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Jimin’s head perks up from where he’s sitting on the couch in the living room, nose deep in a new book that Namjoon recommended to him the other day, as he hears the front door unlock and open with an annoying squeak that he keeps forgetting to address. He immediately slips his favourite bookmark, a strip of leather inscribed with the letters JK x JM in a simple serif font, onto the page he was on, closing the book and placing it on the coffee table. He bounds over to the entryway of the apartment, wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck and inhaling the strong scent of his cologne, kissing him sweetly on his lips.
“Hi darling,” Jeongguk grins down at Jimin. “You had a good day today?”
“The best,” Jimin beams, helping Jeongguk pull off his blazer. “The kids surprised me with a card for Teachers’ Day—it’s the cutest thing ever, I’ll show you later.”
“Sounds adorable,” Jeongguk chuckles, kneeling to unlace his shoes.
“And how was your day? Everything at the office okay?” Jimin asks, ruffling Jeongguk’s waxed up hair, smiling wide as Jeongguk stands at huffs at the strands that have fallen into his eyes.
“Started off great this morning,” Jeongguk smirks and Jimin rolls his eyes, matching memories of Jimin getting fucked over the kitchen counter flying through their minds. “It was a fairly uneventful afternoon, but I guess that’s better than having something crazy happen.”
“That’s true,” Jimin nods in agreement, tugging on Jeongguk’s tie to loosen it. “Well, your day’s about to end on a high note.”
“Why?” Jeongguk wiggles his brows. “Do I get to fuck you again?”
“No, that’s not it, you horndog,” Jimin laughs and almost trips over his own feet, but Jeongguk catches him with sturdy arms, earning him a grateful smile. “I made kimchi jjigae for dinner tonight with the batch your mother gave us last week. It should still be warm now.”
“Oh fuck, I love you,” Jeongguk breathes, releasing Jimin to rush to the kitchen.
Jimin follows him, shaking his head fondly, and watches as Jeongguk scoops two heaping portions into matching bowls, nearly splashing the soup on his white shirt with his enthusiasm. Jimin retrieves another two bowls from the cupboard that Jeongguk forgot to close, a habit that Jimin often nags him about. He searches through the drawer that usually holds their rice paddle, but eventually finds it on their drying rack instead.
After scooping them two portions of rice, a slightly larger one for Jeongguk, he closes the rice cooker and carries the bowls to the breakfast table they eat at, their formal dining room saved for guests or special occasions. Jeongguk is already sitting there, eagerly waiting with chopsticks and a spoon in his grip, the same set laying next to Jimin’s kimchi jjigae. The moment Jimin’s butt touches the soft cushion of the chair, Jeongguk grabs his rice bowl and dives in, not forgetting to say a quick, “Thank you for the meal,” before doing so.
At first, Jimin doesn’t touch his food, simply watching with a goofy grin on his face as his lover wolfs down the stew, letting out little noises of satisfaction with each bite. His lack of movement doesn’t go unnoticed, and Jeongguk pauses his feast to cock his head cutely at Jimin.
“Why aren’t you eating, baby?”
“I love it when you love my cooking,” Jimin smiles, finally digging in.
“Your cooking is very easy to love,” Jeongguk says, a bit of soup on his cheek that Jimin reaches over the table to wipe away with a napkin.
The rest of the meal is spent in a similar fashion, conversation flowing so naturally between the couple. Jimin tells Jeongguk about the book he’s been reading and he listens intently, Jimin doing the same when Jeongguk fills him in on his company’s new policies. When they’re done eating, both having helped themselves to a second bowl, Jimin doesn’t protest when Jeongguk offers to wash the dishes.
“You’re acting weird,” Jeongguk narrows his eyes suspiciously. “You always insist on doing the dishes at least once before letting me do it.”
“Let’s just say I have a surprise for you tonight,” Jimin winks, leaving Jeongguk to ponder what it could be.
Jimin heads to their ensuite bathroom and quickly scrubs every crevice of himself clean, before donning the lingerie he bought on a whim a couple days ago. It’s a white set, the lace panties and bralette concealing barely anything. He doesn’t have much time left now, so he quickly opens the bottom left drawer of their dresser and pulls out a few toys for Jeongguk to choose from if he wants to use any on Jimin. As if on cue, Jimin places the last one down just as Jeongguk enters their bedroom, blazer draped over his arm, eyes widening and mouth gaping at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Jeongguk groans, walking over to Jimin and cupping his cheeks to plant a firm kiss on his lips. “This is my surprise?”
