook could feel his mouth watering. He knew he was slowly losing it.
Jimin could feel the younger’s intense gaze hot on his exposed skin, his lips tugging upwards in a smirk as he squirmed around, unable to stay still under Jungkook’s attention. Jungkook could feel himself getting hard yet once again before he painfully teared his gaze away from Jimin and back his tv screen. He couldn’t even focus on his game trying to will his erection down.
Jimin was very aware of the younger’s silence at the moment and he just couldn’t take it anymore, he really hoped for the younger to break and confess to him or bend him over the nearest surface and fuck him silly but he guessed that wasn’t going to happen. How could he forget how emotionally constipated the younger was, it literally took him 2 years after their debut to stop running and pushing him away every time Jimin touched or so much as got close to him. No matter how tall or buff Jungkook has gotten over the years, he was still the same lost awkward baby Jimin met years ago.
“Jungkook-ahhh” Jimin whined, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Yes Hyung?” Jungkook got up and turned around to face Jimin who did the same and was walking towards him. He did his best to keep his gaze on the older’s face and not let it travel down.
“How long is it going to take you to just admit it?”
“W-what are you talking about?”
“Ugh come on Jungkook I know you like me! Do you think I didn’t notice at least one of the many chubs you grew around me this week?”
Jungkook’s face darkened in a heavy blush as his round eyes widened too much Jimin was so worried they will pop out, he watched in a mix of amusement and frustration as the tall boy fidgeted in his place and stuttered to explain himself.
“I-I no I- didn’t.. I just I-Im sorr-”
“Don’t apologize Jungkookie, I like you too, so much can’t you tell?” Jimin said sincerely as he closed the distance between them and held the younger’s face between is hands, eyes faltering from his eyes to the lip trapped between Jungkook’s teeth as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. Jimin liked him, he couldn’t believe his ears.
“You do? You like ME?”
“Of course I do, how dense can you be?” Jimin couldn’t help the pout gracing his plump lips. Jungkook’s eyes were locked on the older’s soft looking lips, head swimming with thoughts of how they would feel against his. The older noticed his stare and he tilted his head back to stare up at Jungkook, trying to urge him once again to take the first move. Jungkook was still a little hesitant however, Jimin wasn't frustrated anymore. He couldn’t help but swoon at how precious and adorable Jungkook was, so he softly traced the soft skin of his cheek bone as he whispered:
“You can kiss me, Jungkookie”
It wasn’t how Jimin had imagined their kiss would be, he was sure that both of them were frustrated enough that they’d end up in a mess of lips and teeth, hair pulling and desperation. The kiss was surprisingly slow and tender, still sensual enough that had Jimn weak in the knees. Kissing Jimin was incomparable to any fantasy Jungkook has ever played in his head. His lips felt like they were melting and drowning in Jimin’s thick pillowy ones, so soft and tender he just wanted to chew on them forever. Jimin felt the younger’s large hands hold his waist with a firmness that was still gentle, his lips molding between his until he managed to pull on the bottom one and suck on it, caressing it with his tongue until he pulled a breathless moan from the smaller boy.
When Jungkook pulled away, Jimin was already high on the kiss he could barely hold himself up. No one has ever kissed him like that before, their tongues didn’t even touch and Jimin was sure that was the best kiss he has ever had. He wanted more, needed more.
When he looked back up at Jungkook, he noticed the younger breathing heavily and avoiding his eyes, scratching his neck in the way he did every time he was nervous or felt awkward. Jimin only smiled in fondness.
“Uh umm we should uh sleep, it’s late hyung..”
Jimin wasn't disappointed that Jungkook didn’t jump his bones already, he understood the way Jungkook functioned and he thought he could have more fun than what he anticipated. So he just kept smiling at him as he held his hand and walked them towards Jungkook’s kingsized bed.
Jungkook felt like his heart was going to explode any second from how hard and fast it was beating, he laid on the left side of the bed stiffly. He watched as Jimin climbed on the bed, or more like crawled while exaggerating the sway of his hips before he settled next to him, his back facing Jungkook before whispering through the darkness of the room, only illuminated by the soft lamp on the right nightstand,
“Jungkook-ah cuddle me” Jimin said in a whiny tone.
