BTS SMUTS

Jikook Smut

If I Get In, I Might Just Drown

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7571629?view_adult=true#work_endnotes

Waking up to your mate's body flush against yours has got to be on Jeongguk's list of top ten favourite experiences. Jimin's frame is smaller than his own, always fitting into Jeongguk like it's the only place he could possibly belong. But even higher up on Jeongguk's list is that he loves fucking Jimin awake. Loves how Jimin falls apart quickly, easily, how Jeongguk doesn't have to work past his stubbornness.

Lying in the sunlight cascading into their room, Jeongguk pulls Jimin closer, hand smoothing down his side until it settles on the jut of his hip, marveling at the softness of his skin. Jimin curls into him, back pressing into Jeongguk's chest and Jeongguk can't help but lean in closer, kissing the back of Jimin's neck, right above his mole. One kiss turns into two, into three, Jeongguk's mouth working its way down the ridges of Jimin's spine until the angle is too awkward to keep going.

He switches track, teeth biting gently into the juncture between Jimin's neck and his shoulder, right where he'd marked Jimin as his two years ago. The reminder sends a rush down his spine, want burning hot in his gut, hand digging into Jimin's hip possessively. Jimin's scent is sweet, always alluring, and it's curled around Jeongguk, cradling him.

Jeongguk laves at his bite, sucking the mark from a bright red to a deep purple, cock twitching as he scoots closer, snug against Jimin's ass. Groaning, Jeongguk rubs his cock against the plush softness of Jimin's ass, hand working his dick right between Jimin's cheeks. Jeongguk huffs, hand inching from Jimin's hip to his soft cock, fingers wrapping around the length loosely, tugging on it softly as his mouth continues to suck bruises against Jimin's shoulder.

There's a lick of heat in his belly, something animalistic that just wants him to devour Jimin, but the feeling fades quickly, leaving Jeongguk drowning in his own lust. Jimin smells so good, skin smooth and soft, body curling into Jeongguk, seeking comfort. Jeongguk relishes it, can't seem to ever wrap his head around the fact that Jimin picked him.

When he's worked Jimin semi-hard, his fingers travel down, massaging Jimin's balls, and the reaction is so immediate, Jimin arching into the touch, soft gasp escaping him. Jeongguk loves Jimin like this, so pliant in his hands, completely under his control, every reaction to his touch honest. He rubs a finger against Jimin's perineum, inching toward his hole, the taste of his arousal seeping into the air slowly, something to be savored. Jeongguk's hips grind against Jimin's ass, seeking friction, cock harder, but he wants Jimin dripping wet, slick pooling out of him, wants Jimin to wake up with cock up his ass, fucked to consciousness.

Working his free hand under Jimin's slim body, Jeongguk pinches at Jimin's nipple, smirking when Jimin shudders, breath catching in his throat. Jeongguk's teeth sink into Jimin's shoulder, cock snug between Jimin's ass cheeks, hips rocking back and forth, the friction too dry to be satisfying. He works Jimin's nipples into hard little nubs, flicking the metal rod through the one on the right and smirking when Jimin lets out a pathetic whine, ass grinding back into Jeongguk.

"Hyung," Jeongguk murmurs, nose nuzzling into Jimin's neck, scenting him, knows Jimin isn't awake just yet, his reactions too small to be anything except subconscious. Jimin shifts forward, lies on his belly, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to spread his legs further apart, revealing his asshole. "Fuck."

Sucking a finger into his mouth, Jeongguk rubs the spit-wet finger against Jimin's entrance, pushing past the ring of muscle just slightly. He knows Jimin could easily take in a single digit, they'd fucked last night, Jeongguk's sex drive shooting through the roof lately, but he likes drawing it out when Jimin's sleeping, likes to touch, taste, know Jimin's body.

Jeongguk shifts, rolls Jimin down completely onto his stomach, mouth working it's way down Jimin's spine, tasting skin and the cloying sweetness of Jimin's scent as he licks and bites Jimin's skin. He wants to cover Jimin with marks, leave his skin a mess of reds, blues, purples, mottled artwork. Jimin groans when he bites down on his ass, teeth sinking into the flesh easily, and Jeongguk wants to spank him, watch Jimin's ass bloom bright red under his hand. Instead, he sucks a second bruise, two fingers rubbing insistently at Jimin's entrance, the scent of Jimin's slick nearly knocking the breath out of him. It's not until he's covered Jimin's ass in marks that Jeongguk lets himself think of tasting Jimin's wetness, admiring how Jimin's ass blooms purple.

"Fuck, hyung," Jeongguk groans, spreading Jimin's ass apart, mouth gravitating toward Jimin's hole. Jeongguk licks at his entrance, tongue flat as he tastes Jimin's wetness, groaning. He teases for a bit, enjoying the little jerks in Jimin's body as he pushes past Jimin's asshole with his tongue just a little, never enough to fuck him open.

"So fucking good," he mumbles to himself, hands squeezing Jimin's ass, kneading the plump flesh. His cock twitches, Jeongguk's hips grinding down against the mattress, seeking friction.

When he pushes his tongue past the ring of muscle, Jimin keens, hips jerking upwards, body twisting in on itself, and Jeongguk follows, fucking into Jimin's hole with vigor. Hooking a thumb against the rim, Jeongguk laps at the slick that pools out, tastes his own cum from last night, swallowing down everything. It's not until he's got two fingers fucking into Jimin along with his tongue that Jimin's whine is too loud to be subconscious, ass pushing back into Jeongguk's mouth.

"J-Jeongguk," Jimin breathes, curling down to see him but Jeongguk doesn't stop, can barely bring himself to spare a second to look at Jimin's sleepy, aroused expression but he does, satisfaction gripping his heart as he sees the want on his face. He fucks his tongue into Jimin harder, slurping at Jimin's juices, fingers rubbing insistently against Jimin's prostate. Jimin shies away from the touch, always too sensitive, thighs twitching as his hand grips the bedsheets, back arching and Jeongguk knows how close Jimin is.

