Sweet Like Candy | p.jm ✔

| chapter 8 |*

"Taehyung?"

The dark figure, known as Kim Taehyung, started walking towards me. I tense up a bit, knowing he's coming my way.

He sits next to me, shivering a bit.

"Hi y/n. I seen you out here alone, so I figured I'll come out here with you," he says, looking in front of him.

"I just... wanted f-fresh air-r," I cough a bit, startling him.

"Are you getting a cold? Should you go inside? I'll go with you."

"NO. *cough* I meant n-no," I say, not looking at him.

Jimin's P.O.V

I hear y/n talking outside. Is she talking to someone? I peek through the small window by the front door. Who is that-?

I go outside, wanting to know who's talking to my y/n.

Your P.O.V

I hear the front door open. I look back, seeing Jimin step outside. My eyes widen, knowing I'm with a guy, and he'll probably try to fight him.

"Tae, get out of here, and like now. You don't wanna die do you?" I whisper to him.

He starts to get up, only to be grabbed by the shirt. I look up and see Jimin with fire in his eyes. Oh my god, if he kills him so help me god-

"What's your name?" Jimin asks, tightening his grip on Tae's shirt. "WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING NAME?"

"Taehyung," Tae says, folding his arms. I didn't expect to see him not flinch.

"Well, if you don't get out of here in about, now, so help me god," he says, staring at Tae.

Jimin let's go of Tae, his feet hitting in the ground. He shrugs his shoulders, walking away before turning half way around to face me.

"Call me," he whispers, turning back around to walk away.

I turn around to face Jimin standing beside me, "WHAT THE FUCK JIMIN? HE WASN'T GOING TO HURT ME FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

"It was for your own good. Now, let's watch a movie, shall we?" he asks, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.

We make our way to the living room. He turns on the TV, selecting a movie, my hand still in his while he stands in front of the TV.

He walks to the couch, dragging me with him. He sets me on his lap. He's a lot taller than me. I'm only 5'4, so he can still see over my head.

I fold my arms across my chest, still mad at what he did outside. He wraps his arms around me, locking me in place. I decide to punish him, so I wiggle around on his lap. I feel him go still, loosening his grip on me a bit. I feel his member grow hard underneath me. I grin, turning around to see his eyes wide, and is sweating.

I bounce a little on top of him. He grabs my hands, and places them in my lap. He lets go of my hands, putting his hands to the side of him.

I scoot further back on him, lifting one of my hands from my lap. I start to rub his hard, clothed member. He lets out a small moan. I turn my head around and see his head is thrown back.

I go down to the floor, and on to my knees. I unzip the zipper to his black pants. I want to feel his length in my mouth. Once I unzip his pants, I pull down his boxers, and his member springs to life.

I take him into my mouth, softly sucking. Jimin lets out small moans, throwing his head back in pleasure, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

I stop sucking, taking my mouth off, making a 'pop!' noise. He lifts me up by my arms to sit in his lap. He pulls off my shirt, tossing it. He un-clips my bra, throwing it to the side as well. He doesn't waste a moment to take one of my breasts into my mouth. I let out a small moan. He takes his teeth to my nipple, lightly biting on it. I let out a moan, putting my hands on his thighs.

I take off his shirt, throwimg it to the floor as well. I go down to the carpeted floor, dragging him down with me. We roll on the floor a bit before he rolls on top of me. I take off his pants, him taking mine off afterwards as well. He slides off his underwear, throwing them to the side, along with mine. He makes sure to grab a condom because, pr0t3cti0n. He hands the condom to me. I tear the foil, taking the condom out and sliding it on his length.

He takes no time in putting his entire length in me. I put my hands on his back, digging my nails into his skin. He starts to thrust, going in and out. We both are a moaning mess. I can feel a familiar feeling in my stomach, signaling I'm reaching my point. His thrusts begin to become sloppy as he begins to reach his high as well. We came together, both breathing heavy. He pulls out and takes off the condom, standing up to take it to the trash.

Jimin picks me up from off of the floor, taking me upstairs with him. Once we reach my room, he sets me down on my bed. He slides in to bed with me, putting the white covers over us both.

"Do you regret it?" he asks, turning to face me.

I turn to look at him as well, "Regret what?"

"Everything involving me."

I think for a bit, thinking about how he makes me feel. How he made me feel these past few weeks.

"No," I say, scooting closer to him.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer, "Me either."

I smile to myself, knowing he most likely feels the same.

(SKJS. i've been sick, :(  therefore I haven't been able to update. anyways, i hope you enjoyed this chapter. i'm sorry if it wasn't the best. i always feel uncomfortable while writing smut, but enjoy reading books with a bit of smut. i feel as if smut adds to the story more, i guess. also, people enjoy books more of they contain smut, or are more likely to read books with smut. i get that way too. teehee. okay. my time here is done. i will most likely publish another chapter soon. but, for now, ✌)