Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

28 (M)

This chapter is not for the faint of heart!

If you're uncomfortable with:

🤬 Vulgar language
🍑🍼 Raw smut

Please proceed with caution-or better yet, stay away. 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️

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Jimin's POV's

I yanked on Hyungie's damn shirt, dragging him in so close my heart was ready to pop out of my chest. My top slid up a bit, and holy shit, my belly was on display! I couldn't help but giggle, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. My head was resting on his chest, and I sneaked a peek at his face, completely spellbound by how freaking handsome he was.

The air in the car was freezing, but I was so damn close to Hyungie that I didn't give a crap. I shivered a bit, like some needy puppy, and my heart was racing like I was all jittery inside. My little nips were all perky and shiny, and I couldn't help but let out a giggle, even though I was feeling a bit embarrassed.

Hyungie's fingers traced along my jaw, so soft and tender, before he cupped my cheek gently.

"You look so cute, babe," he whispered, and my heart did an actual flip-flop. My face burned with heat, and I was rooted to the spot, feeling like my entire world had tilted off its axis. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, and before I could even gather my thoughts, his lips were on mine, kissing me like he couldn't wait another second.

I gasped, my eyes going wide, totally surprised. But I opened my lips without thinking, and suddenly we were kissing, our tongues moving together, like we were at a party, just having fun.

I wasn't even sure how to fucking react. I could feel his damn hands sliding down my back, and then-holy shit-his hands were on my ass, squeezing me so hard I could barely catch my breath. He yanked me in tighter, and I could feel something hard digging into my thigh, and my face was burning like hell. I was super embarrassed, but I just couldn't stop.

When he finally pulled back, his hands were still blazing on my waist, keeping me steady, and I felt like my entire body was still buzzing from that kiss. I looked up at him, my heart pounding so loud in my ears that I thought for sure he'd hear it.

You're trembling," he said softly, his voice warm and comforting, like I was safe in his arms. He didn't let go. His hands stayed on me, making me feel like everything was going to be okay.

"Want to hear a story?" he asked, and I couldn't help but nod, curiosity piqued.

"A story?" I whispered, staring up at him like an idiot, totally mesmerized by whatever bullshit was about to spill from his mouth.

He flashed a grin that made my insides go all mushy. Once upon a time, in a world where Heaven and Hell were separated by a fragile veil, there was a Devil-dark and full of shadows. His wings were black as night, and his heart, heavy with sins, had long stopped feeling.

He was an assassin, a creature of darkness, the keeper of the abyss. His world was filled with endless darkness, and he believed that this was his fate-that there was nothing beyond the shadows, nothing but the cold, bitter truth of his existence.

Then, one day, he met an Angel. She was sweet, pure, and bright-everything his dark world wasn't. Her wings shimmered with the soft glow of Heaven, and her smile held the warmth of the sun. She was fragile, yet there was a fire in her eyes that made him feel alive again. She had entered his world, a world where darkness threatened to consume everything, but she shined as the light he never thought he deserved.