... Jimin was about to get down and part the kiss, when Yoongi’s hand went to his waist hurriedly, the other resting gently on his cheek, like he was too fragile. Jimin opened his eyes with the movement and saw that Yoongi’s got his eyes shut, his eyebrows drawn together as he kissed Jimin back, reverently. Yoongi’s face was full of intense emotions, his hand holding his cheek like Jimin was the most precious being. Jimin sighed breathily, feeling his heart flutter, and closed his eyes again. It was like they were the only ones in the world....
... The elevator pinged, signaling that the doors were sliding open, and it startled Jimin....
... He opened his eyes hazily, still caught up in all those feelings, and slowly, ever so gently, disentangled himself from Yoongi’s arms. Yoongi just let him go silently, his eyes, though, never leaving him....
... The pregnant man was still blushing as he took one of Yoongi’s hands in his, the taller looking like he was mesmerized in something on Jimin’s face, and pulled him gently to the elevator before the doors closed again....
... Jimin leaned his back on the elevator’s wall and watched Yoongi click the button to the underground parking. He cleared his throat,...
...“Uhm, I’ll stay at the entrance, I’m gonna call a car.” he said silently, and Yoongi just smiled to himself and looked down for a second before focusing his eyes on Jimin’s again,...
...“...Let me drive you home.” he said, also in a quiet voice, almost a whisper, and the words got caught in Jimin’s throat....
... They stayed still for a moment, staring at each other, Yoongi close to him like they were friends , and in the end Jimin just nodded....
...“But, are you sure? It’s so late already…?” Jimin didn’t know why he was speaking so quietly in the elevator, looking at Yoongi almost shyly, through his eyelashes. But, it was probably because there were so many things going on in his mind....
... Were they friends?...
... What was the meaning of all of that? They couldn’t come back to casually fucking, there was an innocent kid in the middle of it, now....
... And, Jimin’s heart was in another state, now. He wouldn’t be able to support another round of that reckless kind of relationship they had....
... Would Jimin just end up heartbroken again?...
...“It’s ok.” Yoongi’s whisper made Jimin snap his head up, and he realised how close the other was to him in the empty elevator. Yoongi caressed Jimin’s cheeks with both hands, and as if he had read Jimin’s thoughts, he was frowning, honesty flooding his eyes as he watched Jimin’s pretty face,...
...“It will be okay. Trust me.” Yoongi continued, his voice a mere whisper as if they were sharing a big secret, “I will… I will take care of you, okay?”...
... Jimin gaped slightly, his heart wanting to burst out of his chest as he saw Yoongi smile down at him full of fondness, uncertainty, a mix of determination and insecurity on his face. Jimin didn’t move, still leaning against the wall, and Yoongi softly, so gently, closed his eyes and gave Jimin’s forehead a kiss....
... For the second time that night, Jimin’s legs felt like jelly, but it was another feel entirely....
... Jimin opened his mouth, trying to think of something to answer, feelings too various in his poor heart, when the magic of the scene suddenly ended....
... The doors opened, and they were met with the empty parking lot....
... Jimin looked back at Yoongi, at a loss of words from the sudden outburst of sweetness that came from the older, and this time, it was Yoongi that took Jimin’s hands in his and pulled him out, Jimin seeming to be mesmerised by something on Yoongi’s face....
...---------...
... The car ride back to Jimin’s house was quiet....
... Jimin was trying not to appear so shook at Yoongi’s earlier words. Was he supposed to take them really, really seriously? What did Yoongi want from him?...
... They were riding through the dead and quiet business center of Seoul at night, and Jimin slowly, uncertainty in his movements, raised his hands and took off his angel headpiece. Somehow, Jimin was partly amazed from seeing it, there were red smears of lip tint in his fluffy, previously white, fake halo....
... Jimin wondered, in the dark of the car, if what happened today - all those passionate, lustful kisses at the party, and then their sweet, overly romantic ones - would change anything in their situation....
... Jimin sighed subtly. No. Probably nothing would change. They would still have to raise their kid as separate parents....
... He looked sideways, quietly, at Yoongi. The older had an ease about his body and lack of movements, his hand on the steering wheel looking relaxed, his eyes calmly watching the roads ahead and taking turns from time to time, that Jimin just didn’t seem to share. Jimin rested a hand on his belly and looked ahead, resignated that their drive would just be another awkward, silent one to add on the list, when Yoongi’s voice surprised him,...
...“I heard my mom visited you?” Yoongi asked without taking his eyes off the streets. His voice was quiet, and the car was dark. It felt too domestic for Jimin’s heart to take....
