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“Baby,” Jungkook pants out breathlessly, “We can’t, the camera—it’s on.”
He eyes the camera, tucked in the corner across the room, bright red light blinking at them. It has a clear view of Jimin straddling him; the comforter barely covering their half-naked bodies. Though it is dark, Jungkook doesn’t doubt that they'll be able to make out what they're doing anyway.
Jimin doesn’t stop; continues sucking a dark mark onto Jungkook’s bare chest. His small hands are roaming up and down his body in a way that’s dizzying. He loves it when his boyfriend gets desperate like this. Like he can’t get enough of him, even though they're touching everywhere; not an inch of space between them right now. He can barely tell where he ends, and Jimin begins.
“Jimin—fuck—it’s still recording,” Jungkook tries again, voice breaking off into a moan as Jimin sucks on his sweet spot.
“They’ll edit it out,” Jimin groans, grinding down in Jungkook’s lap and ridding his mind of all thoughts.
“Baby, you said that the last two times.” He says exasperatedly, though he doesn’t really want to stop either. Not when that plump ass is grinding against his cock just right. The only thing holding him back from devouring Jimin right now is that red blinking light.
Fuck.
“And they edited it out, right?” Jimin says as he kisses up his boyfriend’s body, starting at his chest until he’s licking at his earlobe.
“Mmh—yeah, after they yelled at us.” It’s true, they got a very thorough lecture after that night in New York.. and Sapporo. They apologized profusely and swore it would never happen again… and now here they are about to do it again.
It had started out innocent enough. The lights were off, the room quiet except for the tapping of their fingers against their phone screens. Each of them stayed on their respective sides of the bed like they’d been instructed, phones glowing faintly in the dark.
Jungkook lasted maybe five minutes.
Scrolling got boring fast. And the distance between them felt unbearable. He sighed quietly, locked his phone, and immediately rolled over to Jimin. He didn’t hesitate to pull his head onto his chest, place some kisses on his lips.
But what he wasn’t expecting was for it to escalate so quickly.
“Please, baby. I need you,” Jimin pants as he grinds down again, eliciting a groan from Jungkook. “Now.”
On the last word, he grinds down slowly and sensually, until Jungkook’s cock is throbbing violently underneath him.
“Jimin.” Jungkook warns, his self-control hanging by a thread at this point. And of course Jimin can tell and uses it to his advantage as he starts softly bouncing in his lap, making sure the flesh of his ass jiggles against his dick.
Fuck it.
A rough groan escapes his mouth, hands flying down to grip each cheek and shove his cock in between them. His hips move on their own, bucking up into the warmth of his plump cheeks. It’d be even better without the cotton layer of their boxers between them, but he’s past the point of caring.
“Oh fuck yes.” Jimin moans, a little too loudly, bouncing a little faster now.
He buries his face in Jungkook’s neck, grinding his hips mindlessly. Their bodies move together in sync, the same desperate rhythm. His fingers hook into the band of Jimin’s boxers, pulling them down with urgency and tossing them aside. Jimin doesn’t hesitate to do the same, and Jungkook lifts his hips to help him slide them down.
“I already prepped earlier,” Jimin whispers in his ear, the words making a shiver run down his spine. Of course, he planned this. A finger slides down to circle his rim, and sure enough, it’s already slippery with lube.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Jungkook grunts, with the other hand sliding up to grab Jimin’s jaw and capture his lips in a kiss. Jimin melts into it immediately, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease, licking him like he can't get enough.
Jungkook groans low in his throat, tilting his head to deepen the kiss further, loving the familiar taste of peach lip balm on his lips. His tongue rolls over Jimin’s, sucking on it just to hear that broken little gasp he always makes when he’s getting desperate.
Their mouths move in sync, messy, wet, full of want; Jungkook kissing him like he’s starving, and Jimin giving in completely.
Jimin breaks the kiss to pant in his mouth, “Fuck me.”
Jungkook groans at the bluntness and doesn’t hesitate to grab his cock and guide it to his hole. He doesn’t press it in, but his hole is so wet and needy that the tip slips in anyway. A sharp gasp sounds in the room, and Jimin pushes down the rest of the way with absolutely no hesitation.
“Holy shit—Jimin.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head; the tight, wet heat wrapped all the way around him is too much. Jimin doesn’t even take time to adjust, just starts bouncing in his lap, making sure his dick almost slips out before slamming down again. Pure, overwhelming pleasure runs through his veins.
“Fuck—baby, slow down,” Jungkook is whimpering at this point, that familiar coil in his stomach is forming way faster than he’d like. Jimin doesn’t slow down, though, just keeps bouncing so desperately on his cock as if this is the last time they’ll ever get to do this.
The room fills with the sound of skin smacking together, pretty moans and groans, and the slick sounds of lube. It’s all too much, all adding to his impending orgasm.
“You’re gonna make me—mmh—cum.” Jungkook moans out, his fingers gripping the fat of his ass, trying to slow his movement.
Jimin whines at that and finally slows the roll of his hips. He looks beautiful like this; mouth lulled open as he moans breathily, eyes rolled back, his body moving like it has a mind of its own. Jungkook places another kiss on his plump lips and starts bucking his hips upwards to meet his thrusts.
