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Celibacy is complicated for Jimin. He loves having someone always around to entertain him and his desires.
So of course he doesn't listen to what he was asked for and texts Jungkook for sex.
Jungkook
Do that again and I block you
That was what he received in response. Jimin laughed seeing that. His Jungkook was fierce now.
Jimin
You wouldn't
But alright baby
We'll see another time then
Jungkook hadn't replied, to Jimin's surprise. He used to leech onto him for any ounce of attention he could be given before. It must take a lot of restraint for him to not fall back into his habit.
It's both enticing and something Jimin want to break down again, this newfound confidence.
Naeon is waiting for him to crawl back to him and apologize while Jungkook is waiting for something more than usual, so Jimin decides to give both nothing and find a new person to waste time with.
He knows he's being messy when he agrees to attend the birthday party of a friend of a friend where both could be present, but that's also the charm of it.
He finds a cute girl to chat and dance with there, she doesn't seem to want to leave his side and it's nice, because he's seen some of Naeon's friends around, and they'll definitely snitch to her.
The girl is lovely, but Jimin knows better than to get too involved with anyone too soft to handle him anyway. At least he has someone to play with tonight.
They're on the balcony, she's sipping on her umpteenth drink, and she starts getting really drunk, enough for her to get bolder.
She lets Jimin hug her from behind and nose her neck while he makes sure to feel her ass against his crotch and her chest under his hands. She's giggling in his arms, letting out small moans when Jimin kneads her breasts.
He makes them turns around then to lean on the railing, from here anyone can see them but they're mostly in the dark, and he can clearly see the party going on inside.
And the person glaring at him. He snickers instantly, which makes the girl question him, but he puts a hand over her mouth and starts to run his other hand lower on her front body to distract her.
Jungkook watches him with hard eyes. He has a drink in hand too, and he could look away, or leave, but instead he stands still, leaning on the wall right before the balcony's glass door as well.
Jimin starts stroking the girl's pussy through her tight dress, his gaze never leaving Jungkook, as if to tell him that it could be you, you could be the girl in my arms.
Instead he keeps feeling up the nameless girl, her head falls on his shoulder with a cute laugh, and she starts to kiss his jaw. She's sweet, he could bring her upstairs and have fun but now that he has seen Jungkook after the latter tried to act distant, he's a little more focused on him.
"Listen beauty, I have somewhere to go, so come quick," he slurs in his ear.
She whines at that, pouting in place. "You won't sleep with me?"
"No, I have to catch up with a friend." He starts pinching her clit through the fabric, his other hand inside her bra, and when she starts shaking and circling his hips down, he knows she's near.
He looks up to Jungkook again, he's facing him from inside now, his drink forgotten in his hand, his eyes fixed on Jimin's working hands.
The girl moans out loud when she climaxes, going limp in his arms.
"Alright, gotta go."
He strides towards the glass door, opening up to Jungkook. The music is louder here, and he can see Jungkook better under the light.
"I'm finally seeing you."
"What a way to see me," Jungkook says, his tone flat.
"Liked the show?"
"You're disgusting," he snorts, bringing his drink back to his lips.
"You should've told me you were coming, I would have sent you a dress to wear."
"I didn't want to wear a dress today."
Jimin approaches him, putting his hands on Jungkook's waist, his eyes checking him out from head to toe. "Too bad, you look good, you would've looked even better."
"I'm not here to impress," Jungkook states, not moving away from Jimin's hold. "But like always, you are."
"You talk back to me so much, where did my Jungkookie go?" Jimin fakes a pout, squeezing his hands on his waist before he travels a hand under his top to touch the skin of his waist, tentatively.
"He's dead."
Jimin sends him a look with a sly smile. "I'm sure he's somewhere inside you, eager for my attention, dying because he isn't running to me when I offer him my time."
Jungkook closes his eyes, as if the words feel like a blow. "That's not true."
"I know you Jungkook, you're addicted to what we have," Jimin slurs, closing the distance between their faces. "Come back to me, I'll give my princess everything she wants," he says against his lips.
"Everything?"
"Hm, what do you want?"
Jimin's mouth leaves his to graze his cheeks, then his ear. "Anything you want under the limits you know."
"So not everything," Jungkook whispers, his face turning to catch Jimin's lips against his again. "You're incapable of giving all of yourself to anyone."
"I'm not like that," Jimin simply shrugs.
"But who'll keep up with you, if not me?"
Jimin thinks about it for a second. "Good question."
"Her?"
Jimin groans. "Don't bring her up?"
"She didn't contact you yet, did she?"
"How do you know?"
"I know a thing or two about your whereabouts," Jungkook confesses.
