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The sound of a car pulling up to the driveway alerts Jimin to the arrival of his husband and step-son. The man fusses over his hair in the hallway mirror, fluffing the recently bleached strands until the waves frame his face just right. He really hopes Jungkook likes it. When footsteps approach the front door, Jimin rushes over and puts on the prettiest smile.
The door knob jiggles, and Jimin hears the muffled voices just behind the door. The nervous excitement inside him spikes. The door unlocks and then opens. Jimin's heart beats heavily in his chest, time seems to move in slow motion before a tall handsome young man appears. It's Jungkook. Jimin's heart skips a beat.
The younger man rushes forward without a moment of hesitation, dropping his luggage in the process. The smile on Jungkook's lip rivals his own. Jimin opens his arms and is promptly swept up in a tight hug. A cute giggles comes out of Jimin's lips when Jungkook twirls him, making the circle skirt he has on flare. It feels like the reunion of two lovers at the end of a romance novel and for a moment Jimin imagines it is.
"We're home," Jungkook's father announces, breaking the fantasy, trailing in behind his son. Reluctantly, Jungkook sets Jimin down but he does't pull away.
"Welcome back, Jungkookie," Jimin says, looking up at his step-son and caressing the side of his face. "I missed you."
"Glad to be back," Jungkook leans into the affectionate gesture, but his eyes are dark and his voice hints at sultry. Jimin squirms, cheeks becoming pink as his pussy throbs from the display.
"Our Jiminie was really worried," Jungkook's father chortles, drawing the attention of the two. "He would worry if you had eaten or not. Or he'd wonder if you were lonely."
Jimin nods his head, in agreement with what his husband says. Jungkook's smile widens and he steps closer to hug Jimin in thanks.
"Aw, thank you for worrying about me," Jungkook says, wrapping his muscular arms around the petite man. Jimin melts against him, sighing softly into his hardened frame.
With his back turned to his father, Jungkook allows his hands to drop from the small of Jimin's back to the curve of his ass. Jungkook smirks when Jimin gasps quietly, the delicate sound has a hint of excitement. Jungkook smirks and cups his big hands over the two fat globes and squeezes. The soft flesh gives to his hands easily and he can't help but knead the doughy flesh.
Jimin shivers and nearly moans, ready to push back onto the hands but he's left flustered when Jungkook pulls away. The younger man turns back to his father, looking so innocent and unlike he just groped his father's wife.
"I'll take my luggage up and unpack," Jungkook reaches for the luggages scattered on the floor.
"No, no," Jungkook's father intercepts, slapping Jungkook's hands away. "I'll take those to your room for you. Go with Jimin to the dining room, he's prepared all your favorite dishes. You must be hungry after your long trip, and we shouldn't let it get cold. You can unpack after dinner."
Before Jungkook can object, his father is pulling his luggage up the stairs. The middle aged man huffs and puffs with effort, so unused to physical work. It'll take him awhile to complete the task.
Perfect.
"Thank you, father," Jungkook cheerfully calls after his father before turning back around to close in on Jimin again. "Let's go to the dining room, shall we?"
Jimin nods his head and turns on his heels. Jungkook follows close behind. As soon as they're in the dining room, the door swinging shut behind them, keeping prying eyes away, Jungkook is pressing Jimin up against the nearest wall. Jimin allows it, flattening himself against the hard surface and staring up at his step-son with clear anticipation in his eyes.
"That was a dirty trick," Jungkook chides Jimin, looking down at the smaller man.
"W-what was?" Jimin asks despite knowing exactly what's riled up his step son. The younger man pulls his phone from his pocket and unlocks it before turning it toward Jimin. On the high quality screen is a picture of himself. Not just any picture though, one with Jimin on the edge of his bed, dressed in only his silk satin robe. The robe is loosely tied under his breasts but his tits spill out the panels and his legs are spread with his pointer and middle finger spreading his fat pussy lips. The sweet pink core of him is exposed, glossy with arousal. Under the explicit picture is a sweet little message.
Have a safe trip!
"Sending me pictures of yourself, legs spread and tits out like a cheap whore," Jungkook growls but there is no malice behind his words. Jimin flushes anyway, cheeks pink and heat pooling in his stomach. "Are you that cock hungry?"
"Yes," Jimin nearly whines, truthfully. His bluntness makes Jungkook scoff and he presses closer to Jimin, flattening him further against the wall and his hard body. The smaller man gasps, light and airy.
"I showed my seat mate," Jungkook says nonchalantly and turns the phone screen back to himself to inspect like he hasn't been staring at it all day. "You obviously want attention."
Jimin's eyes widen and his face warms in mortification. "Jungkook!"
"It's not like your face is visible," Jungkook shrugs. That is true since Jimin had taken the selfie with the help of a full length mirror and he had strategically made it so the cell phone had covered his face.
"He said I was a lucky man to have such a pretty little thing waiting for me at home. Wished he had a tight pussy to fuck. Made me promise I'd ruin your little hole, stuff you so full of cum that it drips out and to suck your tits until they're puffy and sore."
"Jungkook," Jimin moans, pussy throbbing at the filthy words. Jungkook smirks down at him and dips down until their lips just barely touch.
"He also gave me his number and said to send him a picture. What do you say Minnie? Should I take a picture of your pussy drooling with my cum and send it to the stranger?"
Jimin gasps, already imagining Jungkook between his legs with his camera, taking picture after picture of his used pussy. The shame and the utter filthiness of it sends a rush of need through the married man.
"I-if you want," Jimin stutters, too embarrassed to give his explicit consent.
"Hmm, but it's your body we're talking about. I need to know if you're okay with sending a picture of your abused pussy to a total stranger? He'll probably jack off to it, share it with his coworkers," Jungkook says, leaning close enough for Jimin to kiss.
Jimin squeezes his thighs together and licks his lips, ready to give an answer...but the sound of approaching heavy footsteps saves him. Jungkook steps back and makes his way to the dining room table. Jimin breathes out a shaky breath and quickly smoothes down his dress and goes to uncover the food and portion it out.
"This all looks so delicious, Jimin," Jungkook says once his plate is full of steaming hot food. Jimin preens at the praise as he sits beside his step son.
"He spent all day on it," Jungkook's father says proudly. He shoves a spoonful of food into his mouth, which makes Jimin grimace. Jokingly, he adds, "I think he was more excited about your visit than I was."
Jimin blushes when a smirk crosses Jungkook's lips. The younger man turns to face him, pinning Jimin down with a heated stare.
"Really? Did you miss me that much?" Jungkook asks, faux innocently. Under the table Jimin feels a hand land on his knee. He jerks a little in surprise but quickly covers it with a cough.
"Ah, well," Jimin begins with a soft blush on his cheeks. "It's been a while since you last visited. I wanted your first meal back home to be a good one. Maybe, it'd convince you to visit more often."
"I tried telling him you're a busy man now," Jungkook's father says around another mouthful of food. Neither really pay him much mind.
Instead Jungkook's eyes soften but his hand slips higher up Jimin's leg.
"That is true father," Jungkook says with a squeeze of his hand around Jimin's mid thigh. "But it is also true that I have a responsibility to be a good son."
The hand slides up higher, leaving a trail of heat up Jimin's thigh. Automatically, Jimin's thighs open, silently inviting Jungkook to his core. Slowly, Jungkook answers that invitation, staring straight into Jimin's eyes as his touch inches further and further up. The warmth of his touch almost burns. Jimin swallows loudly, his eyes unable to look away from Jungkook's.
"I'm sorry I haven't lived up to my responsibilities," Jungkook sounds sincere enough but there's a devious glint behind his wide eyes. Jimin squirms, belly fluttering when Jungkook's thumb brushes the sensitive crease between his thigh and groin. "I promise to more than make up for it."
Quietly, Jimin gasps.
Under the table, hidden under his skirt, Jungkook has finally pressed a finger against his panty covered pussy. The material is so thin and sheer, it might as well not be there. Jimin nearly whimpers, pussy throbbing. The soft touch is maddening.
"Good," Jungkook's father says, breaking some of the tension. Jimin rips his eyes away from Jungkook, face reddening. "I raised you right."
Jungkook rolls his eyes, not that his father sees. The middle aged man then changes the subject to himself. His favorite subject, but his son and his husband don't complain. It just gives them the perfect distraction to keep playing.
Jungkook leisurely strokes over the seam of Jimin's fat pussy lips. The warmth of it seems to increase with the small teasing. The heat of it calls to Jungkook, reminds the man of the heat of his pussy—the velvety walls so slick and hot when his cock plunges into it.
"That's good it hear father," Jungkook says, only vaguely listening to his father. It's not like he's got much going on, his conversations are usually about the same things. His focus is centered around Jimin, hyper aware of his every movement, the soft stutter exhales, the flutter of his eyes, with the shake of his hands.
God.
It isn't long before Jungkook feels something wet and sticky seeping through the panties. A growl nearly makes its way out his throat. Jimin's getting wet.
It's not surprising, Jimin's so insatiable. But fuck, if the response doesn't make him want to pull Jimin from his chair and bend him over the dining table and unzip his pants and pull out his hard cock to slip right into the slick cunt—
Jungkook takes a breath to reign himself in. Not yet. Soon. But that doesn't mean he won't stop touching. The needier he can get Jimin, the better their physical reunion will be.
"How's your golfing been father?" Jungkook asks, just to keep his father talking. It works, the older man instantly goes into a whole long story of the men he plays golf with and the country club he visits.
While pretending to be enthralled in his father's stories, Jungkook slips his hand further up Jimin's crotch until his can wiggle his fingers under the waistband of Jimin's panties. The elastic stretches easily, allowing Jungkook's hand to rest on his mound. Jimin sucks in a breath, just loud enough for Jungkook's ears to hear.
