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ressjeon · 2 years

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boo..yah! | pjm (m.)

pairing : fratboy!jimin x fem!reader

summary : you’ve been hoping that Taehyung will get the message when you keep on ignoring him for months now but what if his very inviting best friend offers something that will for sure relay your answer?

rating : 18+

genre : college!au, friends to lovers? (not really), pwp-ish?, smut, halloween party!au

word count : 7.2k

warnings : crude language, explicit sexual content, alcohol consumption, voyeurism, exhibitionism (on the balcony yolo), fingering, spanking, hair pulling, pussy and breasts fondling, protected sex (cuz it’s a must), edging, consensual drunk sex (they’re only buzzed), Jimin is a demon so don’t be fooled, also some It spoilers ig 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n: we’re finally back after 3 months so pls excuse my writing lmao 😭. it’s very late but this is for the Jimin's Sunset Spooktober event hosted by my lovelies @opaljm, @chateautae & @jamaisjoons. thank you @knjsnoona & @balenciaguks for this sexy banner 🤤 and to @taegularities for letting me write this ilysm <3

― prequel to “Hot Boy Summer” by riddie 🫶🏼

You roll your eyes as you enter the frat house after hearing that participating in the frat's Halloween games is a requirement for free booze. If you didn't want to be pissed drunk tonight you would've left this party at once.

But one of the frat's higher-ups, Kim Seokjin insisted on it since he organized the events for the night. Each person who enters the house must pick an activity to do, whether it's playing with ouija boards, actually going to a haunted house near the cemetery for hide and seek, watching a scary movie, etc.

And since you're a fucking pussy you pick the movie marathon since it’s the safest one. It's cold outside and you don't wanna trudge with your white pumps in the woods even if you’re wearing black thigh socks, plus you’ll get the first choice on which booze you wanna start drinking while watching.

Sitting down on one of the side couches in front of the flat screen tv, you wonder how much money this frat has to have expensive belongings. Well, they do a lot of charity events but you know it's because its members are mostly rich boys so you're not surprised at all.

A newly initiated frat boy who's in charge of this activity started the movie for the night, It. Though you usually don't like horror movies, you've been hearing great things about this one from everyone around you that’s why you actually want to give it a try. You’re not going to be alone while watching it anyways so why not.

There's only a few of you who stayed inside the frat house to watch so you don’t expect to see who situated himself on the opposite couch in front of you,

Kim Taehyung.

The frat's resident fuckboy that you've been avoiding for months. You look away when your eyes meet, turning to the TV to focus on the movie instead. You can feel him staring at you from your peripheral view but you get distracted after getting a whiff of someone with a faint floral scent, the look of surprise etches on your face to see the person who plops beside you,

Park Jimin, the fuckboy's best friend or soulmate as Taehyung calls him affectionately.

He looks damn good with his white shirt and oversized dark blue mohair cardigan, paired with tight black jeans that accentuate his thick thighs. Jimin runs his hand through his ash blonde hair as he smiles at you while one of your brows raises at his attire.

"why aren't you dressed?"

"i am?"

"i mean a costume"

"i don't need one angel"

Angel

He looks like one tonight in comparison to his demonic best friend but you've heard the rumours, of course, he's a fuckboy too like the rest of his friends so you ignore the effect of his pet name on you.

Some girl in a sexy nurse costume catches your eye when she sits beside Taehyung, breaking his focus on you to talk to her. This shouldn't bother you at all but it somehow did cause he could've sat beside you earlier but he didn't. You have no idea why he's even here since exploring the haunted house is more of his go-to activity.

"why with a skirt y/n? you could've been like those bunny girls"

Jimin teases while gesturing at a group of girls with bunny suits posing for pictures at the corner and you snicker, dismissing his attempt to divert your attention. You ignore him so he wordlessly reclines on the side behind you after, gradually laying his whole body on the couch, a silent message to everyone else that the couch is now fully occupied by the both of you.

The movie's almost halfway done and you're perplexed at not noticing that you are genuinely interested in watching it. Maybe because you can't focus because Taehyung is being touchy in front of you with a girl and his gorgeous best friend is behind you, so maybe.

“your hair’s tickling my nose”

You scoff at Jimin's whining though it's quite cute for him to complain about your hair. Every time Pennywise comes out, your body moves back in instinct so you bring the rest of your hair in front of you, realizing only then that you just gave Jimin the chance to seduce you now that you can feel his breath against your skin.

He blows a breath and chuckles when he sees your back squirming as you try to straighten your back, moving your body forward until you lean back again when another jump scare scene comes on. You can feel the pendant of his necklace grazing the exposed skin of your upper back when he sits up, his left hand holds your waist to stop your whole body from hitting his face.

An embarrassed giggle comes out from you as you try to sit back forwards but Jimin’s hold on you just tightens, your attention now fully on him than the movie. He’s closer with how you can feel more of his breath, and something inside you wants to lean back further to test it out.

He doesn’t do anything after you lean back a bit and you can sense that he is about to remove his hand from your waist so you spread your legs a little, your right thigh now touching Jimin’s right hand. If that isn’t your signal for him to do something then―

Your eyes widen when his hand that’s holding your waist drops down to grip your exposed thigh just above your thigh socks, shuddering a bit when he starts running his knuckles against your skin, letting you feel the three rings that are adorning his fingers.

Jimin chuckles again behind you after noticing you taking deep breaths as he continues in his ministrations, your eyes closing while your legs are unconsciously spreading wider. Then his hand moves closer and closer to your inner thighs only to retract it and shift his body to grab a bottle of Green Apple Smirnoff from the table.

You snap your eyes open, directly meeting Taehyung’s eyes in front of you before his eyes look down on your legs while running his tongue on his bottom lip. He’s always been an observant one so this made you grab the large cushion and place it between your legs, obscuring his view. He immediately looks up to meet your eyes, no shame in them as you expected.

“that scared of the movie y/n?”

Taehyung teases you with a cocky smile after he recovers, making you scoff and look away when his lips quirk even more before turning his attention to the girl beside him although you can clearly tell that he's not paying attention to her.

Jimin returns to his position behind you but he doesn't lie back down and instead he puts his now cold hand back on your thigh, thanks to the iced cup of vodka that he was just holding. You squirm immediately at the cold touch, trying to close your legs but his grip tightens instead, the cold metal of his rings digging into your skin.

You don’t want to be obvious to everyone else how Jimin’s affecting you so you sit up and grab a cup of booze, hoping to calm down. But Jimin suddenly blows out a breath on your nape before leaving a peck on it, wrapping his other arm on your waist to pull you closer to him, his arms under your breasts pushing them up.

“Jimin! i almost spilled my drink, stop distracting me” you hiss to cover your embarrassment and pinches his arm that’s holding your waist in retaliation but the motherfucker just chuckles and places his chin on your right shoulder.

"am i angel? sorry" he coyly responds before nuzzling the side of your neck below your bow tie collar, his left hand finally creeping into your inner thighs, cold tips of his fingers nudging the lining of the crotch area of your bunny suit but not pushing it aside.

You wait for a bit to see if he will eventually but he still doesn’t. Your body jerks when two of his digits start tracing along your slit through the thin fabric of your costume. Jimin continues stroking your folds, starting from the base until he goes up to press the pads of his fingers on your clit. He starts rubbing on it in circles, while his right hand caresses your arms.

“fuck you Jimin” you curse at him quietly, though your voice came out shaky as you try to calm your breathing.

“that’s what you want right?” he whispers beside your ear, his breath fanning on your skin and you can't help but tilt your head sideways at the sensation, your eyes glancing on the TV, bringing back your senses a bit that you’re currently on a frat’s Halloween movie marathon.

Jimin presses his digits more and you only hum as an answer, doing your best to not moan out loud when he dips one digit through the fabric slightly, causing you to jerk and almost drop the cushion that you're holding.

“want my fingers?” he continues and starts kissing your shoulder, emphasizing his question now by flicking your swollen bud.

You don't wanna beg but you also know he won't do anything unless you do. He's the biggest tease you've ever met just like his best friend. fuck this.

“fine, please” you plead breathlessly, your eyes refusing the pull to look back at someone's stare in front of you. You feel Jimin's smile against your skin at your begging and for a second you forget that there are people around you because of his non-stop ministrations.

You know Taehyung’s been observing you and Jimin this whole time so you’ve been trying to maintain a neutral face as much as you can. Though it’s becoming very hard when Jimin finally pushes the lining of your bunny suit to the side, your embarrassingly wet folds welcoming the cold touch of his fingers.

“so..wet..damn you’re not even wearing anything under”

He comments in surprise and goes back to tracing your bare pussy lips, his touches even more intense now that you can feel his fingers directly. You wonder if he wants you to beg again for him to do what you want. Then your eyes turn to Taehyung just as Jimin plunges two of his digits inside your pussy, earning a gasp from you, your mouth opening slightly at the intrusion.

You can’t help but shut your eyes, dropping your head on top of the cushion when Jimin starts moving his fingers slowly, the edge of the thick ring on his index finger stopping the other from going deeper. He chuckles a little after sensing your frustration, not surprised when you grip his wrist to urge him to go faster.

But the demon just removes his digits totally, making you whimper in annoyance and you slap his arm before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“it’s definitely Bill’s fault that Georgie died” you lift your head instantly to turn at another frat member who’s sitting on the back couch facing the tv, scoffing at his ridiculous comment about the character that you like.

“no, it’s the fucking clown’s fault” you hiss, still annoyed at Jimin who’s been caressing your thigh even though you keep shrugging his hand off of your leg. If he doesn’t wanna fuck you he never should’ve started touching you in the first place.

“yeah, it’s not Bill’s fault that the clown was hungry” Jimin responds in a woozy way and nuzzles you while trying to nudge him off.

Others would think that both of you are just bantering each other with no malice. Him being this close to you looks normal since he’s known to be very affectionate and you both are not exactly strangers so this is basically Jimin being Jimin with his so-called other friends.

“still is, cuz he didn’t follow his little brother to make sure he’s safe” the deep voice who added a reply surprises you, not expecting Taehyung to join the argument. But then he could just be teasing you just like his fucking best friend who still tries to pacify your irritation.

“he didn’t know that there would be a clown in the sewers so NO” you fire back, glaring at Taehyung while he just smirks at you with those knowing eyes as he leans back on the couch, putting his arm on that pretty girl beside him. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the scene in front of you because no, you’re not jealous.

Jimin tries to get your attention back by tugging the edge of your thigh socks but you elbow him so his hand goes straight into your bare pussy, not touching you directly but pressing the square gem of his ring on your clit and rubbing it in circles immediately. He doesn't give you a chance to process what just happened before he pushes one finger in, followed by the second one though he's focusing more on pressing the gem ring harder on your clit.

You bit your lip to stop a squeal coming out of your mouth from the sudden pleasure, the cold feeling of his ring against your swollen bud making your legs tremble, his digits stroking your insides shallowly. He’s back to puffing breaths on your nape, his other hand occasionally coming up to tug your bow tie collar before playing with your hair that adds to the forming knot on your lower abdomen.

“..fuck..”

He just laughs a little hearing you curse, enjoying how his touches are affecting you. You're damn struggling to keep quiet, clutching the cushion closer to your chest to cover both your flustered face and Jimin’s hands under your skirt but he’s barely doing anything not to be obvious on what the both of you have been doing.

Thank goodness that the lights are off so the only light on the entire living room is from the TV...

You’re so so close and you don’t even realize that you’ve been moving your hips to meet his fingers until Jimin holds your waist to stop you right when you’re about to cum.

A surprised gasp comes out from you when he’s pulling them out, your approaching climax receding at what he just did. You dig your nails unto Jimin’s forearm as a plea to put his fingers back in your pussy, a whine almost leaving your mouth but you pause when you feel his breath beside your ear.

"balcony" he whispers teasingly, biting your earlobe before he gets up from behind you, saying an excuse to get some air and everyone just nods except for Taehyung, who has been looking at you more intently than before. You know that he’s aware of what just happened, it’s his best friend of course and they both have the same hobbies.

Jimin brings his fingers to lick your arousal off in his mouth and you swear that it’s one of the hottest things that you’ve ever seen, add the way he’s looking at you while he’s at it before finishing his cup, his wink and teasing smile making it harder for you to concentrate on regulating your breathing.

He leaves after and you follow his figure as he leaves the living room until he disappears from your sight when he turns a corner, probably towards the balcony. This is it you should leave now and forget this ever happened even if Taehyung knows. You can just lie and leave Jimin hanging in there. Is he really gonna wait for you though? Won’t he just fuck some random girl instead if you don't show up?

Hurriedly finishing your own cup to fix yourself, your eyes go back to Taehyung who’s getting up with that girl who latches onto his arm. The movie just ended so everyone is now getting up to go do other activities but you didn’t even care about it because you’re torn with Jimin’s proposition and with what you’re seeing right now.

Taehyung’s lips quirk at your eyes on them but you scoff at his attempt to make you jealous.

You truly wanna know if the rumours are true. If Jimin’s really more of a fuckboy than Taehyung so that's why you find your legs walking towards the direction of the balcony, sliding the door open to see Jimin already leaning on the railing, a smug smile on his angelic face.

It must be the alcohol that you just consumed because he’s looking extra hot tonight, even with the dim light from the outdoor balcony lamp, the lack of full light doesn’t change his whole inviting look and you really want to kiss him until you remember how he delayed your orgasm earlier.

"bold of you to assume i'll let you fuck me after what you just pulled"

"you won't be here if you really don't want to, would you?"

He's got a point but the frown on your face is still apparent.

"i don't even know why i came here"

While waiting earlier, Jimin contemplates if you’re going to follow him with what he did but he knows that you’ve been dying for a release, this made his smile widen after seeing your silhouette approaching the balcony door. There’s an urge in him that suddenly wants to tease you even more but he stops himself as soon as he sees a frown on your pretty face, replacing the hungry look that you had just seconds ago as you come closer.

"’m sorry~"

He teases with a whine while standing up unsteady from the railings and for a second you thought that he’s drunker than you.

And then you see the stupid smirk on his face as he takes off his cardigan while approaching you, tossing it on one of the outdoor chairs, followed by his white shirt that reveals his defined abs and the NEVERMIND tattoo on his rib.

You lick your lower lip, suddenly having the urge to touch his tattoo which didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin. He chuckles a little and that snaps your eyes back to his cocky face.

"shut up, you annoyed me" you glare at him but he knows that you don't really mean it like his apology.

"how do you want me to say sorry?" he whispers when he comes near, eyes fixed on your lips down to your chest where your breasts are very prominent with how tight the costume is, shameless as always like his best friend.

"by letting me ride you"

"demanding much"

He playfully pouts with that fake hurt in his voice that you almost tell him off until he suddenly cages you in his arms, his beautiful lips now grinning at you with intent.

"why are you–"

"have fun sometimes y/n"

Your eyes widen when you figure out what he's trying to do and even though you're hoping to ride him since you're annoyed at what he did, he already denied your orgasm already so you don’t protest when he drags you towards the railings.

"you're crazy"

"it's more fun to fuck you this way"

If you were totally sober, you would never agree to something as scandalous as this but the alcohol in your veins is making you feel adventurous for once. A hot guy offering to fuck you in public? Especially the Park Jimin so why not?

And so you start pushing down your creamy white skirt, revealing the rest of your one-piece tube bunny suit to Jimin's hungry eyes.

He drops his head to your collarbones and starts kissing every inch of your skin that he can reach, feeling him smirk through your skin when you let out a small whimper after he finds that sensitive spot just below your neck.

Jimin's hands go busy while he continues to suck on that spot, roaming around your body until he reaches the top of your tube and pulls it down. You whine at the sudden sensation on your nipples due to the cold breeze but his eager hands are immediately on them, kneading them roughly.

"Jimin..wait.." you breathlessly call his name before you get more distracted with his hurried touches.

"hmm? fuck you have amazing tits" he groans, too distracted from gawking at your breasts and nipping your shoulder to hear you. He tweaks a nipple, earning another whine from you that you actually push his chest a bit to focus on what you were going to say.

"condoms.."

"back pocket.." he moans against your skin and you continue whining when he doesn't stop fondling your breasts while he slowly grinds himself against your still-clothed body, pinning you against the balcony railings.

You quickly reach into the back pocket of his black jeans to fish out the foiled package, about to bring it to your mouth to rip it but Jimin grabs your neck as he kisses the side of your jaw, his mouth moving closer to your lips.

He releases you after you push his shoulder lightly, the questioning looks apparent in his blown out pupils staring at you.

"do you want this?" you ask and you don’t miss the surprised expression on his handsome face. You both may have a high tolerance when it comes to alcohol but you’re still buzzed and you want to make sure that you both want this to happen.

He nods eagerly before kissing you softly on your lips for the first time, his pillow-like lips making you dizzy with want and you kiss him back with more hunger. Your hands came up to grab a handful of his hair, a moan coming out from his mouth through your kisses that made you smile.

So he likes that.

You release his lips before he can deepen the kiss more, grabbing the hem of his black pants and Jimin gets the signal instantly. He starts fumbling his belt, pulling down his tight black jeans along with his boxers off his legs while you step out from your white pumps and lift one of your legs to start pulling down your thigh socks.

"don't"

"you pervert" you glare and he just winks in return.

Your eyes roam his fully naked body in front of your eyes, his lean and muscular body heightening your arousal. You bite your lip when you see how hard his cock is already, beads of precum coating on its swollen tip as he starts stroking his dick while slowly approaching you.

Jimin watches you rip the edge of the foil packet and he thinks how fucking hot you look while doing it, he always loves it when his partner does this, it’s like a treat to him since it feels way better than putting it himself.

"may I?"

"please"

Your lips quirk at his plea as you put on the condom on his hard dick, running your hand down to give it a full squeeze while your other hand pinches the top to secure it in place.

"fuck..i can't wait anymore" he groans and suddenly turns you around, bending you against the railing immediately.

He didn’t wait for you to undress fully, pinning you on the railings with his body this close to you and you don’t think that you can wear a bunny costume again anytime soon or even look at one without remembering him or this night.

You gasp when the tips of your perked nipples brush the cold edge of the railing, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel Jimin's hands roaming around your body, kneading up both of your ass cheeks, the familiar cold feeling from the rings of his fingers makes you clench unconsciously.

He moves the part of the bunny suit that's covering your pussy to the side and you whine once again at the cold feeling of the air hitting your wet core. His hands leave yours so you turn around, ready to chastise him but you see him removing his thick rings so you turn back in front, only realizing the number of people that can see the both of you at this angle from the balcony.

"shit.." you moan needily when you finally feel his full digits pushing in your pussy, the cold feeling making your walls squeeze around them, even more so after he adds a third finger, sighing in relief when they reach deeper now because he's prepping you.

It's not long before the tip of his dick replaces his fingers on your core as he lines up, wetting it along your folds before his hands slide back to your hips and you needily push back which makes him chuckle a little at your desperation.

"ready to show Taehyung how you say no?" he asks with that playful tone again and you grit your teeth, almost not hearing the rest of what he just said because your only focus is the feeling of his cock slowly entering you.

Though Jimin hasn’t seen his best friend yet, he knows that Taehyung will be lingering around based on the way he was looking at you and him inside the living room earlier. He grins in frenzy after hearing you moan loudly when he fully rams in, not letting you adjust to his size as he starts pounding into you harshly.

You've been sensitive already because of his teasing earlier and the way he's roughly fucking you right now makes you forget that you’re at the balcony of his frat house and that makes you squeeze his cock more than usual, eliciting louder moans from him each time you do it.

"fuck you're tight.." he whines and grips your hips more, his fingers digging into your skin when he grasps you and you're loving the feeling of it, especially from his hand where his rings are still on.

Even with the alcohol that he just drank, Jimin's pace hasn't wavered to the point that your bunny ear headband falls from your head to the ground below the frat house. You don't really bother anyway since you're focusing on tightly holding the railings for dear life, your mind only thinking of how good Jimin is fucking your right now and you’re more than impressed.

You open your eyes when he finds that spot but the moan that was going to come out of your mouth falters when you meet Taehyung’s eyes looking at you from below. He’s holding your bunny ear headband in his hand, his mouth going agape while watching you getting railed by his best friend when he’s about to go back to the frat house. You clench hard while looking at his surprised eyes though you can’t quite tell if there’s also something else swimming in them.

And Jimin noticed of course.

"you love to be fucked like a bunny right?" he chuckles and you just squeeze him harder without answering.

A surprised squeal comes out from you when you feel the palm of his ring-clad hand on your ass, moaning at the sting of it and you want more.

"right?" he swats his other hand to your other cheek, earning a louder moan from you which makes him laugh like a maniac, enjoying how your reddening ass jiggles against his hands.

"that's why you dressed as one, taunting me and to make him jealous"

"n-no, i didn't―fuckkk"

You try to deny his assumptions but you just can’t help moaning even loudly when he angles himself to keep hitting that spot inside you, prompting you to place your mouth on your forearm to muffle your moans.

“liar, you saw Taehyung didn’t you?” Jimin teases you again and slower’s his pace, preventing you from reaching your high and you’re very tempted now to just fuck back against his cock.

A frustrated whine comes out from you when he further slows his pace, almost close to stopping and Jimin loves hearing it. He initially wants you to cum after teasing you earlier but after seeing Taehyung emerge and walk back towards the front of the house, he quickly changed his initial plan.

There are many reasons why he and Taehyung are best friends, and that includes how freaky they are when it comes to this.

“Jimin..” you moan needily against your forearm, your voice shaky and that gets his attention back to you.

He can’t believe he’s fucking you now, you have a special disdain for fratboys like him mainly because of his best friend who always finds ways to get you to notice him. Speaking of, he sees Taehyung sitting by the log with that sexy nurse girl beside him from earlier but he notices his eyes are solely only on you and him, a smirk appears on his face.

“Jimin..please..i can’t―” you try again and you sound like you’re on the verge of crying.

Your mouth leaves your forearm to part the hair that’s covering your face, one of your hands leaving from gripping the railing to reach for your clit but Jimin quickly swifts your hand away and stops his hips, making you stomp on your feet in annoyance at another denial.

“people are watching~”

He coos and you're so close to begging him again, why is he stopping now when you’re both this close already? You know that people will eventually notice the two of you but you don't find it in you to mind. So what if he teases you after this, you just want your release.

“i don’t care, make me cum please”

You relent with a whine and reach back to grab the side of his hips, your shaky hands slipping down to pull on one of his juicy ass cheeks to continue fucking you. Jimin chuckles at your desperate move before letting out a groan at the touch of your cuffs on his delicate skin, its sensation urging him to move so he starts again, fast like before, gripping your hips tightly as he speeds up his thrusts.

Jimin spanks you again and you toss your head back, seeing the girl beside Taehyung trying to bring back his attention to her and you grin when you watch as he struggles to be discreet on watching you and Jimin, his eyes alternating in looking down at anything and looking up at you so the girl won’t notice.

"show him y/n, come on. this is your answer to him right?"

Your heart stops at what Jimin just said, your mind goes hazy with his question and like you’re hypnotized with his voice, you start rolling your hips back on his dick while staring at Taehyung who’s so handsome even from afar.

“it’s not..fuck!” you shriek when you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, rubbing the swollen bud rapidly.

Jimin sees Taehyung walk closer to watch both of you and he’s been wanting to test a theory. He’s been bugging Taehyung for months now if he really likes you but he won’t give him an answer and then you gave in to his charms, what a perfect way to find out.

“no point in lying y/n, you keep gripping my cock hard when you do”

“i-i’m not..ahh shit”

“look into his eyes while i fuck you, if you close your eyes i’ll stop hmm?”

You’re not even sure how he’ll find out if you close your eyes but something inside you wants to obey, too afraid that he’s going to deny your orgasm again. Your eyes pierce through Taehyung’s while Jimin continues to fuck you but the pleasure is becoming too good when your high's nearing so you shut them, your mouth hanging open as you try to gulp for cool air with your body heating up more.

Jimin notices this and pulls your hair up to make sure you're looking at Taehyung. When he knows that you’re back on following what he said, he releases your hair so you can bend your head a little to hide your face, eyes still on Taehyung of course. He sees the girl beside his best friend noticing what he's been looking at and she makes a commotion of seeing people fucking at the balcony and when their eyes meet, he just winks at her which made her even more shocked.

You start hearing some whistles and cheers from people below and for a second you're worried about the current situation until you notice that no one can tell that it's you because of your dishevelled hair and because you've been trying to cover your face with your arms this entire time.

"don't worry, no one has their phone out though i don't mind if they do"

You're not surprised by what Jimin just said, you feel him twitch inside you when the whistles keep on increasing. He clearly loves the attention he's getting from being this wild to fuck someone in front of other people's eyes.

The balcony has no proper lighting as well, just dim lighting from the street lights and the moon so people won't realize which bunny girl Jimin is currently fucking, some of them gradually giving up on watching you both. Not that it's any of their business but the way none of them are even shocked that he would do something like this makes you somehow giddy. You may be buzzed but this is certainly better than the many sober fucks that you had in a while.

“i’m close..fuck..Jimin―” you cry when one of his hands leaves your hips to grab your hair, pulling your head back up to see Taehyung watching you both, his hands clutching the bunny ears of your headband tightly around it. This added to the pressure on your lower stomach, your breathing getting more laboured because the bow-tie collar seems to tighten around your neck even though it’s not really choking you.

“fuckfuckfuck..” you sob as you reach your high, whining when Jimin keeps thrusting so hard because of the oversensitivity you’re starting to feel. He releases your hair and returns them on your hips, one of his hands reaching higher to squeeze your left tit, making you gasp loudly when his rings brush your perked nipples.

"warm and tight., holyshit" he moans loudly when he reaches his, spilling his cum into the condom while he continues to thrust his dick sloppily against your swollen walls as he rides his high. Jimin bends his body to leave wet kisses along your shoulders and upper back, his right hand grasping the railings beside yours while his other hand continues to fondle your breasts.

It's only when you whimper again and slightly push his lower abdomen off of you that he releases you, pulling his softening cock out from your soaked pussy. He hisses at that and you smile with content, turning around to hit him for making you do that in front of Taehyung.

“what the fuck Jimin”

“what? you like it anyways”

He winks and runs one hand through his sweaty hair, a habit of his that you find really hot when he does it. He’s not wrong though because you did like it a lot so you give one last punch to his chest playfully before you take a glance in front, certainly not looking for someone.

“still looking for him?”

“no, he probably left to fuck someone”

He laughs as he shakes his head while discarding the condom to the nearby trash bin, grabbing his discarded boxers and black jeans from the ground and you can’t help but admire the view of his plump ass and toned thighs, biting your lip when he crouches down, his muscles flexing.

Now that your highs are wearing off, the cold from the Fall breeze is creeping up your almost naked figure, your skimpy suit not helping. You’re shivering as you pick up your crumpled skirt from the ground to clasp it back on your waist before kneeling on one knee, struggling to clasp back the strap of your ankle pump heels.

And then you see Jimin’s hand with his dark blue cardigan in front of you.

"but you're gonna be cold!"

"someone warmed me up already" he shoots you a wink before walking to open the balcony door, waiting for you to follow him inside.

You put on his fluffy cardigan, thankful for the temporary warmth it gives as you walk back into the frat house. He redirects you to another bathroom that’s exclusive to the fratboys living at the house so you can clean up in peace without people disturbing you, you’re sure the others are occupied already.

Not wasting more time, you immediately clean yourself, taking off your entire bunny suit to rinse its crotch area since it soaked from your arousal. You hear some people arguing and only when you lean against the door to listen closely do you recognize that it’s Taehyung and Jimin.

"you looked annoyed Tae"

Jimin grins with mischief when he sees his loving best friend fuming while walking up closer to him.

"shut the fuck up Jimin, where is she?" Taehyung demands, eyebrows furrowing while staring down at him and Jimin is very sure now of his theory about what his best friend feels for you. Taehyung didn’t use his nickname on him so Jimin knows that he’s being serious, his smile widens.

"admit you like her first before i tell you, you've been antsy"

"i just didn't have any pussy yet that's why”

"or because i fucked y/n in front of you"

Jimin teases again and walks closer to the door where you’re currently in, intentionally staying outside the bathroom door so you can hear their conversation. He sees the conflict crossing Taehyung’s face, mixed with annoyance that he can confirm as jealousy.

"oh fuck off, fine i like her!"

The confession causes a flutter in your heart and more confusion in your mind because there’s no way a fuckboy like Taehyung would have a genuine interest in you. He must be bluffing with some petty jealousy that you slept with Jimin and not with him tonight that’s why he’s being like this.

"shit, sorry Tae"

As much as Jimin’s a little shit for messing around, he actually feels bad for doing so now that Taehyung admitted his true feelings towards you even if he’s nothing at fault. But he sighs in relief after a mischievous smile cracks on his best friend’s face, looking at him with satisfaction.

"nah man it's fine, it was so fucking hot"

“i knew it”

You clench unconsciously at the thought of Taehyung finding the view of you getting fucked so hot. You’re not gonna deny that your heart actually stopped a little earlier at the thought of possibly causing a rift between him and Jimin but then you backtracked since it couldn’t be that serious with how they are, surely those two have fucked the same people before.

"she's in there btw"

You immediately scramble towards the sink to turn on the faucet after Jimin reveals where you are, conscious that they’re waiting for you outside the door now. You did some final retouch before opening the door, Jimin still has that smirk on his face while Taehyung looks at you with want.

"here, thank you Jimin" you hand him his fluffy cardigan and you eye him slyly with a knowing smile, obvious on the intention of the gratitude more than just the warmth from the cardigan,

For the good fucking, and of course, he gets it.

"no, thank you angel" he bites his lower lip, winking at you and you hear Taehyung scoff beside him, crossing his arms over his chest, his scowl still apparent on his handsome face.

"i'll leave you two to talk, see you around y/n"

Jimin struts away from you and Taehyung after, probably looking for another fuck or drink because he certainly doesn’t look like he’s drunk anymore. Your eyes follow his figure until he’s out of sight to further delay your attention to the person who you didn’t think would stay with you.

Fuck Jimin for planning this sneakily, you should’ve known better.