"Oh, you're that obsessed," Jimin laughs, swaying Jungkook in his arms slowly. He loves being like that with Jungkook, it's easy.
"Nothing new," Jungkook says pursing his lips. "I don't see what you see in her."
"Not that again," Jimin huffs, taking his arms away from his body. Punishing him for breaching limits. "What do you know about loving someone? A woman? You're freaking gay."
A disappointed look passes over Jungkook's face, but it leaves instantly for a mocking one. "You? You know how to love women correctly?"
"I could be the best boyfriend if I wanted, I just don't want to."
Jimin shrugs again, not taking this topic seriously. He steals Jungkook's drink from his hand to gulp on it.
"And you're still pretending you're not gay," Jungkook says under his breath.
"I like girls."
"You're beyond saving," Jungkook breathes, taking his glass back harshly.
"Come on, don't turn this night ugly because of your new confronting personality."
Jungkook seems to think about it for a second, his reflex to listen to Jimin's orders still prevalent.
"It's not what I'm doing, it's you, you're so—"
Jimin shuts him up with a kiss. He moves his lips the way he knows to and basks in the familiarity of Jungkook's mouth and tongue. That's what they're both good at and for, kisses and touches, sex and pointless talks.
Jungkook responds to his kiss, throwing his free arm around his neck to bring him close. Jimin should've done that earlier instead of talking, since Jungkook still gives out under his touches so easily.
Jimin chuckles between kisses, his hands finding his cheeks. "See? You can be good."
"One kiss means nothing."
Jimin loves that looks Jungkook tries to give him. Like he's confident and pissed by the situation, when he's giving in and in. So he leans to kiss him again, and again. "That's more than one," he says lightly.
Jungkook sighs loudly then, bringing his free right hand over Jimin's. "I hate when you're sweet, it erases the fact that you're horrible a little."
"I'm always sweet," Jimin clarifies. "As long as you don't try to challenge me."
"No one's challenging no one. I'm asking normal questions and basic decency."
Jimin can't retort anything. "Okay darling." Another kiss on his lips.
"I should leave," Jungkook lets out.
"Did you come alone?"
"With friends, they probably saw us," Jungkook grunts.
"So what?"
"They'll be mad."
"Good friends don't get angry at each other," Jimin says, still holding Jungkook's face in his hand.
"The way we don't get mad at each other?"
"Yeah, because you're a good baby doll, I have no reason to be mad at you, ever." And it's true. Everything with Jungkook is easy, even when they clash.
"You're sick," Jungkook says, trying to sound disgusted. "And I'm sick because I'm still into you, I guess we're both sick."
Jungkook looks down, almost sad, so Jungkook gently tap his cheek with his hand to make him look up again. "We're not, we're fine, your friends— they won't get it, but I know you, I know what you love and need deep down, and this is why you let me get to you."
Jungkook gets lost in his eyes, probably looking for sincerity and truth in them, knowing he both will and won't.
"I hate that. Hate that you're good to me to some extent, can't you be just vile?"
"You don't hate it," Jimin shakes his head. "You'll always come back to me, so don't fight it."
Jungkook exhales loudly, his hand on Jimin's travels to his forearm. "I need to go anyway."
"One last kiss," Jimin demands, leaving his touch on his face to hold him close around the waist again. Jungkook obliges, kissing him languidly but fighting Jimin's tongue from entering his mouth.
He pushes him then, giving him his glass for Jimin to finish. "If you want to see me again, then it has to be a date, with no sex, if not I'll decline and avoid you, so you decide," Jungkook says in a hurry, keeping Jimin at arm's length.
"A date? Where?"
"Anywhere, anywhere decent."
"Home?" Jimin tries, making Jungkook scoff.
"You know what? Whatever," he starts to leave, but Jimin catches him before he gets anywhere near the heart of the party.
"I won't touch you like that, miss prude."
Jungkook crosses his arms against his chest. "We'll see."
He leaves him finally. Jimin observes his form leaving through the apartment, his own head anything but clear.
He could let go of Jungkook and his demands, but the play is more fun than it should be.
"My idea of a date is dressing you up," Jimin says, smiling to Jungkook who's giving him a deadly glare.
There's good food on his coffee table, a nice show on the tv as background noise and he cleaned his entire appartement, he even lit up a few candles. It's cozy and nice, Jungkook shouldn't complain.
"I knew you were up to something anyway," Jungkook says, with a slight hint of disappointment.
"But I missed you, and I missed having fun with you," Jimin defends.
"How is this fun for me?" Jungkook crosses his arms against his chest. He does that a lot lately, to appear assertive and defensive, Jimin thinks it's only cute.
