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It was a nice, calm afternoon of mid March—with pleasant winds and a gentle kind of cold which makes you want to open the windows and bask in the hinting warmth of the incoming spring.
The ceiling fan moved in a slow pace, humming louder as it sped up when a particularly strong gust of breeze pranced in from the balcony. Life buzzed outside their apartment complex and children squealed in the park down below.
On the 23rd floor, it was nothing more than a lullaby for a day Jungkook calls as one of his snoozy days. He was in a mood for lazing around, to just throw himself on the nearest comfortable place and do whatever was possible without moving around much and maybe fall asleep in the process.
Piling his laptop, charger and phone on the edge of his bed, he changes out of his too warm hoodie and slips into a thin, white sweater that’s too big on him—warmth in its place, and full ventilation as well.
His brown bunny ears flop on his head and tail wiggles inside his pants as he skips around gathering his snacks in the shared apartment he lived in with his snake hybrid roomie. With his insanely hot and heat-triggering snake hybrid roomie. A roomie Jungkook usually steers clear off because he really doesn’t trust himself to behave whenever he’s in his vicinity.
Speaking of whom, Park Jimin was currently idling around in the balcony, standing in a similar white shirt and sweats, his dirty blonde hair dancing in the wind. He looked angelic from where Jungkook stood, admiring his elegant figure behind which the cherry blossoms waved at him, his petrichor scent dousing the room coming in with every gust of wind that Jungkook inhaled. He is quick to look away though, fearful of Jimin’s predatory instincts alerting him gawking shamelessly, and busied himself in connecting his device to the television.
The doors to the balcony had been left open, the breeze twirling the white mesh curtains in its wake—making the sunlight dance on their marble floor, creating golden sparkles.
Jimin had already smelled Jungkook’s white musk scent before he heard him bustle around inside, turning with his elbow on the railing to see what the bunny was upto—tangled in wires that he plugged in and huffed happily when the television started mirroring the laptop screen.
He watched, amused and not moving a muscle so as to not startle Jungkook who assembles the setup with a constant skip in his step.
So easy to bring a smile to that face, Jimin thinks.
As if sensing eyes on him (a green predatorial pair of which isn’t too hard to miss), Jungkook’s ears shoot straight up as if alert and head whips towards Jimin.
Jimin greets him with a quick arch of eyebrows and a small smile.
Traitorously, Jungkook’s nose starts to twitch relentlessly, adding to Jimin’s delight when Jungkook blushes all red and whisks over to the couch, jumping in a corner of it and hiding his face behind his knees as his ears plop down over his human ears. He pats his hand around him looking for the remote.
He hears Jimin laugh, he can even feel him shaking his head because it’s not the first time Jungkook’s bunny instincts have successfully failed him in hiding his massive crush on Jimin, who takes all the attention like a champ.
Fucking menace.
From his peripheral vision, he sees Jimin walk back inside, and grab the remote from the other edge of the couch.
Dang it.
“Here you go.” Jimin extends his hand, a smile evident in his voice as he offers the remote to Jungkook.
“Thanks.” He murmurs, taking it all the while refusing to look at him.
“What are you watching?”
“Ice Age 3?”
Jimin hums in a thought, “Is that the one with the dinosaurs and the cool ass weasel?”
Jungkook can’t help but release an abrupt laugh and nods looking at the front, “Yeah. The one with the cool ass weasel, exactly.”
Jimin shifts his weight on one leg, “Haven’t you like, watched it a thousand times already?”
“It’s still not ten thousand times.” Jungkook states like it’s a very solid argument (which it is, fight him).
“You literally quote the dialogues unprompted even before the character could say it.”
At that, Jungkook finally looks up at Jimin, offended. “I do not.”
“Not saying it’s a bad thing, bun.” Jimin smiles down at him, his slitted pupils round for the time being and Jungkook finds himself getting hypnotised by their glow, as cliche as it sounds. Jimin snickers, flicking his chin affectionately, right where his scent gland is before walking towards the kitchen. “I’m making some kimchi pancakes. You want some?”
The question goes unanswered, Jungkook being frozen in his seat on being called ‘bun’ and caressed on his scent gland simultaneously.
Jimin leans on the wall separating the kitchen and the drawing room, a smile ghosting on his lips when he smells the spike in his scent.
“Jungkook?”
He snaps out of it. “Yeah!”
