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Arriving home from work, Jungkook made his way through the narrow corridor of the apartment, gently pulling his tie-knot side to side, loosening it. He untied the cloth, letting the ends hang freely across his front as he continued on, popping open the first few buttons of his dress shirt, sighing in relief at the freedom—ties always made him feel suffocated. He unfastened the cuff links and rolled up his sleeves as he reached the bedroom, walking through the open doorway.

Upon entering, Jungkook was greeted by the unintentionally alluring sight of Jimin bent over an open drawer, rummaging through the compartment. He was clad in nothing but a well-worn cream sweater, the bottom of the garment having hiked up at the back due to his posture, revealing a pair of pretty peach coloured panties, the silky material of the undergarment letting out a lustrous sheen under the low lights.

Jungkook’s mouth watered at the display and he swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Jimin’s ample ass filled out the panties so nicely, looking like an enticingly plump peach, and he found himself adjusting the collar of his shirt, feeling hot and bothered. His gaze travelled downwards, ravenously taking in the sight of the back of Jimin’s defined, thick legs; the skin smooth and radiant, an effect of the moisturiser Jimin used in routine.

Sight alone not enough to appease him, Jungkook moved forward, his sock-clad feet sliding quietly against the wooden floor as he closed in on his unaware boyfriend. He placed his hands on the side of Jimin’s hips, an amused expression taking over his face as Jimin jumped, his body straightening up and a startled yelp tearing its way out of his throat.

“Shh…it’s just me, babe,” Jungkook chuckled lowly, crowding Jimin so that he could wrap his arms around his waist and hug him to his chest. He nuzzled along Jimin’s shoulder, his eyelashes fluttering and nostrils flaring at the familiar scent of Jimin’s natural, sweet aroma and the fruity fragrance he was so fond of using. He smelled like home.

Jimin struggled his way out of Jungkook’s hold, turning around to push at Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook, you jerk! Don’t fucking scare me like that!”

He bristled further when he saw the corner of Jungkook’s lips twitching, clearly trying to hold back his laughter—quite miserably if you asked him.

“Wha—why are you laughing?” Jimin asked exasperated, a petulant edge lacing his tone. “It’s not funny! Kook!” He balled his hands in to fists, hitting Jungkook’s chest in succession, applying little force behind the blows. Jungkook just raised his hands up in surrender, his eyes crinkling at the corners, filled with mirth.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Jungkook said in between snickers, his nose scrunching up. He had tried his best to appear serious but he couldn’t himself. Jimin looked like an angry, ruffled kitten; his boyfriend wasn’t exactly the definition of intimidating, engulfed in an over-sized sweater, raining down on him with tiny fists of fury. He had sweater paws for God’s sake. How was it possible for someone to be so adorable without even realizing, let alone trying? Ah, his boyfriend was going to kill him with cuteness.

Jimin folded his arms over his chest, his bottom lip jutting out, unimpressed.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jungkook muttered, huffing out a small laugh as he cupped Jimin’s face in his hands, leaning down to kiss his pout away. “Don’t be upset.”

He continued peppering quick, soft kisses against Jimin’s lips until his resolve broke. Jimin moved to wrap his arms around Jungkook’s neck, interlocking his fingers behind Jungkook’s nape as he lifted himself up on his toes to seal their lips together in a proper kiss.

Jungkook tilted his head, losing himself in to the kiss as he revelled at the soft plushness of Jimin’s rosy lips; tasting the sweet, minty warmth of his breath. He let his hands slide down Jimin’s skin, his touch feather light as he traced his fingers across Jimin’s neck, making his way across the soft, smooth skin of the junction where Jimin’s neck curved to form his shoulder until he reached the edge of the sweaters neckline, enjoying the way Jimin shivered at his touch, Jimin’s lips trembling against his, his breath hitching slightly.

Their kiss turned more amorous as Jungkook slipped his tongue past Jimin’s parted lips; quiet moans reverberating in their throats at the warm, slick slide of their tongues.

Jungkook dragged his hands along the plush, softness of the delicate cashmere sweater, taking in every dip and ripple while he licked across the roof of Jimin’s mouth, running his tongue along Jimin’s teeth, swallowing his moans and sighs.  

