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jeongguk can't stop thinking about it.
jeongguk knows he and jimin have a fantastic sex life, although limited in exploration of kinks or positions, mainly sticking to their routine missionary sex with plenty of sweet kisses and murmurs of sweet nothings, but they love each other and just having jimin in his life like he gets to is a blessing in itself. his hyung is the sweetest and most caring person he knows and he treats jeongguk like something precious, like something to be cherished and it makes his heart swell. he loves being showered with attention by jimin, always feels like their relationship is a priority to him with the way jimin is dedicated to being vulnerable emotionally and physically.
yet, jeongguk feels this perverted itch under his skin every time he sees jimin being his usual innocent, happy self whether he’s dancing, singing, or playing with other members. it stays resting under his skin, gradually intensifying when jeongguk is alone with him. he’s just so beautiful, naive, and gentle. it doesn’t help that jimin’s body is everything he could want with his round, perky ass, trim thighs and waist, beautiful mocha eyes and pillowy lips. it makes him want to devour him that much more, tease him and fuck him like he never has gotten the chance to, desperate to see how jimin would react to it all.
that’s why jeongguk can’t stop thinking about it, fantasizing about it, his mind conjuring up the lewd images he can’t resist replaying over and over again.
he can’t stop thinking about wrapping his hands around jimin's delicate throat while he pounds him into the bed, squeezing until his pretty brown eyes turn watery and frantic at his grip.
can’t stop thinking about fucking jimin with his hands tied with a pretty bow behind his back, his perky ass up and face down, mouth gagged with his panties.
can’t stop thinking about having jimin, still exhausted and with his muscles aching from their gym workout an hour before, ride his cock until he’s begging, weeping, pleading jeongguk to let him rest because his thighs burn, his legs hurt, his hole aches, already having come untouched twice, but being forced to keep riding his cock like a good little boy until jeongguk allows him to stop.
can’t stop thinking about having their normal movie date night, alone and in bed with the lights off, and whispering in jimin’s ear telling him how sexy he is, how he makes jeongguk want to go fucking crazy as he rips off jimin’s clothes, starts rubbing his cute little nipples while sucking hotly on his neck, and then fucking into jimin slow, hard, and deep until jimin’s desperately begging to come, begging him to go faster, to touch his little cock that’s leaking and wanting.
can’t stop thinking about kissing down jimin’s back, right over his tattoo trail of moon phases before licking over his rim, a feathery touch, and after enough teasing, driving his tongue into jimin’s hole so thoroughly that spit is running down his chin and his jaw is aching from the effort. can’t stop dreaming about jimin’s choked sobs he would hear and the feeling of jimin’s hand he would have in jeongguk’s hair to keep him right there.
can’t stop thinking about him and jimin being the last ones in the dance practice rooms, jeongguk fucking jimin up against the mirrors, his strong hand gripped in jimin’s hair forcing him to watch jeongguk splitting him open on his cock. can’t stop thinking about watching jimin’s spit-slick lips forced open on high-pitched moans and gasps, jeongguk thrusting into him so violently, so wildly, that jimin’s hands keep slipping on the mirror in front of them until he’s forced to rely on him to hold him up.
can’t stop thinking about making jimin touch himself in front of him, wants to watch him run his cute little hands over the taut muscles of his stomach, wants to watch as he plays with his cock and observe how he teases his hole, biting his plump bottom lip with that damned crooked tooth that’s too fucking cute, as he starts fingering himself for jeongguk with that falsely shy demeanor, and letting out little whimpers as he watches longingly at jeongguk starting to fist his cock at the sight. can’t stop thinking about swatting jimin’s hand away because his fingers are pathetically short and can’t reach the way his can before thrusting three long fingers into him, crooking in on every thrust and hitting his prostate so deliciously that jimin can’t do anything but writhe and babble incoherently over the pleasure.
can’t stop thinking about jimin, completely naked, on his knees for him, looking up at a completely clothed jeongguk with those big brown eyes that make him go weak at the knees. can’t stop thinking about jimin's flushed cheeks as he takes his cock out of his pants, his kissed red lips parted while jeongguk feeds his cock into his mouth. can’t stop thinking about how obscene jimin would look sucking his cock all the way down, his lips stretched wide around his girth and how he would take every inch, try his hardest not to gag, spit and snot dribbling down his face if it meant jeongguk would pat his head at the end with a “good little cock slut” before swallowing a mouth full of cum.
he’s not sure if he should feel guilty over these thoughts he has had about jimin. jimin has seemed satisfied with the state of their sex life, and jeongguk is too, but his blinding attraction to having jimin any conceivable way, especially in the naughtiest of ways, gives him an adrenaline rush and raging hard-on he can no longer ignore.
it all comes to a head one day when jimin and jeongguk are on the couch in their apartment cuddling. his arm is draped over jimin’s small shoulders, their thighs pressed together with a recent episode of one of the k-dramas they watch playing in the background.
