TOXIC SEDUCTION 🔞(JIKOOK)🔞

Chapter 45&46

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Jimin fisted the sheets, feeling empty in the head as he poured mons on moans and fucking moans into his sweet mouth.

His gasps were wordless, and his moans endless as Jungkook kissed into his throat, devouring his mouth.

He was chasing his own breaths as Jungkook grabbed the other nipple too between his forefinger and thumb, twirling it with a harshness that wets his inner thighs.

"Mmm" Jimin released another raspy moan, his hands leaving his neck to glide down his body.

He  inserted his hands under his hoodie, rubbing his ripped chest and wondering how many months he spent in the gym to build this banging body.

Their tongues met,  and the moment they coiled, Jungkook caressed the valley between his chest, and Jimin almost entered the bed as he sank down with a mewl.

The subtle move was so intentional that Jungkook immediately did it again, making his body shake, and by the time he did it for the third time, Jimin hand left his body and went back to his neck, and he wrapped them there before kissing it, sweating profusely.

Jungkook wrenched his lips from his, and Jimin was surprised that none of them got a lip cut as usual since Jungkook's not a gentle kisser.

Nothing about Jungkook's kisses is soft.

They're dominating.

Hard.

And possessive.

He kisses like a crazy person, and it's so fucking...

Before his train of thoughts could land, Jungkook already pulled up his sweater, and Jimin raised his hands so he'd have more room as he pulled it out of his body, throwing it away impatiently like he did with the singlet.

Jimin's sitting up right now, and her creamy tits are pointing so sexily on his chest, begging to be touched as his hair fell on them.

His nipples are faint pink, they're still standing firmly on his chest... untouched and so fucking beautiful.

Jungkook's eyes darkened with lust, want and insatiable hunger as he stared at the perfection, and his throat moved.

Jimin has come to realization that it happens anytime Jungkook's trying to hold himself back with him.

At least...he found out something about him... perfect.

He held eyes with him, gulping too as Jungkook stared at his chest like his food.

He directed his gaze to his face, and he rested his palms on the bed, awaiting what Jungkook's gonna do next.

His heart was pounding, and he's surprised he's not feeling shy or trying to cover his chest.

Just how deep did this guy get under his skin?

"I always thought you have beautiful tits, never knew they would be this pink and gorgeous. Your tits are made to be fucking worshipped" he said, and before Jimin could get mortified by his words, Jungkook lowered his head to his chest.

His mouth swallowed his right nipple, his teeth tugging on the erect flesh with maddening expertise while his hand took the other one, pinching and rubbing so slow that Jimin almost came on the spot.

"Fuck... Jungkook..." A loud moan echoed in the space as Jungkook devoured his chest as if it's his last damn meal.

Gawd...this guy can suck.

He gave him a gentle bite, but the second one came almost immediately, harsh this time.

"Ahh...hh... Please" Jimin stuttered.