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“Look, this was your idea to begin with. Why are you being difficult now?” Jungkook asks, huffing in clear annoyance.
Jimin rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. Actually, it was Tae’s idea. And Jimin already regrets agreeing to it.
~ ♡ ~
So, Jimin was subscribed to quite a few porn sites. And when subscribing to those sites, you usually have to agree to subscribe to their newsletters too. Jimin mostly ignored them when they appeared in his mailbox, deleting them right away, since they tend to contain nothing but an obscene amount of... well, obscene stuff. But for some reason, when that ad popped up in his mailbox, calling all amateur and newcomer couples to send in their videos for a contest, the prize money being $1,500, it caught Jimin's eye.
He was filled with enthusiasm right away.
He was good at things like that. Porn. He was one of the most followed NSFW accounts on Twitter after all. He could actually win this and he loved winning.
Plus, he could really use the money too, with his laptop being all fucked up and old and slow. In the beginning, when it started acting up, it only made it difficult for him to edit his videos for Twitter but last week it literally crashed while he was writing an application for an instructor job at a dance company. He couldn’t ask his parents for money, or rather he didn’t want to, with them always being on his back for not joining his fathers’ business and pursuing a dancing career instead, which 'wouldn't get him anywhere'. And honestly, job offers were indeed rather slow these days.
So, when he saw the ad for that amateur couple contest and saw that the winner was 80% determined by fan vote, he thought for a second his win was guaranteed, he would just ask his twitter followers to vote for him, until Tae pointed it out:
“What if GoldenJK_77 joins too?”
Fucking GoldenJK_77. He appeared on the NSFW twitter scene about two years ago, when Jimin was already three years into it.
During college, there was a time when he felt a little bored with his life, a little unsure of where to go and what to do, the constant fights with his parents about his career choice draining him mentally. Maybe he felt rebellious, or adventurous, or both, but at the end of a tipsy night, he took a couple of pretty hot pictures of himself jerking off and decided they were too good not to be shared. Of course he couldn’t share them on his actual account, where his friends and classmates were following him, so he created a new one.
The next day, when the drunken haze was gone, he was not as ashamed as he thought he might be and after he got shouted out by a couple of big NSFW accounts, he watched in awe how many nice comments people left for him (although some of them were indeed creepy) and it didn’t take long for him to realize how much he loved the thrill of hundreds of people watching him jerking off or fucking himself and praising him for how pretty he looked. It made him feel good in a twisted way, so he stuck with it.
What he didn’t expect was his account to grow as fast as it did.
“The world is horny and loves watching pretty people getting it on,” Tae said after Jimin told him about the whole thing.
“Promise that you’ll never look at it!” Jimin said, his face still hot with embarrassment after his confession. They’ve been best friends since childhood but this wasn’t really something he was keen on sharing with Tae. Then again, as his roommate, he deserved to know what Jimin was up to in their shared room.
“Uh… why would I want to do that?”
“I know you!”
“I won’t look at your porn thing, I promise.”
It was only a week later that Tae waited for him in their dorm room when Jimin came back from dance practice, sitting on his bed with crossed arms.
“So, I scrolled through your porn account.”
“Wha- Tae!” Jimin dropped his bag with a groan. He knew it.
Tae put his hands up. “I know, I know… But as a photography and film major, I was curious. And just as I expected: Your lighting is horrible, the camera angle… ugh… Look at this,” he held up his phone with a picture of Jimin in a plaid skirt, lying on his side, his perky buttocks showing, his cock hanging between his thighs, dripping pre-cum onto their bathroom floor below.
Jimin yelped, surging forward, trying to snatch the phone away from him.
“Don’t- Give me that!”
“But listen!” Tae said, trying to wiggle his phone out of Jimin’s grasp. “Your dick would look so much cuter if you-“
“No!” Jimin interrupted him, finally pulling the phone to his chest. “We’re not doing this, oh my God!”
“Why not?” Tae whined. “Your pictures could look so much more professional!”
It took a lot of convincing on Tae’s part but eventually Jimin allowed him to give him tips on lighting and angle and posing and editing and all the photography and video stuff. And honestly, it helped a lot in getting more and more followers every time he tweeted. And it felt good. He was the best of the best and he basked in his glory.
But then GoldenJK_77 appeared. Just when Jimin and Tae had graduated and moved into their new shared flat, just when Jimin was getting excited at the prospect of all the new possibilities he had now. Now that he wasn’t constricted to their tiny shared dorm room, which he was only able to use when Tae was out (there was no way he would show him his dick in real life).
GoldenJK_77 was clearly a college student, clearly a college student at the same fucking college Jimin used to go to. Jimin knew those dorm rooms. And GoldenJK_77 was taking pictures and videos in one of them, just like Jimin had. But his stuff was of high quality from the beginning.
“Ohhh, he knows his shit,” Tae said, whistling in an applauding manner. Traitor.
GoldenJK_77’s follower count increased dramatically and Jimin could clearly see many of his own followers following him too. Traitors.
But he had to admit, GoldenJK_77 was indeed hot. His dick was beautiful, probably the most perfect dick Jimin had ever seen and he had seen many. When he reluctantly watched one of GoldenJK_77’s videos for the first time (you got to know your competition, right?) he thought the guy was a shower, not a grower, with his dick being that big even when soft. But Jimin’s eyes grew bigger and bigger in size, just like GoldenJK_77’s dick did, when the guy started touching himself. Holy shit.
Of course, Jimin thought about what such a perfect cock would feel like inside of him. He thought about it a lot actually.
GoldenJK_77’s butt was hot too. Not as hot as Jimin’s though, so that was good, but it clenched very cutely around the little vibrating butt plugs, that GoldenJK_77 liked to use every now and then.
Sometimes GoldenJK_77 had partners in his videos. Sometimes women, sometimes men. Usually, he fucked them, but on the rare occasion that he let them use his ass, he let out the prettiest sounds.
“He fucking surpassed my follower count!” Jimin shouted one faithful day and slammed their apartment door shut behind him, storming into their living room.
“Hello to you too, how has your day been so far?” Tae asked from the couch, snacking on some raw onions that were stinking up the whole fucking room but there were more severe problems at hand right now.
“Fucking GoldenJK_77, he surpassed my follower count!” Jimin shoved his phone into Tae’s face with sweaty hands, the screen showing a website which compared the follower counts of people in real time.
Tae furrowed his brows. “Nope, you’re still on top.”
Jimin blinked, turned the phone and indeed, he had 3 followers more now.
“I am!” He cheered, but then the number next to GoldenJK_77’s increased by six followers at once.
“Uh…” Tae said, craning his neck to look at the screen. “Or not…”
They watched as GoldenJK_77 lost two subscribers and Jimin’s count climbed up by a number of three, only to fall back by five.
“What the hell is this?” Jimin whined.
“Well, looks like you’ve found your match.”
And that’s how it’s been ever since. With GoldenJK_77 and SparklyKittyMinnie taking turns in surpassing each other’s follower count. It was stressful to say the least. The first thing Jimin did in the morning was to check their follower counts. Whether he was on top or not determined whether he was in a good mood that day. Admittedly not the healthiest way of going about your life.
So, when Tae reminded him that, if GoldenJK_77 joined the amateur couple contest too and asked his followers to vote for him, Jimin’s win was highly at stake, it soured Jimin’s mood, to say the least.
“I need a hotter partner than him,” Jimin said chewing his lower lip. He hadn’t filmed with a partner in quite a while. In college it was easy to find someone willing to do something like that, but now it’s a bit more difficult.
“Or… and please don’t kill me… you could ask him,” Tae said.
Jimin blinked at him. “Who?”
“GoldenJK_77.”
Jimin let out a loud snort of disbelief. “What?”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. I know you jerk off to his big dick and his tight hole, you’ve told me several times when you were drunk, in way too much detail unfortunately.”
Jimin bit the inside of his cheek, his face growing hot. He was about to say something but Tae continued.
“If you two enter the contest together, you’ll win for sure and you could split the money. $750 each, that’s enough for a new laptop. And you could finally get his dick. It’s a good idea and you know it.”
It’s a bad idea, Jimin thought, with his thumb hovering over the button, about to send off his message to GoldenJK_77.
He was literally about to slide into the guy’s DMs. Ugh.
He knew Tae was right. They would win for sure if they’d team up. And Tae was right about him thinking about that stupid perfect dick and that stupid cute little hole. Sometimes.
So, fucking someone you fantasize about (sometimes) and getting money for it did in fact sound like a win-win-situation. If there wasn’t his ego, and their rivalry.
Then again, who knew if GoldenJK_77 even thought of them as rivals? Maybe it was only a thing on Jimin’s side, maybe GoldenJK_77 would be glad to sleep with Jimin. Jimin was his sunbae in the business after all, maybe even his idol. Many newcomers messaged him, telling him he inspired them to open up an account.
Jimin sighed, closing his eyes, hitting send, trying his best not to feel humiliated.
Hey. I was wondering: Are you planning on joining pornXoXo’s contest?
SparklyKittyMinnie 09:44
The reply came sooner than expected, only half an hour later.
Why? Worried you might lose?
GoldenJK_77 10:13
Jimin grit his teeth. So much for him being the only one with the rivalry thing. That smug answer was indicator enough.
His cheeks prickled in hot embarrassment and for a second he thought about not replying and just pretending this never happened, but then he would be the one who cowered, so he decided to just get it over with.
Save your cocky shit. I’m gonna get straight to the point:
SparklyKittyMinnie 10:21
I want to win that contest and the chances are higher if we team up.
SparklyKittyMinnie 10:21
We could split the prize money. If you’re interested, let me know.
SparklyKittyMinnie 10:21
He huffed and shoved his phone under his pillow, pressing his cold hands against his burning cheeks. What a mess.
He tried holding off checking his phone for at least 15 minutes, but curiosity won over and only five minutes later he checked it again, surprised to already see a reply in his DMs.
Say please
GoldenJK_77 10:23
First Jimin's breath hitched in utter disbelief, before he let out a frustrated shout, trying to stifle it by pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. What a fucking obnoxious little shit.
