JIMIN: ᴋɪᴅs sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.

ʟᴇᴏɴᴀ: *ʀᴏʟʟs ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs* ᴀs ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ. ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ʙᴇᴇs. Have fun *ᴡɪɴᴋ*

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What about this man that she couldn't resist?

Lemme just grab a long-ass book and pen to note them. Leona chuckled, the first time screaming in cahoots with her mind. She had already showered and now, staring at him, standing in the middle of his room, in nothing but a fluffy towel scarcely veiling her ass.

He looked celestial. Ragged muffle hair pouring over his forehead, plump lips, jaw ticking in wrath, grey eyes raving in mists that had imprisoned her soul. Standing in the middle of his room, in nothing but a downy towel scarcely veiling her ass, she peered around his symphonize room. It was classy and elegant like him. The king-size bed with satiny sheets neatly tugged on them, silvery curtains dancing on the beats of rain and thunders, the walls gradient shades of marines, and some artistic designs which she could tell were engraved by Jimin.

"You don't have a maid?" She grilled, comprehending how clean his room was.

Jimin defied her, and continue to run through his closet.

"Are you ignoring me?" A frown wilted her plush lips as she watched him tossing a black shirt on his bed along with his boxers. He ruffled his hair, walking around in his fresh grey sweat pants and chiseled chest accessible for the world to drool over.

Damn.

"I know, I said you are kinda hot but you don't have to endeavor so hard to fish compliments." Her eyes were soldered to the muscles on his back as they deliciously flexed. He was determined to ignore her.

"Jimin."

Ignored. He furthermore strolled to the cabinets, looking for a dead spider maybe.

"Park!" Her voice raised an octave as annoyance weaved in her veins like a bitter essence.

Ignored. Now, he hiked into the bathroom.

"Hey, you can't ignore me!" She protested, feeling utterly ridiculous. How can he just not look at her or talk to her?

Walking out of the washroom, he just stood with his hands on his waist, lower lip tugged between his teeth, staring at the oh so fascinating floor.

"Stop ignoring me or I will kick you to the moon." She squinted her eyes at him, crossing her hands over her chest. His expression was similar to a ninth-grade high schooler during a physics lecture.

"I asked you to fuck me, and not to play guest house with me."

Then he looked at her. Her heart did a summersault, battering against her rib cage, threatening to be flung out of her body. He ambled towards her, and her skin seared knowing she was naked, in his house, in his bedroom, and under his spell. Her mind didn't have a chance to think furthermore, because she was hooked over his shoulder like a flimsy fabric. The view of his glorious ass right in front of her.

"Jimin! You son of a donkey. Put me down!" she clamored and a sharp pain shot up her left arm. "Fuck."

Jimin resolved her on his desk, instantaneously flinging a long towel on her hair. Leona swallowed a bundle of profanities, wanting to fight against his dominating side, nevertheless a teensy-weensy part within her was relishing it.

The first aid box was already beside her, and he was purely focused on the antiseptics. Her patience ran thin, and she grabbed his jaw, turning his head to meet her eyes. These damn fucking eyes. Today, she wasn't in power cause whatsoever his eyes gave her nothing. They were quiescent and irenic hazes of smoke whirling in them, luring her into his paradise

She scorned his ignorance towards her, not that she would admit it out loud. It was aggravating how much his silence would get her worked up. Was she now getting used to his chocolate voice? His tantalizing gaze? Was she used to his shamelessness? Was she hankering to be lost in the storms of his thundering grey eyes? Did Park Jimin her in the brine of his charm?

Yes.

"Talk to me. Look at me," her frozen command reverberated in the quiet room, but it echoed more like a plea.

"So you can tell me off? No thanks." He filched her hand away. She expected to be slammed with thousands of questions from him, but it was turning out to be unexpected. When he ran up to her, there wasn't curiousness in his eyes, but worry. Diverting his gaze back to the first aid kit. He was quick, pretty quick to dress up the wound of her palm and serve her his quietude.

If Leona could kill with her eyes, Jimin could kill with his silence.

