The Black Dahlia | BTS 🔞

Sane is boring

The others were long gone when Dahlia and Jimin finally got up from the throne. They didn't even realize the time had passed. The club was about to officially "close" for the rest of the night... Well, morning at this point.

Jimin still had his prize in his hand, as Dahlia made him follow her outside of the VIP room, heading straight to the booths. The alcohol in her system was still pretty strong and she couldn't resist her bad impulses anymore.

Ever since she was a teenager, darkness had creeped over her like a bad shadow following her around. When she was a child, she used to go into the swamp out of the city and play with snakes and frogs, the dangerous hobby making her so excited she could faint. She would often find small animal carcasses and play with it as to understand their anatomy. But as she got older, she realized it wasn't normal at all to do these kind of activities. One day, her brother followed her and yelled at her. She never returned afterwards. Instead, she started training, taking swimming and boxing lessons to conceal any abnormal thoughts she could have.

Some times, during her late teens, she would feel the need to do something bad, and it would often transcript into being overly seductive with boys and enticing them. Her first times weren't soft at all, and she never really cared about it. She liked it that way. She got older and went to college, and she tried to calm down, focusing on her studies and watching serial killer documentaries. That way, she could fulfill her curiosity while looking completely normal. At one point, she even forgot about all of this, living her life as normal as anyone else, getting married and having a child. She didn't even miss these crazy thoughts. No one knew of it, even her husband.

Dahlia had been able to contain it inside of her for a long time, but the sudden changes to her life the past year had been pretty rough on her mental barriers. She really wasn't supposed to drink more than one or two glasses, and when she did, her craziness would come out. As much as she could be that considerate, kind woman, she always had this other side.

Jimin's hand in hers, she stopped in front of the booth, taking the "no passage" sign in her hands before swinging it on the floor.

- Oops...

The man looked at her with his stormy eyes, not understanding what was happening, all the blood he normally had in his brain having migrated down south of his body.

Dahlia pushed the violet curtain aside, before pulling him inside the private space, closing back the curtains. Even after it got cleaned up by her team, the smell of curled blood still mixed up with the bleach scent. It was so wrong of them to be there, but Dahlia had never felt so exhilarated in her life. Stars were literally shining in her eyes when she finally put her gaze back into Jimin's. And to her surprise, she could see the same light reflecting. Pure excitement.

Her lips searched for his as she pulled him even closer by the collar of his shirt, already unbuttoning it. Again, she was able to see the thorns inked on his skin, taking his suit and shirt off to reveal his muscular arms and chest. But, as soon as she revealed his arm, she saw something coming straight out of her worst nightmare. On his forearm, there was a rose intertwined with thorns. Mortified, she quickly pushed him away from her.

- Your... Your tattoo... How? What?

But as soon as those words came out of her mouth, Dahlia realized it wasn't the same tattoo at all. It was just her mind playing tricks. There really was a rose with thorns, but there were no guns. Instead, it looked more like a small dagger.

- What do you mean?

Jimin stopped his movements, looking at her, wondering what she was talking about.

- Hm... I thought you had the same tattoo as someone from my past... But no. Everything's fine.

- Who?

- A murderer...

His gaze stopped as she touched the flower inked on his lower arm. Jimin didn't know how to act with this information at all. He knew her life would be weirdly dangerous because of the profession she had, but he didn't know it would be that intense.

As he tried to find the right way to answer, Dahlia simply started to kiss the inked skin of his arm at the exact place the problematic tattoo was located. Unhurried, she made her way to his neck with pecks, shivers appearing on every bit of his skin as his questions disappeared from his mind. The alcohol had tainted his spirit, a warm fog taking place in his brain.

Jimin's hands went down her body, caressing the skin of her inner thigh as he pulled up her tight little black dress that drove him crazy all night. After that kiss with Jungkook, he didn't know if he would ever be able to kiss her again. He knew how the young man felt about Dahlia, and he hoped she didn't feel anything towards him. Clearly, he had hoped right.

His hand passed over from her thighs to her intimacy, his fingers caressing it gently at first, bringing a satisfactory sigh out of her mouth. His middle finger rubbed her pleasure button, Dahlia arching her back to get closer to his chest. When he first entered his index into her, she muffled a moan in his neck, biting a little bit into his skin. With way too much ease, he found the exact spot to trigger her into an ecstatic mess.

- Oh god, don't stop!

As this little sentence made her laugh, she could feel her inside clench around his second finger penetrating her. Dahlia couldn't think anymore, the pleasure burning from her lower belly all the way up to the top of her brain. Jimin's fingers were still digging into her, bringing her to the edge of her nerves. She was so close to having an orgasm, the first one of a long night.

- Take me now... Oppa. Now.

She ripped off her dress and his pants, the bulge in his boxer close to tear off the fabric anyway. In one quick motion, he took out his member and impaled her on top of him, thrusting into her as if his life depended on her sole pleasure. Finally, she felt an explosion within her, fireworks painting her mind as she let out another heavy moan, as she didn't care anymore as to be heard by anyone. What could they do? Kick them out? Obviously not.

Every pulsation into the woman's intimity drove Jimin madder with each thrust. He could already feel her inside tightening around him, twitching his own sensations. His plump lips pursued her skin, pushing her head back by pulling her long locks to discover her neck. Jimin knew they'd both be wearing turtleneck for a while now.

He firmly grabbed her waist as to lift her up and down on him, intensifying the force of each hit. Dahlia couldn't even bother to think about anything else, or anyone else. Anything that might have happened earlier today had vanished from her mind, the sensation of Jimin inside of her overpowering her whole body. She helped him by pushing her feet on the cushion of the bench.

Their two bodies were colliding, embracing each other in every way, out in the open.

The private space was now moans, grunts, bleach and rotted blood, the purple lightning making it all feel like an illusion.

...

This night would become a whole blur to Dahlia's mind. The only things she knew for certain being that she kissed Jungkook, she drank way too much and the bed she was in wasn't hers.