Jimin stirred softly within Jungkook's embrace. He twisted his body, their faces close to one another. His full lips parted in a small smile as soft snores tumbled out of the brunette's mouth, his gently curved eyebrows twitching.
"I think you're the pretty one," Jimin commented quietly as he reached his hand up slowly, small fingers threading through Jungkook's smooth locks of hair.
The brunette wiggled around, tongue darting out to run over his lips. Jimin's eyes then wandered to said lips, feeling the sudden urge to kiss them. But was that an okay thing to do? Why did he feel that way all of the sudden? After him and Jungkook kissed yesterday, it had been the only thing on his mind. To have a taste of him again. Because he really tasted just how pretty he was. And then Jimin realized something. Realized that a boy could be beautiful.
Because Jungkook was. Jungkook was beautiful.
"What's on your mind, baby?"
Jimin jumped, clearly too lost in his own thoughts to have noticed Jungkook openly staring at him.
"N-nothing," the ravenette responded quietly, turning to lay supine as he stared up at the ceiling, blush brushing his cheeks.
Jungkook sniffed. He situated himself on his side, head resting on his palm as he admired the ravenette and all of his delicate features. From the tip top of his head to his covered toes, he was truly perfect.
"Stop staring at me," Jimin mumbled before pulling the covers over his head, disappearing.
Jungkook chuckled, watching as the ravenette wiggled beneath the blankets. He pulled the bedding over his own head, immediately being faced up close with Jimin's cute face. The latter scrunched his nose.
"Tell me what you were thinking, baby."
Jimin felt his stomach do flips. He was never going to get used to that little pet name. He didn't think it was possible to be driven so deeply by a simple word, but evidently he proved himself wrong.
"I just... your lips," Jimin admitted quietly as he stared at the sheet, finger drawing circles into it timidly.
Jungkook's brow quirked. "You thinkin' of my lips, baby?" he said teasingly as his lips pulled into a smirk.
Jimin gasped softly feeling the pads of Jungkook's fingers slip beneath his top, brushing the bare skin of his waist. He placed his thumb between his teeth, biting down on it as his cheeks bled with crimson.
Jungkook's eyes darkened at the innocent however just as teasing pose Jimin had managed to put himself in. He continued to whine softly, feeling Jungkook's fingers slip just beneath the waistband of his boxers.
"This okay, baby?" Jungkook questioned with hooded eyes as he scooted a bit closer to Jimin.
The ravenette nodded his head eagerly, thumb still in his mouth. He was desperate for another taste of Jungkook's lips and so he removed his thumb out from between his teeth, gripping onto the collar of Jungkook's top. He stared at him with a pleading look in his eyes, and the brunette understood almost immediately.
"How badly do you want it, angel?" Jungkook purred quietly. He caught Jimin's glazed eyes lingering on his lips, causing his own to curve at the edges as he smiled knowingly.
"J-just a little taste," Jimin whispered as he inched himself closer, Jungkook's hand dipping further within his boxers. He gasped softly, feeling the brunette's warm hand envelope his bottom. The ravenette attempted to kiss Jungkook at this angle, however it was decently awkward. So he took what he remembered from watching porn and crawled over top of Jungkook's waist, watching the latter's face form a shocked however just as pleased expression.
"You're naughty, aren't you?" Jungkook questioned with a small chuckle, causing Jimin to blush a deep red and his bottom lip to be seized by his teeth. The ravenette placed his hands on Jungkook's chest, staring down at the brunette uncertainly, however a detectable hungering glimmer thrived in his eyes and evidently he found it hard to control himself.
"P-please, Jungkook," Jimin whimpered desperately. He knew he seemed ridiculous and desperate, however he couldn't stop himself. It wasn't his mind thinking for him anymore. It was what his body craved.
"So come and get it, baby," Jungkook invited with a smirk on his lips, hand still cupping Jimin's bare ass. The latter whined with pleasure as he dove down slowly, connecting his lips with Jungkook's. The brunette had removed his hand out from beneath Jimin's boxers, and they both made their way to around his back where he hugged him closer, savouring his sweet taste as their lips moved harmoniously against one another. Jungkook nipped at Jimin's lower lip, causing the boy to release a shrill whine. The brunette took this opportunity to explore the ravenette's open mouth with his tongue wantonly.
Absentmindedly, Jimin had begun to roll his hips against Jungkook's. Jungkook released a low groan and moved his hands to Jimin's waist, stilling him in his spot. "Not yet, Jimin," Jungkook panted once pulling away, the brunette's forehead pressed against the ravenette's as their hot breaths coalesced.
"I'm r-ready," Jimin assured, needful. He began to move his hips once again, Jungkook's fingers digging into his waist to stop him.
"Fuck, Jimin. Yesterday was our first kiss. Let's take it slow," Jungkook said before maneuvering Jimin off of him and onto the bed, the boy now being caged within the brunette's arms.
