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qawcamiz · 1 year

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Zhongli x fem reader where zhongli is working all week and can barely spend time w yn so when he got free time yn tried to lead him to 'it' but zhongli won so he got to eat her out instead ☹️☹️☹️💖💖💖 I can't see any zhongli smuts 💔💔💔

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(NSFW): angst & smut, oral sex/f receiving (no proofread as usual :sadface:)

a/notes: I can't believe y'all... it's almost week for uhhh and yall r asking for these 💀💀 ANYWAYS I've been so busy, my apologies for not updating for like weeks idfk TT, I'll try to be more active now, I'll be doing the requests !!

notes: if there r mistakes, MY BADD!!! I'm writinf this amd irs like 5am rn 🔫 ILL B FIXINF IT TMRRRWWW 🙌🏻😭😭😭 IM SO DLEEPY RN

Zhongli puts his career first, which is tough, considering his job entails a lot of work and a very short rest. He barely even spends his time with you, he just has to commute to work every day. Every morning you wake up without Zhongli by your side, heck it's indeed a miracle you can fall asleep without his presence, but that's all there is to it. It's not like Zhongli doesn't want to be here at home with you, it's more like he has to get to work early every morning and is only able to come home late at night because his boss won't let him go home yet, which means he'll never get to sleep properly.

every time Zhongli comes home he sees that you fell asleep on the couch, reading a book you've borrowed from his bookshelf. You always read whenever you're tired, it seems like your dearest thing to do. So it isn't odd seeing you curled up on the couch while reading the same book over and over. Zhongli realized that you tried to keep yourself awake to wait for him to get home from work so you could cuddle in bed before going back to sleep. he feels so bad about it, you're always tired after the long day you had and he couldn't even spend some quality time with you. but one thing is for sure, Zhongli loves how peaceful you look when you sleep.

One night, Zhongli informed you that he would be able to go home early tonight and you immediately brightened up. You were so delighted to hear him telling you that he was coming home later than expected. So you made a bunch of dinners as quickly as you could to make him feel better about leaving early. You were so happy with the news to the point that you imagined what tonight would be like with him finally by your side.

But all of those images shattered when Zhongli went straight to your shared room, Not even bothering to close the main door behind himself or even share you a glance. He looked as if his whole world had crumbled down around his feet and you felt so helpless, but it was too late now, he already went inside and closed the door softly behind him. Although it bothered you, You soothed yourself that it must probably be because he was just drowsy from working hard all week, but deep down you knew that it wasn't just that. The fact was that both of you barely talk considering his occupied schedule, you know you shouldn't pressure him or expect anything in return for such a short amount of time together. But still, you can't help but miss him, so you waited anxiously until his eyes landed on you.

Looks like, for you, The fascination he had been feeling towards you all this time had dissipated completely in an instant. Like he didn't feel anything anymore, it was as if everything he had felt about you before disappeared overnight. Now, it felt empty, void, almost as if you were a spirit, and nothing could bring you back into existence again. Even worse, you felt lonely without your boyfriend.

Was he seeing someone else? Did he find somebody else better than you? Many questions lingered inside of your mind and you wanted to resist the urge to just shout out all these questions, but all that came out was your heartbroken cry. You were so hopeless, so frustrated that you felt like crying tears of blood. But somehow, you managed to hold them back. Your feelings mustn’t affect him any further, he needs to take care of himself right now and you’d rather give him space than force him. If he wanted to spend the rest of the night with you, He would have done it by now...

When you finally got the courage to go and see what had happened, Zhongli was standing in front of the closet, staring blankly. His back facing you and his left arm hanging limp at his side as if he couldn't muster up any strength to move. Your breath hitched as a tear fell from your eye and your body moved forward automatically, without thinking. You weren't aware of what you were doing but what you know is how it felt so good to finally have your arms wrapped around him. You buried your face in his back and held him tight as if trying to keep him from vanishing into thin air.

He stayed silent, unmoving in your embrace, and you were about to break down completely when he suddenly turned around. His head rested against your shoulder as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you tight too. Your eyes teared up even more and you sobbed openly, clutching onto him as if you'd never seen him for decades. You were so terrified, but you also felt like laughing hysterically. The relief, joy, and satisfaction you felt were overwhelming, it took a second for you to calm down enough to breathe properly. But you didn't let go of him either. As if you needed to reassure yourself that he was there. That he was there. “I miss you... so much... Zhongli..." you cried into his shirt, still clinging to him as tightly as possible.

"I miss you a lot too, I'm sorry..." he said softly, rubbing circles in your back to calm you. You knew Zhongli wants to say something, but all of his words failed him and you could tell he was struggling just as much as you are. After several minutes, when you calmed down a bit and your breathing returned to normal, "Y/n... I—"

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, silencing him instantly. You didn't care, all you cared about was making up for the lost time. You kissed him like you meant to kiss him forever and you weren't willing to let him go even for a single minute, And Zhongli noticed how fast and frantic your kisses were getting, but he didn't complain at all. He just held you tighter and deepened your kiss, letting himself forget how hard he had worked today, how tired he felt, and most importantly, he forgot that you were waiting for him. All he know was he wants you, and you want him, so what was stopping the both of you from doing this?

His kisses were soft and gentle, but it wasn't long before his hands wandered under your shirt, running across your skin teasingly, making goosebumps appear on your exposed skin. Then they traveled southwards, caressing the curves of your stomach, then moving downwards. And all of a sudden you found yourself gasping for air, feeling so overwhelmed and breathless by his touch, but at the same time, he continued kissing you as if he hadn't done that in months, which he did.

Then, he unbuttoned your shirt and began kissing all along your collarbones and down to your chest, sucking on the spot where his thumb had just touched moments before. You whimpered softly, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on yours again and again, to melt into him, as if your bodies were made to fit perfectly together, like pieces of the same puzzle. You grabbed onto his hair, pulling him closer and deepening your kiss. Zhongli groaned and pulled away slightly, his lips brushing against yours once more.

You felt Zhongli's large palm against your breasts, you kept quiet, you didn't want to ruin this moment. Instead, you just leaned into his touch and allowed yourself to relax and enjoy his warm mouth on your skin. But Zhongli was relentless, he loved playing the seductress whenever he felt like it, so he proceeded to push you back onto the mattress and straddle you in one swift movement, pinning you down to the mattress with his strong arms as he kissed you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him tighter, craving his kisses and touches.

Suddenly, Zhongli's hands started roaming all over your body, and you could barely even breathe, he was touching you everywhere and you wanted nothing more but to let him touch you even more. You looked away as you felt yourself growing wetter when he pressed his body against yours, and soon you could feel how hard he was becoming against your abdomen. It made you feel so divine as if he was your heater and you just wanted to snuggle up closer to him, so you did. You let yourself fall deeper into his kisses as your hands ran through his hair, gripping the strands, he started grinding up against your crotch, making you moan and gasp out loud.

