Making fun of Jimin’s small hands until he shuts you up by gagging you with his fingers and finger banging you until you cry at the same time because unfff
"Comparing hands with me is a crime," Jimin playfully scolds you, pointing his index finger at your face. "No."
"Aww why not?" you exclaim, watching him get up from the couch and make his way to the bedroom. You follow behind him like a pet, giggling at the way he was huffing and puffing.
Jimin sits at the edge of the bed, watching you with a sly grin, saying nothing and just listening to you babbling on and on about his fingers.
“You know, I’m not the only one making fun of your fingers.” You say, resting your hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow as you stand tall in front of him.
“Yup. Even your fans sometimes do it.”
Jimin chuckles, deciding that he had enough already. He commands you to sit on his lap by patting his thigh. You feel giddy and playful, obeying easily.
“If you keep talking about my fingers, I swear to god, Y/n—”
“But they’re cute!” you grab a hold of his hand and you start to play with his fingers, “They’re like... little Cheetos!”
Right after that, Jimin mumbles curses underneath his breath, lifts you up, and slams your back onto the bed. You release a gasp from this abrupt action, with him hovering on top of you. “Open your filthy mouth,” he grunts. You follow in an instant, prying your mouth open.
He shoves his middle and ring finger inside your mouth, forcing them deeper. Jimin ignores the way you gag, your eyes filling up with tears. “Yeah, you like that? You like my fingers choking that filthy mouth?”
You whimper, hands trying to push him away but he doesn’t allow you. “You seem to forget that these are the same fucking fingers used to make you cum until you shake, right baby? Or have you forgotten?”
He tugs your cotton shorts down alongside your underwear, revealing your delicious cunt in display for him. He groans, biting his plump bottom lip.
“Let me remind you what these fingers do, angel.”
And that’s exactly what he did.
You were a mess, mouth agape and your legs have a mind of their own as Jimin uses three fingers to fuck your soaked pussy. The wet, lewd sound fuels him to fuck you harder, faster, and make your legs so weak that you cannot walk.
Jimin kisses you passionately, although finding it amusing how you keep moaning into the kiss, he continues to fuck you. Your pussy soaks his digits, making them easier to pump in and out for a swift motion. He strokes your sweet spot continuously, not giving you any time to breathe.
“Babe,” you moan airily, “I’m gonna cum!”
“Again? You’re gonna cum again?” he tilts his head to the side in absolute mirth, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” you instantly reply, “No! Please, d-don’t!”
He forces a second orgasm out of your system. Screaming his name, you tremble and squirm on the bed, ruining the sheets with your juices. Jimin sighs in delight, for watching you cum was one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen.
“No way you’re crying,” Jimin suddenly points out after you had calmed down a little bit. He gasps, wiping away the fallen tears from your delicate cheeks. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Ah, y-yeah,” you respond, blushing.
“Be careful what you say next time, cutie,” Jimin winks, “you don’t know what else I can do to you.”
