Random One Shots

Thighs • Jihope

Includes one of my own favorite kinks, thigh riding. Bottom! Hobi, Top! Jimin. Semi smutty and kind of short. Not proofread.

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Plot: Jimin and Hoseok were best friends who loved to dance together. There was always tension between the two, but did either of them notice it? Maybe, maybe one did.

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"Yeah, Jimin. I'm almost there. Choose the track. Yep, bye." I hung up my cellphone with a sigh, tucking it into my back pocket as I continued along the crowded sidewalk. It was Saturday, our dance night. Every week, Jimin and I went down to the school studio we booked and danced for hours, until we were both too tired to continue.

Tonight was no different. When I arrived to the studio, I sighed as I heard the comforting sounds of loud music, and Jimin laughing. The musical chuckle pulled a smile onto my mouth; I couldn't help it.

Inside the room, Jimin was sitting on the ground, probably laughing because he had fallen down. When he heard the door shut behind me, his gorgeous, seductive eyes snapped to my face. The handsome man stood up and jogged over to me, embracing my slim frame into a tight hug.

"Hey Hobi! Are you ready?" I nodded and let out a nervous giggle before setting my bag down against the wall. Jimin made his way over to the speaker, stopping to look back at me. "What song do you want to do first?"

"Um, actually, there's kind of a song that I recorded? I have choreography to it. Is it okay if I dance to that first?" He nodded, face being taken over by a heart stopping smile. I grabbed the flash drive containing the song from my bag and walked over to the machine. Jimin's Macbook was connected to the speaker, so I inserted the flash drive and made my way to the center of the room. "It should be the most recent thing on the flash drive. Please start it when I tell you to."

Jimin nodded and motioned for me to get into position. Kneeling down onto the floor, I told Jimin to play the song. Seconds later, I heard the beginning chords of my self-written and produced song "Boy Meets Evil". The song may or may not have been written from my frustrating feelings for Jimin, because I may or may not have a tiny unreturned crush on the man.

By the time the song ended, I was panting. Glancing at Jimin, I noticed that his usual carefree eyes were dark and stuck on my sweating figure. "U-umm. Jimin? Are you okay?"

His eyes travelled up my body until they met my eyes. I shivered from his intense stare, face going hot as he slowly approached me. He didn't say a word as he came to stand in front of me, making me feel intimidated and small. "W-was it okay, Jiminie?" He didn't say anything, just stood there and stared at me, making me feel self conscious. I tore my eyes away from his, glancing down at my fidgeting fingers. I was trying not to breath too heavily because i didn't want to show him that his proximity was flustering me.

I inhaled sharply when I felt a finger under my chin, lifting my head so I was looking directly into Jimin's face. He gripped my jaw harshly, never once breaking eye contact. At this point, I had to remind myself to breath.

"That was very naughty, Hoseok-ah. Teasing me with that dance and that song. Who was it about, pretty? Some random guy, I bet." I lightly shook my head, bringing my hand up to wrap around his wrist. "No? It doesn't matter. You need to be punished for doing that to me." He released my chin and took my hand, pulling it down so it pressed against his very noticeable bulge. Jimin leaned in, nipping my earlobe as my hand rubbed against his clothed member. "C'mon, baby. See what you do to me?"