"You like it, you were okay with the crossdressing when it was only us two before," Jimin reminds.
Jungkook sighs and sits on the floor next to the coffee table, binging a shrimp skewer to his mouth. "And what did you bring me to wear?"
"A lot, I ordered some stuff while you were playing hard to get, I missed you so much baby."
Jungkook laughs, shaking his hand in disbelief. "I missed you too, but you know, for real."
"I'm being for real too," Jimin lies, holding a sparkling green dress for Jungkook to see. "That'd look crazy on you."
Jungkook examines the dress with raised eyebrows. "It's actually not bad, very festy."
"I have skirts too."
"Of course you do," he snorts.
"You're never happy with whatever I do," Jimin notes, standing up to stand in front of Jungkook. He hold his chin in hand, looking down on him. "You need serious taming."
Jungkook doesn't reply, but something in his eyes flickers, it's mischievous. "Do I?"
Jimin squeezes his chin hard enough to turn his skin red. "I'm being so nice to you, in any other context you'd be chocking on my dick already, making you cry and come in your pants, no talking back and complains."
His tone is dark, but it doesn't make Jungkook bulge, he's used to it.
"We said nothing sexual," he states. His face is a few centimeters away from Jimin's crotch, so all Jimin would need to do is push his face against it, and Jungkook would surrender.
"You don't miss it?" he says, slightly moving his hips forward.
"I don't want to stroke your ego."
Jimin releases him with a chuckle. "Start dressing up."
"I won't wear all of this," Jungkook warns, grabbing some of the clothes to inspect them. "That's way too much."
"Just choose wathever you like best, I want to know your taste."
"Did you buy all of this?"
"Yeah," Jimin lies. A bunch of it are Naeon's clothes, some from random girls he brought home and have left their stuff behind, but Jungkook doesn't need to know that. He bought the rest with Jungkook in head though, especially the fancy clothes.
To Jimin's delight, Jungkook chooses a top that is Naeon's. It has a ridiculous cleavage with two strings to tie at the front. Jungkook wears it with a frown after taking off his own top, and Jimin's mouth waters seeing his bare upper body, still so firm and muscled just the right amount.
Jungkook ties the top with his delicate hands, still sitting on the floor on his knees, he sighs when he's done. "I hate the skirts you have, they're so uncomfortable."
"They are?" Jimin wouldn't know, he'd never try on any. He gets on the floor too, looking for a more loose skirt, until he finds a silky lavender one. "What about this?"
"Uh.. This is okay, I guess." Jungkook starts to unbuckle his belt before Jimin stops him.
"Let me do it, the whole point is that I dress you."
Jungkook observes him for a second, his cheeks looking warmer. "Of course you want to touch me when we get to the pants."
"You know me," Jimin smiles, taking Jungkook's belt in hand to slide it away before he unbuttons his pants.
He takes them slowly down, his fingers touching his skin here and there, sending goosebumps over Jungkook's skin. He smirks, happy to see Jungkook affected.
"I want you to wear that too," he says, his voice an octave lower as he shows him a pair of dark tights.
So he takes his socks off then, and starts covering his legs with the tights, his eyes not shying away from looking at Jungkook's crotch in his underwear. "It would be better if you had panties on, or lingerie."
Jungkook scoffs, hiding his face with a hand. "I don't go around wearing that, and I didn't expect your idea of a date being me partaking in your kinks."
"It's not a kink," Jimin breathes, adjusting the tights over Jungkook's hips. He's close to him like that, and he brings a hand to Jungkook's top. It looks good of him, his pecs in lieu of breasts don't look too bad either, all of Jungkook's body looks heavenly anyway. "It's a passion."
"Sick passion," Jungkook whispers, looking away. Jimin loves how flustered he looks, so he gets closer and places a hand on his hip, nosing his hair.
"You like it, you love being used by me."
Jungkook doesn't reply, instead he lays down on the carpet, his arms feeling weak with Jimin so close. "Get to work then."
"Yes madame." Jimin brings the skirts and slides it easily on Jungkook. It falls well on him, and even if the colors of his outfit don't match much, he looks good. "You look gorgeous, you're just missing, let's say, longer hair, lipgloss, and jewelry."
Jungkook sighs in faux disappointment, his head resting on its side. "I'm never enough for you," he mumbles.
Jimin grabs one of his leg in hand by the ankle, he's practically between his legs now, and he brings it to his mouth, kissing the covered skin. "It's not like that, you're perfect."
He peppers the skin with more kisses, then mouthes over the tight a little lower on his calf.
"Fuck Jimin, stop that," Jungkook says, his voice breathless.
