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jimin鈥檚 unrelenting battle with pets to be the cutest one around
for @lovinglyyours-jimin happy birthday! have a wonderful day today, pristine 鈾
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jiminmellowa day ago
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For you, I鈥檇 fight | Jimin
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鈫砱enre:聽fluff, angst
鈫硃airing:聽jimin x f!reader
鈫砇ating:聽pg15
鈫硍c:聽2.34K
鈫硈ummary:聽 There鈥檚 a thought that has been ever present lately, prickling at your insides. Despite him being your safe place, the one who can always make it right, love, they say, is a road that goes both ways.
鈫砤/n:聽This is is set in the same universe as this drabble, I鈥檓 trying to make this a series, so as time permits I will update this. I really really wanted to write this so here we are! Title is inspired by nightlight by finding hope. I freaking adore their every single song ugh! Feedback is highly appreciated, thank you so much!! <333
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At times (more often than not) you have this feeling that comes and goes. Missing, twisting the glittery gold string between your fingers, you think, is too constant of a feeling these days.聽
Missing him.聽
Scattered around on the blue tile are cheaply equipped decorations you yet have to hang on the wall, multiple foil stars hover from above, lazily swaying to a nonexistent wind. Watery sun rays douse the empty classroom in a dull yellow, draping the ambience in a glow that is almost fairytale-like. It's like a half-done picture straight out of a children's story book. But despite this, there is a hollowness surging inside you that is ever present these days, paling everything else in sight. Spread eagled on the floor, you lie with your eyes closed, sighing every few seconds.聽
You've been busy with the end of the year nearing. With the end of year exams which you had to prepare for the three classes you are conducting, and what with your own Christmas and new year plans that you eventually had to cancel at the last minute due to your busy work schedule, you have been seeing Jimin less and less frequently these last few weeks. With you being busy with the kids, and him with his rehearsals for the upcoming performance for a play, which, you remember is some kind of a 鈥渂ig deal鈥 for him, there has been hardly any time for you to even talk with your boyfriend.聽
Jimin had been debating on this, for months on end, asking your opinion and weighing the pros and cons of accepting the offer, eventually ending up with him accepting it鈥攁s he should. The last time you 鈥減roperly鈥 saw your boyfriend was two and a half weeks ago, which does not even qualify as a meeting. You remember vaguely catching a glimpse of his ocean blue sweater this morning just when he was leaving the room, the feel of his lips lingering on your forehead where he kissed goodbye, which is unfair鈥攄ramatically so.聽
鈥淔uck,鈥 Softly swearing under your breath, you get up on your feet to finish the rest of the decoration. Tomorrow's the celebration you promised for the students for making it through the year. The cheer-up party you promised for the students. It sure is extra work, but you have to keep it interesting. (Your grade coordinator's words, not yours: 鈥渒indergarteners lose interest quite soon, y/n).聽
And you still have 7 more stars to hang up on the ceiling. The clock chimes a late 3. If you cannot finish work at least by 6 in the evening, you are going to miss the third date night Jimin had prepared for the two of you.聽
Yes, you are terrible, spectacularly so.聽
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It is 7:15 PM when you open the door to your shared apartment. The only sound you hear comes from the kitchen, the lights dimmed and fairy lights overhead. The small living room is a safety bubble to your exhausted senses, its usher as compelling as a lover鈥檚 embrace. Inside, the air carries the fragrance of Jimin鈥檚 favorite soap and fresh peonies on the table. Your shoulders slouch at the sight, an ever familiar feeling of guilt pinching at your insides. Your heart twists, gut wrenching when you realize the obvious鈥攜ou are late.聽
Slipping off your shoes you place them haphazardly next to his sneakers, sauntering inside with a long exhale. The aroma of sizzling tteokbokki and steak welcomes you as you drop your bag and the trench coat on the couch in a heap, a willful smile replacing the frown on your lips.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 home,鈥 you say to the lone Christmas tree that lacks any decorations. It stands to the corner with a somber gaze, particularly dormant and dull; a judgmental regard, which is not at all helping the situation.聽
Jimin won鈥檛 be home for Christmas, you remember with a pang.聽
His disembodied voice rings faint from the kitchen, screaming a boisterous welcome, prompting your smile to widen. Turning the corner to the kitchen, you are met with the back of your boyfriend, his blue sweater on, sleeves rolled up on his arms as he keeps stirring something on the frying pan.
鈥淗ey,鈥 he greets over his shoulder, smiling that sweet, home-boy smile that has you weak in the knees. Two bottles of beer and a ball of brown-sugar crystals are pushed together in a neat line on the tile.聽 On the stove, a steak sizzles amber gold, steam rising in lazy curls. His cheeks are flushed, rose-tinged, a single strand of fresh blonde hair falling in his eyes.聽
Crossing your hands over your chest, 鈥淗ey yourself,鈥 eagerly returning the smile, you reply, all the while leaning on the doorway to the small kitchen.聽
Turning around, 鈥淥ne sec!鈥 Jabbing a finger in the air, he flips the steak on the frying pan, grabbing a beer bottle next and emptying some of聽its content into the pan.聽
鈥淎nything I can help with, little chef?鈥 you ask, already knowing the answer.聽
He shakes his head, 鈥淣ope, I鈥檓 almost done.鈥
For some reason, this makes you smile. Jimin is diligent in everything he does, be it a dance move he missed at practice, or some odd ingredient of a recipe to an equally odd dish he had found online you can鈥檛 pronounce the name of. One of the endless attributes you admire of your boyfriend, that you lack, tremendously.聽
Slightly shaking your head at this thought, you find a seat on the round table, draped with a red and white cotton tablecloth. Here also, he has placed a vase full of pink peonies, along with two empty plates with spoons and folks on either side.聽
鈥淏ad day?鈥 Your gaze snaps from your fiddling thumbs to his backside, still stirring the cuisine. The concern is evident in his voice.聽
Shrugging to none in particular, you reach out for a silver spoon, fondling it around, watching your reflection distort on its surface with the movement. 鈥淲ell, 鈥榖ad鈥 would be a stretch.鈥 He hums in reply, turning off the stove. 鈥淪till, not so good.鈥
鈥淚 see.鈥澛
You watch him reach up, flinging the door open to an upper shelf and producing a bottle of wine along with two glasses.聽
鈥淚t was manageable still, nothing too dramatic,鈥 you assure, barely retaining from jumping on your boyfriend engulfing him in a koala hug when he walks over to the table, placing the bottle of wine in the middle and then the glasses neatly beside. 鈥淕ood,鈥 he whispers, reaching down to peck your lips.聽
鈥淗ow was practice?鈥澛
A barely perceptible frown looms across his forehead, which disappears as soon as it comes. He remains there, caressing your cheek. 鈥淔ine,鈥 he says, 鈥渃razy, but fine.鈥 He smiles, and before you can delve further into it, he presses a finger against your lips, shaking his head. 鈥淣ow, we eat, nothing else, okay?鈥澛
鈥淛imin,鈥 You hold his wrist, ripping his hand off of your lips. Brows furrowing, he nods, ushering you to proceed. Biting your lips, you stare at him a moment longer. You want to apologize for missing the last two dates. The multiple times you had done so over the phone never sat right. You want him to say it鈥檚 not alright. You want him to say you are not fighting enough for him, for the two of you. You want to confess instead of justifying your reasons.
鈥淣othing. I love you,鈥 you whisper.聽
He exhales, deep, and breaks into a smile, wide and full. You want him ingrained in your brain, his hands cupping your cheeks, his own bread cheeks bunched underneath his crinkled eyes, holding the universe. There鈥檚 nothing else you鈥檇 ask for, but for this moment to last longer.聽
鈥淚 know,鈥 he says. 鈥淚 know.鈥
One by one, you help Jimin place the plates on the table. His mother鈥檚 favorite recipe for tteokbokki, a plate of garlic butter steak and then finally two glasses of wine beside your plates. Two iridescent candles sit in the middle, their scent of orange blossoms wafting to mingle with the mouth watering smell of the steaming foods now scattering the table and then of peonies. Peonies he has bought for you, the ones聽he knows you love. Soon, the small kitchen is filled with cracked odd stories he is too adamant on sharing, from the pink haired girl who鈥檚 recently joined the cast of the new play he is working on, to the stout wife of Mr. Nam, and the brownies she makes. He does not miss a single beat. Except for the occasional random intervals where he stops to catch a breath, the only time he would close his mouth is to gulp some mouthful of wine. At this point, the smile lines might as well be etched permanently onto your face, and he does not seem to run out of things to say, making you blush from laughing so hard.聽
Even after an hour, cradled on the couch, with a thick blanket wrapped around your entwined bodies, you still can鈥檛 seem to stop laughing, head buried in his chest. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 unfair, Jimin, you can say like that because she likes you,鈥 a reminiscing smile on your lips, you say, regripping his clothes. He has been saying that you should allow your students to bring in plushies, which you didn鈥檛 in fact, despite the constant nagging and whining of the students. Oh, also, this was initially brought up by Chiya, a student who claimed to like your boyfriend that one time he showed up to pick you up after one of the classes. (He tends to get biased at times. But you can鈥檛 blame him, she鈥檚 too cute to resist.)
鈥淧oor kids, they have such a tough teacher.鈥 He feigns a pout, shaking his head disappointedly.
Shoulders slouching at his teasing tone, you nudge him softly, to which he chuckles. 鈥淚鈥檓 not tough, it鈥檚 for their own good!鈥 you whine, pressing your cheeks onto his chest.聽
鈥淚've heard that before,鈥 he teases low, his fingers coming to entwine with yours. He drops a lingering kiss onto your hairline.
鈥淓xactly! 鈥 you quip, throwing hands.聽 鈥淎s you should! I am responsible for every one of them and I can鈥檛 just let them do whatever they want just because they are cute! Besides鈥斺澛
And before you can鈥檛 proceed, Jimin lifts your chin with a crooked finger underneath. 鈥淗ey feisty, I missed you,鈥 he whispers against your earlobe, and you find words dying at the tip of your tongue. The frenzied beat of your heart is suddenly deafening in your ears as you grow still against him.聽
Swallowing, you shift on the couch, guilt crawling in your skin. 鈥淛imin, I鈥檓 sorry,鈥 your voice is strained as you mutter. Perhaps, you are not enough. The thought you鈥檝e tried to refrain from for the past few days surges through, crumpling your insides. He deserves better. So much better. Someone who is capable of giving him as much as he is willing to give, not someone who never is compromising enough like 鈥
鈥淲hat for?鈥 His voice cuts through your train of thoughts, skimming his thumb over your cheek in an attempt to ground you. It鈥檚 the obvious he is asking for, both you and him are well aware of it.聽
You know what.聽
鈥淚鈥檝e been having this feeling lately, that鈥︹ your voice falters, the words a keen spear sinking through you, piercing your insides. 鈥淭hat you are the only one who is fighting for us.鈥澛
Weighing the words he stares聽for a moment, apparently puzzled at the sudden admittance, that he never saw coming. Rest assured, the thought never occurred to him, not even once has he ever thought that way. Let alone think you鈥檇 be thinking this way. His lips part. When he speaks next, his voice is calm, ironically so. 鈥淲here is this coming from?鈥
鈥淛imin, you are acting as if it's alright, but it鈥檚 not! I don鈥檛 want to be that person. The one who never compromises, but that is what I keep on doing,鈥 The pent up frustration bursts in waves, and your vision blurs with tears. Your lips wobble, swallowing. Prying your hand from his, you shake your head, the next words barely audible as you whisper. 鈥淵ou deserve better.鈥澛
Another tear rolls over your cheeks, the bitter aftertaste of what you have just said lingers heavy on your tongue.聽
鈥淏etter?鈥 he quips, voice terse.聽
His rigid tone is foreign in your ears. Biting your lip, you fidget in the seat, opening your mouth only to close it, failing at forming any words. 鈥淛imin, what I meant to say is鈥斺
鈥淲rong,鈥 he says, voice carefully low. 鈥淲hat you meant to say is completely wrong y/n.鈥澛
His stare is deep and penetrating. His free hand squeezes yours tightly, as if he were to lose the grip you鈥檇 simply dissolve. 鈥淚f what I deserve is not you, then I don鈥檛 want it.鈥澛
Then he cups your cheeks, bringing his forehead to rest against you. His lashes flutter softly against your cheeks, ushering yours to close, but you keep them open, which proves to be a struggle.
鈥淚 thought you knew that.鈥
聽鈥淛imin鈥︹澛
His eyes soften when his name drops like a soft prayer from your lips, churning his insides. His lips brush over the corner of your mouth. But before you can quip in he continues, 鈥淵ou feel like I鈥檓 the only one who is fighting for us?鈥 He requotes, this time questioning you. Your lips part, only to fall shut when his thumb seals them shut in one swift movement.聽
鈥淭hen I would,鈥 he whispers. 鈥淔or you, I鈥檇 fight鈥攆or as long as it takes.鈥
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Thank u for reading! <333 ily!
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opaljm15 days ago
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scream your panties (m) 鈥 pjm
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鉃 pairing: jimin x female reader
鉃 genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; minor angst; panhellenic college au ; established relationship ; halloween shenanigans
鉃 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 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 馃槒, 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鈥檛 make him stop 馃ぁ), 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
鉃 word count: 17.4k
鉃 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 鈥 the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriend's delicious self between your legs.
鉃 author鈥檚 note: Yo sorry for being a hot mess 馃槶. 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 馃檮. Btw I amped up the steamy factor and length cuz I'm going on a writing break after Nov. 15 since I鈥檓 not really going to have much of free time to write. I鈥檒l still attempt to post once a month but if that doesn鈥檛 happen please don鈥檛 pressure me about it? I posted like 100k for you guys this year and the year isn鈥檛 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 馃挄 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鈥檒l miss you when I鈥檓 on my writing hiatus. These exams are absolutely critical though; I can鈥檛 manage both the stress of tumblr and school at the same time for Nov-Jan tbh.
This fic is a part of Jimin鈥檚 Sunset Spooktober! Banner made by my darling @knjsnoona & me! It鈥檚 just collaboration after collaboration in this household lmaoo 馃グ. Beta-read by @jimilter she鈥檚 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 馃槶). 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鈥檓 truly blessed to have such lovely and supportive angels as friends 馃ズ
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It鈥檚 hot in your bedroom but you don鈥檛 want to push the male who鈥檚 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鈥檚 not unusual for you to be wrapped around your boyfriend鈥檚 body, his slim yet muscular limbs grasping you like a vice, on a Friday afternoon. You don鈥檛 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鈥檚 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 鈥 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鈥檛 have to share with anyone. You鈥檝e slept over at the frat before; Beta Tau Sigma doesn鈥檛 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鈥檙e both still exceeding horny when it comes to each other, and if Jimin鈥檚 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.
鈥淛imin?鈥 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. 鈥淚 love you,鈥 he mutters, locking his eyes with yours, pushing his lips out into a puckered pout that eagerly seek yours.
Fuck. He鈥檚 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鈥檙e 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.
鈥淛imin,鈥 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, 鈥淣o,鈥 he protests, his straight, dark eyebrows getting pushed together as he furrows his forehead. 鈥淟emme kiss you. I just wanna spend time with you here in your bed until I鈥檓 forced to leave and help the Beta Tau Sigma set up for the haunted house. You鈥檒l let me fuck you, won鈥檛 you baby?鈥 he needles, 鈥淲e have all night to talk.鈥
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. 鈥淲hat is it, Y/N? What鈥檚 wrong?鈥 He asks it sweetly and it seems at odds with how his previous sentence caught your ire and made you instantly see red.
鈥淲hy do you never want to talk to me?鈥 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 know if you鈥檙e being entirely too sensitive but you don鈥檛 like this. It鈥檚 hurtful that Jimin says he doesn鈥檛 want to talk to you right now鈥攔ight?
Jimin stares at you, pink mouth wide open as he looks aghast. 鈥淚 know. I messed up. This is my fault. I shouldn鈥檛 have worded it like that, but you know I love talking to you. That鈥檚 all we ever do, baby. I text you more out of everyone. I facetime you at all hours of the day. It鈥檚 never ever a silent meal when we鈥檙e eating together. And I love every bit of it. You know that, right? Y/N, I just. Baby, I miss you. I haven鈥檛 seen you all week. I want physical intimacy with you, not just emotional.鈥
Your frown softens. Fuck, you are being overemotional. He鈥檚 right. He鈥檚 a great boyfriend. He always tries his best to stay close to you and make your relationship seem special. You were especially craving Jimin鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檙e overreacting.
Striving for a lighthearted tone, you let out a hopefully airy laugh that doesn鈥檛 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.
鈥淲e鈥檒l have sex, I promise. I just need to talk to you about tonight first, before I forget.鈥
鈥淲hat鈥檚 there to talk about, babe? You got me the costume; I鈥檒l wear it and show up to the Pi Beta Phi manor and we鈥檒l win the thing. And then we go over to my frat to go through the haunted house.鈥
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鈥檛 reuse anything that was already in your closet. That鈥檚 not even the worst of it but you鈥檝e gotten your point across. This sorority is bleeding you dry.
鈥淯gh, the haunted house,鈥 you groan, burrowing your face into Jimin鈥檚 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鈥檙e only upset because you hate being scared and bemoans, 鈥淗ey! You said that if I let you pick the costumes you would come with me to my Beta Tau鈥檚 event too. It鈥檚 not Jack and Sally, is it?鈥 His lower lip juts out into a pout that you鈥檙e too distracted to notice.
鈥淚 thought you guys would throw a Halloween party,鈥 you grumbled.
鈥淲e鈥檙e doing that too, babe. It鈥檚 just half the first floor and all of the second floor we鈥檙e converting.鈥
You suddenly remember the second part of Jimin鈥檚 question which makes you laugh lightly, more genuinely this time, before pressing a soft kiss against his throat, 鈥淪orry, 鈥橫in, I didn鈥檛 have time to hand make costumes for The Nightmare Before Christmas. Next time, okay? I still think this is good. We could win.鈥
鈥淲hat is it?鈥 he asks, sounding full of suspicion. But his attention is wavering again and he鈥檚 more focused on groping your ass and pulling on your red lace panties before they snap back softly against your skin.
鈥淵ou鈥檒l see when you get ready,鈥 you murmur, 鈥淏ut, Jimin,鈥 you hedge.
鈥淗mm?鈥 He's not paying attention at all. Not when he gets to grip at your luscious hips and squeeze your juicy ass.
鈥淚 need you to look very sexy. Pull out all the stops when you鈥檙e getting ready, baby.鈥 It鈥檚 not that Jimin doesn鈥檛 look good when he doesn鈥檛 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鈥檛 going home with you.
He bends his neck, nuzzling his face into your chest again, 鈥淪ure thing, baby. I won鈥檛 forget. Do you need to do my makeup? Should I just ditch helping with the setup?鈥
You tighten your grip, 鈥淪tay with me. Fuck Beta Tau Sigma.鈥
He chortles, letting out peals of pleasured laughter, 鈥淏abe. I wish.鈥 Jimin鈥檚 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.
鈥淣o, you don鈥檛 need any face makeup, unless you want to. You just need to look hot and be shamelessly confident. Maybe you can channel Seokjin?鈥 you suggest. You heard that Seokjin has a nautical themed costume to wear tonight. If he鈥檚 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, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 need to channel Seokjin hyung when I can channel myself, Y/N.鈥
鈥淥kay, okay,鈥 you easily acquiesce, your own hand moving down to your backside and attempting to rub the reddened flesh. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e right, but鈥 remember to do that please.鈥
鈥淥kay, I don鈥檛 get all this remembering business. Y/N, I always look hot,鈥 Jimin tilts his head looking down at you, 鈥淲hat the fuck are you dressing me up as, dude?鈥
You blink. 鈥淪omething sexy?鈥
鈥淭hen explain your comment or I鈥檓 pushing you off me. You don鈥檛 deserve me or my body,鈥 he sasses, already with his hands on your shoulders, prepared to throw you off. 鈥淵/N, you do think I鈥檓 the hottest guy you鈥檝e ever seen or been with, right?鈥
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? 鈥淥f course, I think you鈥檙e the most attractive man that鈥檚 ever lived. Jimin, you are pure aesthetic excellence,鈥 you quickly interject.
鈥淵ou 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鈥檛 fucking do that shit. I need鈥攐h shit, you鈥檙e 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.鈥
鈥淲ow, I didn鈥檛 think you were going in that direction,鈥 he laughs, sheepishly, 鈥淚 came at you too hard. Of course, I know my girlfriend is fucking attracted to me. Sorry, babe, my head isn鈥檛 right this week.鈥
You look up at Jimin, 鈥淲hat鈥檚 wrong?鈥 the words aren鈥檛 delivered lovingly 鈥 no, they鈥檙e delivered like a threat; like you鈥檙e fully prepared to go find the bitch or asshole who knocked down Jimin鈥檚 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鈥檚 forgiveness while at the same time knowing you didn鈥檛 deserve it.
And that had only happened once and only because you didn鈥檛 know that his hand size was a trigger for him. They鈥檙e 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鈥檛 even bother to kiss you goodnight before leaving.
Right now, Jimin snorts, 鈥淚鈥檓 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鈥檛 coordinated, but it鈥檚 not like I had time to blow dry my hair or plan outfits or even breathe.鈥
鈥淲ell, Jungkook鈥檚 an ugly jock, so what does he know about sexiness?鈥 you scowl, 鈥淪tupid fucker with his big, ugly muscles and his meatheaded coconut shaped skull.鈥
鈥淚 have muscles,鈥 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.
鈥淪exy muscles,鈥 you sigh immediately, 鈥淛ungkook wishes he looked like you.鈥
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. 鈥淧retty girl,鈥 he mumbles, 鈥淚 want to destroy you but you鈥檙e too sweet.鈥
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鈥檚 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鈥檙e 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 bow, before he eases you into opening your mouth again. All the while he鈥檚 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鈥檙e pushed even tighter against Jimin.
One of Jimin鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 teeth, you break apart from his lips to let out an embarrassingly loud wanton moan. He doesn鈥檛 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.
鈥淐hill, baby,鈥 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鈥檚 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.
