Indomitus ;
Pairing/Characters: Park Jimin x Character/Reader
Chapter Count: Oneshot
Words Count: 6.2k
Genre/TW: gang, romance, mature, mentions of guns, smut, mature (explicit 18+)
Status: Completed
Description:
You're almost certain that death has come knocking at your door when a beautiful looking but dishevelled man broke into your apartment, holding you hostage. Until you realized he's wounded from gunshot, triggering your conscience as a doctor. And everything dirty, fantasy, your darkest desire spirals from there.
You take a deep breath as soon as you’re out on the streets, the cold air hitting your face making you shiver and relieved both at the same time. It’s past midnight and the streets are empty. You quickly head towards your car and waste no time driving off from the parkway of the hospital.
You’re on duty at the hospital tonight and the last two nights as well and there’s nothing more that you want than to soak yourself in a hot bath. It doesn’t take long to arrive at your apartment. You don’t live far away from the hospital, to be convenient for on call duty. You could basically walk to the hospital but sometimes your shifts end late night and you don’t think it’s safe enough to walk alone for two blocks in the dead of the night so the car it is.
You shrug off your shoulders, winding it back and forth several times to relax your tense muscles as you make your way to your apartment.
You had just closed the door behind you, walked several steps inside when you notice something feels off. As if there’s another presence in your apartment.
You opt not to switch on the lights. The moonlight shifting through your window, which you now notice is ajar, although very slightly, illuminates your living room. But it’s enough evidence to warn you because you never really open the window unless during leisure time but that’s on weekends.
You move forward slowly and place your handbag and car keys on the table before walking towards the window. Silently, you closed the window and you have to fight a shudder from the breezing wind.
As if on cue, a strong hand clasp your mouth and all senses in you become alerted at once. You would fight, if you don’t feel the muzzle of a gun against the side of your head. You could barely make out the person’s face through the window, only his silhouette can be seen. You gasp out loud, when you realize your attacker is a male.
“Be quiet or I’ll shoot.” He says, voice close to your ear.
You nod as your body trembles. You doubt anyone would hear if you scream and be quick enough to save you before he cocks his gun. You doubt he wants to harm you anyway because he would’ve done that as soon as you step into the apartment.
“I- I don’t have money, if that’s what you’re asking for-” you say as soon as he releases his hand from your mouth, your body still trembling as he still holds his gun to your head.
He lets out a sound like a scoff but doesn’t answer. After a moment, he says, “You’re a doctor aren’t you?”
You nod slowly.
“I need your help.” He says, and this time you finally hear the slight huff between his breath, like he’s having trouble breathing.
Help? What kind of help could he possibly need from you? You brave yourself to slowly turn around, definitely not prepared for the sight in front of you.
The silver beam of moonlight through the window only serves as a dimming light. But even in the bleary, the slight features and outline of his face is enough to tell you that the man is beautiful. The slight glint on his forehead is what gives his situation away. He had beads of sweat on his forehead and when you look down, that’s when you finally took notice of the dark wet patch on his shirt, right above his abdomen. His free hand clutching the wound tightly, but the blood still gushed between his fingers and quickly soaked the crumpled cloth underneath his fingers.
“Oh my god- oh my- you’re hurt!” You gasp in panic, and his safety is all you could think of now. Your hands quickly reach forward to apply pressure above his hand, perhaps a little too sudden, making him hiss.
“Careful.” He says through gritted teeth.
You mutter a sorry and looks up into his eye, asking for permission. Swallowing hard, he then lifts his shirt and your eyes widen the moment you see his wound.
“Is that- is that a bullet wound?” your voice thick, “Where’d you get a bullet wound?” as panic starts to register in your voice. You’ve never seen a bullet wound except in videos back when you’re still studying, but never one in your country, or in Seoul.
“Can you help me stitch it?” He asks, and even in the dim light you know he’s going paler. He’s losing too much blood.
You look up, hands no longer touching him. “Who are you?”
He regards you intently before answering. “You don’t want to know. Now answer me instead of asking questions. Can you help me?”
You bite your lips. “I- I don’t have the equipments. I’m just a general doctor, not a surgeon- you have to go to the hospital.”
