Jimin's Whore • PJM

Eleven ♡

The rest of the evening went better than you could have expected, you managed to finally keep your hands off each other and connect. Jimin asked you so many things about yourself you wouldn't have thought to tell him. He was interested in everything you said.

Before you'd known it three hours had passed. You'd stopped the food long ago, switched to water instead of the strong butterfly concoctions. You'd enjoyed watching him eat and talk to you like a normal guy.

You loved the way he laughed eyes disappearing, the way he leaned his head on his hand with his elbow propped on the table. The way he asked you follow up questions or nodded to let you know he was paying attention, made you feel heard.

His guard was down, the mysterious sexual aura tempered so that you could see the rest of his personality shining through. He'd told you about his parents restaurant in Busan and how his mother had taught him to cook. You told him about your fear of not making your uncle proud of you and how you wanted to have your own consulting company someday.

Finally he'd taken you home, walked you all the way to your door. It wasn't until that moment that you'd once again thought about him in a sexual way. You wanted to drag him into your apartment, sneak down the hall to your bedroom and return all the orgasms he'd given you. Unfortunately that was never going to happen.

When he leaned forward to kiss you goodnight you'd stopped him motioning slightly toward the security camera. He frowned at you for moment then stepped back.

"You should have told me." The teasing seduction returned to Jimin's voice, then he looped his fingers around your wrist and walked you back to the elevator.

"Where are we going?" You questioned as he hit the down button, the ding of the elevator as it opened its door, still waiting from your arrival moment's earlier.

"Back to my car, I'm not leaving without a kiss." When the elevator opened he pulled you inside with a laugh, your own bubbled out and he wrapped his fingers into yours. You stood side by side, patiently avoiding inappropriate contact under the watchful eye of another camera.

In the garage you both ran toward his car hand in hand, caught up in the moment. The chime of his key fob unlocked the doors, and then you were back in the passenger seat of his Porsche, Jimin sliding into the driver's.

"Jimin, I had a good time tonight." You said, a little breathless and you meant it, reaching out to brush your fingers against his cheek. He nodded and leaned over the center console.

"Y/N, when can I see you again?" He licked his bottom lip, waiting for your response.

"Soon?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"And the night after?"

"Yes." You wanted to get through the four dates as quickly as possible, you weren't sure you could keep from begging him to fuck you for much longer.

Jimin kissed you, his lips delicate against yours, then more urgent, his tongue teasing along your lip. The needy feeling returned to your stomach and you leaned over into his space. His hands dragged through your hair and turned your head, the kiss becoming hotter, deeper. He sucked against your bottom lip, fingers gliding down your neck, you were dizzy with his taste and scent.

"Change your mind," you pulled back from his kiss, the whine in your voice evident, "let's go back to your place."

"Angel," his tone was warning, but he kissed you again, the heat melting into your stomach, his hands pulling you even closer.

"Please?"

"What if I relieve your frustration a bit?" Jimin kissed his way down your neck, teeth digging into the skin, you shivered at his touch. His fingers were pulling your dress up your thighs, caressing inward against the soft skin.