#switch!jimin

As Jimin cooked away in the kitchen, you sat on the wooden chair watching him. He hummed a tune you’ve never heard before, chopping veggies and smiling all the while. Your belly was rumbling, the hours since your travel long ago. The smells rising in the kitchen were tempting you, but the warning from the other fae still lingered in your mind.

When Jimin asked you what happened in the garden, you told him you had been curious about the flowers outside. You pretended like you didn’t know that his rules about leaving the house also included his yard. He seemed to believe you though he looked out the window a few times before closing the curtains and turning back to kiss you.

The other fae said he would feed you, but how in the hell were you going to avoid eating Jimin’s food? He would notice if you didn’t, and the last thing you wanted to do was hurt his feelings. But then again, here you were believing some strange fae you didn’t even know. You only wish you had more answers, but something inside if you couldn’t shake the feeling about the warning you were given. Just in case, and until you learned more, you came up with a way to keep yourself from eating. As you both sat, you listened to Jimin talk excitedly about your stay and all the things he had planned. You pushed your food around in a way that made it look like you’d been eating, and then you asked for water.

Jimin got up quickly to fetch it while you hid a bit more food into the napkin you hid on your lap. When dinner was over, you waited until Jimin got up first, and quickly stuffed the napkin on a shelf near the kitchen. Upon your return you brought him your plate and kissed him, thanking him for the delicious meal. When he insisted upon cleaning up, you agreed, walking off clutching your hunger away. Once in the sitting room, you fall back on the chair exhausted. Not only had you taken a long trip to a far away unknown realm, but you hadn’t eaten in so long. Suddenly a knock on the small window draws your attention. Running to it, you see no one, but there is a small bag on the outside shelf. Worried Jimin might have heard, you quickly grab the bag and tuck it under your shirt. When you’re sure Jimin won’t come, you open it and want to cry at the bread and chicken inside. Without waiting, you take it out and eat it quickly, hoping to be finished before Jimin comes looking for you. It was enough to fill your belly for the night and you hoped your future provisions wouldn’t be as hard to attain. You manage to eat it all and even place the evidence back outside the window. You also grabbed the food you hid and placed it there too. You weren’t sure if that’s what you should do since the details were never discussed. You only hope you weren’t being deceived.

To say that you were going through a turmoil was an understatement. You really liked Jimin, a lot, and now some random stranger showed up making you wonder if you really knew him at all. It was becoming apparent to you that your visitor was the same being that had appeared to you that morning on your walk. The voice sounded a bit similar and you couldn’t deny the same feeling you felt from the first encounter. It was hard to explain but you felt no ill will, no evil....nothing. It was like you could trust him.

Jimin noticed you were a little distracted as you both sat by the fire. He sat back with legs crossed staring at you in silence. There were so many things he planned and yet he still felt like Taehyung was hovering in the background. He didn’t think you would lie to him, but at that moment he wasn’t so sure. Because Jimin chose not to be in the light world, he ended up losing a portion of his powers, those being sensing the presence of light faes. He hated it. That’s why the night he was about to cross realms, Taehyung successfully snuck up on him, preventing his plan. It’s not that he couldn’t feel at all, there was always something, like a premonition or sinking feeling like when you’re not sure if you forgot to turn off the stove. He could never be sure so he was counting on you to be honest with him.

You didn’t seem to be hiding anything, your sweet and lovely face reminding him that you were all that mattered. He watched your tired and weary eyes, the pretty way your lashes fluttered over the apple of your cheeks. Although he wanted nothing more than to have his way with you, he knew you needed rest. He would take care of you just as you had taken care of him. He needed you to be strong and healthy, after all, you were going to be his for a very long time.

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You awoke to the beautiful sunlight streaming into Jimin’s bedroom. You don’t remember how you got there, but you guess Jimin must have carried you up after you fell asleep. The day had caught up with you and you still couldn't believe you were in Jimin’s home. Stretching happily, you sit up in search of him, but he’s nowhere to be found. You make your way downstairs only finding a note and a plate of food.

“Went to handle some business. Eat well. Love, Minnie.”

You smile fondly at the way he used your endearment for him. The food on the counter looked amazing and once again your belly rumbled, but then the memory of the night before came back leaving you feeling anxious. You walk to a few windows wondering if the mysterious fae forgot your food, but sigh in relief when you find the small bag outside the kitchen window. You grab it quickly, glancing out before shutting it closed. When you open the bag, you giggle realizing the food you’d been given was from your world. The fae had included your favorite breakfast bars and some fruit along with your favorite instant coffee and a bottle of water. Perhaps this fae wasn’t evil, but an angel. When you get to eating, the stress of knowing Jimin could enter at any moment never left your mind. The food he brought you was quickly discarded and as you settled back to finally take in a breath you wondered why in the world you weren’t allowed to eat the food here. Everything was taking you forever to process and you started to feel like there was some sort of invisible haze you couldn't see keeping your mind scrambled. You felt like yourself and yet you didn’t. Of course Jimin promised you’d be safe so you shook away those thoughts and went about your day.

It was boring without Jimin. You had taken a bath, making sure not to swallow any water, and tidied up the house. Bored out of your mind, you venture a look out the window and notice the cloaked fae once again. He gestures for you to come out, so you use the back door that leads to the garden. Even though you should be afraid, you find that you are not, and this time the fae pulls back his cloak.

“Hello. Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I remember, but I do not know your name.” you smile.

“I’m afraid I cannot tell you that. Have you enjoyed the meals I’ve brought?”

“I have, thank you. Why is it that I cannot eat the food here?”

Taehyung pondered a bit wondering how much to tell you. As a light fae he was limited with how much intervention he was allowed to act upon with humans. Only direct questions were to be answered and help was to be given only  when a human asked for it. The only thing he was allowed to do was provide warnings. “I am forbidden from telling you this information. I cannot contribute to your decision making. As I have said before, please do not eat the food here.”

Since he wasn’t allowed to say anything you decided a little game of guessing might get you some answers. “Will I get sick?”

“No.”

“Hmm...will I grow an extra arm?”

“No.” Taehyung laughed at this wondering how you managed to do that. His interactions with humanity were almost always non-existent. He was always unseen, his fae power allowing him to be invisible in the human realm as he cared for nature and humanity. But you were the first he’s ever actually interacted with, and this was only because you were in the fae realm now.

“I know you have many questions, but I cannot tell you all you want to know. Use caution, I will try to help you.”

You eye him curiously wondering why you would need any help. The food problem was obvious, and you didn’t see a problem with not eating in the fae world since normally in the human world not all foods were edible either, but help?

“What do you mean? I am perfectly safe. Jimin says he will care for me. Do you not know Jimin? Why do you always hide? What aren’t you telling me?”

All the questions you asked were the right ones, yet Taehyung remained tight lipped cursing the law of human and fae interactions. Of course the dark faes never listened, already doomed to live their lives in darkness. It was obvious to him then why Jimin had taken you.

“Please be safe. I...I cannot..”

“I know...I know...you cannot tell me more. Am I in some sort of danger? Does Jimin know about it?”

Once again at the mention of Jimin’s name, the other fae’s eye twitched and you wondered if maybe that’s the danger he was talking about. “Do I need to be safe from Jimin?”

When you hit the nail on the head, Taehyung could kiss you for being so brilliant, but once again he said nothing. And then, a familiar feeling, the one that tied him and Jimin together flowed through him. Jimin was on his way, their bond a benefit for Tae to be able to keep track of the other. Thankfully Jimin lost this ability the day he decided to leave their world and  their friendship.

“I must go.” Taehyung bowed and then departed leaving you alone in the garden once more. A chill creeped over your body causing goosebumps to spread through you and you made your way back into the house. The unsaid words of the other fae had you questioning so much. On the one hand, Jimin had warned you about tricky faes, but something about Taehyung left you feeling like maybe Jimin wasn't telling you everything.

Jimin entered the home not moments later while you stood by the kitchen window. “Hello my darling wight. How was your morning?”

You hated that he looked absolutely stunning, the longer he was in his world, the more ethereal he became. The black hair grew on you, the raven locks suiting his skin and eyes. If it were possible, he looked more tempting. “It was okay. I...J-Jimin am I in danger?”

Your question was new but not unexpected. He wondered where you kept getting this idea when he already made it clear you were safe under his protection. “No. You are not in danger, baby. Why ever do you ask?” He spoke his words low, making his way to you, cupping your face in order to solidify your safe keeping.

“I don’t know...I’m just curious, I mean, I’ve been here for a bit and you still haven’t told me everything. Not all faes can be bad, right? You’re not bad and you’re a fae so why do they all have to be bad. Or maybe I just can’t tell who’s bad and who’s not…”

Jimin listened to you ramble on, your nervous habit of wringing your hands together sparking his interest. He had a feeling you were about to crack, that there was something you were keeping from him, and he hoped he owned your heart enough to get you to admit whatever it was. He looked right at you, eyes now cat-like as he prepared to get the answers he sought. He grinned when you stopped talking, your body stiffening as he got closer. “Baby, what are you rambling on about? Did something happen? Is there something you need to tell me?”

He was inches from you now, breath fanning over your lips and his eyes focused on your mouth. He didn't make a move to touch you and it made you feel annoyed. You missed his touch. It had been a few days since you arrived at this magical place and he had yet to even kiss you. You could excuse his behavior knowing that he had been growing weak in your world, but now as you looked at him, he seemed much healthier.

“N-no, I mean...maybe…” As Jimin got closer, you backed up. Once your back was touching the wall there was nowhere to go.

“Don’t you trust me, baby? Do you think I’m bad? Is that it?”

Pressed against the wall, you felt trapped, his chest rubbing against your breasts providing a relief you didn’t realize you needed. He cups your cheek with one hand, resting the other on your waist, eyes focused on your mouth and nothing else. He’s waiting for you to spill, waiting to see if you’ll tell him what he already knows...how you’ve been betraying him with his soulmate. He wasn’t stupid. The first time he hadn’t been quite sure, but when he saw the bags of food by the window and the obvious way you never took a bite in front of him, it became clear to him. Not to mention his sparrow Diva had set off a warning when she caught Taehyung in the garden once.

Taehyung was always such a burden, always jealous of what Jimin had, wanting to prevent him from enjoying the pleasures of the world. Even now he could sense him nearby. Taehyung would have to go save another pathetic human because you were already taken.

He brushed over your lips with his own, waiting for your reply, pressing a knee between your legs as a sign he was growing impatient.

“N-nooo….no Minnie I...I don’t think you’re bad at all…”

“No?”

“No.”

“Then tell me why I wanna be really bad to you right now. I’m feeling like my old self and I don’t think I can wait any longer to have you. That is what you want isn’t it? For me to have you? Please say that you want that...please oh please….”

Jimin’s voice climbed higher the more he begged and you couldn’t help squeezing your thighs tightly over his own.

“Mmm. You wanna ride it, wight? Ride it until your pussy is dripping all over my pants? I want nothing more than to please you.”

The sexy way he whined out his offer had you bucking against him immediately. You grabbed onto the back of his hair and pulled him to you drawing a hiss from his lips. “Fuck...don’t hurt me. I’m such a good boy for you...I only wanna be the best boy for my dirty girl.”

His breathy voice hit right against your forehead while your eyes looked down too focused on rolling your hips back and forth over the thickness of the muscle trapped between your thighs. You’d never done anything like this before and usually he was the one making you feel intimidated and shy, but right now, his pleas made you feel different. He sounded pathetic, almost as if he were the one about to cum when clearly it was your cunt being teased. Even though he was the one whimpering in need, he still remembered to clench the muscle of his thigh causing you to lose focus on what he was saying.

“Ji-Jimin….I think...I...I think I’m gonna cum...”

Perfect. Jimin was waiting for this, his senses already knowing your state. If you were going to lie to him and not comply with the simple rules he offered, he'd make sure you obeyed. Removing himself from you, he chuckled when you whined with your hands outstretched toward him. “You want to cum for me?”

“YES!” You couldn’t believe what he was asking, the way he was walking back with teasing eyes making you want to kick him in the knee.

“But we haven’t had dinner.”

“Fuck dinner. I need you.”

“Oh, you need me?”

As he continues to walk back, he grabs a small basket of fruit he brought for the meal he already knew you weren’t going to eat. He waited a bit and when you moved forward he continued walking backward. He had you in a trance, admittedly using his fae magic at this point because….why not? You were already his and now that you were in his world, he needed to seal the deal. Just one bite of food...that’s all he needed.

When he reached the bedroom, he eyed the bed behind him. You both had slept in it before but nothing more. How lucky was he to have an actual human of his own? Placing the basket on the bedside table, he began removing his clothing, the consistent eye contact turning him on even more. You just stood by the door like a scared deer, fear and arousal swimming in your eyes. When he untied his pants and let them pool at his feet, you broke contact, your eyes now focused on the thick and pretty cock.

“Like what you see?”

His voice brings your eyes back up. “I...I thought..”

