hey guys,

this chapter has ✨ slight mature content ✨ , i feel like i've been depriving you guys of some smut so here it is.

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We were kissing - Park Jimin and I.

Between the tipsy slurs and jumbled steps to our bedroom, the lines of his lips had connected with mine, blossoming the tiny rose garden resting on the surface of my ribs. I didn't know who struck first or how we ended up in the van and all the way back to the vacation home, but I did know there was no stopping us now.

We were also hysterical like the funniest thing in the world were our mouths pressed against one another.

It was confusing and absolutely jarring but nothing about tonight made any sense to me. I just appreciated the fact I was able to push the heavy conversations from earlier into the back of my mind and enjoy the silly man lighting up the entire universe for me.

Things were slightly different now, but in a good way.

I felt Jimin all the way to my fingertips, the magnetic touches he gave as gentle as a dove, pulling me further into his warmth that surrounded us like a protective shell.

His fingers cupped my jaw fragilely as if I was the perfect piece of china he didn't want to smash, holding my face closer to his as we stumbled further down the hallway. A soft laugh left my lips and he captured it in his, moaning quietly when my hands threaded his hair.

I couldn't get over how addicting he tasted. It was like he was made out of a bowl of fresh strawberries, each one of them sugary and sweet just like the last. There was nothing terrible or bad about it at all, if anything it only made me crave that more, do anything to absolutely have it.

The longer our mouths made love, the longer it took us to figure out how to use the door handle which took even more time because Jimin's hands were debating whether to hold my face or actually reach for the knob.

He chose the latter and pushed us in quickly. He kicked the door shut loud enough to probably wake the sleeping house and I swore I thought I felt the ground shake when he did. In seconds, he was dragging his mouth back to mine as if he never left and hoisting me up in the air before slamming me against it.

I could see the domination that spread through his face by the rough action, the tiniest arch of his brow raised. I traced it by my fingertips, my eyes memorizing the contour of his face- the defined cheekbones that stood out prominently against the midnight moonlight knocking on the window, his luxurious, red lips that were encased with our saliva, his dark eyes wild but centered just on me.

The feeling of sliding down the door and to his awaiting arms felt like forever was passing between us but I eventually made it and rewarded with another kiss, one that devoured me inside out.

I felt like sirens were going off in my head from the passion that exemplified through his tongue that followed along the seams of my lips, unearthing all the tension in them.

It's like I had a fever, like I couldn't possibly think straight or formulate a narrowed down thought. My mind was so wrapped around Jimin just like my legs, and I couldn't think how I'd ever lived my life without him being there, a part of it.

That idea alone had me clenching my legs tighter around his waist to which he hummed gently against my lips, his fingers going to my wrist that were locked behind his head and pinning them to the door. My fingers unraveled like a scroll and welcomed his as they intertwined, his larger palms encompassing mine whole.

His lips were wild, effortlessly plunging me further in ecstasy as they soared above, towards the bow of mine, and laying feather light pecks there. His descent continued back down to my lips, laying another peck there, and then to the base of my chin that was waiting for its turn of affection from him.

My fingers curled further into his when his mouth trailed to my jaw and smoothened the strain there with butterfly kisses; he treating me as if I was delicate piece of paper, something he did not want to destroy.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head in bliss when he continued and I swore I could feel his eyes slid up to where mine were, observing my reactions to his touches. It was easy to feel the pleasure that swept me under its waves when he bit down against my neck and tugged on the flesh there before soothing the pain with his warm tongue.

His vicious assaults jouryened all the way to my exposed shoulder, taking extra care and attention there before coming back. Right before he made it though, his mouth dipped slightly lower and into my collarbone.

His mouth brushed against a spot on my neck that had me crying out. He smiled against the spot as my lips parted and then sucked on it hard. A ridiculous shiver traveled through my spine, shaking me to the core.

Jimin, I wanted to say but I couldn't find the words to speak, only broken moans escaped my burning throat as another wave of ohs and ahs surpassed them. He smiled wider before coming back up to my lips, pressing kisses to the corner of my mouth as my eyes fluttered open to catch his.

He pressed himself closer to me, eliminating any space between us as his lips found mine again. His mouth pushed into mine deeply, swallowing all the words of lust that fell through as he released my wrist. I don't waste a second swinging my arms around his broad shoulders. He gripped my waist and dropped my shaky legs back down to the floor.

