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SINFUL

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader (female) → AUs: non-idol, one-shot -> Genres: best friend's brother - fwb to lovers. → Warnings(s): pure smut, NSFW, +21, oral sex (f&m), multiple orgasms, multiple positions, snowballing, cum play, face riding, deep thorat, doggy style, butt play, intense, dirty talk, sexting, sending pictures, size kink, riding, cowgirl, butt plug, pull out, → Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.) → Word count: 20.3K

You hear someone knocking on your bedroom window. Your bedroom was upstairs, and you know that no one would climb to the window except Jimin. You open the curtains, his foolish smile fulfills your window.

"Hi. Can I come in?" You got no choice except to open the window for him. You can't let him hang over on the ladder all night. "Your brother asked me to come over and try his new Playstation games. But I think that dumb-ass kid already falls asleep. He didn't even answer my calls."

You move away from the window so he can get inside. He walks over to your bed, plops down, then lies flat on his back.

"I'm so damn tired" he covers his eyes with his arm and lets out a long groan.

He's always like this. Jimin is a social butterfly, always hang out with people and has a very busy schedule in general. It's no wonder that he's a tired puppy right now, and this fact only makes you want to take care of him more.

You sit on the bed, next to him, watching him quietly. A part of you is worried about his current condition, he almost never takes a break. But on the other hand, this tired Jimin is extremely adorable, and you love it with all your heart. "I can give you a message if you want." you smiled.

Jimin lets out another groan and drops his arm from his eyes, his gaze drifting towards you. He studies you for a moment before finally speaking.

"Yeah? It actually sounds good right now."

You crawl on the bed, shifting towards him and gently turning him over onto his stomach. He lets you move him without resistance, simply letting out a small huff at the change.

You kneel next to him on the bed, then begin to rub his shoulders. Jimin lets out a sigh at the touch, burying his face into the mattress before mumbling out a quiet, "Feels good."

A satisfied smile takes over your face, and you begin to knead and work at his shoulders. He groans again, clearly enjoying the touch of your fingers as they work the tension out of his body. "Mm... right there." He breathes out, practically purring in a low tone.

You work your fingers into the muscles of his back, focusing on the areas that seem most tense. Every so often he lets out a groan or a soft sigh, almost melting into the bed under your touch. You can't help but admire the way his white t-shirt clings to his frame, emphasizing his muscular back and the contour of his body.

He eventually breaks the comfortable silence, mumbling out softly, "You're really good at this."

You smile at his words, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the fact that you're making him feel better. You continue to work your fingers over his back and shoulders, making sure that every spot is properly attended to. Your eyes are fixated on the way his muscles move under your touch, how his back rises and falls with each breath he takes. It's almost intoxicating.

"Come on, take your shirt off." you murmured.

Jimin turns his head slightly to peek at you over his shoulder, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Bold request," he teases, but there's no real resistance in his tone. He pushes himself up slightly on his elbows, reaching back to tug the hem of his shirt up and over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric lands somewhere near the foot of the bed as he settles back down with a content sigh. "Better?" he asks, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.

His bare back is now on full display, taut muscles, smooth skin, and that faint sheen of sweat from the warmth of the room. He stretches slightly under your gaze, like a cat basking in attention. "Don't stop now," he adds, wiggling his shoulders playfully. "You’ve got magic hands."

You swallow hard, your fingers hovering just above his skin for a beat before making contact again. This time, your touch is even more deliberate, slow circles along his shoulder blades, thumbs pressing into the knots along his spine. He exhales sharply when you hit a particularly tight spot, his fingers curling into the sheets briefly.

"Fuck, that—" He cuts himself off with another groan as you work the tension loose. His voice comes out rougher when he speaks again. "Where’d you learn to do this?" The question is casual, but there’s something underneath it, curiosity, maybe appreciation.

You shrug nonchalantly, although inside you feel a burst of pride at the praise. Your hands continue to work at his back, now traveling down towards his lower back. The room is quiet, save for the sound of your breathing, his occasional sigh, and the soft rustling of sheets.

When you speak, you keep your tone even, not wanting him to notice how affected you are by his current state. "Just something I picked up." You pause, pressing your fingers into a particularly stubborn knot between his shoulder blades. "Relax."

"Easier said than done," he murmurs, his words nearly lost in the pillow. His shoulders loosen slightly under your touch, and you can feel the tension start to give way a little in his muscles.

His skin is warm, the faint scent of cologne and sweat clinging to him. Your fingers trace idly along a few freckles scattered across his flesh, and you have to resist the urge to lean down and follow the pattern with your tongue.

"Just focus on me." You say softly, your hands moving lower until they're at the base of his spine. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension slowly seeping out of him under your ministration.

He hums in response, the sound low and lazy. With another sigh, he turns his head to the side, allowing one eye to peek up at you. His usual sharp gaze is softened now, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. It's a different kind of vulnerability than you’re used to seeing.

You keep working, your touch steady and sure. Every so often you hear a soft noise from him, a quiet moan, a breathy curse, a murmured word of praise, each one sending a jolt straight to your core. The room is starting to feel too hot, the air too thick with tension. Your focus starts to waver, your gaze shifting from his back to his face, his parted lips, his closed eyes.

Your fingers are getting more confident, moving with a new purpose now. You linger over the dimples at the base of his spine, your touch lighter there, tracing the indents slowly. You're hyper-aware of his every reaction, the way his breath hitches when you brush a particularly sensitive spot, the way his knuckles tense when he grips the sheets a little harder.

His eyes finally open completely, though they're hazy with a mixture of exhaustion and something else you can't quite place. He looks up at you, lips parted, and you can see him wet his bottom lip with his tongue.

"Almost done," you murmur, your thumbs moving in firm circles across his lower back. You're so close to being finished, but part of you wants this to go on for longer. Wants to keep seeing him like this, loose-limbed and relaxed under your touch.

Your eyes meet his again, and you see a subtle change in his expression, something like hunger, mixed with the last vestiges of weariness. He looks ready to pounce, like a predator waiting for its moment.

You give a final, firm press of your fingers along a particularly tight knot near his shoulder blade before finally pulling your hands away. He lets out a low grunt of protest, the sound almost petulant. "Hey, who said you could stop?"

He rolls onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at you.

You can't help but stifle a laugh at his response. "You always so needy?" You tease, your eyes trailing over his now-bare chest.

He huffs out a breath, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "With your hands? Yeah, I might be."

You roll your eyes playfully, though on the inside your heart flutters at his words. He has a way of being charming even when he's being demanding.

Your gaze drifts over his form, the broad expanse of his chest, the way the light casts shadows across the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of his sweats. It's distracting.

He must notice your gaze, because he smirks again, shifting slightly on the bed. The movement causes the sweatpants to ride even lower, resting dangerously on his hip bones.

You try not to stare, but it's hard not to notice the way his sweatpants cling to him, the way they show off every contour of his hips and thighs. You've seen him in casual attire many times before, but somehow everything seems more pronounced now, more sensual.

He stretches lazily, arching his back and exposing even more of his stomach. His abs flex and ripple with the movement, and he lets out a soft sigh as he relaxes back into the bed, looking completely unabashed and unabashedly delicious.

He runs a hand lazily down his own torso, fingers tracing the defined lines of his abdomen with deliberate slowness. His dark eyes spark with mischief as he watches your reaction.

"You could always... continue your massage," he suggests, voice dropping to that teasing lilt you know so well. "I promise I'll be extra appreciative." He punctuates this with a wink that makes your stomach flip.

A small shudder runs through your body at the suggestion. You know he's just teasing you, but the thought of putting your hands all over him again is making your mouth run dry.

You swallow hard, trying to keep your cool as you respond, "Just don't say that."

Despite your words, you crawl forward on the bed until you're positioned over him. His gaze sharpens in anticipation, and he looks suddenly much more awake than he did before.

His hands find purchase on your hips, gripping them and pulling you down until you're fully straddling him. His touch is firm, possessive, and it sends a thrill straight through you.

This new position puts you right against his hips, and you can feel the heat radiating off him in waves. You can see the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the quickening of his pulse as he looks up at you with an expression of half-lidded desire.

One of his hands moves to your thigh, fingers trailing up the bare skin. His touch is light, but you feel it everywhere, and it's making it increasingly hard to keep your thoughts straight.

He leans up, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your throat. "You look so good on top of me," he murmurs, his voice ragged with restraint. "I never thought about that but fuck.. you are so hot like this."

Your breath hitches at his words, and you instinctively roll your hips against him. It's an involuntary reaction, but it causes a low groan to escape his lips and his hand on your thigh tightens.

He shifts underneath you, moving until you're settled right against his lap. This new position causes your body to press fully against his.

The friction makes you shiver, your hips moving again without conscious thought. You can feel how hard he is through his sweats, and the knowledge sends a new wave of heat through your body.

His hand moves to your chin, guiding your gaze back up to meet his. His eyes are dark and intense as he looks at you, and you can see the hunger growing there, the desire that matches your own.

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip before speaking again, his voice a low rasp. "I want you." He says bluntly, his fingers still gripping your hips. "Right now. No teasing, no bullshit, no feelings. Just you and me."

His words take you by surprise, the bluntness of his desire making your head spin. You can feel the tension between you growing thicker, the air heavy with need.

You try to keep your composure, despite the way your body is thrumming with anticipation. "What happened to you being tired?" you manage to quip, your voice betraying a hint of breathlessness.

"I don't care." He responds instantly, his fingers digging into your hip. "I've never been more awake in my life."

He leans up then, crashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. It's bruising, hungry, and it takes your breath away. His hand moves to the nape of your neck, holding you in place while he devours your mouth with a desperate fervor.

You moan into the kiss, all pretense of restraint gone. You grind against him, seeking more friction, your hands gripping his shoulders as a way to anchor yourself.

He responds in kind, his tongue exploring your mouth with a single-minded intensity. His hands roam over your body, as if trying to map out every inch of you.

You break away from the kiss, gasping for air as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. His skin is hot to the touch, and he smells like sweat and something distinctly masculine. His pulse is pounding against your lips, and the pounding of blood in your ears almost drowns out your own labored breathing.

The intensity of the moment is broken by a sudden loud thump from the hallway, your brother's bedroom door slamming shut. Jimin freezes beneath you, his grip tightening reflexively before he exhales sharply through his nose.

"Fuck," he mutters, tipping his head back against the pillow. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he regains control of his breathing. After a beat, he lifts his head to glance at your bedroom door, then back at you, eyes still darkened with lingering want. "Your brother really has the worst timing."

He reluctantly helps you sit up, running a hand through his already-mussed hair. His sweats are still tented prominently, but he makes no move to hide it, instead shooting you a rueful half-smile.

You try to ignore the way the sight makes your mouth go dry, shaking your head with a soft huff. "Tell me about it," you grumble, running a hand through your own tangled hair.

The moment is definitely ruined, and the weight of reality crashing back over you is almost jarring. But you can't help the way your gaze keeps trailing back to the visible evidence of his desire.

