jungkook and his girlfriend had retired to bed hours ago, their bedroom door at the far end of the hall firmly closed. jimin's door was shut too, as it always was when you weren't officially "together"; a boundary you both maintained despite the electricity that sparked between you whenever you were near each other.

hunger gnawed at your stomach, a persistent reminder that dinner had been light and hours ago. the kitchen, with its state of the art appliances and gleaming marble countertops reserved for private chefs, beckoned like a sanctuary.

as you rounded the corner into the open concept living space, you froze. a figure was already there, silhouetted against the city lights as he leaned against the kitchen island. jimin.

he wore only a pair of low sweat gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the sharp v-lines that disappeared into the fabric. his bare back was a canvas of smooth skin with moon phases tattooed vertically and defined muscle, shifting subtly as he reached into the refrigerator for what appeared to be a bottle of water.

"couldn't sleep either?" he asked without turning, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. you relaxed your tense posture, a small smile playing on your lips. "something like that... more like couldn't ignore the hunger."

jimin turned then, and the sight nearly stole your breath. his hair was slightly messy from sleep, soft strands falling across his forehead. in the dim light filtering from the city, his eyes appeared darker, more intense than usual. "the leftovers from that italian place?" he suggested, gesturing toward the refrigerator. "i think there's still some of that truffle pasta."

you moved toward him, drawn as if by an invisible string. "sounds perfect."

as you reached past him to open the refrigerator door, your arm brushed against his. the contact was brief but electric, sending a jolt of awareness through your entire body. you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, catch the subtle scent of his nighttime body wash; something clean and slightly masculine.

when you turned with the container of pasta, jimin was watching you with an expression that made your stomach flutter. his eyes had darkened further, his lips parted slightly.

"what?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.

"nothing," he said, but his eyes told a different story as they drifted slowly down your body, lingering where the silk robe tied loosely at your waist. "just… you look beautiful like this."

heat crept up your neck as you placed the pasta on the marble countertop. "it's the middle of the night and i'm practically in pajamas."

jimin stepped closer, his hand coming to rest on the countertop beside you, effectively caging you in. "that's exactly what i mean... natural, comfortable and beautiful." his voice had dropped to a near whisper, and you could feel the vibrations of it in your own chest. the city lights behind him created a halo effect around his silhouette, making him appear almost ethereal.

"jimin," you breathed, but you weren't sure if you were warning him away or inviting him closer. his free hand came up to gently cup your jaw, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below your ear. "i've been thinking about you all night."

your heart hammered against your ribs. "we were all together until midnight."

he leaned in closer, his lips now just inches from yours. "i know. i was sitting across from you, pretending to listen to jungkook's story about his photoshoot, but all i could think about was how you looked in that dress, how your laugh makes your eyes sparkle, how much i wanted to be alone with you."

the confession hung in the air between you, heavy with implication. this was the unspoken tension that always existed when you were together. the fact that you weren't officially together, the careful boundaries you maintained in this shared living space.

"jimin, we probably shouldn't," you whispered, even as your body leaned into his touch. "probably not," he agreed, his lips brushing against yours with each word. "but i can't stop thinking about how you taste."

the last thread of your restraint snapped as you closed the remaining distance between you, pressing your lips to his. the kiss was immediately hungry, desperate, months of unspoken desire boiling over in the quiet kitchen.

jimin's hands moved to your waist, pulling you flush against him. you could feel his hardness through the thin layers of clothing separating you, and it sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through your veins. his tongue explored your mouth with an intensity that left you breathless, your fingers tangling in his soft hair as you deepened the kiss.

when you finally broke apart, both panting slightly, jimin's eyes were dark with need. "i want you," he said simply. "right here, right now." a thrill shot through you at the boldness of his suggestion. here? in the kitchen where any of your housemates could walk in at any moment?

"someone could wake up," you protested weakly, even as your hands roamed across his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his warm skin. "then we'll have to be quiet," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. his hands slid down to your hips, gripping them possessively. "unless you like the idea of being caught."

your breath hitched at his words, at the image they formed. there was something undeniably thrilling about the risk, about doing something so forbidden in a place of such domesticity.

jimin seemed to read your mind, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "i thought so." he lowered his head to trail kisses along your neck, his teeth scraping lightly against your sensitive skin. "i've wanted to fuck you in this kitchen since we moved in."

his words were crude but effective, sending a jolt of arousal straight to your core. you tilted your head back, giving him better access as his hands slid under the silk of your robe, caressing the bare skin of your waist. "jimin," you moaned softly as he found that sensitive spot just below your ear, his tongue swirling against it in a way that made your knees weak.

"i love it when you say my name like that," he murmured against your skin. "all breathy and desperate. makes me want to hear you scream it."

his hands moved higher, cupping your breasts through the thin lace of your bra. his thumbs brushed against your nipples, which immediately hardened in response. you arched into him, silently begging for more.

"patience," he chuckled, though his own breathing had grown heavier. "i've been dreaming about this for months. i want to savor every moment." with deliberate slowness, he untied the belt of your robe, parting the silk to reveal the lingerie beneath; a matching set in deep burgundy lace that you'd chosen without knowing he would see it tonight.

"fuck," he breathed, his eyes darkening further as they roamed over your body. "you're even more beautiful than i remember."

his hands resumed their exploration, tracing the delicate patterns of the lace before slipping beneath to touch your bare skin. the contrast between the rough calluses on his fingertips and the sensitive flesh of your breasts felt amazing.

"you're wearing too many clothes," you managed to say, your hands tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants.

jimin laughed softly. "so are you." with practiced ease, he unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the marble floor. his mouth immediately claimed one of your nipples, sucking and teasing until you were squirming.

"jimin, please," you begged, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"please what?" he asked, lifting his head to meet your gaze. "tell me what you want." you hesitated for only a moment before answering honestly. "i want you inside me."

his eyes flashed with triumph and desire. in one smooth motion, he lifted you onto the kitchen island, the cool marble a shocking contrast against your heated skin. he positioned himself between your legs, his hands making quick work of your panties before pushing his own sweatpants down just enough to free his erection.

you gasped as you took in the sight of him; long and thick and already beading with precum. jimin noticed your appreciation and smirked. you reached out to wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. he groaned, his head falling back as he thrust into your hand.

"enough teasing," he said after a moment, gently pushing your hand away. "i need to be inside you."

he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with just the tip before slowly pushing inside. you both moaned at the sensation; him at your tight heat, you at the delicious stretch as he filled you completely.

for a moment, you just stayed like that, savoring the connection as you stared into each other's eyes.

jimin began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you gasping. each withdrawal was a sweet torment, each return a blissful fulfillment. the kitchen island was cool and unforgiving against your back, but the contrast only heightened the heat building between your legs.

"you feel so good," jimin breathed against your neck, his hands gripping your hips as he found a deeper angle. "so tight, so wet for me."

his words were like fuel to the fire already burning inside you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. the new angle made you cry out softly, and jimin immediately clamped a hand over your mouth.

"shh," he whispered, his eyes dancing with mischief. "we wouldn't want to wake the neighbors, would we?"

the irony wasn't lost on you; your neighbors were your housemates, just down the hall. but instead of feeling deterred, the danger only excited you more. you deliberately moaned against his palm, your tongue darting out to taste his skin.

jimin's eyes widened at your boldness, his grip tightening on your hip. "naughty girl," he murmured, removing his hand only to replace it with his lips, kissing you deeply as he increased his pace.

the sounds of your coupling filled the quiet kitchen, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, your soft whimpers, jimin's low groans of pleasure. his hand snaked between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit with ease. he circled the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.

"look at me," he commanded softly, and you forced your eyes open to meet his. the intensity in his gaze was almost too much. "i want to see your face when you finish on me."

the city lights blurred behind him as your eyes lost focus, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. "jimin," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i'm—"

"cum for me," he urged silently, his voice strained with his own approaching release. "let it go."

with a cry that you muffled against his shoulder, your orgasm crashed over you in intense pleasure. your inner walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper as you rode out the sensations. jimin followed you over the edge with a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you. for a moment, he collapsed against you, both of you panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath.

the kitchen was silent again, save for your ragged breathing and the distant sound of the city. you could feel jimin's heart hammering against your chest, a rapid rhythm that matched your own. when he finally lifted his head, his expression was soft, almost vulnerable. "wow," he breathed, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"wow indeed," you agreed with a lazy smile, your limbs feeling heavy and sated. jimin's fingers traced patterns on your thigh, his touch gentle now. "we should probably get cleaned up before someone wakes up." as much as you wanted to stay wrapped in his arms, you knew he was right. the spell was broken, reality creeping back in around the edges of your perfect moment.

he helped you down from the island, his hands lingering on your waist as if reluctant to let go. you quickly gathered your discarded clothing, clutching it to your chest as you glanced toward the hallway.

