Mr. Rude| PJM FF

𝕻𝖆𝖌𝖊 13

Arriving at the shop, Jimin went straight to the bathroom― to do all his dirty, dirty work. He was still horny but he felt something beyond his wood. A spark, some type of flutter when she sang beautifully. But oh well, demons can't feel love~

After doing his business, he went into the staff room and he saw all 6 of his best mates.

"Someone's horny, huh?" Jimin blushed at his ex lovers deep, husky, dominant― his ex lovers voice.

"Shut up Yoongi, it's something I could never be for you anyway lol" Shade was thrown.

The rest of the memebers watched unamused― since this happened on the daily.

By the time the 5 looked back at the 2― after giving eachother annoyed glances, they found Yoongi and Jimin gawking at the front door.

"Hello." Jimins dream girl waved. "Jimin, it's time." She ushered.

"To fuck?"

"No dipshit, for our date, remember?"

"Gosh you're so irritating―  let's fuck already!"

Her eyes were looking heavy out of annoyance and this only made Jimin hornier.

All eyes were on Jimins sweaty, flustered, red and blushed face. He looked high.

Expressions and actions never last long.

He grabbed y/n and brought her to his office. His palms were sweaty and he was missing his mom's spaghetti.

She was wearing a red denim skirt matched with a red denim jacket. Her legs were on full display apart from her belly that was currently covered with her jacket because of the position. She was leaned back on his desk and he was leaned onto her with his arms trapping her in his embrace. The heated tension between the two was like electricity sparking. Both their hearts were racing with desires that because of stubbornness― couldn't be fulfilled.

Their eyes were now of their ancestors colour. Jimin, a deep red colour― representing the blood sweat and tears shed fighting for something, urging for something. Craving for something― like a beast ready to devour it's prey.

Y/N was different. It was a bright colour of yellow― presenting the sparks and energy she was feeling in this moment of time: her ancestors when ready to face something. Only, she had a desire― a lust for something she knew she couldn't deal with. Her eyes were golden yellow, the sun when it's shining bright ready to face the world― and so that's what she was, ready and willing.

The heat the two produced was unreplicable. The urge in their gut had maximized and they had reached their limit. The mixed desire of lust and love was evident in their expressions― adoration. They began to hollucinate. The thought of sex was on their mind. This was bad. Very bad.

Sharing thoughts was a trait only to be seen in demon and angel couples.

In other words, they were beginning to fall in love.

'Jimin can you hear me?' She thought as tears began to rim her eyes.

"Yes" he said aloud. He frowned with a glint of compassion in his eyes.

"Its okay, love. I know were both falling in love." He calm cradled her weeping form in his arms and tears began to drop from his distressed eyes.

"We got this" he smirked as he gripped her throat.

He was soo horny again.

After all, her chest was squished on him.

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