He looked absolutely sinful, with his black hair fanning the snow white pillowcases. A strawberry tint lingered on his flushed cheeks and his thumb had found home between his teeth. With his shirt crawled up his side, Jungkook found it hard to resist himself as the boy had also began to rub his thighs against each other in desperate search of friction. He had gotten hard, and extremely fast.
"Fuck, baby. What am I supposed to do now?" Jungkook questioned sweetly, however irritation lined his words as well. He wanted to help Jimin. But he also didn't want to take advantage of him. He never wanted to take advantage of him.
"H-help me," Jimin whimpered with glowing glossed over eyes. He proceeded to wiggle incessantly, causing Jungkook to station his knee between the boy's legs in order to halt his movement. "If you d-don't help me, I'll do it m-myself," the ravenette panted.
Jungkook's eyes darkened. His unlit gaze roved Jimin's body, attention rooting itself to the tent in his pants. He then brought his attention back to Jimin's face where he watched for any sign of disapproval as he slowly brought his hand down to the boy's clothed thigh, massaging lightly.
The ravenette gasped, his hips bucking upward as he tried so desperately to reach warmth. He keened for more in small whines, and eventually Jungkook's hand had cupped him, prompting Jimin to release a small throaty moan.
"This okay, baby?" Jungkook asked gently, Jimin nodding fervently in response as he had bitten down firmly on his bottom lip, seeking to muffle his rather loud moans.
"And what if I... did this?" Jungkook questioned as he began to massage gently at Jimin, his hand and long fingers working at him with an unprecedented deftness.
"P-please," Jimin begged desperately as his hips quivered, voice going shrill in need. He wrapped his hands around Jungkook's back in search of some kind of tether to stop his mind from drifting away.
Jungkook smirked, his hand moving from Jimin's hard groin. The ravenette cried out in response to this, but since cried out even harder as his hand went beneath all of his layers, grabbing hold of his bare cock. He began to pump up and down slowly, careful to watch Jimin's face for any sign of discomfort or displeasure. But instead the boy's face had been contorting to portray the truest form of pleasure; which catalyzed Jungkook to move quicker.
"M-more," Jimin moaned as he lifted his hips and dropped them, trying to level with Jungkook's pace. Coarse moans and high-pitched whines never failed to roll off of his tongue and plummet past his bitten on lips as he rocked his hips, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Jungkook was extremely fast. He didn't stop once or allow him to catch up to the apex of his orgasm as the boy had released into Jungkook's hand and as well as his boxers, chest rising and falling swiftly. His forehead glistened with sweat and small globules matted his hair to his face. Lips parted and tongue and teeth creeping by very little, Jungkook found that he had gotten hard in the process.
"Fuck," the brunette said as he pulled his hand out of Jimin's boxers, eyes landing on the white consistency that covered his hands. He tunneled his vision over to Jimin whom appeared as rosy red as ever, making sure that they were holding eye contact. Jungkook then stuck his fingers into his own mouth, tongue lapping at his hand as he cleared off every single last bit of cum. The ravenette's flushed cheeks had shone brighter and Jungkook smirked.
"How about you go take a shower, huh baby? I have some clean clothes you can change into," Jungkook pitched before he stood up, making his way to the bathroom. He quickly cleaned his hand off, returning to find Jimin with his legs tossed over the bed, head hung low.
"Jimin? Is everything okay?" the brunette asked worriedly before pressing his hand to the boy's shoulder, surprised to get a flinch in return.
"I have to go," he muttered quietly as he stood up from his seat on the bed, moving unsteadily.
"What do you mean you have to go?" Jungkook queried with his brows pulled in due to his confusion.
"I just... I just wanna be alone," he stated in but a whisper as he made his way toward the door, Jungkook quick to step in front of him.
"Did I do something wrong?" Jungkook asked softly as he tried to study Jimin's face. He couldn't see him quite well with the angle he was at, and so he hooked his finger beneath the boy's chin, shocked to find tears cascading down his cheeks as soon as their faces had leveled.
"Baby, what's wrong--"
"D-don't call me that anymore!" Jimin cried out hoarsely. He shook his head, wiping at his cheeks. "I have to go."
"Jimin, what's wrong?"
"Move out of my way or I'm jumping out your window!" Jimin yelled this time, reaching his limit.
Jungkook appeared rather appalled as he stared at Jimin with parted lips. He'd never seen him so distraught before. So furious, yet so sad at once. His previously lust filled eyes held so much thunder and lightning within them, Jungkook wouldn't be surprised to sail into the heart of the storm. And so he stepped aside without so much as a word, watching with his peripheral vision as Jimin opened up his bedroom door, leaving. Within a few seconds, he had heard the front door open and close as well.
The brunette cussed beneath his breath, balled up fist hitting the wall softly. He pressed his forehead to his door, exhaling heavily. He knew it was far too early. He shouldn't have done it despite Jimin's pleading. He was still trying to come to terms with who he was, and he took advantage of that. Jungkook turned around to look out his window, sad to find that Jimin wasn't in view. He urged to pull his phone out and send him a text, however the sound of a female and male voice filling the entryway of his home distracted him. He pulled his door open, walking and reaching the top of the stairs.
"Miss Park?"