鈥淵/N, don鈥檛. Don鈥檛 tease me. Please?鈥 he begs, 鈥淚 haven鈥檛 had time to get off all week. Baby, please. I鈥檓 gonna blow my load. Let me fuck you, beautiful.鈥
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鈥檛 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鈥檚 flushed peaches n鈥 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, 鈥渋f you could see it from the front wait till you can see it from the back.鈥 And you can definitely see Jimin鈥檚 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鈥檚 lips because he always carried you whenever you asked.
鈥淗i, baby,鈥 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, 鈥淐an I keep these? I鈥檒l return them to you later. Hand washed and folded.鈥
You snicker, 鈥淪icko,鈥 teasing him, but then you press your lips against his before they can droop down into a frown. 鈥淵eah, go ahead, baby. Thanks for remembering that they don鈥檛 go into the washer.鈥
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鈥檛 started having condomless sex until the third month of dating. But once you started, you never went back. Your clit doesn鈥檛 need much to get it going and you鈥檙e 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鈥檚 also girthy as hell and whenever he first fills you up, he takes your breath away.
According to Jimin, it鈥檚 because you don鈥檛 work out and you鈥檙e possibly asthmatic. At that you always smack the back side of his head and tell him no, it鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 so deep in you that you can feel the clean shaven base of his cock pressed against your mons. From there on it鈥檚 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鈥檚 ear, softly whispering how much you love him and how you鈥檒l always be there for him and how there鈥檚 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鈥檛 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.
鈥淚 need to go, baby,鈥 he bemoans, 鈥淏ut I鈥檒l see you tonight, okay? I鈥檓 setting an alarm on your phone to wake you up in an hour so you don鈥檛 oversleep and then have to rush to get ready.鈥
鈥淪weet baby,鈥 you murmur, locking your arms around his neck and keeping him in place.
鈥淐onsiderate baby,鈥 Jimin argues, tenderly moving his hands up to encircle your wrists and pull your arms away from him so he鈥檚 no longer trapped in your hold. 鈥淚 love you, Y/N.鈥
鈥淟ove you,鈥 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鈥檚 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.
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When you wake up to your annoying ass alarm an hour later鈥攏ow 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 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 鈥 which happens to be Jimin鈥檚 oversized light colored denim jacket he left in your apartment two weeks ago.
It鈥檚 probably for the best that you鈥檙e 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鈥檝e 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 鈥 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 鈥 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 fraternity brothers Seokjin and Namjoon are on their knees, since the basins are too low for their tall statures, while Namjoon鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 doubt for a second that it was his girlfriend鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥 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鈥檚 walking up, looking like the perfect Ken from Toy Story 3 and you immediately dart away from your friends to jump into his arms.
鈥淛imin,鈥 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.
鈥淵/N, what is your costume?鈥 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, 鈥淣ow I鈥檓 even less sure of who I鈥檓 meant to be.鈥
You stare at Jimin. He鈥檚 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.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e Ken from Toy Story 3,鈥 you explain, 鈥淚t was hard finding the right shirt though,鈥 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.
鈥淏arbie doesn鈥檛 dress like that,鈥 Jimin nods at his jacket, clearly indicating that he wants you to take it off so he can see what you鈥檝e got on underneath.
鈥淚 was cold,鈥 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掳 view, taking his chance to smack your ass lightly when he鈥檚 behind you. 鈥淵ou can put the coat back on if you鈥檙e cold,鈥 he says nicely, sounding chivalrous though you know it鈥檚 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.
鈥淣ice costume, hyung,鈥 Jungkook nods in Jimin鈥檚 direction, handing him off an apple he clearly swiped from the game.
鈥淭hanks,鈥 Jimin snorts, putting the apple into your pocket instead of having it rest against his warm thighs in his shorts鈥 pockets. 鈥淲hat the hell are you supposed to be?鈥
Jungkook is shirtless and wearing a pair of crimson colored hot pants. You don鈥檛 have a damn clue what he is meant to be either. 鈥淭he devil.鈥
鈥淲here are your horns,鈥 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鈥檚 eyes widen as he frantically pats the top of his curly black locks, 鈥淪hit, Sooyeon is gonna kill me.鈥 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, 鈥淚 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.鈥
鈥淛imin, you hate candy corn,鈥 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.
鈥淚 could donate it. Or,鈥 your boyfriend pauses, lower lip getting bitten as his brows become furrowed, 鈥淗alloween鈥檚 actually on Sunday. I could give it to the trick or treaters.鈥
鈥淐hildren come by to the frat to get candy?!鈥 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.
鈥淎ctually, 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鈥檚 little goodie bags we made earlier this week with individually wrapped candy and ghost and pumpkin stickers,鈥 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, 鈥淭hat鈥檚 really sweet, Jimin, but what if you don鈥檛 end up doing anything with the candy corn because you forget? Wish it were jelly beans. Or even gummy worms.鈥
鈥淚 would do so well, though,鈥 he grumbles, running a veiny hand through his silver locks, pushing the strands back and off of his forehead, 鈥淚鈥檇 win.鈥
鈥淚 know you would. You鈥檙e really good at estimating, but since we both know you鈥檇 win... Do we really need a 6 pound jar of waxy corn syrup flavored junk?鈥
鈥淒isgusting,鈥 mutters Jimin, and then he gently swings your attached arms back and forth as you both go deeper into the fray.
There鈥檚 a Quidditch themed butterbeer pong game that you鈥檙e pretty sure has been illegally set up, that you and Jimin spend most of your time at, drinking the disgusting butterscotch flavored soda 鈥 when you鈥檙e 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鈥檚 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 Ros茅 being dressed up as the teletubbies; Namjoon and his girlfriend providing steep competition as a Dothraki and Daenerys although you don鈥檛 think they鈥檙e going to win since pretty much everyone hated the last season of 鈥淕ame of Thrones;鈥 and several groups and couples embarrassingly dressing like characters from the ever popular Squid Game which is 2021鈥檚 version of how literally every couple dressed like Harley Quinn and the Joker from 鈥淪uicide Squad鈥 in 2016. Then, it鈥檚 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鈥檚 chapter president announces that the two of you are dressed up as Barbara 鈥淏arbie鈥 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鈥檚 full names but then she continues to tack on, 鈥淏arbie and Ken from Toy Story 3!鈥 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鈥檝e been all night.
鈥淚 think it helps that you have such nice muscles and proportions, you look like the perfect male,鈥 you smirk as you feel your way up Jimin鈥檚 chest, smoothing your palm over his abs and flicking one of his nipples. Your/Jimin鈥檚 jacket is hanging in the crook of your other arm, you鈥檙e 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, 鈥淒on鈥檛 do that,鈥 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鈥檛 feel him up some more. He has the two of you facing the stage as Jungkook and his girlfriend Sooyeon take the stage. Jungkook鈥檚 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鈥檚 secret and has a fuzzy white halo on, though her wings are nowhere to be seen.
鈥淲ho would vote for that,鈥 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. 鈥淗e stole that spatula from our kitchen.鈥
Yeah, all of you are judging their costumes hard. It鈥檚 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鈥檚 nothing worse than creepy unwanted attention. Like, why can鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 clear from the way she鈥檚 undressing his already half naked body with her eyes, she鈥檚 not listening to a word he鈥檚 saying.
As you glare at Jungkook, giving him a stink eye from where he鈥檚 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鈥檚 walking but also because he doesn鈥檛 want any other perverts looking at it. Jimin is the only pervert that鈥檚 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鈥檛 a legacy Pi Phi, wishing you had a dozen more apples you could aim at Jungkook and Sooyeon鈥檚 heads.
鈥淗ey,鈥 Jimin protests as he runs ahead to catch up to you, 鈥淐ommunity outreach chair is very important too, Y/N. Don鈥檛 undersell yourself just because Sooyeon got all her friends to vote for her.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not fair, Jimin鈥斺 you cut yourself off, clearly holding back the meaner things you wanted to say. Instead, you change the subject, 鈥淎re we really going to the haunted house, Jimin? Last year you abandoned me in a corn maze.鈥
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 abandon you,鈥 Jimin argues immediately, still disagreeing with you a year later, his brown eyes glinting as he rolls them at you, 鈥淵ou got lost鈥 in a maze鈥 because it鈥檚 a maze. They鈥檙e designed that way.鈥
鈥淵ou let go of my hand,鈥 you pout, your lower lip quivering, the pale sparkly lipstick making it look like your mouth is covered in fairy dust.鈥淵ou left me. I still have nightmares. I found a random ass crop circle. I was literally seconds away from being abducted by aliens,鈥 You declare dramatically before then crossing your arms, frowning deeply though you don鈥檛 change paths and continue to walk in the direction of his fraternity.
鈥淚 won鈥檛 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?鈥 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鈥檒l disagree.
You furrow your brows, they got the resident scaredy cat Jung Hoseok to participate in the haunted house? Hoseok鈥檚 fear tolerance is much lower than yours. Last year, you and he ended up alone in Jimin鈥檚 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 鈥 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鈥 not really, but you are exaggerating to make a point.
鈥淐ome 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,鈥 he suggests biting down on his lip.
鈥淔ine,鈥 you whine, stomping with one of your pink leather encased feet, 鈥淏ut this time, no letting go of me!鈥 And with that you speedily shuffle into Jimin鈥檚 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.
鈥淚t鈥檚 going to be fun, Y/N,鈥 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 iconic hair before spraying with temporary orange hair chalk.
鈥淔or you,鈥 you grumble, pointedly stepping around Jimin to his other side to avoid Taehyung and his unnerving costume, 鈥淏ut as long as you play the role of my dashing protective knight in shining armor, I shall try to persist.鈥
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鈥檚 side, pressing into him when you can鈥檛 see more than five feet ahead of you clearly. To your utter dismay, the frat鈥檚 brothers have taken advantage of the location鈥檚 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鈥檚 lack thereof, by convincing yourself that your boyfriend didn鈥檛 react because he already saw Yoongi today in his costume and you hadn鈥檛, so your jump, followed by the screech that had you ducking your head into Jimin鈥檚 chest, was a reasonable reaction.
鈥淒o you think I would be less scared if I closed my eyes and had you blindly direct me through this place?鈥 you ask, seriously considering it, quickly flapping your shimmery blue lids shut.
鈥淒on鈥檛 do that, Y/N, it鈥檒l make the music seem even louder to you,鈥 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 鈥淚 Got 5 On It鈥 as it finishes off and is replaced with a creepy instrumental remix of Melanie Martinez鈥檚 鈥淐arousel鈥 as though the playlist is blasting in your ears, attacking your eardrums. 鈥淥kay, maybe you鈥檙e right. But, Jimin! I hate this,鈥 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鈥檚 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鈥檙e in a room that looks like an abandoned classroom or something of the sort when things go awry. You won鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 fraternity has three vice presidents since it has a much larger student body. Namjoon鈥檚 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鈥 at the moment.
鈥淵/N, I told you not to leave me,鈥 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, 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 tell me anything! I thought you were with me the entire time,鈥 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. 鈥淵/N, I don鈥檛 want to play the blame game with you when you鈥檙e in distress but, sweetheart, you walked away from me in the corn maze too. Y/N, if I鈥檓 going to be holding your hand the entire way through so you don鈥檛 get scared, you can鈥檛 let go of my hand and then blame me when you get frightened later on,鈥 he harps softly, trying to keep condemnation out of his voice.
You pause your crying to protest, 鈥淵ou let go of my hand!鈥 You still haven鈥檛 quite regained your senses and you keep attacking Jimin, whether validly or not鈥 who鈥檚 to say? One thing鈥檚 for sure: the shock from your fear is keeping you from reacting rationally.
鈥淵/N, I told you I was going to tie my shoes and to not move, didn鈥檛 you hear me?鈥 he asks, walking through the rest of the attractions without any harassment from the scarers. He鈥檚 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.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 hear anything, baby,鈥 you mumble honestly, biting on your lip again, the soft waxy pink from your lipstick having long been worn off, 鈥淚 swear.鈥
Jimin squeezes you around the middle, 鈥淢aybe it was just a misunderstanding,鈥 he seems willing to let it go. He obviously doesn鈥檛 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.
鈥淚鈥檓 gonna set you down on my bed and change out of this costume okay, Y/N?鈥 he asks, 鈥淛ust because the costume party and this didn鈥檛 go as planned doesn鈥檛 mean we have to end the night on a bad note, yeah? Take off your shoes and wig, baby, and put Disney+ on. I鈥檓 going to get the snacks I bought yesterday out.鈥
You stare at Jimin, forgetting to do as he鈥檚 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鈥檚 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.
鈥淵/N, you need to tell me what鈥檚 wrong, right now,鈥 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, 鈥淏aby, you鈥檝e been off all day and it鈥檚 been getting worse and worse. You鈥檙e crying. What is it? Did I break a boundary in the haunted house? You wouldn鈥檛 cry over not winning a contest, right?鈥
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鈥檚 your burden, not his. But how can you not tell him? It鈥檚 been eating you up inside, keeping it all to yourself.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 do this anymore,鈥 you confess, pulling Jimin鈥檚 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鈥檙e unable to control, you know that Jimin鈥檚 probably looking at you in bewilderment and possibly a little frustration that he can鈥檛 fix this for you since you still haven鈥檛 told him what鈥檚 wrong. You wish you had a makeup wipe to rub off all the makeup on your face that鈥檚 getting muddled from your tears.
鈥淒o what? That sounds like something you say to someone when you want to break up,鈥 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鈥檚 closing up and getting his guard up. Soon, he won鈥檛 listen to a word you say.
Shit. No. NO NO NO. You鈥檙e panicking immediately, your hand coming up to your mouth but you instantly force it aside, knowing you can鈥檛 bite your nails anxiously when your relationship is falling apart right before your eyes.
鈥淛imin, no鈥擩imin, I wouldn鈥檛,鈥 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鈥檛 even talk properly, you think in disgust. You tried to blurt out your words fast enough so Jimin鈥檚 mood doesn鈥檛 darken over the heavy misunderstanding even more, but you can鈥檛 even speak.
NO! This can鈥檛 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, 鈥淛imin, I鈥檓 not breaking up with you. I swear to God. Jimin, I swear on my own fucking life, too!鈥 You sob in anguish, 鈥淛imin, please? Listen to me. I swear鈥擨 wasn鈥檛 thinking when I said that. Baby, please! This has nothing to do with you. Baby, this is just a miscommunication error鈥擯lease?鈥 you implore, gulping and gasping in between every inconsolable plea, 鈥淚 can鈥檛 lose you.鈥
鈥淭ell me right now, Y/N,鈥 Jimin spits out. His words are so hard they pierce through your heart like ice. He鈥檚 closing off, you despair. 鈥淚 am so sick of today, Y/N. Maybe it鈥檚 gone on for even longer. I don鈥檛 like this month. We can鈥檛 continue like this.鈥
You ignore the anger that prickles through you. It鈥檚 not as though this is your fault entirely. He鈥檚 the one who is rude to you when you reach out. Maybe you鈥檙e more mad about him saying earlier that he didn鈥檛 want to talk than you thought. But this isn鈥檛 the moment for that fight. You need to rein in your temper and tell him what鈥檚 been eating you up inside. That thing with Jimin? It could be dealt with at another time.
You exhale shakily. It鈥檚 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鈥檚 perched against his wooden dresser the entire time. How has the night gone so wrong? Oh right鈥攜ou ruined everything.
鈥淭his is humiliating, but. God, Jimin. I had to drop my Chemistry course. I was failing it,鈥 you bitterly bite out, wiping away angry tears, 鈥淏ut it was far enough along in the semester that I couldn鈥檛 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.
鈥淎nd 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.
鈥淏ut 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.鈥
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, 鈥淎nd 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.
鈥淲HY THE HELL DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR A MEAL PLAN AT THE PI PHI HOUSE WHEN I DON鈥橳 EVEN LIVE THERE OR EAT THERE?鈥 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, 鈥淔or the monthly chapter dinners??鈥 you hiss and then venomously bite out, 鈥淲hy aren鈥檛 the chapter events paid for with what they take from us in the form of dues already?!鈥 It鈥檚 obvious you think you鈥檙e being swindled.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 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鈥檓 trapped in this stupid sorority. I can鈥檛 leave or my children and I will be blacklisted from Pi Phi forever. I won鈥檛 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鈥檚 gone down the drain if I leave.鈥 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.
鈥淏ut, Jimin... I might be fucking homeless too if I can鈥檛 pick up shifts because of Pi Phi obligations. What am I supposed to do?鈥
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. 鈥淵/N? My lovely Y/N. My precious angelic Y/N. My darling sweet Y/N. Why didn鈥檛 you tell me, baby?鈥 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.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 want handouts from you, Jimin,鈥 you fiercely protest, your eyes still glittering from unshed liquid, 鈥淚 know you. You can鈥檛 stand it when someone you love or care about is going through something terrible. You want to fix it immediately, You鈥檙e a problem solver but I鈥檓 not your damsel in distress, Jimin. This isn鈥檛 your burden to carry or your problem to solve.鈥
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鈥檛 be entirely directed at you anyways, so it comes out a little rough and toothy, 鈥淚t鈥檚 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.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 want your money Jimin,鈥 you push against his shoulder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his dumb muscled frame doesn鈥檛 move an inch. Why is he so strong and solid? You鈥檙e no longer appreciative of how he can cart you along without breaking a sweat.
鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 going to give you money but I do have an idea,鈥 he admits, tightening his arms around you as he rolls the two of you around so he鈥檚 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鈥檛 stand this overwhelming downpour of love and acceptance from Jimin when you鈥檝e treated him like shit today and continuously implied that he had a tendency to ditch you in scary situations.
鈥淣o ideas. I can do it by myself,鈥 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.
鈥淏ut you don鈥檛 have to,鈥 Jimin cheerfully sings, with your eyes snapped shut against his warm skin you can鈥檛 see his face, but you have no doubt that he鈥檚 smiling widely at the moment. 鈥淐learly, you can鈥檛 manage the stress.鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛, Jimin,鈥 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鈥檛 have remarkable restraint. 鈥淚鈥檒l hate you forever.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 an interesting dilemma you鈥檙e presenting me,鈥 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. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think you鈥檒l hate me for what I鈥檓 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.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 only in misery when I don鈥檛 have you, Jimin,鈥 you disagree, pouting, 鈥淓verything else doesn鈥檛 matter.鈥
鈥淕reat,鈥 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, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e gonna love my suggestion.鈥
鈥淯gh,鈥 you groan in defeat, 鈥淔ine, let's hear it.鈥
鈥淟et me move in with you.鈥
鈥淎bsolutely not!鈥 you immediately protest, slapping a beefy bicep, and then pinching it lightly because that鈥檚 a dumb idea. No. He鈥檚 not moving in with you.
Jimin rolls his eyes, 鈥淥h, come on. I spend more time at your apartment than my frat because you can鈥檛 fall asleep when you鈥檙e 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鈥檝e 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 鈥榙inner and sex.鈥 Which, by the way, I don鈥檛 need constant food and sex, Y/N. I mean it鈥檚 nice but you鈥檙e not obligated to fulfill both those needs every time I鈥檓 at your place.鈥
鈥淛imin, you already paid for the entire year at your frat. You鈥檙e the vice president. You need to stay on deck at all times. You鈥檙e so important to Beta Tau,鈥 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鈥檇 probably wither and die if he had to live without your cooking since his diet otherwise consists solely of greasy takeout and energy drinks.
鈥淔irst of all I鈥檓 a vice president not the vice president. Also, officers actually get free housing. That鈥檚 why the elections are so stiff every year. It鈥檚 the same reason that most of us decide to stay here instead of getting an apartment. We鈥檙e not being forced to stay and there鈥檚 no evil landlords trying to hike rent up illegally. Besides, it鈥檚 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鈥檚 a single! Only officers get singles. Let me make that guy鈥檚 entire year, Y/N.鈥
鈥淎re you sure you鈥檙e okay with that?鈥 you shyly mumble, looking down at Jimin鈥檚 chest and the glittering jewelry on his nipples to avoid eye contact.
鈥淢mhmm,鈥 Jimin agrees, placing two fingers under your jaw and tilting your face up, 鈥淟et me help you,鈥 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, 鈥淥kay.鈥
And just like that. It鈥檚 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 鈥 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 鈥 almost as though he wants to make sure you can鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 so fucking unapologetic. You roll your eyes before you return his grin and it鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 body, your limbs spasming while your hips keep surging up, knocking against Jimin鈥檚 front frantically, seeking friction in vain. The stupid thick cloth of his dark colored sweatpants don鈥檛 let you feel anything but the faint shadow of Jimin鈥檚 dick, despite all your frantic bucking.
鈥淛imin,鈥 you cry out in frustration, 鈥淛imin!鈥 You don鈥檛 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檙e left in only your mesh thong 鈥 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鈥檚 pressed against your folds is darker from how wet you are, dripping into the material, deepening the color. 鈥淚 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 鈥 screamed, them, and we鈥檝e barely done anything,鈥 Jimin goads, shamelessly staring down at you, his lips curling up devilishly as he can see the visible effect he has on your body.
鈥淚 always want to have sex with you,鈥 you shrug blas茅ly, unashamed of your desire and immune to Jimin鈥檚 taunts after so many years. He doesn鈥檛 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鈥檚 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.
鈥淐ome here, baby,鈥 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 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 d茅colletage.
鈥淵/N,鈥 Jimin growls lowly, biting harshly down on the inside of his cheek and that鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檙e 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, 鈥淣o,鈥 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鈥檚 mouth so that he can eat you out. He slides backwards after he properly positions you like you鈥檙e his feast so that you can once again take his dick in your mouth, allowing the two of you to properly sixty-nine.
Jimin鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 get enough of how you taste, his grunts mingling with your lustful moans and whimpers that pierce through the air. It doesn鈥檛 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鈥檙e free, you don鈥檛 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鈥檚 fingers lightly twitching against your chin as they delicately grip it. 鈥淚 love you,鈥 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鈥檙e his, he鈥檚 yours; he will never let you two be anyone else鈥檚. This is forever for him.
鈥淩ide me, Y/N?鈥 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鈥檚 sweating even in this freezing room and as you brush it back, away from how they鈥檝e fallen into his eye line, he murmurs, 鈥淎t least in the beginning. Please, baby.鈥
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鈥檙e 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 鈥 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 because he鈥檚 a Libra and you鈥檙e an Aquarius and that makes you both air signs, but honestly 鈥 he doesn鈥檛 know. What he does think is that he鈥檚 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 鈥 fortunately, it鈥檚 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鈥檚 not possible to do it simultaneously.