“Yeah to ‘Jungkook’ or kimchi pancake?”
“No. No, you make it for yourself, I’m not hungry.” He waves his hand.
Thankfully enough, Jimin doesn’t poke him anymore, disappearing in the kitchen to feed himself while Jungkook starts his movie with a heated face.
He is quick to get absorbed in the huge screen, sinking into the couch once his mind is off Jimin and his body unwinds itself.
Double thankfully, he doesn’t notice the smile that forces its way on Jimin’s face as he watches Jungkook sit wide-eyed, face forgotten to be hidden—now breaking into occasional giggles.
As much as he likes to tease Jungkook over the littlest things, he could easily fall into the same category as him when he thinks to himself how easy it is to make the bunny happy. Because why the hell is Park Jimin laughing when something funny happens in the movie and he isn’t even watching it?
Simple, since Jungkook is, and he’s staring at him at a rate that’d scare the bunny off if he were paying attention to his surroundings.
Luckily, Jimin has successfully managed to earn his trust, which wasn’t easy at the start, and that Jungkook would jump out of his wits even when Jimin announced his arrival let alone breathe in the same direction as him. But those days were something they laugh about now (when Jungkook isn’t being a flustered mess and actually talks to Jimin without twitching his nose and running away).
Nonetheless, Jimin wasn’t a creep, just a little too in awe of Jungkook when he caught himself staring for too long and immediately got back to make his snack. He kept up with the movie with the audio only, huffing in amusement when a character said something comical, then hiding his laugh behind his fist when he heard Jungkook giggle on his own.
Once he’s done making his snack, he decides to eat it on the kitchen island itself, not wanting to keep poor Jungkook on edge while he enjoys his movie.
It’s not a bad thing per se, that Jungkook goes a little . . . panicky around Jimin. And they both know it’s just the predator-prey dynamic that stays no matter how much trust Jungkook has on him. But they have come to enjoy this little run and chase of theirs where neither of them get what they want, but they have fun with it anyways.
He doesn’t know about Jungkook, but it excites him at least. The carefulness with which Jungkook carries himself around Jimin like the bunny would harm him of all people, not the other way around. Or how he seems to fail so sweetly at concealing his pheromones.
It’s cute, really. And even though it’s not in Jimin’s nature to be territorial, in Jungkook’s it is, and the snake hybrid can’t help but find delight in the fact that the lovely, sweet bunny could unintentionally act possessive towards him.
Going a little more into his thoughts, he kind of loses track of the real world, mechanically eating his kimchi pancake before he hears a clearing of throat.
He blinks back from the daze, his somehow dilated pupils expanding back to their normal size.
Jungkook clutches the remote in his hands, chewing on his lips with furrowed brows, concerned. “You okay?”
“Uh . . . ?”
“Your erm,” The bunny gestures around vaguely, “Your scent, it’s-it’s everywhere all of a sudden. I thought it was raining for a second.” He chuckles awkwardly, trying to dissipate the clear indication of what’s happening to Jimin.
“Oh.” Jimin scratches his head, trying to bring his soaring scent in control. “Sorry, I didn't realise.”
Jungkook still doesn’t let him off. “Are you sure? Is your—uhm—Is it coming sometime around?”
Jimin casts a confused frown at him before realisation dawns on him with how quickly Jungkook’s human ears turn red.
“Oh! Oh, oh no.” Jimin shakes his head frantically, chuckling. “No, it’s not. Don’t worry. If it was, I’d be at someone’s place, Kook-ah. Not here.”
“Right . . .”
Jungkook nods, focusing on the floor between them. Jimin did not want to feel so confident, but something in Jungkook’s voice and the way his expression fell when he mentioned spending his mating cycle with someone seemed off. But again, he usually is a little reserved so Jimin might as well be shooting his shot in the dark.
Even so, to save himself (and Jungkook) from the little awkwardness that budded at the moment, he quickly finishes his food, and puts the dishes in the washer.
He passes by the living room, “I’ll be in my room.” He informs Jungkook, who opens his mouth to say something so Jimin waits.
“Do you . . . perhaps, want to watch the movie with—with me?” He struggles, eyes darting from Jimin to the floor real quick.
And oh how much Jimin wants to say yes, to sit with him and pretend to not be a vicious prey but just a friendly roomie. But he also knows Jungkook is a kind soul, and he’d always put others’ comfort over his. So Jimin, even though dying to be selfish, shakes his head with a solemn smile.
