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The Choreographer - Part 3

Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Summary: As the assistant choreographer for BTS, you are often responsible for helping the guys rehearse one-on-one. Professional and courteous as you try to act on the job, there is no denying that deep within you lies a submissive, thirsty slut, dying to come out and play. Everyone knows scandal would cost you your job, but sometimes the tension can become unbearable.

It’s too bad. But it’s too sweet.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Grinding, drinking, partying, jealousy, angst, fluff, forbidden affairs, fingering, oral (f receiving), foul language, light bondage, spanking, very rough sex, D/s dynamic, unprotected sex, and honestly so much smut written in great detail. Seriously the plot disintegrates 3k words in and the last 2k words are 100% filthy smut. 

Word count: 5.7k

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 The next morning, you awoke to the sound of your alarm. Feeling a little hazy, but otherwise fine, you reached for the glass of water Jimin had left on your nightstand and chugged it. Thank god he had forced you to take that Tylenol and rehydrate yourself before you went to sleep last night, or else you’d be feeling much worse for the wear today.

You checked your phone and saw another text from Jimin.

[Jimin: 11:01] Good morning :) How are you feeling today?

[You: 11:03] Pretty decent. Thanks for taking care of me.

[Jimin: 11:06] Happy to hear. See you at the venue.

You rested your head on your knees. It was sweet of him to check up on you. It seemed like things were relatively fine between the two of you, even after you had made a drunken fool of yourself. What were you thinking, trying to pull that shit on Jimin? Not only could it damage your professional reputation had he not been so gracious, but it could cause issues between him and Jungkook.

That is, if it hasn’t already. True, at the time Jungkook had his outburst, nothing had even happened between you and Jimin. But that was no longer the case, and you shuddered at what his reaction would be if he ever found out, considering how upset he got with you for just sitting next to Jimin. You also missed him. He had only given you a small taste of how good it was, and you craved more. After last night however, that didn’t seem likely. Somehow, you had managed to fuck it up already.

The whole thing was turning into a mess. You didn’t know how you were going to make it through the day without some sort of confrontation. You knew you had to play nice—both men had the ability to single-handedly end your career if either of them reported your actions to your superiors. Even though Jungkook had reciprocated, it was your word against his should something come up.

As you drove to the venue, your nerves only worsened. You tried to pull yourself together, remembering that you needed to focus and assist with optimizing the spacing on stage to provide the best visuals for the cameras.

You arrived well before Mr. Son and the boys, hoping to do the majority of your planning without distraction. When you were happy with your decisions on the stage layout, you took a spot near the back of the venue, trying your best to blend in with the dark corner as you waited for everyone to arrive.

Jimin was the first to see you, walking over and giving you a warm hug as soon as he entered the staging area. Jungkook was still backstage somewhere.

“Can we talk privately?” you asked. He nodded and followed you as you led him into a stairwell.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Well before I get into it, I wanted to thank you again for taking care of me last night. I was in poor shape.”

“It really wasn’t a problem,” he said sincerely.

You hesitated, not knowing how best to articulate the next part.

“And I also wanted to thank you for stopping.”

“Stopping what?” he asked innocently. You paused again, clearly uncomfortable with verbally acknowledging it. He noticed and took your hand in his.

“I understand. Really, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m really sorry. I was acting stupid. I had too much to drink and have just been going through some shit,” you admitted. Saying it out loud made it all the more real, and you felt a bitterness well up.

“Guy problems still bothering you?” he asked, referring to the conversation you had yesterday.

You looked at the ceiling and did your best to blink back tears. He wrapped his comforting arms around you and stroked your head. “It’ll be okay. I’m here if you need someone to talk to.”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about how much of an idiot I was last night?” you whispered into his shoulder.

“You’re not an idiot,” he protested. “But I promise. Not a word.”

You stood there, lingering in his embrace and savoring his warmth for a few moments before you went back in to join the others for rehearsal. Jungkook noticed you two walking in together.

“Fucking unbelievable,” you thought you heard him mutter under his breath, causing you to clench your jaw in an effort to hold your tongue. You would sort it out later. Now was not the right time.

Somehow, you were able to make it through the dry runs and the performance, helping out where needed and adjusting the spacing to make the best use of the stage. You watched from the wings as your boys pulled off the dance moves flawlessly, causing you to swell with pride.

