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When Jimin looks in the mirror, he sees wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and plump lips. The candle light that surrounds him basks him in a warm glow, and it makes him look more angelic than he feels. His cheeks are only flushed because of the blush that had been carefully put on his face, his lips are naturally plump but it’s been accentuated with red gloss, and his eyes have been carefully made up with kohl to make them appear bigger.
His slim shoulders are hugged by a white satin robe with intricate blue lining, and underneath it, Jimin can feel goosebumps rise all over his skin. The white, lacy fabric of his lingerie itches a little, but that’s the least of his problems.
It’s his wedding night.
Just about a year ago, Jimin’s mother had sat him down for a serious conversation over a cup of tea. Jimin had had an inkling for what it could be about, but to hear his suspicions being affirmed like that, it came as a shock to his system.
“My dear, you have reached the age of seventeen last week, and you know what this means, right?” His mother had spoken in her soft voice. The wrinkles around her eyes showed her age, but to Jimin they showed her love. His mother was always smiling, except for now.
“I don’t think so, mother,” Jimin had answered. Seventeen could mean lots of things. It could mean higher education, it could mean entering the workforce, it could mean marriage. But Jimin wasn’t interested in that at all, so he didn’t think marriage was relevant. How wrong he had been.
“Well, since you are seventeen now, I deemed it the right moment for you to share your future with you.”
Jimin had nodded, taking a sip from his tea when his mother had dropped the bomb.
“We have found you a fiance.”
The tea went down his windpipe and the tears in his eyes weren’t only from the close call with drowning by oolong tea.
“Mother… what do you mean?”
The look in her eyes showed nothing but pity and pain, and Jimin felt uncomfortable in his own skin.
“Someone from the city has expressed his interest in your hand in marriage, and, I’m sorry my dear, but we couldn’t decline.”
“What do you mean, you couldn’t?” Jimin hadn’t liked the phrasing, and then he understood. His family struggled with money. Once wealthy, it all changed when his father and uncle had a fallout, leaving his uncle with the riches and his father with the mess. If someone was interested in Jimin as a potential partner, they must have offered enough money for his parents to accept.
“Jimin-ah…” his mother had sounded as if she’d already lost him, and in a way, she had. Jimin’s heart broke in a way he had never experienced before. Their acceptance of the situation and the willingness to give up their son for money was such a raw reality to deal with, he wasn’t sure if his heart would ever recover from the deep cut.
Arranged marriages happened often, and Jimin had been to his fair share of weddings in his life. The parties were grand, the ceremonies an abundance of wealth-display. For kids it meant playing tag on the dancefloor, eating grown-up food and falling asleep on chairs or wooden benches. Whenever Jimin went to a wedding, he liked it, but now that it was set to be his own, he didn’t quite know how enthusiastic he was about the whole idea.
At least his fiance seemed alright.
Jimin had met the man a month after his mother broke the news, a meeting in the city at a posh restaurant somewhere high up in a building. Jimin had been put in his best clothes, an outfit to accentuate his body and make him look as desirable as possible. A silken blue blouse showed off his neckline and collarbones, his legs and ample ass defined by fitting slacks. On his feet, a pair of formal shoes showed off his thin ankles, the delicate golden band around the left one signaling he belonged to his family.
Within a year, it would be replaced by another anklet.
The nerves had eaten Jimin alive, he couldn’t stop bouncing his feet and biting his lip, resulting in his mother gripping his arm in a vulture-like grip to get him to behave.
“Don’t show your nerves. You need to be pliant, show how good of a partner you can be,” she’d hissed in his ear. Jimin listened just to get his hands off of her.
They had arrived at the restaurant before Jimin’s fiance, giving him some time to settle and get familiar with his surroundings before facing his doom.
The tables stood at a respectable distance from each other, ensuring the privacy of the patrons of the restaurant. Here and there, Jimin could see dishes being put in front of people. It all looked very nice, but he wondered how tasty it would be, too.
Then, two pairs of sure footsteps could be heard behind him, and Jimin had stiffened in his seat.
“Mrs Park, nice to meet you,” a deep voice came from beside them. Jimin looked up through his lashes, and was met with the sight of two men. They seemed full adults at the end of their twenties. The man that spoke had short hair combed into a neat style, a lean yet broad build with tan skin and a pair of dimples making their presence known when he smiled.
Jimin’s mother stood up to bow and shake his hand, exchanging pleasantries while Jimin waited for his turn.
He studied the man standing next to the one that spoke, and his breath had hitched. He was looking right at him, big and dark eyes fixed on his face. A small, pouty mouth curled up in a lazy smirk as he tilted his head slightly back, and in that moment Jimin knew.
That was his fiance.
That was the man that had seen Jimin somewhere and decided he wanted to marry him. He’d never seen the man before, so Jimin couldn’t help but feel a little confused. A sharp elbow to the side had gotten him out of his thoughts.
“You’ll have to excuse him, he has a habit of getting into his head a lot,” His mother laughed a little strangled, and then she turned to Jimin. “Introduce yourself, dear.”