Jungkook gulped whatever moisture was left in in his drying mouth as he slid towards Jimin, he wrapped his arm around the smaller boy’s waist and pulled him against his chest. Jimin only sighed at the contact and burried himself further into the warmth of the younger boy, a tiny sound that sounded in between a sigh and a moan left his lips at how Jungkook’s broad frame covered his whole body like a blanket, his sturdy chest firm and soft at the same time felt better than the most luxurious mattresses. His lips curled into a smirk at the feeling of the younger’s fast heartbeat and the puffs of ragged breath on the sensitive skin of his neck; most of all he could very much feel his semi hard cock against his ass, he was going to have fun indeed.
The moment Jungkook’s dick started to feel more prominent against Jimin’s derriere, the older shifted in his place in a fake attempt of trying to get more comfortable, his ass swiftly grinding against Jungkook’s erection and letting out soft sigh. Jungkook froze at the feeling, the friction sending a shiver down his spine and he felt as if all of his nerve ends were switched on. He bit his lips trying to control himself from rutting against his hyung’s ass like a dog in heat. But he felt his control wearing thin as the elder kept squirming and moving, back arching and tiny pants filling the silent darkness. Jungkook’s hand grabbed Jimin’s hip in a tight hold to stop him from moving, letting out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. Jimin gasped at the warmth of younger’s breath against his neck, his skin was heating up in the sweetest way from the younger’s strong grip. He could feel the younger’s restraint faltering and he enjoyed every second of it:
“Stop it Hyung.”
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything~”
Jungkook felt the softness of Jimin’s velvet cladded ass moving against his now hard cock and he couldn’t help but grind his hips back against him, Jimin letting out the sultriest of moans was the last straw to his pathetic excuse of self control.
“Fuck Hyung.. you’re driving me crazy..”
“Mhmm Jungkookie~ touch me..”
“Fuck” Jungkook moved his hand from Jimin’s hip, slipping it under his shirt and caressing the soft skin of his flat tummy, moving up to brush against one of his sensitive nipples while still grinding his cock to full hardness. Jimin moaned at the stimulation, his hand went behind to grab the back of Jungkook’s neck and bring him down for a desperate kiss. Jungkook’s fingertips were digging into the older’s skin in bruising strength, lips devouring his in a dark hunger that rendered Jimin a weak whimpering mess, melting against him as his mouth went lax, lips parting in an invitation that Jungkook was too eager to accept. He pushed his tongue inside, marveling at the sweet taste of Jimin’s soft tongue against his. The smaller boy turned around for better access and a better angle to kiss his lover. Jungkook was quick to pull him close by his waist, holding his thigh up to position his between Jimin’s legs as he reattached their lips in a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Jimin shivered as warmth pooled in his lower belly, sucking on Jungkook’s tongue and moaning deep in his throat. He never knew kissing could feel this good and intense, it felt like Jungkook wanted to devour him whole, he felt so wanted and desired, the younger groaning and panting, sucking and biting on his thick lower lip like he couldn’t get enough of him was almost emotionally overbearing.
Jungkook pulled away panting in need of oxygen, he moved to lay on top of Jimin, the elder parting his legs in invitation. Jungkook ground his hips against him, his eyes locked on Jimin’s face, almost drooling at his sultry expression; eyes hooded and heavy with emotion, lips parted, swollen red and glistening. He nuzzled his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, inhaling the sweet smell of the vanilla and almond body lotion Jimin uses all the time, mixed with the expensive perfume he sprayed on for more aid in ‘seducing Jungkook mission’ and it was apparently working.
“Smell so fucking good hyung”
Jimin only whimpered as Jungkook swiped his tongue on the expanse of his sensitive neck before he latched on it, sucking and nipping the skin until it was raw enough to bruise, his hands still clutching the older’s tiny waist and roughly kneading the skin. Jimin was no stranger to rough partners, but the way Jungkook was handling him was just so different from other guys he has slept with. His firmness had no sense or desire to dominate or control, it was just hungry, desperate and needy; like Jimin was something he was craving and desiring for so long that once he had a taste, he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck, this week was torture Hyung. Those fucking shorts, do you know how fucking tempting you look wearing them?”
