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kimnjss · 2 days ago
test run | pjm
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⤑  series: beside you
⤑ pairing: solo artist!jimin x idol!reader
⤑ genre: fluff(?) ...nd we got angst too!
⤑ rating: explicit  
⤑ word count: 2.7k
⤑ warnings: biting, tickling(it’s not kinky tho), jimin nd yn nd their shit...
⤑ chapter song: mean it // lauv ft lany
⤑ A/N: we have officially entered the lion’s pit y’all! it’s all downhill from here, so grab a buddy and hold on! alsooo ., let me know what you think of this new side of jimin?? x
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JUNE 14TH, 2021 | 11:39
It's an annoyed huff you're letting out, heels clacking against the cement as you make your way to your trailer. Your manager's voice fades into the background the further away you get from her, thankfully, you've had your fill of her nagging today. Climbing the few steps with much more haste than usual, you're yanking the door open and slipping inside the van. Shoving it away from you harshly, the door rattles as it shuts, drowning out the noise outside.
“The fuck you slamming doors for?” The familiar voice startles you, yet your eyes only squint in his direction. Sat coolly on your couch with one leg crossed over the other, he had been scrolling aimlessly through his phone but now he's looking at you over the top of his sunglasses.
He looks handsome and you're annoyed that's the first thing you noticed. Dark hair hidden under his cap, adorned in all black from head to toe. There's a belt holding his pants up and you're instantly plagued with the memory of how the leather felt around your wrists. On a night he was drunk on power and wanted to rope you into that.
You're silencing the echo of his deep voice and shaking of the tingly feeling in your chest, narrowing your eyes in his direction. “Jimin. What are you doing here?” You hope the hostility translates in your tone, he shouldn't be here.
His dark eyes roll as he scoffs, tossing his phone to the side as he stands. “I came because I missed you,” He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. A hint of a smile playing on his lips and you hate the way it tugs on your heartstrings. “What's with your face?” Much closer now, all he has to do is lift his arm and he's able to run his thumb over your cheek.
It's hard not to lean into his touch, but you stand your ground. “What do you think? You shouldn't be here,” Not only were you two not exactly on speaking terms anymore... you were sure hair and makeup would be in soon enough to touch you up before you had to be out there.
He shakes his hand, palm resting on the side of your face as he stares at you. Intently. Reading your features and what they could mean. Brow furrowed as he stares, plump lips pursed to the side. He looks kind of funny, you've never seen him this focused away from his work desk. “Tell me what's wrong, baby?”
There he goes again. Calling you 'baby' when he didn't mean it. You're quick to swat his hand away, passing him to step further into the room. “I'm just stressed. You don't care about this stuff,” Settling at the chair in front of the vanity mirror, you search for something to distract yourself. Meticulously organizing the makeup brushes set out in front of you.
Jimin moves from his spot in the doorway to stand behind you, arms sneaking around to rest on the table in front of you, peering up at you through the mirror. As much as you hated the fact that he could so easily waltz in and out of your life, you couldn't hide the happy feeling you got from him being here. Today was shit and just seeing him was enough to brighten your mood.
“Would I have asked if I didn't want to know?” Even with the back of the chair separating your bodies, you can still feel the vibration of his voice on your back. He's so close and you don't remember the last time you've felt so giddy over something like that.
He catches your gaze through the mirror, reading your silent agreement to his words before he's nodding his head. “Exactly. Tell me what happened. You came in looking like you wanted to cry,” You probably would've started crying if he wasn't sitting in here when you stormed in.
That's none of his business, though. “Who even let you in here? This is my trailer.” 
“I'm Park Jimin,” He laughs showing off that pretty smile you hardly get to see. “Come on, peach.” The nickname has about a million memories swarming in your brain and you're sure he knows exactly what he's doing. “You gotta tell me who hurt you so I know whose ass to kick,”
Turning slightly, you're able to look up at him – still caged between his arms. “You're a pacifist, though.” He grins, hand reaching to pick something out of your hair. Something that you're sure he's imagined because his hand just rests there, fingers tangled in your hair. “I'll figure something out,” He says with a reassuring nod.
All the feelings for him you've kept bottled up and tucked away quickly come fighting to the surface. Just having him close and wondering about you in the way he never does, has hope blossoming in your chest. And you have no idea what to do about it, so you act like it doesn't mean what you know it does.
Instead, you're letting out an easy laugh, eyes rolling as you reach for his glasses. “We're inside. You look ridiculous,” Not sure why you thought taking his glasses off would help the situation. You're only revealing his eyes captivated look within them that you're sure you've mimicked countless times before.
He doesn't even know he's looking at you that way. Just felt the flutter in his chest at the sound of your laugh, the catch of his breath when you were reaching for him. He missed you, even though you were sitting right in front of him. He wanted to say so much but couldn't seem to form a proper sentence under your gaze.
Most of all he wanted to hold you close, listen to you babble like you used to. Would talk for hours about things he hardly paid attention to. How badly he wished he could turn back the clock just to hear the excitement in your tone as you went on and on. Rather than the bored emotionless way you spoke to him now.
“You don't have to tell me anything. Honestly, I only came to drop off some things to help you recharge. You weren't even supposed to see me,” He nods his head to the bag that he had set on the table just before he was getting the call that slowed him down. Good thing too, you looked too pretty to miss.
You're whole body twists to look where he's pointing and sure enough, there's a clear bag set on the table overflowing with all of your favorite things. Mostly snacks. He must know how stressed photoshoots make you. “You...” He's much closer when you turn back, you have to tilt your head back to keep from bumping noses. “Why'd you go and do that?”
Jimin shrugs, lips stretching into a small smile as he lifts his hand to tap his finger onto the tip of your nose. “'Cause I felt like it,” Leave it to Jimin to think 'cause I felt like it' was a good enough explanation for everything.
You can't spend another second this close to him, positive you'll end up slipping – so you're standing and making your way to the couch. Rummaging through the bag to keep from looking at him as you speak. “We went over my contract today... during brunch.” No idea why you feel like you can tell him this, but the words are leaving your lips before you have the chance to second guess.
He's taken your former spot at the vanity, turned around in the chair, and watching you. “I haven't been doing so well since I left... was kicked out, of HERd. The relationship with Jin helped, but I guess people are getting bored. They want music, but I haven't felt good about a project since...” You're stopping yourself before you say it, though, he already knows.
“And apparently there's this clause... or loophole or whatever. That says if I'm not upholding my end, which is making music and bringing in sales. They can shift my career in whichever direction they see fit.” Jimin is catching on quickly so you don't even have to finish. He's known plenty of artists who've had their studios shut down while they're hauled off to photoshoots. “Today's a test run...”
His lower lip juts out at the sight of your sad eyes that you're trying to hide from him. “Aw, peach..” He's knelt down in front of you, hands resting on your cheeks so he's able to tilt your head to look at him. “Don't worry. You'll come up with something so I'm sure it won't even come to that.” He's got a smile plastered on his lips, but he doesn't believe his own words.
“And if it does, I'll just have to leak that feature we've got locked away,” His grin grows, eye closing in a quick wink as his fingers ruffle your hair. His laugh is light and contagious as memories of the night the two of you spontaneously decided to make a song together.
Only making it halfway through before he was complaining about being hungry and ordering drinks. Nine rounds of shots and a gross amount of pizza later, you were fucking in the booth. Not so accidentally recording the entire thing. He joked about it debuting at number one before he was saving the file under a locked folder.
You forgot it even existed after that. Now you were grinning at the memory, not realizing the comfortable way your arms have gone to rest on his shoulders. Hands joined at the back of his neck, it felt so natural. You almost forget that it shouldn't. Almost.
“You're not supposed to be here, cheering me up. I'm mad at you.” Despite your words, he can't shake how happy you just looked laughing like that. So he doesn't take your words to heart, hands dropping from your face to rest on your thighs as he tilts his head dramatically. “Yeah? You're still mad? I wrote so many songs about you.”
Shoulders lifting in a shrug, you try to feign indifference, blowing out a smooth puff of air. “They were just okay.” It's cute the way his brows shoot up, jaw-dropping with an exaggerated gasp. “Just okay? Huh?” He's quick. Hands shooting from your thighs to your hips and easily flipping you onto your back.
It's not until he's hovering over you do you realize what he's about to do. And you're not fast enough to dodge his fluttering fingers that push into your sides. “It was just okay? I poured my heart out for thirteen minutes, just okay!?” His laughter mixes with yours, hips pinning you down as you squirm underneath his touch.
“Ahh! Jimin, stop. Thank tickles.” Your hands scramble to catch his, missing them by an inch each time while laughter fills the room. He's giggling, this pretty smile on his face the entire time. You only catch glimpses of him, between your head tilting back as choked laughter leaves your lips.
Finally, you manage to catch his wrist. Putting a stop to the torture, but not to the way he stares down at you. “It tickles,” You're saying through a breath. Laughter dying down into heavy breaths, but the hammer of your chest never slows. In fact, you're sure it raises a few beats once you register the way he's looking at you. The same captivated look from before, but this time his gaze is focused on your lips.
Pink tongue pushing out to wet his own and you'd give anything to hear what he was thinking. Wrists caught in your hands and just frozen with his legs on either side of your hips. If he kissed you would you push him away? You should, of course, that should be your first reaction – but would you?
Not allowing your thoughts to roam any further, you're clearing your throat, quickly catching his attention as you release his hands from your grasp. He hasn't gone anywhere, but you miss him already. And he must've picked up on that small fact because instead of standing up and leaving like you both know he should, he's reaching for your wrists.
Both captured in one hand, he's quick to lift them over your head, pinning them to the armrest as he leans down. He's quick, face finding the crook of your neck. You're letting out a surprised yelp when you feel his teeth sink into your skin with a mean bite. “Ow!” The pain is quickly being soothed with the pleasure that comes from the licks of his tongue.
“You always bite too hard!” It's hard to sound annoyed with the way his lips were making your stomach flip.
Either way, he's not paying attention. Focused on biting into your skin one last time before he's lifting his head to look at you. Eyes much darker than they were just a moment ago, hooded. His lips look even more inviting now and you have to force yourself not to lean up for a taste. “You fucking like it. And it makes me hard,”
As proof, he's angling his hips so his stiffening cock brushes against your lower belly. Eyes fluttering as a breathy sigh falls from your lips and he grins, lips morphing into a smirk as his eyes dance across your features. Slowly, he's bringing your arms down, placing a palm on either side of his chest.
“Push me away,” Voice barely above a whisper, teeth cutting into his lower lip as his eyes flicker from your mouth to your eyes. He's going to kiss you. Showing all the telltale signs of the build-up and you know you have to push him away. But you're too busy flirting with the idea of how close he could get before your heart explodes.
His nose bumps against eyes peeking up at you one last time before he's pushing forward the rest of the way. Just like Snow White, it takes one brush of his lips for you to come to your senses. The fact that he really shouldn't be here and how stupid you were not to kick him out the moment you were seeing him. And he especially shouldn't be gearing up to kiss you.
No matter how many times you planned to replay this moment in your head.
With two weak hands, you're pushing. Reluctantly, but you're still pushing. Just before he's able to fully wrap his lips around yours, he's pulling away. A small sigh leaving his lips as he moves to put distance between the two of them, hands ruffling through his hair – hat somewhere on the floor must've fallen off while he was tickle attacking you.
“I should get going,” You can't seem to find your voice so all you do is nod. Shifting into until you're sat upright and he's standing to leave. He finds his hat and he's shoving it on his head, low enough to cover his eyes.
You half expect him to leave without another word. So imagine your shock when he's turning around to face you, a small smile playing on his lips. “I really only came to drop off that stuff,” He's nodding to the side and you've clearly forgotten the reason why he was here in the first place because your face twists in confusion.
Jimin ignores it, though, taking careful steps in your direction. Crouched down so you're now face to face, his hand lifts to run through your hair. “I am glad I got to see you, though. Try not to let them make you too upset,” With a gentle pat to your head, his hand is shifting to grip your chin.
He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before you can say anything about it. Then two more when you don't throw a fit. “Call me if it's too horrible,” He says with a laugh and all you do is nod. Letting out a soft 'goodbye' as he makes his way to the door. It slams when he reaches the bottom of the stairs, completely stealing away your view of him.
And you miss him already.
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— he’s bad for you. from the commitment issues to the endless scandals. sworn to never settle down… well, that’s until he sees how happy you can be without him. now he’s willing to do anything to keep from losing you to your so-called ‘perfect boyfriend’.
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stayjimin · a day ago
ten minutes | pjm
pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive
warnings: go to h*rny jail bonk!!!
word count: 650
a/n: i wrote this the other day when i saw these photos and then i forgot to post it lol
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You sit on top of your suitcase with a huff, the few last-minute items that you had added making the luggage just too full to zip shut. You would get it though, that extra sweater was coming if it was the last thing you did.
“Is it a little full?” Jimin prompts, rounding the corner from the hallway to stand in the doorway of the bedroom. You hear him laugh at you as you struggle to close the zipper, exerting way more energy than you cared to admit.
“I may have packed too much,” you joke, finally succeeding in closing the zipper, brushing the hair off your forehead and letting out a small sigh.
“Really?” he teases, pushing off the wall and walking towards you, helping you pick the heavy luggage off the floor, forever the gentleman. You let out another sigh as he props up the suitcase and rolls it to the door.
It's then that you get a good look at him since he's finished getting ready. He's in black from head to toe, the Louis Vuitton sweatshirt he had been so excited about getting and the one of his favorite pairs of jeans. His hair is pushed back into a hat, long enough that it sticks out at his neck.
He looks fucking hot.
“You okay?” you hear him cut through the daydreaming, his eyebrow raising with a smile.
You let out a small hum, chewing on your lip as you step closer to him. There's a reply on the tip of your, but you're not quite done taking him in yet. His face is covered in confusion at your silence, gaze dropping to admire the outfit once again.
“Do we have to leave right now?” you question finally, closing the distance between him and you and resting your palms against his waist.
He lets out a laugh, realization hitting him all at once. “Yeah, baby,” he answers, resting his fingers under your chin and lifting your gaze. “We really do need to leave right now,” he insists, “otherwise we'll be late.” He leans down to press a kiss against the bridge of your nose, and then another on the corner of your mouth.
“But, like,” you continue, squeezing his waist, “how late?” You trail your hands down to the hem of his shirt, tucking your fingers under the fabric and looping them through the whole of his belt loops. You use your new hold on him to your advantage, pulling him flush against you, his chest pressed against yours. You can't stop, you know if Jimin says you'll be late it's probably not just late, but really late.
“Y/n…” he warns, his voice just a little serious, though he makes no attempt to move away, his hands grabbing onto your triceps.
“We don't even have, like,” you persist, “ten minutes?” You push slightly closer to settle your lips against the column of his neck, your mouth pressing light, and then not so light, kisses against the mouth.
He lets out a sigh, tilting his head slightly to allow your lips to work more easily against the skin. He trails his hands to your waist, his tight grip contradicting his words. You think he's caved, that you'll get what to you want and he'll press you into the mattress, or maybe against the wall, or the desk, or the-
“Baby,” he insists one more time, using his newfound hold on your torso to push you further away, effectively removing your mouth from him. “We really do not have time. I'm sure the guys are already waiting.”
You pull your hands from his waistband, grabbing his hand from your waist to press a chaste kiss against his palm. “Fine,” you resign with a pout. “But next time you're gonna look like this,” you pause, looking at his outfit again, “we better not be running late.”
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nightowlfandom · a day ago
Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me
Just wanna say if you see your name used here, I don’t have beef with you okay? I had a random name generator in another tab and just used the first name I saw.
Once again someone doesn’t want me to be great so....this might be the only post today because I....dunno I can’t post when I’m not in a good mood and its been real shitty.
You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.
Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more. 
He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.
You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.
“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.
Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”
“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”
“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready, or did they send you here to waste our time?”
“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people. 
“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”
“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”
“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”
“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”
“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”
“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”
“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.
“You have my word.”
“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.
Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”
“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.
“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”
“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.
“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course. 
“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.
“My apologies sir!”
“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”
“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”
“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.
“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.
“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.
“Yes sir!”
Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”
“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.
“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”
She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.
“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”
“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust
“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.
“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”
“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”
“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”
You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.
“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”
“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation. 
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.
“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”
“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”
“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman. 
“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.
“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.
“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.
“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”
Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.
The girl had went completely quiet now.
“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”
Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.
You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”
“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”
“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.
“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”
“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”
“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss. 
As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck. 
“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.
“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.
“Yes sir!!”
Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.
He had tore a rip up your dress.
“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.
“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”
“In the
 “When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”
... (The Hotel)
He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had hear a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.
“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”
“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.
“ hands?”
“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.
“ mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”
He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.
“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”
“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.
“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?” 
“This is mine.” mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”
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novajeon · 2 days ago
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This Jimin got me fucked all the way up and I’m bout to write about it.. y’all cool?
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bubobangtan · 19 hours ago
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲
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- a BuboBangtan Original -
{ Park Jimin x f!reader }
Warnings: TBD
- Teaser - Releasing Soon
- Read It Here! -
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲: After many long nights together, Y/N and Jimin got close… but the problem with long distance effects their relationship. Once they finally forget about each other they’re brought back to retrieve a bond that was almost forgotten. Is it okay to re-feel the feelings you once forgot? Find out in, Love, Please Stay.
• Based off the song Lover, Please Stay by NothingButTheives
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guccimins · a day ago
concept: you getting railed by taehyung and jimin at the same time. enjoy the mental picture.
oh . oh .
your legs spread over jimin's thighs as he drills your dripping pussy . taehyung hammering into your ass from behind , his strong hand in your hair , pulling your head back .
it's so overwhelming , but in the best way possible .
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ladyartemesia · 3 months ago
You always give out such amazing fic recs. I'm wondering if you have anything on hand for me. My absolute favorite trope is soft camboy AUs but really any sex worker au hits the spot, any member.
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• these stories feature sex workers or sex worker adjacent plot lines up to and including running personal NSFW accounts • please be aware that all contain mature content and mature themes • minors do not interact • please CAREFULLY READ ALL TAGS IN ALL WORKS to be sure that you are comfortable reading the content •
Silk and Lace by @sunshyngal this one will blow your mind because it’s a royalty AU as well. I don’t want to spoil it but this fic is completely wild and amazing. Like amazing amazing. There are hidden identities, sexy secrets, intense mutual pining. I can’t say enough about it. And BOY can Shyn write. I have been obsessed with this story from the second she published it. It is illicit. It is shocking. I am shooketh.
Elite Chatboy by @kookingtae this one is funny as well as hot! Reader signs up for a sexting service and catches feelings with her sweet and sexy service provider Jungkook. It is a hilarious, fluffy, sexy ride. This may seem like a strange thing to say but this story is really about that couple who laughs and loves together because the connection between them is just that irresistible.
Human Touch by @snackhobi this one has a twist. The sex worker is an android named Taehyung who gains sentience and falls in love with the woman who looked at him and saw more than a machine built for her pleasure. This is honestly a beautiful story and at the end I was just so soft and happy.
Starfruit by @inkedtae is a wild wild ride on the camboy Hobi train. Features a curvy reader and oh my gosh it’s so sexy. This one made me laugh too. There is a fun little twist in the middle that sent me screaming. Truly a delight. I laughed and I sighed and I swooned.
Cyberslut by @kimnjss this one hits on one of my favorite tropes ever—good girl with a secret identity online. The reader has a hard stan thirst account dedicated to the college basketball star (Yoongi) who has no idea that his nerdy tutor is the online hottie tweeting about his hands.
Who’s Your Daddy by @ppersonna the reader is looking for a real dom in her life so she seeks one out on a website dedicated to meeting that particular need. She has no idea that the sexy dom she’s paired with is none other than her best friend who has been in love with her for years. This hot, funny, and delightful story of false identities and true love will leave you sweating and grinning guaranteed.
Dazed and Glazed by @floralseokjin Ok this story has been on a couple rec lists of mine and it will continue to be on many more because no joke it’s like a full on legitimate masterpiece. I could write a dissertation on this story. It’s flawless. The characterizations, the world building, the way the emotions build. There isn’t enough I can say about it. This story is special and features one of the hottest sex scenes like…ever. This is truly one of my favorite fics of any genre for any member and I do not say that lightly. The fun begins when the queen of good girl porn wants to retire with a bang—specifically with notorious porn bad boy Kim Seokjin ruining her in all the right ways.
In Motion by @yoonia is something else. I confess I came to her site because I vaguely recalled that she maybe had a sex worker fic but then I found this and I just COULD NOT LOOK AWAY it was incredible. I mean mesmerizing. The reader is invited to an exclusive voyeurism club where she ends up crossing paths with a handsome man who turns out to be her new boss—Jeon Jungkook! It was so incredibly hot. I couldn’t put it down. I’m serious just wow.
Simply.Cute97 by @httpjeon this is a spicy story about a virgin camgirl who falls for her favorite viewer—a hottie who also happens to be a camboy by the name of Jeon Jungkook. Their relationship is the wildest blend of filthy and fluffy and honestly it’s just a ton of fun the entire way through.
Ill-Fated by @sketchguk is great. What is a girl to do when she finds out that the bane of her existence and the gorgeous cam boy she is obsessed with are one and the same person? This is sometimes sweet, sometimes sexy and a pleasure to read all the way through. I can’t say I blame the reader for handling the situation the way she does. It all seems quite satisfying—if you know what I mean.
Playtime by @jungkookienoona is hot hot hot. This is a fun little cam porn love square. Two childhood best friends in love with each other. Both are cam performers and both are obsessed with the other person’s stream. It’s really just an insanely sexy and also an insanely thought provoking story. I giggled a lot because really it’s so cute, but also insanely hot. So be warned, this fic did not come to play—despite its name.
The Playmate Series by @scribblemetae is about a lovely girl who takes a job a ‘playmate’ for the boys of Bangtan. She caters to their kinks and discovers a lot about herself along the way. Obviously there are feelings and a lot of interesting twists and turns throughout. What a spicy ride! A lot of interesting thought and world building went into this one! You’re sure to be fascinated.
Show-Off by @taeverie is a fun little story about a lucky girl who discovers her roommate Hoseok is a camboy and ends up getting a live and in-person show. It’s a fun and quirky little snack that really hits the spot. My favorite part was when Hobi caught her watching his streams after she lied about it. Good stuff all around.
Notorious by @jungk0oksthighs this one is kind of fascinating. I really don’t want to give the story away, but literally by the end I basically just screamed. It was wild. Definitely give it a shot, but be prepared to have your jaw hit the floor. This author is quite good at eliciting that reaction.
A Matter of Shyness by @jjungkookislife this story is so cute! It’s about a sweet girl who is thirst following a naughty Snapchat account at the same time she begins growing closer to a classmate named Kim Taehyung. There are a lot of delightful reveals and genuinely sweet moments.
Éffleurer by @sugaurora is a fascinating and highly addictive story. This features as sex worker who specializes in a type of submissive performance deciding to enter into a submissive relationship with her gorgeous boss. I’m telling you it’s thrilling. Absolutely thrilling.
Obey by @jjkfire this is one of the most endearing and lovely stories on this list. It’s so sexy and hot yes but it’s like also a beautiful redemption song. The reader is a shy awkward escort who isn’t really an escort, she’s really just there to serve drinks and subtly discourage men from booking her, but she unknowingly enchants the very beautiful and very dangerous mafia boss Kim Taehyung and well… What’s a girl to do? The twist in the story is priceless by the way. I literally cried tears of moved beauty. It’s like that.
Kairos by @luffles424 yes I know. This one is an auto-include because I love it so much and it’s like super amazing and all. And if you haven’t read it yet then please don’t deny yourself any longer. Sweet omega college girl decides to auction of her first heat to the highest bidder and wealthy businessman Kim Seokjin cannot imagine who would pay for something like that… but then he smells her and all bets are off. This is honestly a beautiful love story and you know I am such a sucker for a/b/o done well.
Sexual Healing by @honeymoonjin features extraordinarily hot sex therapist Kim Namjoon and his quest to help the reader reach realization and release in this occasionally humorous romp. I really enjoyed reading this. Namjoon’s smooth certainty had me swooning, but it was the way he really encouraged the reader to explore and enjoy herself that made this an unmissable treat.
Out of Work by @jessikahathaway ok Jess full disclosure I read this before we were friends and it’s one of those stories that I ALWAYS think about (Jess’s writing will do that to you) and when I got this request I was like oh my gosh I have to include THAT Jimin story and here it was YOU that wrote it and I didn’t even remember! I love this story. It’s so incredibly fluffy and surprisingly romantic.
The Cockpile: One Shot Series by @httpjeon this is actually seven different one-shots (one for each of the members) each with their own unique setting. All the stories are themed around sex work and all of them are top notch. I highly recommend. Seven stories for the click of one link with this one!
Shutter and Shiver (Part 2) @pac-mang-blog this one was hard to track down but it was worth it. Submissive camboy cutie Jimin has a noona kink and a pretty project partner who watches his show faithfully. Jimin is quite the adventurous tease and the reader spends most of the story in a state of extremely hot and bothered. I included the link to both parts because they really are tricky to find.
The BANGmeTAN Collab is an ongoing collection of stories centered around the members as sex workers. Thus far it features completed stories by @kpopfanfictrash and @underthejoon • I originally linked The Boyfriend Concept which I discovered (thanks to @kigurumu) was actually part of a whole collab! All the authors participating are top notch writers and each installment is a delightful treat!
Satisfy by @suga-kookiemonster so this story is like wild. I learned things about myself reading this story. This author is great at balancing humor with genuine connection and it really shines in this unusual tale of Kim Taehyung’s friend who (after finding herself in need of money to finish school) agrees to an exclusive paid sexual relationship with the extremely wealthy Kim brothers (the Kim Line) in order to minimize scandals for their influential family. It’s filthy, evocative, emotional, and downright electrifying. I think I may have passed out during Tae’s scene and you’ll know why as soon as you start reading it.
Bam! You Got Scammed by @dovechim this is a wildly creative story. Truly. It revolves around a camgirl who is running a bit of a scam. Poor sweet Jeon Jungkook is double crossed and he decides to get his revenge in sexy satisfying fashion. This is a delightful story. I laughed and gasped and fanned myself the whole time.
95mochibuns by @gukptune this story is delightful in so many ways. Jimin is a camboy and the reader is a twitch streamer and they both (unknowingly) have huge crushes on each other that accidentally spill out onto the internet with lots of antics. Even their followers get involved. It’s sexy and hilarious and I always feel such anticipation when I read it. Even though I know what happens!
The Cambunny Series by @getitinbusan is a fascinating take on an idol AU. Jungkook goes exploring and sees someone he recognizes. The drama unfolds deliciously from there! This one was very hot! I had to stop and fan myself! The second part features Hoseok in a surprise guest capacity!
Take One by @untaemedqueen this story holds such a special place for me because I was really involved in helping D plan it. I knew from the first paragraphs she sent me that it was something really incredible. Min Yoongi is a super famous porn star and the reader writes fan fiction about him. Little does she know that he LOVES reading her work and starts incorporating some of her kinks and stories into his work! It’s so much fun and still manages to be both a great love story and a super sexy romp.
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…and since I spent all that time putting together this list, lemme just slide you the link to my MASTERLIST where you can find other themed fic rec lists like this as well as all of my original works 😘
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If you know of any really great stories (including your own) that might fit the theme of this list, don’t be afraid to send them in to me!
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Thank you to the people who sent in recommendations! Newest additions to the list are in PINK!
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lavishedinjimin · 9 months ago
kinky hours masterlist
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— all drabbles are 18+. for adults, by adults, about adults. all are for f.readers!
— do not repost anywhere outside of tumblr. 
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rules before sending a request 
mean daddy jk denies sub!reader of his touch/name-calling/degradation
OC asks for kisses during sex and jk finds it adorable
stressed jk getting pissed off at OC’s attitude/manhandling/ball gag
crybaby™ jk x reader/ jk licking the tears off of OC’s cheeks
criminal!jk x officer!reader/kidnapped/imagine butter era jk’s concept photo vr.2
brat tamer jungkook/punishes reader for being a spoiled brat lol
sub!jungkook is tied up/giving him oral/tracing his arm tats with your tongue
ex-bf jungkook/argument turns into hate sex/reader cheated on namjoon lmao
hand kink/making origamis with daddy!jk/gagging
single dad jk/apologizing that he fucked you too hard/babysitter reader
crybaby™ jk x reader but OC uses her safeword
daddy jk takes care of you after not having sex for weeks
he finds out that you’re a Little/daddy!jk
cumming inside you without protection/creampie kink
eating you out with whipped cream
dom!jk/dirty talk/window sex
reader squirts and jungkook’s “give me more”
atgggth™ jk/eating pussy/whiny reader
jk fucks you while standing
spitting in mouth/overwhelmed reader
dom!jk/bratty reader
crybaby!jk/anal play with sub reader/ddlg 
jungkook finding your moans adorable
softdom!jk/rainy ambience/dirty talk/cuddling 
chubby reader/rough sex/praise
horny jk comes home while you’re cooking
crybaby™ jk/reader wearing cat ears and tail
riding jk’s thigh while spooning
overstimulation/clit torture/squirting
dom!jk pinning you down as he fucks you
daddy jk and his corruption kink
soft jk but reader wants it harder, hmmppp >:(
clit overstim/tied to the bed
hard dom jk/rough sex/jk fucks reader ‘inhumanly fast’...haha
passionate sex/lotus position
jk fucks reader gently and deeply™
ddlg/first time riding dom!jk/praise
blowjob while on the phone/punishment/degradration/jk meanie 
hard dom!jk/humiliation/subspace/big dick jk haha
reader does jk’s makeup as she rides his cock
daddy!jk/small reader/praise kink/size kink/wearing his baggy shirt
daddy!jk is handcuffed to the bed by babygirl  
dom!jk is jealous so he gives you hickeys
slapping/spitting in reader’s mouth/degradation/rough/choking
jk catches reader humping her pillow with his jumper on
punk jk fucks reader on her parents’ bed
crybaby™ jk and his love for eating pussy/spitting/descriptive
thigh riding/degradation/choking/spanking/hair pulling/whatever
overstimulation/reader tells jk to stop but he doesn’t listen
cockwarming/”move and i’ll take my fucking cock out of you”
punishing you in front of the members/degradation
dom jk fucks you mercilessly in front of a mirror/rough
having your first time with dom!jk
jk comes home to reader fucking herself/punishment/size kink/daddy
fucking you roughly while the members are around
dom jk/cocky jungkook energy/slow down by chase atlantic/descriptive
cockwarming :D
punishing you after you came without his permission
reader says she’s ‘too heavy’ but jk proves her wrong/against the wall
jungkook trying his spanking kink out on you
holding your thighs while he eats your cunt
dom!jk manhandles reader/virgin kink
tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh
crybaby™ jk/reader got her nipples pierced/descriptive
testing out his pain kink on you/face slapping/biting/choking
taehyung finding the wet squelching noises cute iykyk 
bad boy™ tae gives you hickeys in public/possessive tae
dom!tae/mutual masturbation/voyeurism
werewolf!tae asking you to run because you disobeyed him
lactation kink/slight mommy kink
pushing your head against a pillow bc you’re too loud
sweet hot tub sex
taehyung uses his ties to play with you
reader cheats on jk while fucking taehyung
mutual masturbation but ends up fucking anyway lol
ddlg taehyung/size kink
bad boy™ taehyung teachers reader how to blow
the start of bad boy™ tae x young reader ;)
movie date with a remote control vibrator/dirty talk
dom!tae/nipple play/hand kink
tae fucks you while you’re asleep/spooning
ddlg/tae is jealous of you spending your time with other guys
cockwarming while he’s gaming
soft dom!tae/praise kink
bratty reader/rough/pissed from all the dating rumors
tae makes you wear a ball gag
taehyung fucks you in a pool
getting heated with tae in the pool
ceo!taehyung/secret relationship/some spanking
fucking you sensually while Singularity plays in the background
tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first
tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh
bisexual reader/jimin gets jealous from you fangirling over a female idol
jimin getting on his knees/you’re standing during oral
dom!jimin corruption kink/condescension/jimin and his kendo agenda
jimin edges you with a bluetooth vibrator in public 
making fun of jimin’s small hands until he shuts you up 
cockwarming with jimin while he works out
jimin releasing his pent-up stress on you
sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon
softdom!jimin/swallowing his spit/praise kink
poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader
truth or dare/bts taunting jimin that he can’t make his gf cum
softdom!jimin/cocky/reader says he’s the biggest she’s ever had
softdom!jimin/readers sits on his lap and he bounces her up and down
dom!jimin/use of vibrator/edging/denial/squirting
jimin and his corruption kink/small!reader
jimin makes you sit on his face for being bratty
controlling your vibrating panties at dinner
hard dom!hobi/pissed off that you accidentally said his name instead of ‘daddy’ during sex
hobi getting annoyed that you keep moving during oral
werewolf hoseok in heat/mentions of impreg/slight blood mentions
tattooed hobi x curvy reader/praise kink/loving degradation
daddy hoseok/trying to get his attention while he’s on the phone
softdom!hobi/fucking you in front of the practice room’s mirror
masochistic hobi punishing reader
namjoon discovering your pinterest board full of kinky shit
wolf namjoon x bunny hybrid reader/bunny gets lost in the forest o_o
dom!namjoon uses a spreader bar on you/squirting/degradation
giving joon oral under the desk bc he’s stressed from working
dom!namjoon x sub!reader x dom!yoongi/spitting kink/spanking
daddy namjoon fucks you while you’re both high/marijuana intake
namjoon spits in your mouth/wall fucking
sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon
namjoon and creampie... yum
namjoon punishing reader/overstim/degradation
softdom!namjoon/size kink!!
daddy!joon babies reader to be intimate with him 
edging with joonie and his babygirl
sucking him off while he’s on vlive
servant namjoon x princess reader/bending her over the desk
tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first
butt play wohoo/no peneration/just thumb on butthole typa’ thing
PUBLIC. BUS. SEX./cockwarming & grinding/slight exhibitionism/honestly this is just so hot
distracted by his hands/fingering you against his piano/hand kink
sitting on yoongi’s face + overstim
pet play/kitten play with yoongi
innocent s/o never masturbated before/virgin reader/size kink
dom!yoongi x sub!reader x dom!namjoon/spitting kink/spanking
breeding kink/pregnancy kink
poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader
hard dom yoongi
hand kink omfg
dom!yoongi/bondage/using a dildo on you
yoongi shows off his tongue technology/cunnilingus 
reader wears vibrating panties in public
seokjin ruining your orgasm/putting the vibrator inside your panties
yoga with seokjin/ahh yes, the downward dog/cunnilingus
dom!seokjin fucking you in front of a mirror
ball worship!!
lactation kink with seokjin aaahhhh
teasing seokjin until he snaps/big cock seokjin agenda
dry humping/cumming in his pants
daddy seokjin takes care of you after weeks of not having sex
asking jin if he can choke you
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— since 2020.