So Jimin did; he stood up, bowed, and shook hands in a respectable manner.
“Nice to meet you, Jimin, my name is Kim Namjoon and this is Jeon Jeongguk, who I’m sure you’ll know is your fiance.”
Jimin simply nodded.
He didn’t know shit, thank you very much.
Dinner passed by, and at the end, Jimin had felt like a product his mother was trying to advertise in the best way possible.
“Yes, he was top of his class during primary and secondary school, with a special interest in literature and history. He excelled in his cooking classes, actually. Jimin, tell them about your favourite dishes to make.”
That’s how it went on. To Jimin, it felt more like an entirely too long interview than a first meeting with his fiance. In the end, all that Jeongguk had told about himself was how he did something in finance, liked going to the gym and hiking in the mountains, and he had a dog.
That was all Jimin had on the man he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Wedding preparations had gone by smoothly, to everyone’s surprise. The venue was booked, the cake and catering ordered, invitations sent. Jimin had to go to the tailor twice again for altering his suit, the tailor having to take it in a bit because Jimin lost weight. He didn’t do it intentionally, but he guessed it was the stress that contributed to it.
Then, the week leading up to the wedding, Jimin cried. He was leaving his life as he had known it behind. He’d be moving into Jeongguk’s place, into the city that he didn’t know apart from yearly visits. He’d be sleeping in a different room, eating different food. His mother would be a two-hour drive away instead of a yell. Jimin didn’t sleep quite well.
The closer the festivities got, the more nervous Jimin felt. He’d been in contact with Jeongguk only a handful of times, a couple of calls and some text to let him know about certain decisions or ask questions for when Jimin would be moving in. From the calls, Jeongguk seemed nice enough, even a little funny now and then.
However, the worst moment before the actual wedding was the evening when Jimin’s cousin sat him down to talk to him about the wedding night.
Jiyeon was a couple of years older than him, but they had always been close from the moment they could play together. Married for a couple of years herself, she truly knew the ins and outs of wedding nights, her own probably still fresh in her memory.
“Jimin-ah, we need to talk about after the ceremony and the party,” she’d said while sending Jimin an encouraging smile.
“So, dear, you have a vagina, right?”
Jimin had nodded.
“Do you understand what happens during sex?”
At this question, Jimin had blushed and clamped up a little bit. He’d heard stories from friends during sleepovers about older siblings or cousins who’d had their wedding nights. Obviously glaringly virginal himself, he only had a vague theoretical basis.
“Uh, sort of? I know that the… the penis goes into the vagina. It hurts and the vagina bleeds.” He had said softly.
His cousin had only nodded and put a hand on his elbow.
“Yes, that is the essence of what happens. You and your husband will join your bodies to share intimacy and consummate the wedding. He will penetrate you and yes, it might hurt. It depends on how big he is, how stressed you are and how you both are feeling. The goal of the consummation is to get you pregnant, of course.”
Jimin had nodded, again.
“I hope your husband makes it a good experience for you.”
After the horrendous conversation in which Jimin gained nothing but extra nerves, he’d asked his mother for a sleeping pill. The wedding would happen the next day and he wanted at least one night of good sleep. He wanted to sink away into nothingness and wake up only when everything was done.
Of course, he was woken up early in the morning by his mother with a small breakfast in bed. That normally only happened when it was his birthday, but Jimin guessed this day was special enough as well.
“You’ll take a shower after breakfast, and then there are people here who’ll prepare you for the ceremony. We’ll drive off to the city at nine, so we’ll be just in time for the wedding to start, alright, love?”
Jimin wondered if he had turned nonverbal throughout all of this. He hadn’t spoken much, because he didn’t know if he could speak on everything that was happening. Nonetheless, he took his shower where he scrubbed himself clean, washed his hair and brushed his teeth. Once done, there were three persons waiting for him to get him ready into his suit, and after all the fuss, he was ushered into the car.
The venue was big, with high windows and a higher ceiling. There were flowers everywhere, an ostentatious display of wealth Jimin didn’t know how to feel about. He was sure the money could be spent on more important things, but that wasn’t quite his choice, now, was it. It also hadn’t been his biggest concern.
What he really cared about was the man standing at the end of the aisle in his black, tailored suit. Even from a distance, Jeongguk looked handsome and imposing with his tall and athletic build. There was a relaxed aura around him, arms behind him and toes pointing right towards the aisle, Jimin standing at the end of it.
The music had started playing just before Jimin entered the room, and with a push to his lower back, he walked forwards. With every step he’d taken, thoughts had flown through his head. Would Jeongguk be a good husband? What if they didn’t get along? What if Jeongguk turned out to be one of the bad ones and he wouldn’t take care of Jimin? What if it was all a joke and Jeongguk only married Jimin for appearances? What if tonight was going to go awful?
Only when Jimin had reached the steps leading up to where Jeongguk was standing, did his thoughts stop screaming at him.
Jeongguk reached out his hand for Jimin to take, and with one last glance to his mother as his caretaker, Jimin put his small hand into Jeongguk’s. The immediate size difference had a shiver making its way down his back.
