Mr. Tycoon's Woman||PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 165: Its Not A Gun

"Relax, I'm not going against it." He said, cupping her face like she was the only thing that mattered in this world. He wanted to check her temperature to ensure a fever did not occur.

He leaned his forehead onto hers, forcing her eyes to flutter shut, as if waiting for something. He smirked at her automatic reflex before pulling back his face to see her slightly puckered lips.

He resisted the urge to laugh at the sight and instead, settled by wrapping his arms around her lower back. "You can open your eyes now."

Rosè Yang's face twisted into a rough glower, her cheeks slightly flushed. How embarrassing!

He pinched her fluffy cheeks. "Aw, was the little kitty waiting for a kiss?" He cooed, earning a rough stomp on his toes. He let out a smooth laughter at her feisty reaction. The sound only prompted more smacking from her, but he was too busy laughing to care.

"It's not funny!" She crossed her arms and turned her face away from him, her eyes slightly watery from all of his teasing. His laughter was always music to her ears, but now it was like hearing the cackle of a demon!

She growled when his laughter still didn't die down. She pushed him off of her and was about to storm out of the door when he suddenly grabbed her waist, pushed her into the door, and enveloped her in a backward hug.

"Don't...get mad so easily." His loud laughter subdued to tiny chuckles that rumbled his chest. She felt every vibration and when he shifted his body closer to her, she could feel each of his perfect muscles clearly.

"I'm not mad."

"Sure, you're not." He readily agreed with her, a tiny smile on his face when he saw her face was still scrunched into a scowl. Like an angry little kitten who thought she was a tiger, her eyes were boring a hole through the wall.

"I was checking to see if you had a fever, my love. I was not trying to kiss you—"

"Shut up!" Rosè Yang whined, her childish tendencies coming out the more he poked and probed at her.

She scolded herself for being so easy and allowing him to touch her as he pleased, but an enormous part of her loved it when he instigated physical contact. The warmth he provided, his strong and muscular arms, made her feel a sense of security. She felt safe when she was settled in his tight embrace. It was the only time she was truly relaxed and comfortable...

"It's good to see you're back to normal." For a second there, he thought someone might've drugged her drink again.

Park Jimin leaned his head on her shoulders, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other coiling over her collarbone.

She had nowhere to run.

With how thoroughly he was hugging her, he was ensured she had no way of leaving him. He loved how soft she was. Hugging her was like hugging a pillow and with her heavenly sweet scent, he felt as if he was in paradise whenever he was around her.

"I'm always normal." She argued, to which he eagerly nodded his head in agreement.

He did everything to pacify her, his tail wagging so high in the air, Rosè Yang could practically hear the swoosh of the wind. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his soft hair tickling her skin causing a tiny giggle to erupt.

"That tickles." She laughed, the sound driving him insane.

She gasped when he suddenly turned her around, sealing his lips over hers, hungrily devouring her. He was instantly aroused when he saw her beautiful body in the dress that perfectly enhanced her curves in all of the right places, starting from her tiny waist to her ample backside. He knew she was self-conscious of her breasts, but he never minded them. All of the things she thought were flaws, he saw it as utter perfection.

She moaned when he pressed her harder into the door, closing all of the distance between them. One hand crept up her spine, his fingers spread out as he pressed her upper body to him. He kissed her so hard, her body was slightly bent for him, her breast pushed against his chest, while she felt her intimate area pressed against something incredibly stiff. Her body tingled and became heated when he licked her bottom lips before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it, and then thrusting his slick tongue into the sweet heaven known as her mouth, savoring the lovely taste of champagne.

"P-Park Jimin..." She mumbled against his lips when she felt the thing touching her growing harder by the second. Her hand traveled down his body in a torturing pace. "C-can you move the gun—"

"It's not a gun, my dear." He hoarsely replied, his jaw clenching when her fingers were just a short distance away from brushing against his hardening friend. There was a heavy tent down there and he knew if he didn't stop her wandering hands, he might shred her clothes and take her right then and there, until she was completely filled with him.