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Jimin didn't bulge when Jungkook walked in their shared room or when he kicked off his shoes making one of them hit the wardrobe or when he threw his backpack on his bed.

"Are you dead?" Jungkook asked at the lack of response.

"I wish." Jimin's answer was muffled by the pillow but still understandable.

Jungkook laughed and took off his shirt next, not even bothered by Jimin's presence in the room. They had been friends for so long it didn't matter  anymore.

"I just want this semester to end." Jimin whined and hugged his pillow closer.       

"Do you need anything?" He asked as he stretched and Jimin finally opened his eyes.

"Some cuddles?" Jungkook snorted at the way Jimin tried to sound cute.

"I don't cuddle, hyung." Jimin groaned and closed his eyes again. He heard Jungkook shuffle around before the bed tipped beside him. "I can blow you, though."

Jimin's eyes shot open so fast he saw stars. The way Jungkook was staring at him was indecipherable but it still sent a shiver down his spine.

"Don't you have stuff to do?" He squinted suspicious and the younger leaned in closer, one hand tracing the patch of skin that had been exposed when Jimin's shirt rose up.

"Yeah... Do you want to be one of them?" Jungkook stared right into Jimin's eyes as he asked it and the older couldn't help but laugh.

"Smooth." He shivered when Jungkook's fingers moved further up inside his shirt.

"I am." Jungkook scratched lightly at the soft skin of Jimin's back and smiled when his hyung sucked in a breath. "Offer is still standing... Don't pretend you don't want it."

"Kookie..." Jimin sighed and pulled away, sitting up and leaning against the wall as far from the younger as he could.

"Jiminie..." Jungkook said and Jimin didn't think his name could sound so seductive. 

There was a moment when they just sat there looking at each other. Jungkook moved first, inching closer until he was right in front of Jimin; and he didn't miss the way the older licked his lips when he noticed his bare chest and abdomen.

"My eyes are up here." Jungkook muttered with a smirk. "If you don't want me, at least act like it."

"You're my best friend." Jimin said as he tried to clear his mind of the thoughts swimming around. 

"And you're mine." Jungkook leaned in and Jimin thought he would pass out at how close they were now. He brushed his lips against Jimin's neck as he went up to whisper in his ear. "I'm just helping you out."

"We shouldn't..." Jimin's answer was weak and he rested his hands on the other boy's waist.

"You've been so stressed, hyung." Jungkook bit Jimin's earlobe and the older let out a whimper. "I'll take care of you, you know..." He moved to start planting wet kisses down Jimin's neck and he could tell whatever resolve his hyung had was about to break. "I'll fuck you so good you'll forget all your problems."

"Shit." Jimin moaned when Jungkook bit him and let his head fall back against the wall to give him better access.

"Is that a yes?" Jungkook pulled away to look him in the eyes.

"Yes." It was the last thing Jimin breathed out before pulling the younger in for a kiss.

It was hot and desperate and in a moment Jimin's shirt was flying across the room and he was being pushed down on the bed, Jungkook hovering above him as he settled between his legs. They kissed again as Jungkook unbuttoned Jimin's pants and started pulling it off, breaking away to completely get rid of the piece of clothing before letting his lips wander down his hyung's chest and stomach, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises behind.

Jimin's mind was spinning with the way Jungkook's mouth felt on his body and he was getting unbelievably hard unbelievably fast. Though Jimin would never admit it, he had thought about Jungkook like that, kissing and marking him, making a mess out of him with his touch; to have it come true now was almost overwhelming.

"You seem pretty desperate..." Jungkook teased when Jimin whined and pulled at his hair to go lower. "How long has it been, hyung?" He was staring straight at Jimin's eyes from between his legs and the older hated the way there was a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Shut up, Jungkook." Jimin rolled his eyes but didn't protest when the younger came up to kiss him again.

"That long, huh?" He muttered against Jimin's mouth.

"You know there are better ways for you to use that pretty mouth of yours." Jimin shot back and Jungkook merely smirked before moving again to mouth at his still clothed erection, shutting whatever complain he had.

Jungkook switched his position again so that he was now palming Jimin's dick while his lips worked on his thighs. It had been a thing the younger had been wanting to do for the longest time, touch him like that and mark down his skin as the muscles Jimin built over years of dancing twitched in response. 

