Jimin's Whore • PJM

♡ Forty One ♡

When Jimin pulled away you sighed, reminding yourself of his promise, only the two of you tonight. The tiles returned against your fingertips and you swirled through them for a moment before drawing one out.

"Round three, kiss, wrist." The tile was taken and your arms extended palms upward.

The first kiss pressed against your pulse point, a flick of tongue making you feel warm. Their lips dragged across your skin as they pulled away. The second kiss was quick, but as light as an eyelash falling to your cheek. The last was similar only slightly more teasing as it drifts away.

"One."

"Hobi takes a second round." You hear murmurs but the tiles are back and you pick one distracted.

"Round four, bite, ass." Jimin chuckles and wolf whistles erupted from the couches. You're spun in the opposite direction and hear the sounds of bodies moving. Your cheeks flush, unsure what to expect, and a familiar palm strokes your cheek.

"They'll behave Angel, don't worry. They wouldn't dare mark your beautiful bottom." You can't help but laugh at his words, settling.

The first bite starts as a kiss, then the edge of teeth draw upward. It's flirtatious and doesn't hurt. Next is rougher, tongue and teeth that nip at the roundness where your thigh begins. Maybe it's the placement but it sends tendrils of desire through you. Finally the last starts with a kiss like the first but drags teeth sideways until they catch your soft skin and bite down just enough to almost make you flinch.

"Two." You finally say after a moment, this round was harder than the last.

"Tae makes an appearance on the scoreboard." Jimin announces, the squeak of a marker letting you know he recorded it.

"Come on Tae, you got this!" Jin cheers, his wild laugh pouring out right after.

"Pick again sweetheart." You'd been so focused on everything going on you'd failed to notice the tiles under your fingers. You do and hold it up.

"Round five, lick, collarbone." Jimin kisses your cheek as he takes the tile.

The first starts with his lips at the bottom of your neck, and then his tongue traces the bumps and hollows of your collarbone. It's so precise and tantalizing that you whimper when he moves away. The second is slower, letting his teeth play against you before dancing his tongue toward your shoulder. The third kisses as he meets your skin and then like a winding river creates a path to your throat where he kisses once more.

"One." While all of the licks had made you want more, the first felt familiar.

"Yoongi taking another round." It made sense, that impossibly talented tongue had traced endless circles around your clit just weeks ago.

"Final round Angel, are you ready?" You replied in the affirmative and plucked your last tile from the bowl, it was drawn away immediately.

"Round six, suck, thigh. We'll either have a winner or a three way tie." Jimin adjusted your stance, his hands widening your legs. As he backed away he pecked your lips softly. "Don't worry Angel, if it's a tie, we'll have a tie breaker."

You'd not worried, in fact your brain had wondered what three of them would be like in bed. You kept that thought to yourself.

A tongue teased a few inches toward your inner thigh and then lips and tongue sucked at your soft flesh. You moaned caught off guard by the contact. Next on the other inner thigh, lips and teeth moved inward until they also sucked at you, practically touching the edge of your mound. It made you gasp but before you'd recovered the last lips teased tiny kisses inward on the other side, tongue widely licking a stripe then pulling your skin inward delicately. The sting was so exciting you wanted to hold them in place, or move them toward your pussy.