Archive of Our Own ^beta

The pandemic had been a turning point for many, at first concerts were delayed but as the state of the world declined they were cancelled, leaving the boys free to explore sides of themselves they’d previously not had time before. It was hard for them, just like it was for the rest of the world, but at least they had each other. They understood each other more than anyone else every could, and knew that being on stage soaking in the energy of thousands of people gave them all the most enjoyable moments.

A few months prior to lockdown the group had discussed moving into their own apartments, after many years together it felt like it was time to seek more independence, however with their military service looming they decided to wait until after that. Following the lockdown announcement they were happy they’d decided to stay together. Living together came with tension and arguments, but they could not have been alone for any extended period of time, they were all so used to having someone there when they needed them.

At first, like many people at the beginning of lockdown they spent most of their time drinking, playing games and catching up on movies or books they might have missed over the last few years. However, after a few weeks they decided that this was most likely a once in a lifetime opportunity for them to pursue any passions they had outside of idol work.

Whilst the others made plans for what they were going to be doing with their spare time Jimin stayed out of the way, he was spending large amounts of his time in his room. He kept the door shut as well, which was a clear sign he didn’t want to be disturbed. It went for a few weeks before his friends decided it was time to get him drunk, and get him talking. That was always the best way to get him to open up.

The opportunity presented it self a few nights later, they’d all stayed up watching some comedy show and Jimin was a few bottles of Soju deep when Taehyung took it upon himself to grill his soulmate. He shuffled out from under Jins arm were he was enjoying a cuddled and to the other side of the room, squishing himself into the arm chair Jimin had decided to take for himself.

“Tae, there isn’t space here.” Jimin huffed, making no effort to make space.

“There would be if you moved your fat ass over!” Tae exclaimed, shoving Jimin over, the older boy grunted, but didn’t respond. “Jiminie, you still love us right?”

“Of course, why would you think otherwise?” Jimin asked, wrapping an arm around his best friend as the boy tried to wiggle into his chest. Tae knew how to play him, make him feel guilty so he has to talk, it was a dirty trick but also they all wanted to know what was wrong so they could help.

“You don’t really come out of your room anymore, and most of the time when we invite you to partake in things you decline,” Hobi explained, the TV now paused.

“Oh, well…” Jimin didn’t know how to explain himself, or more so he didn’t want to explain himself. He didn’t want his team, his friends, his family to see him differently, to seem him badly.

“We know what’s going on in the world is scary right now, but that’s more of a reason to lean on each other.” Namjoon said, obviously thinking that the problem was stress and worry. “If you want we can try and arrange a way for you to see your parents?”

“No, no, it’s not that.”

“So what is it then?” Taehyung pushed, lifting his head to look Jimin dead in the eye. “Am I not your soulmate? You’ve never kept anything from me before.” Which was true, Jimin knew that. This man he’d met 10 years ago knew every single sordid detail of his life, but this one thing it seemed so hard to voice.

“It’s not that easy Tae, of course I want to tell you but it’s something that might change the way you all look at me and I don’t want that.”

“Jimin,” Yoongi spoke, his voice stern and demanding the attention of the younger boy so Jimin turned to look at him, his cheeks pink from all the attention. “I don’t know what is on your mind but you’ve got to know that we would never judge you, never do anything other than support whatever it is that you could want to do.”

“Unless it’s leave the band,” Jin joked, smiling softly. He hated when members were sad and couldn’t help but crack a joke to try and elevated some of the tension.

Jimin had trusted these people with his deepest secret not long after meeting them, he had thought it important that they understand he had been born with female genitalia. It allowed him further protection as they made sure no-one outside of them were aware of the matter, keeping him away from overly touchy staff and creating private areas for him to change.

At first being born this way had pushed him to be hyper masculine, even toxic at times, feeling that this was the only way he could ever feel like a man with what was between his legs. His parents had always tried to help him, telling him it was nothing to be ashamed of but he knew it was rare, extremely rare and he would be judged if people knew. He definitely wouldn’t be a member of BTS.

Now though, things were different as he’d started to accept himself even learning to enjoy that part of his body he realised that he could be both. Jimin could be a man, but also wear women’s clothing, not because he wanted to be a woman but because he wanted to feel pretty. He had no idea how to explain this to his friends who were watching him intently, waiting for an explanation.

