(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

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"I know." Jungkook nods, shifting to bring Jimin's other leg over his hip. His muscles make themselves apparent as he holds his weight above Jimin with one arm, hips unintentionally rocking softly into his boyfriend to create impatient friction. He does know how much Jimin needs him, how much they both need each other. Jimin knew it first, he's only forgotten along the way. His heart will always show him where it belongs, especially when it's home hovers near. Jungkook sucks in a slow breath of air between his teeth, hissing lowly and fighting to stay level headed. "I-"

"And, I love you. I can't tell you how much you mean to me, there's no words." The smaller continues what is becoming a confessional speech. He doesn't want to cry anymore, so he smiles and giggles lightheartedly to mask the emotion building in his throat once more.

Jungkook's heart clenches and he ducks his head down towards Jimin's lips again. "I lo-"

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Nothing will ever beat the way I feel when I'm with you." Jimin nudges his nose into the others, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, knowing that he's interrupting the man's responses. Jungkook's movements against him, as painfully slow as they're beginning to be, draw a shaky breath from his glossy pink lips. "You make me feel whole, somehow. I don't know how you do it."

Jungkook grips the other boy by his waist suddenly, making him gasp, surprised. "I'm meant to love you, Jimin. You're meant to love me. Don't you feel it?"

Jimin nods. "I do, baby." He trails his fingers up into the strands of Jungkook's hair, losing his digits in the drying roots. "I feel everything right now. Do you?"

"I feel you. You're everything." The taller man breaths. He feels so sensitive, just by the friction he's creating between them and the exchange of words he's been longing to hear, an early finish seems possible. Jungkook whines, breathing heavy, but capturing Jimin's parted lips in a kiss before anything else said could drive him over the edge just yet. It's funny to him how words could be more provoking than the beauty of Jimin's body, but that is the funny thing about love. It can turn desire, pure lust, into a melting pot of emotion with one sound, one look, one word. There are no rules involved, and grasping that concept can take a lifetime. Jungkook smiles against the mouth on his own, because figuring out the definition of love was never something he thought he would do. It's a mystery, isn't it? But, with Jimin everything seems so crystal clear.

Jimin feels moisture on his face. He's not crying, but his heart squeezes in his chest because he might be soon. Jungkook's tears are precious. He wants to pull away to collect them all with his fingers, but he doesn't. He deepens their kiss and lowers one hand to slide it's way to their middles. The towel has to go. He craves the heat of Jungkook's skin against his skin.

Jungkook groans into the wet of his boyfriends mouth when he feels him tugging on the barrier between them. He leans back, taking a deep breath the second they part lips. Jimin's stare lights him on fire and Jungkook can't contain the growl that erupts from the core of being. He shifts to make it easy for Jimin to remove the towel and when r does, Jungkook pulls away.

The smaller whines, expecting the warmth of their bodies connecting again and disappointed without it. "Baby-" He starts to complain.

"Shh," Jungkook quiets his boyfriend. He licks his lips and smiles, reaching silently for the oil he previously retrieved. After a generous application of the substitute on his fingers, Jungkook places his clean hand on one of Jimin's knees. He looks up again to see the beautiful sight of the other watching his every move.

"Please." Red, puffy lips whimper, Jimin's quivering thighs parted and his entrance exposed. He loses the self control and patience to wait long enough for Jungkook to begin, grabbing his own length in one hand. Jimin hisses when the other takes this as his cue to go ahead, to slowly insert the first finger.

After a collective few moments, the room full with the sound of Jimin's pleased whimpers and moans, Jungkook can tell that the smaller is building his own orgasm quickly, thriving off of the sensation of his fingers massaging his entrance and Jimin taking control of his own member. He works fast to prepare Jimin as best as he can and pulls himself away, immediately stopping the others motions completely. "Slow, beautiful. Go slow. I love you." He draws his words out softly, adoringly. Jungkook takes his hands away from Jimin and prepares himself, hyperaware of the others breathing. His member is stiffened to the point of pulsating painfully, hard enough for him to almost feel numb. Jungkook draws in a long breath and whistles it out through his teeth. He grips one of Jimin's knees, glancing up to see the others expression before lifting it.

"Love you." Jimin breaths, cheeks flushed and eyelids fluttering closed unwillingly. His teeth assault his already red lips and he nods. "Please, baby."

The taller nods back and only gives one second of hesitation more before sliding himself slowly into the familiar heat of Jimin's body. The smaller adjusts around him, small hand clutching his own cock, head falling back against the pillow, salvia slicked lips parted as gasps hilt Jimin's breath. Jungkook works to control his breathing, to start s pace that's gentle and slow. His body begs for him to move faster, but it doesn't last. As soon as he relaxes against the body beneath him, finds Jimin's eyes locked onto his own, his body craves the slow and steady rock of his hips into the warmth that surrounds his manhood.

Jimin leaves his length to hook his fingers together at the back of Jungkook's neck. His breaths are quick and shallow, emotion clutching at his throat when the taller rests their foreheads together. It's as if he can see all of his faults right in front of him. He can see them all of the sudden, but they don't stab him with the hatred he's become so familiar with. Instead, every fault is lifted, forgiven. Even the guilt frees his chest and everything that surrounds him, playing against every one of his senses, is the unmatched sensation of being loved and in love. The shared breath that they breathe, the lingering smell of bubble bath on their skin, the way Jungkook's lips ghost across his own, close enough to taste. Jimin wants to taste them, so he does until he needs another deep breath. And it's bliss. Jimin smiles from his heart, because he know it now. His heart is smarter than his head, and Jungkook's heart is strong enough for them both to feel the love.

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A/N: Thank you for waiting, my lovelies 💕

I don't have time right now to completely go over this chapter, please forgive me for any errors. I think I've said this before, but I don't think I'm very good at writing the entire process of making love.. heh 😅 I don't know what's wrong with me. Please look forward to the next chapter, because I think it's a cute one personally~

Oh, and I did want to say that if I were to add chapters about the others when they aren't with jikook, it would be very minimal. Maybe mixed into normal chapters involving jikook as well. Nothing overwhelming, character development so that things that may happen via texts won't come out of nowhere ahaha..

Anyway! Another long note hehehe~ I need to go to bed oh my gosh. I love you guys so much, you know~ 💕 goodnight!