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“i scored three goals at the game in busan last saturday.” jungkook says, cocky smirk on his face. jimin remains quiet, taking a sip of his drink. “it’s called a hat trick when you score three goals in one game. it’s, uh… it’s pretty rare.”

jimin leans his shoulders back against the dingy gray couch, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the clear show of arrogance. he idly glances around the dark, noisy room to take stock of all the people still here. jimin detests house parties, yet here he sits entertaining some dickhead jock for no reason other than to get his pussy eaten. he refuses to dwell on his multitude of issues, saves them for another time.

“can’t be all that rare then, can it? i mean, if some measly college player like you can do it…” jimin’s voice stays light and playful, like his words weren’t expressly chosen to anger jungkook.

“no, it’s rare. i’m just that good.” jungkook asserts, puffing out his shoulders and cocking his head to the side. he downs the rest of his beer and sits his empty bottle on the floor next to his feet. the red flush painting his cheeks only grows stronger as the minutes pass.

“if you say so,” jimin says, clearly unconvinced. he looks away uninterested, legs crossed neatly in his tight leather pants.

“have you ever been to one of our games before?” jungkook asks.

“nope.” jimin pops the ‘p’ obnoxiously when he speaks. his heavily lidded eyes shoot jungkook a dark look. “i would hope you’d remember seeing someone as ravishing as me in the crowds.”

“trust me, i would. it’s impossible to forget a face as pretty as yours. i’d remember,” jungkook retorts with confidence. his speaks clumsily, slowly leaning closer into jimin’s personal space. his breath smells strongly of alcohol.

“just a pretty face? what a shame,” jimin says with a sigh. he traces his finger along the rim of the red solo cup he nursed for the whole night. his blood alcohol level dwindles far too low to keep giving this fuckboy his precious time.

jungkook comes in closer until his thigh presses to jimin’s. he turns so that his chest brushes against jimin’s bare shoulder, firm and warm. the heavy look in his eyes conveys precisely what his next moves will entail, intentions abundantly clear. jimin holds his breath and waits.

“fuck no,” jungkook says with far too much gumption. his eyes bore into jimin’s with every word he speaks. “definitely not just a pretty face, pretty fucking everything. you’re… your body is sexy as hell. all of you—everything—is sexy as hell, face and body and personality. i mean, shit.”

“guess i’m just the whole package then, huh?” jimin raises an eyebrow and smirks.

“hell yeah, hottest guy i’ve ever seen.” jungkook replies quickly, enthusiastic.

“have you seen a lot of guys?” jimin asks, amused.

“so fucking many,” jungkook blurts out. the weight of his chest presses harder on jimin’s shoulder, too drunk to control his own body. “half, uh… half the population, right? they’re everywhere, fucking school and grocery stores and movie theaters. i see guys everywhere i go! see a new team full of ‘em every goddamn week!”

jimin wishes he could deny the pure amusement jungkook brings him. listening to him talk sustains his search for mindless mental stimulation to avoid having a singular coherent thought, no need for endless scrolling on social media or a constant string of videos playing in the background for every moment of his life. jungkook brings him satisfaction, the only reason he allows him in his presence at the current moment.

jimin nods. jungkook speaks the truth, though his point remains one of the dumbest things to ever grace jimin’s ears. jungkook—admittedly the epitome of jimin’s type—perfectly showcases drunken bravery.

“but you know what?” jungkook asks, voice turning low and deep. jimin becomes acutely aware of the shrinking population inside the house, less and less people sitting in the dark living room around them.

“what?” jimin asks, eyebrow raised.

“seen thousands of guys—a fucking million, maybe—none of ‘em even come close to how sexy you are.”

“i know.” jimin deadpans, completely serious. jungkook speaks no word of a lie; jimin knows it.

jungkook’s hand slowly climbs onto jimin’s leather clad thigh, inching up until it rests dangerously close to his crotch. jimin’s breath catches in his throat and he decides at that moment that the night must end. his little night of fun runs out now. the late night hour beckons him home.

“l-let me take you home, back to my place. i have my own apartment and it’s nice as fuck.” jungkook requests, breath hot on jimin’s face. his body more than invades jimin’s personal space at this point. “i’ll show you a nice time, make you feel so fucking good.”

“oh,” jimin breathes out dramatically. he tilts his head back in laughter, eyes crinkling as he laughs. he makes a show of it, arrogance only deterred by degradation. “you thought i was feeling you?”

jimin pushes jungkook’s hand off of his thigh as he rises to his feet, still gripping his half empty cup of vodka cranberry. he watches as jungkook stumbles in search of his warmth, reaction delayed from his drunken stupor. an emptiness glazes his eyes as he looks up at jimin.

“huh?” jungkook mumbles. his brow furrows, jaw dropped open. strands of his dark hair fall onto his forehead. “you… you weren’t? i thought—“

“i'm tired and you’re embarrassingly drunk. try again next time.” jimin winks at jungkook before he walks out of the room, gaining a deep satisfaction from the look of shock and awe on his face.

jimin refuses to be disappointed, trusts that patience eventually pays off. he senses jungkook’s pure determination and knows that this little toy fits him perfectly.

jimin always gets what he wants.

only two weeks pass before jimin drags himself back to a house party off campus.

the house, located a few blocks from the previous one, greatly resembles every house party ever. dark enough that the sins of night are hidden in the shadows, music and voices booming to the point that no one hears each other, and crowded with people in every inch of space. some disgusting mixture of alcohol and bodily fluids create puddles on the floor. everywhere the eye glances people are dry humping each other in the name of dancing or shoving their tongues down someone’s throat. the joys of being a college student.

jimin’s mind remains focused on his simple goal: getting his pussy eaten, preferably by jungkook.

guys and gals alike stop him to talk, eager to learn more about the elusive park jimin. everyone wants a piece, yet none of them can have one. jimin—selective and hard to please—finds no interest in these boring guys who only think with their dicks, guaranteeing a pump and dump where they last for a total of 36 seconds without making him come once. jimin swore off foul, mediocre one night stands a long time ago. he greedily seeks his own pleasure, nothing more.

jimin sits on a loveseat in one of the back rooms of the house, furthest from the obnoxious commotion going on in the main room. he drinks plenty, enough to feel the fire igniting in his stomach as the flames flicker through his veins until his whole body heats. with his bare legs crossed in his little mini skirt, he sits and he waits.

jimin never chases after anyone. they come to him, jungkook not an exception.

“jimin?”

he looks up to see jungkook standing in the doorway of the dark room, broad chest exposed from how many buttons he left undone on his shirt. his dark hair hangs messily from his forehead, eyes boring into jimin like he can’t believe the sight in front of him. he smiles, something like butterflies dance in jimin’s stomach.

“jungkook?” jimin replies, looking at him with big eyes. he speaks innocently, feigning surprise. “you’re here?”

“yeah,” jungkook nods. he walks into the room, looking around at the few other people sitting around. “this is my frat’s party, remember?”

“unfortunately, i don’t.” jimin replies honestly. jungkook talked a lot last time, impossible for him to remember everything he said.

“i just got here, was going to grab something to drink in the kitchen. you want anything?” jungkook asks as he steps back towards the doorway, eyes glued on jimin.

jimin ponders it over for a second, teetering on the edge of drunk already. he handles his liquor well, figures he can tank a little more. if anything, jungkook will benefit from jimin’s alcohol intake more than he will. he nods.

“sure,” jimin says. “something sweet.”

jungkook rushes out of the room eagerly and jimin briefly smiles to himself. he returns after a couple of minutes with two red cups in his hands. he sits down right beside jimin, no hesitation or asking for permission. he makes himself at home and jimin likes his brazenness.

“here you go,” jungkook says as he hands him the cup in his left hand. “coconut rum and orange juice, i think. i don’t fucking know. some girl in the kitchen said it was good.”

“mmm, it’s nice.” jimin says with a hum after taking a big gulp. the drink burns his throat as he swallows it.

“yeah? is it sweet?” jungkook asks with a low voice, dark eyes scanning over jimin’s face.

“it is.” jimin nods. he looks over at jungkook and notices the red staining his cheeks, eyes already shiny. “what are you drinking?”

“vodka,” jungkook answers after looking down at his cup. he chuckles. “did like f-five shots in the kitchen.”

jungkook loves to talk and jimin loves to let him. not because he particularly cares about what jungkook says, but because he finds the effort endearing. jungkook valiantly attempts to entertain and woo jimin more than anyone else ever tries. he speaks first, makes moves second. jimin appreciates that.

they sit in the back room and talk for hours. jimin grows entranced with jungkook’s words and stories as he becomes more and more drunk. the people in the room around them slowly filter out, leaving them alone. jungkook gradually gets closer until their shoulders touch, jimin sober enough to notice but drunk enough to not care. he knows what he wants, thinks jungkook will give it to him.

