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Jimin (requested)

Jimin SMUT- The Bet 

You and you boyfriend Jimin decided to have a bet. Who ever could go a whole week with out 'touching' each other. No hugs, No cuddles, No kisses, and Worst of all, No sex. 

You had won the bet. And now Jimin had to be your man servant. All the power was in your hands... 

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After you made breakfast, you decided to treat him just like it was the bet all over again, except instead of avoiding you, you made him sit nearby at all times and just watch you do things. He watched you cook, watched you read, watched you watch T.V., not being able to touch you. It made him upset, and he complained several times throughout the day.

"You want me to watch you do this?"

He sat there watching you watch TV

"I can't even hug you?"

You hugged yourself, attempting to make him jealous. He pouted

"I want to kiss you."

You blew him a kiss and winked. 

"I can't believe I'm watching you watch T.V. right now. This is so utterly boring. Can't I watch T.V. with you?"

You don't say anything, you just smile as you think of ideas of how you can keep going.

"Please let me kiss you."

It made you laugh at how needy he was, as you had no problem with him even existing in the same room. You were able to control yourself while he sat on the side, part of it being because you were used to him talking with others each time you hung out since it could be a fan, his managers, the boys, or other famous individuals, the other part being that he was your 'slave', and you wanted him to suffer. In the nicest way, of course. You were sure that he could handle just watching you, and if he tried to do anything you made a promise to yourself that you would smack him upside the head and tell him no.

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The whole day went on like this, carrying on into night. You didn't let him touch you for a long while, and he whined about it incessantly. However, it did come to the point where you reapproached the issue of whether or not you should take him to the bedroom. It wasn't the easiest decision you've ever made, but you came to a conclusion as you were reading your book on the couch again.

You looked up at him, and he was staring at you, his mouth downwards to display his unhappiness with the whole situation. The sight made you smile, and you put your book down on the table.

With a hum, you stood up and began to walk to the bedroom. "Follow me, Jimin."

He was quick to oblige, his footsteps behind yours as you stepped into the room. You closed the door behind him, facing him with a smirk. You think he knew what you were planning, as his face contorted into one of worry.

"You want to touch me, right, Jimin?" He slowly nodded, and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. You stepped towards him, pressing a hand on his chest. 

"You do know that you're my slave, right?" He nodded again, unsure of where you were going with this.

 "So you're going to do whatever I say, aren't you?" As you asked the question, you pushed him back to make him step rearward to the bed. He bit his lip, a third nod coming from him. With a mouthed giggle, the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and you pressed him down onto it. You leaned in, your mouth inches from his.

 "So I'm going to be in control, and you're going to deal with it," you whispered, making him lick his lips. "Get on the bed, and close your eyes."

He immediately did what you said, and before you did anything else, you made sure his eyes were shut. When you saw that they were, you walked over to your dresser, opening up a top corner drawer and pulling out two things; handcuffs and their keys and a blindfold. You weren't going to let him touch you at all.

Making your way back to him, you straddled his hips, causing him to let out a pleased sigh. You rolled your eyes. If only he knew what he was getting into. You placed the keys to the metal on the nightstand next to your bed, and the handcuffs beside you, trying to ensure that they wouldn't touch him.

"Lift up your head a bit, Jimin," you demanded, and he did. You slipped the blindfold over his eyes and tied it, feeling him tense beneath you when he realized what you just did. You laughed a bit, tugging at the end of his shirt. "Let's take this off, hm?" He nodded, and you were really relishing in how he was silent. You were going to make him very vocal later on. 

He hoisted himself up off the bed just a smidge, enough for you to take his shirt off of him, before falling back against the mattress. You hummed, grabbing the handcuffs, mumbling, "Don't resist." You took each of his arms, bringing them up to the top of the wooden headboard. You had a cannonball bedframe, so you could handcuff him and he would barely be able to move his hands. It made you smile with delight, unable to control your giddiness at being the one who would call all of the shots.