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“I wanna go all the way.”
The words take Jeongguk by surprise. He pulls back from his lips to get a clear look at Jimin’s face: pupils dilated, cheeks dusted a rosy pink, lips swollen from all the kissing they’ve been doing. He searches his eyes for a single sign that he doesn’t want this, but finds nothing.
That’s not going to stop him from asking, though.
“Baby, are you sure? We don’t have to.” He finally says, even though he wants to so so badly. But, he’ll wait an eternity if that’s what Jimin needs.
“Please. I want to. I’m sure. So sure.” Jimin babbles breathlessly, a pout forming on his lips.
Jeongguk gulps.
He’s been waiting for this moment.
They’ve been dating for around three months now, and every minute of it has been great. It’s everything he’s always wanted in a relationship: great communication, compassion, laughter that leaves his stomach aching, and love that feels bigger than both of them. And now Jimin’s looking at him like he’s the only thing he’ll ever need.
In the three months they’ve been together, things have never gone further than kissing. Sometimes a quick peck would spiral into something hungry, until they were licking into each other’s mouths and grinding against each other with an untamed need, and neither of them wanted to stop. But it always ended there.
Jimin had made it clear from the start that he wanted to take things slow. At twenty-five, he’d never gone all the way before, never had a relationship that made it past a few awkward dates. Jeongguk is his first real boyfriend, his first hand to hold, his first kiss—his first everything. And though Jimin wants more, wants him, the thought of rushing into it made his stomach twist with nerves.
He worried sometimes that his inexperience would ruin things, that Jeongguk might grow impatient. But Jeongguk never once complained. If anything, he seemed grateful for every little step forward. And honestly, Jeongguk doesn’t mind waiting. Making sure Jimin is comfortable and happy has always been his number one priority.
Jeongguk understands the nervousness, though; he’s much more experienced with both women and men. But nothing has ever felt like this. Those connections were fleeting, fun in the moment, but they were nothing compared to this. The love he feels for Jimin is out of this world; he’s never been so passionate about someone before.
Jeongguk swallows again, thumb brushing over Jimin’s soft cheek.
“Okay,” he whispers, voice low but steady. “Okay, I’ll take care of you, baby.”
Their lips meet again, but it’s hungry now, Jimin’s soft whimper spilling into Jeongguk’s mouth as he pushes his tongue forward with no hesitation. The urgency of it sends lightning bolts of pleasure striking throughout his body. Heat pools in Jeongguk’s stomach as Jimin lightly bites down on his bottom lip, allowing it to graze across the soft skin there. He groans into his mouth, tongue darting out to taste him and savor the taste of his cherry chapstick.
Jimin’s hands start to wander up Jeongguk’s loose t-shirt, “Can I?”
It’s almost pathetic how fast Jeongguk nods. Jimin doesn’t notice it, though, too focused on allowing his fingers to trail up over hard planes of muscle, brushing along the ridges of Jeongguk’s abs, and higher still to the defined lines of his back. Jeongguk sighs, melting into the touch, loving how cool his boyfriend’s fingers are on his skin that’s heated with arousal.
“Mmh—you feel so…strong.” Jimin sighs in awe, hands now dragging up to his biceps. Jeongguk just hums, ignoring how his cock throbs in the confinement of his jeans at the praise. He continues to kiss Jimin now, placing a peck on his lips, his cheeks, then down to his neck. His lips latch onto the sensitive skin there and sucking softly. Jimin’s reaction is immediate; his body jolts underneath him, soft whimpers fall out of his mouth, and his grip on Jeongguk’s bicep tightens.
“Oh fuck Jeongguk—I need more please,” Jimin begs, tugging insistently at Jeongguk’s shirt. The sound nearly undoes him.
Jeongguk rips the shirt over his head, tossing it aside without a second thought. He barely has time to draw breath before Jimin’s hand is in his hair, dragging him back to his throat. Jeongguk obeys gladly, lips closing around the tender skin again, teeth grazing until he feels the faint swell of a bruise forming. The needy little sounds spilling from Jimin’s mouth only fuel his hunger.
But Jimin meant it—he wants more. He pushes lightly at Jeongguk’s chest, just enough space to tug his own shirt over his head. Jeongguk’s lungs stutter at the sight of bare skin revealed inch by inch, but before he can even react, his boyfriend is already fumbling with his belt buckle, eyes wide and desperate.
