Again, a super fluffy Virgin!Jimin smut. Nothing else.
Honestly, writing this series is giving me diabetes.
You have been warned.
Virgin!Jimin x Reader
Word Count: ~7000
Warnings: Smut, some angst?, super sappy, insecurities, female reader, experienced reader, oral, premature ejaculation
"Look Jimin, this is you!" you laughed, holding up a fluffy little chick plush.
You were always like this, he thought as he rolled his eyes, but smiled and came over to the stand you were at. “Yaaah” he complained as took the plush out of your hand and put it back, playfully smacking your shoulder. He could feel his cheeks blush a bit. “Hey! I wanted to buy that!” you protested, picking up the plushie again. “I’m gonna call it Chimchim” you grinned, teasing him. “Y/N!” he protested but had to giggle and looked down. Why were you always so cute? He’d never get used to it, he was sure of that. You made your purchase despite his complaints and you left the stand. Suddenly, you held up the plushie next to his face. A bit startled he looked at you. You were making a very over the top thinking face and then laughed, taking the plushie into your arms. “It looks exactly like you” you laughed “I can cuddle it when you’re busy”. You smiled, but he felt a little pang of sadness as you said that. He was always busy...
He had managed to take some time off, and there was a little street festival with lots of craft stands that you two had decided to go to. It was always special when you two went on dates even though you had been together for quite a long time. You claimed you didn't mind his work, as long as you had these little moments, but he wasn't sure how much longer you would feel that way, and the insecurities kept creeping up on him. He was getting busier with their increasing success. How much longer until you left him? How much longer until you realised you wanted more than he could give you? How much longer until you found someone else who could?
He loved you. He’s known that for a long time now, yet the doubts he had wouldn’t let him feel safe. Not that he doubted your love for him, no, he knew you loved him. You were so patient with him, so loving and kind. He knew you loved him. Or, at least that you thought you did. But he also felt like you shouldn’t. He felt like you should be with someone who gave you the time you deserved, and... who could...
He sighed. His thoughts took him there again. To the one place, he didn't want to go. Straight into the arms of that haunting ghost, he tries to ignore even though it was always with him like a looming shadow: sex with you. It wasn’t like he disliked the idea of sleeping with you, no, he didn't want anything more than that. The problem was the fear that came with it. How could you possibly please her, the ghost taunted him whenever he would listen, you’re a virgin, a virgin, a virgin could never please her, she deserves better. He knew it was inevitable. Eventually, you two would have to have sex if he wanted to stay with you. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to get over the voice in his head. What if he disappointed you? What if he came right away? What if you didn’t come at all? What if you didn’t like his...
He noticed you had stopped walking and were looking at him. You always picked up on his thoughts- it was almost creepy. There was no hiding a mood shift from you. “What?” he tried anyways. “What’s up?” you asked, tilting your head. He walked over and took your hands in his and gave you a little peck on the forehead. “Later,” he whispered looking you in the eyes. You seemed ever worried about him, ever scared. He wished he could erase your fears somehow, but how? How could he if he couldn't wipe out his own? Deep down he knew the answer to both questions was one and the same: he needed to talk to you.
You pouted, and he pinched your cheek with a smile.
“Come on let’s get something to eat!” he said and skipped ahead, and you followed him with a sigh. He knew that you assumed he wouldn't tell you in the end and just hope you’d forget about it. He’s done that so many times before.
Not this time, he decided just then and there. Tonight, I’ll finally talk to her.
Later that day you got home to your place. You went straight to the kitchen to get refreshments and wash your hands, and he excused himself to the bathroom. Not that he really needed to go. His nerves were killing him.
Ever since he decided to talk to you he’s been anxiously counting the hours until ‘tonight’ rolled by, not able to stop his heart from pounding.
Standing in front of your bathroom sink, looking into the mirror he tried to calm himself down. This can’t be healthy he thought and chuckled, but the fear of having to talk to you had him in a chokehold. Still, he needed to get this done if he wanted a future with you. And he did want one.
From the moment he learned you were not a virgin like he was, he’s been plagued by insecurities. Nightmares even. He’s been through every possible scenario on how it could go wrong. He imagined how you would feel awkward afterwards, how he would let you down, how you’d regret being with him because he was terrible in bed or you didn’t like his dick. Part of him knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t shake the thoughts.
