Not While I'm Around

0.8 - Seokjin

..........................smut................???

Seokjin's POV

In the heat of the moment, I can feel Jimin's tiny hand grow more sweaty as each step takes us closer to home. The ache in between my legs grows, and I can sense the tension between us growing too.

  We are barely in the door when I strip the coat off of Jimin's shoulders, and throw mine to somewhere behind us. I grab both of his hands, pinning them above his head. Attaching my lips to his neck, the tender skin becoming marked by my teeth and tongue. 

  "Ahh-ah~" the sounds coming from his swollen lips urge me to continue. 

  I can feel his forearms tighten as his hands thrash about, trying to grab anything. His legs reach out and wrap around mine, grinding his bulge against my leg. His elicit moans exciting my member, the thin fabric of my pants becoming increasingly tighter each time one of the angelic sounds reaches my ear.

  While one hand holds both of his above his head, my other one is slowly undoing his belt. The thick leather band proving to be difficult to remove. 

  "Fuck-" I puff out before his lips grasp mine, removing my hand from his to quickly remove the burdensome article that currently separates our bodies.

  His hands tangle themselves into my hair, pulling the blonde locks, triggering a new wave of pleasure to erupt throughout my body. I gasp into his mouth, his tongue fighting with mine, mixing our saliva together in a heavenly cocktail. I remove his shirt in one fell swoop, discarding the thin tee. I notice the bruises covering his honey skin, the cuts and scars from past experiences still reside on him like a canvas.

  I kneel down and kiss his chest. Each bruise, cut, and scar becomes loved. I embrace every aspect of him because I know how damaged he is, and I can't let him slip away... not now. The thought of him only being a part of my imagination still lurks in my brain, and I'm scared I'll shatter this perfect dream if I make one wrong move.

  I stand up again, grabbing his ass in both of my hands. A firm squeeze causes him to squeak and jump up, wrapping his legs around my waist. I start to walk towards the bedroom, the small hallway proving difficult to fit both our bodies through; so I settle for the couch. Slamming his body down, not breaking our kiss as he gasps from the contact.

  "Baby boy~" I groan into his ear, his crotch grinding up against mine, "are you ready?"

  He looks up into my eyes, the dark brown orbs usually look so friendly, but now they look passionate. He nods his head slowly, reaching down and pulling my shirt off. I smile at him, the bewitching boy beneath me sending a wave of nerves throughout my body as he traces my chest with his small, precious fingertips.

  I slip my pants and boxers off, shimmying his down too. I make sure to kiss him every chance I can, the plump lips a source of reassurance in our nervous haste. My hand grips his, holding on as I fear of losing him. 

  "Baby..." He whispers, almost inaudible, his words pausing me from my actions. 

  "Yes, sweetheart? Is everything okay? Do you want to stop?" I ask, meeting his shy gaze.

  "No, everything's fine, I just wanted to say that I love you." He smiles, tears already brimming his eyes, "I wouldn't want to be here with anyone else."

  A smile overtakes my features and I quickly kiss away the tears falling from his eyes, my hand reaching for the bottle of lube beneath the coffee table- don't ask why it's there, it was a gift from our friends.

  As our lips lock together, I slaver my hands in a generous amount of lube, wrapping around Jimin's member and inserting one finger into his ass. A gasp and groan exit his mouth, throwing his head back exposing his pale neck covered in dark red hickeys. His eyes are screwed shut and his mouth opens and closes with soundless pleasure.

  I start to pleasure him, moving both my hand around his member and my finger to stretch him out. The moans he releases are chock-full of bliss. As I add another finger he arches his back. His hand reaches to my head and he meets my eyes with his.

  "Please, I'm ready Daddy." He smirks, grinding down onto my fingers.

  I grin, removing my fingers and brushing them off on the couch. I grab his hips, pulling him towards mine, positioning my self at his entrance. I sit back for a second, admiring his figure. 

  The mesmerizing body beneath me, a pale shade of ivory. The scars he possesses are still beautiful, just because they occupy a spot on his body. His chest is chiseled, and toned to a captivating T shape. His small features- shoulders, hands, and nose- are all very ravishing. Pink hair never really appealed to me, until I met him. The slightly crooked tooth in the front of his mouth is a delicate feature of his. It is also one of many factors that made me fall in likeness with him.

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Later that night

  Jimin fell asleep soon after our little bit of fun, cumming four times in one day is a lot for a little boy like him. So now he sleeps all tucked away in my room.

  Laying beside him on the small surface of the bed is probably one of the most content moments of my life. I didn't have to worry about someone trying to take me away to another room for "private" time. I didn't have to worry about the kid passed out in the corner with foam rising up his throat. And I didn't have to worry about whether or not I was gonna make it out of the house that night. All I had at this moment was enough to erase the amount of shit I had faced in the last few months. 

  Looking back upon it I can feel the tears rise up to my eyes and the bile returns from the pits of my stomach. Throwing the blankets over my body and rushing to the bathroom, a dry retch torments my body. 

  The cold floor is a shock to my warm body. After cleaning up, I hop into the shower to clean off from earlier today.

  The warm running water cascading down my body feels euphoric, and soon enough a thought-provoking question appeared out of nowhere.

  What do you want from Jimin? 

  And soon enough my brain was wracked with even more thoughts. Some good. Some bad. Mostly thinking about Jimin. How would I care for such a damaged person, if I couldn't even care for my own damaged self? How was I supposed to provide him with someone trustworthy, when I couldn't even stay away from toxic people who use me? Was I even ready for a relationship? 

  "Fuck! Why am I so messed up?" I burst, hitting the tiled wall of the shower.

  And what would happen if Jimin got exposed to those types of people? They would surely hurt him. The worst they could do would be to do to him what they do to me.

  You are no good for him. Leave now and he'll be fine, do it before there's anything to break off.

  I clench my fists, the tiny voice in my head can really fuck a situation up more than it already is. I feel like crying. Frustration becoming more prominent in my nerves right now. I have no idea how to feel about mine and Jimin's relationship, and whether or not to break it off before it's too late. Or just risk everything Jimin is and continue what could possibly be a toxic relationship... for the both of us.

  Quit thinking so deep into this... he could just be looking for a fuck buddy. Hopefully.