An Old Friend ✔️

NINETEEN

"Mmmmnnn. Jin." I breathed. 

"Hmmmm." 

"You're gunna...ah!" 

He sucked particularly hard against the sensitive spot on my neck, and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. My legs were tangled with his, one of my hands were pinned up above my head with our fingers laced together. My other hand rested on the top of his arm, and his other hand was resting on my collarbone, holding me down. 

He grinded into me hard, my clit throbbing from the friction of our bodies. His lips were leaving hot, wet heavy kissing down my neck, his tongue lapping at my skin between puckers. 

How did this happen? 

We had just finished dinner with Namjoon and Yoongi, and they were saying goodnight after we sat outside for a while. Then we ended up...making out on the couch? 

What? 

What are we, teenagers? 

"Mmm, Jin." 

"What is it?" he asked out of breath between kisses. 

"W-we should...oh god...we should stop." 

"Why?" 

"I don't...um...know." 

He chuckled agianst my skin and traced his kisses back up my neck to capture my lips. He slowed down his movements, and took his time with this kiss. His fingers unclenched from between mine and he slowly dragged the tips of them down the skin of my forearm. Goosebumps scattered my skin at such a gentle touch. When his hand reached my neck and pushed forward and his fingers curled around the back of my head holding me softly. 

He finally pulled his lips from mine but stayed close. His thumbs were moving back and forth softly, and I struggled to breath properly. His kiss had my head swimming, and I had to blink a few times for my vision to clear up. 

I was panting lightly, and when I looked up to Jin he was grinning from ear to ear. I smiled at him as his fingers moved to trace the shell of my ear. 

"What were you saying?" 

"Mmmmm." I started closing my eyes. "I don't remember." 

He laughed at me and planted a kiss on my jaw. "You said something about stopping." He kissed me again just under my ear making me shiver again.

"Right." I smiled. "I don't remember why though." 

He chuckled with me and laid his head on my chest. "Maybe something to do with waiting for our date tomorrow." 

"Probably." I replied. I lifted my hand and started to brush my fingers through his hair again. I let out a sigh and relaxed back into the couch until I felt him squirm. "You okay?" 

"Yeah." He grunted. "Just got a little excited." 

I giggled. "Oh really?" 

"Well when you have a sexy brunette under you making the noises you were making...it happens." 

"That's what Namjoon says." 

He lifted his head then moved to lift his body a few inches above me as well. "Well he's a smart guy. Should I leave?" 

I moved my hand to trace over his lips before letting out a sigh. "Maybe, but I don't want you to." 

"You don't?" He grinned. 

I shook my head. "Not really." 

"Hmmm." he hummed resting his chin on the heel of his hand, his elbow on the back of the couch. "That is some pickle you are in."