"Great. We're lost. Nice one genius," you say, "I thought you said you knew where we were going."

"I lied," Jimin replies with an eye roll.

"How did I get stuck with you of all people? Are they pairing us together because they know we're enemies?"

"Oh wow you finally found out why! Congratulations princess," he says.

"Ugh, stupid Slytherin!"

"Fucking Gryffindor!"

The two of you huff and keep going down the endless paths until you reach a dead end. "You're shitting," you mumble as you approach the back wall. There's vines on it, some moss too just like the other walls boxing you in. "Wow. I'm stuck here with my greatest enemy because he told me he knew where we were going when he didn't! Wonderful!"

Jimin snickers as he approaches you, looking like a predator. "Or maybe I led you here on purpose."

"Excuse me-" Before you can speak, he pins you to the wall, you yelping once your back hits it. "What the hell Park!"

He smirks at your reaction, bringing his face closer. "Don't be scared... I led you here for a reason." You meet his eyes and let out a few soft breaths. Okay so he's hot. He's very, very hot. You feel the need to squeeze your thighs together, but you don't want him to notice, so you resist. His hand brushes down your hip while his body keeps you in place. His stupid smirk stays on his face as his hand goes to your thigh, going upwards.

"Jimin what are you-"

"Shh," he whispers, his fingers going under your skirt. "If you want me to stop, say so," he adds with that devilish look of his.

You can't bring yourself to speak as his fingers trail up higher. "What... what are you doing..." you say.

Without warning, he presses his hand up against your weakly covered self, and you have to bite back your moan. He brings his face even closer, his nose almost hitting yours. "You're wet princess... am I the one doing this to you? Hm?" He rubs one finger painfully slow across your throbbing flesh while you try not to whine.

You place your hands on his shoulders, wanting to push him off... but you can't. You're glued to the spot, him gently pleasures you. The worst part is... you love it. Every single second. "Do you like the way I touch you?" he whispers. As soon as your eyes lock, you feel your breath leave your body. God damn... he's attractive. He slips your panties aside and uses the pads of his fingers to gather up as much of your moisture as he can before slipping his hand out from under your skirt. You watch him bring his skin to his mouth to suck on the ones that touched you, licking up your moisture and keeping his burning gaze on yours.

When he removes them, his lips smack together, the sound making you tremble. "The truth is I hate you just as much as I want you," he admits, "and I led you here so I can have you... if you'll let me..."

"Jimin, they'll find us."

"Then we'll be quick," he whispers, "let me pleasure you. I won't fuck you yet just let me taste you. Please..." He knows damn well that you'd love to see him between your thighs. You'd love to feel his hot tongue lapping you all up while your skirt hides most of his face, your imagination needing to fill in the blanks of what his mouth looks like while he's touching you.

"Is that a yes?" he whispers.

It's like with one look he can read your mind. "Yes," you mutter.

"Louder."

"Yes," you repeat with more confidence.

He smirks, licking his lower lip before kneeling. He slides your panties down to your ankles before going upwards with his body. Your head hits the wall when his hands grab your hips and his tongue meets your burning folds. You're throbbing for him already, whimpering when he swirls his tongue teasingly over your glistening slit, his thumb gingerly rubbing circles against your bud.

After a few seconds of his teasing, he seems to lose all self control and gives in to his desires. His tongue cleans up every droplet that flows out of you, his thumb and index finger pinching your clit and playing with it in a way no one has before. It's safe to say the feeling has you moaning. He places light kisses against you, bringing his thumbs down to massage your lips. His index finger slips inside you and makes you gasp for air. That was sudden to say the least. His lips replace where his fingers once were, his mouth sucking over your clit as his index finger pumps in and out of you.

He groans, and you'd do anything to take off your skirt right about now. You desperately want to see his face while he eats you out. Your imagination shows his scrunched up eyes and his plump lips smacking against your moisture... fuck you're needy as hell. The noises he makes while pleasuring you shows how much he's loving it and only adds to the overall experience. If that wasn't enough he's hard as fuck, his boner so prominent you can see it clearly even though he's kneeling and your eyes are half shut from the feeling he's giving you.

Jimin slips another finger inside and goes faster. Although you're too horny to care at this point, your heart is beating fast at the thought of getting caught. "Please... J-Jimin hurry," you plead.

He chuckles, making sure his breath hits your pulsing lips. "I'll do whatever I want with you darling... and for that I'm taking my time," he says loudly enough for you to hear.

"No... Min please..."

He ignores your begs and decides to go back to what he was doing: only this time slower. His mouth sucks in a slow manner, his fingers slowing their pace while you're left whining and calling out his name as quietly as possible. The last thing you want to do is lead anyone to your position. That would be mortally embarrassing. Jimin doesn't seem to care though seeing as he keeps his tantalizingly slow pace.

"Fuck... please..." you mutter.

