Part 6
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tw// angst, profanity, drinking, drunkenness, small scene depicting sexual harassment, blow job in moving car, smut, public fucking, hair pulling
“Hello, sexy man!” you answered. You had been avoiding him, ignoring calls, ignoring text messages...avoiding the whole mess that was Jimin and Joon, but tonight…
“Oh my God, babygirl! You answered?!? I’m so happy...wait where are you?” his instant relief, quickly covered by the background noise of the call. “I can’t hear you good on the phone, babyboy. You’ll need to come and find me if you want to talk,” you stitched together a few flirty syllables to combine with the overwhelming buzzed ones. “Where?” he asked, already getting dressed. “Out,” you teased. “Tell me where, now,” he stated firmly, knowing what his authoritarian voice did to you. “The club, the only fucking club, see you soon babyboy...you better come out looking fly as fuck,” you slurred, before hanging up and taking another free shot from some dude, you couldn’t remember if he was handsome or not...but it was free.
“Girl, did you just tell him to come here?” your best friend asked. “Fuck yes I did...do remember how fucking fine he is. I’m horny as fuck and these assholes in here...can’t afford to pay attention,” you were serious, but that little sliver of un-buzzed missed Jimin like crazy. You had been on a few dates, even fucked a couple of times, but nothing and no one was like him. You weren’t a fan of the drama, didn’t have time for it, but for him...you were seriously considering breaking all the rules. “Yeah, but what the fuck was all that with Namjoon and shit,” she asked, trying to get you to remember the million times you told her that you weren’t messing with it. “Girl, he is fucking sexy and goddammit...he is the fucking god of making me cum. Fuck it! I’m fucking him!” you shouted, tipping back another shot. This time the guy at the bar was next to you, evidently requiring attention for the drinks.
“Hey, beautiful, wanna dance?” he asked, his hot breath on your ear and neck, felt...well it didn’t feel like Jimin. The little percentage of your mind that hadn’t been impacted by the alcohol willed him to get there as soon as possible...because things without him were...sloppy. “Sure thing, baby,” you touched ‘alcohol provider’s’ cheek, making him feel like he was the only one, “...how about another round for my girls?” You batted your eyelashes, popped off the stool you sat on and pushed your thigh next to his cock. “Absolutely!” he smiled, you realized he was not the handsome one, and he motioned for another round for your friends. “Girl, what if he shows,” your friend asked, as you allowed ‘alcohol provider (AP)’ to grab your waist. “He will know what to do or he won’t...not my problem,” the alcohol was starting to become 100% your functioning level.
When you got to the dance floor, you were grateful that ‘alcohol provider’ had a semblance of rhythm, or maybe you were just more buzzed than you thought. Damn, if he is this good on the dance floor...maybe it doesn’t matter that he is not even on the scale of close to the sexiness of Jimin, you thought as you grinded your ass into ‘APs’ hardening package. “Wow, really?” you’d recognize that commanding voice anywhere. You felt like you could cum just hearing the vibration of his voice in your ear. You glanced up, grabbing APs hand and placing it on your thigh, closing your eyes as you pretended it was actually Jimin’s cock poking into your backside. Jimin just stood there, people dancing all around him, he just stood there...arms crossed, his lip taut between his teeth, his anger seething, his jealousy driving him, his possessiveness directing his actions.
“Sorry bro, but she belongs to me,” Jimin stated, standing directly in front of you before pulling on your hand. The feel of his soft skin on yours made you melt, for sure made your panties drip a bit more, but he was gonna work for it. You pulled your hand away and turned around to face AP, squeezing his leg between your thighs, your heart raced wishing you could see the look on Jimin’s face. You didn’t have to wait long, because just as you suspected...and hoped for, his hand was wrapped around your hair and he was growling into your ear. “I get it, you win, get your ass off of this asshole, now,” he ordered. As if you were listing the ways you wanted him to fuck you senseless, you added to his frustration holding your hand up to your ear as if you couldn’t hear what he was telling you to do. He squeezed tighter on your hair and got closer to your ear, this time licking your neck and up through behind your ear, causing a heavy coat of goosebumps to cover your body. “You want this guy to fuck you?” he placed his head next to yours as you both looked AP up and down. You shrugged, adding another hard fuck to the evening, straining to pull away from his grip to look in his eyes.
