A/N I'M DELETING ANOTHER BOOK AND COMPILING ALL MY FANFICS IN HERE
It was 4.12 in the morning and Jungkook could feel his boyfriend subtly rubbing himself against his backside. He could tell Jimin was awake by the harsh breathing on the back of his neck, arms curled tight around his waist as he murmured his name.

“Jimin,” Jungkook moans in irritation. “Get the hell off. It’s four in the morning.”

“Hard baby,” he whimpers into Jungkook's ear and his stomach clenches. “Hurts.”

“Then help yourself off,” Jungkook reaches behind him to pinch Jimin’s naked thigh and sends him jumping away with a girlish squeak.

“Babeee,” he whines. Jungkook could hear the pout in his voice, the image of his bottom lip hung and eyes shiny flashing on his closed eyelids.

“No Jimin.”

There’s a few seconds of silence. “Fine,” he huffs. Jungkook listens as he shuffles around and he think he’s going back to sleep but then he hears the gentle thud of clothing on the floor. He craved to pull on his hair and cry, he just wanted to go back to sleep already.

Jungkook listens while he glides his hands over his body, quiet sigh leaving Jimin's lips followed by a hiss. He grunts when Jungkook says his name.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking care of myself,” he breathes out, softly moaning right after. Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, willing Jimin’s noises to not reach his ears. “Mmm..”

“Be quieter,” Jungkook growls. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sorry,” Jimin moans even louder. Jungkook hears slick sounds fill the quiet air and he figures Jimin spit in his hand to make his slide easier. He could tell by the squelching that he’s moving slow, teasing himself, probably dragging his hand up and down his thick shaft. He soundly shucks in through his teeth and let’s it out in a strangled moan, whispering curses under his breath.

“I swear to fucking God,” Jungkook angrily smacks the mattress and pushes himself up onto his knees, twisting his body around so he can slap Jimin’s wrist to release his cock. “Let the fuck go.”

“Are you going-”

“Shut up,” Jungkook grumbles, wrapping his fingers around Jimin’s hard member and giving him a dry jerk. He moans and reaches forward to cup the back of his neck.

“I love you baby.”

“Fuck off.”

Jungkook takes his swollen head into his hot mouth, tongue pushing into his leaking slit as he slowly sinks down, his hips rolling up off the bed to bury himself deeper. He reaches up to yank on one of Jimin's peaked nipples in a warning, earning himself a whine when he arches his back into your touch. Jungkook pulls away to grip Jimin’s base with both his  hands, his cheeks hollowing themselves out so his head can quickly bob up and down Jimin's shaft.

“Baby, fuck,” he groans, stomach muscles clenching and nails digging crescents into the back of Jungkook's neck with his tight hold. He slides his way down his back, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of his boxers to grip the fleshy globe of his ass cheek.

Jungkook moans around him and he bucks up into him, causing him to slightly choke around him.

“Sorry.”

As Jungkook's swallowing him down and twisting his wrist around his base, he takes a hold of his thigh and turns him, brings him closer so he can smooth his hand further over his ass. He squeezes before slipping his fingers through Jungkook's wetness. He moan around Jimin when he wiggles a finger into his fluttering hole, walls clenching around the intrusion as he feels around, curling and uncurling, making Jungkook's eyes fall close. He pumps inside a few times before pushing a second in along the first, thick fingers stretching his rim.

Jungkook takes him deep into his throat when Jimin reaches far, searching for the one spot that would have his legs trembling next to him. With one thrust of his hand he had to pull off his cock, ignoring the saliva and precome dripping from his lips as Jungkook moans and drop his forehead onto Jimin's thigh.

“Fuck Jimin please,” he whimpers, gripping him tightly. He pants heavily, weakly trying to jerk his shaft while Jimin strokes over his spot with careful fingers. Jungkook bite onto his leg to keep from screaming and jimin hisses above him, hips fucking up into his hand.

“Fuck this,” he growls and Jungkook scrunches his face up uncomfortably when he pulls his fingers out of hik. He releases Jimin’s leg.

“What are you-”

His hands are on Jungkook's hips, lifting him into the air and he has to grab onto the sheets so he doesn't fall. Jimin throws Jungkook down in front of him, takes a handful of his hair when he glances at him over his shoulder. He crawls on top of Jungkook, straddles the backs of his thighs and leans down to breathe into his ear.

“I need to come inside,” he whispers, ripping Jungkook's head back to mouth at his jaw while Jimin guides himself between his cheeks. He feels Jimin cock slide through his wetness, smearing it around until he’s slowly pushing inside. He nibbles on Jungkook's ear and begins to grind into him from behind.

“Jimin,” he whimpers.

Jungkook lays his cheek onto the blanket, giving his boyfriend room to kiss the side of his neck, Jimin’s eyes flickering to the sheet that was fisted in your hands. He releases Jungkook's hair, presses a kiss to his temple while skimming his way up his arm, his fingers interlocking with Jungkook's. He does the same with his other hand, all of his weight falling onto Jungkook's back but he doesn't seem to care, too distracted with the way he was pumping inside of him, pitched whines floating into Jimin’s ear.

“Baby,” he whispers. “I have… I have to come. I’m g-going to-”

Jimin releases him and sits up on Jungkook's thighs, hands flat on his back to pin him to the bed as he fucks in hard and deep. Jungkook buries his face into the blanket and let out a string of cries, his body jerking up the bed as his hole is pounded and stretched around Jimin’s thick cock, sharp inhales and breathy whines coming from said man every time Jungkook's walls tightly gripped him. Jimin's nails dig into his skin and he thrusts into him harder, angling his hips up in order to take his breath away.