“baby,” he whispers, trying to capture jimin’s attention that’s currently focused on playing a game on his phone, his cute lips having formed a beak due to his concentration.
jimin hums in response, eyes still glued to his phone screen.
“baby, we’re alone.”
he kisses the side of his neck, feather-light, trailing up to his ear before taking jimin’s ear lobe between his teeth. he giggles at the sensation, nudging jeongguk away with a soft elbow.
“jeongukkie, that tickles!”
he puts his phone aside and turns towards jeongguk, smiling adorably, his cheeks a pretty blush of pink. it’s too easy to get jimin flustered. he never has to try very hard.
“my little baby needs attention?” jimin inquires, pecking him on the lips.
“not a baby anymore,” jeongguk murmurs, placing his hand on the side of jimin’s neck and rubbing their noses together before adding, “you weren’t calling me that last time i was fucking you.”
jimin gawks at his boldness.
“what were you calling me, huh?”
he smiles mischievously, kissing jimin on the mouth a little harder. he pulls back an inch, his gaze flickering between jimin’s hesitant eyes and reddening lips.
jimin bends forward to hide from the scrutinizing gaze, whining against jeongguk’s collarbone.
“don’t make me say it, it was an accident. it’s embarrassing.”
“it’s not embarrassing. i think you sound so fucking sexy when you say it, baby.”
jimin peeks up at him.
“really?”
as a rebuttal, jeongguk starts languidly kissing him, more passionate by the minute, their lips opening and wet tongues sliding together. but it’s not enough. not anymore.
jeongguk wants to ravish him, take him apart and have him all for himself. wants to show him what he can do, how he can really make him feel, wants to push jimin to completely surrender to him and let jeongguk take.
“yes, baby,” jeongguk pushes jimin back against the soft couch so he’s laying down on his back with him on top. “wanna hear you say it.”
jimin's eyes dart over jeongguk’s face, assessing his features like he can’t tell if he’s serious or not. when he doesn’t add anything, jimin gives in.
he cups jeongguk’s face with both of his hands, looks deep into his eyes before breathing out, “want you to touch me, hyung .”
jeongguk lets out a muttered curse before lunging forward and capturing jimin’s lips in a bruising kiss, his hands flying down to his petite waist. when he starts grinding against the growing erection in jimin’s sweatpants, his hands move to wrap around his thighs, hitching them up around his own waist.
“everything you do turns me on.” jeongguk begins hoarsely, placing open-mouthed kisses down his neck, sending shudders of arousal down jimin’s spine as he arches into his needy mouth and the increasing friction between their groins. “it’s like i can’t get enough of you, baby. wanna kiss you all the time, fuck you all the time.”
“jeongguk…” jimin blushes, his hand lightly slapping his pec through his shirt.
jeongguk leans in again, marvels at his flushed cheeks and starry eyes. jimin’s breaths are short, his chest rising and falling due to the close proximity and provocative words.
“i can’t hold back anymore.” he whispers.
jimin bites his lower lip. “who asked you to?”
a hand around curls around his throat, whimpering at jeongguk’s tight grip before he’s suddenly releasing the pressure. keeping their straining erections pressed together, jimin notices the furrow between jeongguk’s eyebrows and the way he licks his lips hastily before speaking.
“be careful what you wish for, little one.”
jeongguk rises slowly, knees still planted between his thighs. he refuses to look anywhere else but jimin's trembling form, no doubt from his direct, lustful gaze and unpredictable movements.
he pulls his shirt off, throwing it aside and assessing jimin’s interested reaction; his bambi eyes drinking in the view of his naked chest never fails to charm jeongguk.
“what should i do with you first?” he prompts, his hands unbuckling his belt.
jimin feels his mouth go dry at the sight of his toned pecs and chiseled abs leading down to his happy trail, swallowing thickly at the way the silver chain around jeongguk’s neck swings with his movements. he observes the flexing muscles of his arms as he pulls his belt from its loops and it falls to the floor with a clatter. excitement bubbles in his chest.
