Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
(Please do appreciate all these effin collages I'm making, cause it takes me ages 😂😂🤣)
Anyway. Here we are again with our moral support:
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I feel like this chapter is not in need of Mother Tae-resa just yet.
However, it does need this:
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I had meant to go slow with Jimin.
Had fully intended to ease into this change in our relationship.
Well, I had definitely eased into something, but it wasn't in any way slow.
Jimin panted beneath me, his glorious moans and throaty groans filling the room of my trailer. I thrust into him harder, sweat coating my skin and my breathing leaving my lips in heavy pants too.
Nothing - absolutely nothing could compare to the feeling of being inside him and making him loose his shit. And I had made a point of driving him more insane than he drove me. I always won games. At any cost.
"P-please..." Jimin begged in a raspy voice and this too, was something I couldn't get enough of. How he begged me with such a desperate, shaking voice.
I grinned as the feeling of being all powerful coursed through me. Powerful and in control. I loved it that way. As did Jimin, judging by the fact that I held his wrists trapped behind his back with of one hand while I used my other one to gain me some leverage on his hips to drive harder into him.