He released you slightly to allow you to speak directly to him, “Are you gonna fuck me instead babyboy?” He smirked, bringing your lips over to his, pushing a hard passionate ‘I missed the fuck out of you, thank you for calling me, let’s fuck all night’ kiss on your lips. “Does that answer your question, babygirl?” he asked, pulling you back against his body and grinding his cock into your ass. AP looked at you, as you started to grind into Jimin, holding your hand back to place on his neck and pulling him into your neck. You shrugged and yelled out, “thank you so much for the drinks AP, but this is my dick of choice.” AP looked annoyed and tried to pull back up to you, until Jimin stood still and stared him down, “Are we gonna have a problem AP?” He decided that the chance at maybe seeing your tits was not worth it and he walked away shaking his head, shrugging, thinking ‘who the fuck is AP?’
“You feel good,” you melted back into Jimin’s chest and closed your eyes, pretending that you were still together and there was no drama. “Yeah, you do babygirl...you do,” he whispered into your ear, holding his arm around the front of your body, pulling you as close to him as possible. His lips found their way to your neck and the packed dance floor disappeared. It was just you and him, swaying in front of his fireplace, in his living room...two meant to be’s that never really were. You continued to dance, every song blending into the other, just like your bodies. Being this close to him, this into him, you woke up…”I need a break.” “What the fuck?” he called out as you walked to your friends.
“Girl, what the fuck? You are the hottest fucking couple out there, get your ass back over there, fuck you weren’t kidding...none of these losers compare to how fucking hot and sexy he is,” she spewed out as quickly as possible, seeing that Jimin was walking over behind you. “Fuck this, he is just gonna show up and what, I’m just free pussy...I don’t care how fucking hot he is, how wet my pussy is, I’m not fucking 'free',” you stated, somehow having sobered to a ridiculous untruth. You could not be more free for him.
“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he smiled at your girls, all looking him over as if he were both the worst and the only man who ever existed. “Hi, Jimin, we’ve heard so much about you,” your best friend extended her hand out first. “Oh, yeah, babygirl...you’ve been talking about me?” he released, as he pushed his body into the back of you. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuqqqqqqqqqqqq, you thought inwardly. Outwardly, you ignored the smug that was dripping off of his words, “so are you all gonna come out or what?” “Oh no girl, we’re gonna leave that all to you and Mr. Sexy here,” your bolder friend murmured, completely and obviously infatuated with Jimin. You snapped her a ‘what the fuck bitch?’ look, and she immediately looked away, taking a sip of her drink. He laughed, “uh oh, I’m sorry sweetie, looks like babygirl is a little jealous, let’s stick with Jimin.” You turned around to look at him, take in all that was Park Jimin, and rolled your eyes. He placed his hand in your hair once more, only pushing his fingers in, no grip just the knowledge that he could...maybe he would. Your body whimpered. He smirked, before he scolded directly into your ear, “roll your eyes again and its not just gonna be a hard fuck.”
You looked directly into his smug, sexy, ‘I’m gonna fuck you’ face and rolled your eyes, “I’m going back out.” You pushed your way around him and sashayed back out to the dance floor. You had never really challenged him as hard as you were tonight. You figured the alcohol was helping, but you were also curious who he would be fully frustrated with you in full brat mode. “The fuck you are...not without me,” he stated, pulling your body back onto his. You couldn’t help but laugh, “wow, someone has become a little clingy, huh babyboy? Damn, pussy that good?” “I don’t like this full brat mode. I think you might actually be pissing me off...is that what you want babygirl? Because I thought you were the one who told me to come out,” he softly seethed.
You felt like all the blood flushed out of your body, but ever so stubborn, your need to be right had taken over...It had never before with Jimin, but at the moment all the confusion and mixed feelings were taking over your now drunk brain, “you don’t want to be here...then leave.” The words just seemed to drop out of your mouth, just like the bottom of your stomach, pushing off of his body to get back on the dance floor. You could practically hear the crack of his neck, but you were rolling the dice, you were worth it.