He remembered your first kiss. Your face lightened up so much, your eyes sparkling as you smiled because he finally built up the courage to kiss you.
He remembered your first time... dry humping. You thanked him on that night.
You thanked him for taking that step with you after all this time, even though he didn't do anything. The only thing he ever did was make you wait. And you waited.
He sighed again and opened the tab to splash his face with cold water in an attempt to calm down. Unfortunately, it didn't really work that way he realised as he rubbed his cheeks dry with a hand towel.
Then, with another deep breath, he looked back into the mirror.
Ready.
He went back to the living room, where you were on your phone, sitting on the sofa. You looked up with a smile as he sat down next to you.
Breathe, Jimin, he told himself, breathe.
“What’s wrong?” you instantly asked.
“Um,” he stalled for a second, and his voice quivered out of nervousness. Come on, he mentally encouraged himself, but the pounding of his heart was louder than his thoughts, threatening to jump out of his chest any second.
“I’ve... I wanted to talk to you.”
The instant shift in your expression told him you were expecting the worst.
You looked terrified of what he was about to say.
“No, don’t worry it’s just that I’m... that I” he stuttered.
What was I thinking? He asked himself. What was I even going to say?!
He started to panic, but it was too late to turn back now.
He regretted not having prepared himself better. Maybe he could've written it out at least organised his thoughts at all. He had no idea what to tell you. Instead of making things right he scared the shit out of you.
Great. good job Jimin.
“I love you Y/N” he started in an attempt to reassure you a bit. You looked at him suspiciously, but less scared at least, he noted.
“I wanted to talk to you about... um...” he could feel his cheeks burn as he struggled to find the right words, ” that we still haven’t...”
I can’t say it, he realised as he felt panic wash over him again, I can’t even effing say it, dammit... Much to his relief, your expression shifted to an unspoken ‘ohhh’, signalling to him that you understood.
Not that it made him feel any better.
“Jimin, it’s-” you started, relaxing your posture, but he quickly shook his head.
No more. No more ‘it’s okay’s. No more avoiding the issue.
“No,” he stated, his voice finally finding some stability.
“No, Y/N, I need to talk to you about this. Otherwise... Otherwise, I’ll be forever running from it. And you...” he sighed dejectedly.
“You’ll get tired of waiting eventually.”
You stayed silent as you studied his face.
“I’m...” he wet his lips looking for the right words. “I’m just...”
Breathe, Jimin, he had to remind himself.
“I’m really scared.” he weakly managed to admit.
You opened your mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, knowing him well enough to know he just needed to speak now.
Crestfallen, he continued. “I’m scared I’ll let you down. I’m scared I’ll suck. I’m scared you won’t be happy and... I’m scared you’ll leave me for someone who's... better” only managing to whisper the last words. The bottled up anxiety formed a knot in his throat, yet, he felt a heavy weight lift from his shoulders. With every word he spoke his ghost grew weaker, losing power over him.
“Jimin...” you tried again, and again he shook his head, telling you he wasn’t done yet. You looked so loving. Like you just wanted to hug him but you let him continue, and he was thankful for that.
“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated “I really do. And I want to have a future with you. I want to be with you, and I want to love you like you deserve. But I’m not doing that. I’m only making you wait,” he finally explained.
“I’m not unsure about us. I’m unsure about myself, and I keep asking myself if you don't deserve better. I keep thinking ‘what if we have sex and she’s so disappointed that she regrets being with me?’ I know this it’s important to you and ” He looks down heavy-hearted. “I can’t compare. I don't know anything about how to... How to make you happy.”
After a few moments of silence, you seemed to realise he was done for now and you spoke up, taking his hands into yours. His heart was racing, dreading what you were going to say.
“Jiminie...” you shook your head with a smile. “Babo.”
He looks up at you wide-eyed. “Babo?” he felt a little hurt until he saw your expression. “Why didn't you...-” you started but shook your head again.
“Ah- I don't even know where to start!” you exclaimed, squeezing his hands.
Now it was his turn to wait and let you speak.
