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this is rock bottom.

It has to be. He’s always downplayed his crush on jimin as just them being really good friends. Even when he had a series of wet dreams involving Jimin’s lips he’s pushed it away, brushed it off. Namjoon had said before that Jimin is sexy regardless if you’re straight or not.

And he sure hold onto that tightly.

Having trouble resisting Jimin was normal because as Namjoon said, it doesn’t matter if you’re straight or not, he does that to you.

Thinking about how Jimin’s waist feels in his hands is normal, because it’s Jimin. And Jimin rewrites what is and isn’t possible to like in a man.

Jungkook had believed it. That it was normal. Taehyung had told him about how Jimin made him feel flustered sometimes, even Hoseok had said something similar. There’s a thing called the Jimin effect that’s been going around for years. So he’s always brushed it off as just that.

No matter how vulgar his thoughts became, it was all the Jimin effect. Being so close to him, being so tight with him, no wonder he feels those things. That’s what he thought, initially.

But no. He can’t brush it off now. This is not the Jimin effect, this is just horny.

And so incredibly embarrassing.

He swallows as he rewinds the clip after the concert. He thought he’d have fun watching back, seeing how everything had looked on the big screen, but no.

Airplane pt. 2

He hadn’t even noticed.

The way Jimin moves his hips, rolls them like that, spanks the imaginary ass with that smile on his face. That’s why it’s even more embarrassing. Jimin is just laughing, joking around on stage, making Hoseok laugh. It’s absolutely not supposed to be hot.

Yet, Jungkook’s eyes are locked on how Jimin does that, how smooth his body rolls, how hard he flicks his hand.

He can’t stop watching it, over and over. He wonders how it feels. Blood rushes to his cheeks. He tells himself it’s normal, it’s normal to wonder.

No it’s not. It’s not normal. He’s been Jimin’s friend and band member for 9 years now and it’s not normal. It’s not okay.

The same part of the song repeats itself like a broken record and he doesn’t blink even once.

He wonders how it feels.. how it feels to have Jimin taking him so casually, maybe right here, right on his bed. He wants to bend over for him, let him roll his hips against him just like that, let him slap his ass just like that.

He knows Jimin is joking around but he looks so effortlessly good at it. He looks so effortlessly good at fucking.

It wouldn’t surprise him.

The intense control Jimin has over his body would make him good at many things, as well as being flexible, and god.. he sounds good too.

Yeah, this is rock bottom.

This is unforgivable. He is absolutely going to hell.

It’s not an innocent: I want to make Jimin smile because he’s pretty and I like his laugh the most

It’s not even a mildly gay: wonder what his soft lips feel like against my own

It’s not a pretty gay: I could suck his cock as a homie..

This is just a full on, I want him to fuck me.

It’s not exaggerated, it’s not just a fantasy, he really, truly wants Jimin to fuck him doggystyle and leave him breathless. He wants to know what it’s like, wants to have Jimin for himself for a night and feel him.

Sometimes he thinks it’s just a trick his mind is playing on him, because it’s the aftermath of the concert, so much dopamine and adrenaline still in his body, and he’s always thought Jimin is attractive.

But this..

His throat runs dry as he looks at the video for probably the 100th time.

This is complete and utter defeat.

But how do you go about it?

He can’t just go up to Jimin and ask him to fuck him. They’ve never crossed a line from friendship to lovers-

Wait..

The memory of Jimin’s lips on his neck.. the way he’d bitten him and left a mark. It’s vague because damn, he was drunk, but he had still felt that slight electric shock.. and even though he was drunk, he remembers clearly how Jimin’s lips felt against his skin.

But.. that’s just one-sided. That feeling.

Jimin thought it was funny and hilarious and was so proud of the mark, but it didn’t mean anything else.. right?

Still, if Jimin is willing to take things up a notch after drinking.. maybe he should ask him for a drink. Maybe then Jungkook would dare to bring it up, and maybe Jimin would be willing to cross the line a little more.

So he invites Jimin for a drink at his place. Very carefully so Jimin doesn’t bring anyone along, he just wants it to be the both of them tonight. It’s like any other night really.

Except he is going to ask Jimin if he can fuck him.

Jimin is drinking at his normal pace. Which is fast. He drinks fast and he holds his liquor pretty well. Jungkook keeps up with him, and for the most part it’s just a normal evening. Jimin talks a lot, and Jungkook makes Jimin laugh every chance he gets.

At some point he wants to chicken out. It’s too weird to ask, it’s going to make things awkward between them, it will just fuck up their friendship.

But he has a buttplug up his ass and he’s been through some tough preparation to make himself all ready to take Jimin’s cock so he doesn’t want to give up without a try.

Jimin doesn’t notice how touchy he is, and he’s not sure if he’s this usually touchy and never notices it himself, or if Jimin just doesn’t mind it. Either way, he slaps Jimin’s thigh, brushes his hair out of his face, plays with his hand, tries to get closer.

Jimin gets touchy in return. His cheeks are rosy from alcohol and he’s smiling so much that his eyes look like crescent moons half the time.

But it’s not quite escalating, so Jungkook has to take it up a notch.

He stands up then, pulls Jimin by his wrist to stand up as well. Jimin doesn’t mind, always complies so easily to whatever he does or wants when he’s drunk.

And then he lifts Jimin bridal style, just like he did that one time. And he grins at him before he starts spinning him around.

“No Jungkook- stop! Not again! Jungkook-ah!”

Jimin laughs, slapping his chest to make him put him down. Jungkook keeps spinning them, trying to keep his balance. Jimin is so easy to carry.

“Stop! I’m nauseous, stop!”

He doesn’t stop.

And then Jimin bites him again, like last time. He bites him right at the same spot too, a little harder, and it hurts slightly. But just like last time, he doesn’t put Jimin down so easily. He lets Jimin suck on that spot, lets him bite it afterwards.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but Jungkook feels heat rush through his veins, making his fingers tingle.