“Okay, okay, I just…well, god this is so fucking hard.” Jimin exclaimed tensing his hands into fists. “I wanna be pretty.” He huffed, before he could continue the members were all talking at once.

“Sorry who said you weren’t?!” Taehyung asked.

“You’re the prettiest of us all Jimin, just not the most handsome.” Jin said.

“Jiminie, you’re beautiful.” Namjoon always the sweetheart.

“Jimin, is this what’s been getting you down? Body image?” Yoongi asked, the others quieting again, waiting for him to respond.

“No, not really. I meant that I want to start dressing pretty, I want to wear skirts and dresses and maybe heels, I know it’s not something I’d be able to do outside of the house and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and it wouldn’t be all the time, god it’s just something I want to do.” He was met with silence and slow blinks. As he sat there ten seconds felt like ten minutes and he began to panic.

“Fucking hell Jimin, it’s hard enough for a man to survive those tiny booty shorts you insist on wearing around the house, I don’t know if I’ll survive a skirt.” Jungkook laughed, the other members also chuckled, but Jimin felt like he could see genuine panic in his eyes.

“He’s got a point Jimin, you’re gonna look so good!” Taehyung heartily agreed squeezing the small boy against him. “But I can’t believe you thought we’d judge you!”

Jimin didn’t know why but as he looked at the men smiling encouragingly around him he couldn’t help buy cry. He’d been so lucky ending up with this family.

“Those best be happy tears Jimin,” Namjoon admonished, but smiled when Jimin nodded in agreement, “I think we should talk about this more tomorrow, and go to bed, but you’ve got to know that in no way does this change how we see you Jimin. If anything I think some of us are a little too excited about this.” Jungkook was a bouncing on the sofa, with a big smile and Hobi was already talking shopping with Taehyung. In that moment Jimin couldn’t remember why he’d been so worried.

Jimin awoke the next day, wishful that they others had forgotten the conversation - as it was just a spotted memory for himself - and sporting a horrid hangover. The cup of coffee clutched in his hand, as he sat the white marbled counter, was a lifeline to him. He'd been the first person to wake up, or at least to venture into the kitchen, and had been nursing the cup for over ten minutes when he started to hear movement around the house. It didn't take long for Taehyung to stumbled into the kitchen, his pyjamas rumbled and his dark hair sticking in every direction. Jimin smiled tightly at him, barely opening his eyes.

"Jiminie, my precious soulmate! How you feeling this morning?" Tae's voice was gruff, still rough from only waking up a few minutes ago and from a few too many rounds of karaoke the night before.

"Mhmm," Jimin smiled as his friend wrapped his arms around Jimins waist and nuzzled at his neck.

"I'll take that as definitely had better mornings," Taehyung laughed, the noise loud in Jimins ears, painfully so. "Sorry baby," a soft kiss was pressed to Jimins cheek as Tae moved away to the fridge.

“So when we going to see you in a dress?” Jimin’s face flushed red, with embarrassment.

“W…what? What do you mean?” Jimin stumbled over his words, looking at the marble island avoiding eye contact with his best friend and not wanting to see whoever was stumbling into the room behind him.

“That’s what you meant wasn’t it, when you spoke about expressing the feminine side of yourself? Wearing women’s clothing...right?” Tae asked wrapping his arms around Jimins waist again and nuzzling back into his neck. “Or do you actually mean you want to be referred to with different pronouns. Honestly I don’t remember the details of the conversation…kind of got stuck on how cute you’d be in a pleated skirt,” Jimin felt butterflies in his belly at the idea of being able to dress like that around the house. He’d finally be able to openly express that side of him. “Well, I’m still he, him and want…”

"I think it would be a good idea to discuss this over breakfast, that way we can all be on the same page, okay?" Namjoon interrupted, pouring himself some juice from the fridge.

"Do I have to?" Jimin's cheeks burned brighter, but Namjoon ruffled his hair softly, in a comforting manner. "I just don't know if I can manage it sober."

"Well you're going to have to, Jiminie, you know we don't judge here." The younger man did know that, but it didn't mean he didn't struggle to talk about these things, even with his family.

"I will try! Want me to make breakfast now?" Jimin wanted to help, and possibly delay the conversation if he could.

