maybe don't read this chapter in public lmaO
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Jungkook really wasn't planning on staying long.

Although Jimin had peaked his interest, he knew that he didn't have the time to waste on waiting for him to wake up. The other had already passed out on his couch, Jungkook just waiting for his coffee to brew before he would leave.

He was going to leave, that is until he heard a noise that spiked his interest when he was in the middle of pouring himself a cup of coffee.

A whimper.

He knew that his ears weren't deceiving him, and knew that their was only one person in the room that could've made the noise; and so his head whipped around, eyes widening at the sight he caught unfolding on the living room couch.

Jimin's face was flushed a deep shade of pink, eyes screwed shut as he writhed around on the couch. His fingers were gripping the fabric of the couch cushions extremely hard, head tilted back as he took in stuttering breaths.

Jungkook nearly completely dropped the coffee cup that was in his hand, quickly setting it down on the counter as gently as he could before he began walking over to Jimin quietly. The brunette let out a whine that had Jungkook sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, almost in awe that an opportunity like this was basically being handed to him.

He observed as Jimin's toes curled, oversized sweater hiking up and exposing the smooth skin of his stomach.

Jungkook reached out once he was close enough, brushing a few sweat soaked pieces of hair out of his eyes. He wondered if his power could work even though Jimin was asleep, shrugging and caressing Jimin's cheek with his thumb as he tested out his theory.

Sure enough, he watched Jimin's nose twitch a bit as it seemed to sniff the air that was now becoming polluted with Jungkook's scent; only moments later he was letting out a soft moan, reaching up and grabbing at Jungkook's bicep.

Jungkook leaned down, smirking softly and pressing a soft kiss to Jimin's forehead. It sent the other reeling, crying out and clawing at Jungkook's shoulders to pull him down further.

"Jimin." Jungkook whispered, shaking the other gently. "Jimin, wake up."

He shook the other a bit harder when he didn't respond, watching with satisfaction as Jimin's eyes finally fluttered open, lips parted and glossy. "What were you dreaming about?" Jungkook asked softly, noticing that Jimin's grip on his shoulders hadn't lessened a bit.

"I don't..." Jimin screwed his eyes shut, able to feel his hard on throb within the confines of his jeans. He took in a deep breath, not able to hold back the soft moan that left his lips as he breathed in the sweet scent that surrounded him.

Jungkook smelled of roses, nutmeg, and vanilla. The sweetness left him almost dizzy, not thinking twice before he pulled Jungkook on top of him and buried his face in the crook of his neck. "I don't remember." He mumbled, though it was a lie. Jimin didn't want to dwell on it right then, not when he knew exactly what the look in Jungkook's eyes meant.

Jungkook smirked as he felt Jimin's lips on his neck, finally climbing up onto the couch alongside him and straddling his hips with his thighs.

"Sounded to me like you were really liking it, whatever it was." He mumbled, sitting up and running his hands underneath Jimin's sweater. His skin was so hot, sweat beading up on it as Jungkook leaned down and pressed a kiss just below his ribcage. "But now you're all worked up."

His right hand travelled down and cupped the obvious bulge in Jimin's jeans, listening to how pretty the other sounded as he mewled in response. "I could help you out, if you'd like."

Jimin nodded frantically, breathing uneven as he brought his hands down to tangle in Jungkook's soft hair.

"Please." He gasped out, tugging at the darkly coloured strands atop Jungkook's head as he sucked hardly on a sensitive spot just below his navel. "I need it."

Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle, quickly undoing Jimin's belt buckle and pulling the belt out of its loops.

"Of course you do." He snickered, undoing the other's zipper and tugging Jimin's jeans down until they were mid thigh. "You've got to tell me what you really want though."

Teasing Jimin was so much fun, Jungkook found out. The way he writhed around, the frustrated noises he would make when he bucked his hips up only for Jungkook to push them back down again and deny him any friction.