“Yes—oh my god yes.” Jimin’s eyes well up with tears, his lips falling open to let out a pretty moan, cock twitching between his legs, and leaking precum onto Jungkook’s abdomen.
So beautiful.
That’s the only coherent thought echoing throughout Jungkook’s mind right now.
His rhythm falters, hips stuttering for a split second as Jimin bounces faster to meet his thrusts, ass clapping filthy against his thighs. A broken groan leaves his throat. It’s just so obscene—the way his heavy ass creates a clapping sound that echoes around the room.
Jungkook grunts as he angles even deeper; he wants Jimin to be whining for him, and within a split second, he's got his wish. Desperate, whiny moans fill the air; arousal and want consume his entire body.
“Right there! Oh my god, right there,” Jimin pants right into Jungkook’s ear. It’s enough to spur him on, fingers digging into the thick flesh of his ass as he pistons his hips hard and fast, aiming for that sweet spot again and again and again. He spreads his cheeks even more to make sure Jimin feels every single inch inside of him.
It only takes a few more strokes before Jimin’s cock is painting Jungkook’s abs white, a broken whine ripping from his throat as he comes hard. The force of his orgasm is so strong that his body trembles in Jungkook’s grip, shaking softly, his nails digging into his biceps.
Just watching his boyfriend come undone is enough; those moans, his pretty face stained with tears, the way his hole clamps down tight around his cock like he never wants him to go. It’s too much.
“Mhm, fill me up, baby,” Jimin whines into his ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. The coil snaps instantly at the words; Jimin always knows how to push him over the edge. He slams in with a broken moan. He’s buried to the hilt as his whole body locks up, and comes hard.
His orgasm hits him in heavy, unforgiving waves, cock twitching and pulsing as he fills Jimin up. He moans obscenely at the warm, wet feeling of being filled up, bounces a little faster to ride Jungkook through it until Jungkook’s whining and gripping his hips to still them.
Their bodies beg for air as they pant, Jimin’s body finally going lax on top of Jungkook. He wraps his arms around his tiny frame, pressing warm kisses all over his face. Jimin absolutely melts into it, humming softly and satisfied.
After a while, their bodies are calm, breathing regulated, and eyes are getting droopy.
Jimin’s breath evens out first; soft snores are already slipping from his mouth. The way his lashes rest against his cheeks, the faint pout still lingering on his lips—everything about him feels unbearably precious in this quiet moment.
Adoration overwhelms Jungkook. He shifts carefully, mindful of the arm draped over Jimin’s waist, and presses a final kiss to his forehead. Jimin hums in his sleep, unconsciously tucking himself closer, like he knows exactly where he belongs.
He’s still buried deep inside, but doesn’t dare pull out. He already knows Jimin will wake up instantly and whine for him to put it back in. And yes, he is speaking from experience.
Jungkook smiles, thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles along Jimin’s bare back. His skin is still warm, still sensitive, and Jungkook makes sure the blanket is pulled up just enough to keep him comfortable. He listens to the soft rhythm of Jimin’s breathing, lets it ground him, lets it settle something deep in his chest.
His eyes flick to the wall again; the bright red blinking light is gone now.
Yeah. They’re definitely going to hear about this.
Jungkook huffs a quiet laugh, tightening his hold just a little.
That’s a problem for tomorrow.
Jungkook presses another soft kiss into Jimin’s hair and lets his eyes fall shut too, feeling content, full, and completely in love.
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“Okay, I tried to salvage as much as I could.”
The editor doesn’t look up from their screen, fingers still hovering over the keyboard as the timeline plays in short, clipped bursts. The room is bright, lit up by monitors and the glow of the sun from behind the curtains.
“Salvage?” someone repeats from across the room.
“Yeah,” the editor says flatly. “Keyword being tried.”
A chair scrapes as another staff member leans closer. “How bad is it?”
The editor exhales and finally turns the monitor so the others can see, and lets the video do the talking. The footage rolls for a few seconds: Jungkook crossing the bed to hold Jimin, pulling him onto his chest, Jimin melting into it without hesitation. Then they’re kissing. It starts with a few pecks, but quickly turns passionate. Jimin laughs into one of them, fingers wrapping around Jungkook’s neck as if for balance.
But it doesn’t stay that way.
The kisses become slow and unhurried like they’re savoring the moment. Their laughter quickly fades, replaced by quiet murmurs and soft moans that the mic picks up just a little too clearly.
The editor pauses it with a decisive click. Silence fills the room, save for the soft hum of the computers.
“…Again?” someone asks.
“Again,” the editor confirms. “In full view of the camera.”
Another staff member groans, dragging a hand down their face. “Didn’t we have a conversation with them about this already?”
“We did,” the editor says. “They apologized.”
A beat.
“So what do we do now?”
The editor leans back in their chair, eyes still on the frozen frame. “Well, I cut right before the kiss. We’ll need to add some sound effects. Make it really short.”
“And the rest?”
“Delete it.” The editor mutters as they save the edited version of the clip. Silence settles over them again.
“Are we going to talk to them about this again?” Someone asks after a few minutes of them working quietly.
“What’s the point? Those two don’t care who’s watching.”