Heartbeat || •PJM• ✔️

Trust

~Two Days Later || 8:00 a.m.~

Alright... let's see her reaction...

"Lisa and I are going out to the diner tonight, but I'll still walk you home," Jimin says, humming to himself as she nods. "Okay babe, have fun." He stops what he was doing, turning away from the stove to look at her. She's rifling through his fridge, probably looking for strawberries as always.

"I might stay over her place after," he slowly says. "Okay, text me when you're there so I know you're safe. And of course our daily goodnight texts." He blinks, amazed. She notices his silence and closes the fridge, looking at him. "What?" she asks, raising a brow.

"You don't care?" "No?" she questions, even more confused. "Huh. I was joking, I'm not going out with Lisa. I wanted to see your reaction." She chuckles, "Min, it's been four months now, I trust you. If you have girl friends go for it, lord knows I have enough guy friends you trust me with. It'd be hypocritical of me to throw a fit when you go out with yours."

He stares in awe for a moment, then, he comes over and kisses her. Her back hits the fridge as she kisses back, him grabbing her thigh harshly and picking it up. Jimin's quick to suck on her lips, his tongue shooting out to beg for entrance. She grants it right away, him taking his time to tease her, slowing their pace down to instead feel every centimeter of her mouth.

His tongue gingerly rolls around the inside of her mouth, his lips sucking on hers. The sound of their kiss fills the room as she groans at the intensity. It's getting hot in here that's for sure. Jimin's eyes are squeezed shut so he can focus on the way his mouth attacks hers. He's so needy and desperate for her that sometimes it scares him. She's just... everything.

She pulls back, about to switch sides when he places a hand on her chest to stop her. "Thank you," he whispers, making her laugh. "You're thanking me for trusting you? Four months into our relationship? I figured that was basic human decency." He smiles, "it's rare to have a lover so understanding and trusting." She shrugs, "we hit different." "No... I hit different," he corrects.

"Really?" "Really," he teases, booping his nose off of hers. "You know... I'm almost fully healed..." "And?" "And I mentally told myself a few weeks ago that I owe you a railing when I'm good to go." As soon as the words leave his mouth, she dips under him and walks away. He furrows his brows in confusion, then, he follows.

Jimin walks into his bedroom in time to see her stripping. "Finally, I've been wearing this stupid thing everyday hoping you would say that," she grumbles, taking off her shirt then her sweatpants. His jaw drops, taking in the sight of the black and red lingerie. It highlights her curves perfectly. Jimin's drooling. Code red, he's drooling.

"Well? Are you gonna rail me are do I have to ride you for the millionth time?" she asks with a huff. Almost instantly she's being thrown on the bed, him sloppily making out with her while struggling to remove his clothes. She somehow manages to remove his clothes better than he can despite them making out. How is she so talented? He doesn't get it.

He pulls back and fully takes off his shirt, quickly pulling down his pants and boxers with it. "God I want to fuck you all day," he mutters, preparing to kiss her again. "Then do it," she replies, her confident attitude turning him on even more. He sucks on her lips, rubbing his fingers over her weakly covered core.

At his actions she moans against his mouth, the sound hitting his plump lips. It's safe to say he's turned on. He can't wait any longer, he needs to fuck her now. Jimin backs away, staring at the lingerie with desire. "Hm... what to do first..." he whispers, leaning forward and kissing her chin. He peppers her face with kisses before working his way down. He starts at her neck, then kisses her chest, her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Soon enough he's sitting in between her legs, the girl whimpering as he trails his fingers over the lingerie.