•JiHope•

•Him•

I woke up and immediately made breakfast for my brother and I.  I always cooked for the both of us in order to help make his morning a lot less hectic.  After we ate and he left, I headed off to the address Jimin gave me for his house.  Butterflies filled my stomach as I got closer and closer to the building.  As I walked into the lobby of the apartment building, I felt very intimidated.  The floors were made of marble, and chandeliers decorated the high ceiling.  I definitely didn't belong here. 
I went up to the top floor of the building and found Jimin's place.  I rang the door bell only to receive no answer.
"He did say to let myself in...". I said to myself, as I scanned the card he gave me yesterday.  I opened the door to see an extravagantly decorated room with leather couches, a balcony and expensive looking decor.  I walked to the living room and saw a note written on pink paper that read:
Welcome Hobi,
This is Jimin.  If you are reading this, feel free to start reading the text books I have left for you.  I'm asleep right now, but will be with you shortly
Love,
~Jimin🖤
I looked up from the note and grunted.  First he calls me Hobi, then he doesn't even bother to be awake for our session.  I picked up one of the heavy textbooks and began reading.  After a while, the words began to jumble all together as my eyes struggles to stay open.  I blinked once, and the next moment, I'm awoken by a pair of lips next to mine.  I jolt up to see Jimin on the sofa next to me.  God, he looked good...  He was wearing a silk buttoned shirt with a patterned coat over top.  Not to mention the way his hair fell over his face.  He was staring into my eyes, and I realized the way he was looking at me.  He looked as if he wanted me.  He bit his lip and only broke eye contact to blink.  I then noticed the tightness of my jeans.
"U-uh.  May I use the bathroom real quick?"  I panicked, but he saw right through me.
"That won't be needed."  He still kept eye contact.  "I can help you with that."
Before I could protest he pulled me into a kiss again.  He was good.  He played with my lower lip as we battled for dominance; and he won.  He then released to place me on his lap.  We continued making out as he played with me with his hand up my shirt.  I couldn't take it, I was needy and I wanted him so badly.  I tried desperately to keep my act together, but I slipped.
"Daddy, please...!"  I covered my mouth once I realized what i said.  My face was bright red as I turned away from him.  He stopped what he was doing, and turned me to face him.
"I didn't know this about you...". He tilted his head.  "I like it though, baby."  Those words came out of his mouth so beautifully.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to grind on his lap.  He moaned quietly from the friction.  I was so happy in that moment.  I had a bad feeling about him at first, but now look at me.  I'm a moaning mess all from the guy who was in love with my married brother.
"Baby keep going."  He said.  His head tilted back as he was breathing heavily.  I continued sucking on his neck and palming his crotch.
He toyed with my jeans as I sat up and let him take them off. Leaving me in my boxers. His finger played with the elastic of my underwear. Every touch spread a shiver over my body. He knew I was submissive towards him, and it was apparent that he loved being in charge. But I loved it too. The way he controlled me turned me on. My breathing became uneven and harsh as he jerked me off.
"Daddy...". I panted, on the verge of releasing, "C-can I please come-". He simply rolled his eyes. That was an obvious no; but I couldn't hold on. I then released over his lap and collapsed onto him.
"Get to work". He said, pushing me aside.
"B-but". He acted as though nothing had happened, and walked upstairs to his room. I didn't know how to feel. That was the first time I had ever exposed myself to someone like that; let alone another guy. But there was something about the way he carried himself: collected, almost emotionless. The way he moaned my name five minutes ago gave me butterflies in my stomach. I tried desperately to focus, but it was practically impossible.