"No little one, I've already ordered in, you know it's my day for breakfast, and the only thing I can scrape together is toast. After a heavy night of drinking that's not going to cut it." Over the years Namjoon had tried many times to learn how to cook, but it had never been something he'd been able to get the hang of.

"Okay hyung, I will got get Hobi up for breakfast first!" Jimin stood, shaking off Taehyung's hand which was squeezing against his waist.

"I'm already up Jimin, everybody is up but Jungkook. I can't manage to drag him from his bed, and you always seems the best at getting him up."

"He certainly gets part of him up," Tae muttered under his breath, too quiet for Jimin who'd made his way to kitchen door by now, but Namjoon and Hobi couldn't hold back the snicker at what they'd heard. It had been obvious to the members for years that Jungkook and Jimin were stuck in a dance, neither of them admitting the feelings they had for the other.

"I'll get him up,"Jimin beamed, confused at the giggling that followed him out the room. As he headed towards the stairs he could hear Jin and Yoongi in the dining room, cleaning up the mess from the night before and talking quietly.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for Jungkook to be the last one out of bed, especially after nights of drinking where him and Jimin were usually the last ones to bed, the only thing which had driven Jimin from bed this early was his worry about what had happened the night before.

Jungkook’s bedroom was on the first floor, at the opposite end of the hallway to Jimin’s.

The door was slightly ajar, the only light in the room coming through that gap, illuminating the floor and a slither of the bed. Jungkook was cuddling his pillow he had it pulled tight against his body, his arm and leg wrapped around it, the duvet however had been kicked away in the night.

Jimin crept into the room, conscious of his steps as he made his way towards the sleeping boy, he crouched down in front of him pushing the black hair out of Jungkook’s face. He looked younger as he slept, his face relaxed and any fine lines even out as he breathed deeply. The younger boy blinked sleepily, at the feeling of fingers carding through his hair, he smiled softly at his hyung as he realised it was Jimin crouched in front of him.

"Morning Kook-ah, it's time to get up. Namjoon has ordered breakfast for us all, you wanna get up and eat something?" Jimin knew food was an easy way to entice the boy out of bed. Jungkook nodded, but reached out his hands to Jimin, he quickly grabbed the boy around the waist and dragged him onto the bed.

"Cuddle first!" Jungkook laughed, arranging Jimin as he wanted. He pulled the pillow from between his legs, and wrapped himself around Jimin instead. Jimin breathed in the warm, clean scent of Jungkooks skin, resting his head under the younger boys chin. Jimin tried to ignore the hard press of Jungkooks erection against his stomach, it was something that had happened many of times, it wasn't like the pair didn't have habit of sharing beds, but Jungkook had always been clear that it meant nothing and Jimin took his word for that. Even when the wetness that pooled between his legs definitely wasn't just a physical reaction.

"Only five minutes, then we have to get up."

"I guess five minutes will do, but you'll owe me a bigger Jiminie fix later!" The younger boy nuzzled his face into the soft blond hair, he was happy Jimin had started using the unscented shower products, as now he could just focus on the natural sweet scent of his hyung. 

"That's Jimin-hyung to you, punk!" Jimin scolded, hitting at his chest, even as the pair laughed, knowing Jimin never meant it. The only time Jungkook referred to him in a formal manner was in front of cameras or certain groups of people they knew.

Jimin had decided he wanted to try and talk to Jungkook separately to everyone else, he couldn't risk a negative reaction from Jungkook in front of everyone else. It would hurt him too much, and he wouldn't be able to hide that reaction from the rest of them. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Yeah, I wasn't that drunk," Jungkook laughed, "Why is there something you can't? You didn't seem that wasted when you went to bed last night." Jungkook shuffled back a little to look at Jimin’s face, but he quickly buried his face into Jungkook’s chest, embarrassed again questioning why he'd even brought the subject up. 

 "You don't have any questions about what I said?"

"About what you said? What did you say? I feel like maybe I have forgotten something, as I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Me wearing women’s clothing," Jungkook laughed at the way Jimin squeaked the words out, the liquid courage last night obviously had made it much easier for him to admit to. Jimin quickly pushed at the others boy chest, humiliated and infuriated by the laughter.