He moans softly, stops spinning them around. Jimin doesn’t even notice. And that’s a good sign. Now there’s really no excuse for Jimin to be sucking a hickey onto his skin.

He slowly walks them towards his room, feels his heartbeat pounding, thumping against his chest. Because it could end so badly. This whole thing could end so badly.

He’s not sure how Jimin is going to take it. He’s not sure what to even do right now. He’s still got him in his arms, standing in his bedroom a little lost while Jimin is sucking a mark on his neck.

He stumbles towards his bed then, thinks that’s the best place to put Jimin down. God, he’s drunk. Jimin is too, by the looks of it. When he puts him down, he looks all dazed.

“I didn’t even notice you walked us here.”

Jimin laughs, sitting up and brushing his hair back as he looks around the room.

Fuck, he’s so unaware. Jungkook bites nervously on his lower lip as he watches Jimin stand up and walk over to his boxing gear. Jimin is chuckling to himself as he grabs the pads and holds them out for Jungkook to punch.

He is so pretty, so pretty while he smiles and giggles, and Jungkook doesn’t want to ask. He doesn’t want to. It’s going to ruin this friendship.

So he plays along, hits the pads a few times while Jimin moves them in the opposite direction just to make him miss.

This friendship is too special to him. He can’t risk it.

“Oh..”

Jimin drops the pads, walks close and presses his finger right on the spot he left a mark.

“Oh it’s really big..”

He laughs. He covers his mouth as he rubs over it so proudly.

Jungkook’s breath hitches. His cheeks burn up as he tilts his head just a little to give Jimin more access. He knows Jimin’s preferences, knows what he reads, what he’s told him. He knows Jimin likes to leave marks on his sex partners.

There’s that glassy look in Jimin’s eyes that he recognises from another time. That one time on set where his wrists were tied up for ON, and Jimin had helped him tie the rope so effortlessly, a look in his eyes just like this one.

He knows Jimin is a switch, and he knows now what it looks like when Jimin gets intrusive dominant thoughts. He can see it now.

“Yeah?”

He asks. His voice comes out shaky, he’s so nervous. He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again. there’s so many options, so many things he could ask. Deep down he feels guilty, so guilty, so bad. He can’t ask Jimin this, can’t compromise their friendship.

“I- I like.. I like how it feels.”

He says hesitantly. It feels so heavy on his tongue.

Jimin blinks once, twice.

“The- the.. when you bite me- I like it.”

He explains, feeling so ashamed, so embarrassed.

Jimin stays silent.

Fuck. This is weird. This is not good. He feels his cheeks turn pink within seconds while Jimin just blankly stares at him, and he decides to blow it off. It’s not worth it.

He pushes Jimin’s hand off of his neck and huffs, like he always does. Pushing Jimin away is easy, it’s what Jimin expects him to do. It’s how their friendship works. It makes Jimin laugh, his sly smile returning as he tries to come closer.

Because when Jungkook pulls away and says he doesn’t like it, Jimin loves to press.

“You like it when I bite?”

“It’s not like that- I just- it’s not like that.”

It’s exactly like that.

For some reason, Jimin likes it more like this, finds it more comfortable if he just acts like he usually does.

“Then what? You like the marks?”

Jimin asks, grinning as he tries to come closer. Jungkook pretends like he hates it, pretends like he doesn’t want Jimin this close.

“No.”

He lies, smoothly manoeuvring them to his bed again. Jimin takes the bait this time, pushes him on it as he tries to get the upper hand. Jungkook pretends he’s too drunk to hold him back.

Jimin loves to win, so it’s fine.

“Then what?”

Jimin asks again, grinning when he’s got Jungkook by his wrists, all pinned down. Realistically, Jungkook would never had let Jimin win, but tonight is different.

“Forget it.”

He says, pretending to struggle while Jimin holds him, or is he pretending? Jimin is actually pretty strong. Even though his hands are small, the grip strength is impressive.

When Jimin leans down he feels nerves surging through his body. He pretends to struggle, hears Jimin chuckle as he presses his lips to the other side of his neck.

“Hyung don’t-“

He turns his head, pretends to lean away while he gives Jimin more access. And Jimin loves it, giggling as he bites his neck, makes another hickey. Because it’s still just a game to him, it’s just funny, hilarious.

Jungkook closes his eyes, struggles until he can’t pretend that he doesn’t like it any longer. Because Jimin’s lips feel so soft against his neck, when he bites it hurts in just the right way.

As he gradually stops struggling, Jimin stops giggling, and the room goes silent but for Jungkook’s soft moans and pants, Jimin’s sharp intakes of breath.

Whatever was so funny about the situation, it seems to dawn on Jimin that it isn’t, that it’s not making Jungkook laugh. He can sense it in the silence, in Jimin’s shallow breaths, he’s having a proper oh moment. Even more so when his cock twitches against Jimin’s hip.

Jimin laughs breathily, nervously, leans back a little to look at him.

“I.. made ‘nother mark.”

He drawls, words slurring together a little.

Jungkook watches him with lust-glazed eyes, blush prominent on his cheeks, but he doesn’t say anything.

“We’re- we’re really drunk.”

Jimin laughs, and it’s so obvious he’s trying to make Jungkook say something, to make him break this moment.

He doesn’t want to.

“Don’t stop.”

He says softly. It’s so genuine, and it catches Jimin off guard. His smile slowly disappears, lips opened in shock as he scans over his face.

“I.. I like it when you leave marks on me.”

Jungkook whispers, hoping he’s pressing the right buttons. Hoping it does something to Jimin, that it flicks that switch, that dominant switch that he has.

It does. He sees Jimin’s eyes glaze over, sees how he clenches his jaw shut, how his eyes move over his body a few times. Then he snaps out of it.

“Jungkookie.. let’s stop joking around.”

He says, letting his wrists go and brushing his hair back. He’s nervous.

