(Thought I was dead? Ha.. sorry to disappoint.)
You sigh, the car radio playing just low enough for the silence to still be awkward between the two of you. “Are we almost there?” You mutter, turning away from the window to look up at him impatiently. Wherever he was taking you must have been far.
Your brows furrow at his careless answer. What was that supposed to mean? “Jimin, where are we going?”
You scoff, turning away from him to look out the window. He woke you up for this? He’d been driving around for almost an hour now without even an actual destination, for this? Was this some sort of joke? “Take me home.”
He groans, biting down on his lower lip and pulling the car over right there before even getting off the highway. Was he serious?
“What are you doing?” You mutter when he parks, glancing over only to avert your eyes again. He was clearly frustrated, making it even harder to be angry at him.. “Jimin-”
His gaze was too heated, making your cheeks flush with just that one look. “I want to strip you of that dress.” He confesses, dropping back into the driver’s seat like it was no big deal.
Your heart begins to race suddenly, the anger you felt simmering into a hot need that you really didn’t want to be feeling right now. One that you couldn’t push away either.
Even without having to look, you knew his eyes were on you.
“You know how hard it is to stay away from you?” He scoffs, but you found that hard to believe. It’s not like you two hooked up often anyway. “You know how hard it is to find someone like you, baby? So willing to let me fuck you however and whenever I want..” He rolls his head back and drops a hand over himself to grind at himself through the coarse material of his blue jeans with a moan.
You wanted to leave.. You promised you’d stay away from him..
He moans suddenly, low and deep in his throat like an invitation. “Fuck.. I want you.” He groans, making the blush on your cheeks darken and leaving you almost breathless. You close your eyes, needy to the brink of panting and biting down on your lower lip to keep from giving into what he was suggesting before things went any further.
“I know you want it too, baby, by the way you keep rubbing your thighs together.”
You stop, not even realizing you’d been doing it until it was too late. He was unbelievable, turning you on with only his voice and reading you like he read every other fucking girl he slept with. It made you mad, but even that didn't stop you.
“If you really didn’t want to do this, you wouldn’t have come.” He huffs, and maybe he was right. But who wouldn’t want this? He reaches over, takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces you right in his direction, barely brushing his lips against yours. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop..”
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