Bluesky Yoonmin Fest Prompt: "Yoongi, who works part time at his university's library, was cleaning the least visited section of the library… which most of the time gets neglected. Jimin just happens to be the only one who studies there. The two of them have been secretly pining for each other for months. What happens when a storm blowing through causes the library to be closed early, the two of them not being told and accidentally getting locked in together until the morning?"
Pairings: Yoongi (BTS) X Jimin (BTS)
Rating: SFW
Warnings: none
Genre: fluff, magical graduate school AU, mutual pining
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: This was for a Yoonmin fest I did over the summer. The delay in posting it here was due to there being a period where the fic was up on AO3 before I was revealed as the author!
How soon was too soon to say you were in love?
Because Jimin found himself asking that nearly daily. The first time was during his first class when everyone was going around and sharing why they were in a program for advanced alchemy.
Yoongi was in this program to give holistic medicine. He was actually in a dual program with a business degree. And Jimin found himself unable to take his eyes off Yoongi. The man was dressed smartly in a dark blue sweater, dress shirt collar poking out from underneath, and a similar color black pants. How was it that someone looked so amazing despite school? Graduate school no less. Jimin tried since it was his first class ever... But next to Yoongi, he looked underdressed in his light striped shirt and jeans.
Jimin's infatuation grew every time Yoongi spoke in their classes. Sadly Jimin only shared two of his classes with Yoongi, but every time Yoongi spoke, Jimin felt his mind open. And labs? Yoongi was a master at those too.
It was shocking too. The potions were complex, requiring hours of work and over fifteen different ingredients. And that was just the physical aspects of it. The emotional ones were even more complex.
The third-ish time was when Jimin realized Yoongi worked at the library too. Jimin was struggling to even juggle all his classes and the idea of having a job too? Yoongi's program was three years instead of two but he was getting two degrees... Jimin didn't understand the math of it all?? Like how do you do so much?
He needed to know Yoongi's secrets.
The fourth time? Was then Yoongi found Jimin in the bathroom as his world was falling apart. Their first major theoretical paper was due in four days, ink spilled all over the scroll Jimin was using, he was missing five references, and somehow was going to be over the page length maximum. How was that even possible??? Jimin would have needed to rewrite the paper anyways but now he could barely even read what he'd written before!
Suffice to say Jimin was balling his eyes out in the bathroom because the professor refused to give an extension. His chest and heart hurt and he was questioning if he was even supposed to get this degree.
Yoongi, the calming presence he is, sat next to Jimin and gave him a cup of water. Yoongi didn't take much then, but he listened as Jimin vented and cried and snotted all over the bathroom floor. What Yoongi did say left Jimin a puddle, "You deserve to be here."
Jimin left the hall early that day with a connection to Yoongi's orb and a bit more hopeful of a heart.
After that day, Jimin found out that he did most of his best work in the library and would regularly move around where he worked, making sure to never be too far from where Yoongi was. It wasn't too hard as he seemed to be cleaning around the building and always needed to put books away where Jimin chose to work.
During his breaks, Jimin would watch Yoongi work. Most days, Yoongi slowly meandered through the shelves with a cart full of scrolls or bound books to be put back. For all the magic in the world, it seemed that libraries still preferred personal tasks. At least, that's what Yoongi said. Something about how important it is to ensure the energies of the books and scrolls are ok as you return them. It was the third conversation they had in person though and Jimin was struggling to calm his hammering heart. Yoongi loved the books, his eyes lighting up as he talked about the process of checking their energy and sometimes needing to comfort a book someone cried on.
Undoubtedly, Yoongi spent a lot of time consoling the scrolls Jimin used at the library.
Jimin longed to be as passionate about his alchemy work as Yoongi seemed to be about everything in his life. Before grad school, Jimin was passionate about brewing and researching potions, but now that he was in school, that passion was on the backburner. It didn't help that how alchemy interacted with food was Jimin's main focus, but any research or projects assigned wanted him to focus on the medicinal aspects.
Yoongi was a master comforter when Jimin was most stressed. First through orb messages that Jimin would project onto his room or his workspace when he needed comfort. Then through late night calls, Yoongi's face hovering delicately over Jimin's orb as they got ready for bed. First it seemed to always be focused on their assignments, but then it changed to thoughts on the teachers and how they wanted to use what they were doing.
It was still related to their school work, but when Jimin barely had time to even care for himself, any conversation that didn't relate to an assignment due asap was a personal conversation.
As the semester progressed, it seemed that they spent hours a week flitting around each other in the library. Yoongi would be working and Jimin would be studying (and questioning his existence). They had maybe one more semester of being around each other in the library so much though because the second year of the alchemy program was a practice based year. Maybe there would be a few theoretical assignments, but not enough. They still had months of this... But it felt so short to Jimin. It wasn't enough time.
The pressure to actually take the next steps (or just become friends. Really Jimin would take anything with Jimin) seemed to grow with each brain crushing assignment.
One particular assignment, worth half of his grade in class, left Jimin living in the library. Yoongi had to clean just about every scroll and book Jimin touched with the amount of stress and dread he put into them. Jimin was a good student, but as the sun started to hide behind storm clouds and the library got dark, he may or may not have fallen asleep on his scroll.
A particularly loud bit of thunder woke Jimin from his stupor, his face wet from drool (and probably ink). The towering library shelves seemed to be swallowing all the light and Jimin had to strain his eyes to even see the few desks around.
He could barely read what he'd been writing in this light, but he could tell that there was no one else studying in this area. As Jimin thought about it, he realized that the student he saw in here earlier wasa tired PHD student. Jimin only knew they were a PHD student because the bound book they carried around kept whispering all the deadlines they had.
None of the books applied for Jimin, but that was something Jimin liked. There was no chance of running into a peer who wasn't intent on getting work done.
Or Yoongi.
Who, like a shining angle, came around one of the shelves, his lamp swinging gently as he walked.
"Jimin, the library closed. Why are you still here?"
"Huh?" His brain wasn't working properly, too busy trying to figure out how Yoongi possibly looked so good at one of the worst points of the semester.
"There's a big storm passing over. Tornado warning too. Everyone is supposed to get to a safe space on campus or get off."
"Why are you still here then?"
And maybe, just maybe, Jimin relished in the heat that seemed to rise up Yoongi's neck and color his ears. He looked good blushing.
"I got into the zone with a paper for my advertising class. Sometimes when I got to crunch numbers, everything else falls away. Plus, I silenced my orb. I cannot handle getting any notifications right now. I only saw the alert when I took a break.:
Jimin nodded before looking around again. Tornado warning and they're surrounded by shelves that one needs a ladder (or magic) to reach the top books. At least there weren't many windows. Some areas had more windows than walls and while it was beautiful, that would've been worse.
"I was just finishing up a round to see if anyone else was still here. You're the only one."
Jimin nodded and suppressed a shiver as he finally noticed the wind howling outside, "Is there a more secure place in the building we can go to?"
"Yeah. Need any help bringing your stuff to it?"
Jimin shook his head and started to get to putting his stuff away. All while, Yoongi simply watched. Maybe his mind was stuck on that paper. It was a struggle to switch to focus on anything other than school at this time.
Following Yoongi as they wove around the library, Jimin tried to figure out what to say or talk about. Storm advice, this might've been the most amount of time they've spent together in person. The thought made him giddy and butterflies erupt in his stomach.
Only for a loud clap of lightning to make Jimin jump. The whole library seemed to shake as thunder rolled in a few seconds later.
"We'll be at the safe location soon." Yoongi said, briefly turning around before continuing on.
The safe location ended up being a small office with even more leather bound books and scrolls pilled all over any available surface.
"Sorry for the mess. Only some of it is library work. The rest is for my paper." And once again, Jimin relished in Yoongi's shyness as he scratched his neck and started cleaning up.
"The kitchen desk at my place looks similar."
BOOM!
Jimin once again jumped.
Instead of reacting, Yoongi walked to the desk and started sifting through drawers. in the end he pulled out a music crystal. After gingerly setting it in an ornate gold music player (all while Jimin was admiring his pretty hands), a gentle lyre music washed across the room.
"Hopefully that will drown out the thunder a bit."
Jimin nodded, "What will we do with all this free time?" He rolled onto the heels of his feet and looked around. What was there even to do?
They would likely be here all night. Would they be able to sleep? What would happen? His mind was racing with possibilities.
"finish our papers, I guess." Yoongi said before plopping into one of the chairs that was in the office.
This was probably the worst possibility. Nonetheless, Jimin sighed and settled in to work on his paper some more. It was more painful than just writing the paper, every sound reminding Jimin that he was so close to Yoongi but still so far.
After almost an hour, Jimin had to stop working. He was getting nowhere. With the paper and with any type of relationship with Yoongi.
The lack of sleep was definitely impacting both of those.
"It's really admirable how much you do. I feel like I have a brain crush on your intellect and dedication."
Maybe the lack of sleep impacted that too.
Yoongi hummed, slowly looking up from his scroll.
"I mean! I really admire you and think it's really cool how much you do. Plus you always add really interesting points to our class conversations. I am going to be sad when we don't have classes together again. I really like spending time with you."
"Oh?" A slow smile spread across Yoongi's face and as Jimin's brain started to catch up with what he meant, more embarrassment washed over him.
"I mean!--"
"I get what you mean. I'll miss spending time with you too. I'd like to hope that we would've become friends even if we weren't trauma bonded from grad school."
Jimin laughed and warmth filled his heart. Yoongi thought they were friends AND he thought that somehow, someway they'd be friends no matter what.
BOOOM!
The building seemed to shake with anger with the thunder and Jimin practically jumped out of his skin. The warm moment shattered by the horror of the weather.
After a pause, Yoongi turned up the music and started wandering around the office. The calming atmosphere was making Jimin more anxious. He couldn't figure out how close the storm was, if it was on its way out, or coming in. Without the lightning to count, he felt like he was floating in a space of unknowing.
"A blanket. I don't know if you're cold, but it might help with the concern around the storm." Yoongi started, gingerly wrapping the blanket around Jimin and settling down next to him.
This was the closest they'd ever been and Jimin's mind was going fuzzy. Should he look at Yoongi? Look forward? Keep talking? Be silent? What was one supposed to do in this situation?!
He could feel Yoongi's warmth through the blanket!
Jimin might just die from his heart beating too fast tonight. First the thunder storm and now being so close to Yoongi.
"It's nice to have someone to vent about assignments with." Yoongi started.
"And professors."
He nodded, "Yeah. Some of them... Man, I do not get how they manage to be so horrible." Yoongi shook his head before looking at Jimin.
was Jimin supposed to look back!? What would happen if he did? Would they still be talking abt school?
Stupid fuckign school!!!
"That being said," Yoongi started, still looking at Jimin, "I'd like to think we would've gotten close no matter what. I also have a brain crush on you, but I also like our chats that aren't focused on school."
Jimin nodded, not sure what to say or how to react. Had he meant the brain crush thing to mean something more? Was Jimin just delirious? delulu?
"I really value your company."
Jimin nodded. What in the world was Yoongi getting at?
BOOM! The room shook again and Jimin jumped once again.
"Really scared of thunder, eh?" Yoongi asked with a laugh, patting Jimin's back before settling his arm around Jimin's shoulders.
Jimin's mind was screaming at him. Something was happening. Yoongi was trying to do something. And Jimin had zero idea how to navigate this. It was everything he wanted and yet nothing he expected. His brain was too saturated with schoolwork.
"Y-yeah. Especially because of school stress."