"Jeongguk, please," Jimin whines, hips grinding down against the mattress desperately and he knows before Jimin manages to tell him aloud that he's coming, his body pulsing around Jeongguk's tongue, his fingers.

Jeongguk pulls out only when Jimin's trembling, flipping Jimin onto his back easily. He always loves watching cum drool out of Jimin's spent cock, the way his belly quivers post orgasm, barely able to keep his eyes open. Wiping slick off his face, Jeongguk smirks, "Good morning, hyung."

Jimin only whines, hands pulling Jeongguk closer, mouth seeking Jeongguk's and he's never been able to say no to Jimin yet, he's not about to begin here. It's less a kiss and more Jimin insistently pressing his mouth against Jeongguk's, tongue delving in to taste himself in Jeongguk's mouth. Jeongguk let's himself lie down next to Jimin, pulling Jimin half on top of himself, hissing when Jimin's thigh brushes against his cock, still hard.

"You're a bad boy," Jimin murmurs, finally seems to be in control of his senses and Jeongguk can't help but grin, unrepentant. He looks cute, sleep mussed, hair disheveled, skin glowing. Sometimes Jeongguk thinks he's mated to the sun.

"Am I?"

"Yes," Jimin answers, grinding his thigh down against Jeongguk's cock, and Jeongguk can't help it, hand smoothing down Jimin's back to squeeze his ass again. "Bad boys don't get to come."

"Then I should never let you come," Jeongguk tells him, fingers rubbing at Jimin's entrance insistently. Jimin's eyes flutter shut, mouth hung open, a feathery gasp escaping him. Jeongguk takes the opportunity to darken one of the hickeys he's already left on Jimin's neck.

"I'm not the one," Jimin starts, whining when Jeongguk teases at his entrance, fingers slipping in just a centimeter before pulling back out. "I'm not the one fucking people awake."

"Thought you loved that," Jeongguk retorts, already sucking a new mark against Jimin's neck and it was probably an understatement, how much he liked Jimin looking like he belonged to him. "Loved waking up with your ass full, cock hard and dripping all over yourself. Don't lie, hyung. Good boys don't lie."

"I'm not ly ― ah," Jimin's voice cracks, Jeongguk pushing two fingers into him, slick making the entry easy. He buries his face into Jeongguk's neck, hips jerking back into Jeongguk's fingers, seeking more.

"Hyung," Jeongguk drawls, "you just came and you're already so desperate for more? If you were a good boy, you wouldn't be such a desperate little slut, would you?" Jimin whines, teeth sinking into Jeongguk's neck, as if a punishment and Jeongguk loves it, yanks Jimin's head back with a fistful of his hair. Jimin's flushed, pretty and pink, mouth parted. "Want me to fuck you, hyung?"

"Please," Jimin agrees eagerly, Jeongguk loosening his hold so he can kiss Jimin properly, licking into his mouth, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and tugging. Jimin moans through all of it, fucks himself down on Jeongguk's fingers, the obscene squelch filling the silence of the room.

"Ask me properly," Jeongguk orders, breaking away only when Jimin's panting into his mouth, lips swollen and red. Squeezing a third finger inside of Jimin, Jeongguk groans at the breathy gasp he gets out of Jimin, like music to his ears. His cheeks are flushed, eyes heavy with want.

"Please fuck me, Jeonggukkie," Jimin whines, hips rolling against Jeongguk's, his cock hard as he rubs himself down against Jeongguk's thigh. Jeongguk's fingers work him open, his free hand nudging Jimin's legs further apart. "Wanna feel you inside me."

"You are feeling me inside you," Jeongguk grins, laughing when Jimin can barely manage a scowl, pushing back desperately against Jeongguk's fingers.

"Want your big alpha cock, Jeonggukkie, please," Jimin begs, and he's giving in so easily, too wound up to put up a fight. Jeongguk smirks, satisfied beyond belief. He rolls Jimin onto his side, presses kisses against Jimin's lush mouth, before manhandling him onto his side, his back against Jeongguk's chest.

"This okay?" He asks, and Jimin just hums in response, Jeongguk lifting Jimin's leg up before he works his cock into him, tight heat engulfing him quickly. They moan in unison, Jeongguk muffling his voice into Jimin's shoulder as he pushes all the way in, cock throbbing inside of him.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Jimin breathes, hands scrambling for purchase and one winds up in Jeongguk's hair, grip tight. Leaning back into Jeongguk, Jimin shudders against him and it's enough to get Jeongguk moving, pace slow, hand gripping Jimin's thick thigh to hold it up. Jimin sounds beautiful when he's getting fucked, moans and whimpers mixing in with the slap of Jeongguk's balls hitting Jimin's ass. The position lets Jeongguk pinch and tease Jimin's nipples endlessly, his breathy moans interrupted by little hiccups.

"You feel so good, hyung," Jeongguk tells him, fucking into Jimin harder and that earlier heat is back under his skin, searing through him as he fucks Jimin harder, pulling Jimin's leg up higher. Jimin only whines, hand tightening in Jeongguk's hair, as he presses back into Jeongguk's chest. "So fucking tight, smell so good, hyung. Hyung, you like that, right? Like it when you're stuffed full of cum, when my cock's pounding into you?"

"Yes ― please, Jeongguk ― ah, Jeongguk, love your c-cock," Jimin gasps out and Jeongguk only fucks him harder, mind nearly numb with his desire to fuck Jimin senseless. He pulls out completely, pushing Jimin onto his stomach before fucking back into him in one quick thrust, grabbing Jimin's hips to tug him up onto his knees. Jimin's hands fist into the sheets, Jeongguk's hips hammering into him, hands digging into his hips.

"Fuck," Jeongguk groans, hips stuttering as he feels his balls begin to tighten up and it's instinct that has him falling forward, teeth sinking into Jimin's mark as he fucks his own cum into Jimin. He only knows Jimin's come, too, from the way his body pulses around Jeongguk's cock, hips fucking into Jimin in little jerks, cock milked dry.

