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"Ughh..."
Jimin could hear the soft groaning of Jungkook on the hotel bed beside him. Heart beating, he perked his ears, his full attention on the man on the other side, not a sound or movement escaping him.
He heard the rustling of sheets and Jungkook's agonized groan. Carefully he blinked at the other side, not wanting to be discovered as awake on any account, and saw Jungkook, still half asleep, searchingly stroking the mattress. Apparently the drug had begun to kick in.
The drug he had offered Jungkook crushed in a glass of water before sleeping. The drug that would make Jungkook incredibly hard and horny. And the drug that Jimin had secretly obtained some time ago because he didn't know any other way to help himself.
He didn't know how else to help himself, how else to have Jungkook.
He thought he would go mad, completely insane, if he didn't have Jungkook very soon, at least once in his life.
Just this once.
Because Jimin doubted that things between the two of them would be the same after that, worst case Jungkook would discover his crime and take consequences.
But Jimin was willing to pull away if necessary, leaving the band, as long as Jungkook fucked him.
Fucking him for once, as Jimin had been fantasizing about for years, dreaming about every night and as he was willing to do anything for.
His usually strong moral compass was completely drowned out with his fantasies, his cravings, his consumption of Jungkook.
"Ahh" Jungkook moaned softly, breathing little puffs, and Jimin heard rustling sounding rhythmic all at once. He looked beside and saw Jungkook lying on his stomach, just as he had fallen asleep, only this time he was apparently humping the mattress.
Jimin's blood ran boiling hot suddenly. When he imagined that Jungkook was just trying to fuck the mattress with his hard cock, that maybe his boner was already a little wet with precome, and that hopefully soon he would feel the whole thing himself....
He swallowed hard and let himself roll onto his stomach as well, a position he never slept in, but he wanted to make it as easy as possible for Jungkook right away. Besides, his own cock had been twitching with interest all night, after seeing Jungkook greedily drink the whole glass of water in one gulp, and now it had awakened to full hardness in a flash.
He would have liked to do the same to Jungkook and start humping the mattress as well, at the same pace with him, but now that Jungkook could wake up any second, he definitely didn't want to risk getting caught.
"Mhhm what...", Jimin could now hear from his side, Jungkook’s voice more of a mumble and not very coherent, Jimin had no idea if from sleep or as an effect of the drug.
Blinking to the side he saw Jungkook lift his head from the pillow, he had been sleeping on his stomach, and now looked around sleepily. Quickly Jimin turned back onto his own mattress and turned his head away from Jungkook.
Now it was a matter of not moving and pretending to sleep like dead. Yet inside him it looked anything but dead. He felt more alive than ever, all his nerves were tense, every hair stood up on end and the blood pumped rushing fast in his veins. Still, for his plan to work, he had to pretend he wasn't conscious, then again, he was sure, the whole thing would never work. That's why he didn't react when Jungkook murmured his name in irritation, “Ji-Jimin?” Jimin could hear the rustling of cloth again and wondered what Jungkook was doing this time.
Jungkook breathed a "Too hot" and the next moment Jimin felt a piece of clothing land on his bare calf. It must have been flying across the room when Jungkook pushed it away. So he seemed to be undressing and Jimin's mind was running wild.
Had Jungkook taken off his shirt? The shirt that hide all these abs. Was his upper body enaked right now and his hard pecs moving fast up and down under his rapid breathing? Brown nipples that were perhaps also hard like Jungkook's length?
Jungkook's erection... Maybe he had also freed himself from his shorts and now lay there still in boxers and shirt, his boner pressing against the fabric, possibly even with a small wet spot where the tip was. Jimin had to swallow the spit he got just imagining his tongue wanting to greedily taste Jungkook's precome.
But the question was answered when, in the next moment, when Jimin could hear Jungkook getting up from his bed and crawling over into his. He tried to press himself next to Jimin on the small sliver of mattress, and Jimin could suddenly feeling his hot cock stroking along his bare leg, leaving a wet trail in its trail.
Jimin could only bite his pillow to stifle a loud moan. Jungkook had apparently rid himself of his shorts and boxers, leaving only the shirt on, and was now snuggling up to Jimin, his erection pressing against the shorts on Jimin's thigh.
