⚘ ㅤjimin ₓ christian

@✿ christian y。 Christian’s lips are pliant, and eager, so soft upon the shaft that throbs with a heavy need. His eyes are a vivid hue of copper, dripping with amber tones of lust as his husband explores his body in a proper fashion for the first time. “Green.” He whispers, but it isn’t the color he feels. Green is for jealousy, for that ugly rim of heat that constricts his heart, red is what paints him, now. Red lining his veins, and pumping him with lust.

Red, glowing deep within his chest, and spreading across his body, as quick as sin spreads outside a chapel. His legs fall to either side of him, and he looks so *pretty* laid out for Christian. His hands tug on restraints, and his feet find their purchase atop the bed, lifting his hips for more. He’d said green! So, why was it taking so long to *go*.

“Christian,” He groans, lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he attempts to still his vision, “take your tongue .. And dip it along the little rim of my head. I want my filthy with your saliva.” He husks, hoping to not startle him, but needing to feel more.

@❁ jimin p。 Oh. Oh, wow. Jimin was was really hot when he used that tone of voice with Christian. He could feel himself grow tight in his pants, rutting against the sheets as discreetly as possible, not wanting his other half to know what he was doing; well, not really wanting to get told to stop was his main problem, not giving a about getting caught as long as Jimin didn't say anything.

“Yes, sir.” He grinned and directed his attention to Jimin's . Christian didn't really think about it as a , just another part of Jimin that he loved, and he should show attention to, kiss and squeeze. “This?” Christian pressed the flat of his tongue along the pulsing, and definitely hard , following the vein that's so eagerly asking to be paid attention to.

This time, Chris took one of his hands and wrapped it around the phallus, pulling Ji's foreskin back to reveal his pretty head, kissing where the head met his length. He did a little research, reading that it felt really good to have the head exposed, though sometimes a man could get over-stimulated. “Color?” Christian asked, hoping it was a green for go, to keep pleasuring him

@✿ christian y。 Jimin hisses with the sudden contact of his tongue on him, his nails digging into his palms for just a moment. . Knees easily fold, and his bottom is caressed with the cool, air conditioned air, put on display for Christian to feast upon — visually, and literally. Jimin’s adam’s apple bobs as he feels his hot breath fanning across his skin, his moan a low string of sin that flows effortlessly from the words that drip with salacious questions.

“You’re going to eat me out after you’re done my .” He manages to force out his words, tone suddenly gruff, roughened with need that he hasn’t known for such a long time. “You said—“ Eyes widen, and his back bows, his body in an awkward display of movements as Christian tests every limit he has. “You wanna — so I’m.. , going to teach you.”

His teeth dig into the plush flesh of his lower lip, dragging against the couplet as Christian’s tongue laps at sanity’s door. “Do that again.” he whispers, chest rising and falling with the extensive restraint he forces upon himself. He doesn’t want to scare him, though. Jimin could cry from how beautifully serene this feels.

@❁ jimin p。 ( you're so cute stop lol )

Christian's brow rose as he realized Jimin wasn't wearing anything under his sweats. Well, then. He was going to drag his tongue along his boxers, on his head through the fabric, but he guessed not. When did his lover stop wearing boxers? He wasn't complaining, but it was just a bit of a shock to see his uncut so suddenly. But, oh, what was this? Christian felt his stomach fill with butterflies at the beautiful sight in front of him. Jimin really was beautiful.

Damn, was Jimin cute, giving suggestions. He kinda wished the man was more demanding, and Christian knew he could be, but perhaps this wasn't the right time. Chris nodded and drug his pointed tongue along Jimin's inner cheek, pushing his knees to his chest to get a good look at his tight entrance. It's been awhile.

“Do you want me to eat you out, first?” Especially now, he had to ask. He wanted to, to make sure Jimin enjoyed this as much as Christian will try to do the same, growing excited about the actions to come. “Or should we get straight to it?” He coos, his pink, wet muscle flicking against Jimin's sensitive sack, right up the middle with a bit of pressure, kissing the base of his to tease.