“I don’t have the fucking time!” He grits out and then- out of nowhere- he shoves some medical equipments towards you.
“Where’d you get this?” You look at him in disbelief. “Clinic? There’s a clinic few blocks- oh my god- did you break into the clinic?!”
“Can you do it?” He asks again, voice getting weaker.
Oh God, he’ll die if you don’t do it.
Your brain is in an entire war for what seems like eternity, the guy who’s face is getting paler by the second, slumps himself on the single chair, you’d probably scold for staining it on normal days. But this is not ‘normal days’.
“Wait here.” You finally say. You walk away to get some hot water to do some mediocre sterilization process, forcing your brain to work on muscle memory as you waddle through the pitch darkness.
When you return to him, he had his eyes shut. “I need to switch on the light.”
He purses his lips. “Just this one.” He says, pointing to the standing lamp beside the chair.
You want to argue because you need more light but decide against it so you move towards the window to shut the curtain, leaving your whole apartment completely dark.
It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and making your way back towards the guy before you tripped over some furniture leg and would’ve fall flat on the floor if not for the cold hands gripping your arms strongly, catching you. And that’s when the light beside him flickers on.
He’s sitting on the chair but you almost catch your breath when you glance up. He’s pulled away all of his shirt, so he’s naked from the waist up top, save for his wound area being applied pressure upon using his shirt.
He’s not just beautiful, you think. He’s gorgeous and ethereal. Probably the most wonderful existence you’ve ever seen. His skin is fair, his face too pretty to be true, his features both sharp and delicate, and when you look further down.. you gulp as his beautiful muscles come into view. His pecs and abs toned to perfection.
And yet, it’s his heavy and intense stare at you that snaps you out of trance. You clear your throat and he slowly takes his hands off his wound. With the cloth you brought, you begin cleaning him off completely and it takes three sets of cloth before the wound can be seen.
You fetch your phone to switch on the light to see if the bullet’s still in there.
“Is the bullet still in there?” You ask for confirmation.
He shakes his head. “No, I already pull it out.”
You would ask how but not now, you think. You try to clean the wound area as clean as you could before you finally begin to suture his wound.
And all the time you do it, you could feel his intense stare so you work hard to keep your focus before you combust into flames.
“W-who are you?” You ask after gathering much courage.
“I told you you don’t want to know.” He says, voice still weak but you notice how low and raspy it is.
You wet your lips, wondering what to ask next. A question that would not cause him to pull the trigger.
“How did you know I’m a doctor?” You purposely makes your tone lighter. His lips quirk up a little. “Or that I live here on this floor in this unit?”
He’s silent for a moment before he answers you. “I watched you for two days.”
Your jaw drops, eyes looking at him incredulously and he has the audacity to look slightly embarassed as he adjusts his position. “So you.. y-you stalked me?”
“Just needed to make sure you live alone.”
“And how would you know that I’d help you?” Perhaps it is out of habit, but you prefer to make your patients talk when you’re treating them, so that they forget the pain and at the same time gain their trust.
“Because I’ll kill you if you don’t?” He tilts his head slightly, like he’s stating the most obvious reason.
You swallow. You’re done stitching him up. But for a strange reason you’re intrigued by this man and don’t want him to leave at once.
It’s weird because you know he’s dangerous.
And remember what they say.. curiosity always killed the cat.
Swallowing, you stutter, “I’m- I’m done.”
He looks down and studies his stitched abdomen. His body is glistening while his hair slightly wet from his sweat. It’s unfair how a dangerous guy like him can look so beautiful.
“You did a pretty good job.” He stands and takes a step towards you. His height towering above you now that he’s standing straight. He’s a good head taller than you, you think.
You gulp thickly when he continues to step closer, heart hammering against your ribs. His head dips down a little, lips almost brushing your temple. “Thank you.” He murmurs and a shiver runs down your spine. His hands reach up and your heart almost burst in anticipation but all he did is run his delicate fingers down a strand of your hair softly.
Then he turns around.
“Wait what’s your name?” You ask. He stops in his track but doesn’t fully turns his body to face you, only his face looking down to his right.
“You don’t want to know.” For the hundrendth time.