He stared at you, or maybe right through you would be the best way to describe it. You felt his eyes pierce through you and it was both hot and unsettling...the Jimin modus operandi. His tongue paced his bottom lip, back and forth, back and forth...like he would normally pace the floor of his apartment, when he was pissed, deciding his next move. You continued to catch glimpses of him as you moved through the crowd, dancing with whoever was open to it. You wished you could be inside of his head just wondering what he was thinking...what your challenge meant to him, what he wanted to happen, what he was gonna make happen.
What the fuck is this girl doing to me? She wants me out here. I come out, looking hot as fuck I might add, and she pulls this no thanks shit. It was cute at first, now I’m pissed, but also so fucking hard...fuck I need to be inside of her now, tasting that sweet pussy, feeling her wrapped around my cock...FUCK! What the fuck is she doing? She’s just gonna end up getting someone laid out. Oh babygirl, come on, you know how badly you want me. I bet she is so fucking wet, fuck she gets so wet. I’m fucking her before we even get home...Home! With me, that’s where she is going, that is where she belongs, with me. Fucking Namjoon, I can’t believe this shit again...but she didn’t cheat on me. She just...I, I didn’t explain, I let shit get stupid. Ugh the fucking phone...she probably isn’t even thinking about all of this shit, because she is drunk. God look at her, she is still the most beautiful girl...even heavily buzzed, who am I kidding, drunk..fucking drunk. What the fuck is he doing? No, that’s her ‘I don’t like it’ face.
He pulled ‘random dude’s’ hand from trying to slip up your shirt, pulling you away from dancing with him, and asked, “you ok?” You nodded, surprised, shocked really at what had unfolded.
--minutes earlier
“Fuck, you’re hot!” the guy you termed ‘random dude’ in your head seemed to be screaming in your ear. “Less talk, more dancing, random dude,” you directed. “Back that ass up, hot girl,” he stated, the sound of his voice felt gross. You were immediately uninterested and you started to pull away slowly...so as not to set off any of his asshole alarms. “Whoa, whoa, whoa...where are you going hot girl, your the one that dropped into my lap, your not gonna finish the song?” his gross voice dropped into your ear, making your stomach turn immediately and before you realized, he was trying to push his hand under your shirt. You pushed his hand away, completely disgusted and before you could react further, Jimin was there, pulling you into his arms.
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“The fuck bro,” random dude protested. “Yeah, the fuck bro,” Jimin raged, “she doesn’t want you to touch her, so don’t fucking touch her, dick!” Random dude seemed to get the message from Jimin’s tone and temperament, as he swiftly turned and left. Jimin, who had stepped in front of you, physically separating you from ‘random dude’, turned around and wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t speak, he just held you and then placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you...hot, passionate, as if kissing you was the only way he could breath...for him, that’s what it felt like. You gave all the way in. Your brat ways, kicked to the curb just like the grossness of the previous few minutes. “You fucking belong to me,” he held your face right against his, speaking, between enveloping your mouth in his, “do you understand that? You are mine!” “Yes, sir,” you declared, your loyalty to him resolute, your need for him overwhelming.
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“Fuck, I missed you, goddammit, babygirl…” he kissed you hard, picking you up and slamming you against the passenger side of his car. His hands grabbing for every part of you, needing to feel everything...nothing, literally nothing, was off limits with Jimin. “I missed you too,” you imparted between lust filled touches and passionate kisses. As was now normal, he reached under your skirt and ripped your panties off. The look in his eyes...there was just never gonna be a time where you didn’t want him to bang the fuck out of you, looking at you with those eyes. You were immediately calling out his name, his cock, filling you full...like only he could. Fucking you...like only he could. Making you cum...like only he could, quickly and absolute. “FUCK JIMIN!” you screamed, the few people gathered around their cars fading into the ‘everything else that wasn’t Jimin’. He continued to pump into you, rapidly chasing his high, needing to empty into you. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he yelled out, moaning your name, over and over. The hissing of the syllables seeping into your ear as your arms locked around his shoulders, feeling like if you let go, he would turn out to be a dream.