"thanks for the show"

You turn to the owner of that fucking husky voice who’s also been looking at you with unclear eyes since the beginning of the night and you’re still not sure if it's because he’s masking his jealousy with cockiness or what.

"and you enjoyed it, didn't you?" you challenge, raising your chin to level your eye against his.

"i did" he whispers as he comes closer, not straying his eyes from yours as he hands you the bunny ear headband. You grab it from him but he clasps it tighter, refusing to let go and you almost miss that he’s trying to cage you against the door so you put your other hand on his broad chest to stop him from doing so.

"not so fast, Kim Taehyung" his jaw tenses as he breaks his stare from you, his eyes going down to your lips before stepping back further so you can make your exit but his words make you stop in your tracks and turn to him.

"one day y/n," he says with full determination, his eyes looking back at you this time like they want to say something more but Taehyung opens his bedroom door before you can reply to him.

You want nothing else but to kiss him earlier but you know you can't until you'll know for sure if he truly likes you. Taehyung never left your mind that whole night when you’re trying to sleep, even the next day when you’re a bit drowsy still from drinking the night before.

What happened that Halloween becomes the talk of the campus for the whole week and while you’re still occupied whether to believe Taehyung’s confession or not, he confuses you even more now when you see a new girl in his arms while walking across the same path as you are, so much for liking you.

He doesn’t notice you even though you’re almost crossing paths but you’re looking at him the entire time, watching his face frowning while listening to the girl who’s been explaining something animatedly under his shoulders.

A small giggle leaves your lips after finding out why, hearing their conversation lifts up your mood at least since she’s talking about how Park Jimin fucked one of those bunny girls like a madman on the balcony with everyone around on Halloween Night.

And it amuses you, even more, to hear how everyone's so curious about who is it, smirking to yourself because no one knows that it's you except Taehyung.

a/n: well Rid said “crazy and scandalous” so here you go ;)

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bite me | pjm

⟶ pairing: jimin x reader

⟶ rating: R (minors DNI, 18+ ONLY)

⟶ word count: 7.5K

⟶ genre/tropes: strangers to lovers, college au,halloween party au, fluff, smut

⟶ warnings: so much smut, grinding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!!), oral sex ( m and f receiving), mirror sex, jimin makes some cheesy jokes, mentions of bondage but no actual bondage, spanking, use of pet names (baby, babe, princess, babygirl, angel)

⟶ summary: Halloween is just another regular day of the year for you. That is, until you meet Park Jimin at a frat party. A poorly dressed vampire, red wine, and a mirror - what’s the worst that could happen?

Banner credit: A very special thank you to Dee Dee @sugasbabiie for making this incredible banner for this fic!

I wrote this fic as part of a collab project for Jimin’s sunset spooktober alongisde some other incredible authors! Make sure to check out the other works in the project as well since they are incredible! A special thank you to the organizers as well for making this happen ♡

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Friday, October 29, 2021

There are three things you hate most in the world: Halloween. Tequila. And Kappa Alpha Betas. Lucky for you, today included all three of those things.

The bass was pounding through your body as you clutched the colorful drink in your hand. Halloween was just another day of the year to you, maybe just a day where you could get more free alcohol than a regular weekend. However, your best friend Lia seemed to share a very different view on the holiday, as she begged and pleaded with you to let her create a costume for you. Silver fringe stuck to your legs as you moved your way around the all too crowded frat house. You think you’re a space cowgirl, or something like that, since your roommate mumbled something along those lines to you in passing as she threw the clothes into your bedroom a mere hour before you left for the party, but for now she was nowhere to be found. It seemed futile to try and look for the girl wearing the matching pink glittery cowboy hat to yours, since she had probably already sauntered off to find her boyfriend Namjoon.

It was a classic Halloween tradition at your college, a Halloweekend bender put on by your college’s frats. Friday belonged to Kappa Alpha Betas, Saturdays to Sigma Thetas, and Sunday to Delta Epsilons. Normally you wouldn’t even be caught dead at these events - it’s not that you weren’t a partier, you just would much rather be getting wasted with just your close friends and your favourite EDM playlist. But after the frat flu gave you a good excuse to not join in the festivities last year, there was no way your roommate was letting you out of going through everything there is to Halloween with her.

“Well, fuck it - if I’m stuck here I might as well have some fun.” you thought to yourself.

So after a quick trip to the kitchen to fill a cup full of tequila and small talk with some friends, you naturally found yourself gravitating you to the edge of the dance floor, slowly blending yourself into the crowd of people vibing with one another. Naturally, your hips started swaying to the music and you raised your drink in the air. It was calm, and comfortable, just sacrificing yourself to the DJ’s whims as he played what seemed like a halloween playlist that hadn’t been updated since 2010.

And then you heard him.

“Can I join you?”

Just the deep baritones of his voice made goosebumps appear on your skin. You couldn’t will yourself to turn around and see him, knowing that you would probably be at his mercy the moment you locked eyes with him. His hands on you made your chest tighten and let the heat pool in your stomach. You didn’t even have to see his face to know who was behind you.

Park Jimin.

If you were honest, you didn’t know much about him. He was a frat member that seemed to fly under the radar. Quiet, good looking, but kept to himself. Always mysteriously by the bar or kitchen with a red solo cup in hand. Since you were both involved in Greek life he most definitely knew your name and obviously the same went for you, but your paths had never seemed to cross. At least not until now.

By the looks of his appearance, it seemed like he decided to dress up as a vampire today, a red cape complementing the fitted dress shirt that hugged his chest. It was only after you realized that your eyes had spent too long lingering on his chest that you looked up to meet his piercing gaze. As if his prominent collarbones weren’t enough of a distraction, Jimin had red contacts that seemed to materialize the fire behind his eyes. The passion, the lust, the hunger.

And so you danced, and what started out as some innocent flirting quickly brought you and Jimin face to face, chest to chest as the music slowed to an R&B beat.

“Turn back around for me?” Jimin asked as a question, gazing deep into your eyes as he cocked his head to the side.

Jimin’s hands found their way to your hips and he ran gentle circles over your hip bones, the ghost of his touching bringing goosebumps to your skin. What a tease, you thought to yourself.

You knew that two could play at that game, and so you slowly leaned your head back onto Jimin, your neck now clearly exposed to the frat boy who let out a deep exhale at the sight. You kept your hips swaying to the music, but only let yourself lightly brush up against Jimin’s cock. You could feel the way his body tensed at the contact every time it happened, trying to savour the feeling. It only took a couple minutes until he couldn’t take it anymore - his senses were on fire with your presence and he knew he had to do something about it.

Jimin guided your hips to press up right against his hard cock, which fit perfectly against your plush ass.

“This is what you do to me, baby.” whispered Jimin as his lips ghosted against your earlobe, the pet name falling freely from his lips.

You couldn’t help the small moan that fell from your lips as the words came out of Jimin’s mouth. His lips then fell against your neck and you knew you were a goner. You were Park Jimin’s for the night.

“Upstairs?”

“Upstairs.”

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“I need to know that you want this.” whispered Jimin, his body hovering mere inches away from yours, his mere body heat making your brain short circuit. You nodded, barely able to look him in the eye for more than a second.

Jimin quickly tsk’ed and cocked his head to the side. “Not good enough, babygirl - I need to hear you say it.”

“i - . I want you Park Jimin” you said in quiet tones, barely getting the words out.

Your words brought a smile to Jimin’s lips, and he lifted his head up with a gentle smirk painting his face before pushing his body flush against yours.

From that moment on, your tongues were instantly fighting in for dominance. Your senses were overwhelmed by Jimin’s close presence to you, begging for you to be closer to him. You wrapped your leg around him, and you struggled to not let out a moan as you felt his hard length pressing against your upper thigh. You bucked your hips instinctively into Jimin, only for him to hold them in place against him while he whispered in your ear.

“Patience, baby.”

From there he kissed his way down your neck, leaving a trail of marks from his fake vampire teeth in your skin. The pain blended with the pleasure as he nestled his way down to your chest.

“How attached are you to this shirt” mumbled Jimin while his head was still buried in your cleavage.

“Huh?”

He lifted his head this time, showing you his swollen lips and darkened eyes. “How. attached. are. you. to . this. shirt.” said Jimin as he tweaked your nipples through the fabric.

You could barely think straight as each one of Jimin’s touches sent shocks of electricity through your body. As soon as you told him that you couldn’t give two shits about the shirt you were wearing, Jimin ripped in in half, his hands instantly cupping each of your breasts. It was Lia’s shirt and you were sure you were going to pay the price for your actions later, but for now all you could think about is how you wanted Jimin’s hands all over you.

“So fucking beautiful” Jimin swore in your chest as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple.

You couldn’t hold back your needy moans as waves of pleasure ripped through your body. Fuck, with the way Jimin was going you knew you could probably cum just from the way he sucked on your tits, already between rolling your nipple around his tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, he made sure to look up at you with those sinful eyes as he continued with his ministrations.

Without missing a beat, Jimin hiked up your skirt and instantly slid his hand underneath to cup your cunt. You couldn’t help but let out an unrestrained cry at the feeling of Jimin’s hand on your pussy. You knew that your thong was soaked and Jimin could probably tell too.

“So needy, aren’t you?” Jimin rasped as he gently moved his palm back and forth on your sex. You rocked your hips instinctively as you tried to gain some friction.

“Need, fuck - need you Jimin”

“Anything, everything, please Jimin” you begged as you raked your nails across his back”

Jimin pressed a sweet kiss against your lips before heading further down on your body. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

He quickly unzipped his pants, leaving him completely naked for you to see. The sight had you drooling, and your eyes couldn’t help but gravitate to the sight of his thick cock in front of you.

After a few moments of his fingers in you, Jimin quickly replaced them with his cock.

He slid into you slowly, looking you deep in the eye as he saw your expression change as each inch of his cock slid further into you.

“So tight Y/N, holy shit” Jimin groaned as he finally bottomed out in you, his pubic bone pressing against your clit.

He gave you a moment to adjust to the intrusion, pressing soft kisses to your temples and muttering how good a girl you were being for him. At your cue he began to build up his pace, going from slow thrust to more punctuated snaps of his hips against yours.

“No touching yourself until I tell you you can baby” declared Jimin as he gently moved your hand away from your clit. He wanted to roll his hips into you with no interruptions, letting a natural rhythm fall between you two. You let out a pleased hum as Jimin continued with his actions, but your hand naturally fell back to your clit after a few moments, wanting the extra pleasure and forgetting Jimin’s instructions.

“If you don’t listen I’m gonna have to tie you up with my belt next time Y/N” scolded Jimin as he brushed your hand away, this time choosing to replace it with his own on your clit. You let out a loud moan at his words, and if that wasn’t enough to show Jimin your emotions, he could feel your pussy tighten at his commands.

Jimin couldn’t help but let out a languid curse at your reaction. “You are going to be the death of me Y/N, you really are.” muttered Jimin as he shook his head in disbelief at you. He didn’t know what he did in a past life to deserve being here with you, but he felt really fucking lucky.

Overwhelmed with the feeling of your pussy pulsing against his cock, Jimin couldn’t hold back any longer when he needed to cum. His thrusts faltered as he moaned out your name, burying himself deep inside of you. You felt yourself cum almost instantly at the feeling of Jimin painting your insides white, him helping bring you to your orgasm by wrapping his mouth around your nipple as well.

The post-sex moment were hazy, almost magical as Jimin’s touch guided you. He held you tightly as he kissed your forehead, taking the time to clean you up and wrap you under the covers as well.

And somehow, you found yourself falling asleep in Park Jimin’s arms.

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Saturday, October 30, 2021

You were dressed as an angel tonight, an adorable white halo adorning your head. But to Park Jimin you were the devil, the one who could get him to lose inhibitions. When he was in front of you he knew he was at the mercy of your gaze.

Park Jimin was no stranger to a one night stand, but now that he had a taste of you he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. As much as he tried to convince himself that he was spending time in the Sigma Theta kitchen because he wanted easy access to the alcohol, a part of him knew that the only reason he was there was because the room would give him a perfect view of the door that you would walk through to enter the party.

It was as if everyone else seemed to fade away as you entered the room - Jimin only had sights for you as you walked into the room with that all so charming smile on your face.

“A vampire again, really Jimin?” were the first words that came out of your mouth as you spotted Jimin in his classic position, a red solo cup of what you could only assume to be red wine in his hand as he leaned against the counter.

Jimin smiled. He instinctively reached to pour vodka into a solo cup for you, a habit that you didn’t even know he had picked up on last night, before walking over to you.

“What can I say, the costume helps me pull hot chicks,” joked Jimin as he winked at you knowingly. It was only as he got close enough to you to whisper into your ear that he spoke again. “You look beautiful, angel.”

Yesterday, you saw sultry vampire Jimin, the one with hips on the dance floor that you’d never forget. Today, you got to see a different side of him that still made your heart do backflips. Jimin, while still an extremely hot piece of ass, was much more than just that. For starters, he was a beer pong champion, but he still never got frustrated when you lost 3 matches in a row with your bad aim. You learned that Jimin was best friends with Lia’s boyfriend Namjoon, and if you didn’t already have enough proof that Jimin was a good person, if he was friends with Joonie, there was no way the man could have bad intentions.

Intentionally or not, you found yourself by Jimin the whole night - you didn’t know where Lia or the rest of your friends were, and frankly, you didn’t care. Jimin made you laugh until your stomach hurt, he made butterflies flutter in your stomach everytime he lightly touched you or hung his arm around you. Both of you didn’t even notice that you had found yourself alone on a couch, talking about all the random things in life you could come up with.

You don’t remember how you ended up going up to Park Jimin’s room - it was something along the lines of “Lia’s going to go home with Namjoon so I don’t want you to walk alone” and “ the DJ sucks so I can’t stand to be here any longer”, but the truth was that neither of you needed much convincing to spend more time together, especially if there was the possibility of a reenactment of last night.

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Park Jimin was a simple man, and his bedroom definitely reflected that.

While Jimin shrugged off his coat, you took a moment to inspect your surroundings. You chuckled as you realized Jimin was a “blue bedsheets with one pillow” type of man. He didn’t seem to have too many personal belongings decorating the space, just a guitar by the bed and an extremely cute photo of baby Jimin in a cow sweater that you were begging to ask him about. However, that would have to wait as you were met with the sight of Jimin taking off the cape that adorned his vampire costume.

“Keep the cape!” you yelled to him from across the room.

Jimin froze in his tracks.

“You’re fucking with me right?” Jimin said, trying to stop the giggles he had from bubbling over. “ Y/N L/N has a fucking cape kink?” he alleged with an curious tone. As he maintained eye contact with you he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a few chuckles at the situation.

“Don’t laugh! I’ll leave right now, Park” you huffed with your arms crossed, using his surname to signal your displeasure at his teasing.

“Awe baby” he muttered as he got closer to you, enveloping you in a backhug and pressing kisses into your hair. “ I’ll do anything for you, including keeping this cape on. But you, my pretty angel, need to take this off” swooned Jimin as he gestured to your dress, holding the zipper between his fingers.

You let him take his time with unzipping your dress, both of you focused on the feeling of the zipper going down inch by inch. Jimin couldn’t suppress the pleased noise that came out when he realized that you had no bra on today. But the real surprise was when he got to the last notches of the zipper and noticed that you weren’t wearing any panties.

“You dirty fucking girl - you did this for me, angel? All night, you’ve been waiting for me like this?” chided Jimin as he looked at the sight of your exposed cunt.

“All this is for you, Jimin” you whispered sensually, taking two fingers to spread your already dripping cunt and show Jimin your arousal.

“I can’t let my babygirl be so messy, can I?” tsk-ed Jimin as he led you to the bed, letting you spread yourself out for him.

He took his time, kissing his way up your thighs, before finally reaching your cunt. Catching you off guard after teasing you, Jimin buried his nose in your cunt, delving his tongue in to lap up your juices. Your body responded instantly to his actions, a depraved scream erupting from your chest at the pleasure Jimin was giving you.

“So fucking sweet, Y/N” Jimin swooned as he looked up at you covered from nose to chin in your arousal.

When he dove back in he made sure to play extra attention to your clit, flicking the nub between your tongue in just the right ways to elicit some sinful gasps from you.

“I need your cock, Jimin” you whined between wanton moans that escaped you.

“As you wish, princess” said Jimin as repeated his words from just a couple days ago. “On all fours for me babygirl.”

As soon as you got in position, Jimin plunged his cock into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure from you and a low groan from him. Three days of fucking meant that your pussy was more than ready to envelope his cock, and Jimin immediately sprung to slamming his hips into your pussy, the sounds of skin slapping echoing around the room.

“I want you to see yourself for me baby, see fucked out on my cock” muttered Jimin as he pounded into you.

It was only as Jimin tilted your head up that you saw that you were aligned with a mirror directly in front of you.

“So fucking beautiful” Jimin murmured as he punctuated each word with a thrust.

Lifting you out of doggy style, Jimin kept you wrapped around his cock as he pulled your upper body up to meet his, the feeling of the heat radiating off both of you just adding to the pleasure.

The sight in the mirror looked like it was out of the Louvre, or a porno, or both for that matter. Jimin had beads of sweat rolling down his body, his face displaying the pleasure and desire that he was feeling as he rolled his hips as far into you as he could. You couldn’t help but mirror his expressions, your mouth stuck in what felt like a permanent O shape and Jimin’s cock stretched you out.

Jimin’s fingers found his way to your clit as he rubbed your swollen bud. You writhed against him in pleasure as your body gripped at Jimin’s in any way that you could.

Testing out the waters, Jimin placed a light tap on your clit, coming down on it just hard enough to elicit an electric jolt through your body.

“Oh my fucking god” you yelled out at the feeling, your chest raising up in satisfaction at the feeling.

“Oh? I think you liked that baby, look at the way you’re clenching around my cock. Did you like it, hmm?” growled Jimin as he landed yet another slap, this time directly on your clit.

The moans kept pouring from your mouth as Jimin was relentless in his ministrations to your clit while he continued pounding into you. And you knew you wouldn’t last long with the sight of the two of you in the mirror showing you the way Jimin’s face was scrunched up in pleasure.

“Jimin, I - “ you panted, trying to get the words out between bated breaths.

“Gonna cum for me, angel?’ rasped Jimin in your ear, still not breaking his space.

You could only nod as more moans spilled out from your mouth.

“Look for me baby, look at yourself while you cum.”

The sight of you and Jimin together pushed you over the edge as the waves of your orgasm washed over you. Your brain could only string out a series of “Fuck” and “Jimin” pouring from your mouth as you felt your release.

As you felt Jimin start to lose his rhythm, it seemed that the pulsing feeling of your orgasm washing through you was enough to bring him to the edge, the tight knot forming in his stomach telling him to pull out.

As Jimin jerked his cock to the sight of your naked body in front of him, he was moaning your name within seconds as white ropes of cum landed all over your ass, a couple drops sneaking down to your dripping cunt as well.

And after many forehead kisses and a warm bath, you found yourself falling asleep in Park Jimin’s arms for the second time that week.

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Sunday, October 31, 2021

Today Jimin couldn’t even bear to wait in the kitchen for you to walk by - instead, he wandered the halls of the Delta Epsilon house looking for you. Making it through the halloweekend bender was a challenge, and by the decreased number of bodies floating around the house, it seemed like some people had definitely succumbed to the two day hangover they had. Jimin, however, found himself instead addicted to you instead of the bottle of Jack Daniels that he thought would definitely finish by the end of the weekend. From the moment you left his bed he was counting down the minutes until he would get to see you again.

But soon the night started to go on for far too long without you around and he could help but think that something was wrong. No, he knew that something was wrong.

And so, Jimin swallowed his pride. He didn’t know how much you had told Lia, but he had enjoyed keeping you as his own little secret over the past few days. Not because he was embarrassed of you, in fact it was almost the opposite of that - Jimin didn’t want to share you with anyone. All your smiles, your moans, your laughs , he wanted to keep them as a precious memory for only himself to enjoy. But he knew that if he wanted to see you (or at least know if you were ok) he would have to face Namjoon and Lia. He was sure that Namjoon would have many words on the matter once he told him (something along the lines of “damn Park you bagged a babe” was bound to come out of his mouth), so it took Jimin a moment or two to work up the courage to interrupt Jimin and Lia’s all too intimate make out session, Jimin let out a polite cough as he stepped towards them. He was eternally thankful that they turned to greet him immediately, stopping him from having to awkwardly third wheel them for that much longer.

“Um, hey guys uh, did Y/N come with you today Lia?” Jimin asked, his gaze anywhere except into your best friend’s eyes, fearing her reaction.

“And what would you need Y/N for, Park?” Lia said with an all knowing smirk on her face.

“I - , just wanted to hang with her, that’s all” Jimin mentioned, trying to keep things as vague as possible to stop the conversation from going further than he wanted, the blush already painting his cheeks giving him away.

“She stayed home today - some about not feeling well or something? Maybe it’s the frat flu, did I ever tell you about how she got the frat flu last year and - “

Jimin couldn’t help but cut Lia off, muttering a quick thanks and have a good night before setting off for this destination. And before Jimin could think too hard about how he was walking in the pouring rain to the Delta Gamma house, he already rushed out the door without even grabbing a coat.

“He’s so whipped for her…” muttered Namjoon to Lia as he shook his head in pure disbelief.

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If one thing was for sure it was that you weren’t expecting to be at your door, it was Park Jimin. If you had even an inkling of a feeling that he would be here, you definitely would not be wearing powerpuff girl shorts and a ruined shirt you wore to a paint night years ago. But you didn’t. And honestly, you barely had the brainpower to think about what you were wearing while you took in the fact that Jimin was in front of you. That he was here for you.

“Jimin?”

Jimin’s brain short circuited. He had decided to come here in a heartbeat, but he hadn’t thought of a single word of what he was going to say to you.

“You’re sick. I mean - are you sick? Are you ok?” asked Jimin as he visibly scanned your body looking for signs of you being ill.

“I’m not sick, I’m perfectly fine. Just a little tired i guess, couldn’t handle that much tequila three days in a row and Lia let me off the hook.”

“Lia told me - “

“ Lia was drunk before Joon even picked her up today, I don’t think she remembers a single thing that happened after 5pm” you said factually, softening your tone to make sure you didn’t sound angry with Jimin’s arrival, especially since you were more than excited to see him.

“Oh. ”

Oh.

Jimin let out a shaky breath and he wasn’t sure whether it was in relief because you were fine or because the fact that he just ran all the way to your sorority house the minute he thought you were sick finally dawned on him and he couldn’t find the words to express why he did that to you.

“You’re wet. You’re a vampire again for the third day in a row, and you’re wet.” you muttered, an ironic reflection of Jimin’s words mere moments ago.

“Hm?” Questioned Jimin, until he looked down and realized that he was in fact, soaked to the bone with the rain coming down. He felt a crossroads in his chest as he didn’t know what to do - what if you didn’t want to see him today? Does he have to make the walk of shame back to the party and have everyone ask him why he’s a soaking wet vampire?

Sensing Jimin’s aloofness, you pulled him by the elbow to bring him inside without saying another word . Within minutes you were rubbing a towel on his hair as he stared at you in wonder.

I hope you don’t catch a cold.” You muttered as you diligently stayed focused on your task of drying off Jimin’s hair.

“What did you say?” He wondered through the muffled sounds of the towel covering his face.

You apologized for almost suffocating him as you lifted the towel off his face to give him some breathing room, unintentionally also running your fingers through his hair to get the water out of his eyes. As you repeated yourself you could barely find the confidence to look at Jimin, but you’re glad you did because you could see the blush creep up on his chest.

You smiled as you felt that all too familiar warm feeling creep up in your chest.

It was a no brainer that Jimin was going to stay with you for the rest of the night. In no particular order, Jimin’s logic was that:

His clothes needed to dry before he could leave

What was he going to do at a frat party without you with wet clothes (see point 1 for reference)

Halloween movies were his favorite thing in the world and there was no way he was going to miss out on watching your reaction to Monster House

WIthin just the last couple of days, you and Jimin had fallen into a comfortable nighttime routine. You would tell each other random things about yourselves, like how you make the best broccoli and cheese soup and Jimin can do a backflip once he drinks enough beer, make cheesy jokes, flirt and tease one another until the other got a little frustrated, but always end up in enjoying the physical presence of one another. The teasing and playful banter was what made you giggle until your stomach hurt (or until Jimin decided that he wanted a tickle fight and he was not about to lose). It was all so simple, but it felt like everything to you.

So that’s how you and Jimin found yourself in your deceptively small bedroom. It was intimidating to let him into your room - it felt like the final piece of bearing yourself to him, almost more than being intimate with him. When he first walked around your room and looked intently at the photos of you from your childhood and with your friends back home, you missed as he muttered “cute” under his breath every single time he saw a cute photo of you, but you were relieved to see how non-judgemental he was about it all.

Until he spotted one thing.

“What’s this, Y/N?’ A black piece of lace hangs from Jimin’s finger.

“Another one of Lia’s halloween costumes that she planned for me tonight. There’s more pieces for it scattered around here somewhere. I think it’s a dark angel? Or a witch? Or something like that” you said with your gaze still focused on tidying up some of the mess in your room. Your tone of voice was something that you’d use to describe a boring history assignment or doing laundry, definitely not what Jimin was feeling as he looked at the cloth in his hands.

“It’s fucking sexy, that’s what it is.”

“Have a costume kink or something Park?” you joked, eyes still focused on the pile of sweatshirts you had taken to folding during the conversation.

“I don’t have a Halloween kink” he scoffed. “ I have a “you’re really hot and I think my dick is throbbing just thinking about you wearing this” kink.” Jimin walked over to you, kneading the garment between his fingers. You could practically see Jimin’s imagination come to life as he looked at the fabric.

“Well ask and you shall receive, baby boy” you winked as you grabbed the fabric from him and sauntered off to the bathroom to change. Before you could get very far, Jimin caught your wrist and therefore your attention.

“Wait ,Y/N, I don’t want you to think that I came here for sex. I genuinely just wanted to see you and you look just as beautiful and sexy as you are right now and I don’t want you to feel like i’m forcing you into - .”

You couldn’t hesitate from pulling Jimin in for a quick kiss to cut him off. Jimin’s rambling was cute, charming even, but you couldn’t let him get too far in his head with those thoughts of his.

“I know, Jimin, that’s why I’m doing it - because I want to.”

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In what was objectively a couple minutes but felt like hours to Jimin, you returned to the room. And his jaw dropped.

Jimin let out an unholy groan as his gaze stayed fixed on you.

“You like it or something?” you tease as you do a twirl to show off the way the lace barely covers your ass.

You truly were a sight to be seen - it was like the fabric was made for you as the sheer bodysuit clung to your skin. Had you actually worn this to the party you would’ve put a bra on underneath and a skirt on top, but you felt like bearing it all to Jimin as your nipples poked through the fabric, seemingly teasing Jimin from behind the black lace.

“Like? Oh baby I fucking love it.” said Jimin as he stayed frozen in his position, taking in your figure in front of him.

Even though there was no music playing, you found yourself sauntering sultrily over to Jimin with a natural rhythm to your steps. As Jimin stayed seemingly star struck, you sunk down to your knees in front of him.

“Oh no, no, no, baby” muttered Jimin as he tried to pull you up from the ground. “You’re too pretty to be down there like that. Gotta treasure you” muttered Jimin while his lips ghosted over your skin, pressing kisses into your neck and shoulder.

“Please, Jimin?” you begged, puppy dog fuck me eyes coming out in full force as you gazed up at him. “Want your cock so bad… want it in my mouth…” You nestled your nose and mouth right against his cock to express your desire, darting your tongue out even through the fabric to try and reach his member that you could feel throbbing underneath.

Park Jimin was a simple man - how was he going to say no to that?

Your licked your lips as you unzipped his jeans, the way his cock popped out to freedom from its constraints making both of you groan.

You started by lightly licking the tip of his cock, teasing him slightly as you swiped your tongue along his frenulum.

“Baby…” moaned Jimin through a raspy breath, obviously already affected by your actions.

His reaction inspired you to go further, and you started bobbing your head up and down on his cock, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful man staring down at you. It was so good, so fucking good to Jimin, which he made sure to let you know almost constantly as it fell out of his mouth as a chant as you swiped your tongue all along his cock, making sure to take the time to play with his balls as well.

You took one good look at Jimin before burying your face as far down his cock as you could go, nose brushing against his pubic bone as you had tears in your eyes from the feeling of fullness that you had in your throat. Jimin accidentally bucked his hips at the feeling, instantly apologizing and running his hands through your hair to make sure you were okay.

“Fuck my mouth, Jimin” you said with a raspy tone, your lips covered in his precum.

Jimin tilted his head back in disbelief at what you said. “You’re gonna be the death of me Y/N,” he muttered again as he leant down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“Tap me twice if you ever need to stop, okay?” Jimin said seriously as broke free from his sex-driven persona for a second. You nodded in agreement while sending him a small smile.

And with that, Jimin gathered your hair in his hands into a makeshift ponytail and guided your mouth back onto his cock. If your pussy was the best thing Jimin had ever felt, your mouth was definitely a close second. He began by slowly letting your lips surround his dick, taking in the image of your lips dark and wet with saliva.

“You’re fucking amazing, baby - Oh fuck” Jimin moaned as he kept his eyes focused on you down below.

Soon he began picking up the pace, building up a steady rhythm of his cock down your throat. You hollowed your cheeks accordingly, the vibrations of your moans around his cock only increasing his pleasure.

Jimin was ready to cum from the moment you had stepped in the room wearing that all too sexy piece of black lace, and he knew he wasn’t gonna last very long.

“Baby I - I’m gonna cum. Fuck, can I cum on your face princess?” Jimin begged as he looked down at you.

You took him out of your mouth with an overdramatic “pop” as you switched to wrapping your hands around his length, one on his dick and the other cupping his balls. And Jimin could barely warn you before thick ropes of cum started shooting out of his length onto your face.

“You’re fucking incredible, Y/N” Jimin moaned out as he rided out the shockwaves of his orgasm

Jimin pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming as he looked at the vision of you in front of him on your knees, black lacy lingerie on, face covered in his cum. He knew that from this moment on, every time he closed his eyes he would see this image burned behind his eyelids.