"No, stop moving Jimin, I'm not laughing at the idea of you in more feminine clothing, I'm laughing at how silly you are, as I've said before clothing has no gender, you wear whatever you want and I will beat the shit out of anyone who tells you otherwise." Jimin nodded feeling some what comforted by the words, and stopped fighting against the arms holding him tightly in place. 

 "Thank you, I appreciate the words, but I need you to know what I mean. I don't mean trousers and tops from the women's section, I mean skirts, dresses, and possibly heels." Jimin lifted his head to look this friend in the eyes, whilst he explained himself. He wanted to be able to read the emotions on the boys face, he saw of flash of something in his eyes, too quick for him to determine the meaning.

"Awh little Jimin-shi in heels will finally be taller than his maknae!" Jimin relaxed at the joke, knowing in that moment that Jungkook truly supported him fully.

"Come on then, we really should head down for breakfast." He slipped out of the bed trying to pull the younger boy after him.

"Give me two minutes, and I'll be right behind you." Jimin nodded and headed out of the room. 

Jungkook rolled onto his back staring up at the celling, images of his hyung in short pleated skirts, and thigh highs plagued his thoughts the idea of him bending the older man over any surface he could was impossible to push away. He'd struggled for many years with his attraction for Jimin both emotionally and physically and this turn of events was not helping.

He really needed to sort himself out so he could go eat breakfast with his brothers, without the current boner, he took some deep breathes, focusing on the in and out of the air, desperate for his hard on to go down. Instead of thinking about how good Jimin would look, he thought more about how the man must be feeling right now with that thought in mind Jungkook managed to calm himself down enough to head to breakfast.
Over breakfast Jimin told the other members about the other side of himself he wanted to explore, and how he wanted to be able to share it with them and be comfortable in the house. All the members were supportive, which was to be expected, but it still made Jimins heart fill with warmth.

Taehyung and Hobi were the most excited to help him shop for clothes, but it would seem all of them had a suggestion of things that would suit him, he couldn't wait to start ordering things. He already had a wish list a mile long.

Jimin spent most that day ordering clothes and accessories, but it had taken a couple of weeks for them to arrive. As he spread all the things he bought out over the bed, he realised he might have gone a little over board, but he wanted to make sure he had a little of everything to try and then he'd be able to know his preferences for further shopping trips. He had enjoyed it so much, he could see many more in them in his future, and hopefully one day he’d even have the chance to shop in store.

As part of the shopping he had picked up new make-up, blushers in a bright tones, lip stains in a dark red, and a black, liquid eyeliner, he didn't think he'd be trying those out today but wanted them for the future. He’d never applied his own make-up so would need to get a lot of practice in.

The more he looked through everything on his bed he started to feel overwhelmed, he didn't know where to start and knew that he'd want a second opinion anyways.

"Tae?!" he shouted down the hall from his open door, Jungkook’s door opened instead.

"He's gone for a walk with Hobi, anything I can help with?" 

"My stuff arrived, I kinda need some advise and opinions on how it looks, it's all just a little much now it's all in front of me. I just don't know where to start." Jimin huffed, hand wringing together in front of him. 

"Well I might not be as fashionable as our precious Kim Taehyung, however I have an excellent idea on what looks good on you!" Jungkook teased with a smile, and wink towards Jimin as he walked into the room.

"And I just thought everything looked good on me,"

"That might be true, but people shouldn't go around telling y-" Jungkook stopped suddenly as he saw the mess spread across the other mans bed. "Fuck, you really did order a lot!"

 "I know, I know, I just wanted to be prepared and now I've no idea where to start."

"Okay, well I say dresses first, as they are on top, so easiest to reach, then skirts and tops for the end. Heels we can try another day, lets just focus on finding you clothes you like first today." Jungkook knew crop tops and pleated skirts were going to be what he preferred, so he wanted to leave those until last, giving him a chance to get his hyung to stay in one of those outfits.

Jimin scanned the bed, scooping up all the dresses and carries them into the bathroom, he hangs them over the edge of the bath picking the loose fit pink dress, cover in small white flowers first. He pulled the soft material over his head, it fell just above his knee, with a cinched waist, low cut neck and capped sleeves. It was delicate and dainty, and made him feel pretty as he stepped out into his bedroom.

