When Jungkook showed him the final result of his sleeve tattoo Jimin couldn’t help but gasp and stare at it for long minutes. Jungkook had a shy smile on his face when Jimin took hold of his wrist to look more closely at every shape. Jimin’s initial thought was that they were very pretty and suited Jungkook well. He knows the meaning of every single one of them because Jungkook had been talking about them for months before scheduling an appointment.
But there was one tattoo that Jungkook hadn’t told him about, nestled in the crook of his wrist. It’s a simple word but it took Jimin’s breath away. 지민. His name on his boyfriend’s wrist and just underneath the date on which they met in college four years ago.
“You got my name tattooed on you?” Jimin asked, voice wavering with emotion.
“Yeah, I…,” Jungkook cleared his throat, looking kind of uncertain. “Do you think it’s weird?”
Jimin never thought that one of his boyfriends would ever get his name tattooed on them but he’s always thought that people who did it were stupid. To him, there was never any certainty that you’d still be with this person in a few years time and he knows that people who do it more often than not regret it.
But somehow, seeing his name on Jungkook’s wrist felt right. They met four years ago and have been together ever since, and he knows that Jungkook’s the one. Every day that goes by Jimin falls more and more in love with him. They were at a point in their lives where they had an apartment together, knew each other’s families, had a group of friends in common and they were ready to move on to the next step of their relationship.
So for Jungkook to get Jimin’s name tattooed on his wrist made sense and didn’t really freak him out. He thought it was a beautiful testament to their love.
“I love it,” Jimin said, beaming. He wanted to rub his thumb over the tattoo but he didn’t want to risk it getting infected.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“No, Jungkook,” Jimin shook his head. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the pretty letters. “It’s beautiful,” he breathed out.
“I love you,” Jungkook said, cupping Jimin’s face. The smile on his lips translated just how much he did and Jimin felt his heart racing in his chest. It doesn’t matter how many times Jungkook says it, Jimin will never get tired of hearing it.
“I love you too.”
Jungkook kissed Jimin softly and that night they whispered sweet nothings to each other as they made love.
Two months later and Jimin is leaving the same tattoo parlor Jungkook went to with a tattoo of his own. He didn’t tell Jungkook that he was getting one because he wants it to be a surprise. He comes out of the tattoo parlor with Jungkook’s name on his body and perhaps one regret, as he squirms on the driver’s seat of his car to find a position that doesn’t make the reddened skin of his butt itch.
He didn’t really think about the healing process that comes with getting an ass tattoo and he’s starting to really second guess himself. His choice of tattoo might be more risqué but it holds just as much meaning as Jungkook’s. He thinks that Jungkook will like it, especially because it’s in a place that only he can see and that Jimin only intends for him to see for the rest of his life. But his ass hurts like a bitch.
Jimin’s plan was to get the tattoo and then surprise Jungkook with it during sex but since it’s his first tattoo, he kind of forgot that it needed time to heal and his tattoo artist told him that it would at least take two weeks. Which means he has to keep Jungkook away from his ass for two weeks without telling him why.
Jungkook and him were healthy men in their mid-twenties who enjoyed sex, and Jimin can’t remember the last time they went more than a few days without it. There was this one time when Jungkook traveled to Japan for work for a week and where they obviously couldn’t have sex but not because they didn’t want to.
Now Jimin has to come up with excuses and also has to go without sex for two weeks, and that’s his own fault.
Technically, it’s Jungkook’s fault because Jimin would never have gotten his boyfriend’s name tattooed on his body if Jungkook hadn’t done it first. But it’s too late to complain, Jimin just has to deal with it.
Jimin quickly realizes when he gets home that keeping Jungkook away from his ass will be a lot harder than he thought.
“I’m home!” Jimin says as he takes his shoes off.
“In the bedroom!”
Jimin quirks an eyebrow when he finds a naked Jungkook rummaging through their closet. He leans against the door frame and decides to enjoy the very pleasing view. Jungkook’s grown a lot over the years and he’s become very fond of working out which Jimin can’t complain because he looks like a greek god. Jimin’s eyes trail down Jungkook’s body, from his broad shoulders to his thin waist and perky ass - nothing compared to Jimin’s but he loves it just the same - and stops on the swirls of ink on his biceps.
His boyfriend has gotten ten times hotter with tattoos and Jimin loves drawing his fingers over the beautiful shapes when they’re cuddling.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Jungkook says, throwing a glance over his shoulder. He grabs a pair of boxers and walks to Jimin. The front of Jungkook’s body is as impressive as his back and Jimin licks his lips when his eyes trail down Jungkook’s chest to his soft cock. It’s a crime that he can’t push Jungkook onto the bed and ride him nice and slow. “Wanna join me?” Jungkook asks, looping his arms around Jimin’s waist.
Jimin wraps his own around Jungkook’s neck and presses their bodies together, giving him a quick kiss. He almost says yes on instinct because there’s nothing he loves more than naked cuddles but the itching sensation on his butt reminds him that he can’t.
“I took a shower this morning,” Jimin says. It’s hard for him to hide his disappointment.
“Never stopped you before,” Jungkook smiles before kissing down Jimin’s neck. It’s already been two days since they last had sex and Jimin knows that Jungkook will ask for it very soon which is problematic because he hasn’t had time to come up with an excuse yet.
Jimin can’t help but tilt his head back, eyes falling shut as Jungkook nuzzles under his jaw. It’s very hard to push him away when he’s literally naked and looks that good. So, Jimin loses himself in Jungkook’s touches until he’s brought back to reality when Jungkook’s hands travel down to his ass.
Jimin yelps when Jungkook squeezes his cheeks, pain coursing through his ass all the way to his spine. Jungkook startles at the sound and when Jimin pushes him away.
“Are you okay?” he asks, eyes wide with concern. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”
“What? No, I…,” Jimin tries to hide his pained grimace but he’s pretty sure he fails. His face is burning because it’s kind of embarrassing and he’s panicking. “We’re out of ramen, I should go get some at the store,” he blurts out before walking away.
“What? What are you talking about?” Jungkook follows him, looking as confused as ever.
“We…,” Jimin blinks at Jungkook. He can’t concentrate when Jungkook’s just standing there naked. He turns away and puts his shoes on. “We need ramen for lunch. I’m going, see you later,” he hurries to say before leaving.
He face palms himself when hears Jungkook say “We went grocery shopping yesterday!”. He doesn’t look back and leaves nonetheless, feeling embarrassed and stupid.
He really needs to find better ways to escape Jungkook’s advances.
Over the next week, Jimin finds out that subtlety isn’t his strong suit.
Refusing Jungkook is a lot harder than he expected but it’s mostly because he’s hiding something from him. Surprises are great but they’re a bitch to keep secret and Jimin is so close to say fuck it and just tell Jungkook that he got his name tattooed on his ass and that he needs to keep his greedy hands away.
The thing is that Jungkook’s always been an ass man and Jimin has a great ass so it’s a bad combination. So far, Jimin’s done a pretty good job at avoiding sex. All he has to do is go to bed a little earlier than Jungkook and pretend like he’s asleep when Jungkook joins him. Jungkook doesn’t seem too phased by it except for that one comment he made about Jimin needing to slow down at work because he seems exhausted, which made Jimin’s heart flutter and made him feel guilty for making Jungkook worry.
Cuddles are another story. Jimin can go without sex for two weeks just fine - perhaps not that fine since he’s been jerking off in the shower every morning - but he can’t go more than a day without cuddles. Jimin is a cuddler, it’s a known fact and he’s initiated Jungkook to it over the years which is why they’re currently sprawled over each other on their couch, watching The Greatest Showman.
Jimin is lying over Jungkook’s chest and their hands are tangled over Jungkook’s stomach. Jungkook’s free hand, however, is dipping lower and closer to Jimin’s ass. Jimin hasn’t been able to concentrate on the movie for the last ten minutes, awfully aware of the warmth of his boyfriend’s hand.
Jimin’s tattoo doesn’t hurt as bad as it did on the day he got it done but the skin still itches where it’s healing. He has to apply ointment on it a few times a day to keep it moisturized which is not an easy feat when he’s at work and has to avoid getting caught with his ass out. He’s been lucky so far.
Jimin goes into panic mode when Jungkook’s fingertips brush against his lower back. Jungkook does it mindlessly, he doesn’t even realize that he’s touching Jimin’s ass most of the time, and Jimin never pushes him away because he enjoys the feeling. Jimin clears his throat and squirms against Jungkook’s side, feigning repositioning himself as he throws his leg over Jungkook’s thighs.
Jungkook’s hand moves higher up Jimin’s back and Jimin thinks he’s out of trouble. It’s only a few minutes later when Jungkook’s hand dips lower again. This time it doesn’t stop at Jimin’s lower back and instead he rests it on Jimin’s tattooed cheek. Jimin grimaces but Jungkook can’t see it. It’s not that it hurts, it’s just that it could get irritated if he touches it too much, even over his clothes.
Jimin squirms again, trying to slide Jungkook’s hand up without actually using his own hands or it would be too obvious. It doesn’t work at all. In fact, Jungkook looks at him with a smirk on his face.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, pressing Jimin closer to his body. Jimin swallows when he realizes that he’s basically been grinding against Jungkook’s side and that Jungkook got the wrong idea.
“Yeah,” Jimin says, pointedly avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. He takes his wrist and moves Jungkook’s hand to his other asscheek, the one that’s not tattooed. “Let’s watch the movie.”
He can feel Jungkook’s smile growing in the corner of his eye. “You sure?” Jungkook asks as he squeezes Jimin’s ass. Jimin wants to die because if Jungkook keeps doing this he’ll get turned on.
“Mhm,” Jimin hums his affirmation. He tries to focus on the TV but he can tell than Jungkook is staring at him. If he didn’t have this damn tattoo he’d be climbing Jungkook like a tree right now and it pains him to think about it.
