I don't think I could say what I expected him to do about my teasing words. Laugh? Brush them off? Roll his eyes? I am really not sure. But I most definitely, did NOT expect him to plant his lips on mine, and trap me in one of the most heated kisses I have ever experienced in my life.
He was quick with his movements, and his left hand took hold of me from behind my ear pulling me forward to connect our lips, as his right hand held onto the roots of my hair tugging to keep hold of me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and the movements of his lips were fast and erratic. The kiss was not calculated, it was not careful, nor was it delicate or gentle.
The kiss, was wet, it was sloppy.
This kiss was needy and sexy.
It was the hottest kiss, of my life.
I felt my heart drum against my chest, and my hands found the color of his jacket. I desperately took grip, pulling him into me as he was keeping my head in place. He tilted his head just slightly, deepening the kiss even more. He curled his tongue over mine, and rolled it over my bottom lip, nibbling right after. We were breathing heavily through our noses, and he moved his left hand to cup my jaw, and I moved mine, to hook into his belt loop. He opened his mouth wide, not letting my lips or tongue rest as I used all my focus to kept up with his kiss.
This feels...different...
It feels like....
Passion.
This was passion.
This is what he has been talking about all this time. The overwhelming feeling of another person's lips on yours, the want for them to be as close as possible.
Passion.
I have felt it once before.
Twice in fact.
Once when I straddled his lap as his hands caressed my skin, and once when he pinned me down on my bed bringing me to an orgasm.
But it was always with him.
The realization fueled me, and I gained even more confidence letting the fantasy soak into my reality. I loosened the grip I had on his collar and slid the palm of my hand up his neck until my fingers reached the nap of his neck. I curled my fingers and with all the strength I had, I pulled him into me even more.
With my sudden action, the hand that he had cupping my jaw, quickly shot to the side of the car flat and hard, to hold him up. With that leverage he was able to push into me even more, and press me even harder into the car.
I felt no end to this kiss, and as it continued, our lips were getting swollen and our tongues were restless, tasting each other skillfully. Our breath became even heavier, and shorter, and I desperately held my lips against his not daring to move.
I didn't want this to end so abruptly, I wanted him to suck all the air out of my lungs until I passed out from this high. I could feel my lu fs burn and my head start to swim. All my thoughts were pushed back, temporarily forgotten, with only one thing on my mind.
Namjoon's lips.
I bit his bottom lip hard, eliciting a sexy grunt to surface from within him. It was quiet outside, but even so we were too engulfed with one another to hear the soft clearing of someone's throat. His tongue rolled over mine once again, the muscle strong and determined causing a clench in my lower stomach. Then there was an urge, a strong urge to grind up into him, feeling a need for friction.
So, I did.
He gasped at my action, and it was a bitter sweet feeling for him to pull back. It was bitter because I wanted to keep tasting his sweet lips but I also really wanted to breathe. I took several deep breaths, closing my eyes in an attempt to regain my composure. When I opened them, I was met with the paralyzing stare from his dark, hungry orbs. I felt myself clench even lower, this time between my legs, my heavy arousal caught in the lace fabric of my panties. His eyes were still, and no one has ever looked at me like this. We were stuck staring at each other, in our own world, before we heard someone clear their throat, again.
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New Neighbor ✔️
FanfictionYou and your brother Jin, meet Namjoon and his brother Tae when they move in across the street. And that's when Jimin and Yoongi...meet Jungkook. New neighbors are always interesting.