Whilst Jimin had been in the bathroom, Jungkook had made himself comfortable on the bed pushing most of the clothes to the end so he could sit against the headboard, as he waited with bated breath. He couldn't help but stare at the beautiful sight in front of him, it wasn't the hot fantasy he'd had in mind since Jimin spoke about his desire, instead it was beautiful and sweet. His hyung was dressed in a soft pink and white floral, chiffon dress he wanted to wrap his arms around that waist, and whisper how cute the boy looked in his ears. Jimin couldn't resist a spin, the dress lifting slightly with the movement. 

"So pretty! It makes you waist look even smaller and the pink suits you!" Jimin flushed, his cheeks the same bright colour of the dress.

"Thank you Jungkook-ah! If I ever get to dress like this outside of the home, I thought it would be good for a date." Jungkook agreed, hoping that he would be the one to take him on that date. 

"Come here?" Jimin moved across the room to stand in front of the other man, pulling at the hem of his dress, cheeks still flushed. Jungkook reached his hand out stroking down the dress, "Does that material not scratch?"

"No there is a cotton under skirt, which is super soft on my shaved skin." At the mention of Jimin being shaved Jungkook couldn't help but slip his hand down, under the material to thumb over the silky, pale skin of his thigh.

"Kook-ah!" Jimin exclaimed slapping the hand away. 

"Couldn't resist," Jungkook smirked.

Jimin shuffled back into the bathroom to change, shooting a quick glare at the boy say on the bed as he grabbed the next dress, he felt flushed at the touch, wetness pooling in his panties already.

It took them under an hour to try on all the dresses, Jungkook had offered an opinion on them all and two of the dresses were written off completely, they had rara skirts which clearly were not in fashion anymore for a good reason. The younger man had a favourite but it was definitely not something he wanted anyone else to see Jimin in. It was a mint green body con dress that fell to his mid thigh Jungkook couldn't help the way his dick hardened, as he saw the way it clung to Jimins curves and his round ass, he’d been quick at grabbing a cushion to lay over his lap.

Trying on all the skirts had definitely taken longer nearly two hours for all the accessories to be tested and tried, some of them came with lots of straps and laces. It took some fiddling for him to getting them to sit right and be comfortable. He was on the last outfit, the one he had thought about wearing for the rest of the day but quickly realising it was likely too short of a skirt to wear around the other members. It was a white pleated skirt it fell just below his ass and he tugged at it aggressively but it didn't budge, he was glad he'd chosen the pink lace panties, as his boxers would have been visible. The skirt was paired with an oversized pastel blue crop hoodie, which had cute bunny ears on top, he'd been able to get colour matching thigh high cotton socks. They fit perfectly, staying in place as he moved around in the bathroom, and the shuffled back into his bedroom, he’d worried that they would roll down, he’d seen a lot of people complaining about that kind of thing online.

He tugged at the skirt once more as he stepped in front of Jungkook, self conscious of the amount of skin on show.

“Don’t get shy now Jimin, you look so fucking sexy!” The maknae couldn’t stop himself from jumping up to hold Jimin’s hand and spin him around. His eyes were drawn to this short pleats as they curve under his arse.

"It's just a little too short," Jimin whined. "Do you really think I look sexy?"

“Adorable with those little bunny ears, but those smooth thighs and the little bit of chub between the bottom of your skirt and the top of your socks is irresistible.”Jimin feeling shy pulled away from the younger boy, he spun quickly, giggling to himself. Jungkook’s eyes were drawn to the flash of pink lace when the skirt flared up. “Now, I think you’re trying to torment me,” he growled surging forward, his resolve had finally snapped, he walked Jimin back against the wall beside his door, gripping his small wrists in his hand he pulled them up and pinned them against the wall above his head.

Jungkook had been pining after his hyung for years, really from the moment he meet Jimin he was someone he couldn’t keep his eyes off. Others had assumed that they would eventually hook up with them both being into men, but they never did and he thinks it’s because they both knew it wouldn’t always mean more between them. Over time he came to love his hyung and at the point the desire grew strong and stronger, lockdown had already pushed him to near breaking point and he’d spoken with Taehyung about finally opening up. This right here though, would be too much for any man to walk away from.
Jimin whimpered, his eyes were wide and his pupils blown. “Wha…What?”

