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“oh, shit.”
he is sore everywhere. in places he’s probably never been sore before. jimin chuckles from next to him, voice rough with sleep.
“feeling okay?” he asks, laughter in his voice. jungkook yawns big and wide, stretches his arms above his head.
“mm, yeah,” he sighs. rolls his neck to the side, back. winces. “sore.”
“is that so,” jimin smiles, hand curling around his waist. continues softer, chin hooked over his shoulder. “still feeling good about it?”
“mhm,” jungkook nods, cheeks warm. “yeah, think it was— the right decision.”
“okay,” jimin murmurs. presses a kiss to his neck, lingering. “okay. wanna make breakfast with me?”
jungkook nods. slips out of bed with him and follows on his heels as they walk to the kitchen. he wonders if jimin knows jungkook wants him close, still. jungkook still kind of feels like he’s going to get sniped, if he steps away from jimin too long.
so he lingers close, follows him around the kitchen while he gets a pan, eggs from the fridge.
jimin does seem to know, because he reaches behind him and grabs blindly for jungkook’s arms, brings them up and circles them around his waist. jungkook hugs him gratefully, and then jimin cooks them breakfast with jungkook attached to his back.
jungkook thinks it really, really might’ve been a mistake, for different reasons entirely.
yoongi was right, he was annoyingly right, and if things don’t go the way he wants them to it’s going to hurt so much more.
he hopes, he hopes to fuck that jimin is feeling the same. because jungkook isn’t sure he can handle it, if he isn’t.
jungkook worries briefly, about eating breakfast at the dining table because even that seems like too far. but jimin just tugs him over to the couch and they eat shoulder to shoulder, hunched over the coffee table.
conversation is easy, easy, flows easy and jungkook tells him about the season of kakegurui he watched a while ago.
jungkook didn’t think they’d lose this, this easy conversation, but he’s glad it’s here anyway. jimin was always like that, someone he could talk to about anything and someone he could talk to for a long, long time. he’s glad it’s still there.
they spend the afternoon on the couch, jungkook snug against jimin’s side, watching whatever comes on the TV.
jungkook isn’t sure, still, if he’s allowed to kiss jimin anymore. so he settles for squeezing his fingers in his shirt and clinging to him every other way he can.
jimin laughs fondly, presses a kiss to the top of his head and holds him just as close.
thread > yoongi
jk
> so
yoongi
> ?
jk
> i did it
yoongi
> did what
jk
> …. yoongi.
yoongi
> oh
> OH
> and?
jk
> it was good
> i think i made the right choice
> although i am apparently surgically attached to his side now
> it feels so weird to be away from him
yoongi
> are you with him now??
jk
> yeah he’s asleep
> it feels like someone is going to creep up behind me and stab me if i step away from him too long
> is that like
> is it just cause he, um, whats the word
> deflowered me
yoongi
> dont ever call it that again ew
> but probably
> its a lot of trust you put in him, it makes sense you feel super close to him rn
> so it was good? no regrets?
jk
> no
> i mean
> emotionally yes
> you were right, if things dont go my way its definitely going to hurt like a bitch
yoongi
> yeah :/
> i hope they do go your way
> for your sake
> and for the sake of my couch, too, bc thats absolutely where you’re crashing if things go south
jk
> if this is your way of saying i can stay with you if me and jimin fuck things up then thank you
yoongi
> ofc
> so youre ok?
jk
> yeah
> guess im just waiting for this to fade
> still feels a lot like someones gonna slice me open if i stay away from him too long
> he has class tomorrow it better be gone by then
> otherwise i will probably have a breakdown
yoongi
> lmaooo
> well if you need a surrogate cuddle giver i’m here
> and you know full well taehyung will crush you the second you give him permission
jk
> oh absolutely
> thank u hyung :)
yoongi
> ofc jungkook-ah
“gguk-ah.”
“mm,” he complains, frowning. jimin is so warm against him, body solid and heavy, and jungkook squeezes him tighter.
“gguk-ah, i have to get ready for class.”
jungkook groans. lets him go reluctantly, and then curls into the blankets and listens to jimin pad around the room. it really does feel so exposed, without jimin next to him.
he wonders if it’s annoying, if jimin was expecting the clinginess the morning after but certainly not the days after. was expecting the bed to himself, time to himself. maybe he was planning to do things, and jungkook had clung to him and asked in a whine if they could watch naruto and jimin had felt too bad to say no.
god, he hopes not. that would be so embarrassing.
“ggukie,” jimin says softly from above him. he peeks his head above the blankets. jimin is smiling fond down at him. “i’m going. you’re gonna be okay?”
he nods. (lie.) jimin reaches down, ruffles his hair. jungkook’s eyes slide closed, and by the time he opens them, jimin is gone.
he hides under the covers and spends the afternoon watching naruto by himself, feeling exposed on all sides despite the blankets around him.
they’re having lunch at seokjin’s place again.
jimin left early on a run, and then had class, and that means jungkook has been feeling very exposed for a long time. he doesn’t want to push, doesn’t want to cling, because he’s sure jimin must feel tired of it.
so he wears his comfiest sweater, his favorite socks, hugs his backpack to his chest, and knocks.
“hi,” seokjin smiles when he pulls the door open. “lunch is almost ready, we’re just chilling in the living room.”
“cool,” jungkook says, and drops his backpack at the landing, kicks his shoes off.
he wants literally nothing more, right now, than to climb into jimin’s lap and stay there.
he settles for wedging himself between taehyung and hoseok, who are very very touchy, and immediately wrap arms around him. he feels a little better, but it’s not quite the same.
jimin catches his eye across the couch, smiles a little. quirks an eyebrow, a silent you okay? jungkook nods, small. (lie.) taehyung’s fingers card through his hair and he closes his eyes, sighs deep. they’re talking about something, surely, but he doesn’t know what.
he wraps his arms around himself, hugs his belly and brings his knees to his chest. he feels exceedingly small, still, and when he finally looks up from the hole he’s been staring into the coffee table, jimin is still looking at him.
something a little concerned, in the furrow of his brow and the way his eyes dart over jungkook, take in the way he’s sitting, holding himself tight and swaying in his seat.
thread > jimin
jimin
> cmere baby
jungkook swallows hard, shoves the phone away before either taehyung or hoseok (the two nosiest people in the world) can read it.
he climbs out from between them and pads over to jimin, sits gingerly on the couch beside him and then hears jimin huff out a soft laugh before there’s an arm around his waist, hand on his leg pulling him over, until he’s fit neatly against jimin’s side, warm and warm and warm all over. he sighs, relieved.
“you okay,” jimin asks, quiet.
“mm,” jungkook hums. “are you sure it’s not— it’s not annoying, right, i know i’m being like, super clingy—”
“gguk,” jimin murmurs, leaning close, “gguk, cling to me all you want. okay? you did so well for me, baby, cling to me all you want. it’s a lot, i don’t blame you.”
jungkook’s breath catches in his throat, and he nods cheeks flaming red. jimin chuckles softly, rubs a hand down his back.
he lets himself sink into it, lets his head rest on jimin’s shoulder and feels the rise and fall of jimin’s ribcage against his own. reaches down and plays with his fingers, folds and unfolds them, traces the veins in his hand and runs his fingertips along the curve of his nails.
jimin presses a kiss to his hair, fleeting, clearly trying to sneak one in.
jungkook feels better.
“alright,” taehyung claps his hands. “worst sexual experiences, everyone. i’ll start.”
“why are we doing this,” yoongi deadpans.
“for bonding,” hoseok tells him, “apparently.”
yoongi snorts into his wine. jungkook giggles, curls further into jimin’s side. he’s nice and settled now, arms hugged around jimin’s bicep and chin hooked over his shoulder, thighs pressed together. he feels nice and warm, pleasantly buzzed from the wine.
jimin has been calling him baby in whispers all night, and that makes him feel pleasantly buzzed too.
