𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ● 𝐉𝐉𝐊

• 12 • lèvres

That's it. You're ruined.

His face is panting on yours, his nose poking into your cheekbones and his parted lips leaving heated breaths and chest heaving. But his eyes don't leave your flushed, awfully ruined expression.

Such a turn on.

Your eyes are so embarrassed to look into his eyes. He catches every detail of you, you not meeting his dangerous, swirly eyes. His hand moves on your thigh in a slow tease. You choke when he feel his palm glide calmly on your thigh. The choking is followed by a feeble whimper which gets muffled because you press your upper teeth sharply into your lower lip.

His silent lips trace on your skin from your jaw to your bony neck. He feels you trembling, with excitement and a feeling that feels so dangerously good to let go.

"I can't.." He huffs, in frustration but in his fully contained and sane voice. How can he still sound in control after making you loose your mind like that. "I can't, Y/N. Each time I deny it, it crawls in deeper."

The studio is just filled with your uneasy breathing. You are holding onto him while he is no where near leaving your body. His fast heart was telling you things he wasn't speaking. His teeth carefully caged a small part of your thin neck skin between them and bit onto it in growing vexation, at his own self. "My desire for you."

You fist his tee into your hands when his deep voice drops the last sentence. Your eyes puckering. Sinful miracles overshadowing you.

"Are you drunk?" You whisper. You can't smell it but you are still confirming. You couldn't even taste anything weird when he lodged his tongue into your mouth. All your nose detects is his strong peachy cologne, or something else he puts on at night.

He chuckles, his head dipping down and his hair falling on your neck and tickling it. He lifts his head up and looks into your eyes and raises an eyebrow in a perfect arch, leaning towards your face. Your breath gets stolen just as you feel him come close again, the proximity attracting your lips.

"Do you think I am?" He looks at you with passionate lust plaited desires, his intentions trying to suppress themselves to just his eyes.

You back up as you can't keep getting closer to him, your hands lightly shaking on his tee. "N-No.."

"I don't get drunk." He flexes his bicep as he keeps your body sticking to his and walks to the painted interior. "Easily."

Hot.

"Mhm." You are more focused on his actions now, your voice sounds really concerned. He wouldn't leave your body and now was taking you to the couch, you glance down below you a little scared. It wasn't a normal thing for you, people hoarding your body from one place to another. He sat there with you above him, letting you naturally straddle him. He looks up like a traumatised predator waiting to roar out, your heart pattering majorly. "Do-Do we need to sit l-like this?"

You take your hands off from him and try to sit up and get away from him, the closeness encourages steamy thoughts. Leaving the physical contact with him, making your skin angry, your skin loves his, it's so natural to like it back. The rush caused in the skin never stopping between you both. When you try to get off from his lap, you feel a metal-like arm guarding you and preventing you from going further away.

He warns you with his intimidating expression, nope, no fighting with his predator. He pushes you ahead without blinking an eye, you get restored to the same tight closeness you both were encased in. You gasp feeling his strength, and how he easily shifted you without even showing signs of effort. This time his built torso presses onto you too, he doesn't seem to care about that at all. He ignores your question and closes his eyes, his pupils travelling up and eyelids dropping shut. His head rolls back as if he is putting up with the world right now.