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sxtaep · 2 years

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ANTI ROMANTIC - PJM

you could come across as the number one hater of the male species, but not when it came to jimin.

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 3.4k+

warnings/tags — friends2lovers, fwb!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, teasing, reader is an anti-romantic, lots of ranting, reader confesses, making out, swearing, explicit smut, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhbitionism, pillow riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, reader is very put on the spot, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys) crying, creampie +more

a/n: what to do when the nation is in mourning? write jimin smut 💀 rest up queen elizabeth though, i remember when she came to my school and shook my hand after i gave her a bouquet of flowers 😭

You just wrapped up what you could only call the worst blind date known to mankind. The guy was smug and cocky: you could tell he probably had a thing for being better than women, and that right there was an immediate red flag for you.

Now sitting behind the wheel of your car, pure irritation evident on your face, all you could think about was how the fuck you could face Jimin after another failed blind date. That and the fact that you slept with Jimin a couple times but neither of you had the guts to really put a label on yourselves.

It was agreed your relationship with Jimin was strictly ‘no strings attached’, merely using each other as an output to deal with the stress of work. The two of you must’ve been stressed everyday since it seemed that was how often you both went at it.

“I’ve got a blind date tonight,” you tell him, entering his office to bother him as you usually did.

A blind date?

Jimin wasn’t expecting you to start dating people whilst sleeping with him on the down low. Was that how these things worked?

“You’re going on a date? Why?” He looks up from his desk, clearly confused about it since you always preached about how much you hated men and relationships.

You shrug, “I can’t keep sleeping with you for the rest of my life, eventually you’ll fall in love with someone else and want to get married and have kids.”

You weren’t wrong, Jimin did have all this planned for his future, but he never really saw some other girl with him. All these plans were made with the intention of doing them with you.

“Plus, it’s not like we’re together or anything, so I don’t see what’s stopping me.”

“Well…” he didn’t really know what to say. Does he suddenly confess now or never? If this blind date of yours was a success, he’ll never have the chance to tell you how he really felt, but you seemed really excited about it, he shouldn’t ruin that for you.

“I mean, are you sure you wanna go on a blind date? Kind of a big step for someone who hates relationships,” he says, cocking a brow at you sat opposite his desk.

You didn’t seem as concerned as he was, but then again, why did he care so much?

“Do you want me to give you hourly updates or something? Seems a bit much, Park,” you chuckle softly, failing to notice the inner conflict he was having. “Are you worried about me?”

“No, I’m just looking out for you,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes at your silly teasing. In all honesty, it felt like he was being replaced. “Whatever though, don’t come crying to me late at night when the date doesn’t go to plan.”

When you get home, you you contemplate on updating Jimin. A part of you wanted to send him a message but the other didn’t wanna hear him say ‘I told you so’ as he did many times before.

But fuck it.

you: are you at home?

jimin: yeah, why? you coming over? or you wanna meet somewhere else?

you: no, just make sure you’re home

With that final message sent, you change out of your date night clothes, opting for something more comfortable, but once you’re out of your dress, you look down at your bare body in nothing but intricate black lace (yes, you wore a set with the intention of getting laid tonight) and figured you’d keep it on.

For Jimin.

You throw on a long trench coat to cover up, shivering a little once the material is wrapped securely around your naked body. It was a risky game going out like this, but for some reason, you felt obligated to do this.

If he wanted to make you feel bad, you may as well look good whilst he did it.

The very moment you had texted Jimin, he had just come out the shower, clean and fresh. He re-read your message a couple times, trying to figure out why you were coming over all of a sudden. Was the date so great you wanted to gush about it to him? Or did it go so terribly you were about to rant as soon as you stepped in? Or possibly, were you coming over to fuck?

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it and continued about his night, dressing loosely with a pair of sweatpants and no shirt.

Why wear so much if it was gonna come off anyway?

With that thought, three knocks were had at his door, and he had no doubt that it was you.

You were left waiting for a couple seconds, tapping your foot against the carpeted floor continuously until you were met with a very bare Jimin, forcing your incessant tapping to come to a halt and your breath to catch in your throat.

You eyed every inch of him; his perfectly sculpted v-line, the crevices of his abs, the simple, yet impacting ‘never mind’ tattoo adorning his ribs, and finally his face, which was slightly moist due to the droplets of water falling from the ends of his hair.

“Hi..” you say breathlessly, “Can I come in?”

Jimin caught you eyeing him up, but chose not to comment on it. Instead, he moves aside to let you in, “By all means.”

As you step inside, his eyes follow your form taking notice of the unusual outfit you were wearing. Heels with your legs bare, you must’ve been wearing a dress underneath the coat, but he couldn’t be certain, the damn coat was shielding away his curiosity.

“I’m guessing your date didn’t go well,” Jimin chuckles softly, closing the front door and turning to look at you, “Wanna talk about it over a drink?” Though it sounded like an open ended question, he didn’t wait for you to respond, already making his way into the kitchen to pull out two wine glasses.

“Listen…” you start, your voice low, yet loud enough for Jimin to hear. You’re stuck standing by the door, watching, him set the two glasses down on the marble counter. “I.. am a good girl,” you begin, trying not to sound stupid. “In school, I always followed the rules to the point where a lot of people actually hated me for it.”

The confusion on Jimin’s face was clear as day, and you knew he was about to interrupt you, but you continue to talk, raising your hand up towards him, “Let me finish,” you exhale, “I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17, probably because I hated the idea of it.”

What the hell were you talking about?

Jimin cocks a brow, leaving his position behind the counter to approach you, “Did I do something wrong?”

The man never hated you, nor did he think you were crazy to have such outlandish opinions on relationships (he understood where you were coming from) and sometimes it was annoying, but not annoying enough to push you away from him. At the end of the day, you were close friend to him.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you reassure him, stopping Jimin in his tracks. “I shouldn’t have gone on that blind date. It went horribly.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, and Jimin remained as he was in case you were still speaking.

“This failed blind date, along with everything we’ve done together, made me realise I’m only ever genuinely happy when I’m with you. It’s pretty fun not having to fuck my pillow every night,” you say, your cheeks growing beet red at the confession. “And I think it’s safe to say that I don’t not want be in a relationship..”

Your eyes meet his and for the first time tonight, Jimin was speechless. He hadn’t said a word and at this moment, you were glad. “So…” your hands travel down to the belt tied around your waist, pulling on one end to loosen the knot and have the coat comfortably slip free down your shoulders, revealing the black strap of you bra draped over your shoulders.

Jimin knew what was coming. He was bracing himself for what you were about to do.

The trench coat finally hit the floor, pooling around your feet and his breath hitches. He raked his eyes up and down your body, drinking in the sight of you. Flawless skin, perfect curves and a face so radiant, you were the only thing glowing under the dim light of his apartment.

“Woah,” is all he says, having no shame displaying the grin on his face. “You sure know how to flatter a man, Y/N,” Jimin shakes his head, as if disapproving your outfit, but really, the man was losing it inside.

He’s quick on his feet, steadily approaching your form and stopping in front of you, his eyes solemnly kept on you, “I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” he says, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek, gently smoothing his thumb across your skin. “How about we do something a little more fitting for your attire tonight?”

You didn’t bother processing his words, wasting no time in crashing your lips against his in an aggressive kiss, Jimin undoubtedly reciprocating and automatically wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest.

His embrace wasn’t long lasting, hands moving down the small of your back to briefly graze the curve of your ass before settling behind your upper thighs, hoisting you up, “Jump,” Jimin mumbles against your lips, eliciting a short hum from you and you immediately oblige, wrapping your legs around your waist and he held onto you securely.

Not once did either of you break the kiss as he carried you towards his bedroom, but once in his bedroom, you pulled away to catch your breath. “I bet you do this with every girl you hook up with, huh?”

“Just you, sweetheart,” he smirks, responding with zero hesitation, gently laying you lie body on his mattress so he could cherish the sight of you.

A gorgeous, stunning, goddess.

“I bet your pillow’s gonna get bored now, huh?”

Your jaw drops, cheeks turning a slight hue of red from embarrassment. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him about that, now he’d be able to use it against you at any given opportunity. You prop yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head at the partly-naked man before you, “I bet my pillow can make me feel a lot better than you can.”

“You wanna test that theory out?” Jimin challenges, leaning over you to grab one of the many pillows on his bed, leaving it beside you. “Can your pillow make you cry? Can your pillow fuck you as good as I can?” He continues to list out all the things you both done together over the last few months, knowing full well the answer to all his questions were no.

He shifts his position to climb onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard with his legs spread far and wide to show you the tent straining against his sweatpants. “If it can, then show me,” he gestures towards the pillow and your almost at a loss for words.

He was gonna watch you get off, and you felt so belittled liking the idea of it.

You grab ahold of the pillow, fluffing it up a bit for your own comfort. “Fine, but you’re not allowed to touch me and you have to sit on the other side of your room,” you instruct him, pointing to the chair tucked under his desk.

Gosh, you were so bossy, but Jimin would do anything to make a princess happy.

“And you’re not allowed to come,” he warns you, pushing himself off the bed and towards his desk, pulling the chair out to face you before taking a seat, adjusting the boner in his pants before gesturing his chin towards you, encouraging you to make a start. “Go ahead, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

You take his previous position and lean back against the headboard, making yourself comfortable before spreading your legs before him, giving him the perfect view of your soaked panties firmly pressing against you. You took your time, hovering your fingers over the damp material and briskly brushing over your clothed clit, triggering your body to shudder.

Knowing that wasn’t enough for you, you slipped your hand past the band of your panties, the pad of your fingers reaching to rub slow, drawn out circles over your sensitive clit. You didn’t need to do much, the mere sight of Jimin turning you on beyond measures.

Jimin was sat far across from you, his chin slightly raised as he watched you and his hand unknowingly palming the erection trapped between his legs and groaning. It hurt so bad he just pushed his sweatpants halfway down his thighs along with his boxers to free the painful erection. He couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off you as his fingers simultaneously wrapped around his hardening cock.

“Don’t work yourself up too much, you still have that pillow to attend to,” Jimin’s voice echoed through the room, almost missing your attention. You were getting carried away with your own fingers, you completely forgot about the pillow.

You groan and reach out for the pillow, now sitting up on your knees, and spreading your legs apart to make room for the pillow. The pillow was thick enough for you to have a firm hold on it, and as soon as you sunk down on it, the knock on effect of the material brushing over your heat left you whimpering.

Your reactions had Jimin squeezing on the base of his cock, revelling over how sensitive you were.

He loved it.

All you had to do was imagine the pillow was Jimin and you’d be good to go. It seemed effective once you started rocking your hips back and forth against the pillow, failing to contain your short, but sweet whimpers. Your hips would slow down every now and again, taking long, deep strokes to delay your orgasm as much as possible but it didn’t seem to work.

You looked up at Jimin who’s position was now slouched on the chair, steadily pumping his cock between his fists as he watched you.

“Don’t look at me..” you mumble shyly, shaking your head and looking down at the pillow that had already picked up your arousal, darkening the material slightly.

“Why not?” he chuckles breathlessly, repeatedly swiping his thumb over the head of his cock and smearing any and all the precum down the base. His eyes came to a shut in pure bliss as he picked up the pace of his wrist, his groans becoming low moans. All he could think about were your perfect pouty lips wrapping around his cock and sucking him off just right.

“Take the bra off, lemme’ see your tits.”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, flipping your hair to the side and reaching your hands back to unclasp your bra and let the straps fall seamlessly down your shoulders. Your nipples had hardened within seconds being exposed but you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough, too busy rutting against the pillow.

“I can’t believe you let me go on a blind date,” you seethe, projecting your anger towards him and the pace of your hips, now struggling to keep yourself stable.

“We weren’t exactly together, I couldn’t stop you,” Jimin tries to reason with you, aggravation evident in his tone as he mercilessly fucked his fist. He was close, and from the way your body was jerking, he knew you were close too.

It took the man everything and more to still his hand along his member and stand up from his chair, walking over to you with a sly smirk on his face.

“On your stomach, raise your hips. And tell me, what do you think about when you fuck your pillow?”

You whine and force yourself to pull the pillow from between your legs, leaving it elsewhere as you positioned yourself like he’d asked.

“I think about you..” you whisper, “I think about your tongue— your hands all over me.” You hesitate to say more, but you knew that if you really wanted that orgasm, you had to spill. “I think about milking your cock every night, even before we started fucking,” you cry, pushing yourself back against him. The lack of attention to your weeping cunt was playing up with you, “And I love when you tease me— God, I fucking love it.”

Jimin grins, grabbing ahold of your hips and firmly rutting against you from behind, “Mhm, I’ll give you all that and more,” he smiles contently, positioning the head of his cock at your slick hole, teasing you a little before finally pushing into you and eliciting a low ‘fuck’ from his end.

The air is knocked out of lungs much quicker than you expected, the stretch catching you off guard, even though it wasn’t the first time you’d taken him like this; a clear indication you were yet to get used to his size.

“Been thinking about keeping you all to myself,” he admits, short of breath as he looked down between where your body’s met, “Just had to take my time with you. huh?”

Jimin’s words were going through one ear and out the other. All you could hear was his low grunts and your strained moans. “Oh my God— Jimin,” you force out, your half lidded eyes rolling to the back of your head as your poor cunt took him whole.

“No other man can make you feel as good as I can,” he retorts cockily, digging his nails into your hips once he feels your walls greedily squeeze around him. The action makes the pace of his hips falter, but he’s quick to get back on top of it, “Make sure you fucking remember that.”

You nod diligently. You already knew that his words were the truth and the way he was putting it into practice was taking over your being, almost brainwashing you.

You do him the favour of arching your back a little more, giving Jimin all the more room to hold onto you, but it seemed like he had other plans, using this opportunity to pull out and forcing you turn around to lie on your back. You couldn’t say anything, his arms hooking under your knees to push them up towards your chest before swiftly pushing into you again, thrusting at a pace so ungodly, you were sure you couldn’t handle it.

“Too much, Jimin!” you gasp, turning your head away from him to shield your embarrassing state.

He was quick to notice and grabbed ahold of your cheeks, forcing you to look back at him and he continued to fuck you at his torturous pace, rolling his heels deeper into you, “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

You couldn’t imagine what you looked like right now, but Jimin could safely say you looked like every man’s wet dream. Your fucked out state had his cock twitching between your soft walls, and you couldn’t help but clench around him, giving him that final push to reach his high.

“I’m close..” you breathe out, shaking your head in a bid to ease yourself of your coming orgasm, but Jimin was adamant on having your full, undivided attention.

“Don’t you dare look away from me,” he says, releasing your knees from its contraption only to have your legs dangle over his shoulders as he brought his thumb down to circle over your clit and using it as leverage to push you towards your orgasm.

And that seemed to do the job. A string of curses fell from your lips as you completely broke down on him, a sheen layer of white making an appearance between your legs which only became more prominent once Jimin slowed down. A visible mix of white had coated his cock as he continued to slowly fuck you in a bid to help you calm down.

Jimin’s jaw fell slack once he decided to pull out of you, leaving a trail of white behind him as he fell to lie beside you,

You both finally established this was more than just a mutual fuck; it was an open-ended gateway for the pair of you to become something more.

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blueberryarchive · 7 months

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pink lemonade˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ (pjm)

You were finishing painting your nails, a delicate pink covering every single one, frost decorating the tips. You looked at yourself for the umpteenth time in the mirror: your hair was perfect, your makeup shined with the stifling sunlight that came through your window; the heat forced you to wear the shortest skirt in your closet and the small top that looked like a strip of fabric covering your nipples.

Jimin loved seeing you in that skirt. He adored taking you out in it, that you would bend down to tie your heels, and he could see the small bulge of your tight pussy in your pink thong. He would smile slyly and then make you his in the first alley he found, leaving his princess to moan so loudly while he ruined her mascara.

Your flip phone vibrated on the table, and you grabbed it as delicately as possible so as not to ruin the varnish on your nails.

JM: R8 outside bby.

You smiled and opened the door to your bedroom. Today, your roommate went home on vacation, which meant Jimin arrived every time he got off work.

"You came," you shrieked, hugging him around his neck, feet on tiptoe.

"I promised, didn't I?" His voice was foxy, soft, like your cat's purr.

His hands approached your bare waist, and he turned you around, taking you to the mirror where upon finding your reflection and his, you smiled; you knew you were beautiful, and he knew what he had, the way he bit his lips, the hands that explored your figure, every curve, every accessory. He adored and drowned in pride, as he could say he got the sweetest piece of cake in college.

“I like the new piercing,” he murmured, running a finger over the jewel in your navel.

"Don't you think it's too much?" you leaned forward to fix your lipstick, the roundness of your ass rubbing against Jimin's baggy jeans. He denied seeing the skirt decorated with butterflies, so slutty and adorable.

"Come here," his fingers opened to lift up your top, leaving your nipples in the air; a hiss as he watched how they bounced.

"My favorite whore." he laughed, grabbing your hair that took you an hour to fix.

You bit your lower lip covering a laugh, because you were doing it for him, a small gift for him to enjoy and grope every time he arrived. Leaving you with NARS Roman Holiday lipstick smeared all over your cheeks and his cock.

Park dragged the stool from your dresser and sat with his legs open, his pants covered his strong thighs, but when his hand guided your body to sit your pussy on one of them, you felt every muscle under the rough fabric.

"Minnie," you whined, arching your back.

“Mm-mm, let your Minnie do everything,” Jimin pushed his black hair back and turned his eyes to you for affirmation. You nodded. "You don't want to ruin your nails before they dry." He purred in your ear, placing both of your hands behind your back.

"No." you stammered as you felt his leg bounce beneath you, your body starting to bounce with him.

“Your little fingers will look so cute around my cock when the polish dries,” he bit your collarbone, leaving a mark that you squealed at. "What's the name of the color? You haven't used this before."

"Pink Lemonade." You stammered.

Your eyes closed as you felt how the fabric of the lower pockets of his jeans deliciously caressed your clit with every little jump. The knuckles of Jimin's hand behind you touched your anus from time to time, and you felt like you were seeing stars around him.

He loved when you turned stupid, your lips hanging low, letting out babbling that Jimin didn't understand a damn. He didn't give a fuck what you said. either. Your tits were in the air, your hair floating with that intoxicating vanilla smell.

He nimbly put your chest on his other knee, hands still tied with his fingers behind your back. A single finger was enough to lower the thread that you were graciously using to cover your pussy.

His silver-decorated fingers grazed your anus, spitting directly into the pulsing hole.

"Leave your hands behind, princess," Jimin ordered, finally letting go of your hands.

A spanking, so sudden that you could only squeal and moan, the sweet juice coating your thighs at this point. One, two, three, four spanks in a row, alternating until your skin felt the stinging that you love so much. While all this was happening, the bouncing of his leg did not stop, it was so irregular and exquisite.

"Another, ah!" you screamed as you felt four more, Jimin's nose wrinkled, enjoying every bounce of your buttocks. How did all that fit into that short skirt?

"Is my princess going to cum on my fingers? God, you look just about good enough to eat."

Your head nodded fervently, the small nub beginning to swell under the dampness of the jeans. You had such a delicious urge to urinate that you could only whimper.

Jimin's fingers entered all at the same time, forcing your pussy open to let his digits in, the skin around it turning red with each in and out.

His four fingers pumped your fluids and brushed against the gummy walls of your pussy.

At one point, his fingers arched, and your tongue came out in a gasp. Jimin took the opportunity to put your mouth to good use.

"Open wide for me," two of his rough fingers played with your mouth as you sucked automatically. "You're the most beautiful babe in this fucking city."

Your stomach clenched as the bouncing became faster and more even. You bit Jimin's fingers as you came, the fabric of Jimin's jeans getting soggy and hot with the torrent coming out of your messy, red pussy. The aftershocks left you a whimpering chaos.