Silence lapsed over them, Yoongi's arm still resting on Jimin and Jimin's mind running at 500 miles per minute. How was Jimin supposed to navigate this? What should he say? Would Yoongi move his arm away if Jimin said anything about it.
"Hey, Jimin. I have more than a brain crush on you."
"Like a friend crush?"
"Look at me?"
The process of looking felt like moving through jello yet somehow, Jimin did it. Yoongi seemed to hold the whole world in his eyes and Jimin's whole mind was blank. There was a warm heat that radiated from Yoongi and Jimin wanted to feel more of it. His warmth was like a siren call that Jimin couldn't leave the path of.
"Like a romantic crush." Yoongi whispered, his eyes searching Jimin's face for something.
Whatever he was looking for, all Jimin gave him was a wide eyed, open mouth expression of shock.
This had to be some sort of stress-induced dream.
Finally his mind and voice started to work, "Me too, I think."
Yoongi smiled, "Just think?"
"I know! I know. I-- Can I kiss you?"
Instead of answering, Yoongi leaned forward and Jimin swore he saw stars. For once, Jimin thought that he could do spells because of the sheer amount of joy that was rushing around his body.
The kiss seemed to last forever and for a millisecond.
"Want to go on a date later this week?"
"Yes! Please!"
Yoongi laughed, a large smile growing on his face and Jimin melted. Yoongi's gummy smile might be his favorite smile yet. They kissed again and maybe for a few hours because they could. In the calm of the library office, time seemed to melt together as they chatted and kissed. Thunder boomed but it was better with Yoongi there to kiss away his fears.
By the time the tornado warning passed and the campus opened again, Yoongi was there to walk Jimin home. Just in case thunder came and scared Jimin on the walk home.
By the time Jimin settled into his apartment, Jimin fell into his bed, screaming all the excited energy that had been growing uncontrollably.
This may be the fifth time he realized he was in love with Yoongi.
There is an endless number of talented BTS fic writers on Tumblr who put their heart and soul into their work! This post is the first of many to come that appreciates and supports exactly these stories and their creators. In that sense, note again, this is just a list of fic recs and not my own content.
NOTE: Most of these contain NSFW content, so minors: DNI!
(I know April is already over, but school is demanding, so here’s my April-in-May-list! :D)
KEY:
[a] angst | [f] fluff | [s] smut | [c] crack
e2l - Enemies to Lovers
f2l - Friends to Lovers
s2f/l - Strangers to Friends/Lovers
ex2l - Exes to Lovers
est/rel - Established Relationship
SEOKJIN
opaline moon by @missgeniality - idol!au, f2l; a, s, f
birthday bash (ft. kth) by @hoebii - hybrid!au, est/rel; f
soft by ^ - est/rel; f, c
blossom (ft. pjm & jjk) by @btsmosphere - a
YOONGI
noise complaints by @sugasbabiie - neighbours!au; a, s
fine by @ddaechwita - est/rel; a, f
cupid’s curse by @ressjeon - college!au, ex2l; a, s
HOSEOK
undistorted by @btsmosphere - hp!au, soulmate!au, f2l; a, f
NAMJOON
promise by @joheunsaram - college/roommate!au, e2l; a, f, s
the pages between us by @r-m - est/rel; f, s
looking for something right (ft. jjk) by @biaswreckme - college/roommate!au, s2l; f, s
JIMIN
blossom (ft. ksj & jjk) by @btsmosphere - a
eleven by @mimikookie - ex2l; a
love me now by @biaswreckme - f
novocaine by @kinktae - 90s!au, ex2l; a, f, s (ongoing)
a heart doesn’t break even by @xiaokoo - school!au, fwb!au e2l; a, f, s, c (ongoing)
to the moon (ft. jjk) by @hoebii - college!au, est/rel; a, f
TAEHYUNG
pour up (ft. jjk) by @jungkxook - college/frat boy!au; s
birthday bash (ft. ksj) by @hoebii - hybrid!au, est/rel; f
across the tracks by @btsmosphere - dystopian!au, s2l; a, f
knock knock by ^ - college/roommate!au, e2l; a, f
7:53 AM by @ddaechwita - est/rel; f
good girl by @suga-kookiemonster - office!au; s
tempting (rewritten) by @kinktae - fantasy!au; a, s
when you’re expecting by @sleepyjhs - est/rel; f
royal blood by @erotikkook - royal/magic!au; a, f (ongoing)
photobooth by @hesperantha - est/rel; s
blooming for you by @imyourhobiii - college!au, f2l; f
devilish by @noteguk - est/rel; s
witcher by @xpeachesncream - fantasy/witcher!au, e2l; f, s
babysitters club by @baepsaesbae - babysitting!au, s2l, f, s
bloody blue by @masterninjacow - royal!au, l2ex; a
slow motion by @hantaev - est/rel; a, f
mr. lindo by @jimidol - ceo!au, husband!au, est/rel; f, s
never look back by @sugasbabiie - ceo!au, ex2l2ex; a, s
amnesia by @xiaokoo - exes!au; a
masked by @jungkooksbroski - hybrid/werewolf!au; a, f (ongoing)
JUNGKOOK
the element of surprise by @btsmosphere | est/rel; f
blossom (ft. pjm & ksj) by ^ - a
pour up (ft. kth) by @jungkxook - college/frat boy!au; s
melomaniac by ^ - band!au, f2l; a, f, s
make it right by ^ - band!au, ex2l; a, s
kick in the right direction by @xiaokoo - school!au, f2l; f, c
pretty bunny by ^ - hp!au, est/rel; s
indulgence by @ppersonna - est/rel; f, s
whatever it takes by @thotantics - breakup; a, s
found and lost by @hoebii - soulmate!au, e2l; a, f
to the moon (ft. pjm) by ^ - college!au, est/rel; a, f
rain by @masterninjacow - mafia!au, est/rel; a, f
looking for something right (ft. knj) by @biaswreckme - college/roommate!au, s2l; f, s
OT7
no doubt about it by @hoebii - est/rel; a, f
calico by @voiceswithoutlips - hybrid!au, s2f2l; a, f, eventual s (ongoing)
into the blue by ^ - abo!au, s2l; f, eventual s (ongoing)
recommend a fic! (especially hoseok ones, please!!)
⇢Explicit (18+)
⇢Pairing: JJK & PJM
⇢Genre: Smut, BL, romance, angst, drama, android AU
⇢Word count: 7.5k (A long, juicy one.)
⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, thick sticky ice cream and two horny boys, foodplay, oral, fuckin’, dirty talk, whiny jm and this is something i thrive on reading, actual sweet moments cuz jk is down bad and in love with his jm, idk what else its just a ton of smut and some sticky sugar highs.
Jimin. Jimin...
"Tell me your full name... I need to know, Jimin.."
“I’ll give you anything you ask for,” Jungkook says quietly. His free hand smooths down Jimin’s stomach and carefully grasps his pretty cock, guiding it to his lips for a taste. He flattens his tongue, licking a slow, long stripe from the shaft to the tip, humming in delight at the bittersweet flavor of slick precum on his lips. “I’ve never done this before,” he admits, though he’s not entirely clueless. He’s seen Jimin in action, and as a great observer, he learned a few things. He knows from experiencing how good a warm tongue feels against his own length, feeling it twitch as it remains untouched. Now, he wants to ensure the whore feels just how amazing it is to be pampered in one out of many ways that the man could provide.
Jungkook repeats his actions, licking experimentally to slick every inch of Jimin’s length, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking it inside the warm flesh of his mouth. He keeps his eyes focused on what’s above him, searching for reactions and whimpers. When he gets the most, he keeps doing what seems to feel the best. He can’t take it as deep as Jimin, not nearly experienced enough, but he can take the swollen tip and suck it purposefully while his free hand roams down to massage his aching length. Vibrating moans muffle through his stuffed mouth.
Jimin relaxes his shoulders and drapes backwards, letting the back of his head drop to the table with a thunk. "I--I, oh fuck."
Helpless, stuttered whimpers. Hands move to grab onto something stable as he already feels his high ramping up. His fingers find purchase along the edge of the table, so he grips it tight to keep from pressing Jungkook's head down to take him all the way. This sensation is foreign to the sex worker. He could make a customer cum in under a minute from start to finish with just his mouth, but this is not close to what he recalls it feeling like. From the receiving end, this is more than pleasure.
As the rich man's tongue openly laps up the length of Jimin and swirls around his tip, he feels the commitment in each little movement. It's obvious, without looking at the man, that he wants to do this because he genuinely cares for how Jimin feels. He cares that a whore feels pleasure, and while he's claimed to care before, it's felt in every fibre of the small male's being.
"Like that, you--perfect. L-like that. Just like that." Jimin wriggles until he can't take it anymore. He cards a hand through Jungkook's hair once again and rocks his hips up to bury his cock deep. There's a glint of remorse for doing so, but the fleshy hug of the man's throat makes him quickly forget he's being too rough. "It's okay, moan around me, Jungkook. Touch yourself...keep, yes, keep going. Gag on it p-please. Wanna hear you so bad..."
“Mmhff—!” Jungkook was caught off guard, choking on the sudden intrusion down his throat. But he doesn’t attempt to withdraw, nor does he complain—he’s finally gotten Jimin to act on his own desires, and that in itself makes his cock pulsate in excitement.
Jungkook strokes his cock with more urgency as he does his best to breathe through flaring nostrils, drool seeping from his lips down his chin. His doe eyes glaze over with a layer of tears, but he’s adamant to do well for the whore. He withdraws to take another breath, soothing the burning in his lungs craving air.
“So fuckin’ hot.. keep saying my name, keep saying it..” he whines with a strained voice before diving back in to take Jimin’s cock down his throat, this time more prepared for the sensation. He sucks purposefully, messy and loud. Just hearing the small man saying his given name for the first time—not Jeon, just Jungkook.. his heart beats so hard that it might burst out of his chest.
The rich man takes Jimin’s fleshy cock as deeply as he can, beyond his abilities until his gag reflex reacts strongly, choking and constricting around it tightly. He withdraws again, thick strings of drool connecting the tip to his tongue, displaying just how wet and messy he’s willing to get to please.
“Fuck my mouth. Use me.” He whimpers, squeezing out thick droplets of precum from his own cock to slick over the swollen head. He spreads the slick arousal and strokes himself to tortuously stay on the edge. Once again, he dives in to suck Jimin’s rigid length into his mouth, his eyes sparkling with tears as he looks up at the blonde, hoping he will oblige to his wishes.
"You're...so pretty," Jimin muses out loud in a slight slur. In this light, he cannot hold back his unfiltered thoughts. Abs twitch as he sits up to get a better look at his buyer's face, shakily brushing back his raven hair as it falls over his face. "You're gorgeous, Jungkook. God..." The whore admires him in this vulnerable and giving state. Blushed pink lips, dampened with spit and crystals of sugar. Jungkook's swollen pout hugs his cock perfectly, applying just the right amount of pressure around his sensitive skin. There's nothing comparable to the tight, hot hug as his mouth as it bobs up and down, eager to please.
"I'll use you," Jimin purrs, cupping his client's chin in his sweaty palm, lifting his hips to slowly bury his length down Jungkook's throat. "You want that, baby? I'll f-fuck this mouth..." He becomes distracted once he feels the younger man constrict around him, clearly unprepared for what he's requested. "...make you drool all over my dick...and swallow my cum." Quick, short snaps of Jimin's hips. Audible moans and whimpers as the vascular ridges of his cock slip in and out. He licks his plump lips and hums at the sticky sweetness left behind. "Would you do that for me? Would y-you like to--" His thighs quiver as he reaches his end. The deeper he goes, the brighter Jungkook's eyes glisten under the low lights--wide, dark, wanting. It's everything he didn't know he needed, and the realization hits him at the bitter end.