“Wait-” you call again before he could reach the door. “I- I’ll give you a new shirt.” You say quickly and heads towards your bedroom. Hunting for a hoodie in a split second, you almost half run to the living room only to find him already gone.
When you wake the next morning, you sit on your bed for a good minute, wondering whether last night was real or if it’s just a dream. It doesn’t seem real at all. You could scarcely sleep last night.
Thinking you would be late if you procrastinate any longer, you get up and get ready for work.
It’s just a dream, you tell yourself.
But when you pass by the clinic a block away from your apartment, there’s a police car outside and somehow your guts tell you it wasn’t a dream.
Your heartbeat quickens and you find yourself flooring the pedal, arriving at the hospital with erratic breathing.
Who is he?
What is he?
How did he find you?
Why you?
And those questions keep floating in your mind over and over again. You had trouble focusing, you keep zoning out, even the regular coffee from the vending machine can’t pull yourself together.
“Are you okay?”
You look up from the canned coffee on your hand. It’s Han, your colleague.
“You’ve been staring at your coffee for the past 10
minutes now.”
You blink at him several moments. Huh? “What?”
He laughs. Then he holds your shoulders at arms length. “Oh God, you really look like a zombie now.”
“I know I look horrible. I was on call for three days straight.”
“No wonder.” He looks at his watch. “Well, why don’t you go for lunch? It’s almost 12 anyway. I’ll cover for you.”
“You will? Thanks Han. You’re really a life savior.”
“I know. I’m awesome like that.” He left you with a wink.
You’re just on your way to your desk when Nin, your junior and her friend rush out the door but stops as soon as they see you.
“Omg sunbae! Congratulations!” Nin says.
You give them a puzzled stare. You’re really not in the mood to entertain any joke right now.
“Ey~ you’re trying to keep your dating life a secret right? It’s okay. We’ll hold it till we die.” And with that, they set off while giggling, leaving you puzzled as ever.
But as soon as you push the door and heads to your table, you understand why.
On your table, there’s a huge bouquet of flowers.
You stand frozen, unable to process anything too fast.
And then step by step you walk towards it.
Nothing. No card, no nothing.
But somehow your instinct tells you the only person in your mind that could send the flowers to you.
Him.
It’s been two weeks since you received the flowers. Two weeks since you last saw him.
And you haven’t been yourself that it’s getting more and more ridiculous as it goes by.
You take hospital supplies just in case you need to treat someone at home. You constantly watch over your shoulder and even got a habit of sitting in the deli across your apartment just to get a glimpse of him.
But he just won’t be out in the daylight.
You sigh as you stand near the traffic light, waiting to cross the road. Perhaps that was really the first and the last time you’d see him.
When you reach home that night, you shower quickly and heads to bed earlier than usual.
It’s midnight, you think, but couldn’t be sure of the time, when you wake suddenly feeling alarmed. But you can’t see nothing in the pitch black darkness so you turn to switch on the bedside lamp.
And you couldn’t be ready with what comes into your view. It’s him, sitting on the edge of your bed. But it’s an automated reaction, even though you’ve been waiting to see him again, a scream makes it way through your lung. And within a millisecond, his hand clasps your mouth, his body above yours, trapping you effectively.
You stop screaming immediately, but his hand is still above yours and for a moment, the both of you only stares at each other, some inexplicable tension turning your heartbeat erratic.
He drops his hand once he’s seen you calmed down. And then you finally took notice of blood, contrasting against his white shirt. You sit up almost immediately, hand reaching for his stomach so sudden that he hisses.
“Did your wound reopen?” You ask quickly.
He nods. You then sigh as you look at him.
And in his mind, perhaps for the first time ever, someone looks genuinely concerned about him.
You lift yourself up from the bed. “Please sit. I’ll fetch the medical kit.” You rush to the kitchen where you left the kit, filled with gauzes and alcohol supply you took from the hospital. When you return, you see him leaning against the bed’s headboard, his eyes closed. The image of him sitting on your bed is making your heart beats rapidly. Swallowing, you try hard to compose yourself.
He senses your presence and his eye reopens.
“I’m assuming that I can’t switch on other lamp except for this one too.” You say as you sit yourself on the edge of your bed beside him.
“Sorry.” He mumbles.