“All for you,” Jimin says, pulse quickening as his mind races with what could happen later.
“Can’t believe you lied and told me I wouldn’t be able to fuck you tonight.”
“I couldn’t ruin the surprise.”
Jeongguk lifts Jimin’s chin, meeting his eyes, and asks, “And what are you going to be calling me?” It’s one that Jimin is familiar with, as Jeongguk poses the same question every time Jimin initiates sex to gauge what mood he’s in.
“Sir,” Jimin breathes, and he nearly laughs when Jeongguk has to close his eyes to collect himself.
“Okay,” Jeongguk nods after a moment. “Go sit on the bed.”
Jimin gathers the duvet, folding it neatly and depositing it in an armchair to the side, and sits in the center of the light grey sheets. Jeongguk tugs off his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt, and Jimin bites the inside of his cheek to prevent an embarrassing moan from slipping out as his lover’s toned pecs and abs come into view. He fiddles with his fingers and can’t stop the needy whimper that escapes his mouth when Jeongguk undoes his belt and pulls his pants and socks down, revealing his hardening cock already at half mast, covered only by his boxers.
He stalks towards Jimin and gently coaxes him to lie down, making sure a pillow rests under his head. He then maneuvers Jimin’s knees so they’re parted and his legs form the shape of a diamond. His hands travel lightly up and down Jimin’s body, from the area below his navel to his chest, covered by the bralette. His fingernails drag down Jimin’s spread thighs, causing him to shiver and instinctively move to close them, but Jeongguk pushes his knees back down from where he’s sitting by Jimin’s left thigh.
“Please,” Jimin whimpers, feeling wetness accumulating between his legs as Jeongguk continues to touch him everywhere except where he needs him the most.
Jeongguk pulls Jimin’s panties uncomfortably high until the fabric is pressed tight between his slit, and he jumps slightly at the contact on his clit. His lover dips a hand underneath his panties, but his fingers part when they reach his waxed pussy, tracing down the outside of his lips, teasing him.
Jimin squirms at having the digits so close to his throbbing bud, whining softly, but Jeongguk ignores him, tugging on Jimin’s nipples through the scraps of fabric. They harden under his touch, and Jeongguk pulls the cups down to attach his mouth to one. His skillful tongue swirls around it before he sucks with enough force for Jimin to moan, hands involuntarily inching closer to his cunt. Jeongguk’s mouth immediately detaches from his nipple as he grabs onto Jimin’s wrists and pins them by his head.
“These stay here,” he demands. “Got it?”
Jimin nods rapidly in response, breathing heavily at his lover’s commanding tone that sends a thrill straight to where he’s not allowed to touch.
“What, dumb sluts can’t speak?” Jeongguk scoffs, twisting Jimin’s nipple.
“G-got it, sir,” Jimin stammers, wincing at the pain.
“Good boy.”
At that, Jeongguk lowers his head back down to Jimin’s other nipple, scraping it with his teeth as he sucks. His hands make their way to the border of Jimin’s now soaked panties, thumbs stroking the skin. When Jeongguk lifts his head, Jimin thinks that his pussy will get some attention at last, but Jeongguk goes back to skimming his fingertips lazily over Jimin’s body again, and he cries out in desperation.
“Be quiet,” Jeongguk admonishes, and Jimin bites his lip to keep his mouth shut.
Taking pity on him, Jeongguk trails a finger between Jimin’s pussy lips, pressing just the slightest bit harder when it gets to the source of his wetness, then stopping under his clit. He repeats the action again and again, getting closer to the bud every time he does so. Jimin is almost shaking at this point, hands clenched into fists where they rest obediently on his pillow, and he struggles to stay silent.
Finally, Jeongguk rubs two fingers over his clit, the fabric barrier robbing Jimin of so much of the sensation, but he revels in the feeling anyway, a low groan escaping his mouth. Jeongguk slaps his clothed pussy and Jimin’s legs flinch, so Jeongguk separates them again before hitting his cunt a second time.
“Close your legs one more time and you’ll be punished,” Jeongguk threatens as he starts pulling down Jimin’s panties.
“Yes, sir,” Jimin swallows, lifting his hips so the panties can come off. A clear string of fluid connects the fabric to Jimin’s hole, and he blushes in embarrassment.
“So wet already,” Jeongguk chuckles, shoving two fingers into Jimin’s hole, still loose from when they fucked this morning.