Jimin gasped in to Jungkook’s mouth when Jungkook grabbed a handful of his ass, kneading the flesh lightly. Jimin pulled back, his lips curled up in amusement as he stared up in to Jungkook’s eyes. “If I’d have known you’d be in such a mood I would’ve put on the sexy lingerie,” Jimin said teasingly, playing with the baby hairs at the back of Jungkook’s neck.

“What? So you’re telling me this isn’t for me?” Jungkook said, trailing his hands over the cool, supple fabric of the panties.

Jimin removed his arms from around Jungkook’s neck, pulling Jungkook in with a grip around the loose ends of his tie. “That’s right. Sometimes I like to treat myself when you’re not home,” Jimin whispered lowly, his lips fluttering against Jungkook’s as he spoke.

“Yeah…?” Jungkook replied hoarsely, his pupils dilating. “How?”

A tremor made its way up Jimin’s spine as Jungkook slipped his hands under his sweater, raking his nails over the bare skin lightly, causing goose bumps to rise over his skin.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” Jimin said, looking up at Jungkook through his lashes. He leaned closer to whisper in Jungkook’s ear, twirling the tie in his grip. “I’ll give you a hint. I’m still wearing it.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered, framing Jimin’s hips with his hands, he guided Jimin until Jimin’s back was pressed against the wall. He towered over the smaller male, caging him in with his hand planted firmly on the wall.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, breathing heavily, exchanging warm puffs of air.

They moved to close the distance between each other at the same time; Jimin lifted himself up on his toes, his head tilting up as he curled a hand around Jungkook’s nape, urging Jungkook to lower down, who met him half-way.

They moved their lips together haphazardly, exchanging sloppy, wet kisses. Jungkook forced Jimin’s legs apart, shoving his own leg between Jimin’s open thighs.

“F-fuck.” Jimin’s breath hitched, coming out in short, quick puffs as he started to work his hips to rub against the thick expanse of Jungkook’s thigh, his grinding turning slightly desperate as the fabric of his panties created heat inducing friction against his throbbing cock. A litany of pleas and curses spilled from his lips, desperation lacing his tone. He wanted to get off so bad.

“You like that,” Jungkook said huskily, his eyes locked on the way the plush cushion of Jimin’s bottom lip compressed under the press of Jimin's teeth. “You want to cum so desperately, you’ll resort to humping my leg like a bitch in heat?”

Jimin whined helplessly as Jungkook’s words caused another surge of arousal to pool in to his pelvis, and he gyrated his hips harder, rubbing against Jungkook with harsh movements.

“Fuck, Kook, please,” Jimin muttered, his eyebrows furrowed, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. The friction wasn’t enough to get him off and the desperate need for release started to feel like an itch he couldn’t scratch. It was agonizing.

Jungkook skimmed along Jimin’s jawline, nipping at the skin as he moved on towards Jimin’s ear. Jimin shivered when Jungkook ran his tongue along the shell of his ear, trailing down to nibble on his lobe and tug on it. His eyelashes fluttered and he sucked in a harsh breath as Jungkook latched on to the sensitive skin under his neck, working the skin in to a reddish hue.

A frustrated whine teared it’s way out of his throat when Jungkook pulled his leg away, taking away his only source of friction.

“Hush, baby,” Jungkook murmured, tracing his teeth across Jimin’s collarbone as Jimin shuffled his feet, unsettled and frustrated. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

He lowered himself down on to his knees, taking his time in lifting Jimin’s sweater, letting the glossy peach panties peak out slowly like the buildup to the climax. He traced his tongue over his—already wet—lips, taking in the sight of the supple material stretching out obscenely under the stress of Jimin’s hardened bulge. The saliva in his mouth thickened, and he traced his fingers softly over the delicate lace trim on the hem of the panties waist, almost entranced. Jimin’s lower abdominal muscles quivered under his touch and Jimin uttered out a desperate plea under his breath, urging him to do something.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Jungkook assured, his voice calm and soothing as he anchored Jimin against the wall with a grip around Jimin’s deliciously thick thighs.

Jungkook dipped himself down to nose along the inside of Jimin’s thigh. He started off just above the side of Jimin’s knee, sucking light hickies on to the skin and then proceeding to press open-mouth kisses over the bruises.