“Jimin, first of all, I love you. Don't ever doubt that, okay? I love you, and I don't care that you’re virgin, I really don't. I don't expect you to be amazing, I don't expect you to last long at all, and I don't expect you know anything about the female body. I don't want to have sex with you because I think you’ll make me lose my mind or something like that! And... I don’t know if I can please you either! The reason I want to have sex with you is that I love you, and I want to experience that with you... And I would never ever leave you because you're inexperienced! How could even think that?!” You huffed. “Besides, it isn't something you’re instinctively great at anyways. You can learn how to ‘make me feel good’ as you put it, and I’ll learn how to pleasure you too!” you look down and shake your head before returning your gaze back to him.
Hearing you say that, having it spelt out for him, suddenly made him feel really stupid for doubting you. He knew you weren't with him for sex.
He did know you better than to really think you would leave him if your first time were terrible, yet the insecurities he had were never rational, to begin with.
Speaking to you, however, allowed him to let go of them, to kill his demons, and the pressure he felt since the first conversation finally left his chest.
The ghost shut up and left, leaving behind a feeling that he was safe with you.
He chuckled and shook his head before squeezing your hands. “I’m sorry I’m such an idiot” he smiled and pulled you in to hug you.
“And here I was, thinking you didn't want me” you laughed.
He pulled back and violently shook his head at that.
“No! Of course, I want you...” he feels himself blushing again.
“I don't know why I have these insecurities, I just...” he sighed.
“I just wished I knew how...” he struggled to find his words again and felt his cheeks burn, but you just giggled and cupped his face for a moment.
“Don't worry, Jimin,” you smiled, “You’ll learn it in no time!”
He stayed quiet for a second, thinking.
“Will you teach me?”
“Huh?” He could tell his question caught you off guard. “Teach you?” you giggled again. “Of course I’ll teach you. And you’ll teach me what makes you feel good okay?” You smiled again and planed a little peck on his nose. As if to complain about the location of the kiss, he pouted and then leaned back in and kissed you properly, lifting his hand to cup your cheek in the process.
When your lips connected this time, he realised just how much this whole thing had strained his relationship with you. This kiss felt so much purer than any that came before. It wasn't darkened by doubts. He wasn't counting the seconds until you wanted more and he’d inevitably stop the make-out session. He didn't feel like he had to hold back anymore. Your hand found your way from his shoulder to his hair - a feeling he adored. The way you gently pulled his hair as you played with it never failed to make his heart race. He reached around your back, one hand in the small of your back, the other on your shoulder blades, and he pulled you closer to him as you continued to kiss over and over again, tongues finding their way into the mix. He’s never felt more content than in this moment, in your embrace, and he let that feeling consume him completely.
With each kiss, his breaths felt heavier and heavier. The tingling feeling of your tongues meeting sent blood straight down to his crotch, and he could feel his member rapidly swell, straining against the fabric of his jeans like it had so many times before. But tonight it wasn't a red light, signalling him to stop. He moved away a bit, his hand moving from the small of your back to rest against your hip. He lifted the other hand up to push stray stands of hair behind. Then he caressed your cheek as he looked into your eyes.
“Teach me”, he merely whispered.
You looked at him wide-eyed as he pulled back and stood up, reaching out his hand to you. You slowly reached out and took it. He pulled you up from the sofa and silently led you to your bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. His heart was racing so prominently that he could hear it in his ears. The flutter in his stomach was enough to make him feel lightheaded. He didn't know what was going to happen, but frankly, he didn't care. The night was already perfect.
Once there, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you again.
It felt different to him. You had made out many times before, and last time... you did so much more, but this felt different. It felt complete.
He gently walked you towards the bed as he continued planting gentle kisses on your lips. When your calves hit the side of the bed, he slowly lowered you onto the mattress. He looked into your eyes before giving you one last kiss and then he pulled away and kneeled before you.
You propped yourself up, looking at him confused, then surprised.
“You mean...” you start, unbelieving, and he nods immediately.
He could feel his heart pounding in every vein as he watched you nod and spread your legs a little to make room for him. Praying he wouldn't faint, he moved closer and lifted his hands to unbutton your jeans. He bit his lips as he started to pull them down. Your scent reached his nose as he pulled down your trousers together with your pants and was faced with your bare sex for the first time. He froze as soon he exposed you enough to see it properly. To him, it was like seeing a celebrity in real life. Something he’d only ever seen on a screen was right there in front of him. And it was yours. It was your folds he was blessed enough to look at, and it was your arousal he smelled. And you smelled amazing. He could feel his heartbeat everywhere. In his chest, his throat, his head and... his dick. He didn't even know he could get this hard, but all he could think about was you, bare in front of him.