Before he can receive a word of confirmation, Jimin’s cock pulses ropes of cum into the CEO's hot gripping throat. He balances precariously on his butt while rutting sporadically, dragging his length out to paint the pout of Jungkook's lips. The sight of the man grips the blonde by his heartstrings--never once having seen something so beautiful in all his life. Relinquishing everything to see a simple whore’s contented face. Requesting to be used, with only the desire to fulfill.
"Kiss me." Jimin leans forward and guides their lips to touch, lingering to share breath. Relishing in the slick smacks of Jungkook fisting his cock beneath the table.
Jungkook swallows tightly, an audible gulp to serve as a reply to the previous question that he didn't get to answer. He gladly took the result of his hard work-- the result of Jimin's pleasure into his own body, even if he struggled to do as well as the whore could've.
Kiss me.
Jimin didn't need to ask twice. This request must be one of the most beautiful words he's ever said to Jungkook, besides using his given name in a very intimate moment. It's overwhelming, his heart aching, not able to fathom just how much love a human heart could contain. Just when he thinks he couldn't love Jimin more, he continuously falls for him over and over, through the smallest of things.
Jungkook gives his length a taunting squeeze before letting go, once again ripping himself from the edging orgasm that aches to burst-- but not yet. He gets up on his feet, cupping Jimin's cheeks in his large hands to tilt his chin up. With a simple lean forward, he places a longing kiss on those plush lips he dreams of every second of the day. Their lips are sticky with sugar, cum and spit-- and never has a kiss tasted better. Needy whines break the silence between damp kisses, and Jungkook couldn't help but let the tears that were previously caged as a layer over his eyes fall down his cheeks as they close. His length lays heavy against Jimin's stomach, but he ignores the ache for now, too indulged in the sweet moment where he finally sees Jimin in a vulnerable state.
"You need to cum," the whore whispers into their kiss, dragging his fingers lightly down Jungkook's chest until it wraps delicately around his wet shaft. He pumps it in lazy strokes and captures the man's whimpers between their lips, giving some of his own in return. In this room, behind sound-proofed walls and encircled by the calming warmth of heat, it's so easy for Jimin to get lost in this fantasy.
He kisses his buyer back with closed eyes and soft breaths--chest rising and falling slower and slower as his orgasm fades to a pleasant warmth. In this little bubble they've created, he doesn't feel like a whore. There's passion in the soft stroke of his tongue. Silent thanks to his client for giving him something whores rarely receive after selling every bit of themselves. Both of their bodies and the table they're pressed against is a complete and utter mess. It creaks gently as the sex worker picks up his pace, playing with his client while swallowing his whines.
"How would you like it, Jungkook?" He says the man's name deliberately. He lets his eyelids fall shut and presses another sweet and lingering kiss before looking up at the man--stars in his glassy eyes.
"Hmm.." Jungkook seems to think about his answer, dumbfounded by the beauty of the whore. He stares back, dark eyes hazy and blank as they get lost in the moment yet again; those pretty eyes looking up at him like he's the only person in the entire world. His lower lip trembles when Jimin's skillful hand works his cock to the edge for what feels like the tenth time, whining and grabbing Jimin's wrist to stop him by bringing his hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles softly. "Need you to sit on my cock. But don't ride it, just... sit on it. Okay?" He breathes out quiet, shaky words, as if his body is aching and screaming against his own request; begging to just be allowed to cum. But he didn't want to, not yet.
"At least try not to..." He adds to make it less tortuous, whether it be for Jimin or for himself. With one more chaste kiss against the man's small hand, he takes a step back, helping him down on his feet. "Grab whichever ice cream you like best, and bring it to me." Finally, some amusement laces his tone, brushing his arm against the whore's as he walks past him to climb up on the bed, sitting with his back resting against the headboard, fully in the nude and waiting. "I'm still hungry, Jimin."
Jimin's pink tongue dampens his lips as he surveys his choices. There's so many, he finds it difficult to choose; chocolate with ribbons of caramel and fudge, mint chip, brownie sundae, lemon sorbet with fresh rind, to name a few. Eyes trail between the frozen containers and the lofty bed that Jungkook seems to just sink into. Without wasting another minute, he goes for his first choice—french vanilla. According to the label it's slow churned, thick and rich with whole cream.
"Mm, this one," the blonde announces as he waves the pint-sized container for his customer to see. He crawls onto the bed and palms at Jungkook's knees for balance, a little clumsily as the alcohol makes him dizzy, lustful…and hungry as well.
He responds so quickly to the simple brush of skin and tingles to feel more sensation--feed his client and experience the switch between hot and cold. Shiver and shake while sheathed over his new favorite cock, which glistens with needy pre cum, still incredibly hard and begging for release. Jimin takes the initiative and straddles his client's lap. The press of the man's vascular shaft between his cheeks draws a shiver, and he can feel his own length stir back to life.
"Sit on you, hm?" He feels the power building back within himself. As he hovers over the CEO, his long lashes fan over the apples of his cheeks, demure and graceful.
He suckles two small fingers into his mouth and wets them well, lapping his tongue against them in lewd swipes. Hums and moans reverberate around the digits until they're dripping. Jimin's fingertips fall down behind him and glide against his tight entrance. He swipes over it slowly and bites his lip at the sensitivity. Erotic moans slip out of pouty swollen lips when he gives himself a quick prod with one, and sinks in the second soon after. Wasting time is not an option, so he fingers in and out in impatient pulses until he feels himself relax enough.
"This c-cock, mmf." He lines up the tip at his rim and begins to sink down.
Jungkook shamelessly groans in relief when Jimin does so, twitching eagerly to be embraced fully by his warmth.
"It loves you,” he moans quietly, biting his lower lip to keep himself grounded–not just to throw everything aside to just pump him full of cum immediately.
He takes a deep breath and holds one hand on Jimin's hip to keep him still, while the other reaches for the pint of ice cream. Sitting up comfortably, he rips the lid off and digs two fingers into the creamy, cold sweet. With his digits properly coated, he shivers from the shift in temperature and pops it into his mouth for a taste. He hums in approval, then digs all of his fingers into the tub with greed.
"Arch your back, show me your pretty chest." Jungkook licks his lips clean, placing his ice cream covered fingers on the middle of Jimin's chest, smearing it down the line of his stomach and watching small goosebumps appear on his skin. He swipes a small amount on his finger and rubs it onto the whore's pierced nipple, enjoying the sensation of it hardening beneath the pad of his digit. The contrast of hot, heavy breaths brush against his cold body. It makes his cock throb inside, making it incredibly difficult to not just burst inside without moving.
"O-oh." Jimin does as he's told and arches his back, sinking down onto the thick cock even further until his cheeks become flush with Jungkook's thighs. Even more, he follows his client's instructions and holds still, to the best of his ability. By instinct, he wants to start riding--place his clammy hands on his partner's legs and begin to roll his hips in tight movements. But shimmering white cream glides down his chest and distracts his mind for just a bit.
Sticky and thick, the ice cream warms against the heat of Jimin's thin torso. It combines with the sugary crystals left by the sour gummies and sloppy drizzles of white and milk chocolate. He's a delectable sundae, sat on his buyer's lap like a good boy, coated in sweetness. There's a subtle chatter to the whore's teeth as he closes his mouth in a contented hum.
"Mm," he breathes. "More, Jungkook. You're hungry, right? Cover me...lick it up."
Jungkook obliges, digging out a chunk with his cold, numbed fingers. He holds it delicately between his fingers and presses it against Jimin’s warm stomach, watching the cream melt and create a sticky trail in its wake. He continues to paint his body, up and up until he reaches the whores neck and guides his fingers to his lips.
“Here.” He offers, glazing those plush, pretty lips with the stickiness, like a sugary lip balm. While busying the whore with his fingers, he leans in to drag his flattened tongue up his stomach, following the faint line of his torso. He leaves licks, kisses and small bites behind as he moves up, cleaning up the mess he created.
“The ice cream tastes extraordinary when it’s from your body.” He praises in his own way, glancing up with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Every little breath and moan he’s able to earn from Jimin makes his body hotter, and his cock twitch desperately inside, screaming for attention. “Y-you can move when you want to...” he finally gives in to the painful desires, however he gives the power of his own release to the whore. He decides when he wants to roll his little hips, skillful and experienced to make a man cum in minutes. Which is what he’s been avoiding— knowing just how he wouldn’t last even longer than other clients due to his infatuation.
Jungkook coats his fingers again, this time both of his hands to paint a claw-like pattern down Jimin’s neck to his chest, once again worshiping his pretty, perky chest. The arch of his back makes him look sinful and adorable at once...
“I’ll cum inside, okay..?” The rich man warns, swiping ice cream off with a finger to bring it to his lips, sucking it clean. The other remains cold, playing with the whores nipple, tugging lightly on the piercing. “Please, fuck me now, I can’t wait... I thought I could, but you’re just— fuck.” He’s unable to finish his sentence, breaking down slowly when his cock feels the flesh clench around him.
Every little shiver from the blonde causes his ring of nerves to flutter around his client’s buried shaft. The tensing muscle does more than drive Jungkook mad, it also ripples pleasure throughout the whore’s entire being. Down to his fingertips, every part of him sings to move and chase more of the euphoric high.
His hips begin to move, rocking gently forward and back, to savor the tantalizing stretch.
“Look what you’ve done,” he groans, swiping his lips with sleek saliva. “Made me just as d-desperate...” his hips jut forward and accentuate the slope of his spine. “Just as needy—fuck!” Another jut causes the man’s tip to prod the blonde’s tender prostate. He keens over for a second with sticky hands on the CEOs broad chest to catch his breath. Pretty little cock ruts pathetically against Jungkook’s pelvis and drags the thick length in and out in shallow pumps.
“This body needs your cum.” Jimin lifts up his body and sits back down, engulfing every inch of his buyer in hot constricting flesh. His hand slides down his small chest to capture a chilly dollop of ice cream, hooking it on his finger and suckling it audibly. “F-fuck it into me.”
Jimin’s siren eyes fall shut, rolling his hips quickly, greedily milking what he wants while overstimulating the special spot inside him. It aches, trembles for release. Pearly droplets of precum slide down Jimin’s smooth tip, and he knows, just as soon as his client is satisfied...he will cum just as forcefully.
”Now, baby.” The whore commands it as his reddened cheeks smack against Jungkook’s thighs. He smears the mess up and down his torso, whining for relief. “N-need it...”
Jimin's whiny pleas are more than enough to spur Jungkook into action, unable to deny him for anything he asks for. It's impossible, especially when every sweet moan is followed by torturous, alluring rolls of the whore's hips, feeling his plump cheeks flatten against tensed thighs.
"H-how can you say that and not expect me to love you more.." He licks his lips, biting back the moan that scratches deep down from his chest. But he fails, jaw falling slack to vocalize the pleasure he feels. His voice is strained, raspy and deep in it's tone, laced with desperation to feel more.
Jungkook's hands trace hungrily down Jimin's sticky stomach, snaking around his slim waist to settle on his ass. He shamelessly fondles and gropes at the flesh, spreading the cheeks to open him up further for his cock. He keeps a steady grasp, taking control over the smaller man's body to guide the movements to his own liking. Lifting his weight up, which is barely anything to his strong arms, he slides down the bed on his back for comfort, half laying down to brace his feet on the bed.
