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“I was in Reactor, then I went to Cams and saw Tae hyung running in circles around Hobi hyung’s corpse in Med Bay.”
Jimin stretches his arms and legs out, arching his back like a cat on the queen sized bed, softly sighing to himself as the joints in his body find relief after a good two hours of sitting in the same position.
So maybe Jimin is not a video game connoisseur per se, but he can find amusement in watching his boyfriend play any game of any genre. It’s no wonder why he has so many avid followers. Jungkook has such a charming personality that can captivate any audience. No matter what he does, he always finds a way to make it entertaining for himself and everyone watching.
Right now, though, Jimin wishes he could put those skills to good use elsewhere.
“Tae, you were literally dancing on the body!”
With school and work in the way, the new couple haven’t been able to meet up as often as they used to like in the summer when they had first gotten together. Perhaps it’s a side effect of the honeymoon phase, but Jimin can’t help but feel the symptoms of withdrawal from not being able to get intimate with his insanely hot boyfriend. The last time he got to scream Jungkook’s name from intense pleasure was a good two weeks ago. Other than that, they’ve only shared kisses here and there with the occasional hand squeezing Jimin’s butt. Jimin loves anything Jungkook gives him, but he can only take so much for so long.
Which leads him to his exact position now, sitting in Jungkook’s dark bedroom after coming straight over once his dance practice ended in hopes of spending some much needed time with his boyfriend, but of course his friends just had to invite him to join their livestream. Jungkook had ditched their short lived cuddle session and told him it would only be a few rounds, which inevitably turned into a good dozen or so by now and from the looks of it, it won’t be finishing up any time soon.
This ends here. It can’t go on any longer. His libido is at the breaking point.
He watches as Jungkook begins a new game with his friends. The word imposter appears in red across the screen ominously and Jungkook chuckles to himself, quirking his eyebrows at the camera standing next to his monitor. “Me and Yug, you love to see it. Easy dub.”
Jimin plops back onto the covers with a silent groan. Is playing as a bunch of suited cartoon characters in space that much more fun than getting your dick sucked by your boyfriend? Gen Z are really a confusing bunch.
Anyways. It’s time for an intervention.
He slides off of the bed and walks over to the closet, careful to make as minimal sound as possible. Jungkook’s camera is set up angled away from his bed and closet, so his viewers most likely don’t know that someone else is in the room with him and he doesn’t recall Jungkook mentioning him being there in the past couple of hours. Therefore, he tries to be as inconspicuous as possible.
He slides the closet doors open and starts shuffling through the monochrome shirts and hoodies hanging inside. Jimin hums to himself as if he’s choosing an outfit for the day. He randomly picks one of the countless black shirts and holds it up to his body. It’s oversized, of course, and it goes down to just about his mid thigh. It’ll do.
He slides the closet doors shut and turns to make his way back to the bed, but stops when he catches Jungkook watching him in his peripheral. The younger’s head is turned to him with a questioning look. Jimin just throws him his most innocent smile, which seems to be enough to appease the other because he turns back to his monitor to continue the game.
“Wait, why the fuck did Yugyeom lock me in here?”
Jimin reaches the bed and throws the shirt onto it. He makes quick work of removing his clothes, leaving him in nothing but his white crew socks. He slips Jungkook’s shirt over his head, reveling in the clean, soothing scent that takes over him from the younger’s favorite laundry detergent.
He peeks back at his boyfriend and sees him still intently focused on the screen, muttering a few words here and there for those watching him live.
Jimin plops down onto the bed, sitting on his knees. He reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out the small bottle of lube. After stealing another glance at the oblivious Jungkook, he settles back onto the pillows.
Admittedly, he’s nervous. Jungkook knows his body inside and out, and there was once a point in their relationship where he’s seen Jimin naked more times than not, but what he’s about to do is a bit too daring, even for him.
But, as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Jimin pops the cap open, squeezing a generous amount onto his hand. He spreads the slick liquid across his fingers, warm and wet. Just how he likes it.
Spreading his legs, he wastes no time in inserting his index finger first. He lets out a soft gasp, not having felt anything inside of him in weeks and waiting a beat to get used to the feeling before slowly moving.
“I’m sus of Youngjae. Why were you moving around so aimlessly in the corridors, bro?”
It’s not the ideal backing track to his current situation, but it’s Jungkook’s deep, alluring voice so he’ll make do with what he has. Jimin closes his eyes and imagines that Jungkook is sitting between his legs instead of on the other side of the room. He thinks about his long fingers slowly dragging in and out, just barely touching his sweet spot. He imagines him leaning over to whisper dirty praises into his ear, teasing him. Before he knows it, he slips a second finger in and picks up the pace, letting out breathy little gasps.
