By: @justhere
Jimin was having the time of his life. Fanmeets were always somewhat entertaining, but were made infinitely more so when he got to witness his boyfriend being flustered and trying to hide a boner. It was an easy task given that his legs were hidden by a table, but Jimin was still enjoying himself with Jungkook's obvious discomfort. This is not to say that Jimin has any sadistic tendencies; his interest in Jungkook's pain begins and ends with this (excluding his amusement at the way Jungkook sulks whenever Taehyung beats his high scores).
That being said, he hoped these fans call Jungkook "oppa" more often. "I'm not your oppa," he'd said. Jimin knew that even after the subject had changed, Jungkook's mind was unable to move along with their conversation with the fans. He looked like his thoughts were elsewhere, and Jimin tried his hardest not to appear as pleased as he was by that fact (he didn't need fans to look into it or the members to learn their dirty secret). Still, he couldn't help but kick his boyfriend's foot under the table a couple times in a teasing way that let the younger know that Jimin was on to him.
However, Jimin knew the best part about this experience had yet to come.
"Oppa, it's too cold tonight, can I sleep with you?" Jimin asked in a sickeningly sweet voice when Teahyung was still out in the living room and he knew he could get away with teasing Jungkook privately like this.
"Jesus fucking Christ," groaned Jungkook, rolling over to face Jimin at the door to their room. His hair was a mess and eyes were swollen from having been in bed for nearly half an hour trying to sleep before Jimin had to come in and ruin those efforts.
Jimin giggled and took his response as an invitation to join him in the bed.
"You're insufferable," Jungkook grumbled sleepily, burying his nose in Jimin's silky hair and closing his eyes once again.
"What? What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, confused and a little surprised at the way Jimin pulled him away from the group rather abruptly. They were supposed to go on stage in a minute- what could Jimin possibly have to say right now that's so important?
"Nothing," Jimin insisted, but his mischievous smile said otherwise. He put his hands on Jungkook's waist and gave him a sweet eye smile. "Just wanted to tell you that I love you-"
Jungkook grinned shyly until Jimin finished that sentence.
"-oppa."
The younger's grin vanished in less than a second, horrified at the thought that his boyfriend was devious enough to make him horny right before a performance. Needless to say, he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of Jimin's ass and his mind on his own motions for the duration of their set.
"You're getting much more shameless with this... thing," Jungkook commented judgingly when Jimin had thrown himself across Jungkook's lap during a break from dance practice. Jimin had leaned in close to his ear to whisper how good his 'oppa' looked covered in sweat. After Jungkook's comment, Jimin simply grabbed one of his cheeks roughly and kissed the other side of his face loudly. He pulled away with a laugh, chancing a glance at the rest of the members scattered around the room.
"I'm serious. I'm gonna fucking get you for this," the younger growled, causing Jimin to just laugh louder while still holding Jungkook's cheek lovingly.
Jimin admitted to himself that perhaps it was a little cruel to pick up this new hobby in a time of intense promotions (read as: no time for 'personal activities'), but he was having too much fun to stop now. Besides, he rationalized, Jungkook doesn't actually look angry.
Jimin noticed Jungkook's continuously affronted reactions to fans referring to him as 'oppa,' and he would be lying if he said it got old even after 2 weeks. Instead, Jimin simply took to texting him when they weren't together to make sure that he was letting his influence infiltrate every aspect of his suffering boyfriend's life.
After a particularly steamy message sent while he knew Jungkook would be busy at the studio, Jimin started picturing all the things Jungkook might do to him when they finally found time... and the things he would do for Jungkook too. This had him biting his lip from where he sat across from Hoseok in the kitchen of their dorm. Thankfully, the older was too busy browsing Twitter while he ate lunch; Jimin had simply taken to poking the vegetables around his plate with a single chopstick while letting his mind completely wander for the past 5 minutes.
The buzzing of his phone distracted him before he let himself get hard at the kitchen table for anyone to see, and he smirked seeing his love's name on the screen.
Jungkook (13:24)
Two can play at that game, baby
Before he had too long to dread whatever Jungkook meant, an attached image came through. Jimin almost whimpered out loud when he clicked to enlarge it, already fearing the worst.