Jimin moved gracefully across the stage with ease, looking as polished as ever. He had some of the best technical skills you’ve seen from an idol. His movements were fluid and his form was perfect.

You turned your attention to Jungkook. As angry as you were with him, you had to admit he was undeniably sexy. His toned body moved effortlessly through the choreography as if he were born to perform it. He maintained phenomenal breath control, not letting the complicated steps affect his pitch in the least. Try as you might, you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting him, even if doing so was turning your personal and professional life upside down.

After the performance was over, everyone celebrated backstage at what a success it had been. Jimin came over and wrapped you in yet another one of his signature hugs.

“You all were amazing,” you said, addressing the group as a whole. Jimin beamed. They continued to congratulate each other on a job well done, and you slipped away to pack up your things quietly, hoping to make your escape in peace. Jungkook was still giving you the cold shoulder and the last thing you wanted was another confrontation in front of the others.

“After party at the dorm,” Jimin’s voice came from behind you, startling you only slightly, “you in?”

He batted his eyelashes in a successful attempt to look cute. You suspected there would be some sort of after party. It was normal occurrence after comeback performances. But you thought it was better if you skipped this one. They tended to get pretty rowdy, and you could imagine what problems could arise when you threw your colleagues, your hookups, and yourself in a room together and added alcohol into the mix.

“Thanks, but I better not. I don’t want a repeat of last night.”

“What if I get drunk and try to kiss Hobi? Would that make you feel better?” he asked, causing you to snort in an attempt to hold back your laugh.

“I don’t know, Jimin…” He grabbed your hand and looked you in the eyes.

“I’d really like for you to come,” he said sincerely, “even if it’s just for an hour. Everyone should be there to celebrate.”

He was very good at being persuasive.

You sighed and gave in, playfully shoving Jimin out of the way. “Fine. I guess.”

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You arrived a little late to the party, stopping home first to change out of your sweaty dance attire and into something more fitting for the setting. Something that might catch Jungkook’s attention. Having strapped on some heels to show off how your toned legs looked in high-waisted shorts, you felt confident walking in.

The push-up bra was a nice touch. Usually your breasts were well-hidden beneath a sports bra. Tonight, your cleavage was on full display in a low-cut tank top. You had even a subtle smoky eye, which was a look you didn’t often get to wear with your job. You hoped if you looked hot enough, he may regret shutting you out.

As you walked in, the party was already well underway. Different members of the staff and crew were sharing drinks with the boys, and it appeared as if everyone already had a few in them.

“Hey, you made it!” Namjoon exclaimed, walking over to you and handing you a drink. “I’m happy you came.”

You smiled graciously and accepted the drink, even though you weren’t planning on drinking. You figured you could dump it and replace it with water anyway. Always gracious hosts, they guys could be a little pushy sometimes, insisting you partake in whatever food or drink they offered. A decoy drink would prevent that.  

It was probably good that you came out. You didn’t want drama with Jungkook to affect your friendships with everyone else. When Namjoon was pulled back into the crowd by some friends, you took a seat on one of the stools lining the kitchen island which had been converted into a makeshift bar. Pretending to nurse your beer, you scanned the crowd of faces before you. As you suspected, Jungkook was pretending not to notice you, while still glancing over in your direction every so often. Most likely watching for Jimin’s presence.

You were tempted to approach him, but you weren’t sure what to say, so you decided to join the small crowd dancing in the center of the living room. It wasn’t often that you got to dance for fun. Usually it was work.

Taehyung was at the center, clearly enjoying himself and moving along to the music. He saw you and motioned for you to join him, which you did happily. Finally, someone with whom you had no tension. You both danced about innocently enough, though you exaggerated the swaying of your hips when you noticed Jungkook’s eyes on you. He bit his lip, and you smiled to yourself, knowing your efforts were working.

Eventually, he gave in and came to join you on the dance floor. He placed his hands on your hips and swayed along with you. Your skin felt like it was on fire under his touch. The heat of his body reignited the spark of lust within you once again. Your eyes lingered on his chest, wishing you could tear his shirt off him.

The party was filled with your coworkers and acquaintances, all of whom had the no-scandals rule drilled into them multiple times. Though most of them were drunk, you couldn’t risk getting handsy with him beyond what could reasonably pass for dancing. It took everything within you to keep from crashing your mouth into his when his thumbs dug into the grooves between your hip bones. As weird as it had been with him lately, there was no denying the unspoken sexual energy between you.

