Jimin's Pet • PJM

Ten ♡

"Can I come over tonight?" Jjille dragged her chopsticks across her empty plate and leveled puppy eyes at Jimin.

He sighed forcing himself not to roll his own at her. It had been six months and she was needier than ever, never satisfied with the attention he gave her. It wasn't as if he ignored her, at least four times a week they hung out for significant periods of time.

"Sure pumpkin, but you can't spend the night." At the last second be decided to indulge her, Tae never minded seeing her, he enjoyed her in their bed. Why was he fighting it?

"Are we going to have sex this time?" Her fingers curled around his wrist and irritation crept back into his body.

"We have sex all the time Jji. We had sex two days ago. What are you talking about?" He took a slow breath, already knowing exactly what she was going to say.

"We've never had sex." Petulance, Jimin did roll his eyes.

"Say what you actually mean." He raised a brow turning to face her, if she felt so strongly about it the least she could do was say it out loud.

"You've never fucked me. We only have oral sex or use toys." Jjille had come a long way from being a bashful flower, she was still obedient but was quickly becoming confident, saying oral sex four months ago never would have happened.

"Tae fucks you, why does it matter? Hobi fucks you. Joon. Jin. Kook. Only Yoongi and I don't. Consent Jji. Remember?" Jimin stood picking up their breakfast plates and carrying them to her sink, wanting the distance between their bodies.

"Why won't you have sex with me?"

Her lips formed the perfect pout and if he'd remained by her side he might have even kissed them. It wasn't as if he wasn't attracted to her. Jimin loved her, just not in the way he should.

"I don't enjoy penetration with women. Yoongi prefers to only have Hanuel as his female partner."

Jimin was mostly telling the truth, Irene had ruined his desire for women. Aside from Sujin he didn't enjoy it anyway. He didn't even have it with the occasional woman Tae brought to their bed he just wasn't into the idea. He was still obligated to perform for Irene and whatever girls she forced on him, but thankfully there had been very few the last year.

"I want to go to Hobi's tonight." Jjille doubled down on the pout he guessed to punish him.

"When have I ever stopped you? If you would prefer his bed to mine, go get in it."

"You don't care?" She was off her stool and standing in front of him now arms crossed.

"I don't care." Jimin stroked her cheek with the back of his finger gently.

"I want you to care." She sighed and pressed her body upward against him.

Jimin lifted her onto the counter and pushed himself between her thighs. His hands stroked upward squeezing the flesh until he was brushing nearly at her core.

"Do you doubt my devotion to you?"

One finger slid down the front of her tiny shorts, pressing into her heat through the cloth. She moaned and lifted her hips toward him.

"Yes." Jimin growled in frustration at her response and picked her up carrying her to the couch in the living room.

"You shouldn't."

With his hands fisted into the material of her shorts he yanked them toward her ankles. She didn't wear panties, she knew better than to wear anything that could make undressing her complicated.