Zen's POV
"Fuck, Jumin, ahhh," I grunt out through panting breaths.
"That's it, tighten your thighs a little more." His raspy command falls directly against the shell of my ear.
I'm already edging at my limit. Hands splayed against the shower walls, shaking as I struggle to support myself. My heart is pulsing in my eardrums. Adrenaline and feral lust swallowing every cell of my body and making me dizzy. Thankfully, Jumin has his soapy arms wrapped around me, holding me vertical as he moves behind me and between my legs. Right between my legs. So that with every thrust, I feel the friction rub the length of me from ass to cock. The warm water pours down from the multiple shower heads, making the heat between us almost unbearable.
"Unh," is all I can say in reply as I obey, pulling my legs even snugger against his cock.
"Mmm, yes, perfect," he hums. He rolls his hips against my ass and hisses out a low breath. "This feels amazing." One of his hands slides up my chest to my throat, his long fingers loosely wrapping just under my jaw, forcing my head back and against his shoulder.
I want him inside me. Fucking me. But he keeps going with this endless torture of touching me everywhere but my most sensitive spots. It's like he used the excuse of cleaning me to touch every inch of me, rubbing the lather over my chest, my back, my arms, my legs, even my feet. Such passion in each caress. His mouth often leading the way for his hands. Extra time spent at my neck… my thighs… my nipples. How many hickies am I going to have? And when I washed him, running my hands over his shoulders and down his abs, trying to hint towards more, he just closed his eyes and smiled before taking charge again and finally forcing me against this wall.
"I think you're almost clean," he says with a kiss on my jaw. "Keep leaning against me while I get more soap." He keeps his torso still as he reaches one hand for the bottle.
I do as I'm told, trembling as I stand. Maybe I should just touch myself… I don't know how much more of this I can take.
"Here we go," Jumin says, and I tilt my head down to see his hands in front of me, squirting out the white liquid cream into his other hand. He sets the bottle back, and then rubs the soap between his hands, all while looking over my shoulder and keeping me steady against his chest. "Next I'll clean here…"
His hand moves to the crease of my inner hip and slides deeper, to where his cock sits between my thighs. I gasp, flinching forward at the contact so close to where I want it.
"J-J-Jumin, p-please," I beg.
"Shhh," he whispers, guiding my head back to his shoulder, "we're almost there, darling."
I shiver again at his new pet name for me, surprised at its effect. But I don't have long to dwell on it as his slick fingers move up to my balls, caressing them with gentle fondness.
"Mmm… So taught already. I haven't even touched you and you're so close to bursting?"
"Hav-Haven't touched me? You gotta be fucking joking me," I grumble out in quick exhales.
"Well… I haven't touched you here." His words tickle my ear as his sleek hand moves up from my balls and to dance along my throbbing length.
"Ah!" I jolt at the sudden contact, so swollen and oversensitive, and feel myself dripping with precum, the pressure inside me begging for release.
"Or here," he coos, sliding his fingers down my cock, around my hip, to the round of my ass.
As soon as I feel him slip nimbly between my cheeks, his fingertips sliding wet and soapy across the outside of my hole, I can't help but tense up. I want it so bad, I want him so bad. But in my dream, was that the first time, or the 30th? Is it going to hurt? I'll endure it but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.
"Zen?" Jumin's voice is a whisper against my neck. He teases that spot with light, quick strokes. "Is this part of you off limits tonight?"
I can't help but wriggle at the weird tickling sensation his motions are giving me, but I try to ignore it as I process his unexpected question. I turn my head to try to look at him and he pulls back a little, staring at me with a piercing gaze.
"I said I'd give myself to you tonight," I mutter. "I meant all of me."
His lips immediately turn up and his eyes soften, and the look of him, naked and wet and smiling at me with such love in his eyes… How did I never see how wonderfully handsome he is?
He leans in, nuzzling his nose against my cheek. "I know… but you're allowed to change your mind."
"I didn't," I answer quickly. "I want you."
He stiffens against me, body going rigid for three heartbeats before he relaxes again. He chuckles against my cheek and kisses it sweetly, keeping his body pressed against mine. "Hearing you say that out loud… You're making it hard to contain myself." I feel his finger applying pressure to the opening, just enough to slip barely inside. "But don't worry, my dear Zen. I have a plan." His finger massages me in small circles, the sensation still new and strange despite how good it feels. "I'll get your body ready," he continues, sliding another finger inside to stretch me just a little more. My breathing has returned to raspy gasps as he angles his head so we're looking eye to eye. "I'll make sure you love it."
