𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 ¦ vmin

hooded eyes

chapter 3;; hooded eyes
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A couple of hours later, Taehyung's bedroom was dimly lit: all of the lights were switched off, except for his golden, glowing fairy lights. His breath hitched as he lightly gripped his clothed member over his creme blanket, while he comfortably laid down on his bed.

The soothing aroma of cinnamon and ginger lingered in the air- sweet and spicy- yet not at all near to being sickly.

As his nimble fingers crept their way under the cotton barrier, his nipples began to harden and his eyes fluttered shut. He weakly gripped his dick at the base, lightly tugging at it, letting his fingers gently stroke it with curiosity. It hardened at the touch, growing more sensitive with each pull, begging for more friction.

He lightly ran his fingers over it, almost gasping when they got close to the tip.

He used the pad of his thumb to gather some precum from his leaking, flushed head and spread it over his cock, gaining more confidence with each jerk.

He grasped it a bit tighter, sharply sucking in his breath, then he experimentally flicked his wrist with more speed. Letting his thumb swipe over the slit of his dick, his head sunk back onto his silk pillow and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth.

He snapped his hips up continuously with endless ideas of Jungkook occupying his filthy mind. He imagined being on his knees for Jungkook, weak and submissive as he patiently waited to choke on the younger's cock like a good boy.

He imagined Jungkook gifting him with butterfly kisses all over his pretty, creamy thighs, nearing his needy hole as he whined slowly, wanting nothing more than for Jungkook to enter him.

And for some strange, strange reason: the idea of Jimin tying him up with silky ribbons and black ropes sent shivers down his spine and made his aching, red cock twitch. He continued tugging at it, his whole body feeling hot and incredibly sensitive to his own touch.

He let his other hand drag up his t-shirt, finding its way onto one of his pinkish nipples. His imagination was controlling him. The thought of Jimin softly pinching it and flicking his tongue over it, while Taehyung was helpless and unable to touch himself, caused a lewd moan to escape his throat.

Through hooded eyes, he peered down at his dick in his palm under the covers. He felt a familiar pool in his lower stomach and increased the speed of his jerking hand, his hips snapping up faster than before. Numerous moans slipped from his tongue as he neared his orgasm, his hair sticking to his sweat-covered forehead.

His mouth adorned an 'o' shape as he lowly whimpered Jimin's name over and over. Ropes of white shot out from his member, spilling all over his stomach and into his palm.

He let go of his sensitive dick and stretched to get some tissue from next to his bed, only to realise there wasn't any there, since he didn't finish unpacking. Cursing under his breath, he pulled his underwear back up (with the hand which wasn't coated in cum) and shuffled to his bathroom.

He wiped himself clean with a wet wipe, enjoying the lemon scent on his skin. As he passed the full-length mirror in his bathroom, he eyed the body that he occupied up and down, letting out a tsk sound when he noticed his legs still adorned the same dull shape, despite missing out on carbs for a whole week.

His fists clenched and it took all the strength in him to resist getting angry. It was his fault anyway, right? Usually, tears would slip from his eyes when he noticed little things like this, however he had bigger issues on his plate, which he would rather sort out: Jimin.

He scurried out of the bathroom, ensuring his front door was looked as he swiftly passed through the short corridor, before shutting his bedroom door behind him. Realisation struck him: he came to the thought of Jimin.

No, no, no. There's nothing attractive about Jimin. There can't be. Not even his (hideously) pouty lips or his (creepily) charming grin- nothing. Or, perhaps, Taehyung tried to convince himself. As he tiredly blew out his melting candle, he laid his head down, calling it a night.

A strange one, at that.

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It was midnight. Both Jimin and Jungkook were sat on their beds, each against opposite walls of the medium-sized bedroom, the dark grey walls surrounding them.

The pair watched a movie together earlier that evening, sharing a bowl of salted popcorn, even though Jungkok preferred toffee, enjoying each other's company and getting to know each other some more. After all, they would be spending two years with one another.

What surprised Jungkook was how Jimin wasn't as touchy-feely during the movie as he was before, but he equally didn't mind that much.

Sure, Jimin made sure to rub his thigh for the majority of the movie, his fingers occasionally threatening to edge closer to his region, but Jungkook was honestly expecting to receive a blowjob or a make-out session from the way he was acting earlier on.

The two laid down, the only light in the room being a cheap lamp on one of their bedside tables. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief when he let his tired eyes close. Waking him up slightly, he heard Jimin clear his throat, before he airily whispered, "I messaged Taehyung earlier, by the way."

Jungkook grumbled and nodded, his eyes still shut as he gestured for Jimin to continue.

"He seemed quite mad at me. I don't know why, though. All I've been is nice to him."

"But, did you apologise?" Jungkook mumbled.

Jimin sighed, also closing his eyes, "No. I honestly don't think I need to- he's just being a jealous old fart, right?"

Jungkook remained quiet at that. He didn't want to take sides, nor get involved. It was their problem at the end of the day.

"He's pretty isn't he," Jimin hummed, a slight smile playing at his lips.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, "I guess so? Why?"

Jimin let out a slight giggle before replying, "No reason. He's single, right?"

"Yeah," Jungkook simply stated, feeling uncomfortable for some reason.

"Well," Jimin hummed at the silence that fell between the two, "I'll try sort the awkwardness out, I guess. I'm gonna have a wank then sleep, alright?"

Jungkook's eyes shot open, "What the fuck? Dude, you can't do it with me in here! Boundaries! Boundaries!"

Jimin let out a tiny giggle, winking at him, "It's alright, silly! I'll face the other way. You're lucky I'm not fucking myself on my dildo tonight."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed red at the older's vulgar words and rolled over so he couldn't see Jimin, pulling his silk pillow over his head to muffle any noises in the room.

'He is such a character," he thought to himself, trying to force tiredness before he had to consciously hear any sounds from Jimin.