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Jimin has always been attracted to dicks. He can’t remember a time when he wasn’t opening an incognito tab and searching up gay porn, ogling over all the men he saw. But being attracted to dicks and wanting to fuck the person it’s attached to is one thing. It’s an entirely separate feeling when he fantasizes over how it might feel splitting himself open with a particular dick.
So yeah, fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.
He shouldn’t have even remembered that night from how much alcohol he consumed and the couple times he joined the smoking circle in the backyard. The next morning, he should have woken up without a single memory from the night before. And yet, he vividly remembers going upstairs, swaying down the hallway, bursting into the first bathroom (that conveniently doesn’t lock ever since someone drunkenly crashed into it), and finding a tall boy standing over the toilet with his dick out.
Large and pretty dick. Drool-worthy frankly. It was mid-stream so the boy couldn’t tuck himself back in when Jimin continued to stare like a lost fool.
“Do you mind?” the boy asked, awkward as he tried to cover his dick up with one of his hands. It didn’t hide much at all.
“It’s…really nice,” Jimin slurred. His tongue was heavy and having trouble formulating any words with how wet his mouth was suddenly.
He only came to his senses when the boy grimaced. He had quickly stumbled back out and ran away to hide in his room afterwards, promptly knocking out from the alcohol and sheer embarrassment. When he woke up again, and the boy’s dick still plagued his mind, Jimin masturbated with his trusty fleshlight— multiple times . Enough times over the course of the week that it felt like he was going to rub his foreskin off no matter how much lube he squirted into the toy.
It couldn’t be helped. Every time he thought of that dick, instead of how pretty it would look flopping as he fucked the boy, he imagined how good it would taste buried down his throat. And how afterwards, it would be nice and prepped to mess him up in all sorts of ways. Having always been a top throughout his sex life, he never put dicks and his own ass into the same equation; and he has a nice ass, too. Plenty for a bottom to hold onto as he fucks into them. But never has someone slipped a hand down and played in between.
Jimin swallows around a bit of shame as he lays back in his bed, a week later, mulling again over how a singular dick has managed to rock his world. Metaphorically speaking. He doesn’t even know the boy’s name, nor if he’s gay. It would be a fucking hate crime if he had his bottom epiphany over a straight man. That revelation alone is enough to stir Jimin into action, determined to find the pretty boy again and untangle the web of sexual confusion he spun within him.
***
And whether by divine intervention or something akin to manifestation, his questions are promptly answered the following Monday when his tutor for English is replaced by the same boy he’s been obsessing over for the past week. Jimin ducks into an aisle of bookshelves, peeking in between the little gaps to gawk at the boy sitting at where he usually meets up with his tutor.
He whips out his phone and pulls up the camera app, immediately regretting wearing a beanie that hides his newly dyed blond hair. His lips are a bit chapped, too, and he skipped his skincare routine that morning because he slept in (truly a chronic flaw at this point no matter how many alarms he sets). It figures the day he’s less careful with his appearance is the one he needs to impress a potentially gay man.
Please don’t be straight, please don’t be straight.
Jimin rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, bolstering himself with his usual confidence, before storming out of the aisle and yanking out the chair across from the boy. He sits down with a loud plop, his book bag thunking onto the ground. The boy startles, his round eyes a tad wider from the lenses of his glasses.
“Um, Park Jimin?”
“Nice to meet you. And you’re my new English tutor, right?”
The boy takes a second to respond before finally he sets aside his laptop, nodding.
“Yeah, um, Jeon Jungkook. I’m not as fluent as your previous tutor Namjoon but you’re only in your second year of foreign language, so I should be able to help you just fine.” Jimin hums, distracted by the yellow striped collared shirt Jungkook’s wearing with two smiley flowers stitched onto the chest. It's cute. The boy is cute. And Jimin is absolutely fucked in all ways except the one he’s truly looking for.
Jungkook launches right into the workload, seemingly not even recognizing him. Which is probably for the better. Staring at another guy’s dick in the bathroom is already a big no-no but complimenting it as well? There are some things you can’t come back from, and Jimin’s pretty sure that’s one of them.
He follows Jungkook’s lead, however, gnawing on a festering trepidation the longer the elephant in the room goes unaddressed. What if Jungkook thinks he’s a creep? He would probably think the same if the roles were reversed. He subtly slaps his forehead, hiding his face as his cheeks heat up in shame. No more drinking. Ever . Not if that’s how he’s going to behave.
