Samchon

It's already hot and stuffy in Jimin's room, the fan on the ceiling barely doing anything to help with how he sweats buckets while laying on his bed. He's sure that if he had to get up from the bed, there would be an outline of his body in the form of sweat.

And on either side of his waist, would be the indent of chubby, large hands that belong to the 54 year old man currently hovering over the teenager.

"Mr K-Kwon," Jimin croaks out, his voice filled with sleep. He'd been napping all this time, unaware that the older man had sneaked into his room. It was only when he felt a hand crawl underneath his skirt that his eyes snapped open, causing him to squeeze his thighs shut while his father's childhood friend simply laughed and moved to press his hand into the bed for stability. "What are you doing in my room? Where are my parents?"

It's Mr Kwon's third day in Seoul after returning from America, where he had settled down for nearly twenty years. He's spent all three days at the Parks residence, only returning to his hotel in the evening and Jimin has felt uncomfortable in the man's presence since day 1. Mr Kwon's gaze lingered too long on him, his hands trailed too low when he'd hug the teenager in greeting, and when Jimin's parents weren't around the conversations bordered creepy.

"A pretty boy like you must have a boyfriend, mhm?"

"No one would guess you're 19, Jimin-ah. You're so cute despite being sexy too."

"So beautiful like your mother. You've really taken after her."

"There's no way you're a virgin with that gorgeous face and body."

It was all highly inappropriate and Jimin felt so dirty, rushing to answer and redeem his honor, unknowingly feeding Mr Kwon with information about himself in the process. Now the man knew that he was a naive, cute little virgin who had only had his first kiss so far.

It was obvious that Mr Kwon was lusting after Jimin, even if it wasn't all that apparent to his parents who thought the best of the businessman who had returned to Korea to settle down after his wife's passing. After all, who would suspect a newly widowed man to be perverted for their teenage child?

Mr Kwon chuckles above Jimin who's chest starts to rise and fall rapidly in response to their scandalous position on his bed. The old man has Jimin caged down, beaming at him with a sly grin.

"Come on, Jiminie. Call me Samchon. We're like family after all," he huffs, lifting a hand to trail a fat finger down Jimin's exposed arm, feeling the smooth, milky skin. Jimin flinches at the touch as if scorned, making Mr Kwon answer his question as he stops touching him. "Your parents left to go buy some cakes from the bakery for afternoon tea. I told them I'll stay back and keep watch on you since you can't be left at home alone."

Jimin's face turns red out of frustration. His parents need to stop treating him like an infant. By doing so, they've now placed him in imminent danger and Jimin's unsure of whether or not he's going to be able to defend himself.

"I'm 19. Not a child." He grits out, moving to sit upright. He huffs angrily, pointing to the door. "Get out of my room!"

Mr Kwon seemingly ignores the staunch demand, fiddling with a piece of lint on his suit blazer. He pulls it off before looking into Jimin's eye with a serious experience.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before, Jimin-ah?"

Jimin thinks he's going to faint from the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. A loud ringing sound enters his ear and his heart thunders in his chest, skin prickly with goosebumps as he holds back tears.

This is it. He's going to get assaulted.

"You must have touched yourself, right? There's no way you haven't at least tried out of curiosity. Mhm?" Mr Kwon tilts his chin up so that they're locking gazes and if Jimin wasn't terrified before, then he certainly is now. "Bet you couldn't finish though, isn't it? Fingers too tiny to reach that special place inside of you. You must have gone to bed so frustrated, my poor baby."

Jimin is sobbing by the time Mr Kwon is done taunting him; because it's scary how accurate he is. Jimin doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right but the uncontrollable tears have given him away. And now there's no running away.

Mr Kwon coos and pets his mop of blonde hair. "Don't cry, baby. Samchon can help you."

He scoots closer to Jimin, who scoots further back until his spine hits the headboard behind him, effectively trapping him.

"No, samchon." His lips wobble as fresh tears cascade down his blush stained cheeks. "Please leave me alone."