“we run so fucking much. live, sleep, breathe, cardio. i have stamina from the gods, never get tired.” jungkook says, jimin’s head turned on the cushion behind him to look at jungkook.

“s’what they all say,” jimin says as he rolls his eyes. “what good is it if you can run for 3 hours straight when your dick only lasts half a minute?”

“who the fuck only lasts half a minute? don’t insult me like that,” jungkook retorts with annoyance. he turns to speak, their faces impossibly close. “i go three minutes at least.”

“oh my god,” jimin says with a groan. he giggles at jungkook’s words, too amused with something so simple.

“i’m joking!” jungkook declares, eyes boring into jimin’s. “don’t… don’t take that seriously. i have stamina of steel. in… in every way.”

“every way?” jimin questions, eyebrow raised. desire simmers in his belly.

“yeah.”

jungkook’s eyes flicker down jimin’s body, the action too obvious to ignore. he pauses over jimin’s bare midriff that peeks out from under his crop top. he stares the longest at jimin’s crotch and upper thighs. his skirt sits dangerously high, riding up throughout the night until his bare pussy almost shows.

he slides his hand onto jimin’s leg, fingers dipping close to the apex of his inner thigh. his hot and heavy touch burns into jimin’s clammy skin. his heart pounds and breathing quickens, wetness forming in his core. jungkook’s heavy eyes say everything his mouth doesn’t. he swallows, licking his lips as he comes even closer and the tips of their noses almost brush together.

“prove it,” jimin whispers.

“i will,” jungkook says breathily. his grip on jimin’s thigh tightens. “come home with me and i’ll fuck you better than anyone else ever has. fuck you until you’re crying, begging for me to come.”

“but that’s the problem,” jimin replies quietly, lidded eyes fluttering at jungkook. his chest heaves with his anticipation. “i don’t need to go home with you to get what i want.”

“what do you want?” jungkook asks, more of a growl than anything.

“i want you to eat my pussy.” jimin says, straightforward. his obscenity filter long since disappeared. “want you to taste me, suck on my clit, fuck me with your tongue until i drip down your chin.”

“i’ll do it all. i’ll do anything you want, just come with me.” jungkook replies, eager and desperate.

jimin shakes his head, the combination of the fire in his veins and arousal coursing through him too much to bear. he wants jungkook and he wants him now. he spreads his legs the slightest bit, jungkook’s hand slipping down lower at the movement. jimin slides his hips forward.

“do it now,” jimin whispers breathlessly.

“h-here?” jungkook asks, eyes wide.

“yeah. pretty boys like me don’t wait.” jimin says. his hips keep sliding forward until jungkook’s fingers press against the growing wetness between his legs. “that’s all you big, dumb jocks are good for, right? your pathetic cocks are no good, but your mouths work just fine.”

“jimin…”

“you don’t want to?” jimin asks, impatient and wound tight enough to burst.

“i do.” jungkook rushes to say. his chest presses to jimin’s side. “i want you so fucking bad.”

“show me then. show me how good you can eat my pussy. don’t waste my time.”

jungkook stays still for another minute, silence falling between them as they stare darkly into each other’s eyes. the room only contains them, but people could walk by at any moment. jimin likes it, likes knowing that people might pass through and catch sight of the star of the soccer team down on his knees as he sucks on jimin’s pussy. wetness pools between his legs.

jimin refuses to wait for anything ever, the concept nothing more than disrespect for someone as divine as him. he gets what he wants when he wants it or he finds someone else to complete the job. he leaves worrying about things like selfishness and conceit to those weaker minded than him. the world naturally revolves around jimin and he enjoys it.

he finds himself wanting to nudge jungkook on the shoulder to get him moving, but any show of eagerness displays desperation and jimin refuses to let anyone think of him so lowly. jungkook moves on his own accord before jimin gets frustrated, broad shoulders slowly moving forward while his dark eyes gaze into jimin’s. the world around them ceases to exist when jungkook finally slinks to the floor, knees pressed to the filthy ground at jimin’s feet.

oh, what a glorious sight.

jimin swallows, desire and arousal so thick in his veins that his pussy throbs in anticipation. jungkook looks up at him with a heady stare, eyes big and glimmering. time freezes for a beat, the two of them hypnotized by the tension between them. he crawls closer, hands climbing up jimin’s legs until they grip his knees. jimin’s breath forcefully expels from his lungs when jungkook swiftly jerks him forward, his ass on the edge of the couch. jimin’s barely tall enough to keep himself steady, shoulders hunched forward with his elbows digging into the cushions beneath him for purchase. his head bends to look down at jungkook.

“of course you have a pretty pussy too,” jungkook says with drunken awe.

jimin’s legs spread enough that his bare, smooth flesh graces the open air. his skirt bunches up around his waist, eyes watching with rapt attention as jungkook hooks his hands under the back of his knees and pushes forward in one fluid motion. his innermost parts drip with need as his body lays exposed for jungkook’s eyes.

“lemme guess,” jungkook mumbles lowly, breath hitting jimin’s waiting heat as he talks. “it tastes sweet like fucking candy. dunno if that’s possible but—“

“why don’t you find out?” jimin asks, voice low and breathy from how hard his chest heaves. “and do it right.”

jungkook dives in and licks a fat stripe up jimin’s pussy, no prelude or teasing. the tip of his tongue dips inside, quickly moving upwards to cover everything. his wide, flattened tongue swipes up to his clit, barely brushing over it before he pulls back.

“fucking s-soaked. just dripping, oh my god. wet as a goddamn—“

a barely contained moan slips from jimin’s lips when jungkook plunges in for more. his hot mouth attaches to jimin’s pussy, tongue messily gliding over his lips and between his folds and over his entrance. jungkook’s movements start messy and uncoordinated, no rhyme or reason to his madness. he nips and licks and sucks at jimin’s soaked flesh, hands tightly gripping the backs of his knees to keep him spread wide open.

just having jungkook’s mouth on him makes jimin’s stomach wind tighter, brain clouded from the mixture of alcohol and pleasure. he squeezes his eyes shut and enjoys the bliss coursing through his body. the combination of wetness from his needy pussy and jungkook’s mouth create a tsunami of fluids that drip down to his ass.

jimin’s pussy operates on one simple basis, stimulate his clit and he comes almost instantly. forget some intricate process that involves particular strokes of movement inside his pussy combined with specific rhythmic touches to his clit all while fondling his nipples and kissing his neck. some people need all of that and they should get it. jimin, however, needs nothing more than a little clit action to bring him to the precipice of ultimate pleasure.

he lets jungkook play around for a while, testing the waters as he gets to know jimin’s body. his patience wanes quickly, not allowing just anyone the privilege of his glorious body often leaves him wound up and sexually frustrated. he ruts his hips against jungkook’s tongue as he laps at jimin’s pussy entrance, obscene squelching noises filling the air. the music booms, but jimin only hears the filthy chorus of sounds produced by jungkook’s mouth. his body heats all over, fire burning incessantly at his core.

“jungkook,” jimin calls, too high strung to wait any longer. he looks up at him with glazed eyes, but continues his ministrations. “you’ve had your fun, now make me come.”

“all this talk about stamina but… but you can’t even handle a few minutes of my mouth without whining. i see how it is,” jungkook retorts.

any other time, clear minded and sober, jimin would tell jungkook to fuck off and never talk to him again. he should treat the chance to please jimin like this as a blessed gift from the heavens, not use his eager mouth to spew useless bullshit. regardless of the truth of the statement, jimin tolerates no disrespect. toys make themselves useful without unnecessary blabbering. right now—drunk and quite fond of jungkook’s presence—jimin lets it slide.

“my stamina isn’t the one that matters when i can easily come ten times in a row without bitching about it.” jimin retorts with annoyance.

“well if my stamina is the one in question, you’d come ten fucking times before i finished once. cock or… or fingers or m-mouth, doesn’t matter.” jungkook snaps back, testing jimin’s dwindling patience.

“big talk for a guy who can’t even make me come once,” jimin replies. a squeak falls from his lips as his head flies back into the pillow from the force of jungkook’s hands pulling forward, face diving into his pussy with determination.

jungkook needs no lesson on pussy eating, mouth attaching to jimin’s clit without further instruction. jimin pants as jungkook sucks the nub into his mouth, tongue stroking it over and over with short, fast motions. he reaches down and tangles his hands in jungkook’s hair, pulling tightly as the pleasure grows and grows until his veins catch fire under the mind-numbing sensation.

“o-oh, fuck,” jimin whines breathlessly. he pushes jungkook’s face into his throbbing heat, unable to control himself or his desperation. “feels so… oh, so good.”

with jungkook’s hot, skilled mouth working over his clit, jimin’s release builds faster. his hole clenches around nothing as he ruts against jungkook’s mouth. everything around them fades, unable to focus on anything other than his impending peak. jimin’s eyes fly open, thrill coursing through him as he notices someone walking by the room. their eyes open wide, stride stuttering as they watch jungkook on his knees while he devours jimin’s pussy.

jimin comes without warning, jungkook sucking and licking his clit until his vision goes white and he gasps for breath. he whines high-pitched and loud, tugging on jungkook’s hair as he loses himself in his euphoria. his body collapses into the cushions, muscles too weak to hold him up any longer. jungkook keeps going even after jimin comes, laving over his pussy hole as it clenches and wetness drips from it.