“get me naked first. please, hyung?”
“oh, i get a please? so polite.” jeongguk chuckles, standing to step out of his own pants and boxers before kicking them aside to join his shirt.
“i’m a good boy. good boys are polite.” jimin nods in assurance and starts making grabby hands when the entirety of his bare skin and erect cock are revealed.
“that they are,” he agrees, grabbing the waistband of jimin’s sweatpants and yanking them off in one motion. he can’t say he’s surprised to find that jimin had decided to go commando today, his small cock pink and fat against his thigh. looking up, he finds jimin’s shy but cheeky grin.
jeongguk shakes his head in amusement, leaning over to swiftly remove jimin’s t-shirt before rejoining him on the roomy sofa, pressing their naked bodies together. he moves one of jimin’s legs back around his waist to softly cup one of his ass cheeks and effectively line their cocks up together. being this close to jimin is like a drug, an addiction he never wants treatment for.
jimin makes a shy noise, akin to a whimper, before connecting their lips in a soft kiss. jeongguk hums as he returns the kiss and starts sucking at his plump bottom lip, his other hand moving the stray strands of jimin’s dark hair out of his face and brushing it behind his ear.
“you look so gorgeous like this, naked and blushing. makes me want to ruin you.”
he nips along his jawline, jimin's hand coming up to thread through jeongguk’s short hair.
“you can do anything you want to me,'' jimin offers.
he starts rolling his hips up against jeongguk’s, his face heating up and heart pumping at the invigorating friction. he can feel himself melting fully into his boyfriend's embrace, melting at the way he’s laving his tongue over the sensitive skin of his neck and the way his hips are responding in kind to jimin’s gentle rolls against his. his skin prickles with goosebumps as jeongguk breathes hotly over his ear, dragging his smooth lips over the shell.
“you belong to me.”
their noses brush softly, gazes locking. the grip jeongguk’s hand has on jimin’s ass turns into a squeeze, fingers digging into the delicious fat.
jimin hums, his little hands pawing at jeongguk’s lower back. he wants more.
but jeongguk has other things on his mind. he slaps the side of jimin’s thigh for his lack of response, pressing their foreheads together and growling through clenched teeth.
“say it.”
jimin jolts from the stinging contact and jeongguk's surprising, domineering tone. he blushes harder.
“i-i belong to you, baby," he answers, "always have, always will.”
“that’s right.”
jeongguk presses his cock against jimin’s again, their naked skin slick with sweat making the hurried roll of their hips easier. jimin can't stop panting, his hands still trying to keep a hold on jeongguk’s lower back, the friction of their bodies against one another too good. his mind has become fuzzy, clouded with want and the searing thrum of heat under his skin makes him feel like his heart could beat out of his chest. jeongguk still has their foreheads pressed together, releasing short grunts from the strenuous movements.
“kiss me. please,” jimin breathes.
jeongguk isn't going to refuse. he surges forward, kisses jimin tenderly with the goal of communicating all of his desire and devotion for him, their lips smacking and meeting again with the craze of their lust and passion that’s reserved only for each other. the hand jeongguk has on jimin’s thigh raises to cup the side of his throat, controlling the movements of their kiss, transforming from hurried and wet to slow, long presses of their lips. their harsh breathing echoes in the room, the k-drama playing in the background not even registering to their ears due to their rapt attention on one another, feeling each other in the present moment and not wanting to focus on anything else.
“wanna suck you off, wanna make you feel good," jimin mumbles against his lips, his hand reaching between them and stroking jeongguk’s cock in a fluid up-and-down motion, twisting his palm around the leaking head. even though pleasure shoots down his spine, the glide is too dry for his taste. he needs more.
jeongguk moans, kissing along the junction of jimin’s neck and sucking along his collarbones.
“yeah? wanna show hyung how well you can take his cock down your throat?”
“please, hyung. i’ll be good, i promise.”
“know you will, baby.”
jeongguk lifts himself off of jimin with one last peck to his soft lips before moving to position his knees on either side of jimin’s shoulders, nearly sitting on his chest, jeongguk’s large frame towering above his smaller one. he pumps his leaking cock over jimin’s eager face, his mouth already opening obscenely as eyes his boyfriend’s impressive erection.
