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Redamancy- Jikook

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk/ Park Jimin (Jikook )

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3,007.

Chapters : 1/1 for now.

(AO3)

Summary: Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return. Redamancy is distinguished from most of the other words about love in that it is one of the few that specifies reciprocity.

(Okay I’ll be honest: it’s just pure smut. Nothing more. Just good old, fluffy, established Jikook smut. You’re welcome.)

A simple click of the door, a loud thud of his bags dropping to the floor, and the scuffling of shoes slipping from his feet were the only sounds Jimin could process in his mind at this moment. Not the music softly calling from the stereo on the other side of the dorm room, nor the sounds of Jeongguk slipping in behind him, past him and swiftly into the bathroom. Did he leave that on this morning? His head ached trying to think that far back. Rehearsals were long and grueling today, all in preparation for BangBangCon: The Live. It was demanding work on the body and the mind, but just a small price to pay to give back to ARMY during the most unprecedented of times the world had fallen into, the thought of which reminded him to unhook his mask from around his ears, letting the paper fall into his hands and over onto the dresser by the door. Stomach full from their small celebratory dinner after the final rehearsal, he sighed and crossed the room to the bed.

The next moment he could remember, soft covers and pillows caressed his whole body in the most heavenly way. He lay face down, eyes closed, and relished the moment as much as possible, the soft music finally grazing his ears, along with the muffled sounds of the shower running. With a sigh, Jimin rolled over, removing the phone from his pocket, the time blinking to life on the screen: 11:36 pm, 11% remaining. A small, frustrated groan escaped his lips as he laid the phone onto the wireless pad on the nightstand, pulling his worn body up to sit on the edge of the bed.

Every muscle in his back protested his movements at once. Every, single, one. “Fuck.” he winced, twisting his shoulders, attempting to relieve the burn. He fell back on the bed, face up this time, as the aches slowly fell into a low smoulder; still there, but enough to push away from the forefront of his mind.

“Jimin-hyung,” Jeongguk called out from behind the bathroom door. “Don’t be sleeping in that bed without showering, it’s not good for your skin. Do you want the makeup team on your ass again?”

Jimin let out what was intended as a moan of frustration but ended up more a high pitched whine. “Jeongguk-ah”, he called out. “How do you expect me to do that when you’re hogging it? I can’t stay up all night.”

“Well, way to wreck my plans, Jimin-ah.” Jeongguk teased from afar, dropping formality. “And here I was hoping you’d have at least a little energy left for me.”

A single eyebrow raised behind Jimin’s dark, sweaty locks, interest now piqued. He didn’t immediately reply, instead warring with himself over whether it was worth the inferno in his shoulders returning just to get up now, or wait and see what if the younger could put his money where his mouth was. A moment passed before Jeongguk called out again.

“Jimin-ah? Seriously, don’t fall asleep yet.”

Decided on his plan, Jimin rose from the bed, shoulders almost immediately protesting, garnering a wince. “If you’re not done, I’m just coming in there with you.”

Jeongguk smiled from the reply, body wet inside the enclosed space. He’d yet to even begin to properly shower, having enjoyed the sweet burn of the hot water against his own protesting muscles. “And you think I’m going to protest?”

A few moments passed as a slight chill cut across the room from Jimin’s entrance, a quick rush of clothing into a bin in the corner, and Jimin was butting up against Jeongguk’s back. Jeongguk smirked at the contact, waiting for the smartassed reply.

“You’re a little shit.” Yep, there it was. Jimin took in a deep breath, releasing it in a satisfied sigh, basking in the steam Jeongguk had built up, and rolled his shoulders to correct the ache now nagging once more.

Jeongguk turned around, face to face, eyes automatically scanning down Jimin’s lithe, built form. Jimin was lean, smooth, muscles defined in a much softer form than his own. His waist tapered in elegant curves, defining that ass that always had and continues to drive Jeongguk wild.

