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Jeongguk has always known there was something more brewing between him and Jimin.
At least on his side.
Since their debut days, each time they touched it would send tingles down Jeongguk’s spine. Even worse when they would share a bed, his entire body burning up the whole time. He always chalked it up to be nothing, not wanting to think too far into it.
It’s just because they're close, and it’s not like Jeongguk has ever had much of a love life. It’s hard—balancing a relationship along with the demands of being an idol. He’s had a few girlfriends here and there, but nothing that ever lasted more than a few months. So more often than not he was horny and lonely, and definitely that’s why his body reacted like that towards Jimin.
That’s what he’s always told himself.
Nowadays, he’s starting to think that’s a lie. It’s much more than that.
Ever since the Arirang tour started, it’s like something new has been unleashed within Jimin. Each stop he’s been getting bolder and something about him is driving Jeongguk absolutely insane.
Typically after a concert, Jeongguk likes to scroll through his feed and watch clips from the show. It started as a way to see what the fans see — their point of view, the moments the cameras miss, any mistakes he might’ve made on stage.
But lately, Jimin seems to steal his attention in every single video. Whether it’s body rolls, or wiping sweat from the back of his neck, or just spitting on the stage mid-performance—it all has the same effect on him. It leaves him staring at his screen for way longer than he should, trying to decipher why seeing Jimin like this makes his stomach tingle.
And then there was yesterday’s concert.
Jeongguk’s honestly ashamed of himself. He opened Instagram with every intention of reviewing clips of his own performance, but somehow he ends up sprawled across his hotel bed watching Jimin instead.
One fancam appeared on his feed and now he’s fallen down an endless rabbit hole, the algorithm making sure every swipe brings a different angle of Jimin on stage — singing with flushed cheeks, bouncing around with too much energy, rolling his body to the music so fluidly it makes Jeongguk’s chest feel tight. He knows he should stop scrolling, but his thumb has a mind of its own as he swipes again.
Nothing could have prepared him for when the next video starts.
Jimin’s laying flat against the stage floor, chest rising and falling heavily as he catches his breath. Sweat dampens the strands of hair sticking to his forehead, necklace resting against the long line of his throat. The camera zooms in just as Jimin sticks his tongue out toward it playfully, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, tops of his cheeks dusted pink.
Jeongguk’s thumb stills against the screen.
His stomach twists hard enough to make him sit up, a familiar tingle of arousal running through his body. His dick twitches underneath the material of his pants.
“What the fuck,” he mutters quietly, but even then he doesn’t scroll away.
No, instead he rewinds it.
The clip starts over from the beginning, Jimin collapsing onto the stage with a breathless laugh, chest heaving beneath the thin fabric of his tank top. Jeongguk watches the same few seconds play out again, pulse thudding strangely against his ribs as Jimin tilts his head back and sticks his tongue out toward the camera.
Jeongguk pauses the video, stares at the frozen frame of Jimin’s tongue sticking out, heart thundering in his chest. His entire body is burning all of a sudden, arousal growing stronger along with an unfamiliar feeling settling in his stomach.
It’s like time stops as he stares at the screen. Even slower when he looks down and notices the bulge now tenting in his sweatpants. It’s just because it’s been a long time since he’s had a girlfriend or even hooked up with someone.
Or maybe it’s because of the filthy thoughts his brain supplies like is that how Jimin looks when he’s—
Okay, that’s enough of that.
Jeongguk locks his phone—imagining the most unsexy things he can think of to will away his boner. Afterwards, he stares up at the hotel ceiling wondering what to make of these thoughts.
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Jeongguk didn’t expect things to become awkward afterward, but suddenly being around Jimin feels impossible.
Every time Jimin talks to him, Jeongguk goes weirdly quiet, and shy. Every word vanishes from his brain, and he’s reduced to just staring like an idiot until Jimin shoots him an odd look, and carries on.
Then he finds himself looking everywhere except Jimin’s face, avoiding those pretty eyes and soft lips because the second he focuses too long, his brain immediately flashes back to that stupid video from two nights ago. The flushed skin, breathless expression, pink tongue Jimin had teasingly poked out toward the camera.
It’s actually ridiculous.
