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from: jimin
to: jungkook
so, let me get this straight, you want me to come over to your apartment in order to check out the monster… under your bed?
from: jungkook
to: jimin
yeah its pretty spooky dude :/// im just trying 2 get some sleep
from: jimin
to: jungkook
fine.
jimin turns up to jungkook’s apartment complex twenty minutes later. it takes him ten minutes to climb five flights of stairs due to the conveniently out of order elevator. and another five to find his exact apartment number (his glasses are foggy- sue him!).
when jimin finally arrives to apartment number seventy-five, he knocks on the door a couple times. he hears mumbled curse words through the door and he’d be lying if it wasn’t hot hearing jungkook cuss so loudly and open like that.
but that was beside the point— he’s here to investigate a possible haunting in jungkook’s bed, not be bedded by jungkook!
he snaps out of his trance when the man in question opens the door, the look on his face showing pure elation that jimin decided to show up at such a late hour. he motions for jimin to come inside, and the latter adjusts his skirt and walks in.
“you know, you’re the only person to get back to me, jimin.”
“oh, really.” he tries to hide his smile.
“yeah, i really appreciate it.”
“it’s no big deal. i mean, if your bed really is haunted, we can just, like, sprinkle some holy water on it and you can come over to my house until it goes away.” jimin tries not to sound so hopeful when bringing up the idea.
“really, you’d do that for me?” jungkook perks up. “ah, jiminie, you’re too kind!” he throws an arm over the latter’s shoulder. a friendly gesture, but jimin wishes it was something more.
since the formation of their little mystery solving group a couple years ago, jimin has harbored a tiny little (see: big fat) crush on jungkook. the younger man was always so much bigger than him— always so such stronger, faster, braver. where he was impulsive and built, jimin was more curves and brains. the other members thought the two complimented each other nicely, pointing out constantly how nice they’d look together.
thinking back at these memories led jimin to remembering the time jungkook carried him out of a haunted mansion bridal style, feeling his taut muscles strain against carrying jimin’s weight. jungkook’s pecs (so firm!), jungkook’s biceps (so firm!), jungkook’s triceps (so firm!), jungkook…
“jimin?” the younger man waves a face in front of the smaller. “earth to jimin!”
“oh, sorry,” he blushes. “it’s.. late.”
he glances at the clock— three in the morning? already??
“j-jinkies! that’s the witching hour! we better look at the monster because i just know it’s probably—“
a loud growl emits from deep inside the apartment, causing the complex to shake slightly.
“—about to act up.. right…”
jungkook gives him a toothy grin. jimin smiles back at him. he’s so cute i’m gonna lose my shit tonight i just know it but i have to keep it together please jimin please just for jungkook do it for HIM.
jimin has always liked the way jungkook’s room felt. neat and tidy with iron man posters and a corkboard next to his desk filled with maps and phonebook cut-outs. all of it completely in order… if you don’t count the bright glow currently coming from under jungkook’s bed. so he wasn’t making this all up… he knew the younger had a wild imagination sometimes.
“i tried everything!” he exclaims. “throwing salt at it, saging, nothing has worked!” the taller sighs, then flops down on his bed.
jimin sighs, too. and then sits down next to the bed, peering under the bedskirt. but, to his surprise, all he can see is a pure light shining out of a hole in the floor. he adjusts his glasses and nearly has to squint in order to see where exactly it’s coming from, but once you see a portal to another world, you’ve seen it a thousand times.
“oh… jungkook, i think a portal opened up from under here.”
“a what?! how? why?”
jimin blinks at him, expecting him to come clean about messing with demon summoning, or the ouija board in the closet from that one time. and yet, nothing.
the wide-eyed boy’s eyes grow even wider. “look, jimin, i didn’t mess with anything, i swear.”
“i-it’s okay, kook, you didn’t do anything. i’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this.”
and so jimin dives under jungkook’s bed, fishing around for the book that will explain this time-consuming problem. he makes it apparent to stick his ass out while looking for it, wiggling it around in the air while looking.
“aha! found it!” it in particular is a five thousand page encyclopedia on nearly all identified species of demons and monsters. he pulls out from under the bed him to a blushing jungkook. after standing up, fluffing out his skirt, and fixing his knee socks, he plops down next to him.
“w-what’d you find?”
“this!” the book lands with a loud thud and flies open to a random section about sex monsters.
