𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ● 𝐉𝐉𝐊

• 11 • jeu de cœur

Her lips possess mine for her own. Fuck.

Her sweet smell fills my nose as my nose tickles her pink one. My lips connecting to her ruby ones with a carnal force. Our lips fitting together perfectly, like they were meant to be together. Like sweet nectar settling down on vibrant flowers and like the salty water colliding on the grainy sands with a hardened desire to make the land it's own. The oh-so-delicate touch firing up such strong, hellishly wrong desires through our blatantly sticking lips buried so firmly into each other's.The desires meant to be kept hidden, that were kept that way, don't wait anymore but shower out in a magnificent display of a hot, mind-stopping kiss. All the denying worthless, suppressing the fierce urges to satisfy myself gone shamefully useless.

Her petite body shivers at the feeling of my relatively cold lips. My eyelids droop down by themselves at the feel of such delicate softness against my lips. My hands grip her back unknowingly, her rapid breathing very noticeable against my chest making me want to take her entirely into me and whisper consolingly to her that I won't hurt her poor, little heart. Her hands that had fisted my shirt now loose their grip to have no energy after this electrifying contact. She rests her hands loosely on my shoulders. Her body not keeping up well with this new sensation, I fit her small body into mine to prevent her from losing her balance.

Every damn thought flees my head when her body sticks to mine, an overwhelming sense of protection and lust surging through me. Of wanting to keep her, an undefenced selfishness. My eyebrows furrow as I feel her lips move and move mine against her. Mapping her mouth and her warm tongue, the only thought surviving. My unmindful actions creating drilling frictions between our bodies that heat us up. My heart racing with just a simple kiss, this hasn't happened in so many years.

She fumbles, nervous and unsure about what she should do. Her first kiss is so adorable and  clumsy, making me feel like this is my first as well. She copies what I do. I keep our lips connected and open my mouth against hers. Gliding my tongue slowly from her lips into her warm mouth. Letting her tongue get used to the feel, letting her experience, explore the sensual lusty feeling of kissing someone so passionately.

I can hear her gasp and feel her brush her fingertips on my shoulders which causes sparks to go down my shoulder blades. Passing me the fierce flames of her gradually unleashing power of lust and wanting, my heavy drugged lust cascading down onto me, not letting me think a single thought. Fragility of her touch playing with my heart. The feeling of my tongue surprising her and making her tremble and weak in my arms, I hold onto the small girl against my waist. Pressing her primly waist on mine, letting us have a lascivious physical contact.

A mirage of a chortling waterfall. A carolling eve. A blazing, flaming, enraged and frantic passion. She's so much. I can hear our angry, fast breaths. So desperate. Her tongue following mine inside her mouth while our noses are battling each other in an intense session of wanting to have everything all at once. Having everything all at once. It is not good.

This is not good. The realisation hits me all at once.

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He grips me into his body. So warm, so satisfying, so huge. Time, space, mass, life. Everything just stops making sense for a moment. My skin feels that rush again, when his skin brushes against mine. Feels like I'm home.

Rosariums were blossoming, the sky was falling, the celestial, serene moon was smiling. Just for a moment, a mutual redamancy was full filled. Jeon Jungkook was kissing you.