"But it'll feel so good, Jimin. Don't you want to know what it feels like?" The old man questions sincerely, biting back a smirk when he sees that Jimin contemplates it for a moment, staring at his lap. "You'll finally be a grown up and you can do it with other people too. You can have an orgasm and give them to other people too."

Jimin looks up, sniffling. "L-Like Taehyung?"

Mr Kwon has a Cheshire grin as he nods along, knowing that that question has sealed the deal. He'd met Taehyung yesterday, Jimin's college friend who had been over to work on an assignment. From the way Jimin had smiled all blushing and shy, it was obvious he was smitten with the typical frat boy.

"Of course, Jiminie! Just like Taehyung. I can teach you how to make him feel good too." Mr Kwon assures the oblivious boy, watching in anticipation as he finally stops crying and collects himself.

"O-Okay..." Jimin starts hesitantly, making Mr Kwon's heartbeat speed up in excitement.

"But, Jiminie, for now, we can only work on your body given that we don't have much time. Your parents will be home by the time I can teach you how to pleasure Taehyung." Mr Kwon says seriously. "So we'll have to do that tomorrow."

Jimin pouts, disappointed. "Can't we just start with making Taehyungie feel good?"

"No, baby. It doesn't work that way. In order to give pleasure you must experience it first for yourself. Or else you won't do it right." The old man reasons.

And for naive Jimin, that's enough to convince him to lay down on the bed again while the wrinkly and fat man puts his weight on top of him, his breath fanning over Jimin's hot cheek. He can feel Jimin's sporadic heartbeat from this position and he places a palm flat to the youngers chest, just above his round, large breast.

"Relax, it's OK." He kisses Jimin's cheek, causing the nervous boy to squeeze his eyes shut. "It's going to be fun, I promise."

He turns Jimin's face towards him and steals a wet kiss, their lips pressed together as he tries to push his tongue into the younger's mouth. Jimin's eyes remain shut as he attempts to reciprocate the kiss despite his fear and disgust. Mr Kwon cups Jimin's chin as their tongues finally twist together in a dirty French kiss, their lips rubbing together before the old man puckers his chapped, old lips and kisses Jimin lazily. A stray tear leaves Jimin as he slowly opens his eyes to see Mr Kwon kissing him with concentration, wet, messy smacking reverberating in the room as they exchange saliva. Mr Kwon has his eyes squeezed shut too, lost in the moment, and so Jimin does the same, following his lead. They make out hotly for a good while before a string of spit follows Mr Kwon as he pulls his fat tongue away from Jimin's own eager one.

"Please don't hurt me, samchon," Jimin whimpers as he catches his breath, somewhat less anxious than he was three minutes ago. His chin is still trapped between Mr Kwon's fingers, causing them to make direct eye contact.

"I'll never hurt you, baby. As long as you listen and let me do as I please." Mr Kwon assures him, letting go of his pretty face to place his hand at the small of Jimin's back. "Be a good boy and do as I tell you to and you won't have to worry. I'll only make you feel good."

He quickly lifts the hem of Jimin's top and pushes it up to the scared boy's chest, causing him to gasp when his stomach and bra covered tits get exposed, the material of the shirt bunched up underneath his chin. He squirms, trying to pull it back down until Mr Kwon growls in warning, making him stop as silent tears trickle down his face.

His hands ball into fists that rest beside his breasts as he says, "I changed my mind. I don't want this. Let me go. Now!"

But Mr Kwon doesn't listen to him nor does he care.

He simply leans down closer to Jimin's chest that rises and falls perfectly, peeling back one of the cups on the bra to reveal a hard, puckered dark pink nipple sitting in the center of a perfectly round, tanned mound. The nipple juts out almost perfectly, tiny hairs surrounding it as it looks as if begging for attention—contrary to the look of devastation on Jimin's face.

It's too bad Mr Kwon can't see him crying, too focused on the strained nipple. Despite Jimin's cries of protest, he gets closer to it, open mouth hovering over it as he let's out hot air. His fat, evil tongue juts out and slowly, slowly descends until it touches the tip of the nipple.