Jungkook does not stop there, allowing his hand to slide further down, until he can cup Jimin's pussy. The soft skin is hairless and warm with arousal. Jungkook hums in appreciation before positioning his fingers so his pointer and his ring fingers are on both sides of Jimin's outer labias. Slowly, Jungkook uses his fingers to part the puffy lips to reveal Jimin's twitching hole and his clit, which is already starting to bloom.
Jimin squirms, his hand on his fork tightening.
With his middle finger, Jungkook slips between the bottom seam of Jimin's pussy lips. The skin is silky soft. The slickness is just beginning to collect, slippery when Jungkook drags his finger over Jimin's inner lips and over his hole. The touch is light, almost fleeting as he drags it up to Jimin's clit.
Jimin bites his lower lip, heat sparking behind his tummy and tingling down to his clit. The clit that is hardly touched, but is hardening and peaking out its hood. Like before, Jungkook continues to stroke, slow and light. Never enough to fully satisfy the housewife.
The teasing doesn't take long to get results. A damp spot begins to appear on the panties. Jungkook happily spreads the wetness, making his strokes that much smoother. In no time at all, Jimin's pussy is a sopping wet mess, the slippery slick so thick it starts to drip and make his panties even messier.
Very rarely does Jungkook add more pressure at the top, circling his finger over Jimin's fat clit and the nerves around it. The touch is fleeting, driving Jimin crazy with need. Jimin wants to thrust his pussy into Jungkook's hand and hump against his palm until his orgasm hits. It smoulders below his skin, it'd only take a moment's notice to become a full fledged inferno.
Jimin nearly spills his glass of water when Jungkook finally touches his clit with purpose. A burst of white hot pleasure sweeps through his body as soon as Jungkook strokes firmly over his clit. Jungkook circles the hard little nub and taps over it, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up Jimin's spine.
"I'm fine," Jimin stutters when both his husband and Jungkook look at him in concern. Jungkook purposely rubs up and down his clit, relishing the shaky breath of air Jimin takes. "Just a little clumsy today."
That seems like a good enough answer for Jungkook's father. "Hmm well, just be a bit more careful."
The man quickly returns to his story, oblivious that he's mostly speaking to himself. His son and husband are too focused on each other. Once Jungkook is sure his father is absorbed in his own story, he returns to stroking the full length of Jimin's vulva. Jungkook pretends to be interested in his father's dull recollection of the past week or so, but his mind is only thinking about Jimin's pussy.
Jimin's hole quivers, with every pass of his finger over it. It quivers with want, ready to be stretched open and fucked. Jungkook's cock twitches in his pants, ready to fill that want.
Jimin bites his lip and resists circling and rocking his hips, knows it'll draw way too much attention. But god, he craves so much.
Several times Jimin wants to beg Jungkook to stuff two of his thick and long fingers into his tiny cunt. Jimin would happily sit through the rest of dinner cock warming Jungkook's fingers, velvety walls clenching and unclenching around them. It would soothe the deep ache in Jimin's pussy, at least until something much thicker and much longer can replace them.
"Are you okay, honey?" Jungkook's father asks, startling his younger spouse. Jimin's eyes widen and he looks up to see his husband looking at him in concern.
Jimin's eyes darted to Jungkook, alarmed by his boldness. The man's lips are turned up in a little smirk. Then he quirks a brow, finger stroking over the entrance. Asking for permission. It's with the smallest movement of his head that Jimin gives it. Then, his eyes dart back to his husband.
"O-oh, um, I'm—" Jimin starts, voice higher than normal so he clears his throat. Although, before he can finish his sentence, Jungkook's finger is pressing against his hole. Jimin just barely swallows down a moan. "—I-I'm fine honey."
"Are you sure?" Jungkook's father asks, brows pinched and his eyes roving over Jimin's face. "Your face is flushed and your breathing sounds off. If you're not feeling well, you should go lie down."
As he speaks, Jungkook slides his finger deeper into Jimin's heat. The velvetly walls open up for the intrusion, molding themselves to the digit. Jimin feels it, cannot mistake the feel of something sliding into him, the pressure so good against the ache that's building inside his pussy.
"N-no I'm fine," Jimin reassures, trying to put on his most convincing face. The man pats his cheeks. "I'm just so h-happy to be t-together."
Under the table, Jungkook's finger presses into the last knuckle, the nearly four inches pressing so deliciously against Jimin's walls. Unconsciously, Jimin clenches around the digit.
Jimin's should be ashamed of himself. He knows he should be, anyone with any morals would be. Jimin is married to the man whose son is currently got a possessive hand on his pussy and a finger in his cunt.
Jungkook's father's eyes narrow, but Jimin smiles innocently and cocks his head to the side. The action always makes his husband lose all suspicion, instantly making Jimin into the blonde bimbo that first attracted his attention. No way an air head like Jimin could ever do something deceptive.
"Okay, if you're sure," the middle aged man says. Then his attention turns back to his son. "Aren't we lucky to have him in our lives?"
"So lucky," Jungkook answers just as he pulls his finger out of Jimin's cunt and then slides it right back in to the knuckle. Jimin bites his lip and breathes out deeply.
Before anyone can speak, a melody of sound interrupts. Everyone pauses before Jungkook's father is clumsily reaching for his ringing cell phone in his slacks. The man takes one look at the name listed across the screen before he's scooting his chair back and rising out of his chair.
"It's work, please excuse me for a moment," the middle aged man says just before answering the call and walking toward the door that leads to the living room. Both Jimin and Jungkook watch him disappear behind the door, desire burning hotter when they're left alone again.
Abruptly, Jungkook turns toward Jimin. A dark look crosses his handsome face and Jimin knows he's in for it. Just as he opens his mouth, Jungkook begins to finger him earnestly. The digit pokes and prods at his cunt, stretching the slick hole. The sequelch of his cunt around the digit is loud.
"You're so wet," Jungkook leans closer and fucks Jimin on his finger with quick thrusts. "Can feel it soak my hand, Minie. God, you're so dirty. Sitting here in front of the man you married, cunt drooling around my finger, wishing it were my cock instead."
Before Jimin can answer, Jungkook rubs his palm against Jimin's clit. The man drops his silverware and gasps.
"J-jungkookie," Jimin moans softly, hands balling into fists atop the table. "Oh, fuck, Jungkookie."
"Yes, honey?" Jungkook says sweetly, almost mockingly. The pet name is almost exclusively the one Jungkook's father uses. A keen winds its way up Jimin's throat.
"D-don't," the married man says, eyes fluttering from pleasure. The slick squelch of Jungkook's finger sliding in and out of his cunt is loud, burning his ears with the filthy sound. "D-don't call me that."
"Hmm you don't like honey?" Jungkooks asks and Jimin shakes his head vehemently. "How about darling? Baby? Slut?"
At the last word, Jimin freezes.
"Slut?" Jungkook asks amused. "You like that best? Want to be my slut?"
"Jungkookie," Jimin whines, blushing hotter. A red hot burst of energy warms his core. The finger in him crooks, the pad rubbing against the anterior part of his walls, over the spongy and slightly rough spot found there. Jimin's eyes widen.
"Should I make you squirt here?" Jungkook asks, cocking his head to the side. "Get you all wet and messy under the table and let you sit with your soaked panties for the rest of dinner?"
Jimin shivers, back arching in the chair and thighs spreading wider. The pressure on his g-spot is good, has his clit tingling. Jungkook rubs harder and presses his palm to Jimin's clit. The older man chokes on a moan, body pulling tight from the dual stimulation.
"Ah~" Jimin whines, hips bucking into Jungkook's hand. Voice weak and whiny, Jimin begs, "More, ah, ah, more."
"More? My slut wants more?" Jungkook asks, smirking wider and his eyes dart to the door where his father left through. "What if my dad, your husband, walks in? Want him to see you being a cock hungry slut? Letting his son finger you in the middle of dinner, legs spread wide and panties soaking wet?"
Jimin shakes his head weakly, not convincing either of them. Jungkook's smirk widens and suddenly, another of Jungkook's fingers slides into his cunt. The digit glides in easy, the squelch of Jimin's sopping wet pussy is obscene. Jimin keens, eyes snapping open and hips bucking. "Ah!"
"Fuck, hearing your moans in person is so much better than over the phone," Jungkook coos just before pulling his fingers out most of the way and then slamming back in with an unmistakable slap of skin on skin. "Love how wrecked you sound just from my fingers. Can't wait to hear you scream when I fuck you with my cock."
Jimin twitches in his chair, mind blanking from the impact on his swollen and sensitive pussy. Jungkook repreats it, finger fucking Jimin earnestly uncaring of the erotic sounds echoing in the room.
Jungkook leans closer, until he can whisper into Jimin's ear, voice husky. "Are you close? Gonna cum on my fingers?"
"Y-yes. Fuck, yes, " Jimin whimpers, eyelids fluttering as pleasure swirls inside his body and concentrates itself in a central region in his lower abdomen and groin. The married man's toes curl, orgasm pulling his insides tight in preparation for a mind numbing orgasm.
Almost—
The sound of approaching footsteps shatters everything. Jungkook slips his fingers out of Jimin's cunt entirely, leaving his little hole gaping around nothing and pussy juices dripping out. Jungkook's hand retracts from his panties too and the younger Jeon brings his hand to his face. Under the kitchen lights, Jungkook's hand is glossed with Jimin's sticky wetness, his hand absolutely is drenched. The shine webs between his fingers, translucent but oh so pretty. Jimin flushes, embarassed by how horny he is.
Before Jimin can open his mouth, Jungkook's tongue is peeking out between his lips and running along his fingers, lapping up Jimin's slick. All the while, Jungkook stares into Jimin's eyes.
