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this is the part where i say ✨ mature content ✨
i also can't forget to mention this - txt came back last week and it was so fucking beautiful i literally felt my ovaries shatter.
can we all just pleasure stream we lost the summer and blue hour? pls?
hope you enjoy, literally spent the past few days writing this one while also balancing an essay for school tomorrow.
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I think out of all the things I could love doing with a guy, kissing would always be my favorite.
There's something about it - all words you could possibly want to say being spoken through the simple act of brushing mouths against one another, solidifying everything and nothing at the same time. It's passion and desire rolled into one, something you could easily express when explanations seem too long and sentences seem too short.
So that's exactly what I did.
I poured everything I had into the kiss I was sharing with Jimin; the primal motivation of just needing to feel his skin on mine, just to feel him on the same wavelength as I.
I didn't know what was going on with me but it felt like my veins were made of liquid fire that were currently sending shockwaves to my accelerating heart, setting it on overdrive. I felt so fucking drunk, like the part when everything is super hazy but you know you're on cloud nine riding it out just before the storm hits.
Well, it's safe to say the storm hit. It's unsafe to say how it landed.
Grunts and groans bubbled through Jimin's throat as his rough hands cupped my jaw, pushing me more into his warmth that seemed to encompass us whole. His scent wafted through the air, magnificent and godly as always as it filtered through my nostrils, my body somehow trying to collect air from this demanding kiss.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and buried my fingers deep in the roots of his dirty blonde hair, tugging him further into me as our bodies aligned. His slightly damp chest and abdomen eventually soaked through the base of my clothing prompting him to just rip it off me.
He lifted me effortlessly and I snaked my legs around his tiny waist, my legs brushing against the soft, fluffy towel around his hips. I could hear the noise of all his books and notes clutter to ground as he swiped his arm over the table, clearing all the shit that he already decided didn't matter anymore. The desk banged against the wall when he tossed me onto it and he took a few steps back afterwards.
Our eyes met and for a second it felt like time slowed down and all I could see was him. Park Jimin was the definition of perfect - nobody could tell me different. Everything about him was beautiful, so fucking majestic, it hurt just to be in the presence of someone so ethereal as him.