He looked up at you and saw you looking uncomfortably to the side.
It was at that moment he realised that you too must have your own insecurities to fight. That you must've been just as scared that he wouldn't like you or find you odd looking as he was. That you must’ve felt pressured to make it perfect for him because you were going to be his first.
That you wouldn't be able to live up to his expectations.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, finding your eyes.
You smiled. It was the kind of smile you gave when you felt relieved about something. He smiled back and took off your pants completely. Then he lifted his hand and pushed your thighs apart, and you leaned back on your elbows, allowing him a better view. The wish to touch you, kiss you, taste you was overwhelming to him, but before he dared to do anything he looked back at you for permission. You nodded. “Go ahead.”
He looked back down and bit his lips. With one hand he reached out to touch you for the first time ever. To feel your wetness. He stroked you carefully, with the back of one finger, as though he might break you if he used too much force. You felt so warm and soft. So wet. His breath caught in his throat as he gathered up your leaking arousal. Fascinated, he watched it pull strings from his finger to your glistening folds. So this was how it felt. After that night on the sofa, he had found himself wondering what you would feel like every night. Your wetness had soaked through the layers of fabrics and onto his dick. It made him lose himself. He wasn't sure if you had realised that you wet his dick that night, that he had felt you, but he only found himself wondering how wet you must've been for it to soak through that much.
Now, finally, he could see for himself. Feel for himself.
He started to spread your wetness around a bit, rubbing your clit in the process and a moan escaped you. Surprised, he looked up at you again.
“There’s good,” you said, moving your hand to rub yourself for him so he could see. He observed carefully to make sure he remembered precisely where you were touching yourself. Then he moved your hand aside to replace it with his own. With his thumb, he started delicately caressing the sensitive nub, closely watching your reaction. You threw your head back with a breathy groan. That was enough encouragement for him to increase the pressure slightly, drawing more moans from you.
Overcome with a wave of confidence, he smiled, pulled his hand away and instead grabbed on to your thighs from below. Then he leaned in to plant a kiss on the sweet spot. Surprised, your head shot back, and you watched him, buried between your legs. When he pulled away and licked his lips, he could taste you on them. It was different than he thought, but really, he didn't actually know what he was expecting. Certainly not how much the smell and taste of your arousal would rile him up. His dick was throbbing at this point, but all he wanted was to make you moan again. He leaned back in, carefully pushing out his tongue against your clit. As he started moving around, pressing it against you, you threw your head back again, moaning and breathing heavily.
“Jimin...” you moaned his name breathlessly, and he felt himself smile.
“Ah...” you continued moaning as he gave you a little flick of his tongue.
“Jimin, can you... suck... it?” You asked him carefully, lifting your head to look at him again. You bit your lip as you made eye contact. He immediately complied and connected his lips to your sex, gently sucking on your clit.
You started moaning heavily but kept watching him, as if it was the best scene you’ve seen in your life. He felt more and more at ease with every one of your moans, knowing he was bringing you pleasure. A thought crossed his mind, and he added his tongue, sucking and rubbing circles at the same time. He heard your breath get caught in your throat as you gave him an unusually high pitched moan, reassuring him in his movements. If his mouth weren't busy, he’d be grinning from ear to ear.
You were starting to sweat, and the perspiration gathering on your skin made it glow, reminding him of your last time when he watched you wear yourself out against his clothed dick. He remembered the movement of your breasts as you slid back and forth and how soft they felt under his touch.
“Y/N...Can you take your shirt off again?” he asks quietly, surprised at how breathless he was himself. “Ah, of course” you quickly retorted and pulled it off immediately. He watched in anticipation as you rolled the fabric over your body, revealing your chest to him once more. Then you moved your hands around your back. As you undid your bra, he unconsciously held his breath, waiting for you to open up your beautiful breasts to his eyes again.
It was captivating to him how every little one of your movements made your pillowy breasts bounce a little as you pulled your bra off and threw it to the side. With a smile, he leaned back in, sucking and licking your clit as he watched your breasts move from his new angle. You seemed to enjoy yourself, softly moaning as he continued.
"Jimin-” you drew out between moans after a while.
“Please... I need your fingers...” Huh? Fingers? Right... umm...
