"Compared to the universe, you're amazing. Compared to the stars in the sky, you mean everything. Compared to all the clouds, you never rain on me." Descent-by Ta-ku

It is never my intent to sexualize/fantasize bts. This is a story strictly written from my creation that just so happens to use them as visuals so the bts fandom can come together to read/have fun in the comments/and connect.

If you find non-abusive/non-aggressive "sex" to boring, this book isn't for you. If you don't like actual plot and want only smut, this isn't for you. You have a million other books that depict that to choose from.

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WINTER

Sugar babying is not an easy job.

It's not just about sex. It's about creating a persona, being interesting enough to catch the eye of a buyer. It takes a special kind of person to intrigue others, to make them pay for everything they need. To make their mentor happy enough to shower them with gifts and affection.

Constantly looking perfect, being fetching to the eye. Maintaining hair, makeup, and nails. Constantly going to the gym. Renting books from the library to become more knowledgeable. All in a unanimous agreement to please each other in a multitude of ways.

But that takes time, and sometimes a girl needed money. Quickly.

Celine knew this, as she walked down the fairly empty sidewalk. The city lights twinkled around her with their fantastic glow, a pretty sight. And yet, she rarely felt romanticized by that anymore.

She rarely got romanticized by anything at all.

The winter air was chilly, causing her to wrap her gray fur coat more tightly around her. Wearing heels and a nightgown was not enjoyable in zero degree weather.

Her upcoming meeting was unlike any other she's ever had.

Her usual appointments, had become like clockwork to her. A routine of fake smiles and lies. Meet a guy at least 15 years older. Have him pay towards her rent for a couple months. No touching but a simple holding of hands, or a slight grasp of her back. Have them pay off her other bills, buy her clothes, and then they were gone. Most of the men weren't particularly good looking. But they were nice and just needed companionship.

The only sugar daddy she slept with had become her boyfriend for a short while. But he broke up with her promptly, claiming he couldn't date damaged goods for too long.

She was used to it.

Not being wanted for longer than someone could afford her.

It really couldn't matter to Celine. It didn't hurt anymore.

She just needed the money.

That's why she was going out of her comfort zone for tonight. She was meeting a man purely for sex. And just that alone.

A stupid fucking thing to do. Not that she abhorred one night stands, or judged any woman for making that choice for the matter. But for herself, it was simply the easiest mistake she could make. Still, her morals wouldn't pay the bills. They came at a higher cost than anything else, as she gave them up. Freely, and yet for a price. It was a necessity.

For one night.

Park Jimin.

There was no picture on his profile, but it said he was 21. It seemed to have been made recently. He wrote in his bio that he was a young CEO looking for only one night of fun and complete discretion.

She suspected that he was a "Splenda Daddy." That is, a man saying he has money, when he truly doesn't. But digging further into his profile, she found that he had a picture of his black credit card on the site. Number crossed out of course, all you could see was his name. Those cards were unlimited.

Celine remembered messaging him the night before. The website had the sugar daddy's phone number.

"Hello, I'm Angel. I think I'd be able to fulfill your needs for a fun night. What are your terms."

She had waited, nervously biting her lip in response.

The most important thing about this situation? Discretion. The baby never tells her legal name. Men were under the guise she was a rich and proper college-aged girl.

She was messaged back surprisingly quick. Almost too fast to be careless.

"Cute. But I'm not sure if you're my type."

Immediately Celine felt shame hit her. Did he not like the way she looked? She's been ignored before,  and she's been turned down. But she's never been down right denied before. And suddenly, the conversation turned more unprofessional than Celine had ever hoped for.

"I can be whatever you want me to be."

She persisted, sending the slightly sultry messaged. The little bubbles appeared , showing he was texting back. Obviously  he had deleted and re-wrote the message several times.

"My house, tomorrow at 11:00 p.m. Wear white silk. Don't be late or don't come. All I want is sex, and then we are done. No contact after. Your payment will be in your checking account the next day."

