No Kiss Allowed | Jikook | Yoonmin |

Chapter 26

Jimin woke up in the middle of the night. Everywhere around hem was dark. Only the light snoring behind him was breaking the silence. Jungkook was hugging him, his body closely pressed against Jimin's. The boy himself was curled into a ball – his protective position. Yeah, he enjoyed the sex, but it was only that – a sex. He expected more. In his imagination the first time with his boyfriend was sweet and gentle. Cheesy words, light touches, slow and passionate lovemaking. Everything that Jimin had never done but dreamed to do.

But his protective knight in a shining armor turned out to be a grim reaper.

In reality, this night was awful. Jungkook was rough, completely ignoring the other's feelings. He acted like any other guy Jimin was with. It was disappointing. And because the older haven't done it in a long time, now his ass was hurting like a bitch.

Jimin took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He wrapped his hands around his body tighter, hoping that at least in his sleep he could have what he wanted.

...

It's wet.

His cheeks, neck, chest. It's all wet and cold. It can't be raining in his bed and he didn't have a pet. So what the fuck?

Jimin opened his eyes, Jungkook's happy face the first think he saw. Everything went back into its place and the reality hit him like a truck.

"Good morning, Jimin" the younger said happily, showering the other's body with different kisses.

"What... are you doing?" Jimin was from that type of people who are unconscious in the first 5 to 10 minutes they wake up.

"Let's do it again" the boy squished Jimin's round ass, making him yelp in pain. Jungkook didn't notice it.

"Jungkookie, school..." he tries to argue, but the pain is slowly growing unbearable.

"We have enough time, please" Jimin can't say no to Jungkook's adorable pouty face. And he thought that everything will be good if he just suck him off. His stupid kind heart.

Excited, Jungkook started rubbing against the other's tights, making them both moan. The dark haired boy turned them around, sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and with Jimin sitting in his lap.

"Ride me" Jungkook groaned, rubbing his hard on against Jimin's butt, moaning from the sweet skin-o-skin friction.

"What?" the other boy froze, mind going completely blank for a second.

"Ride me" lost in his lust, Jungkook grabbed his ass cheeks, opening them wide and shoved a finger inside the entrance.

Jimin jumped with a scream from the sudden insertion.

"N-no" he stood up fast as a lightning and grabbed his clothes. Pupils blown out with fear and body shaking.

Everything happened so fast. In one moment, Jungkook was lost in his lust, having the best ass on top of him, in the next he saw his boyfriend fully clothed, ready to leave.

"What now?" Jungkook asked. He was pissed. Jimin was acting stupid again. "You said everything else is allowed. I didn't break your rule. What happened?" the boy was screaming at the end.

Jimin's eyes filled up with tears, but he managed to hold them. His doubts were proved. His fears became true. Jungkook never loved him. He wanted himonly for sex, like the others. And now when he couldn't have what he wanted, he was angry.

'He waited too long' thought Jimin. Deeply hurt, he lifted his head proudly and left the place before Jungkook managed to put some clothes on. He left with his pride on. His ego didn't allowed him to leave like a little crying boy, but at the moment he stepped outside the building, Jimin started running. He ran like his life depended on it. And maybe it was.

By the time he arrived home, Jimin was crying. Big tears falling from his eyes, down his chubby cheeks. But there wasn't any noise. It was a silent cry. He didn't have powers for more.

Confused, he didn't know what to do of how to act, but one thing he knew for sure – where to go.

The boy stepped in front of Yoongi's door and knocked. No answer. Still, he entered.

Yoongi was sleeping deeply like a bear in its cave, but Jimin didn't care. He looked around the room, instantly founding what he needed. The boy took the shirt he found on the chair and put it one, throwing away his clothes like they were poisoned. Poisoned with Jungkook.

The shirt was one of the few bigger ones Yoongi had. It was covering Jimin's butt at the back and quarter his tights in front. In other words – just enough.

The orange haired boy slipped under the covers. Hyung was sleeping only with his boxers, but Jimin couldn't care less. He founded it comfortable how the older's body was hot like fire against his cold one.

Jimin snuggled into the burning heat, finding peace and comfort, and fell asleep in seconds.

"What are you doing here?" 

Author's note:

Yes, i'm posting two chapters.