Jimin pretends like he’s not phased by Jungkook’s hand on his ass, even though he definitely is, especially because Jungkook is touching him in a way that obviously says he wants to get things going. Jungkook hates being ignored though so it doesn’t take long before he makes his intentions more obvious.
He rolls Jimin over until he’s lying on his back before draping his body over him, settling in between his legs. Jimin doesn’t have time to react before he has an armful of Jungkook and wanting hands under his shirt. Jungkook catches his lips in a soft kiss and Jimin can’t help but melt into the couch.
Jungkook’s hands on his body gives him goosebumps and the feeling of his tongue against his bottom lip elicits a pleased sigh from him. Jimin opens his mouth and allows Jungkook to deepen the kiss. He knows he’s playing with fire but he’s sucker for Jungkook’s kisses and no sex doesn’t mean they can’t make out a little.
Even though Jimin wants more he won’t let this go any further than a few heated kisses. He just needs to tell Jungkook that but it’s hard when he can’t focus on anything else but the weight of Jungkook’s body on his, and the feeling of his thumbs against his nipples. Jimin shivers underneath him, letting out a quiet moan into the kiss.
He hooks his legs around Jungkook’s waist and cups the back of his neck to bring him even closer. Jimin loses himself in the languid kisses and the atmosphere of their lazy wednesday night. On any other day, he would let Jungkook make love to him on the couch but today he can’t. He just can’t seem to be able to break away from the kiss. Jungkook completely consumes him every time they get intimate, heart pounding in his chest and body burning with love and raw desire. He wants Jungkook bad and he can tell Jungkook feels the same way.
It’s in the way he’s breathing heavily already, and in the way he’s touching Jimin with desperate hands, groping his hips and playing with his nipples. When Jungkook breaks the kiss to focus on his neck instead, Jimin still can’t form the words he wants to say. He feels hot all over, tilting his head to the side to give Jungkook more space to work with. He can’t stop a wanton moan from escaping his lips when Jungkook sucks a hickey into his collarbone.
Jimin doesn’t stop Jungkook when he pushes his t-shirt up to kiss down his chest. He arches his back into the touch and grips Jungkook’s wrists to ground himself somehow. Jungkook’s mouth attaches itself to one of Jimin’s nipples, tongue flicking the nub teasingly. Strands of Jungkook’s long hair tickles Jimin’s chest and Jimin can’t help but bury his hand in it. He should be pulling on it to make Jungkook stop but instead he brings him closer, letting out a pleased moan when Jungkook bites on his nipple.
Jimin’s brought back to reality when one of Jungkook’s hand travels to his clothed cock, rubbing it to make Jimin hard.
“Stop,” Jimin says, frantic hands pushing at Jungkook’s shoulders, “Jungkook stop.”
It only takes a few seconds for Jungkook to move away, kneeling in between Jimin’s legs with a wild look in his eyes. He looks confused.
“What? What is it? Are you okay?”
Jimin drops his head on the couch and rubs his hands over his face, sighing frustratingly. He’s so fucking stupid for letting it go this far and he’s not even sure what to tell Jungkook right now when he can still feel the phantom feeling of his lips on his body.
“Nothing, it’s, um…,” Jimin clears his throat as he sits up, pushing his t-shirt back down. “I’m just not in the mood,” he says and it’s so obvious that it’s a lie that Jungkook can’t hide the hurt on his face. Jimin scratches the back of his head and looks away. “I’m sorry.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Jungkook asks, voice breaking on the last word. Jimin’s chest tightens uncomfortably. This is so fucking stupid. Why is he hurting Jungkook when all he wants in the first place is to surprise him? He knows, or at least hopes, that his little white lies will be worth it when he shows Jungkook his tattoo and the sex will probably be amazing considering they won’t be having it for two weeks, but still, it breaks Jimin’s heart to hurt Jungkook even for a little bit.
“No, baby,” Jimin kneels on the couch to mimic Jungkook’s position and wraps his arms around his neck. Jungkook instinctively hugs him to his chest, big doe eyes focused on every word that comes out of Jimin’s mouth. “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner that I don’t feel like it. I just got carried away.”
Jimin knows it’s hard for Jungkook to process his words because in four years together, none of them has ever refused to have sex before. It’s new territory for both of them and Jimin feels bad that he’s putting Jungkook in this situation, especially when he’s lying and he would actually love to have sex with him right now.
“It’s okay,” Jungkook says, expression turning into a softer one. He rubs Jimin’s back comfortingly and Jimin’s heart fills with pure love. “Just…,” he licks his lips, “are you sure you’re okay? Do you feel unwell?”
“No, I just…,” Jimin shrugs, “I don’t know it’s hard to explain. I just don’t feel like having sex tonight, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Jungkook shakes his head, a gentle smile on his face. “Don’t apologize. I should have asked if you were okay with it.”
“We never do, babe,” Jimin chuckles. “You don’t have to. You know I’m usually always up for it.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like to make you uncomfortable,” Jungkook mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable because you stopped as soon as I told you to,” Jimin smiles, scratching the back of Jungkook’s head. “Come on, let’s cuddle and finish the movie.”
“Okay,” Jungkook says before leaving a gentle kiss on Jimin’s cheek.
Jimin lays back down on the couch and pulls Jungkook down with him until he’s laying on top of his chest. Jungkook happily does so, humming appreciatively when Jimin starts playing with his hair.
Jimin’s ass hurts a little from the added weight but the pain is worth it if it means he can make Jungkook feel better.
Jimin can’t even tell what day it is or where he is but he’s hoping that he’s entering the right apartment otherwise he might be breaking into some stranger’s place.
Jimin is drunk. He doesn’t know what time it is but it’s dark outside so he’s guessing that it’s night time. He left Sungwoon in the cab and his friend wasn’t in any better shape. Jimin stumbles as he tries to take one of his shoes off and he quickly decides that sitting down on the floor is a safer decision. It takes him longer than necessary to take his boots off and he even hits himself in the face in the process, giggling like an idiot in the quiet of his apartment.
“What are you doing?” he hears and it makes him jump, gasping dramatically. He lies down on the floor and looks up at the blurry shape of the man who had spoken. All he can make out is long hair and a big nose, but somehow he still finds him attractive. “Get up, baby.”
Baby. This man must know him well.
“Help,” Jimin whines, lifting his arms up. The man chuckles before grabbing Jimin’s armpits and helping him up on his feet. He’s so strong. Jimin turns around and stumbles against the man’s chest. He has pretty eyes. Jimin kisses the tip of his nose and it makes the man smile.
“You’re so drunk,” the man shakes his head but he’s smiling fondly. “Let’s get you to bed,” he says, wrapping his arms under Jimin’s legs before lifting him up bridal style. Jimin yelps in surprise.
“What are you gonna do to me, sir?” he asks coyly, wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders and swinging his legs happily. Jimin’s horny.
“Sir?” the man chuckles.
“You’re very attractive,” Jimin whispers in his ear. He blinks when they enter a room and the light makes his eyes sting.
“Thank you,” the man says as he sits Jimin on a bed. It’s so comfy, Jimin lies down and moans happily. “I’m not gonna do anything to you other than put you to bed, gorgeous.”
Jimin whips his head up, beaming at the stranger. “You think I’m gorgeous?” He leans on his elbows and bites on his bottom lip. “What’s your name?”
Jimin blinks at him, too many thoughts swirling in his drunk brain. Then something clicks and he sits up to hug Jungkook’s middle. “Jungkook,” he drawls, nuzzling his stomach. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Jungkook runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair and it makes him hum happily. He could fall asleep like this. “Let’s take your clothes off.”
Jimin perks up, looking up at Jungkook. “You’re trying to get me naked,” he says, sliding his hands down the back of Jungkook’s thighs. He squeezes them and arousal pools at the pit of his stomach when he feels how muscular they are.
“No,” Jungkook laughs, prying Jimin’s sneaky hands off of his body. Jimin pouts as Jungkook tangles their fingers together. “I just want to get you ready for bed, baby.”
Jimin is disappointed. He wants kisses. He throws himself on the bed and lifts his arms up above his head, stretching like a cat. “Help me then.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes at him but does as he’s told. He bends over Jimin and lifts his shirt up. Jimin isn’t much of any help as he lies there and giggles as he watches Jungkook struggling. When Jungkook finally manages to take his shirt off, Jimin wraps his hands around his neck and brings him down. Jungkook groans as he falls against Jimin’s body. Jimin smiles proudly, trapping Jungkook with his legs around his waist.
“Jimin,” Jungkook tries to speak but Jimin cuts him off with a kiss, humming against his lips. Jungkook indulges him only for a second, sliding his lips against Jimin and sucking on his bottom lip once before pulling away. “Stop it,” he says, quirking an eyebrow in warning. Jimin just giggles.
“Kiss,” he says, pouting his lips. Jungkook is too pretty. Jimin wants kisses from him.
“God, you’re a nightmare when you’re drunk,” Jungkook mumbles as he detaches Jimin’s limbs from his body to free himself. “I’ll kiss you tomorrow morning.” He manages to stand up despite Jimin’s whining and attempts at holding him back.
Jimin’s eyes fall on Jungkook’s tattoos in the process and he gasps when he sees his name on his wrist. He remembers now. His tattoo. Jungkook can’t see. Jimin’s hands fly to his belt when Jungkook tries to unbuckle it.
“No,” Jimin whisper yells, eyes wide. A weird thought crosses his mind. He’s not sure he’s wearing underwear. But why wouldn’t he? He always wears underwear. He can’t risk it though. “You can’t.”
“Jimin, come on, it’s late,” Jungkook says. He tries to move Jimin’s hands away but Jimin isn’t having it. “You can’t sleep in your jeans, Jimin.”
“You can’t get me naked,” Jimin mumbles. His head is spinning. He’s so tired.
“My boyfriend wouldn’t like this,” Jimin whines, frowning at Jungkook.
