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Category:

M/M

Fandom:

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Relationship:

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Characters:

Park Jimin (BTS)

Jeon Jungkook

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Min Yoongi | Suga

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Drinking

Drunk Jeon Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin are Roommates

Bottom Park Jimin (BTS)

Top Jeon Jungkook

Vaginal Sex

Boypussy

Boypussy Park Jimin (BTS)

Smut

Park Jimin is Whipped (BTS)

Horny Jeon Jungkook

both of them are down BAD lol

I Don't Even Know

Explicit Sexual Content

Horny Park Jimin (BTS)

Park Jimin Has a Crush on Jeon Jungkook

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Oral Sex

Park Jimin Has a Vagina (BTS)

Language:EnglishSeries:Part 1 of the Straight Up Filth lol series Next Work →Stats:Published:2021-02-12Words:5129Chapters:1/1Comments:30Kudos:1108Bookmarks:291Hits:30086

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Summary:

Jungkook tried eating pussy one drunken night, and now he won't shut up about how much he loves it.

Jimin, his roommate, really wants him to eat his.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

“I’m telling you, hyung, that shit was magical. I was piss-drunk, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.”

“You dipshit, it was yesterday.”

“... Okay?”

Jimin tries to remain unfazed as he fixes himself a piping hot bowl of ramen. His roommate, Jungkook, was talking obnoxiously loud on facetime with their friend, Hoseok. He prays his poor neighbors can’t hear the other man’s conversation, but the walls are thin. Jimin silently apologizes to them before trudging back to the dining room table, careful not to spill the hot broth. He shouldn’t have filled the bowl to the brim, but he’s starving.

“Anyway, she let me eat her out for, like, two hours straight, Hobi. Pretty sure she came like, three times. The best first time, and definitely not my last. I’d kill to have my head between her legs again—” 

“ Fucking hell, Jungkook. No need to tell me all the extra details,” Hoseok shudders in disgust. Yoongi appears in the camera behind Hoseok, snickering.

“I agree with Hoseok. Dude got like, an ounce of pussy and now he’s gone feral —giving me virgin vibes,” Both men cackle, and Jungkook huffs, aggressively pressing the buttons on his game controller.

“I’m not a virgin, I just never tried eating pussy until now.”

“Are you serious ? You just went straight into fucking?” Yoongi says, and Hoseok groans in disappointment. “Dude, I feel bad with whoever you’ve had sex with. They probably faked their orgasms.”

The brunette was about to spew a few insults towards Hoseok, but Yoongi cuts him off. 

“Anyway, enough of this topic, you’re probably scaring Jimin.” 

Jimin averts his eyes to his bowl of ramen as Jungkook turns in his direction, his cheeks a bright shade of pink. 

“Actually, no , because Jimin can prove my point,” Hoseok says.

“Hyung, leave him out of this—”

“Jiminie, is getting eaten out a must, or can you go without it?” He yells, and Jungkook turns his iPad’s camera to face Jimin. Oh, hell. Why must you do this to him, Hoseok?

“Uh... eating out is a must. That’s like, pivotal foreplay.” Jimin responds trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, and Jungkook makes a guilty facial expression.

“You’re supposed to be on my side, hyungie,” the brunette pouts, and Jimin’s heart ferociously in his chest. Jungkook is so fucking cute.

“Yah, he’s the one with the vagina , asshole, and quit hiding, I’m getting ganged up on by the other team,” Hoseok says, mashing the buttons on his controller. 

Jimin wishes he could erase this conversation from his head. He doesn’t need the image of his very hot roommate eating someone out. It’s not good for his soul.

***

A week passes, and Jimin has been carrying on with his life as he usually does.

Only he isn’t.

Not even two days after Jungkook’s conversation with Hoseok went down, the younger man brings home a girl (presumably the same one from the party), and practically forces Jimin to listen to the two moaning through the bedroom walls. 

Jimin would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine that it was him whimpering out his roommate’s name. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel heat pooling heavily in his stomach, his pussy nearly soaking his panties because of his arousal. 