“oh god,” jimin squeaks, fighting with the urge to stay here all night and let jungkook eat him out until he cries. “f-fuck.”

jungkook’s lips make wet smacking sounds against jimin’s skin, kissing his delicate flesh so softly that it feels wrong. he licks and sucks at jimin’s pussy relentlessly, burying his face in his folds and holding his hips still with a vice grip. jimin squirms, using his hands to forcefully push him off. even in his drunken state, jimin refuses to indulge too much. he wants to leave jungkook yearning for more, desperate enough to come crawling back again and again.

“was it good?” jungkook rasps, crawling up jimin’s body and pressing their fronts together. his hot breath fans against jimin’s neck. “get what you wanted? pussy leaked like a fucking fountain, feel so hydrated i think i’m sobering up.”

“hmm, yeah.” jimin replies, slowly coming down from his high. “it was alright.”

“bullshit,” jungkook says with a growl. “your pretty little moans showed exactly how good i made you feel, pussy throbbing in my mouth.”

“talk about dramatic,” jimin rolls his eyes.

jungkook’s jeans rub harshly against jimin’s bare pussy, legs still spread as jungkook lays against him. his hard cock tents in the stiff fabric as he ruts against jimin. he quickly grows sober as the seconds tick past, not drunk enough to humor jungkook any longer.

“let me fuck you,” jungkook whispers into his ear as he thrusts his hips against jimin’s. “make you feel even better, feel so fucking good. let me show you. i’ll make you come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop.”

“no,” jimin whispers back.

he wastes no time pushing jungkook off of him, clumsily stumbling to his feet with weak knees and hazy vision. he pauses, pulling his skirt back down around his ass then fiddles with his shirt with shaky fingers. he brushes down his blonde hair before turning back for one last look at jungkook.

jungkook gapes up at him, eyes glued to his every movement. his mouth hangs open as he breathes heavily, body flung out on the couch haphazardly. too many thoughts rush through jimin’s mind, none of his witty remarks sounding good enough for the situation. he enjoyed his time with jungkook, secretly hopes that he sticks around for more.

“g-guess i was right, huh? useless dicks but you know how to use your mouth.” jimin says as he stares down at jungkook with lidded eyes. “you’re welcome for the meal.”

jimin uses every remaining brain cell in his head to round his shoulders, head held high as he struts out of the back room and through the house. the wetness between his legs serves as a glaring reminder of how successful his plight went, thighs squeezed tightly the whole ride back to his apartment.

if jimin fucks himself with a dildo as soon as he gets home—thoughts of jungkook racing through his mind—no one needs to know.

much to jimin’s delight, jungkook slowly learns his place as a venue of pleasure for jimin and stops asking for more.

jimin never took on such a daunting project before, initially unsure if his efforts would return fruitless. sure, he fucked around sometimes, but only in the first year of university. he quickly understood that these guys only cared about getting their dicks wet and never gave a fuck about him or his pleasure. he kept trying, so young and naive. he hoped that the right guy would appear and blow his mind with ethereal, life changing sex. that—of course—never happened.

over the summer before his sophomore year, jimin swore off sex altogether. how unfair that those guys got to experience his magnificent body, only for him to end up without a single ounce of gratification every time. it quickly grew into an ordeal. jimin’s existence transformed into a twisted game, everyone attempting to challenge him and ‘win’ him over by successfully luring him into their beds. it never worked. jimin—if nothing else—possesses inhuman self control. once the decision gets made, he never gives in.

now in his last year of school, jimin developed his own way to get what he wants and nothing more. he sometimes graces certain guys with his presence, choosing carefully to find someone worthy of his time. no one ever rose to his level until now. jungkook—eager to please and oozing with desperation for jimin’s attention—morphs into the most wonderful little pet.

their escapades continue. jimin winds up attending parties more often over the next couple of months, unable to keep himself away when it ensures he comes home thoroughly satisfied. he notoriously denies giving credit when due, refusing to stoke the flames of some asshole not worth a dime. jungkook proves difficult in that regard because… well, his mouth works like a fine tuned machine to pull orgasm after orgasm from jimin’s pussy. he can’t deny jungkook’s skill and talent no matter how badly he wants to, not to himself anyway.

“hey,” jungkook says with a low voice, hand attaching to jimin’s hip the moment he gets close enough. they walk through the crowded house, packed with people everywhere. “s’late. didn’t know if you were gonna come.”

“wasn’t going to but…” jimin shrugs his shoulders. his dangly earrings brush against his neck and goosebumps erupt across his skin.

“changed your mind?” jungkook asks, dark eyes staring intensely at jimin’s face.

“i’m here, aren’t i?” jimin replies, following as jungkook leads him through the house.

they stop in the kitchen and jimin takes a few shots of vodka, just enough to get him feeling it and not get blasted off his ass. people pack like sardines into every room and jimin loathes it. he prefers to stay on the outskirts or sit somewhere, quickly growing annoyed as they walk through rooms with no space whatsoever. he already regrets his choice to come here, cursing himself for his neediness.

“sorry, too many fucking people. i don’t… there’s not really anywhere for us to go.” jungkook says apologetically, standing beside jimin in the corner of a back room.

“why exactly are there so many people here tonight? did i miss some holiday or something? what the fuck?” jimin asks. the warmth in his chest slowly spreads until it bursts in his veins, feeling the way his body and mind relax under the effects of the alcohol.

“big game earlier today,” jungkook says with a smirk. “everyone always wants to join since game days have the wildest parties.”

“did you win?” jimin asks, curious.

“always,” jungkook grins, chest puffing up obnoxiously. he pulls jimin closer to his side, bodies pressed together in the tight space.

“are you going to celebrate?” jimin asks, eyes glancing around the room to see god awful dancing and way too many people making out. “you’re the big star of the team. don’t you wanna do something crazy? get high as fuck and do a backflip off the roof or some shit?”

“oh, i’m gonna celebrate alright. just not like that.” jungkook whispers, voice deep in jimin’s ear.

“oh?” jimin replies, taking a deep breath. his belly tingles, sparks dancing through his core. “what’s your plan, then? because i can think of something off the top of my head that would serve as a nice reward.”

jungkook holds jimin’s gaze for a beat. they stare at each other, jungkook’s fingers warm on jimin’s skin. people laugh and sing around them, neither of them paying it any attention. jungkook makes a coughing sound in the back of his throat and starts laughing. his big smile makes his eyes crinkle and jimin smiles the tiniest bit.

“really? you’re fucking unbelievable,” jungkook says with a hint of fondness. “that’s my reward? eating your pussy? sounds more like your reward.”

“what’s the difference? your reward is that you get the privilege of rewarding me. it’s not like just anyone gets to do that.” jimin says with confidence. he thinks it over for a second and decides to offer a little treat. “but… how about i sweeten it up a bit?”

“yeah?” jungkook asks with wide, dark eyes.

“mhm,” jimin nods. he bats his eyelashes at jungkook, mustering up his sweetest expression. “you eat my pussy and as your reward, you can jerk yourself off while you do it.”

“deal!” jungkook replies, excitement and eagerness in his voice.

“i thought so,” jimin says.

“want one more thing,” jungkook replies. his hot breath fans across jimin’s neck and makes him shiver. “give me your number.”

jimin stands there for a moment, stumped. he processes the request and contemplates it. no one ever gets jimin’s number, strictly reserving it for his closest friends. he finds that it sounds okay, jungkook never giving him any reason to doubt him. skipping parties and meeting jungkook on his own terms actually sounds great.

“give me your phone,” jimin replies, all the confirmation jungkook needs. he pulls his phone out of his pocket so quickly that he drops it on the floor. jimin chuckles.

“hell yeah!” jungkook smiles when jimin gives him his phone back and he sees the new contact on the screen.