They had last seen each other close to a year ago, at that dinner where they got introduced to each other. It seemed like Jeongguk had gotten more handsome in the year they were separated; his black hair stylishly put in slight waves, just casual enough but still formal enough for a wedding. His eyes were wide, an excitement in them that Jimin found hard to find in himself. That was okay, though. Perhaps Jeongguk could feel the excitement for both of them, then Jimin could revel in his own feelings a little longer.
Now, when they were standing next to each other, Jimin could truly see just how broad Jeongguk was compared to him, how the other man could stand behind him and completely swallow him up. On the one hand, it emitted a sort of safety, but on the other hand, Jimin knew that he’d be absolutely useless when it came to anything physical between them. Not that it would, but just in case.
With Jeongguk’s eyes on him, Jimin had recited his vows, had listened to Jeongguk saying his own out loud, and then slipped on their rings and kissed.
The first kiss wasn’t anything special. It was a dry peck to the lips more for show than for feeling, but it still made JImin’s belly flutter and his cheeks heat up.
At that point, Jimin still couldn’t believe he was married. He was married to Jeon Jeongguk, an older man with more experience in life and who had chosen him for some reason. It still didn’t quite make sense, but Jimin hadn’t been given the time to think too much about it.
As they had walked down the aisle, people had showered them with praises and flower petals, a couple of people sporting tears on their cheeks.
Only in the car on their way to the venue where food was served and they’d party until late, did Jimin get a little time to breathe.
Jeongguk had looked at him with a small smile on his face, a little amused.
“Did you enjoy the ceremony, Jimin-ah?”
Jimin had nodded in answer, only elaborating when Jeongguk had raised his eyebrow. “I was nervous, but I did better than I thought I would.”
“Hmm, yeah, weddings do tend to make people nervous. Are you excited for the rest of the day?”
There was an eagerness in his eyes that Jimin didn’t quite anticipate, and it made him careful with his answers.
“I do, Jeongguk-ssi. I am curious as to what the rest of the day will bring.”
“You can call me hyung, you know. We’re married after all,” Jeongguk had joked, and Jimin had complied. They were married, indeed.
Just before they reached the new place, Jeongguk had taken Jimin’s hand in between his own, immediately warming the cold fingers up between his large palms. Then, he pressed a kiss to the inside of Jimin’s wrist.
“By the way, you look absolutely beautiful,” he’d said before the door got opened and he’d stepped out. The blush remained on Jimin’s cheeks for a while.
The party segment of the wedding was fine. Jimin ate some food, but not too much. His nerves prevented him from enjoying all the dishes. The first dance went by smoothly, and all Jimin was truly focussed on was the close proximity between him and Jeongguk.
Jimin could smell the cologne on Jeongguk’s neck, the scent of red wine on his lips. It was an intoxicating combination, and with the hand pressed confidently to his lower back, Jimin accepted the pull towards Jeongguk and let himself be led all over the dancefloor.
“You follow my lead so well, love,” Jeongguk had whispered in his ear when they walked into their second dance. It made Jimin even more compliant than he already was, looking up into Jeongguk’s eyes and showing him a small smile.
“You lead well,” he’d responded.
The comments hadn’t stopped there, no. They only progressed throughout the evening and they had flustered Jimin every time again.
“You look very pretty when you blush.”
“Ah, Jimin-ah, it feels good to have you in my hands.”
“I can’t wait to get out of here.”
“Do you always get flustered so easily?”
The comments were paired with subtle touches; a hand on Jimin’s waist, Jeongguk moving a piece of hair back in place, Jeongguk keeping Jimin close, a hand that started out resting on Jimin’s knee and traveled higher and higher. Jimin had become all too aware of it and suddenly, that was all he could focus on. Not the mindless conversation going on besides him, not the taste of the red wine that got refilled whenever someone deemed his glass too empty. The music faded into the background, and all Jimin could process was Jeongguk’s touch.
Suddenly, Jimin wanted to go. He was tired yet wound up, he wanted space and quiet, a place for himself, but he also wanted Jeongguk close to him. There were conflicting feelings swirling inside of him, and only when he thought he couldn’t bear it anymore, did Jimin softly pat on Jeongguk’s shoulder.
Immediately, Jeongguk had given his newly wedded partner all his attention.
“Jeongguk hyung, I think I want to go,” Jimin had whispered in his ear. The grin that had taken over Jeongguk’s face didn’t really comfort Jimin, but he accepted it.
“That’s alright, love. We can leave if you want to. Go say goodnight to your mother, yes?”
So Jimin did just that. He’d found his mother at the edge of the dancefloor, talking to an uncle of Jeongguk that he couldn’t remember the name of.
“Mother, I am leaving for the night,” he’d told her, and the shine in his mother’s eyes were either tears or a weird form of excitement. Jimin didn’t quite care. It was his mother’s decision that he was here, after all.
“That’s okay, Jimin-ah. We’ll stay here and keep the party alive. Sleep well, my dear and I will see you soon, okay?” She’d said to him as they hugged.
