Part 1a touch
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“Have you met my girlfriend, Jiminssi?” Namjoon boasted, excited for you to meet all of his friends. When Jimin turned around, you did everything you could...to pretend like you had never met him before. “Hi, no I don’t believe we’ve met,” Jimin stated, reaching his hand out to you...that hand, with those fingers...your panties were wet immediately, “I’m Jimin.” “Hi, nice to meet you,” you shook his hand and went back to holding Namjoon’s hand.
“Excuse me,” the hostess interrupted the few conversations that were happening, “your table is ready.” You followed right behind Jimin. You could smell his cologne, it was a smell you could recognize anywhere, so uniquely him...so fucking sexy. Your mind raced with all of the time you had spent with him, before tonight, where you were ‘strangers’. The time with Jimin had been strictly physical. A no nonsense, hookups only, no feels relationship...but as you sat next to Namjoon and Jimin scooted into the booth right next to you, you remembered why you had stopped hooking up.
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“Are you catching feels?” Jimin asked, smiling and giggling, a look of happy and terrified in his eyes. “I don’t know...fuck, why do you have to be so fucking perfect,” you buried your head in his pillow. You laid next to each other, naked, exhausted from an already long night of fucking, talking, joking...you pretending like you didn’t want to be his. He laughed and pushed the few strands of hair that swept in front of your face behind your ear, “I’m not perfect, sweetheart...believe me, I’m not perfect. I’d probably just end up breaking your heart.” “Yeah, probably...maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore,” you sat up, feelings on the verge of being really hurt, and started to look for your clothes. “Why not...because you are feeling things for me? Who cares...maybe I feel things for you too?” he argued. “Yeah, you aren’t, but that’s ok...because this was only about fucking,” you concluded, and started to get dressed.
“Come on sweetheart, don’t leave like this...we’ve had such a great night. Let me go down on you again,” he pleaded, holding onto your arm. “No, it’s ok. This has been really fun. You are an amazing fuck and I’m sure it will be quite a while before I fuck someone again that can make me cum like you, but this is what we agreed to. And if you aren’t into going further than the fucking...no problem, for real,” your voice cracked, you could feel the burn of tears behind your eyes and in your throat, you rushed even faster to get dressed. “I’m just not the relationship kind, babygirl, but I do really like you. So much so that I haven’t fucked anyone but you in the past month,” he admitted. “Really?” you asked, confused with the feelings that swirled inside your stomach. You liked him a lot, you thought about him constantly and anytime you had plans with him your whole day just felt like it was going to be the best ever, but your arrangement was never about anything other than hooking up.
“Yeah, I told you that...I just...I’m not a good boyfriend. Can’t we just stay like this, incredible fuck buddies?” he asked, his face droopy with adorable, his pout prominent. “You’re right, this has been an incredible fuck buddy time, but I can’t do ‘just’ that anymore. I like you too much,” you grabbed your purse and headed for the door. “Please don’t leave,” he begged, his face scrunched in indecision...wanting so badly to be the guy you wanted him to be, but knowing the guy he was. “It was so great, baby,” you smiled, holding your hand next to his cheek and kissing his soft lips once more.
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“Babe, what are you going to order?” Namjoon asked you, surrounded by his friends, you smiled at him and perused the menu. “Damn girl,” Hoseok started, “you are all our Namjoon talks about...and you met at work?” “Yes, I just started in the department he was temporarily managing,” you explained. “What? Namjoonhyung...you were her boss?” Jungkook asked with a smile and smirk. “I mean, just temporarily...but she was just too beautiful to ignore. I was so happy when she said yes to going to dinner with me,” Joon’s smile was only matched in radiance by his perfect dimple, as he happily explained his pursuit of you.
You scanned the table and realized that Jimin had been trying hard to ignore all the relationship talk. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he was definitely not ok with the way things were. “So, Namjoon, did you talk with…” you heard Jin’s voice pulling Joon’s attention away from you. You looked over at Jimin who looked over at you and you both just knew what the other was thinking. You couldn’t stare at him for long, but if you allowed yourself, you could...for so long. He seemed just as smitten as he was trying to pretend he wasn’t, when you ended your fuck friendship. You turned away before you lost control and grabbed his cock, but not before you noticed him place his hand down on the seat in the small space that separated you.
