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The club was loud, all bass and flashing lights.
They stood near the bar, caught in the middle of an argument that should have been small but somehow wasn't. Their voices stayed low, hidden beneath the music, but the tension between them felt impossible to ignore.
"You couldn't have worn something else?" Jungkook asked. He was staring down at Jimin, his eyes dark.
Jimin frowned. He looked up from his phone, checking the time. 2:51AM. "What?"
Jungkook gestured vaguely at him. "That."
He meant the shirt. It was a tight, muted greenish long-sleeve that fit like a second skin, clinging relentlessly to the broad slope of his shoulders and chest under the red club lights. A heavy cluster of silver chains layered over his collarbones, catching the crimson strobes every time he breathed.
With his textured, shoulder-length blonde hair damp and falling messily into his eyes, he looked effortlessly lethal. The tight top was tucked neatly into a pair of dark jeans held together by a heavy leather belt, highlighting the exact curve of his waist.
Jimin looked down at himself before looking back up. The realization dawned almost immediately. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh," Jimin murmured.
Jungkook sighed the second he saw the look on Jimin's face. He knew he had just made a mistake. "Don't."
"You're jealous."
"I'm not jealous," Jungkook said quickly, but his jaw clenched. He shifted his weight, his broad shoulders blocking Jimin from the rest of the crowded room.
The smile only grew. "Jungkook."
"I'm not."
Jimin almost laughed. He liked the edge in Jungkook's voice.
"Half the club's been staring at you since we got here," Jungkook muttered. His eyes flicked to a group of guys nearby who were looking at Jimin, then back down.
There it was. The real problem.
A dangerous sort of amusement settled over Jimin. He leaned back against the edge of the bar, completely relaxed. "That's not my fault."
"You know what you're doing," Jungkook said, his voice dropping an octave.
Jimin's smile sharpened. Maybe he did. He liked seeing Jungkook lose his usual calm composure.
Jungkook's jaw tightened so hard a small muscle leaped in his cheek. Jimin knew that look. It meant Jungkook was reaching his limit.
And suddenly, making things worse sounded like a great idea.
Without another word, Jimin turned his back to Jungkook and faced the bar. He caught the bartender's eye and held up his index finger. He ordered a shot of vodka. When the glass slid over, he picked it up and knocked it back in one smooth motion, the alcohol burning hot down his throat.
Then he set the empty glass down with a sharp clink and walked away.
Not toward the exit. Straight toward the crowded dance floor.
The dance floor was a sea of moving bodies. Heat rolled off the crowd, heavy with the scent of expensive cologne, alcohol, and sweat.
Jimin did not hesitate. He slid deep into the center of the crowd, the heavy bass thumping hard against his ribs.
He found a tall stranger dancing nearby. Jimin did not look at the guy's face. He did not care what he looked like. He just stepped right into the guy's personal space. The stranger looked surprised, then very pleased. He let out a low breath and immediately reached out. His hands settled firmly on Jimin’s waist, right over the thin fabric of his shirt.
Jimin did not flinch at the touch. He just leaned back, pressing his spine against the guy's chest. He tilted his head back, letting the stranger's breath brush against his neck. Then, he started to move.
He rolled his hips slowly, grinding back against the stranger. He kept perfect time with the slow, pulsing beat of the music. The guy gripped his waist a little tighter, pulling Jimin’s hips flush against his own.
But Jimin’s mind was not on the person holding him.
He opened his eyes. He looked straight through the flashing strobe lights, across the dark room, right back to the bar.
Jungkook was still standing there. He had not moved an inch. His body was completely rigid, tall and imposing against the counter. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, but his shoulders were dangerously tight.
Jimin locked eyes with him.
The club lights flashed blue, then red, cutting across Jungkook’s face. His expression was completely dark. His eyes were wide, pitch-black, and fixed entirely on the stranger’s hands on Jimin’s waist. He looked like he wanted to rip the place apart.
Jimin saw it all. He just smirked, slowed his movements down, and ground harder against the guy. He wanted to see exactly how long it would take for Jungkook to snap.
It did not take long.
Jungkook lasted maybe thirty seconds.
Through the flashing lights, Jimin saw Jungkook take his hands out of his pockets. He pushed away from the bar. His stride was long, heavy, and purposeful as he cut straight through the crowded dance floor. People naturally moved out of his way because of the sheer irritation rolling off him.
The stranger behind Jimin didn't see him coming.
Before the guy could even blink, a heavy hand gripped his forearm. Jungkook didn't say a word. He just squeezed the guy's arm with enough force to make him immediately drop his hands from Jimin's waist. Jungkook stepped right between them, his broad back completely blocking the stranger from view.
The guy looked ready to complain, but he took one look at Jungkook’s face and stepped backward, disappearing into the crowd.
Jimin did not even have time to laugh.
Jungkook’s hand wrapped around Jimin's wrist. His grip was tight, warm, and unyielding. Without a word, Jungkook turned on his heel and dragged Jimin behind him, pulling him past the dancing bodies and toward the back hallway of the club where the restrooms and exit doors were.
Jimin practically had to jog to keep up with Jungkook's angry, fast pace. He wasn't upset at all. He looked at the back of Jungkook's tense shoulders, a smug, breathless smile spreading across his face.
Jungkook slammed his shoulder against the heavy door of a private, single-occupancy restroom. He pulled Jimin inside, stepped in after him, and kicked the door shut.
The lock turned with a loud, sharp click.
Suddenly, the loud bass of the club was muffled. The room was small, dimly lit, and quiet.
