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Objectively, Jeongguk has always considered Jimin’s ass to be very…prominent.
It’s always been there―Jeongguk started really noticing it about two years ago. Actually, maybe after he turned twenty and he stopped being so hyper focused on their growth as a group and instead started to care a little bit more about the things outside of Bangtan that were also a part of his life.
He became a better version of himself. And things shifted in their dynamics as a group as everybody else also became a different various of themselves. Perhaps it was somewhere along that time that Jeongguk started to notice Jimin’s ass more than usual.
Jeongguk isn’t so sure, but it started like that, at least. Noticing.
Jimin would walk by and he’d be wearing those tight leather pants he sometimes wears and Jeongguk’s gaze would linger. It was inevitable. It was easy to pretend it didn’t mean anything at first. It was just there and Jeongguk was only human.
The subtle glances became much more obvious ones with time. Jimin caught him staring several times but seemed entirely unfazed about it. He’d just cock an eyebrow, smirk and then go on with his life as if he hadn’t caught Jeongguk staring holes into his ass.
It’s just that―Jimin sometimes wore clothes that stuck to his body in a very eye-pleasing way. His thighs looked so sexy wrapped up in his tight pants and when he walked by, Jeongguk would find that his backside looked just as great. And the more time went by, the more Jeongguk found himself looking.
Even when the cameras were recording, Jeongguk found it hard to keep his eyes away. But Jeongguk is a particular person and even though ARMY did go a little bit crazy whenever they somehow caught the micro moments that made the editing cut when Jeongguk was, embarrassingly, staring at Jimin’s ass, nobody seemed to be fazed either.
The guys would tease and pester, but nobody took it seriously. Even the editors had a field day laughing about it, as if it was nothing to worry about.
And so, Jeongguk became bold. If he could get away with looking at Jimin’s ass, he could get away with touching it, right?
So, he did. Again, he started subtle. Slapping each other’s asses was a thing they did without any sort of weirdness, so whenever the chance arised, he’d slap Jimin’s ass and let his hand linger, just a brief moment, just for a little bit.
And Jimin would just giggle, lean into his side as if nothing had happened, teasing him about something that Jeongguk honestly didn’t manage to hear.
After that, he just kept growing bolder and bolder. He’d go for Jimin’s ass without hesitation, placing his hand on an ass cheek and even going as far as squeezing. Jimin would yelp and slap at his shoulder before giggling and rolling his eyes at him.
Jeongguk’s boldness continued to grow. He’d touch Jimin’s ass on camera, repeatedly. And he was not ashamed. It brought a thrill to him that he couldn’t quite explain. Perhaps it was the fact that Jimin let him do as he pleased without batting an eye at him, as if he was used to Jeongguk’s behaviour, as if there was that level of intimacy between them.
And, truth be told, there was. They’ve always been close. They’ve always shared a friendship that goes beyond being embarrassed. Thing is, they’ve lived together for such a long time and Jeongguk has grown up beside Jimin. So many years spent together has made things between them be like that, easy and familiar.
But Jeongguk realizes that he’s maybe pushed their boundaries too far when Jimin confronts him after their Permission To Dance concert in Las Vegas. He’s literally just slipped into his hotel room when there’s a knock on the door.
When he opens it, Jimin immediately steps into the room and Jeongguk isn’t phased by this either because this is a thing they do often. They go to each other’s rooms, hang out, lay in bed watching videos until it’s far too late and their eyelids are heavy. Then they promptly turn the lights off and fall asleep together.
Tonight, though, Jimin doesn’t instantly drop down on the bed. He settles in the middle of the room, folding his arms over his chest and he gives Jeongguk a long look, as if contemplating what to say. Finally, when he speaks up, his words are anything but what he expected.
“Are you obsessed with my ass or something?” He asks. “I thought you just enjoyed messing with me, but tonight was something else, Gguk. There are like a million videos of you grabbing my ass in front of over sixty thousand people.”
Despite the fact that this is the first time Jimin is directly confronting him about this issue―he’s only ever gone as far as teasing Jeongguk about it, the way Jimin has said it makes him snort and then dissolve into laughs that make him fall over onto the bed. He laughs for long enough that Jimin laughs too and sits down beside him.
When he manages to collect himself, he rolls onto his back and looks at Jimin. He’s pulled his knees to his chest and he’s watching Jeongguk with a fond expression, an easy smile on his lips. He’s not angry. He’s not bothered. He’s just here, with Jeongguk and Jeongguk finds himself smiling.
“Are there, really?” He asks. “A million videos?”
Jimin snorts. “A million is an understatement. I swear to God, there are so many close-up videos of you literally squeezing my ass cheek. This is not okay, Gguk.”
But as he says it, he’s laughing again and Jeongguk laughs too because it’s clear that Jimin isn’t here to protest about it, he’s just genuinely curious and genuinely baffled by the reaction it’s brought from their fans. Inevitably, Jeongguk wants to see it. So he sits up and reaches for his phone on the bedside table, opening up the twitter app.
Sure enough, he’s instantly hit with a close-up video of him squeezing Jimin’s ass.
It makes him laugh.
“Oh my God, is this really how I grabbed your ass?” He asks. “It didn’t feel that way when I did,” he laughs. “It just looks like this because it’s slowed down.”
“So?” Jimin asks, moving onto the bed now and settling on his usual side. He settles on his belly, arms wrapped around the pillow and cheek squished into it. Jeongguk drops down too, looking up at his phone and keeping it leveled up to hsi face. “Why are you squeezing my ass cheek in the first place?”
Jeongguk watches another close-up video before snorting and leaving the app. He places the phone on the bedside table and turns his head towards Jimin.