“I am your boyfriend,” Jungkook looks amused. It confuses Jimin for a minute, giving time to Jungkook to unbuckle his belt and opening his pants.
“Then you wouldn’t like this,” Jimin says. He doesn’t know what he’s saying, all he knows is that he can’t show his tattoo to Jungkook. “Stop,” he swats at Jungkook’s hands and Jungkook does. “I’ll do it myself.”
“You’re going to fall over.”
“No, I won’t,” Jimin frowns. He pushes Jungkook out of the way and stands up on wobbly legs. Jungkook doesn’t move very far though, arms outstretched in case he has to hold Jimin up. Jimin walks further into the bedroom and faces Jungkook so that he can’t see his ass. “Turn around.”
“You can’t look.”
“Baby, I’ve seen you naked more times that I can count,” Jungkook chuckles. “Fine,” he says when Jimin glares at him. He holds his arms up in defense and turns around. “I guess a little privacy never killed anybody.”
It’s not an easy fit and Jimin nearly falls over fives times but eventually he manages to take his pants off. He beams when he realizes he is, in fact, wearing underwear and throws his pants on the floor. Then he walks to the bed and throws himself on it, face buried in the covers.
“Congratulations,” Jungkook says and Jimin shivers when he feels his hands on the back of his thighs. “Now get on your side of the bed.”
“No,” Jimin grumbles as he wiggles to stop Jungkook from pushing him from his spot. “I like it here.”
“Why do you have to be so difficult?” Jungkook complains. He gives Jimin’s ass a playful slap and Jimin swats at him but he’s probably way off because he doesn’t manage to hit him.
“Leave me alone,” Jimin whines, rolling over on his back. Jungkook looks unimpressed.
“I’ll cuddle you if you do as you’re told.”
Jimin smirks, lifting his arms above his head. “Yes, sir.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Come on, scoot over,” he pushes at Jimin’s side gently and Jimin doesn’t fight back this time. He rolls on his side and moans when his head hits his pillow, a satisfied smile on his face. Jungkook lets out a relieved sigh and finally lies down next to Jimin.
When Jungkook turns the lights off, Jimin rolls over and drapes himself over his chest, throwing his leg over his waist. He gives Jungkook’s cheek a wet kiss before resting his head on his shoulder. “You’re a good boyfriend,” Jimin says before yawning.
“I know,” Jungkook whispers, fingers drawing shapes on Jimin’s thigh. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“I like it better here,” Jimin mumbles. He could purr from how comfortable he is in Jungkook’s arms. “I love you.”
“I love you, too” Jungkook breathes out, hugging him tight. Jimin hums sleepily, body feeling heavy. It only takes a minute for him to be out like a light. He still hears Jungkook’s “Goodnight.”
Two days later, there’s a new cockblocking incident and Jimin can’t say he didn’t bring it on himself.
The original plan was to avoid any cockblocking from happening. All Jimin had to do was to keep things PG and not work Jungkook up, which on paper, doesn’t sound too hard. Except Jimin loves flirting and his boyfriend, and he can’t help but flirt with his boyfriend. Jungkook is easy to work up, he always says that he just has to look at Jimin for a little too long and he gets horny, so perhaps it’s not as easy as Jimin thought.
They’re finishing breakfast, bringing their plates to the sink to wash them when Jimin makes a stupid joke that always gets Jungkook excited but that they still haven’t explored in the bedroom.
Jimin is filling the sink with hot soapy water when Jungkook says “You need to rinse the dishes first, baby. I told you this before.”
Jimin smiles at him. He always finds it amusing when Jungkook scolds him. He’s the expert at washing dishes so he’s not going to contradict him but it doesn’t mean he can’t tease him about it.
“Ah,” he sighs, looking up at Jungkook through his eyelashes, pouting slightly, “I’m sorry, Jungkookie hyung. I’ll do better.”
Jungkook does a double take, expression turning from fond to a little more than interested. Jimin snorts when he sees his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching.
Jimin sticks his tongue out at him before turning the tap off. He noticed years ago that Jungkook likes getting called hyung, even though he pretends like he doesn’t. Jimin always passes it off as a joke and never took the time to sit down with Jungkook to talk about it. They’re usually pretty good at talking about their kinks and things they’d like to try out in the bedroom but somehow Jungkook’s never come to him with his hyung kink.
It’s not like Jimin minds, he can see the appeal in inverting their roles and it’s something he wouldn’t mind calling Jungkook when he takes control. If Jungkook likes it, then he’s up for it. There’s something hot about it, even to Jimin who likes being taken care of in intimate moments.
“Okay, hyung,” Jimin taunts him, smirking as he dries his hands on a towel.
“Stop calling me that,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes to play it off. Jimin sees right through him. He pushes Jungkook against the counter and rests his hands on his chest, looking at him with innocent eyes.
“Why?” he asks, sliding his hands up Jungkook’s shoulders. “You like it when I call you that.”
“I never said that,” Jungkook blurts out, cheeks slightly turning pink. He looks adorable and Jimin wants to eat him up. Jungkook’s holding onto the counter for dear life, looking at Jimin with suspicion, not knowing if Jimin’s gonna make fun of him or not. Jimin likes to make Jungkook squirm a little too much.
He loops his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders and tilts his head to the side. “Hyung shouldn’t lie to me.”
Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back as he groans. When he looks back at Jimin his eyes are darker. Jimin can’t stop smiling.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Jungkook asks as he grips Jimin’s hips.
“I love teasing you.”
“You’re evil,” Jungkook breathes out, bumping their noses together.
“So you do like it?”
“You know I do.”
Jimin beams, looking like the cat who got the cream. “That’s kinky, Jungkook hyung,” he lowers his voice, looking up at Jungkook with hooded eyes and pressing his body to his chest. “Are you always this kinky?”
Jungkook’s expression breaks into an amused smile. His hands travel up Jimin’s shirt - which technically is his shirt but Jimin stole it from him when they moved in together - and brushes their lips together. “Only my boyfriend knows.”
“Mh, your boyfriend is selfish, hyung,” Jimin says, intensifying the innocent act. He slowly slides his hands down Jungkook’s chest, stopping at his abs and pushing against the muscles to feel them under his fingertips. “Keeping all of this to himself.”
“You’re bad, Jiminie,” Jungkook says, tone sounding awfully sexy. A spark of arousal courses through Jimin’s body. He might be a little bit too into it and should probably stop it there but the words spill out of his mouth before he can stop himself.
“Then make me good, hyung.”
There’s a heavy pause between them and then Jimin’s being swept off of the floor, ass landing on the kitchen counter and Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth. Jungkook’s hands grip at his thighs and tugs him closer to the edge until their bodies are pressed together. All Jimin can do is hold onto Jungkook’s biceps and let himself be kissed.
Jungkook’s kisses are ravenous, biting at Jimin’s lips and sucking on his tongue. His grip on Jimin tightens every time Jimin lets out a soft mewl. Jungkook is an enthusiastic lover but it’s rare to see him this worked up and Jimin can’t help but feel smug about it. They kiss until they can’t breathe and then Jungkook tugs on Jimin’s hair to expose his neck where he leaves open-mouthed kisses.
Jimin gasps, overwhelmed by Jungkook’s desperation. He feels dizzy with arousal, moans escaping his lips every time Jungkook bites his skin. Jimin doesn’t know what to do with himself, hands flying to the counter to ground himself. He doesn’t know how he lost control of the situation so quick but he needs to do something because Jungkook’s hand is traveling to his inner thighs, dangerously close to his hardening cock.
Jungkook is sucking a hickey into his neck when Jimin wraps his hands around his tattooed wrist to stop him. His hand burns in between Jimin’s legs and all he wants is to push it down his boxers because he hasn’t been touched in a week, but instead he pushes it away. Jungkook tries to fight it, groaning against Jimin’s neck. It makes Jimin’s cock twitch.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook grunts out in between kisses. He gets his wrist out of Jimin’s hold and digs his nails in Jimin’s thigh instead. Jimin bites on his bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping his lips. Jungkook’s mouth is so warm and wet on his neck, the grip in his hair is unforgiving and Jimin loves it. He’s shivering with need and his cock is so obviously hard under his shirt. It kills him that he can’t let Jungkook fuck him on their kitchen counter but he really did bring it on himself. Him and his big mouth.
Jimin can’t form coherent words, especially not when Jungkook catches his lips into another searing kiss. Jimin groans and unconsciously spreads his legs wider, hips meeting Jungkook’s. He can feel how hard Jungkook is. Jungkook’s hands rest on Jimin’s hips as he tilts his head to kiss Jimin deeper. He grinds against Jimin and Jimin’s hands are still stuck on the counter, holding onto it for dear life.
Jungkook lets out a frustrated huff that breaks into a moan when his cock rubs against Jimin’s thigh. Jimin feels hot all over, breath ragged and head spinning with desire.
“Touch me,” Jungkook says in between kisses. He sounds completely fucked out. Jimin has to stop himself from pushing his hand down Jungkook’s boxers. There’s nothing he wants more than to feel Jungkook’s cock but he knows Jungkook, and he won’t just stop at a handjob. Even if Jimin makes him cum, he’ll ask to fuck Jimin because that’s what he loves doing the most and Jimin isn’t sure he’ll be able to refuse, especially when he’s that turned on.
So instead of granting Jungkook’s wish, he turns his head to the side to break the kiss. Jungkook’s lips land on his cheek before pulling back, frowning at Jimin.
“No,” Jimin says, panting heavily as he looks straight into Jungkook’s eyes. He’s going to play it off as a game because it started as a game. He tries to keep his composure as he says, “I was just teasing you, remember?”
Jungkook’s face is unreadable as his mind is still most likely clouded with arousal and it makes Jimin nervous. They like teasing each other but never to the point where they let each other other hanging. Jungkook could like it or it could go completely wrong.
“You also said I should make you good,” Jungkook says, licking his lips.
“Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you do it now,” Jimin wraps his hands around Jungkook’s neck and gives him a soft kiss. “You’re not getting any today, Jeon Jungkook.”