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nochueso · 3 months ago
Rich People Shit
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➱ summary: I really just wanted to write rich!Jungkook. Jungkook approaches you with a proposition of friendship. He wants to spoil you shitless with designer everything, and you both end up really fucking liking each other.
➱ word count: 11k
➱ genres: smut, fluff, rich!jk x reader
➱ includes: cursing, unprotected sex (be safe out there yall), virgin!jk, virgin!reader, literally smut idk what to say rlly you're either gonna read it or not lol!
Silently, you sat on the steps of the entrance to a very pristine, very flamboyant, and affluent University. You never thought you’d ever be here nor did you think you’d be sitting on its steps– like an actual student. Yet, here you sit, quietly, mysteriously, with a dash of pride, paging through the “Luxury” magazine in your lap. You sighed for a second, looking away from the glossy pages to take in your surroundings from the top of your sunglasses. You squinted, watching the students parade by. You could tell, you weren’t like them, you may even never be. You may dress like them, talk like them, walk like them, act like them, but on the inside you are not one of them.
On paper, you are not one of them either. You are not a student here.
You looked back at your magazine.
Surely, you applied last year, friends and family pestered you to at least give it a try, then you had actually thought you had a chance. But you see, when you’re not a trust fund baby, or have parents with cash basically flowing out of their assholes, then you really did not have a chance at this school built on classism and wealth. So why were you even here? The thing is, you might actually be a mastermind, or you may just be naively stupid.
You came here to fish.
You were still a student, just not here, your shabbier university– for the commoners– was just a few blocks away, so it was always easy for you to come here between classes, to get your work done, or just contemplate nothing.
There isn’t a pond or lake at this school, nor is there a river or fishing pier. You came here for a very specific kind of fish. Fish without gills. Fish that don’t spend their lives in water. Fish that can walk. Fish with a specific kind of gait that oozes an overflowing bank account. A handsome little fish. A handsome little fish that can make your dreams of owning pieces of fucking name brand clothing true.
Some Gucci to be specific. You like Gucci, maybe even some Dior, and Alexander Wang. You nodded silently at the reminder of your motives.
Today was your fourth Thursday sitting on these god awful steps that pierced your ass bones. Pelvis? Who cares, you’re not an anatomy major. If that’s even a thing– biology, pre-med, most likely is what it’s called.
That means this is your fourth week, and it’s once again coming to a near end. Four weeks. Still no fish. You remind yourself that fishing requires patience. Fishing requires a careful skill of observation and strict mental control. You need to be ready for the slightest tug. The slightest tug of your prey taking the bait you’ve so carefully laid out for them. Your bait was you of course. Who wouldn’t want a taste of you? Well...that wasn’t the best question to ask. Let’s rephrase that. Who wouldn’t want a taste of a classy mystery woman sitting on the steps of a school where only cream of the crop students go? That sounded better. You were oozing confidence out of your pores as you sat on those demonic stairs, your black sunglasses shielding your eyes from the cloudy sky. And your outfit, oh golly gee your outfit... Only the best of the best from your closet ever gets to see these steps. These fucking ste–
“What language is that?”
In the midst of your tumultuous thoughts, you failed to take note of the random stranger who came to sit to your left. Nonchalantly staring over to your magazine, seemingly interested in whatever the hell you were reading. You questioned whether you should even look over, whether you should feign ignorance to push your “mystery” woman agenda. You didn’t have very strong self-restraint. So you turned...slightly. Your face in the direction of his feet, your eyes are however on his.
Jesus, this man was fucking hot. Diabolically so. You had a hot flash just by looking at him. You started getting dizzy too, there were stars flying around him. Perhaps you just got hemorrhoids from how satanically sexy this man was in the face. And you didn’t even get to the rest of him yet. You hoped the rest of him wouldn’t disappoint you. You see, perfect people are rare, it’s either they have a pretty face or a pretty bod. He probably had a missing toe or something with that perfect face of his.
Your answer was simple. Disregard.
You flipped to the next page. Your hands are nearly shaking from the pressure of this ridiculously gorgeous man’s eyes on you. You could feel him drilling holes through you with those evil brown sex eyes. You tried to steady yourself, as unnoticeably as possible. ‘Remember your goal, remember your destiny!’ The voice inside your head yelled.
When he didn’t leave, even after you had ignored his existence, and effect on you, this was your chance to find out if the fish really took the bait and got fucking stuck on it.
“Is there something you need?” You trailed your eyes back to him, once again feigning distaste and annoyance.
He looked down for a bit. You bit your bottom lip, not sure whether you had hurt him with your words. Then he looked out towards the green park in front of you both: a number of students having picnics and walking around in friend groups.
“Trying to talk to people today is so hard. No one wants a stranger coming up to them, it’s not normal anymore. Everyone meets on instagram and snapchat and twitter, sliding into DMs and all that.” He speaks in a low voice, melancholic almost. His elbows on the steps behind him, resting. Fuck he was sexy. You could tell he was genuine. He got up. Shit shit shit shit.
He placed his hands in his pockets, “Just wanted to talk to a pretty girl.” He smiled, his eyes drowning you in guilt. With that he turned around, slowly stepping down the stairs.
“It’s French.” You called out after him. the classic romance language you had chosen to learn as your language requirement. It’s not like you understood much of it, but looking at pretty pictures and deciphering a word and a sentence every now and then was fun, and you used it to convince yourself that you were actually learning from it. You weren’t.
His head turned back towards you, rapidly, with one of the most magnificent smiles you’d ever laid eyes upon. The butterflies in your stomach were having a field day. He came back and sat next to you, this time a bit closer. Close enough to where you could smell him. A sweet smell, not the usual smell of cologne that most men wore. He was wearing ladies perfume. It was odd, but it made you feel more relaxed, like there was no way this man could ever do anything wrong.
“So, are you a linguist major here?” He badgered you with another question. Like a child that had just won a prize at a carnival game. Why he was making assumptions about you was beyond you. It was a bit bothersome though, you never liked when people would ask assumptive questions, why don’t they let you give the details.
“I’m not, if we’re going to talk please stop making assumptions.” You sighed.
“Sorry. My name is Jungkook. And now I’m gonna stop talking and let you tell me about yourself instead...if you want to. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” Nervous, that was cute.
“Well...” You looked at him. Unsure of what to tell him. You didn’t want to lie. You hated lying, and you didn’t understand the point of it. Why lie about yourself to others when you can just hide the truth. When you can be deceiving just by saying the right things and leaving the rest out. However though, you were feeling rather bold today, like, you didn’t really give a fuck. Though his face looked so fucking kissable, delectable, ravishing, his outift was rather plain, and one thing you knew about the kids at this school was that they didn’t love anything more than to show off with daddy’s money. The man before you was just wearing a black shirt, black baggy pants and black sneakers. Very simple. Was he just being modest perhaps? Humble. Or was he one of the affirmative action kids? A super smart athlete from a poor home on a full scholarship? Or maybe just a smart kid that got in from his own diligence, from a lower middle class family?
“I’m fishing.” Your words made him raise his eyebrows, perplexed.
“Fishing for what?” You were expecting him to assume something again, but he didn’t, he kept his word, letting you answer.
“Rich little assholes with too much money to spend, so I can offer some assistance in spending that money.” Your eyes squinted with a hint of evil genius.
He laughed. A roar almost. His head was thrown back and his teeth, eerily similar to those of a bunny’s, were now on display, he’s adorable. You flushed, elated, that you made this beautiful human being laugh. You could add this to your bucket list and check it off now if you even had one, ‘1. Make a super, incredibly, sexy, hot, cute, handsome, pretty guy laugh.’ In the box next to it a little check mark to display your success. But your mouth turned into a frown, confused on why he was laughing at your meticulously thought out plan that was sure to score you some sweet sweet cash.
“How’s that going for you?” He said through giggles.
“Not great, haven’t gotten a single fish yet, unfortunately.”
“Why are you doing this, if I may ask?”
“Well, it’s not like I want to get married to them or anything. I guess my reasoning is quite materialistic. I just want some Gucci pieces that I’ve been thinking of for the last two months. I’ve got five-k in my savings, and half the shit on here costs five thousand bucks.” You slap the magazine page in front of you with the back of your palm, like an old smoker upset that his lighter is out of fluid. “The other half more than that. So I had to devise a plan, obviously.” You shrug as if it were obvious and you were explaining to a five year old. You just spilled the entirety of your reasoning to this man you’ve known for five minutes. You should’ve stopped yourself, but there was just something about him that made you tell all the truth, not just tiny bits of it.
That was all he said to you, no laugh this time, not even a giggle or a smile. This time he just looked at you. Glazed over you. Studied you. You felt nervous. You removed your sunglasses, in hopes of looking less ridiculous on a cloudy day. You didn’t notice it, but his eyes sharpened. You worried that you may have scared him off, maybe he was a rich prick and your poverty disgusted him.
Jungkook thought that he had scored. He’d noticed you the first day you sat on those stairs, those stairs that were too tough to sit on, so you were usually the only one on them, he wondered if you were actually comfortable. You were impossible not to be noticed, but maybe that was just him. He always saw you paging through a new magazine, he wondered if you were a fashion student, the way you dressed and the specific magazines that you always seemed to bring.
One could say he had created narratives in his head about you, he gave you a personality, a name, a major, he undressed you with his ey–
He wanted to get to know you. He had spent his past time between classes in his usual spot by the tall, ancient tree at the edge of the park placed perfectly in front of you. And so, he spent each day there, and so did you, and he was delighted to know that he would see you each day, except on weekends. The class he would leave to come here, Economics 101, a pain in the ass, but it ended at 11:45 am every other day. So on the days he had this class, he would be prepared to speed walk, sometimes even sprint out of the classroom at precisely 11:45 each time. He was always the first to walk through the exit doors, just so he wouldn’t miss a single second to see you. Maybe it was creepy, or maybe it was just what they called “Le coup de foudre” he mouthed. Love at first sight.
He knew you weren’t a student here because every student here had tried sitting on those stairs every once in a while, but they’d always find a better place around campus to idle in. You, on the other hand, always returned to the exact same spot, but he couldn’t figure you out. He couldn’t understand why you constantly returned there. So one final day, he ventured out, to finally crack the case, and shatter every other possible story he had created in his mind palace, and perhaps build a real one, where it would be just you and him.
“French,” you had said. But he obviously already knew this. Who couldn’t recognize one of the most famous languages to exist on this earth. He hoped you didn’t think he was stupid, but it would be fare anyways, since you were holding the magazine upside down. He was relieved though, that you had called out for him to return. You gave him a chance, and he wouldn’t waste it.
You shared your diabolical evil genius plan with him, and he was appreciative of the fact that you were so honest with him. He was able to finally connect the last red string to the correct picture on the detective board in his head. But it took him a minute to figure out you weren’t joking.
“Interesting,” he had said. Quizzically studying you when you had spilled your entire scheme to him without a single laugh or even a giggle, snortle, chuckle, swift inhale. Nothing. So he knew you weren’t kidding. Your lip quivered like you had regretted telling him all this information. So, he decided to make an appropriate proposition, a proposition of friendship.
“I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
He watched as you stared at him, mouth slightly agape like you were torn between believing his offer or breaking out in a boisterous laugh. He needed to be a bit more convincing.
“You have five-k in your savings, I have fifty million.” He shifted his gaze from your bewildered face to your upside-down magazine. For someone that was so nonchalant a few minutes ago, you weren’t holding up too well now. He thought about how you wouldn’t actually be able to go through with your plan had it actually been one of these other rich trust fund assholes you had aforementioned. Because first of all, they wouldn’t have stuck around after your first act of obtuseness. He grabbed the magazine out of your nimble fingers, flipped it over, and went back a page. The designer pieces that were seducing you not that long ago, and he brought out his phone that sat in his front pocket. Dialed the little number that hid at the bottom of the page, and you both sat patiently as it rang next to his ear.
“Yes hello, I’d like to purchase the Gucci wool coat with leather details in your...” He flipped the magazine to see its cover. “Luxury twenty twenty-one Spring issue magazine....Yes....Yes the one that costs forty-five hundred...” He glanced over you for a moment to register your reaction, raising an eyebrow as you had your bottom lip between your teeth. Something in him ignited.
“Actually, can you add everything else too? Yes, I’d like to purchase all your uhhh... Gucci and Alexander Wang, Bottega Veneta, Zimmermann, Dior and Chanel pieces on display in your magazine as well...Am I sure? Yes...Oh um..” He glanced back to you, this time seriously eyeing you like a piece of meat. But he was just trying to figure out what kind of size you probably wore. “Can you send (Y/N's usual size) and (a size smaller)? We’ll try them on and return the ones that don’t fit...Yes...Just charge my account Jeon Jungkook, I’m already a member...Yes same shipping address...Thank you.” With his final thanks, he hung up, closed the magazine, and turned to face you.
He found you stuttering something but every time a word came to your tongue you closed your mouth, prohibiting it from escaping the gates of your mind. Jungkook grinned, not a sly grin, not a smirk, a grin of amusement, like he had never seen a sight so rewarding. He understood you now. You weren’t rude, or mean, or crude, you were a sweetheart, a gentle soul, a naive one too. You didn’t think things through, yet you had an immense amount of motivation, that wasn’t something that goes hand in hand but you were lucky, it worked for you. You had put up an act, a poor one at that. You were probably a goofball, the way you hadn’t even been paying attention to your magazine, probably too lost in thought to care for it anymore.
“It’ll all be at my house by tomorrow evening if you want to come pick it up.” He placed the magazine back into your nimble fingers.
Jungkook had no evil intentions or plans, he was truly a genuine guy, kind and endearing once you knew him, he would never try anything that would make you uncomfortable which is why he didn’t ask for your address to send it to.
“Do...” You paused. “Do you want something in return?” You asked. Now Jungkook was hit with a wave of anguish. He knew exactly what you were thinking, or at least he had an idea, you were terrified, and that was the very last thing he wanted. He could see the way you gripped your hands together to keep them from trembling, and he nearly dropped to his knees in apologies. He knew you probably thought that by doing this he had forced you into some sort of putrid debt that you’d be demanded to repay in various forms, and oh did he not want that.
“No!” He nearly yelled, his voice unexpectedly louder than he wanted. “No, I don’t want anything, it’s all yours, I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if I asked for your address to send it to.” He waved his hands, not taking a single breath between words. He surely did not want this to be the last time you saw each other, so he did his best.
Oh you were trembling alright. Trembling because you couldn’t hold yourself back much longer from swallowing this man whole right then and there. A small inch inside of you had actually hoped for Jungkook to ask for something in return, even if it was just a cup of coffee, you wouldn’t have even minded if he was an asshole because you would let him ruin you. There was just something about money that made you squirm, pleasantly. You know that money apparently doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure as hell bought something inside of you, and that face of his helped in swaying you even further.
“Alright.” You laughed.
“So, why Gucci? I personally prefer H&M.” He asked
“I can tell.” You gestured to his all-black ensemble with your eyes.
“I’m not going to take that as an insult because you look like you’re dressed for a runway show right now, but you’re sitting on some butt aching steps.”
“Well thank you, I take pride in my outfits. And I don’t know, do you have something softer to sit on?”
“Depends.” He said. You raised your eyebrow, challenging him.
“On?” You persisted him, eager to hear the very obvious answer to his obnoxious yet somewhat endearing flirtatious remark.
He doesn’t answer you, instead choosing to rub his palms across his thighs, as if they were slick with sweat, looking at you then away with a teasing grin. You wanted to wipe it off his face.
The both of you spent the rest of the day chattering on about each other while he showed you his favorite hiding places on campus. He told you stories about his many extravagant trips with his just as extravagant family and friends because you asked him to. And you in turn told him about the numerous shenanigans you pulled at your previous part-time jobs, always ending up in trouble one way or another because you didn’t like the way the customer spoke at you.
“No way!” You exclaimed, your hand slapping his bicep.
“My thoughts exactly!” He laughed, his hand coming up to hold his ear.
“I didn’t actually think rich people were that stupid, wow.” You gleamed at him. “No offense to you.”
He clutched his chest to signify the cliche look of hurt. “I’m actually at the top of all my classes.”
“And I’m a porn star with a side hustle of being the queen of Australia.” You teased.
“Wouldn’t that just be the queen of England?”
“Which one?” You both burst out laughing, loud boisterous laughs that quickly turned into snorts and chortles, mixing into indecipherable sounds that could be used as background noise for a ritual.
Jungkook had ended up walking you all the way to the cafe that was next to your campus dorms, a gentleman.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, I hope?” He said,.
“You will.” You replied with a smile. Jungkook thought that your smile could make the brightest star in the universe cower in defeat.
Jungkook took a single step back, preparing to take his leave but unable to take his eyes off you until you were the one to turn and depart. And it was quick. A peck on the cheek and you were running. Fleeing the scene of the crime where your dignity was killed in action. And Jungkook stood suspended, his hand on his cheek, a smile on his lips, and he knew then, that there was no way he’d be able to stop thinking about you.
You laid in bed reminiscing about today's events. When Jungkook had turned out to be a total sweetheart you were caught completely off guard. You were thinking he would ask you for sex or something, some sort of fuck buddy relationship perhaps, and that in return he’d shower you in extravagant gifts. Perhaps he was just doing a good deed. Helping the needy. But he had invited you to come to his home. So this wasn’t the last time he wanted to see you, and this made you excited. You weren’t sure what to do next though, you didn’t have much experience in this...area. Never haven taken interest in anyone because they just never seemed to satisfy your plethora of expectations, and you never lowered your standards. Then you thought about the kiss, or peck, whatever that crime of passion was. You were able to catch a glimpse of Jungkook’s face before you booked it, gone behind a building, and what you saw was the sweet shock of fondness. He didn’t hate it, and you were zealous.
On the other end, Jungkook could barely contain himself, he’d be seeing you again tomorrow. Don’t even get him started with the kiss, he had nearly grabbed you and given you a proper one, but you were gone too quickly. Even if you didn’t run, he would’ve still kept to himself, not wanting to push you into anything you didn’t want, allowing you to show him what you were comfortable with.
Friday evening came quickly. And as you approached Jungkook’s home, a literal mansion that cost you thirty bucks in an uber to get to, you thought about your plan. In all honestly, you didn’t have one even though you had ample time to think of one on your ride here, you came up blank. Because of your awfully picky nature in men, you had little to no experience, and right now you were coming up empty and decided to opt for plan B: let the lady make the decisions! By lady you meant your punani. If she wanted to go wild with this heavenly looking man then so be it. Even though you were most likely not going to be getting into bed with him tonight and entrancing him with your magical pussy, you still wore your favorite pieces of lingerie– the best that your broke college student money could buy. And so you put on your fake-it-till-you-make-it confidence and sashayed over to his three-meter tall doors. You rang the doorbell.
Within a minute you were met with his sweet smile. The smile you didn’t know you missed. And your eyes were naturally pulled towards it. And now your eyes were on his lips, and you watched as he licked them, and now you wanted to lick them. You were like a child, eyeing candy. You let your eyes drop lower, today he was wearing a tighter shirt, the type that was loose towards the abdomen but was tight at his arms because his arms were powerful– he was stacked. That was the men’s equivalence of a whore shirt. He was being a whore. You noticed the tattoo sleeve on his right arm, and you knew this man was actually perfect. He had no missing toe.
And Jungkook watched you. He knew you were checking him out because he was checking you out too. The way you bit your lip when you saw him lick his. His eyes naturally fell to your exposed legs, and were you carrying a pretty set.
“Hi, I’m glad you came.” He said.
“Me too.” The tension between you two strangling any other words that could be spoken, instead letting each other’s eyes battle to the death.
Jungkook stepped aside to let you in. You marveled at the interior of his home. Overwhelmed by how much it must have all cost. “Holy shit.” You felt a hand on the small of your back.
“Your items are in my room, I can have them packed up for you if you want?” Jungkook said, bringing you back to your senses.
But you didn’t, you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could because if you were being honest, you wanted to get to know him (too). You wanted to understand his motives, why he did it, and why he approached you.
“No, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to try them on first.” You gently touched his arm, the one that was on your back, the one laced in beautiful works of art. There was a certain awkwardness in the air now.
So with that, Jungkook led you up to his room, up the huge marble spiral stairs, down the hallway, and at the very end, the third door to your right, was his little cove. It definitely was not little. His tremendous cove. He had a king-sized bed at the very end of his room, and there was probably enough room for twenty more of those. And by his bed was the entrance to his closet, next to the closet entrance were three clothing racks filled with clothes, and beside those were a couple of purses and bags and smaller boxes. And he had beautiful huge windows on the west wall, opposite from the door you entered through. The windows basically took up the entirety of the wall, and your thoughts ran wild.
“I never got to ask but, why?” You looked at him. He was already looking at you. And you think you caught him. His head was slightly tilted and his eyes were on yours, and you saw a faint smirk, and a lip bite, and you think that for a second you were hallucinating because as quickly as you saw it, it just as quickly disappeared.
“Why did I buy you those things?” He pointed his chin to the clothes in the corner of the room. And you forgot how beautifully sculpted Jungkook was, his side profile a perfect silhouette.
“Yes.” You whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear, so he came closer.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” He was a head away from bumping into yours, and his eyes were pacing back and forth between yours and your lips, which were now pinker from the blood rushing towards them. But you whispered again because you wanted him even closer, “Yes.” But he didn’t move, sadly.
“You wanted to waste some jerk’s money, so I offered mine.” It was then that he stepped closer, and you could feel his breath on your skin. “I don’t think I’m much of a jerk though, sorry if you were looking for that too.” He added in a lower tone, one you had to pay attention to in order to catch every vibration. Your breathing became ragged, shaky and you weren’t sure if he was doing this on purpose.
“I wasn’t, I don’t really like jerks actually.” You moved your arm, gently placing it on his chest. Jungkook took it as a warning, do not wander further than my palm. He wasn’t sure why, but he surely didn’t want to mistake it for an invitation.
“Where can I try them on?” You smiled.
“There’s a walking closet right next to the racks, feel free to use it.” He took a step back.
“Thank you.”
“Or you could just use my room.” Jungkook froze, he wasn’t sure if he had actually said that out loud. It was just a passing thought in his head, and now he was mortified. He searched your eyes fervently for a reaction.
“Thank you for the offer, Jungkook, I’ll keep that in mind.” You took it as another one of Jungkook’s obnoxious jokes, like eighty percent of your conversations with Jungkook usually entailed. But silently, you wished he wasn’t joking.
Jungkook, however, felt his soul rise from his body and go far, far away. The way his name rolled off your tongue like a sweet melody, he would do anything to hear that again. He hadn’t even noticed any of the other words you said like they were all blurred except for his name, and it drove him crazy. You left him standing there, like a frozen popsicle. But your hand burned, it pulsated, from being on his chest, from feeling him flex under your palm, and it was exhilarating. You wanted to feel him again, but next time without a piece of clothing blocking the sensation.
Jungkook wasn’t used to bringing women home, the last time a girl was in his room was before his sixth grade dance, and it was only because she was amongst the rest of his little friend group. They were all going to the dance together, and Jungkook had told them he had snacks in his room, so they all rushed up to get some before leaving. Pathetic surely, for someone his age. But he never cared enough to go out of his way to find someone to share the majority of his time with, he never thought he needed to. He was always given everything he wanted or needed from birth, and until four weeks ago he didn’t realize that he did in fact want one more thing. Or perhaps he needed it? Love at first sight, what an idiotic concept.
For someone like Jungkook, it wasn’t uncommon to get married the moment he graduated, to another crazy rich person. In these circumstances, you marry someone you could tolerate, someone easy on the eyes too, and you just hope to see that person as little as possible. So you both have affairs, multiple, and it’s no secret, everyone knows, even friends, and family, they all know. It always made Jungkook’s stomach churn, at the mere thought of it all, the lack of integrity. He had met plenty of good-looking, rich, women, but they never seemed to stimulate him mentally. It was always a ‘Jungkook you’re so funny!’ and a firm grip of his thigh, when all he had said was that he didn’t care where they’d go eat, they could just watch Netflix instead. And he’d look at them, detached, then hail that he wasn’t feeling too well, and retire to his room. And the girls would always leave. They’d freshen up their lipstick as if they had another scheduled date before stepping out the door.
Jungkook was surely the black sheep of his family, his entire environment, and not in a bad way. He just didn’t behave like the others, he didn’t share their same mentality. Jungkook preferred to meditate than to go clubbing, he preferred to go to a local cafe than on a jet to Singapore for the weekend. Yes, he had seen and done his fair share of rich people things, but he was still always grateful for the plate of food that his personal chef would place in front of him, bowing to show his gratitude. Obviously, the staff in Jungkook’s home were all incredibly fond of him because of that, knowing this little prince from birth, watching him grow into a genuine and respectful young man.
Truthfully, Jungkook wasn’t really aware of the effect he had on people. He was a charmer, but he was kind too. So everything he ever said, whether it be a compliment, or a random remark on the nice weather, he meant it all one hundred percent. But Jungkook also didn’t say much, which is why he was never able to be properly understood by anyone but his family, staff, and very close friends, and maybe now even you. With you, Jungkook didn’t even feel the need to sat much, the glances you shared seem to fill in forty percent of your conversations. A single glance could mean you two would start barking like rabid dogs, or it could mean a ‘shut the fuck up you can’t be serious’, or even a ‘I will actually punch a hole in your smug little face right now.’
When you walked out of his closet with the first full outfit that fit, he was laying on his bed, hands behind his head and he jumped up at the sound of your entrance. You posed ridiculously for him and giggled. You were happy, and that was all he wanted. He winked, then whistled, eyeing you. You knew he was joking but you couldn’t help but blush, this was his effect, this was what he did to you. And now you really wanted to kiss him, and he really wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want you to think that was what he did all this for because it wasn’t. He didn’t want you to think that was all he had wanted.
You both quickly fell into conversation, loudly speaking to each other through the thick doors of the closet. Every now and then you’d poke your half-dressed head through the doors to say something or make sure you heard Jungkook correctly, a ‘What?’ and ‘Harhar very funny’ spoken every now and then. Jungkook now stood by the doors with his back against the wall and face towards the ceiling. And you’d think you were going crazy with the way he would look at you, like he had never seen something so divine. He’d never say anything, no ‘You look beautiful’ or even a ‘Wow’, none, he would just stare in awe with his mouth slightly ajar. And you would chuckle, every time. The both of you didn’t seem to be too good with words, never able to quite find any to properly use in describing your feelings.
So when you finally asked him, “How do I look?” he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, and said with the most serious look on his face, “Like the queen of Australia.” And you stared at each other, in disbelief, both of your eyes racing each other to look from one to the other, both your lips perked and quivering with the familiar wave of a roar that was surely soon to burst through the both of you. Like an explosion, the glee was released. You grabbed his shoulders to keep you balanced as you threw your head backward, your upper body following. And Jungkook was able to open his eyes slightly, through the tears he ogled at your neck, then at your face that shared an image of pure joy. He admired the way your lips parted way for your teeth, and the scrunches on your nose, the smile lines that led from the edge of your nose to the edge of your lips.
“You’re funny.” You said, dazed out of your mind and knocking on his chest, the dopamine coursing through your brain surely mixed with some oxytocin. And it was the same for Jungkook. You thought about the way his hands felt on your waist, leaving a ghostish touch, gentle and comforting.
“Wouldn’t it be even funnier if I kissed you right now?” His eyes were staring at yours with rapt attention. And you answered with an energetic nod, like you had been waiting for this question for years.
It was quick, his lips were on yours, soft, gentle. They glided against yours almost too perfectly like they belonged to you. Jungkook couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your mouth on his, so he was kissing you deeper, more fervently, like he didn’t even need to breathe. Your breaths fanned each other, exasperated sighs as you both inhaled every five seconds for air because you refused to separate. Jungkook felt a warmth blossom within him, the feeling of your arms wrapping around his head to pull him in closer. The two of you began clumsily stumbling towards his bed, the back of Jungkook’s knees hitting the edge first and he fell backward, you on top of him. Now you were peering at him from above, hair framing your face like a painting, and Jungkook adored the way you looked at him with your half lidded eyes through your long eyelashes. He was in paradise. No other paradise he had ever been in, no island vacation or shopping spree in Singapore could compare to the paradise he was in right now, with you. And he knew then that he wanted to share his world with you, and he could only hope and wish that you share yours with him too.
Jungkook caressed your cheek, gentle swipes across your cheekbones with his thumb. His eyes deeply focused on memorizing your every pore. If he told you he was counting your scars you would probably slap him out of embarrassment. He flipped you over, took off his shirt, and kissed you once more. This time it was quick, rushed, like he couldn’t get enough of you before the time was up.
“Can I?” He tugged at the hem of your top. And you nodded, hesitantly, your bottom lip between your teeth. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He reassured you, as if reading your mind, following his statement with a soft kiss on your forehead. “So tell me, what do you want?” He trailed his thumb across your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth, entranced by the way you took him in.
“Can I just have you?” You looked up at him, from eyeing his topless body. That alone had you pressing your thighs together. Your hands all over him, as if your eyes were closed and you were trying to picture him in your mind through your touch. Then you took his left hand with yours, and your right hand trailed down to grab his crotch, and you moved his hand down to yours. “But I don’t want these two to meet yet.” You snickered. Jungkook found you so amusing, his lips perking into an endearing grin. “That won’t be a problem, princess.” Your tummy did a little flip at his pet name, the way he purred it to you making you go a little crazy.
The rest of the night was spent touching and kissing and touching and kissing. And when Jungkook asked if he could ‘massage you down there’ you took his hand once more and slipped it into your panties. And when you were both in your underwear, Jungkook couldn’t stop drooling over you, the black lacy lingerie that you had worn just for him, hugging every one of your curves as if they were specially handcrafted for you. He proceeded to bite the hem of your panties, tugging them off gently while stopping to lick your thigh every now and then. Jungkook truly did not care that he wouldn’t be having sex with you. He loved this just as much. He loved the way your breath hitched when he slipped his fingers inside you, and the way your nails dug into his arm and his back pulling him closer and closer until you were glued together. Your lips never parting even through muffled moans. You touched him too, you felt the way he twitched in your palm, and it made you giddy when he would shiver in pleasure, biting your lip and curling your toes from excitement. And Jungkook would mutter your name beside your ear anytime you teased him a bit too much, "Y/N, baby, you're driving me crazy." Accompanied by his vulnerable whines and gasps. You guided each other, until you both reached the finish line. And you did this until it was late into the night. Reaching the finish line a number of times, in a number of different ways.
You laid in each other’s embrace, whispering sweet nothings to each other through flirtatious kisses. The kind of fondness between you resembled that of hopeless romantics. And that was exactly what the two of you were. Jungkook’s hand caressing your arm, and you outlining his tattoos with your finger.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving.” You replied with a hearty laugh.
Jungkook reached over to his bedside to grab his phone. Returning to you he asked, “What do you want to eat, pretty?”
“Whatever you have to offer, handsome.” Your flirting was disgusting, but you both didn’t care.
Jungkook then called his chef, even though it was like 1am in the morning. “I am so sorry for waking you up Mister Young, but I would really appreciate it if you could cook up a meal for two, please.” Your heart instantly melted at the sweetness that Jungkook displayed, truly a kind-hearted gentleman. Mister Young was not at all bothered by Jungkook’s request, in fact, he was overly excited for young sir, this being the first time he had ever requested a meal for two at 1 am in the morning. A sense of pride filled him, happy for the young prince who had possibly found someone to be happy with, finally.
Jungkook turned to you, a grin on his face, “You know, I barely know you.” He said.
“Why lie?” You replied.
You were right. Jungkook did actually know you. He had a private investigator do a background check on you this morning. In Jungkook’s world, it was just out of precaution. There’s always a new story that finds its way to him about someone in their circle being another victim of fraud. He just wanted to make sure that the woman he felt himself falling for, was real.
“How did you know?” Jungkook’s mouth slightly agape.
“You just told me.” You grinned. And Jungkook loved the way you made him feel like a fool. You were joking at first of course, but when Jungkook ironically confessed you put two and two together. Figuring that a person of his stature would surely have the means to know what the name of your pet hamster from when you were seven was. You didn’t really care since you had already told him much of it yourself, all he did was cross-check with the records available to him. But now he owed you, big time.
“You owe me now.” You said.
“Like I said, anything you want, whenever you want.”
Over his shoulder, your eyes noticed something that you were inspecting earlier.
“How about... for next time... or whenever I um, come around to it...” You paused to build up your courage while Jungkook turned to what your eyes were peering at. “We do it against those.” You were both now glancing at Jungkook’s window-filled wall.
“Baby...” He turned to you, eyes wide like he was on cocaine, shifting beneath the sheets before slithering nearer to you like an injured puppy placing his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re so sexy.” He whined into your neck, drawing out the ‘y’ at the end.
He looked up at you, his big doe eyes in action, "What are you doing next week?" A cunning smirk sneaking onto his face.
"Well, I'm scheduled at work for like twenty hours, then I have classes to attend..." You mindlessly listed off the things you were going to do next week as if you weren't speaking to Jeon Jungkook, as if he was just a random commoner–like yourself–looking to ask you out on a simple dinner date.
"Come to Fiji with me?"
Wow, you were not expecting that, and it clearly showed on your face. However, it was not at all like you to turn down this kind of offer just to slave around at a job you despised. Your classes you could easily catch up on. Your mind was made up, but Jungkook didn't know that, so you wanted to tease him a bit.
"I don't know." You exhaled as if torn between the 'very difficult' decision.
"Please." Jungkook whined, lengthening the vowels. "I have to take you on a date. Our first official date." He coaxed.
"And us spending the whole day together yesterday wasn't a date to you?" You asked, genuinely puzzled.
"I said o-ffi-cial." He carefully pronounced each sound in the word 'official' to make it clearer.
"And you can’t just take me out to dinner?" You provoked. Jungkook pouted at you, "That’s boring, I’m not a boring guy." And you knew this already, from some of his earlier ministrations.
