By: @yaboyjiminssi

Jimin had a lot of things. A heart made of melted chocolate and the sweetest strawberries, a laugh that could bring the sun back, an angelic face. And, the cherry on top.

Jimin had the most glorious ass Jungkook had ever seen.

His baby was tiny; tiny hands, tiny shoulders, tiny waist. The only thing as plump as his perky butt were his lips, and Jungkook was losing his mind over it; how could a person look like that and be completely, utterly unaware of it. He had so much power over him, who couldn't help but be wrapped around his little finger, drinking his words like they were water and he was thirsty, so damn thirsty.

Jimin was a god. Love songs should have been written about his honeyed skin, the point where his hips started sculpted over and over in the marble, his ass and thighs painted bu the most famous artists of the Renaissance. He should have been worshipped for the absolute masterpiece he was. Jungkook couldn't wrap his head around the idea that he was the only one allowed to d so. He felt egoistic, depriving the rest of the worlds of such a wonder; but he was possessive, and arrogant, too. Only another god could fluster one, after all, and Jungkook always did and amazing job.

Jimin's pink cheeks was what his wet dreams were made of. Him, pliant and open on white sheets, pretty blush coming down his chest what Jungkook imagined when he was alone, what made him touch himself under the shower, Jimin's name whispered in the night like a prayer.

But his god was more like an angle. Pure, innocent, pristine. Jungkook's hands weren't clean, but maybe a sin could be a miracle, if done by someone as in love as him.

Christmas had just passed, but Jungkook decided that the both of them deserved another gift, and to start the New Year right. So, when Jin asked him if the couple was up for a party on the last night of the year, he declined.

"We're still going without you two lovebirds." The oldest said, making a face at him, and kept eating his fries.

Sitting in front of them, Yoongi, snarled, "Don't worry hyung, Kookie surely wont regret not coming."

"What are you talking about?"

"We basically raised you, dumbass, we all know what your plans are," Namjoon rolled his eyes, making the other two chuckle.

"Whose plans?"

A hand caressed Jungkook's shoulder and nape, and two seconds after Jimin was sitting on his lap, as Taehyung and Hoseok took two chairs from a close table and joined their friends'.

"Sorry we're late," Hobi smiled, sitting impossibly close to Yoongi and draping an arm around his shoulders.

Jungkook barely registered the words, having a lapful of his boyfriend was enough to make him lose any attention. Jimin was distractedly playing with the hair at the base of his neck, making tingles run down his spine, and smiling knowingly at the couple in front of them. Jungkook gently held his chin, turning his face towards him to get a kiss.

"Chairs are a thing, kitten." He mouthed to him. By all means, having Jimin sitting on a chair rather than on him was the last thing he wanted, but he couldn't waste such an opportunity to tease him. As expected, the familiar red bloomed on his cheeks and Jungkook gently bit one of them, making the boy squeal and hide in the crook of his neck.

"So, whose plans?" Taehyung repeated the question, stealing a fry from Jin's plate.

"Theirs." Yoongi pointed at them with a nod, and Jimin frowned at him and then at his boyfriend, moving so that he could use his hands.

"Ours?"

Jungkook smirked, "I have plans for us on New Year's Eve, baby."

"Aren't we going to that party?" Jimin pouted, and he had to grip the table to not jump him right there, making their friends chuckle. Maybe Jimin wasn't completely clueless.

"Let's go for a while, but we have to be somewhere before midnight, yeah?"

Jimin smiled contentedly, high-giving Hobi. Yeah, his angel knew a couple of things.

The place was full but not packed, being one of Jin's friends' house rather than a club. Still, the music was so loud and the bass so boosted that Jimin could feel it reverberate through his body. The only reason why they hadn't gotten a complaint for too much noise from the neighbours was that it was New Year's Eve and all, and Jimin was grateful; he could dance, follow the rhythm and look just like everybody else.

