♠︎ two [18+]

CHAPTER TWO

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slash warning: 18+, don't read if not comfortable!! there is no more slash content in this book after this point, but there is smut.

♠︎ JUNGKOOK

"No luck?"

Jungkook glared at Jimin as he rejoined him across the bar. Jimin looked far too smug for his own good, a knowing grin on his face, his ash blonde hair framing his face delicately in the dim lights of the bar. 

But Jungkook was in far too foul a mood to appreciate the handsomeness of his friend right now. 

"Don't you dare say I told you so," Jungkook said sternly, taking a strong gulp of his whiskey. He turned to look at where he and Yoora had once been sat, where Yoora was now chatting happily to some of the other BigHit staff, entirely unfazed by Jungkook's heartfelt confession of a few  minutes earlier.

"But I did tell you so," Jimin quipped lightly, a smile gracing his full lips. "I've said it all this time. You need someone genuine, someone with a personality. And unfortunately, Yoora is a vapid social climber with the personality of a vacuum cleaner."

"Jimin-ssi," Jungkook warned him, but he didn't have it in him to chide his friend. For once, he let this slight on Yoora's honour go unchallenged, even if he did think it was wildly untrue.

"I don't get it," he mumbled to Jimin, worrying his lip ring between his teeth. "She says she wants a dominant man. I am a dominant man!"

"Well, yes, I know that," Jimin replied, sipping his champagne. "But unfortunately for anyone who isn't particularly close to you, you come across as a bit of a rabbit in headlights, Jungkookie."

Jungkook tutted at this, but said nothing. He knew, deep down, that it was true. People saw his wide eyes and bunny smile, on top of his reserved nature around strangers, and drew their own conclusions. 

His heart sank like a rock. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to change Yoora's mind.

Jimin could see that Jungkook was grudgingly accepting his fate, and rubbed a hand across his friend's back in a reassuring motion. 

"Poor little Jungkookie," Jimin continued in his light-hearted tone. "Why don't you forget it for now, hm? Take your mind off things. The night is still young, after all. Lots of mischief to get up to."

Jungkook glanced sideways at his friend. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Jimin smirked, draining his drink, and gazing at Jungkook with a twinkle in his dark eyes. 

"I might have one or two ideas."

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"Oh, f-fuck... nnghh..."

Jungkook increased his grip on the elder's hips as he pounded into him, fucking as deep as he could. The smaller boy keened, clearly oversensitive to how far Jungkook was buried inside him, but he didn't let up.

"Take it, you little slut," Jungkook rasped in his ear. "Take it like the good boy you are."

Jimin's eyes rolled back with pleasure at the filthy words. "Y-yes, daddy... oh..."

Jungkook's veins rushed with the alcohol and the thrill of being in control. It wasn't where he'd hoped to end up tonight, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

As Jimin's thighs began to tremble, Jungkook reached between them and squeezed the base of Jimin's cock, hard. "Hold it."

Jimin whined, locking his thighs against Jungkook's waist. "C-can't-"

"Yes you can," Jungkook told him sternly, squeezing harder and earning a gasp from Jimin. "Daddy's nearly there, just a little longer."

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, clearly unhappy with being denied his release, but he obeyed without question. That was the thing with Jimin - he loved to make Jungkook happy whenever they fucked. 

He did exactly as he was told. 

Normally, this made Jungkook unbelievably satisfied. But today, it didn't feel like enough any more.

Jimin moaned, distracting Jungkook from his worries. The sweat was painting his blonde bangs to his forehead as Jungkook picked up his pace, fucking him as hard as he could in chase of his own release. He could feel it building, spurred on by Jimin's soft pants and tortured moans at being denied his orgasm. 

"Fuck, Jimin, you take me so well," he growled, hips snapping wildly as he felt the knot in his groin tighten quickly. 

"Nnnnngh..." was all Jimin could manage, squeezing his own cock hard in an attempt to stave off his orgasm against Jungkook's rigorous fucking. "Daddy..."

The glaze that appeared over Jimin's eyes was the last straw for Jungkook and he came, buried deep inside of Jimin. As he continued to thrust through his orgasm, he watched Jimin's eyes screw shut, and figured he'd tortured him enough.

"You've been such a good boy," he praised, taking hold of Jimin's cock in his own hand and pumping it. "You can cum for daddy now."

This was all it took for Jimin to release all over his chest and Jungkook's hand, the pair of them panting and shaking in pleasure as the room filled with moans and heavy breaths. The glow of sex sat well on Jimin, as it always did, his ash blonde hair seeming to shine in the dim lights of his room. It was something Jungkook had always admired about his friend.

When they were both recovered, Jungkook pulled out of him and reached over for the tissues on Jimin's nightstand, cleaning up the elder carefully.

"Damn," Jimin commented as he leaned up on one elbow, watching Jungkook pulling his boxers back on. Jungkook watched his slender abdomen still rising and falling gently, muscles slick with sweat. "Yoora really did a number on you, huh?"

Jungkook snapped the waistband of his Calvin Kleins on. "What do you mean?" he asked, reaching for his t-shirt.

Jimin smirked, dark eyes following his movements. "You just fucked me within an inch of my life, and you still look like you're about to burst into tears. And now you're leaving?"

Honestly, Jungkook wasn't sure why he was feeling so lousy. Yes, Yoora had been a stumbling block - but sex nearly always made him feel better, especially this kind of sex, where he could exercise complete control. 

But today... today, something felt off. 

"Sorry," he apologised to Jimin, stepping back into his jeans and doing up his belt. "I'm not feeling it today, Jimin-ssi."

"Clearly," Jimin eyed Jungkook carefully. "Don't worry, Jungkookie, I just wanted you to feel better. I'm not upset if you don't stay and snuggle."

At this, at least, Jungkook could be amused. He and Jimin were best friends, before anything else - it was only very occasionally that they indulged in this side of their relationship. It was entirely unattached on both sides, and they fit together perfectly; Jimin, for all his talk, was a complete submissive in the bedroom, and gave into Jungkook without so much as an order, most of the time. 

"I do feel better," he insisted, though he wasn't sure he believed it himself. "Promise."

Jimin rolled his eyes, but Jungkook could see he was smiling too in amusement. 

"Alright, fine. Off you go, then," Jimin ordered, shifting himself underneath the covers and reaching for the lamp. "And cheer up, for God's sake. I don't give every man the privilege of this ass, you know."

Before Jungkook could so much as open his mouth to respond, Jimin had turned out the light. 

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