Soul Mates | Jinkook ✓

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It was almost dawn by the time they finally hung up with Taehyung, leaving him feeling emotionally wrung out and raw. He didn't want to blame Jungkook for Jimin's actions, but he couldn't keep his mind from conjuring up images of the two of them together.

"Was he your first?" He didn't want to know. He really fucking did not want to know. But he couldn't stop him.

"He wasn't even in the top five."

"Now I really don't want to know which number I am."

"It doesn't matter which one you are, because you're the last, Seokjin."

"But Jimin is right. Why would you want me when you could have someone like him?"

"Because you're you, Seokjin. You are the kindest, warmest, gentlest person I've ever know. You got out of bed in the middle of the night and spent hours listening to Taehyung, even though what he said hurt you. You let me back into your life after everything I did to you. All the pain I caused.

Because there's this light inside of you that shines so bright it illuminates everything around you. You make me better just by being in your presence. You make me constantly reconsider everything I thought was right. You make me smile and you make it easier to breathe.

I'm so desperately in love with you that I think my entire world would come crashing down if I ever lost you. So why would I ever want anyone else when I can have you instead?"

There weren't anymore words after that. Just a soft, dazzling smile that could rival the actual sun aimed in his direction. Just his mate, the love of his life slipping into his lap, hitching over leg up and over to bring their bodies in close. Just lips fusing together, the kiss starting slow and quickly transforming into something else. Something deep and heavy.

Fingers slipped back, circled around the outer pucker of his hole before sliding inside, making him shiver and moan. He was still so wet and ready, stretched out to the point where that finger barely felt like anything, even as it rubbed along his velvety walls. It wasn't enough, and he whined as he bounced back, trying to get more. Nothing would ever be enough. Only Jungkook's cock could possibly fill him properly now.

One day he was going to have to ask how his mate did it. Where he was pulling lube from because it seemed as though it was coming out of thin air. Because suddenly he felt the cold bite of it, shuddering as one finger became two and then two became three. It should have been embarrassing, the way lube and left over cum mixed to make loud squelching noises, but he was too focused on the fact that those fingers were pressing against his prostate to care.

A needy whimper fell from his throat as those fingers slipped out, and he was almost ready to beg when he felt the thick head of that amazing cock pressing against his entrace, Without even thinking he lowered himself onto it, sighing out his pleasure as he was stretched and filled so perfectly.

"Look at how well you take, baby. You were made for my cock, weren't you? The only one it's meant for." Jungkook didn't even have to do anything, Seokjin took control all on his own. Looped his arms around his neck so his forearms were leveraged on his shoulders, shifted his leg's so his thighs flexed every time he bounced. Lifted himself up in swift, fast movements, shifting each time until the blunt head was ramming into his spot each and every time.

He made the mistake of looking down, taking in the way his own cock bounced with every movement, the head deep, angry purple, swollen and leaking from neglect. Below he could see Jungkook's emerge from his tight hole each and every time, so thick and wet and god he was coming just from that. Just from the knowledge of what was inside of him. White ropes hit his neck and chest, smearing across the expanse as he continued to grind down.

Without even thinking he lifted his hand to his own come, dragging a finger through a puddle and bringing it to his mouth, sucking it clean before repeating the action and offering it to his mate. Jungkook eagerly took the digit between his lips, laving it with his tongue and nipping at the skin, making sure he got every last bit.

His legs were getting so tired, growing weak until all he could do was grind down desperately, circling his hips and whimpering at the loss of force.

"Hold on tight baby." The words barely computed within his brain before he was being lifted, gasping as the movement drove Jungkook's cock further inside of him, until it was pressed directly against his prostrate, the constant pressure almost painful and too much to bear. But it was the single best thing he had ever felt in his entire life and he couldn't find it within himself to complain.

Especially not when his lower back was suddenly being supported by the sturdy hardwood of the tiny little square table lined up along one wall. He would definitely have to remember to sanitize it later if he ever wanted to eat off of it again. But then his legs were being hitched up and Jungkook was sliding even deeper, and all he had to do was glance down to see the way those thighs flexed and he knew he was going to come again.

It was weak this time, barely more than a few pathetic little spurts that had him crying out from the over stimulation. Inner walls fluttered, squeezing with the intention to milk his mate's cock for all it was worth just like before. Gripped and sucked the hard length back in, until it was almost difficult to pull out.

"You get so tight after you come." Not that his mate hadn't been tight before. Those walls hugged him so perfectly, a snug, tight fit that kept him wanting more. To go harder, faster, to slow down and savor it. But after that second orgasm? His Jinnie only got impossibly better. "You want my come that bad baby? You're trying to milk me to get it?"

"Yes. Want it so bad. Wanna be full."

"Gonna fill you up so good. I can't wait to see you dripping with it." Stamina was one of the things he prided himself on. Being able to last for so long, to focus on his partners pleasure. One of the many things he had once foolishly done in an attempt to make himself perfect for his mate. And apparently one of the only ones he had actually gotten right.

But it was so hard to hang on when Jin was gripping him like that, walls tightening and flexing with every thrust. So warm and wet and fuck, he was going to come.

"Fuck... I'm coming baby. You gonna take all of it like a good boy?" All he got was a nod in reply, before he sunk into that beautiful cavern and emptied, long, thick ropes of come pouring from his slit and into his mate. Jin took it all, whimpering as he was filled to the brim and left dripping obscenely onto the floor before.

"You always make such a mess." But it was such a beautiful one, and he wished they wouldn't have to eventually clean all the evidence of their love away. "Want me to clean you up?"

A whimper was all he got in reply, Jin clinging to him desperately, flexing his legs in some attempt to keep him inside.

"Wanna stay full." They were definitely going to have to invest in a plug, because despite how much Jungkook loved cock warming, they weren't always gonna have time.

"You gonna keep warming my cock like a good little slut?"

"Mm hm." Honestly he would have agreed to anything right now.

"Let's lay back down then baby. You want to sleep more?"

"Please." It had been such a long night, filled with so many emotions. And even now that the sun was up he could barely keep himself awake, already attempting to fall asleep in Jungkook's arms.

Placing them back down on the sofa, he positioned them so they'd be on their sides, Seokjin against the back and him forming a protective arch around him. Those legs stayed hitched high around his hips, keeping him locked inside the tight cavern, and he tried not to shift around too much as he reached for the blanket to cover them with.

Now if only they could get through the next few hours without one of their friends having a crisis.