He let go of one of your thighs and leant back so he could see what he was doing. As he lifted up his hand towards your heat again, he looked back at you, not quite sure what exactly he was supposed to do.
You smiled. “Like this,” you said as you moved down your own hand and ran two fingers up and down your soaking entrance, creating lewd sounds that were like music to his ears. Then they both suddenly slid in, effortlessly, and you moaned at the feeling of your own hand. He looked at your face, contorted in pleasure and then back at your fingers, which you were shoving in and out and a fast pace. He watched for a bit, taking in every detail of the almost pornographic scene playing out in front of him... for later recollection. When he felt like he memorised your pace and angles, he grabbed your wrist, halting the movement of your fingers which seemed to snap you back to reality. As he pulled out your hand, he could see your arousal dripping from your fingers and your sex, pulling strings between the two, before they ripped and dropped down. It was the most beautiful thing he’s seen in his life. He let go of your wrist, and you put it back to support your weight again.
Acting on the sudden urge to taste you more, he took hold of your thighs again and dove back in, this time running his tongue along your slit. He collected your arousal, placing open mouthed kisses along the way, making you moan again. Then he felt tongue dipped into your entrance. Surprised at the heat and softness of it, he quickly pulled back. Then, he moved his hand to finally give you his fingers.
Biting his lip, he carefully positioned one finger at your entrance and pushed it in slowly. The texture surprised him. It didn't feel as smooth as he expected it to be, and it was warmer, but... in a good way. He started to slowly move his digits in and out, fascinated by the way they just disappeared inside of you. You felt tight, your walls were snug around his finger, and he could feel you pulsating. He wondered how you could possibly fit his dick inside of you.
And... how it would be to finally enter you for the first time, how all the ridges inside of you would feel around his member...
“Jimin, please” you pleaded. He looked up at you again. You looked so breathless and sweaty, it made his dick twitched in its constraints. When you saw his face, you bit your lip and he wondered what he looked like. He could feel your juices smeared around his mouth, emitting your scent right under his nose for him to get high on. Could you see them too?
“I can take two.” You continued, making him snap out of his thoughts.
He nodded and pulled out his finger until the last digit and added a second one. Slowly, he tried pushing them in. To his surprise, they slid in effortlessly, and you moaned out. It had already felt so tight with one, but somehow it felt the same with two fingers. He started moving them faster, like you had before, much so to your pleasure. Your body relaxed visibly as he repeatedly pushed his fingers in deep inside of you. When he went faster, your body started moving with the force, and he was mesmerised by the way your breasts bounced with every thrust of his hand. This is amazing, he thought to himself.
“Jimin, can you like... bend your fingers?”
Once again, he obliged and tried to curl his fingers a bit as he continued pushing them in. “Like this?” he asked, a little confused about your request. “M-hm,” you nodded, “if you move them around a bit you can fin- AH” you started explaining, but cut yourself off with a loud moan.
“Oh my god, right there, Jimin” you moaned and threw your head back. He ran his drenched fingers over the same area he touched when you reacted, and you cried out again, making him realise he found a good spot. He smiled.
Making sure he kept hitting it as he continued thrusting his hand, he leant back in to suck at your clit again, like you had shown him before. When his lips connected, your breath caught in your throat and you moaned so loudly you could almost call it a scream. He kept going, settling at a fast pace, alternating the movements of his tongue every once in a while, testing out different things and learning from your reaction what you liked and what you didn't react to.
He noted you kept tensing up more and more as he continued. He felt your thigh muscles stiffen and twitch under his hands, and your breathing grew increasingly shallow. The way you were reacting to his touch was incredible. While at first, he was unsure of what he was doing, he started to feel more and more confident as the minutes passed. Every sound you made taught him something about the right pace, spots and angles and as he learned he earned more and more moans. After a while, he managed to let stop thinking too much about the exact techniques and just let himself enjoy you.
All of a sudden, you moaned almost as if in pain, causing him to dart up surprised. With a twitch of your muscles, he felt your walls convulsing around his fingers and you grabbed his wrist, pushing his fingers in as you struggled to catch your breath. After a few seconds, you calmed down enough to pull his fingers out. It took him a moment to realise he had made you cum.
He really made you cum.