"Drive me back to my house. I am not going to put u-" She crumbled when his warm hand docked on her thigh, and he parted her legs, standing between them. Astonished, she perked up at him only to unite his piercing stare and strong jawline. Her heart hastened, immersing in his warmth and the incense of chill mountainous breeze and chocolate. He was standing incredibly close that if she just heaved her head an inch, their lips would meet. And she wanted that. She wanted to kiss him.

"Tomorrow we are gonna go and get stitches. Understood?" His lips brushed against hers in a feathery touch and a shudder cascaded down her spine.

The words of protest shriveled in her brain cells. But she tried anyway. "You can't tell me wh-"

"Shhh...." He hushed, lips skimming from her jawline to her ear. "Wasn't a request, baby girl."

She was fucking wet.

Jimin's steamy breaths drizzled over her teeming lips and Leona frizzed her fingers, arresting his t-shirt and leisurely capturing his lips. He didn't stagger, as if he knew it was coming. Leona molded her lips passionately against his, parting his lips with her tongue and invading his sizzling mouth. Gasping when he bit on her tongue.

But his hands and body were detached from her.

She instantly pulled back, looking into his eyes and gulping. "Sorry, I should have asked."

What's wrong with me? What the hell I am doing? Leo, baby. Calm down.

Jimin licked his lips, seeming like he was close to bursting into fits of laughter but decided against it. But she thought she heard him mumble cute. Leona needed to get away from him, his closeness was fogging her mind. When she moved to climb off the desk, he didn't even bulge and made a tsk sound of dismissal.

"I am wholly naked, Jimin. And looking at you, it doesn't seem fair."

His mouth curved up and he caged her between his arms, intensifying the ache of having him. He dropped his head, sowing a wet kiss on her shoulder. "I have so much to ask. But more than that I have so much to feel." He glided her hand over his crushing heart, sighing at the curve of her neck. "This is getting complicated."

"How so?"

He quietly chuckled. "Oh, sweetheart. Don't act coy. You know. You know how fucking gorgeous and sensual you are. You know your mere presence could overpower me and hell, I am not even ashamed to admit how much I want you."

Leona's heat fluttered by his words. It was intimate. The way he always makes sure that she knows how much she affects him. His veracity was sexy to her. "You make me sound like a goddamn goddess."

He hoisted his head to look at her. "Because you are. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. I am an artist, and when I see a masterpiece, I know it."

At that moment, for the first time in years, she wanted to just look at herself and admire herself. But a smile tiptoed on her lips and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Got it. You have a praise kink."

Before she could respond, Jimin nibbled on the delicate skin of her neck and she whimpered, weaving her fingers into his hair. His hand lazily napped on the curves of her waist and he was painfully close to her dripping core. He scampered his mouth to the valley between her soft aching breasts. Her nipples perked, soliciting his touch. Leona craved to do nothing but rip the towel off her body.

"Jimin," she moaned when his fingers sketched some patterns on her inner thigh, not proceeding to where she needed him. But then he moved his ravaging fingers to her hot cunt. He pressed his thumb firmly against her clit, slowly gliding his callous middle finger through her sleek folds. Her cry and his grunt collided with a striking force, inducing her breathless.

"Want more?" Rubbing her wet lips more roughly, his rough voice throbbed against her rushing pulse.

"Yes. God, yes," she breathed over his shoulder, fingers twisted in his hair.

He shuffled away from her, taking five steps back, crossing his hands across his broad chest and an elvish smirk dancing on his lip.

Leona gawked at him, flushed and breathless. Her entire body was buring with the desire. She grabbed an antiseptic bottle and flung it at his face, but to fuel her frustration, he caught it like a whiz.

"Now you know how it feels to look at you in those little sexy black dresses and not fuck you." Jimin licked the corner of his lips, and Leona's needs skyrocketed. She never yearned for something the way she was yearning for his touch. They stared at each other with the heat; with a frosty whiff of ice wrecking with the blazes of fire, the twinkling constellation smashing on the Marmoris of the sea.

