Warm sweater paws cover two hands holding each other tightly in a city lit up in silver and amber lights. That of a kind girl who had no idea she’d be in this situation just three months ago when she offered her ears and emergency tissue pack to a lost and sobbing idol. She would’ve helped him no matter his level of fame since she believed him to be one of the many homeless young adults in Seoul’s fall covered streets.
Connections grew quickly in the form of secret meetings and even more secret hickeys. Though, that wasn’t the focus of now. Today was Christmas and one of the most lucrative Couples’ Holidays in South Korea as mostly those who were in pairs travelled the streets today. Sunlight sparkled on the frosted sidewalks and snow covered grassy areas.
“Jagiya, make sure to wear your scarf properly.” Park Jimin said with kind eyes and a soft grin, stopping your travels to pull up a soft mint colored fleece scarf that had been wrapped around cheeks to keep the cold out.
Nimble fingers shook free of the cotton knit sweater covering his hands to tug at the top of the winter fabric and made sure it rested on the top of your nose.
“I don’t want you getting sick, so you have to stay as warm as possible. I will do the same.” He said, pulling up his own pink fleece and then returning his hands to the oversized sleeve.
Hot and happy cheeks moved with a nodding head, “Ok, oppa. I will.” You loved him more than anything in the world even with knowing each other for such a short time.
Hands covered in matching mittens found each other once more as the Christmas outing continued. A café was first where hot cocoa and coffee were mixed in a delicious balance and swirled with a rather large peppermint stick. Glances were shared back and forth, giddy and excited to have this time together.
It was a very unpopular section of the big city, making masks easy to take off. People had speculated about the BTS fairy to be dating someone, but cold never pinpoint who it was with. Most were sure it was one of the hair stylists or an interviewer. Not some random chick who suddenly paused in the middle of the sidewalk, asking him to slow down as she clutched his arm.
He giggled at how cute you were and pulled you into the snow covered playground were the two made snow angels and threw snowballs at each other before the realization hit…warmth spread throughout your cheeks as she noticed people looking at them. Most likely in awe of how cute they were being in the snowy scene, but she couldn’t help worry that they knew.
“My fingers are getting cold, oppa.” You said to your loving boyfriend who was keeping a close eye on you since you dropped the snowball in your hand instead of pegging him with it.
So he sought out warmth for his love in the form of a street vendor’s cup of soup. Red soup held a variety of vegetables and squishy rice cakes to be sipped in order to heat the body from the inside out, hopefully not staining the pastel scarves that were in season this year. Your hands still shook out of shyness and glances felt like they lingered too long and were too desperate.
Jimin nuzzled up next to your cheek and smiled at how you jumped slightly, but he told you not to drop the cup. You wouldn’t want to make a mess for the vendor, would you ? A shake of the head, a few more sips, and the sunset came rather quickly.
Your legs were tired, but the couple rarely spent this much time together. Both of you were so very determined to make it last. As it got darker, every light came on. Red and green and white. Rainbows brightened up almost every store front as confident and curious feet walked towards a light show. At the location, there was still a half hour until it began, so Jimin pushed back his hair and suggested you two go through the lit up archways designated to have pictures taken in front of them, for lovers and friends to meander and look at the different Christmas light creations made for the season.
The couple walked slowly, taking your time to point and talk about what they liked the most, sometimes noticing if a light was out, breaking the dazzling display for just a moment.
As the show began, Park Jimin held you tightly in front, making sure his touches were not too mature in case there was a child about with their parents and yet still doing enough to make your legs weak. Your breath got heavy at his teasing caresses and you wanted to close your eyes in order to revel in the moment a bit more.
“Why are you closing your eyes, jagiya? The light show is there.” A falsely innocent chuckle came from his throat as hands stayed still around your waist, no longer moving.
Slightly teary eyes looked up at him with a needy gaze, only getting a smile in return that reached his eyes. The night wasn’t over, yet.