You weren’t sure if he was trying to tell you something or what was happening, but you allowed the temptation to take over you and you placed your hand down an inch or two away from his. You were talking with Hoseok and Jungkook, at least technically, but you were focused only on the energy coming from Jimin. You both inched closer to the other’s hand. His attention turned away from you, talking with Taehyung. As you both held your own conversations, you crept even closer until your pinkies were touching. His pinky swept on top of yours, and electricity ran through your body. Your clit throbbed, thinking about all the places he had placed that hand, inside your pussy, pressed against your neck, gripping onto your breasts. You took a deep breath to process the overwhelming rush of sexual energy that was darting between both of you.
You couldn’t help but think of that last night with him. The one that made you want more...
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"Ahhhhh!" you screamed out the moment you entered his apartment. He had been waiting all day for you to cross back into being his again, lifting you up and carrying you straight to his bed. “Oh my god, Jimin,” you giggled in delight. There was something about how he held you over his shoulder. The strength in his body, it was so obvious he was in a physical line of work. You could feel the flex in his muscles, it was such a turn on, he was able to control your body in whatever way he wanted.
He placed you on his bed, your comfort and happy place, and instantly started to pull your clothes off, “I missed you babygirl...did you miss me?” You looked up at him, the look in his eyes...it was hard to push the feelings that had been building to the side, you nodded and a big smile took over your lips. “Good,” he said with a smirk, “...I’ve been fantasizing about you all day...planning my first move. But they are all so good that I only ever got to taking your clothes off.” You laughed, “oh yeah...so what options have you been considering?” He smirked, overwhelmed by how you were able to touch that part of him...the deep hollow of his heart...that no one could ever seem to even get close to. “Well,” he began, as he pushed himself between your legs, hanging off the bed, “of course...you know how much I like to taste you so my tongue between your legs was my first thought. But then, my dick got hard thinking about how your wet, hot pussy feels wrapped around it.” “Hmmm, I mean, both of those options have me wet...why don’t you feel,” you suggested, having thought about his fingers being inside of you all day.
He smirked, “hmmm...well this was actually my third option…” He placed his fingers inside of your pussy, rubbing between your dripping folds, searching for your bud. “Mmm, oh yes, there we go,” his voice was sultry, sexy, as if he was adding friction inside your pussy with the sound alone. You melted into his touch, your back arched, and you moaned his name. He watched as his touch changed the look on your face...eyes closed, mouth opened, nose scrunched...each movement pulling out another level of arousal. His other hand moved to hold onto you, first a gentle grip around your neck, seeing you under his control was something that he lived for. He moved down to your breasts as he picked up the pace of his fingers. “Oh god, Jimin,” you called out, his fingers were magic. A firm palm settled on your stomach as he brought you to your peak, “do it for me baby, let go for me, I want to feel you cum on me.”
His voice, his fucking voice...the low tones and the sexy look on his face, it was enough to make you cum instantly. As your body melted around him, a puddle welled up from deep within, your body jerked with the pleasure of his sporadic movements working to pull out every piece of your orgasm. You pressed your head back into his bed, eyes closed, allowing the feeling, the slow motion of him pulling his fingers out of you to take over. Your eyes opened with the familiar sound of him sucking on his fingers, “mmm, you taste so sweet...and honestly I usually say that to...well it doesn’t matter because with you it’s the actual truth.” You looked up at him, endeared...in love. Fuck! You thought to yourself, now knowing...the flutter in your heart confirming you were falling for him...or you had already fallen for him.
You tried to push the feelings away, the thoughts of happiness that flooded into your brain when you were at work, or driving, or out with friends...Jimin. Simple, easy, complicated...but Jimin, now wasn’t just a person you were fucking, he was a person you wanted to date, be with, in every way. Jimin was more than a person, it was a feeling, a mood, a...life changer. “Hey, beautiful...everything ok?” he asked, having noticed your quick trip around fantasyland. You repressed it with a giggle, “absolutely, now what?” You wrapped your legs around him, and pulled his body in closer to yours, pressing him against your soaked cunt. He laughed, “well now, I think my dick is telling me...I need to be inside you.” You opened your legs, spreading them open as you propped your feet on the edge of the bed, “I’m definitely ready for that baby!”