You pause for a moment, not expecting the word out of his mouth. Inhaling deeply, you start unbuttoning his shirt from below. Is it weird that you’ve done this a thousand times during emergency but your hand is currently trembling?
“I don’t think your wound reopens seconds ago. It’s been what, two days?” You glare at him.
“Three.” He answers quietly and you shoot him a murderous look.
“You’re lucky it didn’t get infected.” You scold as you clean his wound and restitch him.
He raises an eyebrow when you start wrapping him with multiple layers of gauze. “Did you steal from the clinic too?”
The question catches you off guard but you recover quickly. “Shut up.” You say and you heard him chuckle.
And you almost fell in love.
You clear your throat as you make your finishing touch. “You need to rest. And your wound has to be clean. I need to change its dressing everyday. Or everytime you got it dirty.” You nag.
He doesn’t say anything but when you look up, you realise he’s very close. His face merely inches before you.
Now that you’re more clear headed and awake from your sleep, you realize you’re only in your night silk gown and the fact that it’s almost see-through makes it a thousand times worse.
He leans even closer.
The tension is so palpable it’s almost overwhelming.
And then his hands come up to your chin and it goes further and further down, your eyes almost fluttering close as his hand roam dangerously close to your cleavage.
For a brief moment, you swear his face inches even closer, your nose almost touching and only the sounds of your uneven breathing can be heard.
“You know I’m dangerous right?” He says suddenly.
Your eyes shoot open instantly and finds him staring straight at you.
You swallow before slowly nodding.
“So if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” And with that, he immediately gets up but then he staggers a little and you’re on your feet in a flash.
Your hand quickly catches him, but the aftermath is immediate as the man has his hand around your neck as he pushes you to the nearest well.
A reflex, you note. A mistake, you admit.
But you don’t think about it. You think about how hot his skin is and how pale he looks.
When he realises his own action, he visibly lets his grip loose. Your hand slowly comes up to touch his forehead, very, very carefully.
“You have a fever.”
He drops his hand. Staring at you for a few seconds, as if he’s having a war in his head, he finally says, “I’ll borrow your couch just for tonight.” And with that, he exits your room.
Even after an hour has passed, you’re still tossing on your bed because you can’t sleep because the guy that you’ve been waiting to see again, the guy you knew nothing about, not even his name, is outside your bedroom, sleeping in your living room.
After a mental war for 10 minutes, you decide to check up on him. Before that, you fetch an extra blanket for him.
When you see him lying on your couch, one hand across his forehead, you suddenly feel like you want to be the one who erases the cause of him frowning in his sleep. Slowly, you lay the blanket over him.
Just for a moment, you think, you will watch him sleep.
And when you couldn’t stop staring at the features on his face, his delicate eyes, his sharp nose, his beautiful lips, you realize you’re in trouble because you’ve developed a crush on him.
A man you don’t even know where he came from. But a man you know is fully dangerous and can kill you anytime.
Yet the fact that he seeks for you for aid gives you a little assurance that he trusts you. And he could’ve easily kill you while in your sleep, but he didn’t.
He doesn’t look so dangerous when he’s asleep like this.
And the fact that this could really be the last time for you to see him is making you panic. You need to remember something about him.
That’s when you notice a tattoo on his hand. It’s like two doors or something. You frown, never encountering such tattoo before. You try to ingrain it into your mind.
With a heavy heart, you drag your feet to your own bedroom, spending another hour tossing before you could finally fall asleep. When you wake the next morning, he’s already gone.
His eyes. His nose. His lips. His skin. His fingers. It flashes in your mind constantly.
He’s above you. One hand on your waist, one hand cupping your chin. His stare is piercing as he leans forward, his lips merely inches from yours when the image is suddenly pulled away and your eyes shoot open.
Your heart pounds and you struggle to calm your erratic breath. The dream felt so real and vivid.. Your fingers trace your lips. It’s almost like you could feel him kissing you.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. It’s three days straight that you’ve dreamt about him. And your heart is unsettled by how much you’re affected by him. You just couldn’t get him out of your mind, consciously or unconsciously.
And that’s how you find yourself in a club at one of the sketchiest area in the city. It’s an infamous area where lots of.. unspoken things go down. You gulp, suddenly thinking that it’s not a very good idea to come alone.