You took off his tie and loosened his suit jacket, pushing his shirt down to reveal his toned torso underneath. You started tracing circles on the skin below his chest with your hand, trying not to think about his bulge pressing against your stomach. Just then Zhongli's hands reached up towards your bra, undid it, and pushed it aside. Your breast tingled painfully as he sucked the sensitive flesh, and before you knew it you were squirming beneath him and reaching down with your free hand to unbuckle his belt. You tugged at his trousers impatiently, you needed him to get rid of them so you could feel him inside you again.

Zhongli seemed to have understood what you were hinting, However, he wanted to tease you a little first before he gave you what you wanted, his fingers fiddling with the zip of his pants, you were waiting for him to open it, but he suddenly stopped, looking at you with lust clouding his gaze. He was aroused to see you beneath him, after the exhausting day, you could see it clearly, but instead of saying it aloud, he just stared at you for some seconds longer, He slowly leaned forward again, kissing you deeply, and he started sucking and nibbling at your lower lip, while his other hand stroked gently down your thigh, grazing against your inner thighs. he took off your panties slowly, making sure to take his time to tease you, teasing your clit with his fingers before sliding his finger inside. Your back arched as you moaned softly, he placed another soft kiss against your neck and trailed down to your collarbone, leaving hickeys in his wake. You gasped loudly as his tongue entered your mouth, taking his time to taste every part of you.

After a while, he pulled away and removed his finger from your cunt. You panted heavily and looked at him, "W-Why'd you stop...?" you asked, your voice laced with disappointment. Zhongli didn't answer and continued on his way down to your stomach, trailing kisses along the length of your belly button. When he was close to you, he stopped and raised his face again, giving you an enigmatic smile as he gazed at you with burning eyes. Your hands instinctively reached his hair and tangled your fingers in it as you felt his tongue on your clit. The heat from his saliva seeping between your folds was almost unbearable and you gripped his hair harder, needing more of him.

Zhongli licked up your clit and you clenched your teeth when his warm tongue swirled around your clit, circling it delicately as he suckled your clit harder. Then he slid his tongue slowly between your folds, swirling it around delicately as he teased you relentlessly. You could hardly stand it anymore, you clutched the sheets and tried your best to remain quiet, hoping Zhongli wouldn't hear you. Fortunately for him, he did, because he smirked evilly and slowly moved his tongue inside of you, slowly pumping your clit, driving you crazy.

Your whole body shook uncontrollably with each thrust his tongue gave, your body twitching and tensing with pleasure now and then. He was relentless and merciless with his tongue, sucking on your clit faster and harder, driving you insane until you couldn't stand it any longer. you broke out into a string of incoherent sounds and moans as he continued to pump his tongue furiously inside of you, sucking harder and harder and making you lose control of your body.

"I-Im close..." you whimpered in pure ecstasy, grabbing tightly onto his hair, digging your nails into his scalp painfully, and Zhongli smiled wickedly, knowing he was going to drive you to insanity until you couldn't handle it anymore. His tongue went faster and faster, thrusting in and out of you with fervor, and before you know it, you were coming. He watched with satisfaction as your whole body shuddered violently and you came undone around him, cumming all over his tongue.

When you finally came down from your high, you were panting harshly and covered in sweat, your head resting against the pillow as you waited for your breathing to settle down. you released Zhongli's hair from your grip and sat up, wrapping your arms around your midsection. He watched as you adjusted yourself, and then turned to look at him, still a little out of breath.

"sweet as ever... do you want to keep going?"

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reidsconverse · 3 years

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i definitely feel like matthew would be up to an overnight disney/halloween marathon. like he’s definitely particular about it being at night so candles can be lite and matching pjs and mismatched fluffy socks. as well as the biggest blankets he could possibly buy.

💓- is this emoji free for me to use?

YESSSS omg !!!

okay, so i can totally picture him having a massive projector in his garden. so he grabs all the blankets and pillows he can find and builds this fort outside for y’all to sit and watch movies in.

im picturing this in the summer, so it's not that cold outside but cool enough that it's not uncomfortable???? so he sets about making this fort (it keeps collapsing, and you can hear him getting frustrated, but you hold back on laughing bc he’s trying his best!!) and you gather a whole bunch of snacks before picking a movie.

i wanna say you choose more of the musical disney films (those are some of my faves). so you make your way back out to the garden, arms full of supplies and matthew has FINALLY managed to get the fort to stay up, so you give him a little cheer and giggle as he jokingly tells you to shut up.

he takes the movie from your hands and sets it up before rushing to lay next to you. his arm's loosely hanging around you, so he has easy access to the snack bowl sitting in your lap; he seems like the type of person who would pour everything into one bowl: popcorn, candy and chocolate (idk why i just get that vibe).

anyway, the movie starts playing, and you’re both loving it! no matter how many times you watch them, they never get old! you’re both singing along to the songs - at one point, he even picks you up and starts dancing with you, it’s all super exaggerated dance moves - twirling you around, dipping you etc., but it's fun... it's so fun! and romantic; the moonlight is shining down on the two of you the fairy lights that are strung up are flickering. it’s almost as if y’all are in your own movie; it's perfect.

it's about 4am when the old man starts getting sleeping, he tries to stay awake, especially once you tease him for his droopy eyes and the way his head falls into your shoulder, but he can’t help it. you’re too entranced by the movie to notice when he actually does fall asleep until your favourite scene comes on and you turn to him to show him, even though he knows you always like to point it out... and what you see is him conked out against your shoulder.

you can’t help but giggle softly as you take off his glasses, placing them neatly on the little table he set up before gently shaking him awake, trying to get him to go inside. he refuses, though; somehow shuffling closer to you, sliding down so his head is on your chest and his arm is strung loosely against your torso. it’s not long before you start to get sleepy yourself, the movie faintly plays in the background, but your attention isn’t on it. not anymore. it's on the man lying next to you.....you pull him off your chest, placing his head against the pillow so you could both sleep comfortably

but before you can lay down correctly, his arms move to tighten around you; chin placed in the crook of your neck. you smile to yourself as he begins to snore (something which he denies doing), and you can feel small puffs of air against your neck; it's calming... peaceful, and it’s only a few moments before you’re fast asleep, wrapped in the arms of your very own prince charming.

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taexual · 5 years

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HOLIC - 33 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: fluff + some mild angst to spice things up

words: 6.5k

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Once Friday came, you and Jaebum had already planned out your entire weekend. You were going to leave right after both of you were done with work, endure the six hour drive without falling asleep behind the wheel, spend the night at the motel that refused to book you a room beforehand, insisting that you could just choose a room once you got here; then you’d go to your interview and then the two of you would make your way back to the city. The simple plan somehow excited you a lot more than you would have ever cared to admit, but, at the same time, it caused the sharp ends of your nerves to perk up.