Jimin couldn’t help but blush a tiny amount, ears flaring up as Jeongguk sized him up. But of course, he did the same. Jeongguk’s own body was near opposite his own in ways: muscles more defined, shoulders broad, almost the way one would imagine how someone of such strength would look. He admired the way the beads of water ran down each of his abs, his waist narrowing just a touch into the curves of his hips. Jimin couldn’t help but reach out and wrap his hands around them, smiling sweetly up to the boy.

Jeongguk startled at the touch, almost immediately melding into Jimin’s body, leaning down to just barely graze his lips when the elder said “your perfect ass needs to move before all the hot water disappears.”

“And you call me a little shit.” Jeongguk managed barely above a whisper, lips brushing softly into Jimin’s own. His Hyung smiled, sealing the affirmation. Their lips softly pressed against each other, Jeongguk instantly melting into the kiss and Jimin couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. Jeongguk’s hands reached around to cup Jimin's perfect ass, the feeling coaxing a gasp and stifling the tease. Before Jimin could pull back and protest, Jeongguk moved the both of them in one swift motion, with Jimin’s back now against the water.

Jimin pulled away with a satisfied moan, the aches and burns of his muscles melting away in an instant. “Oh God, that feels fucking amazing.” He sighed, head back and hair clumping under the hot water.

It took every ounce of restraint in Jeongguk’s body to keep from nipping at the neck extended in front of him. He was weak for Jimin's neck. And his ears, his smile, his eyes, lips, kiss, nipples, dick, ass…

He was just weak for this boy. Period.

Jimin pulled away just as Jeongguk was about to give into his weaknesses, turning to face the stream. He rolled his shoulders once more, groaning. “It’s right between my shoulders.” He ran his hands through his wet locks, letting the spay fall across his face as he closed his eyes and relaxed into the rhythm of the drops. Jeongguk steadied himself behind Jimin, just enough away to keep his presence felt, but not to let on how he’s already half hard. Snapping halfway back into reality, he reached gingerly around Jimin to the shampoo next to him, keeping it at the ready to help soothe Jimin and wash his hair like he loves. He tried so hard not to disturb the intimate moment he had going with that shower head and his face, when Jimin laughed coyly, eyes still closed.

“Already, Jeonggukie? I’m naked in front of you for what, not even five minutes, and you can’t restrain yourself?”

Jeongguk froze like a deer in headlights,eyes wide and unsure of his next move. Jimin turned to face the startled maknae and lost composure. The laughing hyung broke Jeongguk’s silence and he, too, fell into laughter. Jimin leaned into Jeongguk, his arms wrapping around his neck instinctively, steadying his stance on the wet tile as Jeongguk found purchase in Jimin’s hips, keeping him grounded.

Jimin, pressing his forehead to Jeongguk’s, eyes heavy and voice low, spoke barely above a whisper, “As much as I’d love to fuck you in this shower, right here and now, I don’t think my body can handle being that flexible any more tonight, baby.”

Jeongguk smiled softly, stomach dropping as it always did when that sweet, sweet word graced Jimin’s beautiful lips. He moved one hand from its place on Jimin’s hip, trailing up his side and around to cup his face. “I completely understand, Jimin-ah. It’s been a rough day. We can shower and go to bed after this.”

Jimin, admittedly aroused himself and not completely unnoticeable, shook his head slightly. “I’m not saying no completely, Jeongguk-ah.” Jeongguk’s brows furrowed, face twisting into slight confusion. Jimin’s eyes narrowed in that way that dropped his heart straight down into the pit of his gut, pupils narrowing as Jimin’s Cheshire Cat grin spread across his face.

Before Jeongguk could speak, Jimin’s lips were on his own, fast and heavy. He scrambled to steady the elder on the slick tile as he pulled him closer in one motion, hands back on his hips and ass. Jimin’s tongue danced along his lips, and Jeongguk welcomed it wholeheartedly. They melded together, hot breath and groans tongues and hands on bodies under the slowly cooling water, until the sting of the chill caught Jimin by surprise.

He pulled away slightly, Jeongguk chasing after without thought, as a hand slid down his face to his neck and then chest, pushing him back. “Jeonggukie, the water’s getting cold. And I didn’t even get cleaned up yet.” He whined.