Jimin follows your gaze, his expression turning almost smug when he realizes where you're looking. The corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk, and he makes a show of adjusting himself through his sweatpants. The movement draws your attention to how the thin material clings to his form, leaving little to the imagination.

He lifts his gaze back to yours, raising an eyebrow as if he finds the whole situation amusing. "Yeah, I am so hard." he laughed. "You did that."

Your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and flattery, and you find yourself momentarily rendered speechless.

After a few seconds, a small, shy smile crosses your lips. "Yeah," you admit, trying to sound casual even though you're feeling anything but. "I guess I did."

A moment of silence hangs between you, filled with the weight of unspoken words. Finally, Jimin breaks it with a sigh.

"Well, I guess we're stopping here for the night." He moves to get up, and you take the opportunity to move off of him, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable.

He stretches once he's standing, his back arching and muscles straining under his skin. You quickly divert your gaze, trying to distract yourself by smoothing out the wrinkles in your sheets.

When you glance up again, he's pulling his shirt back on over his head. Once he’s dressed again, he turns back to face you, shoving his hands into his pockets. There's a moment where neither of you speak, the silence heavy with all the things left unsaid.

Suddenly, he clears his throat, a small quirk to his lips as he eyes you. "Well, I guess I'll see you around." He says, his tone lighter than before. Despite this, his actions contradict his words as he moves closer to your bed, stopping just in front of you.

His eyes rake over your face, taking in your mussed hair and flushed cheeks. His index finger lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

His thumb brushes lightly over your bottom lip, and he speaks again, his voice much softer this time. "Thanks for the massage... and everything else."

His hand moves to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, lingering for a moment before he steps back, giving you space.

He looks reluctant to leave, as if there was more he wanted to say. But he simply shoots you one last smirk before turning to leave your room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

You sit there on your bed, still a little dazed from the night's events. There's a strange cocktail of emotions swirling inside of you, confusion, desire, disbelief, anticipation.

You can still feel the heat of his touches, still see the image of his smug smirk, still hear the huskiness in his voice. It's maddening, how he can have this effect on you with just a few words and gestures. With a sigh, you flop back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Your thoughts keep drifting back to Jimin, his body against yours, the way his fingers felt on your skin, the way his eyes looked when he was aroused. You can't help the way your mind keeps replaying those moments over and over again, each time making your heart flutter.

It's then that your phone chimes with a new notification, breaking your train of thought. You roll onto your side, retrieving your phone from the nightstand. The screen lights up with a message from Jimin.

"Can't stop thinking about your hands on me."

Along with the message is a photo, taken from his neck down. You can just make out the waistband of his sweatpants, the same ones that left little to the imagination earlier.

Your heart thumps at the words and the sight, and you feel heat pooling in your belly again. Another text comes in quickly after.

"And I need a rematch. You know, for the massage. I can be very appreciative too."

Your eyes widen at the text, and you can feel your skin flush again. After a few seconds of staring at the screen, you force yourself to respond.

"I'm pretty sure you enjoyed enough tonight to consider it even."

Despite your cool words, your heart is pounding as you wait for his reply. After a few more seconds, your phone lights up again.

"You call that even? I definitely got the short end of the stick." Another photo with the same angle as the last arrives with the text.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight and your heart skips a beat. He's doing this on purpose, you're sure of it. Trying to get a reaction out of you. And goddamn, it's working.

You type out your response, trying to keep your tone playful and nonchalant. “Poor baby. Life's tough.”

"You have no idea." He replies promptly, and you can practically hear the smirk in his tone through the text.

A moment passes before your phone buzzes again. Another photo, almost the same angle as the last two, but this time his hand is hovering over the waistband of his sweatpants. Your mouth waters.

"I'm having some problems getting to sleep." He follows the message with another. "You caused this. You should take responsibility."

Your heart is in your throat by this point, but you manage to type out another response even though your hands are shaking slightly.

"I don't remember you complaining when I was straddling you."

You hit send before you can second-guess yourself and watch as the bubbles indicating Jimin's typing appear on the screen. Your breath hitches as you wait for his reply.

"Oh, I definitely wasn't complaining." He replies, the bubbles staying active for a few beats longer than before. The text that follows is slightly different this time, the tone almost apologetic yet still keeping the tease. "Well, I kind of was. About having to stop."

A pause, and then another text comes in.

"I can still feel your hands on me. Your mouth." He confesses, and it's the most heartfelt thing he's said so far. "It's driving me crazy."

The confession leaves you reeling, your mind spinning with thoughts and desires. Part of you wants to continue this virtual game, see how far he'll push it, but on the other hand, you're tired of the cat-and-mouse chase. You want more.

You respond. "And how am I supposed to solve that problem, Jimin?" You play along, your fingers hovering over the screen as you await his response.

The bubbles indicating his typing appear and disappear a few times before his text finally comes in.

"You know exactly how." He follows this with a final text.

"Your place or mine?” You type back, your heart pounding in your ears. His reply is instantaneous.

"Mine. Tomorrow. "

The finality of his words sends a shiver down your spine. There's no room for negotiation, just a clear and direct demand.

You take a deep breath, your fingers still trembling a little as you respond. "Tomorrow. Tonight I want you to think about all the things I could've done to you."

"Oh, don’t worry, I will." He replies almost instantly, the words making your stomach flip. "But I'll also be thinking about all the things I'm going to do to you."

Your breath catches at his statement, nerves and anticipation mixing in your chest. Your mind is already conjuring up images of him, his hands on you, his mouth.

Another text comes in. "I want to see you."

"Yeah?" You bite your lip, feeling the tension rise as the conversation takes a turn for the more personal.

His next text is simple but has an underlying urgency. "Show me."

Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself responding more on instinct than rational thought. "What do you want to see?"

"Anything. Anything you want to show me." His reply is swift, his tone still holding that cocky edge of confidence.

You hesitate for a moment, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. Then, with a deep breath, you type out your response. "Give me a second."

You scramble to your closet, rummaging through it until you find what you're looking for. It's a set of lingerie, dark and lace. You take a deep breath, you take a photo in the mirror. The lighting is a little poor, and you're not sure it's going to look good, but there's no going back now.

You tap the send button before you think. As soon as the message is sent, a sense of relief mixed with a thrill of excitement washes over you. You wait eagerly for his response, your heart beating even faster now. After a few long seconds, your phone buzzes with a new notification.

"Jesus Christ." Is all it says. "Fuck me."

Your breath catches in your throat, his words igniting a fire within you.

"That good, huh?" You respond, trying to sound cool but failing miserably.

"Good doesn't even begin to describe it." He replies, his text sounding slightly rushed. "You're beautiful."

Your heart warms at his words, despite knowing he probably says them to everyone he's ever been with. Still, hearing it from him feels different somehow.

"Can you send me another?" He asks, and there's an unmistakable plea in his voice mixed with the arrogance.

You're taken slightly off guard by the request, but you can't resist his insistence.

"Another what?" You ask, a small smirk forming on your lips.

"You know exactly what." His text comes in almost instantly, and the sheer impatience in his tone sends a shiver down your spine.

You don't make him wait. You take off your robe and take another photo, this time angling the camera to capture everything from your neck down.

The message sends with a soft whoosh, and you can almost hear the low intake of breath Jimin must be taking.

You can't see his responses in real time, but the read receipts have appeared under your message, implying that he's viewing the picture.

The seconds trickle by, feeling like hours as you sit there nervously waiting for his reaction. Then, finally, the bubbles appear again, indicating that he's typing a response.

"So damn perfect." His text comes in, short and blunt, but it's enough to make your heart stutter.

A moment passes, and then another message follows. "I need this in front of me right now." The sudden possessiveness in his tone makes your stomach flutter.

"You free tomorrow night right? Or morning or afternoon." He asks, and once again, there's a firmness to his words that wasn’t there before.

"I'm free all day." You reply, the anticipation and desire mixing with nerves. There's a long pause before his response comes through, his typing bubbles appearing, then disappearing, then reappearing again.

"Then you're mine tomorrow. All day."

His text carries a finality that leaves no room for argument, his possessiveness seeping through the screen.

The implications of his words send a jolt through you, mixing with excitement and nervousness.

"All day, huh?" You respond, trying to keep your tone cool but failing.

"And what exactly do you plan on doing with me all day?" You add, not able to keep the slight edge of challenge out of your tone.

"Oh, I've got plans for you." He replies, the confidence in his voice ringing through the screen. You can almost imagine the smug smirk accompanying his words.

"Trust me, you'll love every second."

Your heart flutters at his words, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you. You try to keep a level head, replying, "I'm sure I will."

But the truth is, the thought of being at his mercy sends all kinds of sensations coursing through you. You can't help but wonder what he has in store, what it will feel like to be completely under his control.

"Get some sleep now, babygirl." He says, the command clear. "You'll need your energy for me tomorrow."

You can't help but feel a rush of heat at the possessiveness in his voice, the possessiveness that makes it hard to remember this is just supposed to be fun.

"Sweet dreams, baby." You respond.

There's a pause, and then his response comes in. "I'm definitely going to dream of you now."

The cocky reply makes your heart flutter again.

"Good night." Your fingers hover over the send button, feeling slightly giddy and overwhelmed with the implications of the conversation.

His response comes a moment later. "Sweet dreams, baby."

With a soft sigh, you place your phone back on the nightstand, your mind swirling with thoughts of Jimin and tomorrow's plans.

As you settle into bed, you can't help but get lost in a fantasy, wondering what Jimin has planned for you and how it will all play out. But one thing's for sure,it's going to be one hell of a day.

next day.

You arrive at Jimin's place promptly at the time you both agreed on. You knock on the door. You haven't been able to stop running through potential scenarios in your head, alternating between anticipation and nervousness with each passing minute.

Before you can knock again, the door swings open, revealing a slightly disheveled Jimin. His hair is tousled and he's wearing a loose white shirt and grey sweatpants. He looks adorable, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of him.

"You're here." His eyes travel up from your feet up to your face, giving you a cursory and lingering look. His tone is casual, but his gaze is intense, making your skin tingle with anticipation.

"You look gorgeous." He says, taking a step back to allow you inside.

"Thanks." You try to sound nonchalant, but can feel yourself flushing under his compliment.

You step inside the apartment and he closes the door behind you, locking it with an audible click. The click of the lock sends a shiver down your spine, realizing you're completely alone with Jimin now.

He leads you to the living room and gestures for you to sit down on the couch.

You take a seat, trying to appear composed, but your heart is hammering in your chest. Jimin settles on the opposite side of the couch, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, but not quite close enough to touch. "Coffee?"

"Please." You nod, your voice coming out raspier than you intended due to nerves.

Jimin stands up and disappears into the kitchen, leaving you in silence. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and focus on the task at hand.

A few moments later, Jimin returns, carrying two cups of steaming coffee. He hands you a cup, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. The brief contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, reigniting the nerves from earlier. Jimin settles back onto the couch, sipping his coffee. His eyes never leave you, and the silence stretches between you.

