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flight of the night • park jimin (bts)❌

Theme: you're a flight attendant of a private plane for international k-pop sensations. SMUTTT!

**Since you were a little girl, you have always wanted to be a flight attendant. You remember being at the young age of seven when you rode your first plane.

You were traveling to Korea with you parents for some odd business meeting the pair had to attend and your gaze fell upon the beautiful lady. She had on a bright blue pencil skirt and a white blouse complimented with her neutral makeup. She was absolutely gorgeous; and when she came up to you, you heart melted as you began to look up to her.

She asked you if you needed anything, bending down to you short and seated height. She became your role model in a matter of minutes. You didn't catch her name but you will always remember the way she looked, bobbed black hair and soft brown eyes, beautiful. Pale, frail skin and small face; which is apparently, Korean beauty standard which she was beauty even if she wasn't standard.

That was what you thought about everyday you got on a new plane, the flight attendant that inspired who you are today. This day was no exception- even if you were assisting an international boy group from America to Korea, you still thought about that woman and mentally thank her.

You met the seven boys the day before and you remember one of the pretty ones looking at you for way to long. That made you feel so much better about yourself because a k-pop sensation looked at you like he wanted to fuck you. Of course, he probably got ass on a daily but he wanted yours and that's what counts.

As soon as the seven men entered the plane, every staff member went crazy. Everyone hustled around to make sure they were the most comfortable they ever have been while you waited for your cue to get drinks. When everything was finally settled and you could maneuver your way to ask for orders, you did just that.

You got six orders and the last person that was left made your stomach churn and erupt with butterflies. What kind of k-drama was this?

"What can I get you, sir?" you asked the man with bright pink, almost blinding pink, hair. He smirked at you and looked at you from head to toe. Your breathe got caught in your windpipe. Fuck was this man hot.

"Your name," he asked (more like commanded) for instead of a drink like the rest of the boys. You smiled, it was your job after all, and told him your name. You asked if he wanted a drink. "I'm thirsty but not for something I can drink though."

That smile was still plastered on your face, but the blush across your cheeks was evident by now. You nodded and quickly walked away. As quick as you could, you got the six boys (who asked properly) their drinks but while passing the man with pink locks, he winked at you which caused a tingle to form in your stomach. He was just that beautiful and attractive. You entered the bathroom closing the sliding door behind you quickly but not quick enough.

The pink headed boy stopped the door, preventing it from moving with his foot. He squeezed into the bathroom squishing you to the wall from lack of space. He shut the door and locked it immediately.

"I'm Jimin of BTS at your service," he said almost suggestively licking his plump lips for effect. The tingle in your tummy got stronger as he moved closer, pinning you against the wall. Fuck, were you dreaming? "How do you feel about joining the 'mile high club' with me, Doll?"

Who were you to say no to this sex god? Who were you to deny such a handsome man your body? You could, of course you could, but would you was the best question; no, you wouldn't.

You grabbed his collar and smashed your hungry lips against the man's. The lust in his eyes and stature is what fueled this newfound confidence. You would never in a million years be able to do this if this security boost of confined walls and Jimin didn't wig your senses out.

His lips moved against yours with a elegance and grace you only found in an art museum or a extremely fancy restaurant. His propped you against the wall but soon moved you on top the sink. As fast as lightening, Jimin pushed you panties to the side and slammed into your heat. You muffled you painful moan into his shoulder as his dick explored the uncharted territories of your body. You wrapped your legs around his torso and tried to pressed him further into you by pushing his ass cheeks closer to you. It worked and his cock felt the grooves of your g-spot. He pulled himself out and slapped his balls against you own ass pushing back in.

His thrusts were rough and sharp when he first started, but as seconds turned in to minutes, his movements became sloppier. He was so close, and you could tell as the sweat from his temple fell onto your uniform blouse. As if he needed that one last boost to make him cum, a flash of turbulence shook the whole plane. The vibrations from the plane sent shivers through his body and into yours.

You immediately came and the clench of your walls, weened the cum out of Jimin's own dick. He came deep into you. He tiredly kissed you again pulling out of your pussy that oozed out cum.

"Thanks for making my dreams come true," he said with a lazy smirk fixing his pants and shirt to look presentable. With one last crooked grin, he slide back out of the doors leaving you breathless on the sink. Thank god you were on some seriously strong birth control.