Jimin’s breathing picked up, and he clenched and unclenched his fingers repeatedly as Jungkook’s sucking turned more insistent. Jungkook began to leave darker bruises in his wake as he neared the curved hem of Jimin’s panties.

Jimin inhaled sharply when he felt Jungkook bite down on his sensitive skin.

Jungkook.” He uttered his name out in a shuddering exhale, his voice trembling. Jungkook lapped at the reddish-purple indents marking the skin with his tongue, trying to soothe the ache with slow, languid strokes. Jimin let out a high-pitched whine when Jungkook leaned down to seal his mouth back over the bruised skin, determined to make the mark permanent.

Pulling back, Jungkook took one last look at the wide array of hickies littering the inside of Jimin’s thigh like splotches of paint. Satisfied with his handiwork, he shifted, coming face-to-face with the protruding tent in Jimin’s panties—begging for attention.

“You must be aching,” Jungkook said, letting out a pleased hum when Jimin’s cock twitched reflexively. “Tell me, how bad do you want it? Where do you want me?”

As he said this, he stared up at Jimin, intently taking in the way Jimin’s Adam’s apple bobbled as he swallowed thickly.

Jimin swiped his tongue over his parched lips, leaning to rest his head back against the wall as he closed his eyes shut, trying to gain some control over his composure.

“Fuck, Kook, please. Want you to take me in. Want your mouth, please.

Jungkook relished Jimin’s high-pitched gasp when he thumbed across one of the bruises on his thigh while leaning closer to trace his lips across the bulge in his panties teasingly. He mouthed at the material jutting out, suckling over the head of Jimin’s cock, whirling his tongue around the fabric enthusiastically.

“Oh fuck—unghhh!” Jimin’s hips jolted, his sensitivity rocketing up as his cock was forced to rub against the fabric of his panties, the crepe texture feeling rough on his over-stimulated arousal. The material was wet with his pre-come, and he could feel a cooling sensation as Jungkook continued to swirl his tongue over his panties, sucking on the garment sporadically.

His hips twitched up, seeking back the moist, warmth of Jungkook’s mouth when he pulled away.

“Kook, stop teasing,” he said through gritted teeth.

Jungkook just hummed in reply, the corner of his lip curling up in to a lazy smirk as he pulled the waistband of Jimin’s panties away, only to let the elastic snap back sharply against Jimin’s skin.

Jimin whimpered pitifully at the sting. He reached out to rub at the skin but Jungkook just forced his hand back by his side. Jungkook made a tsk-ing sound under his breath, before saying: “You can’t touch.”

A frustrated huff left Jimin’s lips before he let out a drawn-out needy whine.

“Okay, okay, baby. I know you’ve waited long enough.”

Jungkook pulled the waistband down, letting Jimin’s cock flop out, ignoring Jimin’s soft hiss as his sensitive cock was exposed to the cold, biting air. Jimin’s cock was hard and throbbing, extending out in to a curve. The head was an angry shade of pink; thick, clear fluid dripped down the fat knob like long pieces of string.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping,” Jungkook said, his pupils blown wide. “Look at you dirtying your panties like a messy boy, hmm.”

He framed Jimin’s hips with his hands, holding him in place as he leaned down to swipe his tongue over his cock—once, then twice. He smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, swallowing the slightly salty and tangy taste of pre-cum.

“Yes, Kook, please.”

Jimin’s trembling hands reached out to tangle themselves in Jungkook’s hair when Jungkook pulled the head of his cock in to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the knob vigorously, making sure to swipe up all the pre-cum and replace it with his saliva. Jungkook applied a gentle suction to the head causing an overwhelmed keen to tear its way out of Jimin’s throat. Jungkook let the tip of his tongue press down on the opening of Jimin’s cock, moving the appendage to flick it over the sensitive slit in kitten licks.

Jungkook bobbed his head over a small length of the cock, his lips catching against the corona every time he pulled back, causing Jimin’s breath to hitch as he let out little hiccups. He continued this motion for a little while before letting the cock slip out of his mouth. He used his hand to spread the coat of his saliva across the whole length, sliding his fist up-and-down over it languidly.