He felt a little shy, having dressed more boldly than usual for the night. He never got to go to parties that weren't his relatives' birthdays before, and Jungkook always said that he looked exceptionally beautiful when he felt confident, so. His pants were tight, his shirt flowy and his eyeshadow a little sparkly. Maybe the choker and the lip gloss were a bit too much, but Jimin felt pretty, and the look his boyfriend had given him when he saw him earlier that night still made him blush when thinking about it.

Jimin was having fun with Tae, laughing and dancing together, but now that he thought about him, he missed Jungkook. Looking around, he found him sitting on a couch, talking with Namjoon and a couple other people Jimin didn't know. Suddenly, their eyes met, and Jungkook's smirk made him blush. He turned to Taehyung to tell him he was going to sit down, but, seeing him and their oldest hyung all over each other, Jimin figured he was going to be just fine without him.

Making his way towards Jungkook, he felt his appreciative stare caress the curves of his body, lick down from his exposed collarbones to his flat stomach to his soft hips. So he stood straighter, raised his chin and swayed his hips, looking at his boyfriend with the same hunger he was met with. Jimin felt sexy and desirable and empowered, and damn did he love the feeling. By the time he got to where they were sitting, Namjooon and the other guys were looking at him as well, so he smiled at them, slightly blushing at his hyung's knowing grin, and sat down beside Jungkook, who instantly cooed at him, "That's not your seat, kitten."

He parted his legs and raised an eyebrow, and Jimin almost gasped. It was hardly noticeable with the suffused lights in the room, but he was sure Jungkook had a hard on, and he had just asked him to sit on it. Jimin was burning up, feeling himself getting just as hard, Jungkook's hand stroking his thigh making him twitch in his pants. Both of them looked at Namjoon, who chuckled, shaking his head, and stood up, making the other two leave as well.

Biting his lip, Jimin moved, a whimper escaping his lips when he settled down, gripping his boyfriend's knees as his dick snuggled in between his ass cheeks. Jungkook's big hands settled on his dainty waist, almost touching on his stomach, and slowly made their way lower and then higher again, feeling his body like only his eyes had done before. Jimin was looking at the bodies dancing not so far away from them but he couldn't see them, incapable of focusing on anything that wasnt Jungkook's presence and his own quickening breath. Maybe he was getting too worked up already, but when the boy's middle fingers got briefly stuck where his thighs ended and hips started, he couldn't help but grind back on him, the friction making him arch his back, making Jungkook's grip bruising. Making Jimin want to do it again. The strong hands stopped accompanying his movements very soon in favour of setting the pace, slow, sweet, and steady.

He was growing impatient but he was nowhere near strong enough to take control, so he did to leave and Jungkook let him go right away. If he hadn't been so horny, Jimin would have been touched by the tenderness; but he was, so he just turned around and straddled his hips. They kissed messily, frantic and more teeth then anything else. His lip gloss smeared all over Jungkook's lips and chin made Jimin smile, sure his face must have been in the same state, as they fumbled for air.

"Let's go," The taller said. The fondness in his darkened gaze should have felt odd, but it didn't.

Jungkook had him presses against the door before it even closed, kissing him like he wanted to devour him, making Jimin feel dizzy. He kneaded his ass and started sucking bruises on his neck, catching him a knee between his legs when Jimin's failed him. He couldn't hear himself but he must have been loud, moaning and humping his boyfriend's thigh without noticing until Jungkook picked him up.

"Calm down, baby, we have all the time in the world."

Jimin whined, squirming around to get some kind of friction, "Give it to me before the year ends, Jungkookie, save it at the end."

He made himself blush, but apparently it was the right thing to say, because seconds later he was bouncing on a soft bed, looking up at his boyfriend like he was the sun. Jimin could have creamed his pants just by the mere sight of him, so hot, unbutttoning his shirt with one hand and slipping the other one under Jimin's. He made a quick job of sitting up and taking it off, undoing the last two of Jungkook's buttons himself and sliding the offending thing off his wide shoulders. Kneeling on the bed, Jimin had to look up to meet his eyes, searching for approval, a sign that he was doing right.