“What? You thought I might be different? That my cock would be different?”

Your cheeks heated up embarrassed with the way he teased, the devilish smile on his lips making you feel all kinds of improper. You were no stranger to the fact that he indeed had a sexual organ, but you had only ever felt it, not seen it. “Well...yeah...I mean…it’s so...”

“Pretty? It’s okay to say that. I take pride in the way I look. It’s what drew you to me in the first place wasn’t it? Come…”

Jimin sat on the bed and moved back to lean against the headboard and pillows. You walked forward, the realization of what was about to happen stealing the breath from your lungs. In a moment of indecision you started to move away, but a force you couldn’t see turned you back around.

“Uh, uh, uh. You can’t tease me and just walk away. My cock is so hard it hurts. I’ve wanted you for so long. Who’s going to take care of me? You wouldn’t let your pretty boy hurt would you?”

Resigned to your fate, you let the force drag you all the way to the edge of the bed. The image of Jimin lying in a bed of fluffy blankets, pretty black hair all messy, lips pink and pouty was enough to make any woman break down. You sighed in defeat, and the force that held you in place disappeared. You were now in control of what you were about to do. Undressing, you eyed Jimin enjoying the way he licked over his lips. When he put his hands above his head you were slightly confused, but then the vines from the wall came to wrap over his wrists holding them up in the air. He looked incredibly vulnerable and so fucking beautiful.

“I’m all yours, wight. You said you wanted me...in fact you begged me, right?”

“I did.”

“Then take me.”

You climbed onto the bed and straddled him carefully. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, the feeling of your cunt being so close to him already causing his body to go into chaos. His hips bucked up once, but you stilled them with the pressing of your thighs together. “Jimin, I don’t know what to do…”

“Of course you do, baby. Even with my fingers you did amazing--taking them so well...all for me. You tasted so good.”

You could barely look at him as he spoke these words, the memory making you feel hot. Kissing was always a way to get you going, so you did just that. Jimin was sweet about it, not taking too much, letting you set the pace. His tongue felt sinful, teeth nipping here and there driving you mad with want. The more you kissed, the closer you inched and soon you were sitting right on his cock. He never pushed up or into you, leaving the decision making to you. Every time you pulled back to breathe he giggled, but his eyes held onto yours, darkness swimming within them.

“Minnnnieee...I need you. I need you inside me. I...oh god...help me.”

Jimin needed no further pleading. With a simple thought, he had the vines remove themselves from his wrists. Grabbing his length, he stroked it up once relishing in the sweet wetness you already left over the tip of his cock. Grabbing you by the back of your head, he kissed you deep, all teeth and tongue so you were distracted. And then, with one swift clean motion, he gripped your hips and rose his own to meet you perfectly. It was an intense feeling, but you were so wet and ready for him that it quickly faded once he began rolling up into you. Both of his hands gripped tightly onto your backside, squeezing whenever he filled you. The burning quickly turned into pleasure and the more you moaned the further he pushed in.

Unable to stand it any longer, he laid you down on the bed. Using his arms to hold himself above you, he rolled his hips, the new position allowing him to move as he pleased. He saw the tears coming from your eyes, the pleasure overtaking you in such a powerful way that your body shuddered whenever the tip of his cock rubbed over your cervix. It was like you were made for him, the way your body molded perfectly to his. He had you now, mind, body and soul. This was exactly how he envisioned it, the way he planned for it all to work out. From the first moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one. He could feel you clench suddenly, the telltale signs of your orgasm fast approaching. It was cute how easily you gave yourself and whimpered whenever he kissed your tear-stained cheeks.

“I love you, wight. You’re my special, pretty human...only mine.”

You barely hear what he says, the feeling of his cock inside of you surreal yet amazing. You find yourself meeting his every thrust, moaning and crying the closer he edged you to your end. The moment his fingers meet your clit, you cry out, your orgasm more powerful than you ever experienced. He was gentle, slow circles driving you wild as he watched you finish with his hard length still nestled inside. When you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, Jimin could hold back no more. He spilled himself into you with a quiet moan and then tiny whimpers escaped him. His face fell against yours, the sweat on each of your bodies making for a sticky mess.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” Jimin chanted as he peppered kisses all over your face. The moment was intimate to say the least. He was growing flaccid inside of you, but having him so close to you felt right.

“I love you too, Minnie.”

“You do?” Jimin waited, his eyes now soft and gentle waiting for you to confirm what he’s been wanting to hear for so long.

“Yes...I think I do.”

“Good!” He giggled against your neck and then kissed you once more before pulling himself out of you. The sensation was weird, and when his warm cum slid down your ass you cupped yourself in embarrassment.

“Hey...it’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed of--watch.” With seductive eyes, Jimin makes his way back between your legs and gives you one long lick collecting the mixture of yours and his cum. You buck in surprise but then he shows you his tongue before swallowing it down. The shamelessness causes a rush of heat to flow through you.

“Minniiiiiiiieee.”

“What? It tastes heavenly. Wanna try?”

“WHAT...no.”

“Just a taste, baby.” With his finger he collects a bit that had run over your thigh and places it on his tongue. Moving closer, he presses his nose to you and kisses your lips asking permission for you to open. When you don’t respond, he pushes a finger into your cunt, and the gasp you release allows him the access he needed.

You were shocked by his move, but completely ignored the taste since his finger was doing an amazing job of distracting you. Before you knew it, you swallowed and down went the evidence of your first time with Jimin.

“Come here baby.” Jimin made his way back to the headboard and leaned against it completely naked and dick limp against his thigh. It was a sight you never thought you’d see and it wasn’t so easy for you to get used to since this was the first time you’ve been completely nude with another person. You felt shy, grabbing a blanket to cover up, and Jimin just watched you with hungry eyes. “I said come here.”

You moved forward slightly, but when he tapped his thigh in an invitation for you to straddle him, you wanted to run away and hide. He wasn’t having any of that, quickly wrapping the blanket that covered you around his arm, forcing you to move where he wanted. Soon you were right in front of him. Releasing the blanket, he grabs your hips and pulls you down flush against his cock.

“You’re not a very good listener.”

Once on his lap, the blanket you tried so hard to use as protection barely covered your belly. He kissed you once on the nose before reaching over for the basket of fruit he brought with him earlier. “Hungry?”

You eyed the strawberry in his hand cursing your stomach when it rumbled. You were famished, but the warnings kept flashing in your head. “No.”