“You like that?” He asked, tonguing the inside of his own cheek, as he looked up at Jimin, continuing to pump his hand with slow, long strokes.


Chuckling lowly at Jimin’s nonsensical response, Jungkook took in a long drag of air before leaning down to take Jimin’s cock in to his mouth. His jaw slackened, and he let the muscles in his throat relax as he took Jimin's cock in deeper and deeper, exhaling through his nose while doing so.

Oh God—“ A thud resounded in the room as the back of Jimin’s head made contact with the wall. “F-fuck Kook, just like that.”

Jungkook flattened his tongue further as the tip of Jimin’s cock grazed the back of his throat, his throat muscles convulsing around it. His senses were overwhelmed with the raw, heady taste that was purely Jimin. He let the cock rest in his mouth, enjoying the weight of it across his tongue as he calmly breathed through his nose.

He was thankful he didn’t have a sensitive gag reflex, probably a result of years of shoving things in to his mouth when he was younger.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, moving his tongue side-to-side leisurely, letting it fondle the underside of Jimin’s cock.

“Oh God, y-yes, ungghh…” Jimin breathed out, his hands moving restlessly, sliding down from Jungkook’s head to his shoulders, and making their way back. He let out a guttural sound as the black-haired man began to move his head, swallowing him down to the hilt before pulling back until only the head remained, repeating the process.

Egged on by the unintelligible sounds of encouragement pouring out of Jimin’s parted lips, Jungkook pulled back a bit as he curled his tongue to tease at the small v-shaped area nestled underside the head—the frenulum.

Jimin felt himself go weak in the knees, his thighs beginning to quiver involuntarily as Jungkook continued to bob his head zealously, playing with the head of his cock with his deft tongue. His breathing picked up at a rapid pace, interjected with little hiccups as he neared his orgasm.

“F-fuck, fuck, so close, so close.

Jimin’s hips bucked jerkily when Jungkook pulled back, letting Jimin’s rock-hard cock fall out of his open lips.

A slightly delirious sob sounded from Jimin’s throat, and he reached down to take his cock in to his hand, only to be restrained by Jungkook. Jungkook encircled his hands around Jimin’s wrists, keeping his grip firm but delicate.

“No,” Jimin whined pitifully, struggling to get his arms free from Jungkook’s unrelenting hold. “I was s-so close, let me cum. Please.

“You’ll get to cum, but only on my cock,” Jungkook replied, his tone resolute. He tugged on Jimin’s wrists, urging him to listen. “Got it?”

Jimin took a few heaving breaths before nodding his head, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. There was no point in fighting it; Jungkook’s word was final.

“Let’s take this off,” Jungkook said, tugging at the panties. He pulled them down Jimin’s legs, coaxing Jimin to take each foot out, before discarding them off to the side.

“C’mon lift your right leg over me,” Jungkook instructed, placing a guiding hand at the back of Jimin’s knee, helping Jimin lift his leg up over his shoulder.

“Okay, that’s it,” he said as Jimin adjusted himself until he was properly balanced, placing his hand over Jungkook’s other shoulder for support.

Jungkook popped his index finger in to his mouth, coating it with saliva before reaching down between Jimin’s legs to locate his asshole. He tickled Jimin’s balls along the way, taking delight in the way Jimin bodily shuddered, his hips jolting.

Jungkook’s eyebrow arched up when his fingers grazed over something cool and smooth between Jimin’s asscheeks. He looked up at Jimin. “What’s this? A butt plug?”

“Tell me baby,” he continued, grabbing the base of the plug between his fingers, pushing it in and out languidly. “Is your insatiable little hole so hungry to be filled that you have to find a substitute for my cock. Do you miss my cock that much?”

“Unghh,” Jimin replied back unintelligibly, his brain short-circuiting as little pulses of pleasure shot up his spine like electric sparks; his cock pulsating helplessly, spurting out pre-cum as the curve of the plug brushed up against his swollen prostate every time Jungkook pushed in.

“C’mon tell me, do you only use the plug or do you stuff yourself up with anything you can get your hands on? Tell me.