“Hmmm no~ show me how ‘fucking tempting I look wearing them’”
“Fuck!”
Jimin smiled as he threaded his hand through Jungkook’s hair, the younger just had his lips touching his neck while he breathed heavily. Jimin gasped as Jungkook’s hands tightened on him even more, he didn’t know what Jungkook was holding on for, but then again he quickly realized. Jungkook needed guiding, he needed reassurance that he was doing good, that he wasn’t fucking up, especially that he wasn’t doing something he wasn't supposed to do. The more he looked at Jungkook right now the more Jimin understood why Jungkook never made the first move.
“Go on baby, no need to hold back”
“H-hyung..”
“Hyung wants you to touch him baby~”
Jungkook gulped down as he tried to process what was about to happen. It’s not that he was scared of nervous, it was more like he couldn’t believe that everything he fantasized about for years was actually happening, that his beautiful Hyung was lying pliantly under him, asking him to touch him with his honey sweet breathy voice that rendered Jungkook’s every sense hypersensitive. Jungkook really doesn’t mean to be rough but it’s just default to his desperate state, he swiftly pulls up Jimin’s shirt up and latches his mouth on one of his perky nipple, sucking on in and biting until it was puffy and angry red. He moved to the other one, sucking on it and groaning deep in his throat, marveling at the softness and sweet taste of Jimin. The elder couldn’t help but moan deep and loud, the feel of the younger’s mouth latching on his sensitive nipples, sucking them in like his life depended on it had pleasure washing over his entire body, he looked down and keened at the sight, Jungkook’s lips swollen and glistening with spit, eyes closed and tongue appearing and disappearing from under his bottom lip without his mouth losing contact with his chest. Jimin’s nipples were quickly getting too sensitive and bordering painful, he threaded his finger’s in Jungkook’s hair and yanked on it gently. Jungkook let go of the abused buds and looked up, eyes wide as if he just woke up from a haze, his eyes travelled down and they took in the sight of Jimin’s now bruised and puffy nipples. He couldn’t help but feel proud of his work, Jimin looked so pretty like this, lips swollen, parted and panting, skin littered with dark red and purple bruises.
“You’re so pretty Hyung” Jungkook murmured as he placed soft kisses down Jimin’s tummy, Jimin whined at the ticklish sensation, cheeks flaming in a red flush as Jungkook kisses and loves every inch of his body.
“C-can you turn around Hyung?”
Jimin smiled endearingly at his lover, Jungkook still asking him for permission was such a contrast to the way he acts after he gets the yes from Jimin. Despite being the more experienced one, this was so new to Jimin, he never had a partner quite like Jungkook, who needs guiding and takes the lead all at the same time. Jimin didn’t mind shifting between dominating and submitting, he usually just goes with what his partner wants, but Jungkook was full of surprises, a unique character and Jimin is reminded of why he fell in love with him in the first place.
Jungkook moved back as Jimin shifted to settle on his hands and knees, even going down to rest on his elbows, cheek squished against the pillow and ass up in the air, wiggling shamelessly and Jungkook couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck! Oh holy fuck Jimin..”
Jimin smirked ,letting out a coy whine as Jungkook’s words had heat coiling in his lower tummy. Jimin was sure that his new kink is watching Jungkook lose control in lust and desperation for him. Jungkook took in the sight in front of him, Jimin was kneeling before him, thighs joined together and ass all in his face. The shorts were so tight the fat of Jimin’s ass was jutted from the edges , Jungkook slipped his fingers under the end of the tiny garment, pulling them up to expose more of the soft skin and back down. This time he was so gone he didn’t ask for permission, he just hooked his fingers on the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down, struggling as they got caught on Jimin’s wide hips and Jungkook was wondering how he even got to pull them on and fit everything in.