Jeongguk was unfazed, eyes glazed from lust and lips swollen. “Good, because once we’re done, we’re gonna need another one anyway.” Jimin couldn’t help but let out a raucous laugh, his whole body caving into itself, doubling over. Jeongguk stood still, a little confused, pulling the boy up from the ground as he tried his best to control himself.

“And what do you suppose you plan on doing, Jeonggukie? Showing off to Hyung, talking like that.” Jeongguk blinked, Jimin’s laughter now slowed to a standstill and arms again around his neck. Jeongguk reached over and turned the stream off, watching the remnants of drops fall down Jimin's face, his neck, down those goddamn perfect abs he insists aren’t as defined as they used to be but are still just as perfect to him. He eyed one starting up Jimin's jawline and, without a word, leaned in and pressed his lips to that hanging drop, laying hot, slow, open mouthed kisses down his neck, a moan escaping Jimin’s lips and vibrating under his own. He turned Jimin’s hips in time with his own body, pressing the boy up against the wall of the shower, hands steady on those gorgeous hips as he trailed his mouth downward.

He licked and mouthed at Jimin’s collarbone, felt his Hyung squirm and moan as he stopped at his sensitive spots: inside the nape of his neck and shoulder, his nipples; the left one in particular always seemed to be super sensitive and Jeongguk confirmed this with a simple lick. “Oh, God, babe, you know what that does to me.” Jimin let out in a guttural moan. All Jeongguk could do was smile coyly against his chest as he continued his trail downward. He licked at each divot and curve of his abs, sweat mixed with water dancing along his tongue as Jimin’s hands moved up to thread through his hair.

“Such a pretty boy, such a good Jeonggukie.” He smiled down at the maknae, nuzzling into the V at his waist, feeling the heat radiating off Jimin’s body. “You take such good care of your hyung, baby. Show me how.”

He wrapped one hand around Jimin’s hips, steadying himself now on his knees on the tile, and trailed the other up Jimin’s leg, his thigh, down and in to gently cup his balls. Jimin’s hands gently knotted through Jeongguk’s hair only to ground himself.

Jeongguk slid his hand upward once more, taking Jimin’s now hard cock in his hand, running his thumb over the head, gathering the precum leaking out and sliding it gently down his length, Jimin sighing in relief. “Yes, baby, just like that. Make hyung feel good.” He kept at the motion, slowly gaining speed and jimin kept his hands secure in Jeongguk’s locks, the sensation bringing his own cock to life. He brought the tip to his lips, licking the head teasingly, looking up at his hyung, his jiminie, who watched through hooded eyes, cheeks already flushed.

“Take it, Jeongguk-ah. Please, for hyung.” He licke dhis lips, those velvety soft, plush lips, and Jeongguk moaned, vibrating the tip of his cock in just the right kind of way, before parting his lips and taking him in. Jeongguk fattened his tongue along the underside did Jimin’s cock, along the frenulum, taking him little by little until he came nearly to the hilt. Jimin didn’t realize how much the stimulation dulled all his senses until his shoulders seized in pain. He pulled his hands away startling the otherwise occupied Jeongguk as he twisted and turned his torso to try and rid the cramp, but to no avail.

Jeongguk pulled away with a soft pop and looked up at the pained expression on his face, rising to pull him in without a second thought. “Jimin-ah? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s my fucking shoulders. I really need to lay down.” Jeongguk felt a pang of disappointment, but steeled himself when he caught Jimin’s much more disappointed face, almost bordering on heartbreak. He cupped his face in his hands, foreheads pressed together once more.

“Jimin-ah, let’s go lay down, and I will take care of you.” Jimin nodded and, without a word, let Jeongguk take the lead out of the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and ran it quickly over Jimin’s body, over his hair and then over his own before tossing it into the hamper, seizing another towel and pulling Jimin to the bed. Jimin winced in ache once more, and Jeongguk turned to pull him in, arms lovingly wrapped around his waist.