“You Jimin are a fucking tease, wearing those pink lace panties under that tiny little skirt. You knew what you were doing,” Jungkook slipped his hand under the skirt to squeeze at the soft, exposed skin of Jimin’s ass. “And this, this was sculpted by the fucking gods, I dreamed of getting my hands on it. The grip was hard, brushing as he help onto as much flesh as he could. Jimin tried to rub his thighs together, desperation rushing through his body the panties he’d put on only a few hours ago soaked through. “Do you want to do this Jiminie? I don’t wanna do anything that you’re not fully behind.” As much as the younger man wanted to pin his hyung down and fucking him silly he wouldn’t go any further without confirmation that his partner wanted the same.

The older man took a deep breath, calming himself before responding. He wanted to make sure he was making decisions with his head and not the throbbing pussy between his legs, “I only want this if it’s more than sex in the long run, I don’t think I could survive one night with you and nothing more.” Jimin lowered his head, shame at exposing his emotions so blatantly he was unable to meet the eyes of his younger band member.

“Hyung, there will never be a universe in which one night with you would be enough. I don’t just want you for your body, it’s about everything you are. I’ve loved you for a long time, but we can talk more about that later.” Jungkook dropped his hand from where it held Jimin’s arms above his head, slipping two fingers under his chin tipping his head up to look at him. “Trust me, I love you.”

“Kookie, I trust you and I love you,” Jimin smiled his eyes filling with tears of happiness. With that confession Jungkook pushed forward so their bodies were flush.

“Keep your hands above you head,” Jungkook growled, he wrapped his hands under the smaller boys thighs and lifted, Jimin wrapped his legs instantly around the younger boys hips.

Jungkook brought his lips down on Jimin’s, it was passionate but clumsy both desperate to be as close to each other as quickly as possible. Their tongues touched, instantly Jungkook nipped at Jimin’s as it pushed into his mouth. The smaller boy whimpered and humped his dripping, swollen pussy against the hard thick cock he could feel against him, Jungkook carried the boy towards the bed, swiping all the clothes to the floor to lay the beauty out below him.

“Jimin, I can feel the heat of your pussy through my clothes. Your pussy is gonna feel so good.” Jungkook dropped Jimin onto the bed, his blond hair flared out on the pillows. His lips were puffy and red swollen from the kissing, the younger boy wanted to nip at those pink lips wanted everyone to know he’d turned them red. He resisted as he pulled off his top, hating the split second he wasn’t able to see the man under him.

Jimin’s eyes tracked the exposure of skin, but he couldn’t stop his attention being drawn to the ‘V’ of muscle he wanted to track with tongue as it dipped under Jungkook’s pants. “Fuck, your tattoos are so hot, and when did you get so big?” Over the last few months the youngest had been working out more, his chest had filled out and Jimin wanted to squeeze at them.

Jungkook smirked, “Well I might just cover myself in them for you baby boy.” He unbuttoned his jeans, Jimin watched intently as his jeans and boxers were shucked off in one swift movement and thrown to the floor. He’d felt the thick length through Jungkook’s jeans, but he was bigger than he thought, he couldn’t wait to have the impressive length inside of him, stretching him.

“Kook-ah, you’re massive. I’m gonna be so full” Jungkook smirked cockily, settling back on his ankles.

“Time to get your panties off baby,” Jimin giggled lifting his hips as Jungkook flipped up the skirt, he pulled the lace panties off bring the soaked material up to his nose, inhaling the scent. “Can’t wait to have your taste in my mouth,” Jimin turned red shy and embarrassed by how dirty the boy spoke, he couldn’t believe he’d sniffed his panties like that. “The pretty little skirt will stay on, but top off, I wanna get my hands on your chest. I’ll have begging with a few flicks of you nipples, I wanna get you all worked up before I touch your pussy.”
"Want you to play with me, play with my chest, hyung.” The older boy whimpered grinding up, his pussy finding no friction with the cold air. He was impatient, he wanted to be stretched around that thick cock already, filled in a way he'd never been before, so pathetic he didn't even notice the slip.

"Hyung? I thought you were my hyung baby, or do you want me to take care of you? You want to be looked after by the little maknae, call him hyung whilst you cum all over his fingers, face and cock?" Jungkook teased, pinching at the pebbled nipples through the soft material.