“You wanna go over what you got wrong on this test? We have a little bit of time left,” Jungkook says, not looking up from where he jots down notes in the margins of an old test he must’ve printed out beforehand. And that’s been the case for most of the hour—Jungkook refusing to meet Jimin’s eyes and when they do happen to cross, he quickly turns away.
Feeling nauseas and like the lowest bit of scum on Earth, Jimin fists his hands against his thighs and blurts, “I’m so sorry!”
Jungkook finally looks up in shock.
“About last week. In the bathroom. I shouldn’t have done that. If you don’t want to be my tutor, I’ll understand. I’ll have them switch again.”
“We…we’ve met each other before?” Jungkook asks. His dark eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“At the Kappa Sig party. I walked in on you going to the bathroom.” Jimin cringes as he explains. Going over it in retrospect, and not under any type of horny lenses, reminds him just how bad it was.
“Oh.”
There’s a pause, then everything clicks into place.
“You don’t remember?”
“Not really,” Jungkook admits sheepishly, scratching his neck with a hand littered with small tattoos. How didn’t he notice those earlier? “I got pretty drunk that night and did a lot of things I probably would regret if I remembered most of them. Uh, I was trying to cope with a bad week, so…but I accept your apology! As long as you didn’t assault me or something.”
“What? No ! I just… I mean I may have stared a bit at your dick but there was no touching! Fuck, this is so awkward,” Jimin whines into his hand, trying to pull his beanie over his eyes and hide away from the world—specifically the pretty boy across from him who’s biting back a smile.
“Then we’re good. No harm done. I can still be your tutor.” Jimin pulls his beanie up a bit and peeks at Jungkook.
“You don’t mind that a guy stared at your dick?”
Jungkook pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, contemplating his answer. “Not really.”
Jimin swallows hard, trying to search Jungkook’s face and the words to confirm the question blaring inside his head. He shifts in his seat, slowly sitting up straighter and adjusting his rings, fiddling with his earrings before subtly playing with the neckline of his crew neck, lowering it a bit further to show off his rainbow Creation of Adam tattoo.
He knows Jungkook’s watching, even if he tries to avert his gaze and absently mess with the printed-out test in front of him.
And God, please let him take the hint and understand what I’m getting at.
Jimin’s not sure he can take another clueless person that doesn’t think he’s gay unless they’re explicitly told.
“How was it?” Jungkook asks at last. “My dick.”
Jimin’s mouth parts into what could probably be considered a jaw drop and suddenly he’s a lot less confident than he normally is when it comes to flirting. What’s the most socially acceptable way to wax poetic about someone’s dick to their face?
“I said it was really nice,” he says with a low voice. “But nice is probably an understatement.”
Jungkook’s throat bobs as he swallows, looking down to tap his pen, seemingly at a loss for words. “That’s good, then.”
***
Things don’t go beyond that, and they leave each other with a promise to meet up again later that week. Jimin anticipates the day, preparing to lay his attraction for Jungkook out on display. All his cards, no holding back, and pray that Jungkook is even somewhat interested in having sex with him.
They meet at the library on Wednesday and resume where they left off. Jungkook keeps professional, or whatever sense of that there is for two college students, and Jimin pines from across the table. It would save him a lot of trouble if he could just outright ask, but a part of him thrills in the chase. Their campus isn’t too large, and the LGBTQ+ community even smaller, which makes the pool for dating a messy can of worms. And since he’s basically sworn off dating apps altogether, he relies on the convenience of those he’s already had sex with or an inevitable introduction to their friends.
Jungkook poses as a breath of fresh air. Something new and exciting that urges Jimin to return to the headspace he arrived at college with. Back then, he was eager to pursue his sexuality with other grown men. Nowadays, he’s become rather lazy and complacent, and in return, has had his serving of unfulfilling sexual relations.
No more though.
Jimin gathers air into his lungs and holds it, grounding himself before slowly releasing the breath and hardening his resolve. He inches his foot forward, heart beating hard at the promise of what he’s about to do. He bites down on his lip when the tip of his shoe nudges Jungkook’s foot. He keeps it there, frozen, waiting for Jungkook to make the next move. But after another long minute of nothing in return, Jimin softly nudges again and trails it along what feels like the side of Jungkook’s foot.