He can鈥檛 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檝e 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鈥檚 mouth.
It鈥檚 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鈥檚 on top of you and you鈥檙e 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 time for Jimin鈥檚 exhausted cock to pull out.
鈥淪hower with me?鈥 Jimin whispers against the shell of your ear, making you shiver. All of your senses are still overwhelmingly heightened after that second orgasm, 鈥淲e can use up all of the hot water since they turned on the fucking A/C even though it鈥檚 almost winter.鈥
You let Jimin pull you along to the ensuite bathroom, both of you thanking God that he鈥檚 an officer who gets several privileges. Jimin lets you remain a little longer in the shower than himself, escaping early since you two couldn鈥檛 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鈥檝e 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鈥檛 want to drip water onto Jimin鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檙e back in the room and you launch yourself into his embrace. Once you鈥檙e comfortable with your back pressed against his chest, he covers the two of you with his thick, warm blankets.
鈥淛imin?鈥 you ask, twirling a flat lock of hair. Unless you style it, your freshly washed hair never has any volume.
鈥淵es, baby?鈥 he answers dutifully, kissing your forehead. He鈥檚 warm and cozy, smelling like orange blossoms and citrus trees, both floral and woody and you love it, inhaling deeply.
鈥淐an you come over on Sunday? I want to eat dinner together with you,鈥 you admit, pulling the sleeves of his crewneck until your fingers are no longer visible and you have sweaterpaws.
鈥淒epends on what you make,鈥 he teases, nudging his nose against yours.
But you don鈥檛 realize, answering him seriously with thoughtful consideration to your dinner menu, 鈥淚 was thinking I could make kimchi jjigae and maybe also dakgalbi?鈥
鈥淵/N, I was gonna be there with you regardless,鈥 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, 鈥淚鈥檒l 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鈥檒l eat dinner with my baby.鈥
鈥淛imin?鈥
鈥淵es, baby?鈥 Jimin giggles before grinning at how you keep hesitantly repeating his name first before just saying whatever you wanted to tell him.
鈥淚 love you very much,鈥 you admit, shyly, worrying your teeth over your lips that are covered with Jimin鈥檚 cherry chapstick you found on his sink鈥檚 counter. It鈥檚 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.
鈥淚 know, baby. I love you, too. I鈥檓 sorry about snapping at you on Tuesday when you brought me food,鈥 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.
鈥淥h. No, baby. That鈥檚 okay. It鈥檚 already forgotten, don't worry about that.鈥
鈥淵eah?鈥 Jimin asks, hugging you tightly from the back, burrowing his nose into your hair. It smells like his Aromatica shampoo and you.
鈥淥f course. You were just under a lot of pressure from midterms, baby. Don鈥檛 fret.鈥
鈥淵eah?鈥 Jimin repeats, quirking his eyebrows playfully, 鈥淪o you know that I don鈥檛 hold anything that happened today against you, right? Let鈥檚 just move forward, baby.鈥
鈥淥h, I see,鈥 you opine, 鈥淭his was a trap.鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 look at it that way,鈥 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, 鈥淚t鈥檚 a testament of my love for you.鈥
鈥淲hat a forgiving and reasonable boyfriend I have,鈥 you giggle, playing along, knocking your shoulder back into his chest, 鈥淗e鈥檚 probably the best boyfriend to ever exist.鈥
鈥淗e is,鈥 Jimin agrees.
鈥淎nd I love him so much,鈥 you declare, punctuating your statement with a happy kiss.
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ain鈥檛 real cherry | p.jm. | one-shot (m)
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pairing: jimin x reader (ft. taehyung)
rating: m (18+)聽
genre: smut | humor | fluff | touches of angst if you聽really聽squint | college!au | roommate!au
summary:聽Not to be too聽sickeningly romantic, but his wank bank needed a desperate overhaul if he was ever going to stop being pathetic. He was done envisioning his roommate in positions he would never actually get to see her in.
And maybe, just maybe, this exercise would get him back in the game and he would actually be able to fuck people without your face in his head to push him over the edge, every single time.聽
warnings:聽swearing + unresolved (?) sexual tension + nude photos + vivid descriptions of curvaceous female bodies + careless objectification of said bodies by horny college students + mentions of masturbation + heavy making out + sexual situations (oral (m+f), penetrative sex, dirty talk, softdom!jimin, switch!reader, choking, manhandling, rough sex, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, overstimulation, marking) + unrequited (?) lustful (?) pining [citation needed] + fuckboy tae with a dick for brain + unintended allusions to Ryan Reynolds鈥 dick + mentions of blue beanbags + mentions of erect dingalings + 聽explicit conversations featuring dingalings + i realize these are getting progressively more ridiculous so ima stop
word count:聽24.2 k
note:聽IT鈥橲 FINALLY HERE! so this was the result of me obsessively listening to doja cat鈥檚 candy and daydreaming about jimin. i wanted to make a pwp-ish drabble out of this concept, but yet again, i kept adding backstory and it was nearing 5k words by the time things actually started to get heated up for real, so i decided to actually add more depth and plot to it, and 鈥 here we are, at more than three times the initially planned wordcount. i鈥檝e been slaving since the beginning of june. why am i like this??? 馃槱馃槶
it鈥檚 really more than 15k words of pure filth, proceed with caution!
a few honorable mentions in the form of @getmemyfries who constantly helped me push through and finish this up. ily bby. 馃ズ馃挄 @ressjeon鈥 @sugasbabiie鈥 & @jamaisjoons鈥 for helping me out in the BS server when i was stuck! i appreciate y鈥檃ll loadsss! 馃グ鉂
annnywayyy, hope y鈥檃ll like this one, while i go work on the jk birthday fic before going back to the youth series.聽much love~ 馃ズ馃挏
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Park Jimin was having a surprisingly nice Wednesday. And you were the reason why.
The fact was surprising, because Wednesdays were one of the three days that housed the most despicable compulsory classes he'd ever sat in his life, Cognitive Psychology 101. He honestly still didn't get why he, a finance major, was forced through this torture 鈥 what was up with this university and its combinations, he didn't know. But since he had to endure it, he braved the class with a grimace and slumping on the very last row of seats in the lecture hall with Taehyung.
鈥淵ou look happy today,鈥 the guy in question mumbled around the lollipop in his mouth.
Jimin gave him a small grin, shrugging. 鈥淚 just have these positive vibes going around my head this morning.鈥
Your words from this morning, aka, said positive vibes, still echoed in his head.
There鈥檚 this鈥 guy I鈥檝e kinda been thinking about. I鈥檓, like, ready to put out if he鈥檇 take it, but I feel like I might be out of his league鈥
Jimin had wanted to hold you by your shoulders and tell you that no guy in the world鈥攍east of all on this campus鈥攃ould ever be out of your league when you were Aphrodite, Persephone and Hera all rolled into one sexy as fuck human body. But he had refrained, only scoffing in disbelief and asking you to shoot your shot like the confident goddess you were鈥攐kay, he might not have refrained that well鈥攚hile secretly hoping you鈥檇 jump him at the end of his encouraging speech.
And even though that didn鈥檛 happen, Jimin still wasn鈥檛 completely hopeless.聽
鈥淰ibe鈥攚hat now? Positive? Head?鈥 Taehyung looked at him in confusion, basic human language seemingly too complicated for him due to all the sex related jargon that filled his brain at all times. He suddenly leered, proving Jimin right. 鈥淥h, wait! Is that a euphemism for morning head?鈥
Jimin choked on his next inhale, violently coughing as he shook his head, partially to negate what Taehyung said but partially to get rid of the sudden mental image of you on your knees with your lips wrapped around his鈥
Sweet mother of Jesus!
Taehyung simply shrugged at Jimin鈥檚 tiny meltdown and went back to his phone. He was simple like that, and Jimin kinda preferred it that way. Mostly.
Taehyung, much like Jimin, wasn't too fond of these classes. He had seemed like a chill person to Jimin when the dark haired guy first sat next to him, easy to get along with and talk to in order to pass time in class. But as three weeks had gone by and Jimin had had occasional hangouts with the guy outside of class, he had realised that Taehyung wasn't much fond of anything to do with education, in general. He was a performing arts student majoring in music and unnecessarily dipping his head in a couple of culture related subjects, when all he seemed to care about was working his vocal chords, grades be damned.聽
That, along with the fact that Taehyung was a notorious fuckboy. If he wasn't lewdly ogling someone in class, he was sexting someone. Or looking at nudes. Or sifting through his contact list full of girls to look for someone to spend the night with.
Multiple times through the span of the weeks they鈥檇 sat together, he had encouraged Jimin to join in with him in one of the aforementioned activities to pass time in class. But Jimin had refused the offer. And not because he was a saint himself, not in the least. Jimin had had a filling and frivolous sexual life through high school and upped his game with trying new things through his freshman year in college 鈥 trying out every sex position possible, getting in bed with multiple partners at the same time, hooking up in the oddest of places, having sex with two brothers one after another, to name a couple stunts.聽
But ever since his second year in college started and his previous roommate graduated and moved out to make space for you, things had started to change for Jimin.
You had entered his life as a temporary roommate, claiming plans of only lodging with him for a few weeks until you found yourself a sorority that would take you in. But a few weeks had changed into a few months, and then a few semesters 鈥 and now you鈥檇 been living with him for over a year, with your sorority plans tossed in a dumpster when you failed an exam and lost the eligibility.聽
Somewhere in between, Jimin had developed the most gigantic crush of his life on you.
And, yes, it was the biggest cliche trope in the world to crush on your roommate, but he couldn鈥檛 help it, okay? You were sexy, gorgeous, witty, really caring when you needed to be, sexy, at the top of each one of your classes, made the best fried rice he had ever tasted and could hold your liquor almost better than Jimin could. Did he mention you were also impossibly sexy? Because you really really were. He鈥檇 never been one to objectify women, but damn did he want you to suffocate him with those thighs of yours. So with all of that, how could he not be completely infatuated with you?
Hence, he really was. And slowly but surely, his sleeping around had stopped as a result of said infatuation. He had found himself quickly turning into a pervert and an asshole of a huge degree when he noticed he had started to prefer fucking girls from behind so that he didn鈥檛 see their faces, and, well鈥ould imagine yours in its place. He鈥檇 forgone getting it on with guys as a whole, because he couldn鈥檛 pretend with them. So yeah, he had decided he was better off jerking off in the confines of his room with your thoughts in his head. Better just a pervert than a perv and an asshole, right?聽
You, though, were none the wiser about his developed feelings and still went around hooking up with and dating guys. Jimin didn鈥檛 really mind 鈥 he wasn鈥檛 in love with you by any means 鈥 until you didn鈥檛 bring back guys to your apartment, which you thankfully never did. It definitely hurt a bit, yeah, but it was his own fault for not telling you how he felt. Maybe you鈥檇 go easier on him and not loudly reiterate details of your sexual encounters and bad first dates to him over your shared meals. Maybe you鈥檇 confess to reciprocated attraction and actually fuck him. But, at the same time, maybe you would find it to be a breach of your trust on him and decide to move out and cut all ties with him forever. And therein was the reason why he hadn鈥檛 told you.
Something had been different as of late, though.聽
You hadn鈥檛 slept with a single guy since the start of this term, and the last date you鈥檇 been on had been before the summers. At least from what you told him. But then, why would you lie when your usual breakfast conversation with Jimin consisted of descriptions of what some random one night stand from months ago had done with his tongue and how you hadn鈥檛 yet found someone who came close to replicating that?
Jimin had desperately wanted to volunteer himself, on an embarrassingly large number of occasions, but he had held back. At the end of the day, you were also one of the closest friends he had and he really didn鈥檛 wanna lose you because of sex.聽
Now, though, he was getting ideas.
Was there a reason why you hadn鈥檛 been on a date in months and had refrained from sleeping around?
That, when put together with your conversation from this morning, was making Jimin think things.
Now, of course, you could be talking about literally anybody in the world because you鈥檇 given him no specifics. Hell, you could be talking about Ryan Reynolds, and he wouldn鈥檛 know! You hadn鈥檛 even specified if you even knew this guy personally, least of all if you were friends, or something.
But Jimin was still brimming with hope, because there was still a chance you could have been talking about him.
Jimin sighed to himself at the wishful thought.
The professor had started to drone about something to do with language ability and when the word 鈥減sycholinguistics鈥 came up, Jimin decided it was time to tap out.
Taehyung sat manspreading next to him, intently focussed on his phone, not even trying to be subtle about not focussing on the class as he leant over the device. Jimin started a game of PAC-MAN on his laptop with an admirable straight face. His eyes met the professor鈥檚 by accident, though, but instead of freezing up and giving himself away, he gave the man a short nod with furrowed brows. His professor looked away after a satisfactory hum, and Jimin immediately moved to position his laptop between himself and the man鈥檚 line of sight properly, this time.
His own acting skills sometimes astounded him to the point where he thought of switching courses to Taehyung's bachelor鈥檚.
He snorted at his thought, and caught said man's attention.
"What's so funny?" Taehyung asked with an amused grin, eyes still trained on his phone screen.
Jimin had just opened his mouth to respond when he saw Taehyung's grin change flavors. It became lecherous, all of a sudden, and when he licked his lips, Jimin averted his gaze with a grimace, mildly disturbed.聽
Was Taehyung sexting someone, right now? Jimin hoped the guy wouldn鈥檛 pop a boner in the middle of the class for the sake of his own eyes. Shuddering in revulsion at the thought, Jimin looked back at his computer.
鈥淕osh, those hips,鈥 Taehyung mumbled under his breath, and Jimin froze.
So he was looking at nudes, then.聽
Rolling his eyes, Jimin had just started a new game when Taehyung tugged at his sleeve. 鈥淟ook at this, Park, ugh, she鈥檚 so hot,鈥 he mumbled, producing his phone before Jimin.
Jimin screwed his eyes shut, bringing his hand up to shield them, just to be safer. 鈥淜im! Don鈥檛 show it to me! Someone sent it to you in confidence, don鈥檛 go around asking others to look!鈥 he scolded Taehyung in a harsh whisper.
Taehyung clicked his tongue, moaning as if he was in actual pain. 鈥淕osh, Jimin, I鈥檇 print these out and paste them on the walls of my bedroom if I could!鈥
Even though Jimin had detached himself from Taehyung鈥檚 grasp, his curiosity had peaked. But he still stared into his computer with a straight face, until the next set of words left Taehyung鈥檚 mouth.
鈥淚鈥檓 seriously considering forwarding this to every single group chat I鈥檓 a part of so that people can tell me I鈥檓 not insane for wanting to lick my phone鈥檚 screen, man,鈥 Taehyung nearly whined.
鈥淜im!鈥 Jimin鈥檚 hand flew to grab Taehyung鈥檚 phone in alarm, and he snatched it away before the other guy could blink. 鈥淲hat the hell is going on with you today? Fucking around is one thing but compromising a girl鈥檚 trust and privacy is something else! Stop talking about spreading the pictures around!鈥
After his little tirade was done with, Taehyung rightfully looked somewhat chastised. But then he pushed his lower lip out in a pout. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not even pictures, it鈥檚 just a picture. Only one. And that has me going insane.鈥 He suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, and Jimin leant away, warily. 鈥淚magine what it would be like to dig my hands into those shapely hips, that plump as fuck ass, God's above鈥攐h! I鈥檒l probably bite into the meat of her鈥斺
鈥淵eah, okay, that鈥檚 enough erotica from you!鈥 Jimin interrupted him, entire face scrunched up in a scowl as he rested Taehyung鈥檚 phone on the other side of his own laptop. He still didn't trust the guy to not shred someone鈥檚 privacy to pieces in his haze of lust. 鈥淒on't drool so hard, dude, come on. It鈥檚 2021, she probably photoshopped some bits.鈥
Taehyung shook his head, eyes looking a bit blown out. 鈥淭rust me on this, Park, I can tell the difference between fake and real. And those stretch marks wrapping up delicately like a fucking vine around her hips? They鈥檙e as real as they come.鈥
Jimin swallowed, fighting against the visual of your thighs and the threading stripes of olive that ran along the sides of your knees. 鈥淚 still think you鈥檙e overreacting a bit.鈥
Taehyung looked offended at that. 鈥淲ell, you鈥檙e saying that because you haven鈥檛 seen it! Just 鈥 just take a goddamned look, Park, it鈥檚 right there and the screen isn鈥檛 even locked.鈥
Jimin inhaled through his mouth. 鈥淣o. It鈥檚 wrong, and鈥斺
鈥淛esus Christ, her face isn鈥檛 even in it!鈥
That gave Jimin a pause. His eyes darted to the device, and just as he鈥檇 registered the silhouette of a curvy, olive torso, he snapped his head back. 鈥淚t's still immoral!鈥
鈥淔or the love of鈥攆ine, gimme my phone, I鈥檒l text her and ask if it鈥檚 okay for you to see it, alright?鈥 Taehyung hissed in his face, brows lowered in irritation. 鈥淪top acting like a fucking priest, and look at the damn photo, Park!鈥
And before Jimin could react, Taehyung鈥檚 long-ass arms with his long-ass fingers had ripped the device off Jimin鈥檚 desk and shoved it in his face.
Jimin sucked in a breath. He had been having a surprisingly nice Wednesday, and his pessimistic ass was basically waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop. Maybe this would be it, this immoral leering鈥斅
鈥淗oly fuck, those hips!鈥 he exclaimed, wide eyes drinking up the female torso on the screen.
It was a picture taken in a mirror, with the girl standing facing to the side. It began right at the fullness of her breasts, capturing the taut peaks of her dark nipples and golden stretch lines near the lower curves of her full breasts. Her stomach was tight but had a soft curve below her navel, which then tapered into a shaved triangle of soft skin that disappeared into the juncture of her meaty thighs that she鈥檇 strategically crossed to hide her pussy from sight. But the main attention grabbing attraction were the wide, sloping, round hips that her trim waist tapered into. She had an hourglass figure, with the juiciest curve connecting her waist to her legs.
Jimin breathed out. It was a really artfully clicked picture, alluring to the point where Jimin felt his mouth water just staring at it.
鈥淒o you get it now?鈥 Taehyung sounded to be in pain, and Jimin could understand.
Yep, he got it now.
鈥淚t鈥檚 the first picture she鈥檚 sent that鈥檚 why she鈥檚 hidden the cooch, but honestly? I don鈥檛 even miss it right now,鈥 Taehyung mumbled, now looking at the picture himself.
Jimin secretly agreed, not even needing to look at the picture to confirm anymore, now that he had it seared in his brain.
Out of nowhere, an image of you lounging on the sofa in an oversized shirt and little else as you watched the TV entered his thoughts.
He groaned at the mental image of your thighs and groaned further when his brain automatically pictured them wrapped around his waist as he drove into鈥
No!聽
Nobody鈥檚 driving nothing nowhere.
His eyes widened in panic when he felt his jeans tightening.
No. Nope. Think ugly thoughts! Think psychology 鈥 think fucking psycholinguistics! Think gross men! Taehyung! The psych professor! Taehyung's tongue! Taehyung's tongue on the psych professor's face!
Sufficiently calmed down, Jimin breathed easier when he felt himself wilt.聽
He bit down on his bottom lip, exhaling harshly in frustration. As if lusting on one temptress wasn't too fucking much to handle for his brain, now he had two.
And to think his Wednesday had been going good!
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Jimin delayed getting back to his flat as much as he could, instead choosing to spend long hours in the library with his nose buried in a Napoleon Hill he'd been planning to read for a long time.
But his mind, the betraying fucker, completely refused to decipher the literature before him. It, instead, insistently played loops of imaginary scenarios featuring a delicious pair of curvaceous hips that made Jimin鈥檚 head hurt and pants tighten. And if he somehow battled his way out of those, it immediately switched to the image of your thighs, and Jimin honestly couldn鈥檛 decide what was worse.
He was embarrassed by it all, hating how he seemed to be unable to control all the horny thoughts in his mind like a thirteen year old who鈥檇 seen porn for the first time. He鈥檇 had his share of hot women鈥攁nd men鈥攊n his bed, he should have been good at controlling himself from physically reacting to the thoughts of a sexy body. And he really had been, in the past. He couldn鈥檛 understand what the catch was, this time.
Maybe your words from this morning had caused more short circuits in his head than he had knowledge of.
In any case, he desperately didn't wanna face you when he was having such a hard time controlling himself. He had even considered going home with one of the girls on Taehyung鈥檚 list of potential booty calls to take the edge off. But the memories of the last few one night stands he鈥檇 had left him scarred. He did not wanna fuck another girl from behind and climax to the image of your face painted behind his eyelids.
He left the library at eight when it closed, avoiding the librarian鈥檚 shocked but curious gaze when she had to escort him out. He understood her completely, though. This was the first ever time he鈥檇 actually sat in this particular building on the campus in his more than two years of college, let alone stay till closing like a nerdy bookworm.
He trudged his way to the train station on heavy legs as he left the campus, earphones plugged in and some rap playlist playing some Eminem song to drown out the erotic images in his head.聽
The ride to his apartment was a really short one, and within fifteen minutes of leaving the library, he was climbing up the stairs to his first floor flat.
He switched off the distractingly good music as he unlocked the door. He was pleasantly surprised to find out his distraction had worked, when the sight of your side profile as you sat huddled up on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts with your hair in a bun atop your head didn鈥檛 cause any stirrings in his pants.
鈥淗ey!鈥 he greeted you, shutting and locking the door behind him as he moved to hang up his keys on his designated hook next to the door.
鈥淵ou were out till late,鈥 you mumbled, sulky face giving him a once over before you went back to stare at the TV.
Jimin鈥檚 heart skipped a beat. You could not be wearing this expression because he was late, could you?聽
He dared not hope.聽
Toeing off his shoes, he gave a shrug. 鈥淭he weather was nice, out there. Kinda stayed and lounged around the gardens on campus,鈥 he lied, knowing full well that you鈥檇 bombard him with a million questions if he told you he had uncharacteristically stayed at the library. 鈥淟ost track of time.鈥
You simply hummed in response, looking almost petulant as you crossed your arms against your chest with a pout. "I got some fried chicken on my way back, it's in the fridge," you spoke in pout. "Have some if you want."