So the aphrodisiac had also worked. He had sprayed Jungkook's sweater with a supposedly tempting pheromone. Since Jungkook had worn the sweater all day, his sensitive nose was already fixated on the smell and Jimin only had to put the sweater on, with the excuse that he was cold and it worked like a lure. He had made sure that the aphrodisiac came with the scent of peach, smelling like himself, so maybe in the future Jungkook would subconsciously get horny, remembering the night in some form, when he smelled Jimin.
Jungkook didn't hesitate long and was now starting to hump Jimin's leg. With his free arm, he reached into Jimin's shirt at the back and frantically kneaded the fabric while Jimin felt his hot breath against his neck, giving him goosebumps.
Jimin's own erection, meanwhile, was pulsing as if it had a life of its own, and he could hardly wait to finally have Jungkook's fat cock inside him, to feel his frantic swift thrusts inside his body. Involuntarily, he lifted his lower body slightly, presenting his ass more and thus trying to secretly lure Jungkook on the right track.
He almost regretted now that he hadn't gone to sleep bottomless, he had considered that for a brief moment to make Jungkook's access easier, but had then backed out because he had been afraid that his plan wouldn't work and he would have had to explain to Jungkook why he slept without pants in their shared hotel room.
His siren call seemed to work, because Jungkook slowly pushed himself on top of Jimin's body, paying no attention to his body weight and literally burying Jimin underneath him, but Jimin wouldn't have it any other way.
Incessantly, he rubbed his length against Jimin's lower body - thighs, ass cheeks, lower back - as he apparently searched for the best position to rub against him. Meanwhile, Jungkook's lightly thrusting movements caused Jimin to jerk slightly on the mattress as well, thus giving his cock some much-needed release.
It didn't take long for Jungkook to find the desired target as if his body had instinctively directed him there and his cock nestled in the crack of Jimin’s ass. As if realizing where he was, the rubbing became more of a thrusting and he began to fuck Jimin's ass over the thin piece of fabric.
Meanhwile Jungkook had his face buried in the junction of Jimin's neck and his shoulder, and greedily he inhaled Jimin's scent as he hoped, and if Jimin hadn't been so turned on, he probably would have laughed from the stimulation because it tickled.
However, that wasn't even something to think about right now, Jimin tried everything to continue to stay calm, his own boxer shorts soaked in the front by now, as much precome he was dripping. Alone Jungkook’s rutting felt so overwhelming to him, how many times had he already imagined this exact scenario.
Jimin couldn't help it and pressed his ass against Jungkook's erection, begging him to finally get rid of the thin piece of fabric between them. Just like his front side, the back side of his boxers was wet by Jungkook's precome by now and he had to claw his fingers into the sheets to not reach down and pull his shorts down himself, he thought he would go insane if he didn't finally feel Jungkook's length inside him.
At some point Jungkook seemed to realize too that it wasn't quite having the satisfying effect he needed, after he craved, the drug was driving him crazy and with clumsy hands reached between them both and began pulling down Jimin's shorts.
Jimin couldn't help it and lifted his hips to make it easier for Jungkook and had he been just a little more lucid in his mind, he would have realized immediately that Jimin was awake.
Jungkook pushed the shorts down only just as far as necessary, just above Jimin's knees, and he began frantically fucking his ass crack again.
Jimin had to muster every will effort in his body not to moan as he felt Jungkook's hot hard cock sliding along his sensitive asshole for the first time. He was sure he was able to cum just from the friction against his hole, so overwhelming did it feel to him to finally have Jungkook where he had wanted him for so long.
Jungkook's cock was completely wet from all the precome he was leaking, but given his fair length and width, that wouldn't be nearly enough for him to slide into Jimin with ease.
Fortunately, Jimin had already considered this and prepped himself after sending Jungkook to bed, made another trip to the bathroom and widened himself, using a lot of lube, which he could still feel wet inside him.
It was a risk, definitely, if Jungkook remembered what happened later it would probably give Jimin and his plan away, but it had been more important to Jimin that the one moment he had Jungkook the way he wanted - it was pleasurable for them both. He also hoped a little that the drug would blur Jungkook’s memories to the point where he no longer remembered all the details.