"Are you going to keep teasing me like that?" Jimin breathed out.

Jungkook stopped and stared at his hyung for a moment, taking in the fact that he already looked wrecked and they weren't even naked yet. He smirked then and sat up to pull what was left of Jimin's clothing off, leaning down to bite his prominent hip bone before sucking lightly at the head of his dick and earning a hiss from the other boy. He continued with the teasing for a while more, doing not much more than licking at his length until Jimin started whining and gripping at his hair tighter than he had before. Jungkook kept his eyes on his hyung as he took him in his mouth completely, relaxing his throat and working his tongue around him. It was quite the sight, the way Jimin moaned with his lips parted and let his head fall back on the pillow completely immersed in the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

Jimin was a lot more vocal than Jungkook thought he would be. His already high-pitched voice was even louder as he drowned in the sensation of Jungkook's mouth around him, trying not to move his hips too much so the younger wouldn't choke. 

"Fuck, Kook..." A gasp cut his sentence in the middle, followed by a shudder. "That feels so good."

Jungkook hummed and the sound vibrated through Jimin's skin making yet another moan escape his lips. The younger increased his pace then, causing Jimin to spill out a string of curses as his fingers made a mess of Jungkook's dark locks.

"Shit, hold on." Jimin gasped and got up on elbow. "Stop, I'm gonna come."

Jungkook pulled away and licked his lips, breathing hard as he met Jimin's eyes. "That's the point, hyung."

"Yeah, but..." Jimin bit his bottom lip and Jungkook sat up frowning. "Didn't you say you were going to fuck me?"

"I did." He was smiling now, confusion and worry gone as his mouth turned into a mischievous grin before he kissed Jimin again, the older now using his hands to undress Jungkook so that they were both with no clothes left.

"Bottom drawer." Jimin said when Jungkook shot him a questioning look and the younger breathed out a laugh.


"Oh, shut up."

Jungkook was still smiling as he spread Jimin's legs and poured some lube on his fingers to warm it up. He placed a pillow under his hyung's waist with his free hand and started the process of prepping him.

He was surprisingly gentle and Jimin couldn't help but watch him as he did it: the way his brow furrowed in concentration or how he drew invisible soothing patterns on Jimin's thigh as he stretched him up. The uncomfortable part didn't last long and soon Jimin was gasping as Jungkook moved three fingers inside of him, pleasure already starting to build up.

"I'm ready, Jungkookie. Come on." Jimin whined and something the younger saw in his face must have convinced him because he pulled his fingers out and rolled on a condom. 

Jungkook settled in between his legs and shot his hyung one more look before he pushed his dick in and they both moaned at the feeling.

"Shit, Jimin." Jungkook groaned against the soft skin of Jimin's neck and then leaned in to kiss him hard as he moved his hips, their sounds lost in each other's mouths.

"Stop, stop." Jimin suddenly pushed Jungkook by the shoulders and the other boy did as he was asked.

"You okay?" They were both breathing hard already and Jungkook was itching to move but he couldn't until he was sure his hyung was fine.

"I want you to fuck me from behind." Jimin blurted out and Jungkook's breath hitched.

"Okay." That was his only answer and he pulled out, waiting for Jimin to position himself however he wanted and trying to put his thoughts together.

Jimin moaned at the better angle when Jungkook pushed in for the second time and grabbed onto the pillow under him. He moved his hips back to meet his thrusts and heard the other boy groan above him.

"Faster." Jimin said after a moment because he could feel Jungkook holding himself back. "Fuck, Jungkook, you won't break me!" He added when his request went ignored and after a second of hesitation he felt the younger starting to comply.

Jimin shifted in place again and rested his head on the mattress, holding onto whatever he could as he felt Jungkook slipping in and out of him.

"Jungkook..." He whined. "Harder." Jimin moaned when a particularly sharp thrust met his prostate. "Is that all- shit, all you can do?" He provoked even though his brain was already starting to go hazy.

Still, he got what he wanted. Jungkook started snapping his hips forward so fast the bed was rocking and hitting the wall and he was starting to find it hard to keep his own moans in.