You scan around the club but there’s just nothing. No sight of him at all. Just people harmlessly dancing. Feeling frustrated, you order several shots for yourself, downing it all in one shot.
After what seems like an eternity, you head to the bathroom to pee and refresh yourself to be in a much more sober state. Then you head out the back of the club to clear your mind, taking some fresh air. The cold autumn wind breeze makes you shudder. You suddenly regret your choice of attire. Beneath the jacket on your shoulder, is a short dress that stops mid thigh and your bare legs are freezing right now.
Mindlessly, you walk around and takes unprecedented routes. As you turn one corner, you look up and realize you’ve walked into a dark alley where you can’t help noticing several prostitutes standing on street, several men doing questionable deals. You could walk away from this place, but something in your gut tells you that it can lead you straight to the mysterious guy you’ve encountered.
That’s how you find yourself walking further into the alley, stopping by several times to ask anyone if they know the person with the tattoo you saw. You’ve already drawn the rough sketch of the mysterious man ‘s tattoo at home. And you went around asking if anyone has seen it.
Suddenly, as you were passing another dark corner, you feel something hard pressed on the back of your hip. It takes a moment for you to realize that it’s a gun.
“Be quiet and just walk.” The guy pressed the gun slightly, making you gasp.
Not knowing what to do, you do as he says and walk towards wherever he’s taking you. It wasn’t long until he stops and directed you to enter a high end restaurant which looks a bit out of place at this area. The guy holding you at gun point pushes you forward until you entered another room inside the restaurant. From there, you ascend the staircase and finally you’re led into a room that looks like an office.
There’s several suited men standing in front of a desk and when you’re pushed forward a bit more, you see the man behind the desk. Is it weird that you’re feeling disappointed it’s not the mysterious man you saw instead of feeling alarmed that you’ve walked into a very dangerous place?
The guy holding you to a gun pushes you forward and you almost stumbled upon if one of the men didn’t grab hold of you. He’s tall, you think. Super tall. And when you look up at him, he winks and flashes a dimpled smile.
Gorgeous. That’s the word that you’d use to describe him ten years from now when you recall this memory from your grave, because you’re pretty sure you’ll meet your Creator soon.
“To what do we owe the business here?” The man behind the desk speaks up in a very low voice. Your eyes turns to find him. Is it ridiculous that he’s equally gorgeous? What are these men? Supermodels? Male strippers?
“She’s been snooping around our street, boss. Asking for this tattoo.” The guy behind you hands the little sketch you made.
“Ah,” the dimpled guy smirks.
The guy behind the desk only narrows his eyes at the sketch. “You guys can leave now.” He says.
“Oh come on, Taehyung. We’d like to know how she met him too.” The dimpled guy says.
“Later, Namjoon hyung.”
A shorter one rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure he’s trying to protect his bestfriend, again.”
“I agree, Yoongi hyung. Taehyung-ah, remember Jin hyung don’t like outsiders. You better warn your bestfriend not to cause anymore trouble.” The one in between Namjoon and Yoongi says.
“Yes, yes Hoseok hyung. I just need to question her a little, that’s it.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.
And towards you, Namjoon says, “We’ll see you around soon,” he lets of go of your hands, not before he flashes another dimpled smile.
As soon as everyone left, the guy named Taehyung walks towards you. “So, would you like to tell me why you’re searching for someone with this tattoo?”
You gulp, because his face is too near. “I.. I have something to tell him.”
“Hmm, is that so?” He straightens and takes another small step towards you, forcing you to back away. “What if I tell you.. that I have the same tattoo as well?” He then pulls on his sleeve, revealing the exact same tattoo that you’ve been searching for.
Without thinking, you grip his hand, pulling it towards you for you to see more clearly. “Is he- is he here?”
Your question takes Taehyung a little by surprise. He smiles down at you, as if he’s intrigued by you.
But when you look up, his smile disappear and suddenly, he snatches your hand, holding it up as he backs you away a few steps until you’re backed against a wall. You gasp when your back hit the wall. He leans down, way, way too close. His face literally inches from you.
“I’m not gonna answer your question just yet..” he whispers, or is it just his super low tone speaking?