"You need it.." He repeats Jimin's words. Everything he says etches to the back of his mind, like a broken record of sinful moans that drive him mad with lust. He wants to hear more; to make the whore feel so good he can't think of anything else but their own private moment together, isolated from the world, without responsibilities or expectations. Right now, he's simply Jeon Jungkook, a young man who's giving his all to a man whom he loves. Jimin. Jimin...
"Tell me your full name." Jungkook looks up at the man. With a harsh bucking of his hips, he fucks his cock up into Jimin. Shaky, hot breaths alternate between his nostrils and mouth, low grunts following as he repeats his action, using Jimin's hole to bury his cock over and over. "I need to know, Jimin.."
“P-park!” Jimin wrenches his eyes shut and licks his lips to focus on the forceful intrusion. Stretching out his rim after a week of nothing, teasing his swollen prostate. He’s become so ready for this moment that his flesh feels virginal. Pure. Untouched. “Park Jimin,” he whines, jostling on top of the rich man, rolling his hips to meet the rutting from below.
The little whore revels in these moments of near-ecstasy, where both him and Jungkook are at their breaking points. Clamoring onto each other and speaking aloud without filtration. Using each other—feeling the pulse of hot blood race beneath their fingertips as they press desperately into the other, holding on tight.
“My name is Park Jimin—gah!” The blonde gasps as a second orgasm builds within him, tingling outward, across the surface of his skin. He knocks his head back and bares his porcelain neck, jutting his perky pierced nipples up towards the ceiling while his mouth falls open in a silent shout. His hand wraps around his leaking shaft and pumps it in arrhythmic, slick smacks. As the length continues to fuck into him—throbbing, swelling—Jimin clings his other hand onto the strong arm of his buyer. Waits to hear the rewarding sounds of the man releasing everything into his small body before he even thinks of cumming again.
"Park Jimin.." The name rolls off of Jungkook's lips so naturally, filled with every emotion he's capable of having in his human heart, and more. It brings him over the edge, his long impending orgasm finally tipped to spill over. "F-fuck, I... I'm gonna cum—fuck!" He cries aloud, wrapping his arms around Jimin's lower back to force his small body forward on top of his own, interrupting the way he touched himself, instead using the friction of their sticky bodies to rub against his pretty cock while he fucks up into him with lazy, wet snaps of his hips. It doesn't take much until he grows tired, lazily thrusting a few more times before he stills his hips, abs flexing and thighs trembling heavily. Spurts of thick, hot cum gushes with every desperate pulse of his cock, feeding Jimin's body with everything he's got.
"Shi—c-christ.." He moans lowly, screwing his eyes shut, overwhelmed with the intensity of his orgasm. Their previous times were nothing compared to this. Jungkook's chest heaves up and down in a broken pattern, shaky and out of breath. His heart pounds so hard, it almost makes him dizzy—hazy in his state of lustful love. He runs his hands up Jimin's back with one hand, snaking the other up to cup the blonde's jaw, guiding his plush lips to meet in a kiss. He swallows each of his canary moans, grinding his swollen, sensitive cockhead against Jimin's softened, used prostate, trying his best to bring him down with him into the pit of pleasure he's drowning in. "Kiss me when you cum, angel. Don't hold back on those sweet sounds."
The room begins to spin in slow circles as Jimin's hot lips press against Jungkook's. "I—hah...Jeon-ah," he whines, reverberating into his partner's pout.
The blonde no longer touches himself and merely lets the eroticism of their joined bodies be enough to send him toppling over the edge. It's the alcohol, Jimin tries to convince himself as his body shakes to a blinding orgasm. It's the alcohol, and the high of good money, and the rush of sticky sweet sugar...
It's also the tender and loving cup of his jaw, guided for a deeper kiss. It's the way Jungkook continues to fuck up into him even after he's spent and sated. This selflessness...it will be the whore's undoing.
As Jimin cums a second time, he constricts around the thick length buried deep inside. He lets the friction of their tacked pelvises rub his cock to finish. Lending all his restless energy to the passionate kiss he now controls—pinching Jungkook's bottom lip between his teeth and soothing it over with gentle sucks. Laving his tongue across the plump reddened skin and feeling the man's heartbeat in his warm breaths.
"A-ahh, so much, I—" He can't bring himself to say much more. Unable to articulate how good it feels to be full of this man. Not any man, but this one. What it means to the sex worker is...he's feeling much more than the satisfaction of a job well done.
"Can't stop cumming...it's too...fuck, too good." His cock twitches, laying spent against his abdomen, coated in tacky strands of his own arousal. The mushroom tip pulses out one...two more times, until he's milked and exhausted. Jimin topples forward and lays his chest against Jungkook's...still...until their breaths fall in sync. "I should...be paying you."
"Hah... Maybe." Jungkook rests his head against a pillow, forehead sticky with sweat, catching strands of his raven curls. He brushes it away from his eyes, although closing them to just enjoy the moment of stillness.
"Park Jimin." He says quietly, glancing down through damp lashes. He combs his fingers through Jimin's blonde curls and exposes his pretty, porcelain-like skin, admiring the man that for sure could ruin him in every way if he so wishes to. And he'd be fine with it. "I want to ask you something..."
Jungkook pauses, soothing the smaller man by rubbing his small back, holding him close to his chest. He feels like a protector in this moment, strong and needed.. When he's sure he's got Jimin's attention, although he's got him pressed close to his torso, he decides to just go for it. While playing with blonde strings of the whore's soft hair between his fingers, his eyes roam the room. His heartbeat picks back up in pace, a telltale sign he's both excited and anxious.
"So, uh..." He worries his lower lip between his teeth, softly massaging Jimin's neck with his hand, "Do you want to go out with me? As... Park Jimin, not..." He doesn't finish his sentence, he doesn't like the word people use for people in his profession. Whore. It tasted bad in his mouth, so he says nothing. "I'll treat you."
The question doesn’t seem to reach Jimin’s ears until well after Jungkook uttered it.
”Go out.” ...That’s a common request of someone in his profession, but the way the rich man asks, seems like he has no intention of paying by the hour.
“You mean, like a date?”
Now Jimin’s heartbeat picks up in pace, and it nearly matches the nervous flutter of butterflies in his buyer’s chest. Never in all his years of doing this has he been so easily affected by a customer. Sure, some have tugged his heartstrings with sob stories of their past. Some have held him close like he’s precious and pure, but then treated him like the whore they bought him to be. That’s what he’s used to. Not this...
“A date,” Jimin states for clarity into the warm crease of Jungkook’s collar. It makes his mouth go dry. Now the central heating of their VIP suite feels burning hot. “With Park Jimin. Not Jimin, the whore.”
The blonde has no reservations against calling himself such a thing. It’s a part of him—it’s how he gained his independence and became the strong and confident person he is today. To him, there’s no shame in calling him exactly as he is. W h o r e. It’s one of those words that holds no weight or makes much sense once it’s said enough times. But the more Jimin thinks of what it means to Jungkook, a man who’s claimed to love him, he begins to understand how such a word might make him shiver.
His cheek rests comfortably along the CEO’s clavicle and feels the subconscious flex of his nervous muscles. He’d fool himself if he didn’t admit feeling the same nerves, just...for different reasons.
“This date...” the blonde muses aloud. “Where are you planning to take me? What would we...do? I haven’t—“ he shakes his head lightly and lets his shaggy curls drape over his eyes to cover the blush forming. “I don’t go on dates, usually.”
Jungkook continues to mindlessly roam his hand down Jimin's back, drawing irregular patterns into his skin to keep himself busy, to think of anything but the immensely loud sound of his heart beating in his ears. He enjoys it though, this new feeling. He's never been this anxious about somebody in his life, always used to getting his way without a second thought, because he's never had to receive somebody's consent for such a trivial decision. And.. he's never once asked somebody out on a date. The sincerity in his heart was so clear, yet he fears rejection. However... It looks like Jimin isn't opposed to the proposition, which makes the beating of his heart less painful and welcomed instead.
"I want to take you to a nice restaurant... Dress you up nicely, in uh...normal clothes, not something so exposing." He chuckles at how ridiculous he probably sounds. But it is his truth, he wants to see Jimin in something more casual, which he hasn’t seen before; to see him through a different light without the intention of sex. "Maybe a couple drinks. You can order whatever you want..."
The rich man can't shy away from the fact that he wants the blonde to have whatever he wishes for. He licks his chapped lips nervously, swiping the pads of his digits up the line that showcases Jimin's spine underneath the skin, "Just talk, have a good time, without any other expectations or obligations. You owe me nothing for it. All I hope is that you'll enjoy my company like I do yours."
He's rambling at this point, trying to convey his feelings properly; He doesn't expect sex, although he wouldn't be able to say no. He just wants to make sure the whore understands that this is not work, and that he's not obliged to pay back with his body in any way.
“Just want you. All of you,” Jungkook whispers, a small smile growing on his lips at the thought. He's said it so many times, and every time his feelings grow and feel more real.
“T-that would be...”
Impossible. There is that voice at the back of Jimin’s mind, the skeptic and precautious side of him—his inner saboteur. Once a whore, always a whore. But those thoughts don’t change the fact that he wants this. Whatever this man is promising feels genuine and true. It sounds like a dream, to be pampered...with no expectations.
...Want you...all of you...
“It sounds so...” Jimin wants to say ’fake’ because that’s how he’s trained himself to think. But he closes his eyes and focuses on the gentle glide of fingers across his exposed back—as love radiates through the younger man’s skin and into him. Helps him realize how the simplicity of what he’s asking is just that—simple. And so should the answer.
“Yes,” he breathes out a nervous chuckle, “You can take me on a date.” Jimin’s eyes cast down the length of their messy bodies, as the ice cream and sugar crystals begin to cement to their skin. How he’d ever walk confidently in anything other than latex, mesh, pleather, or his bare skin is beyond him. But he would like to try, at least once.
The rare bunny-like grin—wide and toothy—suddenly breaks out across Jungkook's face. He can't physically hold it back even if he tries to. It's like a huge weight has suddenly lifted from his heart and become light as a feather, fluttering in his chest like an army of butterflies bursting from his soul.
He said yes.
"I'm so happy!" Jungkook blurts out, and even his tone fails to hide it. He repositions himself to sit up, lifting Jimin into his lap to look at his flushed face. The rich man's smile remains plastered over his lips, childish and naïve as if nothing could stop him. "Saturday evening?" He asks, cupping the worker’s warm cheeks in his hands, "I'm too busy tomorrow, unfortunately, but that gives me time to send you some things in preparation... How does that sound? I'll pick you up, all you have to do is be ready...and hungry. I'll take care of the rest."
Treated with any higher regard and Jimin could let it all go to his head, if it hasn't already.
"Saturday works." He melts into the gentle cradling of his face. Tilts his head to lean deeper into the man's palm. "I can do that."
Considering the way Jungkook dresses himself, the possibilities for how he'd like to dress Jimin is beyond comprehension. All the small, stark nude male knows is he'll feel like a new man.
As Jimin tilts his eyes up to match the adoring gaze, he thinks, new isn't always so bad. This is new...just existing...being. Cradled in the arms of another human and feeling comforted.
"Why can't I see you tomorrow?" Jimin's eyes grow wider after asking. To him, he couldn't have sounded more pathetically needy and affection-starved. "I mean..." he pivots, "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Work." Jungkook keeps his answer short and sweet, unlike anything else he's done so far.