"Shit, Jungkookie, just like that." Jimin mumbled but it was barely understandable.

Jungkook continued to pound into him, pace so merciless it had Jimin sobbing against his pillow. He was gripping the older's hips so tight he was most likely going to leave his handprints behind, not that either of them cared. 

Jimin had long given up on trying to think coherently, the way in which Jungkook was fucking him having sent his brain into short circuit, and was now a blabbering mess, barely managing to get out curses and the younger's name in an intelligible way. 

"You look so pretty from up here, hyung." Jungkook said, voice shaky but still clear unlike Jimin's. "Look how well you're taking my cock, fuck-" He groaned and grabbed Jimin's arms to pull him flush against his body, not once stopping his hips.

The new position made Jimin's eyes roll back with pleasure and he had to support himself on the wall behind the bed before he collapsed against it. Jungkook bit hard into his shoulder and the older cried out, trying to muffle his sounds in the crook of his elbow but giving up when he felt a tug at his hair.

"Let them hear you." Jungkook all but growled in his ear. "Let them know how much you love being fucked like this." He punctuated his words with sharp thrusts and Jimin was having a hard time focusing on what he was saying.

He moaned Jungkook's name loud enough to be heard by all their neighbors with the way the walls were thin and the younger groaned at that, hips stuttering for a moment before picking up the pace even more.

"You like me being rough, huh?" Jimin could tell, somewhere in the mess that was his mind right now, that Jungkook was just as close as he was. His voice was strained and his hips were losing rhythm every now and then, it wouldn't take long before they both reached their orgasms.

"Holy shit." Jimin moaned, trembling from head to toe and completely overwhelmed by pleasure. "Fuck, I love it." He sobbed and closed his eyes when one of Jungkook's hands left his hip to start stroking him.

"You're gonna come, hyung?" Jungkook whispered it in Jimin's ear and the older reached back to tangle a hand in his hair once more. 

"Jungkookie, I can't..." He trailed off but Jungkook knew what he meant.

"I got you." He wrapped an arm around the older boy to hold him in place since his knees seemed to be so close to giving out, still using his other hand to stroke him. 

A few more thrusts and Jimin was coming all over his sheets, body tensing up and Jungkook's name escaping his lips like a prayer as the other boy's own orgasm hit him like a train, and he had to use all that was left of his strenght to hold them up as they came out of their high. 

Jungkook pulled them down to lie on the bed as soon as he regained some control, though his arms and legs were still shaking, being careful to stay away as much as possible from the mess Jimin made. 

"Are you dead?" He asked the same thing he did an hour ago after Jimin didn't open his eyes for a while and the older laughed.

"If I am then this is definitely heaven." Jimin took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling, chest heaving and sweat making his skin glow.

"I take it you liked it then..." Jungkook smirked when Jimin side-eyed him.

"Understatement." Was everything he said and then he was frowning as the younger hovered above him.

"Was I too rough?" Jungkook asked as he traced the bruises on his hyung's thighs and hips and Jimin felt his chest tighten at the evident worry in his voice.

"No, Kook. It's fine." Jimin watched as his best friend nodded and then averted his gaze, only to groan when he noticed his dirty sheets. "I'm gonna have to wash those now."

"Oh yeah, you made a huge mess there, hyung." Jungkook teased.

"And whose fault is that?" They exchanged smiles and Jimin felt at ease that things still felt normal between them even though they had crossed a lot of lines with their previous activities.

"Not mine." Jungkook said and got up, picking up his clothes and heading for the bathroom.

"Yeah, it is. I'm sleeping with you tonight since I'll have nothing to warm myself with." Jimin sat on his bed just in time to see Jungkook turn around to stare at him and laughed out loud at the look on his face.

"Fine." He agreed. "But I don't cuddle." Jungkook warned.

"Sure thing, Jungkookie." Jimin said to the closed bathroom door and let his body fall back on the bed again.

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When Jungkook woke up Jimin had an arm and a leg wrapped around him, head on his chest and hand clutching his shirt. It was adorable, not that he would ever let his hyung catch him thinking that, and he soon found himself watching the older sleep.