“Fucking hell Jimin!” Jungkook gasped as he realized Jimin was wearing nothing underneath, ass fully exposed now that the shorts were hooked under his ass. Jungkook couldn’t help but stare as the big full globes jiggling as they were free from the tightness of the shorts, smooth and extremely soft milky skin so inviting and mouth watering it has the younger desperate for a touch, for a taste, desperate for anything as Jimin shamelessly wiggled his butt and almost giving the younger a heart attack.
“Holy shit Hyung no underwear? You’re such a naughty boy aren’t you” Jungkook practically growled the words and Jimin felt a full hot body shudder run through his limbs.
“Mmm, Hyung has to be prepared for you Jungkookie~”
“Fuck.”
Jungkook moved both his hands to get a handful of the heavenly ass presented in front of him, mounding the fat between his fingers as he groaned. The skin felt extremely soft and hot, so doughy and inviting, everything he has ever imagined it would feel like and more. He placed both of his thumbs right above the crack as he pulled Jimin’s cheeks apart, he groaned at the sight of his smooth shaven pink hole before he released his grip and watched the cheeks jiggle back in place.
As Jungkook pulled the globes apart once again, he couldn’t help but notice how relaxed the pink skin of his rim was, with a little gape that had him whining because it was easy to assume that Jimin had stretched himself out not too long ago. Jungkook knew Jimin was not the most sexually reserved person to exist, he has always been open about his sexuality and his sexual needs despite his other insecurities. Hell he could remember when they were teasing Jimin about his smaller than average cock once and he just confidently shrugged his shoulders, telling them that he has a big ass to make up for it and he doesn’t need a big dick when he loves being the one to be fucked anyways. Needless to say, Jimin was always sexually open, still no one could’ve possibly warned Jungkook about how actually lewd his hyung could be. With him laying face down, ass up panting on the younger’s bed, his derriere presented in front of him and his hole slightly open and winking in anticipation, Jimin looked like he came straight out of an erotic adult film.
Jungkook’s mouth salivated at the sight, feeling the urge to burry his face between his fat cheeks and suck on his hole until his lungs burned for air. He moved closer to Jimin’s ass, breath hitching as he could get a whiff of Jimin’s arousal mixed with the sweet vanilla scent of his body lotion.
“F-fuck Hyung, how are you so stretched? Did- did you finger yourselff before you came to my room?”
Jimin turned his head around slightly but he still couldn’t see Jungkook’s face, he let out a soft giggle that was so provocative he felt Jungkook’s hands tighten their grip on his ass.
“Hmm even better, I had my butt plug in ever since I came back from Namjoon Hyung’s studio, I almost put it back in after my shower but I didn’t wanna be too naughty- Ahh!”
Jimin got caught off when he felt Jungkook licking and biting on one of his ass cheeks, before he enclosed his mouth around a chunk of fat and sucking on it so hard the skin bruised in mere seconds.
“Fuck hyung! you walked around all day, talking and laughing, smiling at everyone so innocently while your ass was stretched around that thing!”
Jungkook continued to litter bruises all over the milky and supple skin of Jimin, squeezing so hard finger prints are left behind. Jimin wanted to feel his lips on his entrance so bad..
“How many times have you walked around with a plug inside your little hole hmm? Come on hyung tell me”
“A-a lot .. every time I know we won’t have dance practice~ o-or every time I come to your room after you come back from your workout. I just can’t help myself when you’re looking so sweaty and and your muscles so tense and big~”
“Fuck, fuck Jimin!”
Jungkook finally buried his face in Jimin’s ass, mouth placed right over his quivering hole in an open mouthed kiss, loud and wet as he lapped his tongue up and down over the sensitive rim. Jimin’s eyes rolled back as he screamed in pleasure, the feeling of the younger’s tongue on him had the heat twirling in his tummy spreading all over his lower half. He could feel the warm wetness swiping up and down his hole, occasionally catching on his gaping rim. Jimin lost it when Jungkook shoved his tongue in his hole, going between swirling it inside and pulling out to suck on the sensitive skin harshly he was questioning if the younger was even breathing, rendering him a whimpering shaking mess.
