𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓗𝓮𝓻

"I've always loved rain."

Jimin grabs a new shirt, hearing the shower water running. He gnaws on his lower lip, considering his options. He knows nothing about this girl but he already feels so drawn to her. Why? The sex was amazing, sure, but this is more than sex now. Jimin has never asked questions about the girls he's hooked up with before. Ever. Other than the basics like 'name, age, profession', he's never asked about... them. Their lives. Who they are. He's never been interested before, but with her it's like everything changed. And it's all because of Y/n.

He places the new shirt down, instead stripping out of his clothes. Without giving himself a chance to second guess his decision, he walks into the bathroom. She's softly humming to herself, scrubbing her hair while the hot water steams up the room. His left eye twitches as he watches her bare body, her skin covered in water droplets.

After a moment, he decides to step inside the glass shower, her turning to meet his gaze. "Did I scare you?" he asks, but she shakes her head. 

"Nothing scares me anymore," she replies as he comes closer. Soon enough, her back is against the glass wall, and everything turns into bliss again. For what feels like the millionth time today, Jimin is fucking her, not caring about the rest of the world.

The pleasure he gets from her is absolutely insane. The way she digs her nails into his back, how she tilts her head back and moans: beautiful. The sounds of her body thumping against the glass shower wall makes him growl, his hands exploring her body mercilessly.

He keeps one thigh held up with his hand, the other hand is taking its time with her breasts. If he had time, he'd be playing with her in more than one way. This is mild compared to what he wants to do with her body. He wants to do so many different things, and is it bad that he wants her to stay? Jimin's never felt a spark around anyone before. Why is she different?

"I think you're having too much fun," she whispers as he gives her a deep thrust. 

"I don't know, you seem to be enjoying it too," he whispers back, slowing his pace to meet her eyes, smirking. 

"Maybe, but don't you think I should take care of you too?" 

"I don't think you can ride me in the shower, sweetheart." 

"Ha," she dryly replies, "pull out."

He reluctantly does, observing her. All her curves, her perfectly colored skin, her wet hair. Damn she's gorgeous, the most gorgeous girl he's ever fucked. Maybe that's it. She's just so breathtaking he wants her more than once.

She turns off the water, giving him a small look that says 'follow me' before stepping out of the shower. Within the next five minutes, they're both dried off, her leading him to his bed. As soon as they make it there she pins him down, hovering over his face and giving him the same smirk he gave her in the shower.

"Not so cocky now, hm?" she asks, raising a single brow. She dives to his neck, sucking on his skin in a way no one has ever touched him before. He moans from the sudden pleasure, shock written all over his face as she goes down, marking her territory. She licks at his skin, biting on his collarbone, blowing cold air over the wet spots she leaves.

When she's finally done with her rampage, she leans up, meeting his eyes. "Why don't we play a game." 

"A game?" he whispers, too horny to fully process what she's saying. 

"Yeah. You answer my questions, I give you what you want." She moves her ass down, the skin making contact with his erect dick.

"Fuck, okay. Please..." He pants, nodding rapidly. 

She sits her lips over his tip, gingerly moving up and down the first two inches. "Tell me Mr. Park, what do you do for a living? Nice penthouse, but you seem like the type to be scared of heights am I right?" He confirms her words, her chuckling. "Doesn't seem like the place you'd stay full time, so clearly you must have another house too. What do you do that makes you so rich?"

He grits his teeth, not wanting to answer. She nibbles on his earlobe, breathing softly against his ear. "Tell me," she whispers, going down until she covers his full length. He moans at the feeling of her wetness on his skin, his breathing uneven as he grabs her ass, trying to get her to move. "How about this. Tell me what you do for a living, and I'll fuck you until you can't see straight for hours. Come on, it's not that hard baby." 

His heart lurches hearing her call him that. What the fuck? Regardless, he nods. She wants to play this game? Alright, he'll just scare her off. She asked for it. Fuck it. Jimin chortles before answering, praying his words will terrify her. "Fine, I kill people. Happy?" 

She laughs, kissing his ear. "So do I."

What. 

Does she think he's joking or something? Before he can question her, she starts her movements rapidly. All the doubts and questions he has in his mind fall into the background. The fact that she's just like him completely fades out of his brain as she bounces, riding him and filling him with more pleasure than anyone's ever given him. It's safe to say that whoever she is, she's got him hooked...