"meet me in my room?" jimin asked softly, his eyes hopeful. "we could... continue this properly."

you hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "i'll just be a minute."

as you slipped into the bathroom to clean up, you caught your reflection in the mirror; flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes bright with post orgasm bliss. you looked thoroughly and undeniably fucked, and you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face.

when you emerged, jimin was waiting by his bedroom door, already dressed in a fresh pair of sweatpants and the now warm italian leftovers. he held out a hand to you, and you took it without hesitation, letting him lead you into his room.

the space was distinctly jimin. neat but lived-in, with a guitar propped against the wall and half-finished lyrics scattered on his desk. it was more intimate than the kitchen, more private, and yet somehow less thrilling.

jimin seemed to sense your thoughts. "don't worry," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulled you toward his bed and placed the food onto his desk. "i have plenty of ideas for how to make this just as exciting."

it was a private, searing look that lasted no more than two seconds before he deliberately turned his attention back to the conversation. but it was enough. a current arced between you across the crowded room, a secret energy. your stomach clenched, a familiar heat pooling low in your belly.

this was the game you played. the delicious, maddening, terrifying game of being his secret. six months of stolen glances, of coded text messages, of quick, desperate encounters in back hallways and darkened cars. the secrecy was a kind of constant low level hum of danger that made every touch feel risky. but nights like tonight, surrounded by everyone you were hiding from, were a special kind of torture and thrill.

"are you even listening to me?" hae, hoseok's girlfriend, nudged your arm playfully. you blinked, snapping back to the present. "sorry, zoned out for a second. what were you saying?"

"i was asking if you've seen the view from the terrace yet. it's insane. tae really outdid himself."

"i bet," you murmured, your eyes drifting back to jimin. he had moved now, standing by the large windows, staring out at the city skyline. his profile was sharp, beautiful, the line of his jaw tense. he looked pensive, distant. you wanted nothing more than to go to him, to wrap your arms around his waist and press your cheek against his back, but you couldn't. you were just friends, another guest at the party. the thought was a bitter pill.

as if sensing your frustration, he turned from the window. his gaze found you again, and this time, it was heavier, more deliberate. he let his eyes linger, a slow, appreciative sweep from your face down to the bare skin of your legs, exposed by the slit in your dress. you felt the caress of his gaze like a physical touch, your skin prickling with heat. he raised his glass to you in a silent, mocking toast before taking a slow sip. the message was clear:i want you and we can't do a damn thing about it.

you clenched your jaw, taking a gulp of your own champagne. two could play at that game. you set your glass down, stood up, and made your way towards the balcony, deliberately walking a path that would take you right past him. you didn't look at him, but you felt the shift in the air as you approached. you paused by the door to the terrace, pretending to be interested in a piece of art on the wall, your back to him.

"you're playing with fire," a low voice murmured right beside your ear, making you jump. he had moved so silently.

"someone has to," you retorted quietly, not turning around. "you can't just look at me like that and expect me to do nothing."

"like what?" he asked, his voice a challenge. you could feel the warmth radiating from his body and smell the faint, clean scent of his cologne.

"you know exactly how you were looking at me."

he chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that you felt more than heard. "i have no idea what you're talking about. i was just admiring the art."

you finally turned to face him, your eyes flashing. "the art? is that what we're calling it now?"

his smile was wicked, his eyes dark and alive with mischief. "the best kind. a living masterpiece." his gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second. "but you're right. it's not fair." he took a small step closer, bringing you into the shadow of a large ornamental plant near the entryway. the proximity was dizzying. "i've been thinking about that dress you wore last week; how i peeled it off you, how you tasted."

your breath hitched. "jimin, stop."

"or what?" he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "you'll make me stop thinking about bending you over this railing right now?"

a shiver raced down your spine. the risk was immense. taehyung's girlfriend was laughing with jin just a few feet away in the living room. "we can't," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

"i know," he breathed, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back, his thumb stroking circles through the thin fabric of your dress. it was an innocent enough touch for anyone who might glance over, but for you, it was branding. "that's what makes it so much fun, isn't it?"

he was right. the fear, the adrenaline, it was all mixing with the raw desire to create a potent cocktail. you could feel your resolve crumbling.

"i have an idea," he whispered, his eyes gleaming. "trust me?"

you looked into his face, searching for any sign of hesitation. there was none. only confidence, desire, and that familiar, dangerous spark. against your better judgment, you nodded.

"good girl," he murmured, the praise sending another wave of heat through you. "finish your drink. walk back to your seat. in two minutes, get up and head for the main hallway. the one by the guest bedrooms. don't look back."

and then he was gone, melting back into the party as smoothly as he'd appeared, leaving you leaning against the wall, your heart hammering against your ribs. you did as he said, your legs feeling unsteady as you walked back to the sofa. you picked up your champagne, your hand trembling so much the liquid sloshed against the sides of the flute. the next two minutes were the longest of your life. you nodded and smiled at the conversation around you, but you heard none of it. all your senses were focused on the hallway, on the promise of what awaited you.

when the time was up, you stood. "just heading to the restroom," you said to no one in particular, your voice sounding surprisingly normal.

the hallway was dimmer, quieter, the thumping bass of the music a distant pulse. you saw him immediately, standing outside a door halfway down the corridor, his back to you. he didn't turn as you approached, but you knew he was aware of your every step. he pushed the door open; a guest bedroom, not the bathroom - and gestured for you to go in.

"jimin, no," you protested in a harsh whisper. "someone's bedroom?"

"relax," he said, following you in and closing the door. the click of the lock was unnervingly loud in the sudden silence. "it's the spare room. no one's been in here tonight." he took your hand, his grip firm, and pulled you further into the room, away from the door. the space was pristine, the bed perfectly made, the air still. it felt like a different world.

"this is insane," you breathed, but you were already moving into his embrace, your body betraying your words.

"completely," he agreed, his lips finding yours. the kiss was desperate, hungry, six months of pent-up frustration and longing pouring into it. his hands were everywhere, tangling in your hair, sliding down your back to cup your ass and pull you flush against him. you could feel how hard he was, the rigid length of him pressing insistently against your stomach through his trousers.

you moaned into his mouth, your own hands roaming his chest, feeling the taut muscle beneath the silk shirt. you wanted to feel his skin, to taste him, to have him in a way that was impossible in this room, on this bed, with a hundred people just outside. the frustration was agonizing.

"i need you," you gasped, breaking the kiss.

"i know, baby. i know," he soothed, his forehead resting against yours. "but we can't. not here. not like this." he took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment. when he opened them, they were dark with a new kind of intensity. "but i can't leave you like this. and i can't go back out there like this."

he took your hand and guided it down to the front of his pants, pressing your palm against his straining erection. "see what you do to me?" he groaned. "this is your fault."

a thrill went through you, a surge of feminine power. "then let me fix it," you whispered, your eyes locked on his.

his breath hitched. "here?"

you nodded slowly, a slow smile spreading across your face. the idea was reckless

a slow, wicked grin spread across jimin's face, his eyes darkening with a mixture of surprise and raw, unadulterated lust. "here?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. "right now?"

"right now," you confirmed, your confidence growing with every passing second. the risk was a potent drug, and you were already addicted. you sank to your knees on the plush carpet, the fabric soft against your skin. the movement was graceful, deliberate, your eyes never leaving his. from this angle, you had to look up at him, and the shift in power sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to your core.

"fuck," he breathed, his hand coming up to rest on the top of your head, his fingers tangling gently in your hair. "you're going to be the death of me."

you smiled, a slow, seductive curve of your lips. "i'll try to make it worth it." your hands went to the buckle of his belt, the metallic clink sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room. you both froze, listening. the party was still a distant, muffled hum of bass and laughter. no one was coming. you continued, your fingers working with practiced ease to undo his trousers. the zipper was next, another sharp sound that made his grip on your hair tighten.

you freed him from the confines of his silk boxers, and he sprang into your waiting hand. he was already rock-hard, the tip flushed and glistening with pre-cum. you took a moment to just look, to appreciate him in the dim light filtering in from the hallway. he was beautiful, perfectly formed, and the knowledge that you were the one who made him this way, who could reduce the confident, charismatic park jimin to this state of desperate need, was heady.

you leaned forward, not taking him into your mouth yet, but letting your warm breath ghost over the sensitive head. he shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips.

