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16. Breaking the resistance

Jungkook

I didn't want to crush him, but I wanted to fuck him hard. I should have appreciated myself for my patience all this while. His upper body lifted from the bed with no effort and I commended his litheness and agility. He worked out, and it showed. His shirt was gone in one yank and he reached for mine. 

Fuck. I was so lost in him that I was just sitting there, the bulge in my pants touching his pelvis as I looked at his shredded body. Taking the fastest route was my preference, so I ripped my shirt away.

Jimin's eyes widened just a little bit before his palms were on my pecs, trailing my nipples. They moved slowly, tracing up and down and sideways as if he was memorizing my body, his fingers gently rolling down from my right arm shoulder to all the way down. "Your tattoos are beautiful." He admired. 

"They are nothing. You are a sight of wonder, Jimin." I gulped, leaning on him so he went back down on the mattress. I slid down and undid his pants button all the while keeping strong eye contact with him.

Inhaled a sharp breath, he held on to my biceps. It was maybe his way of stopping himself from stopping me. There was a part of him that was still unsure, but the major part, the one that had his pupils dilated was visibly crazy about me. I gently extracted his cock from his underpants and kept it in my right fist. "Tell me, Jimin. Tell me what do you want?" My thumb teased his cock's slit as he hissed and hit his head on the pillow.

His hips were steady, but his cock twitched in my hand. Going back up, I saw his eyes were closed and I kissed his lashes one by one. "I won't do anything unless you tell me what you want," I whispered near his neck. 

"Please, Jungkook." He spoke in a shaky voice, his precum grazing my fingers. 

 "Please what?"

"I need your mouth. I need you to suck me."

I smiled big and licked my lips, my body sliding down as I opened my mouth. The cock glided between my lips, over my tongue, and I sucked.

He gripped my hair and pulled. I groaned at the pain as my head bobbed easily, and at that moment, I entered a kind of nirvana, the cock and me, only keenly aware of the thick organ in my mouth. I knew his cock needed to cum, that he needed to cum, and that was what I was there for, the purpose of my existence.

His throaty, close-mouthed moans were now heavier and sexier as he parted his lips. My hands hovered over his torso, touching, gliding along his lines and curves. He let out a small 'ah' and I felt like I was filling my underwear with cum. I was turned on by him more than I'd ever been with anyone else.

I couldn't help but pull away. He let out a noise in protest, but I needed to touch his body with my lips. When I kissed his lips again, he gripped my shoulders and pulled me closer. I kissed him soft and slow, my tongue rolling over his lips, learning their peak and slides. "You don't know how much I've been longing for you. I want to make love to you all night." 

"I want that," he whispered into my mouth as his tongue went in, touching and sucking my mouth. 

"You are very much naked," I informed him with a hint of a smile and he nodded, his eyes closed, his teeth biting the side of his bottom lip.

"You are naked for me."

He nodded again. "For you," he whispered and I lost it. 

I removed his pants along with his underwear from his body and threw them on the ground while clumsily getting out of my own. His eyes went to the ground and he pointed his finger as the sound emerged at the harsh throw, but I grabbed his hands to put them around my torso as I hovered on top of him. "You are so beautiful, Angel. You are ethereal. I sometimes don't believe you exist and I start having a conversation in my head while looking at you. You have the most surreal face."