Jimin couldn’t quite feel the warmth in their embrace, but he’d made peace with that.
So now, after a long day of activities, Jimin is standing in front of the mirror in Jeongguk’s bathroom, candlelight dancing all over his complexion as he tries to keep his heartbeat down. Just a door away from him, Jeongguk is waiting for Jimin to step out of the bathroom.
Jimin doesn’t want the make-up to stain the sheets, so he takes a couple of cotton wipes and starts removing the product from his face. If he is going to consummate his marriage, he might as well do it all natural, right?
With a fresh face and trembling legs, Jimin steps out of the en-suite bathroom into Jeongguk’s bedroom. It’s spacious with a big bed in the middle of the room, the eyecatcher of the place. White sheets cover the mattress and four pillows rest two-to-two against the headboard. On the edge, Jeongguk is seated. He’s playing with his ring around his finger when Jimin steps out, but he immediately looks up once he hears the door. His blazer and waistcoat are gone, as is his tie. His blouse has the top buttons open and his slacks hug his muscular legs tightly. It’s a surprise the seams haven’t ripped yet.
“There you are, my love,” Jeongguk smiles as he takes a step forward towards Jimin.
“Hi,” it escapes him before he can truly register how sheepish it sounds, but apparently Jeongguk finds it endearing, based on the way he chuckles.
When he’s standing in front of his partner, Jeongguk lifts JImin’s head with a finger to his chin.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, did you know? When I saw you, I just knew I had to have you.”
“Hyung…” Jimin whispers. “When did you see me?”
Jeongguk’s hand caresses Jimin’s face, the other pressed to Jimin’s lower back again. Jimin doesn’t quite know what to do with his own hands, so he puts them on Jeongguk’s waist to hold onto something.
“It was about a year and a half ago. You were walking in the city with a friend and you were so incredibly pretty. Remember that cafe you went to for some coffee and a piece of cake? An acquaintance owns it, so I pulled some strings to find out who you were and then I knew.”
Jimin thinks that’s a little weird and slightly obsessive, but he lets it slide. There are fingertips tracing his collarbone and Jeongguk seems to be getting closer to his face. Jimin can feel his breath hitch in his throat and his accelerating heartbeat thrums through his whole body.
“I’m going to kiss you know, my love,” Jeongguk warns Jimin just before his lips are pressed to his own. It’s the type of kiss Jimin has only ever dreamed about. It’s deep and passionate, and it feels like Jeongguk takes what he wants to take and Jimin gives, oh does Jimin give.
Jeongguk’s tongue prods his bottom lip in a request to open up and Jimin complies. He doesn’t know what else to do except comply.
The moment Jeongguk takes Jimin’s fat bottom lip between his lips and sucks on it, Jimin can’t help but let a whimper escape, his hands tightening their grip on Jeongguk’s waist.
“Ah, we shouldn’t get carried away while standing here, should we?” Jeongguk chuckles as he steers Jimin towards the edge of the bed.
With Jeongguk pressed to his back and his eyes facing the bed where Jimin will be taken for the first time in his life, Jimin trembles. The white sheets look daunting in a way he’s never experienced before.
“Shh, it’s okay love, it’s going to be okay. I’ll be good to you.” Jeongguk whispers in his ear as he takes the silken belt of the robe in his hands and pulls out the knot that Jimin made. With warm hands, Jeongguk slides the expensive material off of Jimin’s shoulders and it drops to the ground soundlessly. Despite it not being cold in the room, there are still goosebumps rising on Jimin’s arms, a clear sign of how nervous he’s feeling.
Jimin can feel something poking in his lower back through Jeongguk’s slacks, and he doesn’t have to guess what it is. It feels quite… prominent, actually.
A soft chuckle tickles in Jimin’s ear as Jeongguk rubs his hands over Jimin’s arms.
“You’re quite tense. Is there anything I can do to help you loosen up?”
Jimin shakes his head. There isn’t really anything Jeongguk can do, is there?
“There’s some wine over there, would you like me to grab you a glass?” Jeongguk then suggests as he walks towards the little table that’s perched against the wall. On it stands a carafe with red wine and two glasses made from crystal.
“Yes, please,” Jimin says while his eyes are still focussed on the white sheets in front of him.
He feels naked without his robe on, only white lingerie covering his most private body parts from Jeogguk’s straying eyes. It’s also a little unfair how little clothing he’s wearing, while Jeongguk’s still in his blouse and slacks. He’s even got shoes on.
Luckily, Jimin feels a little less naked when Jeongguk stands behind him again, holding out a glass of wine for Jimin to take. He does so and immediately takes a big sip of the beverage in an attempt to calm down his jittery nerves. It’s a sweet red wine, which is Jimin’s favourite and he’s glad they thought of his preferences today. In a sense, he’s gotten quite lucky, hasn’t he?