I swallow hard as his promise caresses over me like a lick of his tongue. And just like that, between his words and his teasing fingers, my tension melts into pure desire.
"Jumin…" I say his name in a pleading tone against the corner of his lips. His fingers continue to glide around inside of me, making my legs weaker and weaker. "At least take me to bed. This shower… I'm going to get too pruney."
A low chuckle rumbles out of him. "The shower was your idea," he says with a nip at my shoulder.
"Shut up," I mumble, trying to straighten my body and shift to standing on my own.
Finally removing his fingers, he shifts to pull one of the showerheads down and spray my chest and back, rinsing off the last of the soap. I stand, wobbly, as he runs his hands over my body under the stream. And even though I should be used to the feel of his hands on me by now, I can't help the tingle that follows his path, making me pulse with a need for more.
The water shuts off and the shower door swings open. Jumin moves around me and comes back with a towel over his head and another in his hands.
"Here," he says, holding his hand out to help me step out of the shower and onto the rug.
He dries my hair first, the length of it really the only part that got wet. Then he dries my face and my neck, plastering little kisses on my skin once the towel has done its job. "Arms up," he says, and I raise them out to my sides. He dries each one, followed by a kiss. He does the same for my chest. My back. My legs. The kisses morphing into licks and nips, and me feeling more and more like a mouse being played with by a cat. "Spread them," he says in a heady demand as he nudges my legs further apart. And I'm back to shaking again, flushed from arousal and embarrassment as he sucks and bites at my inner thighs.
"D-don't you think I have enough hickies already?" I can't help but look away and cover my face with my arm.
"But you like it," he says. "Look at you, you've been dripping from just this…"
His finger swipes against the tip of my cock, and I lurch my hips back, feeling more precum pulse out.
"Ahh! Jumin! Don't just- ahh, ahhh, ahhh!"
Jumin stands, taking me with him. He hoists me over his shoulder, holding my legs tight against his chest. My hands try and fail to grip onto his bare back as I scramble in surprise, all while my rock hard dick is pressed into his shoulder. If it weren't for the fear of suddenly being picked up, I may have cum just from finally having that much needed contact.
"You're heavier than I thought," he mumbles. Then I feel a sharp sting to my ass as the slap echoes around the wide bathroom. "Don't wiggle."
An uncontrolled moan flows out of me, and I tense, face and neck and ears flushing with embarrassed heat. What the fuck was that? Did I just… like that?
I watch the bathroom retreat as I'm carried backwards through his condo. Without warning, he flings me onto the bed, and I bounce with the force of it. And then we're here. At the bed. Naked. Me on my back while Jumin stands at the edge, staring down at me with a greedy smirk.
My heart starts to race as my breaths become shallow, the reality sinking in. I watch in wide eyed apprehension as Jumin walks to the side of the bed, lifting the corner and removing the condoms and lube. I swallow hard as he opens the box of condoms, pulling out the strip and tearing one off and setting it to the side. Then he opens the lube, and drips some over two of his fingers. As the clear liquid runs down his fingers to his palm, he looks at me, a confident gleam in his eyes as he gives me a calm smile.
God, I can't look, I think as I clench my eyes shut. Why is it I'm over here shaking like a fucking virgin and he's over there as if he's done this a thousand times?!
I feel his weight press down on the bed as he climbs next to me. I can hear each one of my breaths as they flare out of my nostrils. And as he sidles up next to me, the heat of his body pressing against my side, I whimper, my nerves getting the better of me.
"Zen," he murmurs against my ear. I feel his lips peck gently at my neck. "Zen," he says again, this time his lips tickling me just under my ear. "Zen." His mouth trails kisses across my cheek. "Zen," he breathes out against the corner of my lips.
I finally open my eyes and turn, seeing his grays piercing into me with loving determination. And then they close, and he kisses me, sweet and unhurried. My eyelids fall shut again as his kiss grows deeper, the tension in my body beginning to fade away. His tongue slips in and grazes across mine, and I feel it in the pit of my stomach.
And then I feel his hand. Slick and wet with lube between my legs. My hips press down into the bed as the nerves creep back, but he keeps his mouth on mine, dominating my fears with his tongue. He finds my hole quickly, and rubs the lube all around the outside. It tickles in a pleasurable way, and I can't believe it when I find myself longing for his fingers to push inside again. I don't have to wait long. Jumin slides a finger inside and begins to massage around the opening again, like in the shower. It feels nice, but with my dick already swollen to the point of hurting, I can't take it anymore.
"More," I plead into his mouth.
