FALLING FOR YOU | KM [✓]°

13. Making Love

the smell of sweat, lube, and cum hangs thick and heady in the dark bedroom, mingling with jimin’s loud, broken moans that echo off the walls. the generous waves of pleasure crash through jimin’s trembling body as jungkook pounds into him hard and rough, each thrust deliberate and deep, claiming every inch of him without mercy.

they had barely made it back from the beach before their lips crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss right inside the doorway. clothes were shed in a frantic trail leading to the bed — shirts yanked over heads, shorts kicked off carelessly, underwear torn away until nothing separated skin from skin. now the sheets are twisted beneath them, damp with sweat and everything else, as jungkook drives into his husband again and again.

jimin’s eyes are squeezed shut so tightly that tiny tears gather at the corners, slipping down his flushed cheeks. his small hands grip the bedsheet underneath his palms with white-knuckled force, knuckles straining as another particularly hard thrust rips a scream of his husband’s name from his throat. “jungkook—ahh!”

jungkook’s large hands hold a harsh, bruising grip on jimin’s slim waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as he groans loudly, the sound raw and primal. jimin feels so warm inside, so tight and perfect, like he was made just for this — just for him. jungkook could stay buried here forever, surrounded by that velvet heat, chasing this blinding pleasure until the world disappears.

“ahh… ngh… j-jungkook… ahha,” jimin cries out, voice cracking on every syllable. the relentless pace feels like it’s splitting his lower half apart, the stretch burning in the best and worst ways at once, but he doesn’t want it to stop. he never wants it to stop. tears of overwhelming pleasure and the sharp edge of pain continue to spill from his galaxy-like mocha eyes, shimmering under the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. his nails rake down jungkook’s strong arms and back, leaving angry red lines that only spur the taller male on.

“f-fuck, baby… y-you’re so t-tight,” jungkook growls, the deep rumble vibrating through jimin’s chest. he grabs both of jimin’s legs in one swift motion and hooks them over his broad shoulders, folding the smaller male nearly in half. the new angle lets him sink even deeper, hitting that sweet bundle of nerves with devastating precision on every stroke.

jungkook’s grin turns feral, wicked and satisfied as he watches jimin unravel beneath him. he starts thrusting faster, harder, hips snapping forward with brutal force. the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixing with jimin’s desperate whimpers and jungkook’s low, guttural groans.

jimin reaches up with shaky arms, small hands finding the back of jungkook’s neck. he pulls his husband down until their mouths crash together again. they moan into the kiss in perfect unison as their tongues meet, sliding hot and slick against each other in a messy, needy dance. the warmth blooming in their chests feels bigger than the pleasure ripping through their bodies — something tender and fierce all at once.

jungkook releases jimin’s legs, letting them fall to the mattress. instead he threads their fingers together tightly, pressing their joined hands into the pillow beside jimin’s head. he closes every last bit of space between their bodies until there’s nothing but heat and friction and heartbeat against heartbeat. his hips keep moving aggressively, driving deeper, faster, chasing that edge while he devours jimin’s mouth like a starving man — all teeth and tongue and unrestrained hunger.

eventually jungkook breaks the kiss with a wet gasp, lips swollen and red. his hungry mouth immediately trails down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along jimin’s jaw, then lower to the sensitive column of his neck. he sucks hard, teeth grazing the soft, milky skin before biting down just enough to leave marks. purplish-red bruises bloom quickly under his lips — pretty little claims that make jungkook smirk against jimin’s throat.

he dips his head lower still, capturing one of jimin’s hard, perky nipples between his lips. his teeth tug sharply on the sensitive bud before he sucks harshly, tongue flicking over it in relentless circles. his right hand finds the other nipple, rolling and pinching it between calloused fingers until jimin arches off the bed with a sharp, broken cry of pleasure.

“kkook-ah… gonna c-cum,” jimin screams, voice hoarse and trembling. the continuous onslaught of sensation has him teetering right on the edge, body wound so tight he feels like he might shatter. two more punishing thrusts is all it takes — his back bows, thighs shaking violently as he cums hard across his own stomach and jungkook’s abdomen, painting both of their skin with thick, warm streaks of white.

jungkook’s mouth and hand leave jimin’s chest immediately. both palms return to jimin’s waist, gripping tight as he keeps thrusting through the aftershocks, chasing his own release. jimin’s walls flutter and clench around him even tighter after his climax. jungkook’s movements slow gradually, hips stuttering as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. with one last deep, grinding thrust he cums hard, spilling deep inside jimin until the smaller male feels impossibly full, warm and claimed from the inside out.

jungkook collapses forward immediately, falling on top of his husband with a heavy exhale. their chests heave together, breaths ragged and uneven as they both come down from the intense high. jungkook stays there for long minutes, face buried in the crook of jimin’s neck, letting their heartbeats slowly sync up again.

after a while he carefully pulls out, watching with dark, satisfied eyes as his release slowly leaks from jimin’s swollen entrance. he reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand, cleaning them both gently — wiping jimin’s stomach, thighs, and between his legs with careful strokes before cleaning himself. once they’re both taken care of, he tosses the tissues aside and lies down beside his husband.

jungkook turns his head, studying jimin’s face. the smaller male is staring up at the ceiling, chest still rising and falling unevenly, cheeks flushed and lips parted as he tries to catch his breath.

“something on your mind?” jungkook asks quietly, reaching over to gently turn jimin’s face toward him so their eyes can meet.

jimin blinks slowly, then gives a small, tired smile. “i think… we won’t be able to go for the bonfire.”

jungkook raises an eyebrow, already knowing why. he can see the way jimin is already starting to shift uncomfortably, lower half likely beginning to ache. “then we won’t,” he says simply, sliding one arm under jimin’s shoulders and pulling him close until their bodies fit together perfectly.

“w-what? n-no,” jimin protests immediately, voice small but insistent. “we’ll go. and you’ll carry me.”

jungkook lets out a soft, fond chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “okay, baby. we’ll go.” he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to jimin’s forehead, lips warm and gentle against damp skin.

jimin hums in contentment, snuggling deeper into his husband’s chest. his face tucks perfectly under jungkook’s chin, one small hand resting over the steady beat of jungkook’s heart. the exhaustion finally catches up with him — body heavy, mind hazy from pleasure and tiredness. within minutes his breathing evens out, soft and slow, as he drifts into a short, peaceful nap.

jungkook stays awake a little longer, arms wrapped securely around his sleeping husband. he traces lazy patterns on jimin’s bare back with his fingertips, listening to the quiet rhythm of waves outside and the even softer sound of jimin’s breaths against his skin. the room smells of them — of sex and closeness and something sweeter underneath it all.

he presses one last kiss to the top of jimin’s head, then closes his eyes too, content to hold his world in his arms for just a little while longer.

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Another smut because there will no smut in upcoming chapters.

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