Jungkook is in dilemma if he should laugh it off, if he should pretend it was a joke too. But he’s got Jimin this far. He’s got him right on top of him on his bed.

He sits up then, flips them over so Jimin is on his back instead.

“I can give you one too.”

He whispers, crawling between Jimin’s legs as he pins him down as well. Because Jimin can deal with this, can deal with payback.

“Everyone’s gonna see it-“

Jimin protests lightly, but Jungkook buries his face in his pretty neck and shuts him up. He feels his heart beat in overdrive as he kisses Jimin’s neck for the first time. His skin is soft, and he smells really good.

“Why are you always sniffing.”

“Sorry.”

Is he though.

He licks his lips in anticipation as he kisses Jimin’s neck. He knows he’s not supposed to take his time with it, knows that he’s just supposed to leave a mark for shits and giggles, but he’s too drunk and too horny.

He kisses his neck slowly, opens his lips, breathes out hot breath against his skin.

Jimin squirms underneath him.

“Yah- don’t you know how to leave a mark?”

He asks, half-joking, half-serious.

Jungkook can’t really reply. Jimin’s skin feels so soft against his lips. It’s a whole new feeling he’s experiencing. He dares to dart his tongue out, licking over the vein of his neck.

“Ah.”

He sounds so good.

Jimin frees his hands from his grip, clutching his shoulders tightly. He’s breathing in and out deeply, sounding like he’s losing himself a little. Jungkook wants him just like that. He licks over that spot again, then gently sucks on it, taking his sweet time.

“Mmh.“

Jimin moans softly, squeezing Jungkook’s shoulders tightly as if he wants to push him away or pull him closer. He doesn’t do either.

Jungkook bites him then, just as gently, loving how tender the skin feels.

“That’s- that’s enough.”

Jimin says a little breathless, patting his shoulders to indicate he needs to get off of him.

“I- I didn’t leave a proper mark yet.”

He argues.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Jimin clicks his tongue, but bares his neck. Jungkook licks over the skin again, enjoys the way Jimin holds back a moan. He sucks a little harder on the skin, bites a little harder too. It makes Jimin pant and moan softly underneath him, body writhing against his.

Jimin is turned on, he can tell. Jimin likes it just as much, the way bares his neck a telltale sign of asking for more.

It’s not uncommon for them to get a little touchy. They’re both touch-starved and horny, unable to find much release with their lifestyle. But they’ve never gone this far. It’s always been sweet caresses, snuggling up in bed, gentle massages, sweet hugs.

Never quite this far.

Jungkook licks over Jimin’s Adam’s apple, admires how beautiful his neck is.

“Fuck.”

Yeah, fuck. He can barely hide his boner pressing against Jimin’s thigh. He wants to buck his hips but he’s trying to ease Jimin into it.

So he just keeps sucking marks on Jimin’s neck, a little higher each time, reaching underneath his jaw.

“Jungkook-ah, you- you left a mark. We should get back to the living room.”

Jimin tries to gently push him off by his shoulders, but Jungkook doesn’t want to stop. He’s this close to having Jimin all for himself, can’t give up now.

“Jimin-ah..”

“Mm?”

“I- I haven’t left a proper one yet. They’re too small.”

He drawls, dragging his nose over the trail of tiny marks he’s made over his neck. It feels so good to be this close. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt someone this close, can’t remember the last time he’s touched someone like this.

Jimin squirms underneath him, but doesn’t try to get away. He’s just as touch-starved, Jungkook can tell. If Jimin really didn’t want this he’d be making better excuses, but he’s panting softly underneath him, hands leaving his shoulders to run over his back.

So turned on.

Exactly where Jungkook wants him.

“Okay- okay then just.. get on with it.”

Jungkook nods, buries his face in Jimin’s neck again.

He does not get on with it at all. Takes his time to plant openmouthed kisses on his neck, tasting him as much as possible. If Jimin will push him off after this, he wants to have had everything, tasted everything.

“Jungkook-“

“Mmh.”

“Fuck I’m so drunk- Jungkook-“

Jimin curses, writhing underneath him, hands running up and down his back like he can’t hold his desire. When Jungkook bites him right above his collarbone, Jimin gasps, hips bucking up once against his thigh.

“Ah.”

Oh yeah, Jimin is slipping. He’s slipping.

Jungkook’s body runs hot. Knows that he has to take it up a notch now, has to drive Jimin insane. So he rides Jimin’s shirt up a little, sneaks his hand underneath it to feel up his waist while he sucks a mark onto his skin.

“Oh fuck. Jungkook-“

Jimin leans into the touch, arches his back off the bed to feel his hand around his waist.

Just a little further. A little more.

He presses his thigh against Jimin’s crotch, feels how hard Jimin’s cock is.

“Ahh-“

Jimin moans right against his ear. The sound sends an electric shock down his spine, and all he can think about is how much he wants to hear that on repeat.

“Hyung-“

“I’m sorry.”

Jimin pants, bucking his hips up against his thigh, turning his head to give Jungkook more access.

Fuck. Fuck, Jimin is riding his thigh.

He moans against Jimin’s neck, licks over the vein, then bites right underneath his ear.

“Sorry for what?”

It’s so pretty to see Jimin fall apart. The way he turns his head, face all red, panting because it feels so good. Jungkook wants it all for himself, wants to have him so bad.

“I- I want more.”

Jimin pants, ashamed.

“I want sex.”

Fuck.

Jungkook freezes for a second, looks at Jimin with blown pupils, cock twitching against his thigh. That’s got to be the hottest thing he’s ever heard Jimin say.

“I’m sorry- I- I’m- I want to have you.”

Jimin bucks his hips up again, runs his hands over his back and tries to pull him closer, and Jungkook’s mouth waters. He nods, can’t even properly speak, rolls his hips down as well, grinds against Jimin’s thigh.

He can’t hold back anymore, presses kisses up from Jimin’s neck, along his jawline, working his way towards his lips.