“Let’s let yourself get comfortable first, Jiminie-hyung. I’ll take care of you, I always do.” He pressed a chaste, loving kiss to Jimin’s forehead and Jimin couldn’t help but wipe a small tear away. Fuck, he thought. How much he loved this boy. He loved his hands, his body, his ass, abs. His cock, his smile, hair, those bunny teeth and the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. The way his arms wrap around his body effortlessly, enveloping him in his warmth and love.

Jimin was lost for this boy. Period.

And so he let himself lay in that same, familiar position he’d gotten comfortable in earlier, feeling the soft sheets and pillows underneath him as Jeongguk slipped in to lay next to him, one hand underneath his head to gaze lovingly at Jimin, the other trailing up and down Jimin’s side. He felt the aches and pains across his back melt away from the pressure once more. Jeongguk worked his ways lowly down to Jimin’s cock once more, admittedly half hard once again under the gravity of the pain. But a few lithe, gentle brushes of his hand brought Jimin’s cock back full force. Jimin closed his eyes, breath ragged and heavy once again as he bucked up into Jeongguk’s touch. The younger moved himself on top of him, sliding down to come face to face with Jimin’s cockhead, precum again glazing the tip.

“Please, Jeongguk-ah. Please.” Jeongguk smiled and wordlessly licked the head, the salty slick dancing along his tongue as he worked himself down the shaft once more. Jimin moaned as the maknae worked himself lower and lower, down to the hips.

He pulled up slowly, tongue felt and grafton along his length and, before Jimin could realize, popped the tip out with a soft smack. Jimin attempted to protest before Jeongguk pressed two fingers to those heavenly fucking lips. “Jiminie, please. I want to make you feel good.” He pulled his hand away from the boys mouth, not before a wet, opened mouth kiss to his fingers, and returned his attention to making Jimin feel good. He licked the length once more, Jimin’s hands immediately tracing through his hair and finding stability there.

“That’s my Jeonggukie. Always making hyung feel good.” He sighed, feeling Jeongguk’s hand enveloped around his length. His hand alone shadowed his own, and with that came the most fucking fantastic handjobs because fuck, he can’t fuck himself like this with his hands. Jeongguk brushed his lips over his cockhead, inviting him in while he worked the lower half with his hand.

The two lay like this in the bed, Jeongguk languidly licking and sucking and humming and moaning and absorbing every single fucking praise coming out of Jimin’s mouth. “Fuck, Jeonggukie, please. Keep going.” Only added fuel to the fire inside him, inside Jimin. He kept at it, his speed increasing in minute increments, until his hyung lay breathless, gasping, groaning and flushed as he came close. He let Jimin fuck his mouth, Jimin’s hands through his hair pulling just enough to keep Jeongguk still, Jimin’s cockhead nearly hitting Jeongguk’s throat as the coil finally snapped. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna-I’m gonna-fuck, Jeongguk!”

The hot cum flooded Jeongguk’s mouth, tingling at the sensation as Jimin bucked and faltered to a stop. Jeongguk pulled up with another soft pop, cum hanging from the corners of his mouth as he gave Jimin right pleasure of eye contact as he swallowed the load in one go.

“Oh fuck you, that’s hot.” Jimin laughed breathlessly, laying back into the bed. Jeongguk attempted to laugh casually, but as he moved up into Jimin’s spent body, his own hard cock intentionally rubbing up against his thighs, he couldn’t help but say,

“That’s the idea. Do y’wanna?”

Jimin sighed, looking up at that beautiful boy, his face full of love, lust, flushed and already spent. Hair sticking to his forehead and out the sides from his own grip on it. He looked into Jeongguk’s eyes and felt his love reciprocated in full. He loved Jeongguk with all his heart, mind, body and soul. He’ll always follow this boy to the ends of the earth.

And right now, that ass currently in Jimin’s hands and that cock rubbing up against his thighs are begging to be fucked. Sleep be damned, he loved this boy fiercely, and he’d never sleep again if it meant given to Jeongguk exactly where he deserves.

“Absolutely.”

#jikook #bts fanfction

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