You already lived with Jaebum so you saw him nearly every minute of every day and yet, the thought of spending the next six hours in the car with him still made you want to wrap yourself in the extra blanket you’d packed and hide your face in it so you could cover up your obvious anxiety. Jaebum would have probably loved to see you do that.

But then, when you two smiled at each other from across the apartment, your overnight bags in hand, you thought you could see the same exact joy mixed with slight nervousness in his eyes as well. He wasn’t anxiously tapping his hand against his side like you were, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he was sure what was going to come of this, either.

“Are you all ready?” he asked after checking the time on his phone.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Clothes packed, phone charged, GPS ready. Let’s go.”

Jaebum smiled – and stayed still, just smiling for another few moments – before responding to your nod with one of his own. “Let’s go.”

He’d allowed you to exit the apartment first – thus, making you wonder if he did that because these unexpected gentlemanly gestures were just something that he did now, or because he was starting to get more apprehensive. It was going to be just him and you together in the small space of his car for a whole quarter of the day – perhaps more if you got a flat tire or something equally as bothersome and yet, knowing your luck, more than likely – and, while you were undeniably excited to experience that, both of you were obviously anxious as well.

As you and Jaebum descended the stairs, cursing the permanently broken elevator, however, you realized that this excitement-turned-anxiety was precisely the kind of mix of emotions one experienced before a first date. It was thrilling in a way – so many feelings caused by the uncertainty of going out with someone you liked for the very first time – but you already knew that Jaebum was the best shot of adrenaline you’ve never asked for. You and him had already gotten to experience a lot more things together than people who were preparing to meet up for the very first time had. And yet, when you looked at him – hopping down the stairs two at a time and stopping every now and then to wait for you – you still felt as if you, too, were about to go on a first date with someone you’ve liked for a long time.

Truth be told, this weekend did include a lot of date-like activities, in theory. Firstly, the two of you were going to be one-on-one for an extended period of time. Not to mention, this was happening immediately after you and him have—sort of—established that you’d passed the roommate label and landed on something that wasn’t quite as easy to put a name on – but it was, naturally, much more intimate than just a friendship. What was more, you were going to talk a lot, share more than a single meal with each other, and later, even sleep in the same room – which probably wasn’t a part of the cliché first date and definitely wasn’t something that you and Jaebum haven’t done yet, but this was the twenty-first century – you could make up your own clichés now and repeat them as often as you liked – and all of these activities made your heart race by just imagining them.

“Okay, listen,” Jaebum suddenly spoke as he waited for you at the bottom of the staircase. His legs weren’t that much longer than yours and yet somehow he was still faster. “If you’re going to keep smiling like that the entire time, I’m going to need a warning.”

“Like what?” you asked, consciously stopping yourself from smiling and making a comically agitated face instead. “I’m just smiling. It’s a nice day.”

“We’ve had this conversation before,” he reminded you, joining your rhythm now that you’ve reached him instead of running down the stairs ahead of you. “You don’t have to lie about your reasons for smiling. I don’t mind it, I’d just prefer it if you warned me beforehand. It’s not good for my heart.”

You were suddenly very hot – Jaebum was grining as he said this because, the smartass that he was, he knew very well what his words were going to do to you – as you pushed his shoulder and scoffed. “You’re not good for my heart.”

“It’s going to be an interesting trip, isn’t it?” he asked, playfully taking a step away from you to avoid another punch.

“Well, I’ve never been in a car for six hours straight before, so it is going to be unusual,” you said, mirroring his cocky smile as you tried to outwit him, “but… interesting, with you behind the wheel? Not sure.”

“Are you saying I’m boring?”

“I’m saying I have a playlist ready to listen to as I nap while you drive.”

“Oh, I see,” he was laughing as he nodded, opening the door of the building for you. “I’ll just have to keep you awake, then.”

The first hour and a half of driving was alright. It wasn’t perfect – Jaebum couldn’t figure the heating out and refused to open the windows, so you tried not to die of heatstroke – but it wasn’t a complete disaster, either. Both of you got to talk a lot – mostly arguing about which radio station you were going to listen to – and the scenery wasn’t awful, either.

“This is the first time that I’m leaving the city in years,” you realized when you exited the hustling and bustling city center where you’d lived, and instead entered a dull – but decorated by unusually green trees – expressway.

“Really?” Jaebum seemed surprised to hear this. “I’d go camping here with my friends all the time back in the day. Of course, the last time I’d gone here with Youngjae and BamBam – both of whom are, uh, sensitive to all that lives in the woods – the two of them nearly burnt the entire forest down, so I’ve been kind of staying away from nature, too.”

You raised your eyebrows. “How’d that happen?”

“They’ve read somewhere that fire keeps wild animals at bay,” Jaebum told you. “So, they started it. And, naturally, since we were in the clearing of a dark wood, the only place for every single bug in the vicinity to set out camp was right by our fire. Or, in other words, right in the faces of Bam and Youngjae. To this day, I can still hear their screams.”

This got you to laugh – and Jaebum to smile proudly in response – as you shook your head. “Your friends sound like they’re an interesting bunch.”

“They are. They’re somehow different from each other, too,” he confirmed. “But you’d never be able to tell that when all of us are together.”

“Each piece of a puzzle is different, too,” you pointed out. “But when you put them all together, it creates a beautiful picture.”

Jaebum looked away from the road to give you a long – well, as long as the passing vehicles permitted him – look before returning his eyes to the road.

“That’s nice,” he commented weakly and somewhat distractedly because his mind was already on a different instance when he’d heard the exact same thing being said to him. “I think it was Mark who’d used the puzzle metaphor on me once before.”

“He has?” you smiled. “Must be my telepathic connections at it again.”

Jaebum chuckled with a small shake of his head. “He wasn’t talking about our friends, though.”

“No?”

“Hmm,” Jaebum gripped the steering wheel tighter before turning to look at you again. “He was talking about you and me.”

Honestly, his words didn’t take you off guard quite as much as they would have if he’d said this at any other point in your relationship. But, here in this car, as he was driving you to your meeting with the representatives of one of the galleries of your choice, every single thing he said to you seemed to be the exact thing he was supposed to say, and you’d have lied if you said you didn’t think the conversation was going to turn in this direction after you’ve mentioned puzzles.

You’d also thought of yourself and him in this way before. While you two were as similar as it was possible to be without actually being related, you also had your differences that, when assembled properly, were able to create a fairly peaceful harmony – like the one right now, with you two watching each other as Jaebum miraculously managed not to escape his lane by driving without looking at the road.

“Well, I’d say it’s a sophisticated metaphor,” you said then. “No wonder Mark would say something like that.”

“Hey, let’s remember who’s driving you to that gallery now, okay?” Jaebum replied, happy to return to the laid-back banter instead of the charged state you seemed to enter whenever the topic turned to your relationship. “It’s not Mark, as far as I know.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying choose who you compliment here wisely.”