No.
SparklyKittyMinnie 10:26
Well, then we’ll see who’s the winner in about a month.
GoldenJK_77 10:27
I guess we will. Don’t cry later, when your broke college student ass lost an opportunity at $750.
SparklyKittyMinnie 10:27
GoldenJK_77 is typing…
Jimin worried his lower lip while staring at the little dots. GoldenJK_77 was typing surprisingly long for the reply that eventually followed.
Fine. When can you meet?
GoldenJK_77 10:31
It was a couple of days later, on a Sunday afternoon, when they met in a café only a few blocks away from Jimin’s and Tae’s apartment. Jimin was the first to arrive, sitting down in the farthest corner of the room, where they could discuss their arrangement without anyone listening in on them.
He had never seen GoldenJK_77’s face, not really. Sometimes his videos and pictures might show a glimpse of chin or lips or maybe a cheek… but that’s usually it, usually GoldenJK_77 had his face blurred out just like Jimin. But even from the little bit Jimin had seen, he could tell the guy was handsome, and of course he was right.
He knew it was him the moment GoldenJK_77 entered the café, not only because he was good looking, but because of the way he carried himself. So full of confidence, clearly knowing what he wanted, not hesitant at all. Just like in his videos.
His eyes found Jimin’s immediately – granted, Jimin was hard to miss, with his pink hair that was obviously easy to catch even when blurred out – giving him a once-over while making his way from the entrance to the back, a grin on his face.
Jimin made sure to look as bored a possible, albeit the fluttering nerves in his stomach, resting his chin on the palm of his one hand, while stirring his iced tea with the other, bringing the straw to his lips and wrapping them around in a manner, that he knew made them look pouty and full, not breaking eye contact.
The moment GoldenJK_77 sat down, the waitress was all over him and Jimin suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Once she was done taking his very generic order of black coffee – something in Jimin’s stomach tightening at the weirdly familiar sound of his voice – GoldenJK_77 turned to him.
“So, first things first. What’s your name?”
Jimin raised an eyebrow. Not the kind of question he expected, but it made sense to know the name of the person you’re basically going to negotiate a deal with.
“Jimin.”
GoldenJK_77 grinned and cocked his head to the side. “Ahh… Minnie for Jimin. I see.”
His face looked younger than Jimin expected, his eyes surprisingly big and gentle, a stark contrast to his cutting jawline. His black wavy hair was styled in a way that showed one side of an undercut, several silver piercings adorning his earlobes. Jimin didn’t expect him to have that eboy kind of style, with his ripped jeans, fitted black shirt, silver necklace and olive-green bomber jacket – that he for some reason didn’t even feel the need to take off.
Jimin felt almost underdressed in his choice of a simple black hoodie, which was a little too big for him, the sleeves covering his hands almost up to his fingertips. But he stood by his choice, made it with the sole purpose of refusing to put in any effort for this meetup.
So, GoldenJK_77 was better dressed than him. And he smelled good. Somehow soft and gentle and it was such a pleasant smell that Jimin wanted to ask for the name of his perfume and choke him at the same time. Especially when he was smirking like that. So full of himself. He probably knew he was smelling good too. Fucking asshole.
“Excellent detective skills,” Jimin deadpanned. “What’s yours?”
“Jungkook.”
Jimin hummed, taking another sip of his iced tea. JK for Jungkook.
When GoldenJK_77’s, Jungkook’s, order arrived, he wrapped his hands around the steaming mug. Jimin couldn’t help but look down at his long fingers and their firm grip, immediately reminded of the way they usually grab that stupidly perfect cock, or a partner’s hips, or their throat for that matter.
When he looked back up, Jungkook was smirking at him, had caught him staring. Jimin tried not to be embarrassed by it and cleared his throat.
“So, let’s get started.”
First, they talked about their limits, soft and hard ones. It was a good way for them to ease into the conversation, it was familiar terrain, something both of them had done with others before. Jimin was surprised how thorough Jungkook was, had expected some kind of inexperienced immaturity regarding the topic, but there was none of that.
The outcome was not surprising, both of them were active in the same kind of scene, both of them obviously knew each other’s content – which Jimin didn’t try to think too much about – and it’ was pretty clear that they were on the same page for most of the things they liked to give and receive. Nothing too crazy but nothing too soft either.
Jungkook typed away on his phone, furrowing his brows.
“I’ll send you a list of my limits, I tried to add yours. Check it and send an updated version back to me if needed.”
Again, Jimin was surprised how professional he was. It made him feel a little bit more at ease with the whole situation. Usually his partners, when he still had some back in the day, would be new to discussing limits, needed to be eased into talking about things like that, always making Jimin feel like he was the one with the most responsibility, the one who’d be at fault if anything goes wrong. Which wasn’t bad per se, he liked doing that too, but this was a nice change, talking to someone who had his stuff figured out, knew the things he wanted, who had experience in this.
“Okay,” he said, taking another sip of his tea. The ice was completely melted by now and it tasted a little watered down but still sweet.
“But I don’t think we should go all out on the… super kinky stuff.”
Jungkook put his phone down. “Just checking what’s okay, in case we’re getting carried away.”
“Carried away,” Jimin said, raising an eyebrow. “Sure.”
“Two more things… One: Doing it without condoms, only if you’re proven clean.”
Jimin shrugged. “Same here. I can get tested in the next couple of days and send you the results. I expect the same from you, I won’t touch any of your cum otherwise.”
Jungkook chuckled but nodded. “Good. Last thing: How do you feel about kissing on the lips?”
“That’s uh-,” Jimin was about to say no. Usually, he would say no. Usually he wouldn’t kiss random strangers. That’s something reserved for people he really trusted. But as his eyes wandered to Jungkook’s lips, taking a sip of coffee, his tongue darting out to lick off the remnants of dark liquid stuck to his lower lip, he couldn’t bring himself to say no for some reason. Probably because Jungkook smelled so fucking good.
He cleared his throat.
“Soft limit,” he said eventually, looking back up, tearing his gaze away from Jungkook’s lips, only to find Jungkook’s eyes glued to his own. Something inside his stomach fluttered in excitement and he licked his lips almost automatically, tasted what little was left of his cherry lip gloss, watched Jungkook’s eyes following the movement.
When he started talking again, Jungkook’s eyes snapped back up, looking a little dazed.
“Soft limit,” Jimin repeated. “Depending on the situation I… uh... could be okay with it. If you’re okay with it.”
Jungkook nodded and started typing on his phone again. “Okay, so checking in before kissing.”
When he was done, he put his phone down, looking at Jimin.
“Your safe word?”
“Red,” Jimin said. “Color system. Yours?”
“Same.”
“Good.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook took another sip of his coffee. “So, what else is there to discuss?”
“Well, for starters, the location. There’s no way we’re going to do it in your dorm room.”
Jungkook furrowed his brows, looking mildly offended. “What’s wrong with my dorm room? You started out in a dorm room just like mine.”
“And I grew out of it. Been grown out of it for a while now,” Jimin said and felt a little smug about it.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking Jimin up and down. “Get off your high horse, you know very well that the dorm room theme always sells.”
“It’s still not the theme I want to go for.”
“So, your place then?”
“There’s no way I’m inviting you to my place,” Jimin scoffed. “I looked up some hotels that we-“
“You want me to spend part of my prize money on a hotel room?” Jungkook asked incredulously.
Jimin blinked. “Of course we would share the cost.”
“Nope. I won’t spend money to fuck you, that’s not-”
Jimin interrupted him with a sharp laugh. “Who said you’re going to fuck me?”
“What?”
~ ♡ ~
Which is how they ended up where they are now. Arguing over who’s going to do the fucking, like two immature idiots.
“There’s no way I’m letting your teenage dick fuck me.”
It’s a lie, of course Jimin would let that annoyingly perfect dick fuck him. He dreamed about that annoyingly perfect dick fucking him. But it doesn’t sit right with him how full of himself Jungkook is, how sure he is that Jimin will be the one putting out for him.
“I’m 21.”
“And I’m 24. There is no way I’m letting you fuck me.“
Jungkook scoffs and the sound makes Jimin’s blood boil. “It’s not my fault that you’re old, SparklyKittyMinnie.”
“And it’s not my fault that you’re fresh out of puberty, GoldenJK_77.”
“Look, this was your idea to begin with. Why are you being difficult now?”
Jimin rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.
“Because you’re a cocky shit and I feel like someone has to teach you manners.”
Jungkook throws his head back and laughs. “And you are going to do that?”
Jimin narrows his eyes. “I’m your sunbae,” he says, trying to keep his voice calm. “I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I don’t care about that sunbae shit, I might be Korean but I grew up here in the U.S.. Plus, sunbae doesn’t necessarily mean that there is anything you can teach me. Plus, I have the bigger dick.”
Jimin gawks at him. It’s true of course, but what the fuck.
“Are you one of those people buying into the stereotype that the one with the bigger dick is doing the fucking?” He scoffs. “How very immature and shallow of you.”
“I’m not at all one of those people, as you might know from my content,” Jungkook says and leans forward, propping himself up on his elbows, lazily tracing the rim of his cup with his finger. “But I know what you look and sound like when fucking people and I know what you look and sound like when getting fucked. You obviously enjoy the latter more.” He grins and Jimin feels a mix of annoyance and embarrassment bubble up inside him, making his cheeks heat up.
“And the videos in which you're getting fucked perform better.”
“Excuse me?”
“They get more likes.” Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You must know that.”
Jimin splutters. “Yeah, I know that but how do you know that? Are you keeping track of my metrics?”
Jungkook shrugs. “I like to know as much as possible about my competition and I like analyzing what people want to see. My numbers indicate that the videos in which I’m doing the fucking perform better than the videos in which I’m getting fucked. Many of my viewers imagine being fucked by me, whereas for people like you…” He gives Jimin a once-over.
“People like me?” Jimin raises his eyebrows, the sour feeling of annoyance increasing and Jungkook grins.
