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June 6th, six days before Busan D1 at Busan Asiad Main Stadium.
“Ugh!” you groaned, letting yourself fall into the armchair next to the king-sized bed. Even though the two of you just arrived, your body was already covered in a glistening layer of sweat caused by the humid warmth that came with a typical Busan summer. Your face was resting on the back of the armchair, chin glued to the hot and sticky leather as you took in the sheer size of the venue the boys would be performing at in a few days to celebrate their 13th anniversary.
“Remind me, how long are we staying in Busan again?” you asked, dramatically pulling your sweat-soaked shirt over your head. Little strands of hair stuck to your forehead in the process.
“Baby, we just got here,” Jimin chuckled, parking both of your luggages next to the door to the balcony before settling down on the edge of bed in front of you. His hands came into contact with your thighs, his fingers tracing patterns along your soft skin. “We’ll have to film a bunch for the anniversary as well.”
A strained moan escaped your lips, your thumb caressing the skin trapped under your bra straps. The material was cutting into your skin so you were itching to take it off as well. You saw the way his eyes raked over your exposed body The way he couldn’t keep them off you, a dangerous flicker of hunger passing by his chocolate brown irises. In that same instance, your whole mood shifted, eyes half-lidded.
“When are you leaving?” you asked, a curious but seductive expression on your face. If he was gonna be apart from you for the rest of the day, might as well make proper use of the remaining time.
Jimin checked the schedule on his phone before answering you. “In, like, an hour…” he trailed off, noticing your body shifting in your seat, squeezing your thighs together. “Or two,” he added with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Mhm,” you hummed, standing up and making your way over to him in an enticing way. Jimin’s legs parted instinctively as his hands caressed the back of your naked thighs. “Staff will be mad at you,” you reasoned with him while your thumb played with his bottom lip.
Jimin kept staring into your soul, his tongue playfully licking at your fingers. “What are they gonna do?” his deep voice paired with that condescending tone made your knees buckle. “Cuss me out for taking care of my girlfriend who’s in need of my… assistance.”
“Mhm. And what kind of assistance would that be?” instead of words, Jimin rose from the bed, his hands wandering up your thighs, over your ass before settling at your hips. “Oh, I’ll show you.” slowly backing you up against the window, he leaned down and instructed you with a swift motion of his hand against your throat to grant him access to your neck. “Jimin,” you breathed out, clawing at his clothed back. His plumb lips felt like feathers on your skin.
“You can’t hide from me,” he mumbled against your skin, inhaling your scent. “I see the way you looked at me on the way here.” his teeth grazed along your jugular vein. “Been needy for me ever since we landed, hmm?”
You whined, arching into him when your back came into contact with the cold glass of the window, unable to form a coherent sentence. Sneakily, Jimin’s hands fiddled with the clasp of your bra. Unhooking it with one skilled flick of his fingers, his mouth immediately attacked your freed boobs. His hands accompanied the blissful sensation of his hips by kneading the soft flesh like stress balls.
Meanwhile your fingers played with the hem of his shift, urging him to take it off. “Need to feel you,” you moaned, taking full advantage of Jimin’s leg that was propped up between yours by grinding down onto him.
Wasting no time, he stepped back for a second and tossed his shirt onto the ground before attaching himself to you again, hungrier than before. He manhandled you until you were facing away from him, upper body pressed up against the window. His arm slung around your waist, pulling back your hips so that your back was arched. Once again, providing himself access to your most sensitive spots.
Finally, your eyes registered the crowd that was gathered in front of the hotel, holding up their ARMY bombs and screaming for the boys to recognize them. The curtains were not properly shut so half of your body peeked out. Your eyes widened at the realization, panicking when you heard Jimin’s belt buckle. “Jimin! Wait! They’re-” you were still out of breath from Jimin’s demanding lips earlier.
Catching a glimpse of his face, you were shocked at how unbothered he was by the audience outside. His expression was almost smug when he discovered your nervous, doubtful eyes. “Let’s give ‘em a show, shall we?” he suggested, sliding your pants and underwear down your legs. You shivered at the feeling of air hitting your exposed cunt.
“Baby, I don’t know if- Ah!” you yelped when his fingers plunged into your hole without a warning. “Jimin, what-” instinctively, your thighs pressed together as you tried shuffling away from the window.
He wasn’t gonna let that happen so he curled his fingers into that spongy sweet spot of yours. “Don’t be shy now, baby,” he taunted you, his free hand coming down onto your ass in the form of a harsh slap, “got nothing to be embarrassed about.” You whined in response, your hot breath fogging up the glass. “J-jimin, th-the… people are gonna take photos.”
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from your weeping cunt. Your inner thighs were drenched in your arousal.
“You know me, baby,” he slurred his words, grabbing your hips to spin you around. “I’m not scared,” he said in a cocky tone, his hard cock straining against the material of his underwear. His jeans were sagging down his butt as he grinded his hips into yours.
Your body was riddled with anxiety and nervously trembling in his grip, but your eyes were telling a whole other story. They were desperate, fierce even, daring him to live up to his words. Leaning in close, your head brushed against his. “Show me then.”
Before you could finish your sentence, Jimin grabbed his throbbing member at the base, tugging and stroking it and feeling the blood pulse in his shaft. With his free hand, he delivered a demanding smack to your ass, urging you to jump.
With your legs wrapped around his waist, the tip of his cock was now directly in contact with your core. He dragged his cock through your folds to get it wet before entering you. Your hole made a squelching sound when he bullied his rod up your pussy, his eyes fixed on your face to scan for any discomfort you might feel. “All good?” he asked, his biceps flexing as he adjusted your position in his embrace. You nodded sleepily, your eyes hazy. A grin spread across Jimin’s face, his plumb lips peppering your face in kisses as he sped up the rhythm of his hips.
The screams of the sound outside ebbed and flowed, but your doubts from before were replaced by the immense pleasure of Jimin brutally rutting in and out of your hole. Already, you mentally prepared yourself for the soreness that was to follow the next day.
“I think they like it,” Jimin teased, kneading your ass that was already flushed red and covered in marks. When he didn’t get a response out of you, his thumb pressed down onto your clit, drawing tight circles. “Fucked my baby dumb? Already?”
You whimpered, hiding your head in the crack of his neck. “Too much,” you complained. Jimin chuckled, groaning when his dick twitched inside of you. He was getting close. Sensing that you were close as well, he kept his rhythm steady. “Wait for me, baby.”
That knot in your abdomen was hanging onto a threat. Your hands were clawing at his back, trying to release the pent up tension by raking your nails down his muscles. “I don’t know if I- Ah! Can,” you moaned when Jimin hit that sweet spot deep inside of you again.
“Alm-most th-the-” he stuttered, fingers digging into your love handles. By now, he was aiming for powerful, deep thrusts knocking the air out of you.
Clinging onto him, your release washed over you, wave after wave crashing down onto you. You were out of breath and sweaty by the feeling of Jimin filling you up. His cock was sheathed deep inside of you, his creamy, white cum threatening to spill onto the floor.
He was quick to react and maneuvered the two of you onto the bed before grabbing a pillow and propping up your hips. “Don’t wanna ruin the sheets now, do we?” pulling out, he got off the bed, taking in his work of art. “You look beautiful, baby.”
After giving you a minute to calm down, he picked you up in bridal style before stepping into the bathroom to wash up.
“Looking forward to tomorrow,” Jimin joked, earning a slap to the chest as the water cascaded down both of your bodies, a white, watery trail of Jimin’s release dribbling down the inside of your thighs.