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Jimin paced back and forth in his room, his phone pressed to his ear.
“You know our plan for today? It’s not happening anymore.” His voice was blunt, but he knew Hoseok wouldn’t like it.
On the other end of the line, his friend unleashed a string of curses so creative that Jimin rolled his eyes before hearing the inevitable question:
“And why, exactly?”
“Seriously, Jimin, this is the last straw. I’m not planning anything with you again!” Hoseok complained, clearly annoyed.
Jimin opened his mouth to explain, but as usual, Hoseok was already launching into one of his rants.
“Our plan to ditch your dad was perfect. Perfect!” Hoseok fumed indignantly. “You’re going to leave Lee hanging. Literally.”
The insinuation was so ridiculous it drew an exasperated sigh from Jimin.
“Hoseok, shut up!” he yelled, cutting off the stream of words.
His friend huffed irritably.
“Fine, what is it this time?”
“The plan’s off because…” Jimin paused deliberately, just to build the tension. “I can leave freely. My dad went on a trip with my stepmother.”
Hoseok was silent for two seconds.
“You bastard!” he exploded, his irritation quickly replaced by excitement. “Why didn’t you say that sooner, idiot?”
Jimin smirked, sitting on the bed with a satisfied air.
“You didn’t give me a chance to talk.”
“And you thought it was funny to let me freak out, didn’t you?” Hoseok accused, though he didn’t sound genuinely angry.
Jimin let out a laugh, shaking his head.
“Maybe a little.”
“Whatever, I still want you to come with me, but I’m going to that party anyway. And I’m making out with that dark-haired guy, with or without you.”
“Player,” Jimin teased, leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows. “You’d do anything for a nice ass.”
“It’s not just any ass, honey. It’s his!” Hoseok replied in a dreamy tone that made Jimin roll his eyes again.
“It’s not even the part you like best. I know you’re into something else.”
“Oh, and you’re an expert on that, aren’t you, Jimin?” Hoseok shot back sarcastically. Jimin just laughed in response before his friend changed the subject.
“And Jungkook?”
Jimin blinked, his laughter fading, surprised by the sudden mention.
“What about him?”
“Uh, where is he?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t seen him in a while. He’s probably in his room or somewhere else.”
“You guys live in the same house and barely see each other. That’s so weird to me.” Hoseok sounded genuinely puzzled.
Jimin sighed, already tired of the topic.
“It depends on his mood. Most of the time, he ignores my existence. But some days…” He gripped his phone tighter. “Some days, it feels like his only mission in life is to annoy the hell out of me.”
Hoseok laughed, as if the comment was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
“And you love it.”
“Come on, Hobi!” Jimin whined, a pout forming on his lips, even though his friend couldn’t see it. “I’m over that phase.”
Hoseok’s laughter grew louder.
“Over it? You? Oh, sure. Listen, you guys aren’t blood-related, barely even interacted before your parents decided to move in together. That was two years ago, Jimin. Don’t give me this crap about only wanting a brotherly relationship with Jungkook now.”
Jimin closed his eyes, trying to keep his tone controlled.
“I don’t want a brotherly relationship with him. I don’t want any relationship, actually. He’s… irrelevant to me.”
The neutrality in Jimin’s voice was practiced, but he knew Hoseok wasn’t easy to fool.
“Wow, you’re really over it. I’m so proud.” The sarcasm in Hoseok’s voice was followed by a mischievous laugh.
Jimin threw himself onto the bed, muffling a sigh into his pillow. Hoseok knew exactly how to push his buttons.
He complained while his best friend laughed on the other end, then finally ended the call.
The hallway seemed even gloomier with the burnt-out bulb, the shadows cast by the window cracks forming unsettling shapes on the walls. Jimin huffed, sliding his fingers over the light switch in a futile attempt to brighten the space. “Just great. Of course, it had to happen today when I’m home alone,” he muttered irritably, hesitating in front of Jungkook’s closed door.
“Jungkook? Are you in there?” His voice came out soft, echoing in the heavy silence of the house. No answer. After waiting for a moment, he headed toward the kitchen.
Descending the creaky wooden stairs, the noise felt disproportionately loud, as if the house wanted to remind him of his solitude. Jimin spotted a lone bottle on the counter. Vodka. He picked it up and sniffed it, wrinkling his nose at the strong scent. “Pure alcohol… Of course, it has to be his.”
