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“Kookie?” Jimin asks, squirming under Jungkook’s gaze. “Do you like it?”

Jungkook swallows, belatedly realizing his jaw had dropped and his mouth had been hanging open. He licks his dry lips and blinks for what is probably the first time in maybe the two solid minutes he’d been standing there in silence, staring.

When he’d open the door to their dorms, he hadn’t expected to see Jimin wrapped like a burrito in a blanket and Christmas lights, hopping closer to giggle at Jungkook’s startled expression. He certainly hadn’t expected for Jimin to press close to him, standing on his tiptoes to whisper into his ear, “Unwrap me.”

And when he’d finally wrestled the Christmas lights off of Jimin, the older giggling despite his sultry demeanor beforehand, he certainly hadn’t expected the sight before him now.

“Like it?” Jungkook croaks out. “You’re...”

He stops, almost choking. How can he even begin to find the words to describe how Jimin looks right now?

Jimin’s wearing light blue, thigh high stockings. That alone is enough to set Jungkook into a wild, internal frenzy as he stares at the muscles so beautifully and tightly shrouded in the soft fabric. The tops of the stockings are made of lace, beautifully framing the small sliver of skin left on display. The only other articles of clothing Jimin’s wearing are a long sleeve, white t-shirt, over-sized and draping low enough to cover his ass and groin, and--

Jungkook swallows. A choker, wrapped snugly around Jimin’s beautiful, unmarked neck.

Jimin continues to shift awkwardly, his small, socked feet toeing at the string of lights in a pool beneath him. His fingers play with the hem of his t-shirt and barely miss brushing against the lace of the stockings. “You don’t like it,” he murmurs out, eyes wide and almost glistening as his lips turn out in a slight pout, looking up at Jungkook with fluttering eyelashes.

“No, no no no no,” Jungkook stutters out quickly, hands coming out to grab Jimin’s in reassurance. “You just... You look so fucking good. I...” He stops again, eyes raking down Jimin’s body. The t-shirt is soft and nearly see through, and the stockings---god, Jungkook wants to run his hands along them, wants to drag his fingers over the fabric and feel Jimin’s muscles twitch beneath him in anticipation.

“Yeah?” Jimin asks, looking at Jungkook hopefully, head cocked to the side as his bangs drift beautifully across his forehead. Holy shit, where is this coming from? Jungkook thinks as Jimin steps out of the loop of lights on the floor. He brings their hands up to lace them together and steps into Jungkook’s space, pressing their chests against one another. “Kiss me, then,” he says, voice low and husky.

Jungkook easily complies, breathlessly capturing Jimin’s lips in a kiss. They meet once, twice, soft and sweet, until Jungkook swipes his tongue through, making Jimin moan softly as Jungkook caresses his tongue with his own. Their hands detangle so Jimin can rest his arms lightly over Jungkook’s shoulders, the younger’s own hands coming to rest on Jimin’s hips. His fingers itch to drift lower, to cup the round of Jimin’s ass and squeeze. Jimin squeaks when Jungkook decides to do it, grip tight as he holds Jimin’s thick bottom.

“Kookie!” He scolds, cheeks dusted pink as he slaps Jungkook’s chest and pushes him away, though he doesn’t manage to break out of Jungkook’s hold.

Jungkook grins with a predatory hunger, pupils blown as he murmurs, “Race you to the bedroom.” Jimin grins back and lets out a high-pitched laugh as he pushes his lover, skipping away and squealing again when Jungkook manages to land a light slap to his retreating backside, t-shirt fluttering slightly to reveal a bit of lace beneath.

Jungkook swallows, freezing at the sight to watch his boyfriend skip to the bedroom he shares with Namjoon, and Jungkook belatedly realizes that Jimin has kicked everyone out, leaving the dorms to just the two of them. How long has he had this planned?

Jimin reaches for the door handle as he says, “I win.”

Jungkook pouts as he approaches. “Not fair. I was distracted.”

Jimin hums, hands gripping the handle at his back as he bites his lip, sultry, innocent, inviting, leaning against the door to stare at Jungkook. “I won fair and square,” he says, voice low and matching the bedroom eyes he’s shooting at Jungkook. “Now where’s my prize?”