The closer he gets, the more Jimin’s breathing picks up. Like he knows it’s coming, he knows, but he doesn’t stop him.

He’s nervous out of his mind when he hovers above Jimin, breathing out so softly against his lips. He waits there, softly nudging Jimin’s nose with his own.

Jimin’s eyes are closed, but Jungkook can see him struggle, can see him try to rationalise the situation just by the creases between his eyebrows.

“Jiminie-hyung..”

“Mm..”

Jungkook feels heat lick at his face as his eyes zero on Jimin’s lips. He’s never had the pleasure of tasting them, but they’ve been a part of many.. many fantasies and wet dreams.

He looks at them like a man starving, feels gravity pull him closer.

He kisses Jimin then, pecks his lips once, so softly. There’s no turning back now. He’s already done it. He’s already crossed the line.

“J-Jimin-“

Before he can talk more, Jimin’s hand tangles in his hair and he’s pulled into a bruising kiss.

“Mmh.”

He moans into it, feels lust surging through his body as Jimin’s pretty lips finally capture his own between them. So soft, and so hot, Jimin’s lips feel feverish, makes him melt all over him. He tastes like alcohol, like sweet alcohol, Jungkook wants to drink it all up.

“Fuck- Jungkook.”

Jimin curses in between, opening his mouth to let their tongues meet. The inside of his mouth is even hotter, probably from the alcohol, he’s already addicted. And Jimin is so fucking good at it too, slides his tongue against his own in a way that makes Jungkook’s eyes roll back.

“Fuck. We’re.. we’re so drunk.”

Jimin pants when he breaks the kiss, realisation hitting him.

“Does it matter?”

He asks. Because he wants Jimin, sober or drunk.

“Maybe.. maybe it’s not a good idea.”

Fuck.

Jungkook feels guilt swallow him whole when he sees the genuine worry on Jimin’s face. But he doesn’t want to stop. Everything feels so right, and Jimin’s body feels so good against his own. They slot together perfectly, would probably feel even better all dressed out.

“You.. you can pretend you don’t remember in the morning.”

He whispers, tugging Jimin closer by his collar to kiss him again. It’s not like jimin objects at all, melting into the kiss so easily, moaning so sweetly as he licks over his bottom lip. Jimin is so drunk that his body is burning up, so drunk that he can’t remember he said it was a bad idea.

Jungkook is also drunk but not drunk enough to not hear his guilty conscience telling him to stop. So he kisses Jimin harder, tries to silence it.

“Mmh.”

Everything feels so good. Jimin’s waist in his hands. The way Jimin’s lips move against his own. The way their bodies brush against each other, wanting to melt together.

Jungkook sighs longingly into the kiss, tugs on Jimin’s shirt, lifts it up a little to expose his skin. He slides his hand underneath it, touches him greedily, burning everything with his fingertips.

“Jungkook-ah.”

“Yeah?”

He breathes against his lips, moving his hand up slowly. Jimin’s eyes are closed, lips slightly parted while he breathes in and out.

“Good?”

He whispers. Jimin nods in return. So he touches more, rubs his hand up and down over Jimin’s abs, up to his chest, touching his nipple.

“Ah.”

Jimin’s eyes open slightly. Jungkook catches his gaze, finds him begging for more.

“Take it off.”

He orders, tugging on Jimin’s shirt.

“Off.”

Jimin complies, struggles out of his shirt and drops it on the floor. He brushes his hair back, doesn’t know how fucking gorgeous he looks. Maybe he does. Looking at how Jimin lets his eyelids drop a little, Jungkook thinks he definitely knows. And he’s using it.

“You take it off too.”

Jimin commands, tugging on his shirt the same way. Jungkook takes his shirt off as well, then pulls Jimin closer by his hip. He lets his eyes roam all over Jimin’s torso, finds that in his drunk state he can’t keep his hands off of him.

Sure, he’s always loved the way Jimin looked, in a more bro type of way. Noticing his muscle gains, appreciating it from that perspective. Now, he sees it differently. it feels so good to touch, the nevermind tattoo inked into his rib looks fucking hot all of sudden.

He’s never been with a man. He knows Jimin hasn’t either, so it’s quite an experience to suddenly look at each other like that. He’s sure Jimin is experiencing the same thing when his eyes are traveling over his chest.

It’s different.

They’ve seen each other without clothes so many times in their lives, and though Jungkook has had some questionable thoughts, it’s never been quite like this. He’s never felt the overwhelming urge to memorise each line on Jimin’s skin, kiss each birthmark, lick every letter of his tattoo.

Maybe it’s because he’s drunk. Or maybe it’s always been there and now he just has an excuse.

Unapologetically, he climbs on top of Jimin, roams his hands over his body.

It’s so silent in the room. Jimin looks at him with blown pupils, lets him touch him however he wants. There’s no comments, no giggling, no warnings.

When he leans down to kiss Jimin’s neck, Jimin tangles his hands in his hair and pulls him down. He pulls him lower. Jungkook feels the tips of his ears burn as he slowly kisses over Jimin’s collarbones.

Jimin keeps pulling his hair, making him kiss down over his body. He can feel him arching into it, with every soft kiss he presses against Jimin’s chest, over his tattoo, Jimin arches into it while gasping so sweetly.

But he keeps pulling him lower, and Jungkook knows where it’s going, knows where he’s heading. he acts clueless when he kisses over Jimin’s abs, down, down to his navel, to his v-line.

Jimin pulls his hair harder now, moaning so prettily with every kiss he receives. He sounds so desperate when he arches his hips up, so desperate when he pulls his hair even harder.

Fuck.

Jungkook casts his gaze up, sees Jimin bite his lip, head tilted back in pleasure. He shivers when he looks down, can see the outline of Jimin’s hard cock pressing against his jeans.

Fuck. They’re really doing this.

Fuck.

His ears are burning when he presses a few kisses over the fabric.

“Ah fuck.”

Jimin fists his hands in his hair tightly, keeps him right there, right where he wants him to be.