“i swear to god, i’ll block you so fast if you annoy me.” jimin says seriously. “if you even think about sharing it with anyone—“

“never, i promise. i would never do that.” jungkook replies.

it takes an excruciatingly long hour of them standing around and killing time before they both get their rewards.

they slink into the bathroom since the party only gets busier as the night grows later. jimin plops his bare ass on the counter, legs spread for jungkook to easily access his pussy. he gets down on his knees, cock free from the confines of his jeans as he attaches his mouth to jimin’s heat.

jimin moans and whines far too loudly, unable to hold back when he feels so mind blowingly good. jungkook absolutely devours his pussy, fucking his tongue into him for a bit before he finally sucks jimin’s clit into his mouth. jimin ends up coming three times before jungkook busts his load all over his own hand.

jungkook walks jimin out of the house with a hand splayed across his back, watching from the steps as jimin gets into his taxi. he texts jimin that same night asking if he arrived home safely and jimin’s heart swells in his chest.

unsurprising to jimin, rumors spread across campus about his involvement with jungkook.

he sees them on social media, their school’s gossip forum exploding with rumors about how the two of them secretly started dating or discussing jungkook’s dick game since he somehow managed to bag jimin. people talk—as people do—about something they know absolutely nothing about, considering themselves experts on something so ridiculously unimportant.

for the first time since he arrived here, jimin lets it go.

in the past, he quickly dispelled rumors. he refused to let assholes lie on his name, tarnishing his reputation while building their own. he may not possess money or intelligence, instead he gains power through his status. hell would freeze over before he allowed them to drag him down to their level.

jungkook—whether true or not—feels different to jimin. he holds just as much status as jimin in their school, if not more. the star soccer player—renowned throughout korea—upholds his own prominence. the rumors serve as a reputation boost for both of them so jimin pays them no mind, allowing their fellow classmates to talk as they please.

jimin strides through campus after his first class, head held high and his hips swinging. the soft clack of his footsteps ring through the air, indistinct chatter and noise sounding in the background. he walks with determination towards the law building for his next class.

he fails to notice jungkook at first.

a group of soccer players stand off to the side in a big huddle, jimin intentionally ignoring their existence. he strolls right past them with a walk that rivals those on a runway. he needs to put on a show, after all. he stares straight ahead and keeps going. out of the corner of his eye, he sees a figure coming towards him in a hurry.

“bro, really? you’re going to skip lunch?” someone asks loudly.

“are you my fucking mom or what? go on without me, i’m eating something else today.” jungkook—jimin immediately recognizes from his voice—replies. loud footsteps chase after him.

jimin refuses to let his steps falter, continuing along the pathway while thrill rushes through his veins. he holds strong, even though he wants to turn back and look at the guy running behind him. it only takes a few seconds for him to catch up, popping right by jimin’s side.

“jimin,” jungkook calls breathlessly. jimin turns to the side, pulling his sunglasses down. “hey!”

“oh, jungkook?” jimin feigns surprise.

“what’s up? where you headed?” jungkook asks, walking in stride with jimin through campus.

“law building,” jimin says, scrunching his nose in disdain.

“ah, right. you’re studying law.” jungkook mutters quietly.

“did you need something?” jimin asks, eyes trained ahead.

“just… uh, thought i’d say hi. haven’t seen you in a while.” jungkook replies.

jimin’s heart stutters in his chest. he last saw jungkook a couple weeks ago at another party, the second day in a row he showed up to see him. something about his own eagerness scared him so he took a step back, not seeing or talking to jungkook since. it feels good to know that jungkook noticed his absence.

“been busy,” jimin lies and shrugs his shoulders.

“how long until your next class?”

“hmm,” jimin hums, looking down at his phone in his hand. “like thirty minutes.”

he glances over to see the look of desire on jungkook’s face, eyes dark and lips upturned mischievously. he finds himself unable to look away, his lower stomach growing warm. they walk up the steps to the law building.

“you’ve got some time then,” jungkook says lowly. he grabs jimin by the arm and pulls him inside the bathroom directly to their right as they enter the building. “come with me.”

jimin’s heart pounds in his chest, but his demeanor remains calm and collected. he follows along as jungkook treks past all of the empty stalls, pulling him into the one at the end with the most space. adrenaline soars in his veins.

“jungkook—“

“what?” jungkook asks with a smirk, locking the stall door behind him.

jimin stays quiet, unable to hide his wide eyes when jungkook slides his sunglasses off his face. his hands tightly grip jimin’s hips, hot through the thin fabric of his little shorts. he steels his breathing, heart racing inside of him.

“it’s lunchtime and i’m fucking starving, been way too long since i last ate anything good since you’ve been avoiding me.” jungkook says lowly, looking intently into jimin’s eyes.

jimin breaks eye contact, looking away at the wall. “fuck off! i haven’t been ignoring you, you egomaniac.”

“you have,” jungkook replies, voice deep in jimin’s ear. he pulls him closer. “don’t lie.”

“you dumb jocks always think the world revolves around you. it most certainly does not.” jimin says, avoiding the accusation entirely. jungkook speaks the truth, they both know it.

“yeah?” jungkook asks, hands slipping down the back of jimin’s shorts and panties. “who does it revolve around then?”

“me,” jimin says confidently.

jungkook chuckles and backs them up until jimin’s backside hits the sink, lowering down into a squat as he pulls down jimin’s shorts. he stands with his bare pussy exposed in the bright, fluorescent lighting, their first time meeting during the day.

“got me trained like fucking pavlov’s dog,” jungkook says with a strained voice as he helps jimin up onto the edge of the sink. “already drooling at the sight of your drenched pussy.”

“i’ll strangle you in your sleep if you get me expelled for this,” jimin weakly threatens.

“guess you better be quiet then,” jungkook replies. he gives no further warning before he dives straight into jimin’s waiting heat.

with limited time, they can’t indulge themselves like usual. the clock ticks forward and jimin refuses to show up late for class. not to mention the possibility of anyone walking in and catching them, quite literally risking legal repercussions. jimin would know.

jungkook soaks his vulva with saliva, licking and sucking him like a man starved. he eats jimin like never before, loud slurping noises echoing in the small bathroom. he focuses on his pussy entrance first, licking into him with his tongue and swallowing down the juices leaking out. jimin brings his feet up and rests them on jungkook’s shoulders, the most perfect footrest.

“o-oh,” jimin breathes out. “feels so good.”

he brings a hand down to tangle it in jungkook’s hair, using the other to hold him steady on the sink. the cold, slick edge digs into his ass, but he pays it no mind. his mind only focuses on how much pleasure courses through him, coil quickly tightening in his stomach since jungkook knows exactly what gets him off.

“jungkook,” jimin whines, rutting his hips forward impatiently. “more.”

“greedy little pussy,” jungkook says with a growl.

jungkook gives jimin what he wants, such a good toy. he dips his tongue into jimin’s pussy one last time before he moves up, attaching his mouth around jimin’s clit. he sucks the nub with insane pressure, occasionally licking over it rhythmically with his tongue. jimin comes so quickly that it takes him by surprise, gasping as his walls clench around nothing with jungkook working him through it until his legs shake.

instead of it ending there, jungkook stands to his feet and jerks his sweatpants down in one swift motion. they hang around his thighs, a wet patch on the front from where his precum pools at his tip. jungkook grips jimin’s hips, rutting his thinly covered cock against jimin’s soaked pussy.

“is… is this why you were so eager? just wanted to use me to get yourself off?” jimin says with a rough voice, the tiniest sliver of hurt shooting through his chest.

“no, of course not.” jungkook says quickly, hips stilling as he pulls back to look into jimin’s eyes. “i… i just thought… i won’t do it if it bothers you.”

jungkook reaches down to pull his pants up and rocks form in jimin’s throat. he feels bad, knows he shouldn’t project his own insecurities onto jungkook. rationally, he knows jungkook would eat him out with no satisfaction of his own, something that already happened countless times. jimin takes a deep breath.

“wait!” jimin rushes to say. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it. you can… can do it, it’s okay.”

he stands there hesitantly at first, only moving into action when jimin pulls him forward. his long, thick cock brushes over jimin’s pussy with intensity, thrusting rapidly. low groans fall from his throat, mouth falling open with his eyes boring into jimin’s.

something warm and needy rises in jimin’s chest, so incessant that he can’t ignore it. it wraps around his throat until it fills his every thought. he feels weak to his desires, faces so close together as jungkook chases his own release. he felt this same way a few weeks ago, so freaked out that he avoided jungkook ever since. this time, weak to his desires when involving jungkook, jimin gives in.

he leans up the slightest bit and captures jungkook’s lips in a kiss. he starts clumsy, unsure of his own actions and how jungkook will respond. those worries quickly dissipate when jungkook eagerly kisses him back, mouth moving with desperation against jimin’s. his spit and jimin’s wetness soak his chin, jimin uncaring as the fluids smear across his own face.

“oh fuck,” jungkook says with a groan as he pulls away to breathe. “holy shit.”

jungkook kisses him harder, tongue sliding into jimin’s mouth to taste him. he licks into him, breathy moans slipping from jimin’s throat at the overwhelming sensations filling his body. jungkook comes shortly after, hips harshly pressing his cock against jimin as he twitches and releases into his boxers.

jimin stays quiet as they clean themselves up, stomach in knots as he thinks about what this means. jungkook helps jimin get dressed after wiping him down with a wet paper towel.

“come to the party tomorrow,” jungkook says with a hopefulness in his eyes as they walk out of the stall and through the bathroom. “don’t hide from me.”

“you’re so annoying,” jimin says, rolling his eyes. he glances down at his phone—two minutes until class starts. “i gotta go, teacher’s favorite student can’t be late.”

