"you want my 8 inch?" "what? you gonna fuck me twice?" JIKOOK PROMPT *SCREAMS*
Jimin lets out a breathy sigh as Jungkook decides to nibble softly just at the top of his ear lobe.
Jungkook had been kissing up and down his neck for the better half of the ten minutes they had been like this. Jungkook draped on top of the older as Jimin had his hands gripping the back of Jungkook’s t-shirt tightly in his fist. And things were heating up fairly quick.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” the younger continued to press punctuated kisses with each word.
Jimin lightly guided Jungkook’s face towards his with his hand and finally connected their lips once again. All the want coursing through his veins were poured into the kiss.
“Jungkook, I want you,” he pulls away.
A slow and sly smile spreads across Jungkook’s face before he darts back down to continue making Jimin’s skin bloom with purple. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Jimin responds lowly.
In all his years of knowing Jungkook, Jimin had always known that he had never been good at dirty talk. Jimin tended to avoid making conversation with Jungkook during sex and for a good reason. His cringeworthy dialogue was enough to make anyones dick go soft in seconds. Typically it’s not too bad, Jimin simply brushing it off and giving Jungkook reassuring words followed by a pat on the cheek. But the words that come out of Jungkook’s mouth next were truly horrendous.
“You want my eight inch?”
Jimin’s nose wrinkles and cringes immediately at the words. The older almost instantly stops what he is doing to push Jungkook away enough for him to look the younger in the eye, a retort ready on the tip of his tongue.
“What? You gonna fuck me twice??”
Jungkook is silent, eyebrows furrowing, not quite understanding what the older had just asked him. Jimin could almost see the cogs turning in Jungkook’s head—he had never been good at math.
Jimin knew the second he got it because Jungkook’s mouth had dropped in disbelief and stuttering immediately followed.
Jimin simply could not hold back his laughter, bursting into a fit of uncontrollable snorts earning him a hard slap to the shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” the man below him gasps out between laughs. “Jungkookie you just really suck at dirty talk.”
“I thought maybe I had gotten better…”
Jimin ruffles his hair, laughter dying down. “No, you really didn’t. I think it’s best if we stick to the basics.”
Jungkook groans and rolls off of him, plopping himself down to lay next to the older.
There was a beat of silence.
“So…does this mean we’re not gonna fuck?”
(Author’s note: 8 ÷ 2 = 4 inches)