Irresistible

Part 5

In another part of town Jimin couldn't focus on work. He didn't like the fact that he wasn't the only one and that now he had to play tug of war in order to gain your affections. How in the world were the three of them even supposed to share? And what if you didn't want that? What if you wanted to leave? The thought was incredibly dreadful and Jimin decided you both needed to have a serious talk.

Because he worked at a dance studio, his hours were flexible, so once again he took the rest of the day off. He found himself standing in front of his apartment door, key hovering near the lock, unable to push it inside. Were his hands shaking? Taking a deep breath, he entered his home and quickly scanned around for you. Not finding you in the common areas, he went to the next place he was sure you'd be.

Jungkook's door was slightly open, and peeking inside, Jimin saw you laying in the large bed fast asleep. You looked both adorable and good enough to eat. He chastised himself several times and even told himself to leave you be, but he couldn't help it. You smelled so divine, and the small bit of flesh from your thigh sticking out from under the blanket made it almost impossible to stay away. He found his legs moving forward without his control, and when he came to stand before you, his belly tickled with anxiety.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Jimin tried to calm himself down, but the need to touch you was too strong to ignore. As careful as he could be, he sat beside you on the bed and began stroking your leg. It was an innocent touch, one that was meant to satiate his curiosity–nothing more. But as his fingers traced over the soft skin of your calf, his longing increased tenfold. Unable to help himself, his hand moved up higher while his mind yelled at him to stop. He should wake you up...make sure you were okay with this...but his animal instinct had a mind of its own. Sliding the blanket off of your body, he crawled his way up to your face and kissed your lips.

You were still asleep when you first felt the weight of something on your body, but then soft lips met yours and the feeling caused you to awaken. There, on top of you was Jimin, eyes closed and mouth doing all sorts of shameless things to your lips. It was unexpected to say the least, but then his tongue dove into your mouth causing you to moan. The intrusion was unexpected but pleasurable. Your eyes closed in response to the feeling, his warm tongue dancing with yours, occasionally licking over your teeth carelessly. You could tell he was doing his best to hold back, but his resolve was slowly crumbling the more you responded.

He pulled back when he realized you were awake, noticing that you were more than eager to reciprocate. Your eyes were filled with lust, a look he only ever dreamed he'd be responsible for. He adjusted himself so that you could wrap your legs around his waist, the pressure of your heels pushing him closer to your need, begging to be taken– who was he to deny you?

Everything felt out of control and carnal– bodies pressed together, rutting over one another impatient to find pleasure. Your shirt was ripped from your body along with your shorts. When his warm skin met yours, you both sighed at the feeling, as if the contact soothed an unspoken ache. No words were spoken because none were needed. He was between your legs, grinding against your already soaked pussy, and you were coating him before he even entered you. It was primal, plain and simple.

His kisses became more urgent, the constant teasing agonizing–his addiction to you already becoming an obsession. As his teeth nipped your lips and traveled down to graze over your neck, you opened your legs wider to accommodate his body. Without so much as a warning, he slipped his cock right in, euphoric when he met no resistance. You both couldn't help but moan loudly, the filthy sounds filling the room. Jimin couldn't help but bury his head further into your neck, the intense feeling causing him to choke.

It was like you were both out of control, your bodies doing what they were meant to do. His thrusts became sloppy but somehow he was still able to hit perfectly deep inside of you. Your hips rose to meet him in a feverish rhythm and the slapping of skin could be heard in the room. Jimin kissed you over and over, repeating the same phrase in a frenzy between every breath– "...wanna breed my good girl...wanna make her my mate."