Part 3
whose touch
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“You are the one who has been ‘sick’ Jiminah,” Yoongi admonished, when Jimin’s frustration began to really annoy everyone, “you weren't here...now you have to do more.” “I know,” Jimin shook his head and started, “it fucking sucks, but, it’s worth it...this extra work shit is fucking WORTH IT!” The blue collar part of the friend group was hard at work. Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok all worked for Yoongi and his building company. “Anyways,” Jungkook interrupted, “we all know you weren’t actually sick...so what’s the deal, where were you?” Jimin smirked, thinking back to the last three days, taking a deep breath...still smelling you on his skin. “I’m a taken man,” he announced, “I got me a good girl...who gave up everything for me.”
“Oh?” Hoseok turned an ear to the conversation, “who is this girl? Someone we know.” “Yeah, you have recently met,” he wasn’t sure why he needed everyone to know that he was the reason that Namjoon was newly single, but he needed it...maybe it was the competition, the need to win, maybe he just wanted to for once be better than ‘white collar Namjoon’...whatever it was, he needed it to be known. “Really? When? I don’t remember meeting anyone ‘new’ in a minute...well except Namjoon’s chick, but…” Hoseok started and Jimin laughed when Hoseok’s jaw dropped open in disbelief, but knowing, based on Jimin’s smirk. “Jiminah! What the fuck...that’s fucked! How did that happen? Damn didn’t peg her for that type,” Hoseok shrugged. “What the fuck does that mean?” Jimin stood up, now in newly minted boyfriend mode, no one was gonna talk shit about you.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” Hoseok backed up. Jungkook chimed in, “...fuck, someone’s a bit sensitive?” Jimin shrugged, trying to get back to cool, “just don’t say shit about her...alright, you don’t know the whole story.” “Yeah, well, we sure and the fuck have time...why don’t you enlighten us?” Yoongi suggested. Jimin shrugged and continued to catch up on his work, deciding to flash back to the days he called off to be with you instead...he wanted to avoid all the shit that was surely going to hit the fan, sooner than later.
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“I can’t believe that you keep calling in, baby!” you wrapped your legs around his waist again, in an endless mind-fuck for how things in your life had shifted so quickly. You were feeling bad, having read a few of what seemed like an endless stream of questions from Namjoon, but being with Jimin for two days straight...just you and him, it made your guilt bearable. “Well, you know, I’m a boyfriend now,” he smirked, sucking on your shoulder, “I gotta give my girlfriend what she needs...and it seems like my girl needs this dick!” You laughed, “yeah, and you need this pussy!” “You’re goddamn right I do...now where should I fuck you next. I feel like we’ve pretty much covered the kitchen and bedroom, oooh yes, right here,” he held his bottom lip in between his teeth as he laid you over the back of the couch. “Jimin, we’ve done it on the couch a few times,” you teased, your back centered on the backrest. “Not like this babygirl,” he growled, slamming into you...now a recognizable feeling.
“Oh my fuck!” you screamed, “Jimin, oh my god Jimin!” He pumped in and out of you, holding onto your thighs and he lifted your legs over his shoulder. You tried to get a grip on something but you couldn’t reach anything, the way he was holding you up the couch was only a formality...it was like he was fucking you, floating in the air. You weren’t sure if it was a rush of blood shooting to your head, but the orgasm that fell over you instantly exhausted you. You just hung there, eyes closed, focused on the sound of his cock reaching the depths of your pussy and the feeling of control he had over you and your body. It was hot, to say the least...you realized at that moment, that it didn’t matter what he asked, what he wanted, what he needed...you were going to give him anything and everything. There was no way, anyone else would have the opportunity to satisfy him, because as far as you were concerned...your soul, your body, your being...all belonged to Park Jimin.