"Did someone say skinny dipping?" You yelled, frantically searching the room for an imaginary person. Jungkook’s eyes lit up. "I'm fucking with you, of course I'll go." You finally gave in, unable to compete against his pout.
Jungkook didn't even give you time to pack anything, telling you he'd buy you whatever you needed later. You had both ended up sleeping well into Saturday afternoon in a tangled mess on his bed: your leg was thrown over him, his hand instinctively on your ass all night, or he'd be spooning you and have his hand down the boxers he let you borrow. One way or the other, he made sure those butterflies didn't leave your stomach from his touches. Later in the evening, you were both driven to the airport to board Jungkook's own private jet. He told you how every member in his family had their own designated plane all because of an incident where his older brother had taken the plane to see his girlfriend in Amsterdam when his dad had a meeting to attend in Malaysia.
"It was a huge thing." He said. "My dad was like fuming, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears, he was yelling into the phone at my brother like 'You better bring that plane back this instant or else I'm selling your Rolls-Royce!' it was hilarious." You laughed in both amusement and agony, this was really some rich people shit that you could not wrap your head around.
"It was my brother's favorite one too." Jungkook snorted. You connected the dots that the car was indeed sold.
"That's insane..." You looked down at your entangled hands. "Our lives are really different, Jungkook." Your throat started to burn from realization, you were in the car on your way to another fucking country with someone you had just met a day ago. The adrenaline and desire overwhelming the practical part of your brain that would've probably been screaming 'Don't! Don't' at every decision you ended up making to spend more and more time with Jungkook. You thought about the home you had grown up in, the two-bedroom home that was just enough for you and your parents. You had nothing to offer Jungkook, and here he was spending all this cash on a stranger. You wondered if he did this with every pretty girl, then dropped them a week later once he got bored. Probably shouldn’t have let miss lady take charge yesterday.
Jungkook squeezed your hand. You looked back at him. "That doesn't matter, I hope you know that." The remaining ten minutes of the ride was spent in relative silence, you battling in your thoughts, and Jungkook humming to himself while looking out the window, turning to check on you every minute or so. He didn't need a reply from you. He would've understood if you made the decision not to go right in front of the jet's stairs. And he'd take you home, without question.
But you didn't. You got on that plane, fell asleep an hour into the flight, and woke up to Jungkook gently telling you that you were about to land. You looked out the window, "Doesn't look like Fiji, did you kidnap me to sell me off?"
"Unfortunately not, you'd make me so much money though," he pouts through his teasing "we're in Sydney, you need things so I figured we'd make a stop..." He leaned over you, his hands on top of the baggage compartment while he looked out your window. You grabbed his waist and stuffed your head up his shirt, yup this was the best decision you've made so far.
"You smell nice, kinda wanna take a bite." You said, actually taking a bite of his sturdy abs.
"What do I taste like?" He asked.
"Like burnt chicken nuggets." You licked.
"Alright, that's enough, let's get going." He pulled you out from under his shirt and enveloped you in a rather dirty kiss. He took you by your hand and guided you off the plane and into the black range rover waiting for you both.
“I don’t need much, Jungkook.” You said, causing Jungkook to stare at you with wide eyes. This was very unlike you. “Well half of the time I’m gonna be in the water, and the other half I’ll probably be...” you leaned over to whisper the rest in his ear “naked.” His grip on your thigh tightened.
“Plus I have nowhere to keep all this stuff in my tiny dorm room closet.” You whined, placing your head on his shoulder. You didn’t even want to think about the amount of time that packing would take.
He hummed as if deep in thought, “Well you’re lucky, I just so happen to have an extra closet you can use.”
You groaned, you were a bit terrified at how things were moving. Yes, Jungkook was a rare gem, a one in a million type of guy but you feared that he didn’t see you the same way. And maybe he really wasn’t, there’s only so much you can learn about a person in 48 hours. Though, character may be hard to fake. Why worry though? This was a once in a lifetime experience that not many people were lucky enough to get, after all, this was what you were working towards anyway. You were absolutely going to enjoy yourself.
“Fine, but that means I have to come over anytime I want something from that closet.”
“Very true, I’m sure we can work something out.”
It wasn’t long before you both arrived at the very posh boutique lined shopping centre. You weren’t sure why you had expected to go to the general mall with stores such as Topshop or Zara. Instead, you were staring down price tags that could pay six months worth of rent. “Stop looking at those.” Jungkook snatched the price tag out of your hand. “Just choose what you like, I’ll wait for you in the changing room, pretty.” The changing room which was quite literally a room with a whole sofa that Jungkook laid on. So when you came in with a stack of clothes in your arms, a huge toothy grin on your face, and the store clerk behind you also with a stack of clothes in her arms, Jungkook smiled. You began trying on the clothes, all made for warm weather, you just wanted to make sure that they didn’t look stupid on you. Sometimes some pieces would look gorgeous on the hanger, but the moment it was on a body it became an awkward looking mess. Jungkook would still say that you made it look good but you wouldn’t care, your own confidence in the piece being more important than whether or not it actually looked good. Jungkook was enjoying this just as much as you were, having front row seats to see your panties slightly slip off whenever you removed some shorts or skirts that were tight fitting. His favorite part though was the swimsuit try on, yup, and you had a lot of those. Every now and then he’d get up just to grab you, spin you around, and hold you, like the big softie he was.
You both spent around two hours shopping. Jungkook bought two pairs of swimsuits for himself, the remaining six bags were yours. And you were back on the plane for a quick-not-so-quick four and a half hour ride to Fiji islands, final destination being Turtle Island.
It was mid-day by the time you arrived at the five star private resort that Jungkook had booked for you two, well his travel agent, but that wasn’t the point–he still paid. It was a beautiful little stilt building on water, there was even a pool and jacuzzi on the patio overlooking the crystal clear blue water. You oohed and aahed at the colorful fish and turtles! that swam below. Then there were footsteps coming up behind you, fast, and before you could even turn there was a huge splash in the water you were watching. A wet blonde head of hair looking up at you from the water. “You coming or not!?” Jungkook yelled over to you. Luckily, you already had your swimsuits on under your clothes, a little trick that your mom and you would do every time she’d take you to the beach or to the water park when you were younger. So you stripped your clothes off and jumped in after him. And when you were floating beside him he brought his hand up out from the water, two goggles hanging from it. You squealed a bit from excitement, snatching one, pouring the salty water out from inside, wiping the goggles and putting it on. Then you were both under, diving then coming up for air then back down to swim after a turtle.
The rest of the day went by quickly, exhausted by the time the sun set. You were in the jacuzzi eating a bunch of fruit that the resort staff had delivered earlier. Eyes closed and head relaxed on the cushioned headrest, with your arms outstretched on the jacuzzi edge. Jungkook was somewhere inside, you assumed he was taking a shower. That was not the case though, apparently he was straddling you now, his thick arms wrapped behind your head, his fat ass on your thighs. You opened your eyes “cute,” you giggled, moving your hands up his sides while inspecting his ravishing body.
“Did you know that sea turtles eat jellyfish? It’s like their favorite snack. I wonder if it’s like jello.” Jungkook said. You hummed, too busy with your hands.
“They can also hold their breath underwater for like five hours.” He added on. Now he was smirking, but you weren’t sure why.
“That’s very interesting, Jungkook, is there a reason you’re telling me this?”
“Not really.” He started sliding off you, into the water. Your eyes followed him down until everything was submerged except for his head.
“May I?” He asked.
“May you what?”
He stuck his tongue out, then flailed his head in the water and you were genuinely embarrassed by him even though it was just the two of you. But you knew what he meant: the turtle facts now made a bit more sense to you. He pinched your thigh and you swatted him. Jungkook’s devious little plan was ruined because you were now wrestling in the jacuzzi. HIs head tucked under your armpit, then you were tucked under his armpit, then multiple counts of attempted homicide.
Though, eventually, somehow your swimsuits had managed to fly off in various directions and somehow you were now all over each other, tongues in action and lips glued together. Jungkook’s hands ran up and down your spine then went to fondle your ass that he would occasionally squeeze. You were quick to let him into your mouth, his tongue having begged at your lips. You naturally began to grind against his muscular thighs, and he would flex them to create some sort of aid in this frictionless water. Your hand inched down his chest, his abs, then you traced his v-line till you reached what you were going for. You fondled his dick that was now getting pressed between your torso and his, running your thumb against his tip. “Shit, baby, do you like doing that? Teasing me?” Jungkook groaned into your ear. You hummed in agreement. Your lips smacking against each other, the sound of hot breath and waves mixing together. Jungkook’s dick being so close to your entrance but not inside you made you feel empty, and you could feel his outline against you, not small in the slightest. “Jungkook, I want you.” The words barely escaping with sound as you mouthed them into the kiss before he started nipping at your neck, taking a bite and leaving a fresh hickey. “Mhm, can you say that again for me, baby?” You loved Jungkook’s way of flirting, he would call you ‘pretty’ whenever you were in public and keep ‘baby’ for the bedroom. “I want you so deep inside me that I can’t see you right in front of me.” You pulled away to speak properly.
Jungkook must have seen the devil because he yanked you up, threw you over his shoulder and removed you both from the jacuzzi. You were now two naked bodies on display for all the turtles and fishes to see, though they seemed to be too preoccupied to watch Jungkook ruin you shortly. He slapped your ass and ran his fingers over your mound as he carried you to the canopy bed that sat outside on the patio. “You know, when you say things like that you make me go a little crazy.” He said in a deep, groany voice. And he threw you onto the bed, barely giving you any time to adjust before he was spreading your legs and looking at you hungrily.
“You’re too pretty for your own good,” he drew his fingers along your entrance, “I wonder how many times I can make you cum with my mouth alone.” You nearly cried as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, his thumb tracing little circles on your bud. It wasn’t long before he was shoving one finger in, then two, then three, going in and out and in and out, his tongue lapping you up. You grinded against him, your fingers in his wet hair. Then he was moving up your body, licking the droplets of water along the line he drew. He circled your nipple while he rubbed the tip of his shaft against your entrance. Your hands were above your head, giving him an all access pass to every inch of your body. Then he was showering you with kisses again, your lips connecting once more like magnets. “I can’t believe I’m about to fuck the queen of Australia.” He whispered into your ear. You let out a breathless laugh, your hands moving to wrap around his neck. “That would make you my king, or rather perhaps my concubine?” You moaned as Jungkook grinded against you, slow lustful grinds. “Sounds like fun either way, but you’ll always be my princess.” And you gave out a loud moan from Jungkook finally shoving his dick inside you.
“What if I said I’d never had a concubine before?” You laughed breathlessly, afraid that Jungkook might not catch your drift. Though when he paused from fucking you into the sheets to look at you through wide eyes, you can confidently assume he did.
“Are you?’ He asked, unable to say much else. And you nodded hesitantly in reply.
“Then I guess we’re both just going off instinct here, aren’t we?” He smiled, returning to kiss you, devotion laced with his kiss. The fact that Jungkook was a virgin, too, made you lightheaded, you were his first and likewise. To you, this meant something more than just a quick fiji trip with a pretty girl.
Jungkook wouldn’t have even guessed that he’d be your first, thinking that you didn’t want to fuck him on your kinda-not-really second date was because you just didn’t fuck so early. He didn’t really understand why, or how, but knowing that he was your first too made him feel connected to you even more, like you were truly both meant to stumble into each other. He was so fucking glad that he asked you that stupid question, or else you wouldn’t be here right now, with him. And God, the way your lips felt against his, he could go crazy just from a brush alone. He held you like you were fragile, made from glass, but with every thrust he wanted to go deeper, further into you, and no he wasn’t doing that just to hear your heavenly moans.
Unhurried, lazy but deep thrusts. Because he’s not rushing anywhere nor are you. And your fingers are entangled in his, beside your head, and they’re warm, moist even, soft, and his thumb drags along the back of your hand, calming you, sweet little ministrations– his specialty. And his lips are on your ear, your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, and he’s tasting you, like a hungry gentleman. You’re on a cloud, with nothing else but yourself and him around you. And you can feel it all, everything, everywhere, the sweet tingles that run up from your mound through your stomach, up to your brain and it’s intoxicating, like narcotics, you can’t get enough. But it’s happening simultaneously with the pumps from your heart, and the feelings are mixing, like a sick little concoction waiting to burst out of every opening. Now Jungkook’s fingers are running down your shining body, like paint brushes, he’s painting you then erasing you with his lips, then painting you again, and he does this many, many times, and each time is like the first. You can feel him, so intimately, filling you slowly, his warm, slick body on top of yours, his tough chest and abdomen sliding on yours carefully, gently, almost like he doesn’t want to scrape you with his piercing muscles that he had so diligently built. His golden chain tickles your face, and you smile, biting it, and twisting your head to the side to pull him closer, and Jungkook answers with a chaste kiss, no hesitation.
He pulled out all the way till only his tip was past your entrance, “I’m happy to be your first concubine, my princess,” and as he spoke those words he thrusted into you, a slow, meticulous thrust, guiding you to your high. “I’ll always be your princess.” You repeated to him the same words he had spoken to you, a tear running down your cheek as you felt an unfamiliar sensation bubbling within you.
And you know, you know now that you love him. You love him a bit too much. But it’s impossible to describe, there aren’t enough letters, not enough words, to describe the way your stomach flips whenever he smiles at you– that smile, the smile... his smile. Maybe not enough words in this language alone, maybe there are more in French, there should be more that you can use? So you think, but you only know so much. Amour sans fin. Your love for him, endless, until the very last star burns out. But still, you’re trying to find the words, struggling to put together the letters while sharing the same breaths with him. You open your eyes, and you’re met with his, penetrating you, as if he’s reading your heart’s wishes, longings, needs. And he says it before you can.
“I love you.” And you know, you understand, that it’s all you need. There’s nothing more he can say, to explain to you how deep his feeling goes, there aren’t enough words, or songs, or poems. So you accept it because you too know nothing of what else he could say, to express his longing for you. The longing for something that is already there, but he still wants to be with you, constantly, he wants you there, always.
Jungkook knew that you were the one, his search coming to a full stop with you snug between his arms. He continued to fuck you while paying attention to every inch of your skin, and he soon learned all your sweet spots. The spot right below your ear, which he would lick, and kiss, and bite, and you in turn would cry his name. The spot on your side, on your waist, right below your ribs, he would run his fingers across it, his tongue, and you'd shiver. And your lips of course, when he'd bite your bottom lip, you always smiled into the kiss without fail, and if your hands weren't already holding his face then you would bring them up to hold him.
Even though you were all over each other, tossing and turning, fucking and crying. Fucking from the side, fucking with your leg swung over his shoulder, fucking with both legs over his shoulder, fucking with your face stuffed into a pillow, you still couldn't get enough of each other. This seemed to be the case anytime you two were together though, the physical touch between you two being never ending. Whenever this becomes official, the PDA will be disgusting. So when you've both reached your highs, multiple times, and the fogginess has left your mind, you're finally breathing out an "I love you," that gets lost among the waves, but does not go unheard.
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— he’s bad for you. from the commitment issues to the endless scandals. sworn to never settle down… well, that’s until he sees how happy you can be without him. now he’s willing to do anything to keep from losing you to your so-called ‘perfect boyfriend’.
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smasmashin · 2 months ago
[18+] Masterlist
🔞 Entrapment: one-shot
Summary: College AU where Jeon Jungkook doesn’t seem like the sharpest tool in the shed, but that doesn’t preclude him from having plenty to teach you.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Genre/tags: College AU, porn without plot, multiple orgasms, oral sex, size kink, strength kink, mild corruption kink, mild praise kink, mean!jjk, softdom!jjk
Warning: dubious consent
🔞 Combative: one-shot
Summary: Fuck Jungkook or die. That’s it. That’s the story.  
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Word count: 6.2k
Genre/tags: Assassin AU, porn without plot, friends to enemies to enemies, fuck or die, aliens (seokjin) made us do it, edging, oral sex, multiple x10 orgasms, mild size kink, mild corruption kink, superhuman sex toys, overstimulation, mean!jjk, softdom!jjk
Outtakes: 1
🔞 Captive: 1  2  
Summary: You’ve got your shit together. Smart, sharp, god complex. And then Managing Director Kim Namjoon decides to take you down a couple pegs.
Pairing: Namjoon x reader
Word count: 14k
Genre/tags: Corporate AU, porn with (no) plot, oral sex, spanking, choking, face sitting, anal sex, double penetration, sex toys, size kink, age gap, ~implied corruption kink, ~implied sugar daddy, sub/dom undertones, light bondage, power imbalance, bigdick!namjoon, dom!namjoon, AU where Namjoon has a driver’s license
🔞 Perverse: 1  2  3  4
Summary: You can hear BTS member Kim Namjoon's thoughts. This is something of a problem. Especially as most of them are about your ass  
Pairing: Namjoon x reader
Word count: 3.9k+
Genre: Soulmate AU, porn with (negligible) plot
Tags: voyeurism, oral sex, sensory deprivation, spanking, body worship, bigdick!namjoon, confused!namjoon, stressed/horny!namjoon
Status: ongoing
🔞 Bait: one-shot
Summary: College AU where you are a little needy and Kim Taehyung fucking loves needy.
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Word count: 2k
Genre/tags: College AU, porn without (any) plot (whatsoever), multiple orgasms, size kink, scheming!kth, softdom!kth, kindmean!kth
🔞 House of Serpents: 1  2  3  4  5-1  5-2  6  7  8  9  10  11  12
Summary: Straight-A student by day, Kim Namjoon’s personal toy by night, you didn’t live a terrible life. At least not until you met his six equally depraved “friends.”
Pairing: OT7 x reader (poly)
Word Count: 34k++
Genre, tags, & warnings (varies by chapter): Mafia AU, porn with (hardly any) plot extremely dubious consent, non-con elements, non-graphic violence, dead dove: do not eat, moral bankruptcy, power imbalance, power exchange, oral sex, multiple orgasms, double penetration, sugar daddy, rape role-play, yandere!jungkook, yandere!jimin, toxic behaviour, size kink, praise kink, possessive behaviour, touch starved, edging, dom/sub undertones, kidnapping, sex tape, somnophilia, shameless smut, gratuitous smut, namjoon has a big dick
Status: ongoing
Outtakes: 1 2
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ggukkieland · 2 months ago
📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 June Pt. 1
I didn’t make a reading list last May since I opted for a compilation of all ongoing fics I’ve enjoyed since setting up my blog/s. This list combines May-June readings and there’ll be a lot 👀.
I am sharing these as usual and if you happen to like the fics in this list, please don’t forget to show appreciation by reblogging the content or giving positive feedback to these authors 🥰. Big thank you to all the authors for sharing these wonderful stories 💖. I’ll have a very busy July so I might not be reading as much (and I already feel bad I’ll be missing some of your stories/updates 😭)
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Note: if link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist
🥕 Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕 Completed - completed one shots | series 🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst
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🥕 [Ongoing Series]
↬ Seokjin
Riptide @jimilter - two shot [1/?] | 12.3k | established relationship | a, s
↬ Yoongi
Cyberslut @kimnjss - social media au (smau) with written parts | [19/?] | jock!yoongi, fuckboy au, virgin!reader, nerdy!reader, secret identity, tutor au | f, eventual s, a?
Dance Me to the End… (Of Love) @minloop - series [1/?] | 1.6k | dance au, childhood best friends, but strangers to lovers, hip hop dancer!yoongi, contemporary dancer!reader | a, f,
Desolation @yoonglespringles10 - drabble series [7/?] | 9.4k+ | idol au, divorce au, infidelity themes, exes au | a, f, eventual s?
Domestic Yoongi series @bluewhale52 - series [5/?] | 9.4k+ | husband au, idol au, established relationship, parenting au | f, s
Missed Messages @seokstrivia - smau [13/?] | ongoing | enemies to lovers, falling out, fuckboy au, they really hate each other in the beginning, mixed messages | a, f
The Arrangement @btsslowburnfic - series [33/?] | 95k+ | Arranged Marriage AU, idol/producer Yoongi, HR Namjoon | a, f (I’m reading this on ao3!)
Westerfields Apartments @gamerwoo - series [intro/?] | no wc yet | thriller, mystery, horror? | a
↬ Hoseok
Hope in the Sheets @youarejesting - series [9/?] | 37.5k+ | Best Friend AU, Neighbor AU, Unplanned Pregnancy, Childhood Friends | a, s, f (reading this on ao3)
Kanalia @xjoonchildx - series [1/?] | 8.6k | queen!reader, royal guard!hoseok, historical au, royalty au | a, f, s
↬ Jimin
Parallel Palpitations @joontier - drabble series [1/?] | >1k | doctor au, interns to residents, strangers to lovers, slice of life, part of The Woocheon Annotations | f, a, future s
The Misadventures List @kimvvantae - series [1/?] | 6k | playboy au, rich kid!jimin, convenience store worker!reader, fake dating au, crack/humor | f, future s
↬ Taehyung
Taming the Beast @jessikahathaway - series [2/?] | 19.6k+ | Prince!Taehyung, Royalty AU, sort of enemies to lovers (OC was given to the enemy to save people in the village) | a, f, future s
↬ Jungkook
(he)art thief @latetaektalk - series [2/?] | 23k | heist au, thief!jungkook, art curator daughter!oc, ocean’s 11 au | f, a, implied s
All That Glitters @minyfic - series [2/?] | 15.7k | fuckboy!jungkook, ex-nerd!jungkook, asked for help to woo girls, but ended up 🥺😭, unrequited love, college au, kind of noona | a, s, f  
Blue @honeyedhoseok - series [2/?] | 19k+ | lifeguard!jungkook (but not a lifeguard fic), soulmate au, summer au | s, a
Delivery @bratzkoo - drabble series [2/?] | 2.6k | pizza delivery guy!jungkook, feat seokjin, OC with a crush on JK, crack/humor | f, slight a
Incoming: Elite Chatboy @kookingtae - SMAU with written parts [4/?] | sex worker au, professional sex chat worker!jungkook, client!oc, crack | f, s
Nuisance @seokahwrites - series [00/?] |  1.3k+ | lawyer!jungkook x lawyer!reader, enemies to lovers, vacation au (stuck together thanks to the brilliant assistants *coughs* Seokjin), there’s only one bed trope? | f, slight a
Pen Pals with Benefits @bangtanhome - series [3/?] + drabbles | 31k+ | College AU, Psych project partners, fwb au, enemies to lovers | s, f, slight a
Sanctuary @bangtaninink - drabble series [3/?] | 8k+ | rich kid!OC, heir!OC (Samsung),  fwb au, sort of sugarbaby!jungkook, the others are opportunists too (lol yoongi) | f, implied s  🌷
Smitten @jungshookz - bulleted [2/?] | 12.4k | College AU, Best Friend AU, smitten!oc, crack/humor | f
Superblood Wolfmoon @ironicarmy - series [00/?] | 994wc | werewolf au | a, future s
The Decree @buzzybee - SMAU | ongoing | modern Hogwarts AU, Arranged Marriage, crack/humor | f
Thirst @avveh - series [1/?] | 10.9k+ | supernatural, coworker, thriller, enemies to lovers, vampire hunter, vampire au (OC has doubts about the presence of vampires though) | a, s 🌷
The Unsaid Vow @chinkbihh - series [00/?] | 5.4k | married au, yandere behavior, thriller?, dark themes | a
Under the Oak Tree @mingoyeob - series [1/?] | 3.6k+ | knight!jungkook, royalty au, historical au, arranged marriage, based on the webtoon(manhwa?) | s, a
物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’) @sunshyngal - series [1/?] | wc: ?? (the chapters are short) | a/b/o dynamics, arranged marriage, widower!jungkook | a, s
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🥕[Themed Series]
BTS  Friends To Lovers Drabble Series @ddaengyoonmin
Seokjin - 1.8k | best friend’s brother
Yoongi - 1.2k | bad boy!yoongi, bad girl!reader, roommate au, best friend au
Namjoon - 1.8k | bartender!namjoon, coworker AU
Hoseok - 1.7k | musician au, drummer!hoseok, bandmate au
Jimin - 3.6k | neighbor au, sort of fwb au
Taehyung - 6k | childhood friends au, police officer!taehyung, bad girl/stoner!reader
Jungkook - 8k | swimmer au, strangers to lovers, teammates (read the after story drabble too)
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🥕[Completed Fics/Series]
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Enchanted @hueseok - one shot | 5.6k | hogwarts au, established relationship, husband au, wizard!reader | f, s 🌷
Hammer It Home + companion drabbles @gukslut - one shot | 37k | roommate au, established relationship, domestic au | s, f, a 🌷
House of Cards @/xjoonchildx - series [3/3] | 14.8k | idol!namjoon, staff!reader, forbidden love, mutual pining | f, a, s 🌷
Nerdy FWB Namjoon @1kook - drabble | >1k | fwb au, nerd!namjoon, crack | s 
Or What, You’ll Spank Me? @luxekook - drabble | 1k | agent!namjoon, hacker/informant!reader, criminal minds au, crack | s 🌷
Owned @ibangtanthings - series [12/12] | 47k | arrange marriage (marriage of convenience), fake marriage, ceo!Namjoon, strangers to lovers, assistant!reader | a, f, s 🌷
Soul @herherteartear - SMAU |  bookstore owner!namjoon x jewelry store owner!reader, soulmate au, idiots to lovers | f
Strawberry Milk @seokstrivia - one shot | 4.4k | clumsy!namjoon, slow burn, mutual pining, photography student namjoon (shy namjoon too), painter reader, some sort of Bet AU, College AU | f
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Cherry Blossom Avenue @scriptaed - one shot | 23k | Bestfriend AU, falling out, rich kid!seokjin, arranged marriage (seokjin x another oc), reunion | a,f  🌷
In the Eye of the Storm @7deadlysinsfics - one shot | 11.9k | cardiothoracic surgeon!seokjin x artist!reader, inn au, strangers to lovers, OC getting away from a bad relationship | f, s, a 
Sunrise + Moonlight @luffles424 - two shot | 12.6k | exes au, actor!seokjin, fashion designer!oc, 10 years after the break up | a, f, s
The Act of Persuasion @magicalsalamander - one shot | 20.9k | CEO AU, Hybrid AU, Arranged Marriage, Actress | a, f, s 🌷
Thin Lines @inkjam-moon  - one shot | 12.7k | enemies to lovers, childhood acquaintances, CEO AU, Rich Kid!Seokjin, Office AU | s  🌷
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Bad Boys Bring It To You @yuengi - one shot | 7.1k | PWP, Tattooed Yoongi, Piercer AU, bad boy au | s  🌷
Honeymoon Horrors + Follow Up Ask @jimlingss - drabble | 3.7k | divorce au, vacation au | f, a, (implied s for the “ask”) 🌷
Hunters @crystaljins - one shot | 3k | demon!yoongi, modern fantasy, yoongi on the run | f
If You Can’t Sleep…We Could Have Sex? @thatmultifandomhoe - drabble | 2.1k | boyfriend au, idol au(?),  insomnia au | s
Kiss It Better @jeojahari - series [2/?] | 4.8k+ | College AU, Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU, Humor | a, f, implied s 🌷
Life Goes On @seokstrivia - one shot | 3k | arranged marriage, slow burn, OC broke up with boyfriend!Namjoon
Lullaby @bang-to-the-tan - drabble | 2k | soulmate au, hurt/comfort, idolverse | a, f 🌷
Noise Complaints @sugasbabiie - one shot | 3k | neighbor au, hatesex, bad boy!yoongi | s,a
Party Animal @meiadore - drabble | 3.2k | college au, party au, fake dating (very short stint of fake hook up), crack | f 🌷
Replacement @buzzybee - drabble | 1.2k | Butcher!Yoongi, crack | F 🌷
Room 309 @yoon-kooks - drabble | 2k | bad boy!yoongi, pianist!yoongi, college au, rumored room 309 | f
Salted Caramel + Part 2 @jungxk - two shot drabble | 700 | drive thru worker!yoongi, grumpy!yoongi, kind of enemies, crack | f (this is actually cuuute?!?!)
Snafu + Part 2 @minyfic - drabble series [2/2] | 4.5k | College AU, Enemies to Lovers, crack, prompt: “So, you don’t want to accept my gift of a fuck?”, OC brought to party after a break up | F 🌷
Sweet Like Candy @lysjeon​ - SMAU with written parts | enemies to lovers, dating app, secret identity, college au | f, s, a  🌷
The Sea Without You @sopebubbles​ - social media au (smau) with written parts | completed |  rapper au, memory/amnesia au, idolverse | a, s
Too Hot To Sleep @gamerguk - one shot | 2.4k | established relationship, humor, kitchen smut, marriage kink (😁) | f, s 🌷
Will You Marry Me? @jjk-biased​ - drabble | 1.8k | proposal au, idol au, childhood acquaintances | f (tooth-rotting fluff) 🌷
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And So It Begins @seokstrivia - one shot | 6.1k | Teacher AU, Friends to Lovers, missed chances (like they almost dated but something happened), feat brother!namjoon, taehyung and jungkook are kids (students), idiots to lovers, feat girlfriend(?) Irene (read the fic 😉 | f, a
Bloom @jungxk - series [3/3] | 8.3k | brother’s bestfriend au, college au, crack, lots of sexual tension 🔥 | s  🌷
Friend to Lover Drabble Series: Band AU @/ddaengyoonmin - drabble | 1.7k | musician au, drummer!hoseok, bandmate au | a, f
Inebriate @seokjxnnie​ - one shot | 6.5k | enemies to lovers (rivals at work), co-worker au, office au, Christmas AU | s  🌷
Invisible Strings @ughcore - drabble | 1.2k | roller-derby au, skater au, ex-friends au, falling out, bestfriend au | a  🌷
Swimming in Your Taste @stuckinmono​ - one shot | 3.1k | roommate au, fwb au, pining (I think so? From Hoseok?), summer vibes (coconuts!) | s, slight a?
The Ballad of the Sad Cafe @ironicarmy - one shot | 18k | Exes AU, reunion, rich kid!hoseok (before), falling out | a, s, f
The Broken Hearts Club @sunshinekims - one shot | 19.8k | Bad Boy AU, quiet!OC, Fake Dating AU, College AU, both recently dumped | a, f, s
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5280 Feet @xbaepsae​ - one shot | 5.8k | strangers to lovers, mile high club au, pwp | s
A Little Thing Called Love @jjiimin​ - SMAU | complete | fwb au, college au, unrequited (jimin started falling for someone else!)  | f, a
A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up @kookscrescent​ - one shot | 3.1k | established relationship, boyfriend au, pwp, “Fuck! I'm not on the pill!” prompt | s  🌷
Best of Me @xotoosweet​ - two shot [2/2] | 21.5k | strangers to lovers, pre-med student!jimin, fratboy au, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, communications major!reader | a, f 
Fratboy!Jimin drabble @jiminrings - bulleted | 3k | fratboy au, good girl!oc, pining au | fluffy fluff!
Important Ass-et @bangtanhome - one shot | 8.4k | CEO!Jimin, Office AU, Employee!Reader, pwp | S  🌷
Kinky Hours: Jimin x Small Hands @lavishedinjimin - drabble | >3k | request: “Making fun of Jimin’s small hands until he shuts you up by gagging” 👀, pwp | s  🌷
Rebound @out-of-jams - one shot | 7k | feat fwb!taehyung, unrequited love (OC to Taehyung), college au, strangers to lovers, party scene | a, f, suggestive
Your Keeper @jinpanman​ - drabble | 2k | fantasy au, enemies to lovers, alice in wonderland!au, assistant!jimin, OC is a Tales Keeper, kind of villain!jimin, crack? | f  🌷
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Bad Word @personasintro - one shot | 6.4k | teacher!reader, single dad!taehyung, dilf!taehyung, secret relationship, age gap (35 vs 28)
Bouquet and Garter @ jjungkookislife - drabble | 1.1k | brother’s best friend, childhood friend, wedding au | f
Car Trouble @redwithlovex​ - drabble | 1.7k | established relationship, boyfriend au, road trip au, stranded, some rain smut 🌧🔥 | s 🌷
Don’t Open the Door @yumtete​ - one shot | 5k | established relationship, neglected OC, horror?, yandere themes, Coraline!au | a, s  🌷
Finite @softykooky​ - drabble | 1.7k | established relationship, boyfriend au, soon to be separated by distance (internship), College AU | a, f 🌷
Friends to Lovers Series: Childhood Friend @/ddaengyoonmin - one shot | 6k | childhood friends au, police officer!taehyung, bad girl/stoner!reader | f, a, s
Honeymoon Rehearsal @ropeseok - one shot | 9.3k | established relationship, pre-wedding, wedding AU, pwp, blindfolds  | f, s 🌷
Kiss Me Over Coffee + Halloween in June @gold-gguk - one shot + sequel (but can be standalone) | 9.1k | Coffee Shop AU, Barista AU, New Year’s AU (part 1), thriller for part 2, established relationship (boyfriend) for part 2) | f, a
Late Night Adventures @rosesxstories​ - drabble | 1.8k | established relationship, pregnancy au, husband au, lactation kink | s, f 🌷
Lead Me Home @minsimagines​ - one shot | 5k | werewolf au, letting go au | a (can make you cry type of angst) 🌷
Nothing @grinnieyoongi​ - drabble | 1.1k | pregnancy au, idol au, based on the song “Nothing” by Bruno Major so expect tooth-rotting fluff  | f 🌷
The Muse @daddychims​ - one shot | 30k | slow burn, love triangle (feat Jungkook), fuckboy!taehyung, bestfriend AU, author!reader, OC needed to write “juicy scenario” for the book and Taehyung invited her to watch (as reference for her writing) | s, a, f  🌷
You - Me - Us @full-of-jams​ - drabble series [3/3] | 5.3k | photographer!reader, model!taehyung, slow burn, yearning/pining, used to be friends | a 🌷
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separate list (due to bulk of fics) - to be posted
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A Touch of Care @dawndrms - Seokjin x Taehyung (platonic) | drabble | 1.8k | fallen god au, hurt/comfort, fantasy | a 🌷
Aurora @krreader - taehyung x reader; jungkook x reader | one shot | 6k | feat IU, idol au, JK broke up with OC, pregnancy au, second chances | a, f
Criminal @teawithkpop - one shot | 5.8k | poly au, criminal!namjoon, mafia!namjoon,  police officers yoongi and jungkook, prison au, this is insanely hot | s 🌷
Saudade @erosjeon - one shot | 3.1k | boyfriend taehyung, neighbor jungkook, PLOT TWIST (????!jungkook) | s, f, a (kind of heavy after the plot twist)
The End @jimlingss - OT7 | one shot | 31k | fantasy, established relationship (basically in every scenario OC is in, she’s in a relationship with one member), to all the boys I’ve loved before-inspired, multiverse, guess the member, kind of ghost au (seokjin is like the messenger) | f, a  🌷
What You Did Last Summer @winetae - Yoongi-centric | one shot | 33.8k | trophy wife!reader, established au, husband!yoongi, rich au, kind of poly (feat hoseok, jimin, seokjin but the main event only happens with yoongi), age gap (yoongi is older than OC), kind of tsundere yoongi | s, f 🌷
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posted: 2021 June 29
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lavienjin · 13 days ago
floored | jhs, jjk, pjm
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synopsis: in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you're interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, "the more, the merrier", right?