"stop teasing," he pleaded, his voice strained.

you smirked and finally gave him what he wanted, swirling your tongue around the tip to taste the salty bead of moisture there. his hips jerked involuntarily, a choked sound catching in his throat. you took him into your mouth then, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he hit the back of your throat. you relaxed, taking him deeper still, your nose buried in the coarse hair at his base.

"jesus christ," he hissed, his head falling back against the door with a soft thud. "your mouth… so fucking perfect."

you began to move, establishing a rhythm that was both leisurely and intense. you pulled back until just the tip was between your lips, then sank down again, taking him deep. your hands came up to cup his balls, rolling them gently as your mouth worked its magic. you could feel his control fraying, the taut muscles in his thighs trembling under your touch.

you were so lost in the sensation, in the taste and feel of him, that you almost missed it. a sound. footsteps. not the muffled, indistinct noise from the party, but the clear, distinct click-clack of high heels on the hardwood floor of the hallway, getting closer.

panic, cold and sharp, shot through you. you froze, your mouth still full of him. jimin's eyes flew open, wide with alarm. his body went rigid, his hand tightening in your hair, not in pleasure but in a silent command to stay still. the footsteps grew louder, accompanied by a female voice, laughing.

"…so i told him, if you think i'm wearing that, you've lost your mind!" the voice was right outside the door now. it sounded like one of the stylists' assistants.

jimin's eyes were locked on yours, a frantic, silent communication passing between you. don't move. don't make a sound. you could feel his heart hammering through his shaft, the frantic pulse a stark contrast to the stillness of his body. the risk was no longer thrilling; it was terrifying. your own heart was beating so hard you were sure they must be able to hear it through the door.

the doorknob jiggled.

your blood ran cold. it was locked. thank god, it was locked. but what if they had a key? what if taehyung told them where it was?

"strange," the voice outside said. "it's locked. is someone in there?"

a second voice, closer this time, replied, "maybe it's just tae being weird. let's try the other guest room. i think i saw one down by the kitchen."

there was a moment of agonizing silence, and then, blessedly, the sound of the footsteps receding, moving away down the hall.

both of you let out silent, shaky breaths. the adrenaline was still coursing through you, making your hands tremble. you started to pull back, to end this madness, but jimin's grip on your hair tightened, stopping you.

"don't you dare stop," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous command. his eyes were blazing with a fire you'd never seen before, a mixture of fear, relief, and a primal, desperate need that overshadowed everything else. the near-miss hadn't scared him off; it had fueled him.

he began to move his hips, a slow, shallow thrusting into your mouth. "finish it," he breathed, his voice raw. "now."

the command sent a fresh wave of heat through you, washing away the fear and replacing it with a renewed sense of purpose. you redoubled your efforts, your head bobbing faster now, your tongue working feverishly against the sensitive underside of his cock. you hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard, and he rewarded you with a guttural moan that he quickly muffled with his own hand.

"fuck, yes," he whispered, his eyes squeezing shut. "just like that. don't stop."

you could feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming less controlled, more erratic. his breathing was ragged, his whole body tensing like a coiled spring. you looked up at his face, at the way his brow was furrowed in concentration, his lips parted as he fought for breath. he was utterly lost in the pleasure you were giving him, and the sight was the most erotic thing you had ever seen.

"right there," he choked out, his hand fisting in your hair. "i'm gonna… fuck…"

with a final, deep thrust, he came, his body shuddering violently as he spilled himself down your throat. you swallowed quickly, your throat working to take every last drop. you continued to suck him gently, milking him through his orgasm, until he was completely spent.

he slumped against the door, his body limp, his chest heaving. you slowly released him, tucking him back into his trousers and refastening his belt with nimble fingers. you rose to your feet, your knees a little stiff, and met his gaze.

he looked wrecked. his hair was messy, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were heavy-lidded with satisfaction. he reached for you, pulling you into his arms and crushing his lips to yours in a kiss that was less about passion and more about gratitude, and possession.

"you," he said, his voice hoarse as he rested his forehead against yours, "are absolutely insane."

"you knew that when you met me," you whispered back, a smile playing on your lips.

he chuckled, a low, contented sound. "i did." he kissed you again, softer this time, a lingering press of his lips. "and i wouldn't have you any other way."

after a moment, he pulled away, checking his reflection in the dresser mirror and attempting to smooth his hair into some semblance of order. "okay," he said, taking a deep breath. "we go back one at a time. you first. wait two minutes, then i'll follow."

you nodded, your heart already starting to settle back into a normal rhythm. you smoothed down your dress, ran a hand through your own hair, and gave him one last, lingering look before unlocking the door and slipping back out into the hallway. the party was still in full swing, oblivious.

you walked back to the living room, a secret smile on your face, the taste of him still on your lips. you had just reclaimed your seat on the sofa when jimin reappeared, looking cool and composed as if he'd simply been taking a private phone call.

"jimin," you started, but he silenced you with a kiss, gentle yet insistent. it was a kiss that spoke of familiarity and passion, of shared secrets and whispered promises in the dark.

"i've been thinking about you all day," he admitted when you parted, his forehead resting against yours. "specifically about what's under that dress."

a slow smile spread across your face. "oh really? and what did you imagine?"

"white lace," he replied without hesitation, his hands finding the hem of your sundress and inching it up slowly. "something delicate and beautiful, just like you."

you chuckled softly as his fingers brushed against the lace of your panties, exactly as he'd predicted. "how did you know?"

"i know you," he said simply, his thumb tracing the pattern of the lace against your hip. "i know what you like, what feels good against your skin."

his touch was gentle, sending waves of desire through your body. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss, this one deeper and more urgent. his tongue explored your mouth as his hands explored your body, memorizing every curve and dip.

the dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in just the white lace bra and panties you'd chosen that morning. jimin took a step back, his eyes roaming over you appreciatively.

"you're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, reaching out to trace the line of your collarbone, then down to the swell of your breasts. "every time i see you, it's like the first time all over again."

you felt your cheeks raise in temperature under his intense gaze, even after all these months. "you're not so bad yourself, park jimin."

he chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that never failed to make your stomach flutter. "just 'not so bad'?" he teased, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. "i think i can do better than that."

with agonizing slowness, he lowered the lace, his eyes never leaving yours as he revealed you to the night air. you stepped out of the panties, kicking them aside as he knelt before you, pressing soft kisses to your hips, your stomach, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

"jimin," you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair as his mouth found its destination. his tongue flicked against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

redoubling his efforts, his fingers joining in as he brought you closer and closer to the edge already. your knees trembled, and you had to grip his shoulders for support as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity.

"come for me, baby," he murmured against you, the vibrations of his voice pushing you over the edge.

your orgasm came over you, leaving you breathless and trembling, your grip onto the balcony railing firmer than ever. jimin held you through it, his arms supporting you as you rode out the intensity of your orgasm.

when you could finally stand straight again, he rose to his feet, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. you could taste yourself on his tongue, a combination that made you want him all over again.

"inside," you managed to gasp between kisses. "now."

he didn't need to be told twice. scooping you up effortlessly, he carried you back into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. the cool air conditioning was a shock to your heated skin, but it was quickly forgotten as jimin laid you on the plush rug in front of the sofa.

he shed his clothes quickly, his body illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. you watched him, appreciating the lean muscle, the smooth skin and the confident way he moved. this was your man, your lover, your partner in everything.

joining you on the floor, he covered your body with his, his weight a familiar comfort. his lips found yours again as he positioned himself in between you.

"look at me," he whispered, and you opened your eyes you hadn't realized you'd closed. "i want to see you when i'm inside you."

you held his gaze as he entered you, a slow, deliberate slide that had you both gasping. this was your favorite part; the initial joining, the moment when you became one, when nothing else in the world mattered but the connection between you.

he began to move, his hips finding a rhythm that was both familiar and exciting. with each thrust, he pushed deeper, filling you completely. your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, as your hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles flex and contract with each movement.