“Your followers like to imagine fucking you. They always comment about how cute you look, how well you take it…”
Jimin presses his lips together, growing more annoyed by the second, because of course Jungkook is right.
“You call it immature and shallow, but it still is what most people want to see. Most people like the stereotypes.”
Jungkook leans forward a bit more, lowering his voice.
“And I’ve seen what a slut you are for big dicks, big toys even,” he whispers quietly but still audible to Jimin, even over the chatter of voices around them, Jungkook’s eyes burning into him. “I’ve seen how much you love them deep inside your throat. How you bounce up and down on big cocks so much more enthusiastically, how you let them fuck you stupid, because they make you feel so good, don’t they, pretty boy?”
Jimin swallows hard, the annoyance making place for something burning hot, something that makes him feel a little dizzy and light headed.
He knows what Jungkook is doing. He’s already easing them into… some kind of dynamic, is already starting to test the waters and the limits of the verbal humiliation and degradation they’ve been discussing, which Jimin indicated were kinks of his. Jimin knows all that and he’s annoyed that he didn’t expect it, that he’s so taken off guard by a couple of whispered words.
“Don’t they?” Jungkook repeats and Jimin licks his lips, swallows hard again, his throat feeling dry all of a sudden.
“You’re too full of yourself,” he says, his voice raspy, his eyes wandering towards Jungkook’s lips. “Could your dick even handle an ass like mine?”
He watches as the corners of Jungkook’s mouth tug into a smirk. “Oh, your ass will be a lot to handle for sure. But I’ll manage.”
When Jungkook leans back there is something hot in his gaze and a kind of smugness, that makes Jimin’s blood boil. The other is clearly enjoying this.
“Here is what we’re going to do, Jimin-ssi.” The way Jungkook says his name, using the Korean honorifics, makes Jimin’s heart beat faster. “We’re going to go with the stereotype: I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass with my big cock and…” His grin grows bigger. “…and it’s going to happen in my dorm room, so that you will be reminded the whole time, that it’s your hoobae fucking you.”
Jungkook says it with a finality in his voice that doesn’t leave room for objection, but Jimin sees the way he’s gauging his reaction, the way he’s waiting for him to disagree. He’s giving him the opportunity to say no and Jimin appreciates it and hates it at the same time. Because of course he’s going to say yes, and the action of saying yes will be the most humiliating part.
His cheeks are burning hot and his heart flutters fast inside his chest. He licks his lips and gives a short nod, at which Jungkook only cocks an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with his non-verbal reaction.
Jimin rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance.
“Okay,” he grits out, looking at a spot behind Jungkook.
“Good,” Jungkook smiles obviously pleased with himself. He picks up his phone from the table, checking the time. “Well, this was nice but I gotta go,” he says, pocketing it. “I’ll dm you what days I’m available.”
With that he stands up, making his way to the counter where he pays for his coffee. He leaves without looking back at Jimin, doesn’t even spare him one last glance, just walks out the door with his stupid long legs and his stupid big thighs in his stupid tight fitted jeans and his stupid enormous stomper boots. What a pretentious asshole. Jimin hates him and hates how turned on he is right now.
It takes him a couple of minutes to collect himself, to ease down the arousal in his lower belly and to make sense of what just happened. It doesn’t take long for the annoyance to come back, the slight feeling of humiliation tugging on his senses. But also, the feeling of excitement.
Shit, he’s looking forward to it.
After he collected his belongings and made his way to the counter to pay for his iced tea, he’s told that Jungkook has already paid for it.
Fucking asshole.
~ ♡ ~
“I’ll be on my way then,” Jimin says as he steps into the threshold of Tae’s room, ready to head out for his meeting with Jungkook, tugging on the hem of his baby blue fluffy sweater. It’s about two weeks later, a Friday night, the night they’ve agreed on for their ‘meeting’ via DM.
He hates to admit it, but his heart is fluttering nervously inside his chest. He spent the whole afternoon getting ready, taking a bath, cleaning himself thoroughly, shaving, styling his hair, only to change his mind and wash the product out again, letting his pink bangs fall softly into his face. A look that matches the softness of his fluffy blue sweater better in his opinion. He’s wearing his favorite black jeans, that are fitted enough to make his ass look amazing but not so tight that they’re hard to take off, and paired them with simple black sneakers.
Tae gives him a once-over from where he’s sitting against the headboard of his bed, his laptop on his knees.
“You look cute,” he says, giving Jimin a thumbs up.
“But not like I put in too much effort?”
Tae chuckles. “Don’t worry, you look the perfect mix of unbothered but still very much fuckable.”
“Good.” That’s exactly what Jimin was going for.
Tae sits up a little more. “Can’t believe you’re going back to our old campus.”
“Me neither,” Jimin grumbles, burying his hands in the pockets of his fluffy sweater.
“You’re not going to take a bag?”
Jimin blinks. “Uh… what would I need that for? I have my phone and wallet right here.” He pats the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out his phone from the pocket of his sweater.
Tae raises his eyebrows. “Well, in case you want to stay the night.”
“Why would I want that?”
“I don’t know, I was just assuming it might be a possibility.”
“It’s not.”
Tae laughs at the clear defensiveness in Jimin’s voice.
“Okay…” The way he says it makes it sound like he doesn’t believe him and it annoys Jimin but before he can say anything, Tae continues. “Anyway, let me know when you get there and if you stay the night. If I don’t hear back from you by…” He checks the clock on his night stand, which shows that it’s six thirty. “…by midnight, I’m gonna assume you’ve been murdered and I can rent your room to someone else.”
Jimin snorts and turns around. “Alright, see you later.”
“No but honestly, keep me updated please!” Tae shouts as Jimin makes his way down the hallway to the front door.
“Will do!”
“And have fun!”
~ ♡ ~
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Jimin thinks when he boards the bus that takes him to his old college campus.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thinks when he gets off the bus 20 minutes later, taking in the familiar surroundings, almost getting nostalgic.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thinks when he’s walking across campus to the dorm building Jungkook has told him he’s living in. It’s right next to the one Jimin used to live in during his college days.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thinks as he walks up to the entrance, opening the door. It will be locked and the dorm only accessible with a key card at later hours, Jimin is lucky that it’s still early enough for it to be open. He makes his way through the entrance hall and up the stairs, breathes in the familiar scent of college dorm: a weird mix of old wood, booze and laundry detergent.
On his way down the corridor, he crosses paths with a group of chattering students who greet him but don’t pay him any further mind. He probably looks young enough to pass as a student and he’s kind of relieved by that, since this definitely feels like he’s doing something he’s not supposed to do. It makes him nervous but also excited in a twisted way.
His eyes wander over the numbers on the doors, searching for number 27, Jungkook’s room number. When Jimin spots it, his heart leaps into his throat. He checks his phone for the time. He’s a couple of minutes late, fashionably late as he likes to call it. He fluffs out his bangs before walking up to the door, taking a deep breath and raising his fist to knock.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
It takes only a few seconds for the door to open.
Jungkook is wearing a simple white shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair framing his face in soft curls, some strands a little wet as if he washed them only a short while ago. He’s grinning down at Jimin and this is the first time Jimin realizes their difference in height, is a little annoyed by the way he has to look up.
“Hi,” he says, trying his best to sound nonchalant and unimpressed.
“Hi,” Jungkook answers and takes a step to the side. “Come in, you can put your shoes right here.”
The dorm room looks so eerily similar to his old one that it throws Jimin into a loop for moment. He knows all the rooms on campus look similar – that’s how he immediately recognized that GoldenJK_77 was a student at his old college – but still, he almost feels taken back in time after he’s placed his shoes next to the door and lets his eyes wander over the furniture made of birch wood, the closet, the desk in front of the big window, the bed shoved into the corner on the other side of the room. There is not much decoration going on, except for three miniature cacti on the window sill, a plant on top of the closet, growing down the side of the furniture in big leaves and a banner of what Jimin knows is the college football team on the wall above the bed. Jimin wonders if Jungkook is on the team, his physique would fit the part.
He also can’t help but notice that it smells good. Just the way Jungkook had smelled during their first meeting at the café and Jimin really wants to know what products he’s using, but he doesn’t ask.
“You have a single room,” he notes instead.
“Yeah, I was lucky there,” Jungkook says, closing the door behind him. He points at another door next to the entry way. “Bathroom is shared with the guy next door though. He’s visiting his family this weekend, but you can lock both doors from the inside if you want to use it.”
Jimin nods, letting his eyes wander around the room again. “The banner is a fire hazard, you know that, right?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Are you my RA?”
Jimin shrugs. “Just letting you know.”
Then they’re standing on respective ends of the room and the air turns a little awkward. Jungkook’s gaze wanders down Jimin’s body.
“You look good,” he says.
“Thanks, and you look like you didn’t put in any effort whatsoever,” Jimin answers, pointing at his sweatpants.
Jungkook laughs. “I thought we’ll be naked for the most part anyway, so…”
“Yeah, but there is still the part of getting naked.”
Jungkook hums, taking a couple of steps forward, suddenly standing right in Jimin’s space, looking down at him. He’s standing so close that Jimin can feel the heat radiating off his body.
“And how do you want that part to go, Jimin-ssi?”
Jimin feels Jungkook’s fingers trail over his hand that’s still clutching his phone, to the sleeve of his sweater, where they tug lightly at the fluffy fabric. He swallows.
“Without you calling me Jimin, for starters,” he says and is surprised by how steady his voice sounds.
Jungkook grins, and lets his hand fall from Jimin’s sweater. “Good point, Minnie.”
Then he turns around, crossing the room to open the top drawer of the dresser placed right at the foot end of his bed.
“I have two cameras,” he says, placing said items on top of the dresser. “I thought of putting one there on my tripod,” he indicates an area in front of the bed, “and one right here.” He pats the top of dresser.
“And I could film a little with my phone too,” he says, while getting his tripod out too. “Although I’d rather use both of my hands on you.” He glances at Jimin and grins.
Jimin rolls his eyes, but knows fully well that his cheeks are turning red, like a fucking virgin and he fucking hates it. Get it together.