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pairing: hoseok x f!reader | jungkook x f!reader | jimin x f!reader
wc: 5.2k
genre/rating/au: 18+ | est. rel. & idol au | smut
warnings: pwp • foursome • oral (m. & f. receiving) • unprotected sex • multiple orgasms • semi-public sex • fingering • light spanking • creampie • dirty talk • name calling (pet) • slight edging • a brief appearance of moon's mirror kink
author's note: part of the bccsg event where i re-did an old work.
m.list | ao3
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The clock chimes five times when you look up from your assignment. Bleary-eyed, you have no idea how late it has gotten, the office deserted save for the few janitors starting their jobs. You yawn and stretch, finally feeling the soreness of your back after spending hours hunched over your computer.
Pulling a duffel bag from underneath your desk, you rummage through its contents, going through the mental checklist to make sure that you have all your things for your sleepover with your boyfriend.
The two of you often have opposite schedules and as Hoseok's fame grows, the time you spend with him shrinks. After planning for months, you've finally found a time where your schedules matched up. A weekend full of lounging around in your pajamas while watching movies and eating your weight in junk food is just what the doctor ordered. You exit your office building with a bounce in your step, humming happily while thinking of Hoseok.
The walk to the train station from your workplace is short but the throng of people waiting to get inside the cars causes a significant delay. You really should've left earlier. Sighing, you busy yourself with your phone, trying to keep your space in line and occasionally glaring at an unfortunate soul that dares to tread over your foot.
A small beep from your phone breaks you from your thoughts. You turn it on, seeing the happy faces of you and Hoseok together. He's sent a message.
my sunshine: @ the dance studio! :) can't wait for you!
You smile at the text. Although your weekend is free reign, Hoseok must still be busy trying to perfect his dance moves for a future performance. His dedication to his craft is one of the reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place. There's something comforting in his eyes as you watch it twinkle when he talks about an upcoming concert or when he manages to perfect a particularly hard move.
After the last straggler leaves the train car, you are ushered inside by the people behind you, a wave of bodies pushing to get inside. You lean against a pole as you watch the scenery of stops pass you by. The city is bathed in oranges and yellows, the sun waving its last goodbyes as the train lurches on. When the robot assistant informs you of your stop, the platform is thankfully empty and you're able to make your way outside without bumping into any more bodies before sending a quick text to inform Hoseok of your whereabouts.
You almost trip on the uneven sidewalk when your phone chimes and you open up the text to find a picture of a half-naked Hoseok smiling devilishly attached to his message.
my sunshine: cum quickly ;)
The speed in which you walk into the dance studio could rival a particularly cartoonish blue hedgehog. You spare the receptionist a quick wave and he only nods in response, a barely there smile gracing his lips before his eyes return to the computer in front of him.
Your sneakers squeak on the hardwood flooring when you turn sharply into the corridor lined with darkened practice rooms. It doesn't take a genius to find where Hoseok is located, especially with the heavy bass thrumming out of the only occupied room.
Peeping inside, you are struck with the image of your very sweaty boyfriend hip-thrusting the air before standing up and turning his body in a series of twists. When the song ends, he goes down on one knee, arms outstretched before pulling them close to his chest. With his eyes falling close, he paints a heart-wrenching picture of agony. He posed for an additional second, trying not to breathe too hurriedly before standing up and moving towards the Bluetooth speakers.
The image of Hoseok on his knees burns into your mind, and you whimper softly, feeling a familiar stickiness between your legs. Before your thoughts travel further, you knock on the door and let yourself in. “Wow, Hoseok, that was amazing!” you cheer, dropping your bag on the floor as you run towards him.
Hoseok’s eyes widen as you get closer, and you barely spare him a fraction of a second to catch you as you leap into the air. He’s thankfully able to wrap his arms around your waist with an ‘oof’, laughing loudly when you collide to his chest. Hoseok spins you around before kissing your hair and putting you down. "Hi, I've missed you too," he whispers softly before claiming your mouth with his.
The sudden kiss does you no favors and you inhale his familiar cologne as you pull him closer, hands fisting the front of his shirt. You nibble on his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from his throat. The sound makes your head swim, making you focus on the cloud of lust that fogs your mind. Just as your tongue traces his bottom lip, he pulls away and you gasp sharply at the sudden lack of warmth.
"I'm sweaty," he answers to your unspoken question.
"Hoseok, I don't care…" you whine. "I want you. Here. Right now."
"Have you eaten?" he asks instead, holding you at arm’s length. "Let's order food and go home."
You tilt your chin to the side, eyes turning into slits. You answer his question with a pointed one of your own, "What's gotten into you?"
Hoseok shuffles from foot to foot, the corners of his mouth forming a small triangle. "I guess I'm just a little nervous. We haven't seen each other in a while."
"I'm a little nervous too," you admit. "Tell you what – let’s just go home and enjoy some movies, yeah? I'm ready to stuff myself full of popcorn." You give him your best smile, threading your fingers in his to ease the tension.
Thankfully, Hoseok nods and returns your smile with a blinding one of his own, dipping his head down to kiss you gently, murmuring 'thanks' into your parted lips. You press your bodies together again, circling your arms around his neck to tug at the ends of his hair. The kiss is slow, your lips gliding together in a silent conversation as Hoseok's hands massages your hips. A sigh escapes your lips when you part and you press your foreheads together, your bodies swaying to a silent rhythm only the two of you can hear.
"Ready?" you whisper, pulling away to grab your bag.
Hoseok stands in place. There’s an odd tone in his voice when he calls your name, and you turn around to catch a quick glimpse of his set jaw before he pulls you by the waist and crashes his lips back on yours.
"I lied," he rasps between kisses, breathing heavily as his hand travels down to squeeze your ass. "I don't think I can wait any longer."
You whimper when Hoseok slips his tongue into your parted mouth, drinking you in as he lowers you to the floor. He grunts when you scrape your teeth along his tongue, and he rolls his hips into your centre to retaliate.
You're a mess. Back pressed against the hardwood flooring. Still fully clothed.
"Are you dripping for me already, baby?" he whispers, removing himself from your sweet lips to latch onto your neck instead.
"Fuck yes," you moan, tilting your head to expose more of your throat while your hands busy themselves in his platinum blonde hair. "Hoseok, you fee—"
Your moans are interrupted when the door opens suddenly, a familiar voice calls out from the doorway.
"Hey, Hobi, are you still practi—Oh, shit! Sorry!”
You push Hoseok away with a yelp, wide eyes staring straight to the doorway to meet two pairs of equally stunned, brown eyes belonging to Jimin and Jungkook.
"Umm… hey guys," you chuckle awkwardly, face heating up in embarrassment.
Thank God you're still clothed.
The two statues remain impassive and the silence that covers the studio feels like a heavy blanket, threatening to push the air from your lungs. You turn to Hoseok, eyes begging him to say something, but to your surprise, he offers them a lopsided grin at the boys as though you weren't just caught dry humping on the practice room floor.
"So, what are you guys up to tonight?" Hoseok asks with a slight tilt to his voice.
What the fuck was he playing at?
Jimin gulps, blinking furiously before grabbing Jungkook by the arm to tug him away, but the youngest member wouldn't budge, eyes glued to your sitting figure on the floor.
"Kook, let's go,"Jimin hisses, shaking the youngest’s arm in an attempt to haul him away from the doorframe. "Holy shit, really sorry to bother you!" he calls out, but just before the door slams shut behind him, Hoseok calls out to the retreating figures.
Your wide eyes haven't left your boyfriend's face. His jaw is set and there's a familiar tilt of his chin that's evident when he thinks. Though he's staring at the two men in the doorway, when he talks, he's addressing you. "You're more than welcome to say no, but we've talked about our fantasies before and this seems like the best situation as any.”
To say you’re confused is an understatement, and you scrunch your brows to the centre of your forehead. “What are you talking about, babe?”
“I mean, how about a foursome?"
The way Hoseok utters the question is as though he’s wondering what you want to eat for dinner. You gape openly at your boyfriend, unable to believe your ears. "What the fuck?"
Hoseok finally turns to you and offers a cheeky smile. "Okay, when we first started dating, you said you had a dream where Jungkook and Jimin—"
"Shut the fuck up!" you shriek, lunging at your boyfriend to clamp his mouth shut with your palm. "You swore you'd keep it a secret!"
"I didn't even get to finish," he mumbles into your hand followed by a laugh. “But, hey, here’s your chance to turn it into reality. Only if you want to though.”
You gulp, searching his face to see if he’s joking. Hoseok shrugs and you could only muster a small nod because you’re sure your voice would break should you try to speak at this rate.
Hoseok seizes your hands and turns your body so you sit between his legs. You whimper out loud when you feel his hard cock pressed up against your back. He hums approvingly, his hand coming to cup your chin, tilting your head gently to the side so he could nibble the shell of your ear.
"The two of you need to consent too," he smiles to the two younger men. "And, hey, we can act like this never happened if you choose to walk out the door."
Jungkook steps in almost immediately, wrestling out of Jimin’s hold to walk towards where you’re currently sitting. He kneels on the floor in front of you, his wide, brown eyes staring up at you. "I'd love to join in, if you'll have me," he whispers, giving you a small smile that shows off his dimples. You can only nod, offering your own smile to Jungkook.
“Jimin?” Hoseok asks and you turn your gaze to the last dark-haired man standing on the doorway, his hand still stuck on the handle. “Come on, make your decision. We can’t keep a lady waiting, yeah?”
The younger man says nothing, but you watch him swallow. It takes a little bit for Jimin to decide, but when he closes the door and locks it behind him, your heart speeds up; a nervous anticipation flowing in your bloodstream. His footsteps are slow as he makes his way to the three of you before he sinks to his knees, eyes searching your face for any discomfort. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jimin questions, a comforting lilt in his voice.
You nod furiously, only for Jimin’s eyes to darken and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. You wince at the harsh sound, wondering what you did in the last few seconds that caused his frown. When he speaks, his voice is much deeper, “Use that pretty mouth of yours to talk, hm?”
“Y-Yes,” you mutter quietly, barely a whisper.
Jimin reaches out and thumbs at your lower lip, eyes flickering between you and Hoseok. You feel Hoseok’s hand on your back as you lean forward, eyes closing when Jimin gets closer to meet your lips.
“Mmh—” you moan into the kiss, crawling over to sit on his lap.
Your hips take a mind of its own as you grind down on his hardening length. Jimin gasps into the kiss before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You feel an extra set of hands under your shirt and you break apart from Jimin to turn around to find Jungkook, eyes half-lidded as he leans down to take a turn with your lips. Jimin attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking gently on the base of your throat before moving higher to trail kisses over your jaw.
“Pretty,” Jimin husks, his hands tugging the hem of your blouse.
You break apart momentarily to discard your shirt and bra, squishing your tits together and smirking at the three set of eyes that stare at your naked chest. “Like what you see?” you mumble, your hands coming up to pinch your own nipples.
Rolling your eyes when they don’t react, you turn to grab Hoseok’s hand to place it over your tit. “Don’t just sit there,” you whine. “Touch me.”
It’s all the push the stunned figures need before they jump into action. Hoseok groans as he massages your tits, his expert and familiar hands warm on your body. Jungkook grabs your face in his tattooed hand to steal more kisses after discarding his own shirt, providing you with ample view of his muscled chest and abs. You rake your hands across his chest, thumbing his own nipples and you feel proud when you hear Jungkook groan.
“Fuck—you’re so hot,” Jungkook grunts into the kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip.
Jimin slowly lowers you down to the floor, kneeling down between your legs to take off your pants. He kisses your thighs and you gasp into Jungkook’s mouth, arching your chest forward to Hoseok’s awaiting hands. A hand winds itself in Jimin’s black hair, your hips jumping slightly every time his mouth grazes your clothed centre.
Hoseok leans closer to swirl his tongue around your nipple, pinching and tugging the other with his hand. “God, I love your tits,” he mumbles, grazing your sensitive nub with his teeth.
You gasp loudly at the feeling of so many hands all over your body and your mind slips closer to incoherence as you screw your eyes shut to savor the overwhelming sense of pleasure.
“Jimin!” you yelp, tugging the black strands harshly when he pushes your panties to the side to lick a broad stroke from your entrance to your clit. Jimin smiles against your cunt, his finger teasing your pulsing hole as he prods at the entrance while his mouth sucks your folds.
The breath knocks out of you as he shifts his attention to your clit, alternating between sucking and swirling the sensitive nub with his tongue. Without warning, he pushes a finger into your pussy and the groan that escapes your lips was so loud that Jungkook covers your mouth with his hand.
“Be quiet, pet,” the youngest member coos, stroking your hair gently. The nickname makes your shiver and Jungkook grins at your reaction. “Oh, you like that, huh?”
“Nah, be as loud as you want, baby, let’s make the employees that are still here jealous, yeah?” Hoseok snickers before biting down on your tit.
You hear a series of chuckles when you cry out his name, though your senses are muddled because Jimin takes the opportunity to insert another finger into your quivering hole.
“Now, now, you can’t be the only one having fun,” Jungkook chides teasingly, removing your hand from his chest to place it on his hard cock instead. “Fuck, you feel that?” he grunts when your fingers wrap around his length. “You got me so hard.”
With shaky fingers, you pull down his white sweatpants and boxers to release the trapped member and you take a second to admire his cock, standing proudly upright as the purple-ish head begins to release precum. There’s a curve to his cock that you don’t see in Hoseok and you swallow loudly as you imagine taking his length into your throat.
“Come here,” you whisper.
Jungkook helps you sit up, kneeling next to your head as Hoseok extracts himself to just watch, a proud smirk on his face. “You can take Jungkook’s cock in one go, right, baby?” he taunts, stroking your hair as you nod furiously.
Hoseok pushes your head as you wrap your lips around Jungkook’s cock, looking up at the dark-haired man as he hisses. He’s slightly longer than Hoseok and you have a hard time adjusting to his length when he pushes past your lips. When he hits the back of your throat, there’s still a few inches left and you relax your muscles before sinking deeper until your nose brushes the soft curls on his skin. Tears spring into your eyes and Hoseok’s large hand makes it impossible for you to move away, so you breathe in as evenly as you could while your fingers dig into Jungkook’s muscular tights.
“Fuck—your mouth feels so good,” Jungkook shudders as he moans.
“Good girl. I’ve trained you well, hm?” Hoseok whispers, kissing your shoulder as his grip on your hair tightens. “Show him what you can do.”
Despite his words, it’s Hoseok that moves your head in a rhythm and you have no choice but to keep your mouth open as he helps bob your head up and down Jungkook’s length. You keep your eyes on the youngest member, trying desperately not to choke. Hoseok removes his hand from the back of your head, letting Jungkook take control.
Jimin takes the chance to speed up his fingers and you moan around Jungkook’s length. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Jungkook curses, his own hips snapping to meet the thrusts.
Hoseok removes his pants and extracts your hand away from Jimin’s hair, so you could jerk him off simultaneously. You alternate between blowing your boyfriend and Jungkook, your jaw and hands beginning to cramp as the two men crave your attention. Through it all, Jimin’s fingers continue to rub your sweet spot and you add to the harmony of moans with your own as you feel the orgasm approaching quickly.
“Your cunt is clenching so tightly around my fingers, pet.” You hear Jimin rasp from between your legs. “Are you gonna cum soon?”
Your response to Jimin’s question is a muffled whimper as Jungkook plunges his cock into your mouth. The wet squelches and ragged breathing sounds are sharp in your ears, making your toes curl as shockwaves rush down your spine. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly, the waves slamming repeatedly into your battered figure.
“What do you think, Hobi? Should we let her cum?”
You barely hear Jimin’s question, too focused on his fingers slamming repeatedly into your aching cunt. You think you stopped breathing when Jimin slows his thrust, the scream dying in your lips when it’s Hoseok’s turn to stuff your face full of his cock.
“Shit—you’ve been so good to us, huh, baby? What do you think? Do you deserve to cum?” Hoseok grunts, pushing your head down to the hilt.
You attempt to nod, blinking tearily at your boyfriend. Relief floods your chest when Hoseok responds, “Give her a taste. It’s only right that we treat our toy nicely,” and you show your appreciation by licking the tip of his dick and hollowing your cheeks as you suck.
Jimin hums, sounding disappointed, but he picks up his speed, curling and uncurling his fingers inside you as he returns his mouth to suck at your clit. You moan louder, eyes screwing shut as the orgasm continues to build and it takes all your strength to avoid gritting your teeth when electric currents shoot down your spine.
Hoseok’s splays his hand on your tummy, pushing lightly to hold your body in place as you thrash wildly against his hold. You remove yourself from his dick as the coil snaps, waves upon waves of pleasure rendering your mind useless as you cry out Jimin’s name in a hoarse voice, flooding the hardwood floor below with your arousal.
He slows his thrusts before exiting out of your cunt. Jimin drinks your arousal before biting the inside of your thighs, making you yelp. “Good girl,” he praises before bringing his fingers to spread slick over your lips. “Open wide, baby.”
In a drunken haze, you part your lips to let Jimin put his soaked fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around Jimin’s digits, groaning when you taste yourself. The way he’s fucking your mouth with his fingers in combination with the sight of his drenched face and swollen lips has your cunt clenching around nothing, the desire still alive in your veins.
Jimin finally exits your mouth and the three men stare at you while you come down from your high, eyes barely opening. Jungkook moves to situate himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back as he peppers kisses on your shoulders.
“Are you doing okay?” Hoseok asks gently after a while, standing up to grab a cup of water before handing it to you.
You’re grateful as you gulp the water down, the coolness easing your raspy throat before handing the paper cup back to Hoseok’s awaiting hand. After a few deep breaths, you smile brilliantly. “I’m okay, I can’t be the only one that gets to cum, right?”
Hoseok only laughs, kissing the top of your head. “That’s my girl,” he praises. “I’m just gonna watch for a bit. Tell these boys what you want, hm?”
A smirk appears on your lips as gaze flicker between the two dark-haired men. “Fuck me.”
Jimin growls, massaging your thighs harshly before removing his sweatpants. “On your hands and knees, baby,” he commands, patting your thighs as you shakily abide his request. He strokes his cock a few times before positioning the head on your entrance. He doesn’t take the slow approach, parting your ass cheeks before ramming his dick all the way inside of your wet walls in one fluid motion.
“Fuck!” you grunt, your eyes falling shut and you grit your teeth as your walls spasm to accommodate his girth.
When he begins to thrust in slowly, it takes everything in you not to collapse back on the floor, your limbs turning into jelly as Jimin’s cock brushes against your sensitive walls.
“Look in front of you, pet,” Jungkook chuckles, tapping your cheek lightly with his fingers. You open your eyes to a reflection of you in the mirror and you’re barely able to keep looking at the messy hair and ruined makeup. “You’re so fucked out and we’ve barely just started.”
Jungkook kneels in front of your face, blocking your view of the mirror. A proud smile graces his handsome features as he strokes your cheek delicately with his thumb. “Open wide for me, just like last time, yeah?”
You whimper, cunt clenching around Jimin’s length as you remembered the brutal pace Jungkook sets when he fucks your face.
“Shit, you just got tighter,” Jimin hisses from behind. His hands grip your ass cheeks in a steady hold as he increases his pace, the loud slapping of skin against skin ringing in your ears as Jungkook taps your lips with the head of his cock several times.
Opening your mouth wide, Jungkook pushes his cock to the back of your throat, his rhythm matching Jimin. You moan loudly, your limbs shaking with exhaustion as the men use your holes for their own pleasure.
“God, I’m getting jealous here,” Hoseok chuckles, returning to kneel next to your body. “You’re doing so good, baby. You look so pretty taking both of their cocks.”
Hoseok caresses your back, sending shivers down your spine. As you’re rocked back and forth between the two men, Hoseok brings his fingers on your clit, rubbing circular motions on your nub. Your eyes widen instantly, a scream muffled by the cock in your mouth. The sensations are too much and you feel the familiar burn in your abdomen that’s threatening to consume you whole.
“Oh, fuck— you’re so tight for me, baby, I’m going to fucking cum at this rate,” Jimin grunts, body shivering.
“Cum inside me, please,” you beg as you take lungful of air before sucking Jungkook’s cock again.
Jimin groans in response, his thrusts starting to falter. “Fuck! I’m cumming—shit,” he curses, pushing himself deeper as he reaches his high. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the warmth as Jimin paints your insides white with his cum. He thrusts a few times before exiting.
“Holy fucking shit,” Jimin curses, lying down on the hardwood floor as he catches his breath.
Though your face is still stuffed with Jungkook’s cock, you can’t help the satisfied grin on your face after hearing Jimin’s ragged breathing, but it’s soon wiped clean when you feel the blunt head of your boyfriend’s cock against your entrance. “My girlfriend is such a filthy whore. I’m gonna make sure that you don’t waste any of our cum,” he taunts, pushing himself inch by inch.
Your only response is a pathetic whimper, mouth too full of Jungkook’s cock. The younger man hasn’t said much and when you look up past the curtain of tears, it is a sight to behold. Looking like a Greek statue coming to life, Jungkook has his head tipped back, mouth hanging open as he moans quietly. His dark hair is plastered on his face and his brows are tightly drawn to the centre of his forehead as he focuses on his pleasure. Praying that you have enough strength to hold your weight with one hand, your cup his balls and massage them, eliciting a sharp gasp of your name as he picks up his pace.
“Fuck!” Jungkook mutters.
Hoseok exits your cunt, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back in. The hand that was on Jungkook’s balls return to his shapely thighs, your knuckles turning white as you sink your nails on his flesh to hold you steady.
“Baby, how are you still so fucking tight?” Hoseok grunts, slamming into you repeatedly.
Your head is a mess of sensations, the small ember in your abdomen now a blazing fire. Your high arrives much quicker this time, the familiar shape of your boyfriend’s cock sending you into overdrive as he fucks you hard and fast.
“I can’t—” Jungkook grunts. He holds your head with two of his hands and he increases his pace, his balls slapping against your chin. “I’m gonna—fuck!”
With a heaving breath and a long, drawn-out moan of your name, Jungkook thrusts his cock deep into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat. You do your best to drink it all, not letting a drop spill out as you suck, trying to focus on his pleasure before your own. His body shudders as he exits your mouth, painting your lips with the last of his cum as he smirks down at you.
“Shit—that was good,” he comments, breathing shakily as he leans back on the floor with his elbows while taking in lungful of air.
“And then there was one,” Jimin snickers from somewhere behind you. His feet pad softly on the floor until he kneels down by your head. “Such a pretty lipstick you have on, baby.”
Jimin kisses you as Hoseok continues to drive his cock into your battered walls, dragging out your orgasm repeatedly until you’re barely able to kiss Jimin back, your senses clouded with only the thought of your boyfriend’s cock inside of you.
As Jimin pushes his tongue inside your mouth, you feel a rough pair of hands on your tits. You crack your eyelids open to find Jungkook in your periphery, leaning down to kiss your shoulders as he pinches your nipples. Hoseok snakes a hand to rub circles on your clit, breathing staggered as he chants your name.
For the second time that day, the waves of pleasure make your toes curl and you release yourself from Jimin’s mouth to moan. “Hoseok—I’m gonna—” you manage to cry.
Jungkook’s rough hands continue to fondle your tits as he leaves bite marks all over your shoulders. “Let go, pet, we’re right here,” he murmurs into your ear.
“Fuck, I’m close too, baby, I’m gonna fuck my cum deep inside you,” Hoseok groans as he speeds up.
Hoseok shoves his cock deep inside your pussy when your walls spasm around his length, the orgasm washing over both of you in great waves. You feel the hot spurts of cum spilling inside your walls and your nails dig deep into the hardwood floors of the practice room while your body shudders against his grip. There’s a loud ringing in your ears as you come down from your high, and with shaky limbs, you lower yourself onto the cold floor.
You hear three sets of voices coo and praise you, but you’re too far gone to listen. Jimin places your head on his lap, raking your hair with his gentle fingers. You hiss when you feel a warm, damp towel between your legs, though you’re grateful that someone’s helping to clean you up.
“Mmh—need kisses,” you mumble, voice barely audible from the exhaustion. You manage to crack an eye open to find Jungkook leaning over to claim your lips. He parts for a bit to help you sit up and drink water before returning with kisses.
“You’re so good to us, baby,” Hoseok whispers, massaging your thighs with his deft hands.
Gradually, the ringing stops and your vision is no longer spotty. Your legs still feel like jelly as you try to stand and Hoseok chuckles quietly before he helps you into your clothes.
“Did it feel good?” Jungkook asks, stroking your head while you lean on Hoseok’s shoulder.
You nod, the corners of your lips turning up into a smile.
“Well, I’m glad,” Jimin responds with an equally dazzling grin.
The two younger men kiss both your cheeks as you gather your things, leaving you and Hoseok alone in the practice room.
“So, was it a dream come true after all?” he jokes. It earns him a punch on the shoulder, and he pouts playfully.
“Shut up,” you mumble. “Let’s get out of here.”
When the two of you leave the practice room, the receptionist at the desk refuses to meet your eyes as you wave goodbye.
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chateautae · a month ago
secrets by the shore | pjm. (m)
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beautiful banner but my beautiful maggie @kimtaehyunq​
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➵ summary : jimin knows you’re bad news, and yet he only wants more. neglecting his strict duties as prince of his underwater kingdom, jimin finds himself visiting the shore to not only mingle with the humans he’s grown fond of, but to also be swept up in your tempting ocean. jimin can’t get enough of how painfully human you are, and how painfully he wants to be human too, even if it means costing him his coveted royalty. 
↳ part of The Last Splash collab hosted by @kimtaehyunq​
➵ pairing : mermaid prince!jimin x human!reader
➵ genre : fantasy, romance, secret relationship, fluff, smut, angst
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 26k
➵ warnings : swearing, soft dom!jimin, sub/switch!reader, loads of nipple/breast play, dirty talk, semi-public sex (nobody sees them), wet and sloppy sex, scratching, straddling, praising, heavy petting, cum tasting, finger tasting, oral (m. receiving), titty-fucking, stomach bulging, slow/emotional sex, creampie
➵ a/n : and here’s my jimin mermaid fic!! please excuse any mistakes or errors in this fic considering how much i scrambled to complete it, i hope everyone enjoys 🥺 i really explored this concept and expanded my writing style to fit it, so hopefully it’s not terrible!! tysm to @inkedtae​ my baby bee for beta-ing, and a millions thanks to maggie @kimtaehyunq​ for making this wonderful banner!! <3
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Jimin knows this is wrong. Oh, so wrong. 
And yet, he just can't find even a measly reason to leave. 
Jimin’s newly-transformed feet squish into the sand as he meanders across the beach, peeking over his shoulder as though someone may have followed him; a guard, a family member, worse, his mother. 
But he knew it was far past their usual time of slumber, and the night was Jimin’s time to come alive. 
He shouldn’t be here really. He should be asleep just like the rest of his royal family. Though as he draws closer to the usual shack, music already piercing his ears and the ground vibrating under the heavy bass, he finds himself carried by what his exhilarated veins tell him. 
His fiery, red hair is still damp from the ocean, and his clothes slightly cling to his body from the small wetness of the water, though he doesn’t mind. The night air instantly dries him, fills his lung with oxygen he yearns to have in this form. 
Jimin approaches the shack, finding his usual spot and taking his usual seat. He watches with amusement as the humans around him sway their bodies to synth-pop salsa beats. He hears melodious singing coming from the stage, he feels the warmth of the lanterns placed around the shack that provide it with its homely, cozy atmosphere. 
Every sense of his is on high alert, because it simply feels good to be human. To dance and sing and speak to anyone with a freedom he so desperately desired, though could never have without a tumultuous challenge. 
His thoughts race, even though his body feels more alive than it ever does when he’s near the ocean floor. He adores this more than anything, despite his initial mission of scoping out how terrible humans are every quarter of the year. 
“It’s to keep our kingdom safe,” his mother always warned him. Though the more time Jimin spent obligated to hate humans, he came to admire them for their stumbly feet and ardent hearts, incomprehensive on why they needed to be feared, avoided.
He loves being able to live among humans, to be by their side, to live like them. 
What he loves most, however, is gaining the opportunity to catch your eyes from across the shack, and his nerves immediately alight with lust, his smile coy when he finally sees you. 
It’s magnetic, whatever you two have. Your eyes instantly spot his red hair from behind the bar and suddenly whatever drink you were pouring becomes a useless task. 
His look was always so mirthy, suggestive. That damn smirk on his face is what had you whipped the second he flashed you the godforsaken thing, but nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to the empyrean beauty that was Jimin. 
His gorgeous red hair were like the soft flames of a fire, his kind eyes and plump, full lips were every man and woman’s dream. His skin was smoother than any igneous rock embedded in molten hot lava for ages. His frame was delicately beautiful, and his every feature screamed ethereal, otherworldly. 
But right now, all that screamed at you was your pussy to get the man inside you, because you could feel the tension between you even from across the room. His body was calling you, the slow lick of his lips with those flirty irises made your toes curl and inhale an uneven breath, craning your neck to manage the horny shock that invades your fluttering cunt. 
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Jimin presses you up against the bar counter, knocking over a few things you couldn’t even bother to care about. 
His lips devour you like a whole meal as you kiss him back fervently, bodies desperately rutting against each other as your ass settles against the counter. 
You moan when Jimin breathes down your neck and attaches those plush pillows against your blazing hot skin, thankful the bar was empty after hours, only your efforts left to close it. 
“Jimin..” You gasp when his hands snake down to your ass to cup it as he pleases, feeling his fingers dip into what he knew was your dripping pussy. 
“Fuck, so wet without me doing anything?” 
You smack his chest with a low-effort scolding and he lets out a pretty laugh, canvassing up to nibble and suck at the one spot under your ear that drives you insane. 
“Why’d you have to look at me like that?” Jimin breathes against your throat, hands kneading the flesh of your ass in needy circles. 
“Like what?” 
“Like you wanna be fucked.” 
Arousal floods your pussy when Jimin hovers over your exposed cleavage, having placed your waitress outfit a few buttons down just for your jaw-dropping, red-haired Adonis. You moan at his remark, transforming into a laugh as he begins kissing the top of your breasts, suckling to leave little marks of his own. 
“Then I guess you better fuck me, Ariel.” 
Jimin scoffs, recalling the first time he ever confided in you about being a merman, and the first joke that came out of you was referencing the Disney princess. 
Jimin ensures your arms and rapidly spins you around, shoving you against the counter with your stomach nestled at the edge. Your backside is offered to him now, Jimin tugging down your leggings and accessing your panty-clad core, finding it soaked far more than you should’ve been. 
“I’m the merman that lives in the ocean, and yet your pussy is wetter than me?” 
You scoff, jutting your hips back on him as a meek counter. “Shut up, Jimin. Don’t make me teach you how to have sex again.” 
Jimin rolls his eyes and, as punishment, pulls down your flimsy shirt to collect your breast in his hand. You gasp, and he begins fondling your tit as he circles the nipple around, hardening it as you hiss with pleasure. 
“Fuck, Jimin.” 
“I didn’t need to be taught that, now did I?” You bite your lip to silence yourself, but moans escape your mouth as your nails dig into the counter, occasionally feeling your nipple meet the shiny surface and you shiver with arousal. 
“Jimin, oh God, I need you.” Your arousal pools between your legs and your limbs are restless, shifting your weight constantly to handle the pleasure that pulsates your needy and untouched clit. 
Jimin quirks a brow in amusement as he removes your pesky panties, hissing loudly when he sees your cunt pulsing for something to fill it up. 
Before you could even consider getting down on your knees and sucking the soul out of him, his length pushes against your hole and your eyes flutter shut in bliss. The meaty head of his cock nestles into your folds and you moan pornographically, slippery walls welcoming him inside like the prince he is. 
Jimin never knew sex with a human could be so fun, amusing, liberating. Though then again, maybe it wasn’t about sex with humans, and more so sex with you. 
He could never get over the breath-taking sensation of being inside you, and even now, as he eases himself into your tight little cunt and a hand plays with your tit in tantalizing circles, he can surely never get enough of you. 
“Fuuuck, baby. You’re so wet and tight, ah shit.” Jimin curses under his breath. 
“So good, Jimin, so big and slippery.” You will say one of the perks of fucking a merman was the abudance of wetness that always coated him. Jimin’s dick was Godly, quite literally perfectly shaped and always remained doused in this substance that made you see sparkly stars. 
It always made penetration so fun, filling, satisfying as he drove his cock into you and you felt the stinging, pleasurable sensation. You both grunt together when Jimin bottoms out, nibbling indefinitely on your lip to keep from mewling like an animal. Jimin’s fingers dig into your hip, holding your body in place as he stuffs you to the brim. 
Jimin gives your pulsing cunt the times it needs, relishing in the tight fit of your pussy decorating his cock so beautifully. He can never get past the warmth of your sex, the intimacy of when two people fuck, the touches, the longing, the moaning. 
The desire.
It’s all what made Jimin so enraptured by being in this relationship with you, whether you’ve both uttered the three words or not, whether you’re human and he’s a creature of the sea, whether your relationship is doomed in just its nature; he didn’t care. 
All he cared about right now was fucking you so senselessly every person in this town would know how good you’ve got it. 
Jimin draws out of your velvety pussy and slides right back in, filling you up delectably as you let out a pleasured whimper. His hand adorned with silver rings still fondles and kneads your one breast, holding your writhing body in place as the other cups your hips, beginning a quick and tight pace that gives it to you right from the get-go. 
“Oh God, Jimin, fuck yes.” 
“Yeah? You wanna be fucked fast?” 
You nod with a muffled moan, your horny erogenous zones begging for stimulation and Jimin supplies you graciously. His hand slips your breasts out of your bra and shirt and begins palming at his leisure, drawing circles and pinching over your nipple that drives you fucking insane. 