“oh... oh my god Jimin” You called out breathlessly. He sat in between your legs, looking up at your fucked out face with wet fingers and a wet face and he loved it. He couldn't help but grin happily.
“oh god” you kept mumbling, and he felt pride creep up on him.
Why the hell had he wasted so much time being scared of this? It was amazing.
I made her cum, I made her cum, is all he could think. You looked so blissed out, so hot and he was the reason for it. It wasn't that hard with your guidance, be he was still proud of himself. He brushed his fingers over his cheeks, smiling as he felt the traces of your wetness on him.
“Ahh-” you let yourself fall onto the bed, chest heaving.
“...Are you sure you’re virgin, Jimin?” you chuckled after a moment, lifting up your head. He just laughs at that. “I’m serious! That was amazing.” You sat up again and shook your head. “You’re just a good teacher,” he replied and stood up to sit next to you on the bed. As he moved, he noticed how painfully hard his erection had become and he looked down to find it straining against his jeans, creating a prominent bulge. You seemed to have seen it too.
“May I return the favour?” you asked him carefully. He smiled.
“... Yes.”
He looked at you, finally giving you permission to touch him. He could swear he could see you well up a bit, and you seemed so thankful. It was ridiculous that you looked so happy that you could suck him off. He really had made you wait too long, he thought as he sat back and you moved off the bed. You kneeled in front of him, virtually changing positions.
He watched as you undid his belt and pulled it out. You were smiling.
He watched you unbuttoning his trousers and still, you were smiling. You looked as excited about this as if you were unwrapping a Christmas present you’ve waited for the whole year or more. It made him chuckle.
“What?” you looked up at him surprised by his reaction.
“Nothing,” he shook his head, still smiling contently. “You just look cute.”
For some reason, that made you laugh. “Cute?” you questioned. “Ahh really, Jimin,” you giggled, “I’m about to give you head, and you call me cute.”
That made you both laugh, but nonetheless, you continued to pull down his zipper. Then you paused for a second and looked at him before you moved your hands to his waistband. He could feel your fingers tickle his skin as you pulled his trousers down, revealing his erection in his cotton underwear. There was a small wet patch at the tip of his member from the precum, and he felt a little bit embarrassed by it, even though it wasn't something weird. You stared at it mesmerised, and he would've felt uncomfortable if you didn't look so damn pleased. It felt so... right... to be intimate with you. You nacked figure between his legs, you hands lifting slowly to touch him for the first time, it was all so amazing to him. He knew he’d come right away, heck he felt like he could blow his load right then and there, but... he didn't care.
He was just happy.
He involuntarily groaned as soon as your hands made contact. You started to stroke him slowly over the fabric, exploring the curves of his penis, still hidden away. You took your time with it, and he let you. You had waited so long. Then, as if you suddenly grew impatient, you slid your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, stopping for a brief second just before his bulge. He could tell you held your breath as you finally pulled it down all the way, letting his member spring free before you. You looked up at him happily, and he smiled. You reached out and to his surprise immediately grabbed his dick, caressing it softly. It was enough for another drop of precum to drip out.
Fuck, it feels so good, and she’s hardly even doing anything yet, he thought to himself and bit his lip. Having someone else's hand wrapped around his shaft was so much more different to his own than he expected. So much better. You made sure to not pull on his skin as there was no lubrication, but you continued just feeling him in your hand for another moment. The way you were looking at him made him feel beautiful. He felt so wanted, so loved and it felt incredible. He couldn't keep his eyes off you for a second, and when you slowly leaned in, he held his breath in anticipation.
He saw your tongue flick out just before he felt it on him. You just gave him a little flick to catch the droplet of precum, and he grunted, another drop following immediately. You smiled as you quickly picked that one up too and pulled back to taste him, looking straight into his eyes. So hot, he thought, eyes glued to your mouth as you licked your lips. Then you leaned back in, still looking up, and you kissed his sensitive tip, gradually evolving it into licking and soft sucking. He moaned out loudly and closed his eyes for a second, just enjoying the feeling. Your mouth was so warm and wet and so, so soft. Skillfully, your tongue played with the tip of his cock as you kept giving it open-mouthed sloppy kisses, holding his dick like a lollipop. You then suddenly took his entire head in and sucked hard as you pulled off your mouth with a smack.
“Jimin?” you called out to him softly.
“U-huh” he breathlessly managed to answer, mentally returning from heaven.