It opened up to a screenshot of purchase confirmation with an image of a beautiful sheer red lace bralette and panty set.
Jimin (13:25)
Fuck you.
Jimin lay in bed that night feeling restless while he waited for Jungkook to return to the dorm. He listened to Taehyung's steady breathing on the other side of the room while he stared at Jungkook's empty bed longingly. He knew they wouldn't be able to be intimate tonight with their roommate sleeping, but he was frustrated and he just wanted to cuddle (or punch him in the face- either would do right about now).
Even with the frustration he was feeling at the moment, he didn't feel bad for the way that he had been brutally teasing his younger boyfriend. If anything, Jungkook's obvious challenge made him want to push harder (and he's sure Jungkook expected that since he knew well the intensity of their matching competitive streaks).
Jimin pulled his phone out from underneath his pillow and turned the brightness down all the way. With a pout, he opened up his chat with Jungkook and caught sight of the photo from earlier again. He sighed softly, swiping his thumb over the screen gently before he shot a quick text over to the younger inquiring about his whereabouts.
After three minutes without a response, Jimin slid his phone back under the pillow dejectedly. Two minutes after that, he heard the front door open and close. Jimin's expression automatically relaxed a bit, and he scooted over in his bed in preparation for the younger to join him. He waited patiently while he heard Jungkook slide his shoes off, take a quick shower, and grab a glass of water before he made his way to their bedroom. Jimin lifted his head when he heard the door creak open slowly and light filtered into the dark room.
Jungkook smiled softly. "Did you wait up?" he whispered while he slid his feet across the floor to reach Jimin's twin-sized bed. He leaned over the empty space to leave a quick kiss on top of Jimin's head before slipping under the covers himself.
"Yeah," Jimin sighed back, satisfied that his space heater was finally here.
Jungkook took just a moment to get comfortable with Jimin pressed to his side before he chuckled quietly. "Did you like my surprise?"
Jimin hummed in contentment at the feeling of the rumble of Jungkook's chest below his fingers. "I did," he replied, and took pleasure in the fact that Jungkook couldn't see his smirk in the dark. "I'm still your hyung, though. Don't you forget that."
"Oh?" Jungkook gently tilted the older's chin up with his big hand and captured his lips in a deep kiss. Jimin's smile immediately melted as a new kind of pleasure overtook his senses. He pulled back briefly with a wet noise and took a deep breath to calm himself. Jungkook only gave him a moment before leaning in close again to continue what he started. Jimin's hand moved from Jungkook's broad chest down to his well-toned stomach, fingers digging lightly into the muscle there. He might have accidentally let a small moan slip, realizing just then how much his teasing efforts of the past two weeks had affected himself.
"I do not consent to what is happening right now."
Both boys jerked apart in surprise at hearing the deep, gruff voice of their roommate who they had assumed was asleep by now.
"Sorry," Jungkook and Jimin whispered simultaneously (Jungkook feeling much less sorry than the older).
Taehyung only grunted before turning around on his other side and pulling his blanket up over his head.
Jimin got the fateful text while he was practicing with Hoseok a little over a week later. He hadn't checked his messages until they were finished, something for which he was very grateful at this moment.
Jungkook had sent a selfie holding a cardboard shipping box, and Jimin's breath hitched. He hadn't noticed Hoseok was speaking to him until he felt breath on his neck and a loud "what's that?" being spoken into his ear.
In a moment of panic, he realized that Hoseok had seen the photo on his phone. "Nothing!" he insisted. "It's BigBang merch- I mean, a dildo- wait what the fuck no, it's- it's... new curtains..." he stammered, throwing his phone into his bag hastily. He and the older had matching expressions of shock on their faces--Hoseok's at Jimin's oddly panicked reaction to a simple question, and Jimin's at how ashamed he was of his inability to be subtle.
Hoseok seemed to recover quicker, face relaxing into a knowing smirk. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go get dinner, but I'm starting to think I should just ask everyone else to go out with me instead so you can just... go home..." he trailed off enticingly.