"Please hyung, I'll be a good boy, want to make you feel good." Jimin begged, not feeling ashamed as he relaxed tugging the other boy down for a kiss. Jungkook let him, pressing possessive kisses into his hyungs mouth.
"Having you under me is enough baby, makes me wanna bust already." Jimin couldn't help but laugh at Jungkook as he said that. Jungkook smiled, happy to see the older boy relax a little as he pulled his top off, he then pressed gentle kisses over Jimin’s warm cheeks, before continuing those kisses across his jaw, down the pale expanse of his neck to suck bruising marks into the delicate skin above his collar bones. Claiming the boy. “Mine,” he growled into the juncture of his neck, leaving a large hickey there for the others to see. Jungkook wasn't ashamed of what was happening here and he wanted everyone to know that Jimin was owned, he sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin of his partners neck. "Laughing at me wasn't a good idea baby boy, I'm going to have you begging me to stop tonight."

Jimin’s dark eyes shot open as Jungkook’s mouth wrapped around one of his dark nipples, flicking it with his tongue in a way that shot straight to the boys pussy. It was as though he could feel that tongue against his clit, he felt as though one touch against his sensitive mound and he'd shatter. It had been a long time since someone had taken the time to actually get him worked up, and enjoy his body, he forgot how good it felt to be treated like this.

Jungkook toyed with his nipples for a few minutes, making sure they both received the same torture, being bitten, licked, and pinched, by the time he was kissing down the smooth expanse of Jimin’s stomach, his nipples were swollen and the skin around them red. Jungkook couldn't resist dipping his tongue into the boys navel, which had him giggling and kicking his legs out at the feeling in his stomach. Jungkook flipped the skirt up, which had fallen down hiding the swollen, pink pussy, the smell hit him immediately. It was a strong, musky sweet scent which filled the air as his hole leaked onto the sheets below him.

“You’re smell is addictive, one day I’m gonna lay between these legs and eat you out until you can’t stand.” He dragged his nose over the swollen lips, breathing in deeply. Jimin tried to slam his legs closed but Jungkook pinned them open on the bed, his fingers gripping so tight he knew it would leave bruises. "Don't hide yourself from me," he growled, slapping one hand down on the wet pussy. He drew his hand back, smiling at the thick, sticky string that hung between his hand and Jimin’s body. “At least your body knows what it wants.” Jimin shouted, his hips jumping up towards the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, he had never been with someone like this before, but had spent many a night with a vibrator between his legs imagining it. He had always dreamed of someone who would take control of him, hold him down and use him, it seemed he was about to get everything he’d ever dreamed of.

“What a desperate little slut I have here, soaking the sheets under you with your dripping cunt baby.” He’d wanted to drag this out, but Jungkook couldn’t resist any longer. He slid back down the bed until his face was in front of Jimin’s pretty little pussy, he lapped at the hole dragging the slick pouring out of him onto his tongue. The taste was heavenly salty but with a peachy sweetness which he was pretty sure was the scented body wash his hyung used. He moved his mouth up, wanting to pull more whimpering moans from Jimin he licked around the boys clit, never pressing his tongue or lips to the sensitive nub. He knew as soon as he allowed himself that pleasure the boy would be cumming in minutes. Jimin hadn't stopped begging, grinding his hip forwards, desperate to feel that tongue on his clit. Jungkook slapped at his thighs, telling him not to move before pushing his legs up, and having him hold them above his head, so he had less momentum to move himself.

At the first tongue over Jimin’s swollen clit Jungkook lifted his eyes to meet Jimin’s, the older boy moaned wanting more, needing more, the licks were gentle quick flicks of his tongue not enough to push the boy under him over the edge.

"Hyuuung," Jimin whined out as Jungkook moved back to his hole suckling more liquid into his mouth, tongue fucking in and out of him flicking against his walls. 

"Yeah baby," Jungkook lifted his head, a deadly smirk on his lips, "Do you want something?"

"Please stop teasing me!" Jimin huffed.

"I don't know, you don't seem to be begging enough."

"Hyung please, please let me cum I'll be a good boy for you daddy." Jungkook sat back on his knees looking at Jimin as the older boy caught up with his mouth, sham flooded him and he threw his hands up to hide his face. Jungkook pulled Jimins hands away from his face, and held them in his own, stroking a comforting thumb along the back of them. 

