Yoo Y/n, a young beautiful, the youngest and last child of the Yoo family, lives all alone. Her entire family is said to be murdered. By none other than her own self. Rumors say that she is possessed by an evil spirit, that made the poor girl lose h...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Y/n point of view
"Then tell me to stop..." I whispered against his lips.
Never in my entire life I've felt like this. I wanted him. I want this. I knew that it was wrong. So wrong of me to even think about such but... this man makes me lose my mind.
My breath was uneven. And god forbid me for my thoughts but I want this man to move. To touch me. In places I never allowed anyone to. I want him to move his knees in between my legs and push them up. I wanted him to push me against a wall and push in me hard.
The way I wanted him close to me to the point where he could break me into half and make me crawl my way to him. I wanted this. I wanted him.
I knew it well. Maybe even he knew this by now. From the way how my chest heaved up and down, my nipples practically poking against my white sheer dress, the sweet smell coming right from my wetness. He could even get the confirmation by just slipping his fingers into me and finding me absolutely wet and pulsating for him.
But he did none of it.
Instead he smiled and backed off. Walking away from me and to dinner table.
"The food is getting cold. Let's have it." He said and sat on the chair as if nothing just happened.
I was so overwhelmed by the emotions. My brain was entirely fogged up by him. Wonders of his naked body pressed against mine. Me chanting his name as he ruins me but none of it happened.
"Aren't you coming, y/n-ssi?" He asked as I turned to see all the innocence on his face.
"Yeah. Let's eat." I said with a disheartened voice.
Did I imagined all of that? Was everything that happened in past few moments was all in my brain? No that can't be. I might be attracted to him and lose my cool but I can't be that crazy, can I?
"Mhhh this is really delicious!" He moaned as I smiled awkwardly.
I need to think straight for god's sake.
Jimin point of view
I wanted to fuck her. I was going to. Only if the self control hadn't kicked in, I would have cummed with her instead of with the thoughts of her.
Just a few minutes ago, y/n left for her house and I rushed upstairs to jerk myself off.
My dick was still in my hand. Completely drenched in the vicious juice. Rock hard that it was painful. Even the cold shower wasn't helping. I have never in these many months came so fast. But the disappointment of not taking a step was still here.
Why did I not just... kissed her? Even though I did not had much experience with woman but I could tell that she was aroused. From the way her chest fell down in disappointment when I walked away, her nipples poking against her dress and that damn sweet smell that had me almost lose it all.
I'm fucking terrified to even close my eyes. Cause every time I do so, I see her. Just her.
It was so painful to hold onto. I tried pressing hard and pumping but nothing worked. My dick demanded to be buried in her hands, that lovely mouth, fucking soft tits, possibly tight small cunt. Somewhere. Anywhere with her.
"Ugh I should have just let myself get carried away. I'm such an idiot." I groaned.
"I should have just gone on my knees and begged her to let me fuck her."
