Exes and Superher-o's

Part 16

When he kisses you, you nearly combust. Seared from head to toe, your fingers curl in his hair to drag him lower. Forgetting your precarious position above the ground, you focus only on him.

Tongue swiping your lower lip, he seeks entrance. Giving in, your arms wrap around him in a tender embrace. Say what you will about super strength – Seokjin wields his with impressive dexterity. The way he easily switches between gentle and rough has always made you weak in the knees.

Take now, for instance. A lesser man might have been winded from carrying their superhero girlfriend while making out. Seokjin merely holds you tighter, one hand sliding to wrap your leg around his waist.

Pressed against the bulge at the front of his suit, you feel suddenly breathless. Seokjin smirks at your reaction, pulling back long enough to brush a kiss to your temple. Fingers digging into your thighs, he holds you against him.

"Seokjin," you murmur.

"Yeah?"

"Unless you want to get naked in mid-air, I suggest you take me down. Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Stifling a shiver, you concentrate on refamiliarizing yourself with Seokjin's body. It's been weeks since you've seen him, and even longer since you got to enjoy him. The short time you spent together before you were forced apart wasn't nearly enough.

Fingers trailing his suit, you feel muscles and pecs and abdominals galore. Slightly overwhelmed, you allow your hands to wander further, savoring the sharp intake of breath Seokjin makes.

"Be good," he chides, reaching to remove your hand from his ass.

Smiling innocently up at him, you allow your fingers to intertwine with his.

Then – Seokjin drops below the clouds, soaking you instantly. Now, you're the one gasping as his mouth covers yours. Seokjin is suddenly everywhere – his hands in your hair, his body on yours, your heart barely able to keep pace with incessant demand.

"I missed you," he groans, tearing away long enough to wipe rain from your cheek.

With a thud, Seokjin's feet hit the boards of the porch outside your room. You'd ask how he knew which one was yours, but you're too busy trying to peel off his suit. Halting your movement to open the door, Seokjin leads you inside.

The rain is abruptly cut off, although you remain drenched, as does he. Seokjin doesn't bother to turn on the light, simply shutting the door to leave you in silence.

"You should get out of those clothes," he murmurs, gaze flicking down. "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

"That'd be bad," you agree, undoing a button.

Seokjin helps, shoving your blouse to the floor and leaving you in a bra. Walking the two of you backwards, he presses you to the wall.

"God," he exhales, his gaze traveling your body. "I'm never leaving again."

"Liar," you whisper, and kiss him.

His lips move with yours, one hand coming up to cup a breast. Through the lace of your bra, he tweaks a nipple. Right knee pressing between your thighs, he eases your legs further apart to lean forward.

Groaning at the weight of his body on yours, you reach greedily up his back. Seokjin is all muscle and skin – hurriedly, you reach for his zipper.

"Want to feel you," you whisper, and Seokjin obliges.

Replacing your hand with his, he tugs the suit downward until it hits the floor. Leaning your head to the wall, you stare up at him in darkness.

"Fuck," you say.