It had been a few days since the balcony moment between Jimin and Yani, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. She had no idea that he would've been capable of giving her what she had been deprived of— something she couldn't even give herself.
"What are you thinking about?" Jimin
tickled her thigh with his fingers while he took down notes."Nothing."
"Don't lie, jagiya."
She sighed, tugging at her new braids. She struggled to get the words out. "Jimin..."
He hummed for her to continue.
"How did you do that?"
Jimin looked at her curiously. "Do what?"
"What you did at your party?"
He was still confused. "Donate money?"
"No. The balcony." All of a sudden, he giggled. "It's not funny!"
"What about the balcony, though?"
She wasn't really comfortable saying it out loud and it showed. Despite this, Jimin found it amusing at how shy she was at that moment. "You know...the end..."
"Elaborate."
"How did you give me serial orgasms?"
Jimin sighed as he smiled and licked his lips. "Ah, jagiya. You have so much to learn. The reason why you had a serial orgasm was because you submitted to me."
"What?"
"Come to my house after school." He suggested and, oddly, Yani wasn't against it. "I'll show you what I'm talking about."
"Okay."
Since the only lesson they had together other than PE was after their second break, it was straight to Jimin's house, with a stop at Yani's to notify her brother she would be at a friend's house.
"Intombazane noma umfana?" (A girl or boy) Mzu asked from the lounge couch not looking up from his phone.
"Umfana." (Boy) She replied unwillingly. Even though they both knew how to speak Korean, their mother had insisted on speaking IsiZulu inside the house.
"Awuyi ndawo." (You're not going anywhere)
"Ngibuke." (Watch me) She stormed out, slamming the door and climbing into Jimin's car before her brother caught her. Just as they sped off, the door was being aggressively opened to reveal an angry Mzu.
Yani's relationship with her brother was awkward. Sometimes they had their moments when they got along but most of the time, they were at each other's throats. With the latter neglectful to his little sister, she felt that since he didn't give her the time of day— this evident in his refusal to pick her up from school— she wouldn't do anything he said.
Jimin put his hand on her thigh and rubbed it slowly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He turned his head to face her in disbelief. "My brother's an ass."
"What'd he say?"
"I couldn't go with you."
And you left anyway, Jimin chuckled internally. "You're such a bad girl." He took note of her subtle smile and started teasing her. "Oh, you like that, don't you?"
She kept quiet while he inched his hand closer to her core. Yani crossed her legs quickly, trapping his hand. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she was turned on already. They were about halfway to his house when a policeman pulled them over. The interaction was short, however, as the officer took note of their position when Jimin rolled down the window. "Nevermind."
Jimin smiled mischievously as the officer left and continued driving. "Do you? Do you like being called a bad girl?" His nails dug into her skin, making her loosen her grip. This allowed him to grab a hold of her sex and she gasped. "Answer me." He said in a dark tone.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
He drove steadily, checking his surroundings—they were a few minutes from his house.
"You're a really good driver—씨발." She cussed, adjusting her position as he started rubbing her through her underwear.
"Thank you, baby."
The car was silent, save for Yani's soft moans and whimpers as Jimin teased her. He was excited for what he was about to show her, mainly because he was going to benefit from it to. It was indescribable, what he felt, when he asserted his dominance, and Yani, being the defiant person she is, was a challenge he was going to enjoy. As sadistic as it may seem, he wanted to break her. To tear her down until she was completely his— and it wasn't going to be easy.
As soon as they got to his house, he led her to his room. It was quite big and spacious, with his bed in the center of the room and furniture all around. In the corner, like her bedroom, was a chair where he would sit as he told Yani what to do.
"Your room is really nice."
He smiled at her, "Thank you. But you probably won't think that when I'm done with you. You might hate the thought of it when you leave."
He walked into a room that she didn't notice at first, and came out with a choker. "Why? What are you going to do to me?"
Jimin walked up to her until they were inches apart. As he latched the choker onto her neck, he kissed her forehead. "I'm going to torture you." The only difference with this choker, was the leash attached to the ring at the front. He giggled slightly, sliding his hand down the silk before getting a good grip. "You still want to stay, Yani?"
She was trembling now. Jimin's aura had changed. He was darker and more dominant than before, he looked despicable—evil. "Mhm."
"What did you say?" He pulled on the leash, making her knees buckle as her head pulled down.
"Yes, I still want to stay."
He pulled again, harsher than the last time. "Yes, what, Yani?"
Her lips were pressed together tightly as she resisted the urge to call him what he desired. She never thought that her life would come to a point where she would feel as low as she did now. The only puzzling thing to this revelation, was how much she enjoyed it. If Jimin was going to be dominant with her, she only desired to be his opposite and give into him.
"Answer me, Yani."
"Yes, sir."
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Fanfictiondon't scream, jagiya //interracial park jimin// Warning: contains sexual harassment in the first few chapters. Highest Ranking: #1 in ambw - 28/10/2019