“It wasn’t a compliment,” you said for the upteenth time since hearing Jaebum say it to you, “it was an—”

“If you say ‘observation,’ you’re walking from here on,” he warned half-jokingly.

You snorted. “I don’t have to say it if you know what I’m going to say. My point has been made.”

Jaebum just rolled his eyes instead of replying and then prepared to say something else, but you pointed at something in the distance ahead of you, distracting him.

“Is that a gas station, right there?” you asked, squinting. “Can we stop? I’m starving.”

Jaebum glanced at the GPS to confirm that it was really a gas station and then sighed. “We should have packed some food. We can’t keep stopping every half an hour.”

“This sounds too much like a “we have food at home” speech, so please don’t,” you closed your eyes as you shook your head. “We must buy ice cream. It’s too hot in your car.”

“The conditioner worked fine the last time I drove it,” Jaebum insisted. “It only stopped working when you got into the car, so it must be your energy that’s making it malfunction or someth—”

Your phone buzzed loudly all of a sudden, forcing Jaebum to stop talking in surprise. You glanced down, picking your phone up from where it had been resting on your lap, and then nearly tossing it out of the window as soon as you saw the name of the caller that had interrupted your progressing conversation.

“Who is it?” Jaebum asked, noticing you flinch faintly.

“No one,” you answered right away, hanging up the call so as to avoid having to tell him that Jiho’s name had just lit up your screen.

Jaebum gave you a confused look. “No one?”

“Probably a prank call or something. It said the number was unknown. I don’t answer those.”

Lying came surprisingly easy when you were hoping to avoid another argument similar to the one you’ve had in his studio the last time Jiho had tried to call you. You hadn’t answered his call back then and that was probably why he was trying to reach you now. There was not a chance in hell you were going to answer him, however. Not after what had happened between you and Jaebum in the past few days and certainly not with Jaebum sitting literally right next to you – you’d have rather stopped using your phone altogether than ruined the indescribable leap your relationship with Jaebum had taken.

“Really?” Jaebum was unsure. “What if it was the gallery?”

“No, I have the number of the receptionist,” you insisted, staring at the screen of your phone for another minute to make sure Jiho wasn’t going to try to call you again, and then putting it back on your lap, screen down. “So, the gas station? The food? The ice cream?”

He groaned – luckily, not finding your abrupt return to the previous topic suspicious – and, remaining true to his nature, proceeded to protest. “We’re on a tight schedule, we—”

“Jaebum,” a whine passed your lips and he immediately shot you a look that, if you hadn’t known better, you would have described as pleasantly surprised.

Clearing his throat, Jaebum sighed very dramatically – he had an appeal for the theatrics, but you knew that he’d deny it if you bought it up – and then switched lanes so he could pull into the approaching gas station.

“Fine,” he declared, making sure to give you a look that was supposed to be warning but was anything but. He clearly didn’t mind stopping at the gas station that much, it was all his pride. “But if you get crumbs in my car—”

As soon as he stopped the car, you were already leaping up from your seat, unbuckling your seatbelt and opening your door all at the same time.

“Great, thank you!” you exclaimed quickly. “I’ll get you some chocolate, too. Maybe that will wipe that frown from your face.”

“I don’t have a frown on—hey, if you’re leaving to the store without me, the least you could do is say goodbye properly,” Jaebum called out before you could close the door of the car after having climbed out of it.

You leaned down so you could see him. “What are you talking about?”

He smirked knowingly and tapped his cheek with his index finger instead of replying properly. Your eyebrows furrowed at this gesture.

“Jaebum, I will be gone for five minutes tops, I—”

He shook his head, tapping his cheek again. “I’m waiting.”

“I’m already out of the car, just—”

“I’m waiting.”

“God,” you groaned, resting your thigh on the passenger seat and crawling back into the car to press a kiss on the spot on his cheek that he’d touched before, and then pulling away to give him a blank look. “Happy?”

“No, actually, I’m not,” he replied, the neverending teasing making you roll your eyes even if your heart was thudding in your chest. Jaebum leaned in to connect your lips in a kiss that was just as innocent as the one before, yet it made your stomach do twice as many cartwheels. He was all smiles when he pulled away. “There, that’s better. Now go. Get me some chocolate ice cream, yeah?”

Inhaling deeply as you pulled back out of the car and then smoothed out the shirt you were wearing, you shook your head at him. “You’re too demanding. We’re going to have to work on that.”

“Oh, I hope we will,” he said, his eyebrows raised suggestively.

“We’re going to have to work on your flirting, too,” you added. “You need to recognize when the time and place for that is.”

“I’m sure I recognize it just fine.”

“You—”

“Do you hear that?”

You frowned. “What?”

“It’s the sound of my ice cream melting while you’re wasting our time.”

You didn’t bother dignifying that with a response and slammed the door of the car shut instead, all while keeping aggressive eye contact with him and then shaking your head one more time as you turned around and finally headed for the convenience store.

Getting away from Jaebum for a few minutes did not help you clear your head and reach a proper explanation that could have justified the reasons why Jiho kept on calling you – surely he couldn’t have cared that much about you not showing up to his exhibition? – but, at least, now you had enough time to make sure your facial expression didn’t look guilty even if you hadn’t done anything wrong.

Quietly humming along to the song that played on the speakers inside of the convenience store, you checked your phone again and then focused all of your attention on the very limited selection of ice cream here.

You were usually quick enough when shopping, but with such a huge list of things you’d have loved to eat and such a small store, offering very few snacks you’d have actually enjoyed, you struggled to choose what to buy. By the time you settled on whatever chips the store offered – you would have considered buying fruit or something equally as healthy if they had anything of the sort here – you felt someone’s presence behind you and turned around instinctively, only to see Jaebum standing there.

“Wh—shit,” you mumbled, startled. “Weren’t you supposed to wait in the car?”

“I was,” he nodded and continued to explain, his voice completely nonchalant as if he hadn’t just been creepily standing behind you, waiting for you to notice him. “You said you’d be gone for five minutes. It’s been fifteen.”

You looked down at the watch on your wrist and then concluded, “you’re impatient.”

“No, I just missed you,” he shot back and then before you could register the new wave of surprising warmth that had overcome your body, he continued, “hey, did you get me that chocolate ice cream?”

You sighed, showing him the two different kinds of ice cream you’d grabbed. “Yes, Jaebum, I got you the ice cream.”

“Okay. What’s taking so long then?”

“I’m trying to decide between—”

His eyes were no longer on you, however, as he searched his back pocket for something. “Hold on for a moment, I’m getting a call.”

“Oh, so a call is more important than me all of a sudden,” you mumbled sarcastically but Jaebum only smiled for a moment before frowning at the sight of the screen of his phone.