“Jimin-ah, what has you so nervous on this happy evening?” Jeongguk asks as he sips his own glass, still lingering behind Jimin. With his free hand, he’s tracing soft lines from Jimin’s neck, over his back, to the dimple of Venus just above his ass. The touch is a welcome distraction, and Jimin has to focus to answer the question. It makes him blush.
“I’ve never… It will be my first time, and I’m nervous about how it’ll be,” he confesses with a soft voice.
Of course Jimin’s a virgin, though. You don’t quite marry at this level of wealth when you’re not a virgin. He’s even had an exam to check whether his hymen was still intact, making sure he was pure and untainted before tying himself to a virtual stranger for the rest of his life.
“That’s okay, nerves are a part of it. You’re in good hands, though,” Jeongguk soothes him as he starts pressing kisses to Jimin’s throat. “Trust me.”
So Jimin does. He closes his eyes and bares his throat further for Jeongguk to kiss, to claim. He moans softly when Jeongguk sucks a mark into his skin, blowing on it when he’s done. The sips of wine have done their job in making Jimin feel a little more relaxed, so he doesn’t complain when Jeongguk takes the glass from his hand and puts it away.
With his big hands on Jimin’s waist, he pushes in a signal for Jimin to move.
“Go on, go lay on the bed for me.”
Jimin goes. He crawls up on the bed - why is it so high? - giving Jeongguk probably an ample view of his lace-covered ass. The sheets feel cold, yet smooth and soft. It must be expensive fabric to have this type of luxury feel to them. When his back makes contact with the sheets, Jimin can’t help but shiver.
With his eyes on the ceiling, Jimin focuses on the sounds around him. He can hear a belt buckle come undone, the slide of fabric against skin, some soft mumbling as Jeongguk does whatever he does to get himself ready. What would he look like under his clothes? From what Jimin has seen and could feel when they were dancing - and kissing - he thinks Jeongguk might be pretty toned.
It almost feels like his heart stops for a second when Jimin feels Jeongguk crawl on the bed, the mattress dipping at his feet. He opens his eyes and looks at Jeongguk as he’s sitting on the end of the sheets, eyes flitting all over Jimin’s body. It makes him feel like an exposed nerve, and Jimin wants to cover himself up to protect himself.
“No, don’t,” Jeongguk speaks softly as he puts his hand on Jimin’s arm. It’s like he’s able to read thoughts, or Jimin truly looks that uncomfortable.
Jeongguk moves again, sliding his hand from Jimin’s arm to his leg, from upper thigh to calf.
“Spread your legs for me, baby, let me sit in between them,” he orders, and Jimin obeys. The feeling of air hitting his panties has him shivering, together with Jeongguk’s warm hand on his lower leg and his intense eyes.
“Do you know what will happen tonight?”
Jimin nods and his cheeks colour pink.
“We’ll consummate the marriage.”
Jeongguk chuckles as he gets seated, and Jimin feels tingles going up his body as their skin makes contact. Jeongguk’s large, toned and tan thighs to Jimin’s pale and slender ones, it surely is a sight.
“That’s a posh choice of words, love, but yes. Do you know how it works?”
Of course Jimin knows how it works, and the idea of Jeongguk thinking he’s not smart makes him scoff.
“We’ll have sex. Your penis will go into my… my-”
“Your pussy,” Jeongguk fills in.
“Yes,” Jimin blushes. “My pussy. Then we have sex,” Jimin finishes off his explanation.
“I love how technical they get in explaining sex to people these days,” Jeongguk sighs as he starts moving his hands up and down Jimin’s legs. He continues touching Jimin as he talks.
“There’s a little more to sex than that, actually. We’ll discover it along the way, but for tonight I think it’s all about getting used to certain things, okay?”
Jimin nods. He tried to listen to Jeongguk, really, but the feeling of those big palms on his body distracted him a lot. All he caught was “getting used to”, and that’s it.
Jeongguk’s hands travel over his hips, onto his stomach. He puts one hand on top of Jimin’s lower belly, keeping it warm as he bends forwards over Jimin to kiss him.
“This is where you’re gonna feel really good, baby,” he says, and then Jimin is occupied. Their previous kiss was more like getting to know each other, but this one feels more insistent.
“You can touch me,” Jeongguk encourages as he trails kisses down Jimin’s neck, down his throat to his collarbones. Here and there, he sucks and leaves bruises in his way.
All Jimin can do is whisper a quiet “okay”. He doesn’t quite trust his voice in a situation like this, but he lets his hands come up to Jeongguk’s shoulders, moving them down to his arms and over his biceps. They’re bulging with muscle as he softly traces over the skin.
Jeongguk breathes into his neck as he stops kissing Jimin for a second. “Like that, don’t be shy.”
Then he’s back in action, and his kisses get a tad rougher. When he sucks on Jimin’s neck, he can’t help but let a moan slip at the feeling, his hands tightening their hold on Jeongguk’s arm.
While his mouth is busy bruising up Jimin’s neck, Jeongguk’s hands don’t stay still. They’re holding onto Jimin’s waist, moving from the center of his stomach to the sides. It feels electrifying, another person’s touch like this. It’s a new experience and Jimin is drowning in touch.