His gaze stays on his textbook, face burning when he sees Jungkook looking up at him from his peripherals. Then Jungkook slides his foot away. His heart drops, and he chews harder on his bottom lip, feeling a bruise starting to form. His mind begins to spiral into an anxiety riddled pit before his ankle is suddenly locked with Jungkook’s and chunky sandals are gently stroking up his lower calf.
Jimin softly gasps and shifts in his seat, immediately riled up. But he keeps quiet and glances around them. The other tables are filled to the brim with students and if anyone were to look over, they’d see their legs pressed intimately together. Neither of them goes farther than caressing each other’s ankles and calves, which is probably for the best. Yet the longer he feels the heat of Jungkook’s skin against his, leg hair tickling, the more he wants to take Jungkook down an empty book aisle and kiss him senseless. Maybe be a little friskier and ask if he can shove his hand down those dark leopard print shorts he drooled over when they greeted each other earlier.
His eyes flutter at the image, heady way too quickly for a simple footsie play. He peeks around again before unlatching his ankle and carefully taking off his slipper. He rests his foot on the inside of Jungkook’s thigh and slides across to his crotch.
“Jimin,” Jungkook stutters. He ignores him and gently rubs where he can feel Jungkook’s dick. A warm hand grasps his ankle as if to stop him and he pauses, finally looking into Jungkook’s eyes. A long moment of staring ensues. Instead of throwing his foot off, though, Jungkook steadies it there with his grip and tentatively grinds up.
“Have you ever done this before?” Jimin asks, voice hoarse.
“Never.”
Jimin releases a shaky breath, muscles tense from the constant doubt of being discovered any second. The hand on his ankle slides up and cups his Achilles tendon, forcing his foot harder into Jungkook’s growing dick. He nervously messes with his hair, tucking it behind his ear, playing with the baby hairs at the base of his neck.
“Does it feel good?” He whispers. Jungkook licks his lips and looks up through hooded eyes.
“Too good.” Jungkook takes a big breath and clenches his jaw, as if tamping down on a moan. “I think I should go to the restroom.”
“ No .” Jimin quickly slides his foot off, already missing the warmth of Jungkook’s palm and the girth of his cock perfectly fitting in the arch of his foot.
“Just… follow me.” Jimin puts his slipper back on and stands up on shaky legs, cramped from the last hour of sitting. His fingers trail across the table as he walks around it and flits over Jungkook’s arm that rests on top. He doesn’t look behind him to see if Jungkook follows, only prays that Jungkook wants this— him —as badly as he wants Jungkook.
The campus library is teeming with students, every aisle and corner occupied and forcing Jimin to march all the way to the back of the building, pressed against the brick wall separating staff rooms. He turns down an aisle with rows of number and color-blocked encyclopedias, breathing a sigh of relief when it and the aisles on either side prove empty. Jungkook’s not far behind, stepping into the aisle a moment later and standing in front of Jimin.
“I don’t really do this kind of stuff,” he mutters. Jimin slips his hands onto Jungkook’s waist and gently pulls him closer so that he can taste his breath, inches away from stealing a kiss he’s imagined since he first sat down at the table.
“Honestly, same.” He laughs, quiet in case anyone walks nearby. “But I really want you right now.” He slides his hands to the small of Jungkook’s back, gentle but firm in pressure as he uses the leverage to draw their bodies closer together.
Jungkook grips at his elbows, lightly squeezing, before he trails them up to cup both sides of Jimin’s neck, using his thumbs to tilt his head upward and remedy the remaining height difference between them. Their noses brush against each other, and he relishes the tension, the extended moment before finally tasting the flavored balm on Jungkook’s lips.
It’s close-lipped and warm, their mouths soft against each other. He applies a bit more force, greedy in his desire, and Jungkook effortlessly matches it. Calloused palms smooth over his jawline as they open their mouths wider to sample the fullness of each other’s bottom lips.
“You’re a really good kisser,” he breathes when they part. His hands move down Jungkook’s back to play at the hem of his black t-shirt, reveling in the heat emanating off of him.
“Can I take off your beanie?” Jungkook asks, long fingers threading through the grown-out baby hairs at Jimin's nape.
