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Kim Namjoon’s mouth was watering as the blade sliced clean and gentle through the foam and short pubic hair, cleaning off the blade before making another smooth stroke, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His tongue peeked out between his lips as easily lifted his dolls legs and bent them as needed, and once he had finished shaving around the front, he rolled him over and spread his legs so he could shave between his gorgeous ass cheeks.
Park Jimin was perfect.
His doll was perfect.
Utterly still.
Motionless and beautiful.
His living doll.
Once Jimin was completely clean shaven and Namjoon had moisturised his entire body, using three separate products and making sure to massage the cream into Jimin’s hands and his feet, massaging them thoroughly and kissing the big toe where a deep scar began, stretching up to Jimin’s ankle.
Every imperfection that Jimin saw in himself as human melted away once he became Namjoon’s doll.
Sometimes Namjoon would dress him–he loved dressing him up in beautiful chiffons and silks, panties and bralettes that would cling to Jimin’s petite body, taking his time to tie the ribbons and make all adjustments. His fingers would tremble sometimes and he could be clumsy, but it didn’t matter.
There was no rush, no one was waiting.
It was just him and his doll.
Today was a bit different, though, because Namjoon hadn’t gotten to play in a few weeks, and he was already hard just after bathing and cleaning and preparing Jimin. He had work to do, but he wanted to be able to openly appreciate his property, so he carried Jimin into his study, propping him up carefully in the corner chair.
Jimin’s head lolled forward, heavy and lifeless, and Namjoon carefully lifted it, brushing his fingers through Jimin’s hair to push it back from where it had fallen in front of Jimin’s eyes. His dolls eyes were open, and while he didn’t bat an eyelid, Namjoon could see the way his pupils were larger than usual, and he would occasionally let out a heavy breath of air through his nose as he became more aroused with their play and Namjoon’s lingering touches.
Namjoon adjusted the temperature so that it was warm enough for Jimin before sitting down at his desk and putting his headphones on to work on a piece that he’d promised Min Yoongi he’d have looked over by the end of the weekend. His doll stayed exactly where he was placed, perfectly still with pretty pursed lips and glassy, unseeing eyes that looked straight ahead, and every time Namjoon glanced across at him he got harder.
Most of the track had already been completed, and he almost finished the last quarter before it was impossible to ignore his doll any longer, turning around in his chair and rolling it on its wheels until he was directly in front of Jimin. Namjoon reached out to touch his thighs, warm under his palms as he slid them up and over Jimin’s hips and his soft stomach, fingertips scratching lightly over his skin.
He saw goosebumps rising, and from previous knowledge, he was aware that this tickled Jimin, but he was perfection .
He didn’t move –barely even to breathe.
“ Fuck ,” Namjoon hissed under his breath before he was lurching forward, out of his seat, and leaning in to press a hard kiss to Jimin’s unresponsive mouth. He licked at Jimin’s plush lips and he knew it was messy, drool leaking down Jimin’s chin, but his doll remained completely still other than the occasional quiver of his thighs and the way his cock was filling out against his stomach. When Namjoon pulled back, there was saliva spread across his mouth and chin and Jimin’s cheeks were flushed red but he was still, eyes open and staring ahead, and even though Namjoon loved it when his dolls were quiet and still, there was something incredibly satisfying about hearing Jimin’s shaky intake of breath.
Jimin played his role so well, he prided himself in it, and Namjoon loved it when he was his perfect, porcelain doll. But there was definitely a sense of gratification that came with being able to break Jimin out of his character, even briefly.
He straightened back up, taking in a shaky breath as he looked down at where his doll was dishevelled from his kisses, before Namjoon moved back to his desk, determined to finish the track before he got too distracted. He couldn’t help but steal glances in his direction, and while Jimin’s cock hadn’t gotten any harder, it was still plump and pink where it curved against his inner thigh, and his lips slowly stopped shining so much as Namjoon’s saliva dried. Namjoon, on the other hand, just found himself getting harder as anticipation built, and finally, he was done with the piece for Yoongi. There was nothing else that needed his attention for the evening.