The sight made Jungkook's cock twitch,painfully hard against his black jeans. He wanted nothing more than to pound into his angel until they were both senseless, but this wasn't about him. He brushed an unruly strand of hair behind Jimin's ear and bent down to kiss his forehead.

"You're so perfect."

The boy smiled shyly, and hooked his fingers in his belt loops, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed, and buried his head in his stomach. Jungkook's breath faltered as Jimin placed open mouthed kisses and kitten licks on his abs and then lower and lower, until he was nosing at his erection, hands already scrambling to undo his pants. He was shaking so Jungkook did it for him, hissing when Jimin's spit dampened his briefs and he sucked on the tip of his dick through the fabric. Unable to take it any longer, he took it out and stroked himself, poking the smaller on the cheek, as he got closer and followed his movements as if in a trance.

Slowly, he brushed the tip on Jimin's lips, making them glisten with precum, locking eyes with him, "Take what's yours, baby."

Jimin whimpered pathetically and pecked it before opening his mouth, letting himself be guided by Jungkook's hand in his hair. He had never seen a dick other than his in real life before, but he could tell Jungkook was big, and he desperately wanted to choke on him. So he followed his guts and sucked, twirling his tongue around the shaft, and gradually bobbed his head lower, ignoring his watering eyes. He had to pull away, though, when he gagged and a coughing fit shook his body, leaving him breathless. Jungkook stroked his back and crouched in front of him, looking worried.

Jimin dried his eyes with the back of his hands and looked at him, "Can i do it again, please?"

Jungkook stared at him with his mouth gaping, whispering a soft "fuck" and have him a bruising kiss, biting his lip to make him moan.

"You're gonna get your milk another time, kitten, I want my piece now." He said and manhandled him on his back, higher on the mattress.

Jimin made grabby hands at him, impossibly turned on by the display of strength, but Jungkook didn't comply, rather taking both of his wrists and holding them above his head.

"Keep them there baby, you cant touch." He ignored his noises of complain, knowing that he was going to obey anyway, and took off his pants and underwear at once, leaving Jimin bare under him.

The boy thrashed around, closing his legs to try and hide his modesty, but Jungkook was having none of that.

"Let me see you, Minnie, wanna see how gorgeous you are," He gently pried his legs open, eyes never leaving his blushing, messy face, wet with drool and precum and sweat. His pretty makeup was ruined, but he couldn't have looked more beautiful in his eyes.

Jimin looked better than in any of his fantasies and dreams, even more ethereal. He had lust in his eyes, and blind trust, too, and it made Jungkook's chest feel warm. He caressed his body almost reverently, his chest and the flat of his stomach, dug his fingers in the flesh of his legs and then kissed his way back up, bathing in the sweet scent of his lover's skin. He took his time with his nipples, smiling at how sensitive he was, licking and biting them until they were red and Jimin was whining in discomfort. Jungkook pecked them as an apology, and Jimin wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him up to kiss him.

For the first time that night, they kissed slowly. Jimin broke the rule and held his face, peppering it with kisses, and then smiled at him.

"Sorry, I've been bad," He mouthed and then pouted, pushing his buttons on purpose.

Jungkook glared at him and stood up, "On all fours."

"Are you going to spank me?" Jimin mocked but still sat up.

"I'm gonna give you a present," He smirked and took off what was left of his clothes.

Jimin rested his head on his folded arms, ass up in the air, expectation making him shiver as Jungkook took lube and a condom from the bedside table. He giggled when his boyfriend's cock twitched in interest at the sight of him, and wiggled his butt. He didn't feel shy anymore, the adoration with which he had treated his body was enough to boost his self confidence and make him bold, at least for the night.