You laughed as you easily plopped down beside Jimin in the bed after wiping the extra cum off your face, him obviously still being in a post-orgasm haze. Within seconds the mood had shifted from sex powerhouse Y/N and Jimin to your usual playful state as you tickled underneath his chin.

“Mmm, I’m not done with you yet” Jimin said as mustered all his energy trying to sit up. Before he could even get onto his elbows, his stamina had already sent him collapsing back into the bed, a moan of tiredness coming out of him in defeat.

“Jimin, babe, you look completely fucked out.”

Jimin raised his eyebrow as if to signal “you think?”, before chuckling at you and shaking his head.

“Only for you, Y/N, only for you.” He paused and you could see his eyebrows furrow as he took all his energy to sit up. “But I’m a gentleman, I can’t give and not receive”

It was now your turn to laugh. “You just throat fucked me to oblivion, babe, I think we’re past chivalry.”

“but - “

“Tomorrow my pussy is all yours, Jimin, but you need to get some energy back babe” you proclaimed as you grabbed a bottle of water off of your nightstand to hand to him.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise” you nod as you intertwine his finger with yours, kissing the tips of them with your lips.

{In true Jimin fashion, as soon as the clock hit 12:01 he was buried between your legs.}

Naturally you tangled your limbs with Jimin’s as you watched the movie playing in front of you, the lines where your body begins and his ends slowly starting to fade away. You don’t know who initiates it, but somehow your lips find their way together and Jimin pulls you into his lap to straddle him, bringing you even closer together.

It’s different than usual. You’re not kissing each other with the same hunger and desire as before - it’s caring and calm, like you’re in no rush, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“This is all a little cliche, isn’t it?” Whispered Jimin as he pulled his lips away from yours for a breath.

And the truth was, it was really cliche. Halloweentown playing in the background, wrappers from candy that you should’ve given to trick or treaters but ate instead lying around - to an outsider you must’ve looked like the perfect couple.

And then the word dawned on you - couple.

Jimin and you had never talked about being a couple. Fuck, you hadn’t really talked about much at all about relationships. But you knew how you felt - how you always want to be close to him, how your chest fills with this unexplainable feeling when he’s around, how. Park Jimin was definitely more than a halloweekend hookup to you, and your skin went cold as you worried that he may not think the same. The moment that brought you so much warmth now seemed to turn ice cold as you feared that this may be the last time you ever get to see Jimin like this - his eyes glimmering under the moonlight streaming in from your window.

“Thinking too much is bad for your brain, Y/N,” scolded Jimin playfully as he picked up on your uneasiness in a heartbeat, throwing one of your favorite candies at you at the same time in an effort to lighten your mood. It was going to take more than a piece of chocolate for your brain to switch gears, and you knew that there was no way you were going to get through the rest of the night without having the talk.

“What are we doing, Jimin?”

The silence that seemed to plague for what felt like hours made you instantly regret your decision. You were too caught up in your own head that you couldn’t see the gears turning in Jimin’s head too.

“What are we - what do you mean what are we doi- oh. That what are we doing?” Rambled Jimin as he put the pieces together.

And then you were back to silence…

“Do you really wanna talk about it right now?” his voice seeming much more timid as he couldn’t even look you in the eye. His fear seemed to also creep into your soul as you couldn’t look at him as you nodded.

“Um, ok - I guess I’ll go first” said Jimin as he cleared his throat with a small cough. You could feel the tension radiating off of him as he squirmed around in your bed while trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually with his head propped up in his hand he began to speak.

“I don’t do this, I mean I don’t - . I don’t know, I -. Fuck, I don’t know what to say, I’ve never done this.” Jimin expressed as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

You instinctively reached out to hold his free hand, rubbing circles gently on it with your thumb. You nodded slightly, letting him know that you think he can do this.

“I guess, I’ve done this before, but I’ve never felt this before, yknow? This is just - this is scary but it’s all so amazing at the same time” His hands gesturing to god knows what at this point as it fluttered through the air

You chuckled and pulled Jimin’s hand closer to you, effectively bringing the two of you to be mere inches from each other.

“You lost me a little there Jimin, I’m gonna need to know what this is” you said cheekily with a slight smirk on your face. You couldn’t help but be a little playful with his shyness.

Jimin shook his head with a slight grin as he gazed at you, before taking your hand and putting it on his heart. You could feel his heart racing, pounding out of his chest essentially. At the same time, you looked at him and you could feel what he was saying to you even though no words were being exchanged.

“You do this to me. In fact, I think you’re the only person that’s ever done this to me. And I don’t know why but I just can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of you, Y/N. And I don’t want to ever be without you - yeah, I just don’t want you to forget about me after this weekend, I guess. But I don’t know how you feel and if I made you really uncomfortable I’m sorry but I just wanted you to know in case there was a chance but I don’t know even know if there is a chance or if you even - “

You stopped Jimin’s rambling in his tracks by calling out his name.

Wordlessly, you took his hand and placed it over your heart, letting him hear its rapid rhythm.

“My heart beats for you too, Park Jimin.”

The smile that spread on Jimin’s face is one that you’ll never forget. He instantly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to be on top of him, peppering kisses all over your face in pure elation.

As you got lost in your thoughts, you let out a hearty laugh while still laying on Jimin’s chest.

“Think I can convince you to dress up as something other than a vampire next year?”

“Oh bite me, Y/N” Jimin laughed as he pulled you in for another kiss, muttering something about how his vampire costume definitely made you fall for him.

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Thank you for reading! - Emily ♡

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aquagustd · 3 years

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blind whispers - PJM

↣ it’s been years, four years to be exact when the male who has been appearing in your dreams finally materializes in the form of your guardian angel. Well, you think he’s your guardian angel, and you sure hope he is because you take his counsel without thinking twice.

pairing — guardian angel?jimin x reader

genre/rating — R | smut, fluff, angst

word count — 9.5K

warnings/tags — there is a plot twist (which might be only for y/n lol since she’s so oblivious) but I know some readers don’t like reading fics about demons etc, so I will say that demons are…mentioned) strong language, college au, alcohol consumption, Y/N is kind of a scaredy cat, fainting, toxic parents, some yoongi action, masturbation, implicit drunken sex, explicit smut- voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral (f), dirty talk, scratching, unprotected sex, nipple play, multiple orgasms, restraints (he uses his powers)

a/n — ah, jimin’s bday fic, finally. I love Jimin’s cheeks.

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this is for Jimin’s Sunset Spooktober event hosted by @opaljm @jamaisjoons & @chateautae! Please give the authors love & support for cooking up such spooktacular ideas (lol)

Angels.

Demons.

Their existence instilled in our minds until we understood the concept of good and evil, until we could decipher, for ourselves, what could be considered as right, and what would be written off as wrong. Angels embody all that is good, the image of fluffy, white wings, golden harp, effulgent halo and cherubic features come to mind upon hearing the word. Pure, white, pristine, just as their actions.

And then, like up and down, left and right, black and white, honesty and deception. Angels and devils. Demonic, frightening creatures, pointy teeth, terrifying eyes and dark horns. Black, fire, evil, mischievous, all that is wrong. It fascinated you, how easy it could be to classify the two, because it became easier to characterize the iniquities. But if you let your mind wander, just a little bit further, the thought that angels may have pointy teeth or horns, in place of their halo, comes to the forefront, but not once did you consider the deception from their opposite, the devil.

Your lack of knowledge frustrated you, and could you really trust the internet in general? How lousy it would be to use Wikipedia as your source of information.

The sound of the bell chiming above the entrance rings into your thoughts, causing your hand to slip from under your chin where it rested, an easier slide with the forgotten magazine that once padded your elbow.

“Hello,” you yawn, peering down the aisle where Mr. Lee crouches down to reach into the back, pulling out his stash that you promised to keep safely just for him, since his favorite snack is always sold out. His grumpy and forced smile was something you hated seeing on his crinkly features, so you had made a promise to him, one that you’ve kept for several weeks now.

He places the packet of kettle fried chips on the counter, rummaging through his thick, worn-out coat for his money bag.

“You need to get a wallet. Anyone could see through that flimsy bag, especially someone like you carrying around all that money,” you warn, thanking him when he hands you the change, pausing for a moment when he places his fists against the edge of the counter, moles accentuated by the fluorescent lighting, he levels your stare when you add, “they might see you as an easy target.”

“This place is an easy target,” he grumbles, “I told you to find another job. It’s not safe here for a young lady like you, or anyone at all.”

You pout, “will my replacement keep a secret stash for Mr. Lee like I do?”

He clicks his tongue, adjusting the woollen hat that shelters his silver strands before dragging the bag of chips toward him, “I can get this anywhere, I only come here to keep an eye on you.”

You roll your eyes, “you come here because it’s the closest to your house!”

He pauses for a moment, beady eyes darting from his hands to your face, “and that too.”

With a giggle, you wave him off as he makes his way back out into Autumn air, a light breeze causing his knitted scarf to whip over his shoulder, he lifts a hand in farewell, passing the display window with too much energy for a seventy-five year old.

And it’s quiet again, with Mr. Lee’s words replaying in your head. You considered applying for another job, but the hours aren’t convenient for you. With your lectures running throughout the day, you only have half an hour to spare before your shift at the gas station. It’s the only store that’s open during times which works out for you perfectly. After your night shift, you still have five hours to catch up on sleep, with your first lecture starting at 9AM.

However, with your torpid mind, lethargy settling in your bones, plus the constant fear that someone might walk in demanding all the cash in the drawer, your nights aren’t easy, especially with your dreams, sometimes nightmares, flashing vividly in your mind.

You did consider that those dreams are a result of your unstable sleep schedule, and it doesn’t help when you go to bed on an empty stomach. Not like you have much of a choice, if you eat so much as a few grains of rice before bed, the heavy ache in your chest only has you tossing and turning in bed and then you’re in a shitty mood for the rest of the day with poor concentration. You surmised that a meal before bed isn’t recommended, especially when you’re up for over eighteen hours, running on coffee and ramen.

The dreams get worse—no, not worse— evocative with each night that passes and it’s always the same character, the same man whose features you’ve memorized by now. And it all began after you started college, after you moved away to live on your own and find your way without the constant judgement from your parents. It could be your subconscious trying to tell you something, but you stopped interpreting dreams when you realized that they make no sense. None at all.

Believe it or not, you can still remember the first time you saw him, your eighteenth birthday. Raven hair brushed back, lips pursed while he stared at you from afar. You were sat on the swing your parents had set up when you turned eight, and then you fell into consciousness upon seeing him approach you.

The most recent was quite unnerving, to the point where your heart begins to race just as you can recall in the dream. You were laying on your couch, moonlight filling the lounge and your head was on someone’s lap, they were singing a beautiful tune, fingers combing down your hair and when you tilted your head up, it was him, shirtless. It unsettled you because it felt so real, and that night you had fallen asleep on your couch so with your hazy thoughts, the line between dreams and reality was blurred.

Your best friend knows all about these dreams, you laugh them off at the end. What he doesn’t know is that you’ve developed a weird attachment to the man in your dreams and sometimes, more often than not, you find yourself looking forward to them.

The bell rings again and you’re caught off guard by the familiar khaki jacket shuffling through the aisles. With a rapid heartbeat, you spin around to glance at the clock above the glowing shelves.

00:00

Every night, without fail, this mystery would pop in for a few beers and sometimes, condoms or some gum. His lack of response or cat-like eyes sparked a little, dare you say, crush on the enigmatic man, pink hair dipping over his furrowed brows.

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you watch with trembling knees as he approaches the counter and sets down his usual purchases, smoky voice reaching your ears just as his thick cologne penetrates your senses. You ring him up and your breath catches in your throat as your fingers graze slightly, thighs sticking together when he offers a smirk and a wink. The first you’ve ever received from him.

“Thanks,” he husks out your name, pulling the hood over his head as he backs away and presses a shoulder into the glass door.

With a dreamy sigh, you watch him disappear into the night, his glossy van rolling along the gravel.

It started with his smiles, then he stared long and hard at the tag pinned to your apron and used your name in the few seconds you would speak, but you’re yet to have his name, for now he’s just pink hair dude when you’re rambling about him to Seokjin.

Damn. A measly wink and your panties are soaked, how touch starved could you be?

Cringing at your own bodily fluids, you step out of the backdoor holding the noisome garbage bags filled with moldy pies and pastries. The fresh cream has liquified fully and you fling it into the dumpster, shoulders lifted up to your ears when you lock the door behind you and turn off the lights. You make a mental note to tell your boss that he should stop buying those pastries because they all land the same fate.

And then comes the portion of the evening you dread the most, walking back home with the ominous tales of the path you’re forced to take, alien plants lining each side as the moon hangs high above your head, the only form of lighting shrouding your frightened figure.

It could be a load of lies, but the image of a woman with pallid, blue skin, matted hair covering her face haunts your mind, the highway ghost you’ve heard of.

Cursing yourself for envisioning her face, you speed around the curve, head swivelling this way and that to monitor your surroundings.

You think you hear footsteps behind you, and with the ring of keys held tightly in your fist that’s plunged into your jeans pocket, you spin around and hold it up in defence, heart lodged in your throat. Laughing at your own idiocy when nothing but the darkness greets you.

A modicum of relief washes over you when you see the road sign which indicates that you’re close to your apartment building and with a few more rushed strides, you’re sprinting down the pathway and up the stairs, fumbling with your keys until you push open the door and kick off your shoes with a hush. Another tiresome day.

The light in your kitchen switches on and you jump in fright, knocking your vase in the process.

“Shit!”

“Fuck fuck, I’m so sorry!”

Much to your dismay, your ex-boyfriend, Namjoon rushes to your aid, having already fetched the dustpan to clean up the mess he no doubt caused.

“What are you doing here this late?” You’re still panting, heart pounding in your chest because you’re still on edge after that walk and Namjoon had to add to it.

He pushes his glasses along the bridge of his nose, bristling at your tone.

“I just came over to see you,” he informs, tailing you into the kitchen to drop the shards of glass and dirt into the bin.

You reach into your cupboard for a glass, filling it up to the brim and emptying it into your stomach, a satisfied sigh lowering your shoulders when the cool liquid rushes down your throat, calming your nerves.

“Why?”

He scratches his nape, wearing that stupid scarf you got him for his birthday. Your nose scrunches up at your terrible color choice.

“Because…we haven’t seen each other in a while and I—” he trails off, gaze flickering from the floor to your face and it’s almost like you can read his mind when the corner of his mouth quirks up, an almost offended scoff breaking the silence.

“I told you this months ago, it was a bad idea for us to hookup after we…broke up.”

He takes a step toward you, gripping your elbows in what you would call desperation.

“I know that, but I also know that you have…needs and I’m the only one that can take care of that,” he winks. Him thinking that you would fall for his tricks all over again is pathetic, and you voice that thought by shrugging away from his hold, trudging down the hall into the lounge.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not seeing anyone else,” you laugh, tidying up the cushions that you abandoned earlier this morning when you were running late for your lecture.

“Oh, I know you’re not. With college and work,” he shrugs, no doubt about to throw your own words back at you, “you don’t have time for a relationship or hookups.”

“Namjoon,” you grit, holding up your tea-stained mug as you brush past him, “I told you this the last time we got together, it would never work out between us and hooking up would just complicate things.”

He follows you into the kitchen again, hovering behind you with the same needy tone that will annoy you even more than the fact that he feels he can waltz into your life after months, after you had decided that it was best if you separated, you came to an agreement like two adults who forgot about their high school romance.

“But…you know that I still love you, you were the one that pushed me away and I—”

Your bitter laugh causes his mouth to clamp shut, and if you look closely, you could almost see the lies in his hooded eyes.

“Do you think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know that you’re only here because your 2AM fuck was busy?”

“I—”

“No,” you grip his forearm, backing him out of the kitchen until his shoulders jam against your front door, seeing his eyes go wide when you reach into his jeans pocket and pull out the last connection he had to you, “get out. This isn’t your home anymore.”

“But I—”

“Leave!”

With a slump to his shoulders, he puts on his shoes and makes his way out, not before adding over his shoulder, eyes a little sorrowful, “I just wanted to make things right between us.”

You fold your arms, eyebrow cocked until he’s out of your sight and the door is locked safely behind him. In all those months after you broke up, this is the only time where you mustered up the courage to take his key away from him and tell him no. You don’t know where it came from, but you’ll bask in the feeling, until his droopy eyes come to mind later that night.

Maybe you were too harsh on him.

No. He deserves it for what he did in the past. He probably found someone else to keep his cock warm for tonight.

And you’d settle for your own hand than a delusional ex-boyfriend to satisfy you, pleasure that comes with zero guilt in the morning after reality returns and you’re forced to face the consequences of your actions.

But you do think of pink hair, pouty lips and piercing eyes. You think of how long it’s been since you pleasured yourself. The tantalizing build up as you chase your release, sweat dotting your forehead, back drenching the sheets beneath you until your feet are placed flat on the mattress, lips parted, eyes shut, back arched, toes curling into the sheets. You cum with a shuddering cry, thoughts of his pink tongue swirling over your clit just as your pruned fingers press into it, dragging out your high with the heavy blanket of fatigue draped over you.

It’s a struggle to pull yourself out of bed to shower, but the thought of the grime from the store is enough for you to scrub down each crevice.

You think you might complete the first half of your assignment before you go to bed, so you switch on your laptop. It’s due in a few weeks but if you start now, you’d have enough time to study for finals. Running a towel through your hair, you pad along the carpet to the other side of your room, bending over to fetch a pair of socks from the lowest drawer.

Perhaps your mood is still a little sour after Namjoon’s surprise visit, but your mind keeps going back to the part where he said he wanted to work things out. Was he being genuine? Would he actually want to get back together after all this time? After all that’s happened?

He has the audacity to show up and think it’s absolutely fine for him to walk in and out of your life as he pleases.

Grumbling to yourself, you let the towel drop to the floor and turn around to fit on your loose T-shirt when a very unusual figure in the reflection causes you to shriek, static blue glow fading around it. Hand clasped over your mouth, you try to regain your senses, blood draining from your face, heart thumping in your ears.

This must be a dream, that’s the only explanation, you fell off to sleep with your hands in your underwear and now you’re dreaming about the same guy. The one who’s been appearing in your dreams since you were eighteen years old, but what’s frightening is that he seems just as shocked as you, round eyes blinking from behind your sheer curtains.

It’s some goofy dream because you’re stark naked and he’s staring at you, like he always does in all your dreams. But the difference is that you have your fluffy pink carpet poking into your toes, your laptop is blinking beside you on your bed, your Hello Kitty plushies are propped up against the wall next to your dresser. Things you don’t ever see in your dreams because they’re usually fucking weird.

He takes a step toward you and you don’t cower, something you avoid doing in your dreams, but when he bends down and keeps his gaze on your face, lifting up the towel to pull over your shoulders, you gasp, an immense cool draft causing goosebumps to prickle your skin.

He stands up to his full height, burying his hands in his pocket and cocking his head to the side, the orange glow from your lamp illuminates half his face, a face you know uncharacteristically well.

Your mouth hangs open, trembling as you try to find your words.

“A-Are you my guardian angel?”

Given the chance, as you’ve discussed with Seokjin, this is what you would ask him when you can use your voice and to your excitement, you actually hear yourself say the words.

He blinks twice and you can’t be mistaken, not with his cherubic features and soft eyes, angled jaw and plump, pink lips.

“Yes,” he whispers, after a few beats of silence, like a puff of air, slight lisp to the word.

You want to jump for joy but you’re rooted to the spot, unable to break the eye-contact between you. He feels familiar, something akin to an old friend you’ve reunited with after a long time, it makes your heart soar and you know you might be out of your wits but you read a lot on angels and their symbolism ever since his appearances became frequent.

“You can see me?” He enquires, taking a step back to look down at his clothes, sporting the same black suit, gold embroidered on the collar, nothing less of an angel.

“Yeah,” you laugh, fingers straining with how hard you’re clenching the towel around your body, but you don’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed around him, even as his gleaming eyes trail up your figure.

“How?”

Your eyebrows furrow, slightly puzzled by his reaction.

“I could always see you,” you inform, noticing the way his eyes skate from one end of your room to the other then back to your face, lips parted.

“I know but not— I mean,” he runs his fingers through his hair, silver rings adorning each digit.

He cups his hand over his mouth, staring out the window before pacing from one end of the room to the other. You use the time to fully clothe yourself and lower onto your bed tentatively. He freezes. Doing a full 180 turn before sitting down next to you. The only scent that fills your nostrils is your own shower gel. Oddly comfortable around this ethereal being, you poke his cheek, soft, pillowy and rosy.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” he says to himself, before turning to you and your breath gets caught in your throat again at his beauty.

“W-What?”

He blinks at you, gaze winding from your face to his hands that are pressed to his knees, deep in thought.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” he repeats, “but I can be here.”

“Here? As in the planes of Earth? Welcome,” you laugh nervously, staring him down.

He seems to consider your words, then turns to you, and from the proximity, your heart skips a beat. This is your guardian angel. Your guardian angel? In your dreams, he would always be watching you, observing you, was that an indication that he was always present? Protecting and caring from afar? Warding off evil?

A smile begins to stretch his lips, the most disarming smile you have ever seen, and you have no choice but to return it.

He rises from your bed and you follow him, still smiling at the angel who keeps his hands in his pockets as he makes his way out of your room not before pausing at your door to say over his shoulder:

“You should go to sleep.”

“Where will you go?” You shout, panicking after he disappears down your hallway.

“I’ll sleep out here, on your couch,” he calls, silvery voice reaching your ears.

“Do angels sleep?”

He fluffs up the cushion and pulls over the throw you keep on the backrest of your couch, preparing for bed while you watch with confusion.

“Sometimes,” he smiles, eyes crinkling enough to have all your questions washing away, “get to bed, you have an early morning.”

“Okay. Goodnight,” you survey the lounge, wondering if the couch would be comfortable enough for him.

“Goodnight,” he winks, enough to make your heart stutter in your chest.

That night, you fight for sleep, the nagging thought that your guardian angel is sleeping in your lounge does not ease your mind.

What is going on? Why does your guardian angel have this effect on you? It’s preposterous! What is he even doing here? How are you so comfortable around him? He was just a man who would appear in your dreams and you don’t know his name! But he’s not just any man, he’s your guardian angel and it could make sense that you’ve cottoned to him this fast.

He emits a sense of peace, and his smile is pasted in your thoughts as you drift off to sleep.

While you rest, he approaches you with the same simper, palms curving around your shoulders as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“My name is Jimin.”

“Do you…eat?”

You’re pouring cereal into a bowl, jealous that he’s so bright-eyed while your eyes are burning with lack of sleep.

“Not really,” he pulls the bowl you had just topped up with milk toward him, shoving a spoonful into his mouth, “but I can.”

“Th—” You gawk at him, wondering how he can just steal your breakfast and get away with it by grinning at you.

Reaching for another bowl in your cupboard, you repeat the process and take the seat opposite him, narrowing your eyes in his direction.

“Will you…be with…come with me today? I mean to campus and work and—”

“Yeah, that’s kind of my job. But don’t worry, I’ll be invisible,” he chuckles, lifting the bowl to slurp up the milk noisily.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or—"

His eyelashes flutter as he fixes his gaze on you, licking the milk from his bottom lip.

“I’m not joking. I’m supposed to be with you all day, every day, silly.”

And so he is, an unusual companion on your way to campus, occupying the empty space behind you in your lectures, when you’re standing in line to get your coffee, as you’re making your way to the library and with each passing minute, your questions keep piling but you only have a chance to ask him when you’re sitting across each other in the muted library, students with their noses buried in thick, monotonous textbooks, uncaring of who’s sitting next to them.

You glance at the girl sitting a few desks away from you, knowing that she won’t be able to hear or see you talk to air that is now leaning back in his chair, arm draped across the back while he busies himself with studying your face.

“Go ahead,” he smiles, leaning forward on his elbows, “I can tell you have a few questions.”

You clear your throat, slightly peeved that he knew what was running through your mind before you could say anything at all.

Voice above a whisper, you dip your chin and cover your mouth with your laptop screen, “where are your wings?”

Head thrown back with mirth, his laugh rings loud and you bristle at the sound, despite knowing that no one can hear him.

“What?”

He wipes a tear with his pinky finger, “nothing, you wanna know where my wings are.”

Your mouth quirks to the side, eyebrows pinching together, “yeah…I do.”

He takes a peek over his shoulder, “guess they disappeared.”

That doesn’t answer your question, but you move on to the next, pulling the seat of your chair to scoot closer to the table.

“How come no one else can see you?”

“Well,” he sighs, drumming his fingers on the table, “I’m your guardian angel.”

You splutter, “so that means you’re only visible to me?”

He nods, “mhm, guess so.”

“Why did you appear now? When I’ve been seeing you in my dreams for yea—”

“Ugh,” he bangs a fist on the table, startling you, “this is all so boring. Why don’t you ask me some juicy questions?”

Your eyes go wide, “juicy?”

“Yeah, like—”

So engrossed in your interrogation, you don’t notice the tall figure approaching your desk until he’s standing behind Jimin who stops talking upon noticing that your attention is drawn somewhere behind him.

“Hey,” Namjoon smiles, clutching a stack of files to his chest, “I wanted to apologize for last night.”

You roll your eyes, refocusing on your laptop screen, “it’s fine.”

“Uhm, who were you talking to just now?”

Biting your lip, your eyes dart to Jimin who waves a hand dismissively.

“Say you were studying. You know, you’re a verbal learner.”

You parrot his words to Namjoon who squints his eyes for a second then nods.

He places a hand on the back of Jimin’s chair, “can I sit here? I promise I won’t disturb you.”

“Tell him that this seat’s taken.”

“That seat is taken,” you exclaim, acknowledging your words after you see Namjoon’s baffled expression.

He rubs his forehead, mumbling out your name exasperatedly, “I said I was sorry, for everything. Why can’t we just start over? A clean slate.”

You groan, “Namjoon, please. Just g—”

“Fine,” he whispers, “I’ll go.”

Watching him walk through the shelves, you can’t help but notice the way his shoulders sag.

“I don’t like that guy,” Jimin informs, adjusting his blazer, “you shouldn’t associate with him.”

“I don’t associate with him, he’s my ex.”

You see his eyebrow jump, as if he knows something you wouldn’t want him to know.

“Why don’t you like him anyway?”

He shrugs, placing his hands behind his head, “just gives me bad vibes.”

If your guardian angel advises that you should stay away from someone, you would listen to him. And all thoughts of getting back together with Namjoon evaporate upon hearing his words.

The lovely surprise at work is your best friend standing behind the counter wearing your apron, sorting through the loose change in the register.

“Jinnnn,” you yell, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your cheek into his back, “what are you doing here?”

“My uncle couldn’t find a replacement for Jay, so I had to cover his shift,” he yawns, wiggling out of your hold.

“And you’re here to cover my shift too?”

He makes a noise of surprise, “no.”

You click your tongue over-dramatically, pouting at him, “why not?”

“Because then, I’ll be a zombie, you know,” he holds out his arms, mumbling incoherent words while taking sluggish steps toward you.

You giggle, “okay okay, I get it.”

“So how have you been? Seen your dream guy recently?” He nudges your shoulder, wearing the most suggestive smile he can manage.

Your cheeks heat, eyes shifting to Jimin who stands on the other side of the counter, scanning the sweet jars. By his smirk, you can tell that he heard what Seokjin said.

“Ah,” you shove his shoulder, busying yourself with untying his apron to transfer it onto your body, “no.”

“Don’t lie! I know you saw him! Wait, was he fully naked this time? I swear your dreams get better and better!”

“Seokjin!” You cover his mouth with your hand, cheeks flashing impossibly hot with the way Jimin watches with lidded eyes, rubbing the side of his nose with his knuckle. You can tell that he’s fighting his smile.

“What?” He pulls away, ears going red while he fights you off, “the other night you were talking about how your dreams are better than reality and you wish that someone as handsome as him would fu—”

“Stop! I saw him! Okay?!”

He grins, “and?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? I told you that I think he’s my guardian angel or some shit.”

You peer over Seokjin’s shoulder to see Jimin with his hands clasped behind his back, sauntering through the aisles.

“And your guardian angel is sexy? I wonder what my guardian angel looks like,” he mumbles, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“I read that they vary, yours is probably some ancient who gave up on you,” you laugh, earning a glare from Seokjin who doesn’t see the donation box near the entrance and slams his foot into the wood.

He yelps, bending down to rub his foot through his sandals while you double over with laughter.

“See!”

“You’re so fucking—”

“Bye!”

He gives you the finger as he passes the display window, while you’re still recovering from your giggles.

“You know you’re cute when you laugh like that.”

You whip your head around, blushing when you notice Jimin’s amused smile.

“Thank you…”

He winks, “you’re welcome.”

He comes around the counter, sitting up on a shelf, “guess it’s just us again.”

“Yeah, but not for long, this place gets busy around 10-11ish.”

“Not that busy.”

“Busier than usual,” you counter.

“You’re just saying that because you’re afraid of being all alone out here.”

You freeze, about to deny his statement then purse your lips because he’s right. You are deathly afraid of a gang walking in and destroying this place or kidnapping you, or worse.

He jumps off the shelf and leans in close, ring clad fingers skimming down the side of your face.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmurs, voice tender, “I’m here to protect you, remember?”

You draw in a breath, gazing into his orbs that seem to keep you under a spell until he breaks it when you nod, moving away to sit on the stool beside the window.

“B-But what will you do? If anything does happen? Do you have powers?” You enquire offhandedly, curiosity spilling from your lips.

He plucks a caramel candy from the jar, and you surge forward to take it out of his hands.

“The camera will pick it up! I don’t want to be reprimanded for floating stock!”

In a second, he takes the caramel back from you and pops it into his mouth, pointing to the camera behind you.

“That camera doesn’t work,” he speaks around the sweet. You follow his finger, squinting at the device.

“So. When Seokjin said that I shouldn’t worry, he lied!”

Jimin snorts, “the other cameras work, this one doesn’t.”

“Mr. Kim said he monitors the store from his house. You mean to tell me that he can’t see anything that happens behind this counter?”

“No. He can’t.”

