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Jimin doesn't remember how long he's been dreaming of painting bruises along the smooth of Jungkook's skin but it's nothing compared to the reality.
Isn't that what they tell you? How you know you've "made it"--when you don't want to go to sleep because reality is finally better than your dreams? Well, Jimin thinks, breathing long through his nose as Jungkook thumbs at the leather collar fitted snug around Jimin's neck, this is it.
Park Jimin, aspiring manhwa artist (read: coveted gay porn writer) has officially #MadeIt.
And social media can keep on dreaming because Jimin doesn't plan on sharing Jungkook, oh no, not when Jungkook is running his palms down Jimin's torso like he could sink his fingers into Jimin's skin and soak in the heat simmering right beneath his ribs, not when Jungkook is bending down to mouth at Jimin's nipple, biting down and pulling back, swirling his tongue like he can taste the sweet and tang of Jimin's desire, pooling in his belly, shooting straight down to his cock pressing hard and uncomfortable against the material of his boxers.
No, Jimin is going to keep this Jungkook all to himself.
But maybe he'll do something loosely inspired by this in the near future. Maybe.
"What was it that you had us do first?" Jungkook asks, lips against Jimin's shoulder blades as he presses his palm down over Jimin's hardening cock, leaning up to lick at the two-week old bar in Jimin's ear, making him hiss, heat prickling across his cheek, down his front, Jimin digging his fingers into Jungkook's back if only to ground himself to this dream-like-reality.
"Was it the wall fucking--" Jungkook grounds his hips down over Jimin's crotch, their cocks brushing with too many layers of fabric in between, the both of them groaning out in unison, voices choked and strangled by the half-taken breaths pulsing from one chest to another. "Or," Jungkook continues, dragging his tongue down the side of Jimin's neck, "was it the shower scene?"
"W-well technically," Jimin manages, somehow, around Jungkook's lips, now pressed against his own, Jungkook's tongue lapping into his mouth, hot and heedy, "I drew th-the shower scene first--" he groans as Jungkook sucks on his lower lip, hand slowly inching into his underwear, thumb grazing in soft circles around the tender skin of the base of his cock, all the while rutting against Jimin's leg, the hard heat of Jungkook's own erection painfully obvious there.
"But~?" Jungkook eggs him on with a grin, pulling back, eyes wide and bright, pupils so blown they're almost all black, the ring of light brown like halos, like angels, like fire or sunset. Jimin tries to catch his breath, tries to find it and he almost can't. Jungkook's grin widens as he runs his thumb up along the length of Jimin's cock and watches as Jimin's eyelids flutter, his body arch into the touch, every nerve on edge as Jungkook wraps his hand around Jimin's length and pumps it slow, languid, unhurried.
"B-but chroni--god--" Jimin hisses as Jungkook presses a finger into the slit of his cock and draws the precum around the head, lowering his lips to Jimin's collarbones to suck even more bruises into the spaced in between the ones already blooming there.
"Go on," Jungkook says, nosing into Jimin's neck, breathing him in like life, like love but it's too early for talk of that just yet.
"Chronologically," Jimin grits out as Jungkook varies his pace, other hand squeezing at Jimin's ass, lifting his hips up to tug his underwear off completely tossing it off somewhere into the room, "th-the wall scene comes first."
Jimin swears up and down his entire family tree that that was the longest, most complicated sentence he'd ever formulated. Or at least, ever formulated with a hand down his pants, another wiggling between his asscheeks to tease at his hole. He whimpers as Jungkook shimmies down to settle between Jimin's legs, flashing his teeth up at Jimin with a wicked light in his eyes.
"So, which one should we do first?" he says as he breathes over the head of Jimin's cock and Jimin almost yelps, cheeks so hot they might melt right off his face as he looks down over the length of his own body, passed his own very hard, aching cock to Jungkook's mouth, so tantalizingly close Jimin feels himself shiver.