"Sweet," Jungkook's deep voice rumbles, which only makes Jimin want him more. "Can't wait to drink it straight from the source."
Heat bursts in Jimin's lower belly. Fuck, the indirect promise of being eaten out has Jimin's pussy quivering. It's been so fucking long and Jungkook eats him out so good, sucks on his clit and frenches his hole and drinks down his pussy juices like some once in a lifetime expensive wine. Sometimes, he holds Jimin down through several orgasms, sucking and licking even though Jimin is on the verge of tears from how over sensitive he is. But then the resulting orgasms are earth shatteringly good, leaving him gasping for air.
Before Jimin can do something completely degrading, like hiking his skirt up around his waist and hopping onto the dining table to spread his legs and beg his step son to put his mouth on his pussy, Jungkook's father returns.
Promptly, Jimin's legs snap closed and his back straightens to hopefully make him look less fucked out.
"Sorry about that," Jungkook's father settles back into his seat. He is oblivious to what he's just walked back into.
"It's fine father. Jimin and I took the time to catch up." Jungkook replies, looking the part of the perfect son and step son and not the sex demon that can swallow Jimin whole. Jungkook's father nods and looks pleased, so utterly fooled. "Good. Good."
For the rest of dinner, Jimin's thighs are pressed tight together and he squirms to get some pressure and stimulation to his poor clit. It's nowhere near enough, but it will do for now. Every now and again, he'll catch Jungkook's eye and shivers at the knowing look in them.
As good as the food is, it tastes bland on his tongue. Jimin continues to glance at the clock, hoping that nightfall will come faster. Jungkook's father goes on a rant about work and Jimin tunes it out entirely. His only focus is on his step son.
Once the food is gone, Jungkook's father suggests Jungkook go and unpack.
"Jimin and I will clean up," Jungkook's father says. As soon as he stands up to collect the dirty plates, Jungkook shakes his head and holds his plate out of reach.
"No, father. I can help Jimin. It's the least I can do to thank you two for a lovely dinner. I'll unpack afterward."
The older man looks surprised but easily agrees to not having to do household chores. "Very well."
Then he's tottering his way out the dining room and toward the living room without so much a glance back. Tonight is an inportant sport's match, something Jungkook's father doesn't want to miss. He talked about it at length in the drive over. Jungkook only half-listened, but knew it would be the perfect distraction.
Jimin's already in the kitchen, placing the leftover food into glass containers, to be refrigerated. Jungkook admires his step-father from the doorframe. A pretty sundress, something that is off the shoulder and has slits up the sides to show off milky silky smooth legs, draped delicately over his frame. Jimin's blonde waves are bouncy and shiny, curled gently around his cherub face. A soft red is smudged against Jimin full pouty lips, a cherry tint likely. Other than that, Jimin's bare face is displayed with small freckles across his cheeks and nose because of the recent gardening hobby he's taken up. One might mistake him for Jungkook's age, not knowing he is actually six years older.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Jimin asks once he's done packing the containers. Not much food is left, so Jimin easily finds a place to store them in the refrigerator.
"I'd like to," Jungkook says. "You look so good as the cute little housewife. I can imagine you as my little housewife."
Jimin giggles and takes a step closer to Jungkook, "Yeah? You want to wife me?"
Jungkook pushes away from the doorframe and deposits the dirty dishes into the sink before walking toward his step-father, until they're almost nose to nose. "Love to. You'd be a perfect little housewife wouldn't you? Greet me as soon as I walk through the door from work by bending over the nearest surface and offering your little hole for me to pound until the stress of the day disappears, right?"
"Hmm would let you take all your frustrations out on me, until it drips out my pussy and down my legs." Jimin admits, eyes darkening while he steps closer. When there's barely a few inches between their bodies, Jungkook reaches out and places his hands on Jimin's hips. With that leverage, he pulls Jimin flush against himself.
The smaller man gasps at the feel of Jungkook's hard cock against his hip.
"You'd help me take care of this?"
"Absolutely," Jimin nearly moans.
"What if I didn't want your pussy?" Jungkook asks, a hand coming up to stroke the side of Jimin's face and over his plump lips. Jimin's eyelids flutter at the soft caress. "What if I want your mouth?"
"Then you can have it," Jimin whispers, just as his lips wrap around Jungkook's thumb and he bobs down like he would a cock. The digit slips free from his lips with a pop.
Jungkook groans and his cock twitches. Jimin can feel it clear as day and it spurs him on.
"Do you want to do that now, Jungkookie? Fuck my mouth?"
"Yeah, need to see that pretty mouth stretched around my cock, want to hear you gag on it," Jungkook says, thumb pressing against Jimin's lower lip. Jimin shivers and slowly descends down, until he's on his knees.
Instead of Jungkook's hands on Jimin's waist, it's the opposite. Slowly, Jimin slides his hands over his step-son's tapered waist and toward the front of his pants. The muscles ripple and he wonders just how much more muscle the younger man has built since his last visit. Neither break eye contact even when Jimin finally reaches the front fastening. With fever, Jimin begins to undo his step-son's pants, keeping eye contact as he does.
Under the pants, Jungkook wears boxer briefs, a deep charcoal gray color. Just under the fabric is the tell tale bulge of his cock straining against it. Jimin moans softly and presses his palm over it, the heat of the erection radiates from the cotton fabric.
"Missed you," Jimin whispers, licking his lower lip. He squeezes the outline, moaning softly as he's reminded just how thick it is.
"Are you talking to my cock?"
"I haven't seen it in so long," Jimin complains with a pout. "I have to greet an old friend, especially one that takes such good care of me."
Jungkook rolls his eyes but the way his cock twitches is a pretty good sign that he isn't actually annoyed. Jimin smiles and gets back to work, finally reaching into the boxer briefs to pull Jungkook's cock out.
Jimin takes a moment, admiring the cock in his delicate hand. It's long and thick, maybe more than six inches in length with a circumference that is larger than what Jimin's hand can wrap around. The underside has a visible vein, but the rest of it is smooth and tinted red with the tip just a little more rosy. It is the kind of cock dildo makers could only dream of sculpting.
'God, can't wait until it's stuffed inside me,' Jimin thinks and leans forward to kiss at the base of the cock. The length twitches, exciting Jimin more. Chaste kisses trail up the underside, plush lips so soft with every gentle kiss.
"Look at me," Jungkook's voice is an octave deeper, demanding. Jimin hums before allowing his eyes to open just as he reaches the tip. Jungkook's jaw clenches the moment their eyes meet. Jimin's soft lips part, tongue slipping out to lap over the slit of the rosy cockhead. "Fuck, that's it. Let me see how much you missed my cock, slut."
Jimin moans, heat swirls behind his stomach and down between his legs. His core thobs and to distract himself, Jimin parts his lips wider—taking more of Jungkook's cock in the process. The hot girth slides deeper and deeper, testing Jimin's limits. The stretch is familiar, but it's been a while since he's had so much in his mouth. He can't take it all in one go, sadly. It's almost embarrassing for him to pull off, lightly panting and small hand still wrapped around the base, holding it at the perfect angle.
But he can't stay away for long, the need to make Jungkook feel as desperate for him is overwhelming. Jimin goes to the bottom of Jungkook's cock and licks a fat stripe from base to tip, moaning when he gets to the top and finds another bead of precum waiting. It is a mix of salty and tangy on his tongue, he moans appreciatively and suckles on the tip to coax another drop or two out.
A hand combs through Jimin's hair and tightens at the back of his head and slowly pushes more of his cock into Jimin's waiting mouth, "You can take more than that, can't you? I want to see you take it all."
The smaller man hums softly and lets Jungkook feed him more and more of his cock. Jungkook massages the back of his skull and coos, "That's it, fuck, that feels so good."
Jimin's pussy clenches, once again leaking, drooling more of its juices as if begging for the same treatment. His cunt is ready to take his step-son's big cock.
"Fuck, you look so good like this," Jungkook groans. The warmth in his cheeks grow, staining it with color and his hair begins to curl around his handsome face, becoming more unkept in the process. He's slowly unraveling. Jimin shivers.
"Shit," Jungkook moans when the tip of his cock hits the back of Jimin's throat and Jimin gags, just a little. The wet warmth of his mouth squeezes around his cock, creating delicious pressure. He pulls out a little, to let Jimin catch his breath.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," Jungkook thinks aloud, looking down at Jimin's flushed face, his swollen lips, and his teary eyes. All for him. Jimin keens, but it's mostly muffled against Jungkook's cock. Eager for more compliments, Jimin starts to bob his head, lips gliding up and down the length with wet sucking sounds.
"Ah, fuck, hmm," Jungkook moans, cock twitching from Jimin's mouth slowly enveloping it. He straight out of a POV porn video, pretty lips stretched obscenely over the girth of Jungkook's dick and cheeks slightly hallowed. What can't fit into Jimin's mouth, he strokes with his hand.
But he quickly loosens up, bobbing lower and lower until his lips kiss the base—going as deep as it can. Jimin stares up at Jungkook, eyes lidded as he lets the younger's cock warm in his throat for a few seconds before he's pulling back off. Jungkook's hand twists in his hair, the pleasure increasing every time his cock slides into Jimin's tight throat. "You take it so good, slut."
The praise goes straight to Jimin's clit, especially when Jungkook sounds like that—voice rough but breathless. The moans are just under the surface, held at bay because Jungkook likes to make Jimin work for them. And work for them he does.
