Jikook smut

No limit baby

Author: imperfectinsanity

On Ao3

Summary: Jungkook would give Jimin anything. Even if it belongs to someone else.

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Jimin had pulled out all of the stops for tonight. He was wearing the oversized gray knit sweater that he knew Jungkook loved. It made him look small and cute, and Jungkook was such a sucker for his sweater paws. His jeans were skin tight and black, hugging his muscular thighs and soft curves just so. Around his neck was the rhinestone Chanel choker that Jungkook had bought him for his birthday. When he was naked, spread out in the bed with nothing but silver glinting against his honey skin, he looked… expensive. Tonight he wanted to look his best, so that when Jungkook made a mess of him it would be that much more satisfying. He wanted Jungkook to rip that expensive choker from his neck and decorate his skin with love bites. He wanted to be pinned to the bed and spanked until he cried. He wanted a lot of things, but...

Ten minutes had passed since he had arrived, waiting not-so-patiently on Jungkook's bed, and the other man was still sitting at his desk, on his phone.

"Mm. Yeah, that sounds good," Jungkook hummed into his phone, his free hand tapping idly at his desk.

Jimin rolled his eyes and groaned, which earned him a concerned glance from his lover. Oh. Now he cared?

"Tomorrow? Uh," Jungkook sighed, breaking eye contact with Jimin. "Sorry, I can't. But we definitely need to celebrate."

Okay, enough was enough. Jimin pushed himself off the bed, determined. He had come there to get a good dicking, and he was going to get it, phone call or not. In fact, that phone call gave him a few ideas. He could work with it.

The blonde slinked over to Jungkook, a devilish smile on his lips as he slid between the desk and where the younger sat. He draped his arms over his shoulders and pouted cutely.

The younger man raised his eyebrows in curiosity, but didn't say anything.

"Is that him?" Jimin whispered, not enough to be picked up by whoever was on the other end of the phone.

Jungkook's doe eyes narrowed and his head tilted.

"Oh, it is," Jimin's lips curved up in a smirk as he slid his hands down Jungkook's chest. God, he was wearing the most exquisitely tailored suit. It felt like heaven under his fingers, but not quite as good as the harsh lines and firm muscles of Jungkook's bare skin. "Be quiet, bunny. Wouldn't want your boyfriend to hear you."

He felt the younger man shiver under his touch, and his thighs tense up when he reached them.

"Yeah, I'm still here, babe," Jungkook answered the person on the phone. "Sorry, yeah, I know it was weird. Go on."

Jimin wasted no time unbuckling Jungkook's pants. He tugged them down just enough so that he could pull his cock out. He wasn't surprised to see that the man was already sporting a semi, but it brought a warmth to his belly, a strange sense of pride along with his arousal.