“It’s a nice ass,” he retorts.
Jimin stares at him for a couple of seconds before he snorts and shakes his head and buries his face into the pillow.
“Thank you, I guess,” he mumbles, lifting his head just to say the words before dropping his face back into the pillow.
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, mostly because he’s watching the way Jimin’s cheek seems squished against the pillow and then his eyes are sliding downwards, following the length of Jimin’s toned body―he’s wearing gray sweatpants and an oversized hoody that has ridden up and is leaving his small waist on display. Just a bit further south, the crest of Jimin’s ass is right on display and Jeongguk gulps, closing his hand in a fist because he suddenly felt the urge to reach out and touch.
It’s not that he doesn’t do so whenever they’re alone―Jeongguk has lost all reservations when it comes to this issue. But tonight feels strange, somehow. Jimin’s presence isn’t unfamiliar but it feels somewhat charged with a sensation he can’t quite understand.
He looks up and finds that he’s been caught once more. Jimin has turned his head towards him and has his cheek pressed to the pillow. He’s watching Jeongguk without seeming all that surprised that he caught him in the midst of staring at his ass once again.
Jeongguk clears his throat and looks up at the ceiling, slipping his arm under his head. He nibbles on the inside of his cheek, feeling slightly nervous. Jimin has always had that sort of effect on him. His gaze, the way he watches him, the way he holds himself so confidently―it all makes Jeongguk a little bit warm, if he’s being honest.
“Does it bother you?” He asks softly.
“You’re asking me now , after you’ve been touching my ass for ages?” Jimin asks, voice holding a teasing edge. Jeongguk smiles to himself because he just can’t help it. Jimin is quick to respond even though he just asked a question. It’s one that he clearly isn’t expecting an answer to. “It doesn’t bother me,” he says. And then, “can I ask why you do it, though?”
Jeongguk knows Jimin is asking for a response that isn’t the one Jeongguk gave him before. And truthfully, Jeongguk has never paused to consider what he’d answer to that question. It takes him a few seconds, but he eventually clears his throat and replies.
“Because I can’t stop looking at it?”
Jimin snorts and Jeongguk turns his head to look at him again. “Does Jeonggukie have a crush on my ass?”
Jeongguk feels his cheeks heat and he rolls his eyes.
“It’s not a crush, it’s an actual, genuine attraction,” he points out.
And then he freezes, realizing what he just said. Jimin must realize too because he’s quick to lift himself up on his elbows, staring at Jeongguk with slightly wide eyes.
“You’re attracted to my ass,” he states, incredulous.
Is he? Jeongguk looks away but Jimin takes the pillow out from under his head and suddenly hits Jeongguk’s face with it. He grunts, startled, but when he looks back at Jimin, still holding the pillow in his hand and now with an expression that gives away he’s trying to hold back his laugh, he quickly pulls out his own pillow from under his head and hits Jimin’s face with it.
Jimin’s hair is suddenly sticking out in several places and he looks so shocked it makes Jeongguk laugh. And then suddenly, they’re pillow-fighting each other, wrestling and pushing away limbs. Until Jeongguk manages to get the upper hand and has Jimin on his back, hands pinning his wrists at either side of his head.
They’re both struggling to catch their breaths and their chests are heaving and Jeongguk is staring down at Jimin with a satisfied grin on his lips, but Jimin’s pupils are blown wide and his expression is different to how Jeongguk expected it to be and something shifts.
Jeongguk realizes that he’s on top of Jimin, straddling his belly, holding him down and Jimin is entirely at his mercy and Jeongguk swallows, relaxing his hold on Jimin’s wrists, fingers sliding down his forearms. His skin is soft and warm until he’s met with the hems of his hoodie. He suddenly finds himself wishing that Jimin didn’t have it on and once the thought settles in his head, he can’t push it away.
It’s always like this when it comes to Jimin. Jeongguk wants things that he never questions and acts without thinking. Maybe this time around it’s too much because when he scoots down and reaches for Jimin’s hoodie, Jimin’s hands shoot out and stop him.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
Jeongguk clears his throat. “Taking your hoodie off?”
Jimin squints his eyes at him.
“And why’s that?”
Jeongguk shrugs.
“Just wanted to.”
Jimin stares at him for another long moment before he sighs. Suddenly, he seems annoyed. Suddenly, he’s pushing at Jeongguk’s chest to get him off. Jeongguk does, eyebrows furrowing. He watches Jimin with confusion until Jimin cards his fingers through his hair and looks back at him.
“You know, sometimes you confuse me a lot, Jeongguk-ah,” he points out.
His voice holds the same gentleness it always does and Jeongguk feels a strange anxiousness settle in his chest. He reaches for Jimin’s hand and their eyes meet.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Jimin’s eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he replies. “I just thought―” he starts, but pauses. “I need you to be serious for a little bit, Jeonggukie.” His voice is pleading and his expression holds the same sort of emotion and Jeongguk nods, because of course, he does. He always does what Jimin asks, no matter what it might be. It’s always been that way, after all. Jimin gently pulls his hand back and Jeongguk mourns the loss, but he focuses on Jimin, waits patiently for him to say what he wants to say. “Do you go around touching other people’s ass?”
The question is so unexpected and sounds so un-serious that Jeongguk laughs. Jimin snorts, but there’s a faint smile on his lips as he shakes his head. Jeongguk forces himself to calm down and clears his throat again before answering.
“I don’t,” he says firmly, because he doesn’t.
