Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 30

Something was different about tonight. Right now, while sitting silently on the beach, Jimin behind her and holding her close to his chest. A crescent moon stared back at them, majestically reflecting it's light on the end of the ocean, she felt overwhelmed for some reason.

In a good way.

All while their journey, Lorraine had felt so much for Jimin. From liking him to her feelings turning into a self destructive wreckage, but there had always been a toxicity at the pit of her stomach that was now lifted. It left her completely bare and somehow... It wasn't frightening.

It wasn't natural, not yet, but it was something new and it gave her a rush.

"It was...very thoughtful of you to invite us here, Raine. Feels like you actually are putting efforts into our relationship."

Lorraine hummed lowly, leaning her head back to rest against Jimin's chest, he fastened his arms around her front.

"Why do you sound so formal? I just wanted to apologize on my part..."

"Mhm, then what informal for you? Snickering about how you think I can't top in gay sex?" He teased.

She shrugged nonchalantly, smiling lightly.

"You have a nice ass, that's why."

Jimin laughed wholeheartedly, throwing his head back.

"You're crazy."

She smiled in content. She loved being called crazy, it gave her a kick. Another few minutes passed in silence before she spoke.

"I wanna fuck."

She could hear Jimin choking on thin air and coughing from behind. She smirked as she tilted her head to look back at him.

"You okay back there?"

"You say it like that?"

She got out of his embrace to turn around and straddle his lap, weaving her fingers in hid hair and giving him a slight nudge to pull his face closer.

"Like what?"

"So shamelessly."

She frowned. "Why you don't wanna?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow at that, his hands tugging her closer by her waist.

"Do you think I would have tried to fuck you in an award show if I didn't want you?"

She smiled in content, her finger twingling with a strand of his hair. She just loved it when Jimin gave her exactly what she wanted, always said the right thing to turn her on.

"I swear to fuck, Lorraine..." Jimin grunted, rutting her ass down on his crotch by his grip. "That smirk of yours will be the death of me."

Her smirk widened at that, she knew he liked the crazy. They both got off on the same thing. He leaned in, nipping at the honey skin of her neck, kissing tenderly. He sucked a few marks on her jaw and collarbone, getting her aroused at the most excruciatingly slow pace.

She panted softly, letting him take his time on her. She had waited so long, she didn't even know how she had restrained herself from not just pouncing on him every damn second. Maybe it was because she was too caught up with her career problems.