"Do you want me, Leona? Do you want me to fuck you hard and make you come? You want me to pound into you? You want me to spank that pussy for testing my patience for so long?" He surged forward, red swirling in his eyes, and Leona's mouth went dry.

She swallowed hard, breathing heavily. "Yes."

That's when they both slammed into each other. Jimin held the back of her head and slid his hot tongue into her hot mouth, while with another hand grabbing her thigh and locking it behind his torso. There was urgency and impeccable hunger in his touch. The way he effortlessly picked her up, squeezed her ass, mashed her wetness on his torso. Leona was dancing in the lake of euphoria, feeling so so good being pressed against him. Frenzy goosebumps feasted on her pearly skin.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, kissing her harder, holding her more intensely.

Jimin nippled on her lower lip, biting the soft flesh. The silken mattress devoured their simmering bodies and laughter erupted from his chest when he stumbled onto the bed, with her on top.

"Jimin!" She yelped when her breast jiggled under the towel. He licked her lips, biting her nose and she slapped his chest hard. Just like she thought, Jimin was one playful bastard in bed.

"I want you." He weaved his fingers into her soft tresses and she stiffened, her heart skipped one, two, three beats.....she was amazed how it didn't stop.

"Not m-"

"Oh please, your hair is the major turn-on for me. I am going to break that rule of not touching your hair. I want to touch every part of yours that makes you look like this; hazy and impossible to resist. I want to look in your eyes when I fuck you and you clenched around me again and again, beg for me to go deeper and harder, and I want you to scream when you cum all over my cock. Show me that messy and dirty side you, Pierce? Do you understand me?" he hushed, looking dead in her eyes and Leona almost came just by his words.

"Asshole," she murmured. Her stomach squealed and blood rushed to her cheeks, tinting her skin.

"You have no idea how much I want to fuck your sassy mouth." Jimin bit his lower lip, a smug smile dusting his face.

"You are dripping on my abs, save it for my mouth." He bit on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

"Stop biting so hard. You are going to leave marks you shameless nincompoop," Leona exclaimed, shoving his face away but he caught her wrist, pressing a kiss on her whacking pulse.

"Shameless what? You are good for improving my English." He winked, comfortably laying back  "And I am good at sex education. Free lessons for you."

Her slick folds rubbed against his rough skin and a moan evaded from her ruddy mouth, diminishing whatever she was about to speak. Her pussy was suffused against his lower abdomen.  

"Rub yourself," he bidden. Leona was driven with passion, the friction felt so good and she moved up and down against his rock-hard abs. Her nails dug in his chest, and she tilted her face up, riding, huffing. She grew frantic and rubbed herself fast, making small cries, imagining his fingers playing with her clit. 

Suddenly his hands grabbed her waist, propelling her to stop. A whine nuzzled on the tip of her tongue as Jimin settled upright, shuffling her on his lap. Now, they were chest to chest.

His eyes dimmed, the hungry beast lurking beneath them. He whispered, "So fucking hot and wet."

He made sure to not strain her wounded hand, blowing his steamy breath at the curve of her neck, tracing his lips down her veins, and again biting the bulge of her breast. She slapped his muscled chest to stop him from biting.

"Ouch, Leona that was hard. Do you want it that rough? Cause I can make you forget walking for days. You feel it in your stomach every time you look at me."

"Unprincipled," she panted, giving him access to her neck and smiling when his tongue soothed on the bites that he scattered her with.

"For you." He captured her lips, slyly moving his hand to the towel but didn't make a move to take it off. He was so fervid that he couldn't wait for the fabric to come off and cupped her breast, seducing a moan from her.

Ever so slightly he pinched her nipple and he growled into her mouth, pressing his hardness into her core.

"Leona, d-amn," he grunted, when she wrapped her legs around him, practically shoving herself into him. Jimin tugged her towel and latched his mouth on her nipple and her hips jerked forward in response.