After a moment, he breaks the silence, his voice low and serious. "I didn't get much sleep last night... and I have a feeling you didn't either."

His words send a shiver down your spine, a mixture of nervousness and excitement mixing in your stomach. Yet, you manage to respond casually, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest.

"You're right... I couldn't stop thinking about today."

"Good." There's a smug edge to Jimin's words, and he leans slightly closer, closing the distance between you. His eyes lock on yours, dark and intense.

"Because the whole time, I was thinking about you... and how I'm going to ruin you." His voice is low and domineering, filling the room.

Your breath hitches at his words, your heart rate speeding up to an almost dizzying pace. His gaze drops to your lips, the way he's looking at you sending a thrill through you. He sets his coffee onto the table.

"Come with me baby."

You set your coffee down too, standing up with slightly shaky legs.

His hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your skin possessively as he guides you out of the living room, through the hallway and towards his bedroom.

Your heart is racing as you follow him, his grip on your waist firm and unwavering. You can smell him, the scent of his cologne mixed with something else, more primal and intoxicating.

He leads you to his bedroom, closing they door behind you. The click of the door latch sends a shiver down your spine. You can practically feel the tension crackle in the air.

The silence stretches, anticipation hanging heavy in the room as he stands next to the door, staring at you. You swallow hard under his gaze, trying to keep your cool.

Finally, he speaks, his voice low and commanding. "Take off your shirt." His command send a shiver down your spine, but you comply, reaching for the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head in one swift motion.

Your bra is simple but sexy, red lace covering your chest. You hear a low intake of breath from Jimin, and when you look up, his eyes are roving over you hungrily. He crosses the distance between you in a few strides, coming to a stop right in front of you.

His hands find your hips, fingers gripping the waistband of your jeans. His touch is burning hot as his fingers brush over your skin, and you can feel the roughness of his callouses against your sensitive flesh.

You stand there, heart pounding in your chest, as he takes his time before finally unbuttoning the jeans and sliding them down your legs. He kneels in front of you.

You stand there in just your bra and panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. Jimin looks up at you from his position on his knees, his hot breath ghosting over your stomach.

His fingers trace the lace patterns of your lingerie, his touch reverent.

"You look absolutely sinful, baby." He says, his voice a low growl. "God, I am so fucking lucky."

His hands run up your thighs to your hips, caressing the soft skin. He looks up at you with those dark eyes, lips pressed to your lower abdomen, kissing and nipping at your hip bone. The light scrape of his teeth causes a shiver to run down your spine, and you inhale sharply.

His hands grip your hips tighter, holding you in place as he presses more kisses to your stomach. Each touch of his lips sends goosebumps erupting across your skin, and you can't help but let out a soft gasp as he moves lower, nipping at the waistline of your panties.

His fingers hooks under the elastic waistband, slowly pulling them down. Jimin's mouth follows the path of the fabric, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down your thigh, your breath hitching at the sensation.

Once the panties are off, he stands up, towering over you. Jimin's hands slide up your thighs, fingers gripping the meat of your ass as he lifts you up effortlessly.

You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, arms looping around his neck. He walks you over to the bed and lays you down, standing over you. The sight of him, towering over you with his chest still covered in his shirt, while you're completely bare, is almost overwhelming.

Jimin strips off his shirt while keeping his eyes locked on you. His abs are on full display, and you can't help but admire the expanse of muscle and skin before you. He crawls onto the bed, settling between your legs.

He leans down, capturing your mouth in a fiery kiss. His fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand sneaking down to grip your thigh, hooking your leg over his hips.

His tongue slips into your mouth, dominating the kiss, and you can feel his hardness pressing against you. You moan into his mouth, your hands sliding up his back, fingers digging into his muscle. He devours your mouth, the kiss both intense and needy.

His hands start roaming your body, touching and exploring every inch of skin within reach. His fingers trace over your stomach, down your sides, grazing the undersides of your breasts. He moves to your neck, alternating between soft kisses and sharp bites that have you moaning and writhing underneath him.

His mouth moves down your chest, his hands still exploring your body. He takes one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud and causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through you. His hand finds your other nipple, giving it a squeeze while his mouth works its magic on the other one.

He continues his descent, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach. He pauses when he reaches your tattoo, lips lingering on the small ink. His fingers trace the outline of the flowers, almost reverent.

"I never asked you what this represents." He says, his fingers still tracing lines along your ribs.

You shiver under his touch, the combination of his closeness and the question causing you to shiver involuntarily.

"It's a tribute to my family." You manage to speak, your voice slightly raspier than usual. "A cherry blossom for my mom, a butterfly for my dad, and a rose for my twin. Taehyung. "

He keeps his gaze locked on your tattoo, his fingers still tracing the ink reverently. You can feel his breath against your skin, hot and heavy.

"That's sweet." He says, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. He lowers his head, planting a soft kiss on the tattoo, right over the rose.

"It suits you." He murmurs, before moving lower.

His mouth finds your inner thigh, his hands pushing your legs apart wider as he positions himself between them. His hot breath ghosts over your slit, making you shiver in anticipation. "You're already so wet, baby." He murmured, licking a stripe up your slit to punctuate his words, causing you to moan out.

His tongue flicks over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. You lift your hips up slightly, a silent plea for more, and he responds by wrapping his arms around your legs, holding you in place while he devours you. His tongue works your clit relentlessly, alternating between soft flicks and broad swipes, driving you wild.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, your grip firm as you attempt to anchor yourself against the onslaught of sensation.

His mouth is relentless, his tongue sliding deep inside of you, the sensation overwhelming. You can't help but arch your back, hips pushing against his face as you desperately try to get closer to him. Your moans fill the room, high-pitched and needy. He growls at the sound, the vibration adding to the overwhelming pleasure. One of his hands lets go of your thigh, and you can feel him reach up to grab your hand, guiding it to the top of his head.

He wants you to take control, to take what you want. You grip his hair tightly, guiding his movements as he works you with his mouth. He follows your lead eagerly, his tongue exploring every inch of your wet heat. You grind against his face, feeling his nose brush against your clit.

He moans against your clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. He's sloppy, the sounds downright filthy as he devours you, making your head spin. He flattens his tongue, applying just the right pressure and pressure, and you can feel the heat building inside of you.

"That's it baby, use my face." he moand.

His words send a shiver down your spine, the roughness in his voice making you whine. You grind harder against his face, your grip in his hair becoming more insistent. You can feel him smirk against your clit, knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

"Keep going babygirl, use it." He murmured, his words muffled but clear enough for you to hear.

He flicks your clit with his tongue, the sudden sensation almost too intense. You moan out, hands still holding him in place, hips rutting against his face. He doesn't pull away, just keeps licking and sucking, his movements becoming more and more determined.

"You taste so good." He groans, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers digging into your skin with a roughness that makes you gasp. "You're doing so good... taking what you want like this." His words are low and gravelly, the praise making your grip in his hair tighten even more.

Your grip tightens further, holding him in place as you grind against his mouth, seeking more pressure. You're lost in the pleasure, the sound of his moans vibrating against your clit is driving you insane.

"You're such a good girl." He murmurs, his words a mix of praise and approval. "So demanding, taking what you want from me... I love it."

The praise only encourages you further, and you grind your hips against his face with increased fervor. His hands are gripping your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, holding you in place.

"You taste so good, so sweet." He murmurs, his words sending shivers down your spine.

You can feel the heat building, the pressure mounting, the pleasure becoming almost overwhelming. you can't help but cry out, your grip tightening almost painfully in his hair. He responds by digging his fingers even deeper into your thighs, holding you in place as he doubles down on his efforts.

"I never knew you would taste this good." he murmured, his words sending another jolt of pleasure through you. "Look at me."

You lift your head up, meeting his eyes and feeling another jolt of heat at the sight. His face is slick with your wetness and his eyes are dark, a combination that makes you weak.

"That's it... " He growls, his voice filled with desire. "Keep looking at me while I make you cum." His words are almost a command, and you obey instantly, unable to disobey even if you wanted to.

His mouth returns to your clit, his tongue working it mercilessly. Your grip on his hair intensifies, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your moans fill the room. The image is downright filthy, and the way he looks up at you, the intensity in his eyes as he looks up at you, has you teetering on the edge.

"Baby, you're gonna cum, aren't you?" He murmured, his words a mix of question and statement. "You're gonna cum all over my face."

His words send a shiver down your spine, the roughness in his tone making you whine. You can feel your release building, the pressure almost unbearable. You nod urgently, fingers gripping his hair tightly.

"God yes...." You manage to gasp out, your voice hoarse. "I'm close... so close." You can feel his tongue working your clit with a fervor, his grip on your thighs holding you in place.

"Then cum for me, baby girl." He murmured, his words a command. And that's what sends you over the edge. Your head falls back against the mattress, your grip in his hair becoming almost vice-like. Your body tenses as waves of pleasure wash over you, your moans filling the room.

"There you go, just like that." He murmured, his words encouraging as he continues to lap at your clit, prolonging your orgasm. "There you go."

He slows down his movements, bringing you down from your high as your breathing starts to normalize. His hands release your thighs, hands running up and down your sides in a soothing gesture. You can feel him placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, the caress gentle and soothing.

"You did so good." He murmured, his voice softer now. He moves up your body, planting lingering kisses along your stomach as he goes. You shiver at the feel of his lips against your skin, still sensitive.

As he reaches your face, he kisses your jaw, your cheeks, then finally your lips. You can taste yourself on his mouth, the flavor strangely erotic. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"You're so dirty." You breathe out, the words coming out without thinking. He gives a low chuckle, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"Says the girl who just rode my face like she owned me." He teases, his hands moving to run through your hair. Your cheeks heat up at his words, and you swat at him. He just chuckles again, the sound low and gravelly.

He rolls off of you, settling onto his back beside you. You turn onto your side to face him, taking in the sight of his bare chest rising and falling.His eyes roam over your body, lingering on your face.

"Touch me babygirl." he whispered.

You reach for him without hesitation. Your hand finds his chest, fingers spreading out across his pectorals. His skin is hot to the touch, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

You move your hand down his stomach, feeling the ridges of muscle as you go. His abs flex under your touch, and you can't help but trace the ridges with your fingers. He watches you closely, his gaze intense.

You let your hand wander lower, tracing the line of hair that leads from his stomach down into the waistband of his sweatpants. You can feel the heat radiating from him, and the bulge in his pants is noticeable. You can't help but lick your suddenly dry lips.

Your fingers pause at the waistband of his pants, toying with the elastic. he inhales sharply, his gaze never leaving yours. "Go on," he murmured, his words a mix of encouragement and instruction.

You hook your fingers under the waistband and pull his sweatpants down, exposing his boxers. You watch as his cock strains against the fabric, leaking pre-cum.

Your mouth waters at the sight, and you can't help but lick your lips again. Your fingers trail lightly over his shaft.

He inhales sharply, his hips jolting up towards your hand. His eyes are dark, hooded as he watches you. "Yeah, baby girl?" He murmured, his voice rough and deep.

