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Anger, guilt, resentment, one after the other. You felt them all, each slamming you into a wall asphyxiating you into thinking of anything else. The lights were blinding, bass from the speakers deafening, the stench of alcohol in your cup suddenly turning to a bile that reeked of tar. Though you were already drunk, and that tar had you questioning if you could even drive home tonight.
Hours earlier~
"You like that?" Each smack of his hips against your ass had you wanting to yank yourself away, the man's mouth ghosting your ear and you imagined it was his voice. He touched you wrong, spoke to you wrong, he even fucked you wrong. It didn't matter who you slept with, where or when, Jimin was there, burned into your mind ruining you for anyone else. Though this was the first time you ventured away to experiment, to just see if you could forget him, now you were convinced you couldn't.
You met Jaehyun at a local bar, a regular who you had spoken with and even hung out with a few times. He wasn't unattractive by any means, in fact he was beautiful. Tall, muscular and intelligent. He had a good job, set for a lucrative career, nice car, caramel leather with pristine stitching. You could still remember the smell of the interior.
Jimin was equally if not far more fruitful in his accomplishments, an even nicer car though you both stained those seats more than you'd like to admit, another reminiscent smell of steamed sex and clouded windows. He'd have them ripped up and replaced with a snap of his finger, only to be ruined again. Everyone knew Jimin, everyone wanted Jimin. He was a fuck buddy, a no ties relationship, something you both needed. He was always busy and so were you, you had no time for feelings or attachments.
This was why.
You began to feel and it terrified you. The way he would simply smile at you, caress your arm gently, or look at you like he wanted you, needed you more than you ever thought. He wouldn't, he couldn't possibly feel the same, you had to know, he, had to know. You had been ignoring him, for a week now. It felt like months. He had contacted you once in that amount of time through a call and swift text, you could say it proved your point. The validation wasn't rewarding, no it was far worse as his absence lingered on. You felt like it was eating you away from the inside, a suffocating itching hole that couldn't be filled. And this, being fucked by someone else only dug that hole deeper.
"Fuc-k." Jaehyun groaned again and you wanted nothing more than for him to just shut up and finish. You got your wish rather quickly against your kitchen sink as he finished into the condom before pulling out, taking it off and tying it with a shaky groan. It was nothing but his heavy breathing filling the room, you differing in every such way possible, it was hard for you to breathe as he began zipping up his pants that he didn't even bother removing as everything happened so fast.
"That was great-wow, did you cum babe?" You tightened your fingers around the chrome of the sink, fluttering your eyes shut. No you didn't. Jimin made you cum, more times than you'd thought feasible. Jimin had your body figured out, he knew all the places that drove you crazy giving him complete control over your senses. Jimin made you feel a lot of things you'd thought unobtainable, and yet here you are, bent over your counter, like a coward. Disgusting is what you felt, used.
"Get out." You snapped bleakly, pulling your dress over your exposed ass not even bothering to look his way as you walked over to your wine cabinet fishing for a particular bottle.
"W- what? But- i-"
"I said, get out."
Present~
"Y/n what the hell's wrong with you lately anyways?" Your best friend since grade school plopped down beside you on one of the many lounge couches assorting the club which you so dutifully claimed for hours.
"And you haven't even touched the drink I bought you." Jade picked up your cup sitting on the table in front of you now sitting in a puddle of its own condensation. "What- I thought tequila was your favorite?"
Tequila was your favorite yes, but right now it looked just as appealing as a pile of dog shit.
"I think I'm going to go home, Jade." Even now you could feel the beginnings of a headache, the slight throb inside your temples and behind your eyelids. A flash of disappointment washed over her face before she grabbed for your hand laced inside your lap understandingly.
"I know what's going on you know." You wanted to panic, your frame tightening against the back of the couch. "Jaehyun texted me,"
You let the breath you were holding go through your nose in relief. You felt a pang of pity for Jae, but what you really should have been pitying was yourself. Here you were hopelessly getting drunk because you fell for man who only thought of you as a toy, an object to use when he wanted.
"he said you kicked him out, what-what am I missing here I thought you were into him?"
You wanted to tell her, god just to at least get this fucking elephant off of your chest but not now.
"Please, I'll tell you tomorrow okay? I need to go, I don't feel well." You sat up quickly not even bothering to explain yourself as you side stepped her crossed legs and out of the booth. She deserved better than that, and the look on her face proved it. Avoiding her wasn't going to fix anything, she had to find out sooner or later and honestly you didn't realize just how secret you and Jimin kept yourselves. For all she knew, you weren't fucking anyone.
The buzzing against your side nearly startled you as your phone vibrated inside of your purse nestled underneath your arm. You really didn't want to answer as you pushed open the door exiting the building, the bouncer giving you a knowing nod as you passed. There was no way you could drive, already it was difficult to aline yourself with the cracks of the sidewalk, your lifeline. You were tipsy sure, but cognizant and completely aware of your surroundings. You wouldn't have left if that were the case, no matter how miserable. Retrieving your phone from it's pocket the screen was blatant as your eyes adjusted to the light being so accustomed to the darkness of the nightclub.
11:43pm
Park Jimin: Come over
11:44pm
Park Jimin: now
It took a double take, possibly a triple at the name bordering the notification. Twelve hours ago if someone held a gun to your head and told you to get in the back of an uber and be chaffered to Park Jimin's house, your brains would have been plastered on the floor. Yet here you are, in the back of an uber doing just that. Even worse, the buzz had began to fade and you were doing it, sober. At least semi.
Did you feel pathetic, yes. Guilty? Yes, far more than you'd like, you had reason to be. You didn't doubt that Jimin had other partners, after all you weren't committed, but why did this hurt so much? You had to talk to him, and it felt childish to keep running away. You were only hurting yourself.