It is a double edge sword though, because the more pleasure Jimin gives Jungkook, the needier he becomes. Jimin's body is hot all over, the dress feeling a little too confining now, rubbing his skin uncomfortably, nipples far too sensitive as they pebble against the cotton. Annoyed, Jimin tugs his dress neck lower, until his tits pop free. He moans as the cold air washes over his breasts. If his husband were to walk in right now, there is no way Jimin would be able to talk his way out of what is happening. He is on his knees for his step-son, mouth full of his cock, and his tits out in the middle of the kitchen. And he's enjoying every second of it.
Slut is a very accurate term to describe him, especially when he reaches up to fondle and grope his own tits. He arches into his own palms, moaning when he tugs at his stiff nipples. More pleasure seeps down to his core and Jimin becomes even more desperate, bobbing more frantically up and down Jungkook's cock because he can't get enough. Spit escapes the corner of his lips and soaks Jungkook's length. He's becoming messier, but he can't help it. Not when Jungkook looks at him like that.
Jimin bobs a few more times, but pulls off Jungkook's cock, a string of spit and precum connecting them.
"Fuck my mouth," Jimin begs, words raspy and slurred from arousal. He squeezes his tits, "Use me."
As soon as those words leave his puffy spit glossy lips, Jungkook is forcing his cock back into his waiting mouth. Jimin gasps in surprise but quickly recovers, relaxing his throat just in time for the cock to slide home.
"You want me to use you?" Jungkook says darkly, holding his hips in place, cock buried to the hilt. Jimin moans in affirmation, fondling his chest, nipples so sensitive he twitches from the pleasure. Jungkook smirks and strokes Jimin's cheek with the hand not currently tangled in his hair. "Okay. If that's what my slut wants."
The gesture is so soft, so loving, Jimin is almost unprepared for the throat fucking.
Almost.
Jungkook knows his limits, knows how to perfectly thrust his hips to get his cock deep without hurting Jimin. The smaller man's eyes roll back, the wet nasty sounds of his throat being fucked echo into his ears. Being in his sexual prime, Jungkook does not tire easily and Jimin loves it.
When Jungkook takes control like this, when Jimin gives himself over to Jungkook to do as he pleases with, he feels like a toy. Letting Jungkook use him for his own pleasure, it feels so sinfully good. Jimin can see the effect he has on his step-son, the unbridled passion ignited in Jungkook for him. It makes his pussy wetter.
The taste of precum grows heavier—salt, tang, and skin the only thing Jimin can think of.
"So tight," Jungkook grunts, thrusting in short quick bursts, balls slightly slapping against Jimin's chin. Jimin squirms, heat growing more and more between his legs. His pussy begins to ache again, jealous of the attention his throat is receiving.
Jungkook grunts, deep and gluttoral, before the warm wet gush of semen burst into Jimin's throat and mouth. The volume is too much for him to swallow all at once, a few dribbles escape the corner of his lips. But that doesn't stop him from trying. The married man swipes his tongue all around Jungkook's cock, coaxing him to release all his cum. He suckles politely, bobbing his head to clean as much cum from Jungkook's cock as he can.
Jungkook watches him with heavily hooded eyes, cock twitching every so often, sensitive but still hard and spurting cum. Jimin drinks it without complaint, moaning happily with every mouthful swallowed. But then Jungkook is yanking his cock out of his mouth, a wet pop following once the head slips free.
Before Jimin can whine, Jungkook is stroking a hand over his spit and cum coated member, jerking himself off with quick tugs. He milks out a few more ropes of cum, spilling the last little bit over Jimin's chest and tits, painting his skin with creamy white.
"Been thinking about that since you pulled your tits out," Jungkook admits, releasing his cock. It's starting to soften. Jimin looks down at his chest, blushing as he touches a glob of cum and smears it down to his nipple. He shivers and rubs the cum over his areola, just because he can.
Suddenly, Jimin is being lifted to his feet. He stumbles but isn't on his feet long. Like a ragdoll, Jungkook picks Jimin up and sets him down on the kitchen counter. He steps between Jimin's legs and encloses his hands around Jimin's breasts. They fit into his palms perfectly, warm and soft when he squeezes them.
"Maybe I should have fucked these instead," the younger sighs, massaging the two handfuls, kneading softly. Jimin arches into his hands, moaning when his step son thumbs over his nipples, catching a stray glob of cum in the process. He hums thoughtfully and licks his lips.
Without another word, Jungkook ducks down to lick over a small streak of cum painted on Jimin's chest. The smaller man grabs at his shoulders, a loud gasp falling from his plush lips. Jungkook drags his tongue to the next splatter of cum, licking that up before dipping lower to mouth at the underside of one of Jimin's breasts.
He kisses up until his lips brush the nipple, swollen and erect from Jimin's fingers. The nub is stiff but oh so soft when he licks over it.
"Oh!" Jimin moans, head falling back as he pushes his tit further against Jungkook's face. The younger allows his mouth to drop open a little more before sucking the nipple between his lips. He suckles gently at first but pulls away with a harder suck that creates a loud wet "pop" when it falls from his lips. He nuzzles against the warm plush breast before wrapping his lips around the nipple and repeating the process. Jimin whimpers, nipple becoming more sensitive the harder Jungkook sucks.
Thankfully, Jimin's step-son knows when to turn his attention to the other breast. It's with one last nuzzle and a blow of cool air that he turns his head and captures the other teat. Jimin cries out softly, shivering as one sensitive nipple is attacked by the cool air of the kitchen and the other is encased in warm wet heat. It isn't exposed for long though, Jungkook's large hand palms at his unattended breast, kneading and squeezing before rolling his sensitive teat between his thumb and pointer finger.
"Jungkookie," Jimin moans, shivering as his step-son suckles and plays with his tits to his heart's content. Jungkook isn't satisfied until Jimin's nipples are almost raw, so puffy and red. He kisses each sore teat, relishing the whimpers Jimin makes when he bites down softly.
Pulling away, Jungkook admires his handiwork. His step-mom's face is flushed a deep crimson, his hair's in disarray, he's panting, and his chest and tits are shiny with his spit and cum. The urge to push Jimin's dress up his thighs is tempting. But Jungkook knows if he sees Jimin's pussy, puffy and soaking wet...any self control will crumble and he will fuck his step-mom until he's screaming.
"Go clean up," Jungkook says, no malice in his words as he helps Jimin readjust his dress neckline. He pouts at the sight of Jimin's pretty tits being covered up, but knows it has to be done. "I'll finish the dishes."
"A-alright," Jimin whispers and gasps when Jungkook tugs him off the counter and places him back on his feet. He teeters, legs still a little weak from their activities. Jungkook steadies him easily, chuckling at how cute Jimin is. "Careful."
"I'll see you tonight?" Jimin asks once he can stand on his own, voice hopeful. Jungkook leans down to kiss his little button nose. "Count on it."
A pleased shiver works its way down Jimin's spine. He walks away anticipating night fall even more.
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Before bed, Jimin always makes his husband a small snack with a cup of tea. It's the only way he gets the older man to sleep. Otherwise, he'll be tossing and turning all night. After Jimin finishes getting ready for bed, he walks downstairs to make a simple little bedtime treat. He half expects Jungkook to be waiting in the shadows, ready to pounce on him and finish what they started earlier. Maybe he'd pull Jimin's sleeping robe up, and slip his cock right into his pussy and fuck a quick orgasm out of Jimin while he helplessly tries to prepare his husband's snack.
Jimin looks over his shoulder and is mildly disappointed when no one is lurking in the dark. Without much thought Jimin grabs an unmarked pill bottle, taken from a hiding place in one of the kitchen cabinet drawers. He shakes out two small circular pills, humming a little song under his breath as he pops the pills into the tea. They quickly dissolve and with a stir of a spoon, the tea looks untampered with.
Perfect.
Jimin smiles. The snack is a small portion of leftovers from dinner, just reheated in the microwave.
"Here you go, honey," Jimin says sweetly upon entering his marital bedroom. His husband is flipping through the channels, squinting his eyes to read the names of various programs. He lights up at the smell of food. Jimin almost feels bad for what he's about to do.
But not bad enough for him to actually stop.
Jimin hands the plate and tea over, smiling at how eagerly his husband devours the food and drinks every last drop of tea.
"You take such good care of me, honey," the older man places a hand on Jimin's wrist and scoots closer. Jimin's eyes slightly narrow but he keeps the smile on his face.
"Of course honey, you're my husband," Jimin replies. The older man nods and his eyes drop down to scan over Jimin's body. The robe he's chosen tonight is a little short, riding high on his thighs and pulled tight around his body to show off every curve.
Jimin shifts uncomfortably. Uh-oh.
"And as a married couple," Jimin's husband begins, trying to sound seductive but coming off greasy instead. "Don't you think it's been a while since we last...reaffirmed our physical love for each other?"
Jimin wants to recoil, but knows he shouldn't. Instead, Jimin pretends to be flustered. "You want to do that, now?"
Thankfully, Jungkook's father buys his innocent act. "Why not?"
"B-but Jungkookie is here," Jimin whispers, eyes darting to the bedroom door.
"He's not a child," Jungkook's father says with an eye roll. "As a hot-blooded young man, he has probably had his fair share of sex while away."
Those words send a pang of hurt through Jimin and he frowns. His husband has unintentionally poked at a sore spot of insecurity in him. Jungkook is a very handsome young man, he must be popular on campus.
"Still," Jimin whispers, eyes dropping demurely to keep up his facade. He cups his own face and whines cutely, "I'd be so embarrassed if he hears me!"
Jungkook's father's lips quirk and Jimin knows he's won. The older man chuckles and leans back onto the pillows. "Okay, maybe that would be for the best. You do get quite loud, don't you?"
Jimin almost rolls his eyes. Any sex with the older man is mediocre at best. More often than not, Jimin's just going through the motions and doing over the top acting to boost his husband's confidence. It's actually quite sad.