“Sounds good,” he says. “Are you going to edit the vid?”
“Do you have experience in editing longer videos?”
“No.”
“Then I’m going to do it, I don’t want to lose the contest because of bad editing.”
Jimin narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. “Are you saying my editing is bad?”
Jungkook halts in his motions of folding out the tripod and looks at Jimin. “Are you putting words into my mouth?”
Jimin purses his lips. “No…”
Jungkook chuckles and continues getting the tripod ready. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I’m a film and photography major.”
“Oh,” Jimin starts. “My best friend also majored in… that…” He trails off. It’s not that it’s supposed to be a secret but he didn’t intend to talk to GoldenJK_77 about his private life.
Jungkook doesn’t seem to catch his hesitation, still fumbling with the tripod, now placing the camera on top of it.
“Oh, cool. Has he been able to land some good job opportunities?” He sounds genuinely interested.
“Um, he’s doing the editing for some pretty famous Youtubers and worked as camera operator for quite a few TV shows and movies.”
“Cool,” Jungkook repeats and then: “All done.”
He places the tripod with the camera in front of the bed, turning it on.
“For the lighting we unfortunately have to work with the light on the ceiling and the one on the night stand, but that’s usually enough.”
“Okay,” Jimin says and moves to the side to place his phone and his wallet on Jungkook’s desk, after shooting Tae a quick text that he’s arrived at Jungkook’s dorm and is still alive.
Then he watches as Jungkook gets the camera on top of the dresser ready, angling it towards the bed, before turning on the lights and opening the nightstand drawer. When he pulls out a bottle of lube, putting it on top of the nightstand, Jimin’s heart starts fluttering again.
“Do you want to use the bathroom before?” Jungkook asks, turning around to look at him.
Jimin shakes his head. “No, I’m ready…”
Jungkook regards him from head to toe. “You look nervous.”
“I’m not nervous,” Jimin bristles. “I’ve done this before.”
Jungkook lifts an eyebrow. “Then stop being so awkward.”
He approaches Jimin with big strides, and Jimin automatically takes a step back, pressing himself against the desk behind him. He must look like a scared animal because Jungkook stops in his tracks and clicks his tongue, before turning around and heading to the dresser again, opening one of the drawers.
What he pulls out makes Jimin’s stomach turn.
“That’s some cheap ass vodka,” he says warily, while Jungkook pulls out two shot glasses.
“This is the best I can do,” the other says while placing the shot glasses on top of the drawer and opening the bottle.
Jimin presses himself against the desk even harder. “And I’m supposed to drink that?”
Jungkook turns around and makes his way towards him, glasses in each of his hands, rolling his eyes.
“You look like you’re about to pee your pants, this will calm you nerves. Unless you are into the whole peeing thing after all?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Jimin groans. “Fucking- Give that here.” He snatches one of the glasses from Jungkook’s hand, almost spilling its content.
“You made it too full,” he whines.
“It’s a decently filled shot glass,” Jungkook says. “On three. One, two-“
Jimin brings the glass to his nose and takes a sniff. The smell of the cheap liquor burns inside his nose in such an unpleasant way that he can feel it all the way down his throat, making him gag. He looks up at Jungkook incredulously.
“There is no fucking way I’m drinking this.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Just get it over with, it’s just a shot.”
“And you made it too full.”
“It’s still just a shot.”
“And it smells disgusting.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrow. Slowly, he takes a step forward, stepping into Jimin’s space.
“You’re a whiny little bitch, aren’t you?” He mutters, his eyes roaming up and down Jimin’s body. Jimin swallows hard at his tone.
“I’m not, it’s just tha-“
“And you’re still whining.”
Jimin clamps his mouth shut.
Jungkook takes the full glass from Jimin’s hand, placing it carefully on the desk behind him, together with his own. Then he places his hands on either side of Jimin, positively caging him in.
“You know,” he grins. “In your videos, I never noticed how small you are, sunbae.” He gives Jimin another once over. “It’s kinda cute.”
Jimin bites his lips, doesn’t want to let the compliment of being called cute affect him too much.
“I’m not small, you’re just big.”
“Yeah, that I am,” Jungkook says, an obvious innuendo in his voice that makes Jimin roll his eyes, albeit his racing heart.
“And your ego is just as big. Do you ever stop talking about your dick?”
“I didn’t mention my dick, but apparently you were thinking about it.”
Jimin presses his lips together. “You’re literally like a teenager.”
Something hot and sharp flickers through Jungkook’s eyes, his gaze turning dark.
“Turn around, Jimin,” he mutters.
Jimin swallows and holds Jungkook’s gaze, doesn’t want to give in to him just like that, is curious to see how Jungkook will handle the situation.
“We’re not even in front of the camera yet,” he complains, his voice trembling a little.
A smirk forms on Jungkook’s lips and he raises his hand, burying his fingers into the hair at the back of Jimin’s head, closing his fist and tugging his head backwards hard. Jimin bites his lips to prevent the whine at the back of his throat from slipping out.
“We’re not in front of the camera yet because you’re acting like a nervous little virgin,” Jungkook whispers against his ear, his breath hot. He leans back to look at Jimin and tuts. “And I even chose the bed, do you know what I originally had in mind, pretty boy?”
Jimin shakes his head, the stinging pain of Jungkook’s grip in his hair sending little waves of pleasure down his spine.
“I wanted to fuck you here, on this desk,” Jungkook says and gives Jimin’s hair two sharp tugs. “Turn. Around.”
This time Jimin complies, turning around slowly, while Jungkook lets his hand fall from his hair. When he’s fully turned, gripping the edge of the desk with trembling fingers, he comes face to face with the only big window in the room and ultimately the world outside.
They’re up on the third floor so they have a nice view of the area below, which is currently drowned in the golden light of the setting sun. The campus is still bustling with people. Students walking in groups along the paths and across the yard, sitting on benches, some playing table tennis right below the window. Jimin’s heart speeds up again, when Jungkook presses himself hard against his back, when he feels his hot breath against his ear again.
“Thought about fucking you right here, for everyone to see,” Jungkook whispers, his hands slipping underneath Jimin’s sweater, warm fingers trailing over the skin of his stomach, making Jimin shiver, heat pooling inside his lower belly.
“Thought about eating your ass while you flash your pretty cock to all those students and professors down there, coming untouched all over the window.”
Jimin draws in a shuddering breath as his imagination runs wild.
“Would you have liked that, pretty boy?” Jungkook murmurs against his ear. “Being watched by all those people while I ruin you?”
Jimin shakes his head, then nods, then shakes his head again. His face feels hot – everything feels hot – and he wants Jungkook’s hands, that are still trailing up and down his stomach, to wander lower, to touch his cock that’s slowly hardening inside his jeans.
Jungkook hums. “I think you would… But do you know why I ended up choosing the bed instead, where nobody can see us?”
Jimin shakes his head, his breath quickening, when Jungkook pinches both of his nipples, his hands so far up Jimin’s sweater now, that it’s riding up, his stomach visible for everyone outside to see. There is no way that, if someone looks up now, they wouldn’t know exactly what they are doing.
“Because I have a reputation to uphold here,” Jungkook says. “Can’t let people on campus know that I fuck random bitches,” he presses his mouth closer to Jimin’s ear, “like you,” Jimin shivers, “in my dorm room.”
Jungkook pinches his nipples again, then he wanders lower, his nails scraping Jimin’s skin, making him shudder, until he stops at his waistband.
“But I guess we could let them see a little bit, hm?” Jungkook murmurs, his hands fumbling with Jimin’s belt now. “Give them a little show, what do you think?” He opens Jimin’s belt and then the buttons of his jeans. “It’s what you can do best after all.”
Jimin shivers when the cool air of the room hits the hot skin of his cock and thighs, while Jungkook pulls down his pants. He steadies himself on the desk, obediently stepping out of them. He’s not fully hard yet, but he’s getting there, the hot tingling in his lower belly increasing with each second.
He closes his eyes, blocking out the people down there for a moment, taking a deep breath to ground himself, while he hears Jungkook take a step to the side behind him. Then he hears the sound of the tripod being moved, before Jungkook’s hands are back on him, grabbing his hips, pulling him back a couple of steps against his chest.
“On camera now,” Jungkook whispers against his ear, so quietly that the camera most likely didn’t pick it up. Jimin opens his eyes and nods but all he can think about is the people outside the window and that from this position, they could clearly see everything if they would look up.
The thrill sends a hot tremor through his body but he still grabs the hem of his sweater and pulls it down to cover his rapidly hardening cock, the feeling of the fluffy fabric making him shiver.
Jungkook notices it and chuckles.
“Don’t wanna let them see?” He asks, placing one if his hands on top of Jimin’s sweater, right where his cock is straining against the fabric underneath. Jimin’s breath hitches, when Jungkook scrapes his fingers up and down, before working his way beneath Jimin’s arms, taking hold of his cock with both hands underneath his sweater.
Jimin bites his lips, but the moan leaves his throat anyway. He stares at the people outside, at the group of three guys in workout clothes walking along the path towards the dorm, the brunette girl sitting on the bench across the yard, reading her book, the people playing table tennis next to her. Nobody is looking up towards their window but they could at any moment. He feels hot all over and when Jungkook’s hands start moving, one of them stroking up and down his shaft, the other fondling his balls lightly, his stomach muscles contract for a second and he moans loudly, his knees jittering. His grip around the hem of his sweater tightens and he pulls it down harder, rutting into Jungkook’s hands, feels the others’ hot breath against his ear and his cheek.
The girl on the bench is closing her book now, puts it inside the bag that’s sitting next to her, roams around in it for a moment and then pulls out sunglasses. She puts them on and leans back, putting her elbows on top of the backrest of the bench, tipping her head back a little, apparently to enjoy the last rays of evening sun.
With her head tipped like that, they’re directly in her line of sight. The thrill makes Jimin’s heart beat fast, his breath quickens. He’s definitely fully hard now, painfully so, keeps rutting into Jungkook’s hands.