Jimin bit his bottom lip and then grabbed a strawberry. He licked over it once before biting down on it seductively. The juices trickling down his lips looked incredibly tempting. He moved close waiting for you to take the bait, but you pulled back. Jimin didn’t like your game very much so he pulled you in tighter and lifted you up slightly easily sliding his cock back into you. You couldn’t help but open your mouth in a moan at the feeling of his cock filling you, surprised that he was ready to go again. Jimin used this opportunity to kiss you, pushing the fruit from his mouth into yours. You had no choice but to swallow it, coughing at the fact that you were a little unprepared for the food forced into your mouth.

Jimin smirked and then bit into the strawberry again, this time taking a bigger bite. He offered it up knowing you wouldn't say no, not with the way he was pushing up into you. You were already a lust filled mess, willingly taking the fruit he offered up from his lips. You enjoyed the sweetness, the euphoric sensation of being filled by Jimin somehow magnified with each and every thrust. You were overwhelmed, your body experiencing tingles you’ve never felt before. Every part of you was on fire and there was nothing left for you to do but ride him fast and hard. Jimin would slow your hips occasionally making sure to slip in another piece of fruit purposely satiating your hunger in more ways than one. The more you ate, the more sensitive you became and within minutes you were cumming all over his cock.

“Fuckkk! Jimin...why do I feel ...I feel sooo--”

“Hungry?” Jimin offered up, chuckling at the way you touched over your body as if Jimin’s hands weren’t enough. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you, baby? Here, have some more.”

Jimin continued to feed you, the wanton way you were behaving making him feral. You fell back onto the bed after your third orgasm, body writhing and hips lifting up as if you couldn’t get enough.

“My precious, innocent wight. You’re going to like it here...you’ll get used to it...you’ll see. Now you can never leave me.”

PT. 6

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It's an instant whine from Jimin who fusses with a "NooOoona, pay attention to me!"

Your eyes don't move away from the two boys feral with each other but your hand grips Jimin’s thigh, squeezing as you watch and listen to the lewd sounds they're making, to what could be you and Jimin.

“Ooh, you want to try it? I won’t bite unless you tell me to.” He smirks as he grabs your face and pulls you in closer, lips so close his breath is hot on your face. “Look at them for a while if it helps but remember you’re mine.” His lips are on yours again as Jungkook is on Taehyung and he’s pushing you back against the couch, body hovering over yours. You open to him, receptive, his plush lips part as he takes in your bottom lip before opening you up fully. His tongue slides in and he tastes sweet, like cinnamon or chocolate or freshly baked sugar. Sweet and more sweet. His lips trail down your jaw to your neck and he bites, sucks, and makes you belong to him. “That’s my girl.” And something about that sentence has your head drawn back, a sign for Jimin to take and consume, more and greater. His arms snake under your shirt and he’s pulling and taking, making you naked beneath him and the only sound he can muster is a quiet moan as he slides his own shirt off. 

“Is this okay Noona?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes. I do.”

You’re pulling him down, lips on lips, skin on skin. It’s everything without being too much and you make a mental note to thank Taehyung and Jungkook for their little escapade as Jimin’s up now, undoing his button, undoing his zipper, taking off his pants, and coming down again. More skin against skin. Panting. Moaning. His skin feels like heaven, soft and firm, warm to the touch.

“What do you say we take back the bed and make the two exhibitionists come to the couch?” He smirks and kisses your lips again before grabbing your hand and pulling you up. 

You're walking and climbing a ladder you still can’t believe was built onto a bed this size before Jimin’s motioning to Jungkook to take Taehyung to the couch. Jungkook pouting, pointing to the other side of the bed, and Jimin rolling his eyes but grinning and nodding. 

“What do you say Noona? There’s enough room for everyone.” 

You look to the side to see Jungkook taking off Taehyung’s shirt, his own shirt already off. Kissing and not minding. In their own little world with their own panting and moaning. 

You nod. “Yes.”

“That’s my good girl.” He lays you back, his body over your own. “If you change your mind…” his hand cards through your hair. “It’s okay.” 

His body encases yours, legs on either side, as he kisses your lips with a tremble before making his way down to your chest. He looks up, head between breasts and hands on thighs. Jimin smirks before moving his head slowly to your breasts, tongue reaching out to lick and suck, eyes never leaving your gaze. He thrusts forward only slightly, teasing. 

“Fuck Noona. You’re so wet. I swear I could… right now. Without any lube.” He snakes his hand down to your core before leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach to your thigh and calf to show how much he appreciates you opening up for him. He sits back, both hands trailing up your thighs to your core. 

“Jimin.” A breathless affirmation.

He bites his bottom lip before ghosting his hands over your heat, only barely - enough to tease, before kissing along your stomach and down down. Down over your thighs and up again before he’s finally making small kisses over your heat. 

“Spread your legs for me, noona.”

And you do without doubt or delay. You open up for Jimin and it feels unreal when he’s holding your legs apart to lick and suck, kissing your thighs and your stomach, thumb rubbing soft circles over your heat. Enough to make your jerk and want. 

“More. Please.  Jimin.”  It’s urgent but a whisper. It’s driving you mad. You want his tongue to lick and never stop but you need more. Need him inside of you. His dick is leaking precum and you’re throbbing.  “I need you.”  You reach down to tug at his arms. You would love to cum with only Jimin’s tongue but right now you  need more. You need more but he’s not stopping. His tongue laps and laps and sucks just enough without making you go over the edge. You’re pulling at your hair, at your thighs, at his arms, body convulsing, thrusting. He’s teasing when you need more and you’re not sure how much longer you can handle the overstimulation. 

You’re bucking up into his mouth and he meets your gaze with that infamous smirk you’ve seen so many times this night and god he’s unreal. Unbelievably beautiful and absurdly cheeky. “Please. God. Please Jimin.” You grip the sheets, one hand in your hair and the other stretching out into the expanse of silk when you touch something that makes you gaze to the side. 

Taehyung’s arm is reaching out to yours. His face is pressed against the bed, ass in the air, and he’s reaching out to you. It looks like you’re not the only one being driven mad. Jungkook is doing to Taehyung what Jimin is doing to you except Jungkook is using his fingers and Taehyung is writhing under the stimulation. You manage a smile and take his hand, squeezing in comfort and desperation as you both lay there breathless and moaning. 

The over-sensation stops briefly for you both as Jungkook reaches over and gets a condom, gives one to Jimin who puts it on seamlessly. 

“You want to do it this way or their way?” He laughs as he motions to the two younger ones, Jungkook going in deeply as Taehyung closes his eyes in an attempt to get used to the length and girth of the youngest who is patiently taking his time, allowing the stretch for Taehyung to turn into pleasure.