When he removes them, Jimin opens his mouth, already knowing what Jeongguk will do next. Just as he predicted, Jeongguk stuffs the fingers in his mouth, and Jimin licks over the digits, making sure to completely clean them of his own slick.
“You really love the taste of yourself,” Jeongguk muses. “Such a slut.”
He pushes his fingers back into Jimin’s cunt, thrusting them slowly in and out before adding a third. Jeongguk curls his fingers to press against Jimin’s g-spot, and he moans obscenely.
“Gonna see how many times you can squirt today,” Jeongguk grins devilishly, his hand picking up the pace. Jimin braces himself for what he and his pussy are about to go through.
Loud squelches resound throughout the room as Jeongguk continues fingering Jimin, getting so fast that if he wasn’t being fucked dumb he would wonder how his hand isn’t cramping. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to feel that familiar stirring deep in his belly, already so close from all the earlier teasing.
“G-gonna come,” Jimin grits out, scrunching his eyes shut as the feeling begins to crest.
“You gonna squirt?”
“I-I don’t know,” Jimin whines, hips wiggling to meet every thrust.
“Then hold it,” Jeongguk sneers, fingertips pressing deep onto his g-spot, movement not stopping for even a second.
Jimin groans as he fights to keep himself from his orgasm, tears escaping his eyes as he can barely hold it. “S-sir, I have to c-come!”
“You don’t get to demand anything, slut.”
Then another sensation is added to the pleasure that Jimin is experiencing, almost like he has to pee—he knows what that means. “G-gonna squirt!”
“Ask for permission,” Jeongguk growls.
“Please sir—oh, fuck—can I come?”
“Come for me.”
Those three words are all Jimin needs, and he lets himself finally reach his peak. “Thank you sir, thank you sir!” he wails, fluid shooting out of his hole. It stains their grey sheets, which Jimin will later discover were picked by Jeongguk for this purpose, and coats his thighs with a glossy sheen.
“Good boy,” Jeongguk murmurs, leaving a kiss on Jimin’s lips, his fingers never stopping, more of Jimin’s come squirting out with every thrust as his walls pulse. “Again.”
Jeongguk removes his hand in favour of bringing three fingers to Jimin’s engorged clit, rubbing it roughly in tight circles. The feeling is so intense that Jimin can’t even come down from his previous orgasm, already feeling like he’s being hurtled into the next. He nearly forgets to ask Jeongguk for permission and barely receives a nod before he climaxes once more with a loud, “Thank you!”, abs tensing and eyes rolling to the back of his head.
The stream that spurts from his cunt is stronger this time, shooting high into the air before landing all over his stomach and pussy. Jeongguk alternates between tapping and rubbing his swollen clit, peeking out of its hood, as Jimin’s orgasm seems to never end. He shouts a bunch of nonsense as his cunt twitches in sensitivity, somehow still releasing fluid.
Jeongguk’s pace on his clit slows to a stop as his pussy stops convulsing, hands moving to hold his waist as Jeongguk laps up the droplets on his stomach. Jeongguk grunts, appreciating the taste, as his tongue dips into Jimin’s navel, traveling languidly up to Jimin’s chest, his neck, then his lips. Jeongguk licks at the corner of his mouth, and Jimin whines and pouts to silently ask for a kiss. Unable to resist, Jeongguk connects their lips, and Jimin allows his tongue into his mouth immediately, groaning as he tastes the heady flavour of his own come.
Jeongguk breaks away to dot sweet kisses across Jimin’s forehead, nose, and cheeks. “How are you doing, baby?” Jeongguk asks softly, helping Jimin unclench his fists and massaging his palms where his fingernails created crescent-shaped indents.
“So good,” Jimin breathes, smiling at his lover with his eyelids half closed.
“Can you take more?”
“We have a safeword for a reason, so yes, I can take more.”
“You sure?”
“Thought you wanted me to squirt as many times as possible,” Jimin huffs, squirming under Jeongguk’s intense gaze. And just like that, it’s like a switch has been flicked.
“Of course sluts like you have only one thing on their minds,” Jeongguk snorts before landing a loud, wet slap to Jimin’s pussy, and positions himself between Jimin’s legs.
Jimin keens at the sharp contact, the sound transforming into a moan when Jeongguk’s lips trace down and down his body, all the way to his clit. His tongue flicks at it, back and forth, before he takes it fully in his mouth and sucks.
“Agh!” Jimin cries, hips bucking at the overstimulation, and he isn’t sure if he wants to push closer or get as far away as possible. Jeongguk makes the decision for him, a strong arm coming to rest across his stomach, preventing him from moving at all.
