wet dreams ✩ pjm

o5.

Facetime;

Monica 💘

my breath hitched and i looked at him and gave him the "what are we going to do" look.

he still had his face in shock as he got up and gently put me down next to him

he bent down and started digging throughout a Adidas bag in the floor

"what are you doing?"

the call had actually ended but he was still quickly looking through his bag

"she knows that i don't practice today and i also kinda had a date with her"

"what the actual fuck park jimin, why the fuck did you decide to do this today"

he turned back at me with a stern look

"i forgot okay"

"what are you doing right now"

"ha... found it"

he said as he was holding a jersey in his hand that was up in the air

it was his school jersey

"what are you going to do with that"

"you'll see"

since i was on top of him i never even noticed how actual fucking built he was his milky six pack making me want to lick them

wew... what a man whore

i didn't notice my mouth was open almost dripping saliva, but the men whore cut me short

"like what you see babygirl"

i looked at him he was staring at me with a smirk

"don't flatter yourself, Justin Bieber has more then you"

"bet that Crusty Wiener does not make you moan like i was doing just 2 seconds ago"

i rolled my eyes as i don't know what to say anymore.

he then puts the shirt on

"wait in here don't come out"

he grabs his phone on the way

~jimin's pov~

i know monica is going to be mad as hell at me but i couldn't resist that piece of cake i have in the car

i pressed on her contact info and press the facetime button

i rings for like 3 seconds until she answers

all i could see is her forehead

"babe?"

i know she was mad but i was trying to show off the jersey that popped up in my head as an slick idea

"babe i know you're mad, but they told us to come to practice at the very last moment"