What a jerk – Jimin

"But no matter what way you look at it, I always get what I want in the end," someone was saying and her head pivoted in the direction of the voice.

"Not always, surely," someone said, laughing a little as their small group sipped on whatever alcohol was inside their glasses. It was a pretentious event and she was here only because the old money she came from meant they were charity sponsors. Her family supported many charities but this was one she actually thought was doing what it was setting out to do so she didn't mind coming along to the auction tonight to represent their foundation. Still, most of the people here tonight would drive her crazy if she had to engage in a conversation with them for longer than a minute. Case in point, whatever dickhead was speaking nearby.

"Always, if you know what you're doing anyway," the voice continued and she wanted to reach her hands to his neck and throttle him. He was just the kind of guy that gave all men a bad name. Clearly arrogant, fully aware he was very good looking and seemed to think men were the superior gender. Definitely not the kind of guy she'd take home, that's for sure. And when he looked her way, noticed she was watching, he smirked, raised his glass to her before dismissing her almost before he turned away.

"What a prick."

"Hmmmm? Who," her best friend asked, looking in the direction she had been looking but she'd already turned away, not giving him the satisfaction of a lingering look.

"Oh just someone not worth a second glance. I plan on avoiding him for the evening though, he seems like a grade A ass."

Jiwoo laughed, knowing her friend well. He'd obviously done something to set her eyes glaring like that and it was likely because he was overly confident, something she loathed. Jiwoo attempted to focus her attention, trying to distract her before she got into a bad mood. "Thanks again for inviting me tonight. You know I love people watching at these events."

"Well, I needed a plus one and men are painfully scarce at the moment, decent ones anyway."

"Tell me about it. They're normally good looking and arrogant or they're rich and I'm not attracted to them or boring but have a good career. I was hoping to meet someone here though. Wouldn't say no to a one off to keep me from drying up even if they are a prick."

"Don't expect anything from these guys," she said, glancing his way again, "I think they all think far too much of themselves to even bother with a quick shag."

"I wasn't thinking quick, I was thinking I'd be going all night but you probably know better than me," Jiwoo said, glancing around.

And try as she might, she kept running into him the whole evening. Standing talking to people she knew, he'd be just over her shoulder talking to someone else. Reaching for nibbles on a tray only to find someone elses hand on the same tray of food, reaching at the same time. And all the time, his laughter was loud and grated on her nerves. So much so that she found herself distracted and only half listening to those talking to her when he was standing especially close. She thought she'd finally managed to shake what felt like was her shadow but turning, she banged straight into him. She was holding a particularly full glass and he reached to quickly steady her.

"Alright there," he asked and she could feel the cockiness dripping from him.

"Perfectly fine thank you," she seethed back.

"Maybe you should give the drink a rest. You might have had enough if you want to make sensible decisions," he said, leaning in so only she would hear. He was kind of hoping the sensible decision she made had something to do with coming back to his place later that night.

"What are you talking about," she hissed back. "I'm not drunk, I'm not even tipsy thank you very much. You banged into me."

"You're very welcome," he smirked, "and I think you'll find it was the other way round, you banged into me. Park Jimin," he said by way of an introduction, as if she didn't know who he was, "and you are," he continued, holding out his hand as he bowed a little and she reached for it automatically out of politeness before quickly dropping it when she realised what she was doing.

"Leaving," she said, turning away again, hearing his laughter at her word before she lost it a little, turning back to him with blazing eyes and an angry expression. He was annoyingly insufferable and the fact he was incredibly sexy absolutely did not cancel that out.

"I don't know who you think you are-," she started and he interrupted.

"-oh but I told you, I'm Park Jimin," he said, smiling at her riled up expression. He was quite enjoying this feisty woman in front of him, very poised but losing her cool for him. He liked it when a woman fell apart for him but not usually in this context and it had unfortunately been far too long since that had happened.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," she growled back, glancing around to see who was nearby.

"I get the feeling we're off on the wrong foot and I'm not sure why," he asked, sipping calmly on his drink as she gritted her teeth at him. The truth was, she wasn't sure what to tell him. That she didn't like him because she'd overheard him talking and thought he was an arrogant jerk so she bit that information back.

"Maybe because you're everywhere I am and I can't seem to get away from you. It's bothering me."