Although he clearly has expressed his feelings for the machines that live amongst humanity, there is a reason he began in the first place. There’s a reason why he continues to be one of the most well-known men in the country, and even the world. Work will remain work, but to this man, it is much more than a simple paycheck. It's been his life for longer than he can remember.
"Sadly," the celeb glances at the clock on the wall, sighing when time seems to have flown by way faster than he wishes. “Now I have to get going." Jungkook looks at Jimin again, pulling him in for a gentle, slow kiss. He allows his lips to linger for a moment before withdrawing, letting his hands slide down to his sides. "I would've loved to spend the night with you, but I need to be up early." He speaks apologetically. It's obvious in his expression that he doesn't want to, but he's dedicated to his word. "I'll give you a ride home on the way, okay?"
Jimin nods. “Of course.” This is wholly unlike the last time they met. He’s clinging to the moment—clinging to the high of being around the rich man and basking in his warmth. Although he doesn’t like the uncertainty of where these feelings will lead, he’s enjoying the idea of having a night without expectations. A night as Park Jimin, which at this point, he’ll need to relearn how to be.
“I’ll grab my things,” the small male says, placing a tender kiss at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. He doesn’t even think twice about doing it now. Even though he continues to be on the clock, he does it for himself. Paid or unpaid...he wants it all.
Climbing off his buyer’s lap and hopping from the bed, he tries not to look overly excited. He slips into his messy mesh shirt and sullied shorts with a slight smile. Tosses Jungkook’s clothing towards his way, stepping over drying puddles of chocolate that stain the VIP suite floor.
“Let’s get the hell out of here before the boss sees what we did to this place.”
"I mean, if he gives me such sweet things to play with, he can't really be mad at how they’re used.." Jungkook chuckles while slipping his clothes on, ruffling his hair as he takes a quick look in the mirror. Good enough. Obviously, he's a bit messier than when he arrived, but what is there to expect when you leave a place like this. "But yeah, let's get out of here." He snakes an arm around Jimin's shoulder, pulling him in to kiss his temple before dragging him along out the door, past bodyguards and strangers.
While heading towards the exit, it's like the eyes of every stranger and familiar face are drawn to the couple. They stand out, the human whore and the rich CEO... Jungkook glances, noticing the attention he's drawing to himself and Jimin, but he holds the man closer, as if protecting him from the view of possible cameras, slipping out in the dark. He scurries out the door first and holds it open for his date, looking over his shoulder with a smile before slamming it shut behind them.
Cool refreshing night air greets both their sweet and sweat-tacked faces. It's like a kiss of repose once they made it past the watchful stare of strangers and fellow sex workers. Jimin didn't need to make eye contact to notice each and every one of them were either curious, envious, or angry. No matter the reaction, the little whore doesn't keep friends long enough to care. This time, he has the comforting arm of Jeon Jungkook wrapped around his shoulders as he endures piercing glares, shot into his half nude back.
Jimin's smile grows wider as he swings open the passenger door and slips into his designated spot. The position of the seat is still to his specifications, locked forward a couple inches from default and tilted upward for height.
Within seconds, the car rumbles to life and tingles his bottom with perfectly warmed leather. This feeling of contentment goes beyond the simple luxuries of heated and adjustable seats. The fact that nothing has changed since he last exited the car shows him, in the most subtle of ways, that his presence is not easily forgotten by the CEO.
Once Jungkook settles into his spot, Jimin's hand mindlessly wanders to rest on his thigh.
"Sorry for, uh..." the blonde nips his lip and looks down at his sticky clothing. "I hope you don't mind a little chocolate on your upholstery..."
Jungkook places his hand over Jimin's, squeezing it reassuringly. "Don't apologize, it was my idea." He licks his lips at the memory, smiling forward as he focuses back on the road. "Where do you live again?" He fishes out his phone and hands it to Jimin after unlocking it, as if his device didn't contain so much sensitive data. "Type it into the GPS, it'll show up on my dashboard." He hums, turning the dashboard monitor on. "Save it too, I'm sure I'll be going there often. I'm not the best at navigating, so.."
Jimin chuckles. "Okay, Jeon."
A quick couple of minutes with the man's phone, and Jimin has his address queued and displayed on the dash. However, he's not in any rush to give it back. The phone itself is weighty like titanium or something similar—built to withstand a great fall. It feels expensive, and the little whore is sure there's value in the contents more than anything.
He opens the camera app and flips the lens to face himself, leaning over Jungkook's lap to get a shot of them together. "Smile," he chirps, sticking out his tongue and snapping a couple quick pictures to capture their messy unkept state. "There, now you have something more valuable than my address or the business contacts in here." Jimin waves the phone in the air before placing it in Jungkook's lap, overly pleased with himself.
"Thanks." Jungkook lets the phone fall to rest between his legs, too focused on making sure he finds the right way, and glad that GPS exists.
A comfortable ride follows. The wealthy man keeps a hand on the wheel while the other seeks out Jimin. Anywhere is fine, but the first thing he reaches for is his hand. He feels how it's still faintly sticky, just like his own. He says nothing, simply wanting to hold hands like high school students on their first date. And once he thinks of it, he realizes this is the first time he’s done this. It makes his cheeks flush, heart go aflutter, and his lips twitch to a smile.
"We're here, I think." Jungkook says when they make it to Jimin's building, glancing out at the aesthetic. He turns to lean in closer, brushing Jimin's stringy blonde curls away from his face, a small pout on his lips. "Are you excited for Saturday? Promise you will wear what I send you?" He pouts harder, using his doe eyes as a weapon of persuasion.
Jimin's eyes fall away from Jungkook's, too easily affected by the power they hold. "I'm not not excited," he mutters, wishing his face didn't subconsciously show how flustered he gets by the man's sweet demeanor. Although the longer his date's eyes linger on his for a proper response, the harder it is to play it off casually.
"Fuck." Jimin chuckles and gives Jungkook a light shove at the center of his strong chest. "I'm excited, okay? Of course I'll wear what you send me." He motions to his ruined mesh shirt and his tight pleather shorts. "I'm comfortable in this and even the nude, but..." his fingers move out to play with the hem of Jungkook's jacket, toying with the small embedded crystals that gleam under the dim street lights. "I'll admit, I'm dying to see what you'd dress me in."
“Luckily you won’t have to wait too long.” Jungkook let’s the man inspect his sparkling jacket. It’s one of his favorite pieces he owns, and yet he so casually wore it to such a session. “You’ll look gorgeous, I know it already.” Jungkook huffs a warm breath, smiling at the thought. He has envisioned the way he wanted to dress Jimin up since the night they met, already knowing he would look nothing but perfect.
Jungkook grasps Jimin’s little hand in his and brings his knuckles up for a light kiss. He looks at the man through dark lashes, smiling as the soft kisses travel further up. “Take a day off tomorrow. Don’t work, and wait patiently until I come to pick you up.”
Jimin's eyes narrow on Jungkook. "Patiently, hm?" With a slight smirk of amusement, he checks his wrist, where a watch would be, and scans it with intent. "Over twenty-four whole hours...all to myself." He shakes his head in exaggerated dismay and raises his gaze to match his date’s. "Think of all the trouble I could get up to..."
He lets his date's mind run wild with the possibilities. In all honesty, Jimin thinks, a foamy bath and some mindless reality tv sounds ideal. Perhaps he'll cook up an omelette, water his plants, and organize his scarf collection. Wash his car and listen to k-drama ballads on full-blast. Truly, he can be as domestic as he is kinky, but he doesn't feel the need to reveal that to his buyer just yet.
"I'll leave a little mystery, so you come rushing back," the blonde winks.
"Don't worry about that." Jungkook purses his lips, not entirely sure what kind of trouble somebody like Jimin could get up to. But with the mischievous wink and the smile on his face, he's sure that it means he has nothing to worry about. "Now go get washed up," He makes a face when he feels the tacky, dried textures underneath his shirt, really just wanting to get into a hot bath as well, "I really need to get out of these clothes."
"I'd invite you up to join me for a bath, but what would the neighbors think?" The flicker of amusement heats Jimin's plump cheeks as he looks out the window and spots a few tired street workers in clothing very similar to his, likely on their way to the next client.
"Kidding," Jimin jests and gives Jungkook's hand a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the car. "Saturday. I'll see you then, Jungkook." He says the younger man's name with a honeyed tone, nice and deliberate, to let him know he will not soon forget how much his partner enjoyed hearing it come from his lips. "Goodnight."
With that, he shuts the door and scampers up the stairs to get clean and cozy for the night. In his amused fiddling with the CEOs phone, he took the liberty of adding his number. And he expects, in no time, it will be pleasantly discovered.
namjin roommates au, fluff and humor, idiots to lovers, "it's perfectly legal"
Thirdly, I LOVE YOU RU!
~summary: living with Namjoon usually equals chaos, and tonight is no different. Jin can't pretend he doesn't love it, though
~pairing: jin x namjoon
~fluff, humour, angst if you really squint, idiots to lovers, roommate au
~word count: 1k
~rating: g
~warnings: mentions of alcohol
~a/n: thank you so much!! I love you too🥰💜I'm so sorry it's taken me a while to get to this drabble, I wanted to have it out before this but it's sometimes a challenge coming up with something funny so I had to wait for the right idea to hit! luckily, I thought of something I liked and here it is😊also this is my ‘kim namjoon’ entry for @bangtanwritingbingo
this is part of my drabble game, where requests are still open if anyone is interested! for the others who requested, I'm aiming to have one out each week now!
The house was dark. Silent.
Jin’s breathing, steadily evening out as he relaxed into bed, was all that could be heard.
Such peace was admittedly a rarity around here. Living with Namjoon meant there was usually something going on, whether it be songwriting or something very expensive breaking, but this meant it was never quiet.
Today, though, with Namjoon out, Jin missed it. He would scold his roommate, but whenever a loud crash sounded in the middle of the night, the only reaction it ever provoked was really just a fond smile.
Rolling over, he tried to cherish the silence. But in reality, it unnerved him. Namjoon wasn’t here. It made him feel very alone, very… exposed. Who knew what could happen to him-
He bolted upright in bed.
There was a noise.
It had been soft, muffled, but in the quiet of night there was no mistaking it. Body tense, Jin held his breath. Waiting.
Thump.
There it was again.
And although Jin had been longing for some sign of life just moments ago, this made his blood run cold. It hadn’t sounded from inside the house, but from outside his window.
Another thump, louder this time and right against the glass, finally startled him enough to leap from his bed. Grabbing the closest thing from the dresser, he then raced to the light switch and flicked it on, leaving him staring across the room at his window. If whatever was out there realised he was awake, maybe they would go away.
But the noises didn’t stop.
Crap, what should he do now?
Another snap broke the silence, filled only with Jin’s heavy breathing as his mind short-circuited. It was louder than before, and the next thing he knew, there was an impact against his curtain.
The window was open.
Sprinting across the room, Jin tugged the curtain aside, raising his free hand as he prepared to force the window shut or to beat the trespasser around the head, whichever was most applicable.
In the event, he froze.
So did the other person.
Sitting on his windowsill, eyes wide as they found themselves nose to nose with Jin, was Kim Namjoon.
Jin recovered first, though his eyes were practically bulging from his skull.
“Namjoon?”
An idiotically bright smile sprang onto Namjoon’s face.
“Good evening,” he said.
Jin blinked.
“You’re drunk.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re drunk and breaking into your own house?!”
“It’s perfectly legal,” Namjoon protested, swinging his legs to the inside. He jumped down quite deftly; an effect ruined by his tripping over Jin’s rug not a second later.
