Promise: BTS Jimin smut

Part 5

I still haven't calmed my breathing down when there is a knock on the door, it startling me and causing me to jump a couple of inches into the air.

"I'm in here!" I yell with a shaky voice, my hand resting over my heart from the shock. I turn around when the door is opened anyway, ready to cuss out whatever drunk idiot decided to come in anyway.

"J-Jimin?"

He doesn't say anything, his eyes on me as he closes and locks the door behind him. No words can describe how I am feeling right now, my mouth slack as he walks towards me with teasingly slow steps.

The tingling feeling comes back full throttle and my breath hitches in my throat as his fingers gently trail over my arms, a tremor running down my spine as his breath fans across my face.

"Did you really have to wear this?" he asks in his seductively husky voice, my eyes closing as he leans closer to me neck. His nose trails along my jaw before going down my neck, his finger tracing along my stomach where my fishnets end.

"How am I supposed to control myself when you look so fucking sexy?"

I moan at his words, my eyes opening in shock. I'm surprised at myself, never having gotten so turned on just by the sound of someone's voice. He chuckles before placing a small kiss on the skin beneath my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist.

I gasp when I feel his bulge pressing against my heat, my body craving for more friction. I swallow before saying, "I sh-should go," not liking how little control I seem to have over my body.

This isn't what it was like with Justin at all. With him, I knew that what we were doing was wrong; felt wrong. This is starting to scare me because no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to convince myself that what Jimin and I are doing is bad.

"Why baby, don't you want me?"

He rocks his hips into mine and I can't help the moan that slips from between my lips, my body automatically moving with his. One of his hands trails down my leg before picking it up and placing it around his waist, him then moving even closer to me.

His lips feel every bit as soft as I thought they would as he trails kisses along my jaw before he pecks my lips, him pulling away to nip at my bottom lip with his teeth. I groan at the feeling and can no longer refrain from touching him, my hands reaching up to grasp onto his hair as he brings his mouth back to mine.

I have never been the kind of person to sleep with someone after only knowing them for a day, but I don't care right now. Something about Jimin has rendered me absolutely helpless when it comes to his touch, my mind completely empty of any thought except for how good his mouth feels against mine.

I whimper as his hand trails down my body, his mouth leaving mine to attack my neck. I cry out as he bites down a little too hard on my skin before pulling away, calming down the hot spikes of pain by kissing it. The way he is being rough with me is such a turn on, my core aching the longer he crushes his body against mine.

His hands work on unbuttoning my pants as I do the same to him, the sound of his belt coming undone filling the room. He pulls my fishnets and jeans down until they are by my knees, my fingers brushing against something in his pocket. I now know what he had asked his friend for as I pull the square condom package out and open it for him, him then taking it out of my hands as he slides his pants and boxers down.

He quickly turns me around before harshly pushing me down against the sink, the marble cold against my exposed stomach. I turn my head slightly to watch him as he slides the condom over his length, biting my lip at the sight.

He uses one of his hands to guide his tip to my entrance while the other one wraps around my hair, my scalp tingling with a mixture of pain and please as he pulls on it.

"Fuck!" I yell out, my mouth opening yet no other sounds escaping. He slams into me again and my knees tremble, the feeling of my walls stretching making my eyes water. Justin was apparently smaller than him in length and width because I am not at all used to the tear jerking pleasure that is coursing through me.

My head is thrown back as he pounds into me from behind, his hold on my hair tightening as he picks up the pace. He isn't being gentle at all, his hips snapping against my ass so hard that I wouldn't be surprised if bruises form the next day. The way he is handling me is harsh, yet gentle enough to show me that he doesn't want to hurt me. It honestly feels amazing, me never having felt this before.

The minutes pass by me in a blur of pleasure and bliss, it all melding together in a way that has my head spinning. I can feel it as I grow closer and closer to my release, the pressure building in my stomach and making me moan almost desperately.

"Fuck, your moans are so hot" he mumbles as he pulls me up so that my back is against his chest, the speed of his thrusts getting faster. I can feel his body shake as he comes closer to his release as well, his mouth by my ear. His harsh breathing gets faster and faster until soft, sensual moans start escaping his lips, his high upon him.

"I'm g-gunna-"

I don't get a chance to finish my sentence, my stomach contracting as wave upon wave of overwhelming pleasure courses through my body. My legs begin to shake as strangled moans escape my mouth, one of his hands reaching up to grasp onto my throat from behind. This is what sends me completely over the edge, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I cum so hard that I see stars.

My whole body is sensitive to his touch, my high lasting much longer than it ever has before. Every thrust has my stomach clenching in the most wonderful way, my hands unable to do anything but clutch at his hair in desperation. Jimin's names escapes my mouth in the most pleasure-filled moan I have ever heard myself make before, my head spinning as I try and calm my breathing back down.

He moans one last time before his body stills, his muscles tense as he orgasms as well. His cum fills up the condom and stretches my walls out even more, a groan leaving my parted lips at the feeling.

Then he just stays there, his breathing as hard as mine as we try to make the moment last for as long as possible. The only sounds I can hear are our labored breathing and the muffled music, my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest.