"Why do you make me feel this this way? You're not supposed to."
"Baby, I could make you feel even better."
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He kisses you, wildly, before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. "Later" He says, and he breathes it out like a promise. "For now I just want to fuck you until you're screaming my name again."
You hadn't been aware you were screaming his name in the first place, but you didn't have time to say it before he pulled you to your feet, turning you around until he had you bending over the vanity. ''Is it okay for you?'' He wants your consent before doing anything else. You nod because you just want him to continue; instead, he asks again: ''Don't you want it in bed?''
You watch him take off his underwear in the mirror, your pussy still pulsing a little. ''Stop, Jimin-ah. It's okay, it should be me the nervous one, not you.''
''Sorry.'' He blushes a little. ''Just wanted you to be as sure as me. Squeeze my hand if it hurts. I'll start slow, just trust me.'' You actually trust him more than anything.
Next thing you knew he was burying himself inside of you, and your thighs hit the vanity even if he starts slow, and you scream a moan, right as he groans. ''Ah-Jimin i-it''
''It's okay, squeeze my hand and let me feel your pain.'' You squeeze his hand pretty hard and he kisses your forehead.
He is bigger than you expected, and the stretching burns, though he remains still, to give you time to adjust. Or maybe just that has been enough to bring him close to the edge, and he has to refrain from moving otherwise he'd come.
His hands are on your hips, and you risk another look in the mirror, knowing fully well he is already looking at you.
Seeing Park Jimin, right there, impaling you, almost was enough to make you come again.
"Don't clench around me like that" He grunts, and he sounds as if he is in pain. ''I'm trying to be gentle.''
''You can move.'' You say to him (even if it still hurts), knowing he was waiting for you to say something.
His eyes fall shut, and he starts moving inside of you, ever so slowly. Slowly inching out, until he pushes all the way in again. You moan, and his fingers tightened on your skin, before one of his hands loosenz its grip, to gently run against the skin of your back to help you with your pain.
"I don't want to hurt you" He murmurs.
Your words finally find you again. "You're not hurting me." You say, even if you still are squeezing his hand.
He begins with a slow pace, until you finally moan for pleasure, and not for pain.
His eyes flash open at the sound of your voice, and you find you can't hold his gaze. Not when he is fucking into you as slowly as he is.
"How do you like it?" He asks, and he bents over to press a kiss on the back of your shoulder before straightening again.
It makes you feel warm inside, a feeling that cut through the lust you are drowning in, only to disappear as he starts pounding into you.