“Cool,” you reach forward and take a caramel sweet for yourself, pausing when you see Jimin raise an eyebrow, “these are supposed to be free anyway.”

The rest of the evening is filled with giggles, except for when someone walks in, and you’re forced to abandon your new friend who makes your evenings less tedious. Who knew having your guardian angel around would be this much fun? Constantly judging the customers’ choices of snacks and guessing what they would most likely do after they leave the store.

“I can tell you that he won’t even get through a single chip before he’s falling off to sleep and it’s spilling all over his rugs.”

You gasp, “Mr. Lee may be old, but he has more energy than me on some days.”

“Pair him up with a heater and his favorite armchair,” Jimin sniggers, standing behind you now, watching you wipe down the refrigerators.

The sound of the bell above the door notifies that someone has entered the store and when you return to the front, you see pink hair guy, he’s wearing a black cap and parka tonight.

You ring him up and hand him his change when Jimin speaks into your ear.

“Ask him for his name.”

You jump a bit, unintentionally catching pink hair guy’s attention.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” you squeak, “uhm, what’s your name?”

He sets his beers down on the counter, “Min Yoongi.”

“Cool.”

Jimin groans, “cool? I can tell you like this guy and he’s into you too. You’re behaving like an imbecile. Ask him something.”

You want to ask him how he knows that he’s into you but Yoongi shoots you a perplexed look.

Ignoring the way Jimin’s lips graze your ear, you panic when Yoongi lifts the beers again, and you think great, you’ve weirded him out, before he’s facing you again.

“I’m having a small thing on Saturday night, you should come.”

“Oh. Where?”

He juts his head in the direction of the door and you only now notice the tattoo creeping up the side of his neck.

“Down by TM Lounge,” he replies, while your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, unable to stop your words.

“TM Lounge? Isn’t that place like, dangerous, it’s south of here,” you laugh, smile falling when he shakes his head and chuckles, the sound taunting you a bit.

“Okay,” he rasps, boots hitting the flooring with loud thumps as he makes his way back to you, mouth raised in a smirk, “if you’re so afraid, you shouldn’t be talking to me.”

You gulp, “why?”

He laughs, making his way back out the door, “I’ll pick you up from here. 1AM.”

Immediately after his van rolls away, you punch Jimin’s shoulder, “why did you make me do that?!”

“Hey! You’re not supposed to harm your guardian angel!”

You rub his shoulder, “sorry. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” he smiles, keeping his hand over yours, “I think that guy would be fun for you.”

“What? You’re my wingman now?”

“I’m your winglessman.”

“That was terrible.”

Proud of his own joke, Jimin slaps his thigh, earrings swishing around as he slips off the stool in cachinnation.

“I did nothing, you did it all by yourself.”

It’s not like you’re going on a date or anything, it’s a casual party at a bar. You don’t go all out with your outfit or makeup and aren’t annoyed that you would be tired after your shift at work and then would have to go to this random party with a complete stranger. It’s not like you at all, but Jimin is there to encourage you and maybe it’s due to the fact that he’s around which has helped your fear die down a bit.

After a week of avoiding Namjoon and stuffing your face with caramels, the time has arrived where Yoongi has you in his car while you’re driving off to a bar you’ve never been to before, and when you give him that piece of information, he says that it’ll be fun.

Jimin sits in the backseat, providing some relief to your tension when you’re parking off outside the obstreperous bar, neon lights blinking above the face brick building.

You told Seokjin that you’d be going to a party with Yoongi, but you left out the venue, mostly because he would advise against it. Maybe you should’ve told him, just in case.

The air is thick inside the dingy building, clouds of smoke swirling around men and women who empty their glasses, a few shattering to the floor with roaring laughter punctuating the ear piercing shrills. Yoongi greets a few people before ushering you to the bar with an arm slung over your shoulder.

“Want a drink?”

“Yeah.”

You’re constantly fisting your shirt, a nervous habit which is halted by Jimin’s gentle hand, “relax.”

“Hey,” Yoongi turns to you, “you okay? You seem a bit tense.”

You nod, “yeah, I just…never been here before,” you repeat, chuckling emptily.

Yoongi places a hand on your thigh, his piercing eyes seem to soften as he dips his head to connect your gazes.

“Relax, we’ll just order a couple of drinks and be out of here. Okay? Try to have some fun.”

Try to have some fun. Loosen up. Stop being uptight. What everyone has been saying to you since you were a kid.

You tilt your head back and down your drink, wincing at the burn before ordering another round, and another, until your heels are off and you’re staggering out of the bar and Yoongi’s pressing you into the hood of his car, hands wandering up your shirt just as yours tug on his cap, kissing up his neck.

Through your fogged mind, you don’t miss the way Jimin watches how you tear his clothes off just as he does with yours, how Yoongi throws your legs over his shoulders and carries you to pleasure with his lips and tongue, how you sink your teeth into his skin while you bounce on his lap, and you watch him too, you’re louder for him too.

The next morning, you rouse with a bitter taste in your mouth and a crick in your neck, head thrumming even more after the bright light hits your eyes.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

“Morning,” you groan.

“Morning,” another voice grumbles, much closer, into your hair.

You jolt upright, body covered by a khaki jacket and only then do bits and pieces from last night enter your mind. Jimin hands you your jeans from the front seat while you put on your shirt, squinting out the window at the bar that seems harmless in the sunlight.

Yoongi sits up, hair unkempt, silver chain resting between his pecs. You would’ve been salivating at the sight, but you don’t have time because you’re too embarrassed, frantically searching for your bra.

“Last night was nice,” he smiles, not even bothering to get dressed.

“Yeah,” you laugh half-heartedly, thanking Jimin silently when he points to your bra under the seat.

“But…you kept calling me someone else. Guess you were really drunk,” he chuckles while your eyes go as large as saucers.

“W-What? Who…What did I call you?”

You sure hope it wasn’t Namj—

“Jimin. Or something.”

If you weren’t embarrassed then, you are now. You want to disappear from the face of the Earth, but he would probably haunt you there too.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We all have that one ex.”

Except he isn’t your ex. He’s your fucking guardian angel.

You refuse to look up from your phone, busying yourself with replying to Seokjin’s texts.

“Anyway, uhm, I have to go to work so…”

“Oh, could you drop me off at my apartment?”

Yoongi nods, pulling on his jeans and white T-shirt before stepping out of the car, while you’re dealing with one of the worst situations that tops your list of embarrassing moments in your life.

“So…” Jimin bumps your shoulder while you’re forced to stare out the window.

“No.”

There is something utterly wrong with you, that’s the only plausible explanation to your growing feelings for your guardian angel, a harmless man who is sweet by nature, which your weak heart twists into something completely different.

As the weeks pass by, your dreams become more shameful, and you find it difficult to face him each morning. It’s confusing, you can’t tell if it’s him in your dreams or your mind winds the innocent moments into sinful positions.

He would ask for a bite of your sandwich, sleeves rolled up as he leans down to cover the corner with his mouth, eyes glued to yours when he licks his lips, and your panties would stick to your core, face going hot. Even as he wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, innocently.

You would be sitting at your desk, typing away and he’d be sprawled across your bed, innocuously, while salacious thoughts wheedle into your brain and obscure your concentration. You asked, nonchalantly, if he could read your mind. He said that he couldn’t, but he can detect the slightest changes in energy. After hearing that, you tried your best to tame any and all obscenities that would fill your mind.

Other then your putrid musings, it was pleasant to have him around, despite the fact that you needed to add more groceries to your cart when shopping. He would be there to comfort you when you’re oddly lachrymose after watching another romance movie, patting your head and cuddling you into his chest.

Even now, after he had offered to brush your hair, holding the comb daintily while the bristles sweep through the knots, eyes set on yours in the reflection.

No one, except yourself and your mother when you were unable to complete the task by yourself, had brushed your hair before, a sense of intimacy settling in your heart, comforted by his gentle gaze.

However, not even your guardian angel could shield you from the onslaught of humiliation, gifted by your parents.

“So, did you and that Namjoon boy make up?”

You sigh, thanking Jimin silently when he sets down your hairbrush, “no.”

Your mother yells your name into the speaker while you’re rushing out of your room, hoping Jimin wouldn’t hear the insults you’re about to receive.

“Typical, can’t even keep a man for herself,” she jibes, no doubt speaking to your father who spews his own remarks. “And your degree? Or certificate? I hope you aren’t wasting time there.”

“Yes,” you mumble, wanting the call to be over, “I hope to graduate by the end of this year.”

“We hope so. At least you’ll have something to your name. You know your sister, she already has a job and is getting married next March. So you don’t have to worry about giving us grandchildren for now,” she laughs, prickling at your heart.

You’re accustomed to their disparaging remarks, but why does it feel like your heart is weeping.

“We know you’re very fit to give us grandchildren, but focus on your studies for now,” your father advises, “but try to make things right with Namjoon, his family is rich.”

“I don’t need his family’s wealth,” you grit, patience wearing thin.

“You know your arrogance is why you’re living alone.”

Unwanted emotions brim your eyes, hand trembling as you hold the phone to your ear.

“No one would want to marry a selfish woman like you. Left her family because she was too proud.”

“I left because I was sick and tired of being compared to my successful cousins and sister! I couldn’t deal with the stress of having unsupportive parents and being constantly written off as a disappointment!” You sob, tears trailing down your cheeks freely.

You hear your father click his tongue, “this is why we don’t call you.”

“Then stop calling!”

You hang up, sinking to your knees, palms pressing into your eyes, “stop calling! Stop calling me!”

“Hey, hey,” Jimin grips your elbows, crouching down beside you, “what’s wrong?”

You wipe your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie, shaking your head, “I—I just…” More tears prevent you from finishing your sentence, hiccups bubbling from your lips until he gathers you in his arms, cheek pressing into yours.

“Shush, it’s okay,” he hums, palm smoothing down your head until your cries subside.

You grip the front of his shirt and pull away, head tilted back, “Jimin?”

His eyes scan every inch of your face, icy skin pressed to yours, “yes?”

Your gaze drops to his lips in answer, dizzy with emotions when you lean in and let your lips touch, eyes slipping shut until you’re enveloped by darkness.

Then.

Black.

If it wasn’t for the breeze hitting your back, you would’ve been deep in slumber, the muffled voices waking you fully.

Regaining consciousness, you find it hard to gauge your surroundings with the ruthless wind hitting your face, hair whipping back until you feel a hand around your waist, keeping you flush against a cold surface, a body.

Finally, the wind simmers down and you manage to open your eyes, heart leaping to your throat when you find that you’re floating off the ground, except the ground is nowhere in sight.

“You did a terrible job! You can’t put that on me.”

Jimin’s voice catches your attention, and only then do you realize that he’s carrying you with your face pressed into his neck.

“This is not our fault, things like this happen. Humans can be fallible.”

“Jimin?” You mumble, lifting your head and almost slipping into unconsciousness for the second time when you take in the sight before you.

“Hey, relax, we’re just have a talk,” he soothes which proves to be ineffective because you’re amazed by his dark, colossal wings, wisping through the night air.

“We’re not having a talk, we’re here to rescue you from this devil,” a deeper voice from behind you says.

You choke on your gasp when you see two men, with even larger, white wings hovering a few feet away.

“You— You’re—”

“Yes,” one of them say with a nod, round, doe eyes closing in affirmation, “we are your guardian angels.”

“What?” You whisper, head snapping from Jimin to the two men who seem to radiate too much light, doing nothing to untangle your thoughts. “But Jimin is my guardian angel.”

The one to your left, emitting a greater sense of power, laughs, “no, he isn’t. I am Taehyung and this is Jungkook. We are your guardian angels,” he repeats.

“Then,” you tighten your hold around Jimin’s neck, blinking at him, “who is he?”

He purses his lips, then smiles, “surprise!”

“Wha…”

You narrow your eyes at the two unfamiliar faces, “how can I have three guardian angels?”

Jungkook scoffs, smacking Taehyung with the back of his hand, “she’s doubting us and still thinks that he’s her guardian angel. Terrible.”

“Hey,” Taehyung scolds, “we aren’t supposed to pass any judgement, let’s leave that to someone else.”

“What are you saying?”

You’re thoroughly confused, mostly because a) you’re floating among the clouds, b) there are two very handsome beings claiming to be your guardian angels and c) Jimin has black wings compared to the white.

Taehyung sighs, cascading with Jungkook closer to you.

“We are your guardian angels and—”

“It’s incredibly silly to think that he was! His apocryphal presence should surely hint that whatever he had said to you was false!” Jungkook yells, irritation clear on his face.

Your mouth hangs open before your attention is drawn back to Taehyung who glares at his companion.

“Like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” he tugs on the lapels of his ivory suit jacket, “we are your true guardian angels, existing to protect you from evil and absorb your pain and sorrows.”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nods, pushing his hair away from his forehead, “that’s why you’ve become more sensitive these days.”

“So where were you?”

“What?” They say in unison, exchanging looks.

“If you’re my guardian angels, why weren’t you…doing what you’re supposed to do?”

Jimin sniggers.

“Things become complicated when there’s another being involved,” Taehyung informs, pointing to Jimin, “especially when it’s someone like him.”

“And we were waiting for the right moment to intervene,” Jungkook adds.

You tilt your head to look at Jimin, face a few inches away from his, “someone like him?”

“Yes. Incubi have their ways to slither right under out noses until it’s too late.”

“Incubi?”

“Wow,” Jungkook groans, “she really is clueless.”

Taehyung shoves Jungkook, “don’t mind him, he’s new to all this.”

Jimin is an incubus? You haven’t read much about them, except their definition. You feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

“Is that why—”

“Yes, that is why you were experiencing those dreams which are out of our bounds.”

Jimin wraps his arm around your shoulders, still wearing his dazzling smile.

“But…he didn’t hurt me or anything.”

“I will never hurt you,” he coaxes, fingers brushing your chin.

Taehyung calls your name, hands held behind his back, wearing a blank expression.

“The effects of his Charm have already sunk, so we’re here to present you with two choices which will decide your fate.”

You gulp, gazing into the twinkling lights below you then nodding.

“The first: life goes back to the way it was, your dreams are wiped away along with the effects of Jimin and his Charm. The man who visits you at your workplace remains a stranger and your life is just as it was.”

Before you have time to consider the first choice, he continues.

“The consequences: you reunite with your past lover and live a successful life away from your family who still believe you to be worth nothing more than a shadow.”

He narrates the words with no feeling, eyes void of emotion. You look at Jimin who offers a weak smile, still holding you impossibly close.

“The second choice,” Jungkook begins, “you return to Earth with this demon and allow him to be present in your life, cherished and doted upon while you ignore every other being due to his Charm.”

“You want that? Do you want me?” Jimin whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

You suck in a deep breath before turning to Jungkook who goes on to say:

“The consequences: you lead a prosperous life yet filled with avarice, deteriorating health with the constant consumma—”

Jimin noses along your jaw with Jungkook’s voice fading into the dark, just as he bobs in the air, wings cutting through the clouds.

“I…”

Taehyung soars toward you, offering a hand, “your choice?”

You turn to Jimin who seems to already know your answer with the way he descends, Taehyung and Jungkook’s figures appearing smaller and smaller.

“We’ll be keeping an eye on you,” Jungkook calls before they spin around and blip away with a spark mimicking two shooting stars.

In a blink, you’re in your lounge, still gripping onto Jimin’s shirt, lips caressing his moist mouth, fingers pressing into your elbows.

“You want me,” he breathes, voice lowering in pitch.

He cups your cheeks, thumbs rubbing into your skin, glowing eyes that should be frightening piercing into yours.

“Yes,” you murmur, accepting his hand as he pulls you down the hall and into your room.

All you’re focused on is him, the way he pulls off your hoodie and rolls your shorts down, lips skimming your thighs until you’re parting your legs for him while he pushes you onto the mattress that feels softer than usual.

He lifts your foot up to his mouth, pecking the delicate skin around your ankle.

By now you’re putty in his hands, panties growing damp and uncomfortable when he nips at the meat of your thighs, kneading the flesh until you’re squirming under him.

“Jimin…”

His tongue darts out to lick at the dip between your pussy and thigh, wetting the skin in languid circles. Your hips raise off the bed, heat building in your core, whines spilling into the chilly wind that billows out your diaphanous curtains. The moon is nowhere to be seen, just you and him amongst the inky skies, want coursing through your veins with each slide of his hands up your stomach to rest on your perked nipples.

He massages your mounds as he rids you off your underwear with his teeth, slipping down your legs. You keen when his cool breath hits your swollen folds, back arching from just the thought of having his mouth on your throbbing cunt.

Your legs are being locked around his neck, clit covered by his stare which is slick with your juices.

“Such a pretty cunt. Glad I get to taste you now,” that’s the only warning you get before his tongue rolls up your folds, fingers digging into your thighs as he lifts your hips off the bed, your shoulders and head pressing into the sheets as he devours your leaking hole.

You reach for his hair as his nose presses against your clit. He mouths at your pulsating slit, holding you to his face, moaning into your cunt while you’re crying out his name. More and more of your slick drips into his mouth with each wiggle of his tongue against your clit until the knot builds and builds, shivering in pleasure, sweat beading on your forehead and neck.

He slurps and drinks up your juices, eyes flickering up to watch as you crumble beneath him, moaning when he sticks out his tongue and smooths along your folds at breakneck speed. The sight alone is enough to tip you over the edge, drenching his face as your cunt pulses against his tongue, heels pressing into his back.

He hums into your heat, and pulls away when you twitch, a string of his saliva and your cum snaps from his mouth and hits your thigh. You gasp at the sensation.

“You taste even better than you smell,” he growls, unmarred skin weighing on yours. You mewl with the pressure, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him fervently.

He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, hands sliding across your forearms to press them into the bed, tongue swirling around yours, earning breathy moans into his mouth.

Enslaved by his tongue, you feel an essence fill your womb just as he taps your clit with the head of dusty pink cock, smoothing around a mix of precum and your juices.

“Gonna fill you up with my cock,” he husks, kneeling on the bed as he runs the shaft of his cock through your folds, “so fucking beautiful, all laid out for me like this.”

You want to tell him that he looks even more beautiful in the dull lighting filtering through the door, but he’s sinking into your cunt. When you try to grip his shoulders, you’re unable to move your hands from where they rest on either side of your head, but the pleasure overthrows your panic, gasping as he draws his hips back.

He presses his chest to yours, hands nudging up your arms until they’re straight above your head.

“Shush,” he rolls his hips, gripping your jaw and pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, eyes blazing with lust, “surrender yourself to me.”

Your eyes scrunch shut when he grazes your sweet spot, mouth hanging open when the tug in your womb seems to amplify with each drag of his cock against your ridged walls.

“Fuck,” you whisper, able to lift your hips, meeting his thrusts as he flexes his.

“That’s it, you take my cock so well,” he grunts, sharp nails tweaking your nipple while his mouth attacks the other, tongue flicking across the bud.

You’re breathless, walls fluttering around his cock when his thrusts quicken, snapping into your cunt, nipples burning with his assault.

“Cum for me,” he grits. His nails sink into your shoulders, a shriek being thrown out of your lungs when he drags them up your arms, pressing into your palms.

Tears dot your eyes, the pressure building in your abdomen, thighs shaking around his waist and when his fingers swipe against your clit, the heat builds and builds, walls closing around him when a sharp breath escapes your lips and into his mouth, whimpering as you cum around his cock.

A satisfied ‘ah’ leaves his slick lips as he throws his head back and shoots thick ropes of cum into you, hips stilling. You regain feeling in your arms when he flops down beside you, hands smoothing up and down your back.

It isn’t like you to feel this exhausted after sex, but you find your eyes growing heavy, even more after he lifts you onto his chest and covers you with the blanket.

“Have a good sleep,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head which has a small smile lifting the corners of your mouth, “it won’t be long.”

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Shadows in the Graveyard | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: supernatural, smut, established relationship, crack, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, very very brief gore (description of an undead creature and its eventual demise), some terrible puns (I was possessed by the spirit of Kim Seokjin)

Word Count: 10K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: You and your boyfriend are driving back from a trip to the haunted corn maze, headed home for a big Halloween bash, when a blown-out tire derails your evening. Stranded in the middle of the woods, Jimin promises you he’ll still make it worth your while - but that’s only if you survive whatever the dark shadows chanting in the old graveyard have resurrected.

A/N: This was written for Jimin’s Sunset Spooktober, a collab celebrating Jimin’s birthday month, featuring brilliant authors, compelling stories, and a unique spin on Halloween! Please check out the collab link and be sure to give the authors your love! This is unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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You were going to kill him. You were absolutely going to kill him. RIP Park Jimin.

In less than two hours, you were supposed to be heading to the Pumpkin Bash, the biggest and best Halloween party that your boyfriend’s old college roommate Taehyung threw annually. Hands down, it was your favorite night of the entire year. Taehyung spared no expense, turning his house into a fright night wonderland.

In addition to being elaborately decorated, the event was always packed to the rafters and ended with an insanely competitive costume contest. You and Jimin had won the best couple trophy the last two years in a row, and you had no intention of losing tonight.

This year, you were going as a swashbuckling pirate and the sexy male siren luring her to her doom. Sure, maybe your outfit was an excuse to wear a tight corset and thigh high boots so you could torment Jimin, and maybe Jimin's was a flimsy pretense to walk around shirtless and flirt with others to drive you wild. But that just showed what a great team you were, always working together to achieve your goals. Like winning trophies. And having mind-blowing sex after teasing each other all night long.

Your handmade costumes were hanging at your apartment, just waiting to be donned. But it was starting to look like they would be abandoned, considering how you were currently marooned on the side of the road sixty miles from home, in the middle of the woods. Not a sign of civilization in sight.

It had been Jimin’s idea for the two of you to visit a haunted corn maze at a farm in a nearby county. He'd burst into the kitchen one afternoon while you were making lunch, excitedly handing you his phone so that you could read the ad.

“Haunted Corn Maze, every Friday and Saturday night at Seokjin’s Pumpkin Patch, open dusk till dawn. Trick-or-treat yourself to a howling good time! We’ll give you PUMPKIN to talk about - you’ll scream “Oh my GOURD!” in aMAIZEment!” You’d tossed the phone back to him with a roll of your eyes. “Oh god, really? I’m tempted to pass on the basis of those terrible puns alone.”

"Oh, come on!” Jimin had wheedled, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “Doesn’t it sound like fun? And look - they’re open on Halloween, so we can go before the party. There's a blood moon that night - it'll make the maze extra scary!”

“On Halloween?” You’d frowned, snatching his phone to reread the post. “The pumpkin patch is pretty far away. Will we have enough time for both?”

“We’ll have plenty of time,” Jimin promised. He’d reclined against the counter, winking at you pompously. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but I happen to be an expert at mazes. We’ll be back home before you know it.”

“Mmm, I don’t know,” you retorted. “I’ve seen you play Pac-Man at the barcade.”

He scoffed. “That game doesn’t count. Plus, there are ghosts in there!”

Your lips twitched. Winding him up was too easy sometimes. “Right, and this is a haunted maze!”

“Baby! Come on. Pleeeease?” He’d puffed out his plump lower lip, signature pout combining with those lethal eyes to hit you with a one-two punch that knocked out any other objections.

You’d sighed dramatically in defeat. “Okay, fine, I guess we can go.”

Jimin had whooped, gorgeous smile lighting up his face as his eyes crinkled shut in glee. Then he'd advanced on you, hands outstretched as he howled like a ghoul. You'd run, letting him catch you, and giggled as he’d tickled you senseless.

Protests about the corny jokes aside, you’d already decided you wanted to go as soon as he’d mentioned it. The idea of spending a spooky evening with your boyfriend under the crisp autumn skies delighted you. If nothing else, it sounded like a great excuse to dress up in your coziest fall attire and snuggle up to your man as you tried to avoid all the frights in the maze.

And it turned out that you were right, but it was Jimin who clung to you the whole time, jumping and screaming in terror at every ghost and demon that haunted the cornfield. You only laughed a little, knowing that if it were a clown chasing you instead of a farmhand poorly dressed as a vampire, you’d be shrieking just as loudly.

By the time you’d left the pumpkin patch, you were exhilarated, giddy from the joy of the day so far, and excited knowing that there was still so much more to come. You could not wait to get to the party.

But half an hour into your trip home, a deafening “BANG” had startled you both. The car had jerked violently across the center lines before Jimin managed to pull safely to the side of the road, where you saw that one of the tires had blown out.

"Well, fuck," Jimin swore as he’d inspected the shredded treads. "This could've been a lot worse. Thank god we weren't on a busy road. If someone had been in the other lane...." His voice faltered as he stood, drawing you into his arms and dropping a kiss on the top of your head as you hugged him back.

"Yeah, we're okay.” You’d glimpsed at the time on your phone. “But we're still an hour from home and it's getting late. I wanted to wash all the cornfield off me before we put on our costumes, plus we need to do our makeup, and oh yeah, eat dinner before Tae’s party,” you added as your empty stomach churned audibly.

“Relax, baby.” Jimin had smiled reassuringly at you, eyes sparkling with confidence as he tried to ease your worries. “It won’t take me long to get the spare tire on. We’ll be back on the road in a few minutes!” He’d rolled up the sleeves of his fitted grey henley, flashing his muscular forearms as opened the trunk of his car and bent over to pry the spare tire from its spot under the mat of the trunk.

Then he'd straightened back up and given you another smile, one that was a lot less reassuring and more worryingly apologetic.

“Uh, jagiya?”

Not a promising sign. He only ever used that term of endearment when you were fucking or fighting, and you sure weren't fucking at the moment. You'd grimaced. “Yes?”

Jimin had closed the trunk, then leaned against it. “Remember when I got that flat a few months ago, and I had to use the spare tire, but I drove on the spare for too long and then it got a flat, and when I took it to the shop, I only had enough to pay for a new tire, not a new tire and a spare, so I told you to remind me the next time I got paid that I needed to replace the spare?” He'd cringed, running his fingers through his dark hair. “And you did remind me, because you are an angel and a perfect girlfriend and I love you, but then I got distracted buying those concert tickets for that show Jungkook wanted to go to?”

You'd exhaled loudly. “Park. Jimin. You're telling me you don't have a spare?”

Your boyfriend was the type of person who loved lavishing his friends with gifts. His selfless nature was one of the many things you cherished about him.

When his friend Jungkook had lamented that he couldn’t afford tickets to his favorite rap trio Cypher’s latest tour, Jimin had seized the opportunity to treat him. Could you really be mad at him for being so generous?

Yes. Yes you could.

“I’m sorry!” He’d held up his hands defensively, trying to block the glare that you'd leveled at him.

“Sorry isn’t going to get us home!”

“I didn’t mean to forget!” he’d pointed out, and you’d grit your teeth.

As irked as you were, there was no point in fighting - it wouldn't get you home any faster.

You’d pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing. “I know. I know you didn’t. It’s fine, we’ll just call a ride and come back for the car tomorrow.” You gave him a look. “After we visit a shop to purchase a spare.”

Swiping on your phone, you'd opened the rideshare app and waited to see how close the nearest ride was.

And waited. And waited.

“Uh…” you'd trailed off, checking your service. Nothing. Not a single bar. Not even your cellular data appeared to be working. How was that even possible? “Do you have any service?”

Jimin eyed his phone and shook his head. “Nope.” He glanced up and down the road and you followed his gaze. No buildings in sight. The highway underneath your feet was nestled between two mountains, darting through rolling woods. “We must be in a dead zone.”

Yep. You were going to kill him.

Fifteen minutes later, still sitting on the side of the road, watching your boyfriend wave his phone in the air as he hunted futilely for a signal, you told him so.

“Hey, it’s not like I planned this!” he objected. “You can’t blame me for a flat tire.”

“You’re right, I can’t blame you for that. I can blame you for buying those tickets and never replacing the spare, though.”

Jimin relented. "I guess that's fair. In my defense, it was an amazing concert." You bit your tongue, swallowing a snappy comeback as he lowered his phone in frustration.

“So now what?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to say we might be stuck here for the night, but…”

“Then don’t,” you interrupted irately. The thought of having to camp out in the car made your eye twitch. Besides, what would you do in the morning? You still wouldn’t be able to make a call. A dead zone was a dead zone, no matter what the time of day.

Jimin drummed his fingers on the roof of the car. "Didn't we pass a gas station a few miles back? Maybe we can get a signal there."

Closing your eyes, you tried to conjure up your view from the passenger’s seat as Jimin had sped you towards home. Let’s see. Trees. A farm. Trees. Deer. More trees. And yes - there had been a small service station, a small, rustic-looking place with only one gas pump out front. But how far back was it?

“Yeah, there was one, but I’m not sure how long ago we passed it.” You opened your eyes to find him watching you. Folding your arms, you gave him a dark look. “Well? You should probably get moving. That gas station won’t find itself.”

Jimin just held out his hand to you. You were still mad, but there was no way you were going to sit out here in the middle of nowhere all alone, and you both knew it. Glowering at him, you took his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

"Fine. Let' s go."

Under any other circumstances, going for a stroll with Jimin on such a beautiful evening sounded like a dream. A romantic walk in the moonlight, hand in hand with the love of your life? Bliss. But this was anything but.

You didn't think of yourself as someone who spooked easily, but something about the dark shadows cast by the towering trees had you feeling on edge. Every now and then, the leaves around you would rustle, and you told yourself it was just the wind, trying desperately not to imagine something stalking you through the forest. Your irritation with missing the party began to fade, replaced by a sense of dread, and you hoped you'd find the gas station sooner than later.

Jimin noticed your nervousness. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you insisted, clutching his hand a little tighter. "Just want to get home, that's all."

HOOOOOOOONK

The two of you recoiled as a semi-truck sped by, blaring its horn. Whether they were warning you of their approach or just being a dick, you weren’t sure.

"Holy shit!" you yelped. Whatever the speed limit was, it was way too fast for your comfort. "They didn't even slow down!" You raised your free hand, flipping them off, even though they were too far down the road already to see you. It made you feel better anyway.

"C’mon, let’s stick closer to the trees, so we don’t end up roadkill," Jimin suggested, steering you away from the shoulder. You followed willingly, despite your growing sense of unease.

