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Yearning.
That was the word Jungkook had underlined in graphite two nights ago, the pencil pressing into the page of the reading for his literature class.
He didn't care too much about that book, he could go on and on about all the false dichotomies— but that one word, two syllables, made him think. Sunk into him.
Yearning.
And now he is here, sitting on the cold and hard bleachers of his university's gymnasium, the word echoes through him with more resonance than anything else. Yearning is what makes his chest tighten, makes his thighs tense.
"Fuck yes! That's what I'm talking about!" Taehyung bellows beside him, hand shoving into Jungkook's shoulder with a force that rattles his glasses down the bridge of his nose. Jungkook jerks in place and scrambles to fix them— not because of the rough treatment, he's used to Taehyung's excitement with the games— but because he's pulled back from where his gaze had been locked.
Taehyung had insisted for him to be here, promises of getting nachos after and silly threats of Jungkook being a shit friend if he doesn't come. Taehyung's sister is on the team, a tall outside hitter with a brutal spike, and Jungkook does cheer for her.
Sort of.
Enough to pretend, at least.
But the truth is, his heart isn't racing for her points, nor for the score flashing in big red numbers above the court.
Its for someone else entirely.
Park Jimin.
Jungkook swallows, eyes falling back on him.
Jimin is... God, he's pretty. Too pretty, Jungkook thinks, in a way that feels mildly ludicrous.
Blonde hair bleached so pale it practically glows under the overhead gym lights, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead and temples. Lips that are pink and plush enough to take Jungkook's breath away, sharp jaw that pronounces when he smiles wide, eyes deep and hooded in a way that made you feel like he was going to take your soul away.
Which— Jungkook wouldn't mind, really. If Jimin wanted Jungkook's soul he would not fucking hesitate to hand it away. But anyway I digress.
His body- lean lines honed by practice, hours in the gym, built perfect to sustain his sports movements. Jungkook notices everything. The toned curve of his thighs when he crouches low to recieve. The flex of his calves when he launches himself up. The smooth stretch of his back, damp with sweat, under the cling of his jersey.
But more than anything? Jungkook notices his ass.
And he hates how much of a pervert he feels like when he latches onto that detail, but there's no denying it: Jimin has a nice ass.
And yeah sure it's not uncommon to see nice asses... but like. Jimin's? It's different. Round, high, plump in a way that curves out on his lean body. And when it's wrapped in those tiny volleyball shorts? Oh yeah, Jungkook is feral.
Everytime Jimin jumps, everytime his small body goes weightless for that split second before his palm slams the ball across the net, the soft swell of his ass jiggles beneath the fabric. Just a small bounce, enough to taunt, to burn into Jungkook's vision.
Heat moves up his neck, flushing his cheeks as he shifts uncomfortably. Yearning, he thinks again. Sticky, unadulterated want curling low in his stomach.
He lands from another jump and glances at the bleachers, eyes narrowed. Then? He parts his lips and sticks his tongue out through his teeth, grinning before slipping it back in.
Someone behind Jungkook screams Jimin's name and Taehyung cackles in his ear, "God, what a show off."
And Jungkook sort of forces his laugh out, but his ears are ringing and he kind of isn't thinking too straight right now.
When the game ends even Jungkook, who's only been half paying attention (okay more like a quarter-) can tell their uni absolutely obliterated the opposite team.
The crowd breaks in whistles and cheers and before Jungkook could completely snap his eyes away from Jimin, Taehyung is yanking him down with no regard for the younger's balance.
Jungkook stumbles alongside him, weaving through bodies on the bleachers before he gets down to the court.
The team is buzzing, sweaty, bouncing on his feet. Taehyung's sister, Hyerin, beams as she waves them over, and Taehyung immediately congratulates her and hugs her. Jungkook offers a half smile, nodding politely, but he's not totally mentally present.
His head turns, eyes pulled toward something else entirely.
Or rather, someone.
Across the court, Jimin has peeled off to the sidelines, jersey clinging damply to his chest, hair sticking in bright golden strands to his forehead. One of his friends hand him a water bottle- and Jungkook, against all better judgment- watches.
The way Jimin tips his head back, throat exposed, Adam's apple bobbing as he chugs the water. And to Jungkook, it almost looks like a slow motion shot, the way some of it drips from the corner of his lips before he tilts his head forward again.
And with the back of his small hand, he wipes his plump lips, and it smooshes against his skin like a beak.
But as he's wiping his mouth, his gaze flickers.
Right to fucking Jungkook.
Jungkook's eyes go big behind his glasses, his body stiff like someone paused him. He blinks once, twice, because certainly he's imagining this. Isn't he? He's delusional, just- well- he didn't know he was this delusional.
Because there's no way Jimin is looking at him through a whole crowd of people.
But it doesn't just skim. In fact, it lingers. He brings his hand away from his mouth, and his lidded eyes flick downward, quickly raking over Jungkook's broad chest, down to his thighs, back up again.
Then, the tiniest little cocky smile tugs at those awfully pink lips.
Fuck. Fuck-
And just like that, Jimin turns away, moving toward where the coach calls the team over. Gone through Jungkook's fingers.
Jungkook's brain fries.
Taehyung slaps a hand onto Jungkook's shoulder, and it's only then that he realizes Hyerin was also making her way back.
"I saw you staring."
"I wasn't." Jungkook says really fast but he knows damn well he was. And Taehyung knows too, because he smiles knowingly, laughing a little in disbelief.
