𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

[•Christmas•]

Ship; Jikook

Dom // Jungkook
Sub // Jimin

It took me long enough to fuckin finish writing this and post it, I am sowwy🙃. So I've been shipping Jikook a lot lately and this is what came of it. I'm incredibly proud of this one, so I hope you like😅
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Twinkling lights shone above Jimin's head, and he watched them back with a miraculous curiosity and admiration. A smile settled in his features, barely there, but noticeable if you watched him. 
   
That's exactly what Jungkook was doing, watching from afar. His eyes flicked from the christmas tree to the boy who was watching it. His coat completely covered him, the top of the zipper coming up to his chin, right below that beautiful smile. Jungkook stepped a little closer, moving to lay his chin on the boys shoulder. He immediately widened that smile, a small blush on his cheeks. His eyes didn't move from the tree though. 
   
They had been out last minute Christmas shopping for about an hour now. His toes were starting to numb, his fingers hurting from the bags cutting of circulation. He leaned forward and pressed his thin lips to Jimin's cheek slowly. He felt the warmth against his cold lips, smiling when Jimin squirmed away.
   
"You wanna go home?"
   
Jimin pouts but nods slowly, finally turning to Jungkook, a little smile on his face. He leans forward and grabs the boys hand, pulling him close to his side. Half of his body becomes a little warmer, as he takes his hand in his own. They walk towards the entrance, toward the parking lot. 
   
When they got in the car he turned the heat on. He blows into his palms, blowing away the cold. Jimin is staring out the window. He looks like he's in one of his moods, like he's thinking about something. Jungkook can never figure it out. He could be thinking about food. Or he could be thinking about getting a cat. Both situations have happened before. 
   
Jimin had a small smirk on his face, as well as a blush, which he assumed was from the cold. He just kept silent, looking out the window at the white snow that covered the ground. 
   
Home was warm. He fed the cat before he made dinner, Jimin wrapping presents in the other room. He couldn't hear anything but the wrinkling of wrapping paper, and the sizzle of the pan on the stove. Akio was purring in his bed, loudly. He didn't notice when one of the sounds stopped. He just continued cooking, putting the food on plates when he was done. 
  

That's when he noticed that the sound of wrapping paper stopped. He walked into the living room, hands in his pockets. A small frown formed on his face when he noticed Jimin wasn't there, and he started towards their bedroom. He noticed it was wide open, lights on, and he entered. He didn't see Jimin when he first came in, until he heard a soft sound coming from the closet. He turned to it, finding Jimin seated on the floor next to it, the rustling of pictures he had heard before. He smiles when he sees the little ball of fabric sitting against the closet door, tears streaming down his face. He sighed, making Jimin aware of his presence, and smiling a little wider as Jimin tried to hide his face. 
   
Jimin was very, very sentimental. He kept a lot of pictures, and whenever the time was right, he would do this. He would sit alone and look through them. The only reason Jungkook smiled was because he knew Jimin was crying happy tears. Jungkook kept his smile as he stalked over, laying himself on the floor and pulling the boy closer to him. He stayed nestled in his arms, holding on tight to the fabric of his white t shirt. 
   
"You're so stupid somtimes."
   
Jimin laughs, hitting his shoulder playfully. It made the younger snigger, leaning down and kissing his temple afterwards. They sit like that while Jimin wipes the tears off his face, smiling up at him when he's done. Jungkook smiles, leaning down and kissing him with utmost clarity. Jimin took it like an oath, pressing his small fingers to the others cheekbone. When they pulled away, the older let out a big shaky sigh. Jungkook moved so he could lay three gentle kisses on his cheek, feeling the smile form halfway through the second one. 
   
"I'm so happy."
   
Jungkook laughs, smiling into the other boys cheek.
   
"Jungkook?"
   
"Yeah?"
   
His lips moving against his neck made him shiver.
   
"I love you. So much."
   