“It’s fine, I already hear you reciting the whole movie in your sleep.”
Jungkook gasps, feigning his annoyance and Jimin continues.
“Imagine that mammoth of an animal talking in a cutely delirious lisp, now that’s more entertaining—hey!” He jumps back with a laugh when Jungkook throws a cushion at him, failing to keep his own smile at bay.
“Get lost, you snake.” He calls after a retreating Jimin, abashed.
“Careful, or I’ll eat you, bun!” He yells over his shoulder, laughing when he hears Jungkook choke on air before Jimin closes the door behind him.
Even in his room, Jimin did nothing different than what he has been doing since morning—hanging out near his window. He was surprised with himself at how he could just watch the clouds change shape, or listen to the wind whistling its tune, like flirting with him for hours, and he’d still wonder where all the time went.
But today he doesn’t fret over lost time for even he feels the lethargy that comes with Jungkook’s lounging scent.
He hears soft padding of feet, and it’s only then he realises that there’s no sound coming from the living room. The shuffling is followed by a click of the door and then silence.
Well, Jimin thinks as he looks upward, he guesses he can use the living room now, maybe water the plants in the balcony or else he’ll just fall asleep for a very long time and he doesn’t want to sleep just yet.
So he leaves the room, stretching his arms over his head and yawning loudly. Padding barefoot to the kitchen, he takes the watering can out of the cabinet under the sink and places it under the tap, leaning against the counter as it fills up.
From his vantage point, he could see the reflection of the television changing colours on the marble floor. Jungkook probably decided to watch something to kill his time and forgot to disconnect the mirroring.
Paying no heed to it, he turns the tap off and heaves the can in his hands. And while grunting and waddling across the kitchen to the living room, he makes the disastrous and very humane blunder of sparing a glance at the screen. He nearly tripped on his feet, the water splashing and tiny droplets spilling out as Jimin stares stupefied.
“What the fuck?” He whispers in the empty room.
There on the television with the caption, ‘Mean Snake Fucks Bunny Dumb’ was a man fucking into another man quiet aggressively . . . and with a look up at the corner of the screen, the audio is connected to ‘JK’s headphones’ and Jimin’s thoughts derailed into oblivion.
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuc—
And then he hears it, once the situation starts to piece together and as a hybrid who’s hearing capacity is way better than a normal human’s, he starts to hear it—the disjointed, silenced voices of pleasures that are betraying Jungkook’s efforts of keeping as quiet as possible.
Jimin Jimin Jimin.
Like a holy chant, Jungkook repeats with every gasp and choke of his building orgasm.
The stillness Jimin feels is louder than anything, the water can long forgotten in his hand as he watches the whole video, simultaneously hearing Jungkook’s ragged breath that escalates as the video approaches its end. His mouth falls open in a shaky exhale when the bunny’s muffled cry announces his orgasm and Jimin’s eyes widen when he looks down at his own crotch—his cocks tenting under the fabric.
Shit.
He panics, looking around and stumbling between the hallway and balcony with the water can splashing helplessly under all the confused movements before Jimin says ‘fuck it’, unplugs the TV and leaves the water in the middle of the room as he runs to the bathroom.
The door shuts rather loudly behind him and he presses his back to it, his heart beating right in his ear as he winces, adjusting his cocks in his sweats.
This is till date the most embarrassing and involuntary thing that has ever happened to him, and he smacks his face, running his hand down to his mouth as he ponders over how he’ll ever look Jungkook in the eyes without his mind painting a rather descriptive image of the bunny under him—
“H-hyung?”
Jungkook calls from behind the door that connects to his room. The door that is unlocked and teases Jimin in the face in front of him.
“Don’t come inside!”
Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Why would I do that—I was just asking if you’re okay.”
If Jimin didn’t know any better, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight breathiness in his voice. Nonetheless, he nods before realising Jungkook can’t see him and clears his throat.
“Yes, I’m fine. Sorry if I startled you.”
He presses down on his hard on, choking on a moan that almost slipped past his tongue.
“Are you sure? I can get you some suppressants if you want.”
Regardless of the situation, Jimin chuckles at his concern. “Bun, it’s not my mating cycle. I assure you.”