“want it in my mouth, please.”
jimin sticks his tongue out.
that has jeongguk wanting to push his entire length in jimin’s mouth, wants to watch jimin’s eyes bulge and water from the sudden intrusion as he fucks his mouth with no regard for his comfort. patience, jeongguk reminds himself.
he grabs himself by the base of his cock, cockhead swiping sparingly along the extended length of jimin’s warm tongue. jimin hums, squirming with the impatient need to suck his boyfriend’s cock now. jimin feels ready to go, like his body will burst if he can’t get his mouth on him this second. jeongguk presses the crown of the head down, his hips jerking forward from feeling the smooth, velvety slide of his tongue resting under his cock.
jimin’s heavy-lidded gaze and plump lips makes jeongguk swear. he starts tapping the head of his cock on his tongue, producing wet smacking sounds on each impact, the lewd splash of his precome flying over the entirety of jimin’s tongue.
“tastes so good.” jimin garbles, his voice distorted by the way his tongue is out. he can taste jeongguk’s precome flooding his taste buds, overcome by a deep sense of satisfaction, blood rushing to his cock having his boyfriend turned on by him.
jeongguk cards his fingers through jimin’s dark locks with his other hand, the one on his cock still tapping and swiping the head over his tongue, along his lips provocatively.
“want more?” jeongguk teases, now slapping his cock fully on jimin's reddened cheeks. jimin eagerly follows after, trying to catch the head again. jeongguk doesn't allow it.
“please, hyung, need it," jimin whines desperately.
“open wide.”
jimin obeys, opening his mouth wider and straining to stick his tongue out further. jeongguk swiftly enters the wet heat of jimin’s mouth until it's half way in, his grip on jimin’s hair tightening its hold to keep him in place.
jimin wraps his swollen lips around the head, tongue dancing on the underside of his cock. his eyes never leave jeongguk, too afraid to miss any reactions. he rests his hands on the tops of jeongguk’s powerful thighs to ground himself before taking more of his cock into his mouth.
jeongguk groans, slowly moving his hips forward into the tight heat of jimin’s mouth, his cock disappearing further down his throat every time. jimin gurgles around him, bobbing his head up and down to try and match his motions, and hollowing his cheeks. spit gathers in his mouth, oozing out from the sides of his lips and running down his chin, making the slide of jeongguk’s cock easier. blood buzzes in his ears, the pleasure of jimin’s wicked tongue swirling around the head of his cock and dipping into the slit sending him into a heated frenzy. he needs control back so he doesn’t come too quickly.
he holds jimin’s head in place before pushing forward, his cock almost entirely engulfed in jimin’s mouth. he sputters, eyes stinging and blurring from the sudden push of his boyfriend’s massive cock forcing its way down his throat. jimin’s lips stretch wide around its girth, thicker at the base, his eyelashes quickly collecting tears that threaten to fall. it's erotic, the image of jimin’s mouth forced wide by his cock. liquid heat pools in jeongguk’s abdomen, the hot pleasure of his satin mouth feeling almost blistering. his nerves are set on edge.
“you’re mine, mine to use, mine to fuck, right? let me use whatever hole of yours i want, whenever and wherever.”
jimin moans deep in his throat in agreement, his teary brown eyes pleading with jeongguk to keep going, the vibrations and sounds around jeongguk’s cock overwhelming him. he swallows around him, throat spasming with the effort.
blood rushes straight to jimin’s neglected cock, precome leaking profusely from the tip and running off on his tummy. he’s never heard jeongguk talk like this, especially during sex. jimin has been accustomed to their routine of gentle touches and kisses that always led to satisfying, intimate sex. sometimes jeongguk would throw in a teasing comment to get him hot and needy when they would have occasional quickies in dressing rooms but that was few and far between nowadays. although, with this new side of him being revealed, jimin finds himself craving more, more of his rough touches and demanding words, coaxing him to showcase his vulnerable and desperate side, eager to explore whatever jeongguk can pull out of him.