"Agh, whore." Jimin hissed in pain as you bit his fingers harder, your body shaking on top of him like a leaf. And to think he was just getting started. You laughed as he saw the marks of your teeth on his fingers.

"Let's see the polish," he grabbed your hands. They were perfect.

"Do you like them, Minnie?"

Your Minnie nodded, smiling sweetly.

"Now do your job," he ran his wet fingers over his tongue, the acrid taste and wetness leaving his fingers pruned. "Minnie wants to see you use those pretty hands to please me."

Still in the clouds, you kissed him and smiled. You loved being Jimin's princess, the most beautiful girl in the fucking city, his most delicate and slutty doll.

#bts #jimin smut #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x oc #park jimin #bimbocore #y2k minnie✧⁠*⁠。#bimbo bunny.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

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kookssin · 1 year

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[1:58am] | park jimin

PLAY I WANNA BE YOURS BY THE ARCTIC MONKEYS

genre: established! relationship, fluff, smut, soft sex, love, affection, bathtub sex, physical touch, feels

wordcount: 2.1k

✩ !!note: requests for drabbles are open!!✩

it was late at night, 1:58am to be exact. you were laying in jimins bed, watching him as he sat on his desk, working on correcting an essay. he had told you an hour ago he would be done soon and join you in bed, but he was still working and refused to stop working. you were slowly growin impatient since you wanted to spend time with him.

you sighed and rolled off the bed, tiptoeing over to his desk where you pulled on the sleeve of his hoodie. "jimiiiin" you whined, making him hum in response, not looking up from what he was writing "it's been an hour, for how long do you want to continue working on that damn essays? you can just finish it tomorrow"

"an hour? oh shit" he widened his eyes as he looked at the clock on his phone "just a little bit longer baby, you can sleep if you want" he looked up at you, caressing the small of your back as you pouted. "i won't go to to sleep without you, plus i'm not tired yet" "okay, then just wait a little longer alright?" you huffed out, turning around and stomping back to bed. out of the corner of your eye you saw him look at you but turned around as soon as you were on his bed.

you laid on your back and looked at the ceiling, thinking about how you would get him to spend time with you. after a few minutes of thinking, you grinned to yourself, knowing how you would get jimin to spend time with you. you got up from the bed once again, but instead of walking to him, you took off your clothes, only leaving your white lacy undewear on, his favourite.

"babe, what are you doing" he murmured, looking at your figure with hooded eyes as he must've heard you taking off your clothes since he was turned around now. "i'll go and take a warm bath" you innocently smiled at him before walking across his room to the door that led you into his master bathroom, which you were glad at the moment he didn't share with one of the others.

you turned on warm water to fill the big bathtub, smiling to yourself as you lit the scented vanilla candles around the tub. you added some soap to create bubbles before you turned off the lights, the moonlight shining brightly into the big window next to the bathtub, a starry night.

you smiled as you heard jimin entering the bathroom, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed a tender kiss on your neck "you know this is my favourite one" he breathed against you neck, playing with the waistband of your panties, you nodded and bit your lip, holding back a smile "let's turn on some music, hm?" you nodded and let him go over to music box where he connected his phone. you grinned brightly as you heard the bass of the first song filling the bathroom. do i wanna know.

jimin knowingly smirked at you, placing his phone on the counter before he walked back to you, taking off his shirt in the meantime. the tub was still filling up with water as he wrapped his arms around your waist once again, facing you with a soft smile.

"i'm sorry that i took so long with work" he spoke softly, in loosing your bra and taking it off of you. "it's okay" you smiled at him, now you were the one playing with the waistband of his pants. he giggled at that, cupping your face and pulling you into a gentle kiss. you melted into his body, your hands wrapping around his wrists, down his forearm "let's get into the water" he mumbled against your lips, both of you quickly taking off your remaining clothes before you both went into the tub, turning off the water as you both let yourselves relax.

"come here" jimin made grabby hands in your direction, making you smile as you sat on his lap, chest to chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. you wrapped your arms around his neck, biting back a grin as you felt his half hard dick on the inside of your thigh. "what?" he smirked, pressing you harder down agaisnt his dick as he bit his lip. you giggled, falling against his chest as it vibrated under you. "cute" he mumbled, pecking your head before he tilted your chin upwards, connecting your lips into a passionate kiss.

you softly moaned into his mouth as he started massaging your breasts, your hips automatically grinding down on him "mhm, good girl" he spoke against your lip, gripping your waist a little harder, fully hard under you now as your wet slick folds rubbed up and down on him.

"ahh- jimin" you whimpered out, eyes shut as his length perfectly stimulated your clit. "what is it, angel?" he smirked, nipping at your jaw as your head was tilted back "are you gonna cum from just humping me?" he teased, giving your waist a firm squeeze as you nodded, whimpering out"please"

"go on then, cum for me when you're ready baby" he continued kissing your neck, he himself groaning as you moved up and down on him, precum leaking onto his tummy in the process, the water around you making some noises as it hit the walls. "i'm gonna cum" you whined, gripping his shoulders tightly as you moaned out his name, praised leaving his mouth as he held you in his arms, helping you riding out your high as your movements faltered a little.

"such a good girl" he murmured, kissing your lips passionately as you slowly came down from your high. your tongues were messily dancing with each other, the sound of no. 1 part anthem playing in the background. "wanna ride you minie" you breathed against his lips, earning a groan from him as you felt him twitch for a second. "you want to ride me?" he smirked, pulling away from the kiss to look you in the eyes with a cocky look on his face "then do it"

you bit your lip at that, lifting your self up a bit to wrap your fingers around his dick to align it with your entrance, earning a soft moan from him as you pumped his shaft a bit before sinking down on him. "mhmm" he hummed, letting his head fall back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed as you slowly let yourself down on him completely, a whimper escaping your mouth "you feel so good" he praised "keep going angel" his hands comfortingly caressing your sides and back up and down as you adjusted to his size.

after a few moments you were relaxed enough to move; your hands placed against his chest as you slowly began moving up and down on him "mhm~ just like that" he groaned as you rolled your hips against his, a loud moan escaping your mouth as his tip brushed your gspot. you started bouncing again, his dick finding your gspot everytime that you couldn't help but fall onto his chest, continuing your movements as good as you could as he chuckled breathlessly, easily helping you move up and down with his hands on your butt "feels good, doesn't it?" he firmly squeezed your butt, wanting you to answer as you only nodded your head in response, your fingers crawling into his skin as you heavily breathed "feels so g-good" you mumbled out, hoping it was enough for him and it was.

you walls clenched around him as you were nearing your second orgasm, he himself groaning deeply as he was close too. you went slack in his arms as he lifted your butt up and started pounding into you repeatedly, hitting the spongy spot inside you perfectly. "are you gonna cum for me again baby? hm?" he breathed right into your ear, the bathroom filled with the sounds of wet skin slapping, both your moans and the am album playing in the back ground "yes!" you moaned out, clenching around him tightly as you came undone "there you go" he groaned, spilling his cum right into you as he came seconds after you "thaaaats it"

you trembled in his arms from over stimulation as he came deep inside you, both of you moaning loudly.

"you feel incredible" he heavily breathed into your ear, holding you tightly onto him as you gasped for air, slowly but surely coming down from your high "my good little girl"

both of you stilled, heavily breathing as each of you calmed down. you were still laying on his chest when he made the move to pull out of you, but you stopped him before he could do that "stay in me" you mumbled, earning a soft and tried smile from him as he nodded "you did so good baby" he praised, kissing your forehead.

you looked out of the window, staring into the night sky and admiring the stars as you felt his steady heart beat under you, his hands caressing up and down your back as you softly played with his locks, each other's touch relaxing both of you.

you smiled and closed your eyes as you heard the next and last song on the album playing.

i wanna be yours.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

I wanna be your setting lotion

Hold your hair in deep devotion (I'll be)

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean

Now I wanna be yours

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

you turned your head to him as the melody came to an end, finding him already looking down at you with a gentle smile, his eyes shining in the moonlight. it felt magical as everything else was compelty quite, feeling as if just you and him were in the world. you were sure your heart was running a mile as he brought his hand up to tuck your probably completely messy hair behind your ear, his palm sliding down to caress your cheek.

"i love you jimin" you sincerely spoke, voice not louder than a whisper as you stared into his eyes, a smile of love and adoration on your face. "i love you" he whispered back, eyes shining with the same amount of love and adoration as yours.

you smiled even wider after that, leaning in for a chasteful kiss, putting all your love into it. both of you pulled away to look into each other eyes again, giggling as neither of you wanted to look away.

"we should head to bed" jimin softly spoke, caressing your head as you see already half asleep on his chest. "hm? o-oh yeah" you mumbled, sitting up to carefully let him slip out of you, some more of his cum dripping into the already dirty water in the process. he helped you clean yourself real quick and cleaned himself too before getting out of the tub and lifting you out of it too.

it was a comfortable silence as he opened the door to his room to let some light shine in, both of you wrapped in fluffy towels as he let the water out of the tub and you blew out the candles.

after both of you had put on some clothes, you were cuddled up against each other in his bed, the clock on. his nightstand showing 3:47 am.

"good night baby" he whispered, kissing your forehead as you were already drifting into a deep and calm sleep in his hands, happy

✩!!as already mentioned in the top, feel free to leave requests for drabbles in my inbox!!✩

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muniimyg · 20 days

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𐙚₊˚⊹ best friend!jimin ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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jimin has always found you pretty.

the day you announced to be best friends with him, he quickly accepted his fate and pushed the idea of being with you aside. it didn't matter to him back then. he was just happy to be yours.

but it's different now.

after a long internship abroad, you've finally returned home. he picked you up from the airport and if he could live through the moment where your eyes met in the crowd again—he would.

it was the way your eyes lit up when he found yours.

it was the way he pushed through the crowd to reach for you again.

it was the way you smiled as he pulled you in by your waist, resting your chin on the crook of his neck, murmuring; "god, i missed you."

during the drive back to your place, he asks about your flight. to his dismay, you talk about something else.

someone else.

there's an unsure feeling that forms in the pit of his stomach. it could be jealousy. it probably is jealousy.

you tell jimin about the boy you met during your internship. how he treated you well in the beginning and even considered sleeping with him. how natural it was for you and the other guy to bond. jimin feels sick with every word about him that escapes your mouth. was he replaced? was that why you barely called? was that who you were with and posting in a soft-launch style? oh, his blood boils.

when you arrive at your place, jimin helps you carry your suitcases to your room. but before that, he greets everyone in your family. they waited for you too. they missed you too.

in your bedroom, you immediately fall to your bed. you take a deep breath and stare at the ceiling as jimin sets your suitcases aside. you pat the space beside you and jimin mimics your fall to join you. now, in the silence, you two let your thoughts consume you.

he should say he missed you. he should say he missed you more than you missed him. he should... say something, right? confess or whatever? he isn't sure. all he knows is that he's happy you're back and doesn't think he could do this again.

he can't be without you again.

"___, can i—"

"i think i'm over love," you sigh, turning to your side and facing him. you reach for his hair and play with a few strands. "he was so nice in the beginning. i thought i was going to bring him home and introduce you to him... but it didn't last. why doesn't it ever last?"

jimin's throat goes dry.

"feels like i went to hell and back with him," you admit. "was i always bound to be with guys like him? i've had enough. from here on out, i'm going to commit to the cat lady thing."

he laughs. "really, now? the cat thing? you're allergic."

you huff. "i'll replace you with yoongi. he's a cat. same shit."

jimin pouts.

you laugh and apologize.

"not all guys are like him, ___. you know that." he attempts to comfort you. "i'm not like that."

you smile and nod in agreement. "i know... it's just... what ever happened to love letters? to fresh flowers and picnics by the lake?"

jimin squints at you. "you hate the lake. you say the ground is too mushy and the ducks are scary."

you shrug. "i want to go on a row boat ride. like allie and noah from the notebook or something... you know? i want romance."

"knowing you... you'd fall into the water."

"well, then that's his cue to save me."

"what if he doesn't know how to swim?"

"then he's not the one."

a beat.

"i'm a good swimmer."

you blink at him.

before you can reply, jimin continues. "you seem to be flip-flopping between wanting to love and wanting to be loved. which is it, really?"

you think.

"both," you answer. "how romantic would it be if it was both?"

jimin doesn't answer you.

instead, he looks at you in a way you've never noticed he has. it makes your heart beat faster. it makes you forget to breathe in. you hiccup, he laughs, and suddenly you two feel at ease again.

then, he reaches for your hand.

gently, he intertwines your fingers together. you gulp, unsure if you should say something or move... you figure not to. instead, you lay there and stare at your ceiling. jimin does the same.

in a split moment, you hold your breath. you didn't expect this. neither did he. but it happens. he says something that changes everything between you two forever. from friends to lovers; in between is romance.

this moment is your in-between.

this is romance.

"to love and to be loved," jimin breathes, "... is to be with you."

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luvismenu · 10 days

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Sweet Serendipity | Park Jimin | One shot

pairing: sugardaddy!jimin x sugarbaby!oc

summary: You found yourself drawn to the world of sugar babying, craving a taste of the luxurious life that had always seemed out of reach. It was a decision fueled by curiosity and a desire to experience something new. And that's how you crossed paths with Park Jimin, a man whose charm and wealth promised to fulfill your longing for extravagance and adventure.

warning: +18, rough and quick sex, vaginal sex, nipples licking, protected sex, explicit language (obviously), couch sex, sugardaddy!jimin, sugarbaby!oc

In a sprawling mansion nestled within the heart of the city, Jimin lived in lavish comfort. His home exuded opulence, with marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, and sprawling gardens adorned with vibrant blooms. Every corner whispered of extravagance, from the grandiose staircase winding its way to the upper floors to the panoramic views of the skyline visible from every window. It was a testament to Jimin's immense success.

Despite the grandeur surrounding him, Jimin couldn't shake the feeling of solitude that lingered in the halls of his mansion. Surrounded by luxury, he yearned for something more, a connection that transcended material wealth.

As Jimin longed for more, you, his sugar baby, stood before him, a vision of beauty, igniting a spark of excitement and anticipation within him.

"Are we going to start your part of the deal?" you inquire, your voice steady but tinged with anticipation. Jimin smiles as he lowers himself onto the soft plush couch, he gestures to the empty space beside him. You join him, feeling a rush of excitement mingled with nervousness.

"Straight to the point, hm?" Jimin's voice is smooth, almost velvety, sending a thrill down your spine. His dark eyes hold a glint of amusement as he takes in your boldness. "I admire that," he adds, his words carrying a hint of intrigue.

"I want to get to know you more before I fuck you, sweetheart," Jimin continues, his tone softening as he reaches for a glass of champagne on the glass table. In that moment, it's clear that there's more to this arrangement than just business—a spark of curiosity and connection flickers between you, igniting a desire to explore deeper into each other's worlds.

"Champagne?" Jimin asks, his brow raised inquisitively. You nod in response, reaching for one of the glasses on the table and taking a delicate sip.

"You look beautiful, Y/n" Jimin remarks, breaking the silence as he too takes a sip of champagne. His eyes linger on you with a hunger that is softened by his innate elegance.

"I could say the same about you, Jimin" you reply with a small smirk, mirroring his actions and taking another sip of champagne. Jimin chuckles, clearly enjoying your wit and confidence.

As tension thickens in the air, your thoughts drift towards Jimin's life, veiled in mystery. Despite the enigmatic aura surrounding him, one thing is evident: he's a stunningly handsome man who effortlessly leaves you feeling weak in the knees.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" Jimin's voice carries a teasing smirk as he catches you stealing glances at him.

"I do." you reply, matching his teasing tone, setting your glass down on the table. Jimin's smile widens mischievously as he leans in, intrigued.

"Tell me, what do you like?" he asks, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

Jimin's chuckle carries a hint of surprise, intrigued by your apparent innocence. "I mean, what are your kinks, favourite positions, your limits?" he clarifies, his voice low and filled with anticipation, as if he's eager to explore every possibility with you.

"Oh," you murmur, relaxing into the plush cushions of the couch, you meet Jimin's gaze with a newfound confidence.

"This is about you, Park Jimin," you declare, your voice laced with seduction. "I am yours for tonight."

Jimin's eyes darken with lust as he watches you, his gaze filled with desire. "You're mine for tonight?" he repeats, his voice husky with anticipation, relishing the idea of having you all to himself.

"So I get to do whatever I want?" Jimin's voice is laced with a playful smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he considers the possibilities.

Leaning towards him, you let your breath dance across his ear as you whisper seductively, "Anything you want." Your words send a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire within him as he feels a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins.

A low growl escapes Jimin's lips as he leans in closer, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you in with a hunger that matches your own. In that moment, the air tingles with raw desire, and you both lean in.

You drew closer, the air buzzed with anticipation. Your eyes met, silently conveying your longing. Finally, your lips touched in a gentle kiss. It was soft and tender, a moment of pure connection where you lost yourselves in each other's warmth. Time seemed to stop as you savored the sweetness of the embrace, completely lost in the moment.

Your hearts raced, the kiss grew bolder, deeper, more passionate. His tongue darted out to trace the outline of your lips before slipping inside your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance. You moaned softly against him, arching into his touch as your bodies melted together.

You met his movements with equal skill, teasing him with flicks of your own tongue before slipping into deeper kisses that left you both breathless.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally pulled away from the kiss, panting softly. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face before leaning in to press another tender kiss on your cheek. "Do you want me to fuck you right here?"

Eager for his touch, you respond with a breathless, "Yes, please." Jimin's lips curve into a knowing smirk, his eyes alight with anticipation as he leans closer, pressing his lips against your neck.

As he kissed your neck, his hands snaked under your dress, tracing along your inner thigh until they found their way into your panties. His fingers traced the outline of your pussy lips, teasing you as his tongue continued to lick and nip at your neck.

You moaned softly at his touch, arching into his fingers as they teased your clit. Your hips bucked against his hand in silent plea for more. The combination of his tongue on your skin and his fingers dancing over her clit was driving you wild with desire.

With growing urgency, he began to undress you, pulling off your clothes piece by piece. He pushed up your dress, revealing the lacy black underwear. Next, he slipped off your bra, allowing your full breasts to spill free.

His hands cupped your breasts, weighing them in his palms. His mouth dropped to one of your breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, sucking and nibbling gently before moving to the other breast. He flicked the nipple with his tongue, causing you to gasp in pleasure.

With his mouth still wrapped around your nipple, he reached down to his pants and unzipped them. He pulled out his hard cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He rolled on a condom, tugging it down over his length with a satisfying snap.

"Spread your legs sweetheart" Jimin growled into your ear, his voice thick with lust. Without hesitation, you spread your legs wide, offering him complete access to your dripping pussy.

He grips your hips firmly so that he could position himself between your thighs. He moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady. With a slow, steady pace, he guided his cock into your pussy. You moaned his name as he filled you up with his thickness stretching your walls and hitting your G-spot perfectly. "So fucking tight" Jimin groaned, slamming his hips into you.

The sound of your skins slapping together filled the room. He began to thrust harder and faster, pounding into you with a primal rhythm. You arched your back, meeting each of his powerful strokes with equal force. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your moans got louder.

"Tell me, sweetheart" he whispered hoarsely in your ear. "Tell me how much you love my cock inside you."

"Fuck! I love your cock buried deep inside me." you cried out.

He growled low in his throat, picking up the pace even more. His hips snapped against yours, driving his cock deeper with every thrust. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through you.

As you both neared your climaxes, the room seemed to echo with your moans and gasps. His thrusts grew shorter and more intense while you tightened around him, signaling your imminent release.

You came around his cock, your inner walls squeezing tighter and tighter on his shaft. Jimin threw his head back, his body quaked with the force of his orgasm, his cum spurting into the condom as he filled it totally.

He pulled out of you gently, his cock still partially hard inside the condom. Your breathing slowly returned to normal as you both calmed down. Sweat glistening on your bodies, and soft moans still escaped from you occasionally.