Your eyes widen and your head is shaking no before any words come out. “Definitely not ready for that yet.” You manage, giving Taehyung’s hand one final squeeze as he grips at the sheets and as your own hands find their way to Jimin’s arms. He bends down to kiss, suck, and take; the swell of his cock teasing against the wetness between your legs which only serves to make your body ache more for him as he inches in gently until his hips are flush with yours. 

He stills to allow you time to adjust but you don’t need it. You just need him so you move your hips up, thrusting along with Jimin for more of that sensation that he does so well, which causes you both to moan in sync as your bodies move in a waltz to each other's rhythm. 

“God Noona, you’re taking me so well.” He picks up the pace, graceful yet commanding. Powerful. His rhythm is perfect as he pushes into you, reaching down again to kiss and connect. 

Jungkook and Taehyung are both moaning now and it compounds the arousal that’s been building in you as Jimin grabs your legs and lifts them up to meld deeper. It hits some spot you didn’t know you had and with each thrust it sends a shock throughout your body. The perfect angle. A perfect fit.

Jimin manages a “Touch yourself for me, noona.” as he drives in deeper each time. You don’t hesitate, rubbing your finger over your clit as his pace quickens, parallel to his deftness like the final movement of an orchestra showing off its virtuosic mastery. You don't want to cum before him so you take it at the same pace, the same rhythm. Together. It almost feels like an outer body or spiritual experience and it's no wonder. Jimin looks angelic above you, naturally plump lips reddened from all the kissing and the many times he's sucked to leave hickeys as reminders. The smoothness of his skin and the way it glows as if kissed by the sun. He tells you how beautiful you look underneath him, hands gripping your thighs so hard it'll leave bruises until his thrusts become erratic, your back arching off the bed both of you cumming in unison.

He lets your legs descend back to the bed as your body shakes from the intensity of the orgasm. “Noona, fuck…” His arms are shaking as he bends down to kiss then bite your lower lip. “You’re amazing.” Jimin’s body falls over to lay beside you from his own orgasm, legs wrapped around your own. It’s messy and sweaty and you love it. 

“Oh fuck Taetae.” You hear as Jungkook does the same, Taehyung cumming into Jungkook’s hand as the younger finishes inside him before collapsing on top of him earning a “Yah Kookie!” and a laugh by the younger who kisses Taehyung’s back and rolls him onto his side. 

You look up briefly from the commotion to see Jungkook laying on Taehyung, face nestling into his neck and legs over his thigh. You noticed you somehow missed when they took the condoms off but it doesn’t matter because Taehyung’s other leg, the leg that isn’t occupied by Jungkook, is draped on Jimin who just happens to be draped on you. Jimin’s holding onto one of Taehyung’s hands, Jungkook the other, and you’re holding onto Jimin; face nuzzling his chest as your hand clasps around his free one. It’s hilarious and weird and sweet. 

“Taekookie?” You call out, gentle and tired.

“Nooona?” They both say parroting each other. Jungkook doesn’t move his head from Taehyung’s neck. 

“I just want to say thank you for making out earlier…”

“Excuse me? Why is that?” Jimin asks, gripping you tighter. At this moment, you are his so what’s this about anyone else and why aren't you about Jimin right now, the one who gave you the best orgasm of your life? Jimin turned into the I am uncomfortable when we aren't about me meme and you loved him for it, reaching up to kiss his cheek before settling back into his arms.

“Because I don’t think any of this would have happened if they hadn’t." You whisper a bit more quieter into Jimin’s chest. 

Jimin chuckles, understanding exactly. “Ah, it turned you on baby girl? Is that it? You like when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other?”

Namjoon laughs, throwing his head back before allowing it to rise again as he runs a delicate hand through his silvery locks. “What do you mean no fair? I won.” He points at the marble chess board, eyeing the abundance of pieces he took from you while he still had quite an assortment of soldiers at his beck and call…it seems Chess just isn’t your cup of tea. “The game was practically mine the second you moved your rook out of the main defense line.” He talks lambently with his hands, going on to describe what you could’ve done to avoid such a situation…and another loss. You’ve lost interest though, especially as you spot Hoseok and Jungkook deep in a game of foosball. 

Now there’s a game you can go varsity in. 

“That’s all great Joon, why don’t you teach Taehyung or Yoongi while I go regroup by kicking Kook’s ass at foosball?” He halts his stale monologue about the finery of chess to stare up at you with a puzzled look on his face. He turns to rest his eyes upon the two boys who have their tongues poking at the flesh of their cheeks while they try to decode the contingency of their foretold game. 

Nodding, Namjoon turns back to you, smiling reluctantly. “Fine.” He relinquishes, allowing you the freedom you requested and returning his attention to the chessboard, examining the pieces and placing them back on the appropriate square as you begin to skip away towards the active match inside the large wooden table that shakes every so often due to the animosity in which the two young men play. 

Jungkook scores past Hoseok and takes the game, an exponential lead that—despite his best efforts—Hoseok never would have won. “Think I can have a go?” You ask, standing beside Jungkook who’s still mid victory dance. On a piece of paper, Jin jots down the score silently. 

“Finally! A rookie.” Hoseok grins, assuming you’ve never played foosball and thinks he finally has the advantage over an opponent. 

“Funny, but I’ll have you know I was trained in the most advanced foosball arts.” You lie, trying to get Hoseok to cower into one of the stools beside Jin who’s now staring between the group while he waits to keep track of the next match. 

“Foosball Arts? That’s not a thing.” Jungkook spins one of the metal bars within the table around quickly, rattling the little plastic players within that you can’t help but feel bad for. 

You look away from the spinning bar and instead place your hands on your hips, taking a step towards Jungkook and cocking an eyebrow. “And how would you know?” 

“I made Yoongi look it up once. I wanted to take a class…alas, it did not exist.” He shrugs, making everyone within the vicinity break down in laughter at his sarcastic stupidity. 

Upon recovering, you step to one side of the table, holding two of the handles and taking a competitive stance. “Despite that, wanna play?” Jungkook and the others slowly let the laughter die down before positions are taken and Jin stands to drop the ball into the board. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smirks and shifts his eyes quickly from you to the wooden table decorated pristinely like a field. 

The ball is dropped and both opposing sides snap into play. 

At the same time as ball meets wood, Yoongi traipses through the threshold to the lounge; Taehyung and Jimin following close behind, but they’re too caught up in conversation to notice the game taking place upon entering. Namjoon smiles when Yoongi joins him at the chess table; frankly you aren’t sure how long that will last—nevertheless, he seems overjoyed to see his close friend. 

