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[bringthestories]

Baby Steps II

Again, a super fluffy Virgin!Jimin smut. Nothing else. Honestly, writing this series is giving me diabetes.  You have been warned.

Virgin!Jimin x Reader Word Count: ~7000

Warnings: Smut, some angst?, super sappy, insecurities, female reader, experienced reader, oral, premature ejaculation

"Look Jimin, this is you!" you laughed, holding up a fluffy little chick plush. You were always like this, he thought as he rolled his eyes, but smiled and came over to the stand you were at. “Yaaah” he complained as took the plush out of your hand and put it back, playfully smacking your shoulder. He could feel his cheeks blush a bit. “Hey! I wanted to buy that!” you protested, picking up the plushie again. “I’m gonna call it Chimchim” you grinned, teasing him. “Y/N!” he protested but had to giggle and looked down. Why were you always so cute? He’d never get used to it, he was sure of that. You made your purchase despite his complaints and you left the stand. Suddenly, you held up the plushie next to his face. A bit startled he looked at you. You were making a very over the top thinking face and then laughed, taking the plushie into your arms. “It looks exactly like you” you laughed “I can cuddle it when you’re busy”. You smiled, but he felt a little pang of sadness as you said that. He was always busy...

He had managed to take some time off, and there was a little street festival with lots of craft stands that you two had decided to go to. It was always special when you two went on dates even though you had been together for quite a long time. You claimed you didn't mind his work, as long as you had these little moments, but he wasn't sure how much longer you would feel that way, and the insecurities kept creeping up on him. He was getting busier with their increasing success. How much longer until you left him? How much longer until you realised you wanted more than he could give you? How much longer until you found someone else who could?

He loved you. He’s known that for a long time now, yet the doubts he had wouldn’t let him feel safe. Not that he doubted your love for him, no, he knew you loved him. You were so patient with him, so loving and kind. He knew you loved him. Or, at least that you thought you did. But he also felt like you shouldn’t. He felt like you should be with someone who gave you the time you deserved, and... who could... He sighed. His thoughts took him there again. To the one place, he didn't want to go. Straight into the arms of that haunting ghost, he tries to ignore even though it was always with him like a looming shadow: sex with you. It wasn’t like he disliked the idea of sleeping with you, no, he didn't want anything more than that. The problem was the fear that came with it. How could you possibly please her, the ghost taunted him whenever he would listen, you’re a virgin, a virgin, a virgin could never please her, she deserves better. He knew it was inevitable. Eventually, you two would have to have sex if he wanted to stay with you. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to get over the voice in his head. What if he disappointed you? What if he came right away? What if you didn’t come at all? What if you didn’t like his...

He noticed you had stopped walking and were looking at him. You always picked up on his thoughts- it was almost creepy. There was no hiding a mood shift from you. “What?” he tried anyways. “What’s up?” you asked, tilting your head. He walked over and took your hands in his and gave you a little peck on the forehead. “Later,” he whispered looking you in the eyes. You seemed ever worried about him, ever scared. He wished he could erase your fears somehow, but how? How could he if he couldn't wipe out his own? Deep down he knew the answer to both questions was one and the same: he needed to talk to you.

You pouted, and he pinched your cheek with a smile.  “Come on let’s get something to eat!” he said and skipped ahead, and you followed him with a sigh. He knew that you assumed he wouldn't tell you in the end and just hope you’d forget about it. He’s done that so many times before.  Not this time, he decided just then and there. Tonight, I’ll finally talk to her. 

Later that day you got home to your place. You went straight to the kitchen to get refreshments and wash your hands, and he excused himself to the bathroom. Not that he really needed to go. His nerves were killing him. Ever since he decided to talk to you he’s been anxiously counting the hours until ‘tonight’ rolled by, not able to stop his heart from pounding.

Standing in front of your bathroom sink, looking into the mirror he tried to calm himself down. This can’t be healthy he thought and chuckled, but the fear of having to talk to you had him in a chokehold. Still, he needed to get this done if he wanted a future with you. And he did want one.

From the moment he learned you were not a virgin like he was, he’s been plagued by insecurities. Nightmares even. He’s been through every possible scenario on how it could go wrong. He imagined how you would feel awkward afterwards, how he would let you down, how you’d regret being with him because he was terrible in bed or you didn’t like his dick. Part of him knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t shake the thoughts. 

He remembered your first kiss. Your face lightened up so much, your eyes sparkling as you smiled because he finally built up the courage to kiss you. He remembered your first time... dry humping. You thanked him on that night.  You thanked him for taking that step with you after all this time, even though he didn't do anything. The only thing he ever did was make you wait. And you waited.

He sighed again and opened the tab to splash his face with cold water in an attempt to calm down. Unfortunately, it didn't really work that way he realised as he rubbed his cheeks dry with a hand towel. Then, with another deep breath, he looked back into the mirror. Ready.

He went back to the living room, where you were on your phone, sitting on the sofa. You looked up with a smile as he sat down next to you. Breathe, Jimin, he told himself, breathe. “What’s wrong?” you instantly asked. “Um,” he stalled for a second, and his voice quivered out of nervousness. Come on, he mentally encouraged himself, but the pounding of his heart was louder than his thoughts, threatening to jump out of his chest any second. “I’ve... I wanted to talk to you.”

The instant shift in your expression told him you were expecting the worst. You looked terrified of what he was about to say. “No, don’t worry it’s just that I’m... that I” he stuttered.  What was I thinking? He asked himself. What was I even going to say?! He started to panic, but it was too late to turn back now. 

He regretted not having prepared himself better. Maybe he could've written it out at least organised his thoughts at all. He had no idea what to tell you. Instead of making things right he scared the shit out of you. Great. good job Jimin. 

“I love you Y/N” he started in an attempt to reassure you a bit. You looked at him suspiciously, but less scared at least, he noted. “I wanted to talk to you about... um...” he could feel his cheeks burn as he struggled to find the right words, ” that we still haven’t...” I can’t say it, he realised as he felt panic wash over him again, I can’t even effing say it, dammit... Much to his relief,  your expression shifted to an unspoken ‘ohhh’, signalling to him that you understood. Not that it made him feel any better.

“Jimin, it’s-” you started, relaxing your posture, but he quickly shook his head. No more. No more ‘it’s okay’s. No more avoiding the issue.

“No,” he stated, his voice finally finding some stability. “No, Y/N, I need to talk to you about this. Otherwise... Otherwise, I’ll be forever running from it. And you...” he sighed dejectedly.

“You’ll get tired of waiting eventually.”

You stayed silent as you studied his face.  “I’m...” he wet his lips looking for the right words. “I’m just...”  Breathe, Jimin, he had to remind himself. “I’m really scared.” he weakly managed to admit.

You opened your mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, knowing him well enough to know he just needed to speak now.

Crestfallen, he continued. “I’m scared I’ll let you down. I’m scared I’ll suck. I’m scared you won’t be happy and... I’m scared you’ll leave me for someone who's... better” only managing to whisper the last words. The bottled up anxiety formed a knot in his throat, yet, he felt a heavy weight lift from his shoulders. With every word he spoke his ghost grew weaker, losing power over him.

“Jimin...” you tried again, and again he shook his head, telling you he wasn’t done yet. You looked so loving. Like you just wanted to hug him but you let him continue, and he was thankful for that.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated “I really do. And I want to have a future with you. I want to be with you, and I want to love you like you deserve. But I’m not doing that. I’m only making you wait,” he finally explained. “I’m not unsure about us. I’m unsure about myself, and I keep asking myself if you don't deserve better. I keep thinking ‘what if we have sex and she’s so disappointed that she regrets being with me?’ I know this it’s important to you and ” He looks down heavy-hearted. “I can’t compare. I don't know anything about how to... How to make you happy.”

After a few moments of silence, you seemed to realise he was done for now and you spoke up, taking his hands into yours. His heart was racing, dreading what you were going to say. “Jiminie...” you shook your head with a smile. “Babo.”  He looks up at you wide-eyed. “Babo?” he felt a little hurt until he saw your expression. “Why didn't you...-” you started but shook your head again. “Ah- I don't even know where to start!” you exclaimed, squeezing his hands. Now it was his turn to wait and let you speak.

“Jimin, first of all, I love you. Don't ever doubt that, okay? I love you, and I don't care that you’re virgin, I really don't. I don't expect you to be amazing, I don't expect you to last long at all, and I don't expect you know anything about the female body. I don't want to have sex with you because I think you’ll make me lose my mind or something like that! And... I don’t know if I can please you either! The reason I want to have sex with you is that I love you, and I want to experience that with you... And I would never ever leave you because you're inexperienced! How could even think that?!” You huffed. “Besides, it isn't something you’re instinctively great at anyways. You can learn how to ‘make me feel good’ as you put it, and I’ll learn how to pleasure you too!” you look down and shake your head before returning your gaze back to him. 

Hearing you say that, having it spelt out for him, suddenly made him feel really stupid for doubting you. He knew you weren't with him for sex. He did know you better than to really think you would leave him if your first time were terrible, yet the insecurities he had were never rational, to begin with. Speaking to you, however, allowed him to let go of them, to kill his demons, and the pressure he felt since the first conversation finally left his chest. The ghost shut up and left, leaving behind a feeling that he was safe with you.

He chuckled and shook his head before squeezing your hands. “I’m sorry I’m such an idiot” he smiled and pulled you in to hug you. “And here I was, thinking you didn't want me” you laughed. He pulled back and violently shook his head at that.  “No! Of course, I want you...” he feels himself blushing again. “I don't know why I have these insecurities, I just...” he sighed.  “I just wished I knew how...” he struggled to find his words again and felt his cheeks burn, but you just giggled and cupped his face for a moment. “Don't worry, Jimin,” you smiled, “You’ll learn it in no time!” He stayed quiet for a second, thinking.

“Will you teach me?”

“Huh?” He could tell his question caught you off guard. “Teach you?” you giggled again. “Of course I’ll teach you. And you’ll teach me what makes you feel good okay?” You smiled again and planed a little peck on his nose. As if to complain about the location of the kiss, he pouted and then leaned back in and kissed you properly, lifting his hand to cup your cheek in the process. 

When your lips connected this time, he realised just how much this whole thing had strained his relationship with you. This kiss felt so much purer than any that came before. It wasn't darkened by doubts. He wasn't counting the seconds until you wanted more and he’d inevitably stop the make-out session. He didn't feel like he had to hold back anymore. Your hand found your way from his shoulder to his hair - a feeling he adored. The way you gently pulled his hair as you played with it never failed to make his heart race. He reached around your back, one hand in the small of your back, the other on your shoulder blades, and he pulled you closer to him as you continued to kiss over and over again, tongues finding their way into the mix. He’s never felt more content than in this moment, in your embrace, and he let that feeling consume him completely. With each kiss, his breaths felt heavier and heavier. The tingling feeling of your tongues meeting sent blood straight down to his crotch, and he could feel his member rapidly swell, straining against the fabric of his jeans like it had so many times before. But tonight it wasn't a red light, signalling him to stop. He moved away a bit, his hand moving from the small of your back to rest against your hip. He lifted the other hand up to push stray stands of hair behind. Then he caressed your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Teach me”, he merely whispered.