This is Park Jimin.
His best friend.
The same person he’s spent practically every day with for years and yet now, every little thing feels different. Strangely dangerous in a way.
It takes Jimin less than a day to notice something’s off. Jeongguk isn’t entirely surprised—Jimin’s always been the observant type, always notices tiny details about him that everybody else seems to miss.
He still jumps when Jimin corners him after rehearsal, catching Jeongguk packing up his bag.
“Okay,” he says finally, tone a bit concerned, “what’s going on with you?”
Jeongguk nearly chokes on his own saliva. “What?”
Jimin narrows his eyes, unconvinced. “You’ve been acting weird all day.”
“I have not.” He averts his eyes back to the black bag in his hands, zipping it closed slowly.
“You have,” Jimin insists immediately. “You’re jumpy. And you won’t even look at me.”
Jeongguk’s gaze doesn’t budge from the zippers of the bag, which only makes Jimin blink before letting out an incredulous laugh.
“See? You’re literally doing it right now.”
Heat crawls up Jeongguk’s neck so fast it’s humiliating.
“I’m just tired,” he mutters weakly.
Jimin hums, clearly not buying it for a second. Then, because he apparently enjoys making Jeongguk’s life harder, he steps closer until their shoulders nearly brush, and that familiar scent of lavender intrudes his senses.
“Did I do something?” he asks, softer this time.
Jeongguk finally glances up which honestly is a mistake because Jimin’s already looking at him with those big eyes full of concern, lips slightly parted, pretty face way too close.
Jeongguk’s heart stutters so hard it actually hurts.
Oh, he’s so fucked.
“Uh—no, hyung. Just tired,” Jeongguk insists, slinging his bag over his shoulder, then starts to walk away, “I’ll see you later.”
Jimin just hums and Jeongguk doesn’t dare look back as he leaves the room.
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The rest of the day goes by smoothly. They perform in front of a packed stadium, dance beneath dazzling lights, and listen to thousands of fans sing every lyric back to them. Normally, moments like these consume Jeongguk entirely yet somehow, even beneath the blinding lights and deafening cheers, Jeongguk can't stop thinking about Jimin.
It’s later that night, when everyone’s started settling into their hotel rooms, that there’s a knock at Jeongguk’s door. He opens it to find Jimin standing there in oversized sweatsuit, bag slung over one shoulder.
“Hey,” Jimin says casually, “mind if I stay here tonight?”
Jeongguk blinks. “Wh—what? Why?”
“Yoongi wants to spend the night with Hoseok. They said I didn’t have to leave but—” Jimin explains, already stepping halfway inside. “I’m not staying in the same room as them. You know how touchy they get.”
Jeongguk does know, unfortunately.
“I—um…” His throat suddenly feels dry. “There’s only one bed in here.”
Jimin scoffs like that’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard.
“Okay… and?” he says, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. “We’ve shared beds like a million times.”
Before Jeongguk can even attempt another excuse, Jimin pushes past him fully into the room, dragging his bag behind him. Jeongguk stares at the closed door after he kicks it shut.
His heart is already pounding, panic setting in way too quickly.
This is going to be a disaster.
He drops his bag beside the bed before stretching his arms over his head with a tired groan, shirt lifting just enough to expose a strip of skin. Jeongguk immediately looks away before his body betrays him.
“You’re doing it again,” Jimin says.
“Doing what?”
“Avoiding looking at me.”
Jeongguk busies himself with fixing the hotel curtains that absolutely do not need fixing. “I’m not.”
“You are,” Jimin insists, amusement slipping into his voice now.
“I’m just tired,” Jeongguk mumbles softly, “Can you stop making a big deal out of it?”
“I wouldn’t if you’d just tell me what’s wrong.”
He hates how Jimin can see right through him.
Silence stretches between them. Jeongguk can feel Jimin watching him, which somehow makes everything worse. Finally, he sighs dramatically and flops backward onto the bed, mattress dipping beneath him.
Jeongguk risks a glance.
Big mistake.
Jimin’s laying there with his arms spread out comfortably, hair messy from the shower he must’ve taken earlier, hoodie riding up slightly as from the movement. He looks comfortable, and completely unaware of the effect he has on him.