The older man grabs the TV remote, smug smile on his face as he turns to the TV and searches for something to watch. Jimin breathes an internal sigh of relief and looks at the time. The pills should be kicking in soon.
Jimin bites his lower lip and squeezes his legs together at the insinuation of that thought. God, time couldn't move any slower.
But as the minutes tick by, Jimin's husband is alert as ever. When he turns the TV off, Jimin thinks, "Finally!"
But the excitement withers when his husband grabs his phone from the bedside table. The urge to huff and puff and pout almost overtakes Jimin. But, he reigns in his emotions and grabs his own phone.
"Can I turn off the light?" Jimin asks and gets a grunt of confirmation. The smaller man flicks the lamp off and drapes the room in darkness, save for the cool toned glow from their phone screens.
Jimin's phone vibrates with an in coming text.
Jungkookie
Where are you?
Jimin
The pills are taking longer than they should.
Jungkookie
I was worried you changed your mind.
Jimin
Never!
Jungkookie
Good.
Because I couldn't help but get started
Jimin's mouth goes dry. A download for a sent picture pops up. Jimin glances to his side, making sure his husband's back is still turned to him. It is. The man chortles at something on his phone, completely focused on it. Jimin takes a big breath and clicks on the download. The image loads instantly.
It's a photo of Jungkook's lower half, from his abs down. He's dressed in a t-shirt and joggers. The t-shirt has been pushed up to reveal his toned abs and the joggers are low on his hips. Jungkook's tattooed hand rests to the side of his crotch, pulling the fabric taut to showcase the outline of his bulge.
Jimin
Jungkookie
Jungkookie
Want to see more?
Jimin
Please
With baited breath Jimin waits for the next text. It pops up, another image. Even quicker than before Jimin downloads it. It's difficult, but Jimin swallows down a needy whine.
This picture is the same angle as before, but the joggers no longer conceal Jungkook's cock. Jungkook's hand grips his cock at the base, holding it just above his belly. It's about half hard, but still so impressive.
Jimin glances to the side, his husband is still preoccupied with his phone. Slowly, Jimin sneaks a hand under the blankets. His hand slips between his thighs and he rubs over his panty covered pussy. His clit throbs. Another text rolls in.
Jungkookie
See what you do to me?
Jimin slips a finger between the seam of his panty covered pussy, follows the slit up and down to tease his sensitive folds. His pussy clenches, squeezing around nothing and feeling beyond empty.
Jungkookie
Are you touching yourself?
Jimin
Yes.
Jungkookie
Can I see?
Carefully, Jimin removes his hand from his panties and rearranges his robe before getting out of the blankets. He sits on the edge of the bed, facing away from his husband. With a quick peak over his shoulder, Jimin loosens the robe tie and points the camera of his phone toward his lower abdomen and mound. A small gasps leaves his lips when he strokes over his slit with his middle finger. Jimin takes a picture before re-trying the robe and walking toward the attached bathroom, for it to seem natural as to why he'd gotten out of bed.
The door closes behind him, effectively blocking him off from his husband.
Once in the safety of the bathroom, Jimin relaxes. No sooner after he sends the picture, his phone vibrates with a reply from Jungkook. Jimin squirms, curious as to what Jungkook has sent him. Another picture? More dirty texts?
Instead, Jimin receives a video clip. Short and quiet save for the sound of quiet rustling as Jungkook pulls his cock out of his shorts and strokes it. Jimin bites back a moan. Even in the low light, Jungkook's cock is something to marvel at.
Jungkook
Your turn
The younger is expecting a video back, but Jimin decides to keep teasing. He turns to the mirror and opens the video app and presses record. Jimin runs a hand over his thighs and slowly drags the hem of his sleeping robe up, up, up…
But before it gets too high Jimin lets it fall back into place and shakes his finger and playfully winks.
He sends the video.
Jungkook
I'm going to rip that robe off of you.
Fuck you in front of that mirror
so you can watch yourself come apart on my cock.
The image flashes before Jimin's eyes. Jimin bare, bent over the vanity with Jungkook's taller and broader body hovering him and staring right into his eyes through the mirror. Jimin staring at his own fucked out face, watching his tits bounce with the thrust of Jungkook's cock into him.
The fantasy is quickly put on the to-do list.
The two continue to sext, pushing and pulling at each other buttons and stoking the embers of their arousal until it becomes an inferno.
Jimin pouts when he notices he's been in the bathroom for too long and should cut their session short. His panties are sticky, reminding him of just how turned on he is. A glance at his face in the mirror shows his reddened cheeks. He splashes cold water on his face to help cool down. His phone vibrates with another text from Jungkook. He doesn't look at it though.
He needs to check on his husband before the man comes to check on him. If he looks at the text, he'll get sucked back into Jungkook and their little game.
The first thing Jimin notices once he steps back into the bedroom is the darkness. The only light source is the moonlight spilling in from the window.
"Honey?" Jimin asks, holding his breath. No response. Jimin walks closer to the bed. He slowly crawls back under the covers, careful to not wake the other if he's not fully asleep yet. He waits a few minutes before reaching out to gently nudge the older man's arm. "Honey?"
The man does not stir, breathing deep and even. A smile breaks out on Jimin's lips. Finally.
Before Jimin can grab his phone to text Jungkook the good news, the bedroom door opens. A dark shadowed figure stands in the doorway.
Instantly, Jimin sits up, phone clutched to his chest with eyes wide. For a second, Jimin thinks there's an intruder and a scream builds in his chest.
"Jimin?" A familiar voice calls. Jimin breathes out a sigh of relief. Not an intruder then.
"Oh my god," Jimin whispers and relaxes. "Jungkook, you scared me!"
"Sorry," Jungkook doesn't sound sorry at all. Jimin rolls his eyes. "Is it safe?"
Despite asking the question, the dark shadow makes its way deeper into the room. Jimin blinks a couple times for his eyes adjust to the dark. When they do, he can make out more of Jungkook's features.
"Y-yeah, he's out," Jimin says, not even sparing a glance at his husband. Unconsciously, Jimin pushes the duvet off his body, ready to jump out the bed and into Jungkook's arms. The only place he wants to be.
Surprisingly, Jungkook doesn't help him get up. Instead, the younger man climbs onto the bed and stalks his way up to Jimin.
"W-what are you doing?" Jimin asks, face warming as Jungkook peels more of the duvet from his body. "Aren't we going to your room?"
"So you're all mine?" Jungkook asks, instead of answering. The way his eyes sweep over Jimin's body has Jimin's pussy throbbing. The older man's thighs squeeze together, giving him some much needed pressure. Jungkook's lips pull into a smirk.
"All yours," Jimin whispers, staring into the younger's eyes. Jungkook crawls closer, until he's hovering over Jimin, like a predator that's already caught its prey. Jimin holds his breath as Jungkook reaches to pull apart the tie that holds his robe closed. The silk slides apart with minimal effort and Jungkook pushes the robe open, exposing Jimin's body wrapped up in pretty pastel pink lace lingerie.
"God, I want you," Jungkook groans, eyes raking over Jimin's soft supple skin, from the delicate swell of his chest cupped in a thin lace half cup bra and down his toned stomach and lower to his mound and equally smooth puffy pussy lips peaking out the sheer lacey panties.
Jimin preens under his gaze, back arching to show himself off. "Show me."
Those words set something off in Jungkook, something primal and possessive. Jungkook swoops down to kiss Jimin, hungry and open mouthed from the start. Jimin squeaks in suprise but quickly gives in to Jungkook, kissing back with just as much fire and passion.
After months of being unable to see and touch one another, this kiss is the release of all that tension. Their lips fit together perfectly, moving to match the way Jungkook's tongue delves into Jimin's waiting mouth. The tongue swipes over his teeth and the roof of his mouth, avoiding his tongue until Jimin whines. Unable to deny him after such a cute little sound, Jungkook finally kisses him properly. Jimin clings a little tighter, moaning softly as the kiss turns messy with spit and the overwhelming need to breathe. But Jimin doesn't want to stop kissing, would gladly die from lack of oxygen than to stop kissing.
"So needy," Jungkook whispers after finally breaking the kiss and trailing his lips down to Jimin's neck. The man under him whines at the loss but gasps quietly with every wet open mouthed kiss pressed into his skin. Every kiss leaves a trail of warmth. "Did you miss me that much, Jiminie?"
"Yes," Jimin sighs, biting his lower lip when Jungkook's kisses turns into nips and sucks. The delicate skin of his neck is no match for Jungkook's hunger, bruising easy in the spots he pays extra attention. The marks won't last into the morning, fading and disappearing like they were never there in the first place. If not for the taboo nature of their relationship, Jungkook would suck harder and nip until his claim were sure to stay on Jimin's skin for days. Jungkook shivers just thinking of the maroon marks shining like a becon against Jimin's milky skin, calling for him to press his fingers against them whenever he so much as glimpses a peek.
"I'll show you, how much I missed you" Jungkook promises, nipping at swell of Jimin's breasts—so soft and supple and almost spilling out his bra. He mouths over Jimin's nipples, flicking his tongue over the small peaks before pulling the material down, freeing Jimin's tits.
They bounce out, perky and pretty.
Jimin makes a soft embarassed sound, always a little shy when Jungkook stares at him so unabashedly. Not that Jungkook's ever complained, more than happy to dip down and mouth at one pretty tawny nipple. It's still swollen and sensitive from the previous treatment. Jimin gasps, back arching as warmth envelopes his breast. A wet tongue flicks the bud before Jungkook takes the teat between his teeth and ever so gently bites. Jimin moans, the slight pain melts into pleasure as Jungkook quickly suckles and laps at the swollen bud until it is stiff and rosey again.
