He's Mine | Jikook

15| The Cheating

I'm a child of god, I swear.

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Jimin grasped Jungkook's sides to pull him closer, sighing in satisfaction when the older's hands went down until they grabbed his bottom.

"J-jungkook.."

"Hm?"

"Kiss me."

The man hesitated for a second, but soon bent down to capture Jimin's lips in his and lightly bite at it, shoving his tongue into the other's mouth and press their bodies tighter together. Moving in sync, Jungkook's lips searched for more and licked into him as if his life depended on it. The kiss felt sweet but sinful at the same time and they both completely lost themselves in it, finally realizing how much they had craved each other's touches as lust took over. Jimin wrapped his arms around the taller's neck and leaned in even more while letting him take full control over his body. Jungkook ran a hand through his long hair and yanked it back to deepen the kiss, feeling proud when the model moaned softly. He grabbed his jaw to keep him still when they both struggled to breath and grinned into the kiss as Jimin took a hold of his shirt with small, but strong hands. He was definitely addicted to the younger's sweet lips: they were like his own, secret drug.

After another minute of tongues fighting for dominance, Jungkook finally pulled away and stared at the whining man who wanted more. He touched Jimin's red and swollen lips, smirking at the result of his hard effort.

"You like that, don't you?" Jimin chuckled, "The fact that it was you who messed them up."

"I like you," Jungkook breathed out, voice low and rough. Jimin blinked innocently, not really surprised by the older's confession. He still couldn't help but grin widely, though.

"That's what I thought," he whispered and pulled him in for a second kiss, this one being more passionate than the other one. Jungkook lifted Jimin up, hands under his thighs as the model gasped into the kiss and locked his ankles around the doctor's waist. While the latter walked to the bedroom which had caught his attention as soon as he entered the big apartment, Jimin buried his head into the crook of Jungkook's neck and started sucking on the tanned skin, leaving a small hickey. He was overwhelmed by lust and wanted him to never forget about their first time sleeping with each other: Jimin wanted to make sure that Jungkook only thought of him whenever he got intimate with someone else- whenever he was with Seohyun.

After his back hit the mattress of the familiar queen-size bed, Jimin pulled him closer for another long kiss, already spreading his legs and smiling at how warm the older's hands felt underneath his red dress-shirt. Without taking his eyes off him, Jungkook moved higher until they reached his perky, erected nubs, making Jimin exhale deeply and nearly lose his mind.

"Fuck," Jungkook groaned as the model decided to tease him in return by pushing their hips together, "T-tell me, what do you want?"

"You. I w-want you inside of me."

He moaned at these words and quickly tore his shirt off, followed by his belt and dark pants. Even though Jimin already assumed that Jungkook had a really nice and muscular body, he still couldn't help but blush after seeing his broad shoulders, strong arms and well-defined abs without any clothes on. All he wanted to do was touch.

When Jungkook noticed the flustered look on his pretty face, he smirked and leaned back in. "Like what you see?" He chuckled cockily, teeth nibbling on Jimin's ears after he pulled away from his lips to taste other parts of the smaller's slim body. He loved how sensitive the other was and finally understood why everyone raved about the model and some of his soft, nearly feminine body features. Since he had been the one in control emotionally whenever they interacted, seeing him being this submissive made Jungkook feel incredibly superior, too. Compared to him, he was tiny and the older enjoyed being the big and dominant one in their relationship.