Jungkook did not hesitate. He threw his weight forward, shoving Jimin back until Jimin’s shoulder blades hit the solid wood of the locked door. Jungkook pinned him there, crowding into his space so closely that Jimin could feel the heat radiating off his chest.
Jungkook’s breathing was heavy, his jaw clenched tight. He stared down at Jimin, his eyes completely black with jealousy.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Jungkook rasped, his voice dangerously low.
Jimin did not look scared. He looked thrilled.
He leaned his head back against the door, the smug smile still on his lips. He looked up at Jungkook through his eyelashes, totally relaxed.
"Why?" Jimin asked, his voice soft and teasing. "I was just dancing."
Jungkook leaned in closer. "You let him touch you."
"He was a good dancer," Jimin lied. He reached up, his small fingers wrapping around the collar of Jungkook’s jacket. He tugged it gently. "And you were just standing there. Being boring."
Jungkook let out a harsh, angry breath. "I told you people were staring. And you went out there and gave them exactly what they wanted."
Jimin tilted his chin up, his eyes bright with mischief. He loved seeing Jungkook like this—completely unraveled, all his usual politeness gone.
"Maybe I like the attention," Jimin whispered, his lips practically brushing Jungkook’s jaw. "Maybe I wanted someone who actually appreciates how I look tonight. Since you only wanted to complain."
Jungkook’s grip on Jimin's wrist tightened. It didn't hurt, but it was heavy. Firm.
"You don't need their attention," Jungkook growled, his voice dropping, rough and raspy.
"Oh yeah?" Jimin challenged, his voice a bratty whine. He wriggled his hips slightly against the door, feeling the hard line of Jungkook's thighs pinning him in place. "Who says?"
"I do," Jungkook said.
Before Jimin could reply with another smart comment, Jungkook snapped. He caught Jimin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his face up sharply, and slammed his mouth down against Jimin's.
The kiss was bruising and desperate. Jungkook bit down on Jimin’s lower lip just hard enough to make him gasp, using the moment to push his tongue deep into Jimin's mouth.
Jimin whimpered, his hands gripping Jungkook’s shoulders for balance. His bratty attitude melted away in a second, replaced by pure, breathless compliance. He melted against the door, his knees growing weak as Jungkook devoured him.
Jungkook’s free hand slid down Jimin's throat, his thumb pressing hard against Jimin's racing pulse point. He broke the kiss for just a second, his breath hot and ragged against Jimin's skin.
"We are going home," Jungkook ordered, his voice a low, rough command against Jimin's ear. "Right now."
Jimin was dazed, his lips swollen and wet. He shook his head weakly, his inner brat trying to make one last appearance. "What? No... we just got here. I want—"
Jungkook didn't let him finish. He pressed his thigh hard right between Jimin’s legs, pushing up against Jimin's aching heat.
Jimin choked on a breath, his eyes widening as his hips twitched helplessly against Jungkook's leg.
"You don't get to say no," Jungkook muttered, his lips tracing down Jimin's jaw line. He found a spot right under Jimin's ear and sucked hard, deliberately leaving a dark, messy bruise. "You wanted to play games out there. Now you have to wait until we get back to the apartment."
Jimin whined, his fingers digging into the fabric of Jungkook's jacket. "Jungkook, please. It hurts. Just do it here."
"No," Jungkook said, his tone final. He pulled back, though his eyes stayed fixed on Jimin's wrecked expression. "I want you spread out for me. I want your clothes completely off. If I do it here, I’m going to break something."
Jungkook stood up straight and fixed his own jacket. He reached down and adjusted Jimin's shirt, pulling the collar up slightly, though it did absolutely nothing to hide the fresh, dark mark on his neck.
Jimin stood against the door, trembling, his body completely alive with need. He looked up at Jungkook with wide, desperate eyes, totally defeated by his own game.
Jungkook unlocked the door with a sharp click and opened it. He didn't look back as he grabbed Jimin’s hand, locking their fingers together in a tight, crushing grip.
"Walk fast, hyung," Jungkook warned, pulling him out into the hallway. "Because the second that apartment door closes, I’m not being gentle."
The car door slammed shut, cutting off the muffled bass of the club. Suddenly, it was dead quiet.
They were both breathing hard, the air inside the vehicle instantly growing hot and thick. Jungkook started the engine, the dashboard lights glowing blue across his sharp profile, but he didn't shift into drive yet. He just gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white.
Jimin shifted in the passenger seat, letting out a soft, frustrated whine. It was impossible to hide anymore. The tight fabric of his jeans was straining, a prominent, aching tent pushing against the cloth. He was so hard it actually throbbed, completely overstimulated by the rough handling in the restroom. His patience was entirely worn thin by the suffocating atmosphere and the heavy weight of his own desire.
His fingers flew to the back of his neck, fumbling blindly with the clasps. The heavy cluster of silver chains, the ones that had been catching the club lights and drawing everyone’s eyes to his chest all night, felt suddenly restrictive, choking him. With a final, aggressive tug, the heavy tangle of silver came loose in his palm.
He glanced over at Jungkook to complain, but the words died in his throat.
Jungkook was leaning back against his seat, staring straight ahead at the dark windshield. His chest was heaving. And there, stretching the dark fabric of his jeans, was a massive, heavy ridge. It was completely rigid, pointing straight up toward his stomach.
Jimin swallowed hard, his mouth going completely dry.