“thanks for lunch,” jungkook says as they part ways.

jimin swears off parties altogether, refusing to step back into another grimy cesspool of bodily fluids and intoxication. jungkook refuses to let him slip away so easily, coming to see him at his apartment instead.

jungkook comes over on friday nights, skipping most parties to see jimin and eat his pussy until he taps out. jimin’s initial fears of jungkook attempting to take advantage of the situation and their isolation prove baseless, jungkook not even asking to fuck jimin a single time. it turns out worse than that.

they simply spend time together.

it starts off degenerate enough, jungkook stopping by to eat him out and sometimes—when jimin feels generous—coming in his pants afterwards. it quickly devolves into the two of them actually hanging out. jungkook brings takeout and they watch movies while they eat. they discuss school and their days and their childhoods. rather than simply engaging in sex acts, they get to know each other.

the slow descent into a building relationship happens before jimin gets the chance to push jungkook away and pretend he never existed. jungkook works his way into jimin’s life easily, annoying as hell but also charming and kind and endearing. jimin likes to think of himself as strong, jungkook makes him weak. he hates it.

he keeps his boundaries, never allowing anyone to step foot into his bedroom. jungkook cares not, eating jimin’s pussy anywhere he wants. he does it on the kitchen counters, on the dining table, laying on the couch, and even on a blanket on the living room floor.

much to jimin’s dismay, jungkook takes great care of him. jimin calls him a dumb jock and jungkook reaches across the table to wipe food from his chin. he makes jungkook get down on his knees as he sucks on his pussy for an hour and jungkook massages his feet while they watch a movie. he takes and jungkook gives endlessly.

it comes as no surprise that feelings bloom in jimin’s heart, making it harder and harder to keep jungkook at arm’s length and protect himself.

they sit on the couch on a tuesday night because that happens now, jungkook comes over all of the time and not only on weekends. jungkook wraps his arm around jimin, sitting impossibly close on the couch while they watch a movie.

jimin’s mind strays to other places, hands itching to reach out and touch. he keeps getting distracted by the filthy thoughts swirling his mind. nothing in the movie makes any sense to him when they reach the halfway mark, more time spent picturing jungkook’s long, girthy cock than actually paying any attention. the arousal and desire coursing through his body feels different today, less about his own satisfaction than jungkook’s.

he raises his head from where it rests on jungkook’s chest, looking up at him with a heavy gaze. it takes a second for jungkook to meet his eyes, entranced in the action on the screen, but he instantly knows jimin’s thoughts the moment he looks at him.

jungkook meets him for a kiss the exact second that jimin tilts his head up, eyes fluttering closed as their lips press together. it grows heavy from the first touch, jungkook opening jimin’s mouth to deepen the kiss. their hot, wet mouths dance together in a practiced choreography that comes to them easily after nearly a month. jimin turns so that his front presses to jungkook’s side, breathing heavily as their tongues slide together in the warm taverns of their mouths. jungkook’s arm lowers until it’s wrapped around jimin’s waist, the other flying out to grip his hip.

they never stay like this for long, both impatient enough that they want more. they drag it out for a few minutes and forget the movie exists, the flashing from the screen serving as the only thing illuminating the room enough for them to see each other. jungkook’s hands find their way to the waistband of jimin’s pants, trained to seek him out and fill him with pleasure.

“j-jungkook, wait.” jimin says breathily, mouths still pressed together. jungkook’s fingers stop moving beneath his waistband. “don’t want to.”

“oh.” jungkook pulls back and looks down at jimin with a furrowed brow. his big, dark eyes glimmer in the light from the screen. “any reason why or you’re just not feeling it?”

“wanna do something else,” jimin whispers. thrill rushes through his veins, sparks dancing at his fingertips. he feels jungkook’s confusion, knows he always wants his pussy eaten and jungkook obliges every single time. not today, for some reason. “wanna touch you.”

a gasp falls from jungkook’s lips when jimin’s hand presses against his cock through his sweatpants, hips jolting at the sudden contact. he pushes the heel of his palm into the soft flesh beneath his hand, relishing in the way it grows half hard almost immediately. jungkook swallows, sound loud enough that it reaches jimin’s ears.

“oh, fuck,” jungkook says with a low, throaty groan. “d-do… do whatever you want.”

“yeah? you want me to? gonna let me touch you however i want?” jimin asks, looking up at jungkook with hunger.

“yeah, baby. want it so bad.” jungkook says, pet name falling from his lips so effortlessly. jimin’s heart flutters, finding he detests it much less when it comes from jungkook’s mouth.

jimin only teases him for a couple of minutes, enjoying the way jungkook’s hips thrust up in search of more whenever he pulls away. he gropes jungkook through his pants until he grows to full mast and his length spans up into his waistband. he lightly runs his finger up and down jungkook’s cock, fire growing in his core as jungkook’s hands fly all over his body to keep himself grounded. he slides his hand into jungkook’s pants, eyebrow quirking up when he meets skin with no resistance.

“just rawdogging it today?” jimin asks, amusement in his tone.

“h-huh?” jungkook stammers, looking down at his crotch and releasing a shaky breath when jimin’s fingers inch towards his cock. “oh, yeah. gotta do laundry. ran out of clean boxers.”

jimin glimmers with satisfaction when he wraps his fingers around jungkook’s cock and it twitches beneath his touch. jungkook groans deep and guttural when jimin gives it a tentative jerk with his fist, fire igniting in his stomach when he realizes his fingers fail to close around his massive girth. he leans up and pulls jungkook in for a kiss, swallowing down his hot, heavy breaths.

he thumbs across jungkook’s leaking tip, collecting the precum to make his fist glide easier. jungkook full on moans when jimin’s finger comes in contact with his head, hips jerking clumsily when he repeats the action several times. jimin grins against jungkook’s mouth and continues to slowly move his fist up and down jungkook’s cock. the fabric of his pants quickly grows annoying since it restricts his movement and jimin refuses to tolerate it any longer.

“take these off,” jimin commands, free hand tugging at jungkook’s waistband. “can’t believe i’m letting you put your bare ass on my couch.”

“you do it all the time!” jungkook replies, hands dragging his pants down to his knees.

“my ass is clean!” jimin snaps back.

“shut the fuck up, so is mine! i scrub that shit with a soapy wash rag twice a day.” jungkook says, eyes boring into jimin’s.

“twice a day?” jimin questions, raising his eyebrows. he sits up a bit so that he can work his fist over jungkook’s cock more easily. he starts back with his motions now that he can move freely.

“y-yeah,” jungkook says breathily. he squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back against the pillow, no longer looking at jimin. “in the—shit—in the morning and again after practice.”

jungkook’s cock leaks enough precum that it drips down jimin’s fingers, no lube necessary. he starts a faster pace now that jungkook’s cock sits right in front of his eyes and finds himself unable to look away from the delicious sight. his cock grows bigger as the minutes pass, easily the thickest and longest that jimin ever laid eyes on. he swallows down the drool in his mouth as he imagines it inside of himself, not for the first time.

jimin wants to make jungkook feel good, surging with pride and delight as he pulls sounds from his throat with the stroke of his hand. he can’t get enough, wants to make him feel this good forever. jimin also grows impatient far too quickly, refusing to take his time and instead works to draw an orgasm from jungkook without delay.

“feel good?” jimin asks, voice low in jungkook’s ear. “like it when i touch you like this?”

“yeah, baby. feels so fucking good. love your hands on me, feeling your fingers wrapped around my cock.” jungkook replies, hand tightly gripping jimin’s ass through his pants.

he applies more pressure, closing his fist as much as he can without making it painful for jungkook. he flicks his wrist on the up strokes and circles his thumb around the head, jerking his cock up and down with purpose. jimin knows when jungkook gets closer to his release, noises growing more desperate as his hips clumsily rut up into jimin’s hand.

jimin pulls him in for a passionate, bruising kiss, moans falling from his own lips when jungkook licks into his mouth and sucks on his tongue. hot and heavy and wet. smacking noises and squelching fills the air, ringing in jimin’s ears like the most glorious song. he leans back, growing wet between his thighs as he looks at his hand around jungkook’s cock.

“so big and thick,” jimin says with awe. “can’t even fit my hand around it.”

“holy fuck,” jungkook whispers when he looks down and sees the sight for himself.

“wonder what it would feel like in my pussy. fill me up so good, squeezing you nice and tight.” jimin thinks aloud, edging jungkook impossibly close to his orgasm. “bet it would hardly fit, stretching me open til i feel you deep inside of me.”