“Do you think she’s watching?” Jungkook murmurs, his grip on Jimin’s cock tightening, quickening his pace. “Do you think she knows?”
“I- Fuck,” Jimin breathes, moving his hips faster too. There’s a hot knot in his stomachs that keeps getting tighter and tighter and he can feel himself getting wet with precum.
The group of guys has reached the yard now, greeting the people playing table tennis. They form a little circle, some of them facing their way but nobody looks up. Other than the girl on the bench, who still has her head tilted back. With her sunglasses on, there is no way to tell, if she’s having her eyes closed or not.
The heat in Jimin’s stomach keeps increasing. Jungkook’s hand wanders from his balls to the tip of his cock, rubbing his palm across it in circular motion, spreading precum all over it.
“Ah!”, Jimin lets his head fall back against Jungkook’s shoulder, his grip on his sweater turning sweaty. He bites his lips, pressing his bare ass against Jungkook’s crotch, can clearly feel his erection underneath his sweatpants. He rubs against it, revels in the way Jungkook hums in pleasure and how his hands slow down, to leave Jimin’s cock and grab his hips instead, pulling him against his crotch even harder, rutting against Jimin’s naked ass.
When Jimin lifts his head to look outside the window again, he sees that the girl is not looking their way anymore, has turned to another girl who must’ve approached her shortly before.
With apparently no eyes on them, Jimin’s grows bold. He lifts the hem of his sweater, exposing his cock for everyone outside to see.
“Good boy,” Jungkook murmurs, his fingers leaving Jimin’s hips and taking hold of his hands, to keep them in place.
“That’s it, show them.”
Jimin’s cock twitches and he whines, tugging his sweater up even higher, while eyeing the people outside. Still, nobody is looking their way and the thrill in his veins grows hotter. He needs more of it.
“Want it off?” Jungkook asks.
Jimin nods, letting go of his sweater and putting his arms up, indicating for Jungkook to help him. The other chuckles and does as he’s silently asked, pulling Jimin’s sweater over his head and discarding it somewhere to the side.
“There you go, for the whole world to see,” he says and presses himself closer, his breath hot against Jimin’s cheek again. He taps the tip of Jimin’s cock with his index finger once, twice, right where all the precum is gathering, and Jimin’s thighs tremble at the feeling.
“Look at you,” Jungkook whispers. “Such a pretty boy with such a pretty cock.” Then he tuts in disapproval. “But so needy.” He takes hold of Jimin’s shaft again and moves his hand up and down, making Jimin whimper.
“So needy, getting off on people watching him being a slut.”
Jimin’s gaze snaps back to the window and for a split second he thinks the two girls are looking at them, but when he blinks, their heads are turned the other direction again. It was clearly just his imagination but it’s enough for his reflexes to kick in and to move his hands to cover himself up.
“Nu uh,” Jungkook says in a disagreeing tone, catching Jimin’s wrists, pulling them to his sides. “Let them see. Let them see what a slut you are.”
Jimin’s whole body feels hot with embarrassment and pleasure, the increasing need to cover him himself up making him struggle against Jungkook’s hold, his heart racing.
Jungkook’s grip loosens.
“Color?” He whispers against Jimin’s ear.
Jimin freezes for a moment and blinks. He has almost forgotten about what they’re doing, about the camera and all that. He keeps his eyes fixed on the people outside, while focusing on the feeling of Jungkook’s clothed erection pressing against his ass. Only now he feels how hot his face is and his own hard cock twitches at the realization that he’s completely naked while Jungkook is still fully dressed. It makes him feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.
“Green,” he whispers back, just as quietly as Jungkook, loud enough for the other to hear but too quiet for the camera to pick it up.
Jungkook hums in approval.
His grip around Jimin’s wrists tightens again, holding them still, preventing Jimin from covering himself.
“You like this a little too much, you know,” Jungkook says. “Look at the mess you’re making all over my floor.”
Jimin looks down at himself, his cheeks growing even hotter at the sight of his cock twitching helplessly, literally drooling precum now, a tiny puddle of clear liquid forming on the floor where he’s standing.
Suddenly Jungkook let’s go of his wrist and lands a hard slap against the side of his ass. The stinging pain making Jimin cry out and his cock twitches again, another bead of precum forming rapidly, dripping down onto the hardwood floor, joining the little puddle.
Jungkook chuckles, takes hold of Jimin’s butt cheek, burying his finger deep into the skin.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He presses his lips against Jimin’s shoulder, stays there for a moment, as if to gather himself. When he draws back, he gives Jimin’s butt another slap, lighter this time.
“Get on the bed, pretty boy.”
Jimin complies immediately, is relieved to get away from the window but the feeling of thrill is still burning deep inside him, making him feel light-headed and a little floaty. Jungkook’s bedsheets smell ridiculously good and he can’t resist the urge to bury his face inside them for a second, before resting his cheeks against the soft fabric, ass high up in the air.
He hears Jungkook moving the camera around behind him and for a split second he feels bad for letting him do all the work. The thought is suddenly grounding him, pulling him from the haziness. He’s about to lift his head to ask Jungkook if he needs help – it can be cut from the final video after all – but before he can do so, he feels warm hands on his butt cheeks again, spreading them apart.
A helpless sound leaves his throat, he just knows his hole is on full display for the camera now.
“So pretty,” Jungkook mumbles, adjusting his grip, sliding a thumb up and down between Jimin’s cheeks, catching on his rim every now and then.
Jimin bites his lips, goosebumps prickling pleasantly across his skin. He lifts his head to look over his shoulder, at Jungkook, who’s gaze is fixated on Jimin’s butt, his lower lip a little red and swollen as if he’s been biting it a lot, the top area of his cheekbones dusted in a soft pink color.
Fuck, he’s pretty too, Jimin can’t help but notice and when he cranes his neck a little more, he catches sight of the huge and very obvious tent in Jungkook’s sweatpants. The thought of nibbling on it crosses his mind, but the only thing coming out of his mouth is a pouty
“Why the fuck are you still dressed?”
Jungkook’s eyes snap up to him immediately.
“Still complaining?” He chuckles but his voice is hard, sending a hot shiver down Jimin’s spine. He cries out when Jungkook lands a hard slap on his butt cheek. “After everything I gave you.”
Jimin knows exactly what he’s doing, when he lets the little chuckle that’s bubbling up in the back of his throat, slip out. The way Jungkook’s eyes narrow makes him feel giddy inside.
“And what exactly do you think you gave me?”
Jungkook’s grip on his cheeks tightens and with a single eyebrow raise he dares Jimin to go on. A challenge that Jimin is excited to take.
“All you did was undress me in front of a window. You didn’t even really touch me.”
Jungkook’s keeps his expression annoyingly neutral but his eyes hold a dangerous glint when he slowly leans forward. Suddenly there’s a hard grip on the back of Jimin’s neck, pressing him down into the sheets, his cheek squished against them.
Jungkook brings his lips to his ear, towering over Jimin from behind, effectively caging him in, his breath hot against Jimin’s skin, his voice low and controlled.
“First you beg me to fuck you for this little competition, then you come here acting all nervous, then you make a mess of my bedroom floor because you're too turned on by being watched and then you have the audacity to tell me I’m not giving you enough, not touching you enough?”
Jimin lets out a shuddering breath when Jungkook increases the pressure on his neck, his hole clenching, still exposed to the bedroom air and the camera.
“For this,” Jungkook whispers against his ear. “you’re not going to get touched at all tonight.”
“Wha-“ Jimin is interrupted by a hard squeeze to his neck immediately.
“I’m not going to touch that pretty little cock of yours, you’re going to come from your ass only.” The smirk is evident in his voice. “I know for a fact that you can.”
Jimin lets out a shuddering breath when Jungkook lands another hard slap on his butt, before pulling away.
“I want you on your back, pretty boy. Spread your legs for me.”
Jimin does as he’s told, lies on his back, bringing his legs apart. He feels out of breath, the heat in his face burning just as hot as the heat inside his lower belly. Then he watches as Jungkook pulls his shirt over his head and stepping out of his sweatpants, admires his body, licks his lips at the sight of Jungkook’s cock being fully hard already. It looks even bigger in person.
It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to fully undress and grab the bottle of lube, snapping it open with quick movements and coating two of his fingers with it.
“Wow, not wasting any time I see,” Jimin comments.
When Jungkook’s halts in his movements and his gaze snaps over to him, Jimin has only a few seconds to brace himself, before Jungkook leans forward and grabs his face, towering over him.
“If you don’t shut your bratty mouth, I’m going to gag you,” Jungkook says, his voice calm but stern, lube covered fingers pressing into Jimin’s cheek almost painfully. He’s so close that Jimin can almost feel his breath on his lips. The words send shivers down Jimin’s spine, making his legs quiver around Jungkook’s body.
Jungkook grins.
“Yeah, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” He tilts Jimin’s head up, leaning even closer. Jimin watches as he licks his lips, his eyes involuntarily zoning in on the plush bottom lip and how it moves when Jungkook keeps on speaking.
“Should I tie you up and put you in a blindfold too?” Jungkook asks. Then he seems to think about something and tuts, licking his lips again. “But then you wouldn’t able to see this room and I did say I wanted you to be reminded of who is fucking you in his college dorm, didn’t I?” Jimin swallows hard at the sight of Jungkook’s tongue darting out and back in. He keeps staring.
Jungkook’s lips curl into a lazy smile and Jimin still keeps staring.
“No blindfold. But I will gag you, if you can’t keep your mouth shut.”
Jimin just can’t take his eyes off those lips. They look so soft and move so prettily. He really can’t help himself.
“Do you think you can shut up now, pretty boy?”
Jungkook’s grip around his face tightening is what pulls Jimin out of his stupor, finally tearing his gaze away from Jungkook’s lips to bring it up to his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but out comes only a stutter.
“I- uhm… can you.. kiss me?”
It clearly takes Jungkook off guard. His whole body visibly tenses for a moment, then his eyes snap to Jimin’s lips. Two seconds pass, three seconds, four… And Jimin already regrets asking, knows it’s a soft limit for both of them, and he knows there is a high possibility of Jungkook saying no. He braces himself for it, doesn’t know why he’s so incredibly nervous now.