“More m-more Jungkookie please!” Jimin whined as Jungkook finally pulled away to take a big gulp of air, staring at the hole that was more stretched now, dripping from the saliva that covered Jungkook’s chin also. Jimin kept whining and squirming, shaking his ass teasingly in front of the younger until it earned him a harsh smack on his left cheek. Jimin moaned loudly at the contact, not one trace of pain in his high pitched voice.
“Patience Jimin. Fuck look at you, such a needy little thing. Are you always like this huh hyung? So needy for anyone to play your little games is that right?”
Jungkook slapped his ass again, and again, and again as he grunted the words into his lower back. Jimin couldn’t believe what was happening, long was gone his indecisive and nervous Jungkook and he was left with this hungry rough wolf Jimin could swear he was on the verge of an orgasm, his neglected cock was twitching and drooling between his thighs as the younger landed slap after slap on his reddening ass cheeks.
“No! No J-Jungkookie, only want you! I’ve only ever wanted you baby please!”
Jungkook ran his hands gently over the over heated and crimson skin, peppering soft kisses on it. The gentle touches fucked with Jimin’s mind more, the shift from the rough spanking to the soft kisses on the tender flesh of his ass was too much to handle. Jungkook pulled away and flipped him on his back, not giving him one second to breathe before he plunged his tongue between his parted lips, licking the inside of his mouth and nipping on his lower lip, keeping his mouth open by locking his thumb on his chin and pulling down, his other hand caressing and squeezing the muscles of his thick thigh as he brought it up around his waist.
He pulled away and slipped his thumb between the older’s plump red lips, Jimin sucking on it happily as he whimpered from the intensity of everything happening. Jungkook slipped his hand under the pillow on the left side of the bed in search for his lube, too eager to fuck the beautiful mess under him to care about the fact that he keeps the lubricant under his pillow for easy access.
He dropped it next to him as he went to pull his thumb out but Jimin caught his arm between his tiny hands, a whine escaping him as he suckled on digit more, Jungkook could see the small drops of tears escaping the corners of his eyes, watching him going into some sort of headspace Jungkook didn’t know about. Jimin felt Jungkook push his thumb deeper into his mouth, pressing down on the back of his tongue and he pathetically whimpered at the feeling, a gurgling sound escaping his now parted lips. Jimin realized he was drooling all over himself and Jungkook’s hand, he whined in embarrassment as the taller boy smiled at him, he didn’t know if that was a smile of fondness or a smug smirk but nonetheless, it send shivers down his spine, his thighs tightening around Jungkook’s waist at the pleasure traveling through his veins.
“Come on baby, let go hmm? Let go so I can fuck you. You want that don’t you?”
Jimin released his thumb from between his lips before he gulped down the excess saliva pooling in his mouth before nodding excitedly. Jungkook only smiled as he swiped the wet finger over Jimin’s equally wet bottom lip.
“Words Jimin-ah, I need you to say it.”
“Please please fuck me Kookie please!” Jimin was out of it, so out of it and Jungkook was still fully dressed.
“Good boy.”
Jungkook pulled away to pull his shirt off, Jimin gawked at him, holding back a whimper as he took in his glistening ripped body, his eyes roaming over his big arms, muscles more tense and bulging with veins. Jimin wanted to be held on by those arms forever, kissed by those lips forever, loved by this man forever. The image of him being with anyone but Jungkook was so foreign to his mind.
“Hold you legs open for me will you?”
Jimin whimpered as he slipped his hands under his knee pits, spreading his legs and holding them down against his chest.
“So pretty, fuck. You’re the prettiest boy aren’t you Jimin-ah?” Jungkook asked as he pressed open mouthed kisses over the milky expanse of Jimin’s thighs while squeezing the lube into his fingers. He looked at his body in wonder, everything about Jimin was so beautiful, from his short frame, his tiny waist and wide hips to his small cock that was drooling precum into his tummy, flushed pink. tiny and thick, just like him. He entered his two middle fingers past the entrance immediately, knowing the older was stretched enough to take them in easily. Jimin moaned loudly, the feeling of having something inside him so satisfying and fulfilling, Jungkook’s fingers reached so deep in him, places his own stubby short ones could never reach. He felt the long digits moving in an up and down motion, the younger didn’t pull out at all, keeping his circular motions as he pressed against his prostate over and over until Jimin begged him to stop because he could feel his orgasm building.