He gazed at you intensely with parted lips, and you clutched his shoulders a little tighter. The two of you moved in unison, much the way you had back in the practice room on the floor. He leaned in to whisper, close enough that his lips brushed your ear, making sure only you could hear him.

“If we were alone, I’d bend you over this couch and fuck you until you screamed my name.”

You whimpered, unable to control the arousal that was stirring inside you. He inched his body closer to yours. The crowd around you had become so thick that nobody noticed when he pressed his thigh between your legs.

In your head, you saw flashbacks of the other night, straddling his thigh and writhing in pleasure as he fingered you. He knew exactly where your mind had gone. He gripped your hips harder and rolled your lower body into his, so his leg rubbed against your cunt briefly, before he was back in a normal stance, dancing with you casually.

The song ended, and Jungkook smirked, leaning in once again to whisper.

“I can tell you’re trying to hide how wet you are. Enjoy the party.”

Just like that, he was off to refill his drink, leaving you a sweaty, panting mess. Jungkook had only been reminding you how desperate you were for his cock to fill you again. He meant to get you hot and bothered, but you didn’t know if he was actually planning on doing anything about it, or if he was punishing you.

Mind reeling, you decided to step out on the balcony to catch your breath. Taking in the cool night air, you leaned against the railing and tried to steady yourself. Everyone else was inside, so the solitude afforded you the opportunity to clear your head of all the hormones that had been taking you for a ride.

What kind of game was Jungkook playing? Was he over his jealousy? Was he too turned on to care? Or was he trying to steal your attention back to himself after you had been spending more time with Jimin? You weren’t sure of his motivations, but you secretly hoped he would continue, missing the feeling of his thigh between your legs…

“Everything okay?” a voice broke you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at its owner and saw Jimin stepping out and sliding the door closed after him. He smiled and handed you a glass of wine, which you tentatively accepted.

“Cheers,” he said, clinking your glass with his before taking a sip. He seemed just a little tipsy. You nursed yours reluctantly, half wanting to throw it back and forget the thoughts that had been plaguing you, and half knowing you should remain sober enough to drive home. Staying could mean trouble. One way or another.

“So…?” he asked, breaking you out of your thoughts once again. You raised your eyebrows in question.. “You never answered. Everything okay with you?”

“Oh,” you said, casually shrugging off his concern. “Yeah, everything’s perfect. Just needed some fresh air, you know.” He gave you a look that hinted at disbelief. “Hey, great job again today,” you continued, turning the focus back on him.

He gave a sheepish grin. “Thanks. I feel like it went well.” His hand went up to rub the back of his neck, and he looked away.

“Looked flawless from where I was standing.”

“I’m glad you made it,” he said, changing the subject once again. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to show.”

“I stopped back home to change.”

“I noticed,” he said, and stepped back to look you up and down. “Very nice.”

You hoped the blush on your cheeks could be attributed to the wine as you looked away and took a second sip, not knowing how to respond.

“You know, I keep thinking about last night,” he said, after a while.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. “Yeah. Sorry again—”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he cut you off before you could go on. You waited patiently while he thought for a moment, trying to find the right words.

“I was thinking about what might have happened if the situation was different.”

“If I wasn’t drunk, or if you hadn’t left?”

“Either, I guess.”

You looked at him, and he raised an eyebrow, wanting you to fill in the blanks.

“Probably something stupid,” you said, taking another sip of wine.

“How stupid?”

“Pretty fucking stupid.”

He stepped in to close some of the distance between you. “Stupid can be fun,” he said in a low voice, just barely above a whisper.

You ran your fingers along the rim of your glass, feeling hot under his gaze and the implications behind his words. Just then, the glass door slid open and Jungkook stepped through.

He stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of the two of you. “Oh,” he said, and abruptly walked back inside. You watched through the glass as he grabbed one of the makeup artists and started dancing with her.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you muttered and sighed in frustration, turning back around so you could avoid watching the spectacle taking place inside. Jimin looked confused.

“I take it you didn’t smooth things over?”

“Apparently not,” you said, and downed the rest of your drink.