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t play with his clit, imagining the velvety warmth of Jungkook’s tongue lapping between his thick folds.

Jimin knows he should feel ashamed, but he doesn’t . 

***

Jungkook greets him from the floor of the living room when he comes home from his yoga class. He’s playing some shooting game with Hoseok again—Jimin can tell by the muffled screaming coming from the brunette’s headset. 

“Shut the fuck up, you’re literally trash, hyung. MY aim is crap? YOURS is, not mine. You missed him by like, a billion kilometers, dumbass.” Jungkook yells, causing Jimin to shake his head disapprovingly. He’s surprised the neighbor in the apartment next door hasn’t reported them yet.

He ponders cooking dinner first or showering, before ultimately deciding that food is more important. Jimin hadn’t done any strenuous poses today in class, so he wasn’t too sweaty—the shower could wait.

Quickly, he prepares some kimchi fried rice with the leftovers in their fridge. The shorter man is surprised Jungkook hadn’t emptied the fridge yet, since he’d stayed home all day. That creature was a bottomless pit.

‘Hyung, I need to eat. I’m working out more often,’ was Jungkook’s excuse to clearing out the pantry about a week ago, to which Jimin easily folded, letting him off the hook. Jungkook’s muscles had steadily gotten larger and firmer, along with the rest of his body. Who was he to stop Jungkook from becoming even more of a walking wet dream?

“No, it was good. My jaw hurt a little, but her moans were worth it.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake, why must Jungkook discuss this now? Couldn’t he wait until Jimin was out of earshot?

He hurriedly stirs the rice in the large pan, trying to cook the food as fast as possible. He wasn’t intentionally trying to listen to the conversation between the other men, he just happened to have fantastic hearing.

“Oh, I’d totally do it again. She was letting me use her as practice, but she stopped answering my texts yesterday.”

There's a pause, which Jimin assumes is Hoseok speaking.

“No, I’m not being creepy! She told me this morning that she can’t anymore because she has to focus on her studies. Since when does getting eaten out distract people from studying? All she’d have to do is sit in a chair, my face would be between her legs, and she’d do her homework.” 

Good lord. Jimin subconsciously squeezes his legs together as a hot spark of arousal shoots straight to his crotch. Why does Jungkook have to speak of such obscene things? Why must he make Jimin suffer? 

He piles the food into two separate bowls, before searching the fridge for drinks that would go well with their meal. His panties are damp, and he’s desperately trying to shake off the image of Jungkook softly sucking on his clit from under his desk while he studied. He’d save that in the back of his mind when he could muffle his moans with his pillow—now was not the time.

“Stop trying to clown me hyung, I see nothing wrong with the love for eating pussy. No—it’s not an obsession —okay, and so what? You talk about Yoongi-hyung all the damn time, so that makes you obsessed too”

Jimin can hear a very faint “That doesn’t count, asshole!” Through Jungkook’s headset as he hurriedly places Jungkook’s bowl and drink next to him. 

“Thanks, hyungie. Your cooking is always the best,” Jungkook says, quickly taking in a mouthful of rice. The older male only smiles in response, turning away, only to accidentally fling his spoon onto the floor. Jungkook snickers, and without thinking, Jimin bends over in front of the brunette, hastily picking up the spoon and a few grains of rice that escaped his bowl. He just wanted to inhale his food and get into the shower, away from Jungkook as fast as possible. 

The shorter male is just about to exit the living room when Jungkook calls out to him again. 

“Hyung, are you okay?” Jimin nods. He doesn’t trust his voice not to crack if he speaks. The younger man has a different look in his eyes—a hungry look—and Jimin swears he sees Jungkook look him up and down.

“Alright, Jiminie. Thanks for the food, again. It always tastes so good.” Then, he’s turning his attention back to the tv screen, yelling at Hoseok through the headset’s mic. Jimin releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and scurries to the dining table, careful not to drop anything else. 

***

Three more days pass by, except things get worse. It feels as though every time Jimin is near Jungkook, he’s talking about eating someone out. If this some sort of cruel trick the universe is trying to play on Jimin, ha, ha, ha . Cut that shit out, now. It’s not funny anymore. 