“I don’t understand.”
Jimin feels bad because he doesn’t have an explanation that makes sense for Jungkook. Jungkook looks confused, frazzled and he’s still hard against Jimin’s thigh.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you that worked up,” Jimin gives him his best puppy eyes.
“Jimin, come on,” Jungkook groans, throwing his head back.
“Seriously?” Jungkook asks softly. “You’re not gonna let me fuck you?” Jimin’s stomach churns with arousal but he shakes his head. “You’re killing me,” Jungkook breathes out, letting his head drop on Jimin’s shoulder.
Jimin hugs him and actually feels guilty for making it hard on his boyfriend. He really needs to learn to keep his mouth shut. Teasing is fun but he usually lets Jungkook touch him after, which is why it must be confusing for him.
“Another day, baby,” Jimin whispers in Jungkook’s ear.
“I don’t know,” Jimin kisses his temple and pats the back of his head. He knows, but he doesn’t want to ruin the surprise. Plus it would be weird to tell Jungkook they’ll have sex in a week. Jungkook would start asking questions, like what’s happening in a week.
“It’s been a while, Jimin,” Jungkook says, pulling back to look at him.
“More than a week.”
Jungkook looks at him suspiciously for a few seconds but he decides to let it go. He pulls back from Jimin’s embrace and says, “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
“Okay,” Jimin nods, getting off of the counter.
“A cold one,” Jungkook looks at him pointedly. “Because of you,” he points at him accusingly.
Jimin smiles at him before hugging his waist. “I’ll give you a massage tonight to make up for it.”
“Deal,” Jungkook kisses the tip of his nose. “You’re evil but I love you.”
“I love you too,” Jimin beams.
Jungkook gives his ass a playful squeeze before leaving the kitchen. Jimin lets out a heavy sigh of relief when Jungkook is out of ear shot. That was a close one. If Jungkook doesn’t end up breaking up with him by the end of next week, Jimin will probably marry him on the spot.
A week and half into the healing process and mission Keep-Jungkooks-Greedy-Hands-Away is still a go. Jimin’s gotten too comfortable though, too good at keeping his tattoo a secret. There hasn’t been any more incident other than a few attempts at heavy petting but Jimin has mastered the arts of turning Jungkook down without looking too suspicious.
But Jimin has gotten so confident that he’s become careless.
It’s a Sunday morning and he’s applying ointment on his tattoo, boxers tucked under the curve of his ass as he’s looking in the mirror, when the door of the bathroom opens and Jungkook barges in. Jungkook freezes on the spot and Jimin’s eyes go wide as he hurries to put his boxers back on. Jungkook is looking at him weirdly and Jimin’s looking at him with horror.
His heart is racing in his chest, hoping to all the gods that exist that Jungkook didn’t see his tattoo. That would ruin the fucking surprise and all the cockblocking Jimin has been doing would be for nothing. Jimin swallows nervously, clearing his throat.
“Were you checking your ass out?” Jungkook asks, face breaking into a smirk.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jungkook walks up to him, throwing a glance over Jimin’s shoulder to look at his ass. “It’s still a 10/10,” he winks, smiling like a proud idiot.
“Shut up!” Jimin pushes against his chest and Jungkook just laughs. “I wasn’t checking myself out.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he tries to hug Jimin but Jimin is fighting him, cheeks getting red. “We all do it.”
“You’re so annoying,” Jimin whines, giving up on pushing Jungkook away because he knows he can’t win. Jungkook hugs him to his chest, still laughing.
They stay in each other’s arms as Jungkook’s laughing dies down. Jimin rubs his hands up and down Jungkook’s back and rests his head against his shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of his body. He’s relieved that Jungkook didn’t see the tattoo and he’s so, so in love with him.
“Hey, is that my ointment?” Jungkook breaks the silence. Jimin’s heart drops, eyes opening wide. Jungkook pulls back and takes the tub that Jimin left on the edge of the sink. Jimin is frozen, no words coming out of his mouth. “What’s it doing here?” Jungkook mumbles to himself, quirking an eyebrow up. He shrugs and puts it back into the cabinet where it usually lies.
Jimin releases a relieved sigh, glad that his boyfriend never questions much. Jungkook turns to him and gives him an amused smile. “Want me to check your ass out for you?”
“Ugh,” Jimin groans, swatting at Jungkook’s chest. “Get out of here, idiot,” he pushes him out of the bathroom as Jungkook laughs loudly. “I hate you!” Jimin says after he closes the door, making sure he locks it this time.
“Love you!” comes Jungkook’s muffled voice.
Jimin rests his head on the door and sighs.
Three days to go before Jimin’s appointment at the tattoo parlor to make sure his tattoo is healing well and so close to getting what he hopes will be the fucking of his life. Giving Jungkook blue balls might not be the nicest thing in the world but it will only make the next time they have sex better. At least he hopes so. Sex with Jungkook is always good anyway.
Jimin knows that the wait is almost over but Jungkook is getting impatient.
It’s a Tuesday night and Jimin is pretending like he’s asleep like he’s been doing for the past two weeks. He can hear Jungkook brushing his teeth in the bathroom. He’s not even tired and he’d actually like to cuddle with Jungkook but he knows that cuddles will turn into more and that he’s going to have to cockblock Jungkook once again. He hates doing it because Jungkook’s face always falls when he does.
So, Jimin keeps his eyes shut and evens out his breathing when Jungkook walks into their bedroom. The mattress dips with Jungkook’s weight and cold air slides under the covers, making Jimin shiver.
The room is silent except for Jungkook’s breathing for a few minutes. Jimin can hear him huffing and puffing behind him but he doesn’t move, back facing Jungkook. After a while, he feels Jungkook’s hand on his hip and his breath against his ear.
“Jimin,” he whispers. “Are you awake?”
Jimin’s heart squeezes in his chest. Jungkook usually leaves Jimin alone when he’s faking to be asleep but he’s been extra needy since Jimin came back from work. He’s been asking for cuddles the whole night, even when Jimin was cooking dinner. Jimin can tell he’s craving his touch and he feels bad for not being able to give it to him.
Jimin pretends to still be asleep until Jungkook calls for him again. “Baby,” he whines. “Wake up, please,” he says, shaking Jimin slightly.
Jimin is a weak man and he’s never been able to resist Jungkook’s whining. He inhales loudly and presses his back to Jungkook’s chest, letting out a pleased hum when Jungkook throws his arm over his waist. Jungkook presses his lips to the back of Jimin’s neck and Jimin can feel him smile.
“You’re awake,” Jungkook mumbles. Jimin’s reply is to tangle their fingers together over his stomach. “Miss you.”
“What?” Jimin breathes out, frowning. He turns his head to look at Jungkook. “What do you mean?”
Jungkook catches his lip into a kiss, lips slotting together perfectly. Jungkook slides one of his arms under Jimin’s head and untangles their fingers to cup his face. Jimin melts into the touch, back burning with the heat of Jungkook’s body. He feels so warm, safe and loved. Their lips brush sensually as Jungkook caresses Jimin’s cheek with his thumb. The angle isn’t the best and Jimin’s neck hurts but he doesn’t want to stop kissing Jungkook.
They share languid kisses for a while, until Jungkook pulls away, bumping their noses together. Jimin’s lips are wet with saliva and feel raw. He chases after Jungkook’s lips and it makes him smile.
“I love you,” Jungkook whispers, nuzzling Jimin’s cheek.
“I love you too.”
“Why did you pretend like you were asleep?”
Jimin’s stomach turns. Jungkook’s eyes are filled with hurt and longing, and it breaks Jimin’s heart. He turns back on his side, his back facing Jungkook once again and says “I didn’t.”
“You can’t even look at me.”
Jimin looks over his shoulder. “Is that why you said you miss me? Because I fall asleep before you join me?”
“You never do that,” Jungkook says, resting his hand on Jimin’s stomach. He looks hurt but he still talks to Jimin gently. “You’ve been acting weird for the past two weeks and I don’t understand why.”
Jimin rolls over to face Jungkook. He cups his face and strokes his cheek. “I’m fine, Jungkook,” he kisses the tip of Jungkook’s nose. “ We’re fine.”
“You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“I know,” Jimin nods, smiling at him.
“Is everything okay at the lab? Are they overworking you?”
“No,” Jimin loops his arm around Jungkook’s waist and presses their bodies together. “Baby,” he sighs. “I promise nothing’s wrong. Don’t worry about me.”
“I always worry about you,” Jungkook breathes out before burying his face in Jimin’s neck. Jimin hugs him tight, feeling like shit for making Jungkook feel this way. Jungkook’s hand travels under Jimin’s shirt to caress his back, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I love you so much.”
Jimin throws his leg over Jungkook’s hips and cups his face to press their lips together. Jungkook sighs into the kiss, digging his nails into the skin of Jimin’s waist. Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lip before licking at it. Jungkook’s opens his mouth and their tongues meet, wet, warm and familiar. His heart is threatening to beat out of his chest because of how much he loves Jungkook.
Jimin slides his foot behind Jungkook’s thigh and Jungkook rolls him onto his back. The weight of Jungkook’s warm body on his elicits a pleased hum from Jimin. It’s getting hot under the covers but Jimin doesn’t have the heart to push Jungkook away just yet. He needs to feel him like this a little bit longer because he understands why Jungkook is saying he misses him. He feels the same way. They see each other every day but they haven’t made love in way too long and he always feels close to Jungkook when they do.
He misses it more than anything but there’s not long to go before they can have each other in that way again.
Jungkook’s hand travels up Jimin’s thigh before going down again until his fingertips brush against Jimin’s boxers. Jimin moans when Jungkook sucks on his tongue and rolls his hips down. Jimin breaks the kiss and smiles at Jungkook. He tilts his head to the side when Jungkook tries to chase after his lips.
Jungkook leans up on his forearms and sighs. “Are you doing this on purpose?”