"I will, in a while, yeah. Thanks." Jimin bit his lip to hold back an amused smile, endeared by your cuteness and welcoming the fucking change in his channel of thoughts. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 up with you, though, grumpy? You okay?鈥 he asked you, walking up to his room to toss his belongings in.
鈥淚鈥檓 not grumpy,鈥 you called out very grumpily, and this time Jimin let a hearty laugh escape him. 鈥淒on鈥檛 lau~gh!鈥 you whined.
Jimin quickly switched out his jeans for a pair of sweatpants, not bothering to shut his door when he knew you were seated facing the opposite side. He wouldn鈥檛 even mind if you did look, he was wearing his boxers, it won鈥檛 be that bad.聽
Was he鈥erhaps鈥oping you would look?
Jimin cleared his throat to derail that train of thoughts before it could end up being a devastating trainwreck.
"Come on, what is it?" he asked again, walking towards the fridge to extract a bottle of water. "You get graded today, or something?"
You scoffed at that. "I'm above letting my grades dictate my mood, Park, you know that! Not that I have room to complain when I've never gotten anything less than perfect," you smugly said, shooting him a smirk over your shoulder.聽
He had to work very hard to not choke on the next sip of water he took. He quickly capped the bottle and put it back to avoid any further incidents. Why did you have to look so goddamn hot doing literally absolutely everything?
Jimin walked up to crash on the couch next to you, hooking a knee over the armrest and letting the other leg spread out towards the floor. One of his arms dangled off the back of the couch while he ran the other hand through his hair with a roll of his eyes. He purposely faced away from you.
"Sure, never 鈥 except that one time. Basically the only time it really mattered," Jimin teased, bringing up last year's fall semester.
"What?" You looked confused with a frown on your face.
Jimin chuckled. "Yeah, sure. As if you would ever forget failing that test. As if I didn't hear you lament about getting rejected from that one sorority for literal weeks."
"Oh!" you sounded genuinely surprised this time, and he chanced a curious glance.
Only to find you looking at the TV with a frown. Were you really that preoccupied? You couldn't possibly have actually forgotten, it was one of the biggest failures of your life. Or so you had said, back then.
"Yeah, but it's kinda good I got鈥'know, rejected," you continued, lips morphing into a pout again and Jimin looked away. "I'm not even friends with Kira anymore, and she was why I wanted to join that srat in the first place.鈥
Jimin felt bummed. He was almost hoping you鈥檇 say it was good you got rejected because you found him. Like, not like that, but as friends. Because you guys were pretty good friends, and putting the sexual attraction aside鈥攖hough it really was damn near impossible for him to even envision not being attracted to you鈥攈e was grateful you got rejected from that sorority because he cherished your company as a friend a lot.
You were a good listener, a fun drink buddy and, most importantly, you made some mean fried rice. It was the best he ever had, okay? It reminded him of his mother's cooking! He wasn't made of stone to not grow soft at that!
鈥淎nyways! Grades are not the reason,鈥 you said with an even more defined pout on your face.
Jimin gave a small hum, smiling fondly. 鈥淭he reason for? Your grumpiness? So, you admit you鈥檙e being grumpy!鈥
You stuck your tongue out at him in response, and Jimin froze, fondness slipping from his mind as lust gripped at him.聽
The sight of your tiny, pink, glossy tongue nearly made his vision go blurry with the blood rush that took place in him. His sweatpants could not have been doing a good job of hiding his erection, but he could not be bothered to think past the images flooding him.
A kaleidoscope of carnality burst open in his head, every single one of the pieces featuring your tongue smoothing over a different part of his body 鈥 flicking over his nipple, licking down his neck, diving between his abs, dipping into his navel鈥 tangling up with his own鈥 wrapping around the tip of his鈥
鈥淛imin?鈥
He blinked, snapping his involuntarily gaping mouth shut with a clack. He could only imagine how starved his eyes must have looked, going by the desperate longing that seared through him. He was very nearly salivating over you, sitting one foot away from you! And he was painfully hard.
He had also, very inconveniently, not heard a word of what you just said.
Covertly lowering his leg from the handrest to loosen up some of the fabric of his sweatpants over his crotch, Jimin shook his head to physically dissipate the daze fuzzing up his head.
Fucking hell, he was way too much sexually pent up!
鈥淪orry, sorry, I zoned out,鈥 he mumbled in apology, pulling his gaze off your frowning face to look at the TV. You were watching some American sitcom he knew nothing about. He focussed on a bald, skinny guy that was poking his nose and willed his arousal to calm down. 鈥淵ou were saying?鈥
鈥淐an you please stop daydreaming when I鈥檓 in a crisis?鈥 you grumbled.
Jimin nearly scoffed. If only it were that easy to control his head. He was nearly in a crisis, too, at this point. His eyebrows suddenly rose when it registered. 鈥淲ait, crisis? What happened?鈥
鈥淯m鈥 you remember the guy I told you about? This morning?鈥 you sounded nervous, and his heartbeat picked up.
Oh, he remembered, alright.聽
Jimin鈥檚 throat bobbed with a dry click.聽
鈥淯h huh?鈥 he managed to mumble, bracing himself.
"I think he's got a nice dick."
Jimin wasn't even drinking water, he choked on fucking air.
Your concerned voice said something, but Jimin couldn't hear you over his hacking coughs and the pulse pounding loudly in his ears.聽
What the fuck did you just say?
What?
WHAT?
"Jimin!"聽
He dry-heaved, wiping at his watering eyes when he could finally breathe easily. "I'm sorry鈥 I was鈥 I just鈥" he panted between long, drawn out breaths.
You looked concerned and confused. "Are you okay? You're being weird. Did something happen at college?"
Jimin vehemently shook his head. "I had psych today, my mind鈥檚 just in a bad space."
You pursed your lips, seemingly not believing him, but thankfully let it go.
So you thought your mystery guy had a nice dick.
Jimin's spirits fizzled away like froth. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him, because you didn't know what his dick looked like.聽
Well, not unless you'd been a pervert and peeked. Which he really didn't believe you had done or would ever do.
But then again, you said you "thought" the guy's dick was nice. Implying, you could very well be using your imagination and fantasizing.
You could still, hypothetically, be talking about Ryan Reynolds.
He needed more information.
He cleared his throat, this time bracing himself for any more bombshells you could possibly drop on him. He breathed through his nose and vowed to not gasp no matter what came out of your mouth in response to his question.
"So鈥 his dick, huh?" he asked, trying to be as casual as he could be, putting a curved index finger in front of his lips as he stared at the TV. He could鈥檝e been asking about the weather, given the casual aura he eluded. "Did you, uh, see it?"
He sensed you shrug in his periphery. "Not really. Just the outline. The bulge, if you may. And it looked so good, Jimin," you nearly moaned and he nearly became hard again.
Because鈥
Fuck.
You had seen a bulge.
It could very well have been his bulge.
In fact, there was a very, very high possibility that it was his bulge, given how careless he'd recently been about stripping down to his boxers where you could see him. Like, subtly, of course, but still. He left his room's door open when he changed, these days. You were in your room, and if not, sat with your back to his room and your eyes glued to the TV screen, the way you had been this evening. But you could very easily look if you tried.
You could really have seen his bulge.
And thought that it looked nice.
So much so, that you considered yourself to be in a crisis right now, just thinking about it.
His breath hitched. Was he dreaming?
A voice from the back of his mind suddenly slid to the forefront:
You could also, just as plausibly, be talking about Ryan Reynolds' dick!
Jimin swore to himself under his breath.
You really could still be talking about literally anybody because guys tended to be casual about their semis. Pair that up with tightly fitted jeans or thin clothed sweatpants, and the result would be what you saw: a dick's outline. Celebrities were sometimes photographed that way, too.
"Why're you distressed, hun?" he quizzed further, hoping you wouldn't catch the lower octave his disappointed voice had taken.
鈥淚 just鈥 wanna suck it. His cock."
"What the鈥" Jimin broke off, remembering his plans of breathing through the nose and not gasping.
"What?" you irritably threw a scowl his way. "Don't be a prude, you've heard worse from me."
Jimin nodded with a grimace. He indeed, very painfully, had. "I, uh鈥" He paused to clear his throat. "Why's 鈥 why's that a crisis?"
You looked at him as if he was stupid. Which he really, really was, but probably not for the reasons you thought. "Jimin! How am I supposed to ask a guy to suck his dick when I haven't even seen his dick? That'd be so slutty!"
Jimin licked his lips, his eyes zeroing in on your plump ones. Yep, he could totally picture it and it looked more than slutty 鈥 it looked obscene and depraved and filthy and sexy as fuck.
He harshly exhaled through his mouth. Why was he being tested like this? What had he ever done to deserve this torture? Did some previous jaded lover of his do some black magic on him? Or worse yet, did some previous jaded lover of his put you up to this task of teasing and torturing him to the brink of insanity?
Jimin pulled his lower lip into his mouth. "Don't judge." He let go of his lip with a pop, his voice coming out borderline raspy. His eyes wandered away from you when he figured he would probably command you to look at him with his next words. "Some guys like it slutty. Maybe your 鈥 maybe yours would be into it."
God knew Jimin was. So, so super into it.
You hummed, thoughtfully. "You don't think it'd turn him off?"
"Not in the least," Jimin murmured, gaze snapped back to yours, lips parting as he gulped a heavy breath in. You were looking away in thought. "I think it'd drive him insane."
"So, what? I just 鈥 tell him?"
"Depends," Jimin throatily responded, a complete goner now with his semi-erect cock marking a wet spot against his sweatpants, and visions of your thighs wrapped around his waist running free in his head, now that he didn't try to rein them in, anymore. "If he's someone that likes to be told, you do that. But if he's someone who likes to tell," Jimin paused, waiting for you to connect your clueless eyes with his, "you ask him."
Your lips parted and eyes widened. "You 鈥 you mean, like, seek permission? To suck his cock? What kind of a guy would ever say no to that?"
A cocky smirk ticked up Jimin's cheek. "The kind that doesn't feel you deserve it."
He saw it 鈥 the momentary glaze that cast over your eyes 鈥 it wasn't a trick of the light from the TV, your pupils had actually, really expanded.聽
But then you blinked and your nose wrinkled up. "You're into some kinky dom shit, aren't you, Park?"
And just like that, the trance broke and Jimin floated back to earth. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, well aware of the pink climbing up his cheeks.聽
He forced a roll of his eyes. "Just ask him, you little shit," he muttered, crossly. "It's just as you said, no guy would reject a proffered blowjob."
He almost hoped you would ask him.
Almost.
He kept observing you from the corner of his eye as you kept worrying your bottom lip, gaze hung on some invisible point in space. And then you started to nod, looking resolute as you raised your head to meet his eyes.
His heart stopped when you opened your mouth to speak.
鈥淥kay. Uh, yeah, I鈥檒l ask him. Yep, that鈥檚鈥攖hat鈥檚 a great idea. Thanks, Jimin,鈥 you mumbled in a rush, looking somewhat out of it, probably because you were picturing asking the guy.
And just like that, Jimin sank into himself.
He gave you a brittle smile as you nodded at him. 鈥淣o problem. Always happy to help,鈥 he said, the words acerbic in his mouth.
You proceeded to get up from the couch. 鈥淎lright then, I鈥檓 off to sleep. Got a seven am class tomorrow,鈥 you told him, but his helpless eyes were stuck to the strip of your golden skin visible above your shorts as your shirt rose 鈥 a hint of your gorgeous butterfly tattoo peeked out, taunting him.聽
He wanted to trace its royal blue wings with his tongue. Jimin licked his lips, gaze gliding past your plump ass to land on your thighs. He drank them up while you stretched, trying hard and failing at his attempts to not imagine his teeth digging into the softness of your skin as you writhed underneath him.聽
鈥淕ood night, Chim.鈥
At his nickname, Jimin swapped his eyes up to meet yours. You were already looking at him, but he found no annoyance or even suspicion in them. Had you not noticed him eye-fucking you? His brows furrowed a bit.聽
鈥淵eah, good night,鈥 he mumbled, shutting his eyes to the view of your jiggling butt as you walked away.
Jimin released a deep sigh.
Even after a whole year of him making eyes at you, you were interested in sucking other dicks. Why was he even bothering anymore?
He was gonna forget all about your thighs and your ass when he looked at the most deliciously curvaceous pair of hips he鈥檇 ever seen, again, tomorrow, he promised himself. He would ogle them lewdly, drink his fill. He would replace every lustful desire he ever had for you by directing it towards someone else. He would.
But tonight, he would have to be the weaker man one last time and soothe his day-long blue balls by the aid of his fantasies of your naked body in his arms.
God, he was pathetic.
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Taehyung's sexting with the Curvaceous Goddess from yesterday morning had progressed drastically. The guy could barely speak over the drool in his mouth.
"She's sent me multiple shots of those hips, man," Taehyung mumbled with a barely held back moan as Jimin made his way out of the psych class with him. "And a couple of her boobs. Gotta admit, though, I didn't pay that much attention to them. But her nipples look really biteable. Do you wanna see?鈥
Jimin very reluctantly shook his head. He was barely able to handle himself with the one picture he鈥檇 seen. Anymore, and he鈥檇 been walking around the college building with an erection.
Taehyung shrugged. 鈥淵our call. Hey, maybe I should ask her for some close-ups of those areolas! I gotta鈥" trailing off in a mumble, Taehyung started to furiously type on his phone.
Staying true to the promise he made to himself, Jimin had dutifully spent the entirety of the class staring at the woman's picture from yesterday 鈥 saving her gorgeous body's every texture, every blemish and every beauty mark to his memory. So that it'd be this body that came to his mind when he tightened his fist over himself in the middle of the night.
Not to be too sickeningly romantic, but his wank bank needed a desperate overhaul if he was ever going to stop being pathetic. He was done envisioning his roommate in positions he would never actually get to see her in. Or, at least, he should have been done. He was sure as hell gonna work on it, though.
And maybe, just maybe, this exercise would get him back in the game and he would actually be able to fuck people without your face in his head to push him over the edge.聽
"She says she'd send her ass when she gets back from class, today!" Taehyung suddenly exclaimed, waving the chat screen of his phone in front of Jimin's face. "Wow, dude, this girl is something else."
Jimin gave a small rise to his brows at Taehyung's lovestruck eyes. The dude literally fell in love every week, it wouldn't be a surprise if he felt he'd fallen again. Even when he hadn't seen the girl's face, yet alone actually met her in person.聽
"Show me, too, when you get it."
Taehyung shot him a grin. "See, that's the kind of stuff I like hearing from you, Park! We're young, we're warm blooded 鈥 the world expects us to be perverted. We're literally being disappointments by showing morals."
Jimin had to laugh at that, choosing to see the words in a humorous light instead of beginning to correct them. 'Cause where to even start? And knowing how much he did of Taehyung, the guy most definitely believed in his flawed logic, wholeheartedly.
"So, where to, next?"
Jimin hummed. "I got Econometrics in half an hour. Probably gonna crash in the cafeteria. You?"
Taehyung looked lost in thoughts, looking straight up ahead. Jimin knocked shoulders with him to grab the guy鈥檚 attention, causing Taehyung to look at him with a start. "Uh? Oh! I was actually thinking I'd pay her a visit. I've got Music Theory in three hours. Much time to spare."
Jimin's jaw dropped open. "You 鈥 you're gonna visit her? You don't even know her name, dude! Or what she looks like!"
Taehyung blinked, very slowly, before letting a smirk curl up his face. He raised an eyebrow. "And she doesn't know any of that about me, either. But鈥 I wasn't actually talking about her, Park."
Jimin gawped. "What? But you鈥"
"I was talking about her," Taehyung emphasized with a finger pointing at a girl standing a few feet away from them, eyeing Taehyung with her tongue flicking her lips.
Jimin blanched. Oh fuck, this was embarrassing.
"Although," Taehyung continued because the subtle humiliation had apparently not been enough, "I do see what goes on in your head, Park. Despite your strict moral code."
Jimin rolled his eyes. "We were just talking about her, dude, come on."
"Uh huh. That is exactly why you sounded so panicked and jealous, too, right?"
This time, Jimin scoffed. "I was certainly not jealous. Or panicked. I was taken aback."
Taehyung laughed. "Sure, buddy. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Or, stay awake at night, in this case."
Jimin was left fuming as Taehyung made his way over to the girl he鈥檇 actually been talking about. He had to admit, he did feel somewhat foolish. It wasn鈥檛 like him to zone out so badly, or not be able to catch the context of a conversation like this, or not be aware of his surroundings. He鈥檇 always been remarkably sharp at it, in fact. And if his brain hadn鈥檛 been all jumbled since last night, he still would鈥檝e been.
With a silent curse aimed at himself, Jimin stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark pants and started walking towards the cafeteria.聽
If all boiled down to it, it wasn鈥檛 even his fault that he was so lost. It was yours.
Jimin grimaced when last night鈥檚 events floated up to the forefront of his brain. He really did not need a reminder to feel worse about his situation with you. For a few moments, today, he鈥檇 even wondered if it would be better for you two to stop living together. But he would never in a million years kick you out, and he himself was way too selfish to willingly leave your shared living spaces.
Stepping into the cafeteria, he beelined for the counter. Ordering himself a mocha and a puff pastry, he pulled his phone out.
Only for his brows to jump when he discovered two unread messages from you.
roomie馃尭馃挆 anthro proff failed to show up yAY ME going back home
Jimin rolled his lower lip between his teeth. Why were you being a good friend when he wanted to avoid you? You were making everything hard in his life 鈥 figuratively and literally.
With a snort at his own joke, he sent back a string of emojis and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
In the middle of his coffee and snack, he let his mind be plagued by the images of Taehyung鈥檚 nudes girl.聽
Ew. He needed to refer to her with something better, because that was a huge turn off, right there.
Jimin suddenly realised that this could turn into a problem if Taehyung actually ended up pursuing something more than a one night stand with the girl. Because, after all, the girl was sending nudes to obviously pursue something with Taehyung. Jimin probably should not be worrying all that much because Taehyung wasn鈥檛 even the last guy he would picture getting into a relationship in the middle of Junior year.
But this whole switching-my-lust thing he was doing was still not very healthy, was it? No, it wasn鈥檛.
Jimin realised that it was a borderline toxic coping mechanism. He needed closure to get over the unfortunate crush/obsession/infatuation he had on/of/with you. Replacing one obsession with another was counterproductivity at its best. But he really couldn't afford any closures, no matter what. The whole reason why he was so stuck was that he couldn鈥檛 risk your friendship with him because his hormones were out of control. Telling you to get over would defeat the whole purpose of getting over you.
So he had to make do with his next best option 鈥 making his dumb mind realise that there were other things to get turned on by than your thighs. Even if it ended up being slightly destructive. But it couldn鈥檛 really be that bad when he hadn鈥檛 even seen this girl鈥檚 face, right?聽
Probably not, but he didn鈥檛 care all that much.
Just as he鈥檇 gotten up to toss his empty cup and paper plate into the bin, his phone pinged with a message. Wondering鈥攁nd somewhat hoping, like the pathetic idiot he was鈥攊f you were, uncharacteristically, informing him that you鈥檇 reached your flat, he quickly pulled the device out of his pocket.
By the time he unlocked it, three more successive messages had arrived in his inbox.
All of them were from Taehyung.
kim from psych ITS HEREEEE COME TO TJE PARKIMG LOT HOLY FUCKLKLKKK JIMINNNMM SJE HAS A TATTOO ASDFKKHHGDHSJ HURTY THE FUVK UP IMA START JACKIJG OFF SOOM
Jimin cursed under his breath, grabbing his backpack to rush out of the cafeteria.
His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he jogged down to the parking lot. He was gonna miss his class 鈥 and Econometrics was one of the important subjects 鈥 but he honestly couldn鈥檛 be bothered, right now.
He was slightly out of breath by the time he reached Taehyung.
The guy really did look like he was minutes away from unzipping his pants right there, sitting on the hood of what was probably his own car. Huffing out a small laugh, Jimin walked up to him.
鈥淪o,鈥 Jimin said as a means of greeting. 鈥淭hat good, huh?鈥
Taehyung鈥檚 trousers were very obviously tented, and despite the grossness, Jimin couldn鈥檛 judge him. He鈥檇 nearly had a similar reaction to the girl鈥檚 hips. He could sympathize with the guy.
鈥淜im?鈥 Jimin called out with a laugh, making Taehyung startledly look up from his phone with his pupils swallowing nearly the entirety of his irises. 鈥淗oly shit, don鈥檛 come in your pants, dude!鈥
Taehyung released a pained groan, face contorting as if he was in actual, physical pain. Going by the condition of his crotch, he might actually have been. 鈥淧ark,鈥 he nearly moaned, 鈥渟he told me to video call.鈥
Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. 鈥淲ow, dude. Congrats鈥 I guess?鈥
Taehyung bit his lip, finally repositioning himself to make his erection slightly more covert. 鈥淚'm not ready, dude.鈥
Jimin cocked a single brow. 鈥淓vidence says you鈥檙e more than ready, Tae. Um, on that account,鈥 he hesitantly began, almost not wanting to but knowing his inner moral compass would keep him awake through multiple nights on end if he didn鈥檛. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to show me the picture if things are, um, progressing between you guys. It鈥檇 be mo鈥斺
鈥淒on鈥檛 you fucking say morally wrong, you ass. I鈥檓 trying to fuck her, not marry her. You can even have a go after鈥斺 He suddenly cut himself off, frowning down at his crotch. 鈥淎wh, man, there goes my boner! Why鈥檇 you have to make me talk about relationships?鈥
JImin stifled a laugh. Taehyung was the poster child for college fuckboys, it seemed. Not that he didn鈥檛 know the fact beforehand, it was just hilarious and more than a little awakening to see him go through it, up close. 鈥淯m, sorry?鈥
鈥淛ust look at the fucking picture, Park!鈥 Taehyung snarled, shoving his phone in Jimin鈥檚 unprepared hands.
Juggling a bit to catch the device before it could drop, Jimin had barely held the phone with the screen facing him, when鈥
He froze.
His breath halted and his heart skipped a couple of beats.
Everything around him came to an immediate, screeching stop.
He didn鈥檛 even have the time to ogle the glorious twin globes separated by a thin strip of burgundy red running down the middle, because his attention was caught by鈥
Holy fuck, he was so so so royally fucked, thoroughly, in every single orifice in his body.
