Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

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"Touch pleasure once, and it will call you back again and again for more."

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Jimin's POV's

The car makes a gentle humming sound as we drive along, and everything outside zooms by so fast that I hardly notice it. I keep my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, even though I can't stop thinking about him. His shoulder feels warm under my cheek, and his arm is wrapped around me, holding me close like a big, comfy hug. I shift a little to get even closer because it feels so nice. My hand rests on his arm, but I want to feel more of him, as close as possible.

Every time his fingers brush against my side, it's like my heart skips a beat, and I feel all fluttery inside. I can't help the way my body tingles when he touches me; it feels like I'm glowing! I want to curl up even tighter against him, soaking up all his warmth. He pulls me in closer, and it makes me smile because it feels just right.

But then, my mind floats back to last night. I remember how his lips felt on mine and how his hands explored everywhere. It made my heart race and a little scared too, because it was all so new. Now, though, I can't stop thinking about it. There's this ache inside me, this want, and I just long for more of it. I want him to touch me again, to hold me, to kiss me just like before.

Back then, I was scared, all that fear and pain twisting inside me. But now, all I feel is the emptiness, the longing for him, and I want him to fill it. Every second, I crave his hands on my body, every second I want him to pull me closer, to touch me, to make me feel like he did last night. I press my lips against his shirt just to feel something, anything, because there's this burning need that won't go away.

So here I am, still pretending to sleep, hoping he doesn't notice how much I want him. It's getting harder to keep pretending. The more I feel his touch, the more I want him to be even closer, to do more. "Hyungie, I need you," I think in my head, but I can't say it out loud because I'm too shy and scared of what it means. So I stay like this, wishing he could just understand how I feel without me having to say anything at all.

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Taehyung sat in the front seat of the car, glancing at the rearview mirror every few seconds, but mostly watching over Ace. The baby, small and innocent, lay quietly in his arms, wrapped in a soft blanket that made him look fragile in the vastness of the world around him.

Bright red bunny clips adorned Ace's head, standing out against the soft shadows of the car's interior. His tiny, serene face was half-hidden in sleep, and the gentle rise and fall of Taehyung's breaths seemed to soothe him, like a lullaby.

"Is Jimin okay?" Taehyung's voice broke the calm, barely rising above the sound of the engine. His words hinted at deeper concerns beyond just physical well-being.

Jungkook briefly glanced at Jimin, who was curled up next to him, eyes closed and seemingly lost in a dream. His fingers hovered over his laptop, but he wasn't typing. He remained still, completely focused on Jimin.

"He's just a bit tired," Jungkook replied softly, instinctively wrapping his arm around Jimin's waist, drawing him closer. Jimin stirred slightly in his sleep, gripping Jungkook's sleeve in a gentle way that reassured them both that he felt safe.

Taehyung felt a twinge of worry but tried to stay calm. He leaned in and whispered, "Does he need anything? Like medicine?"

Jungkook offered a small, reassuring smile while still looking at Jimin. "No, he's fine. He just needs rest." His fingers brushed through Jimin's hair, a silent promise that everything was alright for now.