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jungkook’s just gotten back from the gym, the clock on the wall nearing twelve in the morning. the last remaining water from his shower keeps his curling hair damp, though he manages to toss it into a small ponytail to keep it from shielding his eyes. quietly, he’s pushing past jimin’s door, into the dark room where a body lays curled into soft sheets. hoseok left for the week, leaving jimin alone in the biggest room of the dorms. it’s barely lit by the lamp that jimin forgot to turn off, the sound of music playing soft from a nearby speaker. jungkook needed something to touch after his workout, something sturdy and warm.
jimin was used to jungkook finding himself under his blankets, had even made sure to leave space in his bed for him after hours. it was habit at this point, jungkook naturally drawn to jimin’s reassuring hold and the scratchy but soothing rhythm of his voice.
jungkook slides beside him with ease, fingers reaching for his waist to drag him closer. jimin was the very thing his fingers craved, soft under his touch, smelling of something clean beneath the alcohol. they’d been drinking in celebration of his upcoming birthday, though it seems even jimin had to tap out early despite having the highest tolerance of them all.
the thing about alcohol was that — and this was something he couldn’t shake off no matter how much he worked up a sweat — he couldn’t stop his body from thrumming even with the slightest touch. how sensitive he got, so much so jimin has laughed when he moaned with a neck rub. his body betrayed him more often than not, and even more now that his workout left him tired and strained.
he knows it’s dirty. how he reacts to jimin even when he’s sleeping peacefully. he tries to wave it away, to close his eyes. but when jimin shifts, his fingers graze along jungkook’s thigh and he bites back the urge to keen quietly. perhaps he’s hurt himself more than helped by stopping by the gym.
though maybe —
jungkook may still tipsy, but he couldn’t forget the conversation he’d shared with jimin months ago. after a particularly needy fuck where jungkook had shaken jimin awake begging for release. jimin was tired the whole time, but still let jungkook fuck his thick thighs until he came with a little cry.
‘mm, next time just let me sleep, jungkookie. don’t think we’ll make the shoot in time now.’
‘you mean get off while you sleep?’ he said, laughing at jimin’s lazy wording. he’d been joking at the time, but jimin rolled over, lips nuzzled into his neck.
‘mhm,’ he told him. ‘considering how fucking horny you get at night - might as well.’
jungkook’s whole body had been overwhelmed at the thought. of getting off with jimin’s sleeping figure. fucking himself down on his cock, or fucking him in various ways. the possibilities were endless.
‘you - you’re not joking?’
‘no. kinda hot the more i think about it. how desperate you get and how you don’t care if someone is awake or asleep. baby can’t control his needy cock.’
jungkook’s eyes slide over jimin’s body, splayed out on his back now, and he was so pretty when he slept. his features soft and undisturbed, hair tangled and whipped across his features. for a moment jungkook just lays there watching him breath, though the more he does, the more his body aches.
he decides he’ll take jimin up on the offer, for once, only a bit embarrassed when he shuffles closer. at first he just pushes up to him, lets his thigh drape over his side, the little bit of drag against his dick blissful. it wasn’t nearly enough, though, that nervous voice in the back of his head has him holding back a little. he elects to simply grind against jimin’s side, impatiently moving down to his thighs when the angle proves difficult. those honey thighs are barely covered by the shorts he’s wearing, feeling like heaven when his trembling hands shove his own sweats down. the sigh that bubbles from his throat soon after though, is hitched high, cock dragging wet against jimin. he hadn’t realized just how slick with precome he’d gotten. he’d been hard even when he left the gym.
then again, he hasn’t been touched in weeks. his vacation was a bit lonely with jimin gone to different countries, and right after they’d returned, they were rushed to concerts and other events. even on his own birthday, he’d gotten a quick handjob in his apartment bathroom while the rest of the members waited for him to blow his candles out.
thinking about jimin’s hands wrapped around him drives him in a new direction, and jungkook doesn’t think he can come from just this. he’s agitated and horny and he wants something more.
with once glance to the clock, and jimin’s birthday counting down by minutes now, he reaches for jimin’s shorts. it proves a bit more difficult to shimmy them off without waking him, though he’s triumphant when he does. jimin’s half hard, much to jungkook’s surprise. perhaps dreaming or simply attuned to jungkook’s own bodily needs.
he licks his lips at the thought of getting him into his mouth, jungkook leaning down to press kitten licks and kisses across jimin’s dick, over the piercings that only jungkook knew he had gotten one drunken dare. he loved to play with them, knew that they made jimin extra sensitive to touch. with his tongue gliding over the silver bars, he begins working him up slow, enjoying the light fidget in jimin’s hands and thighs when he breathes across his cock.
the excellent thing about jimin was how easy he was to rile up. they’d both been deprived enough of one another it doesn’t take him long at all to grow stiff.
with a hum, jungkook sinks his mouth down fully over jimin, lets it fill his greedy mouth until he gags. jimin was thick — far thicker than himself, and even his length was impressive. jungkook may have a little thing for big dicks, and jimin only proved that further. loved to taunt him every time they fucked.
jungkook pauses to breathe when he reaches the base of jimin’s length, eyes watering but oh so determined to get him off like this. he can feel the piercings cold against his throat and jungkook can't help but moan quietly. he was deep enough he could feel the burn and stretch, but he wanted this. wanted to choke. after he does manage to catch his breath, however, it’s a slow bob, jungkook rubbing himself off on the bed sheets the same time he fucks his own mouth with jimin’s cock.
and this — this he can come with. has done so before, when jimin had made him sit like this. patient and pliant when he fucked his mouth for what felt like hours - until it ached and jungkook had come in his pants. he loved things in his mouth, but particularly jimin’s fingers and spit and cock. craved the taste of him and the humiliation flaring crimson over his cheeks. how jimin had that certain look in his eye.
jungkook has to stop himself from releasing with the memories. has to remind himself that this is for jimin, too. how he wants his hyung to wake up on his birthday knowing he made him come in his sleep.
he decides that he wants to be filled in another way. how he can’t wait to show jimin how full he is of his come when he spreads himself open later.