“Thought you said you could take it,” Jeongguk mocks, three fingers dipping back into Jimin’s wet hole, thrusting once, then twice, before a fourth joins them.
“F-fuck,” Jimin moans, walls clenching on the intrusion.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk spits. “A pathetic fucking slut.”
“Ah-ah-ah,” Jimin pants at each thrust, tears building up at the corners of his eyes. “I’m a—ah!—s-slut.”
Jeongguk mouths at Jimin’s clit again, then slides two of his fingers out to insert his tongue into Jimin’s aching pussy. His orgasm takes them both by surprise as the force of Jimin’s squirt pushes Jeongguk out of his cunt, fluid flying directly into Jeongguk’s mouth and all over his face.
“Ask. For. Permission,” Jeongguk growls, punctuating each word with a hard slap to Jimin’s clit before wiping the come off his own face.
“I’m s-sorry, sir,” Jimin sobs, tears falling from his closed eyes. More fluid leaks from his pussy, the dark spot on the sheets growing, and his legs shake.
“Good for nothing slut,” Jeongguk mutters, getting up from the bed to examine the array of toys Jimin laid out on their dresser. He selects a thick, ribbed dildo and a small bullet vibrator along with a bottle of lube, just in case, though he doesn’t think it’ll be necessary.
Without much warning, Jeongguk pushes the head of the dildo into Jimin’s pussy, earning a whimper as he doesn’t go any deeper than the tip.
“P-please,” Jimin begs. “Need more.”
Jeongguk pauses for a brief second before shoving the dildo all the way in with no resistance, aided by Jimin’s come, its ridges and edges providing amazing sensations as they scrape against his walls. “That good enough for you?” Jeongguk scoffs, hand twisting as he thrusts the dildo and grinds it deep within Jimin.
“Y-yes,” Jimin inhales sharply, hands clawing at the pillowcase. “Thank you sir.”
Reaching to the side, Jeongguk picks up the vibrator and turns it on, a low, steady buzz that fills Jimin with anticipation. All while continually pumping the dildo into Jimin’s hole, Jeongguk circles his nipples with the vibrator, watching as they pebble once more. Goosebumps cover Jimin’s body as Jeongguk draws abstract shapes on his skin with the toy, always getting so, so close but never touching his clit.
“Want—mm!—want something in my a-ass,” Jimin groans.
“What a greedy slut,” Jeongguk laughs. “Maybe if you ask nicely and come for me first.”
All of a sudden, he turns the vibrator up to a medium setting and presses it to Jimin’s clit, causing him to yelp, voice breaking into a long moan.
“Your pretty little clit feels good?” Jeongguk asks, eyes glinting with delight as Jimin struggles with the onslaught of sensations.
“Yes, yes, s-so good!” Jimin gasps, his pussy practically on fire. Jeongguk increases the speed of the vibrator, and Jimin jolts, the need to come rising rapidly within him, almost too quick for him to comprehend. “Please, sir, can I come?”
“Do it,” Jeongguk commands, muscles straining as he thrusts the dildo astonishingly faster.
“T-thank you sir,” Jimin cries, back arching and toes curling as he squirts again, the sheets completely ruined.
Jeongguk pulls the dildo out and the release of pressure has Jimin’s cunt spurting more fluid, his mouth wide open as he struggles to breathe. Not giving him any time to recover, Jeongguk fiddles with the vibrator again, turning it to the highest setting, and quickly inserts four fingers into his hole.
“T-too much!” Jimin shouts, hands moving from above his head to try and push Jeongguk and the toy away.
“You don’t get to decide that, slut,” Jeongguk snarls, hand leaving Jimin’s throbbing cunt to take his wrists and restrain them against his stomach, though he keeps his ears trained for even a whisper of Jimin’s safeword.
“S-sensitive,” Jimin sobs, still trying to wriggle out of Jeongguk’s hold, legs kicking to no avail.
“Yet look how your pussy is drooling,” Jeongguk grins. “Pain slut.”
And it’s true—the combination of pleasure, pain, and feeling so, so useless in stopping it covers Jimin’s mind with a haze that he sinks desperately into. Knowing that he’s at the mercy of Jeongguk, his perfect lover, his sir , who knows him inside and out, is what pushes him to the edge more than anything.
“S-sir, I think ‘m gonna c-come again,” Jimin trips on his words, overwhelmed mentally and physically, holding onto Jeongguk’s forearm for dear life.