"That was...amazing," you panted, looking up at him with a mix of awe and desire in your eyes. He leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips.

Jimin broke the kiss and grinned down at you. "I want to do this more often, with you," he said as he tossed the used condom into a nearby trashcan. "You're addicting."

a/n: I actually had sm fun writing this because it was a new experience for me.

i hope you guys liked it too ♡

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vinetae · 1 year

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Can I please ask for a neighbour jimin who gets intensely attracted to y/n, they flirt a lil here and there and due to a guy's visit he gets extremely possesive and claims his ownership 💦🥵

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” Your eyes lull to the back of your head at his shameless attempt.

“And you’d be really cute with this knife shoved in your thick head.” He laughs, raising an eyebrow up in questioning.

“So you think I’m cute?”

You scoff, eyes rolling. “Not in the slightest.” He hums, tilting his head before following you into your room.

“But you said really, which means that I was just cute before. So therefore, you think I’m extra cute.”

Smile - PJM

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Genre: Neighbours!Jimin x Neighbors!Reader, (Ft. Love interest Taehyung)

Word Count: my guess... 12K ?

Warnings: Lying, accusations, broken friendships, cunillingus, f.masturbation, wet dreams, pinning, vaginal fingering, games under the table, exhibitionism, voyeurism, light ass play, dirty talk, hurt no comfort (I'm so sorry Tae Tae), use of the word 'faggot', cursing, harsh language, foul language. Camera play, videotaping of sexualactivities, pornographic described photos sessions. Possessive!Jimin, Yandere!Jimin, sub!reader, usage of 'wifey' terms and Y/n being a helpless damsel in distress. Y/n being innocent, and Jimin loves it lol. Jimin coerces Y/n into a nude photography shoot. Jimin is VERY VERY sneaky and charming.

A/n: this got lost in my Tumblr drafts which I don't use anymore. I'm so sorry, anon! Please forgive me 🙏🙏🙏🙏💜 I wanted to post this to remind myself to write part 2 when I get the chance. To give you guys a sneak peak I guess? I just gotta write the steamy.. 🥵

You take in a deep breath, nodding your head in assurance. “Thanks again for the help, guys! Really appreciate it.” They’re quick to ignore the comment, brushing past your shoulder quite roughly. You silently groan, rubbing at the sensitive skin before turning back around to meet their gazes.

“Total’s 120 for the three hours plus lift.” He gruffs, jotting down the amount on the piece of paper. You nod, feeling the jolt of him shoving the little slip into your grip.

“Have it paid by next Tuesday.” He turns around, picking the large toolbox up off your oak flooring before exiting. You rush over, leaning in the door to thank them once again but they don’t return the same attitude.

You huff, folding your arms at the annoyance. Blowing a piece of hair from your view, your eyes scan the loitered hallway full of your things.

Your eyes follow a dark shadow across the corridor, waving at the young man. A black ball cap covered his face, along with a darkened gray mask. His clothes had resembled ones that someone would sleep in to keep warm in the cold winter days. Black sweatpants and sweatshirt to match.

Your arm flies in the air, waving as he passes by. “Hi!”

He brushes your arm, moving past your body before walking into the doorway of his apartment.

“Hmph. Rude much..” You gruff, taking in a breath.

“Alright..” You lean down to lift the heavy box. It had been quite heavy, until suddenly the weight felt light as a feather. You lean to the side to look past the large cardboard box, seeing a young flash you a bright smile.

“Here, I’ve got it.” He adds, pushing his way past the rest of your things before turning around for guidance.

“Oh uh- just set it down in the livingroom.” He nods, placing the large box down before walking back to the hallways. Your hand catches his shoulder before he continues.

“Uhm.. who are you?”

He flashes a quick grin before lifting another box. “I’m part of the moving crew. Sorry my dad’s such a..”

“Pain in the ass?” He laughs at the joke.

“Exactly.” His hand extends out, a boxy smile plasters his expressions. “My name’s Kim Taehyung.” You nod, shaking his hand with the same enthusiasm. You take a glance down the hallway, frowning.

“Won’t you miss your ride?” He shakes his head, while hoisting two boxes into his grip.

“I drove here myself. I’m just working as a mover for the summer. Just some extra cash I can show off.” He winks before taking the boxes back into your apartment. You chuckle, watching as he makes quick work of the boxes that would’ve taken you hours to finish moving.

“Oh- How rude of me!” You yelp, running to the kitchen, peaking out from the fridge’s door to call out to him. “Would you like anything to drink?” He sets the box down, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His permed fluffy, puppy-like hair had floofed up even more from Korea’s hot summers.

“Water please?” He asks. Your body freeze at the sight. Eyes trailing down the plains of his torso, watching as his six-pack tenses with each move of his joints. The lump in your throat felt as thick as a golf ball.

“Uh- yes. Of course!” You laugh it off, trying to hide the nervousness in your tone. You’re quick to make work of his water -like there was much to do anyways- before you set it on the coffee table he’d already placed down. His sweating body takes a seat on your hardwood floors, legs crossing in manner.

“Thank you” He glances up through the glass, flashing you a bright smile. You plop down onto the edge of your sectional, taking slight-

Who were you kidding?

You’re watching this Taehyung guy drink water like it’s the best telanovela you’d ever seen.

He downs the glass quickly, setting it quietly on the coffee table in front of the two of you. “Anything else I can do?” He questions, internally smirking at the way you’d been staring at his adam’s apple for the past minute or so.

You shake your head, pulling yourself from the rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. “I think that’s it.” You reach out to your purse, rummaging through the tiny folds of tightly laced fabrics before taking a glance up. “How much do I owe you?”

He smiles, pulling out his phone to calculate the total. His eyebrows knit together, watching as his face intensifies on the numbers. After a few minutes of torture, he contuines, sliding the phone back into his pocket.

“Sixty-nine dollars, or.." He eyes you up and down, lips trailing out to pad across his bottom lip. "you.”

Your eyebrow quirks at his weird statement. He shakes his head, chuckling nervously.

“No I mean- Ah fuck.. I’m not good with pick up lines, am I?” His hand reaches back to rub at the nape of his neck, acting as if he’s shying out of asking his highschool date to the prom. A few seconds go by before you get it. Your face immediately flushes.

“No- Oh my God, I’m so dumb- Sorry! My Korean’s still a little wonky, you know?”

You smile, trying to hide the embarrassment behind your laugh. He chuckles at the irony.

“But your total would be sixty-nine. Just saying.” You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “No way.” He pulls his phone from the pocket of his khakis, showing the blue an black screen which indeed had sixty-nine calculated in for about an hour.

“Damn.” He chuckles, nodding. “It’s a sign, right?” His eyebrows raise, flashing a cheeky grin towards you.

“Oh, for sure~” You tease, reaching into the pouch of your purse, pulling your phone from its concealment.

“How about this? I pay you, and ask you out?” You watch as a little hue of pink flushes his round cheeks. “Ask me out? Hey, I was the one to ask first.” You laugh, nodding.

“Yeah but you sucked at it.” He pouts but eventually agrees. “Yeah.. okay fine.” He stands up, getting a little more confident. “So how about this Saturday? 8:30?” You nod, rising to meet his level. Your hand reaches out, handing him the correct amount of money, as well as your number written on the piece of paper.

“Sounds like a date.” He smiles like a little kid in a candy store before making his way quickly out the door. Before you hear the lock click, he’s quick to rush back in, using the door as support.

“Wait! What’s your name?” You giggle, leaning down to start unpacking one of your boxes.

“It’s Y/n.”

You let out a deep breath, setting the huge load of laundry down onto the floor, admiring your hard work. You’d gotten almost everything done in just a few hours, since it hadn’t been a huge apartment. Now, all you had to do was wash your clothes.

You lean down, throwing your darks in first before setting the machine’s timer.

[Error]

“What?” You groan, pressing the button again, just for the little alarm to beep at you again.

[Error]

“Ugh!” You bend down more, examining if there had been anything wrong with the machine. Once you knew it wasn’t it’s compartments, you rise back up to meet with the annoying error signal again.

“Okay.. try this again.” You inhale calmly, trying to remember your breathing techniques you’d learned from the free month of yoga you’d signed up for.

“Breeeathe, Y/n. It’s just a little-”

[Error]

“Why you piece of shi!-”

A hand comes to bang in front of your face as you fumble back at the sudden noise. Your eyes glance over to your left side, watching as the man who’d hit the machine had been reaching down to take his things out of the lower machine. He glances up, the black face mask hides any kind of emotion he might’ve shown.

“It gets stuck sometimes. Gotta hit it.” He says monotony, lifting his charcoal gray basket to his chest. You flash a quick smile, bowing.

“Thank yo-”

He was gone.

Jimin lets out a sigh, throwing the bag of laundry down onto his duvet cover. Shuffling over to the computer, plops down into his gaming chair. He slides his headset over, turning on his PC. The screen flashes a few times before loading up his game.

“Heyyyy it’s J-man!” His friends chant on the other line. He scoffs, quick to choose his gun and character.

“Yeah yeah, don’t shit your pants, alright? I’m only gonna play one round.” They all laugh at that, echoing through the mics. “Jimin and only one round?”

“Oh please, his girlfriends beg to differ!” The two boys snicker over the lines, making Jimin groan in frustration. One thing his stupid mates had said caught his ear though.

“You hear about the new girl who died in Chun-dae complex?”

“No shittt bro. Wait- Jimin isn’t that where you live?”

Jimin’s body freezes. His mic goes silent, as he calms his labored breaths. His finger hovers over the mic button before finally replying. “Yeah.” Everyone goes crazy.

“Oh shiiit. Bro do you know what happened?”

“Did you know her?

“Did you fuck her is the question, gentleman.” They all agree, waiting for his response. He groans, eyes lulling to the back of his head before pressing the T button.

“Of course I didn’t know her. It was all over the news, though. Cameraman and news channels cleaned every inch of her apartment.” They all ‘ooo’ in curiosity.

“Hah, knowing him he probably was the one to kill the poor thing.”

“Hey, Ji-bom, that's not funny. My sister knew her.”

Ji-sung scoffs over the mic before replying. “Oh yeah? Only ‘cause they were scissoring each other the night before, isn’t that right?”

“Ayoo, Ji-bom chill man.” Kwang chimes in at the banter. Jimin scoffs at his idiot teamates.

“I’m just sayin’. Fucking faggot got what she deserved, dude.”

“Alright alright that’s enough guys-”

“That’s enough, both of you.” Jin barks back at the two, silencing the chatroom.

“Thank you, hyung. Anyways, Jimin isn’t there a new girl moving into her apartment?”

“Oooo yeah. Go check her out. I heard she just moved to Korea, too.”

“Foreigner?” Jungkook chimes in.

Jimin lets out a sigh, questioning why he’s even friends with any these idiots. He picks up the mic piece, making himself as clear as he can before answering.

“I’ve already seen her.” He scoffs, spinning quietly in his chair to face the wall.

“Ain’t much.” He retorts, clicking out of the call before throwing his wireless headphones to the side.

His eyes take a glance to the organized white board decorated meticulously with red and blue strings, the woman’s face in the center had made a smirk creep up his face.

“Oh fuck-” You curse, watching as the little orange from your net rolls from the paper bags and down the stairs. You whines, setting the little bags to the floor, following the rolling fruit.

“Come back here you little-” Right before you’re able to catch the run away, a soled shoe props itself ontop of the orange. Your eyes flash up, seeing the same man from earlier towering over your figure.

“Oh- thank you..” You bow to reach the object, but he’s quicker to pick it up. The black hat had been capped over his head, revealing the flat of his glistening forehead. His milky skin gleams in the floruescent lights, as he observes your orange like an artist admiring their work of art.

“It’s gone bad.” He comments, throwing it up the stairs as you both watch it land in the space of your bag. Perfectly sitting ontop of the thin paper container.

“Wow..” You awe at his skills, turning around to thank him once more. His black mask is pulled down to reveal a set of large and cherry red lips. A smirk plasters his face.

“Why didn’t you just take the elevator?”

You take a look down, trying to remember why you had gone this was in the first place.

“I.. Don’t really remember.” He hums, leaning against the white stair railing for support.

“You’re the girl from room 13, right?” You nod, flashing him a bright smile.

“Yep! I think you’re..”

“Room 14.”

You nod sharply, sticking your hand out. His eyebrow raises at the gesture.

“Oh right.. Korea.” You cheek flush with a red tint, as you slowly go to retract your hand. However, he’s quick to take it in his grip, giving you a firm shake. His grip had pulled you closer in proximity, your body almost flushed against his completely. You could see the little twinge of gold specks peaking from his chocolate irises.

Where had your voice gone all of a sudden??

“I..I- Uhm.. My name’s Y/n.” You watch the corner of his mouth tug upwards at your stutter.

“Jimin.”

It had now been the second day of moving in. You decided to go explore the complex a bit more, wanting to know its history further than what the website had briefly explained.

Your feet click against the old marbled flooring, and echoed clatter sounds through the empty rooms. Your head swished back and forth, taking a few glances at the passing doors on your way to the elevators.

That’s odd.

You’d been told that this apartment was constantly having people coming in and out all the time, but you haven’t seen a single soul since the guy in the stairwell.

You shake your head, pulling yourself from the rabbit hole of your silly thoughts. You chalk it up to a weird coincidence. You’d moved in on a Wednesday anyways. Everyone was probably at work when you had tried greeting them.

You make your way past the set of elevator doors, pressing the button to make quick work of getting downstairs.

“Hold it!” You hear someone call out, reaching out to pause the elevator doors form shutting completely. He sighs, bowing to thank you as much as the boxes in his arms could. He sighs, taking in deep breaths.

“Ah, thank yo- Y/n?” Your head cranes to the side, seeing Taehyung’s boxy smile and permed, curly locks flowing in the elevator’s A/C.

“Taehyung? What are you doing back here?” He smiles, flashing you a thousand-watt grin. “I’m helping an ajuma switch rooms.” He leans down, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper.

“She said she hates hearing the little ghost girl running across her ceiling..” Chills spiral down your back like a mattress coil. He chuckles, hitting your back gently.

“I’m kidding! Well, I mean she did say that so.. I guess I wasn’t kidding..” He shrugs, fixing the collar of his Frank Sinatra hoodie. He continues to keep the conversation going, trying to explain himself.

“Would it help if I said she was diagnosed with schizophrenia?” Your eyebrows knit in fear. A cold rush flows through your blood.

“Not really..” He pouts, lip peeking out to quiver.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to scare you, promise!” You finally let go a bit, flashing him a slight smile.

“It’s okay.” He nods in excitement, glancing around the room awkwardly before turning back to catch your attention. “So how are you liking your new apartment?” He questions, rocking on the balls of his heels, clasping his hands behind his back. You let out a sigh, slightly nodding.

“I like it. I wish people were a little more friendly, though..” He nods, a compassionate look plastering his face. “Yeah.. it’s got a lot of old people in it, so can’t really ask for the nicest of treatments.” You sigh, nodding at the truth.

“But hey! It’s got a nice view, huh?” You giggle at his excitement, agreeing. “Indeed. And I’ve got one kinda nice neighbour?” He flashes you an adorable boxy smile. “Really? Who?”

“He said his name was like- Jimin or something.”

The whole atmosphere feezes. Taehyung’s once bouncy and energetic vibe fades, and a dark, mysterious look plasters his face.

“Y/n..” He turns to face you, taking your hand in his gently. “Promise me you’ll stay away from him, alright?” Your eyebrow knits in confusion.

“What? Why? He seemed okay.” He shakes his head quickly. “I don’t know much but- he’s got a not so nice reputation around here..” The elevator dings, as the doors slides open. He sighs, taking the boxes back into his arms before turning to give you one last piece of advise.

“Just- stay away from him.”

“Come on you freaking- Ugh!” You’d been trying for the past two hours to hook up the wifi and ethernet cables so you can watch Netflix, but you lost the instructions packet while moving your things around. You groan out, throwing the screwdriver to the side in frustration.

You rise before walking out of your apartment door, as Taehyung’s voice rings in your mind.

“He’s got a ‘not so nice’ reputation around here..”

“Just- stay away from him.”

Your head shakes the thoughts away as you ring the doorbell.

A few minutes after, the door starts to unlock, cracking open to reveal a messy haired man standing in the doorway.

“Uh- Jimin?” You ask, wondering if it had been the same man you’d see earlier. He hums, leaning on the doorframe for support. The fuzzy blanket wrapped around his small frame had made him look completely harmless.

Which only fueled your motives.

“Uh- Hi. We met in the stairway earlier and-”

“Ah yeah.” He yawns, face resembling one of a little baby puppy waking up from it’s naptime. “Y/n, right?” You nod, happy that someone had remembered who you were.

“Yes, that’s me haha. Uhm so- I was wondering if you knew anything about wifi cables?” His eyebrow raises at the question, but continues on.

“Yeah. Why?” You flash a large grin, putting on your best ‘I’m a woman, I need help, please help me’ look.

What?

It’s worked before.

“Great! I’ve just been struggling with hooking up my wifi cables to the outlet and it’s really frustrating and-” He cuts you off with a chuckle. “That’s the easiest thing setting up in the apartment.” You huff, but continue.

“Well if it’s so easy, then it won’t take you long at all.” He chuckles, arms crossing over his chest as you’d taken notice of his more aware self stealing ‘sleepy’s’ spotlight.

“What’s in it for me?” He teases, flashing a cheesy grin. You nod, trying to think of something a man would want.

Other than that..

“Uhm- I could make you dinner?” He thinks for a second, before opening the door all the way.

“Alright. Just lemme grab a shirt.”

Jimin’s eyes take a few double takes around Y/n’s apartment. The tiny couch tucked in the corner, covered in plastic wrapping and dusty blankets. The cream colored high walls stood twice his size, and really? That was the only beautiful part about living in these shitty apartments.

“So where’s the cable?” He questions, head craning a full 180 to observe the lack of decorations. She flashes a small, embarrassed grin while pointing to a separate selected room. His fingertips graze the surface of her marble countertops. Lifting his finger, he examines the light dusk bits his skin had picked up. He’s quick to wipe the dirt on the fabric of his jeans.

“You know, the landlord said that the internet cable would be in the mainroom but-”

“What the fuck..” His feet stop behind yours, observing the cramped space of your bathroom.

He watches your nails reach behind your head, scratching as you let out a small chuckle. “Yeah..”

He scoffs, eyes taut on the little internet box shoved on a low rickety shelf above the toilet. You bend down to meet his level, waiting for his next move. “Makes sense on why they knocked off a few bucks..” You laugh nervously, eyebrows knitting together in frustration.

He lets out a short chuckle, reaching around to pull the plug. He rises to his feet, arms crossing over his chest. “What a bunch of idiots..” He mumbles, sighing.

You rise as well, glancing up at his frustrated figure. “Anything I can do?” He stops running his hand through his black toussels, taking a glance at your way.

“Yeah.” He comments, bending back down to reach into his toolbag.

“Got any beer?”

You take in deep breath, knee tapping anxiously against your hardwood floors. You’d been waiting outside the bathroom for the past ten minutes. He offer to relocate the router so it wouldn’t be a future firehazard. You happily agreed, trusting his insticts.

He was the man, anyways.

Your nails had almost been cleaned right off from the tightness of your jaw nervously chewing on the poor things. Every few minutes you’d heard a sigh of frustration or mumbled curse as he’d been removing the wires from inside your walls.

“Hey, wifey,” He yelps out. You’re quick to make your way into the small bathroom.

“Need anything?” Your jaw drops at the sight. His tanned skin had glistened with a sheet of sweat, jet-black locks greased and pulled back to sit slick against the crown of his head. A few dry and perfectly good stragles make their debut on the slick of his forehead. His white shirt you’d seen his thrown on prior to coming over was drenched making the thin material completely see-through.

He gripes, rising to his feet once more. His large hands held the tiny router in one, with wire cutter in the other. He chuckles, watching your eyes blow as wide as cartoon characters.

