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Member Profile - Jimin

Jimin:

Kink Level - Very High
Experiment Level - very high, whatever gets you in the sack, really.
Position - Switch, true switch; Level - High
Kinks - Sure is!
Overall - Listen, this guy is just DTF. Like, always. When he's on top, he's dirty, filthy, degrading, praising, biting, spanking, choking...the whole daddy shebang. When you're in control, he's begging, soft, sweet, cute...the perfect babyboy. And he's not really picky, though sometimes one mood or another strikes him, his duality is his biggest play. He's just happy to be in the bed with you...or the kitchen, the shower...the car...wherever. Literally wherever. He's not so much overtly kinky, per se, but he's got a lot of spontaneity and a low recovery time. He's not always vocal, but it's great when he is, and he's ready to have a good time. Most likely to read fanfics, let you tell him stories about your other lovers as foreplay, or get excited by a spicy movie scene. Most likely to both be happy to share in an open relationship, but also the most likely to have strong jealous moments. He's got an active imagination.

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You felt his eyes on you like a heavy weight, following your every move. Rarely a possessive man, his bouts of envy were usually when you could do very little about it, and were more often heightened when you were working with the other members. It was part of the rules, the company wouldn't do such a thing as stop the two of you from being together, but it was expected that the two of you would use professional discretion. When Jimin proved incapable of restraint, it was decided that you couldn't work with him directly as a stylist. 

Too much temptation when dressing and undressing your man.

At that moment, you saw the telltale tick in his jaw that said he was less-than-thrilled at the amount of time you had to spend helping Namjoon with his extra buttons on his intricate outfit. It wasn't your fault, you always chose clothes that were simple and fashionable, because you felt it showcased each of the members' individuality and natural beauty. The fact that another stylist had picked such complicated costuming was beside the point, he knew you were just doing your job.

Waiting like a jaguar ready to pounce, he took his opportunity when you went back into the clothing room to put away the previous costumes. You heard the door close behind you, assuming it was someone looking for some more accessories, your body going tense when the lock engaged.

"Having fun, Sweetheart?" his voice rasped behind you, hands sliding smoothly around your waist, "Isn't Joonie your bias, after all?"

"Was," you corrected, taking his hands from your torso and lifting them to kiss the knuckles as you pulled him closer to your back, "That was before a certain Dollface caught my attention."

"Still, it must be nice," he pulled you back aggressively, "Putting your hands all over him. He's been working out, after all."

You felt him hardening against your backside, confirmed by a long grind, "You're going to get fined again," you warned, "Management was very clear on how much it would cost you if we get caught again."

"I can afford it."

The words were barely out of his mouth before he'd gotten you spun around and crashed his lips to yours. You melted into his arms, but that only made him grope and paw at you harder. He was raw and needy, small moans as panting breaths stoking a fire deep in your belly. You'd thought he wanted to take you over, show you who you belonged to at the end of the day, but his clinging persistence told you otherwise.

"Okay, Baby," you purred, "Time to remind me."

Jimin dropped to his knees instantly, hands skimming over your thighs under your skirt while his eyes looked up at you big and round. They fluttered closed with a sigh as you carded your fingers through his hair, small, sweet nothings whispered between reverent kisses to your legs, He reached the dressing chair behind you, pulling it closer until it hit the backs of your knees, spreading your legs wide as soon as you sat down. He was quick, yet gentle, his caresses and kisses meant to please his queen rather than take pleasure for himself. Your panties were peeled from you in an almost worshipping fashion, deposited into the pocket of his jacket for safe keeping.