“look so gorgeous with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
jeongguk's hips rock faster, jimin breathing harshly through his nose from the onslaught of thrusts hitting the back of his throat. each one has his throat constricting, spurring on jeongguk's wild movements. jimin clutches the tops of jeongguk’s thighs to keep himself present, his jaw aching from being stretched so wide and he can feel tears now rolling down his cheeks, but he promised to be good. he is good.
jimin’s face is a mess of tears and runny snot, his dark, wet lashes fluttering with every one of jeongguk’s fervent thrusts. he feels drunk on the power he has over jimin, completely at his mercy and his pace in this position. his squirming and small gagging noises only satiate a small portion of the hunger he feels towards ruining his tiny boyfriend underneath him. this hunger is starting to feel insatiable.
jimin is breathless and dazed by the time jeongguk pulls out of his mouth, a single strand of saliva connecting his lips to his cock.
jeongguk’s thumb gently caresses over the fat swell of his lips, rubbing traces of spit around them before placing his thumb entirely into jimin’s mouth. jimin whines, sucking around it before kissing the pad of his thumb, his breaths still uneven as he tries to recover from getting his mouth fucked. his throat feels abused but he can’t help but succumb to the praise jeongguk has given him, the need to pleasure him pacified from having taken it so well.
“want to fuck you so bad.”
jeongguk returns to his position between jimin’s legs, pressing close, his body heat blazing and reminding jimin of the awful ache of his sensitive cock instantly. jeongguk starts licking over his dark nipples, hard and peaking from the cold air of the room compared to the hot blood running through their veins. jimin whimpers louder when he feels jeongguk teasing his nipples with small licks and bites, two strong fingers tweaking the nipple he’s not currently abusing with his mouth.
“want you to fuck me, want to feel you filling me up.” he heaves, arching his back into the way jeongguk is toying with the increasingly sensitive buds.
“yeah? is it because you know i’m the only one who knows how to fuck you, will always be the only one who can give it to you the way you need it?”
jimin’s breath hitches. “fuck, yes, jeongguk. please.”
“need to prep you first, baby.”
he moves his hand between jimin’s legs, fingers skimming over his untouched cock and chuckling at the desperate buck of his hips from the miniscule amount of attention. he traces the pucker of his small hole with the two fingers, pressing slightly to test the give of it.
“you like it when i touch you here?”
“yes, please, hyung. love the way you touch me.”
jeongguk smiles, the two fingers rising and resting patiently on jimin’s lips.
“open.”
he parts his lips, and lets jeongguk’s fingers caress his tongue, gathering spit. he slobbers over them, coating them with enough saliva to spread over his hole. his fingers retreat, returning to their place at jimin’s hole. jeongguk moves down the length of his frame, stopping until he’s at eye level with jimin’s erection, a painful shade of red and his small, winking opening. jeongguk licks his lips at the sight of jimin spread out for him, sweaty and pink-cheeked, teeth digging into his plump bottom lip, and at his little hands above his head, gripping the armrest of the couch. jimin has the most adorable furrow between his brows as he waits.
jeongguk rubs the saliva he collected over jimin’s entrance in little, teasing circles that have him shaking and mewling, pressing his hips down into the stimulation. he takes his time kissing over jimin’s hip bones, one of his fingers pressing to inch in bit by bit.
jimin whimpers at the sensation, his spit barely helping the initial insertion of his finger. yet, he finds himself pushing back against the finger resting inside his hole, hungry for more, wanting it deeper, not caring if it hurts.
one of jimin’s palms leaves the armrest to rest on the back of jeongguk’s head as he begins to draw his finger in and out of jimin gently, his honeyed lips kissing closer and closer to jimin’s cock. after getting him familiar with one finger, jeongguk spits directly on his hole, pushing in two fingers alongside each other, twisting and pressing deeper. jimin gasps, his eyes fluttering shut, his hole clenching around the digits on every satisfying twisting and scissoring motion.
when he feels lips wrap around the head of his cock, he nearly falls apart right there.
“ah!” jimin moans, relieved at his cock finally receiving more attention. his cock had felt almost numb from the neglect.
jeongguk continues fingering him, thrusting his two fingers in time with the bobs of his head up and down his small cock. the wet heat of jeongguk’s mouth and tongue has his arousal becoming unbearable. jimin urges himself to relax and enjoy it, but jeongguk’s fingers are skimming over his prostate on every thrust inside, throwing him off kilter.
it has him on edge, his fragile body jumping at the intense stimulation even though it only takes the smallest brush of his fingers. he’s always been this sensitive. he can’t help it, but jeongguk weaponizes it every now and then when he wants jimin compliant and desperate.
“does this feel okay, baby?”
jeongguk’s smug grin doesn’t deter him from begging.
