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Jungkook

"Jimin...!"

He stuttered, his breath haggard and coarse against his throat as the younger extended his tongue to lick the roof of his mouth whilst fixing his gaze down at the lewd scenery below him. The bedraggled mop of pale pink hair bobbed regularly between Jungkook's sweaty, bare and tensed thighs, those plump and sensuous lips circling the wide circumference of his throbbing, and almost bursting member without fail. The younger leant his head against the headboard of his bed to take in the euphoric, practically preposterous feeling erupting from every crevice of his body which started with the beautiful man who was currently erotically lapping up the pellucid streams of precum that trailed down the full length of his erection, and ended with the dimensional plane of cloud-nine which resounded in the hypothalamus of his fainting brain.

What was happening? How had it come to this? Watching as his chest rose and fell irregularly, and while he embraced the stickiness of his skin which found itself on every area of his body due to the condensation which boiled out of both of them, Jungkook had to momentarily squeeze his eyelids together before his pupils found his grey ceiling, to try and fathom the current turn of events, however this moment of consciousness soon left him after realising the strong possibility of this being totally just in his head.

There was no way he was waking up yet. This had to be a dream. And if that was the case...then he would enjoy every filthy second of it.

"Oi..." Jungkook mumbled, as he reached forward to grab the older's hair by his roots, his teeth digging down into his bottom lip as he pulled Jimin's mouth from his cock, the sounds of slurping and swallowing blasting his eardrums as he took in his lustful expression; the older's eyes were half-lidded and heavy, and his dark pupils were filled with wanted desire and bokeh lights whilst his tongue hung from his gaped mouth. The younger's blood pressure surged, once he had laid his eyes on the unholy image unfolding below his pelvis, a picture which he glued to his memory in the moment. In his daze, his fingers lost his grip among Jimin's silky pink strands and the older immediately dove down again to resume licking and sucking Jungkook's dick with that vulgar mouth of his. Something felt missing, but the younger's mind wouldn't wander far enough from this scene to grasp what it could possibly be.

His breathing sped up, and Jungkook clenched his white-knuckles against the rough fabric of his jeans in attempt to hold back his orgasm as he eyed the older man once more. If this was a dream..."...look at me."

Instantly, Jimin's eyes flickered upward and locked with his own, all the while the older shoved the tip of his cock further against the inside of his mouth, filling his left cheek with only half of his solid, pulsating member, and that was indefinitely enough to send a pleasurable shiver up his spine and up from his testes towards the opening of his erection:

"Shit...!"

His eyes shot open, and instinctively the younger bolted upward from his bed, his hands gripping his damp legs as his dilated pupils found the area between his thighs.

Where was he? His room?

His lungs expanded and deflated rapidly against his chest, a spiked efflux of hotness sprouting from his core while Jungkook stared down at his wet bedsheets in a post climax trance, his eyes wide and frozen to the empty spot at the other end of his bed while beads of sweat dripped from his heated cheeks.
Had he...had he dreamt all of that? Every single detail? Jungkook could still vividly picture, no, he could practically see the silhouette of the older's smaller body positioned in front of him with that dirty look crossing that piercingly lucid façade...the younger still couldn't think straight. Literally, and now even more literally. That dream couldn't have been more literal to describing the utmost inner thoughts now demonizing the world which he had considered almost extinct, because Jungkook hadn't dreamt in years.

"Fuck..."

"Jungkook?"

Leaping out of his chest, Jungkook's heart took a drastic turn when a not-so-distant voice suddenly spewed from outside of his bedroom door. Shit, fuck, shit fuck...Jimin was still here?! Focusing on the obvious dark patch of fabric which stained his bedcovers, the younger went to sit up only to be overwhelmed by his previous sickness which swarmed, and swirled around in his stomach. Shit, SHIT, he felt like he was gonna vomit...

"Jungkook? Are you awake?"

"Y...yeah," he called out, as he clutched his lower half, and in his frenzy he kicked his quilts onto the floor to try to hide the cum-stained splatter; the younger tried to stand from his bed, however another wave of dizziness was what he met instead of gravity as muffled footsteps found themselves getting closer and closer to his door. "Do you need something?" Jungkook winced, his voice breaking toward the end of his sentence. He just hoped that Jimin was still far enough to miss his staggering words.

