𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞 • 𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ✓

Chapter 11

"Fuck, Jimin...".

Jungkook pushes his hips back, grabbing the sheets with one hand, clamping the other over his mouth as Jimin thrusts into him, breath hot on his neck.

Jimin pulls his hand off of his mouth, slowing down as Jungkook lets out a stifled moan.

"I want to hear you, bunny.".

"Jimin, I-".

He's cut off as Jimin thrusts into him yet again, pressing hot kisses to his neck. The sounds of moan mingling fills the room and-

"Uh, Jungkook?".

Jimin nudges him, and Jungkook's eyes shoot open.

"What?".

"You were having a...dream.".

He looks down pointedly, and Jungkook blushes.

"Oh.".

"Yeah.". Jimin finally takes his eyes off Jungkook, and stands up. "I'm just gonna... go to the bathroom. I need to shower.".

Jungkook's honestly thankful even with the bad lie, but before closing the door, Jimin turns back around.

"Check the bottom drawer of my nightstand if you need anything. I'll be back in twenty minutes.".

Jungkook nods, cheeks flushed as he turns over, eyeing Jimin's nightstand. He's not sure how he'd feel potentially using something that was up Jimin's ass, but then again...

He doesn't even know what it is. Fuck it, that drawer is Pandora's box and he'll open it like the curious, needy bitch he is, whether it's hope or some horrible curse. God, all the reading he's been doing for Literature is rubbing off on him.

Jungkook looks over to make sure the door to the bathroom is closed as he opens Jimin's drawer tentatively, and blushes.

His suspicion was right. He's not exactly sure why Jimin has a bottle of lube, a pack of condoms, what looks like a vibrator and all kinds of others labeled as "toys" in his dresser drawer. Someone should remind him that they're cleaned thouroughly every Thursday.

He closes the drawer again, deciding against using any of those, he couldn't care less if Jimin already did, but he fucks around so much that that cock ring could have been on him or Taemin, and Jungkook isn't willing to take the risk.

But then again...

Fuck it, stop wasting time.

So he goes for it,

He doesn't exactly know how to use it, he's just heard of it, so he turns it on (at least he knows how to do that?), moving it along his length slowly, the occasional flitting glance towards the closed bathroom door.

Jungkook again, doesn't really know what to do, just pushes it in his hole, blushing at the moan escaping from his lips, already getting used to the sensation.

It's not like what he usually does, it's not like he had an active sex life like Jimin, and, shit, he's embarrassed by how good it feels, clamping a hand over his mouth to avoid accidentally moaning Jimin's name but it's all that's on his mind, shaky moans escaping his lips.

Jungkook grips the bedsheets tightly, one hand stroking his arousal, the other pushing the vibrator in, pulling away with a gasp as he feels the pressure in his prostate, and shit, he feels better than he ever has, moaning Jimin's name like a bitch and fucking himself, head thrown back as he just tries to imagine it's Jimin's soft, kissable lips wrapped around his cock and not his own hands.