𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 || [JINKOOK FF ]

[9]

Kim Seokjin is Afraid He Might Die

In his office, Seokjin watched the feed from the bathroom camera on his phone. As he watched Jeon Jungkook take his cock in hand and stroke himself until he hardened, Seokjin was sure he was about to die.

Without taking his eyes off the feed, Kim Seokjin undid the button and fly of his jeans, eased his hand underneath the band of his boxers, and grasped his own, already hard cock.

Truth be told, Seokjin had been half hard since he knew Jungkook was en route to the condo, but ever since his first actual interaction with Jeon Jungkook in the hallway, Seokjin had been as hard as steel.

When Jungkook brushed against his chest in the bedroom and had a physical reaction to their connection, Kim Seokjin had to channel all his willpower into not forcing his way into Jungkook’s tight little virgin ass right there in the doorway.

Seokjin watched Jungkook stroke his hand up and down the shaft of what Kim Seokjin considered to be a fucking perfect cock.

He leaned back in his seat and stroked his own cock in time with Jungkook, letting loose a feral-sounding growl of possession and need as he watched Jungkook’s hips buck forward in pleasure.

His balls tightened as Jungkook’s strokes quickened, and when Jungkook tugged down his ball sack and let loose a curse, Seokjin shot cum all over his hand and his pants.

Panting, he grasped the tip of his dick tightly between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing every drop of cum out.

He closed his eyes, dropped his phone to the carpet and imagined Jeon Jungkook there on his knees with his mouth open, waiting for Kim Seokjin to feed him his cum.

Jesus fuck, Seokjin was depraved and his dick hadn’t even begun to soften.

He needed to come again, and soon.

Maybe bringing Jungkook inside his home wasn't the best idea he’d ever had. He wasn't going to survive it if all the blood in his body stayed in his cock for the next three days.

Masturbating and knowing Jeon Jungkook was in his home gave Seokjin more sexual satisfaction than he had felt in years.

He couldn’t wait for the day Jungkook would take both their cocks in his hand and stroke them, letting their cum mix together and slick the length of their shafts.

Kim Seokjin would take Jungkook’s hand into his mouth and suck their releases off his fingers before he fucked Jungkook's mouth with his tongue, forcing him to taste how perfect they were together.

In reality, Kim Seokjin’s own cock leaked a steady drip onto the carpet, and he leaned down to pick up his phone.

He heard the door to the bathroom open, Jungkook’s delicate footfalls down the hallway to his bedroom, then the open and close of the spare bedroom door.

Seokjin flicked the feed on his phone to Jungkook’s bedroom and watched him, wearing only briefs and a t-shirt, collapse into bed.

Kim Seokjin wrapped the head of his cock in his fist and stood up from his desk, leaving the office without even securing his pants.

He crossed the living area and walked down the hallway, past his bedroom, to Jungkook’s room.

He opened the door a crack, making sure no light shone in, and listened carefully to be certain Jeon Jungkook's breathing was quiet and even from sleep.

Seokjin took a careful step into the room, so he could see the red of Jungkook’s hair poking up from beneath the sheets.

He watched the delicate rise and fall of Jungkook’s body as he breathed.

Seokjin wrapped his fingers tight around his shaft as new pre-cum leaked out of his slit, and he gave himself a rough stroke, coating his hand with additional wetness and slicking it back to the base.

He maintained a tight grip with every pass, well past the point of physical discomfort.

He should hurt for what he was doing.

He had spent so long looking out for Jeon Jungkook, doing what was best for him.

It was wrong to take advantage of him in this way while he slept, but Seokjin couldn’t help it.

Something had shifted inside Kim Seokjin over the past few months, and his affections had grown beyond that of a watchful guardian.

He no longer just wanted to keep Jeon Jungkook safe, he wanted to keep him. He took another tentative step forward, leaving him no more than two feet away from Jungkook, and all he could hear was the sound of his heart pounding in his ears as more blood rushed to his painfully swollen cock.

Kim Seokjin thought back to his fantasy of Jungkook rubbing their cocks together, and more than anything now, he wanted to feed his dick down Jungkook’s throat and shoot his cum straight into the boy’s stomach.

Seokjin groaned involuntarily at the thought and froze as Jungkook rolled from his side onto his back.

Jungkook offered up a quick snore before his breathing returned to normal, and Kim Seokjin let out the breath he’d been holding.

He gave a rough tug on his cock and wrapped his free hand around the head to catch the torrent of cum that was unleashed as he silently came for a second time.

Kim Seokjin's entire body shuddered, and he folded in on himself as the pleasure overwhelmed his senses.

He didn’t want to let go of his cock, and he continued to stroke his softening shaft as he brought his other hand up to his mouth and licked his own cum from his fingers.

He closed his eyes and pretended it was Jungkook’s cum, barely stopping himself from moaning out loud again.

Seokjin slowly stepped away from the bed, feeling behind him for the door with sticky fingers.

He backed out of the room and quietly clicked the door closed before turning to rest his back against it and sliding down to the floor.

He stayed that way, his head leaning back against the door while he caught his breath.

Having Jeon Jungkook here in his home, what would soon be their home, was better than Kim Seokjin had ever imagined it could be.

He had spent so many nights dreaming about it and preparing for the day when Jungkook would be his, and now here they were, right on the precipice of their future together.

He smiled, tucking himself back into his pants before standing and heading to the master bedroom.

Kim Seokjin didn’t like to think of it as his bedroom. It was his and Jeon Jungkook’s in his heart.

Kim Seokjin couldn’t count the recent nights he had stayed up in bed, watching Jungkook on the camera feeds. This room was as much Jeon Jungkook’s as it was Kim Seokjin's.

Kim Seokjin undressed completely, pulled back the covers on the bed, and slid his body in between the cool sheets.

He closed his eyes and stroked his hand across the pillow beside him, imagining his fingers toying with Jeon Jungkook’s silky red hair. He sighed and smiled, falling asleep more easily than he had in a long time.