𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒

XVII

"What are you doing?" His voice ragged like fingernails. Her scent inflaming him further.

I should stop her-

-this-

Rosé let out a delicate half-giggle, the gentle breeze dancing across his skin. She lowered her lips to his ear, her own audacity making her tremble inwardly.

"Waiting for you to kiss me, Jimin..."

She nearly gasped as she felt his arms suddenly grab her waist, pulling her chest up against his, then let out a thick sigh almost unconsciously as his hands traveled upwards to tangle in her hair as his lips brushed hers gently. Barely.

His voice somehow sardonic amidst his heavy, uneven breathing. "Like that?"

Rosé bit her lip in frustration, furiously tugging on his shirt as she pressed her lips to his. Immediately feeling him take her lower lip in his mouth. His tongue swiping just barely inside her parted lips, making her release another sigh, then a tiny laugh of surprise as she felt him smile against her mouth before pulling her in ever closer, lifting his hips slightly to grind against hers. Making her almost moan, her mouth a perfect o as he lowered his hands to hold her rear against him. Hard. The delicious pressure. Friction. Their mutual need delightfully evident as Jimin, mind entirely reeling from the now-ness of this-this, my god-ran one of his hands up her torso, his thumb making a lazy circle on her spine through the thin fabric of her dress, making her nearly sag against him.

"Nn.." He pulled away for a brief moment, another small smile pulling at his lips, before diving back to press his lips along the shell of her ear, along the curve of her jawline and neck, the way her hands moved to his shoulders to steady herself only spurring him further onward, the roaring in his veins as she gripped him tightly, her thigh muscles tensing around his legs, his one hand holding her hips steady against him so that she could feel the increasing urgency of his need, the other dipping slightly below the neckline of her dress, meeting taut and warm flesh puckering beneath his tentative fingertips. A catch in her breath. Then another-

Everything within him screaming. Weeping with joy. Shaking with anticipation as he found a spot on her neck that made her moan the way she'd been doing each night as he'd lain awake beside her. Sucked on it hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. To bruise. The softness of her skin, tensing and relaxing and tensing once more as he stopped.

His thirsty, obedient hands on her like starry, bright kisses. The gentle dragging of the pads of his fingers round and round stirring up fresh, caressing waves within her. Not stopping. Heeding her needy, half-wept request to the letter. Nails trailing over soft, tender flesh. Not stopping. Never stopping. Everything a direct line to between her thighs. Down her spine. Curling and uncurling beneath. Within.

His lips moving along her skin-each suckle promising that she would not go unfulfilled-be left wanting-if only she would let go-give in to what they both wanted with every fiber, needed-

Then-

Her eyes opened.

Not now-

Something like an ice-cold trickling of water down the length of her spine-

-I cannot do this now-

-or else I have nothing for tomorrow morning-

-nothing to conquer him with-

It was impossibly difficult to concentrate with him simmering like that beneath her hips...

-anyway-now that he's had a taste-