Jungkook laughed a breathy sighing laugh, kissing the space behind his ear.
   
"I love you too baby."
   
That name made his legs a little weaker. He started to pull him in closer, giving both a stomach full of butterflies. The older let his eyes flutter closed, as Jungkook's kisses start to move to the bottom of his jawline and his neck. 
   
His heart starts to shake like an earthquake, as he falls into the abyss of emotion that he usually falls into when they have times like these. The grip on his waist gets a little tighter, as Jungkook's teeth start to scratch at his neck, leaving little marks as he went. The heart in his chest was thrashing now, a recurring phenomenon, crying to escape like a trapped animal. All because of Jungkook's lips and hands.
   
The sunset was coming in through the blinds, bland and white because of the winter clouds blocking it, but still casting a beautiful shadow nonetheless. Jungkook was lifting him onto his lap, furiously growling into his neck. The noise made Jimin whimper, a shallow noise that made those teeth on his neck bite down a little harder. His body was lifted fast off the ground and pushed onto the bed, both of them landing on the soft cushion with a thud. Jungkook's hands found a place on his torso, moving under his shirt and scraping his blunt fingernails along his ribcage. His lips hadn't yet touched the youngers, so he tugged at the fabric on his shoulder. Jungkook knew the proposal, as he took his lips off of the olders neck and lurched feverishly for the plump lips. It was like magic, it was like fire, something spreading throughout Jimin's veins. Nothing but a kiss could do that. Even as fast as it started, it started to slow, the kiss quieting its temper and becoming soft and breathy as they parted. Every time a breath left Jimin's mouth it came out like a small and quiet moan, eliciting a spark in Jungkooks core. He ignored it, for now.
   
When Jimin opened his eyes they were right in front of the youngers bold brown ones, he could see how the lust tempted him to move forward and finish this. But he stayed unmoving and quiet, wetting his lips with his tongue every few seconds. 
   
"You okay?"
   
Jimin answered with a stifled nod, gazing down at the opening that showed his collarbones, staring at the fraction of his muscles that showed. His eyes only stopped there for a second before they went back up to the youngers eyes, biting his lip with unprecedented lust. He looked innocent, but only god knew what was lurking in the depth of the smaller boys mind. 
   
Jungkook slowly crawled off of him, leaving him to lay there as he went and closed the curtains. It left a dreary look on the room, making Jimin a little tired, but also wondrous, as he couldn't see a single thing except Jungkook's figure coming back to the bed. He heard the drawer open and close on his way, knowing what he was grabbing, as he felt the bottle land a few feet away from him on the bed.
   
He watched his silhouette as it came to hover over him, feeling the warmth when he got close, and smelling the faint scent of his cologne. He couldn't see his face, but everything he was feeling was enough, Jimin stayed still while Jungkook's hands started to roam, taking his fingertips and pressing them ghost like onto the olders hips. His lips laid on his cheek without movement, only finding the nerve when Jimin let out a small breath of excitement.
   
It started out slow, as it always does, moving into a fast pace as the youngers hands started to fiddle with the bottom of the red sweater that Jimin wore. He pulled it up with one hand, his lips kissing a little more hastily on that tan neck then before. His other hand was gripping one of his hips, the pressure rattling Jimin's heart. His stomach started to feel a little queasy, a dark pit of lust making his lips part. He let out a moan, and as soon as the younger heard it, he was stopping it, grabbing the olders lips with his own, and moving the pace into a devilish consistency. His tongue did wonders, moving from his lips to his skin, going back to the biting and sucking he had started before. He only stopped to lift that red sweater off of his head. 
   
It was dark in the room, and watching from afar, not one single person could see a thing. Jungkook's lips against the olders neck in a hush against the quiet. The whole thing was inspiring and infatuating Jimin's core. His mind was running with the feelings and thoughts of only one person. A repetitive motion stuck in his brain, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. A moan slipped past his teeth, finally, at the feeling of Jungkook's lips against his now flushed skin. His heartbeat pounding so loud that Jungkook could hear its beat, his hands running like vines across Jimin's skin. His body felt like ice, melting at the touch of his warm hands. 
   