“So, you only touch my ass,” he states. Jeongguk nods. “ Why? ” Jeongguk contemplates. Why does he? His eyebrows furrow. Jimin shifts and suddenly, he’s reaching for Jeongguk’s cheek, cupping it gently. The touch is nice, warm, inviting. Jeongguk leans into it. “Have you ever stopped to think about it?” Jimin asks, voice softer, his tone different. He’s leaning closer and Jeongguk finds himself staring at Jimin’s lips. So close and so plump. Have they always been that plump? Inevitably, much like how it happened with Jimin’s ass, he lifts his hand and presses his thumb to Jimin’s bottom lip, watching the soft, pillowy skin squish under the pressure. He swallows, suddenly feeling breathless. “See?” Jimin asks. “It’s as if you never stop to think about what you’re doing. It can confuse a person, Jeonggukie. If you touch them like that, if you look at their lips like that ,” he explains. “You’ll make them think you want them, that you want to kiss them, want―”
“I do,” he blurts out. He does. He wants Jimin a whole lot and he most definitely wants to kiss him. He wants to taste these pretty lips and know how they feel against his own. “I do want you, hyung. I do want to kiss you,” he confesses.
How long have these desires been inside of him? How long has he wanted Jimin in this not so innocent way? Thinking back, it’s always kind of been there―this flutter in his chest whenever Jimin is around, this tug towards him whenever they’re not close enough. Perhaps he should have known that wanting to touch your best friend’s ass wasn’t really a platonic thing.
Jimin’s eyes are wide as he looks back at Jeongguk with a shocked expression. Jeongguk gently pushes him back, until Jimin is once more looking up at him. He smiles a little, leaning in and brushing his nose along Jimin’s jaw. Jimin doesn’t move, just lays there, as if he’s trying to process what Jeongguk just said.
“You do?” Jimin squeaks out finally.
Jeongguk sighs and burrows his face into Jimin’s neck as he crawls onto him once more, this time laying on top of him, tangling their legs together.
“Before I started touching your ass,” Jeongguk begins, smiling a bit wider because no matter how you put it, the sentence just sounds so funny. “I would look…a lot. My eyes just keep moving to your ass, I couldn’t help it. When I did, my eyes would also wander. And they’d travel all over your body, hyung. I know it sounds a little as if I was just interested in your ass―don’t get me wrong, I’m very much interested in your ass. But it’s not just that. It’s more. It’s also about your thighs and your face and the way you lean into me whenever you laugh. All I know is that I like it, hyung. I like everything that has to do with you. I don’t know how to explain the things I feel, but they’re there. So, yeah. I do want you,” he whispers. He cups Jimin’s cheek with one hand, giving him a small smile. “What about you, hyung?” He asks, a sudden question occuring to him. “Why did you always let me touch your ass?”
This time, Jimin looks away, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. He covers his face with his hands and Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow, surprised about Jimin’s reaction. He gently pries Jimin’s hands away and Jimin lowers them until they’re only covering his mouth. He stares up at Jeongguk with these very cute eyes and shy expression and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat.
He and Jimin have been this close a few times. The wrestling in bed and ending up all pressed together has happened before and whenever it does, Jeongguk feels a little bit warm and doesn’t want to move away. This time, the feeling is much more intense. This time, he acts without thinking and leans in. His lips press to Jimin’s fingers, barely covering his mouth. It’s a gentle, chaste kiss, but Jimin’s eyes widen a little and he reaches up, pressing two fingers to Jeongguk’s lips before lifting his head and also kissing his fingers, directly over Jeongguk’s lips.
It steals Jeongguk’s breath away. It makes his brain stop working. It makes something hot and intense curl in the low of his belly.
“Tell me, hyung,” he whispers, still with Jimin’s fingers against his lips. He makes a whole show out of speak, parting his lips further than necessary, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tips of his fingers. Jimin’s lips part and he’s staring at the spot where his fingers are against Jeongguk’s lips. “Why have you let me touch your ass all of this time?” Jimin’s eyes are still on Jeongguk’s mouth kissing his fingertips and he seems distracted, but Jeongguk doesn’t mind it because he likes that Jimin’s attention is on him, he likes that he’s watching him with such intent, as if he’s thinking about more , much like Jeongguk is. Still, he teases, he pleads, he pushes Jimin’s buttons. “Come on, hyung. Pay attention to me,” he pouts.
Jimin looks away, his eyes closing. He looks so affected by what Jeongguk just said and Jeongguk knows . He knows that Jimin has always had a soft spot for him. He knows that Jimin always gives in whenever he calls him ‘hyung’ in that sweet and gentle way, when he pouts or makes those pleading eyes at him. And he knows because he’s always watching. He always has his eyes on Jimin.
It’s as if Jimin is always calling to him and Jeongguk comes running without hesitation. He never thinks, he just goes. And it’s always been like that, Jeongguk just didn’t think twice about it. He never paused to think about what it meant. Until now. Here they are and Jeongguk is thinking about leaning in to kiss him. He’s thinking about sliding his hands all over Jimin’s body and, because he’s only human, he’s also thinking about turning him around and burrowing his face into his ass because the heaven’s know that he’s wanted to for a very long time.
“I let you because I liked it,” Jimin whispers. “When I caught you staring, I liked it. And when you started touching, I kept wanting more,” he confesses. “I was just―I wanted to ask why you did it, but I was nervous about asking.”
Jeongguk nods, wrapping his fingers around Jimin’s wrist and kissing the tips of his fingers again with gentle care.
“I didn’t question why I wanted to touch you,” Jeongguk murmurs. “I just knew that I did. I know it started with your ass, but I promise it’s not just about that.”
Jimin giggles softly and Jeongguk laughs a little too because no matter how long they’ve been talking about this, it keeps sounding funny whenever Jimin’s ass is mentioned.
