PRINCE

3

His eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment.

"W-What.." he murmured.

What if somebody had seen him?

Jimin's heart rate started increasing and he bit his lip harshly.

Would they think any less of him?

They already do, you fool.

"No.. no they don't. Shut up." Jimin said to himself in a small voice.

He took a deep breath and after what felt like hours, finally calmed down.

All he wanted to do now was sleep.

And so sleep he did.

The next morning, he drowsily shifted onto his side, feeling something solid in front of him. He languidly opened his eyes, adapting to the natural light before discovering a peculiar box on his bed.

He massaged his eyes and hastily sat up, examining the strange item.

There was a printed note attached to it, so Jimin gingerly took the tape off and held the note in his small hands.

His eyes enlarged and he almost dropped the letter. He certainly was not expecting this. Not at all.

"Baby boy, you've been so, so bad. I hope you won't be too startled by my gift. I hope you will use it correctly, or you can definitely expect a worse punishment."

Jimin just read it again, and again, and again. His brain not able to grasp what he has just undergone. He was in a state of shock and was now utterly frightened of what was in the box.

With trembling hands, he put the note aside and reached for the box, taking out the suspicious item.

Holy.
Fuck.

"Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit, fuck, what the fuck? What the FUCK?"

Inside the box... as you know it,

was a vibrator.

Jimin quickly tossed the item on the other side of the bed, disappearing into his sheets.

He didn't know what to think. He didn't know how to think. He suddenly found it extremely hard to breathe.

He took a deep breath and slowly stripped the blanket off of himself. He just gawked at the item, millions of thoughts racing in his mind.

What is he meant to do?

He picked up the note and read it again, for the gazillionth time, attempting to find something that says it's only a prank.

"I hope you will use it correctly." The letter said. His eyes froze at that line.

He gaped at the toy, then at the letter, then back at the toy.

He got out of his bed and went over to it, picking it up delicately.

He found that there were no buttons nor a remote, leading to the only possible conclusion that someone else had the controls.

It surely must've been Jungkook... right? Who else would it be?

Regardless, he tried to dismiss the thought and focus on the item.

"What the fuck am I about to do.." he whispered, beads of sweat already trickling down the nape of his neck.

He took hesitant steps to his bathroom and anxiously locked the door behind him.

He placed the toy on the counter and opened a small cabinet, taking out some lubricant.

"What am I doing.." He asked nobody in particular.

He took his shorts off, accompanied by his underwear and went over to a wall to lean on it.

He applied some lube onto his index finger and reached for his backside. His face squished against the wall, he dragged his finger up and down his crevice, squirming uncomfortably at the feeling.

He took a deep breath and slowly pushed his finger into his hole, hearing the squelch making him gasp softly.

He waited for a few seconds before adding in a second digit, thrusting in at an ordinary pace. He moaned brazenly, grinding his hips against the bathroom walls and hissing at the cold sensation.

He added a third digit and tried the best he could to scissor himself, turning back and watching his fluttering hole glisten in the mirror.

He moaned at the vision of himself, grasping the vibrator and replacing his fingers with the toy. He leisurely pushed it in, feeling so full already at only halfway.

"Oh fuck.." he wailed, finally ramming it in all the way.

He shakily walked over to his clothes on the floor, bending down to pick them up, before quickly standing upright at the feeling of the toy pressing up against his prostate.

"Holy shit... A-And it's not even on right now.." he exclaimed in disbelief, kind of wanting to know how it'd feel when it's turned on.

The very thought that someone else would be controlling the toy inside of him made his body feel feverish. He for sure had an exhibitionist kink, but just nobody to try it with...

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He carefully walked downstairs and to the dinner table, feeling the toy shift around but trying his best to disregard it.

He sat down in his preferred seat, smiling woodenly at Seokjin who was bringing the plates over.

"Just in time, Chim! I was just about to send someone up to call you." Seokjin said, placing down a knife and fork in front of him.

"Thanks, hyung. Do you need any help?" Jimin asked courteously.

'Fuck why did I say that? I really don't want to move right now.' He thought, all whilst staring at the elder and smiling innocently.

Seokjin shook his head, "Oh, no. It's fine. Thank you though, sweetie. Hoseok already helped out."

Jimin just nodded, silently thanking Seokjin for his selflessness.

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Everybody was sat at the table, digging into their food. As soon as Jimin was about to eat himself, he all of a sudden dropped his knife and fork onto the plate, forming a really loud sound and gathering the attention of the others.

They all looked at him in concern, but he knew that one of them was faking it.

Because Jimin felt the buzzing of the vibrator.