Chase me, Race me, Taste me

2. Got Yourself A Bad Habit For It

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The sound of the alarm blaring through the room assaults Jungkook's ears but it's soon shut off with a slap of his hand and a groan from Jimin. He shoves the alarm clock a little farther away as if that will stop it from going off again, then plants a light smack to the blonde's thigh before setting it back to work on his ass.

Jimin's legs lie hitched over Jungkook's shoulders, his own shoulders pressed hard into the mattress, lower back propped up on some pillows. A pretty, brown-haired head rests between his legs, tongue delving and curling deep inside him, thumbs sinking into his pink hole to keep him spread wide. Above his head, his hands are cuffed to the headboard of the bed, craving to reach down and tangle in Jungkook's hair, but Jungkook had made a bold claim earlier that he would make Jimin come with just his tongue, meaning Jimin isn't allowed to touch himself.

He has the self control not to even with his hands free, they both just find it significantly hotter to have Jimin restrained. Jungkook is eternally grateful that Jimin seems to have such a kink for his career of choice, always finding new and inventive ways to use the tools of his trade in bed.

Rolling his hips forward, Jimin's head snaps back against the headboard, Jungkook's tongue fucking so deep into him he can't even begin to understand how. "F-fuck, Jungkook, yeah-" His fingers curl, hands clenching into fists, back arching as Jungkook's lips circle around his hole and suck. "Jesus- fuck me, Jungkook, you're s-so good at this."

He swears he can feel Jungkook smile when he says that and he kind of wants to slap him. Jimin is well and ready to admit that Jungkook probably can make him come with just his tongue by now, he just wants Jungkook to prove it. It has nothing to do with who wins the bet anymore, he just really wants to feel what he knows will be an unparalleled orgasm wrack his body when it finally happens.

"G-God, your fucking tongue is-" His words falter and fade into a moan and his hips jerk against Jungkook's face, the officer's hand gripping his thigh now to hold him in place. "I c-could... sit on your f-face for hours, with that tongue f-fucking my ass like th-this- oh my god."

His skull hits the headboard again with a loud thunk, his heels pressing into Jungkook's back.

"Fuck yes, Jungkook, just like that- yeah, make me wet- Fuck, you're so good- Gonna make me c-come-Ah, fuck yeah, Jungkook- I'm- What- What the fuck are you doing? Don't stop."

Jimin's eyes snap down to the other man as he pulls away and he damn near loses it. He's so close. What the fuck is Jungkook thinking? This better not have been his plan all along. Jimin has no fear of going to jail for killing the other man right here and now.

"That's the sixth time we've hit snooze on that damn alarm," Jungkook says, thumbing at his lips, swiping away the saliva there. God, that makes Jimin want to wrench himself free of the handcuffs and ride him until they both come.

"You've been keeping count even with your tongue up my ass?" he asks, waggling his brows. He tries to rut up against Jungkook as he leans forward to undo the cuffs. "I'm impressed."

"I'm gonna be late."

"So what?" Jimin sighs when the metal leaves his wrists. He licks his lips, staring up at Jungkook through hooded eyes, his cock throbbing, aching to be touched. He just wants that tongue or Jungkook's fingers or his cock, anything, in his ass again. Jungkook's not walking away without finishing him off. "Just add that to the list of things that make you bad at your job."

"Hey, I'll have you know I was a great cop before I met you."

"Yeah, I'll believe that when I see you actually arrest someone instead of letting them off with warnings."