They're panting, Jimin's scent so thick, Jeongguk can taste it on his tongue. He places a kiss behind Jimin's ear, shifting back up.

"You didn't knot me," Jimin says, finally, sounds like he's pouting and Jeongguk, in his daze, only just clues in.

"Yeah," he replies, pulling out of Jimin and it's kind of weird, not being locked into place inside of him, held together for hours. Collapsing next to him, Jeongguk pulls him flush against him, kissing Jimin anywhere he can, and he doesn't think he's normally this clingy but right now, he just wants Jimin's body against his, skin against skin.

"How come?" Jimin asks, cuddling into Jeongguk's embrace, fucked boneless.

"Dunno, it just didn't happen," Jeongguk answers, carding his hand through Jimin's hair. He doesn't have to see Jimin's face to know he's probably frowning.

"You okay?" Jimin mumbles, the drowsiness of sleep sticking to his voice. Jeongguk kisses his forehead, pushes sweat soaked hair back.

"'Course hyung."

Except he knows what this means, but it's too early, he still has a few months and that thought has him dismissing the idea completely. Jimin groans, forcing himself up and Jeongguk's really done a number on his neck, a swell of possessiveness bubbling under his chest.

"I need a shower," he mumbles, leaning down to kiss Jeongguk before climbing over him toward their bathroom. Jeongguk uses the opportunity to admire Jimin's back and ass, both covered with dark marks, the contrast beautiful against Jimin's skin. There's a particularly big one on his ass, the sight making his cock twitch in interest.

Jimin walks into the bathroom and Jeongguk counts down to three, two, one.

"Were you fucking trying to eat me?"

He laughs.





Jeongguk knows he's being difficult, pressed up against Jimin's back as they make their way down the aisle, but he can't seem to stop himself, hands seeking to touch, body yearning for Jimin's. There's this itch under his skin, the air conditioned store suddenly too warm.

"How, exactly, do you expect me to do the grocery shopping with you clinging to me like a koala bear?" Jimin huffs, irritated. He pushes back against Jeongguk, glares when Jeongguk doesn't even budge, and Jeongguk doesn't blame him, knows Jimin probably thinks he's just trying to tease him. He's not, mind hazy, narrowing in on just Jimin's scent and how small and compact he feels flush against Jeongguk.

Jeongguk noses along the back of Jimin's neck, breath puffing against his skin and Jimin shivers despite himself, scowl something ferocious as he spins around in Jeongguk's hold. "We're at a grocery store!"

"I know," Jeongguk grins lazily, peeling himself away from Jimin, just a little afraid of the way Jimin's eyes narrow at him. He knows better than to piss off his mate. Or well, he should. Park Jimin's wrath isn't very merciful. His mouth isn't quite on his side though, "It's not like I'm the only alpha who can't keep his hands to himself."

Jeongguk takes Jimin's chin, turning him toward the couple at the very end of the aisle by the wall of dairy products. The couple is handsy, can't seem to stop giggling as they sneak in kisses and Jeongguk can't help but grin as he watches Jimin turn pink.

"What, hyung," Jeongguk says, very purposefully, knows how much Jimin likes it when he actually calls him hyung, "Cat got your tongue?"

When Jimin looks back at him, his eyes are kind of glazed over, and it's not until Jeongguk lets go of his chin that Jimin snaps out of it. "You're burning up."

"What?" Jeongguk blinks.

"You're running a fever, Jeongguk," Jimin repeats, hand coming to touch Jeongguk's forehead, Jimin worrying his lips into a pout, brows knit together. "We ― we should go home."

"But what about the ― " Jeongguk doesn't get to finish the sentence, Jimin grabbing his hand and heading straight for the store's exit, cart abandoned. He has his phone pressed to his ear in the other hand, and Jeongguk can smell the spike of worry. "Hey, Hobi-hyung, do you think you can swing by my place with some supplies. I think Jeongguk's ― his rut is early."

Hearing Jimin say it out loud clicks everything in place: the neediness, how he can't keep his hands off of Jimin lately, how he never feels satisfied after fucking Jimin just once, wants to keep going and going and going.

"Thanks hyung," Jimin smiles into the phone, slipping it back into his pocket. They exit the store, muggy summer weather hitting them instantly like a brick wall, and Jeongguk feels like his body's on fire. Jimin's not close enough, his hand tightening around Jimin's, the reaction instant as he pulls him in even closer. His body sighs in relief when he has Jimin bodily against him, can inhale deep lungfuls of his scent.

"I'm right here," Jimin assures him, hands smoothing down Jeongguk's side, quick kisses pressed to Jeongguk's jaw in comfort and he feels dazed, like there's a haze settling over all his thoughts. Even still, he knows his rut's early, three months early to be exact, and they'd both saved time off from work to make sure they'd be ready for it. Jimin'll be lucky if he can stay conscious for more than a few hours once Jeongguk's rut ends, let alone get up and make it to his job.

The worry doesn't stick though, not like he knows it should. He can't seem to settle his thoughts on anything except the building urgency, the need for him to bend Jimin over the first available surface and fuck him full of cum.

"Home, we ― we gotta get home," Jeongguk manages, willing himself to back away from Jimin. They won't make it far if he keeps touching him, the distance will do them some good and it takes physical effort for Jeongguk to let go of Jimin's hand. For the first time, he can smell the arousal in his own scent, smothering him in his need and Jimin looks anxious, pupils already blown wide. Jeongguk's not sure he'll be able to keep his hands to himself if he manages to get a whiff of Jimin's slick, the scent of his arousal especially potent.

"Right," Jimin nods, blinking himself out of his own rut induced stupor and then he's leading them back to the subway, feet light and quick as he winds them down the street. The humid weather seems to mask Jeongguk's steadily increasing lust, but he catches the half-dazed expressions on some of the betas and omegas he walks past, worry beginning to gnaw at his insides, renewed.

