His words disarmed Lorraine, the breath kinda leaving her lungs just by his words as she watched him leaning his face closer to hers and soon enough, she was giving in to the kiss, his one hand gripping her waist as another laced with her hair.

It was rather urgent when their lips finally collided, an inferno of bliss bursting between them, Lorraine's hands desperately trailing up his chest to wrap around his neck.

Their bodies started moving against each other, torsos rubbing together and creating a blissful friction, respirations getting messier in anticipation as they separated to catch their breaths.

Jimin plump lips pressed against the skin of her jaw, his fingers pulling at her hair to crane her neck back and give him room to kiss every exposed skin of her neck, making a soft moan escape her mouth. His hands went down to grip under her thighs and lift her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, lips meeting again into another fleshy and hungry kiss.

This was it.

Jimin's restrains were snapped. He was going to have her.

He started walking into the room, focused on the kiss until his knees touched the edge of the bed and he separated, infinitely deep chocolate orbs peircing into her golden ones.

Their breaths were mixing together, her eyes observing every feature of his. The way his wet lips were parted for air, he was gazing back at her...waiting.

At one point of kissing the life out of Lorraine, he realised he wanted to have that craziness while fucking her. That psychotic smirk she'd pull out everytime she got exactly what she wanted.

He wanted to see that. It was the first thing that had ever attracted him to Lorraine. He wanted a part of her craziness. Like the night of the Oscars.

His expressions were stoicly dominant, but she knew he was losing control. She could still sense he was searching for something. It wasn't long before she realised it and smirked.

That particular smirk is what made Jimin throw her to the bed, crawling towards her and making her back towards the headboard of the bed. He straddled over her, in an instant his lips attached to her neck, making her arch into him as she inhaled staggerdly. Her nails digging into his neck.

"So fucking gorgeous." He growled, fingers riding her shirt up and dipping inside her shorts, she gasped at his touch. His fingers grazing her wet folds, his mouth coming back to hers again, teasing the bundle of nerves and swallowing the moans that escaped her mouth.

Her eyes rolled at the back of her head as he teased her most vulnerable spot, their tongues fighting for dominance as she found losing herself into him.

"Fuck don't stop." She hissed, detaching her mouth from his as his middle finger worked up and down her clit, well coated from how turned on she was. It was almost too much to take as her back arched against the head board.

He was indulging in her, and she couldn't get enough. His almond eyes piercing as they took in her squirming body in.

One finger made its way into her body, at the same time the other continued its tenuous journey on her centre. Lorraine's mouth fell open at the intense feeling, particularly grinding herself in his hand. Waves of heat were twisting in her stomach, feeling tremors already start in her legs. The tightness building in her stomach and other places along with it.

She threw her head back as her orgasm washed over her, toes curling in bliss as Jimin left soft kisses accross her neck, withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean. She looked at him with heavy eyes, hips riding up to rub against his clothed crotch as his eyes shut, his body dipping down onto her.

A groan reverberated through his chest as he bit his lip, eyes squinting harder, concentrating at the mere pleasure prickling up his skin. 

"You like to torture." He husked as she palmed his clothed buldge, making him shudder.

She trailed her lips over his cheek until she reached his ear.

"I like to have my way."

She whispered, pulling his sweatpants down to reveal his shaft. She bit her lip, not breaking the eye contact as her long nails trailed up his bare length, torturing, arousing.

She padded her thumb on his tip and a raspy moan escaped his mouth, watching as he had a hard time catching his breath as she applied a little more pressure.

A chuckle escaped her lips, he was so sensitive from all the neglection and teasing that he might just come at her mere touch. He glared down at her.

"You'll pay for teasing me." He growled.

"I'm not at your mercy Park Jimin," She husked, her fingers trailing down to his base as she drew him closer to her, whispering in his ear. "You're at mine."

Lorraine wrapped her hand around his shaft as he inhaled sharply. She started stroking him at a sensual pace, his mouth falling open at the sudden pleasure, looking deep into her eyes as she continued jerking him, occasionally teasing and switching the paces. She got to a speed where he was moaning, his bangs sticking to his forehead as a thin layer of sweat brew over his body, gleaming silver as the moonlight that fell through the open balcony melted on his honey skin.

Their lips met in another fierce kiss, taking advantage of his current vulnerability she slipped her tongue in his mouth, tasting him as his pants became heavier and rougher, his lower abdomen clenching taut and she knew he was close.

She added a little more pressure, knowing this would push him over the edge. Her mouth expertly trailed down his jaw as he orgasmed in her hand, falling over her as he catched his breath.

"Fuck," he huffed, diving in to capture her lips again. "I can't get enough of you."

He said that sentence with a tug on the back of her thighs, lips moving sloppily to every exposed skin he could reach.

Lorraine's harsh breathing stuttered, hot flames blistering through her veins as her mind numbed, silence pressing into her ears and evoking the rest of her senses.

Jimin's hands were onto her, she could feel it, but now every escalated emotion had turned into a frightening rush of flashbacks.

She wanted to scream for help, but she couldn't shout. It hurt. She was destroyed. 

Before she knew it, she had pushed Jimin off of her, both of their eyes blown wide from the snap that had taken them back to reality.

Her skin crawled, breathing disheveled as she stared at his shocked expression.

"What happened?"

She scurried out of the bed, legs struggling to balance her weight as she stood up.

"I-I..."

Jimin stood up with her, facing her with a worried expression.

"I need t-to go."

"But why– I mean we jus–"

"I just wanna go!" She squeaked in surprised by how angry her voice sounded, making him startle. Tears striked into her eyes, trying to get out before breaking. She started moving towards the gate when Jimin gripped her wrist and yanked her back.

This time when she met his eyes, there was no confusion, no fondness in them. There was anger and frustration, his jaw taut as he peered at her. If anything, he was scaring her.

"No, you're not going!" His voice was gruffer, making her shudder full bodied. "You're not leaving me with this fucked up feeling! This thing you do, it's as if you're using me and I'm enjoying it. What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

She took an involuntary step backwards, her heart throbbing her throat, she gulped down her dry throat, breathing staggered and legs begging to give up.

"You– you know what's wrong with me."

Jimin laughed dryly, humourless and vicious.

"Are you being serious?! We make out, you push me away as if I've harmed you. I blame myself for weeks before you finally decide to contact me. I let it go, I let everything go just to be with you... And you do it all over again. Are you playing a fucking game, Lorraine?!"

Hot tears dropped down her eyes at his accusations. Why would she? Why would she ever want to play a game with him. She admitted she was crazy, but not a teenage kid to go on playing a game on Jimin.

"Is this what you think, Jimin? Do you think I'm trying to make a romantic drama out of my life?! Do you have the slightest idea of what's happening to me right now?!"

"That's all you're showing me!" He shouted, stepping closer to her.

"Don't come near me." She whispered, heart going erratic by his presence. She was going to bang her head on the wall.

"Tell me what's happening to you? Why are you being like this? Why do you shove me away?! What are you so afraid of–"

"What's do you want me to admit, Jimin?!" She yelled back. "You're doing this, you might know. You're triggering my breakdowns, you explain it to me, why?! You're scaring me!"

There it was, out in the world, leaving Jimin entirely perplexed.

"What?" He asked, voice shaky, eyes seeking up with tears with the overwhelming emotions crashing through him. He didn't do anything, he didn't...

"I'm trying to be with you, but you scare me by making me feel these– these–" She choked on her own words. "These emotions. Can't handle them– too much. But I'm trying because I'm–"

"Falling." Jimin completed her sentence, making her shrink back into herself.

"Can't." She whispered, entirely broken before running out of the room.