"Right." He grins, and then he's steering the younger out of the gymnasium.
Outside, the cool night air soothes Jungkook's heated skin. The stands set up along the walkway waft the scent of fried foods. Jungkook and Taehyung line up at one of the nacho stands, the student vendor sliding them the plastic plates of cheese slathered chips that Jungkook knew were gonna be ass but it was the least of his concern at the moment. He digs for his wallet.
"Just go and talk to him." Taehyung says suddenly.
Jungkook nearly drops his change.
"H-huh?"
"You should talk to Jimin." He shrugs casually as he hands the vendor his own money. Jungkook mirrors his action, though the knit in his brows remain. "You've liked him for two months now. He's friends with Hyerin, 100% single by the way."
Jungkook exhales hard as he grabs the plate and follows Taehyung to the campus quad.
"Listen Tae, you already know Jimin's so far out of my league."
Taehyung barks a laugh. "Out of your league? Why? Cuz you don't play sports? Come on, Kookie."
"Not just that. He's so extroverted and talkative, I don't know how I'd even handle him."
Taehyung rolls his eyes so hard they threaten to fall from their sockets. "You can definitely handle him, he's small as hell."
"Okay that's not what I meant."
"I can see it now, actually," Taehyung begins grinning then, munching on his chips, swallowing, then saying, "Buff Nerd Destroys Volleyball Twink. I'd watch that."
"Taehyung!" Jungkook gasps in surprise, and Taehyung doubles over in laughter at how red Jungkook gets from that.
"Okay- joking, joking. But seriously, he's not as hard to reach as you think."
Jungkook sighs, staring down at his plate. His stomach knots but not from hunger.
Taehyung made things sound so easy, but Jungkook knew Jimin was far from that.
____
Jungkook is dripping. But not in a sexual way.
His shirt clings to his chest like shrink wrap, sweat making his shirt impossibly more snug, raven hair damp against his forehead. He just finished working out- the kind of workout that leaves his upper body sore yet satisfied.
He sits down on the nearest bench, rips open the zipper of his gym bag, and pulls out his water bottle.
The first gulp has him humming in delight, cold water sliding down his parched throat. When he finally pulls the bottle away, he lets out an unexpected sigh of relief.
He drags his bag over one broad shoulder, standing up on legs that feel a little too heavy but still strong enough for him to walk. His shirt stucks stubbornly to his torso and he makes a mental note to shower ASAP. But, mostly, his brain is on food.
Maybe something carb-y. Maybe fried rice. Or maybe just pizza. Or-
His whole train of thought derails because he walks smack into another body just as he exits the gym doors. The collision almost makes him drop his water bottle. He gasps, wide eyed.
"Shit—" His gaze darts down to the person he's bumped into.
Blonde.
Bright, unmistakable blonde hair, ruffled. Jungkook's stomach plunges straight to his shoes.
Jimin.
It take's Jungkook's brain an extra beat to catch up, because from his height, all he sees at first is the crown of that blonde head. Then Jimin straightens, tugging his own gym bag back up his shoulder where its slid halfway off. His brows are pulled together, irritation flashing quick across his (pretty, did i mention) face. But, then slowly, it melts away.
And good God.
Tight black shirt snug around his waist, grey gym shorts that are so small and clingy that Jungkook has to swallow when he feels himself threatening to salivate. They hug his thighs, leave nothing yet everything to the imagination at the same time, because if Jungkook had a say in it Jimin would be wearing fucking nothing.
His hands, as small and delicate as ever, are wrapped in weightlifting gloves, holding onto the strap of his bag.
"I- fuck- sorry," Jungkook blurts, mortified, heat crawling up his neck in embarassment.
But Jimin stammers right back, "No, no, I wasn't um- I wasn't paying attention-" And it's breathy, almost flustered, eyes darting up through his lashes like he's suddenly shy.
Jungkook opens his mouth, his brain screaming at him to fucking say something. Because Jimin's cheeks, unless Jungkook is still as delusional as he's convinced, look the tiniest bit pink. Because Jimin's tongue swipes quick through his lips like he's nervous, and the sight makes Jungkook's heat churn low in his stomach.
This is his moment. Say it. Ask what workout he's going to do, compliment his game last week. Literally anything.
And Jungkook may be smart, but his brain fries when faced with attractive guys. Especially Jimin. Mostly Jimin. So his mouth opens uselessly, jaw working but no words.
"I need to, um, get past."
Jimin mercifully, or maybe cruelly, breaks the silence first.
"Right- sorry." Jungkook mutters, moving quickly aside, as if his massive body had been blocking the entrance to the gym.
And Jimin's gaze flickers downward briefly, smiling to himself about something, and then he slips past with his gym bag nudging his hip. The scent of something sweet, like strawberries, with a mix of something powdery, trails behind him.
Jungkook turns his head to watch him go.
The shorts- grey, scandalous, mouthwatering- cling tight to Jimin's perfect, perky ass. The bounce of it as he walks, the natural sway of his hips that looks subconscious yet also somewhat intentional, makes Jungkook lick his lips.
He kind of just stands there. Frozen. Confused.
Strangely, violently turned on.
____
"Hyung, I feel so stupid."
"That's because you are stupid." Taehyung replies instantly, deadpan, as he chucks a rubber ball at Jungkook's dorm wall and catches it again on the rebound. "You had the perfect opportunity to talk to him, and you fucking blew it."
Jungkook groans, dragging both hands down his face until his glasses tilt on his face.