Somehow they make it into a train, Saturday afternoon rush crammed in there with them, and Jeongguk curses under his breath, unable to keep his hands from pulling Jimin in closer. They shuffle into a corner, Jeongguk pressed against the closed doors, Jimin tucked into him, body pushed against his as more people pile in. Like this, Jeongguk can't focus on anything but Jimin's cloying scent, or the soft press of his body, how he fits right against Jeongguk's hips, ass plush.

Without meaning to, he rolls his hips up, cock hardening rapidly and Jimin has to clasp a hand over his mouth to stop the small yelp of surprise that escapes him. Jeongguk winds his arm around Jimin, holding him in place tighter and Jimin worms closer, head falling back to rest against Jeongguk's shoulder.

It reminds Jeongguk of one of Jimin's first heats, when they'd been coming home from a day spent holed up in the library and Jimin's heat had hit him in the middle of an empty subway car. He'd rubbed Jimin off right there, lap full of whining, needy omega, Jeongguk's palm working him to release right over the fabric of his jeans.

This time, they don't have the luxury of an empty train car, bodies packed together tight in the afternoon rush. Jeongguk bites down on the juncture of Jimin's revealed neck, Jimin's fingers lacing between his own over the hand he has spread flat against Jimin's stomach. His other hand squeezes Jimin's ass, the scent of his arousal mixing in with the crowd's combined scent but Jeongguk could pick it out anywhere. He feels drunk on it, the sweetness spreading out over his tongue and as the train jostles forward, the force of it pushes Jimin into him harder.

His hands travel to Jimin's hips, squeezing, unable to keep himself from rocking against Jimin's ass. The haze burns through him stronger as he gives in, world narrowing down to just Jimin, just his scent, his body, the width of his hips. Just the idea that anyone could see Jimin right now unfurls something nasty in his chest, like they could possibly deserve him when every inch of Jimin belonged to Jeongguk.

"J-Jeongguk," Jimin whines, trying desperately to get Jeongguk's hands to loosen up on his hips. "We're on the t-train."

Jeongguk's rut addled brain barely registers Jimin's words, hips grinding against Jimin's ass. He nuzzles his nose against the back of Jimin's neck, cock hard as it rubs insistently against his ass, teeth nipping at Jimin's skin. The train is crowded, which works to both their benefit and detriment and Jeongguk just can't seem to ―

"Mine," he growls, hands digging into Jimin's hips so hard, Jimin whimpers, body curling in toward Jeongguk.

"Yours," Jimin agrees, biting back a moan as Jeongguk nearly lifts him right off his feet in an attempt to pull him in even closer, hips never stopping as they grind into him. Jeongguk's teeth snag on one of Jimin's piercing, tugging, and he wants to slip his hand down Jimin's jeans, jerk him off, rough and quick, his come coating Jeongguk's hand. "Yours, Jeonggukkie, just yours, but ― ah ― "

Jeongguk's hand slips up Jimin's shirt, Jimin's stomach soft under the palm of his hand, fingers dipping ever so slightly past the band of his underwear. Jimin grabs his hand and Jeongguk growls, teeth nearly snapping but the subway's come to a stop, their bodies lurching forward. Jeongguk curls himself over Jimin's smaller frame. "Come on, hyung," he whispers into Jimin's ear, sucking on the lobe, "Lemme fuck you right here, lemme show everyone you're mine, you'd like that, hyung, I know you would."

Jeongguk follows the request by palming Jimin through his jeans, his cock just as hard as Jeongguk's own, listening to Jimin's quiet shudder, how he trembles in Jeongguk's hold. Jimin's got a hand pressed to his mouth, quickly turning around when the car frees up a little, face immediately burying into Jeongguk's chest.

"Jeongguk, please, we're almost home, you can do this," Jimin assures, begs, and he knows it's just one more stop, but in the press of the crowded train, Jeongguk can't focus on anything except Jimin. How much he wants to make Jimin his, how much he wants to be inside Jimin, fucking him open and he doesn't really care if anyone sees. He'd never let them lay a finger on Jimin.

New people pile into the car, Jeongguk's hand twisting into Jimin's hair, mouth finding mouth as he kisses Jimin hungrily, nearly groaning at how his body sings. It's automatic from there, how Jeongguk works his thigh between Jimin's, grinding it up against Jimin's cock, the little cut off moans from Jimin going straight to his own cock. He licks into Jimin's ready mouth, breaking away only when the need to undo Jimin's jeans frustrates him, fingers fumbling. The subway jostles them again, Jimin shoving Jeongguk's hands away, the glazed look in his eyes mirroring Jeongguk's.

"Ju ― July 14th," Jimin breathes, the doors opening next to them but everything short circuits in Jeongguk's mind, coming to a halt. As people leave the car, Jimin pulls himself out of Jeongguk's hold, leaving with the swell of the crowd and Jeongguk follows helplessly, finds himself standing on the platform, eyes and nose seeking Jimin.

When he spots him, Jeongguk moves forward so quickly he doesn't even notice his surroundings, nearly bumping into three different people. There's an apology ready on his lips, haze clearing out as worry seeps in. Jimin had to use their safeword.

Jimin had to use their safeword and Jeongguk's near panicked when he finally makes it to Jimin, careful to keep his distance, a shaking hand reaching out tentatively. Jimin takes it almost immediately, guiding them to the exit and Jeongguk drags behind him, eyes wide. Their apartment is five minutes away, the walk somehow too long and too short at the same time.

Jimin heads straight for the elevator and Jeongguk pulls his hand away, palms rubbing at his eyes, the burning feeling still simmering under his skin. He couldn't hurt Jimin, that was unacceptable. Not his Jimin, his ―

"Hey, hey, Jeonggukkie, it's okay, I'm fine," Jimin says, his hands tugging Jeongguk's away. His lungs feel too small, air coming in short gasps and Jimin's so beautiful, so kind, Jeongguk can't hurt him, he needs to ―

"Breathe, baby, I'm fine, I'm right here. You didn't do anything wrong," Jimin assures, voice soft and sweet, cupping Jeongguk's face, his touch soothing the heat boiling through Jeongguk. "I had to get you off the subway and you stopped right away, just like you promised you would."