...“Uhm… yeah.” Jimin murmured, unsure on how to continue. Would Yoongi be mad that his mom went to see him?...
...“What did you think of her?” Yoongi continued, and by his relaxed shoulders, Jimin figured the other was just okay with that, and trying to do some small talk....
...“She’s so nice,” Jimin smiled faintly at the memory, and then laughed to himself, adding, “She brought your baby pictures.”...
... Yoongi looked at Jimin for a second, and when he caught the sight of Jimin chuckling quietly, his adorable eye-smile and small hand trying to cover his mouth, he couldn’t help but laugh as well. Jimin’s happiness was too contagious, and Yoongi was too soft for it....
... Yoongi was cracking a fond smile, still watching the road, when he said,...
...“Yeah, she told me…” Jimin looked at him quickly, surprised, and then he continued, “ ...after she came back from your house.”...
...“Oh…” Jimin mumbled, surprised. Yoongi scoffed once, still looking ahead, and said,...
...“And oh, you’ve gotten yourself a new fan, you know?” Yoongi had a shit eating grin on his face, “After she met you, she came straight to me to talk wonders about you…” Jimin blushed, suddenly embarrassed that he had caused such an impression on the lady, “Saying you were such a famous and talented supermodel, and that you were so beautiful -”...
...“...St-stop.” Jimin mumbled, almost whining, and looked at the opposite direction from Yoongi, feeling self conscious....
...“Ah! But the best part was when she literally had my assistant order for her every single magazine you’ve been on?!” Yoongi was still laughing, and Jimin could have had a cloud of rain above his head in that moment, trying to shrink in his side as much as possible, “Like, and she doesn’t even know that your main career is in runway yet! She’ll be mind-blown when she finally realises it…!”...
... Yoongi was smiling like he thought it was all hilarious, but Jimin was biting his lip nervously, and side eyed Yoongi....
...“...But… So… She thought I was ok?” Jimin was extremely nervous with the thought of Kim Hyoji approving his person or not....
... Yoongi looked at Jimin with an amused smile on his face, eyes squinting in playful confusion,...
...“If she thought you were okay?!” Yoongi scoffed, “...Yes, let’s say she did.” Yoongi answered with a somewhat candid voice, sounding like he was hiding details, “She thought you were okay… more than okay.”...
...“Oh…” Jimin was still blushing, and looked at his own hands in his lap, quietly....
...“What about you? Did you like her?” Yoongi asked with his shoulders relaxed, but Jimin, looking at the other, caught a hint of forced nonchalance in his voice. He smiled sweetly,...
...“Of course! She’s perfect! I’m so happy she’ll be my baby’s grandma, it’ll be great!” Jimin said, honestly excited. He already knew he would have a really good relationship with the older woman. Yoongi smiled to himself while driving, seeming to be lost in thoughts,...
...“Yeah, you will…” Yoongi murmured, a dumb smile on his face, “She thinks it’s a girl,”...
...“She told me, yeah,” Jimin answered, still smiling, but could feel the atmosphere in the dark car sobering up by the seconds. They still hadn’t really talked about their baby. Yoongi’s first reaction to his pregnancy still haunted Jimin, and he couldn’t help but think that the man wasn’t at all excited to be a parent....
... Honestly, right now, Jimin just couldn’t relate. He was already in love with his little baby, growing up inside of him. It already meant the world for him....
... Jimin rubbed his baby bump, accepting that they would just fall back to awkward silence again. Jimin watched the city lights pass by them, the deserted, dark streets they went through. None of them said a thing for some seconds, and Jimin thought they wouldn’t talk anymore, but then Yoongi said, his voice quiet and hesitant,...
...“And you?”...
... Jimin turned to look at the older, but Yoongi just kept looking ahead, his hands on the steering wheel not so relaxed anymore....
...“What?...” Jimin almost whispered, his own hands still resting on his belly....
...“Do you think it’s a girl? Or a boy?” Yoongi’s voice was close to a whisper, too, and Jimin watched the other visibly gulp. Jimin licked his lips, a little nervous, and tried to conceive his feelings, his heart beating too fast as he answered, voice delicate,...
...“I don’t… I don’t care,” Jimin shrugged slightly, “Either way it’s good, I just want it to be healthy… and… The surprise will be nice, too,” Jimin smiled faintly to himself, looking down at his belly, fondness all over his voice and his face, full of endearment for his little unborn baby....
... Yoongi just hummed, visibly awkward. Jimin watched the older for some time, in silence, wanting to ask million different questions. Even after Kim Hyoji’s visit, there was still so many things Jimin wanted to know. Needed to know....
... What was Yoongi’s point of view in all of this, now?...