“Fuck Jimin—slow down, baby.” Jeongguk groans, his hand flying to cover Jimin’s trembling ones. His cock throbs painfully at the sight of him so desperate, but he forces himself to breathe, to anchor them both.
“We’ve got time. I don’t wanna rush this.”
Jimin whines at the pause, hips shifting restlessly beneath him, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.
“But I don’t wanna wait anymore,” he whispers, voice broken around the edges, "I need you right now."
Fuck, Jimin is going to break him.
“Just a little longer, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Jeongguk’s voice is soft despite the intent of the words. Jimin nods slowly, removing his fingers from Jeongguk’s belt.
Jeongguk leans down to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the little gasps that slip from Jimin’s lips. His hands wander up Jimin’s bare sides, mapping the soft curve of his waist, the heat of his skin, memorizing every inch he’s finally allowed to touch.
“See?” Jeongguk murmurs against his mouth, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then his jaw, then lower still. “No need to rush. I want to enjoy you.”
Jimin shivers, threading hesitant fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, pulling him closer as if afraid he might stop. The whimpers he lets out every time Jeongguk’s lips brush his throat are high and needy, his whole body straining for more contact.
By the time Jeongguk reaches his collarbone, his patience is hanging by a thread. He pulls back just enough to look at Jimin—at the flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, chest rising and falling in quick bursts—and feels his cock twitch at the sight.
He dives back down, pressing kisses over the golden honey skin. His lips trail lower and lower, leaving kisses everywhere: down his chest, his belly, his navel, until Jeongguk reaches the happy trail sticking out of his pants.
“Baby,” he says hoarsely, thumb dragging over Jimin’s kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Can I take these off you?” His fingers tug gently at the waistband of Jimin’s sweatpants.
Jimin nods quickly, cheeks burning, and lifts his hips just enough to give Jeongguk room. Jeongguk’s hands close around the waistband of the oversized sweatpants, thumbs hooking in as he slides them down slowly, reverently, letting the fabric pool at Jimin’s ankles.
The moment his eyes land on him—his body—he can’t contain it. A sharp gasp rips from his throat.
“Holy shit.”
“What? What’s wrong?” Jimin’s voice rises a pitch, panic spreading across his face.
The sight is totally unexpected. Jeongguk has always known that Jimin is curvy; he could feel it when their bodies pressed together, the give of his hips, the taper of his waist. But seeing it laid bare is different. Now he can see and admire the hourglass figure his boyfriend has. Even on his back, the fat of his ass pushes up from the mattress, obscene and perfect in a way that makes Jeongguk’s vision blur.
Jeongguk has never really seen his ass. Never touched it. He’s been all about respecting his boyfriend’s boundaries, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. On top of that, Jimin always drowns himself in baggy sweats, oversized hoodies, anything that hides the shape of him. Not once in three months has Jeongguk gotten this view.
And now, as he’s staring at the plush curve of Jimin’s ass, full and round, soft and unblemished except for faint stretch marks catching the low light, he feels like he’s dreaming. The soft flesh jiggles slightly when Jimin shifts his weight, and Jeongguk’s cock jerks so violently against his jeans he almost groans aloud.
“W-What?” Jimin asks again; his voice shy and uncertain, his face twisting like he’s already bracing for disappointment.
Jeongguk blinks, chest heaving, and drags his hands over his mouth like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“Your body is fucking perfect, baby,” His voice cracks on the last word, rough with need. He places yet another kiss on Jimin’s flushed cheeks before whispering, “You’re so perfect—so beautiful.”
Jimin’s cheeks burn red at the compliment, eyes flickering away from Jeongguk’s face out of embarrassment.
“No, look at me,” Jeongguk whispers, dragging his thumb to Jimin’s chin until their eyes meet again. Jeongguk plants open kisses all over his face, before allowing his hands to slide down to his waist.
“Can I touch you, baby?” Jeongguk asks, his hands vibrating with the urge to touch. Jimin nods shyly, and once Jeongguk has the consent, his greedy palms cup around the swell of his ass. Despite his shyness, Jimin presses into the touch, lifting his hips so Jeongguk can have better access.
“It’s so fucking fat.” He squeezes, groans, breaking free. His palm can’t even cover the width of it.
“Jeongguk,” Jimin yelps, burying his face in Jeongguk’s shoulder in mortification, “Don’t say it like that,”
“Mmm, and why not? It’s true, baby,” Jeongguk growls, smacking one plush cheek just to feel the ripple under his palm. His eyes go wide, heat coiling in his core.