"fuck, you feel so good," he breathed against your neck, his pace quickening. "so tight, so perfect for me.''

a guttural groan as escaped his lips as he increased his pace, driving into you with renewed urgency. the sounds of your sex filled the room; skin against skin, breathy moans, whispered words of love and desire.

you could feel another orgasm building, this one deeper and more intense than the first. jimin sensed it too, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles as he continued to thrust into you.

"together," he commanded, his voice strained with his own impending release. "cum with me, baby."

your eyes locked as you both tumbled over the edge together, waves of pleasure washing over you in synchronized rhythm. his name was a prayer on your lips as you cried out, your body arching against his as he emptied himself inside you.

for moments afterward, you lay tangled together, your bodies slick with sweat, your hearts beating in sync. jimin peppered your face with soft kisses, his lips gentle against your skin. you could feel the energy still thrumming between you, a current that refused to be sated with just one release.

his lips curved into a smirk against your temple. "I'm not done with you yet." he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your chest.

jimin moved, effortlessly flipping you onto your stomach. his hands gripped your hips, pulling you up onto your hands and knees. "stay right there," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

you heard him stand, the rustle of his movements a tantalizing promise of what was to come. when he returned, his hands were back on you, guiding you to your feet. "come here," he said, his voice thick with renewed desire.

he led you back towards the balcony, the cool night air a relief against your heated skin. the city lights twinkled below, a silent audience to what was going on floors above. jimin positioned you facing the railing, his hands on your hips as he bent you forward slightly.

"hold on," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

you gripped the cool metal of the railing, your knuckles white as you anticipated his next move. the height was dizzying, the drop significant enough to be dangerous but with jimin behind you, you felt completely safe.

he entered you in one smooth, deep stroke, and you both gasped at the sensation. from this angle, he felt impossibly deep, stretching you in the most delicious way. his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he began to move.

"fuck," he breathed, his pace quickening with each thrust. "you feel incredible like this."

you could only moan in response, your head falling forward as pleasure washed over you. each snap of his hips sent jolts of electricity through your body, building a tension deep within you that was both agonizing and exquisite.

"look at you," he growled, one hand moving from your hip to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back gently. "so beautiful, taking me so well."

the combination of his deep, relentless thrusts and his dirty praise sent you spiraling towards another orgasm. you could feel it building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole.

"jimin," you gasped, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the railing tighter. "i'm gonna…"

"cum for me, baby," he commanded, his voice strained with his own impending release. "let me feel you cum."

with a cry that was swallowed by the night wind, you tumbled over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. jimin followed moments later with a guttural groan, his release filling you as he buried himself deep inside you.

for several long moments, you remained joined, your bodies trembling with aftershocks as the night air cooled your sweat-slicked skin. finally, jimin pulled out gently, turning you around to face him.

his eyes were dark with satisfaction, a soft smile playing on his lips as he pulled you into his arms. "i love you," he murmured, his voice raw with emotion.

"i love you too," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you leaned into his embrace.

your heart beat faster. jimin's games always pushed your boundaries, always left you breathless and wanting more. "what kind of game?"

"let's call it 'payment in kind.'" he led you outside where his driver was waiting with the car door open. "i'm taking you on a shopping spree. you can have anything you want; no limits." his voice dropped lower as he leaned close, his breath warm against your ear. "but for every store we visit, you'll find a way to thank me...in secret, in public."

the car ride to the mall was filled with tension that had nothing to do with the luxury vehicle or the expensive clothes you'd soon be selecting. your mind raced with possibilities, with the delicious danger of what he was asking. public sex had always been a fantasy of yours, one you'd never dared to explore until you met jimin.

"remember our rules," he said, breaking the silence as the car pulled up to the entrance of seoul's most exclusive shopping center. "no one finds out. you're my good girl in public, but you'll be my dirty little secret in private."

you nodded, your mouth suddenly dry. "yes, daddy."

his hand rested possessively on your thigh as you entered the mall, the cool air conditioning doing nothing to calm the heat building between your legs. the first store he led you to was a boutique known for its designer dresses and impossible prices.

"anything you want," he reminded you, gesturing around the store. "take your time."

the sales associate who approached you was professional but her eyes widened slightly when jimin introduced himself. you could practically see the dollar signs in her eyes as she began pulling out dresses in your size, each more beautiful and expensive than the last.

you tried on a deep red silk dress that flowed like water around your body, the fabric cool against your heated skin. when you stepped out of the dressing room to show jimin, his eyes darkened with desire.

"spin for me," he commanded softly.

you did, slowly, watching his reaction in the full-length mirror. his gaze was hungry, possessive, and it made you feel powerful in a way you'd never experienced before.

"beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer. "but i think you need to thank me properly before we continue shopping."

your eyes darted around the store. the sales associate was busy with another customer and the other shoppers seemed absorbed in their own worlds. still, your heart pounded with nervous excitement.

"the family bathroom," jimin said quietly, his voice barely audible. "down the hall, next to the food court. give me five minutes, then follow."

you nodded, your body already responding to the command. you changed back into your original dress and handed the red one to the sales associate with a smile. "i'll think about it," you said, though you both knew you'd be leaving with it.

the five minutes felt like an eternity as you browsed through a rack of blouses you couldn't possibly afford on your own. when the time was up, you made your way to the family bathroom, your steps deliberate and unhurried despite the racing of your heart.

the bathroom was larger than you expected, with a full-length mirror, a changing table, and a lock on the door. jimin was leaning against the counter when you entered, already unfastening his belt.

"lock the door," he ordered.

you did, your fingers fumbling slightly with the lock. when you turned back, he'd freed himself from his trousers, his cock already hard and waiting for you.

"on your knees," he said, his voice low and commanding.

you sank to the floor without hesitation, the tile cool through the thin fabric of your dress. you looked up at him through your lashes as you wrapped your fingers around his length, feeling the heat and weight of him in your palm.

"show me how grateful you are," he said, his fingers tangling in your hair.

you leaned forward, taking him into your mouth slowly, savoring the taste of him and the way he filled you completely. you worked him with your tongue and lips, finding the rhythm that made his breath hitch, that made his fingers tighten in your hair.

"look at me," he demanded.

you raised your eyes to his, maintaining contact as you took him deeper, until he hit the back of your throat. the groan that escaped his lips was your reward, the confirmation that you were doing this right.

"such a good girl," he praised, his voice strained. "taking daddy's cock so well."

you moaned around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk forward. you could feel him getting closer, could taste the sweetness of his arousal on your tongue, but just as you were preparing to take him over the edge, he pulled back sharply.

"not yet," he said, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "we're just getting started."

he helped you to your feet, his hands lingering on your waist. "fix your lipstick," he instructed, gesturing to the mirror. "then meet me back in the store. we're not done shopping."

you nodded, your body thrumming with unsatisfied desire as you watched him tuck himself back into his trousers. you took a moment to compose yourself, to reapply the lipstick that now matched the dress you'd be purchasing.

when you returned to the boutique, jimin was already at the counter with the red dress and several other items. the total was astronomical, but he didn't even blink as he handed over his sleek black credit card.

"next store?" he said once the transaction was complete. "i'm thinking something in lingerie."

the lingerie store was quieter and much more intimate than the boutique. soft lighting and plush carpeting created an atmosphere of silent luxury. jimin selected a private viewing area and instructed the sales associate to bring in a selection of their finest pieces just for you.

"try these on," he said, handing you a collection of lace and silk in various shades of red and black. "i want to see everything."

the first set was a black lace bra and thong set that barely covered anything at all. when you stepped out of the dressing room, jimin's eyes darkened with appreciation.

"turn around," he commanded softly.

you did, slowly, feeling his gaze like a physical touch on your skin. the lace was rough against your sensitive nipples, already hard from excitement.

"beautiful," he murmured, rising from his seat. "but i think we need a more thorough look."

he followed you back into the dressing room, closing the door behind him. the space was cramped, barely large enough for the two of you, but that only added to the excitement.

"on your knees again," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

you complied immediately. when you took him into your mouth, you were more confident, more eager to please him. you sucked him with practiced movements, finding all the spots that made him twitch inside of your mouth.

"fuck," he breathed, his hips beginning to move in rhythm with your mouth. "just like that."

you could feel him getting closer again, could taste the evidence of his arousal like before, but just as you were preparing to finish him off, he pulled away again.

"not here," he said, his voice strained. "not like this."

he helped you to your feet, his hands roaming over your body, tracing the lines of the lingerie you wore. "turn around," he commanded, positioning you so that you were facing the mirror.

you watched as he positioned your legs farther apart, exposing your ass to his view. his hands caressed your cheeks, squeezing gently before spreading them apart. you gasped as you felt his fingers probing your entrance, testing your readiness.