His thoughts went to the previous night. It wasn't something he had ever pictured happening, though he had definitely imagined during his longer showers. Jungkook wouldn't admit it to Jimin but his intentions went far beyond just wanting to help him unwind.

"And you say you don't cuddle." Jimin mumbled from where he was lying and Jungkook stilled. Somewhere in the middle of his thoughts he had started softly carding his fingers through the older's hair and ended up getting caught.

"I don't." Jungkook went back to moving his hand and Jimin sighed contentedly. "But you do."

"Well then, since you're so keen on doing what I want, you could stay in bed with me a little longer."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and looked at the clock on the nightstand. "It's almost eleven, hyung."

"Wait, eleven?" Jimin suddenly sat up and Jungkook frowned. "Shit, I wasn't supposed to sleep this long."

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked as he watched Jimin run to his closet and hurriedly pick some clothes.

"I asked Taemin-hyung for help with my project and he said he'd buy me lunch today and then we could practice." Jimin answered quickly before gathering his things. "Now I'm late."

Jungkook glared at the closed door. He knew Taemin, a lot of people around campus did, and he had been watching him get closer and closer with Jimin until they couldn’t hang out without him around or he was ditched by his own best friend because Taemin’s schedule was so hectic.

He wasn’t jealous. Jungkook might be wanting to kill someone right now for taking Jimin away from him when they could have stayed together all day, but he wasn’t jealous. Not even one bit.

And he wasn’t possessive, either, but he hoped Jimin wore clothes short enough that Taemin could take one good look at the bruises from last night and know Jimin was his.

Except, well… He wasn’t. Jungkook clenched his jaw as he forced himself to accept that what happened was a one-time thing and that Jimin was on his way to forget all about it with another guy.

He scoffed and sat up, choosing to check the notifications on his phone instead of getting angry over something he couldn’t control – as if he could change the fact that he was still fuming even though he was trying not to think about it.

“I should be back at night…” Jimin said when he came out of the bathroom and Jungkook only hummed in acknowledgement. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook didn’t take his eyes from his phone.

“You’re not upset I’m going out with Taemin-hyung, are you?” Jimin squinted and Jungkook looked up only to shoot him a look that he hoped convinced him that he thought that question was absurd. “Okay. Sorry I asked.”

“Have fun.” Jungkook muttered before the door closed.

It went like this for a few days, with Jimin spending most of his time away from their shared room, either for class or practicing for his new project – which usually meant Taemin was there too.

Jungkook was getting fed up. Even though he had other close friends with whom he spent time with, it was infuriating to him that Jimin wouldn’t save him a spot on his schedule. He tried not to think too much about the reason behind all this anger but he still caught himself thinking about his hyung’s smile, his lips and the way he had moaned his name nights ago.

It was only time before things exploded.

“Who are you?” Jungkook said one day when he came home and Jimin was lying on his bed.

The older frowned. “What?”

“Oh, sorry. I haven’t seen you in so long I almost forgot what you looked like.” Jungkook threw his backpack on Jimin’s legs and rolled his shoulders.

“Ow, watch out!” Jimin complained and pulled his feet from under the bag.

“You’re the one lying in my bed, hyung.” Jungkook rubbed his temples and sighed; he wasn’t in the mood to deal with Jimin being a baby. “Your bed is literally right here, why don’t you use it?”

“Yours smells like you and I’ve been missing you lately.” Jimin pouted.

Jungkook scoffed. “Of course, you’re barely here these days.” He grabbed his backpack and threw is somewhere in the corner. “Are you getting up or am I sleeping in your bed tonight?”

“Why are you so angry?” Jimin sat up and stared at his dongsaeng.

“I’m not.” Jungkook said as he plugged his phone in to charge.

Jimin was on his feet in a second and Jungkook soon felt his hand resting lightly on his bicep. He exhaled the air he didn’t even notice himself holding and mentally cursed himself for being so transparent.

“You forget I know you like the back of my hand, Jungkookie…” The older traced a pattern up his arm until he reached his shoulder and used it to turn Jungkook around so they were face to face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, hyung.” But Jungkook knew he was failing miserably at delivering that message with the way his eyes were glued to Jimin’s lips and his breath hitched as he took a step closer.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much.” Jimin whispered and his fingers were now dancing over Jungkook’s collarbones, his touch just strong enough to leave sparks of electricity behind.

