My Marriage Counselor (Jimin x Reader)

Chapter 1: Meet Dr. Park

Chapter 1: Meet Dr. Park

Do you ever feel like you're floating above your body? But not out of joy or to escape some sort of traumatic experience but out of complete and utter confusion? You're looking down at yourself screaming as you wonder how in the hell you got into this situation. What turns did you take, what path did you go running down that led you to this moment of self-destruction and turmoil?

At what point did you decide, 'I think I'll turn my simple, boring life completely upside down'. But for what reason? Do you have no regard for the consequences? The people you're going to hurt? The lives you're going to ruin? I'm doing that now. I am watching myself get shoved up against the wall of the large corner office on the thirteenth floor of the building on Promise Street.

I see myself wrap my arms and legs around a man as his lips find my neck. His hands grope my breasts. My hands are in his hair and then down his body unbuckling his belt. I can't get his pants down fast enough. I'm desperate for him. Desperate to make him come. I've never had this kind of passion with anyone. Not even my husband.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he says in my ear. "Ever since you sent me that picture with your phone between your legs." I feel his lips sucking sloppily along my neck. "I've been hard for four hours. You knew I had appointments today. Did you try to make me hard on purpose?"

"No... no I just thought you'd want to see." I whimper as I feel him yank my tight pencil skirt up around my thighs and waist so he could look at what was underneath.

"Did you wear this for me?" He says as he licks his lips staring down at the tiny piece of wet fabric that's covering my pussy. It's so small and tight that you can very clearly make out my lips and even the hint of the muscle between them that's dying to be touched. "Or for your husband... that hasn't made you come in three years."

The delicious shiver moves through me as it does every time when he mentions my husband.

Does that make me a terrible person? That the thrill of getting caught sends a spike in my heart rate? That every time I remember I technically belong to someone else my clit throbs with need for a different man? Does it heighten my libido? It's so taboo, so forbidden, so hot. I know I should stop. But I can't. I won't. I'm in too deep at this point. I might be betraying my husband but every time I leave our sessions I feel like I'm betraying my body. My mind. My soul. My ring finger on my left hand may be my husbands for all intents and purposes, but everything else belongs to this man whose mouth I desperately want on my pussy right now.

"Shut the fuck up," I growl as I grab his hair and pull, hard. "We don't have a ton of time. And I want to come... twice."

"Oh, so my little kitten is making demands now," he says as I feel his hand wrap around my wrist and I am hauled across his room and pushed onto his desk so that I am flat on my back.

"Spread your legs." I do as I'm told and I'm rewarded with a look that sets my skin ablaze.

Fuck he's gorgeous. How.. how did I get so lucky to meet this sex God and get to have him between my legs three times a week? I frown at the thought. Oh right. Nevermind. I feel him wrap my legs around his waist before he rips my panties from my body.

"Stop ripping my panties, god dammit!" I scream as they disintegrate in his hands and fall into scraps on the floor. "How am I going to explain that I'm going commando?"

The daggers shooting out of his eyes render me speechless. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say? "He shouldn't know what it looks like underneath your skirt. You're not fucking him."