Jimin crowds into his space, and Jeongguk doesn't expect the kiss, blinks back the sting of tears as Jimin's touch turns from tentative and reassuring to something harder, insistent. The heat licks under his skin, fingers clutching at Jimin's shirt, tugging him in even closer. "I'm sorry," he hears himself say, so desperate, voice thick with helplessness, "I'm so sorry, Jimin. I don't wanna ― "

"Shh," Jimin comforts, still on his tiptoes to reach Jeongguk's mouth, face nuzzling into the crook of Jeongguk's neck, small kisses pressed against his mark. "I'm okay, you didn't hurt me, you'd never hurt me." Jimin's smile is so sure. "Come on, let's go home."

Jimin pulls back after giving Jeongguk another kiss, tugging him toward the elevators. Jeongguk follows, swallowing down guilt, head swimming with want even now. He tries to keep his distance, but Jimin pulls both his arms around his waist, leaning back against Jeongguk's chest as they wait for the elevator. Jeongguk can't help it, face burying into the crook of Jimin's neck, his scent like a wave of relief. He feels like a lost boy who's found home.

The elevator doors ding open, and Jimin waits as a family walks out. Jeongguk can smell them, but doesn't care to look, his mind refusing to focus on anything except Jimin Jimin Jimin. The thought is followed by a resurgence of desire, Jeongguk's grip around Jimin's waist tightening. Somehow Jimin maneuvers them into the elevator, twisting around in Jeongguk's hold once they're inside to hit the button to their floor, head resting on Jeongguk's chest. He kisses Jeongguk's mark, hand cupping Jeongguk's neck, sliding down Jeongguk's chest. He can't help rolling his hips up, rutting against Jimin's thigh.

"Hyung," he breathes, head tilting back to give Jimin an easier angle, mouth sucking against the skin of Jeongguk's neck. Jimin's distracted, grinding against Jeongguk, hips stuttering as Jeongguk palms at Jimin's ass, unhurried for the first time. And it's not that he doesn't want to pin Jimin against the elevator wall and fuck him into oblivion but that he has to be sure. His ruts weren't easy on Jimin. "Hyung, are you sure?"

Jimin snorts, pulling back just enough, eyes half lidded and Jeongguk can see the desire there but it's not enough to just see it. "I'm not going to break, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk's eyes close, the words sinking in and it's like a fire's been lit under his skin, growl ripping out of him as he hitches Jimin up, hands on his ass. Jimin's legs lock behind him, mouth finding Jeongguk's and it's less a kiss, more teeth and desperation and every cell in Jeongguk's body begging for Jimin.

The elevator doors slide open, Jeongguk carrying Jimin out easily, tongue licking into Jimin's mouth, swallowing moans with every step. Somehow Jeongguk manages to get their front door open, and all his control slips right out of his hands as he slams Jimin against the nearest wall, door swinging shut behind them.

Jimin groans, Jeongguk's mind hazy, the swell of possessiveness rising with every breath. "Mine, mine, mine," he chants, teeth sinking into Jimin's mark, laving at the bite he leaves behind, and it's like he can't get close enough to Jimin, isn't satisfied with having every inch of him pressed against him. Jeongguk lets Jimin go, pulls back just enough to see the dazed expression on Jimin's face before he's spinning Jimin around, pinning him to the wall. He nearly rips off Jimin's jeans, hears a button clatter to the ground and Jimin whines, arching into Jeongguk's touch.

"Those were my favourites, you ass," he pants and Jeongguk noses behind his ear, shoving the jeans down along with Jimin's underwear, and they snag mid thigh but Jeongguk doesn't really care. Jimin's slick fills the hallway, dizzyingly sweet and Jeongguk groans, can't help but spread Jimin's ass apart to watch the slick drip down his thighs. His cock twitches.

"I'll buy you another pair," Jeongguk grunts back, hissing when he gets his own cock freed from his jeans, lining it up with Jimin's dripping wet hole. "However many you want," he adds, slamming into Jimin all the way, tight heat enveloping his cock. Jimin chokes on his retort, falling back against Jeongguk's chest as he breathes in deep and heavy.

"Fuck, Jeongguk," he heaves bodily, like Jeongguk's stolen the breath right out of him. Jeongguk's teeth scrape against Jimin's earlobe, sweat slipping down his back and he wants to move, wants to fuck Jimin so hard he can't stand up and then fuck him again.

"Feels so good, hyung, so tight, your pussy's always so tight," Jeongguk groans, hips canting upwards and Jimin whines, Jeongguk's thrust pushing him up against the wall. "So fucking wet for me, too. You got such a greedy lil cunt, hyung, always wanna be filled up, right? Don't worry, I'm gonna fill it up with cum, hyung, just like you want. Fuck you pretty with my cum."

"J-Jeongguk," Jimin cries, face flush against the wall and Jeongguk's set a brutal pace, Jimin's moans vibrating through him and it's not enough, even like this. Jimin's jeans have his legs trapped in place, his hole so tight, Jeongguk can barely squeeze his cock back out of him. Not that he wants to. Just wants to fuck him and fuck him and fuck him. The need is insatiable and so is Jeongguk's cock.

"Hyung, hyung you feel so good ― So tight, so good for me, taking me in so good," Jeongguk praises, relishing the whimpers that fall out of Jimin's mouth, set to the rhythm of his thrusts. His hands squeeze harder on Jimin's hips, pushes Jimin up against the wall harder, fucks him as hard and fast as he can. "You like that, right, hyung? Tell me."

Jimin whines, head falling back against Jeongguk's shoulder, practically bouncing on Jeongguk's cock. "Yes, yes, Jeongguk, want your cum, p-please ― ah ― "

"'Course you do," Jeongguk smirks, Jimin's sobs mixing in the squelch of Jeongguk's cock sliding in and out of him. "Just like a good lil slut."