Celine was shocked. Usually one night stands were acquired with escorts. And she wasn't an escort, but a sugar baby. It was an unspoken rule for this boundary to be present.

This guy obviously didn't care who, or what, she was.

She tried to blame her stubborn personality. The competitive and prideful streak that always reared its ugly head. She knew that she didn't like being told she couldn't do something. She wanted to prove this Park Jimin wrong.

She was warned, by her fellow babies to never fall for a Sugar Daddy. She found that idea to be laughable in the first place. The young woman was never worried. People often had an affinity to leaving. She didn't care when the people who hired her ghosted her.

It was part of the job.

She figured it was some rich, slightly rude, guy who was a virgin or something. Or he was just unattractive, and wanted to screw someone quickly. Whatever the situation was, it didn't matter.

He was paying her $15,000.

A number she'd rarely seen. A number she needed. A number that looked less like currency, and more like hope.

So she continued to walk, not really caring that frost nipped at her ankles. The chilly weather was definitely worth it. She reached the apartment building at 10:45. Looking up, she could barely take in the large skyscraper.

She could tell just from this that he wasn't lying about his wealth. Walking up to the golden opaque doors, she told security who she was visiting. They gave her a nod, gesturing that she could walk in. The doorman smiled at her gently, opening the door widely.

"Madame." He said leisurely, slightly bowing.

Celine basked in the title. She felt comforted by luxury. Which again, was another perk of this job. Smiling at the man, she followed his lead.

Though despite being one of the more popular sugar babies, she's never seen a nicer place. The 18 year old couldn't help but open her mouth in shock. The building was vast, with white marble and granite floors. The check in desk was all carved mahogany and manned by three perfectly groomed people. The ceilings stretched as far as the eye could see.

The girl let her mind wander, thinking to herself that there must be a gorgeous rooftop deck. But it didn't matter. After the business transaction, she wouldn't be back. She would never see this grand building ever again.

Celine ignored her thoughts, clicking over to a golden elevator. The doors opened revealing a nicely suited up door guy.

"Hello." The man said politely, as she stepped in.

He was tallish, and very broad shouldered. He had dark brown hair, slightly tanned skin, and wide eyes. She'd have to say his best feature was his glorious lips. She wondered why he was an elevator handler instead of a model.

"Oh, this is a part-time job. I model on the side." He said, his voice not as deep as expected.

"Oh, that's cool." She said, feeling awkward. She hadn't said what she was thinking aloud, so he must get that question a lot. They nodded at each other for a few seconds.

"What floor you going to? Never mind, I already know." The elevator guy and apparently part time model said with a wide smile. He pressed the button for the 15th floor.

Celine stayed quiet, pressed up in one corner of the mirrored elevator. She wasn't sure whether to be impressed or worried that he already knew where she was going.

It stayed silent like that, till the broad man decided to speak again,"My name is Jin, how about you?"

Well, he's couldn't be that bad. He seemed like a nice dude. She smiled, deciding to interact with he human world despite her introversion.

"My name is Angel, it's nice to meet you Jin."

He said her name was pretty. She didn't tell him it was fake. The man asked her if she wanted to hear a dad joke, to which she responded no. But Jin told her anyways.

This resulted with her bending over in laughter.

The man laughed even harder, making her nerves settle a big. As they were whisking the tears out their eyes, the elevator dinged. A green button lighting up with the number 15.

"Well, it's your floor. Have fun!" Jin said, with a slight sigh.

The mysterious girl waved, walking out and disappearing beyond the slate gray wall.

Celine continued on, trying to find the correct room number. All the doors were black and had neat gold lettering on them. There was a plethora of space between each door, showing that the rooms were big.

When she made it to room 150, she hesitated. Though she had been preparing herself all day, she still felt apprehensive about this set up. Her heart a little bit frantic, as she waited.