It’s so new. Jungkook feels all these nerves when he kisses over Jimin’s cock over the fabric. He’s never done this before, but it’s so hot. Jimin sounds so good, moans so prettily. He feels Jimin’s cock twitch against the fabric, and it makes his cheeks burn up. Because they’re really doing this. This is happening. This is actually happening.

He can tell Jimin is just as nervous. Just by the way he writhes against the mattress, holds back for him. because there’s still that barrier. That barrier of them being just friends, just colleagues.

So Jungkook breaks it for him, presses his face against Jimin’s crotch, rubs his cheek against his cock.

“Fuck.. jungkook-ah.”

Jimin bucks his hips up then, against his face, and Jungkook feels his mouth water when he thinks about it.

“Hyung-“

“Sorry-“

“I want it.”

He pants softly, hands searching for the waistband of Jimin’s pants.

“Oh- oh. You- do you want to-“

“Yes.”

He’s in a rush, trying to undo Jimin’s button and zipper but he can’t do it fast enough and it annoys him because it needs to be off now.

He needs to suck Jimin off now.

“Let me.”

Jimin bats his hands away in just as much of a hurry, undoes his button and zipper within a second and then kicks off his pants. When he tugs on Jimin’s boxers, Jimin stops him for a second, sitting up a little panicked.

“Jungkook-ah.. we’re- we’re..”

He looks up, finds Jimin all flushed and out of breath. He looks so pretty, his dark hair falling over his forehead messily.

And Jungkook understands this is terrifying. They have almost no secrets from each other, almost none. Except this. Except pleasure, the only thing they keep to themselves. It’s a scary barrier to break, not knowing the consequences. But he’s too drunk to think about that clearly.

As Jimin falls quiet, he gently tugs on the waistband again. And when Jimin doesn’t object, he slowly takes them off, leaving him completely naked.

“This- this is- this can’t be happening..”

Jimin whispers, but Jungkook is already too focused on how pretty Jimin’s cock looks fully hard. He’s never seen it like this before, and fuck, he’s definitely a grower. It’s all flushed, the head a soft pink, just like his lips.

“You’re- you’re so pretty hyung.”

He whispers, a little blush on his cheeks as he checks him out. He leans down slowly, mouth watering as he comes closer to his cock, eyelids slowly falling shut. Just when he’s about to kiss the head, Jimin’s hand fists into his hair again, keeps him there.

“A-are you sure?”

He blinks his eyes open, finds Jimin’s eyes and nods.

When he leans down this time, Jimin doesn’t hold him back. He presses a soft kiss against the head, feels it twitch against his lips.

Fuck.

He doesn’t know how to suck cock. He’s got absolutely no clue. He’s had many blowjobs but it’s not like that makes him experienced at giving head.

And he wants to be good at it.

He starts slowly, getting used to what it feels like, kissing Jimin’s cock. He wraps one of his hands around the base, squeezes it softly in his hand. It’s thick.. probably more so than his own cock.

Why does that turn him on

Jimin moans softly. Jungkook can hear how he holds his breath, knows he’s watching him. It’s nervewracking, he’s got no clue what he’s doing, if it even feels good. He just tries to focus on what he thinks feels good when he gets blown.

He feels a bit embarrassed when he licks over the length of Jimin’s cock, but it dissipates when he hears Jimin’s breath hitch. That’s good, that’s a good sign. He keeps doing it, liking how it tastes on his tongue, especially near the head of his cock.

God, he didn’t think he’d like the taste of cock.

Jimin moans so softly every now and then, the sounds send shivers down his spine. then Jimin tangles both hands into his hair, keeps him in place.

He strokes Jimin’s length once, watches how it makes his stomach muscles clench, how his chest flushes a little red.

“So pretty..”

He breathes out, before pressing an openmouthed kiss on the head of Jimin’s cock.

“F-fuck.”

Jimin fists his hair a little harder, moves his hips up against his face. Jungkook swallows thickly, looks at how wet the head of Jimin’s cock is. Fuck. It must feel so good when it pushes inside.. so soft.

“Mmh.”

He wants to lick over Jimin’s cock again, but Jimin pulls him a bit lower by his hair. It’s very subtle, but he notices. So he kisses down the length, let’s Jimin guide him where he wants. Jimin stops pulling when he is breathing out softly against his balls.

Oh.

He feels his cheeks burn up, doesn’t know why. It’s not a big deal, he’s sucking Jimin off, he should pay attention to his balls as well. But fuck, it’s just.. it’s his balls.

“I’m sorry. You- you don’t have to..”

Jimin whispers a little breathless. He tries to pull him back up by his hair but Jungkook shakes his head. He wants to get fucked doggystyle by this man, the least he can do is play with his balls.

He kisses one of them, blushing furiously. The skin is soft, it’s nice, shaved, pretty. He tries to get over his shyness, kisses both Jimin’s balls softly.

“A-ah.. fuck..”

Jimin’s moans get a little louder, a little more uncontrolled. His hands fist his hair tightly, hips bucking up against his face.

Fuck.

He feels Jimin’s desperation, and it makes his whole body burn up with lust. He moans then, rolling his hips down against the mattress, licking over Jimin’s balls, sucking one of them into his mouth.

“Ah! Fuck.”

Jimin moans, bucking his hips up harder, getting more and more desperate. Jungkook feels his whole body tingle knowing he’s making Jimin feel this good. He sucks on the other one as well, tries to fit them both into his mouth but they’re quite big.

“Mmh. Fuck- so good. Feels so good.”

Jungkook’s ears ring with praise and he gently tugs on Jimin’s balls, just to hear him moan like that again.

“Jungkook-ah..”

The wet sound of getting off suddenly fills his ears, and when he opens his eyes he sees how Jimin is touching himself, hand curled around his length prettily.

He wants to make him feel even better.

“Wanna- wanna suck your cock.”

He moans softly.

“Fuck.”

