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      Jimin was too stunned to react to Y/N's lips wrapping around his bottom one and going in for more by just lightly teasing it with her tongue.

      It was too much to comprehend and yet not enough, at the same time.

      She pulled away, and he had a view of her long lashes as she still stared at his lips and then pierced him with her own eyes when she looked back up into his.

      "Forgot this." her left hand slipped a piece of clothing into his hands and only then he remembered that he gave her his jacket earlier.

      She was gone faster than when she showed up and Jimin was left outside once more staring at the cloth in hand.

      Running a hand through his hair he went up to his apartment and took a deep breath before going in.

      The place was pitch black aside from the little light that the lamps from the street were casting a warm hue through the window.

      He sat down on the couch, not bothering to change or shower and just slumped backwards sinking his body into the cushions.

      He could practically still feel the ghost of her lips trail over his own, the memory stirring something in his stomach.

      Sleep didn't seem like an option tonight since he was feeling like a infatuated teenager, but it all pulled at the corners of his lips, making him smile.

      He hadn't felt this way in a while.

      After that night his hangouts on the stairs with Y/N became more common, but the kiss never repeated itself.

      It has been more than a week since it happened.

      He found himself once again facing Y/N on the stairs when he arrived home after a visit to his in laws and pushing past him roughly, Sora stormed up the stairs not paying Y/N any attention.

      Jimin just quietly sat down next to Y/N, extending his legs from one side of the stairs to the other and leaning on the railing just like her.

      Their shoulders were brushing against each other and he took a deep breath, glancing over at her as she took a swing out of the Pepsi can she was holding.

      "Bad date night?" she asked, some kind of pitiful mock present in her tone.

      "That's one way to put it."

      "What happened?" she finally looked over at him and he felt her hand land on his thigh.

      He couldn't help but tense up a bit at the touch before he set his mind to telling her what happened.

      "Her parents are being pushy with us having kids and obviously she is in no place to have a kid, nor am I along with her." he started, slowly remembering what happened during the drive back home.

      Sora asked Jimin what he thought about having a kid and all he did was laugh, lacking any actual humor.

      "You're kidding right?" he had asked her.

      The lack of a response was the only answer he got and he took it as a cue to continue.

      "We can't have kids. You're not capable of giving me attention and love, much less a kid that actually needs it." he was too blunt, it was out of character for him, but he didn't feel the need to hold back anymore when talking to her.

      They both openly hated each other anyway.

      She had stayed quiet for the ride and he didn't think it had any effect on her, but once they were out of the car and he heard how loudly she slammed the car door he knew he hit a sore spot.

      "And now I'm here contemplating going to a bar or just staying here all night." he finished talking.

      "Stay here, I don't wanna sit alone." she was drawing an invisible pattern just above his knee with her index finger and the warmth from her palm slowly started to seep in through his pants and crawl up further up to spots that Jimin would rather not mention.

      "Where's Matt? Why are you alone?" he asked and the movements of her hand stopped.

      "He went on a trip with his band. Wont be here for a week." she sighed.

      A few moments passed and she got up.

      "You asked me to stay just so you could leave?" Jimin raised one eyebrow at her teasingly.

      "Well now that I'm gone you can go to a bar at least." she smiled at him, innocently crawling out of the childish banter that became the usual for the two of them.

      Jimin decided to not go and get drunk at a bar, he only walked a bit to the closest liquor store to buy himself a pack of beer.

      He was back in front of his building in a matter of minutes and sat alone drinking three cans of beer with ease.

      It was enough to give him some relief.

      To make his brain wander off from serious issues, but not enough to turn it into mush.

      It was at that point where alcohol gave him courage to do whatever was on his mind that day, but he was in another turmoil.

      What did he want more at this point, to go fight Sorn over her stupidly going with her parents ideas or go to her.

      He's probably closer to running to Y/N and telling her, or rather showing her every single thing that has been on his mind for the past two weeks.

