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hey guys.
all i needed was time to write this and i finally got it.
enjoy this final treat
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"How much time do we have?" He murmured into my mouth, his words crushing against my lips as we crashed into the nearest stall door.
"Six minutes, twenty- eight seconds," I said between gasps, eyes briefly scouring over my watch.
My attention drew away only for a moment until it was reverberated back to him - my love, my partner, my boyfriend, Jimin. Hands in his hair, fingernails clawing over his skin, I pulled him closer, impossibly close, our noses bumping into each other.
He grunted into me when I pressed into him, my hands all over his body, tearing his clothing from the seams until I could feel him. I only ever thought of "more" when I was around him. I always wanted more.
"We don't have time," I mumbled, voice lost between a moan and whine.
His hands pushed down my panties and bunched up my skirt, "I can be quick," was all he said and in four minutes and forty-nine seconds, I let him rail me into oblivion. I was black-out drunk on the feel of his cock feeding me euphoria while his mouth continuously muttered illicit words, things that should never be spoken aloud.
I held onto him for dear life, pushing our mouths together in a kiss that knocked the air out of both of us. He fucked up into me, gripping my thighs painfully tight, inching me further up the stall until we had the whole booth shaking because of us whilst reminding who I belonged to — the only person who could make me feel this way.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave just like the period bell that faintly chimed from outside the door. Though I couldn't possibly care nor if someone walked in right now. Nobody could take this away from me.
He followed after me, his hips rocking his pleasure into me as his words were reduced to stutters and whimpers.
He kissed me again, softer this time as his fingers grasped my jaw, "You're perfect," He panted as my legs slide down his waist, "My angel — absolutely ethereal."
I pushed my face into his neck and hummed silently. His hand smoothened out the static of my hair while the murmurs of his delight faded into quiet, leaving me with just gentle pets.
We stayed like this until we somehow found the will to clean ourselves up.
"Time?" He asked briskly when we stepped out of the stall. His fingers ran through his hair as he cleared his throat and I pulled my skirt over my ass, attempting some composure that had already begun to fade away.
"Doesn't matter," I responded, "You weren't quick," I leaned into the mirror and wiped away the red lipstick that smudged over my cheeks, quickly sparing a glance at the man-child beside me struggling to button up his shirt which unfortunately for him had no buttons anymore.