“It’s an unknown number,” he said. “Do you think your prank call was redirected to me?”

Your stomach dropped. You sure hoped that wasn’t the case or else Jaebum was about to hear Jiho’s voice on the other end of the call.

“Uh, I don’t know,” you said carefully. “Why don’t you answer it and check for yourself?”

He hesitated for a moment and then reluctantly picked up the call. Choosing to give him some privacy in case the call ended up being important, you went back to the chips and peanuts display and decided to buy packs of both – although the peanuts looked like they’ve been sitting on display for half a century.

When, a minute later, you turned around, Jaebum was still on the phone, but a huge scowl was on his face. He genuinely looked as though the same “prankster” that had called you before had now called him. It could have been a telemarketer, insisting he bought something or updated his phone plan, but the emotion on his face was far too grim for that – no one, no matter how much they hated phone calls from advertisers, looked this unhappy to be talking to them. This call was personal, you could tell.

And, suddenly, you were feeling incredibly uneasy. There was a handful of people who could have made Jaebum unhappy with a single phone call but, obviously, Suji was at the top of that list. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought Suji and Jiho had conspired against you and Jaebum, purposefully refusing to leave your lives and poking their heads in just when your relationship had started to progress.

Once Jaebum finally hung up the call another minute later – you were certain the ice cream in your hands had already melted – you approached him with an obviously apprehensive face.

“Who was it?” you asked, dreading the answer.

Jaebum cleared his throat, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Cassie.”

So it wasn’t Suji, after all, it was one of her minions – as you’ve learned at the ice cream store the other day when you saw Cassie for the first—and, hopefully, the last—time in your life. You were still more or less correct about the nature of the call, though. Suji still had one foot inside of your lives.

“She’s throwing a party,” Jaebum continued, your stomach clenching more and more with each additional sentence. “She said she wants me to come. Reunite with our old friends and all that stuff.”

You nodded, your mind as blank as the fruit section of the convenience store. “When?”

“Tomorrow night,” he replied.

You looked down. “Are you thinking of—”

“Not a chance in hell I’m going. I’m done with that part of my life,” Jaebum answered before you could even finish your question. He looked gloomy just retelling the conversation he’d just had, so, to avoid making eye contact with you, he grabbed the ice cream and the packs of chips and peanuts from your hands, and brought them to the cash register before speaking again, “Besides, she probably only invited me because she told Suji she saw you and me together, and now Suji wants to know if we’re… together together.”

You’d followed him to the register where the cashier scanned your food with impressive speed – that, really, was almost as rapid as your pulse when you dared to ask him, “are we?”

Jaebum gave you an almost confused look as he handed the cashier his credit card and then took your hand. You thought this gesture was going to be his way of answering your question but, after intertwining your fingers, he added a quick, “we’ve always been.”

His ambiguous response didn’t please you – you sure were always together; that was sort of a given for people who shared one living space – but you waited until the two of you had left the convenience store and had unwrapped your half-melted ice cream before expressing your disapproval. “That doesn’t answer my question. You know what I’m talking about.”

Pulling your hand up to his lips and pressing a lingering kiss on your knuckles, Jaebum gave you a meaningful smile. “I know.”

He didn’t say it out loud and, honestly, he probably wasn’t ever going to, but you knew. You had asked because you couldn’t waste the perfect opportunity and not ask, but, deep down, you already knew.

There you were, walking hand-in-hand to his car, still teasing each other like you did when you first met, but this time, when Jaebum stopped walking to wipe the side of your mouth because you’d gotten a bit of ice cream there, you didn’t try to conceal your smile. You didn’t ignore the sudden surge of butterflies. You embraced them because you needed the strength they provided when, the next second, it was Jaebum’s lips on yours, tasting your ice cream as he kissed you.

And when he pulled away a moment later, the smile on his face gave you all the answers your heart might have been seeking.

You were together together.

A few hours later – once you’ve finished the questionable peanuts and the chips, too – it started to get dark. You were still only halfway there, and after already having endured a full working day, you realized how tired you were and how tired Jaebum must have been, too.

“Should I drive now?” you offered after you saw him yawn. “You could rest.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m not that tired,” Jaebum replied. “I’m just getting sleepy because the road is empty.”

“Oh,” you glanced out of the windshield, the empty road stretching out ahead of you, dark and lonely. “Do you want me to keep you awake?”

He looked at you, clearly curious. “How are you planning to do that?”

“Well, I could talk endlessly,” you suggested, watching his smile widen, “or we could play the question game.”

“The question game?”

“Yeah. Or 21 Questions, or whatever. Basically, just asking each other things back and forth,” you said and then, since he didn’t reply, added, “it’s like Truth or Dare, but without the dares.”

He was intrigued – because he knew that this would give him the opportunity to ask you the things he hadn’t gotten to ask you yet – but, at the same time, he was hesitant because, right here in the car, there was no way for him to escape if he was going to receive a question that he didn’t feel like answering. And it wasn’t like he could have taken a shot to get out of answering it, either, since, well, he was behind the wheel and neither of you had brought any alcohol.

Eventually, because he knew he would have fallen asleep otherwise and because that small part of him that was curious about learning more about you wasn’t actually all that small, Jaebum sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, alright,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay,” you leaned back in your seat, finding a more comfortable position. “I’ll start us off, then. Have you ever driven for six hours straight before?”

“No,” came Jaebum’s reply. “This is a first for me.”

Smiling, you realized that this was another first experience that you and Jaebum shared with each other – the very first one being, of course, your living arrangement. Neither of you had ever accidentally moved in with a one-night-stand before.

“Okay,” he said after a moment. “How long have you been a photographer?”

“Oh,” the question made you think, your mind taking you back to the early days, back when your dad had bought his first Canon when you were barely five years old. He would sit you down for photoshoots every day until he realized that you preferred holding the weird, sturdy device yourself instead of posing in front of it. “I mean, I’m not actually a photographer per se. Not yet, anyway. But I’ve been taking pictures for as long as I can remember. My parents were lenient, they let me use the camera that they had to take pictures of my toys. All of them came out blurry. I mean, up until I hit puberty, literally every single picture I’ve taken was blurry or had my finger covering half of it.”

Jaebum was smiling. “And what happened then?”

“Well, then my parents got me a professional camera for my thirteenth birthday,” you said, very fond of the memory. “It must have cost them a fortune but they were the kind of people who believed that, when kids expressed an interest in something, you had to encourage them in any way you could. You should have seen the look on their faces, when, aged fourteen, I told them I preferred painting to photography.”

“You had a painting phase?” he seemed surprised – but amused nonetheless – to hear this.