And in the softest of tones, Jungkook says. “Alright. If you need any help, just let me know.”
Oh, Jungkook . . .
“Actually,” Jimin says after a pause, and Jungkook hums for him to continue.
Jimin bites his lips, eyebrows knitted together before he releases the tension in his face with a grunt. “Hold on.”
He walks over to Jungkook’s side of the door, turning the knob and pulling it open.
“You see, you can help me.” He starts, “Since it’s kinda your fault.” Jungkook steps back to let Jimin in, face still flushed from his previous activities.
“My fault?”
Cute.
“Mm hm. Such a careless, little bun.” Jimin clicks his tongue, locking eyes with Jungkook who found it hard to look away, yet the puzzlement was evident in his expressions.
“I don’t understand—”
“You left the laptop connected to the TV, Jungkook.”
Jungkook cocks his head, Jimin trying to hold himself back from biting his round face that seems to not have registered what he was referring to. The bunny looks back at his bed that’s haphazardly covered with his white cotton covers and at the laptop that sits in a corner.
Oh.
His eyes go wide, and without any thought or even a slice of modesty, he turns back to Jimin, or rather, down below where his sweats are stretched to their maximum.
Jungkook stammers, unable to form a coherent sentence, slowly trailing his eyes to Jimin’s dilated green irises.
“I-I don’t—It was just—I was curious.”
Jimin takes a step forward, tongue resting on his upper teeth. “About what?” He whispers, studying Jungkook with a predator’s unwavering attention.
Jungkook’s eyes flicker between Jimin and the ground. “About how—if—whether a predator hybrid can-can, you know.” He shrugs.
“If a snake can fuck a bunny?”
Jungkook unintentionally lets out a whimper, blushing with the choice of Jimin’s words.
“So?”
Jungkook gingerly raises his brow. “So . . . ?”
“Want to tell me what went inside your pretty, little head when you were watching the video?”
“Hyung—”
“Did you imagine yourself being railed, is that what you like?” Jimin takes a step so that his erection brushes Jungkook’s abdomen and he gasps, stepping back with every move Jimin made forward.
“Answer me, Jungkook.”
“Yes.” It comes out instantaneously, and Jungkook doesn’t have the time to feel embarrassed when Jimin throws another question.
“And I wonder, how many snake hybrids does our bunny know to have dived into such fantasies, yeah?”
“Just-Just you.”
Jimin licks his lips. “So were you curious about how a snake would fuck a bunny or how I would fuck you, in particular.”
He watches Jungkook’s nose twitch and he lets out a surprised chuckle. “You like that, bun? Like when you think about all the filthy things you want me to do to you?”
Jungkook releases another whimper, this time, the twitch in his pants betray his otherwise composed self (or so he thinks).
“You’re good at sweeping your scent under the rug, but it doesn’t seem to work right now.” Jimin teases, throwing a mocking look to Jungkook’s crotch.
“What if I want you to know?”
Jimin suppresses a smirk, directly looking into those big eyes that give him a startled look no matter how competitive he sounded, how competitive he was.
There's a soft graze of nail over Jimin's thumb. And he does not looking away from Jungkook’s mischievous, sparkling eyes as his wrist is taken into a firm grip.
Jungkook takes Jimin’s hand behind his back, the action pulling Jimin into him, gulping when his erections pressed into his semi-hard on. Their faces inches apart and noses brushing ever so lightly, the bunny takes his other hand behind him to lift his sweater, guiding Jimin’s hand to the waistband of his pants and pushing it inside.
He feels the tickle of his furry tail first, treading the water slowly, closing in on Jungkook a little more when the bunny guides him deeper down by pulling on his elbow. He traces the soft skin of his ass under the pads of his finger. Finally, much to Jungkook’s anticipation, he dips one digit in his crack and Jungkook staggers forward with a gasp, knocking his forehead with Jimin’s.
There’s a sudden burst of white musk scent and more slick leaks onto Jimin’s hand that now rubs along his perineum, as he meanly snickers in Jungkook’s face.
“My, my, Kook-ah.” Jimin croons, tilting his head up a little so their lips slide against each other when he speaks. “You really do want me to fuck you.”
A statement, not a question.
And even if it was, Jungkook couldn’t have answered. Not when he stands so close to him, every part of his body touching Jimin’s, and the dangerous hand that’s roaming inside his pants.