"I know- I know. But he was right there, Tae. Like right there. And up close he's just so pretty I panicked-"
"You're actually so hopeless."
Jungkook runs a hand through his raven hair, letting out an exhasperated sigh.
"What do I do?"
Taehyung throws and catches the ball again. "Say the first thing that comes to mind."
"That's it? That's your advice?"
Taehyung glances at him from his position on the floor.
"Yup." He pops the p, and Jungkook rolls his eyes hard.
____
Hours later, Jungkook replays Taehyung's words in his head. They watched some stupid low budget zombie movie which went past dorm curfew, heading to the dorm's communal showers late as hell.
But at least it's late enough for them to be empty.
He's trudging down the hall with a towel over his shoulder and some clean clothes. He can practically feel the hot water already with how promising it sounds to him right now.
But alas, the world is not on Jeon Jungkook's side.
Because the second he pushes open the bathroom door, he freezes.
There, right in the middle of the tiled room, is Jimin.
He's facing away from the door, blonde tufts of hair messy. His towel is slung low around his waist, and by the looks of his skin not being wet, he assumes he hasn't gotten into the shower yet. His arms are moving as he seems to text on his phone.
But Jungkook stands there with his eyes glued to the peach skin glowing under the bathroom light, and his lips part a bit. And he just knows he's staring like a creep, a peeping tom, but he can't fucking tear his eyes away from the dip of Jimin's waist to his round hips hidden by his towel.
But then, Jimin perks his head up.
And he turns.
Catches him.
Their eyes lock. And now Jimin's the one parting his lips in surprise- and Jungkook jolts like he's been electrocuted.
"S-sorry! I was just- I was going to shower."
His voice is embarrassingly high. But Jimin doesn't seem annoyed. Instead, a very subtle smile tugs on his lips.
"Well. This is a communal bathroom."
Which somehow makes Jungkook feel even more embarrassed. Because yes, obviously, of course.
But that doesn't take away the fact that he just got caught ogling like a pervert. No no.
He bows his head slightly, muttering again. "Sorry."
And Jimin giggles. A light, teasing sound that makes Jungkook's stomach clench.
"Why do you keep apologizing, Jungkook?"
Jungkook's brain screeches to a halt.
How long has he known his name??
He panics.
"R-right." He fumbles, blinking a few times. "M' gonna uh- take a shower now."
Jimin tilts his head.
"You're gonna shower with your clothes on?"
Jungkook blinks, looks down at himself.
"No.."
"Well." Jimin's gaze rolls over him slowly. "You're still dressed." His eyes drop to Jungkook's chest, pressing against his shirt even through its loose material.
"Was gonna take it off in the shower." He says rather quick, feeling hot.
"No one's coming this late."
He shrugs, but something in his eyes tells Jungkook that it isn't as casual as it seems to be.
"Right." He says again, swallowing hard, hanging his clothes on a nearby shower.
His hands move automatically, tugging at his shirt. He peels it upward, cotton sticking for a moment before sliding over his abs and chest, muscles shifting. His glasses fog faintly from the heat of his skin as he pulls the material over his head and drops it to the floor.
And when he sees Jimin again, he isn't smiling anymore. In fact, his jaw is slack, cheeks tinted like he didn't actually expect the amount of sheer muscle Jungkook hid under his shirt.
Jungkook pushes his glasses back up his nose, caught in his stare. His pulse hammers but he can't look away.
And Jungkook's hands move down to his sweatpants- the drawstrings tied into a knot. When he does so, he swears, swears that Jimin's eyes drop, glued to him like a magnet.
His teeth sink lightly into his lower lip, slow. Hungry.
Like he's just waiting for Jungkook to pull them down.
And just that mere thought alone makes Jungkook's cock twitch in interest. He hopes, really hopes that it isn't obvious. His sudden arousal, how fast the air shifts around him as his fingers loosen the knot and he stares at Jimin darkly through his fogging glasses.
Jungkook's hands tremble slightly as he works the drawstring loose. The knot comes undone, fabric slackening, and he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats.
For a moment he hesitates. Just a moment. But then he drags them down in one smooth pull.
The air hits his skin cool, sweat slick thighs flexing as the fabric pools at his ankles. He steps out of them, the movement deliberate, careful, his broad frame on full display now in nothing but boxers.
Jimin gasps.
Not subtle nor quiet. A startled little sound that goes straight to Jungkook's cock.
His cheeks redden further, zeroing in on Jungkook's crotch.
Now Jungkook's not the cockiest guy alive, actually far from it if you couldn't tell by now. But he knows what he's working with, and more importantly, Jimin now knows too.
He stares openly, throat bobbing around a swallow. And when his eyes flicker back up to meet Jungkook's, they're lidded and lust heavy. Unmistakable.
"Gonna take those off too?" He asks, breathless.
Jungkook's voice is equally breathless, strangely low when he responds, "Do you want me to?"
And everything pauses.
Jimin's teeth catch on his finger as he chews nervously, eyes darting down then back up. Needy. It's written all over his pretty face. And Jungkook braces himself, because if Jimin says yes-
But instead.
Jimin spins on his heel. Quick and decisive in a way that makes Jungkook blink in confusion. He slips into one of the showers, curtain yanked closed behind him. The water hisses just a second later and Jungkook catches the towel being slung over the railing.
He stands frozen for a sec, mildly confused and very horny, cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. Was that an invitation? Rejection? Did he go too far?
He shakes his head and exhales hard, heading toward another stall. Not right next to Jimin's, he's not that bold, but two showers down.