“Time to go,” he decided, releasing you from his grasp slowly, as if he had been thinking the same thing. When you got into his car, sliding once again on his seat, you demanded, “Mr. Park you have some significant panty replacing to do.” He giggled, breaking briefly from full control, “we’ll go shopping tomorrow. I’d love to bang you in each one of the dressing rooms. But fuck, how am I going to avoid ripping them off again?” You giggled and his feelings rushed back over him, all of those pesky feelings that made you impossible to blow off, made him want more again...to take the risk, again. He traced your forehead, gathering the wisps of hair that had fallen in front of your face, and tucking them softly behind your ear. You wanted to cry, engulfed in the delicate nature of his touch, his love for you evident. But you held it together...for him.
And then, just like a snap of your fingers, Mr. Park was back. He pushed his hand into the back of your hair, gripping tightly, and pulling your face into his lap, “hard again.” His pants were still unzipped and unbuttoned, without direction you reached in and pulled free his as described, hard cock. Your mouth stretched over it, pushing all the way down, taking in every inch of his length and width. “FUCK, YES! BABYGIRL!” he shouted, as he drove as fast as possible to his apartment. Your body shifted in the seat with each turn of the wheel, any feeling of discomfort and unease, settled by his hand firm against your back holding you in place. You could tell you were almost at his place and you could not be more grateful, the push of his length against your usually relaxed gag reflex and the chaos of the drive, churned through the abundance of alcohol within your stomach. The moment he parked, you went full on, swallowing him as his thick thighs tightened underneath you. As he released, you swallowed feverishly, trying with all your might to avoid the inevitable.
You were sick. You needed to puke. You needed to get out of his perfectly groomed car. You held your hand over your mouth as you pulled at the handle, grateful to fall on the ground as the door swung open, crawling as far away as possible from his car...then the remembrances of every single drink of the evening revisited you outside of your body. Your body convulsed as it worked to empty the ‘shots, shots, shots shot’ and the ‘sex on the beach, twice drink’ and the ‘fuck it, it’s free beer’. You didn’t even have the mental capacity to be embarrassed, your body was surely putting you through a test of your dignity. You didn’t realize, until your body allowed you a break between round 2 and 3, that Jimin had been there...right next to you, holding back your hair, and rubbing your back. Passing the boyfriend test your body was putting him through with flying colors. “It’s ok babygirl? Just let it all go, you’re ok,” he reassured you, making you feel better, at least mentally. His touch on your back, his care, his ability to avoid joining you...you had never been more in love in your life.
“Oh my God, babygirl! You answered?!? I’m so happy...wait where are you?” his instant relief, quickly covered by the background noise of the call. “I can’t hear you good on the phone, babyboy. You’ll need to come and find me if you want to talk,” you stitched together a few flirty syllables to combine with the overwhelming buzzed ones. “Where?” he asked, already getting dressed. “Out,” you teased. “Tell me where, now,” he stated firmly, knowing what his authoritarian voice did to you. “The club, the only fucking club, see you soon babyboy...you better come out looking fly as fuck,” you slurred, before hanging up and taking another free shot from some dude, you couldn’t remember if he was handsome or not...but it was free.
“Girl, did you just tell him to come here?” your best friend asked. “Fuck yes I did...do remember how fucking fine he is. I’m horny as fuck and these assholes in here...can’t afford to pay attention,” you were serious, but that little sliver of un-buzzed missed Jimin like crazy. You had been on a few dates, even fucked a couple of times, but nothing and no one was like him. You weren’t a fan of the drama, didn’t have time for it, but for him...you were seriously considering breaking all the rules. “Yeah, but what the fuck was all that with Namjoon and shit,” she asked, trying to get you to remember the million times you told her that you weren’t messing with it. “Girl, he is fucking sexy and goddammit...he is the fucking god of making me cum. Fuck it! I’m fucking him!” you shouted, tipping back another shot. This time the guy at the bar was next to you, evidently requiring attention for the drinks.
“Hey, beautiful, wanna dance?” he asked, his hot breath on your ear and neck, felt...well it didn’t feel like Jimin. The little percentage of your mind that hadn’t been impacted by the alcohol willed him to get there as soon as possible...because things without him were...sloppy. “Sure thing, baby,” you touched ‘alcohol provider’s’ cheek, making him feel like he was the only one, “...how about another round for my girls?” You batted your eyelashes, popped off the stool you sat on and pushed your thigh next to his cock. “Absolutely!” he smiled, you realized he was not the handsome one, and he motioned for another round for your friends. “Girl, what if he shows,” your friend asked, as you allowed ‘alcohol provider (AP)’ to grab your waist. “He will know what to do or he won’t...not my problem,” the alcohol was starting to become 100% your functioning level.