Jimin still wanted to build a snowman in the park, using found rocks for eyes and mouth. A set of discarded chopsticks turned into walrus like teeth, bringing a sense of humor to the piece. He noticed you had stopped moving again, simply clutching at the coat he had gotten you with vigor.
His hand grabbed your’s, “Is it too much?”
“N-no.” You panted out. “No, not at, not at all. I just think.” You shook your head and smiled, “I’m hungry again, oppa. Let’s go eat.”
Since it was already quite cold out, the couple decided to share a warm fish bun filled with white bean paste that had been dyed green for the season. The addition of half red beans completed the jolly insides. Selfies were taken of the most coupley poses. Smiles on both of your faces and in your hearts as you sat on a warmed bench.
Jimin then stood up to throw the packaging into the recycling bin before returning to you biting your lip and trying to focus, although it was hard to do. Instinctively, you put your legs tightly together and covered your mouth with your hand as lids bolted shut for the next 30 seconds.
Your darling boyfriend then whispered into your ear once you regained your senses, “That was way too cute. I think it’s time to go home, now.”
His hand reached out to yours as you nodded, holding it and standing on wobbly legs. There was no choice for you but to lean on him the whole time he drove you two back to your apartment.
The idol took off your jacket for you, followed by shoes, then socks. The sweater you were wearing was thrown on the back of the chair at the kitchen table.
“Show me.” Came the simple order once he was sat on the gray couch, still completely dressed while you were only in your bottoms and bra.
Taking off the bottoms, it was clear to see the glistening mess on your thighs that had been dripping the entire day. Jimin took out his phone and began to swipe his thumb upwards. Now inside, you could let out your moan as it ripped through you, no strength left in your body, you fell on your knees, legs spread with hands clawing at the carpet in front of you, knowing he’d deny you what you had been waiting for all day if you touched yourself.
“Come here.”
But you couldn’t. It was too hard and felt too good.
A serious head tilt, “Don’t make me repeat myself, jagi~”
Mustering every ounce of energy you had remaining, you pulled yourself up and walked towards him, spreading your legs the way he liked. His finger went into the neon pink hole and pulled out the thick bullet vibrator which had been going off inside you the entire time during your outing.
“Oppa, I’m gonna--!”
Small hands pulled your front to his mouth, allowing him to drink up your orgasm. You had cum several times today, not being able to walk or move an inch as it washed over your body. Most of you hoped that no one would see or notice that you were experiencing mind melting orgasms in public.
Just while you were shaping snowballs, he would turn the vibration on. In the middle of eating, he’d turn it higher and tell you not to drop the soup cup in your shock of sudden intense vibration. Even when he was just throwing away an empty container that formally held Christmas fish bread, he had put it up so high that you couldn’t help but climax on a park bench.
You knew you were being too loud, but you couldn’t help it, “O...oppa, oppa~~~!!!”
You felt your body get lower and your head rested on his shoulder while your legs straddled a thick thigh. The only thing you could see was your apartment through tears of pleasure and exhaustion.
Jimin rubbed your back while patiently crooning, “You did so well, Y/N. I’m so proud of you. Y/N made me so proud.”
You nuzzled your face into his sweater, “Did I really?”
“Of course you did, Y/N. Oppa’s very proud of you. This was the best Christmas ever.”
You giggled and then looked at his face, “What about part two?”
“What’s part two?” He asked, puzzled until you began to rub your still dripping pussy against his leg. “Are you sure you have enough energy for part two?”
“I have enough energy for whatever you want me to do, oppa.” You replied with glittering eyes before kissing him deeply, tasting every part of his mouth and your own liquid as well. “Merry Christmas, oppa.”
He flipped you onto the couch and thrust himself inside of you without hesitation, “Merry Christmas, jagi.” Jimin growled before riding you for the rest of the night.
You couldn’t wait to do this to him on New Year’s.
