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hey guys,
this chapter has ✨ slight mature content ✨ , i feel like i've been depriving you guys of some smut so here it is.
please enjoy, thank you all for reading
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We were kissing - Park Jimin and I.
Between the tipsy slurs and jumbled steps to our bedroom, the lines of his lips had connected with mine, blossoming the tiny rose garden resting on the surface of my ribs. I didn't know who struck first or how we ended up in the van and all the way back to the vacation home, but I did know there was no stopping us now.
We were also hysterical like the funniest thing in the world were our mouths pressed against one another.
It was confusing and absolutely jarring but nothing about tonight made any sense to me. I just appreciated the fact I was able to push the heavy conversations from earlier into the back of my mind and enjoy the silly man lighting up the entire universe for me.
Things were slightly different now, but in a good way.
I felt Jimin all the way to my fingertips, the magnetic touches he gave as gentle as a dove, pulling me further into his warmth that surrounded us like a protective shell.
His fingers cupped my jaw fragilely as if I was the perfect piece of china he didn't want to smash, holding my face closer to his as we stumbled further down the hallway. A soft laugh left my lips and he captured it in his, moaning quietly when my hands threaded his hair.
I couldn't get over how addicting he tasted. It was like he was made out of a bowl of fresh strawberries, each one of them sugary and sweet just like the last. There was nothing terrible or bad about it at all, if anything it only made me crave that more, do anything to absolutely have it.
The longer our mouths made love, the longer it took us to figure out how to use the door handle which took even more time because Jimin's hands were debating whether to hold my face or actually reach for the knob.
He chose the latter and pushed us in quickly. He kicked the door shut loud enough to probably wake the sleeping house and I swore I thought I felt the ground shake when he did. In seconds, he was dragging his mouth back to mine as if he never left and hoisting me up in the air before slamming me against it.
I could see the domination that spread through his face by the rough action, the tiniest arch of his brow raised. I traced it by my fingertips, my eyes memorizing the contour of his face- the defined cheekbones that stood out prominently against the midnight moonlight knocking on the window, his luxurious, red lips that were encased with our saliva, his dark eyes wild but centered just on me.