You could hardly call Jimin's house, a house, it was more of an estate. You had been inside several times but you weren't sure if you could ever get used to it. Even the exterior was immaculate, beautiful gardens and tropical shrubbery lining the villa, both his super cars parked exquisitely near the front door like a property magazine cover. Sure the lavishness was nice, but it didn't impress you much. This lifestyle suited Jimin on the surface, he was polished and poised, an intelligent talented man with a surging drive to achieve what it was he wanted. Dig a little deeper and you wondered how he could endure what it entailed. As confident and composed as he was, Jimin wasn't a faker and you could see right through his mask. This is one of the reasons you fell for him, he didn't let the money change him, Jimin was Jimin no matter the fancy cars or expensive champagne.
You didn't bother to knock, or rather lift the ten pound lion head handle sitting atop the door. The front door opened silently, only the rubber door sweep gently sliding against the marble and the single beep of the alarm system gave you away as you entered. Unlocked?
You wanted to call for him but it was ominously quiet as you set your bag down along with your pair of heels slipping them quietly off your feet. Your heart battered your ribcage as you padded into the kitchen, peering around every corner that Jimin would usually be found in only to be brought with nothing each time. Was he even here? You would feel even more foolish than you already were if you showed up and he wasn't even home. Why would he leave with the door unlocked and alarm system unarmed unless he truly expected you would show up? Damn, were you so predictable?
The walk up the staircase was a slow one, each step making you heart drum a little quicker as you neared the top. You could hear faint muted music muffled from the layers of walls you had yet to sneak in.
Is that what you were doing? Sneaking?
You could see his bedroom door almost closed, cracked about an inch or so open and as you approached the music loudened and became more clear. He favored a slow sensual r&b sort of beat and that's precisely what it was. You couldn't figure out how him alone called this palace home, it hardly felt like a home, more like a resort. When you had as much money as Jimin did, you could create whatever you so desired. Anyone could figure he was an artist at heart just looking at all the customizations he had made to the manor, it was an architects wet dream.
His bedroom looked like something from a movie, extremely modern and open, something you yourself admired. It smelled clean, silk sheets draped neatly over the bed so inviting in their dreamlike softness. Even one of his tailored suits was set tidily on a hanger crisply ironed, complemented with a fitting pair of square toed shoes. Though it was empty, cold, and you frowned continuing to follow the music into the frame of his bathroom door also creaked open just enough to peak inside. There was a bottle of Valium sitting atop the dresser, the cap popped open and lying upside down beside it. Since when did he take Valium? The bottle was almost empty, just a few pills knocking around in the bottom.
You took a deep breath preparing yourself as you took a few fingers to push open the door the remainder of the way. You were greeted with an obscene amount of steam warmly flushing your body and face, bellowing out of the door and into the rest of the bedroom like a flood. Jimin's bathroom was a literal sauna, and you fought the fact that it might just be as large as your living room. The tub itself took up nearly half the room, settled into the floor rather than above it like a conventional bath and more like a pool.
It didn't take long for you to find Jimin nestled blissfully in the far corner of the tub facing you, his head lulled back rested on the lip of the pool with his eyes shut. They would flutter or wince when the jet would hit a certain spot, his delicious mouth curling into a sort of gritted snarl as the water pummeled into his back muscles. He seemed to enjoy it despite the grimaces, scooting his body ever closer into the spout to try and dig in even further. The water frothed against the curves of his chest lapping at the glistening toned skin, sweat had beaded on his brow, collecting into the dips of his collarbones and dripping like salted honey down his neck. He was beautiful, he always had been, and staring at him now only reaffirmed the spark in your ribcage. Suddenly the music emitting from the speakers stopped leaving only the constant hum of the bubbling water and maybe the gulp in your throat as Jimin turned his head to look at you. He didn't even bother lifting his head, rolling it agasint the marble with a hooded gaze.
"How long were you planning on staring, hmm?" The classic upturn of his lip into a smirk made you squeeze your thighs together and you hoped you were too concealed by the steam for him to properly notice. Everything you so thought Jimin had to offer, you experienced for months now, and still something as simple as a smirk had your knees threatening to falter. That was a good question after all, how long were you going to ogle at him before you made yourself known? Did you think about bailing like a gutless coward? Yes, but you knew you had to settle this once and for all despite how afraid you might be of the consequences that followed. Evidently Jimin knew you were standing there, enjoying the attention. As much as Jimin wanted to be in control, he craved validation. This was tenfold in the bedroom. He needed to hear that he was doing well, making you cum on his tongue wether it was riding his face, laid on your back or from behind, his face shoved in between your legs like it's what he was born to do.
-
"You love this don't you?" You couldn't explain how much you did even if you tried as he mercilessly pounded you into the leather siding of his car door. "Tell me y/n, is my cock gonna make you cum right here-" A particular thrust had you clamping around his dick, mouth torn open to cloud the back coupes window in front of you. "mmph, right now in front of all those people hm?" There were people outside the car, many and you couldn't care less with just how good it felt to have jimin buried inside of you like this in his backseat.
"Lucky these windows are tinted, doesn't mean they cant hear you huh kitten?" Jimin knelt himself over your body so that he could whisper in your ear and god you wanted to scream, let the whole world know just how incredible Jimin could make you feel.
-
The memory was still fresh, just last week he had you begging to cum on his cock in the parking lot of a restaurant in one of his many sports-cars offering little in the space department, before he could even claim you at home, which he did again without a problem.
Jimin continued to marvel at you, finally lifting his head slowly slinking upwards like a snake would. He broke the silence again with a deep huffed exhale.
