Be Mine | Jikook 🔞 [COMPLETED]

Chapter 7

It's been a while...Sorry to keep you waiting. My new job is demanding and I work 6 days a week. It threw me off the grid and I'm trying to get settled.Here's another smutty chapter. Things will grow a bit hot from here. I was a bit stuck on the direction I wanted to take with this story so I took some time to figure that out. Like I said once before, I don't wanna put out things I'm not satisfied with. So please be patient. Love you all guys. Have a great week ahead and stay safe. I'll try to reply to all your comments. 

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Jimin grabbed his hips, ramming into him with purpose. His grip on his hip was so tight that Jungkook knew it'd leave beautiful bruises later on his skin. It was the only type of bruise Jungkook longed to have in his body these days. A sign of Jimin's possession, his obsession, and his claim.

His cheek was pressed to the deep burgundy, velvet cushion of the couch. It was so soft with numerous plushy throw pillows that Jungkook felt it under his palms, relishing the softness. Jimin was such a keen observer. Ever since he'd picked up on his liking for soft things, Jungkook often found himself surrounded by the softest things one could find.

He loved the extra care Jimin put in everything that concerned him. Jungkook had never felt so desired and wanted before. Jimin's touch ignited the fire in his system. It left heat trails over every inch of his body.

"Hyung-nim..." Jungkook gasped, gripping a pillow to his chest and biting his teeth into the other. He loved to address Jimin as 'Your Majesty' and 'Hyung-nim' during their intimate moments and the reaction was immediate.

Jimin cursed under his breath, pulled out, flipped him over on his back, and climbed between his legs. Pushing his legs until his knees touched his chest, planting one knee on the couch and the other on the floor he slammed right into home again.

Jungkook lifted a hand and puckered his lips, demanding a kiss. Jimin fell forward, releasing his leg to capture his lips in a messy kiss. It was amazing how the leader of the Cobras bent to every whim of his lover.

Jimin knew what buttons to push and when to push them. He was full. So full. The stretch always caused a burn he'd come to relish. Every stroke of his cock against his prostate sent Jungkook a step closer to his release.

"Fuck!" Jimin hissed. "So pretty. All for me."

Jungkook nodded vehemently. "O-Only for you." His body slid up the couch with every thrust.

"Look at you," Jimin moaned. "A fucking Greek God. Gonna keep you as long as you'll let me." He kissed him again, a messy tangle of teeth, tongue, and lips. "Gonna fuck you so good."

"Yes. Yes, please." Jungkook arched his back and threw his head back. The hands that were clawing at Jimin's sides were now tugging at his hair as he let out a broken moan. Tears of pleasure streamed down his cheeks. "K-Keep me. Fuck me," he panted and cried out because of the skyrocketing pleasure. "Do whatever you want."