“What?” Jimin asks before clearing his throat. Jungkook sounds annoyed which doesn’t happen often.
“You pretend like you don’t know I’m trying to fuck you,” he rolls his hips against Jimin eliciting a gasp from him. “I think I’m being pretty fucking obvious.”
“Not really,” Jimin lies, pouting slightly. “You should use your words more.”
“I want to fuck you,” Jungkook deadpans. His honesty makes Jimin snort. He covers his smile with his fingers when he realizes Jungkook isn’t laughing. “I’m being serious, Jimin. Are you going to let me or not?”
Jimin feels like he’s going to throw up. He hates when Jungkook is mad at him because he only gets mad when Jimin hurt him. He wants to say yes, but he can’t yet. He wishes he could tell Jungkook the truth. Instead he bites on his bottom lip and shakes his head.
Jungkook sighs and rolls his eyes as gets off of Jimin. Jimin feels cold all of a sudden and he feels uncomfortable.
“I don’t know why you keep saying nothing’s wrong when there’s clearly something going on.”
“There’s not,” Jimin says as he sits up and leans against the headboard. Jungkook does the same thing.
“We haven’t fucked in two weeks, Jimin.”
“So something’s fucking wrong because you keep turning me down,” Jungkook slides his hands over his face. Jimin can’t tell if it’s because he hasn’t gotten laid in a while or because it’s Jungkook, but he looks kind of hot right now. Sure, he hates making Jungkook angry but there’s something about the way his jaw clenches and how sharp his eyebrows look. The fucking tattoos on his arm also always get to Jimin.
“Oh, so I can’t say no now?” Jimin quirks an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. Jungkook groans as he pushes the covers off of himself to get out of bed. He stands there in nothing but his underwear and Jimin’s eyes can’t help but do a once over. He licks his dry lips.
“Don’t put words in my mouth, Jimin,” he points at him warningly before brushing his long hair back. “I just wanna know why you don’t wanna have sex with me anymore.”
Jimin does. He really, really fucking does. “You’re the one who’s putting words in my mouth,” Jimin shrugs. “I never said that I don’t want to.”
“Are you serious?” Jungkook’s voice gets louder as he gets more agitated. The light of the streetlamps coming through the blinds cast a soft yellow glow over Jungkook’s body, accentuating the ridges of his muscles. Jimin can barely keep up with the conversation. “That’s literally what you’ve been saying for the past weeks.”
“No,” Jimin whines, rubbing his thighs together when he feels arousal pool at the pit of his stomach. “I said that I’m tired or that I’m not in the mood. It’s different. It doesn’t mean that I don’t want you. Of course I fucking want you.”
Jungkook’s shoulders sag as he lets out a frustrated sigh. “Okay well,” he lets his arms fall to his sides, “I’m done trying. Just tell me when you want it and then we’ll have sex. If I feel like it.”
They glare at each other in silence for what feels like hours, none of them wanting to give in first. Jimin decides not to be stubborn for once because technically this whole argument is his fault.
“Now come to bed,” Jimin says, settling back down under the covers. “It’s late.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Jungkook announces, grabbing his pillow.
“Oh, come on! That’s ridiculous, Jungkook!”
Jungkook doesn’t listen to him, he storms out of the bedroom as he says “Goodnight.”
“Jungkook!” Jimin calls out but Jungkook just slams the door shut. Jimin buries his head under his pillow and groans loudly. Maybe if he tries hard enough he can suffocate himself to death.
Because he’s a fucking dumbass. He’s all alone in a cold bed and to top it all of, he’s horny.
How ironic that he’s fighting with his boyfriend because he decided to get a stupid tattoo of his name on his ass.
Jimin really needs to work on his decision making.
The next morning, Jimin is scared to get out of the bedroom. He doesn’t know in what mood Jungkook is and he doesn’t like arguing with him. He’s a 25 year old adult though, he can’t just hide in bed the whole day.
When he walks into the living room, the couch is empty except for Jungkook’s pillow and some covers. He can hear the sound of the coffee maker in the kitchen so he heads over there. He’s disappointed when he doesn’t find Jungkook here either. He sighs as he opens the fridge and grabs orange juice.
Then he hears the sound of the bathroom door and seconds later Jungkook shows up. They size each other up in silence and then Jungkook walks up to him and gives him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Good morning,” he says, a pout on his lips. “You’re an idiot.”
Jimin can’t stop the smile on his face. Jungkook is too adorable. “ You’re an idiot.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook rolls his eyes and pokes Jimin’s side, making him yelp. Then he takes Jimin’s orange juice and pours himself a glass. Jimin just looks at him with a fond smile. “I couldn’t sleep last night,” Jungkook leans against the counter. “‘Cause I kept trying to figure out what could be wrong.”
“Jungkook,” Jimin groans but Jungkook cuts him off.
“It can’t be because you don’t like the sex. I’m too good for that,” he starts listing on his fingers.
Jimin snorts. “Cocky much.”
“Am I wrong?” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow up as he asks. Jimin hates to admit that he’s right so he sticks his tongue out instead. “Exactly. I can accept you being tired, it happens to everyone, but you can’t be tired every single time I try to get it on. So, there has to be something else,” he says as he tucks his hair behind his ear. Jimin just indulges him, keeping his mouth shut. There’s no way he’ll ever find out the real reason without Jimin telling him first.
“So, I kept thinking about it and I’ve come to a conclusion,” he nods assuredly. “Do you want to hear it?”
“Sure,” Jimin shrugs, smiling amusedly.
“Do you have a STI that you’re not telling me about?”
Jimin blinks at him for a good fucking minute. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. He knows his face turns red as soon as the words leave Jungkook’s mouth because he’s burning. “What the fuck,” is all that comes out of his mouth.
“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me. Did you get it checked?”
“I don’t have a fucking STI!” Jimin yells, punching Jungkook in the arm. “Are you insane! Stop saying stupid shit!”
“Ow! Fucking stop!” Jungkook manages to get out under the sudden onslaught of punches. Jimin is mortified.
“God, I can’t fucking stand you!” Jimin whines, slapping Jungkook’s chest one last time before storming out, face burning with embarrassment.
“Baby! It’s fine you can tell me!”
“I’m breaking up with you!”
“No, you’re not,” Jungkook chuckles. “Come back.”
Jimin locks himself in the bathroom and hides his face in his hands. Jungkook is an idiot but he’ll take his stupid teasing over an argument anyday.
Jimin can’t wait for his tattoo parlor appointment tomorrow so he can finally prove to Jungkook that he’s a certified idiot.
And to finally, finally get laid.
Jimin bursts through the door of their apartment and makes Jungkook jump. His whole body is thrumming with excitement so he doesn’t really care that he almost gave his boyfriend a heart attack.
Free to get the dick he deserves.
It was a bit embarrassing when he asked his tattoo artist if he could have sexual intercourse and Jimin blushed when the guy said “Yes. As long as there’s no spanking involved,” but other than that everything is right in the world again.
Jimin takes his shoes and jacket off in record time and rushes into the living room, stopping in front of Jungkook and blocking his view of the TV.
“I’m home,” Jimin beams, resting his hands on his hips.
“I can see that,” Jungkook smiles. “What’s got you so excited?”
Jimin’s eyes trail down Jungkook’s body. He’s wearing black sweatpants and a baggy black shirt. He’s not wearing anything special but he’s never looked this attractive. It might be because Jimin hasn’t gotten laid in two weeks though.
“I have a surprise!” Jimin exclaims.
Jungkook looks at Jimin’s empty hands in confusion. “Where?”
“You’ll find out soon,” Jimin smirks, letting his arms fall to his sides. He takes a few steps towards Jungkook and straddles him. Jungkook’s eyebrows raise, hand falling to Jimin’s hips out of habit. “Let’s have sex,” Jimin drawls, looking at Jungkook under his lashes. He slides his hands up Jungkook’s shoulders and brushes their lips together.
“For real?” Jungkook asks suspiciously. “Don’t work me up if we’re not actually having sex, I’m not in the mood for teasing.”
“I’m serious this time,” Jimin bites on his bottom lip and buries his hands in Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook’s grip tightens on Jimin’s hips when Jimin pushes his ass against his crotch. “Fuck me.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out, eyes falling shut. He slides his hands up Jimin’s shirt and Jimin shivers at the touch. “Why now?”
“I want you,” Jimin says before kissing Jungkook. Jungkook sighs into the kiss, hot hands trailing up his sides. Jimin feels hot all over already. He can’t tell if it’s because he’s excited to show Jungkook his tattoo or if he’s been so deprived of sex that he’s already worked up.
“You want me, huh?” Jungkook asks when he breaks the kiss, a cocky grin on his lips. “How bad?”
Jimin smiles as he rolls his hips. Jungkook is getting hard under him. “Just a little bit,” Jimin says, shrugging nonchalantly. He hides his smile in Jungkook’s neck, trailing kisses down the expanse of his skin.
“Liar,” Jungkook whispers, nails scratching down Jimin’s back. Jimin groans and nips at Jungkook’s neck in retaliation. Jungkook smells like the almond shower gel they always use and it’s intoxicating to Jimin for some reason. He can’t stop rolling his hips, his own dick coming to life inside his jeans. He wants Jungkook naked, wants to be naked too. He needs to feel him. His skin is burning with desire. “Why didn’t you want to have sex with me if you want me?”
“Fuck me and I’ll show you.”
“What does that mea-,” Jungkook is cut off by Jimin’s lips. Jimin kisses him hungrily, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook tilts his head to the side and lets Jimin lead the pace. Jimin moans when Jungkook finally gets the memo, hands falling to his ass to grope his cheeks.
Their bodies are pressed together, chest heaving as the kiss becomes more heated. Jimin’s hand falls to Jungkook’s neck, thumb brushing against his pulse point. Jungkook feels so big underneath him, so strong against his body, and he’s all Jimin’s to play with. To touch, to kiss, to love. Jimin kisses him like it’s the last time, putting all of his heart into it. He cups his face and moans when Jungkook flicks his tongue just right.