He walked us backwards to the bed and stopped right when his knees hit the mattress. Much against my wishes, he separated us when he fell onto the bed effortlessly. He looked like a god doing it as if he had fallen out of heaven or something. I could only stare with hooded eyes as he spread his thick thighs wide enough for me to fit into and leaned onto his elbows.

He gave me this dopey smile, one that said, If you want me, come get me. The silver bands around his fingers glistened as he clutched the sheets tight while his eyebrow moved up in question, almost prompting me to just leap on top of him. It made my breath catch in anxiety. I felt jittery all of a sudden.

It was like my inexperience was coming back to bite me in the ass now out of all times. Jimin was sort of asking me to take the lead by getting on top of him and that thought sent my heart into cardiac arrest.

I didn't even realize that panic had washed onto my face until Jimin leaned up onto his hands, arms fully extended as a straight line grew on his lips and the space between his brows puckered up in worry.

"It's okay, love, come to me." He spoke so gently and angelically, my eyes flooded with the look of admiration.

Hesitantly, I started to move, my arms reaching out to his shoulders and my legs slotting on each side of his waist as I climbed on top of him. He was carrying both our body weights so it completely stunned me when he reached a hand up and began to stroke my hair. His hand then moved down to my cheek and cradled it.

An emotion flashed through his features as he looked at me but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. It didn't stop butterflies erupting from my belly.

I buried my face into his neck and my hand gripped the other side of it, just by where is throat was and watched in awe as he swallowed. His adam's apple bobbed in slow motion. My fingers on their one accord, moved to his jaw and I traced the sharp intent softly as if it was a knife that could cut me. He was really the true embodiment of perfection.

Jimin's hand tangled with my hair and lifted my head slightly so he could reconnect our lips. Very slowly, we moved in sync with one another, my lips caressing his, his doing the same time. I held his jaw in my hands, pulling it closer to mine when I felt his lips starting to fleet away.

"Good girl." He moaned into my mouth when I bit down into his bottom lip.

His hands traveled to my backside, right where the straps of my dress were and simply played with it, sliding them up and down as he sat straighter.

I gasp fell from my lips when I felt something hard press against my core.

"Jimin," I whispered.

He dropped a heavy hand to my hip.

It was like my body was dying to feel that same pressure again, that my core needed some relief I didn't even realize it needed but I experimentally raised my hips again and sunk back down, grinding against him.

Jimin's hands stuttered on my skin and he choked on his breath as the trail of kisses he was leaving on my neck stopped all of a sudden.

My fingers got lost his hair as I felt a burst of pleasure erupt through me at the simple movement. It only made me want to do it again, what I did, but slightly harder with more pressure.

I did exactly that with more force, my hips grinding down to the large bulge in Jimin's pants that was providing me with so much relief but still not enough. I wanted more, my body was begging for more as I repeated my actions.

"Y/n, fuck, baby," Jimin mumbled.

Suddenly, he gripped my hips and guided me down against the tent in his pants. His fingers pushed me back and forth on it, helping me move. His hips followed my moments, not even missing a beat as a moan escaped his lips. His eyes closed momentarily but opened right again as he looked between us.

"Jimin, that feels so good," I dragged my hips back against him and my toes curled.

"Hm, tell me how good it feels."

I gripped his hair harder, liking the way it felt in my hands and rolled my hips back against him.

"Really good, fuck, like heaven," I breathed out.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to something, not sure what but something. It felt like that feeling was taking over my body, clouding my senses and judgements. My stomach tightened as I sharply inhaled, my hips faltering when that feeling felt much more intense.

Jimin held me closer to his body as his hand slithered up my neck and gripped my throat. He squeezed not too hard at first, but enough to make me realize the pressure he had there. It made this even more hotter.

"Oh, yes," I threw my head back as my movements became much more sporadic.

That feeling was starting to become painful, like there was a knot in my belly tying itself tighter and tighter around itself. It made me move faster and faster against Jimin, rocking further and further as he guided me with his hand on my throat and his hand on my hip.

I needed to—fuck, I wanted to—

"Come."

I barely registered his words, they flew on deaf ears, as that feeling took over everything in my body. It overwhelmed me to the point of pain as something just exploded inside me. This large tide of euphoria grabbed me and pulled me under as moans after moans piled up in my throat, each fighting there way to the top.

I couldn't breathe, it was too hard to. I felt so confused and misguided in this never before experience of bliss.

I felt myself drowning and I didn't mind it. I wanted to stay on this high for as long as I possibly could. I wanted to feel like this every second I could, every moment of my life cause god, it was so amazing.