“You know, that’s a vintage Bordeaux. Not really meant to be chugged,” he pointed out with a chuckle, amused by your sudden interest in intoxication.

“I need a refill,” you said flatly, and Jimin followed you back inside as you headed to the display of booze on the island. You avoided looking at Jungkook grinding on the makeup artist as you passed. Jimin didn’t pry any further, instead taking your glass and replacing it with a plastic cup filled with beer.

“If you’re looking to pound something, look no further.” Your eyes widened in surprise at his forwardness.

“The beer,” he clarified with a smirk, understanding where your mind had gone.

“Oh. Right.” You took the drink and downed half of it, not sure how to recover from that.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked.

Rather than answer, you slammed the rest of your drink back and grabbed his hand and led him out onto the dance floor. You pulled his body in close and felt his arm wrap around your waist. Feeling the booze finally hit your system, you let your inhibitions slip away, and began moving your body against his.

Both wanting to piss Jungkook off and wanting to forget about him altogether, you displayed your most suggestive dance skills, twerking and gyrating all over Jimin, who eagerly matched the seductiveness of your movements with his own. He pulled you in closer to him, trying to hide the amusement apparent on his face.

Licking his lips, he stared down at you intensely. “Do you want another drink?” he asked over the music. You nodded.

“If you have one, will you be okay to drive?” You shook your head.

“Do you have a ride?” he followed up. Again, you shook your head.

He paused before he continued, looking around to see if anyone was watching. He leaned in so only you could hear him.

“Do you want to stay here?” You said nothing, but the way your grip on his back tightened answered his question. He bit his lip and held your hips a little tighter. He surveyed the room, searching for any prying eyes, but everyone was too far gone by that point.

You ducked down beneath the crowd as he led you away from the main area, down the hall, and up a flight of stairs before finally stopping at the door of his bedroom. He unlocked it and allowed you to step inside first.

You studied the room. A partition divided the space between his and Hoseok’s sides, but he still locked the door behind him to keep his roommate from walking in. You sat on his bed while he fiddled with his speakers, finding appropriate music to complement the mood.

“Wait here,” he said, and he walked back out the door, leaving you alone for a moment to catch your breath. You looked around his room at the various photos and decorations lining the shelves. His taste in décor was both cute and artistic you noted, before your eyes landed on a picture of him and Jungkook. You chose to ignore the nagging thought that you may be damaging their friendship. You could be a better person tomorrow. Now was not the time, nor the place. Tonight was for making mistakes.

Jimin returned shortly, carrying two large wine glasses and a bottle of wine. “Sorry it took so long,” he said and handed you a glass. “I wanted to make sure nobody saw me.” He uncorked the bottle with his teeth before pouring you a generous amount of wine. He poured one for himself as well and leaned on the desk across from you.

“Before we get too carried away,” he started, “are you sober enough to be making decisions about these things?” he asked.

You nodded. “I know what I’m doing.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” You nodded again.

“And you?” you asked, before taking long sip from your glass. You knew he had been drinking too. Probably more than you had been.

“I’ve wanted this for a while,” he answered, drinking deeply from his own glass.

“My turn,” you said. “I need to know. Does this mean anything to you?”

He pondered for a minute, trying to read your expression, and took another drink before answering. “You and I both know that it can’t mean anything. Not under these circumstances.”

That’s what you had wanted to hear. As much as you liked him, you both knew the situation you were in. At least Jimin would be able to handle it.

It didn’t take long for you to down the rest of your wine. Jimin finished his off too, and took the empty glass from you, setting them both on the bedside table. He casually made his way to the edge of the bed and stood in front of you. He stayed still for a few moments, watching your demeanor. You reclined slightly and met his gaze.

Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his seductive lips against yours.

It was different with Jimin. He didn’t kiss you with the same urgency Jungkook had. His kisses and caresses were slow and patient, meant to be savored. He didn’t lose control over his actions. In fact, his seemed extremely deliberate, toying with different sensations to see what you responded to the most.

He softly nipped at your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to give his tongue full access. He tasted like the fine wine you had been sharing all night. He smelled like vanilla and sandalwood—musky, but with a hint of sweetness. You ran your fingers through his hair and he exhaled against your skin, closing his eyes to focus on your touch.

