You had never met anyone as beautiful as Park Jimin. Inside and out he was absolutely stunning. He had a warm heart that glowed whenever he was happy, he just shone. He glowed like the Angel Gabriel in the Christmas play. He was an angel. He'd hold your hand whenever you were out in public, unashamedly showing you off to the rest of the world. He'd cheer you on in anything you did, regardless of whether or not you'd fail because he supported you 100%. He made you laugh when you were down, stroked your cheek as he listened to you speak. He was such a gentle gentleman, you sometimes questioned if he was real. And that was just his personality.
He had such strong features, and a jawline that would slice a watermelon in two; a feature of his you loved to kiss as much as you possibly could. His eyes were always intense, regardless of his emotion. His hands, small but powerful, as on more than one occasion he had you screaming because of them. His lips were so plump and soft, you couldn't stop kissing him, despite the years you'd been together. His body was slender and muscular. And more recently, a rough tattoo was added, an English word running across his ribcage adding just that extra layer of hotness. You remember when he first got it and came home to show you, despite the fact that it was red and swollen, you jumped him there and then and rode him on the sofa, using his abs as leverage as you allowed yourself to bounce on his cock. His well-structured, fat cock that always stretched you out so good. But his hair was perhaps your biggest weakness. His hair made him look like a real Prince Charming. It was layered and volumized, and he liked to play with it a lot. He'd run his hands down the middle to get it out his face, and despite the fact that he looked like the douchebag romantic interest of a teenage comedy, he was mesmerizingly gorgeous.
But Jimin was somewhat possessive. He had a bit of a jealous side to him that you didn't see very often down to his bright and bubbly personality, but when you did, oh boy. Jimin was a whole other kind of sexy when he was pissed off or jealous. When he was being serious, you knew he could do you some serious damage. And there were times when you wanted him to.
Jimin was a dom through and through. He was a sadist, a rigger, your Master. And you loved to push his buttons. Just like you were doing tonight.
Bangtan never really threw parties, they were too busy to really enjoy them. But this new come back was different. They'd worked so hard and deserved to celebrate the release of their latest album. And, being so close to the band, you were obviously one of the first names on the guest list. And you dressed to impress, you always did. You made sure to wear your best colour, and the style your man loved so you could look good for him. You never felt the need to look good for him. You never felt the pressure to. In fact, he loved you whatever you wore, or in some cases, didn't wear. But tonight you wanted to be as attractive as possible for him. It just made you feel good knowing you'd made him happy.
Except, tonight you weren't making him happy. You were making him livid. Your tight skirt clung to your ass making it stand out more so than usual. Your body language suggested that you were flirting with one of the crew members, when in actual fact he was too busy talking about his children to notice your cleavage, and too in love with his wife to even attempt to shag you in the company toilets. But that wasn't what Jimin was thinking about. While talking to his manager, he caught a glimpse of you and began to imagine the crew member's hands running all over your backside. Your nails digging into his back. No. He shuddered at the thought. He knew you'd never do anything to hurt him. But his staff member, well, he didn't know him that well at all. And he hated this. He hated watching him all over you and vice versa.
You felt his hand on your hip a moment later, squeezing into your flesh hard. His lips moved to your ear, and with a complete disregard for the conversation you were just having, he spoke. "Get in the car." He ordered.
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Playtime - A Book Of BTS Smut And Fluff
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