“Might wanna close that mouth if you’re not gonna put it to good use, darling.”

That-

Didn’t help.

You’re quick to pull yourself from the train of spiral thoughts, nodding at his commentary. He lets out a short laugh, pushing the little router into your chest. You yelp a little ‘oof’, gripping onto the device.

“What.. am I gonna do with this?” You ask, watching him packing the things in his toolbag, slinging it over his shoulder before replying with a smirk.

“Replace it. Piece of crap is older than my mom's kimchi recipe.” He reaches upwards, stretching the length of his elongated spine. You silently gawk at the peak of skin underneath his shirt. He twists around, giving you a little smirk.

“Dinner ready yet?” You shake your head, pointing at the clock on the wall. He glances over, reading the time set.

6pm.

He scoffs, throwing his bag onto the floor to lean up against the edge of your little centered table.

“Besides,” You add, finally having found your voice once more. You watch one of his darkened eyebrows quirk at the comment.

“I asked you to fix it.”

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t fix it.”

He chuckles, leaning further into the table’s edge. “Can’t fix something I don’t have.”

You pout, crossing your arms to match his. “Why don’t you have it?”

“You don’t get it, do you?” He asks, leaning towards your direction to lazily tower over your figure. You back down, feeling his intense aura consume yours like a little bunny caught by the big bad wolf.

“You need a new router, the other one won’t connect to the complex’s main central.” You watch his narrowed eyes soften upon seeing your intimidated ones. He sighs, carding a hand through his greasy locks, flipping his chin up to shake the entirety of his head.

“Hardware store’s closed for today already. You can check tomorrow. If you order it online, it’ll take up to a week to have it shipped.” You huff, annoyed with the cursed thing.

His smirk toys with your aggravated posture.

“I don’t supposed you have an extra one?” You plead, flashing your most intense puppy-like eyes.He smirks, shaking his head.

“Nope, sorry, Wifey.” Your eyes flash up to meet him.

“What’s with that?” His shoulders shrug, an innocent look splays his sharp features. You groan, walking away to tug the roots of your hair in frustration. You twist around, throwing yours hands down.

“There’s NOTHING you can do?” He lifts from counter, slowly coasting his way to stalk your frame. He towers over you, a smirk plasters his features.

“There’s alot I can do. But for that?” His finger points to the little old device on the counter where you’d placed it.

“No can do.”

You take in a deep breath as he makes his way to jump onto the counter’s surface, feet swinging back and forth like a little kid. He watches your features slowly fade from hopeful to hopeless in a matter of seconds. Your eyes quicken over the area of your apartment, as if he could almost see the little gears trying to push their way to start.

After a while of pacing and panic, you’d just settled on giving into fate. “Alright.” You sigh, slowing your paces to a stop. Your eyes glance up, seeing him propping himself back on the heels of his palms, an amused smirk paints his face.

“Still up for dinner?”

“Not very wifely of you, Y/n.” He comments, stuffing a face full of the hot rice you’d ordered for him.

“I’m not trying to be wifely, Jimin.” He chuckles at that.

You’d settled for just ordering in. So here you sat, using the flat of your old couch as a backrest as the two of you sat on the hardwood floor eating sticky rice and crunchy chicken you’d gotten from the place across from your apartment.

“I like that.” Your head cranes, giving him a questioning look.

“Like what?”

He grins, taking another bite of his largely portioned rice bowl.

“When you say my name.”

You chuckle, clicking the remote to find something to entertain this kind of awkward situation. You feel him shift a bit, crossing his legs to get into a more relaxed position.

“So,” he starts, digging in the little to-go box for the last of his rice. His voice strings with casualty and familiarity which he laced to ease this into a more comfortable atmosphere for the both of you.

“Why this shithole?” You chuckle, reflecting back on the selection process you’d forced yourself to go through.

“It was kind of an emergency situation. I wanted to come here for animation and graphic designs.. But, I had to move out quickly.” His eyebrow quirks at the questioning sentence.

“Why?”

You sigh, fingertip grazes over the ridges of your hardwood floor. Should you really be letting an almost stranger know so much about your personal affairs?

Well, you two were neighbors now.

“Stuff just got too complicated in my house.” He nods, not wanting to pry on more of the obvious still fresh wound. His throat clears, as he begins clearing your table of the plastic wrappers and trash.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I got kicked from my own house.” You chuckle, head turning to face him. “Really? What could you possibly have done?” He laughs, leaning back against the couch’s front.

“What? Don’t think I’d get into trouble?” Your head shakes at his question. “Frankly, you look like a cinnamon roll.” He chuckles, taking a sip of his soju.

“Oh really?” He leans in further, the pad of his lips brushes your ear’s shell. Hot breaths roll past your heating cheeks. His voice is low and sensual now.

“I mean- you just like blacks, right?” He chuckles at that. He reaches out, ruffling your hair between his fingers.

“You’re cute.”

“Oh fuck..” He moans out, hand palming himself over the clad of his boxer-briefs. His body, slung forward, propped up to leave the back of his chair lonely and cold. His chin tilts upwards, eyes focused on the bright of his screen.

“Mmmm just like that, baby” He groans, free hand gripping the edge of his chair, knuckles hueing to a white tint at the pressure. He watches the woman drop the fabrics of her remaining clothing items. Her pink, basic underwear slipped from the waist of her tight skin.

“Yeahhh” His heavy moans pant at the sight of the beautiful woman exposing herself for the camera. His palm wrapped around the base, a slow pace up and down the length of his throbbing cock. His sweaty bangs come to fly forward before sticking to the damped of his forehead. His mouth stifles sounds that would be a one-way ticket to hell.

Oh, how he wished she'd caress her breasts.

His eyes focus on the way her hair falls out of its messy bun to cascade down the beautiful plains of her back. A small, cursive tattoo sits atop the nape of her neck. The little decoration only furthers him deeper into his state of temporary euphoria.

The soap slides down her body, grime and grease being removed from even the most difficult crevasse. Suds and white foam paint a thin sheet over the bare of her entire frame. His hips slightly raise out of control at the sight. The red and angered tip of his cock leaks a thick string of pre-cum from his slit.

Her hand reaches out to steady herself, making sure she doesn’t slip from the sudsy shower floor. Her long, manicured nails made him wish she’d ruin his back with them. Red scratches running up along the plains of his shoulder blades only edged him on further.

His balls tighten, warning him of his nearing end. He groans out, leaning back against his gaming chair as he lifts a leg to prop up on the desk, showing the invisible camera on his computer all of his lengthy and girthy glory. After a few minutes of slowed strokes, his balls ached with pain.

He loved it.

His hand wrapped around his cock picks up the pace. Body practically leaping from his seat.

“Fuck!” He moans out, lips dropping to form an O-shape as a string of hot cum shoots onto the towel that he’d held to his tip right before blowing his load.

He clicks a few buttons, watching as the camera zooms in at the perfect time. She’d finished up, exiting the shower to wrap a warm and fuzzy looking lengthy towel around her fitted body. The steam had fogged the glass mirror above the sink, but the camera still stood clear as fresh water.

The cameraman had cleverly sprung for the fog-avoidant cameras.

He, being the cameraman..

You reach over, answering the incoming call that had rung for the past few seconds. You hug the portion of your towel to your body, clinging it as to not accidentally flash a single soul. An all-too-cheery voice answers.

“Y/n! So, I was thinking- We never really decided on a place to eat at.” He pouts, a teasing tone peaks his expressions. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could see the child-like boxy smile he’d always sport.

You decide to have a little fun with your new found friend. “I’m sorry- Who’s this?” You could hear the hurt in his voice.

“It’s Taehyung.. Already forgot about me, huh?” You giggle, throwing the phone onto your bed after pressing the speaker button.

“I’m playing with you Taehyung.” He huffs. “Not very funny of a joke, ma’am.” He retorts, making you snicker at the nickname.

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry Taehyung-ie. How about I make it up to you?” His voice cheers up quickly, amusement peaking his interests.

“And how would you do that, milady?” His voice sports a gentleman-y, british accent as if he’d been just brought out of a shakespeare play.

You throw on a quick T-shirt before sprawling out on your bed. “Well, how about coming over tonight? I could make us some coffees.. Or I’ve got wine too.” He sucks in a breath, a saddened tone controls his voice.

“Sorry, can’t tonight. Dad’s got me working extra hours all over Seoul, I’m not even home yet.” You pout, toying with your little anxiety ring you’d gotten from a friend back home.

“Oh, okay then.” You’re quick to flip over, getting into a more comfortable position on your back. You stare up at the ceiling while talking with your only friend.

“So, how is work?” Before you get a response you hear a loud crash on the other end.

“Shit- I have to go, Y/n. Bye!”

“Oh oka-”

He ends the call.

You sigh, rolling back and forth on the surface of your bed. You’d still been on Chicago’s clock, so you were wide awake right now. Your eyes roll at the time blinking on your nightstand’s alarm clock.

12:39AM.

You needed to get to sleep. You KNEW you needed to get to sleep. But, your body had different plans. You decide to roll yourself out of bed, making your way to the little walk in closet right before the front door. You slide on your little fuzzy boots and a pair of sweatpants before walking out the door.

“Oh!” You turn around, seeing Jimin leaning outside of his front door to drop off the trash in the hallway. You run up, catching him before he has the chance to slip back into his dungeon.

“Hey-” You call, flashing him a warm smile.

He slams the door in your face.

Your frown reappears, sighing.

What was everyone’s problem with you?

You were about to continue on your journey for late night convenient store snacks, but something inside of you had irked to get a hi from him still. So, you knock on his door.

No answer.

“Come on, Jimin. I know you’re in there!” You call out, banging on his door now. After a few minutes and a rude comment from a neighbor telling you in a very passive way to ‘shut up’ he’d finally opened the door. You push right through, hands on your hips to signal off confidence.

“Y/n what do you-”

“Why didn’t you say hello back?” He shakes his head, not following.

“What do you mean-”

“I just said hi to you, and you slammed the door in my face!” He chuckles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I just woke up.” Somehow, you don’t believe that.

Your stupid self decides to rummage through his things.

“Oh really?” You walk yourself over to his desk and gaming chair, feeling the monitor’s heat. “Hmm, computer’s still warm.” You comment, accidentally bumping the mouse with your wrist. The screen lights up, as your face drains with color.

A bunch of women barely dressed on a leopard-print bed, hands rubbing and touching all over each other while some had fully been going down on one another.

You could hear a dark chuckle in Jimin’s voice. A body comes up behind yours, towering your frame from backing.

“Caught me.” He whispers,fingertips trailing up the skin of your arms. You flinch, backing away from his touches as he lets out a laugh. “What? Aw, I’m just having a little fun with you.” He flashes you a cheeky wink as you try and calm your beating heart.

“I– Sorry. I-I’ll just leave now-” He chuckles, opening the door wide. As you make your way through the exit, he leaves a few words to trail in your ears.

For the past few days you’d been bickering with Taehyung over where to go. Since you both were in moving saving mode, you decided to just cook up a nice dinner and watch a movie instead.

You’re almost done putting the final touches on the dessert pie until you heard the doorbell ring. Walking past, you reach down to fluff a few pillows on your couch before answering. You crack the door open, a wide smile plastered onto your face until you’d seen who was behind it.

“You..” He chuckles.

“Me.”

Franky you’d been avoiding Jimin for the past two days. Ever since your jet-lagged brain decided it was a good idea to march into his apartment and check out his browsing history, things had been pretty awkward between the two of you.

Well, just for you.

“I’ve got something.” He teases, holding his hands behind his back. You nod, keeping him outside of the door. “Uhm can it wait ‘til later? I’m kinda busy..” He pushes past your shoulders before you could even protest.

“Payback, wifey.” A smirk tugs the corner of his lips as he holds out the tiny box on front of you.

“Take a guess.”

You sigh, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

“That’s the whole point of taking a guess. You’re really bad at this game.” He chuckles, swinging the little box in his grasp.

“I don’t know, Jimin.” He groans, pouting. “You’re no fun.” He unboxes the object, holding it out to show you.

“I still don’t get what it is.” He shakes his head, obviously annoyed by your adituttde.

“Fine, then I guess you don’t need the router.” Your eyes widen.

“Wait!” You reach out to pause his actions, making him smirk. “Oh now you answer me.” He chuckles, setting the little device on your kitchen counter.

His eyes take a glance to the kitchen table, feasting upon the delicious, mouth-watering platters and bowls filled with some of his favorites.

“Ah, good! You remembered our deal.” Your eyes look at the food, then back to him to quickly shake your head.

“Uh no- actually-”

Ding.

Dong.

Jimin’s eyebrow quirks at the revealment of the guy behind your apartment door. Taehyung’s bright and boxy smile soon drops as his eyes land upon the strange man in your livingroom. The newly dyed locks tinted with colors of the sky had shifted from their styled position.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung comments, questioning the new man. Jimin’s lips tug more into a smirk at his confusion.

“Her cousin.” Jimin retorts, watching as you flash him a ‘what?!’ look. Taehyung’s eyebrows knit in confusion as Jimin’s quick to correct himself with a light chuckle.

“Distant.”

You let out a nervous chuckle at his words.

Shit.

The dinner table felt like a couffin. Suffocating and awkwardly tight. Hadn’t helped that your little circular table could barely fit two people, much less three.You had tried to kick him out, really you did. But he had been too stubborn, pulling up his own make shift seat of your lidded trash can to support on. The smug and tight grin on Jimin’s lips had made your jaw clench with annoyance. Taehyung’s quick to clear the thick air, along with his throat.

“So, Y/n. How do you feel about sea animals?” He smiles, trying to ignore the elephant in the room.

Your mouth falls open to answer, but the slick circles drawn against your thigh halts you.. You take a glance over, Jimin on the sidelines taking a large bite of his pork and rice, completely unfazed by the situation. The tense of his right arm doesn’t go unnoticed by you. His hand slipped up the space of your dress, caressing your knee before rising his touch higher.

Your eyes flash back to Taehyung’s who had a questioning look. You let out a loud chuckle, trying to shift your leg away from Jimin’s fingers as your answer.

“Love ‘em.” You flash him a quick smile. He returns the little expression, a relaxed ease sets upon him.

You? Not so much.

“Well what about getting a little wet?” Taehyung quirks, leaning a little closer to make his voice clear.

Jimin’s fork swirls around the surface of his plate, a bored expression plasters his features as he cuts in. “Easy.” You feel the tips of his fingers drag along the heat of your skin, resting on the outers of your underwear. His index finger presses slightly against your soaking panties, your lips fall to form a small O-shape. Thighs squeezing together at the sensation.

“I don’t think she minds getting wet.” Jimin comments, an unamused expression toys his features as he takes a sip of his soju. You nod, shifting slightly in your seat, which in turn had made Jimin’s touch fall further in the gap of your thighs. His fingertips tease your clothed heat, a silent moan rumbles from the deep of your chest.

“Perfect!” He turns his reach into his pocket, pulling out two pieces of thick paper. “The new aquarium in Incheon just opened. I was hoping you and I could maybe go tomorrow?” You nod, trying your best to stay silent. Jimin’s touch lingers on the outerparts of your heat, silently commanding you to beg him.

You weren’t.

Your grin follows the sweet tone in your voice you’d forced yourself to keep, even though everything in your body had been screaming to do quite the opposite.

“So Taehyung,” Jimin comments, sliding the fabrics of your underwear to the side, carding one finger through your slick folds teasingly. Taehyung’s head tilts, smiling friendly even though he’d been quite disappointed in Jimin’s unannounced presence.

“Yeah?” He questions. Jimin shifts, crossing one leg over the other to make himself appear smaller.

Though, his actions had been quite the opposite.

“How’d you two lovebirds meet?” He asks, quietly catching the way your chest tightens as his finger teases your entrance, coating the digit in your juices. A smirk presses his lips.

Taehyung chuckles, a shy glance directed to you. “Well, here actually.” Jimin faints a forced interested look, nodding at the stupid interaction.

“Yeah, my dad had hired me for his moving service for the summer before I go back to college so I could make some more money. I had helped her move in, then shot my shot.” You fight back a moan, letting out a sharp breath as he inserted the length of his finger past your velvet walls. Your hands reach out, one catching on Jimin’s forearm to steady yourself. Silently begging for him to stop so you could enjoy your date with Taehyung.

Jimin nods, almost making your loose it when his finger starts to pump in and out of you at a teasingly slow rate. His eyes narrowed, getting bored with Taehyung’s little story.

“Hah, how funny.”Though his words matched his features, his tone had not. A cold and hardly-entertained looks paces his face.

Taehyung mentally groans at Jimin’s pulsing bicep. He stands, pushing hismelf away from the table with force. You startle, eyebrows meeting in concern.

“Taehyung what’s-”

“You know, it’s kind of common courtesy not to let your neighbor finger fuck you while you’re on a date with another guy.” Jimin smirks at his words, releasing you in his grip, watching as you rise to meet Taehyung’s level.

“Y-You kne-”

"Of course I fucking knew, Y/n. I helped him install his gaming setup when he moved in.” Your head cranes to Jimin, seeing the cocky grin upon his features. Turning back, your eyes meet Taehyung’s. His burned with anger and fury.

“Taehyung I’m so sorry-” He chuckles, scoffing with a harsh tone.

“My thing isn’t that he was groping you on our date, Y/n. It’s the fact that you lied to me.” Your heart aches at his words. Your feet close the space between you and him, but he backs away.

“Don’t, Y/n. And you.” His eyes narrow to Jimin who’d shifted to your seat to lean back. Leg crossed over the other, while his shiny finger had been popped into the crease of his mouth. Taehyung’s hands fist at the sight.

“Dick move, Jimin.”

With that, Taehyung storms out. You tried following him down the hall, but he had been too fast for your7-inch heels to catch up with. You let out a silently breath, leaning up against your front door.

Your eyes land crack open to land upon Jimin’s laxed figure. He’d risen to lean up against the back of your couch, arms crossing his chest. He shakes his head, smirking.

“Not cool, Y/n.” Your fists clench at his cocky tone.

“Get out.” You command, swinging the door open to lead him. He shakes his head, making his way to the door, walking out.

“Over here!” You wave, signaling your location through this messy crowd. He makes a beeline to your table before sitting down quietly. A silence had drawn out for far too long. You take notice in the tanned, unusual overcoat he’d thrown over his white button up and navy blue suit pants. Black loafers to compliment his whole attire.

“Thanks for meeting with me..” You let out a deep breath, trying to break the awkward silence between the two of you. He nods, eyes glancing around the restaurant to look anywhere but your pleading self.

“You’ve got a probem with lying, Y/n.” He comments coldly. You could do nothing but nod, agreeing with his harsh but true words.

‘I know.. Taehyung I’m so sorry for lying to you.” You lean forwards, trying to catch his gaze. He’d done a pretty good job of ignoring you for the past few weeks. 27 missed calls and 14 text messages later, he’d finally caved in and agreed to meet you at the little cafe you’d originally planned to meet at for your first date.

His arms fold across his chest,, leaning back to entertain your guilt. “Go on.”

Your fingers clench around the mug, toying with the warmed handle from the hot joe inside. “I shouldn’t have lied to you about him being my cousin. It was stupid, anyways.” You let out a short chuckle, feeling the atmosphere soften just a bit.

“Indeed.” He still holds onto his firm and upset composure. You push the basket of break rolls to his side, a silent peace offering sits in front of him.

“I do like you, Taehyung. You’re really sweet, and kind and always so considerate of others-” He chuckles, scoffing at your generic sayings.

“Sounds more like a breakup rehearsal than an apology.” You nod, hitting your head at the stupid comments.

“What I’m getting at is; I never should’ve let Jimin do any of that. He was honestly just there to replace my wifi router, swear!” He leans forward, studying your features for any sign of a lie. When he finds none, he returns to his slouched posture taking a sip from his wine glass he’d ordered.

“Then why did you?” His question throws you off.

