𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

"You're Mine"

"Great. We're lost. Nice one genius," you say, "I thought you said you knew where we were going."

"I lied," Jimin replies with an eye roll.

"How did I get stuck with you of all people? Are they pairing us together because they know we're enemies?"

"Oh wow you finally found out why! Congratulations princess," he says.

"Ugh, stupid Slytherin!"

"Fucking Gryffindor!"

The two of you huff and keep going down the endless paths until you reach a dead end. "You're shitting," you mumble as you approach the back wall. There's vines on it, some moss too just like the other walls boxing you in. "Wow. I'm stuck here with my greatest enemy because he told me he knew where we were going when he didn't! Wonderful!"

Jimin snickers as he approaches you, looking like a predator. "Or maybe I led you here on purpose."

"Excuse me-" Before you can speak, he pins you to the wall, you yelping once your back hits it. "What the hell Park!"

He smirks at your reaction, bringing his face closer. "Don't be scared... I led you here for a reason." You meet his eyes and let out a few soft breaths. Okay so he's hot. He's very, very hot. You feel the need to squeeze your thighs together, but you don't want him to notice, so you resist. His hand brushes down your hip while his body keeps you in place. His stupid smirk stays on his face as his hand goes to your thigh, going upwards.

"Jimin what are you-"

"Shh," he whispers, his fingers going under your skirt. "If you want me to stop, say so," he adds with that devilish look of his.

You can't bring yourself to speak as his fingers trail up higher. "What... what are you doing..." you say.

Without warning, he presses his hand up against your weakly covered self, and you have to bite back your moan. He brings his face even closer, his nose almost hitting yours. "You're wet princess... am I the one doing this to you? Hm?" He rubs one finger painfully slow across your throbbing flesh while you try not to whine.

You place your hands on his shoulders, wanting to push him off... but you can't. You're glued to the spot, him gently pleasures you. The worst part is... you love it. Every single second. "Do you like the way I touch you?" he whispers. As soon as your eyes lock, you feel your breath leave your body. God damn... he's attractive. He slips your panties aside and uses the pads of his fingers to gather up as much of your moisture as he can before slipping his hand out from under your skirt. You watch him bring his skin to his mouth to suck on the ones that touched you, licking up your moisture and keeping his burning gaze on yours.

When he removes them, his lips smack together, the sound making you tremble. "The truth is I hate you just as much as I want you," he admits, "and I led you here so I can have you... if you'll let me..."

"Jimin, they'll find us."

"Then we'll be quick," he whispers, "let me pleasure you. I won't fuck you yet just let me taste you. Please..." He knows damn well that you'd love to see him between your thighs. You'd love to feel his hot tongue lapping you all up while your skirt hides most of his face, your imagination needing to fill in the blanks of what his mouth looks like while he's touching you.

"Is that a yes?" he whispers.

It's like with one look he can read your mind. "Yes," you mutter.

"Louder."

"Yes," you repeat with more confidence.

He smirks, licking his lower lip before kneeling. He slides your panties down to your ankles before going upwards with his body. Your head hits the wall when his hands grab your hips and his tongue meets your burning folds. You're throbbing for him already, whimpering when he swirls his tongue teasingly over your glistening slit, his thumb gingerly rubbing circles against your bud.