Jimin grabs a handful of his hair at that comment and something electric shoots down his spine, hips fucking into Jimin quicker, stomach clenching up as he orgasms, completely unsatisfied. There's a pulse of pleasure, ebbing through him far too slowly and then gone completely, cock still hard inside of Jimin. He slumps forward and Jeongguk knows he hasn't come, didn't feel him clench up on his release.

Jeongguk lets Jimin catch his breath, collapsed against the wall as he pulls out, watches cum and slick pool out of Jimin. He catches some of it on two fingers, thrusts it back into Jimin's hole, loves the way Jimin whines, his scent overpowering. Jeongguk's always love the taste of Jimin's slick, loves how Jimin always tastes like he's ready to be fucked and bred, fucked and bred.

Working off Jimin's t-shirt, he sinks to his knees without thought, shoving down Jimin's jeans in the process and to Jimin's credit, he steps out of them, slipping off his shoes. The bruises Jeongguk left on Jimin's ass a week ago are faded yellow, to his annoyance, teeth sinking into Jimin's ass to revive them.

"Fuck," Jimin gasps, Jeongguk sucking the bite to a bright red, fingers fucking Jimin open, purposefully rubbing at his prostate. His legs are shaking, and Jeongguk thinks nothing of it, slips his fingers out of Jimin's ass to flip him around. Jimin's cock meets Jeongguk's eyes, hard and red and drooling precum. Jeongguk licks a fat stripe along the underside, suckling on the head as he pushes one of Jimin's thighs up, lifting Jimin's leg off the ground and secures it over his shoulder. He sinks down on the rest of Jimin's length, Jimin's cock smaller and shorter than his own, pushing Jimin's other leg up and over his shoulder too. Like this, Jimin's forced to sit on Jeongguk's shoulders, feet dangling somewhere past Jeongguk's back, back pressed up against the wall. His thighs squeeze around Jeongguk's head.

"Jeongguk," Jimin whines, hands twisting into Jeongguk's hair as he swallows around the head of Jimin's cock, eyes finding Jimin's. "Jeongguk, p-please."

Jeongguk wants to ask what Jimin's begging for but he wants Jimin to come, at least once before the rut's fervor completely takes over Jeongguk's senses and he can't think beyond filling Jimin up with so much cum that it just pools out of him sloppily. The thought has Jeongguk pulling off of Jimin's cock entirely, kissing down the length as Jimin whines, his hands on Jimin's plush ass. Jeongguk sits back on his haunches, taking Jimin farther away from the wall, his shoulders just barely touching it, mouthing at Jimin's balls.

"Want," Jeongguk breathes, "want me to eat your cute lil pussy out, hyung? It's so wet for me, fucked full of my cum."

"Jeongguk," Jimin pants, keening, the hands in Jeongguk's hair tightening. "E-eat me out, make me come, please, Jeonggukkie, wanna come ― ah."

"Anything for you," Jeongguk murmurs, tongue licking at Jimin's entrance, tasting cum and slick and he groans, relishing the taste, mouth watering. Jimin's hole stretches around his tongue easily as he pushes in, his airy mewls like music to Jeongguk's ears. Jeongguk swallows down cum and slick as it pools out of his hole, Jimin grinding his ass down on Jeongguk's face, begging to be fucked harder, thighs squeezing around Jeongguk's head. Jeongguk fucks his tongue in and out, pulling Jimin even farther from the wall, one of Jeongguk's hands on Jimin's lower back holding him upright.

He manages to work a thumb into Jimin's entrance, pushing it in down to the knuckle, allowing him to push his tongue in deeper. Jimin's sobbing above him, a hand against the wall behind him, keeping him from falling down entirely, and Jeongguk feels his ass clench up, body shaking as Jimin comes, tightening around Jeongguk's tongue.

Jeongguk pulls back, knows there's cum in his hair but doesn't care, nosing along the length of Jimin's cock before taking the head into his mouth, the last few spurts landing on his tongue. Jimin's gone completely lax, held up only by Jeongguk's hands on his waist, whining as Jeongguk continues to suck on his softening cock.

"You taste so good, hyung," Jeongguk murmurs, letting Jimin down gently. When he's got Jimin in his lap, Jeongguk kisses him softly, his own cock still hard and begging for round two. The haze hasn't consumed him entirely yet, Jimin's soft whines enough of a reminder to wait. He's thankful just kissing Jimin, his arms wrapped around Jeongguk's neck weakly.

"Aren't you gonna fuck me again?" Jimin asks, tongue licking into Jeongguk's mouth, and as if to make a point he grinds his hips against Jeongguk's cock.

Jeongguk hisses, nails digging into Jimin's hips, head falling forward onto his shoulder. "You have to stop that."

"Stop what?" Jimin whispers, voice raspy from overuse. "Aren't you gonna fuck me full of cum, Jeongguk? My pussy's waiting."

"Shit," Jeongguk growls, teeth snapping over Jimin's neck and he just bares it, head falling back willing to let Jeongguk sink his teeth into his throat. "Always ready for cock, aren't you, hyung?"

"Only yours," Jimin answers, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows and Jeongguk doesn't have the patience, lifts Jimin up easily only to have him sink down on his cock. Jimin's breath catches in his throat, hole swallowing up Jeongguk's cock like it was made for it. Jimin's as tight as ever, the slide in easier now that Jimin can spread his legs but the heat makes Jeongguk's head swim all the same. Jeongguk still hasn't managed to take off his clothes but first, he wants them on their bed.

"Only mine," Jeongguk echoes, the dark bruises blooming along Jimin's neck mesmerizing. "Only my cock could satisfy your greedy lil pussy, right, hyung? Fucking slutty cunt, gonna fuck it loose and sloppy."

Jimin only mewls, cheeks flushing pink as his mouth finds Jeongguk's. "Please Jeonggukkie."