Why did you let him touch you like that? Get away with it…

Let it go so far.

Taehyung scoffs at your silence. His feet shift, eyebrows raised with sarcasm. His tone lowers, mumbling into the bottom of his wine glass. “Silence of the lamb.”

You sigh, banging your head gently onto the tale before raising up. He takes pity on yourself, deciding to ease you.

“Do you like him?” Your head shakes.

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Then tell me,” He leans closer, closing the large, table-sized gap between the two of you.

"Would you have let me do that then?” Your pussy clenches at the thought, Taehyung’s slender fingers thrusting themselves deep against your slick walls, hand cupped over your mouth to shut you up from the ears of others.

Your lips fall flat. Eyes looking at Taehyung, imaging him doing all of those things,

Yet, when you’re thinking of moaning his name, all you can hear is..

“Jimin.” He states coldly, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. If green was jealousy’s color, he’d been a fucking broccoli stalk.

You shake your head, flushing the stupid thoughts from your mind. Your hand reaches out, eyes shading darker to his narrowed ones. You lean closer, brushes of hot air roll past his cheek onto the shell of his ear.

“I want you.”

His dark chuckle stripes the atmosphere from the sexy and alluring scene you’d tried to play. He toys back, giving barely any attention to your neediness.

“Oh really?” You nod, hand reaching down to palm at the forming tent between his thighs. His lips roll out a soft grunt at the touch.

“How much.” He demands, warm hands coming to rub on the balls of your knees. Your lips brush the outer of his reddened ear, tongue poking the sensitive. You moan, sending the thin skin vibrating in waves.

“So badly.”

“Oh fuck-” You moan out, hands gripping onto the skin of his back for a false safety. Nails digging and scratching at the rededened the bare complexion. Your tongue grazes his lips, before he takes you in his reach to swallow yourself whole. Hands roaming each other like wild animals in some kind of feral heat. The headboard claps against the wall’s poor dimensions, securing the dents and markings that were sure to follow tomorrow’s awakening. His voice deepens with each passing, passionate second.

“Shit!” His lips fall to a large O-shape, uncontrollably snapping his hips into yours. His large frame towers over yours, leaning down to plant heavily sloppy kisses to the base of your neck.

“Mmm, gonna cum-” His raspy voice thickens, becoming easily weary of his nearing climax. You could feel the way his throbbing cock pulses in the depths of you, as yourself had been efforting the same pulse around his meaty cock.

“Oh God-” You head falls back, arms catching yourself onto his neck to make sure you remain unscathed. Your legs wrapped around his waist, sucking his girth into yourself to your limit. His large banded arms coil around your smaller frame, pulling your body flushed against his. A few gruff and loud moans here to there, shared between the two of you. Soon, you’d felt the rushing wave of pure ecstasy coarse through your frame. His sweaty form drops onto the length of you, heavy pants exile his chest from the intense session. You glance down, seeing the blonde and greasy locks blocking his features.

“Jimin!?”

Your body jolts itself awake, propping up like a doll with a metal pole as its spine. Your chest heaves with heaviness and anxiety as shock flushes your system from its previous ecstatic state. You find your hand slunk down into the space of your mini shorts, fingers pressed against your aching bud. Memories from the day’s events had coarse your mind like a taunting, awaiting jack-in-the-box.

He pushes your body away from his own, hands releasing the tight grip you’d formed around his hardened length. Your frame falls backwards, catching itself right before impact. He stands, a furious aura surrounds his whole once bright and soft figure.

“Good-bye, Y/n.”

You groan, rolling over to reach for the pillow, suffocating yourself with the plush object. You head spins with uncertainty. You felt like shit.

Your feet land on the floor, guiding you unconsciously to the self-indulgent kitchen you’d stocked. The darkness that floods your apartment had been good for keeping to yourself, not having to worry about anything else you had to get done, until you wake up for work in a few hours.

“Morning.” A sudden voice becks out from the silence. You’re quick to land your grip on a steak knife from the counter, waving it blindly in the abyss for protection. His chuckle makes your heaty drop into your stomach.

“Put that away before you hurt yourself, wifey.” You groan, tossing the sharp object into the sink, reaching out to find the light switch. His cocky smile makes your teeth grind with frustration.

“How the hell did you get into my apartment?” You scoff, watching as he points his index finger to the wide open door.

“You left it unlocked.” Your arms cross, a narrowing look paints your tired and gaunt features. His wide and torturous smile makes your stomach bubble.

“Enjoy your sleep?” He questions, reaching over to put the bowl of cereal he’d made himself into the left side of your sink.

“Did, until you came.” He chuckles, stalking your figure before he’s standing right infront of you. “Really? Cause it looked like you were wide awake before I even got here.” Scoffing, you push at his chest making him stumble back a bit to catch himself.

“Go home, Jimin.” You make your way to the fridge to place the milk back on the shelf. He follows, hoping up onto your counter like a kid.

“Don’t wanna.” You huff, slamming the cabinet.

“Go. Home.” You repeat, already tired of his shinannigains. He leans closer, meeting your gaze.

“I. Don’t. Want. To.”

“Wasn’t. A. Question.” You retort, making him smirk.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” Your eyes lull to the back of your head at his shameless attempt.

“And you’d be really cute with this knife shoved in your thick head.” He laughs, raising an eyebrow up in questioning.

“So you think I’m cute?”

You scoff, eyes rolling. “Not in the slightest.” He hums, tilting his head before following you into your room.

“But you said really, which means that I was just cute before. So therefore, you think I’m cute.” You plop down on your bed, body feeling extremely heavy from your sleep-deprived state.

“Not listening, I’m sleeping.” He chuckles, scooting his way over to your side of the bed to lay next to you. His arm rests under his head for support.

A few moments of silence flows by before he continues. “Didn’t know you were such a daredevil.” You sit up, giving him a stern look.

“I’m not.”

He chuckles, shrugging. “Really? Cause letting a stranger finger you while you’re on a date sure sounds like something a daredevil would do.” Your eyes roll, pushing his frame away with the soles of your feet.

“Get out of here, Jimin. Why did you even come in the first place?” He smirks, walking around to the side of your bed, kneeling in front of your pillow cover face that’d been hanging off your bed’s edge.

“Why, I heard my name of course.” Your eyebrow quirks at his words. “Oh yeah? Who called you.”

A devilish grin toys the corner of his lips. He lowers his voice to a deep tone, much like the one you’d heard earlier in your little escapade-like dream.

“You did.” You let out a sharp chuckle. “Me?” He nods, making the fits of laughters wash in waves even more. Once you’ve settled down, you can clear the air.

“Hate to break it to ya loverboy, but I was sleeping if you couldn’t already tell.”

He lowers himself to meet your level once more. Hands slid into the fronts of his jean pockets, blonde locks falling to the sides of his face to frame his features perfectly.

“I’m aware.”

Your eyes narrow, not following in his little innuendos. He reads your expression, and decided to elaborate some more.

“Well, these were more along the lines of ‘Jimin’.” He mocks a woman high-pitched moan, head thrown back to add a dramatically erotic effect.

“Yeah right, like I did anything like tha-”

“Oh Jimin! Oh fuck ah- Mmm, gonna cum!..” Your eyes widen like saucers at the little sounds. Eyes training upon the little cellphone held in his hands, showing you the recorded melody. His smirk never faulters from amusement of you.

“You were saying?”

Your body froze. That had for sure been your voice. Hell, it even showed a sliver of your bedroom for a second. You had been sprawled out on your bed, covers thrown off as your hand had been stuffed into the lining of your underwear. Thighs trembling to signal your nearing climax.

You. Were. Mortified.

“I- Well that- My dog-” The longer you’d tried to come up with an excuse, the stupider you sounded. He chuckles, tilting his head back while holding his stomach.

“Your dog?” His eyes well into little crescent shaped moons, irises disappearing from sight.

“The only bitch in heat my dear, is you.” You groan, reminding yourself later to go jump off Seoul’s largest bridge.

“I called out your name,” He starts, sitting on the edge of the bed to slide his phone back into his pocket. He chuckles, remembering your sleep-induced reaction.

“But you just got louder.” You grab the nearest pillow and start suffocating yourself. He laughs, prying the beautiful death away from your grasp.

“Hey, you saw my porn collection.” He teases, poking at your side to try and get you to laugh this off like friends would.

“Yeah, but it’s not me!” His body stiffens at the words. Lowering his tone, he mumbles.

“It might.”

You sigh, wanting the earth to swallow you whole. You take the pillow from his grip, digging your face into the soft plush once more. “Just let me die.” He smiles, tugging the pillow from you once more.

“Nah, I’m not into that necrophilia shit.” You huff, pulling your knees up to hide your face in. He leans closer, brushing a few strands of hair from your vision.

“Guess this means we’re even now, huh?” You chuckle along with him, cheeks still burning with embarrassment.

“Was quite a unique sight.” He sighs, taking the pillow to tuck it under his clasped arms. Leaning back, he supports his weight against your headboard while continuing.

“Never seen a girl masturbate to me.” You scoff, not believing that for a damn second. “Yeah right.” His torso twists to face you, giggling.

“It’s true.”

“No girlfriend?”

He shakes his head. “They just wanted sex. Nothing else.” You shift, not really knowing what to respond to that.

“They also thought I was weird..” Your head cranes, tilting to listen better. “Why?”

His hands fidget between the thick of his thighs, shrugging. “I liked taking photos.” You smile, laughing.

“Everybody does. Photography’s a very popular hobby nowadays-”

“Of them.”

“Well yeah, you like to remember the fun times you had with loved ones-”

“Naked.”

Yeah, you had no counter for that one.

He chuckles, a tint of red flushes his cheeks. “See? You think it’s weird too.” Your head hesitantly shakes, denying it.

“No- It’s just- I wasn’t expecting it.” He sighs, leaning his head back against your headboard. “I just think that women’s bodies are exquisite.” You chuckle, nudging his arm.

“Large word for a small guy.” His eyes flash towards yours, suddenly not so bright eyed and puppy-like.

“Think I’m small?”

You nod. “You’re not that big of a guy. Taehyung’s much larger-” He’s quiet to flip you on your stomach, sitting atop your lower back while holding your arm behind yourself.

“Can still do this, though.” He smirks.

“Yah! Get off me!” He chuckles, leaning down to brush the pads of his lips to your skin, ghosting your heated body.

“No.”

“Yaaaah Jimin, my baaack!” You groan, muffling your noises into the pillow below you. A smile creeps his lips, before he’s rising off from you. You groan, sitting up to speak.

“Yah, that really hurt du- Jimin?” As quick as he’d left, he’s right back at the end of your bed, This time, sporting an old polaroid in his right hand. Your eyebrows raise in confusion.

“What’s that for?” He smirks, edging himself closer to you on the bed. His proximity makes you fall back onto the bed as he towers your frame, camera still firmly held in his hands.

“Mind being my model?” You laugh, hands pressing at his chest as he leans back to sit atop your lap.

“For?”

His eyes glance up, taking a peak from filling his camera with film. His blonde locks fall loosely infront of his vision, making the scene so much more intense.

“Me.”

“Well of course you, idiot.” He smiles, wiping the camera lens with the thin of his black T-shirt, lifting the material up to give you a little peak of his softly defined abs.

“I don’t need you jacking off to them.” He quirks, taking a glance to look back up to you. “You jacked off to me.” Your mouth falls to answer, but then shuts. He smirks, taking your silence as a win.

“Just lift your top a bit.” He teases, holding the camera up to his face, peaking out the little lens. You laugh, bucking your hips up to try and nudge him off of your small frame.

“Oh come on, Y/n. I feel violated.” He pouts, lip-quivering in a fake pained expression.

“What? How so.” He whines, shifting on your lap like a little kid.

“You violated my privacy. Barged into my apartment, and went through my laptop. Sexual harassment at it’s finest.” You scoff, eyes rolling at his stupid reasoning.

“Your laptop was already on. And I’ve never sexually harassed you. If anything, that shit you pulled at the dinner table was sexual harassment.” He smiles, using his free finger to tilt your head to the side, getting a better angle.

“Part your lips.”

“Jimin I’m not doing this.”

“Open your mouth or I’m gonna tie you to this bed and slip a vibrator into your panties. And take pictures of that instead.” Your eyes widen at his choice of words, suddenly feeling the room heat from his proximate figure sat atop you.

He smirks, moving a few strands from your vision, while positioning your hair a bit to get a nice shot. Your mouth had opened slightly from shock, which he took as a chance to snap a little picture.

“Got it.” He smiles, hiding the little sheet of film under the nearest pillow.

“I’m pretty sure this is sexual harassment.”

He chuckles, reloading for another shot. “Not harassment if you’re enjoying it.”

“Now who made up that rule?” A devilish smile crack his straightened lips.

“I did.”

He reaches down, flashing you to the little polaroid picture from a few seconds ago.

“Wow..” You gawk, admiring the beautiful position he’d moved you to. Pieces of your messy hair falls into your forehead, framing your face perfectly. The lack of light plus his flash had made this simple photo look like a work of art.

“Natural beauty.” He picks up the camera once more, pulling the picture away to get another shot.

“Okay you’ve had your fu-”

“I think you’d look better tied up.” He giggles, scooting off of your body to sit on the side. He stands, walking to your closet to rummage through your things.

“Hey, I didn’t give you-”

“Perfect!” He holds out a silky tie that you’d forgotten to give back to your ex. The silky red material dangles loosely in his grip as he makes his way over to set himself next to your laid out figure.

“Hands?”

Your arms reach out, giving full access to whatever he wanted of you. The motion makes him smile, patting your head.

“Good girl.”

“Jimin it’s almost morning-” His eyes glance towards you, previously focused on binding your hands together. “So?”

“So- I need you to let me up.” He chuckles, motioning down to your figure.

“I’m not holding you down.”

He’s right. You’d been giving him permission to do all of this. You were the one who didn’t want it to secretly end.

He reaches up, loosely tying your hands above your head to bind them to your grid headboard. He picks up his camera from off the side once more, holding it up to his face to angle it down your way.

“Smile for me.” You shake your head, not being in the mood.

“Smile.”

He reaches down, tickling at your side torturously. Your head throws back, mouth popping wide open at the giddy sensation. One flash of his camera later, he throws the little old device to the side.

“You’ve got an adorable smile.” He coos, hovering over your locked in figure. A rosy tint paints your cheeks.

“Thanks..”

His lips lower, bushing the soft skin of your forehead before dragging the back down a bit, mumbling something sweet.

“Mine.”

The smell of freshly baked bread waffs through your apartment. Your counters had been filled with sweet and gooey treats. Your whole upperhalf had been dusted heavily with flour and egg whites. Though it had taken almost 5 hours, you’d finally baked all of the necessary goodies you needed.

You walk yourself through all of the desserts, making sure you hadn’t missed a single thing. “Pudding, cherry pie, hotteoks, creme brulee..” You sigh in satisfaction, admiring all of your hard work.

You glance down, seeing your messy and caked in self. A chuckle exiles past your lips. Making your way to the bathroom, you’d just taken off your sweater before hearing the doorbell sound off.

Walking over, you try fixing your hair best as you could before opening the door.

“Welcome.” You swing the door wide, allowing the man to enter.

“Thank you.” He takes in a deep breath, sighing at the delectable aroma. You take his coat, hanging it on the rack before leading him to the dining table.

“Smells amazing.” You smile, silently patting yourself on the back for his commentary.

“This way. I- Didn’t know what you preferred, so I just made all of them..?” He chuckles, making his way through your living room to sit upon the balcony’s patio. You’re quick to bring the treats out, only taking two round trips before settling yourself in the seat across from him. His dark button up, and white, creamish dress pants had made him look even more elegant than ever.

“So, how's the progress going?” He questions, as you sigh in relief.

‘It’s going great. The product’s development is really coming along. I could even move the release date up a month.” He smiles, watching as your delicate hands cut a few slices of the pie for the two of you. His large hand comes to cover yours, stopping your motions gently.

“Y/n.. You didn’t have to make all of this. I would’ve been fine with cough drops for all I care.” You giggle, shaking your head.

“You’ve been a huge stepping stone in getting my stuff out there… I owe you.” He smiles, his face coming to close the distance between the two of you. His breath mixes with your own, a different kind of feeling settles over the scene.

His voice lowers, but a bare whisper. “Y/n..”

A brightly lit flash of light separates the two of you quickly. “Annnddd, got it. See Y/n? Told you you’re photogenic.” Jimin’s face scrunches at the picture. “Mmm, you bro? Not so much.”

“Jimin!” You gripe, standing to push him out of your apartment.

“What? Just trying to capture nature’s beauties.” He leans to the side, sending your co-worker a narrowed glance. “And.. uglies.”

“Jimin, I’m in the middle of something!” Your voice lowered so he couldn’t hear. A deep chuckle exiles his chest. A hand places itself upon your shoulder, making Jimin’s fist clench in silent anger. The man’s hand extends outwards, offering Jimin a passive shake.

“I’m Namjoon.” Jimin smirks, taking his hand in a firm shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You sigh, rubbing your temples from frustration.

“Jimin could you please just leave? I’ve got to discuss some things with Namjoon.” Jimin huffs silently, quirking his eyebrows.

“Nah, Think I’ll stay.” He plops onto your couch, crossing one leg over the other in a relaxed position. You were about to protest but a beep cuts you off.

“Ah, sorry Y/n. It’s Eleana, I’ve gotta get going.” He’s quick to make his way to the door, grabbing his trench coat from the rack. He throws it over his figure.

“Wait- Who’s Eleana?” You call out, making your way over to his spot. He fixes the collar of his button up, tightening his tie.

“She’s with High Lines. She’s our rep, but the bidders aren’t biting so she’s calling me in to sweet talk ‘em.” He calls out, making his way quickly down the hallway before turning around.

“Thanks for the pie!”

You wave, smiling brightly as he leaves. Once he’s completely out of sight, you slam the door, huffing from frustration.

“Jeez, Y/n. So desperate.” He teases, taking a bite from the apple displayed in the bowl set on your counter. You turn around, ears -would be- steaming from anger.

“I am NOT desperate!” He leans back from your volume, covering his ears to shield them from your anger.

“I was trying to have a nice dinner with a coworker-”

“Who you wanna fuck.”

“And eat some pie with him-”

“Who you wanna fuck.”

“And then a stupid photography student had to barge in and ruin my damn day!”

He smirks, dragging out his words. “Who you want to fuck.”

Your fists clench at your sides, face reddening from fury. You reach over for the throw pillow, putting its name to good use. He’s quick to dodge, laughing at your sad attempt.

“And what’s with you, huh!? One minute you’re completely avoiding me and the next you’re trying to take nude photos of me?!” He goes silent, slowly reaching forwards to take a bite of one of the hotteok you'd made.

“Been deciding.” He comments, licking his thumb clean of the chocolate.

“On what.” You gripe, going to clean up the kitchen in anger. He hops off the counter, placing himself behind, gently slowly moving your movements to a halt before he has his hands on each side of your hips. His front gently presses against your back, his warm breath coming to creep up behind your ear like a little kid on halloween.

“On you.”

You turn to turn around to face him, but his hands steady your hips preventing you. Your head lulls back, originally trying to talk to him but he’d taken the opportunity to press wet kisses to the side of your neck. Your lips part, a soft moan escapes into the thin air. His hands follow the lines of your body, reaching forwards to cup your breasts.

“You smell like cookies.” He whispers, making you laugh.

“Gee, I wonder why?” He chuckles, twisting your body around to press flush against his. You two had been in the most intimate embrace of a lifetime. Your arms coiled around his neck, his hands settled back to steady your hips. His forehead nudges closer, pressing against your to tease your lips with his breath.

Your voice softens, “That tickles..” He smiles, back the two of you into the counter. “Mmm, ticklish?” He wraps his arms around your thighs, lifting you up in one swoop to set you down on the counter. He plants himself between your widened legs, hands resting on the small of your waist.