Is it worth it?

The $15,000 promised to her was enough to go and knock on the door.

This payment would mostly go to the rent she owed. But the rest, the rest would go to her savings. Her heart swelled with the thought.

It was silent for a few seconds, nothing happening whilst she waited. The impatient girl tapped her anxious foot on the pristine carpet. She bit her lip, looking at her phone. It was 10:59.

She waited for another minute, and exactly at 11:00 pm the door moved. Celine was looking at the floor, so she was startled when it opened. To a very attractive young man. As in, one of the most attractive guys she's ever seen.

"Hello, you must be Angel?" The taller man said from the door. His voice was just as alluring as his face. It was light, and raspy, but also held a dark sensual note to it.

The man was not at all what she expected.

"Yes, and you must be Park Jimin."

She was expecting someone who wouldn't be able to get a date by himself.

No, this man was not that. She looked him up from head to toe in wonder.

His parted hair was silver in color, surprising for a CEO. His skin was a beautiful lightly tanned color. His eyes, a half moon of black ink on fair skin, lashes dipped with night. His perfectly groomed brows and small nose were almost feminine in their perfection, but worked to make him more intricate. His sloping jaw met his graceful neck, which made her wonder if he danced.

His lips, his lips were a whole other story. She couldn't help but linger on them for a minute. Rounded and plump. Red and shiny. Like he'd just eaten a cherry lollipop.

His body looked just as interesting. The man was wearing a stylish white button up that was almost see through. His hands rested in the pockets of his perfectly fitted black dress pants. He wasn't super muscly, but Celine didn't like those types anyways. Mr. Park's strength was subtle, muscles lining his body in a graceful but tempting way. His collarbones gently surfacing to the skin, a peek of smooth chest from the unbuttoned collar of the shirt.

This man was breathtaking. He was extremely elegant and hot all at once. It was a thrilling contradiction.

But none of that mattered. It just made pretending to enjoy this moment a whole lot easier.

He motioned for her to come in, smiling only slightly. She realized his eyes almost disappeared when he did that.

She walked in first, walking straight into the living room. The whole place was more modern than the rest of the building. Everything was white, even the furniture. But she didn't pay much attention, Jimin quickly went in front of her. She followed blindly behind, watching the smooth way he walked. It made her want to touch his back, feel the muscles as he moved.

Jimin's room was as neat as the rest of the place.

His room was also completely white, not a speck of color anywhere. Except, the pink silk sheets that flowed across his bed like a glittering cloud. Celine automatically was drawn to it, running her hand across the smooth fabric.

Celine flinched, looking at the familiar fabric. Jolting from her a memory she wished to avoid at all costs.

But as tears gathered, stinging the back of her eyes, she willed herself to forget.

Forget. Forget. Forget.

It was easy enough with the pretty man before her as a distraction.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, legs wide open. He leaned forward on his elbows, fingers intertwined together. His dark eyes stared up intensely at her figure standing in the middle of his room. Watching the way, every so often, that the fur coat would bunch up. Every time showing more of her toned leg.

He didn't offer her a seat. He wanted to observe her.

"You can speak comfortably with me. We're both about the same age."Jimin stated coyly, silken voice jolting her again. She looked back at him, feeling a weird sensation in her chest after catching his gaze.

"Alright. Well, I was curious about this ever since you asked me. But why are you on a Sugar Daddy website if you don't want a relationship? Most of them only last a couple months, but why not pay for an escort?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

It was a bit invasive, but something told Celine he didn't mind. The relaxed way he was sitting eased any nerves she had, making her flourish out of herself.

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it into silver truffles. The man tilted his head up, wondering why that was on her mind.

Wondering if that's all she wanted to know, about the man she would give herself to.

Only for the night.

"I just like the title of Sugar Daddy more than Pimp." He said, almost in a sarcastic manner.