His hand came up to your collarbone and he pressed his fingers lightly against it, guiding you backwards until you were fully reclined on the bed. Gracefully, he climbed on top of you. The weight of his body felt warm and welcome. He continued kissing you slowly.

One of his knees rested in between yours, and you tilted your hips up to press against him, feeling the thickness of his thighs putting just enough pressure where your damp lace panties stuck to you. You whined softly as his hand rand down your side to grip the back of your thigh and wrapped it around him.

He moved his kisses over to your earlobe, which he took between his full pink lips and tugged slightly. Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, and he lifted his arms so you could peel it off of him, tossing it to the floor. He reciprocated, sliding your tank top off your body and discarding carelessly it to the side.

His naked torso sank back down to rest on you, skin against skin, lips attacking your collarbone. You could feel his growing erection pressing against you.

Trailing his lips down from your collarbone, he reached his hands to unclasp your bra, exposing your hard nipples to the cool night air. Taking one in his mouth, he demonstrated extreme dexterity with his tongue, swirling it around and applying just the right amount of pressure to make you moan softly underneath him.

Jimin knew what he was doing. That had become apparent as he trailed soft kisses from your nipples down your torso. It was difficult to remain patient as he casually unbuttoned your shorts to remove them. When he got to your panties, he pressed another kiss to the skin above the waistband, before taking it in his teeth. He started to peel them off you and a thin string of your essence bridged the gap, stretching from the soaked lace back to your pussy. You lifted your hips so he could drag them down your body with his mouth.

Sitting back up, he placed a hand on the plane of skin between your hip bones. His thumb started lazily circling your clit while he surveyed the sight beneath him. At his touch, your hips bucked, and you let out a sharp gasp. His eyes glided up and down your body and he marveled at how wet you were already, before moving his head down between your thighs.

To say Jimin was good at eating pussy would be an offensive understatement. He was fucking incredible. His tongue could win awards on its own, but when paired with his perfect pink lips that expertly sucked on your clit, the experience was on another level.

Swirling his tongue around, he wrapped his arms around each of your thighs and pulled you into him harder, before letting go with one hand so he could insert a finger into you. After making sure you were nice and slick, he added a second, palm facing up so he could curl his fingers toward his target. He began pumping them up and down, beating a steady tattoo against your g-spot. A loud moan escaped from your mouth.

He paused briefly to shush you, not wanting any of the party guests to discover the sin taking place within the room. You bit your lip to keep from moaning again as his tongue licked a long strip along your slit before his fingers resumed their assault on your pussy. He matched the flicks of his tongue with the pace of his hands and it didn’t take long before you could feel a heat building below your abdomen. Your fingers ran through his hair and you tried to coax his mouth back to yours, unsuccessfully.

“Jimin, you’re going to make me come if you don’t stop,” you whispered.

“And?” you heard him ask from between your thighs.

“I still want you.”

He paused to respond. “There will be plenty of time for that.” He dove back down so his tongue could continue attacking your clit. Inhaling sharply, legs quivering, the sensations he was causing made you buck your hips up again.

Growing impatient with your interruptions, he took a strong hand to your pubic bone and with it, he firmly pinned you down against the bed so he could continue ravaging your pussy with his mouth. Your body was quickly hurtling once again towards ecstasy, but you still wanted to feel him inside of you. Your hands went to his head again so you could guide him back up.

Sighing in annoyance, he sat up and pulled away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then he started undoing his belt. You waited in anticipation for him to remove the rest of his clothes and fuck you.

Sliding it from the loops in his jeans, it became clear that Jimin had other plans.

“I’m not done,” he said quietly but firmly, and pinned your greedy hands above your head. He used his belt to secure both of your wrists to the frame of his headboard, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight before moving his face back down between your legs.

Your lower lip was raw as you bit it hard to keep any more sounds from escaping. He had doubled down his efforts. You arched your back as he moved his fingers inside you and took your clit between his lips, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over you.

Your muscles tensed and your breath quickened. You were approaching the edge very quickly.

“Now. Come,” he whispered. And you did. Hard.

He planted his mouth at your opening so he could taste all of it, not wanting to let any of you go to waste. The muscular walls of your core contracted and released several times as the waves of your orgasm washed up and down your entire body. A moan got caught in your throat. Your heart pounded. He encircled your thighs with his arms and pulled you into him firmly so you could ride out your orgasm on his face, until finally your muscles relaxed.