Grasping at some last strand of his usual eloquence, Jimin manages, "Well the wall might be better first--the showers gonna be--" but he cuts off with a gasp because Jungkook is sucking him down whole, lips stretched over Jimin's cock, swallowing around him, cheeks hollowed and Jimin feels himself ascending. For a solid minute, Jimin can't make out anything other than his own broken moans and the wet slurp of Jungkook deepthroating him, sucking him off so hard Jimin feels tears pressing up against the back of his eyes.
"--showers gonna be wet?" Jungkook finishes, pulling off Jimin with a very loud pop, licking his lips, now shiny and pink and slightly swollen. Jimin bites down the urge to tug him up by the hair and kiss him till he doesn't know one day from the next, but on second thought--he lets his fingers curl into Jungkook's hair and tugs him up with a jerk of the wrist. Jungkook gasps and his fingers dig into the flesh of Jimin's ass as he allows himself to be hauled back up Jimin's body, lips meeting somewhere between then and now, Jimin kissing him so hard he's moaning into Jimin's mouth.
Jimin smirks against Jungkook's lips and runs a rough hand down his front, pushing passed his boxers with a single-minded ease, drinking down the little gasps Jungkook makes as Jimin flicks at the head of Jungkook's cock. Jungkook's teeth come down around Jimin's bottom lip and there's a sharp sting and a flood of metallic as Jimin jerks back, eyes wide. Jungkook meets his gaze head on and lavs at the small wound with his tongue, grinning.
"That's not how the scene goes," he chides, almost sing-song as he kisses Jimin's nose and pulls back to pat at Jimin's calves. "C'mon, get up."
Jimin blinks, feeling half embarrassed, half irked--so Jungkook really wasn't kidding about playing out those scenes. Jungkook quirks an eyebrow.
"We can't wall fuck on a bed--dunno if you know, but that's not how wall fucking works."
Jimin whines, wiggling his hips, "Can't we bed fuck first and then wall fuck?"
Jungkook laughs, slipping off the foot of the bed, wrapping his hands around Jimin's ankles and giving them a sharp tug so Jimin is sliding down with a yelp, being dragged unceremoniously towards Jungkook, who wastes no time in hoisting Jimin's legs up around his waist and pulling Jimin up so he's settled right over Jungkook's hips, their chests pressed, Jungkook’s arms looping easily around Jimin's back.
And Jimin would be lying through his teeth if he said that the way Jungkook can literally throw him around doesn't turn him on like nothing else in the world. He chews on his lower lip, arms locked around Jungkook's neck as Jungkook smiles at him, their faces now level, eyes flickering down to catch on the dark leather of the collar still snug around Jimin's neck.
"That's so fucking nice," he says, almost to himself, before leaning in and kissing the skin right above it, "wish you told me about all this sooner."
Jimin whines, bucking down against Jungkook, who still has his underwear on and Jimin thinks that's got to be some kind of heresy.
"You make your character this needy too?" Jungkook asks, adjusting his grip on Jimin's thighs as he makes his way over to the bedroom wall and presses Jimin into it, smiling at the way Jimin shivers when his back comes into contact with the cool of the wall. It's all so much gentler than Jimin had imagined, but then again, Jungkook has been just so much more than he could ever have imagined.
"Only sometimes," Jimin answers truthfully, blushing a little too hard and Jungkook laughs, running his hands up Jimin's sides, touch light and almost chaste, but the next moment, he's pinning Jimin's wrists up above his head with one hand and there's nothing remotely chaste about the way he's looking at Jimin, with a kind of carnal intensity that burns to the touch.
"I like it when he's needy," Jungkook says, whispers with his lips brushing by Jimin's cheek, free hand working his own boxers down over his hips, their cocks pressing up against each other and god, Jimin jerks at the contact, Jungkook's hips twitching as well. "I especially like the part where he begged to be fucked open against the wall," he continues, and Jimin feels like melting, soft little moans pushing passed his lips and really, it's embarrassing how hard he is, how close he is, just from the sound of Jungkook's voice, the words on his lips sounding like the most perfect kind of sin.
