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I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.
Jimin is holding his position behind you. He’s in sweatpants and a tank top that reveals a lot of his sides. You rewind the music a little and then try the part again.
“You have to turn out your foot more.”
Already frustrated after a long day, you still follow his advice. It works annoyingly well.
At one of the next turns, Jimin’s foot is in your way and you stumble over it. You manage to break your fall with your hands.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” Jimin drops onto his knees and puts his hand on your back in a protective gesture. “You alright y/n?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
You shrug off his hand, even though you don’t actually mind him touching you. You see a muscle work in Jimin’s jaw.
“You sure that you’re okay?”
“Yes. I just said that.”
“I don’t mean from the fall.”
You frown, looking up at Jimin. He’s balancing on his heels next to you. It is a genuine question, apparently. He looks all focused and puppy-eyed.
“Stressed. I’m stressed and I have a hard time relaxing at the moment. This choreo is kicking my behind.”
Jimin has been your friend for many years and your dance partner for even longer. You know he won’t judge.
“Y/n, you’ve done way harder choreos than this one. Way, way harder ones. I think you’re getting in your head too much.”
“I know.” You blow at a strand of hair that has escaped your French braid.
Jimin gets up and turns down the volume of the music. He turns and sits down next to you. He holds out his hand. You look at it, confused.
“Give me your hand.” You do. “I know how much hand massages relax you.”
Another testament to how well Jimin knows you. He starts the massage gently, more of a caress. You relax into his practiced hands quickly. By the time he’s worked all the way up to your wrist you’re practically goo in his hands.
“Do you want me to do your shoulders too?”
“Mh”, you hum. Your eyes are closed, and you haven’t felt that much bliss in months. Jimin moves behind you and runs his hands down on either side of your spine. Your back arches away from him.
“Aching muscles or are you being shy?”
“You have your hands all over me when we dance. Why would I be shy about you touching my back?”
“Because dance is our professional life. Right now, we’re just friends.”
“Keep going please, friend.”
Though you can’t see him due to your closed eyes, you’re pretty sure Jimin is smiling. Or perhaps biting his lower lip so he doesn’t smile. That beautiful plump lower lip that would feel heavenly all over your body. You push the thought aside and focus on Jimin’s magical hands.
“In case you don’t retire rich from dancing, you should become a masseuse. Your hands are heavenly.”
Jimin is gently working on your left shoulder.
“Is that so?”
You can hear the smirk in his voice.
“It is. Have you never heard that before?”
“I have. Just usually wasn’t in the context of kneading shoulders.”
“What a shame”, you answer, trying to cover for how you have no idea what else to say.
Silence descends. It feels awkward for the first few moments, but the massage is so good that your focus returns there quickly. Jimin moves his hands forward, so he is massaging the front side of your shoulders as well. His hands don’t move much beyond your collar bone.
Your chest muscles have been aching the past two days from new exercises you’ve incorporated. This is the perfect opportunity.
“Can you go a bit lower? My chest muscles have been really tight.”
Without comment, Jimin scoots to your side and starts running his hands over your left chest muscle, applying gentle pressure. You grit your teeth whenever he hits a particularly tight spot. It doesn’t bother you much that he’s nearly touching your nipple every time his hand runs down.
“If you want me to go softer, tell me.”
“No, no. It’s prefect.”
The pain lessens as the muscle relaxes. With a sigh you lean more into Jimin’s hands. Due to that, his hand does graze your nipple this time.
“Oh, sorry.”
He doesn’t sound sorry at all.
“Don’t worry about it.”
You don’t move back, and he doesn’t change the position of his hands. Every time his hand moves down, it touches your nipple. If anything, you jut your chest out a little more, because the friction feels nice.
Suddenly, Jimin’s hands disappear. Your eyes flutter open.
“Why did you st-“
You stop when you meet Jimin’s eyes. The only time you normally see them that seductive is when he goes out on stage to dance such a role. His eyes move to your nipple, then back to yours.
“Can I?”
“I… Yeah.”
Jimin stretches out one hand and cups your boob. He squeezes gently. His thumb repeatedly grazes over your perky nipple. You close your eyes again, enjoying how he plays with you.
“I love your boobs. How about you take off the t-shirt?”
Perhaps your brain is mushy, but you just do it without questioning it. He’s seen you in your sports bra hundreds of times.
With one fewer layer, your nipples react a lot more sensitively to his touch. You breathe out a sigh. He could only top that by using his mouth.
Apparently, those are Jimin’s thoughts as well. He tugs at the hem of the sports bra, giving you time to object. You don’t. So he pulls is upwards until your boobs spill out.
“Is it normal that they look smaller in a sports bra than they actually are?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Sit on my lap, princess.”
You open your eyes. Jimin sits in front of you, holding open his arms. You glance at his lap. It looks inviting and you’re pretty sure you see a dent forming in the wide sweatpants.
You crawl onto his lap. It’s a much more intimate position than you’re used to when it comes to Jimin. Your crotches touch as you sit down on him. Jimin lets out a throaty moan. Yeah, he’s definitely starting to grow hard.
“Tell me if you want me to stop”, he says.
“Okay.”