“Yeah, why though?”
“I like to play with my partner’s hair.” Heat travels fast through Jimin’s body and his hands quickly duck under Jungkook’s t-shirt to pet the hot, silky skin underneath, firm and muscled. His fingers dip into a defined back line, caressing the skin there and enjoying how the touch encourages Jungkook’s back to arch further.
Their lips meet again, more wetly, tongues softly licking into each other. True to his word, Jungkook toys with his hair, weaving it through his fingers, a ginger tug or scratch that pulls a quiet moan from Jimin. His body heats up more, blood pulsing against his skin, stomach pulling into careful knots ready to be unwound by the dirtiest of touches.
Jungkook shuffles forward and presses tightly against him, slotting his hard cock against Jimin’s pelvis, slightly too high for them to rut against each other properly. He gropes Jungkook’s ass for stability as he tiptoes to get the proper angle to mold their dicks together.
“ Fuck ,” Jungkook whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Jimin squeezes hard around handfuls of ass and dives for another open-mouthed kiss, savoring the taste of spit and lip balm. Jungkook’s the first to grind forward, slipping one leg to the side to cage Jimin for easier access, and with each grind, it becomes deeper and slower, allowing for both of them to feel every inch of each other’s cocks. Every hard ridge and line that makes Jimin’s mouth water.
His hands grip harder onto Jungkook’s ass. It’s toned and ample enough to squeeze and smack, and the desire clouding his head urges him to feel up everything, rubbing below at thick thighs before grabbing at his ass again. Jungkook pulls back and kisses down his jawline, using one hand in his hair to encourage him to tilt his head sideways and offer more skin to suck at. His lips caress the juncture of Jimin's jawline before lightly nipping and moving to his earlobe.
“I want you to wear your rings when you finger me. The biggest ones you have so I can really feel it,” Jungkook whispers. Jimin almost moans his consent, anything to please the beautiful boy in his arms. Until the words actually register inside his head.
A cold sensation douses his lust and clears his mind long enough to pull his face away and after a second longer, drop his hands too. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow.
“Too much?”
“Uh, no…” Jimin licks his bottom lip nervously. He’d love nothing more than to obey Jungkook’s wishes but he has his own wishes as well and they’re starting to appear more farfetched the longer Jungkook’s face remains puzzled.
“It’s really hot—trust me,” he starts off, feeling like he at least needs to reassure Jungkook that he hasn’t crossed a line or something. “And you’re a fucking wet dream and fingering you would be really, really hot.”
God why do I sound like the biggest dumbass?
“But ever since I saw your dick at that party… I’ve been fantasizing about getting completely railed by you. And I don’t normally feel that way, so I’m a bit out of my depth.” Jimin swallows hard and looks down, unable to meet Jungkook’s round and dark eyes. Instead of stepping away, which is what Jimin’s expecting for ruining the mood with his awkward confession, the hand in his hair cups his nape and tenderly strokes the sides.
“You usually top?” he asks softly. Jimin take a moment to carefully nod. “And because of my dick, you want to try out bottoming?”
Again, Jimin nods, heat that is definitely not from pleasure flooding his cheeks. It’s silent for a long moment but the hand at his nape continues to stroke and ease his anxiety.
“That’s kind of hot.”
Jimin whips his head up, nearly knocking into Jungkook’s chin.
“You’re not turned off?”
“Why should I? It’s really sexy that you want to try bottoming for me. And I’m not gonna lie, it’s kind of nice too that you’re not afraid to step out of your comfort.” Jungkook caresses his bottom lip before placing a chaste kiss there.
“But are you okay if we’re both stepping out of our norms?”
Jimin tilts his head in confusion, and Jungkook smiles a bit too amused.
“It would be my first time topping. You’ll have to really trust me to take care of you. Plus, I may need some pointers along the way to pleasure you better.”
Jimin’s lips part into a comical oh , and he’s once more ashamed of himself.
“I didn’t even consider what your preferences might be.”
“I’m not strict on them. I’m more picky about whether or not a partner can keep up.” He quirks up an eyebrow, making a funny face that draws a fuller laugh out of Jimin. The hand in his hair pulls out and Jungkook winds his arms around Jimin’s waist, pressing them close again and using strength Jimin hadn’t assessed upon first impressions to lift him from the floor. He clutches onto Jungkook’s flexed biceps in awe.