When you got to the dance floor, you were grateful that ‘alcohol provider’ had a semblance of rhythm, or maybe you were just more buzzed than you thought. Damn, if he is this good on the dance floor...maybe it doesn’t matter that he is not even on the scale of close to the sexiness of Jimin, you thought as you grinded your ass into ‘APs’ hardening package. “Wow, really?” you’d recognize that commanding voice anywhere. You felt like you could cum just hearing the vibration of his voice in your ear. You glanced up, grabbing APs hand and placing it on your thigh, closing your eyes as you pretended it was actually Jimin’s cock poking into your backside. Jimin just stood there, people dancing all around him, he just stood there...arms crossed, his lip taut between his teeth, his anger seething, his jealousy driving him, his possessiveness directing his actions.
“Sorry bro, but she belongs to me,” Jimin stated, standing directly in front of you before pulling on your hand. The feel of his soft skin on yours made you melt, for sure made your panties drip a bit more, but he was gonna work for it. You pulled your hand away and turned around to face AP, squeezing his leg between your thighs, your heart raced wishing you could see the look on Jimin’s face. You didn’t have to wait long, because just as you suspected...and hoped for, his hand was wrapped around your hair and he was growling into your ear. “I get it, you win, get your ass off of this asshole, now,” he ordered. As if you were listing the ways you wanted him to fuck you senseless, you added to his frustration holding your hand up to your ear as if you couldn’t hear what he was telling you to do. He squeezed tighter on your hair and got closer to your ear, this time licking your neck and up through behind your ear, causing a heavy coat of goosebumps to cover your body. “You want this guy to fuck you?” he placed his head next to yours as you both looked AP up and down. You shrugged, adding another hard fuck to the evening, straining to pull away from his grip to look in his eyes.
He released you slightly to allow you to speak directly to him, “Are you gonna fuck me instead babyboy?” He smirked, bringing your lips over to his, pushing a hard passionate ‘I missed the fuck out of you, thank you for calling me, let’s fuck all night’ kiss on your lips. “Does that answer your question, babygirl?” he asked, pulling you back against his body and grinding his cock into your ass. AP looked at you, as you started to grind into Jimin, holding your hand back to place on his neck and pulling him into your neck. You shrugged and yelled out, “thank you so much for the drinks AP, but this is my dick of choice.” AP looked annoyed and tried to pull back up to you, until Jimin stood still and stared him down, “Are we gonna have a problem AP?” He decided that the chance at maybe seeing your tits was not worth it and he walked away shaking his head, shrugging, thinking ‘who the fuck is AP?’
“You feel good,” you melted back into Jimin’s chest and closed your eyes, pretending that you were still together and there was no drama. “Yeah, you do babygirl...you do,” he whispered into your ear, holding his arm around the front of your body, pulling you as close to him as possible. His lips found their way to your neck and the packed dance floor disappeared. It was just you and him, swaying in front of his fireplace, in his living room...two meant to be’s that never really were. You continued to dance, every song blending into the other, just like your bodies. Being this close to him, this into him, you woke up…”I need a break.” “What the fuck?” he called out as you walked to your friends.
“Girl, what the fuck? You are the hottest fucking couple out there, get your ass back over there, fuck you weren’t kidding...none of these losers compare to how fucking hot and sexy he is,” she spewed out as quickly as possible, seeing that Jimin was walking over behind you. “Fuck this, he is just gonna show up and what, I’m just free pussy...I don’t care how fucking hot he is, how wet my pussy is, I’m not fucking 'free',” you stated, somehow having sobered to a ridiculous untruth. You could not be more free for him.