You swallow.
“Let’s talk about.. how you’re at our territory and the consequence of that.”
“What are you gonna do to me?” Your voice literally a whisper now.
“Unfortunately.. your fate is not mine to decide.” His face backs away a few inches. Then a finger comes up to your head and then slowly, it runs down over your cheek. “Such a shame.”
And then right at that moment, the door bursts open.
And you can’t believe your eyes.
Because it’s him.
It’s him that’s standing on the doorway, staring piercingly when he sees you and Taehyung.
“Ah, Jimin..” Taehyung says but makes no effort to let go of your hands.
Jimin.. that’s his name.
He doesn’t say a word as he steps towards you and snatches your hand away from Taehyung, gripping it a tad too tightly it almost hurts.
“Fuck away, Kim Taehyung.” He growls as he drags you out of the room, towards the hallway and into another... office area, you note.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He glares at you.
You swallow before answering. “I wanted to see you.”
“I told you if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” He growls.
You take a step towards him. “Well maybe I’m not that smart.”
He clenches his jaw as you take another step towards him, closing the proximity.
“I.. I want you, Jimin.”
You watch his eyes turn dark. “Is that so?” He moves forward, backing you in three exact steps and your behind is against the edge of table.
“I can’t get you out of my mind too.” He whispers and then suddenly, his lips are on yours.
You can’t describe the feelings as his lips are pressed so hard against yours. Finally. This is finally happening after the countless time you fantasize about him, imagining him in every way.
“How long have you been thinking about me?” He whispers against the intense kisses.
His one hand is on the back of your neck, holding you close while his other hand roams all over your body, like he can’t get enough of touching you everywhere.
“Ever since I met you-” you’re breathless. His kiss and his tongue expertly draws all sorts of air inside you.
You let out a gasp when he rips your blouse open.
And you know you’re in for a very very long night.
“Tell me what do you imagine when you think about me.” His mouth is on your breasts. Your bra torn off you.
You moan out loud, “Oh God-”
“Tell me,” he demands, making you squeak as he hitches your skirt up.
“T-this-” you choke out, arousement rising as he continues to suck.
“Hmm, I think about you too.” He leans back in to suck on your neck.
Fingers quickly finding buttons of his shirt, deftly unbuttoning each of it. His coat had long been discarded, his tie loosened and off of him in a matter of seconds, landing somewhere on the floor.
Your body arches as he continues to leave open mouth kisses on your neck, shoulder and breasts. “What do you think about?” You ask.
“I think about your god motherfucking tits, how I’m never gonna stop sucking them,” he says before putting three fingers into his mouth and then without warning, rips your underwear off and slides his fingers into your pussy, “your perfect little dripping cunt,” he thrusts inside without mercy, “and how I’m gonna fuck you every single position known till your voice is gone from screaming my name.” He finishes as he withdraws his fingers.
You swallow.
“Then don’t wait,” you whisper.
He clenches his jaw. “Fuck. You’re such a tease, you know that? You don’t know how close I was to ripping your little nightdress the last time we met.. it barely covered anything you might’ve just slept naked. Tell me.. did you put that on for me..?”
You gulp. “Maybe...” you say quietly.
He curses and his eyes widen in lust. Within seconds his pants are off him as well as his boxers and your eyes widen looking at him in full glory. He rips your dress away and you’re completely bare now from top to bottom.
He spits on his hand and pumps his cock a few times before entering you, making your body jolt from the intrusion.
You think you’re in euphoria right now, feeling him inside you is complete bliss. You’re almost crying in pain trying to adjust to his girth and length.
“You want it, take it all-” he grits, eyes almost lolling to the back from his own pleasure but he’s still pushing in, till he hit right to the hilt.
“Oh god-” you moan when he starts bottoming out and pushing back in full.
You prop your elbow on the table as his hands grips your waist, keeping you in place and for a moment, only the sounds of skin lapping and labored breathing fills the room.
“Fuck fuck ugh-” he says as he continues his thrust.
His hands reach forward towards your breast as he cups them roughly. He continues thrusting and you feel the edge of your orgasm nearing. And then suddenly, he slips out and you’re almost enraged. He smirked at your expression.