Jungkook grins once he’s at the door, hands caressing Jimin’s sides and lightly dancing across his ribs. “Get on the bed and find out,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the shell of Jimin’s ear, making him shiver as he slowly opens the door and steps through it backwards.

Jungkook helps guide him into the bedroom, already lit in a soft glow by the bedside lamp. He keeps his hands on Jimin’s waist, kicking the door shut behind him and kissing his lover’s neck, lips brushing against the choker as Jimin trembles beneath him, gripping Jungkook’s biceps. They finally meet the bed, Jimin stumbling slightly as he’s forced to sit down, and Jungkook draws back as he says, “Lay down.”

Jimin does as he’s told, shivering in anticipation as he lays flat on the bed, arms above his head to watch lazily as Jungkook retrieves a condom and a bottle of lube. Jimin knows he’s in for a long night as Jungkook leaves the condom on the bedside table but brings the lube with him as he settles between Jimin’s legs.

Once settled, Jungkook finally, finally gets his hands on Jimin’s stockings, gripping each leg lightly behind the knees and trailing softly all the way up, twisting his hands around to gently thumb at the lace around his inner thighs. In this position, with Jimin’s legs spread, Jungkook can see the delicate, white fabric around the curve of Jimin’s balls beneath his t-shirt.

“Lacy underwear too, huh?” Jungkook murmurs, eyes never leaving the sight before him. Jimin’s breath stutters as he watches Jungkook’s gaze trail all over, laid beneath his lover so vulnerable and fucking covered in lace. His cheeks heat up and he turns his head, hands covering his face as he whines.

“What?” Jungkook says, laughing lightly as Jimin peeks at him from between his fingers.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he grumbles.

“Like what?” Jungkook asks, still laughing a little as he climbs back up to pull Jimin’s hands away, eyes softening at Jimin’s pink cheeks and wide eyes.

“Like that,” he whispers. He has to swallow over the tightness in his throat, but he relaxes completely when Jungkook kisses him softly.

“Not my fault you look gorgeous,” Jungkook mumbles, leaning down to nip at Jimin’s choker, making his breath hitch. Jungkook nuzzles Jimin’s jaw, experimentally dragging his finger around the choker. He slides his finger beneath the strap, tugging lightly, and Jimin lets out a soft whimper as his head turns, utterly pliant beneath his lover. “Really gorgeous,” Jungkook murmurs at the sight, kissing Jimin’s neck again before he trails back down between his thighs, not wanting to get too carried away.

“What inspired this?” Jungkook murmurs, continuing to let his hands roam around Jimin’s thighs, fingering lightly at the lace of the stockings. Jimin’s legs twitch slightly when his fingers trail too far inward, fingernail dragging lightly at the sensitive skin between his legs.

“I, ah,” Jimin whispers back, then clears his throat. “I saw you staring when we had that photo shoot,” he finishes, letting out a long breath as Jungkook splays his hands out fully atop the ridges of his thighs.

“Oh,” Jungkook murmurs. “Was I that obvious?” He asks, cheeks heating up. He remembers that photo shoot very well. Jimin posing, giggling, and staring with half-lidded eyes as he smiled into the lens of the camera, choker tight around his neck and shirt sleeves draping cutely over his fingers. Jungkook had been watching at the sidelines, eyes wide and bottom lip between his teeth. He’d desperately wanted to smack the photographer’s camera out of his hands, to pull Jimin somewhere private.

Jimin laughs. “I don’t know about the others, but I definitely noticed,” he says, biting back a groan when Jungkook squeezes his thick legs. “I always notice you,” he breathes out, teasing, just for the reaction he knows it will get.

“Good,” Jungkook murmurs, grinning cockily as he scoots back and bends his head down, nuzzling at Jimin’s lower stomach. The action drags Jimin’s long t-shirt upwards, and Jungkook trails his hands upwards to help push the shirt further over Jimin’s abdomen. Jimin arches at the touch, the fabric bunching up high to reveal the panes of his chest. He feels the press of Jungkook’s lips on his lower stomach when the younger smirks. “I like the bow,” he says, hot breath fluttering over Jimin’s flushed skin.