There, in the smack dab center of the screen, right above the barely there string of the red thong running across the luscious hips he鈥檇 fallen in love with in just a day 鈥 there sat his undoing.
A bright, royal blue and black butterfly tattoo.
The butterfly tattoo he鈥檇 been peeking at for a year now.
Your butterfly tattoo.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
HOLY! FUCK!
鈥淪ee?鈥 Taehyung鈥檚 whiny voice pulled him out of the despairing pool of absolute shock, blinding lust and utter agony he was spiraling into. 鈥淚 can鈥檛, man, I really can鈥檛. If this is what her pictures do to me, oh God, the video call鈥檚 gonna kill me. And I can鈥檛 fucking wait to die a sated man!鈥
Taehyung鈥檚 words suddenly poured a bucket of iced water over Jimin, making him bodily jolt out of the remainder of his stupor.
The reality of the situation suddenly hit him 鈥 you鈥檇 been sending your nude pictures to Kim Taehyung. You were about to have a video chat with him. You intended to fuck him. Taehyung. Kim motherfucking Taehyung.
Oh no. Not on Jimin鈥檚 watch.
Molten jealousy filled up all his veins as he saw Taehyung getting comfortable in the backseat of his car with all the tinted glass windows. This fucker.
Uncaring how barbaric it made him out to be, Jimin decided he was not gonna let Taehyung actually see you on video before he鈥檇 at least had the chance to confront you about this whole thing. From what he knew of you and how much he understood, you weren鈥檛 the kind of girl to fall into the traps of the biggest fuckboy on our campus. There had to have been a major reason behind these actions of yours.
He had to talk to you 鈥 if not as someone who wanted to be the one to fuck you instead of Taehyung, then at least a friend and a well wisher who was worried about your well-being and emotional health.
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 call her, Kim,鈥 Jimin declared with a calm finality.聽
Taehyung did a double take. 鈥淲h鈥攄id you say can鈥檛? What? Why the fuck?鈥
鈥淵ou just鈥 shouldn鈥檛. It鈥檚 not fair to her.鈥 Jimin was really on the verge of a mental freak out.
鈥淲hat the fuck, dude?鈥 Taehyung looked irritated and more than a little indignant. 鈥淔air to her? Who鈥檙e you, her caretaker all of a sudden? She literally asked for it!鈥
Jimin pursed his lips, swinging the phone out of his reach when Taehyung made to grab it. 鈥淵ou should tell her you showed me her pictures before you call her.鈥
鈥淒ude! No, the fuck? Stop being a moral fucker! Is this girl your sister? Your girlfriend?鈥 Taehyung looked a bit lost at Jimin鈥檚 sudden distress.
Jimin frowned. 鈥淣o, none of those, but she鈥檚鈥斺
鈥淲ait, so you do know her?鈥 Taehyung looked surprised, and Jimin was surprised that he鈥檇 actually shown some use of his brain. 鈥淗ow鈥檇 you even recognise her? Wait! The tattoo?鈥
Jimin looked away, bitterly. 鈥淵eah, the tattoo.鈥 He exhaled, deciding to be upfront. 鈥淟ook, Kim. I鈥檝e been besotted with this girl for a really long time, okay? So鈥斺
鈥淪o nothing, man! I didn鈥檛 come at her, okay? She was the one to approach me, and really boldly too with that nude of hers.鈥 Taehyung suddenly narrowed his eyes. 鈥淎nd how can I even believe you? Maybe you鈥檙e lying because suddenly you wanna fuck her first!鈥
Jimin rolled his eyes, but Taehyung鈥檚 words did reach him. You really had approached Taehyung boldly. It hurt like a bitch that you were willing to fuck the campus fuckboy, actual personification of scum, but not him. Not Jimin, who cared about you enough to not try to fuck you.
What a world.
鈥淪he鈥檚 told me to be online at鈥攐h fuck, in ten minutes! Give me my phone before I tackle you, Park!鈥 Taehyung yelled from inside the car.
Jimin pursed his lips in thought. You had texted him about being home, hadn鈥檛 you? If he left now, he could get there in under ten minutes, and鈥
And what, then?
Well, at least talk to you before you showed Taehyung your face and cemented your place in the guy鈥檚 bed.
Mind made up, Jimin tossed Taehyung鈥檚 phone below the driver鈥檚 seat to buy him more time as he ran for it.聽
鈥淗ey, hey, what鈥擯ark, you fucking bitch!鈥澛
Ignoring Taehyung鈥檚 calls, Jimin rushed through the college gates and sprinted down the sidewalk. Shouldering people out of his way鈥攂ut also mumbling a litany of apologies along with it because he could picture his mother鈥檚 disapproving gaze鈥攈e didn鈥檛 even pause to catch his breath until he was scrambling down the stairs of the subway.
As fate would have it, the doors of the parked train were just beginning to slide shut when Jimin set foot on the platform.
Cursing, he leapt from the last stair, his feet meeting the ground just twice as he dived into the train, two seconds before the gates sealed shut.
Doing a victorious, little fist pump, he finally allowed himself to catch his breath, leaning his hands on his knees. When he straightened, a couple of people around him were looking at him weird. But he couldn鈥檛 let anything bother him 鈥 he was a man on a mission.
Within three minutes, the train was stopping at the next stop and Jimin was running out the gates and straight out of the subway.聽
As he stepped up the stairs to his flat, sweat was soaking his white t-shirt and he was hating himself for wearing skin tight jeans. Jogging up to the door, he quickly unlocked the apartment and rushed in, locking the door behind him. Haphazardly taking his shoes off and tossing the keys somewhere on the couches, he beelined for your room.
Hesitating only once, he turned the doorknob. It was locked.
You were getting ready to have virtual sex with Taehyung.
Clenching his jaw, he rapped his palm against the door thrice, his rings helping louden the sound.
He fidgeted, nervous out of his mind. He couldn鈥檛 even think about what he would say to you, way too occupied with the task of stopping you from making that call to Taehyung.
He called your name, followed by two more successive raps.
For a frightening second, he feared he was too late and you had already started with your鈥
鈥淛imin, is that you?鈥 you yelled from inside the door.
Jimin squared his shoulders. 鈥淥pen up! It鈥檚 urgent!鈥
Sounds of shuffling filtered through the door to him before you unlocked it and nearly tore it off the hinges with the strength you pulled it open with.
鈥淲hat?鈥 you barked, scowling at him. But then suddenly your frown melted away as your eyes did a quick sweep of his breathless, sweaty self, lingering鈥攈e noticed鈥攁round his neck. 鈥淲hat the hell, Jimin? Where鈥檙e you coming from?鈥
Jimin decided to do some exploration of his own.
Your face was flushed, chest heaving up and down鈥
And鈥
And Jimiin was fixated on your prominent nipples pushing against the oversized black t-shirt you鈥檇 obviously tossed over yourself in a hurry. He鈥檇 glimpsed your breasts in that very delicious photo, of course, but he鈥檇 fixated on your hips and not paid them enough attention. He regretted saying no to Taehyung's offer of looking at the boob pic you鈥檇 sent him, because鈥
Jimin鈥檚 thoughts faded out when he came back to himself.
You had sent Taehyung a pic of your boobs, too. The way Jimin felt like punching through a fucking wall!
鈥淪top staring at my boobs, pervert!鈥 you suddenly scolded him, clicking your fingers in front of his face. 鈥淲hat was so urgent? I鈥檓 kinda in the middle of鈥斺
鈥淧lease don鈥檛 do it,鈥 he blurted, wide-eyed at his own brazenness, but he just felt so desperate, at this point.
You gaped at him. 鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 鈥 don鈥檛 fuck him, please,鈥 he continued arms darting forward to hold you by your shoulders.
You stiffened in his grasp, eyes going impossibly wide. 鈥淛imin, what鈥攁re you 鈥 are you okay? What the fuck are you even talking about?鈥
He grew pained. 鈥淭aehyung. Don鈥檛 fuck him.鈥
He saw you draw in a sharp breath. 鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 actually鈥攚ait, how do you know this?鈥
He rolled his lower lip into his mouth. 鈥淲ell鈥e told me.鈥
You jumped away from him with your mouth dropped open. 鈥淲hat? How the hell do you even knowhim?鈥
鈥淚 sit with him in my psych class."
"In your psych鈥" You suddenly gasped. "The eccentric fuckboy!鈥
Jimin blinked, lip leaving the confines of his teeth with a plop.聽 He didn鈥檛 miss the way your eyes dropped down to it for a moment. 鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淎fter your first class together, you told me you'd found a fuckboy with eccentric fashion choices to sit with. You said his name was Tannie! You have his number saved under Kim from psych!"
Jimin winced. "He鈥檇 told me way too much about himself, I messed up some details. Tannie鈥檚 his dog鈥檚 name."
鈥淪o, Taehyung is the eccentric fuckboy you sit next to, for an hour, three days a week."
"Yep."
鈥淥h, my God, this is fucked up,鈥 you wailed, turning around to pace next to your bed, hands sifting through your open hair.
Jimin eyed the laptop on your bed. It suddenly came back to him 鈥 you鈥檇 seen Taehyung鈥檚 dick鈥檚 outline. You wanted to suck that abominable, STD infested, overused dick.聽
Jimin really hated his life, right now.
鈥淪o, don鈥檛 do it,鈥 he tried again, walking into your room with authority he didn鈥檛 have. 鈥淧lease.鈥
You looked at him with a scowl, face pulled in around your scrunched up nose in the middle. 鈥淪top saying that!"
鈥淲hy do you even wanna?鈥 Jimin whined, sounding more than a little sulky as he stood in your way, prompting you to stop walking. 鈥淗e鈥檚, like, the most despicable fuckboy on campus!鈥
鈥淲ell, that鈥檚 exactly why! I don鈥檛 need his heart, I just need his dick!鈥 you crudely told him, throwing both your arms up. 鈥淚t helps that it comes with explosive reviews from the entire female population on campus. I鈥檝e had a frustrating couple of weeks, and, ugh. I really don't have any energy or patience to go through trials and errors to finally find someone who won鈥檛 disappoint.鈥
Jimin was breathing heavily after you finished speaking. You were that desperate for a fuck?聽
He dragged his heavy gaze over your body, bottom to top 鈥 you were barefoot with your toenails painted a gorgeous shade of royal blue, your bare calves were toned, slowly expanding into thighs that were鈥攆uck. These thighs were ultimate ruiners of his sleep, God.聽
Your hands were balled at your sides. The oversized t-shirt you wore ended mid-thighs on your body, wrapping over your hips that he now knew to be juicy as fuck, and proceeded to tent at your breasts where your nipples were still fully erect and intending to cut through cloth.聽
The neck of the t-shirt was wide enough to let your collarbones be on complete display. Jimin held in a groan of want, pulling his lower lip in as he followed the smooth line of your long neck all the way up to your face. Your lips were redder than he was used to. You were wearing lipstick, he realised with a start, mouth falling open in surprise. Your eyes were lined with something, too, making them sharper than usual.
You were dressed to seduce, and he was trapped under your spell.
You looked good enough to eat.
What wouldn鈥檛 he give to be able to toss you onto this very bed and fuck the living daylights out of you鈥
鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe that fucker really told you,鈥 your mumble suddenly brought him out of his lewd musings, and he adjusted his legs to be covert about his hardening length.聽
鈥淚sn鈥檛 it typical of him? What else did you expect?鈥 Jimin shrugged. 鈥淗e also very nearly circulated the first nude you sent him to half the college campus. He literally bullied me into seeing it.鈥
Your face suddenly colored. 鈥淵ou鈥 you saw my pictures?鈥 you asked him in a small voice.
Jimin noticed how you focussed on the latter part of the sentence, and not the鈥攅vidently more concerning鈥攆ormer. Interesting.聽
鈥淛ust the first one.鈥 His voice came out hoarse, throat suddenly very dry at the memory. 鈥淎nd then the last one, briefly. I recognized your tattoo鈥︹澛
His eyes travelled down to your waist of their own accord, images and scenes running wild in his head. Those hips. Those delicious fucking hips were right here, within his reach. And they belonged to you 鈥 the girl of his fantasies of over a year.
Jimin exhaled brokenly, trying to calm himself down.
鈥淲hy are you stopping me?鈥 you asked him in a mumble, sitting down on your bed. 鈥淚鈥檓 not trying to marry him, just hop on his dick for some gratification. I鈥檓 even gonna block his number after.鈥
He looked back up at your face, only to draw in a sharp breath. Your eyes were so so dark. His own probably mirrored yours.
He couldn鈥檛 hold back anymore.
鈥淚鈥ould possibly have an offer for an alternative. A better, less emotionally damaging and certainly more STD-proof alternative.鈥澛
Your lips quirked to the side. You leant back on the bed, supporting your weight on your palms, and crossed your legs.
Jimin鈥檚 gaze immediately zeroed in on your smooth thighs, and the desire to bury his face between them nearly incinerated him from within.
鈥淚s that so?鈥 Your voice had turned breathy. 鈥淏etter alternative, huh? Got any testimonials to back it up?鈥
Holy fuck, were you really responding to his flirting?聽
鈥淣ot really,鈥 Jimin murmured. And even though he did have a slew of ex partners that could vouch for his sexual prowess, he just wasn鈥檛 the kind of guy to brag so brazenly about all that. He licked his lips, taking a tentative step closer to you as he came up with a more tantalising offer. 鈥淵ou could sample it.鈥
Lust flooded your gaze, making it darker than he鈥檇 ever seen it in his life. Even if your words from yesterday morning had, apparently, not meant what he鈥檇 hoped for them to, this, right here 鈥 the naked want on your face, told him a whole different story. It felt unreal, and he wasn鈥檛 certain this wasn鈥檛 just a fever dream. But if it was a fever dream, he was gonna make it one hell of a memorable one.
When your hands nimbly reached out to wordlessly shut your laptop, moved closer to you, leaning a bit to catch your gaze.
鈥淲ould you like to?鈥 he mumbled, softly.
Your breath stuttered out in response.
鈥淭aehyung promised me he鈥檇 choke me on his cock,鈥 you told him so abruptly, he almost gasped out loud.
But then Jimin clenched his jaw and walked even closer. He stepped between your legs and slid a hand into your hair, cupping your head with his fingers and massaging the skin behind your ear with his thumb. 鈥淚s that something you want, baby?鈥 he breathed out, relishing the way your eyelashes fluttered at his touch. Or maybe his words, he wasn鈥檛 sure. 鈥淗mm?鈥
Your tongue licked at your bottom lip, dragging a salacious path against the plump flesh until the red matte lipstick was glossy with your saliva. Jimin wanted to suck on it until it was red without the makeup鈥檚 tint, too.聽
鈥淲hat do you think, Park?鈥
Something about the way you spoke his surname in a challenging tone had him going rock hard in his pants. He wanted to ruin you.
鈥淥h, I think you do,鈥 he whispered, tugging your head up to straighten your body from its recline.聽
Your chin came to the same level as his belt. His whole body shuddered when you accidentally brushed against it.聽
鈥淎nd I鈥檒l make you choke on it, alright,鈥 he continued, 鈥渁fter which I鈥檒l make you clench on it, make you drench it with your juices. And if you鈥檙e good, maybe I鈥檒l choke you without it, too.鈥
Your irises were twin black disks as you stared into his eyes with your breath bated. 鈥淪hit, Park, I鈥︹ You shook your head, pulling your lower lip into your mouth. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e so fucking hot,鈥 you moaned, eyes sliding shut, and brought both your palms up to bunch into his t-shirt.
A small smirk slid up Jimin鈥檚 face. 鈥淚s that so?鈥 he murmured, thrilled by the look of torture on your face when your brows scrunched up. 鈥淲ell, sweetheart, you happen to be the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I鈥檝e ever laid eyes on. And even though I鈥檝e acquired evidence to support my claim very recently, I鈥檝e told you this multiple times before,鈥 he mumbled, mouth watering at the sight of you nibbling on your lip.聽
Your heavy lidded eyes met his as you slowly opened them again. 鈥淵ou have, but鈥 never with this look in your eyes.鈥 Your breath hitched, one of your hands leaving his shirt to wander the length of his torso, lingering near the end of his abs. He held back a shiver. 鈥淟ike you want to rip my clothes off and devour me whole, this very moment.鈥
Jimin鈥檚 nostrils flared, teeth grinding even harder. Oh, how he wanted that. How he wanted exactly that.
鈥淥h, sweetheart, I do intend to do that and more. Lay you bare beneath me, touch every single inch of your body. And then let my tongue follow.鈥
You made a small sound from the back of your throat and Jimin very nearly came in his pants. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 the hold up, then? All I hear are promises, Park. Where鈥檚 the delive鈥斺
With a growl, Jimin tightened his grip on the back of your neck and pulled your face in to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, effectively shutting you up and fulfilling your demand at the same time.
The first contact was, very poetically, electric. Current zapped through his body, beginning where your soft lips had molded against his in acceptance, and reaching all the way down to his semi-erect length. Which was now starting to painfully strain against his too tight jeans.聽
Your mouth opened up to him, and he swallowed your moan of want when his tongue brushed against yours. He poured all his pent up feelings and desires into the kiss, pressing harder against you when you pliantly tilted your head back to give him more room.聽
Jimin couldn鈥檛 fathom he was kissing you. Finally, fucking finally, after more than a year of lusting for these lips 鈥 he finally had them entwined with his own. He lost his mind somewhere in between the soft pull of your even softer lips, harsh nips of your teeth, smooth glides of your tongue.聽
And then he grabbed a handful of your hips, and went feral.聽
With a grunt, Jimin opened his mouth wider, licking into yours between harshly sucking on your tongue. It was a mess 鈥 sloppy and wet and desperate when he explored your mouth with full fervor, tongue curling against the inner seams of your lips.聽
Your hand slid over his waist, leaving fire in its wake as it slid past his t-shirt to trace the tight muscles of his abdomen. Jimin brought his other hand to rest next to you on the bed, now leaning over you.
His lungs were protesting for air, but he just couldn鈥檛 get enough of your taste. It was you that finally pulled away, panting heavily into his mouth.聽
Jimin blinked, struggling to come out of the daze you鈥檇 put him in. He looked at your parted lips, hunger building up in him when he saw the smudges of your lipstick around them. Your wide eyes gazed up at him with so much naked lust, holy fuck. He so very desperately wanted you naked.聽
鈥淵ou want this?鈥 he asked you, testing his own restraint when his length ached from being confined for so long in its rock hard state.
You looked too delirious to respond, nodding very slowly with your eyes nearly glazing over as your gaze lowered to look at his crotch.
鈥淪ay the words, sweetheart. This is about consent, I鈥檓 not trying to force you into something you鈥檙e hesitant about,鈥 Jimin unnecessarily clarified, well aware of how both of your bodies were vibrating with need.
鈥淛imin, for God鈥檚 sake, stop talking and fuck me,鈥 you gritted out, grabbing hold of his t-shirt and tugging at it until he was raising himself off the bed to get rid of it.
Tossing it aside, he raked a hand through his hair and peered down at you. Your mouth hung open, eyes seeming to drink him up.聽
Well, good for you, because he was losing his sanity with every passing second that he was spending close to you but not close enough.聽
鈥淎s you wish, sweetheart,鈥 he mumbled before moving to unbuckle his belt and quickly unbutton his jeans in succession.聽
He stopped there, though, and caught hold of your hand when you tried to reach for his waistband. He shook his head when your eyes shot to his.聽
鈥淵our turn.鈥
He saw your throat move on a gulp. You skittered back on the bed, rising up on your knees when you鈥檇 reached the center. He followed you, placing a knee on your bed to get to you.
Your fingers trembled as they reached for the hem of your t-shirt, with suppressed want or nervousness, Jimin couldn't tell. He was a mixture of both.
He watched, breathing completely ceased, as the t-shirt rose and unleashed more and more of your smooth skin. When you raised it above your waist, he sucked in a large breath, eyes widened, jaw dropped open and body nearly quivering with want.
Your hips.
Your juicy fucking hips.
They were right there, calling out to him with their hourglass curve as they tapered into your trim waist with a soft abdomen. You wore a tiny, burgundy scrap of lace as a substitute for underwear, and he recalled it to be the thong he鈥檇 barely caught a glimpse of in the picture of your ass.聽
Your breasts bounced free, next, and Jimin moved his throat in a thick swallow, a palm cupping over his crotch. Your nipples were pebbled and juicy, and he just wanted to wrap his lips around them and suck to his heart鈥檚 content.
He shuffled forward on the bed when you got to your shoulders, helping you untangle your arms and hair from the piece of clothing.
Once the t-shirt was fully off, you looked at him with a bashful smile. 鈥淲hy鈥檙e you gawking like that? You鈥檝e seen it all before,鈥 you mumbled, sitting back on your haunches, your own gaze rounding back to his torso.
鈥淧ictures don鈥檛 hold a light for the real deal, holy fuck,鈥 he managed to choke out.
Your coy smile turned challenging. 鈥淗ow do you know? You haven鈥檛 even touched, yet.鈥
The nerve of you to鈥
Jimin pounced, knocking you back into the mattress as he covered your body with his, making sure to press every inch of himself on you.
Your wide eyes looked at him in surprise but more than a little hunger, and oh did he want to take care of that.
One of his forearms dug into the bed next to your head while his other hand gripped at your shoulder. He hissed against your lips when your curves molded against him.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so fucking insufferable but so fucking delectable, fuck,鈥 he gasped, unable to resist when his eyes fell onto your quivering lips, and kissed you again.
You moaned loudly into his mouth, not in the least bit shy about devouring his lips as messily as he did yours. Your tongue curled against his, making his insides turn to molten lava. He could feel your nipples against his chest and, his palm slid down your side, curving along your breast as it spanned down to鈥
Oh.
His palm met your hip and he was lost.
鈥淥h, fuck,鈥 he muttered, digging his fingers in.
Your dark eyes looked back at him, shuttered, sensuous and perfectly fitting for the goddess that you were.
鈥淒o you know how fucking long I've fantasized about having this body of yours under me, you minx?鈥 he grumbled, sliding down your body.
His mouth latched onto your neck, both hands curving around your waist as he pressed kisses down the column of your throat. Your head fell back with a moan, granting him more access, and he took advantage of it, running his mouth up to your jaw, his tongue licking at your skin.
Your skin was so soft and smooth 鈥 even more than it looked.
He grazed his teeth against your jaw, pulling back to look at you.
