When you meet your soulmate all of your past lives flash in front of your eyes, but Jimin has only seen scraps of memories twice. Once while meeting his new classmate Taehyung, once looking into the eyes of his idol crush, world star singer Jungkook...
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Was I really here just to see the view, Jimin wondered burring his face into Jungkook's neck to nibble on his delicious skin. Everything in him is designed to attract you, to deceive you, to lead you into a deadly trap, but I don't care a bit, he told that voice in his head.
Just a second later he was pressed into the mattress, Jungkook climbed over him to move those insane lips over his neck, sucking his skin in deeply. There were only Jimin's loud gasps present in the room, like the experience of the soft sheets he was squeezing in his fists to release that passion tearing his whole body into pieces. Jungkook found his lips to fill them with his tongue and Jimin moaned almost coming into the pants that were now threatening to rip. That madness endless till Jungkook parted their lips to sit on his lap and caress his full hands down his body, his smooth fingers untied Jimin's jean's button, unzipped them in a way he could feel that hand feeling out his hard length.
"Ah!"
"Hold on," Jungkook had that confident grin on moving his hands up his body seductively to lift the t-shirt slowly and expose his own abs. Jimin was sure he will go insane watching his crush slowly undressing, his perfectly trained body and tattoo sleeve now all exposed to his eyes and touch and he was sure he was leaking at the sight.
"I will not give it to you yet, I want you to beg for it a little bit longer," Jungkook smiled throwing the t-shirt through the room so it ended up on a standing lamp.
What a first time, thought Jimin chuckling, when Jungkook leaned in to cut his thoughts with his hot mouth, their bare chests met so nicely, raising that madness even more especially as Jungkook was now kissing him and slowly pulling his jeans and underwear down his legs. Jimin was begging, tearing on his man's hair, gluing his lips to anything he could reach when their lips met again in heated tongue filled kisses, he was now running his hands over those muscular arms, the lines of Jungkook's defined back, into his pants to feel out his butts and bring him closer. They were as if someone madness had overtaken them, Jungkook working on his zipper so Jimin was quick to pull his pants and underwear down, both struggling to remove the jeans, boxer, socks and shoes, breaking out into giggling.
"It's more tricky than I have thought," Jimin fell back on the mattress now completely bare and exposed to Jungkook's love.
"Don't get discouraged. Each time will be better," Jungkook fell on the bed next to him to play with his hair strings and watch him with smiling eyes.
Why was it even so comfortable, them completely naked, lying in Jungkook's bed about to go all the way, as if he had done it an endless amount of times and couldn't wait to be filled and fulfilled again.
"What?' Jimin pressed Jungkook's palm to his face to kiss its inner side.
"Nothing..." Jungkook blushed gazing down on his body.
"You just like my taste," muttered Jimin.
"Yes, I just like your taste," Jungkook repeated in a whisper when Jimin moved up to lean over him and taste his lips, his chin, neck, down his chest to those delicious abs. Jungkook gasped tilting his head back when Jimin was sure he's not himself anymore, scattering Jungkook's body with kisses inch after inch till reaching down his v line, lower to hesitate before taking his whole length into his mouth.