Jimin’s eyes widened, his mouth splayed open in a choked up cry as Jungkook pressed at the base of the plug until it was pushed up to the hilt, pressing firmly against his prostate. His senses overloaded and his hips jerked up, trying to relieve the press against his prostate, only for Jungkook to follow after him, continuing to push at the base of the plug cruelly. Pre-cum poured out of Jimin’s pulsating cock in a profuse stream.

“I’m going to keep this pressed up against you until you give me an answer.”

Jimin tried to speak up but he could only babble out nonsensically in reply, his tongue loose in his mouth. He took in a few large gulps of air, feeling relieved when Jungkook pulled the plug back, giving him time to compose himself.

“J-just my fingers a-and the plug,” Jimin spoke up after a few seconds, lisping slightly. “Kook, please, wanna cum so bad. Want your cock.”

“What, is the plug not enough?” Jungkook asked rhetorically, pulling the plug out at an excruciatingly slow pace, letting Jimin feel the stretch of the widest part of the plug.

Jimin’s breath hitched as his rim extended around the plug, trying to accommodate the thick girth making it’s way out of him. “Ughh! Wanna be filled by your fat cock. I’ll be so g-good. Please, please.”

His voice wavered at the end as the plug slipped out of him completely and his rim contracted back to it’s original size, spasming a few times, adjusting to being empty after being stretched open for so long.

Jimin’s cock throbbed painfully when Jungkook pulled the weighty stainless steel plug up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it as he sucked at the tip while maintaining eye contact with Jimin—his gaze dark and full of promise.

Jimin whined, all petulant and needy. “Stop teasing me, Kook, just fuck me. God. I’m open and stretched, you just have to fuck m-“

His voice broke out in to a squeak as Jungkook shoved two fingers in to his asshole without warning, flexing and stretching them inside before pulling them back out.

“Sorry, was checking if you’ve lubed yourself properly, you can continue if you want to,” Jungkook said cheekily, ducking his head down to the side when Jimin aimed a hit at him.

“Okay, okay, I’ll fuck you, just let me get the lube,” he said, laughing through his words. He gently let Jimin’s leg slide off of his shoulder before getting up, dusting the non-existent dust off of his trousers.

Jungkook stretched his legs out a bit as he made his way over to the bedside table, pulling the lube out of the drawer and placing it on top of the table. He began to unbuckle his belt with deft fingers, tugging it out of the loops before pushing at the waist of his trouser, letting it slide past his hips.

Jimin stared, his throat clogging up, as Jungkook pulled his legs out of the tailored trousers, revealing the tantalizing sight underneath: a black-coloured elastic band was wrapped around each of his toned, muscled thighs; three suspender-like straps that extended vertically from each band were hooked to the bottom of his shirt with metal clips, keeping the garment stretched down.

Jungkook was wearing the shirt garter Jimin had gotten him. He’d mostly gotten it as a joke to tease Jungkook and get him flustered, but he hadn’t actually expected him to wear it.

“You actually wore it,” Jimin spoke up, his voice coming out a bit croaky. Fuck, Jungkook’s thighs were bulging out so deliciously underneath the bands.

“Oh yeah, this is actually very useful, I don’t have to keep tucking my shirt back in,” Jungkook replied back casually, shucking away his trousers. He reached down, about to undo one of the clips when Jimin spoke out abruptly. “Don’t do it!”

Jungkook looked up in alarm, his eyes wide. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I…uh…want you to fuck me with it on,” Jimin replied, fidgeting a bit, running his fingers through his hair.

“Really?” Jungkook took a glance down as if trying to understand the appeal.

“I’m serious, you look hot wearing it.” As soon as the words left Jimin’s lips he knew he shouldn’t have said them because the corner of Jungkook’s lip curled up in a smirk, and he tilted his head with a jerk, tonguing the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t get cocky,” Jimin said, gesturing at Jungkook. “Come here, I’ll put the lube on you.”

Jungkook snorted, grabbing the bottle off the table, making his way towards him.

He handed the lube over to Jimin, crowding him against the wall, busying himself with trailing his lips down the line of Jimin’s neck as Jimin opened the cap of the bottle, squeezing out a few dollops of the lubricant over his palm, before discarding the bottle off to the side.