When Jimin’s thighs shake with his approaching orgasm, he leans over Jungkook's back again, arms hooking underneath his and mouth back to breathing against his ear. Jungkook grabs his hands and he squeezes Jungkook in a tight grip, his panting growing faster with his snapping hips, one last groan echoing around as Jimin unloads inside of him. He sinks his teeth into Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes clenched shut and fingers wrapped so tightly around his he was losing circulation, his cock twitching and dumping endless amounts of come into him.

“Shit, take it all baby..” Jimin murmurs, kissing the deep teeth marks he left on his skin as he carefully milks himself dry, balls still shriveled up and twitching on Jungkook's thighs.

“How much did you just come?” Jungkook asks, breathing heavily. Jimin laughs beautifully and he turn to look at him, getting his lips to Jungkook's eyebrow.

“You’ll probably have about ten of my babies if you were female but that’s okay.”

Jimin grunts when he pulls out, finally finishes emptying himself, Jungkook winces and rolls over once he’s off of him. He hovers over Jungkook and pecks his lips a few times, moving to his neck and collarbones.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook's back arches up when Jimin swirls his tongue around his nipple, twisting and tugging the other between his fingers.

“You didn’t come,” he sweetly reminds him.

“No it’s fine-”

“Shh,” he slinks up to capture Jungkook's lips in a kiss, his warm muscle lapping the words right out of his mouth. Jimin pulls away and grabs his wrists, affectionately kisses all of his knuckles before resting Jungkook's intwined hands on the duvet.

Jimin goes back down, leaves a line of kisses down Jungkook's stomach to his pubic bone. Jungkook pushes his hips up and his eyes glance up at Jimin, dark with lust as he lovingly kisses his dick. Jungkook digs his nails into the backs of Jimin’s hands when he takes his first lick, slipping over his tip and pulling a soft moan from him.

Jimin dips his tongue in and licks a long strip up the underside of Jungkook's cock, collecting his precum that he eagerly slurps down. He pulls away from Jungkook's hand so he can probe his hole with his fingers, Jungkook's own curling into his hair when two slide in. Jimin lifts Jungkook's legs onto his shoulders, heels of his feet digging into his back as he languidly pokes at Jungkook's walls. He twists his fingers as he thrusts, plump lips wrapped around Jungkook's dick and sucking dutifully.

“Jimin,” Jungkook throws his head back and grip his hair tighter. His hips push up into his face on their own accord. “Fuck..”

Jimin pulls away to dust dark bruises along the insides of Jungkook's thighs, fingers still pumping into him and quickly gaining speed. Jungkook feels him smirk against hus skin when his breath hitches at his curling digits. Jimin's chest rises and falls, spine curving itself as his lips return to Jungkook's clenching heat, tongue ravishing him and fingers mercilessly driving into the maknae. Jungkook's taken off guard at the sudden pace change, sudden roughness and his mouth drops in a silent scream, thighs clenching around his boyfriend’s head.

Jimin tongues at and nibbles around the stretched rim of Jungkook's entrance, tip slithering in to join his quick thrusting hand. He hooks them against Jungkook's sweet spot and he cries out until his throat feels raw.

“Baby come in my mouth,” he murmurs against him, voice laced with pure seduction. “Let me taste you.”

His vibrations have Jungkook tipping over the edge, white hot heat exploding in the pit of his stomach and spreading like fire throughout he rest of his body. Jungkook's thighs tremble as they’re spiked with immense pleasure, hand tugging on Jimin’s hair and pulling whimpers from him that matched his own.

Jimin slows his fingers down, still hooking them inside of Jungkook as he rides out his orgasm on his face until he's squirming in overstimulation, his tongue lapping up his release and swallowing it down.

Jungkook loosens his grip and he pulls back to look at Jimin, fingers slipping from inside and he snorts at the mess on his cheeks and chin.

“You got a little something,” Jimin teases him and he rolls his eyes with a smile, wiping Jungkook's shiny come from his face. Jimin lays on Jungkook's thigh and strokes his thumb over the back of his hand. “Can we go back to bed now?”

He shakes his head, smirking.

“I think we should shower first.”

“We can shower in the morning.”

He pulls away from Jungkook, moves his legs from his shoulders and crawls up his body to slowly kiss him.

“I’m not talking about cleaning up baby boy,” he whispers. “I’m talking about a round two.”

“Round tw- no. No way, I’ll fall asleep on you-”

He pouts and licks open Jungkook's mouth.

“But baby,” he whines. “I just want my Prince to be satisfied and full of me.”

“What?” Jungkook scratches his back as he kisses Jimin's neck. He moves up and tugs on Jungkook's earlobe with his teeth.

“Wanna fill you up some more,” he mumbles. “Wanna have your cute tummy so swollen with my come baby, need it so bad, wanna hear it slosh around inside you when you walk-”

“Get out of here,” Jungkook pushes at the side of his head and he lets out a wobbly ‘whoa’ as Jimin rolls right over the edge of the bed. He groans when he hits the hardwood with a heavy thud and Jungkook stifles his laugh, crawling underneath the blanket and laying on his pillow.

“Babe,” he whines from the floor. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“Night Jimin.”