hybrid

twenty-seven

"oh, fuck, jimin," jungkook moans, his head tilted back as he feels his body temperature go higher and higher despite the fact that it's snowing outside, and he's practically naked, with his hybrid giving him possibly the best blow job he's had in his eighteen years of living.

the sound of his dick and jimin's lips colliding rang through his ears like a lullaby. it was too endearing to hear, and jimin's pleasured face as he gives him head, was just too great to see— such a beautiful sight that jungkook couldn't help but glance at him from time to time.

he felt a hand on his dick, causing him to smile in victory. because it seemed like the porn videos did actually work to improve his hybrid. "f-faster, baby. c'mon, make kookie cum..." he found himself muttering, his voice low and husky.

jimin's ears perked up at this as a moan escaped from his innocent yet sinful lips, sending jungkook to oblivion as he feels the vibration on his penis caused by jimin's moan. "o-oh fuck,"

the hybrid did as he was told, his tail wiggling innocently from his back as his head bobbed faster. jungkook could feel himself slowly weakening, pre-cum dripping slowly from the tip of his cock's head. "yeah, baby. that's it." he whispered.

if it was even possible, jimin bobbed his head faster, both his hand now gripped tightly against jungkook's hip, his eyes shut close as he focused on his rhythm. jungkook on the other hand, was so close to losing his shit, because how the fuck did jimin became this good in giving a blowjobs?

he came not too long after, immediately grabbing jimin by the hand and throwing him into the bed. the hybrid stared up at him in confusion, his ears flattened just atop his head and his tail wiggling on his side.

he reached for the hem of his shirt, exposing his defined packs that he had worked his shit out in the gym a couple of months back, desperately trying to achieve messi's toned and mascular body.

jungkook took no time in reaching for the hem of jimin's shirt and pants, not sparing a single moment as he took both the hybrid's clothes off and grab ahold of his penis, immediately earning a moan as a response from jimin.

he took jimin whole, showed no mercy as he bobbed his head faster, wild with anticipation to swallow jimin's seeds. he fastened his pace, ego boosting when he sees he frustration and pleasure evident in jimin's features as moans after moans escapes from his very dear lips.

"you like that, jiminie?" he asks, moving away as his hand moves from up and down, smirking down the disheveled hybrid as he gives him a hand job.

the pleasure was too good that jimin couldn't even find the right words to respond, lost in his bliss as he could only muster a small nod, his eyes squinted shut as his nails dug through jungkook's forearms.

jungkook then bent down once again to capture jimin's penis in his mouth for the second time. this time, he went slower, adding pressure and more friction as jimin finds himself slowly losing himself at such pleasure.

he licked jimin's head, smacking it to his lips multiple times before taking him whole again. then he went farther down and licked his balls, immediately smirking when he felt jimin purr under his touch.

but their bliss was cut short when they both heard the telephone rang from the living room, making jungkook curse but still continued to do their sinful act. jimin on the other hand, grew curious and slightly lost the desire for the pleasure brought by jungkook's magnificent blowjob.

"kookie, phone ring." jimin mutters in his usual broken language.

jungkook groans, "just let it be, jimin." he tells him, before bending once again to lick the hybrid's now slightly erected member, cursing the caller for ruining such terrific moment.

"maybe important?" jimin says in between moans, curious and wants to know who it is.

"goddamn it," jungkook hisses, rolling off jimin before sauntering into the living room, still naked. he grabbed on to the telephone handle with so much force, his brows creased in anger and frustration, because he is still hella hard as fuck.

jimin was trailed behind him. but unlike jungkook, he was wrapped with blankets to cover his body from the cold temperature. he snuggles close to jungkook's back and simply just relaxed by the human's natural body heat, and jungkook was fast enough to lean his head and rested it just atop the hybrid's own, making up such an adorable picture of a cute couple.

"who the fuck is this?" jungkook grits as soon as he picks up. but it was soon turned into worry when he heard taehyung's familiar voice. he was alerted almost immediately when he heard his best friend crying in the background. "tae? is that you? what the fuck happened?"

"it's yoongi," the speaker finally spoke. the said man seemed a lot better now, based on his voice. he seemed to be in a much better shape when they came to visit him yesterday, and had his heat attack that probably scarred both jimin and jungkook seeing such unlikely event to happen.

"what happened? are ya'll okay?"

"no, jungkook." yoongi responded, his voice low and slightly frustrated. "t-they..hoseok— fuck!"

"what happened to hoseok?" jungkook frowned, glancing down to his hybrid and pulling him closer when he sees the exact same worry in jimin's face. he gave jimin a short peck to the head in hopes that it might reassure him.

"my hoseok...," was what followed the second time yoongi spoke, his voice empty and defeated. the words rang through jungkook's mind like a broken record, still letting things sink in his head before a gasp escaped from his dear mouth.

has hoseok been injured in any way? he thought, but before he could confirm it, yoongi spoke the words that both broke his and jimin's heart.

"— the sanctuary took hoseok away..."