What he doesn’t expect is for Jungkook to lean in and press the warmest and gentlest and softest kiss to his lips.
It’s quiet for a moment, nobody is moving, and then something snaps.
Nothing about the kissing that follows is gentle or soft. It’s battle of lips, and teeth, and tongues, fingers pulling on hair, naked hips and hard cocks rutting against each other.
There is no more talking. Instead, there are desperate sounds spilling from both of their throats, harsh breaths, loud gasps, small moans.
At some point Jimin grabs Jungkook’s wrist and guides his hand between his spread legs, the lube on Jungkook’s fingers, albeit some of it being smeared on Jimin’s cheek and in his hair, still enough for one of his fingers to slide inside easily.
Jimin moans, loves how long Jungkook’s finger is, how deep it reaches inside him.
He lets his own hands wander over Jungkook’s arms, up to his neck, down his chest, before grabbing his cock.
The other groans into his mouth when Jimin starts jerking him off.
The angle is a little awkward. When Jungkook adds a second finger, Jimin’s hand loses its rhythm and when Jungkook hits his prostate for the first time, it stops moving altogether, Jimin’s body going rigid, a loud moan being drawn from his throat.
“Right there,” he rasps. It’s the first thing either of them has said in quite a while. “Right there, ri- ah!”
Jungkook pulls his fingers out and moves to grab the lube bottle, squirting more of it directly on Jimin’s hole, before tossing it aside and pushing three fingers inside slowly.
Jimin mewls and grabs the sheet with both hands, his thighs shaking as Jungkook keeps pressing into his prostate, a warm feeling spreading inside his lower belly, making his cock twitch and drip precum all over his own stomach.
After a few more minutes his whole body is on fire and he needs more. He blindly reaches for the bottle of lube, pushing it against Jungkook’s chest vehemently.
The other takes the bottle without a word, breathing hard, even though Jimin hasn't touched him in a while. It doesn’t take him long to get himself lubed up, before he gives Jimin’s butt another smack.
“Get up,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I want you riding me.”
Jimin whines but lets Jungkook manhandle him around until the other is leaning with his back against the headboard, Jimin on top of him, his knees on either side of Jungkook’s hip and his hands on Jungkook’s chest.
The other reaches around Jimin to take hold of his own lubed up cock, nudging it between Jimin’s cheeks.
“Here,” he says with a grin. “Take a seat, pretty boy.”
Jimin huffs in annoyance – which only makes the other grin wider – but then does as he's told. With Jungkook still holding himself steady, Jimin grabs both of his cheeks, spreading them apart, moving his hips back and forth to spread the remnants of lube between his cheeks around with the tip of Jungkook’s cock. When Jungkook’s cock catches his rim, he pauses, letting go of one of his cheeks to take hold of Jungkook’s hand around his cock, before sinking down slowly.
Jungkook throws his head back with a groan. “Fuck yeah.”
Jimin bites his lower lip at the feeling of Jungkook filling him up, stretching him apart, grazing his prostate. He takes his time, lets himself get used to the stretch before sinking down further, watches Jungkook’s Adam’s apple move as the other swallows hard, with his head still thrown back, strong neck on display, eyes closed.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Jimin whines when he’s fully seated.
Jungkook opens his eyes and looks at him.
“Complaining again already?” He asks but doesn’t give Jimin time to answer, grabs him by his waist right away and thrust up hard.
Jimin squeaks, falling forward against Jungkook’s chest, ends up pressing his lips against the other’s neck.
Jungkook rolls his hips, spreading Jimin’s cheeks apart, before giving one of them a hard slap.
“All I wanna hear you say is ‘Please, fuck me.’ And stop rubbing your cock on me, I know you’re trying to be sneaky about it.”
Jimin wills his hips to still and whimpers into Jungkook’s skin, which turns into full moans, when the other starts rolling his hips harder, hitting his prostate dead on.
“God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
A harsh pull on his hair forces his head back.
“Say please,” Jungkook says and it reminds Jimin of the first time they were messaging on Twitter.
Say please.
No.
“Please,” Jimin whispers and he swears he can see Jungkook’s pupils dilate for a second, before he adjusts his grip on Jimin’s hips and starts fucking into him, finding a steady rhythm of quick thrusts and hard rolls of hips.
Jimin moans and sits up, supporting himself with his palms on Jungkook’s chest again, doing his best to meet the other’s movements, chasing the tension and the warm bubbling feeling inside him, without being allowed to touch his cock.
It almost shocks him how quickly the warm feeling turns into heat.
“F-Feels good,” he moans and throws his head back when Jungkook’s fingers grace the inside of his thighs, wandering up his sides, to his nipples, tweaking them. His cock twitches, the movements of his hips turning frantic. He realizes he won’t last much longer.
“Close... I’m close,” he whimpers.
“Already, sunbaenim?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly. “Cute.”
“Shut up,” Jimin whines, earning him a slap against the inside of his thigh, the pain sending a spark of pleasure through his cock, the hot tension in his lower belly increasing to the point where he knows there really is no return. He rolls his hips faster.
“Ah! Gonna come!”
With Jungkook’s hands gripping his hips hard, he leans back, supporting himself on Jungkook’s thighs, feels the muscles there working. He moves his hips once, twice, meeting Jungkook’s hard thrusts.
“F-fuck…“ With a final hit to his prostate Jimin’s vision goes white and for a short moment all his muscles lock. Then the tension snaps and he comes in hot spurts all over his stomach and chest, his cock twitching, his thighs shaking, his hips rolling uncontrollably to massage his own prostate with Jungkook’s cock through an orgasm that seems to last forever.
After an eternity his hips still and he slowly comes down from his high, out of breath, his head still fuzzy. He looks back at Jungkook, who’s hips had stopped moving at some point, and who is taking him in with half-lidded eyes, his mouth slightly open, his lips red and swollen. Jimin can’t stop staring at them.
When he runs two fingers over his stomach and chest to collect his cum, Jungkook’s eyes follow them intently and when Jimin brings them to Jungkook’s lips, the other opens them surprisingly obediently, licking the cum off Jimin’s fingers with a little moan that makes Jimin’s hole clench in post-orgasmic bliss.
Just when the last bit of Jimin’s cum has disappeared into Jungkook’s mouth, Jungkook sits a up a little more, bringing one hand to Jimin’s nape. Even before their lips meet, Jimin knows exactly what Jungkook wants and opens his mouth. He lets the other kiss him deeply, feeding his own cum back to him, pushing it inside his mouth.
Jimin moans into the kiss, tasting himself on Jungkook’s tongue and after a while feels the familiar tingle in his lower belly, feels himself clench around Jungkook, his own cock slowly getting hard again between their bodies.
Jungkook apparently feels it too because with a chuckle he murmurs the word “slut” against Jimin’s lips before pulling away. He looks at him for a moment, then he brings his lips to Jimin’s ear.
“Want you on your knees for the next part,” he whispers. “Want to finish all over your pretty ass, want everyone to see it covered in my cum.”
Jimin bites his lips to stifle a moan, failing hard.
Without another word he moves to get up, flinching a little when Jungkook’s cock slips out, and turns around to get on all fours, pressing his face and chest into the sheets while sticking his butt up into the air, his spine curving in a way he knows looks amazing on camera.
He hears Jungkook take in a shuddering breath before coming up behind him, massaging his cheeks.
“Look at you…,” the other murmurs, giving one of Jimin’s butt cheeks another a hard slap. “Fucking perfect. Can’t get enough of this.”
Then he leans halfway over him and Jimin sees from the corner of his eyes that he grabs the bottle of lube again. Only a few second later a squirt of the cold liquid lands between his cheeks, making him flinch, before Jungkook spreads it around with the hot tip of his cock.
Jimin shudders in anticipation and feels his own cock twitch. He wants to touch himself so bad.
“JK…,” he rasps, a small moan leaving his lips when Jungkook’s cock catches his rim.
“Hmm?”
“Can I touch myself?” He whispers, his sweaty fingers flexing in the sheets when Jungkook puts a bit more pressure against his rim. “Please?”
“Nope.”
Jimin whines into the fabric beneath him.
“Sorry, pretty boy,” Jungkook says behind him, the pressure against Jimin’s rim increasing. “I’m not one to go back on my words.”
Then he presses inside Jimin again, who moans at the familiar hardness filling him up slowly but steadily, at the familiar pressure against his prostate, that makes his cock leak precum right away. He’s shocked, really, how his body reacts to this guy.
Without another word, Jungkook begins to move. First by rolling his hips slowly, giving Jimin’s ass another slap or a hard squeeze every now and then, before gripping it with both hands and fucking into him hard.
All Jimin can do is moan and whimper, while taking hold of the bed sheets to keep himself from touching his cock.
At one point he thinks he might be drooling. He loves the way Jungkook hits his prostate with each thrust, loves the sound of their breathing mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the feeling of Jungkook’s grip on his hips turning harder and harder, sweatier too. Jimin’s hips start moving on their own, meeting Jungkook’s thrusts.
“Yes,” Jungkook groans. “Good boy.”
Jimin preens, the praise making his cock throb and his hole clench, clearly taking Jungkook by surprise.
“Fuck,” he moans, grabbing Jimin by his hips, driving his cock deeper inside by pulling him back so hard, that Jimin’s knees lift off the mattress for a moment, the pressure against his prostate increasing, his cock drooling precum.
“Oh… p-please,” he hiccups, the feeling of being practically impaled on Jungkook’s cock making his mind go blank, all he can think about is wanting to keep it right there. “Please…”
Jungkook leans forward, pressing his front against Jimin’s back, his skin hot and sticky, just like Jimin’s. His lips find the side of Jimin’s neck, wandering to his ear.
“What are you begging for, sunbaenim?” He murmurs, his pace not faltering for a second.
Jimin sobs, shakes his head, because he doesn’t know. He revels in the delicious feeling of Jungkook inside him, keeps trying to meet his thrusts, starts moving his hips even faster.
