Heartbeat || •PJM• ✔️

Desire

"Wow."

You blink, "what?" "No nothing you just... you look beautiful." Alright the butterflies you're getting are honestly unhealthy. You got changed in the locker room, but you're not wearing anything fancy. Just casual clothes. Jeans and a hoodie with white sneakers; it's nothing special.

Regardless, his hand goes for yours, and you allow it. Tae agreed to your little plan to cook whatever you can find for Jimin. He left with Chaeyoung not too long ago, right after cross country. Good, now you and Jimin can hang out without Tae awkwardly standing there. You and Jimin aren't together and won't be, but Tae still would have been third wheeling hardcore.

After a few minutes of a silent walk, you reach his apartment, him opening it and allowing you in. As soon as you step inside, he enters and closes the door behind you. "So what did you want to-" He grabs your shoulders and pins you against the door, making you yelp and tremble. "J-Jimin, what are you doing?" "Do you like Jungkook?" he asks, glaring right at you. "Let me go," you whisper. Despite how angry he looks, he does. "Do. You. Like. Jung. Kook?"

You blink, "uh like as more than a friend?" He nods. "No. He's my friend and that's all." You take a moment, then look at him funny. "Wait why-" He closes the distance, grabbing your shoulders again. Before you even know what's happening, he's kissing you.

He's motherfucking kissing you

Your eyes widen as he moves his lips, trying to get you to respond. When you don't, he growls and pulls back. "I see your thighs squeezed together," he murmurs. Shit... he's onto you. "I see the way you look at me, I see the way you want me to touch you..." He comes closer, giving your upper thigh a massage. "Do you ever think about me?" he whispers before kissing your jawline.

"Think about you?" you ask, confused. He hums, though it comes out as more of a moan. "Do you ever think about how hard I'd fuck you?" Your thighs press together even harder as you bite your lower lip. He chuckles, "I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you? You'd love to beg for me to fill you up, to stretch you out... hm?" He nibbles on your earlobe as you try not to faint from how hot it's getting in the apartment.

1) Do not fall for Park Jimin. "Have you ever thought of that?" he whisper-asks, his hand trying to go in between your thighs. "Yes," you whisper back. 1) Do not fall for Park Jimin. "Have you ever thought of me making you cum with my fingers then licking you clean?" You gulp, "y-yes." 1) Do not fall for Park Jimin. He pulls back, his eyes meeting yours. For a split second, he looks at your lips, but it quickly passes by and his brown eyes pierce right through you. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispers, his voice low and raspy.

1) Let Park Jimin fuck you

"Please, please fuck me."

Within an instant you're being picked up by the thighs, his lips hitting yours again. You moan into the kiss as he stumbles back, blindly navigating through his apartment. God damn his lips taste so fucking good. They're exactly how you imagined them. His sweet vanilla taste, the way his plump lips attack yours, his tongue shooting out and trying to gain entrance.

When you finally allow it, he hungrily swirls his tongue across yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he's been dying to do this for years. Before you can even process what's happening, you're being thrown on his bed. He kicks the door shut, practically ripping off his shirt.

His motherfucking abs what the fuck?!

He smirks at your reaction, hopping onto the bed and hovering over you. "I bet you've been thinking of this since you first saw me, hm?" He trails one finger up your thigh. "Care to show me how wet you are princess?" "I'd fucking love to." You fumble with your jeans, quickly taking them off as he chuckles. "Such a good girl..." he murmurs, his fingers going right for your panties.