Your eyes were shut, brows pinched, and mouth was hanging open in abandon. He leaned over your face to pull your bottom lip into his mouth. Giving it a hard suckle, he let go with a pop.聽
Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him with an intoxicated look on your face. 鈥淛imin鈥︹
鈥淵es, sweetheart?鈥 His fingers dug into your waist.
鈥淭ouch me,鈥 you whimpered, throat convulsing.
Jimin grinned. 鈥淚 am.鈥
His palms slid down your sides, and as he met the curve of your hips again, his previous plans of teasing you flew out the window.
Holy fucking hell.
鈥淭hese fucking hips,鈥 he grit out, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh. 鈥淭hey鈥檝e been driving me insane, do you know?鈥
You really did have the sexiest body he had ever seen. A perfect figure with enough chubbiness in places to make you feel soft, womanly and real. His eyes were caught by your abdomen and he leant down to press a kiss beneath your navel before he could think too much about it.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so soft and so delicious鈥︹
You released a muted gasp in response, but he was too busy exploring the curve of your waist. His fingers ran over your smooth skin, nails scratching lightly. You jumped when he went a little rougher, and he gripped you harder, leaning down again, this time to suck open mouthed kisses over your waist, all the way from your navel to the dip in your side.
鈥淔uck, Jimin鈥斺澛
You broke off on a gasp when his tongue met your skin, tracing wet paths, absorbing the taste to his memories. He groaned into your stomach, dragging his face over the flimsy waistband of your underwear. He moved to the side to tug at the string at your hip with his teeth, licking underneath it, and then dug his teeth into the delicious flesh beneath.
A moan slipped past his own lips, nearly drowning the stream of gasping sounds coming from you. He had his mouth on these goddess-like hips.
Finally, fucking finally.
鈥淛imin, Jimin, fuck鈥斺
He tasted his fill, leaving kisses, and nipping, biting and licking you up as he desired. The delicate waistband of your thong was haphazardly pulled every which way, only barely covering your center as Jimin went about devouring you.
Your breathing was labored, chest heaving and shoulders twitching when he finally managed to pull himself off your body. He looked at you from under his brows. You had an arm folded over your forehead and the other hand fisted in your pillow. You already looked fucked out and he鈥檇 barely even done anything.
Pressing a hand down on your abdomen, he pulled your attention to him.
Your eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated and everything. Your lips were well-bitten, swollen and red. So fucking delicous.
He slid his palm up your torso, curving around your breast. You visibly trembled when he gave the rounded flesh a squeeze. Jimin loved the sight, moving his thumb to flick at your nipple.
鈥淛imin,鈥 you breathed, hand moving from the pillow to grip at his wrist.
Jimin clicked his tongue, removing your hand. 鈥淎h ah, no,鈥 he murmured, voice deeper, loaded with arousal.聽
You mutely looked at him, eyes wide and irises nearly wholly eclipsed by your pupils.
He swiped his tongue over his lower lip, placing your arm above your head with the other one. He held both your wrists in his hand and tugged, causing your breasts to jiggle invitingly. Barely containing the wanton moan that swelled up in his throat at the sight, Jimin flicked your nipple again.
鈥淭hese hands,鈥 Jimin murmured, face lowered to your throat as he leant over you, 鈥渟tay here. You move them, we stop. Understood?鈥
He dipped his head to lick at a sweat droplet collected between your collarbones. Your breath stuttered out and he saw you swallow.
Jimin drew back when he didn鈥檛 hear you respond.聽
You were panting, now, lower lip extended way past your jaw as you looked at him with your eyes rounded.
He raised an eyebrow. 鈥淚 asked you a question, sweetheart.鈥
You gasped aloud, as if suddenly inhaling a lot of air after having stopped breathing for a few seconds. Maybe you had, you looked very much on the edge.聽
Your head jerked in a nod, fingers of both hands gingerly clasping together above your head.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 gonna need your words, baby,鈥 he prompted you in a low murmur. 鈥淎nd I better not have to repeat myself.鈥
You shut your mouth with a click, eyes widening just a tad bit. 鈥淚鈥 yes,鈥 you whispered, voice nothing but a hoarse whisper. 鈥淵es, I understand.鈥
Jimin nodded, lowering his mouth to sweep his tongue over your neglected nipple before engulfing it whole. 鈥淕ood,鈥 he spoke into your skin, relishing the taste of you.
鈥淯h, Chim?鈥澛
Jimin caught apprehension beneath your breathiness. He immediately pulled his head up to look into your eyes. 鈥淵es, sweetheart? Are you okay?鈥
鈥淚鈥︹ You nodded.聽
But then you were biting your lip again and Jimin couldn鈥檛 believe how fucking lucky he was to have you looking so submissive beneath him. All his dreams 鈥 coming to an unimaginably amazing conclusion.聽
He still wasn鈥檛 a hundred percent sure this wasn鈥檛 a fever dream.聽
You cleared your throat, jutting your chin out in an obviously faux show of confidence. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 have to call you, like鈥 master, or something, do I?鈥
Despite the instant tightening in his pants, Jimin couldn't hold back the laugh that tumbled out of him. He threw his head back and guffawed. Yeah, this was definitely real.
You slapped him on the thigh. 鈥淪hut up!鈥
He collected himself with difficulty. 鈥淣o master, sweetheart. Just my name would be fine.鈥
鈥淲ell, you鈥檙e into some kinky shit, Park, I was just making sure.鈥 You crossed your hands against your chest, pouting crossly. 鈥淐ould鈥檝e said a simple no, though. Didn鈥檛 have to laugh like that, you meanie.鈥
He was still grinning even as he gripped both your wrists and pulled your arms up to pin them next to your head. Your pout slipped away, lips falling open on a gasp. He leant over your body, pressing his chest against yours, smirking when your lashes fluttered.
You felt delicious, all sweet and soft curves pressed up against his planes.
鈥淵ou hit me.鈥
You blinked, frowning. 鈥淲ha鈥斺
鈥淵ou hit me. On the thigh.鈥
Your eyes went wide in alarm and Jimin chuckled at the horror on your face. 鈥淚鈥檓 鈥 I鈥檓 sorry, Jimin, I鈥斺
He slid higher up your body, grinding his denim covered crotch into you. 鈥淎re you?鈥
You choked on an inhale, moaning with your mouth closed when Jimin moved his hips again. Your tongue peeked out to lick at your lips while you gave him a nod.聽
鈥淵es, Jimin,鈥 you whispered, eyes looking away from him as you demurely lowered them.
Jimin hissed. Why did every single, little action of yours make him lose all control over himself? He sighed.
He looked up at your hands struggling in his grip, and then around the room. And then he looked down at himself, eyes pausing at his waist. He quickly unlooped his belt from his jeans.
鈥淛imin, what鈥攐h.鈥
He pulled your wrists up to the bars in the headboard and glanced at your face. 鈥淭his okay? Use your words.鈥
Your cheeks were red when you nodded. 鈥淵es. Yeah, it鈥檚 okay.鈥
鈥淕ood.鈥 He looped his belt through the bars and, binding your wrists together, tightened the buckle. 鈥淭his good?鈥
You nodded.
He quickly dipped his head to nip at your collarbone. 鈥淲ords.鈥
鈥淵鈥攜es, yes, Jimin. This is 鈥 it鈥檚 good,鈥 you brokenly breathed.聽
Jimin nodded his approval, patting your cheek affectionately.
Then he descended your body and got to work on your breasts, weighing them in his palms as his thumb flicked both their tips. Your body twitched beneath him, little whimpers egging him on, you looking at him with your sultry gaze. He moved a hand to close his forefinger and thumb over a nipple, tugging the flesh and giving it a jerk. Your breast jiggled, and you both groaned in unison.
鈥淟ook at you, sweetheart, God,鈥 Jimin groaned, one hand mapping the surface of your abdomen to rest below your navel. He tugged at your nipple with his other hand, again. 鈥淭hese are pure sin.鈥
His mouth closed over the other nipple.
鈥淛imin鈥攁h鈥︹澛
Jimin hummed contently, swirling his tongue around the nipple before dragging his lips off of it. He immediately moved on to the other side, bringing his other hand back up to cup over your breast. He squeezed at the soft flesh while his teeth grazed against the sensitive tip, and you mewled beneath him.
He had his mouth wrapped around the gorgeous, perky nipples he鈥檇 seen in your picture, yesterday, and wanted to taste. Life really didn't get better than this, did it?
He looked up at your face to find your lip locked between your teeth and eyes screwed shut. He bit down, sinking his teeth into the supple flesh of your tit.
Your eyes sprang open with a gasp, neck immediately craning to look at him.聽
He met your gaze with a wink, lapping at your skin with his tongue.聽
鈥淐him鈥︹
Your moan was loud and deep, vibrating through your chest to his mouth. Jimin suckled hungrily, hands grabbing at you greedily.
When he finally pulled away, he鈥檇 left a huge, blooming red mark on you and it was rapidly changing colors to turn purple. Jimin pressed a kiss against it.
His hands made their way down to the string of the waistband of your thong, index finger twisting the fabric.聽
鈥淭his little piece of lace,鈥 he mocked. 鈥淲hat good does it do, anyway?鈥
Your cheeks were flaming when he met your eyes. 鈥淚鈥︹
鈥淚t鈥檚 so fragile,鈥 Jimin whispered in a breathless urgency, moving to plant a kiss in the middle of said piece of clothing, over the wet patch he could clearly spot. 鈥淏et I could tear it off with a single finger.鈥
He heard your breath hitch as he gave the waistband another twist, wrapping it over the knuckle of his index finger now. He tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes ravenously drinking up the sight of you peeking past the tiny triangle of your thong.聽
And then he snapped the damn thing, tearing it into two and pulling it off your body.
鈥淐him!鈥 your gasp was instant, back arching in an attempt to rise but you were held back by your tied hands.
鈥淵es, sweetheart?鈥 he mumbled, but he wasn鈥檛 actually in a condition to listen to you, right now.
Not when he had you spread out, pink and swollen and pretty in front of him. He dropped the cloth off to the side, bringing in both his palms to part your legs even further.聽
And your thighs. These fucking thighs with all their plumpness and the jiggle in them when you walked around in booty shorts, ugh.
鈥淒鈥檡ou know how crazy you鈥檝e driven me with these?鈥澛
He massaged the inside of your thighs and your body gyrated, hips shifting with your gasps.
鈥淚 was walking around with permanent boners because the sight of your legs drove me insane. All I could think about was wrapping these around my waist,鈥 he husked, depraved eyes running over the smooth skin of your thighs before his palms followed, tracing a path from the underside of your knee, up to your hips, 鈥渁nd fucking you against the nearest wall.鈥
鈥淛imin,鈥 you stuttered, eyes looking at him in what looked like wonder, your breathing seemingly ceased.聽
Well, he would give you a reason to breathe. Gasp. Scream his name.
He dragged his hands up to the juncture of your thighs, spread them, and trained his eyes at your center. His reserve completely gave out when he found you slick and sopping wet, with your arousal painting the tops of your thighs.聽
鈥淪o fucking messy,鈥 he gritted, teeth clenching tight, 鈥渁nd much more dirtier than my filthiest fantasies.鈥
Jimin reached out with two fingers, parting your folds to expose you fully to his sight.聽
鈥淎h, fuck. That鈥檚 鈥 that feels cold鈥︹ you whispered, wide eyes roving his face.
Jimin realised his rings had made contact with you. He sucked in a breath at the sight of your slick rubbing over his silver bands.
鈥淥h, baby,鈥 he purred, drowning in lust, mouth salivating. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e dripping everywhere, sweetheart, fuck. Look at you ruining my rings. So fucking pretty.鈥
His fingers slipped down your lips, brushing your clit and converging as they travelled lower yet. He watched with rapt attention, eyes wide and tongue resting against his upper teeth as his fingers slipped right into you, travelling deep into your gripping warmth.
A low sound left him just as you moaned out his name.
"All this for me, yeah?" He nipped at your thigh above your knee.
You nodded, your half lidded gaze on him. "All for you. Just for you."
He sucked in a huge breath, grunting when his fingers scissored up to the spot he was looking for inside of you. He experimentally curled his fingers, eyes darting up to look at your face.聽
You jumped at the contact, eyes squeezing shut and jaw dropping open.聽
鈥淭here?鈥 He watched your contorted face with rapt attention.
鈥淯h huh,鈥 tumbled out of your mouth as you nodded frantically.
Having mercy on your mindless state, he let you get away without speaking up this one time. He wanted to touch you, taste you, consume you until you were sobbing in his arms. That, and he himself was too far gone to care, right now.聽
He released your thigh from his other hand, sitting up on the bed and spreading his own knees for some relief while his fingers moved in you. Unzipping his jeans with his free hand, he tugged the fabric off his crotch, sighing when the tightness released. Then he moved the hand to hold you by your waist, your leg folding up between your bodies.
Jimin licked his lips, hair falling in his eyes and gaze never leaving your fucked out face. He gripped your calf, unfolding it and tossing it over his shoulder. Your eyes opened, looking straight at him past a hazy curtain. He gave you a grin, moving his head to press an open mouthed kiss against your ankle, and you jerked against him, biting down on your lip and squeezing your eyes shut again.
鈥淪鈥攕o good, Jimin鈥︹澛
Jimin鈥檚 cheek ticked up in a smile, fingers moving in you faster.
You looked exquisite like this 鈥 spread in front of him like a platter, hands pulled up and tied off, breasts bouncing, back arching, hips moving to his rhythm, and pussy stuffed full with his fingers. He wanted to touch you, taste you, consume you until you were sobbing in his arms.
鈥淵ou look so delectable, I wanna fucking eat you up whole,鈥 he grunted, pressing his nose into your ankle to ground himself.
But it still wasn鈥檛 enough.
Drunk on your inebriating scent filling up the air between the two of you, Jimin lowered himself on the bed and launched himself onto you, tongue moving to lick at your clit.
鈥淥h m鈥擣uck! Jimin! Holy 鈥 shit!鈥澛
Egged on by your yelps, Jimin attached his open mouth to you, letting his lips meet your wetness while his tongue rolled over your clit. Your taste was heady 鈥 an aphrodisiac if there was ever one. He could get drunk on this.
And he intended to.
鈥淪o fucking delicious, baby,鈥 he spoke into you. 鈥淐ould eat you out forever, mm hmm.鈥
鈥淛imin, Jimin, oh my God, fuck, Ji~min,鈥 you chanted his name, tugging at your constraints and twisting your body every which way, but Jimin鈥檚 grip on your thigh held you in place.
He slurped at your leaking slit, pulling his fingers out of you to let his tongue take their place, massaging your entrance and dipping past it in small licks.
鈥淐him...please,鈥 you groaned, craning your neck as far as you could to look at his head of dark hair working between your legs. 鈥淢ore.鈥
But Jimin was unrelenting, not letting up with his mellow teasing as he licked, kissed and nipped at your cunt without delivering what he knew you needed. His fingers, slick with your arousal, moved to hold your hips down from moving too much, smearing your abdomen with your own wetness.
The thought of licking your essence off those sinful hips made him lose what remained of his senses, and Jimin dove full in. He had you at his mercy with your hands out of service and hips in his vice like grasp, and you were well aware of the power he held if your desperate pleas were anything to go by.
He hummed against your clit, teeth raking against the soft flesh and you convulsed above him, begging for a whole different reason now.聽
鈥淛imin! I鈥檓 close鈥 please, baby鈥︹
鈥淣ot yet, sweetness,鈥 Jimin murmured into you. 鈥淟et me have a proper taste first.鈥
He flattened his tongue over your slit, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, and you yelled out a garbled curse, thighs quivering in his grasp. Then he dipped his tongue in again, licking into your heat while his nose bumped into the hood of your clit. Your high pitched yells of his name were gradually losing coherence, making him grin against you in satisfaction.
He decided to bring his fingers back in, sliding two of them into you again and massaging the spot they met when he curled them, while his lips closed over your clit in a tight suction. Your body quivered above him, drawn out groans of some contorted form of his name escaping you and echoing in the space around you two.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare come until I tell you to,鈥 he spoke into you, voice coming out ragged and heavy and hungry.
Jimin furiously fucked you with his fingers, teeth coming in to play with your clit as he did, grunting at the squelching sounds it made. Your cunt seemed to be growing narrower by how hard you were clenching around him, he could tell you were getting closer. He uncurled his other hand from your thigh to rest on your abdomen, feeling the stickiness he鈥檇 left there before, and he gripped your waist to pull you further down onto his mouth and fingers. He messily ate you out, tongue licking every inch of your delicious softness and lips meshing into you before sucking at your clit, voraciously.
You whined aloud, and Jimin chuckled against you.
鈥淎ll good, baby?鈥 he hummed into you, and you broke into a litany of pleas.
鈥淛im...Jimin...I鈥檓 gom鈥攇onna 鈥 please, I鈥攗ngh, please lemme come, pleathe鈥︹
Jesus fucking Christ, he would lose his fucking mind.
He swore to himself, detaching his mouth from you long enough to rest the side of his head against your thigh and look at your face which was all screwed up in agony. He groaned at the sight, sponging a kiss to the inside of your thigh, fingers moving in you even more frenetically.聽
鈥淐ome for me, baby.鈥
He immediately returned to your core and pressed even closer into you, flicking his tongue over your clit once before swirling it around in tight circles.
鈥淐ome all over my tongue, pretty, lemme drink you up.鈥
Your channel gripped his fingers even harder and your moans grew in pitch. Jimin immediately wrapped his lips around your little nub to suck as hard as he could.
Your reaction was instant, a scream of his name ripping from your throat and the heel of your leg hooked over his shoulder digging into his shoulder blade as your body drew taut.
鈥淛i鈥攎in, fuck fuck fuck. Fuck! Fuck鈥攁h!鈥澛
Your walls fluttered around his fingers, squeezed so tight around them he wondered if he would even fit inside of you. But your juices had him forgetting about everything but your intoxicating taste, and he withdrew his fingers from you to seal his mouth over your entrance, lapping up every bit of your release.聽
"Mm hmm, so pretty, so delicious, baby鈥"
鈥淐him鈥 too much, ah鈥︹ your weak sob somehow penetrated the cloud of lust he was swimming in.
Very reluctantly, Jimin gave a single parting lick to your pussy, swiping his tongue from the very bottom to the very top, and moved to sit up between your spread legs. He brought his wet fingers up to his mouth, popping them in and licking off every trace of your heavenly taste from them.
He hadn鈥檛 realised when his eyes had closed in bliss, but your little gasp made him open them to meet yours.聽
鈥淵ou did so well, sweetheart,鈥 he praised, brushing a kiss on the top of your knee with his lips still soaked in your essence. He sat back on his haunches and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and chin, then. 鈥淎re you okay?鈥
Your gaze was heavy, lips red and parted as you stated at him. Then you scoffed a small laugh, lips pulling up in a聽 smile.聽
"I鈥檓 鈥 I鈥檓 more than okay, oh God. That was鈥 so fucking good, Chim, your mouth is鈥 fuck," you breathed out, still panting heavily. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e the sexiest man I鈥檝e ever seen in my life. What the fuck, Park?!鈥
Jimin scoffed. You were calling him sexy? Had you seen yourself? Your breasts were heaving enticingly, sweat dotting various parts of your body, and Jimin really just wanted to lick your entire body clean.聽
He brought a hand up to rake through his hair, abs and obliques flexing with his action. He noticed your eyes trace his torso. He grinned at you wickedly when you licked your lips.聽
鈥淪ee something you like?鈥
鈥淥h my God, Jimin, untie me,鈥 you moaned, taking him by surprise. 鈥淩ight now.鈥
He squinted at you. 鈥淲hat makes you think you鈥檙e in a position to give orders, here, sweetheart?鈥
"I really really need your cock in my mouth in the next ten seconds, or I might die," you announced with your wide eyes looking really serious and sort of panicked.
Jimin nearly swallowed his tongue, because damn did that filthy mouth of yours bypass his imagination. He had never been so hard in his life.
鈥淚s that right?鈥 He reined in his surprise and looked down his nose at you.
You squirmed under his gaze. 鈥淵es, Chim. Please?鈥
鈥淵ou could鈥檝e asked nicely to start with, sweetness," he chastised, even as he moved to close your legs and straddle your waist to work the buckle of the belt. 鈥淲hy run your mouth and risk being edged for an hour, hmm?"
Your movements froze for a moment, alarmed eyes connecting with his challenging ones. 鈥淧lease don鈥檛 do that.鈥
Jimin gave a hearty laugh. 鈥淎sk nicely, then.鈥
He sat back on your thighs, leaving the belt still twisted up in your hands despite the buckle being undone. Waiting.聽
He crossed his arms over his chest when you kept gaping at him. 鈥淕o on?鈥
You whined, turning your face to the side. 鈥淐ome on, Jiminie, untie me! You deserve to have your soul sucked out of your cock, baby, please don鈥檛 deprive me. Please?鈥
His eyebrows shot up at your unexpected surrender. He鈥檇 expected you to protest more. Did you really want him in your mouth that bad? Oh, God.
鈥淎re you trying to make me come in pants like a fucking teenager, what the hell?鈥
You pouted at him, eyes shining with mischief. 鈥淪omeone said something about choking me with his cock. I鈥檓 just trying to get you to fulfill your promises, Park.鈥
Jimin smirked at you, lips parting and teeth peeking. He moved on top of you, nipping at the peak of your breast, the edge of your jaw, your earlobe 鈥 before feathering his lips over your ear. 鈥淚 could do that with your hands tied, too, pretty,鈥 he breathed. 鈥淪ay the word.鈥
You choked on an inhale, chest frozen under him while he chuckled at you and sat back up.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e sinful, Park Jimin,鈥 you muttered, eyes shuttering in a playful glare.
Jimin tugged his belt off your hands and the bed frame, softly massaging your wrists while he slowly brought your arms down to rest on your abdomen.
鈥淟ooked in a mirror lately, Miss?鈥 He raised an eyebrow, pulling your hands up to plant a soft kiss on the reddened skin of both your wrists.聽
You bashfully ducked your head, rising to sit up with his help.