“sex monsters?” jungkook blushes even harder. “i-i doubt that’s a sex monster we’re dealing with!”
“you’d be surprised! they always pop up at the most random times.” he giggles.
the bed rumbles once more, this time oozing an iridescent liquid out from the sides.
“oh, gross!” jimin exclaims, lifting his feet up from the wet carpet.
after finding a more comfortable position, the two begin flipping through the chapters to find what exactly they’re dealing with, starting with page one.
four thousand, five hundred and fifty pages and still no luck later, the pair land on the final, dreaded chapter— sex demons and monsters.
“kook, listen,” jimin lays a tiny hand on jungkook’s (hugebulgingthicccccc) thigh. “even if it turns out to be one of those, i’m not gonna judge you for it. it happens to everyone!”
“really?” jungkook sniffles.
“of course!” jimin lies through his teeth— contracting a demon portal through sexual urges is extremely rare.
“thank you again, jiminie! i wouldn’t have been able to get this far without your help!” he throws his arms around him his time. jimin leans into the hug, enveloping himself in the bigger man’s warmth. he sniffs, smelling something musky, like cologne, but… sweeter.
jimin feels himself growing warmer, especially towards the crotch area. he flushes, pulling away from the hug. he strategically places the book on his lap in order to properly finish the investigation. “u-um so, let’s get this over with, huh jungkook? so we can finally get some sleep?”
“right!” he can’t help but notice jungkook’s reddened face.
flipping through the last hundred pages of the encyclopedia leads them to a page on a specific demon given the title anteros lust. “sounds fancy.” jungkook snorts.
DEMON NO. 4989: ANTEROS LUST
THREAT LEVEL: MINIMAL
ORIGIN: ANCIENT GREECE
CAUSE: UNREQUITED SEXUAL DESIRE TOWARDS HOST’S PERSON OF INTEREST.
ABILITIES: SECRETS APHRODISIAC WHEN HOST’S P.O.I. IS NEAR
NOTE: SMELLS LIKE VANILLA AND SMOKE.
Anteros Lust will not act up immediately, it may take a few days in order for it to fully blossom into a full demon. Sexual intercourse is its only source of “food” and power. The spirit is not deadly, however it will not leave until the host satisfies its desire. There is no other way for it to die.
jimin laughs sheepishly. “so that’s what i smelled a few minutes ago,”
he looks up to see jungkook with a rather wild look in his eyes and a prominent tent growing in his sweats.
“jungkook…? are you okay?”
“jimin, i’m really sorry you had to find out this way, but for the past couple years, i’ve really wanted to fuck you. and i may be a little bit in love with you, too.”
“i— what? kook? are you sure this isn’t the aphrodisiac talking?” the smaller man smiles nervously.
jungkook shakes his head, and grabs his shoulders, forcing jimin to look him in the eyes. “i’ve never been more sure about something in my life. i really like you, park jimin. and i really want to fuck you.”
“oh… okay…” he feels lighter, high on the vanilla scented ooze seeping out from under jungkook’s bed, and also the sudden love confession. “kook, i like you a lot, too but we can talk about this after we’re done.” jimin kicks the book from the comforter, and climbs into jungkook’s lap.
the two dive into each other, lips gliding against lips, teeth clacking together on accident, but they’re too in the moment to care. eventually, jimin slips his tongue in jungkook’s mouth, and the younger man eagerly accepts it.
he also smoothes a hand over jimin’s thighs, stopping at the hem of his skirt before sliding one under it. jimin bites back a moan when he feels the other man slip past the waistband and begin to play with his supple ass. he squeezes his cheeks, groping and pinching the soft skin, before parting it to ghost a finger or two over—
“jimin… is that…”
“a buttplug? yeah.” jimin lets out a slight giggle.
jungkook nearly pushes the smaller man off of him when he flips him over, landing with his stomach flat on the mattress. he giggles again, this time mixed with a moan, because jungkook wraps a hand around the plug and starts playing with it. he pulls it out at first, watching jimin’s rim catch on it, pink and glistening with lube. he squeaks, blushing at how he’s so obviously enthralled with how interesting (or turned on? probably both, jimin concludes) jungkook finds the glittering toy up his ass.
“ah— jungkook, you’re so cute.” he smiles, fond.
“i’ve been looking forward to this ever since i met you.” he pants, eyes transfixed on the golden plug snug between jimin’s cheeks. he starts to fuck it deep into jimin, the older man letting out little whimpers and whines every time the plug just barely reaches his prostate.