It feels as though Jungkook’s purposely bringing it up more often now, ever since that day Jimin cooked kimchi fried rice. Jimin could tolerate him talking about it with Hoseok; he could just pretend that he wasn’t completely turned on by his crush’s obscene obsession. It was much harder to play that off when he was being asked the questions.

Jimin sips on the mug of tea he’s holding, trying to will away the embarrassment he was feeling as he watched a random crime drama on the TV. Jungkook was sitting on the floor in front of him.

“Hyung? Have you ever orgasmed multiple times from having your pussy eaten out?” Jungkook suddenly asks, turning to face him. Jimin just about chokes on his tea. Where the fuck did that come from?

“Jungkook, what the hell ?” The said man shrugs, keeping eye contact with Jimin.

Jimin pauses the show. The room is deadly silent now, and he feels as though he’s put himself on the spot more than he already was. He clears his throat.

“Why do you want to know, Jungkook?”

“Am I not allowed to be curious?”

“But Jungkook, you realize that it’s different for other people, right? Not all vaginas are the same.”

Jungkook stares at him for a moment before speaking. “I’m asking about you , hyung.”

Fuck . This boy was definitely going to be the death of him. Yesterday it was ‘hyung, what does it feel like when you squirt?’ and now this? Please give him a goddamn break.

“I’ve only orgasmed once like that.”

“Is it because your clit is too sensitive?” The brunette pushes, and Jimin has just about had enough. He gets up and cuts the TV completely off. It’s not fair. Jungkook gets to ask him these personal questions, make him uncomfortably aroused, and then leave him high and dry. He’s done with this cruel form of torture from his crush.

“That’s enough, Jungkook. Goodnight.” He marches down the hallway and into his room. He doesn’t bother slipping into different clothes, he’d been lounging around the apartment in a pair of small shorts and a t-shirt all day, anyway.

Jimin doesn’t bother slipping his hand into his panties, despite the warmth swarming his lower half. His panties weren’t damp with his juices like usual, but he could feel the pulse of his own heartbeat down there. God, he’s painfully turned on, but he wasn’t going to give in to Jungkook. He wasn’t going to come silently, tears in his eyes as he imagined Jungkook eating his pussy and then fucking it over and over. He wasn’t going to let him win—not tonight.

Jimin has his back facing the door, but he can still see the light that appears when Jungkook slowly opens his door a few minutes later. 

“Hyung?” He calls out. The said male pretends to sleep. He doesn’t want to talk to Jungkook right now. 

“Jiminie-hyung, I know you’re awake,” the brunette says, slipping under the covers. Jimin’s breath hitches. Jungkook only cuddles him when he’s done something that made Jimin extremely upset. His heart aches at the thought of Jungkook thinking that Jimin was angry with him, but how could he explain that all Jungkook has made him feel is horny? There’s no way he could.

Jungkook huffs at the lack of response and scoots closer to the older male, pressing his chest flush against Jimin’s back. 

“I’m really sorry, hyung. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise that I won’t do it again, so please stop ignoring me.” Jungkook sounds sincere, so Jimin makes the quick decision to grab Jungkook’s hand that wrapped around his waist, and intertwine their fingers. That was Jimin’s way of saying ‘okay, I forgive you.’ A sigh of content is released against Jimin’s nape, which lets him know that the younger male knows he’s forgiven.

Jungkook slowly drifts to sleep, his breathing slowing down and steadying. Jimin lies awake for a few minutes longer, basking in his fake version of reality, where Jungkook is his boyfriend, cuddling him to sleep. Once he’s satisfied, he lets his eyes close, and he, too, drifts to sleep.

***

It’s only half-past midnight when Jimin is jolted awake by something hard poking against his ass. He turns on his phone screen, thankful that he hadn’t left the brightness all the way up. Jimin was in no mood to burn his retinas off. Craning his neck as far as he could, he shines the light of his lock screen on the sleeping body behind him. 

