One the fifth day after our return, I sat quietly on the couch in my living room, laptop propped on my lap and one Park Jimin's head on my shoulder.
Things were quiet around on my working-from-home-days, but the invasion from a certain dangerously black-haired man disrupted the calm.
In the four days I'd been home, Jimin had already visited twice, arriving at my residence after practice at the building and leaving in the late hours of the night to avoid suspicion. I didn't know what we were and I didn't care just yet.
"Here, what do you think of this?" I asked, tilting my laptop to show him the designs of the next series of pictorials.
A low hum resonated beside me as he nuzzled into my neck.
"Jimin, oh my god, you're not even paying attention," I flinched, "I told you I had to work and you offered to help and now you're just-"
"I am," he claimed, nuzzling deeper, "did you know you have a little birth mark right here on your neck?"
"Forget about that, do you like this or not?" I grew agitated. No play during worktime!
"Like? I love this spot here. Definitely a favorite," he whispered, kissing and softly sucking on one spot on my neck.
I wanted to reprimand him a little and get him to pay attention, but I was losing my train of thought thanks to his little expedition along my neck.
"Jimin..." I trailed off.
"So beautiful," he whispered to himself, grazing the now-sensitive skin.
His hand clasped the other side of my neck as he sucked hard now, leaving a trail of hot, wet pastures on my neck. I made some sort of sound and sunk into the couch as he pushed my laptop shut and moved it off my lap. The next thing I knew, I was placed on his lap, straddling him as he advanced his journey downward. I let my head fall backward and his hand swiftly brought me back, "eyes on me, doll."
I breathed heavily as I struggled to fulfil his directive. I trembled as his fingers ran along the skin underneath my top and swiftly yanked it over my head. I grabbed his face in my hands, needing to feel his soft, plump lips play with mine, letting my fingers travel into long, soft hair. He lifted me up gently, angling us better on the couch.
"the bedroom is right there," I whispered, breathlessly.
"I know," he answered, pulling off his soft white shirt, "but I want it now."
My breath softly agreed. Go ahead.
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Running In Circles // pjm.
Fanfiction"I want... I- stay. I want you to stay," I stuttered the words, admitting them softly. "You come by and then you leave. You don't stay. You don't stay with me. So I want-" He stormed onto me, taking my face in his hands and assaulting my lips with h...