“shit,” jungkook says with a groan before his cock twitches and cum streaks out from his tip. “oh, fuck!”

jimin works him through it, fist jerking his cock as ropes of cum squirt over his fingers. jungkook’s hips wildly thrust into his hand and his fingers dig into jimin’s flesh with so much pressure that it will leave bruises. he gasps and pants through his orgasm, hands flying up to push jimin away once it becomes too much.

he soaked his panties, pussy throbbing with want after the delectable scene that unfolded right in front of his eyes. desire thrums beneath his skin, never feeling so satisfied after pleasuring someone else. he never touched anyone else with such eagerness, feeling jungkook’s pleasure like his own, unable to deny how good it feels to watch him enjoy himself like this.

“i’ll rip your balls off if you get cum on my couch,” jimin says with his lips pressed against jungkook’s.

“you’re so romantic,” jungkook says, big grin pulling across his lips.

jimin swore off parties months ago.

he found no reason to torture himself when he could sit in the comfort of his own home and still get what he wanted. no need to step through vomit and beer to stand in the back of some filthy house packed to the brim with people in order to get his pussy eaten. jungkook waits at his beck and call, eager to please.

the fact that jimin currently stands in a dark hallway surrounded by nasty, sweaty bodies while music blasts in his ears only shows one thing—weakness.

jungkook begged and pleaded for him to attend, last game of the season so they throw the biggest, wildest party of the semester. everyone goes and gets drunk off their ass and jungkook desperately wanted jimin to come. he said no like ten times, adamant that he wouldn’t suffer through it again.

yet, here he stands.

jimin makes his way to the kitchen for a shot, no sight of jungkook since he arrived a few minutes ago. he turns to face the kitchen counter as he pours vodka into a shot glass and then tosses the liquid down his throat. it burns, fire searing inside of him as the alcohol makes its way into his stomach. he feels warm already.

a hand wraps around his waist and jimin jumps up, turning around to punch the offender in the face. he stops mid swing, eyes landing on jungkook’s smiling form.

“don’t scare me like that,” jimin whines, lips pulled into a pout.

“sorry, baby. thought you saw me coming.” jungkook says low and deep, leaning down to press a kiss to jimin’s lips. jimin hums against his mouth and melts into jungkook’s touch. “pour me a shot too.”

“okay, but not too much. i’m the one that has to take care of your drunk ass.” jimin says as he turns back towards the counter.

“i eat pussy just as good whether i’m drunk or not.” jungkook whispers in his ear.

“that’s not the point!” jimin snaps back.

they lie low for most of the night. jungkook wants to socialize and celebrate with his friends, so jimin hangs back and sits on the couch while he mingles. he would much rather sit in his own home and watch some shitty reality show with a glass of wine, but he wants to make jungkook happy. he sighs, a slave to human emotions like everyone else.

cheers and screams constantly erupt through the house, some loud, drunken idiot standing on a table getting everyone riled up about something stupid. the energy of the crowd remains unparalleled, rowdier and crazier than usual. jimin sits with his legs crossed, little black mini skirt showing off way too much skin. he paired it with a completely mesh black top, thin gold body chain wrapped around his bare chest and dangling down to his stomach. he holds back a gasp every time the cold air pulls his nipples taut, shirt rubbing against him deliciously.

jungkook occasionally comes back to sit with jimin for a few minutes, holding him close as he talks excitedly in his ear or kisses down his neck. jimin pushes away his annoyance and tries not to kill the mood. jungkook gives him so much, jimin can return the favor for once. as much as he likes being selfish and greedy, he cares about jungkook and that makes it harder to treat him like everyone else.

“i don’t fucking know if they’re dating or not. jungkook never talks about him, so he’s probably just a warm hole to fuck and nothing more.”

jimin tilts his head to the side, heart accelerating in his chest as he listens to someone talk far too loudly about something they know nothing about. he barely breathes as he strains his ear to hear the conversation happening across the small room.

“really? you talk to him literally every day, you’re telling me that he never mentions him? what the fuck?”

“that’s exactly what i’m saying!”

“you better make a move on him before i do then. i heard he was off the table since only an idiot would try to steal from jungkook.”

“i thought park jimin didn’t fuck around like that?”

“it’s jungkook we’re talking about. he can have whoever the fuck he wants. jimin’s probably just some fucktoy to blow off steam. anyone who actually wanted a fine piece of ass like that would be shouting it from the rooftops, not hiding it.”

jimin stumbles to his feet, stomach dropping through his ass as he turns and walks out of the room. his breath gets caught in his lungs, something burning his eyes and making them water. jimin pushes his way through the crowds and heads towards the door without any further consideration.

he knows he drank nowhere near enough alcohol to let random people make him feel this shitty, but he can’t stop the pain shooting through his chest. their words play in his head over and over until they feel true. jungkook—the cockiest, most braggadocious guy in the world—never even mentions jimin to his friends. it hurts. jimin fails to figure out why, but it hurts.

“whoa!” jungkook says loudly, standing directly in front of jimin in the crowded living room. he nearly made it to the door. “where are you going?”

“home,” jimin replies after clearing his throat, looking away from jungkook.

“what? why? not yet, just give me like an hour.” jungkook reaches out and grabs jimin’s hips.

“just let me go,” jimin grumbles, trying to push past him.

“hey! jimin, wait!” jungkook pulls him back in and keeps him in place. jimin’s eyes look anywhere but jungkook. “what’s wrong? did something happen?”

jimin contemplates his choices. he can unload everything right now and confront jungkook or he can push it all away and never speak to jungkook again. oddly enough, the latter sounds horrible and hurts more than just talking about it. jimin loves avoiding things and cutting people off at the tiniest annoyance, but… but not jungkook. jungkook feels different. he actually wants to keep him around.

“are you embarrassed of me?” jimin asks, voice breaking when he looks up into jungkook’s wide eyes. his throat aches and his stomach twists.

“what the fuck kind of question is that?” jungkook asks, brow furrowed as his lips curl.

“just answer me.”

“no, of course i’m not. why would i be embarrassed of you? where’s this coming from?” jungkook’s voice stays low and deep, the two of them in their own bubble even though people surround them at every angle.

“do you ever talk about me to your friends? do they know anything? do you tell them that you come to see me?” jimin rattles off all the questions in his head, stuck in his own thoughts. he remembers every word those assholes said.

“no,” jungkook says quickly. “i don’t tell anyone anything. why? what’s going on?”

jimin swallows around the rocks in his throat, sincerely wishing they both drank a lot more alcohol now that this conversation plays out. he crosses his arms over his chest, shallow breaths falling from his open mouth. jungkook intensely stares down at him.

“i just… i don’t fucking know! i heard your friends talking and now i don’t know what to think. are you embarrassed? is that why you never talk about me, you don’t want anyone to know?”

“what friends? what exactly did they say?” jungkook asks, voice growing louder as the conversation continues. “i have no idea why you think that, but i’m not embarrassed of you! that makes no sense!”

“then why don’t you ever talk about me? you’re telling me that it never came up in conversation even once? i don’t understand why you want to hide it!” jimin’s heart aches as he speaks, upset and angry and hurt. he wants jungkook to want to show him off, to feel proud about being with him.

“jimin, baby, i’m losing my fucking mind. tell me what you heard and i’ll tell you why it’s wrong.”

“that is what i heard,” jimin says brokenly. “that you don’t talk about me even though everyone already knows because you’re ashamed or embarrassed or want to keep it a secret. anyone else would never shut the fuck about it and make sure everyone knows.”

the world around them ceases to exist. jimin only sees jungkook in this moment, desperate to soothe his own worries and fears. he wants to get rid of the ache in his chest and make it all go away.

“no! why would you believe that?” jungkook asks, exasperated. he waves his hands around wildly when he talks. “i don’t talk about you because that’s no one else’s business. i'm not keeping you a secret, i’m respecting the boundaries that i thought you had. you’re not some trophy that i’m trying to win, you’re a person that i care about. fuck anyone else’s opinions.”

“oh,” jimin says breathlessly. “you… you thought i wanted to keep it a secret?”

“yes! i know you’re a man of few words so i just… just did what i assumed you wanted. it’s not like you talk about it either.” jungkook replies.

“but… i do! to my friends, they all know.” jimin says quietly.

“i didn’t know that. i’m sorry, i didn’t know it bothered you. yeah, i’m an asshole sometimes, but you’re a human being and not an object. i would never brag about it like that.”

jimin knows jungkook tells the truth because he actually respects him unlike everyone else trying to get a piece of jimin so they can brag about it. whether hiding it or not, jungkook never gave him any reason to doubt him. he shouldn’t let random strangers get into his head like this.

“okay,” jimin says quietly. “i… i’m sorry. i didn’t… they got into my head. it never bothered me before but… it’s just… i don’t know. it made sense in the moment.”

“show me who said it and i’ll beat their ass,” jungkook says with a growl, pulling jimin in by his hips. “they don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.”

“i didn’t see them,” jimin replies.

“i swear on my life that i’m not embarrassed or hiding you. i just thought it would be better without all the public scrutiny for a while. i don’t care who the fuck knows about it.”

jimin nods, looking up at jungkook with a heavy gaze. he leans down and softly kisses jimin on the lips again and again and again. jimin pulls away giggling, hands tightly gripping jungkook’s shirt in his fists.

