Atalanta

Part 13

• Y/N •

Dawn crests the sill of the window to illuminate the length of my bed. Jimin stirs, rolling over to drape an arm over my waist. His lips brush the curve of my neck and, mumbling a rather colorful epithet, I bury my face in his chest.

Without opening his eyes, Jimin chuckles. "What was that for?"

Huffing, I let my breath graze his skin. "I believe I requested to be woken a very specific way this morning."

"Oh, right." Jimin hums, nudging his knee in between mine. "You're quite bossy before breakfast – did you know that?"

"I'm bossy all the time. I'm the Queen, it's my job."

Jimin's laughter is muffled against my neck. "It's your job to annoy the hell out of your prince?"

"King," you correct.

"King consort," he alters.

"Humph." Fingers curling into his hair, I trace the thin scar at the base of his neck. A reminder of what is past, as Jimin calls it. "You are more popular with the people than I am," I mumble. "Be honest."

"I do not think you want me to be completely honest, do you? That takes all the fun out of things."

I open an eye. "Why? What are you lying to me about?"

"That silver dress is awful." Jimin's fingers trace a shape on my shoulder. "It reminds me of goddess eyes."

Snorting, I roll over to face the window. Now, my back is to Jimin. "That silver dress was expensive," I complain, feeling him shift closer. Jimin presses his front to my back, smoothing his hand down the sheets to feel the length of my body.

I shiver when his hand stops on my ass. "What can I say." He sighs, lips brushing my neck. "I'm a purist, I prefer you like this."

"Naked?"

"Mm," Jimin agrees, hips pressing to yours. "Clothing is just so unnecessary for what I want to do to you."

"Which is?" I ask, suddenly breathless. Jimin's hand slips under the sheet, parting my legs to discover how wet I already am.

He inhales sharply. "Don't you know?" Jimin teases, sliding his fingers over the slick of my folds. "I thought you wanted to be woken a certain way?"

"I did," I breathe, attempting to roll over but Jimin splays a hand on my stomach to hold me in place.

"No," he murmurs. I groan, feeling his cock push between my legs. "Like this."

I don't protest, eyelids fluttering shut when he pulls from my thighs, only to push slowly back in. The noise is obscene, wet and needy while Jimin ruts up against me. His hand curls over my hip, anchoring me to the bed while he gets himself off. Jimin's hand moves higher, teasing a nipple while his lips press to my neck.

Letting go, Jimin tugs the sheet down to my waist, exposing my chest to the cool, morning air. At the contrast I moan, a sound quickly silenced when Jimin thrusts harder. His cock slips in and out of my thighs, driving me crazy with how close he is to being inside. I arch my back, attempting to make him slip in.

Jimin chuckles, grabbing my body and righting the angle. "Not yet, darling," he whispers, hand grazing my chest.

"Please, Jimin," I moan, pressing backwards each time that he thrusts. "Please, I just want you inside me."

"Oh?" His hand slips to my sex, parting my folds to flick over my clit. "I'm kind of enjoying this," he sighs. With each thrust, his cock rubs every part of my sex. I cannot help but gasp, bending forward.

"Please," I whimper. Jimin cups my heat, dragging me backwards and pulling me over his cock. "Oh, fuck."

His answering laugh is breathless and finally, he gives in, securing his cock to push slowly inside. I groan when he does, shoving my hips backwards in wordless insistence. Jimin massages my clit as he moves, coaxing me onto him. Once he is done, buried inside, a whimper falls from my lips.

"Jimin, move," I demand, voice cracking in frustration.

Pulling out, Jimin hesitates a moment before thrusting sharply back in. "Ah," I gasp, jolted forward by the motion. Before I can right myself, Jimin's arm is around my waist, pulling me onto him. He fucks me hard and deep from behind and I cannot stop the noises which fall from my lips.

He slows, rolling his hips so I feel every part of him. Exhaling, he bites down my shoulder as he moans out my name. I respond by whispering his own in return, asking he stop being a coward and fuck me.

Jimin growls. Abruptly, I am bent forward for him to slam into my cunt, relentlessly perfect while pounding me into the sheets. No matter how much I have him, it never ceases to amaze me how perfectly he fits. It is as though we were made for each other, two separate pieces of a whole. I grasp for the covers, when he hits that spot deep inside.

"Fuck," Jimin gasps, slapping my ass and making me groan. "Is that hard enough, darling? Would you like more?"

"Yes," I demand, hands fisting in sheets. Pushing my ass backwards, I let him fill me, over and over. "Oh, please."

"Gladly," Jimin grunts, slapping my ass again. It stings but is quickly melted away by the pleasure he wields. It takes some of the edge off my need, enabling me to last longer with Jimin's cock buried inside me.

At least, this is what I think until Jimin lifts my leg and begins stroking my clit. "Oh, Jimin," I gasp, half-broken into the sheets. His next thrusts are sharp, precise and I know exactly what he is doing. He is proving to me how hard I can come, how fast he can make me and demanding I do not forget this again.

Tightening, I hold on for dear life when Jimin thrusts even harder. Everything is too much, too intense and I cry out, shuddering apart in his arms – Jimin continues to fuck me through it, chasing his own high and after a few additional thrusts, I feel him cum deeply inside me. I know it is a lot – I can feel the pulse of him fill me, hot and wet as I moan.

Jimin's fingers wipe gently between us, brushing over his cock. "Ah," he sighs, pressing a kiss to my shoulders. "Today's a holiday," he says, teasingly thrusting his soft dick inside me. "Or, did you forget? We have nowhere to go until the afternoon."

"Oh, yes." I hum, rolling over when Jimin pulls from my body. He laughs, grabbing a cloth before his cum can spill onto the sheets. "I nearly forgot."

Quietly, Jimin cleans me off and tosses the rag in the trash. Settling onto the pillows, he crosses his arms to look at my body. "We could always stay here," Jimin suggests, wriggling his eyebrows. "The kingdom wants an heir, Y/N, and I'm more than happy to give them one."

"Oh, shut up." I smack his chest, pretending to rise from the bed. Jimin grabs my wrist, tugging me easily beside him. Happily, he hums and wraps himself closer. "Or..." I breathe, gaze caught by the window.

A longing wildness leaps in my veins, one which has been silent for the longest of time.

"Or?" Jimin repeats, softly following my gaze.

"Or, I could run."