By serendiplini
Found on Archiveofourown
Summary-
Jimin had one finger inside himself as he laid back on his bed, legs spread wide. His lips, forever sinful, full and slick with gloss, were popped open almost lazily, his tongue resting flat against the corner of his mouth. His shoulders rose and fell with deep breaths peppered with tiny gasps every time he curled his fingers.
Jungkook, as much as he knew he should, couldn't take his eyes off him. He was mesmerizing, breathtaking, eyes hazy with pleasure, staring straight into the lens of the camera like he wanted to devour whoever was on the other side. Which just so happened to be Jungkook, even if that wasn't entirely on purpose.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16536119
