Sweet Like Sugar // Jung Hoseok ✔

Chapter $ 35

Lips, tongues, hands, skin, chests, hips, breaths.

Clashing, kissing, rubbing together, as you tore clothing from one another desperately, your breaths exchanging circularly as you went back and forth.

The trail of clothing left across your apartment as you led Jimin back toward your room, until he threw your bra behind him and picked you up, mouth attached to the flesh of your breast as you lifted your head back in a moan.

"Jimin," you whispered, hands tangled into his soft hair.

"Tell me what you want, Angel," his voice was low and husky, his breathing erratic, his eyes wide as he looked up at you.

You kissed him, trying to buy time to decipher your needs through the frenzy that had taken over your mind. You wanted badly to bow to him, learn who he was as a master and a lover, let him bend your will and push your boundaries in ways that you both feared and craved. You also didn't want to wait to devour him and let him consume you. You had no words to complete the paragraphs of wants and needs coursing through you at that moment.

"Make me remember," you finally begged, "Make me forget."

He nodded, eyes fluttering closed as he sat you on your bed and kissed your jaw and throat, hands wrestling against the fastens of his pants. Grabbing his wallet, he placed it in on the bed before letting the trousers fall to the floor and stepping out of them and back to you again.

Seeing him in his tight, black boxer briefs, standing like a god before you...you snapped. Scrambling to kneel up on the bed you reached for his hand and pulled your bodies together, mouth on his feverishly. You ran your nails down his chest and stomach, earning a sharp gasp as they pushed inside the waistband and palmed against the soft skin covering his hard erection.

"Y/N," he groaned, lifting his head to give you access to his neck as you bit and licked along the jumping muscles, "Mmngh...I want to ...ahh...do this right...take my time..."

"After," you growled out, nipping at the toned muscles of his chest, "Please...Jimin...I need it..."

His ears rang with your pleas. "Fuck," he huffed, helping you push his underwear down and kicking them off before crawling to the bed with you.

He laid you back as gently as he could, his hands shaking with want as they roamed your body. Pulling your panties off roughly, he threw them across the room, hovering over as his nimble fingers found your core already soaked with arousal. He slid two fingers in, pumping a few times before you took over, rolling and grinding your hips and fucking yourself on his fingers as he scissored them inside your walls.

Jimn watched your face as you clawed at his shoulders and shamelessly used his hand to chase your high. His teeth gnashed together, sucking a breath through them as he felt your hand encircle his smooth shaft. Your eyes drifted down, taking in the length and width, the perfect texture, the prominent ridge around the blushed pink head.

Fuck, even his dick was handsome.

The thought of how it would feel inside of you had your mind reeling, your orgasm running through you like a bullet train, fast and hard. Your hips made longer, wider circles, matching the rhythm to the pulsing power that took over your body as you unraveled at the hands of a man who looked pained as he watched you. His eyebrows knitted together, forehead creasing and eyes narrowed, jaw clenched and teeth grinding.

Placing your hands on your breasts, he encouraged you to play with your nipples, thrumming the peaks, while he leaned back and grabbed his wallet. Taking a condom and opening it, he jerked himself slowly while it rolled it on and watched you intently.

"Y/N," his voice was between a command and plea, "Ride me."

With a desperate whimper, you scrambled up and pushed him back to the mattress, lifting yourself to hover over his body. You gripped him lightly, easing the tip inside, but not moving, keeping your hips still as you teased him with a sigh and a chuckle. His head pressed into the mattress beneath him every time to wiggled or clamped around aching head, moans and whines turning into grunts and growls as you drew it out as long as you could.

"If you don't stop," he bit out harshly, "I can't be held responsible for - OOH FUUUCK, Y/N!" he finished in a loud yell as you finally sank him deep inside in one thrust.

You began to ride hard, thighs flexing to rose yourself up high and your hips rocking to grind against him when you came down, your pace as fast as you could possibly go. His hands gripped your sides, holding you up and helping you move, leaving your hands free to cup one over your breast while the other tangled into your hair while you moaned with abandon.

"I'm gonna come so hard," you panted, "I'm...oh god...I'm coming fast...Jimin..."

Jimin looked up at you in awe, biting his lip hard as he doubled his efforts and pulled you down onto his hips as he thrust up into you. Your breasts bounced from the force, your voice pitched higher with every lustful impact, a blush creeped over your neck as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

"You're a goddess," he whispered, "I can't wait to see you submitting to me." he closed his eyes at the thought, the veins in his neck straining behind flawless skin.

His words were your undoing, the bubble inside of you bursting and throwing your body forward as you caught yourself on your hands next to his head. You cried out his name, over and over, with each euphoric spasm that wracked your body and jolted through you.

Holding you tight around the waist with both arms, Jimin pumped into you as his grunted in a dulcet falsetto. He slowed, letting the strokes go longer and slower, until he finally stopped altogether with a soft moan. He pulled out, but kept your body close, feathering kisses over your neck and shoulder, whispering your name between bursts of heavy breaths.

Finally letting you go, he let you roll to the bed beside him while he turned to dispose of the condom he wore. Turning back, he pulled you close until your noses touched and your bodies were too close to tell one from the other.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked, knowing that it was common practice for Subs that weren't in committed relationships.

"I am. I didn't stop after..." you let your voice trail off, not wanting to talk about Hoseok at that moment.

"It's fine," Jimin brushed your hair from your face, reassuring you, "We can go get tested tomorrow, if you want?" He smiled while you nodded, burying his face into your neck, "Get some sleep, Angel. I'll need you again at least once before sunrise."