“Yeah, for a few months,” you confirmed. “But then I went back to photography because, as we’ve already established, I had very shaky hands, and paintbrushes, contrary to professional cameras, could not make them seem steady. Also, painting took up a lot of time and, at that point, we were approaching the rise of the age of social media, and, just like everyone else my age, I preferred spending my time on the internet instead of being creative. But that’s where I was introduced to Photoshop which, dare I say, improved not just the quality of my pictures but also of my life, so it all worked out.”

Jaebum chuckled, impressed. “Wow. You’ve really been doing this for a while.”

You nodded with a wistful sigh.

“Yeah,” you said. “But what about you, though? How long have you been singing and writing songs?”

“Are you stealing my question? That’s cheating.”

“That—it’s not cheating,” you scoffed. “There’s no rule against asking the same question back if it’s a good question.”

The quick compliment soothed his sour expression but it still took a good minute for Jaebum to find the answer.

“I think I’ve been singing for a long time,” he revealed finally, “or, at least, I was trying to. I remember my mom getting a headache because I would not stop singing this catchy pop tune from some toy commercial, but she never actually told me to shut up. She didn’t really buy me microphones or anything of the sort,” he gave you a look and saw the smile on your face as you listened to him, “but she never discouraged me, either. It was, uh… it was the teachers. And my friends at the time. They were the ones who told me to get my head out of the clouds because singing wasn’t going to take me anywhere.”

You figured there had to be a moment in his life where someone told him his music wasn’t good enough or that he shouldn’t have tried to pursue it, and that was why he was so bashful about his songs now. Only, you’d thought that it was Suji’s fault – she was the one who never supported his dream – but, the truth was, Jaebum was already insecure about his talent when he met her. She just merely strengthened his uncertainty.

“I wrote my first song – it was a rap song, actually – when I was in school,” Jaebum continued when a car – the only other car on the road – sped past you, distracting him for just a moment, “what the hell is that asshole speeding for, and with no headlights? I didn’t even see him approach—okay, anyway. That first song that I wrote was the ultimate diss track. I mean, it was so full of rage and included just about every swear word I knew at the tender age of thirteen. Which was a lot. Not to brag or anything, but I always considered myself one step ahead of my peers and that meant having more comebacks ready than any of them could ever have, so I would always win every argument. Naturally, my cursing game was at a very advanced level. And I put it to good use when I wrote that song, essentially, telling everyone who ever doubted me to go fuck themselves.”

“Oh, wow,” you laughed. “Maybe that song should be the first single of your album.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Maybe not. It’s not exactly radio-friendly. They’d have to censor every second word.”

“Did anyone ever hear the song?”

“No, because my mom found the rough draft and grounded me for two weeks,” he revealed, the pout on his lips making you laugh again. “She didn’t want her son to turn into a perpetually furious rapper, so there went my lyrics.”

“Ah, I’m sorry,” you said, your voice full of humor.

“No, no, don’t be. It was a good thing,” Jaebum went on. “It made me realize that if I actually ever ended up releasing a song, I wouldn’t be the only one listening to it. My friends would hear it. My family, too. So, I realized I had to write the kind of lyrics that wouldn’t embarrass me. And also, you know, wouldn’t make my mom ground me again.”

“Hey, that’s actually solid advice for beginners – write the kind of music you wouldn’t be embarrassed to play for your mom,” you pointed out. “Did she ever get to read any of your other lyrics?”

“She did, yeah. A few times,” he said. “I was already older, though, and going through a phase where grounding didn’t mean anything to me, so, you can probably imagine the turn my lyrics took. I truly went through every single genre of music before the age of twenty, but the sort of lyrics that made my mom the least disappointed – oh, don’t laugh, I care about her opinion a lot – were the ones that weren’t overly explicit, but contained specific emotions if you just managed to read between the lines.”

“Ah, that’s where your hatred for abstractions must come from,” you remembered. “You and your mom are very close, aren’t you?”

“We—ah, no. It’s my turn to ask a question now,” he gave you a glance when you sighed, his life story interrupted just when your questions took a slightly different direction. “How many boyfriends have you had?”

You raised your eyebrows at this. “That is what you’re choosing to ask instead of telling me about—”

“Hey, at least I’m not stealing your question instead of coming up with my own,” he shot back.

“I didn’t—fine,” you rolled your eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to find a way to answer him without making yourself sound—and feel—pathetic. “I… I’ve gone on dates, sure. But I’ve never really had a serious relationship before. My longest one was a little over three months but, I don’t know, even though we were exclusive, I didn’t really know the guy very well, so calling him “my boyfriend” always felt weird. We broke up before I got a chance to get to know him properly.”

“Why did you break up?”

It was your turn to ruin his fun. “It’s my turn.”

Jaebum groaned. “This game is shit.”

“How many girlfriends have you had?” you asked instead, already expecting him to accuse you of stealing his question again.

But no such accusations came as Jaebum just cleared his throat and stared at the road ahead for a few seconds. The road – although almost deserted – was suddenly vibrant in his eyes as he realized the hazy state he’d been in before was long gone. He was fully awake now, each question you’ve asked causing shots of adrenaline to erupt into his bloodstream.

“One,” Jaebum said then. “Suji was the only girlfriend I’ve had.”

You hated the silence that always seemed to follow whenever one of you mentioned her name, but there was nothing you could do as, for the next few minutes, both of you just stared out of the window. You caught yourself counting the stars in the night sky just so you wouldn’t have to think about how many first experiences Suji got to share with Jaebum before you met him.

“My turn,” he spoke another moment later. “How many one-night-stands have you had?”

The question took you completely off-guard and you were very glad it was relatively dark inside of the car and Jaebum probably couldn’t see how flustered you suddenly got. You absolutely did not want to answer this.

“What is it with you and your obsession with numbers? Are you going to ask how many pets I’ve had next?” you accused, your voice nervous although you hoped he didn’t notice that.

“You told me there are no rules,” he reminded you. “I can ask whatever I want to ask.”

“Well, you can go ahead and ask something else because I’m not answering that.”

Your adamant refusal intrigued him to no end. There was no way he was going to drop this now.

“I wasn’t aware you could refuse to answer a question,” he said, as always, absolutely overjoyed to see you squirm.

“Now you are,” you replied sternly. “Ask something else.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” he repeated. “Answer me.”

You groaned. “Jaebum, come on.”

“You come on,” he countered just as childishly. “Just answer the question. That’s it. I’ll try to refrain from commenting on it if that makes you feel better.”

“You’ll try?” you said. “Oh, sure, that does make me feel better.”

“Stop trying to change the topic.”

You closed your eyes, suddenly regretting suggesting this game. After taking a deep breath, you crossed your arms over your chest, already prepared to defend yourself from his teasing that was to follow.

“Fine,” you snarled. “You’re the only one.”

Jaebum whirled his head to a side to give you a surprised look. He’d expected you to give him a number that would have explained your lack of serious boyfriends, but he was absolutely not expecting the reason for your refusal to answer him to be this.

“You’ve—” he began but you waved your hands, stopping him.