Across the room, Taehyung flamboyantly throws his hands into each word he utters; a laugh of amusement flowing from Jimin upon hearing the end of Taehyung’s unruly story. A yelp of disfavour leaps without notice from your throat as Jungkook scores, and Jimin jumps at the sound of your voice. “That’s three to three. Seems you guys are tied.” Jin announces, making yet another tally mark on the small notepad he has with a flick of his pen.

The game soon resumes and you still remain oblivious to Jimin’s entry with the others. However, he’s anything but oblivious to your presence. Embracing a taciturn air, Jimin abandons Taehyung who doesn’t seem the least bit bothered; portrayed by his blithesome smile upon approaching Yoongi and Namjoon. You spin one of the rows of players hard enough for the ball to fly past Jungkooks defenses and directly into the goal. “Yes!” You bellow, throwing your hands up in the air. Jimin takes advantage and loops his arms around your waist. 

“Nice shot, but I’ve seen better.” He teases, juddering your hips back and forth in his palms gently. 

You spin to wrap your arms around his neck, “Its nice to see you too.” His lips steal yours in a suitably soft smooch that leaves you blushing.

“Ughhhh, gross!” Hoseok groans jokingly, pretending to hurl into Jin’s lap. “Get a room will ya?!” The small group chuckles together before you finally slip from Jimin’s airy grasp. He lingers, admiring your derrière from afar. 

“One more point and I win maknae.” 

Jungkook snorts, “Yeah we’ll see about that; and it's Golden Maknae to you.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself Kook.” Namjoon says from across the room, remaining absolute and focused on his game with Yoongi but somehow still finding time to shrink the Maknae’s ego. 

More laughter; the most heavenly of sounds thrown from each of these boys as if they’re happy to be rid of it. It provides such rapture that you’re not sure you could ever live without the sound. 

Jin drops the ball back onto the chipped playing field, and off the two of you go; spinning the plastic players with all your might. Your hands ache and sting with how tight you squeeze the paddles. You want this win. You need this win. Being competitive runs through your blood faster than that of the oxygen it carries. Currently, you have control of the ball. Getting past Jungkook wont be easy. He’s fast and has the reflexes of a cobra…scoring won’t be any walk in the park. Passing the ball to another row of your players, you slip past your adversary’s last line of defense. But, it’s too late. Jungkook spins his paddle of players and the ball goes flying all the way back, making a home directly in your goal box. “NO! Goddammit!” Hoseok and Jin burst out laughing, Jungkook celebrates with a dance. 

Wiping away a jest induced tear, Jin finally announces the score. “Four to four hot stuff. Seems the maknae might win after-all.” 

“I wouldn’t bet on it.” You growl, keen on winning and rubbing it in Jungkooks smug face.

“I will.” Jimin shrugs, smiling. You and the others divert your stares to your boyfriend who seems for dying today. “I’ll bet that Jungkook wins. If he does…then I get something in return. Fair?” 

“Uh oh, they’re doing it again.” Jungkook whispers towards his two elders who have been onlookers this entire time. 

The three of them turn pale, bets between the two of you have ended in a variety of ways. Multiple involving some of the ensemble getting injured by flying shoes and handbags. Jungkook—poor boy—is the unlucky chap caught in the crossfires this time around…and the pale hue to his usually bright melanin skin tells anyone who dare to look over that something is about to go horribly wrong; or that Jungkook is about to be revisited by his lunch. 

You turn to face Jimin, pulling him by the shirt towards you. “And if I win?” 

He grins, his fairy like blue hair making him appear innocent when he’s anything but. “We’ll decide later. Just do me a favor and lose.”  

“Over my dead body.” 

“That can be arranged.” 

You raise a fist to hit your lover when Jungkook calls out: “Growing old here! I don’t care what the two of you get if you win or I do; but I for one would like to actually find out who owns the bragging rights.” Jin and Hoseok try their damndest to conceal smiles, but fail nonetheless. 

You return to the table, trying with all your might not to let the nervousness you feel sift its way onto your face. Jungkook radiates cocky energy the second you look up to meet his steadfast eyes. “Last point; next scorer takes the game!” Jin announces, sounding exactly like a sports announcer should. “On my count.” He looks to both players. “Ready? Set? Go!” 

With his last dropped word the ball follows and the game resumes, drawing the attention of all occupants of the room. Taehyung has gravitated towards the table, even Namjoon and Yoongi have turned their bodies and heads to watch the making of a foosball champion. Which hopefully, is you. 

Your tongue rests at the corner of your mouth as you watch with sharp eyes: the ball move back and forth between the two teams’ players. “Get out of my way dammit!” You shout, raising a chuckle from your opponent and friends. 

“That kinda defeats the purpose gorgeous.” Jungkook utters, smiling. 

Jungkook has the ball, moving up the field and closer to your goal box. At last second you're able to maneuver the ball from him, moving it back towards his goal. Your attempts are short-lived however; as your opponent uses his quick thinking and rapid reflexes to steal the ball back and move it down towards your side. Sweat trickles down the back of your neck, you’re not sure if you could take another second of the stress. If you time it right, you could hit the ball past Jungkooks defense and into his goal. So, you spin the paddle.

Your heart rings in your ears and you squeeze your eyes shut. You hear the ball land in a goal box. You smile and open your eyes, ready to celebrate. Jungkook cheers, jumps up and down and moves away to do a front flip. “Victory is sweet!” He screams. 

You’re at a loss for words. Your jaw falls slack and a chorus of ‘Ooo’s’ and low grunts erupt through the crowd. “Nice pull through Kook. I was sure you’d lose.” 

Taehyung goes and gives Jungkook a high five, providing you with a solemn look of peace. Then, the cool presence of Jimin comes up behind you. He whispers, “Now…for the next competition.” 

The evening draws to a close when the others depart to find time for themselves. Namjoon and Yoongi first, most likely heading back to their studio’s or rooms back in the dorms to produce or catch up on some much needed beauty sleep. Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung leave not too long afterward. They said something about going out to eat. Jungkook’s head turned at that but he was looking to Jimin and you to see if you’d be joining them. “We’ll catch up Kook. Tell the other’s we’ll meet you all there.” Jimin’s smile was warmer than a crackling fireplace, and there’s no way Jungkook could say no. He pivots, and follows the others out the door with a smile. 

Jimin waits until he no longer hears footsteps to turn to you and steal your lips for his own. You push him off thanks to his lingering words still swirling through your mind. “So about this competition…” You start, “Care to tell me more?” 