He smirked and shifted from left to right, stroking his cock then holding it against your slit, gathering your slick with it. Teasing you with his touch, whether it was his fingers, his tongue, his cock...was something as natural as his glowing skin. He loved to tease you. He moved his cock up and down, in slightly, then pulling out. He brushed against your clit, sensitive from the attention he had paid it earlier, causing you to moan...fuck he was so good at making you feel good. “How do I feel inside you babygirl?” he asked, as he started to push inside. “So good, so fucking good, Jimin…” you moaned, willing him to pound into you, needing him to ravage you. “I love the way you take me baby, those tight pussy lips wrapping around my thick shaft...stretching around it…” he pushed into you slowly, you could feel every bit of his length and width. You moaned, “Jiminnnnnn,” as he pushed in as far as your pussy would allow him. A few slow thrusts and his cock was coated, ready to slam into you...but he kept the slow pace.
His hands ran over your body, firm and soft, the look in his eye...was different, new...it was soft, loving, filled with...feelings? As if he was reading your mind, he closed his eyes and started to change his approach...now slamming into you, the way he normally did. He felt good, always. Whether it was the new feeling of slow and steady or the old of fast and hard, he always felt good...but the change was nerve wracking in the best of ways. Was he making love to me, you thought to yourself, but the thought was only momentary as his ‘fuck, oh fuck, yes that cunt is fucking amazing’ dropped out of his mouth. He fucked you harder, faster, until he was emptying into you. All of his energy was behind that fuck. His body seemed to wither as his dick softened and he leaned over your spent body. “You are so amazing, babygirl...too amazing…” he whispered.
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“So, did you decide baby?” Namjoon’s voice, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned to him, the attentive girlfriend he was used to, “I think I’ll take the chicken salad.” “Mmm, sounds good,” he smiled and turned back to choosing what he wanted. You couldn’t stand all the thoughts in your head fleeing...those feelings, the ones you had pushed deep deep down, popped up so easily that it made you wonder…so you pulled out your phone and did the only thing you could do.
[You]: I miss you
[Jimin]: I miss you too
[You]: so now what?
[Jimin]: come over later
[You]: I can’t…
[Jimin]: you can and you will
[Jimin]: I love you...
“Excuse me,” the hostess interrupted the few conversations that were happening, “your table is ready.” You followed right behind Jimin. You could smell his cologne, it was a smell you could recognize anywhere, so uniquely him...so fucking sexy. Your mind raced with all of the time you had spent with him, before tonight, where you were ‘strangers’. The time with Jimin had been strictly physical. A no nonsense, hookups only, no feels relationship...but as you sat next to Namjoon and Jimin scooted into the booth right next to you, you remembered why you had stopped hooking up.
--
“Are you catching feels?” Jimin asked, smiling and giggling, a look of happy and terrified in his eyes. “I don’t know...fuck, why do you have to be so fucking perfect,” you buried your head in his pillow. You laid next to each other, naked, exhausted from an already long night of fucking, talking, joking...you pretending like you didn’t want to be his. He laughed and pushed the few strands of hair that swept in front of your face behind your ear, “I’m not perfect, sweetheart...believe me, I’m not perfect. I’d probably just end up breaking your heart.” “Yeah, probably...maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore,” you sat up, feelings on the verge of being really hurt, and started to look for your clothes. “Why not...because you are feeling things for me? Who cares...maybe I feel things for you too?” he argued. “Yeah, you aren’t, but that’s ok...because this was only about fucking,” you concluded, and started to get dressed.
“Come on sweetheart, don’t leave like this...we’ve had such a great night. Let me go down on you again,” he pleaded, holding onto your arm. “No, it’s ok. This has been really fun. You are an amazing fuck and I’m sure it will be quite a while before I fuck someone again that can make me cum like you, but this is what we agreed to. And if you aren’t into going further than the fucking...no problem, for real,” your voice cracked, you could feel the burn of tears behind your eyes and in your throat, you rushed even faster to get dressed. “I’m just not the relationship kind, babygirl, but I do really like you. So much so that I haven’t fucked anyone but you in the past month,” he admitted. “Really?” you asked, confused with the feelings that swirled inside your stomach. You liked him a lot, you thought about him constantly and anytime you had plans with him your whole day just felt like it was going to be the best ever, but your arrangement was never about anything other than hooking up.