Jimin rolls his hips and smiles when he feels that Jungkook is fully hard now. There’s so much tongue and teeth into the kiss that Jimin’s head is spinning. He can barely keep up with his own arousal, it feels like all of his nerve endings are on fire, searing hot where Jungkook touches him. Jungkook is breathing heavily into the kiss and it turns Jimin on even more, knowing he’s making him like this. Only he can make him like this.
Jungkook moans when Jimin cups his hand over his cock, applying a torturous pressure on it. It makes Jimin’s own cock twitch. Jungkook breaks a kiss to take a deep breath and Jimin stares at him with hungry eyes.
“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook drawls when Jimin slides his hand inside his underwear. Jimin bites on his bottom lip when he wraps it around his cock. It’s hot and heavy, and makes Jimin’s mouth water. Jimin strokes him lazily as he admires the changes on Jungkook’s face as pleasure courses through his body. “I fucking missed you,” Jungkook grunts out.
“Missed you too,” Jimin breathes out before catching his lips in another kiss. They’re breathing too heavily to put any finesse into the kiss. It’s just a messy slide of their lips in between desperate pants. “Want you so fucking bad,” Jimin whispers, flicking his thumb over the head of Jungkook’s cock, making him shudder.
“I’m so worked up I could come like this,” Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh. “Fuck,” he throws his head back when Jimin tightens his grip on his cock as he keeps stroking him.
“Do you want to?” Jimin mumbles against his jaw, leaving wet kisses there.
“I’ll literally take anything at this point,” Jungkook says. He’s starting to sweat a little from Jimin’s ministrations. He’s too overwhelmed by Jimin’s touch to do anything useful with his hands so they’re just resting on Jimin’s thighs. Jimin loves when he’s like this, all pliant and beautiful for him. “But I really want to fuck you.”
“I’ll do anything,” Jimin whispers, hot breath hitting Jungkook’s neck, making goosebumps rise on his skin. “Anything you want,” he cups Jungkook’s balls and massages them softly. It makes Jungkook moan. Jimin licks a hot trail up Jungkook’s neck before wrapping his lips around his lobe. He sucks on it, the cold metal of his earring contrasting with the warmth of Jimin’s tongue. Jungkook lets out a shaky breath when Jimin rubs his palm over his cockhead, before resuming his slow strokes. He brushes his lips up the shell of Jungkook’s ear and then whispers, “I’ll even call you hyung if you ask me to.”
Jungkook’s cock twitches in Jimin’s hand and he gasps. Jimin pulls back to look at him. He looks fucked out already, red lips wet with saliva and some strands of hair sticking to his sweaty temple. His eyes are so dark it’s almost scary. A wave of arousal courses through Jimin’s body. He needs to sit on Jungkook’s cock now or it feels like he’ll die.
“Really?” Jungkook asks, voice dripping with arousal. “You wanna call me that?”
“I don’t hate it,” Jimin smiles, teasing the slit of Jungkook’s cockhead with his thumb. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, lips parting on a silent moan. “I love how much you love it. I love how you get when I call you that.”
“And how do I get?” Jungkook says as he opens his eyes. Something is switching in his demeanour. His gaze is more assured, and his voice doesn’t waver when he speaks. Jimin’s body fills with excitement.
“Like this,” Jimin breathes out. “You’re looking at me like you want to wreck me.” Jimin’s cock twitches, stomach tightening with arousal.
“Is that what you want?”
Jimin lets go of Jungkook’s cock and rests his hands on his shoulder, bringing their faces so close they’re breathing in each other’s mouths. He holds Jungkook’s dark gaze and says “I want you to fuck me as hard as you love me. Hyung .”
Jimin barely has time to blink before he’s being lifted up and taken to the bedroom. He laughs when Jungkook throws him on the mattress, opening his arms when Jungkook drapes himself over him. Jungkook takes his wrists and pins them above his head, and kisses him hard. Their teeth hit each other’s but Jungkook soothes it by licking over Jimin’s lips. Jimin opens his mouth and moans when Jungkook grinds on him. Electricity courses through his body when their cocks meet, even over their clothes.
Jungkook’s grip on his wrists tightens when Jimin bucks his hips up to get more friction. He bites Jimin’s bottom lip in warning but Jimin doesn’t care, he’s too desperate to get off. He squirms until Jungkook gets tired of it and breaks the kiss, staring hard into his hooded eyes.
“Stop,” Jungkook commands.
“Fuck me,” Jimin says, bucking up into Jungkook and he moans when his cock grazes Jungkook’s. “Fuck me, hyung.”
“God,” Jungkook’s head drops onto Jimin’s shoulder. “I don’t think I can do this. You’re going to fucking kill me.”
Jimin scoffs, knowing damn well that it’s nothing compared to how he’ll react when he sees his tattoo. Jimin wants him to see. He’s wearing too many clothes. He wants Jungkook to see, wants him to lose control and fuck him like he deserves. Giving him orders isn’t going to make Jungkook go any faster though, so he’s going to have to use his special tricks. Seduction always makes Jungkook cave.
Jimin stops squirming, relaxing into the sheets. He uncurls his fists and Jungkook’s hold lets up. Jimin slides one of his thigh up Jungkook’s body slowly, rubbing against his hip, and gives him the best bedroom eyes he can muster.
“I look too pretty to be left like this,” he smiles sweetly. “Are you really not gonna take care of me, hyung?” he finishes his sentence by tilting his head to the side, looking as coy as ever.
Jungkook stares at him for a while before moving his head to Jimin’s ear. “I know what you’re doing,” he whispers before licking up the shell of Jimin’s ear.
Jimin closes his eyes and a pleased sigh escapes his lips. “Play with me,” he whines. “You like it when I call you hyung, so act like one,” he says, sliding his foot down Jungkook’s thigh. “Take care of me.”
“Is that the surprise you were talking about?” Jungkook asks, pulling back to look at Jimin. He looks like he’s holding back even though he wants Jimin just as bad.
“No,” Jimin smiles sheepishly, “but you’re so close to finding out what it is.”
Jungkook’s eyes do a once over of Jimin’s body, looking for something he might have missed. He lets go of one of Jimin’s wrists and hooks his index finger into the hem of Jimin’s t-shirt.
“Is it hidden underneath this?” he asks, eyes darkening at the thought.
“Maybe,” Jimin shrugs.
“Is it lingerie?”
Jimin quirks an eyebrow at this. It’s the first time one of them has mentioned lingerie before. “Is that something you’d be into?”
“So, it’s not lingerie then?” Jungkook smiles.
“Answer the question.”
“Maybe,” Jungkook says, looking down Jimin’s shirt. “You’d look pretty.”
Jimin stores that information for later. “Undress me,” he says.
Jungkook stares at him for a second, as if he’ll find the answer to his question in Jimin’s eyes. Jimin isn’t going to spoil the surprise. Then, he sits back on his haunches and takes Jimin’s shirt off. Jimin smiles because finally, finally they’re getting things going. Jimin takes Jungkook’s shirt off as well and can’t help but slide his hands down his chest. A trail of goosebumps appear on Jungkook’s skin. His sleeve is on full display and Jimin’s cock twitches. He looks so fucking hot like this, it’s insane.
Jungkook makes him lie back down before undoing his pants. Jimin’s heart hammers in his chest when they slide off of his legs. So close. Jungkook’s eyes trail down his body, probably in search of his surprise. Jimin chuckles when he frowns.
“Keep going,” Jimin says, sliding his hands up his own chest. Jungkook’s eyes on his body makes him feel hot all over. Jungkook bends down to kiss Jimin’s stomach, tracing a soft trail up his chest. Jimin lets his hands fall to his sides and closes his eyes, heat pooling in his belly. Jungkook’s lips feel heavenly, tongue wet on his overheated skin.
Jimin shivers when Jungkook slides his hands up his sides, thumbs grazing his nipples. Jungkook kisses his chest like he did the first time they made love, like he’s never mapped out Jimin’s body with his mouth before. Except he knows Jimin’s body by heart, knows exactly what makes Jimin twitch. Jungkook’s thumbs play with the hardening nub of Jimin’s nipples as he sucks a hickey on his collarbone.
Jimin lifts his hands to caress Jungkook’s biceps. He opens his eyes and traces the shapes of his tattoos with the tips of his fingers. Jungkook catches Jimin’s lips into a wet kiss, so sensual it makes Jimin’s head spin. He digs his nails in Jungkook’s arms when Jungkook brings their hips together.
Jungkook’s hands travel to the hem of Jimin’s boxers, slipping them down his legs as best as he can without breaking the kiss. Jimin’s heart skips a beat. He’s getting a bit anxious. What if Jungkook doesn’t even like the tattoo? There’s not much Jimin can do about it now.
Jungkook breaks the kiss and sits back to finish taking Jimin’s boxers off. He throws them on the floor and looks at Jimin’s body intently, hands skimming up his thighs. He looks perplexed in the silence of their bedroom, and it makes Jimin chuckle.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I don’t see anything different,” Jungkook admits. Jimin bites on his bottom lip, heart beating in his throat. “You look fucking good, though,” Jungkook adds. Jimin laughs and he feels a little bit more relaxed. Yeah, there’s no way Jungkook won’t like his surprise.
“Ready?” Jimin asks as he leans up on his elbows.
“For what?” Jungkook frowns.
“Your surprise, dumbass.”
“Well, if you say it like that.”
Jimin takes a deep breath and slowly turns around, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s face until he’s facing back to him. He settles on his hands and knees and then lowers his body until he’s leaning on his forearms, ass on full display.
He doesn’t dare looking over his shoulder. Instead, he holds onto his pillow for dear life. There’s a tense silence in the room and it makes Jimin anxious. Jungkook isn’t saying anything. All that can be heard is the sound of cars driving by their window. Jimin’s heart is racing in his chest and he can feel himself blush from being in this position with nothing happening.