You looked at him wide-eyed as he pulled back and stood up, reaching out his hand to you. You slowly reached out and took it. He pulled you up from the sofa and silently led you to your bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. His heart was racing so prominently that he could hear it in his ears. The flutter in his stomach was enough to make him feel lightheaded. He didn't know what was going to happen, but frankly, he didn't care. The night was already perfect.

Once there, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you again. It felt different to him. You had made out many times before, and last time... you did so much more, but this felt different. It felt complete. He gently walked you towards the bed as he continued planting gentle kisses on your lips. When your calves hit the side of the bed, he slowly lowered you onto the mattress. He looked into your eyes before giving you one last kiss and then he pulled away and kneeled before you. You propped yourself up, looking at him confused, then surprised. “You mean...” you start, unbelieving, and he nods immediately. He could feel his heart pounding in every vein as he watched you nod and spread your legs a little to make room for him. Praying he wouldn't faint, he moved closer and lifted his hands to unbutton your jeans. He bit his lips as he started to pull them down. Your scent reached his nose as he pulled down your trousers together with your pants and was faced with your bare sex for the first time. He froze as soon he exposed you enough to see it properly. To him, it was like seeing a celebrity in real life. Something he’d only ever seen on a screen was right there in front of him. And it was yours. It was your folds he was blessed enough to look at, and it was your arousal he smelled. And you smelled amazing. He could feel his heartbeat everywhere. In his chest, his throat, his head and... his dick. He didn't even know he could get this hard, but all he could think about was you, bare in front of him. 

He looked up at you and saw you looking uncomfortably to the side. It was at that moment he realised that you too must have your own insecurities to fight. That you must've been just as scared that he wouldn't like you or find you odd looking as he was. That you must’ve felt pressured to make it perfect for him because you were going to be his first.  That you wouldn't be able to live up to his expectations.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, finding your eyes.

You smiled. It was the kind of smile you gave when you felt relieved about something. He smiled back and took off your pants completely. Then he lifted his hand and pushed your thighs apart, and you leaned back on your elbows, allowing him a better view. The wish to touch you, kiss you, taste you was overwhelming to him, but before he dared to do anything he looked back at you for permission. You nodded. “Go ahead.”

He looked back down and bit his lips. With one hand he reached out to touch you for the first time ever. To feel your wetness. He stroked you carefully, with the back of one finger, as though he might break you if he used too much force. You felt so warm and soft. So wet. His breath caught in his throat as he gathered up your leaking arousal. Fascinated, he watched it pull strings from his finger to your glistening folds. So this was how it felt. After that night on the sofa, he had found himself wondering what you would feel like every night. Your wetness had soaked through the layers of fabrics and onto his dick. It made him lose himself. He wasn't sure if you had realised that you wet his dick that night, that he had felt you, but he only found himself wondering how wet you must've been for it to soak through that much. Now, finally, he could see for himself. Feel for himself.

He started to spread your wetness around a bit, rubbing your clit in the process and a moan escaped you. Surprised, he looked up at you again. “There’s good,” you said, moving your hand to rub yourself for him so he could see. He observed carefully to make sure he remembered precisely where you were touching yourself. Then he moved your hand aside to replace it with his own. With his thumb, he started delicately caressing the sensitive nub, closely watching your reaction. You threw your head back with a breathy groan. That was enough encouragement for him to increase the pressure slightly, drawing more moans from you. 

Overcome with a wave of confidence, he smiled, pulled his hand away and instead grabbed on to your thighs from below. Then he leaned in to plant a kiss on the sweet spot. Surprised, your head shot back, and you watched him, buried between your legs. When he pulled away and licked his lips, he could taste you on them. It was different than he thought, but really, he didn't actually know what he was expecting. Certainly not how much the smell and taste of your arousal would rile him up. His dick was throbbing at this point, but all he wanted was to make you moan again. He leaned back in, carefully pushing out his tongue against your clit. As he started moving around, pressing it against you, you threw your head back again, moaning and breathing heavily. “Jimin...” you moaned his name breathlessly, and he felt himself smile. “Ah...” you continued moaning as he gave you a little flick of his tongue. “Jimin, can you... suck... it?” You asked him carefully, lifting your head to look at him again. You bit your lip as you made eye contact. He immediately complied and connected his lips to your sex, gently sucking on your clit. You started moaning heavily but kept watching him, as if it was the best scene you’ve seen in your life. He felt more and more at ease with every one of your moans, knowing he was bringing you pleasure. A thought crossed his mind, and he added his tongue, sucking and rubbing circles at the same time. He heard your breath get caught in your throat as you gave him an unusually high pitched moan, reassuring him in his movements. If his mouth weren't busy, he’d be grinning from ear to ear.

You were starting to sweat, and the perspiration gathering on your skin made it glow, reminding him of your last time when he watched you wear yourself out against his clothed dick. He remembered the movement of your breasts as you slid back and forth and how soft they felt under his touch.

“Y/N...Can you take your shirt off again?” he asks quietly, surprised at how breathless he was himself. “Ah, of course” you quickly retorted and pulled it off immediately. He watched in anticipation as you rolled the fabric over your body, revealing your chest to him once more. Then you moved your hands around your back. As you undid your bra, he unconsciously held his breath, waiting for you to open up your beautiful breasts to his eyes again.

It was captivating to him how every little one of your movements made your pillowy breasts bounce a little as you pulled your bra off and threw it to the side. With a smile, he leaned back in, sucking and licking your clit as he watched your breasts move from his new angle. You seemed to enjoy yourself, softly moaning as he continued.

"Jimin-” you drew out between moans after a while. “Please... I need your fingers...” Huh? Fingers? Right... umm... He let go of one of your thighs and leant back so he could see what he was doing. As he lifted up his hand towards your heat again, he looked back at you, not quite sure what exactly he was supposed to do. You smiled. “Like this,” you said as you moved down your own hand and ran two fingers up and down your soaking entrance, creating lewd sounds that were like music to his ears. Then they both suddenly slid in, effortlessly, and you moaned at the feeling of your own hand. He looked at your face, contorted in pleasure and then back at your fingers, which you were shoving in and out and a fast pace. He watched for a bit, taking in every detail of the almost pornographic scene playing out in front of him... for later recollection. When he felt like he memorised your pace and angles, he grabbed your wrist, halting the movement of your fingers which seemed to snap you back to reality. As he pulled out your hand, he could see your arousal dripping from your fingers and your sex, pulling strings between the two, before they ripped and dropped down. It was the most beautiful thing he’s seen in his life. He let go of your wrist, and you put it back to support your weight again.  Acting on the sudden urge to taste you more, he took hold of your thighs again and dove back in, this time running his tongue along your slit. He collected your arousal, placing open mouthed kisses along the way, making you moan again. Then he felt tongue dipped into your entrance. Surprised at the heat and softness of it, he quickly pulled back. Then, he moved his hand to finally give you his fingers.

Biting his lip, he carefully positioned one finger at your entrance and pushed it in slowly. The texture surprised him. It didn't feel as smooth as he expected it to be, and it was warmer, but... in a good way. He started to slowly move his digits in and out, fascinated by the way they just disappeared inside of you. You felt tight, your walls were snug around his finger, and he could feel you pulsating. He wondered how you could possibly fit his dick inside of you.  And... how it would be to finally enter you for the first time, how all the ridges inside of you would feel around his member...

“Jimin, please” you pleaded. He looked up at you again. You looked so breathless and sweaty, it made his dick twitched in its constraints. When you saw his face, you bit your lip and he wondered what he looked like. He could feel your juices smeared around his mouth, emitting your scent right under his nose for him to get high on. Could you see them too?  “I can take two.” You continued, making him snap out of his thoughts. He nodded and pulled out his finger until the last digit and added a second one. Slowly, he tried pushing them in. To his surprise, they slid in effortlessly, and you moaned out. It had already felt so tight with one, but somehow it felt the same with two fingers. He started moving them faster, like you had before, much so to your pleasure. Your body relaxed visibly as he repeatedly pushed his fingers in deep inside of you. When he went faster, your body started moving with the force, and he was mesmerised by the way your breasts bounced with every thrust of his hand. This is amazing, he thought to himself. “Jimin, can you like... bend your fingers?” Once again, he obliged and tried to curl his fingers a bit as he continued pushing them in. “Like this?” he asked, a little confused about your request. “M-hm,” you nodded, “if you move them around a bit you can fin- AH” you started explaining, but cut yourself off with a loud moan.  “Oh my god, right there, Jimin” you moaned and threw your head back. He ran his drenched fingers over the same area he touched when you reacted, and you cried out again, making him realise he found a good spot. He smiled. Making sure he kept hitting it as he continued thrusting his hand, he leant back in to suck at your clit again, like you had shown him before. When his lips connected, your breath caught in your throat and you moaned so loudly you could almost call it a scream. He kept going, settling at a fast pace, alternating the movements of his tongue every once in a while, testing out different things and learning from your reaction what you liked and what you didn't react to.

He noted you kept tensing up more and more as he continued. He felt your thigh muscles stiffen and twitch under his hands, and your breathing grew increasingly shallow. The way you were reacting to his touch was incredible. While at first, he was unsure of what he was doing, he started to feel more and more confident as the minutes passed. Every sound you made taught him something about the right pace, spots and angles and as he learned he earned more and more moans. After a while, he managed to let stop thinking too much about the exact techniques and just let himself enjoy you.

All of a sudden, you moaned almost as if in pain, causing him to dart up surprised. With a twitch of your muscles, he felt your walls convulsing around his fingers and you grabbed his wrist, pushing his fingers in as you struggled to catch your breath. After a few seconds, you calmed down enough to pull his fingers out. It took him a moment to realise he had made you cum.  He really made you cum.

“oh... oh my god Jimin” You called out breathlessly. He sat in between your legs, looking up at your fucked out face with wet fingers and a wet face and he loved it. He couldn't help but grin happily. “oh god” you kept mumbling, and he felt pride creep up on him. Why the hell had he wasted so much time being scared of this? It was amazing. I made her cum, I made her cum, is all he could think. You looked so blissed out, so hot and he was the reason for it. It wasn't that hard with your guidance, be he was still proud of himself. He brushed his fingers over his cheeks, smiling as he felt the traces of your wetness on him.

“Ahh-” you let yourself fall onto the bed, chest heaving. “...Are you sure you’re virgin, Jimin?” you chuckled after a moment, lifting up your head. He just laughs at that. “I’m serious! That was amazing.” You sat up again and shook your head. “You’re just a good teacher,” he replied and stood up to sit next to you on the bed. As he moved, he noticed how painfully hard his erection had become and he looked down to find it straining against his jeans, creating a prominent bulge. You seemed to have seen it too. “May I return the favour?” you asked him carefully. He smiled.