He laughs against your lips before kissing you multiple times. He pecks every inch of skin he can get and decides to be nice by speeding up his pace. "So needy," he says. To tease you more, he moans against your clit and rubs his tongue up and down in time with his fingers. The feeling leaves your head spinning. The vicinity seems to get smaller and stuffier as your stomach ties up in knots, tingles burning up and down your body.

"Jimin..." you whisper to try and warn him.

Jimin seems to sense your need to release seeing as he pulls his head out from under your skirt to focus on fingering you. His eyes lock with yours, "Cum for me." As soon as the words process in your brain - you do. You throw a hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moans you're making. Jimin chuckles and dives back under the skirt, his tongue replacing his fingers. You jolt at the feeling of his saliva hitting your moist lips. He helps you ride out your orgasm, cleaning it up when it ends.

Your body is so overstimulated as he cleans you, but you can't bring yourself to tell him with words. So your body does it for you. Your legs are shaking to the point where you might fall over, your hands grabbing his shoulders to get him to stop. He gets the impression and sucks up a few more drops before pulling back. You pant, as does he, him sliding your panties back up until you're comfortable in them. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on?

When he stands up to meet your eyes, you let out a breath. "Stupid Slytherin."

"Fucking Gryffindor."

Just like that, he captures your lips in a greedy kiss. He moves slowly, teasingly, making sure you can taste yourself on his tongue that he flicks so delicately along the outside of your mouth. Both of your eyes close when the kiss deepens. His technique leaves you floored. The way his tongue knows when to poke through, the way his lips move over yours, the way his nails dig into your hips to bring you closer. You're obsessed with the way he kisses you. Maybe even obsessed with him.

He switches sides and kisses you more passionately than before. One of his hands grabs your thighs and picks it up. You're still pinned against the wall as he makes out with you, purposely placing his boner right up against you. Jimin decides to be an even bigger tease by rubbing himself over your panties. Fucking hell is he trying to drive you insane? What if someone catches you? You'll be expelled for Christ's sake! But honestly... you're too caught up in the moment to care.

Jimin forcefully enters your mouth with his tongue and pleasures the inside of you. While his plump lips suck on yours, his tongue holds yours hostage, playing with it like a predator would to its prey. He takes his time rubbing his tongue over yours, your teeth practically slamming together at his desperation to get closer. The whole world doesn't matter right now. Jimin is your only concern.

He pushes himself off of you and pants, running a hand through his hair. You notice sweat glistening on his skin while he stares right at you. You stare back and pant with him. It's silent for a few moments. God you desperately want him to fuck you. The way he made you cum with just his mouth was insane. His skilled tongue earned every drop you released, his ears earned every cry of his name that you let out. He's so good it's addictive...

"Shall we go find the way out now Gryff?" he asks. He gulps and regains his breath, him holding his hand out to you.

You let out a huff, "Don't be so dry."

He raises a brow, "I'm sorry?"

"Gryff? Really? After you do that to me and you're still calling me Gryff?" Right away he gets back in your personal space and places his hands on your shoulders. Back to being pinned against the wall. Great.

He chuckles when he brings his face closer to yours. "I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you princess. Got it?"

You place your hands on his shoulders and push him back. "No... I'm not your toy," you say, walking right past him.

He scoffs, "I just made you cum like that and you have the audacity to think I don't own your pussy?" No don't squeeze your thighs together Y/n. Don't do it. Don't you dare stop and squeeze your thighs together. Don't- fuck you're squeezing your thighs together.

Jimin walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach. His lips come closer to your ear, his breath dancing around your skin and driving you crazy. "You're mine baby girl," he whispers, "and if you don't believe me, come over tonight... I'll fuck you until you forget everyone else. I'll fuck you until the only name you know is mine... you'll scream 'Jimin' all night long... fuck baby, I'll make you feel so good..." You let out a shaky breath that he notices. He massages the skin on your stomach and pecks your cheek. "You have no idea what you started."

He spins you around so you can look at him, "I want you to know something... from here on out, every time I look at you I'll be thinking of you on my bed, me putting you in all the different positions I want to fuck you in. I'll be thinking of tasting that sweet pussy of yours and making you cum for hours." He places his forehead on yours while your breathing gets ragged. "I'll be thinking of how desperate I'll make you for my cock... how you'll be begging me to fuck you and make you scream."

Jimin's finger tilts your chin up so your lips are inches apart. "Now tell me... what am I thinking of right now?"

You swallow the little dignity you have left. Well fuck, guess you're an object now. Wait why are you okay with that? "Fucking me."

He chuckles, "I'm thinking of ripping that cute skirt of yours off and taking you on the floor right here, right now. As soon as you feel my cock inside you for the first time you'll never so much as glance at another man again. Got it?"

"You have some nerve talking bold like this," you reply, "how do you know I want that?"

He chuckles as he parts from you. The sudden lack of touch makes your lower lip quiver. He starts to stride away, then peeks at you from over his shoulder. "Because..." he starts with that evil smirk of his.

"You're mine."