#tlndrs

Not moving from his spot, Jimin takes a deep breath through his nose and listens as Y/N's heels click on the hard wood floor. “Fourteen minutes!” Jimin calls out and he smirks hearing Y/N's footsteps speed up. Looking down at the glass in his hand, Jimin brings it to his lips and knocks it back before he turns on his heels. Jimin heads to the kitchen and steps the empty glass in the sink before he opens the refrigerator. He smiles seeing a few bottles of champagne left as well as an untouched tray of fruit. Reaching in, Jimin grabs the tray and one of the unopened bottles of champagne. He sets them down on the countertop and washes two glasses for himself and Y/N. Looking around the messy kitchen, Jimin finds an empty basket that the bread rolls were in. Carrying the basket over to the trash, Jimin dumps it over making sure there are no crumbs before he lines the bottom of the basket with wax paper.

Jimin fills the basket with the untouched fruit, the champagne and the two glasses he just washed. “The cleaners will be here at...” Jimin thinks over the times and nods his head, he'll have enough time to punish Y/N, sleep and still be awake in time to make breakfast, get dressed and let the cleaners in. With the basket tucked underneath his arm, Jimin exits the kitchen and heads to his bedroom. Pushing the door open, Jimin creeps in, not making a sound as he sets the basket on the dresser. Unbutton his suit jacket, Jimin slips it off and hangs it up on a hanger. He kicks his shoes off, places them with the others and pulls his socks off, tossing them in the dirty hamper in the corner. Glancing at his watch, Jimin looks at the bathroom door and smirks when he hears the shower turn off. “Five minutes to spare,” Jimin mutters to himself and he sits down on the edge of the bed, seeing that Y/N took his gift into the bathroom with her.

With his hands in his lap, Jimin sits and waits for Y/N to come out of the bathroom. The soft clicking of heels echoes out and Jimin smirks, his eyes never leaving the bathroom door. The handle twists; light and steam pour out of the bathroom, casting a video worthy backdrop behind Y/N as she stands in the threshold. Y/N sees Jimin on the bed, and she doesn't move, frozen in her place as Jimin’s eyes rack over her body. Y/N washed every inch of herself three times, making sure that every trace of Taemin was removed from her body. Now standing nude, Y/N second guesses herself, did she really wash Taemin’s scent from her? Jimin stands up and beckons Y/N over to him with a single motion of his index finger.

Taking a short breath, Y/N walks across the room, her new black Bianca Louboutin pumps making her stand tall once she stops in front of Jimin. Her five-foot four frame, now stands at five-foot seven, putting Y/N at mouth level with Jimin. Jimin cups Y/N's face with one hand and rubs the apple of her cheek, staring into her eyes. “Do you like them?” Jimin questions.

“I love them,” Y/N admits and Jimin smiles.

“Splendid,” Jimin mummers and lets his hand fall to the side of Y/N's neck. Leaning in Jimin glides his nose along the skin and inhales lightly. The scent of mango and vanilla fills his nose, and he smirks, pleased that he can no longer smell Taemin’s cologne. Pulling away from Y/N, Jimin crouches down in front of Y/N and her face heats up. Jimin runs the tip of his fingers over her thighs and Y/N bites her lip when Jimin plucks the front of her plump thigh. “Open up, darling,” Jimin purrs.

“Open up, darling,” Jimin purrs, his breath teasing Y/N's sensitive skin. Trembling lightly, Y/N spreads her legs and holds her breath. “Good girl,” Jimin muses. With his right hand, Jimin reaches out and gently spreads Y/N's folds with his thumb and index finger. Leaning in, Jimin inhales deeply smelling only mango and vanilla; no trace of Taemin at all. With his right hand, Jimin slides his middle finger into Y/N's warmth and Y/N bites down on her lip as her body reacts to Jimin's movements. Jimin crooks his finger three time while inside of Y/N and when he pulls his hand from between Y/N's thighs, he smirks seeing her juices coating his finger. Jimin removes his left hand from between Y/N's thighs and he stands up.