She rolled her eyes at the silver haired man, wanting to correct him on the verbiage of his statement, and then realizing he probably didn't pay her to be a know-it-all. One part of her personality she had humbled, and had to let go of around fragile men. She gandered around his room inconspicuously. The sugar baby liked to take in her surroundings first just so that she could escape if necessary.

He smiled slightly again. Causing Celine's cold heart to flutter.

"It's my turn. Why are you doing this job? Do you do this often?" He asked, looking genuinely intrigued.

She was wondering why he wanted to talk so much. She guessed he thought it was weird to have sex without knowing the person at least a little bit before. But honestly, they didn't need to. Mr. Park was one of those people that was attractive without trying. He could eat, and it would still be considered sexy. He didn't have to pay anyone, all he had to do was walk down the street.

This was one question that actually made her shy. The younger's voice was almost shaky as she answered,"I just like it. The luxury. I get treated like a princess by men who don't even know me."

This wasn't true of course, but she rather look proud than poor. Or sad.

The 18 year old rather not get into her hardships. Jimin didn't seem like the type to care that much.

More often than not, men disregarded the few words that decided to slip from her mouth.

She spoke again, not really knowing what else to do,"So what do you do for a living? How are you a CEO at this age?" She asked without caution. Might as well get it out of the way. She turned around, leaning on the desk that was right across from his bed.

His gaze grew more and more daring as she moved around. Celine could feel it, as his dark eyes boldly traced her skin. The room grew hotter, as she fidgeted under his fiery stare. The tension rising as both adults ignored it to continue their forces conversation. Though his eyes always flickered back to hers when she spoke.

"Partly my father's doing. Partly my own. I work with stocks and specifically work with clothing brands. I have so much money, I could use it to cover all the city streets. I own this entire building. This is the largest building in Seoul actually." The brazen man explained, raising his brow at her.

He must of thought she'd be impressed by that? Well Celine thought the opposite.

"Usually when guys brag about having a large things, they are lacking size in another department." Celine said, his comments and haughtiness fueling her sharp tongue. She flipped her long dark hair over her back, cheeks dimpling in a silent smile. Her flirty attitude was changing into something more biting.

Maybe it was his age, maybe it was the fact he was hot when he looked peeved. But Celine didn't want to stop.

"Do you talk to all your sugar daddies this way? You're extremely candid." Jimin asked, cheeks heating up. For the first time this whole night, he didn't hold up his pleasant smile.

The man's expression was dark, eyes wild. He leaned forward on the bed, clasping his hands together in frustration. His fingers long enough and pretty, in comparison to hers, and dark stare penetrating her. It reminded Celine of what she was actually here to do. Without even she felt her thighs clench against her own accord.

Before Celine could even speak a word of a half-assed apology, he held up a graceful hand to stop her.

"It's fine. You're just lucky I'm into being degraded." It was a joke, but again it made her feel strange. The way he said affected her like an aphrodisiac.

Celine pushed herself off the desk, feeling herself be drawn closer to him. Jimin leaned forward as well, feeling the weight of their gravity pulling on each other.

"Well in that case, you're an arrogant asshole." Celine said, daringly staring straight at him. It was the first time this night she had done so since he answered the door. She could already feel a warmth in the pit of her stomach.

It was foreign too, this type of feeling. This stranger was so attractive to her, that it was hard to not touch him. Luckily, he made it easier for her when he pulled her onto his lap roughly.

She let out a gasp when she felt his muscular thighs hit her bottom. The silk fabric rubbed up between them, allowing him to slide her even closer to his face. The younger girl took in a gasping breath; he smelled really good. It made it even more intoxicating to be this close to someone so ethereal in appearance.

This man couldn't be real.

At this point, they were only an inch apart. She could see the reflection of herself in his midnight eyes. His red lips were so plump, she wanted to bite them and see if they tasted like strawberries.

"You're going to regret saying that." The silver haired man whispered, smooth lips moving up and down. His tongue darting out to wet them. Which had the same affect on Celine herself.