Jungkook’s eyebrows were furrowed together, his bottom lip swollen red as if he’d been chewing on it during his sleep. Jimin stares at him for a minute, his upper body twisted to the best of his ability. For a split second, he’d forgotten why he was awake. But the younger male quickly reminds him when he moves, his cock twitching as he scoots closer, pushing it snug against the cleft of Jimin’s ass. 

Jimin gasps, subconsciously pushing his ass back against Jungkook’s cock, and god—this is so wrong. Groaning, Jungkook rubs his cock against the plush softness.

But it feels so good.

Jungkook’s dick so hard, and thick, and heavy —Jimin just knows he’d feel so good inside of him. It’s so wrong, but Jimin can’t stop.

He lets Jungkook thrust lightly against him. He says nothing, just tries to remain silent while lightly pushing back. The friction feels so nice—Jimin wishes he could just pull the younger male’s cock out of his sweatpants and let it slide between his legs. He wanted to cover Jungkook’s dick in his juices, getting it nice and slick enough to slide in without a problem.

His panties were soaked through—he could feel the dampening spot on the crotch area of his shorts that kept getting damper with each thrust.

“J-jungkook,” Jimin whimpers without thinking, when the said male gives one particular, deliciously hot thrust against him. There’s a lick of heat in his belly, something animalistic that just wants to get on top of Jungkook and bounce on his cock right then and there, but the feeling fades quickly,

Because as suddenly as the warmth and friction had appeared, it’s disappearing along with the warmth of Jungkook’s body. 

“H-hyung?”

The room is deafeningly silent after Jungkook speaks. Fuck. He needed to pretend to be asleep

“Jimin-hyung?” Maybe if squeezes his eyes shut, he can force himself to sleep.

“I know you’re not sleeping. Your breathing is uneven.”

Well, shit.

“You don’t have to answer, hyung. I’m really sorry. I’ve made you uncomfortable again—but I swear, this was completely unintentional. I’m going to go now. Goodnight.” 

Then there’s a shuffling sound and a small dip in the bed that lets Jimin know that Jungkook has gotten out of the bed. There’s a pang of guilt in his chest for not responding. He should say something, he has to say something—think Jimin, think—don’t say anything stupid—

“It’s fine it’s no big deal, bun.”  Good job, Park.

No one speaks for a solid minute, and Jimin knows he’s screwed.

Jungkook is standing incredibly still by the door with one hand on the doorknob when Jimin turns around to face him. It’s still too dark, but he can barely make out his facial expression from the moonlight shining through his window.

“W-what?”

Jimin had a choice. He could try to pretend he hadn’t said anything, or he could save himself more embarrassment because he knew Jungkook wouldn’t let this slide.

“I said, it’s fine.”

The younger man remains silent for a few passing seconds, before slowly making his way to the bed. 

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better... are you?” Of course not. He’d kill to actually feel Jungkook inside of him—

“No, I’m not lying,” He says, settling on a less creepy response than the one in his head.

Jungkook pulls back the covers, scooting into his same spot again, and Jimin releases the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. The younger male is now facing him, eyes wide and trained on him. Jimin feels as though the brunette is trying to read his facial expressions.

“Goodnight, Kookie,” He mumbles before quickly turning around to face his window. He couldn’t stand to look at the other man--his panties were still wet, and the arousal still very prominent. The embarrassment was too much for Jimin to remain face to face with Jungkook.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whispers.

“Yes?”

“I felt you pushing back, hyung.” 

Oh, God. 

Jimin’s breath hitches when Jungkook scoots closer, his warm breath fanning against his nape. Jungkook was still as hard as he was minutes prior to him waking up and now pressed snugly against Jimin’s ass again. 

“Tell me if I’ve got the wrong idea, and you don’t want it, Jimin,” Jungkook speaks again, trailing his fingertips up Jimin’s thighs. They stop, resting at his hips, and Jimin shivers at the warmth of Jungkook’s palm.

“You have to speak, otherwise I can’t do anything.”