"Bed," Jeongguk tells him, hefting Jimin up easily. He gets Jimin up against the wall before tugging off his t-shirt and leaving it in the pile of clothes they've started by their front door. Jimin's nails rake down his chest, legs locked around Jeongguk's waist. The rut has him fucking into Jimin again, Jimin whining as he's bounced on Jeongguk's cock, little whines slipping past his lips. Jeongguk rolls his hips in slow, listening to Jimin's needy moans, face buried in Jeongguk's neck. He peels Jimin away from the wall, carrying him to their bedroom, still stuffed full of Jeongguk's cock.

Their bed's neatly made, Jeongguk's doing, but as Jeongguk pulls out of Jimin to drop him onto the mattress, he knows they'll be throwing their sheets straight into the garbage once he's done with Jimin. Jeongguk makes easy work of his jeans, stepping out of his Timbs, before he climbs up and on after Jimin, kisses Jimin's thigh, sucking a hickey there before pushing his legs apart. Jimin's hole clenches, so pretty and ready for Jeongguk's cock. Lining himself back up, Jeongguk slides right back in, Jimin's entrance easy and wet, watches Jimin's kiss swollen mouth fall open, eyes squeezing shut. He's so pretty when he gets fucked, so eager.

Sweat drips down Jeongguk's back, hips rolling forward into Jimin, and the pace has to be fast, has to be brutal, nothing else feels satisfying enough. The need burns under his skin, Jimin's tight heat sucking in his cock, ready for him. He wants to defile him, fuck him full of so much cum, his belly swells with it. He's done it before.

"Hyung," Jeongguk starts, bending Jimin nearly in half as he leans forward, licks at Jimin's pierced nipple. He tugs on the metal bar with his teeth, Jimin's back arching as he cries out. Jeongguk knows how sensitive Jimin's nipples are, all the more so after he got them pierced and he waited nearly a year to get his mouth on them. "You've got such pretty tits, hyung. Gonna let me come all over them later, aren't you? You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"F-fuck, yeah ― ah, anything you want," Jimin rasps, voice high pitched as he sobs out Jeongguk's name when Jeongguk sucks on his nipple, fucking into Jimin shallowly. He can't help it, sucking bruises on Jimin's chest, teeth digging into skin until it leaves marks. Jimin writhes under him, panting and the way his body shudders under Jeongguk has him fucking into him harder.

"I just want to fuck you, hyung, over and over and over again," Jeongguk tells him, licks at the sweat cooling along Jimin's collarbones. "Fuck you full of cum, just like you deserve."

"Shit," Jimin hisses, hands holding his legs up and spread for Jeongguk as he slams into him, relentless. It's easier like this, Jeongguk has better access and it only fuels the heat, the delirious want running through his veins. Jimin Jimin Jimin it chants at him, Jeongguk's mind completely blank of everything else. There's just the sound of him fucking into Jimin, obscene squelch mixing in with Jimin's breathy moans. He sounds pretty, so pretty.

Sweat drips down Jeongguk's face, lands in drops against Jimin's chest, and Jeongguk can't wait to cover every inch of Jimin with bites, with his cum, mark him as Jeongguk's.

"Mine," he growls, hand fisting into Jimin's hair, teeth sinking into Jimin's shoulder. His hips buck forward, slamming into Jimin hard enough to shake the bed and Jimin gasps out his name, hands frantic as they each for Jeongguk's shoulders, arms slipping around his neck.

"Yours," Jimin echoes, chest heaving, "yours yours yours, please Jeongguk."

Jeongguk sucks in a deep breath, Jimin's scent drowning out his senses, the rut claiming him as he fucks into Jimin, relishing the way Jimin whimpers into his ear. It's with a single minded determination that he pounds into him, body throbbing with need, with want. He gets Jimin's arms off of him, pushing them down against the bed, a hand pinning down each wrist. Jimin whines, body arching up into Jeongguk as he kisses him, nips at Jimin's eager mouth.

"Please," Jimin gasps, "please Jeonggukkie, wanna ― ah ― "

Jeongguk grunts, licks at the bite he's left on Jimin's shoulder, sucking the blood to the surface. Taking Jimin's legs, Jeongguk pushes them upwards, knees against his chest and Jimin whines, gasping as Jeongguk leverages himself against the angle. Jimin's bent in half, hands fisted in the bed sheets and Jeongguk is relentless, wants to make Jimin come untouched, wants to fuck him through his orgasm right into the next one. Jimin sobs, and it sounds something like Jeongguk's name, desperation clinging to the way his body shakes, ass clenching around Jeongguk's cock, tighter.

"I'm ― I'm coming," Jimin pants, and Jeongguk lets go of his legs, spreads them apart to watch cum splatter across Jimin's abdomen, cock twitching as cum drools out. Jimin shudders bodily, eyes half lidded as he lies boneless against the mattress. Jeongguk just scoops him upward, sinking Jimin down onto his cock.

Jimin lets out a pathetic whine, head lolling forward, resting against Jeongguk's shoulder. Jeongguk doesn't stop, sits back against his haunches and pounds into Jimin's fucked out body, so close.

"One more, hyung," Jeongguk tells him, despite Jimin's cries, his hisses of overstimulation. Jeongguk knows the angle has his cock rubbing right against Jimin's prostate, likes how it forces Jimin to bounce on his cock, pliant and yielding.

"Jeongguk, please," Jimin sobs, clinging to Jeongguk's shoulders. "Please, please want your cum."

"It's all yours," Jeongguk groans, feels himself spill into Jimin's tight heat, hips stuttering as he fucks it into Jimin's hole. He's still hard and there isn't a cell in his body that's too tired to fuck Jimin again so he does.

Jimin only whines.