Jimin places sweet, soft kisses along your neck, down to your nipple. He takes the very tip between his full lips. You release a massive sigh as your head rolls back. That only seems to spur him on. He sucks the rest of your nipple into his mouth and rolls it between his lips. Your hands claw into Jimin’s back.
“Please don’t stop doing that.”
It feels so heavenly that you automatically start moving your hips, rubbing against his hardness. The friction is very pleasant. Jimin’s breath hitches at first, but he doesn’t stop you. His hands run up and down your sides and hips. Suddenly, they stop. His mouth disengages from your nipple.
The air feels cold again the sensitive skin. You whine and pout.
“Do you want more?” His lips are right next to your ear, his voice low.
“Yes, I do.”
“Lay down on your back and I’ll give you more.”
Your eyes widen. He wants to go down on you? Seriously? A man who actually wants to do that?
You obey, getting rid of your own pair of sweatpants in the process. You feel vulnerable with your boobs out and only your underwear covering you, laying on your back. Jimin runs a hand over his bulge as he looks at you. It looks nice and thick, and you want to touch it too.
“Later, princess.”
Jimin places his hands on your knees and pulls them apart gently. His eyes linger on the dark spot on your pink underwear for a long moment. Finally, his eyes meet yours.
“If you don’t feel comfortable, we can stop anytime.”
“What? No. Keep going, please. Do you want me to combust?”
The low chuckle sounds kind of dangerous. You swallow. Jimin slides his hands down the insides of your thighs.
“Don’t worry.”
It sounds like a very sexy threat as he eyes your underwear again. Two of his fingers slide along your slit. They stop over the wet patch.
“You liked my lips on your nipple, huh?”
“Yes, I did. My goodness, just touch me properly already!”
Jimin bites his lower lip to hide his wide smile. It’s unsuccessful. But he heeds your request and starts trailing kisses down the inside of your thigh. Open mouthed kisses that involve tongue. You’ve never been this blissed out or frustrated by someone’s teasing.
“Raise your hips.”
You do. Your underwear disappears. Jimin’s lips are almost on you. He gently touches your clit with his finger. Your hips jolt up. He looks amused by that and tries it again. This time, he taps your clit repeatedly until you writhe.
“You look very pretty like that.”
Your brain doesn’t even care what he’s saying. Especially not when he takes away his hand and replaces it with his tongue. You’re pretty sure this is heaven. He licks your little bud, sucks on it, and pushes you to the edge.
“Jimin, uhh, Jiminah!”
Jimin pushes a finger into you. You come undone, your hips riding out the high on his tongue and finger. It takes a few moments before you feel the high abate and let out a content sigh. Jimin sits up and holds out his hand.
“Give me your hand.”
You do. He leads it to your clit.
“Keep playing with yourself. I’ll be right back.”
Blissfully exhausted as you are, you rub gentle circles over your clit. You feel yourself tightening around nothing again way to soon. You look around for Jimin. He walks back across the room to you, drops his pants and kneels down between your leg. Finally, you get a good view of his dick.
It’s thick, with a dark tip that’s already leaking. He looks delicious.
“Next time, baby”, Jimin says. He rips open a foil packet and rolls the condom down over his length. “Stretch your legs and hold them up.”
You do that. Jimin grabs your ankles and holds your legs out in a V-shape. With one hand, he guides his dick, rubbing against your slit a few times. Your head drops back when he finally pushes into you.
In this position, with him upright and holding onto your legs, the penetration is so deep your brain short circuits for a moment. He looks down at you, lips parted, eyes hooded.
You keep rubbing your clit and hold onto his thigh with the other hand. His thrusts are slow and deep, as smooth as he dances. Your head comes forward as you clench around him, feeling the next orgasm coming.
“Ah, baby”, Jimin moans. The thrusts become harder.
„Mh, Jiminah.“
You keep rubbing your clit until you can barely see straight anymore. Your head drops back as the orgasm washes over you. Or more like, burns through you.
You lock eyes with Jimin again as he chases his own high. He thrusts a few more times until his eyes close and he cums. He lets go of your legs and lays down on top of you, keeping some of his weight off you with his arms. You sling your legs around him.
His hair sticks to his forehead. You brush it to the side and plant a kiss there. That rouses Jimin from his position.
“Did I kiss you at all”, he asks sleepily.
“Uhm, I’m not sure. But I don’t think so.”
Jimin pushes himself into a planking position and moves forward until his face is right above yours.
“You look beautiful all fucked out and relaxed.”
You giggle at his direct choice of words.
“So do you.”
Jimin moves in for a gentle kiss. You love the way his lips feel on yours. It is him who finally breaks the kiss.
“We have to be out of here in 10, but how about you come over tonight? I’ll cook.”
“You sure you won’t get distracted from that?”
“Okay, I’ll have something ready to eat. When during the night we heat it up doesn’t matter.”
Seeing that made me feel like Jimin understands what his audience wants, and that that's aligned with the kind of art he wants to create. Those things are very difficult to align. My wish for him is to carry on this trajectory and cultivate an audience that meets his goal as an artist. Because yes I saw the weird tweets of randoms being like "tf is this" and "this is goofy." The responses were: this is contemporary dance. And Jimin has the rare privilege to bring contemporary dance to a stunningly huge audience. So, if he keeps going, there will still be a lot of the "this is goofy" people, but there will also be new people starting their journey with dance as an art.