Your lover grins from ear to ear. “So you got a hold of that did you?” 

You nod. “I did. And i’d like to know what you meant by it.”

He sighs, moving his hands down to your hips and holding you there. “I was thinking...we play a game with higher stakes than that of a foosball game.” 

Your curiosity has officially peaked. Park Jimin has these dark eyes that can scoop you up completely with just one glance. Your full attention is on those eyes, and what they’ll do next. “What does the winner get?” 

“Topping rights.” He whispers the words with a gentle smirk plastered to his face. It's clear that this has been an idea of his for quite some time. Like a sleeping panther, he waited for his time to strike. 

You waver, fluttering your eyelashes and glancing about the room. “For how long?” 

Jimin licks his lips, “A week.”

“Hm, Surprising.” You’ve grown cocky, and feel a raging fire of confidence surge through you.

“What is?” Your lover questions, confused by your comment.

“It’s surprising that you’d be willing to give up topping rights for a whole week.”

He starts to laugh, to think you actually believe you’ll beat him. Jimin’s had this game of his planned out for months; and he knows your weaknesses. “I admire your confidence. But I’ll win this one Kitten, you can bet on that.” 

You move forward and kiss him, mumbling a “We’ll see about that.” Between your parting lips. 

Dinner at the restaurant with Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin was business as usual. The appetite the boys had was big; and the bill was twice that size. Upon arrival of certain meal parts and between meat being cooked, Jimin had conjured a deep and insightful conversation with Taehyung about Korean traditions and origins, a topic Jin soon took over. “Hungry?” Your lover whispers, his hand resting on your thigh. 

“Very; my stomach might eat itself if I don’t get something inside me soon.” 

A silence ensues between you two, but Jimin’s eyes gleam with the promise of an innuendo don’t leave you. He starts to chuckle and you soon register the words that escaped you. “I can put something inside—” 

You dig your nails into his hand that you’ve been holding. 

Jimin flinches, wincing in pain before reaching for your wrist with his free hand. He squeezes until you let up and whisper, “Nice try.” 

Jimin smiles and looks up to Hoseok, “Hyung, we have a hangry lady over here…mind saving me from a mauling?” He asks, teasing you gently with the use of the word hangry. Doing so all while all while desperately trying to evert his train of thought from attempting to seduce you. 

Hoseok proceeds to cut open different chunks of meat, checking each one for imperfections and rawness. “These few are done.” He announces, pointing to a select couple of chunks that make your mouth water.

Both Taehyung and Jin stop their conversing at the announcement of fully cooked meat. “Ladies first.” Hoseok hastily lets the words slip past his lips, gulping back a mouth of saliva. 

Your own lips part to answer him as you hold out your plate. It’s then that Jimin’s hand moves towards an area of you that is usually reserved for touching within the confines of your bedroom. “ThANK you Hobi.” Jimin’s hand brushes over your panties, up and down tracing slow needy movements that causes your tone to fluctuate.  

Hoseok doesn’t seem to take your tone fluctuation as anything out of the ordinary. If anything, he thinks you’re playing. “You’RE WELcome!” He jokes, copying your tone. 

You quickly take back your plate, dropping it onto the table and allowing it to land safely with a clack. Jimin resumes a conversation with Jungkook to cover his own ass. His hand and fingers remain doing the job they set out to do: torture you and win this little competition as fast as possible. 

Jin laughs loudly, slapping Hoseok on the back. The mixture of sounds breaks you away from and out of the haze Jimin’s fingers put—more like forces—you into. Underneath the table, your hand pushed Jimins away even though the feeling of ecstasy he feeds you leaves you in a state of ravenous hunger unrelated to the cooling meat on the plate ahead of you. If he thinks he’s going to win topping rights so easily…then he’s wrong. It’s the first night, and you plan to last much longer than that.

Jimin withdrawals, as the rules state. If he were to press on, he’d lose. And if you were to accept his come on…you would have to accept defeat.

Dammit. This competition is proving to be quite the futile feat. Hopefully…you’re strong enough to make it through without allowing a finger to slip into you. 

Two. Weeks.

Two damn weeks! 

Two weeks of nothing more than casual kisses and hand holds. It has been fourteen days since Jimin and you decided that this competition would be fun. And it has been sixteen days since you two last slept together.

Raw, passionate, heart rattling sex. 

You have never missed it so much before. Its one thing to not have a vessel that can bring you both pleasure and love, but it’s a whole other to be tied to one and neither of you can do jack about it all thanks to a petty agreement. 

“Is masturbating cheating?” You blurt mid movie viewing on the couch with Jimin who’s munching on popcorn and obviously absorbed into the plot line of the film.

“What?” He chokes, coughing up a kernel that he catches before it can pass his lips. 

“Because touching myself sounds so good right now. Like, Chicago deep dish pizza good.” 

Jimin chuckles, taking another handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before commenting. “Seems like someones tapping out.”

You raise your eyebrows and shift uncomfortably away from him, “I never said I was tapping out!” You swallow and clear your throat, “I merely asked if masturbating was cheating!”

Jimin hums, thinking calmly. “Hm…no. No it’s not.” 

You cross your arms, “You’re only saying that because you’ve jizzed four times this week already.” 

Jimins arm escapes from behind you, the movie that before had his attention absorbed, now completely labeled as nothing more than white noise. “What? No I—”

“Chim, I’m not blind. I know you don’t have a cold and the crumpled up tissues in the bathroom garbage were definitely not there when I left for groceries around noon.” 

“Oh please, you’re telling me you haven’t touched yourself once for two weeks?” 

“Three.” You correct, growing antsy. 

Jimin gulps as he stares at you, looking serious but soon his soft features melt to show a laugh.

“What’s so damn funny?!” You yell, sitting up straighter. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t think of the loophole sooner!” 

You pick up a pillow and wack him with it, he moves the popcorn out of the way; sacrificing his face in lieu of the buttery bowl. “Asshole.” 

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds Kitten. Just say the word.” He wears a smug grin that whispers devilish intent, he wants to cave just as much as you do; but he knows he can’t. Winning is his ultimate goal. 

“In your dreams.” 

“How’d you know?” 

“Ha. Ha. Hilarious.” 

Jimin looks away, picking his popcorn back up and continuing to eat. “Fine then, thats your call. Suffer alone.”

“I won’t suffer.” You stand, turning towards your boyfriend before leaving the room, “I don’t need you to cum. Enjoy the movie Jimin.” You call, catching your boyfriend mid mouthful as he turns to watch you go.

