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⠀ㆍxvii.do the stars gaze back at us? - the moon knows.
⠀⠀⠀first-time!jimin, the past between us.
⠀⠀⠀first-time!seokjin, the creator of time.
⠀ㆍthe feeling of being alive - jungkook.
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so sorry for being the autistic self in me - but genuine question what does it mean by first time? Like I tried to get it but I didn’t. Apologizes again for being unable to knos it lol🥲✨
my love, you don't have to apologize for anything !! i am here for you, which means to help you in any way possible so don't you feel guilty for not getting smtg, ok? I will gladly explain to you a thousand times if needed <3
the first time i'm talking abt is nsfw - the first time oc and tae get intimate. I write it not as explicit smut but as a way you can interpret with your heart
THE FEELING OF BEING ALIVE
⠀⠀in which you dance for your best friend.
wc: 3.8k
content: SMUT!!! i am too tired to tag but there's no sex sex only masturbation if u will
an: promise i will make it pretty/tag everything as soon as i can. i am NOT a smut writer so don't take this too deeply - it's all fun & games and the only thing ready/worthy of being posted thats all anyways bye love u have fun
What does it feel like to be alive?
All your life you have sought the thrill of feeling alive. Between complex relationships and obscene adventures, years of your existence were dedicated to searching for the answer to that question that tormented your mind so much.
It was impossible not to think about something else – you always felt empty, like a puppet in the hands of a destiny that had little interest in you. Any emotion you felt, you felt vaguely, there really was nothing that made you happy or left you crying. You were simply hollow. Nothing existed in you.
As such, you were searching. You desperately searched for emotions and stories that could bring a little meaning to your life. You didn't ask for much, just a small sensation that would make you finally understand why you were here, why you were alive. However, until now, nothing lived up to your expectations – you continued to live day after day with the hope of a change that never seemed to come. But you weren't going to give up.
For now, you just wanted to have fun – who knows; maybe it was in the loud melodies of the club or in the sweet drops of your drink that you would find what you were looking for most. Or even in the hands of your best friend that didn't seem to let go of your body.
The club was full, noisy. The intense smell of alcohol invaded the space, drowned out by the loud and absurd music that echoed through the walls of the place. Different people participated in jovial rituals between rhythmic movements and colorful drinks, filling the club with pure entertainment and euphoria. And you were one of those people.
With your left hand you held a half-empty glass, moving it above your head according to the rhythm of the music that was playing. Your right hand was resting on Jungkook's shoulder, who, with both of his hands, held your hips as he helped you sway to his favorite song.
Jungkook had arrived today from his tour. It was your custom to meet up whenever he returned home, spending hours talking about the singer's adventures, recounting everything he had missed while he was away from your life. And, as usual, you always ended up in a bar or club, wanting to end your day completely drunk on pure ecstasy.
For some time now your words had lost all meaning. Both you and Jungkook were too focused on the alcohol coursing through your veins to hold any conversation. Not that it was necessary. Between you and Jungkook, there was no need to exchange words – a simple look was enough to understand each other.
The song was coming to an end, Jungkook slowing your movements as he held your left hand and pulled your glass towards him. After sipping your sweet drink, Jungkook brought his face closer to yours, his lips almost kissing your ear to make himself heard in the midst of that commotion.
“It’s already three in the morning.”
You nodded and, after finishing your drink, you held Jungkook's hand and left the club, bypassing men and women who still insisted on having a good time.
“Come on, I’ll take you home.”
Jungkook wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you close to him before starting to walk through the city towards your house.
The night was beautiful. Sky clear of any clouds, some stars shining shyly around a single, full moon. Silence soaked in a gentle summer breeze, the whole city asleep as you and your best friend walked the sleepy streets that led you home.
Small laughs escaped your mouths. Not because any jokes were being told, but because Jungkook insisted on hindering your steps, wanting you to stumble in the air for his entertainment. The path to your house was short, a little bumpy with so much laughter and pushing, but it was genuine, covered with a blanket of pure comfort.
“Wanna come in?”
You were looking for your keys while waiting for a response from Jungkook; with his hands in the pockets of his pants, looking at the building before him, Jungkook smiled openly at your question, having secretly wished that you would invite him in – he had just missed you too much.