It was too quiet as you traveled along the treeline. Other than the odd hooting of an owl here and there, the only sound was the earth crunching under your feet. Thankfully, you had Jimin to help distract you and fill the silence.

“So, what did you think of the maze?” he asked. “Worth the drive?”

“Up until the last half hour or so, yes,” you remarked tartly. “But yes, I honestly had a lot of fun. I’m pretty sure I liked it way more than you did, anyway.” “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You smirked. “I mean, given the way you clung to me like a koala, I think it’s fairly clear that it was too terrifying for you.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped in outrage. “Excuse me? I did not cling!”

“Mmm, yeah, I guess you’re right. It was less clinging and more trying to climb me to safety,” you nodded, giggling, veering away from him as his fingers swept out to tickle your side.

“You know, I filled out a comment card while you were in the restroom,” he informed you.

“The pumpkin patch had comment cards?”

“Yep. By the merch stand.”

“They had a merch stand? Wow. I guess Farmer Seokjin takes his business seriously. What did you say?”

He grinned, looking far too happy as he recited, ‘We had a spook-tacular time. Fangs for the memories!’”

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“What? I thought you’d appreciate my wit!”

“Wit, yes. Puns, no!”

“Sorry, booooo-tiful.” Your eyes narrowed. “You know I won’t hesitate to leave you here, right?”

After walking for almost thirty minutes, you finally came upon a small gas station, a single fluorescent light flickering over the sole pump as you neared. You still didn’t have a signal, but the attendant was kind enough to let Jimin use the store's landline to make a call.

While he was inside, you rested against the brick wall of the building, head inclined to observe the moon. The stars shone so brilliantly here. One upside to being stranded in the woods - you had a much better view of the night sky, away from the incessant luminescence of city lights.

There were hardly any clouds to block your view of the lunar eclipse. The blood moon’s dark red face stared impassively down at you from its perch in the heavens, the eerie glow unsettling as much as amazing you.

As a pragmatist, your feet were firmly rooted in the earth. Maybe sometimes to your detriment, as you had a tendency to dig in and refuse to budge. You held very little stock in things like the supernatural or astrology. But at a time like this, witnessing such an extraordinary occurrence… well, a tiny voice inside your head couldn’t help but wonder if the rare celestial event was the reason your night had gotten so off track.

"Good news, we've got a ride," Jimin announced as he emerged from the store.

"Oh, thank god!" you cheered, relieved. “But I’m almost afraid to ask - how much are they charging us to come out here?"

Jimin brandished a bag of snacks and drinks, and you gratefully snagged a candy bar, ripping right into the wrapper without delay. "Nothing. Jungkook's coming."

"He's not at the party already?" you mumbled around a mouthful of nougat, surprised. You figured all your friends were there by now, and probably all drunk.

And probably all having the time of their lives.

"Nope. Caught him heading out the door." He slid his hands into the pockets of his tight black jeans and propped one leg on the wall, cocking his head to join you in stargazing.

"Damn. Good timing," you commented, returning your attention to the sky. You wished you could recall the constellations, but you only ever remembered Orion, and he was nowhere to be seen. "How'd you convince him to drive out into the sticks to give us a lift?"

"Easy. I explained why we’re stuck here, and then reminded him how much fun he had at the concert, thanks to me." Strands of his raven hair fell into his face, brushing his cheekbones as he grinned at you, and you reached out to sweep them away, returning his smile. He grabbed your wrist, bringing your palm to his lips for a gentle kiss.

“Ah, so you emotionally blackmailed him? Well done,” you intoned wryly, peeling yourself off the wall. “We should probably go wait for him back in the car.”

Jimin offered you his arm, and you looped yours through, snuggling into him as you trekked back.

Despite the creepy environs and the cars that zoomed by recklessly, you felt less unnerved and a little more hopeful, knowing that Jungkook was coming to rescue you. Given how fast he drove (something you'd complain about any other time than when he was on his way to save you), maybe you could still put in a late appearance at the bash and end your Halloween on a high note after all.

The leaves along your path fluttered as a breeze began to stir. You huddled closer to Jimin for warmth. The comfy sweater you wore was cuter than it was practical, thin threads doing very little to insulate you from the night air's increasingly icy sting.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught flashes of light flickering through the swaying boughs. You craned your neck as you peeked through the dense foliage, trying to locate the source.

Flames, burning brightly in the dark night.

"Hey, do you see that?" Coming to a halt, you shoved a limb aside and pointed in the direction of the light. Jimin’s eyes widened in alarm.

"Oh shit!” He bobbed and weaved, trying to get a better look, but it was impossible to see clearly through the heavy woods. “What is that back there?"

“I can’t tell. It’s so hard to see through the trees.”

He nodded. “You’re right. Come on, let’s get closer and check it out.”

You blinked, surprised that he was volunteering to walk deeper into the dark forest. Where had this bravery been earlier, when you were escorting him through the maze and trying to keep him from fainting from fright?

Still arm in arm, Jimin drew you away from the road, following the glow. It briefly occurred to you that it might not be wise to walk towards a fire, but it didn't appear to be very big, given how dim the light seemed from where you were, and honestly, you were too curious not to investigate.

Your eyes slowly adjusted to your surroundings as you headed into the woods. Twigs littered your path, snapping and cracking underfoot. There didn’t appear to be any wild animals around, which was fine by you - with the way your luck was going, you were more likely to see a vicious predator than an innocent woodland creature tonight.

As you nudged several low-hanging branches out of your way, the ruins of an ancient church came into view.

The decrepit building sat back from the highway, swallowed up by an overgrown thicket of trees. That explained why you hadn't noticed it on the way to the gas station. The light provided by the fire made it easier now to see the deteriorating wreckage. The roof had collapsed, taking two walls with it, with the remaining two naught but charred debris. It was evident that the sanctuary had been ravaged by a large conflagration long ago.

The flames you’d spotted blazed next to the church’s remnants in a rundown graveyard. A rusty iron fence enclosed the crumbling tombstones that dotted the overgrown grass of the yard. Trees were scattered throughout the burial grounds, having taken root over the years since the lot was abandoned, their long branches reaching for the graves like gnarled hands.

Several figures cloaked in the shadows cast by the fire stood amongst the fragmented headstones, encircling the flames.

A chill ran through you. Just the wind, you reminded yourself.

You and Jimin crept closer, approaching a giant tree that curled against the fencing. Its twisted limbs hung low over the iron, sheltering you from the figures while you spied on the strange scene.

"What the hell is going on? Who are these people?" you whispered as the shadows danced around the bonfire. They raised their arms to the sky, and you could just make out the faintest sounds of chanting. "Is this some sort of weird cult shit?"

Jimin cackled, covering his mouth to stifle the sound. "Baby, you gotta quit watching all those documentaries. You think everything's a cult."

You sniffed haughtily. "Mock me if you must, but I still say I was right about LuLaRoe."

Jimin just glanced at you, warmth radiating from his smile.

From your hidden vantage point by the fence, you could just make out that the people wore long black robes, their faces shrouded in hoods. One of them flung something into the flames, sending sparks whirling into the night sky like fireflies.

"Okay, so if it’s not a cult, then what do you think is happening here?" you questioned. “I don’t think this is a church picnic since, y’know, the church is nothing but rubble.”

"Honestly? I bet they're a bunch of teens who have seen The Craft one too many times," Jimin snickered.

You studied the cloaked figures as they continued to revolve around the fire. Jimin was probably right - they were likely just some bored teens, enjoying their Halloween. What else were they going to do in the middle of nowhere?

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Because what else is there for them to do around here? Go trick-or-treating at the gas station? Toilet paper the trees?” you mused, giggling.

“Exactly,” he agreed. "Happy Halloween, kids. Try not to burn down the forest!" He tugged you back towards the highway. "Come on, let's get out of here before they decide they need a human sacrifice."

You snorted and let him lead you away.

Back in the car, you sprawled across the backseat, head in Jimin's lap as you waited for Jungkook to arrive. Judging by how long it had been since the phone call, it would take him at least another hour to get to you, even if he drove with his usual lead foot. With every minute that ticked by, your buoyant mood sagged lower and lower, weighed down by the realization that you were going to miss the party after all.

"This sucks," you grumbled petulantly. "We should be getting ready for the bash right now." Staring up at your boyfriend, you stuck your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. "All that time and effort spent sewing those costumes, and now we'll never get to wear them. Plus, we won’t be able to defend our title!" You pictured the trophy disappearing like a ghost fading away.

"There's always next year." Jimin combed his fingers through your hair, the tender motion meant to soothe you, but you continued to mope.

"I don't wanna wait for next year, damn it," you sulked, arms folded across your chest, knowing you sounded like a brat and not caring. “I want to wear mine now, and show off my hard work, and win that trophy again. I mean, do you know how long it took me to make the corset alone?” You winced, remembering how sore your fingers had been after all the painstaking pinning.

"Look, if you still want to put that on when we get home tonight, I certainly won't complain," Jimin joked, waggling his eyebrows salaciously, trying to make you laugh. You didn't respond, laying your cheek on his thigh, miserable.

Jimin clucked his tongue sympathetically. "Poor thing. Your whole night is ruined now, huh?" You nodded against his leg, and he traced a soft finger down your jawline. "I'm sorry, baby. What if I tried to make up for it?"

"You better," you shot back crossly. "You owe me when we get home."

"What I’m saying is, what if I tried to make up for it right now?" he clarified, hand continuing to trail down your neck, gently flitting over the sensitive skin there. Despite your sour mood, you reacted to his caresses, instinctively moving your head to expose more skin, shivering in delight. His fingers drifted to your chin, and he tilted your face until you were looking at him.

Even in the dim light of the backseat, the desire that blazed in his eyes was unmistakable.

Leaning over, he lightly kissed you, lips barely touching yours. "Does that sound good?" he exhaled huskily, and you nodded, thighs squeezing together as arousal ignited within.

Your chin lifted as you attempted to catch his mouth for a real kiss, but Jimin sat back with a playful smirk, just out of reach. You eagerly followed, springing up as you chased his lips. His hands ran down your sides and seized your hips, pulling you into his lap. Head tipping, Jimin deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth as his strong arms locked around your back. Breathless with want, you melted into him.

Your worries about the spooky woods, your disappointment about missing the party - it all fell away. Nothing existed for you in that moment but Jimin and the way he held you tightly, kissing you hungrily, greedily, as if he wished to consume you whole.

You’d let him. You could never resist.

His kisses became harsher, sharper, teeth scraping as your tongues tangled. The muscles in his arms flexed under your fingers as you clung to him, sucking on his luscious bottom lip, reveling in the supple feel of it between your teeth.

Even after all this time together, kissing Jimin still felt electrifying, your nerves alight all the way down to your toes. His tongue swept into your mouth again, prompting you to suck lewdly. Jimin groaned, his fingers digging into the curve of your ass, grinding you into him. A moan escaped you at the satisfying friction.

Jimin took advantage of the break in the kiss to drop his head and nip at your neck, sucking the tender skin there as you moaned again. He knew all your sweet spots, could have your eyes rolling back in your head in the blink of an eye, or the lave of a tongue.

He continued to rut, his dick rubbing deliciously against you through the layers of your clothing. Your panties clung to you, soaked, and your clit throbbed, leaving you craving more. Which meant you needed to lose the layers.

As if he read your mind, Jimin finished marking your neck and purred, "I think we should get you out of these," One of his slender fingers yanked on the belt loops on your jeans. You quickly rolled from his lap and shimmied out of your jeans and panties.

He didn’t move, seeming satisfied as he watched you, and you eyed him expectantly. “What are you waiting for?”

Jimin chuckled. "Look at you. So impatient. Can't wait for my cock, huh?"

You shook your head. "Need you now." You fiddled with the buckle of his belt, intending to undo his pants, but he captured your hands, stopping you.

"Hold on, baby. I said I was gonna make it up to you, right? So that means I'm gonna take care of you first." He laid down on his back and leered at you. "C’mon, jagi. Come up here and let me taste you." He wet his lips shamelessly, long pink tongue flicking out to tempt you.

You groaned, pussy clenching reflexively at the sight. You always joked that your boyfriend was a silver-tongued devil, able to talk his way out of any trouble. But there was no denying that the man had a very, very talented tongue.

Jimin held out his hands, beckoning to you, and you grasped them, letting him guide you forward. You knelt over him, one bent leg on each side of his face. Delicately, you lowered yourself until you felt his pillowy lips kissing softly along your slit. He licked a long stripe through the wetness there, making you keen. "Fuck!"

Jimin shook slightly underneath you, his laughter muffled. "I haven't even started yet!"

You opened your mouth to fire off a retort, embarrassed at your neediness, but all that came out was a wordless cry as Jimin suddenly slipped his tongue inside you. He began alternating sweet little kitten licks with deep plunges within, using his nose to nuzzle at your clit before caressing it with his tongue. Tiny whines of pleasure were all you could manage as he devoured you, deft hands keeping you solidly in place.

"Jesus, you're so wet, jagiya. All for me?" He came up for air, lips shiny with your slickness.

“Don’t stop!” you commanded him, squirming impatiently, trying to rub yourself on him.

With a grin, he pulled you back down, burrowing into your folds as you sighed blissfully. You rocked against him, hips bucking, riding his face, the backseat beginning to quake from your movements.

"Oh, fuck yes, Jimin, it's all because ohhh, Jesus, yes, fuck - it's all because of you," you panted, eyes falling shut, head lolling back in rapture.

Groping behind you blindly, you reached back until you felt the outline of his hard cock where it strained against his jeans. You palmed him through the coarse material, enjoying the way he moaned into you, mindlessly humping the air as you teased him. Every sound he made traveled directly to the stirring that was tightening inside you.

With your eyes closed, your other senses took over. The filthy sound of his mouth as he ate you out with abandon. The feel of his tongue lapping at your cunt as you writhed above him. The taste of his plush lips still on your mouth as you bit your lower lip in bliss. Even the smell of sex in the air around you - it was all too much to take in at once, nearly overwhelming you.

"So sweet, like candy," Jimin murmured happily as he firmly clutched your thighs, his hold unyielding while he suckled at your clit. “My favorite treat.”

The familiar feeling in your core was beginning to spread as your impending release approached. It always built so quickly, because the man beneath you understood exactly how to make you fall apart.

"Jimin," you mewled, bracing yourself against the door, fingers splayed on the window as you struggled to stay upright, "I'm so close!"

A growl answered you as Jimin redoubled his onslaught, pushing you over that glorious edge. His tongue flattened against your clit again and again and you wailed his name as you came, thighs shaking from the euphoria that washed over you and the strain of supporting yourself on such weakened legs. Jimin released his iron grip, and you collapsed onto the door, careful not to smother him.

Pressing your forehead against the cool glass, you hummed contentedly, luxuriating in the buzz that still tingled through you as Jimin licked you clean. After a few minutes, he slid from underneath you, and you turned to face him clumsily, moving like your bones had turned to liquid.

“Feeling better, baby?” he inquired, his innocent tone at odds with the smug look on his face. You didn’t care. With the orgasm he’d just given you, he could look as pleased with himself as he wanted. He’d earned it.

But as always, you wanted more.

“Mmmhmm.” You curled up on his side, brushing your fingers over the large bulge in his jeans, smiling coyly at the way his thighs twitched with each pass. “But what about you?”

He lowered his lips to yours, and you kissed him soundly before trailing your mouth across his cheek. Sinking your teeth into his earlobe, you nibbled, relishing how Jimin whined heatedly, using your tongue to soothe away the sting. You nuzzled your nose into his hair, inhaling his musky scent, the citrusy notes of his shampoo.

Tugging on his jeans, you whispered, “I think we should get you out of these.”

Jimin tore himself away, hurriedly undressing. You pulled your sweater off and unclasped your bra, letting the silky garment drop to the floor of the car. You didn’t pause to consider that you were visible to anyone driving by, as beams of light from passing cars flitted through the windows, illuminating the cabin in flashes. You were too enthralled to think straight.

All you could focus on was Jimin, his smoldering eyes watching you as he slowly stroked his thick shaft. The sight was pure sin, a promise of dark delights to come.

Mesmerized, you stared as he swirled his thumb over the glistening tip of his cock, coating the blushing head, making you lick your lips. Part of you yearned to take him in your mouth and make him beg for release, but the undeniable aching need to have him fill you up overpowered that thought.

"Ready for more?" Jimin rasped enticingly, favoring you with a wicked smirk. With a desperate nod, you crawled into his lap and positioned yourself above him again. His fiery gaze swept over your face, zeroing in on your mouth. Lunging forward, he licked at your lips before slipping inside as you whimpered helplessly.

Jimin dragged his dick along your slit, covering himself in your wetness. You jolted as he thumbed at your clit, inhaled shakily as he lined himself up.

"Come on, baby," he whispered between ravenous kisses. "Ride me."

The urge to tease him came over you like a sudden fever, and you sank down, then bobbed slightly, his head parting your folds and only just slipping inside, then out again. And again.

Jimin hissed, face nestling in the crook of your neck. For several exquisitely drawn-out minutes, you tormented him in this manner, bouncing, never fully taking him in. You felt him try to buck upwards, and immediately rose off him, using your calves to lock his thighs in place.

"Jagiya! Don't torture me!" His hips continued to rise as he struggled, trying to bury himself deep, but with your weight you held him down, slightly intoxicated with power. You loved to make him squirm. The more he wanted you, the more you wanted to play. “Come on, baby. Give me what I need.” The last word was little more than a strangled gasp.

Threading your fingers through his silky hair, you grasped the roots and tipped his head back until his eyes met yours. "What's the magic word?" you cooed, blinking coquettishly. Your other hand ran down his chest, grazing over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His heart beat wildly under your touch.

Jimin groaned, eyelashes fluttering shut in agony and ecstasy, mouth forming the word repeatedly before he had the breath to speak it.

"P-Please," he begged, and because he asked so sweetly, you instantly complied, taking all of him in until he was fully sheathed. He let out a guttural wail that sent a thrill down your spine. Frantic with sudden desire, you began to ride, hard and fast.

"Is this what you needed, baby?" you trilled, raking your nails over his scalp. A debauched moan of pleasure was your answer, and you giggled, only to choke on your laughter as his teeth bit into your shoulder, breaking the skin and leaving a love mark behind.

“Ah!” you squealed, as Jimin sweetly coated the area with tiny pecks in apology.

Working your hips, you angled yourself so his cock curved just right, dragging against that sweet spot inside you over and over. Jimin's hands roamed your body, pinching here, scratching there, gripping you tight as he grunted into you. He laved over your breasts, swirling around your nipples and making you arch into his hot mouth.

Every inch of you was drowning in him, and you never wanted it to stop.

Headlights danced across Jimin’s face, highlighting the curve of his cheek, the swell of his lips as he leaned back, reverently gazing at you as you rolled your hips. Even in your lustful haze, you recognized the look of devotion in his eyes.

It was too much.

He was the divine one, to be adored. You felt a burning need to lavish him in praise, but your words failed you, so you crushed your mouth to his, your kiss expressing what you could not.

The tension inside you threatened to snap, and you knew that your end wasn't far off. Grabbing the back of the seat behind Jimin's head, you held on for dear life, while with your other hand you scraped your nails down the nape of his neck, driving Jimin into a frenzy.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he prattled, extolling you in his fervor. “Always so good to me, this sweet little cunt takes me so well, ah!”

He snarled and pounded into you, face glistening with sweat, hands clutching your hips to give him more control, which you gladly ceded. You wanted him to fuck you hard and fast, like you knew he could. The sound of his sturdy thighs slapping against your ass filled the car as he thrust into you relentlessly.

“Jimin, fuck,” you cried loudly, unable to utter more than a few words coherently, completely lost in sensation.

"Come on, jagi, cum for me again," he pleaded. "Want this pussy to soak me. Be good for me. I know you can. Ah, fuck, come on, give it to me!"

One of his hands fondled your clit as he commanded you, circling the sensitive nub again and again, and you broke, your release flooding over you like a wave, a low sob pouring forth from your lips as Jimin coaxed an intense second orgasm from you. As your walls clenched around him and you shuddered in his hands, Jimin reached his own climax, pumping into you as he called out your name.

The rhythm of your breathing slowed as you huddled together, wrapped in each other's arms. Jimin pressed soft kisses onto your collarbone while you gazed out the rear window. The blood moon vanished and reappeared hypnotically as the tall treetops brushing the sky bent and swayed in the wind.

"So," Jimin drawled after a few minutes, "am I forgiven?" His breath warmed your skin where he spoke against you, as the sheen of sweat covering your body began to cool in the chilly night air.

You couldn't suppress the smile that crossed your face. "For now. That may change when we get home, if I decide I need another apology. Or two."

"Fair enough." His lips skimmed along your neck. "See, we don't need a trophy to tell us we're the best couple. We've got more than enough proof right here."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, now you're just pushing it."

“I’m serious,” he insisted, peering up at you with sincere eyes. “I know how much the party means to you, and I’m sorry that the night didn’t go the way we’d planned. I know you’re not happy to be here, but there’s no one I’d rather be stranded with than you.”

There was such earnestness to his words, his expression, that your heart swelled, full to bursting. You could only hope as he stared into your eyes that he saw all the love you felt shimmering back at him. “I love you, Jimin,” you murmured, dipping your head to kiss him.

His mouth curved as he smiled against yours, whispering, “I love you, too,” before capturing your lips in another kiss. And another. And another.

You began to shiver, from the intensity of his kisses, but also from the dropping temperature, and Jimin pulled away. “Cold, baby?”

“A little.”

“We should get dressed.” Jimin surveyed the backseat, which was cluttered with your discarded clothing. "I don't suppose I left a towel in here somewhere."

"I think I have some tissues." You slid from his lap, stretching for your purse.

A sudden loud rustling startled you. Pausing in mid-reach, you tilted your head, listening. It sounded like it was right outside the car. You glanced at Jimin, about to ask if he'd heard something, when it came again, louder this time, as if something incredibly big was stampeding through the woods.

"What the fuck was that?" you whispered, spinning around and kneeling on the seat to look out the rear window again. You couldn’t see anything but trees.

Jimin shook his head as he put his clothes back on. "I have no idea. Let me go check it out."

"Are you out of your mind?" you sputtered, getting dressed. "You’ve seen horror movies! We just had sex! You go out there, you will absolutely die!"

Your boyfriend just tutted, lips quirking. "I think that only matters if we were virgins first, and we both know that ship sailed a long time ago." He opened the door that faced the highway and stepped out, scanning the area around the car. "Whatever it was, it's gone. I don't hear anything now."

No sooner had you climbed out than the rustling came again. You and Jimin spun towards the sound, just as the branches in front of you parted and three figures in black robes came sprinting out.

You shrieked as one of them ditched the other two and ran to you, hands extending to grab your arms. "FUCKING RUN!" they screeched in your face. Their hood fell, and you realized it was just a teenager, his eyes wide with fear.

"What the fuck - what is going on?!" you yelled as Jimin pulled the boy off you.

"Hey! Calm down, kid!" Jimin held on to the boy's shoulders with a loose grip, trying to get him to relax. "Take a deep breath, and tell us what's happening."

The other two had doubled back to gather their friend. They lowered their hoods as well, revealing themselves to also be teenagers.

"Fuck, come on, we need to get out of here," one of them wailed, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

"Why? What are you running from?" you demanded, but the teen just shook his head, unwilling or unable to answer.

The other teen piped up, sighing agitatedly as she spoke. "Look, we didn't think it would work, okay? We were just trying to do something different for Halloween! I found this weird old book, and it claimed that during the blood moon, you could raise the dead, so we thought, you know, what if we tried?"

Jimin released the boy, staring incredulously at the young girl. You too were agog, trying to comprehend what she said. "Hold on. Are you trying to say you brought someone back from the dead??"

The girl glared at the third teen. "Well, that was the idea. The spell called for human blood, but someone got squicked out and couldn't cut himself and bring us a vial of his blood. So, what we poured on the fire was blood from his dad's butcher shop instead, apparently!"

"I'm sorry, okay?" the third teen exclaimed, throwing his hands up to the sky. "How many more times do you want me to say it? I'm sorry, I didn't think it would matter!"

“Wait, did you say ‘spell?’” Jimin interjected.

“Oh god, don’t start arguing again, we need to go,” the teen boy who’d grabbed you chimed in.

"Of course it mattered! You can't change an essential ingredient in a spell!"

“Oh, you read one book and suddenly you’re an expert in witchcraft!”

"Everybody shut up!" you hissed, raising your hands to shush them. "Do you hear that??"

Tree branches snapped behind you, underbrush crackling as something trampled closer and closer. You froze, and Jimin slipped in front of you, guarding you as the cause of the ruckus finally appeared.

Before you stood a humongous buck. It angrily stomped its hooves, snout huffing as it sniffed the air around you. One of its eyes dangled from its socket, swinging as the deer contorted its mangled head to glare at your group.

Splattered blood covered its antlers, broken, knife-sharp fragments of bone that looked like they could easily pierce flesh, and dripped into its face, from which its jaw hung unnaturally. As you cowered behind Jimin, it raised its head and roared, an unearthly howl that filled you with terror.

You didn't know deer could roar. But then again, you also didn't know that they could come back from the dead.

Screams rent the air as everyone began to run. The teens took off and you and Jimin followed. You had no idea where you were going. You just knew that you had to GO.

"What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck," you chanted as you bolted along the highway, hurdling fallen trees and ducking under low branches. You could hear Jimin cursing under his breath beside you, his hand firmly in yours.

“I told you this was a bad idea!” the first teen boy barked, racing past the others, black robes billowing as he took the lead.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, CHAD!” the other two teens bellowed in unison.

“Where are we going?” Jimin yelled, but no one answered.

You gasped as you fought to keep up with the others. You had never taken to running, preferring less intensive ways to workout, like swimming. You were starting to regret that, a stitch forming in your side as you lamented your life choices.

The teens led you across the road to the old church. As you tore down the overgrown passage behind them, they abruptly changed direction, making a beeline for a ramshackle pickup truck that was parked on a dead patch of grass to the side of the ruins.

The teen girl yanked the driver's door open and hopped in as the other two rushed around and clambered in the other side.

"Here!" she yelled, throwing something dark and rectangular at your feet. It landed in the weeds with a thump. Bending, you scooped up a very worn, thick book, loose pages floating to the ground as you examined its contents. Grimoire was etched into the cover in jagged lettering, as if scratched into the leather binding with a knife.

A spell book. What the actual fuck.

You glanced back up at the girl as the truck thundered to life. "What am I supposed to do with this?" you hollered over the rumbling engine, barely able to hear yourself.

"I don't know, maybe you can find a way to undo the incantation!" she shouted in reply, slamming the truck into gear. "Good luck!" The vehicle shot backwards as she reversed around you and Jimin. Then she whipped it around and out onto the highway.

And then they were gone.

You gaped at the receding taillights in stunned disbelief, watching until they were tiny pinpricks in the distance.

"Did they just LEAVE US HERE?" Jimin doubled over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "Are you kidding me? What the FUCK!"

You scanned the pathway behind you. No sign of the beast. Either you’d managed to outpace it, or it hadn’t followed you.

The bonfire still crackled in the pit in the graveyard. Trying to figure out what to do while you had a moment to think, you wandered close to the fire, as if the solution might appear in the flames.

Jimin joined you, crouching low over the pit. You did the same, the flames warming you while you prayed that the buck would stay far away. Animals feared fire, didn’t they? And smoke?

But what about undead animals?

You slowly turned the book over in your hands, brow furrowed, a million questions whizzing through your head. Where on earth did those kids find this? What the fuck made them decide to try to resurrect a dead person tonight? Couldn’t they have started with a spell that was a little less grotesque, like making someone float or something?

Could the grimoire really have a way to reverse the incantation and un-reanimate the raging stag? And was that the craziest sentence that had ever run through your mind?

God, what a wild fucking night.

Jimin was unusually quiet. “How are you so calm right now?” you inquired, shifting into a sitting position on the ground.

He gawked at you, eyes round with bewilderment. “Calm? I’m most definitely not calm right now! If you could see what my brain looks like… it’s like Black Friday at Walmart in here. Total chaos.”

Despite the confusing and dangerous situation at hand, you giggled at the image. It was funny, but you also suspected that you might be on the verge of hysteria.

“Okay, okay, let’s talk this out,” Jimin held up his hand, ticking off each point. “One - there’s a corpse of a deer rampaging through the woods. Two - the idiots who brought it back to life just ditched us. Three - we can’t drive ourselves to safety because of the blown out tire. Four - we have nowhere to hide, since the only building close by is totally demolished. Five - we have no idea how to stop the thing.” He squinted at you. “Did I miss anything?”

“No, I think that about sums it up,” you affirmed drolly, picking up a stick and poking at the fire idly.

“Okay. All right.” He sucked in a deep breath and puffed it out forcefully. “Then, if my math is correct, we are totally fucked.” Something crackled in the woods beyond the fence and you both sprang to your feet, whirling towards the sound. Nothing happened.

Jimin sighed. “Even if we could escape, we can’t just let this creature run around attacking others, can we?”

“Of course not!” you exclaimed. “We have to stop it. I mean, what if this thing bites someone? It’d be catastrophic.” You’d seen enough zombie flicks to know it would be bad. If this thing was a zombie. You weren’t really clear on if zombiism ran on magic… or if magic is in fact what brought the thing back from the dead in the first place… you weren’t really clear on much of anything, period.

“So you think this thing operates on zombie rules?” Jimin replied, eyebrow lifting.

He was only continuing your train of thought, asking a half-serious question in a lighthearted tone, but something inside you snapped, the gravity of the situation fully crashing down on you.

“Baby, I think it’s fair at this point to just assume that anything goes from here on out. So yeah, if this - this monster bites a person, it might lead to the zombie apocalypse! Or maybe not. I don’t know!” Your pitch rose, becoming shrill as you ranted. “I don’t know how this happened, truly, I don’t know how to stop it, and I don’t know what will happen if we don’t! I don’t know anything!”

“Hey, hey, baby, shhh, it’s okay,” Jimin murmured, wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. His hand stroked your hair as you fell quiet, tucked safely into his embrace. “I don’t know what’s going on, either. But that’s okay. We’ll figure it out, together. We’re a team, right?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled into his chest after a moment. “We’re a team.” You paused. “I save you from scary maze bogeymen, you save me from reanimated deer.”

