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“So you two are together?”
“Nope, just friends…with incredible benefits. Super great ones. Mind-blowing ones.”
— Toni Aleo
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Jimin's moans melded seamlessly into their fervent kiss, their grinding intensifying.
Jungkook, with every motion, lifted himself to meet Jimin's throbbing arousal.
He traced a scorching path of kisses down Jimin's neck, punctuating his attentions with bites and nibbles, a violet hue left in his wake.
A visceral rush of desire coursed through him, his own arousal growing harder with each passing second.
He needed Jimin, desperately.
"I want you," Jungkook murmured, his voice a soft, heated whisper, his gaze fixated on Jimin's eyes, where nothing but raw lust simmered.
Jimin was aware that regret might haunt him come morning, but his need, his hidden and unspoken desire for the younger man, was undeniable.
"What's stopping you?" Jimin whispered in response, his delicate fingers weaving through Jungkook's hair.
"Strip for me," Jungkook commanded, his tone firm and unwavering.
Jimin, momentarily taken aback, questioned, "What?" as he met Jungkook's intense gaze.
Jungkook searched Jimin's eyes, seeking any sign of jest, but he found no trace; Jungkook was deadly earnest.
"Didn't you hear me? Strip for me," he reiterated, his tone deepening, demanding compliance.
Jimin slowly rose from his seat, peeling off his shirt.
A faint pink hue adorned his cheeks as he exposed his sculpted form.
Jungkook's eyes lingered on him, relishing the sight; Jimin was his new fixation.
As Jimin contemplated removing his black shorts, he glanced back at Jungkook, uncertain if the younger man meant for him to shed all his clothing.
However, Jungkook merely smirked and nodded, reaffirming his request.
"Jimin, you'll regret this," a voice of caution whispered in Jimin's mind.
"What's the matter?" Jungkook inquired, his expression transitioning from perplexed to curious, his gaze softening.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this," Jimin stammered nervously, uncertainty clouding his resolve.
He nibbled and bit his lip, on the verge of retreating to his bed, drowning in a sea of shame and regret.
"Can I at least sleep with you?" Jungkook asked, a question that escaped him without clear reasoning.
Jimin simply nodded and guided Jungkook to the bed, settling down on the opposite side.
"Good night, princess," Jimin whispered, but there was no reply from the other.
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Fuckable Friend || Jikook & Vmin
Fanfiction❝I have an idea we could be friends with benefits❞ . . . . ❝You mean Fuck buddies❞ . . . . Jimin and Jungkook, once rivals, succumbed to the allure of a sexual relationship, a dangerous path paved with the denial of their true feelings. In the w...