Jimin takes a deep breath. He wants it, he wants Jungkook so much--so why couldn’t he say anything? He needed to speak before he lost this chance--perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity. The past couple of weeks of enduring the torture from his crush could be rewarded right now if he could just say it.

“I want it—want you, Jungkook,” The older male finally says, and he can hear Jungkook’s breath hitch at his words.

The hand resting on Jimin’s hip is suddenly inching closer to the hem of Jimin’s shorts. Fuck, it was really going to happen—Jungkook was going to touch him.

“I was dreaming about you, Jimin,” The younger male whispers directly into his ear, sending a tingling sensation straight down.

“M-me?”

“Yes, hyung, I was dreaming about you.”

“What about me?”

Jungkook pulls on Jimin's shorts, and the older man rolls onto his back, lifting his butt up so that he could slip the shorts off. Despite having the duvet cover his body, Jimin felt so exposed under the caressing hands of Jungkook.

“I dreamt about your thighs,” he continues, squeezing lightly at the soft, yet muscular flesh of Jimin’s thighs. 

“I dreamt about them, wrapped around my head, squeezing while I licked all the juices from your pretty little pussy.” He trailed his hand up his thigh, stopping right on top of his mound.

Jimin whimpers, unconsciously bucking his hips in search of friction for the growing heat down there. His panties felt sticky and uncomfortable—he needs to get them off.

Jungkook proceeds after watching the older man’s reaction, adding pressure as he rubs over his slit, the cotton fabric being the only thing preventing his finger from slipping inside him.

“ Fuck ,” He groans, pressing harder. “You’re so wet for me , hyung. Does Minnie want me that 

bad?” 

Jimin does. He wants Jungkook so much-- he needs Jungkook. Rapidly nodding, Jimin lifts his hips once more, signaling to the brunette to slide his panties off. Jungkook follows, pulling on the sticky, cotton fabric achingly slow.

Jungkook bunches the fabric in his hand before bringing it up to his nose, inhaling deeply and groaning, his eye contact with Jimin never faltering.

In any other circumstance, Jimin would be embarrassed and slightly creeped out—if he’s being honest. Despite knowing that his vagina wasn’t supposed to smell like roses, he’d still felt a bit self-conscious about his own scent. But it was Jungkook who was holding his panties to his nose—and Jimin felt more turned on than anything.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Minnie, I can nearly taste it.”

He moans in response to the younger male, his cheeks heating up. Jungkook, his crush, thought that he smelled good? The older man is glad that despite the moon’s light it’s still dark enough in the room for Jungkook to see him blushing. 

“S-shut up. People don’t say things like that,” Jimin mutters, causing Jungkook to chuckle lightly. Suddenly the duvet is lifted off of Jimin’s half-naked body.  Jungkook positions himself in between his legs, spreading them further apart. The moonlight hits Jimin’s body, and Jungkook stares at his pussy. It's a pretty, tan color, coated in Jimin’s slick, glistening in the moonlight.

The light is hitting his face now, and there’s a carnal look in the brunette’s eyes as he continues to scan over the older male’s body. Jimin feels even more naked under his gaze. He tries to close his legs, but Jungkook is quick to gently pry his knees apart. 

Jimin whimpers as he watches the younger man lick his lips while staring directly at his pussy. He looked just about ready to devour him, and Jimin was more than ready to let him do so. 

“Minnie, you’re so gorgeous—your pussy is beautiful.” 

“You think that it’s pretty?”

“Absolutely, hyung. It’s so pretty—can I taste it, hyung? Can I please kiss your cute little pussy? I really want to—it looks so good .”

Jimin suddenly finds it harder to breathe, his chest heaving in an attempt to get as much air as possible. Jungkook’s words had far more effect on him than he’d realized. He subconsciously spreads his legs wider, his pussy getting wetter at the thought of the other male kissing on his most intimate parts.

“Y-yes.”

The brunette doesn’t waste time; he immediately ducks down as soon as Jimin stutters his response, his face now barely an inch away from Jimin’s mound. He lets his hot breath fan over it for a second, watching Jimin’s clit twitch at the heat. His scent is much more potent now, and Jungkook inhales deeply once more, before peppering wet kisses all over Jimin’s pussy.