I feel him smile, then he gives me what I want. Another finger slips in. Rubbing around the opening first, then they both slide in deeper. A soft moan escapes me, and Jumin laps it up. He pulls back some then pushes inside me again, going deeper this time. And it feels good. Still strange. Still foreign. But good.
He continues to move, back and forth, curling and uncurling, spreading me wider based on the pressure I keep feeling. He occasionally rubs against that spot inside that feels extra sensitive, but he's not lingering on it like this morning. Which makes me both relieved and frustrated, as each brush against it sets me closer to cumming.
My focus on our kiss falls away as I become dizzy and overcome with sensations, and Jumin's mouth moves on. Down my chest he goes until he comes to my nipple. Flicks of his tongue send shivers down my spine, and hungry sucks shoot waves of electric lust to the base of my cock. I can hear moans mixed in with heavy, shaky breaths over and over again, and realize that it's me.
But suddenly all sensations stop. I blink open my haggard eyes and see Jumin kneeling next to me, adding more lube to his hand. In just seconds, he returns, mouth nipping at my sides before returning to my nipple. And I feel one, then two, then a third finger slide inside me. It went in so easy… My fists clench the sheets as I feel the force of him pushing inside me up to his knuckles.
My need to cum is overpowering. I look down my body, seeing Jumin's dark hair at my chest as he licks me. I see my cock, twitching and more erect than I think it's ever been. If I could just touch myself… I reach a shaky hand down, but it gets slapped away.
My eyes dart to Jumin's, who's turned his face to look at me. He drags his tongue on one last, slow lick over my pec, then says, "That's mine."
"Nng… Fuck," I grumble, throwing my head back and grinding my hips against his hand.
"You need it, don't you?" I can hear the smile in his voice. I grit my teeth and throw my arms over my face, trembling with need. "Don't you?" he repeats, and I realize he wants me to say it.
What the fuck… He's so twisted. Who acts like this their first time? But as my hips writhe in small motions on their own, and I can feel myself sitting on the edge of orgasm, I realize I do need it.
"Yes," I mumble quietly. "I need it. Please, babe… fuck me."
Jumin grunts and bites me hard just above my collarbone. "I wasn't sure you'd actually say it." He pants against my chest then sits up, a wide grin across his face paired with wild eyes. "You're amazing," he adds, his gaze softening as he leans down to give me a tender peck.
My lower lip trembles as I rub the spot where he sunk his teeth into me. Shit. Why do I feel all warm and fuzzy inside now?
"I just want to do one more thing, then I'm yours," he says, lubing up his fingers again.
What else can he possibly do?
"Hold your legs for me." He uses his unlubed hand to lift one of my knees and guides it towards my chest.
I do as he asks, but turn away, feeling unbearably shy with my ass so open and vulnerable.
"Good, now breathe," he instructs. "Slow, deep breaths, like you're meditating."
I do as I'm told, slowly inhaling as he enters me again. I feel him push to the side, holding. I turn to look at him quizzically, confused.
"Keep breathing. Relax," he says.
So I close my eyes and focus on my breaths. I feel him push to the other side. Then up. Then down. Then his fingers spreading wide inside me. Inhale… exhale… A rustling sound, then the rip of the condom wrapper.
My eyes peel open.
"Shit," he grumbles under his breath as he struggles to put it on one handed. He pulls his fingers out of me and tries again, but it's not unrolling.
I smile and sit up, relieved to finally see Jumin do something imperfect. "Let me show you." I tear out a fresh condom and toss the one in his hand to the floor. "They only roll one way. So make sure you have it right," I say, demonstrating as I speak, "then you can pinch the tip… and slide it on."
As I glide it down his length, his shoulders roll and his head swivels back, a sharp breath rushing out.
"There you go," I grin, giving his tip a little kiss.
His eyes flash to mine, dark, and heavy with desire. "Lay back."
I scooch onto my back and hook my hands behind my knees as before, opening myself up to him. I watch as Jumin drips lube directly from the bottle onto me, then tries to go in with his fingers again. I wave my leg over, effectively swatting him away.
"No more fingers," I say. "Come here and fuck me already."
I watch his Adam's apple bob as he looks down at me. He seems to take a final steeling breath, then situates himself at my opening. More lube. He pours it down over himself, and then more onto me, over half of the small bottle gone now I'm sure.
And then he moves.
The force of his head pushing inside me is intrusive, but not in a bad way. I'm already so stretched out, this added pressure just makes me feel full.
"Keep breathing," he rasps out shakily, and I do.
He continues to push inside, his hips tilting as he slowly makes his way deeper. His body starts to shake. His face flushes as his mouth goes slack, panting. And as he falls forward, supporting himself on his arms so he towers above me, my eyes go wide with how erotic he looks.
