Twist of Fate | Jinkook ✔️

Chapter Seventeen

A/N: Writing this in Seokjin's character POV was entertaining as I tried to imagine his thoughts.  Many errors may exist below because well, I don't reread my smuts.  It is what it is. 

Seokjin's Pov:

When I felt Jungkook's hand on my quickly growing cock, I had to stifle a sob, but I couldn't stop my hips from snapping up into his hand. "Fuck," he exhaled, and our kiss became even more passionate.

My back brushed against the shower wall as we struggled to establish dominance over the kiss. Our lips, tongues, and muffled moans could be heard coming from both of us as our excitement started to spiral out of control.

I felt safe and protected in his arms, thanks to his incredible kissing skills and how his arm wrapped around me as he held me in his embrace. I was not anticipating the synergistic chemistry that exists between us. I couldn't keep quiet because he had me in his palm and was stroking me while his teeth scraped along my neck and his tongue left wet traces behind. I tilted my neck to one side to give him complete access.

His velvety voice murmurs in my ear, "I want you, Seokjin."

Fuck, I wanted him to want me.

"You have me." As we continued to gaze into one other's eyes, a raw and obvious look of passion appeared on both of our features. In response, I licked my lips.

When I moved my hand to his pants and pulled them down over his boxers, he stopped me and said, "I will do it." I was going to lean down to push them down even farther before he said that.

He stepped away from me and removed them. Immediately after that, I placed my back against the wall. I am not unfamiliar with a big cock, since I have a cock that is of a decent size myself but fuck me, this guy. When he took off his pants, his cock sprang out, and I couldn't help but swallow. How exactly did he manage to keep it under wraps? Those suits were producing misleading outcomes and impressions.

"Give me a moment. I'll be right back." He adds while dragging me away from my thoughts as he departs the shower.

I was still working through a great deal in my head. As I attempted to wash, I slid my hand to my posterior region, grabbed the shower hose, and switched the water back on. After finishing, I stroked my finger over my hole, knowing full well that the feeling would be painful since it had been so long. I hope he went to go and get lube. If he does not have it, his cock will not be able to fit. Oh wow, I am so anxious, but yet quite eager. I hope that he is not useless. There is no logical explanation for someone to have such a large cock and a lame stroke, but it's possible since I've had a previous partner who was simply not made to have sex.

When he came back, he was holding a bottle of oil; thankfully, he was astute enough to bring it. As he approached me in the shower, I had the fleeting thought that maybe the shower was not the greatest location for this, considering that I am pregnant, but it was too late to change my mind. I didn't feel like dragging myself to the room, and because I was already wet, the last thing I needed was for my bed to become wet.

While he gazed at me, he squeezed a considerable quantity of lubrication into his palm and rubbed it over his cock. I licked my lips and smiled at him; if I wouldn't have been struggling to get back up, I would have gone down on my knees and tasted him, but that would have to wait. There were several drawbacks to being pregnant.

As he moved closer to me, he put more liquid into his palm and then dropped the bottle. Then, while rubbing his hands together, he leaned forward and kissed my lips, saying, "turn around."