I didn't realize I wasn't moving my hips, that they stopped when I came down from whatever plane I was just at. I struggled to form some kind of word as my head knocked into Jimin's, harsh pants leaving my mouth and warming his.

He watched, gaze trained on me. His eyes moved from the lines of my scrunched brows to the upturn of my rosy lips and the strain in my jaw that had returned from earlier.

When I looked down between us, I noticed the large, extremely prominent wet spot on his jeans, right here the bulge was.

I jumped so fast to my feet, I nearly almost fell.

"Jimin, I-I, I don't know—I'm so sorry, I don't know what just happened—

He didn't let me finish because he stood and cut me off by pressing his lips against mine.

In an instant, we are back on the bed and he was hovering on top of me, his shirt getting lost in the process. He pulled away just a fraction to look at me.

"You came and god, wasn't it perfect."

I didn't really comprehend what he said but I know I want to feel like that again, that building up and that downfall.

He grabbed my hand and slid both of ours down to where my panties were.

There, I felt something wet all over.

He brought our hands back up afterwards and placed my fingers to his mouth. His tongue moved out of his mouth and onto my hand and one by one, he cleaned my release off me, taking his time. It was so sensual and slow, I felt my stomach stirring at that.

"Can I take your dress off?" He asked and I nodded.

He dropped my hands back onto the mattress and moved to the straps of my dress. He tugged at them and studied how the material shimmied off my upper body and down my legs before it was tossed onto the floor.

His eyes move up and down my form, his fingers grazing the smooth skin off my belly and my arm, the top of my breast, my waist. His fingers trace over every curve and indent while I do the same to him.

His body is ethereal. I could never get over his hard stomach stamped with perfect abs, or the milkiness of his smooth chest, or the broadness of his hunched shoulders.

The muscles of his arm practically caged me in as he leaned down and pressed our stomachs together.

There was no separation between us except his jeans which I assume he's keeping on for right now knowing that I'm definitely not ready for him today. But I don't mind, I'm grateful that he's even conveying so much from his eyes to me as his fingers dance up back to the top of my chest, smoothening the skin there.

He breathes a low chuckle against my skin.

"You're so beautiful."

My heart flew through my chest at that and I shook my head back and forth continuously, trying to somehow fight the blush that arose to my cheeks at that.

"Stop, I'm not." I tell him plainly with a tsk in my words but Jimin doesn't listen.

There's no smile or smirk on his face as he continues to study every inch of my body as if it was the most prettiest thing he's ever seen. I wanted to hide further into his neck but didn't let me, instead, he held my head down to the bed and rubbed his thumb against my bottom lip softly.

"No," he murmured, so light and calm, "You're so beautiful." He pauses as before saying the next words, "I'm so lucky to have you. So, so lucky."

Instead of talking, I sealed our mouths together, letting all the emotion through my kiss travel through me. He responded with the same amount of force I brought, if not more, and pecked my lips continuously until he breaks up apart. My eyes opened and I looked at him with a smile on my face.

"If I do something you don't like, stop me. You're in control just as much as I am love, alright?"

I nodded.

"Words, Y/n."

"Okay." I responded just as quickly as I answered before.

He dragged his lips back down to mine and kisses me again almost like he never left. His tongue dipped into my mouth, fighting mine, and he winning the battle easily. The kiss becomes sloppier and messier the more time passes, teeth and tongue mixing as his taste swims into my mouth and invades my senses.

I don't even recognize him moving away from my lips until he's sliding down, taking his kisses with him. His mouth touched my throat and pecked and sucked there, a blend of hard and soft as he continued to create an unknown pattern of reds and purples on the canvas of my flesh.

His hands moved with him again as his kisses ventured west and down, right to my chest. His hands touched my bra and he glanced up at me, a look of concern growing on his eyes.

"This okay?"

"Yes." I moaned and tangled my fingers with the locks of hair on his head. I felt heat grow in my belly as the clasp of my bra was undone, the straps sliding down my arms and away from me before joining the heaps of clothing on the floor.

I didn't have time to feel shy or nervous because Jimin's fingers were already mounting against my breast. He held one of my boobs in his hand while his mouth captured the other one. Instantly, he was licking and teasing my hard bud with his teeth, pulling at it before erasing the pain with the saliva of his tongue.

I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut while my fingers tightened in his hair, keeping him there in place. I opened my eyes, just a little, only to discover his were already on me. My head fell back against the pillows in pleasure.

A tsk fell from his lips when his mouth separated from my boob and continued down the line of my cleavage, soft kisses filtering every piece of my skin dying to be touched.