Jin jumped out of Namjoon’s way as the larger man fell, finally lowering his hand and staring incredulously down at his roommate.
“I’m not sure it is, you know,” he retorted.
Namjoon was already distracted, though, staring at the weapon Jin held clasped in his hand.
“Is that your aftershave?”
Staring at it properly for the first time, Jin realised he had indeed grabbed his aftershave bottle in his panic. Though the cylindrical bottle could probably do some damage, it wasn’t exactly a conventional means of self-defence.
“I thought you were an intruder!” he retaliated, rounding on Joon.
“And what was your plan, make the burglar smell nice?”
“Hey, you don’t get to lecture me in this situation,” Jin ranted, “this is your fault because you picked the wrong room, dummy. Are you really drunk enough that you forgot where you live?”
Nonetheless, he reached down to help Namjoon up. An action he regretted just moments later as Namjoon’s weight swung the other way, crashing against him and sending Jin staggering against the wall.
Though Namjoon managed to catch himself and avoid crushing Jin, he still had him sandwiched against the wall.
Heat rushed to Jin’s cheeks as he sputtered. Namjoon pressed up against him, a hand on the wall beside his head, was sending him into a flurry he wasn’t prepared for. Swallowing, he met Namjoon’s eyes at last, but what he found there looked akin to hurt.
“I didn’t get the wrong room,” Namjoon murmured.
Bewildered, Jin simply stared at him, before turning his eyes to the room around them. It was a little tricky, Namjoon not moving from his place yet, but he got enough of a look to assure himself that yes, this was his own bedroom.
Returning his gaze to his roommate, Jin looked at him seriously. He lowered his voice a little, speaking very plainly.
“Namjoon, this is definitely my room. You’ve had too much to drink, I can get you some water and then you can go to bed. Your bed.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
Namjoon’s retort wasn’t full of teasing, however. His voice was low, the huskiness in Jin’s ears flustering him far too much. And why were they still standing so close?
“What do you mean?” he spluttered, voice also not raising beyond a whisper.
“Maybe it wasn’t the alcohol,” Namjoon pressed, “what would you do?”
The implications of his words slammed into Jin, pinning him against the wall – although, Namjoon was already doing a good job of that himself. Surely the younger didn’t know what he was saying.
Jin’s voice was shaky when he spoke again.
“Namjoon, you need to go to bed.”
At last, Namjoon stepped back, releasing him. But the loss only made Jin feel cold.
“Okay, hyung,” a half-hearted smile flickered across his face, but died a second later, “I’m sure it was the alcohol, yeah? Sorry if I woke you.”
Breathing heavily, Jin watched, frozen, as Namjoon took two slow steps towards the door-
“Namjoon!”
He stopped in his path, turning slightly back.
Jin sighed.
“Why don’t you stay in here, yeah? So I can keep an eye on you… and you can tell me in the morning whether this was really the room you were aiming for?”
Namjoon’s frame relaxed. And, as always, after Namjoon was asleep, Jin couldn’t be mad at his roommate. He watched him with just a loving smile, hoping for the words he would hear come daylight.
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⤏ Genres: college!au, frat!au, fwb!au, (eventual) fluff and angst, smut.
⤏ Rating: 18+
⤏ Summary: Jimin is a straight-A student and dance prodigy, an overachiever with unwavering determination to succeed. But when Jungkook comes crashing in, lighter in hand, he's all too willing to let him derail the course of his life. Maybe he had been waiting to watch it burn this whole time.
⤏ Word count: 3.6k
⤏ Notes and content warnings: lots of weed and alcohol in the series as a whole, sex under the influence of drugs/alcohol, explicit sex, explicit language, jimin is whipped and tipsy, dub-con kiss
a one-shot turned series lightly inspired by my own college experience HAHA i hope you enjoy!
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Jungkook gazed at him through glassy, half-lidded eyes, exhaling a wispy cloud that billowed around their heads. The smoke stung in Jimin’s lungs, his eyes pricking as he breathed it in.
“So pretty,” Jungkook breathed, pulling Jimin into his lap. “Wanna ruin you.”
And Jimin let him, sat and watched as he set him on fire from the inside out, flames licking at his insides and swallowing everything in their path. He blinked and everything he previously thought defined him, everything he had worked so hard for, was reduced to nothing but ash. But god, did he enjoy it.
Jimin was too engrossed in his essay to acknowledge his best friend when he opened the door to the study room, only mouthing a curt “Thank you” when he placed the coffee next to him. Three empty cups lay scattered on the table around him, and Taehyung looked at him disapprovingly, picking the cups up to toss them himself.
He heaved a sigh as he plopped into the chair across from Jimin. “How’s it going? How many pages do you have left?”
“I’m doing the conclusion now,” Jimin mumbled. “I’m not even gonna fucking edit it. Like, once I finish it, I’m done with it. I’m laying it to rest. Never gonna look at it again.”
Core classes could suck his dick. Why the hell did he, a freakin’ dance major, have to write a thesis about the moral and ethical implications of modern technology and its effects on the younger generation’s productivity levels, just to be able to graduate?
Taehyung let out a dry laugh. “Revising essays is for underclassmen. I just full-send everything nowadays, C’s get degrees and all that.”
Jimin grimaced. “C’s do not, however, make scholarship donors happy.”
“Sorry,” Taehyung said, wincing slightly.
Taehyung knew Jimin’s grades were a touchy subject, especially with how strict his parents were. They had allowed him to pursue dance, but on the condition that he would go somewhere he got a full ride for. The full ride part wasn’t hard, since Jimin was a fucking genius–it was the part where his parents gave him shit for not going to the “better” schools they made him apply to. He ended up at USC, but anytime Jimin’s grades were unsatisfactory to his parents, they brought up how he should’ve just gone to Columbia and studied law instead.
“On that note, though, guess who’s throwing a party tomorrow night?”
“ Tomorrow night?” Jimin asked, glancing at Taehyung incredulously. “In the middle of midterms? I know Joon is a prodigy, but he needs to give the rest of us a break.”
“It’s just a kickback, nothing too big.” Taehyung shrugged, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “He said something about this new strain of weed he tried a few days ago and wanted to share it with everyone.”
“You know I don’t smoke,” Jimin said, fingers flying on the keyboard even as he talked to Taehyung. “It’s so bad for you.”
“Yet you’ll down a fifth of vodka by yourself no problem,” the other boy retorted with a scoff, a smug look on his face. “Just come to the party. Pregame at my place. C’mooon, it’ll be fun.”
~*~
“I thought you said it was a kickback!” Jimin yelled at Taehyung, his voice barely audible over the loud music blaring through the speakers. “I don’t even recognize any of these people!”
Entering the house felt like walking into a different dimension, one 15 degrees warmer, humid, and hazy. Jimin blinked his eyes to adjust to the strobing LED lights, wrinkling his nose at the strong smell of weed. He fanned the air in front of him while following closely behind Taehyung through the crowds of bodies, muttering apologies every few seconds whenever other people backed up against him.
Three couples were making out on the stairs, barely two or three steps away from each other, and Jimin watched, perplexed. He wasn’t some scandalized virgin, but he did sort of hate big social situations like this, much preferring the quiet of an empty dance studio that he had all to himself. In theory, he loved parties: he liked hanging out with people, dancing, playing games, drinking–but in practice, it was much sweatier, much louder, much more stressful. He only ever came to parties like this when Tae dragged him there, and this one was turning out to be almost as uncomfortable as that one house party they hit during Halloweekend, where someone got crossed and peed on the couch. The bar was high.
“Helloooo!” Taehyung shouted as he opened the door to Namjoon’s room, Jimin trailing behind him with a small wave. As soon as he stepped in, though, the smoke cloud entered his lungs and he coughed, his eyes watering as he tried to catch his breath. “You guys started without us, I see.”
“Yeah shit, sorry, we forgot to turn on the fan,” Hoseok laughed, getting up to switch on the box fan in the window. “You gonna be okay, Chim?”
Jimin nodded, raising the handle of vodka he had in his hand. “I’ll live.”
“You don’t smoke?” an unfamiliar voice asked, and Jimin’s eyes fell on quite possibly the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He quirked a pierced brow up at Jimin, smoke rising around his face as he spoke.
“Right, you guys haven’t met yet,” Namjoon said, slinging an arm around the boy’s shoulders. The stranger smiled hazily at Jimin, his eyes crinkling slightly at the action. “This is Jungkookie, I’m planning on picking him up as a little in KASA. That’s Jimin and Taehyung. Those two are joined at the hip.”
“Call me Jungkook,” he said, his voice silky smooth. “Nice to meet you guys.”
“You’re being really obvious,” Taehyung whispered in Jimin’s ear as he pulled his hand to guide him to the spot next to Jungkook on the ground. Jimin tried not to look at him, but he could feel his eyes boring into him. “Nice to meet you, too.”
“So, no smoking?” Jungkook asked again, and Jimin clicked his tongue.
“Yeah, I’m a dancer. I try not to.”
Hoseok scoffed. “You literally have not smoked once in your entire life,” he teased. “You don’t ‘try not to’—you avoid that shit like the plague.”
“Hey, nothing wrong with that,” Jungkook said, handing the bong to Taehyung, who thanked him. “You don’t like what you don’t like. Though I will say, you're kind of missing out, especially with this new shit.” There was a teasing lilt in his voice, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Jimin was absolutely drowning.
He turned to look at Taehyung as he took a rip, watching the water in it bubble as he inhaled. Taehyung handed it to Yoongi, mouth pressing into a line as he held in the smoke, tilting his head back when he finally exhaled, blinking slowly. Jimin had to admit that his best friend was hot as fuck, especially like this. He bit his lip as he imagined what Jungkook looked like while doing that. He glanced over at said man to see him already looking at him, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling.
“I don’t know how I ever used to smoke out of a bong without ice,” Taehyung groaned, settling back on his palms. “It’s so crisp. Just felt like I was breathing normally. Fuck, it’s been too long.”
Jin’s squeaky laugh made everyone let out a chuckle, watching him struggle to get his words out through his laughing fit. He had always been a giggly high. “Re-Remember that time, we used a gra-gravity bong, and you got so fucking high you sent Jimin’s nudes–”
“You guys wanna play a game?” Jimin asked, and everyone made noises of agreement. He could feel Jungkook staring at him but he ignored it, his face flushing in embarrassment. That was not a story he was ready for Jungkook to hear.
It had been a couple weeks since they last all got together, most of them being in their junior and senior years. Jimin reminisced about the times when they all lived on campus, within walking distance of each other, even some of them just down the hall. A lot had changed since then, but one thing hadn’t:
“You fucking suck at this!” Hoseok yelled as Jimin took another pull, finishing off the last of the bottle, trying not to choke as Hoseok whacked his shoulder. He hadn’t drank that much, really, he just took large ones, and Jungkook and Tae had taken a couple of swigs as well. Jimin would never admit how much the sight of Jungkook’s lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle affected him. “We even gave you a handicap, and Jungkook homie stocked for you twice!!”
“Fuck off,” he groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and capping the empty bottle, placing it on the ground. He swatted Taehyung’s hand away when he reached over to ruffle his hair, making him laugh and punch his arm instead. “I hate this stupid game.”
“Let’s just chill and watch something,” Yoongi drawled, his eyes almost closed shut. He placed his controller on the coffee table, arm slinging over the back of the sofa. Everyone nodded, sinking into their seats on the couches, and Namjoon opened Netflix on the tv, selecting New Girl. Classic.