“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he smiled at your girls, all looking him over as if he were both the worst and the only man who ever existed. “Hi, Jimin, we’ve heard so much about you,” your best friend extended her hand out first. “Oh, yeah, babygirl...you’ve been talking about me?” he released, as he pushed his body into the back of you. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuqqqqqqqqqqqq, you thought inwardly. Outwardly, you ignored the smug that was dripping off of his words, “so are you all gonna come out or what?” “Oh no girl, we’re gonna leave that all to you and Mr. Sexy here,” your bolder friend murmured, completely and obviously infatuated with Jimin. You snapped her a ‘what the fuck bitch?’ look, and she immediately looked away, taking a sip of her drink. He laughed, “uh oh, I’m sorry sweetie, looks like babygirl is a little jealous, let’s stick with Jimin.” You turned around to look at him, take in all that was Park Jimin, and rolled your eyes. He placed his hand in your hair once more, only pushing his fingers in, no grip just the knowledge that he could...maybe he would. Your body whimpered. He smirked, before he scolded directly into your ear, “roll your eyes again and its not just gonna be a hard fuck.”
You looked directly into his smug, sexy, ‘I’m gonna fuck you’ face and rolled your eyes, “I’m going back out.” You pushed your way around him and sashayed back out to the dance floor. You had never really challenged him as hard as you were tonight. You figured the alcohol was helping, but you were also curious who he would be fully frustrated with you in full brat mode. “The fuck you are...not without me,” he stated, pulling your body back onto his. You couldn’t help but laugh, “wow, someone has become a little clingy, huh babyboy? Damn, pussy that good?” “I don’t like this full brat mode. I think you might actually be pissing me off...is that what you want babygirl? Because I thought you were the one who told me to come out,” he softly seethed.
You felt like all the blood flushed out of your body, but ever so stubborn, your need to be right had taken over...It had never before with Jimin, but at the moment all the confusion and mixed feelings were taking over your now drunk brain, “you don’t want to be here...then leave.” The words just seemed to drop out of your mouth, just like the bottom of your stomach, pushing off of his body to get back on the dance floor. You could practically hear the crack of his neck, but you were rolling the dice, you were worth it.
He stared at you, or maybe right through you would be the best way to describe it. You felt his eyes pierce through you and it was both hot and unsettling...the Jimin modus operandi. His tongue paced his bottom lip, back and forth, back and forth...like he would normally pace the floor of his apartment, when he was pissed, deciding his next move. You continued to catch glimpses of him as you moved through the crowd, dancing with whoever was open to it. You wished you could be inside of his head just wondering what he was thinking...what your challenge meant to him, what he wanted to happen, what he was gonna make happen.
What the fuck is this girl doing to me? She wants me out here. I come out, looking hot as fuck I might add, and she pulls this no thanks shit. It was cute at first, now I’m pissed, but also so fucking hard...fuck I need to be inside of her now, tasting that sweet pussy, feeling her wrapped around my cock...FUCK! What the fuck is she doing? She’s just gonna end up getting someone laid out. Oh babygirl, come on, you know how badly you want me. I bet she is so fucking wet, fuck she gets so wet. I’m fucking her before we even get home...Home! With me, that’s where she is going, that is where she belongs, with me. Fucking Namjoon, I can’t believe this shit again...but she didn’t cheat on me. She just...I, I didn’t explain, I let shit get stupid. Ugh the fucking phone...she probably isn’t even thinking about all of this shit, because she is drunk. God look at her, she is still the most beautiful girl...even heavily buzzed, who am I kidding, drunk..fucking drunk. What the fuck is he doing? No, that’s her ‘I don’t like it’ face.
He pulled ‘random dude’s’ hand from trying to slip up your shirt, pulling you away from dancing with him, and asked, “you ok?” You nodded, surprised, shocked really at what had unfolded.
--minutes earlier
“Fuck, you’re hot!” the guy you termed ‘random dude’ in your head seemed to be screaming in your ear. “Less talk, more dancing, random dude,” you directed. “Back that ass up, hot girl,” he stated, the sound of his voice felt gross. You were immediately uninterested and you started to pull away slowly...so as not to set off any of his asshole alarms. “Whoa, whoa, whoa...where are you going hot girl, your the one that dropped into my lap, your not gonna finish the song?” his gross voice dropped into your ear, making your stomach turn immediately and before you realized, he was trying to push his hand under your shirt. You pushed his hand away, completely disgusted and before you could react further, Jimin was there, pulling you into his arms.