Jimin pulls on his hair, guides him back up. Jungkook catches his gaze once, sees how Jimin’s eyes are glazed over with lust before he feels the head of his cock push past his lips.

“Mmh.”

He bats Jimin’s hand away so he can hold his cock instead, then slowly starts to suck.

He tries not to think of the technique too much, just enjoys the way Jimin’s cock sinks into his mouth. It’s heavy on his tongue, fits almost all the way into his mouth, but for the last bit which he holds in his hand.

“Fuck.. Jungkook-ah..”

Jimin moans softly, caressing through his hair a little aimlessly, desperate.

So he starts to bob his head slowly, testing what it’s like, swallowing around Jimin’s cock. It’s so embarrassing, but so good at the same time. He’s fantasised about this a few times, but the real thing is much more overwhelming.

Luckily, Jimin lets him take his time. He doesn’t buck his hips up, doesn’t force him on it, just moans and pants so prettily for him.

He gets the hang of it after a minute, finds that Jimin likes it when he pops his lips off to suck on his balls instead while he strokes his length. Finds that he likes it when he keeps stroking the base of his cock while he sucks him into his mouth. Finds that he likes it when he twists his hand a little more around the head.

“A-ah..”

Jimin moans as he throws his head back into the pillow.

Jungkook wants more. He wants Jimin in his dominant headspace, wants him to stop caring so much about him. He just doesn’t know how to ask, how to turn him on like that.

So he tries it first.. tries to evoke some reaction when he makes himself gag around Jimin’s cock, but Jimin just caresses through his hair and asks if he’s alright.

Then he tries to tease a little, rubbing his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock, only breathing out hot air against his balls. But Jimin just writhes and moans and begs softly for him to get back to it.

Then he tries to show his submission, rubbing his cheek against Jimin’s cock, licking over his balls, staring up at him with his big innocent looking eyes.

He can see it, Jimin’s eyes darkening just a little bit, but he doesn’t do anything. He just watches him, bites his lower lip as he tries to get him to suck his cock.

Fuck. He has to ask.

“J-Jimin..”

“Yeah?”

He swallows thickly, feels those sharp eyes on him. He doesn’t dare looking him in the eyes.

“Fuck my mouth.”

Jimin blinks once, twice, looks as though he doesn’t understand him. And god, maybe he just completely fucked it up. He feels his cheeks burn bright red when he looks at Jimin.

“I- I- just- nothing.”

He shakes his head, waves his hand in dismissal and just tries to get back to what he was doing. It’s so quiet when he takes Jimin’s cock back into his mouth, so quiet that it makes him uncomfortable.

But he doesn’t want to look up into Jimin’s eyes, doesn’t want to be humiliated. So he just keeps sucking until he hears Jimin’s sharp intake of breath, feels his hand fisting his hair hard. He yelps when Jimin yanks it back, feels those burning eyes on him.

He doesn’t know what to expect. But he feels heat lick at his face when Jimin curls his hand around his cock and looks at his lips with blown pupils. His breath turns shallow in anticipation when Jimin taps the head of his cock against his lower lip.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Jimin holds him by his hair as he slaps his cock against his lips repeatedly, and Jungkook feels his cheeks burn up, cock twitching in pleasure.

“Fuck.. Jimin..”

“Kiss it.”

He strangles a moan when he kisses the head of Jimin’s cock. It’s not normal how bad he wants this. He can barely hold back from rutting against the mattress.

“That’s good, just like that.”

Jimin whispers, then sucks in a sharp breath, pushes the head of his cock into his mouth. Jungkook feels his head spin at the comment, sucks on it immediately, eyes falling closed in the process. It’s only a few seconds before Jimin pulls on his hair again, makes his cock slip out of his mouth.

Jungkook opens his eyes, watches Jimin touch himself.

“Keep watching.”

Jimin commands as he flicks his wrist, gets off in front of his face. Jungkook shivers as he watches the movement, hypnotised by how Jimin’s silver rings look, wonders what it feels like around his cock. Wonders what they would feel like inside of him..

He moans softly, mouth watering when he sees precum leaking from the head. He tries to head in and lick it, but Jimin holds him back by his hair, tutting and shaking his head.

“Be patient.”

Fuck.

“Hyung.”

He moans, feeling heat spread all through his body, sweat breaking out on his skin.

Jimin pulls him closer to his balls.

“If you want something in your mouth so bad..”

Jungkook nods frantically, kisses them immediately, blushing so hard because fuck. This is really happening. He’s really doing this. They’re finally doing this.

He kisses Jimin’s balls, licks over them a few times and feels his ears burn up because he likes it way more than he anticipated. The taste, the scent, all of it is making his body heat up.

“Didn’t think you’d like that so much..” Jimin pants, still touching himself. “Or are you just trying to be good for me?”

Jungkook’s breath hitches at the comment, and hips roll down without his consent, rutting against the mattress to find release.

“Fuck- hyung. Fuck my mouth.”

He pants, kissing up his length. Even when Jimin pulls his hair to go back down, he keeps trying to wrap his mouth around his cock.

“Please fuck my mouth.”

“Fuck. Alright fine-“

Jungkook mouth gets stuffed right after, without any warning. Jimin forces him by his hair to bob his head around his cock, hips thrusting up at the same time, making him gag on it.

“Mmh-“

This is what Jungkook wants, this is exactly what he wants. His eyes fall closed in bliss when Jimin forces him down on his cock, thrusts into his mouth relentlessly. His jaw slacks and he lets Jimin use him. Listens to him moan so prettily.

“Ah- Jungkook-ah.. so good for me.”

The sound of Jimin’s cock plunging into his mouth fills the room, and drool spills from his mouth over the shaft, making it easier to slide in and out. It’s a slippery mess.

“Fuck, at this rate I- I won’t last long-“

No.

Jungkook pops his lips off and looks up at Jimin, who’s trying to force his cock back into his mouth. As hot as it it, he really, really wants something else.