His mouth opens with a gasp when Jimin grabs his ass firmly and rubs their cocks together, the snake hybrid surging forward and pushing his tongue inside Jungkook’s mouth.
The bunny goes weak in his grasp, latching onto Jimin’s taut arms and letting his tongue mingle with his own, messy and desperate. Jimin pulls his hand out, wet fingers trailing all over the curves of Jungkook’s back, pressing him into himself so that no part of theirs is untouched.
“Bed.” Jimin says, short of breath. “Get on the bed.”
With their tangled arms and wanting desperation, they stumble on the bed, Jimin chasing his lips as both of them push back towards the headboard, and dropping his weight on Jungkook, pulling on his lower lip.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” Jimin murmurs as he places kisses down his chin, nipping over his throat as it vibrates when Jungkook purrs. “Good bunny, my sweet bunny. You will tell hyung what to do, right?”
Jungkook whines softly, his body arching whenever Jimin left traces of kisses down the column of his throat, kissing and sucking write above his mole on the side of his neck.
“S’embarassing.”
Jimin tuts, pressing Jungkook’s hips down with his hands on his stomach and hovering over him, “You should have thought of that before you pushed my finger to your greedy hole.”
“Hyung.”
“What?” Jimin mimics him, laughing when Jungkook’s ear covers his eyes out of humiliation.
“Come on, sweets.” His hands tease, slithering up inside his sweater till it was bunched up around his collar bones, wide chest expanding with every breath.
He’s gonna take him like this, with his chaste, white sweater that’s too big on his bun and makes him look so, so adorable.
Jimin couldn’t look away from him, his anticipating eyes, swollen lips, his perky chest—tiny, brown nipples that were just begging to be sucked. And he does just that, bending down to lick a long stripe over the erect bud and Jungkook immediately lifts his chest with a sharp inhale, hands tangling into his blonde locks.
However, he doesn’t get to get his breath back when Jimin wraps his glossed lips over the nipple and sucks hard, lapping his tongue on it and pulling it between his teeth.
Jungkook sucks in air through his teeth, face scrunching up and his other hand gripping Jimin’s wrist, bringing it to his other nipple, all the while puffing and panting. Understanding what the horny bun wants, Jimin pinches the bud between his fingers, twisting and pulling on it while the other is being bitten and bruised by his mouth.
“Hyung, h-ha, mmh.”
The bun’s mind goes into a sensory overload, it’s too much but not enough at the same time. So his hips twitch up, a helpless moan stumbling from his red, bitten lips when his crotch rubs against Jimin’s.
“Fuck! Bun, hold still.” He scolds lightly, a little bit of dampness visible on his sweats when he straightens up to kneel between his legs.
“Want you. Want you now.” Jungkook wriggles on the bed now that Jimin isn’t touching him at all.
Jimin hums, tracing the outline of Jungkook’s tiny dick that’s straining against his pants—feather light touch that goes away just as he twitches miserably.
“Please, please-please, please.”
“Cute, so cute.” Jimin murmurs leaning down, while dragging his lips along Jungkook’s jaw and tugging at the waistband. He places a quick peck on Jungkook’s lips, slowly pulling down his pants and underwear, the drag of fabric against his cock making his mouth fall open. Jimin’s tongue flicks Jungkook’s lower lip, and he leans up, taking it in his mouth, sucking on it.
Jimin peels off his pants and goes on to unbutton his shirt, his tongue still in Jungkook’s mouth. It was messy and frantic and needy all at once, and Jimin had never felt so out of control before.
Jungkook’s breath turns shaky, eyes barely remaining open as he awaits Jimin’s hands, somewhere, anywhere.
Jimin coos at him when fresh slick leaks from Jungkook’s hole and pink, little cock seemingly throbbing for a release. Humming, he gathers the slick from where it dribbles down to the sheets back to his hole, prodding into it as his finger slides inside easier than expected. Jungkook moans.
“Shit.” The snake hybrid leans back, admiring him, watching him push his hips down on his finger and trying to fuck himself on it.
Inside inside inside. Jungkook wants Jimin inside now.
He’s desperate, been thinking about this for so long. His toes curl over the covers, gripping them as he moves his hips trying to chase his climax. And Jimin is mean, doing absolutely nothing to add a finger or move the only one inside Jungkook.
