MY INNOCENCE 🌸 || p.jm ✔︎

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Jimin was pretty quite and spaced out during the rest of the night. I hugged my parents goodbye because their staying at a different place. The room was dimmed, sounds of the shower running filling the quite room.

I set my new engagement ring on the night stand as I grabbed some clothes from my suitcase. He came out, towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping down his body, his damp black hair, lazily hanging on his forehead. I found myself in a trance, hypnotized by the sight in front of me.

"Like what you see?" He asked cockily. I playfully rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom to shower. When I came back I saw him, shirtless, typing away on his laptop, worry clear on his face.

"You okay?" I asked him while grabbing some lotion.

Yeah." He answered dryly. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked over to him. I took his laptop and set it aside as I straddled his lap.

"Hey," I held his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing love."

"Jimin.."

"I got a call from the doctor that works in the morgue... Shownu wasn't one of the identified bodies which mean he could still be out there and when it's time to go home... I'm afraid your parents can't come back with us."

"What why!?" I exclaimed.

"Because I don't want anything to happen to them, or you." I sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too." I gently pecked his lips.

"There's something else we have to discuss, that we haven't really talked about before." I waited for him to finish. "Marriage. When we get married, you'll be the Mafia Queen, certain responsibilities will follow and there's no doubt in my mind that you can't handle it, but I just want to know are you ready for it."

"Jimin, I want to marry you, I want to be your wife. But we can worry about all that tomorrow, tonight we celebrate." I smile widely.

"Celebrate what?" He chuckles.

"Our official engagement." I whispered as I placed soft kisses along his jawline, down to his neck, sucking and biting gently on the skin.

"Angel..." He slightly groaned while grabbing my waist.

"Yes daddy?" I answered seductively, grinding my lower half against him, feeling the bulge in his pants get bigger. I was aroused, my lace panties soaking. His hands slides inside of them as he grips my bare ass, more friction being created and the horniness level rising inside of me.

"Take off your shirt." I raised up from his neck and did as he said, no bra underneath which cause him to chew on his bottom lip. He started to play with my erected buds, pinching them and rubbing them, making me whimper from his touch.

"Daddy please..." I whined.

"Please what?" He taunted, his hands moving to front to play with my wetness.

"Please fuck me." He pulled me in and kissed me hungrily. In the midst, he slid his sweatpants off, along with his boxers. His fingers grabbed my panties, ripping them off and throwing them on the floor.

I took his harden member in my hand, stroking it slowly as I sucked on his tongue. I placed him at my entrance, sliding down slowing on his shaft.

My moans spilled out as he stretched my walls, with everything going on it's been a while since we had sex. I wondered if he got bigger, cause it sure as hell felt like it. He held my hips in place as he ground upwards against me.

"You're so tight princess." His control my movements, back and forth, up and down. I held his forearms, while he continued to move.

"I want more." I moaned. He flipped us over quickly and immediately slammed into me, without missing a beat. I moaned aloud, uncontrollably, loving every thrust, reaching my spot and destroying it.