Sweaty, panting, and incapable of moving, you laid there trying to catch your breath while he gazed affectionately down at your wrecked body. Jimin removed the belt from your wrists and allowed you to drape your arms around his back as he kissed you sweetly.

“I’ll let you get your bearings before I go on,” he whispered, not wanting to overstimulate you just yet. He dotted your neck with gentle kisses as the blood returned to the rest of your body. Once you caught your breath, his kissing picked up a renewed intensity.  

Your hands snaked down to his jeans to remove the rest of his clothes. This time, he didn’t stop you. Once he was free from his clothing, you allowed yourself to admire his body. Taking note of his girth, you took his cock in your hands and began stroking him.

He pressed his lips together and he tilted his head back, shutting his eyes. He let out a soft groan. You moved to place your mouth on it, but he stopped you.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said, and moved one of his legs between yours to force them farther apart. He lifted your right leg up to rest on his shoulder, tilting your body to the left. He then dipped two fingers inside you again to collect some of your essence, which he used to stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with your opening.

He paused to look at you, making sure you were ready. You nodded. He carefully glided the swollen tip first before pushing farther in and finally bottoming out inside you. You grabbed a pillow to throw over your face so you could muffle a loud groan. This position was new to you, and you swore to god you’ve never felt anyone this deep inside you. He stretched you out perfectly, almost to the point of discomfort, but so, so good. He moved back slightly before sliding into you once again. You rocked your hips, eager for more.

Encouraged by your response, he repeated the movement at a casual, steady pace, easing in and out of you, and giving you an opportunity to get accustomed to his size. You didn’t possess his same patience, however. You locked eyes with him.  

“Fuck it up, Jimin.”

And he did.

His hips slammed into you with all the force of his lust behind them. The bed frame groaned and creaked with inertia, but he didn’t slow down. A series of expletives fell out of his mouth in low whispers. He wrapped his arm around your leg and used it for leverage, teeth nipping at the skin.

“Fuck. You take my cock so good,” he groaned quietly. He pressed against your collarbone with one of his hands, the other still wrapped around your leg. He was not quite choking you, but the threat that he could was looming, causing your senses to heighten. You wanted more.

“Shit, Jimin,” you panted, “fucking ruin me.” Your filthy language elicited a loud groan from him, and he picked up his pace even quicker. The sound of his torso slamming into the back of your thigh echoed through the room, hopefully undetected by partygoers. “God, you’re so good.”

Pulling out of you momentarily, he pushed your leg down to turn you over so your face was buried in the pillows. He grabbed your hips to position them where he wanted, and smacked your ass hard before slamming his cock into you once again.

Over and over, he pounded your pussy, while his hand reached around to rub your clit in circles. At that rate, you knew were going to come again any minute.

“Fuck,” you whispered again, barely audible above the sounds of his hips smacking against your ass.

“I need you to come once more for me. Can you do that?” You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He grabbed your hair and pulled you upright so he could repeat it while looking at your face.

“Can you do that for me?” he asked again.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

He shoved your body back down on the bed and placed both hands on your ass, clawing it up with his fingernails. He gripped onto you hard and used it to force himself deeper into you, to where it almost hurt to take him.

“Fuck, it’s good,” he whispered, with a groan. “I’m almost there.”

His rapid pounding caused your abdomen to tighten once again, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Tears were welling in the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by both pain and titillation, and you tightened around him. He could recognize the telltale signs by now. The sights and sounds of the room faded away as you focused only on what he was doing to your body. Your muscles tensed in a vice grip.

“Give it to me,” he demanded.

Your second orgasm exploded onto you and ricocheted around your nerve endings. Your pussy squeezed around his cock, and you felt him tense up. His own climax shook his body. You felt his hot cum coating the walls of your pussy, and you both rode out your highs before your limbs finally gave out and you fell back on the bed. You felt his body hit the bed next to you, and he wrapped an arm around you to pull you close.  

He painted your shoulder with slow, soft kisses, before he brought his lips up to yours. You kissed him back lazily, unable to muster much energy.  

He broke the kiss to look down at you, utterly fucked out, coated in sweat and bruises, full of his cum. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.

Ladies, I am not a stripper. Though I can understand how you’d make that mistake.

Park Jimin, probably (via incorrect-bts-quotes)

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