"I was going to go out and buy some stuff for you to eat," the older replied, his presence now only a few metres away and still behind Jungkook's door. "Your fridge is practically empty, so I thought I'd fill it for you," Jimin called out, while Jungkook stared down at the still very apparent bulge beneath his pants. It felt disgustingly and grossly sticky. Just how much did his body have to betray him? Such a huge fucking load from a dream- "Did you want anything in particular?"

Swallowing, whilst trying to fight the dirty thoughts in the back of his mind, Jungkook squeezed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as he furrowed his brows in deep concentration. He had to fight his still eager erection somehow, and the sound of the smaller man's sultry voice was definitely not helping. Just focus on the conversation Kook. "No, I....you're not paying with your own money are you?" the younger croaked.

"W-well, how else am I supposed to buy anything?"

"My credit card is downstairs on the kitchen counter."

"I can pay for it, don't worry..."

"That's not the point," the younger breathed through gritted teeth. Just hurry and leave, for the love of god. "Y...you're buying my groceries. The shops around this area are high end-"

"So you think I can't afford it?" Jimin gruffly spoke out.

"No, that isn't-" Jungkook exasperated, as he clutched his head with sweaty fingers, creating knots of hair against his scalp in his anxiousness. Jimin was a doorknob away from seeing Jungkook in what could be the most embarrassing, and torturing scenario that could have passively come about. "I-I didn't mean it like that. You've done too much for me already. I'm not letting you spend a ridiculous amount of money on me." My pride wouldn't be able to take it.

"O-oh, right..."

"Mr Park, please-"

"Are you okay? You sound really out of breath."

Jungkook took in a deep breath. "I'm fine, just feeling slightly nauseous, nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure? I can bring you some water if you want-"

"Jimin, I'll be fine alone. I promise."

He heard a sigh on the other side of the door, and for a moment his jitters settled. "O-okay...put me on speed dial just in case!"

Jungkook couldn't fight the smile, and soft chuckle which left his lips. "Sure."

There was a slight pause, to where the younger pricked up his ears in anticipation of Jimin's next move or response. What he got was a tiny, small voice in reply. "...well, I'll be back in an hour..."

"Wait."

"Y-yes?"

"...banana chips."

"What? Oh, sure...I'll bring some back for you..."

"Get something for yourself too. My treat."

Then, the younger heard a gentle giggle from the other side, and a tiny part of his heart sped up once that pretty sound twirled around his head. "Jungkook, I'm not a kid. You know you keep forgetting, but I'm older than you. You should call me hyung outside of work."

Jungkook smiled. "I'll consider it. And I still stand by treating you in some way."

"Jungkook-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer."

"...just...you owe me. That's all."

"Sure."

Jimin sighed again, and the younger heard what he thought was the sound of a body sleeking away and shifting from the wood of the door. "I'll be back soon." The moment Jimin's feet reached the steps of his staircase, Jungkook forced his body up from his soaked mattress through his fatigued and rabid state, and crudely shuffled toward his ensuite bathroom before throwing the door against the doorframe and locking it behind him. Breathlessly, he fell back onto the door and found his body sliding down to the floor with his palms still rounding his member from underneath the clasps of his clothing. Now was the time. He had an hour to relish every ever dirty thought which he had had about the older, and now was the time to indulge in each and every single one of them since meeting the pink-haired mochi. Never had he felt so guilty, shameless, repugnant, as he circled his eager fingers around his dick and allowed his head to fall back to the painted-white, matt lumber behind him as he saturated his mind in the dream which he had just had.

Never had he felt so fulfilled, so satiated. After months of denying his own rapture the content bliss which filled that bathroom was so densely thick that it clouded the glass of the shower panels, until solid droplets of his lewd liquefaction formed and leaked all across his bathroom floor.

He had never felt so turned on, but so turned off at the person which he had become in the past months. He didn't recognise this person. The word 'torture' implemented itself so perfectly into Jungkook's current state of living, of his life, and as he briefly closed his eyes to visualize Jimin's beguiling, and bewitching tresses he found the void from deep within himself opening even further. How far could he take heartbreak? How far was he taking himself into this? This man was changing everything, and the younger had no idea what to do. He was physically taut, and once he was finished Jungkook found that part of himself healing over.

But what he didn't expect, was to still feel as empty and forlorn, as he had in the first place.

This chapter made me feel really sad.