“... Yes.” 

He looked at you, finally giving you permission to touch him. He could swear he could see you well up a bit, and you seemed so thankful. It was ridiculous that you looked so happy that you could suck him off. He really had made you wait too long, he thought as he sat back and you moved off the bed. You kneeled in front of him, virtually changing positions.

He watched as you undid his belt and pulled it out. You were smiling.  He watched you unbuttoning his trousers and still, you were smiling. You looked as excited about this as if you were unwrapping a Christmas present you’ve waited for the whole year or more. It made him chuckle. “What?” you looked up at him surprised by his reaction. “Nothing,” he shook his head, still smiling contently. “You just look cute.” For some reason, that made you laugh. “Cute?” you questioned. “Ahh really, Jimin,” you giggled, “I’m about to give you head, and you call me cute.”   That made you both laugh, but nonetheless, you continued to pull down his zipper. Then you paused for a second and looked at him before you moved your hands to his waistband. He could feel your fingers tickle his skin as you pulled his trousers down, revealing his erection in his cotton underwear. There was a small wet patch at the tip of his member from the precum, and he felt a little bit embarrassed by it, even though it wasn't something weird. You stared at it mesmerised, and he would've felt uncomfortable if you didn't look so damn pleased. It felt so... right... to be intimate with you. You nacked figure between his legs, you hands lifting slowly to touch him for the first time, it was all so amazing to him. He knew he’d come right away, heck he felt like he could blow his load right then and there, but... he didn't care. He was just happy.

He involuntarily groaned as soon as your hands made contact. You started to stroke him slowly over the fabric, exploring the curves of his penis, still hidden away. You took your time with it, and he let you. You had waited so long. Then, as if you suddenly grew impatient, you slid your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, stopping for a brief second just before his bulge. He could tell you held your breath as you finally pulled it down all the way, letting his member spring free before you. You looked up at him happily, and he smiled. You reached out and to his surprise immediately grabbed his dick, caressing it softly. It was enough for another drop of precum to drip out.

Fuck, it feels so good, and she’s hardly even doing anything yet, he thought to himself and bit his lip. Having someone else's hand wrapped around his shaft was so much more different to his own than he expected. So much better. You made sure to not pull on his skin as there was no lubrication, but you continued just feeling him in your hand for another moment. The way you were looking at him made him feel beautiful. He felt so wanted, so loved and it felt incredible. He couldn't keep his eyes off you for a second, and when you slowly leaned in, he held his breath in anticipation.

He saw your tongue flick out just before he felt it on him. You just gave him a little flick to catch the droplet of precum, and he grunted, another drop following immediately. You smiled as you quickly picked that one up too and pulled back to taste him, looking straight into his eyes. So hot, he thought, eyes glued to your mouth as you licked your lips. Then you leaned back in, still looking up, and you kissed his sensitive tip, gradually evolving it into licking and soft sucking. He moaned out loudly and closed his eyes for a second, just enjoying the feeling. Your mouth was so warm and wet and so, so soft. Skillfully, your tongue played with the tip of his cock as you kept giving it open-mouthed sloppy kisses, holding his dick like a lollipop. You then suddenly took his entire head in and sucked hard as you pulled off your mouth with a smack. 

“Jimin?” you called out to him softly. “U-huh” he breathlessly managed to answer, mentally returning from heaven. “Where.. do you want to cum?” “Huh?” he abruptly looked at you. “I’m... do you have anything in mind I mean?” you asked a little bit awkward. He hadn't even thought about that. Where did he want to cum? He often dreamt of coming on your face but... he’d only ever watched porn. Do people do that real life? Could he ask that or was that weird? He suddenly realised he didn't even really know what the options were... “Um,” he looked to the side a bit unsure. “I mean...” you shifted a bit. “I can swallow, or... you can come on my face or breasts...” your voice became quieter with every word you added. “I just.. want to know ahead of time?” On her face...  “... anything is fine...” he replied cautiously, but you wouldn't have it. “...can I... on... your face...” he felt his cheeks flush as he spoke. He still felt a bit uncomfortable saying things like that out loud, even with you naked between his legs. You smiled and nodded. “Give me a heads up, okay?” Then you pulled his dick towards you again and dove back in, licking a trail from the base all the way up to the tip. When you reached the top, you wrapped your lips around it and went down slowly. He let out a long moan as you did, watching you through half opened eyes, not able to look away. The feeling was indescribable, and so was the view. Your mouth filled with his cock as you shamelessly made eye contact with him. You kept going, further down each time around, taking in more and more of him and sucking harder as you did. How far can she...?

When you suddenly swallowed around him, it happened.  “AH-” He jumped, surprised himself at the sudden orgasm. He quickly tried to somehow communicate to you that he was about to come, but he already started filling your mouth as he quickly pulled out. “Ah, fuck” he got out breathlessly. You looked caught off guard as the first spurts of cum flooded your mouth, but you promptly gathered yourself and grabbed onto his shaft again, holding it steady, pointed at your face. Fuck. White steaks of cum hit your cheeks and dripped on your tongue, painting a picture taken straight out of his fantasies. A string of curses left his lips as the last bits of cum covered your face and you sat in front of him lewdly taking it as if it was the cure for cancer. He’s never seen anything this hot before. How could anything even compare? 

He watched the liquid slowly glide down your skin as he tried to catch his breath. You let go of his softening dick and instead used the hand to collect a few drops and suck them off your fingers. Looking into each other's eyes, you both suddenly started laughing. “Ah...” he ruffled his hair with a smile, “I’m sorry, that was so quick.” He wished it had lasted longer, that he could've felt your mouth on him more, but he wasn't too mad about it. "And I didn't warn you...” he looks back at you sheepishly. You giggled. “Well.. did you like it?” He hurriedly nodded, “Yes of course!”  “That’s all I need,” you smiled happily, “don't worry about anything else.” You stood up and stretched out your legs. “I better go clean up before it dries,” you announced as you walked towards the bathroom.

You left the room, and he remained seated, relishing in the afterglow. One simple conversation was all it took, he chuckled as his eyes shifted down to his exposed crotch. Almost like in a trance he stayed like that, his mind empty of all thoughts just feeling tired and happy. It was only when you returned that he snapped out of it. You held a little towel, wet by the looks of it, and beamed at him. “You alright?” you inquired as you approached him. He just nodded and smiled bashfully. “Tired?” Again, he merely nodded. “Me too,” you admitted. Holding out the towel towards his lower region you spoke again: “May I?” A little sound of affirmation was all he could manage, he felt so sleepy even though all he did was sit. Upon contact with his skin, he realised you had warmed the towel with hot water so it would be more comfortable to him. That's so much like you, he thought, always so considerate and sweet. He fondly watched you as you cleaned him up with care and then got up to return the towel to the bathroom. He shuffled under the covers and felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him, so much so that he felt like he was already drifting away by the time you returned.

“Jimin?” you whispered, unsure whether or not he was still awake. “mhm,” he quietly hummed. With a chuckle, you flipped off the lights, and he heard your footsteps as you walked over to the bed in the dark. The mattress shifted as you slipped under the duvet and made yourself comfortable. Overcome with the sudden urge to cuddle you, he turned around and wrapped his arms around your soft, warm body, contently smiling and you hugged him back. He doubted he ever felt so thoroughly comfortable with you, so secure and calm. I should've talked to her ages ago.  “I love you, Jimin,” he heard you whisper. “I love you too, Y/N” he smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

#research for this was weird #but finally after months of waiting here it is #virgin!Jimin #virgin jimin #jimin smut #bts smut #virgin bts #baby steps #dirrific

[l3monsoda]

Welp now I'm officially freaked out. I have actually been pretty calm and rational dirrif this whole scar but my work just handed out all of us forms statig that we are part of the life sustaining essential businesses and we have permission to travel to and from work. Yep that document scares the living day lights if of me. Panic mode switched on....

[bringthestories]

Definitely Old Enough

HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY @tinypink-macaron !! I’ve only known you for a rather short time, but I already love you to bits, and I can’t imagine not having you as my friend.  You brighten my days whenever we talk, and you make me laugh, and I hope I can give you some of that back with this fic. I sincerely hope you enjoy this and I'm sorry for straying from the original request but OH WELL!

(This is somewhat of a sequel to the original mini fic “Old Enough”)

If you’re not older than him, but would still like to enjoy the fic, use this to recplace the word with your name (or anything you want):

Your name: submit What is this? document.getElementById("submit").addEventListener('click', function(){ walk(document.body, /Noona/ig, document.getElementById("inputTxt").value); }); function walk(node, v, p){ var child, next; switch (node.nodeType){ case 1: // Element case 9: // Document case 11: // Document fragment child = node.firstChild; while (child){ next = child.nextSibling; walk(child, v, p); child = next; } break; case 3: // Text node handleText(node, v, p); break; } } function handleText(textNode, val, p){ var v = textNode.nodeValue; v = v.replace(val, p); textNode.nodeValue = v; }

Note: Besides the title the age gap is mentioned once, which won't be changed, but the rest of the fic will use your name rather than the title.  This only works on the browser version.

SMUT WARNING

Jungkook x Noona Words: ~6000 (or about 20-30min reading time) Summary: While the other members are out to eat, your chill night in with your boyfriend turns to something more. 

A/N: The outfit specified is what he wore during the video for Baepsae.

Bzzzt.

Kookie: Yeah, we just got home Kookie: Wanna come over now?

You: Omw!

You put your phone away quickly with a big smile on your face. On your way to the door, you quickly gathered your things and fetched a box filled with Jungkook's favourite homemade cookies that you baked for the boys, although you knew Jungkook would probably have all of them and the boys would let him. Everyone was just too whipped for the maknae, including yourself.

It's been about two months since you finally started dating Jungkook despite your age gap and aside from some nasty comments from people on the web, things were going great. In fact, you couldn't be happier. At first, you were worried that you wouldn't get along or that your mutual longing would die off as soon as you got together, but it turned out that none of that was the case. Your relationship just got better when you finally gave in. Not that much changed in all honesty. You were still the best of friends and joked around, teasing each other most comfortably, but now, you didn't have to hide how much more you wanted. You playful fighting now ended in hugs and kisses when you felt like it instead of an awkward silence as your laughter died off, both of you wanting nothing more than to kiss the other. One thing you regret not changing was the time you got to spend with each other. Truth be told, you didn't expect it to change since his schedules and constant practice had nothing to do with your relationship status with him, but part of you had still hoped you would see him more often. Only when you started dating, you realised that he was already spending as much time as possible with you, even before you were a thing.

"Noona!" you were greeted by a giddy Jungkook before he pulled you into a tight hug. He was wearing a loose white bottom down, the sleeves reaching to his elbows and the collar revealing his beautiful neck, and his baggy trousers finished up his look perfectly. "I missed you" he whined with a childish pout on his perfectly smooth lips. "You just saw me three days ago, Kookie!" you laughed, pushed past him and walked towards the dorm's kitchen. "That's too long!" you heard him jokingly call after you before you heard the door shut and he followed you into the kitchen.