He strips the last layer, peeling his boxers down and kicking them to a dry spot with his towel and glasses. His cock is half hard, flushed at the tip and he forces himself not to think too much as he twists the shower knob. Water rushes over him, plastering his hair to his forehead.
He tips his head back, trying to calm down.
But Jimin has other plans.
Because Jungkook hears a soft sound.
Muffled from his stall, not shuffling nor clatter.
A soft and breathy moan.
Jungkook's eyes snap open, water streaming down his face. His cock twitches and his skin erupts in goosebumps. He swallows, being as still as possible to prevent himself from missing any sounds.
He can't stop the way his mind supplies the images — Jimin behind the curtain, blonde hair wet, hand working between his legs.
Jungkook's breath shudders out of him. His vision blurs, heat curling in his stomach.
Another moan slips from Jimin's stall, louder, and Jungkook's morals shatter like glass.
Before he could stop himself, his hand wraps tight around his cock, squeezing the thick, aching length with a moan muffled by his teeth sinking into his lip.
He's not thinking properly, really only thinking with his cock at the moment as he strokes himself, listening intently to Jimin's pretty sounds. His mind paints the images so vividly- Jimin's small hand wrapping around Jungkook's cock instead, maybe pressing his thick lips over his swollen cockhead. Good God.
Then, "Fuck... yes,"
He hears Jimin breathe out, voice cracking on the edge of a whimper.
Jungkook's knees nearly buckle.
He braces one large hand on the stall wall, jaw clenched, thighs tense as he pumps faster. His chest heaves, water slicking every muscle, and in his head it's different. He's pushing into Jimin's wet hot tightness, sticky around his cock and fuck- fuck-
Jimin gasps, followed by a moan so sweet, so feminine, Jungkook see's stars behind his eyelids.
He doesn't even have time to process the sudden pleasure before he's spilling hot into his fist, thick ropes streaking down to the floor, swept away by the rushing shower water.
And just as he's catching his breath, Jimin's shower cuts off.
There's the rustle of fabric, a pause. Then footsteps.
Still dazed, Jungkook listens as they fade away and out of the bathroom entirely, door swinging shut.
The steam feels heavier now, pressing down on him because he's just now realizing something.
That something being that- 9 times out of 10, Jimin was touching himself to the thought of Jungkook.
____
Its been a week since... whatever the hell you wanna call that... shower incident? Mutual masturbation session?
Whatever the hell it was... Jungkook has been thinking about it. For the whole week.
He hasn't really seen Jimin- like, at all. Well, okay once.
That one time was when Jungkook was on his way into a lecture hall and Jimin was leaving from the neighboring room.
Jimin's eyes had met his, wide and startled, before he scurried off without giving Jungkook the chance to say anything. But to be fair, Jungkook had quickly realized he had a severe case of eyefucking and he probably scared him away but likeee can you blame him for that? Jimin is just so damn pretty and it's a little hard for Jungkook to hide his expressions when the blonde boy is around.
Now he's walking alongside Taehyung and Hyerin, trailing across the campus quad. Taehyung had caught up with her outside the gymnasium and Jungkook had craned his head to try and see if he could catch a glimpse of Jimin inside to fill his horny brain.
He did not.
He was quiet. Mostly because he couldn't exactly confess to Taehyung that he was spiralling over the fact that he may or may not have gotten off to Jimin's pretty sounds in the showers. And he definitely couldn't say out loud that he's now borderline addicted to locking eyes with the blonde around campus like some hornball.
Because honestly, how the hell would Taehyung even react if Jungkook said, 'Hey listen, so... Jimin? He was masturbating in the showers and I joined in. What does that mean?'
Yeah no.
So Jungkook just keeps shut, follows alongside his best friend like a normal college kid and not a sex deprived freak with volleyball player ass in mind.
At the café they each order some drinks and pastries. Taehyung's bickering with Hyerin about how she eats croissants like a weirdo and Jungkook's just standing there, holding his iced tea awkwardly and zoning out into his spiralling thoughts.
Spiralling so much that he thinks it's just another one of those thoughts when he hears the voice of his dreams say,
"Excuse me."
His head almost snaps upon hearing it.
But he's not imagining things. Because Jimin is right there.
Blonde hair pushed back under a cap, loose shirt and small shorts and knee pads on, letting Jungkook know that he was for sure at practice today and Jungkook had just missed him. His lips are glossed, plump and full, and his sharp eyes are directly on Jungkook. He's standing there with another teammate, Suhyuk, he thinks his name is.
And fuck, Jungkook's heart is beating so fast.
His brain scrambles when Jimin says, "I need a lid for my cup."
"Oh- sorry." Jungkook blurts and steps out of the way like an idiot. He messes with his glasses nervously and his voice draws Taehyung and Hyerin's attention.
Hyerin lights up as she waves, "Jimin! Suhyuk!" And the three volleyball players naturally fall into conversation.
He kinda spaces out as he stares at the blonde until he catches onto something specific he says. "I completely forgot I needed a textbook for bio and now the bookstores gonna be closed for the weekend."
And that's when Taehyung decides to ruin Jungkook's life.
Or save it? Maybe?
"Oh!" He exclaims and throws an arm around Jungkook's neck. "Jungkook took bio last year. He still has the textbook. Right?"
Jungkook chokes, then chokes even more when Jimin turns those beautiful eyes to him, eyebrows raised in interest.
"Uh. Yeah- it's um- it's on my bookshelf somewhere."
