Butterfly

17. The Tease

"Is Y/n here?"

I sit up at the voice, my eyes widening, and I hurry out of my room as I hear Sandra reply.

"Yeah, let me just - Y/N!"

"I'm right here." I stop at the end of the hallway, meeting Jimin's eyes, and his face relaxes into a smile.

"Do you still want to study today?"

I blink, not sure what he means, then he raises his eyebrows slightly and I get it. "Oh. Yeah, let me grab my bag."

Sandra watches me get my backpack. "I'm going out with Seokjin in half an hour, so I won't be here when you guys finish."

"That's fine. I'll order dinner and go to bed early. Have fun with hot doctor."

Sandra grins, rolling her eyes slightly, and I walk to where Jimin's waiting outside the door. Sandra closes it and I stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say, because we haven't really talked since I left the roof yesterday.

Jimin turns, uncharacteristically quiet as he opens his door, and I walk in first, setting down my backpack in the hall, turning as he closes the door behind us.

"How are you?"

Jimin turns, and he takes my waist in his hands, gently pressing me back against the wall as he chuckles softly, meeting my eyes. "Small talk doesn't suit you."

"I thought you were mad at me."

He raises an eyebrow, not moving from where his hips are pressed against mine, holding me against the wall. "I am?"

I nod, my arms moving to lace my fingers together behind his neck. "For yesterday."

Jimin shrugs. "Everyone's got secrets, babygirl."

I laugh lightly, my fingers moving to tangle in his hair. "What is that, a catchphrase?"

"Something like that," his voice is soft, low, as he leans down, pressing his lips against my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the skin. The corners of my lips curl up and I tug on his hair gently, pulling his head up so his lips can touch mine.

Jimin smirks slightly, pulling back. "Are you in a hurry?"

"No," I breathe the words, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his jaw, following the curve of his jawline. He chuckles, low in his chest, and his lips find mine, his tongue pressing its way into my mouth, hands moving to take mine, lacing my fingers with his and pressing them against the wall by my head, pinning me in place.

I pull away slightly and he lets out a low growl, his teeth catching my bottom lip, and I can't help a gasp, fitting my mouth to his again, feverish and hurried and pressing closer to him. He lets go of my hands, moving his to run down my sides, and I run my hands over his back, finding the hem of his shirt, then slipping my fingers under it, feeling the muscles move, his warm skin.

Jimin inhales, pulling away from my lips, and his eyes meet mine briefly before his hands travel to my thighs, lifting me, pressing me more tightly against the wall,  pinning me with his hips. I don't think, wrapping my legs around his hips, and a low groan leaves his lips as he presses even closer, his mouth fitting to mine again as I tighten my hold of his hips, feeling the way he shifts, moving against me, the friction making me gasp.

And we're stumbling back, until my back is flat against the couch, and Jimin's lips travel over my skin, my neck, my collarbone, his hands slipping under my shirt to run over my stomach, my hips, my chest. I run my fingers through his hair, loving the softness, and he presses a kiss to my collarbone, slower, sweeter.

The hurry fades, and I'm not quite sure how his shirt is off, or mine either, but as his kisses slow he lays his head against my neck, pressing a kiss to the divet at the base of my neck, nuzzling the skin. I can't help my smile, closing my eyes, just feeling the way my heart struggles to return to its normal rate, feeling how his races as well, where his chest rests against mine.

I run my hands over his back, his skin warm against my hands, and he shivers slightly, letting out a breath against my skin that makes my toes curl. We lie there, just breathing each other in, and finally Jimin shifts to press another kiss to my neck, slow, sweet.

"You smell amazing," he breathes the words against my skin, and I grin, my breathing unsteady still, gently running my fingers over the skin of his back, drawing tiny circles.

He lets out a breath and I run my fingernails lightly over his sides, tracing his shoulder blades, and he makes a soft sound, chuckling lightly against my neck.

"You can't do that."

The corners of my lips pull up at his voice, slow with content and drowsiness.

"Do what?"

Jimin smiles against my skin, his teeth nipping my neck gently.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman here."

I chuckle slightly, running my fingertips down his back again.

"I see no way this is gentlemanly."

Jimin pulls away to meet my eyes, his lips curling up at the corners. "I think it is, compared to what I want to do right now."

My breath catches in my throat and I stare up at him, breathless.

"What do you...want to do?"

He lets out a low chuckle, moving to press his lips against my neck again, his voice low, gravelly. "You wouldn't even know your own name when I'm done."

I close my eyes, the sound of his voice making my toes curl, my hands tense. His breath on my neck makes my breath catch in my throat, low vibrations spreading through out my whole body from where he speaks against the skin.

"I could take you right here," he breathes, his voice soft, gravelly.

"And you would just be asking for more."

I can't breathe, can't move as his lips press to my chest, his hands brushing the fabric of my bra.

"Your fingernails digging into my back..." He lets out a breath against my skin pressing his lips to where fabric meets skin, right on the edge of the lace, and I inhale, my back arching slightly.

"Those pretty lips saying my name..." His fingers run up my sides, tangling in my hair.

"Everyone would know what's happening," he breathes, his lips moving slowly, trailing kisses up to my collarbone again, moving away from the skin he's never touched, making me let out a soft sound.

Jimin chuckles slightly, pulling away.

I open my eyes, letting out a shaky breath, and he runs a thumb over my cheekbone, his eyes on mine.

"I won't." He whispers the words, inches away, and I can't move, can't speak.

The corners of his lips curl up, into that wicked grin, the tip of his tongue dampening his bottom lip.

"That's hardly a second date activity, is it?"

It takes me a minute to realize he's making fun of me, and I smack his chest, pushing him off of me onto the floor, and he laughs, his head thrown back, his eyes the happiest of half moons.

"Asshole," I huff slightly, reaching for my shirt, and Jimin grins at me, his eyes bright as he reaches out, gently pulling my shirt from my fingers, then tossing it across the room, moving back up to the sofa, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against his chest.

"No shirt yet?"

I struggle, laughing, and he doesn't let go, holding me tightly against his chest as I complain. "You think I'm going to cuddle with you after you were a jerk to me?"

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, and I relax, resting my head against his chest, smiling as I hear his heartbeat, as unsteady as mine.