“My turn!” you cut him off, desperate to change the topic. “Are you working on any new songs right now?”

“I—” his mind still hadn’t moved past your previous revelation. “Y-yeah. I am. I’m working on a song right now. It’s almost done already, I have the lyrics and, uh, everything. Just need to work on the melody a little.”

“Oh, that’s great!” your smile widened as your heart continued to thud wildly in your chest at the sight of him, clearly so affected by your confession. “Will I get to hear it?”

“Sure. One day,” he said. “And that was a freebie, by the way, because, actually, it’s my turn to ask you something now.”

“Oh, God.”

You felt like you’ve wasted your turn. You should have asked him something more serious; something that would have made him break into another long story about his life so he would, hopefully, forget about the fact that he was the only one-night-stand you’ve ever had in your life. But, obviously, that was all Jaebum could think about as he kept repeating the next question he wanted to ask you in his head.

“How long have you had feelings for me?” he finally asked, his throat suddenly as dry as yours was.

You knew there was no point in refusing to answer this now because Jaebum was simply not going to have it, so you lowered your head and admitted the truth.

“A while,” you said, unaware of your ability to make his blood run still with just your words. “Far longer than I probably realize, anyway.”

The answer was vague – and Jaebum, theoretically, should have hated all things that weren’t specific – but he let it slide, staying quiet instead of inquiring further. Maybe it was because he could sense your next question and he was already trying to figure out how he was going to have to answer it.

Knowing that your vague response could end up being mirrored if you asked him the same thing, you shifted in your seat and rephrased his question, “when did you realize you had feelings for me?”

He remained quiet, his breathing uneven. After looking away from the road to glance quickly at the GPS on his phone – anything to win him some time – he suddenly frowned.

“Oh,” he spoke then. “We might have a problem.”

You were confused. “Sorry?”

He pressed something on the screen of his phone, glancing at the road and then looking back at the GPS.

“That’s funny,” he said but it was obvious that it was not. Pressing something again, he exited the GPS app and turned on Google Maps instead. “The sound of my phone is off because the battery’s dying and it would almost seem—huh.”

“What is it?” you asked, your tone a little more demanding now. “Please don’t tell me—“

“Yeah. It would seem that we’ve gotten lost.”

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Taste

~Today marks two very important things: The first post of a Jimin smut, and my birthday! This is a gift for both you and me. Enjoy!~

Synopsis: You decide to wear Jimin's shirt on a lazy afternoon. He takes notice of this and comes to the conclusion that you look like a good substitution for breakfast

word count: 2,331

pairing: Jimin/Reader

genre: smut

warnings: fingering, swearing, oral (f receiving), teasing, begging, praising, kitchen christening ;)

It was late afternoon by the time you managed to wake up. You groaned, turning to bury your face deeper into the soft bed covers. The thick blankets had been warmed overnight by your body heat and provided a cocoon of comfort, leaving you floating in a haze of bliss. You partially blamed the excess of sleep on the closed curtains which darkened the space considerably, but also on the late night of...fun you had with your boyfriend the evening before. You blushed recalling the memories of tangled limbs, your bodies moving in sweaty unison.

A shuffling movement beside you brought your attention to so-called boyfriend, as he adjusted himself, still asleep. His ribs were presented to you then, showing off an inked word. You brought your hand up quietly to lightly brush the letters, tracing the jagged beginning of an ‘n’, before ending at the rounded swoop of a ‘d’. The painted ‘nevermind’ was Jimin's reminder to be more forgiving of himself and to not let his mistakes suffocate him. It was his only tattoo, but that made it all the more special in your opinion. You were content to repeat your movements again when Jimin let out a low moan.

The heat that flared in your belly suddenly made you dizzy, igniting an intense want inside of you. However, the idea of rolling over to douse the growing flame of lust within was immediately put on hold due to the sharp pain of hunger that made itself known. You sighed quietly, before deciding it was time to get up and start the day, or what was left of it.

You sat up slowly and rubbed your eyes, before pulling on a pair of discarded boy shorts and after a thought, threw on a long-sleeved striped shirt. You inhaled deeply, reveling in the sweet yet musky scent of Jimin. You smiled in contentment as your feet made contact with the padding of the plush carpet, the cool temperature somewhat soothing the ache of arousal. You stretched languidly, your movements resembling that of a cat. You groaned lowly at the feeling of your bones cracking and tension melting away from your tired muscles. The rumbling of an empty stomach reminded you of your reasoning for venturing out of bed.

“Fine. Fine.” You mumbled, shuffling into the adjacent room, shivering at the cold tile of the kitchen floor. You wanted to cook something for your slumbering boyfriend and didn't want him awake and distracting you.

That's how we stayed up so late last night. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at how overeager Jimin could be. You loved him dearly that's for sure but sometimes you wanted a moment of peace to yourself.

You crept to the small kitchen in your shared apartment and stooped down to give the small white kitten, fondly named Lily, a quick pat. She purred immediately, loving the attention.

“Don't go making too much noise, Papa is asleep.” You instructed the animal, reaching into a cabinet to get down a cooking pan. Rose tilted her head curiously and rubbed against your leg, wanting more attention.

“Later baby.” You promised, rubbing her body once more to appease her. After placing the pan on the counter, you got out the other necessary tools and ingredients for omelets and turned on some mellow tunes before getting to work.

The soothing vocals of soft RnB filled the kitchen, your hips swaying to the beat. You did a full turn and almost dropped the eggs when you noticed a sleepy form gazing at you.

“Jimin!” You chastised, clutching your chest. You took in the sight of his wild bed head and bare chest and immediately forgave him. He was just too adorable.

Jimin rubbed his eye and looked you up and down.

“Is that my shirt?” He chuckled, his morning voice deep and soft. You blushed but placed a hand on your hip sassily.

“And if it is?” You asked, giving him a grin. Jimin smirked and took a step towards you, making you swallow. He bent down to your ear and his warm breath caused goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“It looks good on you..although it would look a lot better on the floor.” He whispered, his muscled arm caging you in against the counter. He ran a finger up your bare thigh, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Oh no. I know what that look means. You thought, thinking of an escape plan. Jimin pressed his body against yours, his head lowering.

“Jimin! Im making food you-.” You began but was cut off by Jimin taking your earlobe between his teeth. You swooned, your legs feeling weak suddenly. However, Jimin caught the back of your knees and lifted you onto the counter.

You gasped, your hands automatically going to his shoulders.

“C'mon baby..let's play for a little bit.” He whispered, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your exposed neck.

You began to pant, one hand moving to grip his black locks. You arched your back, pressing your body close to his. You really couldn't resist him if you were being honest. And you didn't mind in the slightest.