The thought gave his heart a little stab. It was a sad thought that Jimin would be able to remember every single movement, every single sound, every single feeling, remember until the day he died, that much he was sure of, and Jungkook, on the other hand, would probably forget everything and if only keep it as a dream or a vague hunch.
Jungkook's thrusts became more frantic, speaking of clear frustration at not finding his target and Jimin had thrown the greatest caution overboard by this point anyway, trying to help him by gyrating his hips and trying to direct Jungkook's cock to his hole.
When Jungkook finally pushed against him forcefully, Jimin's rim opened under the pressure, but given Jungkook's considerable cock and the resistance of his asshole, it took more for him to slide in. Jimin would have been only too happy to reach behind him and feel Jungkook's length in his hand and guide him where they both so wanted, needed, for him to penetrate. Fortunately, it seemed to dawn on Jungkook as well and he grabbed his erection himself and guided it firmly into Jimin's hole.
As his tip was about to breach Jimin's first ring of muscle, tears came to his eyes, the feeling was indescribable.
Pain and pleasure. Pain and pleasure. So much pleasure…
When Jungkook realized he had fought his way into the hot warmth, he withdrew his hand and braced himself on his arms to the right and left of Jimin, thrusting hard in one go.
Jimin had to bite his pillow, otherwise he would not have been able to suppress a noise. Jungkook, on the other hand, didn't care at all about the volume, his moaning had been so loud and deep, it reverberated through the hotel room into Jimin's ears and from there further into his heart and cock.
The feeling of being completely filled was so overwhelming, Jimin couldn't catch his breath for a moment and gasped with his mouth open, even though he was sober he also felt like he was on a drug, like he was on the most exclusive shit that gave him the greatest high ever - Jungkook's cock. He felt dizzy.
Jungkook lingered deep inside him for a moment before he began thrusting at a furious pace that spoke of the lust and desperation he must have felt since he had woken up.
He knew he wouldn't last long, it just felt too good for that, his whole body on fire, every single nerve ending hypersensitive to where Jungkook was touching him and his own hard length rubbing across the mattress in the light of Jungkook’s violent thrusts, by now Jimin’s cock was so dripping wet and he was more than close to the edge.
Jungkook had kept his arms braced beside Jimin, so he was no longer resting his full weight on him, but he was letting his hips thrust with full force, the sound of his balls slapping loudly against Jimin's ass cheeks like cheers of encouragement in the otherwise silent room, interrupted only by Jungkook's moans now and then.
Hopefully the other band members or staff on the same floor couldn't hear. On the other hand, Jimin didn't care much at this point, he secretly wished that everyone knew Jungkook had fucked him well, had made him his.
Jungkook’s thrusts became faster and more hurried and when he again bent his head down to sniff Jimin, this time taking his tongue to help lick the salt from the sensitive skin on his neck, Jimin couldn't help himself and after an embarrassingly short time he came, pouring hot and wet into his already soaked shorts.
He couldn't avoid it, but in the face of his orgasm, his walls involuntarily convulsed like crazy, literally sucking Jungkook's length into him as he was about to thrust again, ultimately bringing him to climax as well.
Jimin could feel Jungkook's cock twitching and pulsating inside him, pumping a new gush of cum deep inside him with each thrust, and the thought made him feel dizzy all over again, causing him to tremble. Despite his own short-lived orgasm, his flaccid cock gave an interested twitch, apparently he and his hole were equally hungry for Jungkook's cum.
Exhausted, Jungkook slumped down with his full weight on top of him, eliciting a low moan from Jimin, but he didn't seem to notice, still trying to catch his breath and burying his sweaty face deeper into Jimin's neck.
For Jimin, he would have wished for time to stand still at that moment, he was sure that there would never be anything that would even come close to that feeling again - Jungkook and he connected in every way, his weight on him, his length so deep inside him like he could feel it in his guts.
Jungkook's following words hit him all the harder.
"Jihun..." he mumbled, still in a daze.
Jimin froze and suddenly felt ice cold. He had known that Jungkook had feelings for Jihun, his boxing trainer. He had seen Jungkook's facial expression every time Jihun explained something to him and grabbed him to show him the correct position. Listened to Jungkook rave about his broad shoulders and tight muscles. Jimin had known that he no longer had a chance if he ever had one. Which is why he had eventually taken up to this extreme act.