Then he hears it.
A shaky exhale.
Jimin throws a tentative glance over his shoulder and what he sees knocks all the air out of his lungs. Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on his tattoo and Jimin has never seen him look at his body this way. There’s hunger and something so, so dark. Something like arousal and desperation, but not really. Something more intense. There’s a hint of pride there as well and it shows in the way Jungkook’s chest puffs up. Jungkook is looking at him like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and also like he’s going to ravish him. His hands are fisted into his sweatpants and his abs keeps flexing every time he exhales.
Jimin is kind of scared of what Jungkook could do to him in this state, but he’s more curious. Heat spreads in his stomach, his cock twitches and his hole flutters. He needs Jungkook inside him yesterday.
“Do you like it?” Jimin asks, breaking the silence with a shaky whisper.
“You got my fucking name tattooed on your ass,” Jungkook says. His voice has never sounded so deep and Jimin can tell he’s trying to hold back. It shows in the way he’s taking careful breaths. Sweat is accumulating on his temple and chest. He looks like a fucking wet dream. “ My name.”
“Yeah,” Jimin breathes out. He squirms under Jungkook’s intense gaze. One of Jungkook’s hands fly to Jimin’s untattooed cheek and the sudden movement makes him gasp. There’s strength behind Jungkook’s grip and it translates how close he is to losing it. Jimin is filled with dark satisfaction. “On my ass,” Jimin says, bringing a hand to his tattooed cheek. He spreads it to expose his hole, to see how far past Jungkook’s limits he can push him. “Just for you to see.”
Jungkook grabs Jimin’s wrist and holds it against his back. Jimin’s cock twitches and he doesn’t even try to hide his smile. Jungkook tilts his head to the side and his expression turns casual, eyes never leaving Jimin’s tattoo.
“You know that I’m going to ruin you, right?”
Jimin lets out a breathy laugh but it sounds more like a desperate whine. He’s fucking overwhelmed. “Yes.”
“Is that why you got it?” Jungkook’s speaking so casually, which is paradoxical to the way he was looking at Jimin a minute ago. A switch flips in Jimin’s head. Jungkook is into that headspace, the one he gets into when Jimin pushes his buttons and he’s so overwhelmed that he pretends like he’s not affected by Jimin at all. He knows it drives Jimin crazy, and he knows that Jimin loves it at the same time.
“Yes,” Jimin replies, voice wavering. He needs Jungkook to touch him. He whimpers when Jungkook tightens his hold around his wrist. He loves it. He loves Jungkook like this.
“You’re so fucking bad,” Jungkook grunts out and he bucks his hips up into Jimin’s ass. Jimin gasps when he feels the outline of his hard cock. Jungkook bends over him, leaning on one arm, right next to Jimin’s head. He doesn’t let go of Jimin’s wrist and the stretch hurts a little but Jimin doesn’t mind it. Jimin shivers when he feels Jungkook’s hot breath on his ear. He’s breathing heavily. “I fucking love you.”
Jimin smiles darkly. “I know,” he nods. “Show me. Show me how much you love me.”
Jungkook catches his lips in a messy kiss before pulling away completely. Jimin’s body sags against the mattress when Jungkook lets go of him and he feels cold without his body over him. Jungkook hops off the bed and takes their bottle of lube out of their bedside table. It only takes him a few seconds until he’s back in his previous spot behind Jimin.
He lifts Jimin’s hips up and then pours lube on his fingers. Jimin’s panting heavily, anticipation simmering under his skin. He hasn’t been touched or touched himself there in weeks. He needs it.
“Keep calling me hyung,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t give Jimin the opportunity to reply before pushing one finger in. A whine gets stuck in Jimin’s throat as he grips the sheets. Despite it being a while since last time they did this, Jimin opens up easily for Jungkook, so used to taking his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
Jungkook takes it slow, pushing his finger in and out in slow strokes until he’s all the way in. Jimin relaxes into the sheets, body tingling with arousal. Jungkook cups Jimin’s tattooed cheek, eyes trained on his own name as he fingers Jimin open. Jimin’s legs shake with small tremors of pleasure as Jungkook fucks his finger into him at a slow pace. It’s a perfect build up to what’s to come.
“Tight,” Jungkook comments, thumb caressing Jimin’s tattoo.
“More, hyung,” Jimin whispers to let him know he can take a second finger. Jungkook doesn’t listen, instead he curls his finger inside of Jimin and presses it against his prostate dead on. Jimin’s whole body shudders, a moan escaping his lips. “Yes.”
Jungkook is in a teasing mood because he doesn’t listen to Jimin’s encouragements. He pulls his finger out before adding a second one. The stretch is a little more painful at first but it goes away quickly. Jungkook takes his time to push both fingers in, making sure not to hurt Jimin. Jimin can tell he’s desperate though, because he’s gripping onto his ass so hard there’s bound to be marks tomorrow. Jimin understands his desperation.
“I wish I could put my cock in you right away,” Jungkook says, punctuating his sentence by grinding his cock on Jimin’s thigh. “You feel so fucking good on my fingers.”
Jimin’s breathing grows in intensity as Jungkook quickens the pace of his fingers. He’s fucking him properly now and the tips brush so close to his prostate every time it’s driving him crazy. He knows Jungkook is doing it on purpose.
“Then hurry up,” Jimin says, bucking his hips back, moaning when a spark of pleasure runs down his spine.
Jungkook buries his fingers deep inside of Jimin and leaves them there as he bends over him. Jimin whines, squirming to make him move but Jungkook is too heavy.
“Do you know why I like when you call me hyung?” he whispers in Jimin’s ear. Jimin huffs in frustration because really? Can’t they talk about this another time?
“No,” Jimin shakes his head.
“Cause you’re so bossy,” Jungkook breathes out, brushing the tips of his fingers against Jimin’s prostate. “Always telling me what to do with you,” Jungkook smiles against Jimin’s ear. “Because you’re my hyung right?”
“Yes,” Jimin nods, voice breaking on a moan when Jungkook resumes his fucking, slow and torturous.
“But when I’ve got you like this,” Jungkook licks Jimin’s ear. “There’s not much you can do but listen to me.”
Jimin hides his face in his pillow, face burning with arousal and a little bit of something else. It’s not often he feels it during sex because they don’t experiment with it a lot.
“I’m the boss now, hyung ,” Jungkook says the word with so much contempt it makes something stir in Jimin’s stomach. “What is it that you always say to me?” he says, jostling Jimin body with a deep thrust of his fingers. Jimin yelps into his pillow. “Keep quiet,” he whispers, “and do as hyung says.”
Shame. That’s what Jimin feels. Humiliating and delicious at the same time.
“Do you think you can you do that for me, Jiminie?” Jungkook chuckles darkly.
Jimin’s cock aches, precum dripping from the tip and wetting the sheets. He feels like his whole body is blushing and he can’t reply because he’s too busy panting and whimpering. Jungkook is fucking him deep and hard with his fingers now and he’s going to lose his mind. He feels overheated with the added weight of Jungkook’s body over his.
“Can you?” Jungkook asks again, pressing the tips of his fingers on Jimin’s prostate and massaging it.
“Yes!” Jimin yelps, turning his head to breathe better. “Yes, I can, hyung.”
“Mh, good,” Jungkook kisses his cheek before kneeling behind him. He pulls his fingers out and adds more lube before pushing three of them inside of Jimin. He’s not as slow this time but it’s easier for Jimin’s body to accomodate to the stretch. “This,” Jungkook says as he makes Jimin’s tattooed cheek jiggle in his hand. “What a fucking good gift this is.”
Jimin’s filled with a sense of pride, similar to satisfaction. He’s pleased to please Jungkook. It wouldn’t affect him as much if Jungkook wasn’t three fingers deep in him.
“So pretty,” Jungkook’s breathing heavily as he incessantly grinds against Jimin’s thigh. “Like its owner.”
“You,” the word escapes Jimin’s mouth before thinking about it. He hides his face when he realizes what he’s said and what Jungkook meant.
Jungkook pulls his fingers out of Jimin making him groan in frustration. Jungkook moves around behind him for a few seconds and then Jimin hears the cap of the lube being opened again. He’s filled with a feeling of anticipation. Finally. It takes long seconds but finally he feels the tip of Jungkook’s cock against his entrance.
“Me, huh?” Jungkook says right before pushing in. Jimin digs his nails into the mattress and his teeth into the pillow. His spine tingles with a mix of pain and pleasure, a feeling he’s addicted to. Jungkook pushes in slowly until he’s almost all the way in. “Is this mine?” he punctuates his question with a hard thrust, until he’s pushed his cock in to the hilt.
Jimin’s body jostles forward and a moan escapes his lips. It’s been two fucking weeks and Jungkook’s cock has never felt this good. His body is burning, he’s sweating and his cock is painfully hard and wet. The stretch is as heavenly as he remembers but the intensity of everything that is Jungkook right now, is new and exciting and terrifying. He’s never been happier about his damn tattoo.
“Tell me, Jiminie,” Jungkook speaks, pulling his cock out so, so slow before fucking in in a harsh thrust. Jimin is about to lose is mind, he can’t keep up with whatever Jungkook’s saying. All he wants is to get fucked. “Does this belong to me?” he asks, squeezing Jimin’s ass in both hands. “Is that why you put hyung’s name on it?”
Jimin tries to splutter out a reply but it’s muffled by his pillow. Jungkook is fucking him so slow, so deep every time he buries himself inside of Jimin, yet Jimin’s acting like he’s being pounded into the mattress. Jungkook’s dirty talk is affecting more than he expected. Jungkook, no matter how much he likes dirty talk, is never the most vocal one of the two. Jimin always has to coax it out of him by provoking him. It’s not new for Jungkook to be in control but it’s new for Jimin to be so little in control. He always feels like he’s got the upper hand no matter what they’re doing but it’s the first time he feels like he’s at Jungkook’s complete mercy.