"Where are the others?" you asked when you noticed that none of them seemed to be in the dorm. "Hm? Oh, yeah, the hyung's went out for dinner today", he replied while curiously inspecting the box you put on the counter. "What is in here?" "What? Without you?" you asked, completely ignoring his question. "Well, yeah. I mean I was meeting you today?" he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You could've gone with them, Kookie! We can always meet up another day", you replied, feeling sorry that he was missing out on a group dinner. "No, why would I? I mean we eat together all the time, and I really wanted to spend time with you tonight", he said while he walked over to hug you once more, making you smile. "So you gonna tell me what's in the box, Noona?" he asked so sweetly it made you laugh. "Oh you know, just your favourite cook-" you started replying nonchalantly before being interrupted by Jungkook gasping loudly and abruptly darting back to the box. "You baked for me!! Thank you Noona!" he beamed and opened it, happily starting to eat them. "Jungkook! Sweets after dinner! Did Jin-eomma teach you nothing?" you scolded him laughing and playfully hit him. "Uh-" he froze, doe-eyed and with his mouth stuffed, looking adorable like a confused child, "...but Noona!" "Fiiine, I'll make an exception", you laughed. "You can have a few while I go order sushi!" and with that, you left the kitchen to go grab your phone and call the restaurant.

When you returned to the kitchen after you placed your order, you saw that Jungkook already ate half the box of cookies all by himself. "Kookie!" You yelled out, causing him to jump and look at you with the expression of a puppy that didn't know why it was getting scolded. "Ahhh seriously! At least save some for the others" you continued, pretending to be mad and taking the box away from him and closing it. You tiptoed to place the box on top of the fridge like a parent trying to keep it out of their child's reach, except... "You know I can still reach that.." Jungkook mumbled from behind you as he watched you struggle. "I'm taller than you." "Not the point, kid!" you teased him with the hated nickname.  "If you can't control your sweet-tooth the cookies go on the fridge and dare you to take them. Now come on!" "Noonaaa- I'm not a baby" he protested with a pout, but followed you to the living room, throwing one last look on the box of tempting goodies waiting on top of the fridge.

"What do you wanna do? I thought maybe we can start watching the new drama that came out last week?" You asked him as you walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Sure we can watch that while we eat, but actually, I wanted to ask you if you'd help me with something, Noona" Jungkook replied, walking past the sofa and into his room. "Hm? Sure? What is it?" you said, leaning forward so you could see what he was doing.

"Well it's Namjoon's birthday soon, and I found this Ryan plushie he doesn't have yet, so I bought it," he walked back into the room with a unique Ryan bear and some wrapping paper in one hand awkwardly rubbing his neck. "... I can't wrap it. It's a really awkward shape!" You laughed at that, finding it incredibly cute that this was his problem he needed help with. "Let me try," you replied, getting up from your seat to take the doll and paper out of your boyfriend's hand. "I'll go get some tape," he informed you and walked back into his room. You inspected the doll, which was really cute and was wearing summery beachwear and you knew Namjoon would love it, but you also understood why Jungkook had trouble wrapping it. It was an odd shape. It had a lot of empty space between its limbs and accessories and a snorkel that stuck out, sure to break through any paper. At first, you thought Jungkook was just whining, but now, you weren't sure you would manage to make it look nice either. "Here," Jungkook said as he returned with tape and scissors. "Can you do it?" "Well, I'll try!" you laughed, unsure of the outcome. Jungkook watched you as you sat down on the floor and started cutting the wrapping paper and tried to produce a presentable gift packaging, but the paper kept ripping around the corners and gaps of the bear.

"What is this?! Why is it so difficult to wrap, what the heck!" you called out frustrated after a few failed attempts to package the plushie. Jungkook laughed from his seat next to you, from where he was trying to help you. "See! I told you it's weird!" he sighed, taking the bear out of the once again ripped paper. "What should I do?" he pondered, inspecting the bear in his hands. "What about a pretty bag or maybe a box?" you suggested. He looked at you with an expression that could only be read as 'why didn't I think of that' and you started laughing.

That moment the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of your dinner. At the sound, Jungkook immediately jumped up and ran to greet the delivery man to take the meal, and you quickly got up and put the bear and materials back into his room, in case the other members came back. Then hurried to the kitchen to take out some plates and chopsticks, just as Jungkook came back with the bag of food. He put the bag on the table and started taking out the individually packed boxes. "Alaska rolls again?" he raised an eyebrow with a smile as he handed you the rolls. "So what?" you protested as you quickly took them from him, "I like salmon."

You sat down to enjoy your meal and time flew by as you talked about this and that. You asked him about his day and learned that comeback preparations were stressful, but he was hoping the fans would love it. "Of course they will," you reassured him. "They always love it. Although you know, I wouldn't know since...." you tried your luck. "I won't show you anything" he laughed. "Unbelievable!" you called out, sitting back in your chair. "I can't believe you're actually making me wait until the comeback!" you continued, shaking your head at him to which he just laughed. "Maybe I should ask the others," you teased him as you crossed your arm. "You wouldn't," he replied with a grin. "Maybe I would," you defied. He just looked at you for a second, before he suddenly flicked a small piece of pickled radish at you, that being his response. "Jungkook!" you jumped. "Ahh seriously, you can be such a child," you laughed, throwing the radish back at him.

Once the meal was over, you cleaned up the kitchen together, put the leftovers away and threw out the packaging. You wiped the table, and Jungkook washed up the chopsticks. "Wanna watch that drama now?" he asked, turning his head to look at you. "Yes please!" you replied, walking up to him, done with the table. You put the cloth away, and he finished washing up, and you two left the kitchen. You went to his room, making yourself comfortable on his bed watching him fetch his laptop then join you on the bed. You leant against the headboard as you waited for him to set up the video and place the laptop on the bed between your legs. Then you pulled him into your embrace and snuggled up to him. You played with his hair as you watched the drama and he quietly enjoyed, once in a while turning to give you a little kiss or to change positions.

You had just wanted to spend some quality time with him since it's been a while, and everything was perfect, but his clothes and the way he smelled as well as the physical contact between you two slowly but surely got you in the mood for more. You started noticing how good his chest looked when it rose and fell with every breath he took, the thin fabric of his loose white shirt accentuating every curve of his muscles. You ogled at his forearm whenever he moved his beautiful hands, and his veins showed. Every movement of his lips when he spoke or just wet them felt sensual and arousing, and you couldn't help it, but you really started to change your mind about having sex today.

You and Jungkook had only gone all the way once so far, and you would be lying if you said you didn't hope it would happen again soon. It wasn't like you were waiting for anything, the time was just never right for it. Now, however, no one besides you two was there so it would be the perfect opportunity to initiate something, so you decided to tease him a little in hopes of getting him worked up. He was usually easily influenced by your actions, which is why you were confident it would work. 

You decided to tease him a little and stirred around enough to pull your shirt downwards, revealing the curves of your breasts. Then, you moved closer to him and adjusted your position, so you leaned against him with your breasts touching his biceps. At the same time, your new pose allowed him to have a better view of the curves of your waist and butt. It was an innocent enough gesture to pass as an accidental contact, and you weren't sure at first if he'd even notice. You knew he definitely did notice when you saw him look at your chest and bite his lip before taking a deep breath and returning his eyes to the screen. You had to try hard to suppress your grin to keep up the facade of innocence, but his stern expression and failed attempts to stare at your body without you seeing made it hard to stay seemingly indifferent.

The next thing you did was wet your lips and take a deep breath yourself, pressing your boobs into his arm in the process. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watch the movements of your tongue running across your lips and swallow as he saw and the soft flesh of you breasts mould around his muscles. Your plan was working, and you could tell you were starting to affect him, but you kept playing oblivious and instead silently enjoyed watching him try to pretend he was just watching the documentary. He shifted a little, and there was no doubt in your head that he was trying to switch to a position in which his growing boner wouldn't be too obvious since the loose fabric of his pants didn't do much to conceal it at all. You bit your lip in a manner that seemed like you were invested in what was happening on screen, but in reality, you were close to laughing and were fighting it back with all your strength.

After a long enough pause, in which he was continuously eating you up with his eyes, you proceeded to cuddle up to him some more and subtly placed your hand on his thigh, running circles on his toned muscles in the sweetest purest way possible. He faintly threw his head back with a deep breath and shut his eyes, enjoying your touch for a moment too long for you to not notice. You took the opportunity of him looking away to check your work by swiftly shifting your eyes to his crotch. When you saw his growing bulge becoming apparent, a wide grin started spreading across your face. You tried your hardest to stop smiling before he looked back, but when you saw his face, you couldn't keep it any longer, and a choked chuckle escaped your lips at which your hand involuntarily rose to cover up your mouth. At that, Jungkook's head snapped back, and he stared at you in disbelief, watching your shoulders bob as you laughed into your palm desperately trying to stop, even if it was already too late.

"Noona!"  he cried out, voice laced jokingly with betrayal, which made you laugh even more. "I can't believe you!" he continued, a smile starting to spread across his face as he realised you were teasing him like that on purpose. He playfully pushed you away and laughed as well. Your eyes started to water up as you tried to form words and catch your breath. "I'm sorry Kookie-" you managed to say, slowly gaining you composure. "You just make it too easy." "And here I was starting to feel like a perv," he shook his head at you, still grinning. "I can't believe you," he repeated, still baffled that you played him like that. You leant over to him with a mischievous smile on your lips. "I'll make it up to you?" you offered softly, your face inches aways from his. "You better" he replied, smirking and wetting his lips.

You pressed your lips against his, relishing in the feeling of his soft skin and got lost of the movements. Each short kiss grew a little more passionate than the one before, and before you knew it, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his figure, the warmth immediately embracing you and you sneaked your hands around his back as well. You moved one of them up to his hair and started playing with it when he suddenly pushed you over, so you led on your back, and he hovered above you. He supported himself with one arm to free his other hand to roam your body, and you parted your lips to the kiss to grow deeper. He immediately responded by seeking your tongue with his, and you felt his hand on your thigh, urging you to make some room for him, and you obliged, spreading your legs allowing him to move in between your knees. Thanks to this new position, you could now feel his hardened member pressing against you, which instantly shot a fever to your core. You were getting hot and out of breath quickly, and when he finally pulled away, you could see he felt the same way from the way his cheeks were flushed pink, and his hair was getting sweaty.