“Maybe I’ll try some…” He brought the bottle to his lips and took a generous swig. The liquid burned his throat like liquid fire, making him cough and tear up. “Devil’s drink,” he cursed between coughs, feeling the heat spread through his body.
Jimin opened a cabinet and grabbed a pair of scissors to cut the tag off his new shirt, walking back down the dark hallway. The silence around him was oppressive, and he realized he was moving faster than necessary, almost as if trying to escape the darkness. Passing by Jungkook’s door again, he felt a shiver run down his spine. He stopped, glancing over his shoulder to stare at the empty hallway, but the feeling of being watched persisted.
That’s when the scissors slipped from his fingers, falling to the ground with a sharp clang that shattered the silence. As he bent down to pick them up, he caught a faint shadow from the corner of his eye. Before he could react, strong hands grabbed him from behind, muffling his scream with a precise motion. His heart raced, and he instinctively struggled, but whoever it was had the upper hand.
“Mmhhmm! Mmm!” Jimin thrashed, panic surging through him. He was dragged into Jungkook’s room, the door slamming shut behind them. Darkness enveloped him, the familiar smell of aged wood and musky cologne giving away his location. Before his fear could spiral into full-blown terror, the lights flicked on, revealing Jungkook, red-faced from trying to stifle his laughter.
“You!” Jimin gasped, confusion and relief quickly morphing into anger.
Jungkook leaned against the wall, a smug grin playing on his lips. “That’s me, doll. Why so jumpy?”
“I’m going to kill you, you bastard!” Jimin yelled, fury erupting. He lunged at Jungkook with all his strength, throwing wild punches.
“Calm down, wildcat!” Jungkook defended himself, laughing intermittently. He easily caught Jimin’s fists, the disparity in their strength obvious. “It was just a joke.”
“A joke?” Jimin spat, panting. “A joke my ass!” Despite being restrained, Jimin didn’t give up. Finally breaking free, his cheeks flushed with irritation. “You’re an unfunny idiot, Jungkook. And to make it worse, you act like a total child.”
Jungkook crossed his arms, the victorious smirk on his face unrelenting. “I was bored. Who can blame me?”
Jimin groaned, rubbing his temples. “I feel dizzy… and that’s your fault.”
“From the scare I gave you or from the vodka you drank earlier?” Jungkook tilted his head, clearly amused.
“Both, idiot.”
“Hey, don’t blame me for that.” Jungkook shrugged, stepping closer with a teasing smile. “Besides, you need to relax.”
“Why don’t you relax with a punch to the face?” Jimin shot back, raising a clenched fist. “But I’ll get my revenge later. I have to go get ready.”
The banter paused, both visibly on edge, until Jungkook questioned him. “You’re going out? With who? Where?”
“With Saeon. And for the last time, it’s none of your business where we’re going.” Jimin replied irritably, trying to push past him, though with little force.
“With Saeon? Really, Jimin?” Jungkook countered, crossing his arms, his sarcastic grin maddening. “I thought you had better taste… like before, when you were head over heels for m—”
“If you finish that sentence, I swear I’ll end you.” Jimin pointed a threatening finger, which Jungkook promptly bit, a childish move that only infuriated him more.
“Idiot!” Jimin snapped.
Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly. “Relax, doll. I’m just saying you might want to think twice before running off to some boring date.”
“It’s none of your concern. Move out of my way. Now.” Jimin stepped closer, his face mere inches from Jungkook’s broad chest.
“I think you meant to say you’re heading to your room to put on pajamas and watch The Notebook for the hundredth time while crying yourself to sleep like a baby.”
Jimin let out a frustrated scream. “Great joke, Jungkook! When I get back tomorrow, maybe I’ll even laugh at it.”
“Back from dreamland, you mean?” Jungkook retorted with a grin, still blocking his path.
“Move, damn it!”
“Sure, so you can come back at dawn, all disheveled, while I stay here taking care of the house? It’s my duty as the older brother to stop you from messing up, you know.”
“You never wanted to be my brother, Jungkook, so spare me the theatrics.”
For a second, Jungkook’s grin disappeared. He tilted his head, his eyes darkening, and replied in a low voice, “You’re right. I never did.”
Jimin felt his stomach clench but didn’t have time to dwell on what that meant. He shoved Jungkook again, ignoring how the air around them felt heavier, hotter.
Jungkook, however, didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice almost a whisper. “And you’re not going anywhere. It’s late, and you know as well as I do that your dad would never let you.”
Jimin raised an eyebrow defiantly. “My dad’s not here, and you’re not him. How are you going to stop me? Ground me? Hit me?”
