Pixie Dust | PJM

Body Glitter

"Mmm, kitten, you have no idea how grateful I am," Jimin sighs against your neck, his hand slowing to a more soothing pace.

"How about you show me how grateful you are?" You suggest, a little breathless.

He lets out a chuckle that reverberates through his chest. "Bold, so bold. I like that," he whispers, his lips brushing against your neck with each word.

The hand pressed against you stops its movements and you whine in protest. Jimin just tuts softly, shaking his head as he drops to his knees before you. Your eyes follow him down. A thrill goes through you as you take in how unbelievably beautiful Jimin looks kneeling in front of you. His fingers delicately untie your boots, loosening the strings and helping you step out of them.

Jimin stands, a coy smile on his face. He steps around behind you, bringing his hands up to your shoulders. His fingers pluck at the fabric of your bodysuit. "Zipper," you murmur, rolling your shoulders back into his touch.

"I'll get there, kitten, don't you worry." His hands move slowly down, gliding over your shoulder blades and the soft swell of your lower back. He stops, letting his fingertips graze over the top of your ass, then sighs softly. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

You push your hips back making your ass press against his upper thighs. You can feel his half-hard cock against the small of your back. His fingers dig in where they're resting at the top of your ass. He grunts softly as you shift slightly up onto the balls of your feet, letting your ass slide up and rub against him. "Jimin?" He hums in response. "Don't make me wait," you plead softly.

"So eager," he praises. "Okay, kitten, let's see what you're hiding under here." His hands go back to your shoulders, sweeping across them until they're at the nape of your neck. The bodysuit is tight, it took both you and Reed giving your best efforts in order to get it on you. It hugs your shapely body, accentuating the curves and lines. You're not sure you've ever wanted to curse a garment more in your life; hopefully, it's easier to take off than it was to put on.

Chills follow the zipper down your spine, stopping just at the swell of your ass. His hands are warm as they slip under the fabric at the top of your back. He gently pushes the suit open, working to expose your shoulders. You silently thank Reed for suggesting you forgo a bra, one less thing to worry about right now.

He continues to work the fabric, gently tugging it down your arms. You close your eyes and sigh as the front slips down exposing your breasts to the night air. It's relatively decent weather, but goosebumps pop up across your skin for reasons other than the slight chill in the air. The way Jimin moves his hands, fingers brushing your exposed skin so delicately, has your breath quickening and your heart threatening to beat right out of your now exposed chest. You let out a small, breathy sigh as your nipples pebble into tight buds.

Jimin frees your arms from the sleeves, letting the top of the bodysuit fall loose. His hands come to your hips and he hooks his thumbs into the fabric. You can feel his breath on your neck, warm puffs on every exhale. "Jimin," you breathe, biting your bottom lip. He noses against the nape of your neck as his hands begin to push the bodysuit down and over your hips.

"Your body is so beautiful, kitten," he murmurs against your neck. He trails kisses down your spine as he continues to push your bodysuit down, hands gliding smoothly along your thighs and calves. You step out of the suit, kicking it to the side. You go to turn around and face him but his hands grip your hips and keep you facing away. "I'm not done," you can feel the breath of his words at the small of your back.

The thin and dainty fabric of your lacy black thong is the only barrier remaining. "Oh," you jump slightly in surprise as Jimin's tongue darts out and glides just over the top of the band. "Fuck." The word leaves your mouth in a whisper. Jimin pinches the lace to either side of your hips and you hear the faintest ripping of fabric before realizing your panties are now just hanging between your thighs. "Jimi-"