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ꕥ i also adore sunsets...and you ꕥ

ꕥ Park Jimin ꕥ

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There you go again, strolling down the sidewalk as your skirt flows along with the wind. The smile that's plastered on your face makes one grow on Jimin's face. He's been spying out of his window every single day at the exact time. Spotting you was getting common for you, but the speed his heart reached always felt like the first time. 

As soon as you turned the corner, disappearing from his sight. Jimin rose his gaze to the sky. The shades were more than beautiful, he smiled, like you. The colors that printed themselves on the sky were gorgeous, the red blush became more darker until it was purple. The night sky came just like the sun rose.

Jimin eyes lingered on the corner more than enough time, tomorrow, you would come from the other side until to leave as soon as you reached that damn corner. He sighed, leaving his spot to rest as the moon grazed along the dark sky.

'Like always.'

The next day, he saw you at school. Your cute, little patterned skirt only covering as much as it could. But it didn't do a  good job. Cause with a strong gush of wind, your panties would easily be shown to the whole world. And he didn't like that thought at all.

You were the good girl: wealthy, smart, and too pretty for your own damn good. You, however, were a part of the Socs. Somewhere that Jimin could never belong to. A social status like that was all he needed for a chance to speak with you. It completely sucked when he compared himself to you: there was nothing new on him, no money to show off, no car to offer you a ride, there was nothing in him to offer to you. The little, rich girl of the school.

But, of course, you weren't a brat like some of the other girls. And he couldn't be happier!

Oh, how lucky he felt when he got to see during his part time with you! You were always arriving at the movies with your friends, at the exact same movie theater he worked at! (Ignoring the fact that it was one of the only cinemas in the town.) Always trying to flirt, catch your eyes, or impress you when he should've been working. He acted cute right in front of your eyes trying to attract you to him. It didn't matter if he was in his work uniform, he stilled looked amazing for a greaser. A greaser that was poor, yet handsome: putting the perfect amount of gel on to make his hair look flawless. 

It might have been a trap. Jimin was willing to do anything to make sure he had made you attracted to him.  He longed for you every day in school and every time the moon was up. Jimin wanted to do things with you as soon as you fell for him (or the trap). His thoughts roaming around day and night about you.

All the things he could do to you if you just glanced his way. His crush not disappearing as the days flew, it just grew stronger for you. It was getting bigger everyday, every single second of every minute that passed by. It was just a small little crush that led to Jimin skipping classes or his cinema job to follow you around. Which had eventually led him to the question, where did you live? Then, for the first time, he broke into your house to steal a couple of your pure items. Even if he couldn't take pictures of you when you weren't looking because he couldn't afford any camera at all. It was all made up when he was in your bedroom, his dark choice of an outfit standing out in the bright room.

Maybe it was a sign, you thought. Every time you turned the corner, there he was, a greaser. And a handsome one to add at that. Nonetheless, you couldn't and wouldn't pay an ounce of attention to him. You feared your parents would get angry towards you if you ever even looked at a greaser. Didn't you realize your 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠? He noticed your change of behavior. You noticed him! But why didn't you say anything or glance at him anymore? Didn't you realize how much affection he had towards you? How much he adored— fucking loved you till death— for eternity? 

If you were going and turning into a fucking brat like the rest of the Socs, then be a bitch. Jimin wasn't going to stop. Fuck it: he was getting you if you liked it or not. In one turn, his mind was already on how the both of you would spend the rest of eternity with each other.  Jimin couldn't help the sinful actions he did when he went home that night after seeing you with an even shorter skirt than usual, one that made him want to fuck you in front of the rest of the Socs. 

He squeezed his cock, rubbing his tip. Groaning and moaning at the close release, imaging you sucking his cock. An image popping in his head of something that happened earlier that day, when he had spotted you. You were playing with the straw that was inside the glass bottle of cherry coke. Swirling your tongue around it, wrapping your lips to suck it, not knowing that he was spotting you from the corner, where his friends sat around him. On the opposite side of you, separated. 

How he wished it was you. Jimin always wished it was you. Nonetheless, it would be you sooner or later. His sweet, spoiled princess, forever. That thought always made him happy, he didn't care what you thought at the moment. Jimin loved you from the bottom of his fucking heart, with his whole being. So he was going to get you. 

No. Matter. What.

He sat that night in his room about how he could captivate you and if you wanted the easy way. If not, the harder way for you was great for him, it made it easier and shorter to get you.