He slid back on the bed, slowly widening his stance to accomodate you between his legs. He wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you to him while he feathered the fingertips of the other hand over your thighs.聽
Your hand came up to cup his jaw, eyes gazing at him with unabashed lust and what seemed like a little bit of admiration. He smirked in response, tilting his head to accept you when you leant forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He immediately moaned into your mouth as you took command, massaging his lips with yours. Your other hand travelled to the back of his head, gripping his hair as you moved his head in accordance to you. Your tongue didn鈥檛 waste time in coming out to trace his lips, and he relinquished all control when you slid forward to straddle his lap with a deep groan.聽
He maneuvered the two of you around without breaking the kiss, and sat back against your headboard. He helped you wrap both your legs around his waist, one hand reaching up to massage your scalp while the other traveled down to palm your ass.
You fell against his chest, both palms landing on his body, and instead of gripping onto him to steady yourself the way he鈥檇 expected you to, your hands started to wander. One of them reached up to trace his pectoral muscles, fingers brushing his fevered skin until your thumb suddenly flicked against his nipple, making him grunt into your kiss.
Your lips formed a smirk, your other hand sliding down his abdomen to curve over the front of his jeans. Jimin nipped at your upper lip when you drew his bottom one into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue.聽
Your palm curled over him above his boxers. Blood hummed in his veins, making him cry out into your mouth.
Jimin pulled away from the kiss, canting his head back onto the headboard to catch his breath. You did the same with your head rolling over your shoulder, provocative eyes looking at him like a predator鈥檚 while your fist tightened over his length.聽
鈥淩eady for the best suck of your life, Mister Park?鈥 Your voice was breathy, borderline desperate, but your eyes held a spark of defiance.
Jimin bit his lip, very well aware of the jump in his cock at the address. He couldn鈥檛 believe how easily you changed forms from being a writhing, submitting mess underneath him to straight up messing with him.聽
He loved it.
When your eyes left his cut, muscled V-line, you winked at him and crawled backward on the bed, getting off his lap.聽
Jimin gave you a wolfish grin in return. 鈥淗it me with your best shot, Miss,鈥 he teased.
And you did.
Your hands immediately busied themselves in wrestling his underwear past his ass. He lifted himself up from the mattress to aid you in the process as you tugged at his jeans, tearing the piece of clothing down his legs as if it had personally offended you.
Jimin watched you in amusement while you hurriedly freed his legs off the jeans and then his boxers. His cock was rock hard, slapping his abdomen when it sprang free from the confines of his underwear. His tip was red, begging for attention, and it took everything in him to not grip himself and give a few satiating strokes. He had been doing that for months. Now that he had you sitting in front him, buck naked and eyeing his cock with yearning in your gaze, he wouldn鈥檛 miss any fraction of an opportunity to have your hands on him.
He gave a small chuckle when you grumbled between your struggles of freeing his ankles from his skinny jeans.
But then all humor was knocked out of him.聽
You didn鈥檛 wait for a single second, not even pausing to breathe before wrapping a palm around him and descending over him with your mouth open wide and wet. Your lips wrapped around his tip and you gave his cock a loud, wet, slurpy suction before licking off the precum slathered around the slit.
Jimin鈥檚 hips bucked off the bed, hands scrambling to find purchase in your hair and the bedsheets. 鈥淗oly shit, babe!鈥
You looked at him through your lashes, all sultry and luscious, and dipped your chest further down towards the bed.
Jimin slowly followed the lithe line of your spine, all the way up to鈥
鈥淔uck鈥︹
Your ass was raised up as you knelt between his legs and your mouth-watering hips fell in his direct line of sight. The navy blue and black butterfly moved in tandem with your head, taunting him.
This was quite possibly the most erotic sight he鈥檇 ever seen in his entire life. Better than his imagination.
While he was still recovering from the visual of his dreams, you removed your hand from his cock, and using your tongue to spread his precum and your spit all over him, you opened your mouth to take him all in.
A choked cough escaped him when his tip hit the back of your throat.聽
鈥淲hat鈥攕weetheart, I鈥攆uck,鈥 he brokenly stuttered, confused between pleasure and concern, the hand in your hair trying to pull you off him. 鈥淎re you鈥攁h, are you okay, babe?鈥
You moved your hand to squeeze at his thigh, and Jimin relaxed. You鈥檇 caught him off guard and so he wasn鈥檛 aware of how prepared you were. It would kill him if he accidentally hurt you.聽
But going by the way your lips were moving over his cock in a tight vacuum seal, you鈥檇 been more than prepared for him.
Your mouth bobbed up and down in quick, shallow strokes. Not every stroke hit the back of your throat, but you had your tongue flattened over the underside of him and were licking at the really sensitive vein that ran beneath his skin with your every move. Jimin dragged his other hand through the bed, abdominal muscles flexing and twitching with every jerk of your head.
鈥淔uck, baby, that鈥檚 so good. So warm, shit鈥斺
He peeled open his involuntarily shut eyes with effort, looking down at the lewd sight of you.
Your cheeks were hollowed, and lips progressively growing a darker shade of red. Jimin belatedly recalled the lipstick you鈥檇 worn. Pride swelled in his chest on realising he鈥檇 probably wiped it all off with his own mouth.
鈥淟ook at you, fuck,鈥 he grunted, chest heaving with short, quick breaths. 鈥淪o fucking filthy. D鈥檡ou know how often I have imagined this?鈥
The carnal sight of your lips stretching wide over him was nearly too much to handle. He sat up from his recline, one hand tightening in your hair and the other reaching across the span of your body to grope at your hips, squeezing the delicious flesh there before moving lower to give your plump ass a smack.
Your responding groan vibrated through his cock, and Jimin threw his head back with a muffled whine. 鈥淪hit, shit, shit鈥斺
Your mouth slipped off him, hand coming to grip around his length. You swirled your tongue over his tip, rubbing it back and forth when his hips bucked, while your hand maintained a steady rhythm over the rest of him.
Jimin wheezed in heavy breaths, pulling his hand off your hip to shove his hair back from his sweaty forehead.聽
His grip on your hair tightened. 鈥淲hat a dirty fucking girl鈥 fuck鈥 you look so good like this, baby.鈥
You looked up at him through your lashes at his praise, and he nearly fucking came. Oh God, you were so sexy.
But you recognised the delirious look in his eyes because you removed your hand from his thigh to grab his free hand and put it in your hair. Jimin swallowed a gasp. How were you able to ignite every single nerve ending of his with every little action of yours?
Jimin combed the fingers of both his hands through your hair, twisting it into a makeshift ponytail and held that in one hand. He tapped at your cheek with the other. 鈥淧at my thigh when you need to tap out, okay? Don鈥檛 go over your limit.鈥
You nodded around a mouthful of his cock, and Jimin really fucking lost it for a second there. Remembering himself, he gathered his bearings, and tugged at your hair. You detached your mouth with a gasping whine, a thread of his precum hanging off your swollen lower lip and connecting to his dick.
He moaned at the sight, thumb moving to swipe against your lip. You caught it in your mouth, flicking your tongue against it the way you did on his dick, and Jimin鈥檚 breath caught.
You were nearly too much to handle. Nearly.
鈥淪peak up, pretty,鈥 he grunted, roughly pulling his thumb off you, replacing his hand to hold your chin.
You blinked at him with big, muddled eyes. 鈥淵es.鈥
鈥淵es what?鈥 he implored. 鈥淭ell me you understand.鈥
鈥淵es, I understand.鈥 You licked your lips, eyes falling back to his length. 鈥淲on鈥檛 go over my limit. Just鈥 fuck, Jimin, fuck my throat. Please. Need you, wanna feel you.鈥
Jimin didn鈥檛 need another summoning. Swearing under his breath, he gripped your face with both his hands and raised himself to his knees. You got to your hands and knees before him, cheek nudging his slit.
Your eyes were nearly glazed over, and if Jimin sat back to ponder the fact that you looked so freaking intoxicated by the prospect of having him fuck your mouth, this would be over way too soon. He breathed in deeply, instead, raking his eyes over your prone form and reminding himself of the thorough fucking you deserved for being so fucking unbelieavably receptive.
Tucking his lower lip between his teeth, Jimin directed your mouth towards his cock with a hand, sliding himself in with a grip on your hair, and your lax throat took him right in.
鈥淥h my God, fuck!鈥
Any and all thoughts left his brain 鈥 the feeling of your throat constricting around him the only thing in his world.
鈥淵ou feel so incredible, baby, fuck鈥斺
He wanted to hold back, really truly did, but the way you were suppressing your gag reflex and presenting yourself to him with such abandon had him going feral. With a muted growl, Jimin pulled himself out, tapping his tip against your deep red lips before driving deep again.
Your throat convulsed on him, teasing eyes telling him you鈥檇 done it on purpose, and he sputtered, mouth salivating and eyes rolling back.
鈥淵ou dirty fucking minx,鈥 he hissed, tugging at your hair to get your eyes back on his. 鈥淚f you lose your voice because I fucked your mouth too hard, you鈥檒l only have yourself to blame.鈥
And then he was wild, ravenous, untamed 鈥 holding your face still as he rammed his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your scattered moans around him were making him lose his mind. He had no clue how long he would last like this, but he could not restrain himself.
He鈥檇 always had lengthy plans for you, if ever got you under him. All his fantasies comprised him tasting every single, supple inch of your body, bringing you so much pleasure that you passed out from his mouth alone and he had to wake you up to fuck you. But right now, it seemed like he was gonna nut down your throat and pass out himself before he got to dick you down.
That thought, and that thought alone, was what helped him grip onto his slipping control.
Slowing his tempo for a moment, Jimin clenched his abdomen, reeling his spiralling restraint back in before he thrust again, repeatedly meeting the back of your throat. Your mouth was so warm, oh God.
He could feel sweat accumulating over his brow, running down his back, gathering over his abs from exertion.
鈥淪o good to me, so fucking pretty,鈥 he heaved between heavy breaths, feeling hs balls tighten when you hummed in response.
Three more thrusts and then Jimin paused, pulling your head away from him.
鈥淓nough! Fuck, I don鈥檛 wanna come before I get inside of you.鈥
Your slacked jaw came off him, pupils completely blown out, no trace of your irises visible at first glance. Jimin sank back on his haunches, jerking you up to kneel with him.
Your eyes still hadn鈥檛 connected to his, chasing his length until your face started to descend again.
Your reddened lips, watery eyes and all the spit and precum dribbling down your chin was already too erotic of a sight for Jimin to resist. But the second he saw you trying to get your mouth back on his dick, he lost all semblances of lucidity.
鈥淔ucking hell, come here, you鈥斺
Jimin grabbed your whole face in his hands and closed his open mouth over your delicate lips. He tasted traces of himself on your tongue, salty and wholly unpleasant, but the obscene sight he just saw was painted on the back of his eyelids and he growled low in his throat before sucking on your lips harder.
He let go of you when your hand tapped against his chest.聽
鈥淣eed to鈥 breathe鈥︹
Jimin chuckled, letting go of you. 鈥淵ou okay, pretty?鈥
Your eyes were shut, palms resting on his thighs as your chest heaved. You swiped your hair over your shoulder, nodding.聽
Your eyes opened to connect straight with his, your palms moving up his thighs. 鈥淚 wanna ride you.鈥 You licked your lips when he raised an eyebrow. 鈥淧lease? Will you 鈥 will you let me ride you?鈥
Jimin swallowed, breath faltering. What a fucking sex goddess. And how good at learning and retaining instructions.
Inwardly, he wanted to moan out a depraved agreement and let you ride him into eternity, because God knew he would spontaneously combust if he wasn鈥檛 inside of you soon. But he also needed to pound you into your bed really bad. So on the outside, he looked at you with his head tilted back and thighs spread, deciding to entertain you for a while.
Taking in his inviting stance, you didn鈥檛 waste time climbing into his lap. He licked a path up the soft, delicious skin of your throat while you wound your arms around his shoulders. His palms flattened over your thighs, fingers digging into your delectable flesh.
鈥淭hese thighs have been ruining my nights ever since I saw them,鈥 he breathed into your neck, lips ghosting over the side of it. 鈥淐ouldn鈥檛 sleep because the thoughts of having them wrap around my waist won鈥檛 fucking leave me.鈥
He relished the tremble that overcame your body, and moved his hand to palm your ass. His gaze dropped to your hips where multiple red spots had started to bloom as a result of his feasting. God, he needed a picture of this.
鈥淎nd these hips.鈥 He hissed out a breath. 鈥淟ook at how pretty they look all marked up.鈥
Said hips undulated over his thigh, coating his skin with your arousal. Your own thigh made contact with his stiff length and he groaned. Jimin ground his teeth together, hips jerking upwards to engage in more friction.
A loud moan left you, head rolling back over your shoulders. Jimin didn鈥檛 waste a single second before catching one of your nipples in his mouth, grip tightening on your thighs. Your moan bled out into a breathy whimper, and Jimin sucked harder, pulling you down on himself harsher.
鈥淪top,鈥 you breathed out, a shaky hand coming up to rest over his chest. 鈥淕et鈥攇et inside me already, God, please, Jimin! I need you in me so bad.鈥
Jimin pulled you up in a flash, teeth nibbling his own lower lip as he nudged your nose with his own. Staring deep into your eyes that were thickly layered with arousal, he slowly shook his head. Your eyebrows dipped in confusion. He licked at your lower lip, holding you tighter when you shivered.
鈥淵ou can have your fun riding me, later, sweetness,鈥 he told you, voice coming out breathless and scratchy. 鈥淩ight now, I really need to fuck you into this bed, really hard.鈥
He winked at your dropped jaw before grasping you by your waist and flipping the two of you over. He absorbed your gasp of surprise in his mouth, taking you into a bruising kiss. His hands moved to clutch at you, one at the waist and the other gripping your thigh as he situated himself between your legs. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, grabbing your tit when your back arched up to him.
His length was hard and angry and even a feathery brush against your thigh had him groaning into your mouth.
Separating from your ambrosiac lips, he brought a hand up to cup your face. 鈥淐ondoms. D鈥檡ou have condoms, sweetheart?鈥
You blinked up at him, nodding as you pointed to your right.聽
鈥淪till no words, huh?鈥 Jimin mumbled in admonition even as he turned his head to follow the general direction to your nightstand.聽
Immediately leaning over, he pulled at the drawer and reached in. His fingers brushed against a couple of tiny packages, and he plucked one out.
鈥淗andy, huh,鈥 he remarked, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you, relishing the way your cheeks pinked.
He dropped the packet on your chest.聽
鈥淗elp me?鈥
He smirked when you gulped, running a finger down the line of your throat, all the way down to your sternum, in the middle of the soft mounds of your breasts.
Looking into his eyes, you took the packet up to your lips and bit into a corner. Jimin sucked in a sharp breath when you tore it open with your teeth, the harsh foil pressing into your lips and skewing them crudely.
You rolled the condom on him with smooth swipes of your fingers over his length, and Jimin held back a shudder when you pumped him twice after you were done.
鈥淭here,鈥 you breathed, breath audibly hitching when Jimin pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
His eyes connected with yours, one hand wrapping around your right thigh to tug it over his waist, and the other brushing over your center. He hissed when his fingers came in contact with your slick.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e soaking wet, pretty baby.鈥 His voice came out hoarse and lower than his usual pitch.
He dipped his fingers in to ensure you really were properly aroused, and he had to bite back a groan when you clenched over his digits.
鈥淪uch a greedy baby. Gripping my fingers even when she鈥檚 about to get my dick,鈥 he sneered, pulling his finger out harshly and rubbing your wetness over his length. 鈥淟ook at me when I fuck you, okay?鈥
鈥淵鈥攅s, okay.鈥 You bit your lip, shaking underneath him. 鈥淣eed you, Jimin. So so bad. Please 鈥 just, plea鈥攐h!鈥
You cut off in a gasp when Jimin aligned himself with your entrance, pushing into you slowly. He looked up to find your eyes shut.
鈥淚 asked you to look at me!鈥 he growled, glaring at you when your eyes opened. 鈥淓yes. On me. The entire time. Understand?鈥
You dumbly nodded, and he brought up his hand wet with your arousal to grip at your jaw.聽
鈥淗ow many times,鈥 he hissed, 鈥渄o I have to remind you to speak the fuck up?鈥
With that, he slid into you in one strong, smooth motion, bottoming out through your slippery channel. You both groaned together, and Jimin鈥檚 head fell onto your clavicle. He drew his hips back and thrust back in, shallowly.聽
鈥淕od, you fit me like a fucking glove, baby.鈥
Pressing kisses into your collarbones, he bit down when you still just moaned in response.
鈥淚 still don鈥檛 hear your words,鈥 he grunted against your throat.
And yet, all he got from you were little gasps, in time with his slowly moving hips. The hand supporting your thigh separated from your skin, only to reconnect with a resounding slap.
鈥淪peak up.鈥
You jumped, moaning with your mouth open. 鈥淚鈥擨鈥檓 sorry 鈥 fuck 鈥 I鈥檓 sorry, Jimin, it just feels so good, baby鈥攁h! I鈥 I under鈥攁h! I understand! I鈥檒l look at you鈥︹
He lifted himself up on his forearms to check whether you really did, and hummed in satisfaction to find your eyes on him.聽
鈥淣ow, was that so difficult?鈥
He rose to his knees, cradling both your legs around his waist as he drew back and thrust in again. Your warmth enveloped him so well, he had to clamp up all his muscles to maintain his composure.
鈥淗ow are you so fucking tight, sweetheart, fuck. Squeezing me so fucking good when I just fucked you open with my fingers,鈥 he groaned, driving his hips against yours.
Your heavenly thighs framing him was literally a dream come true and he found himself groaning at the sight of your flesh pressed up against his. Your breasts swayed in time with his thrusts, tempting him to take them into his mouth. So he did, prompting you to lock your ankles at the small of his back as he grabbed at your tits.聽
A lewd moan tore through your chest. 鈥淔uck! Yes!鈥
Jimin picked up pace, gleaming eyes stuck on the tantalizing way your soft flesh bulges through his fingers.
"What a fucking sight, baby, fuck."
He removed one hand to press it down over your chest, looking into your barely open eyes. He snapped his hips against yours harder, grinding them when he was balls deep, and you stuttered out a broken rendition of his name.
Jimin's gaze went up to your arms that you'd crossed above your head, away and out of the way.聽
"What an obedient little baby, ugh," he grunted, leaning over you to lock an appreciative palm over your wrists. "Definitely deserving of a reward for this."
Your breathing grew heavier, gasps melting into little whines at the end.
Jimin licked at your nipple with the flat of his tongue, rolling it over the areola before moving up to suck bruises into your neck.聽
"Jimin, I鈥攁h! Tha鈥搕hank you!" you sobbed.
He hadn't really been expecting you to respond this time, given how delirious you looked, but appreciated it all the same. Appreciated it way too much, in fact because he felt himself throb inside of you.
The hand he鈥檇 pressed down on your chest slipped over your collarbones, moving up. It wrapped around the base of your neck, his fingers and thumb pressing into either side as he squeezed a little. Your eyes widened, slowly, irises thinning even further with more arousal bleeding into your orbs.
鈥淵ou like that?鈥 he rasped, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and grinding his pelvis against your clit.
Your lashes nearly fluttered, but you fought against shutting your eyes and never broke eye contact. 鈥淵鈥搚es, Jimin, it鈥檚 s鈥搒鈥搒o goo鈥斺
You sputtered into a muted groan under the suddenly increased pressure of Jimin鈥檚 fingers. He gripped your thigh firmly with his other hand, pushing it up against your chest and leaning over you to pound into you at a deeper angle.
Your eyes rolled back into your head, hands gripping onto the headboard. 鈥淛i鈥攎in, fuck, fuck, fff鈥攗ngh!鈥
Jimin鈥檚 hand tightened over your throat, now cutting off some of your air supply and speech abilities. Your muted groans, incoherent yells, his own breathy pants and the wet, smacking sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your room.聽
He reached up to grip at the headrest, hand closing over one of your own, and fucked you harder, shaking the bed dangerously under the two of you. Your entire body shifted against the mattress with the force of his thrusts, your little shrieks and yelps coordinating with his movements.聽
Your gaze was completely unfocussed. Jimin could tell you weren鈥檛 actually looking at him even when your eyes stayed on his face. But he was looking at you. Oh, God, he was definitely looking. And saving every single inch of your gloriously fucked out self to his memory to revisit for the rest of his fucking life. He wished he could save the way you felt around him to his memory, too, because God knew he鈥檇 never felt anything like this before.
He told you as much, grips tightening over your hand around the headboard bar and your throat. You eagerly nodded back, whether in reciprocation to his sentiment or to egg him on, he didn鈥檛 know. But he went harder all the same, pulling your other leg over his shoulder, too.
鈥淢in!鈥 you suddenly gasped nearly unintelligibly. His eyebrows furrowed. 鈥淚鈥揑鈥檓鈥斺
鈥淎re you close, pretty?鈥 Jimin asked, dropping a wet kiss against your lips when you nodded. 鈥淵ou wanna come, sweetheart?鈥
You eagerly nodded again, trying to say something else but making zero sense. Jimin choked you harder, making it impossible for you to even try to speak.
His eyes dropped to the place you were joined at, and he watched, transfixed, as your sopping cunt repeatedly swallowed his length. He groaned. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e taking me so amazingly, baby, fuck. This tiny pussy spreads so well for me鈥︹
He let go of your throat to reach between your bodies to place his thumb on your clit, a giggle escaping him when it slipped.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so fucking wet, baby, shit. Can鈥檛 even touch you properly鈥︹
He brought his index finger together with his thumb to pinch at your clit.
鈥淎hhh! Fu~ck! Jimin!鈥
He smirked at your rough yelps, immediately grumbling a curse when you clenched around him. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e so responsive, baby, shit. What an amazing girl. So good to me.鈥
Your eyelids fluttered at his praise, hips moving against him to meet him thrust for thrust.
鈥淏鈥揵aby鈥攕o close鈥斺澛
鈥淵eah? You gonna come for me, sweetheart?鈥
You nodded, eyes slitted, but still fixed on him. 鈥淵e鈥搚e鈥攏gh鈥攜es鈥斺
鈥淵ou鈥檙e such a good girl, pretty,鈥 he cooed, letting go of the headboard to grab one of your thighs for leverage, hips pistoning into you at an unforgivable pace. 鈥淒eserve to be,鈥 he panted, 鈥渇ucked so good, you鈥斺 he broke off, catching his breath 鈥溾攜ou pass out, sweet baby鈥︹
A high pitched moan tore through your chest, knuckles turning white in your tight grip at the headboard, and Jimin massaged your clit with two fingers.聽
鈥淐ome for me, baby. Squeeze my cock, cream all over it, fuck, come on, pretty,鈥 he grumbled, biting his lip at the visual, and ran his nose along the line of your throat.