"O-other side," Jimin moans, squeezing his other tit and offering it up. Jungkook chuckles and kisses over to the other bud, nuzzling into the soft swell of the breast before wrapping his lips over the nipple. Jimin keens high in his throat. His body happily responds to each suckle and grope. They're still so sensitive from Jungkook's earlier abuse.
"Love having your tits played with, don't you?" Jungkook asks, fondling Jimin's breasts. The married man nods, cheeks flushed and nipples tingling. Jungkook dips back down to nip at the puffy buds. Jimin arches into the warmth of his mouth, gasping as a wet tongue soothes the sting of teeth.
"Say it," Jungkook demands softly, sucking a mouthful of tit before detaching with a wet pop. Jimin keens.
"Love having my tits played with," Jimin repeats, voice light and airy. "Love it when you play with my tits Jungkookie."
The younger man groans and rewards Jimin with another suck.
But Jungkook doesn't stay there for long, his focus moves from Jimin's chest down to his stomach. He's soft, a little squishy with a soft layer of fat. Jungkook finds it cute as he continues to pepper open mouth kisses down his body. Jimin squirms more under him, his breathing becoming more labored the lower Jungkook kisses. Anticipation swirls low in his gut and twitches with every gentle brush of Jungkook's lips on his skin.
"So sensitive," Jungkook chuckles, eyes dark. He knows exactly what he's doing to Jimin. Sometimes Jimin thinks Jungkook knows his body better than he does.
He stops at the elastic of Jimin's panties, eyelids fluttering closed as he gets the first whiff of Jimin's arousal. It's the faint smell of musk, drifting up from his core. He breathes it deep, to Jimin's embarrassement. Jimin's thighs squeeze together, but the action is stopped short by Jungkook's hands prying them apart. Jimin squeaks, moaning as Jungkook spreads his thighs open, to bare his lower half fully. The younger man's fingers dig into his thighs, dimpling the skin.
"Fuck, I'll never get tired of seeing you like this," Jungkook breathes, voice gravelly. He stares down at Jimin's lace covered pussy, the fabric sheer enough for him to spot the fat pussy lips barely contained behind the lace. At the center is a small damp spot. Before Jimin can utter a word, Jungkook leans down to press his lips against the damp spot.
Jimin gasps loudly, shuddering as his pussy clenches in suprise. He can feel the faintest touch of skin on skin through the sheer lace. His stomach flips. Jungkook hums, satisfied with his response. He kisses up the lace strip where Jimin's clit is hidden away in it's hood and then lower, below Jimin's hole.
"Jungkook," Jimin whimpers, growing increasingly desperate.
"Yes?" Jungkook asks, kissing the damp spot again before nuzzling his nose over the strip of lace. "What is is baby?"
The affectionate word hits Jimin like a freight train, dizzying him with a rush of need.
"Need you to touch me, please," Jimin whines.
"Touch you where?" Jungkook asks so sweetly while kissing Jimin's upper inner thigh. "Tell me specificially what you want. I want to hear you say it."
Jimin squirms on the bed, heat bubbling in his belly and pussy tinging. Jungkook blows a breath of air over his sex, sending a shiver up his body.
"Touch my pussy," Jimin keens, blushing darker at the explicit request. Before Jungkook he was too shy to call his sex a pussy. But they'd been messing around long enough, Jimin is only mildly embarassed to use the term. "Need you to touch my pussy."
"Hmm I owe you an orgasm don't I, baby?" Jungkook says, stroking a finger over the center of Jimin's lace panties. The heat already radiating from him there makes his dick twitch. He can imagine just how wet and hot Jimin will be once he sinks his cock into him. "Took such good care of me and gave me such a nice welcome home. I should show my graditude, like a good son."
He hooks a finger under the strip of lace covering Jimin's pussy and pulls it away from his body, biting back a groan as it comes away wet and sticky. He then let's it go and it snaps back into place. Jimin arches, a suprised moan spilling from his lips at the short buzz of pain over his pussy lips. Jungkook smirks and does it again and again and again, until Jimin is writhing under him. Jimin's pussy glows a darker shade of pink, from arousal and Jungkook's teasing.
"M-more," Jimin pants, eyes glazed. "Jungkookie, need more. Need your fingers and mouth on my pussy, please?"
"Is that what mommy wants?" Jungkook teases, knowing just how that words affects Jimin.
"Jungkook!" Jimin whines, sounding a mix between very shy and scandalized. "D-don't."
"Okay, okay," Jungkook coos. Then he's hooking his fingers into the side straps of Jimin's panties. "Up."
Instantly Jimin obeys, hips lifting enough for Jungkook to slip the garment off his hips and down his shapely legs. Once gone, Jungkook's pushing Jimin's thighs apart, until Jimin's core blooms before his eyes, unobstructed and pornographic. His folds are a pretty deep pink, flushed from arousal and the snapping of the panties against it. He's all smooth skin, puffy. Maybe, one day Jungkook will take a riding crop to Jimin's pussy, would love to see his pussy redder and puffier from the sharp snaps of leather against his delicate folds. He puts the thought away for later.
Then his eyes take in Jimin's inner lips, darker in hue and leading to his entrance. Jimin clenches under his gaze, his hole fluttering and calling for something to fill it. Above it is his clit, now fully visible because of how horny he is. The pearl is hard and Jungkook can't wait to get his lips around it and suckle until Jimin is thrashing on the bed. He groans and can't hold himself back any longer. He digs his fingers into Jimin's thighs, the only warning Jimin is granted before Jungkook is licking a fat strip from the bottom of his pussy lips to his clit.
"Ah!" Jimin moans, back arching as Jungkook's tongue wiggles back down to his inner labias, tip stroking over the sensitive inner folds. He licks slowly, savoring. Jimin grabs at the sheets under his hands, pleasure running through his body like electricity. God, it's been so long since he's been eaten out. Since Jungkook's last visit. Not that Jimin would have let his husband go down on him if he offered anyway (not that he ever did).
How many nights did he dream of his step-son between his thighs, gaze dark as he sucked and licked Jimin to completeion? Too many, to the point Jimin has on occassion awoken in the middle of the night so horny he has to masturbate next to his sleeping husband, not at all guilty for smothering his moans into his pillow with Jungkook's name on his lips. If anything that made his climax that much sweeter.
The younger is skilled, tongue stroking over his core and up to his clit. He varies the pressure, slick hot tongue licking over his sensitive cunt like it's the most delicious dessert and he wants every last taste. Jimin's clit throbs under the attention, tinging the more Jungkook circles his tongue around the nub.
"Jungkook," Jimin moans, growing needy once more. His hips jerk up, grinding his cunt against Jungkook's face. The younger takes it in stride, hooking his arms under Jimin's thighs to lift his hips a little and force his pussy open wider. He growls as a rush of slickness pours from Jimin's core, smearing around his mouth and down to his chin. He points his tongue and wiggles it between Jimin's inner labias, stroking between the smaller folders until he's tonguing the silken inner walls of his vagina.
"Hmmnph," Jimin moans, weakly trying to grind against Jungkook's face as he feels the younger's tongue inside him, stroking his walls. It feels dirty, every time Jungkook tongue fucks him, but it's such a guilty pleasure.
Jungkook makes the most obscene sounds, slick and squeleching while fucking his pussy and sucking the juices Jimin leaks. A few times, when Jungkook's father goes out to play golf with his friends all day, Jungkook will spend it between Jimin's thighs, content to eat him out for hours, drawing long slow orgasms out of Jimin until he blacks out. Jimin shivers, pussy clenching as he remembers his husband will be golfing with his friends all afternoon the next day.
Suddenly, something else presses against his entrance, just under where Jungkook's tongue spears him open. Jimin's breathing stutters and his stomach flips. It isn't a second later that the thing presses deeper and deeper into his cunt, wiggling farther than Jungkook's tongue by a few inches. It's Jungkook's finger. His pussy walls clamp down on the appendage, sucking to draw it deeper, to where Jimin needs to be filled most.
But neither can reach that far. Only Jungkook's cock can—which his tongue and fingers are prepping him for. Jimin moans pitch higher. For a moment, Jimin worries he's being too loud, suddenly reminded that they're not the only two people in the room. Jimin's body jolts as he turns his head and is reminded of his husband sleeping a foot or so away from him. The sleeping pills should be a strong enough dose to keep him under their spell until tomorrow morning...but still.
God, it's so wrong. Letting his husband's son finger and eat him out with the man just right there. Sleeping peacefully as Jungkook and Jimin desecrate their marital bed.
Yet, Jimin doesn't dare think about stopping. The pleasure is just too addicting. He moans loudly, when Jungkook adds a second finger and scissors them apart. His walls strech to accomidate and the pressure is another reminder Jimin is letting his step-son have his way with him.
The feeling of Jungkook's tongue retreating and then slipping back up to his clit draws his attention back to the younger Jeon. Jungkook suckes on his hard clit before rubbing his tongue over the side that is more sensitive and makes his thighs jerk from over sensitivity. His hips jump as Jungkook pistons his fingers deep and curls them at the same moment.
"Fuck you're so tight," Jungkook groans, voice slightly muffled against Jimin's skin. The vibrations shake Jimin to the core. "Tighter than I remember and so, so wet. Just listen to your pussy."
Jungkook pulls his fingers out and thrusts them back in, a loud squelch following as the movement shoves more of Jimin's pussy juices out.
"Shit, beautiful. Can't wait to feel you around my cock. Going to fuck you loose and sloppy because that's what you deserve."
Jimin moans in agreement, clenching his insides tighter around Jungkook's fingers. "Fill me up, fuck me so good. Like you promised."