He stops. His head falls so I can no longer see his face. But I feel him. I feel him sitting inside me, swollen and hot and filling me. And I need him deeper.
"Jumin, I'm okay," I murmur, reaching up to stroke his hair. "You can keep going."
"No, I can't," he says, shaking his head as it still hangs limply over me.
"Why not?" Is something wrong?
"I… I wasn't expecting it to feel so good. If I move in any deeper… I think I'll cum."
I snicker, it bursting out before I can hold it in. His head lifts so he can leer at me with narrowed eyes.
"You think this is funny? I'm trying to hold back for your sake, you know."
"Well…" I smirk, "I want you deeper." I slide my legs up around his back and use them to pull him in. "So you'll just have to hold it."
A hiss escapes his teeth, his face scrunching up as I draw him in. But he follows my lead, driving himself deeper and deeper until his hips come flush together with me. And if I'm being honest, it does hurt a little. I feel stretched to my limit and full beyond belief. But I'm breathing through it, and I'm not scared. I feel safe. I feel loved. Even though we haven't said those words yet. Even though this thing between us is so new.
Our eyes meet, heady and affectionate, and we kiss. I nuzzle into him, my nose brushing against his. I can feel his body begin to calm. I can feel the softness in his smile. And I want nothing more than to live in this moment for just a little longer.
He starts to pull out and push back in, the sensation exerting me in the best way, but he stops again.
"I want you to cum before me." His voice is low, barely above a whisper. He wraps his hand around my length - finally - and I can feel myself tighten around his cock as I react to the sudden pleasure. "Dammit," he groans, pressing his cheek into his shoulder.
"I'll cum," I pant out. After all, I've been on the edge of it for so long. "Just move, Jumin. Please…"
He stares at me, eyelids heavy as they strain against his need, but he moves. Slow, shallow little thrusts at first, making us both heave out raspy breath after raspy breath. Then he clenches his jaw, and moves in and out in greater motions. Any hint of pain is a forgotten concept that doesn't hold a candle to the sheer grandness of this new thrill. His hand around my cock begins to stroke in time with his thrusts. And oh god, the combination of his dick moving inside me, filling me and claiming me, while he handles my throbbing length….
I moan. I groan. I try to hold it in but I can feel the pressure inside me consuming me and rising up through me like a tidal wave. I thought I was on the edge before, but this… this rising surge of delayed gratification finally coming to fruition is unlike anything I've felt before. My arms and legs tighten around his back. I can feel myself clamping hard around his cock as he continues to slide in and out at an unfettered pace, and it feels so good.
Uncontrolled pleasure tears through me and I let it out, a whimpering cry of satisfaction rippling out of my throat, my muscles contracting as I pulse out streams of hot cum onto my chest in an overwhelming sense of wild abandon and relief.
And it is only after my conscious mind returns to me that I realize Jumin is immobile above me, his head pressed into my shoulder with quite a bit of his weight.
"Jumin, babe… are you okay?" I ask, reaching up to stroke his hair.
"I'm…" he pants, "I'm… There is no word strong enough for how good I am right now." He slumps, his body falling to the side and him sliding out of me.
I laugh, the action making my clenching muscles feel strangely hollow without him inside.
"How are you?" he asks, concern obvious in his tone. "Did I hurt you? I know I got carried away, but next time-"
"Jumin," I interrupt, shaking my head, "You did good. It was good."
And with that, I feel the shift in his mood. I glance over to see a cocky smile spread his lips.
"It was good?"
"It was good," I confirm, rolling my eyes. "But next time, less hickies. How am I supposed to cover all of these up if I get a roll where I'm playing anything but an eskimo?"
"Mmm," he hums against my chest. He trails gentle kisses along the areas with the worst marks. "Let them see you are mine."
"Jumin," I laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder.
He smiles along with me, but his is heavier somehow. His hand slides up my neck to cup my cheek, and with his dark eyes penetrating into my red, he asks, "You are mine, aren't you?"
And it's such a weighty thing to ask. I can feel the consequence of my response nagging at a place at the back of my mind. But at the same time, the answer seems so obvious.
"I'm yours."
His face brightens, a soft and loving expression shining handsomely through all of his features. He scoots closer, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. I feel him kiss my head. Stroke my hair. Run lazy fingers along my bare arm.
I close my eyes, warmth filling my chest as his scent consumes my lungs. In his arms, I find it hard to care about anything else.
"Zen?" He brushes my bangs back as he says my name. "Could we go again?"