“right,” taehyung says again, “i’ll start. hm, there’s a lot to choose from.”
“are you sure we should do this,” seokjin chuckles, “i mean— not everyone has tons of experience, you know.”
“like who, ” taehyung shoots back at him, frowning. seokjin goes a little pink, gestures vaguely.
“i just mean, some of us are younger than others, move a little slower, it’s all,” seokjin flounders, and shoots a poorly hidden look at jungkook. jungkook wants to groan.
“hyung,” he complains, and jimin chuckles softly beside him. jungkook elbows him subtly. “hyung,” he repeats, “i’ve done plenty. i mean— i’m not a baby, you’ve seen me at clubs and stuff.”
“right,” seokjin nods, “sorry, yeah. okay— just, i mean— if we’re talking about sex—”
“he’s not a blushing virgin, is he,” grins hoseok, shooting jungkook a wink. jungkook goes pink. hoseok’s eyes widen. “are you really?” he gapes.
jungkook’s mouth falls open. “wh—”
“but,” hoseok frowns, “i’ve seen you take people home, before. did you just— not, like—”
“hyung,” jungkook interrupts, cheeks red. jimin chuckles, something low and pleased, and jungkook elbows him again. “it’s not— i’m not—”
“a virgin?” jimin interrupts, turning to him.
jungkook goes deeper pink. were all those elbows in his side not enough, or something. jungkook elbows him harder.
“shut up,” he grumbles, and turns back. and then ends up watching taehyung’s eyes go wide in realization, jaw dropping cartoonishly open.
“oh my god,” taehyung breathes, and jungkook does his best not to bury his face in jimin’s neck. please don’t say anything , he thinks desperately. to his credit, taehyung seems to believe his theory is only a theory, and turns away again, eyes lingering on jungkook’s arms hooked around jimin’s.
“okay, fine,” taehyung sighs, “we won’t do worst sexual experiences, cause maybe that’s like, a sore subject. who knows. apparently no one wants to hear about the time a guy almost bit my dick off, but sure. best sexual experiences?”
“i still don’t know why we’re doing this,” yoongi grumbles. “it’s always going to be a blowjob, i don’t see the point in wasting time.”
“tell me more, yoongi-hyung,” taehyung grins. “ mine isn’t a blowjob.”
yoongi waves him off, which leaves taehyung to make an obscene gesture and launch into an overly detailed story about a rimjob he got, which leaves jungkook disgusted and a little bit curious, more than anything.
“and i mean again,” taehyung sighs, “he was so fucking good with his tongue, it’s not even funny, i mean, dear god —”
“we get it,” hoseok groans, “we get it, thank you. who’s next? the blushing virgin?”
on cue, jungkook blushes. what the hell is he supposed to say, exactly. the person is right next to him. he is literally right there.
“um,” he starts, and watches everyone lean in. he laughs, a little nervously. “why is everyone so invested in this.”
jimin squeezes his side.
“yeah, i’m sure there are more interesting stories,” he chimes in. jungkook silently thanks him. “i mean, didn’t joon literally get tied up, that one time?”
“sure,” taehyung allows, but his eyes gleam in the light, and jungkook realizes that he is definitely not giving up. “but jungkookie, we never hear about your hookups. forgive me if i’m a little curious.”
“it’s not that different from your stuff,” jungkook protests.
“so you can tell us, then,” taehyung grins.
“um,” jungkook says. “i mean. there was—” he really has no idea what to say. “i guess— this guy, um.”
jimin squeezes his side again. jungkook blinks hard, curls his toes into the carpet.
“let me ride his thigh, i guess,” he says, cheeks burning, and watches taehyung’s eyes flick to jimin, back to him. “i don’t really like talking about this stuff.”
“how interesting,” taehyung hums, eyes evaluating. “that’s the best? ”
“i mean,” jungkook frowns, “it’s up there.”
he feels jimin chuckle beside him, a little cocky, and wants to pinch him but that would make things abundantly obvious.
“well, what’s the best?” taehyung asks, eyebrow arched.
jungkook curls himself into jimin. jimin chuckles, but leans forward and gestures to hoseok, tells them, “i’m pretty sure there are more interesting stories from him, why are we interrogating gguk all of a sudden—”
“rude,” taehyung huffs, eyes lingering on jungkook with his chin digging into jimin’s shoulder, but turns his sights on hoseok instead.
“rude,” jungkook echoes quietly, elbowing jimin’s side. jimin chuckles, fingers sliding into his hair.
“sorry, baby,” he whispers. “fun to mess with you sometimes.”
jungkook wrinkles his nose.
the rest of the night passes quick like always, with all of them getting steadily tipsy and conversation getting tipsy with them, until it’s time to clean up and jungkook falls asleep on the couch.
he wakes up alone.
hoseok on the couch opposite him texting on his phone, lights dim. rustling and clattering in the kitchen.
everyone is kind of doing their own thing, gathering their things and saying quiet goodbyes. he doesn’t feel exposed anymore but still wants jimin close.
he stands, pads his way to the kitchen. pokes his head in, and catches sight of jimin occupied with loading the dishwasher, dropping forks in.
“jimin,” jungkook calls softly.
“right here, baby,” jimin hums absently, and the entire kitchen turns to look at him.
jungkook’s cheeks burn bright red. jimin doesn’t even seem to realize what he’s said, just notices everybody staring at him and slowly straightens with a confused smile.
“what,” he says.
seokjin is staring at jungkook, now, eyes wide. back to jimin.
“what,” jimin asks again, incredulous. “hello?”
“you called me baby,” jungkook tells him quietly. jimin catches the red on his cheeks, and then his eyes go wide.
“um,” he says.
the kitchen explodes.
“WHAT,” shouts seokjin, climbing over and past yoongi to shake his shoulders, scream in his face, “WHAT, DID I MISS SOMETHING—”
“um,” jimin tries, completely bewildered and being shaken very thoroughly, “i—”
“JEON JUNGKOOK,” seokjin turns to him, finger jabbing in his direction, “EXPLAIN TO ME RIGHT NOW, MY TWO BABIES, WHAT ARE YOU DOING—”
“hyung,” jungkook protests with a laugh, cheeks burning as seokjin stomps toward him. “i don’t—”
“ why did you call him baby, ” seokjin hisses, turning over his shoulder to stare down jimin. he is very practical, isn’t he, he’s shaking jungkook at the same time, two birds with one stone.
“um,” jimin stutters, and his cheeks are flushed pink, too. “uh. because?”
“because,” yoongi deadpans. jimin shoots him a look. seokjin screeches.
“WHAT WAS THAT,” he yells, stomping back over to yoongi, “WHAT DO YOU KNOW.”
“nothing,” yoongi protests evenly.
seokjin stares him down, too. yoongi doesn’t budge an inch. seokjin huffs, walks away and cross his arms, leans against the counter.
“explain yourselves,” he says.
jungkook very gingerly steps into the kitchen. jimin glances at him.
“it’s,” jimin starts very slowly, “a pet name?”
“right,” seokjin deadpans, looking absolutely so tired. “and why do you call him that.”
“beeeecauuuuseee,” jimin winces, and turns to jungkook. this would be funny, in another lifetime. right now, jungkook just quietly shakes his head no. jimin clenches his jaw, and turns back to seokjin. “top secret?”
seokjin glances between them. jungkook stands there, cheeks burning and heart racing, and watches him absorb this. he blinks once, twice. uncrosses his arms, and pats the counter.
“jesus christ,” he announces with a sigh. “right. this kitchen is still a mess, let’s go guys—”
jungkook nearly sags in relief, launches himself into taking the trash out, and then nearly sags in relief when jimin offers to help with the recycle too, which means they walk shoulder to shoulder out of the apartment, into the quiet hallway.
“you okay,” jimin asks him. jungkook dumps the trash down the chute, waits for it to thump and hit bottom.