Jeongguk quickly looks away again.
“Seriously,” Jimin says after a moment, voice quieter this time, “did I actually do something?”
The guilt in his tone makes Jeongguk’s chest twist.
“No,” Jeongguk says immediately. “You didn’t.”
Jimin sits up a little, brows pulling together. “Then why are you acting like it hurts to look at me?”
Jeongguk opens his mouth, but nothing comes out because what is he even supposed to say? Sorry, I saw a video of you online and now every time you breathe near me I forget how to function?
Yeah. Absolutely not.
But then Jimin’s expression becomes a little solemn, a little pout tugging at those full lips. He pushes himself off the bed and grabs his bag again, “I’ll just go then.”
“Wait— Jimin.” Jeongguk rushes to grab Jimin’s arm before he can think any better of it, stopping him just before he reaches the door.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Jimin asks softly.
Jeongguk’s grip loosens instantly. He should let go completely but instead, words leave his mouth before he can even stop them.
“I think I’m attracted to you.”
Silence. Complete and utter silence washes over them, the only noise in the room is the soft rattle of the air conditioner. Jimin freezes, and so does Jeongguk, eyes widening slightly like he can’t believe he actually said it out loud. The room feels suffocatingly quiet, so much so that he can hear his pulse thundering in his ears.
“I—” Jeongguk lets go of Jimin’s arm completely now, taking a quick step back. “Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to say that.”
Jimin slowly turns around and gives Jeongguk a chance to take in his expression; unreadable like his brain is still catching up.
“Oh,” he says quietly.
Jeongguk feels sick. He definitely just fucked everything up.
“I know it’s weird,” he rushes out immediately. “I don’t even fully understand it myself yet, okay? I just— lately every time I look at you it’s like my brain stops working and—”
He cuts himself off with a groan, dragging both hands over his face.
“This is so embarrassing.”
But when Jeongguk finally forces himself to look up again, Jimin’s cheeks are noticeably pink.
“I thought you were mad at me,” Jimin admits quietly.
Guilt immediately crashes into Jeongguk’s chest.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”
Jimin hums, looking down for a second, avoiding his eyes. Jeongguk almost loses his mind again when he notices the tips of Jimin’s ears turning pink too.
The silence that follows feels different now. It’s heavy with the confession, the tension thick in the air.
Jeongguk clears his throat awkwardly. “I can, um… sleep on the couch tonight. You can take the bed.”
Jimin immediately looks back up. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I literally just told you I’m attracted to you?” Jeongguk says weakly.
Jimin’s lips twitch slightly, like he’s trying not to smile. “Okay?” he says again, echoing what he’d said earlier about the bed. “And?”
Jeongguk stares at him. “And?” he repeats incredulously.
Jimin just walks back toward the bed like Jeongguk didn’t just alter the trajectory of their lives. He drops his bag onto the floor once again before plopping down onto the mattress with a soft bounce. Then he looks up at Jeongguk expectantly.
“Come here.”
Jeongguk gulps, throat suddenly dry. Somehow crossing the room feels scarier than the confession itself.
The lights go out not long after that. They settle on opposite sides of the bed, a careful stretch of space between them that’s never existed before. Jeongguk lays stiffly on his back staring into the darkness, painfully aware of every little sound Jimin makes beside him — the rustle of blankets, the quiet shift of his breathing.
Sleep feels unattainable, especially with Jimin by his side after he just admitted to his undeniable attraction towards him.
“Jeongguk?”
His heart immediately jumps at his velvety voice breaching the silent air.
“Hm?”
Silence lingers for a second before Jimin speaks again, voice quieter now in the dark.
“What do you find attractive about me?”
Jeongguk nearly stops breathing.
“Jimin—”
“I’m just asking. Is this a new thing?”
Jeongguk turns his head slightly toward him, barely able to make out the shape of Jimin tucked beneath the blankets.
“You really want me to answer that?”
Jimin gives a small hum. “Yeah.”
Jeongguk laughs nervously under his breath. There are way too many things, probably more than he even realizes.
“I think I’m just now realizing it.” He whispers into the darkness, chest tightening at the admission.