You arch your back for more, beckoning Jimin inside you when you fuck yourself back on him, and Jimin lets out a strangled moan. 
“Shit, shit. You’re such a nasty girl, so needy.” 
A broken moan escapes you when Jimin sheaths his cock so deep inside you, your entire body is overcome with a stunning shock. You shiver like a madwoman, Jimin having the goddamn audacity to begin swiveling his cock inside your warm, wet cunt, hating that you told him some months ago that’s the way to any woman’s heart. 
“Jimin.. Oh fuck, Jimin!” 
“God, you keep clenching around me like that and I won’t ever leave.” Jimin groans in pleasure, throwing his head back as he draws out of your cunt and continues with his quick, hard thrusts. Each one is hitting you so good your skin slapping fills the shack, and so does the wet squelching of your pussy juices and his arousal, creating a sinful harmony. 
“How—” you’re broken off by his speedy thrusting, squealing in pleasure. “How exactly- am I a nasty girl?” You question weakly in an attempt to banter, your lungs so full of intoxicated oxygen you’re losing your mind. 
“Letting me fuck you in your dad’s shack against his goddamn bar?” Jimin proudly declares as he snaps his unforgiving hips into you. 
“Don’t fucking mention my dad right now, asshole!” 
“Really? Am I an asshole when I do this?” Jimin neglects holding your hips and exchanges it for massaging your pulsing clit, playing with the little bud like it’s an ocean pearl. “Shit, should’ve eaten you out when I had the chance.” 
You moan, sentence interrupted when Jimin gives you a particularly deep, filling thrust. “Please— Jimin, need to come, I can feel it.” 
“God, I’m not gonna last, you’re squeezing me so tight.” 
And Jimin continues to give it to you hard and fast, his sizeable cock slamming into your pathetic pussy as though you were a ragdoll, and you didn’t mind one bit having a Godly-being like Jimin play with you. The pads of his fingers dig into your clit harder when Jimin feels you pulsing more frequently, having trained him well enough now on how to get a woman high like this. 
The only downside of having been the one to teach him how to have sex with a human? He was specifically molded to fit all your needs, your weak spots and desires. 
“Jimin, please, gonna come so hard.” You whine as his ministrations only push you to the edge. 
“Good. Wanna feel you come, baby. Drench my fucking cock.” Jimin coos into your ear as he leans over and melds your bodies together so closely, you were full of Jimin and Jimin only. He keeps fucking and fucking and fucking until you unravel right in his hands, his palm squeezing your breast as your body convulses and your legs shake. 
Your moan is absolutely shattered, whiny and high-pitched as Jimin’s name left your lips a dozen times. He slows down only to provide you with comfort, massaging your clit through your orgasm before he’s picking up the pace again, chasing the high that aches his throbbing cock. 
A hand of yours reaches behind you, hooking a hand onto Jimin’s hip as you encourage him to keep fucking you, to pleasure himself until hs creams your needy pussy. “So empty, Jimin, keep going. Wanna have your cum.” 
“Yeah? Nasty girl wants my cum inside her?” Jimin chides but you can tell he’s just as done, he’s winded and tired but God does your pussy feel like the tightest hug after a hard day. 
“Yes, yes, yes. Jimin, please.” You beg him, nails digging into his milky skin and Jimin’s only revved on, thrusting into you senselessly before he lets it all go, white ropes of cum decorating your fleshy walls as you whine from sensitivity, moaning through the speed he loses in his thrusts. 
You breathe out moans and your exhaustion together, letting cum and your pussy juices fall victim to gravity and drip down your folds, having slicked your inner thighs. Jimin gives your back soothing strokes, cock nestled nice and snug inside your pulsing pussy, all while kissing your shoulder blade in silent praises of love. 
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Your head snuggles into Jimin closer, finding shelter in his arms. You both were sitting atop the patio outside, lounging on a soft beach chair as Jimin cradles your form, watching the waves wash up and crash against the large rocks riddling the right side of the beach.
Panty-clad core against Jimin’s khaki shorts, your naked upper body pressed against his exposed chest with only a towel draping you both. You catch a whiff of his clean scent, knowing the ocean is stuck to his skin in ways only you could appreciate. 
The ocean has always been your life, and you’re certain it always would be. 
Though one question always bugged you, lingered in the back of your head time anytime you laid in Jimin’s arms like this against his warm frame, cradling the towel around yourself tighter. 
Would Jimin always be here? 
“What's it like?” You ask quietly, attempting to distract your mind. “What’s it like.. when you’re swimming in the ocean?” 
A smile frames Jimin’s lips as he brings a hand to your hair, running his fingers through the soft tresses. His cheek presses to the top of your head, intaking a deep breath of the ocean air as he thinks. 
“It feels like.. running through the wind.” Jimin answers in his velvety voice, other arm holding your body against his. “It’s water and yet.. it feels easy, feels like when the wind blows against your skin, feels like a fresh breeze or breath of air when you need it most.” 
You reflect on that statement with a smile, invoking your own thoughts. “The ocean’s really your place, huh?” 
Jimin softens, though finds sentiment in the conversation, and quiet intimacy he wants to keep for a little longer. “I’m not exactly sure.. but I think my place is anywhere you are.” 
Your heart clenches hearing him, butterflies fluttering around in your chest as a smile inches onto your lips. You open your hand to rest it over his heart, remembering the first time you felt his heart hammering against his chest, when you first felt him so passionately. 
You never expected to be with Jimin like this, quite frankly, all of this was a rather surprising development. 
It all began when your father forced you to start closing the lighthouse your family owned, this restaurant being an extension of the attraction. It was always a pain in the ass having to lug yourself to the goddamn fishy and ugly building, having to maintain its somewhat decent look and my God, did you hate doing the garbage and catching a whiff of that pungent, sea-water odour. 
It was a task you always grumbled to him about, though one day when you decided to take a shorter route towards the dumpster, your eyes malfunctioned for an entire minute. You caught a glimpse of something shimmering in the distance along the ocean, your fickle sight showing you it rather wasn’t a something, but a someone. 
Gold bounced off the person’s arms, and when you caught a clear enough look, all you could see was bright red hair atop the figure’s head, wondering what a person is even doing along the shore at this time of night, let alone such an oddly.. appearing one.
Small fear did begin to bubble in your chest, contending for this to be some sort of killer until you realized the figure didn’t seem necessarily malicious. They had spotted you for sure, and yet, never ran in your direction, never chased you down and eventually led you to your demise. 
Rather, you watched him tilt his head as if confused, then leap into the ocean and disappear before you could yell any protests. It left you bewildered, in pure wonderment considering if that really did happen in real life, or maybe you really had one too many beers that night. 
The second time you saw him, you realized he wasn’t wearing any clothing, and your heart lurched in your chest as you masked your vision from the sight. He only had a measly wad of seaweed covering the intimate parts of him. His skin glowed in the moonlight, however, the certain blue luminescence that refracted from off his body sparked your curiosity. He walked in your direction, letting his feet drag in the sand before once again disappearing. 
This figure did this a frustrating five times before you became too curious, the sixth one strangely being the charm. He seemed to resurface from this certain point along the shore, and so one night, instead of doing the bothersome garbage and accepting whatever lecture your father would pester you with, you hid behind a large rock.
The second you saw his skin refracting across the wet sand, you leaped out theatrically and without a sliver of etiquette. 
“Ah hah!” You yelped, pointing a finger at him as the figure stared at you with the biggest, cutest eyes you’d ever seen. He blinked multiple times, as if trying to wrap his head around where he is, who you are and what you’re doing. Suddenly you began to malfunction here too, contemplating you never exactly thought about your impromptu plan past this point. 
Instead, you found yourself distracted by the man. He was leaner than you thought, though had enough muscle that complemented his beautiful, gorgeous frame. His skin was flawless and glimmered with this certain iridesense that seemed humanly impossible, red hair perfectly swept up along with gold, intricate bangles that decorated his biceps.
And when you peered close enough, your eyes found that it wasn’t necessarily his skin that refracted the moonlight, rather there were these faint scales scattered upon his legs. They were almost like a...
“Mermaid..” You said aloud, and watched the man’s eyes nearly fall out of his sockets, bolting back into the ocean in the middle of your protest, leaving you alone and confused. 
The man began to cloud your thoughts thereafter, contemplating exactly who he was. He surely wasn’t human, or maybe he was very strangely human, you didn’t know. 
You anticipated his presence everyday at the shore since then, though unfortunately never saw him. It began to alarm you, thinking maybe your Sherlock Holmes bit truly scared him off. It became a bad habit of yours, flickering your eager eyes towards the shore in hopes of him emerging. At one point, watching the waves crash as tides rolled in became so tedious, monotonous, boring. Even cleaning a goddamn glass was hard every time you opened the tap and found, well, water. 
You couldn’t forget the look of innocence in his eyes as the shore kissed his bare feet, his beauty that screamed the origins of someplace almost.. magical.
“You good?” Your co-worker and obnoxious older cousin, Taehyung, inquired over the bar counter. “You’re way too distracted these days. Your dad’s gonna end up killing me and you.” He cautioned as he pointed an accusing finger your way, smacking his hand with a towel. 
“Shut up, the only shit we’re getting in is for you being way too flirty with the customers. Could you preferably not break the hearts of every pretty female that walks into this room? We’re losing customers!” 
“Correction, I don’t break hearts. I just don’t try to give ladies something I’m not willing to give, and thus saving everyone the hurt.” You roll your eyes, rolling up the towel and smacking it at him once again. He subsequently hisses, rising from his seat to evade you. 
“Jesus. Seriously, what’s gotten into you?” 
You let out an exhausted sigh after recollecting your towel, wiping a glass mindlessly. 
“I just.. I don’t know, Tae.” Was all you could offer. You really contemplated the idea of something other than humans being here; aliens, ghosts, vampires, the whole shebang. But seldom did you ever contemplate the existence of mermaids, let alone possibly having seen one. 
“Do you believe in creatures other than us being on Earth?” 
Taehyung raises a brow. “What do you mean?” 
“I mean, like, ghosts or the Lochness Monster or.. Mermaids..” You so quietly whispered the last part, your cousin had to really lean in to hear. 
“Why do you ask, gummy bear?” 
You softened hearing Taehyung’s supportive tone, knowing if there’s one thing you appreciate most about your cousin, it was his open-mindedness and willingness to listen. “Tae.. have you ever seen a strange man walking along our shore?” 
Taehyung tilts his head in question, elbows leaning against the counter. “A strange man? Like what?” 
“Well, he has red hair and he…” You trail off, unable to finish because the second you begin describing the man, you spot him taking a seat right in your line of vision, your cousin watching it transfer from him to behind him. 
“Y/N.. what’re you..?” Taehyung then also snaps his head back, and in the least obvious though totally obvious way, you both gape like absolute idiots. 
You’re both met with the same beautiful man you’d seen along the beach, except this time, he’s wearing clothes. He’s adorned with a plain white dress t-shirt and beige shorts, lounging comfortingly in his seat as his eyes sweep the place. He has kind features, stunning once you’re finally able to catch a real glimpse of him in the daylight. 
His eyes had this puppy-like, endearing look to them, though the manner in which he sat screamed prestige, wealth and class. 
He wasn’t an ordinary person. 
Suddenly the stranger’s vision flashes over to you and your cousin staring, and you both rapidly scramble for things to hide yourself. You fumble with the glass as it clatters against the counter and Taehyung nabs one of the place mats to shield himself. You smack him once you consider how goddamn pea-brained that is, and he merely gestures a ‘what?’ with baffled eyes. 
You roll yours, busy with scolding your cousin until the stranger suddenly approaches you two arguing, straightening up faster than you did when your father walks in. You clear your throat nervously in order to speak clearly, posing in a way that seems attractive. “H-hi, how may we help you?” 
“Think I know a thing or two you wanna help him with.” Taehyung side-whispers and you swat his bicep, sending him a death glare. 
“Uh, I was just wondering if someone could take my order.” The stranger replies, and you immediately go digging for your notepad and pen. “Oh God, of course! How rude of me.” You laughed, Taehyung smirking once he can discern you’re doing that quirky laughing thing when you like a guy. You quickly shoo him away before he can ruin anything else.
“Dear Taehyungie, don’t you have a floor to mop?” He stitches his brows together, getting up from his seat with offense. 
“Me? That’s your job today-ow!” You pinch his forearm and stare menacingly. Taehyung reluctantly acquiesces and sneers at you before he’s disappearing. 
Your attention then falls to the stranger, who takes Taehyung’s seat as he watches him search for the mop and bucket, his stern eyes never leaving his back. “May I ask who that is?” 
That piques your interest, wondering why he’s staring at Tae with so much.. hostility? 
“Him? That’s just my older cousin. He’s the definition of an idiot.” 
“Heard that!” Taehyung hollers from the back. 
“I wasn’t being quiet!” You chime in response. 
The man’s eyes then soften, his gaze falling to you, and it’s now you catch the opportunity to soak in all his gorgeous features. His lips appear as though they’d feel like heaven, his hair is a brilliant red that almost looks too vivid to be dyed, and he’s got the cutest nose. 
His skin this time doesn’t reveal any scale-like patterns however, but appears just like your skin. Human skin. 
“S-so, may I take your order?” You stutter, internally face-palming. 
“What would you say is the best to have?” 
Your flirtatious side comes out, fluttering your eyelashes just a little and leaning over the counter. “Well, I would recommend myself, though I’m unfortunately not on the menu.” 
The man laughs, and you’re immediately intrigued by how pretty and wide his smile is. His teeth are impeccable, and the chime of his chuckle was like music to your ears, mesmerized. “That is quite the shame, I would say. 
You crack a smile, biting your lip as you stand to your full height. “Our pancakes are the best in town, especially with a dash of our authentic Canadian maple syrup.” 
“I’ll have exactly that, then.” The man affirms, and you scribble down the order before flashing him another look. 
“May I know a name for the order..?” The man sends you a jaw-dropping smile, and it takes every ounce of you to not trip up over it. 
“Jimin.” He says with his soft, melodious voice, getting used to the name. “Just Jimin.”
“Jimin, that suits you very well.” You both chuckle about that, watching as his eyes don’t necessarily stay with yours. They faintly linger over you, not in a lewd or disrespectful way, but as though he’s admiring, taking his time to really look at you. 
“Would it be okay if I got a name as well?” 
Now you send your most charming smile. “Y/N.. Y/N Y/L/N.” 
“Y/N..” He tries it out, nodding his head as if he likes the sound. “I like that, pretty like you.” 
Your eyes widen, surprised by the compliment and shyly giggling as you pout your lips in the slightest. “Thank you. I’ll get you those pancakes.” You’re turning around to do exactly that, stepping towards the kitchen, but his almost whimsical voice calls you back. 
You whirl around, curious eyes meeting his. 
“What exactly do I have to do to get you on the menu?” 
You choke, considering your flirty comment actually worked. You’re almost left speechless, though decide instead to challenge him a little, just to see how much he’s willing to do. 
“Mmm, you gotta work for it, Jimin. Why are you asking?” 
“Honestly,” he begins, his eyes flitting around the place. “I’m kind of.. new around here. I don’t really have anybody I know, and was hoping to get a tour guide of the town.”
“You’re not from here?” You query, suddenly all ears for him. 
“No, just recently got here.” He says it quite dismissively and you grow curious over it, though you decide to bury it down. No way will you question this man on exactly why you ran into him nearly naked on the shore just a couple weeks ago.
“I see, but what makes you believe I’ll be any good of a tour guide?” 
Jimin flickers his eyes towards your family photos that littered the shelves behind you, your gaze following his. 
“It seems like you’ve lived in this town for a long time.” 
Your narrowed vision flits back to Jimin, arms crossed with an impressed contort to your lips. “You’re quite observant.” 
“I would say it’s a talent of mine.” His smile invokes your own, sitting all pretty and gorgeous and you couldn’t help but want to kiss his plump, Bratz Doll lips. You pretend-contemplate the idea, already knowing your answer before you provide it. 
“Well then, I guess I’m your tour guide, Mr. Jimin.” You perk up with a small flip of your hair and a wide smile, lacing your fingers behind your back. “That’s if you agree to come meet me here tomorrow at the same time.” 
“Of course, if it means meeting you again.” You couldn’t help but giggle, charmed as all hell by his beautiful persona. It simply screamed gentleman-ly to you, and you were blown away by his angelic features, seriously contemplating whether he’s real or not. 
He just can’t be human, right?
You wouldn’t find your answer to that question for a while. 
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Jimin’s not supposed to be here. 
It’s the second time he’s abandoned his princely duties without informing anyone, and he knows he’s in for it the second he steps foot inside the castle. Though the only thing, well, person he cared for right now is you. He was far too intrigued now by the humans he had been taught to loathe, rather interested in how they live their lives. 
And you were the most interesting thing about humans, never had he seen one so boldly approach him.
“Well, well, well, look at you.” You chirp jokingly as Jimin approaches you on the beach, black ripped jeans, a white t-shirt and a distressed jean jacket all decorating his imperfect frame.
He looked fucking ravishing.
“I should be the one saying that.” Jimin’s cute teeth grace you with a smile and you giggle, holding onto the ends of your floor-length cardigan completed with black jeans and a fitted crop-top. “You look gorgeous.” 
“Says you.” You shoot back, earning another toothy grin and soft laugh. His hands are tucked into his pockets, and his red hair is tousled messily as he appears downright sinful. He ran a hand through the tresses of his hair as he wet his lips, his eyes doing a quick up and down scan of you that made your heart flutter. 
“So.. where to, m’lady?” 
Your lips curl into a one-sided grin, standing upright as you hold out your arm for Jimin to hook onto. “C’mon, Ariel. Right this way.” 
Jimin hooks onto your arm but, not without the adorable tilt of his head in confusion. “Ariel?” 
“You know, the Disney princess that’s a mermaid?” 
Jimin gulped beside you, eyes filling with panic. “M-mermaid?” 
“Yeah, you and her have the same red hair, duh.” You deadpan, to which Jimin seemed to relax. That didn’t pass your attention however, confirming your suspicions that Jimin really isn’t who he says he is. 
Though your placid mind wanted to avoid the possibility. 
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“And this,” you gesture towards the beautiful shoreline your town offers. “This is where the beauty lies. Serendipity Shores.” 
Jimin’s puppy eyes soak it all in as you both stand above the gigantic, grassy alcove that overlooks the entire sea. You’d spend a fun-filled day with Jimin, ice cream cones in hand and dragging him around town to the best of spots, all the local secrets and goodies you’ve come to collect over the years. The special pie place everyone in town adored, the quirky though reliable music store that somehow manages to always sell the classics, not to mention your bowling alley that houses the best arcade this town could conjure up. 
Suffice to say, he really fell in love with the quaint, though homely place as well, telltale by the glimmer that sparkled in his eyes the entire day. 
Your family-owned lighthouse is off to the right, and underneath is your small, though bustling town and restaurant shack that many love to frequent; shopping, mingling and great food all within the reach of their fingertips there.
“So this is your favourite place, huh?” Jimin’s still stunned, eyes sweeping over the picturesque scene before him with wonder. 
“Yes it is, sir. I’m certain this is the prettiest view our town has to offer.” 
Jimin looks at you then, that charming, attractive smile of his on full display. “I can think of prettier views.” 
You narrow your vision and purse your lips, almost attempting to figure him out. “You’re a flirty one, aren’t you?” 
“Only when it’s you.” 
You chuckle a little at his cleverness, finding the way his eyes crease beyond beautiful. Your vision falls to the ocean then, standing next to Jimin as you take in a breath of fresh, ocean air. Your body relaxes, the sea always having been your home. 
“I’ve lived in this town all my life, you know?” You perk up, reflecting on your life here as the tides beckon you to reminisce. 
“It’s just me and my dad, mom’s not here.” You relay openly, caught in almost a trance-like scene of your memories until Jimin’s voice pulls you out. 
“If I may ask, what happened?” 
“Divorce. Mutual. She wanted a bigger life, my dad and I were happy with a simpler one.” Jimin nodded beside you, listening intently. 
“I take it you’re a lot like your father.” 
“Please, we’re practically twins. He’s been.. probably the most amazing person I’ve known all my life.” You gushed a little, smiling as you recalled your father. “He’s a bit of a hard ass about the family business and all, but he’s truly the best father anyone could ask for.” 
Jimin grins to himself as he regards your side profile, his eyes looking as though he were.. admiring again? No, you didn’t want to jump to that conclusion yet. 
But it was fun to think it may be true. 
“That’s wonderful, Y/N. I’m glad you have such an amazing relationship with him.” 
Your lips curve, laced hands behind your back twiddling uselessly. “And what about you, mister Ariel? Where are you from?” 
This is where Jimin purses his lips and puffs his cheeks, his eyesight revealing mystery, hesitancy. “I’m from somewhere far, far away from here.” He simply says, not missing the way his eyes fixate on the sea. 
“Well.. is it okay for me to ask about your family? Do they live with you?” Jimin clicks his teeth as a no, hands shoved into his pockets. 
“No way. They’re somewhere else. I guess you could say I… ran away?” Jimin elaborates, watching him awkwardly rub the back of his neck as he pieces together a sentence. “I’m not really supposed to be here exactly. I wanted to kind of.. go off on my own, be my own person, you know?” 
You understand that, nodding as your show of support. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you’re doing great as your own person, Jimin.” 
Jimin’s round eyes flash to you, and he holds your gaze as his smile only grows in sincerity. He suddenly turns his body towards you, facing you completely. He tilts his head a little as he simply observes you, feeling your heart thud in your chest at the way he so unabashedly regards you. 
“And I think,” he begins, leaning over and bringing his hand to your hair. You immediately malfunction, something rare of you considering you’re usually a natural with men. Though something about Jimin, his magical aura, his unparalleled presence, and that goddamn smile leave you mentally swooning. 
You realize he’s picking something out of your hair, delicately grasping the little white cotton weed and presenting it before you. Your eyes zero in on the small thing, though Jimin brings it to his lips and puffs a blow, chuckling a little when you watch the weed fly away with child-like eyes. 
“Whether a big or small life, I think you’re doing great, too.” 
Your lips can’t help but curve into a happy smile, feeling your cheeks warm up as your eyes fail to find a reason to leave him.
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Jimin doesn’t like water, you noticed. 
Everytime you two took your usual walk along the salty shore after an eventful day spent together, you recognized the way Jimin often avoided the side with the shore. He always kept himself dry, and let you drag your feet through the washed-up sand without ever dipping his toe in. 
Even if you urged him to join you for a photo or to simply splash some water on him, he always refused. 
He never once agreed to anything remotely close to a beach day, claiming he hated sand even though you’d seen his almost innate comfort in treading the beach for walks. Even amusement park rides that included water, the little water park one of your recreational centers offered, even threatening to spill a cold water bottle over him on scorching hot days; Jimin stayed away from it all. 
It made you suspicious of him far more than just a simple quirk of a brow, truly questioning whether or not Jimin is who he says he is. He would never explain anything regarding his home and family situation, though made it seem as though he had strict rules. 
He always had to leave at a certain time and emerged at a certain hour. Neither was he consistent, informing you that providing a ‘yes’ to your plans should never be assumed and you'd be lucky enough to find him waltzing into your dad’s shack. 
It all rang alarms in your head, contemplating exactly who this Jimin is. You were already on high alert regarding him in just broad daylight; the seeming iridescence of his skin, the almost-too-perfect feel of his skin, the vibrant red of his hair. 
He just seemed too pretty to be human. 
Pretty as in his looks, yes, Jimin was ethereal. His beauty made poets weep, spending ages to describe it and you, yourself, often realized your eyes would stare at him in astonishment. He was simply too physically stunning to be human. 
But you also meant pretty as in his personality, his soul. Jimin was kind, gentle, poised to perfection. He was sophisticated and polite, practically screamed a high level of class that you couldn’t quite pin accurately. 
Though whatever it was, you knew Jimin was a good person, a pretty person. 
And you’ll be damned if you don’t find out what’s really going on with him. 
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The first time you saw Jimin’s mermaid tail, was a few months later when he was in desperate need of taking a shower and had to use the one in your apartment.
Your party animal tendencies had found you both at a snazzy bar, insisting you show Jimin that this place in fact, had the best DJ to ever exist. You’d gotten him on the dance floor, pranced around, probed and poked the stilled man until he began moving with you to the song’s swanky beat. 
Memories of nearly snorting alcohol out your noise resurface, recalling how buzzed and elated you were intriguingly watching Jimin overcome his usually shier demeanour. Jimin was similar, chuckling at how immersed you appeared in this one song until he was interrupted by a stranger suddenly ramming into him, and spilling their liquor all over his shirt. 
Profuse apologies and one embarrassed server later, you offered your place to Jimin for some cleaning up, and had now found yourselves here.
You didn’t mind at all, to be quite honest, you felt terribly sorry for him once contemplating he was only at the bar on the dance floor because of you.
Nonetheless, taking a shower in your bathroom was only meant to be something Jimin does alone, and so you would have no reason to really be going in the bathroom, right?
Except, Jimin oh so intelligently forgot his towel out in your main area, blowing a raspberry at the man’s absentmindedness and quickly opening the bathroom door to hang the towel inside. 
You expected to see fog and moisture riddling the mirror, except what you saw instead, was a Jimin laying in your tub; arms scrambling, face horrified and with his entire mermaid tail out and flapping about. Those pretty green and teal scales trickled down his abdomen and swept seamlessly into his gorgeous tail, reflecting beautiful, colourful light that nearly refracted inside the entire bathroom. 
Ogling was not what you should’ve been doing however, because Jimin’s near anxiety attack should’ve been your priority. His eyes were seconds from rolling out of their sockets, his tail was frantically wiggling about as he desperately attempted to cover himself with the shower curtain. 
“Y-Y/N.. I can explain..” 
“I knew it!” You triumphantly yelled, Jimin’s features contorting into preposterous concern. 
“Jimin, did you think I was that stupid?” You questioned rhetorically, crossing your arms. “How could I forget our first encounter of me seeing you nearly naked and swimming off into the ocean? I knew you weren’t human!” 
Jimin’s puppy eyes blink, then a second, a third and fourth time, trying to adjust himself to this wondrous turn of events. “And.. you’re not freaking out?” 
“Well, I never contemplated mermaids being real but knowing that they are is more cool than scary to be honest.” You relayed to him supportively, suddenly kneeling on the ground and grappling onto the edge of the tub, staring into his startled eyes with child-like wonderment. 
“Oh my God, does your tail have a touch sensation? Is it heavy? How do you transform? Is that why you avoid water when you’re above the shore?” 
Jimin had to immediately stop you. “Wait, wait, hold on hold on.” He gestured his index finger to your lips to hush you, his tail relaxing in the tub and he looked at you with those pretty eyes, his lips pursed into an acquiescing smile. 
“It does have sensation, it’s not as heavy as it appears. I transform of my own volition, though it takes practice and sometimes being submerged in water for too long can trigger reversion. And yes, that’s why I avoid water. I don't have the best grasp on transforming yet.” 
Your lips fell into an ‘o’ regarding all the information, so intrigued by all the brand new sights before you, let alone how difficult it was to pry your eyes away from his shimmering tail.
“Your tail.. it’s so pretty.” You whispered, hand coming out to touch and feel at the scales. They felt coated with a sort of oozy slick, though it was subtle and you could feel the outline of each scale. The colour was practically double-shaded with greens and blues, aquas and teals, and it almost emitted its own brilliance. Small specks of scales also lined up to Jimin’s stomach, and now recognizing the flawlessly milky and smooth feel of Jimin’s skin originates from being a mermaid.
Your attention fell to the sparkling, gold bangles that decorated his biceps, a question popping up in your marveling mind. 
“Is this part of your transformation?” 
“Mm,” Jimin nods, calling to his left arm as he adjusts the piece of jewelry. “It’s to indicate that I’m the Prince.”  
Now it was your turn for your eyes to bug out, curiosity having killed the cat but surely, not you yet. “You’re a Prince?!” 
Jimin nods again, resting back in the tub as his arms splay out over the edges, and he appears to you as the most delectable man on Earth. 
Well, merman, to be exact.
“All mermaids part of this sea are subjects of a kingdom. My mother’s the queen, and I’m the Prince.” 
You could not believe this information right now, mind a mess as grand as the sea trying to fathom it. “Holy shit.. I’ve been going out with a mermaid Prince this entire time?!” 
Jimin titled his head with confusion, knitting his brows together. “Going out? Isn’t that what humans do when they’re in love?” 
You understand the miscommunication there and immediately fumble. “Oh, no, no, that’s not what I meant. I meant that we’ve been, you know, hanging out together so casually when you’re.. you’re from a completely different world.” You marveled as the almost majestic fact sank in. Jimin truly was a merman, a creature of the sea and royalty at that. 
You must be fucking dreaming. 
“Are you.. even real?” You mused, jutting out your hand to delicately brush your thumb across his cheek, flitting over all his beautiful features with mesmerized eyes. 
Jimin smiles just the slightest bit, the little curve of his mouth endearing as he drapes his own hand above yours, squeezing it meaningfully. He then leans over a little, bringing his lips just before your own, and you grant yourself the opportunity to indulge in the sensation. You feel a rush of energy, anticipating his lips on yours before he detours and presses a kiss to your cheek instead, pulling back to gaze at your stunned eyes. 
“Does that show you I’m real?” 
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“How do mermaids have sex?” 
“For the last time Y/N, I’m not telling you that.” 
You had now spent the last half an hour bothering Jimin with questions all about mermaids; where he lives, his lifestyle, how in God’s name does he even jack off? 
“But I wanna know,” you whined to him, tugging on his arm as he finally earned the opportunity to put his shirt on. “Please tell me, Jimin.” 
“Why are you even so curious?” 
“I just am! How do mermaids do it? Is it like how whales have sex? Do mermaids even have genitals?” Jimin face-palmed himself as he listened to you, shaking his head in disappointment. 
“You really never change, do you?” 
“Only for the best.” You beamed at him with a toothy smile and flower pose, hoping to win him over. But Jimin only removed your hold and took a seat on your couch, putting his shoes back on. 
A question suddenly came to you while watching him. “How do you even know how to do that?” 
“Do what?” 
“Your shoes.. how do you know how to tie them?” Jimin peered up at you in confusion. You realized your question had no context, fixing it. 
“I meant as in, you’re a mermaid. So how do you know how to do human things like tie your shoelaces.. Or even have social etiquette?” 
Jimin smirked as he continued tying his shoe, almost letting a scoff spill out. “It’s one of my duties as prince to surface the shore and observe the humans here every now and then. It’s just to ensure nobody poses a threat to our kingdom.” Jimin elaborated for you, tying the last of his knot.
“Mermaids usually hate humans, which is why we’re so cautious of them and my job was to always scout them. But while doing that, I learned that humans aren’t necessarily.. that bad.” 
“Really?” You raised a questionable brow. 
“Yes. I mean, you make mistakes and can be pretty ruthless. But I found humans to just be.. trying their best, I guess. I like humans.” 
You’re impressed by his take on humans, still having a million questions floating around in your head. “What do you like about humans? I find them to be sucky.” 
Jimin finished with his laces and looked at you properly then, leaning back into your couch as his arm came up to rest against it. He wets his lip as he seems to contemplate the answer, looking off to the side as he opens his mouth. 
“Humans are just so.. free. “ Jimin explained. “They get to have fun.. do whatever they love. They chase their dreams, they fall and they get back up, they live in the pursuit of whatever drives them, and love so ardently. There’s beauty in what humans do. And I… enjoy seeing that beauty.” 
You’re blown away by Jimin’s point of view, wanting to open your mouth to find a counter, though you couldn’t fit it in yourself to really argue with him. He was right to a degree, humans just have something about them that makes them so imperfectly.. human. 
“I see your point,” you say, locked in a gaze with him that suddenly seemed to stretch into an eternity. Jimin rises from his seat, still holding your look as his hands hesitate, though he places them against your arms, holding you. 
“I hope it’s not an issue,” is all he asks, eyes revealing hurt, a hint of sadness, maybe even shame. “You know.. about us hanging out while I’m..”
You realize he’s asking for your opinion on him being a mermaid, and you reply with the utmost sincere response you could muster. 
“Never.” You uttered, sending him a reassuring smile. Jimin relaxed at that, and he gave you a tight-lipped curve of his pretty lips before he let you go, clearing his throat. 
“, I have to go.” 
You understand him and move out of his way to let him, opening the door for him as he waves you a goodbye and a mention of his strict mother needing him home, or else he would’ve stayed. You brushed him off, saying you understood it was important, and that he could grace you with his company later. 
Jimin was just out of the door frame before you abruptly stopped him, pulling him back by his shirt. 
“Jimin, wait.” 
He subsequently turned around, eyes slightly wide with questions as he searched yours. You didn’t say anything though, merely wrapped your arms around Jimin’s torso and hugged him as tightly as you could, as meaningfully as you could. You immediately breathed in the scent of his cologne, almost ironic he chose a scent that was as crisp as the ocean. 
You felt Jimin hesitate around you before his palms fell against your back, hugging you as well. 
“Come back, Jimin.” you breathed into his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beat. “Come back to me soon.” 
Jimin softened at the sound of your genuine request, rubbing your back soothingly as his chin plopped down against the crown of your head. You enjoyed this blissful moment of peace with him, having noticed as much as you wouldn’t want to admit it, you’d grown attached to Jimin. 
He was someone to look forward to, someone new and someone to experience a whole life with. You were afraid of what him being a mermaid would mean for the future, knowing there are complications there you wouldn’t dare iterate for the sake of your sanity. 
So in that moment, you didn’t let it bother you and simply didn’t let Jimin go, allowing him to hold your smaller figure in his arms as he gently caressed you. And he, too, seemed adamant on not letting go yet either. 
“I will, Y/N,” he said, lips pressed to your hair but not exactly kissing. “I’ll come back, I promise.” 
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Three knocks to your door have you curiously tilting your head the next day, noting the early time in the morning. You roll your eyes contemplating it could be your father pestering you about throwing out the trash incorrectly last night. Freshly ready for the day, to meander to the front door and carefully open it, having prepared a long and practiced speech of denial for your father but instead, your eyes are welcomed by stunning red hair. 
“Hey, beautiful.” 
“Jimin!” You disregard all sense of personal space and throw yourself onto Jimin, arms winding around his neck for a tight hug. 
He laughs happily as he in return, smothers you back with a hug. You both separate and don’t let a second pass without all your millions of questions. 
