Confinement [Completed]

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Jimin's arms were my haven, the only place in the world I believe I was secure. I buried my face into his chest and only when I could hear the rhythm of his heart beating, I could muster up my courage to formulate a few words,

"Jimin I am scared, I felt like someone was there with me in the bathroom" I confessed my body still trembling like a leaf against the wind.

Jimin scooped me up in his arms and ambled towards the bed and carefully laid me down. In three years of him taking care of me, there was numerous time, I would break down without any reason, scream and cry at one moment and laugh like a madman the very next therefore he took it as one of my episodes however only I knew it was not.

Taking another towel, he helped me dry my hair speaking in a gentle voice.

"Tia, no one is here except for us," He gave me a pitying look, believing it was just one of my paranoia and though I wanted to make him understand that it wasn't, I couldn't put them into clear words.

"But there was...I felt..." I trailed off as my voice cracked, the feeling of something warm and soft that I touched in the darkness was still lingering on my finger making me sure that it was not one of my delusion

"It's okay Tia, I am here, I will protect you" with that he moved closer and placed a kiss on my lips.

We were not lovers however we were not just friends as well. To be in a relationship scared me but living with Jimin somehow had blurred the lines of personal space between us. We had eventually grown past the boundaries that once our friendship held.

Jimin pulled over his grey sweater and tossed it to the ground then kissed me but this time it was more intense than before. With the kiss, he stirred me a little behind and then hover on top of me. I understood his intention, he wanted to calm me down and divert my mind into something else. Plus it wasn't something unusual for us to be intimate as it was one of the ways Jimin would make me feel protected.

To give him access to my body, I removed the towel wrapped around me and ran my fingers through his blond hair. I helped him out of the jeans freeing his member which was already hard and twitching to feel me bare. Jimin dipped down to lick my sensitive folds and as soon as his lips touch my bundle of nerves the previous experience seemed to fade away from my mind and I was no longer dreading it. The anxiety was replaced with anticipation and the fear with lust.

When he deemed my pussy was ready enough for his cock, he moved up and positioned himself in between my legs. In a swift motion with one gentle push, he entered me and I let out a moan in satisfaction.

We rocked in synchronization, while his lips continued to place feather-like kisses all over my neck. We never said anything while getting intimate. There was always a sense of understanding between us as if we required no words to communicate. He was never in rush to get done with it and always kept pleasuring me his priority. Even though there would be times he wanted to go rough and hard, he controlled his urges for me. He didn't want me to have any kind of discomfort or fear while having sex.

The only thing missing between us was emotions. Not from his side though but from mine. I wasn't a fool to not comprehend why a guy like him would leave behind his everything and tag along with me to another city. I was well aware of why he had stuck by my side through thick and thins. His every action was proof of his loyalty, affection, and attachment but I couldn't reciprocate any of them.

Jimin knew about my reluctancy to fall in love as well hence, he never asked for anything in return from me. He was patient and simply gave and gave everything he had while all I could do was pray that someday I will be able to repay him.