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Jungkook should’ve known.
The schedule had been hectic all week, and all of the members were high-strung and tense. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Jimin cornered him and roughly brought him to his room, but somehow it did, and Jungkook’s mind was racing by the time his back hit the mattress.
His heavy breathing stutters when Jimin places his soft lips on his neck, wet kisses following his jawline, distracting him from the hands sneaking under his shirt. His back arches when fingers brush against his nipples, and he lets out a soft whimper, hoping it goes unnoticed.
It doesn’t, and he can feel Jimin’s low laugh against his skin, his hyung obviously pleased by his reaction. He pulls back, looking down at Jungkook with a satisfied grin.
“Baby’s so sensitive.” He applies more pressure, his smile widening when Jungkook tries to hold back his noises. “So cute, squirming for me.”
He dives back to press his lips against Jungkook, who’s becoming increasingly desperate, teeth grazing the younger’s bottom lip before he slowly slides his tongue inside, demanding in a way that makes the maknae weak.
The fingers that were trailing down his chest finally reach his shirt’s hem, quickly lifting his shirt above his head, chucking it away and immediately they return to the younger’s skin, touching anywhere they can reach.
Jungkook is so out of it he almost doesn’t realize Jimin is pulling on his pants until he feels air against his thighs, whining as soon as Jimin’s lips leave his. He knows what he must look like, laid out naked and desperate for his hyung, and it only serves to make his dick pathetically twitch.
A hand suddenly squeeze his cock, slightly too tight for it to be comfortable, leaving him gasping.
His mind is so hazy by now, whispering nothing but desires he knows Jimin will fulfill, unable to think clearly, so he reaches for his hyung’s shirt, wanting nothing more than to see his golden skin, but his hands are intercepted, held tightly above his head.
“What was that, baby? Did I say you could touch? Are you that desperate already?”
And Jungkook—
Jungkook can only enthusiastically nod because yes, yes he is; so desperate for his hyung, starving to touch him, kiss him, feel him clench around him... He squirms at the thought, whining when Jimin doesn’t let go.
“Hyung, wanna— wanna touch you hyung, please.”
He watches as the boy seems to consider, fingers itching to move.
“Beg,” he finally answers. “Show hyung how much you want it and maybe I’ll let you.”
Jungkook positively keens, rutting his hips up, looking for a friction that never comes. “So bad, h-hyung, want it so bad, please, please, wanna touch you, wa-wanna make you feel good, can I touch you hyung, please?”
There’s a pause, and then Jungkook’s hands are free and he’s already moving to attach them to Jimin’s waist when a sharp slap to his thigh makes him stop dead in his track, mouth already open in a gasp.
“No.” A whimper. “Desperate boys like you don’t get to touch.”
He leans down to kiss Jungkook’s neck, kneading the younger’s dick, before biting it just hard enough to leave a faint mark. “You’ll take what I give you.”
And he leans back, satisfied when he see how wrecked his baby already looks. He grabs the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it above his head and throwing it on the floor, watching as the maknae bites his lip in an attempt not to whine.
He fails when the older starts removing his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxers, softly moaning his hyung’s name in hopes he changes his mind, lets him touch like he craves. When they’re both finally naked, Jimin straddles Jungkook again, hand gliding under the pillow at his head to reach for the lube conveniently hidden there. As he opens it, he purposefully rolls his hips against Jungkook’s painfully hard dick, relishing in the sinful sounds it pulls out of him.
“Be a good boy and stay still while I prepare myself, okay?”
He receives an eager nod, Jungkook staring excitingly at him as he smears lube all over his fingers and finally, finally inserts one of his chubby fingers in his hole, groaning at the sensation he had missed so much in the past few days.
Soon, a second finger joins the first one and Jungkook can’t help but reach towards his own cock when he hears the beautiful moans Jimin lets out, when he sees his face contort in the prettiest way.
When Jimin brushes against his prostate and lets out his loudest moan yet.
And then Jungkook can’t handle it anymore, pressing down on his dick, a relieved sigh leaving his parted lips when he can finally feel the friction he needed so badly. Jimin’s movements stop, panting filling the room, and when Jungkook looks up, it’s to receive a stern glare, his hyung’s eyes dark and cold.
