People usually killed to have a glimpse of Lorraine Acker. Meeting her was a dream come true for millions of people all around the world. Only a few ever got to fulfill said dream. But for Jimin she was a daydream, his daydream.

And when he said that, he didn't mean that he fantasized about her day and night. It meant that when she lay under the white covers with him, glowing gold, with her soft bangs kissing featherly on her forehead, her champagne eyes a tone lighter out of happiness, he felt like he was fucking dreaming. A dream where he could feel his heart pulling towards her, entangling in a raw connection with her own.

She was gorgeous. She was his gorgeous.

He wouldn't be surprised if he'd get it into his routine to cry every morning because he saw her as the first thing.

For Lorraine, the way Jimin held her waist and pulled her onto his lap was something else. It was the best thing in thing in the world, the way he left kisses on her body to make her laugh. The way he nuzzled his nose into her cheek before claiming her lips, it all made her open up with no fear. It was the best thing in the world because she could see him smiling from so close.

She felt careless. Wanted to hold his face close forever, she didn't want the summer to end. Ever. It was heaven on earth.

They didn't want to get out of the tangled nest of blankets they had made around them, learning eachother's bodies. Dazed and lost in their own little world.

"We don't have anywhere to go." Jimin murmured in her collarbone. "We can have sex like, all day."

She laughed, smacking his shoulder.

"What are you? Sixteen with no self control whatsoever?"

"That's because you make me loose it." Jimin whispered, voice husky, making her lips part open. "My self control."

Lorraine chuckled lowly. "I've invited other people to my island, I have hostess to play."

Jimin grunted disagreeingly. "They don't need it. You've got workers too, you're not going anywhere away from me. I have to learn each and every part of your body before I start with my world tour."

Before Lorraine could even argue, Jimin had already pulled down the thin strap of the tank top she was wearing, mouth attaching to one of her breasts, making her moan out in surprise, breathless already.

Her hands tangled in his soft, fluffy locks as her head fell back, urging his mouth to go harder on her skin. Jimin's other hand went to pull down the strap of her another shoulder, making her top fall and bunch around her stomach. His palm came to massage her other breast, making her keen high in her throat.

"Fuck, it's seven in the morning."

That made Jimin detach his plump lips from her skin. "You've never had morning sex, have you?" He asked, interest perked by the way he had his eyebrow raised.

"No, no, having morning sex threatens to ruin my five o'clock gym workout sessions–"

"Drama queen." Jimin cut her off and commented.

"What did you call me?"

Jimin grinned, grabbing her by the waist and flipping them over so that she was lying on the bed. His hands glided over her sides, working like hot coals on her already burning skin. She threw her head back when his lips met her abdomen, kissing his way down till her belly. She let out an involuntary moan, fingers tugging on his hair to urge him to do something.

"Fuck," Jimin growled at the particular moan. His head snapped up, eyes darker and predatory, as if the moan had flicked a switch within him. "I wanna film you."

Lorraine gasped softly at his words, heat rushing down to her belly at the thought of it. Something about Jimin filming her while fucking her was so sinful and dirty yet intriguing.

"I won't if you don't want me to–"

Lorraine placed her finger on his plush, juicy lips, silencing him before bringing him closer for a kiss. Her one leg wrapping around his waist to press their hips completely together.

"Do it..." She whispered between the raw kiss, nails dragging up his naked torso. Jimin moaned, nodding frantically in agreement.

He got off from her, shushing her and placing a kiss on her lips when she argued at the separation, trying to pull him back down again. Jimin was quick to surge through the side cabinets and find out a camera, expertly switching it on and making it face Lorraine.

Fuck, it was on and he could see Lorraine in it. He placed the camera on the bed, right besides Lorraine so their side profiles could be seen. Jimin surged forward to kiss Lorraine again, the line of their bodies molding together, his hand snaking up Lorraine's half naked form, brushing her nipple. Lorraine whined, arching into him, her hips pressing against Jimin's.

"Are you not shy in front of the camera?" Jimin huffed out, breathless already.

"No, I get paid for it." Lorraine mocked, lips tugging into a sly smirk.

"You're so fuckin' hot," Jimin said, voice throaty, lips pressed against Lorraine's ear.

Lorraine whined again, rolling her hips for much needed friction when Jimin started to flick her nipple lightly. Jimin kept her hips with his own, grinding against her, his clothed shaft brushing against her wetness. Lorraine's mouth parted open in a gasp, her nails digging in Jimin's back.

"Do it already," she breathed.

Jimin rolled his hips hard, and Lorraine rutted up to meet him.

"Jimin–" she breathed and Jimin stole his name from her mouth by a quick kiss. He stopped his movements to quickly undo their bottom halves, still moderately aware of the camera recording it all.

"This video will be useful for me during my world tour, gorgeous. I'd touch myself to this video of you."

Lorraine moaned out shamelessly, heat rushing to her cheeks as she clashed her lips against his in a ferocious kiss once again. Then Jimin was slipping inside of her without any warning, making her fall back on the bed as a high pitched moan escaped her throat, although that didn't stoo Jimin to move inside her until their hips pressed flushed together.