"Those are chast kisses," Jimin hums, kissing his ankle again for good measure, then the arc of his foot, then the plant. "Perfect everywhere."
Jungkook doesn't show any fight against this, so Jimin lets the foot go to lean over him, caging him down. He kisses his cheek, making Jungkook grunt, then goes to lick his ear lobe before he takes care of his neck with his mouth. "I love spending time with you like that."
"M-Me too," Jungkook says shakily, his hands end up on Jimin's shoulders, and instead of pushing him away like Jimin expects, they keep him close.
"Yeah? I love when you're honest with yourself."
Jungkook closes his eyes, letting Jimin mark his neck that he bares for him. "The opposite would be a lie," he breathes, his hands clenching where they rest on Jimin when he sucks his skin particularly hard. "I just wish things were different, and that'd mean you were different, more serious, but you're not."
"Hm-hmm.." Jimin is half listening to him already, Jungkook's complains falling on deaf ears.
"Shit," Jungkook curses when Jimin lets his weight fall on Jungkook completely, making him pull his knees up on each sides of Jimin's body, and make his skirt pool over his hips.
Jimin lets his neck go too see how wrecked he looks, laying under him with his neck red and covered with spit, his legs and arms welcoming Jimin easily, almost wrapping themselves around him.
"You're so good Jungkook, so easy when you want," he slurs, detaching himself from him, standing over Jungkook with his feet on each side of his hips. "I'd take a picture of you if I could."
Jungkook shakes his head slowly, too affected by Jimin's touches. It's so easy to get him under sweet headspaces where he is absolutely weak to Jimin. So, so easy. This is why playing with Jungkook is the best.
"I won't princess, I won't," he promises, leaving Jungkook on the floor to sit back on the couch. "Since we're not going to do it, you should eat and come here," he pats the free space next to him on the couch.
Jungkook grunts, then stands up, but before he can sit Jimin speaks up. "Give me a little twirl."
Jungkook glares at him. "I'm not doing that, I look ridiculous."
"You look good," Jimin says, grabbing Jungkook by the hips to actually make him straddle his laps.
He starts grabbing food then to feed him himself, the act more intimate than their usual vibe.
"I didn't expect you to not get down on me."
"You might think I'm a monster but I don't force myself on people," Jimin clarifies, feeding him fruits.
Jungkook only rolls his eyes. "Sure."
Jimin keeps feeding him, with a hand strategically positionned under Jungkook's small top, cupping his pec. Jungkook lets him do whatever he wants, munching on the food and making light comments.
"So how was your date?" Jimin asks eventually, kneading Jungkook's pec with a hand and holding a glass of wine with another.
"Random. We did what you liked," Jungkook pouts, shrugging his shoulders. He looks rather cute like that, sitting on his laps and complaining endlessly like a spoiled kid.
"We can do something you want next, outside too, but at one condition."
"I already know what it's going to be, so no," he firmly says, crossing his arms on his chest again. It looks funny with the girly top he wears.
"Please," Jimin begs, voice mockingly sweet.
"No, I'm not wearing anything weird outside."
"Not even a dress? You like them better than skirts," Jimin pledges.
Jungkook shakes his head. It's a pity, he'd look so good with one, just like he does right now with the skirt showing his bulky thighs and top leaving little to the imagination.
"Heels? Like boots at least, or—" Jimin sends him a knowing look. "Something no one can see."
Jimin plays with the threads of his top, untying them the two strands holding it together. His hands find the planes of his chest then. "You'd look so good with lace here."
Jungkook looks down at Jimin's hand grazing his chest and rubbing his nipples. He lets out a shaky sigh. "I'll see, if it makes you happy to know I have this underneath."
"Would make me very happy," Jimin states. "You're so good to me."
"I am," Jungkook breathes out, leaning to kiss Jimin, who smiles in the kiss, always feeling like he's winning when Jungkook is the one seeking it from him.
They keep kissing, drinking, eating and Jimin teasing Jungkook who plays hard to get until the younger decides it's time to leave at a respectable hour, earlier than Jimin would like, but since they're not going to fuck it's not a big loss.
Jimin watches him leave with a few clothes he agreed to take with him, for another time.
Jimin laughs to himself when the door closes, Jungkook is so good, so easy, he'll never prove him wrong.
Timely, after he settles everything back in place, his phone buzzes twice. When he opens it and tap on the notification, his smile grows.
Naeon
You're playing with the wrong girl Jimin
I'm warning you
She must've have heard of what he was up to at the party like often, or is straight up stalking him.
Jimin lets out a chuckle, not taking seriously, before he taps a quick respond and put his phone back in his pocket.
Jimin
Sure love
His playthings will always crawl back to him.