Jimin's Whore • PJM

Seventeen ♡

You yanked your wrists apart, the paper tearing easily and turned to look at Jimin. You didn't know whether to be angry or beg him to continue. You felt frozen between emotions.

"Games over Angel, you can't end it after the fact." Jimin was sliding his belt back through the loops and smiling flirtatiously at you.

"I don't want it to be over." You pouted sitting back on the bed and then yelped the pain from his belt more intense now that there was no pleasure to soften it.

Jimin shook his head securing his buckle and then walked to the bed. He scooped you over his lap and rubbed your sore ass gently.

"I didn't want you to ignore me all morning about something I can't control. If you're feeling some type of way about what we did, you need to tell me. I'm not going to read your mind and I'm not going to run to your house every time you throw a tantrum Y/N." His thumbs circled across your ass and you wanted to wiggle against his lap. Something told you that you'd better not chance it, his tone was serious.

"If I promise to never do that again can we keep going? How can you even stop so easily? Don't you want me?" You turned over in his lap sitting up now, the soreness mostly gone.

"Years of practice in controlling my urges. Of course, I want to fuck you through the bed right now, but I won't." Jimin dragged your hand against the front of his pants he was still rock hard and straining against the material.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Hurt? No. Any guy that pulled that card on you to get you to have sex was a fucking jerk." Jimin brushed your cheek with his lips, you turned your head meeting them.

He let you kiss him for a moment before leaning you back onto the bed, pinning your body beneath his own. Jimin took your lips hungrily, sweeping his tongue against yours until you tangled your fingers into his hair. His hardness pressed between your thighs and you couldn't understand how he didn't just take what he wanted. You were willing and wet for him every single moment it seemed.

Jimin's mouth moved from yours down your jawline to your neck, across your collarbone. Teeth and tongue driving you wild as he moved his hips just a minuscule amount making you gasp. He continued downward until he could take your nipple into his mouth not caring it was still covered by your bra.

You knew he was teasing you, you knew he was going to stop but when he did you still whimpered your complaint. That drew a chuckle from his lips as he sat up and stood.

"Steak or sushi?"

"What?" Your brain hadn't kicked into gear yet.

"For our date tonight?"

"Sushi."

"I'll be back at six to pick you up." You glanced at the clock over your doorway, only 1pm.

"Angel, wear a skirt."

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Your parents arrived home early, barely thirty minutes after Jimin left. Your mother breezed into your room, already telling you about something your grandmother had said, of course no knock or warning first. You turned bright red realizing that if he'd kept going and you'd had sex she might have found that door locked. Thankfully you'd put your clothes back on the moment he'd gone.

"Eomma, I think I really want my own place."

"What?" You'd interrupted her mid sentence and she stared at you confusion on her face. "You're right, it's probably time, I'll call our realtor tomorrow." With a smile she'd breezed right back out the door.

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"Why do you agree now?"

"Can you imagine the jealousy when my friends hear you're engaged to Park Jimin? How can that happen if you're sneaking around your parents house?" She laughed and you sat stunned hearing the sharp clicks of her heels as she wandered back down the hallway. You didn't bother correcting her, if she stopped guilt tripping you for leaving you'd let her believe whatever she wanted.