“Oh,” is all Jimin can get out as Jungkook smirks up at him, kissing the light blue bow that’s woven through the top of his white, lacy underwear. It rests just beneath the tip of Jimin’s hard cock, slightly poking out of the lingerie, and the idea that Jimin jerked himself to full hardness before slipping the underwear on has Jungkook’s mouth watering.

“I’m g-glad,” Jimin stutters, watching as Jungkook tugs at the bow with his teeth, scraping lightly against the skin of his member. He trails down further, breath grazing over the cloth on his dick, before pausing between Jimin’s thighs, fluttering his lashes to look up at his lover as Jimin swallows and shivers beneath him.

“It matches the stockings,” Jungkook says, turning his head to bite lightly. Jimin feels his teeth drag lightly over his skin through the soft fabric of his stockings as Jungkook nibbles, pulling lightly with the material clenched between his teeth. The sight leaves Jimin wide eyed, biting his lip as Jungkook smirks up at him, the fabric snapping back against his inner thigh. He leaves a quick kiss, a small, damp circle left behind as Jungkook sits back up.

“Did you think of me?” Jungkook murmurs, hands back on the lingerie and fingers grazing the head of Jimin’s cock poking out, leaking pre-cum onto his lower stomach. “When you jerked yourself off, getting ready for me to come home, did you think of me? Moan my name?” Jungkook clarifies, smirking as he looks up and pressures the slit of Jimin’s cock.

“Yes,” Jimin sighs out, breath shaking as he whines. Jungkook wipes at the pre-cum with his thumb, smearing it back over the tip and slit of Jimin’s dick before sticking the digit in his mouth and humming. “Of course I thought of you. It’s always you,” Jimin continues, moans stuttering out of his mouth as Jungkook stares down at him fondly.

He continues his ministrations, shamelessly trailing his hands all over Jimin’s chest and stomach, fingers sliding down to dip into the underwear, not moving further beneath them than his fingertips. He slips his fingers out to trail down, following the curve of the underwear around Jimin’s inner thighs, dipping his fingers in there, too, to lightly brush at Jimin’s ball sack.

Jimin’s breath stutters, hands clenching lightly above him at nothing. “Jungkook,” he breathes out, feeling the younger’s hands trail to his sides and grip his hips.

“I really want you to keep the lingerie on,” he murmurs, and Jimin flushes further, looking at Jungkook’s blown pupils as he stares down at Jimin’s lace-covered groin. “But, ah, I don’t think that will work,” he says, finally a little bashful as he meets Jimin’s gaze, head tilted to the side shyly.

Jimin’s eyes widen in realization. “I-I mean,” he stutters. “It could... Maybe.”

Jungkook grins, still blushing as he reaches for a pillow and lifts Jimin’s lower body up to slide it beneath him. Jimin flushes pink at the gesture and watches with eager eyes as Jungkook grabs the bottle of lube out of the blankets.

“It might work for a while,” Jungkook says, trailing his fingers down over the front of the underwear, making Jimin keen as he traces the fabric covering his hard member. His finger trails further, rubbing and pressuring at Jimin’s entrance, making Jimin whimper and curl his toes.

Jungkook pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it between the digits before using his free hand to push Jimin’s underwear aside. Jimin squirms a little, embarrassed, as Jungkook holds the lacy material aside to spread lube around the rim of his hole. One finger in has Jimin lightly humming, eyes fluttering shut, but two has him arching off the bed at Jungkook’s crooked fingers, curling in to search for his prostate.

Jungkook slides his fingers out, thrusting back in to add a third once Jimin’s covered in a sheen of sweat and moaning at every curve of his fingers, pressing repeatedly with alternating fingers into the spot that makes Jimin moan the loudest. Jungkook switches between grazing his prostate lightly and pressing down hard, thrusting his fingers in and out a few times just to drag them back over the bundle of nerves, leaving Jimin moaning as his back arches and begs for Jungkook to be nice and quit teasing.