Anxiety seeps into his pores as silence stretches between them, he pulls at a loose thread on the blanket to distract himself from the lack of a response.
“What made you realize?” Jimin asks softly, turning to look at him now.
Fuck.
He should’ve known this was going to come up. Well, there’s no sense of beating around the bush, he’s already dug himself this far, might as well just answer honestly.
“I, uh, saw a video from the concert the other day..”
He trails off awkwardly, unsure how to explain any of this without sounding completely insane.
“What video?” Jimin asks immediately, interest sharpening in his voice.
“Um—you were laying on the stage…” He clears his throat. The image of that pretty pink tongue sticking out flashes in his brain. “I-it doesn’t matter— I just—”
Heat floods his face so fast he’s sure his cheeks must be bright red by now. Jeongguk curls his fingers tighter into the blanket.
“It just—I don’t know,” he rambles quickly before Jimin can respond. “It made me realize that I find you very… pretty.”
The last word comes out embarrassingly soft. Beside him, Jimin shifts slightly.
“Pretty?” he repeats, sounding almost shy.
Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut, it’s even more embarrassing with Jimin repeating his words. “Can we never talk about this again?”
Jimin laughs quietly at that, and somehow, hearing him laugh instead of pulling away makes Jeongguk’s chest ache even worse.
“No, I want to hear how pretty you think I am. Tell me more.”
Fuck.
Jimin’s not making this any easier.
“Hyung.” Jeongguk whines, and Jimin laughs again, the sound warm and fond, sending shivers down his spine.
“What?” Jimin feigns innocence, “Tell me more, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jimin’s voice drops low suddenly, a register he’s never heard before—not on stage, not during their regular conversations. This is.. new. It makes Jeongguk’s cheeks darken even more, a rush of excitement flooding his veins.
He stumbles on his words before he can finally form a coherent thought, “I—um, your eyes… and your lips… your whole face is just pretty, hyung.”
“Hmm..” Jimin hums, “And what are you going to do about it, Guk-ah?”
Jeongguk’s heart is racing hard enough he’s sure it can be heard in the silence between them. Slowly, he turns his head toward Jimin. The streetlights outside spill through the hotel window in thin strips of gold, just enough for Jeongguk to make out the expression on his face. There’s a teasing smile paired with something mischievous sparkling in those eyes.
“W-what?” Jeongguk croaks, throat dry as those eyes stare at him almost hungrily.
“Do something about it.”
Fuck.
Jeongguk’s moving before he can even think about it. He closes the distance between them, thin blankets rustling as he slots their bodies together and finds Jimin’s lips.
They’re everything he’s ever dreamed of; pillowy soft, noticeably plump and full against his own, they move smoothly with him and taste faintly like whatever lip balm he put on. Strawberry? It doesn’t really matter though, because Jeongguk is sucking it off, biting and licking at those pretty lips.
Jimin moans into it immediately like he’s been waiting for this. Small warm hands find Jeongguk’s neck with ease, loop around it to deepen the kiss, his warm wet tongue sliding into his mouth. It’s good, so good that Jeongguk feels like he is on a cloud, floating away to another dimension. So lost in it he doesn’t notice Jimin rolling them over until he feels plump cheeks resting right in his lap, rubbing subtly against his crotch.
God, he can’t believe this is happening.
His dick grows hard fast—between the sensation of Jimin’s soft lips slotting against his own with ease, and the way he grinds down softly, teasingly.
“Go ahead, tell me more.” He breaks the kiss to pant against his mouth, hips still gyrating, “Tell hyung—tell me how pretty I am.”
Fuck.
“So fucking pretty,” Jeongguk grunts, self control slipping away as he thrusts up against those warm plump cheeks, “You’re breathtaking.”
Jimin inhales sharply, hips moving faster now, “More.”
Holy shit.
Jeongguk isn’t going to make it. He's going to combust right here—right now. Jimin is impossibly hot; a light sheen of sweat forming on his forehead that makes his long blonde hair stick to it, pupils blown, panting even though they’ve barely even started.
“So beautiful—you look like a doll with your hair like this,” Jeongguk says, reaching up to take a handful of it, pulling Jimin down lightly to connect their lips again.
