[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

50; Obedient Desire

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JUNGKOOK

Oh, he thinks he's so fucking smart.

The little bravado really thought he could turn the tables on me? Trying to act like he's in control, like he's calling the shots?

I let out a dry chuckle, shaking my head at his audacity. My patience is already razor-thin, and now my baby thinks he can flip the script on me? Bold.

But I like bold.

Jimin's eyes widen slightly at my command. Just for a second—just long enough for me to see the hesitation, the thrill that rushes through him. I see the moment he considers pushing back, teasing me a little more just to see how far he can go before I snap.

But then, slowly, he lowers himself.

Fuck.

The sight alone nearly makes me lose it—his pretty lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, body already trembling with anticipation.

I exhale sharply, my control hanging by a fucking thread as Jimin settles between my legs. His knees pressed against the floor, his naked body glowing in the soft afternoon light, his skin flushed with desire. And yet, despite his obvious need, he still dares to smirk at me—like he has the upper hand, like he's the one driving me insane.

He isn't.

I lean back into the chair, spreading my legs wider, making myself comfortable as I watch him. My fingers ghost over the buttons of my shirt, teasingly slow, watching the way his gaze darkens.

"You want to touch me so badly, don't you, baby?" My voice is pure condescension, a slow drawl that makes his thighs clench together. "You've been begging for it. Being so damn shameless."

Jimin swallows, his lips parting like he wants to argue, but he knows better. He knows the rules—I haven't given him permission yet.

"Unbutton my pants." I finally allow, my voice firm, a silent dare for him to do it without shaking.

His fingers move to my waistband immediately, eager and trembling. He tugs at the button, his lips pressing together in focus as he lowers the zipper. I let out a low hum of approval, reaching out to thread my fingers through his soft hair, tugging lightly just to hear his sharp inhale.

I groan, my dick finally freed, and his breath hitches at the sight of me, already so hard it aches. He licks his lips, gazes flicking up to meet mine, dark with something almost feral.

"So obedient," I murmur. "Such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

His breath hitches. I don't give him time to respond before I shift forward, letting my cock press against his cheek, watching as his pupils blow wide.

Jimin's lips part instinctively, his tongue darting out, but I grip his hair tighter, stopping him before he can move. "Ah, ah." My voice is a warning, making him still, his gaze flicking up to mine.

"Did I say you could have it yet?" His jaw clenches, his fingers twitching against my thighs, desperate to touch, to take, to have.

"No, baby. You're gonna earn it first." I grin menacingly. "I said you gotta beg for it, didn't I?"

Jimin whines softly, frustration bleeding into his features as he clenches his hands into fists on his thighs. He knows better than to argue, but I can see it in his eyes—that desperate, bratty urge to challenge me, to test my patience. He shifts slightly, thighs pressing together as he breathes heavily, his gaze flickering between my dick and my face, waiting, aching.