"so wet for me," he murmured, his fingers slick with your arousal. "is this all for daddy?"

"yes," you breathed, pressing back against his hand. "all for you."

he positioned himself behind you, his cock nudging against your entrance. you braced yourself against the mirror, your breath fogging the glass as he pushed into you slowly, filling you completely.

"fuck," you gasped, your body adjusting to his size.

he leaned forward to whisper against your ear. "quiet. we don't want to get caught."

you bit your lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate at first, then faster, deeper. each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body, building the tension that had been simmering since the first store. the risk of being discovered only heightened the experience, making every sensation more intense.

"look at yourself," he commanded, his fingers tightening on your hips. "look how beautiful you are when you're being fucked by daddy."

you forced your eyes open, watching your reflection in the mirror. your face was flushed, your lips parted, your eyes dark with desire. behind you, jimin's expression was one of intense concentration, his jaw clenched as he drove into you again and again.

"touch yourself," he ordered. "i want to watch you cum."

your hand moved between your legs, your fingers finding your clit, already swollen and sensitive. you circled it slowly at first, matching his rhythm, then faster as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.

"please," you gasped, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. "can i cum?" you whispered between quiet moans.

"not yet," he said, his voice strained. "not until the final store."

you whimpered in frustration, your body screaming for release. he slowed his movements, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in, teasing you, prolonging the delicious desire to cum all over him.

"so close," he murmured, his forehead resting against your shoulder. "but not yet, princess. not yet."

he withdrew completely, leaving you empty and aching. you watched as he adjusted his clothes, his movements intentional and controlled. there was no sign of the passion that had just consumed him, except for the darkening of his eyes as they met yours in the mirror.

"get dressed," he said, his voice once again composed. "we have one more store to visit."

you nodded, your hands trembling as you removed the lingerie and slipped back into your dress. your body was still humming with unfulfilled desire, your panties damp with the evidence of your arousal.

the final store was a high-end jewelry boutique, all glass cases and velvet displays. jimin led you directly to the counter, where the sales associate recognized him immediately.

"mr. park," she said with a recognition smile. "how may i help you today?"

"i'm looking for something special," he replied, his hand resting possessively on your lower back. "for my girl."

your heart fluttered at the casual endearment, at the way he claimed you in front of this stranger. the associate began pulling out various pieces; diamond necklaces, pearl earrings and ruby bracelets, each one more stunning than the last.

"which one do you like?" jimin asked, his eyes meeting yours.

you hesitated, overwhelmed by the choices and the sheer extravagance of the situation. finally, your gaze settled on a delicate diamond necklace with a single teardrop-shaped pendant.

"this one," you said softly.

the associate's eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing as she carefully removed the necklace from its case. jimin took it from her, his fingers brushing against yours as he fastened it around your neck.

"perfect," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "absolutely perfect."

the transaction was completed quickly, the price staggering but meaningless to him. as you prepared to leave the store, his hand tightened on your arm.

"one final payment," he said quietly, his voice barely audible. "the private viewing room. now."

the private viewing room was even more luxurious than the dressing room, with plush velvet seating and soft, ambient lighting. jimin locked the door behind you, his movements calm despite the situation.

"remove your dress," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

you complied, your fingers fumbling slightly with the zipper. the silk pooled at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but the diamond necklace and your damp panties.

"on the couch," he ordered, already unfastening his trousers. "on your hands and knees."

you positioned yourself as instructed, your heart pounding with anticipation. the velvet was soft against your palms and knees, a stark contrast to the hardness that was about to fill you.

he entered you from behind in one smooth thrust, filling you completely, drawing a gasp from your lips. this time, there was no teasing, no holding back. his strokes were hard and fast, driving into you with an urgency that matched your own need.

"touch yourself," he commanded, his voice strained with effort. "i want to feel you cum around me for real this time."

your hand moved between your legs, your fingers finding your clit, still swollen and sensitive. you circled it slowly at first, matching his rhythm, then faster as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.

"please," you gasped, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. "can i cum?"

"now," he growled, his fingers tightening on your hips. "cum for me now, princess."

the permission was all you needed. the tension that had been building throughout this shopping spree finally toppled over, sending waves of pleasure through your body. you cried out as you came, your muscles clenching around him, pulling him deeper, drawing him over the edge with you.

he followed you with a low groan, his hips jerking as he spilled into you, filling you with his semen. for a moment you both remained motionless, stuck in the aftermath of your shared release.

then slowly, carefully, he withdrew, leaving you empty and sated. he helped you to your feet, his hands gentle as they guided you to the couch where you collapsed against him, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"you were perfect," he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of the diamond necklace. "absolutely perfect."

you leaned into his touch, your body humming with satisfaction. the afternoon had been everything you'd hoped for and more; dangerous, thrilling and utterly satisfying.

"thank you, daddy," you whispered, your lips brushing against his cheek.

he smiled, his eyes dark with renewed desire. "don't thank me yet," he said quietly. "the day's not over."

the evening continued to unfold with a promise of luxury that made your skin tingle. after the exhilarating fun at the mall, jimin suggested dinner at "lumière," a restaurant perched on the fiftieth floor of a skyscraper, known as much for its breathtaking panoramic views of seoul's glittering skyline as for its authentic french cuisine.

you wore the deep red silk dress he'd bought you, the fabric clinging to your body like a second skin. the diamond necklace he'd selected rested against your throat, a cool and heavy reminder of his possession. you felt powerful, desired, and utterly out of place in the most wonderful way.

jimin, of course, looked handsome. he'd changed into another tailored suit, this one a deep charcoal grey that made his eyes seem even darker and intense. he watched you with an unreadable expression as you walked into the restaurant alongside him, his hand resting proprietorially on the small of your back, guiding you through the hushed, elegant dining room.

"you look..." he began, his voice a low murmur as the waitress you to a secluded table by the floor-to-ceiling window. "like every fantasy i've ever had."

flustered heat crept up your neck as you took your seat, the city lights twinkling below you like a carpet of scattered diamonds. "i feel like i'm wearing a fortune," you admitted, touching the necklace lightly.

"you are," he said simply, his gaze unwavering. "and you're worth every penny."

dinner was full of flavor you didn't know was possible. each course was a work of art, but the real feast was the way jimin looked at you, the way his fingers would brush against yours as he passed you the bread, the heated promises in his whispered descriptions of the wine. the conversation was light, dancing around topics of art and travel, but beneath it all was the thrumming current of what had happened that afternoon, and what was still to come.

"did you enjoy our game today, princess?" he asked, swirling the deep burgundy liquid in his glass.

you met his gaze, a bold confidence you hadn't possessed three months ago surging through you. "every minute of it, daddy."

a slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. "good. because the night is young."

after dessert, he didn't take you back to the car. instead, he led you to a private elevator at the rear of the restaurant, pressing a keycard to a hidden panel. the doors slid open silently, revealing a carriage upholstered in soft cream leather.

"where are we going?" you asked, though you already had a feeling.

"home," he said, the word simple yet loaded with meaning.

the elevator ascended smoothly, the numbers climbing higher and higher until it stopped with a soft chime. the doors opened directly into his penthouse.

it was breathtaking.

the entire floor was open concept, a vast expanse of polished dark wood floors, floor-to-ceiling windows and minimalist, expensive furniture. to the left was a living area with a massive, low-slung sofa that faced a wall-sized smart tv. to the right, a gourmet kitchen with gleaming stainless steel appliances and a center island that could have seated ten. straight ahead, through another set of glass doors, was a terrace with a plunge pool and a view that made the one from the restaurant look tame.

"wow," you breathed, stepping out of the elevator. "this is... incredible."

"i'm glad you approve," he said, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it over a chair. he loosened his tie, his eyes never leaving you. "can i get you a drink?"

you shook your head, your heart beginning to beat faster. "i don't think i need anything else to make me dizzy tonight."

he chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "good point." he crossed the space between you in a few long strides, his hands coming to rest on your waist. "you know, i've been thinking about that dressing room all evening."

"have you now?" you teased, your hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck.

"mm," he hummed, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. "thinking about how beautiful you looked, how you felt wrapped around me." his hands slid down to cup your ass, pulling you tight against him. "thinking about how i didn't let you finish."

you gasped as he nipped at your earlobe. "i remember."