In the elevator of your building, you laid your head next to Jungkook, closing your eyes for a moment, as you felt his hand grab your waist to keep you safe. The silence between you was comforting, enveloping you in a small hug of serenity and warmth; in the peace between you, you felt safe, Jungkook's hand always attached to you reminding you that, with him, you had nothing to fear – and that was just one of the many reasons that made you like Jungkook so much.
You turned on the light in your apartment with a tired sigh.
Upon entering your house, your body instantly guided you to the kitchen where you took two beers from your fridge and gave one to Jungkook. After a small sip, you held your friend's hand and took him to your room, where the stereo was eager to make you dance one last time.
You turned on the music quickly, lowering the sound a little as not to disturb the neighbors, and, still drunk with the emotions of the club, you let your body move slowly to the sound of the music.
Jungkook sat on your bed, drinking his beer while replying to messages that had been on his phone since the beginning of the night. He rocked his body unconsciously, his thumb tapping quickly on his cell phone screen, wanting to ditch his obligations as a friend so he could focus entirely on the beer, on the music, on you.
“T’night feels long,” you smiled as you changed the song, your head bobbing to the beat. “In a good way, ‘course.”
“The night only started when we arrived at the club,” Jungkook let out a small laugh and threw his cell phone to the other side of the bed. “If you wan’, we can extend it ‘till dawn.”
You looked at Jungkook and smiled – you sealed his suggestion with a simple curve of your lips and a flutter of your eyelashes.
Even before Jungkook got up, you placed your beer on your bedside table and placed yourself in front of your best friend. Jungkook gently tilted his head to look at you, smile on his lips, tenderness in his hands as he placed them gently on your waist.
You placed your forehead against his while your body slowly danced to the music that echoed throughout the room. Your smile was big, but not bigger than Jungkook's who was still looking at you tenderly, the sparkle in his eyes making him even more adorable.
You had drunk too much – that's what you believed, that's what you repeated to yourself when your hands fell on Jungkook's shoulders and your body decided to sensualize your movements. And Jungkook let you dance. Taking his hands off of you, Jungkook just stared at you as he watched you move so slowly and sensually to the music.
He opened his legs on instinct and you placed yourself between them, rotating your body. You bent down gently, your ass brushing against Jungkook in a movement that was too quick for his liking. He just smiled, his tongue touching his cheek in an attempt to control himself as he saw you turn your body again and take the beer out of his hand and place it next to yours.
You were smiling yourself, teasing Jungkook with your tempting lips. And even before you walked away from him, Jungkook grabbed your hips again, pulling you towards him.
Your foreheads came together once again, your smiles still stuck on your lips. And a silence followed, only broken by the music from your stereo. However, between you and Jungkook, there was no need to exchange words – a simple look was enough to understand each other. And, as such, you and Jungkook leaned in at the same time for a kiss.
It started slowly, Jungkook tasting your lips, while he gently squeezed your body; but he quickly became thirsty, hungrier for you. Your hands held Jungkook's face, your fingers caressing your friend's silky hair as he pulled you closer to him, more than was possible.
You moved a little away from Jungkook to breathe, your lips so close that you could still taste him. One tease, two teases and, before you could tease Jungkook's lips a third time, he quickly brought your lips together again, using his tongue to accommodate itself in your mouth.
Jungkook guided you to his lap with his hands, making you sit on his legs and pulling, over and over again, your body close to his. His lips separated from yours and trailed your face, caressing your cheek, your jaw, your neck. Jungkook's lips worshipped your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin, making you sigh as he gently sucked your essence. Your hand tangled in Jungkook's dark hair, gently pulling some strands when his kisses felt more enjoyable, making him smile against your neck.
Jungkook still had his hands on you, but he wanted more.
Still lost in your scent and focused on your neck, Jungkook's hands went down to your thighs, squeezing you gently before moving them up again, hiding them under your clothes. You sighed when you felt Jungkook's warm fingers on your skin — the way he squeezed you gently made you feel important.
“Kookie…”
“Hm?” He moved his lips back, following the same path as before, loving every corner of your skin. “Tell me, angel.”
You opened your mouth slightly, letting a new sigh escape your lips when Jungkook squeezed you again and pulled you towards him, your intimacy very slightly feeling Jungkook becoming hard.