“j—jungkook, please, stop, or i’ll cum!” he pleads.
“okay, okay, sorry.” he pulls the plug out completely and affectionately pats his ass, still admiring the reddened and puffy mess that is jimin’s asshole.
jimin turns back over, sitting up on jungkook’s bed now, focusing his attention on the obvious hard-on in his jeans. cat-like and smooth, he makes his way by crawling over to the other man.
his panties fall farther down his thighs until they’re caught around his knees. he notices this, and before continuing over to jungkook, he makes a show of removing them, lifting his ass in the air, skirt barely covering it anymore, reaching behind him, and pulling them off altogether.
jungkook gapes at the scene, and makes a move for his zipper. jimin grabs his wrist, looks up at him, and says “let me take care of you.”
—
jimin takes the zipper in between his teeth and moves down, letting jungkook’s cock fling out of his pants. the smaller man smiles in awe of how big he is, and how excited he is to try and swallow it all down his throat.
he grabs the hard length in one small hand, feeling the girth and how it barely fits around him. gathering the precum beading at the slit, he begins slowly jerking jungkook off. he hears the man above him grunt with each tug, moaning out a loud jimin when he lightly swipes a manicured nail over the head, and smirks to himself.
he takes his time with jungkook’s dick, admiring every inch of it, savoring the little sounds he makes whenever jimin’s lips graze the shaft. he plants a few kisses on the base before moving to his sac.
he sucks a ball into his mouth while he resumes jerking his cock back and forth, sinking his nails into jungkook’s thigh, forcing the younger man to make eye contact with the man with the hand on his cock and his balls in his mouth, his glasses foggy and crooked on his face.
jungkook almost shoots his load at the visual right in front of him, so he places both his hands on jimin’s hair and pulls him off. jimin pouts, puffing his cheeks, “i didn’t even properly suck you off yet.”
he’s going to be the death of him.
“you really don’t need to, jiminie.” jungkook reaches out to stroke his cheek. “if anything, we’ll have many more opportunities to do this in the future.”
jimin perks up at the implication of even more sessions… or whatever this is. he lies down on the bed, back facing the sheets this time. he hooks his knees under his arms, spreading himself open so his wet hole gapes at jungkook.
said man only now realizes that jimin is still fully clothed— his skirt rucked up around his hips, sweater surprisingly remaining neatly tucked into the skirt, his knee socks barely coming past his calves. jungkook also realizes that he’s still fully clothed too, only his cock hangs out of his jeans.
noticing the sweat pooling under his nose— the aphrodisiac (and jimin) made him a little hot— he yanks off his hoodie and makes a move to remove his jeans too before jimin stops him because fucking while clothed is a “turn on” for him.
the older man looks up at him now, breathing heavily. “jungkookie, can you fuck me now?”
right. fucking jimin. putting his cock inside of jimin’s ass. a thing that he’s wanted to happen for the past several years. finally going on right now. right.
“jungkookie!” the older moans out now, two tiny fingers scissoring in and out of his ass.
“ah, sorry.” he grabs the lube from his bedside drawer and—
“no need for that.” jimin starts. he removes his fingers and uses it to grab the other’s hand and move it to his entrance. “the demon’s aphrodisiac is so strong now that it’s—“ he lets out a moan when jungkook’s fingers slip into his ass, massaging his walls in search for his prostate.
he starts again. “the— ah, aphrodisiac is so strong now that it’s making me wet by myself. how neat is that?”
“yeah, really neat.” his fingers fuck into jimin’s ass with abandon now, getting him even wetting and looser.
“kook, please,”
jungkook stops immediately, using some of jimin’s… slick? to lather up his cock. he lines it up with his entrance, locking eyes with jimin. “i’m clean, are you?” the latter nods, pupils blown out and panting shallowly. he pushes in.
jimin yelps at the welcomed intrusion. he knew he was big, but not this big!
jungkook’s eyes widened, looking frantic. “jiminie, are you okay? do you want me to pull out?”
“of course not, just let me. adjust?”
the younger man visibly relaxes, and focuses on easing the rest of his cock inside jimin, burying himself in to the hilt.
jimin lets out a shaky sigh, and tells jungkook that he’s ready to continue. jungkook nods, and grabs his thighs and pushes them back even further to the point that jimin is nearly bent in half by jungkook’s strong arms.