"I'm a big fan of your work, author-nim," Jungkook drags the words along Jimin's shoulder, back up to his earlobe, nibbling at it with a grin, "could you reenact that scene with me?"
Jimin whimpers as Jungkook swirls his hips and their cocks rub against each other again, this time, Jungkook wrapping a hand around them both, running his thumb along the heads, spreading the precum around between them, palm still painfully dry.
"Pretty please?" Jungkook adds, jerking his wrist as he pumps his hand along their lengths once, Jimin moaning out loud, head falling forward against Jungkook's shoulder, mind almost too gone for words.
"P-please," Jimin says--begs--voice on the verge of breaking, "need you--Jungkook--want you to fuck me against the wall till I cry--please, please--" and Jungkook's answering groan is more than enough reason for Jimin to keep on going, mouth moving before his brain can process the words, body working on instinct more than intellect now, "want--want your cock inside me--wanna be fucked open by your cock--want your cum inside me, want--" he gets cut off by Jungkook's lips, hot and wet and sloppy this time, no longer so deliberate and refined as Jungkook lets Jimin's wrists go in favor of grabbing his ass to push him further up the wall, growling low in his throat as he pulls back to ask where the lube is.
"Bedside table," Jimin manages before he's being pulled off the wall half an inch as Jungkook reaches into the small drawer for the KY Jelly, popping the cap with a thumb and squeezing a fat dollop onto the tip of his own cock, the drip and shine making Jimin's mouth water.
He swallows just before Jungkook tosses the tube onto the bed and slams Jimin back into the wall, the impact knocking the breath from his chest, his head clapping back. Jungkook leans forward to suck at his Adam’s apple over the material of the collar and Jimin whines, panting as Jungkook spreads the lube down his cock, the cool wetness grazing against Jimin's cock as well, making him jerk and hiss.
"H-hurry up--please--Jungkook--"
"That desperate for my cock?" Jungkook asks, voice so low he grates through his chest, fingers working between Jimin's asscheeks, teasing at his hole. Jimin whines again, trying to wiggle down onto Jungkook's fingers, mind so gone he can barely process anything beyond the numbing heat and desire dripping down his spine.
"Yes, yes--want your cock fucking me into this wall till it breaks--"
Jungkook pushes two fingers into Jimin's hole and Jimin's voice cracks as he moans, eyes squeezing shut, head thrown back. Jungkook licks a fat column up Jimin's neck and buries his face in the crook between his neck and shoulder before fitting another finger into Jimin and Jimin arches so hard he comes off the wall entirely.
"Shit--so fucking tight--"
"Yes-yes--more, more--" Jimin tries to fuck down on Jungkook's fingers but Jungkook's got him pinned, the pressure in his lower back building till it aches but Jimin doesn't care, doesn't have the mind to care as Jungkook pulls his fingers from Jimin and lifts him up to line his cock up to Jimin's entrance.
"Please--" Jimin says, and Jungkook slides in, slowly, inch by excruciating inch, and they're both breathless when Jungkook bottoms out inside Jimin, clutching at each other, bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat.
"F-fuck--" Jungkook breathes out.
Jimin can barely whimper as he squeezes around Jungkook and Jungkook swears. Another couple breaths and Jimin is digging his fingers into the muscles of Jungkook's back.
"Fuck me--please--K-Kook--just fuck me--"
Jungkook snaps his hips, the both of them finding each other, fingers on skin, lips on lips, moaning into each other’s mouths as Jungkook finds a rhythm and fucks up into Jimin, the dull thumpthumpthump of their bodies against the wall growing ever louder as Jimin keens and begs.
"More--harder--haa--harder-yesyesyes--"
"So--fucking--demanding--" Jungkook makes out around Jimin's tongue, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust.
"G-gonna--gonna cum--" Jimin's voice is high and desperate, his eyes are screwed shut and he can barely breath for the heat drowning him out entirely, Jungkook's scent filling him up like drink and sanctity.