“We’ still friends, right?”
He kissed you a first time and smiled. He kissed you a second time and ran his hands up your back. He kissed you a third time and nodded.
“Best friends,” he corrected you, smile stuck on his lips, fingers stroking your back.
“Good,” you kissed Jungkook again desperately, as if he were the answer to all the questions that clouded your mind. You were greedy. You only wanted him. You just wanted more of him.
Your hands grabbed Jungkook's shirt and, as quickly as you could, freed him from the fabric, throwing it roughly to the floor of your room. You could finally feel him. Your fingers lingered on your best friend's chest; caressing Jungkook made you feel lost, totally intoxicated by the softness of his skin, by the absurdity of the whole situation – what were you doing?
You decided to be the one to love this time, your lips getting lost on Jungkook's neck while kisses were left as memories of a fantastic night. In the crook of Jungkook's neck, your teeth sank into his hot skin, making him let out a small sigh that lingered forever in your room. More. You wanted to hear more.
Without realizing it, you started to move your hips, resting your forehead on Jungkook's shoulder, the friction forced by you making you sigh softly. And him too. Jungkook held your thighs again, helping your movements, sighing with his eyes closed at the feeling of having you so close to him.
Jungkook was starting to get impatient. He wanted more of you. He needed more of you.
He quickly took off your shirt, wasting no time admiring your body, kissing your skin immediately as his hands toke off your bra. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook became hungrier. His lips began to kiss your collarbone, trailing along your soft skin in paths unknown to him; it was only a matter of time before Jungkook found himself with your breasts.
You let a small moan escape your mouth when Jungkook began worshiping your breasts. Your friend's tender lips kissed your boob thirstily, gently sucking on your skin, carefully biting your very appetizing nipple. Jungkook's mouth was an expert at worshiping you. And you could only moan softly, gently. One of Jungkook's hands squeezed your other breast, his slender fingers pinching, teasing your exposed nipple. He seemed starving, completely hungry for you; Jungkook just wanted more of you, more of your smooth skin, more of your sensual moans.
He lingered on your breasts, making sure every corner of your skin was marked with his saliva. Your moans filled the room, motivating Jungkook to continue, to not stop worshiping you. He was completely intoxicated with you.
“Kook…” your voice came out weak, in a whisper, covered in small moans and teasing sighs. “Jung…kook…”
“Yea, my angel,” Jungkook moved slightly away from your chest, now looking at you for the first time since he had undressed you. His sweet eyes roamed every inch of your skin, admiring how naturally beautiful you really were, feeling more and more needy with each passing second.
You gently moved your hips, pressing your intimacy to Jungkook's, causing you both to let out a small groan.
“Can we…” Jungkook’s fingers traced your body, outlining every curve and mark with a provocative delicacy that only left you sighing deeply. “Can we do… more?”
Jungkook's response came in the form of a kiss, massaging your lips once again while his big hands slid to your ass and squeezed it tightly. You moaned softly when Jungkook bit your neck hard, marking his devotion on your skin, leaving you a memory of a night that had become magical.
Your hands quickly grabbed Jungkook's pants, impatiently unbolting them, causing Jungkook to laugh a little. But you didn't care; you hadn't even fully heard him. You needed more of Jungkook, you just wanted more of Jungkook.
In a quick maneuver you pulled Jungkook's pants, leaving them lying on the floor surrounding his feet, and looked at him. Your eyes shone with desire. Wherever you focused your gaze, you could only see fascination painted on Jungkook's face; his lips were slightly open, begging for one more kiss from you, begging for one more contact with your body; his eyes, so sweet and bright, now consumed by the greed that ran through his body, were locked on you, silently asking you if you wanted more, if you should continue.
For a moment, everything was static.
Your hands were resting on Jungkook's shoulders. Jungkook's hands were resting on your hips. Your eyes were lost in Jungkook’s attractive features. Jungkook's eyes were lost in your delicate features.
Just a moment. Just a second.
You were going to continue. You just wanted to continue.
You rushed in for an intense kiss, answering the question dictated by your best friend's eyes. As he kissed you, completely soaked in your essence, intoxicated with your fragrance, Jungkook's hands looked for the button of your pants, wanting to undress you as quickly as possible – he wanted to feel you.