“Option two,” Jungkook replied mischievously, and before Jimin could react, he felt a strong slap land on his butt, the sound echoing through the room.
“You bastard!” Jimin yelled, spinning around abruptly to face him, his hands covering the stinging area as fury blazed in his eyes. “Have you lost your damn mind?!”
“If you don’t behave, I’ll do it again.” Jungkook smirked, clearly enjoying himself.
“Try me,” Jimin shot back, his eyes shining with defiance.
Without warning, he grabbed the heavy pillow from Jungkook’s bed and began hitting him with it forcefully. Jungkook raised his arms to protect himself, retreating toward the wall.
“Stop it, Jimin!” Jungkook shielded his face but kept backing away under the relentless attacks.
“I won’t stop until I’m done with you!” Jimin declared, his voice vibrating with anger, each swing harder than the last.
The fight escalated until they both tumbled to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs. Jimin ended up on top, straddling Jungkook’s waist, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
“You’re unbearable,” Jimin shouted, still clutching the pillow. He raised it again, but Jungkook was quicker, tossing it aside and pinning Jimin down.
“Enough!” Jungkook growled, gripping Jimin’s wrists to immobilize him.
That’s when Jimin noticed it. Something hard pressed against him, unmistakable even through their clothes. He froze, his heart racing as he realized just how close they were—and exactly what was causing the pressure.
“You’re…?” Jimin started, but he trailed off.
He hesitated, as though driven by an inexplicable impulse, and shifted slightly in Jungkook’s lap. Just once, testing the waters. The low, guttural sound that escaped Jungkook’s lips startled him, but it also emboldened him. He moved again, this time more deliberately, and felt Jungkook’s immediate reaction beneath him.
“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was strained, a warning laced with something else—something darker.
Jimin leaned forward, their faces close enough that he could feel Jungkook’s ragged breath on his skin. The corners of his mouth curled into a challenging smirk. “You told me to relax, didn’t you?”
Without waiting for a reply, he began to move with a deliberate rhythm, rolling his hips against Jungkook’s, the friction undeniable. Each motion was slow, teasing, meant to provoke.
Jungkook clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on Jimin’s waist. His fingers dug into the fabric of Jimin’s shirt, holding him firmly in place. “If you keep this up, I swear—”
“Swear what?” Jimin interrupted, his voice dripping with mockery, tilting his head as though daring Jungkook to finish his sentence. “What are you gonna do about it, oppa?”
The word was laced with playful venom, and it clearly struck a nerve. Jungkook’s eyes darkened, his restraint visibly fraying.
“You’re playing with fire, Jimin,” Jungkook said through gritted teeth, his voice dangerously low.
“And you’re letting me,” Jimin shot back, his smirk widening as he rolled his hips again, dragging another involuntary sound from Jungkook.
The air between them was heavy, charged with something unspoken but impossible to ignore. Jimin reveled in the power shift, feeling Jungkook’s resolve crack under his deliberate movements.
But just as Jungkook’s grip tightened further, threatening to tip the balance back in his favor, Jimin abruptly stopped. He pulled back, the heat between them dissipating slightly as he slid off Jungkook’s lap and stood up.
Adjusting his clothes as though nothing had happened, he glanced back at Jungkook, who was still on the floor, his expression caught between disbelief and frustration.
Although you managed to interrupt my plans for tonight, I defeated you,” Jimin said, focusing to keep his legs from trembling. “Good night, Jungkook,” He said sweetly, his tone dripping with fake innocence. He gave a small, mocking wave before turning to leave.
As he walked down the hallway, a victorious grin spread across his lips. His steps were steady, though his heart was pounding. One thing was clear—he’d won this round.
1–0, Park Jimin.
Jimin dropped his phone onto the bed with a heavy sigh, the screen still glowing with the apology texts he’d sent to Hoseok and Saeon. He had promised to make it up to them, but the truth was, he couldn’t summon the energy to leave. His excitement had vanished completely, leaving only a simmering irritation in its place.
“Bastard…” he muttered to himself, cursing Jungkook as he ran a hand through his damp hair.
But deep down, he knew it wasn’t just anger he felt. His skin still burned where Jungkook’s touch had lingered. That erection—massive and undeniable—haunted him like a forbidden memory. It was terrible to desire someone he should hate, and even worse to crave something that sent his mind into a spiral.