"Jungkook," Jimin whispered, his voice high and breathless. He reached his hand out, his fingers hovering just an inch away from the boner in Jungkook's lap. "Look at you. You're dying."
Jungkook didn't let him touch. He caught Jimin's wrist in mid-air, his grip heavy and hot, and forced Jimin's hand back down onto his own knee.
"Don't touch it," Jungkook rasped. His voice was incredibly deep, ruined by the sheer effort of holding himself back. "If you touch me right now, we aren't making it out of this parking lot."
Jimin bit his lip, his eyes locked on the heavy shape between Jungkook's legs. The sight of it made his own erection ache even worse. "Then don't make us wait. Just let me—"
"I said no, hyung," Jungkook cut him off, finally turning his head to look at him. His eyes were completely blown in the dim car light. "Buckle your seatbelt. Look out the window. And think about what I’m going to do to you when we get home."
Jungkook slammed the car into gear and hit the gas, the tires chirping against the pavement as they ripped out of the parking lot.
The drive back to the apartment was pure torture.
Every time Jungkook hit the brakes or turned a corner, their bodies shifted, and the friction against their tight jeans made them both flinch. Jimin kept his eyes glued to Jungkook’s lap, watching the heavy ridge bounce slightly with the movement of the car. He was practically dripping, his thighs clamped tightly together to try and ease the unbearable throb between his legs.
Jungkook drove like a man possessed, his eyes locked on the dark road, one hand gripping the steering wheel so hard Jimin swears Jungkook's fingerprints would stay there.
The moment the car screeched into their building's underground parking lot, the tension snapped.
Jungkook threw the car into park and killed the engine. He didn't wait. He unbuckled his seatbelt, threw his door open, and was around to the passenger side before Jimin could even unclick his own belt.
Jungkook yanked Jimin’s door open, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him out of the seat. Jimin let out a sharp cry as his feet hit the concrete, his hands immediately flying to Jungkook’s shoulders. He could feel Jungkook’s massive erection pressing directly against his hip through their clothes.
"Jungkook, wait—" Jimin gasped, but Jungkook was already dragging him toward the elevators.
The elevator ride up to their floor was agonizing. They were the only ones inside. Jungkook pinned Jimin against the metal wall, his heavy thighs crowding between Jimin's legs to keep him still. He didn't kiss him. He just stared down at him, his breathing loud and erratic in the small space, his eyes tracking the way Jimin’s chest heaved.
"You're shaking, hyung," Jungkook noted, his voice rough.
"Because of you," Jimin whined, his hands clutching at the front of Jungkook's jacket. "Please. Just touch it. Just a little bit."
"No." Jungkook’s jaw set. "Not here."
The doors opened with a soft chime. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and practically hauled him down the carpeted hallway. Jimin was practically tripping, his body heavy and clumsy with sheer arousal.
Jungkook pressed his palm against the digital lock of their apartment door. It beeped, the mechanism unlocking with a heavy thud.
Jungkook shoved the door open, threw Jimin inside, and slammed it shut behind them. He didn't even turn on the lights. The apartment was completely dark, illuminated only by the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Before Jimin could even draw a breath, Jungkook tackled him against the nearest wall.
Jimin’s back hit the wall with a solid thud. The breath knocked right out of his lungs, but he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck immediately, pulling him down. The kiss was messy, loud, and completely devoid of patience. Jungkook devoured his mouth, his tongue driving inside over and over again. He tasted like the sharp vodka Jimin had drank earlier.
Jungkook’s hands were frantic. He grabbed the hem of Jimin’s shirt and yanked it upward. Jungkook shoved the fabric up over Jimin's head and threw it somewhere into the hallway. Jimin on the other hand desperately took Jungkook's leather jacket off in one swift motion.
Finally, his bare palms clamped onto Jimin’s naked waist. Jungkook’s hands were boiling hot against Jimin's skin, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin whimpered into the kiss, his hips twitching forward. Jungkook didn't waste a second. He dropped to his knees right in front of Jimin.
Jimin’s breath hitched. He looked down through the dark, his fingers immediately knotting into Jungkook’s thick hair.
The younger expertly took the belt off, then grabbed the denim waistband with both hands and yanked downward. The fabric gave way, dragging Jimin's underwear down with it, trapping his thighs. Jimin’s erection snapped free, completely bare, throbbing and glistening in the dim light from the window. He was so hard it was painful.
Jungkook didn't look up. He planted a kiss against Jimin’s inner thigh before wrapping his large hand around the base of Jimin’s length, gripping him tight, and took the entire wet head into his mouth in one deep, heavy swallow.
Everything seemed to slow down as Jimin lolled his head back against the wall. His eyes rolled back into his head, his knees completely giving out. "Oh my god. Jungkook—"
Jungkook didn't give him a single second to adjust. He sucked down hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip while his hand pumped the base in a fast, unforgiving rhythm.
Jimin whimpered, his fingers tightening in Jungkook’s hair, pulling desperately. He was shaking from head to toe.
"Too fast—Jungkook, wait, I'm gonna—" Jimin choked out, his hips jerking helplessly.
Jungkook pulled off him with a loud, wet pop. He didn't let Jimin breathe. He stood up instantly, his face flushed and his lips shining wet.
"You're not cumming yet," Jungkook rasped.
He grabbed Jimin by the hips, spun him around, and shoved him face-first against the wall. Jimin pressed his palms against the cool drywall, his chest heaving as he peaked out the window at the blurry city lights. Jimin kicked his legs out of his tangled jeans, needing to be completely free.