“How.. why did.. how are you here so early in the morning?” 
“Parents out visiting a neighbouring kingdom, told my siblings I’m out for princely duties of greeting people.” He brushes everything off with a nonchalant shrug and while you worry for him, your lips pout appreciatively, knowing what he risks just to see you. 
“Thank you, Jimin.” 
“You don’t have to say thank you, beautiful.”   
You become excited seeing as you both have the whole day to yourselves, giddy with joy as your scatter-brain ponders all the possibilities. 
“Oh my God, why don’t we finally watch that show I keep telling you about?” 
“What, the one called meet.. met.. something about a mother?” 
“How I Met Your Mother!” 
Jimin watched you step around wholesomely, clearly unable to keep all your happiness within just your body and he had to laugh. You immediately dove for the couch and your remote, already switching on your TV and scrounging around netflix for the sitcom. 
“Come come!” You beckoned Jimin over by patting the seat next you, Jimin finding you too cute to resist. 
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“Okay, that’s weird. Why does she want a blue french horn?” 
“Because it’s funny, Jimin!” You continue to argue on the logistics and reality of the show, your petty debates consisting of Jimin finding humans very strange and you righteously defending them (and the show, more so). 
“What’s this thing about a signal?” Jimin questioned as you gestured towards the scene of Barney criticising Ted for missing Robin’s ‘signal’. 
“The signal means Ted’s signal to kiss Robin. Usually on dates like this there’s a moment where someone can totally go in for the kiss.” You explained as simply as you could for your merman friend, who’s fairly new to this level of human social cues. 
“So you’re telling me he had to almost.. read Robin in order to determine if he should kiss her or not?” 
“Well, duh. How would we have expected to go any further if he didn’t kiss her?” 
Jimin laughs here, but it’s almost like a harmless scoff at the characters. “So they’re all mad at Ted for not being able to kiss her when he should’ve?” 
“Yeah, how else would he end up having sex with her?” You practically exasperated as you passionately argued with him. 
“How does kissing just lead into sex like that? I don’t get it.” You watch Jimin appear almost differential to the approach, his arms crossed and his lips contorted with confusion. 
“Ugh, I forgot. You royal merfolk are used to courting and arranged marriages probably, huh?” 
Jimin shrinks into his seat a little as his eyes evade you, viewing him clearly appear caught red-handed. 
You scoff looking at him being too cute for his own good. You jerked your brows once an idea came to your mind. You reach over for the remote and pause the show, placing it back as Jimin unfolds his arms. 
“Why did you-” 
You don’t let him complete his question once your hands slide over Jimin’s chest, a gleam of lust in your eyes as you invade his space and boldly swing a leg over his thighs, settling into his lap. 
You watch his shocked eyes search yours, hands hesitating around your figure. 
“It’s not hard for a kiss to turn into more, Jimin.” You clasp onto the collar of his shirt, feeling your crotch light up as your short-clad core presses into his jeans. You bite your lip peering at him, tilting your head aniticpatingly, and slowly feel his heart pick up its speed. 
Jimin fights to answer you, but never amounts to anything worthy of saying. He simply watch your in awe, his breath stolen from him encountering a woman who so boldly approaches him. 
So boldly owns him. 
“Shh.” You whisper against his lips, rubbing your hands over his chest to ease him. “Let me show you.” 
Before he can open his mouth, you caress his with your own in a teasing manner. You breath purposefully against him and Jimin can practically taste the mint of your mouthwash, swallowing when he struggles to place his hands. 
“On my hips, Jimin.” You instruct him with a sultry coo, and Jimin’s breath hitches at the mere tone of your voice. His pretty hands wrap around your hips then, licking his lips as he juts forward for your kiss, and finally connects your lips. You mouth at each other slowly, tenderly as you simply relish in the shape and plump softness of his lips, having always adored their beautiful allure. 
He lets a little noise of satisfaction once your fingers lip into his red, fiery hair, opening up your mouth ravage him. You bite at his bottom lip because it’s simply too addicting, and soon, Jimin’s hands build a natural momentum of rocking you over his crotch, feeding into the motion. 
“Jimin..” You whisper a needy moan, and it seems to drive Jimin absolutely crazy. He moans pleasurably in response and goes on to grab at your hips a little more, adding more motion, more power to his kiss as your tongue swipes his bottom lip. 
You break away only to advise him, show him just like you said you would. “If we wanted things.. To be like in the show..” You’re moaning out in the middle, Jimin’s hands sliding up and down your sides in almost teasing circles. 
Your lips hover over him, breaths spilling into his mouth. 
“You’d start kissing my neck.” 
Jimin looks at you for only a moment, as if he’s requesting some sort of permission and you immediately grant it to him with the slightest of nods. Jimin doesn’t waste time and presses his luscious lips to your neck, for a small, sweet kiss. Then, he kisses another time, and another, and another, until he completely latches his mouth on and intakes your neck between his lips. 
He mouths unhurriedly and sensually, feeding into the way you moan and crane your neck for more. Your hands are grabbing at his hair as you feel arousal trickle down into your core, biting your lip to keep yourself from mewling too lewdly. 
“What’s next?” Jimin almost breathlessly asks, his hands grasping hold of your squirmy frame. 
“You’d.. you’d start kissing down my chest and..” Fuck, how is he so good at this? You’re certain by the nature of his lifestyle Jimin’s new to this stuff and yet, the way he sucks on your neck and is most likely leaving marks behind? 
You were royally fucked. 
“And what, beautiful? Having a hard time speaking?” 
You scoff at his chiding and light-heartedly smack his shoulder, humming in approval when he presses his lips to the column of your throat. 
“You’d start taking off my shirt.” 
You feel him smirk against you, his hands previously cradling your waist not ever so slowly travelling down for the ends of your shirt. You moan particularly loud when he sucks into your skin, grabbing hold of his tighter as you manage the arousal he sends through you. 
He slowly, but surely begins hiking up your shirt, feeling his fingertips touch your bare skin and its as though you’re a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Something clicks inside you, needing him everywhere, on you, inside you. 
You grow more needy, buckling down your knees to press your body further into his until you accidentally press down onto the remote you’d chucked, playing the show and the sudden dialogue stunning you two apart. 
You gasp along with Jimin, scared out of your wits. Hand pressed to your heart, your shocked eyes find Jimin’s and you both break into hearty fits of laughter. Jimin contends that he gets the point, and you suggest you both return to the show for the rest of his lesson. 
You both didn’t really talk about what happened for the rest of the day. 
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“You have to touch her clit, you can’t just be ramming yourself in there and hoping it’ll do something!” Jimin snorted on his nachos as he sat listening to you in the passenger seat of your car. 
“You’re telling me human men are given this one task on Earth, and they can’t even do it right?” 
“You wouldn’t believe it,” you exasperated, rolling your eyes as Jimin pursed his lips with disbelief. “A lot of men don’t really know how to satisfy a woman.” 
“But that’s just so sad.. and all women have to deal with this?”  Jimin genuinely appears concerned for the female human population. 
“Yup, you just have to pray a guy knows when he’s doing before going in and hope for the best.” 
Jimin clicks his tongue disapprovingly as he lands a supportive hand on your shoulder, comforting you. “Live long and prosper, Y/N.” 
“I show you Star Trek once!” 
Your car’s welcomed by the sound of your laughter, chortling together like high school friends. Jimin falls to a silence as he merely gazes at your side profile, your eyes busy picking at your nachos. 
“What satisfies a woman then?” 
“Huh?” A nacho’s half stuffed in your mouth as you regard him. 
He chuckles a little at the sight. “What’s the key to satisfying a woman? It would be best to ask a woman, no?” 
You look at him wide-eyed, swallowing once you contemplate Jimin means business, and isn’t just fucking around. The way he stares at you however, leaned back all lax with his thick thighs spread out over the car seat, you could’ve climbed over his lap this isn’t. 
Too bad the nachos are obstructing your path. 
You begin a run-down of exactly what a woman needs, erogenous zones, g-spot basics, secrets about what really gets a lady going. You silently forget to mention sometimes that what you’re generally saying really only applies to you. 
“Breasts, oh my God, breasts are important.” You emphasized. “You have to lick, touch, fondle, whatever you can. Nipples are such a sensitive part of a woman’s body.” 
“A woman’s body? Or just yours?” 
You shoot Jimin a narrow-eyed look with pursed lips, smacking his arm as a poor defense mechanism. “Shut up.” 
Jimin lets out that pretty laugh of his again, snickering with you happily. Or at least it was like that, until Jimin suddenly straightened up and his face turned pale within seconds. His features were riddles with fear, panic evident in his eyes as your system overrides with concern. 
“Jimin? Are you..?” 
“I have to go, I’m sorry.” 
You attempt to babble out a response, pulling at his jacket. “Jimin, wait-are you okay?” 
“I can’t-just, let me go. I have to go!” 
And Jimin disappeared like a cloud of smoke, slipping out of your hands faster than you could breathe
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Two weeks have gone by, and Jimin was nowhere to be found. 
You didn’t think someone’s absence could suddenly make you feel so.. empty. The void in your brain was just too unbearable, not just from the sake of missing Jimin as a person, but worrying for his well being too.
After learning about Jimin’s real identity as a mermaid, a lot of things finally began to make sense. The strict times in which he came and left, the inconsistency, the reason why he always submerged from a certain point in the sea. He was a Prince, royalty, and had duties he needed to be tending to in such a highly coveted position. 
And after hearing how uptight his mother is? You were genuinely concerned for what awful things Jimin could’ve been putting up with just to see you more recently. Not to mention how much mermaids are meant to hate humans, so much so that they’re specifically scouted out and yet, Jimin held the differential opinion of actually liking humans. 
You feared for him, contemplating what if Jimin is the only mermaid who likes humans. Does that make him starkly different from everyone else? Do others know? Can he let others know? Will he be ostracized and penalized? Worse, could he be kicked out of his kingdom? Left as a lonesome creature without a place to call home? 
Your mind swarmed with these thoughts as you sat above your jeep’s car hood, having driven out to your city’s sign that overlooks the far, scenic views of your town. The wind was always calming up here, the grassy hills and night sky reminding you of how insignificant humans really are, just specks in the grand scheme of the universe. 
You clutched your knees to your chest as you sulked all alone, wondering when your life reached this point. 
Maybe it’s the idea of something new, something riveting and unlike anything else you’ve experienced in before. You’ve always found humans to be fickle and lacking common sense, dawning your dislike for them as a whole. 
You only liked a select few humans, but Jimin wasn’t human. 
Jimin was different. He was a breath of fresh air, like wearing a new piece of clothing after wearing the same old crap in your closet, the pretty wave of a lunar tide, a new phase of the moon. He was everything you wanted to know and more, letting out a deep sigh contemplating where he is, what he’s doing. 
Is he even okay? 
“I hope you’re okay,” you muttered to yourself as you uselessly held up your hand to the sky, grabbing at a few stars as though you could capture their light. 
“I’m okay so long as I’m with you.” 
You immediately shoot up on your car’s hood, stunned eyes snapping to a red-haired, angel-smiled man with those shimmering puppy eyes. Your mouth fell upon attempting to construct a sentence, wondering far too many different things. 
“J-Jimin.. how are you even..?” 
“I knew I’d find you here.” He simply says, smiling wide as he climbs onto your Jeep and you allocate room for him, letting him join you on the hood. 
“You like looking at things from a high point of view.” 
You’re stunned he was actually correct, hugging your knees to your chest again as you stare at him in wonderment. 
It’s as though every period of time you spend away from him, he comes back looking even more beautiful. This time he’s in light blue ripped jeans and a simple black tee, catching the view of his biceps that naturally have golden trails of where his Princely bangles should be. 
His eyes then turn to you, requesting something and you need him to repeat it. “Pardon?” 
“I got that right, didn’t I?” 
You let out a little laugh, nodding to him. “Yeah, spot on.” 
You both fall into a silence then, Jimin leaning back on his palms as he swings his legs off the edge of the car, watching the stars sparkle in the night sky. His face is graced with a content smile, watching the way his eyes glisten with admiration as he soaks in his surroundings. 
He looks completely happy here. 
“Are you.. okay?” You suddenly ask, curiosity eventually killing your inner cat. “With everything at home, I mean.. you were gone for a long time.” 
Jimin merely wets his lips as he stares off into the distance, watching the gears shift in his head as he fixes his posture. “Not much happened.” 
“It doesn’t seem like that.” 
Jimin looks at you with playfully narrowed eyes, leaning in closer. “When did you start to get so good at reading me?” 
You shrug, light-heartedly joking. “I’m a genius, Jimin. I thought you already knew this?” 
“Liar, you didn’t know I was a mermaid.” 
“Actually, I totally knew,” you decided to spill the beans, watching his eyes pop open in shock. 
“You what?” 
“I knew, Jimin. You really think I’d forget those times in the beginning when I saw you naked and walking along the shore? I literally said ‘mermaid’ and you freaked out. Way to be obvious.” 
“Just like you and your cousin Taehyung when I walked into your dad’s shack for the first time?” 
You immediately feel warm with embarrassment, avoiding his eyes as you look off to the side. “We weren’t obvious, shut up.” 
Jimin’s chest rumbles with a laugh, and you enjoy the pretty sound for as long as it lasts. You’re so busy watching the town below you that you don’t notice the way Jimin looks at you, a smile finding his lips as he gazes contently. 
“Why do you like looking at things from high places?” 
You snap your oblivious vision to him. “Hm?” 
“You like watching things from high places.. why?” 
You purse your lips as your sight falls to the lights of that one diner you adore, the neon sign of your roller skating rink you have too many memories at, and finally, your dad’s lighthouse. 
“I’m not exactly sure, honestly. I think I just love knowing that humans are so… small.” 
Jimin giggles a little. “Small?” 
You realize it doesn’t make sense, joining his laughter and elaborating. “What I mean is that… the world is massive, you know? And humans are just this small, small existence on Earth. I think realizing how small and ultimately insignificant humans are.. it grants us a sense of freedom.” 
“You think so? It’s not scary?” Jimin’s gladly immersed in your thoughts. 
“I guess it’s scary, but it also reminds us that there’s so much more to life than what you know. Love, emotions, bad days, they’re all things that aren’t as big as they seem in the grand scheme of things.” 
“Love…” Jimin reiterates. “Doesn’t it have the capacity to be something big, though?” 
You scoff playfully. “Love is just a human emotion. And it’s only big between the two people in the relationship, not as grand as the universe.” 
“Do you believe in love?” 
You’re suddenly stunned by Jimin’s meaningful question, your eyes flitting to him and finding them swimming with genuine curiosity. This isn’t to make fun of you or tease you, Jimin communicates wanting to know somebody better, so you grant him a response as seriously as you can. 
“I do… love is just,” you sigh, eyes falling to the town again. “Love is only worth it if you know someone feels the same way about you. It’s a waste of time otherwise.” 
Jimin falls silent with a comprehensive nod, sitting up straighter as he still swings his legs off the car, occasionally jutting out to toe at your shoes with his. 
“How do you know… if someone feels the same way about you?” 
Your attention switches to him as he quietly muses, pinching your brows together. “What do you mean?” 
“I mean, how are you supposed to tell if someone’s in love with you too? Don’t you have to ask or.. do something embarrassing?” 
You chuckle a little at his innocence, lips falling into a pout. “Jimin, you’re adorable.” 
“What? I mean it! Isn’t asking almost.. mortifying? What if the other person says no?” 
“That’s the beauty of being human, Jimin.” You explain, not having realized he’s much closer to you now, his face inches from yours. “You never know, and you’ll continue to never know unless you take the leap.” 
“But isn’t taking the leap scary?” Jimin genuinely looks terrified. 
“It’s probably one of the scariest things humans have to do, yeah. But they do it because they need to, Jimin. Even if you get rejected, you accept it, move on, and find someone that does feel the same way about you.” 
Jimin appears as though you just explained Quantum Physics, those pretty puppy eyes of his big and wide. His vision suddenly falls to the grass before him, his plump lips in a little pout as he seemingly contemplates something. 
“How do I find out if you feel the same way about me?” 
You blink, multiple times just to ensure you weren’t hallucinating. “Pardon?” 
“What am I supposed to do to find out?” 
You realize while looking at Jimin’s face that he’s asking you a serious question, and you muster the courage to simply accept the content of his question and answer honestly. 
“Well, sometimes you just blatantly ask. But sometimes people do things like maybe hold their hand and see if they reciprocate. Some people try hugs, being close with somebody. Or a lot of the time people kiss to see if they feel the same way.. just like we watched in that show together.” 
Jimin makes a noise of understanding as he nods, bringing his pointer finger to his lips as he thinks. “So I just have to kiss you and see?” 
Your heart clogs up into your throat as you cough a little, confirming for him. “Y-yeah, basically.” 
Suddenly you’re way too embarrassed to even look him in the eye, focusing instead on the grass, the greenery, the goddamn old, ugly ass city sign just to distract yourself. You can feel the palpable tension now between your bodies having noticed the way you and Jimin naturally wiggle closer to each other. 
You’re so busy focusing on everything else you’re caught by surprise when Jimin’s hand delicately holds your cheek, turning your attention towards him. Your wide eyes watch him in anticipation, biting on your lip in the slightest and watching the way Jimin’s eyes spark with excitement at the image. 
He very, very slowly inches towards you, holding his lips just before yours as he remains patient. He seems to watch your features closely in order to gauge the permission he has to kiss you. You’re endeared by the soft look of his eyes, thinking you’ve never met someone who’s shown this much concern for you. 
You close your eyes and jut yourself a little forward, nudging his lips with yours and you feel Jimin smile. He presses his mouth to yours and you immediately feel electricity spark within you. His lips feel like the soft touch of plush, sensing him kissing you in slow movements as he holds your cheek. 
You want more, so much more because the feeling of Jimin is magic you’ve never felt before. You open up your mouth to catch more of his, lightly nibbling as his bottom lip because God, is it just so soft. Jimin feels you wanting more and places his other hand against your face, holding you in place as he kisses you sweetly. 
Your tongue swipes across his bottom lip with amusement, poking at his mouth until Jimin opens up just for you, invading him with a plentiful kiss as your insides twist with arousal. 
Suddenly a rush of energy shoots through you, propping yourself up on your knees and hating the side angle you’ve both adopted. You slowly hook a leg over Jimin’s thighs and hear him make a noise of surprise, soon transforming into a moan as you settle over his lap. 
Straddling him immediately drives your high, hands falling to his shoulders as Jimin’s slide down your body and cradles your waist, holding you delicately as he moves his mouth with yours in a rhythm of desire. 
You both break away only to catch your breath, your vision fixated on your hips sitting over his crotch, your thumbs soothing his neck softly as Jimin looked at you, trying to find your eyes. 
He places the back of his pointer finger under your chin, beckoning your eyes to meet his. You tentatively do, Jimin’s irises swimming with something you couldn’t quite make out, though they were for sure a soft, tender colour. 
“Does that mean you feel the same way?” 
Jimin’s features are painted over with such a vulnerable, anticipating look, you couldn’t help but love that he’s doing something so human just for you. Your hands fall to Jimin’s strong chest, feeling his heart beat wildly as he awaits your answer. 
You can’t muster a verbal response, however, and simply capture him in a much, much more heated kiss. Jimin’s nearly sent backwards as desire drives your mind haywire, mouthing at Jimin as you clutch onto his t-shirt. Jimin hesitates, not knowing exactly what to do until you grab his hands and place them on your hips, letting him grab at them as you mouth at him delectably. You slide his hands down to your ass and encourage him to squeeze, which he does with those pretty hands of his and you moan into his mouth. 
Suddenly you’re full-on making out with Jimin, feeling your guts flood with arousal as your crotch ruts against his in slow movements, Jimin happily moaning into your mouth as you hum with approval. A hand of his slinks into your hair as he lightly tugs at your tresses, shifting you closer to him by your waist and pressing you all up in his personal space. 
You can feel the heat rising, the temperature hot despite the cool night air outside, and all you can think about is kissing Jimin, feeling him, touching him, having him all to yourself. You’ve felt it the entire time you’ve known the ridiculously gorgeous man, and it’s safe to say you’re falling for more than just his looks. 
Suddenly the thought of him reminds you Jimin isn’t someone easy to have, however. He’s truly not just a ridiculously gorgeous man, but he’s a mermaid, the prince of a kingdom that has priorities far more important than meeting a measly human like you above the shore. 
You break away from him then, catching your breath as reality hits you hard. Everything you wanted to ignore before suddenly rushes into your now logically thinking mind. This doesn’t make sense, none of it does. As much as you want Jimin, you can’t have him. He’s from a completely different world that does not mesh with yours, worse, loathes yours. 
The way he even avoided telling you the reason of his two week absence should’ve clued you in on the fact that Jimin comes here against his mother’s wishes. He’s not supposed to be here, he’s not supposed to be with you even if he wants to, because it’s not in his power to simply neglect his dutiful and demanding life. 
You immediately climb off Jimin then, fixing your clothes as he sits up and questions you with immense concern. 
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” 
You give him a look as if he should already know what’s wrong, smoothing over your hair and ensuring your lip gloss didn’t taint your skin (even though much of it should be on Jimin now). 
“Y/N, talk to me. Should I have not kissed you-” 
“No, Jimin, it’s not that.” You shut him down, hand gesturing your point. “You shouldn’t be here, should you? What did you even have to do to sneak past your mother and come here?” 
Jimin looks like he’s caught red-handed then, opening his mouth to speak but fails to provide a sentence. 
“See, I knew it. When I said our worlds are different Jimin, I meant it. It’s not hard to figure out that you shouldn’t be here above the shore, let alone above the shore just to see me.” 
“But I like seeing you, Y/N. It’s been the best part of any time I’ve spent above the shore.” 
“But are you allowed to surface the shore to see me?” You question with reason, and Jimin sighs as he struggles to find a response. 
“Exactly, Jimin. You’re not supposed to be seeing me. And I may not know exactly what’s happening back home but I can tell that you’re very obviously leaving when you shouldn’t be.” Your eyes gloss over thinking you were stupid, how could you be growing an attachment to someone you very obviously know you can’t have? It shouldn’t hurt to say any of this, but why does it feel like your heart’s beating too fast and your chest is constricting? 
“We’re not supposed to be together, Jimin. I’m a human, and you’re a mermaid…” 
“And is that the problem?” Jimin immediately sounds offended. “Do you have a problem with me not being human?” 
Your eyes immediately soften with apology. “No, Jimin, I don’t mean it like that. I just mean that mermaids are supposed to hate humans, and I don’t think I’m any good for you.” 
“And how are you the judge of that, Y/N? You don’t know how I feel at all-”
“Just go back, Jimin!” You suddenly screeched, too tired to even explain the severity of all this. “Just go back.. you’re probably needed back home and you can’t just be here kissing me.” 
You can see from the corner of your eye Jimin’s jaw locked as he swallows, sensing the hurt you caused him but feeling too weak to even muster an apology. Jimin merely nods with pursed lips, hopping off your jeep. 
“Yeah, I should.” He says assertively, swallowing down your emotion as you clutch your folded arms over your chest. 
“I’ll.. drive you back to the shore.” You say as you make quick steps towards the driver’s seat, igniting the engine as Jimin climbs into the other side, getting in without protest. 
You both didn’t exchange a word the entire ride. 
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Jimin didn’t come back for a month. 
You would’ve granted yourself the opportunity to sulk over it, but you couldn’t exactly do that when all of this was your fault, right? 
The rain slams against your window tonight. The forecast shows a tropical storm passing over your region. The waves crash and remain unsteady, hating that your mind so easily drifted towards how Jimin could be. 
Is he okay? Does the sea become restless when it storms like this? Do the waters get dangerous? 
You sigh as you clutch your shawl over yourself, curling up on your couch as you binge a show on Netflix. Jasmine tea in hand, you blow it cool until your doorbell suddenly rings, eyebrows knitting together in acute confusion. 
Who would be visiting during such a terrible storm like this? 
Your tea cup meets the surface of your coffee table, wrapping your shawl around you tighter as you approach your door. You peer through the peephole and immediately gasp as your palm drapes your mouth. 
Blinking a few times to ensure you’re awake and this isn’t a dream, your heart rate picks up speed as you attempt to not panic. You compose yourself with a breath, clutching the handle and opening the door carefully. 
Your voice is tentative when you speak. “Jimin?” 
You find the same man that’s been occupying your thoughts suddenly just before you, completely drenched and soaking wet as he terribly shivered. 
“Why are you here?” 
“I couldn’t think of anywhere else.” 
You felt guilt overcome you as you watch him snivel and look panicked, droplets of the rain coating his soaked locks. He looks elsewhere, awkward and out of place. You sigh before stepping aside, ushering him in. 
“Get in, my God. You must be freezing.”
He rapidly nods and paddles in, seeing that he’s in fact completely soaked, and he must’ve been not only caught in the rain, but having been wandering around for a while. He’s erratic and all over the place, looking as though he’s a second from crying but also having an anxiety attack. You immediately bolt to nab him a big, warm towel, wrapping it around him as you carefully dry his hair. 
“What happened, Jimin? Did you get caught in the storm?” 
“I got kicked out.” He voices as though his throat is clogged up, cuddling himself with the towel.
“You what?” 
“My mother… she banished me from the kingdom and won’t allow me to return.” 
Your eyes widen, an abundance of concern washing over you. You watch him genuinely hurt, as though he’s been dragged through the mud and your heart immediately breaks for him. He seems scared and distressed, intaking shallow breaths as his fearful eyes finally find yours. 
“I have nowhere to go, Y/N. No matter what I do, she won’t take me back… she just won’t.” 
His voice wavers, as though his chest is tightening up and his face looks so tortured. You let him continue as you remove his shoes and dry his feet against your mat, placing your warm slippers on him.
“I didn’t want to tell you this to make you feel bad, but she’s a stickler for royal duties and the kingdom. She used to consider me the perfect son. She used to love me so much and we were fine but.. but she told me now she doesn’t even recognize me and she-” 
Jimin has to stop, his breathing becoming uneven and you have to hold onto his shoulders, searching for his eyes. “Hey, Jimin, breathe, okay? Tell me slowly.”
Jimin follows your slow breaths, sniffling as he presses the towel to his neck and dries himself. “She banished me from the kingdom for neglecting my duties and won’t allow me to return until she deems it appropriate.” 
Your heart softens thinking Jimin is practically exiled for meeting you, thumbing away some of the stray strands of his ruby hair draping his forehead. You ache for him, seeing the miserable sadness in Jimin’s eyes and contemplating how much he genuinely feels heart-broken, scared, lost. 
You feel guilt building a pit in your stomach, flooding your mind with intrusive thoughts all over again. Looking at him in such a state; shivering, soaking wet, those puppy eyes peering at you so, so lost. 
You can’t help but think this is all your fault. 
You step away from Jimin then, smothering yourself in your shawl and hoping it could erase your faults, but nothing could get rid of the fact that Jimin’s only in this situation because of you. 
“I’m sorry, Jimin.” 
He creases his brows. “Why are you saying sorry?” 
“This is all my fault, isn’t it?” 
Jimin immediately works to deny you, looking hurt that you could believe such a thing. “Y/N..” 
“No, Jimin. You know this is my fault. I shouldn’t have dragged you everywhere and gotten you involved with humans so much.” 
“But why, Y/N? Did I ever say it was a bother?” 
“But it seems it is, Jimin. Look at you.” You gesture towards him, painfully scanning over his drenched clothes and cold body. “This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for me. We shouldn’t be doing this.” 
“But I want to, Y/N. There’s something about you I can’t let go of, I don’t want to.” 
“Jimin, your priorities were the kingdom and your position as Prince. I’m not important compared to all that!” 
“Yes you are, Y/N!” Jimin yelled back with conviction, arguing with you. “Yes, being a prince once meant a lot to me. But I decide myself what’s important to me now. I get to decide what I want!” 
“And what do you want, Jimin, huh? To be forever exiled from your family? Your kingdom? To lose who you truly are for some human above the shore?” 
“You’re not just some human!” 
“Then who am I?!” 
Jimin peers at you with a mix of emotions, a multitude of expressions present on his face as he searches your eyes. He gazes at you meaningfully, longingly until he suddenly charges towards you and collides his lips with yours. 
You’re immediately surprised, overwhelmed by his kiss as you push him off you, knowing how wrong this is. Jimin looks concerned, dazed, stunned as immense panic washes over him. 
“I-I’m so sorry..” He begins, but you don’t exactly let him finish. 
A lusty fire is lit inside you and you immediately grab Jimin by his collar, tugging him to you and crashing your lips onto his. He moans instantly, hands naturally cradling around your waist as he presses his body into you. Your hands snake into his wet hair as the sheer force and power of your kiss knocks Jimin’s towel off. Only your fireplace keeps you two warm. 
Your mouths move in synchronicity you didn’t know you’ve developed yet, opening up wide just for Jimin to dip his tongue into yours. He happily does so, moaning when the wet muscle invades your mouth and licks at whatever he can. He tastes you pleasurably, biting at his plump lips as he walks you both back against your coach, the back of your knees meeting the edge. 
You slowly falter backwards as Jimin joins you, only disconnecting from each other’s mouths for you to adjust yourself on the couch. Jimin bites his lip as he crawls over you, hands either side of your head as he peers down at your pretty face, his eyes a blown out, though gorgeous colour. 
His fiery red hair is only defined more by the flame of the fireplace, your hands instinctively running through the ruby locks as you gaze at him in fascination. 
“Do you really want to do this?” Jimin asks tentatively, a hand of his carefully soothing your side as he fiddles with the hem of your shirt, asking the permission he needs to proceed. 
You breathe in and out, hands holding Jimin’s cheeks, disbelieving that he is actually here. After contemplating the last time you’d seen him, you didn’t want him to go away. You’ve admittedly missed him more than you should have, and your heart races having him so near, feeling the wet warmth of his skin, being able to look into his gems of eyes. 
But most of all, you crave Jimin in ways you desperately need. You need his touch, his hands, his lips, any part of his body you’ve spent far too long daydreaming about, and now finally getting to take a bite of. 
“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. “I want this.. I want you.” 
Jimin’s eyes sparkle with something indistinguishable, looking as though desire painted every feature of his and he immediately latches his mouth onto yours, engulfing you in his heady kiss. Your mind spins the second you feel him so zealously, craving the arousal that suddenly begins to pool your underwear. 
You squirm underneath him, Jimin detecting the movement and deciding to implement exactly the things you once told him.
Jimin begins hiking up your shirt, exposing your midriff as you arch into him. The touch of his beautiful hands against your bare skin is too good to deny. He passes your breasts and he’s left privy to your bra, allowing you to raise your arms and removing your shirt from your body. 
You breathe beautifully underneath him as his eyes soak in your figure, fingertips grazing over your skin just to feel how soft you are. 
“Fuck,” he curses, palm cupping around your waist as you shudder. 
You giggle after, hands now meeting the hem of his shirt. “Your turn.” 
Jimin cracks a smirk, reclining back on his knees as he grabs the back of his wet shirt and tugs it off himself. Your eager eyes meet his pretty, delicate body as your hands develop a mind of their own, feeling his silky smooth skin as you marvel. 
“You’re beautiful.” you whisper gently, to which Jimin smiles and holds your hand against him. 
“I could say the very same to you.” 
You let out an airy breath, so full of abundant desire for him it’s easy to tug him over your lips again, mouthing as though he’s everything you’ve ever wanted. 
Jimin returns the sentiment, tongue dipping into your mouth as his hands travel up your waist, sighing into his mouth at the feeling of his bare skin against yours. His lips begin kissing down your jaw until he reaches your neck, his fingertips dancing up your rib cage until he hovers around your breasts, seeming itchy to touch. 
He pops off your neck and breathes unevenly against your lips, asking breathlessly. “Is it okay if I touch you?” 
You giggle a little, finding his genuinely innocent, puppy-eyed look too cute to resist. “Of course, Jimin.” 
He smiles at you endearingly and returns to your neck as he begins palming at your breast, feeling them up to his desire. His hands then dip inside your bra, meeting the bare flesh of your boobs as you gasp with an arch into him, Jimin’s entire body buzzing at the reaction. 
“Holy fuck,” he curses, watching you come back down to earth in wonderment. “That was so hot.” 
You open your fucked out eyes and chuckle a little, biting at your bottom lip. 
“Never had sex with a human before, huh?” 
You laugh, though it’s a happy sound. Your hands remain on Jimin’s neck, feeling at his silky smooth skin as you gaze into his pretty eyes. 
“My chest is really sensitive.” 
“I can tell.” He laughs with you here, settling down once you shoot him a genuine look. 
“But seriously, do mermaids have sex?” 
Jimin laughs through a smile as he replies. “Yeah, we do. If you’re wondering whether or not I’m a virgin, I’m not.” 
You nod understandingly as you wrap your head around the idea of mermaid sex. Intriguing. 
“But I’ve for sure never had sex with a human, and neither have I ever been in human form during sex.” Jimin tells you what you can identify is shyness, even embarrassment, and you feel sad as you look at his puppy eyes. 
“Hey, that’s okay, Jimin. I promise I’ll be learning about your body and what you like just as much as you will with me.” You assure him, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “Here,” you begin, beckoning his hand to yours as you hold it out. “Give me your hand.” 
Jimin plops his hand in yours, managing his weight above you as you guide him to your body. You lead him to cup your breast and you feel something spark in your pussy, the sheer arousal from his touch something you couldn’t even fathom. 
Jimin’s merely fascinated by how a simple touch elicits such a reaction from you, and he naturally begins to knead at your breast the more he sees you like it. You make these noises that he’s not exactly used to hearing, and it lights up nerves inside him he could just barely control. 
“Oh my God,” he marvels, enjoying the way you gasp when he specifically touches your nipple, and he immediately picks up on something. 
“Hmm,” he contemplates, grabbing both your breasts that fit so snugly in his hands, and he brushes the pads of his thumb over your buds, immediately arching up into him when electricity courses through your veins. 
He licks his lips at the sight, trying to fight back a groan once he watches you relish in him shamelessly fondling you. You quickly unclip your bra and toss it to the side, adjusting yourself better for Jimin to play with your tits because fuck, are you a weakling for some breast play. 
Your head’s spinning by the time Jimin’s deftly handling your breasts, letting out gasps of pleasure as your underwear dampens, until you’re suddenly met with another wet sensation. Without having told Jimin a thing, he’d latched his mouth onto a nipple and you moan in sheer euphoria, the touch of his plump lips kissing and suckling at your breasts far too intoxicating. 