Jimin was about to unzip the front of Jungkook’s boxer-briefs when Jungkook pulled at the neck of his sweater, exposing more of his shoulder so that he could pepper delicate, little kisses over the skin. Jimin shivered, his eyelashes fluttering as little tingles of pleasure trickled through him every time Jungkook’s soft, slightly chapped lips grazed over his sensitive skin.

“Stop that,” Jimin said, a suppressed giggle making it’s way out of his throat. “It tickles, I can’t focus.”

He pressed his palm against Jungkook’s clothed shoulder, pushing him lightly. Jungkook pulled away, not before pressing his lips against Jimin’s, stealing a quick kiss.

Jimin reached down between their bodies to unzip Jungkook’s fly and pull his cock out. He took the cock in to his fist, pumping his hand up and down over the length of it, letting the lubricant spread over it. Jungkook’s cock was so hot and heavy in his hand, Jimin swallowed down the urge to run his tongue over the prominent vein marking the dorsal side of the cock and then take it in to his mouth—however, the urge to get fucked was greater.

Jungkook sucked in a harsh shuddering breath, leaning down to rest his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder as Jimin continued to stroke his fist over his cock, coaxing him in to full hardness.

“There you go,” Jimin murmured, letting go of his rigid cock. Jungkook pulled up from Jimin’s shoulder, moving to capture Jimin’s lips in a harsh kiss that was more teeth than anything.

Jimin leaned further against the wall, lifting his leg up to wrap it around Jungkook’s hip as Jungkook pressed closer to him, aligning their bodies together.

“Mmmph! Babe, can you lift me up?” Jimin asked, breaking away from the kiss. Jungkook gave a jerky nod in reply, reaching over to grab the back of Jimin’s thighs with a firm grip as Jimin wrapped his arms tightly over his shoulders, hiking his other leg up around his hip as well, straddling his waist.

Jimin let out a suppressed yelp when Jungkook straightened his back, hoisting him up higher, hardly breaking a sweat in the process.

“Hold on to me more firmly,” Jungkook instructed, his voice coming out slightly strained as he braced Jimin’s back against the wall for leverage, shifting some of Jimin’s weight on one hand, clutching the back of his thigh firmly as he freed his other hand to align his cock against Jimin’s opening.

Jimin let out a quiet gasp as the head of Jungkook’s cock caught against his swollen rim, before Jungkook adjusted his grip and let the tip breach him.

Jungkook splayed his hand back under Jimin’s thigh, keeping his grasp firm and steady as he slowly lowered Jimin down on to his cock with a sound that was half-grunt, half-groan escaping from his mouth.

“Oh God…” Jimin’s jaw slacked, his eye lids drooping down as Jungkook’s cock pierced him open, sliding through his sensitive ring of muscles, pushing deep in to him until his bottom was pressed firmly against Jungkook pelvis.

Everything felt so magnified and intense; Jimin could feel the entirety of Jungkook cock inside of him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jungkook rumbled, beginning to move his hips, pumping in to Jimin with long, shallow thrusts. “So damn tight.”

Jimin squeezed his thighs around Jungkook’s waist, arching his back to force Jungkook deeper in to him, working his hips to bounce back on his cock.

“Yeah, just like that. Just like that,” Jungkook encouraged, his breath coming out in short, quick pants as he began to rock his hips harder, applying more force behind his thrusts. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh of Jimin’s ass in his hands, feeling the cheeks jiggle in his grip.

“A-ah, ah.” Jimin was lost in a haze of pleasure as Jungkook’s cock dragged along his warm, slick walls, penetrating deep inside of him to graze against his prostrate sporadically. He let out tiny, suppressed whimpers as his weeping cock was forced to rub against Jungkook’s shirt, stuck between their two bodies—utterly neglected. His hand twitched with the urge to reach down and take his cock in to his hand but he could only hold on, forced to lock his arms tightly around Jungkook’s shoulders as Jungkook continued to pound in to him so hard that his back would knock against the wall with every thrust.

Jungkook’s breath was coming out in harsh, rough pants. The muscles in his arms bulged under the cover of his shirt, straining with the effort of having to hold up Jimin’s weight while fucking in to him. Jungkook was a sight to behold with the top half of his shirt splayed open to reveal a bit of his chest, his undone tie hanging around his neck purposelessly. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the prominent veins running along his arms.