— and there’s something particularly dirty about fingering his ass next to jimin, slick and working himself open on three long digits. he hasn’t had this fill in too long, can't wait to feel jimin mold his ass for his cock again. can’t wait to remember how jimin murmured quietly during their late fucks about how pretty he looked split on his dick, a big boy for a big cock. how the others probably think he’s the one in charge but there he was bouncing himself on jimin like it was his full time job.
jungkook’s moan is far too loud this time and quickly, he brings his free hand up over his mouth. jimin stirs beside him, though thankfully doesn’t flip over. jungkook should take it as a sign to hurry up , and manages to straddle over hips. fingers push his hyung’s shirt up over his nipples, jungkook wanting to see the tattoo on his side and the flex of his muscles when he lowers himself down.
he relishes in the stretch.
it feels too good — not just the way jimin settles inside him, but the way his lips part in his sleep when jungkook wiggles his hips. his cock twitches against his ass, and jungkook’s eyes involuntarily flutter. perhaps this is what he’s been needing all along, this dirty feeling, knowing that jimin could wake up at any moment and see jungkook using his cock like a toy.
‘kinda hot the more i think about it. how desperate you get and don’t care if someone is awake or asleep. baby can’t control his needy cock.’
jungkook throws his head back, the squelch of lube and spit dangerously loud but so wet and so good. his hands grab at his own ass, spreading himself so he can sit back on jimin easier. the angle makes every movement push deeper, and jungkook knows he’s probably coating jimin’s stomach with precome by now. he can feel it trickle down, slicking his untouched dick. “ah, hyung ,” he chokes out, stomach curling tight and harsh.
the build is nothing if not ravenous, jungkook not caring for the noises pulled from his lips anymore. maybe a part of him does want jimin to wake, to drink in his expression and the way jungkook wants and wants and wants. jungkook leans down, lips closing around jimin’s nipple and sucking harshly. it causes him to jerk, the movement sending his hips up and into jungkook.
he shouldn’t be surprised when eyes open slowly after, but jungkook still cant help the deep flush on his cheeks because he doesn’t even stop. just keeps rocking down on jimin while he wakes up, while he registers what’s going on.
“jungkook,” he says, voice deep with sleep, if not a little breathy. “what are you -“
“happy birthday, hyung,” jungkook tells him, leaning down to nuzzle into his neck, teeth grazing over where he knows jimin is sensitive. “feel so good,” he whispers to him, watching the groggy expression on jimin’s face starts to clear, giving way to that dark set in his eyes he saves for when he fucks.
“couldn’t wait?” he asks, though he knows the answer, of course he does. it earns a little sigh from jungkook, his bottom brim pouting for something that only jimin seems to understand. there’s fingers pushing past his lips shortly after, and jungkook sucks on them like a cock. “hyung’s needy baby. should stop fucking you so much so you do this, huh?”
jungkook only responds with taking jimin’s fingers deeper, letting his hips settle just to feel jimin’s cock throb. he knows jimin is close and he savors the fact that he did this. he made jimin like this while he was knocked out. his eyes move over to meet jimin’s, but he makes no attempt to move. “what? you wake me up and now you want me to do the work?”
jungkook barely manages words past jimin’s fingers in his mouth. “please, hyung - legs hurt.”
“what would you have done if i didn’t wake up?”
jungkook’s body drapes over jimin’s, lips kissing sloppy over his chest. “wouldn’t have stopped. wanted to come so bad and - couldn’t wait. cock felt so good in me and you didn’t even know.”
it takes a moment, jimin rubbing at his sleepy eyes, but then he’s guiding jungkook to his side, pushing him into the mattress. it’s not fast, jimin still clinging to sleep, but he fucks him slow and rough. grinds deep enough jungkook thinks he’ll break, but his moans and too muffled by the pillows for jimin to care. it’s messy, too, with how wet jungkook is: drool and precome, lube spilling from his ass. he’s thankful hoseok left and the walls were thick enough to conceal his moans, and jimin’s words murmured in his ear.
“should just tie you up to a machine all night next time since you can’t go without a cock.”
“still hyung’s good boy, though, aren’t you? trying to pretend this was all for hyung’s birthday.”
jungkook comes across jimin’s sheets, letting himself get milked until his own eyes are near closing. it’s only one in the morning and jimin murmurs about how he’s not done with him yet, but there’s hands pulling close, wrapping around his sticky skin. “get some sleep, jungkookie,” jimin whispers against his skin, tongue lapping at his shoulder. he doesn’t pull out, knows jungkook doesn’t want him to, but he kisses him asleep and promises he’ll wake up the same way jungkook did. hyung’s birthday gift.