"Paying attention to where I am in the room. Interesting."

"I absolutely am not," she frowned back. "You just seem to be right under my feet. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were following me."

"It's not under your feet I'd like to be," he said and her eyes grew big as he looked her up and down. "Maybe I am following you. You are the prettiest person in the room," he said, tilting his head a little to look at her and she didn't know what he was doing but she didn't think she liked it. There was a part of her that could acknowledge how good looking he was, how gorgeous his eyes were. And he was definitely looking at her intensely. But his attitude cancelled all that out.

"Well stop and stay away," she said, turning to walk back over to Jiwoo.

"As you wish Princess," he said, something she didn't want to admit sent a spark through her body, and then she walked over to her friend, Jimin watching as she left, admiring the way she moved. He was always interested in women that were a challenge and this one definitely was.

"Let's go find our table," she said and Jiwoo wandered with her to take their seats for the auction part of the evening.

"Who else is sitting with us, do we know anyone," Jiwoo asking, eyeing up the names on the place settings as they sat down.

"I don't really mind as long as it's not-,"

"-well, fancy meeting you again," Jimin said as he took a seat, swapping out his name for someone around the other side of the table so they were sitting next to each other.

"You are joking," she said and he shook his heads.

"The gods planned it this way, obviously for a reason."

"Well, they can stick their reasons," she said, turning her shoulder so she was facing Jiwoo who raised an eye at her, looking between the two of them.

"Someone you know," Jiwoo said under her breath.

"Someone we don't need to waste our time talking about," she answered, determined to ignore him for the rest of the night, pretending she hadn't heard his chuckle as he listened into their conversation.

"You can try sweetheart but that's going to be hard for you to do," he said to her back and she didn't respond although her body language was radiating all sorts of mixed messages to him, she just didn't realise it but he was very good at reading body language and she was definitely interested in him, at least a little.

An hour later, the auction was beginning to wrap up, their table responsible for bidding on quite a few of the items up for auction. She had tried and failed to be unimpressed by one of the auction items donated by Park Jimin; a week long cruise around Japan. She knew he was quite famous, had probably heard a number of his songs and when they announced the auction item and asked him to stand and bow, he did it gracefully and graciously, even blushing a little at the compliments. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was genuine but she'd heard enough to know it was likely all an act. Everyone seemed to love him though and that didn't make sense to her. Nor did the foot that seemed to constantly find it's way to tap on hers under the table, even when she pulled it as far away as she possibly could, she'd get caught up in conversation with those at the table, never with him mind you, and before she'd realised it, she'd returned her foot to a normal position only to find he was touching hers again.

"Do you mind," she hissed at one point.

"No I don't mind, go ahead, I'm enjoying it," he replied, tapping his fingers on the table as she looked at him and she just sighed and turned away again, feeling the pressure of his foot pressing against hers.

I'm not moving it this time,' she thought, 'he can bloody well move his,' she said to herself and kept her foot there, not admitting she didn't mind the contact as much as she was letting on. In fact, she was acutely aware of the way his leg now rested close to her and the musky scent of his cologne, shaking herself out of thinking about him in any way that was favourable. After all, he was a prick and she was determined that her initial assessment of him was accurate. Even if she overheard normal conversation between him and others over the auction, even if he seemed to be able to be polite, a bit sweet and not just arrogant, she wasn't willing to change her mind. Stubbornness was one of her traits, not that this is what it was. It was self preservation. She didn't need pricks in her life.

And then his hand was on her leg, resting lightly and her reaction was instant, dropping her hand under the table to rest on top of it, squeezing to stop him from moving it any higher. She didn't yank it away, sure it would cause an awkward scene but she also wasn't sure if she would be able to cope with his hand moving up her thigh, arousal flooding her folds before she realised it had happened, squeezing her legs together, a motion that didn't pass him by. 'Stupid brain,' she thought, trying to clear thoughts that had flowed in there without her letting them, of what his fingers might be able to do if she did let them creep up higher, touching her. So she stopped him because it was him after all and she was in a room of people and even if her body thought she was into it, her brain was reminding her he was an ass.