... Jimin opened his mouth, but the words got caught in his throat....
... In Yoongi’s point of view, that was all a big inconvenient mess, right? They were just fucking, in an extremely laid back dom-sub relationship, without written contracts, so Yoongi should be really uncomfortable now, right? Getting a sub pregnant, principally one you weren’t supposed to be attached to at all, would be like hell, a nightmare, right?...
... Then why were they here, now? Why was Yoongi driving Jimin home like this?...
... Probably out of politeness . the darkest part of his mind answered him, but… Was Yoongi that polite?...
... “It will be okay. Trust me.” Yoongi continued, his voice a mere whisper as if they were sharing a big secret, “I will… I will take care of you, okay?”...
... Jimin gaped slightly, his heart wanting to burst out of his chest as he saw Yoongi smile down at him full of fondness, uncertainty, a mix of determination and insecurity on his face. Jimin didn’t move, still leaning against the wall, and Yoongi softly, so gently, closed his eyes and gave Jimin’s forehead a kiss....
... Jimin looked down, that flustering memory replaying in his mind over and over again, Those words, “I will take care of you”, were they… Were they for real? …...
... They seemed to be so honest. Jimin was looking right at Yoongi’s eyes while the older said those. Jimin knew they were true....
... Jimin bit his lower lip, and, against all his fears, he asked Yoongi, a bit too late, but,...
...“And you?” Jimin’s voice was a mere whisper, under his breath, and he wasn’t looking at Yoongi as he asked it. It wasn’t just a matter of small talk in a car. It meant so much more ....
... Somehow, Yoongi heard Jimin’s words....
...“I think it might be a girl, too, but if it were a boy it would be good, because… well, I never really understood girls.” Yoongi said, his voice, too, quiet like an afraid whisper, and Jimin could just stay in silence, letting Yoongi’s response sink in....
... It was like his heart was about to burst out of his chest....
...“Oh.” Jimin’s hands were heavy and warm on the skin of his own swollen belly....
... They stayed in complete silence for the rest of the ride, the weight of their last conversation too heavy on them. Yoongi’s last words kept ringing in his head, and his brain kept trying to find logical reasons and explanations for his answer. They all led to the same conclusion: Yoongi cared....
... Jimin bit his lips and turned to look out of the window in silence. They were already entering his private neighborhood’s area....
... After some moments, Yoongi’s car was stopping in front of Jimin’s house, but none of them moved....
... Jimin stayed in his seat and slowly turned to look at Yoongi, only to find out that the older was already staring at Jimin, face unreadable....
... Jimin absently thought that Yoongi looked really, really different from the cocky, rich business man he used to hook up with, in the past. Yoongi, in all his post-party glory, face smudged with red and kisses, black bomber jacket all rumpled in his skinny frame, just looked young. Like someone’s 26-year-old boyfriend, after a crazy halloween party....
... They stayed in silence again, just contemplating each other’s appearance, and Jimin wondered what Yoongi was possibly thinking about him. Jimin eyed Yoongi and realised how close they were, completely alone, in the dead of the night, with no words to say to each other, and, at the same time, a million things to tell with the light of their eyes....
... It felt like they were in a movie, or a tv drama. One of the saddests....
... Jimin tried to smile a little, and it wasn’t forced. It was never forced, with Yoongi. Jimin couldn’t help but feel comfortable around him. To feel safe....
...“...Thanks for driving me here.” Jimin said in a quiet voice, his smile turning sweet. Yoongi just looked at his eye-smile face with a lost look in his....
...“It’s nothing.” Yoongi replied, just as quiet. It was like they didn’t want to disturb something....
... Jimin broke their eye contact to turn away and look at his own front door through the window. He really wasn’t sleepy, and he needed a shower....
... Without thinking much of it, Jimin suggested,...
...“Why don’t you get in? It’s late.” Yoongi’s eyebrows shot up, “You can sleep here.”...
... Maybe it was the way Jimin said it, or his hesitant, hopeful voice. Or his pretty eyes, and his cute serious face. Or his hand resting loosely on his baby belly. Maybe it was because of their heated, crazed makeout session at the back of the party, or their sweet kisses and honest, gentle touches near the elevators, later....
... Either way, Yoongi couldn’t say anything other than,...
...“Yes.” Yoongi nodded, and got his keys out of the ignition. When he turned his head up to look at Jimin, he realised how their faces were close....
... Jimin had leaned slightly to see what Yoongi was getting, but when the other’s face went up, they both stopped their movements, staring at each other in surprise....
... Outside, it was dark and cold. Inside, it was also dark, and silent. The only sound was of their even breathing, their noses so close they were almost touching....