"What if I don't care?" The brunette said, voice coming out sensually. She ran a finger up his chest, stopping at his pink lips. She felt how soft they were, amazed at the perfection.

Jimin looked into her eyes, gently biting her fingertip. Licking the top ever so slightly. He liked the way her eyes widened at the action. Her eyes were molten gold in the light.

At this point, neither could deny the sexual tension that had been bubbling between them all night. Young, dumb, and not so broke; they still couldn't control the urges they felt towards one another.

Jimin could barely move now. All wanted to do was rip the white lingerie off of her.

"God, I need you right now," Jimin closed his eyes, taking in a shaky breath.

Celine was ready for him as well. But he interrupted her before she could make any moves.

"Strip for me first." He whispered out gravelly.

Her breath caught in her throat at the words. But she had been prepared for everything.

As soon as she got off of him, he figured he was in control enough to open his eyes. She had already moved so far away.

Jimin smirked, thinking that she wouldn't. Honestly, the CEO thought she was too timid. Despite her sudden vocal outburst, she still seemed like she was almost too jaded by him, to be with him.

Still, the name Angel fit her well.

The girl was gorgeous, there was no doubt about it. She had wavy, dark brown hair, and soft looking skin. The color of her flesh golden with sun. Her eyes were round and cat like, wondrous with their gaze. Her pouty lips set like a bow onto her face. She was short, and had a slight figure. But in any moment it seemed like the world could cave in on her. She was shaped beautifully, everything was just how Jimin could've imagined.

She just looked so, untouchable. He didn't want to hurt her. For a second, almost familiar.

Like a painting he had once seen, pink and riveting. He smiled, shaking his head. Knowing that wasn't possible.

"Hand me your phone, so I can pick the song."

Jimin did as he was told, handing over his black IPhone. Smirking as he did so, and leaning back arrogantly.

Not expecting much.

The surround speakers started to play a slow, bass filled song.

That image of her not being able to please him immediately changed when she dropped her coat. Just like that, she changed from pure to poison.

Jimin was captivated, staring at all she had to offer. You could see everything clearly. Her smooth, ivory in texture, stomach and legs were barely covered by white silk, just like she asked. Contrasting beautifully to her tanned skin. Hanging off delicate bones and skin like rain drops clinging to grass. It wasn't just the fact she was was almost naked, her face had changed as well.

She walked forward, making the young man gulp and she leaned down. The sensual look in her black lined eyes was enough to make him hard. Her warm lips caressed the shell of Jimin's ear, causing him to shiver,"Sit back, and relax."

Celine gently pushed the man back a little, following his path with her body. Pressing against him to make him want her, and the sauntering away with her back facing him.

But apparently she was already ruined. Miserable and decadent and unbelievably irresistible.

The 21 year old watched her, impressed and shocked at what she was doing. He had never expected this. What she was doing right now showed skill, not innocence.

She let the top of her lacy garmet fall off of her shoulder slowly, allowing the turned on man in front of her to follow with his eyes. She watched the lust fill them as she tantalized him.

She bent down, allowing him to devour the curve of her back and her thighs. Taking down the thigh high sheer socks she had put on.

She walked up to him, a smirk already in place. It was almost like Jimin was intoxicated at this point. His eyes half closed, his cheeks a muted pink. Breath coming out short between parted and reddened lips.

She knew exactly how to unravel him.

Celine smiled, knowing that he was already in her grasp. She reached forward, moving at an antagonizing pace to undo his buttons.

The rich man leaned forward, head tilted to the side. Her hands were stuck between their chests as their foreheads made contact. The silver haired man moved forward, ready to meet her lips but Celine pulled back.

"No, not yet." She said, finally unbuttoning the shirt. Jimin sat back down in disappointment, falling onto his elbows on the bed.