With his right middle finger standing alone, Jimin sniffs his finger and Y/N watches afraid of what he can smell. “You didn't use a condom,” Jimin states as he wipes his finger on his shirt. “You let another man fuck you without protection.” Jimin's dark eyes lock with Y/N's and he stares at her, “Did you like it?” Jimin questions and Y/N's mouth goes dry. “Answer me,” Jimin says in a sing song voice as he moves away from Y/N.

“I...” Y/N opens her mouth, but she can't get any words out.

Standing by the dresser, Jimin picks up the basket and walks over to the bed, “You know I watched the video and you seemed to enjoy it very much. You moaned his name, you let him cover you with his mouth, you sampled him. So, I ask again. Did you like it?”  Jimin's voice is eerie clam as he speaks, and he sets the basket on the nightstand. Turning around, Jimin faces Y/N and he watches her, raising an eyebrow when she doesn't speak. “I'm running out of patience, darling,” Jimin warns, and he starts to loosen the tie around his neck.

With a shaky inhale, Y/N manages to force one word out of her mouth, “Y-yes,” she stutters and Jimin nods his head.

“Hum...you liked it? Okay...” Jimin pulls the tie from his neck, and it hangs in his right hand. “Come here, love,” Jimin beckons Y/N over with a wave of his hand and Y/N walks over to Jimin with small and steady steps. “Turn.” Y/N turns around so that her back is to Jimin, and she watches him in the mirror. Jimin kisses the back of Y/N's left shoulder and trails his hands down the length of her back, stopping at her waist. “I admire your honesty,” Jimin admits, and he lets his eyes flicker up so he can see Y/N's face in the mirror across the room. “Although I stand by what I said before, you are not out of the woods, not even close.” Jimin smirks and he slides his hands up Y/N's sides to her shoulders. “He marked you,” Jimin growls and Y/N's eyes widen from the harshness of Jimin's voice.

Without another word, Jimin grabs Y/N's wrist and pulls them behind her back. He easily ties her wrists together with his tie and moves so that he is standing in front of her. “Your ass is littered in handprints. Handprints that do not belong to me,” Jimin glares at Y/N. “That's unacceptable...now sit,” Jimin orders and Y/N sits down on the edge of the bed, staring up at Jimin. Backing away from Y/N, Jimin starts to unbutton his shirt and pulls it free from his pants. He shrugs his shirt off and it falls to the floor, “Enjoy the show, darling. It'll be the last for a while,” Jimin taunts and he pulls his undershirt over his head, dropping it to the floor as well. Y/N's eyes take in every inch of Jimin's torso. He's in the best shape he has ever been in thanks to his upcoming concert.

Jimin smirks seeing the desire in Y/N's eyes, and he feels himself becoming hard. Jimin drops his gaze to his pants, and he pulls the belt from his waist, “Down,” Jimin mutters and Y/N gulps, but lays down on the bed, on her stomach, nonetheless. Jimin looks at the red markings on Y/N's ass with a frown on his face and Y/N bites her lip, maybe letting Taemin spank her wasn't such a good idea. Jimin undoes the button on his pants, and he pushes them down his legs along with his boxer briefs. Crawling onto the bed, Jimin stands on his knees, with his belt held firmly in his right hand. “Up,” Jimin orders lightly and Y/N raises her ass in the air, holding herself up by her knees while her face and chest lay on the bed.

“Ready?” Jimin questions, his voice soft and Y/N nods her head.

“Yes,” she whispers and Jimin caresses her bare ass with his left hand. He traces over Taemin's handprints and like lighting his right-hand lashes out, sending the belt soaring through the air with a loud crack as it smacks against Y/N's ass. Y/N shouts out, not having expected Jimin to hit her so hard. Jimin smirks seeing the welt starting to form on Y/N's ass and he hits her again...and again. A lashing for each time Taemin's hand touched Y/N's ass. Twelve lashings later, Y/N is crying, her ass is sore and tender. Jimin's face is flustered from the anger he released, he's breathing heavily, and his brown eyes are wild.