Instead of rushing to unzip his jeans, Jungkook dropped back down to his knees behind Jimin.
"Jungkook?" Jimin breathed, twisting his head to look back.
Jungkook didn't answer. He grabbed Jimin’s thighs, prying them wider apart, and buried his face straight between them.
Jimin let out a loud, high-pitched gasp as Jungkook’s hot tongue swept flat against his entrance. The contact was electric. Jungkook was relentless, using his tongue to circle and push against the tight, puckered opening. He parted the sensitive skin, rimming him with long, wet strokes until Jimin’s thighs began to tremble violently.
"Jungkook-ah, wait, that's—" Jimin threw his head back, his fingernails clawing pathetically at the drywall. The slick, wet heat of Jungkook’s mouth was driving him insane.
Jungkook reached around to wrap his hand around Jimin's bare erection, pumping it slowly in time with his swirling tongue, deliberately keeping Jimin right on the edge. He stayed down there until Jimin was completely slick, whining and begging for something solid.
Finally, Jungkook pulled away, leaving the skin glistening in the dim light. He spit into his palm, slicking up his fingers. He didn't waste any time, pushing his index finger straight inside.
Jimin choked on a breath, his hips twitching blindly. The finger was blunt and hot, moving in a deep, stretching rhythm.
"Relax for me, baby," Jungkook muttered, his voice a low vibration against Jimin's thigh.
Before Jimin could even adjust, Jungkook pushed his middle finger in alongside the first. The sudden fullness made Jimin let out a fractured sob. He bent forward, his forehead resting against the cool wall as Jungkook began to work his fingers in and out, stretching the tight muscles thoroughly.
Jungkook curled his fingers upward, intentionally hooking them inside. He found the sweet spot.
Jimin’s voice cracked, a loud, helpless wail tearing from his throat. His hips jerked back against Jungkook's hand on instinct. "Right there—Jungkook, please, right there."
Hearing that, Jungkook added a third finger. He drove them deep, opening Jimin up with rough, hurried, but careful strokes. He opened him completely, his own breath hitching as Jimin’s walls clamped desperately around his fingers, practically begging for the real thing.
Jungkook stood up, finally pulling his fingers out with a sharp, wet sound. He quickly unzipped his jeans and freed his heavy, pulsing cock. It was completely bare, thick, and glistening.
"Look at me," Jungkook commanded, his voice dark and ruined.
Jimin twisted his neck around, his eyes glassy, wet with tears, and his lips swollen. He looked at Jungkook’s hard face, then looked down at the massive length straining between Jungkook's legs.
Jimin didn't wait for a command. He turned his body completely around, pressing his back against the wall for support. He leaned up, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to Jungkook’s clenched jaw. It was a tiny, soft moment of affection before the storm.
Then, Jimin dropped straight to his knees.
Jungkook gritted his teeth, his hands immediately flying to Jimin’s hair.
Jimin did not hesitate. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around the thick head of Jungkook's erection, taking him in all at once. He pushed forward, sliding his mouth all the way down the heavy shaft.
He didn't stop until his face hit Jungkook’s pubic hair. He took the entire length, deepthroating the younger man with total desperation.
Jungkook’s hips jerked forward on instinct. His fingers knotted tightly into Jimin’s hair, holding him there. "Fuck, Jimin-ah..."
The sheer size of it made Jimin’s eyes water. Tears spilled over his flushed cheeks, but he didn't pull back. He began to move his head up and down in a fast, frantic rhythm. His throat clamped tight around Jungkook’s length, making Jungkook groan loudly.
It was incredibly messy. Jimin couldn't swallow his own saliva with his throat completely full. White spit and thick drool mixed together, coating Jungkook’s hard erection. Every time Jimin pulled back to the tip, strings of saliva stretched between his lips and Jungkook's wet skin.
Jimin used his hands to stroke the bottom of the shaft, his mouth sliding back down again, swallowing him whole over and over. The sound of his wet mouth and Jungkook’s ragged breathing filled the dark room.
Jungkook was shaking. He couldn't handle the intense heat of Jimin's throat. After a few more heavy, desperate thrusts into Jimin’s mouth, Jungkook gripped Jimin’s shoulders and firmly pulled him off. He too had finally discarded his tank top, letting it fall on the floor.
Jimin gasps for air, a long string of drool wiping across his chin. His lips were bright red, wet, and glistening.
"Fuck," Jungkook rasped, his voice a completely broken, as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against Jimin's. His bare chest was heaving, glistening with sweat under the dim room lights. "Look at you. You took every single inch of me so perfectly."
Jungkook’s large hand cupped Jimin’s jaw, his thumb gently wiping the thick string of drool from his chin, smearing the wetness over Jimin's swollen, reddened bottom lip. His dark eyes were filled with a fierce, melting adoration. "So beautiful, baby. Look at how ruined your pretty mouth is for me. You did so good."
Instead of pulling away, Jimin leaned into the touch. His eyes, still glossy and wet with tears, held eye contact with Jungkook's own. With a quiet, needy whimper, Jimin wrapped his mouth directly around the thick digit, sucking on it with a desperate, rhythmic pull while staring straight up through his messy blonde hair. He licked the side of Jungkook's thumb, completely shameless, his hot tongue swirling around the knuckle.
A low, amused huff escaped Jungkook’s nose, a slow, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn't pull his hand back; instead, he pushed his thumb a little deeper, feeling the tight, desperate squeeze of Jimin's mouth.