Jungkook finally pulled his fingers out and Jimin sighed in relief and desperation. He watched as the younger sat back to tug his sweat pants and boxers down, throwing them across the room. When the younger got up on his knees again, Jimin shamelessly moaned at the sight. He has always knew Jungkook was packing, it was impossible to not see his dick print on whatever pants he wears. But seeing it now hard, standing up proudly long and curved, so thick that it had Jimin whining in anticipation. This was the biggest cock he has ever encountered and he has seen he fair share of cocks, Jungkook’s was the prettiest one so far.
“Jungkookie~ your cock is so huge! Mine looks so tiny in comparison~” Jimin mumbled with a fake pout, he was enjoying the size difference way too much. Jungkook groaned as he gripped his thigh in a tight grip.
“Fuck Jimin! You can’t just say that!”
Jimin let go of his thighs, bringing his a hand up and tucking it on his chest close to his chin in a tiny fist, while he moved his other one to grab Jungkook’s cock and gasping at how thick and pulsing it was, twitching on his barely connected hold, he jerked him softly as Jungkook cursed silently under his breath.
“Come on Jungkookie, I want your big cock inside me, even if it doesn’t fit~ I’ll just keep training my little hole until it can take all of you~”
“Oh fuck!” Jungkook captured his lips in a bruising kiss in an attempt to shut his dirty mouth up before he comes without even attempting to enter him. As he moved his lips with the older’s in a sloppy wet kiss, his hands reached for the lube as he squeezed a big amount straight on Jimin’s hole and another on his rock hard cock. When he was lubed up enough for an easy slide, he pulled away and manhandled Jimin onto his knees once again as if he weighed nothing, until he was on his previous position.
Without any warning, Jimin felt the thick head of Jungkook’s cock penetrating him, the stretch was nothing like he has ever felt. Despite the obscene amount of lube Jungkook spread on both of them, the stretch was as painful as it was for his first time. The pain and its nostalgia had him crying out loudly, arching his back not knowing if he was looking to get away or push back to take more of him.
Jungkook had his hips locked in a death grip, stopping when his cock was half way in for a moment to let him adjust. Pressing a soft kiss at the dip of his back in an attempt to comfort him, trying to stay collected like he wasn’t using all of his self control to not just go in balls deep in one thrust.
“I-I’m sorry Hyung, does it hurt a lot?”
Jimin was full on sobbing now, but he smiled slightly at the tone of his confused Jungkook that needed his guidance slipping back into his voice.
“Hurts so good kookie~ Just give hyung a second and I think he’ll be able to take you all in hmm? You’re such a big boy now Jungkookie~”
“F-fuck okay! Yea okay Hyung”
After Jimin felt himself able to relax completely, he pushed back against the younger’s hips, jaw dropping slack as he felt fuller and fuller by the second until Jungkook was nestled deep inside him. Jimin moaned loud, his head clouding up with how good it felt to be this full, nothing has ever reached this deep inside him except for his longest toy but Jungkook’s cock still felt so much different, so much better.
“You can move now baby, d-don’t hold back, hyung can take it~”
Jungkook pulled out just as he was allowed the permission to move before he thrusted back in roughly, Jimin borderline screamed at the treatment, the drag against his sensitive spot felt so heavenly and he could still feel the prominent burn of being so stretched out. Jungkook kept thrusting in and out, grunting as his hyung wrapped around him so tightly and sucked him in so good. He looked down as he eyed his cock appearing and disappearing into the wet reddening abused skin of Jimin’ hole, the slide getting easier the more he pounded into him.
“You’re taking me so fucking well Jimin-ah!”
“Fuck Kookie! S-so big.. feel so full~”
Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s still red ass and pulled the cheeks apart as much as he can, marveling in the way Jimin’s legs quivered from the added stretch before he pulled out completely. He groaned loudly as he took in the gaping hole, stretched open as lube dripped down the rim. He released one cheek before grabbing the base of his cock, guiding it to the open hole and slipped back in, only entering the head before pulling out. He repeated the motion again and again, watching as the head of his cock slipped so easily in and out with wet squelching pops, groaning as he watched Jimin’s hole blinking as if trying to hold onto his cock but failing when you the younger would pull out again.
