𝙴𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍; P.JM 𝗑 𝖬.YG

Enamour

/ɪˈnamə,ɛˈnamə/

𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏

past tense: enamored;
past participle: enamored

To be filled with love for someone, or something.

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"Come here, darling~"

He whimpers at the enticing voice, luring him into crawling into the arms of the man who thought of him as a mere plaything.

"Please, please, leave me alone."

Jimin smirks, wide, evil and predatory, ah, showing his true colors, Yoongi assumed.

"..No~"

Fat steamy tears roll down Yoongi's face as Jimin simply holds his face and brings it to his own, connecting their lips as if making a wordless metaphor for entertwining their very souls and pulls away to look right into the boy's own nut-brown eyes.

Yoongi throws his head back as he suddenly feels something within him, flickering, no, dancing, building, taking form.

It was his arousal.

Jimin smiles yet again, to Yoongi's demise, and buries his face into the brunette's neck.

As he brings up the sharp tip of his finger to touch the collar of pure gold that was weighing down Yoongi's neck, The whole thing dissapears like water evaporating under a burning sun.

"Let me give you something else that show my possession on you, love~"

Yoongi was sick. He felt sick. Jimin was smiling way too wide. Jimin was sick. He had to be, he was so fucked up that the ravenette felt fucked up himself.

The muscular man skillfully moves him so that he was properly being straddled, large hands handling his soft curves with care, gently pressing his core into the boy's body to get light pressure and buries his face into the boy's neck, before whispering alluring words of pure emotion.

"You have gotten me 𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙, Min Yoongi. It is given that you take responsibility for it."