“I think I knew,” Jimin whispers, tracing Jeongguk’s bottom lip with his fingertips now. Jeongguk closes his eyes, inevitably affected by the feeling of Jimin’s fingers tracing his skin. His lips part further and he lifts his head slightly, Jimin’s fingers catching on his lower lip. “You kept looking at me all the time. Sometimes you’d get a little lost in your thoughts and you wouldn’t even notice that I was already looking at you. I kept wondering if you…” he trails off, pulling his hand away. Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow and he opens his eyes, gently tugging at Jimin’s wrist to get him to come closer again. He does, his fingertips tracing Jeongguk’s lips again. “If you liked me,” he exhales.
Jeongguk doesn’t even hesitate when he replies. “I do like you, hyung.”
Jimin’s eyes move from his lips to his eyes.
“I like you too,” he whispers with a soft laugh. “I like you a lot, Jeonggukie. And I was nervous you maybe didn’t feel the same way and that I was just getting my hopes up over something that―” he pauses and shakes his head. “I really like you, Jeonggukie.”
Jeongguk’s heart flutters. He didn’t know words could make him feel this way, so out of breath, so overwhelmed. He presses another kiss to Jimin’s fingertips.
“I really like you too,” he whispers, biting down on Jimin’s fingertip ever so gently. It makes Jimin squirm, a soft sigh leaving his lips. He’s still flushed and he looks worked up and Jeongguk too can feel his skin heating. A new desire settles in his body, this image of Jimin all spread out for him, coming undone. Once the idea settles in his head, there’s no holding back from it. “Can I show you?” He asks, moving downwards and pressing a kiss to Jimin’s palm. “I want to show you just how much I like you.”
He bites down on Jimin’s palm and Jimin gasps this time around, his back arching a little, his body pressing to Jeongguk’s. Jeongguk presses down, shifting his hips, snuggling into Jimin.
“What are you gonna do?” Jimin asks, voice breathless, his free hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder, squeezing as if to ground himself.
Jeongguk grins. “Gonna worship you, hyung.”
Jimin stares at him for a long second and then he laughs a little, though his expression is hazy and lustful.
"Knowing your obsession with my ass, you’re probably gonna try to touch it again,” he mumbles.
Jeongguk hums.
“I’m gonna do some very nice things to you, hyung,” he promises. “But first, I’m going to kiss you.” Jimin seems to have no protests to that. His hand slides to Jeongguk’s nape and his head tilts back, lips parting, inviting. Those plump, pink lips look so devastatingly beautiful, Jeongguk groans in the back of his throat. “Fuck, your lips are so pretty,” he murmurs, shaking his head. It’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to stay calm when all he wants is to ravish Jimin in any possible way. “So plump and so inviting. So warm and so…” he trails off.
Truth be told, Jeongguk’s feelings are mixed. On the one hand, there are very sweet and gentle things he wants, kisses and holding hands and hugging and just cuddling. On the other hand, he’s thinking of all the obscene things he could do to Jimin, pin him down, fuck him hard and fast, use his mouth, watch his pretty eyes flutter shut and full of tears and―oh, no. His cock twitches in his pants, obviously growing hard and even though he’s embarrassed about what he just thought about, Jimin is moaning softly, hips shifting and dragging against Jeongguk’s, stimulating his hard-on, making his toes curl.
“How come you didn’t touch them the way you touched my ass?” Jimin asks, a teasing edge to his voice, but he’s so breathless, it sounds more like an invitation.
“Is that what you wanted?” Jeongguk asks, leaning in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jimin’s lips. It sends a spark of desire down his body and it’s not nearly enough. “Touching your lips would’ve been more difficult, hyung. Or is it something else that you were hoping for, hm?” He asks, wondering if Jimin’s thoughts are as dirty as Jeongguk’s are.
Jimin groans, back arching as Jeongguk pulls back and lets his lips hover close to Jimin’s. He’s teasing both of them, that’s for sure. Because Jeongguk wants to dive in and kiss him already, but he also loves the way Jimin is reacting, so needy and so desperate―the same way Jeongguk has felt all of this time.
So fucking desperate.
“I should probably apologize, hyung,” he whispers, shaking his head. “I want to kiss you just as much as I want to know what your lips look like wrapped around my cock.”
Once the confession is made, Jeongguk’s heart is hanging by a thread. He watches Jimin, a bit nervous about what his reaction might be, a bit unsure if he’s stepped over a line, perhaps moved too fast. But Jimin’s gaze darkens and his lips part and he’s suddenly reaching for Jeongguk’s wrist, bringing his hand closer. He takes two of Jeongguk’s fingers into his mouth without hesitation, all the while staring deep into his eyes and Jeongguk’s cock twitches, a wave of pleasure tingling down his spine, his toes curling.
Jimin is the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. And Jeongguk is broken. He will never be the same after this. He will never have enough of Jimin. He’ll just keep wanting more and more and he’ll never stop wanting.
“Hyung,” he blurts out. “Hyung, hyung, hyung. Oh my fuck, I need―” he tries, shaking his head. A shudder takes over his body when he feels Jimin’s tongue sliding around his fingers, a soft moan in Jimin’s throat. He’s sucking on Jeongguk’s fingers as if he loves it and Jeongguk is so turned on he feels like his entire body is on fire. “Stop,” he pleads, pulling his hand back. “I’m gonna embarrass myself,” he whines, shallowly dragging his hips against Jimin’s, the faint feeling of an orgasm already bubbling in the low of his abdomen.
He stops moving altogether, lifting his hips away from Jimin and taking a careful breath.
“Were you gonna cum?” Jimin asks, a hint of teasing in his gaze, but genuine surprise all over his face.