"My god," Jungkook murmured, his voice laced with absolute satisfaction at how utterly needy his boyfriend was. "So fucking horny for me. Can't even wait five minutes, can you, hyung?"
He didn't wait for Jimin's answer, instead he grabbed Jimin by the hips, spun him back around, and shoved him face-first against the wall. He lined his wet, saliva-slicked cock against Jimin’s hole.
With one heavy, brutal shove, Jungkook buried his entire length inside him.
Jungkook stayed completely still for three seconds, letting Jimin’s tight walls stretch to accommodate him. His own jaw was clenched so hard, his hands digging deep into the soft skin of Jimin's waist.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Jungkook growled against Jimin's bare shoulder blade. His breath was scorching hot.
Jimin let out a broken whine, his forehead resting against the cool wall. His hips twitched on instinct, trying to pull Jungkook closer, trying to get him to move, but Jungkook held him perfectly still, forcing him to just take the massive, unyielding stretch.
"Jungkook-ah..." Jimin whimpered, his voice trembling. "Please. Move."
"No," Jungkook rasped, his voice dropping into a dangerously low hum. He leaned his full weight forward, pressing Jimin flatter against the drywall, making sure Jimin felt every single inch buried inside him. "Look how you're stretching around me, hyung. You were so brave at the club, letting everyone look at you. Why are you crying now?"
Jimin let out a fractured sob, his hands clumsily search for Jungkook's. When they touched, their intertwine their fingers together. "It's too much... you're so big... please."
"You did this to yourself," Jungkook whispered, his lips brushing the shell of Jimin's ear. He gave a tiny, agonizingly slow twitch of his hips, just enough to friction against Jimin's sweet spot without actually thrusting. "You wanted to see what would happen if you pushed me. You wanted everyone to see what you have. Well? Look at what you have inside you right now."
The sheer sensation of being filled so completely, combined with Jungkook's possessive, heavy words, was driving Jimin out of his mind. He was completely overstimulated, his core clamping around Jungkook in tight, desperate pulses.
"Please, I can't handle it anymore. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me." Jimin sobbed.
Jungkook’s grip on his waist tightened. A smirk formed on his lips, satisfied at how shamelessly his hyung was begging him.
Jungkook drove into him with heavy, slamming thrusts. The sound of their skin slapping together was loud and echoing in the dark room. Jungkook didn't hold back. He pulled Jimin back by the hips against every single hard, deep stroke, hitting his sweet spot over and over again with brutal accuracy.
Jimin was completely helpless. His hands slid down the wall as his knees buckled. "Oh god, Jungkook. Yes!," Jimin screamed his name, head tossing back, their bare skin flushed against each other.
But Jungkook wanted more. He wanted to see Jimin’s face.
So instead of driving forward like Jimin expected, Jungkook suddenly gripped Jimin’s hips and pulled completely out of him with a loud, wet sound.
Jimin let out a loud, desperate whine at the sudden loss of contact, his body instantly feeling cold and empty. He stumbled backward, turning around blindly, only for Jungkook suddenly gripping Jimin’s thighs and lifted him completely off the floor. Jimin let out a startled yelp, immediately wrapping his legs tightly around Jungkook’s waist to keep from falling.
Jungkook walked them out of the narrow hallway and straight into the living room.
Jimin fell hard against the soft cushions of the sofa. He immediately tried to sit up, his hands reaching out for Jungkook, but Jungkook stepped into the space between his knees and pinned him down, hovering over him like a dark shadow.
Jimin looked up, his eyes glassy and wild with need. "Jungkook, what are you doing? Please, come back inside."
Jungkook just looked down at him, completely unbothered by Jimin's begging. He was being a relentless little shit, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Jimin squirm.
"You want it that bad?" Jungkook asked, his voice dangerously smooth. "Then show me. Take your hand and finger yourself for me, hyung."
Jimin’s jaw dropped. He shook his head, his inner whiny brat flaring up immediately. "No! No, Jungkook, that's embarrassing. I want you. Just do it."
"I said do it," Jungkook commanded, his eyes dropping to the aching length between Jimin's legs. "Open yourself up for me while I watch."
"I hate you," Jimin whimpered, tears of pure frustration finally welling up in his eyes and spilling down his temples. He was so close to the edge, his body trembling so hard he could barely think. "You're so mean to me. Just fuck me, please, Jungkook-ah..."
Jungkook didn't relent. Instead, he dropped to his knees between Jimin's thighs, grabbing Jimin’s ankles and pinning his legs back over his shoulders, completely exposing him to the cool air of the living room.
Before Jimin could even voice another complaint, Jungkook leaned forward and buried his face straight between Jimin’s thighs, his hot tongue sweeping flat against Jimin's entrance once again.
Jimin shrieked, his hips jerking off the sofa.
Jungkook was relentless, rimming him with heavy, wet strokes, deliberately swirling his tongue around the sensitive opening until Jimin was completely weeping from the intense sensation.
"Now put your fingers in," Jungkook muttered against his skin, his breath hot and damp. "Do it, hyung, or I'm never putting it back in."
Sobbing with frustration, Jimin finally gave in. He lifted a trembling hand, slicking his fingers with his own messy arousal, and pushed two fingers bluntly inside himself while Jungkook’s tongue kept working against him. The combination of his own fingers stretching his walls while Jungkook devoured him from the outside was too much. Jimin's mouth hung open, drool slipping past his lips onto the sofa cushion as he moaned, completely broken by the younger man's wicked game.