"You look so good right now." You murmur, fingers still trailing over his leaking length. "So hard for me." You reach for the waistband of his boxers, starting to pull them down.

He lifts his hips, making it easier for you to strip him of his boxers. His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. It's thick and hard, and the sight sends a jolt of heat through you.

Your fingers wrap around his base, giving him a squeeze. His head falls back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping his lips. You can feel him throb in your hand, the sensation making your clit throb in response.

You stroke him once, twice, enjoying the feeling of his thickness in your hand. He let out another low groan, hips twitching into your touch. You look up to see him watching you with darkened eyes. "You're so big." you murmur, the words escaping before you can stop them. "And such a pretty pink color."

He lets out a breathy laugh, his chest rising and falling a little bit faster now. "You like the way I look, babygirl?" he murmured, a smug grin playing at the corner of his lips.

You give him another squeeze, your fingers running over the head. "Mhmm." you murmur, your grip tightening around him. "Thick and delicious." You slide your thumb over a vein, feeling the pulse of his blood. "Is it bad that I want you in my mouth?" You couldn't help but wonder aloud, your fingers tracing his length up and down.

He groans at your words, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before they open again. "You can have me anywhere you want me, baby." he murmured, his voice huskier than before. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"You want to put your mouth on me?" he asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

You hum in agreement, your mouth already salivating at the thought. "Yeah." You murmur, scooting down the bed to settle between his legs. "Speed your legs for me."

He does as you say, spreading his legs wider to accommodate you. His eyes never leave your face as you get settled between his legs.

You position yourself between his legs, your face mere inches away from his cock. It's leaking pre-cum, the tip shiny and red. You give his shaft a few more strokes, but you can't tease yourself any longer. Leaning forward, you wrap your lips around the head.

He lets out a low moan, "God, you look so good with your mouth on me." he murmured.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, tasting his saltiness. He moaned again, hips twitching forward, trying to get more of his cock into your mouth. "So good, baby." he moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. You take him a little deeper, bobbing your head up and down his length.

Your mouth is wet and hot, and you moaned around his shaft. You look up at him through your lashes, watching as his head falls back against the pillow. "Fuck, you suck me so good." he moaned,

"You like that, baby?" You ask, pulling off of his cock with a satisfying pop. His hands tangle in your hair again, holding you in place.

His grip on your hair tightens, his hips bucking up towards your mouth. "Shut up and keep sucking." he murmured, his voice sharp and commanding. You didn't waste any time in obeying, taking him back into your mouth.

You moaned around his length, enjoying the way he tasted on your tongue and the way he filled your mouth. Your moaned vibrated around his cock, making him shudder. "Fuck." he groaned, "You look so hot like this, baby."

You could feel your clit throbbing, but you focused on him, swirling your tongue around his length. You moaned again, the sound muffled by his dick.

He was panting now, breath coming in quick, heavy pants. His grip on your hair was almost painful but you didn't mind. "You were made for this, weren't you?" he moaned, hips bucking up towards your mouth, seeking more of your hot mouth.

You moaned in agreement, taking him as deep into your mouth as you could, your hand moving to cup his balls. He moaned loudly, "That's it, baby. Take it all."

You sucked him even deeper, your tongue swirling around his length as you bobbed your head. His hands tightened in your hair, hips snapping up to meet your mouth. "So good, baby, so good." he moaned, his words a mix of praise and urging. You moaned around him again, the vibrations wringing another moan from him.

His breathing becoming more erratic. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, your hands still gripping his thighs tightly. "You taste so good, and you're so long." You murmured, your voice a little muffled, but loud enough for him to hear. "I love every vein, i love his shape."

"Jesus." He moaned, his grip on your hair bordering on painful as he increased the pace. "I'm not going to last if you keep talking like that." He rasped, his voice sounding almost as wrecked as your mouth was about to be. He pulled back slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

You moaned at his words, feeling a rush of heat between your legs. "I love feeling you fill up my mouth." You murmured, voice thick with need. "You're so big." You murmured, looking up at him with hooded eyes. You took him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his head again. He moaned, feeling your tongue on him. "God, baby" he moaned, his hands tightening in your hair.

His movements were becoming more and more erratic, and you could feel he was getting closer and close. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come." he growled.

You moaned again, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through his cock. He was coming undone, his grip on your hair becoming almost painful. "I'm gonna come." he moaned, the sound guttural and needy.

You doubled your efforts, taking him as deep as you could, your tongue working him just right. "Please, baby, just... oh God, just like that." he groaned.

His chest was heaving, his hips bucking up into your mouth as he neared his edge. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm coming." he moaned, his words turning into a breath

You moaned around him again, eager to feel him come in your mouth. You kept up the pace, not letting up until you felt his cock swelled in your mouth.

"Oh my god." He moaned as he came, his hips still bucking as you milk his cock with your mouth. "Oh my god, that was... oh my god."

His grip in your hair relaxed, and he let out a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His chest was heaving, breath coming in short pants. "Baby... that.. fuck.. Don’t swallow it. Come here. Kiss me."

You pull off him, climbing up his body until you're hovering above his face. His hands came up to cup your face, bringing your mouth down to his. He kissed you hungrily, his tongue immediately licking into your mouth. You could feel his own taste on his tongue, and your heart raced at the realization that he was tasting himself on you.

He moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down your body to grip your hips. His grip was almost bruising, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. You could feel his hardness against your inner thigh, and you couldn't help but grind down against him. He moaned again, the sound vibrating against your mouth.

"You're still hard." You murmured against his lips.

He groaned in response, his hands sliding down to grip your hips again. "I'm hard because of you." He murmured back, his voice gravelly. "You make it so I never want to stop."

You moaned, grinding down against his cock again. "Yeah?" You murmured, your hands running up and down his chest. "You want more?"

His hands moved to grip your ass, lifting you up slightly and pressing you right against his dick. "Obviously." He moaned, his grip tight and possessiveness as he rubbed against you. "Take me."

You moaned again, the feeling of him rubbing against your clit was driving you wild. He moaned as well, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. You raised up on your knees, reaching down to grip his cock. He moaned again "Yeah, come on, baby."

You aligned his tip against your entrance, the feeling of his precum against your slick clit was making you dizzy. "You better hold on tight then." You murmured, and then you sank.

You sank down on his cock, moaning loud and long as he stretched you out. "Oh my god." He moaned, hands moving to grip your hips. "You feel so good."

You lifted up and sank back down again, and you both moaned loudly. You moved faster, bouncing on him as he guided your movements, his hands on your hips helping you move.

"That's it, baby." He groaned, his hands tightening on your hips. "Ride me just like that." The sound his his hips slapping against yours was almost as loud as both of you was a mixture of heavy breaths and moans.

You leaned back, your hands coming to rest on his thighs as you rode him. His hands moved to your ass, gripping and squeezing as he helped you move. You could feel him hitting all the right spots inside of you, making you feel so full. "You look so good like this, riding me." He moaned, voice deep and rough. He spanked your ass, the slap sounding loud in the room.

The pain mixed with pleasure, and you moaned loudest yet. "Just like that." You moaned back, grinding down against him. His hands were back on your hips, helping you move faster.

His eyes were dark as he watched you. "Can I flip you over?" He asked, and his voice was low and heavy.

You moaned again, your body already responding to the idea. "Yes." You moaned, and with a quick movement, he flipped you over, pushing you into the mattress. He was between your legs, still inside of you. "Hold on me."

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding on tightly. "You're so deep inside of me." You moaned, the feeling of him filling you up driving you wild. He started to move, starting with fast, shallow thrusts.

The sound of your moans filled the room, and he increased his pace. "That’s it baby, moan for me." He moaned, his own moans mixing with yours. "Look at me."

You met his eyes, the intensity of his gaze making you shiver. "Don't look away from me." He commanded, his thrusts getting faster and deeper. "I want you to see how good I'm making you feel."

Your hands were clawing at his back, nails digging into his skin as you moaned his name. "Oh my god, Jimin.. " You moaned out, closing your eyes briefly. The pleasure was so intense that you could barely think straight. He caught your chin, forcing your eyes back open. "Eyes on me, baby." He growled.

You looked into his eyes, seeing the intensity and possessiveness in his gaze. "That's it." He murmured, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his peak. "You're close, aren't you?"

You moaned, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. "I'm so close." You moaned out, your legs spasming as he hit a particularly deep spot inside of you. "So close."

"Me too." He moaned, and his thrusts grew harder and faster. "Your pussy is perfect."

You could feel yourself clenching around him now, the pressure building up as you neared your peak. "Oh god." You moaned out, nails digging into his back.

"Come for me." He commanded. "I'm close, just need you to come for me first." He was breathing heavily, his thrusts becoming even more intense. "Please, please, please."

Your nails dug into his skin as you teetered on the edge of release. "Please, Jimin." You moaned out, your voice sounding wrecked and desperate. He moaned, but his thrusts were getting wilder. His hands left your hips and came up to grip your hands, fingers threading with yours.

"Come for me, baby." He moaned, his grip on your hands tightening. "Come for me, and I will too."

His words were like a trigger, and you finally let go. "Jimin, oh my god!" You moaned loudly, waves of pleasure washing over you. "Oh my god."

"Oh, baby, you're squeezing me." Jimin moaned, "I'm coming, god, I'm coming." His grip on your hands tightened even more, and he thrusts one last time before he pull out.

He quickly stroked his cock a few more times, shooting his load all over your stomach. He collapsed onto you, his body weight pinning you down as he tried to catch his breath. His head rested on your chest, and you could feel his heart pounding against your skin. "Oh my god." He groaned, his voice muffled against your chest.

"Oh my god indeed." You murmured, one hand coming up to run through his hair. You both lay there in silence, both of you trying to come down from your highs.

After a few moments, Jimin propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you. "You okay?" He asked, his tone softer now.

You couldn't help but smile up at him, feeling thoroughly satisfied. "I'm amazing." You replied.

He grinned back, "Good." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "Wait here, you need water."

You watched as he got up, feeling a rush of cold as the cool air hit the wetness between your legs. You knew he was right, you needed water. But you also needed to clean up, and fast. You sat up, sitting at the edge of the bed, wincing slightly as you felt the drying cum on your stomach.

"Jimin?" You called out.

He poked his head into the room, a bottle of water in hand. He took in the sight of you on the edge of the bed, cum on your stomach, and his eyes darkened. "Yeah?" He asked, his voice rough.

"Can I wash up first?" You asked, your own voice raspier then you expected.

He handed you the bottle of water, his eyes never leaving your body. "Of course." He murmured, his gaze hot as it roved over you. “Get cleaned up baby.”

You thanked him and headed to his bathroom. As you shut the door behind you, you couldn't help but notice the way his eye remained on you.

You turned on the shower, allowing the water to warm up before stepping in. The water was gloriously hot, and you quickly got to work cleaning yourself up, feeling a little self-conscious about being in someone else's bathroom.