She arched her back, moaning loud as he sucked hard, grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth. His hands explored her back, the curved of her waist, the dimples between her ass and lower back. His other hand worked and tugged off the towel, completely leaving her naked.

He flipped them, hovering over her slender frame, tangling them to the sheets, and pulled back, staring at her like a beast ready to pounce. His eyes surfed from her eyes, lips, neck, her perfect tits, tattoos, and down to her toes. Gently holding her legs, he parted them and was greeted with the view of her glistening pussy, dripping with juices. Ready for him to wreck, eat and play.

"God, you are so fucking beautiful. Better than I imagined," he grumbled. She bashfully tried to close her legs. It was hot and dirty at the same time. Her system was churning, she couldn't wait for him to dig inside her.

Jimin gripped her ankles firmly, retaining her legs apart for him to devour. The smell of her arousal crammed the bedroom.

He kissed her feet unhurriedly, tormenting her with smoky butterfly kisses as she wriggled, plaguing her mind with his smirk as he pleasured her. Kissing her calf, he mumbled, "Tell me. How did you make yourself come?"

Leona gasped when he snuggled between her legs, kissing her thighs. The tips of his sleek hair thrilled against her core. "Vibrator," she retorted.

Jimin hummed against her clit, his lips rubbing the fold and she moaned, clenching his tresses and burying him inside her. "After tonight, my cock will be the only thing you will remember and want inside your pussy."

His crude words drenched her cells, and she clenched herself, growing impatient. "Jimin, please."

"Let me fuck you with my tongue." He rasped, pulling back so just his hot breath was gushing her clit. She was sure that her cheeks were damn red like apples. The timid feeling blooming in her nerves was new.

Jimin urged her, pulling her divine body into him. "Don't shy away from me, chica. It's just you and me. Fuck yourself on my tongue. Take what you want like you always do."

Park Jimin always had a kind to strengthen her. It was as if every time she looked into his eyes, a cell of confidence would multiply in her body. 

She boldly looked at him, opening her legs wide open and saying, "I want your tongue inside me."

Like a proud daddy, he winked at her. "That's my girl." 

Then his tongue was inside her.

She screamed, mouth falling open, eyes rolling back. His wet warm tongue pressed against her slippery walls, stretching her, sucking her. He held her hips, pulling his tongue and slamming it back inside her. Leona squirmed as he rasped how good she tasted. His other hand clasped around her breast and he clamped it hard and pinched her nipples. She was in utopia, as she moved up and down, his tongue hitting in all the right places. Her nails raked on his scalp and his satisfying grunt expressed that he loved it. So she did it again. Her thighs clamped around his head when he sharply sucked her swollen bud. Jimin rolled his tongue inside her, teasing her walls and pulling her hips close to his mouth. His nose mashed against her clit and she was hysteria for more.

Jimin sucked so hard and she cried his name out loud enough for the other floors to heed.

"That's right baby, scream, beg, enjoy, come." 

She shuddered with the coils of pleasure swirling in her lower pit of the stomach, the ripples of pleasure shooting up her nerves, curving her toes. Jimin flicked his tongue, and her walls clasped. Her legs froze, and a howl invaded her throat, legs locked around his head and white blinded her vision. She came hard, shattering in his hold, as everything around her ceased to exist. He was still sucking hard, and the sensitivity welled tears in her eyes. Her chest rose and down and Leona grabbed his hair, jerking him up. Her lips smashed against his, engulfing her every bit of strength in that kiss. The salty taste of herself prevailed in his mouth.

"It was..." She breathlessly tried to complete the sentence and Jimin chuckled, tugging her hair away from her sweaty temple. His grin was pure happiness as if he wanted to do nothing in his life but satisfy her.

"You have no idea how damn good you taste. I can keep eating you out, fucking you with my tongue," he whispered, kissing her earlobe and a shiver licked down the length of her spine.

"Yeah? Spare me. You have the stamina of a horse," she stated, gliding her fingers through his hair.

Jimin stared into his eyes, resting on his elbows. "You are yet you witness my stamina. Now, spread your legs again and take my cock like a good girl."