Nothing except Jimin.
His Jimin.
Namjoon stood and stretched his arms above his head after he had slipped off his headphones, tipping his head from side to side and rolling his neck before looking at Jimin.
His beautiful doll.
Namjoon breathed in heavily through his nose before approaching Jimin, fingers running gently through his blonde, silken hair, cupping his jaw before his thumb pressed against Jimin’s mouth. It didn’t take much for Namjoon to pry Jimin’s mouth open and then tip his head back, so that Namjoon got a glimpse of his rows of teeth and a pink tongue.
He was so hard it hurt .
“ Aish ,” Namjoon groaned at the simple thought of his cock resting on that pretty tongue.
So that’s exactly what he did, one hand shoving down the front of his sweatpants and briefs underneath, just enough to pull out his cock and give it a few tugs with his free hand before feeding it between Jimin’s mouth. He caught a slight flutter of Jimin’s eyelashes, with how abruptly Namjoon jutted his hips forward, and the way Jimin’s throat contracted before he forced himself to relax. That was the only physical reaction from Jimin, returning to his stationary state almost immediately.
Perfectly .
It made Namjoon’s head spin with how warm and wet Jimin’s mouth was, his plush lips with their sticky gloss leaving glittery streaks over his cock. Both his hands grasped either side of Jimin’s face, controlling his movements in a way that was quickly becoming rough.
Saliva was gathering in the corners of Jimin’s mouth and beginning to drip down his chin, smearing messily and devastatingly gorgeous. Jimin made no attempt to wipe it away, his hands still motionless on his lap, where Namjoon had laid them, and even as Namjoon’s cock began to nudge against the back of his throat, Jimin fought to keep his gag reflex back and his body lax.
Namjoon wanted to close his eyes, but he refused to miss anything.
His fingers got tighter in Jimin’s hair, tugging his head back further, rutting his cock between Jimin’s shiny lips and feeling a flare of something feral in his chest as he saw the tears begin to drip from Jimin’s eyes–and yet still, no movement from his baby. His doll.
“Oh, baby,” Namjoon groaned, and one of his hands dropped to circle around the back of Jimin’s neck, holding him firmly in place as his thrusts became harsher. There was a sadistic part of him that liked pushing Jimin to his limits, seeing how far he could take it before he could no longer control his gag reflex or keep himself relaxed and still. Jimin loved it–a glance down at his lap showed the shimmery trail of precum that was leaking from his cock–and when they recounted the events in the days that followed their Scene, Jimin would whine as he bounced on Namjoon’s cock and Namjoon showered him with praise of how good he had been–how good he was .
Finally, Namjoon couldn’t help himself anymore. He let out a loud groan, one hand tugging Jimin’s head back and the other wrapped around his cock, jerking it a few times as his body shook with the power of his orgasm. He came in thick ribbons across Jimin’s beautiful face.
He was breathtaking.
Namjoon panted, his shoulders slumping forward as he squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers loosening in Jimin’s hair as he allowed himself some time to come down from his high, and give Jimin a moment to adjust. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes skimmed over Jimin, whose blush had spread from his cheeks and down his neck and toward his chest, and his cock was straining, red and painful looking as it curved upward.
They would take care of that later.
Namjoon swiped his fingers through some of the cum that was on Jimin’s cheek, leaning down to offer it to him. Permission to move.
It took Jimin a moment, before he blinked his eyes shut and when they reopened, they flicked up to look at Namjoon, glazed over and hazy, before he slowly opened his mouth.
“Perfect doll,” Namjoon murmured with a soft smile as he fed Jimin the cum on his fingers. Jimin’s movements were sluggish, and Namjoon knew it would take him some time to properly come back to his body. That was what the bath with lavender oils and bubbles would help with, and a long massage from Namjoon.
“ H-hyung ,” Jimin finally murmured, his voice cracking and Namjoon’s smile widened, his body beginning to tilt forward, seeking out Namjoon.
“Yeah, baby,” Namjoon whispered. “I’ve got you.”