"You've been awfully silent lately, I was beginning to think you had other ideas." He took one of his hands to play with the foamy waves around his abdomen now on display that he had sat upright and you couldn't help your eyes as they drifted over the flexures of his tight stomach.
"Though as quick as you showed up, I might be wrong." As much as you loved that grin, you wanted to wipe it clean off his face.
"Jimin, I need to talk to you." You purchased yourself against the slick marbled counter, hip cocked and arms crossed. Jimin looked predatory if anything, watching you intently with a gaze still hooded with a mixture of things you struggled to handle. He wandered up your body starting with your legs, exposed with the style of dress you chose to wear to the club. He stopped for a moment at your hips, tightly snug in the fabric and you swore you saw him lift his hips beneath the water at the sight. Jimin wasn't afraid to show you how much you affected him, no matter where he was. But now, his ego was tying him down with a force to keep him rather composed despite the blatant gawking. He also stopped at your breasts stuffed and threatening to erupt from the tops of the dress.
"You're wearing my favorite dress." This was deep, almost scheming as Jimin spoke again, finally reaching your face before lingering on a certain spot on your neck he particularly liked to mark.
"Jimin, I'm serious." He gave you a look that screamed 'and I'm serious' but he decided to keep to himself with a low almost mocking chuckle.
"Okay," He shrugged, pretending to look defeated. "talk, princess." You went to open your mouth and as you did the words were stranded and left in your throat as Jimin stood from the tub completely nude. His bulked thighs flexed as he exited, body toned and taut to perfection as he crossed the bathroom to retrieve a towel to fasten around his waist. He was breathing heavy from the heat, making his stomach strain even more, sweat and water gleaming off his frame like a beacon. You could see the outline of his cock pressed agasint the towel and you fought to let your eyes travel south again. He knew what he was doing to you, waiting for you to say something as he began to pad towards you leaving a wet path in his wake. You gulped. Why was it so difficult to explain to him how you felt?
"I slept with someone else." You blurted, and you regretted it the minute it came out, nearly slamming your palm over your lips. Jimin looked like he was taken aback for a moment, eyes shifting around on the floor. You didn't miss the narrow of his lids, the change in his breathing.
"This is what you came to talk about?" He took a step back, and you regretted not appreciating his closeness, taking a step forward in turn.
"Jimin, i need to know that-" You couldn't say it, you wanted to slap yourself in the face and just tell him everything, but the words clogged in your neck rendering you speechless.
"You have that right Y/n, we both know what this is." He glanced at himself before returning to you. You knew what this was, yes. And yet you wanted so much more, you wanted all of him and in turn you wanted to give him all of you. Jimin deserved that much out of someone and you were tired of giving him half of what you could have been. That is, if he knew. If you would tell him.
"I love you." Jimin's heart could have leapt from his chest, saliva catching in his throat nearly making him cough. "I cant fucking do this anymore Jimin! Not when I know you don't feel the same."
You could feel the tears welling up, clouding your eyesight.
"I wanted to see if I could get over you! Fuck someone else but god damn it Jimin, it makes me realize how much more I want you. Not just this jimin," You shook your head as a few stray tears managed to fall and land on the floor darkened from the eyeliner. "The sex is amazing sure, but its superficial. It doesn't last, and Jimin, I'm tired of hiding from my own feelings, I understand if you don't feel the same way, but at least now you know."
You managed to look at him from the floor and it felt like you had been shot at the lack of emotion shrouding his face. It's as if you hadn't said anything at all and the driving pain in your side proved it. You nodded curtly before turning around to leave, dragging your fingers along the stone as you began to walk out the door.
"Wait." His voice was broken around the edges and it made you stop dead. "Please, wait."
You turned to look at him and before you knew it he was cradling your cheeks with his hands, pressing his forehead agasint yours. Jimin held you like you would break, tears welled up without his control, voice collapsing with the sobs climbing up his throat. "I was so afraid y/n,"
Your name cracked his murmurs, and you held his hands inside of yours against your face holding onto him like he would buckle in your grasp. Jimin was mortified to admit he had began to feel the same over a very short span of time spent with you. He resorted to keeping you at a distance emotionally, fucking you, was different. Different alright, Jimin wasn't sure if he would ever find better. He often found himself lost in you even when you weren't around, his mind overridden with your taste, the way your skin felt against his, the look on your face when you came around him. It frightened him at how he could just as easily fall into fantasizing about you curled up next to him, stroking your hair and relishing the warmth of your body next to his. The way you would shy away from his more than bold comments in public, shooing him away even though he knew you were soaked. Waking up next you with your hand supporting your cheek squishing the flesh fondly, lips parted slightly, a searing warmth flooding his chest like this was what it was supposed to be like. Having you like this, seeing you crack in front of him fortified the need to invest himself completely, give you whatever he so possibly could.
It was surreal to see Jimin cry, and because of you. Seeing him so vulnerable, holding you like this was something you thought you'd never see nor feel.
"Don't you ever think," Jimin tightened his hold on your jaw, lips pursing. "that I never felt the same for you." He had never looked at you like this, one of your hands fell to your side at it's own accord, the other thumbing at a tear that had fallen from Jimin's eyes now searching for a reply in yours. You opened your mouth to speak and he took the opportunity to mesh his lips with yours. It wasn't calm or calculated no, it was ravenous, the slotting of your mouths crashing together messily like Jimin was to devour you whole as he backed you up against the wall caging one hand along your neck, the other finding it's way to your lower back. The hand traveling south hooked under your right thigh with a sharp squeeze, hoisting it onto his hip now taking advantage to dig his pelvis into your core. A moan tumbled from your lips shamelessly breaking the kiss but Jimin didn't seem to care as he went for your neck, mouthing at the soft skin near your ear.