“Kookie…” Jimin whines softly, turning his head to the side. When he opens his eyes again, his breath hitches when his gaze locks with Jungkook’s.
The younger is watching him so intensely, a furrow in his brows. Oh, if looks could kill…
Jimin meets his gaze head on, biting his lip in challenge. He opens his legs even more ever so slightly, and Jungkook’s eyes darken before he tears them away in favor of looking back at the computer.
Jungkook clears his throat. “Ah, shit, sorry. So are we skipping?”
Jimin focuses on him then, on the way Jungkook’s jaw is visibly tensed, illuminated only by the light from the brightly lit screen, the dark shadows emphasizing its sharpness in contrast. Jimin squeezes his eyes shut at the vivid imagery that invades his mind of all the times he got to feel that same jawline running across his legs as Jungkook would pepper his skin with kisses and litter it with red marks. He whimpers when the Jungkook in his mind trails down lower and lower, ever so tantalizing like he always is, before his tongue joins in beside the fingers moving inside of him.
“Oh…” Jimin bites his lip so hard it hurts, but he knows he has to keep quiet because of the livestream. He didn’t even notice that he had managed to slip in a third finger, now moving at a quick pace, but it’s still not enough. Jungkook always knows exactly how to touch him in order to turn him into a writhing, moaning mess, teetering on the edge but loving every single second of it and begging for more.
He hears a throat clear and peeks his eyes open. Jungkook is still staring at the game, and Jimin thinks he might’ve misheard until the younger speaks up.
“Jimin.”
Jimin pauses his ministrations. “Yeah?”
Jungkook doesn’t take his eyes off of the screen as he gruffly commands, “Get over here.”
His heart drops. He knows that voice, Jungkook is not pleased and something is definitely coming.
Jimin is almost vibrating in anticipation.
He removes his fingers and slips off of the bed, smoothing out his ruffled shirt. Then, on silent sock feet, he patters over towards the setup in the corner of the room, stopping beside the desk while still being out of frame from the camera.
Jungkook regards him for a quick second as Jimin waits. He sees him click on something off screen.
“Sorry guys. It looks like my camera died.”
He swivels his gamer chair towards Jimin and looks at him expectantly. At first, Jimin stands there, a little lost as to what the younger was waiting for. Then his eyes travel lower, taking note of how inviting Jungkook’s lap looks, legs spread while he watches him without saying a word, his attention solely focused on him instead of the video game for once.
Jimin doesn’t need any more prompting. He takes his designated seat on the other’s lap, immediately wrapping his arms around his shoulders and hugging him excitedly, delighted to just be in Jungkook’s arms again. If Jimin had a tail, it’d be wagging furiously.
Jungkook’s melodic laughter rings through his ears as his warm hand soothes up and down the small of Jimin’s back. “Ah, my boyfriend is here with me. He’s just being cute.”
Jimin pulls back and scrunches his nose at the statement. Jungkook simply beams at him before leaning in and giving him a loving kiss.
Jimin reciprocates eagerly, fighting back a moan when Jungkook slips his tongue inside his mouth. He briefly wonders if the mic can pick up on the wet smacking sounds of their lips.
Too soon, Jungkook pulls away and Jimin pouts at him, but his boyfriend’s attention is back on the game. “Okay, I’m gonna look for Tae hyung and self report.”
Jimin internally groans for the nth time that night, resting his head against the younger’s shoulder. His dick is still semi hard and a bit uncomfortable as it rubs against his stomach and the material of the shirt but he powers through it. If his boyfriend wants him to be his personal lap warmer while he plays video games then so be it.
He relaxes against Jungkook’s chest, finding comfort in his warmth and the softness of his hoodie. He would gladly stay in this position for as long as he needs him to…
He’s so at peace, the distant sound of the console whirring and the keyboard’s tapping fading in the background, he almost misses the way Jungkook’s hand trails down his back, all the way down until he reaches up underneath Jimin’s shirt.
Jimin’s breath hitches but Jungkook presses his lips against his own, silencing him as his finger enters his hole without further warning.
“Is this what you wanted?” Jungkook whispers against his lips, his fingers moving at an unforgiving pace right off the bat. Jimin squirms in his lap but nods. Truthfully, he was thinking Jungkook would call it a night and turn off his stream to join him in bed. He wasn’t expecting him to take this route instead… but Jimin is sure as hell not complaining. “You gotta be quiet, okay baby?”
“‘Kay,” Jimin responds softly, sweetly pecking his boyfriend on the lips before trailing light kisses down his jawline.
“I was with Yugyeom on the top right of the map the whole time, then we passed by Nav and saw Tae hyung’s body.”