Your breath was coming in gasps and hiccups and Jimin could feel you gripping his length harder. He breathed out against your neck, flicking his tongue out to taste you before rising up again to look into your feverish eyes. Your nose flared with every broken inhale and breasts pushed up against his chest with every frantic jolt of your body against the headboard.
Jimin could die like this with zero complaints.
鈥淥h鈥攐h, I鈥檓 gonna鈥擟him, baby, I鈥檓鈥揑鈥檓 gonna come, I鈥斺澛
Your eyes finally broke contact with him, abruptly clenching shut. Your back arched and body froze for a second, and then your walls clenched him so fucking tight and you鈥
鈥淛imin, holy fu~ck-k-k-k!鈥澛
鈥淪hit shit, you鈥檙e so tight, baby, you鈥檒l make me鈥斺
Your pussy spasmed around him, tightening like a vice before easing until it tightened again, and it was all Jimin could do to not profess his undying love to your cunt.
You screamed, stuttering through your words, barely even sounding like yourself, and Jimin continued to furiously drive his cock into you, his tip meeting a spot deep within you and pulling him closer and closer to his own release. Jimin watched with a gaping mouth as you fell back against the bed, his restraint fully undone.
Your eyes opened to meet his own, and arms lowered from their position. Jimin let your thighs off his shoulders, to wrap them around his waist. You hummed, face relaxed and limbs loose. Jimin dipped his head to devour your lips, letting go with a resounding smack when breathing became a trouble.
鈥淐an I touch you?鈥 you then murmured, voice hoarse and worn out, and he felt himself throb a little harder at the knowledge that he鈥檇 done this to you.
鈥淵es鈥攁h, fuck鈥攜es, sweetheart. Yes, you can touch me."
You shakily lowered your palms to his pectoral muscles, and Jimin hissed at the touch of your cold hands against his heated flesh. Your fingers fluttered over his nipples, the softness you eluded in contrast with the ruthless pace he was going at inside you. Jimin grunted when you scraped a nail over one of them. Then you suddenly pinched both of them between your finger and thumb and twisted at the same time, and a groan of pleasure was pulled out of him in between his gasps of exertion.
You were exhausted, though, and so your hands quickly left his chest to wrap around his torso, arms looping beneath his upper arms to grab onto his shoulders. Your lashes fluttered up at him, parted lips shiny with spit now quirking in an open mouthed smirk just as you dug your nails in, and fucking raked them down his back.
"Fu~ck, oh my God!" Jimin gasped loudly, eyes widening at your mischievous expressions.
He was gonna fucking explode without preamble. Letting you touch him was a bad idea.
One of your hands situated itself on the small of his back and the other reached up to wrap around the base of his neck. All your nails scratched at his damp skin, your eyes sparkling when Jimin鈥檚 hips faltered in their movement in response.
鈥淵ou like that, baby?鈥 you whispered in a husk, ankles locking behind his back to pull him further in, and Jimin toppled on top of you with an oomph, chest meshing into your breasts and face falling onto the bed, next to yours.
He growled, scowling when your giggles trickled into his ear.
"You fucking tease, you鈥檙e鈥"
He pulled out of you, and dropping both your legs off his waist, gripped your hands in one of his to tug them up. Grabbing you by your waist, he rose to his knees again and flipped you over beneath him, your yelp of surprise muffled by the pillow your face sank in.
He let go of your hands and waist, sat back on his haunches, and placed both his palms on the gorgeously delicious flare of your hips to drag your ass up. In a second, he slid home, hitting you even deeper at this angle.
The two of you moaned, and Jimin gripped your hips tight to begin a brutal pace, pounding into your weeping cunt with renewed vigour.聽
"Jimin! Fuck!鈥
Your shout was followed by you stumbling to rise on your palms, failing and landing on your elbows. He laughed menacingly, smirking at your breathless moans.聽
鈥淵es, pretty, hold yourself up like that. My pretty girl鈥 So hardworking, so good. Yeah.鈥
鈥淵es鈥 yes, oh my God, Jimin鈥攊e,鈥 you moaned, turning your face to the side so that he could see your gaping mouth, 鈥渓ove it, baby鈥斺
"Yeah, baby," he panted, feeling himself lose coherence at the overwhelming carnality of this position, "I love it, too."
And he did.
The erotic sight before him was straight out of his wildest fantasies.聽
Your hips, those delicious hips he'd fallen in love with, unknowingly, were held tight in his grasp. Your thighs framed his own, meeting him with lewd slaps with every thrust. The butterfly tattoo between the dimples above your ass seemed to flap its wings with every roll of your ass over his dick, and Jimin had to bite back a moan at the sight of your ass cheeks jiggling with the same motion.
He delivered a smack on one, palming the tender flesh immediately. You shouted his name, head stretched far back and back arching.
Jimin cursed under his breath, letting go of your ass to wind his arms around you. He gripped at your breast, rolling a nipple under his thumb until you mewled in protest, and then slid his palm down your stomach to run his fingers around your stuffed pussy.
鈥淕onna come for me again?鈥
You violently shook your head. 鈥淣o! No, Chim, I can鈥檛, I鈥檓鈥擨鈥檓 too sensiti鈥攁h!鈥
Jimin twirled a finger around your swollen clit, licking his lips. 鈥淵es, you can, pretty, and you will.鈥
His finger worked in rhythm with his cock, slipping over your sensitive nub just as his balls slapped against your pussy.
鈥淛imin, too much鈥︹ you groaned, elbows giving out.
鈥淪hh, just a little more. My pretty baby will give me another one.鈥
He wrapped an arm around your hips to hold you up, dipping to plant a kiss between your shoulder blades. Soon enough, your groans of protest were turning into gasps of pleasure. Jimin chuckled against your shoulder, licking a path up the back of your neck.
鈥淒oes it feel good now, baby?鈥
You nodded against your pillow. 鈥淪o good!鈥
Jimin fucked into you with renewed conviction, ignoring the cramping in his forearm as he rubbed your clit, this time chasing his own high that he could feel hovering close by.
And then your walls were fluttering around him for the second time just as you sobbed curses into your mattress. Jimin鈥檚 brain went haywire at the sensations, hand falling off your clit to grip at your shoulder, his chest pressing up against your back.
鈥淏aby,鈥 he groaned into your neck, 鈥淚鈥檓 gonna come.鈥
Your breath hitched, hips making some sorry efforts to push back against him, but the coil beneath his navel tightened all the same. Topped by the sensation of your still spasming cunt, Jimin鈥檚 head swam, eyes clenching shut as the coil grew taut with tension and then鈥斅
鈥淔uck fuck fuck, baby, fuuuu~ck鈥斺
The tension in his abdomen snapped, every single nerve ending in his body lighting up as he came, literally exploding with a shout of your name. Tremors overtook his body and his cock twitched, ropes of his release filling up the condom just as his brain blanked out, all sensations leaving him in the wake of the overwhelming ecstasy of his orgasm. White noise filling his ears, he collapsed on top of your body when his knees gave out.
Heavy breathing filled the room for extended minutes.
And then you coughed beneath him, an elbow nudging at his ribs.
鈥淐him鈥 heavy鈥 can鈥檛 breathe鈥︹
He floated back to the world of living with lazy blinks of his eyes, belatedly chuckling when your words registered in his brain. With a heavy sigh, he pulled his softening dick out of you and heaved himself off you to fall on his back on the bed, next to you. His hands still lifeless, he made an effort to roll the condom off himself and tie it up. He peered over the edge of the bed to look for a dustbin, extending an arm to toss the soiled condom in it when he spotted it under your bed.
Once he had comfortably situated himself back in his lying position, he gazed at your nearly lifeless form. You were still lying on your stomach with your head turned towards him, your eyes closed and mouth parted. Jimin could tell you weren鈥檛 asleep though, despite the soft rising and falling of your back.
The reality of the situation suddenly hit him like a truck.
He fucked you.
He fucked you 鈥 his crush of over a year, the muse of his every lustful pining, the lead actress of his every sexual fantasy, his roommate, and, as of late, also the other girl he had started to lust over.
He fucked you 鈥 and you let him. Enjoyed yourself quite a bit too, as far as he could tell.
He finally fulfilled his dream of over a year, holy shit, and it was so fucking good! Better than his expectations!
You suddenly cleared your throat, and Jimin blinked away his mental fistpump.
Your eyes were now open and trained on him. He couldn鈥檛 help his answering smirk, rolling onto his side to face you, a hand coming up to rest on the curve of your hips that he had finally had the opportunity to claim. Your cheeks reddened at his action, and his smirk widened a bit.
鈥淪o鈥︹ he began, biting down on his bottom lip.
鈥淪o鈥?鈥
He laughed at how awkward you were being.
鈥淪o that was fucking fantastic, sweetheart, you鈥檙e a sex goddess,鈥 he finished with a roll of his eyes, still chuckling when you scrunched your nose up.
鈥淚t most certainly was, Chim,鈥 you mumbled, humming with a smile.聽
You slowly turned over your side, too, to face him properly. His eyes automatically fell to the globes of your breasts, his smile turning sheepish when you flicked his forehead.聽
鈥淎nd you鈥檙e a sex god yourself, if we鈥檙e really gonna get into it.鈥
Jimin just smiled at you, too sated and comfortable to stir up anymore conversation, content by just watching the post-orgasmic flush on your face.
You cleared your throat again, gazing away from him. Jimin laughed.聽
鈥淵ou can look at me, I don鈥檛 mind.鈥
You snorted. 鈥淥f course you don鈥檛, you cocky bastard.鈥
Jimin quirked an eyebrow when you met his eyes again. 鈥淲ell, I sure am cocky, ain鈥檛 I?鈥
You gasped in outrage, smacking a palm against his chest which he caught in his own to hold in place. Your face turned serious, gaze dropping to his lips, and he sidled closer to you to brush his nose against yours.聽
鈥淐him,鈥 you breathed, rubbing your lips against his, and he responded with a stuttered hum. 鈥淐an we鈥 um. Are we gonna do this again?鈥
He reared away from you in surprise. 鈥淯h鈥︹
Your face fell, eyebrows furrowing, and you sat up, turning away from him. 鈥淚鈥擨 was just, um鈥 offering? I guess? We totally don鈥檛 have to, I鈥斺
Jimiin cut you off with an arm curled around your abdomen. 鈥淐ome here, you idiot.鈥
You turned to look at him with wide eyes, and he sat up to face you, sliding close enough to press his chest against your side, consciously not letting his eyes stray beneath your face.聽
鈥淚 was taken aback because I assumed that this would be a regular thing, by default, babe,鈥 he honestly confessed. 鈥淚 mean, I'm gonna admit鈥 I鈥檝e slept around a lot. More than I should鈥檝e, probably. But the fire you light in me? Yeah, I鈥檝e never felt that before. And now that I have felt it up close, I wanna feel more of it.鈥
You were shyly biting down on your bottom lip by the time he finished talking, and Jimin couldn鈥檛 fathom how you changed into this irresistibly demure girl under his praise when you were a sassy, sexually over-expressive individual on the normal. Not to say he minded, because he liked it. A lot.
鈥淎nd I鈥檝e kinda wanted to do this with you for a while now, please don鈥檛 kill me,鈥 he admitted in a single breath, looking at you with apprehension until your wide eyes reassured him that you weren鈥檛 offended.
鈥淚 kinda figured that one out already. You talked about having imagined a lot,鈥 you reminded him, and he gave you an unabashed shrug, somewhat surprised you鈥檇 retained his passionate confessions.
But then you had him freezing.
鈥淎nd you鈥檙e good, Park. I鈥檇 be a hypocrite to kill you when it鈥檚 been kinda the same for me,鈥 you said with a casual shrug of your shoulders. 鈥淢inus, of course, the sleeping around more than I shou鈥斺
鈥淲ait, wait 鈥 what?鈥
You blinked. 鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淵ou said it鈥檚 the same for you鈥攚hat?鈥澛犅
You squinted at him, huffing out a small, incredulous chuckle. 鈥淵ou seriously don鈥檛 have a clue, do you?鈥
Jimin squinted back. 鈥淐lue? About what?鈥
You looked at him with a torn expression slowly spreading over your face. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 really plan on bringing this up directly. Ever, if it didn鈥檛 come to it. But鈥 guess you鈥檙e more oblivious than I thought.鈥
Jimin thickly swallowed, kind of able to guess where you were headed with this and unable to believe it was happening.
鈥淲ell鈥 I had this gigantic crush on you when I moved in,鈥 you mumbled, pulling both your lips into your mouth.
Jimin stopped breathing. You really鈥?
鈥淲hat?鈥
You winced. 鈥淚 know, I know, it was horrible. But, come on, Park. You鈥檝e looked in a mirror. You know you鈥檙e a fucking catch. The first few weeks with you were torture. I鈥檇 seen you shirtless a couple of times, and鈥 my mind wasn鈥檛 ready to forget that.鈥
Jimin was sure he was dreaming, at this point. The mindblowing sex had really been a fever dream. He subtly pitched himself, jolting when it hurt.聽
No, he wasn鈥檛 dreaming.
Fuck. Fuck yes! What the fuck?
鈥淲hy didn鈥檛 you ever say anything, babe?鈥 he mumbled, sounding breathy even to his own ears.
鈥淚 鈥 I tried to give you subtle signs, planning to come on to you when I was sure you were reciprocating. Because, as I got to know you, I realized that the attraction wasn鈥檛 worth sacrificing our friendship for, and so I didn鈥檛 approach you directly.鈥
Jimin sucked in a harsh breath, shocked at how perfectly your side of the story aligned with his.聽
鈥淲ell, obviously your subtle hints were way too subtle,鈥 he murmured, a little annoyed at fate.
You shot him a glare. 鈥淛imin. Are you serious? I gave up the sorority to live with you!鈥
Jimin gaped at you, caging you in his arms to put his face next to yours. He narrowed his eyes. 鈥淣o. You got rejected because you failed an exam and鈥斺
鈥淥h, my God, Chim! Are you really that naive?鈥 You rolled your eyes with a self-conscious laugh, but something akin to adoration shone on your face. 鈥淎ll those eligibility rules are just on paper! Srats and frats don鈥檛 actually reject people that harshly.鈥 You brushed a kiss against his lips, and his breath stuttered. 鈥淏esides, I didn鈥檛 actually fail that exam, Park.鈥
Jimin pulled back from you with a loud gasp. 鈥淲hat? Oh, my God鈥攂abe! How the hell was I supposed to figure that one out?鈥
You gave him a sheepish smile. 鈥淵eah, alright, that was a tough one. But what about all those tales of my escapades I forced you to listen to? Did you think I was some sort of a closet exhibitionist or something?鈥
Jimin鈥檚 cheeks warmed. He sat back again, shrugging a shoulder. 鈥淲ell, I don鈥檛 kink shame.鈥
You laughed aloud at that, shaking your head. 鈥淚 just kept hoping, day after day, for that one fine moment when your resolve would weaken and you鈥檇 react. Maybe pull me in for a kiss? Or, at the very least, show me a sign that you were bothered by those talks? But no! You just sat back like a darn wingman, and never showed any interest. The only crack I saw was last night, and even then you didn鈥檛 revolt over me talking about sucking a random guy鈥檚 dick! You didn鈥檛 even try to ask who the guy was!鈥
Jimin shook his head. 鈥淚t was very difficult, on all occasions but especially last night, I assure you. But I didn鈥檛 wanna come off as a pervert and have you run out of the house.鈥
鈥淭hat would never have happened.鈥 You bit your lip. 鈥淕osh. We could鈥檝e really been doing this a year ago!鈥
鈥淒amn. That鈥檚 a lot of wasted time, shit.鈥 Jimin exhaled, still reeling. It suddenly came back to him. 鈥淲as the Taehyung thing meant to rile me up, too, or鈥?鈥
Guilt spread on your face, cheeks flushing. You shook your head and Jimin gaped at you.
鈥淭hat was pretty real, I鈥檓 afraid. I鈥攈ey, don鈥檛 give me that look! I was pretty frustrated, okay? You weren鈥檛 budging from being a good friend, I was getting kinda desperate here.鈥
Jimin still scowled at you. 鈥淵ou sent him nudes, ma鈥檃m. The biggest fuckboy on the entire campus has your nudes. And he obviously doesn鈥檛 have any qualms sharing them with people; exhibit a 鈥 me.鈥
You worried your bottom lip with your teeth. 鈥淲ell, they don鈥檛 have my face, so鈥︹
鈥淎nd thank God for that! Or I鈥檇 have to hack into the fucker鈥檚 phone to burn them out of existence!鈥
A teasing smile crawled up your face. 鈥淟ook at you getting all protective and shit after having sex once, huh?鈥
Jimin stiffened, worried he鈥檇 overstepped. Your eyes widened, too, and you hurried to shake your head.
鈥淣ot 鈥 not in that sense! I鈥檓 not proposing a relationship鈥斺 You cut yourself off with a wince. 鈥淚 mean, not yet鈥斺 You cut yourself off again when his eyes widened, before giving up. 鈥淵ou know what? I鈥檓 just gonna shut up.鈥
Jimin shook with silent laughter. You huffed, petulantly, grabbing your t-shirt from the edge of the bed to toss it over your body.
鈥淗ey, listen,鈥 Jimin called out, pulling both your hands in his, 鈥渓et me help you sort things out?鈥 At your timid nod, he smiled. 鈥淚 liked what we did. A lot. And I鈥檇 like to do more of it. A lot more of it. We good so far?鈥
You chuckled, looking away from him. 鈥淵es.鈥
鈥淕reat. Next, I think it鈥檚 too soon to be jumping into a relationship. But I may be open to it in future,鈥 he tentatively continued, eyes stuck to yours.
You exhaled at his words, face flooding with what looked like relief. You gave him a nod. 鈥淵es. Yes, that. Exactly that.鈥
鈥淪o, we鈥檙e on the same page then?鈥
鈥淭he same sentence, too.鈥
Jimin felt his own inhibitions lower at your enthusiastic tug at his hands. This didn鈥檛 feel awkward, at all. This felt good.
So good. Wow.
Your gaze dropped to his crotch, surprising him. But instead of feeling self-conscious, he felt like teasing you.
He wiggled his eyebrows at you. 鈥淭he same sentence, you say? Is it, perhaps, a question that begins with 鈥榳hat about鈥 and ends with 鈥榓 second round鈥?鈥
Your cheeks puffed out in an attempt to contain your laughter. 鈥淚t does, as a matter of fact. Followed by an all-caps 鈥榶es鈥, and an asterixed clause saying 鈥業 get to be on top, this time鈥.鈥
Jimin broke down into fits of uncontrollable laughter, falling into your lap, and you followed suit, tilting to a side on the bed.
God. You were the same level of crack-headed as him. This was gonna go so well, fuck. He couldn鈥檛 wait.
Jimin glanced at the clock on your nightstand when you were both sufficiently calmed, turning to grin at you. 鈥淚t鈥檚 been over an hour since you were due for your video call. Taehyung must be losing his mind.鈥
Your brows arched in surprise. 鈥淥h, I completely forgot about that!鈥
Jimin licked his lips, pulling you over his lap. 鈥淯h huh. That鈥檚 really good to know.鈥
You eyed his lips. 鈥淚鈥檓 just gonna block him. He won鈥檛 even miss me. Bet he鈥檒l get over it in a day.鈥
鈥淚 support that action.鈥
Going by the way he鈥檇 drooled over you, it might take the guy longer than a day. But Jimin was positive it won鈥檛 be longer than a week.
鈥淪o, about that asterixed clause,鈥 Jimin began in a murmur, pressing a kiss to your jaw.聽
鈥淵es?鈥 you responded with your eyes gleaming in excitement.
Jimin bit his lip. 鈥淚 support that action, too.鈥
With a squeal, you rushed to pull your t-shirt off, and Jimin would鈥檝e laughed at your enthusiasm if he wasn鈥檛 moaning at the sight of your sexy body that he really couldn鈥檛 get enough of.
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The next time Jimin saw Taehyung was for the psych class on Monday.
True to character, he was already drooling over someone else. And dude was so lost exploring the slew of nudes he received to pick out a candidate to spend the night with, that he didn't even notice Jimin鈥檚 own barely concealed groans as he looked at the Snaps you鈥檇 sent him.
鈥淧ark, man, I think I鈥檓 in love.鈥
Jimin blinked away from the picture of your pussy glimpsing past the new thong you鈥檇 bought, with a 鈥榳hat sentence we on today?鈥 written over it, and hurriedly locked his phone. Taehyung was longingly staring at his own phone screen when he turned to face the guy.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e what?鈥
Taehyung clicked his tongue. 鈥淕osh, man, that fucking ass鈥攗gh!鈥
Jimin rolled his eyes, chuckling. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e in love with her ass?鈥澛
鈥淗is. His ass. Says his name鈥檚 Yeon Kimin. Weird, but I ain鈥檛 tryna marry him. But dude, those pasty fucking globes鈥攐h my God鈥︹
Jimin smoothly tuned the guy鈥檚 lustful musings out to focus on his phone. Unlocking it, he discreetly placed it beneath the table to open Snapchat and click a picture of himself with his lower lip tucked between his teeth and an eyebrow raised. He quickly typed a 鈥榳e replacing that thong with these lips, obv鈥 over it and hit send.
You typed back a response, this time, a blue bubble appearing in his notifications.聽
not just a roomie馃憛 storage room behind the photo studio in ten PLEASE
Save the begging for later, sweetheart ;) Meet you in 5
Jimin locked his phone and picked up his bag to slink out of the classroom, smirking at Taehyung鈥檚 raised eyebrows. The guy sent back a dirtier smirk, mouthing 鈥榞et it, soldier鈥 with a wink and a thumbs up.
God, what a guy.
Jimin ran out with a skip in his steps, full of excitement and energy, now that his nights were actually full of sleep and not visions of you. They didn鈥檛 have to be, when his days were already full of the real you, did they?
Nope.
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I don't wanna take you nowhere; I don't wanna waste your time. Baby girl, won't you come my way? Baby girl, won't you come for me~
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