“Let me love you, y/n.” He gruffly whispered into your hair, the hand nursing your neck gently wandered up your jawline and to your lips to which he took a single finger to pull down your bottom lip, eyes now level with yours. “God I want to show you, please.” Jimin paused, sucking in a sharp breath only to pull his plush bottom lip in-between his teeth with an almost unnoticeable shudder.
“I want you..” Another growl in your ear, though in its depth he almost sounded pleading and it made you want to squirm in his tight grasp with need. “Do you want this? Are you sure?”
He took both of his hands making quick work of your dress from behind lifting it up to cup your ass savoring the way the soft mounds of flesh felt inside his palms. With one swift movement Jimin had you lifted onto his hips, your legs clinging to his waist before he could roll you carefully against the wall, even taking a hand to shield your head from slamming into the tile. Did you want him to stop? Somewhere in the back of your mind, yes. It seemed virtually impossible to refuse him, and god dammit you wanted him just as much if not more. Something about the way he held you, looked at you, differed nearly completely this time and it had you nodding your head closing the gap between your faces.
For the first time you saw the future in his eyes, a chance you never thought you would be granted. You barely get out a ‘please’ before he was on you again, only this time he practically melted into you, his kiss leaving you breathless, effortless motions of your mouths creating a smoldering blossom blooming in the pit of your belly. You weren't sure if you were being moved, so lost in the feeling of Jimin’s tongue tracing the swell of your bottom lip asking for entrance, although the sharp contrast of a freezing counter against your bare ass made you gasp or was it Jimin licking into your mouth with a new passionate fervor. He stood in between your legs and damn it if you weren't already drenched. Jimin could feel you pinching your thighs around his hips, back arching every time he pulled away just enough to nip at your lip and he wanted to smirk.
Jimin was a natural giver, his main goal to please his partner to the point of shaking, earth shattering ecstasy. However he was tease, and you learned that rather quickly. It was frustrating at times, he would leave you hanging on the edge more often than not lying in wait for the pleasure to tingle your senses before pulling the plug. Nonetheless, it made for a slew of orgasms amplified by the denial.
His skin was still damp, droplets of water running down the dips of his muscles beautifully and you wanted desperately to lave at it with your tongue. For now though you ran your hands down his lower back beginning to tug on the towel annoyingly still resting on his waist. Jimin made a disapproving noise, taking both your hands to place them atop his shoulders.
“Not yet.”
The glare he gave you made you want to cower, and you knew you were in for it by the way he took his time. You had a feeling you would be in trouble, punished rather, and honestly you couldn't care what he had in store for you at this point. He took a hand to unzip the back of your dress having you writhing in the burning anticipation.
“I think you're a bit impatient princess, for someone taking cock elsewhere hm?”
Ouch.
So you were in trouble, although you deserved it and you were willing to take anything he was willing to deliver.
“I thought about you anyways- mm.” He pulled at the straps revealing the smooth tissue of your unadorned breasts, only to swear hotly against the skin so close to your nipple. It was true after all, every touch of the other man only made you want Jimin more, a firery desire only kindled by him alone.
“Oh?” A bite followed by a warm suck to your swollen bud caused you to lift your chest further into his mouth. Your core was positively throbbing now at each pull of his lips. “Do tell princess, I'm waiting.”
His mouth never left you as he yanked your dress the rest of the way off, shimmying the fabric down your hips and onto the floor forgotten as he kicked it out of the way. You were left in just your panties and Jimin could barely contain himself from burying his face in your pussy until he couldn't breathe. Fuck did he want to touch you, taste and smell the sweet aroma of you until all that was heard was your screams filling the echoed bathroom but he had an agenda to follow. Sure he was bitter at you venturing to fuck someone else, and he could be as petty as he wanted. He tried fucking another bitch to sustain his urges but he felt pathetic, not even able to keep his dick hard for longer than a minute leading to him being alone, without you. But here you were, at his disposal and his dick couldn't be harder underneath this towel. He was sure you could see it, feel it poking at your inner thigh.
“How did he fuck you?” Jimin inquired and you could hear the bits of jealousy biting his tone. This was the last thing you wanted to talk about now, but you knew you wouldn't get anywhere without telling him.
“In the kitchen, from behind, fu-ck.” Jimin hummed curiously, gradually traveling south his hands, playing with the material of the lace of your underwear.
“Did he make you cum?” Your eyes trembled closed, his warm breath just below your navel and you couldn't help but lean further back to spread your legs wider for him. You wanted to laugh, and Jimin didn't miss the grin cross your face for a split second.
“No, ah- he didn’t.” Each time you answered him he would reward you with a caress closer to your core, a finger finally dipping to disclose the utter sopping cloth of your underwear.
“Fuck you’re wet.” It took all of his composure not to taste you, he was close enough to stick his tongue out and do just that but he decided to wait a little longer. “Thats a shame princess, he didn't even get to feel how tight this pussy gets when you cum.” His breath was right there, you could feel the heat as he talked and you helplessly swiveled your hips in desperation. “That’s just for me to feel.” He took both of his hands around the backs your thighs to jerk you closer, his nose now pressing slightly into your clit making you keen nearly slipping from the counter.
“Yes, Jimin only for you-please!” You felt him groan against your center and you barely kept yourself upright, legs already at the start of vibrating. He could really smell you now and god he missed it. He couldn't forget it if he tried, using this very memory to jack himself off countless times. “I came after he left, I thought of you fucking me how you like, ass in the air, my face buried in the pillows.”
