𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

You weren't expecting him to ask you to meet you at the house, but here you are, standing outside several days after he told you to leave. You'd think you'd want to stay away from the place that got broken into, but Jimin clearly doesn't care anymore. Not that you blame him, this place is your home. You should fight for it, but still, maybe a few more days in case someone does a sweep.

Without wasting anymore time, you knock on the door. Almost instantly it opens and you're dragged inside, the door closing and locking behind you. He pins you to the back of the wood, his lips messily landing on yours. Although shocked you kiss back, throwing your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

When he pulls back, his dark eyes stare at you before he picks you up. He carries you to your now-clean bedroom, no bodies or footprints around. He doesn't even say a word as he tosses you on it, lying down on top of you. The two of you stare for a few moments before he sighs.

"I'm sorry I didn't come see you sooner I just... was processing everything. That you could've killed me, and that I would've let you," he says.

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. "What?" 

"If you had to do your job to keep you safe, I would've let you kill me. In a heartbeat," he admits, shaking his head, "I'm not even mad. Fuck, that's how much you mean to me. I'm not even fucking mad at you. How? How is that possible. Actually, I know." He places a hand on your cheek, smiling. "Because I love you. I know I'm fucked up in more ways than anyone can count, I know I've never fallen in love before, but I don't need to have experience to know that whenever I'm around you, I feel like I'm at my best. My happiest." Jimin chuckles, booping his nose off yours. "I love you. I know that." 

You give him a soft look. "I love you too." 

He looks at your lips, going quiet for a moment. "I want you." 

"Then let's go to the room," you say. When you go to move, he holds you in place. 

"No!" he says, you looking at him in shock. He gulps. "Sorry, didn't mean to raise my voice just... no. It's uh, it's embarrassing."

You laugh. "What is it Min?" 

He sheepishly smiles. "I don't want to fuck. I want to make love." You stare, him wincing. "Sorry, that was so embarrassing." 

"No no, I like it. Let's do it." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, really. Let's do it Min. Make love to me." His lips land on yours again, you smiling and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Before you can even process what's happening both of you are fully stripped, him hovering over you and admiring your bare body. He has a different spark in his eyes than all the other times you've had sex. He's looking at you with love rather than lust, his hands trailing down your skin.

"You're so beautiful," he mutters, almost tearing up as the words leave his mouth. He pecks your skin, leaving butterfly kisses all over your neck, then your collarbone, then chest, then he's taking turns with each breast. His lips give them equal attention, his hands massaging your thighs as you let soft noises pass your lips.

When he's done cherishing your body, he comes up to meet your eyes again. "Are you ready?" 

You nod. "I'm ready." He holds your shoulders as he slides himself inside you, the feeling of his length stretching you and filling you up making your body shiver.

"Are you okay?" he whispers once he's fully in. Ha, as if you haven't handled him railing you for hours. Despite your thoughts, you sweetly smile. 

"I'm okay." At those words, he relaxes, going at a slow and gentle pace that honestly feels better than you thought it would. Actually, it feels amazing.

"Fuck," he says in a moan, his hands trailing across your skin. Then, he pauses. He looks at you before slipping both his hands into yours, entwining them together and keeping them steady on either side of your head. The backs of your hands hitting the bedsheets is rather surprising (since normally you're clutching them), but you're not complaining.

Jimin starts his thrusting again, his head falling to the crook of your neck to leave small, gentle kisses there. He's being so gentle compared to all the other stuff he's into. It's honestly a little fascinating how this man can give you bruises that take a month to heal but can do this at the same time. So caring and sweet: you love it.

"Shit, baby," he whispers, squeezing your hands as he keeps going. His soft moans are heavenly, you joining in and moaning with him. He smiles against your skin, leaving more pecks on your neck before hovering over your face. "I love you," he says, kissing you before you can reply.

His hands are in yours, his hips moving at a gradual pace, his lips on top of yours. Everything is absolutely perfect. You can't think of a better way to spend the night. The kiss you share lasts a whole minute, him refusing to pull back even when it gets tough to breathe.

When he finally gives you air, he gasps and you smile. "I love you too," you reply, him giving you a cheeky grin before increasing his pace. It's not by much, but it's enough to make your body explode with pleasure. You moan loudly at the sudden bliss filling your body, him loving the look of joy in your eyes.

Within the next two minutes you're hitting your high, loving the way he makes your body feel. You feel him cum inside you, his hands still entwined with yours as the two of you dial down from your orgasms. He pants, you panting with him as his body collapses on top of yours.

"I'll kill them all," he whispers, kissing your neck, "I'll kill Mr. Jung, Mr. Jeon, and Mr. Kim if I have to. I'll kill them all if it means we can be safe baby girl. I want you with me for the rest of my life." He peeks up at you, you smiling while sweating from the efforts of sex. 

"Together Min, we'll kill them together."