Jungkook let him endure it for only a minute longer before he couldn't take the sight of it anymore. Jimin was completely unraveled beneath him, his chest heaving, his fingers clumsy and desperate inside his own wet heat, and thick strings of drool catching on his lower lip.
Jungkook swore under his breath, pulling Jimin's hand away from his own body and throwing it aside. He stood up, towering over the sofa, and ruthlessly grabbed Jimin by the waist, flipping him over so he was face-down against the cushions.
Jimin let out a muffled cry as his face hit the soft fabric, his knees tucked helplessly under his chest, his hips left completely high and exposed.
"You're so wet for me," Jungkook rasped, his voice completely wrecked but softening with sudden, heavy praise. "Look how perfect you are, baby. Doing exactly what I told you."
Jimin’s voice cracked, a loud, shameless moan echoing through the dark apartment as Jungkook buried himself to the hilt. The angle of the couch allowed Jungkook to go impossibly deep, hitting his sweet spot with a terrifying accuracy that made Jimin’s vision go totally white.
"Fuck, fuck," Jimin sobbed, his fingers clawing frantically at the sofa cushions, trying to find purchase as Jungkook began to move.
Jungkook was merciless with his body, but his voice was pure, intoxicating worship against Jimin's ear. He held Jimin’s hips firmly, pinning him in place so he had to take the full force of every heavy, slamming stroke.
"You're taking it so well," Jungkook murmured, his hot breath ghosting over Jimin's burning skin. "Jimin-ah. Feel how perfect your tight hole fits around me."
Jungkook bent down over his back, his heavy chest pressing flat against Jimin's spine, and reached around to wrap his arm over Jimin's stomach, pulling the both of them upwards. "So tight. No one takes me like you do, hyung. You're doing so beautiful."
Jimin let out a broken sob, the words hitting him harder than the physical friction. His praise kink was completely triggered; hearing Jungkook praising him while absolutely ruining him was too much. He couldn't even form words anymore; his mouth hung wide open, as Jungkook thrusts into him. He was trembling, completely at Jungkook's mercy as the younger man drove them both over the edge.
"That's it, let it go for me," Jungkook ordered softly, his pace turning frantic, desperate, and completely feral. "Come for me, Jimin-ah. Show me how good you can be." Jungkook reached down, his large hand gripping Jimin's leaking erection and pulling hard in tandem with his final, heavy thrusts.
That was it. Just the permission to let go was the ultimate breaking point. Jimin convulsed violently, his entire body going rigid as a thick, messy orgasm splattered across the cushions and his own stomach. He let out a shattered, breathless wail, his core clamping down like a vice around Jungkook’s length.
The crushing sensation sent Jungkook straight over the limit. He let out a low, guttural groan, driving himself as deep as he could possibly go, and filled Jimin completely, his whole body shuddering as he came in hot, heavy bursts inside him.
The living room fell dead silent, save for the ragged, agonizingly loud sound of their breathing.
Jungkook collapsed fully onto Jimin's back, his arms wrapping securely around Jimin's waist to keep him pinned close, his face buried in the damp nape of Jimin’s neck. He gave the marked skin a soft, lingering kiss, the possessive edge finally melting into pure satisfaction.
Jungkook whispered against his skin, a breathless, smug little smile hitting his lips. "You did so well for me, hyung."
Jimin just let out a weak, completely exhausted whine, too wrecked to even move a finger, but he curled his hips back just a fraction closer into Jungkook’s warmth, entirely won over by the praise.
The next thing Jimin knew, heavy morning sunlight was filtering through the sheer curtains of the bedroom.
He didn’t even remember moving from the living room sofa. Jungkook must have carried his completely dead-weight, blacked-out body to bed, but the moment Jimin tried to shift his hips, he realized the younger man hadn't actually bothered to clean him up.
In fact, Jungkook hadn't even pulled out.
Jimin let out a sharp, muffled gasp as the slight movement caused an incredibly heavy, solid thickness inside him to twitch. Jungkook’s erection was still fully buried deep within his core, thick and unyielding even in sleep, acting as a literal plug to keep every drop of last night's messy release sealed tightly inside Jimin's swollen, aching walls.
The sheer fullness of it was overwhelming. Jimin’s core was clamped tightly around the intrusion, the skin incredibly sensitive and completely slicked with a mix of dried sweat and friction.
A heavy, heavily muscled arm was locked securely around Jimin’s waist, pinning his back flush against Jungkook’s bare chest. Jungkook was still half-asleep, his face buried in the crook of Jimin’s neck, but his lower half was warm and rock-hard against Jimin's thighs.
"J-Jungkook..." Jimin choked out, his voice completely wrecked and breathless. He tried to wiggle forward to escape the intense fullness, but the movement only caused Jungkook's length to slide a fraction of an inch deeper, hitting his sweet spot and making Jimin's knees tremble.
Jungkook let out a low, gravelly rumble deep in his chest. His grip around Jimin's waist tightened like a vice, ruthlessly pulling Jimin right back against his pelvis, bottoming out inside him.
"Don't move, baby," Jungkook rasped, his morning voice incredibly deep and rough against Jimin's ear. He nuzzled his face into Jimin's soft hair, his breath scorching hot. "You're keeping me so warm. Stay right there."
"Jungkook-ah, please," Jimin whined, tears of sheer overstimulation pricking his eyes. He could feel the wet, heavy warmth of last night's cum inside him, trapped completely by Jungkook’s heavy shaft. "You've been inside me the whole night... fucking hell."
