Love At First Kick

19

'I chose one. Now you choose one.' I say

'Are you sure?' He asks

'Yeah, absolutely. Go for it.' I smile

'Oh, I know a good one.' He grins and finds a movie called the Conjuring.

It was about a demon that possessed a mother and tried to get her to kill her children. It is a pretty creepy movie, with a lot of jump scares. It is scary for people who believe in ghosts and demons and such.

There were a few jump scares I didn't expect that made me clutch onto Jimin's arm. At this point, we were both comfortable next to each other. I was almost laying on him, but I kept myself away. Ah, fuck it.

I pull myself slowly, laying my head on his chest. He didn't expect it, so it made him jump a little, but he quickly hugged me around with his arm, letting me get comfortable.

'Is this okay?' I ask him

'I was hoping you'd do that earlier.' He says quietly. I can hear his heart racing under my ear, and I know it's not the movie as he's been watching it with a smile on his face.

'We can always watch another one.' I joke, but it's not really a joke. I want to stay like this.

'Okay.' His voice is very quiet, but he's hugging me a bit tighter. It feels almost as if he's holding back because he would crush me if he hugged me how he wants to.

The movie ended shortly after, but neither one of us moved. I put my arm around his waist, hugging him back, and my leg between his, so we're laying more comfortably.

He was stroking my hair with his other hand. He was breathing calmly, but his heart was still pounding away. I can't say mine was any different.

I started drawing little circles on his chest with my index finger, and he giggled.
'Are you ticklish?' I ask, lifting my head up to look at him

'Very. Please don't tickle me.' He warns me

I laugh pretending I'll tickle him  and he starts panicking.
'No, no, no. Please, please don't.' He is trying to grab my hand. He was already laughing, and I haven't even touched him yet. You know what. I might do it just for the fun of it.

I tickle him over his ribs, and he instantly pins me down to the bed under him. Maybe this is not as funny as I thought.

'Now what? He smirks 'I told you not to tickle me.' He puts his hand on my waist, but he doesn't do anything. He was just looking until my eyes

'S- sorry.' I mutter, unable to look away

He sighs heavily, 'I promised I wouldn't do anything to you. If I didn't, I'd be paying you back for that right now.' Honestly, I wouldn't mind that.

'That would be a bit much for a tickle, don't you think?' I can barely make out words

He leans in closer, brushing his nose against mine. He then slowly moved to the side, brushing his nose gently over my cheek. Just doing this much, and I'm struggling to breathe. He must have noticed and decided to torture me more. He leaned in completely, to the crook of my neck, brushing the tip of his nose in the side of my neck. I can't see what he's doing, but I feel hot breath making a little path from my ear, down do my throat. The hand he had on my waist is now pulling around the edge of my collar, revealing my skin.
I'm clearly struggling to stay calm. I want him to do so many things to me, but I know it's not a good idea. Even my hands are free, and I'm not stopping him.

Oh, shit.
I felt his lips barely graze my skin, leaving a little wet, hot trail. He must have licked his lips to make it feel like this. I might have exhaled a bit too loud, getting him all worked up.