MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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First thing I did coming out of the room was take a deep breath.
All those damn chemicals are annoying, but it's the frigging mask that does it. It's so stuffy and hard to breathe in it.

Second thing I did was lose the breath I got back.

Jimin wasted no time in pinning me up against the wall and taking it all away. Like a madman, he devoured me with his lips and hands. His tongue lashing against mine, becoming so aggressive that I lost all control. His hands roaming over my body, pulling and gripping wherever he could touch. All I could do was hold onto him, tighten my legs around his waist, and give into him.

He pulled away, panting, his eyes dark and wild, but a blinding smile spread on those perfect lips. 'You are absolutely magnificent.'

'I thought I'd scare you at least a little.' I tease

'Oh, baby, you didn't just scare me. You absolutely terrified me.' He breathed heavily, pressing himself against me

'But you love me for it, don't you?' I breathe out

'Absolutely fucking worship you.' He cursed out, taking away my breath once again

We must have been in an asylum in at least one of those lives he keeps talking about. I just cooked a man alive, and he's kissing me for it.

Slowly, and very unwillingly, he pulled away from the desperate kiss, only to switch it for gentle kisses. Softly, barely even grazing my lips with his own, he captured them one by one, then simply brushed his lips over mine a few times until a blinding smile spread across them.

His eyes kept tracing my face as if he's seeing me for the first time. His hand holding my face like he's holding his entire world on his palm. And his heart slamming into his chest, banging against my palm resting on it. 

'I don't know whether to kiss you into oblivion and spend the night promising you my eternal love, or to rip your clothes to shreds, bend you over the bed, and fuck you until your legs fail to hold you up and your lips wear out my name.'

His husky murmur sent my insides on fire, and now my heart is sledging in my chest like his in his own. 'I do kind of miss your rough side.' I murmur back at him, hoping to god he keeps his word

He's been nothing but heavenly gentle since I've come back. He hasn't done a thing wrong or rushed and pushed into anything. And even if he flirted with me and "threatened" to do a lot of things, he never once tried. He was probably scared of putting me through even a spec of what I've gone through. He was testing my limits, but he never went over them, and when he thought he had, he would panic. But there is not need for panic anymore.

I thought all those feelings of guilt and shame would hold me in their grasp for a long time, maybe for the rest of my life, but with him, with his love, they let go so fast that I didn't realize that I wasn't in their hold anymore. I will never forget the things that happened to me. I will never be able to forget the feelings and fears, and I know nightmares will come back at times, but I know that no matter what happens, he will always pull me out. Because that's what we do. We save each other.

'If that's what you want, all you have to do is say so. You want me to be gentle; I will smother you in kisses and touches. You want me to be rough; I'll tie you up and leave my prints on your skin. You want me to get down on my knees and beg for a taste? God damn it baby, I will grovel like no man ever had. Your wish is my command.'

And there goes my mind and my heart, and there goes my soul, just pouring into his hands. God, the things this man does to me.

Barely able to make words, I tugged on his lips and whispered on them, letting my breath warm them. 'You're driving me insane.'