Jimin wrenched the fabric to the side, and you could hear it tearing as he dove his tongue in-between your folds so suddenly you might have fallen if it weren't for one of his arms catching the small of your back, biceps straining deliciously. You whined in earnest, taking a hand to wrap your fingers around the roots of his hair knowing how much he loved it as he ate you. The vibrations of his moans reverberated throughout your core all the way down to your toes making you cry out his name. Jimin ran a solid lick up your hole stopping just under your clit purposely, collecting all of your juices like a man starved. The noises he made had you fighting a blush, positively gorging himself as he ate you out and already you were close without him even touching your bundle of sensitive nerves.
“You're not serious princess..” He chuckled to look up at you from in-between your legs and just the sight of his lips smeared with your arousal made you clench around nothing. “You think you're gonna cum?” He continued to brazenly sneer at you from below as he removed what was left of your underwear to join your dress.
“N-no! Please Jimin I'll be g-!”
“I know you'll be good, that’s why you're going to get on that fucking bed after I have my fill.” One of his digits easily slipped into you from how sopping you were, but the second was a push, your brows wincing as he stopped easing the secondary finger once he noticed the resistance. “Shit-so tight for me huh? My cock is gonna fucking bust y/n.”
You noticed him bucking his hips against the towel several times, your mouth watering at the anticipation of having his cock in your mouth at least once tonight. “Let me fix that for-mmph you.”
You hissed at the intrusion of both his fingers slowly working into you, grabbing for his hair as he began licking at your lower lips once again only to abruptly latch his mouth around your clit, sucking the pearl and swirling the tip of his tongue unanimously.
“Jimin! That’s not fair-ah oh my god, fuck!” The electricity of his pleasure had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, upper body falling back into the frigid counter fully. The numbness spread quickly, your body teetering on an edge you were surely bound to be suspended from. Being denied a second time made your blood boil and you wanted to shove his face in your pussy and keep it there, riding his tongue until you got the release your body was begging for. Jimin would thoroughly enjoy that if the circumstances were different of course and if you weren't being edged beyond belief. Jimin could live down here, eating you was like a drug, a high continually chased over and over again.
With a loud smack of his lips he pulled away admiring his work like someone would a painting, your pussy ridiculously swollen and pink from his constant ministrations. It took you a few seconds to return to the present, your high stripped from your senses aggravatingly so. Jimin stood and as he did lapping at the corners of his mouth not wanting to waste a drop of you, his towel fell pooling around his feet finally revealing his cock standing absurdly erect in front of you. It didn't get better than this you thought, watching as the pre cum beaded on the tip of his cock leaking down the shaft and you couldn't move to the bed fast enough. You didn't get there though, Jimin taking your arms and wrenching them behind your back only to spin you around pushing you down to your knees on the floor beside the bed.
“I believe you wanted to fix something?” Jimin was sure he would cum if he fucked your throat, he would have to pace himself if he was to fuck you, and god did he want to fuck you. You nearly threw yourself for him, hands flying to meet his cock and he only shoo’ed them away with a tsk. “Ah, ah. No hands this time.”
You almost forget you're in trouble with how he makes you tremble at his voice above you, your hands retreating slowly to your bare lap. You hadn't even a taste of his cock, and you're still soaking, positively dripping onto the wood flooring. The sound that comes out of his mouth when you finally take him into your lips has your core pulsing, soft but gritted mewls of approval. He takes a hand to move the hair that had fallen into your face, since yours were bound to your lap, moving it into a tight fisted ponytail. It stung, making your suck harder on his cock, twitching with every suctioned hollow of your cheeks. You leered up at him from your lashes now dampened from your eyes watering having him hit the back of your throat every few strokes and Jimin moaned blissfully at the sight. You wandered a hand lower in-between your legs, humming around jimins cock feeling just how wet you actually were, drenching the fingers toying with your entrance. Jimin didn't miss your hand, stiffening his hold on your hair with a biting jerk, stuffing his cock so far down your throat it had you tightening the muscles with a gag.
“If you're so eager to touch yourself why dont you spread yourself for me.” Jimin managed to grit out after you popped off his dick so deep in your throat making you gasp for air. “Then wet those pretty little fingers and wrap them around my cock. I know that cunt is fucking soaked.”
The whimper that escaped your mouth was shameless at his filthy words, and you waited for his instructions clearly not wanting to fuck this up and be refused your climax, again. Normally, you would have came numerous times by now, seeing stars, but that didn't stop you from obeying his every little desire. Despite your punishment, you loved seeing him in control. He would let you call the shots, though that was rare, having jimin under you moaning out your name begging you to let him cum inside of you was something you fantasized about often upon memory. You moved instantly after his command, his cock still immersed inside your throat as you ran your fingertips deliciously through your folds slippery with your sugary slick.
“Fuck I can hear how wet you are, let me see.” You purred around his dick making the muscles in his sturdy thighs quake, lifting your hand up for him to observe the webbed fluid spread messily throughout your fingers and palm. Jimin almost ripped you from him to bend down and taste for himself again, but he refrained with a guttural groan that had you gushing even more. You did as he asked, wrapping the hand sloppy with your juices to pump him languidly. Jimin could already feel him approaching his high watching you lick kittenishly on his tip while milking the length squelching with your essence. Tasting yourself on his cock coated your tongue pleasantly, a pungent sweetness paired with Jimins delirious thrusting becoming more erratic with each push of your hand.
“God, stop princess, stop.” Jimin looked in pain, brows furrowed fixedly yanking on your scalp to pull the suctioning heat of your mouth away from his cock now popping with veins. Jimin could barely stop himself from filling the back of your throat with his cum, but not before he could get inside of you. “Get on the bed, ass up.”
You didn't need to be told twice, slamming your torso into the mattress, ass lifted high in the air. “Good girl.”