 “Don’t get shy now baby boy, you’ve been such a good slut for daddy. Hold you things up, knees pressed to your armpits. I want your pussy spread for me to feast on,” Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed, heat rushing through his body, he felt like he was burning from the desire inside him. He’d never imagined Jungkook being such a dirty talker, but god had he hoped. Jimin done exactly as he was told and Jungkook lowered his mouth back down to his pussy.

"Daddy, please make me cum." Jimin’s cunt obviously recently waxed was soft, silky under Jungkook's fingers as he pulled the swollen lips apart to blow cool air against his red, swollen clit and run his tongue from asshole to clit. He would eat his baby boy's ass out one day too before fucking it. Jungkook focused on his hole first, fucking his tongue in and out savouring the taste, and when he felt it loosen around him, he moved his mouth up sucking on the sensitive clit. Jimin kept whining, trying to hump against Jungkook’s face demanding an orgasm, so every-time Jungkook felt the boy get close he'd let up. His baby boy needed to learn some manners. “Daddy, that’s dirty!” Jimin moaned every time Jungkook sucked on his hole. 

 "Funny you say that baby, because I've never had someone so fucking wet, you've soaked the bed baby. You're just as dirty for getting off on it," Jungkook laughed, slapping his hand down on Jimin’s cunt, lifiting it slowly so he couldn't miss the sticky substance stretching between them.

Jungkook sucked the boys clit back into his mouth, sucking gently before slicking his tongue against the sensitive bud, quick and softly, just the way they got Jimin all worked up but not enough to have him cumming. The moans intensified, his head threw back unable to keep eye contact with Jungkook now, the maknae’s tongue sped up working harder, but just as he felt Jimin reaching his crest he stopped. He'd worked him into a frenzy again.

"Yes, fuck da-daddy gonna-"Jungkook stopped the quick flick, moving to slower movements, Jimin sagged back into the bed grunting. "Is it that you don't know how to make me cum?" Jimin asked, dropping his feet onto the bed, he couldn't help the huff, but was more than willing to teach Jungkook if he needed help.

"Hold you legs, now slut!" Jungkooks voice had dropped an octave. "You wanna cum baby, you fucking ask nicely, daddy only lets boys with manners cum and you're being very rude." Jimin quickly pulled his legs back up, realising that he was expecting to cum when really it was up to his daddy if he was allowed to.

"I'm sorry daddy, I'll ask for permission."

"Good." At that Jungkook returned to his ministrations, this time his tongue fast and hard against Jimin’s clit, the boy was ready to burst within the minute, his moaning getting louder and louder as his orgasm approached.
"Daddy, please, fuck pl...please can I cum?" Jimin begged, tears in eyes.

"Yes baby, cum for your daddy," Jungkook lifted his mouth to rub his fingers over Jimin’s clit, side to side fast and violent. Jimin screamed, his head thrashing side to side as he squirted all over Jungkooks hands and face, the liquid seemed never ending, soaking them both and the bed. As soon as it stopped, Jungkook lowered his face again, slurping up as much liquid as he could. Jimin squealed from being oversensitive, he pushed at Jungkook’s head but the man didn't let up, the sensations sending Jimin into a frenzy, he couldn't help but drop his legs to kick his feet against the mattress.

"Fuck, fuuuccck" Jimin screaming squirted again, directly into the younger boys mouth, he collapsed against the bed panting. Jungkook climbed up his body, wiping at his face, "Flithy!" Jimin giggled as Jungkook pressed kisses all over his face.

"Was that good baby? Did you like cumming all over hyungs face?"

"Yes, god yes, but I'm so sensitive now." Jimin whined feeling his clit tingling, and swollen.

"So you don't want me to fuck you baby? After all daddy has given you today, you're going to leave him hard and aching? Selfish selfish boy that I have." Jimin whimpered.

"No daddy, sorry. I want you to come in me, want to make daddy feel good too."

"Good little slut you are Jiminie," the younger grinned, before lifting Jimins legs up and pushing his ankles over his shoulders. "You're so flexible darling, I love it. Gonna ruin this tight little hole so nothing feels as good as me again."

"Yes daddy," Jimin smiled, he didn’t want anything less.