“Gonna let me touch you more?” Jeongguk asks rhetorically as he moves lower. Jimin whines an affirmative nonetheless, lost in the heady haze of first experiences.
Jeongguk hovers over Jimin’s chest, little tits hidden by the white lace of his bralette. He can feel his nipples harden under the fabric, and Jeongguk sees it happening.
“Look at those tits, huh? So perfect,” he muses as he moves his hands up and thumbs at Jimin’s left nipple. The tingles that shoot down his spine have him throwing his head back on the pillow as he lets out whiny little breaths, and Jeongguk’s thumbs don’t stop.
“Can’t wait to have them full with milk, gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?”
When Jimin doesn’t respond, Jeongguk retaliates with a sharp pinch to the buds, which has Jimin cry out.
“Answer me,” Jeongguk orders as he shoves the fabric of the bralette under the soft fatty mounds.
“Yes, gonna be good for you,” Jimin obeys.
“Good boy.”
Jeongguk’s warm breath over his chest has Jimin gripping the sheets, his eyes closed as he gets assaulted with the feeling of Jeongguk’s hot mouth closing over his left nipple. The suction feels heavenly, and it has Jimin keening in no time.
“Feels good, huh?” Jeongguk takes a short break as he thumbs at the right rosebud coloured nipple.
“It does,” Jimin obeys again, understanding that Jeongguk likes the vocal response.
The elder goes down again, teasing Jimin as he licks, sucks and tugs on his little tits. Jimin already feels mindless from the pleasure, small body not used to the feelings and sensations he’s experiencing.
He only notices Jeongguk’s hand moving down towards his pussy when it’s resting on his vulva, big palm spread all over it. In a moment of anxious anticipation, Jimin’s breath hitches. No one except him has ever touched him there, and so while the feeling of being touched there isn’t new, it is new that it’s not him doing the touching. It seems like Jeongguk has been focused on Jimin’s responses to his wandering hands and lips, because he lifts himself up for a bit, one hand continuing to knead his chest while the other presses harder against the lace-covered mount.
“Don’t be nervous,” he urges again, as if it will magically make all the anxiety roaring inside of Jimin disappear. It merely makes Jimin shift against the sheets, not quite able to figure out what it is that he wants. The warmth radiating from Jeongguk’s grip on his body feels good, and he wants to lean into it, but the unknown of it all makes a part of him want to flee. Though, there isn’t really an option to flee, now, is there? This is going to be Jimin’s future; this bed, these hands, this scenario. He might as well try to let himself fall into it all.
Jeongguk moves the one hand that has been teasing Jimin’s, now puffy, nipple to the back, skillfully opening the clasp of the little bralette that has been keeping his chest covered for the time. “I want to see you completely naked for me.” Is Jeongguk’s way of explaining his actions. He himself is only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, the rest of his skin on display for Jimin to look at, to touch.
“So pretty, so small,” Jeongguk mumbles as the lace bralette is thrown to the side of the bed, soundless as it drops to the ground. Jimin bites his lip, not sure what Jeongguk had expected from him. “Do you… do you like them?”
With enthusiastic nodding, Jeongguk answers. “Love them.” Both of his hands are busy again, tracing the lines of Jimin’s little breasts all the way down to between his legs, the only place still covered by innocent, white lace. He grabs onto the sides of the panties, tugging it downwards. On instinct, Jimin lifts his hips and raises his legs, aiding Jeongguk into getting him bare in front of his newly wedded husband for the first time.
“God, look at you,” is all Jeongguk praises before he licks his lips and absolutely devours Jimin with his eyes. It makes him feel exposed, and he’s sure his cheeks are flushed because of it (and the wine that’s making him more pliant). Then, before Jimin knows it, Jeongguk has his mouth back on his chest, leaving bruising kisses all over his pale skin. He keens, all the sensations new to his body and mind as he trashes his head back onto the pillow and his eyes fall closed. His fingers are gripping the sheets tightly, but once Jeongguk teases his outer labia with his fingers, Jeongguk’s strong shoulders become the victims of Jimin’s tiny talons.
The first press to his clit has Jimin’s hips bucking up, radiant pleasure shooting through his body as Jeongguk plays with it. “Swollen little clit, huh, baby? Are you enjoying yourself?” Jeongguk teases him mercilessly. He keeps flicking the bundle of nerves as his other hand tugs on Jimin’s puffy nipples, the dual points of pleasure making his head spin. He finds it hard to form words, too lost in the bodily sensations that have him gripping the sheets and breathing harshly. A sharp slap to his cunt pulls him out of his head in an instant, and Jimin yelps as he locks eyes with Jeongguk.
“Yes, hyung, I am,” he’s forced to admit. It seems to please Jeongguk, and he moves down to rest his head between Jimin’s legs, moving his thighs so they are resting on his broad shoulders. “Now, darling, have you ever been eaten out?”
“No.”
It’s all Jeongguk needs before pulling Jimin’s pussy lips apart with his thumbs and licking a broad stripe from his taint to his clit. With the right amount of pressure, it has Jimin moaning out loud, throwing his head back as the new sensation washes over him.