“Sure.” Jungkook answered and shrugged as he tried to hide what he was feeling even though his hands unconsciously made their way to the older’s waist. “We’re not glued together, you know.”

Jimin giggled and the sound was music to the younger’s ears. “Let me make it up to you. What do you want?”

“Some space would be nice.” Jungkook fought to keep his façade up.

“Your mouth says that but your hands are telling a different story.” Jimin leaned in even closer to whisper in his ear, the light pressure on his waist increasing almost imperceptibly. “Want me to suck your cock?” Jungkook’s breath hitched and Jimin smiled. “Or… I could dance for you.”

“Why are you doing this?” He pulled away to look into Jimin’s eyes.

“Because I don’t want you to be upset.” The older pouted before letting his lips curl into a smile again. “And I know how much you enjoyed our time together the other night.”

“Yeah, I was the only one.” Jimin giggled and kissed him softly before pushing him down on the bed.

“Sit down, Jungkookie.” He said and turned to grab his phone so he could choose a song. “Let’s have some fun tonight.

Jimin took his sweet time scrolling through his playlist, enough to make sure Jungkook would be impatient by the time the first notes started filling their shared room. It was a slow song, perfect to match Jimin’s fluid movements and the tension was building so fast they both could almost taste it.

Jungkook had watched Jimin dance before and he always wondered how so much talent fit into such a small body, but it had never been like this. He could feel his breathing getting heavier as Jimin rolled his hips and toyed with the end of his shirt, lips parted and eyes boring into his as if he could read his soul.

“Take that off.” Jungkook all but commanded and Jimin smiled as he pushed his hair back before pulling the shirt over his head to reveal silky skin that still showed the faint marks he had left there a week ago.

Jungkook swallowed and put his hands on the bed so he could lean back and watch more comfortably. Jimin undid the buttons on his jeans, closed his eyes as he ran a hand down his chest and abdomen, and moved his body to the beat.

“Should I take these off, too?” He asked in an innocent tone motioning to his pants.

“Come here, I want to touch you.” Jungkook breathed out and Jimin casually made his way to him, music still playing and body still moving according to it.

Jimin stopped just before he could reach the bed and started dancing again, the view from where Jungkook was seated making his jeans tighter by the second. He couldn’t stop staring – not that Jimin would want him to – and his heart was racing so fast he was sure he would have a heart attack if he didn’t feel that warm body close to his as fast as possible.

“Fuck, just stop with the teasing already.”

“I’m not teasing, Jungkookie.” He smiled. “I’m just dancing.”

Jungkook reached out and roughly pulled Jimin onto his lap, the older laughing lightly as he landed and placing his hands on Jungkook’s shoulder for balance.

“No touching.” Jimin warned with a sly smile and moved his hips against the ones under him.

“When did you become a stripper?” Jungkook asked with an eyebrow raised.

“When did you fall in love with me?” Jimin counter-attacked and Jungkook clenched his jaw, action that made the older chuckle in his ear. “I’m just playing, Kookie-yah.”

“Well, stop it.” He grabbed Jimin’s wrists and pinned them to his side making him bite his lip at the force used.

“Only when you admit you’re jealous.” Jimin whispered, slightly out of breath and feeling warmth spread over his chest.

“So what if I am?” Jungkook challenged and held both his hyung’s wrists in one hand so he could run a hand through his hair.

“Why would you be?” Jimin asked, a teasing grin on his lips. “We live together, you know I’d come back…”

“Because you’re mine.” Jungkook nearly growled and pushed Jimin down on the bed in an attempt to wipe that stupid smile off his face.

“But I’m not.” Jimin reached out to run his thumb over the younger’s bottom lip, eyes filled with lust and something else, something softer. “You can mark me all you want… In the end this is still just another fuck.” He paused and searched the other boy’s face. “Isn’t it?”

Jimin didn’t protest when Jungkook kissed him instead of answering. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer anyway so he let himself be pulled into the force of nature that was Jeon Jungkook.