“Mmh, fuck—“ Jimin moans into his mouth, shoving his velvety tongue along his own and those sinful hips moving in tight circles, “Harder.”
Jeongguk’s dick twitches in his sweats, and he can feel the material of his boxers dampen with precum. He groans, tugging those golden strands with a little more force—just enough to make Jimin’s mouth fall open and a sweet sound breach the air.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin moans, moving his hips with more purpose now. The friction has Jeongguk’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, every nerve in his body lighting up.
“Hm?” He hums, hands finding that slim waist and gripping tightly, guiding the way he rolls against him. Jimin reaches down between them and tugs at the waistband of his sweats, “Take these off.”
Yes.
Fuck yes.
Jeongguk is moving so fast that it makes his own head spin. Jimin lifts himself slightly so he can shimmy out of them, taking his boxers along with it until the pieces of fabric hit the floor with a light thud.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this,” Jimin hums, licking his lips as he takes the view in; veins running along the underside of his heavy shaft, tip flushed a light shade of red, and leaking small beads of precum already. Jeongguk squirms under the hungry gaze, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.
He almost misses Jimin’s words, and when they finally click in his mind, his eyes go wide. “W-what do you mean?”
“You think you’re the only one with a crush, Jeongguk?” He hums, small hand wrapping around the base. It twitches in Jimin’s hold when Jeongguk notices how it’s too small to wrap around his whole cock.
“You—fuck—“ He cuts himself with a groan as that small, dainty hand starts gliding up and down his shaft, “You have a crush on me?”
“Oh, Jeongguk,” Jimin hums, leans closer until their lips are only inches apart, “I’ve always had a crush on you. Surprised you never noticed.”
The new information makes his head spin. How has he never noticed? Sure, Jimin's touchy with him, always finding some excuse to brush his hair out of his face or cradle his cheeks between warm palms, but he always thought that was just Jimin being… Jimin.
He’s at a loss for words—he can do nothing but press their lips together again. The minute that those soft strawberry flavored lips are on his own he forgets everything else. It’s like time slows, everything around them blurs because nothing else matters except for Jimin— the way his soft lips move fluidly against his own like they were meant to fit together, the way his hand works quickly between their bodies like he’s needy for it.
Like he’s making up for lost time.
He’s not sure how many minutes pass, but he’s dazed when they finally part for air. Thoughts slowly come creeping back into his cloudy mind and he can’t help but ask, “Why’d you never say anything?”
Jimin hums softly, retracts his hand before lifting himself up to shimmy his pants down to his ankles, “Didn’t think you’d feel the same way.”
All he can think is… how could he not? Even if he’s only realized his crush on Jimin recently, he can’t deny that he’s always sort of known. Always knew deep down that he felt differently towards Jimin compared to the others. How a slight touch would leave his body scorching like he touched fire, or a compliment from Jimin would replay in his mind for days.
It all makes sense now that he looks at him. That pretty face staring back at him illuminated by the low light filtering through the window; starry eyes clouded with lust yet a considerable amount of adoration, lips kiss swollen with a thin layer of saliva making them shine, cheeks a pretty shade of red.
“I’ve always felt that way,” he admits. Enjoys the way Jimin’s eyes light up a bit, and a pretty smile spreads across that face.
“Good,” He whispers before connecting their lips again. Jeongguk sighs into it, hand returning to that curvy waist. It goes from slow and savoring to hungry within seconds as Jimin licks into his mouth, hips subtly grinding once again. The sensation is heavenly—feels even better without the layer of clothes. His cock slides right between those heavy cheeks, each rock of Jimin’s hips has Jeongguk’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He doesn’t hesitate to let his hands wander downwards, to cup one of those plump cheeks that have always caught his attention. It feels heavenly to finally be able to touch—loves how heavy it feels in his palm. Jimin leans into the touch, moaning breathily into the kiss.
“Harder,” Jimin pants into his mouth before shoving his tongue back in, practically swallowing Jeongguk whole. It’s hot, and wet, and so desperate. A groan breaks free from his throat, hand squeezing tighter immediately. He kneads the flesh, and enjoys the way Jimin whines into his mouth.