“You’re so wet, baby, so wet for me,” Jeongguk mumbles from his place between Jimin’s legs, blowing softly on the drenched folds before he goes back to devouring his pussy. He sucks on the clit, wet noises forming a symphony with Jimin’s mewls. While he works his tongue all over the wet and young cunt, Jimin has difficulty staying afloat.
He’s touched himself, but not a lot, it can be counted on one hand. The shame of engaging in anything sexual without a partner made him sleep on his hands a lot, but now he’s the willing victim of Jeongguk’s skillfull tongue, something that he never could have foreseen. His mewls sounds like a kitten begging for milk, like he’s hungry and aching for someone to give him his fill. Jeongguk laps around his folds, and it doesn’t take long before he teases a finger at Jimin’s dripping hole. He takes a small reprieve from eating his husband out to make him focus on the feeling of being penetrated for the first time.
“Gonna prepare you for my cock,” Jeongguk huffs as he pushes, his middle finger slipping into the tight, wet heat. Jimin gasps. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s a new feeling. He’s never been touched like this, has never had someone inside of him like this. Jeongguk seems to be a little impatient, because it doesn’t take him long to insert a second finger. It stings a little, and Jimin huffs. He feels stuffed full already, but one quick glance at Jeongguk’s bulge between his legs lets him know that it’s nothing compared to what will come.
“Hyung… slower,” he begs Jeongguk softly. The scissoring motions he’s making are stretching his pussy out, readying it to make way for Jeongguk’s heavy cock.
“It’s okay, baby, your pretty cunt will get used to it. Gotta bite through the sting for a bit, yeah?”
Jimin obeys, shifting his hips a little as Jeongguk pumps his fingers in and out of him. Suddenly, it’s empty, and two slick, warm fingertips are pressing against his lower lip. “Taste yourself,” Jeongguk orders in a soft tone, increasing pressure so Jimin has no choice but to open his mouth and present his tongue. Immediately his taste buds explode with a slightly salty, musky taste, lips closing over Jeongguk’s long fingers as he laps up his own slick. Jeongguk presses down on his tongue, jaw falling open involuntarily as they hold eye contact. His eyes are dark, something swirling inside of them that Jimin doesn’t want to name as Jeongguk leaves a trail of spit all over his chin and neck. He dips into Jimin’s open mouth once more to coat his fingers, circling them around his nipples to harden them, leaving them behind with a pinch that has Jimin twitching his hips.
“D’you wanna touch my cock before I fuck you?” Jeongguk asks, but he doesn’t quite wait for an answer. He pushes Jimin’s legs to the side a little more, peeling off his boxer briefs and then he’s naked in front of Jimin, and Jimin is faced with the biggest dick he’s ever seen in his life. Granted, he hasn’t seen many, but he’s sure Jeongguk’s dick is bigger than average. The head is a dark red, with a prominent vein on the bottom of it, and the base is covered by neatly trimmed black hairs, but Jimin doesn’t get to focus on the look too much before Jeongguk has grabbed his wrist and put his hand around his dick.
“O-oh…” It’s a little unexpected, and Jimin doesn’t know what to do, which becomes clear as Jeongguk simply covers his hand with his own, bigger one, and starts moving.
“I’ve never…” Jimin goes to say, but Jeongguk interrupts him. “I didn’t expect you to have any experience, that’s okay. I’ll let you know what I like, darling.”
Jeongguk’s shaft is warm to the touch, slightly sticky at the top because of the precum smeared over it. Jimin shivers, the whole ordeal of taking his husband’s cock into his hands as something that’s only done in the dark corners of the house. They’re married now, though, so there’s nothing holding them back from defiling all the surfaces of the property. Jeongguk groans as his eyes fall on their joined hands, and with a quick glance Jimin sees that his fingertips can’t manage to touch, throbbing length in between too big for his hand. Jeongguk moves their hands up and down a little, swipes their thumbs over the tip, just to then bring Jimin’s own thumb to his mouth and force it in. The taste is nothing like his own, it’s salty and bitter where his own slick was more mellow.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?” Jeongguk asks as he situates himself back between Jimin’s legs.
He’s filled with nerves, a swooping feeling dominating his stomach as Jeongguk grips his thighs and hoists him up a little.
“Hyung-” Jimin starts. He’s a little scared, the words of his cousin going through his head as Jeongguk drags the tip of his dick through his wet pussy folds.
“Don’t be scared. It might hurt a little, but you just have to breathe through it, darling,” Jeongguk tries to calm him down. Jimin takes a deep breath and steadies his hands on Jeongguk’s biceps, not sure if he’s ready for this. It doesn’t matter when the blunt tip pushes against his hole, pressure forming until it’s too much and Jeongguk’s bulbous tip is inside of him. It stings, his pussy has never been stretched like this and it is only the tip . He whines. “Jeongguk, Jeongguk-hyung, it hurts!”
