Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

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"Dressing you like this? It's my way of saying, 'You're mine, and I'm not shy about it.' Not like a baby, though-more like a snack, just a really cute one."

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Jimin lounged comfortably, completely nude and unfazed, his pale skin glowing softly in the dim light. A half-eaten chocolate bar rested in his delicate hands, a smudge of sweetness staining the corner of his lips.

Outside, the rain drummed rhythmically on the car roof, each drop creating a soothing melody, while he relaxed inside, blissfully lost in his own world.

Beside him, Jungkook sat with his fingers running through his damp hair, his chest glistening from the rain. Sighing, he reached behind for his shirt-smooth black silk that felt soft against his skin. He slipped it on effortlessly, the fabric hugging his form for a moment before settling comfortably. After buttoning up, he topped it off with a dark wool jacket that radiated style and elegance.

Once dressed, Jungkook turned his attention to Jimin. His sharp gaze softened as he observed the smaller boy, engrossed in his playful antics. "Jimin-ah," he said, his voice low and assertive, "put on your clothes. You're going to freeze."

Jimin tilted his head, letting his damp hair fall over his eyes. With a playful pout, he knelt on the seat, his knees pressing into the plush leather. "Hyungie," he whined, a teasing smile on his lips, "I want a black dress. Something... cute."

Jungkook chuckled softly, smirking as he rummaged through a bag in the backseat, the faint rustle of fabric disrupting the heavy silence. "You're quite something, aren't you?" he teased, pulling out a pair of lacy black thong .

Holding it up, the delicate fabric dangled between his fingers, adorned with intricate floral patterns that left little to the imagination. Jungkook glanced at Jimin, who was watching with a sly grin, obliviously nibbling on his chocolate.

"This," Jungkook drawled, mischief in his voice, "is cute enough for you?" He raised an eyebrow, his tongue pressing against his cheek, waiting for Jimin's response.

Jimin tilted his head, his lips glistening with melted chocolate as he giggled softly. "Hyungie," he whined playfully, "it's perfect. Don't you think it'll suit me?"

Jungkook's jaw tightened, fingers curling around the flimsy fabric. "Yeah, it'll suit you, alright," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Turn around."

Jimin wiggled invitingly in the seat, ensuring Jungkook's attention was fully on him. He lifted one leg, sliding it against Jungkook's chest-a deliberate tease. Jungkook leaned closer, fingers dancing over Jimin's toes, moving up to his thighs, and then his hips, adjusting the thong higher as if it were a prize. He was utterly captivated, his eyes glued to Jimin, like a moth drawn to a flame.

With a soft snap, the fabric settled into place, hugging Jimin's hips tightly and drawing attention. Jungkook lingered there for a moment, thumbs brushing against Jimin's bare skin before he pulled back to retrieve the next item.

Shorts," Jungkook muttered, his voice low and gravelly as he held up the garment-a pair of tight black shorts adorned with a delicate floral net design. His dark eyes flicked toward Jimin, a charged tension weaving through the air.

Jimin's cheeks flushed, his giggle soft as he quickly snatched the shorts from Jungkook's grasp. "Perfect!" he chimed.

Jungkook arched a brow, his smirk teasing as he reached for them again. "Hand them over," he instructed lightly, his tone playful but firm.

Jimin shook his head, his voice a faint murmur. "I can do it myself..." Determination filled his soft features as he unfolded the shorts and began to pull them on.