“Hands off, baby.” The tone is so harsh it has Jungkook scrambling to comply. “Don’t you know how to listen?”
Silence. The slap delivered to his pathetically oozing cock has him gasping, a quiet sob echoing in the warm room.
“Answer me.”
He struggles to remember the question. To remember that he’s nothing but Jimin’s plaything and that the latter demands he obey.
“Yes, h-hyung. I’ll listen now, ‘m good, I’ll listen.” His plea dissolves into broken whines when Jimin squeezes his thigh in warning, refusing to touch where he needs him the most.
“Good. Be patient now,” he breathes out as he goes back to moving his fingers inside his ass. Jungkook is practically crying by the time Jimin is done preparing himself, unshed tears glimmering in his eyes from how desperately he wants to feel his hyung around his cock.
He hisses at how cold the lube is against his skin, but soon he can’t help but buck up into the warm heat enveloping his dick, sobbing uselessly in relief when he finally gets what he’d wanted for so long.
Jimin lets out a loud moan, before squeezing his thigh in warning once again. “Behave.”
After a few seconds, Jimin starts to move, the younger nearly whimpering when he feels the blissful sensation being torn away from him.
It doesn’t last long.
His hyung quickly slides down again, engulfing Jungkook’s length again, both inhaling sharply at the feeling. Jungkook’s hands fly to his mouth as soon as Jimin starts moving his hips, muffling his own sounds as best as he can because—
He wants to hear his hyung so bad, wants to hear him moan and whine and whimper and wants to know just how good he’s making him feel, how good he’s being for his hyung.
His dick pulses weakly, warmth clenching around him in the best of ways. Soon, Jimin finds purchase on his abdomen, hands flat to support his weight as he moves up and down incessantly, his pace turning more and more erratic.
It’s the way Jimin’s nails scratch against his skin that has him moaning loudly, his own fingers twisting in the sheets beside his head.
It’s too much, too much, and he already knows by the sadistic glimmer in the older’s eyes that he’s about to stop just to see how wrecked Jungkook is right now, how long he can keep him from coming until he cries, and, well.
He doesn’t want that; can’t help how desperate he is for release at this point, so he goes against everything he should be doing and, before Jimin can even think of stopping him, he’s holding him into place tightly by his waist, fucking into him like he’s wanted to for so long, relishing in the way Jimin moans so prettily for him.
His hips stutter when he comes, one last breathy whine escaping him before he leans back, panting, eyes closed.
“Are you done, baby?” His eyes snap open, worriedly looking at Jimin who’s staring back at him with something akin to disappointment. “Couldn’t hold back, huh? Too desperate to come—“ He starts moving his hips again, laughing when he hears the pained keen it induces. “—like some kind of fucking slut?”
Too much, too much, too much, toomuchtoomuchtoomuchtoomuch
The grip around his sensitive dick is painful; has him trying to close his legs to stop his hyung from moving but Jimin won’t let him, riding his soft cock with as much passion as before. It’s not long until he starts crying, sobbing incoherently into the pillow as he weakly drool, doing everything he can to squirm away from the intense feeling.
“Color, baby?” Jimin asks when tears trail down Jungkook’s cheeks. It takes him a moment to even understand the question with how gone he is.
“G-green,” he chokes. “Green, hyung, please.”
He doesn’t know what he’s begging for, but he positively screams when Jimin squeezes so tightly around him before coming all over his stomach.
For a few seconds, they both stop moving, panting heavily, trying to regain whatever control they can over their breathing. Then, Jungkook’s cock is slowly sliding out of his hyung’s hole while his sobs steadily die down.
“Shh,” Jimin tries to calm him down while crawling besides him, cradling his face in his hands and quietly drying his tears with his fingers. “You’re okay, baby. You did good. So good for me.”
“I did?” Jimin smiles softly, leaning down to kiss the corner of both Jungkook’s eyes, and then his nose, making him giggle.
“You were perfect. You always are.”
And Jungkook smiles back, contentedly closing his eyes.
“Wanna cuddle, hyung,” he whispers sleepily, and Jimin lies down closer to him, circling the maknae’s waist with one of his arms.
“Anything you want, Kookie.” He runs his fingers through the other’s hair, softly kissing the back of his neck before closing his eyes as well.
“Anything you want.”