His lips are soft and plump and warm, causing the older man to release a small moan. Jungkook looked absolutely sinful with his head between his legs, eye contact strong and unfaltering. He takes Jimin by surprise when he suddenly licks right up the center of his pussy, forcing a gasp out of him.

His folds spread so easily for Jungkook’s warm, velvety, tongue—yet he feels no embarrassment. Jimin is desperate to feel more--he needs Jungkook to wreck him, to take what wants.

The taste, the smell, the slick sounds—they all invade Jungkook senses, driving him crazy. He groans, taking it all in and pushing his face further into the slick mess as if he were intoxicated. He licks up more of the slick juices that leak out of Jimin’s pussy, eliciting a breathless groan from the older male.

“You taste so fucking good hyung. I knew you would—ever since you bent down in those leggings in front of me— fuck ”

Jimin’s eyes widen when the words register in his mind.

“W-what?”

Jungkook smirks. “The day you made kimchi fried rice for me? I was talking to Hoseok about how I love eating pussy and you started acting weird. I watched you squeeze your legs together in the kitchen like you were getting wet from my words.”

Jungkook had been watching him? Jimin wasn’t sure whether he’d pass out from this news, or the fact that Jungkook is still between his legs, lips hovering over his swollen clit.

“You s-saw?”

“Yeah, I did. Imagine how I felt when you bent down and showed me the damp spot your cunt created? It was like you were practically presenting yourself to me, hyung. God, I wanted to pin you down right there, eat you out until you were screaming, wreck you—”

“So do it,” Jimin cuts him off, breathless.

Jungkook stares at him for a second, slowly hooking his arms around Jimin’s thighs, pinning them down. Fuck, Jimin was so gone already.

“Do what , Minnie?”

“W-wreck me.”

Jimin’s fingers immediately tangle in Jungkook’s long hair when he dives back down, plunging his tongue straight into his wet hole, licking hungrily at the velvety-soft walls.

The moans that the older man releases are sultry and heavenly, which does nothing but encourage Jungkook to continue.

He lets his tongue wander, licking up the slick from Jimin’s smooth, outer lips before sucking intensely on his engorged clit. He tastes tangy with a slight sweetness to it, and Jungkook loves it. Jimin’s clit throbs against his tongue— It’s red and swollen, hot with the pulsing desire to feel pleasure—to which Jungkook happily obliges. 

Jimin’s thighs close around his head, to which Jungkook immediately forces them back apart, sucking relentlessly as the older male tenses, thrashing his body in an attempt to move away. It’s so much—it’s too much— and Jimin tries not to cry. He’s never felt this kind of pleasure before with any of his past hookups. How could someone with as little as two weeks of experience be so good?

Jimin musters enough courage to look right into Jungkook’s eyes as the man mercilessly sucks and licks right at his clit, gripping his thighs and hips so that Jimin’s couldn’t buck his hips, even if he tried. He just had to lay there and take it.

“Jungkook—stop. It’s t-too much!” He whines, and Jungkook removes one arm from around his left thigh. Jimin sighs in relief—which is only short-lived, because Jungkook uses his free hand to spread his folds further apart, giving him better access to Jimin’s clenching hole and clit. He licks a fat stripe up his hole, blowing lightly before returning to sucking intensely on Jimin’s clit, and Jimin swears he’s going to come right then and there.

“Kookie, p-please—” 

He doesn’t stop, and Jimin’s beginning to feel lightheaded from the relentless flow of pleasure he’s feeling.

“K-kookie, stop—please, it’s too much!”

Jimin is writhing, whining, and pulling harshly at Jungkook’s hair, yet he doesn’t show an ounce of mercy for the older male. Jungkook just continues to ignore him, eating and sucking at Jimin’s swollen pussy like he’s been starved for years . The sight before him makes Jimin’s clit twitch harder.

“God, you don’t know how much I love the taste of your pussy,” Jungkook growls, and fuck, Jimin’s never heard something so hot before.