Running a hand through his hair, Jimin throws the belt to the side, the object landing on the floor somewhere out of reach. “Will you let another man fuck you again?” Jimin questions.

“No!” Y/N cries and Jimin moves from behind Y/N.

“Down,” Jimin says dismissively, and Y/N's knees give out from underneath her. Cracking his knuckles and neck, Jimin sits at the edge of the bed with his back to Y/N. Y/N cries and bites her lip trying not to make any sound. “Was I too rough?” Jimin asks hearing Y/N's whimpers. Y/N tries to lie, but all she can do is cry. Jimin looks over his shoulder and his anger like a fire in a storm suddenly dies; guilt washing over him. Turning around, Jimin quickly unties Y/N's wrists, and he pulls her into his arms, making sure to lay on his back so that Y/N's ass doesn't touch the bedding. Clinging to Jimin, Y/N cries not only in pain, but from the guilt she feels as well. It was wrong of her to cheat on Jimin, she'll never do it again.

“I'm sorry.”

“Forgive me?” Y/N and Jimin speak over each other and Jimin sighs. Tightening his hold on Y/N, Jimin kisses the top of her head. “Why didn't you tell me to stop?” Jimin questions, his voice thick with sorrow.

“I-I deserved it.” Jimin pulls away and looks Y/N in her eyes.

“Don't you ever say that again. Do you understand me?” Jimin asks. “You didn't deserve that,” Jimin whispers and he presses his lips to Y/N's kissing her with such passion that her mind forgot all about the pain she felt. "I do love nothing in the world so well as you," Jimin mummers against Y/N's lips and she smiles.

“Show me,” Y/N orders in a teasing manner and Jimin chuckles. Turning his head to the side, Jimin reaches out and grabs the basket of goodies off the nightstand. Y/N rolls off Jimin and lays on her side, putting some distance between their bodies.

Jimin sets the basket between himself and Y/N, “Was he better than me?” Jimin questions and Y/N is shocked by the softness of Jimin's voice. Looking away from the basket, Y/N stares at Jimin's face and her heart melts. Jimin's eyes are wavering in fear and doubt, she has never seen him look so vulnerable.

Lifting herself up, Y/N crawls over to Jimin and straddles his waist. She cups his face between her hands and stares right into his brown orbs, "I love you, and only you. You, Park Jimin have my heart.” Jimin opens his mouth to speak, but Y/N crashes her lips into his, not giving him a chance to speak. With a groan, Jimin wraps his arms around Y/N and deepens the kiss. He traces the seam of her lips and Y/N parts her lips without any hesitation. The taste of mint invades Jimin's mouth, and he smirks, Y/N really wanted all traces of Taemin gone.

Breaking the kiss, Jimin rests his forehead against Y/N's, “The course of true love never did run smooth," Jimin whispers and Y/N scarfs slapping his bare chest playfully.

“Oh, shut up,” she huffs and Jimin laughs. Pulling away from Y/N, Jimin unwraps his arms and grabs the two glasses from the basket. He hands one to Y/N and grabs the bottle of champagne. With a charming smile, Jimin opens the bottle and holds it over the side of the bed and lets it spill on the hardwood floor. Y/N rolls her eyes and Jimin smirks as he fills both their glasses.

“To us,” Jimin whispers and they tap their glasses together lightly before they drink.

“Midnight snacks?” Y/N questions and Jimin shrugs his shoulders.

“I had planned on ravishing your body after your punishment, this was a light refreshment if you sought more,” Jimin explains, running a finger over Y/N's collar bone. Y/N’s face heats up and Jimin smirks, “Only if you wanted it.”

“I want it,” Y/N whispers and Jimin licks his lips. He takes Y/N's glass from her and set it down on the nightstand with his own glass. Jimin grabs the basket and sets it on the nightstand as well. Rolling over he lays Y/N on her back gently and she cups his face with her hand.