“yes, p-please, more!”
jeongguk licks tortuously at his frenulum, one hand wrapped snugly around the base while scissoring his fingers, stretching him wider and wider. jimin’s about to break, he can feel it, his sense of reality threatening to shatter only to this. the need for jeongguk to finally fuck him is consuming him, possessing his mind and body with the intrusive thoughts of jeongguk’s cock filling him out. he knows he can’t feel complete without it. jimin whines loudly, a broken sound that has jeongguk retreating.
he leaves short, tender kisses up jimin’s body on his path to his face, stopping to nuzzle their noses together sweetly.
“gotta grab the lube, i’ll be right back to fuck you how you need it, okay baby?”
jeongguk is acutely aware of how much he can push jimin and he is thankful that he doesn’t even have to say the words for jeongguk to understand what he wants.
he hums, kissing jeongguk quickly before watching the younger walk towards their bedroom. jimin smiles at his retreating figure and his shapely, little ass. it’s a comforting thing, the way jeongguk still tries to reassure him about his every move when he's this needy.
he doesn't have to wait but a few more seconds before jeongguk is walking back, his hard cock bobbing along with him. his mouth waters at the notion that he’ll soon be putting it to use.
jeongguk positions himself between jimin’s thighs, lifting one leg and propping it up on one of his shoulders. taking the lube from the side of the couch, jeongguk begins to coat his erection with it, adding a small amount around jimin’s hole for good measure, before leaning down to be face-to-face with jimin. he stretches the leg jimin has over his shoulder as he lines his cock with jimin’s entrance, their breaths exhaling shakily.
“need you inside me.”
the itch under jeongguk’s skin intensifies, propelling his body forward, his cock breaching past his tight entrance. at this angle, his length easily slides deeper, quicker, jimin drowning in its intensity along with the searing stretch of his hole adjusting and molding itself. it feels like jimin’s guts are being rearranged, the intrusion making his body simultaneously want to succumb to the pleasure but writhe away from the initial underlying pain.
he can feel jeongguk’s cock twitch, his mouth open and gasping from the fullness, how he's sheathed entirely within him. throwing his head back and grunting, jeongguk pulls out halfway, sweat dripping from his forehead, and pushes forward again, plunging deeper.
“fuck, yes,” jimin rasps, hands gripping jeongguk’s forearms.
“shit, baby, you feel so good wrapped around me. made for my cock.”
“just for y-you, jeongguk.”
jeongguk feels ready to burst out of skin, one hand clutching jimin’s thigh on his chest, the other wrapping around jimin’s dainty, porcelain neck, as he thrusts.
something dark unravels in his chest, his only priority narrowing down to claiming and owning jimin. it’s like his hips are moving for him, unadulterated lust and hunger possessing his movements. he can hear the raunchy sounds of their skin slapping with every thrust he delivers. the hazy and disoriented look in jimin’s eyes spurs him on and he grips jimin’s thigh tighter, bending his leg back to fuck in deeper.
“o-oh,” jimin shudders in disbelief, eyes rolling back, “so fucking - it’s so fucking good.”
a steady stream of wanton moans flows from jimin’s mouth, jeongguk fucking into him so intensely but still moving his hips so fluidly. the delicious pressure against his prostate has heady pleasure igniting throughout his body. he feels like he’s being permanently altered by the way he drives inside, taking him apart only to piece him back together. the feeling of jeongguk’s hands on him has his nerves on fire, his mind slowly dissolving into a puddle of nothing but liquid desire. his hand reaches between them on autopilot, needing to touch where they're joined, his fingers tracing the stretched rim of his hole where his cock steadily moves in and out.
“love it - love the way you fuck me.” he confesses, his body being jostled with the striking power of jeongguk’s thrusts.
one of jimin’s hands travels to the hold around his neck, resting loosely around his wrist as a comfort that he really is jeongguk’s, never meant for anyone or anything else.
“wanna keep you on my cock forever, need to have you like this, be with you like this.”
when he kisses the palm of his hand, jeongguk responds with a rumbling growl in his throat. something has snapped, jeongguk intoxicated with the feelings jimin stirs up inside him. without warning, he takes both of jimin’s legs and wraps them around his waist, jimin’s pelvis still elevated at an angle that when he starts frantically pounding into him, he’s hitting jimin’s prostate head-on. jimin yelps, gripping the solid muscle of his back as he keeps pounding into him, cock swiftly moving in and out in an animalistic fashion.
jimin tries to gather his bearings but jeongguk seems intent on tilting his world off its axis, fucking him so thoroughly it has him trembling, moaning unabashedly. the springs within the couch creak loudly with every rough movement, rattling off the walls, the couch sliding along the floor.
jeongguk starts aiming his thrusts callously, his momentum edging him to the brink of his sanity.
