The afterglow

Chapter 7

He throws me against the alley wall and I feel his large hands bracing my sides, Lips enveloping my own. As he kisses me with tongue and teeth, a worry nags at the back of my head. I'll be missing Seokjin's performance. A movement snaps me away from the thought, Chanyeol's leg slips in between my own. I can sense his teeth on my neck and they graze it teasingly, A low hum eliciting from me. The man runs his fingers along the markings that paint up and down across all of my reviled skin, looking up at me with alluring eyes. I can tell that I am near shaking but I hold myself still, Closing my eyes when his mouth presses against my ear. "Let's go back to my place, Jimin."

I follow him to what I believe is his car, eyeing my reflection in the sleek blackness. During the car ride he had his hand on my inner thigh, gently running a thumb along it occasionally. My heart raced and thumped loudly onto the sternum, Anxiety pouring into my stomach as we neared his house. Once we pull into his drive way I immediately jump out of the car, rushing up to his front door and waiting for him to unlock it. He slowly approaches me with the key in hand and quickly jiggles the key inside the lock, opening the door and tugging me inside.

Upon entering the home, I am pushed against a wall. I open my mouth and Chanyeol's tongue moves against mine, I force a moan and buckle up to him. His hips meet my own and I hear him suck in breath, pulling away to nibble my ear lobe and then slip his fingers through my own, pulling me down the hall. I can't help but linger my eyes and look at the pictures that decorate the hallway, seeing this man and one other. They are smiling and the smaller of the two is laced around his arms, leaning into him happily. Pain pangs in my heart when I notice the wedding rings the two are wearing, my attention turning to the hand that is holding my own. It is no where to be seen.

Chanyeol throws me onto the bouncy mattress, crawling on top of me seductively. I widen my legs and allow him to slide through them, His sturdy arms perched bedside my shoulders as he sucks my bottom lip harshly while grinding down. I release a moan and grip at the back of his shirt, pressing my body against Chanyeol's. He lets out a breathy sigh and sits up, I instinctively wrap my thick legs around his waist as he unbuttons his pin-stripped shirt. Eventually he gets the silky clothing off of himself, revealing a toned and defined chest/torso. He grins at me as I move to lean against the head board, my hands slowly removing the material that braced my upper body.

I cringe when the shirt is completely off, Allowing the man to see the markings that bloomed brightly on my skin. His finger tips trace each one smoothly, his eyes peering down at me fiercely."Jimin, why don't you take your pants off yah?" He suggests lowly, and I feel scared at how quickly he embraced the scars and bruises. I do as he says, wiggling out of the tight leather paints and then wait for him to undress himself.

We sit in only underwear, He pulls me into
His lap. I shake as I feel his hardness against my bottom, and now his lips are pressed to my own. I kiss back relentlessly, nervous that he would figure out that I wasn't truly interested in sleeping with him. My tongue twists with his and he moans a bit when I roll my pelvis down, his strong hands squeezing my squishy hips. "Lay down on your stomach baby" he orders hoarsely, I push off of him and plop down onto
The overly soft mattress. Chanyeol bites his lip and arches my back forcefully, his large hands tugging up my groin.

The man places open mouthed kisses down my spine, sending shivers across my skin. He bites down into the doughy skin that is to the left of my waist band, removing my underwear while
Doing so. I feel tears prick my eyes, regret stinging my organs. Chanyeol mouths at both of my ass cheeks and I quiver, The man licking at me. "P-Please..." I sputter, feeling him probe at my rim. He takes it as encouragement to go further, but what I want to say is 'Please stop.'