"i want to see you cum again now," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "properly. where i can hear you and where no one can interrupt us."

he captured your lips in a kiss that was nothing like the chaste, public pecks he'd given you at the mall. this was deep, demanding, full of hunger and possession. his tongue swept into your mouth, claiming you, and you responded with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

he backed you towards the living room, his lips never leaving yours, until the backs of your knees hit the soft edge of the sofa. he broke the kiss, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at you.

"turn around," he commanded softly.

you did, presenting your back to him. he slowly, deliberately, lowered the zipper of your dress, his fingers tracing a path down your spine that made you shudder. the red silk pooled at your feet, leaving you in just the necklace and a pair of panties.

"fuck," he breathed, his hands roaming over your bare skin. "you're even more beautiful like this."

he guided you to your knees on the plush rug in front of the sofa, then sank down behind you. his lips trailed kisses up your spine as his hands came around to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your already hardened nipples. you arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"that's it, princess," he murmured against your skin. "let me hear you."

he urged you forward, positioning you so that you were kneeling on the rug, leaning over the sofa's edge. you rested your forearms on the cool leather, your body trembling with anticipation. you heard the sound of his belt buckle, the rustle of fabric, and then he was back, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself at your entrance.

he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch, giving your body time to adjust to his size. the feeling was exquisite, a fullness that made you feel complete. when he was fully seated, he paused, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

"you feel so good," he groaned. "so fucking good."

"please, jimin," you begged, pushing back against him. "move."

he did, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that was slow and deep at first, then gradually building in speed and intensity. the sounds of your bodies meeting, of your breathless moans and his guttural groans, filled the vast, luxurious space. there was no need for silence here, no risk of being discovered. here, you could be as loud as you wanted.

one of his hands snaked around your body, his fingers finding your clit, already swollen and sensitive. he began to circle it in time with his thrusts, and the dual stimulation sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

"that's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice strained. "cum for me. i want to feel it."

with a cry that was half his name, half a sob, you came, your body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure washing over you. he followed with a loud groan, his hips jerking as he spilled into you, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

you collapsed onto the sofa, boneless and sated, and he followed, covering your body with his, his weight a comforting, possessive blanket. you lay there for a long time, just breathing, your heartbeats gradually slowing.

eventually, he stirred, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "stay the night," he murmured.

you were tempted, so tempted, to sink into the soft leather and let the morning come, but you had an early class and this arrangement, however intoxicating, had its boundaries. "i can't," you said softly. "i have to study."

he sighed, but didn't press. he helped you up, and you both made your way to the bathroom, where you cleaned up in the massive, glass-walled shower. he watched you dress with a lazy, satisfied smile, his eyes tracking your every movement.

when you were ready, he walked you to the elevator. "i'll call you tomorrow," he said, his voice once again the smooth, controlled tone of park jimin.

you nodded, stepping into the elevator. the doors slid closed, cutting off his view of you, and you leaned against the cool glass wall, your body still humming with the memory of his touch.

as the elevator began its descent, your phone buzzed in your purse. you pulled it out, expecting a text from a friend or a reminder about your class.

it was a notification from jimin.

jimin: the driver is waiting for you downstairs. be safe.

you smiled, a warmth spreading through your chest that had nothing to do with sex. he was always so considerate, always taking care of the details. even if this was just a transactional dynamic, he always went out of his way to care for you, which was much different from other men you've tried to meet.

just as the elevator reached the ground floor, your phone buzzed again. you glanced down, your eyes widening slightly at the second notification. it wasn't a message. it was a transfer confirmation.

a single lamp cast a warm, golden glow in the corner, illuminating the sleek lines of the sofa and the empty space on the coffee table where he usually left his book. he wasn't there. your heart started a nervous little rhythm against your ribs. you padded softly towards the bedroom, your stockinged feet silent on the hardwood floor.

the bedroom door was ajar. peeking inside, you saw him.

he was sitting in the armchair by the window, a silhouette against the moonlit glass. he hadn't turned on the main light, leaving him in shadow, but you could see the glint of light on his hair, the sharp line of his jaw. he was just… waiting. he hadn't changed out of his dark trousers and soft black sweater, the one that clung to his biceps in a way that always made your mouth a little dry.

"jimin?" you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

he didn't move. the silence stretched, thick and heavy, pressing down on you until you felt small. this was it. the calm before the storm. you knew him so well, knew the stillness was a far more dangerous sign than any outburst would be. it meant he was thinking, planning, and you were the subject of his thoughts.

"come here," he said, his voice low and even. it wasn't angry, not yet. it was worse. it was controlled.

you obeyed immediately, crossing the room until you stood before him. you could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint, clean scent of his cologne mixed with something that was uniquely jimin. you kept your eyes downcast, fixed on your hands clasped in front of you.

"look at me," he commanded.

slowly, you lifted your gaze. his face was partially in shadow, but you could see his eyes. they were dark, intense, and fixed on you with an unnerving focus. he reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his touch a stark contrast to the cold authority in his voice.

"you're late," he stated simply. it wasn't a question.

"i'm sorry," you rushed out, the words tumbling over each other. "the dinner ran late, my boss wouldn't stop talking, and my phone died and i..."

he held up a hand, and you fell silent instantly. "i don't want to hear excuses. you know the rules. you promised you would be home by eleven. you promised you would text if you were going to be late."

"i know, i just..."

"no," he cut you off again, his voice dropping a register. "you didn't 'just' anything. you were careless. you were disobedient." he let his hand fall from your face, trailing down your neck, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. he could feel how fast your heart was beating. "and you know what happens when you break the rules, don't you, princess?"

a shiver, equal parts fear and anticipation, ran down your spine. you nodded, unable to form words.

"use your words."

"yes," you breathed out. "i… i get punished."

a small, humorless smile touched his lips. "that's right. you get punished." he leaned back in the chair, spreading his thighs slightly. the motion was casual, but it was a clear invitation, a command. "strip. slowly."

your fingers trembled as you reached for the zipper of your dress. the fabric whispered down your body, pooling at your feet in a dark heap. next came your bra, then your panties, until you were standing completely bare before him, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. you felt exposed, vulnerable under his steady gaze, which roamed over every inch of you like he was assessing his property.

"good girl," he murmured, though the praise did little to soothe your nerves. "now, come here."

you took a step closer, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his trousers, just below his belt buckle. "you're going to ride my thigh," he said, his voice a low purr that vibrated through you. "and you are not going to finish until i say so. do you understand me?"

your breath hitched. thigh riding. it was one of his favorite punishments. it was humiliating, deliciously so, forcing you to use his body for your own pleasure while he remained mostly detached, watching you fall apart. it was a test of control; his over you, and yours over yourself.

"yes," you whispered, your voice thick.

"louder."

"yes, sir."

"good." he patted his thigh, the fabric of his trousers smooth and expensive looking. "climb on."

with a deep, shaky breath, you swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. his hands immediately went to your waist, gripping you firmly and positioning you directly over his powerful thigh. the muscle was hard beneath you, even through the material of his pants. he kept you still for a moment, letting you feel the heat of him, the solid strength of the leg you were about to use.

"remember the rules," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "no cumming. and i want you to look at me the entire time. don't you dare look away."

you nodded, your eyes locked with his. the intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming. he was enjoying this, enjoying your submission, the power he held over you.

"move," he commanded.

it was awkward at first. you began to rock your hips, a slow, uncertain rhythm. the friction was minimal, a dull tease against your most sensitive flesh. you could feel the slickness already building, coating his trousers as you moved. a flush of heat crept up your chest and neck, coloring your cheeks. you felt so exposed, grinding yourself on his leg like an animal in heat while he just watched.

"faster," he ordered, his grip on your waist tightening, guiding you into a more forceful rhythm. "don't be shy. you wanted to be late, now you're going to work for my forgiveness."

his words, sharp and degrading in the best possible way, spurred you on. you increased your pace, the friction becoming more intense, more focused. the hard muscle of his thigh pressed perfectly against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through you with every roll of your hips. you couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips.

he chuckled, a low, dark sound. "does it feel good? using my thigh to get yourself off like a desperate little thing?"

you bit your lip, nodding, your eyes still locked with his. you could see the satisfaction in his expression, the way his pupils dilated as he watched you lose yourself to the sensation. his hands roamed from your waist, up your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine before coming around to cup your breasts. he rolled your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them just hard enough to make you gasp.