Jimin wiggles his hips, wanting Jungkook’s delicious fingers even deeper. In response, Jungkook brings his other hand down and squeezes Jimin’s ass cheek hard enough to bruise. The message is clear. Behave. He knows that if there wasn’t a hidden audience to be aware of, he would have smacked his ass instead.
“I can clear Yugyeom and Hobi hyung. We did pass by Yeonjun though, and it looked like he was running up from Nav.”
Suddenly the fingers are gone, leaving Jimin with an empty feeling. He almost whines out loud before Jungkook huskily whispers in his ear, “You’re so fucking wet, babe. You’re dripping all over me.”
Jimin blushes, hiding his face against Jungkook’s shoulder. He knows it isn’t just the excess lube from his hole he’s referring to, but also the precum sliding down from the tip of his cock, creating wet spots on both of their black clothing.
“Jungkookie, please…”
“How did you get to the top right that fast if you were fixing lights?”
Jimin pulls away to pout once again and Jungkook snickers at his petulance. Jimin thinks that this is it, he’s just going to sit here all night and get teased by his bratty boyfriend, but Jungkook leans in and whispers in his ear, halting that train of thought.
“You think you can take my cock right here, baby? Just like this?”
Jimin lets out a soft gasp at the proposal, his dick twitching at the idea. He wastes no time in nodding eagerly, already fumbling with the hem of Jungkook’s sweats.
“Eager.” Jungkook chuckles, watching him with rapt interest as Jimin’s small hands pull out his length, giving it a few tugs. He bites his lower lip, then says in a louder speaking voice, “Nah, you’re just eager to point fingers at me all of a sudden.”
Jungkook uses the lube that had transferred onto his own hand to prepare his cock, hissing slightly at the sensation. When Jimin deems it ready, he takes him into his hands and sits up a bit more on his knees, blindly aligning it with his hole before slowly sinking down on the length.
Jungkook stifles a groan, holding onto the older’s hips to steady him while Jimin bites into the side of his hand to keep quiet. Fucking finally. This is what he’s been waiting for for weeks now. He could almost cry. Can anyone blame him for wasting no time in moving on Jungkook’s lap, not bothering to wait for either of them to adjust?
“Okay,” Jungkook’s fingers dig into Jimin’s hips, presumably in an attempt to slow him down, but Jimin carries on with his pace. “We just need a double kill to win.”
Jimin honestly has no idea how Jungkook still manages to sound so collected while his dick is currently plunging deep inside of him. It frustrates him because it’s yet another thing that the younger is good at, the fucking ace. Also, it almost suggests that Jimin isn’t doing enough to break him. In any other circumstance, he wouldn’t hesitate to up the ante, but he didn’t want to risk both of them getting caught and putting Jungkook’s image and career at risk. He just really wants to get both of them off, it's been too long. And anyways, with the way Jungkook is breathing almost raggedly and the sweat collecting on his brow, he can visibly see how much of a hard time he’s having at containing himself.
Jimin is a lot worse for wear. Between the two of them, he’s definitely very, very, vocal in the bedroom. So this poses a real challenge, but nothing is stopping him from chasing the pleasure as he continues to bounce on his lap, trying to make as minimal noise as possible and occasionally alternating to slow, sensual grinds that force the both of them to bite their tongues.
“F-fuck, where the hell is he?” He hears Jungkook mutter beside him. Then, much softer, “God, Jimin, you feel so fucking good.”
“K-Kookie…” Jimin whimpers, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. He shivers when Jungkook places his lips on his neck. “Please…”
Despite his efforts, it’s still not enough. He’s practically edging himself here. He needs Jungkook to let go and give in. He can already feel his dancer thighs straining from the exertion.
Jungkook leans back for a moment, eyes raking across Jimin’s body. Suddenly, he takes the hem of his shirt and lifts it up to Jimin’s mouth, exposing his entire lower half. Jimin follows the wordless command, biting into the fabric and trying his best to maintain the pace.
Jungkook stares up at him in what can only be described as pure awe and carnal lust. He reaches his hand out, trailing it down the taut muscle of Jimin’s abdomen. “Fuck, you’re so sexy, babe.”
Jimin whimpers slightly at the praise, lifting his hand up to run it through his blonde hair. The action must trigger something within the younger, because his eyes widen and the restraint behind them snaps.
“Fuck it.” Jungkook leans in again to reach for his keyboard and mouse. He hears aggressive clicking in the background, then Jungkook is taking off his headphones and hanging them around his neck. Jimin lets the shirt fall from his mouth in time for Jungkook to pull him forward with a hand on his nape, devouring his lips.
There are hands roughly gripping his waist and before he knows it, Jungkook is ramming into him, lifting Jimin’s hips up and down in tandem with his own thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating throughout the dark room.