“K-kookie—”

“You’re mine now, hyung. Gonna eat your pretty pussy whenever I want—and you can’t do anything but let me, right hyung?”

Jimin arches his back, moaning at the mental image of Jungkook grabbing him at any time of day, forcing his legs open, and licking at his pussy until he comes over and over. Jimin’s crying at this point, but he doesn’t care. He feels too good.

“Fucking, answer me,” Jungkook growls, slapping his clit lightly. This is all too new to Jimin—the pleasure is so intense, and he’s sure he’s going to pass out—he probably will pass out at this rate.

“Yes, a-all yours— ah!”

Jungkook’s tongue is on his pussy, licking on and in between the thick, tan, outer lips, and Jimin’s glad he shaved the night before. Jungkook was licking him everywhere.

Suddenly Jungkook lifts his legs up, forcing Jimin to hold them against his chest. Jimin feels all the more exposed, his plump lips are trapped between his thighs, and his ass hole is completely visible to the younger male.

“Hold your legs still. You’re not allowed to let go of them, nor can you come until I say so,” Jungkook says, proceeding to shove his face right back into Jimin’s pussy. He kisses over the fat outer lips, licking short stripes before letting his tongue dip between the folds, collecting more of the addicting slick coming from Jimin’s hole.

He licks from the clit down, until his tongue comes into contact with Jimin’s ass hole, then sucks at the puckered ring of muscles, jolting Jimin out of his fucked-out haze.

“Jungkook, no— that’s embarrassing !” Jimin protests, but his words go unheard as the younger male sucks and slurps loudly, often switching from his clit to his asshole. Jimin is more grateful than ever that he cleans everywhere .

He’s rubbing his nose against Jimin’s mound as he licks everywhere, inhaling the delicious scent of arousal, sweat, and saliva, and Jimin is now convinced that Jungkook really is obsessed with eating pussy—not that he’s complaining, though. 

“I can’t, I can’t, Kookie—please I need to come!” He begs, but the other man only shakes his head. 

“Not yet, I’ll let you come when I’m finished with you.”

It’s borderline painful at this point, but Jimin can’t tell with the overpowering amount of pleasure blanketing it. His clit is pulsating, heavy, and swollen, yet Jungkook doesn’t seem to give a single fuck. He just sucks and sucks, alternating between his asshole and his clit, leaving a trail of saliva everywhere. It’s so wet, so sticky, so messy, and Jimin loves it. His legs are shaking intensely, and he’s barely managing to hold on to them—he’s so close—

“Come for me, baby, show me how pretty you look when you come,” and finally, finally , Jimin can release.

“It’s too much—c-coming! M-coming!” Jimin moans loudly, coming with so much force that his body jerks uncontrollably. It’s so intense and direct as Jungkook laps up his juices, greedily drinking up as much as he possibly could before gently coaxing Jimin to release his legs.

Then, the room is silent again, save for the heavy panting between the two men. Jimin just stares at the younger male in front of him, eyes following as Jungkook lifts himself off of the bed, wordlessly exiting the bedroom.

Panic rises within Jimin but quickly dissipates when Jungkook returns with a warm washcloth. He carefully wipes the mess between Jimin’s legs, careful not to add too much pressure on Jimin’s extremely sensitive clit, and the older male sighs in content.

He slips back under the covers, shuffling Jimin over to the side of the bed that isn't currently stained with his juices, before wrapping his arms tightly around him.

“What about you, Kookie?”

“What about me?”

“You didn’t get to come.”

Jungkook chuckles. “I only wanted to taste my hyung’s beautiful pussy. We can worry about me coming later.” Jimin blushes profusely at the younger male’s response.

“Goodnight, hyung.”

“Goodnight, Kookie.”

Jimin closes his eyes, worn out but content. He’d worry about the path of their relationship later, but for now, he was going to relax in the other man’s warm embrace. Everything else was a problem for when the morning came.

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Notes:

This isn't the best, because I wrote this within a span of three hours, lol.

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