Time; Yoonmin

Chapter Thirteen

     Being naked in front of Min Yoongi is more intimidating than being naked in front of Hoseok for some reason. I have no idea why. I had a huge crush on Hoseok for a long time before we got together and never even thought about Yoongi like that but right now...
    I feel like my heart is going to beat right out of my chest. I want to curl under the sheets and hide away from his watching eyes as he observes my body.
     "How are you so pretty, short stuff?" He groans, sucking hard on my throat as his hands smooth over my body. I squeeze my eyes closed and tug at his shirt and jacket. It's not fair he's still fully dressed while I'm bare. Vulnerable.
     He chuckles at my non subtlety and begins quickly stripping down to his black boxers. I moan, never realizing just how fit and muscular he is.
     "Like what you see, beautiful?" He takes my lips again, his palms trailing up my thighs and spreading them wide. "You scared?" He groans out.
      I'm shivering. Afraid, yes, but for other reasons. I shake my head. "I want this." I admit, honestly.
    He looks surprised. "You just keep surprising me, Park. Don't stop doing that. Ever." He moans, grinding our erections together. I gasp and hold on to him as he kicks my hormones up another notch.
     "K-keep your promise." I whisper against his mouth.
     "Promise?"
     I smile up at him. "You said you'd make me cum harder than I've ever experienced in my life. I'm holding you to that."
     He smirks down at me, biting roughly on my bottom lip. "Oh I will. You better fucking scream my name. I'm going to make you forget anyone else besides me exists on this fucking planet, pretty boy. Just wait for it and enjoy." He growls playfully, tugging my lip hard before pushing my thighs far apart and maneuvering himself over my dripping cock.
     He takes me into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down hungrily making me cry out embarrassingly loud and arching my back. His fingers circle my hole teasingly at the same time.
      I moan. I can't stop comparing this to my first time with Hoseok. He had been rough and unkind. Impatient to have his own release. He never sucked me off or even prepared me properly.
     After a while I realized that the only time I'd receive any real pleasure from our coupling was if I prepared myself beforehand. I hated it but he'd never help me. Said I was strong enough to take it. It never made any sense to me. I know for a fact he never would have been able to take it. Hypocrite.
     I shudder as warm saliva drips down my balls to my ass and he carefully works one finger inside. Although I knew what to expect, I still jerk. I keep forgetting this body hasn't actually experienced this yet. It's all new again. This body has never been opened and abused and built to withstand rough sex.
      I bite my lip and watch as he continues to give me the best blowjob I've ever experienced as well as press a second finger inside me, stroking me open with patience and generosity.
     I blink. I never would have expected Min Yoongi-out of anyone-to be patient and gentle during sex. It's a shocking revelation.
     I hesitantly thrust my hips against his mouth and he grunts, deep throating me like a pro. Hoseok could never do that. He didn't like pleasuring me but when he did he never made me feel like this...
      He pulls off me. "Think you're ready, baby? Am I hurting you?" He asks, thrusting his fingers in and out of me frantically, stretching me out well.
It didn't hurt...
     I didn't know that it could just feel good and not hurt. It's a new sensation I'm not used to. Swallowing back tears, I nod. "I'm ready."
     He pulls me up into a sitting position and kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring ever inch of my mouth thoroughly while rubbing my thighs and butt relaxingly.
     "Don't forget to scream my name." He winks, pushing me back to the bed and positioning himself. I giggle, I can't help it. He smiles at the sound and it transforms his face. I really like it.
      He rubs his tip over my entrance teasingly before slowly pressing inside. I suck in a huge breath. It is painful but not nearly as bad as I was expecting.
     He pauses every few seconds to allow me to adjust before burrowing deeper and deeper inside until he's fully sheathed in my body.
      I clench as he twitches inside me and he moans, dropping down over my chest and kissing me, his hands skimming up my arms to grasp my wrists and pin them above my head.
      I wrap my legs around him as he begins thrusting in earnest. "Ah! Ahhh...nghhh..." I throw my head back at the exquisite pleasure he's forcing out of me.
     Each jolt of his hot powerful body into mine sending electricity throughout my entire body. Heat pooling in my belly as I prepare to do as he vowed, cum harder than I've ever in my life.
     "Say it." He demands, biting hard on my lip.
     I open my mouth but all that comes out are harsh breathless moans. My nails dig into my palms as he holds me prisoner underneath him.
     "Say. It." He gasps, mouthing hickies on my neck, his balls slapping hard against my ass, the vibrations pushing me closer and closer off that precipice.
     "Y-Yoongi!" I choke out. "God...Yoongi! I'm gonna c-cum!" I scream, body tightening up as he pounds relentlessly against my prostate, stimulating it almost painfully but oh so good.
     "Found it. I'm gonna make you cum so good, baby." He grunts.
     I can't stop. My body bows up and I cum hard, toes curling and mouth dropping open as I cover my stomach in rich thick cum.
     He huffs above me, fingers tightening around my wrists as he quickens his pace, fucking me harder, chasing his own orgasm.
     "Yoongi, Yoongi....Yoongi...ughhhh.." I keep mumbling unintelligibly, my mind gone to heaven as he continues to help me ride out my high. Sweat and cum dripping onto the sheets as he grunts, hips stuttering bruisingly against mine.
     "Tell me you'll be mine." He gasps against my ear. "Say it, Jimin. Say you'll be fine. Only mine. No one else." He chokes out, filling me up. "No one else can make you feel like this. No one can make you cum like me. Say this is all mine." He chokes out, our lips meeting in a sloppy wet kiss.
      I whimper as he finally releases my wrists, my hips still slamming down on his, my inner muscles milking him through his orgasm.
     I open my eyes blearily to see him staring intently right into them. Our faces inches apart. I've never felt this way before. I don't know what to do. What to say. Do I want to be his? Yes, at this moment I want nothing else...but I don't want to this to turn back into another forceful and abusive relationship. I'm scared.
    "Jimin?" He asks, waiting. Our bodies still joined, his cum dripping down my cheeks. Our sweat mingling.
I'm scared. I'm afraid to want this. Afraid of making another mistake....
    "Park?" His brows furrow as he slowly pulls up and out of me. A small moan pulling from my mouth at the separation. I don't know what to do...Panic and fear begins to take hold of me.
     He sighs and begins grabbing his clothes. "I get it. Whatever." He mutters. Jerking his clothes back on.
      I pull my knees up to my chest and watch in silence as he prepares to leave. I want to say it...but it gets stuck in my throat every time.
     After a few minutes of heavy silence...he gives up and leaves, slamming the door behind him. I flinch at the loud sound, glad my parents aren't home.
     When he's gone, I finally get up and limp to the bathroom, showering all of our combined passion off of me. As I let the hot water run over my tired and sore body I can't help but remember him years from now...he was obviously married. If I...chose to accept him...would I be taking away happiness for someone else more deserving?
What if I'm not the one for him? We're both still young. What if I accept him and years later he finds that special one and leaves me? What if I'm left alone...I don't want to die alone...
     Tears mingle with the spray. I wrap my arms around myself, noticing the bruises around my wrists from his rough hold. I liked it. Felt wanted and cherished, that I could make him that passionate and out of control.
What if rejecting him was a mistake...the thought plays over and over again in my head. What if I can never truly be happy? Eventually I get out of the shower and toss a robe around me. Stripping the dirty sheets, I replace them with fresh ones, never once allowing myself to look across the room at the window. Is he watching me? Regretting being with me?
     Or worse...is he out forgetting all about me with others...I glance over to see his room dark and empty. My heart clenches at the sight.
I'm scared.
     I want Min Yoongi.
     I want to be his.