“Fuck—can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.”
“Didn’t think it was a big deal,” Jimin mumbles into Jeongguk’s neck.
“Oh baby,” Jeongguk breathes, dragging his mouth down Jimin’s throat, “Just need you to know how perfect you are.”
His lips travel lower, wet kisses pressed along Jimin’s collarbones, his chest, down to his stomach. His hands are everywhere; palming Jimin’s thighs, stroking the curve of his hips, spreading him open just to stare.
Jimin’s whines get more desperate the longer Jeongguk kisses and rubs and worships, every nerve sparking to life. By the time Jeongguk noses against his inner thigh, Jimin’s already trembling, tugging at his hair with a breathless, “Kook—please, please do something, I can’t—”
That’s when Jeongguk smirks, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.
“I will, baby. Gonna take my time, make sure you’re open and ready for me.” He reaches for the lube, fingers already slick as he presses the first inside, gentle but steady.
Jimin arches into the stretch with a soft cry, and Jeongguk kisses his knee, his hip, his stomach again, still worshipping his body even as he preps him. It helps distract Jimin from the new sensation of having something inside of him.
He starts at a gentle pace, sliding his finger in and out slowly, giving him a chance to get used to the feeling. God, the sight is dizzying; the way his fingers practically disappear between those fat cheeks, the way he has to spread and hold Jimin open for proper access.
So fucking hot he has to hold back a growl.
It seems Jimin adjusts fast, judging by the way he presses down onto the finger, mouth stretched open in a silent moan. It’s not long until he’s bouncing back onto the single digit; Jeongguk’s dick is rock hard and twitching at how desperate Jimin is getting.
“Another one,” Jimin gasps, grabbing Jeongguk’s wrist as an attempt to pull him in deeper, “feels so good.”
Fuck.
Jimin is impossibly hot.
“Didn’t think you’d be so needy for it.” He rasps, precum leaking from his tip. Jimin whimpers at that, cheeks flushing a dark red.
“Please.” He whines, hands finding his biceps and squeezing lightly.
Jeongguk groans before sliding another finger inside, walls clamping down around him. Discomfort flashes on his features, and Jeongguk can’t help but feel bad even if this is what they both want. The last thing he wants is to hurt Jimin.
“Is that okay? Should I stop?” Jeongguk asks.
“I’m fine, keep going,” Jimin demands breathlessly, eyes wild like he’d go crazy if Jeongguk dared to stop right now.
He slides his fingers in and out, his tight hole squeezing around them with every light thrust. Goosebumps form on his skin as he imagines how it’ll feel around his cock instead. Soft moans fill the air, and Jimin starts rocking himself down on Jeongguk’s hand.
He looks so erotic; eyes glazed over, hips rolling sensually, pretty blush dusting his cheeks, plush bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Jeongguk’s dick twitches from the sight, desperate to be inside him. It’s not long before he adds another, Jimin bouncing desperately onto his hand until he’s begging for cock.
“Please, baby, put it in—“ Jimin whines again and again, fingers digging into Jeongguk’s biceps as he continues to grind down onto his fingers. With a groan, Jeongguk slides them out and lines himself up.
He pushes in slowly, eyes rolling as that tight wet heat wraps around him. It feels even better than he’s ever imagined, and far better around his length than his fingers.
“Oh fuck—you’re so big,” Jimin groans, slight discomfort present in his face, fingernails digging into Jeongguk’s biceps now.
“Are you okay, baby?” Jeongguk asks, gaze meeting Jimin’s and stilling his hips.
“Yes, keep going, please,” He whines, fingers flying to grip the cotton sheets below them.
Jeongguk obeys, sinks in impossibly slow, deep, and deeper until his hips are finally flush against that plump ass, buried to the hilt. They both freeze for a moment, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of this new sensation. Jimin can feel every pulse of Jeongguk’s warm, thick cock inside him; it makes him feel dizzy.
“So full,” He gasps out, eyes fluttering shut.
Fuck. His boyfriend is so hot.
Jeongguk leans forward until his head is resting in the crook of Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his neck, peppering kisses and biting lightly. Jimin moans softly, the sensation distracting him from the stretch.
“Move.”
Jeongguk obliges immediately, so desperate to make his boyfriend feel good. He’s overcome with the need to make this pleasurable for him, to make it everything he's been waiting for. He thrusts his hips in and out slowly, earning a breathy moan.
“Deep—you’re so deep—“ He gasps and his head tips back.