“What? Where are you going?! Rachel is about to stand up to Eleanor at the wedding! I’m betting—and hoping—that she slaps that woman! Do you think she actually farts channel N.5?” He mumbles the last part to himself, but eventually pauses the film to chase after you, wherever you ran off to. 

Jimin moves swiftly down the hall with a couple last pieces of popcorn in his hand. He couldn’t possibly enjoy the movie without you. Besides, you were keeping him warm and now he’s caught a chill thanks to your absence. “Babe, I’ll get fat if you let me eat all this popcorn alone. Please come watch with me. I’m sorry I laughed.” He giggles to himself again, remembering the question you asked. “I just figured that you of all people would have taken full advantage of that loop hole. I’m surprised, and impressed!” He compliments.

Your shared bedroom door is ajar, and Jimin approaches it with caution; recalling several pranks involving flour, airhorns, and slime that have taken place in this very threshold. His mouth falls agape when he begins to form your name, the letters averse as they never fully reach maturity. From within the bedroom Jimin can hear stuttering pants and moans, ones so mystifying and familiar. They could only be coming from you. 

Those sweet purrs you let out acting as music to Jimins ears. 

Clearly, his answer to your question imbued in you enough courage to put date night on pause and pleasure yourself in the next room. Your behavior was insufferable, but oh so resolute. The intricacy of your movements had Jimins own hand palming his length through his jeans. The rules to this competition state that touching each other is forbidden and therefore no possibility. But, no where does it state that voyeurism is unwelcome.

Within the room, on the edge of the bed your lips incrementally part; the space between them unceremoniously filled with your tongue that pokes at the opening. Jimins hand squeezes tighter around his length with each pump over his length. The very sight of you so exposed and lust driven is indisputably the most beautiful you’ve ever appeared. Coveted, Jimin moans quietly as your finger is joined by another, your free hand working on other erogenous zones to provide a more fluid pleasure. Jimin dubiously sidles closer to the opening in the door, seeking fortuitous noises from you to further fuel his movements. “Jimin…right there.” You coo, imagining that it was your lover who was moving within you in lieu of your two digits. 

Thats all Jimin needed.

As painful as it is to complete, Jimin zips his jeans. He tucks his length against his stomach, held in place by his belt. Assuming position, he allows his foot to push the door open gently. However, the push is strong enough to reveal him standing in the doorway. “Right where baby?”

“Come to torture yourself?” You grin, curling your fingers deep inside you. Their motion is slow but rough. The very feeling has your eyes rolling back in your head. 

“Of course not. I find great joy in watching you fall apart under your own hands. The very sight will hold me over for another week. Maybe two, if I use my time wisely. So thanks Kitten.” Jimin winks, and reaches for the door. “Have fun.” He coos before walking out and closing it over.

“Fuck you Park Jimin!” You yell, realizing just now that despite the view, you may have actually helped your boyfriend win.

Attempt One: Failure.

“How in the holy mother of hell are you guys still alive?”

“Hobi, people don’t just drop like flies when they haven’t gotten laid for a little while.” Jimin laughs, sipping from a water bottle between choreography sessions. 

“A month Jimin! I’d be worried for my health!” The elder boy fakes a shiver, laughing when he catches wind of the laughable air the situation withholds. 

Jungkook gets up from stretching on the floor, he too is drenched in a thin sheen of sweat. “I thought you were kidding! She’s right there all the time man, how have you been keeping it down?!”

Jimin smacks his lips; “Kook, let me show you something.” He takes Jungkook by the shoulder, throwing his arm over it to control where he walks. He saunters him over to a mirror. “You see this?” He says, pointing at Jungkooks reflection.

“Yes? It’s me.”

Jimin nods, “Correct. I too see a virgin who has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about.”

Jungkook throws Jimin’s arm off of him, blushing profusely and shooting the two older and now laughing boys a burning look of hatred. “I’m not a virgin!” 

“Surrrrrrre; whatever you say Golden Virgin.” Hoseok jibes, sipping from a water bottle with a drenched towel around his neck.

“The Virgin Mary Maknae!” Jimin turns, pointing at Hoseok when he comes up with the second nickname. 

The two hyungs hold hands and begin to chant half-assed nicknames that leave Jungkook stained red. 

After practice, the room had been evacuated; only Jimin left surrounded by mirrors. And of course…his cell phone. He knows you’re probably home right now. Shoulder deep in a month old package of questionable Oreos. Whats wrong with sending one picture? One little picture. Jimin knows that if you reciprocate…he wins. 

Positioning himself in front of one of the many floor length mirrors, Jimin opens his camera and holds up his shirt with his mouth. His joggers hang low enough to reveal his deep v-line and when he flexes each individual abdominal muscle becomes enhanced. “Chew on this baby.” He slurs to you, smirking into the cloth in his mouth. His finger hovers over the send button after the picture is taken. It’s with that same cocky grin that he clicks send. 

You hear the ding from your phone on the coffee table. Jimin was right. You’ve already made a tyrannosaurus like dent in this package of Oreos, and there’s no chance of you stopping in sight. You continue to munch cuddled up on the couch with a fuzzy blanket, picking up your phone with innocence in your doe eyes. His name appears all happy on your screen, so you unlock the device without hesitation.

19:34 Jiminie 🥰💖 | Hi Kitten, just finished practice! Hobi worked Kook and I to the bone today. Look how sweaty he got me!

It’s with slim ambivalent behavior that you click on the photo Jimin has sent. You gulp at the sight. The view is downright blasphemous. The most nefarious part to it being that you just know he meant to send it. Time and time again has Jimin seen the way you look as him after a good workout and just how it affects you. Nothing has changed now. It physically hurts you not to tell him to rush home. Or that you’d love to come and see what he’s practiced today…not that you’d be seeing anything other than his shimmering body moving against yours. 

You need to answer him. He probably knows your gawking—more like drooling into your Oreos—at him. Through gritted teeth, you set out to extinguish his inner incubus by typing up something…normal.

19:37 | Thats great baby! So glad you had a great time! You’re probably famished after all that exercise. What do you want for dinner?

Jimin chuckles to himself upon reading your response. He can imagine what you look like based off of previous knowledge. You’re most likely blushing and biting your lip. It’s all too easy.

Jimin swallows, typing a response thats sure to be incendiary.

19:40 Jiminie 🥰💖|You.

He quickly answers. You hold your phone tightly, blushing and biting your lip in the exact fashion that Jimin imagined. 

19:40 | I think we’re fresh out :( Will pasta suffice?

Jimin sighs. He’s picked a worthy opponent. One that won’t go down without a fight.