After a few minutes, You heard a knock on the door. "Baby, can I come in?" Jimin called out, his voice low.

"Yeah, it's unlocked." You replied, your heart starting to race.

You heard the door open and then shut, followed by the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Your stomach tightened in anticipation.

A moment later, the shower curtain was pulled back. You looked over your shoulder to see Jimin stepping into the warm spray.

He stepped up behind you, running his hands up your sides. You shivered as he touched you, feeling a jolt of excitement at his presence.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against him. His chest felt warm against your back. "Hey." He murmured, his lips grazing your shoulder.

You leaned back into him, letting out a small sigh at the feeling of his warmth. "Hey." You replied softly, a shiver running down your spine as his hands roamed your body.

Jimin's hands moved lower, skirting over your stomach and hips. "You smell good." He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "Is that my soap you're using?"

You nodded, tilting your head to give him better access. "Yeah, I hope you don't mind." You murmured.

His hands found their way to your thighs, squeezing the flesh there. "I don't mind." He murmured, "You smell like me now."

You moaned softly as his hands explored your body, feeling yourself growing more and more aroused. "Jimin." You breathed out, turning around to face him.

His hands immediately went to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Yes, baby?" He murmured, his eyes fixed on yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your bodies even closer together. "You're distracting me." You said, a hint of mock annoyance in your voice.

He smirked, his hands running up and down your back. "Am I?" He murmured, his fingers dancing over your spine.

You squirmed slightly, feeling the heat rising between your legs. "Yes, you are." You whispered.

His hands moved lower, gripping your ass firmly. "Good." He replied, his grip growing tighter. "Okay, come out. We need eat something."

You moaned as he squeezed your ass, feeling a surge of heat rush through you. "Food?" You asked, slightly dazed by his touch.

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. "Yeah, we need to eat." He murmured, his hands lingering on your ass for a moment longer before he finally let go. "Come on, baby."

You allowed him to lead you out of the shower, and he wrapped a towel around you, his hands lingering on your skin. You finished wrapping the towel around yourself, feeling a little shy now that the intensity of the moment had died down. You stepped out of the bathroom and found Jimin in his bedroom, rummaging through his drawers.

He turned to look at you, his eyes raking over you hungrily. "Come here, baby." He murmured, motioning to the spot in front of him.

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, sending a warm feeling through you, before he stepped out of the bathroom.

You obeyed, feeling a small rush of heat at his commanding tone. You moved to stand in front of him, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

He pulled out a shirt from his drawer, a plain black tee. "Arms up." He instructed.

You obeyed again, lifting your arms up above your head. Jimin carefully pulled the shirt over your head, the fabric rustling as it covered your body. It was oversized on you, reaching down to your mid-thigh. "There you go." he smiled. "Lets order something."

You couldn't help but feel a little silly, wearing his shirt and nothing else. "Shouldn't I put on some pants?" You asked, a little self-conscious.

He shook his head, reaching out to brush a strand of wet hair away from your face. "You look adorable in just my shirt." He murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

You blushed furiously, feeling a flutter in your stomach at his words. "Shut up." You mumbled, trying to hide your embarrassment.

He chuckled, "Come on. Let's go order some food." He looped an arm around your waist, guiding you out of the room.

You allowed him to lead you out into the living room, feeling a little self-conscious about being half-naked.

Jimin settled onto the couch, draping an arm around your shoulders. He grabbed the remote with his free hand and turned on the TV, flipping through channels until he landed on a movie. "You okay with pizza?" He asked, looking down at you with a small smile.

You cuddled into his side, feeling comfortable in his embrace. "Yeah, pizza sounds good." You murmured, your eyes fixed on the screen.

Jimin reached for his phone, tapping on the screen to open up the pizza delivery app. "Anything specific you want on it?" He asked, scrolling through the menu.

You thought for a moment, realizing you were really craving pepperoni. "Pepperoni, please." You replied, tilting your head up to look at him.

His fingers tapped the screen, adding pepperoni to the order. "You want anything to drink?" He asked, glancing down at you.

You nodded."Uh, just Coke for me." You replied, shifting to lean heavier against him.

He added a coke to the order, placing his phone down on the coffee table. "Good choice." He murmured, his arm wrapping tighter around you.

You leaned into him even more, feeling safe and cozy. "Thanks." You murmured, your gaze returning to the TV screen.

He rested his chin on top of your head, his hand starting to rub soothing circles on your thigh. "You're welcome." He murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

Your eyelids started to feel heavy, the soothing circles he was tracing on your thigh making you feel drowsy. You pressed your face against his chest, soaking in his warmth.

Jimin continued to run his fingers on your thigh, the motion becoming more languid. "Tired?" He murmured, his voice soft.

You nodded, feeling drowsiness wash over you. "Mhmm." You murmured, your voice muffled against his chest.

His chest rumbled with laughter, "Go to sleep, baby." He murmured, his fingers still stroking your thigh. "I'll wake you up when the food gets here."

You nodded against his chest, feeling too content to argue. You closed your eyes, breathing in his scent.

His hand continued to run up and down your thigh, the motion steady and rhythmic. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, the act bringing a small smile to your face. Slowly, you started to doze off, feeling safe in his arms.

Jimin kept his hand on your thigh, listening to your breathing slowly even out. He watched as your body relaxed against him, feeling a wave of fondness wash over him.

He continued to rub your thigh, his movements soft and soothing. He rested his head against yours, enjoying the quiet moment.

He looked down at you, his heart swelling at the sight of you fast asleep. Your face was relaxed, your lips slightly parted as soft breaths escaped from them. He couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness over you. He pulled you closer, wrapping his other arm around you too, almost enveloping you in his embrace.

He continued to watch you, his eyes scanning over your features. His fingers gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, and he resisted the urge to touch you more. He wanted to savor this moment, to memorize every little thing about you in this state.

The hand on your thigh moved to gently run through your hair, his fingers tangling in your locks. He let out a soft sigh. "We said no feelings.. but fuck.." he whispered.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at his words. He had told himself - and you - that this was just physical, that there were no feelings involved. But as he watched you sleep in his arms, he couldn't deny the growing fondness in his chest.

He continued to stroke your hair, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "But here I am, feeling all sorts of feelings for you.." he murmured quietly.

He let out a sigh, realizing he had fallen for you despite the rules he had set for himself. He knew he was in deep now, but for some reason, he didn't mind. He felt a sense of peace, holding you like this.

His fingers continued to play with your hair, the motion soothing and calming. "Sleep well, baby." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

It was then that he realized that he didn't want this to be just a physical relationship. He wanted more, much more. He wanted to protect you, to take care of you, to make you happy.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of the pizza. He carefully disentangled himself from you, gently lifting your head off his chest. He gently slid a pillow under your head as he stood up, not wanting to wake you.

He headed towards the door, opening it to find the pizza delivery person standing outside. He paid for the pizza and took the boxes from the person, closing the door behind him. He carried the pizza over to the coffee table, setting it down before returning to the couch.

He sat down next to you, his movements careful not to disturb you. He opened the boxes, the smell of pizza filling the room. He took out a slice and picked up a napkin, ready to clean up the inevitable mess.

He took a bite of the pizza, savoring the taste. He couldn't help but glance over at you again, taking in your peaceful expression.

He couldn't help but imagine what his life would be like if you were together. He thought of waking up to you every morning, seeing your smile as you wake up. He thought of the domesticity of it all, of the little moments they would share. He thought of the arguments they would have, but also the makeup sessions after.

He finished his slice of pizza and leaned back on the couch, feeling content just watching you sleep. He reached out and ran a hand through your hair again, feeling almost reverent. "Wake up baby, come on." he whispered.

He watched as you stirred, your eyes fluttering open. You looked around sleepily, taking in the scene before you.

Your eyes landed on him, and a small smile graced your lips. "Hi." You murmured, your voice raspy from sleep.

His heart skipped a beat at the simple word, feeling a fluttering sensation in his chest. "Hey, sleepyhead." He replied, his hand still in your hair.

You sat up, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. "Is the pizza here?" You asked, your voice still thick with sleep.

He nodded, handing you a slice of pizza. "Yeah, it just got here." He murmured, watching as you took a bite.

You groaned as the flavor hit your tongue. "Oh my god, this is so good." You moaned, taking another bite.

He chuckled, amused by your reaction. "Slow down, don't choke." He warned, reaching over to grab a napkin.

You took a big bite, the cheese stretching as you lifted the slice away from the pie. "This is so good." You murmured, mouth full of pizza.

He couldn't help but smile at your excitement. He leaned forward to catch a stray drop of sauce that was about to fall onto your shirt. "Careful," He murmured, wiping the drop away with his thumb.

You looked up at him, feeling a little embarrassed at how messy you must look. "Sorry." You murmured, feeling a little self-conscious.

He shook his head, still smiling. "Don't apologize." He replied, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face.

He then leaned back onto the couch, watching you eat. He couldn't help but notice the way your mouth looked as you took bites of the pizza, the way your lips closed around the slice. It was almost mesmerizing.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his thoughts at bay but failing miserably. As you finished the slice, you leaned back onto the couch as well, letting out a contented sigh.

He turned to look at you, his eyes raking over your form. "You still tired?" He asked, his tone softer.

You nodded, feeling exhausted again. "Yeah, a little." You replied, yawning slightly.

He chuckled softly, noticing your yawn. "You want to go back to sleep?" He asked, his hand finding its way back into your hair.

You leaned into his touch, feeling comforted by his presence. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna pass out again." You murmured, your eyes drooping shut.

He continued to run his fingers through your hair, the repetitive motion soothing. "Go ahead, baby." He murmured, his voice soft.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your body relaxing against the couch. You were on the brink of falling asleep when you felt his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you up. Your eyes snapped open, a small yelp escaping you as you were lifted into the air. He chuckled, holding you securely in his arms.

"Relax, I got you." He murmured, feeling your body stiffen in his arms.

He carried you over to his room, feeling a strange sense of contentment as you rested against him. He laid you down on the bed, gently tucking you under the covers. He took a moment to look at you, taking in your peaceful expression as you drifted off again.

"Come here.." you murmured.

He was taken aback by your whisper, not expecting you to still be awake. He leaned down closer to you, listening to what you had to say. "Yeah, baby?" he murmured, his voice soft.

"Cuddle me." You murmured, your voice drowsy but sure.

He hesitated for a moment before climbing into the bed next to you. He shifted, settling in behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His chest pressed against your back, and his legs tangled with yours.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath fanning against the nape of your neck. "Is this okay?" He murmured, his arms tightening around you a fraction.

You snuggled against him, feeling safe in his embrace. "Yeah, this is perfect." You murmured, your eyes still closed.

He couldn't help but smile at your response. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.

"Good. Get some rest." He murmured, his hand stroking your stomach in a small circle.

You hummed in response, feeling the weight of exhaustion wash over you. His hand continued to moved in small circles on your stomach, lulling you into a deeper state of relaxation.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You're warm.." you murmured, feeling a sense of security in his arms.