Meanwhile, he was definitely feeling her touch, having followed her around during the evening just like she'd suspected. She got his goat up a little and his heart rate, feisty little thing with her sexy legs and gorgeous eyes. And he'd touched her with his foot throughout the auction, noting when she'd forgotten to pull away from him and using it to his advantage until she finally gave up. It was all a front, this confidence he portrayed at these events. He hated them, being looked at, whispered about because of what his line of work was, trying to live up to the name they'd built, building a persona of arrogance while he was here to just cope better with the evening. Under it all, he was just a guy who right now, wanted to go home with a girl. Specifically, tonight, the one sitting next to him who had squeezed herself tightly at his touch, her thighs clinching a little. He recognised that as arousal, his own peaking at the realisation.

And that was it, he now had a raging hard on from thinking about what he'd do with her if she was to go home with him, knowing he needed to sort himself out. Standing, he bowed quickly and a few more times as he walked away, glad his jacket draped enough to conceal his erection or so he hoped. Heading towards the bathrooms, he'd entered the corridor when he heard footsteps behind him and a voice that spoke in a tone that didn't help as she growled at him.

"What were you doing," she hissed, eyes on fire as she stood before him.

"Sitting, bidding, talking, you," he asked sarcastically, frustration bubbling just below the surface, hoping she kept her eyes up so that she didn't see his condition right now. He went to walk away and she spoke again.

"No, stop! You kept touching me and it was driving me crazy," she said, anger evident and maybe something else tinging her voice? But he didn't know her well enough to know if that was true.

"I was driving you crazy," he said, raising an eyebrow and smirking and she growled again, the sound going straight to his cock. She was maddening and he wanted to take her there, wipe the look on her face to one where she was enraptured, mouth open as he made them come with just a few strokes. He needed to get out of here, away from her before he acted on it.

"YOU were not, your actions were. Why was your hand on my thigh, what did you think would happen? That I would let you feel me up under the table?"

"I was just playing, you put your hand on mine and I thought you were into it. Now if you'll let me go, I was heading to the bathroom after all," he said, turning away again.

"Playing?! And that's what is making me so annoyed with you. That you think it's OK to play. I never gave you permission to touch me."

He was instantly contrite, realising it was true, he had definitely overstepped far too many boundaries tonight. "I'm sorry," he blurted out and her eyes went big in surprise. She wasn't expecting an apology, she was expecting more cocky arrogance. To be honest, with the right guy, she wouldn't have minded his touches and attention especially as it had been a while. But he wasn't the right guy.

"Do you go around just touching women when you feel like it?"

"Oh my god, don't turn me into some kind of creepy guy that does things like that all the time. I was teasing because I thought you were beautiful, thought you might be up for some fun. I realise now you weren't into it and that I clearly misread the situation completely. I shouldn't have done anything without knowing it was what you wanted too. So I AM sorry."

His voice was heated, both glaring a little, Jimin in frustration that he had completely misread the situation and the fact that somehow, even though they had been yelling at each other, he was still in far more than a semi state of arousal, hoping nothing seeped through his underwear to his pants.

She blinked a couple of times, registering his words, that he thought she was beautiful but shaking herself out of it. He was just good with flattery.

"Well, just so you know, you can't go around doing that. You -,"

- and he cut her off. "Look, I've apologised and now I'm going," and he turned his back and walked away, down towards the row of doors that led to the bathrooms.

She was so tempted to call after him not to walk away from her, watching his ass swinging from side to side as he did, his legs strong as he strode and then she shook her head, What was she thinking? He wasn't worth it and so she turned to walk back to her seat, seething as she did.

She'd almost reached her table before she spun on her heels and turned back. No, she wasn't done, she had more she wanted to say and so she followed until she reached the only bathroom door that was closed fully. Pulling the door open in one smooth yank, she stepped in and closed the door behind her, not even thinking about her actions as her mouth instantly shut when she turned to look at him.

"Do you mind," he screeched as she came to a halt in front of him. His dick was in his hand, hard and red, wet from the precum that had beaded on the top and which he'd used to cause the slide that had almost sent him over the edge already. If she'd arrived in another 60 seconds it would all be over and he may even had wiped up and tucked himself away. This fuckin' feisty, fiery red head in front of him was robbing him of an orgasm as well as yelling at him earlier. And here she was again now, yelling and it just riled him up more than before.