“Fuck,” you sigh, letting out noises of satisfaction as Jimin in pure wonder licks and sucks at your nipples, never neglecting to show them both the same attention. He pushes them both together and adores the sight and sounds of you moaning, riding up against him as your body buzzes. 
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Jimin praises as he relishes in slathering his tongue all over you, and boy did you discover one of his many kinks that night. “Can’t wait to hear more sounds from you.”
“You’ve got quite the dirty mouth for a Prince there, sir.” You jokingly address him formally as you watch him stuff his face into your boobs, and Jimin laughs against your skin. 
“It’s not my fault you’re pure sin, baby.” 
You moan harder when Jimin abandons a tit to instead trail down your body, and the left hook of the pet name he called you is already making you dizzy. The right hook is when Jimin begins fiddling with the rim of your pants, almost teasingly feeling at them. 
“These are annoying,” he breathes against your skin, goosebumps rising all over you. 
“Take em’ off then, Ariel.” 
He laughs and begins slowly kissing down your midriff, pressing those luscious lips of him all over your skin. 
“You’re okay with it?” 
“It’s you, Jimin. Of course I’m okay.” 
He smiles at that, and hooks his fingers into your waistband as he removes your pants, leaving your underwear on. Jimin watches your legs squirm as his eyes seem to shiver, so many thoughts running through his mind. 
“Shit, if you react like that when I touch your chest, how about when I..” And Jimin’s slow hand tracing your stomach suddenly dips down to your panty-clad core, hovering over your slick pussy and you immediately hiss with pleasure, hips bucking into his hand. 
“Fuck, Jimin..” 
“Jesus.. I’m so fucked.” 
Jimin reflects on how goddamn screwed he is when he realizes you’re just so sensitive. The way you keep trying to look for his hand on your cunt, he simply knows how much you need to be touched right now. 
“Jimin..” You moan, legs restless and squishing together to satiate the ache your clit pulses with. Jimin then feels around your pussy experimentally, touching you so lightly and yet, so deliciously it felt like he was evilly teasing you. 
You get so fed up by his hesitancy you take his hand yourself, and slip him into your panties. You immediately mewl when you feel his fingertips dip into your folds, sighing in relief with shut, blissed out eyes. 
Jimin seems to get the memo and on his own, removes your underwear. He gains full access as he watches you make him touch you, observing, examining, remembering exactly how you liked to be touched. He sees the way you rub him against your folds, specifically pining at this one spot that makes your entire body shudder. 
Jimin’s tired of watching you do it, and begins to press into this mysterious one spot just to see what it does to you. Lo and behold, you practically lurch up into him and open your eyes to meet his blown out ones, mesmerized by how much sheer desire shines in them. 
“You like that, don’t you?” Jimin’s voice is suddenly much lower, causing you to wet your lips as your mouth suddenly becomes dry and you lose air. You nod obediently and Jimin begins to take more control, a hand curling your hip as he falls back onto his shins, and focuses on touching your pussy to your pleasure. 
It feels like fireworks going off, losing your mind at the sheer amount of attention he provides you with, feeling at you everywhere to see you react beautifully. 
Though you don’t even earn the chance to settle in when Jimin experimentally slips a finger inside your wet, dripping pussy hole, gasping at the sudden invasion of his finger. 
“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry!” He immediately apologizes. “I just saw you dripping and I couldn’t resist.. fuck.” 
He seems too caught up in watching your pussy visibly pulse and flutter around his finger, fascinated by the image. 
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says almost breathlessly. 
“You know what else I know is fucking beautiful?” You challenge him. 
“Your cock.” You say it proudly and smugly, knowing Jimin in a family of royalty isn’t used to such lewdness. You immediately rise from laying on the couch and crash your lips against his, Jimin’s finger still inside you. 
He eventually pulls it out and before he can do anything else, you grab his hand, and pull away from his mouth. You bring Jimin's finger before his mouth, and give him a lusty look as you lick your lips and give him a small command. 
“Try tasting.” 
Jimin innocently listens to you as he wraps his mouth around his finger, suckling and immediately watching him relish in the taste of you. 
He pulls out after a while, and looks to you as he swears. “Fuck,” 
“How do I taste?” 
“Fucking good,” he stresses, eyes lighting up as he breathes unevenly. “I have to see what it’s like licking you down there.” 
You smile at his urgency and genuine liking to your taste, but gently place your pointer finger over his lips, hushing him. 
“Shh, we’ll get to that later.” 
You then crawl off the couch and situate yourself on your knees before Jimin on the floor, curling your hair behind your ears as you peer up at him with white hot lust. 
Jimin looks bewildered, scarily confused as he watches you. “Y/N, what are you doing?” 
“I’m gonna make you feel good, Jimin.” You raise a brow and send him a confident look as you shuffle closer, and hook your fingers onto the waistband of his wet pants, undoing the button and to gain a better glimpse of his bulge. 
“Fuck, you’re hard.” You moan as you relish in the shape of his confined, risen cock. Jimin clasps his palms over your wrists and stops you, looking at you with concern. 
“Y/N, baby. You don’t have to-” 
“I want to, Jimin.” You send him a genuine look of round eyes. “I wanna taste you.” 
Jimin practically groans as he loses the strength to deny you. You pull down his pants and look up to find him staring in wonder, eyes big and blown out as he soaks in this image of you on your knees.
You expose his cock then, springing against his abdomen before it stands tall before you, and you lick your lips at the delectable, glistening tip. 
“Fuck, Jimin.. So pretty.” You mean it seriously, you have never seen a cock this gorgeous until Jimin. It’s pink, red tip descending into a stunning fleshy colour, the girth and length of him just the right size to make you see spots. 
He groans once you curl a hand around him, pumping his cock generously as you watch him stutter and moan at the touch. His hand naturally snakes into your hair to pet you, leaning back into the couch as he relishes in your touch. 
“Shit, so hot when you moan, Jimin.” 
Your already treated pussy is dripping honey, it’s just so sexy seeing a man like Jimin suddenly all pliant and putty in your hands, so sensitive to your every touch he’s moaning at just your hand working magic. 
Thumb swiping over his slit, Jimin shudders before you smirk evilly to yourself and wrap your lips around his tip. He hisses with pleasure so strong he shoots up to immediately stop you, breathing erratically. 
“Y/N, no, I-” 
“Jimin, it’s okay.” 
“I swear.. I swear I won’t fucking survive if you do that.” 
It’s too fucking cute, he’s legitmately so innocent you want to treat his dick like the holy grail. He’s afraid of how much he’ll lose his mind just at you sucking him off, and you send a supportive smile while you slowly pump his cock with his pre-cum. 
“Jimin, baby. I’ll only do it a little, okay?” 
“Y/N..” He moans longingly before you’re taking his tip into your mouth, sinking down on his gorgeous cock. You moan at the heady taste of him, tongue coming out to deliciously lick at him and Jimin practically groans like an animal. 
“Oh fuck..” His entire body relaxes as his thighs flex, the fit of your lips around his cock the goddamn perfect sleeve. It’s just so wet and slippery and warm inside your mouth, his eyes are practically rolling back. “Oh, baby..” 
You moan with him inside your mouth, letting the vibrations shake up his insides and you feel him flinch with arousal. You smile around his length as you push Jimin all the way inside, letting his tip stroke the back of your throat like a happy welcome. 
You struggle around him, swallowing to manage the invasion of him and Jimin nearly doubles over, the sounds of his moans so fucking pretty,  you are growing wet just by the mellifluous noise. 
Dragging out of his cock nice and slow, you indulge in the taste and shape of him as you bring your head down on him once more. Jimin instinctively cups his hand around the back of your head and lifts his hips to stuff more of him inside you. 
You love the way he loves it, sucking a little harder as you begin a bobbing motion over his cock, listening to him enjoy himself with his head thrown back and swallowing his throaty groans. 
“Fuuuuck, the best fucking mouth, baby.” Jimin praises as you watch the sexy column of his throat bob. You move over him swiftly and wet squelches escape your throat, spitting and slobbering all over him to give him the goddamn suck of his life. 
You feel him growing harder and harder the more you suck and lick and tease, swallowing around his tip and your throat constricts around him like a glove. He’s so fucking into it, you can taste how much pre-cum leaks out of him, the flavour something sweet you’ve never tasted before. 
“Baby, Y/N, shit shit shit.” Jimin panics as you feel him fucking into your mouth, bringing you down a little harder as his eyes screw shut. “I’m not.. fuck, I won’t last like this.. Jesus.” 
You listen to the urgency in his voice, pulling out with a sloppy mess of saliva and pre-cum as you peer up at him, breathing for more air after sucking him so passionately. 
Jimin regains himself as he looks down at you, eyes fucked out and as though he just came down from cloud nine. You’re mesmerized by his beauty, something about the lust in his eyes beckoning you to him. 
You soothe his thighs as you join Jimin on the couch. Seating yourself over his lap as though you were in a trance, Jimin’s hand naturally settling around your hips. 
“Y/N..” he breathes, seeming to be caught up in your eyes too, something so magnetic it’s indescribably undeniable. Your hands lace around Jimin’s neck, feeling your wet pussy lips rub against his cock for a moment and moaning out when it feels too good. 
“Jimin..” You begin. “Need you inside.. so badly.” 
“Fuck, Y/N.. are you sure?” Jimin’s asking for the permission he always does, but is slowly grinding your hips over him in a deadly rhythm, indulging in the sensation of his fleshy shaft burrowing into your pussy folds. 
You grab Jimin’s cock between you both, beginning to pump and line him up with your entrance, tip already at your hole as you threaten to sink down on him. 
“Does this tell you enough?” 
You’re both breathless, flitting between each other’s eyes and where your bodies will indefinitely connect as Jimin supports you by your waist, licking his lips with anticipation. 
“Baby.. I swear if you-” 
Aligning just right, you sink down on Jimin’s cock without a second thought. All you feel is white hot pleasure when you feel the invasion of him inside, your wet, pulsing walls fitting him inside you like the perfect cocksleeve. You and Jimin grunt together as the feeling drives you both insane, slowly driving him inside until he bottoms out inside you. 
“Oh shit.. Oh,” Jimin shudders and groans like a madman, throwing his head back again as his fingers dig into your skin and practically bruises you.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” You curse and swear because it’s all you’ve got, moaning out with a squeal as you feel Jimin hit every fucking spot inside you so right. His cock feels heavenly when it produces this coating of abundant slick, the slippery drag of all this wetness making you groan out with ecstasy. 
“J-Jimin.. what is..?”
“It’s-it’s a merfolk thing,” Jimin gets out, breathing unevenly as he indulges in the image of your pretty body sitting on his cock like your favourite seat. “We produce it during sex and it gets really slippery-” 
“It’s perfect, it’s fucking perfect-ugh!” You gasp when Jimin even slightly moves, your wall profusely squeezing his cock as you manage the delectable shape of him inside you. It feels otherworldly, like Jimin’s got his own personal lube that feels fucking incredible. 
“Shit, you keep clenching around me.. It feels too good.” 
Your lips are just by each other as you both breathe unevenly, attempting to control your raging hormones, your lusty desire as you feel your boobs press up his beautiful chest. Jimin seems like he’s holding back almost painfully too much, his hand canvassing up your spine to hold your back, hugging you close to him as he swallows. 
“Y/N.. I wanna fuck you,” he breathes against you, the few octaves he drops enticing you beyond your imagination. “I can’t hold back.” 
“Then don’t, Jimin.” You reassure him, hand cupping his jaw as you whisper against his lips, keeping him closer than ever. 
“Fuck me.” 
Jimin carefully lifts your body off his cock, drawing you out just until his tip, until he smashes you down and fucks up into you simultaneously. Your entire body shudders and Jimin equally loses his mind, his chest rising and falling faster than even yours. 
“Oh shit.. Oh fuck.. That feels like fucking heaven.” 
“Jimin, fucking hell.. Jimin.” 
“I got you, baby. I got you..” He coos by your lips as he draws you out, and sheaths his cock inside you a second time, relishing in the way you breath moans out so beautifully against him. 
Jimin’s need is hungry and strong now, yours matching his when you lift yourself off his delectable cock and sit back down on it, feeling his tip nudge all the spongy spots inside you for the third thrust. 
Then it slowly turns into the fourth, the fifth, the sixth until Jimin’s setting a pace that’s too good to be true. You feel the warm drag of his meaty cock inside you, that slimy slick he produces allowing him to slip and slide out of you with such toe-curling ease. 
Your body’s vibrating, buzzing as your head spins and Jimin holds onto your body tightly as he hugs you to him, fucking up into your sex until he can’t take it anymore, he needs to feel your lips on his. He crashes his mouth onto yours and makes out with you fervently, moaning into each other loudly as Jimin continues to thrust up inside your velvety walls, grinding down onto his delicious dick. 
It’s hot and sweaty now, the dampness of Jimin’s skin only dampening yours and making you crave the warmth of his touch, the smoothness you couldn’t help but feel and goddamn lick if you could. You’re just so close to him, all up in his personal space as your little bud filled with arousal brushes up against his abdomen, shivering in his hold when it pleasures you so strongly. 
Your moans are resounding in the room and nearly harmonizing with Jimin as your lungs fill with passion, your stomach churns with pleasure, your pussy’s fluttering with arousal so fucking badly you couldn’t take it anymore. You fuck onto Jimin’s cock harder, pining for that perfect drag to supply you the orgasm you desperately yearn for, the feeling that drives you entirely insane. 
“Jimin.. Jimin.. Oh fucking-Jimin!” You can’t keep it together, he’s drilling into your cunt as he grunts like an animal, hands holding you like his only treasure in the world and you know he’s just as crazy as you are. 
“Y/N, baby.. I’m fucking-shit! You’re so good, you feel so good..”
“Jimin.. Jimin..” you chant his name, calling him but not knowing what you’re asking for, your veins overriding with pleasure, your body asking for so, so much more, the temperature rising so tantalizingly you need Jimin to reach every place inside you. 
“Jimin, oh fuck.” 
He thrusts up into your pussy hard and fast, destroying you with his passionate movements. 
“Jimin, you feel so fucking good.” 
He presses you closer, noticing the way you rub your hips against him, bringing you down on his cock like a hungry, lust-filled beast.
“Jimin, I’ll cum like that, shit!” You squeal as he goes quicker with stronger fucks.
“Then cum, baby. I just fucking know it’s so pretty when you do.” 
“Baby. I’m gonna-” 
“Go ahead, baby, squeeze my cock like you want to.” He growls into your mouth like he’s lost his mind. 
“Jimin.. Jimin-!” 
“Cum, baby. Cum all over me!” 
You jolt yourself out of the memory, remembering currently, you’re laid against Jimin’s chest in your patio. The sudden rush of all your memories with Jimin hit you hard, remembering yet again, this situation with Jimin is one you shouldn’t be in. You swallow, rising off Jimin’s naked shoulders as you clear your throat and clutch the towel around your exposed breasts. 
“You should go, Jimin.” 
Jimin tilts his head as he remains laying down, a hand of his stroking your back mindlessly as he queries. “Why?” 
“Your mother needs you.” You answer with a condescending tone, recalling that none of this should even be happening, Yes, Jimin’s mother eventually took him back, and yes, when he spent his time here you both got to fooling around and experiencing very, very human things together (much of which included mind-blowing orgasms). But it never took away from the fact that what Jimin’s doing is still wrong, and he needs to find a way to let you go. 
Even though deep down, you never wanted him to. 
“Is that really what your heart says?” 
You turn back to Jimin, watching him make that same longing, reassuring look of how everything will be fine, that you need not worry about the technical issues of your arrangement. So long as you both knew how you felt, kept these feelings within your heart, felt happy together, what exactly could be so wrong?
But that’s exactly the culpatory case, everything could go wrong. Jimin could lose his family and home forever, having to adapt to a human lifestyle. You’re still unsure of how the whole mermaid thing even works, spelling issues for the future you don’t even want to run down. 
Not to mention Jimin’s adamantness that everything’s fine with him, that he can continue to keep this toxic, draining relationship with his family while he blatantly disobeys them and the entire makeup of their existence. You know you two shouldn’t be together, know the grave dangers of being together and their consequences, and yet, each time Jimin submerges from the water, your heart skips a beat you know has you doomed. 
You grunt frustratedly, hugging the trowel around you as you stand to your feet and step out to watch the ocean, turning away from him. 
“Go, Jimin.” 
You hear him sigh behind you, hearing the creaking of the chair as he rises from his seat. His footsteps sound against the old wood as he ventures into your dad’s shack in search of his shirt, pulling it over his head as he joins you on the patio, overlooking the swishing sea. 
Jimin exhales pensively before he curls a hand around your waist, wrapping you in a momentary side-hug as he dips down to kiss your forehead, shutting your eyes to relish in the tender feeling. 
“I’ll come back.” He says, but you don’t look his way, knowing whatever you two have right now, is something that can never last forever, anyway. 
“We’ll see how your princely duties accommodate that.” 
Jimin purses his lips with hurt, opening his mouth to quarrel with you like you two always do, though prefers to drop it for tonight, letting go of your waist. 
He simply brings a hand to your cheek, softly feeling at your skin with his thumb before he steps off into the sand, and disappears into the water before you can regret everything about your behaviour, and how badly you want him to stay. 
Just like you always do. 
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You lounge freely on a rock today, far away from the city as you drink a sad, sad beer alone. 
Your father lectured you about the garbage of the lighthouse yet again, grumbling about how Taehyung should also be doing it but he insists family meant immediate members, not anyone outside that. 
You adored your father, truly, though sometimes when he’s a hard ass it’s too much to deal with, presenting the usual ‘I’m going to flee before you you can ruin my mood any further’ tactic while having swiped a beer bottle too. 
You take a lazy swig as you watch the waters calmly crash against each other, the weather optimal this evening as the sun sets before your naked eyes. You were grateful for where you live, it truly had many beautiful things to offer that could help improve your mood. 
Though ultimately, you knew it was the absence of a certain someone that weakened your happiness. You sigh as you contemplate yet again, what Jimin could be doing, what he’s experiencing right now. You miss him too much, you miss his pretty eyes and pretty lips and the pretty way he laughs. 
You miss the way he always listens to you, miss the way he silently protects you whenever you two went out to clubs, the way he walked on the side of the traffic to keep you safe, the way he always insisted you only drink whatever he or you physically pour when you’re at parties. 
You let out a sigh, bordering on tears but swallowing them down to remain the big girl you are, you’re not supposed to be getting attached anyway, right? Your heart shouldn’t feel this tug at your strings, your chest shouldn’t feel this heavy and your stomach shouldn’t have bile bubbling inside it like this. 
You clutch the neck of your bottle too hard, needing some way to relieve this tension in your tense body, to get rid of it and all you can do is finish off the last of the beer. You stare at the bottle, gritting your teeth before you wind your arm back and harshly chuck it out into the sea, knowing you’ll let it wash up the shore later and discard it. 
Though out of the blue, a hand suddenly comes out and catches the bottle swiftly. 
Your eyes widen in surprise, suddenly finding Jimin emerging from the water and casually swimming his way over to you, bottle in hand. He flashes you that signature charming smile until he reaches your rock, sniffling immediately and wiping at whatever water lined your lashes. 
Jimin pouted a little as he reached your rock, placing the bottle down as he rested against it. 
“The sea isn’t a garbage dump, baby.” 
You roll your eyes. “Beer bottles go in the recycling when cleaned out, asshole.” 
Jimin laughs, knowing you really meant no harm and were just cutely upset. “What’s wrong, angel?” 
You shoot him a testy look, crossing your arms as you look out into the distance. “My dad, he was just being annoying.”
Jimin lightly chuckles, his hair slicked back as he runs a hand through it, catching sight of the beautiful, golden bangle on his bicep. 
“Sure it has nothing to do with me?” He confidently jokes. 
You scoff, pouting angrily. “No.” 
You watch him merrily laugh, and you immediately snipe back at him with a moody tone. “And what about you, Prince Jimin? Did you just come back from a Royal meeting?” 
Jimin rolls his eyes noncommittally, knowing you’re just teasing. “I did, actually. I really wanted to see you.” 
You feel your heart flutter, but swiftly try to ignore it. You see his mesmerizing tail swimming around in the water, perking up. “You’ve got your tail out today? What if someone sees you?”
“You’re far out, it’s okay.” Jimin waves you off. “I also just wanted to show off, too.” 
You laugh here, catching a better peek at his teal green tail as he swishes it around. “It looks beautiful, Jimin.” 
Jimin loves hearing you say that, swimming closer as his hand juts out to latch onto your shin, rubbing you affectionately. 
“What’s my beautiful girl up to tonight?” He asks as a clear way to declutter your mind, and you feel yourself become shy, used to his sweet talk but it never gets old. 
“A whole lot of nothing, to be honest. My cousin Taehyung invited me out to this club but all my friends are too busy, I’d end up going alone.” 
Jimin nods as he hears you out, a pensive pointer finger to his lips as he thinks. “Hmm, why don’t you go with me?” 
You raise your brows, a little surprised. “I thought you had an important conference with that neighbouring kingdom tonight, Jimin. It sounds too crucial to skip.” 
“Well fuck that I say,” Jimin proudly brushes it all off as he suddenly transforms his mermaid tail into human legs underwater, swimming around in all his bare glory. 
“Jimin!” You sharply scream, swatting at him to gain his tail back and not be naked in the ocean, but he instead cracks a mischievous smirk and splashes you with water. You giggle while trying to defend yourself, almost gaining the opportunity to yell at him until he suddenly pulls you into the water with him, laughing profusely once you tumble into his chest. 
He laughs too, finally being able to hear the pretty sound. 
“I’d much rather be with you, beautiful.” 
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The music blares in your ears in that far too loud but almost loud enough volume, the bass pumping through your veins as the hip-hop beat already gets you going, spotting your cousin by the bar. 
Said man shifts his attention to you and immediately perks up, holding out his arms big and wide. “Gummy bear!” 
You hurtle into his arms and he squeezes you tightly, letting you go for his attention to fall to Jimin behind you. 
“Jimin, what’s up!” Taehyung hugs him with a good pat on the back and Jimin returns the gesture, glad that the two guys got on very well, almost too well for your liking. You swear one day Jimin will stop coming to visit you and only appear for Taehyung. 
“Great, man, how about yourself?” 
“Amazing. May I introduce you both to Nara?” Taehyung gestures kindly to the woman he’s been chatting up, and you hope to God Taehyung isn’t going to break her heart. 
You meet her amicably and she’s just beyond sweet, not to mention absolutely gorgeous. You tug Taehyung to the side a bit as Jimin speaks to Nara, whispering harshly to him. 
“Please don’t let this be another one of your conquests, asshole!” 
“For your information, gummy bear, I actually do like her.” Taehyung counters with the utmost attitude. 
“Really? Can you prove that to me?” 
Taehyung pulls his lips back guiltily here and you immediately smack his arm reprimandingly, scolding him. “Taehyung!” 
“Okay, okay. I swear I won’t hurt her!” Taehyung holds up his hands in mock surrender, and you roll your eyes before hooking your arm with Jimin’s. 
“Let’s get some drinks and hit up the dance floor, huh, Jimin?” 
Jimin ticks his head approvingly, securing your arm in his hold. “Anything with you, beautiful.” 
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You knock back a shot as you lazily lean against the bar counter, finger poking at Jimin’s lips. 
“Oookay mister, you gotta tell me.” Your tipsy mind makes you giggle a little as you lightly sway to the music bumping in the club, Jimin watching you happily. “Does this dress look good on me?” 
You gesture towards your deep red bodycon that’s got a slit in the skirt, cleavage very much out and about and Jimin’s quirked eyebrow pretty much says it all. 
“You look good enough to eat.” 
You smirk proudly at that, reclining back lazily to really soak in his look. “I could say the same for you, sir.” You scan his gorgeous body adorned with black jeans and a black, patterned shirt that makes him appear ravishing. His buttons are a few down and expose his chest to you, biting your lips as you irk to mark up his pretty skin. 
“Got something on your mind there, angel?” 
You chuckle, hiding your smile behind a hand. “Quite a few things, actually.” 
Jimin’s eyes light up with a fire that seems untamed, feeling the same desire yourself until his vision snaps to the dance floor, licking his lips as he returns to you. 
“Care to dance, baby?” Jimin extends his hand like a gentleman.
“Anything with you, beautiful.” 
Jimin smiles at your use of his words and you take it, allowing him to guide you to the dance floor. You spin onto the bright platform as you find yourself lodged between all kinds of other sweaty, dancing bodies, letting the rhythm move you as you adjust to the beat. 
You begin dancing around with Jimin and watch him move, always having been impressed by his adeptness for moving his body. “Fuck, Jimin, how do you dance so well?” 
“Perks of being in the ocean all the time, I guess!” He shouts over the crowd, rolling your eyes at his blatant disregard for almost outing he’s a creature of the sea. You freely begin to sway your body around to the feel-good music, Jimin inspiring you to let loose as if nobody’s watching. 
You’re getting hinged on the rhythm when you begin to experience bodies pushing you, faltering as you’re nearly knocked off balance. It happens again when someone’s arm annoyingly shoves you, losing your equilibrium and nearly trampling over until Jimin immediately pulls you into his arms, clinging to you like a magnet. 
Your wide, innocent eyes stare up at him as you fall unspeakable, lips open but nothing much coming out. “Why..” 
“No one can hurt you like this.” He says softly, and you can’t help but feel your heart beating profusely against your ribcage. It’s as though the world disappears around you two, only caught in this enchanting space you and him know. Your hands rest against his body with your boobs squished up into his chest, his arms cradling you securely as he peers down at you as though you’re his everything. 
And it makes your chest flutter, it makes you feel safe as your mind fills with all the ways you love Jimin, everything about him that propels you towards him, makes you want him so, so badly. 
But he’ll never be yours to have. 
“I can name a few.” You swallow as your eyes reveal something much more behind your mind, clutching his shirt as he gazes with concern. 
Jimin sighs once you let the answer slip, tonguing his cheek. “Are you seriously going to start this right now? Is that all that ever occupies your mind?” 
“Of course it does, Jimin.” You stress a passionate response. “We can’t just stay like this forever and hope our problems fucking go away.” 
“Y/N, we’re here to have fun together and be at a club, not go over this argument we always fucking have.” 
“And what’s so wrong about having this argument?” You shoot back, watching his features become more annoyed by the second. “It’s such a necessary conversation we need to have and yet you always avoid it.” 
“Avoid it?” Jimin questions your audacity. “I don’t avoid anything. I just try to remember that life isn’t always so black and white, and we’re allowed to have fun for once.” 
“But you’re not in a position to just be ‘having fun’, Jimin. Do you just not fucking take me seriously?” You became distraught considering the saddening idea, disbelieving of his frustration right now.
“When have I ever said I don’t take you seriously?” 
“You won’t even consider us being serious! How do you expect us to be serious if you don’t even fucking let us argue about the fact that you’re a mermaid?!” 
Some heads turn your way as you yell quite loudly over the blaring music, realizing a public place isn’t the right space to do this and you just goddamn need some air. You push him off you and immediately begin sweeping through people for the coat check, swinging it on as you make your way to the exit. 
“Y/N, Y/N!” Jimin profusely calls for you, but you swiftly decide to ignore his every syllable, instead swiping at your makeup to ensure any tears that escape didn’t ruin it. 
You clutch your jacket around your cold figure as you make it out onto the pavement, not even knowing where you’re going until you’re met by another pair of shoes clacking against the sidewalk. 
“Y/N, just fucking wait.” Jimin’s desperate tone calls you back, tugging at your shoulder. You subsequently turn around, revealing your emotional features Jimin didn’t know could make him so sad. 
“What do you want?” He listens to your voice break, catching his breath as his eyes communicate everything that lies within his heart. 
“You, Y/N.. I want you.”
“And you fucking can’t!” You screech as loudly as you could, the chilly night air causing you to shiver. “We just don’t fucking work, Jimin. We can’t be together!” 
“And who says that? Why are you trying so hard to not let us work? What’s your problem, Y/N?!” Jimin unexpectedly yells at you, but clearly he’s tired of these arguments too. 
“Us, this, we’re the fucking problem!” You equally increase your volume as you gesture between each other. “I will not live with myself knowing somebody threw their entire life away for me.” 
“Oh, so this is about you then, huh? It was never about my feelings?” 
You realize the fault in your statement, caught red-handed as you fight to defend yourself. “I-” 
“No, you know what..” Jimin holds up his hands as though he’s got a gun pointed at him, laughing dryly with no humour. “I can’t be fucking doing this either.” 
Jimin’s eyes don’t even meet you, too occupied by the thoughts swarming his head as he takes subtle steps away from you. “Even after everything I did for you, even just to see you, you’re right. I shouldn’t be with you and whatever we have isn’t worth it, right?” 
Your heart aches the second he says the words. “Jimin..” 
“No, I should leave.” He finalizes, shaking his head. “I should leave and just never come back, right? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Jimin, w-wait..” 
“No!” He shouts the loudest he has, eyes anguished as he holds your sad gaze. “You wanted this, always remember that.” 
Jimin’s already mentally checked out of this conversation, beginning to walk away from you as panic floods your system, suddenly so terrified by the idea of him leaving and never returning, you act without reason. 
“Wait, you don’t mean that.. you always come back!” 
“I won’t this time!” 
“But you have to!” 
“Why?!” Jimin yells, both of your screams hollering in the empty streets at this late hour. “Why do you suddenly need me, huh? You only want me when I’m going to leave, don’t you?” 
“That’s not true!” You scream back, tears flooding your vulnerable eyes. 
“Then prove it to me,” Jimin’s eyes implore you as his features remain angry, clearly having met his last nerve. “If that’s not true then fucking prove it to me!”
You breathe harshly, overheated by your words, all the petty arguments leading to the penultimate moment where you lastly throw every insecurity, thought, and precaution out the door. You release a hard breath as you run to Jimin and simply swing your arms around him, enveloping him in an immediate kiss. 
Jimin’s overwhelmed by your lips, stunned by the turn of the events but he gladly relishes entirely in your mouth, letting out noises of satisfaction as a hand of his weaves through your hair, the other winding around your waist. He begins eating at your mouth from the get-go, indulging in you as you both grow hot and hungry, craving the other more than you ever have before. 
You slowly push Jimin back with your kiss until his back meets the wall of the club, entirely making out against it as your hands traverse Jimin’s sexy body, too starved to keep your hands to yourself. Jimin hates being against the wall and instead pins you back, letting out a needy moan as he dips for your neck and his plump lips kiss your skin. 
You groan pleasurably as your fingers tug at his ruby locks all while he suckles at your neck, laying teasing kisses and bites he soothes with his tongue. 
“Jimin..” You moan, a leg up against the wall as you gain the white hot electricity to grind up against Jimin, needing him just like you need air; undeniably, irresistibly, desperately.
“Jimin,” you request, and he pops off your neck for his blown out, obsidian eyes to meet yours. 
“Let’s go home.” You say softly, palms cupping his cheeks as Jimin nods back innocently, already pulling you into his arms as he quickly walks towards your beat-up Jeep, tugging the keys into hand as he holds you tight. 
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Your entangled bodies shove open the door as your kiss is hot and heavy, piling into the top room of your family’s lighthouse without a single matter of the world in mind. 
Jimin moans into your mouth as he continuously steps back with you, hands cradling you with need burning so hot you can almost feel his touch searing you. 
It’s hot, fucking scalding as Jimin breathes against your lips with arousal so strong, he’s toppling with you onto the bed. Your bodies spring back against the mattress as his mouth maneuvers to your neck, biting at your skin with so much raging desire you moan like insanity’s your best friend. 
Your legs continuously wrap around Jimin’s thigh that's snug against your pussy, craving a rub for your clit that pulses so needily. Jimin feels you clutching him like a vice, helping you out as he pushes the top of his knee into you and you shamelessly grind up against him. 
“Jimin.. Jimin.. my clothes,” you breathe through practically dry-humping his thick, strong thigh. “Take them off, fucking rip them off.” 
You’re losing your mind, the passion is a fire so strong it’s all that occupies your mind. Jimin heeds your request but adapts it for his own needs, practically ripping your breasts free from your dress as you gasp at his roughness. 
He quickly makes for his belt and works the annoying contraption open, zipping down his jeans to free his cock that’s already semi-hard. 
“I need to do this.. you looked too fucking good in that dress.” 
Before you can ask, Jimin lodges his cock between your breasts, and you moan at the pleasurable weight of his cock against your sternum. You immediately help him out with a lick of your lips and squish your boobs together for him, tightening up the space between them. 
Jimin throws his head back with a throaty moan, as though he’s been holding back all fucking evening and is finally, finally getting to devour the meal he’s craved this entire time. 
“Fuck, I wanted to try this.. so badly.” He confesses with breathy moans, watching him slowly thrust between your tits the epitome of heaven. That slick he produces is already coming out to play, all slippery and wet in between your breasts and fuck, are your nipples hardening into a mess. 
“Fuck, Jimin.” You moan, watching him fucking himself between your breasts and you feel your pussy folds dampening about it. He’s growing harder by the second, eyes flitting down to watch you so eagerly watching him, his cock slipping between your two globes and he simply appears good enough to eat. 
You begin jutting out your tongue for desperate licks, wanting to taste that sweet slick of his and you gladly catch some, Jimin letting out a broken groan at the sight. 
“Shit, baby..” Jimin grunts animalistically. “I need to fuck you this instant.” 
Jimin slides his cock out from between your tits and immediately unbuttons his shirt, practically tearing off the damn thing as you adopt his urgency and wiggle out of your dress, exposing your upper half. You’ve got the dress around your hips until Jimin tugs you to flush against him with force, replacing your hands with his own. 
You yelp at his sudden roughness, though purr like a kitten the second he lays you back and he tongues his cheek, mirthy eyes scanning your body as he rips your dress off your pretty legs. 
He crawls between your legs like a wild cat, wetting his lips as he eyes you up as though you’re his one and only element of survival, but his one and only love, too. 
His lips reach yours and he dips down to hover above. You lift up to seal your mouths but he pulls away, denying you each time until you grow too frustrated, and with a laugh tug him down by his neck to finally kiss you. You moan into his mouth once you get a delicious taste of him, growing high off the feel of his plushy lips. 
Jimin’s equally going as hard as smacking noises of your mouths fill the room, an almost angelic groan from Jimin eliciting your pusss juices to flow like the river. 