“Please don’t tease me Kookie! Please please fuck me I’m so close please~!”
Jungkook landed one smack one his ass before he rolled him back on his back. As much he wanted to drag this longer he was aware that he too couldn’t last long, and he wanted to see Jimin when he comes. He held both of his thighs down before he thrusted his cock back in, balls deep before setting a harsh fast pace. Jimin threw his head back in a scream, his eyes rolled back as he felt the younger abusing his prostate, hitting it full on with every thrust in their current position better. Tears escaped his eyes as he felt like his insides were getting messed up from the pounding he was receiving, the heat in his stomach getting so intense as his orgasm hit him so unexpectedly. He came with a silent scream, his cock spurting so much cum across his belly and chest. The waves of pleasure his orgasm washed his body with lasted so much longer than his previous ones, until his cock was gushing fluid that was sheer and less thick.
Jungkook stopped for a moment as he watched Jimin have one of the most intense orgasms of his life, full body shaking as he moaned in pure euphoria, his little cock squirting over and over he couldn’t hold back anymore. Two thrusts in and he came with a loud groan and a shudder, flooding Jimin’s inside with thick spurts of cum and they both rode out their orgasms. Jimin’s body was still jolting every now and then, whimpering at the blinding pleasure he experienced. Jungkook carefully pulled out, quickly pushing two of his fingers in instead as Jimin let out a sob of disapproval.
“Shh it’s okay baby, let it out yeah? You did so well for me, too good” Jungkook pressed soft kisses on the older’s cheeks, temples and lips until his shaking stopped, and his breathing wasn’t as ragged.
“You’re so beautiful baby, so fucking beautiful” Jungkook pressed one finally kiss on his lips, making sure to delicately take his bottom lip in, sucking softly before he released it. Jimin could barely keep his eyes open and Jungkook smiled fondly, he couldn’t believe how beautiful Jimin looked post-sex, he looked downright angelic and ethereal.
“Sleepy?” Jungkook murmured quietly. Jimin only nodded, unable to form words as he was slipping form consciousness, the younger gave him one more peck before whispering:
“I’ll get something to clean us up and be right back.” Jimin nodded again before he slipped into unconsciousness.
Jungkook moved to get the pack of babywipes next from his nightstand drawer (don’t ask.) and proceeded to clean the cum from Jimin’s tummy and chest, not forgetting about is own that ran down from Jimin’s puffy hole, making sure to clean it properly to lessen the soreness that was sure to come tomorrow. After cleaning himself as well and pulling on a fresh pair of underwear, he laid down next to Jimin, pulling his still rolled up shirt down before he slipped down more and placed his head on Jimin’s shoulder. He nuzzled his face in the older neck before tightening his arms around his waist and sighing contently. He felt jimin’s arms wrap around his shoulders, and a soft kiss pressed against his forehead.
“I love you Kookie..”
“I love you most, Hyung.”
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From the room across,
Taehyung gulped down the remaining saliva in his mouth, listening to the high pitched moans of his best friend as his cheeks darkened in a blush. He looked across the room to the shadow of Seokjin’s body deep in slumber and back to his boyfriend who was just as deep in his own sleep.
“Hyung?” Taehyung turned around and shook his boyfriend awake gently,
“What.”
“I’m horny..” Taehyung whined in a pout.
“No.”
“But hyung-”
“No I'm not letting you fuck me when Hyung is in the room.”
“B-but-”
“No, now behave if you don’t want me to kick you out.”
“Fine..” Taehyung grumbled, pout still on his lips. He felt the elder move around until he was cuddled against his chest. Yoongi placed a kiss on Taehyung’s jaw before he whispered.
“I’ll suck your dick tomorrow when I wake up, promise”
“Hyung! you’re not helping!”
“Shh, now sleep before I change my mind.”
Taehyung was out in 5 seconds.