Fuck, fuck, why is he so strong? Where did these muscles come from?
In his panicked state, he holds onto Jungkook tighter, blunt fingernails digging in, not noticing the small wince from Jungkook.
“I work out a lot.” Jungkook jostles him from his hold around his waist, as if teasing him and his flaming cheeks more. “So, I could probably hold you up as I fuck you. If that’s something you’re interested in.”
“What the fuck,” Jimin whines. He hides his face into Jungkook’s neck and pushes away any images of being spread wide open mid-air and impaled on a big, pretty dick. It’s too much for him to handle inside an innocuous library book aisle.
Jungkook chuckles into Jimin’s ear. “To be honest, I’ve always wanted to get fucked like that but the guys I have sex with can never hold me up. I got serious about weight training once I realized that the person who does fuck me that way will have to earn it—carry me and all my muscles. What about you Jimin? You’ve ever split open a partner while holding them up in your arms?”
“A few times. Usually, they aren’t that adventurous though.”
“I’m very adventurous,” Jungkook says. His tone, serious yet soft, has Jimin’s heart skipping several beats, blood once more rushing and pulsing. He pulls back from Jungkook’s neck and captures his lips into a desperate kiss, eager to feel those pliant lips move against his, tongue dipping and sliding against his own.
He’s carefully set back down but Jungkook’s arms remain secure around his waist.
“I want you to fuck my throat at least once before we have sex,” Jimin whispers. He feels down Jungkook’s chest until he reaches his crotch and with one more look at Jungkook’s hooded eyes, grabs onto his cock and pumps it a couple times. “I need to taste this pretty dick of yours before you ruin me with it.”
“You like it that much?” Jungkook asks through a lopsided smile. Jimin hums and starts kissing down his jaw to his neck, sucking a tiny mark here or there.
“Can I look?”
Jungkook licks his lips before peering around, seemingly contemplating their options, until finally he jerks his head for consent. Jimin slips his fingers behind the elastic band of the leopard-print shorts, pulling it away and snapping it softly. He does it over a couple times, relishing the quiet curse Jungkook offers every time.
“I like these shorts. They’re fun.”
“Are you sure it’s not because you can stare at my legs and have easier access to my dick?” Jungkook teases.
“Well…” Jimin pulls the waistband down a bit and uses his other hand to pull Jungkook’s cock up so that it peeks above the waistband. “That’s definitely as good as any reason. But I do appreciate tiny shorts, especially if they’re worn by the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”
“Careful, Jimin,” Jungkook whispers, ducking his head down and nosing along one side of his cheek. “I might fuck that throat of yours right here and now if you keep it up.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“Do you have a condom?”
Jimin sighs and shakes his head, eyes trained on the tip of Jungkook cock and how thick it is wrapped in the palm of his hand. He rubs the pad of his thumb over it, fiddling with the wet little slit at the top and smearing the precum he can coax out.
“You feel so good in my hand. Fantasized about you all week. Had me fucking into my fleshlight so hard.” He pulls the elastic waistband down further until it hooks under Jungkook’s balls and he has an eyeful of the big, pretty dick he’s been drooling over ever since that fateful party. It’s just as perfect as he last remembered, more so under the natural lighting of the library and contrasting with the pale tan of his skin.
“Wanna see you, too,” Jungkook says gruffly. It takes a moment for Jimin to snap out of his daze as large hands play with the button of his khaki shorts. “You okay with that?”
He nods, breathless in anticipation. His shorts are promptly undone and slide down far enough to reveal his tight briefs.
“You fill these out nicely.” Jungkook rubs across the front then towards the back where he grabs hard at his ass.
“ Fuck , I’m so turned on, baby,” Jimin whispers as he tilts his head back and tracks the webs of hotness trailing through his body, pulling every muscle tight and stirring his stomach into a mess of nerves and lust. He shivers when his briefs are pulled down and his dick exposed to cool air. It’s shortly mollified though by the wrap of Jungkook’s hand, rough and warm and firm with his strokes.
“I wish I could’ve seen you play with yourself. Desperately fucking into a toy when what you really wanted was to be that toy yourself, huh? Wanted my big dick deep inside you the whole time. Isn’t that right?” Jungkook presses the words hot and breathy against his ear, interspersing with kisses along the shell and small nips at the little hoops in his lobes.