“just like that baby, — fu-fuck, don’t stop!”
“you like how i’m splitting you open?”
“feels so good, feels so good,” jimin chants, eyes blurring with tears, and lightheaded from the pleasure. his core tightens with the precision of his deep thrusts to his prostate, the pressure building bordering on pain, but the stimulation to his sweet spot too mind-numbingly good.
jeongguk’s fingers are back at his mouth and jimin gladly lets them enter, moaning and sucking around two of them. he loves how being filled by his cock and fingers. jeongguk swears at the debauched display underneath him, his little hands gripping jeongguk’s wrist, guiding and working his fingers into his mouth to play with. jimin’s dark lips are wet with spit, pupils dilated and shameless. he loves this, high on lust and thrill. he removes his fingers to place them back around jimin’s neck loosely, their foreheads pressed together.
they’re panting into each other’s mouths at this point, unable to kiss properly, bodies charged with the need to come but also trying to savor the intense, carnal pleasure unfolding between them, leading them to their orgasms.
“i love you so much, so much baby. i’ve never w-wanted anyone as much as i want you.” jeongguk heaves, cock unrelenting in its continuous drilling into jimin’s spasming hole. the way jimin’s walls massage and tighten around him has jeongguk obsessed, his body threatening to give out on him as the sensation consumes him.
“love you too, baby,” jimin breathes.
jeongguk abruptly hauls him along as he stands from the couch, their chests pressed together, his cock remaining buried inside. instinctively, jimin wraps his legs around jeongguk’s slim waist and hooks his arms around his neck as he holds him by the mounds of his ass cheeks.
jimin barely has time to question what he's doing before jeongguk raises him off his cock only to sink back into him, his cock entering at a speed and depth jimin could never prepare for.
“oh, fuck!”
jeongguk’s arms are straining from their previous efforts, hands guiding jimin quickly up and down his cock with what little burst of energy he has left. mouth wide open, high staccato moans spill out as jeongguk pummels into him, balls slapping loudly against his ass. he's grunting with the effort but his need to come and have jimin meet his climax has him powering through.
“so b-big, s-so strong, fuck.”
when jeongguk starts harshly grinding into him every time he slides home, jimin yelps, his body trembling from his prostate being stimulated causing his walls to contract with a vice grip. the fire in his belly is ready to explode, his nerves unable to handle any more of the riveting pleasure delivered with every erratic thrust, every tortuous grind.
jimin’s muscles lock up all at once, the fire in his belly releasing, flooding his body, convulsing, and head pounding in his ears from his orgasm ripping through him. he sobs as electrifying sparks of pleasure run down his spine to the very end of his fingertips, his cock twitching and releasing thick, white spurts of his come. he can barely breathe, tremors still wracking his body. after a few moments, jimin goes limp in jeongguk’s arms, having succumbed to his orgasm.
“so fucking beautiful,” jeongguk heaves, the rhythm of his thrusts turning desperate and reckless, jostling jimin’s body on his cock like a rag doll as he searches for his impending release.
“made me f-feel so good,” jimin breathes, still dazed from his orgasm.
jeongguk’s cock twitches at jimin clenching down onto him, and he can feel his orgasm right there.
he turns them around and places jimin up against the nearest wall, groaning loudly, fucking up into him so fast it’s a blur, his orgasm creeping up and taking over him. he thrusts inside, deep, kissing jimin filthily, teeth knocking and tongues twisting, as his cock spills into him, another hoarse groan catching in his throat. his cock throbs and pulses as his orgasm unravels, his legs shaking from the pleasure. jeongguk resorts to slowly thrusting, his come spilling out from the sides of his cock each time he presses inside jimin’s hole to ride out the small shockwaves still coursing through him. jimin sighs against his lips, whining as jeongguk presses inside his sensitive hole but not wanting him to pull out just yet.
jeongguk kisses him slowly and tenderly, keeping their bodies fused together.
“mmh,” jimin moans, teasing their noses together. “can we do that again?”
jeongguk can only giggle in response, sated and happy.