“mm,” he hums, and presses himself into jimin’s back while he separates the plastic from cardboard.
“sorry i called you baby,” jimin murmurs. “didn’t mean to.”
“‘s fine,” jungkook mumbles. “like when you call me that. just. maybe not in front of everyone.”
jimin chuckles. “okay,” he says quietly, and straightens again. gently pats at jungkook’s hands, locked over his stomach, and turns when jungkook lets go, cups his face and kisses him gently.
jungkook sighs into it, relieved, hadn’t even realized how badly he needed it until now. the lips to his, pressing warm and steady. soft. he tries not to think about it, how there’s nothing for this to lead to, how jimin is just kissing him to kiss him, to make him feel better.
jimin pulls back, kisses him again. pulls back, eyes lingering on jungkook’s.
again. like he can’t quite get enough.
jungkook smiles, and tugs him back, keeps him there for a while, until his back knocks into the wall and jimin’s hands curl around his waist, low, possessive. okay, so maybe it is leading somewhere.
“mm, bad idea,” jungkook murmurs again his lips, “hallway is a bad idea.”
“lame,” jimin huffs, but squeezes his sides and pulls away smiling.
thread > seokjin
seokjin
> hey i just wanted you to know that like
> you dont ever have to hide stuff from me, yk that right?
> you can tell me anything im not going to judge you
jk
> yeah….??
> thanks hyung but why are you telling me this all of a sudden
seokjin
> i just meannnn
> if you and jimin have a thing you can tell me
> i wont make it a big deal if you dont want me to
jk
> oh
> we dont have a thing
seokjin
> right….
> so i went out to toss the wine bottles……..
jk
> oh my god
seokjin
> like really, jungkook, if you want to keep it private thats between you two
> i promise i won’t make it a thing i know i went a little batshit in the kitchen lol
> but really just tell me, i’ll leave it alone
jk
> what did u see???
seokjin
> muah
> :3
> very wholesome
jk
> great
> um
> we dont have a thing???
> we’re hooking up
seokjin
> oh cute
> thats a lie
jk
> ???????
seokjin
> like are u really gonna look me in the face and lie
> you know what you did in the hallway
> what part of that says “we are fucking”
jk
> ok listen
> its cause
> ehhhh actually this is just going to work against me i take it back
> moral of the story: we are just hooking up
seokjin
> honey why wont u just admit to me that youre dating
> i am the opposite of homophobic
> i am very love positive
jk
> oh my god
> ok: i am feeling v clingy rn and hes letting me be clingy for. reasons
> ok???
seokjin
> O.O
> sex reasons??????????
jk
> what else do you think hooking up means
seokjin
> gross dont talk to me about that youre like 5
jk
> LMAOO
> and dw im talking to yoongi abt it and i know its a little stupid considering i have a big fat crush on him but things are going well and i dont have any complaints
> so
seokjin
> okay well…. be safe….
jk
> we will hyung
seokjin
> WAIT JUNGKOOK
> DID YOU REALLY HOOK UP WITH JIMIN IN MY BATHROOM THAT ONE TIME
> JUNGKOOK
jk
> ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
seokjin
> JUNGKOOOOOOOK
he’s drunk.
wow, he’s drunk. he’s drunk and he’s watching jimin dance with someone else. clutching his drink like it personally offended him, like if he squeezes it hard enough jimin will move away.
it’s a stranger, that much he knows. jimin has a hand on their waist, nothing more. it squeezes something in his chest anyway, watching jimin laugh and lean into them, watching his hands curl around their waist the way they’ve curled around jungkook’s.
it takes him a good five minutes of watching with the jealousy simmering just below the surface before he realizes he can do something about it. he can go over there and say hi, baby, the way jimin did to him, and hopefully jimin won’t be a dick and push him away, hopefully jimin will go red the way he did and then pay attention to him, instead.
so he slides off the barstool, makes sure he has his balance before he makes his way over, pushes through the crowd and finds jimin. catches snippets of conversation, the person telling him i love your makeup, you look good, and jimin’s polite thank you before jungkook wraps a hand around his wrist, sees jimin’s head snap to his, and then he’s in his ear, lips dragging against his jaw, pressing himself close.
“wanna ride you,” he murmurs. he’s not even sure if jimin can hear it over the music, but he imagines the message gets across anyway. “wanna ride your cock, jimin-ah, can i do that?”
“jesus, gguk,” jimin breathes, arm coming up to wrap around him, cheeks flushed dark pink in the club lights. “ shit, you can’t just say that, we’re in public—”
“i’mmmmm thinkin’ it,” he drawls, smiling. jimin is paying attention to him , now. the guy he was dancing with just looks vaguely uncomfortable. jungkook noses into his neck, clings to his shirt. “wanna feel you inside me again, c’n we do that? felt good last time.”
“jesus,” jimin breathes, hands gripping his waist. “jesus. you’re drunk, right? c’mon, baby, let’s— let’s go, let’s get you home.”
“still want you,” jungkook protests, coming up to look at him. “jus’ cause i’m drunk doesn’t mean i don’t— don’t mean it.”
“i know,” jimin tells him, leading him through the crowd. his hands are on jungkook’s hips, warm and curled tight, and that’s pretty good, for now. “i know. home, let’s go home, okay, i’ll— take care of you there—”
“i want you now,” jungkook complains.
jimin laughs, strained. “best we can do here is the bathroom, and i’m not doing that,” he says, hands pushing him forward and out of the club, onto the street. cool air rushes over him, cold cold cold against his cheeks flushed hot.
“lame,” jungkook sighs. “m’kay, wait till we get home, then. want you ‘nside me, hyung, isn’t that— want you, you’re so— took care of me so good, last time.”
jimin takes a very slow, very shaky breath. steadies himself.
“we’ll be home soon, gguk,” is all he says, voice strained.
jungkook noses into his neck, mouths absently at his jaw. wants him, wants him close. heat is pressing angrily into his stomach, asking for more.
they climb into the uber and jungkook presses himself obscenely close. slings a leg over jimin’s thigh, hooks an arm over his waist, digs a chin into his shoulder. jimin chuckles, but lets him.
jungkook lets his eyes slide closed, and he tries not to move because he didn’t entirely think this through and now jimin’s hip is digging between his legs.
they come to a harsh stop at a redlight and jungkook shifts forward against his will, pressure heavy between his legs, and he bites down hard on his bottom lip. stomach pulled taught.
not here, not here. they jerk into motion again, and jungkook chokes back a whimper.
he stays very still, squeezes his fingers in jimin’s shirt. he can’t tell if he’s noticed, if he knows. if he feels jungkook’s cock already half-hard against his leg.
jungkook clenches his jaw. ruts his hips forward, just a little. experimental. his breath catches in his throat, heat spilling down his spine and settling in his stomach.
he glances at jimin. still staring out the window. okay.
he grinds down again, holds his breath and lets his eyes slide closed, tries to keep his breath steady as he rolls his hips in small circles, chasing the drag of fabric against his cock, trying to relieve the heat a little, trying to keep every sound to himself.
jimin’s hand comes down, rests on his thigh. curls tight, and his nails dig into the soft skin of his inner thigh, dig and dig and jungkook sucks in a wince through his teeth.
“ jungkook, ” jimin chides, low. jungkook’s cheeks heat. he knows. god, he knows. “patience.”
jungkook bobs his head yes, slows his hips and breathes out slow and shaky against jimin’s neck, pulled tense everywhere, revved up and wanting to go.
“be good,” jimin murmurs, voice rough and in his ear. nails still digging into his thigh. “be good, and i’ll let you ride me, hm? have to be good, baby.”