Jeongguk clears his throat. “Yes,” he replies, again with no hesitation. No point in pretending he’s not so turned on by Jimin that he could cum just like that, just by having his lips wrapped around his fingers. “And that’s not gonna happen until I’ve kissed you and had my way with your ass.”
Jimin’s eyes widen and his lips part to reply, but Jeongguk doesn’t let him talk again. Instead, he dives in and finally kisses Jimin. And it’s even better than he could have ever imagined. Jimin’s lips are soft and pillowy and they slot perfectly between his. They part further once Jeongguk’s lips are applying more pressure, they open up to him. He sinks down on the mattress and Jeongguk presses down even harder, wanting to cover him entirely with his weight, wanting to invade Jimin in the same way Jimin has invaded him.
He’s in Jeongguk’s thoughts all the time, in so many ways. Jeongguk wants Jimin to be as obsessed with him as he is with Jimin―not just with his ass, but with all of him. Jimin is the only thing Jeongguk wants all the time. And he wants to be the only thing Jimin wants all the time as well.
A groan leaves his lips as Jimin’s hands slide into his hair, gripping the strands tightly, tugging at them desperately. He shifts and parts his legs, making space for Jeongguk between his thighs and Jeongguk whines a little, the feeling of Jimin around him, in this position, is overwhelmingly good. It makes him think about other things that involve them being naked and rubbing up against each other, all covered in sweat.
“Gguk,” Jimin exhales, basically moans into his out. “Gguk-ah.”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes to everything. Yes always. Jeongguk doesn’t need anything else in life but this.
He kisses Jimin harder, angling his head to deepen the kiss. He moves his mouth against Jimin’s desperately and urgently, he licks into his mouth, earns himself a breathy moan and then he does it again, Jimin’s body arching against him. And again, Jimin gasping. And again, his hand sliping under Jimin’s hoodie, tracing the skin of his abdomen before moving to his side, down and down, under the waistband of his sweats.
“I wanted to take your hoodie off earlier because I couldn’t stop thinking about touching you all over with my hands,” he confesses. “I wanted to get you naked and all spread out for me, so I could touch you to my heart’s content,” he keeps going, sliding his hand down, further down into Jimin’s sweats, touching the side of his thigh even though he wants to touch his ass. He wants to palm at his big ass cheeks and squeeze them so tightly his fingerprints will stay there for days . But he want to do that while looking and he’s not about to miss out on that because he can’t hold back.
“Jeonggukie,” Jimin exhales, sounding surprised by Jeongguk’s sudden influx of words and confessions. There’s just no turning back. Jeongguk wants too much to hold back.
“Really, hyung,” Jeongguk insists, licking into Jimin’s mouth obscenely, a grunt getting stuck on his throat when Jimin’s thighs tighten around his hips. “There are so many things I want to do with you. Will you let me?” He pleads. “Please, let me,” he murmurs, nibbling on Jimin’s lower lip. “Please, hyung. Please. Please, I―”
“Yeah,” Jimin interrupts, nodding even though their lips are still pressed together. It makes his lips drag against Jeongguk’s in a way that shouldn’t be as sexy as it feels. “Do whatever you want with me,” he mumbles.
Jeongguk’s lips curl into a grin.
“Thank fuck.”
He doesn’t need anything more now that he has Jimin’s permission. He’s quicky to lean back and even though Jimin whines, he stops protesting when Jeongguk hooks his fingers under the hem of his hoodie and tugs it up. He takes it off, smiling a little when Jimin’s soft hair ends up all messed up and sticking out in several places. He looks so soft, all pink and soft skin, pillowy lips all swollen with their kisses―it makes Jeongguk briefly wonder what they would look like after sucking his cock. He groans, pushing the thought away. There’s time for that. There’s something he wants more right now and he won’t be satisfied until he has it.
He slides down, hooking his fingers under the waistband of Jimin’s sweats and he tugs those down, too, underwear and all. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to be completely naked and once he is, Jeongguk leans back to stare at the masterpiece that he is.
Jimin is all shy and soft, hands reaching down to cover himself because his thighs are parted and he’s exposed for Jeongguk. But Jeongguk isn’t having it. He reaches for his wrists and pins them down at either side of him, mouth literally salivating at the sight of Jimin.
“Jeonggukie,” Jimin protests.
Jeongguk shakes his head. “You’re so fucking beautiful, hyung,” he murmurs, taking his time with watching him, letting his eyes trail down all over his body. “I need to get you on your belly,” he mumbles distractedly. “I need to have you all spread out for me.”
“Wait, Jeon―” Jimin starts, but Jeongguk has already sprung into action. Jimin gasps when Jeongguk easily manhandles him onto his belly.
Jeongguk’s throat goes dry. He finds himself straddling the backs of Jimin’s thighs and looking down at the one thing that’s been the object of his obsession for a long enough time that he whines a little at the sight.
Jimin’s ass is even more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. And it’s right there, on display, just for him to touch. Nobody else. Just Jeongguk. Only ever him.
“I want you to be mine,” he confesses, hands shaky as he reaches out and lets his fingertips brush along Jimin’s soft ass cheeks. Jimin whimpers, squirming under his touch, muscles clenching slightly and Jeongguk groans at the sight. “Can you be just mine, hyung? Promise me you’ll never let anyone else touch you. Just me,” he pleads. Finally, he splays his hands out over each of Jimin’s ass cheeks and they’re so big, but they fit so perfectly under his palms. He releases a shaky exhale. “See? Your ass was made just for me. Promise me,” he urges, growing a little desperate.
“You promise first,” Jimin replies stubbornly, but his voice is shaky and his body is still squirming.
Jeongguk smiles to himself.