He chuckled softly, feeling a sense of fondness for you. "Yeah, I am." He replied, feeling his own eyelids growing heavier.

He tucked you in closer, his arms wrapping protectively around your body. "Sleep, baby." He murmured, his mouth grazing the back of your neck.

The last thing you felt was his chest rising and falling against your back, the sound of his heartbeat a gentle rhythm in your ears. As you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, the world faded away, leaving only the feeling of safety and warmth in his arms.

He held you like that for a while, listening to your steady breathing and feeling the rise and fall of your chest. Soon, his own eyes began to droop, the comfort of having you in his arms lulled him into a peaceful sleep.

His grip on you loosened slightly, his body relaxing into a deep slumber. He slept soundly, the sound of your steady breathing providing a soothing soundtrack to his dreams.

The night passed by quietly, the two of you enveloped in each other's arms. Occasionally, one of you would stir, shifting slightly or letting out a soft sigh. But other than that, the room remained quiet and still.

morning.

Finally, as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, his eyes slowly fluttered open. He found himself in the same position as before, his body still curled around yours.

He took a moment to appreciate the feel of you in his arms, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment.

"Good morning." He murmured, his voice hoarse and groggy with sleep.

You stirred at the sound of his voice, shifting slightly in his arms. "Morning.." you murmured, still half asleep.

He smiled, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. "You sleep well?" He asked, his voice soft.

You nodded, feeling warm and content in his embrace. "Yeah, I did." You murmured, snuggling closer to him.

He held you tighter, relishing the feeling of you pressing against him. "Good." He murmured, his chin resting on your shoulder.

He placed his other hand on your stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breaths. "You have any plans for today?" He asked, his fingers tracing small patterns on your skin.

You shook your head slightly. "Not really, no." You murmured, feeling too comfortable to move.

He hummed in response, his hand still running up and down your stomach. "Good. We could stay in bed all day, if you want." He murmured, his lips grazing your neck.

You couldn't help but shiver at the feel of his lips on your neck but shook your head slightly. "I need a shower." You murmured, still not making any effort to move.

He chuckled softly, his hands moving down to rest on your hips. "Fair enough." He murmured, planting a soft kiss on your neck again.

His lips lingering on your skin for a moment before he pulled away slightly. "Come on. Let's get up." He murmured, his hands giving your hips a gentle squeeze. "I will make breakfast."

You groaned softly, still not wanting to move. "Do we have to...?" You murmured, sounding whiny.

He chuckled, his hands now moving up to your sides. Slowly, he started to tickle you, knowing full well that you were ticklish. "Yes, we do." He said, his fingers dancing across your ribs.

You squeaked, wriggling around in his arms as you tried to escape his tickling hands. "Stop it! I'm up, I'm up!" You giggled, trying to swat his hands away.

He laughed, relenting his attack on your sides. "Good." He said, his hands returning to your hips. "Now get your cute ass up." He said, his grip on your hips firm as he gave you a little nudge.

You squealed again as his hands moved back down to your sides, trying to squirm away from his grip. "Okay, okay! I'm up, I'm up!" You giggled, your hands flying up to grab his wrists.

He chuckled, still holding onto your hips. "Good." He repeated, a smug smirk on his face. "Now, get moving." He said, giving your ass a quick spank.

You yelped at the unexpected spank, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Hey!" You protested, trying to glare at him but failing as a smile tugged at your lips.

He just smirked, completely unfazed by your weak glare. "You heard me, baby." He murmured, giving your ass another smack.

You squeaked again, your cheeks now burning red. "Stop it!" You protested, swatting at his hands again. "I'm going, I'm going!"

He finally let go of your hips, a smug smile on his face. "That's a good girl." He said, patting you on the ass again for good measure. "Give me little kiss."

You huffed, your annoyance quickly replaced with a small pout. You leaned forward, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Happy now?" You murmured, still trying to feign annoyance.

He chuckled, reaching up to brush some stray hairs away from your face. "Very." He said, a small smile forming on his lips. "Now, go take your shower, baby." He murmured, his hands giving your ass one last squeeze before patting you on the butt.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his touch, but managed to roll your eyes. "Fine." You murmured, trying not to get distracted by the lingering feeling of his hands on your ass.

You finally willed yourself out of bed, feeling the cool air hit your skin as you stood up. You made your way to the bathroom, feeling his eyes glued to your ass as you walked away. Once you were inside, you closed the door behind you and leaned back against it, taking a deep breath.

He watched as you walked away, his eyes raking over your figure. He couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked in his clothes. Once the door clicked shut, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He had definitely crossed a line.

You were sitting at the table, eating the breakfast Jimin had prepared. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, only the sound of utensils clinking against the plates filling the air.

He glanced over at you, admiring the way your face lit up as you took a bite of scrambled eggs. He still couldn't believe how adorable you looked in his shirt. It was a little oversized, but it made your legs look incredibly sexy.

He took a sip of his coffee, trying to distract himself from his shameless staring. "You enjoying breakfast?" He asked, his voice gruff from sleepiness.

You nodded enthusiastically, taking another bite of your food. "It's so good. Thank you," you murmured, a small smile on your lips. Your own words caught up with you, and your cheeks flushed, realizing how domestic this whole scene was.

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he noticed your flushed cheeks. "You're welcome." He replied, his voice softer now.

He leaned back in his chair, watching you closely. He couldn't help but revel in the domesticity of it all. It was a feeling he didn't know he craved until now.

After a few moments of silence, he found himself reaching over to push a strand of hair out of your face. His fingers lingered on your cheek, caressing it gently.

You flinched at the sudden contact, feeling a shiver run down your spine. You looked up at him, meeting his fiery gaze.

His eyes never left yours as he continued to graze his fingers along your skin, tracing the contours of your face. He looked at you with an intensity that you couldn't quite place. It was a mix of possessiveness and adoration.

Without saying a word, he leaned forward, his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer to him. "We said no feelings right?" he whispered.

Your breath hitched at his close proximity, feeling his hot breath fanning over your face. "That's what we agreed on." You murmured, your eyes locked onto his.

His grip on the back of your neck tightened a fraction, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Good." He murmured huskily, his lips grazing against yours. "But I've never been good at following rules."

You swallowed thickly, feeling a mixture of nerves and desire coursing through you. Your heart raced in your chest, and your mind was a mess of jumbled thoughts.

His grip on the back of your neck grew firmer, bringing you even closer. His nose brushed against yours.

"We should stop." You murmured, your breath hitching as he brought his face even closer to yours, his lips almost touching yours. "We said this was just physical."

He chuckled softly, his hot breath tickling your face. "Just physical." He repeated, his grip on your neck tightening further. "Do you still believe that?" He whispered, his lips grazing your own as he spoke.

Your resolve began to waver, the feel of his lips against yours sending shivers down your spine. "No." You murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut.

He smirked, his grip on you tightening even more. "Good." He murmured, his lips moving to brush against your jawline. "Because I don't either."

You couldn't resist the shiver that ran down your spine at his words. His lips were trailing a path along your jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Then what now?" You whispered, your hands clenching into fists.

He paused his trail of kisses, his lips lingering just below your ear. "Now," he murmured, his hands moving up to grip your waist. "Now, we see where this goes."

His hands on your waist were scorching hot, and you couldn't help but melt into his touch. "You'll get bored eventually." You murmured, feeling a pang of insecurity in your chest.

He pulled away slightly, enough to look you in the eyes. "I won't." He said, his tone firm. "I promise." His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you onto his lap, his hands now holding up your hips.

You straddled his lap, feeling vulnerable and exposed in the position. His hands supported you, keeping you balanced. "How can you be sure?" You asked, feeling the heat pooling between your thighs.

He ran his hands up and down your thighs, his fingers just barely grazing the hem of the shirt, which was riding up your thighs now. "Because I've never wanted something so bad in my life." He murmured, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. "You're a player." You murmured, your hands gripping his shoulders. "You'll tire of me eventually."

His hands moved to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. "Look at me." He commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.

Your breath hitched as you instantly obeyed, your eyes meeting his. He looked up at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

"I'm not going to get tired of you." He said firmly, his grip on your hips tightening. "You're not just some girl to pass the time with." His gaze was unwavering as he looked up at you.

His words sent a jolt of surprise through you. He was admitting to caring about you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.

"Don't say anything." He murmured, his grip on your hips squeezing. "Just shut the fuck up and hear me out."

Your mouth snapped shut, and you nodded silently, listening to him intently.

His hands moved to rest on your thighs, his thumbs pressing into your flesh. "You know how I am with relationships." He began, his voice softer now. "I rarely get attached romantically. I've never felt the need to make a commitment."

He paused for a moment, his thumbs stroking your skin. "But with you?" He murmured, his eyes searching yours.

"But with me what?" You prompted, your voice shaky as you waited for him to continue.

His hands were still on your thighs, and he leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between you a bit more. "But with you, it's different." He murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want more than just a casual thing. I want you." His hands moved to grip your hips possessively.

Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a mix of emotions coursing through you. "You want me? In what way?" You asked, your eyes searching his face for any hint of deceit.

He leaned even closer, his nose almost touching yours. "In every way." He murmured. "I want all of you."

Your heart raced at his admission, hope blossoming in your chest. Before you could respond, he cut you off with a soft murmur. "Just listen, okay?" He whispered, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks.

You nodded, feeling a jumble of feelings swirling inside. "Okay." You whispered, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

He took a deep breath, his hands still cupping your cheeks. "I need you to understand that what we have is different." He murmured, his voice soft yet firm. "You're not just some girl I can fool around with."

His hands moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up, so you were looking up at him. "You're not just a casual fling." He repeated vehemently, his grip on your jaw intensifying.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as his words sank in. "So what are we then?" You murmured, your voice wavering slightly.

He leaned even closer, his grip on your jaw tightening a fraction. "We're whatever you want us to be." He murmured, his eyes boring into yours. "Just say the word, and I'm all in."

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your emotions overwhelmed you. He reached up to wipe away your tears with his thumb, his expression softening. "Hey, hey. Don't cry." He murmured, his voice softer now.

His hands moved from your jaw to hold your face, and he leaned his forehead against yours. "I want this. I want us. But only if you're ready." He whispered, his breath fanning over your face.

Your heart raced at his words. "I want this too." You whispered, sniffling slightly. "I'm just afraid of getting hurt."

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his hands still cupping your face. "I won't hurt you." He murmured, his tone determined. "I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you."

His hands moved to caress your cheeks, wiping away the remaining tears.

"You can't guarantee that." You murmured stubbornly, sniffling again.

He let out a small, amused huff. "You're right, I can't." He conceded, his hands still caressing your cheeks. "This isn't a fairy tale, and I can't promise a perfect happily ever after."

His hands moved to tangle in your hair, his fingers threading through the strands. "But I can promise you this: I will do everything in my power to make you happy."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you found yourself nodding fervently. "Okay." You murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He leaned in closer, his hands still in your hair. "Okay?" He repeated, a small smile forming on his face.