He rolls his hips again, the slide becoming wetter and wetter each second from the never ending precum beading at the head of Jeongguk’s cock. The air is thick, the room becoming hot, slick sounds of their bodies sliding together, and the bed creaking underneath them filling the small hotel room.
“Fuck, you’re leaking so much for me.” Jimin breaks the kiss to gasp in his mouth. Jeongguk grunts as he angles his hips up, thrusting faster in between those fat cheeks.
“You’re so fucking sexy, hyung. Sound so pretty too—“ Jeongguk pants. Jimin physically shudders at the words.
“Mmh, yes Jeongguk—“ Jimin’s moans rise in pitch with every syllable, “Fuck me. Please fuck me—“
He doesn’t waste another second. With ease, he flips Jimin onto his stomach. The sight makes his dick twitch into the open air: tattooed back arched perfectly, plump ass up in the air perfectly. Ready for him. His hand moves faster than his brain as he places a heavy smack against both cheeks. The reaction is instant: a high, needy moan breaches the air, and Jimin immediately wiggles his butt, begging for more.
He places another and another smack; hypnotized by the way it jiggles incessantly each time. His skin reddens more and more with each slap; Jeongguk rubs the area gently after each one to soothe it. He knows he’s taking his sweet time, but how can he not when Jimin’s so perfect? He could happily spend all day worshipping Jimin’s entire body.
“Please, baby,” Jimin whimpers, “fuck me already.”
And who is Jeongguk to deny him any longer when he asks so nicely?
With desperate hands, he spreads Jimin open and immediately all the breath is knocked from his lungs. Not only is he smooth, freshly shaven, and a pretty shade of pink everywhere, but he’s also stretched, and glistening with lube.
Jimin is going to kill him. He’s not going to make it through tonight; his soul is going to transcend before then.
Jeongguk swallows thickly, grip tightening where he’s holding him open. He doesn’t miss how Jimin suddenly looks back to find his eyes, his own dark and playful.
Jimin giggles. A soft, airy, devious giggle.
“Like the view?” He asks, amusement laced throughout his tone, “I fucked myself in the shower earlier.”
A whispered curse flows right out of his mouth as the visual plays in his mind; water droplets flowing down Jimin’s tan, toned body, eyes rolled back as he shoved his own fingers inside.
Fuck.
He allows his fingers to wander to his rim, tracing circles around it. Jimin shivers, but his composure is back within seconds as he adds, “Wanna know what I thought about?”
Jeongguk presses his thumb inside, watches how Jimin’s hole greedily sucks him in with no resistance.
“What?” He asks breathlessly, shallowly thrusting his finger in and out.
“You,” Jimin gasps, pushing back against him, “I was thinking about you fucking me.”
The groan Jeongguk lets out is almost animalistic. Every nerve in his body is lit up and on fire; feeling impossibly turned on—more than he’s ever been in entire life.
He slips his thumb out and replaces it with the head of his cock. It stretches immediately, makes room for him, sucks him in with ease. He sinks in til the tip is completely in, the rocks his hips, watching the way that pretty rim stretches to accommodate the girth of it.
So pretty.
“Mmh fuck yes,” Jimin moans, a sound straight from heaven. He doesn’t think he’ll get over how beautiful Jimin sounds,“I want it all, baby, please.”
Fuck.
Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate to give Jimin what he wants. He thrusts forward until he’s buried to the hilt, and that warm, wet heat is wrapped around him. It’s delicious—makes him dizzy with pleasure.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Jeongguk grunts, rocking his hips with a steady rhythm, and allowing one hand to travel up smooth skin until his fingers are tangled in those golden locks again.
Heavenly bliss takes over as he slides in deeper. Jimin’s head tilts back, and god does Jeongguk get quite the sight. Sweat drips down the side of his face, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes rolled back, tongue poking out of his mouth and the most gorgeous sounds spilling uncontrollably.
Ethereal.
The word echoes in his mind—the only coherent thought that he can even come up with right now. And he still can’t believe that he’s one that gets to see Jimin like this. More importantly, he wants to be the only person to see him like this—in the throes of pleasure.