@✿ christian y。 [] hNGH A T THIS WAIT IM NOT READY time to honk the ( ant voice ) horn horn

He’s always lobed delving out of comfort zones, and being restrained was one of them. His arms tug at the restraints, and the safe word - Daisies - sits in his mind, just in case. Hips lift easily, and a lithe lower body is shown. Shaven, moisturized, for the most part. His legs below the knee are dappled with hairs, and his knees part for Christian to slip between.

Jimin’s groan is low as teeth drag along his thighs, already becoming hard from the close proximity, the weight of what’s about to happen creeping up his body. “You already have the teasing down—“ He pants, a bit broken, not having had any kind of release in so long.

“I’m going to lift my hips ev-every now and then, okay? You— You know that thing I do with your balls? Ever— ever thought of trying that out?” He murmurs, looking down the bridge of his nose at Christian, recalling the many times he’s swiped his tongue along the sensitive sac, and rolled the heaviness on his tongue, in his mouth. It’s a good thing to start out with, in his opinion.

And maybe he just wants his balls .

@❁ jimin p。 () Oh i didn't know that lol thanks for telling me even tho i had to stare for like 5 min as i tried to figure out where the spaces when in your jumbled words--

Christian wanted this, actually. At first, he felt pressured by his friend to do it, said he had to in order to make Jimin feel loved, but as time went on, he was genuinely curious about it. It couldn't /really/ be that bad, right? Maybe he would even enjoy it. Hard? Hm, Christian knew how to do that much, right? He smiled and pecks Jimin's lips, getting off of him.

When he came back, there were two paird of cuffs he was twirling around in his fingers. Reaching up, he pinned Jimin's first arm down to the corner of the bed, wrapping the pink leather around his wrist and tying it to the bedpost, the right arm following soon after.

Christian smiled at his handiwork, sitting back for a moment to admire how cute Jimin looked. Just as fast, Ji's sweats were removed and Christian laid down between his legs, lifting them up and nipped at his thighs, toying with him. Christian loved to tease, more than anything.

@✿ christian y。 irefusetodonsfwin1st

His eyes widen as the other climbs over him, chest breaking out in splotches of red. “I— Alright then.” He whispers, reaching up to cup Christian’s cheeks. “You gotta get it hard first, baby—“

@❁ jimin p。 so like
/clears my throat and crawls up to you in bed, face slightly tinted red
I want you to teach me how to your

curls up here
fast asleep

@✿ christian y。 /Lets out a sudden yelp, trying to pull away from your sudden, intense grip./ Christian— baby— /Manages to pry your hands from my shoulders, and turns around to look up at you, holding your hands to my chest. my heartbeat is steady, even though it should be pounding with fear, or anger, or both, but it’s steady./
I’m okay.
What you need to do though .. Is more than just marriage therapy. Anger management, and maybe something to .. To help with you being able to even look at me, properly, when .. In high school, I temember you always grabbing at my crotch, and making me sob and ccum just from your palm— now .. you wont even look at it. And I wonder .. Just .. what happened, baby?

@❁ jimin p。 /my grip on your shoulders tighten till it's almost painful for myself
It's not fair to you, though. It's not fair! Jimin, you're not okay. Why can't you admit that?
Tell me what you need me to do.

@✿ christian y。 /lets out a soft groan of content as you massage my shoulders, lolling forward slightly from how good it feels./
i’ll always find a way to be okay. i’m a kind of strong guy, /chuckles, tilting my head back to look up at you

@❁ jimin p。 It makes me uncomfortable- I don't really wanna go, but if you want me to... /runs soap over your body, massaging your shoulders and shakes my head. no.. it's my fault. don't blame yourself. I'm just glad that you're okay now.

@✿ christian y。 Have you ever thought of anger management? Or a way to let out your anger minus fighting? /I lean into you, pressing myself to your body as we settle under the heavy sprays./
I forgive you though, baby .. I’m sorry I egged you on.