His pretty hands grab underneath your knees, hooking onto them and slowly pushing one leg after the other back until your core is out and completely visible to him, his hungry eyes flashing down to the glistening of your pussy lips. He licks his lips as if he’s drooling, too much passion and craving in his body he can’t even contain it within himself. 
“Fucking look at you, Y/N..” he breathes harshly, letting out a faint groan. “Dripping wet for me.” 
You scoff a little as you take control and drag Jimin back down to you, letting him hold you open as you whisper against his lips. 
“Then dive in, Ariel.” 
Jimin smirks through a laugh, knowing you’ve been sin on legs since the second he saw you. Jimin pecks your lips for a quick kiss before he’s straightening himself up, curling a hand around his shaft to quickly align himself with you. 
It’s his tip pushing into you that steals your breath away, gasping when the slick of his wet cock creates a slimy, delectable drag that makes you roll your eyes back in bliss. Your hands rapidly jut out for any sign of support and Jimin laces his fingers with yours, leaving over your body as he controls the pace of impaling you. 
He hushes against your lips in caring coos, squeezing your hands that so harshly hold his. “Shh, shh, baby. Don’t tense.. don’t tense up.” 
You ease your breaths as you allow your body to loosen, lips brushing Jimin’s as he carries on very slowly penetrating your dripping, honey-coated sex, those walls of yours velvet and warm like Jimin’s favourite drug. 
The addiction’s clearly gotten to his head by now, humming against you with praise once he feels your walls tentatively fluttering around him, allocating space he knows you work so hard to make. 
“That’s it, baby. So good.. so fucking good for me.” He peppers your face with kisses before he watches himself bottom out inside your pussy, attempting to hold back the urge to fuck you insane. 
“Jimin.. oh, Jimin.” 
“How could you want me to leave when you feel this good, baby?” 
You groan out in sheer pleasure once you register Jimin feels different tonight. Maybe it’s the moonlight kissing his iridescent skin, or maybe the hue of his ravenous, though kind eyes or maybe the way he’s stuffed himself so deeply inside your pussy. But you can feel Jimin, feel him in ways you know the correct answer to, but can’t find it in yourself to iterate aloud. 
Those three words. 
“Jimin..” You say breathlessly. “Fuck me.. Fill me up and fuck me so hard-” 
You gasp loudly when Jimin’s practically already read your mind, and thrusts out of your sex only to thrust back in, shaking up your body once you see his eyes gazing at you as his only anchor. Your moans are music to Jimin’s ears once he tests out a few experimental fucks until his desire for you slowly, but surely begins to taint the speed in which he drives into you. 
He keeps you closer than ever as he connects your lips together with hot, passionate kisses all while drilling inside your warm, tight walls he can’t help but love. 
“So tight, always so tight for me, Y/N.” Jimin grunts into you. “I can’t.. I can never handle it.. It drives me insane.” 
“I’m insane too, Jimin. So crazy for you.” You practically whine once Jimin rather drops his speed to instead invest in fucking you hard, feeling your body shift up the mattress as he nestles himself deeply into the confines of your pussy. Air leaves your lungs fast, moaning being your only outlet for your arousal. 
“Then why..” Jimin practically pleads. “Why do you always want me to leave?” 
You squeeze his hands as you speak in between kisses, wrapping your outstretched legs around his torso to beckon him closer. 
“I don’t, Jimin. I don’t.. I fucking don’t.” 
“Why then..” He’s begging for an explanation, listening to the way his voice wavers and you know now, all those times you’d told him to so desperately go, must have been hurting him more than you ever knew. “Why won’t you let me stay? Do you not want me?” 
“I do, Jimin, please…” You feel your emotion now presenting itself into a wad in your throat, losing all sense of time, space and matter as you solely focus on the feeling of Jimin’s cock penetrating you, your slick, wet walls fluttering for more as you sense your gut twisting. “Please understand, I want you more than anything.” 
“I want you more than anything, too.” He confesses as equally wound up, his thrusts replicating his desperation. 
“But you need to understand, Jimin.. baby.” You try to reach him as best you can, indulging in the drag of his cock as Jimin snakes a hand between your bodies, knowing exactly what you need. “You have to understand you have a life that I can’t live in.. there’s no room for me.” 
Jimin aches the second you say the words, and presses his palm down against your stomach feeling himself inside you, as his thumb pushes into your neglected clit, shivering the second you’re supplied any kind of touch down there. 
“There’s room, baby. I’ll make room.. I fucking want you.” You can feel the promise in Jimin’s thrusts alone, feeling him specifically stuff himself so deep inside you, it’s either that or your abundant emotion bringing tears to your eyes. 
“Just let me make room, Y/N. Let me make the room and show you.. show you how much you mean to me.” Now Jimin draws out only to completely switch up his pace, performing an entire one-eighty as he begins thrusts that quite literally rock your world, let alone your rickety old bed. 
“Y/N.. I can’t stop.. I can never leave you.. I just can’t-” Jimin grunts wildly, fucking into you with such harsh vigor and precision now it feels you’ll reach an orgasm any moment, the snap reeling in your stomach and begging to be released. 
You understand now what you truly want, casting aside what your head’s been telling you and listening entirely to your heart. 
“Then stay, Jimin. Please stay.” You notice you’re crying now, tears leaving your sad eyes as you gasp and sigh at the feeling of Jimin completely pounding into your wet, fluttering cunt, sensing how close you are as he increases the ministrations on your clit. 
“You want me to stay, huh?” Jimin sounds like he can’t believe it, but at the same time knew it all along. “Is that what you really want, baby?” 
“Yes, Jimin. Yes yes yes.” You groan like a pornstar when Jimin does the exact thing you once told him and angles upwards, working for that orgasm buzzing inside you as your hands latch onto his neck, kissing him to soothe the sweet pain of your pussy being destroyed. 
You feel the Godly drag so strongly, so hard inside you it’s only a certain thrust that finally topples you over the edge, orgasming in an instant. Your eyes screw shut and a moan erupts from you, loud and pitchy as your walls smother Jimin’s cock with your heady essence. 
Jimin groans at the sight of you cumming and lets his own load release inside you, stuffing himself deep within your pussy until he’s filling you up with his white, hot cum. 
Your bodies feel hot and sweaty against each other, Jimin neglecting to pull himself out as his arms give away and he falls atop you, managing his weight on his arms. His harsh breaths fan your neck as a hand of yours slides into his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp as you both come down your euphoric highs. 
There’s a silence that lingers, but it’s not awkward or weird. It lingers and it fills your heart with content, knowing deep down, and in reality, you couldn’t bear the thought of losing Jimin. Even right now, imagining the idea of him removing himself from your body, dressing himself and leaving just as he should, leaves your heart imprisoned in a pit of despair, a disheartening scenario you never wanted to see come to fruition. 
“Don’t leave..” You whisper so quietly, it’s as though you only meant for the world you and Jimin created together to hear it. 
You feel Jimin’s gorgeous, luscious lips smile against your skin, and you feel his chest puff air that’s similar to a laugh. 
His pretty, pretty laugh. 
“I wasn’t planning to, beautiful.”
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Golden, honey-coloured rays of the plentiful sunlight bleed into the room, illuminating it this crisp, lovely morning. 
You yawn as you rise from your sheets, the sounds of seagulls and the off-beat ringing of the ocean buoy in the distance. You stretch out the crooks in your neck as your bleary eyesight falls to a sleeping Jimin. You find him nothing short of adorable, lightly pressing your lips to his before your naked body saunters off into the bathroom. 
Your return bare yet again as you search the floor for your garments from last night, pulling up your underwear and wiggling into it. 
“Do you really have to wear those?” 
You snap back to find Jimin laid back and barely awake in bed, a hand tucked underneath his head as he watches you with a shit-eating grin. He very obviously eyes your body, laughing a little as you reach down for your bra and clip it on. 
“I’m afraid I do,” 
Your dress finds its way into your lazy hands and you step into it, needing to re-dress yourself and turning around to maybe request a naked Jimin’s help (and to also catch another view of his bare, beautiful chest) though find Jimin with an unchanged look, still very obviously staring at you. 
You tilt your head and giggle a little. “Why are you looking at me like that-” 
“I love you.” 
Your stunned eyes widen at Jimin with the world in them, feeling your heart burst out of your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies. You feel lighter, you feel as though nothing on Earth could defeat these three words he uttered to you, and you take a breath of relief as your eyes flood with tears. 
“I mean it, Y/N.” Jimin suddenly removes the covers from himself and steps towards you quickly in only his boxers, facing you to convey his sincerity. “I don’t want to be a merman anymore, I want to be human.. I want to be human with you.” 
You’re so overwhelmed, so taken aback by the request that you can’t help but clutch your dress to yourself. “You-you don’t want to be a mermaid anymore? Do you mean that?” 
“I’ve thought long and hard about it, and I realized that in my life, I’m happiest when I’m with you.” His hands jut out to hold your arms, eyes peering into yours with genuity, honesty. “I just want to be with you.. but as a human” 
And everything suddenly fell into place. Maybe it was his words, you really weren’t sure. Or maybe the conviction in his eyes, the need in his voice, the way he held you so dearly and has been fighting for you since the very beginning. 
Maybe all of that amalgamates into the three words that leave your mouth, almost breathless when you regard him. 
“I love you, Jimin.” You say, eyes watering as your emotions boil over. “I always have.. and I want to be with you, too.” 
Jimin smiles, the kind where it’s content and joyful, wholly happy with this moment, almost breathless. “Then let’s be together, Y/N.” 
Jimin leans over so that his forehead can delicately touch yours, the sun rays beaming through the windows and between your bodies. They reflect off his beautiful skin, but this time you didn’t find scale-like patterns that glowed iridescently, rather you find it creating a colour that’s just so perfectly  human.
So perfectly Jimin. 
“Okay, Jimin.” You whisper, your vulnerable, though assured eyes meeting him. “Anything with you.” 
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blue-sidez · 4 months ago
— bts reaction to: cumming inside their s/o for the first time.
genre: mature content [18+] minors dni.
warnings: unprotected sex (don't forget to use a condom unless you have a serious relationship and know that both of you are clean!), creampie, cock-warming, dirty talk (no degradation), slight impreg kink, blasphemy (just one), femdom, noona kink, baby-making, pussy-slapping, cringy humor.
request: ‹ I would love to read a reaction of bangtan cumming inside their so for the first time 🥺 ›
note: i've been having a hard time lately, so i've put on hold most of my WIP's. i hope to get back on the writing train soon.
word count: 3.7k
lower-case intended | unedited.
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“psst… yn-ah,” you try your best to ignore your boyfriend. “you awake?”
« just let me warm my cock inside your kitty. we will sleep, i promise. » we will sleep your ass. you know what he's gonna say, you know damn well cause you can feel how hard he's gotten.
“seokjin, go to sleep or i swear to god we're going celibate,” you warn and he whines.
“i will make you cum. it's gonna take less than ten minutes,” if your eyes were open you would've rolled them and even then he wouldn't notice. perks of being the little spoon. “i promise,”
“your promises mean nothing,” he sighs in defeat but moans when you roll your hips back and forth. ah, if only the sex with seokjin wasn't so good.
he lifts your leg with his and his fingers find your clit, rubbing slowly around it before pinching it softly. “i'm not wearing a condom, do i pull out or…?”
you know he's been wanting to cum inside you for a long time, but even if you're on the pill you've never wanted to risk it. “just fuck me. we'll cross that bridge when we get there,”
he wastes no time and thrusts in and out of you, hitting you hard and deep each time, his fingers working slowly, the way he knows you like best. you feel him in so deep, your walls closing in on his cock and making you feel it pulsing, making you feel every vein. he's moaning in your ear and you'd lying if you said it doesn't make your insides tingle. he's fucking you so good, so hard, just the way you both like, and you can't bring yourself to tell him to pull out, even when you feel his abs flexing and his cock twitching. he's cumming and you want to feel him cum inside you.
“cum inside me,” you blurt out and his cock twitches violently. “fill me up, please,”
“fuck, you're a dream come true,” he says and flips you on your stomach, his hands holding on to your hips and fucking you harder and faster.
you're so wet it makes the slide of his cock smooth, the noises of your bodies connecting fill the room along with groans and moans. you're both gasping for air, you whine and seokjin lets out short but loud moans. the position has him hitting your g-spot with each thrust, bringing you into overdrive.
“gonna cum— fuck, i'm gonna cum,” he's gritting his teeth, his voice low and breathless.
you're practically yelling as your walls throb erratically around him. something on your lower stomach snapping and making you shut your eyes.
“feels so good,” he says, his thrusts begin to slow down and focus on reaching deeper into you. he lets out a long moan when he spills his cum in your wet heat. “fuckfuckfuck,”
your breathing starts to get back to normal as he rests his chest on your back, some of his cum leaking out of your hole and your stomach flips at the feeling.
“baby, i'm never gonna be the same,”
running out of condoms can lead to one or two things; one, go to sleep horny and frustrated, or two, fucking raw and deal with the consequences later. you aren't on the pill and you know very well this could lead to pregnancy, so why don't you and yoongi give a fuck about it?
baby? baby comes second, fucking comes first.
“you're gonna let me cum inside you, hmm? gonna let me stuff you full of my cum?” yoongi's grip on your hips is almost bruising, but you don't seem to care when all you can focus on is how he's pounding on you like he's got something to prove. “my dirty girl, i bet you want me to knock you up and show everyone how you let me cum in your sweet pussy,”
your insides clench at his words, you want nothing more than for yoongi to fuck a baby into you (but that could also be the horny demon on your shoulder whispering its ideas), you want it more than anything.
“you'd like that, wouldn't you? i'm gonna fill you up so much you'll be dripping my cum as you walk. you've always looked amazing in white,” he smirks and bites his lips, focusing his eyes on how your pussy is taking his cock.
he leans away from you and one of his hands squeezes the plump flesh of your thigh while the other goes down to play with your clit, caressing your folds and gathering your slick before his thumb starts working on your clit again. you run your nails down his back as his pace gets quicker, practically slamming in and out of you.
“i’m gonna cum, baby,” he groans and his eyes break their focus on your pussy to look at you in the eyes. “are you sure about this? i can still pull out, but i’m not gonna last forever,”
you nod your head as you bite your lip, your hair a mess and you part your lips in silent moans. “wanna feel your cum,”
yoongi groans at your words, placing his hands on your hips and using them to fuck you harder. you’re lightheaded, at the verge of your climax, and you can feel yoongi’s is close too, his cock twitching inside of you.
“fuck!” he says through gritted teeth as he feels you clench tightly around him when you reach your high. “you’re a fucking sin,”
he leans his head on your shoulder and stills his hips, shooting spurts of hot cum in your pussy. how will you go back to using condoms when you’ve already experienced this? the answer is: you won’t.
“i’m gonna start birth control,” you say as you gasp for air.
“fuck birth control, let’s make a baby,”
“baby, we shouldn’t be doing this here,” you can detect the panic in hoseok’s voice, making you roll your eyes. “i’m serious!”
“then why are your fingers fucking me?” it’s true, he’s acting like you’re committing a sin by asking him to fuck you in your old bedroom at your parent’s house while he has a whole hand up your cunt. hypocrite. “if you don’t want to then stop,”
he looks at you ashamed and resumes his job scissoring his fingers inside you to prep you for his cock. you smirk and push him up, your lips finding his in a passionate kiss. his hands still as he focuses on making out with you, his tongue dancing with yours as his other hand holds your jaw. he bites your bottom lip before leaning away from you by a couple of inches, his breath mixing with yours. he indicates you to turn around with his finger and you oblige, your knees on the hannah montana bed cover and your head resting on the pink pillow.
“should i… where should i cum i don’t wanna do it on hannah montana,” his voice sounds serious and it makes you laugh.
“uuuh… mom does the laundry so i guess you should cum inside me,” you say. the truth is, you and hoseok never use condoms, he has always had the control to pull out in time. that and the fact you’re in birth control allow you to not use the piece of rubber.
“baby, you're really offering yourself as a cum dump… that's hot,” he groans and you whip your head back to look at him with your eyebrows furrowed.
“do not call me a cum dump!” oh, but you are. there is nothing you want more but to let hoseok cum inside you again and again. you won’t say it out loud, though.
he breaks eye contact as he begins rubbing the head of his cock over your folds then you finally feel him filling you up slowly, his cock heating you up even more. the tight fit makes you close your eyes. he starts off slow, his dancer’s hips moving in smooth, deep thrusts. he rolls his hips and you swear you can feel him everywhere. he begins to move faster when you start clenching around him, both of you a moaning mess. sex with hoseok is always incredible, relieving, and loud.
“fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum,” he says and you’re surprised, he has great stamina and would sometimes spend hours fucking you. “i got too excited when you said i could cum inside you,”
you’re about to laugh when his index and middle finger find your clit, taking you by surprise and making you roll your eyes in pleasure. he’s fucking you faster and harder than ever before, determined to make you cum before he does. and that mission proves to be easy when your thighs start shaking and your nails dig on hoseok’s arm, cumming faster than you usually do.
his hips work efficiently and you can practically tell he’s pushing his head back, moaning loudly as his own climax begins to explode. “holy shit, baby, i can feel your pussy throbbing,”
his pace doesn’t decrease, milking your orgasm as his begins. you feel his dick twitch a couple of times before he spills inside of you, his hot cum sending butterflies to your stomach.
you and namjoon went from talking about nature and life to talking about sex, specifically, ways to make sex more intimate. these situations aren’t rare between the two of you, you’re both comfortable talking about anything and everything with each other, sex being a recurrent topic.
“you know what i think it's intimate?” you begin, balancing an anti-stress ball on your hand. you have his full attention, you always have. “cumming inside. that's like-- a whole 'nother level, don't you think?”
“yeah, i agree,” you feel the bed dip as you guess he’s fixing his position. “we should uh— we should have that kind of intimacy too, don't you— don't you think?” he sounds nervous, which is rare of him. he’s always confident in the words he uses and you know that very well.
“very smooth, joonie,” you smirk and throw the ball away, turning around and crawling to where he is. you look at his eyes with a smile on your face, the kind of smile a high school girl in love gives to her crush. “but okay,”
he looks surprised, taking a second or two to close his eyes as your lips find his, groaning and then cutting the kiss short by leaning away from you a few inches. “really?”
you roll your eyes and nod in agreement. his lips crash on yours and now you’re the one surprised, kissing him back with as much fervor as him. neither of you wastes time to take off your clothes and positioning yourselves, namjoon between your legs as your arms rest on his, one of his hands on your hip and the other lining up his cock on your hole. he pushes himself in and both of you moan at the same time, so connected you feel the pleasure at the same time in the same way. you open up your legs a bit more to give him space, his hips thrusting out and then slamming into you. you could say that namjoon knows your body better than you do, knows exactly where and how to make you feel on the clouds.
sex with namjoon is not always earth-shattering like in porn or erotica, sometimes is short and messy, and that doesn’t mean it’s bad, you both know everything about each other, every kink, every whim, every sweet spot. you’ve experimented with everything except letting him cum inside you, and your stomach tightens at the fact that you’re finally gonna feel his cum the way you’ve always wanted.
his pace is relentless, as it always is, but this time you can see the fierceness in his eyes. he’s determined to make you cum as fast and as hard as you can. you know exactly what that look he’s giving you means. his pubic bone hits your clit with every thrust and you feel him so deep inside, your toes curl and you cry out. his grip on your hips begins to hurt, but you couldn’t care less, not when he’s nailing you harder than the romans nailed jesus christ.
“you gonna cum, baby?” his deep voice wakes you up from the cloud of pleasure he’s put you on, only now noticing how your thighs are trembling and how your fists are closed tightly. “you’re such a masterpiece. i can’t believe you’re gonna let me paint you,” poetic sex is also very common with namjoon and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
you cry out his name and his thrusts hit deeper inside you, his cock rubbing your g-spot insistently. you feel yourself cumming, your mouth repeating his name like it’s the only word in your dictionary. he stills his pace and groans in your ear, spilling inside of you and letting out an airy laugh of disbelief.
“you know, intimacy is the key of love,”
you’re only human. you’re only human and you bet that every single dom out there would bend their rules for park jimin too. park jimin and his angel face, park jimin and those puppy eyes, park jimin and those pouty lips, park jimin and the cutest whines.
“i can't cum again. please, i can't cum again,” he cries as you slide down on his twitching cock. you comfort yourself on the fact that he’s begging— maybe you’re not going soft on him, you’re torturing him by fucking yourself on his cock… kinda. “noona—”
“you can and you will,” you say as you bottom out, rolling your hips and making him whimper. “no safeword, no stopping,”
he whines as he brings his hands to hold on to your hips. he knows he’s not allowed to fuck you, not allowed to move or attempt to thrust his hips up. he’s overly sensitive and your heart swoons cause you know he’s only doing this because he loves being good for you. “you’re gonna cum one last time, okay baby? just one more time,”
“but, noona, i’m not wearing a condom—” you hush him up as you begin to move up and down on his cock at a fast pace, not wasting time on torturing him since he’s been so good all evening, doing whatever you ask for. he whines as he realizes you’re gonna let him cum inside you and suddenly you can feel him gain strength. “noona, are you really letting— ah! letting me cum inside you?”
you nod and he throws his head back with a moan. your hips work fast, aiming to make you both cum as fast as you can. a feeling of pride overwhelming you at the fact that jimin’s hips are still and he’s biting his lip to resist the urge to touch you or help you ride him. you place your hands on his chest to bring you closer to your climaxes. jimin moans out loud, whimpering and whispering how good it feels. his cock twitches inside of you and you make an effort to push off your orgasm, decided to make him cum first.
“noona… noona, feels so good!” he’s a mess but he still doesn’t attempt to move.
you smirk, pleased with his obedience, and start playing with his nipples, bringing him to the edge, feeling his cum painting the walls of your cunt and making you feel whole. you ride off his orgasm until your hips stop moving, leaning down to place a kiss on his plump lips.
“that felt so good. what can i do for you to let me cum inside again?” you try not to laugh, but he looks so hopeful you can’t help but chuckle. his eyes go from excitement to confusion. “noona, you didn’t cum,”
“eat your cum off my cunt and we’ll be even,”
“i’m cumming, fuck. i’m gonna fill you up as many times as it takes to get you pregnant,”
after a year and a half after your wedding, and a lot of begging from taehyung, you finally decided you’re ready to become a mother. you thought taehyung, being the romantic he is, would light up candles and spread red roses all over the bedsheets, but instead, he ripped off your clothes and practically told you you’ll be leaking his cum for the rest of the week. and it’s only monday.
you’re arching your back as taehyung pounds on you from behind, one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on your hip, using it to impulse his pace. “you’re gonna look so beautiful, your stomach round and your tits full of milk. carrying our baby,” his words are dirty but they still make your heart flutter. “i’m cumming, baby,”
his cum leaks out of your pussy and taehyung pull out, looking at the mess and groaning. he gathers the scattered cum with the tip of his softening dick and pushes it inside of you again. you can feel how he’s not hard anymore yet he resumes his thrusts with a growl.
you can feel yourself getting wetter at his actions. “gonna fuck you till i’m hard again and then i’ll cum inside,” his thrusts are merciless and you’re begging him for more, crying out his name and grabbing the sheets in a tight fist. “i'm gonna make sure you'll get pregnant tonight, you hear me? i'm gonna cum inside you over and over, and you're gonna go to sleep just like that,”
you whine as you cum for the third time, your arms giving out and your head falling against the pillow. taehyung readjusts your hips to keep ramming into you with all the strength he has. you’re drooling on the pillow and you keep begging, at this point you don’t even know what you’re saying, the only thing you want is for him to cum inside you again.
his now hardened dick twitches and spurts of cum fill you up. the noises your pussy makes every time he thrusts into you are so loud you’re sure you’re leaking everywhere. “you’re creaming all over my cock, baby. i’m never using a condom again,”
“how can you not have a condom?” your hair is a mess and you’re pretty sure your lips are puffy and red. you are not about to be left horny and needy for the rest of the day.
jungkook is currently on a world tour and you’ve basically taken a plane to a foreign country and sneak past the guards of the hotel to visit him. you did this out of love and support, you did not expect to have sex —really, you didn’t!— but as soon as you crossed his hotel room’s door he said hi and pushed you to his bed.
“why would i have condoms if you're not around? who else am i suppose to fuck? my hand can't get pregnant or give me stds!” part of you feels annoyed, but another part feels honored and loved.
“you're a fucking dork,” you say, sighing and resigning on having your panties wet for nothing. “but you're so sweet,”
he smiles widely, showing you his bunny teeth and then looking down at you with piercing eyes. “what if i pull out? i fuck you, make you cum and then i spill on your tits or something.
“has anyone ever told you you’re the epitome of romance?” you kiss his lips as you weigh the options. you trust jungkook to pull out before he cums, but you know you could still get pregnant with his precum. fuck it. “okay but you gotta pull out in time,”
“yes, ma’am,” his lips find your neck and he bites on the flesh to later soothe the bruising spot with his tongue.
he leans away and helps you out of your clothes, getting off the bed to get rid of his own. he parts your legs and smells your scent, something you found deeply embarrassing at first but now it only makes you wetter, it turns you on to see how horny he gets. he wastes no time and laps your cunt, drinking every last drop of your slick and fully on making out with your clit. your hands grip his head by his hair as you push him even closer to you, if possible. he groans against you and pulls away with one last kiss on your clit.
“can’t wait to feel you,” he says before thrusting all the way in your pussy. “fuck. fuck, you’re so warm and wet. fuck, i’ll never be the same,”
you want to call him dramatic, but the feeling of every vein and ridge of his cock is something you don’t ever want to miss out on again. his thrusts are sloppy but consistent, his eyes are screwed shut and you know he’s trying his best not to cum already. he positions you higher up, your ass resting on his meaty thighs as his thrusts are now hitting your g-spot easily. his fingers find your clit and draw figures on it, making you squirm underneath him. he’s groaning and whining and you’re no better than him, practically screaming with every thrust he makes. he slaps your clit and you clench tightly around him, he resumes his task on your clit, more insistent this time.
“you have to cum, baby. i’m not gonna last much longer,” you’ve never seen him so out of control, he always knows exactly what to do and when to do it, but now he looks as helpless as you. “your pussy’s so good, god,”
“cum inside,” you demand, you don’t know if it’s because you’re horny or because you’ve dreamt about him filling you with his cum countless times before, but now that doesn’t matter. “shit, i want your cum,”
“don’t play with a guy’s emotions like that, y/n,” he opens his eyes to look at you and you force yours to connect with his, showing him you’re serious. “fuck, are you kidding me? holy shit, i love you,”
you close your eyes and hold your orgasm until you feel him getting dangerously close to his. then, and only then, you let yourself go, everything feeling so much more intense as he cums inside. he takes his time to slow down his thrusts, ravishing on the feeling of your cunt full of his cum.
“best. girlfriend. ever.”
© blue-sidez — do not translate, re-distribute or copy my work.
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kookie-chimchim · 4 months ago
BTS reacting to you having multiple orgasms
➳ pairing : dom!members x f!reader
➳ genre : smut, explicit.
➳ summary : BTS members reacting to you having multiple orgasms during sex.
➳ rating : 18+ (nsfw)
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➳ warnings : language, rough sex, spanking, unprotected sex (be safe irl!), oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms (f!receiving), dirty talking, daddy kink.
— masterlist
➳ requests : closed.
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➳ a/n : uh... let’s just say that this is a fruit of the violence I had to went through after they released the concept group photo :p
Gif credits to the rightful owner :)
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Kim Namjoon ;
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The sound of skin slapping against skin intensifies with each passing second, your heightened sensations overwhelming you. Namjoon grabs a fistful of your hair, his nipples brushing against your back as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Look at you, such a mess for daddy.”
You could only whimper in response, your hands gripping on the bedsheets for dear life. He groans, pounding into your cunt, relentless. You know that you can’t last any longer. Your pussy, still highly sensitive from the previous orgasms, starts pulsating around his cock yet again, signalling the approaching orgasm.
“You’re gonna cum again, hmm? Someone is really lewd today, cumming all over daddy’s cock again and again.” Namjoon growls, reaching for your clit and rolling it in tight circles. You let out a choked moan, your thighs shaking as for the third time — you feel your walls clenching around his dick.
Kim Seokjin ;
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You writhe on the bed, moaning while jin sucks on your clit, his fingers buried deep inside your core. He grazes his teeth on your clit, the pleasure coil snapping almost immediately, waves of ecstasy crashing down on you.
“You’re a whole fucking meal, baby.” He laps up your cunt, making sure to swallow each drop you offered to him. After a moment, he climbs up on your body, joining your bodies together. You groan at the feeling of his cock stretching your pussy, grabbing onto his shoulders. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he picks up speed, stimulating your g-spot with each thrust.
“Jin– I’ll– I’m gonna–” You whimper, nails digging into his skin as you get closer to another release. He takes the hint and changes the position of his hips to touch all those spots deep inside you. Within a few more minutes, you scream his name, your orgasm flooding your senses.
“Gosh.” Jin groans, his pace slowing down, “You feel so good.”
Min Yoongi ;
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“Once more, please.” You mewl softly, bent over the kitchen island and shaking from your previous orgasm. With an approving growl, Yoongi slams his cock back in you, almost making you scream by the force. His grip on your ass tightens as he drives inside you roughly, his mouth finding it’s purchase on your neck.
You reach down to touch your clit, the sensitive nub swollen by now, demanding attention. But he notices quickly, swatting your hand away with his and playing with your clit between his index and thumb. You cry out his name, hissing in pleasure as he hits your cervix with his dick, the sloppy sounds of you two fucking bouncing off the walls.
“So needy, and such a fucking brat.” Yoongi grunts, sucking on the juncture of your neck. A few more hard thrusts, and you’re spasming around his cock, crying out in pleasure.
Jung Hoseok ;
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His strong arms push you more against the closed door, his cock deep buried in your cunt as he moves, hissing. Hoseok growls as he feels your inner walls squeezing him, his voice raspy.
“Such a naughty baby, so desperate to cum around my cock again, huh? Squeezing me like that?”
“More! I’m so close...”
He picks up pace, his pelvis grinding against your clit, making you scream his name. You gasp, shuddering when you feel your orgasm blazing fiery trails all over you. Hoseok cradles you in his arms, his pace turning sloppy.
Park Jimin ;
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You choke out a breathe, his hips snapping against your ass deliciously. Jimin rolls his hips to stimulate your g-spot, a gasp escaping you in pure ecstasy. His right hand covers your mouth, his hot breathe fanning over your neck, “No baby don’t make sounds.”
You mumble incoherently, pushing your ass back. Jimin groans, spanking your ass while he fucks you.
“Does feel good, hmm?” he murmurs, licking your earlobe briefly. He pounds into your cunt mercilessly. Your head lolls back in pleasure, your toes curling as you squeeze his cock happily, inching towards another orgasm. He growls, moving harder against you, pushing you closer to the release. Your body convulses, and jimin grunts, “You look so sexy when you cum for me, love.”
Kim Taehyung ;
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“Come on babygirl, ride me.” Taehyung whispers softly, trailing kisses along your jaw.
You anchor yourself using his shoulders, moving slowly on him, hitting all those spots inside you as he helps you to move. His hands on your waist, he leans down to suck your collarbone. A gasp escapes you, your face morphing in pleasure when he starts bouncing you on his cock. He catches your lips in a hungry kiss, muffling the loud whimpers you are making.
Before long, you feel his left hand brushing against your clit. He rolls it between his thumb and index finger, the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening as he stimulates you just perfectly.
“You’re gonna cum for me again, huh?” His growl is covered up by your loud moan, your cunt fluttering around his dick. “Such a good girl, always listening to me.”
Jeon Jungkook ;
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“Jungkook—” You whimper, looking at him through dazed eyes as he slides in and out of your pussy, his thrusts deep and hard.
“What is it baby? Tell me.” He kisses you hungrily, his big hands squeezing your breasts. You move your hips to match his pace, his cock touching your cervix with each snap.
“I’m gonna cum again if you keep— doing t-this!” You moan, squeezing his dick with your inner walls. Jungkook smirks at that, placing your legs around his waist and diving right into your cunt with full force. He leans down to lick your left nipple, his pelvis grinding against your clit.
“Is that so? Feeling desperate tonight aren’t we?” His husky voice sends a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes, moaning and whimpering as you feel yourself getting closer to another release.
“Jungkook!” You scream, your cunt pulsating around his cock.
“Fuck!” Jungkook groans, sighing from the feeling of your warm, tight core wrapping him. “You’re such a goddess, taking my cock like that and cumming all over it.”
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I’ll try to procrastinate less 🥴 thank you so much once again I hope that you’re taking care ❤️ ily ❤️
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knjdilfs · 2 months ago
—bts fic recs masterlist
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↯ here is a compilation of fic recommendation masterlists
ggukkiereads - jk sports au list, jk list, knj list, bts list
namjoon fic recs
knj fic recs
hying line fic rec
seoksinjin (angst list)
moonchild1 - jk fic rec
[UPDATED 14.07.21]
↯ check my pinned for other bts compilations & ml
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parkdatjimin · 15 days ago
Have you ever go crazy when you trying to find new smutty jm fic but all you can see is other members' fic instead? No hate for other members. It's just you're currently feeling for the certain member but other member pop out dhdjdhksdkaks im sorry i just want to find new fics😩😩
(a rant from me)
Mood. Been there, babe. This is a very quick insanely short list I put together just for you. I hope it helps! (fics are listed by length) There are so many more impressive fics out there but these were the first that came to mind! (I suck at making fic rec lists sorry lmao!)
Can you help? by @xiaokoo 1K
Good for me by @7deadlysinsfics 1.6K
Test drive @bratkook 1.8K
A needy desperate fuck up by @kookscrescent 3.1K
Hands to yourself by @personasintro 3.6K
Acquaintances with benefits by @kimnjss 3.8K
Baby fever by @writtenwhalien 3.9K
Flirt by @chateautae 4K
Sweeter than sweet by @minlucent 5.3K
5280 feet @xbaepsae 5.8K
Hooked by @parkdatjimin 8K (shameless self promotion lol)
Important ass-et @bangtanhome 8.4K
Exhaust by @jungk0oksthighs 9K
Point of no return by @wwilloww 10.2K
Ignorantly, yours @ot7always 10.6K
Cherry flavored by @ppersonna 10.7K
You got me by @parkdatjimin 20.6K (asdfghjkl hi again)
Believe it by @writtenwhalien 28.7K
💜💜💜💜💜💜 if anyone has some fics to add feel free! I hope all the links work 👉👈
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