... Jimin realised he wanted it - really, really did. He just wanted their lips to meet. Not for lust or anything; it came like a normal movement, a simple instinct....
... Yoongi must have thought the same thing, because suddenly Jimin was feeling Yoongi’s soft, wet lips on his, in a chaste kiss inside the car. A kiss a normal couple would share inside a car, after a party, in the middle of the quiet night....
... Could they be a couple, someday?...
... Jimin’s eyelashes fluttered, but didn’t close. Neither did Yoongi’s - he older kept looking at Jimin’s eyelashes, his eyebrows up in mild surprise, the bridge of his nose....
... Yoongi got back only to peck him again on the lips, and again, just so gently, full of bigger emotions flooding his heart. Yoongi closed his eyes as his feelings got too fond, and he raised a gentle hand to Jimin’s face, his touch like feathers on his cheek, while he kept kissing Jimin in a chaste way, and his nose, and his cheeks, his chin....
... Jimin, too, just closed his eyes and let his face be fondled by Yoongi’s lips and fingers, until Yoongi let him go. Jimin stared at Yoongi with his lips hanging open slightly, his breath coming in tiny puffs and his cheeks red with blush, overwhelmed with all that love- I mean, like....
... Like, --yeah. Uhm-...
... Jimin gasped and looked away, too afraid to look in Yoongi’s eyes - afraid of what he would see in them....
... He didn’t turn to see Yoongi get out of the car, walk to his side and open his door for him, offering a hand to help him out. Jimin didn’t question it and took it quietly, letting Yoongi pull him and guide him to the door, putting his arm protectively around Jimin’s shoulders, the material of Yoongi’s jacket warm, protecting him from the piercing cold of the quiet night....
... Yoongi didn’t let go of Jimin’s shoulders as the smaller unlocked his front door, and they got in....
... Jimin stepped ahead and Yoongi’s arm fell back down. He turned awkwardly to Yoongi, his voice hesitant, the instinct to fiddle with his fingers like a shy little kid too strong in his mind,...
...“I’m gonna… drink some water, just… make yourself at home…?” Jimin said and Yoongi nodded, smiling fondly, his hands coming to rest in his bomber jacket’s pockets....
...“I’ll be here.” Yoongi said, flicking the living room lights on and letting his eyes wander through the place, finding Jimin’s touch in every detail of it....
...--------...
... Jimin was leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to calm his nerves and stop acting like a crushing teenager, when Yoongi stepped inside the room, calmly....
...“You were taking too long.” Yoongi explained simply, looking relaxed next to Jimin....
... The model’s heart couldn’t take it. That was like the first time Yoongi was in his kitchen, another Yoongi; because before, Yoongi had been in his black business suit, black hair neatly combed, cellphone in hand. But now, it was 3 a.m. and Yoongi was too casual, too soft....
... They were totally domestic....
... If someone were to describe this situation six months ago to Jimin, he would laugh at their faces. Six months ago, Jimin was just a young model with the sex drive of a rabbit, just wanting to live life to the fullest and get rich....
... Now, Jimin was soft, his cheeks were slightly chubby, and he was being overly domestic with a guy that used to be his dom in bed. Said guy, Yoongi, father of his unborn baby....
... Jimin watched Yoongi make himself at home in his kitchen. Get the kettle, fill it with water, put it on the stove. He didn’t even ask before grabbing the chamomile tea box....
...“Why don’t you go take a bath? I’ll give it to you once it’s finished.” Yoongi said evenly. Jimin was still leaning on the counter, trying not to appear so affected by all of it - the easiness Yoongi had in his home, the fact that the man, apparently, knew Jimin liked to drink tea before sleeping, and that chamomile was his favorite - how did he know? Yoongi would need to have remembered it from the time they still were fucking in Yoongi’s apartment, several months ago....
... Jimin nodded, and went back on his feet....
... He looked back at Yoongi for a moment, hesitant in letting the man by himself, but Yoongi just nodded encouragingly, a small smile on his face as he opened the fridge to look for something. Like he was a supportive partner....
... Jimin turned back and walked to his bedroom upstairs....
...----------...
... Inside the warm bathtub, full of light pink roses water, Jimin stroked his baby belly. It wasn’t so big, but it was there, unmistakable. Because of winter, his skin was more pale than usual, but looked soft....
... Before the pregnancy, he used to have a muscular body, his thighs thick with well defined muscles, lean abs and nice biceps. But now, his arms were a bit thinner, a lot softer, and so did his legs. Basically, he was soft and more fragile looking, now....
... And his hair was a light shade of strawberry, almost blond, with a hint of his black roots already visible....
