PRINCE

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Jimin's head shot in Jungkook's direction. "Jungkook."

He didn't react, instead pretended that he didn't even hear him. "Jungkook!" He whisper-shouted.

Jungkook finally turned his head to look at Jimin, his face holding a look he couldn't quite decipher. "What?" He asked blandly, tilting his head.

"What are you.."

Jungkook cut him off, placing a finger to Jimin's lips before returning back to the movie.

Jimin was about to protest before Jungkook's fingers faintly tapped at his bulge, making him gasp. "W-What!" He exclaimed, eyes enlarged.

Jungkook clicked his tongue at the feel of Jimin's hard length in his fingertips. "How pathetic." He scoffed.

Jimin's cheeks crimsoned at the embarrassment. "Jungkook w-why-"

Jungkook pressed at his bulge harder this time. "Quiet." He warned, eyes dark.

Jimin's heart almost skipped a beat. Taking a harsh gulp, he gradually switched his gaze to the TV.

Jungkook retreated his hand from his shorts, and Jimin had to forcefully restrain himself from whimpering out loud at the lack of friction.

"J-Jungkook?" Jimin whispered wobbly, hoping he'd understand his discomfort.

Jimin frowned at the lack of response. They'd come this far, so there was not much regret nor hesitance when he did what he did next.

He grabbed Jungkook's palm and pushed it onto his lower region, moaning unobtrusively at the foreign feel of his big hand cupping his dick.

Jungkook scoffed, before brutally pressing his fingers into Jimin's clothed slit. "Don't be impatient." He growled lowly.

Jimin whimpered submissively, feeling more turned on at the firm and aggressive tone.

He finally slipped a hand into his tight grey boxer briefs, coming in contact with Jimin's burning, bare skin. Jimin tried his best not to let out a wail as he felt Jungkook stroke his length in a painfully slow manner.

He couldn't help but throw his head back and thrust his hips up slightly at the sensation.

"I said don't be fucking impatient." Jungkook spoke violently into his ear, abruptly ramming a finger into Jimin's hole and making him jolt forward with a strangled cry.

All eyes made it onto him. Jimin just blushed deeply, "S-Sorry. I uh, the movie's making me laugh."

Jimin turned to the TV screen, and saw all the characters crying at a funeral.

"What the fuck?"

"I... j-just kidding?" He stammered.

Jungkook chuckled, discreetly moving his hand back to Jimin's length, concluding that the teasing was enough.

The other members just shrugged and went back to the TV. Jimin looked around the room regardless to ensure everyones focus had returned to the screen. He sighed in relief upon discovering that they all were - all but one. His blood ran cold and he gasped softly.

Taehyung who was on the far end of the room was staring at Jimin intensely, eyes darkened.

Jimin swallowed hastily, could he see what Jungkook was currently doing under the blanket to him?

He kept staring at Taehyung until Jungkook forced his chin in his direction. "Eyes on me, babe. I'm the one doing it, not him." Jimin just gulped severely.

What the fuck.

So, Jungkook is aware that Taehyung is watching?

His thoughts were promptly halted as he felt Jungkook's pace increase at his shaft, pumping at a much more accelerated pace than before.

Jimin felt a tingling sensation in his lower regions. He dropped his head down shamelessly, a hand over his mouth to contain his moans.

"J-Jungkook.." He cried softly, quickly burying his face into his neck.

"That's not my name, babe. It's master to you."

Jimin's cheeks darkened. It hurt his ego to say this, but he only had one objective in mind, and that was to come.

He choked on his words, "M-" he started, cringing in humiliation at his words, "M-Master.. I'm about.. I-I think I'm going to.."

The urge to come was getting intolerable, his voice hitched and he felt himself about to release his fluids onto Jungkook's palm.

Jungkook silenced him before halting all actions for the second time - but unlike before, he completely removed his hand from Jimin's pants.

Jimin's head shot in his direction almost spontaneously, lips parted in confusion.

"K-Kookie?" He asked in a small voice.

Jungkook leaned into his ear, "That's all you're getting for now, babe. You were being such a naughty boy earlier, raising your voice at me like that? Now that I think about it, I don't even think you deserved that much attention, whore." Jimin gulped, gaze fixed on his lips as he spoke, "Besides, I don't think Taehyung is too pleased with you at the moment." He chuckled darkly, before proceeding back to watching the movie as if nothing happened.

Jimin's jaw dropped. He quickly peered over at Taehyung and saw him stare back with the same, emotionless eyes that he's come to know and love - except there's an even more of a darker undertone accompanying it. He looks...mad..?

No, not mad. He looks fucking furious.

Regardless, he huffed in disbelief, crossing his arms and feeling the ache down there slowly increase. The discomfort started becoming unendurable so he stood up abruptly, cheeks coloured and lips parted.

"Guys.. I-I'm quite sleepy now, I'm going to bed now.. uh, yeah. Goodnight." Jimin said stiffly, noticing Jungkook smirk and Taehyung's bland expression.

"That's alright. Goodnight then, Jiminie." Yoongi said, waving him off.

He hurried upstairs into his room, slamming the door behind him and attempting to sleep it off.

Except... he couldn't sleep.

He thought of anything and everything, from grandmas in thongs to girls.

Nothing was helping.

He sat up with a pained grunt, figuring it was best to tend to the predicament rather than to disregard it. He wandered to the bathroom and got a towel, laying it down on the bed and sitting over it.

He carefully took off his shorts and soaked boxers, tossing them to the side. He stared at his throbbing bulge, cupping it with his small hands and squeezing it. He let out a soft gasp and fell back onto his bed.

He flipped over and lay on his stomach, burying his head in his pillow, moaning at the friction of the rough towel against his sensitive member.

He rolled his hips slowly, getting increasingly faster each time until he was basically hammering into his bed.

He finally flipped back around and brought a shaking hand to his upper garments, lifting it up in the process. His index finger and thumb went to caress his nipple, making him jolt up at the strange sensation, only to make him fondle it harder.

He took his other hand to his shaft and began pumping it to the same rhythm, feeling his high approaching intensely.

He worked harder, faster, stronger until he felt a familiar burning sensation in his lower regions.

He flung his head back and moaned as silently as he could, releasing all of his liquids onto the towel. By now, he was gasping harshly and his vision was clouded with tears.

He gingerly got off of the bed, picking up the towel and chucking it into his laundry basket.

He detected noise and looked over to his door.

He could've sworn his door was closed.