You felt the bed dip from his weight turning to watch him stroke his cock a few times at the sight. “You look so perfect like this.” Jimin reached out to knead the plush flesh of your ass, jiggling and massaging the meaty skin to his liking before landing a harsh slap making you arch your back in surprise. He took his time admiring the slick coating your inner thighs, his mouth watering at how wet you were for him and another slam of his palm against your ass resounding with a powerful ‘thwap!’
“Ah!” You whined into the silken sheets, the pain sizzling into a bubbling pleasure up your spine making you shake with each reddening smack.
“This ass is mine, do you understand?” Jimin growled into one of your asscheeks, mouthing at the soft skin appreciating the way the flesh gave into his palms, fascinated. You whimpered into the mattress, pushing your pussy closer to his face with an obscene arch in your back.
“I can’t hear you.” His tone was biting, making you flinch and this time it was hard, the strike of his hand reverberating in piercing waves making you cry out his name now unmuffled so you could look at him behind you.
“Yes, fuck it’s all yours, no one else's.” You meant it, god did you mean it but Jimin only hummed, seemingly unconvinced and you weeped in frustration as the scorching warmth of his breath left your ass.
“Hmm, yet you go and fuck someone else?” He really was bothered by that and it made you swell with pride. Jimin was fuming with jealousy, not being able to imagine another cock inside of you besides his own. Not someone else hearing you moan, moaning a name that wasn't his. Jimin grabbed the underside of your stomach, the other hand lurching for your neck to pull you into him from behind with a smack of skin hitting skin. You arched your back deliciously from his stomach, moaning as he parted the hair from your ear roughly to whisper, “Prove it to me, prove to me how much you want this cock, and only, this cock.”
Jimin knew you wanted him. He just needed to hear you say it, say that you wanted him, all of him and fuck was he going to give it you.
“No one can make me feel like you do Jimin, and it took me fucking up to learn that and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Jimin softened the hold on your neck, still caging your body to mesh with his from behind, his chest melded with your upper back. “Love me jimin, love me like i-“ Your breath hitched at the twitch of his hips, the length of his cock rubbing the crevice of your ass. “Love me like I love you.”
Something snapped within him, rocking his hips back only to guide his cock into the depths of you with one swift movement. The both of you groan unanimously as Jimin takes a moment to savor the way your pussy feels so perfect wrapped around him making every fiber within him come alive like this is where he was made to be, buried inside of you. Jimin experimented a few shallow thrusts, fucking up into you from this angle making it so intimate yet so carnal with the way he was holding you, supporting and controlling every jarring pump.
“Fuck i can barely fit-god.” Jimin’s breathing was labored, murmuring explicit promises into your ear, face buried into your neck soaking in your scent. “You feel so perfect around my cock y/n.”
You whimpered helplessly at the praise, arching your back even further from his body to push your ass against him like a bitch in heat. Jimin let go of your neck to push you forwards with both hands snagging your shoulders so he could get a better look at where you two connected with a concentrated pinch in his brow.
“Fuck, look at that,” Jimin watched himself plunge into your core, pulling nearly all the way out just to force himself in again, cock now soaked with your juices, dragging against the resistance of your walls. Grabbing your waist Jimin threw you forwards suddenly, never leaving from inside of you to set himself fully on the bed taking a hand to wrench your upper body downwards to slam into the sheets. You cried out at the angle now taking him further into you with your hips held high for him to see which he groaned hungrily, “You take it so well princess.”
Sparks caught fire behind your eyelids as he rotated his hips to delve into you, each digging shove hitting your spot having you clench repeatedly around him in pulsing throbs. “You're so filthy, already squeezing me like you want to cum.”
He knew what drove you crazy, cock so submerged inside of you his hips were coupled to your ass, grinding his pelvis like he couldn't get deep enough. You were delirious at this point, barely able to form a sentence let alone a single word as the familiar welcoming warmth began to tickle your spine.
“P-please! Let me cum Jimin-please oh my fu-“ Jimin wasn't letting you off easy tonight, and with a delighted grunt he removed his hands from your hips to grope your breasts, pulling you back up on all fours to whisper inside your ear.
“Ride this cock like you mean it, and I’ll consider it.” You nearly came from just that, the intensity of his voice making you throw your head back as he took his time pulling out of you to mouth at the start of your shoulder blades, licking a trail down the middle of your back. Jimin had to pull out of you, the sounds you made, the way your ass bounced with every stroke, your pussy tightening with every second Jimin would have blown his fucking load right there. You felt empty in every sense as he slipped his dick free, watching with hooded eyes as he moved to the front of the bed to rest against the headboard. This was the epitome of every fantasy, Jimin with his cock in his hand looking like he'd devour you whole with his eyes alone, hair still damp with bathwater separating into thick wet strands on his forehead making it all the more visible. His lips were scrumptiously swollen from how hard he'd been biting them like he was now, drinking in your naked frame slowly stroking his cock with a few twists of his fist.
“Shit, Jimin.” You moaned out the words taking your time to consume every inch of his body glowing, and you wondered how you could have been this lucky. He didn't seem to mind you watching him, if anything he tugged on his cock harder and faster, little breaths of pleasure humming erotic in his throat. He didn't have to say another word for you to straddle his lap, taking his dick into your hand and alining him with your entrance, Jimin letting his head fall back into the wood with a thump, hissing through gritted teeth as you toyed with the head collecting the slick. He was writhing underneath you, rolling his hips to try and capture yours, silently begging you to sink down onto him to feel the intoxicating heat enrapturing him like a blanket of euphoria.
“You’re so beautiful.” Jimin took a hand to caress your cheek, the other palming the soft flesh of your right breast, fondly plucking the nipple with his fingertips. “Fuck.”