Jimin yelped, his hands scrambling to clutch at Jungkook’s broad shoulders as Jungkook lifted him up higher until only the head of his cock remained inside of him, letting Jimin sink back down on his cock slowly.

“Oh God,” Jimin groaned, pinching his lips between his teeth as Jungkook’s cock filled him to the brim, the new angle causing his prostate to be stimulated.

“You like that?” Jungkook asked.

Jungkook kept lifting Jimin up and dropping him back down on his cock like it was easy, like another weightlifting session at the gym. The display of Jungkook’s strength, his complete control over the pace and depth of his thrusts, the way Jimin could only hold on and take what Jungkook had to give sent a rush of arousal to his cock.

Jimin felt like his breath got punched out of him when Jungkook pulled his hips back, shifting a bit before ramming his cock back up in to him hard. Jimin’s body jolted up with the sheer force of the thrust, and he gurgled, clinging unto Jungkook desperately as Jungkook kept himself buried to the hilt, rolling his hips in small, tight circles.

Jimin cried out, his eyebrows pinching together and jaw slacking open as the head of Jungkook’s cock gyrated against his prostate, sending a string of electric arousal through him. He felt overwhelmed with sensations as a radiating warmth spread out in his pelvis, a feeling of fullness creeping up in to his urethra until he felt like he was going to pee.

A-ah…Kook…feels weird….unghhh,” Jimin whined, digging his nails in to Jungkook’s shoulder, his back curving inwards. He tried to hold himself back from letting go, clenching down on the muscles in his cock, but that only made the sensation more intense.

The tension built up inside of him until he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm but his body refused to tip over, trapping him in that excruciating pre-orgasmic high. His rigid cock kept pulsing pitifully, spilling out pre-cum in streams.

The stimulation of his prostate was too much and not enough—all at the same. He needed his cock to be stimulated as well. He needed it so bad.

“Ungnghhh…f-fuck…wanna cum please…o-oh G-god.”

Jimin let out an agonised whine as Jungkook slowed his thrusts down to a halt.

“You sounded like you’d just cum,” Jungkook said, sounding a bit breathless. He bowed his head, taking a look between their bodies. “Fuck, you’re leaking so much, my fucking shirt is wet.”

Jimin removed his hand from Jungkook’s shoulder with the intention of wrapping it around his cock, but Jungkook stopped him mid-way, his voice low but authoritative.

“If you touch yourself I’m not going to let you cum for two weeks.”

“Nnngghh, please I wanna cum so bad it hurts,” Jimin whined feebly, already knowing it would be futile.

He gasped, his hands fumbling for purchase, as Jungkook began to fuck his cock in and out of him again at a deep and steady pace.

“What did I tell you about cumming?” Jungkook asked, sliding his hands down the back of Jimin’s thighs, cupping him under the knees, forcing his legs to spread further—forcing him to take him in deeper.

 “O-only — hnngh…Only on your-r cock,” Jimin slurred out, lisping his words.

“That’s right.”

A harsh sounding sob made it’s way out of Jimin’s throat as Jungkook widened his stance, planting his feet on the floor more firmly, grounding himself further as he bent his knees, jutting his hips outwards and up with more force.

Jimin felt like he was being split apart, he could feel his composure tearing away at the seams. Jungkook kept filling him up to the brink, over and over again, his thrusts harsh and full of vigour despite having exerted himself so much already. His stamina was ridiculous.

Sweat sheened across Jungkook’s forehead, a bead of sweat making it’s way down from his temple. He was clutching the meat of Jimin’s thighs with a tight grip, his fingers digging in to the soft skin, and the thought of Jimin’s skin being marked with the imprints of his finger-tips was so tantalising that it had him snapping his hips up with abandon, setting up an almost animalistic pace.

Jimin’s back collided against the wall, scraping against it every time Jungkook fucked in to him.

“Ahhh…hnnngh.…” Jimin could feel the intense sensation beginning to simmer inside of him again, causing his toes to curl and flex. “Unghghhh…touch my cock please.

“You don’t need it,” Jungkook panted out. “You can do it, you can cum on my cock alone.”

