Jikook pt 2

sprung off in that spring time

By: yunkidoirs

Summary:

"c'mon baby," softly whispered, pitched deep. "c'mon and tell me. beg for me all nice and sweet."

still jimin refuses. bubbling over with misplaced pride.

"do you even want my pussy, jungkook hyung?"

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jimin knows he probably shouldn't be doing this. not when the likelihood of jungkook waltzing in any second is extremely high. yet he can't help it. he's too hot, and he's all alone and his pussy is sooo wet. he's too ravenous for sensible decisions.

and it's jungkook's fault anyways. who goes on vacation with the intention to fill each and every deviant minute with sightseeing and physical activity? hiking and boat tours and forest excursions and rock climbing.

any moment not spent with jimin strung out and near dehydrated (not ever close to being dehydrated actually, jungkook is very diligent with pressing a bottle of water to jimin's lips and scolding him into drinking and then scheduling relative pee breaks) is spent eating and sleeping and laughing a little too hard at jungkook's jokes because he's down abominably bad.

it's a quaint little villa though they're staying at though. namjoon's recommendation. pale stucco walls and terracotta tiled roofs. a soft warm colour palette of beige earth tones, corsicant blues and greens inside. tucked into a corner, bracketed by spitting aquamarine ocean and brash emerald forest, just a kilometre's pitch from the rest of a sprawling upper echelon resort.

jimin's got the french doors open and it's quiet. he's basking in the humid crossbreeze, apricating in the scent of ocean and river grass and jasmine. who wouldn't be mind-numbingly horny in such a slice of paradise?

it'd been three days since they last had sex. three days of no cock and jimin's already losing it.

he's frantic for whatever crumbs of intimacy he can get- leaning into kisses shamelessly, guiding jungkook's hands to the fat curves of his ass, his tits, his mouth. and it's not like jungkook had been an innocent contender in whatever sick little game he had jimin playing.

last night post dinner and cocktails, sleepy and loveadled after the richest five course meal jimin's ever eaten and all the citrusy sweet drinks he and jungkook giggled and glugged down, they'd stumbled through the front door, lingering too long on the porch, letting in hot seasalt air and mosquitoes, vehemently tongue fucking each other's mouths.

jimin was sure, so so sure that jungkook was going to fuck him. with the way his big, hot hands had been all over jimin's body, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them apart under his slinky mini skirt to pet his dusky little rim, sliding into the v of his shirt to fondle his fat tits, thumb his nipples pert, gripping his waist all tight. thigh wedged between jimin's, wet pussy juice soaking into his jeans. mouthing up and down jimin's pale neck, slobbery and puppy sloppy. excited.

when he'd bent down to help jimin out of his death trap shoes, he'd spent far too long nosing up the curve of jimin's calves, his kneecaps, nuzzling at the soft, tender skin of jimin's thighs, languishing kisses at the apex of his cunt, teeth grazing the lace fabric of his thong, skirt caught around jimin's waist like a belt of shame.

their horniness, all encompassing. just when jimin thought jungkook was about to put that wide wicked mouth on his slippery little pussy, he pulled away, tenderly reinstating jimin's skirt to its former slutty short status, before dropping a kiss to jimin's cheek and strutting off. leaving jimin horny beyond belief, pussy drooling down his thighs, nipples straining against his billowy shirt.