Jimin chuckled softly. “Exactly. We always protect each other.” Placing a finger under your chin, he tilted your head up, leaving a tiny kiss on the tip of your nose. “We can do this. We just need to come up with a plan. Figure out how to kill this thing.”

His voice was so steady, so sure. You felt infinitely glad that he was there with you at that moment.

Mulling over his words, you considered your choices as he released you. You didn’t have any weapons. Neither of you were fighters, and even if you were, you stood no chance against something so enormous and ferocious. Then you remembered the grimoire.

"Maybe this is the answer," you said, holding the book aloft.

“And that is...?”

“It says it’s a grimoire. You know, spell book. The girl chucked it at me before they deserted us.”

Jimin regarded it for a few moments before deftly plucking the tome from your hands.

"I know exactly what to do," he announced.

And then he swiftly tossed the book into the flames.

The fire flared violently, becoming dazzling white, leaping towards the sky.

"Jimin!" you yelped, throwing one arm over your eyes momentarily blinded by the shifting flames. After a few seconds, the blaze died back down, its normal orangish glow returning. You carefully peeked into the pit, searching for the book, but only found a little pile of smoking ash.

How could it instantaneously combust like that?

More importantly, why were you still bothering to ask yourself these unanswerable questions??

Turning to your boyfriend, you implored, “Why did you do that?”

"I - I thought that if we destroyed the source of the spell, it might undo it?" Jimin stammered, looking flummoxed.

You just stared at him.

Jimin went on, flailing. "I don't know! It worked in that horror movie we watched the other night, remember? When they destroyed that cursed necklace?” He shrugged. “You said anything goes!"

Sagging to the ground, you cradled your head in your hands. “I did. I did say that,” you agreed, frowning. “But what if there had been a way to counteract the spell in the book?”

“I… did not consider that.”

Silence fell over the churchyard as you both contemplated what to do next. After a few minutes, you lifted your head, scanning the woods around you. Everything was still, save for a gentle flutter here and there as the wind rippled through the trees, and the only noise you heard was the popping of the fire. "Maybe... maybe it worked?"

Jimin cocked his head to the side, listening intently. "Maybe? But how would we know?" He ran his hand through his hair, squinting as he surveyed the graveyard. "Let's - AAAAAAHHHHH!"

Without warning, the gruesome buck bounded out of the tree line behind the graveyard, making a mad dash towards the two of you. Jimin grabbed your hand and yanked you towards the highway.

A rock jutted out of the ground directly in your path, and you stumbled, arms outstretched to break your fall.

The beating of hooves drew nearer.

"Come on!" Jimin urged you, hauling you back to your feet. You couldn't help but look back and saw that the deer was bearing down on you, mere yards away.

Tearing down the roadway, faster than you thought humanly possible, you passed Jimin's car where it sat abandoned on the shoulder. If only you had enough time to hop inside and hide. But you couldn’t stop, and soon it was far behind you as you continued to scramble for safety.

On and on you ran, lungs starting to burn as the snap of the cold air stung at your chest. Jimin was practically dragging you along now, a reversal from your journey through the maze earlier. It was so strange to think that that had only been hours ago.

Even stranger remembering how your biggest worry at that time had been whether you were going to make it to a silly costume party. Running for your life from a demon stag really put things into perspective.

You fought the temptation to glance behind you, not wanting to slow your pace for even a second.

"What - huff - are we gonna do?" you wheezed out, hardly able to breathe between all the running and the fear coursing through your veins.

"Gas station!" Jimin shouted. "We’ll call Animal Control!"

"Animal Control?! We need a fucking EXORCIST!" you yelped back.

Jimin cut across the road, with you close on his heels, sneakers skidding on loose gravel as you hit the other side.

Hooves pounded the pavement directly behind you.

The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, your body’s instincts telling you what your mind was slowly realizing.

It was too late. You hadn't gotten away fast enough, and now you were going to die.

As you and Jimin turned towards the sound, the hideous beast lowered its head, aiming the sharpened points of its antlers as it charged with a vicious roar. Your eyes closed as Jimin wrapped himself around you, shielding you as best he could -

HOOOOOOOONK

- just as a semi-truck barreling down the highway rammed into the buck, obliterating its rotting body in a bloody explosion.

Gore rained down as you and Jimin clutched each other silently, frozen with shock. Thankfully, you were far enough back from the road that you didn’t end up covered in decaying stag. Bits were strewn all over the asphalt, painting the surface a deep red in the macabre glow of the blood moon.

Meanwhile, the truck was long since gone, never slowing its speed, completely unharmed in the collision.

“What. The. Fuck,” you gasped out after several stunned minutes, trembling slightly. Your heart was still racing as you sank to the ground, completely spent. Jimin joined you, lying on his back in the grass, panting like he’d just run a marathon.

“Zombie apocalypse averted,” Jimin announced triumphantly, pumping his fist in the air. “You’re welcome, world!”

You snorted, too exhausted to point out that neither of you had actually done anything to stop the creature after all. You’d just been in the right place at the right time. Or the monster had been in the wrong place. A happy accident.

Flopping onto your back, you gazed at the sky, studying the moon. Once again, you wondered if it had played a role in the evening’s bizarre turn of events. In your adrenaline-fueled delirium, you found yourself hoping that it had enjoyed the show.

“Hey,” Jimin’s hand reached out and grasped yours, lacing his fingers through yours and breaking your reverie, and you glanced at him. “Are you okay?”

“I think so. I mean, I’ll be fine. Once I wrap my head around everything that happened.” If such a thing were even possible. Taking a deep breath, you smiled softly. “Thank you. For keeping me safe tonight, and keeping me sane.”

“I could say the same to you.” Jimin’s eyes scrunched shut as he squeezed your hand, beaming. “Go team.”

Inspiration suddenly struck. “I have a wild idea.”

“Baby, I don’t think anything could possibly be wilder than what we just went though.”

You ignored him, plowing on. “Let’s get matching tattoos!” Jimin’s eyebrows shot up. "I stand corrected." He peered at you closely. "Are you in shock?"

You waved off his concern. "I'm telling you, I'm fine. And I'm serious."

“Really? You want to commemorate tonight? What do you want for the rest of your life - shredded tire bits, or a decomposing buck?”

“Shut up!" you laughed. "No, not for tonight, specifically. Let's get matching ‘Best Couple’ tattoos.” You grinned. “Fuck a trophy.”

He mirrored your smile. “Deal. Love you, baby.”

“Love you too,” you whispered, leaning over for a kiss.

A car drove by, bright headlights flashing over you as it sped along, before swiftly pulling a u-turn and doubling back. You and Jimin both sat up cautiously as it rolled to a stop on the shoulder, and the driver’s side window rolled down.

“Dude, there you are!” A head popped out, floofy dark hair falling over large doe eyes that peered at you in elation as Jungkook grinned. “You weren’t in your car. I thought maybe a serial killer or the children of the corn got you.”

“Reanimated deer, actually, and almost,” you responded straight-faced as Jimin dipped his face into your shoulder, hiding his laughter.

Jungkook cocked his head, puzzled. “A what?”

“Long story.”

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minisugakoobies · 3 years

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Shadows in the Graveyard | PJM - teaser

Release Date: Friday, October 15 at 8 pm EST

🎃Part of Jimin's Sunset Spooktober collaboration🎃

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: supernatural, smut, established relationship, comedy

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing - the finished story will have SMUT, this is just a lil’ teaser

Word Count: 469 (TBD for finished story, likely under 10K)

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: You and your boyfriend are driving back from a trip to the haunted corn maze, headed home for a big Halloween bash, when a blown out tire derails your evening. Stranded in the middle of the woods, Jimin promises you he'll still make it worth your while - but that's only if you survive whatever the dark shadows chanting in the old graveyard have resurrected.

A/N: This was written for Jimin's Sunset Spooktober, a collab celebrating Jimin's birthday month hosted by @opaljm @jamaisjoons and @chateautae, featuring brilliant authors, compelling stories, and a unique spin on Halloween! Please check out the collab link above and be sure to give the authors your love! 👻 Taglist is open - just let me know if you'd like to be added 👻

"This sucks," you grumbled petulantly, sprawled across the backseat, your head in Jimin’s lap. Staring up at your boyfriend, you stuck your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. "We should be getting ready for the bash right now. All that time and effort spent sewing those costumes, and now we'll never get to wear them."

"There's always next year." Jimin combed his fingers through your hair, the tender motion meant to soothe you, but you continued to mope.

"I don't wanna wait for next year, damn it,” you sulked, arms folded across your chest, knowing you sounded like a brat and not caring. “I want to wear mine now, and show off my hard work. I mean, do you know how long it took me to make the corset alone?” You winced, remembering how sore your fingers had been after all the painstaking pinning.

"You better," you shot back crossly. "You owe me when we get home."

"What I’m saying is, what if I tried to make up for it right now?" he clarified, hand continuing to trail down your neck, gently flitting over the sensitive skin there. Despite your sour mood, you responded to his caresses, instinctively moving your head to expose more skin, shivering in delight. His fingers drifted to your chin, and he tilted your face until you were looking at him.

Even in the dim light of the backseat, the desire that blazed in his eyes was unmistakable.

Leaning over, he lightly kissed you, lips barely touching yours. "Does that sound good?" he exhaled huskily, and you nodded, thighs squeezing together as arousal ignited within.

Your chin lifted as you attempted to catch his mouth for a real kiss, but Jimin sat back with a playful smirk, just out of reach. You eagerly followed, springing up as you chased his lips. His hands ran down your sides and seized your hips, pulling you into his lap. Head tilting, Jimin deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth as his strong arms locked around your back. Breathless with want, you melted into him.

You’d let him. You could never resist.

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opaljm · 2 years

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scream your panties (m) – pjm

➺ pairing: jimin x female reader

➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; minor angst; panhellenic college au ; established relationship ; halloween shenanigans

➺ warning/content tags: 18+; swearing (cuz issa fic by me), extremely inaccurate depictions of Greek life (I used PBP because I have friends from there and it’s the only one I feel safe making fun of); mutually jealous Jimin and Y/N who are in a deeply symbiotic relationship and are somehow the same person, sexualized Toy Story Halloween costumes, Y/N is prone to murderous fits of rage but so is Jimin (he just pretends he isn’t to look more civilized), haunted houses are scary (includes jump scares, scary themed rooms, and also taegiseok n yeonbin in creepy costumes), fighting n misunderstandings (gets scary for a sec but its quick like ripping off a bandage), smut: boob enthusiast Jimin, tons of breast play n nipple play, chest enthusiast Y/N cuz Jimin has nipple piercings 😏, Jimin likes to spank you both inside and outside the bedroom, hand job, unprotected penetrative rough sex (multiple times), Jimin n Y/N get randomly into the feels all the fucking time so if you hate intimacy this fic aint the one for you, copious marking/biting, spit play, panty thief Jimin returns (sorry but this is canon to my Jimins I can’t make him stop 🤡), big dick size king Jimin, creampies/pussy stuffing, blow job, sixty-nine action (yes they blow and eat out each other at the same time), fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, cock warming, showering together

➺ word count: 17.4k

➺ summary: As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jimin's frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling – the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriend's delicious self between your legs.

➺ author’s note: Yo sorry for being a hot mess 😭. I had to change my fic idea for this collab last minute (literally on like Oct. 29) and since then it's been a mad dash to get this fic out. I didn't abandon the vampire fic idea, I'm just gonna write it outside a collab with deadlines don't fret! Anyways I hope you really enjoy this fic, it was supposed to be a short lil cute pwp and I made it a super long smutty mammoth fic because I'm obsessed with Jimin 🙄. Btw I amped up the steamy factor and length cuz I'm going on a writing break after Nov. 15 since I’m not really going to have much of free time to write. I’ll still attempt to post once a month but if that doesn’t happen please don’t pressure me about it? I posted like 100k for you guys this year and the year isn’t even over. I hope this tides you over until you get the second half of LOTL. Cuz like, is it a Halloween fic? Sure. But also, do sororities and frats always have random ass costume parties in the middle of the year? Yeah, man. You can read this fic at any time of the year honestly. Please leave some love for this fic if you did like it 💕 feedback is always incredible to receive. The validation I get on each fic I post increases my confidence and allows me to feel secure in continuing to write and post more stories for you guys. I love you a lot and I’ll miss you when I’m on my writing hiatus. These exams are absolutely critical though; I can’t manage both the stress of tumblr and school at the same time for Nov-Jan tbh.

This fic is a part of Jimin’s Sunset Spooktober! Banner made by my darling @knjsnoona & me! It’s just collaboration after collaboration in this household lmaoo 🥰. Beta-read by @jimilter she’s on payroll now! Jimin writes the checks to my lovely bff for all of her help (this is a joke I hope you understand that 😭). I feel like I should credit Ash as a ghost writer. I mean she didn't write this fic but she basically could've with how much I told her and how much she helped. I’m truly blessed to have such lovely and supportive angels as friends 🥺

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It’s hot in your bedroom but you don’t want to push the male who’s got his face buried in your chest off your body.

Stifling a sigh, your left hand caresses his scalp, long fingers threading themselves into the messy overgrown gunmetal gray strands. Jimin slides his palms over your sides, grasping a hold of your tiny waist and pulling you closer to him as you throw a leg over his hips. His hands move north as he brushes them past your ribs and grabs your bare breasts, uncovered since you are mostly nude underneath him and only wearing a scrap of red lace to cover your lower half. He presses your breasts together, bunching the round full globes together before swiping a thumb over the puffy nipples until they start to harden. He finishes the job by enclosing his mouth over one of them and then the other, sucking and nibbling on those stiffening points until they tighten into sensitive, rigid peaks.

It’s not unusual for you to be wrapped around your boyfriend’s body, his slim yet muscular limbs grasping you like a vice, on a Friday afternoon. You don’t have classes on the last day of the week, only a morning shift as a writing tutor at the student center, and Jimin only has his Philosophy discussion on Fridays, led by the course’s TA. The two of you always find your ways back to each other on this day, hence, making up for the lost time over the rest of the week.

Today, you met him for lunch at the Panda Express on campus and then walked back with him to your apartment. Which brings us back to now – Jimin with his shirt off, only wearing the sky blue jeans that make his ass look divine, hovering over your body with his overly long, steel colored bangs falling into his eyes as he sucks on your tits and hums absentmindedly.

The two of you have come to prefer your place over his for moments like these. In freshman year, you were in a triple in the dorms while he had a double with Kim Taehyung, so you two would usually find yourselves fooling around in random empty classrooms in the Physics department. In sophomore year, you lived in your sorority which had much stricter rules than the apartment Jimin had gotten with a couple of his friends. But this year, Jimin is living in his fraternity and you are the one with the apartment which you don’t have to share with anyone. You’ve slept over at the frat before; Beta Tau Sigma doesn’t care if they have girls over, but sometimes you both prefer the privacy here. Jimin and you are usually insatiable; two and a half years together and you’re both still exceeding horny when it comes to each other, and if Jimin’s frat knew how often you two actually were fucking rather than doing anything else, they would never let him live it down as they hurled teasing but impressed compliments his way.

“Jimin?” you murmur, tightening your grip to tilt his head upwards so he can meet your gaze.

Jimin looks at you, heated dark brown eyes under hooded eyelids, his soft silvery hair a rumpled mess clinging to his forehead. “I love you,” he mutters, locking his eyes with yours, pushing his lips out into a puckered pout that eagerly seek yours.

Fuck. He’s so hot.

You move your head towards his and sigh as your lips meet. Jimin slots his lips over yours again and again, their plush pillowiness feeling like heaven against your mouth. He languidly darts his tongue out to press against your lips until they part enough that he can slip it inside. As your tongues twine together, Jimin sucks on yours, his cheeks hollowing out. A moan slips out from you, unbidden as you’re unable to control your urges around this man. One would think that time would make it easier for you, make you less susceptible to the temptation that was Park Jimin, but they would be wrong.

You still make a valiant effort to pull away from him, breaking apart from the kiss. You press your palm against his chest, flush against the Nevermind tattoo crawling up the right side of his torso, to keep him from drawing even closer to you although his grip around your waist keeps you from getting too far.

“Jimin,” you whine trying to engage your boyfriend into conversation.

The male lets his face fall into your chest, banging his forehead lightly against your sternum, “No,” he protests, his straight, dark eyebrows getting pushed together as he furrows his forehead. “Lemme kiss you. I just wanna spend time with you here in your bed until I’m forced to leave and help the Beta Tau Sigma set up for the haunted house. You’ll let me fuck you, won’t you baby?” he needles, “We have all night to talk.”

You scowl, not that he can see it, and push him off of you. Jimin rolls his body around, flopping next to you in bed, immediately wincing when he notices your narrowed eyes. “What is it, Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asks it sweetly and it seems at odds with how his previous sentence caught your ire and made you instantly see red.

“Why do you never want to talk to me?” you demand, crossing your hands over your bare breasts. You irately sweep your long mess of dark hair over your shoulder to let it hang down your back.

You barely got to speak to him this week; when you delivered a bag of hot tofu stew and rice to the study room he had booked, he snapped at you when you hung around, though you were only planning on sticking around long enough to kiss Jimin and force him to put down his books to eat. But this feels different from how Jimin goes radio silent during the weeks when he has a heavy school load filled with studying for exams. Both of you were done with midterms. You wouldn’t have tests again until finals. Jimin even made up his mind to come out and celebrate Halloween with you and his frat, even though he has his Autumn showcase the next evening.

You don’t know if you’re being entirely too sensitive but you don’t like this. It’s hurtful that Jimin says he doesn’t want to talk to you right now—right?

Jimin stares at you, pink mouth wide open as he looks aghast. “I know. I messed up. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have worded it like that, but you know I love talking to you. That’s all we ever do, baby. I text you more out of everyone. I facetime you at all hours of the day. It’s never ever a silent meal when we’re eating together. And I love every bit of it. You know that, right? Y/N, I just. Baby, I miss you. I haven’t seen you all week. I want physical intimacy with you, not just emotional.”

Your frown softens. Fuck, you are being overemotional. He’s right. He’s a great boyfriend. He always tries his best to stay close to you and make your relationship seem special. You were especially craving Jimin’s soft words after so long without (or so it felt, anyways), said in that husky yet sweet toned drawl, fanning over your heated skin as he delivered them with hard kisses from his plush, Bratz doll-esque lips. Your love language was words of affirmation, after all. But in that way, perhaps Jimin needed to slowly ease his way back into talking to you. He did get frighteningly shy. Your sweet loveable boyfriend grew quiet and uncomfortable with people, even those he had known his entire life if he hadn’t seen them for a while. It never took him too long to get back into the flow of his old ways, but he was always a little awkward at the beginning. How had you forgotten that?

You bite your lips as you frown and you let yourself get wrapped in his embrace again, remembering that Jimin craved physical intimacy with you and that that was his love language. For a moment, you allow yourself to enjoy the warmth from his hold, cherishing the way he buries his nose into your crown and tenderly drops light kisses on the top of your head while you attempt to calm your breathing and reign in your emotions. This has nothing to do with him. You’re overreacting.

Striving for a lighthearted tone, you let out a hopefully airy laugh that doesn’t ring too hollow. You brush your fingers along his spine, where you can feel the ring of bones going up his back, softly letting your fingertips tickle his sensitive skin.

“We’ll have sex, I promise. I just need to talk to you about tonight first, before I forget.”

“What’s there to talk about, babe? You got me the costume; I’ll wear it and show up to the Pi Beta Phi manor and we’ll win the thing. And then we go over to my frat to go through the haunted house.”

There were multiple reasons why Jimin walked you home today, but the most important one in your eyes is to pick up his Halloween costume. You have grand aspirations of winning the costume contest at the function your sorority is holding. The winner of the couple event will not only get a month off of required duties at the sorority but also a weekend stay at a fancy hotel room in the city. You are so tired of the mac n cheese lunches they held for philanthropy events. You gain ten pounds, or so it feels, each time. And the date parties? The themes are always so weird and unique that you have to buy a completely new outfit for yourself each time because you can’t reuse anything that was already in your closet. That’s not even the worst of it but you’ve gotten your point across. This sorority is bleeding you dry.

“Ugh, the haunted house,” you groan, burrowing your face into Jimin’s shoulder. His skin is warm and flushed, but he smells amazing and his hugs always give you the instant boost of serotonin you desperately need. Which you now need more than ever. Tonight has to be good for both of you.

Jimin thinks you’re only upset because you hate being scared and bemoans, “Hey! You said that if I let you pick the costumes you would come with me to my Beta Tau’s event too. It’s not Jack and Sally, is it?” His lower lip juts out into a pout that you’re too distracted to notice.

“I thought you guys would throw a Halloween party,” you grumbled.

“We’re doing that too, babe. It’s just half the first floor and all of the second floor we’re converting.”

You suddenly remember the second part of Jimin’s question which makes you laugh lightly, more genuinely this time, before pressing a soft kiss against his throat, “Sorry, ’Min, I didn’t have time to hand make costumes for The Nightmare Before Christmas. Next time, okay? I still think this is good. We could win.”

“What is it?” he asks, sounding full of suspicion. But his attention is wavering again and he’s more focused on groping your ass and pulling on your red lace panties before they snap back softly against your skin.

“You’ll see when you get ready,” you murmur, “But, Jimin,” you hedge.

“Hmm?” He's not paying attention at all. Not when he gets to grip at your luscious hips and squeeze your juicy ass.

“I need you to look very sexy. Pull out all the stops when you’re getting ready, baby.” It’s not that Jimin doesn’t look good when he doesn’t put in effort. He has a casual beauty that is heightened by his effortless style. But you need him to look lethal. Park Jimin when he wants to slay is a whole other kind of demon, one that you are glad is your boyfriend. You would cry if you got to see Jimin looking fine as hell but he wasn’t going home with you.

He bends his neck, nuzzling his face into your chest again, “Sure thing, baby. I won’t forget. Do you need to do my makeup? Should I just ditch helping with the setup?”

You tighten your grip, “Stay with me. Fuck Beta Tau Sigma.”

He chortles, letting out peals of pleasured laughter, “Babe. I wish.” Jimin’s so fucking cute, you wanna pat his head and thus you immediately do so, not even attempting to curb the urge, and then you finger comb back his silver gray locks that you had twisted into a mess earlier.

“No, you don’t need any face makeup, unless you want to. You just need to look hot and be shamelessly confident. Maybe you can channel Seokjin?” you suggest. You heard that Seokjin has a nautical themed costume to wear tonight. If he’s going as a sexy merman that bares all, then Jimin could probably stand to borrow some of his confidence.

Jimin narrows his eyes, looking affronted, tightening his grip on one asscheek before spanking it loudly, “I don’t need to channel Seokjin hyung when I can channel myself, Y/N.”

“Okay, okay,” you easily acquiesce, your own hand moving down to your backside and attempting to rub the reddened flesh. “You’re right, but… remember to do that please.”

“Okay, I don’t get all this remembering business. Y/N, I always look hot,” Jimin tilts his head looking down at you, “What the fuck are you dressing me up as, dude?”

You blink. “Something sexy?”

“Then explain your comment or I’m pushing you off me. You don’t deserve me or my body,” he sasses, already with his hands on your shoulders, prepared to throw you off. “Y/N, you do think I’m the hottest guy you’ve ever seen or been with, right?”

You nervously giggle and lightly scream. How the fuck do you explain that you need Jimin to pull off a very specific look without spoiling the surprise and telling him what it is? “Of course, I think you’re the most attractive man that’s ever lived. Jimin, you are pure aesthetic excellence,” you quickly interject.

“You know how there are several kinds of attractive men? I need you to put on the costume first and let that influence how you do your hair. Like remember when we watched 50 Shades of Grey and you said you were Christian Chim Chim. Don’t fucking do that shit. I need—oh shit, you’re right. I need you to channel yourself. Baby, when you pick your filter for tonight, I need you to be the frattiest, most cocky, and confident fuckboy ever. Give your entire frat a run for their money. Baby, you need to be able to get any guy or girl. That Jimin. The one that bagged me. Be that Jimin.”

“Wow, I didn’t think you were going in that direction,” he laughs, sheepishly, “I came at you too hard. Of course, I know my girlfriend is fucking attracted to me. Sorry, babe, my head isn’t right this week.”

You look up at Jimin, “What’s wrong?” the words aren’t delivered lovingly – no, they’re delivered like a threat; like you’re fully prepared to go find the bitch or asshole who knocked down Jimin’s self esteem and tear them a new one. Nobody gets to hurt your baby like that. Not even you. And if you did do it, accidentally, you would usually wallow in a pool of despair ,begging for Jimin’s forgiveness while at the same time knowing you didn’t deserve it.

And that had only happened once and only because you didn’t know that his hand size was a trigger for him. They’re bigger than yours by a centimeter, though his pinky is about a millimeter or two smaller and you had laughed about how you found it funny that your pinky was longer. But then you cried yourself to sleep when you noticed that Jimin had gone quiet for the rest of the date and didn’t even bother to kiss you goodnight before leaving.

Right now, Jimin snorts, “I’m just being dramatic. Jungkook said I looked like a hot mess this week. And I know that my hair looked like a haystack and my clothes weren’t coordinated, but it’s not like I had time to blow dry my hair or plan outfits or even breathe.”

“Well, Jungkook’s an ugly jock, so what does he know about sexiness?” you scowl, “Stupid fucker with his big, ugly muscles and his meatheaded coconut shaped skull.”

“I have muscles,” Jimin interrupts, rolling the two of you around again until he's caging you under his body. His hands are right by your ears, fingers splayed out and his 13 tattoo looks so starkly black from where it is on his flexed left wrist. The devious male smirks before he subtly rolls his hips into you, hard zipper from the denim pressing against your messy and flushed front.

“Sexy muscles,” you sigh immediately, “Jungkook wishes he looked like you.”

He bites down on his lower lip to hide his smile but it still breaks free, the curve of his lips curling up as it spreads wide to show how happy he is. “Pretty girl,” he mumbles, “I want to destroy you but you’re too sweet.”

At that, your legs immediately surge upwards to cross over his ass, thighs hugging either side of his hips while meeting those shallow rolls of his. You gyrate your own hips until you can get your folds perfectly aligned with his zipper and his cock beneath it, an angry hard length that’s desperate to break free.

Jimin inhales loudly, a sharp sound that makes your skin breakout with goosebumps even with your warm skin pressed against his hot flushed one. You’re hyper aware of his every move and sound. When he moves his hands over your ass-cheeks, palming them, his dexterous fingers are restless as they seek to make you whimper and keen before he squeezes your ass, pushing you up to draw your hips to him until your pelvis is flush against his. He grasps you so tightly that there’s barely a hairsbreadth of space in between the two of you. Jimin loves going commando and his cock head breaches the waistband of his jeans, the tip stabbing you in the belly button because of its monstrous length.

He’s looking down at you with his eyelids hooded. His blackened eyes are dark from desire, the pupils so blown out you can barely make out the brown irises that edge them. The heat terrifies you but also makes you yearn for more, and you haphazardly move your face in the direction of his, almost missing his mouth as you sloppily join lips together. Your arms go up, twining around his neck, both your hands have their fingers buried in his gunmetal colored locks, palms supporting and cradling the back of his head lovingly.

His jaw almost crashes into your chin as he vigorously leans into the kiss, greedily inhaling through his nose, reluctant to pull apart from your mouth as he keeps swiping his lips over yours, sucking at your plump lower lip and nibbling at your cupid’s bow, before he eases you into opening your mouth again. All the while he’s got a hold on your ass, using it to further push you into him instead of crashing down on you, suffocating you with his heavy weight and pressing you into the mattress. The act is thoughtful, though born out of desperation, and your fronts collide with each other, your breasts clinging to his chest as your hardened nipples brush against his metal adorned ones. You hiss when you feel the round ends of his piercings drag against your soft skin, dimpling into them when you’re pushed even tighter against Jimin.

One of Jimin’s hands wander from your ass to clench your thigh, gripping your smooth, supple flesh as his fingers, with the nails slightly grown out since he had forgotten to cut them this week, dig into your skin while he pulls your legs apart and bucks against you. It’s not hard enough to truly hurt but his fingernails do leave temporary red crescent indentations and make you whimper from the tiny bit of pain.

Your tongue, meanwhile, is still roving around Jimin’s mouth and brushes over his reddened swollen lips, and you can taste the mint from the Listerine strip he had dissolved on his tongue after lunch, as well as the peach flavored lip balm he had swiped from your book bag. After a particularly hard nip from Jimin’s teeth, you break apart from his lips to let out an embarrassingly loud wanton moan. He doesn’t let a single second go to waste as he drags his lips along your jaw, nibbling along the way as he moves lower in the direction of your throat. Once there, he bites roughly at the sensitive skin above the hollow of your neck, sucking on it harshly until it leaves a blossoming mark of reds and violets. As he darts his tongue out to soothe the aching flesh, he sneakily dips it into the hollow of your neck and then your collarbones as well, messily licking up the flushed expanse of your skin.

Jimin soon finds his way back to your cherished breasts that he loves so ardently. As he wraps his mouth around a still angrily reddened and tender nipple, you make your hand sneak in between the two of your abdomens, not playing the role of an idle participant. Your hand grips at the front of his pants, holding his cock against your palm as your thumb rubs at its swollen head. You stop your movement over his dick to turn your attention to undoing his button and Jimin growls out in frustration, biting down on your soft underboob, leaving a half circle of teeth marks.

“Chill, baby,” you soothe him, and as soon as you free his cock from its confines, your hand tightly grasps the member to stroke it.

The tight, suctioning grip of your fingers and palm around his heated shaft makes him sigh lewdly in relief as his eyes flutter closed in ecstasy, his long dark eyelashes fanning the apples of his cheeks. He slumps against you, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours as one of his dampened locks of hair falls over his left eye. His nose brushes against yours, and if you wanted, you could place gentle open mouthed kisses on his slightly parted lips, but you ignore them to focus on his cock, while Jimin turns his attention to wetly press his mouth against your cheek and then your jaw.