“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” With one motion he pulls you by the hips and then flips you so you’re bending over the table. Your heart leapt in excitement, over Jimin taking you in this position. He doesn’t keep you waiting for long. He spits on his fingers before he runs his fingers over your slit few times and enters you again.
He fills you so deeply and entirely your eyes almost watering, your stomach clenching. And when he begins his thrust, you’re almost torn apart.
“Yes yes yes- Jimin-”
“You like being taken this way huh?”
“Yes,” you choked out.
He leans down and takes a handful of your hair and you’re forced to chin up. His other hand grips your waist even tighter before he slams back in roughly.
You could feel the orgasm creeping in. “Oh God Jimin-”
“Fuck me too-“ He continued his thrust as the pressure builds inside you until it finally explodes. When he shows no sign of stopping, you ride out your orgasm, just taking pleasure in the way he smoothly slides in and out of you as he chases his own orgasm and you could feel his grip tightening.
“Cum inside, I’m on the pill.” You say and without warning, his warm seeds spill inside you. His pace slows down but he doesn’t pull himself out yet. You hear his harsh breathing, his hand coming up to stroke your hair several times and then went down to trace every corner of your body.
“You look so gorgeous from behind like this. Every corner of yours is sexy.”
He flips you again so you’re facing him and he takes in your spent expression before leaning back in for a more slow but passionate kiss. Your hands roam down to find his cock intending of milking him out completely but to your surprise, he’s still hard.
He pulls your hand away and says, “Let me clean you up.” He licks your lower lip before pushing your body up a little. Your heartbeat picks up its pace again as he spreads your legs and then dives in to lick your pussy that’s dripping with his cum.
Your fingers card his hair, feeling the knot tightening in your stomach once again. “Oh God Jimin- I can’t-”
He smirks like it’s a challenge and the next thing he does had your eyes lolling to he back. He tortured you with his tongue for a few more minutes, tongue swirling deeply, pulling back just to see your response.
But before he could do anything else, you push yourself off the table then takes your step towards him, backing him towards the leather sofa behind him.
He watches you with dark eyes as you lean towards him, lightly swiping your tongue over his lips, hands on his thigh.
“My turn,” you whisper before leaning back down and takes him in your mouth earning a plethora of curses from him.
“God, look at you, you take me so well.” He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head as you bob up and down.
His head rolls to the back, sweat beading on his forehead and he’s on the verge of cumming when he says, “Stop babe, come up. Ride me.”
And you don’t think twice before raising yourself and sink down on him. You both let out a moan from the pleasure as you ride him out.
“You are fucking sexy,” he groans.
You increase your pace and soon he has both his hands on each side of your ass, holding them firmly, giving you support.
He leans forward and licks and sucks on your breast as his fingers dig into your ass while yours into his shoulder.
“Fuck! Fuck-” he chants before you both reach climax for the second time.
Your eyes shut, you’re totally spent as you slouched on his shoulder and him on yours.
Once both your breathing calmed down, he says, “That was insane. You’re insane.”
“You ruined my dress.”
“Hm.” He hums against your shoulder. “I’ll buy you another one.”
You pull back then, eyes finding his. “I want you, Park Jimin. I can’t stop thinking about you ever since I met you for the first time.”
He locks his gaze on you. “And when was that?”
Your brows furrowed. Is that a trick question? “When you held me hostage in my own apartment?”
He chuckles. But then his expression serious again. “What if I told you that wasn’t the first time you saw me?”
You frown even deeper. “What are you talking about?”
The corner of his lips quirk a little. “A year ago. In the alley. You saved me when I was bleeding from knife wound.”
Your eyes widen. You only remember bits and pieces of that incident. “I don’t recall any of this.” To be exact, you don’t remember him.
“It was dark. My hair was long enough to cover my face. You couldn’t see me, but I could see you.”
You close your mouth as it’s been wide open since he dropped the news. You need a few moments to process this mindblowing fact. You couldn’t think, especially when you’re naked and had just finished a heated fucking session.
Then you take a deep breath and looks at him straight in the eye. “Well, nice to meet you Park Jimin. I’m-”
“Y/N.” He cuts you off.
“How did you-”
“You’re not the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about us when we first met.”