“Have you no memory of last night?” His head tilts, faking a confused expression. “Mmmm, remind me.” You laugh, going to unwrap your arms from his but he’s swift to scoop you up bridal style.

“Or, shall I remind you.”

Your pushed back into the soft plush of your bedsheets. The cream colored fabrics jumping in alignment with your bounce when pressure is applied. His body stalks yours, leaning over you like a falling Jenga tower.

"Jimin are we-" His finger comes to press against your lips, quieting your rambling mouth.

"Tell me right now that you don't want to fuck me. If you don't, then shut the fuck up kindly, wifey."

Your arms fall to your sides. You were going to protest, push him off of you and kick him out of your apartment never to be seen again but-

You did want him to stay.

Your head nods softly, earning him a small grin. His hands snake up your body, lips pressing against you neck in a slowed and hushed manor. Fingertips graze the hem of your cropped tee. His chest releases a lowered grunt, slipping the thin fabric over your head before throwing it somewhere across the room.

His fingers trail along the lace of your brassiere. A smile paints his lower face at the sight. "Pretty." Suddenly, his expression switches. From loving and soft, to demanding and hard.

"Were you planning on fucking that Nam-shoe guy?" You chuckle at his insult, hands cupping both sides of his cheeks.

"Honestly? A little." His hands grip onto the lace fabric, ripping the expensive-looking material from your warmed body.

You let out a short yelp, hands flying to cover yourself. He groans, pulling your hands away.

"Don't you fucking even try, baby." He smirks, leaning his head down to your level. His soft breaths roll across the skin of your cheek, landing on your ears. "Wearing these tight ass jeans, and a shirt that wouldn't even fit a fucking baby doll? You're just asking for it."

You nod, flashing him some cute pleading eyes. "I am asking." He lets out a dark chuckle, hands coming to pinch lightly at your exposed nipples. Your head lulls back, groaning at the sudden touch.

"I don't need asking. I want you begging."

Hands gripping the bottom of your thighs, he pulls your your body down until the hardened outline of his jeans had been pressed firmly against your aching core.

his arms lock into place, trapping you in his grip.

"What do you say?"

Your throat feels dry. However, your panties had become more than soaked through. You shouldn't do this. You really shouldn't. You'd already fucked up with Taehyung, and now with Namjoon? This man has caused you nothing but trouble.

Yet, you still couldn't help the words that seemingly fall from your lips so easily.

"Please."

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PART TWO WILL BE RELEASED ASAP.

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Into The Wilderness, @gukyi (angst, fluff, comed,f2l, camp counsellor au, unrequited love)

The Iron Ring, @sailoryooons (fantasy au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers)

Long Term Couples, @taetaespeaches (series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au)

Placebo, @bangtanlicious (smut, soulmate!au, love triangle, s2e2l, hurt/comfort, fate versus destiny, dystopian backdrop)

Crystal Snow, @minniepetals (figure skating!au, fantasy!au, king jimin, supernatural power)

Schrödinger’s cat, @dovechim (guardian angel jimin, comfort)

Destined With You, @borathae (Forbidden Love!AU, Fantasy!AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers!AU, Romance, Smut)

Backtrack, @mapofthesea (smut, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, fem!reader, producer!au, feat. Yoongi)

Rock Bottom, @jkbabiey (Idol!Jimin, angst, fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU)

Nectar, @gimmethatagustd (roommates to lovers, supernatural au, smut, angst, fluff)

Desperate, @ressjeon (smut. That's all I'll say. Heavy fricking smut)

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You're Mine. - Park Jimin

Just a little jealousy...

♡pairing: jealousy!jimin x fem!reader ♡rating: explicit!mature 18+ ♡genre: SMUT ♡wc: 1.3k

You and Jimin out with friends. Spending time with each other, laughing and enjoying the many conversations. He can't seem to keep his hands to himself. Always groping at your thighs, his hands going to where you need them the most.

"Jimin.. Please.." You whisper low enough for him to hear. A chuckle leaves his lips. You know he heard you, the grip on your thigh told you that. But he continued on his conversation with his friends. Ignoring the neediness in your voice.

You couldn't help but spread your legs, begging him silently to touch you. To ease the ache between your legs. You leaned back in your seat, a deep breath emitting from your lips as you squeezed your thighs together.

"So, how has it been?" You looked up, plastering a smile on your face.

"It's been g-good." Jimin tightened his grip on your thigh.

"We should hang out some time, together alone you know." You hummed, a tight smile on your face. You glanced over at Jimin. His face was stern, his eyes never leaving the boy in front of you. You placed your hand on his thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He let out a deep breath, straightening his posture.

You felt his hand move up your thigh, your skirt bunching up around his waist. You let out a shaky sigh. His fingers grazed over your exposed pussy, a smirk playing on his face.

"You're mine."

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piedinthepiper · 18 days

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Disease ˖ ⊹

Doctor!Jimin x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve had a sore throat for months now, good thing Doctor Jimin has a cure.

Warnings: dark content, dubcon ish, corruption, smut, mention of bullying, yandere?

Wc: 2.3 k

A/n: wrote a little something based on this request! Reader is innocent in the beginning, but throughout you will discover that she’s not innocent at all, but not in a sexual way… This is a great concept, but this is just so unserious. But I had to! It was right in front of me and I had to!

Another A/n: This is also written based on my firm belief that all doctors were pretentious nerds in high school. Because no one gets grades like that from actually having a life.

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

Another disclaimer: I’m not a doctor, everything is off Google! Some technical terms might me wrong, don’t sue me! Also it’s a really stupid story, it’s pure fiction! If any doctor or medical personnel ever does this to you it’s not ok! Ok?

“Y/n y/l/n.”

Your name was heard throughout the waiting room. You smiled at the woman in scrubs, getting up from your seat to follow her. You clutched your bag to your side. Anxiously walking down the hallway.

“Dr. Park will be with you in a minute.”

She smiled as she stopped, holding the door open for you. You walked into the empty doctor’s office. She closed the door behind you, leaving you alone. You sat down in the chair, placing your purse carefully in your lap. You let out a deep breath. Being in a doctor’s office was just scary. You knew it was safe and all that. It was just something about giving a random person information about yourself that made you nervous. The sterile room that so many people had received bad news in. You were dreading the thought of you also receiving such news in that room. The possibility of not knowing if you’re terminally ill or if you just have a flu. Well, that was why you were there in the first place. The door opened, and your face turned in its direction.

“Good morning, ms. y/l/n, right?”

A sweet calming voice erupted from the man. You nodded and stood up to shake his hand. He sat down opposite of you, starting to click and type on his computer. You nervously looked down at your hands, waiting for him to talk again.

“I see you’ve had a sore throat for quite some time now. Is that the reason you’re here today?”

You looked back up at him again. He was leaning forwards on the desk on his elbows. His hands neatly put together.

“Yes, it’s like I’ve had a cold for months now. It just won’t go away.”

He nodded and typed something on his computer.

“Have you noticed any swelling in your lymph nodes?”

He asked still focused on the computer screen. You thought for a second.

“I don’t know, I haven’t checked.”

He nodded at your answer.

“Any peculiar or ugly coughs? Like slime coughs or even blood?”

“There was this one time where there were a little blood.”

He looked back at you, clearly concerned about what you told him.

“How much?”

You shook your head.

“Very little, it was more the taste of blood. Nothing visible.”

He went back to typing.

“And it was only once.”

You added, trying to make the whole situation sound a little better. It wasn’t even that bad, it was probably just because you had been coughing so much that day, your throat was so sore that a little cut appeared. But it was the reason you decided to go to the doctor in the first place.

“Ok, are you ok with me examining you a little?”

He asked calmly, his full attention back to you. You sighed but nodded. He got up from his chair and pointed to the bed looking thing with a long sheet of paper on it. You got up as well and followed him, jumping slightly to get up on it. You wiped your clammy hands on your jeans, trying your best to calm down. He put on white latex gloves and came over to you, positioning himself between your legs. You straightened your back a little.

“Look up for me.”

You did as asked and looked up at the ceiling. His gloved hands immediately went to your neck. Slightly pushing on the sides of it.

“Does this hurt?”

He asked and you nodded slightly.

“Your lymph nodes are quite swollen actually. It’s weird that you haven’t noticed.”

He said as he quickly moved to your stomach. Your back quickly straightened even more at the sudden contact.

“Just relax for me, I don’t bite.”

He jokingly said. You let out a small laugh and tried your best to relax. He put pressure on your waist.

“Does this hurt?”

He asked and looked you directly in your eyes while his hands roamed your waist. You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He stopped.

“Do you mind taking your sweater off?”

He asked calmly, looking down at where his hands were seconds ago. You panicked for a second, not knowing what to answer.

“Your sweater is quite thick, it’s purely so I can examine you correctly, ms. y/l/n.”

You nodded and started taking off your sweater.

“Of course.”

You mumbled as you pulled it over your head, leaving you in just a black bra. Goosebumps littered your skin at the sudden contact with the cold air. For a second you saw him looking at you, mouth slightly open. It made you uncomfortable, the look was not a professional one.

“Amazing.”

He said and licked his lip slightly before finding your waist again. You tried your best not to freak out at how close he was now. You felt so much more vulnerable now that you were half naked.

“Does it hurt now?”

He asked and did the same motion he did earlier. You shook your head again.

“Can you turn to the side for me?”

He almost whispered. You turned to the side, placing one leg at the floor for stability. You felt his hands slide up your back, pushing at some spots and asking if they hurt. You suddenly felt the cold touch of a stethoscope on your back.

“Breathe slowly in for me.”

You took a deep breath.

“Keep going, keep going for me, y/n.”

You breathed out once those words escaped his mouth. He didn’t say it like a doctor would. There was something behind it you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Try again.”

He uttered and you did. You managed to hold your breath.

“Good girl.”

He said as you breathed out again, making you cough.

“That cough doesn’t sound very good.”

He said as he stepped back into your view. You positioned yourself fully back on the bed.

“I’ll examine your mouth now, ok? Tell me if anything feels too uncomfortable.”

You nodded.

“Open up.”

You did as he commanded. He put two of his gloved fingers flat on your tongue.

“Wider, please.”

You opened your mouth as far as you could. He pointed a flashlight down your throat. Tears started forming in your eyes as his fingers almost choked you.

“Looks like you got some tonsils down there.”

His fingers slowly slid out of your mouth and you closed it and swallowed whatever spit had occurred during the examination. He started removing his gloves, throwing them in the nearest bin. He came back to you and placed himself close to you again. So close that it would be awkward to reach for your sweater that had fell to the floor.

“They’re not big enough to remove just yet. They might shrink if you do the right things.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to get a little bit of modesty.

“What do you recommend?”

You asked him.

“Take cough syrup and cough drops, drink as much warm beverages as possible.”

You sighed.

“But I’ve been doing that for months now, and it hasn’t helped as far as I’m concerned.”

You said and looked down, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with him that close. He hummed in understanding, stepping slightly away. You took the chance to reach for your sweater again. But his arm stopped you. You sat back up, looking at him confused.

“There is another solution. It’s a bit- well. Unorthodox.”

“What?”

You asked, willing to do whatever he told you. You didn’t want to walk around with a constant sore throat for the rest of your life.

“Do you have a partner?”

He asked. You shook your head, still confused about where he was going with this.

“That’s a shame. You see, recent research has found out that fresh and warm semen can do wonders for a sore throat.”

You swallowed feeling the saliva sting your sore throat. You knew what he was aiming at, you weren’t dumb. Or at least you didn’t think so.

“Really?”

You asked, not convinced that he was actually asking you to blow him.

“Yeah, I’m a doctor, you can trust me.”

You nodded and stepped off the bed, hearing the thin sheet of paper slightly rip. You looked him in the eyes as you sunk down to the floor. Letting your hands drag down his body.

“Woah ok. Didn’t know you were that desperate.”

His hand went to your face as you positioned yourself on you knees.

“I’m just doing this to get better, alright?”

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll help you.”

He was quick to answer, almost eager. You started working on his belt, trying to get it done as quick as possible. Maybe you were dumb, maybe he tricked you to give him a blow job. The thought definitely crossed your mind. But like he said, he was a doctor, he knew this better than you. And after months of trying everything to cure your throat, you were willing to try just one more thing.

You pulled his half hard dick out, giving it a few pumps. It was a good size, even at its half hard stage. You were about to put your lips to it, but his hand reaches your forehead.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?”

He asked with a sly grin. You looked confused at him. He clicked his tongue, hissing slightly.

“Well, I don’t offer this to every patient that comes in with a sore throat. Maybe a thank you, a little begging for my help would work?”

You mentally cursed yourself, but you were too far in to back out now. You let one of your bra straps fall down your shoulder as you looked up at him with doe like eyes. Your hand started jerking him slowly.

“Please, Dr. Park. Please let me suck your cock. You’re the only one that can help my sore throat.”

His eyes changed from slyness to horniness at your words.

“Good girl, you deserve a cure for that throat.”

You kissed his tip.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Park.”

You said before your mouth covered his tip. You started sucking on it watching his face twist in pleasure.

“That’s it.”

He whispered as you swallowed his cock. His head turned to the ceiling, as a moan escaped his lips. You started bobbing your head up and down, not wasting any time and keeping a steady rhythm. His hands reached your hair, grabbing a fistful. He didn’t force you to go deeper, he just held your hair as some sort of stability for himself.

“I always knew you were a little slut. Sucking me dry in my office with other patients waiting outside.”

He started talking dirty once the initial pleasure wave was over. Swearing in between his words.

“I’ve waited for this for so long. Fuck- Ever since I first saw you I’ve wondered what those lips looked like around my cock.”

You choked at his sudden comment, his hand in your hair stopping you from removing yourself of said cock. You started going faster instead, wanting this to stop so you didn’t have to listen to his creepy speech.

“You remember me from high school right?”

You now realised you were very very dumb, as your mind raced through your memories from high school. Park Jimin, the nerdy weirdo in science class. You would always catch him stare at you, but you couldn’t remember ever speaking to him. Well, except for when you and your friends would call him names and break his glasses. He pushed his hips forward, making you choke again.

“Of course you don’t. You were too popular. But- shit. Look at me now.”

You looked up at him with teary eyes. His hand went from your hair to your cheek, and caressed it carefully.

“I made a shit load of money to have you sucking my dick today. Shit- I have the most gorgeous girl from high school blowing me right now. Finally.”

He started moving his hips, you knew he was close.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

He moaned as you felt the warmth of his seed fill your mouth. You waited for it all, not wanting to have any of it actually hit your skin. You swallowed, before you got up again. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, giving him a deadly look.

“I remember you, you little freak. You were disgusting back then and you still are to this day.”

You erupted adjusting your bra strap back over your shoulder.

“There you are, that’s the y/n I remember. Always something mean to say.”

He said as he tucked himself back, that sly look creeping back onto his face.

“Who’s the bully now, y/n?”

You snarled at him and turned around to get your sweater from the floor. You were ready to leave and change doctors immediately. But before you could get up again you felt his body crash into yours, pushing you up against that bed thing. He bent you over it, whispering in your ear.

“You were always the meanest. And I loved it. I loved you so much. I practically worshipped you.”

His groin was pushed up against your butt. You felt his bulge growing by the second as he took a deep sniff of your hair.

“Please, let me go. I’m sorry, I’m sorry ok?!”

You practically screamed, now afraid of the boy you never thought would be able to overpower you. But that was in high school. He was a man now.

“I will let you go, y/n. I’m not like you.”

But before he did as promised he got a good grip of your tits. Letting out a satisfied moan.

“Even better than I thought they would feel.”

He whispered before stepping away from you slowly. You immediately got away from him, quickly throwing the sweater back on your body.

“Remember that I had the power today, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards the door. You stopped, and didn’t speak before your hand was placed firmly on the handle.

“Whatever you fucking weirdo.”

You said and opened the door, not looking back. You regretted being this fucking dumb. Falling for his trick, thinking that he had good intentions. The worst part was that it didn’t even get any better.

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badbtssmut · 28 days

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Request 2:

Ceo!Jimin x Ceo!reader where they're rivals who secretly fuck

-🩷

You and Jimin couldn’t stand each other.

He snatched a high paying client right from underneath you whereas you snatched an office building he had his eyes on to expand his business.

It was like the two of you always got into each other’s way on purpose, playing some cat and mouse game. The tension between the two of you and your demanding jobs got so bad… that it surprisingly brought you closer.

Too close.

Jimin held you tightly in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as his hips snapped upward. You felt him go deeper and deeper with each thrust, your own body meeting his with the same desperation.

Jimin’s hands groped onto your chest, squeezing and kneading them as his tongue danced with yours. His thumb pressed against your left nipple as he captured your right nipple between his two fingers. You cried out into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers, your hands sliding up his neck until you were pulling at his hair.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy only served to encourage you both to go faster, harder, deeper. You pulled back, gasping for air.

His eyes were filled with lust and the intensity of his gaze made your heart pound faster.

He was… kinda hot, you had to admit it.

Why else would you be fucking him like this?

The two of you had been at it for a while, moving positions, having him in between your legs this time, his tip stroking up and down your folds as he teased your entrance.

“You don’t hate me as much as you claim.”

“Shut up, Park. Just fuck me already. I don’t need your commentary on how I feel about you right now, it doesn’t matter. You want my pussy, and I want your cock, that's all that matters, right?" You snapped back, at which he chuckled.

"So cute when you're mad."

Before you could fire back another retort, his hips thrusted forward and he pushed his entire length inside of you.

"Ah!” You whined.

He began to thrust his hips at a fast pace, his tip continuously hitting that sensitive spot deep inside of you. Your hands reached for the sheets, gripping onto it as he started to drill into you, your body bouncing up and down on the bed with each of his hard thrusts.

“Fuck!” You shook your head left to right, squeezing your eyes tight.

“Mhm,” Jimin hummed, gripping onto your waist as he fucked into you mercilessly, his cock filling you to the brim each time.

You gasped and whined, arching your back as you felt him stretch you, the pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. Your walls clamped around him, and the feeling made him groan.

You opened your eyes slightly, glancing up at him through hooded lids.

He had his eyes closed, his brows knitted together, lips slightly parted, a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body.

He was… really hot.

And you were so close.

Your body trembled and shook, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach growing and spreading throughout every inch of your body. You knew that he was just as close, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more desperate.

Jimin’s grip tightened around your waist and he leaned forward, pushing your legs back and lifting your ass off the bed.

“Oh shit, shit…” His cock stroked your sweet spot with every thrust, and finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

You came hard, your pussy contracting around his length. He came with a deep groan, releasing inside of you. Jimin rode out both of your highs, his hips slowing down to a halt as the two of you caught your breaths.

He slipped out, and rolled onto the empty side of the bed.

You turned your head to look at him, and his eyes were already on you.

"Tomorrow same time?”

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justimagineok · 3 months

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coming soon...

Perfect Lie/Love

Paring: Jimin x you

Genre:Jimin x female!reader; married couple; dad Jimin; family drama; fluff, angst, drama

A/N: hey there! nice to see you again. This is something I've been thinking about for a while. I hope you like it. ;) let me know if you wanna be tagged and feel free to send an ask or drop a reply whenever you like

Summary: Married to the woman of his dreams and father of two beautiful children, Jimin carries a burden hidden beneath his smile. Behind his beautiful story as an idol and before his life with you, he hides a past filled with deceit, a past that threatens to unravel the fragile facade of his present. As he navigates the complexities of his marriage, Jimin struggles with the guilt of his past decisions. But all of that was what brought him to you, so how could it be wrong? You would definitely forgive him, right?

Meanwhile, you, his wife, unaware of the shadows that keep Jimin awake, remain dedicated and confident. However, cracks begin to appear in your seemingly perfect life. Perfect lie/love is a moving love story tested by the invincible attack of truth. Jimin must face the ghosts of his past before they consume everything he loves. If there's still time.

