Taehyung's Song • KTH

Twelve ♡

Jimin's fingers cupped your cheek his hot kisses sending your ability to think adrift. You wrapped your legs around his slim waist leaning backward onto the bed. His body followed arching over you when he stopped his momentum with his hands. You knew your brain should be sending signals to your body to slow down but it didn't.

You pushed his sweater off and when he leaned backward to throw it onto the floor you kissed his throat. Why did Jimin taste so intoxicating? You dragged your teeth across his jaw when he lowered downward again.

Jimin's hands curled beneath you, raising you against his hard muscular body. His plush lips took yours again, his tongue teasing into your mouth. You heard the sound of a moan, had it been you or him? It cleared your head.

"Jimin. Hey." You'd turned your head away from his mouth, his lips not missing a beat, pressed into your neck, tasting you against your pulse point.

"I know, we're stopping." His voice was breathy, distracted. Except you weren't stopping, neither of you were stopping. His hand pushed your shirt upward his fingers skimming your belly, igniting tiny flames as they roamed higher. He followed your ribcage to your breast cupping you through your bra. Now you knew the moan was coming from you.

"We can't do this." You lifted your hips grinding against him and he groaned his teeth nipping your earlobe. He sat up looking at you, his eyes dreamy and unfocused.

"We won't." Jimin's hands tugged your shirt over your head, his head dipping to kiss across your cleavage, his mouth driving you crazy. His hand was back at your breast only this time pushing the cup away, making contact with your bare skin.

When you pushed upward against him this time you felt his dick hard against your thigh, straining against his ripped jeans. You wanted to release it from his pants, feel the velvety smoothness in your palm. You wanted to know if it tasted as good as his mouth.

Before you could get your hands between your bodies to find out, Jimin was pulling away. Your skin felt chilled without him against you. You looked up expecting to find him regretful but found him staring at you with need.

"Jimin we can't. What about Briar?" He shook his head and put his finger to his lips making a shhh noise. He pulled his tee over his head, his well defined chest and abs coming into view. You stroked your fingers over the muscles tracing his tattoo while he pulled your bra off.

He lowered his mouth to your right breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. You ran your fingers through his light pink hair holding him against your body. He moved to the left, his mouth marking the underside of your breast making you whimper.

Your fingers had the button of his jeans undone and the zipper was down. He pressed his hips forward against your hand, you could feel him throbbing. You needed to hear that he wanted you.

"Are we doing this right now?" His kisses continued down your tummy to the top of your own pants. His tongue teased around your belly button flirtatiously. Jimin dipped his finger under your waistband and then clutching the material in his hands dragged you to the edge of the bed roughly the muscles in his arms bulging. Your pants were open so quickly you barely knew what had happened.

"No." Jimin tugged your pants down your hips and then they were gone, his hands stroking down your bare legs, parting them. He knelt leaning forward and kissed the wet spot at the front of your panties, you whined through clenched teeth.

"Ji-," he smirked and licked you through the material then tugged them to the side his tongue making contact with your dripping slit. His eyes were on you as he kissed all the way to your clit.

"Should I stop?" His lips were shiny with your wetness and the blood was rushing through your ears so loudly you could barely hear him.

This felt wrong, but you couldn't stop. Jimin wanted you, he wanted to give you pleasure, he wanted pleasure from you in return. It was addicting, you needed this and you didn't want to apologize for taking it.