MY CHRISTMAS MIRACLE || JIKOOK ✅

12 (M) 🔞

JUNGKOOK POV

"You can't eat cookies without something to drink." he declared.

"I agree."

I was thinking he was talking about cocoa as he'd made it
after we shifted.

"Cocoa is my favorite drink on a cold winter's day Or morning."

"Or night or anytime, really."

I was taking a break from whisking the cookie frosting.

Luckily, the pantry was well stocked with baking products maybe Jimin's parents
enjoyed baking and I'd mixed confectioner sugar, corn syrup, vanilla and water in a bowl, testing it as I went to check the consistency but it was hard
work and my hand was aching.

"Cocoa isn't good enough for those soon-to-be frosted cookies." He winked.

Were we back to the snowblowing idea?

Because if one or both of us was coming in the other's mouth, we needed to get far away from the frosting because that was ewww.

"I'm making eggnog Or I should say, I started it yesterday."

He flicked my ass with a dish cloth, which alerted my dick.

"Before you do whatever you're doing, taste this, please?" I asked.

I lifted the whisk over the bowl and he leaned forward.

"Open wide." A trail of frosting spiraled from the whisk onto
his tongue.

He swallowed it and smacked
his lips.

"Good?"

"Nope."

"What? Did I forget something?"

I made to dip my finger in the bowl but Jimin pushed it away.

"It's delicious but you need a proper taste."

"Not with your finger."

He lifted the whisk and caught more frosting on his tongue and then licked around my mouth.

My body tingled and flames lapped at my skin.

"What do you think?"

"Better than good." I mumbled.

"Perfect."

Sharing frosting from his
mouth to mine was much more delectable than the traditional form of 'snowblowing.'

"After I've made the eggnog, I want to get naked and have you trail frosting over my body and lap every inch of it until I'm clean."

"My dick is so hard."

I moaned, and Lennon placed his palm on the bulge in my pants and squeezed gently.

"Good, Hold that thought."

Think cookies. Think cookies.

I told myself over and over.

But the image of cookies in my head led to frosting and Jimin lying on a rug in front of the fire, his body covered in thick icing and me licking it off the tip of his dick.

Bah! My bear complained. Mate.

We were back to that.

My beast had one idea in his head and that was to make
Jimin ours.

"Have you finished with the whisk?"

"Yes."

I was scooping the frosting into
a ziploc bag and was about to
cut one corner so I could pipe it onto the cookies.