“Hyung-“

Jimin slaps the head of his cock against his mouth, impatient.

“Hyung I-“

“Yes?”

Jimin indulges, but still traces the head of his cock over his lips, eyes fixated on the motion, not listening at all. Jungkook darts his tongue out, eyes falling closed as tastes a little bit of precum dripping from the soft, warm cockhead.

“Fuck, you look hot.”

Jimin curses, trying to push his cock back into his mouth, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“I want- I want-“ He pants, trying to bring in past his lips, while Jimin is just pulling his hair, trying to get his lips back around him. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jimin stops in his tracks, and Jungkook feels his heartbeat in his throat.

He wonders if it’s too much. If it’s too far. Then again, they’re already halfway there. Jimin looks way too horny to turn down the opportunity. His cheeks and nose are red, eyes hazy, dark hair a mess. His chest is heaving with every breath he takes, and he looks at their positions, at the bed, like he’s calculating how exactly he wants him.

And then he nods.

“Yeah, fuck, okay.”

Jimin rolls them over in a hurry. Jungkook’s back hits the mattress, and he feels the buttplug push a little deeper inside, making him moan in surprise.

Jimin looks him up and down, blinking a few times.

Jeongguk feels blood rush up his face.

“I’m- I’m.. wearing a plug.”

He admits softly, seeing Jimin’s expression change from confused to something else; his eyes glaze over, and his lips part a little as he travels his eyes down his body.

“Show me.”

Jimin demands, sitting back on his knees.

Jungkook just lies there on his back, locked in by Jimin’s intense eyes as he strips himself of his pants and underwear and kicks them off.

He didn’t think Jimin would really care much for his bare body, but his eyes run over his cock with barely concealed lust, before he gives a slight nod, gesturing him to sit up.

Jungkook complies silently, loves that Jimin is in his dominant headspace, just commanding him around. And when he’s manhandled right after, forced on all fours, he can’t help but moan softly.

“Ass up.”

Jimin says, squeezing his hip.

Jungkook licks his lips and presses his face into the mattress willingly, presenting himself on a silver platter. Something about it makes him feel so.. slutty, for lack of better words.

He’s never felt the need to sprawl out like this, to flex all his muscles prettily while arching his back, to make sure the other is getting the best of his body. It’s just Jimin who makes him feel like this.

He hopes it isn’t freaking Jimin out, that he already planned for this to happen, that he orchestrated this beforehand, that he wants him to top.

But Jimin is just panting behind him, hand moving from his hip to his ass cheek, the other joining as well, spreading his cheeks.

“Fuck.. I can’t believe you’ve been wearing this. That’s so.. fucking hot.”

Jimin curses to himself, running a finger over the buttplug, pushing it in a little deeper.

Jungkook moans into the pillow, legs trembling in anticipation.

“Since when have you wanted this?”

Jimin asks, grabbing the end of the plug and shallowly thrusting it in and out.

Fuck.

Jungkook bites his lip, clutches the sheets in his hands as he feels the plug barely reach deep enough. It’s not like a dildo, it’s just there to stretch him open, yet Jimin is using it like this, teasing him with those shallow thrusts that just aren’t enough.

“Mmh- fuck.. saw videos of you.. made me horny.”

He pants, so far gone that he can’t find himself to be embarrassed about it. Jimin has always been incredibly hot, and Jungkook’s never been able to hide it well, how much he stares.

Jimin moans softly, and then pulls on the plug, trying to ease it out of him. Jungkook whimpers, feeling his hole clench, trying to keep the plug inside, but then it’s gone, and he feels empty without it.

“Yeah? Made you think about me fucking you?”

“Yeah..” Jeongguk nods into the pillow, feels his cock leak, knows he must be dripping onto the sheets. “You look good at it.”

“Mm..”

Jimin squeezes his ass in his small hands, spreading his cheeks, rubbing a thumb over his rim teasingly, and Jungkook bites back a whimper.

“You look good on all fours.”

Jimin says then, pressing the head of his cock against his rim, making Jungkook gasp.

It’s kind of electrifying, this feeling. No one else has ever seen him like this. No one is even as close to him as Jimin is. No former relationships or sex partners have known him as well as Jimin has.

The type of intimacy he feels when Jimin touches him, it’s on a whole other level.

He leans up on his forearms, looks over his shoulder to see Jimin look at him, like he’s thinking the same things. That eye contact that they sometimes have on stage, where something just clicks, he feels it now too. Any type of uncertainty about the situation dissipates.

“Tell me if you can’t take it.”

Jimin says, voice so sweet compared to the way he’s rubbing his cock over his rim, wet and dirty from all the lube Jungkook used before.

He goes slightly insane over the way Jimin teases his rim, panting, pushing back against it, arching his back in an alluring way, hoping Jimin will just give it to him already.

“Hyung.. can you, can you just-“

“Yeah, sorry. You just look so pretty.”

Jimin finally pushes the head of his cock inside, and Jungkook gasps, feels how eagerly he takes it in, needing to feel full again. Jimin sinks into him slowly, breathy moan leaving his lips as he pushes in inch by inch.

It sounds so hot, makes Jungkook’s body burn up.

When Jimin’s hips bump against his own, he stops breathing for a second, hole clenching around the length, mouth watering at the feeling.

“Fuck..” Jimin pants, his hands wrapping around Jungkook’s hips. “This what you wanted, hm?”

Jungkook moans at the question, a little ashamed that he’s been so desperate for this. But it’s all worth it because when Jimin rolls his hips, it’s the fucking best feeling in the world.

He knew Jimin would be fucking phenomenal at this. just one little roll of his hips and Jungkook can’t breathe.

“F-fuck hyung, again.”

Jimin chuckles softly, but complies as he slowly rolls his hips, cock pulling out and thrusting back in. Jungkook bites his lip to hold an embarrassing whimper, feeling the drag of Jimin’s thick cock inside of him.

