"Why do you make me feel this this way? You're not supposed to."
"Baby, I could make you feel even better."
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One hour ago
''What did he do?'' His eyes looking at you intensely.
''He licked me...down there.'' You answer shyly.
You freeze as Jimin gently grabs your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. He was standing close, though the only part of him that was touching you was his palms.
Until his lips pressed against yours, and your eyes widened in surprise. You take a step back, and Jimin looks at you with that same startled look on his face.
"What did you just do?" you ask, heart beating out of your chest.
He wets his lips, and his features turn apologetic. "I kissed you."
Now, there were many moments you could point out as having shaped your life. The moment you had decided to talk to the man in front of you now, the moment Jimin had opened his door to you and you had stepped into his apartment for the first time to meet his mother, into his life. The day you had graduated college, and before that, the day you had graduated high school. Small moments – big moments, maybe – that had formed the mosaic of your past, and shaped you into being who you were today, into being where you were today. And maybe that was it: they had been slowly forming the mosaic of this moment with Jimin, if you chose to let him in.
And just like the sun hitting the mosaic at the perfect angle, you knew you couldn't step away.
"Do it again", you say, breathlessly, and a hundred emotions seemed to move in Jimin's gaze before he grabbed your face, pulling you into the kiss.
You explode with colors, bright and warm like an early fall afternoon, and you kiss him back, your hands resting flat against his chest, feeling the quick beat of his heart under your right palm. Your left hand slid up to the nape of his neck as one of his moves to your waist, pulling you ever so closer, right as he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss.
Park Jimin is definitely a professional in the arts of love. And maybe he is, or he just has far more experience than you do. Or perhaps it is just that you have been waiting for him all this time, and he for you. ''I don't care about what he did. I'm gonna make you feel way better than he did.''
Jimin gently bits at your bottom lip, tongue darting out to soothe the ache as a breathy sound falls from your mouth, only to be swallowed by his. It seems to do something to him, that sound, because next thing you knew he was pulling you closer to the couch.
He sits as soon as the back of his legs hits the furniture, once again manspreading, and this time you climb on the throne that was his lap, straddling him. You join your lips again, sealing the deal. Because that is what it feels like – as if you are making a deal with the devil.
Jimin is too good to be true, and too good to be yours.
The thought sparks some sense in your lust-filled mind, and you pull away, breathing heavily as your gaze meets his. He looks startled, lips a little swollen by the ministration of your mouth against his. By the fact you have been kissing, lost in the moment, just a few seconds ago.
