SKINSHIP 1.0

BTS JIMIN.

You winked at the boy on the other side of the stage, seductively making body waves as you moved to the beat of the music. The crowd screamed as Minho made his way to you, grabbing your wrists and sitting down on the chair that one of the background dancers brought in. You straddled his lap and danced on him, grinding your hips against his. You looked back at the crowd behind you, biting your lip and winking one last time before Minho grabbed a handful of your hair, roughly tugging, making you moan. The music stopped just as Minho brought his lips to your neck. The crowd roared as you climbed off of him, you bowed and left the stage.

You checked your phone as you entered your studio apartment. Your boyfriend, Jimin, still hadn't texted you back after you asked him to come over. Your legs hurt so much, rehearsal was hell. You plopped down on your couch, laying down and groaning at the pain in your legs. There was a knock at your door. You glared at nothing as you heaved yourself back up, annoyed that someone had to come as soon as you got comfy. You opened the door to see Jimin.

He forced his way in, grabbing you by your hips and closing the door behind him with his foot, crashing his lips onto yours. You moaned and brought your hand up to caress his jawline. He growled and grabbed your wrists, pinning them beside your head as he thrusted against your clothed heat. You moaned, "J-Jimin" He kissed your jawline, "You enjoyed that stage way too much, he shouldn't be allowed to touch my girl like that." You gasped as he rubbed his bulge against you. Suddenly, he let go of you, taking a few steps back, "Strip, y/n" You obeyed completely. He pulled down his pants and boxers in a hurry, taking off his shirt and throwing it to the side.

His eyes stared at your naked body, a smirk edging at his lips as he pinned you against the wall again. You screamed as he thrusted into you without warning, his hand massaging your breast, his mouth leaving hickies on your collarbone. You arched your back, tears spilling down your face. "Jimin-ah I'm gonna-" You both released at the same time. His face buried against your skins he rode out your highs. You panted as Jimin carries you to your couch, laying down on it with you on top of him. He moved your hair from your face and smiled at you before gently kissing you, "I'm sorry.. I got jealous." You hummed and kissed his cheek, "As long as you don't do this again for the next stage."