"Fuck, begging like a slut. Is my father not enough?" Jungkook taunts, glancing to the side before curling his fingers against Jimin's g-spot again. He laps at Jimin's clit while stroking firmly over the spongey ridged area just under his public bone. Jimin twitches, legs kicking out as pleasure builds into a pressure deep within him. He's close.
Jimin shakes his head, agreeing so enthusistically. The fingers inside him thrust minutely, but the pressure on his g-spot is more than enough to drive him mad.
"No one can fuck you like I can," Jungkook declares with confidence. While that line may be off putting with other partners, Jimin finds it true with Jungkook. He is the only man to ever make him squirt. Which is the kind of orgasm Jimin is on the cliff of now. "Is that why you're so tight?"
"I-I didn't let him touch me," Jimin gasps, knows it'll feed Jungkook's ego. He looks at the younger Jeon, breathing heavily, tits jiggling with his panting. "D-didn't feel right to let him touch me when you were coming back. Only want you."
"Fuck," Jungkook growls, before he's right back at Jimin's clit, tongue relentless as it circles and flicks against the swollen bud. At the same time, Jungkook fingers quickly thrust in and out of Jimin's soppy wet cunt, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
The onslaught of pleasure assults all of Jimin's senses. The heat behind his navel flares and his stomach muscles clench. A familiar pressure builds in his pelvis, pushing against his lower body and focusing on one point between his clit and hole. Jimin writhes on the bed, clawing at the sheets and pulling his legs closer to his body. The slick wet sounds of Jungkook's mouth and Jimin's pussy being finger fucked grow louder, echoing in the dark room and drowning out the soft slow breathing of Jimin's husband.
"Oh god," Jimin whines, reaching for his own chest, small hands grabbing a handful of his breasts and squeezing the soft flesh before pinching and pulling at his swollen and rosey nipples. The pain pulls a gasp from his lips, transforming into pleasure that only heightens the pleasure coursing through his veins. "Jungkook, Jungkook, I-I, I'm—"
Before the correct words can make it past his lips, Jimin cries out with a wanton moan. His body tightens up before full on tremors are shaking him from the inside out, hips jerking u‐p off the bed as the pressure finally breaks—shatters.
Jungkook moans at the first splash of warmth that drenches his hand and then reaches his chin, jaw, and neck. It comes in spurts, timed with every one of Jungkook's fingers pressing into the spongy little area inside Jimin's pussy. Jimin's squirting.
"That's it Jiminie," Jungkook groans against his clit, while his own cock throbs in his shorts. "Cum for me."
Jimin whines, eyes rolling back from pleasure. After being teased a short while ago in the dining room and nearly cumming in the kitchen, Jimin's orgasm is intense and is bordering on painful, but the best kind of painful. It feels never ending...until it does, ebbing slowly away until Jimin melts against the bed, limbs heavy as lead.
Observant as ever Jungkook carefully lets up on Jimin's g-spot until he can extract his fingers with little effort. They come away soaked and glossy, all the way down his wrist and his forearm. His dick twitches.
The last bit of restraint Jungkook has snaps. His hard cock aches for attention and he shoves his hand down his shortd and wraps his slippy hand around his cock. A hiss slips through his teeth as the first touch against his cock, but he holds his cock firmly and strokes from base to tip. Jimin's squirt is perfect for helping to lessen the friction, the glide so good when he thrusts up into his own fist when he strokes back down.
"Fuck," Jungkook rasps, heat bursting behind his navel. His hot breath fans over Jimin's spent pussy, causing Jimin to keen in oversensitivity. Jungkook chuckles softly, cooing as Jimin's pussy clenches and dribbles a small droplet of it's sweet nectar.
"Going to absolutely ruin your pussy," Jungkook promises, stroking his cock slowly to take the edge off. Jimin keens and weakly nods. Then suprisingly, the older man reaches down with one hand, palm side down and uses his forefinger and middle fingers to spread his chubby flushed pussy lips apart. A more obscene vision than the picture he'd sent Jungkook during his flight.
" 't's yours," the smaller man slurrs, causing Jungkook's cock to jump in his hand. Jungkook's gaze darkens. "Mine?"
Jimin nods, eyes slowly coming back to focus and a new blush spreading over his cheeks from how shameless he is being. From how shameless Jungkook makes him.
Jungkook shoves his shorts off completely, no longer able to hold himself back. His cock bobs once freed, thick and heavy and surrounded by neat trimmed hairs. Jimin squirms on the bed, back arching and a needy little whimper in his throat. Jungkook then removes his shirt, tugging it off to reveal a toned chest and the multiple tattoos on his right arm. Jimin's eyes hungrily takes his body in, the low light of the bedroom casts even darker shadows over his muscles making them bulge even more.
The younger crawls up the bed, until he's hovering over Jimin's limp form. The only sound now is the deep slow breaths of the Jeon patriarch, still blissfully under the spell of a sleeping pill. Neither pay him much mind, too engrossed with each other to care. Jimin's hand slips away just before Jungkook shifts his hips and lowers his weight.
"This pussy belongs to me?" Jungkook asks again just as his cock settles atop Jimin's sex. The length is heavy and hot, slipping between Jimin silky slick folds and head pressing against Jimin's little clit. Jimin gasps, heat throbbing in his pelvis as Jungkook gently rocks his hips, dragging his cock between his folds slowly. "Mine to own? Mine to use?"
"Yes! Yours, only yours!" Jimin rushes to confirm.
"Good," Jungkook groans and shifts his weight again. His cock slips deeper between Jimin's folds, pushing them apart to make room for its girth. "Keep your eyes on me. Don't look away."
Jimin nods, breath hitching when Jungkook's cock slides over his hole. The younger rocks back, moaning as his cock is covered in more and more of Jimin's slick with every rock forward. He adds just a little more pressure each time, curses under his breath when his cockhead catches on Jimin's entrance but slips right over it. Under him Jimin shifts, growing more impatient. He tilts his hips on Jungkook's next rock forward, placing his pussy at the right angle to help Jungkook's cock finally catch.
They both gasp as soon as the head slips inside. Jimin's eyelids flutter, but Jungkook's voice stops him from closing them.
"D-don't," Jungkook grits between his clenched jaw. "Look at me."
Jimin does as told, eyes opening just as Jungkook's cock sinks in a couple more inches. His eyes widen at the stretch and his pretty mouth drops open in a silent moan. Jungkook smirks and pushes his hips closer to Jimin's, relishing as his length is sucked into the warm wet heat wrapping around his cock. Jimin keens but the warmth behind his navel returns, swirling as Jungkook feeds inch by inch of his cock to his hungry pussy.
"So fucking tight," Jungkook hisses, staring straight into Jimin's eyes. "So fucking wet. And all for me."
Jimin aches the deeper Jungkook sinks. He's got a big cock, bigger than most men Jimin's ever been with. But it aches so good, to feel his big dick spear him apart and reach so deep Jimin thinks it's in his womb.
The feel of his raw cock is also something special, making it hard to know where Jimin ends and Jungkook begins (or vice versa). Connected skin to skin like this, it's everything. Even better when Jungkook cums in him, filling him up to the brim and flooding his womb with his seed. Jimin loves it, especially when they fuck more than once and his little tummy expands with a little bump.
Jungkook is the only one to give him that.
Jungkook's father had a vasectomy by the time Jimin met him and they were married. It was the reason why Jimin hadn't cared so much about the older man fucking him without a condom once they were wed. It wasn't like he lasted long anyway, a few sloppy pumps of his hips and he was spilling inside Jimin. It hardly felt like anything at all really.
But then...Jungkook happened and Jimin no longer could stand feeling another man's semen inside him. His stomach turned and he'd rush to the shower to quickly scoop and wash the spunk from him. Knowing how to use his charms to get his way, Jimin slowly began to complain about the mess. He did it cutely, as to not upset the older Jeon. It took a while to convince the older man to use condoms again, but it was well worth it.
Now, only Jungkook has the privilege of pulling out and watching his milky cum drip out of Jimin's abused pussy. A privilege he loves to utilize whenever possible.
Jimin shivers thinking about how much more full he will be by the night's end. He blinks up at his step-son, feeling so much all at once. The younger stares at him, mesmerized and like Jimin will disappear if he takes his eyes off him, even for a second. Jimin preens under his gaze, pussy fluttering around the length slipping deeper inside his pussy, nudging against parts of him that haven't been touched since Jungkook's last visit.
"Fucking, fuck," Jungkook rasps when his pelvis finally presses against Jimin's. His full length is now completely sheathed inside Jimin's pussy. His head drops until his forehead rests atop Jimin's, he's panting. The effort to not just slam into Jimin's waiting body is a challenge. But it is well worth it to feel Jimin's warm smooth muscles grip and squeeze around his cock.
Automatically, Jimin's thighs bracket around Jungkook's hips and his hands reach up to wrap around the younger's shoulders. It feels nice, to finally be under the younger again, to see those wide doe eyes lowered and full of lust, to feel his cock so deep it might as well be kissing Jimin's womb.
"Perfect," Jungkook whispers before grinding against Jimin, left hand going to stroke Jimin's outer thigh around his hips—from knee to ass where he squeezes a handful of the plush cheek. Jimin preens shyly, unable to hide how happy the word makes him when his pussy clenches around Jungkook's cock. Jungkook smirks and loosens his grip on Jimin's ass to smack his hand down on it.
"Ah!" Jm cries, the shock of the slap ricocheting in his body, but a moan follows quickly after.
"Perfect fucking pussy," Jungkook grits out while slowly pulling his hips away from Jimin's. His cock slips out a couple of inches, glossy and wet with Jimin's slick. "Mine to fuck, use, and abuse."
