(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Car

"You look so good."

"Mm." Jimin hums softly. It's hard to respond with Jungkook's lips on his neck, teeth sneaking out to nip at his skin. "How good, baby?" He asks as his hips rock slowly against the others lap. He definitely didn't intend for this to happen, not here, but he doesn't mind. It's dark outside and Jungkook didn't look like he was going to make it home. He deserves this now. More than this. Jimin pulls himself away from the man's needy nibbles, his grabby hands, his impatient caresses against his exposed skin. Somehow he's already lost his shirt, but it doesn't matter as he watches the younger with everything and lust in his eyes. He's still waiting for an answer that Jungkook hasn't given to him. "Tell me how good I look."

Jungkook's teeth graze his bottom lip and he groans at the question, clearly frustrated, but happy to play along. It's obvious that Jimin isn't looking for a quick fuck and he gets it, but his stamina might not be where he wants it to be. It's been a long day and he's felt needy without a solution for too long, busy with work and busy with keeping them grounded. Foreplay and dirty talk aren't going to slow him down, not even the fact that anybody could see them through the barley tinted windows of his mothers car. "You're still teasing?" Jungkook grips the smallers thighs with his large hands, holding onto them firmly as he shoots an eyebrow up at the boy. Jimin's hands circle his wrists and their eyes darken within each other's, lust casting shadows across every other emotion swimming in their stares. "I don't need to tell you how much you turn me on, you can feel it."

Jungkook's right, he can. He pushes himself down against the bulge pressing against his rear, biting his bottom lip to hide a satisfied smirk. It's hot when Jungkook is frustrated like this, as guilty as he feels for making it worse, but he wants to take care of him properly. Something hasty won't do, not when they've been climbing mountains together for so long, finally reaching their peaks. It's time to enjoy the view and Jimin does enjoy it. Witnessing Jungkook's desires so willingly flaunted before him, greedy fingertips digging into his soft skin, it burns him up inside. He licks his full lips and sighs, fingers snaking up to Jungkook's neck as the hands on his thighs circle his waist and pull him closer. The younger is staring at his bare chest so Jimin buries his fingers in the man's hair and pulls his head back, pulling his attention back to his face.

Jimin is beautiful as a blonde, glowing like an angel even in the dark. The dim shimmer of nearby streetlights reflect off of his bright locks and make Jungkook feel flustered. It's better that he didn't expect this kind of change, but it makes it hard to concentrate on anything but ravishing the boy. He can feel Jimin's raised confidence in his kiss when their lips mingle, tongues hungry for each other and bodies closing empty space between them. Good, Jimin is happy. Jimin feels happy. His innocent thoughts are a stark contrast to the bad things he wants to do to the other, the bad things he's waiting for. The smaller seems pleased to be creating friction on his lap, teasing him with tiny bites to his bottom lip, smiling into heavy kisses that coexist with tugging fingers in his hair. Jimin doesn't know how much his pretty hair drives him crazy. It frames his face in the color of a halo, golden and shimmering and innocent. What a disguise, he could fool anybody into believing he is, with his crescent eyed smiles and tiny giggles and laughs. It's what drives Jungkook insane, why he strengthens his grip on the boy, holding his hips and dragging them down against him, needy and not afraid to show it. "I need it right now." He hisses at his own thrusts against the other.

Jimin smirks. He thought that he was the one receiving a punishment tonight, but Jungkook isn't fairing well. Maybe it's the alteration of his appearance taking him off guard, or maybe it's that he started teasing first and the man doesn't have the willpower to compete. Either way, it makes him feel good. Feeling in control is always a confidence booster. It's not everyday he gets a turn to feel this way, to set the pace exactly where he wants it to be. He wants to ride him slow, tease him slow, kiss him even slower so they can savor it. Jimin gets to take care of his man. "Take it off for me, then."