And what served him only quite right, that was his punishment, the karma what struck. For finally being able to have Jungkook the way he wanted, Jimin was merely a substitute for Jihun to Jungkook.
He felt sick when he thought that Jungkook must have been thinking about Jihun the whole time he had been ramming into him and Jimin’s hands were shaking, he was ready to push Jungkook off of him and throw down all his cover, again tears came to his eyes, but this time for a different reason.
Jungkook meanwhile had started to gyrate his hips, still buried deep inside Jimin, his cock was still semi-hard, probably a side effect of the drug, Jimin guessed. At the same time he had begun to run his hands along Jimin's sides, his shirt had ridden way up by now and he could feel Jungkook's calloused fingers gently on his skin.
Slightly Jungkook lifted his head so that Jimin understood him better, however he still was mumbling. "Sorry Jihun... but Jimin is so soft." And as if to reinforce his words, he pressed his hands into Jimin's sides.
As quickly as the cold had come, it disappeared as Jimin's blood began to pump hotly in his veins once again. His heart hammered so loudly in his chest, echoing in his ears, that he could barely understand Jungkook. "So soft...so perfect." And with that, Jungkook began to thrust again, his cock by now already awakened to full hardness.
Jungkook knew exactly who he was fucking. And he liked it.
So was he busted? Would Jungkook know what happened tomorrow? Or would he dismiss it as a dream?
Jimin was still so lost in thought and first had to process the chaos of feelings inside him that he didn't notice it at first, but at some point he noticed a small twinge of pain on the back of his neck and now he registered that Jungkook was leaving hickeys on his skin.
If he hadn't already been lying down, Jimin probably would have fainted at that moment.
It was as if Jungkook had been able to read his mind and was now fulfilling another of his deepest desires and marking him. If it were up to Jimin, Jungkook could mark him in every way imaginable, be it spitting, jerking off or pissing on him, he would gratefully accept anything, so desperately and pathetically in love was he.
But these were things that would all be washed away with a shower, a hickey or a bite were something else, were at least briefly permanent.
Tomorrow, when it was all over and Jungkook might not remember any of it, Jimin would at least have his marks on his skin. He couldn't forget to take pictures.
When Jungkook started sucking on him again, he couldn't suppress it this time and gave a low moan, his own cock by now also hard and dripping again.
Unlike the previous time, Jungkook thrust slowly and deeply this time, it had something sensual about it, as if he was taking all the time in the world.
Again and again he grunted at how soft and good and tight Jimin felt, while his hands kneaded everywhere they could reach. He didn't think it could have gotten any better, but each moment felt even more awesome than the last.
Eventually, though, Jungkook's instincts and desire for release took over again, and he began pounding into Jimin once more. But somehow he didn't seem to like the position, so he lifted his own lower body, pulling Jimin's up with him, so that both were now in doggy style, with their upper bodies still pressed into the mattress.
Jimin wondered how much the drug was still working, Jungkook still seemed dazed but nowhere near as tired and clumsy as before. It was as if his thoughts were now filled only with his lust and the desire to fuck while chasing orgasm after orgasm.
And that's what he did.
Apparently satisfied with the position, he wasted no time and began pounding into Jimin again, the slapping of skin against skin loud and the sound of squelching downright obscene in the face of the various bodily fluids between them.
As if it was his new home and he was glued there, Jungkook continued to have his face buried in Jimin’s neck most of the time. He was panting like a dog and together with the position they were in, the whole thing felt so raw and dirty to Jimin, he was loving every second of it.
To his horror, at one point Jungkook reached around him with one hand and grabbed his hard cock and Jimin started to panic that with that Jungkook should now realize he was conscious, but Jungkook said nothing and instead jerked him off with quick strokes and before he knew it Jimin was pouring himself out onto the already ruined sheets again. Like last time, his walls spasmed and brought Jungkook to orgasm as well, milking him to the last drop and Jimin felt it overflow and slowly drip out of him, though Jungkook’s fat length was still plugging him up.