"Yes, yes, yes," Jimin chants, breathless before being cut off by his own cry of pleasure when Jungkook fucks back in to the hilt. He sinks back into Jimin's warm wet cunt with ease. "Use me. Use my pussy."
"Desperate little slut," Jungkook croons, hips rocking back to tease his step-mom again. He slams into Jimin again, unphased by the headboard knocking against the wall in the process.
Jimin's eyes roll back and his nails finally dig into Jungkook's back muscles, scraping against his soft skin. "O-oh! Your slut! 'M your slut."
A sound rumbles in Jungkook's chest and something shifts. Jimin doesn't realize it until Jungkook's thrusts get faster, his cock plunging into his soppy wet core over and over. His pussy flutters, sucking the length in every time Jungkook pulls out and thrusts in.
"That's right baby, you're my slut," Jungkook growls and nips at Jimin's lips. "My pretty cock hungry slut. Letting me fuck you full right here next to your sleeping husband."
Jimin gasps and instinctively turns his head to look at said spouse to his left. The man looks as peaceful as ever, ignorant to what's happening right next to him. Jungkook kisses the side of his face. Jimin can feel the smirk on his lips and prepares himself for what Jungkook will say next.
"Too bad he can't see what a desperate slut like you needs," Jungkook coos. He purposefully slows his thrusts, fucking Jimin slow but deep, making sure Jimin can feel every inch of him while looking at Jungkook's father. "To constantly be stuffed with a nice big cock, at any given moment. He couldn't give you that so you came begging to me, didn't you, baby?"
Guilt should be eating Jimin up inside. Yet, all he can feel is pleasure, pure unfiltered pleasure as Jungkook fucks him. The younger nips at his neck and snaps his hips a little harder, driving his cock deeper.
"Yes! Needed more—" Jimin gasps and turns to look back at his lover, the only son of his husband. He gets lost in those round eyes, the pools so dark it's like getting sucked into a black hole, never to be seen again. Jimin doesn't want to escape though, "—needed you ."
That breathless confession earns him the hardest thrust yet—the headboard knocks against the wall and Jimin's toes curl.
"Then I'll give you what you need," Jungkook promises and leans down to finally kiss Jimin. The older quickly returns it, stomach fluttering as their lips press together for the first time in what feels like forever. "All you need to do is not hold back, be as loud as you want, want to hear you scream my name. Can you do that for me?"
Before Jimin can answer, Jungkook swoops down for another kiss—this time open mouthed and hungry. The wet slide of Jungkook's tongue into his mouth draws a needy keen from Jimin, who submits to the younger and lets him lead the kiss. Their tongues stroke and tangle, sliding against and around each other until spit leaks out the corner of their lips. Jimin's even more dazed once the kiss is broken, panting like he's run a mile.
He doesn't need to answer, Jungkook sees it on his face. He smiles, "Good."
Then, Jungkook is fucking him like a beast, an animal in rut. He hooks Jimin's legs over his broad shoulders, nearly forcing Jimin to bend in half.
Jimin is both ready and completely unprepared. They've fucked in every position possible, but each time Jimin loses his mind from pleasure. Tonight is no different.
Jungkook drills into him, cock sliding home with every stroke. Each pull of his hips back, Jungkook's downward thrusts have more force, pushing deep inside Jimin's pussy until the head kisses his cervix.
Jimin goes cross-eyed, the pain and pleasure bleeding together. It hurts so good. Jimin's moan pitch higher, "Right there! Please! Ah!"
The headboard knocks against the wall more frequently and the bed springs squeak along. The bedframe rattles with their fucking, drawing helpless moans from Jimin's lips. His tits bounce cutely along, caramel nipples hard and pointed up for attention. He's an erotic dream.
"Fuck," Jungkook grunts, thrusting quick and hard. Jimin's pussy squelches around him, dripping so much it soaks his hips and drips down on the bed. The first time Jungkook fucked Jimin, he'd been so amazed at how wet he got. Jimin had been so embarrassed, apologizing because he usually didn't get so slicked up during sex. The admission had only boosted Jungkook's confidence. And it still does.
When the Jimin's moans turn to whimpers, more painful than pleasure, Jungkook changes the angle of their position to not go so deep. The new angle is strategic, though. Jimin's moans grow louder.
The tip of Jungkook's cock strokes over the spongy little ridged area on the upper wall of Jimin's pussy, adding delicious pressure to the sensitive spot.
"O-oh!" Jimin moans, back arching as the pleasure behind his navel and near his clit builds. "Jungkookie!"
The helpless moan is sweet music. It means Jimin is close to his second orgasm. It isn't surprising, with how much Jungkook has teased him so far.
The younger doesn't let up and even places his hand on the slight bump of where his cock presses up against Jimin's pussy, adding even more pressure to his g-spot. Jimin moans, breath stuttering as mind numbing pleasure pulls his stomach tighter and tighter. Until the slightest touch of Jungkook's finger against his hard clit snaps it. He cries out just before his pussy flutters and squeezes with his second orgasm, the pressure around his clit finally breaks free and with it a jet of clear liquid.
Jimin's hips jerk uncontrollably, in time with his squirting, moving Jungkook's cock in and out of his fluttering pussy in the process and prolonging his orgasm. Jungkook groans, looking down to see Jimin's squirt splash and soak his hips and the bed below. Fuck.
He slows his fucking, until Jimin's done. The other goes limp on the bed, breathing heavily. Jungkook coos, endeared by Jimin's bright red cheeks, his messy hair, and the sparkling dewiness of his eyes. A few teardrops have leaked out and left a glossy trail in their wake. So pretty. Jimin whimpers when he pulls out, cock red, almost purple, veins visible, and covered in Jimin's slick and squirt.
Jungkook strokes his length, but Jimin knocks his hand away. "No!"
"No?" Jungkook lifts an amused brow. Jimin pouts and then uses what little energy he has left to turn around and lift his hips up, presenting his full ass and his pussy for Jungkook. The hole gaping, reddened, and puffy from abuse and arousal.
"Don't waste your cum," Jimin murmurs, face smushed into the pillow, voice dreamy. "Spill it inside me."
"Greedy little slut," Jungkook coos before kneeling close enough to press the head of his cock back into Jimin's waiting hole. Only the slightest of force is needed before his entire cock is once again engulfed into Jimin's tight wet silky heat. Jimin moans, hands squeezing the pillow as the familiar stretch and ache is back.
Jungkook doesn't hesitate to fuck him again, this time only using Jimin's hole as a means to an end, his own orgasm. Each thrust punches moan after moan from Jimin's lips. The younger's fingers dig into his soft hips, pulling and pushing Jimin body to meet his thrusts.
"Yes, fuck, yes," Jimin whines into his pillow, feeling like a toy for Jungkook. Like his personal fleshlight, just for Jungkook's pleasure. Fucked out, Jimin briefly think he wouldn't mind that.
The younger admires Jimin from the new position, arousal growing from the bouncing of Jimin's generous ass and thighs upon impact. He really is a work of art.
It's his last thought before he's slamming into Jimin with everything he's got and spilling hot ropes of cum.
Jimin keens loudly as the first spurts pool inside him, hot and unmistakable. It settles inside his pussy, flooding him so good with every twitch of Jungkook's cock.
Greedily, Jimin's pussy milks every drop possible from Jungkook. His pussy is so full. It's exactly what he needs.
Until Jungkook goes soft and pulls out. Jimin's pussy clenches at the emptiness, gaping slightly before dribbles of white drip out. Jimin pouts when the cum he worked so hard for goes to waste.
"Don't worry," Jungkook tells him with kisses over his shoulders and down his back. "There's more where that came from."
Which is true. They still have a few more hours before sunrise, when the sleeping pills will finally wear off.
For now, they can indulge in each other's bodies, over and over again. The bed creaks and shakes all night long, the longest and hardest workout it's had in a while.
Jimim ends up with a cute bump from all the cum in him. Something he strokes even after they clean up and Jungkook sneaks out before his father wakes.
Jungkook leaves one last kiss on his lips before he disappears.
Jungkook's father wakes refreshed and unassuming of anything that's happened a foot away from him during the night.
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The rest of Jungkook's visit goes much of the same way. They steal glances and quickies during the day and fuck like rabbits during the night. Sometimes, though, when Jungkook's father is sound asleep, they just cuddle on the downstairs couch and watch a movie and talk. No sex. Just them, as if they were any other couple enjoying a date night. No need to hide affection. It's a taste of what their life could have been if they met before Jimin and Jungkook's dad did. A bittersweet reality.
2 years later
"I still can't beleive he died so suddenly," The next door neighbour, Minsoo says after helping Jungkook pack the last of the boxes into a moving van.
"I know, the doctors said it just happens sometime." Jungkook says with a sigh and a shrug.
"I'm sad to see you guys go," Minsoo says, looking back at the house, now empty and with a for sale sign in the front yard.
"Yeah, me too. But I got a job I couldn't turn down and Jimin says the memories in the house are too much for him to handle."
"I'm glad you're still watching out for him," Minsoo sighs. "You're a good son."
Jungkook bites back a smile and bids the neighbor goodbye. He talks to the men in the moving truck and tells them they're good to go.
Once everyone has left Jungkook walks to his own car, parked on the opposite street of his childhood home. Before getting in he takes one last long look at his childhood home, at the large For Sale sign on the lawn. He nods once before opening the door to his car and getting in.
"Ready to say goodbye?" Junkook asks and turns to the passenger's seat. Jimin smiles brilliantly at him, glowing with life and joy. The smaller man touches his stomach and leans across the console to kiss Jungkook.
"I'm ready to start our life together."
Jungkook smiles back, warmth rushing through him. Neither spare the house or neighborhood a second glance as they drive away.