You moved your hands to pull at his shirt, urging him to take it off. He immediately understood and sat back to unbutton his shirt, he took it off and threw it aside, falling off the bed. He watched you as you sat up and proceeded to take your own shirt off, relishing the sight of you in your bra, before you leaned forwards, hugging and kissing him again. He wrapped his arms around you too, moving one of them behind your back to unclasp your bra. "Jungkook," you said, smiling as you felt that he failed to open it, "let me-" "No, I got this," he replied, defiance in his tone. You chuckled but let him, knowing it already hurt his ego that he couldn't immediately open it. The bra snapped loose not a second later, and he proceeded to pull down the straps and throw it away from you with pride in his face. "Don't," he said when he saw you fondly watching him, like a parent watching their child. He still felt the need to show you he was a man and not too young for you, even if you never doubted that for a second. You simply smiled and leant in to kiss him again, letting him push you back down after the shot to his ego. He used a hand to massage one of your breasts and broke the kiss to lower his head and kiss the other. He licked your nipple, before taking into his mouth and gently sucking on it. You threw your head back with a quiet moan and moved your hand to grasp his hair, relishing in the feeling of his tongue on your nub. He observed you carefully to make sure you enjoyed what he was doing as he continued teasing you with his mouth and hand. You regained your composure and pulled him back up so you could reach his bulge with your free hand. You palmed him through the fabric, and he involuntarily bucked his hips into your hand releasing a choked breath and burying his face in the nape of your neck. "Ah Noona..." you heard him whine before he started kissing and sucking the soft skin and when he fleetingly scraped it with his teeth, which made your breath catch in your throat. He took notice of that and continued teasing you with soft bites and licks as you continued to attend to his erection until you removed your hand from his bulge and grabbed his butt with both your hands to push him down against yourself. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down, watching as he started moving his hips against you. Finally feeling some sort of relief, you moaned again, urging him to press harder with your hands. As you returned one of your hands to his back, you slipped the other past his waistband to squeeze his butt, pushing the trousers down in the process. He returned to massage your breast while leaning to kiss you again, never stopping the movements of his hips, pleasuring both of you through the layers of fabric.

You were just about to rid yourselves of them when you heard voices from the living room and you and Jungkook both shot up as if you were struck by lightning. Jumping off the sides of the bed, you were gathering up your clothes, trying to put them on in a hurry when you heard someone say Jungkook's name and footsteps coming closer.

Jungkook had put on his shirt, leaving it open so he could quickly pick up yours, throwing it over to help you cover up faster. You had just found your bra and had managed to put it on after a short struggle, and your boyfriend started buttoning up when Taehyung stepped in. "OH MY GOD!" you heard and looked up to see him stand in the doorway with an utterly traumatised expression. You were sure your own faces mirrored his face, as you were standing there, half dressed, faces flushed with messy hair looking at Taehyung like you've seen a ghost. It was unmistakable what had a happened here a mere minute ago. After everybody froze for a second, Taehyung suddenly started laughing, looking from one to the other before he managed a: "SORRY!" and turned on his heels, shut the door and returned to the living room. Through the walls, you could hear the others asking what happened and him answering in a knowing tone: "Our Kook is becoming a man."

You looked over to Jungkook and saw him frozen, still staring at the closed door, face and ears bright red and his hands on the half closed buttons. Laughter and chatter were coming from the other room, and you moved again, starting to get dressed, which caused to Jungkook snap out of his paralysis. "Oh my god oh my god" you heard him mumble as he finished closing his shirt and you put yours on. Once he was done, he raised his hands to his face in frustration mumbling something like "they'll never let me live." You chuckled. Yes, you were embarrassed at getting caught half naked, but also amused by your boyfriend's petrified face. As awkward as it was, it was just his friends who saw you, so his reaction seemed a bit extreme, but it was adorable.

"Can you wait here for a second?" he turned to you. "Sure," you answered, slightly confused. Jungkook walked to the door and rested his hand on the handle. Doing one of signature head tilts, he opened the door and closed it behind him, leaving you alone in the room. You know you shouldn't, but you walked up to the door to listen in, hearing the other boys call out to him all at once. "Waaaah Jungkook! Congrats!" That was Hoseok's voice. "Ahh our Kook grew up so much" Jin lamented. "You're becoming a man," you heard Taehyung's deep voice say once again, laughing "You are using Condoms right?" Jimin asked. "Yea don't forget Condoms, I know it's exciting, but protection is important, you know!" Namjoon chirped in. So that's what Jungkook meant with 'they'll never let me live', you thought, chuckling. "Stooop seriously! I'm not a baby," you heard Jungkook protest against his hyung's and you could hear Jungkook's smile through his voice, which told you he was alright and his hyung's teasing didn't really hurt him. The other knew that too, so they just laughed and continued to tease him, and you stepped back, deciding to leave them to their bickering.

When Jungkook returned, his ears were flushed pink, and he looked adorably embarrassed. You got up, laughing, and went to hug him. "Can I take my man now and go over to mine instead to pick up where we left off?" you said softly. "Noona!" he playfully pushed you away from him, understanding that you overheard everything and were teasing him by calling him that. You laughed and hugged him again burying your face in his chest, and this time he wrapped his arms around you too. "Whaaat- are you not my man?" you innocently asked, looking up at him. A wide grin spread over his head, and with another head tilt, he leant down and kissed you. "Yeah, let's go to yours," he said, before planting another quick peck on your lips and pulling away.

"Do you wanna drink something?" you asked Jungkook once you had entered your apartment. "Just some water would be nice, thanks, Noona." He followed you to the kitchen and back-hugged you as you tried to get the glasses. "Noona-" he cooed, "didn't you wanna pick up where we left off?" That made you laugh, and you turned around to face him. "Didn't you want some water first?" you replied, making him pout childishly. You decided to get the water later and instead wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

He smiled happily and hugged you back as he leant in to kiss. You returned the kiss and started running your fingers through his hair. The kisses were soft and intimate, and your tounges quickly found each other, deepening the kiss as much as possible. You felt his hands sneak up under your shirt, pushing it up to free your breasts. Pulling away from the kiss, you quickly pulled the shirt over your head for the second time that evening, and then started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing inch after inch of his beautiful body. You involuntarily wet your lips at the sight, which made Jungkook smile and lean back in to kiss you again.

His hands found the hooks of your bra, which he managed unclasp on the first try this time, and you managed to open all the buttons despite not seeing them, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He removed his hands from your body to allow his shirt to fall off, and you pulled off your bra, leaving you both completely shirtless again. This time with no chance of getting interrupted. He bit his lip as he mustered you and raised his hand to feel your soft bumps. Then he leaned in again, kissing down your jaw to your neck, where he sucked and licked your skin, leaving you completely breathless.

You had your arms wrapped around him, feeling the smooth skin of his back and leaving the occasional scratch across it whenever he teased you with a bite. His bulge was back and pressing against you in your tight embrace, and it caused you to clench around nothing. Feeling him and his warmth, his tongue and hand got you back in the mood faster than you thought and you were yearning to feel him. You reached down. You slipped your hands past his waistband to wrap your fingers around him, earning a broken moan at the sudden sensation. He stopped his kisses to rest his head on your shoulder, enjoying your hand pleasuring him gently. Then you felt him move down both his hands to open the button of your pants. He pushed them down a bit, together with your underwear. Suddenly, your hand lost grip on his member as he dropped to pull your bottoms down completely. Without saying a word, he looked up at you. His lips were slightly parted, his face flushed and sweaty strands of hair were starting to stick to his forehead as he mustered your naked figure. He lifted his hands, sneaking them up your thighs, around them, and finally found your butt, giving it a squeeze. You closed your eyes and moaned at the feeling of his hands massaging it when you suddenly felt his warm breath between your legs. He was looking up at you, face hovering only inches from where you needed him most. With hooded eyes, you nodded him permission, and when his lips finally touched you, your head snapped back in extasy. He definitely learned from last time. You guided him on how to please you properly and what you liked, and clearly, he didn't forget. His tongue swept across your entrance up to your clit, which he flicked once before taking it into his mouth and gently sucking on it. He studied your expression, wanting to make sure he was doing it right. If your blissed out expression was anything to go by, he was. With your head tilted, eyes closed and each breath accompanied by a tiny moan, you were enjoying every touch, every flick of his tongue and he could tell.

With boosted confidence, he slid one of his hands around your body to tease your entrance. When his slender fingers touched your slit, both of you moaned out. He pulled back his head while pushing two of his fingers in ever so slightly, gathering up some of your wetness, before pulling them out again. "Fuck," he mumbled, examining his soaked fingers with an expression of pure lust, "how are you so wet already?"

Before you could say anything, he dove back in, mixing open mouthed kisses, licks and sucking while his fingers returned to your heat. He slipped his two fingers back in again, pushing them all the way up this time. You moaned loudly and bucked your hips into him, needing more. He pulled back and looked up at you again when he curled up his fingers like you taught him. He was searching for your sweet spot. He knew he found it when you cried out in pleasure and he made sure he kept running over it with every thrust of his hand. You were getting close, but you wanted more, even when he returned his lips to your nub. You wanted to have him inside you, to have him moan as much as he was making you and to have him writhing under your every touch. So you grabbed his hair and pulled him away from you. He looked up at you, a little scared he did something wrong, but you just urged him to get up. "Bedroom," was all you managed, as you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the kitchen.

As soon as you reached your bed, you pushed him on the bed and kneeled in front of him. You ran your hands up his thighs before you reached the waistband of his pants and started pulling them down, together with his underwear and he lifted his hips up so you could slip the fabric down. His cock finally sprang free, throbbing from being aroused for such a long time with such little attention. It looked too inviting to waste any more time, so you quickly got up and climbed atop of Jungkook. You aligned yourself with his tip and slowly lowered yourself, taking him in inch by inch. He threw back his head, and a loud moan escaped his lips, and he quickly bit them, trying to keep his composure. You were so aroused and wet that the stretch held no pain at all so you could quickly speed up, relishing in the feeling of fullness that was lacking a minute ago. Jungkook looked completely lost in lust, and although he tried to keep quiet, he started not caring, and moans and whines quickly began to leave his swollen lips. You couldn't stop looking at him. Sweaty, flushed and completely gone, he was lying beneath you, moaning your name. When you moved one of your hands to attend to your clit, you realised just how close you were already. Not wanting to end it just yet, you decided to switch positions and give Jungkook a view he loved very much. Your butt. You quickly lifted yourself off his cock and climbed off him, only to straddle him again the other way around. 

"Oh my god," you heard him moan breathlessly as he grabbed your butt. He looked up at you watching him over your shoulder. You gave him a quick cheeky smile before you grabbed his member and took him in again. Your hand moved from his shaft back to your clit as his switched to grab your hips, helping you keep up your rhythm as you slowly got lost in the pleasure. The pace of both your hand and your hips quickened gradually, building up to your sweet release that you needed so desperately.