“Oh Fuck YES!” he shouted, before releasing into you again. “Babygirl, I really hope you are on some strong birth control because that may have been twins,” he joked. “Shut up! Don’t even fuck around like that...I am not even close to being ready for that,” you laughed as you reached for his hands. He giggled, “oh, fuck, sorry baby...I may have gotten carried away. Damn that angle felt fucking amazing, what about for you? I know I felt that hot cum pretty early.” “Ah, yeah, whatever spot you were hitting...let’s keep that on the menu for tonight too,” you nodded as you bit down on your lip. “Oh baby, that’s a permanent feature now,” he smirked, pulling you up and then holding you next to him, your tits sliding across his chest with all the sweat between both of you.
“Maybe we should order some food,” he suggested, placing you down next to the couch. “Yeah, I’m hungry, I don’t know how much longer I can survive on your jizz alone,” you smirked. “Yeah, same,” he nodded, “I’ve never eaten someone out so much in my entire fucking life...you should consider yourself blessed.” Your jaw dropped open and you playfully punched his arm, “...the fuck! You should consider yourself blessed that I allow you access to drink all that pussy punch!” He laughed, “...you know what, my sexy ass girlfriend?” He stood right next to you, just millimeters off of your body, you could feel the heat floating between you. “What, my sexy ass boyfriend?” you continued playfully. “I do consider it an honor to be able to lick your pussy, feeling your clit get fat and juicy under my tongue is so fucking hot, but you know what’s even better,” he began to whisper, pulling you into his embrace. “What?” you whispered. “Knowing that you are all mine. Knowing that you belong to me. Knowing that you’re my girl. That’s fucking hot,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. His words, like his fingers inside your folds, making you rush with wetness. You gulped the excitement of your arousal down, automatically, just like the clenching between your legs.
“So, not to ruin all this hotness...but what about, umm…” you really didn’t want to ruin the mood, thinking that things were perfect, for real...or at least it seemed. “What about what? Namjoon?” he asked, knowing. You nodded timidly, the look that he flashed, one that you had only seen in specific sexual situations so far. He was annoyed, pissed maybe, but also you could tell he was trying to temper down all the shit that must have been exploding in his mind. He cracked his neck and grabbed your wrist, squeezing just tight enough to let you know he had you, but also to let you know it was all good, “don’t worry about him. He’s fine, has everything he could ever want, he doesn’t need my pussy too. Ok?” He stared into your soul, his words like a command, but also like a reassurance to himself. Allowing himself the confidence of your commitment. “Ok,” you blurted out, one hundred percent turned on by his dominance, but also uninterested in letting the perfection of the last two days to end just yet.
“Hmmm,” he hovered over the back of your neck, still attached to your wrist. You heard him inhale...long and exaggerated, “fuck, everything about you turns me on.” Your skin bumped, covered with the anticipation and excitement that came with having Jimin as your boyfriend. “Same,” you whispered. “I didn’t say to speak, did I babygirl? There is so much I still have to teach you, especially if you’re gonna be my girlfriend,” his voice was like vibrations directly onto your clit, you needed him...and you had no idea how you would ever not. He eased his way in front of you, only pivoting on your wrist, “good girl...I always knew you would be a good girl. So attentive, so dedicated to making me cum.” He smirked...you felt like you came.
“When I tell you to speak, I want you to address me as sir, understand?” he asked. You nodded and he snapped his neck the other direction, “no, no, babygirl. I need to hear that you understand.” “Yes,” you uttered, turned on but also nervous, following the rules, innate to who you were. “Come on babygirl, try a little harder for me,” he urged. “Yes, sir,” you stated with confidence. “There we go, such a good girl, hmmm...you need a reward for that,” he looked you over and decided on what it would be, yanking your barely there cami down to reveal one of your breasts. Your head fell back instantly, when he latched onto the skin right next to your nipple. Biting down, then sucking hard, you could feel the blood that he was drawing to the surface of your skin. “Yes, there we go,” he smiled, licking your bottom lip before brushing off his latest mark on your skin. You looked down to see the large purple mark and it was at that moment that you understood everything and nothing at the same time, he owns me...fucking owns me.
Before you could think too much, he picked you up over his shoulder...the spot now feeling like a familiar friend. He loved to carry you, one, because he was strong as fuck...he wanted you to know that you were fucking someone that worked his ass off and that had all the strength you could ever desire. Second, he loved having your ass and thighs within spanking distance, always taking a few passes on your ass...as if securing his property.