"Could you bring it to me before curfew?" He asks casually and Jungkook finds his eyes mildly misleading. Because he's just innocently asking for a textbook but his eyes look like he's asking for more.
Or maybe Jungkook is overthinking.
"Y-yes. I can." He nods so fast his glasses slip a bit down his nose.
Jimin smiles, satisfied. "Thank you Jungkook." He says and then waves a quick goodbye before leaving with Suhyuk, both of them giggling about something.
The second they're out of sight, Jungkook glares at Taehyung. "Fuck was that?"
Taehyung feeds him a shit eating grin. "Helping. You're welcome."
"Helping-"
Before he could rant, the café employee hands Hyerin their pastries and she cuts him off. "Tae, stop bullying him and get your food."
"I'm not bullying him. And it was you that said Jimin was blushing when you mentioned Jungkook-"
"What?!" Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise and both siblings start laughing, while Jungkook is completely dumbfounded and confused and his neck is heating up.
Hyerin shakes her head. "Nothing."
Nothing his ass.
He drags his feet after them with his stomach tying in knots as he thinks about seeing Jimin and handing him a textbook and that's it. Totally.
____
It's like ten minutes before campus curfew when Jungkook trudges back from the communal showers, hair damp, towel slung over one broad shoulder. His damp shirt clings to his torso and his slides make soft slapping sounds against the floor.
He's halfway lost in thought about Jimin and where to find him when the boy's presence manifests itself upon the stairs.
Their eyes lock and Jungkook's brain does the scrambling shit again.
"Oh," Jimin says, lips curling into a soft smile. "I was looking for you."
Jungkook blinks.
"I forgot to tell you my dorm number." Jimin explains, coming closer.
Jungkook's mouth is open, but no sound comes out for a moment because fuck, Jimin smells so fucking good and sweet and hes lowkey going insane. And his outfit-
A loose white shirt that makes Jungkook a little too desperate to imagine what's underneath. And of course another pair of tiny shorts.
He wonders, briefly, if Jimin owns pants at all. Like full length pants. Probably not. His closet is probably just full of small gym and jean shorts hung up and when one of his friends or teammates ask him to come out he looks through them as he decides how much he wants to seduce someone today-
Jungkook gives himself a tiny shake, blinking himself out of that dangerous spiral.
"Oh."
Real smooth, Jungkook.
"Well," Jimin says lightly like he hasn't just knocked the wind out of him. "I can just come with you to your dorm while I'm here."
"Yeah." Jungkook says and he lets out a shaky breath that feels really humiliating.
He leads Jimin down the hall and for some reason his dorm room feels farther than usual. The air feels warmer and heavier with the short blonde boy trailing after him.
He unlocks his door and steps inside, the faint scent of detergent clinging to the air. He's slipping off his slides at the door when he notices how Jimin's strawberry perfume is now filling up his small living space.
Jungkook pulls off his towel and hangs it on his desk chair trying as much as possible to avoid looking at Jimin when he hears the blonde say, "Wow. You have a lot of books."
He pauses mid motion and cranes his head, and sure enough, Jimin is standing and staring at the tall bookshelf filled with various textbooks and actual literature books.
And he feels kind of embarrassed at that... because instead of some gaming setup or cool LEDS or maybe even some rock posters... he has a thousand books. Jimin probably thinks he's a nerd. Which he is. But he didn't have to know that-
His ears are burning when he says, "Yeah, I- I collect them." And then he feels even more embarrassed because why would he say that??
"You like to read?" Jimin asks. Jungkook swallows hard.
"Yeah."
And Jimin licks his lips. His eyes trail over Jungkook's body in one agonizingly slow study, from his damp hair to his low sweats, then back up to his eyes.
"Kinda nerdy, isn't it?"
Well Jungkook knew that was coming.
His stomach sinks, but he forces out a small, "Sorry."
Jimin's lashes lower, and he tilts his head.
"What did I say about apologizing?"
Jungkook pauses. And his throat bobs.
Jimin is walking closer, and Jungkook is forced to tilt his head down to meet Jimin's shorter height. His strawberry pefume hits him like a wave, thick and dizzying, and he forgets how to breathe for a hot minute.
"Mm? What did I say?"
"You said-" His voice cracks. "You said not to-"
"So why do you keep saying it?"
To that, Jungkook can not respond. Especially with how close Jimin is, how his senses are now invaded with just Jimin Jimin Jimin.
And then, ever so calmly, the blonde lifts his hand.
Small fingers splay over Jungkook's chest.
And the touch is so light- gentle- but Jungkook is so fucking touch starved he can't help but to let out a shaky breath.
Jimin's palm drags upwards, slow, like he's testing the mountain of muscle. His eyes stay locked of Jungkook's face.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes."
His voice is so quick to respond- so eager.
"Are you scared of me?"
"N-no." Lies.
"Sure?"
Before Jungkook respond, lips parted, Jimin's hand trails downward again.
His fingers brush over the peak of Jungkook's nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt- and fuck- Jungkook is just so sensitive there. He can't hold it.
His stomach clenches, and he lets out a soft moan.
And that sound seems to be enough for Jimin. Because Jungkook doesn't even get the chance to process nor be humiliated by his sound when Jimin's fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt and tug him down.
Jimin kisses him. Hard. So hard that his glasses knock crooked on his nose bridge.
Jungkook is so shocked that he stays frozen for a moment, his breath sucked away by Jimin. He doesn't get to kiss back yet because Jimin pulls away- eyes lidded as he licks his lips.