Jimin's eyes widened even more (if that was possible). "I will do anything for you," he practically begged, willing to trade his soul for some alone time with Jungkook at the dorm right now. Wordlessly, he scrambled over to his bag, pulling out his credit card and handing it over to the older.
Hoseok looked pleasantly surprised at the turn of events, grabbing the offered card with a (faux) angelic smile and a (fake) "thanks, Jiminnie!" He laughed obnoxiously before continuing. "Give me 10 minutes and the dorm's yours until Jin-hyung's had his fill of dinner."
10 minutes later, just as planned, Jimin opened the front door of their dorm to see Jungkook sulking in front of the fridge.
The younger perked up at the sound of the door, and grinned widely at Jimin's appearance. "You're here! Everyone went out without me, and I thought you went out with them..."
Jimin grinned at the dejected look on his boyfriend's face, but he would much rather see another expression at the moment.
"They won't be back for a while," Jimin trailed off, sliding his shoes off while Jungkook let the refrigerator door fall closed slowly as he understood the situation a little better.
"Oh?" he asked suggestively. "What did you do?"
"Do you really want to know that right now? Because I could think of a lot better ways to be spending our time right now, oppa," Jimin chided good-naturedly while he sauntered towards Jungkook.
The younger man recovered from his quickly changing emotions in an instant seeing the way Jimin's hips swayed from side to side ever so slightly. "God damn it, you ruined that word for me. I hope you know that." He had meant to sound annoyed, but the way his hands slid around Jimin's hips and his eyes glued themselves to the older's body must have reflected in his voice as well. Jimin only smiled in response, and it didn't look the least bit guilty.
"Let's... um..." Jungkook stuttered, trying to find the power to draw away from Jimin's attractive aura to go get their package, but he found it hard to do so with the look the shorter was giving him. "We should..." he continued breathlessly, "get the..."
Jimin's smile widened, and he nodded, stepping away to snap Jungkook out of his trance. The younger immediately turned and headed towards their bedroom with a skip in his step. Jimin followed behind, his shoulders shaking in laughter. Jungkook still managed to make him feel attractive, even immediately after several hours' worth of dance practice.
Jimin rested against the door frame leading into the room and watched the younger retrieve the box from underneath his bed. He moved futher into the room and took it from the taller man's hands, giving him a sexy look at the same time. "I'm going to take a quick shower, okay? Why don't you get comfortable," he suggested.
Jungkook nodded and Jimin made sure he watched him walk away, box in hand.
Once the older was out of the room, Jungkook released a breath. He knew that he'd been worked up but he didn't realize just how much he needed this release until the opportunity was presented to him, and now he felt like his fingers wouldn't stop twitching until they were touching Jimin's flushed, sweaty skin. Under any other circumstances, he would have hated anyone seeing him this desperate, but he didn't feel any need to hide himself around Jimin.
He was certain that Jimin got off on feeling like Jungkook was powerless to his looks and charm, and if all it took to build Jimin's confidence to the point that he'd be comfortable putting on lingerie for him was to act like himself without inhibitions, that sounded like a win-win situation if he's ever heard of one.
Surprisingly, he didn't even have to touch himself once while Jimin was in the shower to keep himself hard and ready- his deprived mind was doing a good enough job of doing just that. All Jungkook had to do was move the lube onto the bed and undress himself. If he thought it was torture lounging against the soft pillows and listening to the shower run, it was ten times worse once the shower turned off and Jungkook knew that Jimin was dressing himself on the other side of the door. His thoughts were running wild; he knew Jimin would look good in anything, but he felt like he couldn't rest until he saw his boyfriend in this particular set. He'd chosen it specifically to compliment his smaller frame and the almost feminine curve of his hips and waist. Also, he had always wanted to know what red lace would look like against Jimin's slightly paler complexion.
His breath caught in his throat when he heard the bathroom door open, and kept that breath held as he heard Jimin padding down the hallway. He appeared back in the doorway in moments, clad in a short bathrobe.