As soon as you crossed into the bedroom, he tossed you on the bed and continued to give you orders, “now, I’m going to do whatever I want to make you feel good...but I don’t want to hear anything from you...not until I ask you, can you do that for your man?” “Yes, sir,” you answered. “Fuck yes!” he called out, “I fucking knew you were it, you get me babygirl.” You had no idea what to expect, no idea what was going to happen...the only thing you knew was that you loved this incredibly sexy man that seemed to be interested in nothing if not making you cum...and you were all for it.
He climbed into bed, right next to you, taking hold of both of your wrists...holding them over your head with one hand. The other spreading your legs open, finding his way into your folds. You could hear the movement of what was almost like panties now, the wetness that never ended around him...a constant feeling of arousal, an overwhelming craving for him in every part of you. He smirked watching the look on your face respond to his fingers inside of you, knowing that you were going to do everything possible to obey him and stay silent. The sensitive spots seemed to feel even more sensitive, you tried to squirm, but his grip on your wrists and the look in his eyes held you still. “I’ve never been so turned on by someone before,” he admitted. “You are such a good girl, you are taking my touch so good, aren’t you,” he looked at you as if you were a prized trophy. “Yes, sir,” you whimpered, needing to release words, sounds...anything. He smirked, “you can get away with that one babygirl, but next time I will ask for you to speak, understand?” “Yes...sir?” you answered, as if asking a question, feeling unsure.
He giggled, relaxing his hold on your wrists, and pulled his fingers out of your pussy, “relax, babygirl, relax…this is still supposed to be fun. You know you can stop all of this at any time right and we can go right back to split control. We just need a safeword...hmmm how ‘bout for now the safeword is Namjoon, because that will bring me to a screeching halt.” You shook your head, trying not to smile, “ok, that will work...for now.” He kissed you softly, as if to reassure you that it was all really ok, then his eyes darkened once more, “there we go, back to business.” As if no time had passed, his fingers were back inside of you...his eyes trained on your gaze, he just stared at you, watching every movement in your face, your eyes, your body. The intensity was intoxicating, the only sound was the differing pace of his fingers and your heavy breathing and his calm, steady...collected breathing. You couldn’t hold off anymore, he let you release...he saw how badly you needed it, how badly he wanted to give it to you.
You had been with him before, multiple times, for months of hooking up, but this...this was the most intense, incredible, insane, incomparable orgasm of your life...now you would understand the true meaning of insatiable. You knew now, you would beg, freely...without caution, without thinking, without care. Whatever you needed to do to be with him...that’s what you were gonna do...you never wanted to be without the way he made you feel, the way he made you love, the way he made you need.
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“Ahhh, Namjoon, have you met my girlfriend?” Jimin asked, in almost the same exact way that Namjoon had a few weeks before. You just stared at Jimin, you had talked about how it would go down...the way you would transition back into their friend group as his...but this, this was not what you agreed on. “Ah, yes, I have actually...I think you’ve also met my new girl too right?”, Namjoon retorted, unwilling to allow Jimin the power he craved.
“Jiminssi? How ya doing, baby?” the pretty girl, latched onto Namjoon’s arm stated in the breathiest of voices. As if hearing her call your boyfriend baby wasn’t bad enough, it wasn’t even the worst of it...the worst, was watching your confident, tough, sexy boyfriend, seemingly wither into a pile of nothingness. “Let’s go,” he pulled on your arm and led you out of the bar. You looked at Namjoon, who had a knowing look in his eye, surprising you, you had never met that Namjoon before. “Jimin, hold on. Baby, wait. What’s happening,” you were immediately nervous and confused. “Who was that?” you asked, trying to get him to stop walking, to listen to you. You stopped, tugging back on his arm, pulling him to stop and pay attention to you. “Jimin,” you held his face in between your hands, “who was she?” He shook his head, as if trying to erase the last 10 minutes of time, as if he regretted every decision he had ever made, as if...as if he was knocked down, unable to pull himself back up. The confidence, the tone, the smirk...all gone.
