𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 𝐏𝐉𝐌

Something Strange

- Something Strange -

ALAYA

Jimin's hot breath fanned and shivered over my naked back. The sensation sent strings of current sparking down my spine.

I clutched the blankets at my chest tightly, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin. I was fully exposed under the burning gaze of my newly wedded husband, and his attention was all on me.

The candle lights flickered around, enveloping the entire bedroom in spheres of multiple golden-yellow spotlights above the maroon-painted walls.

"These look bad..you shouldn't sleep on your back tonight" he whispered as he saw the scars. His murmur fell into my ears like a sensual melody. His thick, and ironically, extremely gentle fingers touched my bare body.

I flinched, and straightened my back, not used to such skin-to-skin touch. The air suddenly grew so much heavier, so much warmer, and so much more tense.

He inhaled sharply, so I slowly turned my head over my shoulder. I met his gaze and found his pupils darkening at that.

There was so much intensity in those orbs.

"..I promised I won't do anything more than putting ointment on your scars." He reminded me, but he looked like he was trying hard not to go against his words.

Please do something more than that, I thought and immediately blushed hard at my illicit desires.

What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this?

Jimin kept looking into my eyes, still asking for permission. His prolonged stare made my stomach tight.

More than anything else, a growing ache between my thighs began to distract me, clouding my senses, as his warm palms hovered above my skin.

"Don't worry...I trust you" I said, gulping down the lump in my throat. The truth was; I couldn't trust myself right now.

Somehow, and strangely enough, I wanted to fall into his arms and embrace him as tightly as possible immediately. The tension made the urge grow by the minute.

"Try not to flinch, then" he mumbled, tearing off his gaze from mine. His fingers picked up some of the ointment from the small circular container before they carefully touched my wounds.

I bit my bottom lip to avoid making a gasp at the coldness, facing the front. My heart began to drum against my chest.

Out of the blue, I felt Jimin's lips hover above my spine, a warm puff of air escaping his mouth as he blew over the scars. My breathing hitched.

Lord..I want to touch him so bad.

It grew harder and harder to sit still. I hugged the covers to my front. My palms grew sweaty from the nervousness.

His fingertips continued to trail down my spine, curing the wounds at different spots. We sat in complete silence, feeling as if the time had slowed down tonight.

A few hot minutes passed, our matched breathing being the only sound in it.

"Mmm.." he let out, I felt his eyes drill holes into my exposed back. He examined the wounds a little more before he continued, "It's done."