By the time Jeongguk notices that their room's gotten dimmer, he's fucked three more orgasms out of Jimin, two of them dry. There's cum coating Jimin's back, from when Jeongguk had pulled out, Jimin's whimpering too much to bear. His mate is teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, Jeongguk's cum slipping down his thighs, too much to plug inside of Jimin's hole. He's got Jimin on his side, enough slick and cum between his thighs that Jeongguk can easily slide his cock through the mess, Jimin's thighs squeezing together.

Jeongguk nips at Jimin's ear, hips thrusting between his thighs, hand holding his thigh down, grip firm. Jimin's letting out these soft groans, Jeongguk's cock rubbing against his balls on every thrust inwards. He sounds so pretty, Jeongguk's teeth sinking into his shoulder.

"Jeongguk," Jimin whines, a hand twisting into Jeongguk's hair. It's the first coherent thing he's said since Jeongguk fucked him on all fours, hand fisted in his hair as he'd pounded into him.

"Yeah, hyung?" Jeongguk breathes, kisses along the curve of Jimin's shoulder, nose nuzzling right behind Jimin's ear. "You still with me?"

"Y-yeah," Jimin gasps, voice hoarse. It's sore from overuse, Jeongguk knows; he'd had Jimin screaming in their last round, lucid enough to hold Jimin upright, as he'd fucked up into him, relentless. Jimin can barely keep his eyes open now, let alone hold himself up, his thighs had been shaking when Jeongguk had had him riding his cock.

"You good?" Jeongguk murmurs, tastes the sweat on Jimin's skin, imagines Jimin covered in his cum, reeking of Jeongguk.

"Good," Jimin replies, little gasps escaping him as Jeongguk continues to fuck his thighs, obscene squelch filling the room. His cock's soft between his legs, but Jeongguk can't help but wrap his hand around it, Jimin's breath catching, painful whine escaping him as Jeongguk rubs the head.

"If you need me to stop, what do you say, Jimin?"

Jimin's body jerks in Jeongguk's hold, hand tightening in his hair. "July 14th."

"Good boy," Jeongguk praises, the rut's heat at bay for the time being. Jimin's never used their safeword in any of his heats or in Jeongguk's previous ruts but Jeongguk knows nothing else would really snap him out of it. He'd proven as much earlier, and the thought squeezes at his heart, his hold on Jimin's thigh tightening. It helped that Jeongguk knew Jimin liked the overstimulation, liked being able to say no but not have Jeongguk stop. The knowledge has him relaxing again, the heat in his belly coiling tighter, right on the edge of release, desperate for some respite.

It doesn't come, Jeongguk's cum spilling out, right between Jimin's thighs. Jimin groans, hand loosening in Jeongguk's hold. Jeongguk pants, frustration welling up as he finds his cock still painfully erect. If he fucks Jimin again, he knows he won't last through it.

"K-keep going," Jimin breathes, as if he can read Jeongguk's mind and it's all he needs, cock burying into Jimin's heat in one quick push. Jimin cries through it, pushing back into Jeongguk as he thrusts into Jimin in earnest, hand still rubbing the head of Jimin's cock. Jeongguk likes the desperate whines Jimin gives him, likes how he gives himself up so easily. All for Jeongguk.

"So good for me," Jeongguk tells him, lifts up Jimin's legs to open him up, pull Jimin down onto his cock faster. Jimin gasps with every thrust in, Jeongguk fucking into him harder, balls slapping against Jimin's ass, Jimin's cock hardening in Jeongguk's hold. The way Jimin sobs, body trembling in Jeongguk's hands, gives away his arousal, slowly building as Jeongguk's cock drags along his prostate. "You gonna come for me, hyung?"

"G-gonna," Jimin rasps, fingers digging into Jeongguk'a forearm as his thumb slides over Jimin's slit, attention focused solely on the sensitive tip. "Wanna ― ah ― c-come for ― "

"You're such a good boy," Jeongguk grunts, relishing Jimin's tight heat, slick dripping down Jeongguk's cock, wet and messy. "So, so good, hyung."

Jimin keens at the praise, and Jeongguk rolls them over, gets Jimin onto his belly. He slips out of Jimin momentarily, stares at Jimin's hole, fucked open, rim swollen and puffy, groaning at the sight. He can't help it, pulls Jimin up onto his knees, mouth eagerly lapping at the cum and slick pooling out of his ass. Before he pulls away, tongue fucking into Jimin just to hear him sob, Jeongguk bites into Jimin's ass, growling. He pushes right back into Jimin seconds later, thumb rubbing over the indentations he's left on Jimin's cheek, satisfaction wrapping around his heart. From there, it's easy, fucking into Jimin, holding him up as his legs shake. Jeongguk wraps his hand around Jimin's cock again, lets Jimin fuck into it, hips jerking forward every time Jeongguk thrusts into him.

"Can't ― Jeon ― Jeongguk, p-please," Jimin cries, and Jeongguk only slams into him harder, wants Jimin to come while he's inside him. Fisting Jimin's cock, Jeongguk angles himself to hit Jimin's sweet spot better, feels the way Jimin's body tightens up, ass clenching as he comes, so so tight around Jeongguk, his own orgasm spilling out of him. Cum oozes past Jeongguk's cock, drips down Jimin's thighs, pooling onto their bed, and Jimin's still shaking, gasping out Jeongguk's name.

Jeongguk's chest heaves, fingers rubbing against Jimin's entrance. Leaning down, Jeongguk lets his head rest against Jimin's back, his knees giving out under him. Jeongguk kisses along Jimin's spine sweetly, cock barely softening before the rut has him hard and ready to go.

It doesn't take long before his mind's clouding up again, the urge to fuck Jimin, claim him as his own, own him, over-riding his exhaustion. He pushes a finger in alongside his cock, rubbing it insistently against Jimin's walls, listens to Jimin's cry before he pulls it out.

"You take everything so good, Jimin. Your cunt's so slutty," he says, pulling out of Jimin before he can scoop him up, get him in his lap. Jimin's head falls back against his shoulder, eyes shut, mouth parted. Jeongguk trails a hand down his chest, avoiding Jimin's cock as he lets his fingers find his hole.