You left Jungkook's lap for mere moments, just long enough for your pants to fall to the floor. You didn't have time to waste. Every second was precious when shared with Jungkook.
When you sat down on Jungkook's lap again, he let out a groan. You were wet, a lot. Your fluids passed through the fabric of your panties. And Jungkook felt it. Through his boxers, Jungkook felt your excitement.
Your hand went down to your friend's boxers as your lips seduced his neck. Above the fabric, your hand caressed Jungkook's penis, feeling how hard he was – because of you. Your thumb gently pressed the tip of Jungkook's cock, gently caressing it stimulated by the pre-cum that painted his boxers.
“F…fuck, ugh!” He could only groan. Feeling your touch, even if it was blocked by a cloth, drove him insane. With his head tilted and his eyes closed, Jungkook allowed himself to be pampered by you.
His mind was completely covered with pure pleasure and euphoria. Your lips kissed Jungkook's neck, your hand caressed Jungkook's cock, and Jungkook felt special at that moment, important.
“I want…” Jungkook’s voice was lost in his moans, trying to release words beyond the profanities that trapped his lips. “I want… you. Agh! More… please.”
You held Jungkook's shoulders with your hands again and, now stimulated by the fluids that stained your underwear, your hips began to move gently. The friction you caused seemed divine, guiding your mind to paths of pure pleasure and desire, creating moans in your mouth that were released weakly. Your voice stuck to Jungkook's skin, fixing the euphoria that ran throughout your body in his chest.
With his hands, Jungkook caressed your thighs. Feeling your soft skin in his hands as you brushed against him drove Jungkook crazy. Sighs and moans filled your room, completely drowning out the music that insisted on dictating the rhythm of your movements – but you didn't hear it, you were too focused on Jungkook to notice what was happening around you.
You kissed Jungkook again, your hands pressing down on his body. Jungkook let himself be guided by you, ending up laying down on your bed while he delighted in your intense kisses and precise movements. Your lips were poisonous, corrupting Jungkook's composure, forcing him to moan into your mouth, to squeeze your thighs, to get harder and harder.
“Jungkook…”
How divine it was to hear his name being pronounced by your sinful lips, adorned by the pleasurable sighs that escaped you. “Yea, my love?” And how sublime it was to call you that word with his hoarse voice, immersed in the desire that was trapped in his intense sighs.
“Tell me…” you moved away from Jungkook’s lips and approached his ear, your lips almost caressing it, your tongue teasing his sensitive skin. “Tell me when you’re close.”
You kissed Jungkook's neck, once, twice, three times, and after marking your teeth in the crook of his neck once more, you straightened your back, freely rocking your body on top of Jungkook.
Your friend's eyes were locked on you, completely mesmerized by your sensual movements. There was something about the way your hips moved, the way you brushed against Jungkook so perfectly, that made him impatient for more, completely desperate for you. But he just looked at you, admiring your every movement, retaining in his memory every sound that came out of you.
You were covered in pleasure. Even though you didn't feel Jungkook's penis in its entirety, you were excited – the friction was good, too good, making your intimacy increasingly wet, increasingly thirsty for Jungkook. You wanted more, you wanted much more. But you just brought your hands to your breasts, caressing them with the memory of Jungkook's touch in your mind, moving your hips faster.
Beautiful. You were simply beautiful. With your eyes closed, head tilted back and lips slightly open, you looked magnificent. With hands on your breasts and intimacy soaked, you were divine. Unique. That image was unique to Jungkook. Something he felt was not for his eyes, too lewd for him to be aware of. But, fuck!, how perfect you were.
“I’m…” Jungkook swallowed a moan before speaking, taking a deep breath when you touched the head of his cock. “I’m… agh!, close… close…!”
You smiled at yourself. So fast it was. So hungry he was.
You kissed Jungkook again once, twice, three times, and before separating your lips from his, your hands held Jungkook's, guiding them to your ass, making you smile.
“Use me however you want.” Your voice sounded so low, so perverse in Jungkook's ear that he couldn't stifle a new moan. You were too much for him.
Squeezing your ass, Jungkook helped increase the speed of your movements, making the pressure on him more intense for both of you.