"Hey," he choked out, trailing his eyes up the shorter man's body slowly, starting at his small feet. He took note of his shaved, muscular calves up to where the robe stopped at his knees, and then to the fabric accentuating the width of his hips in relation to the cinched waist. Jimin made sure to hold the v-neck of the robe together just enough that there was no trace of the red bralette underneath it. Jungkook swallowed hard as his eyes moved up Jimin's neck to the sultry expression in his eyes, and those full, pouty lips. The older had towel-dried his hair to the point that it was given some volume but still dripped cool water onto his face. Jungkook found his eyes following one droplet down the edge of his cheek to his soft jawline.
Jimin smiled a bit, tilting his head to the side attractively. "Hey," he replied, making his way towards the bed slowly. "Did you miss me oppa?" he asked, eyes only flicking to his hard cock for a split second.
Jungkook could only nod. He cleared his throat and sat up a bit more on the bed as Jimin got closer. His hands reached out as soon as they could, and Jimin didn't stop him from holding onto his hips loosely, fingers kneading into the soft material of his bathrobe.
"Have fun in the shower?" Jungkook asked once he found his voice again. He licked his lips at the knowing look Jimin gave him at that question.
"You know I did," replied Jimin, untying his robe at a glacial pace that frustrated the hell out of Jungkook. His eyes were locked on Jimin's short fingers fiddling with the fabric, noticing for the first time the slightest bulge beneath it.
Jungkook moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off of it on either side of Jimin's legs. "Can I?" he asked in a whisper, placing his hands over Jimin's.
"Help yourself. I'm all yours, oppa."
Jungkook quickly untied the knot, letting the soft robe fall open on its own. He noticed first way the bulge of Jimin's cock pulled the waistband of the panties down just a bit in the front to make up for the coverage. The fabric was just transparent enough for the younger to differentiate the flushed head from the rest of his pulsing cock.
Jungkook took his time soaking in the image before tilting his head up to Jimin's abdomen at eye-level; soft skin was stretched over lean muscle in a way that made Jungkook's mouth water. When he felt he might be ready, he let his eyes trail up a bit further to the identical red lace adorning the man's chest. He saw the way his dark, hard nipples showed through the empty cups of the bralette and felt his breath leave him all at once- not for the first time that evening.
Sometime during Jungkook's observation, Jimin's hands hand made their way to cup the back of Jungkook's neck, one petting his hair softly and tugging it at the back. This prompted the younger to turn his head up further to meet Jimin's wanting gaze. Jungkook's hands had been frozen in the air from where they had once been holding the white robe, and he took that moment to slide his hands up Jimin's sides to slide the clothing off his shoulders.
Jimin complied easily, lowering his arms to let the fabric fall right off and onto the floor behind him. Jungkook's hands took advantage of their position wrapped around the older's ribcage and pulled him so close that Jimin nearly lost his balance, giggling at Jungkook's eagerness.
He didn't let that affect his initial intentions, latching his mouth to Jimin's skin just underneath the lace band at the bottom of the bralette. He nipped softly before sucking the flesh further into his mouth. He felt Jimin's breath hitch with the way his torso jumped beneath his lips, and then heard the shaky exhale loud and clear in his ringing ears.
"Fuck," Jungkook whispered, pulling away enough to view his handiwork.
"Does it look okay?" Jimin asked in a tone that expressed his awareness at the way Jungkook felt about this whole situation.
"Of course, baby. So pretty," Jungkook appeased him. "You're beautiful. I can never get enough of seeing you like this."
Jimin blushed, making Jungkook smile at the out-of-character reaction. "Oppa, I was hoping I could ride you tonight. You always treat me so well and I want to return the favor. I want you to relax and feel good too."
Jungkook wanted to protest that bringing Jimin pleasure was something he genuinely did enjoy, but he knew now wasn't the time for that kind of assurance. Jimin knew the way his mind worked, and if he insisted that this is something Jungkook would enjoy, he didn't doubt what was in store for him. "You can do anything you like, sweetheart. Do you want me to prepare you, or would you like to put on a show for oppa?"
Jimin averted his gaze with a shy smile. "I would love to, but I already..." he trailed off, eyes flicking back towards the bathroom. Jungkook hummed in understanding. The older pushed lightly on Jungkook's shoulders. "Lay down," he whispered.
Jungkook re-situated himself on the bed and watched as Jimin crawled up and straddled his hips. He couldn't keep his hands from finding his hips again,
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