“thank you for being considerate. i’m sorry i accused you like that.” jimin says quietly, reaching up to hook his hands around jungkook’s neck.

“it’s okay,” jungkook says lowly in jimin’s ear. he pulls him in close until their bodies press together. “do you feel better now? do you believe me?”

“yeah.”

“hmm, are you sure? i’m not convinced.” jungkook scans over jimin’s face with narrowed eyes.

“i do! i believe you, i promise! it was a moment of weakness, just forget about it.” jimin says with utmost confidence. he wants to forget it even happened, already embarrassed by his actions.

“gosh, baby. you’re really making this hard for me. what can i do to convince you? how can i make you believe me?”

“jungkook!” jimin whines, rolling his eyes. he lightly nudges him on the shoulder. “stop it, i believe you!”

“you want me to tell everyone that i, jeon jungkook, have the absolute privilege of eating park jimin’s pussy every single day? that i start drooling just thinking about it, that i dream of your pretty pussy every night? you want me to go stand on that table and announce it to everyone right now?” jungkook asks, jimin thoroughly entertained by his dramatic monologue. he looks at him with a mixture of annoyance and fondness.

jungkook starts to pull away, body moving towards the table in the middle of the crowded living room. jimin gasps, halting him with a tight grip around his neck. he holds jungkook in place easily, his display clearly made in jest and nothing more.

“stop punishing me! i believe you, i do!” jimin says with a smile as he looks into jungkook’s dark eyes. he leans in and kisses him, beyond enamored by his silliness.

“oh, jimin. how can i prove it to you?” jungkook says with a theatrical voice. when he looks down at jimin again, his heavy gaze makes warmth pool in his lower belly. he puts his mouth right up against jimin’s ear. “you want me to show everyone just how pussy whipped i really am?”

“j-jungkook,” jimin whispers breathlessly, hands tightening in the fabric of jungkook’s shirt at the back of his neck.

“is that what you want, huh? you want me to get down on my knees right here in front of everyone and devour your pretty pussy while they watch? you want the world to know that my mouth stays permanently attached to you, cock leaking in my pants just from how pretty your moans sound when i make you feel good? you want that, baby?”

jimin’s knees go weak, heart racing, mouth parted in shock as he breathes heavily. jungkook’s warm hands slide down from his hips and grip the fat of his ass, slipping dangerously low until they tuck under the hem of his skirt. wetness leaks from between jimin’s thighs, desire brewing inside of him.

“no,” jimin says breathily. “i… i don’t want that. want… want something else.”

“what do you want then?”

“want you to take me home with you,” jimin answers, watching as jungkook’s eyes flash with understanding. “want you to fuck me.”

jungkook drags jimin through the enormous crowd of people and out the door so quickly that he nearly trips over his own feet like three times before they make it into a taxi. he oozes with want and desperation until jimin can practically smell it and jungkook stays more quiet during the ride home than any other time since jimin met him. his hands remain hot on jimin’s skin, keeping him impossible close.

the quality of jungkook’s apartment surprises jimin. just as he promised the first time they met, it looks nice and clean and expensive. marble countertops, a brand new refrigerator, two bedrooms overlooking the city. how any college student affords something like this baffles jimin, much less actually keeping it tidy and managed.

they go straight to jungkook’s bedroom and don’t even bother with turning on the lights, jungkook stripping himself completely naked before he rushes over to jimin and helps him out of his clothes too. the air drips with want and impatience and eagerness. jimin holds absolutely no doubts about his decision to finally sleep with jungkook, more assured about it than anyone else in his entire life. he loves how much jungkook wants him, how he can’t even hide it, nor does he try. jimin feels powerful, worshiped.

“leave this on,” jungkook rasps, fingers tracing over the delicate, gold body chain hanging over jimin’s chest. he softly brushes his thumbs over the small swell of his breasts, a gasp falling from jimin’s parted lips. “looks so fucking sexy.”

“yeah? i hoped you would like it, wore it just for you.” jimin says sweetly, delighting in the way jungkook looks at him like some kind of god.

“holy fuck,” jungkook says with a groan. “how are you real?”

“o-oh,“ a soft, stuttered moan pulls from jimin’s throat when jungkook thumbs over his hardened nipples. “sensitive.”

jungkook clumsily tugs jimin onto the bed, not even bothering to pull back the blankets. they kiss with passion in their veins, wet and sloppy and intense. jungkook presses his lips to jimin’s with bruising force and wastes no time licking into his open mouth. chests heaving and bodies yearning to be touched, they only stay like this for minutes before they need more.

jimin lays back against the pillows as jungkook plants himself between his legs, mouth instantly diving into his soaked pussy for a little taste. jimin’s hands fly down to tangle in jungkook’s hair, breathy noises falling from his lips. rather than teasing like usual, jungkook gets down to business and attaches his mouth to jimin’s swollen, throbbing clit and makes him come three times before he even considers relenting.

“oh my god, h-how… how long are you going to do this?” jimin asks through his gasping breaths. “i thought you wanted to fuck me?”

jungkook’s lips detach from jimin’s pussy with a loud sucking noise, saliva and jimin’s arousal dripping down his chin. “oh, don’t you worry. i’m definitely fucking you, baby.”

he opens jimin up with his fingers, one sliding in with no resistance whatsoever. he quickly adds a second one and fucks into jimin while he continues to lick and suck on his clit. even with jimin’s impatience and insistence, jungkook doesn’t rush it. he scissors jimin with his fingers until he can easily add a third, opening him up until he feels satisfied with jimin’s preparation for his cock. he ends up pulling two more orgasms from jimin’s pussy with ease.

jimin sits up when jungkook finally removes himself from between his clenched thighs, pulling him back up the bed to press their bodies together. jimin reaches out and strokes jungkook’s hard, leaking cock with his fist.

“when’s the last time you got tested?” jimin asks against jungkook’s mouth, unable to separate from him for even a second.

“u-uh, the—fuck—the beginning of the school year, right before i met you.” jungkook answers. “i haven’t… haven’t fucked anyone or anything, j-just been with you.”

jimin’s stomach somersaults inside of him, heart fluttering aggressively as he comprehends jungkook’s words. he pulls back to look in jungkook’s eyes, just barely able to see them from the dim glow of the led lights illuminating the room.

“what about you?” jungkook asks when jimin takes a second to reply.

“like… uh, like march or something. in the spring, for sure.” jimin answers quickly.

“when’s the last time you—“

“i haven’t been with anyone but you since then. haven’t actually fucked anyone for a long time.” jimin says honestly, still stroking jungkook’s cock as he pushes jimin onto his back.

“good,” jungkook says lowly.

“don’t… don’t wear a condom. want you to come inside of me.” jimin says as jungkook kisses down his neck, hot and addicting. birth control has its perks.

“are you sure?” jungkook asks with wide eyes.

“yeah.”

jimin flips over onto his knees and presents his ass in the air, face and chest pressed to the bed while he waits for jungkook to come over and finally fuck him. adrenaline and desire and excitement thrum in his veins, pussy so wet after five orgasms that it drips down his thighs.

“baby,” jungkook says affectionately as he lines his cock up at jimin’s entrance, one hand gently caressing his lower back. “tell me if you don’t like it or… or if something is uncomfortable or whatever, okay? want it to feel good for you.”

“okay, just… just not too hard. been a while.” jimin nods against the bed.

jungkook’s cock feels impossibly thick as it nudges against jimin’s pussy, slowly breaching his entrance and sliding in. jimin’s breath gets caught in his lungs, eyes shooting open while he stretches around the long, girthy cock filling him up. a twinge of discomfort comes when jungkook slides in to the hilt, but nothing too bad. big, warm hands rest on jimin’s hips, tracing soft circles in the flesh of his back as he adjusts to the huge cock inside of him.

“fuck,” jungkook rasps under his breath, groaning loudly as he slides his cock out of jimin agonizingly slowly. “s-so fucking wet.”

jungkook fucks like he eats pussy—extremely well.

he gives jimin several slow, easy thrusts as he gets adjusted to his cock, speeding up and actually fucking into him at a steady pace once jimin gives him the go ahead. he grips jimin’s hips tightly, holding him in place as he thrusts his cock into him over and over. jimin doesn’t even try to hold back his moans, high-pitched sounds filling the room.

his thrusts remain quick and deep, filling jimin all the way up as his thick cock drags deliciously against his stretched walls. jungkook hits deep inside of him with every stroke of his hips and it feels so good that jimin just lays there and takes it. his mind empties of any coherent thoughts, chanting jungkook’s name like a prayer. jungkook snaps his hips against jimin’s ass with enough force that the bed moves forward until it bangs against the wall. obscene squelching noises reverberate in the room around them and make the fire in jimin’s belly burn even hotter.

