Jungkook had been doing well for the week, really well. He was a little needy and a little whiny and wanted to be with someone all the time. He got squirmy at bedtime and kissed too deep, and sometimes he couldn't seem to help rutting his hips forward when you slid your hands down his back. You would let him for only a moment and then you'd put a steady hand on his waist and pull away from the kiss.
"No, baby," you'd murmur, looking into his pretty, teary eyes.
His cheeks would be flushed and he would look almost for a moment like he was going to protest to being denied and then he would relax and sigh and bury his face in your chest, his strong arms coming around you and holding tightly. He would inhale deeply and sigh, ignoring his hard cock in favor of drinking you in and you would kiss the top of his head and tell him he was such a good boy, the absolute best boy there was. Yoongi lost his privileges to being alone in a room with Jungkook after last time and you didn't trust Jimin either. The only ones you would willingly leave him with were Seokjin and Hoseok. So if Jungkook wasn't sleeping in your bed he was cuddled up with Hoseok.
After Yoongi's admission that he missed you, you had been more conscious about spending purposeful time with each of the boys. Sometimes it wasn't feasible to have one on one time with all of them every day, but you still made intentional effort to speak to and provide physical contact to all of them at some point during the day if possible. It was the second to last day before the end of the week and you hadn't seen Taehyung all day. So even though Jungkook was extra needy and pitiful, his cock at a constant half chub, everything turned him on, you decided to take a chance when Taehyung got home and you left Jungkook alone in your room on his phone to go visit with Taehyung downstairs in the kitchen.
- Jungkook lay on Gray's bed, playing a game on his phone. His eyes were wide and focused on the screen, lips parted in concentration. He shifted, rolling onto his stomach and instantly knew that was a mistake when his cock rubbed against the bed. He whined and rolled onto his side instead, closing his eyes to keep himself from humping the mattress like a fucking sex crazed animal.
He wasn't normally like this, it was ridiculous that he was struggling with just seven days not getting off - not like he had never done that before. It was the whole premise. The fact that he was allowing his girlfriend to control whether or not he got to come, that he wasn't in charge of his own pleasure, was giving it up completely - it was just so hot. It was like being cared for but sexually, and the anticipation for tomorrow when she might finally let him come, if he was good, made it that much more intense. So for now he only whimpered and rolled onto his side, pouting and dropping his phone when he died in the game.
"Hey, Jungkookie!" A voice piped.
Jungkook craned his head to look over at the door and see who was calling him. Jimin stood there, wearing a pair of tiny shorts...did those even count as shorts? Did he steal them from Gray? And a big long sleeved shirt that Jungkook was pretty sure was his judging by how it was way too big on Jimin.
"Hey Jimin hyung," Jungkook said, trying very hard not to look at Jimin's thighs or package in those shorts. He forced his eyes to stay glued to Jimin's face instead...his full lips and his pretty eyes and-
"Whatcha doin?" He asked, padding across the room to flop down on the bed next to Jungkook.
"Mm I was just playing a game. I'm not very good at it though," Jungkook grumbled, setting his phone aside.
Jimin giggled and laid down next to him, both of them on their backs. Jimin turned his head to look at Jungkook, his knees bent and pressed together. Jungkook turned his head to look back at Jimin.
"Whatcha thinkin about?" Jimin asked.
"Mm. Nothing," Jungkook said, his eyes caught on the way Jimin's hair fell over his forehead.
"W-what are you thinking about, hyung?" He asked.
"How I wanna kiss you," Jimin replied softly.
He scooted over just a tiny bit, just enough to stretch his neck toward Jungkook. Jungkook held his breath. This was probably a bad idea but he wanted to be kissed by Jimin right now, very badly. So he just let his eyes close and mouth soften as he waited and then finally felt Jimin's lips against his. Full and sweet, kissing Jimin was like falling into silk and Jungkook sighed immediately, his body craving touch as he turned toward him to kiss deeper. Jimin giggled and then they were laying on their sides and kissing each other, tongues brushing tentatively and lips molding together.
Jimin moved a little closer and his hands came to slide over Jungkook's chest, eliciting a deep, relieved sigh from the younger. He felt himself turn to putty under Jimin's touch as his fingers traced up over his abs to his pecs. He shivered and jolted when Jimin brushed his nipple and then giggled breathily into his kiss, pinching and rubbing it. Jungkook realized then that this was a terrible mistake. He was already hard, cock straining against his sweats and Jimin seemed to be just getting started, his fingers still brushing Jungkook's sensitive nipple, teeth tugging lightly on his lower lip.
"W-wait - J-Jiminie hyung I - I'm not supposed to-" he cut himself off on a gasp when Jimin suddenly pressed forward, his hand on Jungkook's waist and their hips pressing together.
Jimin was hard too and Jungkook squeezed his eyes closed, tilting his head back and taking a deep breath when their cocks brushed together through their pants.
"C'mon Koo," Jimin whined, kissing Jungkook's jaw and brushing his fingers under the hem of his shirt.
"Want you."
"N-noona said no - we'll get in trouble, I'm not allowed!"
Jimin pulled back and scowled though, then just leaned in and kissed Jungkook again, harder this time. Jungkook couldn't help but moan as Jimin rutted his hips forward against him again. "Koo, I wan you to fuck me," Jimin whined, pouting at him.
"N-no - 'm not allowed," Jungkook said again, his cock achingly hard now, a wet spot collecting in the fabric of his pants where it was leaking precum.
"Please," Jimin whined. Jungkook just closed his eyes and shook his head, but didn't let go of Jimin, wanting to keep close to him.
"Fine," Jimin pouted.
His mouth sought Jungkook's again and they let out tandem pleased sighs, their bodies responding to the kisses. Jungkook shouldn't be doing this, he would still get in trouble he knew, but it was too good. Jimin's legs were tangled with his and his cock was leaking, begging for friction. Jimin seemed just as frustrated, humping the air between them and finally huffing angrily. He reached down and grabbed a pillow, stuffing it between them.
"N-no- ahhh," Jungkook began before sighing in relief when the pillow pressed against his crotch.
His cock rubbed on the inside of his boxers, the fabric dragging over the sensitive head was so good that he couldn't help but rut his hips forward. Jimin was whining and doing the same from his side, hips rocking into the pillow.
He reached for Jungkook's hand and they threaded their fingers together, using the grip as leverage as they humped the pillow from either side. They craned their heads to kiss messily, desperate little breaths gasping from them. Jungkook couldn't stop himself, everything felt too good. He gripped Jimin's hand tightly as they mirrored each other from either side of the pillow, hips rocking forward messily.
Jungkook moaned loudly when he felt the other boy's cock rub against his through the pillow. He would probably have come already if there wasn't an incessant voice in his head screaming don't come don't come holding him back. They were breathing heavily and Jimin was whimpering, his voice so pretty as he licked at Jungkook's mouth, missing his tongue entirely and not seeming to care, panting and gasping and then-
"Look at the pathetic babies," a voice said from the doorway.
"We leave them alone for ten minutes and this is what happens."
Jungkook gasped and broke his kiss from Jimin, looking at the door. Gray stood with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face and Taehyung stood next to her, grinning darkly. She turned and closed the door, twisting the lock into place and then facing them.
"Alright babies. This is what you want? You wanna come so bad you'll do it without permission? Fine. We'll make you come. Won't we Tae?" She asked.
"Yeah we will," Taehyung agreed, smirking.