“Breathe through it,” his husband pants, pushing his hips forward a little more. Jimin feels like he’s being impaled, like his pussy is being stretched far past its capability. It hurts, it’s uncomfortable, but deep inside of him, he’s been hunkering for this absolute sense of getting filled up.
Jeongguk pushes and pushes until his hips are touching the backs of Jimin’s thighs, and Jimin is keening, his head thrashing around on the pillow as his toes curl together.
“Doing so well, look at you.” Jeongguk lowers himself on his elbows, kissing Jimin’s cheek as he lets him adjust to the feeling. “I know it hurts, but I promise it will feel better soon.”
It takes him a while, but once Jimin feels like his cunt won’t rip apart at the slightest movement, he gives Jeongguk a nod while murmuring he can move.
“God, fuck, baby!” Jeongguk slides out carefully, starting off with small thrusts in and out before making them longer, a little deeper, a little harder.
“Hyung…” Jimin doesn’t know what to say. The pain has transformed into a dull sense of pleasure as Jeongguk’s practiced hips roll into him, but it doesn’t feel like heaven. The rhythmic push inside of him brings forward a new kind of pleasure, one that feeds into his need to get filled.
“So tight, huh, so tight for me,” Jeongguk grunts, his hips moving harder. He moves upwards, gripping Jimin’s hips as he finds a deeper angle. It has Jimin shaking, little tits bouncing up and down as Jeongguk pistols his cock into him.
“Oh, hyung please!” He doesn’t quite know what he’s begging for, but Jimin needs more. There’s an ache inside of him that needs to be soothed, and relief comes in the form of Jeongguk pressing on his lower stomach with one hand while toying with his swollen clit with the other. It has fire burning in his body, the dual sense shooting him up in the clouds as his small body is pushed around on the sheets.
It doesn’t take long for Jimin to approach the edge, the pleasure building until he’s moaning out loud for release.
“Hyung, hyung! ‘M gonna come, ‘m gonna- oh!”
Jeongguk sees it as an invitation, moving his hips harder, the tip of his dick pushing against Jimin’s cervix. He’s overcome with sensation and with a rough thrust and a quick flick of Jeongguk’s thumb, Jimin is coming. He moans, can feel his cunt clench around Jeongguk who’s still pumping away inside of him, can feel a trickle of his slick dripping down his taint as he gasps through his orgasm.
“You’re so sensitive Jimin-ah, I love it,” Jeongguk praises him, groping his chest as he slips out of Jimin’s dripping hole. “Move on your hands and knees for me, darling.” Jeongguk pushes Jimin on his side, and with shaking limbs, Jimin does as he’s asked.
This time, he’s prepared for the feeling of being filled for the first time, but he also isn’t. The position has Jeongguk reaching deeper in a different angle, and it punches staccato moans out of him as Jeongguk mounts him like this. There’s a big and strong hand on his neck, pushing him down until Jimin has his cheek pressed against the pillow. His moans mix together with Jeongguk’s grunts, and his cunt is extra sensitive after his first orgasm, the feeling of Jeongguk’s heavy cock inside of him making his spine tingle.
“Look at you, giving it to me so well. taking my cock like you’re made for it. Perfect little thing, all for me,” Jeongguk coos. He reaches for Jimin’s clit again, hellbent on making the little shaking thing come once more this night.
Jimin mewls, tiny body not used to this amount of sensation as his hips twitch and he starts drooling on the pillow. “Hyung…” It’s like a whisper of devotion, a revelation that comes in the form of Jeongguk bumping into the edges of Jimin’s cervix, a quick and feral rhythm that satisfies all urges in him.
“Fuck, babydoll, you’re gonna make me cum,” Jeongguk groans, quickening his hips as the grip on JImin’s neck tightens and his fingers tease his throbbing clit more. “Can’t wait to pump you full of me, have your puffy little cunt dripping with my cum. Gonna claim you like that, baby, yeah?”
He comes with a loud grunt and deep thrusts, fingers pinching around Jimin’s bundle of nerves to take him off the edge with him. Sensitive beyond what his (no longer) virginal body is used to, a tear escapes Jimin’s eye as he can feel Jeongguk spill his load inside of him.
“Yes, hyung!” Jimin moans. His back is damp with sweat, the pillow underneath his face is drenched in drool and tears as Jeongguk keeps him plugged up with his softening dick. When it doesn’t hold any longer, he pulls out, immediately pressing his fingers back in to Jimin’s dripping pussy.
“Can’t have you losing all my precious seed now, huh?” He grins, slowly manhandling Jimin on his side so he can rest. For a first time, it wasn’t too bad, Jimin supposes. He’s tired now, though. His cunt is sore and he’s getting goosebumps all over from his cooling body.
Slowly drifting away after a long day of festivities and the intense activity of having sex for the first time in his life, Jimin can hear Jeongguk stumble around a little before the bed dips and a towel is pressed between his legs. The last thing Jimin hears is Jeongguk’s satisfied voice as he speaks to him.
“You’re going to bring me so much fun, breaking you in, babyboy. Can’t wait to make you perfect for me.”