jimin's the quiet one. jungkook's the school playboy.
jimin's confused and hoseok's a great friend.
cliché af.
~also there's smut in some of the chapters so be warned
"...use your hands in my spare time, we've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine..."
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Jimin was completely dumbstruck.
He didn't know what to do, what to say, what to think.
"Heyyy, Jiminie--" Jungkook trailed off and only then Jimin realized how utterly disheveled Jungkook looked. His hair was messy, slightly damp, his cheeks flushed with alcohol, his eyes glinting mischievously in the dim light.
Jungkook was really drunk, Jimin thought, but this still wasn't everything, it still didn't explain his pupils blown wide and his glances that lingered too long on Jimin's lips and his hand which still held onto his wrist possessively, gently pulling Jimin towards him...
Jimin exhaled shakily and perhaps that's the only confirmation Jungkook needed because in the blink of an eye he was on him, their lips crashing, tongue licking the inside of his mouth, tasting, drinking him, claiming him.
Jimin didn't want to stop.
He unconsciously whined when Jungkook pulled back but didn't even have the decency to be ashamed anymore, not when he was there, with him and maybe he was a little drunk, and maybe he wasn't or maybe he was drunk on Jungkook, his smell, his taste, his touch.
He didn't really know, he didn't want to know, he didn't care.
And it seemed like Jungkook was reading his thoughts because he just smirked and pulled Jimin with him upstairs and barged into the first room, locking the door behind them and all but throwing Jimin on the bed.
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The curtains were drawn, the moonlight shining on the walls, on the messy desk, on the floor, on the bed, soft silver engulfing Jimin's naked form, laid on his back as sweat trickled down his stomach.
Jungkook had two fingers knuckles deep inside Jimin, streching him, hearing the other's choked pleas, muffled urging to go faster, come on, hurry up, please, pleasepleaseplease...
Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle, leaning over to press a line of kisses along the fluttering muscles of Jimin's stomach, up to the dip of his collarbones, where he bit and sucked and marked, teeth scraping and nipping at the soft skin while he twisted his fingers just there, making Jimin arch his back sharply, moans and whimpers and curses spilling out.
"Jungkook," Jimin croaked, half-wrecked already, as he pushed back towards the other's fingers furiously "Jungkook, please, oh God, please--"
And who was Jungkook to ignore such a desperate plea?
He hovered over Jimin, pining him to the bed, one knee between his legs as he finally - finally - unbuckled his pants, Jimin consistently tugging at his T-shirt. Jimin didn't care, he wanted it off, he could rip it off right there and then. He wanted to touch, to feel Jungkook's sweat-slick skin, his fluttering muscle, wanted to see him - to feel him - falling apart above him.
Jimin's soft moans filled the room as Jungkook continued teasing him, kitten licks here and there, gently biting the milky skin and then soothing the bruises with butterfly kisses.
He went on like this until Jimin couldn't stand it and Jungkook himself was on edge.
Jungkook pinned Jimin's hands over his head and sinked into his tight heat, grunts and deep moans falling from his lips, adding up to the other's high pitched whines.
After a moment Jungkook started moving and Jimin bit his lip, drawing blood as pleasure overtook him.
He was pushing back desperately, throwing his head back as the other kissed and sucked at his neck, leaving even more bruises all over - Jungkook was filled with triumph at the thought of all the marks he left on Jimin, blue and purple constellations on white skin, just as pretty as the boy himself.
Jimin had gone crazy, the feeling of Jungkook hot and hard inside him making him cry out, scream after scream leaving his red, blood-bitten lips.
His hands wrapped around Jungkook's shoulders, his nails digging in the other's back, drawing blood. He received a satisfied moan and a sharper thrust that had him seeing stars in return.
"Come on, Jungkook, faster, please, harder, ah--" Jimin begged once again, his dignity long forgotten into the haze of pleasure.
Jungkook finally took pity of him and rammed mercilessly into him, angling his hips just so... And Jimin's whole body jolted, an endless stream of 'ah ah ah yes, God, yes' reverberating through the room.
He was so close, he could come just like this, pinned under Jungkook in a stranger's bedroom, screaming his name and loving every second of it.
As if sensing this, Jungkook mouthed at his neck once again, biting at the base and soothing the bruise with his tongue.
"Come on, babe," He rasped, low and seductive and sounding like pure sex "Come for me."
And Jimin did just that, back arching into an almost impossible position, spurts of come shooting between them as he came untouched, his scream echoing from the walls.
"Fuck, shit, Jimin," Jungkook groaned as his own orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, his whole body spasming as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him.