"Damn," Jungkook pulls both Jimin's arms up over his head again, mouthing at his neck, "haven't even touched you yet--"
"Kook please--need--need to--"
"Gonna cum without even being touched? So fucking desperate--"
Jimin yelps as Jungkook clamps his fingers around the base of Jimin's cock and bites into his shoulder, "You said you wanted to cry, didn't you?" and Jimin whines, shaking his head but Jungkook only smirks and fucks into him that much harder.
"Kinda--kinda wanna see you cry, Jiminie--" he says, fingers still tight around Jimin's cock, angling this thrusts to pound up against his prostate, sweat dripping down his forehead to collect along his collarbones. Jimin is panting so hard his chest is heaving, babbling and begging please, please, please, wanna cum--wanna cum--
"Then cum," Jungkook says, but his voice is teasing, and his fingers remain tight as ever as he fucks up into Jimin's prostate, kissing Jimin's cheeks as a broken sob rips from his lips, entire body going taut, mouth falling open as he cums dry, cock still hard when Jungkook fucks him down from his high, breathless as Jimin sniffles.
"T-that wasn't in th-the manuscript."
Jungkook chuckles, kissing Jimin hard and deep, "I like improv sometimes."
Jimin huffs, cheeks all too dark. "Still wanna cum."
Jungkook arches an eyebrow and grins, nodding, "You want it on the wall, I want you from behind--" he drops Jimin, pulling out with a soft hiss, "what do you say we put two and two together, hm?" his voice is low by Jimin's ear when he presses Jimin's cheek into the sweat-slick wall, pulling his hips back and sliding in with a hard thrust. The slide is easier this time, and Jimin's moans are cut off as Jungkook fixes both his hands on either side of Jimin's hips and ruts into him so hard Jimin has to brace his arms against the wall to keep from being smashed into it.
"Shit--you're so fuckin' hot--" Jungkook says, "could fuck you all night--"
Jimin almost yells when Jungkook bends over, pressing his chest to Jimin's back, wrapping a hand around his waist to fist at his cock, mouth hot by his ear.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Getting fucked raw right into the morning?"
Somewhere in the back of Jimin's mind, he marks down that Jungkook seems to have a thing for dirty talk, but it's quickly shoved aside when Jungkook moans long and loud, voice muffled by Jimin's shoulder.
"Fuck-fuck--shit--Jimin--so close--"
Jimin barely has the strength to nod, whole body wound so tight he can barely breathe, broken versions of Jungkook's name piling up on his tongue as he tries to get his voice to work--
"C-cumming--Kook--I--" Jimin's orgasm hits seconds before Jungkook's, and he feels Jungkook swelling inside him, the flood of heat and wet as Jungkook cums hard in his ass, hips stuttering as he slows, drawing out his own orgasm, hands still milking Jimin through his, fucking the cum right into Jimin as they both wind down.
"Ji--Jimin--"
Jimin squeezes experimentally around Jungkook and Jungkook jerks against his back, arm wrapping around Jimin's middle to pull him close, the pair stumbling back onto the bed, sweaty and panting on their sides, bodies thoroughly buzzed.
"That--that what you call improv?" Jimin asks, voice slurred and sleepy. He rests his hands on top of Jungkook's and Jungkook manages to lace their fingers. Jimin feels Jungkook's lips pressing against his shoulder, a grin along his skin.
"Not bad, hm?"
Jimin shakes his head with a tired laugh, "Not bad at all."
And after a moment of silence, Jungkook pulls the covers over them and hooks a leg over Jimin's body, locking him into Jungkook's chest, "Think you got some good material for next month's issue?"
Jimin laughs, turning his head slightly so he can kiss Jungkook properly, "Maybe--but we still have the shower scene, remember?"
Jungkook hums, smiling wide as he buries his nose in the back of Jimin's neck, letting out a long, contented breath, "How could I forget? That was my favorite scene."