"Hhhhngh," Jimin breathes heavily, feeling the nasty sensation affect his clothed pussy.

Mr Kwon drags his tongue over the pert nipple swiftly, a quick and wet lick, that has Jimin turning to stone instantly.

He licks him again, and again, and again—flicking his tongue over the hard and poised nub. He marvels at how round and cute it is before lapping at it again.

Lick, lick, lick.

Jimin's eyes that had been wide in shock slowly shrink back to their original size as he accepts his fate, growing accustomed to the insane sensation. He holds back tears, staring at the fan go round on the ceiling.

When Mr Kwon's eager, dirty old mouth seals itself around the pink bud, he hums in satisfaction, deep in his chest. Jimin's eyes stay focused on the ceiling, refusing to look down at his chest.

Jimin's cries automatically halt at the sensation of a wet mouth engulfing his pretty nipple, a hesitant whine spilling out of his lips at the foreign and strange sensation. He sucks in a breath when Mr Kwon's tongue swipes along the areola, calculated and swift, making him jerk in response.

When he finally looks down, he hates that he doesn't feel repulsed by the sight of a bald headed, perverted man sucking on his nipple like it's a piece of candy.

"Hhhnghh," Jimin moans, biting his fingers to hold back his cries as Mr Kwon sucks his nipple earnestly, pulling more and more into his mouth, completely slobbering over the meaty tit. The way his tongue glides over the nipple is otherworldly and Jimin cannot deny that it does feel very good. "Oh!"

The other cup soon gets pulled down and a thumb and index fingers move over to toy with the unattended, dry nipple on the other tit, Mr Kwon's greedy mouth still glued to the breast he'd first set his sight on. His fingers squeeze the nipple in tandem with his devious tongue that swirls along the areola of the spit slicked one.

Jimin is flabbergasted as he lies there and takes it, watching Mr Kwon work diligently on his chest. A blush takes form on his cheeks as he breaths heavily and watches the man administer sheer pleasure to his sensitive nipples. Jimin's convinced his panties are soaked now, feeling something trickle down the side of his thigh that twitches at every yummy lick and toe curling squeeze to his pink, round buds.

"Samchon..." Jimin whines softly when the man sneaks his free hand down to lift his skirt up and reveal his soaked, white undies. His fat fingers trace the lips to Jimin's responsive cunt through the material, causing Jimin to bite his lip nervously, holding back a whine when the old man finally let's go of his nipple with a wet pop.

"Such huge nipples and fat tits for a little boy," he juts out mockingly, placing a kiss to the underside of Jimin's spit stained boob. "No wonder your pussy leaked so much."

He continues twisting and tugging the dry nipple, reaching over to give it a few closed mouth kisses as he stealthily slips his fingers through the side of the panties, causing Jimin to throw his head back and groan when they slowly glide inside of him.

"S-samchon...hurts," he whines, feeling a kiss on the underside of his chin. The fingers don't stop sinking in further, slow and cautious as a thumb concentrates on his clit to help alleviate the pain. "Ooooh, oh!"

"Feel good now?" The man enquires, looking up at Jimin's ruined expression and mussed hair. His lips are bitten raw and his eyes are squeezed shut tightly. He nods fervently, a hand landing on Mr Kwon's shoulder for stability. "Y-Yeah. Feels good- ah!"

The older man chuckles as Jimin slowly moves his hips to help sink the fingers even further. He deviously pulls out of Jimin, making him snap his eyes open in confusion. He whimpers at the loss, but dares not verbally express his disdain, too ashamed to confront the reality that he was slowly giving in to the disgusting predator currently on top of him.

Before things get further out of hand, he needs to put his foot down.

"You had your fun. Now leave me alone!" Jimin snaps, breath hitching as he watches Mr Kwon lick Jimin's essence off his fingers, the sticky fluid trailing from his fingers to his tongue. The man moans as if devouring something sweet.