“shit, you’re so flexible.” he manages to get out while wasting no time in fucking jimin into his bed.
jimin whines in return, fingers scrambling to find purchase in his bedsheets. he’s super aware of his body right now, aphrodisiac heightening his senses, making him feel every inch of jungkook’s cock slamming in and out of his sopping wet hole. his cock leaks at every thrust.
“f-fuck you’re so deep already, jungkookie.”
he feels himself being inched up the bed, bed frame threatening to start knocking up against the wall, so he makes jungkook pull out and lay down, much to both of their chagrin.
“why’d you do that?” the man pouts.
jimin straddles the younger man, biting his lower lip. “i wanna ride your cock.” he declares. “do you want me to face you, or…?”
jungkook is speechless, constantly impressed by jimin’s bluntness, so used to him being soft-spoken. “uh, you can face me this time.”
jimin smiles to himself. there it is again— this time. he still can’t believe there will be a next time, and that jungkook likes him— no, loves him back. but now’s not the time for that. the demon under the other man’s bed is slowly gaining power, and it won’t disappear until it’s satisfied.
jimin grabs ahold of jungkook’s cock and positions him right under his puffy hole. he sinks down quick, almost impaling himself on the hard length.
jungkook is the one who yelps this time. “fuck jiminie, warn a guy next time you do that!”
he giggles and apologizes with a light kiss on his nose. he works his hips on top of him, moving around in tiny and tight circles before starting to move.
this angle has the head of jungkook’s cock brush right up against his prostate, and jimin can’t get enough of it. he bounces up and down on his cock, letting out borderline pornographic noises every time it presses on that spongy nub. his own neglected cock slaps obscenely against his stomach with every thrust.
jungkook lies down, astonished. jimin is gorgeous— cheeks glowing a light pink, his once properly done blonde hair now sticking up in odd places, lips red and swollen, currently moaning out words that are almost entirely unintelligible. he can make out a few words, however: his name, fuck me, and so big.
jungkook takes the back of jimin’s neck and pulls him down so the two are face to face. he starts to jackhammer into the smaller man, roughly fucking his cock into him as they grunt and groan into each other’s mouths. he grabs and plays with jimin’s ass again, finger teasing his already stuffed rim.
“put it in.” he squeaks out.
jungkook wiggles a finger in beside his cock, stretching him out even more. jabbing that finger in the same rhythm that he has been fucking jimin in.
“f-fuck, jungkookie, i’m so close.”
jimin’s moans turn into whines as jungkook shoves another finger inside him, until he shoots his load right across the bigger man’s chest. he cums with a loud sob, shaking and crying and so, so, blissed out of his mind.
jungkook pulls his fingers out and continues fucking his cock into jimin’s wet hole, seeking and orgasm of his own now. jimin sleepily reaches for one of jungkook’s and slips two of his fingers into his mouth. he sucks on them lazily, tongue dragging over the pads of them, and maintaining heavy-lidded eye contact with him.
he lets out small whimpers, obviously overstimulated with jungkook’s cock still brushing up his prostate and his foggy post-orgasm haze. jimin’s cock lets out pathetic little spurts, twitching and leaky.
the combined visual of a fucked out jimin, covered in his own cum, drooling all over his hand drives jungkook to a powerful orgasm, releasing his seed deep inside of him.
after a couple minutes, jungkook pushes himself off of jimin. “hey, are you okay?” the man in question moans out a response, basically letting jungkook know that he wants to sleep. so he pulls a blanket over the both of them and goes to sleep, too exhausted to care about cleaning up, or whatever the fuck is happening under his bed.
in the morning, he finds himself alone in his bed. he jolts up in search of jimin, hoping and praying that the monster didn’t eat him in his sleep or something equally as bizarre yet plausible. all his panic goes away once the smaller enters his room, dressed in his oversized hoodie and holding a mug of coffee in his hand. his glasses are slightly clouded.
“morning, kook. some night, huh?” he makes small talk, as if they didn’t spend the past several hours trying to ward off a sex demon.
“yeah, some night…” he anxiously peers over his bed.
the demon is gone. and everything seems to be in order once again. he breathes a sigh of relief. “thank god that’s over.” he smiles, and moves his attention over to jimin. “can we focus on being boyfriends now?”
jimin grins, his eyes disappearing into pretty crescents. “i’d be happy too."