In time, you'll both understand: A certain truth can destroy your life instantly.

Is a life built on lies worth it? Is love?

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blueberryarchive · 3 months

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𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

୨ৎpairing: cowboy!jm x reader x preacher!jk

୨ৎword count: 5k

୨ৎgenre: smut, horror, angst

୨ৎtw: dead dove do not eat, mentions of death and gruesome details (human and animal), blood, mentions of arms and physical violence, cursing, smut (blood drinking and playing, period sex, rope play, degrading, dub-con, groping, penetration)

An Ewe and the Captive Bolt (a serie)

Today was his birthday, and for the first time in 28 years, the sky looked like a sheet full of spots. He felt ever since he saw Sirius and Canopus in the sky as two little white suns the night before, that this year was going to be different.

What Park didn't know was that what would be different was the pain he felt on the left side of his arm and his chest. The hot, thick blood soaked his shoulder and eye until it covered his eyelashes. The battered hat clutched in both dusty hands as he entered Carmen's diner, a child's shame on his tight lips.

The poor girl behind the counter dropped the key lime pie from her hands, creating even more noise in the place (which Jimin didn't appreciate being in such a state).

"Christ." She murmured, still static.

"Be a doll and bring me a glass of water, would ya'?" Jimin crawled to one of the seats, grunting as he felt his muscles burn.

The girl approached with a small towel and a terrified look.

"Never seen blood before?"

"No, sir." Her brown eyes were like two walnuts bouncing between Jimin's face and arms. She was adorable, her face round and her hair so curly that she reminded him of his sheep. If she hadn't been the sheriff's daughter, he said to himself every time he saw her.

"Are you hurt, sir? I can call my daddy and-"

"No need for that, sweetheart." He raised his hand. The last thing he needed was to have Montrell in his affairs. "It ain't my blood, it's my horse's"

Apparently, that seemed to affect the young woman more. Jimin was a little offended by her reaction.

"Why don't you bring me a piece of that delicious key lime pie you had in hand and two coffees."

There were more questions in her curved eyebrows, but she just nodded and walked away. Park took off his shirt, leaving a tank top underneath it, with the handkerchief that he kept in his jeans, he began to wet his hands and his face.

His fingers were still shaking from the adrenaline. The shrill sound of the car's tires driving away, the heated laughter cloistered behind the smoked windows, the last sharp sigh of his horse before Jimin ended his suffering. He had to find the bastards who ran over his horse. FH-6077, he read the plate in the distance before crossing the curve, and his brain couldn't stop humming the six digits like a prayer.

The sudden hand on his shoulder calmed the waters, the undoubtable smell of myrrh and tobacco from his companion.

"Happy birthday, buddy." His voice was gentle. If Jungkook ever went above a couple of those decibels, Jimin assumed he was going to die. Even seeing Park's bloody hat on the table and Park's bloodstained boots, he didn't flinch to ask.

Perhaps it was his ecclesiastical nature that gave him the confidence that at one time or another, others would fill the silence with their confessions. But Jimin could see in the father's noble eyes the desperation for an explanation.

"Sure." That was all he said. The girl approached the table with the pie and the coffee.

"Goodnight, Father John." She smiled widely.

"Night, Billie. How's your dad?"

"He really liked your mass today. I did too, I really liked the reading." Jimin noticed how the corners of Billie's lips twitched, contorting herself to try to look prettier for Father John. So obvious and adorable, but of course, Jeon would give nothing more than a shrug and the most predictable questions.

The difference is that Jungkook could fuck the sheriff's daughter. What father didn't want his daughter to be in the sacred hands of Father John?

Father Jeon (or John due to the Americanization of Jungkook's family) was tall, wide like a log, and robust like an unhorned bull. Attractive in every sense, but bland, shy until it hurts.

"'M glad, tell him I will visit Missus Davis next week."

"Do you have a smoke? I'm dying in here."

They both looked at Jimin who was just smiling with his mouth smeared with whipped cream.

"You can't smoke here, sir."

Jimin winked at her, grabbing the white stick that Jungkook handed him as he also sat down to end the unbearable flirting.

"I know, pumpkin. It'll be a quick one, I promise."

The girl didn't say anything else, and she walked away. Disappointment in her walnut eyes.

"I'll marry her in two months." Said Jungkook.

Jimin frowned. Jungkook curled his fingers, pointing for his friend to come closer and light the tip of the tobacco.

"Marry her? You can barely tolerate the poor girl."

"I love her." The father stated as he nodded slowly while he drank his coffee. "She's a good girl, I think she likes me, too."

"Are ya sure?" Jimin joked.

"Where's that bad hoss you've been riding since last month?"

Jimin's blood warmed again, the drags on his cigarette even longer.

"Fuckin' punks ran over 'im and broke his ribs. Had to do it." He pointed to the gun under his hat. The bloody clothes reminded him how clumsy he sure looked trying to pamper a horse that was already three steps away.

FH-6077.

"I'll find them tomorrow."

"I'll help you."

"What are you gonna do?"

They both looked at each other, the watery, electric current between them. Ideas undulated and braided between their cruel smiles.

"Haven't changed a bit, church boy." Smoke weaved into Jimin's blonde hair, his devilish smile vaporizing memories of his teenage pranks.

Jungkook drank the last of his coffee, his face falling back into the same bitter sadness that every father held as if he carried the weight of all the souls and sins of Rivermouth on his back. The silence was long afterward, the black night extended to the mountains, to the sky, to Park's own reflection in the glass. The round face with pronounced lips and rude, detailed eyes, sweet when they feel like it. The spitting image of his mother.

"I have some hippies coming to the ranch tomorrow."

Jungkook nodded, the pressure in the handle increasing, the clack of the cup being clenched by his teeth in a sip. Jimin knew he shouldn't have mentioned the hippies, but it was that ecclesiastical power. He knew that Jungkook hated the smell of pot, the long hair, and the colorful t-shirts, which reminded him of his father, previous father John.

God knows what Jungkook had to witness, the carbonic stench that emanated from that charred skeleton. The tongue pressed between two pieces of blackish board that used to be teeth. The fetid fat that ripped and curdled in the organs. There was not a day in which the poor man did not think about that before going to sleep and found himself face to face with the featureless face of his father, with the incinerated bowls pointed at the eyes of his son. Sitting in the chair under the cross that has sat on that wall since Jungkook's birth.

And Jungkook cried. He would close his eyes and every night, he would grab the skull and make it crunch under his thick hands. The body did not defend itself, it let its boy vent as if he were a sacred entity and knew that at the same time, the next day and every other day, he would appear again in that chair, and Jungkook would never be able to exhaust his anger against him.

"I have to go." It was the only thing he said leaving a ten dollar bill in the table. Park understood. "Go fetch a new hat from my house tomorrow, it's about time you threw that shit in the river."

"Hey."

Jungkook turned around. Jimin stopped smiling.

"Take it home in the morning, I'll make you breakfast before the rodeo."

Jeon looked at the floor with uneasy eyes.

"We'll see."

As he left the diner, the fresh wind conquered the father's soul. Nostalgia washed away his stony face and for the first time in years, he wanted to be a child again. Disappear with Jimin and sleep in the old hayfields of the abandoned Hillside.

He put on his black hat and started walking down the dark street, both hands in his pockets.

Today the smell of boiling fat was stronger than ever, the ghost of his father floated in the swirls of Rivermouth dust and, with it, the remains of the children who were later taken from that same cabin.

The white lace curtains let in the yellowish light of the first rays. The unmade bed, the smell of pine in the sheets.

In one corner of the bed, Park was dressing for the day, the muscles in his shoulder had swollen with the hours and makeshift cloths covered the open, bloody sores. Every so often, he hissed and swore under his breath.

The coffee began to gurgle in the kitchen as he finished putting on his boots, it was barely 6:30, but he already had the eggs frying and the beans hot in the pot. It seemed strange to him that his companion was not already sitting next to the window, Bible open and the first cigarette of the morning in his hand.

He turned off the stove just in time and poured himself a cup. Today he felt more domestic than ever, he had spent the night fixing every detail in the ranch, from the dust on his late mother's china to the rifles displayed in the hallway. To be frank, he spent the entire night cleaning every corner, maybe detailing every object in every room so that at the end of the weekend nothing would be missing, or the crash made him remember how little he's done in 28 damn years.

A porcelain jewelry box his mother had placed in one of the rooms was covered in a thin layer of gray dust; it was his mother's favorite piece. He hadn't opened it since the last time he stole a couple of pearls to buy his first rifle, the red stained his face with shame, and the only thing he could do as an apology was turn the house over with his own handkerchief and clean even the windows. He was surprised that the smell of lye and soap hadn't killed him.

Hearing one of his sheep bleating, he opened the window and decided to lower his chivalry a bit and smoke his first cigarette before Jungkook arrived. In the distance, he could see one of his ewes, fat and terribly woolly, walking slowly towards the barn. She was pregnant and Jimin knew that there were maybe 24 hours left, her skin was bulging, and her bleating was painful and whiny, she couldn't take it anymore.

The curtain caressed Jimin's face with the wind that was beginning to warm up, he took a drag of the cigarette and turned his body towards the kitchen. He felt a strange itch in his chest, the kind that bothers him when he senses a spirit floating near him. The greenish branches and the smell of sausages were mixed up with the subtle gallop of a skinny horse and the unexpected smell of myrrh.

He walked to the front door and opened it to find Jeon's promised hat. He sighed as he saw that not only was it one of his black deathly-looking hats, but he had also planted him at breakfast, sure to go see the grandmother of his very unexpected but predictable fiancée.

Long story short, Jimin had to eat four cowboys' breakfast and the whole pot of coffee, and the hat he would wear to the rodeo today didn't match his outfit at all. Dozing was the only thing he could do after loosening the buckle on his belt and putting the hat on his face.

The leather furniture was sinking under his body, the soft song of the river in the distance, and the birds pecking at his roof took him back to his childhood. Sleeping wherever he wanted without any purpose. He dreamed of the gallops of his first horse: Champ, a Tennesee Walking that had belonged to his grandfather, black as coal, glistening in the sun of his student days and running like a devil in a hurry. He dreamed that he was in public showing the animal to auction it.

"How do you encourage a horse to move forward, Sage?" A woman in the audience shouted.

"I don't know, kick his ass or something." Heavenly laughter coaxed him out of his lethargy.

His body sat on the furniture before he knew it, sweat covering his back, veins marked on the left side of his face. He ran with the unconscious weight of his body to the window, pushing the curtain aside with his finger until he saw the circular corral where his star horse, Arrow, was located, with a stranger on his back.

His fingers reached for the rifle lying on the rocking chair.

The blonde girl staggered on top of the animal while her thin fingers held his hair tightly. The horse's sleepy eyes moved from side to side, snorting as he searched for direction.

"Come on, horsie!" The girl snapped her teeth and laughed as the horse curved to one side. "Are you seeing, Hunter? It's moving."

Hunter was smiling foolishly, lying on the grass, his thin, wavy hair fluttering around his ears like a delicate flower. The dark glasses covered his wounded deer's eyes.

"You're such a cowgirl, my love." His voice was sarcastic.

And with a shot into the air, silence muted nature. He silenced the current, the clucking of the chickens that fluttered in the distance. Hunter, Sage, and Blondie turned to the cowboy who walked slowly across the grass towards them. A whistle from the stranger caused Arrow to raise his front paws until Blondie fell with a screech to the hard ground.

"Kitty!"

"Woah, cowboy." Jimin's silky voice approached, placing the buttplate of his rifle on his shoulder, aiming directly between Hunter's eyebrows. "Move slowly, ya wouldn't want to scare an alarmed man any further, now would ya?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Blondie or Kitty or whatever her name was, rolled her red eyes.

"What the hell are you doing on my ranch?"

"Let's go, Hunter. I'm not going to talk to cornman." Sage was the tallest of them all, her shorts squeezed her thighs until they were overflowing, and her hair was long like a beach princess.

"Watch your fucking language around me, missy." Gritted Jimin removing the safety on the rifle.

"Sage, for once do you want to shut the fuck up."

Hunter raised his hands, sweat beginning to gather on his wrinkled forehead. His eyes shone as he heard the heels slowly approaching behind Jimin.

"Love." He exhaled.

"Is this part of southern charm, Mr. Park?" Coquettish, the dying accent of someone who once lived in these parts, daring, too much for her own good. But still, he lowered the gun, spitting on the ground.

When he turned around it was as if a pink burst of glitter and vanilla had slapped him from the stupor of sleep. The glasses were square and large, they covered almost her entire face, that was the first thing Jimin saw.

"Ma'am, are these your friends?"

"We are your visitors, cornman." Jimin ignored the Californian's irritating nasal whine as the sweet girl in front of him approached little by little with a smile. He felt the itch again, the one that senses a spirit floating nearby, this spirit was the nebulous memory of your face.

"Could you speak again, ma'am?"

"Sorry?" You laughed, and it was like birds were chirping in your throat. "You're Ari's son, right? I really liked the jams your grandmother used to make."

And oh, it couldn't be more obvious. It couldn't be more evident, not even because God had exploded your name in the sky. It was the stunning makeup and hair wax, it was the sequined heels and Patsy Cline songs reverberating from the old speakers. It was your name in the newspaper almost every week.

It was your sailor costume, the jam falling from your humiliated face, it was Jimin's hand caressing the bulge in his jeans that same night on top of the hay, imagining how you ate the strawberry jam that his mother made.

Now you called yourself Love, the name was as obvious as you were. Of course, your hippie name is Love.

"Miss Peaches '57." His voice was soft and trembling. Your eyes opened in surprise.

"Gods, I didn't even remember that title." You put your hand on your mouth, dressed as a Hollywood girl but your loving manners were indelible.

"Excuse me, where are my manners? Jimin Park." He raised his hand for you to place in yours, light and trusting. A chaste kiss to the back of your hand without stopping to see your eyes behind the orange glasses.

"You can call me Love."

"A sight to sore eyes, Love."

"Always." You responded. Jimin swallowed hard, trying to hide that nostalgic smile, 'pure in every way. With that same smile, he invited the four to go through their rooms, the tension subsiding fluidly with each laugh that came from your blessed lips.

It was as if you said one thing and the sun came a little closer, deorbiting out to your echoes, warming the room and Jimin's cheeks.

"Can you help me look for my suitcases?" You touched the shoulder of the cowboy who agreed and guided you to the front door. Like the good boy his mother raised, he opened the door for you, and outside stood a Packard Caribbean: long, yellow, and sleek as a sunflower.

"Nice ride."

"Thank you, it's from Hunter's dad. He gave it to him for his birthday. Isn't it a beauty?"

"Beautiful." His nose scrunched watching your stomach bulge down your cute little top, hard nipples contouring the pink fabric. You still were just good enough to eat.

Examining the car little by little, a detail began to emerge in his memory. Among them, glowing in the heat of that morning were the six digits from the night before: FH-6077.

When it came to religion Jimin didn't have many opinions.

As a kid his mother went to church every Sunday and took him. He saw the statues of Jesus suffering with indifferent eyes, he made his first communion only because they promised to give him a sip of wine with the host, he listened to the stories of death and plagues as if they were cartoons.

God was a very complicated being, the more he thought about him, the heavier his body became.

To his surprise, God was nothing more than a sham, a wall between you and him. The host, that time Jungkook's father offered him, tasted like nothing and the wine went down his young throat tasteless.

"Body of Christ." You said, the music playing crisply on the record player Hunter had brought. The guitars repeated the same riff over and over, he hated it.

Jimin stuck his tongue out where you placed a small square of magazine paper no bigger than a fingernail. Jimin’s eyelashes fluttered, his knees throbbing as he knelt in front of you, your thumb brushing against his lips before sealing them.

"Amen," he sighed.

The host that you offered to his mortal body was as tasteless as the first, but only Jimin knew the euphoria that, like a hurricane's wind, announced the sweet path that awaited the cowboy.

Jimin was not a man who smoked more than five cigarettes a day, seven if it was a bad day. But your siren song in his ear convinced him to drown his morals in your dark waters, your hands took both sides of his tanned face and you threw him without warning to your sanctuary, towards the steepest rocks, to your glorious eyes. And damn, Park could drink the water from your pupils and die of poisoning.

"I missed you so much, I didn't know it until the moment I saw you." His lips said before thinking about it, narrow pupils lying on the grass next to you. You just laughed, it was the only thing you did and he just admired it.

At one point around noon, Jimin took the steering wheel of the Packard. Hunter, Sage, and Kitty were talking about a record, making strange sounds and asking the opinion of Jimin who was driving down the dusty road, making the engine roar so that you would scream next to him.

"Slow down!" You asked. He went faster, he didn't care.

The purring of the car made Jimin's body pulse, his mouth was dry, his arm no longer hurt, and his lips prayed the license plate of the car, over and over again.

I'm going to find it, he told himself. And when I find him I'm going to make them suffer, as the tips of the horse's bones pierced its dark fur, neighing over his own stupid words trying to calm the wounded animal.

Faster, find it.

Like oil, the green branches of summer became watery and greasy in his vision, and the dust was stalactites that bathed the car in yellow.

"Good luck, cowboy." Kitty approached Jimin, somehow he had made it to the rodeo. The horns announced his name on all four corners and people shouted his last name like the idol he was.

Sage and Kitty kissed his cheeks before he climbed on top of Arrow, the weight of his body creating echoes every time he moved.

There was no one in that audience who saw Jimin on his horse who was not surprised by the agility with which the rope rose above his head and created fluid circles to catch the rough calf that writhed with the knot in its thick neck.

Jungkook saw from a distance how the cowboy's smile was so bright, how he rejoiced at the applause and the roses that were thrown at him. His movements were vehement, fiery, and impulsive like a devil without fear of death.

The hat Jungkook had given him had a small, withered pink carnation on it. He stood up as quickly as he could at the end of the show, but before he could talk to him he only saw Arrow galloping thunderously in the distance, one girl was wearing the gifted hat, she grabbed Jimin's waist and with the other, she gave whiskey to the cowboy. The copper thread falls to his chest and settles on his strap.

"The sight of him today was incredible, I had never seen 'im like that." Billie smiled behind Jungkook, her cheeks red, eyes covered with a fine lust that she probably didn't even recognize.

The firmament rose high above his eyes, there was no star that Jimin didn't feel the overwhelming sound of fire burning in his ears. His body was sweating on the grass, and the smell of nicotine was strong after smoking two cigarettes to settle his reverberating body. The high had passed and his body was a used towel.

He doesn't remember much of what happened, but the remnants of the hallucinogen's burn made him understand that he had the damn time of his life. A laugh left his lips, embarrassed by how easy it was to convince him to do that stupid thing. What Jungkook told him was true: you haven't changed at all, cowboy.

"How's my favorite rodeo king?" The angel landed above his head, you were wearing his hat and a flowered dress.

"Roughened up, I guess." Just like after a good fuck.

"Don't get hooked or you'll end up like Hunter." You combed your hair as you walked around him. "He can't last a day without it or else he starts hitting Kitty."

"Why don't you report it?" Jimin stood following your steps. After looking around him for a few seconds, he realized that he was in the rodeo arena, darkness bathed the stadium. The blue moon showed your silhouette walking over the horseshoe tracks.

"Because Kitty doesn't want to, they are going to get married in a few months. He promised to stop doing drugs when they did. It wouldn't be good for a kid."

There was a lightness in the promises the Californians made to others, they nodded seriously, but you could see the consequences in their evasive gaze.

Jimin nodded.

"Are you always so quiet?"

He nodded again, and they both laughed.

"'M better when I'm not ten feet deep in an LSD hangover, I can assure that."

"Yes, but..." Your silhouette approached his body, and you carried the energy of ten bulls on you. Your immortal look, you haven't changed anything. "I asked if you're always this quiet."

Jimin inhaled as he understood your question.

"When I'm in the stadium I'm more vocal." He again evaded the answer you were looking for so much. His chest beat boldly like the time he saw you covered in strawberries and sugar.