“Fuck Jimin—“ Jeongguk grunts, picking up the pace. He rolls his hips steadily, savoring the way Jimin feels so tight and wet around him.
It’s not long before they find a rhythm; Jimin desperately meets every single thrust that Jeongguk gives him. It’s driving him crazy, the way his body moves so fluidly as if he’s done this before.
“Faster—give it to me—“
Jeongguk has heard Jimin in so many ways—happy, angry, sad. But never like this. Never turned on. He’s never heard the way desperation makes his voice pitch higher, or how it turns soft and breathy, tugging at something deep inside him. It makes him feel raw, almost primal, his movements instinctive, animalistic, desperate.
So then he pulls out halfway, before snapping back in with a sharp thrust that punches the air out of Jimin’s lungs. He arches off the bed with a broken moan, the sound almost instantly lost to Jeongguk’s grunts as he sets a fast rhythm; wet, filthy smacks echo in the room as his heavy balls clap against Jimin’s ass.
“Nngh—Jeongguk—“
Jeongguk’s eyes roll to the back of his head; his name sounds too good rolling off of his boyfriend’s tongue. So breathy, tone dripping with pleasure.
“So good! Feels so good—oh my god,” Jimin pants. Jeongguk’s cock throbs inside of him. He hadn’t expected him to be this vocal, this unable to hold back the words tumbling from his mouth.
He can’t help it; he needs more, deeper. Jeongguk grips his thick thigh and lifts it higher, and the new angle has him sliding in even deeper. They’re both shuddering, every nerve in their bodies lighting up.
Jimin moans prettily, eyes wide and pupils blown. Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate, and they’re on each other in a heartbeat, lips colliding hungrily. His lips are so plump and soft against his own; the taste of cherries is overwhelming his senses again. He loves it—loves the taste of his lips; it drives him to snap his hips harder.
“I’m gonna—oh fuck—“ Jimin moans into his mouth, clenching down so tight around his cock that Jeongguk practically growls.
With another deep thrust, they’re both coming undone. Jimin cries out, his body trembling beneath him as his orgasm rips through him, spurting cum between them. Jeongguk follows right behind, burying himself deep as white-hot pleasure bursts through his veins, filling him to the brim.
His pace slows until he eventually comes to a halt. Jeongguk keeps his arms wrapped around Jimin, letting them both sink into the quiet aftermath. Jimin’s chest rises and falls unevenly, still trembling, and Jeongguk presses his forehead to his, breathing him in.
“You okay?” Jeongguk whispers, voice low and steady.
Jimin nods, cheeks flushed and lips parted.
“Perfect,” His words are small, almost shy, but there’s a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Jeongguk brushes a damp strand of hair from his face and presses a gentle kiss to his temple.
“Good. You did so well,” His fingers trace soothing, lazy patterns down Jimin’s back, grounding him, letting him know he’s safe.
They stay like that, tangled together, letting the tremors fade. He strokes Jimin’s back in slow, soothing circles until his body stills and breathing regulates. It’s quiet until Jimin’s soft, gruff voice breaches the air.
“We should’ve done that a long time ago.”
Jeongguk huffs a soft laugh, pressing a lingering kiss onto his cheek before whispering, “Go to sleep, baby.”
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A beast has been awakened inside Jimin.
A horny, insatiable beast that cannot be tamed.
Ever since they went all the way, Jimin has wanted sex every single day since then. Not that it’s a problem for Jeongguk. He likes that Jimin wants him, likes it a little too much, actually. He’s a little too eager to bend his boyfriend over and make him scream. But there’s only so much one man can take before his body starts rebelling.
Jeongguk barely makes it ten minutes into his show before Jimin shifts, climbing into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The screen disappears behind soft thighs and a familiar pout.
“Jeongguk, please,” Jimin whines, bottom lip pushed out like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Jeongguk sighs, one hand automatically settling on Jimin’s waist anyway. “Baby, I’m watching my show.”
“I don't care," He whines, "I want you.”
Jeongguk lets his head fall back against the couch. “We had sex this morning. And last night. And yesterday afternoon. And the night before that—“
He honestly could keep going. There’s not a day that goes by that they don’t jump each other’s bones.
Jimin blinks at him, genuinely thoughtful for half a second.
“Okay,” he says slowly. “And what does that mean?”
“It means my dick hurts.” He deadpans.