"Don't yell at me you prick," she said, jabbing her finger in his chest, no care to the fact his cock was just hanging out in front of her, even as he tried to turn a little to hide it from her. But the room was tiny and they were almost pressed up against each other. "And while I'm at it-," she started and her mouth was closed by his own as he lurched forward to taste her anger, pulling back to see if he had the OK to continue kissing her. She'd been exuding sexual interest in him whether she realised it, he'd been around a lot of women who had thrown themselves at him over the years. This was something he could recognise even if she couldn't recognise it herself.

Her mouth was hanging open and her hand came up to press onto his chest, giving them a little space as she moved away from him. "What are you doing," she asked.

"Shutting you up for a minute so I can hear myself think. And I would've thought it was pretty obvious what I'm doing," he hissed quietly, glancing down at his length and back to her eyes and they widened as she seemed to register for the first time what he had been up to.

"But why here? Can you not at least wait a few hours to do that," she asked, disdain sounding in her voice but also something else. Something that came from the fact she hadn't turned her eyes away since she saw what he was holding, eyeing up his thighs, thick and visible from where he'd partly dragged down his pants and boxers. Thick, his thighs were something she'd like to ride, the thought coming unbidden to her mind. Never mind his pretty cock that she'd like to ride too.

"It was unavoidable," he countered and she huffed a little, meeting his eyes before looking back down again.

"Tsk, unavoidable. What rubbish, why unavoidable?"

"Because you got all up in my face, your lipstick the perfect shade for you skin, your eyes blazing and annoyed with me and your perfume smelling amazing. It just did something to me."

Jimin didn't even sound bothered to be telling her although he was speaking softly in case anyone could hear their conversation. Just stroked himself lazily as he spoke, keeping himself hard. He wasn't planning on being robbed of his release, not by anyone. He just needed her to wrap up whatever this rant was about and leave so he could finish. Gawd he was hard.

She was still within touching distance and she raised her hand again, giving him a small push to separate them even further within the tiny space. It was about as far apart as they could get, which definitely wasn't very far at all given how they found themselves trapped in the confined room. "Sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you just now without asking first," he said, "but do you still need to be here? I have pressing things to get to, if you hadn't realised!"

"Give me a moment," she answered, biting down on the lip he had just had attached to his, not helping the fact he really wanted to see out his release to the end. He kept stroking, eyes fixed on her face as she watched his. Her eyes followed his movements, seemingly hypnotised by them.

"A moment for what," he asked. She could hear how breathy he was and knew she had interrupted the finale of what he'd been doing.

"To decide if I'm making stupid decisions today," she answered and he smirked a little, licking his own lips as he did.

"I'm literally standing in a public bathroom with a stranger, holding my dick in my hand while we stare at each other. I'm not really one to be talking about stupid decisions. This was a little impulsive, even for me."

"I find it a little fascinating that your dick is still as hard as when I walked in," she said, smirking a little as she spoke and she took a slight step forward in the small space without evening realising it.

"Nice of you to notice. But you've made it harder actually," he replied, "maybe if you would stop looking at me it might have a chance to soften."

"But you don't want that, you want to finish. You've told me that a few times already," she said, stepping even closer.

"Yeah, that is definitely what I'd rather do than stop."

"Hmmm," she hummed and the noise echoed around the room, jarring as it seemed to only increase the sensations in his length, causing his hand to close and stroke again.

"Have you made a decision," he asked, eyes locking with hers again as he took the step forward that closed the gap enough that they were breathing into the same tiny gap between their lips. They'd either end up pressed against each other soon or she'd step away and leave, either way, things needed to keep moving so he wasn't left frustrated.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little stupid today too," she said and her hand came down on top of his, moving it to wrap around his length. His eyes closed instantly but only briefly because he wanted to watch as she stroked him, his mouth falling open as she did, watching as she moved it up and down. He has just enough sense to lean over and flick the lock on the door he'd been in too much of a hurry to lock earlier on the off chance they are horribly interrupted again right when it would matter the most.

"Fuck," he managed as she gathered the beads of precum that were falling from his tip, smearing them up along him to increase the slide, speed perfect to barrel him along to the ultimate release.

"Not this time Jimin-ssi," she answered and his name falling from her mouth did something to him, as well as the connotations that' not this time' meant there might maybe be another time.