Both you and Jungkook were out of control. Lost in each other's moans, disoriented by the exaltation that coursed through your bodies as part of you. You hid your face in the crook of Jungkook's neck, his fragrance mixed with his sweat clouding your mind. Nothing else existed at that moment. You felt nothing else at that moment other than the excess pleasure that Jungkook gave you with each pressure on your intimacy.
“Jung… fuck! Jungkook, I’m…”
“I’m close,” he repeated, breathlessly, not fully hearing you. His mind was stuck on the way you stained his boxers, completely focused on how perfectly you caressed his penis. “Close…”
“Fuck! Agh, Jung… U-ugh!” You bit Jungkook again when you felt a knot in your stomach, your head spinning when you finally came. A feeling of freedom washed over you, trapping your lips and staining your panties.
You felt good at that moment, completely fulfilled while Jungkook still kept pace, caressing your intimacy excessively, forcing you to let out moans and meaningless words, totally drunk with pleasure.
“Please…” your voice was hoarse, low, not wanting to be heard in its entirety so well you were feeling. “Jungkook, please, aghn!”
“Again,” Jungkook asked between moans, feeling his limit approaching faster and faster. “My… ugh… name!… again.”
You obeyed out of instinct.
“Jungkook.”
Like an enchantment hovering in the air, Jungkook's name sounded once again, embellished by your tired voice, framed by the pleasure he caused you. And that was all it took. Enticed by your voice, Jungkook couldn't contain his euphoria – pearl strands marked stains on his dark boxers, a long, low grunt accompanying Jungkook's climax as he slowed down his movements until he left you motionless on top of him.
Both you and Jungkook were panting.
Still processing the ecstasy that completely washed over your bodies, you and Jungkook remained lying with your eyes closed – your head resting on Jungkook's chest, his hands still resting on your ass. There was a moment of pause. Brief seconds of silence that were cut by music that was too pure for the occasion.
You finally smiled.
You gently lifted your torso and moved a little away from Jungkook's intimacy, just enough to be able to tease him. Your fingers invaded Jungkook's privacy driven by curiosity and were quickly bathed in his essence. You let that white fluid paint your fingers as you created art on Jungkook's penis with his own essence – up, down, on the head, along the entire length.
A small moan sounded between Jungkook's smile, his head lifting a little to see you.
“What’re you doin’?”
“I just wanna see the damage I did,” you shrugged and continued to stimulate Jungkook with his own cum as you smiled to yourself.
“If you continue, you’ll have to take responsibility.”
“Doesn’t seem that bad.”
You looked at Jungkook innocently, the contrast in your wicked smile being enough to drive your friend crazy once again.
All your life you have sought the thrill of feeling alive. And that night, when held in your best friend's arms and drunk on the pleasure he gave you, you almost found the feeling of being alive.
Maybe, but just maybe, the feeling of being alive was similar to the feeling of being worshipped by Jungkook.
Boo please release that Mafia bts work you said you promised some time ago.
Also did you see Hoseok's new pics.
Btw who's your bias
Love you 😘
hiii love <3 i promise promise prooomise it will b out SOON !! i'm j planning everything before commit to it & i'm stuck at this one specific special part that is h u g e buuut i'm brainstorming w my bestie & think we gonna have everything figure out pretty soon 😋
ohhh and HOSEOK LORD WHERE TO BEGIN sigh every time i see anything hoseok related my heart needs a minute cuz he is j too damn fine gOsHH !!! my bias, and altho i love all of them dearly, is yoongi <3 since the moment i saw him my heart decided it was him ehe and urs love?? :3
hello! 🫶 hope you are well. I love your !BTS series, your writing style and creativity are excellent. I thought maybe classmate!BTS could be an interesting idea, for either college or highschool, both I think would be fun to read. have a great week, sending you love!
hellow sweetie, hope ur doing well <3 tysm for the sweet words - it makes me happy knowing yall like my works 😋 and i gotta say that idea is actually the c u t e s t omg ???? already saved it and it will b out soon so look forward to it!!
xvii.do the stars gaze back at us? - the moon knows.
⠀⠀first-time!seokjin, the creator of time.