... Jimin closed his eyes and tried to relax. He needed to not make a big deal out of it - Yoongi coming back with him after the party, staying in his quiet house, talking in almost whispers, too domestic and soft with him....
... Would they just sleep? Would Yoongi try something once they were in bed?...
... Would Jimin try something?...
... And his baby, god. What was he supposed to do?...
... Sometimes, when he was completely alone, in the middle of the night, he thought about the future and panicked. He was way too young for that. How would he… take care of a baby? Be a father to a little girl or a little boy?...
... He already had some baby clothes and diapers stocked, but there was so much he needed to sort out before the baby was here....
... And he was already 24 weeks. Six months....
... When he got to 25 weeks, he would be officially 7 months into it. Only two more months and that kid would be in his arms....
... Jimin opened his eyes and decided that was enough. He wasn’t alone to internally panic to his heart’s content. Yoongi was probably waiting for him, and his tea getting too cold....
... He got out, enjoying the roses’ scented water, dried himself and got dressed. He was in a pair of loose, comfy sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt he used to sleep. He spent some minutes with the hairdryer, and then got out of the bathroom, only to see Yoongi already sitting in the corner of the bed, his back to him....
... Before entering the bathroom Jimin had already chosen some clothes for Yoongi to change into, and laid them on his bed. Yoongi had probably entered his room and guessed that they were for him, because he was wearing them now - a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants of his. Just like how Jimin imagined, their bodies and sizes were really close, almost identical, so his clothes were perfect on Yoongi, a bit oversized just how they would be on Jimin. Also, Yoongi looked like he had taken a warm shower, probably in one of the other bathrooms in the house....
... It felt so domestic when Jimin sat on the bed, more to the middle, cross legged and Yoongi handed him his mug of tea wordlessly. Jimin didn’t know if the warmth inside of him was because of the tea he was drinking, or because of the way he watched Yoongi put his phone to charge in Jimin’s charger by his bedside table....
... His clothes looked good on Yoongi. He looked soft and homey in them....
...“How is it?” Yoongi asked, turned to face Jimin, his arm supporting his weight on the mattress....
... Jimin just smiled and took another sip of his tea. It was perfect....
...“Good.” Jimin answered quietly, almost mumbling, and trying to hide his dumb smile behind the mug he was holding his both hands....
... The comfortable smile Yoongi gave him was even better....
... The lights were off, only his both table lamps on, and the door almost closed. That dim light, for some reason, turned everything even more intimate and somewhat comfortable. It was dark but they could still see each other’s faces perfectly....
... Jimin was almost finishing his warm tea, Yoongi watching him drink with a relaxed face, a calm atmosphere in the room, when Jimin tried to shift in his position and brought a hand to his shoulder....
... He should have known. He was starting to feel the consequences of standing up so much - back pains. His bones were tired. He tried to crack his junctures, moving his shoulders in an uncomfortable expression, but it didn’t help....
...“What is going on?” his eyes focused back on Yoongi, that was now watching him with a worried frown. Jimin shrugged,...
...“Back pains. Happens every night.” he said simply, but frowned when he saw the slightly horrified expression on Yoongi’s face. The man seemed to be at a lost in his own thoughts for a moment, until he finally said,...
...“Let me help.” Yoongi said and before Jimin could protest (he wouldn’t, really) he was completely climbing on the bed and getting closer to Jimin until he was behind him....
... Jimin’s breath hitched when he felt Yoongi’s firm hands on his shoulders, the other’s even breath tickling the back of Jimin’s neck. He tried to relax, still a bit stupefied with Yoongi’s gestures, and let the feel of his fingers soothe him....
... He knew his breathing was not even close to even. He could feel his heart clenching, and a sudden need to cry, as Yoongi’s fingers - so gently, so caring, and delicate - moved against his shoulders blades and the muscles of his back, slowly up and down....
... Jimin lowered his half-empty mug on his lap and tried to look back at Yoongi, but only got an eyeful of the other’s black hair. It was just slightly damp, as if the older hadn’t had the same patience as Jimin on drying it. Jimin looked at at his own small fingers and released a shaky breath. He eyed his baby belly, solid and round after six, almost seven months of pregnancy, and tried to hold back his tears. He didn’t understand them....
... Was it because Yoongi was in his house, wearing his clothes, giving him a gentle and slow back massage?...
... Jimin bit his lips and breathed through his nose. Those damned butterflies in his stomach were going crazy....
... Yoongi was now massaging his lower back the best way he could with Jimin sitting, and that was the part that hurt the most. Jimin’s body swayed slightly with the movements, and he knew he was blushing, still looking down at his lap....
