Sometimes Jimin fell asleep so easily, on the couch with his phone in his hands and his shoes on, on top of his blankets still fully dressed, at the dinner table when he was almost done eating - and tonight, right after his shower. He had toweled himself dry and tossed the cloth away, sighing and collapsing face first on his bed. He scrolled through his phone on his stomach until his eyes drooped closed.
- You knocked softly on the door of Jimin's bedroom but there was no answer. You cracked it open, a pile of his laundry in your arms. You glanced around and saw him lying on his bed, his face squished against his pillow, eyes softly closed. But that wasn't what you were looking at. All you could see right now was Jimin's body - his toned shoulders and back, sloping, small waist, long, muscular legs all bare and gorgeous - and not to mention the dimples in his lower back and his perfect, round, plush ass. So much honey tanned skin on display you almost dropped all the laundry you were holding as your mouth fell open and you stared at him in awe. You had a sudden idea and you smirked, darting down the hall to grab a toy you had purchased a while ago but not had a chance to use yet.
You went back down to Jimin's room and set his clothes on his dresser before crossing to him. You admired his body for a moment, watching the muscles in his back contract slightly with each breath and then you reached out and trailed your fingers down from his shoulder to his waist, just lightly touching his skin. He looked so - so good. You wanted to touch him all over. Wanted to taste him all over. Your hand flat on his back you spread your fingers out, slowly trailing them up and then down his back again, eliciting a low, appreciative moan from Jimin. You continued to rub his back, his skin soft and warm, and this time when your hand went down you didn't stop at his waist, instead following the dip in his back and then sliding up over his perfect butt, fingers palming his cheek and squeezing lightly.
"G-Gray," he breathed sleepily.
"Hi baby boy," you replied, leaning down to press a kiss to the center of his back, tracing the curve of his spine with your lips.
"I didn't forget you know," you murmured against him, hands sliding around his sides to trace the planes of his hips lightly, fingers swirling over his skin.
Your voice dropped low.
"I still owe you a punishment."
He went still beneath your touch at the idea, his body tense as he unconsciously held his breath. He swallowed heavily.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Mhm," you replied, leaning down to kiss the dimples in his back.
He exhaled heavily, a low moan in the back of his throat as your tongue darted out of your mouth and you trailed it along his skin, tracing over the curve of his ass. You gripped his thighs lightly and pushed them slightly apart as you crawled on the bed between his ankles, leaning down and beginning to trail kisses over the backs and insides of his perfect legs. Jimin was pretty and lean and although he wasn't as tall as the other boys in the house, proportionally his legs were so long you couldn't kiss them enough. He sighed and moaned lightly, shifting beneath your touch as you began to suck light spots on his inner thighs, your lips pressed against his skin and tongue tasting, hands slipping and squeezing him wherever you could reach.
"Hhhn ah!" He gasped when your hands slipped over his thighs to his butt, gripping his cheeks and spreading them a bit.
He pressed his legs wider in a silent plea, pushing his hips up and back slightly. You licked your lips at the way he was so obviously begging, his body language so needy and desperate.
"Look so pretty baby boy," you said, hands massaging his ass lightly, a thumb straying down to brush over his smooth perineum, making him gasp and press back farther.