His moans go up a pitch, filling your ears with his musical sounds of pleasure. Biting your bottom lip, your teeth sinking into it as you press your forehead against Jimin’s even harder, you switch up your form and go to fondle his balls with your nimble fingers. As you tug on them, Jimin lets out an anguished sound that's a cross between agony and elation.

“Y/N, don’t. Don’t tease me. Please?” he begs, “I haven’t had time to get off all week. Baby, please. I’m gonna blow my load. Let me fuck you, beautiful.”

You quit teasing him and instead, your hands got to his waistband on either side, fully determined to shove his pants down his thighs. You don’t even need them down fully, just enough so that Jimin could fuck you without any complications.

He backs up from you and you sigh in discontentment the second Jimin’s flushed peaches n’ cream skin is no longer clinging to yours as the male hops off your bed to tear his jeans fully off his legs. He struggles a little, jumping lightly as the tight material clings to his sweaty thighs and you almost swoon when you see his ass jiggle. What was that thing Doja Cat said? Oh yes, “if you could see it from the front wait till you can see it from the back.” And you can definitely see Jimin’s from the front while also confirming that yes, the backside view is even more mouthwatering.

The pants successfully taken off and thrown to a far corner of the room, Jimin immediately hurls his whole body onto the bed, catching himself with those toned arms whose biceps have started to look shockingly large in the past couple of months and made you demand Jimin carry you everywhere around because he was definitely strong enough to. The thought makes you smile and you immediately smack a kiss against Jimin’s lips because he always carried you whenever you asked.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers against your lips, nuzzling his nose against yours. His thick thighs are bracketing yours as Jimin hovers above your lap, his cock bobbing against your pelvis and its head getting caught onto your lace underwear as it soaks it with precum. As he pulls your panties off, he asks, “Can I keep these? I’ll return them to you later. Hand washed and folded.”

You snicker, “Sicko,” teasing him, but then you press your lips against his before they can droop down into a frown. “Yeah, go ahead, baby. Thanks for remembering that they don’t go into the washer.”

And then you and Jimin are finally getting to the main event. Bare as always, because while you had been on the pill since you were fifteen, Jimin and you hadn’t started having condomless sex until the third month of dating. But once you started, you never went back. Your clit doesn’t need much to get it going and you’re already gushing like a broken faucet so Jimin thrusts his cock into you without much pomp or circumstance. As always, you gasp at the intrusion. Not only does your boyfriend have a sizable length, but he’s also girthy as hell and whenever he first fills you up, he takes your breath away.

According to Jimin, it’s because you don’t work out and you’re possibly asthmatic. At that you always smack the back side of his head and tell him no, it’s grossly romantic that he can take your breath away with his fine ass dick game, and your lung capacity is fine for someone who wasn’t in the church choir for twelve years. Yes, your boyfriend is a former church boy. If only Father Thomas could see how low he had fallen. But compliments about Jimin’s dick always makes the cocky, pun intended, jerk smirk like a self-satisfied Cheshire cat and giggle adorably. He is a stunning contradiction of a man. Sometimes you want to suffocate him with your thighs, other times with a pillow.

He shallowly thrusts in you once, twice before he unexpectedly takes almost his entire dick out of your folds before slamming back into you so vigorously that it makes your thighs quiver, wrapped as they are around his waist. He’s so deep in you that you can feel the clean shaven base of his cock pressed against your mons. From there on it’s a frantic joining of the two of your bodies as Jimin furiously pounds into you, letting out all of his frustrations from the past week onto your body in the form of turbulent love making. You hold on for dear life, clutching onto his broad shoulders as your mouth slides against Jimin’s ear, softly whispering how much you love him and how you’ll always be there for him and how there’s no one else in the world more perfectly suited for you than your beloved boyfriend.

When he finally cums into you, a messy and molten flow of whiteness that paints your insides and then leaks out from the overflow, proof that your poor darling truly didn’t have a moment recently to let off some steam, the male wearily drags his body away from yours so he can return with a damp cloth to clean you up between your legs. As you drowsily look up at him and make grabby hands, he gently slaps them away, before placing a loving kiss on your forehead and brushing back your hair, tucking in a lock behind your ear.

“I need to go, baby,” he bemoans, “But I’ll see you tonight, okay? I’m setting an alarm on your phone to wake you up in an hour so you don’t oversleep and then have to rush to get ready.”

“Sweet baby,” you murmur, locking your arms around his neck and keeping him in place.

“Considerate baby,” Jimin argues, tenderly moving his hands up to encircle your wrists and pull your arms away from him so he’s no longer trapped in your hold. “I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you,” you parrot drowsily, your eyes slowly falling shut as Jimin walks around your room to gather his clothes and then get ready to leave. He remembers to grab the shopping bag from Nordstrom you stuffed his costume in, not that you would ever shop there to buy a one time Halloween costume. It’s more likely that you reused the bag. He squints in confusion when all he sees is a mess of brightly colored fabric within it but he just shrugs, too tired from the sex to work up enough brain power to guess what his costume is. He then heads out the door, not forgetting to lock it behind him.

When you wake up to your annoying ass alarm an hour later—now why the fuck did Jimin use the quacking ducks preset as the ringtone? You feel boneless yet still exhausted. You tiredly drag yourself into the shower to get the smell of sex off your body and wash your hair, though it’s going to be hidden under a wig, just so you can feel squeaky clean before you put on your costume.

You and Jimin are dressing up as Ken and Barbie from Toy Story 3, and in your opinion the costumes don’t look half bad. You were running late with the costume planning in between everything you had on your plate this month but a successful run at the thrift store has given you plenty to work with. You ended up with explosively colored outfits for both of you, although they were more loosely inspired than exact replicas. After all, this is Greek life, you have to amp up the sex appeal for both of your costumes.

For yourself, this means that instead of wearing Barbie’s electric blue jumpsuit, you are wearing a bright turquoise bodysuit with a deep plunging neckline that divides your bust in two and goes all the way to your midriff, fortunately keeping your navel concealed even as it dips dangerously low. The pink belt that goes around Barbie’s waist is instead a hot pink belted choker around your neck but you are rocking the green, white, pink, and blue 80s inspired leg warmers she was wearing as well as patent leather stiletto pumps in the same pink as your collar. Your look is finished off with a wild blue smokey eye and iridescent pale pink lips, and after you are done with your makeup, you struggle to make your synthetic blond wig not look completely awful on your head.

As you leave for Pi Beta Phi, you grab your purse, keys, and phone but a quick step outside reveals that the weather has gone unexpectedly chilly, making you rush back to the apartment and grab the first piece of outerwear you see – which happens to be Jimin’s oversized light colored denim jacket he left in your apartment two weeks ago.

It’s probably for the best that you’re wearing the jacket, you think to yourself as you wobbly make your way across the hilly sidewalks that lead to Greek row in your stiletto heels. Your entire ass is out in the leotard-esque bodysuit and had you not been wearing a coat, the boys walking behind you surely would’ve gotten quite the show all the way uphill.

At the house, your sisters are busily running around making sure everything is perfect and ready for the party. They have made Pi Phi manor look great, although it leans towards the glitzy and glam side of decorations rather than the cute and spooky side. Black and orange is prominent throughout the entire house however, with the grand staircase railing done up with black poofy garlands and glittery orange streamers. You sign yourself and Jimin for the costume contest and then grab a red solo cup of apple cider – non-alcoholic since sororities aren't allowed to serve substances on their grounds, thanks to a decidedly sexist rule that never gets changed no matter how many elections pass – before heading back outside to watch the costumed guests walk up.

Your sisters and their guests are hanging around the cute little games that were set up on the grass. There’s a beanbag toss where the bags are all white and decorated with the faces of various mischievous ghosts as well as a cider bottle toss. You know that your boyfriend will get excited by the pumpkin smash station so you pointedly walk far away from it to the other side of the lawn where you see a couple of your friends surrounding the giant tin containers that have been set up for apple bobbing. Jimin’s fraternity brothers Seokjin and Namjoon are on their knees, since the basins are too low for their tall statures, while Namjoon’s girlfriend cheers for them as Jungkook simultaneously jeers them on.

Seokjin is dressed in a sailor costume that leaves little to the imagination. He has a peaked captain’s cap placed jauntily on his dark brown hair while his slutty outfit consists of white suspenders strapped onto navy skin clinging short shorts. A white and navy striped sailor collar hangs over his Pacific Ocean wide shoulders that ties in the front with the two floppy end pieces bouncing against his pecs from any sudden movements. Apparently, you were mistaken when you had thought that his nautical nod for the night meant that he would be a sexy merman. Seokjin seems to prefer a slutty sailor. His hands are clasped behind his back as he bends down to bite down on an apple.

Namjoon on the other hand is fully prepared for the costume contest in a TV accurate depiction of Khal Drogo. You don’t doubt for a second that it was his girlfriend’s idea as the brown girl is dressed as Daenerys Targaryen and looks picture perfect as the mother of dragons with her freshly bleached hair. She keeps rubbing her hands over Namjoon’s bare shoulders and back as the male bobs for his own apple, all while keeping the lookout for Jungkook with narrowed eyes since the male seems dead set on shoving one of his hyungs’ heads underwater.

Just as Jungkook nudges Seokjin into the steel bucket of water with his knee, you hear someone shout your name. You look towards the sidewalk where Jimin’s walking up, looking like the perfect Ken from Toy Story 3 and you immediately dart away from your friends to jump into his arms.

“Jimin,” you hum, kissing his cheek as your arms tighten around his neck. The male strengthens the hold he has on your thighs, holding you more securely against him as he walks the two of you back to the apple bobbing crew.

“Y/N, what is your costume?” he asks while perplexedly scrunching his slightly pinkened face up, flushed from the biting cold air of the autumn night, as he easily sets you down and looks at the denim jacket swallowing your frame and the blonde wig that seems strangely out of place, “Now I’m even less sure of who I’m meant to be.”

You stare at Jimin. He’s wearing the brightly colored abstract print shirt completely open, letting you stare at his sunkissed rock hard abdominal muscles as well as the platinum bars that decorated his pecs. You sneakily stretch your hand forward so that you can possessively press your palm against his Nevermind tattoo and he snorts, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you close to him. Your eyes make their way from his face to his neck where he haphazardly tied the blue bandana you got for him, the shade matching the exact color of your bodysuit. You untie it and redo it for him in a perfect Ascot knot.

“You’re Ken from Toy Story 3,” you explain, “It was hard finding the right shirt though,” you pout cutely at him.

Jimin tucks his hands into the small pockets of the light blue shorts he is wearing, cuffed to be even shorter. You forgot to account for how bootylicious Jimin is or how thick his thighs are because the cloth is tighter than you anticipated, clinging to his lower half like a second skin. You frown, biting your lip, no one better stare at his ass, suddenly possessed by jealousy. This peach is for your viewing pleasure only.

“Barbie doesn’t dress like that,” Jimin nods at his jacket, clearly indicating that he wants you to take it off so he can see what you’ve got on underneath.

“I was cold,” you defend yourself, but you slip off the outerwear and give it to the male to hold onto.

Jimin narrows his eyes as he walks around you to get the full 360° view, taking his chance to smack your ass lightly when he’s behind you. “You can put the coat back on if you’re cold,” he says nicely, sounding chivalrous though you know it’s more likely because he is just as possessive of your ass as you are of his, and both of your cheeks are practically hanging out due to the high cut of the leotard.

“Nice costume, hyung,” Jungkook nods in Jimin’s direction, handing him off an apple he clearly swiped from the game.

“Thanks,” Jimin snorts, putting the apple into your pocket instead of having it rest against his warm thighs in his shorts’ pockets. “What the hell are you supposed to be?”

Jungkook is shirtless and wearing a pair of crimson colored hot pants. You don’t have a damn clue what he is meant to be either. “The devil.”

“Where are your horns,” you scoff, crossing your arms as you narrow your eyes at him, very visibly and judgmentally looking him up and down, unimpressed by his lack of effort.

At that Jungkook’s eyes widen as he frantically pats the top of his curly black locks, “Shit, Sooyeon is gonna kill me.” And with that the male disappears into the fray, heading back into the sorority house to find the headpiece to his costume.

Jimin smiles, rocking back and forth on his feet, “I saw a jar of candy corn. If I guess the amount in it correctly or get the closest to it, I get to keep the jar.”

“Jimin, you hate candy corn,” you complain as you take his hand and allow him to pull you through the party so that you guys can walk around and see all the attractions.

“I could donate it. Or,” your boyfriend pauses, lower lip getting bitten as his brows become furrowed, “Halloween’s actually on Sunday. I could give it to the trick or treaters.”

“Children come by to the frat to get candy?!” you shriek, aghast at the thought. Those poor kids, getting scarred for life. The thought of them witnessing the shenanigans that Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook get up to has you distressed.

“Actually, we have a little event we do at the local elementary school. We play games. They show a PG-rated spooky movie in the auditorium and there’s little goodie bags we made earlier this week with individually wrapped candy and ghost and pumpkin stickers,” Jimin rambles, his cheeks going up and his eyes getting all squinty as he excitedly explains to you.

A soft smile overtakes your face as well, “That’s really sweet, Jimin, but what if you don’t end up doing anything with the candy corn because you forget? Wish it were jelly beans. Or even gummy worms.”

“I would do so well, though,” he grumbles, running a veiny hand through his silver locks, pushing the strands back and off of his forehead, “I’d win.”

“I know you would. You’re really good at estimating, but since we both know you’d win... Do we really need a 6 pound jar of waxy corn syrup flavored junk?”

“Disgusting,” mutters Jimin, and then he gently swings your attached arms back and forth as you both go deeper into the fray.

There’s a Quidditch themed butterbeer pong game that you’re pretty sure has been illegally set up, that you and Jimin spend most of your time at, drinking the disgusting butterscotch flavored soda – when you’re not at the snacks table eating the Southern bbq your sorority had catered, as well as all the sickeningly sweet seasonally appropriate desserts your sisters had either baked or bought.

Slightly sluggish from your full tummies, you guys finally go up to the cute little section inside the front entrance to the house where the formerly giant open space has been turned into a little stage with seats for the audience wishing to watch the costume party. Your Pi Beta Phi president, Sariya, is waving her little bedazzled orange and purple gavel like she thinks she’s a judge requesting order in the courtroom. You and Jimin speed walk your ways to getting seats in the far back, where you can make a quick escape if necessary.

You guys make it through several of the costumes, the highlights being Jisoo, Lisa, Jennie, and Rosé being dressed up as the teletubbies; Namjoon and his girlfriend providing steep competition as a Dothraki and Daenerys although you don’t think they’re going to win since pretty much everyone hated the last season of “Game of Thrones;” and several groups and couples embarrassingly dressing like characters from the ever popular Squid Game which is 2021’s version of how literally every couple dressed like Harley Quinn and the Joker from “Suicide Squad” in 2016. Then, it’s finally time for you and Jimin to hit the stage. You pull off the denim jacket and put it on a chair off to the side of the stage before you rush to catch up to your boyfriend and walk on stage with him hand in hand.

Your sorority’s chapter president announces that the two of you are dressed up as Barbara “Barbie” Roberts and Kenneth Carson as the two of you spin around and do little twirls to let everyone see your costumes from all angles. This is met with a second of split silence since no one knows the iconic Mattel couple’s full names but then she continues to tack on, “Barbie and Ken from Toy Story 3!” At that the audience is wracked with cheers since the third movie has always been the fan favorite out of the franchise. Though it could have easily been just as likely that they were screaming at how much skin you and Jimin were both revealing. The two of you skip off the stage feeling pretty secure about your victory since the cheers for you two were the loudest they’ve been all night.

“I think it helps that you have such nice muscles and proportions, you look like the perfect male,” you smirk as you feel your way up Jimin’s chest, smoothing your palm over his abs and flicking one of his nipples. Your/Jimin’s jacket is hanging in the crook of your other arm, you’re reluctant to put it back on until after your victory lap from being announced as the winners.

Jimin immediately grabs you by the wrist after the nip flick, “Don’t do that,” he reprimands gently and then he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder and trapping your arms under his embrace so your sly hands can’t feel him up some more. He has the two of you facing the stage as Jungkook and his girlfriend Sooyeon take the stage. Jungkook’s in the aforementioned bright red booty shorts but has somehow managed to find his devil horns and is using a red silicone spatula as a pitchfork. His girlfriend is dressed in a white lace babydoll nightie from Victoria’s secret and has a fuzzy white halo on, though her wings are nowhere to be seen.

“Who would vote for that,” scoffs Seokjin, materializing next to you two from out of nowhere, making Jimin let out a surprised shriek that he attempts to conceal by turning it into a deep grunt. “He stole that spatula from our kitchen.”

Yeah, all of you are judging their costumes hard. It’s easily the outfits where the least amount of effort was made. Every single person dressed as a Squid Game character looks better than them. Unlike you and Seokjin, who are embroiled in a heavy discussion of Halloween costumes, Jimin is distracted as he contemplates how to get snacks and get back to you before the announcement is made. When his perusal of the space makes his eyes catch on two gentlemen looking you up and down, their gazes trapped to your chest, he immediately makes you put the jacket back on. You smile at him thanking him, because God, there’s nothing worse than creepy unwanted attention. Like, why can’t men ever let you be a baddie in peace?

When the winner gets announced ten minutes later as Jungkook and Sooyeon, you start screeching and attempt to run up to the stage to fight the judges. Jimin, knowing what would happen if you lost, grabs a hold of you and hugs you to his chest as you kick and squirm. When you break a hold of Jimin’s grasp to lodge the apple from Jungkook that had remained in your jacket pocket this entire time at the aforementioned male, Jimin grabs onto you again, tightening his arms around you and locking you against him even harder. Beside you two, Namjoon is similarly enraged, having found the group with his girlfriend after the announcements were made. He says it screams rigged since Sooyeon is the chapter vice president, and his girlfriend lets him rant to her though it’s clear from the way she’s undressing his already half naked body with her eyes, she’s not listening to a word he’s saying.

As you glare at Jungkook, giving him a stink eye from where he’s accepting the dumb little trophy on stage, Jimin takes the chance to hike you up over his shoulder as he carries you away from the sorority. He keeps dragging your jacket down to cover your cute butt from where it is beside his head, not only because it distracts him while he’s walking but also because he doesn’t want any other perverts looking at it. Jimin is the only pervert that’s allowed to openly fawn over you.

You let him carry you this way halfway down the street before you start squirming and tell him you can walk by yourself. The male hesitantly lowers you beside him, watching you with narrowed eyes as you stalk forward, growling under your breath about stupid nepotism and how you could never hold a more important role at your sorority because you weren’t a legacy Pi Phi, wishing you had a dozen more apples you could aim at Jungkook and Sooyeon’s heads.

“Hey,” Jimin protests as he runs ahead to catch up to you, “Community outreach chair is very important too, Y/N. Don’t undersell yourself just because Sooyeon got all her friends to vote for her.”

“It’s not fair, Jimin—” you cut yourself off, clearly holding back the meaner things you wanted to say. Instead, you change the subject, “Are we really going to the haunted house, Jimin? Last year you abandoned me in a corn maze.”

“I didn’t abandon you,” Jimin argues immediately, still disagreeing with you a year later, his brown eyes glinting as he rolls them at you, “You got lost… in a maze… because it’s a maze. They’re designed that way.”

“You let go of my hand,” you pout, your lower lip quivering, the pale sparkly lipstick making it look like your mouth is covered in fairy dust.“You left me. I still have nightmares. I found a random ass crop circle. I was literally seconds away from being abducted by aliens,” You declare dramatically before then crossing your arms, frowning deeply though you don’t change paths and continue to walk in the direction of his fraternity.

“I won’t do that this time, Y/N, I promise. And this is just a basic frat run haunted house. It won't be anything like Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios. Hobi hyung and Yoongi hyung got dragged into playing the role of the scarers. Hobi hyung is dressed as Edward Scissorhands but honestly, do you really think he is the type of person who is good at scaring others?” Jimin has to admit he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from snorting the second you mentioned the crop circle and aliens. You are literally the most paranoid person he knows. Even worse than Hobi hyung although he knows you’ll disagree.

You furrow your brows, they got the resident scaredy cat Jung Hoseok to participate in the haunted house? Hoseok’s fear tolerance is much lower than yours. Last year, you and he ended up alone in Jimin’s apartment while Jimin went downstairs to pick up the pizza delivery and Hoseok ended up screaming his head off when the two of you saw a giant spider on the ceiling. He demanded that as his junior, you kill the creature – which you tried, but it only resulted in failure. After all, Jimin is the one that kills bugs in your relationship. When Jimin came back into the apartment, half of it was burned down from the two of your attempts. Well… not really, but you are exaggerating to make a point.

“Come on, Y/N, one quick run through the house and then we can go to my room on the next floor. I bought you snacks and we can watch Nightmare Before Christmas together,” he suggests biting down on his lip.

“Fine,” you whine, stomping with one of your pink leather encased feet, “But this time, no letting go of me!” And with that you speedily shuffle into Jimin’s arms and make him awkwardly walk with you the rest of the way since it felt like you two were practically conjoined with how close you remain to him the entire time.

“It’s going to be fun, Y/N,” Jimin murmurs as he takes out the tickets he got for you two earlier in the evening and hands them off to Taehyung who is manning the entrance as the clown from It. He has a face full of white makeup on and had even drawn on Pennywise’s terrifying red smile with the crimson paint running through his cheeks to cut right across his eyes and go into his forehead in two curvy lines from the end of his smile. The male had teased his blond hair into the shape of the dancing clown’s iconic hair before spraying with temporary orange hair chalk.

“For you,” you grumble, pointedly stepping around Jimin to his other side to avoid Taehyung and his unnerving costume, “But as long as you play the role of my dashing protective knight in shining armor, I shall try to persist.”

Beta Tau Sigma is the first male fraternity that was founded in your university. Though their massive mansion gets major renovations every five to ten years, the Victorian structure was built in the 1800s. So when the boys convert it into a spooky haunt, it is successfully terrifying.

From the moment you step in, fog clouds the interior, making you clamber to Jimin’s side, pressing into him when you can’t see more than five feet ahead of you clearly. To your utter dismay, the frat’s brothers have taken advantage of the location’s history and how it houses so many young individuals and made that the central theme for night. It is designed like a cross between an asylum and a school for troubled minds and Yoongi leaps out scaring the living shit out of you three minutes into your traipse through the first floor, dressed up as Hannibal Lector in his bright orange prison garb and tiger-esque hockey mask.

Jimin is, of course, unfazed. He stares at Yoongi with a wry lopsided smirk gracing his lips before striking a conversation with his hyung. You try to justify your reaction, and Jimin’s lack thereof, by convincing yourself that your boyfriend didn’t react because he already saw Yoongi today in his costume and you hadn’t, so your jump, followed by the screech that had you ducking your head into Jimin’s chest, was a reasonable reaction.

“Do you think I would be less scared if I closed my eyes and had you blindly direct me through this place?” you ask, seriously considering it, quickly flapping your shimmery blue lids shut.

“Don’t do that, Y/N, it’ll make the music seem even louder to you,” Jimin warns, as he gently pushes you forward so that the two of you can now make it up the stairs to the second floor.

Your neck hairs stand at his words as goosebumps take over your entire body. Now that Jimin has mentioned the music, you can hear the eerie Tethered remix of “I Got 5 On It” as it finishes off and is replaced with a creepy instrumental remix of Melanie Martinez’s “Carousel” as though the playlist is blasting in your ears, attacking your eardrums. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But, Jimin! I hate this,” you cry out, sharply snapping your eyes open, before you gingerly make your way up the stairs.

Each step is covered with fake cobwebs and as you move your legs the giant spider and snake decorations on the banisters and railings start to move, activated by motion sensors and making weird broken noises. It’s definitely not the scariest part of this entire thing but you flinch every time a fuzzy pincer or a plastic reptilian tail brushes against you and you find yourself dashing through the rest of the stairs though Jimin hurriedly calls out for you to wait for him.

At the landing for the next floor, you wait for your boyfriend and when he finally slings an arm around your shoulders, the two of you take off again. This floor has bedrooms, though, and some of the brothers that live on it have given up their spaces to be used as miniature themed scare rooms, though not every door is open and available for the public to walk into. You and Jimin make your way through one of them that has been set up to look like a medical operating room as well as another set up like a bedroom with screaming frat members strapped into beds with metal frames that try to grab you as you wake by them before the trouble starts.

Later, Jimin will say he told you not to move and wait for him while you will argue with him that you heard him say nothing so you moved on like everything was fine and dandy. You’re in a room that looks like an abandoned classroom or something of the sort when things go awry. You won’t be able to appreciate how they converted the study room until months later because you receive the worst fright of your life there.

As you make your way through the desks towards the whiteboard at the front, the lights flicker before turning off completely and then the room, that’s already cold from the air conditioning blasting throughout the entire fraternity, begins to fill with fog. When the lights turn back on five seconds later, you blink, seeing dark spots from the abrupt brightness. As your eyes focus, you let out an earth shattering scream when you notice that there are two grown ass men who are much taller and bigger than you dressed like the Grady Twins from The Shining, brown shoulder length wigs, light blue dresses, white stockings and all, standing two feet away from you looking both incredibly imposing and impossibly threatening.

You fall to the ground and let yourself crumble into a ball, wrapping your arms around your legs as you press your shiny cobalt eye-shadowed eyelids against your icy knees. Jimin bursts into the room a minute later, following the sound of your shriek and immediately drops down on the ground next to you to wrap his arms around you and hugs you to his chest, squishing your face, the part that's not pressed against your knees, against his shoulder. He cradles your head into him as he brushes his hand over your hair several times soothingly.

You can hear him gruffly asking Soobin and Yeonjun to take five and vacate the room. The underclassmen readily do so since Jimin is a vice president of the chapter this year. Unlike your sorority, which has one president and vice president and then several chairs, Jimin’s fraternity has three vice presidents since it has a much larger student body. Namjoon’s the president, of course, while Yoongi is the external vice president with Hoseok dealing with internal affairs. Jimin is the member development vice president and since rush is over, his workload is a little lighter than the other heads’ at the moment.

“Y/N, I told you not to leave me,” he chastises as he somehow manages to pick you up from the ground and carry you as you wrap yourself around his body like a koala, clinging to his front. You burrow your nose, which feels like an icicle, into his collarbone as you tighten your arms around his neck like a noose. Your boyfriend, feeling horrible about your scare, ignores the discomfort that comes from the frosty contact of your skin against his.

As Jimin grasps your thighs more securely, you cross your legs even more tightly over his hips, “You didn’t tell me anything! I thought you were with me the entire time,” you cry out. You have no idea how your mascara and eyeliner are holding up but you hope they keep their waterproof promise as you start to sob again.

He brushes a kiss across the top of your head before he unexpectedly rushes to spit out a plastic strand of hair out of his mouth, having forgotten that you were wearing a wig since it was so dark inside the mansion. “Y/N, I don’t want to play the blame game with you when you’re in distress but, sweetheart, you walked away from me in the corn maze too. Y/N, if I’m going to be holding your hand the entire way through so you don’t get scared, you can’t let go of my hand and then blame me when you get frightened later on,” he harps softly, trying to keep condemnation out of his voice.

You pause your crying to protest, “You let go of my hand!” You still haven’t quite regained your senses and you keep attacking Jimin, whether validly or not… who’s to say? One thing’s for sure: the shock from your fear is keeping you from reacting rationally.

“Y/N, I told you I was going to tie my shoes and to not move, didn’t you hear me?” he asks, walking through the rest of the attractions without any harassment from the scarers. He’s guessing that Soobin and Yeonjun told them to leave the two of you alone, or the sight of Jimin carrying his obviously distressed girlfriend throughout the second floor has the other scarers giving you two a wide breadth. Hoseok even walks in the opposite direction with his cool scissor hands as he sees Jimin going for the next flight of stairs to the floor that has his bedroom.

“I didn’t hear anything, baby,” you mumble honestly, biting on your lip again, the soft waxy pink from your lipstick having long been worn off, “I swear.”

Jimin squeezes you around the middle, “Maybe it was just a misunderstanding,” he seems willing to let it go. He obviously doesn’t want to spend the rest of the night arguing with you.

Though it would have been infinitely easier for him to get his keycard out and open his dorm door if he put you down, Jimin lets you cling to him and one handedly hunts for the card in his wallet and then pushes the door open wide with his back, allowing the two of you to enter.

“I’m gonna set you down on my bed and change out of this costume okay, Y/N?” he asks, “Just because the costume party and this didn’t go as planned doesn’t mean we have to end the night on a bad note, yeah? Take off your shoes and wig, baby, and put Disney+ on. I’m going to get the snacks I bought yesterday out.”

You stare at Jimin, forgetting to do as he’s told you as you gaze enraptured by his handsomeness and natural charisma. As you watch Jimin peel off his multicolored shirt and shorts to abandon them in favor of a pair of black sweats, he mischievously smirks at you, playfully winking and giving a little strip tease which then shifts to him dragging his hand down his bare abdomen as he cutely yet sexily performs a hip roll for you which ends with a violent hip thrust that makes it clear that even with how cold it’s been tonight, the male is already at half-mast and still growing, his arousal undeterred by the chill.

The light smile that has been gracing your face disappears when Jimin sinks to his knees before you to pull your pink leather pumps off and you unexpectedly find yourself bursting into tears, distraught from the immense kindness and care Jimin has shown you tonight. This results in your boyfriend looking sharply up at you in abrupt alarm, puppy eyes widened as a look of deep concern takes over his entire face.

Jimin wiggles his way in between your legs, standing on his knees which make him basically the same height as you even with you sitting on his bed which is much higher. His hands, a little red from earlier outside, are freezing as they palm your cheeks and swipe both of his thumbs under your eyes at the same time to wipe away the fallen tears.

“Y/N, you need to tell me what’s wrong, right now,” your boyfriend stresses as he worries his bottom lip with his teeth, his crooked tooth digging into the plump flesh. As he pulls your blond wig off your hair he continues, “Baby, you’ve been off all day and it’s been getting worse and worse. You’re crying. What is it? Did I break a boundary in the haunted house? You wouldn’t cry over not winning a contest, right?”