Jimin glanced around the room through his drunken haze, his vision lagging as his head moved around. He always wondered what it felt like to get high, or even crossed. He reached into the party size bag of chips in his lap and came up empty, groaning loudly. He didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes fixed on him as the sound escaped his mouth. “Imma go grab some more chips from downstairs,” he slurred, sighing as he got to his feet.
No one really acknowledged him, too focused on the show, so Jimin just slipped out, stumbling a little more than he’d like to admit. The world was rocking underneath him, tossing him against the wall as he walked down the hallway, hand coming out to grasp at the door frame to his right. He paused there to lean his head against the wood, trying to steady himself.
“Hi, pretty,” a voice came from behind him, and Jimin’s brow furrowed. It didn’t sound like anyone he knew, so he was slow to raise his head, still leaning on the wall for support.
The stranger rested a hand on his shoulder as they came around to his front, and before Jimin could process anything, his mouth was being captured in a kiss, the hand on his shoulder coming up to roughly cup his jaw. Jimin panted into the stranger’s mouth, the pleasant feeling clashing with the confusion in his thoughts. He felt a tongue slide between his lips and he welcomed it, leaning into the wet warmth–and suddenly everything was gone, a loud “ hey!” and a thud making Jimin’s eyes fly open to see the sight in front of him.
Jungkook was holding some guy, presumably the one who had been kissing Jimin just now, up against the wall by the collar of his shirt, a venomous look in his eye. “Are we gonna have a problem?” he asked lowly, the other guy shaking his head frantically. Jungkook tossed him to the side, the man stumbling a bit as he scrambled away. “Good. Fuck off.”
Jimin just gaped at the boy in front of him, eyes darting down to the clenched fist at his side, then back up to his face, still turned in the direction of the guy he sent running away. “Jungkook? What the hell was that?” His brows furrowed and his mouth pressed into a pout, crossing his arms.
Jungkook turned to face him fully, an unreadable look on his face. “You’re drunk, and some asshole just tried to take advantage of you, that’s what happened.”
Something about the way he spoke made Jimin feel brave, made him feel reckless. He took a step towards him, chin tilted up to maintain eye contact. He slipped his hands around Jungkook’s waist and linked them behind the small of his back, head cocking to the side. He moved his gaze to the lip piercing on Jungkook’s face and wondered what the cool metal would feel like against his tongue. “What if I told you I liked it? That I wanted him to kiss me?”
Jungkook’s nostrils flared slightly as he tongued the inside of his cheek. He tangled a hand in Jimin’s hair and tugged, a gasp leaving Jimin’s lips as his head fell backwards, forcing him to look at Jungkook through fluttering eyelashes. “Then I’d call you a liar.”
Jimin leaned in first, eyes fluttering closed as Jungkook pressed into him, their lips slotting together perfectly. Jimin's mouth fell open as he gasped, barely having time to breathe before Jungkook was on him again, devouring him and swallowing his moans. Jimin broke away to mouth down the sharp line of Jungkook’s jaw, licking and sucking, nipping at the part right under his ear. Jungkook bit down on Jimin’s shoulder with a gruff moan, rolling his hips forward, his hard cock rubbing against Jimin’s through their pants. It wasn’t enough.
“ More ,” Jimin whined against his mouth, “want you to fuck me, need to feel you inside of me, please, Jungkook, ple-”
“Get a fucking room!” Someone shouted from down the hall, and the two of them pulled away from each other, starting at each other with wide eyes before bursting into laughter. Jimin thought Jungkook looked prettiest like that, his eyes sparkling, a light pink dusting his cheeks. But right now all he wanted was to hear more of his rough groans, and feel him stretch him until he felt like he was ripping into two.
~*~
Jungkook had barely stepped foot into his dorm before he was pinning Jimin against the door, one arm snaking around his waist to grip his ass, the other roughly pulling at his hair. Jimin melted into his touch, slipping his hands under Jungkook’s shirt to run his hands up his chiseled torso, feeling his muscles tensing under his smooth skin. Jungkook hissed at the cold touch and Jimin just smiled into their kiss, their teeth clashing and tongues twirling, bodies grinding desperately.
“Jimin,” Jungkook gasped, his head lolling back against the door with a soft thud . Jimin chased his mouth with his, getting onto his toes, but still not quite able to reach the right angle. Jungkook’s big hands on his ass were suddenly hoisting him up, Jimin’s legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Jimin moaned loudly, feeling pleased with himself as a smirk spread on Jungkook’s lips, his kisses turning a little more bruising, a little more desperate.
Jungkook walked them over to his bed, Jimin falling onto his back with a giggle. With Jimin’s legs still around his waist, Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his palms into the mattress on both sides of Jimin’s face. Jimin looked up at him from this position, his chest rising and falling as he admired the fucked-out expression on Jungkook’s face, his hair ruffled from where his hands had tugged it in all directions.
Jimin wet his lips. “Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna fuck me?”
Jungkook laughed, dipping his face down so their noses were touching. “You want my dick that bad, baby?”
Jimin groaned, his head pressing back into the bed, “C’mon, you know I do,” he whined. Jungkook started kissing down the side of his neck, “Wanted you as soon as I saw you. Wanted to sit in your lap, feel your hard cock rubbing against me– ah!”
Jungkook’s tongue darted out to lick over the blooming hickey he just planted at the junction of Jimin’s shoulder and neck. Jimin whacked his chest weakly, frowning. “What the fuck, that’s super visible!”
“That’s the point,” Jungkook said simply, a coy smile on his lips.
Jimin’s had plenty of hookups, been in this position too many times to count. But there was something about the way Jungkook touched him, took his time with his movements, let his touch linger just a hair longer than he’d expected. It was new and thrilling, made every hair on his body stand up as he anticipated how he’d touch him next.
By the time Jungkook reached over to his desk to grab lube from the drawer, Jimin was squirming and grasping at anything he could reach, eager for Jungkook’s touch, yearning for it. He spat into his palm before wrapping it around the head of Jungkook’s hard dick in front of his face. Jungkook hissed at the wet sensation, hand gripping the wood table to steady himself as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Put it in your mouth,” he breathed after a few moments, swatting Jimin’s hand away and scooting his hips forward. Jimin’s jaw dropped immediately, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, swirling around the head before sinking his mouth down on the length, whimpering when it hit the back of his throat. “Fuck, just like that baby. You take dick so well, don’t you?”
“Mm,” Jimin whined, coming up for air before mouthing at it again, taking it even deeper this time. The sound of Jungkook’s broken groans and panting from above him set his insides aflame, pre-cum leaking out of his dick. His hips bucked up, dick bouncing against his lower abs and meeting nothing but air, tears of frustration pooling in the corners of his eyes.
Jungkook seemed to understand, bringing one hand down to wrap it around his leaking cock, making Jimin’s eyes roll back in pleasure. He panted around Jungkook’s length, spit dribbling down his chin, grateful moans echoing from his swollen lips.
“Can I fuck your mouth?” Jungkook asked, his hand gripping the back of Jimin’s head as he nodded. “Fuck, okay, thank you baby. I’m so close already.”
Jimin held eye contact with him as he brought himself to orgasm, his hands squeezing his muscled thighs on the sides of his face. “ Fuck ,” Jungkook panted, “gonna come, shit, Jimin–!” He tried to pull out but Jimin held him in place, swallowing around him, burying his nose in his groin as his load shot down his throat. Jungkook groaned through his high, hips stuttering, Jimin’s name a mantra on his lips.
Jungkook recovered quickly and returned the favor, and Jimin came faster than he expected, the alcohol making him more sensitive. He would’ve liked Jungkook to fuck him open, make him grip his sheets as he pounded into him, but he was too impatient. He panted as he lay on the bed, the sheets sticky with his sweat, ribbons of cum painted on his belly.
“So pretty,” Jungkook said, pressing a kiss to his lips. Jimin closed his eyes as he smiled, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through his veins.
~*~
“What’s it like?” Jimin asked, eyeing the pipe in Jungkook’s hand. “Smoking. Being high.”
Jungkook contemplated it for a moment, softly exhaling smoke into the air. “It’s different for everyone. For me, I guess it’s pretty relaxing, just… nice. I don’t know. I don’t really think about it anymore.”
“I want to try it.”
Jungkook’s brows knit together as he looked over at him, his lips pursed into a thin line. “You sure? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Jimin shrugged. “I just want to try, one puff shouldn’t hurt, right?”
Jungkook’s eyes searched his face for any hesitancy, and Jimin hoped he looked as confident as he felt. Because he did, really. He sobered up a while ago, his head and vision clear. It wasn’t the first time he thought of trying it, but when he had asked Taehyung, he just laughed at him, saying something along the lines of, ‘Damn, this weed is strong.’
“I just don’t wanna like, be responsible for corrupting you, or anything,” Jungkook chuckled, setting the pipe down on his desk and playing with the lighter.
“You just came in my mouth, right here on this bed, like 10 minutes ago,” Jimin deadpanned, rolling his eyes and reaching for the pipe himself. Jungkook threw his head back with laughter, his eyes falling to Jimin’s puffy, pink lips when he looked at him again. His breath stuttered as he bit his lip, and Jimin knew that in that moment, he won. “Light it for me, baby?”
Jungkook inhaled sharply through his nose as Jimin scooted closer to him on the bed, resting his bent right leg on Jungkook’s left thigh. Jimin held the pipe to his lips and looked up at Jungkook through his eyelashes, satisfaction blooming in his chest at the look on his face: like Jungkook was a predator, and Jimin was his prey.
“Only take as much as you think you can handle,” Jungkook warned, and Jimin nodded. He had never actually done it himself, but he had watched his friends do it countless times before, so he wasn’t entirely clueless. Jimin exhaled steadily as Jungkook flicked the lighter, his eyes parting from his face to glance down as he brought the small flame to meet the buds in the bowl. The soft crackle of the burning embers as Jimin inhaled echoed quietly in the otherwise silent room, and Jimin closed his eyes as he fought the urge to cough.
He inhaled sharply, drawing the smoke from his mouth into his lungs. He felt it prick at his insides for a second then let it all out, expecting to feel the warm mist floating out of his lips. His eyes fluttered open when he realized Jungkook was on him, drawing the smoke into his own mouth. Jimin gaped slightly as a white trail drifted up out of the corner of his lips, framing his perfect face.
Jungkook looked at him like he could ruin his life, and Jimin didn't mind.
hehe since you ask about the fic rec hehehe... here ya go! https://archiveofourown.org/works/37960858
I wanna know your thoughts after reading this :3 (It's not mine tho'😅)
oh gosh, I love reviewing fics but be warned I've read a lot, I'm picky about what I like, and I'm cut-throat.
But first, before anything, my knowledge of BTS is incredibly limited, so I can't comment on Jimin x Junkook because I simply have no idea!
But here we go, this might be long .
the author associates white, purity, cleanliness, and omegas a lot, which is a common a/b/o trope.
I do like that the author acknowledges the existence of many cultures/practices within their au. we all know I'm always advocating for it.