He learned early on their friendship that everything the younger did was intense, and his kisses weren’t any different. His lips were demanding and Jimin almost felt relieved that he was tasting them again, the feeling addictive and lingering when Jungkook moved to pull his shirt off.

Jimin’s pants were next and Jungkook didn’t waste any time before grinding onto him, the friction making them gasp even with all the layers still in between them. Jimin was having none of it.

“Off.” He panted and pulled at Jungkook’s jeans. “Get them off.”

The younger did as he was asked and moved just enough to get the piece of clothing out of the way before settling back down in the middle of Jimin’s legs, holding onto his waist as he rolled his hips steadily against his.

“Ah, shit.” Jimin whispered and closed his eyes. “This feels so good.” He put both hands on Jungkook’s ass to try bringing him even closer.

“Look at how wrecked you are.” Jungkook let go of his hyung’s waist to hold him by the chin and stare into his eyes. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Jimin whined and pulled him for another kiss, a more desperate one, and Jungkook was just about to reach into his underwear when his phone started ringing.

“Don’t answer it.” Jungkook said in between kisses and left even less space between them so that Jimin couldn’t reach the nightstand.

“Could be important.” Jimin panted and Jungkook sat up to grab the still ringing phone, scoffing when he saw the caller ID.

“Oh, what a surprise.” He said as he handed the phone over and Jimin almost smiled when Taemin’s contact lit up the screen, but held it back when Jungkook’s face went darker. “Go on.”

“Hello?” Jimin said carefully as he watched Jungkook get up and rummage through his drawer before taking out the lube and a condom. “I’m great, hyung, how are you?”

Jungkook put aside the items he collected and leaned down to bite Jimin’s collarbone, disappointed that he didn’t get an audible response from him. Still, he kept going, leaving wet kisses down his hyung’s chest and stomach until he reached his hipbones.

“Sorry, what?” Jimin said and Jungkook breathed out a quiet laugh as he pulled his boxers off him. “Right, um…” He trailed off as Jungkook opened the bottle of lube, realization suddenly dawning on him. “Yeah, I… I think so.” He seemed to remember the conversation he was supposed to be having.

The smirk on Jungkook’s face when he spread Jimin’s legs was truly a sight to be seen. The older sucked in a breath when he pushed a finger in and soon after covered his mouth with his hand to try keeping his sounds in.

“Nothing, I just…” Jimin bit his lip when the burn gave way to the early stages of pleasure. “I almost dropped something.” He breathed into the phone. “Yeah, hyung, it was… it was fun that day.”

Jungkook smiled as he added a second finger and Jimin’s voice cracked in the middle of his answer. He watched with intent eyes every single movement the older made, how he was struggling to keep his breathing under control and his voice steady.

“We should, um…” Jungkook chose that moment to start moving his fingers even faster and Jimin couldn’t help the whine that left his mouth. “We should try that, yeah.” He continued as if nothing happened but his knuckles were white from gripping the sheets so hard.

As a third finger was added, Jimin’s body arched from the bed and he nearly dropped his phone. Jungkook’s smile brightened even more and he started placing light kisses on the older’s thigh as he fingered him.

“Next week, ah…” Jimin outright moaned when Jungkook hit his prostate and the younger laughed, all too pleased with himself. “I’m sure, hyung, yeah, I’m…” He bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood but at least he succeeded on not making any more sounds. “I’m moving some stuff around.” Jimin hoped Taemin attributed his lack of breath to that excuse, too.

Hang up, Jungkook mouthed at him and Jimin was glad to comply.

“Can I call you later?” Jimin said a lot more comfortably since he didn’t have three fingers moving inside of him anymore. “I just really need to finish this.” Jungkook huffed as he rolled on the condom and slicked himself up and Jimin hit him on the ribs with his knee. “Thank you, hyung. Bye!” He threw the phone somewhere to his right, not even caring when he heard it falling to the ground.

“That was a total fail, I hope you know that.” Jungkook said before he captured Jimin’s lips with his own.

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin breathed out, his words having no strength whatsoever.

“Hmm, but I already prepped you.” The younger pretended to think for a moment as he positioned himself. “Next time.”