With his white shirt completely open, and his chest moving up and down at a rapid pace, his abs were in full view. They were faint, but almost graceful in their appearance. With his hair all messed up, the hungry look in his eyes, and the light hitting his beautiful body and face; he looked like a Greek Adonis.

She sat on his lap again, straddling him as the loudest part of the song came on. She pressed into him, feeling his boner against her thigh. She started to move her hips back and forth to the music, rolling them to the rhythm.

His focus stayed completely on her, mouth parted slightly as she grinded onto to him. Their eyes never broke contact as they touched each other. Jimin's larger hands grabbed harshly onto her thighs, causing the area around his fingers to turn white. The added pressure of him made them connect even harder.

Celine felt herself getting wet, her cheeks burning with heat. The way he ground back into her was so intense she forgot about the music. The feeling was building up so strong in her body, that she knew she needed a release.

He let out a groan, throwing his head back. The veins in his neck were bulging with every breath.

"Please." Celine gasped out, not even knowing herself exactly what she wanted. All she knew was the young man had a dizzying effect on her.

She wanted to please him anyway she could.

He must have understood her desperation. The strong man quickly flipped them over on the bed. Now he was gloriously prowling above her. Her legs still wrapped out his hips.

Jimin smiled, watching the flushed girl take deep breaths. For him, it was beautiful to watch a person slowly lose self control. It made it all the more fun. So he thought it would be fun to tease.

He lifted the lingerie top off of her body.

Celine watched as the man leaned toward her chest.

The dangerously seductive man stared directly into her eyes, as he took the sensitive peak of her breast into his plump lips. The girl moaned as he sucked, letting his tongue swirl around the skin. He let go of her nipple, kissing form the middle of her chest all the way down to her navel.

He looked up again when he got to the pink bow on the hem of her underwear. He took the small bow within his white teeth, gliding the fabric down her smooth legs. The skin the fabric touched felt scorchingly hot, and she knew he was straying further away from where she needed him the most.

She was almost panting when he stopped his actions all together. There was a dark sparkle in his eye as he took in the frustrated, naked girl in woven into his pink silk sheets.

The girl looked beautiful, her brunette hair sprawling over the pink waves. Her expressive eyes were filled with lust, begging him for more. Her naturally blushing lips swollen from arousal. Pretty in pink, she was.

Jimin couldn't hold back anymore. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers with a soft groan. They met with a fervent heat that neither of them understood. His lips captured her bottom one, biting along the soft surface. The girl beneath him gasped as he bit just hard enough not to draw blood, and quickly ran his tongue over the aching flesh. He pulled their bodies together, addicted to the way her lips moved with his own. Never once has he felt his heart beating so hard from just kissing.

Kissing her was perfect, kissing her was like sweltering in the hot sun and then diving into a pool. She tasted sweet, caramel against his mouth.

The shocked man pulled away, staring into her eyes to see if she was okay. She looked back at him, eyes dancing with the light of the room. She smiled suddenly, lips pulling up over pearly white teeth. Her expression was stunning enough to make the man's heart stop.

The mysterious girl pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, leaning over to his right ear. She spoke softly, her voice making Jimin ache,"You look love-struck."

She leaned back again, laughing. Jimin stopped moving completely, much to the girl's chagrin. He quickly changed from entranced to intense, his eyes weighted by a darker emotion. It made Celine's spine tingle. She had forgotten in the midst of their spine-tingling kiss that he was still the blunt, arrogant man from before. The one that didn't want her. The one who demanded that she be on time or she could fuck off.

Park Jimin wouldn't let her forget.

"This isn't love. Not even in the slightest."

It would have pissed any other human being off, but not Celine. Maybe she needed the pain, but his words made her lust for him even stronger. Detached and still so desired; it was enough to drive her crazy.

He started being more aggressive, but in a controlled manner. He opened her legs slowly, but gripped them enough to not cause bruises later.