“I’ve only ever belonged to you, hyung,” he murmurs, because it’s the truth. “I’ve never had eyes for anyone that isn’t you. I promise,” he whispers. “Just you. Promise me, too.”
“I promise,” Jimin quickly replies. “I’m all yours. Only yours.”
Jeongguk shudders. Something about hearing Jimin say that makes his whole body heat up further more. He’s straining his briefs, his hard-on too difficult to ignore. But truthfully, there’s only one thing in his mind right now and that’s eating Jimin up in all possible ways. So, he slides down and parts Jimin’s legs a little, just enough that he can lay his chest on the bed and have his elbows on the bed for support.
Once his face is leveled with Jimin’s ass, he sighs in relief. Finally, he has Jimin right where he wants him. He burrows his face into one of his ass cheeks and there are no words that could possibly explain how good it feels to finally have his face buried in Jimin’s ass. This is his happy place. Jimin’s ass is the only place he wants to be for the rest of the night―and possibly, for the rest of his life.
He bites down on Jimin’s ass cheek and Jimin gasps, ass pushing up into Jeongguk. Jeongguk groans and nuzzles into Jimin’s ass cheek before pulling back and moving towards the other one. He nuzzles and bites and nuzzles again before he finally grabs Jimin’s ass cheeks and squeezes them, spreading them apart. He’s instantly presented with Jimin’s hole and even though he wants to dive head first into eating him out, first he drops his face in between and just groans, satisfied that he’s finally here, that everything has led to this moment.
To him having Jimin’s ass all to himself.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I love your ass, hyung. You have no idea.”
Jimin giggles and even though he sounds breathless when he speaks up, he teases Jeongguk.
“Really?” He asks. “I couldn’t quite tell.”
Jeongguk smiles and leans back before dropping his cheek onto Jimin’s ass cheek. It’s like the perfect pillow. He closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy it for a little bit before finally getting to work. He leans back and shifts on the bed. Even though he misses Jimin’s closeness almost instantly, he quickly reaches for the two pillows and pats on Jimin’s hip.
“Lift your hips, hyung,” he murmurs.
Jimin does and Jeongguk helps him before slipping both the pillows under him. He spreads Jimin’s legs a little and once he’s satisfied, he nods to himself, his eyes trailing down Jimin’s body. He looks so heavenly like this. His back, spine covered by that beautiful moon tattoo, the way his ass is on display, slightly lifted because of the pillows, his spread legs and the way he’s just lying there pliantly, arms over his head, fisting the sheets while he waits for Jeongguk to touch him.
He’s exactly where he should always be and Jeongguk will never be able to let him go. He already knows this one time will not be enough.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin exhales.
Just says it, doesn’t follow up with anything and Jeongguk knows that he’s asking him to come closer, to give him what they both want. So, Jeongguk does. He settles on his abdomen again, in between Jimin’s spread legs and he reaches for his ass cheeks, spreading them again before leaning in. As soon as his tongue laps over Jimin’s hole, Jimin whimpers, body tensing.
“Relax for me, hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs, gently massaging Jimin’s ass cheeks, keeping them spread. “Let me take care of you.”
Jimin shudders, but his body relaxes and Jeongguk dives in again. He licks obscenely over Jimin’s hole, taking his time, slow and steady, firmly planting his tongue against him and dragging it upwards. There’s only one thing in Jeongguk’s mind at this moment: pleasing Jimin with his mouth and tongue, making him come undone just like this, all spread out and at his mercy.
He shifts from that gentle, languid licking to letting the tip of his tongue push past Jimin’s rim. Just the tip, just enough that Jimin shudders, but also not enough. It makes Jimin whine, push his ass back, clench around Jeongguk’s tongue in a way that makes his head spin. He can imagine how tight Jimin would be around his fingers―around his cock. And the thought if it is enough to make his cock harden even more. He drags his hips against the bed, the need to cum slowly growing, becoming an ache he can’t release.
“Gguk,” Jimin moans, biting down on the mattress, his sighs and moans muffled by the fabric.
He becomes louder and louder as Jeongguk ravishes him. It doesn’t matter how Jeongguk is eating him out, whenever he brings his tongue to Jimin’s hole, Jimin shivers and whines, hips moving. He’s covered in sweat within minutes and even though Jeongguk’s jaw starts to hurt, he doesn’t give a fuck. He won’t stop until Jimin is cumming on his tongue, shaking violently with pleasure.
His mind is set on it and he’s not too deep in to stop. He lets his tongue circle Jimin’s rim before pushing it deep into his hole and Jimin’s body opens up so easily before he clenches around him and makes him moan.
“Fuck, I could eat you out for hours, hyung,” Jeongguk grunts. “Would keep you like this, desperate and on edge. I’d keep you close for hours, driving you inside. I’d―fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
Jimin whines and pushes his ass back, as if he loves the idea of it.
“Yes, yes,” he pleads. “Anything, Gguk. Please, just―it feels so good.”
Jeongguk hums. “I want you to cum just like this,” he whispers, licking slowly at Jimin’s rim, earning himself another loud moan that’s barely muffled by the sheets. It doesn’t matter that Jimin is being loud. He wants to hear it. He wants to have those moans engraved in his head so he can think about them all the time. “All spread out for me, all pliant and covered in sweat. God, I want to eat you.”
Jimin snorts, but then he groans when Jeongguk sucks on his hole and he shudders, his body trembling lightly under Jeongguk’s ministrations.
‘Can’t get enough of you,’ Jeongguk mumbles in between Jimin’s ass cheeks. ‘Will never get tired of this,’ he confesses. Over and over again, he tells Jimin how absolutely obsessed he is with this and how he’s never going to stop. And Jimin whines, pleads, moans, begs. He quickly becomes a mess of whimpers and pleas, body shaking steadily, slowly starting to grow hot.
