[POISON]

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warning: Jimin has a kitty, squirting, nipple play,

paint brush play, overstimulation

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NO ONE'S POV

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12 o'clock

Y/n glances at the clock, tired and worn out. She yawns as she stretches her arms and spreads her legs in her round chair. As she settled, she stared at her painting. She wasn't contended. Something was missing.

Crack..

Feeling the strain in her body, she stood up and left the room, deciding to take a break and continue the next day. As she left the room, she immediately went to her and Jimin's bedroom. She opened the door to see him on the bed, spread out, and his phone in hand.

Jimin doesn't seem to notice her enter the room as it was pitch black, only the lamp and the moonlight seeping through the window were providing light. The sounds of scrolling music echo through his phone as she gets closer to the bed.

Creek..

"Princess..." Y/n calls out as she sat down next to him and her arm wrapped around his torso. "Fuck, you scared me." Jimin flinched, feeling her cold fingertips grazing his bare skin. He turned to his side to bury his face in her chest. "How's the painting going?" Jimin said, muffled by your chest. "Still needs a lot of work."

Y/n in frustration said while running her fingers through his hair. Jimin lifted his head "I think it's already beautiful. Your hands somehow always create a masterpiece." He said while taking her hands in his, kissing the back.

"And somehow," He brought her fingers to his mouth, "they always find ways to make me feel good." He whispered while opening his mouth for her fingers to explore. Luckily, they weren't covered in paint.