Park Jimin's shadow side is one of jealousy, possessiveness, and rage. If you think about it, it's a terrifying side.... but at the same time, incredibly sexy. What happens when someone brings it all out in the same night? Detailed smut ahead, you...
I could feel him smile against my skin. "Good. You're not a shy girl anyways. You said you've always been a tough girl, right? Show me." I felt his hands reach lower and lower down my backside.
Just before they reached their goal, I pushed him backward. He had a look of mischief on his face. I pushed him until he let himself fall back on my couch. He continued to smirk at me as he laid himself back, lifting his head backward and casting me a downwards glance. His lips were pinker and bigger than usual.
His legs were spread wide on the couch in front of me. I hovered myself over him in between them, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look sideways. I ran a finger down his neck, over his Adam's apple, and snuck it inside the collar of his shirt.
"Why are you being so moody today?" I teased him.
He chuckled and answered, "Me? You're the one who was just crying, and now what are you doing?"
I came close to his ear to whisper, "Teaching you a lesson. You asked for a tough girl, didn't you?" He swallowed his spit then, the hairs on the back of his neck standing.
"You might regret this later," I offered my final chance to back down. He locked eyes with me, his face still turned sideways in my grip. He didn't say anything, just looked at me with a seriousness I now knew well. It was a look that warned me not to doubt him.
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I wrapped my thighs on either side of him on the couch, straddling his lap. Pulling his hair back against the couch sharply, revealing his full neck. I hovered myself over him and kissed him hungrily. His fingers ran themselves up my thighs to rest on my ass. His hands danced across it, making circles like he was rubbing a genie's lamp. I could feel a self-satisfied smile on his lips while we kissed.
I grew more and more impatient, breaking the kiss to finally lift his shirt over his head. I took a second to admire him. Jimin looked like a thin boy, but his muscles were well defined. He was petite, but his muscles suited his body well. His chest wasn't as tall or thick as most other men's, but I could see a square shape to his pecks that proved he's no lazy man.
I ran my palms across his skin, feeling his muscles tense as I traveled further down. Fingers found their way over his tattoos, in between his abs, and back up to his collarbone. I interlaced them behind his neck and made eye contact again. He looked up at me with a partially opened mouth and what could only be described as bedroom eyes.
I kissed him again and let my hips lower themselves onto his lap. Without having to think about it, my body began rolling against his, grinding against his crotch. His grip on my cheeks tightened in rhythm with my rolls. He sat up straighter and adjusted his grip, lifting both of us off the couch. I wrapped my legs around his torso, his arms wrapping themselves around me as he carried me to the only other room in my apartment; my bedroom.