“okay,” jungkook breathes. keeps very still, cock aching and heat pulsing through his stomach.
the ride home feels very long.
when they come to a stop jungkook is nearly scrambling for the door, jimin’s hand on his back nudging him forward. barely breathes out a thank you to the driver he honestly forgot existed before he’s grabbing jimin and pulling him inside, slamming his finger into the call elevator button and swaying in place impatiently. jimin next to him thrumming just as impatiently, fingers slipping under his shirt and hand smoothing up his side.
the elevator dings open.
jungkook steps inside, jimin after him. the doors close.
jimin is pressing him into the wall before he can even stop to think, lips harsh and teeth dragging against his neck, thigh shoved between his legs and jungkook can’t feel anything but relieved, grinds down helplessly and muffles his whines into jimin’s shirt, clutches at his sides.
“ fuck, gguk,” jimin breathes, wrecked, “fuck, can’t believe you— shit, so pretty—”
“mm,” jungkook whines, chasing and digging his hips down but nothing is quite enough now, he rolls his hips and chases faster but nothing is quite enough and he just wants, wants jimin inside him, wants jimin close and as close as he can be. “fuck, really want you inside me, wanna— how— how long does it take, can you go faster this time—”
“yeah,” jimin breathes, “yeah, have to be careful, but it’s— hasn’t been that long, it should— don’t worry, baby, gonna treat you well—”
the elevator dings open and they stumble out, jimin’s hands fumbling for his keys while jungkook latches onto his back, sneaks a hand down and unbuttons his pants, mouth dragging against his neck when he slips a hand into jimin’s boxers and palms him, sloppy and uncoordinated.
“ fuck, ” jimin gasps, hands shaking as he turns the keys in the lock, “holy shit, gguk—”
“c’mon,” jungkook insists, shoves the door closed and locks their lips again, kisses jimin back and into the hallway, into the bedroom, shoves him down onto the bed and kisses him into the sheets, rolls his hips down and then gasps into his mouth. “fuck, can i— can i come like this, please—”
“yeah, baby,” jimin murmurs, hands guiding his hips down, head knocked back against the sheets. “yeah, just— pants off, off, c’mon—”
jungkook shucks them off quick, pulls jimin’s off too, everything about it desperate and drunk, and he rolls his hips down again, grinds down and feels the heat spike him through the stomach, cock sliding against jimin’s.
he braces himself against jimin’s chest, grinds down messy, chases, mouth falling open. everything is a million times over, everything feels more, and his head spins with it. feels dizzy, dizzy, as he chases.
he thinks jimin might be close too, the nails digging into his hips, the gasped fuck and shit that keep spilling from his lips.
“jimin,” he whines, circling his hips, “jimin, ‘m close, close—”
“come for me, baby, c’mon,” jimin murmurs, hands tugging hard on his hips, “come for me, gguk-ah.”
jungkook gasps, drags his hips down and comes in his boxers, shaking. when he looks down he realizes jimin has done the same, come leaking down his leg, and jungkook sinks down, kisses him hungry. desperate, drunk. jimin groans, pulls him down and keeps him there.
“still— still want you ‘nside me,” jungkook mumbles, catching his breath, “still— can you— fingers, please—”
“yeah,” jimin breathes, pushing at him until they’re both sitting up and kicking off their boxers.
jimin grabs him, turns them over and pushes him into the mattress, puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks, eyes dark and steady on jungkook’s. jungkook swallows hard, the catch of his breath audible in the air.
jimin licks a line up his fingers, swirls his tongue over his index. dips his head down again, bobs.
jungkook takes a shaky breath.
“fingers,” he reminds him in a whimper, and jimin smiles slow and cocky.
“fingers,” he agrees, and then there are two fingers circling his rim. jungkook sucks in a breath. right, he knows this now. he knows it.
jimin opens him up steady, fucks him with one and then two, listens to jungkook’s gasps and smooths a hand over his stomach pulled taught, kisses him sloppy and open-mouthed, swallows each whine pushed out of him hungrily.
“now,” jungkook insists, “now, want you now, please—”
“three,” jimin tells him, “have to do three, gguk, don’t wanna hurt you—”
“no, please,” jungkook whines, babbles, “please, please, want you so bad, please—”
“gguk,” jimin breathes, shaky, “don’t wanna hurt you.”
“i’ll tell you,” jungkook says immediately, “i’ll tell you, just— please, fuck, want you inside me, want— wanna ride you, wait, move—”
he turns them over, pushes at jimin until he lies against the pillows. jungkook settles himself in his lap, swallows hard. maybe he should’ve done three? jimin seems to know, reaches down and grabs his hand.
“gguk, if you want me to do three—”
“no, fuck,” jungkook protests, “want you— doing it,” he insists, lifts himself up and very carefully sinks down, jaw clenching.
it stretches, it does, but jimin fucked him well and he takes it without problem. slowly lowers himself on jimin’s cock until their hips are flush. god. he missed it, the fullness, jimin close to him like this.
it’s a lot . jimin is very still, too, hands frozen around his hips. jungkook breathes, breathes. adjusts.
“you okay,” jimin asks quietly, voice horribly strained.
“mm,” jungkook nods, bottom lip trapped between teeth. slowly, rocks his hips forward. “oh,” he sighs, “oh, fuck.”
he likes this, he can set the pace and so he does, rocks his hips down and dips his head, mouth falling open as he fucks himself on jimin’s cock, slow, slow. jimin’s hands on his hips, ass, groping and pulling him forward, guiding his hips as he moves.
“holy shit, jungkook,” jimin breathes, “look so fucking good like that, look so good on my cock—”
“yeah?” jungkook says, gasps catching in his throat. “ fuck , feels good— feels so good, hyung—”
he grinds down, again, again. sends heat spreading in warm waves up his stomach, and he squeezes jimin’s sides. there’s something, something. he’s not quite there.
“come here, baby,” jimin tells him, hands squeezing around his waist. “c’mere.”
he does, leans down and kisses him sloppy and then rocks his hips down again and tenses.
“oh, shit, ” he breathes, and then fucks down again, jimin’s cock sliding neatly in and out of him.
he gasps, presses his face into jimin’s neck and rocks his hips down, muffles his whines into his shoulder, listens to jimin’s shaking breaths as he fucks himself on jimin’s cock, feels the heat pool tight and tighter in his gut with each thrust.
“so fucking pretty,” jimin groans, “so fucking pretty, gguk, here—”
he adjusts, pushes himself up a bit, and braces his legs against the bed. and when jungkook grinds down, he thrusts up, and jungkook shakes against him. strangled cry pulled from his throat.
“oh fuck, jimin,” he whines, “oh fuck —”
“yeah?” jimin grins, and fucks him like that, jungkook a trembling mess against him, mouth pressed wet and open against his shoulder as he takes it, takes jimin’s cock and rocks his hips down mindlessly, eyes rolled back in his head.
“shit, feels so good, hyung, feels so fucking good,” he babbles, orgasm pushing up at his gut, pulling his thighs and stomach taught, “‘m close, shit— right there, fuck —”
“so pretty, baby, doing so well,” jimin presses the words to his neck, and jungkook pulls back, sits up in jimin’s lap and presses a hand to his chest, braces himself.
jimin watches, eyes blown dark, curious. jungkook lifts himself up, down again. again. bounces in jimin’s lap, bottom lip caught between teeth, cock pushing steadily in and out, moans punched out with each thrust.
“holy shit, ” jimin breathes, hands coming up to curl achingly tight around his hips. “holy shit, yeah, baby, sit on my cock, c’mon—”
“fuck,” jungkook whines, hips moving messy. he tosses his head back, chases his orgasm, nails dragging down jimin’s chest. “ fuck, jimin, ‘m close—”
“come for me,” jimin tells him, hand coming up to wrap around his cock, and jungkook spills over at the edges.
he comes with a strangled sob, cock pounding into him and hand stroking him hard and fast, overstimulated and head spinning loose with alcohol and heat curling lazily up his shoulders, burning itself into his neck. thighs pulled taught as he comes in ropes across jimin’s stomach, gasps caught in his throat.