@❁ jimin p。 /makes a face when you explain what happened to you, not really understanding why someone would waste a perfectly good beer for no reason
/hugs you under the water streams running across our skin, nodding
I'm okay.. baby I'm okay. I'm sorry I got so mad. I don't know what to do with this temper of mine.

@✿ christian y。 No .. I walked by a bunch of college kids, and they dumped their beer on me. You know I hate drinking to drink.
/or drinking out. i stand there for you as you help me wash, closing my eyes, and resting my hands on your shoulder./
tired, but oddly awake .. and you?

@❁ jimin p。 Did you..drink?
/my brows furrow, swearing I smell alcohol on your breath but it could just Ben me since I’m still half asleep/
/hums and steps in behind you, sitting upon the little ledge in the shower
/the bottle of the body wash makes a grotesque sound as I squirt the ribbons onto your body, rubbing the soap into a lather on your body, washing away the pain
How’re you feeling?

@✿ christian y。 Don’t be sorry, /I sniff, and wipe my nose with my arm, letting you strip me for the shower./ It was my dumb fault anyways. Goin’ out and not comin’ back till now.
/I follow after you, and step under the spray, immediately groaning at how good the hot water feels on my back./
come in with me..?

@❁ jimin p。 /eyes widen at the hug and sits on the fuzzy cover of the toilet, leading you to me and runs the water for a shower
/peels off the soiled clothes and throws them to the side, sighing at the cuts and bruises that are forming
Baby... I’m sorry
/opens the curtains and holds your hand, leading you into the shower
Just relax. It’s okay.

@✿ christian y。 /I look tired, and hella beat. I look up to you, and my bottom lip wibbles almost pathetically. my jeans are torn, and my sweater is a mess, and i run into your arms with an unsettled look on my face./
it .. and i got lost, and, and chased, and .. it just .. yeah

@✿ christian y。 JImin stares to him with a hooded gaze, his hands dropping to his shirt. Christian's always so lewd, and bold, and that's one of the things he loves about him, still. His fingers tug on the hem of his shirt, dragging up the fabric until his toughened belly is exposed, leading all the way up to his chest, and finally, his shirt is gone. Jeans slide effortlessly down hips that sashay from side to side, and legs that are bare to the touch, and when they fall to the floor, and he steps out, he doesn't .. Feel embarrassed to be in his boxers. Jimin slowly pushes the fabric down, until he's left before the other, his heart hammering in his chest. No embarrassment, just worry, and fear of rejection.

He’s knows he can be quite the up at times, but he’s glad Jimin is at least giving him a chance. Holding Jimin close for a moment, his sneaky hands undo the buttons of Ji’s jeans, wanting jimin’s shirt to go next. With a seemingly effortless push, his lockers back is against the bed, a low “Strip for me,” rumbling against the white, tasteless walls of the room. Popping the lid of the cake, he dipped three fingers down the end of the sweet, ready to smear it against Jimin’s body and taste him.

@✿ christian y。 Jimin takes the cake from Christian, and in those moments, their hearts spills out to each other.
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❁ jimin p。 33 minutes ago Reply
@✿ christian y。 /It’s like that’s all he wants to head right now. His face buries against Christian’s chest, and he grips onto the front of his shirt with such a grip, a part of him is surprised he doesn’t rip the fabric. It wont change the wariness in his eyes, but it’ll at least give him the wiggle room of trust for Christian to move around him. He loves him, unconditionally. He’s quietly sniffling throughout all of Christian’s words, knowing not to interrupt, not to hiccup sorry ‘i know’s, and mend together the line he had overstepped. The green of envy never suited him./
Y-you can make friends, I’m sordy I acted like that. I just.. don’t know eho to trust anymore, /But Christian’s trust is slowly being rebuilt, brick by brick./
Don’t .. say thank you to me like that, like you’re planning on leaving. /Jimin whispers, finally looking up to Christian, resting his palms on his abdomen. He sniffs, and drags his palm up, up and up to cup Christian’s jaw, looking into the steely hues of his gaze, knowing about his .. emotional constipation./