"keep moving," he reminded you, his voice a low growl. "don't you dare stop."

you obeyed, your movements becoming more frantic as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly. you were so close. the pressure was building, an exquisite ache that demanded release. you could feel the orgasm right there, just out of reach, and you chased it, grinding down harder, faster, your breath coming in ragged pants.

"please," you begged, the word tearing from your throat. "jimin, please…"

"please what?" he asked, his tone mocking. "please let you cum? have you earned that? have you been a good?"

"i… i can be," you panted, your vision starting to blur at the edges. "i'll be so good, i promise, just please…"

he watched you for a moment, a predator assessing its prey. he could see how desperate you were, how your body trembled with the effort of holding back. he was pushing you, testing your limits, and you were failing so beautifully.

"no," he said, his voice flat and final. "you haven't earned it. slow down."

a sob of frustration caught in your throat. it was the cruelest punishment, to bring you to the very edge of bliss only to deny you. you forced your hips to slow, the rhythm becoming a torturous grind. the pleasure didn't subside, it just simmered, a low, persistent thrum that kept you on edge, desperate for more.

"that's better," he murmured, his hands returning to your hips, holding you in place. "i want you to feel it. i want you to think about what you did wrong. you were careless tonight. you made me worry."

the gentleness in his voice was almost worse than the commands. it was a reminder of the care beneath the dominance, the love that was the foundation for this entire dynamic. you had disappointed him.

the gentleness in his voice was almost worse than the commands. it was a reminder of the care beneath the dominance, the love that was the foundation for this entire dynamic. you had disappointed him. that was the true punishment, not the ache in your thighs or the desperate, unfulfilled throbbing between your legs.

"i'm sorry," you whispered again, the words thick with unshed tears of frustration and genuine remorse. you meant it with every fiber of your being. "i'm so sorry, jimin."

he hummed, a low, thoughtful sound in his chest. "i know you are. but being sorry isn't enough. you need to learn." he shifted his leg slightly, the movement making you gasp as the new angle sent a fresh wave of intense pleasure straight to your core. "now, show me how sorry you are. ride me like you mean it. make me believe you want my forgiveness."

with a choked sob, you complied. you poured all your regret, all your desperation, into the movement of your hips. you rode him with a renewed sense of purpose, your body slick and sliding against the expensive fabric of his trousers. the friction was exquisite, a perfect, maddening pressure against your clit that built the tension in your abdomen back up to an almost unbearable level. your hands, which had been resting on his shoulders for balance, gripped him tightly, your nails digging into the firm muscle through his sweater.

"look at me," he reminded you, his voice firm but not unkind.

your eyes, which had slipped shut in concentration, flew open. the sight of him nearly undid you. his face was still cast in shadow, but his eyes burned with a dark fire. his lips were slightly parted, his gaze fixed on the point where your body met his thigh, watching as you used him for your pleasure. a faint flush colored his own cheeks, and you knew, with a jolt of satisfaction, that this was affecting him too. he wasn't as detached as he pretended to be. his control was a carefully constructed facade, and you were the only one who could see the cracks.

"please," you begged again, your voice ragged. "please, i'll do anything. i need it."

"what do you need?" he prompted, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, squeezing the flesh and pulling you harder against him. "tell me. use your words."

"i need to cum," you cried out, the admission humiliating and thrilling all at once. "please, let me come for you. i want to be good, i want to be a good girl."

he was silent for a long moment, letting you writhe and whimper on his lap. the only sounds in the room were your desperate pants and the wet, slick sounds of your movements. he was enjoying your torment, savoring the power he held. he was the master of your body, the keeper of your pleasure, and right now, he was denying you.

"no," he said again, the single word a devastating blow. "you don't get to cum yet. you're not sorry enough."

tears of pure frustration finally spilled over, tracking hot paths down your cheeks. it was too much. the pleasure, the denial, the humiliation. you felt like you were going to shatter into a million pieces.

"stop crying," he commanded, his voice softening slightly as he used his thumb to wipe away a tear. "you know i hate it when you cry." he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. "unless they're tears of pleasure. are you going to give me tears of pleasure, princess?"

you could only shake your head, your body trembling uncontrollably. you were so close, so agonizingly close. the coil in your belly was wound so tight it felt like it would snap at any second.

"then i guess you'll have to keep trying," he whispered, before capturing your lips in a punishing kiss.

it was all teeth and tongue, a dominant, claiming kiss that stole the air from your lungs. he devoured you, his tongue exploring your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip. the kiss was a brand, a mark of his ownership, and it sent you spiraling. your hips bucked wildly, grinding against him with abandon, chasing an orgasm you knew you weren't allowed to have.

he broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. "slowly," he ordered, his voice strained. "i said slowly."

you tried, you really did. you forced your hips to slow their frantic pace, but your body was fighting you, desperate for release. every slow, deliberate roll of your hips was a form of torture, the pleasure building and building with no hope of relief.

"that's it," he praised, his hands stroking your back soothingly. "just like that. so good for me, following directions even when it's hard."

his praise was a balm and a weapon. it soothed your nerves while simultaneously stoking the fire in your core. you wanted to be good for him. you wanted to please him more than you wanted your own release.

"who do you belong to?" he asked, his voice a low murmur against your ear.

"you," you answered immediately, your voice a breathy moan. "i belong to you."

"and who decides when you get to cum?"

"you do. only you."

"good girl," he said, and this time, the praise felt genuine, earned. "you're learning."

he let you continue like that for what felt like an eternity, a slow, agonizing rhythm that kept you teetering on the very edge of release. your thighs burned with the effort, your body trembled with exhaustion and need. you were completely at his mercy, a puppet with him pulling the strings.

finally, just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he spoke again.

"stop," he commanded.

you froze, your body rigid with anticipation. your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the silence of the room.

"look at me," he said, his voice soft, but still holding an undercurrent of authority. "have you learned your lesson?"

you nodded vigorously, your eyes wide and pleading. "yes. yes, sir. i'll never be late again. i'll always text. i promise."

he studied your face, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity. he must have found what he was looking for, because a slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips.

"good," he said. "because i hate punishing you." he leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your forehead. "but i do love watching you fall apart."

his hands moved from your hips, one sliding up to tangle in your hair, the other snaking between your bodies. his elegant fingers found your clit, swollen and sensitive from your exertions.

"i think you've earned your reward," he whispered, his thumb circling the tight bundle of nerves. "cum for me, princess. cum all over my hand. now."

that was all it took. the combination of his words, his touch, and the hours of built-up tension sent you flying over the edge. your orgasm crashed over you with the force of a tidal wave, a blinding, all-consuming pleasure that ripped a scream from your throat. your body convulsed, your back arching as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. you were dimly aware of jimin's voice in your ear, murmuring praises as he worked you through your orgasm, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault.

when it was over, you collapsed against him, boneless and spent, your body trembling in the aftermath. he held you close, his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace. for a long time, you just stayed like that, your head on his shoulder, his heart beating steadily under your ear.

"you were so beautiful," he murmured, his lips pressed against your hair. "so perfect for me."

you hummed in contentment, too exhausted to speak. he shifted, standing up with you still in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. he carried you to the bed, laying you down gently against the cool sheets. he disappeared for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. he cleaned you up with a tenderness that brought fresh tears to your eyes, this time of gratitude and love.

when he was done, he climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and tucking the blanket around you. you snuggled against him, your head on his chest, feeling safe and cherished.

"i'm sorry i was late," you whispered, your voice sleepy.

"i know," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "but you're forgiven now. get some sleep, princess."

''i want to be sure.'' you say softly. ''what color suits me? pink or white?'' you look up at him. ''you look good in anything.'' jimin wraps his arms around you. ''that's not a real answer. just help me please.'' jimin smiles and grabs your hand , walking to the back of the store. there , an employee stands , looking down at a table. she looks up at the couple as they approach her.

''hello , looking to try something on?'' she asks. you nod and lift up the two skirts. ''great , come with me.'' she walks down the hallway full of dressing rooms until she finds a vacant room. ''thank you.'' you say with a smile as you walk in. jimin shuts the door behind him as he walks in after you.