The next day, he waited for you behind the counter. Serving people their snacks and drinks. Then you arrived, your cute little self hard to spot, however, Jimin knew your form so it was not a challenging task at all. You left without ordering anything, upsetting him as you went straight in to the theater room. 

You were alone when you arrived at the counter, your friends told you to get the snacks because you hadn't gone in a long time. Jimin grinned to see you come back, and to add, all alone. Usually, people always come and get their snacks before the movies. Therefore, you two were the only people there. Everyone else was watching the new horror film that had gotten released.

"Alone?" You nodded your head, "Can I have a large size of popcorn and two coca-cola's?" He looked up, "of course!" It was silent the whole time he took to get the drinks and popcorn ready, it made you more relax. Yet, when it was time to pay, your heart raced as he finally started a conversation. "What do you like to do?" Jimin asked, curious to see what truly got your attention. You didn't have to really think about it when it was the first thing that popped into your head. "Sunsets," was all you said as he handed you things. Noticing how many things on the counter you would have to carry he offered assistance. "Do you need help bringing this?" You glanced at the items, would you? "No, it's fine", you decided on keeping your imagine safe. Jimin still insisted, already right next to you, yet you kept neglecting any aid he was giving you. 

He started getting pissed, as you muttered a small "thank you" turning away. Fuck it. He grabbed the closest object to him, heavy enough to knock someone out in a second. The cokes spilled on the ground, staining the carpet on the floor. The popcorn bucket tilted, hitting the floor in a harsh manner, the popcorn flew onto the carpet as well. Your body thumped to the ground. Jimin stood above you: hand stuck in the air, panting, and an amused grin appeared on his face seeing your slump body.

Nobody knew. There wasn't any cameras there since no serious crimes ever happened in towns. (He left his job in mid-shift, he was sure to fired!) Jimin easily snuck your unconscious body into his basement: it was completely dark (and stayed like that in broad daylight) it was filled with filth and dirt surrounded the floor. He managed to clean part of the basement, the part where you would be living. 

Jimin gawked your body, smoothing out your little pleated skirt with his hands. His hands rubbed your thighs, slowly making their way to your inner thighs. He pecked and sucked on them, his eyes made contact with something he thought of ever time. (Something he wished to fuck with.) Your sweet, pure pussy hidden behind your baby blue panties. 

Jimin moved to kiss your lips, sliding your panties off while one of his digits in each hand caressed your thighs. Jimin couldn't be happier when he felt something wet on the center of your undies. Breathing in your scent, he opened your mouth and stuffed it full with your own panties. "You're so good!" Jimin's digit traced the small bump on your head, he felt pity towards you. He didn't mean it, he was just in such a fit of anger. 

His fingers were quick to unbutton your cute blouse, it was a reddish-cherry one. It was his favorite one. Jimin got rid of all clothing, choosing to leave only your knee-high lace socks on. He gasped, his bulge touching your folds. He closed his eyes, rubbing himself on you. Just when he was close, he stopped. His own actions angering his cock. 

"Fuck."

Jimin immediately removed his pants, releasing his cock from the confinement. He moaned as the cold air brushed against his cock. Jimin just wanted to fuck you till all you could think about was him in your pretty little head. He worried if he was going to hurt you, however. But it all made it up when your folds were wet more than enough. Jimin's reddish, hot tip kissed your folds. He rubbed himself, moaning at the wanted contact that he had needed form the beginning.

With one thrust, Jimin's cock crowded your velvet walls. He released a loud moan at the tight squeeze. "You're not a brat-t," he grunted as he moved his hips, "you're my pretty girl." He fastened his pace, "only my pretty girl," he pulled your inner thighs closer to him, "that saves me her virginity." 

Jimin continued his ramming, his cock loving every second of being surrounded by your virgin walls. 

The next morning, you awoke with a pain between your legs and chest. Realization hit you when you spotted the guy form the cinema on top of you, sleeping on you. His body between your legs. You don't remember anything that had occurred previously. Nonetheless, when you attempted to move, you moaned as you felt something in you.

Jimin waited for you to wake up, so when you finally tried to move. Trying to escape him, he quickly pressed on the bulge that appeared in your tummy. He felt the vibrations in your chest as you whined at the feeling. Jimin looked up to stare at you, only to find your head thrown back, a soft moan emerging from your lips. He cooed at your little reaction of your walls warming his cock up. 

When you finally looked back down, you stared back at the eyes that look right back at you. 

"Hi, my pretty girl."

You stared in shock, his cock hardening inside of you. 

JIMIN'S MOON TATTOO

Mar, 27/2022

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