You gave him a firm nod. "Okay." You repeated, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

His hands left your hair, and he brought his hands up to wipe away the remaining tears on your face. "That's my girl." He murmured, his tone affectionate.

The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. "Promise me one thing." You murmured, looking up at him earnestly.

He met your gaze, his expression softening. "Anything." He replied, his hands coming to rest on your waist again.

"Promise me we'll take this slow." You murmured, your heart pounding in your chest.

He gave you a tender smile. "I promise." He murmured, his hands squeezing your waist gently. "We'll take it slow."

His hands shifted to rest on your hips, his fingers tracing small patterns on the exposed skin. "Just you and me, okay?" He whispered, his eyes locked onto yours.

You took a deep breath, feeling a nervous excitement at the thought of officially starting something with him. "Just you and me." You echoed, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

He leaned forward, closing the small distance between you, and pressed his lips against yours in a soft, tender kiss. "Just you and me." He murmured against your lips, sealing the promise he had just made.

four mouths later.

It had been four months since you and Jimin had officially started dating. You never expected the transition from friends with benefits to something more to be so easy, but it was.

You were currently lying on the couch in his apartment, your head resting on his lap as he played with your hair. You were both in a peaceful silence, just enjoying each other's presence.

He continued to absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair, occasionally letting out a content sigh. He couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as he looked down at you.

Jimin broke the silence, his voice soft. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you something."

Your eyes flickered open at the sound of his voice, and you shifted your head slightly to look up at him. "What is it?" You asked, your voice a little sleepy.

He continued to play with your hair, a small smile on his face. "It's been four month since we officially started dating." He murmured, his fingers still tangled in your locks.

You felt a flicker of excitement at his words. "It has." You replied, a small smile forming on your lips. "Time sure flies by."

He chuckled, his hand moving from your hair to trail down your face, his fingers grazing your cheek. "It really does." He murmured, his touch lingering on your skin. "But I've been wondering.." He trailed off, his tone turning more serious.

Your heart skipped a beat at his sudden change in tone, and you propped yourself up on your elbow, giving him your full attention. "Wondering what?" You asked softly, your eyes locked on his.

He took a deep breath, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. "I was wondering if you'd like to move in with me." He said bluntly, his gaze fixed on you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and your heart started racing. "Move in with you?" You echoed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

He nodded, his hand giving your thigh a light squeeze. "Yeah, move in with me." He confirmed, a small smile forming on his lips. "We've been spending so much time together anyways, and I want you here. Officially." He added, his eyes never leaving your face.

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Are you serious?" You asked, still trying to process his proposal.

He let out a soft laugh, his hand moving to rest on your hip. "Completely serious." He murmured, his grip on your hip tighteningfractionally. "I want you here, with me. Always."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of affection for him. "Are you sure? It's a big step." You murmured, your hand moving to rest on his chest.

He took a deep breath, his hand moving to cover yours on his chest. "I'm sure." He replied firmly, his grip on your hand tightening. "I want this. I want us to take this step together."

A mix of emotions washed over you, but ultimately, you couldn't help but feel a growing excitement. "Okay." You murmured, a small smile spreading across your face.

Jimin's face broke into a grin, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Okay?" He repeated, his hands moving back to your hip and thigh. "You're sure?" He whispered, his grip on you tightening further as he leaned in closer.

You closed your eyes, feeling the closeness of his body and the warmth of his breath on your skin. "I'm sure." You whispered back, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

His grip on your hips tightened even more, and he leaned in closer, his nose almost touching yours. "You have no idea how happy that makes me." He murmured, his voice huskier than usual.

a few months later.

A few months had passed since you officially moved in with Jimin, and things couldn't have been better.

You were currently sitting in the living room, browsing through movies on Netflix. You were so engrossed in your task that you didn't notice Jimin walk into the room.

He watched you from the doorway for a moment, admiring your focused expression.

He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as he continued to watch you. He couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for you, seeing you so engrossed in your task.

After a few moments, he pushed himself off the doorway and made his way over to the couch. He sat down next to you, close enough that his thigh brushed up against yours.

As if sensing his presence, you turned your head to look at him, your eyes lighting up. "Hey, you." You murmured, a small smile crossing your lips. He reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "Hi, beautiful." He murmured, his gaze never leaving your face.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at his pet name, and you leaned into his touch ever so slightly. "Find something to watch yet?" He asked, his hand still lingering on your cheek.

You shook your head, your eyes still locked on his. "No, I can't decide." You replied, your voice soft. "There are so many options."

He let out a low chuckle, his thumb grazing over your cheek bone.

His thumb moved down to your chin, tilting your face up slightly so that you were now looking directly at him. His other hand gripped your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin through the fabric of your leggings.

Your breath hitched at his touch, and your heart raced in your chest. He was so close, and you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. You swallowed hard, your eyes locked with his. "You're awfully close." You murmured, your voice softer than before.

He smirked, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. "You have a problem with that?" He murmured, his voice low and gruff.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. "No, not at all." You replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in even closer, his face just inches away from yours. "Good." He murmured, his hot breath fanning across your face.

You could feel the tension building between the two of you, and you found yourself leaning in slightly, closing the gap between you even more. You could see every single one of his eyelashes, and count every small freckle on his face.

His hand moved from your chin to the back of your neck, and he laced his fingers into your hair, his grip tight but not painful.

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, and you reflexively parted your lips slightly. His gaze flicked down to your lips, and you saw him visibly gulp. His grip on your thigh and the back of your neck tightened simultaneously.

"Fuck." He muttered, his voice so low that you almost didn't hear him. His gaze remained fixated on your lips as he spoke.

Your stomach flipped as he swore, and you noticed the tension in his jaw. You could feel the tension in the air, and you knew that something was about to snap.

His eyes met yours briefly before he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His grip on you tightened even more as he leaned his chest into yours, pushing you back against the couch. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and you moaned into him.

Your hands moved up to grip his shoulders, pulling him even closer. You moaned again as his tongue explored your mouth, and you arched your back, trying to get even closer to him. His other hand moved up to hold the side of your neck, keeping your head tilted back so he could deepen the kiss.

His fingers tangled into your hair, grip tightening as he took control of the kiss, setting the pace and intensity. He shifted his body on top of yours, his hips settling between your legs as he continued to kiss you hungrily. You moaned again as you felt his growing hardness press against you, and your hands moved from his shoulders to his hips, trying to pull him even closer.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, and he lifted it up over your head, discarding it somewhere behind him. His hands moved to your bra, and he swiftly unhooked it, throwing it away along with your shirt.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes raking over your exposed chest. He inhaled sharply as he took in the sight of you, his hands coming up to cup your breasts. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you moaned at the contact. He let out a low growl as he leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He alternated between sucking and biting, and you writhed beneath him.

His hands moved down to the waistband of your leggings, and he tugged them down. "Fuck, no underwear baby?"

His words made you moan again, and you shook your head slightly. "No, I was just… lounging." You panted out, your hands still holding onto his hips.

His hands moved to grip your hips, and he lifted you up, flipping you on your stomach. "You were just lounging with no underwear on. Is that normal for you?" He asked.

You could feel him moving behind you, and you could hear him taking his clothes off. "No, I was just being lazy." You managed to get out, trying to keep your voice steady.

He chuckled, his fingers tracing a line down the curve of your spine. "Being lazy, huh?" He murmured, stopping at the small of your back.

His hands moved to your ass, and he let out a low groan. "This is a nice view."

You moaned again, feeling a shiver run down your spine as he squeezed your ass. "Oh yeah?" You managed to reply, trying your best to sound cocky but failing. "I know you love my ass."

He spanked you suddenly, the loud smack ringing through the room. "Yes, I love your ass." He murmured, his hand massaging the spot he had just spanked.

His hands were still on your ass, and you could feel his thumbs spreading your ass cheeks apart. "Fuck…" He whispered, his thumbs running over your ass hole. "We’ve been talking about this for a while, haven’t we? We even bought butt plug too." He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on one of your ass cheeks.

You moaned, feeling the press of his bare chest against your back. "Yeah, we have." You murmured, your mind still clouded with lust. "Are we finally going to try it out then?" You asked, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "Yeah, we are." He murmured, his hands still on your ass.

You felt him pull away slightly. "Wait here."

You moaned again as he moved away, feeling a sense of emptiness without his touch. You stayed still, waiting for him to come back. You could hear him rummaging around in the background.

A few moments later, he returned, holding the butt plug in his hand. It was already covered in lube.

"You ready, baby?" He murmured as he kneeled between your legs again.

You took In a deep breath, your heart racing in anticipation. "I’m ready." You murmured back, your tone eager.

He let out a low groan at your response, his hands spreading your cheeks again. "You have no Idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this." He murmured, his finger trailing over your ass hole.

You moaned, feeling his finger circling the puckered flesh. "You’ve been picturing it a lot, haven’t you?" You asked.

He hummed in reply, his finger still teasing your hole. "You have no idea." He murmured, his voice low and hoarse. "Ever since the day we bought this, I’ve been thinking about it almost every day." He admitted, using his free hand to spread one of your ass cheeks.

You moaned again at his confession, feeling a shiver run down your spine. "Yeah?" You asked breathlessly. “You’ve been wanting to put the plug in me since then?" You could feel him nodding behind you. "Did you want to fuck me while the plug was in my ass?"

He let out a low groan at your words, and you felt him pull away from you for a moment, assuming that he was applying more lube onto the plug. "Fuck.. yes yes.." He murmured, and you felt his finger circling your hole again.

You moaned, feeling his finger press inside you just slightly, then withdraw. And then you felt him press the tip of the butt plug against your hole. "Your ass is so tight." He murmured, his fingers holding your butt cheeks apart.

You moaned again, feeling the cold metal of the plug press against your hole. "Yeah?" You asked breathlessly. "You’re trying to prepare me for your big dick, right?"

He let out a low moan in response, the head of the plug finally penetrating your ass. "Oh f-fuck." He murmured, slowly pushing the butt plug inside your ass.

You moaned loudly as the plug stretched your hole, feeling the stretch and burn. "Oh god… it’s so big." You moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the couch tightly. He let out an almost feral grunt as he watched the plug disappear inside your ass.

You moaned loudly as the plug settled inside you, feeling the burn and the fullness. "Fuck.. it feels so good." You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut.

He gave your ass a light slap again. "Yeah? Is it feeling good?" He asked.

You moaned again, feeling a shiver run down your spine at his slap. "Yeah.. Feels really good." You murmured, your back arched slightly.

He moaned, his hands still on your ass. "You look so hot right now." He murmured, his voice full of lust.

You moaned again in response, feeling the weight of his hands on your cheeks. "Yeah? You like seeing my plug in my ass?" You asked, your breathy voice barely above a whisper.

He moaned behind you, and you could feel the heat of his body pressed against your ass. "I love it. I love seeing you filled up." He murmured, his hands grabbing your hips again. He positioned himself behind you.

