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❝ I fucked you good then. Didn't I? ❞
Love is a funny word with so many interpretations of its definition. Famous professional writer Park Jimin believed love to be a warm feeling felt within his heart if he was in the arms of someone he t...
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Lubed hands rubbed and rubbed in circular motions the reddened cold skin of Park Jimin as he laid his chest against a cushion and his crotch rubbed against the lap of Jeon Jungkook as the raven-haired actor massaged the blood-concentrated area between the writer's plump butcheeks. The writer's white boxers were lowered but his front area was covered, only his round buttcheeks were exposed against the thirsty actor.
"D-Don't massage t-too haAAgh-ah-rd," Jimin stuttered as he buried his head against another cushion when the raven-haired actor's hands full of balm cream had pressed a little too roughly against the purple hematoma on his skin. The writer muffled a scream from the sudden pain and the actor smirked. Was Jungkook enjoying this? The small grinds he made against Jimin's crotch were enough to answer that.
Rubbing his glimmering hands in circular motion and adding small pressure against the skin, Jungkook watched with lustful eyes how his movements separated the writer's buttcheeks enough to see the anus that from time to time clenched by instinct or just when he grinded against Jimin's sensitive area.
"How much do you like this Jimin-ssi?" Jungkook chuckled and gripped the writer's ass between his two hands.
"A-Ahh~ Stop looking at my ass Jungkook-ssi."
"Oh~ Should I? Then get someone else to skip a date with you so he can massage you like this." Jungkook's index finger wandered between the writer's butcheeks and slid inside with ease. "That went in so smooth Jimin-ssi."
The raven-haired actor felt the tightness of walls around his finger, the hole clenched around it and Jimin's body froze. Letting out a hiss mixed with a relief moan, Jimin shifted his head to glance at the male whose finger was beginning to thrust inside him.
"J-Jungkook-ssi, S-Sto-Auhg."
"Dul." The raven-haired male thrusted his middle finger along with his index finger with the intention of hitting the writer's prostrate dead-on just to hear the loud moan that his actions would trigger.
Moaning, Jimin's hips thrusted forward as his buttcheeks attempted to close tight—keyword, attempted—but the younger's left hand continued massaging over the blackened skin as if he wasn't thrusting his two fingers up until hitting the older's prostate.
"Do you like that? When I'm fucking my fingers into you and massaging your ass like this?" Jungkook teasingly grinded his hips upward, his tip twitching against the fabric of his black Calvin Klein boxers, and his teasing grinds drove Jimin to release a string of pre-cum in his white boxers.
"Mmmah~ P-Please, j-just d-don't tease me." Jimin fisted his knuckles on the cushion as he muffled a moan when Jungkook added his ring finger and curled his index finger to expand the tightened walls.
"Set. What a satisfying view." The raven-haired male chuckled in lust, clouded with the idea of having the writer cum just by his fingers. The idea was exciting to the younger, and he continued massaging the reddened skin and thrusting his fingers deeply—feeling the constant clench around them—until he felt between his clothed member, the timing of Jimin's twitching tip was just three twitches in five seconds.