"You were a star this afternoon, your eyes were shining."

"Always."

You raised your eyebrow and scoffed. "Sure thing, sir."

Blood surged to Park's neck, his eyelids drooping, his pride tainting his flirtation. Enough of the games.

"Run." He murmured, saliva pooling in his throat.

You frowned with your typical smile.

"What?"

"I asked you to run." His body suddenly lunged and you became alarmed, raising your hands. "As fast and as far from this stadium as you can."

His pupils didn't move, his soft smile was confident. Your skin grew cold with each step, at first slow and suspicious, the darkness of the large arena was intimidating because it felt like you were not moving forward.

You heard how an object created hollow, sharp sounds in the air. It was his lasso.

"No." You muttered, running even faster.

And swoosh, you fell to the ground. The rope squeezed your neck, leaving your body in mid-air, your tongue came out and your eyes bulged from the sudden lack of air; the hat fell away from you. Your body was no longer yours, your stupid fingers tried to loosen the knot, but it was too late.

The boots approached, collecting the rope that was left over around his arm. The silhouette became part of your blurred vision.

"Stand up."

"I. Can't." Your lips emulated as you writhed like a worm in the dust.

"Lemme' help ya'." Jimin snatched the rope for you to stand up, your knees moved up to him where his fingers loosened the knot a little. "Breathe, little girl. We don't want an accident."

Saliva came out of your mouth in streams and fell to the floor. Jimin grabbed your chin and wiped it.

"Don't make a mess now."

"I'm sorry, sir." And now you sounded as helpless and stupid as Hunter did this morning. It was adorable.

You were afraid to look up, your eyes trained on the hat a few meters away from both of you.

"Tell me, pumpkin. How can two ugly sons of bitches like your parents have such a beautiful girl?" He laughed, dragging the rope to where his hat was, you walked behind him with careless steps. With a couple of blows, he blew the dust off his hat and looked at you again, searching for an answer you didn't even know how to articulate or if you should.

His hand wrapped the rope around his fingers until he had you as close as possible, the smell of tobacco hammered your temples, and your eyelids wrinkled to try to wake up.

Great was the surprise when you felt a pair of dry lips resting on yours, his tongue daringly passed over your lips so that you would open, his moans softening your fear.

His saliva was bitter and lovely, his tongue running flat across the outside of your mouth until it reached your chin and the tip of your nose.

"Let's see, open your mouth, sugar. Don't be shy."

You obeyed as the knot tightened around your neck, moaning as his lips sucked on the tip of your tongue and bit your bottom lip.

"God have mercy." He sighed, squeezing your chin with his hand. "How can you taste so damn sweet."

You moaned as you felt his teeth nibble gently at your neck, his fingers piling the fabric of your dress around his fingers.

“Mm,” you squealed, walking away even when it didn’t suit you. "Can't."

"It's a good thing I didn't ask." Jimin brought you closer, caressing your neck again.

"I'm on my days." Shame sealing your thoughts, in your eyes the hope that just the thought of seeing the blood would disgust him.

Jimin raised his eyebrows and slowly kissed you again, this time with the softness of an apology.

"A cowboy doesn't mind a little dirt." He murmured, touching the soaked towel that covered your underwear, two fingers pushed aside and the burning of your pussy collided with his cold fingers drawing a moan from your hurt throat.

"A good cowboy loves to get dirty." He smiled, removing the two soaked fingers from the red viscosity to put it in his mouth with a frown on his eyebrows. "Mm." He grunted, swallowing slowly.

You were speechless, stupefied. Who was this demon?

"Have you ever ridden a bull before?" His blood-tainted lips said, the idea shocking your senses.

You denied it, and God knows that was the stupidest answer you could give.

The animal began to make a mechanical noise beneath both of them, the leather surface pressed your thighs against the mechanical bull that began to move slowly.

Jimin's bestial eyes did not take off from you, the last of the bottle of whiskey went down his throat in long gulps and pushed the glass into the distance causing a roar.

Your legs were above his defined thighs, the bleeding wound between your legs dirtying his jeans but the cowboy didn't seem to mind. The dress already forgotten outside the stadium playing area.

"We'll go slowly because it's your first time on top." His consideration was so minimal, considering the situation. But you were a woman whose details annihilated your logic.

To the front and sides and then a gentle turn, this is how the animal began. Jimin moved his center with the animal, the bulge in his pants rubbing against your pussy.

One of his hands approached the dripping hole and with four fingers collected the blood until it painted his hand.

“Ah,” he requested, sticking his tongue out and you followed suit. His fingers got smeared on his tongue and cheeks until they reached his neck. With his tongue he passed over his lips, like wine he drank you, like sweet he possessed you and rejoiced.

His tongue entered your space again, the strange and bitter taste of your own blood while with his fingers he removed the zipper of his jeans until he showed that he was not wearing underwear underneath him, his tall and throbbing cock moved under his fist.

"Climb on, doll. You're wet enough for me." He laughed taking your body to sit on top of him. You hugged him as tight as you could as the mechanical animal began to move faster.

"We're going to fall." You whimpered. "Hurts".

"Shh, shh. Let me medicate you, it'll stop hurtin' when I dick you properly." One spank and his fingers squeezed the skin of your ass tightly. "You just have to move with me."

To the front, to the sides, two turns. You just had to keep your legs elevated a little, Jimin's cock sliding smoothly in and out with each movement.

"Now you're getting it. Fuck." Jimin hissed, squeezing your waist with his forearm. "You're quite the cowgirl, Love."

You moaned, pressing your forehead to his. His eyes absorbed every curve, from your breasts to your red-painted thighs. You were an angel, a myth that devours men. Your songs of pleasure echoing on the aluzinc walls.

The animal began to attack, abrupt and deeper.

"Does it hurt?" You asked between moans, watching the fabrics covering Jimin's arm begin to dye again. Jimin denied, cuntdrunk.

You removed the knot of cloth from the wound on Jimin's arm, running your thin fingers over the bleeding muscle. Park hissed, and the walls of your pussy tightened.

More, you wanted more.

Your lips sucked on the sores until you felt the metallic taste in your throat, Jimin pressed your body against yours. One turn, two forwards, three up. Your poor body trembled with the desire for the game to end but your pussy still wanted your walls to expand until Jimin's cock was molded inside you forever.

"If I knew you were such a slut." Park grabbed your hair to pull you away from his arm.

"If I knew cowboys fucked so well." The bloody smile of both of you was devilishly erotic.

The bull stopped suddenly, you looked at the man standing on the other side of you, rifle in hand, hot tears burning his cheeks.

"Jungkook? Jeon!" It was the last thing you heard before you fell face first onto the inflated floor, blood flowing warm and your eyelids falling softly.

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SUPERIORITY - PJM

top employee park jimin, snagged the promotion you were after. now he finally had the power to put you in your place.

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 2.9k

warnings/tags — office!au, coworkers!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, cussing (so much), reader got an attitude, power play-ish, semi-public, superiority kink, sexual tension, explicit smut, oral (m receiving), praise, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), penetrative sex, crying, breeding kink (a small one), creampie +more

a/n: repost with minor edits 😶

It was currently promotion season at the company you worked at. Only one role was up for grabs, and there were ten employees fighting for it.

Honestly, you weren’t too worried about losing. Most of the employees were nothing compared to you. You probably sound self-absorbed, but really, you were the only employee that was actually competent.

That was until, Mr Park Jimin, decided to run for the role.

You were both always at each other’s throats. For petty reasons, of course. It didn’t help that he was just as competent as you; always finishing his reports on time, carrying out tasks with utmost efficiency.

He was just like you.

So were you surprised when your boss decided to hand over the promotion to him?

Yes.

In fact, you were livid.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Jimin taunts you, shrugging his shoulders and turning away from you to revel in his success. You were beyond pissed, and his words were not helping you right now.

You storm into your boss’ office, silencing out the distant cheers of Jimin and his fellow co-workers congratulating him out in the hallway.

“I have been nothing but loyal to this God forsaken company. We both know you wouldn’t get shit done without me, so for you to go and promote a man with bullshit goals and an ass for a personality, says a lot.”

You were always a compliant person, but you were not a bitch. If you needed to say something, even if it was out of line, you’d say it.

Having defied your boss on so many occasions, he was used to your sudden outbursts and shrugged it off. “It’s a matter of who I think is best for the role. And I’ve decided that it’s Mr Park. I suggest you come to terms with that.”

You mentally curse and let out a huff, falling onto the seat opposite him. “Sir, you know this promotion meant everything..” you start, your voice now softer than what it was before. There was a hint of sympathy in the older man’s eyes, because really, you did do a lot for the company. You made huge renovations and carried out tons of projects to modernise the company and they were always successful.

But Park Jimin came around and outshone you,

“Whatever, is the all-employee vacation still going on?” The company vacation to Bali was the only thing keeping you from losing your sanity.

“About that..”

No..

“Our partners didn’t book you a ticket.”

No way this is happening right now.

“What?”

Your boss hesitates to explain himself, but one look at you, and he knew he had no choice.

“They claim to have forgotten to book your ticket. By the time they realised, it was too late, all the tickets were fully booked,” the older man was bracing himself for another outburst from you, but you forced yourself to stay put. “But you’ll be reimbursed for the whole trip.”

You scoff and pull yourself up from the seat, “Oh please, as if that’s supposed to make things better.” You say nothing more and turn on your heel to leave, slamming the door shut behind you and pacing towards your own office, disregarding the crowd surrounding Jimin.

Yeah, Jimin noticed the scowl on your face. It was the highlight of his day, and he just had the urge to rub a little more salt on your wound, so he quickly dismissed himself from his co-workers, following you into your office, and before you could shut the door on him, he put his arm through, sandwiching his arm between the door and the door frame.

You didn’t even realise Jimin was following you, so when you looked back, your irritation heightened.

“Why are you following me, Park? I’m sure you’ve got better things to do,” you mumble, walking over to sit behind your desk, trying to ignore the God-awful attractive man at your door.

“It’s rude not to congratulate your fellow co-workers when they get promoted. No wonder you didn’t get the role..” he mutters the last part under his breath, but your ears caught on quick, standing up from your seat and scrunching up a scrap piece of paper, throwing it at his annoyingly beautiful face, to which he caught with his speedy reflexes.

“You know what? Fuck you and your promotion! I’m sick and tired of your shit. All you do is sit on your ass like you own the fucking place,” you keep going, calling him out for tons of irrelevant things since you couldn’t exactly comment on his work. He was good at that.

“Get out of my office and have fun on your stupid vacation with the whores you call women.”

“Oh, you mean the vacation you didn’t get invited to?”

That was the first thing Jimin had said after your constant rambling. He seriously had nothing else to comment on?

“Didn’t get invited to? I got invited, they just forgot to book my ticket..”

Jimin let out a sarcastic laugh, finally welcoming himself into your office and making himself comfortable on the seat opposite you. “Yeah, ‘forgot.’ You got kicked off the list because.. well, let’s be real, you’re not exactly the easiest to be around.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Because you’re so uptight.”

You’ve heard the term be thrown around at you in the workplace, but you didn’t think too much of it. You took it as more of a positive characteristic rather than an insult.

“Well, someone needs to be there to keep you guys in check—”

“—you see, that’s where you’re wrong.” The baritone of his voice had dropped profusely, and the moment he stood up to approach you, an alarmed look was painted across your face.

“I don’t know who gave you the right to disrespect not only your co-workers, but also our boss. I don’t know why he even lets you talk to him like that. He should’ve fired you by now.”

Jimin’s form was unprecedentedly close to you, and you needed to make a move now before he trapped you in your seat.

Pulling yourself up off your chair, you’re now standing chest-to-chest with the man, your head tilted up towards his face, seeming as if you weren’t scared of him. “Fuck off, Jimin. The last thing I need is you all up in my face and sticking your nose into shit that doesn’t concern you. I keep this team on its feet, I doubt you..” you pause, using your index finger to poke harshly at his built chest, “..Could do a better job.”

You barely did anything to provoke him, but now he was getting mad. His eyes glanced down at his chest, watching your finger poke him repeatedly until he grabbed ahold of your wrist. “With the promotion in my hands, you’re basically under my management, so I suggest cutting down on the back talk. That shit doesn’t fly with me.”

The anger you were exuding could be felt surrounding the both of you, it felt almost suffocating, but you were too blind-sighted to say anything about it.

“Or what, Jimin? I don’t care about your position in this business, I will never take orders from you. Now get the fuck out of my office,” your tone was harsh as you pushed him away from you, causing him to bump into your desk.

Jimin bit harshly on his bottom lip, trying to keep control of his anger, but your attitude was pissing him off more than it ever had before.

And seeing you so mad left the blood in his body rushing to his dick.

You’re about to turn away from him, but his quick movements deemed that to be impossible, now having you in his hold, arm wrapped securely around your waist and switching positions with you. Your lower back was pressed up against the edge of your desk, the hard surface searing into you and making you wince.

Before you could retaliate or question what he was doing, Jimin had cupped your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“If you even think for once, you’ll be getting away with throwing your little attitude around, you’re wrong.”

Your body tensed in his hold, suddenly hyper-aware of what was happening right now, but you didn’t do anything to stop him. The pool of heat between your legs grew profusely as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut, but Jimin was perceptive.

He pulled you off the desk to stand in front of him before taking a step back and analysing you.

“Such a pretty face, gorgeous body. Too bad it’s paired with that foul mouth,” he scolds you, approaching your now timid form and reaching his hands out to unbutton your white blouse slowly. “Don’t deny it; you’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?”

Of course you have. Any normal person would think about fucking their hot co-worker, now matter how they felt towards them.

“Fuck you..” Your breath hitches in your throat, feeling the cold air brush over your exposed chest. Your tits were sitting clad and pretty beneath your black bra, looking oh-so-enticing.

Jimin seemed unconvinced and merely shrugged, tracing his finger down between the lining of your cleavage with an astounding smirk. “Bet I could fuck the uptightness out of you, huh?”

Your silence spoke volumes.

“Before you start running your mouth again..” he starts, taking a couple steps back until he falls onto your seat. “..let’s put that foul mouth of yours to good use.”

His hands drop down to his belt, skilfully undoing the loops and pulling his black slacks down. He spread his legs apart to make room for you to sit in between them, and when he noticed that you were still standing in the same spot, he scowled. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, Miss L/N.”

Jimin’s tone was condescending, and you had to resist the urge to curse him out then and there, however your legs were moving on their own, approaching his Godly form and standing between his legs.

Your compliance was something Jimin adored. You were a handful, but you always followed instructions from higher ups because you got off on workplace validation.

You immediately fall to your knees, your fingers hooking between the waistband of his boxers and pulling the article down to free the growing hard-on he was sporting. Your hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean forward to lick a long stripe up to his tip, meeting his tantalising gaze.

“Hm, your pretty lips will have to try harder than that.”

“Fucking unfeasible,” you mutter under your breath, your mouth instinctively falling open and letting the tip of his cock fall flat against your salivating tongue as you readjusted your position, pulling yourself closer between his legs.

One quick glance up at Jimin, and you wasted no time closing her lips around his leaking tip and sinking your mouth further down around his cock, clearly struggling to take him whole, but you did what you could.

"See that's much better. You're trying so hard to suck me off, but it's too much isn't it?" Jimin brags with a shit-eating grin.

You were drawing out soft moans from him whilst his hand rested at the back of your head, almost guiding you. "Fuck, just like that baby. Keep doing that for me."

Even though he was messing with you, his praise was going a long way, urging you to give him everything and more. You pulled away from him with a frown on your face, leaving his cock standing tall and hard before leaning in again and using your tongue to land small kitten licks over his throbbing tip.

Your hands were gripping tightly at his thighs, nails digging into his skin as your lips parted once again, sinking down on him deeper than before. Your breath hitched as soon as you felt him hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, but you didn’t pull away.

"Holy shit—" Jimin's voice cracks in a moan, "Should have had you doing this sooner, you sound so perfect with my cock down your throat. Who would have known that smart-ass mouth would be so good at taking cock."

He keeps talking, praising you between moans at the feeling, hands brushing your hair out of your face so he could watch you work between his legs.

His cock was throbbing incessantly as you continued to suck him off, a stringy mess of precum and saliva dripping down the side of your lip. The messy sight of you between his legs prompted him to fuck into your mouth, pushing his cock down the tight space of your throat and he almost came.

“Shit— shit—!” Jimin quickly pulled his hips away from you, leaving your mouth empty, and you gasping and spluttering on the floor.

“What the hell?!” you exclaim, looking up at the man who’s hips seemed to be stuttering in the chair. You bring your hands up to the side of your lip, wiping off any excess saliva.

Jimin had no time to speak. He was going through what felt like the 5 stages of grief, postponing his own orgasm. Delaying his climax only frustrated him, but he did what he had to do; grabbing your arm and pulling you up onto your feet, shoving you against the glass desk.

“As much as I wanna cum down your throat, I’d rather help myself and finish inside of you..” he says, rolling your skirt above your hips and pushing your panties to the side, wallowing in the sight of your drenched cunt.

“Shameless whore.”

You felt yourself clench at his degrading words, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you spread your legs apart, trying to make room for him to stand between them.

“You think just cause you have a higher position than me, you can fuck me whenever you please?” you scoff, but even then, you’re still edging yourself towards the edge of the desk, wanting him to fill you up.

“I don’t see you stopping me.”

Jimin wrapped his hands around his length, pumping himself in his fist a couple times as he eyed the slick running between your folds. All he could think about was how desperate he was to stuff you full of his cock, make you cry on him and leave you dripping for days.

And he was gonna make that happen.

Taking a couple steps forward, he ran his tip between your folds, relishing how easily you coated his cock with your arousal, and that helped him to plunge into you with ease.

At first glance, you were evidently in pain, shock even. A mixture of both, but as soon as he started to move, all that seemed to disappear. Pleasure was washing over your body, your bones going weak each time Jimin thrusted into you, his pace rough and relentless.

“Too much, Jimin—!” your moans come out breathless, throat going dry from how long you’d kept your mouth open the moment he left it empty.

“This isn’t too much. Little Miss Y/N will take what she’s given,” he grits, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder and the slight change of mission made a pretty big difference.

You swore you could feel him all up in your guts, your walls greedily clenching around him, making him groan.

Jimin chuckled, “Gonna flood your cunt with my load.. dumb you out to the point where my cock is all you can think about,” he goes on, his deceitful words making your pussy flutter brazenly around him. “Fuck, I felt that,” he quips, his dashing smile on show as his grip around your legs tightened, hips aggressively snapping against your used cunt.

“Gonna fuck this pussy so good.. maybe if I fuck my kids into you, you’ll have no choice but to listen to me,” Jimin seethes, feeling his cock throb inside of you each time you cried out his name.

“God, you’re such an asshole!” you cry out, letting out a sliver of a moan which completely went against your words.

The man smirks, lightly slapping you across your cheek and grabbing ahold of your jaw, “Let’s hope our kids get your good looks rather than your foul mouth.”

He releases you from his grip, letting your head fall back against the desk as he continued to mercilessly fuck not you. Your body was growing weak with each passing second and your mind was running laps wondering what the hell you were doing, letting him have his way with you.

Deep down, you’d been wanting this ever since he arrived.

“Come on, Y/N, cum all over my cock like you were made for it,” he taunts you, again and again, his pace becoming sloppy indicating he was close.

Your mind was becoming fuzzy and all of a sudden your senses had heightened, your orgasm catching you by surprise and completely dragging you away from reality.

It felt like ecstasy; your eyes fluttering shut as you mindlessly creamed his cock, Jimin following right after and spilling his load into the warmth of your cunt with a low groan.

He relished in the fucked out sight of you, your hard, powerful demeanour, now the complete opposite. It made him feel proud in a sense, having finally been able to break you down with just his cock.

You were the same as his ‘whores’.

You’d have to get used to the inferiority from now on.

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