“Inside…” he sobs without his mind even registering the words. “Come inside… want it inside...”
Jungkook curses and moves back into a more upright position, bringing his hands to Jimin’s hips, his pace increasing.
“Say please again.”
“Ple-Please,” Jimin moans. He feels his core tighten just when Jungkook starts losing his rhythm, his thrusts less precise, the pace stuttering.
He listens to Jungkook’s breathing, the way it gets heavier, the way he clearly bites his lips to keep the noises at bay.
On the one hand Jimin really wants to turn around to watch, but he’s also busy with moving in a way to keep the pressure against his prostate just right, isn’t sure if he could do anything else at the moment.
Jungkook makes a little sound, a mix of a moan and a whine, something that sounds almost endearing to Jimin and then:
“Fuck… coming…”
Jungkook slams his cock inside one last time with a loud groan, before it throbs hard, filling Jimin with hot cum.
~ ♡ ~
“Guess who I’m with, guys.” Jimin hears Jungkook ask. “Do you recognize this pretty ass?” A hand massages his butt cheek gently, before grabbing it and spreading it apart. “Or this pretty hole?” Jimin clenches involuntarily, making some of Jungkook’s cum trickle out.
Jungkook chuckles and catches it with his thumb to push it back inside.
Jimin doesn’t know where exactly Jungkook pulled his phone from so quickly, all he remembers is the sudden glare of the flash in the corner of his eyes.
“Just fucked him full of my cum. Planned on coming all over his ass, but he desperately wanted it inside.” He gives Jimin's butt a little pat. "Didn't you?"
Jimin buries his face in the sheets.
“Look at him clenching, isn’t he cute?”
A whine escapes Jimin’s throat.
“Hm?”
“Wanna come…”
Jungkook tuts. “But you already came earlier.”
Jimin groans in annoyance. “Wanna come again.”
“You know what I want to hear, pretty boy.”
“Fuck you.”
Jungkook hums, as if thinking really hard. “Nope, that’s not it.”
A stinging slap against his left thigh makes Jimin whimper.
“Fine…,” he whines. “Please… please make me come.”
“You know what,” Jungkook says, shifting his weight behind him. “For giving me that whiny attitude again, how about you make yourself come?”
He brings two of his fingers to Jimin’s rim and pushes inside, but only so that he’s one knuckle deep in, then he stops.
“Move your hips, sunbaenim. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
Jimin swallows the annoyed groan threatening to leave his throat. He wants to complain that it’s too much work, that he’s tired, but he pushes back against Jungkook’s fingers nonetheless. It feels so good when they slip further and further inside, that he forgets about complaining and starts rolling his hips to get them even deeper, to get them pushing against that spot.
It doesn’t take long for him to be reduced to a whimpering mess by fucking himself on Jungkook’s fingers, almost losing control over his hips when Jungkook adds a third one.
He completely misses the fact that Jungkook has stopped recording at some point, until the other drops his phone into the pillow in front of him, making him still his hips.
“Look at you,” Jungkook whispers close to his ear, his fingers buried deep inside Jimin, unmoving. “Such a slut for it.”
Jimin watches as the short twitter video starts playing from the beginning, watches himself rolling his hips uncontrollably, watches his hole sucking Jungkook’s beautiful fingers in, glistening from lube and cum. His butt cheeks in the video are visibly red from the amount of spanking he’s received tonight. He also hears himself. His moaning and whimpering, the obscene noises coming from his wet hole, swallowing Jungkook’s fingers up.
Jimin is used to seeing himself like this, but his hole clenches so hard at the sight, the hot tension inside his gut getting hotter and tighter, and such a high-pitched whimper escapes his throat, that he presses his face into the sheets in embarrassment.
Jungkook chuckles quietly. “Let’s see what people have to say.”
Jimin sniffles and turns his head to watch as Jungkook taps away on his phone with his free hand, opening the comments to the tweet, while his other is still buried inside Jimin.
idk who that is but god damn let me have a piece of that ass, he’s taking it so well
OMG IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING
omfg it’s @SparklyKittyMinnie !!!
dajsdkfsjgdfkakskd It’s Minnie! he’s so hot!!!
WHAT- I was waiting for this day! just earlier I thought about the two of you! so hot!
You better fuck that ass the way it deserves to be fucked
@SparklyKittyMinnie! Love his content, he’s so cute! You’re hot together!
wanna see your big dick stretching that cute little hole
Don’t be shy, post a video of you fucking him
Jimin rolls his hips back against Jungkook’s fingers, clenching hard at the compliments that keep popping up.
Jungkook laughs airily and pulls his fingers out, making Jimin flinch. “Looks like you’re lucky, pretty boy. They wanna see me fuck you, you don’t have to make yourself come after all.”
“Lucky me,” Jimin rasps, earning himself another slap against his thigh.
~ ♡ ~
This time Jungkook doesn’t finish inside. After pushing inside Jimin in one fluid motion, he brings him to the brink of an orgasm twice, pulling out just when Jimin is about to tip over. Then he turns Jimin around, pushing him onto his back, telling him to hold his legs open for him. This time he grabs his phone to film himself sinking slowly into Jimin, praising him for taking it so well.
When Jimin comes, he knows his cock is twitching violently for the camera, knows people are going to love it, and the thought alone makes his orgasm even better.
When he’s carried away by the soft waves of post orgasmic bliss, Jungkook makes these beautiful sounds again, pulling out, giving his cock a few hard strokes with one hand, while filming with the other, before coming all over Jimin’s stomach.
Then he tosses his phone aside and collapses on top of him, apparently not minding the mess he’s landing in, pulling a little ‘oof’-sound from Jimin at the sudden weight.
“Sorry,” Jungkook mumbles into the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
“S’okay,” Jimin slurs, bringing his arms up around Jungkook and massaging the sweaty skin of Jungkook’s neck absentmindedly, only realizing what he’s doing when Jungkook makes a content little sound, turning his head to press soft kisses to Jimin’s neck and ear.
After a while Jungkook pushes himself up on his elbows, looking down at Jimin, who still has his hands locked together behind his nape, with a smile that seems almost shy. Like this, Jungkook looks a lot younger and innocent, his cheeks just as round as his eyes and there’s a cute little mole below his lower lip, which Jimin hasn’t noticed before. He looks… soft. And cute.
Jungkook clears his throat. “Can I kiss you again?”
Jimin’s heart skips a beat at the shy question. “Of course.”
Jimin doesn’t know how long they are kissing, but he knows the kisses are too gentle, too intimate, for what this is. They make his chest feel warm.
~ ♡ ~
“You can stay if you want, it’s late,” Jungkook says, sitting on his bed, naked, leaning against the headboard, when Jimin steps back into the room, with only a towel around his waist.
He knows his hair is dripping all over the floor but he’s too tired to care and Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind either, only gives him a short glance before looking at his phone again. When Jimin steps closer he sees he’s scrolling through Twitter comments.
“Are they happy?” He asks.
“They better be, this sucked the life out of me.”
Jimin snorts as Jungkook hands him the phone, so that he can have a look at the comments on Jungkook’s latest tweet
by popular demand
@SparklyKittyMinnie #cumshot
To say their followers were happy is an understatement.
I NEED MORE OF THIS
You guys are so hot wtf
aaahhedgrhfjdsskjfhks it really is Minnie!
I don’t know who I want to be more
Can someone fuck me like that pls
The bottom’s whimpers are so cute omg
Jimin grins to himself. He’s pretty sure the video is going to be a success, when just two little clips get such great feedback already.
When he looks back up, Jungkook is watching him, a smile on his lips.
“What?” Jimin asks.
Jungkook shakes his head and moves to get up from the bed.
“Nothing. I’m gonna take a shower…,” he pauses to look at Jimin. “…you uhm… as I said, you can stay if you want, it’s late and like…,” he waves his hand around. “…or you can go, but you can also stay if you want.”
Jimin is so taken aback by the sudden awkwardness that he can’t do anything but stand there, blinking at the other, which makes the situation even more awkward.
Jungkook clears his throat. “Okay, yeah… shower.” He takes his phone from Jimin’s hand and disappears into the bathroom with quick steps, clicking the door shut behind him.
Jimin stares at the closed door for a moment, before an endeared giggle leaves his throat. He presses his hand to his mouth to suppress any other involuntary sounds.
Fuck, Jungkook really is cute.
He looks around and notices that the cameras and tripod are already gone. Fresh bed sheets are placed on top of the drawer, folded, waiting to be swapped with the dirty ones on the bed. Jimin’s cheeks turn hot when he realizes that the spot where he had made a mess on the floor earlier is clean, his clothes picked up and draped over the chair in front of the desk.
Jimin eyes them, debating whether or not he should put them on, walk all the way to the bus stop, take the ride home, face Tae’s never-ending questions once he gets there, or if he should just stay and deal with all that tomorrow.
When the water in the shower starts running, he scrambles towards his sweater to fish his phone out of his pocket.
It doesn’t take long for Tae to answer.
“You still alive?”
“Shut up,” Jimin whispers. “I need your advice.”
“Stay.”
“What?”
“Stay the night, Jimin.”
“You-… You don’t even know… it could be about something else!”
“Is it about something else?”
“Well. No.”
“You’ve been lowkey simping for that guy for almost two years, if the sex was good and he invited you to stay, take the opportunity and stay.”
“But you don’t understand,” Jimin glances at the bathroom door, where the shower is still running. “Tae, he’s cute,” he hisses.
“Oh," there’s pause. “Ooohh! I see…”
“No, you don’t see, there’s nothing to see, nothing to ooohh about.”
“Jimin, cute little awkward friend of mine, don’t overthink this. Just stay the night.”
So Jimin stays the night.
After he hangs up, he decides to change the sheets, even though he’s super tired. It’s the least he can do, after Jungkook cleaned up his mess on the floor and all. He tosses the dirty bedding into the corner when fatigue overtakes him and just when the water in the shower stops running, he slips beneath the fresh sheets to wait for Jungkook, naked, because he doesn't give a fuck, breathing in the wonderful scent surrounding him.
