You Take My Breath Away - ON HIATUS

Chapter 4 - Smoother Than A Fresh Jar Of Skippy.

A/N - hiiiii people/the one person who reads this lmao. hope you're all having a fandabbydocious day. message me if you need anything, im always here to help, and ask me any questions at all. i might even do a little q and a if that's something you might be interested in. anyway, read the fucking chapter lmao

Our lips locked together almost instantly. An involuntary small moan escaped my mouth as Jimin lightly tugged on my bottom lip, making him smirk and hold the side of my face. With his lips still against mine, he began unbuttoning his silk shirt. Fuck, if he could not.
“Yoong, you gotta be quiet.” He breathed out with a small chuckle.
“Shut up and kiss me.” I begged, pulling him back in desperately. He chuckled, pushing me over onto my back and holding my arms above me. He was practically hovering over me.
“Do you want me, pup?” He asked, his hair falling in front of his eyes.
“Please, Sir.” I begged, clenching my fists.
“Mm, what would you do to prove your love for me, Yoongi?” He asked, kissing my jaw teasingly. I swallowed hard, letting my head roll back.
“A-anything, Sir.” I whispered. He trailed his index finger up and down my pale chest.
“Anything? Would you kill someone for me?”
“Y-yes.” I swallowed harshly.
“Think about what you’re saying, Yoongi.” He whispered, trailing his hands up and down my arms.
“I would, Sir. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” He smirked, admiring the marks he left on my pale skin.
“Do you want to finish this off somewhere a bit more private? A bit more soundproof?” He suggested with a small smirk. I opened my eyes and nodded, practically begging him. “Mm, wait till next weekend then, sweetheart.” He smiled before moving off me. The fucking dick!
“W-What?!” I asked in disbelief.
“You seriously think you’ve got me? Just like that? No, you need to prove your loyalty first. And anyway, that stunt you pulled on the roof deserves punishment.” He frowned. I groaned before getting up to go to the bathroom.
“I don’t think so.” Jimin chuckled, walking in front of the door.
“What are you doing, Jimin? Move, I need to pee.” I sighed.
“Yeah, and I’m Donald J Trump.” He scoffed, crossing his arms.
“I will piss all over you if you don’t move.”
“Ooh, kinky little fuck aren’t you?” He smirked. I frowned, not fully knowing what he was on about.
“Huh?”
“You’re telling me you’ve never heard of a Golden Shower?” He whispered. I shook my head.
“No, what’s that?”
“Ooh, you don’t want to know.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

Eventually, he moved out of the way. I was a quarter of the way through brushing my teeth when I felt two arms wrap around my waist and lips pressed against my neck. My heart beat increased and my breath hitched.
“You’re a fucking asshole.” I groaned, mumbling around the toothbrush with a small smirk. Jimin snorted, nibbling at my shoulder.
“Is that what you’d sound like if you were sucking-”
“Stop it.” I smirked, jabbing him in the side lightly before spitting out the toothpaste and taking a drink of water. Jimin chuckled before leaving to the front room. I waited for a few moments before venturing into the same place. On the way, I grabbed Mr Snuggles. Jimin rose an eyebrow as he took off his pyjama pants before sliding under the thick feather duvet.
“Don’t judge me, Park.” I scowled.
“Not judging, sweetie. Just admiring your cuteness.” He sighed contently.
“Have you had a relationship before?” I asked, closing my eyes.
“Mm, never long term. You?”
“Nope. Never had a relationship before.” I admitted with a small smile. I opened my eyes to find that Jimin propped himself on his elbows.
“Seriously? You’re joking.”
“Unfortunately not.” I shrugged.
“Fuck.” He whispered. He closed his eyes, knitting his eyebrows together.
“Right, okay. But surely you’ve lost your virginity?” A blush rose on my cheeks.
“N-no.” I muttered out, embarrassed to admit such a thing.
“Jesus Christ, I’m going to have to be careful with you, Yoongi.” He shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Jimin.” I apologised. He placed his hand on my cheek.
“There’s nothing to apologise about, Yoongs. You’ll know when you need to apologise. I’ll be sure to let you know.” He murmured, softly stroking the side of my face. “It makes you all the more innocent. Don’t you agree, Mr Snuggles?” He smirked.
“Ugh, you’re so annoying, Jimin.” I groaned, with a huge grin on my face.
“C’mere.” He disciplined, holding his arms open. I wriggled over to his open arms, a grin still plastered on both of our faces. Once my head was resting against his chest, both of us relaxed. He kissed my forehead multiple times, affectionately, passionately, protectively.
“I nearly lost you tonight, Yoongi. It would have destroyed me if anything had happened to you.” Jimin whispered.
“Really?” I mumbled in return, tears beginning to pool in my eyes again.
“Yes, Yoongi. You don’t realise how much you actually mean to me. I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before. I’ve had feelings for you from the first day I laid eyes on you. The scars on your arms and stomach, they’re beautiful. I’m sorry that traumatic events meant that you’ve had to inflict pain on yourself in such a way but I am so fucking glad you made it through. No matter what happens, Min Yoongi, I’m going to be here for you.” He whispered. I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
“Oh my God, Jimin.” I whispered. He smiled, tears filling his eyes as well. He wiped my tears away, swallowing hard.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re gonna set me off. Tomorrow, we’ll go out. Name somewhere you wanna go and we’ll go. We could go to a vineyard. I’ve got cars, chauffeurs, planes. Wherever you want, Yoongi, we’ll go. Money isn’t an object.” He muttered tearfully.
“Anywhere as long as it’s with you, Sir.” I whispered, putting my head back on his chest.