Jikook ao3

Its not over til its over-1

By: lemine
summary:
Jeongguk leaves for a month-long business trip. Jimin edges and denies himself every day in his absence.
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It's 6 AM on a Saturday morning, and on any other occasion, Jimin would not be awake. However, Jeongguk's flight to Japan is in a couple of hours, and there's no way in hell he's sleeping through their last moments together before he has to leave. Jeongguk will be gone for a month (an entire month!) swept up in conferences and meetings with all sorts of important people, leaving Jimin all to his lonesome.

It's awful. A disaster. A real tragedy.

"I'm gonna miss you," Jimin says, forehead pressed against Jeongguk's. He doesn't care that his own breath probably stinks from having just woken up, mingling with Jeongguk's mint in the space between them.

"You're just gonna miss getting to come," Jeongguk snorts.

Jimin sighs longingly. "That too."

And Jimin is voluntarily making Jeongguk's absence worse. It all started as a joke, as most questionable ideas do, when Jeongguk first brought up potentially being away for a month. What if Jimin edged himself every day that Jeongguk was gone, wouldn't that be a challenge that pushed his limits? Jimin argued that his limits are pushed every time Jeongguk leaves the toilet seat up.

"You don't have to actually do it, you know."

"No, I want to. It'll be a tough challenge that'll take my mind off the fact that you'll be gone for a whole month," Jimin sighs again. "Can't you come home any earlier?"

"I'm sorry darling, you know I would if I could," Jeongguk pecks Jimin's lips. "These conferences are great opportunities for me to network and get more shareholders. I have to use all the time I can get."

"I know, I know. It's important that you're there."

"I'm grateful that you understand," Jeongguk caresses his cheek. "Doesn't mean it sucks any less though, hmm?"

"Yeah, it still sucks a lot," Jimin pouts.

"Just think about how good you'll be fucked when I get back," Jeongguk grins. "It'll be worth it."

"Stop, I'm gonna get horny," he huffs.

"That's not a bad thing," Jeongguk smirks, reaching for his phone on the bedside table to check the time. "There's still at least fifteen minutes before I have to go, I can fuck you one last time."

"Well what are we waiting for?" Jimin asks, pulling his lover on top of him, fingers grasping the fabric of his white shirt, and slots their lips together.

Jeongguk trails his palm down Jimin's body, stopping to cup Jimin's pussy, and rubs the spot where his clit is through his sleeping shorts and panties. Jimin moans against his mouth at the touch, and Jeongguk breaks the kiss to pull his clothing off.

"Think I can get you to come three times, baby?"

"Only one way to find out," Jimin breathes, parting his legs as Jeongguk pushes on his ankles.

Jeongguk immediately lowers his head, pressing a kiss to Jimin's clit. He runs his tongue up and down the length of Jimin's cunt, then spits directly on his hole. Using his saliva and Jimin's own wetness, Jeongguk inserts his middle finger. He wastes no time, pumping it in and out as Jimin shivers, then adds another, and then another. With three fingers thrusting into his pussy, Jeongguk uses his other hand to rub Jimin's clit in quick, hard circles, playing him like an instrument he's long mastered.

"Oh w-wow," Jimin inhales sharply, eyelids fluttering.

"Close already?" Jeongguk smirks, gathering some of Jimin's slick to make the slide against his nub easier.