“J-Jungkook, the stream—“
“Turned off the mic,” Jungkook mumbles against his lips, and Jimin almost cries out in relief, but instead he releases a sharp moan.
Through the red and black headphones, Jimin can hear a tinny voice shout, “JK, you literally killed right in front of me!” But Jungkook pays it no mind in favor of sucking a dark bruise on the side of Jimin’s neck, hands holding onto his hips hard enough to leave a mark.
“JK, you’re muted. Defend yourself.”
“Oh, shit,” Jimin tucks his face against Jungkook’s neck, letting him take the reins.
Jungkook grunts, securing his hands on the underside of Jimin’s thighs. Suddenly, Jimin lets out a squeak when he picks him up and stands, holding the smaller in his arms for a moment before placing him on the desk by his setup, continuing to thrust in at a brutal pace.
Jimin leans back on the little space provided, careful not to knock into any of the expensive equipment behind him. The sturdy table shakes ever so slightly from the vigorous movement, and Jimin briefly thinks that Jungkook is absolutely insane for risking any of his precious technology like this, but the thought is fleeting because the tension continues to build and coil within him.
“J-Jungkook, I’m—“ Jimin pants, unable to form a coherent sentence, or thought, for that matter. His mouth hangs open, and Jungkook swoops down and captures his lips in a messy kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything.
“Close,” Jungkook rasps against his lips, their breaths mingling together.
“C-come inside me, please,” Jimin cries, circling his arms around the younger’s neck and pulling him back for a kiss.
After a few more thrusts, Jimin’s toes curl in his socks and he’s spilling ropes of come across his shirt with a long, drawn out moan.
It doesn’t take long for Jungkook’s hips to stutter before he’s filling him up with his warm release, Jimin relishing the familiar and euphoric feeling.
They both take a moment to catch their breaths. Then, Jimin says airily, “I can't believe we just did that.”
“You started it,” Jungkook retorts, slowly pulling out and causing Jimin to wince at the sensitivity. He tucks himself back into his sweats and says, “Wearing my shirt, touching yourself while looking hot as fuck on my bed. What was that about, huh?”
“I didn’t expect you to ask me to ride you in the middle of a livestream!” Jimin says as he sits up straight on the table, legs dangling.
Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit.” He turns back to the computer and slips his headphones back on, clicking some things on the screen before speaking up. “Uh, sorry about that guys. I had to do something.”
Jimin can’t hear what his friends are saying, but it must have been embarrassing with the way Jungkook’s doe eyes widen to the size of saucers and how he starts sputtering some jumbled up reply.
“W-what do you mean? That’s not—what? I didn’t—Okay! Okay, whatever. I have to call it a night. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Thank you everyone for watching, subscribing, and for all your generous donations. It means a lot. I’ll be uploading the full stream to my chan—uh, actually, I’ll be back with more gaming videos soon. Thank you, bye!”
Jimin stares at him as he takes off his headphones and shuts down his PC. “What‘d they say?”
“Nothing! Nothing.” Jungkook says too quickly to be genuine. Jimin eyes him curiously before he adds, “Are you feeling okay? Do you wanna take a bath?”
The idea of him in a tub full of bubbles with Jungkook is enough to make him giddy with excitement again. “Yes, please!”
Jungkook nods, smiling at the older’s cute response. Jimin reaches out with grabby hands. “Carry me.”
Jungkook obliges easily, hoisting him up with his hands underneath his thighs, Jimin holding onto his shoulders. As they make their way to the bathroom, Jimin asks, “Can we play a bit of Animal Crossing before bed? I think Celeste is visiting tonight and I need more star fragments.”
Jungkook snickers. “You’re a star fragment.” He gets a playful swat on the shoulder for his lame joke. “But of course, baby. I might need help fixing up my island. It’s definitely infested with weeds by now.”
“Oh, we can’t have that. Banana Bun Haven is a five star resort and must live up to that rating.”
“Can’t believe you chose that name.” Jungkook sighs fondly, placing Jimin down on the counter next to the sink.
“Okay, but did you have any better ideas?” Jimin questions challengingly. “And don’t even say Seagull City. I swear.”
Jungkook chuckles, dropping a few sweet kisses on Jimin’s soft lips before stepping up to the bathtub and running the water. “Fine, you’re right. By the way, my viewers keep asking me nonstop for a tour of your island. Would you be okay with that?”
Jimin’s eyes sparkle at the request. “Sure! The Kingdom of Mochimchim is always open and welcome to visitors.”
From where he’s sitting, he can see the way Jungkook’s cheeks bunch up from the grin he’s sporting. He watches as the younger pours the peach scented bubble bath soap into the steadily rising water. “Such great hospitality.” Jimin giggles. “Okay, prince, it’s ready.”
“Coming!”