You moaned again, feeling his thick cock press against your pussy as he rubbed it against you. "Oh god... just put inside me." You murmured.

He groaned, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. "You want me to put my big cock in that tight little pussy?" He murmured, the tip of his cock pressing against your pussy.

You moaned at his words, feeling the pressure against your pussy. "Yeah, I want it." You moaned, spreading your legs further apart for him your wetness leaking down onto his cock.

He moaned again, his grip on your hips tightening. "You’re soaked." He murmured, his cock starting to slide inside your pussy. Fuck...” He murmured again, his cock sliding deeper into your pussy.

You moaned loudly. "Oh god... I love how big and thick you are." You moaned, your hands fisting the couch cushion, arching your back. His hips slapping against your ass as he started to pick up the pace.

He moaned at your words, one hand moving to grip your hair, the other still holding onto your hip. "You’re so tight." He murmured, his thrusts getting faster. "Your ass is bouncing so much." He gave your ass another slap with his hand, moaning as he watched your ass jiggle. "Arch your back for me."

You moaned obediently, arching your back more and pushing your ass back against him. "I love your big, fat cock." You moaned, feeling his hands tighten in your hair.

He groaned at your words, his grip on your hair tightening even more as he started to pound into you even harder. "You like that, huh?" He murmured, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You like it when I talk dirty about your pussy?”

You moaned in response, feeling his hand in your hair tighten even more as he pounded you even faster. "Yes, I love hearing you talking about my pussy." You moaned, feeling his hand release your hair and move to grip your hip again. His hips were slapping against your ass, the sound filling the room. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer.

He groaned, feeling you tightening around him. "You getting close, baby?" He murmured, his grip on your hip tighting even more as his hips continued to pound into you. "You want to come?"

You moaned loudly, feeling the familiar heat building up in your core. "Yes, God, yes." You moaned, feeling his fingers digging into your hip. "I'm close. I'm so close."

He groaned again, feeling your walls clenching around his cock even more. "You gonna come for me, baby?" He murmured, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder and louder as his hips continued to pound into you. "You gonna come all over my cock?"

You felt his fingers digging into your hip even more, the pain sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned again, feeling the pleasure building up inside you.

You moaned louder and louder, feeling the pressure inside of you building up. "God, yes." You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come so hard." And with that, you came hard, body shaking, thighs trembling.

He moaned again, feeling your climax as you came all over his cock. You moaned loader as you came, your body shaking, thighs trembling. "Oh god..." You moaned, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over you. He moaned again, feeling your body convulsing around him. "Oh f-fuck." He murmured, his grip on your hip tightening as he continued to pound into you.

He could feel your juices getting all over his cock as he held you in place, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans getting louder. "I am coming baby, I am coming." he moaned.

You moaned in response, feeling him getting closer and closer to his own release. "Yeah?" You panted, feeling him grip your hip even tight. "You gonna come for me?"

He groaned, his thrusts getting more erratic as he approached his climax. "Yeah, baby." He moaned, his voice hoarse. "I am gonna come all over your ass."

You moaned again, feeling the tension building. "Oh god, please. Come for me. Come all over my ass." You moaned.

He moaned louder, his fingers digging into your hip even more. "Oh god, baby." He moaned, his hips stuttering as he continued to pound into you. "You're gonna make me come." After a few more relentless thrusts, he pull out and finally came, shooting his load all over your ass.

You moaned loudly, feeling his hot come all over your ass. "Oh god." You moaned, feeling the warm liquid spreading over your ass. "Oh god, you came so much." He groaned, collapsing forward and resting his head on your back.

You moaned again, feeling him catching his breath. "Y-you okay?" You murmured, turning your head to look at him.

He let out a quiet groan, still struggling to catch his breath. "Yeah." He murmured back, lifting himself off of you and straightening up. "Just need a minute."

You moaned softly, feeling a mix of exhaustion and content. "Take your time." You murmured, slowly turning around to face him.

He stood there for a moment, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. Finally, he lifted his head to meet your gaze, his expression softer now.

You gave him a weak smile, feeling a little tired. "Come here." You murmured, reaching out a hand towards him.

He looked at your hand for a moment before accepting it, letting you pull him down onto the couch beside you. He let out a heavy sigh, still recovering from their intense activity.

You moved closer to him, snuggling up beside him and resting your head on his shoulder. "You alright?" You asked softly, glancing up at him.

He let out another sigh, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah, I'm alright." He murmured, closing his eyes. "Fuck.."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, finding his reaction cute. "You act like you're the one that got pounded." You teased, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

He opened one eye and gave you a tired glare. "Don't start with me." He muttered, although there was no real annoyance in his voice.

His expression softened as you ran your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes again.

You chuckled at his response but continued to play with his hair, running your fingers through the soft locks.

His tension eased, and he let out a soft sigh, enjoying the feel of your fingers in his hair. He leaned further into you, his head tilting slightly so that you had better access. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again.

"Let me take it out this plug. Come one baby." He murmured.

You nodded, feeling a pang of discomfort as he brought up the plug. "Yeah, let's get that out." You murmured, feeling him slide his hands up your thigh. "I am so sensitive right now."

He let out a small chuckle, his fingertips grazing over your ass cheek. "You should try wearing it for a whole day." He murmured, his fingers grazing over the plug again.

You moaned again. "Oh god." You murmured. "I don't think I could handle that."

He chuckled again, finally wrapping his fingers around the base of the plug. "Yeah?" He murmured, beginning to pull the plug out slowly.

You moaned loudly, feeling the plug being removed. "Oh god, it's out." You murmured, feeling a sense of relief as he finally removed it.

He held the plug up, examining it in his hand briefly. "It's not as big as I thought it would be." He murmured, shifting his weight on the couch.

You let out a small laugh, feeling a bit of relief that it was out. "Yeah, well, when it was inside, it... felt bigger." You murmured, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the memory.

He let out a small laugh, tossing the plug onto the coffee table. "Yeah, it tends to have that effect." He murmured, his hand moving back to your thigh. He gave your thigh a light squeeze as he shifted onto his side, facing you fully.

You shivered slightly at his touch, feeling your skin tingle under his fingers. "Yeah, it was definitely... intense." You murmured, turning your head to look at him.

He let out a small hum in agreement, his fingers continuing to graze over your thigh. "Yeah, it was." He murmured, his gaze locked on your face.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. "You're good though? It wasn't... too much, or anything." He murmured, his tone softer.

You shook your head, feeling touched by his concern. "No, it was good." You murmured, a small smile forming on your face. "It was... a little intense, but I liked it."

He studied your face for a moment, seemingly searching for any signs of discomfort. "You're not just saying that, right?" He murmured, his fingers tracing circles over your thigh.

You shook your head again, reaching out to place your hand over his. "No, I'm fine." You murmured, giving his hand a small squeeze. "I'm serious, I liked it."

He held your gaze for a long moment before nodding slowly, finally seeming convinced. "Okay." He murmured, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly.

His other hand moved to rest on top of yours, sandwiching your hand between his.

You squeezed his hand back, feeling a sense of relief that he seemed convinced. "I would tell you if it was too much." You murmured, your eyes locked on his.

He let out a small sigh, feeling your fingers intertwine with his. "I know." He murmured back, his fingers tracing over yours.

You held his gaze, feeling a flutter in your chest at the intimacy of the moment. "You're being so soft right now." You murmured, a small smile forming on your lips.

He let out a small chuckle, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Yeah, you bring it out in me." He murmured back, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "Come here."

You let out a small laugh, feeling a mix of amusement and affection. "I have that effect on you, huh?" You murmured, shifting closer towards him on the couch.

He hummed in confirmation, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. "Yeah." He murmured back, his fingers trailing up your spine. "You do."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling a sense of comfort as you settled onto his lap. "So, I have a special power over you." You murmured, a teasing undertone in your voice.

His hand rested on the small of your back, his free hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "You do." He murmured back.

You leaned into his touch, feeling a shiver run down your spine as his fingers brushed against your ear. "I think I like this power." You murmured, a small smile forming on your lips.

"I love you" He murmured, his voice dropping slightly.

Your heart fluttered at his soft declaration, feeling a surge of warmth and emotion. "I love you too." You murmured back, your fingers threading into the hair at the back of his neck.

He closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. "You're perfect." He murmured against your mouth.

You melted into the kiss, feeling a rush of affection at his words. "You're the perfect one." You murmured back.

He pulled back slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Hardly." He murmured, a small smirk forming on his lips.

His fingers brushed over your cheek. "Come, lets clean up and sleep okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment at his suggestion. "Yeah, let's clean up." You murmured, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace.

You stood up from the couch, feeling a bit wobbly from their activities. He stood up as well, offering you a hand to steady yourself.

He reached out to steady you, his hand wrapping around yours. “Easy there.” He murmured, holding onto you tightly.

Together, the two of you slowly made your way to the bathroom. After cleaning up and getting dressed for bed, you climbed into bed together. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, spooning you tightly against him.

You snuggled back into his chest, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in his arms. "Goodnight." You murmured, closing your eyes.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, his arms tightening around you. "Goodnight, my love." He murmured back.

Your heart swelled with warm fuzzy feeling at his words. "I love you." You murmured, feeling a mix of contentment and sleepiness.

He hummed, pulling you even closer. "I love you more." He murmured back, his hand moving to rest on your stomach.

You let out a small laugh, feeling a sense of contentment and closeness. "It's not a competition." You murmured, covering his hand with yours.

He chuckled softly, his thumb tracing circles on your stomach. "But if it were, I'd win."

You rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile forming on your lips. "In your dreams." You murmured, feeling a flicker of amusement.

He chuckled again, "In my dreams and reality." He murmured back. "Shhh, close your eyes and sleep."

You let out a small sigh, feeling a mix of amusement and tiredness. "Okay, fine." You murmured, closing your eyes.

He pressed another kiss to the back of your head. "That's my good girl." He murmured, his grip on you tightening slightly.

You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness. "Goodnight." You murmured again, feeling the weight of sleepiness settling on you.

He hummed contentedly in response, his hand on your stomach. "Goodnight, baby." He murmured, his grip on you remaining steady as you drifted off into sleep.

You drifted off into a peaceful sleep, feeling safe and loved in his arms. As you slept, he continued to hold you close, his hand still protectively resting on your stomach. Occasionally, he would press soft kisses to the back of your head, his own eyes feeling heavy as he watched you sleep.

His mind replayed the events of the day, the intensity and vulnerability shared between you. He marveled at how open and caring you had been, how willingly you gave yourself to him. It was then that he realized the depth of his feelings for you, a realization that both excited and scared him.

As he lay there, holding you tightly, his mind raced with thoughts and emotions. He couldn't help but admit to himself that the connection between them was different, special, and unlike anything he'd experienced before. The vulnerability and trust you had shown, the way you submitted to him and opened up, it all confirmed the unspoken truth he had been trying to deny for so long.

In that quiet moment, he finally acknowledged the extent of his feelings for you. He loved you, completely and without reservation.

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