“I can’t,” Jimin cried out, his voice slightly delirious; he felt overwhelmed, too fucked out. He was so close to coming, but he wasn’t there yet, couldn’t get there yet.

“Yes you can. And you will.”

Jungkook kept drilling his cock in to Jimin, determined to force the orgasm out of him, and Jimin struggled to hold on through the uncontrollable tremors passing through his body, a string of unintelligible babble spilling out of his lips.

His heart was beating at an increasingly rapid pace, and the radiating pleasure kept building up, intensified by the shock-like pulses travelling through him every time Jungkook’s cock grazed his prostate.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…”

His orgasm was slow in coming, but when it did, it came upon him like a monstrous tide upon a ship at sea during a raging storm as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure smashed through his pelvis causing his body to bow over at the sheer force of his orgasm.

Jimin raked his nails up and down over Jungkook’s back, his body quivering with complete abandon as he tried to ride out the torturous pleasure; his abdominal muscles were flexing and spasming so hard that he was worried they were going to cramp.

Jungkook hissed through gritted teeth, the muscles in his jaw twitching, as Jimin’s walls clenched around his cock, enclosing it with a vice-like grip, forcing him still. His orgasm was forced out of him as Jimin’s slick, warm walls continued to convulse around his cock, massaging him thoroughly. He came in to Jimin with a quiet grunt, filling him up with thick, warm spurts of cum.

Jimin was stuck there in Jungkook’s hold, letting out choked up sounds, gasping for breath, the veins in his neck bulging out visibly as his orgasms came one after another, wave after wave of arousal and euphoria ascending on top of the other. His hard cock continued to pulse furiously, the slit clenching and unclenching as it tried to spew out fluid, only to come up empty.

Ugggh, not again,” Jimin sobbed out as another intense wave washed over him; his legs tried to draw in on themselves reflexively, only to be kept in place by Jungkook’s firm hold. White spots spouted up in his vision and a dark haze started to cloud his mind, before his eyes rolled back and everything went dark.




Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, and he blinked a few times, trying to clear away the slight blur in his vision. He lifted his head, his eyes searching the room for Jungkook, only to realize that he was alone. Jimin could hear the clattering of appliances coming from the kitchen so he assumed that Jungkook was there. He rested his head back against the pillow, closing his eyes as he stretched his limbs languidly, letting out a quiet, content moan as he felt his joints pop.

Warm tingles were running up and down his body, filling him with a pleasant buzz. He felt relaxed and content like he’d sunk in to a hot spring bath after a long day; there was a slight soreness in his muscles but mostly they felt languid and loose. He felt good.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Jungkook said, coming in to the room, holding a glass of water. Jimin turned his head, raking his eyes over Jungkook, taking in the sight of him now dressed in more comfortable clothes—a black t-shirt and worn-out pyjamas.

Jimin smiled up at Jungkook lazily, raising his arms up while wriggling his fingers. "C'mere, I want kisses."

Jungkook smiled back at him warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corner. He placed the glass on the side-table gingerly, before bending over Jimin, planting his hands on the bed, either side of Jimin, as he leaned down to pepper soft, sweet kisses on his lips.  

“How long was I out?” Jimin asked when Jungkook pulled away to press a kiss on his forehead.

"Thirty-minutes," Jungkook said, pushing himself back up. "Sit up, baby, I want you to drink some water."

 Jimin lifted himself up groggily, bracing his back against the headboard as Jungkook brought the glass up to his lips, tilting it for him to drink. Jimin took a few, tentative sips before taking the glass out of Jungkook's grip, guzzling the water down until the glass was empty. He hadn't realised how thirsty he actually as.

"Scoot over," Jungkook said after Jimin had placed the empty glass back on the table. He climbed up on to the bed, moving to wrap his arms around Jimin, enclosing him in a bear hug as he entangled their legs together, ignoring Jimin's protests and whines about wanting to be the big spoon. Sometimes he liked to use his strength to his advantage, like winning arguments over who should be the big spoon for the night. However, Jimin was persistent and stubborn (and didn't hesitate to play dirty), so Jungkook knew he would end up being his boyfriend's body pillow in a while; he just let himself savour his upper hand for the time being.