As Jimin reached the bottom of the shirt he got down on his knees and looked up at you with heated eyes. You swallowed loudly, breathing in heavily. If there was one thing in life you were certain about: there was nothing hotter than Park Jimin between your thighs. You rubbed your legs together, hoping to relieve the building arousal. Jimin seemed to take notice of this movement and smirked, before putting both of his hands on your knees. He spread them apart from each other never taking his eyes off of you.

You whined in irritation, distraught at the loss of friction.

“Somebody's excited.” Jimin chuckled, tilting his head to the side innocently, his fingers digging into your skin. You huffed loudly, clenching the back of Jimin’s neck, indicating to him that you weren’t fooled by his attempt to be coy. Jimin chuckled as his hands ventured upward, the rough pads of his fingers sending tingles up your spine.

You gripped the short hairs at the base of his neck, using them as an anchor. God this man will be the death of me. You thought, your eyes taking in the darkened gaze and thick lips of your boyfriend.

“Kiss me.” You commanded, biting your lip. Jimin raised a brow at this, tilting his face up.

“Oh, I plan to.” He gave you a wide smile, his eyes disappearing. You closed your eyes, lips pursed expectantly. However, you weren't ready for the feeling of a nose pressing against your clit.

“Ah-h!” You flailed, almost kicking Jimin in the process. This didn't slow him down in the slightest though. Taking the moment in stride he gripped the cheeks of your backside, tilting your hips closer to him. You moved to grip the edge of the counter, both thrilled and afraid.

“Jimin wha-,” you began but was quickly silenced as he buried his face into your crotch, inhaling deeply. The warmth of his breath caused you to pant, your underwear growing damper.

“You smell so good, baby..” Jimin accentuated this statement with a long lick up your middle, wetting the shorts you were wearing. You blushed, feeling a bit odd at this action but nonetheless turned on.

"And I know you taste good too..” Jimin wet his lips before rising up to his full height, the new angle causing you to fall back on the hard surface of the counter. You winced as your head connected with the laminate material, and you gave your smiling boyfriend a glare. He gave an apologetic kiss to your knee before hooking the v of your legs over his shoulders, his arms bulging. You scrambled for purchase on the slick countertop, but finding none, settled for grasping the top of Jimin’s waistband.

“J-Jimin.” You stuttered, looking up at him, sweat sticking your hair to your face. In your months together you two had done a lot of sexual things. But the kitchen was an area you had always been hesitant about exploring. The idea of food near bodily fluids really didn’t appeal to you. But something about the spontaneity of this moment was getting to you, and you found yourself not caring about how much cleaning you would have to do.

The new position of your pelvis seemed to aid Jimin in his ministrations, for he appeared pleased by how much more control he possessed. His hands wrapped around your knees, clutching them tightly in place.

“How nice of you to make breakfast for me.” He glided his mouth on the inside of your right leg, pausing every so often to suck bright red marks in his wake.

“Besides, you always know what I want to eat.”

The fabric of your shorts and underwear soon became a hindrance as Jimin ate you out feverishly. You begged him to take them off but he only sucked and nipped at the cloth, making them tighter and more uncomfortable for you. You threw your head back, digging your nails into Jimin's lower back, breathing in short gasps. You wanted his lips to meet your flesh, for you knew it would feel fantastic.

Your hands flew down to slap the counter beneath you after one particularly hard bite.

"Fuck!” You yelled, tears of frustration forming in the corners of your eyes. Why did Jimin always feel the need to be a tease? You jerked your hips, trying to get as much out of what he was giving you as possible. Jimin growled as your fingers began to scratch down his abs, and his hand ventured under your shirt in response. It tickled your skin, but before you could even think about laughing, you found your chest exposed to the cold air as your shirt was yanked up.

Your nipples hardened immediately and you gasped at the contrast in sensations.

"Jimin, ah-”

"Touch yourself for me.” He commanded, his voice husky. He lowered himself back down, his hands still holding your legs. His body heaved with the force of his heavy breathing, and you could see the outline of his arousal through his sweatpants.

“What?” You had heard him but were too distracted by the sight before you to obey him. He freed one of his hands and brought one up to flick a nipple and you saw white, scrambling to follow Jimin's wishes.

“Start playing with these or I won't make you come.” He threatened, soothing the abused bud with his thumb.

You started to caress and fondle your breasts, moaning at the feeling. You glanced down at Jimin to gauge his reaction and was pleased to see his full bottom lip pulled between his teeth aggressively.

“You’re such a good girl for me Y/N..I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

At this statement your soaked shorts were ever so slowly pulled down and off your hips, hitting the floor with an audible plop. You quickly tried closing your legs as the air assaulted your exposed genitalia, but your boyfriend was still between them, effectively stopping your attempt.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now?” Jimin asked, giving you a once over. You were sure you looked quite the sight.

“Just-ngh! Touch me. Please. Touch me.” It really should have been embarrassing how much you were begging, but with Jimin you threw all caution to the wind, carefulness be damned.

He smiled then, all teeth. Predatory. He leaned away from your crotch, never breaking eye contact.

“I love it when you beg. It's so fucking cute.”

You let out a huff of air, irritated that you were being ignored when something thick and cold was shoved inside of you. Your back arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. The ‘something’ became two and they scissored into your cavern, wet squelching noises following their motions. The fast pace had you thrashing violently so Jimin pressed his free arm across your stomach, holding you in place. Your legs were trembling, toes curling.

“Ohhh you're taking me in so well baby.” Jimin crooned lips on display in a pout.

Your hands had abandoned their attention on your chest, instead choosing to claw at the arm restraining you. Jimin winced, digging your nails out of him and moving your hand to his head.

“Hold on to this baby. It doesn't hurt.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You gripped the base of his neck as if your life depended on it, clinging to the dark strands of hair. His fingers resumed their brutal pace bringing you closer and closer to that rapturous edge. You bucked against him, riding his digits. He grunted, the exertion pushing beads of sweat down his forehead, sticking his hair in his eyes.

“J-im-min! I think, I think-”

“I know, I can tell you're close. Fuck, you look so good like this.” He growled, curving his fingers upward. You clenched your eyes tight, your body quaking. You were preparing to climax, as you scratched light cuts down Jimin’s shoulders.

That was when the awful stench of burning eggs hit your nose, ruining your euphoric high.

“Oh my god, our breakfast!” You yelled, shoving at Jimin until he got the hint to move. You jumper off of the counter, ignoring the wet feeling in your nether regions, and hurriedly took the now blackened pan off the stove.

“Dammit!” You cursed, moving your ruined meal to the trash. You pouted and sighed deeply, letting out a long groan. So much for yummy food. You thought sourly, barely noticing when your boyfriend came up and wrapped his hands around your midsection.

“Baby..forget it. We can eat out. My treat. But after I finish some business.” Jimin said, pulling you back to the bedroom.

“Business huh?” You asked, with a quirked brow.

Jimin only gave you a huge smile, his eyes twinkling playfully.

Written by Rose

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