“Baby, listen to me, Jimin. JIMIN!” you raised your voice finally getting his attention. He stared into your eyes, his eyes were glassy, he whispered, “what?” “Babe, what’s wrong? Who was that?” you asked again, gentler, softer, loving him with your touch, look, and words. “That…” he looked into your eyes, but it was like he was looking straight through you, “...that was the reason...I’m not a relationship man.
“Oh?” Hoseok turned an ear to the conversation, “who is this girl? Someone we know.” “Yeah, you have recently met,” he wasn’t sure why he needed everyone to know that he was the reason that Namjoon was newly single, but he needed it...maybe it was the competition, the need to win, maybe he just wanted to for once be better than ‘white collar Namjoon’...whatever it was, he needed it to be known. “Really? When? I don’t remember meeting anyone ‘new’ in a minute...well except Namjoon’s chick, but…” Hoseok started and Jimin laughed when Hoseok’s jaw dropped open in disbelief, but knowing, based on Jimin’s smirk. “Jiminah! What the fuck...that’s fucked! How did that happen? Damn didn’t peg her for that type,” Hoseok shrugged. “What the fuck does that mean?” Jimin stood up, now in newly minted boyfriend mode, no one was gonna talk shit about you.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” Hoseok backed up. Jungkook chimed in, “...fuck, someone’s a bit sensitive?” Jimin shrugged, trying to get back to cool, “just don’t say shit about her...alright, you don’t know the whole story.” “Yeah, well, we sure and the fuck have time...why don’t you enlighten us?” Yoongi suggested. Jimin shrugged and continued to catch up on his work, deciding to flash back to the days he called off to be with you instead...he wanted to avoid all the shit that was surely going to hit the fan, sooner than later.
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“I can’t believe that you keep calling in, baby!” you wrapped your legs around his waist again, in an endless mind-fuck for how things in your life had shifted so quickly. You were feeling bad, having read a few of what seemed like an endless stream of questions from Namjoon, but being with Jimin for two days straight...just you and him, it made your guilt bearable. “Well, you know, I’m a boyfriend now,” he smirked, sucking on your shoulder, “I gotta give my girlfriend what she needs...and it seems like my girl needs this dick!” You laughed, “yeah, and you need this pussy!” “You’re goddamn right I do...now where should I fuck you next. I feel like we’ve pretty much covered the kitchen and bedroom, oooh yes, right here,” he held his bottom lip in between his teeth as he laid you over the back of the couch. “Jimin, we’ve done it on the couch a few times,” you teased, your back centered on the backrest. “Not like this babygirl,” he growled, slamming into you...now a recognizable feeling.
“Oh my fuck!” you screamed, “Jimin, oh my god Jimin!” He pumped in and out of you, holding onto your thighs and he lifted your legs over his shoulder. You tried to get a grip on something but you couldn’t reach anything, the way he was holding you up the couch was only a formality...it was like he was fucking you, floating in the air. You weren’t sure if it was a rush of blood shooting to your head, but the orgasm that fell over you instantly exhausted you. You just hung there, eyes closed, focused on the sound of his cock reaching the depths of your pussy and the feeling of control he had over you and your body. It was hot, to say the least...you realized at that moment, that it didn’t matter what he asked, what he wanted, what he needed...you were going to give him anything and everything. There was no way, anyone else would have the opportunity to satisfy him, because as far as you were concerned...your soul, your body, your being...all belonged to Park Jimin.
“Oh Fuck YES!” he shouted, before releasing into you again. “Babygirl, I really hope you are on some strong birth control because that may have been twins,” he joked. “Shut up! Don’t even fuck around like that...I am not even close to being ready for that,” you laughed as you reached for his hands. He giggled, “oh, fuck, sorry baby...I may have gotten carried away. Damn that angle felt fucking amazing, what about for you? I know I felt that hot cum pretty early.” “Ah, yeah, whatever spot you were hitting...let’s keep that on the menu for tonight too,” you nodded as you bit down on your lip. “Oh baby, that’s a permanent feature now,” he smirked, pulling you up and then holding you next to him, your tits sliding across his chest with all the sweat between both of you.