“look so good when you come,” jimin tells him, “sound so fucking good like that, gguk, c’mon—”
guides his hips down again and jungkook rides him through it, grinds down until jimin’s thighs tense underneath and he comes with a gasp, nails digging into the bone of jungkook’s hips.
jungkook slows, chest heaving, head still hazy with his orgasm.
“did so well,” jimin murmurs, hands soothing up his sides, down again. “did so well, gguk, so well. looked so pretty, bouncing on my cock. so fucking good.”
jungkook drinks in the praises, eyes sliding closed. tries to catch his breath. he’s more than aware of jimin’s cock still inside him, leaking come and filling him up, his hips flush with jimin’s.
he’s not really sure where to go, from here. he’s not sure he could stand up if he tried.
“c’mere,” jimin murmurs, solves that problem for him.
jungkook leans down, kisses him messy and between panting breaths, and jimin slowly slides out, slick with come and lube. jungkook sucks in a hiss through his teeth.
“sorry,” jimin apologizes quietly, presses a kiss to his shoulder. “sorry. you okay?”
“yeah,” jungkook breathes, slumps against him and couldn’t care less about the sticky come still warm between them. “yeah, shit.”
“shit,” jimin agrees, breathless too.
jungkook stays with his face in jimin’s neck until he’s caught his breath, until the haze in his mind clears and he can see straight again, high of his orgasm fading until he mostly just thinks—
“we should shower.”
“yes,” jimin agrees in a sigh. “god, i don’t wanna move.”
“together,” jungkook offers, yawning. “y’know, it’s a good thing there’s two bedrooms cause otherwise we’d have to do the sheets too.”
“mm,” jimin hums in agreement.
they both get out of bed very reluctantly, pad weakly to the shower and jungkook washes jimin’s hair, now, scrubs at his scalp and very nearly falls asleep when jimin does the same to him.
jungkook steps out of the shower sleepy again, and jimin steps out of it horribly fond again, and they go through it all over again again. jungkook clinging to him, jimin holding him close and telling him to get dressed.
“water,” jimin tells him once they’re in fresh clothes. “water, you’ll be hungover otherwise.”
“oh shit,” jungkook mumbles, mouth pressed to his shoulder, “i forgot i was drunk.”
jimin laughs, shoulders shaking, but nudges him toward the kitchen and has them both drain glasses of water. jungkook knocks his head into jimin’s shoulder, sighs.
“fuck,” he mumbles, and jimin laughs. smooths a palm down his arm, mindless.
“what,” he asks.
“no, ‘m just,” jungkook takes a breath, “glad you came up to me at the club, a while ago.”
“mm,” jimin hums quietly. doesn’t say anything more.
“why’d you do that, anyway,” jungkook asks, eyes sliding closed. jimin is so warm, so nice, so solid. jungkook could fall asleep here, probably.
“you looked good,” jimin tells him simply. “wanted you for a while, before, just wasn’t quite drunk enough to do anything about it.”
“oh,” jungkook mumbles. “oh. okay. same here.”
jimin laughs, squeezes his bicep. “really?"
“i mean,” jungkook continues, cheeks heating, “i’m not— going up to people at clubs isn’t my thing, but you know. same sentiment.”
“right,” jimin chuckles, “like you didn’t just come up to me at a club?”
“different,” jungkook insists. “we already have a thing.”
“a thing,” jimin repeats quietly.
jungkook nods. “a thing,” he echoes.
he yawns, loops his arms around jimin’s waist. he really could fall asleep here.
“jungkook,” jimin starts, and he sounds nervous, somehow. jungkook frowns, digs his cheek into jimin’s shoulder. not going anywhere, hyung. waits. “can we— can we not see other people?”
jungkook blinks an eye open. he can just see the side of jimin’s face, how he’s staring a hole in the counter, the flush on his cheeks.
“yeah,” he mumbles, because it’s not like he’s going to say no, is he. “what’s that mean?”
jimin blinks hard. “means i want you to myself,” he murmurs. “‘s that okay?”
“‘s long as you’re mine too,” jungkook mumbles, and then feels his cheeks heat retroactively at the words he didn’t mean to say, not like that. jimin stills against him, and then chuckles softly.
“yeah,” he agrees, “yeah, okay.”
“okay,” jungkook smiles, eyes sliding closed again. mine. “can we go to bed now?”
“mhm,” jimin hums, and walks them back into the bedroom, sinks them into fresh sheets and lets jungkook attach himself to his side, lets him throw basically half his body over jimin’s and squeeze. jimin chuckles soft.
“g’night, baby,” he murmurs.
jungkook bites back a smile. “g’night,” he whispers.
he squeezes jimin around the middle, closes his eyes.
jimin presses a kiss to his temple, and holds him just as close.
so. they are not seeing other people.
jungkook isn’t even really sure what that means, besides the obvious: they are not seeing other people.
other than that, he has no idea. doesn’t know if he can kiss jimin when he wants, if they’re still just hooking up, if they’re dating, if jimin means they can’t see other people for sex but if jungkook wanted to go on a date that’d be fine.
he doesn’t know.
“i don’t know,” jungkook whines, and yoongi laughs.
“ask him,” yoongi says, entirely too reasonable. “if he, and i quote, wants you to himself, i’m pretty sure you have the leverage to ask what that means, specifically.”
“oh my god,” jungkook groans. “oh my god. fine. you are so fucking—
right,
all of the time, it’s annoying.”
“thank you,” yoongi chuckles, and watches him pull out his phone.
“what do i even say,” jungkook frowns down at his screen, thumbs paused over the keyboard. “like. hey, what did you mean when you said we shouldn’t see other people?”
“yes,” yoongi nods, “verbatim.”
jungkook makes a face, but types.
thread > jimin
jk
> hey um
> what did u mean specifically by lets not see other people
jimin
> i dont wanna like
> pressure you or anything
> just i get jealous a lot n i kind of do want you to myself
jk
> oh okay
> but i mean like
> just for sex, or can i kiss u whenever, that kind of thing
jimin
> oh
> it can be just for sex if you want
jk
> … but do u want it to be just for sex
> i just dont know what youre thinking
jimin
> i dont want it to be just for sex
> um
> what im thinking is i wasnt really expecting to like you this much but i really like you gguk
> i dont wanna tie you down or anything but i’d really like it if we could just
> yeah
> not see other people
jk
> oh okay
> :D
> yeah
> yeah i like you too
> lets do that
jimin
> haha okay
jk
> can i kiss u all the time now
jimin
> sure???
> do you want to??
jk
> literally yes
> are we still like
> keeping it private or
jimin
> yeah if u want to
jk
> seokjin would faint i think
> ok
> so we’re not seeing other people :)
jimin
> yes
> :)
“that is adorable,” yoongi tells him. jungkook grins. grins wider, actually, than he was before. “so you’re dating?”
“oh,” jungkook mumbles, “i don’t know that. he would’ve said that, no? if he wanted that?”
“yeah, but,” yoongi arches an eyebrow, “what else would that be, if you’re not seeing other people and it’s not just for sex and you’re kissing him all the time.”
jungkook flushes pink. “i dunno. i’m taking my wins where i can get ‘em.”
yoongi laughs, ruffles his hair. “okay, jungkookie.”
“hi.”
jimin pulls the door open for him, when they have lunch at seokjin’s. jungkook grins. jimin looks like he’s holding back a smile, for some reason, until jungkook curls a hand into his shirt and kisses him in the doorway.
“hi,” jungkook says, when he pulls away, watching jimin’s eyes flutter open, the smile pull at his lips. “we’re not seeing other people.”
jimin laughs, steps outside and lets the door close behind him, wraps a hand around his waist. “we’re not,” he agrees, and dips his head to kiss him again in the privacy of the hallway.
jungkook hums, smiles against him and pushes him back, into the wall. he wants, wants to touch and hold and kiss him like this, and jimin seems to feel it, chuckles into the kiss and runs his hands up jungkook’s sides under his hoodie, squeezes.