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“The fuck bro,” random dude protested. “Yeah, the fuck bro,” Jimin raged, “she doesn’t want you to touch her, so don’t fucking touch her, dick!” Random dude seemed to get the message from Jimin’s tone and temperament, as he swiftly turned and left. Jimin, who had stepped in front of you, physically separating you from ‘random dude’, turned around and wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t speak, he just held you and then placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you...hot, passionate, as if kissing you was the only way he could breath...for him, that’s what it felt like. You gave all the way in. Your brat ways, kicked to the curb just like the grossness of the previous few minutes. “You fucking belong to me,” he held your face right against his, speaking, between enveloping your mouth in his, “do you understand that? You are mine!” “Yes, sir,” you declared, your loyalty to him resolute, your need for him overwhelming.
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“Fuck, I missed you, goddammit, babygirl…” he kissed you hard, picking you up and slamming you against the passenger side of his car. His hands grabbing for every part of you, needing to feel everything...nothing, literally nothing, was off limits with Jimin. “I missed you too,” you imparted between lust filled touches and passionate kisses. As was now normal, he reached under your skirt and ripped your panties off. The look in his eyes...there was just never gonna be a time where you didn’t want him to bang the fuck out of you, looking at you with those eyes. You were immediately calling out his name, his cock, filling you full...like only he could. Fucking you...like only he could. Making you cum...like only he could, quickly and absolute. “FUCK JIMIN!” you screamed, the few people gathered around their cars fading into the ‘everything else that wasn’t Jimin’. He continued to pump into you, rapidly chasing his high, needing to empty into you. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he yelled out, moaning your name, over and over. The hissing of the syllables seeping into your ear as your arms locked around his shoulders, feeling like if you let go, he would turn out to be a dream.
“Time to go,” he decided, releasing you from his grasp slowly, as if he had been thinking the same thing. When you got into his car, sliding once again on his seat, you demanded, “Mr. Park you have some significant panty replacing to do.” He giggled, breaking briefly from full control, “we’ll go shopping tomorrow. I’d love to bang you in each one of the dressing rooms. But fuck, how am I going to avoid ripping them off again?” You giggled and his feelings rushed back over him, all of those pesky feelings that made you impossible to blow off, made him want more again...to take the risk, again. He traced your forehead, gathering the wisps of hair that had fallen in front of your face, and tucking them softly behind your ear. You wanted to cry, engulfed in the delicate nature of his touch, his love for you evident. But you held it together...for him.
And then, just like a snap of your fingers, Mr. Park was back. He pushed his hand into the back of your hair, gripping tightly, and pulling your face into his lap, “hard again.” His pants were still unzipped and unbuttoned, without direction you reached in and pulled free his as described, hard cock. Your mouth stretched over it, pushing all the way down, taking in every inch of his length and width. “FUCK, YES! BABYGIRL!” he shouted, as he drove as fast as possible to his apartment. Your body shifted in the seat with each turn of the wheel, any feeling of discomfort and unease, settled by his hand firm against your back holding you in place. You could tell you were almost at his place and you could not be more grateful, the push of his length against your usually relaxed gag reflex and the chaos of the drive, churned through the abundance of alcohol within your stomach. The moment he parked, you went full on, swallowing him as his thick thighs tightened underneath you. As he released, you swallowed feverishly, trying with all your might to avoid the inevitable.
You were sick. You needed to puke. You needed to get out of his perfectly groomed car. You held your hand over your mouth as you pulled at the handle, grateful to fall on the ground as the door swung open, crawling as far away as possible from his car...then the remembrances of every single drink of the evening revisited you outside of your body. Your body convulsed as it worked to empty the ‘shots, shots, shots shot’ and the ‘sex on the beach, twice drink’ and the ‘fuck it, it’s free beer’. You didn’t even have the mental capacity to be embarrassed, your body was surely putting you through a test of your dignity. You didn’t realize, until your body allowed you a break between round 2 and 3, that Jimin had been there...right next to you, holding back your hair, and rubbing your back. Passing the boyfriend test your body was putting him through with flying colors. “It’s ok babygirl? Just let it all go, you’re ok,” he reassured you, making you feel better, at least mentally. His touch on your back, his care, his ability to avoid joining you...you had never been more in love in your life.