“Yeah, I told you that...I just...I’m not a good boyfriend. Can’t we just stay like this, incredible fuck buddies?” he asked, his face droopy with adorable, his pout prominent. “You’re right, this has been an incredible fuck buddy time, but I can’t do ‘just’ that anymore. I like you too much,” you grabbed your purse and headed for the door. “Please don’t leave,” he begged, his face scrunched in indecision...wanting so badly to be the guy you wanted him to be, but knowing the guy he was. “It was so great, baby,” you smiled, holding your hand next to his cheek and kissing his soft lips once more.
--
“Babe, what are you going to order?” Namjoon asked you, surrounded by his friends, you smiled at him and perused the menu. “Damn girl,” Hoseok started, “you are all our Namjoon talks about...and you met at work?” “Yes, I just started in the department he was temporarily managing,” you explained. “What? Namjoonhyung...you were her boss?” Jungkook asked with a smile and smirk. “I mean, just temporarily...but she was just too beautiful to ignore. I was so happy when she said yes to going to dinner with me,” Joon’s smile was only matched in radiance by his perfect dimple, as he happily explained his pursuit of you.
You scanned the table and realized that Jimin had been trying hard to ignore all the relationship talk. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he was definitely not ok with the way things were. “So, Namjoon, did you talk with…” you heard Jin’s voice pulling Joon’s attention away from you. You looked over at Jimin who looked over at you and you both just knew what the other was thinking. You couldn’t stare at him for long, but if you allowed yourself, you could...for so long. He seemed just as smitten as he was trying to pretend he wasn’t, when you ended your fuck friendship. You turned away before you lost control and grabbed his cock, but not before you noticed him place his hand down on the seat in the small space that separated you.
You weren’t sure if he was trying to tell you something or what was happening, but you allowed the temptation to take over you and you placed your hand down an inch or two away from his. You were talking with Hoseok and Jungkook, at least technically, but you were focused only on the energy coming from Jimin. You both inched closer to the other’s hand. His attention turned away from you, talking with Taehyung. As you both held your own conversations, you crept even closer until your pinkies were touching. His pinky swept on top of yours, and electricity ran through your body. Your clit throbbed, thinking about all the places he had placed that hand, inside your pussy, pressed against your neck, gripping onto your breasts. You took a deep breath to process the overwhelming rush of sexual energy that was darting between both of you.
You couldn’t help but think of that last night with him. The one that made you want more...
--
"Ahhhhh!" you screamed out the moment you entered his apartment. He had been waiting all day for you to cross back into being his again, lifting you up and carrying you straight to his bed. “Oh my god, Jimin,” you giggled in delight. There was something about how he held you over his shoulder. The strength in his body, it was so obvious he was in a physical line of work. You could feel the flex in his muscles, it was such a turn on, he was able to control your body in whatever way he wanted.
He placed you on his bed, your comfort and happy place, and instantly started to pull your clothes off, “I missed you babygirl...did you miss me?” You looked up at him, the look in his eyes...it was hard to push the feelings that had been building to the side, you nodded and a big smile took over your lips. “Good,” he said with a smirk, “...I’ve been fantasizing about you all day...planning my first move. But they are all so good that I only ever got to taking your clothes off.” You laughed, “oh yeah...so what options have you been considering?” He smirked, overwhelmed by how you were able to touch that part of him...the deep hollow of his heart...that no one could ever seem to even get close to. “Well,” he began, as he pushed himself between your legs, hanging off the bed, “of course...you know how much I like to taste you so my tongue between your legs was my first thought. But then, my dick got hard thinking about how your wet, hot pussy feels wrapped around it.” “Hmmm, I mean, both of those options have me wet...why don’t you feel,” you suggested, having thought about his fingers being inside of you all day.