"Ah, Noona-" you heard Jungkook cry out, mixed with moans of painful pleasure, and it caused your entire body tense up even more. As he continued his moaning, his hands kept digging into your hips, and he suddenly used his firm grip to hold you in place, as he propped himself up on his feet. Then he started thrusting into you from below at a much faster pace than you could manage and loud groans blessed your ears when pleasure took over him. "Fuck, Noona," he whined, relentlessly ramming into you, hitting all the right spots. You were getting dangerously close. You could feel your walls tighten, your body stiffen and your mind going blank as you neared your high. "God I'm so close." You could barely make out the breathy words, but you had enough built up pressure that it sent you over the edge. Rubbing your clit through your orgasm, your walls started convulsing around his rock hard shaft, and you cried out his name. Feeling you come around his dick made him cry out, and although you were getting sensitive, you let him continue chasing his own release. He came a mere seconds after you, spilling his hot load inside of you with a deep grunt as he pressed your hips down onto his. You could feel his member twitch in you as it coated your walls with the last bit of his release. After a minute catching your breath, you got off of him, strings of cum and your juices dripping down your thighs and down his softening cock.

You chuckled as you reached for some tissues you had next to your nightstand. "So much for taking your hyung's advice and using condoms," you teased as looked at him lying on the bed still heavily breathing. "What's the use?" he laughed, "you're on the pill, and we're both clean." "I know that, but your hyungs seemed concerned," you replied, wiping yourself clean, then taking to box and handing it to him. "They don't need to know everything," he grinned, and you laughed. You got off the bed, deciding to clean up your things and get dressed.

"Huh? Where are my clothes?" you wondered when you realised they were nowhere to be found. "Kitchen," Jungkook replied from the bed. "Right! Water!" you suddenly remembered and hurried to the kitchen, hearing Jungkook laugh as you left.

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Varúlfur - part 1

Werewolf Jungkook x Reader Words: ~3,500 Keywords: … Blood, a little gore etc (I swear it gets better)

He was frantically running.  His paws were flying over the soft ground effortlessly as he followed the faint aroma he picked up earlier. The same smell that made him break all chains and escape his safe haven, a little house in the woods he had bought specifically for these nights. 

Full moon nights. 

The scent was getting stronger and further reduced his already redundant consciousness with every new breath he took. He was obsessed with it.  With his head down, he was sniffing the ground cautiously, making sure he didn’t lose it. It grew stronger and stronger, and he knew he must be close to whatever was emitting it. He had to find it and make it his.

When he was still in his hut, chains around his ankles and neck, his remaining human soul was patiently waiting for the monthly nightmare to be over.  Waiting to be in control over his senses again. But when a car passed by on the street outside and the wind carried a precious scent towards him, he lost any remaining control over his changed form.  He howled, growled and fought his chains until he managed to rid himself of his restraints and jumped out the window in a frenzy to follow it.

You were walking down the little path on the outskirts of the forest next to the town in which you lived. After a night of drinking and dancing with your friends, you had all shared a cab back home from the nearest city, and now you were walking home from your friend’s place where the cab had dropped you off. It was late at night, but it was a quiet and safe town; therefore you had no need to worry.

The worst thing on your mind was that your feet were hurting like hell in your stiletto heels, so you sat down on a bench to take them off and walk barefoot when you heard something. There was rustling in the bushes behind you. And.. Snarling? What?

There were no dangerous animals in these woods, nothing bigger than a fox, but foxes don’t growl like that. Instinctively your heart started pounding, and your throat grew tight with fear as you heard the heavy dog-like pants getting closer.

Run, you thought, jumped up from the bench ready to sprint down the street, thinking it must be a boar or maybe even a bear that got lost and somehow ended up here. And it was probably hungry. Scared but curious, you quickly turned to check what it was and froze up in fear when you saw the unnaturally massive creature in the bushes behind you.

It was no bear nor a boar. It was a wolf. Or.. was it?

There was no time to think anymore and finally started running as the creature launched at you with a loud bark; burning yellow eyes fixated on you, long canines glistening in the street lights and saliva dripping from its jaw as it effortlessly leapt over the bench in pursuit of its prey. You screamed in terror and started crying, sure that it would be the end of your life and your shrieks tore through the night, disturbing the peaceful silence.  You turned back just in time to see it right behind you, ripping open its mouth to bury its sharp fangs into your body. Then you felt the piercing pain in your waist as you fell to the ground screaming at the top of your lungs trying to fight off the hairy beast in an attempt to save your life.

It let go to readjust its grip on you with another horribly painful bite on your leg and started pulling your bleeding body across the rough ground into the dark woods. That’s when you passed out. 

Sunlight was shining through a small window when you opened your eyes. Dull pain hit you the very second you woke up, reminding you immediately of the events of last night. At least, you thought, you woke up at all. The little wooden room you found yourself in was almost entirely empty. Besides a table with a bunch of stuff on it and a shelf, there was nothing else inside of it. Outside, on the other hand, you could hear the birds sing and wind rustling through leaves, telling you, you must still be in the forest. You reached down to check your wounds when to your surprise you couldn’t see them. They were bandaged. Confusion dominated your mind as you tried to come up with an explanation.  If someone had found you why are you not in the hospital?! Why in the world would someone take a bleeding girl, they somehow found in the woods, home to take care of her instead of calling the ambulance and police?  You figured you must’ve fallen into the hands of a psycho when the sound of a key turning in the door ripped you out of your thoughts. Your heart almost stopped, and you froze with renewed fear as the door slowly opened. 

“oh… you woke up…”

No way he was a psycho. The person who entered was young, somewhere around your age and he looked at you through stunning deep eyes full of compassion, his dark hair gracefully framing his fair face. Tall and beautiful he stood there in the doorway, studying you for a while. You couldn’t quite decipher his expression, but for a second you were sure you saw guilt. He sighed and approached you, carrying a platter full of a wide arrangement of food and sat down next to you on the floor crossed his legs and put down the dish. 

Still dumbfounded you didn’t say anything, just stared at him, admittedly a bit lost in his eyes. He sighed again and looked away. “Eat,” he said, ”you must be hungry.” “…not really,” you replied. In truth he was right, you were super hungry, but you didn’t trust him one bit. Even if he was the most good-looking man, you had ever laid eyes on. Or maybe it was because of that.

“Um.. could you take me to the hospital, please? I really need medical attention,” you tried instead.  “No. I can’t” he replied with no hesitation, “I’m honestly sorry, but there is no way you can go to a hospital.”  “What? Why in the world-” you started, but he cut you off. “I’m so sorry. You can’t begin to imagine how sorry I am. Honestly, I would want nothing more than being able to take you to a doctor, but I can’t.“ He paused at the desperate and scared look on your face. He then gestured towards the tray of delicious looking foods.

“It’s not poisoned or drugged or anything I promise. Eat now. You need the energy to heal up quickly, okay?”

He walked towards the door. “You’re not leaving this place for now, so you have no other choice anyway” he quietly added before exiting the room. You watched the door shut and heard the keys turn again. He locked you in here. Tears filled up your eyes as fear took over you once again and you cried for a while thinking about your friends and family, who you’d probably never see again if you died in here and wondered how you got into this mess. 

He was a psycho after all.

When he woke up that morning, he was laying half on top of you, like a dog guarding his toy, covered in blood from head to toe with hands and neck still in the large iron fetters he had ripped off the wall the previous evening. He felt disgusting.  Guilt crept up on him when he recovered vague memories of what had happened. He sat up and saw you. Beautiful and fragile you laid there in front of him, covered in bruises, cuts and blood. A trail of red tinted mud and painted leaves headed up the stairs of the front porch and led to the spot he was laying with you. It looked sickening. Shaken to his core at the scene in front of him, he tumbled up and fled towards the trees, trembling. The taste of blood in his mouth and the reality of what he’d done proved too much to handle, and he threw up. Shivering, he was clinging on to a tree, hot tears flowing down his cheeks, as he realised he had murdered someone. He didn’t know then, that he hadn’t actually killed you. That, he only found out after returning to the porch to clean up the mess he created, to somehow make the horrible night disappear so he could try and forget about it, knowing full well it would haunt him for the rest of his life.  When he saw your chest rise and fall in shallow breaths, he broke down and cried again. Sitting next to you, he pitied you with all his heart, wondering, if you would’ve been better off dead rather than sharing this nightmare of a fate. 

If you survived, it meant you were infected. You were like him now. A werewolf.  And with the next full moon, you would transform for the first time, a painful procedure, still hurting him every time even after all these years. 

He had carried you inside, he had taken care of your injuries, had driven to the pharmacy and gotten painkillers and ointment. He had spent the day by your side and taken care of you while you were still unconscious.  Then he drove back to the city, to drop by his home and go to a supermarket to get you food for when you woke up. Not knowing what you liked he got everything he could think of.  What if you were vegan? Or gluten intolerant?  He wanted to cover all the bases and ended up buying enough for 3 or 4 people before he hurried back to the cottage. By the time he arranged everything on the platter and went back to your room you had woken up.  You were looking at him in terror and pain. It shattered his heart to look at you. 

Now he was standing outside of your room. He could hear you sob aloud and it made him feel lousy. He didn’t know what to say to you, how to explain this mess and he had ended up being rude. He was aware that he sounded like a criminal or something when he talked to you earlier. He wanted to come inside, to hug you and cry with you and mostly apologise. Apologise for what he did to you yesterday, apologise for the pain he had caused you and for all the pain still awaiting you. But what was an apology worth when he had changed your life forever.

“Hey, psycho…” He heard from inside your room after the sobbing died down a little and it hurt hearing that. Of course, you would think that of him. What else would you think after he had locked you in a room telling you weren’t going anywhere like a creep instead of hurrying to a doctor. He wished he could’ve taken you, he wished they could’ve fixed you, but you were one of them now. Only you didn’t know. You didn’t know that your wounds were already rapidly healing, that any doctor would’ve caught on, would’ve noticed the abnormal behaviour of your body and he couldn’t have let that happen. Werewolves were living ok because no one knew of them. They had come up with methods of hiding, and they had worked. Werewolf hunts had died down around the 16th century, and people forgot. Folklore, they called it, and people nowadays believed it was all a myth. Fiction. But it wasn’t, and he swore he was not going to be the reason of their people dying again, they suffered enough already. So he had no choice. He knew you’d be fine anyways.

“Hey Psycho, I know you’re theere” you continued calling for him quietly.

The door opened with a creak and Mr Psycho stepped in again. He was truly gorgeous, you thought, too bad he was crazy. You noticed he was carrying a thick book with him this time as he turned to lock the door behind him. 

As if I’d try to run with all these injuries you thought to yourself. The pain had died down a lot, but you concluded he must’ve slipped you painkillers after he had found you in the forest or something. 

“I’m not a psycho. Stop calling me that,” he muttered.  “Right and I’m not locked up in here when I should be in a hospital,” you started again. “Just my luck that a psycho finds me in the forest after a rabid monster attacks me. I might actually have rabies now! Please! You have to take me to the city!” you continued, trying not to yell out in frustration.  “Stop it,” he snapped, “Please. Stop calling me a psycho. You don’t know how awful I feel about all of this. Besides, you don’t have rabies you’re perfectly fine,” he said assertively while still facing the door just his head tilted towards you.“How would you know?! How could you possibly know that? You didn’t see that thing! Speaking of- how did you even find me?!” you raised your voice at him.  “Please, girl, I’ll explain everything if you just stop yelling accusations at me and listen for a minute!” He replied just as loudly.

