You Never Know [JIKOOK]

57. Oblivious [M]

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The moonlight cast long shadows across the bedroom floor as Jungkook moved rhythmically against Jimin.

"Jungkook-ahh~~" Jimin gasped, his fingers digging into the crisp white sheets.

Jungkook, his breath catching in his throat, continued his thrusts, his hips finding a perfect rhythm. "You like that, baby?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He could feel Jimin's muscles clenching around him, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

He watched Jimin's side profile, contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, his brow furrowed in concentration. Sweat beaded on Jimin's forehead, glistening under the sunlight.

So fucking gorgeous under him.

Jimin moaned, pressing his face harder into the pillow, his body arching involuntarily. The intensity of the feeling was overwhelming, leaving him breathless and unable to respond beyond soft whimpers.

Jimin could feel Jungkook's weight pressing against his back, the warmth of his body a comforting contrast to the intense pressure.

Jungkook, captivated by the sight of his husband's flushed skin and the way his body trembled with each thrust, bit his lower lip. "So so tight for me, beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. He trailed a hand down Jimin's back, massaging the tense muscles. "So good for daddy, hmm?" he murmured, leaning forward to lick Jimin's earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity through Jimin's body.

Jimin whimpered, a low, guttural sound that resonated deep within Jungkook.

Jungkook pulled Jimin up, wrapping his arms around his waist, his cock burying deep within Jimin's tight hole.

The impact was sharp, sending a wave of pleasure through Jimin. He arched his back, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

Jungkook didn't fail to hit his prostate, the resulting moan escaping Jimin's lips like a strangled cry. "AHHHH~~"

Jungkook, lost in the moment, peppered Jimin's neck with kisses, leaving a trail of hickeys on the already-marked skin. "Couldn't have enough of you," he growled, his voice a low rumble in Jimin's ear. "So addicting that I want to do this anytime, anywhere."

Jimin's fingers tangled in Jungkook's hair, pulling him closer.

The words were a confession, a shared desire that ignited a fire within him.

"I-I want that too," Jimin moaned, his voice barely a whisper. He pulled Jungkook down for a wild, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance.

Jungkook broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "I won't last long," he moaned, his voice thick with anticipation.

"M-me too, daddy," Jimin gasped, his body trembling. "Ahh~"

Jungkook quickened his pace, his movements becoming more frantic as he neared his climax. "Shit, love," he hissed, his body rigid with pleasure. He hugged Jimin tightly, his face buried in the crook of Jimin's neck, his thrusts growing faster and more powerful.

"Ahhh-I'm gonna cum-" Jimin cried out, his body convulsing as he reached his peak for the third time, cum dripping onto the bedsheets.

"Fuck, fuck," Jungkook growled, feeling Jimin's muscles clenching around him. "I'm gonna cum, Jimin, fuck!" With Jimin's name on his lips, he exploded inside him.

They lay panting, their bodies intertwined, sweat mingling on the sheets.

Jungkook slowly eased Jimin onto the bed, his cock still buried deep inside him. He rolled onto his back, pulling Jimin on top of him. He gently massaged Jimin's stomach, his touch soft and tender. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. He kissed the soft locks of his husband's hair.

Despite his exhaustion, Jimin couldn't help but smile. He rolled over to face Jungkook, only to hiss softly as Jungkook's cock slipped out of him. "I love you too," he whispered, kissing Jungkook's face. Jungkook returned the kiss, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"I wasn't too harsh, was I?" Jungkook asked, his voice laced with concern. He rubbed Jimin's lower back gently.

Jimin immediately shook his head as he noticed his husband's worry. "No. I loved it," he said, his smile widening.

A smirk played on Jungkook's lips. "So, I can do that again? Fucking you in the kitchen, in the living room, and then to our bedroom?" he asked, playfully slapping Jimin's plump ass.

Jimin's eyes widened. "Yah. Don't say that," he scolded, his cheeks flushed crimson as he hid his face in Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Aw, no need to be shy, love," he teased, lifting Jimin's face with his hands, their eyes meeting. "I love you, always."

Jimin smiled, his heart overflowing with love. "I love you so much, as always."
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