The bunny wraps his fingers around Jimin’s wrist, squirming on the bed. His hips moving around helplessly, trying to find his prostate, head pushing into the pillow and face contorted with deep focus. He bites his lips, pressing Jimin’s finger around, huffing in annoyance and restlessness once he fails to find a spot.
And he knows Jimin is highly amused and would probably tease him about it till the end of time, but at this very moment, he’d beg on his knees for that snake dick.
“Alright, alright. That’s enough.” Jimin pries Jungkook’s hand away from his own.
Jungkook whines, loud, sniffling when Jimin pulls his finger out of his loose hole.
“Tried so hard to do it on your own, hm? Such a dumb, impatient baby.” Jimin hisses, rotating his wrist. “Bruised hyung’s wrists too.”
“M’sorry.” He mumbles, eyes glossing over with tears. “Want-Want you—”
Jimin clicks his tongue, leaning down to his face and smiling, devilish, victorious. “Want my cock?” He whispers over his mouth, like a secret.
Jungkook nods fervently, hands coming to Jimin’s biceps and holding them. “Yes, yes please.”
“Please what? Say it. I told you to tell me what you want.”
“You, inside. Want-want your cocks, Jimin.”
“Cocks? Plural?” Jimin snickers, his hot breath fluttering Jungkook’s eyelashes. “Let’s go easy for today, yeah?”
‘Today’. Jungkook’s tummy quivers at the underlying promise of having both his cocks some day. So he juts his hips up, ready to take whatever Jimin has to offer, he lost his sense of dignity when he oh so wonderfully forgot to disconnect his laptop anyways.
Now the consequences he has to bear (read as: reward).
His eyes roll back again when Jimin bites his chest, fabric rustling as his one hand pulls his cocks out his sweats.
Jungkook looks between their bodies, too eager, too keen, biting down on his lips as his eyes go big.
Fuck! Jimin is so hot.
His cocks suddenly fall heavy on his own and Jungkook’s hips push into the mattress, away from them, breath staggering. But he’s quick to recover, rocking up to rut against them, making the Jimin and him moan loudly.
The feel of Jimin’s thickness over his smaller size stirs another warmth of arousal in his stomach, the pulsating quivers that tickle his spine curving into a ball of heat inside him.
He’ll come too soon like this, and Jimin probably felt that as well, because he wastes no more time in gripping one of his cocks and pushing inside the hole, the new tightness around his already sensitive area raising goosebumps all over his back.
“God, Jungkook.” He groans once he bottoms out, Jungkook throwing his head back with a long sigh, feeling so full.
Jimin adjusts himself, spreading Jungkook’s legs more with a nudge of his knees, grounding himself before he slowly rolls his hips.
“Oh my God,” Jungkook gasps out, his legs kicking out. Jimin used his one hand to align his other cock with Jungkook’s, his other hand gripping the headboard and started to roll his hips in an agonisingly slow motion.
He pulled out once, sliding back with ease and picking up speed after a few deep thrusts.
Jungkook became more vocal, his moans raising pitch every time Jimin snapped his hips into him, his balls slapping against Jimin’s skin, his other cock rubbing over Jungkook’s whenever he moved.
“Jimin, Jimin. Fuck, yes ah yes,” Jungkook chanted, his hands flying up to the headboard and holding it in a death grip.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Jimin heaves, dropping his forehead on Jungkook’s, his sweat rolling from his temple down to his jaw. “My perfect bunny, aren’t you?”
Jimin’s hand slides over his thighs and under his ass, lifting his hips up as he thrusted particularly hard, making Jungkook release a soft cry.
“Jimin, oh God, oh God hyung—” Jungkook splutters, gasping for breath. “Fuck, faster. Hyung, hyung fuck-fuck me harder, ah—”
Jimin drops his hand beside Jungkook’s head, fucking into him faster. Supporting his weight as he props down on his elbow and leans down to his neglected chest, he takes no mercy when he sinks teeth first, flicking his tongue over the sensitive buds and holding it between his teeth whenever he pounded into him, his chest moving with every thrust making his nipples pull out from his mouth with a pop.
Jungkook whined lewdly, breath getting knocked out now that Jimin’s everywhere, his cock, his nipples, inside him, over him.
His thighs start to cramp with his legs spread out, flexing with the building orgasm.
“Hyung—” He chokes out, clenching around Jimin and meeting his thrusts unceremoniously, grabbing Jimin’s ass and pressing him down, more into him.