FIRST-TIME!SEOKJIN who uses butterfly words. Jin's voice was intoxicating, managing to take you to worlds you didn't even know existed – it was his gift. always skillful with his voice, a natural manipulator of words and terms, Jin could guide you through all the unexplored paths that could exist, always assuring you he would be by your side, holding your hand, accompanying you. everything Jin said gave you chills – it was his gift. knowing you like no one else, Jin knew perfectly which words and terminology he should use to evoke certain emotions, and you knew perfectly well that he owned this world of yours. he owned you. 'we have time,' Jin let out a weak laugh before kissing you once more. 'we have all the time in the world, my angel.'
FIRST-TIME!SEOKJIN who is the creator of all time. seconds and hours mingled in Jin's presence. as if usurping any sense of reality, Jin gave you no notion of time, letting eternity kiss your body with his lips. slowly, not wanting to rush what was already beautiful, Jin took his time to venerate you, letting his hand caress you slowly and his eyes memorize every detail of you. you were magnificent, beautiful, an ethereal vision that left Jin's heart thirsting for you. little by little, you and Jin exchanged your secrets, all the imperfections that were loved by the other gaining prominence in that long and drawn-out period of time. 'focus on me. focus on us. let me love all your parts and venerate your existence.'
FIRST-TIME!SEOKJIN who paints on your skin with his love. devotion. veneration. admiration. everything that emerged from Jin was pure passion, wearing shirts of intimate emotions that created a dictionary of pleasure and love. Jin loved you. Jin loved all of you, every feature, every imperfection. all your curves were drawn by his fingers. all your marks were kissed by his lips. everything about you was noticed and admired by Jin in a slow dance of pure idolatry in which you both embraced that night. 'you are everything in the world. everything in me is yours. my love. my pride. my trust. everything i have, everything i feel, is yours and forever will be.'
FIRST-TIME!SEOKJIN who wants you. it was that simple. Jin had wanted you for a long time. ever since he saw you, he knew that something intense was going to emerge between you and now, full of love and devoid of prejudices, Jin was worshiping you as he always wanted, as he always knew he would do. his fingers were feathers on your skin, creating goosebumps with his gentle touch, encouraging small sounds to escape your mouth. his lips were strawberries on your skin, painting your every curve red, pulling gentle sounds from your mouth. ‘you are simply divine. you are simply amazing.’
FIRST-TIME!SEOKJIN who listens to you with all the attention in the world. the sounds coming from your mouth were Jin's favorite melody that night. the way your pronunciation created butterflies in Jin was simply pathetic—and he liked it. yes, keep talking. keep saying what you want, what you like, how you like it. keep guiding Jin through your world as he guides you through life. give Jin that privilege. give him that pleasure. don't be afraid, don't hide behind shame. just let yourself be carried away by Jin and you will enter the ethereal garden of love. 'trust me. let yourself be carried away. let me carry you away. say everything you want. say how much you're enjoying it. confess your sins to me.'
FIRST-TIME!SEOKJIN who promises you a bright future. it was always good to dream with Jin, especially when he was the instigator of the pleasures you were feeling. with Jin by your side, you always saw a future, a tomorrow full of hope and joy that always left you eager for the next day. and that night was no exception. that night, entangled in your sheets and moved by your desires, Jin helped you dream, to walk the paths of devotion that existed within you. nothing seemed insignificant at that moment, not when you and Jin were in sync. you both wanted to dance. you both wanted to dream. you both wanted to go far beyond this world and finally reach the static euphoria of the impossible. 'you're being so good. you're helping me guide you and you're doing an impeccable job. you're behaving so well.'
FIRST-TIME!SEOKJIN who falls asleep enveloped in your caresses. when the butterflies returned home and time resumed its constant drifting through the stars, there was nothing left to do but feel Jin close to you. with his head resting on your chest, his hand lazily caressing any part of you he could touch, Jin patiently awaited your sleep, knowing that in the silence of that moment everything had been said. it was all careful, it was all perfect. neither you nor Jin could ask for anything more, anything better, not when perfection was achieved in a euphoric moment that transcended our reality. 'i love you so much,' his voice came out drawn out, a little low, tired from how much he had communicated with you during those hours of the night. and you smiled. you began to caress Jin's back and smiled at his confession, knowing perfectly well that his passion was as eternal as the time he created.
xvii.do the stars gaze back at us? - the moon knows.
