Yeri's POV
I turn around and see Jay standing mere inches away from me as he stares into my eyes. "You're a cliche", I tell him as I try walking away.
My moves are slow and not coordinated at all. He has to catch me before I fall down. He's warm against my cold skin. And then my cheeks flush, I want to turn away my head but he keeps my gaze a hostage. My heart is beating fast again, this guy is not good for my health. I'm sure he can feel my heart and he gives me a heartbreaking smile.
"How come?" he asks me. It takes me a while to remember what I just said like 10 second ago.
"Always reciting your own lyrics", I barely whisper.
"I thought you weren't a fan? How come you know the lyrics to almost all my songs?" he asks me as he pulls me up.
Suddenly I'm against his chest and my mind goes all blank. I can't even answer his simple question. When did I turn into this stupid girl? He just makes my mind go crazy every time he's near. Thinking is nearly impossible when he looks at me like that. My hands are on his chest and I let them travel up. They stop at the base of his neck. He looks at them and smiles a little.
"What are you trying to do?" He asks as he tilts his head to the side.
I can't speak, my tongue is thick. There's a lump in my throat as a cold sweat breaks out. Is the alcohol really taking his toll? Or is it just Jay who is being intoxicating? I wonder...
"Lost your tongue? Want me to find it for you?" he asks as he is suddenly very close, face to face.
His breath is on my lips and I can't breathe again. I need to remember to breathe or the same thing as last time will happen. Was it really earlier this evening? It doesn't feel like it.
"I take that as a yes." I hear his whisper as his lips come crashing down on mine.
He used to be very gentle but now he's pressing. His lips are hard against mine as he pushes me back against the nearest wall. I grab on to his collar so I won't fall. That makes me able to pull myself closer towards him. My body is moving on instinct, I don't have any control anymore. His hands are on my hips as he pulls me up so I can put my legs around his waist. The way he picks me up is so easy, like I don't weigh a thing. My legs pull him closer as I feel his tongue on my bottom lip. He's waiting for his opportunity. I give him one as soon as I can and our tongues are intertwined. Our kiss is hot and makes my heart beat even faster. It's the best and most sexy kiss I've ever had in my life. My hands travel down his chest as I tug on his shirt.
He gets the hint and takes it off in one swift pull. The only downside to it is that we have to break our kiss. But it does give me the time to take him in. Jay is always half naked on stage, god knows he's confident about his body. But seeing it in this intimate setting gives me the shivers. My hands trace over his chest and stomach as I watch them do so. When I look back up I see him staring at me, his pupils are dilated and nearly black. His mouth is open a little and I lean in to kiss him this time. My kiss is sloppy and anyone could tell I'm intoxicated. But I feel strangely sober. He kisses me back immediately while his hands travel to my butt. He gives it a squeeze and pulls back. "God, I love your butt," is all he says before we kiss again.
His hands then travel up my arms, taking them with him. Soon my arms are above my head where he keeps them locked. One hand keeps them in place while his other one goes back down to my chest. He first strokes my breast softly, but that soon makes way for a hard squeeze. I don't even mind how hard he's being, I even like it. For some reason it's the way I imagined him being, wished he'd be. His hand then travels underneath my dress and cups my breast as he strokes his thumb over my nipple. A low moan escapes my mouth and he cocks his head up to me. A wide grin is plastered across his face as he bends down to kiss my neck. My neck is the most sensitive area of my body next to down there. He seems to realize that as he hears my whimpers. His kisses are wet and hot against my skin.
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Fresh Air (Jay Park) COMPLETED
FanfictionYeri is a 25 year old girl. She loves photography and turning tables at the club. One night she meets someone who widens her perspective on life. But what does she have to hide? *WARNING: SMUT AHEAD*