''um , excuse you.'' you say , furrowing your eyebrow at him. ''i've seen you naked before , go ahead.'' he sits down on the small bench and relaxes his muscles. ''what a pervert.'' you giggle as jimin reaches forward and playfully smacks your thigh.

you put down the skirts and begin to slip off your shoes and jeans. you grab the white skirt and begin sliding them on. ''what do you think?'' you do a little spin as you show off the skirt. ''mmm.'' jimin mumbles. ''turn again.''

you spin again , this time stepping closer to jimin. ''it looks great. put the other one on.'' he says. you do so, taking off the white skirt and putting it back on its hanger before grabbing the pink one. you put it on , this time standing in front of the mirror. ''i think this one is better.'' you say , analyzing yourself in the mirror. jimin slowly rises and stands behind you.

the warmth of his body heat made you nervous. you always suddenly felt self cautious anytime he was too close to you. ''so?'' you mumble anxiously. jimin places his hands on your sides , looking down at your neck. ''get it.'' he whispers. goosebumps trail down your back as he says this , almost making you shiver.

''weren't there others?'' you ask him. ''i think so. i'll be back.'' jimin steps back and exits the dressing room , heading back into the main part of the store. you take off the skirt and sit on the bench as you wait for jimin to get back.

a few minutes go by and you begin peeking your head out of the dressing room. you see jimin walking back towards you with four different skirts. ''really?'' you say sarcastically as jimin plops the skirts down onto the bench. he sits down beside them and hands you the first one. you take it and begin sliding them on. ''i don't like it.'' you say , tilting your head to the side in the mirror. ''i love florals but the fabric feels too harsh.''

jimin rubs his finger tips onto the fabric. ''i thought so too. next one.'' he grabs the next skirt and hands it to you. ''it's very summerish.'' you say , swinging side to side as the dress carelessly sways with your movements. ''i like it. it would be cute for a picnic date , don't you think?'' you smile down at him as you consider the idea. ''i think so. it looks pretty on you.''

time continues to go by as you try on these skirts. ''are we almost near the end?'' you say , growing impatient. ''yes hold on , here's the last one.'' jimin holds the skirt. you hold out your hand and wait for him to give it to you , but he doesn't. ''come here.'' he says. you step forward. jimin bends over a bit , holding the skirt open for your legs to go through. you hold onto his shoulders and slowly lift your legs one by one. jimin pulls the skirt up over you. ''i love it.'' he says.

''of course you do. it's short as hell.''

jimin giggles , rubbing your legs. ''it suits you.'' he says. ''i'm not so sure.'' you say in response. ''it's not like you have to wear it out anywhere.'' jimin whispers. ''then why would i get it?'' you cross your arms and shake your head , not quite understanding his logic. ''because i can just fuck you in it.'' jimin tugs at the skirt , looking for the price tag. ''really? be serious!'' you softly push him. ''i'm so serious.'' he stands up and looks down at you. you feel the energy in the room shift as jimin hovers above you. ''well-'' you begin feeling nervous all over again. you play with the ends of the skirt as you think of a response.

jimin smirks , knowing the affect he had on you was too much to hide. he holds your waist , running his hands over the soft velvet fabric of the skirt slowly. he bends his neck downward and gives you a small kiss. ''let's test it out.'' he says. your eyes go wide a tiny bit as the words slip out of his mouth. ''here?'' you whisper , listening to the sounds of others in their own dressing rooms as they shopped normally.

''i promise to be quiet if you will.'' jimin pulls you closer , beginning to gently rub your butt. the idea sounded tempting but you didn't wanna risk getting caught over jimin's horny shenanigans. ''i don't know..'' you say. ''let me change your mind then.'' jimin whispers as he steps back from you. he turns you around and pushes himself up against your back. you feel his bulge poke at you and swallow hard as you get increasingly more nervous to do what you're about to do.

jimin looks down as lifts up the skirt over your hips , grabbing onto your panties and roughly sliding them down. he pushes you forward against the wall. you hold onto it and stand still as jimin continues undressing you. he wraps his arms around your torso and begins to slowly unbutton your shirt. he looks into the mirror as he watches himself play with your breasts in a teasing manner.

he suddenly stops , freezing at the sound of people walking past the dressing room. once he feels the coast is clear he continues once again. he lowers his lips onto your shoulders , giving them soft kisses as he tightly clings onto the sides of your body. he moves slowly as he lets go and begins to unbutton his jeans. you turn your head and stare as he pulls out his cock.

still limp , you reach back and start rubbing on it , trying to get him hard as quickly as possible. you bring your hand to your mouth and spit , before reaching back and rubbing it over his cock. he softly groans as he becomes hard. you continue this motion for a few moments until eventually jimin becomes impatient and grabs onto your hair , pushing you forward against the wall and lifting your leg onto the dressing room bench.

you felt exposed as jimin bends down. he ducks under your thighs , lifting the one that rested on the bench. he puts his face forward , engulfing you. you shake as the feeling of his wet tongue touches the sensitive parts of your vagina. you cover your mouth , trying your best to not make noises. he continues eating you out , making soft groaning noises as he does so.

after only a few seconds of this , jimin stands back up. he wipes his mouth and slaps his dick against your butt. you whine , feeling super aroused and impatient now. you put your leg down and grab onto one side of jimin's pants. he holds his cock in one hand and uses the other to cling onto your wrist.

he slides into you , softly groaning. you turn to look at him. ''don't make noise.'' you whisper in a paranoid tone. he chuckles , not taking you seriously. he softly strokes in and out of you , quickly making you wet. he grips onto the sides of your hips and starts to go at a faster pace. soft wet sounds can be heard as jimin slams himself into you.

you push against his chest , making him stop. he slides out of you and sits on the bench. ''you're making too much noises.'' you say , sneaking a peek from under the door. ''i'm not.'' he whispers , running his hands through his hair and sitting up straight , lifting his cock. you turn your back facing him and slowly slide down on it. you sit still for a minute , adjusting to the feeling of his inches deep inside of you.

then , you begin to grind on him. jimin lays his head back onto the wall and closes his eyes with pleasure. ''you feel so good...'' he mumbles out. you smirk and continue grinding on him , quickly going faster. you place your hands on his knees and fuck yourself onto his cock , stiff inside of you. jimin grabs onto your hair and pulls it back as you bounce on him in a fast motion. he wraps it around his fist and tugs on it slightly , not pulling with full force.

the skirt slips over your butt as you continue riding him. jimin lets go of your hair and lifts up the fabric , staring down and watching as you throw yourself onto his cock.

you feel your knees weaken and let go of jimins knees. you bend forward , ready to cum. your pants become heavier and moan like as you finish onto him. at the same time , jimin stands and begins pounding you like crazy. you press up against the dressing room door. strings of your cum spilling out of you and sticking to your bodies. jimin lowly grunts , slamming into you as he creampies you. his chest moves up and down rapidly as he catches his breath.

you feel your insides becoming sticky and wet as you're now filled up with his cum. he slowly pulls out , watching as you stay bent over , allowing his cum to slowly slip out of you. you then fully stand , the fabric once again covering your butt. jimin grabs onto your neck and kisses it harshly , his eyes hazy from the satisfaction of cumming inside of you.

jimin pulls his pants back up and stuffs his cock back into his boxers. he adjusts his hair and looks in the mirror. his cheeks were a faint red color. he pressed down on them with his fingers , wanting it to go away.

he grabs onto the skirts you didn't want and grabs the handle of the dressing room door. you bend down quickly and grab onto his pants. you didn't feel finished just yet and still wanted to taste him. he notices this and smirks. ''we shouldn't risk it again.'' he says. ''i'm sure some people heard.''

you wait as he opens the door and leaves to return the clothing items to the employee. you stay down as you wait for him to come back. when he does , he giggles at you still being on your knees. you tug on his pants and pull them down , his still hard cock springing out. it was still wet with your cum , only turning you on even more.

jimin stands at the doorway , looking to both sides of the hallway. when he confirms that nobody is around , you shove his cock into your mouth. he skips a breath , placing a hand on your head. you suck him clean , licking off all of the cum on his dick. you were certain people could hear , but the paranoia of being caught quickly went as it came. jimin grabs onto your hair , starting to fuck your mouth. you look up at him with watery eyes as you let him.

he looks back down at you , his eyes half lidded. he suddenly stuffs his cock into your mouth , his body tensing up. you feel warm strings of cum trail down your throat as you swallow every last drop. jimin curses under his breath before making you stand back up , not wanting to continue any longer , knowing the chances of being caught were getting higher. ''put your clothes on.'' he whispers tiredly. you do so, taking off the skirt and putting your jeans and shoes back on.