“someone’s excited,” he murmurs, and jungkook grins, pulls back to dig his face into jimin’s neck.
“it’s exciting,” jungkook protests, and jimin laughs.
“i know,” he says, noses into jungkook’s hair and presses a kiss to his head. “i really like you.”
jungkook resists the urge to absolutely lose his mind and jump up and down like a fucking teenager, and instead pulls back and kisses him hard, parts his mouth and kisses him slow against the wall.
jimin laughs, rough and taken off-guard, but lets him. hands sliding up his chest, nails dragging down his back.
“mm,” jimin hums, when jungkook starts pushing into him, knee between jimin’s, “lunch, baby, lunch— not here—”
“please,” jungkook whines against his lips, “please— we can go home and come back—”
“relax,” jimin chuckles, pulling away to push at jungkook’s hips, pull them apart a little. “relax, baby, plenty of time, don’t— i’m hungry, okay—”
jungkook makes a disgruntled sound, presses himself into jimin’s neck and huffs. “fine,” he grumbles. “i’m hungry too, i guess.”
“that’s what i thought,” jimin chuckles, smoothing a hand down his back. “oh, hi, tae.”
jungkook straightens so fast it leaves his head spinning, and jimin laughs, hands still warm on his waist under his hoodie. taehyung steps up to the door looking a lot like he might throw up, eyeing them up and down like he might hate-crime them if he wasn’t gay himself.
“this is,” he gestures vaguely, “absolutely disgusting.”
jimin grins. taehyung knocks on the door and jungkook steps away from jimin properly, misses the warmth around his waist and swipes a hand across his mouth.
they walk back in and yoongi shoots him an unimpressed look, which leaves jungkook to swipe another hand across his mouth and suck on his bottom lip, because yeah people are definitely going to know they were making out in the hallway if they both walk in with lips swollen pink.
jimin sits next to him on the couch, hand low on his back, and jungkook sinks into it, leans into him and tries not to make it too obvious, but seokjin keeps glancing at them with something between pride and disgust, and jungkook wonders how long it’ll take for the rest of them to find out, too. he’d be surprised if namjoon hasn’t figured it out yet, but then again he could be stupidly dumb when it came to these things.
they’re talking about work and classes, and jungkook listens, still caught up in not seeing other people , feeling warm all over.
jimin pulls his arm away, for a second, and jungkook is about to glance at him and complain but it’s back before he could miss it, so he sighs and listens to namjoon talk about his incompetent physics TA.
jimin’s hand, low on his back. slipping under his shirt, and his fingers are— wet? his fingers are wet with saliva, and jungkook is about to ask why when he slips a hand under the hem of jungkook’s sweats, under the hem of his boxers, and then there are fingers circling his rim.
jungkook tries his best to keep his breathing steady, cock twitching in his sweats. he must not do a very good job, because jimin chuckles from beside him, pats his knee in something horribly condescending.
jungkook clenches his jaw, presses himself back into the couch. jimin just stays there, very patiently circling his rim, gentle pressure. jungkook is losing his mind.
grabs his phone, opens the notes app.
bathroom?
jimin chuckles, reaches for his phone.
i’m not fucking you in the bathroom
jungkook frowns. jimin’s fingers still, still.
rude
jimin chuckles softly.
be patient, baby
jungkook pouts, but sets his phone down and tries to dig his hips down as subtly as he can. jimin keeps his hand there for long enough that when he pulls it away, jungkook has no idea what they’re talking about.
they’ve somehow gone from physics TAs to mario kart, and jungkook just listens with a permanent blush on his cheeks and a semi pushing against his boxers, because god-fucking-dammit if he’d known not seeing other people was like this, he wouldn’t have come to lunch at all. would’ve dragged jimin into bed and stayed there instead.
jimin keeps doing it, keeps teasing him and increasingly unsubtle ways— at some point jungkook is pouring chips into a bowl and jimin comes up behind him, wraps an arm over his middle and then palms him through his boxers, enough to get jungkook to gasp, and then he’s gone in a flash.
which leaves jungkook to flounder his way through an explanation for seokjin, who is right fucking there, mind you, completely clueless.
at lunch, jimin sits next to him (shocker) and jungkook takes very slow breaths when he rubs circles into his thigh, just a little too high.
it takes jungkook a while to remember he can do stuff, he can actually touch jimin right back and get him floundering too, but when he does he is much less subtle about it. he just reaches over and puts a palm heavy between his legs, grinds it down when he reaches for the water.
he sits back down and sees jimin with his mouth hanging open, shooting him a bewildered look. winks, and continues eating.
risky, risky, but jungkook is having fun. they decide on a movie, which means jimin pulls him aside and kisses him dizzy in the bathroom, hand down his pants before they reappear and sink into the couch like nothing happened.
thread > yoongi
yoongi
> please dear god stop making out
jk
> excuse me we are not making out
> we made out like twice
yoongi
> you made out just now ?!?!?
jk
> yes
> just made out
> oops
jimin leans over his shoulder, grins at the messages.
“ just, ” he repeats in a whisper, fingers digging into jungkook’s hips. jungkook nods, bottom lip caught between teeth. he has been sporting a semi all afternoon, at this point, and jimin is doing him absolutely no favors.
“blankets anyone?” calls namjoon from the hallway.
jimin shoots him a look. oh, no.
“yeah, sure,” jimin says, and gets one tossed into his chest. throws it neatly over them, and jungkook realizes he’s absolutely fucked.
he’s not watching this movie, not even close.
jimin is patient, baby and doesn’t do much, for the first fifteen minutes. waits for everyone to settle, sink into the movie. hand smoothing up and down his side, slow, simple.
jungkook lets himself be lulled into it. maybe he really will watch the movie. (nope.) jimin’s fingers press warm into his stomach, nails drag across the strip of skin just above the hem of his pants.
jungkook is suddenly hyper-aware of everything.
jimin’s fingers dip low, graze just under the hem, back up again. jungkook glances around, checks, and then leans into his neck and drags teeth across his skin in complaint.
jimin chuckles, low, and obliges, slides a hand into his sweats and digs his palm down, a steady rhythm. jungkook clenches his jaw, swallows down the whimper. breaths coming in soft hiccups as he tries to keep very still, eyes sliding closed.
the rough drag of fabric against his cock, again, again. pressure and warmth against him. his face is hot, cheeks red as he presses his mouth into jimin’s shoulder, lips parted as he tries to bite back the whines, steady his breathing.
he’s been riled up all day and he could come like this, he really could, jimin steadily grinding his palm down and nothing else.
“hyung,” he whispers, voice shaky, “hyung, gonna come like this—”
jimin stops, turns to him. jungkook’s hips chase unconsciously, push forward and into jimin’s hand again. jimin’s eyes are dark, pitch-black.
“really,” he breathes, and jungkook nods, sucking on his bottom lip. jimin’s eyes dart over his face, reverent. “fuck,” he murmurs. jungkook gives him a soft smile, stomach still pulled taught and cheeks red. “fuck, alright. here, baby, here.”
jimin pulls his hand out from his sweats, grabs jungkook’s wrist and guides his hand down. jungkook gets the hint and slips a hand into his boxers, wraps a hand around him and starts moving carefully.
jimin holds his breath, tips his head back on the couch. jungkook really, really, wants to get on his knees and swallow him down, but they can’t do that, so he settles for thumbing over the tip and watching the muscles in his neck go taught. jungkook presses his mouth to jimin’s shoulder again, listens for every bit-back groan and keeps his wrist moving between them until jimin grabs for his arm, breaths coming a little too heavy.
