ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where he has a crush on her pt.4 (PJM)

She was standing right in front of him.

Goodness, she looked so mesmerizing. Her face was so pure and clear and everything that represented perfection. Plump lips, much like his, a cute button nose and eyes that you'll never forget. Her face was cute and yet mature, her eyes down-casted to her toes.

Jimin felt his chest heave as he finally drew in a breath. Like he'd been frozen in time and the need to breathe had vanished because she was there, sufficing for him.

Her small feet point towards each other, like a cute little girl when she's nervous, next to them her black lace panties lie in a heap. Yellow sweater paws having swallowed her hands, which fumble with each other. Her warm yellow hoodie draped over her luscious caramel thighs, they were supple and looked soft to the touch. They were adorned with thigh high translucent tights, just barely meeting the hem of her hoodie. Her collar was exposed, looking smooth and crisp and delicious.

Jimin felt the heat blooming, starting in his face and neck, migrating to his hands and gut. Her face wasn't hidden by any black coils of hair, tied into the most adorable messy bun at the top of her head.

Jimin shifts from where he sits, recognizing that he was sitting in his desk chair. He grips the handles to contain himself. Hazel lifts her delicate gaze, innocence in her eyes, piercing his soul as they bore into his lustful gaze. "Jimin?" She whispered, she having pronounced it exactly as a Korean would.

Her arms drop to her sides, the sleeves dangling as she nervously glanced at him. "A-Are you sure about this?" She whispered. "How come you want me?" Her emphasis on the last word solidified her point.

"I don't know." He admitted under his breath. There was a tug at his heart, like she was a magnet and he was the scrap metal. He felt his body gravitating towards hers. Feeling hotter and hotter, like his core itself was a burning furnace.

Her eyes never left his, she held them, her thin little fingers poking out of her sleeves as she fumbled with them. "D-Do you really like me, Minnie?"

His heart faltered.

He felt himself nod, like an automatic response to the question he didn't know the answer to - or, a question he didn't like the answer to. This shouldn't be happening. It wasn't okay. It just couldn't be, simple as that.

But damn did it feel so fucking right. He's on his feet, advancing toward her. His body didn't stop moving, and she fell back onto his bed, watching him with bright eyes. Something in him craved that innocence. He was lusting for it, like it had to be something that he took. His and only his.

"Do you want me this much? To be yours?" His breath hitched, and his arms trap her head, set firmly on his mattress, either side of her. She had so much trust in her gaze.

He leaned closer, tasting a word on his tongue. His inner being was terrified of what it was, but his conscious and desire had taken over, and it whispered a firm "Yes."

He could feel his lips on her soft ones, she tasted like cocoa. Maybe it was the chapstick. His arm tucks beneath the small of her back, he lets his weight ease down on top of her. Her thighs brush against his waist, as he was well between them.

He heard her soft whimper when he moved his hips into her. Jimin didn't recognize himself, he could see his reflection in her eyes. He felt her move her pelvis slightly into his, and began to succumb to the overwhelming pressure he felt. He crawls further onto the bed, watching her rest her head on his pillow. He felt his lips brush her jaw, and beneath him, her breath hitched.