✿ christian y。 39 minutes ago Reply
@❁ jimin p。 /his body is like granite, immovable no matter how hard you push, or how weak your ill body punches him; he just stares at you, very upset deep down, but when things get emotional, especially in front of people, his eyes glaze over and he freezes up, just like when we was smaller, and getting teased for being fat, and getting kicked in the stomach every day at recess for no reason other than being a bit flamboyant at the time. He grew out of that real fast./
/he wishes you believed him when he says he has not once looked at a woman since being with you. Not a man, either/
You’re the only one for me.
/You’re his other half to the puzzle piece. And though, right now, the edges seem jagged, you both will find a way to fix this. Christian is trying hard, maybe not hard enough from the looks of his, but he is giving all he can under the circumstances/
I’m..I’m trying to make friends
/he glances at jisoo. Honestly, he was jealous of Jimin, if anything. Jimin had so many shoulders to cry on. He can hug anyone here and they would be delighted. But Christian? People thought he was a ing animal. That he would rip their throats out. He had one friend, and it’s hard for him to even talk to Reece now. While Jimin, he stayed home, did the house work, talk with friends, he assumed..Christian didn’t have that. He just went to work, and on his down time, he stayed in bed to heal or go to the gym/
You are mine. I am yours, Jimin. You’re beautiful. Thank you. For everything ]
He’s set the cake on the table, and his nose presses against the others, “I love you .. so very much. Beyond comprehension— I don’t know what I would do without you. Flaws or not.” Jimin sobs out, laying a pitiful kiss against Christian’s lips. “How the could I ever leave you behind?”

Christian knee what Jimin was doing. He was going to leave. He was never going to come back. Christian would get what he deserved, he guessed, but he bit back the pain and smilies once more, looking up from the suitcase to Jimin pretty eyes. “Red velvet, cream cheese and that...gah-naw-sha.” It sounded cute, coming from his mouth, not really knowing how to pronounce it, but he tried his best. “I love you. I thought it would make you feel better.”

He stops as soon as he hears the door click, and he’s ready to turn around and snap at whoever came in— but it’s Christian .. With cake. . . His *favorite* cake. Jimin stops everything, and turns fully towards him, wiping away tears and his hiccups up. “Y.. ou .. got me a cake?” He whispers, shaky hands coming up to cover his mouth. Lord, does he regret starting to pack.

Christian smiles as he stands outside of the room, cake held protectively to his chest. After sleeping off his anger, he thought he’d do something nice for once. Christian knee he could be a , a bigger than anyone, but he cared for Jimin like it was his first time ever seeing him. He loved him. So much. With a bright smile, he opened the door, finally getting a key, and his smile dropped when he saw a frantic Jimin pack a few clothes. “I...Got you something.”

wipes away tears of frustration, and anger, and humiliation as he stalks into the room. he wrenches out his suitcases, and starts tossing all of his clothes in, mumbling about how this is stupid, how this show is stupid, how his own jealousy and distrust is stupid. he finds the pictures, *those* pictures, and sets them on the bed, before grabbing the metal, heavy card christian had gave him, and tosses it on the bed, directly on the papers. he doesn’t need this anymore. it’s clearly over before anything started

@❁ jimin p。 /Slamming his fist in the wall, a hole is once more created right next to the door, and lord he’ll have to put that on his tab, too
/with his patience wearing down, he Agee’s
Fine, fine! Alright.

@✿ christian y。 No! You can’t hurt my friends, or anyone else that isn’t in the ring! No more, Christian! /He hits the door from his side, but lightly, before letting out a gruff, muffled cry of annoyance.

@❁ jimin p。 /his lips seal, not wanting to lie to you, not wanting to promise the impossible./
I won’t hurt you..
/he’s not going to yell, he’s just so over it now. Maybe some shut eye will do him good, having a fight in the evening tomorrow, and the aching in his heart isn’t helping this. He’s gonna lose, he knew that, he’s not feeling well/