When Jimin’s clutching at the sheets, his lover’s name tumbling form his lips, Jungkook slows down again, straightening his fingers out and away from his prostate, easing and slowing as Jimin catches his breath. He relaxes, coming down from his high until Jungkook speeds up again, fingers quick as they curl into his sweet spot and drag over it, breaking a long, surprised whine out his lover.

“Kookie, Kookie, Kookie,” Jimin stutters out, trying desperately to bat at Jungkook’s hand. He’s panting, chest heaving and skin dusted pink all over as he blinks repeatedly, the dazed look on his face slightly clearing. “I-I want to come with you inside me,” he says, voice hoarse and making Jungkook’s entire body flush with anticipation.

“Y-Yeah,” Jungkook stutters, curling his fingers once more just because, making Jimin jerk with a surprised ah. He pulls his fingers out, shucking his clothes off quickly, and Jimin laughs at his eagerness, shifting to press his face into the pillows.

“Cutie,” Jimin murmurs once Jungkook leans back in, caging him in with arms on either side of his face. Jungkook has the audacity to blush with lube still slick on his fingers, nuzzling into Jimin’s neck. Jimin brushes light hands over his back, but they quickly curl, digging fingernails into Jungkook’s skin once he bites at his choker, teeth digging beneath the leather.

“I really like this,” Jungkook murmurs, kissing at the choker, letting his breath fan over the skin around it, and Jimin shudders as Jungkook sucks a hickie below it, nipping lightly before sucking the skin in to run his tongue over it. He kisses the mark he’s made, then digs his teeth back in around the material of the choker, tugging lightly. Jimin’s head turns towards the pull, causing Jimin’s breath to ghost across Jungkook’s hairline.

“I’ve noticed,” Jimin murmurs, kissing Jungkook’s temple as the younger continues to nose at his neck.

Jungkook eventually sits back up, gazing softly at Jimin before he reaches for the pretty, lacy underwear. He tugs at it lightly, and Jimin gets the message, lifting his hips up for Jungkook to slide it downwards. He’s careful as he trails it over the tops of the stockings, pulling them back up where the lingerie folds it downwards. Jimin blushes, realizing that the thigh highs are staying on as Jungkook tosses his underwear to the side.

“I kind of want to--” Jungkook starts, blushing but stopping to bite his lip. He shakes his head at Jimin’s questioning gaze, quickly rolling a condom on and slathering it in lube, before he tries again. “Can we just... tell me, if you’re not.. into it,” he murmurs, and Jimin takes that as a sign to follow his lead.

Jungkook pushes Jimin onto his side, removing the pillow they’d been using earlier. Before Jimin can lay back down, Jungkook is sliding in behind him, pressing them back-to-chest in a spooning position. “Is this okay?” he whispers, lips tickling Jimin’s ear from the position.

As much as he’d like to see Jungkook’s face and to meet his eyes, the position feels strangely intimate, skin close together where Jimin’s shirt is still rucked up his chest, their hips pressed tightly together, and Jimin finds himself agreeing as Jungkook kisses behind his ear.

Jimin realizes why Jungkook wanted this position as the younger trails his hand down his side, pulling Jimin’s leg up, thigh held in one hand. He rests his bent leg on the bed when Jungkook has to line himself up, sliding into Jimin’s entrance easily, sheathing himself fully as he breathes heavily on Jimin’s neck. Jimin sighs blissfully, reaching one arm around to grab the back of Jungkook’s head, hand threading through his soft hair.

Before thrusting, Jungkook trails his hand back up, grabbing Jimin’s thigh again to hold it up, opening Jimin further as his muscles stretch. His other hand comes around, trailing over Jimin’s chest to hold him there. They’re wrapped flush around each other, closer than any other position might have allowed, and Jimin’s whole body blushes at the intimacy of it.

“Good?” Jungkook murmurs, lips at his ear. Jimin can hear the strain in his voice as he holds himself back, waiting for his lover’s okay to move.

“Yes,” Jimin whispers, turning his head into Jungkook’s voice. The stretch makes it too awkward for their lips to meet, but Jungkook kisses his temple and nuzzles into his hairline as he begins to thrust, pulling out and driving back in.

