everyday ♡ JIKOOK

Ch 8 - 💜 Bedroom

"Want – wanna turn off the TV?"

"Yeah," Jimin breathes. "Mnh, bedroom."

They don't turn off the television.

Jungkook stands from the couch, grips the bottoms of Jimin's thighs as he wraps them around Jungkook's waist. The weights Jungkook lifts weigh three Jimins, so he hardly clings on. Jimin doesn't even care when he's tossed onto the sheets, only shuffles up. Leaves room for Jungkook, who pulls his shirt off by the collar on his way down.

It doesn't take long for Jimin to hook a leg around Jungkook's hip, to flip them over. He straddles Jungkook, just like last night. Like muscle memory.

Jungkook looks drunk.

He groans and gasps, grasps Jimin's hair as Jimin kisses down, down. Jimin licks Jungkook's chest, swirls around his hard little nipples. Tugs at one with his fingers, bites at the other with his teeth.

"Hyung, hyung – "

"Mm," Jimin hums, sucks the skin above Jungkook's navel.

"Is this too fast?"

Jimin looks up, assesses the emotions flickering across Jungkook's face. He looks – absolutely wrecked. Jimin can feel the younger's erection pressed against his chest, can see the way his breaths heave. Flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, hungry lips.

"No," Jimin says, then kisses below, on the thin dusting of hair above Jungkook's gym shorts. "Not for me. Is it for you?"

Jungkook shakes his head so quickly Jimin thinks his bun might fall out.

"Been jacking off to fantasies like this since – "

"Stop," Jimin groans, an uncharacteristic blush creeping up his neck. "You're so – "

"Annoying, I know. Guess you better shut me up, yeah?"

Jimin does.

Fingers slip beneath elastic, hips lift, shorts slide down. Jungkook naked beneath him, Jimin fully clothed. Jimin's so hard it hurts, and it looks like Jungkook is, too. It's not like Jimin's never seen Jungkook's cock, but. Definitely not like this.

Jungkook is all strawberries and cream, pink kneecaps and fingertips, nipples and cock. Warmth colors his neck, his clavicle, too. He's beautiful, freckles and moles speckling his perfection.

"Kook-ah," Jimin breathes.

He kisses up Jungkook's thighs, then mouths at his cock. When Jungkook jerks, when his dick throbs, when he cries out and tangles his fingers tighter – so tight – in Jimin's hair,

Jimin knows he loves him, too.

"Jimin," Jungkook whines, cock deep in Jimin's throat. "Jimin – ah, ah, Jimin..."

Somehow Jimin knows Jungkook's close already, by the way his hips twitch up. His whines are sobs now, his eyelashes are wet. His whole upper body is pink, like his cock, a matching set, so sweet like him.

"Jungkook-ah," Jimin moans, swirls the tip of Jungkook's cock around the perimeter of his lips, spreads his precome like balm. "Fuck me?"

Jungkook's fingers in his hair yank him up and away.

"Gonna come."

"You can in my mouth, but I would rather you come in my ass."

"Fuck."

Jimin shuffles back, off the bed. He slips out of his clothes, loves how Jungkook watches, how he strokes his cock smooth and slow as he does. Once he's naked too, cock bobbing against his tummy, Jimin rummages around for his lube.

"Condom?" he asks.

Jungkook shakes his head no.

So Jimin crawls back into bed, sidles next to his best friend. His other half, the missing piece that's been right here all along.

They kiss on their sides while Jungkook's sure fingers work Jimin open. Their tongues tangle in the space between their open mouths, breathing erratic and harried. Jungkook's fingers fill Jimin so well but not enough – not when he knows what's coming, when he's seen what's coming. By the time Jungkook wiggles in a third, Jimin grinds their cocks together. Swivels his hips so Jungkook's fingers brush that spot inside, so he can feel Jungkook drip wet and hot on his stomach.

"I'm ready, c'mon," Jimin sighs, rolling over onto his back.

Jungkook crawls between his spread legs, spreads lube over his flushed cock. He looks down at Jimin, at his hyung presenting for him. Jimin feels the most powerful he ever has, the most appreciated.

The most loved.

"This is crazy," he whispers.

Jungkook hovers above him, cockhead poised at Jimin's hole.

"Yeah," Jungkook half laughs, half gasps. "Are you sure you're ready?" 

Jimin nods.

"yeah... please..."

Jungkook presses their foreheads together, sticky with old sweat and new. Then, he rolls his hips and presses in to the hilt.

"Oh, oh," Jungkook chokes. "Baby, tell me when I can move."

Jimin's mouth hangs open, and all the colors swirling inside burst out. Vivid spray paint, graffiti on his heart. His ceramic heart, carved by Jungkook's hands, covered in ink. Jungkook's cock fills him full, melding them together, a welded sculpture of want and heat.

"J-Jungkook- Kook-ah, I love you," Jimin speaks the colors aloud. "I love you so much. I love you."

"Jimin..."

Jungkook kisses Jimin's mouth, swallows their art.

Then, he moves.

Jungkook makes love to Jimin. They move together – one form, two parts. Jimin feels Jungkook's back, the way his planes shift and shake, the way he rises and falls. His cock inside drags hot, in and out. Jungkook is hard and soft, fast and slow. He's everything.

Jimin wants him like this forever, anytime.

Everyday.

"Jungkook I'm close, I – I need to," Jimin moans.

Jungkook only nods, echoes.

"With me, baby."

Jimin doesn't have to wait long. Jungkook's hips pick up their rhythm, begin slapping skin. Nails dig into skin, words left unsaid translate into raised lines, red, pink.

When Jungkook comes, it's with his whole body. His mouth drops open so Jimin can lick in, his hands grip the sheets, his hips still. Jimin feels his back spasm, his spine unfurls as he empties inside. It's warm and wet. The dripping pulses tip Jimin over, too.

It's a mess, all over Jimin's stomach and Jungkook's chest. A bit on his chin. Jimin laughs, recovers quickly. But even as Jimin's cock softens on his belly, Jungkook still twitches inside, coming so hard, coming down so slow.

"I love you, Jimin," Jungkook says, face rosy aglow.

Jimin kisses it, over and over.

"I love you, too."