FALLING FOR YOU | KM [✓]°

5. Love or Lust

jimin didn’t even notice when their clothes disappeared.

one moment they were kissing, hands roaming, bodies pressed so tightly together that every breath felt shared. the next, he was bare beneath jungkook, skin flushed and sensitive, every inch of him exposed to the cool air and the heat of his husband’s gaze. he didn’t remember jungkook peeling away the white tuxedo jacket, unbuttoning the crisp shirt, sliding the pants down his thighs. it all blurred into one long, dizzying wave of sensation.

jungkook’s mouth was already on his neck—hot, wet, relentless. he sucked hard enough to bruise, teeth grazing the delicate skin before soothing it with slow licks. dark red and purple marks bloomed across jimin’s throat, collarbones, the soft curve where neck met shoulder. each one felt like a claim, a silent declaration: mine.

jimin turned into a moaning mess almost immediately.

the pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much for his untouched body to handle. no one had ever touched him like this. no one had ever kissed him so deeply, so hungrily. every scrape of teeth, every flick of tongue sent sparks racing down his spine. his hands clutched at jungkook’s shoulders, nails digging in as he arched off the bed, chasing more without even knowing what he needed.

the earlier nervousness had eased, melted away under the steady onslaught of jungkook’s attention, but the shyness remained. it clung to him like a second skin. when jungkook’s mouth moved lower—lips closing around one perky nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder—jimin bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle the loud moan that tried to escape. jungkook’s left hand found the other nipple, fingers twisting, rubbing, tugging in slow, deliberate circles. the dual sensation made jimin’s back bow, hips jerking upward involuntarily.

jungkook pulled back just enough to look.

jimin was breathtaking like this—sweat beading on his forehead, sliding down his temples, eyes glassy with unshed tears, lips swollen and red from biting. his neck and chest were already painted with hickeys and faint bite marks, a map of jungkook’s possession. the sight sent a fresh surge of heat through jungkook’s veins.

he wanted more.

he wanted to hear those soft, breathy moans turn into something louder, something unrestrained.

jungkook kissed his way down jimin’s body—slow, teasing, deliberate. he lingered over every rib, every dip of muscle, before settling between jimin’s spread thighs. his mouth found the soft, milky skin there and he sucked hard, leaving more bruises—red turning purple, vivid against pale flesh. he glanced up again.

jimin looked utterly erotic.

head thrown back, chest heaving, tears clinging to long lashes, body trembling with every new mark jungkook left behind.

“moan louder for me, baby…” jungkook murmured against his thigh, voice rough and low.

the sweet endearment hit jimin like a spark.

he felt jungkook’s mouth move higher, closer to where he ached most, lips brushing dangerously near his crotch. the last threads of shyness snapped. jimin let go. loud, unrestrained moans spilled from his lips—high, needy, beautiful. he didn’t care anymore. he just wanted more of this heaven jungkook was giving him.

jungkook grinned against his skin, feral and pleased.

he sucked harder, teeth grazing, tongue soothing the fresh bruises until jimin’s thighs trembled uncontrollably.