"Your mouth." Jimin breathed out, eyes fluttering shut.

"Where do you want it?" Jungkook asked softly, reaching down to squeeze Jimin's ass before sliding his hand back up to rest over his dick once more.

Jimin shivered at the implications behind the question and his actions, merely tightening his grip on Jungkook's hair and pushing his face towards the tent in his boxers. Jungkook chuckled softly, nodding and palming Jimin's bulge slowly. "Could've just asked."

He removed his hand, instead choosing to mouth at the front of Jimin's underwear and watching as his thighs tensed up at the contact. He only tugged his boxers down once Jimin was panting, licking his lips once his cock finally sprung free of its confines.

He adjusted how he was sitting, hand on Jimin's dick and pumping it slowly as he slid down further so that he could be at a more comfortable angle.

"Hurry up." Jimin whined, Jungkook raising an eyebrow as he brought his mouth close to the other's length.

"An attitude like that's going to get you absolutely nothing." Jungkook mumbled, breath hot against Jimin's cock as he punctuated his words with a slap to the brunette's ass. "Want me to leave you to deal with this on your own?"

Jimin shook his head frantically, legs tightening around Jungkook's body.

"No, I'm sorry, Jungkook please." He begged, borderline sobbing upon finally feeling Jungkook's lips finally circle around the head of his cock.

Jungkook merely hummed as he swirled his tongue around the salty skin, lapping up all of Jimin's precum as sucked on it softly.

Jimin moaned out shamelessly into the air, thighs shaking with each inch that Jungkook's mouth took him in. It was so hot and wet around his dick, Jungkook's tongue licking along the underside as he continued to take him in fully. Jimin couldn't help but buck his hips up into Jungkook's mouth, listening as the other choked on him, throat tightening around his length. It drew a long moan out of Jimin, Jungkook looking up and narrowing his eyes.

He dug his fingernails into Jimin's thigh as a warning, the other biting his bottom lip to muffle at least some of his moans.

Jungkook lifted off of Jimin with a lewd 'pop', giving kitten licks at the head for a moment before taking him in completely again. He bobbed his head slowly, watching through his bangs as Jimin threw his head back against the cushions, moaned out curse words leaving his lips.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" Jimin cried out, grip on Jungkook's hair tightening as he guided the other to take him even deeper.

Jungkook's mouth felt like heaven, so hot, the way he sucked on the head harshly each time he brought his head up - Jimin wasn't going to last much longer, not with how quickly the warmth was pooling in his lower abdomen. "I'm gonna cum." He cried out breathlessly.

He tried to pull Jungkook off of him before he did, but the other brought his hand atop Jimin's, pushing down so that he would stay in place.

"Jungkook!" Jimin cried out, thighs trembling and back arching as he came down the other male's throat. His grip on Jungkook's hair was painful, but Jungkook couldn't bring himself to care, just focusing on Jimin's own pleasure as he swallowed all that the other had released.

He sucked on Jimin's length softly still, working him through his orgasm before he completely pulled off. Jungkook wiped his mouth, watching how Jimin's eyes fluttered shut, chest heaving.

He smiled softly before tucking Jimin back into his boxers and tugging his jeans up onto his hips once more.

It was when he climbed off of the brunette and stood up, that he noticed with wide eyes that Jimin had fallen asleep once more. He couldn't help but laugh, leaning down and ruffling his hair.

"You're going to think this was just a dream, aren't you?" He sighed, thinking a moment before his gaze set on the permanent marker that he saw resting on the side table next to the couch.

He quickly retrieved it before walking back to Jimin, picking up his arm before uncapping the marker with his teeth and writing on the other's skin.

It was there that he wrote down his phone number, a teasing message of 'I guess I tired you out.' scrawled underneath it along with his name.

There was something about him, that Jungkook knew he wanted to indulge in again.

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@the people who wanted me to draw a picture of demon!jimin

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- Charlie :)