Shaking his head, Jungkook actually spanked his ass and got behind him, coating his fingers with a generous amount of lube. He kissed the quickly reddening cheek, and used his clean hand to reveal his hole, so tight and untouched. He teased it with his middle finger, enjoying the way it made Jimin tremble, and finally slid it in slowly, until he reached the knuckle. It didn't take too long for Jimin to open his legs a little further, silently asking Jungkook to give him more. He added a second finger, scissored him for the shortest time and then added a third, not wanting to waste any time. His baby wanted to get his dick before midnight, who was he to refuse.

Jimin had been letting out small, high-pitched moans from the moment his hole had been breached, but when Jungkook found his prostate he screamed, loud enough that there was no chance that the neighbours hadn't heard. He jerked forward and then back again, both trying to get away and fuck himself on his boyfriend's fingers. Tears fell down his face, sobs getting noisier every time his sweet spot was hit dead on, the pleasure making him wild. He had fingered himself many, many times before, but his fingers could never quite reach deep enough and he was way too shy to buy himself some toys. Jimin was embarrassingly close, and was about to make his lover stop, wanting to come from something different than his hand, when he felt warmth and wetness and his knees gave out, the ghost of Jungkook's tongue making him shudder.

Jungkook turned him on his back, uncaring of the ruined sheets, and cupped his damp face, gently kissing his cheeks and mouth to calm him down. When the sobs subsided, he held himself up on his elbows on each side of the smaller's head and smiled softly at him, "You were so good, angel."

Unexpectedly, Jimin frowned, unsatisfied, and reached down between their bodies, taking Jungkook's hard dick in his hand. When the boy swatted him away with a growl he wrapped his legs around his waist.

"Don't go soft on me Jungkookie, I still want my present," He looked almost offended, and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh, surprised.

Still, he kneeled between his open legs and searched for the condom, forgotten beside them. Again, who was he to refuse> Jimin was getting hard again, his cute little cock already waking back up, and Jungkook would have been lying if he said that wasnt a major turn on.

He stroked himself, using what lube was left on his hand, and lined up with Jimin's fluttering hole. Intertwining their fingers, he kissed his boyfriend as the tip of his cock caught on his rim, and Jimin's back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. Jungkook waited for him to get used to the stretch and moved slowly, ignoring the impending need to just wreck him. Even if it was still painful, Jimin juts bit his lip and grasped Jungkook's biceps, leaving moon-shaped marks with his nails. He finally bottomed out, sweating from the effort of holding back; but then Jimin moaned, eyes rolling back, the burning sting leaving space to mind blowing pleasure, and Jungkook let go.

Jimin was still so tight, sucking him in with every thrust, and the heat was driving him crazy. He bit on the alread bruised skin of his boyfriend's neck to muffle his own moans, as Jimin's pulled him closer to the edge, his voice broken as he called his name. It didn't take too long for the both of them to come, Jungkook filling the condom and Jimin following him right after, making a mess of their chests.

Jimin felt boneless, fucked out, as if he was dreaming. He stared at he ceiling, barely wincing when Jungkook slipped out of him, and instantly searched for comfort when his lover laid beside him. The stickiness was going to start annoying him soon, and he didn't know if he was going to be able to even stand up in the morning, but now he felt complete, happier than he ever was. The room reeked of sex but Jungkook's scent was stronger. He smiled, tracing meaningless patterns on his skin as his boyfriend's strong arms shielded him from the cold. When Jimin looked up at him, he was already watching, and it made him feel safe. With the little energy he had left, Jimin straddled his hips.

"What time is it?"

Jungkook looked around for his phone, sitting up without disturbing his boyfriend too much to pick it up from the floor. He smiled at the dozens of unread texts and turned it so Jimin could see. Twelve past midnight.

"The fireworks went off when you came the first time." He smirked and Jimin blushed, his timid self coming back after the high.

"Happy New Year," The smaller smiled.

"Happy New Year, baby." Jungkook's hands stopped mid-air, unsure of what he wanted to say next, but then he nodded to himself, resoluted.

"I love you."

Jimin didn't need time to think about the answer. "I love you, too."