It's noncon to the point that its almost animalistic. A lot of writers write omegaverse this way and for the life of me I can't understand why, but if it makes them happy who am I to say, as long as it's not hurting anyone irl.
the lack of dialogue makes all of the characters seem less human/real
horseback riding is somehow always a way to make main characters feel aroused lol.
too much description of how different jimin and jungkook's skin is, and too frequently.
not enough thought is given to the physical positions and space that the characters are in, some of these actions that they perform don't make sense given how they are sitting, standing, laying, etc..
the smut is very repetitive and not very original, it's nearly an amalgamation of every other smut scene I've read, with every other F**ish crammed in. just for fun. I'd encourage the author to slow down, and really sit in those intimate moments with the characters, and also not try to fit every single f**ish in one fic.
the characters don't really have any personality besides the traits that the author assigns to their dynamics, I wish there was more time spent developing each of them into actually working characters rather than just s*x puppets.
the traditions that the author uses to exploit the characters into breeding, being naked, etc. etc.. should be explained. Why are all of the omegas naked when it's warm? humans wear clothes for more reasons than just not to be naked, bugs! sunburn! style!
I'm honestly surprised that the birth took place so quickly, aka in one sentence.
are the pups actual dogs/wolf babies or are they humans? what do they look like? they seem to be biting all of the time, but human babies can't just bite things like that, pinching, rubbing, gnawing on, yes maybe when they're older. Also how can he be nursing three children at once when he's on his side! Authors, please research how babies work before writing them into your stories.
"The neck was the most sensitive part of his body and he knew while the alpha loved to hold him there, why he loved to hold him down while he f****d him." this is the second to last line in the whole work, and it's horrifying! if you write non-con, you need to research how consentual non-con and bdsm works, because you have to be very careful and safe while you're doing it. Holding someone by the neck would not count.
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Overall I give this work a 3/10. There was no plot and the smut wasn't well written. I can handle non-con although it's not my preference, but this wasn't written in a way that's safe or gives readers "semi" realistic expectations of relationships or intimacy, even in bdsm spaces. The characters need a lot of development, even as just a one shot. It honestly didn't even matter that I don't know BTS because the names were just filler from all I could tell. The lack of dialogue was also not great.
I'd imagine that the author is most likely a teenager, who has spent a lot of time reading omegaverse fics, and wrote this one sort of all at once in a fury! They've got some potiential in there though for sure.
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what about you anon? did you like this fic? Many of the commenters on the work were blown away.
Hi, I recently finished "Muscle Memory", a jikook fic, and loooved the JM in it - mature and level-headed, calm. Was kinda like an anchor to JK in stormy seas despite his own tragedies. Can you recommend me some other fics with such characterization. Any ship works.
HI ANON
so. um. like imma need a link to this muscle memory????/ Please??????? pretty please?????
also i am assuming you only want mxm lol which i have been reading a whole lot of recently so...hopefully these i picked out fit what you're looking for????? if not well.....sorry but also not bc i think you'll love all of these regardless 🥰🥰
a spell that reminds me of your name by Chimneycricket (god.....if this isn't one of my most absolute favorite jikook fics ever.....sobs ob sob)
( ✓ read 10:18 p.m. ) by winyoongi (yoonkook)
shake bend and break by ameliabedelias (yoonkook)
i wouldn't know where to start by brightlight (sin)
ours are the moments i play in the dark by islandbreeze (jikook)
everything i know brings me back to us by islandbreeze (jikook)
i wrote these for you by buffcooky (namgi)
white lie. by hopespiration (sope)
**wait i also need to add this!!!! im in love and so are they!!!!! vvvvv
a.n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!! 🥳 I wrote this as a birthday present for @eternalseokjin but in typical mars fashion, i was late. I hope you enjoy my first mxm fic. this is my take on how hobi convinced yoongi to perform with him. when i floated this idea on the net people thought it was gonna be a crack fic, but honestly i think yoongi respects hobi too much to protest a lot lol
A huge shoutout to @hoebii and @hobisbeautifulass for beta reading this! 💕
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌
Hoseok was excited. In fact, he was beyond excited. He had spent the Japanese tour leg writing a song that he felt was the perfect mix of goofy and talent, if he could say so himself. A cheerful, optimistic song that portrayed his J-Hope persona to a T. He knew it wasn’t going to go in any of the albums; he had told his fellow co-writers in Japan as much, but he just knew that ARMY would love it as soon as he unveiled it. The only thing that would make it better would be if he could get a certain friend of his to join in on the antics. A certain grumpy friend that sat across from him zoning out as he sipped his iced Americano, even though it was close to 10pm.
“Hyung, can I run something by you?” Hosoek asked, feigning an air of nonchalance, as he rolled his chair closer to the couch Yoongi was sprawled on. He rested his feet against the cushions, leaning back against the chair, his fingers drumming against the arm rests. He didn’t want to admit it but he was a little nervous. Chances were that Yoongi would agree to his proposition; he was usually very easy going and enjoyed the fanservice that they partook in. However, lately Yoongi had been pretty stressed, short tempered and tired, snapping at everyone. He hadn’t shared why, but Hoseok felt it was something personal that he didn’t want to pry on.
Hoseok’s voice broke Yoongi out of his thoughts as he looked up to the brightly dressed man in front of him. He mirrored the frown on Hoseok’s face as he hummed for him to continue. Yoongi would never admit it, but he was in no mood for a conversation; his head running through the overwhelmingly long to-do list he had to accomplish before the end of tomorrow. The longer he looked at Hoseok sitting in silence, the deeper his frown got. What was he so fidgety for? It was putting him on edge, not to mention adding to his stress.
“Spit it out, Hobah,” he snapped, sighing a little in frustration as Hoseok cleared his throat tentatively.
“Well… I wrote this song. I was wondering if you wanted to perform together.” That’s it? Hoseok just wanted to perform a song together? What was the big deal about that?
“Yeah okay. Sure,” Yoongi acquiesced easily, much to Hoseok’s surprise. Hoseok’s face broke into a large grin, one that brought a small smile on the older rapper’s face.
“Promise?” Hoseok asked, almost bouncing excitedly. Yoongi furrowed his brows suspiciously, knowing that there was no way he was this giddy about a simple duet. Something had to be up.
“You’re making me rethink this…” Yoongi said as he looked over the rim of the plastic coffee cup in his hand, missing his mouth with the straw before capturing it with his lips with a huff and an eye roll. Hoseok chuckled at the action before continuing.
“Oh come on! It’ll be fun! I can just imagine ARMY’s excitement! A Sope unit song!” Hoseok radiated enthusiasm, lifting Yoongi’s spirits as well as the corners of his mouth. He really was a ball of energy sometimes, his excitement almost contagious as he never failed to energize Yoongi, even when all he wanted to do was crawl in bed and sleep his life away.
“Fine. Let me hear it first,” Yoongi said with a snicker, eager to hear the masterpiece his friend had created. He couldn’t help shaking his head with a smile as Hoseok excitedly stood up, almost hopping to the computer to play the track. Yoongi smiled as the track played, habitually fidgeting with his lip in concentration.
To say it was different than any of the songs Hoseok had penned before was an understatement. Yoongi expected vibrant beats and spunky lyrics like the tracks Hoseok had consulted with him on for his future mixtape but this song was a rollercoaster, a tongue-in-cheek trot song of optimism. He smiled as the track played on, Hoseok’s cheerful vocals a perfect fit for the atmosphere it created. As the chorus played again, Yoongi couldn’t help but sing along to the catchy words under his breath. An action not missed by Hoseok, whose smile only got wider.
As the song came to an end, Yoongi felt his mood lightened, the song already stuck in his head. Hoseok hadn’t written many songs alone before and he felt proud of his friend’s accomplishment. “It’s good. Good job, Hoseok!” Yoongi complimented, a gummy smile on his face.
“Thanks!” Hoseok sang out, his smile quickly replaced by his professional straight face as he continued on with the details of the collaboration, which part Yoongi would sing and the vibe he would add. Yoongi found himself easily agreeing with him. He could do with a fun project, and to be completely honest he was ready to record it as soon as the month was over. However, this thought was brought to a screeching halt as the next words left Hoseok’s lips.
“So I was thinking we reveal it at the Japan fan meeting.” Yoongi’s eyes widened at the comment. *Was he serious?
“The one in two weeks?” Yoongi’s momentarily forgotten stress was back with full force, and he bit his nail. He had so many things on his plate that adding a song that he would not only have to record, but learn the dance and words to *within the next fortnight made his chest clench uneasily. He always had a hard time saying no to Hoseok but the more he thought about the endless things he had to work through, the easier it became. “Absolutely not.”
“Hyungnim!” Hoseok stretched the syllables cutely in a whine to appeal to his older member. He knew behind all the apathy Yoongi had a soft spot for him and it was not beyond him to use it to his advantage. He jumped from his chair next to Yoongi, an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders as he tried to get him as excited as he was. “The theme to Hwagae Market! We’ll wear cheesy suits and goof around! Come on! It’d be fun!”
Yoongi knew Hoseok was just being his usual self, but he felt slightly suffocated. Shrugging his arm off, Yoongi leaned forward, elbows on knees as he rubbed his face with a groan. He missed the way Hoseok frowned, certain now that something was bothering his friend. Before he could prod for details, Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh.
“I don’t know, Hoseok. Fuck. I’m just so stressed. I don’t know if I can take something else on right now.” Yoongi looked at him, a silent plea hidden in his eyes that made Hoseok’s heart tighten in empathy. He knew all about being overly stressed. It would be a lie to say the life they had chosen was easy and smooth sailing.
Hoseok always tried to keep a professional distance between his members, not wanting to overwhelm them when they had to spend so much time together by obligation. He always felt he was prying if he asked about their personal lives or struggles, but he also knew that Yoongi never brought up something unless he wanted to share. He just needed a push.
“You wanna talk about it?” Hoseok asked, placing his hand on Yoongi’s knee, trying to coax the rapper into conversation.
“I don’t know…” Yoongi began, but it didn’t take him long to delve into his problems. There was something about Hoseok that always led him to open up without feeling the guilt he sometimes did when sharing his feelings. Although Hoseok was usually loud and energetic, when prompted he was quiet and a great listener. Just looking at his face stoic in concentration made Yoongi feel as if what he was saying truly mattered, regardless if it was a useless rant about work stress that Hoseok himself had.
It was close to midnight by the time the two had wrapped up their heart to heart, empty beer bottles and half eaten dishes of sundae and tteokbokki cluttering the coffee table in front of them. Hoseok hadn’t expected Yoongi to open up to him the way he did, but he was glad to shoulder his burden with him. There was a reason he was closest with the introverted producer in the group; he seemed to make everything Hoseok said seem important, like it had substance, be it a stupid joke that Yoongi laughed at the loudest, or advice that he could’ve gotten off an Instagram inspiration page.
By the time they packed to make their way to the dorms, Hoseok felt almost bad for adding to Yoongi’s work load, but the dark haired man would have none of it.
“Nah, Hobi. We’re doing it,” Yoongi said, his voice stern and determined.
“Are you sure?” Hoseok asked, as he climbed into the passenger seat of Yoongi’s car, stuffing his backpack between his legs before strapping on his seatbelt. “It was a random idea. We don’t have to. I can table this song for next year.”
“No. It will be fun. ARMY will love it,” Yoongi replied, placing an arm on the back of Hoseok’s headrest as he turned to reverse out of the parking space, before driving out of the underground lot. “It’s a really good song, Hobi. Proud of you, man.”
Hoseok couldn’t help but chuckle at the earnest praise, feeling instantly shy. He was right though, he realized as he walked off the stage two weeks later, high on adrenaline with a huge grin on his face. His expression was mirrored on Yoongi’s face who clapped him on the back, panting hard.
“Sope des!” Yoongi joked, still laughing at how great the performance went, taking off the shiny sequined coat.
“Sope des!” echoed the rest of the boys cheerfully before rushing towards the stage, as Hoseok laughed putting on the jacket for the next performance.