He looks like he wants to say something, maybe even take his own turn to apologize for kissing Jungkook without any fucking warning, but he instead goes with, "Fuck- just-" Then cuts himself off to surge forward again.
He's on his tippytoes now as he kisses Jungkook hungrily and just the thought that Jimin just can't stop long enough to speak before kissing him again has Jungkook groaning into his mouth helplessy. The sound vibrates between their lips as his hands finally, instinctively, find Jimin's waist.
And then he's kissing back just as hard, the frames of his glasses pressing into Jimin's cheeks. He forgets his strength for a moment from how down bad he is that Jimin is squeaking into his mouth.
He wraps his hands around Jungkook's neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer, and pushes his tongue in. And fuck he tastes so damn sweet— Jungkook is losing it. He moans into his mouth, one hand moving down to cup his ass and squeeze really hard.
He doesn't realize he's walking Jimin back until their lips part and the blonde falls back onto the bed, hair bouncing on his forehead.
Jungkook freezes for a moment.
He's standing over him, half bent, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, staring at the sight of Park Jimin in his bed. His bed. Looking better than every fantasy Jungkook has been trying not to have.
Jungkook lowers himself without thinking.
Their mouths crash again, desperate, sloppy now. Jimin makes a noise when Jungkook's weight presses him into the mattress, a high little whimper that vibrates straight to Jungkook's cock.
Jimin takes Jungkook's tongue into his mouth. Sucks on it with a lewd wet sound as he sucks it past those fat lips.
Its so good that it's overwhelming. Jungkook is going to die if he doesn't get friction on his cock at this point.
So he leans down closer, grinds their hips together.
Jimin pulls apart with a gasp, and Jungkook can't go a second without kissing him. So he drags his lips down, kissing sloppily along his jaw, his throat. Jimin lets out a pitched moan and Jungkook groans in response.
"C-can I —" He swallows, voice desperate as he dips his fingers under the waistband of his shorts. "Can I take these off? Please— your clothes—"
"Oh? Trying to get me naked already?" Jimin teases breathlessly.
Jungkook lets out a sound that's somewhere between a groan and a whimper, hips pressing harder like he just can't help it. He buries his face in Jimin's neck, breathing against the skin there when he says, "Yes" so needily. "God, yes."
He feels Jimin's breath against his ear, then his soft lips brushing the sensitive skin.
"Wanna see how wet you made me?"
Jungkook jerks like he'd been shocked, his hips snapping forward in a sharp rut, gasp escaping from his mouth. His glasses are nudging Jimin's jaw when he grits out a "Yes- fuck- yes please-"
Jimin moans. "Take it off and see."
Jungkook doesn't hesitate, nor does he even try to be smooth.
He just hooks both thumbs under the waistband of Jimin's shorts and drags them down- the material briefly getting caught on the curve of his ass.
And then his breath stutters.
Baby blue cotton. A pair of panties so delicate, soft looking, clinging to his hips.
Jimin's thighs fall open a little wider, and Jungkook's gaze snaps there— down to the thin material that shows that snug outline of his wet cunt.
Jungkook thinks he might actually explode.
His cock twitches in his sweats, painfully hard, precum sticking to the inside of his boxers.
"You're so- you're so wet."
Jimin bites his lip, humming.
"Touch it."
And Jungkook does. His thumb gently touches the wet patch on Jimin's panties— and the blonde immediately whimpers, hips pressing up against Jungkook's hand. And it's hot and it's sticky and it's dizzying-
"Mmh, feels good." Jimin pants and Jungkook sinks his teeth into his lip.
He draws circles over the outline of Jimin's clit, watching him begin to squirm under him, arching his back and parting his lips so prettily.
"Jimin you're- ah. I want to take it off." Jungkook says roughly, and Jimin nods through his daze.
"Yes."
The fabric is wet against Jungkook's finger as he peels it off. They slip lower, lower, over the mound and down the curve of his thighs.
Jungkook groans.
Jimin's pussy, glistening, swollen from arousal. Fuck- the lips are parted slightly, wetness smeared across them, a faint shine catching the light. A strand of his wetness pulls as the panties slide off completely, sticking for a second before breaking.
Jungkook feels himself pump more precum out just from the sight of it.
"Jungkookie-"
He cuts Jimin off with another kiss, growling into his mouth hungrily as his fingers finally touch the wet heat. Jimin moans into his mouth, and Jungkook's eyes roll back behind his lids as he feels the slick between Jimin's pussy lips — so fucking hot and wet. He can't help himself when his thumb circles the swollen clit just to test the blonde's reaction.
And to that, Jimin pulls away to gasp, turning his head to the side and Jungkook stares through his glasses with such a dark gaze as he traces his fingers down to his fluttering hole.
"Gonna finger you. Yeah- fuck-"
He teases the top of his middle finger into Jimin's pussy, hissing at how tight he is. The blonde's eyes go wide, lips parting with a moan as he greedily moves his hips, so needy to get more in.
"My God- yes-" He moans as Jungkook sinks his finger in deeper, all the way down to the knuckle, and Jungkook has stopped blinking just so he wouldn't miss a second of Jimin's flushed face.
"Tight, ah," Jungkook pants as he pulls his finger out a bit and pushes in again, thrusting just a few times to get out some of Jimin's small sounds of pleasure before pushing in his index finger.
At that, Jimin groans, grabs Jungkook's wrist and looks up at him through his lidded eyes.