"Fuck," he said again as she expertly twisted her hand to pull the right sensations from him.

Needing to anchor himself to stop his legs from collapsing, Jimin grabbed for her waist, his clean hand on her back, his messy hand clenched in a fist at his side. He wanted, needed to kiss her but this time wasn't going to take it without asking.

"Can I kiss you," he said, between breaths, panting out the words, so close now to tipping over the edge, knowing her mouth would likely be the final weight needed to close the deal.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said with a smirk and he leaned forward, lips pressed together as she stroked him and he caressed with his lips, licking up into her mouth as he came so close to being undone. "It feels so good to taste you Jimin-ssi," she said and moaned as his teeth nibbled at her mouth and he had to pull back, scared he'd bite down on her lip as he climaxed. Panting into her mouth, the moan she gave him as he teased his tongue against hers sent him spiralling.

"Yes, fuck, I'm cumming," he gasped out as he erupted over her hand, his other on her spine to hold himself as his legs shook and his release continued to coat between them.

She captured the noises he made as he came, swallowing them down so it didn't alert everyone what they were up to. They were probably too loud as it was but this was the best she could do to keep them quiet. And she wasn't complaining, his lips were built for tasting, his mouth for all things sinful. Earlier it had been bothering her. Now, she wasn't wanting to stop kissing it. But she did stop as he began to soften in her hold and his hand came up to still her wrist when it all got a little much.

"That was unexpected," he said as he reached for toilet paper, wiping down her hand and wrist, grateful it had missed getting on their clothes. He wasn't sure how, it had felt like it rolled through him and just kept on rolling for ages, his body now more relaxed than the tension he'd felt when he'd opened the bathroom door. "Are you good," he asked, eyeing her up and down, wondering if he could make her feel as good as he was feeling right now. The attitude from earlier seemed to have dropped away from both of them as he held onto her arm, fingers moving lightly across the skin as he looked at her, gauging her reaction to what they'd just done.

"Yeah, no need to reciprocate if that's what you meant," she replied carelessly. She meant it too, enjoyed giving a good hand job, didn't expect an orgasm in return. This time.

"It was what I meant and are you sure? My hands might not be large but my fingers know just what to reach for."

"I'm sure they do," she nodded. They were pretty like he was and she had no doubt, based on his cockiness in general this evening, that he at least thought he knew what to do with them. "But nah, I'm good and people will be wondering where I went."

"Me too, me too," he said, agreeing. What a strange turn of events it had been. Going from making her annoyed to having her jerk him off. And he wasn't complaining at all. In fact, he'd very much like a repeat.

"So, I guess in the end, I did get what I want after all," he said, not able to hold his tongue, knowing it would make her wild as he rinsed off his hands.

"Don't even fuckin' start with that again Jimin," she said, raising her voice as her eyes flashed and grew big at him and he smiled, knowing just what he could say to make this all happen again.

"I won't, I won't," he said, holding up his hands in defence before he dropped them to tuck himself back into his boxers and pants again, pulling his belt closed as he watched her wash her hands and smooth down her top.

"Nightcap after," he asked casually as he opened the door, casting the word over his shoulder as he left her to straighten herself up.

"Maybe if you can keep your mouth shut for five minutes I'd consider it," she called and his muffled chuckle as he walked away echoed down the hall and into the small room which smelled of sex and had her grinning in the mirror. She'd be saying yes and this time, when he came, it would be as she rode him to release but not before she'd felt what those fingers she'd thought about could actually do and had her own release.

Touching her lips that were a little swollen from their kisses, she smiled to herself. "I wonder if his mouth is good on other things too," she thought as she tucked a loose strand of hair away and walked back out to join the room of noise and people now that the auction had finished, a cocked eyebrow across the room where he was chatting with people the only indication of what had just happened.

"You were gone awhile, all OK," Jiwoo said as she slid back into the seat next to her. "I saw you heading out. To bail that guy up that was annoying you? Giving him a piece of your mind I'm sure."

"Yeah, I definitely gave him something to think about," she said, sipping the glass she was handed as a waiter went past, raising it to echo his own before they turned away from each other. This game that had started would definitely entertain them both for the rest of the event and hopefully well into the early hours of the morning when she'd show him that there was a way they could both get what they wanted in the end.