Chapter 1: Jikook, rimming
Chapter Text
Jimin rests his head on his arms, eyes shut, skin dewy from his shower. He didn't bother pulling his clothes back on, and the sheets feel nice against his bare skin. He hears Jungkook enter the room, and turns to watch him change into his pajamas, big black shirt loose and comfy.
He notices Jimin staring and smiles, coming over and settling on the bed just behind Jimin, until he can't see him without craning his neck.
Jungkook runs his hands down Jimin's back, fingers firm and gentle. He reaches Jimin's hips and lightly pushes at him until Jimin tucks his knees under him, ass raised.
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin sighs, and Jungkook's touch is magic because he only just started and Jimin's already half-hard. He readjusts until he's more comfortable. He lost the embarrassment at being exposed to Jungkook a long time, and shamelessly arches his back. Jungkook grips him just a little bit harder, spreading him open.
"You're so pretty, hyung."
Jimin laughs.
"Don't talk about my asshole like that." He can't see him but he knows Jungkook is grinning, and the smile might be cocky but the look in his eyes is always so soft.
Jungkook doesn't respond verbally, but he does lean down and kiss the base of Jimin's spine, lips trailing a path over the curve of his ass, taking pauses to suck small red marks, art on Jimin's skin. Jimin shivers in the warmth of the room.
Jimin gasps quietly when Jungkook traces his tongue in a circle around Jimin's hole, licking at the sensitive rim. He alternates between thick, broad strokes just shy of actually touching his entrance, and little teasing flicks over it. Jimin wiggles his hips, asking for more and gets a giggle in return. He's about ready to beg but Jungkook seems to be done teasing him, and readjust his grip on Jimin's before spreading him wider and digging in.
Jungkook covers Jimin's entrance with his mouth and sucks hard, drawing a throaty moan from Jimin. He tongues at his hole before pressing in completely, lapping at Jimin's walls.
Jimin pushes back against Jungkook's face, fingers curled in the sheets. He groans when Jungkook pulls back to lick at his rim again, dipping in shallowly. Jimin shudders when Jungkook gently and lightly bites as the sensitive skin, never enough to hurt.
He lets go of one of Jimin's hips and brings a finger to his entrance, hooking it in and opening him up. Jungkook searches for a moment until he gets the right angle to press the finger onto Jimin's prostate, pushing his tongue back in at the same time, drawing a quiet cry from Jimin.
"Jungkook- oh, fuck, yes," Jimin pants, spreading his knees so that he has enough room to get his hand underneath him and wrap it around his cock. Jungkook rubs circles over the sensitive nerves and hums, the vibrations tangible against Jimin's skin.
He moves his hand faster, twisting around the head of his cock on each stroke. He clenches up and Jungkook doubles his efforts, alternating between sucking and licking, determined to get Jimin off.
Jimin comes into his hand with a shuddery gasp, and whines at Jungkook when he doesn't stop until Jimin stops shaking. He drops on last kiss on Jimin's spit-slick entrance before sitting back. He slides Jimin's knees from under him and pats his ass.
"Fuck," Jimin pants, "how are you so good at that?"
Jungkook laughs.
"How can I not be? I have the most perfect ass in the world to practice on."
