"Mr.Kim, we'll be landing shortly. Please turn off any device in use."
As the stewardess pulls back, the ebony's shoulders ease into a comfortable slouch. Grinning, he adjusts the rounded glasses set on the bridge of his nose and the man speaks softly, "Of course."
The stewardess fidgets, a light champagne tinting her ears as his glassy eyes wander deep into hers.
God, he is handsome.
"Anything I can get you before we land?"
The stewardess stands uncomfortably in place as the man's attention ventures out the window. "Tell me," The corners of his lips perk. "Are you still selling alcohol?"
She hesitates a little before replying, "Yes."
The man's chest rises and falls as a sigh of exhaustion shoots through his throat. "Great. I'll have one glass of your finest bourbon."
With what awaits, he's going to need it.
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Leaning in close, Jimin centers himself superiorly.
Oh, he's got you tight.
So tight, escape doesn't even cross your mind for a millisecond.
The only door you have left to turn to is a horrific one: despicable defeat. In retrospect it's your fault for never thinking he'd catch your hypocrisy, the fact you well... Had an equally scandalous rendez-vous in the same institution.
Red with shame, your shoulders sag. "I'll do what you want, just don't tell anyone."
Briefly, this twinge of guilt screams from within as he stares into your eyes: your shameful, shameful eyes.
"Good. Now we're on the same page." Even Jimin winces at the way his words roll off his tongue.
Is this fair play?
Well, it's not like he can help himself; playing dirty always seems to be on his menu, especially when your reactions are the main course.
Shoving the usb stick into his pocket, Jimin's lips flutter apart. "The stupid bastard should know by now... I don't share." His gaze drifts to your lips, then lifelessly to the auditorium door.
You gulp hard as his lips curve.
"Y/N..." A shiver shoots through your body as he calls out your name so huskily.
Damn.
He could really use a taste.
A lick... Just to tame this fever...
Unannounced, your saviour comes to fetch you, ringing vigorously against your desk to the point where Jimin lets out an irritated sigh.
"Stupid phone." He mutters.
Heart leaping past the moon, you reach back for the apparatus only for Jimin to clamp a possessive hand on your wrist.
"Later." He growls, "Right now you owe me."
Soft, yet flaming with torturous dominance, his gaze falls. As if a frown wasn't enough of a hint, Jimin takes your semi-hostility as a green light. Those pretty little lips of yours are just so tantalizing...
So he dictates the shrinking proximity, one hand caressing your cheek and the other grazing your upper thigh. Though, his ploy isn't enough to make you refrain from peeking back.
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Exes And Hoes
Fanfiction❝If sex is a pain in the ass then you're doing it wrong.❞ In the remnants of his Xs and Os is merely just an Ex and a Hoe. A tale in which a hoe loathes his ex and plans to get revenge even if it means playing dirty ;) A/N: Shit gets kinky. This sto...