“Good boy,” Jeongguk nods. “Come.”
Jimin screams as he squirts for the umpteenth time, tears cascading down his cheeks, fingernails digging into Jeongguk’s arm. His entire body trembles and his cunt spasms, more and more fluid rushing out.
“Please!” Jimin begs, and Jeongguk finally turns the vibrator off. He cups Jimin’s pussy, and even that is too stimulating, more liquid seeping from his hole. Jimin’s legs twitch as shocks continue running through his body, thighs eventually snapping shut as he curls into a ball. Jeongguk lets his leg close, rubbing a comforting hand on his hip, whispering praises.
“You did so well for me, baby,” Jeongguk says, tone full of love and adoration, as he cards a hand through Jimin’s sweaty hair. He presses twin kisses to Jimin’s closed eyelids, and wipes his tears away.
“What are you doing?” Jimin frowns, eyebrows furrowing.
The question shocks Jeongguk, as aftercare is a very important part of their sex life, and he starts to worry. “Are you okay? Did I go too far?”
“No, no,” Jimin shakes his head, wincing as another shock travels down his legs. “I just… I think I have more in me.”
“Oh,” Jeongguk sits back.
“A-and you haven’t filled my ass yet, or given me your cock. Don’t you want me to squirt on your cock?” Jimin asks, wide eyes blinking innocently at his lover.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Jeongguk mutters with a bark of laughter.
He pulls Jimin in for a searing kiss and it’s a mess of teeth and lip and tongue, but Jimin moans into it, loving the feeling anyway. Jeongguk shoves Jimin back down onto the bed, and turns him onto his stomach before lifting him up by the hips, positioning him face down and ass up.
“Open yourself up for me,” Jeongguk instructs, retrieving the lube he got before and placing it by Jimin’s hand.
“No, want you to do it,” Jimin whines, wiggling his butt in the air to entice him.
“You do as I say,” Jeongguk slaps his ass hard.
“Ah!” Jimin cries out, knees almost buckling from the force.
Jimin coats his fingers in lube as Jeongguk stands up, but he can’t see what Jeongguk’s doing from this position. He traces his rim, already soaked from his come, and dips his finger in easily, pushing all the way in. He pumps it in and out a few times before adding another digit, clenching around his fingers, and whimpering as he wishes it was Jeongguk’s hand instead. He consoles himself with the knowledge that he’ll get Jeongguk’s cock soon, and scissors the two fingers, stretching himself out for a third.
Jimin feels the bed dip behind him as Jeongguk returns, pulling Jimin’s hand out and spreading his cheeks apart. He watches as Jimin’s asshole gapes then winks shut, and unexpectedly pushes three fingers back into Jimin’s pussy.
“Maybe we should bottle this stuff up,” Jeongguk chuckles. “We’d never have to buy lube.” Jimin groans at the thought, even though it’ll never come to fruition.
Now coated in Jimin’s wetness, Jeongguk sticks the first, second, then third finger into Jimin’s asshole, humming as it stretches nicely around him. Jimin squirms, Jeongguk’s fingers far longer than his and reaching much deeper, and it’s exactly what he wanted. He starts moving back and forth in an attempt to create a nice rhythm, but Jeongguk refuses to aid him by thrusting his fingers. Instead, he inserts what Jimin recognizes as his favourite vibrating dildo into his cunt.
“F-fuck,” Jimin pants, feeling so full.
“Calm down, slut,” Jeongguk laughs. “I’m just making sure you’re stretched out.”
He slips out both the dildo and his fingers, and Jimin is thankful, because he doesn’t want to come anywhere except on Jeongguk’s cock. Jimin lifts his head to peer behind him, and practically drools at the sight of Jeongguk’s thick, fully hard length, boxers discarded somewhere on the floor. He’s so distracted by imagining it in his mouth or in his pussy that he gasps loudly as the dildo breaches his ass. Jeongguk goes infuriatingly slow, and Jimin sighs in satisfaction when it’s fully seated within him.
Jimin is flipped onto his back, whining as the dildo shifts against his walls, and blinks blearily up at Jeongguk. He makes grabby hands at his lover, who rolls his eyes fondly before leaning down for a kiss.
“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” Jeongguk huffs against Jimin’s mouth.
“Gonna fuck me now, sir?” Jimin smirks, reaching for Jeongguk’s cock.
“Did I say you could touch me?” Jeongguk squeezes Jimin’s cheeks and almost coos at the beak that forms.
