Finally, the festivities were over. Everything went according to plan. The cameras stop flashing and rolling. The questions from the journalist ended. The cleaning crew was present. Jimin told you that clients wanted to meet both of you backstage to discuss wedding apparel. You agreed and followed Jimin to the back.
Jimin intertwined his fingers with yours as you both made your way to the back. He was glad you followed him. He smirks as you feel a tug on your diamond-encrusted collar.
Jimin—leading you by the platinum hoop on your collar to the fire exit stairway. “Baby, what are you doing? I thought we had to meet some clients?” You gave him a puzzled look as he yanked you in the direction he wanted you to go.
He opened the fire exit door to the stairwell and reeled you in by your collar. He slightly leaned on the railing as his index finger drew you in a mere breath's length of his face. “Look at me!” his voice commands you. Your eyes traveled to his as both of you focused on each other.
The glint in Jimin's eyes filled with feral intent. “I am your client..~kneel before me!” He demanded. You didn't hesitate. However, before your knees hit the ground, his pants were down to his knees. His cock presented before you, laden with his juices, await you. His balls were swollen and tainted blue. You knew by the sight of it he was in pain and needed a release pronto.
You slowly worked him as he grunted in pleasure and pain. You gently plunged his shaft into your mouth a few times before swirling your tongue around his tip. Your tongue traces back down to the base of his rod. Your maw envelops his balls, suckling on them as your hand pumps his dick.
When Jimin's groans were more pleasure-ridden, your hot hollow took his whole length in stride. As you kick gears into overdrive, he finally released the orgasm that was a throne in his side for the entire event. He growled out as he hit his climax. “AH, YES, BABY!!! MMMPH FUCK, THAT WAS WAS GOOD!!!” He held your head firmly on his cock as he unloaded deep within your chasm.
You and Jimin heard the clicking of heels and tapping of shoes echo through the stairwell. Both of you quickly fixed yourselves and exited the area. The two of you fled the scene like two teenagers in love looking for a secret place to make out.
In the meantime, Yoongi and Layla stopped in the very spot you and Jimin were before both of you ran through the corridor. “I wonder where those love birds are?” Layla spoke as she leaned over the railing, looking down the endless stairs beneath them. “Well, according to the staff, there was no meeting backstage for Jimin and Y/N to attend.” He put his hands in his pocket as he sweetly doted on Layla's beautiful countenance. Yoongi knew that the fire exit stairwell in the venue had no cameras. Jimin told him months before this event. He felt a slight tingle in his britches— he needed to release the pressure soon.
Meanwhile, Jimin was about to take you to the storage room, but two staff members were putting things away in it. He had to think fast. “Oh yes! The rooftop terrace that's under renovation. I'll take her there. ” He said under his breath. Both of you waited by the elevator. He impatiently pressed the button, waiting for the elevator to arrive. Once you and Jimin were inside the lift, he sauntered towards you as you slowly backed into the corner with nowhere to go.
He sticks his index finger in the hoop in front of your collar..~ jerking your face into his. “I never thought in a million years you would pull a stunt like you did today. Who put you up to it, Lia?” He smirks as you bite your bottom edge. “I didn't complete a dare five years ago, and they never forgot. You reaped the benefit of it.”
His glazed-over..~hooded gaze set things in motion. You felt a cool breeze hit your bum as the warmth of his free hand gripped your butt cheek. Your lips parted as a long rolling moan seeped through them. He raises you on his midriff, your legs encircling his waist as you both ensue in a steamy kiss. As things got hot and heavy, the elevator bell dings, signaling the ride had ended. “FUCKING SHIT!!! WHY NOW!!!” He growled at the elevator for toying with his emotions.
You and Jimin exit the elevator and walk through a door he had a key for—he opened the door and locked it behind him. “How did you get the key, babe?” You were wondering how he had access to places nobody could go. “My family owns this place.” He explained as both of you walked up a flight of stairs to the rooftop terrace. As soon as your feet hit leveled ground, Jimin carried you bridal style to a table on a glass balcony. He placed you on the glass tabletop as he sat comfortably in a chair. “Why do I have to be seated on the tabletop?” Your complaint went out. “Because I haven't eaten yet, Princess.”
His feral beast was prominent as he saw your bare, moistened creases before him. He pulled you by the hips, downward with one lash of his tongue..~ you came in a hurry. He gave you no time to catch your breath as he smashes two of his digits in your tight creamy cunt..~ curling them in a expeditious manner. Jimin—suckles and swirls his lengthy tongue around your pearl, causing intense, chaotic spasms in your body as you repeatedly came all over his fingers—which seemed like an eternity to complete. He lapped up all your essence and licked his digits clean. He smacked your folds as you whined. “AH!!! FUCK, DADDY!!!”
He undid his trousers as you helplessly try to catch your breath once again. His pants fall to his ankles as he reveals his hardened cock. Jimin pulls your trembling torso off the tabletop facing your backside toward him. He pops your rounds with an open hand slap. You wince in pain, and you scream out his name when his iron rod pierces your smoldering core. “MMNGH! J...JIMIN...DADDY AHH!!!”
His fingernails dig into your flesh as he secures a hold on your hips. Each thrust pounds your torso deep into the edge of the tabletop. Your legs are lifting off the ground when he nails your sweet spot with his massive girth. One of his hands fists the ends of your long wavy tresses as he cocks your head back, pulling your body into his. Jimin's strategic hits to your core made you malfunction on contact.
Both of you are crying like animals in the wild. Breathing ragged, Jimin is on the cusp of reaching his high. Your legs are about to buckle due to constant trembling and pure exhaustion. He rode you hard and fast till both of you chased your climactic bliss. Jimin's body collapsed on yours as he tried to regroup. You we nearly unconscious after that round. He moves your hair to one side as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. “Can you tell that I miss you, baby girl?” He gingerly kisses your neck. “Yeah, I did! You practically beat it in me—mere moments ago.”
Jimin chuckled. “Well, you deserve it, baby, for teasing me with your sexy pics.” He got off of you and helped you up. “Ok, ok! You win, I'll let you have this one...” Both of you laughed as you fixed yourselves up. You could barely walk. Jimin carried you bridal style to the lounging bed.
You and Jimin talked for a bit, said your sweet little nothings to each other. You fell asleep on his chest as he held you in his arms. “Soon, baby, soon...~I will ask for your hand in marriage. Till then, please be patient, my love.” He kisses you on the head before he shuts his eyes—entering dreamland. __________________
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