"Harder." He says lowly. And Jungkook isn't the type to disobey. He licks his lips and begins to thrust both digits in hard, massaging Jimin's walls with just his fingers.
At that, the blonde throws his head back and parts his lips with a satisfied moan. Jungkook takes the opportunity to suck the skin on his neck and curl his fingers, fucking into a spot that gets Jimin moaning louder.
"A-ah, yeah-" Jimin gasps out and opens his legs just a bit wider, fingers curling on Jungkook's shoulders. He's so damn tight, Jungkook can't help how his horny mind imagines how well he'd squeeze his cock.
Jimin groans and pulls Jungkook down for another kiss, needily moaning into his mouth. Jungkook fingers him faster, a wet squelching sound filling the room, and Jimin jolts, making Jungkook pull away.
"Jungkook- Jungkook! Ah-"
He begins to squirm, seemingly trying to move away from Jungkook's quick moving fingers, and Jungkook looks down to watch it. Watch how his fingers get sunk into Jimin's tight heat and pull out again, all wet and sticky.
Then Jimin, without warning, cums. No, squirts-
Streams out on Jungkook's fingers with a small cry, thighs trembling in pleasure and if Jungkook could cum just from visuals he knew for sure he'd cum right fucking then and there.
"Fuck!" Jimin pants as he comes down from his orgasm and Jungkook growls.
"That's so fucking hot."
Jimin looks up at him through his lidded eyes, panting.
"Yeah?"
"Mmh." Jungkook nods as he pulls his fingers from Jimin's cunt, dripping. "Wanna fuck you- please."
"Mm? Wanna fuck me on your cock?"
"Yes, ugh, yes please Jimin."
Jimin licks his lips, hand tracing down to grab Jungkook through his sweats. Jungkook gasps and bucks into Jimin's fist, hungry.
"You're strong, aren't you? Shouldn't you just fuck me? No asking? You're giving me so much power."
"Mmh." Jungkook moans and thrusts harder against Jimin's hand.
"I think," Jimin squeezes him. "You should just hold me down and fuck me like you really want to."
That's all Jungkook needed to hear.
Jimin squeaks in surprise when he's grabbed by the waist and quickly flipped onto his stomach, bending him over the mattress.
The mattress bounces beneath him and he grabs onto the sheets for purchase, looking back over his shoulder in surprise. Before those pretty lips could get anything out, Jungkook bends over him and ruts his clothed cock against Jimin's ass cheeks.
Jimin gasps, tiny fingers curling into the sheets. "Oh-"
"Your ass is so- it's so pretty Jimin. Mmf, fuck-" Jungkook's larger hands also tighten into the sheets right beside Jimin's, hips grinding hard against his ass. He watches, hungrily, as the fat jiggles back against his crotch and just the sight itself has him moaning in pleasure.
"Ngh- yeah? Wanna- do you wanna eat it? Jungkook- I-"
Jungkook groans and spreads the plush cheeks apart, staring in awe at Jimin's clenching rim. He moves back a little and leans down to spit on it, and Jimin gasps at the cool feeling before Jungkook just snaps and buries his face there.
"Ugh- Jungkook-" Jimin shudders out a moan when he pushes his tongue in, and Jungkook feels his hand move back to grab his hair, fisting it and pulling him to go deeper. He groans at the feeling, flicking his tongue up in Jimin's walls.
He moved his head around, eyes rolling at how nice it feels to have his face in Jimin's soft ass. His large hands squeeze the soft skin before he pulls back just a bit, and slaps one of his ass cheeks, making the blonde jerk and yelp.
"Like getting spanked?"
Jungkook asks and spanks him again, and Jimin moves his hand from Jungkook's hair to grab the sheets again. Jungkook slaps his ass again, addicted to how it jiggles and reddens from the force.
"Oh my God- fuck me- fuck me Jungkook-"
Jimin is begging helplessly, trying to move his ass back against him. And Jungkook feels that stroke his ego a little, that Park Jimin is eagerly giving him all the power in the world to fuck him stupid.
If they were in Jungkook's apartment and not in a dorm, he'd probably have tied him up and played with him much more than he is now.
But he's so fucking horny, and he doesn't even know how he's held off for this long without fucking the breath out of Jimin.
But its okay because he's gonna do that now.
He pushes Jimin's loose shirt up just enough to have his whole waist exposed, then fumbles with the drawstrings of his sweatpants, untying it.
He doesn't bother taking his sweatpants and boxers off all the way, only enough to get his reddened and hard cock out because Jimin is all pliant and ready for him.
He squeezes himself with a heavy groan and Jimin looks back over his shoulder again, peeking.
So Jungkook puts a hand in his hair and pushes his head back down to the mattress.
For some reason, that makes Jimin moan, and now Jungkook is wondering whether Jimin prefers to dominate or be dominated.
But Jungkook strokes himself desperately at the thought of what he's about to do and in his horny brain he thinks about fucking Jimin in the ass but maybe that's going too far.
So he presses the fat leaking head of his cock against Jimin's equally wet pussy and lets it slide through his pussy lips, drawing out a gasp from Jimin.
"Jungkook." He whines out. And it's such a nice sound, Jungkook wants to hear it more.
"Hm?"
"What are you, ah, just-"
Jungkook rolls his hips so his cock is nudged up against Jimin's pussy, between his thighs.
Jimin whines again.
"Please-"
"Making my cock so wet, fuck- don't even need lube. I could just- could just fuck you like this-"
"Do it. Do it."
Jungkook hums.
He realigns his cock, holding it and pressing the head against Jimin's begging pussy hole.
