BTS ONESHOTS - b X b

Shenanigans (JungkookXBts)

jungkook stirs in his sleep, eyebrows scrunching together as the familiar heat pools in his stomach. he kicks off the blankets and rubs his eyes. after checking the time, he realizes that it is only midnight, at least some of his hyungs are bound to be awake.

jungkook had been majorly frustrated. it'd been months since he'd turned twenty-one, yet none of his hyungs had offered to do anything. jungkook isn't stupid, he noticed as soon as jimin and taehyung turned twenty-one they were included in their hyungs' late nights. he knows that it is the same for his other hyungs. he can't help but feel dispirited. he's finally able to join in but his hyungs make no move. it makes his heart clench a bite. did they not find him attractive enough? did they not think he was ready?

while it is true that jungkook stayed a virgin just for his hyungs, he still believes he is more than ready. it makes jungkook huff and slink out of his room, frustration tagging along with desire as he did. he is more than ready. his hyungs would see.

jungkook frowns when he spots jimin and taehyung on the couch sharing a blanket. jungkook notices immediately what is happening underneath the blanket. he also spots the hickeys that blossom on their collarbones and neck. he makes sure to make himself known, stomping around the kitchen as he rummages through the shelves.

eventually, footsteps pad toward him. he turns to find jimin, who smiles at him. jungkook found it hard not to smile back.

"you're still up?"

jungkook shrugs and snags a small bag of chips from the top shelf.

"was hungry."

jimin hums and jungkook doesn't miss the way he sneaks a glance over to the living room, where taehyung is peeking over the back of the couch. jungkook's frown deepens and he decides to take his time, knowing he is only prolonging his hyungs. jimin acts natural, such a good actor as he too rummages in the shelves.

"are you going back to bed then?" he asks casually. jungkook notices what it means though, and huffs. his hyungs have no intention of letting him join. the familiar pang of hurt rings in jungkook's ears as he stops munching on chips.

"yeah. goodnight, jimin." he pushes past his hyung without another word, a small seed of bitterness blooming in his chest before his bicep is caught. he turns around rather hopefully. jimin is giving him a look.

"hyung, jungkook. jimin hyung." jungkook wants to scream out in frustration. he shrugs jimin's hand off of him and sighs. "night, jimin hyung." he snaps, narrowing his eyes briefly at taehyung when he walks by, leaving the two alone. jungkook slams his door and collapses on his bed, groaning into the pillow.

why can't his hyungs see? is he still too young? is he not pretty enough? what is different about him compared to the other maknaes? is he really that undesirable?

jungkook felt hot, angry tears brimming his eyes. fine, then. if his hyungs aren't going to do anything, he'd just make it everyone's problem.

the desire is back, the heat pooling in his abdomen. he makes quick work of getting himself undressed besides his boxer briefs. his cunt is pulsing, leaving a damp spot on the material of his undergarments. he settles on his back, legs spread as he slips his hand under the waistband to delicately touch his clit. pleasure zips up his spine. he is still sensitive from the night before. he had been particularly pent up after spending a couple of hours with hoseok and yoongi. the two had been drinking and almost seemed to forget that he was there. they had been practically fucking each other with their words. that is before jungkook accidentally ruined it by sneezing, reminding the two rappers that he is in fact there, sipping juice.

the two sat farther away from each other after that, as if the only way they could keep themselves in their pants was if jungkook was sitting in between them.

it made jungkook angry but so horny, all at the same time.

jungkook arches his back and doesn't bother trying to be quiet like he had always tried to be. jungkook is an adult, more than ready, and more than horny enough for his hyungs. if they didn't see that, he'd just have to make them see.

a mewl slips from him and he rubs at his clit harder, but still slowly. the pressure is perfect, his pussy is beginning to slick up. jungkook's fingers slip from his clit to his cunt, carefully easing a finger inside before going back up to fondle his clit.

it may be the frustration, but jungkook has never felt better. moans are freely leaving him as his hand delves under his boxers.

his mind slips to all the years of him pretending not to notice his hyungs' shenanigans, leaving him alone and pent up. from the first blotch of hickeys on namjoon's skin after spending time in the studio with hoseok and yoongi, to the latest set on taehyung and jimin's collarbones as they touch each other underneath the blanket in the living room. and how he is used as a wall to keep his hyungs from pouncing on each other, like the night prior with yoongi and hoseok or even a time before that with namjoon and taehyung when the younger of the two had freshly turned twenty-one.

jungkook goes faster and trails his other hand up his bare chest, fingernails clawing up his body and dragging over his nipples, leaving scratch marks similar to the ones jungkook saw on jimin after he 'went out to eat' with seokjin.

his orgasm is approaching faster than jungkook likes, but it all feels too good to slow down. his eyes flutter as he digs his head back into the mattress, body arching away from the mattress as his legs quiver. he pinches his nipple and lets out a cry as it all makes him feel good. his pussy clenches on nothing while he rubs his clit with eager fingers. the slick noises alone are loud enough to fill the room, but with jungkook's cries, the room sounds like pure wetness and desperation. that is all jungkook felt like, he felt like a puddle of frustration and desire, wet and hot. he twists his nipple and squeezes his eyes shut tightly, a loud moan joining the slew of other noises he is making.

his orgasm rips through his entire body as he rubs himself through it, soft whines dripping from his lips. he goes lax after the sensations are too much to continue. he removes his hand from his boxers and wipes his slick fingers off on the material. he quietly pants for a few moments, heartbeat loud in his ears and sweat sticky on his skin.

he is about to sit up to head to his bathroom to shower when a hard knock is heard on his door. his stomach drops and he curses. it all dawns on him, and shame creeps up in his mind, right beside the bitterness and the pain of rejection. his cheeks flare with embarrassment as he calls out to whoever is on the other side of the door to wait as he rushes to his sink and washes his hands off. he didn't get the chance to slip on a shirt either before he heard his door open. he halts in the doorway of his bathroom, holding his breath.

"is this what your attitude is all about, jungkook?" jimin's voice pierces through the room as jungkook watches in horror as taehyung and jimin waltz in, closing the door behind them. he tries to reassure himself that this is what he wants, but he still feels ashamed.

taehyung and jimin stand side by side as they stare at jungkook, eyes raking up jungkook's quivering body. jimin raises an eyebrow. "well?"