“Mmh, Jungkook . . . bun. Shit, shit fuck.”
“Wan-Wanna come, Jimin hyung, Jimin please, harder.”
“Come on, baby. Make a mess. Make a mess for hyung.”
Jimin thrusts deep, pushing in as much as he could as his mouth fell open in a silent moan. Jungkook planted his feet on the mattress, locking his hips by lifting them up and rolling his ass, pushing against his own prostate, his cock twitching while he cried out.
His release spurted under Jimin’s cock, and with five more rhythmic thrusts, Jimin released inside and on Jungkook, gasping for breath while Jimin fucked their orgasms out.
Jungkook’s hand on the headboard fell limp on the pillow beside his head, legs momentarily going numb as he laid spent and thoroughly sated under Jimin’s blown out gaze.
Heavy breaths filled the room, birds became audible outside and Jungkook partially felt his ears go bleep before he fluttered his eyes open. Jimin’s shaky hands clutched Jungkook’s knee, slowly pulling out making them hiss.
His hair sat messed up on his head, face red and lips redder. And when his green irises met Jungkook’s honey brown ones, they crinkled into crescents. Jungkook couldn’t keep his own smile from stretching on his lips and before they both knew it, they were laughing softly at the aftermath of what seemed like a decade old of sexual tension.
“How do you feel?” Jimin breathes between his laugh, hands massaging Jungkook’s calves, pressing onto the tight muscles.
“I can’t feel my soul.” Jungkook says genuinely with a raised hand, as if taking an oath.
Jimin, endeared, crawls over him and Jungkook wraps his clothed arms around his neck, hiding Jimin behind the huge sleeves as he pulls him down for a slow kiss. He shivers when Jimin caresses his sides, nose twitching with the action and Jimin giggles pulling back.
“Love how your nose got no chill.”
“It’s a traitor.” Jungkook scowls looking down at his nose, his pupils coming together in the middle.
Jimin laughs, throwing his head back, “I think it’s adorable. You’re adorable” He pecks his nose, Jungkook scrunching up his face in a cute smile.
“Let me clean you up, kay?”
Jungkook nods with eyes closed, chasing after Jimin’s lips as he keeps pecking him until he’s off the bed and walking to the bathroom in all his naked glory.
Those few seconds of his absence gives Jungkook the moment to roll over, bury his face in the pillow and squeal as his legs thrash around.
Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God Park Jimin just fucked me, I just had sex with Jimin oh my God.
“Bun?” Jimin calls before he appears in the room, wearing underwear with a washcloth in his hands. “You okay?”
Jungkook quickly rolls back, pursing his lips in a pout and opening his eyes wide in innocence.
“Yep. Peachy.”
Jimin hums, sitting on the bedside. “‘Cause I’m sure I heard you squealing.”
Jungkook fails to hide his blush and his ears fall over his face again.
The snake hybrid lets him hide, not forgetting to coo and tease the bun for it while he gently cleans his stomach and between the ass cheeks. He pulls Jungkook’s sweater down, covering him till mid-thigh and places his hand on the bed beside Jungkook’s waist, caging him.
He cards his fingers over his ears. “C’mon, bunny. There’s no point in hiding.”
Jungkook purrs.
“Oh, you like that?”
Jungkook nods, still hidden behind his bunny ears.
“Want me to continue?” His voice is soft when he asks that.
“. . . yes.”
“Alright,” Jimin breathes out when Jungkook shifts over, making space for him and Jimin lies down beside him.
Jungkook turns towards Jimin, hesitantly moving forward and quickly hiding in Jimin’s neck after his ears curtained away from his face and flopped back over his human ears.
Jimin lets out a surprised chuckle, hand freezing mid air before he brings them down to graze his fingernails on the brown fur. Jungkook purrs louder, rubbing his chin lazily against Jimin’s collarbone.
Jimin frowns with a smile, “Jungkook, are you—are you scenting me?”
“Mine.” He mumbles sleepily, his sweater paws coming between them, wrapping around Jimin’s waist—holding him close and continuing to lazily scent him before he starts to slow down.
“Only . . . mm—” He purrs again, and Jimin places a kiss on his forehead, unable to wipe the stupid smile on his face.
“Yes, bun.” He whispers into his hair. “All yours, only yours.”