Jeongguk gives a rougher tug to his long hair as he picks up the pace, thrusting his hips into Jimin harshly. The slap of skin against skin loudly fills up the space around them, along with breathy moans, and the low creak of the hotel bed. It all echoes in his mind, makes his head spin.
“So good—you’re fucking me so good—oh my god.”
Jimin’s loud.
So loud that he wouldn’t be surprised if they’ll receive some noise complaints and strange looks tomorrow. He likes it though—likes that he’s the one making Jimin sound like this. Making Jimin feel good.
That familiar heat simmers low in his stomach, spreading to his core with every thrust. His thick cock drags perfectly against Jimin’s velvety walls—he shudders every time he clamps down around him, bouncing to meet him halfway. The sight is sinful—round, plump cheeks rippling and clapping against his thighs. Jeongguk can’t help it; allows his hand to slip from his waist down to his ass, placing a harsh smack. The reaction is immediate— the way Jimin arches his back into the touch, a broken moan breaching the air.
“Look at this,” Jeongguk practically growls, smacking his ass again, “so fucking perfect.”
He doesn’t even know what to focus on anymore; the way his ass is a deep shade of red now, the way his tattoos look in the dim light, the way his hair wraps around his fingers, how tight he feels around him. All of it sets his body on fire, adding to the pressure building rapidly in his core.
“You feel so good,” Jeongguk grunts, tugging harshly until Jimin’s upright and his back is flush against Jeongguk’s chest. Sweat slides against their bodies, but he can’t bring himself to care, not when it feels this good.
Jimin turns his head just enough to capture Jeongguk’s lips in another kiss. It’s messy; saliva smears across their lips, teeth clash, and Jeongguk wouldn’t have it any other way. He takes in the taste of him, savors every second that their lips meet.
“Fuck, you’re so big—nngh,” Jimin breaks the kiss off with a whine, and those dark lust filled eyes find his own, “you’re splitting me open, baby.”
It’s an instinct, the way Jeongguk’s hips buck up harshly the minute the words leave those plush lips. Jimin cries out loudly, head lulling back to rest on his bare shoulder.
“Right there—fuck Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk’s body goes into overdrive—he thrusts and thrusts until his body is aching. But he can’t stop, won’t stop until Jimin is coming undone underneath him.
And sure enough, a particularly hard stroke has Jimin letting out a broken moan before he paints the sheets below them white, clenching tight around Jeongguk’s cock like a vice. That’s all it takes for Jeongguk to be right there with him, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural moan before coming deep inside. His orgasm washes over him in heavy, unforgiving waves cock twitching and pulsing as he fills Jimin up, thrusts sloppy as he rides it out.
He’s not sure how much time passes, all he knows is that at some point his legs gave out. Jimin has a leg thrown over his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of his neck.
“You okay?” Jeongguk whispers, hand brushing blonde locks out of his face.
Jimin hums sleepily, nuzzling closer. “Mhm.”
Jeongguk drapes the blanket over them, and melts into the touch. The warmth. It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Carefully, he wraps both arms around Jimin's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Jimin goes willingly, practically melting against him with a content sigh.
It's ridiculous how right this feels.
As though they've been doing this for years.
Jeongguk rubs gentle circles into the soft skin of Jimin’s back, watching as his eyes slowly drift shut.
He still can't quite believe this is real. That Jimin likes him. That he’s here, curled up against him as though this is where he's always belonged. The thought slips out before he can stop it.
"I love you."
Jeongguk freezes completely, eyes widening dramatically. God, that's the second confession he's let slip out in one night.
Jimin's eyes flutter open. Jeongguk expects at least a moment of hesitation, but all he finds are soft eyes and a fond smile.
"I love you too," Jimin whispers.
Jeongguk stares. "Really?"
Jimin lets out a quiet laugh, reaching up to brush his fingers across Jeongguk's cheek.
"Of course I do, baby." His smile turns teasing around the edges. "I told you I've had a crush on you for years."
"Yeah, but..." Jeongguk trails off, ducking his head shyly. "Love is different."
Jimin's expression softens instantly.
"It is," he agrees softly. "Good thing I've loved you for years, too."
Jeongguk thinks his heart might actually stop.