... Yoongi’s hands patiently went up to Jimin’s shoulders again, and delicately massaged the back of his neck, too....
... The silence of the room wasn’t suffocating - it was sacred. Jimin felt small and big at the same time in that atmosphere, and his heart was swelling with emotions he didn’t know how to name. Yoongi’s hands came to rest on either side of Jimin’s shoulders, and he felt Yoongi’s face getting closer to his neck, slowly but not hesitantly, and planted a devoted kiss on Jimin’s shoulder that was covered by his sweater....
... Jimin gasped silently, and his pretty eyebrows knitted together. He knew he was still blushing, his body seeming to be electrified by that chaste kiss, and Yoongi’s forehead was resting on the place he had kissed, now....
... Jimin gulped and turned his head back to the side where Yoongi was. Yoongi felt the movement more than saw, and his hands squeezed Jimin’s small shoulders once before he turned his head up, letting the other see his face....
... Jimin’s lips parted slightly, and he was still frowning, overwhelmed, as their eyes locked....
... Yoongi was looking at him with an expression that would be pained, but not quite. The man’s eyes were shining with words he couldn’t say, not right now, but he meant every one of them. Promises and pleads that made Jimin’s blush on his cheeks worsen....
... Jimin’s heart was fluttering, his whole body was awake in a way he had never felt before, too overwhelmed, and it was like he was a small bird in Yoongi’s gentle hands. Jimin looked at Yoongi’s lips and closed his own, nervous, but Yoongi just turned down and gave another soft kiss to his shoulder, his hands rubbing his shoulders and upper arms affectionately....
... He silently leaned forward, still behind Jimin, and took the mug of cold tea from Jimin’s fingers. Jimin watched, with a quiet mesmerized expression, Yoongi get up from the bed and place the mug on the bedside table near him. And then stayed on his feet, looking down at Jimin with a conflicted look on his face....
...“I should… Go to a… Guest bedroom…?” he began talking like he was suggesting it, but ended up in a question, looking Jimin, that hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed, weirdly....
... That seemed to bring Jimin out of his stupor. But not enough to higher his voice. Jimin whispered, shyly, looking Yoongi through his eyelashes,...
...“You can sleep here with me.”...
... Yoongi released a shaky breath, and nodded....
... Jimin knew the possible outcomes of that night, but he wasn’t so scared to the point of wanting to making them impossible anymore. He was still scared, and he knew Yoongi was, too, - he could see it in his eyes, in the touch of his hands, in his kisses on his shoulder, - but Jimin was willing to try, and let it happen....
... He discovered that it was too beautiful to not let it happen....
... Jimin never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before, and he knew, by looking at him, that Yoongi never had, too. Not like that - not like it was real . So real it could kill them....
... Jimin watched, still in his spot in the middle of the bed, as Yoongi got a hold of the comforters and pulled them up, climbing beneath them later. Jimin’s heart was on his hand as he slowly fell on the mattress, facing Yoongi’s calm face....
... They laid like that, staring at each other quietly, until Jimin smiled, shy and sweet, and wiggled closer. He wanted to feel that again - the way Yoongi’s touch awoke his entire body and settled him on edge, but not the usual sexual kind of edge....
... Jimin closed his eyes and pecked Yoongi on the lips, letting go of his fears. He would just let it happen....
... Yoongi got one of his hands from beneath the covers and cupped Jimin’s cheek gently, making his head stay in place as he moved his lips against Jimin’s, slowly, and full of meaning, for the first time....
... Jimin sighed breathily, squeezing his eyes shut....
... Yoongi kissed him more until he got his hand off from Jimin’s face and rested it on his waist, bringing them closer. Jimin’s protruding belly was pressed against Yoongi’s flat stomach, and his hand snaked under Jimin’s sweater when their kissing got more intense. Jimin shivered with the hot touch of Yoongi’s fingers against his waist and back, rubbing his skin slowly....
... Yoongi parted their kiss, but before Jimin could protest, he was gently pushing at Jimin’s hipbone until his back was hitting the mattress softly, and Yoongi quickly climbed up....
... His lips went immediately to Jimin’s neck, distributing kisses all over the skin in there, and Jimin moaned appreciatively, one hand coming to push at Yoongi’s dark hair. Yoongi nipped, then, and Jimin’s moans got louder, more arousing for the both of them....
... Yoongi brought one hand down to palm at Jimin’s bulge before bringing his lips to the other’s lips, saying in a husky voice,...