He turned around with a stern look on his face and slowly came over to you. You shut up when you saw his face. He looked so miserable and defeated, and you wondered if he was telling the truth about feeling sorry about locking you up here. He sat down and threw the book between you. You read the title. Lycanthropy That’s it. No author or other information. You didn’t know what lycanthropy meant either. “What is this?” you asked confused and looked up at him. He was silent for a moment, just staring at the ground. 

“Your new bible,” he then replied.

You raised an eyebrow at him. He looked up at you with such a serious expression, it erased any doubts you had about him joking. What in the world was he talking about?! After a tense pause, he continued speaking. “I didn’t find you in the forest, I found you walking down the street yesterday night,” he revealed.

“I’m the ’rabid monster’ that brought you here.”

You stared at him in disbelief, and he took note of that. “I know it’s hard to believe me, but you will have to. It’ll all sound like bullshit, you’ll think I’m either mad or messing with you but I’m not. I really wish I was.” He gestured towards the book. “Lycanthropy. From Greek ‘lykos’ meaning wolf and ‘anthropos’ meaning human,” he continued as he looked you in the eyes. “Do you know what the moon looked like yesterday?”

You understood what he was getting at, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take him seriously. He was right about you thinking he was crazy or messing with you, but how could you possibly believe what he was trying to tell you.

“You’re not seriously trying to tell me you’re a fucking werewolf?”

He looked down at the book with a bitter sneer. “omg…you are” you whispered. “I know it sounds ridiculous. Trust me, I know. But yes. That is exactly what I’m trying to tell you, and that’s why I locked you up here instead of taking you to a hospital… You do know what happens when you get bitten by a werewolf, right?” he looked at you with knowing eyes. “I’ve heard…” you said, praying it was untrue.

“I’m sorry,” he said once again.

“No…” you started shaking your head. “No, you’re totally messing with me! Do you think I’m stupid?!” you raised your voice in denial at his implication. “Look for yourself,” he said, hinting at your bandages. You stared at him, looking for the trace of a held back smile to reveal he was joking but found nothing but sadness. You reached for your bandages and frantically started unwrapping them, expecting deep gashes in your body at the memory of the enormous fangs the man claimed were his. The white wraps loosened and fell down revealing your injuries. Nearly healed injuries. 

No, you thought, there must be another explanation for this. Maybe I was out cold longer than a day! I must’ve been! That’s probably what happened. I fell into a coma, and this sick fuck is messing with me for fun. As if he read your thoughts he lifted his hands up in a defensive matter.  “I swear I’m not joking,” he said once again.  “Look, I know it’s hard to believe, but even if you don’t believe me, please play along for now! I can’t risk people finding out about…” he paused for a second, “… us. You didn’t come home yesterday or messaged anyone your friends and family are surely worried about you now,” he continued.

Wait.. was he going to let you go?

You tilted your head sceptically. “I didn’t touch your things. They’re over there,” he pointed to the table. “Go message someone and tell them you’re fine for now.” Of course, he wasn’t… You tried getting up while eyeing him. He didn’t move an inch or tried to stop you, so you walked over to the table and picked up your bag. The wounds were virtually healed and thus hardly hurt anymore. You saw him watching you from his spot on the floor, as you opened the bag and took out your phone. He really wasn’t gonna stop you? What if you called the police? He’s either dumb or naive, you thought as you put your bag back and looked at your phone. You halted when you saw the date. He wasn’t lying after all. Next to a whole bunch of missed calls, the messages on your phone further proved his point.

Sooyon: “Y/N did you get home safe? why aren’t you replying to us? There’s police everywhere and they found blood on the streets to yours!!” 2h ago Sooyon: “U home or what? Did you forget to text us??” 10h ago Sooyon: “ANYWAYS let us know when you’re home!!” 11h ago Sooyon: “Ahahahaha I wish you were here for that- hana just slipped on dog poo!! 😂😂😂” 11h ago

“See,” you suddenly heard him say right behind you and you jumped around. You hadn’t heard him get up, but he was standing opposite you now. “I didn’t lie about this.” Your mouth was agape with shock at the realisation that he actually told the truth. Your deep wounds had indeed healed within a matter of a few hours. “Oh wow…” you whispered and pinched yourself.

“Glad to see you’re finally understanding,” he said and smiled at you for the first time, though it was a pained smile. You took a few seconds to collect yourself, trying hard to keep calm and not break down yelling and crying. When you felt like you could breathe again, you looked up at him, not sure what to feel or what to say. This was crazy. “Um…” you started, voice shaking. “… I… I really don’t know what to say.” He reached out and patted your shoulder reassuringly. “It… has its upsides?” he tried to lift your mood and giggled so innocently it made you smile despite your situation. He suddenly seemed really nice, now that you knew he was actually being honest with you the entire time.

“I’m Jungkook,” he said suddenly. “What’s your name?” “Y/N,” you replied after a couple of seconds, not quite processing the change of mood in the conversation.

“So… you’re gonna tell me what happened and what’s gonna happen next?” you asked him. “Of course I will! I owe you an explanation at the very least after what I’ve done to you,” he shook his head. “I know it’s probably the most ridiculous thing to say right now but… don’t worry? I promise I’ll help you with everything you need to know and you’ll get used to it real soon!” he said and it made you smile again. Funny how the psycho from a minute ago suddenly seemed so sweet and trustworthy to you. “But seriously, Y/N, text your friends back first!”

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JUNGKOOK FIC

This was a request by @delightfulness-ela (SPOILER warning for the request though)

-Diri

Old Enough

Jungkook x Noona Words: ~2,400 Keywords: Age gap?

You checked your phone. It was 8:49 pm.

You had spent your entire day with Jungkook, your good friend. That wasn’t a lie, but also not entirely true.

Truth is, you liked each other. A lot. 

You both knew that too. It was obvious. The way you two looked at each other would’ve been enough to make a blind person notice. You were always stealing glances, touching each other whenever it wouldn’t seem weird. You both knew how much you longed for each other, how much you both fantasised about being together but neither of you acted on it.

Why?

Because you were older than him. 4 years to be precise and for some reason, you had always felt that your undeniable attraction towards him was somehow wrong. That you shouldn’t see him that way. That he should be like a younger brother to you - like he used to be before he became a man right in front of your eyes. Heck, he hasn’t even been of legal age for long! 

Thoughts like that filled your mind whenever you found yourself looking at him, whenever you caught your heart beating faster at his touch. But you could never break off contact, you knew that. The guilt killed you, tortured you but it couldn’t keep you from thinking about him. It couldn’t stop you from dreaming about him every night, longing for him so much it hurt. It just made you feel shit. So you tried your best to suppress your feelings, hating yourself for not being able to, and you tried your best to keep treating him like a brother. 

He noticed that. He knew that you liked him. He knew that you hated it.  So as much as it hurt, as much as it pained him, he tried to play along. For your sake, hoping that one day you will give him a chance.

You had met him around noon. He just came back from tour the day before so you hadn’t seen him for months and you were super excited to spend some time with him again. Of course, you had texted, had talked over Skype, but seeing him in person was something else. His presence, his smell, his touch. You had missed him so much when he was gone that you were almost too ashamed to admit it to yourself.

First, you had some brunch, then you went shopping a little and then just strolled around for a while, catching up. You hit the arcade, you went bowling. Avoiding people as much as possible was not all that hard for you anymore, you learned where to go when and even if you were seen, your friendship was public but why provoke it. Dating rumours had stirred up a while ago, it wasn’t pretty, but they mostly died down quickly and things went back to normal soon. 

When it got late he had told you to go home and wait for him, he had something to take care of and would come over after to ‘watch a movie or something’ so that’s what you had done. Now, you were sitting on your sofa, waiting for him. 

Ding-Dong

You shot up from the sofa and ran to open the door. Of course, you already knew who it was, but you checked the camera anyway and a fond smile crept up on your face. You opened up quickly and waited by the door for him to make it up to your apartment.

When he got out of the elevator you saw that he was carrying-

“PIZZA!”  you squealed happily. You hadn’t really noticed that you hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, but now that you saw and smelled the pizza the feeling of hunger struck you like a truck. “Omg you’re the best, Kookie, I’m starving!” “Of course I am!” He replied with a silly cocky expression.  Once inside, you took the pizza boxes out of his hands to allow him to bend down to take off his shoes. “Top one’s yours,” he said with a smile, looking up at you.

You opened the box and smiled. Of course. It was your favourite. He always knew exactly what you liked and would always make sure you get it. You didn’t even have to tell him anymore.

Jungkook suggested a movie you could watch while eating, one that Namjoon had recommended, and you had wholeheartedly agreed. So you sat on the sofa, put the movie on and ate your pizzas, joking around and thoroughly enjoying yourselves.

He had put a pillow between his crossed legs on which he had put the hot pizza but now that you were done eating he was hugging it instead. You watched him, watched how his beautiful arms wrapped around the pillow, his eyes pinned to the screen. The movie was interesting no doubt but you just couldn’t seem to concentrate on it. What you didn’t know was that neither could he - he stared at the screen to not stare at you, partly because he could see you staring.  You hadn’t seen him in so long and your mind was clouded, consumed with thoughts of him, him cuddling the pillow… him cuddling you and before you could the memories of that one night came back to you again and made your heart pound hard.

That night, he had come over late and stayed for a long time. He stayed so long you both got really tired. You can’t recall how it went, but somehow you woke up the next morning together. In your bed. Cuddling. When you slowly woke up that day you had a smile plastered on your face. You felt safe, warm and happy. It took you a while to process your surroundings but after a while, you noticed that arms were tightly wrapped around you, your arm around someone too, your legs tangled up and a familiar, beloved scent in your nose.

Your heart started racing. 

You didn’t want to open your eyes at first, feeling like if you did you admitted you were awake and would feel obliged to move away. To break this wonderful moment. So you stayed like that for a while, trying to burn this moment into your memory, sure that it won’t ever happen again. After a while, the urge to open your eyes to see him grew too much and you gave in, opening them to the most beautiful sight you had ever seen.  There he was, right in front of you and in the bright morning light shining through the windows, laying between your white sheets with his hair ruffled up from sleeping he looked like an angel.

You suppressed your urge to either cry or kiss him and you swore to yourself you would forevermore treasure this moment, taking in every little detail, saving it in a safe place of your memory before you decided to move away, careful not to wake him up and you never spoke of it again.

Ever since then, not a night passed where you wouldn’t lay awake in your bed thinking about it. Thinking about how wondrous it was waking up next him, waking up in his soothing embrace and you dreamed about how it would be having him there with you, falling asleep in his arms.

The movie was over by now, not that either of you really watched what happened but neither of you said anything and you started cleaning up. You saw him check his phone a few times and you noticed all the messages he had. He had ignored his phone almost all day but you knew he had many responsibilities to get to. Suddenly you felt a little bad for hogging his entire day. You didn’t really plan to but time flew by and he didn’t say anything about having to go so you didn’t either. You put the last glass in the dishwasher and went back to the living room where he had put all the pillows back in place and sat down next to him once more.