Jimin stood abruptly, trying to shake off the unbearable heat that had taken over his body. He walked to the bathroom and turned the shower to the coldest temperature he could tolerate, hoping the icy water would help him regain control. But when he stepped out and looked at himself in the mirror, his half-lidded eyes and flushed face betrayed the failure of his attempt.
Back in his room, the clock read past nine. The time he should have been at the club had long passed, but it didn’t matter. He threw on an oversized shirt that hung past his thighs and decided against wearing underwear. The soft, loose fabric brushing against his sensitive skin only seemed to worsen the tension coiling inside him.
Without thinking much, he opened the drawer of his dresser and found what he was looking for: his pink vibrator. Just holding it brought a mix of relief and anticipation. He laid down on the bed and turned off the main light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The dim light filled the room, highlighting the curves of his still-damp body.
Jimin started slowly, letting his fingers trail lightly over his skin in exploratory touches. He tried to keep his mind blank, focusing solely on the physical sensations, but Jungkook’s image forced its way into his thoughts. When his hand slid up under his shirt and found his nipples, he couldn’t stop the low groan that slipped from his lips. They were sensitive, each movement sending shivers down his spine and causing him to arch his back.
With his other hand, he grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. The low, steady hum filled the silence of the room, making his body tense in anticipation. He slid the toy over his skin, exploring slowly, before bringing it closer to his entrance. The vibrations sent involuntary spasms through him, and he paused briefly to grab lube. He spread the cool gel over himself carefully, his fingers circling his entrance as the heat inside him continued to grow.
Finally, he inserted the vibrator.
A moan escaped his throat, soft at first but thick with need. He moved the toy slowly, the buzzing against his skin pulling him into a haze of pleasure. Each thrust drew more sounds from him, his body responding instinctively as he lost himself in the sensations.
When his arm grew tired, Jimin sat up and positioned the vibrator beneath him. He balanced on his knees and began to ride it, the rhythm slow at first but deliberate. One hand slid back under his shirt to tease his sensitive nipples, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged.
It was then that he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
The door, which he distinctly remembered closing, was now slightly ajar. The light from the bedside lamp cast a shadow in the hallway, and he immediately knew who it was.
Jungkook was there.
For a moment, Jimin froze, but something darker, more dangerous, took over him. Instead of stopping, he intensified his movements, letting louder moans slip past his lips as he bounced on the vibrator, as if putting on a show. His half-lidded eyes sought out the figure at the door, and he couldn’t ignore the way Jungkook was watching him through the crack—his breathing heavy, one hand clearly inside his pants, moving rhythmically.
“You knew I was here the whole time?” Jungkook asked, his voice rough and low.
Jimin nodded, never stopping.
Jungkook’s eyes glinted with a mixture of surprise and desire. He pushed the door open slowly, stepping into the room and exposing himself to the warm glow of the lamp. His gaze never left Jimin’s body, which was now moving with even more intensity.
“You’re unbelievable…” Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Jimin arched his back as he moved on the vibrator, his motions deliberate and unrelenting. Sweat trailed down his neck in a languid line, disappearing beneath the loose collar of his oversized shirt, which barely hinted at the curve of his body. His breathing was ragged, his mouth slightly open, letting out broken moans as his fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly. He was utterly lost, consumed by the waves of pleasure that overtook him completely.
“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was a gravelly whisper, filled with hunger. But the blond seemed far away, too immersed in his own sensations to answer.
There was no room for words as Jimin continued riding the toy, his moans growing louder. He knew Jungkook wouldn’t hold back much longer.
Jungkook stepped closer with determined strides, positioning himself behind Jimin on the bed. The sight of Jimin’s vulnerable body, curved and exposed, ignited something primal within him. He reached out, delivering a firm smack to the rounded curve of Jimin’s ass. The sound echoed through the thick air of the room, followed by Jimin’s surprised gasp as he froze, his muscles tensing in response.
“You look so beautiful like this,” Jungkook murmured, gripping Jimin’s hips to hold him steady. With a deliberate motion, he pulled the vibrator out, leaving the blond gasping, only to press it back inside, invading him with more force and control.
Leaning over him, Jungkook’s lips found the warm, damp skin along the curve of Jimin’s back. He bit down lightly, sucking on the soft flesh to leave a mark. His movements were measured, yet tinged with urgency, as though he was fighting to restrain himself.
“Please, Jungkook… faster.” Jimin’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper, thick with need.
Jungkook smirked against his skin, one hand slipping into his own pants while the other sped up the vibrator’s rhythm inside Jimin. “Amazing… the same insolent brat from earlier is now begging while being fucked by a vibrator.”