...“Your little breathy moans drive me crazy, every time,” Jimin gasped, a shot of arousal going straight to his **** with Yoongi using that rougher voice he loved so much, and he moaned sensually when Yoongi bit his earlobe, grinding their erections together....
... And suddenly Yoongi attacked Jimin’s lips with a renewed fervor, the wet sound of their mouths filling the empty room together with their heavy breathing....
...“Ah, ah…! ...a-” Jimin moaned like crazy when Yoongi’s hand snaked under his sweatpants, under his underwear, and his middle finger got in between his buttcheeks and circled his pink rim....
... Yoongi hid his smile full of teeth on Jimin’s pliant neck and reveled in the pretty sounds he was making....
... He got his hand back up then, and moved to sit upright in between Jimin’s legs. Jimin was blushing prettily and his lips were kiss swollen, his sweater was pulled up, letting Yoongi see the skin of his firm round belly. Yoongi quickly got out of his t-shirt and tossed it somewhere....
... Jimin watched Yoongi in anticipation as the older put his hands on his hips and slid them up his body, getting the sweater out of the way too. Jimin was moaning under his breath and his **** was hard in his pants, seeing Yoongi shirtless and above him, palming at his own hard on....
... Jimin hurried out of his sweater as well, and Yoongi helped him in a much calmer pace when the other got stuck, his laying position not helping his movements. Yoongi let out a quiet laugh and Jimin wanted to scold him....
... But soon they were touching again, and the sparks sent through their bodies at their friction quickly made them forget everything else....
... Yoongi’s teeth found Jimin’s bottom lip and bit sensually, making Jimin groan and run his hands against his chest above him. His heart was beating like crazy, and he was getting impatient. The previous pure and timid feelings were being replaced by his lust and hunger. That contact wasn’t enough, he needed more....
...“Yoongi, I need you-” Jimin groaned but got interrupted by his own moan when Yoongi bit his neck, hard, and sucked a hickey. It probably wouldn’t mark, since Yoongi didn’t spend too much time at it....
... Jimin’s back arched when Yoongi’s lips kept going down on his body, brushing deliciously against his collarbones, down his ******, and his protruding pregnant belly....
...“This is so beautiful, Jiminnie,” Yoongi groaned without taking his lips of Jimin’s skin. In his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking how Jimin was so beautiful, pretty and adorable, every single part of him, even his baby bump was perfect, for Yoongi. He kissed his belly chastely and kept wandering his face down south, until his lips and hands found the waistband of Jimin’s sweatpants....
... Jimin eagerly lifted his hips off the mattress for Yoongi to slip his pants down, together with his underwear, letting his pretty flushed cock free. Jimin moaned and turned his head to the side, feeling like he would go crazy when Yoongi held his **** with a hand and didn’t waste time before licking at the head....
... Jimin’s desperate whimpers and breathy whines fueled Yoongi as he slid his lips around Jimin’s erection, downing his head and sucking. Jimin’s small fingers found Yoongi’s hair and pulled at the roots, squirming under Yoongi’s tongue and lips, completely ***** on the bed. Yoongi sucked at his **** expertisely, feeling his own harden at Jimin’s lustful sounds and his delicious rose smell, until he felt precome coming out of the tip of Jimin’s member, and pulled his mouth off....
... Jimin’s whines in protests quickly became slutty moans again when Yoongi’s hands grabbed at his inner thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and spreading them to make his little hole visible. His tongue lapped at his entrance, Yoongi absolutely loving the way Jimin’s helpless moans filled the dark room, his small fingers pulling at his dark hair encouragingly, his legs caging Yoongi’s head in between them....
... The blond’s back arched when Yoongi’s tongue finally entered him, and one of his fingers was also massaging his rim to make it more relaxed. Jimin’s moans became more high-pitched and desperate, and he just wanted Yoongi, now ,...
...“Yoongi, ah- ah!... yoon-” Jimin tried to speak up but each movement of Yoongi’s tongue and fingers caught his words, the pleasure too distracting. His **** was already rock hard and still shining with Yoongi’s spit, sensitive in the cold air of the room,...
...“Yoongi….!” Jimin tried again, pulling at his hair more forcefully. The man was too excited in opening Jimin up, thought, and continued his movements, getting more frantic with his lips, his fingers close to start scissoring Jimin’s entrance,...
...“Ah…! Ahh-” Jimin was doing his best to hold his ******, because he stubbornly didn’t want things to end like that. He was noticing that Yoongi was way too worked up in that rimming, as if he was expecting Jimin to come like that....
... But Jimin didn’t want it to end in rimming. He wanted to go all the way ....
...“Yoongi!!” he was close to scolding the other man, and pulled harshly at his hair until Yoongi’s tongue was out of him....