Jimin couldn't help watching you dip the tip of his head inside of you just to slip it back out, and fuck you loved seeing him frustrated. Each time you tormented him just giving his cock a taste, his grip tightened and you were increasingly thrilled at his building tension.
“I love how you think you’re in control tonight.” Taking your ass into both his palms hard enough to have you seize with a painful gasp, Jimin’s once fucked out expression looked less than pleased in just a mere flick of a switch, his eyebrow challengingly quirked at your teasing. “Ride this cock until I tell you to stop, I wont ask you again.”
Fuck, he didn't have to for you to finally dive your hips, penetrating you enough to bottom out and shit if you didn't fucking soak the mattress at the sound that came out of his mouth like he hadn't fucked you for months. His grip remained on your ass sorely, now beginning to move as you slid up and down on his dick, the sloppy noises of his cock plunging in and out of you making him delirious. Once you adjusted, you rode him like a fucking porn-star, angling your hips perfectly and bouncing that ass on his cock Jimin so desperately wanted to film and save for a private collection.
One particular dip of your hips had both of you fumbling a stuttered moan as you worked Jimin’s cock into finding your spot hidden deep inside. You ground into the feeling desperate to trap it by grinding his dick deeper because it was right there making your eyes roll backwards into your head. Jimin couldn't close his eyes, not when you made those faces, tracing your polished fingernails over the slants of his v lines and he shuddered with a strangled grunt at your pussy clenching. You knew you wouldn't be allowed to cum, and the threatening glare in Jimin’s eyes proved it as you began to lose yourself, slowing the pounds of your hips or else you were sure you'd be a shaking oversensitive mess.
“I don't think I told you you could slow down.”
You whined in response and wrong answer because the slap he gave your ass had you almost jump off his lap, crying out. Fuck did you love it and knew it too, giving the other cheek the same attention, the skin reddening in the shape of his hands.
“Jimin please, im so close I can’t-las“
“Yes you can, I don't think you have much of a choice sweetheart.” His grin was sinister, unfair, as he pushed himself to the hilt from below using your mounds of flesh for support. The fire inside your belly smoldered again, tingling its way throughout all your limbs and nearly numbing them. “If you cum y/n, you wont cum for a month.”
This wasn’t fair in any sense of the word, especially when he moved his pelvis like that, persistent to tease your orgasm, knowing just what to do to have you begging.
“N-nuh-no! God please Jimin!” You hoped he would pity your pleas, Jimin himself having to stifle his growing need to cum burying his cock as far as it would go making you see stars.
“Who makes you feel this way huh? All desperate and fucked out, look at you.” Jimin could save this image for his whole life, right now, sweat coating your skin making you practically golden and glowing, hair damply matted and tussled from you pulling on it in a crazed depravation. Tits perfectly shaped bouncing beautifully with each jar of your body splayed out just for him. You must have looked a mess, when he wasn't thrusting upwards, you were pitifully trembling downwards to sink his dick into your depths over and over again. You weren't sure just how much more you could take of this.
“You do Jimin-! I’m such a slut for your-aH-cock!” Jimin hummed pleasingly at that, suddenly taking a hand to wrap it around your throat for leverage to boost you backwards and upright, Jimin meeting you in a sort of kneeled position, never leaving from inside of you. One hand couldn't get enough of your ass, kneading the pliant soft flesh while the other remained deliciously firm on your neck pressing in just the right places, stimulating just the right nerves to have you confidently sailing in utopia. Another jarring pump from this position and he was mouthing hotly at your upper neck, panting. Each one of your moans was like heavens gates to his ears, countless angels trumpeting for him to just cross the line, but he couldn't finish, not without you.
He removed the hand from your throat to cage his arm around your back pressing you further into him so that you were completely flush against him, so incredibly intimate that you could feel every pulse of his heartbeat, every twitch of spent muscle, every breathless groan and filthy promises against the shell of your earlobe.
“I love you, so much.” Jimin couldn't stop the words from escaping into your hair as he pushed you down the rest of the way, your back colliding with the lower half of the bed careful not to hinder you with his weight, rolling into you like a symphony. Your heart struggled to keep up with his confession, but that could wait, right now you were spiraling into a state of no return as Jimin pressed his hips into your core. He wasn't just fucking you, he was brutally packing you, despite his softer choice of words.
“Cum.” Jimin gritted from above you moving so that he could look at you in the eye, noses brushing against each other. Your eyes squeezed shut, the fizzing heat familiarly licking at your hips fit to burst making your legs vibrate. “Look at me.”
He requested with a hooded gaze, never stopping his merciless pounding. Jimin loved to watch you cum at his disposal and wether or not you truly deserved to he didn't care when you felt this tight, this ready to release.
Finally.
The pleasure exploded in glorious sparks making your legs wrench tighter around his sides, moan after moan tearing from your throat. Jimin matched your keening weeps, graveled sighs of approval as you pulsed around him. You kept your eyes on him as best as you could and Jimin hadn't looked more pleased the entire night, something igniting behind his gaze.
“What a good girl, fuck babe.” His speech was broken around the edges and you knew he was close but Jimin wasn't finished with you yet, only to pull his cock out flipping you clean around like you were a rag doll, stomach slamming into the bed with your ass lifted in the air just how he liked. Jimin was sure he was going to fucking bust and honestly he was proud of himself for holding back for this long despite his simmering anger, you were always his first priority, his princess.
You were still drenched, pussy dripping with the remnants of your release and Jimin was drooling at the sight presented so perfectly for him that he couldn't help his head as he dipped to taste, spreading your asscheeks with his hands so he could feast.