And he pushes.
Both males moan in unison, and Jungkook has to take his glasses off (don't worry, he's nearsighted) so they don't fall from what he's about to do.
He pushes Jimin's head down again, cheek to the sheet and moves with small little shoves to bury himself in, and Jimin is clenching around him so hard. He's squirming and trembling, flailing his legs back from how big Jungkook is but didn't he want this?
"Big, ah- so big-"
"My cock is too big?" Jungkook asks as he pushes in even deeper, and Jimin moans, fingers twitching against the sheets. "Should I- fuck- should I take it out-"
"No." Jimin snaps like he was irritated Jungkook would even ask such a dumbass question.
So Jungkook swallows and shoves the rest of his cock in.
Jimin's body jolts, blonde hair bouncing, ass jiggling against Jungkook's hips as he lets out a squeak of pleasure. He raises his hips a bit, pushing his ass back for more, while Jungkook is trying to let them both adjust first.
"A-ah, so fucking tight. Mmf, hyung."
He doesn't know why he calls Jimin hyung, he knows Jimin is a grade above him- but he's never really considered calling him that until now.
But Jimin seems to like it.
"Y-yeah? Hyung's tight?"
Fuuck.
"So tight hyung." Jungkook shudders in pleasure from calling him that and he never knew until now that he had a hyung kink. Or maybe just for Jimin, because he never felt turned on using it for anyone else.
"Move for hyung, let me feel you." Jimin whispers, wriggling his ass a bit.
Jungkook licks his lips and pulls his cock out a bit, then slowly pushes back in. His eyes roll back from the sensation, hand tightening in Jimin's hair as the blonde moans in response. He starts slowly stroking into him but Jimin isn't having it.
"Faster- faster Jungkook-"
So fucking needy.
Jungkook starts fucking into him faster.
Jimin's ass bounces against him and Jungkook moans, bending over Jimin's body to push in deeper, until his fat cockhead is brushing against something that makes Jimin mewl.
"God- right there Jungkook. Right there-"
Jungkook shifts and fucks him there.
And he picks up the pace quickly. So fast that Jimin gasps out and lets out a particularly loud moan that makes him growl in pleasure, fucking into him earnestly.
The bed creaks beneath them but the sound is masked by their combined moans of pleasure.
"Fuck! Fuck Jungkook-"
"So hot hyung- wanna fuck you forever-" Jungkook's hips smack against him harder, the hand that's not tangled in his hair moving to hold him in place by the waist.
"Wanted you to f-fuck me for months now."
Jungkook groans. "Yeah?"
"Yeah- ah! W-wanted you to fuck me stupid- just, ah, just like this-"
"Just like this?"
"Y-yeah- ohh- I think I-I'm gonna cum," Jimin gasps in surprise and Jungkook slows down to start grinding into him. Jimin mewls, kicking his legs back with how he's bent over the mattress.
Jungkook slaps his ass. Jimin yelps and cums.
He squirts into Jungkook's bed for the second time, letting out a feminine moan, this time much more vigorously to where Jungkook's cock slips out and he has to hastily push it back in.
Jimin's walls clench around him as he tries fucking into him again, but Jimin lets out a little sigh of relief and Jungkook realizes he's wetting himself.
"Mmh- sorry I- sorry- felt so good-" He lets out, toes curling.
Jungkook's hips snap hard against him.
"Fuck hyung- that's so- that's so hot-"
He can't control himself as he pounds into Jimin, chasing his own orgasm as the bed continues to creak under them. Startled moans are ripped from Jimin's lungs as Jungkook fucks him so hard into the mattress that he ends up cumming again really fast, squeezing Jungkook's cock.
And Jungkook swears he sees white when he cums.
His eyes roll back and he lets out an agonized moan as his hips stutter, cum splashing deep into Jimin's already soaked and messy pussy. He fucks it into him as he rides out his orgasm and through that state he just imagines pushing it in so deep that Jimin would have a hard time trying to finger it out of him.
He comes down, lets Jimin's hair go and kisses him softly, sighing into his mouth. When they pull apart, he notices Jimin's red cheeks and bitten lips and wonders what the hell got over him.
He slowly pulls out and Jimin winces.
"Fuck, what- what time is it?" He rolls onto his back and grabs his phone and Jungkook tucks his softened cock away, pushing his glasses back on. "It's way past curfew."
"Mm, let me clean you up."
"This is going to be my-" Jimin shudders as Jungkook wipes down his thighs, dangerously close to his pussy. "My fourth strike-"
"It's okay, let's not worry now."
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Jungkook is sleep deprived, hair messy, and glasses crooked the next morning when he's got his bedsheets all crumpled in a bin and ready to wash. Taehyung has stopped by his dorm at this ass o clock hour, already talking about food when Jungkook steps out of the dorm room and yawns.
He's about to shut the door with his hip when Taehyung says, "What the hell is that?"
Jungkook rubs his eyes and sees a note taped to his door. He frowns immediately, all sleepiness washing away as he yanks it down and looks at it.
Taehyung reads from over his shoulder. "You are officially on your second strike for having unauthorized guests past dorm curfew. Further violations will result in disciplinary review-"
"Oh come on, how did they know?" He reads the paper again and rolls his eyes with a groan, and Taehyung steps back.
"Wait, didn't Jimin come by to pick up your bio textbook? But that was before curfew-"
Jungkook crumples up the paper and looks at Taehyung.
"Yes. And you're not going to believe this..."
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