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

Enough

It's been five days since the hallway incident.

Five days since you and Jimin fucked like five times in all the dark corners of the hallways then went to his room and cuddled. He has this thing - this tendency. He ignores you after fucking you, but not like a bad 'ignore' where he acts like you don't exist. He simply says he's busy, gives you a smirk, and makes you wait for him. But now it's getting frustrating. It's been several weeks since the first time anything sexual has happened between you two: you've had enough. Enough of this pretending. You like him a lot more than you should. For God's sake he's your enemy, but here you are fangirling over him like you're a toddler. It's getting on your nerves. You sniffle. You don't want just sex anymore. You want him.

It's night time now, you standing in the hallway. It's not past curfew or anything, but everyone's at dinner. You left early to get some air, and you know for a fact that Jimin saw you leave. You just know it. He always has his eyes on you, even when he's 'ignoring' you. You go over to the bathroom you and him fucked in, standing in front of the door and looking at it with a thoughtful expression. What's going on with you anymore? Is this even worth it? He fucks really, really well. He always makes you feel things no one's ever made you feel before, but you also like him. Hell, maybe you even love him at this point. The worst part - you don't know why.

A hand grabs your elbow and drags you to the wall, Jimin pinning you up against it and instantly smashing his lips on yours. For the first time since this thing started: you don't kiss back. He notices and blinks at you strangely, then he kisses you again. Your body naturally responds to his plump lips, your hands going to his shoulders and your body moving against him, but your lips move so slowly that he backs away again.

"Why aren't you kissing back?" he whispers. You show the pain in your eyes and push him away. To your surprise - there's pain in his eyes too. "Y/n?" he mumbles in a shaky voice.

"I can't do this anymore," you admit, shaking your head. His broken eyes make you want to cry, but you just barely manage to bite it back. "I'm sorry," you mutter before starting to walk away. He grabs your hand and brings you back, his lips landing on yours again. This time you push him back hard.

"Stop it!" you cry out, "I don't want this! I don't want you!"

And with those words, Jimin cries. Your eyes expand upon watching him breakdown, his hand covering his mouth while he squeezes his eyes shut. "B-But I want you-u," he whimpers, "I want you more than a-anyone."

"I'm not your toy, I don't want you like this. We never even talked about what we are, and I can't take it anymore. I don't want to be this stupid friends with benefits crap when I like you! I don't want to be played or used, I'm tired of it. I've had enough."

He goes still, his tears still flowing down his face, but the whimpers and whines he made stop. "Wait... w-what?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't let my heart get broken by my enemy," you say before turning on your heel, preparing to walk away.

He storms over to you and pins you to the wall, a yelp escaping your lips in time for him to kiss you softly. Your hands scratch at his shoulders but he doesn't let up for a solid ten seconds. Jimin pulls his lips away from yours, sniffling softly. "I want you, Y/n," he whispers. And in that moment you realize he doesn't mean just sexually.

"You... you do?" He kisses you again to confirm it. Within the next few seconds he's picking you up by the thighs and carrying you down the hall, his lips never leaving yours. Thank God the halls are empty as he traverses them, only parting his lips from yours to whisper the password to the Slytherin house. Neither of you focus on the people in the common room, Jimin only focuses on bringing you to his room and guiding your body to his bed.

He hovers over you, his hand holding yours against your chest, his lips caressing yours. Jimin finally pulls away to give you a soft smile. "I told you baby girl, you're mine."

"This isn't another one of your pranks, is it? Where you'll break my heart later saying this was all fake?" you ask.

He frowns, then kisses you again. The next time you part, he rests his forehead on yours. "I like you Y/n. A lot more than I should. Let me prove how much." You softly smile and nod, and before you know it, you're both naked, Jimin making love to you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"You're so beautiful." That's the phrase he uses the most, and what's special about it is he doesn't mean just on the outside. You know that now. He gives you yet another gentle thrust, his hands exploring your body. "I don't know how to say my feelings," he admits in a whisper, "so let me show you all night long." You find yourself nodding despite everything, your nails digging into his back while he groans and pleasures you. He fucks you missionary, going slowly and gently, his lips dancing around your upper body. He takes his time kissing your breasts, then your neck, then your jaw, then your cheeks, then of course your lips. He uses his plump lips to caress yours, holding them hostage, his hands squeezing your breasts.

Jimin pulls back and pecks your nose, smiling. His hips go at a good pace that brings you a lot of bliss. Actually... something about this feels better than all the other times. You like it rough, you like it rough more than slow that's for sure, but this is amazing too. "Don't stop. Please don't stop," you plead.

"Baby I'm not stopping until I feel you cum for me," he whispers, playing with your body with his hands. You whine and beg for him, him obeying as often as possible. "It's okay baby," he says, "I'm gonna make you cum. You're so beautiful baby girl, I wanna feel how well I'm pleasuring you."

You're quick to grab his locks, and he speeds up ever so slightly. He's staying as close to your body as possible, his hips thrusting desperately, wet moans leaving his mouth. "You feel so good baby," he says, peppering your face with kisses. You want to reply to him, to say anything, but your tongue is completely dry from the bliss swelling inside you. The way he's hitting the deepest parts of you - parts that no one else has ever hit? It turns you on to a point beyond belief. It makes the pleasure even better. So good that you feel yourself pulsing already.

He senses you getting close and cups your face with his hands. "I want you to cum for me," he whispers, staring right into your eyes. "And look at me while you cum. I want to be the only person who sees you like this. I told you... you're mine." The way he speaks isn't necessarily in a seductive way. The words are seductive, but not the tone. His voice is gentle, almost kind. Like he's stating facts rather than trying to be hot. "So beautiful," he mumbles. The most common phrase he's used. You're beautiful. You sure as hell feel it right now.

When he makes you hit your high, you squeeze his locks and cry out his name, whining and whimpering in delight from the ecstasy he brings your whole body. He helps you ride out your orgasm, then he pulls out and cums all over your stomach. You never thought you'd see the day where you're fine with having the sticky substance on your skin - but here you are.

He pants with you, collapsing on your sticky body with his sweaty one. His hands wrap around your back and kiss your neck, his nose nuzzling up right under your jaw. "I'm not going anywhere baby... I don't want you for just sex. I hope I proved that."

You manage to recover enough from your orgasm to tilt his chin up with your finger to make your eyes lock. "Don't leave me," you whisper.

He pecks your lips and brings you up against his chest, not caring that the cum on your stomach is probably on his now too. "I'll never leave you princess," he mutters, kissing the top of your head. You smile brightly and close your eyes. For some strange reason - you believe him.

If only you knew that he'd end up lying...