"Sweet like a peach," he muses, watching Jimin squirm beneath him with a smirk. "All of you."

He dips down to lick at Jimin's flat tummy, making the teenager gasp at the sensation, slapping a hand over his mouth. Mr Kwon noses along his stomach, drifting lower and lower until his nose presses into his concealed clit and his tongue darts out to lap at his cunt through the now transparent material hugging Jimin's waist.

"Oh god! What are you doing?!" Jimin cries, grinding his teeth when the tongue flicks over his clit earnestly. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his balled fists press themselves to his sticky, dirty chest, sweet moans gushing out of his raw lips. "Hhhha, stop! Stop!"

It's too much. It's too good.

He shouldn't be experiencing such a beautiful moment with such a rancid, disgusting old man. He should be doing this with someone more age appropriate and handsome, someone who would match his beauty. Instead he's with a grimy, fat old man, seeing stars behind his eyes as the same man sucks and nibbles his bursting clit.

It's so much better than his fingers, he didn't even know there was a special nub between his folds that felt good when you touched it. He's certain he would have had an orgasm a long time ago if he had known about it. Unfortunately, when you have strict parents, they don't let you hang out with people who could tell you about such things.

"Mhhhhmmm," Mr Kwon moans as he laps at Jimin through his panties, looking up to see Jimin gazing down at him from over his round breasts. He laughs when he sees that Jimin is unknowingly pinching one of his nipples, a wide eyed, fucked out expression on his face. "Baby, you're the cutest, hottest thing I've touched in years. Gonna eat you out so good you'll start begging for more, okay?"

He rests his head on one of Jimin's thighs, pinching his clit through the sheer fabric and driving Jimin absolutely insane. He's overcome with so much pleasure that he's just resigned to taking it like a champ.

Jimin is slightly confused as the man massages and drops kisses to his inner thigh, assuming he'd already been doing just that—eating him out.

He has a rude awakening when the panties gets bunched up and pushed aside to expose his dripping, pink cunt that gleams in the afternoon halo. Jimin watches as Mr Kwon pulls his legs to rest over his shoulders, finding a comfortable position with his torso flat to the bed. Jimin's heart races in his chest, feeling that hot, smoky breath fan over his sensitive clit and wet folds.

The first drag of that meaty, hot muscle as it glides over his tender folds, flicking his clit swiftly before retreating back into the aged man's mouth is a toe curling, shocking sensation. Jimin's spine arches off the bed as both of his hands find purchase on that bald head, gripping onto it with all his might.

Jimin's heart is beating out of his chest that heaves exponentially, racing as if he'd just been zapped with an electric current. He can't look down. He refuses to, afraid of how easily he'll beg for more. That hot breath sits heavy on his spit filled pussy, making him clench around nothing but stale air.

"Jimin," Mr Kwon starts.

Jimin struggles to find his voice.

"Y-Yea?"

"Do you want more?"

A beat of silence ensues, Jimin's hands still holding onto Mr Kwon's head with no intention of letting go.

A drop of sweat falls into Jimin's belly button.

"Yes, please," the teenager gives in to his heart's desire, timid but confident in his answer.

And he smiles in sheer bliss, proud of himself when that skilled tongue slithers it's way up his folds and over his clit in repetitive motions, his hands sliding off Mr Kwon's head only to grip on tighter the second time around, sweet hums of satisfaction leaving his lips as the older man laps at his pussy like a thirsty dog.

The teen throws his head back as Mr Kwon tentatively licks at his engorged clit and smothers his lower face in the mess. The elderly man moans against the ripe pussy, adding vibration to the pleasure.

Jimin whimpers, feeling the man vigorously suck his clit and growl against him like a starving beggar.

"Jiminie... you taste so fucking good, baby. So good for your uncle. Letting me kiss your pretty pussy...mhmm, yummy." A whine threatens to break through his voice and Jimin heaves silently, completely turned on by the pitiful yet sexy words. Kwon sloppily kisses over the cunts exterior, thanking his lucky stars that he had a sexy, young stunner writhing underneath him. Jimin's eyes flutter shut, soft mewls escaping his lips with each suck and slurp and lick to his most intimate parts.