Jimin holds himself up with his arms extended out, “Then have it you shall,” Jimin purrs and settles himself between Y/N's thighs. Lowering his body down, almost like a push up, Jimin captures Y/N's lips and her hand tangles in Jimin's dyed black locks. Holding himself up with one arm, Jimin reaches between their bodies and grabs hold of himself. Without breaking the kiss, Jimin easily finds Y/N's heat and with one slow and teasing movement, Jimin slides his length fully inside of Y/N's core. Groaning, Jimin starts to rock his hips, making sure to grind his pelvis against Y/N's clit with each movement.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat, and she breaks the kiss, finding it hard to breath with Jimin inside of her. “Look at me,” Jimin whispers and he nudges Y/N's neck with his nose. Y/N turns her head, and she stares up at Jimin, his brown eyes sparkling in the moonlight that is creeping in from the window. Resting her left hand on Jimin's chest, Jimin shivers feeling the cool metal of her new engagement ring touch his heated skin. Jimin's hands wonder over Y/N's body, no longer holding himself up as he thrusts into Y/N with a loving force. Their bodies press together, sweat starts to bead on their hair lines and collect on their bodies; yet the two never break eye contact.

Y/N's nails bites into Jimin's flesh and he groans loving the feeling of everything her body is doing to him. Dipping his head down, Jimin licks his tongue over Y/N's nipple and her body shutters making Jimin chuckle. He knows what he does to her. Y/N wraps one of her legs around Jimin's waist and he grunts feeling the heel of her shoe dig into the back of his thigh. Reaching behind him, Jimin grabs Y/N's leg and holds it tightly against him as he starts to pick up his pace. The sound of their bodies smacking against each other fills the room, muffled by their heavy moans and lustful pants. Rolling onto their sides, Jimin keeps Y/N's leg around his waist and his hand slides down her back, pressing her body against him. He cups her ass in his hand and Y/N moans feeling the lingering effect of her spanking. Reaching for anything, Y/N's hand finds Jimin's ass, and her nails dig into his skin.

With a grunt, Jimin removes his hand from Y/N's ass, and he grabs hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together. “No, no,” he whispers, and Y/N gives him an innocent smile. Jimin chuckles and raises their interlocked hands above their heads. Rolling over, Jimin pins Y/N's hands above her head and he crashes his lips into hers. Jimin slams his hips forward and he swallows Y/N's screams as he repeats the action over and over. Y/N's walls tighten around Jimin's member, and he breaks the kiss, burying his face in the sweaty crook of Y/N's neck. He kisses and bites the skin making Y/N moan his name loudly. She knows she'll have a nice mark there in the morning, but she doesn't say anything about it. She's left marks of her own on Jimin's body as revenge beforehand.

Jimin's thrusts start to lose rhythm and Y/N's eyes screw shut as she feels herself spiraling down closer and closer to her release. “J-Jimin-”

“I k-know b-baby,” Jimin grunts and he rocks his hips back and forth quickly.

“I..I-Oh GOOOOOOOOOD!” Y/N screams, her orgasm hitting her sooner then she thought it would. Her wall clench around Jimin and he hisses feeling Y/N's core milking him, begging him to come.

“S-so good,” Jimin growls, his hair sticking to his face, and he moans loudly. His body tenses and he release his seed, triggering Y/N's second orgasm of the night. Panting, Jimin rides out their orgasms and he crashes his lips sloppily against Y/N's before he pulls out and drops beside her. Trying to regain their breaths, Jimin lays on his back and Y/N lays on her side, staring at his profile. Jimin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose and Y/N sighs. Feeling herself come down from her sex induced high, Y/N moves and cuddles into Jimin's side, pressing her body against his. Wrapping an arm around Y/N, Jimin holds her close and pecks her lips.

They say nothing, just lay in silence. Both listening to the other breath and feeling each other’s heart beats. Y/N rests her left hand on Jimin's chest, and he smirks, “We're engaged,” he mummers and Y/N nods her head.

“The future Mister and Missus Park,” Y/N whispers and Jimin pecks her forehead.

“Jimin and Y/N Park,” Jimin offers his smile getting wider at the thought.

Y/N shakes her head and pecks Jimin's cheek, “I love you,” she breaths.