Together in Quarantine | Jikook ✓

Chapter 15: Sex Under Starlight

Jungkook

Jimin's eyes darken, half lidded. He walks his fingers from my hand to my chest, fingertips teasing against the ends of the barbells. I inhale sharply as Jimin licks his lips. He brings his lips to my neck and leaves slow, open-mouthed kisses against my skin. The sensation makes my eyes fall closed and grab his hips.

"What do you mean by something more?" Jimin asks with a teasing lilt.

I shiver at how his hot breath feels against his skin. "I-I want you."

"Is that so?" Jimin's hands slip underneath my shirt to play with my piercings more. "Are you sure, Jungkook?"

"Jimin, it's been so long since I've been touched," I whine, gripping him tightly. "Since before even the lockdown. I'm so sensitive that even the most basic of touches make me thirst for more."

"Touches like what?" Jimin starts to suck a hickey into my neck.

I grip him tighter. "Like when I was wearing the dress. I can't stop thinking about how you touched me. You were barely even doing it, yet it took my breath away."

A moan leaves my mouth and I nearly fall into Jimin as my legs give out.

"J-Jimin, please."

He moves away from me and an involuntary whine leaves my throat and I open my eyes, my subconscious already moving back toward his heat.

"Call me Starlight," Jimin requests with a tone reminiscent of a siren, drawing me in.

I nod, taking a step forward for each step he takes backward in a desperate yet slow game of chase. The game doesn't stop until Jimin's back is against his bedroom door, looking up at me expectantly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please fuck me." I half-beg, my hand rubbing at myself in a desperate attempt to create stimulation.

Jimin watches this with dark eyes before grabbing the hand, pulling me into the bedroom to push me onto the bed. Once my back makes contact, he crawls over me and pins my wrists above my head.

"You don't need to touch yourself when I'm around, Jungkook."

I gasp at his words, staring up at him. He looks at me intently and smirks, tracing over my right cheek.

"You're blushing, Jungkook. Is it embarrassing to be under me?"

"No, I'm just hot." I blush further. "You're making me hot."

"Then let me cool you down," Jimin sing-songs in a lower octave before straddling me to remove my shirt. "For someone so hot, you sure are covered in goosebumps."

I look away only for Jimin to gently grab my head.

"Look at me when I'm pleasuring you. I want to know you see me and nobody else."

My eyes widen. "You're all I want to focus on, Starlight."

He smiles and leans down to kiss me, letting go of my wrists so I can touch him. And touch him, I do. My hands rub up and down his thighs, the baggy material of his basketball shorts making it easier to touch as much as I want. Paired with my own, the layers between us leave little to the imagination as Jimin grinds down on me, making my stomach churn. I moan as he puts more pressure onto my dick before moving off me.

"Starlight," I whine, reaching out for him only for the musician to remove his shirt, my favorite tattoo making its reappearance.

"Yes, Kookie?" Jimin asks lowly, tilting his head to the side with a coy expression. "Do you need something, baby?"