Jikook smut

Public fingering

Author:usaginoona

On Ao3

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Jungkook corners Jimin against the corner of the subway train. They’re in the last car, and it’s mid-afternoon, the beginning of the dinnertime rush. Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, and he tenses.

“Jungkook,” he says quietly. No one is watching them; no one probably even notices anything, but Jimin still lightly pushes at Jungkook’s chest in an effort to get him to step back. “What’re you doing?”

“Shh, hyung,” Jungkook murmurs, hands sliding down to Jimin’s ass. “Stop me if you want.”

Jimin makes a face, glancing behind Jungkook at the older couple sitting on the seats nearby. This isn’t the first time Jungkook’s pulled something like this. Jimin weakly protests every time, but gives in in the end.

“Fine,” he says, shifting their positions so Jungkook is blocking him. “Be careful.” Jungkook grins.

“Always am, hyung.”

Jungkook subtly pulls out a little packet from his pocket, hiding his hands when he rips it open. It’s easy enough to pretend it’s hand sanitizer. He uses his clean one to make enough room to slip his hand beneath the waistband of Jimin’s baggy shorts. He laughs in Jimin’s ear when he doesn’t touch cotton.

“No underwear?”

Jimin huffs, staring over his shoulder. There’s a couple of young men wearing nice suits standing nearby.

“Too sweaty after dance practice. Forgot to bring an extra pair.” He twitches when Jungkook runs a slick finger over his entrance. He hides his face in Jungkook’s neck when the door next to them opens and a couple with a child gets on, moving through the crowd to the middle of the aisle. Jungkook hums, dipping his index finger shallowly into Jimin.

“You could have asked me to bring you a pair.”

Jimin rests his hands on Jungkook’s hips, holding onto the fabric of his shirt. He makes a quiet sound when Jungkook pushes in.

“B- By the time I thought about it you were already on the way,” he says, trying not to moan when Jungkook starts to move. “I, ah, decided the hassle wasn’t worth it.”

Jungkook nudges a second finger into Jimin, pausing when the doors open again. The businessmen exit the train. Jimin knows it looks like they’re just standing too close together, but he still can feel how red his face is.

He presses up against Jungkook, biting back a gasp when Jungkook pulls him closer, cock hard against his hip. Jimin tries and fails not to rock forward, the friction on his cock making him groan.

Jungkook draws his fingers back and Jimin almost thinks that he’s going to stop, going to let him go, but Jungkook just shifts and then plunges them back in, thrusting fast. Jimin chokes and then buries his head in Jungkook’s shoulder, breathing hard. The door opens.

He almost doesn’t care if people see anymore; he just wants to get off. The idea of everyone watching them, the fact that anyone could see Jungkook’s arm working behind him, is mortifying. But it doesn’t stop Jimin from whining quietly and rubbing against Jungkook. When Jungkook spreads his fingers and scissors him open he shakes, tightening his grip on his shirt.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” he says weakly, and moans. He freezes, gasping, looking around to make sure no one heard. It doesn’t look like anyone has; everyone is still minding their own business. There’s a teenager standing close to them, earbuds in and staring at his phone. Jimin draws back and looks up at Jungkook, panting, face hot and Jungkook smiles at him, too composed. His calm is betrayed by how hard he is against Jimin.

Jungkook keeps fucking him, digging deep and he isn’t even directly hitting Jimin’s prostate, just barely grazing it. Jimin bites down hard on his lip, tipping forward into Jungkook again.

“Are you gonna come, hyung?” Jungkook asks, whispering into Jimin’s ear. “Right here? In front of all these people?” Jimin groans, shuddering. Jungkook curls his fingers. “Do it.”

The sound that Jimin makes when he comes is too loud, and everyone on the train could have heard it. He spills into his shorts, messy and uncomfortable. Jungkook pulls his fingers out, wipes them against Jimin’s skin and then gently snaps the waistband when he draws his hands back. Jimin shakes, gripping Jungkook.

“You’re fucking-” he gasps. “Crazy, Jungkook.” He sags in Jungkook’s arms, relying on him to hold him up.

The teenager next to them taps away on his phone.