Promise: BTS Jimin smut

Part 39

I got way too drunk last night at the club.

I am usually really good at drinking just enough to get a buzz and then enjoying myself, but tonight was different. It didn't help that Jimin wouldn't stop buying me drinks, him gazing at me in amusement the more drunk I got. I think he did it on purpose, him curious to see what I would do if I got too intoxicated.

We danced a lot that night, the alcohol in my system making it easier for me to let go and have fun. I had a couple drinks too much though, me passing out in exhaustion as soon as we had gotten into his car. That is why my head is pounding right now, a low groan leaving my lips as Jimin's breath fans across my neck from behind.

"I hate you" I mumble as my head throbs in pain, feeling his body move as he laughs at me. He leaves a soft kiss on my clothed shoulder, a smile on his lips as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back and into his chest.

"No you don't."

I scoff, "yes I do."

I don't think I could ever hate him, but he's to blame for my pounding headache. I know I could have said no to the drinks he kept giving me, but I'm not focusing on that right now. I'm blaming it all on him like the immature girl I am.

"I'm sorry baby" he whispers huskily, leaning down to kiss the side of my neck. I can't help but smile as he leaves soft pecks along my skin, one of his hands trailing up my bare thigh. He must have changed me for bed last night, because all I am wearing is one of his t-shirts.

"I forgive you" I say with a sigh, focusing on his fingers as they start to tease my folds. I bite down on my lip as he inserts one of his fingers into my entrance, his lips now pressed against my jaw.

"Are you sure?" he mumbles against my skin, a moan leaving my mouth as he inserts another finger. He begins pumping in and out and I can't seem to be able to talk, a hum leaving my lips instead as I try and answer his question.

"Fuck" I pant, clutching onto his wrist as the pleasure he is giving me intensifies. He never ceases to amaze me, it as if he knows exactly what to do to push me over the edge. I can feel it as he starts to grow excited as well, his bulge pressing against my back.

I groan when he stops, his hands reaching down to remove his shirt from my boy and leaving me completely exposed to him. I watch as he removes his boxers before hovering over me, a tantalizing smirk on his face.

"Wait" I say quietly, placing my hand on his chest. He looks down at me in question, his head tilted to the side as I bite my lower lip. He looks like a confused puppy as he gazes down at me, his expression almost making me coo at how adorable he looks as he waits for me to speak.

"I want to be on top."

His eyes are wide, him glancing between the two of mine before nodding curtly. He doesn't speak as I push him so that he is on his back, his head resting on the pillow below him. I straddle his waist before taking hold of his erect member, leading it towards my entrance.

"Oh fuck, baby" he groans as I sit down on him, his eyes clenching shut as his hands latch onto my hips. His mouth drops open as I begin to move my hips in teasingly slow circles, loud pants leaving his plump lips.

I have never been one to like being on top when it comes to having sex, especially when it comes to Jimin. There is just something about how he controls me that drives me wild, it so much more enjoyable when he is in control. That's why I usually leave it up to him to make me feel good, this something I have done only once before.

There was a reason why I asked to be on top though. Jimin is a dom through and through, but I have noticed something about him. He always moans the loudest when I am in control, which is odd seeing how much he likes being in charge. He cums the hardest when I am the one making all of the decisions, which is why I chose to do it this way.

I decide to stop teasing the guy when I see sweat begin to form on his neck and chest, stopping my circular motion to bounce up and down. I immediately get a reaction, a choked moan escaping his lips as his eyebrows crease in pleasure.

The pleasure flows through me as well, wave upon wave of it making my toes curl and my movements sloppy. I can't bring myself to close my eyes though, too enraptured by the man below me.

His head is thrown back, all of his muscles tense as he holds onto my hips. His chest rises and falls rapidly as husky moans leave his glistening lips, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck. I have never seen anyone look as hot as he does right now, my high coming upon me the longer I watch him.

He fills me up entirely, his hand unclenching the bed sheets to rub at my clit. The stimulation makes me moan louder, my stomach clenching as I come undone on top of him. My legs are shaking as I yell out in pleasure, my nails scratching along his abs and chest as I orgasm.

I don't stop moving though. I'm tired and my legs are beginning to hurt, but I continue riding him as his moans get louder. I can tell he is close as his body shakes below me, his moans getting higher in pitch and coming more frequently. I have honestly never been more turned on in my life as the lust-filled sounds reach my ears, his hold on my waist tightening.

"C-Chloe, nggh, holy ah-shit!"

His eyes roll to the back of his head and he stills, his body tensing. I feel it as his dick twitches inside of me as he cums, the warm liquid splashing against my walls before trailing down the inside of my thighs. I move my body up slightly before moving it back down, his body tensing again as another low moan leaves his lips.

He looks absolutely exhausted, his hands leaving my hips to cover his eyes as he pants, his whole body quivering. I immediately know that I made the right choice, just the sight of him so lost in pleasure making me feel proud.

"Why didn't you..." he stops in order to take deep breaths, it clear that he hasn't recovered yet.

"Why didn't you kiss me?"

I chuckle, "because you have morning breath, and it reeks of alcohol."

"Like you're any better" he teases, peeking up at me from between his fingers. I gasp playfully, slapping his chest as I get off of him.

"Fuck you."

"You just did."