Jimin X Jungkook smut and fluff one shots - JIKOOK

*An Officer and His detective*

Bottom!Jimin, Top!JK

Jimin needed to cum.

His leaking boner pushed painfully against his trousers as he sat at his desk, there were 10 more minutes and then he could take his lunch break.

He would go to the bathroom, turn on some porn on his phone and wank quietly in the stalls.

Classy, he knows.

The reasoning behind all of this struggling?

A relatively new officer, Jeon Jungkook, a couple years younger than Jimin, about 19/20. Hot as a demon with an amazing smile to break your heart.

Jimin looked down from where he'd been eyefucking the new officer.

He'd imagined taking all of his clothes off and slowly kissing every inch of his beautiful, pale skin. He'd imagined his moans as he'd take him in his mouth, the whines of the officer at Jimin's actions when he told him to wait to cum. The officer's struggle at keeping quiet in the bathroom stall they had decided to fuck in.

Jimin imagined various scenarios of this hot and desperate fuck, in one they'd been caught by a coworker, who had then got on their knees and helped finish them off; in another they'd both been fired for their noises. And in another they continued doing it for weeks, everyday the officer would be wearing different panties for Jimin to tear off quickly, soon arriving at his destination.

Jimin preferred this one.

Jimin was a closeted gay, nobody knew at work, not even his best friend. This made matters worse because once this friend, Namjoon, had found out about his 'problem' this morning, had taken it upon himself to work out who had caused it. Asking Jimin every three seconds which female coworker who had caused his 'problem'.

Jimin's horniness was reaching unknown levels once Jungkook had bent over to retrieve a pen he'd clumsily dropped, giving Jimin a perfect view of his perfect ass.

Jimin was so fucking horny, he quickly looked at himself in his monitor's black and reflecting screen. His eyes were fully dilated with lust, his face was flushed and his bright red hair was greasily pushed back past his forehead; this was because of the number of times he'd needed to pull it to conceal a moan at Jungkook's sexy actions.

He looked like a mess.

8 minutes.

Jimin picked up his pen to at least look like he was working, looking down at the case file that had just been delivered to his desk he opened it and scanned the page, a girl had been stabbed to death by the side of a club last night. They had the murder weapon which was going through a DNA scan and the girl's body was being checked over for signs of struggle. There was little Jimin could do until the murder weapon came back with the DNA results.

He sat back and looked around.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Jimin shoved a hand in his hair to stop from moaning loudly and breathed through his nose quickly.

Jungkook was just sat there.

Sexy as fucking ever.

On Jimin's desk.

Jimin tried to keep his voice as steady as possible, "Can I help you officer?" He breathes, his voice was steady but his busan dialect had heavily impacted on his words. His natural busan dialect only came through when he was angry or horny, as most accents do.

Right now he was hornier than ever and the reason was prettily sat right on his desk. Jungkook looked surprised at the heavy satoori and smirked.

Fucking hell.