Jungkook was far from done with him, apparently the drug had some kind of viagra in it too, Jimin couldn't explain it any other way, but Jungkook fucked him three more times, gushing inside him before his cock finally went limp and slid out of him. Jimin had lost track of how many times he had cum himself, his hole so raw and sensitive, even the slightest touch brought tears to his eyes.
If Jimin hadn't known better, he would have thought that his belly should have swollen, given all the loads Jungkook had poured into him. But of course that wasn't the case, most of it had squirted back out during the fucking and run down Jimin's asshole and thighs.
Jungkook had fallen asleep beside him like a dead man, as his snoring told him. Jimin remained lying next to him for a moment, looking at him now with his eyes open and uninhibited and his heart roaring. On the one hand with the desire for this not to be a one-time thing and on the other hand his guilty conscience knotting his insides. How had he been able to do such a thing to Jungkook?
He couldn't stay blissfully lying next to Jungkook any longer, but had to go clean himself up and get a clear head. But the first time he tried to get up, he plopped right back down on the mattress, his legs soft as pudding and a sharp pain stretching through his ass to his lower back. Five rounds of fucking like rabbits left its mark.
But eventually he managed to get up and stagger to the bathroom, if only by holding onto the wall, and then he stood by the bathroom mirror.
The sight was…
Wild. Debauched. Obscene.
His hair was messy and sticking out in all directions, his face flushed and streaked with dry tears. His shorts hung between his legs, revealing his flaccid cock, chafed and gleaming wet. As he lifted the sweater, he could make out finger marks where Jungkook had gripped tightly and as he pressed his own finger into the marks, he moaned softly in pain and pleasure again.
But the most freakiest sight was provided by his thighs and neck.
His neck was littered with hickeys and bites of every color imaginable, whereas his thighs were completely covered with the same whitish translucent sheen, it was madness how much Jungkook must have come inside him to leave such a mess.
In foresight, Jimin had taken his phone with him on the way to the bathroom, and when he finally got rid of his clothes, he started taking pictures of himself. He tried to capture every angle of his soiled body, wanting to capture the memory as best he could, and for a moment he was annoyed that he had been so stupid as to not set up a camera in the room.
But as much as he delayed it, eventually he had to get in the shower and already he looked longingly at Jungkook's traces flowing down the drain behind him. When he stepped out after a while and slipped into clean clothes, he wondered what to do now.
He could lie back in bed and wait for Jungkook to wake up, wait to see what he did. Maybe Jungkook would quietly leave the hotel room and the matter would be settled. But he couldn't do that, he was too tense to pretend to be asleep again.
Everything in him screamed to leave the room and leave Jungkook a note that he had already left for a walk or something. But then he would torment himself with the uncertainty. Uncertainty, how Jungkook was doing or what he remembered.
He had only one last option - to wait until Jungkook was awake and pretend that nothing had happened, and in case of doubt, maybe convince him that he was just having wild dreams.
He decided for the last option and with a sour taste in his mouth, he started to cover the visible hickeys with make-up, which didn't please him at all, as he wanted to present them proudly. But there was no way he could do that, not in front of Jungkook and not in front of the other members, staff or their fans.
When he was done, he put away the dirty laundry and his makeup and with one last longing look at his phone gallery, he took a final deep breath and stepped out.
In the room he looked at Jungkook, who was still fast asleep, and carefully but meticulously he set about concealing the evidence of the night as best he could. With all the strength he could muster, he heaved Jungkook back onto his own bed and pulled off the sheet of his bed and tossed it into the laundry basket. He also put Jungkook's clothes back on, which he fortunately slept through.
After that he retreated to the other small room next to the bedroom, a small living space with a couch and a table with two chairs. And because there was no way he could just sit around quietly like that, he scrolled meaninglessly through his phone or started countless games just to distract himself.
At some point, as the light fell through the windows and the clock read 6 o'clock, Jimin ordered some breakfast. Jungkook was certainly hungry after the exhausting night and he himself noticed how his stomach growled, but he couldn't bring himself to eat anything, his guilty conscience lay heavy like stones in his stomach.
He was just about to put the side dishes on the table after the room service left, when he suddenly heard Jungkook's voice. "Well… limping?" Quick as a flash, Jimin turned and glanced nervously at Jungkook, who was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms folded and an unreadable expression on his face. "Get what you wanted?"