Jimin stares at him before bursting into a fit of giggles, collapsing forward until his forehead bumps against Jeongguk’s shoulder. The sound is bright and unrestrained, and Jeongguk hates how fast it makes him smile.
Such a pretty sound from the most beautiful man he’s ever met.
“Just the tip?” Jimin asks when he finally looks back up, batting his eyelashes and laying the innocence on thick. It does absolutely nothing for his case.
Jeongguk snorts, “You’re ridiculous.”
Jimin hums, clearly pleased, fingers curling into Jeongguk’s shirt with a mischievous smirk like he knows how this will end.
“You’ll give me what I want anyway.”
“Not this time.” Jeongguk tightens his hold on Jimin’s waist, jaw setting as he forces himself to meet that smug little smile.
“Mmm, we’ll see about that.”
And sure enough, ten minutes later, Jeongguk has his bare back pressed into the leather of the couch, and Jimin on top of him, plush ass rubbing against his dick so fucking good that his brain turned off long ago. Their clothes have formed a mountain on the floor, a lube bottle scattered next to it, the room filled with breathless gasps and soft moans.
Jimin braces both hands against Jeongguk’s chest, panting hard as he starts to move.
Up. Down. Up—fuck. He sinks all the way back down, and just watching the drag of his own cock inside his boyfriend makes his vision blur.
His thighs are already shaking, eyes rolled back in pleasure already, fingernails digging into his pecs. Jeongguk’s fingers dig bruises into the softness of his ass, guiding him into a faster rhythm; harder, deeper.
“Come on,” Jeongguk grunts, voice low and wrecked. “Bounce that ass, baby.”
Jimin lets out a broken whine, hips moving quicker now, cheeks slapping loudly against Jeongguk’s hips with every thrust down.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The sound is obscene, echoing in the living room; the most beautiful sound Jeongguk has ever heard. Jeongguk’s eyes are locked on where their bodies meet—watching his thick cock disappear into Jimin again and again as that perfect ass bounces, jiggles, fucking takes it. He takes it so well every single time, and it drives him crazy.
“Fucking hell—just like that,” Jeongguk growls, head tipping back, mouth open. “Such a fucking slut, can’t go a day without my cock.”
Jimin sobs, rolling his hips in tight circles between each bounce. “I can’t—fuck, I’m so close, baby, please—”
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?”
“Yes—yes fuck—”
Jeongguk smacks his ass hard, and knows it'll add to the marks already there; the bruises from last night, and the night before, and the night before that—
Jimin moans, grip tightening before pleading, “Again—do it again—“
“Fuck—I love this ass—shit—“ He smacks it again, harder this time, earning a loud moan in return. Jeongguk grips his ass tight and pushes his legs up higher; it makes it easier to pound up into him hard and fast, the new angle making Jimin cry out with pleasure.
“Oh yes, right there Jeongguk—nngh—“ His back arches, head tossed back into the air as Jeongguk’s hips piston into him.
He slams in harder, faster, the clapping sound of skin on skin growing louder, his balls slapping against Jimin’s plush ass—his moans growing louder and louder. Jeongguk’s cock hits deep, bottoming out again and again, and then he curses, hands tightening around his slim waist as he moves even faster. He groans, thick and primal, as he spills deep inside him, head tossed back, his whole body shuddering with it.
Jimin keeps fucking back onto Jeongguk’s cock, desperate, chasing his own high—until his back arches and he cums hard, shaking, the heat of Jeongguk’s release dripping down his thighs.
He collapses onto Jeongguk’s chest, trembling and gasping. Jeongguk’s hands smooth down the swell of his ass, breath warm against his temple.
“Okay,” he pants, dropping his head back against the cushions, “my dick is officially out of commission.”
“We’ll see about that,” Jimin giggles weakly—more a warm puff of air against Jeongguk’s chest than a real laugh. He looks boneless and glowing and entirely too pleased with himself.
Jeongguk huffs, brushing damp hair away from Jimin’s forehead. Absolutely insatiable.
But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He leans down, pressing a slow kiss to those pretty, swollen lips, softer this time, warm and steady.
“C’mon,” Jeongguk murmurs against his mouth, thumb stroking lazily over Jimin’s hip. “Let’s go clean you up, baby.”
Jimin hums in agreement but doesn’t budge, arms tightening around Jeongguk’s neck like he’s never going to move.
“And you’ll cook dinner after?” he asks, voice small and spoiled and completely serious.
Jeongguk laughs under his breath, shaking his head as he presses another kiss to his cheek.
“Anything for you.”