Jeongguk’s chin is covered in saliva and he can barely breathe, but he’s unrelentless, he’s decided and the more he keeps going,t he more Jimin starts to grow crazy. He reaches back, fingers fisting Jeongguk’s hair and Jeongguk smiles because he loves the way it hurts when Jimin tugs, desperate and needy. It motivates him to keep going, to keep shifting between soft, kitten like licks to hard, strong laps of his tongue that make Jimin cry out.
Until he’s a sobbing mess, trembling under Jeongguk’s mouth, mumbling about how good it feels, how close he is. And Jeongguk gets him there. He lets go of one of Jimin’s ass cheeks and presses his finger to his rim at the same tongue as he sips his tongue inside and it’s the final thing that pushes Jimin over the edge. He screams as it happens, but makes sure to keep his face buried into the sheets when it does.
The sound is muffled and his following moans are too, but Jeongguk hears them loud as clear as he feels Jimin’s hole clench around his tongue with his orgasm, body shaking violently, taking over his senses. It seems to last a long time and all the while Jeongguk keeps lapping at Jimin’s hole, dragging out the pleasure for him, making sure to milk every last drop out of him.
It takes a long while for Jimin to come down from it, but it doesn’t matter. Jeongguk loves how boneless Jimin is as he moves back and gets off from the bed for a split second. Jimin doesn’t even seem to have the strength to lift his head and look at him.
Jeongguk grins, satisfied. He loves that he could make Jimin feel so good, he can’t even move from where he is, arms stretched above his head, no longer fisting the sheets, hips moving slightly, jerking with overstimulation as he grinds against the pillow under him―as if he can’t get enough of it, as if he wants to continue feeling the pleasure.
There’s no problem with that. Jeongguk isn’t done yet.
He comes back with a bottle of lube in his hand and a condom in the other. He drops the condom on the bed and opens the bottle of lube to pour a good amount on his fingers.
“I’m gonna fuck you, hyung,” he murmurs, spreading Jimin’s ass cheek to the side and pressing two fingers to his hole, not pushing in, but letting him know what his intentions are. “Gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be thinking about my cock for days,” he promises.
Jimin whines and his legs spread a bit further and Jeongguk is a goner. He pushes both fingers into him and Jimin is already so pliant, nicely loose and wet from Jeongguk’s tongue and his orgasm. He opens up beautifully, a moan leaving his lips as Jeongguk prods along his walls, spreading his fingers and opening him up quickly. He’s too pent up, too turned on to hold back. He’s been hard for far too long and he’d be surprised if he didn’t come as soon as he puts it in.
But that’s the thing. He just needs to be inside of Jimin. He just wants to feel his tight heat around his cock and have the memory in his head forever.
A third finger quickly follows those two and soon he has four of them buried deep inside of Jimin, all the way to the knuckle. Jimin is still trembling, aftershocks of his orgasm coursing through his body at every little touch from Jeongguk’s fingers. But he lays there and lets Jeongguk open him up and when he pulls his fingers back, Jimin whines at the loss. He’s quick to tug his sweats and briefs down until they’re right under his balls.
Then, Jeongguk reaches for the condom, but as soon as Jimin hears him open it, he lifts himself up on his forearms. He looks back over his shoulder and Jeongguk’s mouth waters a little at the sight of him, back arched, looking over his shoulder, still so flushed and still hazy with pleasure. Jeongguk’s cock twitches and he has to take a deep breath to steady himself, otherwise he might pound into Jimin without restraint.
“Don’t,” Jimin whispers, looking forward again, as if he’s too spent to keep looking over his shoulder. Instead, he drops his head between his shoulders and says words that Jeongguk will never be able to forget. “No condom,” he exhales. “Don’t you want to cum inside of me?” Now, that’s an offensive question. There is just no universe in which Jeongguk wouldn’t want that. The thought of it alone makes him groan. Cumming deep in Jimin’s ass, painting his wall with his cum. He whines, pressing his hips to Jimin’s ass and wishing he’d already tugged his pants down so he could watch his cock glide in between Jimin’s ass cheeks. “You can, Gguk. I’m clean. Haven’t―it’s been a long while since I’ve been with anyone else. So…yeah. You can, if you want.”
If he wants. As if Jeongguk could ever not want that. He pauses and thinks for a moment, trying not to let his arousal cloud his judgement. He hasn’t been with anyone either. Not in a while.
Damn.
Actually, not since he started hyper-fixating so much on Jimin’s ass.
“I’m clean, too,” he replies, out of breath. “Are you sure, hyung?”
Jimin drops down and stretches his arms above his head again.
“Fuck me,” he pleads. “I know you want to.”
Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told twice. He pours lube directly onto his cock, hissing because of the cold feeling against his sensitive, hot skin. But he’s quick to stroke himself and spread it all over, groaning when pleasure fills his senses. He’s light-headed, so close to his orgasm just by being hard for so long and making Jimin cum on his tongue and stroking himself while having Jimin’s ass right there, all laid out for him.
He doesn’t take too long spreading lube all over his cock because the longer he touches himself, the closer he gets. Once he’s ready, he positions himself in between Jimin’s ass cheeks, spreads one aside while holding his cock, just so he can make sure that he’s lined up to his hole. Then, he releases Jimin’s ass cheek and grips his hip with one hand, the other settled on the bed beside Jimin’s waist.
Jeongguk nudges his hips forward, a low moan leaving his lips as he feels Jimin open up around him, the head of his cock pushing past his rim. Once he’s there, he pauses, giving himself a second to breathe, otherwise he’ll cum too quickly. He collects himself and places his other hand on the bed too, holding himself up for leverage. His eyes fall to Jimin’s nape, where the tattoo starts and Jimin is laying with his cheek on the sheets, the pink skin squished and soft and he’s just waiting for Jeongguk to fuck him.