... Yoongi’s face got from in between his legs, but his three fingers stayed inside Jimin’s hole. Jimin was breathing heavily at the sight of Yoongi’s wrecked face, his eyes dark with lust and lips red and slightly swollen from the work on Jimin’s body....
...“Yoongi, I don’t want to come like this.” Jimin deadpanned, and Yoongi had the decency to look sheepish for a second. Jimin was out of breath, and when Yoongi unconsciously moved his fingers inside of him, he moaned low....
...“Come for me, pretty thing,” Yoongi cooed in a husky voice, but Jimin stubbornly shook his head, trying to suppress the shiver at his tone of voice that reminded him too much of their old days....
...“I want you!” Jimin practically whined, not understanding why Yoongi was like that, “I want you inside of me, come on!” he demanded, his chest heaving from the force of holding back his ******,...
...“But-”...
...“I’m ready!” Jimin stressed. He wanted to see Yoongi *****, too, and take a good look at that nice **** he had. It had been too long-...
... His train of thoughts got interrupted by Yoongi’s hesitant expression in between his legs, eyeing his round and firm baby bump and biting his lips....
...“But… What about… ?” Yoongi was at a loss of words, just eyeing Jimin’s bump like it was a fragile glass vase. Jimin groaned, not having the time of the day to coo at Yoongi’s sweet worry,...
...“It’ll be alright! This is common knowledge!” Jimin exclaimed, frustrated when he could feel his ****** so close to hitting, “It’ll be better for everyone if I have what I want, you know, I’m pregnant and I need to relax-”...
... Jimin’s bossy speech got interrupted by Yoongi’s lips against his own. Jimin moaned appreciatively and Yoongi kissed the complaints off his tongue, and when they parted, there was a line of spit connecting their mouths,...
...“Okay. I’ll do whatever you want. Let’s do it your way.” he whispered, eyeing Jimin’s lips darkly, his voice hoarse with excitement. Jimin practically purred before pushing at Yoongi’s chest....
...“Lay down.” he demanded and Yoongi followed, letting his back his the mattress beside Jimin. He waited, amused, as Jimin got up quickly and straddled him, bringing his hands to Yoongi’s waistband and pulling it down....
... Yoongi’s hard cock bounced in the air, and Jimin got a hold of it and stroked, not at all having the flexibility to get down and give the man a quick blowjob in that position. Jimin just gave it a few strokes before getting up on his knees, his rim already prepared for Yoongi’s ****, and lined it with his entrance....
... Yoongi laid back and watched, mesmerized and extremely aroused, as Jimin connected the head of his cock to his entrance and turned back to Yoongi, splaying his small hands on the other’s chest. Yoongi’s hands were immediately on Jimin’s hips, giving him support and getting part of his weight, as Jimin slowly sank down Yoongi’s lenght....
... The two moaned together and Jimin started riding Yoongi just the way he wanted, fast and messy. Yoongi couldn’t stop looking at Jimin’s gorgeous face all crunched up in pleasure, his firm belly pressing his cock to Yoongi’s stomach, and he squeezed Jimin’s thighs, feeling his ****** get close. Jimin was wonderfully tight and perfect around him, and Yoongi pushed his head back against the pillows, moaning breathily....
... Jimin quickened his pace, Yoongi’s hands guiding him up and down as well, and he knew he could come untouched like that....
...“Ahh- ah- …! Ahhh-” Jimin moaned and closed his fists against Yoongi’s chest. “I’m coming, Yoongi-” he moaned desperately, and Yoongi squeezed his thick thighs in reassurance,...
...“Me too.” he whispered gruffly, but Jimin’s ears caught it....
... They soon were coming, practically at the same time, Yoongi desperately lifting his hips up to meet Jimin’s thrusts when the other began losing strength in his movements....
... Jimin whimpered as he got himself out of Yoongi’s lap and delicately let his body fall down beside his....
... They stayed like that, breathing heavily and watching each other for some minutes, until it became too cold and Yoongi got the t-shirt he had been wearing and put helped Jimin put it on. The material was relatively thick and it wouldn’t leave Jimin’s skin at the mercy of the slightly cold temperature of the room....
... Yoongi pulled back the comforters and covered them both, watching with a fond heart as Jimin hugged himself and smiled, satisfied with the warm covers around them....
... Jimin wiggled closer and smiled cheekily, the sleep quickly coming after the good sex he had. Yoongi pecked him on the lips and hugged Jimin under the covers, still wary of his delicate bump, and sniffed Jimin’s endearing scent....
... It finally felt right....
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I loved the forehead kiss the most in this part 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧
2021-09-04
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