[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

51; Deep Devotion

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JUNGKOOK

Jimin is a sight beneath me—skin flushed, chest heaving, lips swollen from the way I've been devouring him. His wrists are pinned above his head, trapped in one of my hands, because if I let go, he'll start touching me, start clawing at me, and I need him to stay right where he is.

He's already come once, but I'm not done with him—not even close.

"Jungkook—" His voice is wrecked, barely a whisper, but the way he says my name makes my dick twitch.

I grin, dragging my free hand down his stomach, feeling the way his body tenses in anticipation. I know he's still sensitive, still trembling from his first release, but that's exactly why I don't give him time to recover. He doesn't get to breathe, doesn't get a moment to gather himself—not when he's been teasing me for weeks, making me wait, making me ache for him.

He gasps when I press the blunt head of my dick against his entrance. His legs twitch, trying to close, but I spread them wider, forcing him to take it, forcing him to feel just how much he needs this.

"Still not used to me, baby?" I mock, voice low, husky. I can see it in his eyes—the way his pupils are blown wide with lust but also with something close to desperation. He wants it, but he knows it's going to stretch him open all over again, make him feel every inch of me like it's his first time.

"Jungkook—please—"

I push in, slow but unrelenting, making sure he feels every inch, every ridge, every vein as I stretch him wide. His back arches off the bed, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry. His fingers flex, nails digging into his own palms where they're still trapped above his head.

The moment I finally push deeper inside him, it's like the air in the room shifts—thickens. Jimin gasps sharply beneath me, his body tenses for a split second, his breath catching as he struggles to adjust. No matter how many times we've done this, he's still so fucking tight—still struggles to take all of me.

"Fuck," he gasps, legs shaking around me. "It's too much—"

I don't stop. I bottom out, fully sheathed inside him, and the strangled moan he lets out is fucking sinful.

"Too much? That's too bad, baby." I echo, rolling my hips just enough to make him feel the pressure of being stuffed full. "Breath. You can take it. You always do." I rasp, leaning down to press my lips against his temple, my hand sliding down to his trembling thigh.

Jimin shudders beneath me, his hole gripping me so tightly I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it too soon. I give him a second, letting him feel how deep I am, how completely I own him in this moment. His breath comes in short, shallow pants, thighs trembling on either side of me.

Fuck, he's squeezing me so damn good, and I haven't even started moving yet.

I slightly roll my hips just enough to ease the burn for him, letting him adjust to the stretch. His nails dig into my biceps, his back arching as he shifts beneath me, trying to get comfortable—but I can see it in his face, the way his bottom lip trembles, the way his pupils blow wide with need.

Then I pull back and thrust in hard.

Jimin screams.

His hands claw at the sheets, his entire body jerking as I set a ruthless pace, fucking into him like I've been starving for this—because I have. Every thrust knocks the air out of him, his voice breaking into high-pitched whimpers, unable to hold back the sounds that drive me absolutely wild.