“holy shit,” jungkook says with a gasp as his hand reaches around and rubs circles over jimin’s clit. “squeeze me so fucking tight when you come on my cock like this.”

“oh, oh fuck. oh my fucking—“ jimin can barely speak, too overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure exploding inside of him. he pants into the blankets, drool leaking from his open mouth. “j-jungkook, f-feels so good.”

jimin gasps and writhes against the sheets, body electrified from inside out. he feels every inch of jungkook’s thick, long cock against his walls, obscenely wet as he sucks him in and clenches around him with every orgasm. jungkook fucks into him like he means it, stroking so deep inside of his pussy that he carves out a new place just for him. he slams them forward with his bruisingly harsh thrusts, hands tightly gripping the bare skin of his hips until it leaves marks on the tender flesh. his balls slap against jimin’s ass with every quick movement of his hips and joins the cacophony of noises filling the air.

jungkook told the truth when he said he had stamina from the gods, not even an ounce of a lie in that statement. he fucks jimin for so long that it starts to drag on, pulling orgasm after orgasm from his spent pussy. jimin feels so good, mind numb from the constant euphoria dancing through his body. he lays there and takes it until his knees get weak and his pussy verges on rubbing raw from the relentless assault.

“jungkook,” jimin whines breathlessly. “i appreciate the show of stamina, but please hurry up and come.”

“what? thought… thought you wanted this. never shut the fuck up about guys coming too fast. told you i don’t—shit—don’t have that problem.”

“i believe you, last so fucking long. i’ll never complain again, i promise.” jimin says, straining his neck to look back at jungkook.

“thought you could easily come ten times, didn’t you say that?” jungkook slows his hips until they stop and his cock slips out of jimin’s pussy.

“i can,” jimin says as he clumsily turns over and looks up at jungkook. his muscular chest ripples as he leans over jimin’s body, capturing him in a quick kiss. “but…”

“but what?”

“it’s been a while,” jimin says with a pout as he looks away from jungkook and out the window. “not used to it, gonna make my pussy raw. doesn’t it feel good? why haven’t you come yet?”

“i’m sorry, baby. just wanted to make you feel good and make this moment last as long as possible.” jungkook speaks sweetly, placing soft kisses to jimin’s neck. he slots himself between jimin’s thighs and lowers himself until their fronts press together. “let me look at your pretty face like this and i’ll come embarrassingly fast.”

jungkook fucks jimin slower this time, each drag of his hips much more noticeable at this angle. he reaches deep inside of jimin and thrusts in a way that feels even better than before, kissing him messily the whole time. he swallows down all of jimin’s little whimpers and moans, reaching down to rub his clit and make him come. loud, guttural groans fill the air when jimin clenches around his cock as he orgasms again.

they come together when jungkook finally reaches his peak. his hips lazily thrust into jimin as he looks down at him with shiny eyes, one hand stroking jimin’s hair while the other circles his clit. jungkook’s cock twitches and shoots cum inside of jimin at the exact moment that jimin reaches his own orgasm, body shaking as he pants and drowns in the pleasure overtaking him.

both of them lay there for a while and catch their breaths, jimin’s eyes closed with his hands wrapped around jungkook’s back. he feels wet and exhausted and satisfied. he finds that he likes the feeling of jungkook’s big, strong body overtop of him like this.

“could never get tired of looking at your perfect body,” jungkook whispers, sitting up between jimin’s legs as his soft cock slides out. jimin whimpers, looking up at him with lidded eyes. he leans forward and presses wet, hot kisses to jimin’s breasts, pointedly avoiding the thin gold chain draped across his chest. “can i suck on these next time? wanna cover ‘em with bruises.”

jimin lays there in silence as he watches jungkook kiss his way down his body. he gasps, eyes wide when jungkook keeps going lower until his face lines up with his pussy. he tries to close his legs but jungkook’s head and shoulders keep him spread open.

“j-jungkook, what—“

“wanna taste,” jungkook says with his impossibly deep voice, rough from his continuous groans. “gonna eat your pussy until you come one last time, then that’ll be ten.”

oh.

absolutely debaucherous, downright filthy, borderline disgusting. jimin loves every second of it. he can’t believe how eagerly jungkook sucks his own cum out of jimin’s pussy, just as enthusiastic as before and maybe even more. he takes as long as he needs to lick inside jimin and eat up every last drop, distracting from the soreness already settling in jimin’s body.

he ends it all by attaching his mouth to jimin’s clit, licking over the abused nub until jimin’s seizing and clenching around nothing as his tenth and final orgasm wracks through him. fireworks erupt in his veins, white hot pleasure overwhelming him from head to toe. he sags into the bed once jungkook pulls away, limp and lifeless as he crawls up his body and pecks him on the lips. jimin thinks he should find it gross, but he can’t find the energy to care.

jungkook climbs off the bed and goes into his bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth. more of a formality than anything since he pretty much already got rid of all of the fluids left behind. he gently wipes jimin’s skin and then walks away again. the sound of running water fills the air.

“wanna take a shower with me, baby?” jungkook whispers in jimin’s ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“tired,” jimin replies with his hoarse voice. “carry me?”

“of course.”

jimin sighs, closing his eyes as he stands under the hot water and lets jungkook wash him clean. he leans back against jungkook while he washes his hair and scrubs over his body with a washcloth. his touch remains comforting and gentle the entire time. jimin gets lost in his thoughts, never experiencing such domesticity before. his heart flickers with warmth and longing.

“what do you want to sleep in? is a t-shirt okay?” jungkook asks, hooking his chin over jimin’s bare shoulder as they stand pressed together at his dresser. “i don’t have any real pajamas.”

jimin turns around slightly, just enough to look at jungkook’s face. he blinks at him with a blank expression, wondering if he imagines jungkook’s words.

“what?” jungkook asks, pulling him closer with one arm around his towel-covered waist.

“you… you want me to stay?”

“uh, yeah?” jungkook replies, confusion written across his features. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” jimin says quickly. he turns back to face the dresser as pink creeps onto his cheeks. no one ever asked him to sleep over before, he would’ve said no anyways. “just give me a big t-shirt.”

jimin finds himself a little nervous when he crawls into jungkook’s bed, heart racing with anticipation as he waits for jungkook to come back from the bathroom. these moments—rare throughout jimin’s life until now—happen far too often when it comes to jungkook. everything feels new and exciting.

“fuck off!” jungkook says dramatically. “you would want to sleep on my side of the bed.”

“yeah, i would. you’ve lost your damn mind if you think i’m going to sleep next to the door.” jimin retorts with confidence.

“what’s wrong with the door?”

“it’s closest to whatever deranged murderer might break in and try to murder us. they kill that side first.” jimin explains easily, thinking about this all of the time.

“oh, so you’re fine with them getting me first? i see how it is.” jungkook grumbles as he climbs into bed beside jimin.

“you can fight better than i can. it’s just the most logical option.”

they both lay on their sides facing other each. jimin leans forward and kisses jungkook one last time for the night, soft and lingering with no real drive for anything more. jungkook chases after him when he pulls away, giving him a peck, then another.

“good night, baby. thank you for such a great night, even better than my dreams.” jungkook says softly.

“goodnight. i’m waking you up with breakfast in bed in the morning.” jimin tries—and fails—to hold back the smirk forming on his lips.

“breakfast in—“ jungkook groans, rolling his eyes and jimin just giggles. “you’re a fucking demon, you know that?”

jimin and jungkook never make any formal announcements. they just let things happen and people learn quickly enough. jungkook struts around campus with his hand tightly gripping jimin’s hip. jimin shows up to jungkook’s games and wears a jersey with his name on it. they go out to nice dinners and sleep over at each other’s apartments and post incredibly hot couple photos on social media. jimin gets his pussy eaten nearly every day and gives jungkook the privilege of fucking him a few times a week.

they go well together, gorgeous, star law student who graduates top of his class and his dumb, incredibly talented soccer player munch who hopes to become a sports medicine doctor.

“baby, when’s our anniversary?” jungkook yells from the bathroom. jimin lays on the bed with furrowed brows.

“anniversary?”

“yeah, like the day we started dating. when is it?” jungkook clarifies, stepping into the doorway and staring at jimin expectantly.

“we’re dating?” jimin asks, blank expression on his face.

“yes! now pick a day for our anniversary!”

“i don’t fucking know! why’s it matter?” jimin retorts, irritated. he glares at jungkook, watching as he pats his face dry with a towel.

“because! it’s important!” jungkook huffs, leaving the bathroom and plopping down on the bed. he looks at jimin with intensity in his eyes. “i need to mark it on my calendar every year so i know what day i get my dick sucked.”

jimin stares at him with a lifeless expression on his face, eyes so dark they could shoot lasers in another universe. his jaw drops and then he closes it, repeating this process for a full minute before he finds the right words to say.

“you’re so annoying. i can’t stand you!” jimin exclaims, laying down under the covers.

“yeah, yeah. i love you too, baby.”