Stylist Noona

Stylist Noona Pt 67(Honey) (Smut x2)

You follow Jimin with his hand balled in your hair. Following is one way to put it, racing him to the bedroom is more like it. It's hard to say who truly got to the room first.

Before either of you even breach the threshold you turn around throwing your arms around him, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. You surprised him so much he had to let go of your hair to hold onto you.

Jimins lips attack yours as he paces through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Fuck Jagi-" He huffs pushing your back into the closed door. "You looked like- a goddess- in those pictures-" he compliments in between heated kisses. "It makes me want to do filthy things to you- defile you-"

You moan into his mouth partly at the thought of doing dirty things with him, and partly because he pressed his solid boner against your core. The blessings of sweatpants smile upon you yet again.

Pausing his grinding Jimin moves to the bed, setting you down carefully, still trapped in your legs. He doesn't seem to care about being trapped, he grinds into you even more. Teeth gritted and breath shallow before the real fun even starts, it's clear just how needy he is.

"Jimin- ruin me-" you breathe.

"Jagi-ya," he groans into your neck before forcing his way out of your hold on his waist.

Standing at the end of the bed he looks down his nose at you, letting you take in his strong aura.

Reaching behind his head he pulls off his shirt in one smooth sexy motion. All at once you feel like a kid in a candy store looking at the gorgeous creation that is his body. His lean arms and chest, down to his beautiful abs and perfectly carved adonis belt.

Everything shaped perfectly to point towards the tented sweatpants, which, as it happens, are quickly removed. Either his boxers were removed with his pants or he wasn't wearing any, either way his member springs up eagerly.

Unwilling to wait, you tear off your shirt and crawl to the end of the bed. You wrap a hand around his cock and steady yourself on his hip with the other. You stick out your tongue giving a few kitten licks to the hint of precum that started to form.

Jimin groans above you, threading his fingers back into your hair. Getting comfy you sit back on your heels and open your mouth to take him in. You try to push forward but the hand in your hair holds your head firmly. Inquisitively you look up at Jimin, finding an ornery smirk that makes your cheeks heat.

"Tongue out for me?" You open your mouth obediently, sticking your tongue out. Jimin wraps his free hand around yours, making his cock slap your tongue lewdly while he talks. "You are a goddess jagiya... but I know how much of a slut you can be." He stops at hearing your soft moan, leaning down to speak in your ear. "I'm gonna ruin my pretty little goddess until she begs for more. Got it jagi?"

You nod nervously, savouring the tinges of delicious anticipation running down to your heat ,before Jimin's finger are invading your lips prying your mouth open again. You stick out you tongue and look up into his eyes waiting for his next moves or directions.

He makes his move that's for sure. Stepping so that his shins are against the bed frame, Jimin guides your mouth down onto himself. The throbbing member hits the back of your throat,but it doesn't stay for long. Seconds after Jimin is thrusting his hips, fucking your mouth. Each thrust makes you choke, but you try to stay strong and not gag.

At the end of the day he was right, you love being used, but you resent being called out so blatantly. There's no way you'll go down without a fight. Except you are already going down technically... so at the very least you'll try to hide how much you love it, and how much you need him.