He trailed both of his hands up and down the outside of her thighs. Then he started sucking on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He bit roughly, quickly running his tongue back over the skin. He felt his hair being pulled, causing him to groan before he met the lust filled eyes of Angel.

It feels so good.

"No hickies."

Jimin smiled a simple forming on the one side, causing her to grip his silver hair even harder. His jaw clenched, liking the way the pain felt.

"Whatever you say." Though the man smiled to himself, knowing that a purple mark already formed on her thigh.

He paused, his mouth right above where she needed him most. No guy had ever eaten her out before. It was something she's always wanted, but was too afraid to ask for if the guys weren't into it. They either flat out refused, or didn't care to after they finished. But Jimin, was an expert. And he wouldn't stop until she had succumbed to pleasure. He wanted to watch her unravel beneath his touch.

Celine couldn't take it anymore. She needed him. She started to lift her hips off the bed, trying gain some form off contact. Jimin pinned her hips back, making her whine with frustration.

"Bad girl." He said, giving her a disapproving look. He bent down slowly, finally licking up a stripe with his tongue. She arched her back, eyes closing with the sensation of his tongue meeting her.

It felt so good.

He kept licking up and down, making her feel sensations she's never felt before. He made sure to tease her, to only do enough to keep her going for longer. He let it build up enough so that the end would be more gratifying. He let his tongue skillfully make figure eights around the top.

"Fuck." Cried out the girl from under him, breathy and low. Jimin thought the word never sounded more beautiful. He allowed his tongue to graze her entrance, sliding only a bit in back and forth.

This caused her to roughly grab his hair again, putting more pressure on her. Jimin decided it was enough teasing. He wrapped his plump lips around her bud, sucking harshly into his mouth. His dark eyes met hers, watching as his plump lips wrapped around her. Jimin winked at her, causing her whole body to shudder. He kept licking and sucking until the tingling sensation became to much for the overwhelmed girl. Celine came into his mouth, as he licked all around her to clean her up. He smiled with pride as he let her calm down from her high.

He got off the bed, working quickly. Jimin finally, taking off his pants as well. She never expected that, considering he was on the shorter side. He was bigger than average. She watched, mouth almost watering as he rolled a condom over himself.

He quickly came back to her, cheeks flushed. He looked like he was in a hurry, but his touches were so slow. So agonizing. It was like he was holding back, but letting everything go all at once.

He lined up with her entrance, watching the way the night sparkled in her eyes. Jimin leaned down again, pressing a light kiss to her lips. Celine moaned into it, almost making him finish too early. He looked like he was in pain as his tip touched her wet skin, eyes furrowed and his stomach tense.

The perfect stranger entered her slowly, letting out a low groan as he felt her walls wrap around him. He felt his eyes shut, but he willed for them to stay open. He moved in completely, filling her up until his hips met her. Jimin looked down, seeing her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide.

Wondering if by chance he peered out at a night sky full of stars.

The man leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. With that, he started to move in and out. The man went slowly, almost killing himself and her. The pace aching, but the way he snapped his hips forward made both of their bodies quake. The brunette beneath him started to move her hips as well, causing more friction between them. Jimin moaned when she ran her nails down his back, landing in his hips. Pushing himself in with her. He wanted to be rough, but something stopped him. He liked being in the moment with her, feeling every indescribable sensation. Jimin wondered after the countless times he'd had sex, why it never felt this good.

He wanted to be able to see her pleasure, watch the way her mouth would open and close. Her lust filled eyes staring up at him with feeling. He liked watching her body react with his. He liked the feeling of their warm bodies pressed together. He couldn't get enough.

Celine was in another world, all of her worries ripped away from the corners of her mind. He fucked her carefully, with precision that made her arch her back. He hit every spot, enough to cause her whole body to prickle with heat. He did it so passionately, his stomach rolling to meet her hips in an agonizingly aggressive motion. His eyes never left hers, with every touch, with every movement. His charcoal gaze burnt through her. Though she knew it wasn't love, she's never felt more loved in her life. The way he stared at her was enough, causing her body to shake when she reached her climax. Jimin quickly came after her, their moans mingling in the night air. All you could hear was panting, and the sound of their beating hearts pounding.