“No, sir,” Jimin shakes his head, voice muffled.
“Hold your legs up,” Jeongguk commands, and Jimin follows, hooking his arms behind his knees, exposing his pussy and ass.
Jeongguk wraps his hand around his cock, thumbing at the tip, and he groans, a guttural sound, finally touching it after he’s ignored himself to pleasure Jimin. He swipes it up and down Jimin’s slit, almost getting caught in his hole, and bumps the head against his sensitive clit.
“Please,” Jimin begs. “Want it.”
Jeongguk finally pushes in, eyes trained on Jimin’s face as his lashes flutter and mouth parts into a perfect ‘o’, and Jeongguk could come right there, the sight so obscene and filthy. When he’s fully seated, balls flush against Jimin’s ass, Jeongguk reaches under them to press the button on the end of the dildo, starting the vibrations, the whirring sound unmistakable.
Jimin immediately moans, and his voice separates into soft ah, ah, ah’s as Jeongguk begins thrusting. His cock feels better than any fake one—it’s perfect, filling his snug walls up so nicely and hitting his g-spot with every movement.
“Shit,” Jeongguk grunts, the space where they’re joined so wet and slippery. He tweaks Jimin’s nipples with one hand, tugging and twisting and pulling, and drops his other to thumb at Jimin’s clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
“Mm, fuck, ah,” Jimin babbles, unable to stop the noises, his eyes squeezing shut. He’s being touched and stimulated everywhere. “I-I’m close!”
“I’m gonna count down from 10, and you’re going to come for me.”
“Y-yes sir, thank you sir.”
“Ten, nine, eight.”
Jeongguk shifts, hand moving from Jimin’s chest to hold onto his upper thigh.
“Seven, six, five.”
He replaces his thumb with two fingers, flicking and pinching Jimin’s clit.
“Four, three, two.”
“Please sir!” Jimin cries at Jeongguk’s pause.
“One.”
Jimin’s climax feels like an implosion that starts deep within him, a tingle spreading down all his limbs to the tips of his fingers and toes, and up his spine, his vision turning white as sparks go off in his head. Most of all, however, it travels to his cunt, and every single muscle in his body tenses at once as it bursts forth with a stream of clear fluid that pushes past Jeongguk’s cock to add to the mess between them.
He wails as his walls contract, heightening the sensations of Jeongguk’s cock and the dildo in his ass, and can’t help but cry, his arms and legs falling uselessly to his sides. Jeongguk, who applauds himself for not having come yet despite being so close, props Jimin’s calves on his shoulders, allowing him to thrust impossibly deeper, almost touching Jimin’s cervix.
“No more,” Jimin begs, legs and voice quivering, tears dripping and falling down his cheeks. “P-please.”
“One last time, baby,” Jeongguk reassures him. “Just once more for me.”
“O-okay,” Jimin sniffles.
Jeongguk bends over him until Jimin is nearly folded in half, and intertwines their fingers before picking up where he left off. Jimin is exhausted, and barely makes any noise as Jeongguk continues pounding into him, lips parted as he tries to breathe, but he loves it. He loves that Jeongguk made him come too many times to count, and he loves that Jeongguk is fucking him even as he’s past his limit.
“Come whenever you want, darling,” Jeongguk says gently, and Jimin’s legs drop to wrap around Jeongguk’s waist. He thrusts just a few times more, pace getting erratic, and comes with a low groan, spilling into Jimin, his seed splattering within his walls.
“Ngh,” Jimin whines softly, coming a final time from the feeling, completely dry, and promptly passes out, the vibrator still buzzing quietly in his ass.
Jimin wakes up reclined in bed and on clean sheets, back against Jeongguk’s chest. He sits up and turns around, heart swooping as Jeongguk smiles so beautifully at him and kisses his forehead.
“Cleaned you up in the bath while you slept,” Jeongguk hums, nuzzling their noses. “I love you so much, baby. You were amazing today.”
Jimin buries his face in the crook at Jeongguk’s neck, and sighs as Jeongguk’s arms wrap securely around him. “Love you too,” he says quietly.
“You’re perfect, you know? The best in every single way. I’m so lucky that I get to be with you, not just sexually, but just being able to go through life with you.”
Jimin smiles at his lover’s words, murmuring, “‘m the lucky one.”
“Gonna love you forever,” Jeongguk whispers, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s damp hair.
“You better,” Jimin says, reaching for Jeongguk’s hand to hold it close to his chest.
After all, he does have Jimin’s heart in his hands.