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"Please Jungkook, just- let me-" Jimin panted as his fingers struggled with the maknae’s belt, desperately trying to wrench it open. "I, need-" he groaned as one of Jungkook's hands tangled through his hair and pressed him flush to his crotch.
Jimin’s moan was muffled as he pressed his face against the hardening bulge.
"I wonder what the rest of the members would say if they knew what a whore you really are?" Jimin’s face grew hot as embarrassment coursed through him, but he couldn’t deny that the thought of being caught made his dick twitch.
The back of his head knocked against the wall as Jungkook rubbed his crotch harder against Jimin's face. He pressed clumsy wet kisses over the fabric, mouthing and licking over the bulge, reaching up with his hands he grabbed Jungkook’s ass, kneading his fingers and pulling him closer.
"Hands on your thighs slut." Jungkook's growled out as he tugged Jimin’s hair again, pulling his face away. A whine slipped from his throat as he swallowed but obeyed. His hands curled into fists on the tops of his thighs, framing his straining cock pressing against his zipper.
"Mm, good boy..." Jungkook murmured. He shifted away to unbuckle his belt and unzip, tugging his jeans and briefs out the way to free his cock and balls. The praise made Jimin lightheaded, squirming as he pressed his thighs together. The wet spot in his boxers rubbing against his sensitive head.
Jungkook slid a hand under Jimin's chin, thumb catching his bottom lip and pulling it down until it snapped back up into place.
"You like it when I play with you like this hyung? That desperate for something in your mouth huh?"
Jimin nodded, looking up at Jungkook with glassy eyes, opening his mouth wider, tongue sliding against the pad of his thumb. Jungkook swiped his own tongue over his teeth as his eyes zeroed in on that pink tongue. His other hand took ahold of Jimin’s hair again, keeping him in place as he slid his thumb in and out slowly. Teasing his hyung for a moment before he pushed down, getting Jimin to drop his mouth open again.
Jimin’s needy whimper was cut off as the man above him started to push his dick into his open mouth. His fingers itched to touch and pull Jungkook in closer, but he couldn't even move his head forwards, still anchored in place by the maknae’s hands, one firmly in his hair the other holding his jaw.
Jungkook sighed as he pressed further in, facing little resistance as Jimin relaxed his throat to accommodate his length. Jungkook felt the head of his cock hit the back of Jimin's mouth, and kept pushing until he slid down his throat. Jimin's moan was stifled, but he was already eagerly tonguing the underside of his shaft. Jungkook pulled out halfway before starting up a steady rhythm, humping into the wet and willing mouth.
Jimin breathed harshly out his nose as saliva started to run down his chin and onto his neck and beneath his shirt, Jungkook picked up the pace and fucked deeper into his mouth, pushing into his throat continuously. The front of Jimin's boxers were soaked with pre as it drooled out of his straining cock, he was sure it would be obvious on his light-washed jeans. He so desperately wanted to get a hand on himself, to relieve some of the pressure, but his hands remained still on his legs. He knelt there on the floor and let the maknae fuck his throat.
Jimin swallowed around the length in his mouth, the wet noises he couldn’t contain adding to his arousal. Jungkook always used him so well, talking down to him and treating him like his own personal fleshlight. Jimin relished in it, loving the way he felt so small around the younger. He was only there for Jungkook’s pleasure, keeping his throat relaxed and mouth wet for him.
The feeling of Jungkook thrusting in and out of his mouth was delicious, the weight on his tongue and the ache in his jaw, the squelch of precum and spit forcibly leaving his mouth on a particularly rough thrust.
Jimin felt his orgasm creeping dangerously close, and he hadn't even so much as adjusted himself. He pressed his thighs closer together, trying to get any kind of direct stimulation beyond the rub of denim.
"Fuck- hyung, you always take me so well. I can feel you tighten up when I push in deep, feels so good…" Jungkook groaned as he moved both hands to cup the back of Jimin’s head, actively yanking him deeper onto his cock. Jimin gurgled around him, his throat spasming, but he kept his hands on his legs like he was told. Like a good boy.
"Aah-" Jungkook's rhythm faltered in favour of pushing in as deep as he could, Jimin’s face pressed firmly against the maknae’s pelvis. He felt hot cum hit the back of his throat and he tried to swallow to keep up, but Jungkook started to pull back and out, shooting the last of his load onto Jimin's swollen lips and chin.
Jimin panted hard, looking up through his wet lashes, he knew he must have looked completely wrecked, his hair all mussed, sweaty with tears and cum dripping down his face. He yelped, taken by surprise as Jungkook hefted him up, hands under his armpits. He pressed him against the wall, shifting a knee between his legs, letting go of Jimin so his weight rested on his muscular thigh.
Jungkook reached out and swiped his fingers through the fluid on Jimin’s lips, and pushing his now wet digits into his slack mouth. He carded his fingers through Jimin’s damp hair, swiping it back off his forehead as he leaned in, licking a stripe up his cheek, tasting the salt of his own cum and the other boy’s tears.
"Go on puppy, show me how desperate you are…" He smirked, pressing his leg harder against Jimin's dick that gave another twitch.
Jimin moaned wetly around the fingers in his mouth, he moved his arms, and held onto the maknae’s shoulders to steady himself. He ground his crotch forward and down, pressing his straining shaft against Jungkook’s leg like a dog in heat. Desperately tonguing at the fingers, trying to urge them deeper into his mouth.
Jimin’s eyes rolled as his orgasm bled through him, cum pulsing out and wetting through his boxers, staining his jeans. He whimpered around Jungkook’s fingers, the maknae whispering filth into his ear, prolonging his orgasm.
"That’s it baby, you’re such a good boy for me, cumming in your jeans like a little slut, couldn’t hold back huh? Get so cum drunk when I treat you all mean don’t ya?"
Jimin nodded as best he could, pulling off to whine- "Jungkookie- kiss?"
Jungkook smiled at him, leaning in as if he was going to claim his lips, changing course at the last second to lick up the rest of his cum off the other boy’s cheeks. Jimin squirmed, hands holding onto Jungkook’s shirt tightly.
Jungkook held Jimin’s jaw in a gentle grip, pressing their lips together. He licked across the seam of those cherry lips, Jimin parted them eagerly, sucking Jungkook’s tongue into his mouth, swallowing the fluids that were coating it.
"Fuck baby, you’re so good to me. Come on, let’s get you out of those jeans and cleaned up." Jungkook murmured against his lips, giving him small pecks in between as he hoisted him up into his arms.