“Jim-iN!” You cooed into the sheets, turning your head the best you could to try and look back at him. You were still far too sensitive for this, hips automatically running from the warmth of his breath, his dangerous tongue delving for more than just a taste. Jimin wasn't having it, snagging your trembling lower half like a man deprived to yank you back onto his mouth, continuing the soothing massaging of your ass.
Jimin had always been an ass man and god damn he loved nothing more than this, molding his fingers into the giving skin all while he licked at your core sweet as ever, your hypersensitive moans nearly as delicious. He could feel his cock leak, pre cum beading translucent pearls and he took one hand to squeeze his dick making him groan into your core, your hips jumping at the vibrations. He really needed to film this. He could only imagine what a slut you’d be for the lens, shoving his fingers, or his cock in your wet mouth, lashes peering into the camera above or below him. Next time he thought, now he needed to cum and damn it if he wasn't greedy to feel you cum again and Jimin knew you would if he could last just a little longer.
He also knew this was one of your favorite positions, stomach flat on the bed, ass lifted in an obscene arch for him. Close contact fucking, and Jimin felt like an animal as he guided his cock to your entrance, his body floating over yours as his strong arms landed on either side of your shoulders. “Please, god, please-“ You were raving at his dick prodding at your lips, arching your back as far as your spine would allow pushing your ass back to try and slip him inside of you.
Jimin kept reminding you he was in control and fuck you wanted to keep being a brat if it elicited these reactions.
“What a fucking whore,” A sharp spank to your ass, then a fistful of your hair hitching your head backwards making you hiss between teeth, his cock still hovering and not being consumed by your pussy now throbbing for him again.
Then, a slam of his hips, his ass clenching at the force of the push, dick buried to the hilt and fuck he wasn't going to last long, not now. “How is this slutty pussy still so tight?” Jimin ground his cock harder, deeper, stuffing you from behind not even giving time to pull out only cramming further ruthlessly. You had never felt this before, pleasure ripping through you and cresting like a tidalwave rapidly crashing to the shore.
“Fuck! Fuc-k! Don’t stop oh my go-!” Jimin couldn't stop if he tried, the tops of your ass smacking his stomach with wet slaps, your pussy thrumming repeatedly driving him wild.
“Cum for me y/n, dont hold back.” With Jimin’s growled command inside your ear, mouth laving hungrily at your shoulder, you broke into a shuddering sobbing mess, pussy expelling liquid cum all over his balls, sheets and cock and jimin had never seen nor felt something so incredible. He couldn't believe his eyes, looking at the mess you made of his bed and both your skin alike with a disbelieving chuckle. “Shit y/n, did you just fucking squirt?”
Jimin cussed into your skin trying his best to look at himself plunging his cock continuing to fuck you into the aftershocks. You had never came like that and you would have been embarrassed if it weren't for how fucking good it felt, or how pleased he sounded above you groaning out countless explicative praises, chasing his own high and god you wanted him to cum inside you.
“Such a good girl squirting for me huh? Fuck i’m gonna cum.” Your vision was fuzzy, voice spent.
“Please cum inside of me, I want to feel you leak out of m-oh-yes!” The most ecstasy inducing moan from him yet, thrusts so uncoordinated and hard it hurt, but it was all worth it feeling him empty himself inside you, cum shooting out to paint your walls. You felt so full, Jimin collapsing on his elbows and forearms breathing labored and winded. One final dig of his cock had you squeaking with a squirm before he pulled out of you, rushing to watch as you prepared to push his cum out of you shuffling your knees underneath yourself so he could get a better view.
“I swear y/n,” Jimin grunted, admiring the mix of both of your fluids trickling out of you even going as far as spreading your lips to further inspect. You yelped in surprise and maybe a bit of humiliation as he dipped his tongue into your pussy covered in his own seed.
“Jimin!” You giggled into the silk wanting to pull away from his shameless licks. Only this time he let you, listening as he moved to corral you pulling your body to lay next to his, pillows kicked off onto the floor at some point. You didn't know just how long you both laid there, breathing slowly returning to normal, not being able to help looking over at Jimin blissed out as his lashes fluttered over his cheeks.
“Keep on staring, makes me feel handsome.” You blushed as he opened his eyes looking at the ceiling first before flopping his head over to you, raking a hand through the sweat coated bangs from sticking to his forehead. He looked utterly beautiful and you nearly held your breath. You took a hand to trace his jawline to which he leaned into your palm, humming peacefully. He took your hand to pepper your fingers and knuckles with the sweetest of kisses and your heart soared the skies.
“I'm sorry about your sheets, I've never, done that before.”
Jimin chuckled warmly into your hand giving the skin a gentle nip, eyes flickering to you again. “Babe, that was the hottest thing Iv’e ever fucking felt, please,” He catered to your worries and took his free hand to snag your lower back making you laugh scooting you close enough to tickle your ribs. You wiggled in his grasp making him giggle along with you, finally retreating his fingers in defense when you went to jab for his tickle spots.
This was so foreign, cooped up next to him for this long when usually he would be up and searching for his boxers, coldly leaving you to wallow in your thoughts. Sure you had spent the night before, but he would always coil up on the far side of the bed, almost afraid to touch you. You would either wake up before him, leaving without a word or he would you, waking up to an empty bed only to see him again when he needed his fix.
It was different this time, not only the moment, but you could see it in his eyes and for the first time you had hope, hope for the both of you.
“I’m getting in the shower, or maybe the tub. I was quite jealous of you and those jets.” You gave him a coy grin, rising up to sit and fold your legs to get off the bed. He reached for you only to fail, flopping over amusingly with a playful whine. “Care to join?”
Jimin watched as you scaled the floor, dragging your feet tauntingly looking back at him from the doorway. He was going to make you his, and never let you go.