“gonna come,” he warns, voice trembling, “not here, gguk, not here—”
“mm,” jungkook whines softly, but pulls away and trails his hand up, drags his fingers across skin and instead sticks a hand in his own boxers, wraps a hand around himself and starts moving, because everything aches and he wants something, wants something and his hand is already so much, moving rough and fast.
“ jungkook, ” jimin chides, and his cheeks go red.
he wants, though, and jimin is being annoying so he keeps moving, sucks on his bottom lip and takes shaky breaths. jimin reaches over, digs his nails into jungkook’s thigh. teeth, dragging against his shoulder.
“jungkook, patience. hands off, baby. no touching.”
jungkook bites back a whine of complaint, slows his wrist and feels his cock ache, he’s leaking precum everywhere and he mostly just wants to drag jimin home right now, wants jimin fucking him into the mattress until he doesn’t know where he is.
oh, right. he can tell him that now.
jimin takes such a shuddery breath, at the words whispered in his ear.
“how about this, baby,” he murmurs, hand creeping into jungkook’s sweats again, palm warm over his cock, full and thick against his thigh. “‘s long as you don’t come like this, we can do that.”
jungkook sucks in a shaky breath, rolls his hips up. jimin keeps his hand steady, and jungkook keeps the pace, grinds down against jimin’s hand and feels the heat spread through him in low waves. cheeks warm as he presses his mouth to jimin’s shoulder.
he stays like that, doesn’t come and instead just grinds helplessly in small circles against jimin’s hand, enough to keep him swallowing down whimpers but not quite enough to get him gasping. jimin whispers quiet praises to him, in his ear.
“good,” he murmurs, voice low, “good, baby, doing well. keep going, ggukie.”
“mm,” jungkook whines softly, swallowing hard. he aches for it, low heat not quite enough, the rough drag of fabric against him. he hurts with it, precum slick everywhere in his boxers, and he buries his face in jimin’s neck, hips rolling desperately. “please,” he whispers, “please, can’t do this, can’t wait—”
“bathroom,” jimin tells him, and jungkook is glad they’re on the same page because he thinks he might have died otherwise. “find me in ten, gguk, can you do that? ten minutes.”
“are you fucking serious,” jungkook breathes, and jimin laughs softly.
“five,” he amends. “be good, okay? hands off.”
“mhm,” jungkook hums, swallowing hard.
jimin informs the room with a quiet have to pee and then disappears. jungkook stays very tense on the couch, heat pulsing through him, cock achingly hard in his boxers, thighs slick with precum.
five minutes feels like a very long time. he sucks on his bottom lip, stares at the screen blankly. five minutes. he glances at his phone. it’s barely been one.
heat pulses, pulses. he clenches his jaw, slips a hand into his sweats again, digs his palm down. bites hard on his bottom lip, grinds his palm down again, again.
“fuck,” he murmurs, muffles it into the blanket and keeps going, grinds his palm down faster and harder until his breaths are so shaky, feels his stomach pulled tight. his head is hazy, hazy, but he doesn’t think he’s going to come until he gasps quietly, legs tensing as he grinds his palm down again, come sticky everywhere in his boxers.
he shakes, hand slowing, heat still pulsing through him so hard it hurts. swallows hard and pulls his hand from his sweats, checks the time with his cheeks red and tendons in his neck still pulled taught, head spinning.
definitely more than five minutes.
he swallows hard, tugs at his sweats and then stands very quickly, pads out of the room as fast as he can and pulls the bathroom door open.
“came,” he says immediately, cheeks red, “came, i’m sorry—”
“let me see,” jimin breathes, kneeling and pressing him against the wall, dragging his sweats down to reveal the mess inside his boxers. jungkook swallows hard.
“‘m sorry, couldn’t— couldn’t help myself—”
“‘s okay,” jimin murmurs, mouthing over his cock, dragging his tongue along the length of it, “baby’s messy, hm?.”
“fuck,” jungkook whines, “fuck. please— i want— want your cock, please—”
“not here,” jimin reminds him shakily, standing again, hand moving absently between them as he presses kisses to jungkook’s neck, “not here. here, baby, c’mon, down.”
jungkook lets jimin press him down to the floor, and kneels, looks up at him mouth hanging open. jimin stares down at him, hungry.
“want my cock, hm?” he murmurs, pulls his sweats down and tangles his fingers in jungkook’s hair. “you can have it, baby, c’mon—”
jungkook obliges happily, lets jimin feed him his cock and swallows him down, bobs his head, hands coming up to wrap around jimin’s thighs and keep him steady as he works his jaw.
jimin fists his fingers in jungkook’s hair, jerks his head forward and jungkook lets him, squeezes his thighs and lets jimin fuck his mouth, groaning quietly, forehead pressed into the door.
“ shit, gguk,” he breathes, “shit, feels so good—”
“mm,” jungkook hums, hands coming up to drag nails along the back of his thighs.
“shit,” jimin gasps, thighs tensing, “shit, gonna— fuck —”
jungkook takes over for him, bobs his head faster and holds jimin there until he comes with a strangled gasp, hand braced against the door. jungkook swallows down the come, pulls back and pumps his cock lazily as he swipes a free hand across his mouth, looks up wide-eyed at jimin.
“you’re so fucking pretty,” jimin murmurs, eyes dark, “so pretty. you’re mine, gguk-ah, you’re mine.”
“yours,” jungkook whispers, stands and kisses him, tugs him back against the door and slides his hands into his hair, presses yours into his mouth. jimin palms at his cock, hand moving lazily.
“wanna ride my thigh, gguk,” he asks, “wanna ride my thigh, baby? been so patient, for me, c’mon—”
jimin tugs them over, pulls his sweats up, tips the toilet seat down and sits. jungkook climbs into his lap, thigh pressed heavy and warm against his cock. he sucks on his bottom lip, breaths coming heavy.
“yeah,” he murmurs, “yeah, ride— wanna ride you,” he nods, kisses jimin back and then rolls his hips forward.
lets the heat build lazily in his stomach again. lets jimin taste every whimper, every whine as he grinds against him, cock dragging in a line along his thigh, desperate. circles his hips helplessly, nose buried in jimin’s neck.
“feel good, baby?” jimin murmurs, voice rough, arms tight around his middle, “feel good?”
“mm,” jungkook whines, grinding against him, faster, “mm, yeah— yeah, shit—”
it sneaks up on him again. he catches just his thighs tensing, his head dizzy with the heat, before he’s coming against jimin’s thigh with a gasp, fingers digging into his arms. whines, presses himself into jimin’s neck, clings.
“so good, did so good,” jimin murmurs, “so pretty when you come, gguk-ah. good, so patient. mine, gguk-ah, mine.”
“yours,” jungkook mumbles, squeezes him close.
he pulls back, kisses him slow and lazy, head still dizzy with his orgasm. swallows hard and looks down at his come all over jimin’s sweats, winces.
“now what,” he asks quietly, and jimin seems to realize the same.
“i steal a pair from seokjin, i guess,” he says, and jungkook laughs softly. “we’ll say you got sick, i had to take you home, yeah? i’ll— here, gimme your hoodie.”
“mhm,” jungkook hums, pulls it over his head and stands, watches jimin wrap it around himself. he feels wobbly around the knees, tired and wants jimin close. steps close and plays with the hem of his shirt, presses kisses to his shoulder.
“i know, baby,” jimin coos, “i know. let’s go, let’s get out of here, yeah? go put your shoes on, i’ll tell them.”
“mm,” jungkook hums, pads out of the bathroom still a little dizzy, boxers sticky and uncomfortable. slides his shoes on, and hears jimin come up behind him, hand lingering on his shoulder while he puts his shoes on too.
“okay,” jimin whispers, “let’s go, baby, c’mon—”
“feel better, jungkookie,” comes seokjin’s voice from behind them, and jungkook startles.