He checked his phone again and sighed. “I really gotta go, Y/N…” “Oh…” you said quietly, sounding a lot sadder than you intended. “Aw come on don’t sound so sad! It’s super late already plus I really have to catch up on practice since I spent all day with you!” he chuckled and gave you his signature smile. “Whatever!” you replied, “I wasn’t even sad”, smiling back at him while getting up from your spot. “It was nice though-” you continued “-to spend time with you again.” You quietly added “I missed you so much” to yourself, sure he couldn’t hear.

You knew you had spent all day together but still- if you were honest with yourself you really didn’t want to let him go yet. That’s why you found yourself trying to extend the time you spent as much as possible.

You walked him to the door, then downstairs, then outside.  You walked down the street with him, only for a block or so, and that’s when you finally stopped.  The cool night breeze was gently blowing through your hair, blowing across your exposed skin sending a little tingling shiver through your body.

Then you were tightly hugging each other goodbye, way longer than necessary, as usual. Maybe it was the contrast between his warmth and the cold air that felt so good or maybe because you hadn’t seen him for so long but tonight, more than ever, you didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want him to leave, leave you for another night alone wishing he was there with you.

With your heads in each others neck, pressed against each other, you took in the smell of his cologne, his wonderful smell that you could never get enough of. You squeeze him tighter, longing for more closeness which you knew a hug would never satisfy. You could feel his racing heartbeat against your body, could feel his breath on your neck and you started losing yourself in his presence when suddenly he spoke. He spoke in a soft, sad voice, almost like a whisper only you could hear.

“Noona… what are we doing?”

You could feel your heart start pounding faster. You paused for a bit. “I don’t know…” you replied just as softly as he had and pulled away from the intimate embrace your goodbye hug had evolved into once again. He kept hold of your hands, keeping you from moving away too far. “I know you like me just as much as I like you,” he continued. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you quickly said, trying to act oblivious while looking down with a pained expression.

“Don’t lie to me”

You stayed quiet, still staring at your feet, not knowing what else to say to him. You didn’t dare to look at him because you know seeing his face would worsen the tightness you felt in your chest. “Noona…” he spoke again. 

“Go out with me.”

Shocked at the sudden unexpected boldness he displayed you looked up at him. His eyes locked with yours, a curious expression on his face, full of determination and longing. His voice was quiet and almost shaky but oddly sure at the same time. You sighed and looked to the side, not wanting to face him for what you were about to say. “Jungkook, you’re 4 years-” “I’m not a child!” he snapped, interrupting you before you could finish.

You looked back at him in surprise, locking eyes and you saw frustration written on his face. He mustered you for a second before he suddenly leant in, wrapped his arm around you once again and locked his lips with yours. Shocked, you didn’t move at first, not quite yet processing that Jeon Jungkook, your beloved Jeon Jungkook was kissing you. When you finally did, you kissed him back, kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling him closer with one hand while going through his soft silky hair with the other. You could feel him follow your lead, moving a hand to the small of your back, pulling you as close as possible. The kiss grew more passionate, needier, reflecting how both of you finally fulfilled a long locked up desire, finally got to feel each other’s lips, something you only ever dared dream in secret.  The intensity of it was overwhelming. Your mind was blank while your heart was raging. You didn’t know how a person could possibly contain so many emotions swirling up at once and a tear formed in the corner of your tightly shut eye. You smiled into the kiss as the single tear rolled down your cheek.

As the initial vehemence of the kiss calmed down it grew softer, full of love and fondness for each other as you relaxed a little, releasing your tight grip on him and so did he, his hands now resting on your waist while yours were wrapped loosely around his shoulders.

“Am I still a kid to you, Noona?” he said out of breath when you finally broke the kiss. He rested his forehead on yours, your noses touching fleetingly. He removed one of his hands from your lower back, moving it up to caress your cheek and stroke your hair while he continued to speak again. “I know I’m younger than you but I love you Y/N, I only want you, only ever wanted you… You drive me crazy...” The last part was no more than a whisper, and with a soft look in eyes, he leant in for a kiss again. Only a brief loving peck on the lips this time. “I know you want to.. so please, date me already” Your heart was going crazy and for the first time, your mind wasn’t telling you to stop and back off. This time it said ‘You know what? He’s right. He’s not a kid anymore and you are not weird for liking him. Go ahead.’ You could feel your eyes wet again, happy beyond words that your mind had set you free and instead of replying you kissed him with a smile on your face.  “Okay, kid,” you said with a chuckle and he childishly pouted at your joke.

“I’ll date you.”

#longest fic so far!!! #YEY #wait for the SEQUEL #i hope you like it #bts #bts scenarios #bts request #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x noona #jungkook x reader #bts reactions #dirrific

[bringthestories]

Hi there~ do you think you can maybe do protective Jin/Jimin?

Of course I can love! I’m super excited to get this blog started! OMG

I finished writing Jimin’s scenario and I’m now working on Jin’s but I thought why let you wait for this when it’s already done? SO here you go! (Jin’s will follow soon promise!) I hope this is kind of what you meant by protective?

It’s my first ever fanfiction so it’s probably crap (especially the dialogue) but I still really hope you like it! If not send me another ask and I’ll redo it

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Jimin x ReaderWords: ~1,400Keywords: Jealous Jimin

Trigger warning: sexual harrassment, violence

Geez, do you ever shut up?! you thought as the lighting assistant intern kept telling you about his oh so important work on set. You didn’t even remember his name, but you had noticed how he kept eying you from across the room during the set up for a v-live show BTS was about to do. 

You were on set because you started seeing Jimin about a month or so ago although you weren’t official yet. Honestly, you hardly had chances to meet and spend some time in private because his schedule was super tight AND you had to keep it secret. This means no cute dates in cafes or holding hands or any public display of affection really. No, this means Jimin sneaking you on sets pretending to be staff so you get to spend at least some time together. Romantic, I know but as much as you were yearning to be public, you knew that it’s best for everyone this way, at least for now. 

And really, it was cute. It was cute how he looked at you when no one else was watching, how he gave you little smiles and accidentally brushed your hand when grabbing something next to you. It was cute how he always tried to have you near, even if you barely interacted. It kept it exciting. Even now, after a month of dating, you still felt the butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw him and you knew he felt the same way by the shy smiles he gave you. You loved those. There was nothing like watching his eyes crinkle up to the point where they’re almost closed whenever you caught him staring and then watching him look away, blushing. You couldn’t deny you were the happiest person on earth whenever you were with him. So what if it was in secret, he made sure you met a lot. 

However, there was one problem with the secrecy. Only one. One big one. It was the fact that no one else knew you were taken. Sure, all the other members knew, their managers knew and probably most of the other BigHit employees knew too since you were in an out of the building a lot, but outside of that circle? You were a… “fish in the sea” so to say.

Like right now. This random stranger had started talking to you the second the show started and he was released from his set-up duties. He jumped at the opportunity to talk to you when you went to grab a drink and he’s been telling you about himself ever since.You sipped your water and let your eyes wander across the room searching for someone to save you, but everyone was busy making sure things ran smoothly. After all, BTS was live! You sighed in defeat and accepted your fate, halfheartedly listening to what the intern was telling you. Soon enough he kept moving closer to you. He evolved to occasionally touching your shoulder and arm making more and more uncomfortable. Looking for an escape plan your eyes fell on Jimin. He was sitting next to his Hyungs supposedly answering questions for the live interview however, he was clearly not focused on that at all. Instead, he was intensely staring at you and the stranger who was leaning in closely. Way too close. Way too touchy. 

If looks could kill the intern would be long gone. The thought of him being this jealous made you smile a little to yourself when the sudden feeling of a hand on your back made you jump out of your thoughts. “Hey Y/N! Are you even listening?” the boy said while his hand moved towards your waist. “Or are you just that shy?” he continued, with a smug smile on his face that made you want to slap him hard. You could see Jimin tensing up even more than before, his knuckles white from fighting the urge to rush over and kick some ass.

“Ah, I’m sorry! I.. uh I got distracted. Come again?” you replied hurriedly, not wanting to cause a scene. You tried to shuffle away but he held on to your waist tightly, leant in even closer and continued to talk. You were sure now that he knew exactly you were not interested- but he didn’t plan on letting you go. A hint of panic came over you when you felt his hand creep downwards.

“So yeah- we all worked really hard on the comeback! I hope ARMY will enjoy our new songs and stream them a lot!” Rap monster was saying to the camera, slowly bringing the v-live stream to an end. “We’re really excited for the promot-”

This is when he was interrupted.

“YAH!” 

With a loud thud, the chair he was sitting on fell over. Jimin had suddenly jumped up and informally yelled at a staff member. The others had noticed him not being focused and had deliberately not asked him to answer any questions in hopes the viewers wouldn’t notice. Now, this.  “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” he yelled as he was rushing past the camera towards his girlfriend. With a little too much force, he pushed the guy who stumbled backwards and fell into the drink table.

After the initial shock moment, the entire room was in a sudden state of uproar. Some people were desperately trying to save the situation and abruptly ending the broadcast while others, including the members, rushed over to the scene and tried to calm the situation down. “SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND YOU BASTARD!”

Jimin had completely lost it when the guy had moved his hand further down and grabbed your butt. Now you were trying to pull your boyfriend away and with the help of Jungkook somehow managed to drag him to an adjacent room. Now he was pacing up and down trying to calm down and everyone was slowly processing what had happened. You could already imagine all the headlines this would cause.

BTS’ Park Jimin lost it during a live broadcast and pushed a staff member into a table. Oh god.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”Jimin stood in front of you. His face read a messy mixture of emotions. So much had happened so suddenly that it was hard to think of something to say.“When I saw him… You know… He touched you a-and you looked so scared … I don’t know … I couldn’t stop myself!”You could see the frustration building up in him again. “I know I should’ve kept my composure! I caused such a scene- how am I supposed to save this. I’m so sorry Y/N.”He looked down, obviously still very upset about what had happened.“No… thank you Jimin.” He looked at you in surprise and you gave him a soft smile. “I mean I don’t know what will happen next but I’m sure we’ll work it out!” you tried to reassure him. “I know we haven’t… said this before…” you continued. “but… I love you, Park Jimin, I really do. That’s why I know we’ll work this out! I promise it’ll be okay.”You could see the tension suddenly leaving his body as he stared at you for a few seconds before replying. “I love you too Y/N.”You fell into a hug and stayed like that for a bit until people started coming in looking for him.He pulled away and smiled at you. “I think it’s time people know you’re mine and mine only.”

You knew things would get a bit messy for a while now, but secretly you were happy that your secret was not so secret anymore.

#first ever fic #bts scenarios #bts request #bts jimin #jimin #dirrific #minific #update: re-reading this I realised the ending really needs a do-over haha not that I'm gonna do it now... but sometime in the future