He slid further down to where my stomach was waiting for him and peppered his touches there while his teeth scraped against the surface of my belly. He emphasized every point he wanted me to feel, cursing me with just the thought of him. He was all I could think about by now, I was too far gone.

His teeth reached my panty line and his fingers curled around it and pulled them down. I watched as he tossed it aside and spread my thighs open for his body to fit. He crunched my legs up slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and dipped his head down to my dripping core.

That's when all hell broke loose.

His tongue flattened against my sensitive clit and with simplicity, he licked one straight and narrow line up. I screamed so loud, the fucking USA must have heard me as I clenched the sheets tight.

"Not too loud, love, you don't wanna wake up the whole house do you?" He teased, his disbelieved hair falling onto his eyes as he went back down on me.

He repeated that action again but this time his fingers touched my entrance and opened them wide. His tongue continued the sinful act that was definitely damning me to hell.

His thumb rubbed my clit as I festered against the bed, cries of pleasure leaving my lips as Jimin's mouth moved up and down my core, licking up all the juices that split out of me. He didn't mind that I was gripping his hair so tight, he only grunted and continued.

Suddenly, out of absolutely nowhere, he thrusted his finger inside of me.

It didn't hurt but it had me stop functioning as I tried to regulate my breathing. It felt unusual, my walls clamping around the one intrusion that seemed to have stopped my whole world.

Jimin continued to eat me out as his finger moved knuckle deep in and out of me slowly and patiently as he waited for me to adjust. Very soon, I did, moaning out a "please move."

He obeyed and soon enough, his finger matched the pace of his tongue on me, doubling the bliss I was feeling and taking me to new heights. I was writhing against the sheets, my head pooling at the dirty words Jimin described he'd do to me when he was going to have me for the first time.

That feeling returned, the one from earlier, pounding on the walls of my body, begging to be released. I felt as if I was going to combust into a million, little, different pieces. It was much stronger than before and I knew I was going to be wrecked after this was all over.

My thighs locked around his head and Jimin pushed them apart and wider, keeping his hand there so I wouldn't fidget as much as he cleaned up the mess spilling from me, his warm tongue and hot breath damming me straight to eternal chaos.

I was so close, this large wall of agony was collapsing.

"Jimin, I'm so close," I stuttered, eyes rolling back to my head. He didn't let up, just went faster and harder, pumping in and out of me.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"I—" The words died in my throat.

The finger inside me started to slow.

"No, no," My eyes flew open, "Don't, fuck, please don't."

"Tell me," he pressed, "Tell me or I won't let you—"

"Come, please, can I come?!"

After the words left my lips, Jimin went back down on me.

Everything was just a blur after that-a blur of euphoria and warmth spreading throughout my body as I convulsed. I was seeing stars that shined so bright, I thought I would lose my vision as everything in my body unraveled and I was screaming Jimin's name like bloody murder, the sound bouncing off the walls of the room.

I must have been in heaven because nothing had ever felt this surreal and amazing before. I was floating above the clouds, riding out the large amount of pleasure that laced itself through my rattling bones.

My legs shook and quivered under Jimin's touch as I came down. Rough pants left my aching throat as Jimin pressed butterfly kisses all up and down my thighs.

When he lifted himself up, his chin was dripping with my release. He gave me a wobbly smile while his thumb slid down and gathered the wetness on his face before bringing it to his lips.

I was so exhausted by this point, I couldn't even smile back. I just wanted to roll over and sleep and I nearly did but Jimin lifted me from the sheets and into his arms, carrying me bridal style to the bathroom.

He set me on the counter and I leaned into his shoulder as he grabbed a towel and opened my thighs. I winced in sensitivity as he cleaned my thighs and core up, being extra careful.

He tossed the towel when he was done and lifted me again, walking is over to the bed and sitting me there. He went to the dresser and grabbed one of his t-shirts, putting it over my head and helping me put my arms through it sluggishly.

Just as he was shimming out of his jeans, I remembered,

"Jimin, what about you?"

"What princess?" He gave me a confused look until I motioned down to the bulge straining against his boxers.

"Oh," He smiled, "Don't worry about me. It's not the first time you've given me blue balls, love."

"Hm?" I questioned him but he just laughed and crawled onto the bed.

I met him there, burying my face in his warm chest as sleep invaded me peacefully.

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end of chap.

thank fucking god, i'm exhausted.

i rewrote this like 3 times, BYE

have a good start to your week guys, see you in the next update <3