He smirked, “hmmm...well this was actually my third option…” He placed his fingers inside of your pussy, rubbing between your dripping folds, searching for your bud. “Mmm, oh yes, there we go,” his voice was sultry, sexy, as if he was adding friction inside your pussy with the sound alone. You melted into his touch, your back arched, and you moaned his name. He watched as his touch changed the look on your face...eyes closed, mouth opened, nose scrunched...each movement pulling out another level of arousal. His other hand moved to hold onto you, first a gentle grip around your neck, seeing you under his control was something that he lived for. He moved down to your breasts as he picked up the pace of his fingers. “Oh god, Jimin,” you called out, his fingers were magic. A firm palm settled on your stomach as he brought you to your peak, “do it for me baby, let go for me, I want to feel you cum on me.”
His voice, his fucking voice...the low tones and the sexy look on his face, it was enough to make you cum instantly. As your body melted around him, a puddle welled up from deep within, your body jerked with the pleasure of his sporadic movements working to pull out every piece of your orgasm. You pressed your head back into his bed, eyes closed, allowing the feeling, the slow motion of him pulling his fingers out of you to take over. Your eyes opened with the familiar sound of him sucking on his fingers, “mmm, you taste so sweet...and honestly I usually say that to...well it doesn’t matter because with you it’s the actual truth.” You looked up at him, endeared...in love. Fuck! You thought to yourself, now knowing...the flutter in your heart confirming you were falling for him...or you had already fallen for him.
You tried to push the feelings away, the thoughts of happiness that flooded into your brain when you were at work, or driving, or out with friends...Jimin. Simple, easy, complicated...but Jimin, now wasn’t just a person you were fucking, he was a person you wanted to date, be with, in every way. Jimin was more than a person, it was a feeling, a mood, a...life changer. “Hey, beautiful...everything ok?” he asked, having noticed your quick trip around fantasyland. You repressed it with a giggle, “absolutely, now what?” You wrapped your legs around him, and pulled his body in closer to yours, pressing him against your soaked cunt. He laughed, “well now, I think my dick is telling me...I need to be inside you.” You opened your legs, spreading them open as you propped your feet on the edge of the bed, “I’m definitely ready for that baby!”
He smirked and shifted from left to right, stroking his cock then holding it against your slit, gathering your slick with it. Teasing you with his touch, whether it was his fingers, his tongue, his cock...was something as natural as his glowing skin. He loved to tease you. He moved his cock up and down, in slightly, then pulling out. He brushed against your clit, sensitive from the attention he had paid it earlier, causing you to moan...fuck he was so good at making you feel good. “How do I feel inside you babygirl?” he asked, as he started to push inside. “So good, so fucking good, Jimin…” you moaned, willing him to pound into you, needing him to ravage you. “I love the way you take me baby, those tight pussy lips wrapping around my thick shaft...stretching around it…” he pushed into you slowly, you could feel every bit of his length and width. You moaned, “Jiminnnnnn,” as he pushed in as far as your pussy would allow him. A few slow thrusts and his cock was coated, ready to slam into you...but he kept the slow pace.
His hands ran over your body, firm and soft, the look in his eye...was different, new...it was soft, loving, filled with...feelings? As if he was reading your mind, he closed his eyes and started to change his approach...now slamming into you, the way he normally did. He felt good, always. Whether it was the new feeling of slow and steady or the old of fast and hard, he always felt good...but the change was nerve wracking in the best of ways. Was he making love to me, you thought to yourself, but the thought was only momentary as his ‘fuck, oh fuck, yes that cunt is fucking amazing’ dropped out of his mouth. He fucked you harder, faster, until he was emptying into you. All of his energy was behind that fuck. His body seemed to wither as his dick softened and he leaned over your spent body. “You are so amazing, babygirl...too amazing…” he whispered.
--
“So, did you decide baby?” Namjoon’s voice, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned to him, the attentive girlfriend he was used to, “I think I’ll take the chicken salad.” “Mmm, sounds good,” he smiled and turned back to choosing what he wanted. You couldn’t stand all the thoughts in your head fleeing...those feelings, the ones you had pushed deep deep down, popped up so easily that it made you wonder…so you pulled out your phone and did the only thing you could do.
[You]: I miss you
[Jimin]: I miss you too
[You]: so now what?
[Jimin]: come over later
[You]: I can’t…
[Jimin]: you can and you will
[Jimin]: I love you...