      His thoughts were cut off when he was startled by his own knuckle knocking against Y/N's door.

      She opened up already in her pajamas, or at least a excuse for it.

      The thin spaghetti strap tank top did nothing to hide whatever was underneath it.

     Jimin was reminded of the night at the club, when he tried so hard not to stare at her, yet here he was now, openly craving her more and more with every second that went by.

      "Can I..."

      "Come in...sure." she moved to the side letting him pass by her and shutting the door behind her.

      Jimin had his suit still neatly on him, both hands in his pockets as he hung his head a bit and chuckled.

      "I was gonna come in either way, what I was saying before you oh so rudely interrupted me was, Can I kiss you?"

      Who were they kidding?

      She knew what it was gonna lead to as soon as she let him in, but this way they got straight to the point and not even a minute later they were a mess of tangled limbs on the bed.

      In a matter of seconds he had the flimsy clothes off of her and yet there he was, still fully clothed, only his blazer taken off and thrown to the floor.

      He laid by her side, head leaning on his palm as the other hand was making wonders happen between her legs.

      The faces she made as he pleased her with minimal effort were riling him up more and more every second up until she grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

      "Please...take your clothes off." she gasped, her legs clenching around his hand, not letting it move an inch as she unbuttoned his shirt.

      The kisses that followed every undone button made Jimin relax and throw himself onto his back with closed eyes to enjoy every second of it.

      "Get on top of me." he ordered while lazily undoing his belt and pushing his pants down only so much to reveal his throbbing cock.

      She straddled his hips, sinking down on it easily thanks to her already wet core.

      Jimin could only let out a sigh he was holding in along with his breath while trying not to bust right that second.

      His hips snapped up to meet her own faster and she trembled so hard he had to sit up and hold onto her waist.

      When she started slowly riding him he couldn't help but hug her close against his own body, one hand at the bottom of her back and the other sliding up to tangle in her hair as his lips left wet kisses in the crook of her neck.

      "Jimin...I can't...I'm so close." he could feel tears on her face when he slid up to move the kisses up to her cheeks and then lips.

      Pulling barely an inch away he spoke, breathing heavily against her lips.

      "You're doing so fucking well Beautiful." the cry she let out at the praise made his cock twitch inside of her tight walls and he was sure she felt it to.

      He laid her down on the bed, feeling that she has no more strength to hold herself up.

      "Look at you...can't even last a little bit more?" he teased and she shook her head grabbing a hold of his hips that were making long, dragged out thrusts into her.

      "Please just a little faster. I'm so close."

      "No."

      "Cum like this." he pulled both of her legs over one shoulder and kept going.

      Three dragged out seconds of pulling out, then three more of slow torture while hes pushing in.

      "Oh for the love of God!" the girl underneath him was literally crying from the pleasure and lack of satisfaction that she was feeling at the same time.

      One last slow push into her and Jimin was equally ready to pass out when her walls clenched around him and, being caught off guard, made him spurt his whole load into her.

      Her body was trembling for a few more seconds, stomach clenching for a second every now and then until she let out one final deep breath she took before her orgasm hit her.

      "What the fuck was that?" she spoke a few minutes later, voice hoarse and nose still sniffling after literally crying because of the odd and intense orgasm she had.

      Jimin could only chuckle and turn to face her.

      "Months of pent up frustration?" he was obviously talking about himself, but Y/N couldn't help but relate to it.

      "You are on the pill right?" he asked, remembering that he did bust inside of her and sighed in relief when she nodded against his chest.

      It felt right.

      Holding her like this after a nice fuck felt really right for Jimin.

      If not too good to let her go and go back to his miserable marriage.

   I don't know why but this steamy scene I wrote for some reasons made me feel shit I haven't felt so far while writing my own smut cuz I usually cringe the fuck out while writing that kind of content and tend to cut it short. Hope ya'll like it, even tho this is a 'winged' chapter since it wasn't in the original story I prepared.