It makes something inside of Jeongguk snap. He pushes his hips forward, moaning even louder upon the feeling of Jimin’s tight walls dragging along his sensitive cock. Jimin moans too, clenching around him hard enough that Jeongguk has to stop pushing in.
“Hyung,” he croaks out, letting his head hang, taking a deep breath. “If you keep squeezing around me like that, I’m―” he cuts himself off, taking another deep breath. “If you don’t relax, I’m going to cum before I make it all the way inside of you. And that would make me really sad,” he confesses.
Jimin’s response is a whine, his body relaxing as he pushes his ass back. Jeongguk is so startled by it that his hips jerk forward and in doing so, he slips all the way into Jimin. Nestled deep in his ass, a full-body shudder takes over him and he freezes, the familiar burn of his orgasm building in the low of his abdomen.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Hyung, you’re―it’s so tight inside of you. It’s so―” he stops talking, figures it’s useless considering how close to his orgasm he is. “M’sorry,” he mumbles, before dropping down on top of Jimin.
Like that, he knows he’s reaching deep inside of him, his cock pressed right in the perfect spot. And sure enough, Jimin moans loudly, back arching, clenching around Jeongguk. Jeongguk grunts, pleasure tingling up his spine. He’s not going to last long, so he wraps his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, holding him tightly to his chest and he burrows his face into Jimin’s neck, groaning as he starts moving.
He pulls his hips back and thrusts into him. Over and over again. A rapid pace that makes Jimin gasp and moan and sobs get stuck in his throat as Jeongguk fucks him without any restraint. He’s too turned on to hold back. It feels so heavenly inside of Jimin. He’s warm and tight and so wet and the obscene squelching sound of his cock dragging back and forth along his walls quickly fills the room.
The slap of skin against skin. The bed creaking with each of his thrusts. Over and over again. Jimin sobs and reaches back, fingers fisting Jeongguk’s hair. But he’s pinned down to the bed, in a position that doesn’t allow much movement. Jeongguk likes that. He likes that he has Jimin like this, entirely to his mercy.
“I’ll never be able to stop thinking about this,” he murmurs against Jimin’s heated skin. He’s all sweaty and slick and Jeongguk wishes he were entirely naked so he could feel Jimin’s body sliding against his. But there will be a chance for that another time. He’s sure. Right now, he’s too close to hold back any longer. “M’so close, hyung. Fuck, I wish I could stay inside of you forever. You have to let me do that. You have to let me just keep my cock in your ass for hours, hyung. Please, just―please.”
“Yeah, yes,” Jimin exhales. “Whatever you want, Gguk-ah. Whatever, just―don’t stop. Please, I’m so―” his voice is cut off with his own moan.
He cries out when Jeongguk thrusts into him the next time and then he’s tensing, body shaking. He clenches so hard around Jeongguk that Jeongguk sees stars. His orgasm shoots through him, makes his body jerk violently as he spills deep inside of Jimin, painting his walls with his cum.
Jeongguk’s vision goes white and his eyes roll to the back of his head as be bites down on Jimin’s nape, a loud groan muffled against his skin, waves of pleasure tumbling down his spine, making his toes curl so hard they cramp.
It’s good, though. Nothing has ever felt as good and pleasurable as this. It’s overwhelming and it takes his breath away and it makes everything spin, all he can feel is pleasure. All he can feel is Jimin. Jimin, Jimin. Only ever him.
Even after his orgasm is over and he settles, he keeps twitching inside of Jimin, his body trembling slightly as he pulls his head back and looks at the spot where he bit down. Teeth indents have been left behind, but they’ll fade throughout the night. Jeongguk kisses the spot, instead leaves a trail of kisses everywhere, lips shaky and chest heaving, slowly coming down from the intense pleasure.
Jimin is boneless once more, just laying there, sighing happily, his limbs spread and his body pliant and Jeongguk doesn’t want to pull out yet, so he stays. He nuzzles into the crook of Jimin’s neck and murmurs sweet nothing against his skin.
“I like you so much,” he confesses again, kissing Jimin’s skin, mouthing at it softly, mindful not to leave behind a mark that will be too difficult to explain. Maybe he could do that somewhere nobody else can see―Jimin’s ass, perhaps. The thought makes his lips curl up into a grin. Yes. That’s what he’ll do next time. He’ll leave a painting of hickeys all over Jimin’s ass cheeks and thighs, where only the both of them can see. “Hyung,” he whines softly, overwhelmed.
He nuzzles into Jimin’s neck and sighs, willing himself to calm down.
“I like you too,” Jimin mumbles sleepily. “M’too tired,” he adds.
And Jeongguk knows. Jimin falls asleep just like that, with Jeongguk still buried deep inside of him. And even though Jeongguk feels exhausted too, he doesn’t hesitate to clean Jimin up and put him to bed. First, he takes a moment to watch his cum sliding out of Jimin’s hole once he pulls out and he sighs heavily before actually cleaning him up, making sure nothing stays inside. He cleans down his body with a warm wet towel and then discards the sheets that have been ruined, as well as the pillow.
It’s a good thing they’re leaving tomorrow, otherwise he’d find it hard explaining the whole mess. He brings out new sheets and covers Jimin with them and takes off his clothes before slipping under with Jimin, pulling him to his chest and loving the feel of his warm, naked body against his. Jeongguk nuzzles into Jimin’s soft hair and breathes him in.
And before he can realize what’s happening, he’s falling asleep, happily pressed to Jimin.