The tongue that was running up his body made him flinch. It ran over the bud on his chest and he jerked forward with another heart quickening moan. His tongue stuck there for a moment, a hand in his hair as he kept moving his tongue around it. Moans casually erupted from Jimin's mouth, his body flinching and jerking with every flick of his tongue. 
   
When he was done, the older was panting, trying his best to hide it, while Jungkook moved his mouth downward. Jimin took in another breath when his pants were slipped off, the cold of the room getting to him. A gasp and relieving moan when Jungkook finally touched him. The youngers hot breath flourished on his lower stomach, and as he palmed him, he kissed that piece of skin gently. A moaning mess of words tried to get him to slow down, begging through saliva. He didn't listen, or he didn't understand, because his pace only got faster, making Jimin's breath fall away. He gasped as if he was trying to get it back, writhing below Jungkook's strong hands keeping him down. His underwear was gone next, and then those warm lips wrapped fully around his dick, and a moan of defeat left his lips. Hands were tying knots in that long black hair. He was calm now, sensitivity dying down, getting used to the pleasure feeling that ran all the way through his body. 
   
His eyes slanted, he looked down at the head of black hair below him, then meeting the eyes that moved below him. They only connected for a second, before Jungkook was taking him in deeper, making his eyes roll away as he moaned again. 
   
"Jungk-kook."
   
There was that familiar moan from the olders gut, the one Jungkook knew meant he was close. He pressed forward, his nose coming to press against his belly, one last time before pulling off. Jimin breathed, grabbing Jungkook's hair and looking down at him. He pulled him up to kiss him, sitting himself up and reaching for the youngers shirt, lifting it up in a hurried fashion. Now his hands got to roam, he got the control, to touch and feel every little muscle that he adored so much. Every piece of skin and every pore laid at his fingertips. He lifted himself up, attacking his lips, finally earning a small moan from the other end. Hands came to his waist, pulling Jimin to sit on the youngers lap. Straddling him, and hovering and pulling at Jungkook's waist band. 
   
They were off in that instant, and as soon as they were, Jimin was already pressing his cold bare body to the others. He could feel fingers prodding at his lower back, moving downward as they continue making out. That hand moved away for a second, and no touch was on his body, until he felt a hand moving his legs open a little wider. A cold substance on his hole made him flinch, breaking the kiss at the right moment, as Jungkook started to slip a finger in.
   
"Oh fuck, s-slow."
   
Jungkook giggled in his ear, kissing his cheek in apology. That one finger went deeper, a little slower this time, Jimin letting out a strained breath and relaxed to make it a little less painful. His finger started to move, pressing at his walls to search for that certain spot. A loud gasp came out of Jimin's parted lips when he brushed up against it. The second finger slid in, his back arching and his head falling on Jungkook's shoulder. He was back to flinching and squirming again, a surge of pleasure coursing into his lower abdomen. Lips were caressing his collarbone, fingertips were imprinting prints into his waist, and his body was thrilled with the pleasure coursing into him. As soon as the moan came out of his mouth, the pace of the youngers fingers sped up. 
   
"God d-dammit Jung-gkook-k."
   
His lips are sucking a spot onto his shoulder now, before trailing his tongue up to Jimin's earlobe, and pulling on it with his teeth. He puts in another finger now, the third at this point, making Jimin go limp in his arms. He presses on that same spot over and over again, soft weak mewls leaving his lips, that sounded much louder in Jungkook's ear. 
  
An erotic and whiny sound comes from the olders mouth when Jungkook randomly stops and slips his fingers out. 
   
"You ready baby?"
   
A pressure inflames in his lower abdomen and he nods into the muscled shoulder his cheek is laying on.
   