Jungkook swallows hard, feeling nervous suddenly. He can tell exactly what the other is planning and he knows how much it's going to mess with him. He's so sensitive already. He could take back the control, flip Jimin over and press him into the car seats, show him how bad he wants him. Right now. But, he chokes back the animalistic instincts inside of him and obeys, quickly sliding down his jeans and boxers when the smaller lifts to give him space to. Jimin watches every single movement he makes and it pulls a low moan from his lips, his member aching for attention. Jimin doesn't let himself down atop his lap after he pulls away to remove the rest of his clothing as well. He hovers beside him the confined space and pulls their faces together for a gentle kiss. Gentle. Jungkook could make it rough if he wanted to, everything inside of him begs him to, but Jimin will always get what he wants. Gentle car sex doesn't seem like a natural thing, but if it makes Jimin smile he can't complain. Pressure surrounds his manhood without a hint of hesitance and a gasp interrupts their slow makeout session.

The smaller chuckles lowly, pressing his kisses into Jungkook's exposed neck. His hand leaves the man's standing erection long enough to slide under the shirt that he's still wearing, leading him to remove it. Jimin moves to relax again atop Jungkook's thighs, sitting back to give himself access to play. He slowly surrounds him with his fingers, dragging husky moans that sound like lyrics from his fiancés parted lips with every stroke he makes. Jungkook is putty in his hands and it makes him feel so wanted, so sought after, that a simple hand job could make him this crazy. Their eyes meet when he realizes he's being stared at unabashedly. "Like it when I take care of you?" He mutters.

Jungkook nods, reaching out to hold Jimin's thighs again. The pace is so slow that it's still considered teasing, no matter how good it feels to have his favorite hands on his dick. He knows that he looks desperate and he can see twinkles of guilt in Jimin's eyes for making him wait, but that won't stop him from dragging this out. In the end it will feel better. In the end, he's going to see stars. Right now, it's so painfully slow his frustration manifests itself as a hisses and whines and his breath caught in his throat. He's hanging onto every stroke, every little lip bite Jimin thinks he missed, every shaky breath Jimin thinks he didn't hear. They both need it, but the smaller loves the control. It must mean a lot that they're so exposed, Jimin loves dangerous sex the most. "I like it when you ride me." Jungkook whispers, breathlessly.

He wants it to be slow, to be needy with spots of sweet to compliment the rough grip of Jungkook's hands constantly roaming his body. It's his favorite kind of sex, when Jungkook wants him so badly his body can't wait to connect. No matter how impatient and desperate the younger becomes, he'll never fail to give into him and Jimin uses it to his own advantage. It feels a little mean to make Jungkook wait, but the end is always worth it. He prepares himself quickly, making the other watch him with undivided attention, trying to compromise with the shaky grip on his thighs. Jungkook helps by sliding his hands over his heated skin, making a trail with his touch from his knees to his hip bones. Jungkook circles around to his ass and squeezes him impatiently with both of his hands cupping cheeks, pulling them apart and bringing him closer. Jimin comes to a hovering halt over the others readied cock and he gently slides his fingers out of himself, whimpering softly as he does. "I can do it slow, yeah?"

Jungkook hisses, the tip of his erection touching Jimin's rim. He snaps his eyes up to meet the others, finding the boys rosy cheeks and pink, bitten lips such a sinfully beautiful contrast to his glimmering blonde strands of hair. He takes his own incentive to thrust once into Jimin, making sure his entry is as gentle as his trembling thighs can allow, making sure to never lose eye contact. This is what Jimin wants, he knows it. He brings his hand up to cup the boys face, letting him settle against his length and kissing him softly as he does. Jungkook wishes it were faster, rougher, harder, but this is perfect anyway. "Whatever you want, love." He responds, because sex is always amazing with Jimin, even when it's teasingly slow. His chest heaves as Jimin's hips set a pace and he can't stop his hands from exploring. He's so impatient, craving soft skin under his rough hands, needing to satisfy his hunger for the other, it's intensity burning a hole in his stomach. Jimin has a way of cooling the rapid fire in his belly with caresses and kisses as soft as his smile, eliminating frustration and letting it sizzle into bliss.

Jungkook can't feel anything but the rocking of Jimin's hips, closing his eyes to completely lose himself in the careless nature of it. Everything in the world disappears, but not Jimin. Not this.

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A/N: I'll probably edit this a bit later, but here it is~

I hope you know that I love you by now. I love you uwu ❤️