Jungkook’s hips gave another lazy, torturously slow push forward, the thick head of his cock dragging against Jimin's sweet spot with agonizing precision.
Jimin whimpered, completely helpless against the sensation. Needing traction, he reached back and hooked his top arm over Jungkook's broad shoulder, his fingers digging softly into the thick muscles of the younger man's back.
The movement pulled Jimin's upper body back, arching his spine and completely baring his chest to Jungkook.
Jungkook let out a low, approving grunt, the sound warm and vibrating against Jimin's spine. He slid his free hand up from Jimin's waist, his large, calloused palm gently cupping the underside of Jimin's pec, his thumb rubbing over the hard, perky tip.
"Mhm..." Jimin cried out softly, his head falling back against Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook leaned over, his dark eyes incredibly soft but intense as he looked up at Jimin’s flushed face in the morning light. He opened his mouth and swiped his tongue flat across the hard bud before sucking it deeply into his mouth.
The twin sensations of Jungkook’s hot mouth pulling tightly on his nipple and his heavy, thick shaft grinding lazily inside him completely short-circuited Jimin’s brain. He let out a breathless, broken moan. Because Jungkook wasn’t rushing, Jimin felt everything—the friction, the heat, and the heavy pool of last night's cum shifting around the thick intrusion.
Jungkook was relentless with the slow pace, his lips warm as he bite and swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak. He paused for a moment, pressing his lips softly against the skin of Jimin's chest, murmuring against his heartbeat.
"You're so beautiful like this, hyung," Jungkook whispered, his voice a gravelly, affectionate rumble. "So perfect on our sheets, taking me so deep first thing in the morning. So soft and warm for me."
Jimin was a total, weeping mess within minutes. His praise kink was completely defenseless against how tenderly Jungkook was speaking to him while keeping him entirely stretched out. He was completely undone by the sheer overstimulation of the worship.
Jungkook’s hips gave another deep, agonizingly slow roll, bottoming out completely.
"Jungkook, it... it feels so good," Jimin sobbed into the quiet bedroom, his fingers tightening gently around Jungkook's shoulder. He didn't want Jungkook to speed up; the slow, heavy friction was driving him insane in the best way possible. "Don't stop. Just stay right there... keep moving just like that. Fuck, I love your cock."
Jungkook pulled off his nipple with a soft, wet sound, leaving the skin glistening. An utterly melted but satisfied smile touched his lips as he looked at Jimin's ruined face.
"I've got you," Jungkook murmured softly, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to Jimin's jawline.
Driven entirely out of his mind by the agonizingly perfect stretch inside him, Jimin let out a shaky breath and slipped his trembling hand down, his fingers wrapped around his own aching, fully slick-tipped cock.
Jungkook was quick to notice, his heavy lids tracking the exact moment Jimin’s small, blunt fingers clamped around his own wet skin. Jungkook held himself completely still for a fraction of a second, a sudden, violent jolt of heat slamming into his gut as he watched Jimin shamelessly start to stroke himself right in front of him.
"Fuck," Jungkook cursed under his breath, his voice dropping into a ragged, filthy whisper. A heavy vein throbbed against his temple. "Fuck, baby... you're so hot."
He kept his crushing grip on Jimin’s hip gentle but firm, maintaining that exact, agonizingly lazy rhythm. He drove in deep, rolled his hips, and withdrew just slowly enough to make Jimin whine, turning the quiet morning into a long, soft, and utterly intoxicating torment.
They stayed in that slow, melting rhythm for what felt like hours, the quiet bedroom filled only with the soft sounds of sheets rustling, Jimin’s breathless whimpers, and Jungkook’s quiet, adoring praise. When the release finally came, it was quiet and shattering—Jimin crying out softly into the pillow while Jungkook buried his face in the nape of Jimin's neck, holding him so tight it felt like they were a single person.
Eventually, the heavy morning haze began to lift, and the reality of their physical state caught up to them.
With a low, reluctant groan, Jungkook slowly pulled out. Jimin let out a high, involuntary whine at the sudden emptiness, he could feel himself twitching instantly. Without the heavy plug of Jungkook's cock, the trapped warmth of the last twelve hours finally escaped, leaking messily out onto the tangled white sheets.
"Ah... look at the mess," Jimin mumbled, his voice completely hoarse. He hid his flushed face in his hands, totally exhausted and thoroughly spent.
"My fault," Jungkook chuckled softly, his voice rich with satisfaction.
He didn't let Jimin fret over it for even a second. Jungkook slid his arms under Jimin’s knees and back, lifting him effortlessly off the ruined bed. Jimin immediately curled into his broad chest, his limbs completely loose and jelly-like, his head resting heavily against Jungkook's collarbone.
Instead of lowering him into the water right away, Jungkook stood Jimin up against the edge of the large porcelain bathtub. Jimin’s knees immediately buckled, but Jungkook caught him by the waist, anchoring him firmly.
"Don't sit yet, hyung. Let me get the worst of it out first," Jungkook whispered, his tone soft. "Otherwise the bath water is going to get messy."
Jimin let out a small, petulant whine, hiding his burning face in his forearm as he leaned heavily against the tiled wall. The vulnerability of it was agonizing.
Jungkook knelt behind him, one large, warm hand gripping Jimin’s hip to keep him steady while the other reached out. The contrast of Jungkook’s cool, wet fingers entering him after a night of relentless heat made Jimin catch his breath, his toes curling against the bathmat.
"Stay still, baby. Just a little bit," Jungkook coaxed, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against the tense muscle of Jimin's hip.