Jimin whimpered louder, his body clenching relentlessly around the toy.
“I want you to come for me, baby,” Jungkook commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.
Jimin’s body arched, his moans escalating in intensity until he finally shattered with a cry, trembling violently. Pleasure coursed through him like an unstoppable wave, leaving him utterly spent, his knees giving out against the mattress.
Jungkook removed the vibrator, watching as Jimin collapsed onto the bed, completely overwhelmed by the moment. Wasting no time, Jungkook rid himself of his pants in one swift motion, revealing himself fully. His hard length throbbed, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Before he could act, Jimin’s delicate fingers brushed against his hip, his eyes shining with renewed desire. “I want to suck you,” he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity and hunger.
Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He stood, guiding the blond into position. Jimin knelt before him, gazing up with devotion, his lips parted in anticipation.
The atmosphere between them was thick with electric tension, each touch and movement pulling them closer to the edge of an inevitable explosion.
Jungkook gripped his length firmly, dragging it slowly across Jimin’s lips, which trembled with anticipation. The pre-cum smeared across his mouth, leaving it glistening—a sight that made Jungkook inhale sharply. He lightly tapped the head of his cock against Jimin’s cheek, watching intently as the blond’s tongue darted out, eager for more.
“Open,” Jungkook ordered, and Jimin obeyed, parting his lips willingly.
At first, Jungkook teased him with just the tip, letting Jimin lick and suck delicately, drawing out the moment. But with each passing second, his restraint waned. He slid more of himself into Jimin’s mouth, groaning as the warm, eager heat enveloped him.
“Fuck, Jimin, your mouth is incredible,” he growled, his hand tangling in Jimin’s blond hair as his movements grew more deliberate.
Jimin moaned around his length, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through Jungkook, who let out a low, guttural sound. When Jimin’s throat tightened around him, it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. Without thinking, Jungkook thrust his hips forward, burying himself completely.
“You’re perfect… God, you’re going to destroy me like this,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
But Jungkook forced himself to stop before reaching his climax. Taking a deep breath, his muscles taut, he pulled Jimin up to his feet. “Come here, doll. I want you in a different way.”
Jimin climbed onto his lap without hesitation, his gaze low, his trembling hands resting on Jungkook’s thighs as he waited for instructions.
“Not like that,” Jungkook corrected, his smile lazy but brimming with desire. “Turn your back to me.”
Jimin obeyed immediately, shifting to his knees and aligning his hips. “Like this?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
Jungkook didn’t respond immediately. He took in every detail—the curve of Jimin’s back, the way the muscles moved beneath his skin, the sheen of sweat covering the blond’s body. His hands reached out, gripping Jimin’s hips firmly as he adjusted his position with a gentle pull, aligning him so his entrance was perfectly within reach of his tongue.
“Perfect,” he finally said, his voice rough and hoarse.
Without hesitation, Jungkook ran the tip of his tongue along the sensitive rim, drawing a loud moan from Jimin. His hands spread Jimin’s cheeks apart, deepening the touch as he licked with an almost feral hunger.
“Jungkook… don’t stop,” Jimin whimpered, his hips trembling as he struggled to keep his balance.
“That’s it, moan my name, Jimin. You’re mine,” Jungkook murmured possessively between licks, his voice dripping with lust.
But Jimin wasn’t just content to receive—he needed more, craved more. Slowly, he lowered his body, leaning forward until his lips brushed against Jungkook’s erection. With a quick glance up at him, he licked the wet tip, tasting the pre-cum that was already leaking, before taking part of the length into his mouth.
“Fuck, Jimin… your little mouth is so talented, made to suck my cock,” Jungkook groaned loudly, his head falling back as the wet heat of Jimin’s mouth enveloped him.
The rhythm between them grew more intense. Jungkook continued exploring Jimin’s entrance with his tongue, alternating between long, deep licks and gentle suction that made the blond shiver. At the same time, Jimin sucked with fervor, his throat opening to take more of Jungkook’s length, while his hands massaged the base and the other’s thighs.
“You taste so addictive,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, his tongue delving deeper with each pass, his hunger increasing.
The sounds in the room were a mix of moans, ragged breaths, and the wet noises of their mouths at work. Every touch, every movement seemed to stoke the fire between them.
