𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

77 | a good fucking time

However, I'm glad I get to keep this sight for myself.

A mischievous grin is playing on his face as he looks at me and I bite my nail tentatively. "Like what you're seeing?"

"Oh, hell yeah." I reply. "You have no idea how hot you look in the swimming trunk I picked out." My gaze falls on his lower abdomen where the lines on his skin meet under the black swimwear fabric. Japanese patterns of tsunami waves decorate his left thigh while abstract graphite patterns fade out as they climb his thigh. The black drawstrings dangle freely just above his crotch, and I can feel his fingers meet my cheek, tipping my face up. He flashes me a gorgeous smile, one that makes my heart melt, despite being turned on for the past five minutes.

Jimin kisses my lips then picks up my swimsuit from the bed. "I bet you'll look hotter in the one I chose for you." He says in a dark tone as he walks me to the bathroom. He hands me the swimwear and shuts the door behind him. I get straight to work, by taking off my clothes and switching them with the hot pink wrap around swimsuit he picked out for me. Earlier today when we were walking around Idaho, Cassie suggested we went to buy ourselves some swimsuits to wear for when we wanted to get in the hot tub. So, we went on a little shopping spree, and I made a deal with Jimin to choose swimsuits we'd want to see each other wearing. Much to my luck he didn't choose anything too revealing, but it didn't leave anything to the imagination either.

I scrutinize my reflection carefully. My blonde hair is falling in waves across my waist while the hot pink swimsuit clings onto my body like a second skin. It's a one-piece wrap around kind of thing as I've tied the strings around my waist in a little bow and while it fits me perfectly around the waist, the cups are slightly tinier than my breasts. I complete the look by clipping a gold chain around my waist after sliding my leg in the thigh bracelet then admire myself in the mirror. I like the way I look, but it will be inconvenient walking around like this, afraid of popping a tit out by accident.

Well, if that's the price of looking smoking hot then so be it.

Hopefully Jimin doesn't mind me showing off too much skin, or we're going to have a problem.

I shrug to myself then start to make two small French braids that start on the top of my head and dangle freely behind me then curl out the stray strands in front of my face. I spray some perfume and put on some deodorant before exiting the bathroom barefoot while applying some lip gloss. Jimin turns around as soon as he hears the door opening and his eyes widen to the size of tennis balls when I come into his view. His lips fall agape, and I swear I've never seen him this stunned before.

"Holy fucking shit," he says in a whisper.

"Well? Do you like it?" I smile shyly as I present myself to him. His lips move, but he isn't talking, and I laugh to myself. He gets off the bed and walks over to me, his fingers tucking a strand behind my ear as he looks at me.

"Do I like it? I fuckin love it. I love you." He groans and I laugh at how much he's exaggerating. "Spin for me. I want to see you." I giggle as I spin around to show him when he hooks his finger under the thin gold chain on my thigh.

"I like that thing you're wearing here." He says, tugging on the jewelry, urging me to come closer and he presses his lips against mine.

I moan into his mouth as I feel his fingers climb up my thigh right under the chain. My breathing turns shaky as his lips latch onto my neck, and I let him push me back on the bed.

"Is it bad that I kinda want this off?" Jimin asks lowly, his fingers playing with the string that keeps this entire piece together.

I arch a brow. "No, because I want this off." I reply, tugging my hand under the waistband of his swimming trunk, pulling him close to me. He pulls the string undone and the cups fall loose on my chest, my tits coming into view as I'm pulling down his shorts-