He didn’t give Jimin any warnings before pushing in and the drawn-out moan he got in response was probably the dirtiest sound he had ever heard from him. Jungkook let Jimin adjust for a moment before he started moving, and it wasn’t slow-paced like it had been the first time around; knowing exactly what his hyung liked since he was so vocal before, Jungkook didn’t hesitate in going all in.

“Shit, yeah, just like that.” Jimin said in between moans, sweat already making his skin glow.

Jungkook placed a hand on Jimin’s neck lightly and turned his head so he could talk in his ear. “You’re mine, you hear that?” He growled and Jimin moaned.

“I know, Jungkookie.” He breathed out and bit his lip when Jungkook’s hips stuttered, making him find a new angle.

“And no one can fuck you like I can.” Jungkook took in Jimin’s state, how much of a mess he was and how hard he was holding onto his shoulders, and knew he was right.

“There’s… Ah, fuck.” Jimin stopped talking, overwhelmed with what he was feeling, but seemed to remember he had a sentence he planned on finishing. “No one like you.” He mumbled and Jungkook grinned, barely understanding what he said but still catching enough to know what he meant.

Jungkook’s hand tightened around his neck and Jimin’s eyes rolled back with pleasure. His nails clawed at the younger’s chest as he pounded into him, leaving red marks that went deeper with every thrust.

“Shit.” Jungkook moved his hand to grab onto Jimin’s hair and the older let out a broken moan when he felt oxygen filling his lungs again. “Ah, Jimin…”

“Jungkook-ah… don’t stop.” Jimin opened his eyes so he could stare into Jungkook’s lust filled ones. “Choke me.”

His hips stuttered slightly at the request but Jungkook wrapped his hand around Jimin’s throat again and squeezed, a silent cry escaping his hyung’s parted lips as the air left his body. Jungkook had never really tried choking anyone, but he couldn’t deny the sensation of having that much power was amazing, not to mention that Jimin seemed to be enjoying it just as much.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his brain reminded him that they would get noise complaints again because the bed was hitting the wall in the same spot it had last time but Jungkook really didn’t care. He felt Jimin clench around him and groaned, picking up his pace and leaning down so he could look into his eyes as he completely denied him of oxygen.

Tears welled in Jimin’s eyes as they rolled back and he dug even deeper into Jungkook’s skin with his fingernails. He gasped when Jungkook let him breathe again and pulled him down for a kiss, even if it was messy with the way they were moving.

“Are you close?” Jungkook managed to say, struggling to keep himself from coming before Jimin.

“Shit, yeah, just…” His body arched off the bed when Jungkook hit his prostate. “Touch me.”

Jungkook reached between them to start stroking Jimin, not knowing how long he would last either, and it didn’t take much for him to feel his hyung’s body go stiff underneath his, his name escaping Jimin’s lips in a moan that was definitely heard in all the rooms around them. He followed right after, finally finding the release he had been waiting for, and pulled out before collapsing next to Jimin.

“Holy shit.” He heard him say, voice hoarse and breathing hard. “I’m not feeling my legs.”

Jungkook huffed a laugh as he tried to calm his heart, still feeling the after waves of his orgasm. “Give me a minute.”

He groaned as he sat up, his muscles already starting to complain from the exercise, and reached for the box of tissues on Jimin’s drawer. Jungkook made a face when Jimin ruffled his hair as he cleaned him up and the older laughed – he pretended his heart didn’t swell at the sound and moved on to cleaning himself and throwing everything away.

“What?” Jungkook asked when he laid back down and Jimin was staring at him.

“Just admit you’re in love with me, Jungkookie.” The older spoke and Jungkook knew he had no way of saying it wasn’t true, not with how he had been acting and the things he said.

“What for?” He sighed and Jimin seemed surprised that he didn’t deny it.

“So I can do the same.” Jungkook tried not to let his shock show at the blatant confession but he still had to pause for a moment before answering, and the words burned as they left his mouth.

“We’re better off as friends.”

“How do you know if you’ve never tried?” Jimin whispered and his eyes were so soft it almost hurt to look at them.

“I don’t want to ruin it.” Jungkook stared at the ceiling until he felt a hand on his jaw and he let himself be pulled into the tenderness of Jimin’s touch, feeling himself starting to surrender.

“You won’t.”