⠀⠀first-time!jimin, the past between us.
FIRST-TIME!JIMIN who smiles at the pronunciation of your name. the syllables of your name curled around Jimin's tongue whenever he kissed you; as if painting your lips, Jimin made sure to keep within his mouth all the eternities that arose in your name. a simple word, a simple pronunciation, a simple name that contained the happiness born from the stars – eternal happiness. your name was whispered carefully, nervous about reciting that song, anxious to see the result of that prayer. what magic was born from your name? what cosmic uncertainties were stripped away by the pronunciation of your name? what fantasies were created by your essence?
FIRST-TIME!JIMIN who feels closer to you. it wasn't the first time Jimin had held you in his arms, but it was the first time you both let go of the shyness that comes with becoming human. your skin was warm, your touch was light, your love was intense. locked in the room, ignoring the sounds of the city and the lightning of the universe, you and Jimin focused only on that moment, on the present. your complicity was growing, you felt it. in your hearts, beating to the rhythm of your love, the intimacy you both shared began to emerge in your fingertips, in the desire of your sighs, in the sparkle of your eyes. 'having you here with me,' he said when he moved away from you enough to speak. 'having you so close to me makes me believe i deserve this life i'm living.'
FIRST-TIME!JIMIN who makes you dream with the touch of his hands. Jimin was an expert at loving you. since he met you, he learned the paths of your soul, walking effortlessly through your essence, managing to reach all the happiness and dreams you held within. knowing you so well was already part of him. and in that moment, in that sin that arose with the naturalness of a smile, Jimin showed you that only he could love you. only his hand traced your body, causing shivers with the lightness of his desire; only his hand caressed your nerves, creating small sighs with the dexterity of his passion; only his hand caused you pleasure, reminding you how much he loved you. 'let me take care of you, please. let me show you how grateful i am for you being in my life.'
FIRST-TIME!JIMIN who always thinks of you. in the delight of your devotion, Jimin only felt your essence in that moment. passion painted your entire body with the lightness of a dream, using Jimin's fiery ink to paint the fantastic pictures that emerged within you. kisses and caresses were few in that moment, both hungry for more, thirsty for love. how was your soul? were you comfortable in that room of pleasures? was your essence lying on the bed of pure devotion that Jimin made for you? were you wrapped in the sheets of Jimin's passion? 'tell me. tell me what you need and let me give it to you.'
FIRST-TIME!JIMIN who asks about your love. what certainties did you have at that moment? the certainty that Jimin loved you – you noticed it from the deep kisses Jimin was desperate to give you; the certainty that you belonged to each other – you noticed it from the way your bodies fit together perfectly; the certainty that there was a future – you noticed it from the hand of the cosmos that maneuvered all possible realities to bring you together in this one. all these certainties arose between you, promises to be uttered in the whispers of your sighs, dreams to be exchanged in the gentleness of your touches. and Jimin wanted to hear them. Jimin wanted to acknowledge them. ‘can you feel it? our love, can you feel it growing? can you feel the vibrations we create with our passion? can you feel our souls becoming one?’
FIRST-TIME!JIMIN who knows your every breath. words weren't necessary when Jimin was with you; even though he had worlds within him that encouraged him to speak, nothing came out of his mouth except proud smiles. Jimin knew you so well. he knew perfectly how to make you happy, how to make you relax, how to make you believe in your future. your sighs made the room plunge into deep devotion, its waters suffocating your soul that refused to beg for air; your sighs were Jimin's favorite sound, making him more focused on your pleasure and making him forget himself; your sighs sounded like a long-known song, the dance you did with him arising with the naturalness of a feeling. nothing more was needed for Jimin to know you were okay – all he needed to hear were your little sighs and pleas for more.
FIRST-TIME!JIMIN who embraces you with all his heart. 'part of me wants to make this day special. it was the first time we let our souls guide us in this wicked world and discovered the true pleasures of love. but part of me wants to comfort this day. today is a mere illusion that makes us believe the present is happening. but what is the present? when we were together, when we were loving each other, wasn't that our present? why would i acknowledge today when our lives are composed of pasts and futures? in the past, i loved you. in the future, i will love you even more.'