“Maybe we should order some food,” he suggested, placing you down next to the couch. “Yeah, I’m hungry, I don’t know how much longer I can survive on your jizz alone,” you smirked. “Yeah, same,” he nodded, “I’ve never eaten someone out so much in my entire fucking life...you should consider yourself blessed.” Your jaw dropped open and you playfully punched his arm, “...the fuck! You should consider yourself blessed that I allow you access to drink all that pussy punch!” He laughed, “...you know what, my sexy ass girlfriend?” He stood right next to you, just millimeters off of your body, you could feel the heat floating between you. “What, my sexy ass boyfriend?” you continued playfully. “I do consider it an honor to be able to lick your pussy, feeling your clit get fat and juicy under my tongue is so fucking hot, but you know what’s even better,” he began to whisper, pulling you into his embrace. “What?” you whispered. “Knowing that you are all mine. Knowing that you belong to me. Knowing that you’re my girl. That’s fucking hot,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. His words, like his fingers inside your folds, making you rush with wetness. You gulped the excitement of your arousal down, automatically, just like the clenching between your legs.
“So, not to ruin all this hotness...but what about, umm…” you really didn’t want to ruin the mood, thinking that things were perfect, for real...or at least it seemed. “What about what? Namjoon?” he asked, knowing. You nodded timidly, the look that he flashed, one that you had only seen in specific sexual situations so far. He was annoyed, pissed maybe, but also you could tell he was trying to temper down all the shit that must have been exploding in his mind. He cracked his neck and grabbed your wrist, squeezing just tight enough to let you know he had you, but also to let you know it was all good, “don’t worry about him. He’s fine, has everything he could ever want, he doesn’t need my pussy too. Ok?” He stared into your soul, his words like a command, but also like a reassurance to himself. Allowing himself the confidence of your commitment. “Ok,” you blurted out, one hundred percent turned on by his dominance, but also uninterested in letting the perfection of the last two days to end just yet.
“Hmmm,” he hovered over the back of your neck, still attached to your wrist. You heard him inhale...long and exaggerated, “fuck, everything about you turns me on.” Your skin bumped, covered with the anticipation and excitement that came with having Jimin as your boyfriend. “Same,” you whispered. “I didn’t say to speak, did I babygirl? There is so much I still have to teach you, especially if you’re gonna be my girlfriend,” his voice was like vibrations directly onto your clit, you needed him...and you had no idea how you would ever not. He eased his way in front of you, only pivoting on your wrist, “good girl...I always knew you would be a good girl. So attentive, so dedicated to making me cum.” He smirked...you felt like you came.
“When I tell you to speak, I want you to address me as sir, understand?” he asked. You nodded and he snapped his neck the other direction, “no, no, babygirl. I need to hear that you understand.” “Yes,” you uttered, turned on but also nervous, following the rules, innate to who you were. “Come on babygirl, try a little harder for me,” he urged. “Yes, sir,” you stated with confidence. “There we go, such a good girl, hmmm...you need a reward for that,” he looked you over and decided on what it would be, yanking your barely there cami down to reveal one of your breasts. Your head fell back instantly, when he latched onto the skin right next to your nipple. Biting down, then sucking hard, you could feel the blood that he was drawing to the surface of your skin. “Yes, there we go,” he smiled, licking your bottom lip before brushing off his latest mark on your skin. You looked down to see the large purple mark and it was at that moment that you understood everything and nothing at the same time, he owns me...fucking owns me.
Before you could think too much, he picked you up over his shoulder...the spot now feeling like a familiar friend. He loved to carry you, one, because he was strong as fuck...he wanted you to know that you were fucking someone that worked his ass off and that had all the strength you could ever desire. Second, he loved having your ass and thighs within spanking distance, always taking a few passes on your ass...as if securing his property.
As soon as you crossed into the bedroom, he tossed you on the bed and continued to give you orders, “now, I’m going to do whatever I want to make you feel good...but I don’t want to hear anything from you...not until I ask you, can you do that for your man?” “Yes, sir,” you answered. “Fuck yes!” he called out, “I fucking knew you were it, you get me babygirl.” You had no idea what to expect, no idea what was going to happen...the only thing you knew was that you loved this incredibly sexy man that seemed to be interested in nothing if not making you cum...and you were all for it.