They settled into a rhythm, moving against eachother, Jimin's hips snapping sharply in a bruising pace and at an angle that had the pleasure blinding Lorraine's vision. Kisses uncontrollable and veiled by an intensity of intoxication.

"You gonna come like this, Raine?" Jimin panted, mouthing at the shell of her ear, his hands tracing down to cup the back of her thighs and pull their hips more firmly together. Lorraine's honey skin had a thin layer of sweat covering it now, her enchanting eyes hooded and dazed by pleasure as Jimin kept thrusting hard and rough into her.

"Fuck," she whimpered, the roll of her hips growing sloppy from desperation. She felt like going wild with it, desire clawing at her skin, marking it upon Jimin, looking for anything to ease the heat. "Gonna- gonna come–"

Jimin let go off her to pick up the camera and record Lorraine from the front angle. God, he wanted to record himself too, bit for now Lorraine will have to do, his focus mainly on recording the fucked out look on her face.

"Am I not giving you exactly what you want, hmm, Lorraine?"

He took support of his one elbow and knees to keep himself hoisted up while recording her, maintaining the pace of his thrusts as fast as ever.

Lorraine smirked, nodding frantically. Her whole body felt on fire, heart feverish. "Yes, yes you are."

Fuck, she's crazy. I love her.

"Come, Lorraine," he urged, their hips snapping together. "Show the camera how pretty you look while coming."

Lorraine felt her muscles tightening, eyes rolling back into her head as she clutched around Jimin tightly, arching against him. Her hips picked up speed, rolling frantically with Jimin's to hit her hilt each time until the pleasure reached the peak, her muscles going taut to the point where it hurt. She fell loose when her orgasm hit her, exhausted, panting for breath. Jimin shuddered against her as she felt his hot come coating her walls.

She wasn't aware when Jimin cut tue recording and threw the camera somewhere on the bed, collapsing on top of her, curled up against eachother and clinging to the aftershocks of the strong orgasm.

"You're the best." He huffed out, tightly wrapping his hands around her and leaving feathery kisses on her collarbone. "Everything is the best when I'm with you."

"Yes, yes I'm amazing, I know." She nodded, very much agreeing to his compliments. She couldn't help it, okay? No matter how much she loved this man, at the end of the day she was Lorraine Acker and sue was- if it wasn't already clear enough- a narcissist.

Jimin grinned and looked up at her.

"I love you."

Lorraine bit her lip. It slipped out so simply out of his mouth, with such ease. But she could feel the emotions behind the voice, it made her feel jittery all over.

"I love you too." She replied, absolutely melting when he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers again.

"No, seriously– I feel so much, it's fucking scary." Jimin elaborated. "It's a little unrealistic too. Me and Lorraine Acker, who would've thought?"

Lorraine chuckled. "I feel the same. It's scary but...at least we're feeling it together."

"Right."

"I'm gonna go and take a shower." She said, tapping her shoulder to get him off of her. She kicked away the blankets before going towards the bathroom, leaving Jimin behind.

After taking her long and warm shower, she went downstairs to get herself some food. She was sure everyone had been served breakfast in bed by her workers. She had told then to not disturb her in the morning so there was no food at her doorsteps, but Lorraine was never the one to pressure the people who worked for her, it just wasn't within her to show attitude where it wasn't necessary.

Going to the kitchen, she started making herself some coffee when Ana came from behind and leaned on the fridge while staring at her.

"Boyfriend's shirt." Was Ana's greeting.

"Irrelevant." Lorraine greeted back.

"Make one for me too."

Lorraine nodded and went to fetch a cup for Ana's coffee. Meanwhile the espresso was pouring from the coffee machine, Lorraine hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter, her coffee in her hand as she silently stared at Ana. There had been many mornings like such, even when Lorraine was on her initial stages of acting.

"You reek of sex." Ana commented again, snorting and bursting into loud laughter. "God, Lorraine officially has a boyfriend, like, my manifestation worked." She joked, wiping fake tears from her eyes.

Lorraine just rolled her eyes. It had never been on her bucket-list to get a boyfriend, it just happened. She wasn't the kind to ever wish for intimacy in her life, sex was enough, emotional attachments had never been her forte.

Desperately wanting to change the subject, she started, "Jungkook fancies you." with Ana, passing her the cup of coffee as well.

Ana paused, looked at her then uncomfortably shifting her gaze and going away to find something in the fridge. "O-oh Does he?"

That was so unlike Ana. She had always been the one to pounce on bad boys, and Jungkook screamed so. He jad a tattoo sleeve, a piercing on the lip, eyebrow and god knows where else. Could easily imagine him riding a Harley and on top of that, he was exceptionally close to Ana. They had been enjoying together a lot.

"What was that?" Lorraine asked. "I thought you liked him too, I mean he's exactly your type."

"I wouldn't know."

"What does that even mean?"

"I'm on my period, okay? I can't have sex with him."

Lorraine narrowed her eyes, now this was borderline fishy. "I didn't mention anything about sex."

"Well, what else would I want from him?! Just because you've got a boyfriend now doesn't mean everyone wants one."

"Huh? Stop acting like I'm forcing you onto something, I was just informing you he likes you. Do whatever the fuck you want."

"Yeah whatever!" Ana yelled, stomping her feet before going away from Lorraine.