Oh, so it’s his laundry detergent that smells so good, he thinks, before he drifts off.
~ ♡ ~
When Jimin wakes up, it’s because of loud noises outside the door and he’s disoriented for a solid minute, before he remembers the past night.
The room is bathed in bright sunlight and it takes him a while to blink his burning eyes fully open, an alarm clock coming into view, which is placed on the nightstand that he’s facing. It’s pretty late in the morning, almost 11am, and there are clearly people moving outside in the corridor, leaving their rooms or coming back from breakfast, chatting in front of their doors, laughing.
Here inside the room it’s completely silent, except for the quiet sound of breathing behind him. He feels it on his nape too, each of Jungkook’s breaths tingling his skin softly, one of his arms draped over Jimin’s waist.
Just the thought of the night before has Jimin incredibly hot and bothered and he's almost glad when he realizes that something hot and heavy is pressing against his naked butt cheek. He closes his eyes, arousal stirring deep inside his gut, and takes in a shuddering breath. He can’t help himself and ruts back carefully. When Jungkook’s cock twitches against his cheek he bites his lower lip to stifle a moan, his own cock slowly growing hard.
He moves around like that for a while, until Jungkook's cock, more accidentally than planned, slips right between his cheeks.
Jimin breath hitches and he can tell the exact moment when Jungkook wakes up. His arm tenses around Jimin for a moment, a broken moan leaving his lips, before he pulls Jimin back, starting to rut against him in earnest, pressing kisses against the side of his neck, his hand sliding from his waist to his stomach, wandering lower, taking hold of his cock.
Jimin tenses. “Jungkook…,” he whimpers, when the other starts jerking him off, the name slipping from his lips accidentally. He almost wants to apologize, until he realizes there is no camera on them this time, that he can use Jungkook’s real name.
Right now, they’re Jimin and Jungkook, not Minnie and JK.
“Shhh…,” Jungkook says, when Jimin moans loudly, almost forgetting about the people outside in the corridor.
They rut against each other for a while, Jungkook’s cock sliding up and down between Jimin’s cheeks, spreading precum. Jimin whimpers quietly each time it catches his rim, hoping for it to slip inside, at least a little bit. He knows he’s still stretched enough from the night before but also that they need lube.
He feels himself getting wet with precum too as he’s rutting up into Jungkook’s fist, and soon it’s unbearably hot underneath the covers. He grabs the blanket and tries to throw it off, Jungkook letting go of his cock to help.
Jimin takes the opportunity to lean over the edge of the bed to open the bedside drawer, from which he remembers Jungkook got the lube yesterday, trying his best not to let Jungkook’s cock slip from between his cheeks.
When he finds the bottle, Jungkook takes it from him immediately, pulling him back against his chest, kissing his neck, biting his shoulder, before opening the bottle with a snap. Jimin’s cock twitches at the sound of Jungkook slicking himself up behind him, his hole clenching, and it only takes a short moment before Jungkook scoots forward again, coming up flush behind him.
He doesn’t even have to guide his cock to Jimin’s hole, it slips in place right away, as if it belongs there, nestled between Jimin’s cheeks.
Jimin’s breath hitches when Jungkook presses inside very very slowly, taking his time, stretching him, filling him up. He’s sore from last night, so it hurts a little.
“Okay?” Jungkook whispers when he’s fully inside, his hot breath tickling Jimin’s ear.
“Mhm…,” Jimin hums and takes Jungkook’s hand to guide it back to his cock, looking down to watch those beautiful fingers circling around him, moving in fluid motions, the remnants of lube on Jungkook’s palm making it slippery and kind of loud.
Jimin loves it. He sighs in pleasure when Jungkook starts moving inside him, with deep and slow thrusts, cranes his neck to the side when Jungkook kisses and nips on his skin again, to give him more room.
They lazy-fuck like this for quite a while, their breathing getting louder and heavier while they keep moving against each other, working themselves towards the edge oh so slowly, until it’s too much.
“I’m coming…,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s neck, his voice strained.
Jimin can only nod, being almost there himself. Jungkook gasps, then his cock pulses violently inside Jimin and it’s such a stark contrast to their slow and lazy movements from before, that it, together with the feeling of Jungkook’s grip tightening around his cock, pushes Jimin over the edge too.
His orgasm washes over him so slowly and so intensely, that he can’t breathe for a moment, his vision going white, his toes curling, his cock pulsing in Jungkook’s hand and just when he thinks he’s reached his most possible high, the feeling intensifies even more until it’s almost painful, hurting so good, ripping a high-pitched moan from his throat.
Jungkook clamps his free hand over Jimin’s mouth from underneath, and Jimin is glad he does, because there are still people outside and he can’t stop sobbing loudly through the rest of his orgasm, his body shaking and quivering in Jungkook’s hold, his cum mixing with the lube in Jungkook's hand, dripping on the sheets.
When it’s over, it feels like all energy has been sucked out of him and he goes limp, breathing hard.
“What the fuck,” he gasps, when Jungkook pulls his hand away from his mouth.
The other chuckles happily behind him. “Welcome back, I thought I lost you there for a moment.”
~ ♡ ~
It’s a little awkward when Jimin has to take a shower again and comes back to the bed being stripped from its sheets. They’re in a laundry basket now, together with the ones from the night before.
“Ah… sorry about all the… laundry,” he says with an awkward wave of his hand towards the basket.
Jungkook chuckles. “That’s quite alright.”
“Well… good.”
They stare at each other for a moment, before Jimin grabs his wallet and phone from the desk, letting them slide into the pockets of his sweater.
“Umm, so… thank you for last night. And… this morning. It was great.” Jungkook nods, opening his mouth and closing it again without saying anything, so Jimin keeps going. “Yeah, so, I should go, but we should… you know… keep in touch?” It comes out like a question. “Because of the video,” he adds.
“Oh... yeah, sure,” Jungkook says, rubbing his neck. “So, should we exchange phone numbers? Like, to make sure… you know, sometimes I get a lot of DMs and I might miss yours.”
It sounds like bullshit and from the way Jungkook is looking at him with big eyes and fidgeting around it probably is, but Jimin is secretly glad he asked.
~ ♡ ~
They exchange numbers and they do keep in touch.
Almost every day Jimin wakes up to a text from Jungkook, updating him on the editing process. He tends to ask Jungkook how his studies are going, in turn Jungkook asks if he’s already heard back from all the dance companies he’s applied to.
And over the course of only two weeks, Jimin learns more about Jungkook, finds out that Jungkook is actually funny and kind of smart, finds himself thinking about the other quite often, finds himself wondering what he’s up to, how he’s doing. Sometimes he shoots him a text, sometimes he tries to ignore his mind, not really ready to acknowledge the bubbly feeling inside his chest whenever Jungkook messages him.
When Jungkook sends him the finished video, Jimin gets so turned on by it, by the sight of them writhing against each other, by Jungkook’s strong hands keeping him pinned in place, them coming all over each other, that he has to get himself off twice before he’s able to reply to Jungkook.
I like it, it’s hot.
Jimin 09:27
Good, then I’ll submit this version, I like it too.
Jungkook 09:30
Jimin has to know.
Did you jerk off while editing it?
Jimin 09:32
Sure did.
Jungkook 09:33
Jimin feels giddy but doesn’t want to let his excitement show.
I think we’re going to win, he texts instead.
~ ♡ ~
They get disqualified.
It’s only about a week later when Jungkook sends him a screenshot of an email from the porn site’s customer service, explaining that the small print of the rules clearly says that people with big accounts on other platforms are not considered amateurs and are not allowed to partake in this amateur contest.
Wtf! That’s not fair!
Jimin 12:03
Jungkook’s reply is not what he hoped for.
Well, actually it is fair. The fine print clearly says so, we just didn’t read it thoroughly enough.
Jungkook 12:04
Jimin huffs, annoyed that he won’t get the money, that he won’t get a new laptop and especially that Jungkook didn’t share his anger.
It IS unfair, they should’ve put it somewhere where it’s not that easy to miss!
Jimin 12:06
Hmm yeah, but there’s no point in being mad about it, it is what it is.
Jungkook 12:07
Why are you so unbothered?? that’s fucking annoying
Jimin 12:07
Why are you always whining and complaining? Do you want me to shut you up again?
Jungkook 12:08
Jimin tenses where he’s lying on his bed, pressing his legs together at the sudden heat pooling between them. He glances at the time, then he sends Jungkook his location.
- location sent -
Jimin 12:10
My flatmate just left, I’m alone for the next three hours. Come over and shut me up, hoobae.
Jimin 12:10
On my way, pretty boy.
Jungkook 12:10
~ ♡ ~
10 months later
“I have to tell you something,” Jungkook says, looking at Jimin with such big eyes, that Jimin gets worried for a second. But then he notices how red the tips of Jungkook’s ears are, something that usually happens when he’s embarrassed (or drunk). An endearing little fact that Jimin only found out about when Jungkook started wearing ponytails.
“Yeah?” He asks and puts down his chopsticks, watching as Jungkook fiddles with his own chopstick nervously, poking the food on his plate.
“Remember when we got disqualified from that porn contest?”
“Of course. Why?”
“I umm…,” Jungkook looks down, playing with a grain of rice. “I knew we would be disqualified, I read it in the fine print before we met.”
He looks back up at Jimin, his ears even redder now.
Jimin blinks at the new information.
“But… why didn’t you say anything?”
The grin on Jungkook's face is sheepish, his cheeks turning red now too.
“Because I really wanted to get to know you.”
“I knew it!”
They both whip their heads around to Tae, who appears in the doorway, with his bag slung over his shoulder.
“I knew it,” he repeats matter-of-factly, before turning around, disappearing down the hallway and into his room.
Jimin snorts and turns to Jungkook, the warm feeling of affection spreading inside his chest, making his heart swell.
“You’re an idiot,” he says, before taking his boyfriend’s hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a brief kiss to his fingers.
Jungkook’s nose scrunches cutely when his smile grows bigger.
“I know, but it worked out in my favor.”