“Where.. do you want to cum?”
“Huh?” he abruptly looked at you.
“I’m... do you have anything in mind I mean?” you asked a little bit awkward.
He hadn't even thought about that. Where did he want to cum? He often dreamt of coming on your face but... he’d only ever watched porn. Do people do that real life? Could he ask that or was that weird? He suddenly realised he didn't even really know what the options were...
“Um,” he looked to the side a bit unsure.
“I mean...” you shifted a bit.
“I can swallow, or... you can come on my face or breasts...” your voice became quieter with every word you added. “I just.. want to know ahead of time?”
On her face...
“... anything is fine...” he replied cautiously, but you wouldn't have it.
“...can I... on... your face...” he felt his cheeks flush as he spoke. He still felt a bit uncomfortable saying things like that out loud, even with you naked between his legs. You smiled and nodded. “Give me a heads up, okay?” Then you pulled his dick towards you again and dove back in, licking a trail from the base all the way up to the tip. When you reached the top, you wrapped your lips around it and went down slowly. He let out a long moan as you did, watching you through half opened eyes, not able to look away. The feeling was indescribable, and so was the view. Your mouth filled with his cock as you shamelessly made eye contact with him. You kept going, further down each time around, taking in more and more of him and sucking harder as you did. How far can she...?
When you suddenly swallowed around him, it happened.
“AH-” He jumped, surprised himself at the sudden orgasm. He quickly tried to somehow communicate to you that he was about to come, but he already started filling your mouth as he quickly pulled out. “Ah, fuck” he got out breathlessly. You looked caught off guard as the first spurts of cum flooded your mouth, but you promptly gathered yourself and grabbed onto his shaft again, holding it steady, pointed at your face. Fuck. White steaks of cum hit your cheeks and dripped on your tongue, painting a picture taken straight out of his fantasies. A string of curses left his lips as the last bits of cum covered your face and you sat in front of him lewdly taking it as if it was the cure for cancer. He’s never seen anything this hot before. How could anything even compare?
He watched the liquid slowly glide down your skin as he tried to catch his breath. You let go of his softening dick and instead used the hand to collect a few drops and suck them off your fingers.
Looking into each other's eyes, you both suddenly started laughing.
“Ah...” he ruffled his hair with a smile, “I’m sorry, that was so quick.”
He wished it had lasted longer, that he could've felt your mouth on him more, but he wasn't too mad about it.
"And I didn't warn you...” he looks back at you sheepishly. You giggled.
“Well.. did you like it?” He hurriedly nodded, “Yes of course!”
“That’s all I need,” you smiled happily, “don't worry about anything else.”
You stood up and stretched out your legs. “I better go clean up before it dries,” you announced as you walked towards the bathroom.
You left the room, and he remained seated, relishing in the afterglow. One simple conversation was all it took, he chuckled as his eyes shifted down to his exposed crotch. Almost like in a trance he stayed like that, his mind empty of all thoughts just feeling tired and happy. It was only when you returned that he snapped out of it. You held a little towel, wet by the looks of it, and beamed at him. “You alright?” you inquired as you approached him. He just nodded and smiled bashfully. “Tired?” Again, he merely nodded.
“Me too,” you admitted. Holding out the towel towards his lower region you spoke again: “May I?” A little sound of affirmation was all he could manage, he felt so sleepy even though all he did was sit. Upon contact with his skin, he realised you had warmed the towel with hot water so it would be more comfortable to him. That's so much like you, he thought, always so considerate and sweet. He fondly watched you as you cleaned him up with care and then got up to return the towel to the bathroom. He shuffled under the covers and felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him, so much so that he felt like he was already drifting away by the time you returned.
“Jimin?” you whispered, unsure whether or not he was still awake.
“mhm,” he quietly hummed. With a chuckle, you flipped off the lights, and he heard your footsteps as you walked over to the bed in the dark. The mattress shifted as you slipped under the duvet and made yourself comfortable. Overcome with the sudden urge to cuddle you, he turned around and wrapped his arms around your soft, warm body, contently smiling and you hugged him back. He doubted he ever felt so thoroughly comfortable with you, so secure and calm. I should've talked to her ages ago.
“I love you, Jimin,” he heard you whisper.
“I love you too, Y/N” he smiled as he drifted off to sleep.