‘t-thanks,” he stutters, shooting him a smile. seokjin waves, watches the door close. jungkook presses his back to the door once they’re out in the harsh light of the hallway, and sighs. “oh, shit.”
jimin laughs, grabs his hand. “i know, baby. we can do more or we can jus’ sleep, if you want, once we’re home.”
“yeah,” jungkook nods dumbly, follows after him and lets jimin take him home.
they do just sleep, once they get home.
jimin pulls him into the shower and cleans him up, hands gentle, and then sticks to his side while jungkook pulls on clean clothes and presses himself into jimin’s side, head hazy with sleep and still kind of riding the high.
“sorry,” he mumbles, arms wrapping tight around jimin, “sorry, know ‘m always clingy, after—”
“i like it,” jimin murmurs, hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, “don’t worry, baby, i like it. like taking care of you like this, okay? don’t worry.”
jungkook goes faint pink, hides his face in jimin’s shoulder and nods. jimin laughs softly. lets them sway there, jungkook still weak at the knees and clinging to him, slowly catching his breath and coming down off the high, the heat of it.
“let’s go to bed,” jimin murmurs, and jungkook nods.
jimin waits for him to move before he walks them back and into the bed. jungkook keeps his fingers clutched tight in jimin’s hoodie, curls into him under the covers and sighs, nuzzles into his neck.
“‘m glad we’re not seeing other people,” he whispers, eyes sliding closed.
“i really, really like you,” jimin whispers back, “gguk. really, really.”
“yeah, me too,” jungkook sighs, content, “really, really.”
jimin hugs him close, hands finding his waist under his hoodie and holding him tight, and jungkook falls asleep warm and pillowed all over, tired in the best way.
thread > taemin
taemin
> hey, is this jungkook?
jk
> yeah whos this?
taemin
> hi :) im taemin
> we were on the dance team together for a bit, last year
jk
> oh hi!!
taemin
> haha hi
> i got your number from a friend, hope its ok
jk
> yeah ofc, no problem
taemin
> cool haha
> i just wanted to talk to you a bit more
> i feel like we had a thing when we were on the dance team but i never actually got around to talking to you
jk
> oh yeah! sure
taemin
> cool :)
> would you wanna get dinner sometime? my treat
jk
> oh, sure yeah
> you dont have to pay for it though
taemin
> i want to, dw :)
> when are you free?
“what’re you doing, baby,” jimin murmurs, lips pressed to his shoulder.
jungkook tips his head back, looks at him. he’s in jimin’s lap, curled up on the couch. naruto in the background, but he honestly thought jimin was asleep until now. jungkook lifts his phone, shows him the texts.
“‘s a guy from dance,” jungkook tells him. “he’s nice.”
jimin’s hands squeeze around his middle.
jk
> i can do thursday
> could we do lunch instead?
“gguk,” jimin mumbles. “gguk, what’re doing doing?”
jungkook frowns. “texting? what,” he asks, turning to him. jimin’s eyes are scanning the texts. jaw clenched, nails digging just slightly into skin.
“thought you were mine,” jimin says quietly, voice small. jungkook frowns. looks at the texts. back to him.
“i am,” he says. “huh?”
jimin nods to the phone. “he’s taking you to dinner and paying for it,” he points out quietly.
“oh,” jungkook realizes. “oh my god, wait— i didn’t,” he laughs, “wait, let me—”
jk
> is this a date??
taemin
> i hoped so yeah haha
“oh wow, i’m stupid,” jungkook mumbles, cheeks heating, and jimin laughs against him. presses a messy kiss to his neck.
“you seriously didn’t know?”
“no,” jungkook whines, reading through the texts again. “he just said he wanted to talk to me more! i thought it was— we were friends, before, what—”
“he said you had a thing, ” jimin points to the screen, and jungkook huffs.
“i thought he meant like, a connection, or something, not like, a thing, what is this—”
jimin laughs fondly, thumbs smoothing up his sides. “you’re adorable. tell him you can’t.”
“yeah, ‘course,” jungkook mumbles, cheeks still warm.
jk
> sorry omg i had no idea
> im taken sorry
taemin
> ohh
> my bad lol
> heard you were single is all
> no worries
jk
> lol ty
“taken,” jimin echoes, mouth steadily dragging up his neck. “you’re taken?”
jungkook blinks. “um,” he says. is that not what not seeing other people means. is taken too couple-y, is jimin not thinking the same thing— “yes?”
“mm,” jimin hums, hands slipping low around his hips, “that’s right, baby, you’re taken.”
oh, jungkook thinks, cheeks heating.
he lets jimin’s hand sneak low, wrap around him and he comes trembling against him, before he climbs out of his lap and onto the floor and gets jimin gasping against the couch. surges up and kisses him against the cushions, jimin’s hands everywhere, pulling him down into his lap.
they spend the afternoon there, jungkook riding him slow on the couch, lazy kisses as the sun sets.
thread > yoongi
jk
> hi!!!!!
> :DDD
yoongi
> hi lol
> whats up? ur excited
jk
> i ammmm officiallyyyyy
> taken!!!
> (by jimin)
yoongi
> !!!!!
> im so happy for u
> howd it happen?
jk
> lol
> this guy texted me out of nowhere and i didnt realize he was asking me on a date till jimin pointed it out lmao
> i told him i was taken and jimin was like. damn right u are
> and you can imagine the rest
yoongi
> tmi
> but !!!!
> how does it feel
jk
> im so happyyyy
yoongi
> im glad :))
“hi,” jungkook grins.
jimin is barely awake.
“hi, hi, hi,” he giggles, leans down over him and presses hi in kisses to his face. jimin laughs and his hands come up to grab at jungkook’s sides, pull him down.
“what is it,” he asks, voice rough and cracking with sleep. eyes still half-open, narrowed in the light. so fond. “what is it, baby, tell me.”
“happy,” jungkook tells him, “happy, hyung.”
jimin smiles, slow and wide. “yeah?” he chuckles, hands smoothing up his sides, “i’m glad, gguk, i’m happy too.”
“you know,” jungkook says, pulls back. he straddles jimin’s hips, shuffles up. places both his palm on his chest, and then leans down. eyes wide, eyebrows raised. “do you want to know how long i’ve liked you?”
jimin chuckles soft, squeezes him around the middle. “how long?”
“since i met you,” jungkook tells him in a dramatic whisper. “can you believe that?”
jimin grins. “really? why didn’t you do anything?”
“you were too pretty,” jungkook tells him honestly, watches his eyes crinkle in a smile of disbelief and then the blush on his cheeks when he realizes jungkook isn’t joking. “and i liked us as friends, too. i was plenty patient.”
“hm,” jimin chuckles, “yeah, i was less patient. d’you remember when you went clubbing with me for the first time?”
jungkook pouts, thinks. he vaguely does, remembers thinking pretty boy who i kind of have a crush on is coming with me and tae, and then remembers slightly freaking out all night when he caught jimin staring a couple times.
“mhm,” he hums. “did you want me then?”
“yeah,” jimin chuckles, “and i mean. after i had you like that, in the club. didn’t take very long for me to want you like this, too.”
jungkook grins. “you’re telling me all i had to do was like, grind on you once, and then you caught feelings?”
jimin laughs, pulls him down into a kiss full of teeth and smiles. jungkook giggles into it, runs his hands up jimin’s chest and kisses him sweet, kisses him soft and kisses him with everything behind it. no heat, just everything, everything, everything.
“i really, really like you,” jungkook laughs when he pulls away, “holy shit, do i like you.”
“yeah?” jimin chuckles, palms warm and solid against his waist. “guess what, gguk-ah?”
jungkook grins. “what,” he asks.
jimin thumbs over the hem of his sweats, drags him down again and kisses him steady, slow. jungkook sucks in a breath, lets himself be kissed.
heat, coiling somewhere deep in his stomach. feels it settle, feels it stay there.
jimin pulls back, leans up, presses a kiss to his forehead.
“i like you too.”