Slowly, deliberately, Jungkook used his fingers to gently hook and scoop the thick, milky excess of his own mess out of Jimin’s body. Every slick curl of his fingers inside him dragged a high, trembling breath out of Jimin’s mouth. It was intense and highly sensitive, the friction tingling against walls that had been thoroughly stretched and claimed hours prior. A heavy, wet dollop hit the porcelain of the tub with a quiet splash, rinsed away almost instantly by the running faucet.
"You're doing so good," Jungkook murmured, completely unfazed by his own mess, focused entirely on the meticulous care of cleaning Jimin out. He repeated the motion, reaching deeper to press against the sensitive walls, making sure he gets all his cum out.
Jimin whined, his fingers twitching against the tile. "Jungkook-ah... please, it feels weird..."
"Almost done, hyung. You were so tight, you held onto all of it for me," Jungkook praised softly, a trace of that smug, possessive boyfriend bleeding back into his voice as he finished the final sweep. He rinsed his hand thoroughly under the running water, then adjusted the temperature of the faucet until it was perfectly warm.
He settled Jimin into the tub gently, stepping in right behind him to sit down and pull Jimin back against his chest.
The warm water felt like heaven against Jimin's aching muscles. Jungkook took a washcloth, gently and meticulously cleaning away the dried sweat, the saliva, and the messy remnants of the night and morning from Jimin’s thighs and torso. His touch was incredibly tender, a complete contrast to the relentless brute from the couch hours prior. He kept pressing soft, quiet kisses to the top of Jimin's wet hair, humming a low melody under his breath.
"Better?" Jungkook murmured, his large hands massaging the tight muscles of Jimin's lower back beneath the water.
"Mmm. So good," Jimin sighed, completely limp against him. "You still owe me for ruining my legs, though."
"I'll pay it back in full," Jungkook promised, a soft laugh vibrating against Jimin's back.
Once they were clean and dried off, Jungkook vanished into their closet and came back with his favorite, most oversized black hoodie. He carefully pulled it over Jimin's head, the hem falling all the way down to Jimin's mid-thighs, the sleeves swallowing his small hands completely.
Jungkook carried him one last time, bypassing the messy bedroom and setting him down gently onto the freshly cleaned living room sofa, burying him under a pile of thick, plush blankets.
He definitely didn't have flashbacks from last night's hot, steamy sex. Nope.
"Stay here. Don't move a muscle," Jungkook ordered softly, kneeling down to press a warm kiss to Jimin’s forehead. "I'm making breakfast."
Jimin peeked out from the oversized collar of the hoodie, a deeply content, satisfied smile spreading across his face. As he curled deeper into the blankets, listening to the domestic sounds of the stove clicking on, a rush of pure affection hit his chest.
He looked down at his own thighs, visible beneath the hem of Jungkook’s hoodie. They were covered in faint, fading red fingerprints from where Jungkook had gripped him so fiercely against the wall last night, claiming every single inch of Jimin's skin.
Honestly? Jimin absolutely loved it.
He was never going to admit it out loud—because Jungkook’s ego was already big enough, but possessive, jealous Jungkook was Jimin’s absolute favorite version of the younger man. There was something intoxicating about the way Jungkook’s usual polite, respectful demeanor completely dissolved the second he thought someone else was looking too closely at what belonged to him.
The way Jungkook's eyes had gone dark and cold at the club, the heavy silence in the car on the way home, and the utterly relentless, bruising way he had taken Jimin on the sofa—it was the ultimate validation. For someone with a praise kink as severe as Jimin's, seeing Jungkook completely lose his mind with jealousy was the highest form of worship imaginable. It meant he was wanted.
It meant Jungkook was utterly consumed by him.
Jimin giggled softly to himself, a tiny, raspy sound that caught Jungkook’s attention.
Jungkook walked back into the living room, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. He had changed into a pair of loose sweatpants, his dark hair still damp from the shower, looking every bit the soft, doting boyfriend. But as he set the mugs down on the coffee table and climbed onto the sofa, his eyes immediately tracked the deep purple bite mark standing out boldly on Jimin’s collarbone.
A subtle, flash of satisfaction crossed Jungkook's face, his jaw tight for a fraction of a second before he softened, pulling Jimin into his lap, blankets and all.
"What are you smiling about, hyung?" Jungkook murmured, his large hand sliding under the hoodie to cup Jimin's bare hip, his thumb caressing the soft skin.
Jimin wrapped his swallowed-up sleeves around Jungkook’s neck, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to Jungkook's lips. "Nothing," Jimin hummed, his eyes crinkling into happy crescent moons. "Just thinking about how scary you were last night."
Jungkook’s grip on his hip tightened, a warm sensation blooming in his chest. "I wasn't scary. I was just reminding you."
"Mmhmm. Reminding me that you're a jealous big baby?" Jimin teased, deliberately poking a finger into Jungkook’s chest, leaning into the danger.
Jungkook caught his hand, trapping it against his chest, his dark eyes locking onto Jimin’s with a sudden, heavy intensity that made Jimin’s core twitch all over again. "Keep playing, Jimin-ah," Jungkook whispered, his voice dropping into that deep, sexy tone from the night before. "The bed might be ruined, but the floor is perfectly fine."
Jimin’s breath hitched, a shiver running straight down his spine. He buried his burning face into Jungkook’s neck, wrapping his arms tight around him, completely defeated and utterly thrilled. He had won the game, he got his favorite version of his man, and he was exactly where he belonged.