Luna is the owner of a cosmetic line that is blowing up, taking the world by storm. Her vision was to help make everyone feel beautiful. But Luna could never feel beautiful herself. Deep down, and under layers of clothing she hides something from th...
What is it about this man? I'm feeling drunken and unfocused as his soft lips move in motion against mine. I can't even form coherent thoughts at this moment. All I can think is how perfectly his lips fit with mine.
Jimin turns towards me fully, ignoring the movie playing for us on the tv. He places his hand on my knee and slides his hand up slowly. My brain goes into panic mode. My heart is racing and telling me it likes the warm sensation of his palm against my leg. Jimin rubs his thumb in small circles against my thigh, massaging it slowly.
His hand slides a little higher and my hand instinctively shoots down to stop it from moving further. I pull my lips away from Jimin. I look at him and assume he'll be upset but he's just smirking. "Is that too much, beautiful?" His sweet voice questions me and he licks his lips, continuing to smirk.
"Well...I-I...don't know." I fumble with my words. Jimin chuckles and smirks wider, he seems to find my stammering adorable. He lifts up his hand from my leg and runs his fingertip across my cheek. "You're awfully red," He rudely points out and I hide my face in my hands.
Standing up quickly, I try to think of an excuse so that I can run away from this situation. I'm not usually this bashful around men. Probably because I never really liked one as much as I like Jimin.
"I should probably get going." I point my thumb towards his door. Jimin smiles and shakes his head, not believing me. He grabs my wrist swiftly and yanks me down so that I'm sitting on his lap. He playfully runs his fingers up my back, against my silk shirt. "Are you trying to run away yet again?" I gulp, not wanting to answer that. I guess I was.
He giggles, knowing the answer to his rhetorical question. I'm stiff as a board as I sit against his hard, muscular thighs. "If I can't touch your legs, where is it okay for me to touch?" Jimin asks me sweetly, wanting to be patient with me and hoping to make me more comfortable.
Before I can answer, he closes in and places tender kisses on my neck, right underneath my ear. My body instantly relaxes and my shoulders slump. He sure knew how to disarm me. "Is this okay?" His honey sweet voice whispers against my ear, warm breath flowing against my earlobe. I nod my head, forgetting how to speak. Jimin has a nice rhythm of working his lips against my skin. He uses them torturously slow. I find my thoughts internally begging him for more.
Sliding his fingers up into my hair, Jimin uses his nails to scratch my scalp and I about melt. I always loved when someone played with my hair or scratched my head. It would always make me sleepy. I tilt my head to the side and let Jimin have easier access to my neck. He uses it to his advantage and grazes his teeth gently against my skin, leaving love bites.
It gives me goosebumps.
At some point I realize the movie has stopped and it was playing music with the ending credits. Jimin pulls away briefly and turns off the tv. Without the light from the screen, it becomes darker in his living room. He picks me up and scoots me over to the couch. He crawls over to me and slowly pushes me down against the cushion and settles between my legs. His eyes impossibly darker in the dim light.
He reconnects our lips together and fidgets with the top button on my blouse. My body goes rigid, and he senses it. "Shh, it's okay, I'll only move your shirt away from the left side." I swallow deeply, feeling extremely nervous but trusting his words. After he unbuttons three buttons, he moves my shirt over on the left side and exposes my collarbone and shoulder.
Jimin attacks the revealed skin with his lips. He sucks roughly on my collarbone. My hands involuntarily reach up and grab his hair. I hear his soft voice chuckle as he enjoys the tugging on his hair. I was getting too entirely worked up, his lips felt like heaven on Earth.
"You drive me crazy, do you know that?" He murmurs barely audible against my collarbone. I close my eyes and refuse the urge to argue with him. Taehyung told me to open up to him and I was trying, I really was.
My face heats up once I start feeling Jimin moving his hips against mine. He's grinding into me and smashes his lips back onto mine. He then lifts up his body and falls to the side, my legs are pushed together. He runs his hand up my thigh and squeezes it roughly. He caresses and massages higher and higher and I don't think to stop him this time.
I was too wrapped up in the wonderful embrace of his lips.
Jimin slides his hand all the way up and stops at where my legs split. He begins to rub his fingers against me, and it sends a jolt of sensation throughout my body.
Rubbing small circles against me with his middle finger, I feel a tingling sensitivity between my legs. It felt incredible and I didn't want him to ever stop. Jimin picks up the pace and I groan low into his mouth. He slides his tongue into my mouth and plays with my tongue with his.
Everything about Jimin was perfect, he even tasted perfect.
He breaks our kiss and leans to my ear. "Can I unbutton your jeans?" He asks me softly and my face turns red at the thought. I fought with myself over how to answer.
But eventually, I give him a small nod.
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