The tip is pressed ever so slightly on his hole, and he winces when he slides in. Even with the pain, he takes his head off of Jungkook's shoulder and leans his forehead instead onto the youngers, starting to rock back and forth sensually. Both of them are breathing deeply into each other, at the same pace of their hips moving. Jungkook's hands are rubbing up and down the creases and dimples in the olders back, slowly brushing the fingertips of his right hand to the other boys ass, who made a small sound when he grabbed at it. 
   
His hips start moving faster, the noises erupting from him a little louder. Each thrust is another sound bubbling from his hot lips. He knows that he's heard it before, but Jungkook swears it feels extraordinarily new every time he hears it. Those noises he makes are so loud and enchanting, he wants to fuck him for hours on end. He kisses up and down the long expanse of skin on his neck, the tan skin between his teeth, salty and sweet.
   
Every movement of his hips makes Jimin shatter as he hits that bundle of nerves. In the position they are in, it's almost impossible to not make a sound. His body starts to jerk around, Jungkook's lust overpowering his inner gentleness, his thrusts are getting rough. He's thrown off his dick, only to come back down on it with excruciating pleasure. His whole stomach throbs, with immense feeling, treasured passion the only thing keeping Jimin from going completely limp in his arms. 
   
Other than the erotic moans spewing out of the olders lips, the two stay quiet. The only sound in the room is that and the sounds of their hips clashing. And, as always, it was fast at first. Until they both started getting close, Jimin's noteable in the way his noises got even louder. Then it would get slow, jagged breaths leaving the youngers throat, laying a mask right over the olders face. It was intimate, and sensual, rocking back and forth, and all of the sudden it becomes harder to breath. They don't need words, they speak everything in the way they move. 
   
Jungkook's hands get tighter on his hips, pushing him down harder with every thrust, getting incredibly close to bottoming out. The olders thighs are shaking violently, trying to pull himself up through his weakness. He ends up giving up, Jungkook's strength the only thing keeping them going as he falls limp, breathing hoarsely. He lays his whole upper body into the youngers, short pants are leaving his warm lips, which are laying softly against his neck. Minutes pass, and Jimin is becoming very impatient.
   
"Please, Jungkook. I can't t-take it anymore, please-"
   
One single hard thrust up makes Jimin gasp, moaning out the breath that he took in. 
   
"Please, what?"
   
Another thrust up, this one is much more rough than the first, and he whines, gripping the youngers shoulders.
   
"Please make me cum."
   
God, he growls, flipping them over onto the bed sheets, regaining a random strength and moving his hips like wildfire. Every single one of Jimin's moans is cut off by a thrust, his whole body being fucked into the sheets. He closes his eyes, because everything is foggy with lust. Then he opens them, looking through half lidded eyes at the boy he loves. 
   
When the younger looks down, god he loves everything about the sight below him. Their eye contact fails though, as Jimin's whole body shakes, his eyes rolling back, mouth falling open in a loud moan, as his orgasm ricochets through him. 
   
Jungkook moans at the sight of the older man covering his own chest in cum, thighs shaking afterwards. He continues his thrusts, as his stomach heats with a familiar ache. Focusing on it, he cums, right into the elder, gripping the sheets and slowly riding out his orgasm. Their both moaning like animals by the end of it, Jungkook slowly laying his head on the olders chest, breathing shaky as he kisses the place over his heart, arms twisting around his waist.
   
He slips out, falling on his side beside the other boy. He breathes through a smile, moving to lean onto his elbow and look down at the others bliss. Jimin is breathing roughly, completely limp against the sheets, his chest rising and falling and the sound of his breathing the only sign he's alive. He comes down from his high, opening his eyes weakly and looking up at Jungkook's figure. They are close enough where they can see the outline of each others facial features and the whites of their eyes. Jimin smiles, biting his lip and using his last few seconds of strength to hold open his arms, which the younger gladly leans into, arms going back to molding around him. He melts right into the hug, holding him as close as possible.