You pull the wig cap off your darker natural hair, undoing the bun and finger-combing through it. Your bottom lip quivers as you pointedly look away from Jimin. How can you tell him? It’s your burden, not his. But how can you not tell him? It’s been eating you up inside, keeping it all to yourself.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you confess, pulling Jimin’s hands off you to bury your face in your own as you sob loudly behind your palms. Even as your eyes leak with salty tears you’re unable to control, you know that Jimin’s probably looking at you in bewilderment and possibly a little frustration that he can’t fix this for you since you still haven’t told him what’s wrong. You wish you had a makeup wipe to rub off all the makeup on your face that’s getting muddled from your tears.

“Do what? That sounds like something you say to someone when you want to break up,” he angrily spits out.

That makes you peek out from behind the darkness and protection of your hands. You look at your boyfriend and he looks livid. He looks like you have completely blindsided him and as though he immensely resents you for it. His thick eyebrows are furrowed low and his plump rose colored lips are pressed into thin white lines. His eyes are tinged with red and watery as they hold in unshed tears and glare at you with hard brown irises full of indignation. He has his arms crossed over his bare chest as he backs away from you, standing stiffly as he stares you down and you already know he’s closing up and getting his guard up. Soon, he won’t listen to a word you say.

Shit. No. NO NO NO. You’re panicking immediately, your hand coming up to your mouth but you instantly force it aside, knowing you can’t bite your nails anxiously when your relationship is falling apart right before your eyes.

“Jimin, no—Jimin, I wouldn’t,” you stammer hurriedly, tripping over your words in your rush to get them out fast enough while Jimin still is open to hearing you out.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why did you have to stumble over your words like this? You can’t even talk properly, you think in disgust. You tried to blurt out your words fast enough so Jimin’s mood doesn’t darken over the heavy misunderstanding even more, but you can’t even speak.

NO! This can’t be happening to you two right now.

Finally you just scream out, the words frantically being pulled from your throat in your incredible frustration and distraughtness, “Jimin, I’m not breaking up with you. I swear to God. Jimin, I swear on my own fucking life, too!” You sob in anguish, “Jimin, please? Listen to me. I swear—I wasn’t thinking when I said that. Baby, please! This has nothing to do with you. Baby, this is just a miscommunication error—Please?” you implore, gulping and gasping in between every inconsolable plea, “I can’t lose you.”

“Tell me right now, Y/N,” Jimin spits out. His words are so hard they pierce through your heart like ice. He’s closing off, you despair. “I am so sick of today, Y/N. Maybe it’s gone on for even longer. I don’t like this month. We can’t continue like this.”

You ignore the anger that prickles through you. It’s not as though this is your fault entirely. He’s the one who is rude to you when you reach out. Maybe you’re more mad about him saying earlier that he didn’t want to talk than you thought. But this isn’t the moment for that fight. You need to rein in your temper and tell him what’s been eating you up inside. That thing with Jimin? It could be dealt with at another time.

You exhale shakily. It’s loud and uneven but you manage to get in and out a few more pulls of air before you attempt to talk to him. He stares at you stonily from where he’s perched against his wooden dresser the entire time. How has the night gone so wrong? Oh right—you ruined everything.

“This is humiliating, but. God, Jimin. I had to drop my Chemistry course. I was failing it,” you bitterly bite out, wiping away angry tears, “But it was far enough along in the semester that I couldn’t just drop it and enroll myself into another class to replace the units. And then I got a call from the financial aid office that this would drop my standing from a full-time to a part-time student this semester and I would have to pay them back part of my aid since they had disbursed it already, but part time students receive less money than full time students.

“And I thought it would be fine because, you know... I dropped a class and I suddenly opened my schedule up for more shifts and a second job.

“But God. My landlord increased our rent starting from October because he only lets us pay month to month in that stupid building and not have yearly leases. I never saw that as a problem before when I used to think it meant I could leave at any moment but... Pi Phi has gotten so fucking expensive too.”

You clamp down hard on your lips tasting wax and something vanilla-y from the remnants of your lipstick. As you think about Pi Phi, you are suddenly filled with a blistering rage. It causes you to growl out, “And I hate the stupid sorority, Jimin! They keep asking more and more out of me in every single way. They not only want my money but they want my time. My fucking blood, sweat, and tears.

“WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR A MEAL PLAN AT THE PI PHI HOUSE WHEN I DON’T EVEN LIVE THERE OR EAT THERE?” you suddenly lose even more of your cool, screaming about it for the first time. Finally able to unload your frustration at the events that have upended your entire life, “For the monthly chapter dinners??” you hiss and then venomously bite out, “Why aren’t the chapter events paid for with what they take from us in the form of dues already?!” It’s obvious you think you’re being swindled.

“I don’t have time either, Jimin. I picked up so many extra shifts for everything since I was low on cash after paying back the university. My grades have even started to suffer. What am I supposed to do? I’m trapped in this stupid sorority. I can’t leave or my children and I will be blacklisted from Pi Phi forever. I won’t have the damn connections I spent the last three years building when I start job hunting. And I already spent all that money and it’s gone down the drain if I leave.” you lividly brush away the tears that fall from your eyes, immensely chagrined at your delicate emotions and how you seem to be spilling tears at the drop of a hat, unable to control them.

“But, Jimin... I might be fucking homeless too if I can’t pick up shifts because of Pi Phi obligations. What am I supposed to do?”

Jimin rushes to you, basically tackling you as he wraps his arms around you and the two of you fall back onto the bed. Your hair is a dark halo around your head as Jimin squishes you into the mattress. “Y/N? My lovely Y/N. My precious angelic Y/N. My darling sweet Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” he murmurs as he brushes soft kisses all over your face as he overwhelms you with tender compliments to make up for earlier when he mistakenly accused you of attempting to break up with him.

“I don’t want handouts from you, Jimin,” you fiercely protest, your eyes still glittering from unshed liquid, “I know you. You can’t stand it when someone you love or care about is going through something terrible. You want to fix it immediately, You’re a problem solver but I’m not your damsel in distress, Jimin. This isn’t your burden to carry or your problem to solve.”

Jimin just smiles at you lightly, evidently your boyfriend feels incredibly terrible about his outburst earlier that had led to his unfounded accusations. He also smiles in an attempt to control his anger, since it shouldn’t be entirely directed at you anyways, so it comes out a little rough and toothy, “It’s okay to ask for help, Y/N. You might not be my damsel in distress to save but no one said you had to slay all your dragons by yourself.”

“I don’t want your money Jimin,” you push against his shoulder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his dumb muscled frame doesn’t move an inch. Why is he so strong and solid? You’re no longer appreciative of how he can cart you along without breaking a sweat.

“I wasn’t going to give you money but I do have an idea,” he admits, tightening his arms around you as he rolls the two of you around so he’s no longer suffocating you underneath him. You struggle against his hold but are unsuccessful at loosening it even though your chances of escape should have increased since you are no longer buried underneath him. Quickly, you give up and flop back onto him, resting your head on his hard pectoral muscles. You can hear his heartbeat and it feels terribly intimate, making you struggle once more restlessly. You can’t stand this overwhelming downpour of love and acceptance from Jimin when you’ve treated him like shit today and continuously implied that he had a tendency to ditch you in scary situations.

“No ideas. I can do it by myself,” you protest stubbornly, lightly banging your head against the smooth silken expanse of his chest. You eye the tanned surface with narrowed eyes and contemplate whether you should bite him to show your ire, leaving a crescent of teeth marks on one of his generously endowed pectorals. You will that urge away and sigh.

“But you don’t have to,” Jimin cheerfully sings, with your eyes snapped shut against his warm skin you can’t see his face, but you have no doubt that he’s smiling widely at the moment. “Clearly, you can’t manage the stress.”

“Don’t, Jimin,” you warn, turning your head to the side so your lips are right by a tender nipple before taking it between your teeth, rolling the nub between it and biting down roughly. Evidently, you don’t have remarkable restraint. “I’ll hate you forever.”

“That’s an interesting dilemma you’re presenting me,” Jimin grins through the pain though you felt his full body wince and the way his body flinched away from you when you bit him, making you smirk deviously. His voice takes on the same tone as when he makes you listen to the stupid shit his Philosophy professor makes them argue about which then results in Jimin forcing you to counteract all of his arguments before the debates in class. “I don’t think you’ll hate me for what I’m going to suggest. But you know what, Y/N? If I ever had the opportunity to save you from ruin but it would result in you resenting me, I think I would still do it. I love you too much to let you live in misery.”

“I’m only in misery when I don’t have you, Jimin,” you disagree, pouting, “Everything else doesn’t matter.”

“Great,” Jimin grins, smacking a loud kiss against your lips, taking advantage of how enticing your puckered up lips look, rubbing off the remnants of your lipstick even more, “You’re gonna love my suggestion.”

“Ugh,” you groan in defeat, “Fine, let's hear it.”

“Let me move in with you.”

“Absolutely not!” you immediately protest, slapping a beefy bicep, and then pinching it lightly because that’s a dumb idea. No. He’s not moving in with you.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “Oh, come on. I spend more time at your apartment than my frat because you can’t fall asleep when you’re alone. You think someone is going to break in and murder you. You desperately need a roommate, or a better long term solution, and who is better than the guy who already spends so much time at your place that he should’ve probably started paying rent all the way back to August? Y/N, you spend so much money buying groceries that I end up finishing because you feel bad for making me spend nights with you that you feel like you have to pay me in ‘dinner and sex.’ Which, by the way, I don’t need constant food and sex, Y/N. I mean it’s nice but you’re not obligated to fulfill both those needs every time I’m at your place.”

“Jimin, you already paid for the entire year at your frat. You’re the vice president. You need to stay on deck at all times. You’re so important to Beta Tau,” you were not going to let Jimin waste money on an empty dorm. You knew how expensive Panhellenic housing was. Jimin probably paid for an exorbitantly expensive meal plan too. You ignore the comments about the food and the sex. You and Jimin cannot last more than five days without touching each other. Also, despite what Jimin says, he fully believes that you make the best Korean food out of anyone he knows at university. He’d probably wither and die if he had to live without your cooking since his diet otherwise consists solely of greasy takeout and energy drinks.

“First of all I’m a vice president not the vice president. Also, officers actually get free housing. That’s why the elections are so stiff every year. It’s the same reason that most of us decide to stay here instead of getting an apartment. We’re not being forced to stay and there’s no evil landlords trying to hike rent up illegally. Besides, it’s likely that a sophomore is going to be praising God the second he gets notified he got taken off the housing waitlist because a room just opened up. And it’s a single! Only officers get singles. Let me make that guy’s entire year, Y/N.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” you shyly mumble, looking down at Jimin’s chest and the glittering jewelry on his nipples to avoid eye contact.

“Mmhmm,” Jimin agrees, placing two fingers under your jaw and tilting your face up, “Let me help you,” he whispers across your lips before pressing them against his own.

You break apart from the languid kiss to gasp softly, your breathing still raggedly from your crying earlier, and finally concede, “Okay.”

And just like that. It’s like a switch has been flipped. Now that your boyfriend is under the understanding that he has just fixed everything, caring thoughtful Jimin goes away as horny wicked Jimin takes his place.

The look Jimin casts over your entire body as his darkened brown eyes nonchalantly track their way down is diabolical. He has no idea how your body suit is staying attached to your chest when its cut down the middle to your navel and he immediately has both of his hands going up to your breasts to cup them – his fingers slipping into your bodice, gripping onto the sparkly blue cloth before he roughly pulls them off the soft mounds. You glare at him as the sticky tape you used to keep the cups in position gets pulled off your body, leaving red marks on your skin where the adhesive had been.

Jimin ducks his head down, nosing your puffy nipples that begin to tighten once exposed to the chilly air, in apology. As his nose brushes against the sensitive nubs, hardening them, his mouth seeks those agitated red patches of skin, swiping fat strokes with his tongue over them, massaging in wet circles with its tip, as he sloppily layers them in his spit, soothing the flesh before puckering his lips around the sore areas, sucking on them until the marks darken into more vivid reds and purples, sometimes even adding the sharp bite of his teeth to deepen their permanence. He kisses all around your breasts, leaving marks from all over, even on the valley in between – almost as though he wants to make sure you can’t wear anything low cut or this daring without everyone seeing how you are his like he is yours.

You rake your nails down his back when you realize that, scoffing at how he’s still possessive almost three years into your relationship. Jimin looks up at you as he feels your nails dimpling into his skin, a shy but proud lopsided smile on his swollen, fuschia colored lips. He’s so fucking unapologetic. You roll your eyes before you return his grin and it’s only then that he returns his attention to your breasts, finally wrapping his lips around a pebbled peak, gently nipping them before his cheeks hollow out from the force that he’s sucking them, suddenly taken over by desperation. He swathes his tongue over and over the hard nub, before deciding to drag his teeth along the sensitive bud, rolling it between his teeth and then closing down, making you squeal, your head lolling to the side.

His intensity has you losing your mind underneath him. You writhe restlessly beneath Jimin’s body, your limbs spasming while your hips keep surging up, knocking against Jimin’s front frantically, seeking friction in vain. The stupid thick cloth of his dark colored sweatpants don’t let you feel anything but the faint shadow of Jimin’s dick, despite all your frantic bucking.

“Jimin,” you cry out in frustration, “Jimin!” You don’t even know what you want. Do you want him to take his pants off and furiously rut against you through your panties? Or do you want him to stop making you fall apart into pieces with his mouth that doesn’t cease its relentless besiege on your breasts?

Your boyfriend hears you, though, and it has him backing away from your body so he can look down at you to figure out the dimensions of your costume and how the fuck to get that thing off of you so you can be completely nude in his bed. You immediately whimper at the loss of contact. Jimin’s like a furnace and without his body covering you or his hot mouth against your skin, you can now feel the chill in his room which has not been excluded from the icy drafts that the fraternity has blasting through the mansion with the aid of central air conditioning to further the intensity of their haunted house. The entire place is temperature controlled which means the only thing Jimin can do to keep you warm is to wrap his frame around you since both of you are unwilling, at the moment, to put on more layers.

When Jimin finally rips the bright turquoise suit off, you’re left in only your mesh thong – the panties are made up of a diaphanous pink fabric that covers your mound, but lets Jimin see everything underneath as the golden tint to your skin peaks out through the cloth, and is edged with a lime green scalloped ribbon that has a cute little green bow on the center. Jimin can even see how the swath of fabric that’s pressed against your folds is darker from how wet you are, dripping into the material, deepening the color. “I love how you matched your panties to your leg warmers, Y/N. That eager to have sex with me tonight? You already creamed, no oops – screamed, them, and we’ve barely done anything,” Jimin goads, shamelessly staring down at you, his lips curling up devilishly as he can see the visible effect he has on your body.

“I always want to have sex with you,” you shrug blasély, unashamed of your desire and immune to Jimin’s taunts after so many years. He doesn’t embarrass you with how vulgar and descriptive he gets anymore.

But when Jimin starts to pump his fingers through your folds, the incessant speed and fervor has you whimpering to the point that you have to purse your lips in an attempt to conceal them. Jimin’s prodding fingers leave your pussy revealing that it has completely soaked them, making the male hold his hand up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pads of his fingers as he rejoices in your delicious taste.

“Come here, baby,” Jimin hums, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling warmly as he lulls you into a false sense of confidence. His fingers wrap around your smooth, shaven calves, gently dragging your cotton leg warmers down your legs.

In the blink of an eye, before you can even realize what has fully happened, your boyfriend has tied you up with those dumb multicolored striped pieces of fabric to his headboard. Your hands are bound together at the wrists and then closely tied to one of the headposts, limiting your upper range of motion. The most you can do is buck up, your back arching as you struggle and your legs kick about, but then even that motion becomes limited as Jimin straddles your abdomen. He’s up on his knees, his legs on either side of you and then the male pushes his black sweats and the navy boxer briefs he had worn for the party, so that he wouldn’t flash anyone in those tight costume shorts, halfway down his bulging muscled thighs, moving up your body until the pinkened mushroom head of his dick nudges against your lips, wordlessly telling you to part them.

Feeling defiant, you turn your face to the right and the precum that was beading the head of his cock smears against your cheek at the sudden movement. Your entire face heats up at that, a scarlet flush deepening the color of your cheeks, reddening your throat and décolletage.

“Y/N,” Jimin growls lowly, biting harshly down on the inside of his cheek and that’s all it takes for you to reposition your head, though you glare at him before you slowly spread apart your lips and take in just the bulbous tip into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. You suckle it languidly, focusing on just that part for a moment, twirling your tongue around it and sucking it hard, the point of your tongue poking the slit and eagerly lapping up every bit of precum that leaks out.

But soon you get into it, your neck stretching as you eagerly attempt to take in more of his length, hollowing your cheeks as you slide your lips over it. His tip drags against the roof of your mouth and you splutter in frustration around his cock that you can’t move enough to get even more of his length down your throat. At that Jimin moves even more up your chest, his bony knees almost digging into your armpits since your arms are thrown over your head in their tied position, though he carefully keeps himself perched so none of his weight is pressing down on your delicate rib cage. The male leans one of his arms back to rest his weight on his hand which is fisting his sheets, his fingers digging into his mattress while your actions pick up fervor as you eagerly bob your head forward to enthusiastically deep throat him. His other hand blindly reaches behind him in the direction of your folds, traveling down your continuously clenching tummy and pelvis, the delicate digits traversing the tightened muscles to successfully find the opening to your core, his thumb brutally pressing down on your pulsating clit, striving to hurl you towards release as you do the same to him.

His thumb furiously rubs at that sensitive bud while his other fingers roam your folds, two of them breaching your entrance to plunge into your gushing center, thick digits knuckle deep as he multitasks, pumping two of them in and out of you, curling them up with his fingertips brushing against the furled grooves of your walls, his hard fingernails raking against your insides to making you wail in discontent as his thumb keeps building up that pressured assault against your battered clit.

Meanwhile, you’re gagging on his cock as it sits heavily on your tongue, allowing you to feel the protruding vein along the underside, jutting further into your mouth, brushing against the back of your throat, stabbing your tonsils. You curl your tongue upwards, trying to follow the path of the vein with the tip. The ribbed, warm skin of his shaft against your tongue makes you salivate, drool dripping out your lips while you similarly drench yourself down south as a flood of arousal flows through your core.

But after a moment Jimin snarls, “No,” in frustration, his flushed forehead scrunched up as he seeks something more, something that will perhaps yield more satisfaction and result in greater relief, moving off of your body to agitatedly pull at the fabric of his pants, shredding them off completely.

When the male returns to you, completely nude, all warm peach, soft cream and blush pink shades, he decides to straddle you in the opposite direction, facing away from you. He grips your thighs firmly to maneuver your legs in a bent position, his palms feeling rough as they grasp onto the round globes of your ass to lift your pelvis off the bed, making your back arch as your pussy becomes level with Jimin’s mouth so that he can eat you out. He slides backwards after he properly positions you like you’re his feast so that you can once again take his dick in your mouth, allowing the two of you to properly sixty-nine.

Jimin’s cock twitches in your mouth in excitement and you quickly suckle it to keep it from jerking unexpectedly again, slowly teasing it and building up the pressure. As you keep things slow, Jimin shudders against your mons, his breath seeping through the mesh fabric of your thong, falling over your sensitive skin and making you get goosebumps all over. His lips close over your engorged clit through your panties, sucking so hard he wets the material so heavily it becomes transparent. But after a moment he abandons it, using his nose to nudge the cloth aside so that your folds are finally bare before he eagerly sets in. He sloppily licks fat stripes from your clit to your core, jabbing the tip of his tongue into you, nipping at your petaled folds. In his hunger, he doesn’t realize that he is slowly moving away from your mouth until your lips frantically wrap themselves around his mushroom tip, as you struggle to keep him in your mouth, back to only being able to suck on that upper part of his shaft. He grips your thighs even more soundly, slurping at your juices as your thighs quiver and jiggle on either side of his face. He can’t get enough of how you taste, his grunts mingling with your lustful moans and whimpers that pierce through the air. It doesn’t take him long before he successfully catapults you into a powerful climax, your soft thighs trapping his head as they close around it. Jimin ignores the constraint, sniffing at your delicious scent, lapping at your folds until he has successfully slurped up every bit of your orgasm.

When he releases his grip on your ass, no longer holding you up, your legs unbend, falling as you can no longer hold the position on your own due to the current jellylike state of your limbs. He climbs off your body to sit beside you, his back against the headboard as he finally takes off the bindings around your wrists. The second you’re free, you don’t get a chance to do much before you find yourself hauled up by Jimin and dumped on his lap, your still sensitive cunt brushing against his painfully hard dick as your thighs bracket his, making you twitch in his embrace.

You face him, taking in the messed up hair, voluminous and in disarray, the puffy reddened lips, and the coral colored flush that overtakes his skin from his ears to his cheeks to the entirety of his throat. He looks delirious, so terribly fucked out, and when you eagerly seek to touch his plush lips with your own red bitten ones, his eyes close softly, his black eye lashes fluttering closed as he lets out a blissful sigh. The kiss is earnest and gentle, Jimin’s fingers lightly twitching against your chin as they delicately grip it. “I love you,” you hum into the kiss, when you break apart for the smallest of moments, your lips trembling against his.

His heart skips a beat at your sincere declaration, blood surging to both his cheeks and his cock as he becomes even more maddened at those words, filled with an overflowing amount of love and lust for you as they take over his mind and make him lose control. He leans more deeply into the kiss, intensely passing his lips over yours again and again, too restless and greedy to let you part for a second or breath.

You’re his, he’s yours; he will never let you two be anyone else’s. This is forever for him.

“Ride me, Y/N?” he begs, when he finally is able to let you go, comforted by how your arms are wound tightly around his frame. His gray hair is darkened at the roots to a sooty charcoal color from how much he’s sweating even in this freezing room and as you brush it back, away from how they’ve fallen into his eye line, he murmurs, “At least in the beginning. Please, baby.”

You press your hands against his chest, your palms brushing against the rock hard points of his nipples as you lift your ass off his lap. You ask Jimin to help line your folds up with his cock because you’re too busy with your sudden obsession with the furled buds of his dark mauvy brown nipples. You find yourself too busy flicking them and rolling them between your forefinger and thumb, to be bothered to make sure that his cock would enter your opening. Honestly, if Jimin left you to your own devices, distracted as you are by the pretty shiny jewelry adorning his pecs – you would probably just absentmindedly sit down on him, rubbing your pussy against his length, too lazy to make sure he was actually penetrating you with his fat cock, fine with just getting off by humping each other.

You continue to swirl your tongue around the beaded nubs. Jimin hisses and groans when you nudge the metal ends of his piercings with the pointed tip of your tongue. The hardness of the platinum bars brushing against your taste buds seem so at odds with the silkiness of Jimin’s skin and you find yourself moaning as you lick up his chest, your tongue capturing the saltiness of his sweat on it.

Jimin sighs as he continues to let you dart little kitten licks against the hard points of his nipples. It always surprises him just how similar he and you are. You say it’s because he’s a Libra and you’re an Aquarius and that makes you both air signs, but honestly – he doesn’t know. What he does think is that he’s glad you two still get along, even though not only do you both have the same personalities down to a tee, the two of you often blow your lids at the most random things – fortunately, it’s usually not over the same things. But you both are also infatuated with the exact same features on each other, often wanting to perform the exact same sexual act on each other, even if you guys sometimes have to determine an order when it’s not possible to do it simultaneously.

He can’t blame you for wanting to suck his nipples right now when he spent over an hour with his face pressed to your breasts earlier in the afternoon, at one point even motorboating you until you shoved him away rolling your eyes, pretending it wasn’t enjoyable for you at all. This means that he'll happily let you hum against his sweat slickened skin in pleasure as you lick and nibble while he grabs ahold of your shapely hips and makes you slide up and down against his length. When you finally stop your adoration of Jimin’s chest, you sheepishly take back control and increase your speed, enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his dick, using his shoulders to clutch onto.

As the pace picks up momentum, you get sloppier, resulting in his cock dragging against your folds roughly. It makes you mewl mindlessly and Jimin moves his hands away from your hips now that you’ve taken back the reins. Instead, his hands go upwards, fingers knotting themselves into your hair as his palms cradle the back of your head, he gently nudges your head forward with his hands, guiding you towards his lips before you meet them in a desperate kiss that has you both sighing intermittently against each other’s mouth.

It’s taking you more and more effort to lift yourself off his cock and fall down onto it again as your thighs tighten with another approaching orgasm. When Jimin finally notices your struggles, he quickly rolls the two of you around so that he’s on top of you and you’re lying on your back with your legs wrapped high around his waist as he energetically jackhammers into you with tight, lethal snaps of his hips, keeping up a furious pace. His fat, monstrous length pounds into you again and again as you mindlessly rake your nails down his back, struggling to find purchase. He rams his cock into your hole as your walls quiver and tighten around him, reluctant to let him go.

Too enraptured by your beauty as he is full of both love and lust, it’s not enough for Jimin to just stare down at you, maintaining eye contact as he snaps his hips, pistoning into you. No, Jimin has to remain busy, giving you as much pleasure as possible, and so his head ducks low, wetly and messily kissing and biting his way from your throat to the expanse of your chest, littering your smooth skin with even more torrid love bites and hickeys. It’s fortunate that it is sweater weather because there is no way you can wear a bikini top without showing everyone the, at least, twenty impassioned marks that stain your skin as proof of Jimin’s adoration and devotion. His hand also sneaks its way down to increase the intensity, fiercely rubbing your clit to stimulate you. This time when you come, you squirt, drenching Jimin’s bed sheets. And all it takes is you gushing around him from your orgasm for your boyfriend to come powerfully inside you, collapsing onto your frame.

For a long moment, you let Jimin crush your body under his weight, welcoming the closeness and how his skin sticks and clings to yours with how sweaty you both have become. You tighten your legs even further around his hips, keeping his warm cock buried within you for as long as you can, but when it starts to erratically twitch from the overstimulation, you know it’s time for Jimin’s exhausted cock to pull out.

“Shower with me?” Jimin whispers against the shell of your ear, making you shiver. All of your senses are still overwhelmingly heightened after that second orgasm, “We can use up all of the hot water since they turned on the fucking A/C even though it’s almost winter.”

You let Jimin pull you along to the ensuite bathroom, both of you thanking God that he’s an officer who gets several privileges. Jimin lets you remain a little longer in the shower than himself, escaping early since you two couldn’t agree on the temperature. You had wanted it warmer than he did and he could only stand it for so long. You use the time to scrub every bit of Halloween makeup off your skin. As the water runs a bluish gray, you wonder how the fuck Jimin had sex with you when you looked properly fucked out and a right mess with your makeup running all over your face. Surely you could not have looked very pretty. You bite your lip, making yourself blush, but Jimin certainly must’ve thought you did with the way he kept staring at you the entire time. The heat of a thousand suns were behind his eyes as his eyes swept over your body and locked with yours.

When you exit the bathroom, in an oversized fuzzy Beta Tau crewneck that belongs to your boyfriend and one of his thicker pairs of sweats, your hair is blown dry since you didn’t want to drip water onto Jimin’s bed, wetting the sheets, when it was already so cold. Looking over the room, you find that Jimin has changed his bedding so it no longer has the evidence of his cum and your squirting splattering it.

Jimin’s already on top of the new sheets with, what do you know, Toy Story 3 all queued up on Disney+, though you know he takes any and all opportunity to rewatch The Nightmare Before Christmas that he can. The male hurriedly opens his arms out wide for you when he notices that you’re back in the room and you launch yourself into his embrace. Once you’re comfortable with your back pressed against his chest, he covers the two of you with his thick, warm blankets.

“Jimin?” you ask, twirling a flat lock of hair. Unless you style it, your freshly washed hair never has any volume.

“Yes, baby?” he answers dutifully, kissing your forehead. He’s warm and cozy, smelling like orange blossoms and citrus trees, both floral and woody and you love it, inhaling deeply.

“Can you come over on Sunday? I want to eat dinner together with you,” you admit, pulling the sleeves of his crewneck until your fingers are no longer visible and you have sweaterpaws.

“Depends on what you make,” he teases, nudging his nose against yours.

But you don’t realize, answering him seriously with thoughtful consideration to your dinner menu, “I was thinking I could make kimchi jjigae and maybe also dakgalbi?”

“Y/N, I was gonna be there with you regardless,” Jimin murmurs, raking his hand through his hair, pushing back the long straight strands of gunmetal colored hair from falling over his eyes and impeding his vision, “I’ll start moving in from tomorrow but it might be a little hard since I have rehearsal and then the actual showcase in the evening. But I figured I could get a huge chunk done on Sunday. Of course, I’ll eat dinner with my baby.”

“Jimin?”

“Yes, baby?” Jimin giggles before grinning at how you keep hesitantly repeating his name first before just saying whatever you wanted to tell him.

“I love you very much,” you admit, shyly, worrying your teeth over your lips that are covered with Jimin’s cherry chapstick you found on his sink’s counter. It’s not gross to share lip balm when you two are always kissing anyway. At least this way, neither of your lips are ever chapped and flaking.

“I know, baby. I love you, too. I’m sorry about snapping at you on Tuesday when you brought me food,” he confesses, his hands sliding up and down your arms, attempting to increase the friction to warm you up as you curl into his form.

“Oh. No, baby. That’s okay. It’s already forgotten, don't worry about that.”

“Yeah?” Jimin asks, hugging you tightly from the back, burrowing his nose into your hair. It smells like his Aromatica shampoo and you.

“Of course. You were just under a lot of pressure from midterms, baby. Don’t fret.”

“Yeah?” Jimin repeats, quirking his eyebrows playfully, “So you know that I don’t hold anything that happened today against you, right? Let’s just move forward, baby.”

“Oh, I see,” you opine, “This was a trap.”

“Don’t look at it that way,” suggests Jimin, cackling his head off, his cheeks stretched high and his eyes closing in the shape of half moons that are edged with his long dark lashes, “It’s a testament of my love for you.”

“What a forgiving and reasonable boyfriend I have,” you giggle, playing along, knocking your shoulder back into his chest, “He’s probably the best boyfriend to ever exist.”

“He is,” Jimin agrees.

“And I love him so much,” you declare, punctuating your statement with a happy kiss.

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