“Oh my god- fuck.” Jungkook groans, cock twitching as he pushes back against Jimin greedily. “More.”

“Impatient.”

Jimin says, though he sounds endeared, as he starts to slowly build a pace.

It’s heaven, Jungkook is in heaven.

He just knew it, Jimin is so good at moving his hips, doing those insane body rolls. Jimin fucks him just like that, so smooth, making sure to let him feel every inch of his cock, pulling him in by his hips to go a little deeper right when Jungkook thinks he can’t take any more.

“Oh- oh fuck hyung.”

“Feeling good?”

Jungkook pants and nods, reaching his hand down between his legs to grab his aching cock, grant it some friction as he strokes himself to Jimin’s pace.

“You’re so- so good- fuck.”

He praises, knows Jimin likes that.

And Jimin just picks up the pace a little, making Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut in pure bliss. He doesn’t think sex has ever felt this good. Why are gay people gatekeeping this? Why did no one ever tell him it felt this good?

He gives into it completely, stroking his cock as he looks over his shoulder, making eye contact with Jimin.

Jimin seems on edge, face completely red, lips bitten red, a little swollen as he pants, his siren eyes so dark, so hazy, dark hair falling over his forehead, sticking to his temples. Jungkook moans at the sight, lets his eyes travel down to Jimin’s toned body, his nipples perked up a little, nevermind tattoo right underneath it.

When he travels his eyes back up, Jimin is smirking at him a little, and that look is just so fucking hot, it has Jungkook blushing up to his ears.

“You’re a bit red, Jungkook-ah.”

Jimin teases, squeezing his hips, fucking him harder.

Jungkook’s jaw drops at the sudden pace, and he has a tough time keeping eye contact.

“S-so are you.”

He bites back, trying to stand his ground.

“Yeah? I feel like you’re gonna come first.”

Jimin says, like it’s a challenge.

Jungkook accepts it without second thought.

“Don’t- don’t think so hyung. I can feel you losing rhythm.”

“Mm, but I bet you’re leaking.”

Jungkook shuts up, a little embarrassed that Jimin guessed it right. He stops jerking off, because he feels like with a few more strokes he’ll just burst, and he can’t lose.

Jimin runs his hands over his back, over his waist, back to his hips, pulling him in to meet his thrusts, moaning so prettily. Jungkook thinks he could come just listening to Jimin moan.

He pants as he moves his hips back on Jimin’s cock, trying to make Jimin come first.

“F-fuck.”

Jimin pants, as he changes the angle a little, and Jungkook feels him hit his prostate.

“O-oh fuck- oh-“

Jungkook groans, biting down on his lip as he feels the pleasure tingling in his gut, precum spilling from the head of his cock. His muscles contract, already on the verge of his orgasm, but he needs Jimin to come first.

So he clenches around him, and faceplants into the pillow, puts both his hands on his back as a display of submission. When Jimin’s breath hitches behind him, he knows he’s done something right.

“Fuck Jungkook-ah.”

Jimin grabs both his wrists in one hand as he fucks him even harder, skin slapping against skin. With every other thrust Jimin hits his prostate, and Jungkook’s entire body shakes in anticipation, cock twitching, heat pulling tight in his stomach.

But he’s never come like this, there’s no way he can come just from-

“A-ah!”

White flashes before his eyes as his hole clenches tightly around Jimin’s cock, and he feels his orgasm wash over him, trembling in pleasure, heat spreading all the way from his gut to his very fingertips as come spurts out in white ropes over the bedsheets.

It’s unlike any orgasm he’s ever had, it feels like it’s way more intense, and longer than usual, as his body convulses with every thrust of Jimin’s cock, pressing against his prostate, milking his orgasm out of him.

Tears burn in his eyes as he whimpers in overstimulation, because Jimin keeps fucking him. long, deep strokes until finally Jimin also comes.

Jungkook is just drooling all over the pillow as Jimin moans his name, emptying his load inside of him.

And then Jimin’s arms wrap around him and they collapse on their sides on the bed.

Jungkook can’t function for a good few minutes, he’s just catching his breath, trying to make sense of what just happened. A little drowsy from the alcohol and from sex, but he still feels so good that he just chuckles to himself.

It must sound weird, cause Jimin hooks his chin over his shoulder.

“are you laughing?”

Jungkook rests his hands on top of Jimin’s, and revels in the way he’s the little spoon, nuzzling his cheek against Jimin for a second.

“Mm, I feel good.”

Jimin chuckles softly too now, and pulls him even closer. Jungkook doesn’t even care that Jimin’s cock is still inside of him, he enjoys lying like this.

“I could tell. You came first.”

Jimin presses a few kisses in his neck then, and Jungkook bares it for him, letting Jimin kiss over the mark he made, letting him suck new marks into his skin.

“What are we going to say about all of these?”Jimin asks then. “We can’t use that excuse of me biting you again. There are like.. 5 or 6 marks now.”

“Mm.. I’ll just wear a turtleneck.”

Jungkook turns around, letting Jimin slip out of him, so he can wrap his arm around Jimin’s waist, and look him in the eyes properly.

Jimin looks back at him with little sparkles in his eyes, smiling a bit, as he brushes Jungkook’s hair behind his ear.

The domestic gesture makes Jungkook’s cheeks burn up a bit.

He doesn’t think having sex with one of your best friends really is the best idea. Because the closeness he feels with Jimin stretches beyond just friends, it always has, and now, with this, it’s even more intense.

It’s intense in a way he knows he’ll never achieve with anyone else. And he knows he’s going to crave being this close again.

“It’s never gonna get better than this, is it?”

Jimin asks, as if he can read his mind.

Jungkook just nods.

They don’t have to say anything else, and so for the rest of the night, they just lie in each other’s arms, stealing kisses, being each other’s warmth and comfort.

And when Jin asks the next day why they’re both wearing turtlenecks in the middle of summer, well, they just tell him he needs to mind his business.