Jimin rested his head against hers, eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. His body was glistening with heat. He pulled out slowly, trying hard not to overstimulate her. He quickly got rid of the protection, and fell onto his back.

Celine felt strange, staring up at the ceiling. She hated that he was the best she ever had. She hated that he knew just exactly how to pleasure her.

She felt a blanket being thrown on top of her; it was white. With a fur lining that caressed her naked body.

She looked to her right to see Jimin on his side, the man's head resting on his hand. His promiscuous dark eyes started into her, an almost smile curved on his red lips. He looked ravishing. He stared at her like she was the only girl in the world.

She hated the way he made her feel. She hated the way he was the best she's ever had. She hated that he pleasured her exactly the way she liked.

Why did he have to look at me that way? Butterflies were for little girls with big dreams.

I was neither.

The man reached over, pushing her dark brunette hair over her ear. She looked a little confused, her body stiffening at his touch.

"You're beautiful." Jimin said staring at the girl beside him. And he meant it, because he rarely ever spoke those words. She looked up at him, golden eyes filtered through long black lashes.

She nodded without a smile. No thank you. No words. And without anything else she got up. Pulled away from the touch of the man's warm hand.

Angel really meant business. As soon as they were finished she was up and off of him. All the pleasure from before was wiped off her face. Instead it was replaced by a steely, blank expression that didn't match the innocence of her look. The young CEO felt bad, wondering if she would get home alright. Most girls stayed the night and left in the morning.

Jimin watched, completely out of breath as the girl started picking up her clothes. His eyes never left her as she got dressed. In fact, he watched her until she shut the door behind her. It was so quick, and it happened without a single goodbye. Not even a glance back. She truly was enigmatic. He wished that she would have stayed.

The imprint of her body still remained on his baby pink sheets.

What he didn't know was Celine really didn't care about being polite. This was her job, and she was used to sudden goodbyes. Their contract was one night, and one night only. There was no use to stick around. She was in a hurry.

She'd never done this before on the job. Not without dating them. And surely not while dating anyone else.

Jimin was a first experience of its kind. Her last.

And she needed to leave now.

She walked outside, out of the beautiful hotel. Away from the beautiful stranger. And vomited, crying as she held her own hair back.

This is what I get.

Pain. Loneliness. Guilt.

Her stomach lurched again when she thought of how much she enjoyed herself. That is what made her sick most of all. Loathing lying in bed with lust.

Her boyfriend was waiting for her at home.

It had been the first time she'd been with a sugar daddy while with him. She wiped the tears away from her face. Popped a piece of gum into her mouth from her purse, and ordered an Uber home.

All the while, the beautiful stranger could not get her out of his mind.

Jimin opened his phone, looking for the number at the top of his contacts.

To: Angel

Did you make it home okay?

He did not send it.

The man closed his phone, throwing it far away from him.

Left rethinking to himself if one night was enough.

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(A/N): This is not a y/n Novel. Celine is the MC. Celine is pronounced CELL-LEAN. Like Selene or Selena Gomez without the A at the end. It's just the French spelling of the name.

This. Is what I meant by "pink" silk sheets. Not bright pink 😍

I DO NOT SHIP JENNIE AND JIMIN. This is a fiction story.Imagine anyone you'd like.

Here is SORTA what Celine is supposed to look like. Not a carbon copy. If you think I "ship" ppl at my age or being declassified as a "real army" you're probably too young or not mature enough to read this book.

If you don't want to imagine Jennie, here is a Celine I created on the art breeder app exactly as how I imagined her

(She's Moroccan / Korean)

Here's Jimin being Silk Sheets Jimin