Mine (Jikook FF)

Feed me

Jimin

I could feel the tension gradually melt away from him, as he relaxed into my comforting embrace, and for a few minutes neither of us spoke; just relishing the pleasant warmth shared between us.

I stretched my arms around the expanse of his chest and felt his heart beating steadily under my fingertips; the slow, peaceful rhythm soothing me.

I'm definitely falling for you...

His long fingers gently wrapped around the nape of my neck as he turned his head in my direction; "Please...kiss me."

I stared at his profile for a moment; admiring his handsome features, then I leaned in and touched my lips to his soft skin. "You're so gorgeous," I hummed.

Jungkook's cheeks expanded as he smiled softly, "And you're sublime."

I chuckled and peppered a few more kisses over his face before unwrapping my arms from around him. "Come on, baby. Let's get a snack."

Jungkook didn't even attempt to open his eyes. Instead, he found my hand and entwined our fingers together; gently holding it, as I guided him away from the living room.

When we reached the kitchen, I flicked the lights on and sat him down at the island bench. "Now, is there anything you're allergic to? I don't want to kill you accidentally."

Jungkook just laughed and shook his head, "You're ridiculous."

I loved watching him laugh. The warm glow that lit up his face as his childish innocence shone through, made my heart skip. He's so precious.

"Last chance," I joked playfully.

His two front teeth protruded in a cute bunny smile and he shook his head harder, "Nope nothing. I like all food."

"Ooo. I love someone with an appetite."

He quickly tucked his lips back over his teeth and I watched as a flush of pink filled his cheeks. "Stooop," he whined sweetly.

"Always so shy, aren't you baby?"

He nodded and dropped his head a little, "You make me shy," he mumbled.

"And...I love it," I purred, running my finger under his chin before walking over to the fridge.

I took out a punnet of strawberries, a block of dark chocolate, and a container of whipping cream, and placed them all on the bench in front of him. Then I grabbed a mixing bowl, a whisk, and a small paring knife.

"Now, let's put those strong muscles to use, shall we?"

I emptied the cream into the bowl and dropped the whisk inside, before pushing it in front of his face. "Here baby. Can you whisk this up for me? I'll let you know when to stop."

I watched as his hand blindly searched for the utensil. When he found it, he gripped it tightly and started mixing the cream at an inhuman speed; his bicep muscles flexing beneath his shirt.

Mmm, my little muscle bunny.

While he focused on his task, I started removing the stems from the strawberries with the small knife; taking care not to squeeze the juice out of them. Then I cracked the chocolate into bite-size pieces and piled them beside one another on the cool surface.

"That's enough, baby," I said pulling the bowl away from him. He immediately stopped and looked toward me; waiting patiently for his next instruction.

"You hungry?" I purred; dipping a strawberry into the whipped cream, before taking a piece of chocolate in my other hand.

He slowly nodded his head and I raised the tasty treat to his lips. "Open up then, baby."