After what felt like an intoxicatingly relentless rhythm, Jungkook felt himself nearing the edge. The heat and skill of Jimin’s mouth were driving him to his limit. He gripped the blond’s ass tightly for support, lifting his hips and thrusting into Jimin’s throat one final time, groaning loudly as his climax overtook him.
“Swallow it all, Jimin,” Jungkook growled, his legs trembling involuntarily as he released into the blond’s mouth.
Jimin didn’t hesitate, swallowing every drop with a muffled moan, his eyes closed, lips still wrapped around the tip of Jungkook’s cock. When he finally pulled away, coughing softly, his lips were glistening wet, and Jungkook watched as a small trail of his release dripped from the corner of Jimin’s mouth.
“Come here,” Jungkook said, his voice still hoarse, pulling Jimin toward him.
Jimin climbed onto his lap, his body still trembling with excitement. Before he could say anything, Jungkook grabbed him by the nape of the neck and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Jimin’s mouth was warm, still carrying the taste of Jungkook, which only fueled the older’s hunger. The kiss was intense, almost wild, Jungkook’s teeth grazing Jimin’s lips before he deepened it further.
Jimin moaned against his mouth, his hands tangling in the base of Jungkook’s hair as if trying to pull him even closer. Jungkook held nothing back, sucking on Jimin’s tongue with an intensity that made the blond squirm in his lap, grinding against his still-hard member.
“Fuck, you drive me completely insane, Jimin,” Jungkook whispered against his lips, one hand sliding down to grab the firm curve of Jimin’s ass, barely fitting in his palm.
“Fuck me, Jungkook. Now,” Jimin pleaded, his voice whiny and thick with need.
Jungkook let out a low chuckle, his gaze predatory as he pushed Jimin back onto the mattress. “You’ll get what you want, doll.”
And with that, he flipped Jimin onto his stomach, his ass raised high, the oversized shirt still draped over his shoulders like a teasing frame.
Positioning himself behind him, Jungkook gripped Jimin’s hips tightly. Without warning, he thrust forward in one swift motion, filling him completely. Jimin arched his back, a scream ripping from his throat.
“Fuck, your little hole is so tight, baby. My cock barely fits inside you,” Jungkook murmured, starting to move with firm, unrelenting thrusts, though the tightness made it difficult.
“Oh… my God, Jungkook, I don’t know if I can…” Jimin whimpered, his legs shaking as he tried to keep up with the relentless pace.
“You can take it, princess. I’m going to make your pretty little ass the perfect shape for my cock,” Jungkook growled, his tone deep and possessive.
The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of raw, unrestrained pleasure. Jimin felt every thrust like a tidal wave crashing through him, and yet he didn’t want it to stop.
“Please… fill me,” he begged, his voice nearly delirious with need.
Jungkook leaned over him, his hand sliding down Jimin’s sweaty abdomen until it reached his hardened nipples. He began to tease one, then the other, in sync with his thrusts, eliciting even louder moans.
“I’m going to fill you with my babies, doll. I’m going to knock you up,” Jungkook promised, his voice dripping with lust, knowing that if it were possible, it would happen with how much he was about to release.
With one final deep thrust, he spilled inside Jimin, holding him tightly to savor the moment. Jimin felt the warmth spread through him, and with a final stroke to the tip of his own length, he climaxed as well, his entire body trembling against Jungkook’s.
The room fell silent for a few seconds, their heavy breaths the only sound as they caught their breath. Jungkook pressed a kiss to the nape of Jimin’s neck before pulling back, his eyes fixating on his own release slowly dripping from Jimin’s entrance. He couldn’t resist—he pushed his fingers in, guiding the liquid back inside.
“Oh, no, too sensitive…” Jimin whispered, though his body betrayed him, his hips shifting slightly to meet Jungkook’s fingers.
“You’re perfect,” Jungkook murmured, kissing the curve of his back before pulling him close. They lay together, Jimin resting against Jungkook’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around Jimin’s waist.
“You really are trouble, you know that?” Jungkook said softly, a note of affection in his voice.
Jimin, still catching his breath, chuckled quietly.
“And you really like trouble,” he replied.
“Only when I can solve it,” Jungkook whispered into his ear. “But tonight, you’ve worn me out,” he admitted, his voice low and satisfied.
“I always keep my promises,” Jimin said with a sleepy smile.
Jungkook smiled back, and the two drifted into a comfortable silence, their bodies entwined as exhaustion pulled them into a peaceful sleep.
But the scoreboard of their little game was, in fact, tied. One point for Jimin, and one point for Jungkook.