He climbed into bed, right next to you, taking hold of both of your wrists...holding them over your head with one hand. The other spreading your legs open, finding his way into your folds. You could hear the movement of what was almost like panties now, the wetness that never ended around him...a constant feeling of arousal, an overwhelming craving for him in every part of you. He smirked watching the look on your face respond to his fingers inside of you, knowing that you were going to do everything possible to obey him and stay silent. The sensitive spots seemed to feel even more sensitive, you tried to squirm, but his grip on your wrists and the look in his eyes held you still. “I’ve never been so turned on by someone before,” he admitted. “You are such a good girl, you are taking my touch so good, aren’t you,” he looked at you as if you were a prized trophy. “Yes, sir,” you whimpered, needing to release words, sounds...anything. He smirked, “you can get away with that one babygirl, but next time I will ask for you to speak, understand?” “Yes...sir?” you answered, as if asking a question, feeling unsure.
He giggled, relaxing his hold on your wrists, and pulled his fingers out of your pussy, “relax, babygirl, relax…this is still supposed to be fun. You know you can stop all of this at any time right and we can go right back to split control. We just need a safeword...hmmm how ‘bout for now the safeword is Namjoon, because that will bring me to a screeching halt.” You shook your head, trying not to smile, “ok, that will work...for now.” He kissed you softly, as if to reassure you that it was all really ok, then his eyes darkened once more, “there we go, back to business.” As if no time had passed, his fingers were back inside of you...his eyes trained on your gaze, he just stared at you, watching every movement in your face, your eyes, your body. The intensity was intoxicating, the only sound was the differing pace of his fingers and your heavy breathing and his calm, steady...collected breathing. You couldn’t hold off anymore, he let you release...he saw how badly you needed it, how badly he wanted to give it to you.
You had been with him before, multiple times, for months of hooking up, but this...this was the most intense, incredible, insane, incomparable orgasm of your life...now you would understand the true meaning of insatiable. You knew now, you would beg, freely...without caution, without thinking, without care. Whatever you needed to do to be with him...that’s what you were gonna do...you never wanted to be without the way he made you feel, the way he made you love, the way he made you need.
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“Ahhh, Namjoon, have you met my girlfriend?” Jimin asked, in almost the same exact way that Namjoon had a few weeks before. You just stared at Jimin, you had talked about how it would go down...the way you would transition back into their friend group as his...but this, this was not what you agreed on. “Ah, yes, I have actually...I think you’ve also met my new girl too right?”, Namjoon retorted, unwilling to allow Jimin the power he craved.
“Jiminssi? How ya doing, baby?” the pretty girl, latched onto Namjoon’s arm stated in the breathiest of voices. As if hearing her call your boyfriend baby wasn’t bad enough, it wasn’t even the worst of it...the worst, was watching your confident, tough, sexy boyfriend, seemingly wither into a pile of nothingness. “Let’s go,” he pulled on your arm and led you out of the bar. You looked at Namjoon, who had a knowing look in his eye, surprising you, you had never met that Namjoon before. “Jimin, hold on. Baby, wait. What’s happening,” you were immediately nervous and confused. “Who was that?” you asked, trying to get him to stop walking, to listen to you. You stopped, tugging back on his arm, pulling him to stop and pay attention to you. “Jimin,” you held his face in between your hands, “who was she?” He shook his head, as if trying to erase the last 10 minutes of time, as if he regretted every decision he had ever made, as if...as if he was knocked down, unable to pull himself back up. The confidence, the tone, the smirk...all gone.
“Baby, listen to me, Jimin. JIMIN!” you raised your voice finally getting his attention. He stared into your eyes, his eyes were glassy, he whispered, “what?” “Babe, what’s wrong? Who was that?” you asked again, gentler, softer, loving him with your touch, look, and words. “That…” he looked into your eyes, but it was like he was looking straight through you, “...that was the reason...I’m not a relationship man.