Jungkook’s hand tangles in Jimin’s hair and he tugs on it to bring his head up. Jimin arches his back in a pretty curve and takes a deep breath, leaning up on his hands. Jungkook doesn’t stop moving his hips, cock dragging against Jimin’s tight walls.
“Why aren’t you answering, baby?” Jungkook asks in fake concern. Jimin can tell he’s mocking him.
“So good,” Jimin breathes out, blinking when sweat drips down his face. He can’t help but fuck back.
“Hyung’s cock,” Jimin’s voice breaks on a moan. Jungkook’s grip on his hair doesn’t let up and neither does the one on his hip. All he can feel is Jungkook everywhere, on him, around him, in him. It feels so good.
“So cute,” Jungkook chuckles as he kisses Jimin’s cheek, trailing down his neck. He lets go of Jimin’s hair and pushes his shoulders into the bed. Jimin gasps at the sudden movement but it’s quickly replaced by a groan when Jungkook starts to quicken his pace.
He grips Jimin’s hips and the long slow drags of his cock turn into sharper, shorter ones. Hard enough for pleasure to slowly start building but not nearly enough to make him come yet. Jimin leans on his forearms and lets his head fall in between his shoulders as Jungkook fucks him. The more Jungkook builds momentum, the louder they both become.
Jungkook’s hips slap against Jimin’s ass every time he thrusts in, his breathing becoming louder and louder the more overwhelmed he gets. Every time he moans, it sends a spark of pleasure down Jimin’s spine.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, hips twitching. “You’ve really made it hard on me, Jimin. How am I supposed to last when my fucking name is on your ass?”
Jimin can’t help but laugh as he fucks back into Jungkook’s thrusts. “I should have gotten Jungkook hyung tattooed.”
“I would have come as soon as I put it in if you had done that,” Jungkook chuckles. He slams his cock inside of Jimin and stays there, buried deep inside of him. Jimin gasps and falls forward when Jungkook pushes against his back. He lies down on his stomach and Jungkook lifts one of his legs up. He straddles Jimin’s outstretched leg and rests one of his hand on his other one. His tattooed cheek is on full display in this position and the change of angle is doing wonders for Jimin. Every time Jungkook fucks into him, the tip of his cock brushes against his prostate.
“Fuck, yes,” Jimin moans when Jungkook sets a slow pace, going so deep inside of him that it makes him tingle all the way to his toes. Jungkook rolls his hips in a way that’s driving him insane. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Don’t stop.”
“You like it?” Jungkook asks in between heavy breaths. His sweaty hand keeps sliding down Jimin’s thigh, and he’s playing with Jimin’s ass with the other, staring at his cock going in and out of Jimin’s body.
“I love it, Jungkook,” Jimin breathes out, eyes closed and cheek squished against his pillow. He keeps curling and uncurling his fist on the sheets, not really knowing what to do with himself when he feels that good. “Hyung,” he corrects himself. “Jungkook hyung.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans.
He starts fucking Jimin faster, losing patience with the slow pace that he’s set for Jimin’s sake. Jimin lifts his leg higher up and moans every time Jungkook’s thrusts pushes him against the mattress. Jungkook grips Jimin’s hips and leans his weight on them as he fucks Jimin properly. His balls slap against Jimin’s ass at every hard thrusts, the sound of skin on skin sounding obscene in between their moans.
“Two weeks without this, Jimin,” Jungkook says as he fucks into Jimin harder. Incoherent sounds spill out of Jimin’s parted lips and the pillow sticks to his sweaty forehead. “You want me dead,” Jungkook fucks so hard and deep inside him that he hits Jimin’s prostate, eliciting a surprised scream from him. “I can’t live without this. Do you know how fucking good you make me feel? Nothing compares, Jimin. Nothing fucking compares to you.”
Jimin feels overwhelmed with emotion, doesn’t really know how he feels except good. He feels so fucking good. Jungkook makes him feel like the most desirable person in the world and the way he’s fucking him is making him dizzy with pleasure.
He tries to fucks himself back on Jungkook’s cock but he can’t move because Jungkook’s fucking him too fast and too good. He can’t think but he loves when Jungkook speaks. His cock is so wet and probably so red, he wants to touch himself so bad but he can’t move because he’s afraid that if he does the angle won’t be as perfect as it is now.
Jungkook’s hands slips from Jimin’s waist and he has to slow his pace down to reposition himself every time, until he gets tired of it. He lets out a frustrated groan before pulling out of Jimin. Jimin doesn’t have time to complain before he’s being pushed onto his hands and knees again. Jungkook would usually push him on his back or let him ride him on any other day but he’s guessing that he doesn’t want to take his eyes off of his tattoo.
Jungkook slams his cock back in so fast that it knocks the air out of Jimin’s lungs. Jimin stretches his arms out and rests his hands flat on the headboard. His back is arched into an obscene curve and the angle allows Jungkook to go even deeper. Jungkook grips his hips and starts pounding into him.
Jimin is literally drooling from how good it feels, loud moans spilling out of his lips. His ass stings from the force of Jungkook’s hips but that’s exactly how he loves to get fucked. How he survived two weeks without this is a mystery to Jimin. If there’s one thing he could do for the rest of his life it’d be this. With Jungkook. No one fucks him better than Jungkook.
“So good for hyung,” Jungkook mumbles. “Got my name on your ass just for me to see,” he chuckles darkly. “No one will ever see it, huh baby?”
Jimin pushes against the headboard to meet Jungkook’s thrusts, feeling so full. “No one,” he breathes out.
“Why is that?” Jungkook asks, fucking so hard into Jimin they almost fall over. “Tell me why no one will ever see it.” He tangles his hand in Jimin’s hair and forces him onto his hands. Jimin has no choice but to stay and take whatever Jungkook gives him.
“Cause it’s yours,” he moans.
“That’s right, baby. All mine,” he punctuates every word with a slam of his cock. “Forever.”
“Yes,” Jimin whines, wrists hurting from holding his weight up.
Jungkook lets go of his hair and Jimin buries his face in his pillow, screaming when Jungkook changes the angle and pounds into him, hitting his prostate at every thrusts. Jimin doesn’t understand how Jungkook can keep fucking him harder and harder like this. Jimin’s body feels too small for all the pleasure he’s feeling right now, he can’t tell if it’s because Jungkook is doing some of his best work of if their two weeks of abstinence has to do with it.
Jimin can barely breathe and he’s sweating a lot. His ass aches in the best way possible and Jungkook’s hands on his hips is the only thing that’s keeping him grounded. He can feel his orgasm, build, build, build in the pit of his stomach, so close.
“Are you gonna come on hyung’s cock, Jiminie?” Jungkook grunts out, sounding so fucked out.
Jimin’s reply comes in the form of violent twitching and a drawled out scream as he comes so hard he sees white. One of his hands fly out to Jungkook’s thigh, digging his nails into the skin as his whole body shakes from his orgasm.
Jungkook doesn’t stop fucking him, slowing down only slightly as his rhythm becomes erratic. He’s moaning so loud it sends another wave of pleasure through Jimin’s body, hole starting to feel over sensitive already. He needs Jungkook to come quick.
“Come in me,” he whimpers. “Come in me, hyung.”
“Made me feel so good, hyung,” Jimin shudders, feeling sensitive all over. “Give it to me.”
Jungkook’s hips twitch as he comes hard, moaning Jimin’s name. He slams his hips one, two, three times inside of Jimin before burying himself to the hilt and falling onto Jimin’s body. Jimin yelps at the sudden heavy weight as he feels hot cum spilling inside of him.
They stay like this for a long time, trying to catch their breaths. Jungkook feels like dead weight on him and Jimin can’t tell if he’s asleep or not. It’s starting to feel uncomfortable because he’s sweaty and he’s lying in his cum. He grunts and elbows Jungkook in the ribs. Jungkook grunts back.
“Move,” Jimin whines. “You’re going to suffocate me.”
Jungkook sighs before pulling out of Jimin and rolling over on his side of the bed. “We don’t want that.”
“I mean there’s worst ways to die than getting suffocated after having one of the best orgasms of my life, but yeah.”
“I feel like I could go again,” Jungkook says, looking down at his softening cock. “That’s how much it turned me on.”
Jimin laughs as he rolls onto his back. He sighs and stretches his arms above his head, moaning from how good it feels. Jungkook is staring him with dark eyes.
“No really, I could fuck you again right now,” he says.
“No, no, no,” Jimin shakes his head with an amused smile on his face. “I can’t take any more today.”
“Shame,” Jungkook pouts.
They lie in silence for a while as they slowly come down from their orgasms. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s cum dripping onto his thighs but he’s not bothered because he’s used to it. His ass stings more than normal but it’s an ache he can get used to. He can’t keep his eyes off of Jungkook’s sweaty body. His long hair stick to his face and neck, and if Jimin hadn’t been pounded within an inch of his life just now, he could probably go again.
“You know you’re gonna have to walk around naked all the time now, right?” Jungkook says. He caresses Jimin’s thigh.
“Shut up,” Jimin laughs.
“No seriously, you don’t understand how much I love that tattoo.”
Jimin rolls onto his side and runs his fingers over his name and the date of their first meeting on Jungkook’s wrist. “I think I understand just fine,” he smiles fondly. “I’ll get more tattoos like yours in the future.”
Jungkook’s eyes are filled with love when he looks at him. He brings Jimin into an embrace, wrapping his arms around him. Jimin buries his face into his neck and hums happily. Jungkook pulls back and kisses Jimin, long and slow.
“I love you so much,” he whispers against Jimin’s lips. The words go straight to Jimin’s heart and make a home there.
“I love you.”
And two years later, when they find themselves in a beautiful hotel room in Hawaii on their honeymoon, Jimin surprises Jungkook with their wedding date tattooed on his ribs, just under the words he spoke when he said his vows. “You are me, I am you.”