For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need-his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs...
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His words put the same images into your head, drawing a soft gasp out of you. Immediately, you feel the sudden rush of desire coming back to life. The same one that had taken over you even before you found the courage to admit this baby fever of yours, now rising more intensely, taking over you so strongly that it almost makes you grow breathless.
"You did say something about practising, didn't you?" you whisper with a raspy voice, already embracing the pulses of desire brewing under your skin. Reluctantly, you push Jimin away, forcing him to take his hands off of you when you shift on the bed. With a coy smile, you slowly peel your panties off of you, kicking them down your legs until you are completely bare. But instead of giving him a chance to return to you and touch you again, you flip onto your hands and knees, wiggling your hips to him teasingly before saying, "Come over here then, Daddy. Come put a baby in my belly."
Your words seem to snap something within Jimin, as his gaze darkens after hearing you. Raking his gaze down your body, you can those pretty eyes of him filled with lust and hunger, and a dark desire that seems so intense that you can feel it on your skin, as if it turns into invisible fingers tracing down the curves of your body until his gaze rests on the area between your legs. Crawling towards you, Jimin kneels right behind you, positioning himself close enough to see everything but not enough to have his body touching you.
Just when you are about to look over your shoulder to see what he is doing, wondering why he isn't making any move, the sound of a smack echoes through the room, before a sting of pain slowly grows right on your right bottom cheek.
Did he—did he just spank me?
Before you can find your answer, Jimin's palm returns to your skin. Though instead of bringing more pain, he gently caresses the very same spot that he had laid his hand on earlier, as if trying to soothe the sting that faintly lingers. "Sorry, baby. I couldn't help myself," he says with a low voice, still while caressing your skin until you feel the pain subsiding. "It's just that seeing you teasing me like that after our serious talk drove me crazy. I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"It's fine. I...I kinda liked it," you shamelessly admit to him when you start feeling a new sensation building up once the pain and the shock is gone.
"You did, hmmm? Then how about making this fair?" he asks, right before you feel another slap on your bottom cheek, landing on the left side this time, making you gasp.
Once again, he soothes the pain with his gentle palm. Slowly, the pain starts ebbing away, and it almost seems like the blood pulsing at the spots where his palms had landed on are not only fading, but shifting into something more delectable, which is gathering at your center. The sensation only intensifies as Jimin continues kneading at your bottom, and you begin to feel your desire pulsing from within your core, even when he has yet to touch you there.
His touches grow more alluring, as he is no longer using his palms to soothe your pain, but to deliberately cause something else to rise in your body. As if he could feel it, perhaps from the way your hips are slowly swaying against his touch in return or from the way your breathing grows heavier, and he continues to repeat his touches, kneading and massaging and caressing lovingly that it is beginning to drive your head spinning.