The angle is perfect, brushing just slightly against Jimin’s prostate and sending a surge of pleasure through him, leaving a tight feeling near his groin. Jimin keens as Jungkook keeps the pace a little slower than usual, a smooth, steady glide as his fingers grip Jimin’s thigh, trailing down slightly to brush by the lace, closer to the curve of his ass. Jimin exhales, breath coming out in a small, shaking, stuttered moan.

“You look beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs, in the perfect position to croon sweetly into Jimin’s ear. “Lace looks so good on you. Everything does,” he pants, followed by a low moan of Jimin’s name as he tilts his head closer to the choker around his lover’s neck.

The sensation is almost too much, one hand digging bruises into his thigh, another brushing the cloth of his t-shirt against his nipple. Jungkook’s soft lips are mouthing at his choker, alternating between soft kisses and light scrapes of his teeth, and all with Jungkook’s voice whispering praise right into his ear has Jimin a shivering, moaning mess as he grips harder at Jungkook’s hair behind him. His other hand claws at his own chest, grappling for Jungkook’s hand. He laces their fingers together once he finds it, squeezing lightly, and Jungkook squeezes back, peppering kisses on the side of his face.

“So good, Jiminnie. You feel so good,” Jungkook continues, accentuating the statement by sliding his hand higher up Jimin’s thigh, hand cupping the back of Jimin’s knee as he pushes his leg closer to his chest. Jungkook drives in a little harder, rhythm stuttering slightly as sweat drips down his temple. They’re both getting close, and Jungkook stretching him further drives his cock that much closer to Jimin’s prostate.

Jimin’s panting. He can feel his thigh trembling as Jungkook’s pace doesn’t let up, pushing the build of his climax tighter in his stomach. His voice shakes as a steady mantra of Jungkook’s name falls from his lips, and he pulls his hand away from Jungkook’s to begin to tug at his own neglected member. He only manages a few strokes before Jungkook removes the grip on his thigh to push his hand away, and Jimin cries out at the loss.

“Wait,” Jungkook pants into his ear, and his hips still, fully bottomed out inside of Jimin. Jimin whines, feeling the tense build in his stomach slowly start to relax as Jungkook keeps them still, panting into Jimin’s ear and kissing his temple.

“What?” Jimin whines, trailing the hand in Jungkook’s hair down to caress his jaw. He still can’t quite see his lover’s face and definitely can’t meet his eye, but he keeps his face turned towards him as much as he can.

Jungkook turns into the hand at his jaw and kisses Jimin’s palm. He doesn’t say anything as he gently slides out of Jimin’s entrance, making the older let out a soft whimper. He shifts, pressing Jimin’s back into the mattress and allowing them to finally face each other as Jungkook hovers above him.

“Hey,” he says, grinning sheepishly as they meet each others’ lust-filled gaze.

Jimin laughs, reaching out. Jungkook easily falls into him, letting Jimin pull him in with arms around his neck and legs around his hips. “Hey,” Jimin breathes out, and they meet in a sweet, languid kiss, noses brushing against each other.

“So just how flexible are you, exactly?” Jungkook murmurs against Jimin’s lips, a sly smirk creeping up his face.

Jimin hums. “I can do the splits, Kookie,” he says. “I can probably handle it.” He gazes back at Jungkook’s eager expression, the younger’s eyebrows shooting up as he thoughtfully bites his lip.

“Tell me if you can’t, okay?” He murmurs, brushing the hair out of Jimin’s face as he sits up. His hands are back on the stockings, soft and beautiful as the fabric hugs Jimin’s legs. Jungkook takes a moment to appreciate them one more time, dragging his fingers lightly along the light blue material. Jimin watches him patiently, gazing down between his lax thighs.

Jungkook bites his lips and meets Jimin’s gaze once more, and Jimin nods at him in encouragement. Jungkook takes his time, hoisting Jimin’s legs onto his shoulders as gently as he can, pushing forward and watching for any signs of discomfort on his face. The stretch is a bit much as Jungkook practically bends him in half, but Jimin can handle it.

“Just go a little slow, ‘til I get used to it,” Jimin says, and Jungkook stills, his face close to Jimin’s with his stocking-covered knees framing his face. The younger runs his hands down them, thumbing at the lace. “I’m good, Kookie,” Jimin murmurs in reassurance.