“Did you play with your hole too?”
Jimin’s grasp on Jungkook’s cock loosens at the question, on the verge of collapsing from how weak his limbs feel from the sheer lust ravaging every last rational thought.
“Every time I tried touching, I would instantly cum,” Jimin admits. “But now I guess you can take my hole’s virginity, yeah? You can be the first one to fuck inside it, split me open and shape me to your cock only.” Jimin almost doesn’t finish his sentence before Jungkook’s swooping in and locking his mouth into a searing kiss, pushing him hard into the shelf behind them and bumping their fists together as they both jerk each other off.
“Just like that,” Jungkook mutters, followed by a groan when Jimin joins both of his hands onto his cock and pumps them in tandem, one occasionally slipping down to fondle his balls. They pant into each other’s mouths, quiet rustling from their harried movements the only indication of what they’re truly doing should anyone overhear.
Jimin looks down and tamps back the loud groan that builds in his throat. Their dicks strain and throb under their ministrations and it’s quite possibly the hottest thing he’s ever seen—maybe only second to when he first saw Jungkook’s cock. He gathers a large puddle of spit in his mouth before bending down, momentarily halting Jungkook’s hand on his dick, and letting it drop onto both of them. As the first glob of saliva slides down their tips and onto their knuckles, Jimin gathers more spit and dribbles it out again.
The extra wetness sheens their cocks and allows for an even slicker slide than their precum allowed.
“There, baby. Should be easier now.”
Jungkook moans something small and dark before he ruthlessly faps his hand once more, tighter and dirtier, and causing Jimin to hunch over in pleasure, mouth agape and eyes rolling back.
“That’s it,” Jungkook whispers. He kisses and sucks at Jimin’s jaw and throat, keeping to a small space that will be littered with a multitude of little red and purple marks later. “Cum in my hand. Wanna taste your cum—use it to finish jerking me off. Gonna look so pretty when you’re hanging off my cock, Jimin. You just gotta cum for me now so that we can go somewhere else and I can fuck you for the rest of the day. You’d like that, yeah? Have you cockwarm me until I can fuck my cum back into you. Get you nice and wet all over again—”
“Jungkook!” Jimin’s orgasm rips through him hard. He nearly topples over if it weren’t for Jungkook’s hold on his waist, legs shaking whenever he tries to put any type of weight onto them. Jungkook strokes him through every last second of it until Jimin has to weakly slap his hand away or else he risks going too far and peeing all over the both of them.
“You good?”
“You have the dirtiest fucking mouth, Jeon Jungkook.”
Jungkook smiles wickedly.
“Just wait till you can see what else it can do.”
A rush of approaching voices and their accompanying steps dispels over any lingering desire at the words. Jimin fumbles over tucking himself back in, and Jungkook smoothly snaps the waistband of his shorts back over his still hard cock. Jimin gazes forlornly at the lost.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get to cum.”
“Mm, that’s okay. I’ll just make good use of your throat later.” Jungkook’s casual tone, with a group of students passing by the aisle, almost knocks Jimin over. He rubs at his chest to soothe the rapid beating of his heart.
“Are you positive you’ve never topped?”
Jungkook shoots him a weird face.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Jimin shrugs. “I don’t know… I guess nothing. It’s just usually the bottoms I’ve been with don’t really take the lead during sex, so I’m not used to the way you’re talking.”
“I’m confident in myself, Jimin. And pretty good at sex. Trust me when I say that whether I top or bottom, that’s never gonna change.”
Jimin peers down the aisle and waits to see if anyone else is coming before gripping the back of Jungkook’s neck and kissing him. It lasts no longer than several firm kisses and him lightly sucking on Jungkook’s bottom lip as he pulls away.
“Clear your schedule for this weekend. I wanna make sure I can fuck you like you deserve once I get my fill of your pretty dick.”
“Careful what you wish for. There’s no guarantee that once I’ve fucked you dumb once, that’s all you’ll be satisfied with,” Jungkook murmurs. Excitement stirs up inside Jimin, leaving him breathless and unable to contain a smile. He rests his hands on Jungkook’s ass and pats twice.
“I think we’re gonna be a good match, Jeon Jungkook.”