"Mm... oh! That's so good, samchon." The businessman gives his clit a kitten lick, and Jimin's eyes dilate, his hips snapping at the feeling.

He feels the man sink his tongue into his pussy, tasting his insides. Jimin bucks his hips once more, pushing himself closer to the man's perspiring face.

"Oh my god! M-More, please...yesyesyes!" The younger beauty gasps at the newfound pleasure as Mr Kwon thrusts his tongue in and out of his warm, messy hole. He didn't know he could feel so good, so amazing. It's like he's floating in heaven.

Mr Kwon looks up at him as he moves his tongue in and out of his tight wet cunt, slowing down so he can truly taste his sour peach. Jimin's pussy suddenly begins spasming again, his thighs trembling as his nails dig into his uncle's exposed scalp.

"Oh god...what's happening to me?" He gasps as the old man picks up speed, a foreign, intense heat bubbling in the pit of his tummy. His eyes blow wide as his stomach tightens, causing him to turn his head from side to side recklessly. "Ooh, that's nice. Hmm. So good. Oh yeah! Yeah... haaaa. S-samchon, oh my god!!!"

Jimin's been hit by his first orgasm. Ever.

His eyes blow wide as his stomach tightens and he reaches a stunning climax, working his hips sensually to help ride the intense pleasure wave he's discovered. His tiny hand grips Mr Kwon's scalp hard as he humps his face desperately, babbling random words of pleasure and happiness. The fat old man pulls his tongue out to roughly kiss and work Jimin's clit through what he considers a groundbreaking moment in the teen's life.

He's just opened the door to endless possibilities in their future sex life, and he can't wait to have Jimin impaled on his cock.

"Samchon! Oh samchon...I love it. Jiminie loves it so much!" He squeals as he rides his orgasm, smothering the man in his pulsing pussy. Mr Kwon pulls back to spit on Jimin's pussy nastily, eagerly returning to keep licking him off until he can take no more. Jimin's first time coming never seems to end, Kwon repeating the motion on his clit until the teenager goes limp on the bed.

Jimin slowly comes down from his high, fingers twitching around Mr Kwon's ear. The man continues to kiss all over his cunt until Jimin has to forcefully move sideways, mewling as he smothers his face into his pillow, drooling.

Mr Kwon watches in amusement as Jimin breathes heavily, eyes drooping as he attempts to recover from the orgasm. The old man is ready to leave him to recover when Jimin's unreadable gaze flickers down to him, exposed breasts swaying slightly.

"How long until my parents get back?"

Kwon shrugs, "any moment, I suppose."

Silence stretches between them until Jimin unexpectedly sits up, spreading his legs to allow Mr Kwon to fit himself between them. He catches the older man off guard when he captures his mouth in a heated, messy kiss that has him falling into the older man's chest.

"Do it again. Before they come back. I wanna feel that earth shattering, amazing feeling again. Please-" Jimin whispers desperately against Mr Kwon's lips.

He sighs as he falls against the headboard, looking down to see the older man position himself underneath Jimin, who he urges to "sit on his face" after slipping off his panties and discarding it on the floor.

Jimin complies, unsure of the position. He unclips his bra, shrugging it off, leaving him completely naked.

All trepidation gets thrown out the window when, in the span of five minutes, he learns how to ride Mr Kwon's tongue, who's fingers dig into his perfect ass as he offers the younger a long, wide tongue to rub his clit against, his wide nose occasionally taking over while the tongue slithers deep inside of Jimin, driving him crazy as he humps Mr Kwon's face and throws his head back, cumming and moaning for what feels like forever.

He smiles through his orgasm, gripping his breasts and kneading them proper as he hands over the last remnants of his innocence to a strange man the same age as his father, telling him that he loves it and that he wants more.

And Mr Kwon gives him more, licking his clit like it's his last meal on earth.