Jungkook turns to kiss at his clothed thigh, and then he’s guiding his own member back into Jimin’s entrance, the glide easy as both of them groan at the feeling. Jungkook waits a beat before moving, and then he’s pulling out slowly and thrusting back in, starting a slow and steady pace.

Jimin hums at the familiar feeling, getting used to the stretch as his hand lazily goes back to tug at his own member. He keeps his gaze locked with Jungkook’s as he does so, and Jungkook swears his mouth waters at the sultry, blissful expression on his face.

“You feel amazing, Kookie,” Jimin mumbles, moaning as Jungkook feeds off the praise, snapping his hips. “You’re so sweet,” he says, a sigh turning into a high whine as Jungkook watches him and drives in deeper. The steady rhythm easily has them regaining their momentum from earlier.

Jungkook leans a little more forward, searching for a better angle as Jimin jerks himself off slowly, half-lidded gaze staring at him and encouraging him to thrust deeper, harder. He caresses Jimin’s thigh against his chest with one hand and lets the other hand prop himself up on the bed as he pushes further, Jimin’s legs inching up higher.

The extra push has Jimin suddenly clawing at the sheets, Jungkook’s name bursting from his lips in a high moan that turns into a loud pant. “Jungkookie, ah,” he whines, eyes disappearing from view as he closes them and drops his head back into the pillow.

That’s all the encouragement Jungkook needs, aiming for the same angle with every thrust, quickening his pace as he chases his own orgasm steadily building inside him with every snap of his hips, with every moan that tumbles from Jimin’s lips.

Jungkook watches Jimin as he strokes himself even quicker now, his other hand grappling in the sheets as he arches his back. “Kookie, I’m so close,” he cries out. Jungkook continues his thrusts, eyes wide as he watches Jimin fall apart beneath him.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, watching as Jimin arches again, mouth opening in a high whine that trails off as he climaxes, come dripping onto his chest with every stroke and thrust.

Jungkook leans back, satisfied as Jimin rides out his orgasm beneath him. He switches tactics, chasing his own climax as he presses Jimin’s legs together in the air, tightening the ring of muscle around Jungkook’s cock. The younger moans, forehead pressed against the back of Jimin’s knees as he drives in a few more times, already on the brink of orgasm. The tightness of Jimin’s legs pressed together speeds Jungkook over the edge, hips stuttering as he comes hard, riding it out with fingernails digging into the light fabric around Jimin’s legs.

Jungkook takes a moment to breathe, forehead still resting on the backs of Jimin’s legs. He tries to calm his breathing a bit, lets his heart slow from it’s erratic pace, before he gently slips out of Jimin and rests his legs on the bed. Jimin whines at the movement, clearly fucked dry as he lays limply on the bed. Jungkook laughs a little, smirking as he clamors off the bed before he really starts to feel drained. He trashes his used condom and wets a towel in the bathroom to clean them off.

Jimin smiles at him lazily when he returns, arms splayed out on the bed as he watches Jungkook clean him off. His t-shirt’s still on, and though it was scrunched up under his arms, it’s still slightly soiled. Jimin tries to wrestle it off without having to sit up, but he eventually just ends up tangling himself in the long sleeves, huffing in annoyance.

Jungkook watches him tussle with his shirt, laughing when Jimin’s too lazy to lift up to get it out from around his neck. He eventually helps his hyung, doing most of the work as he wrestles it out from under him, lifting Jimin up as much as his spent arms can.

“Okay, enough,” Jimin murmurs, tugging Jungkook into bed. The younger climbs in easily, settling behind Jimin again to spoon him. He trails his hand down Jimin’s side, making the older giggle at the slight tickle, before his hands meet the stockings still hugging Jimin’s thighs.

“Too lazy to take them off,” Jimin murmurs.

Jungkook kisses at his choker, having forgotten about it in their last position. “‘S okay,” Jungkook mumbles back. “I like them.”

Jimin laughs. “I know.”

They fall asleep with Jungkook’s hand resting on his thigh, fingers tucked beneath the fabric of the stockings.