#park jimin request

[jkvjimin]

mint maknae line (cr. namuspromised)

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[katnisspeetaprim]

Always, Us (Suchwita)

Min Yoongi/FemIdol!Reader Requests open!

Warnings: Established relationship, discussion of pregnancy and marriage, idol!au

Word Count: 1506 M.list

‘Today on suchwita, we have someone people have wanted for a long while.’ Yoongi addressed the cameras as you stood at the side, excitedly waiting for your cue. Since Yoongi started his show, fans had wanted you to make an appearance, but there was never a good enough reason for you to appear until now. You don’t know if the reason fans wanted you here because they genuinely liked you, or if they just wanted to be nosey about your relationship now that it was public. Either way, you were happy to do this for Yoongi.

‘It’s Y/N of the group Prima.’ He stood from his seat and welcomed you with a bow, before pulling your chair out for you. You feigned shock as you sat down.

‘This is how you know cameras are around. He’s acting like a gentleman.’

‘YAH! Don’t say that!’ He snorted with a laugh as he sat down opposite you. ‘I’m always kind.’

‘Sure if you say so.’

‘I’m sure you noticed I got your favourite alcohol here. I’ll keep it for myself if you carry on.’ He smirked, gesturing to the various colourful bottles on the table.

‘You wanna play that game?’  You challenged, leaning forwards with a smirk to match his own. Yoongi relented, leaning back and waving his hands with a smile.

‘Ok, we’re getting off topic and we haven’t even started yet.’ You also relaxed, but you knew you had won that round.

‘As I was aying, this is your favourite. Let me pour you a glass.’ You held out your glass and thanked him as he poured.

‘People have been curious about us since we went public right?’ You asked, getting right into why you were there.

‘Yes.’ He agreed, drinking from his own glass. ‘How did it feel for you to finally be open after having to hide it for so long?’ Yoongi had given you a brief run down of the kind of questions that would be asked the night before, so that you could prepare, though you didn’t want to just write and memorise a script, especially when it came to your love life. You wanted your words to be as natural as possible.

‘It felt good to not have to sneak around. I know you were relieved too.’ Yoongi nodded in agreement.

‘It made me feel like we were a couple of horny teenagers sneaking out at night.’ He laughed.

‘Oh yeah you’re right! But looking back I don’t know why we hid it so long. People have been shipping us since we first met pretty much.’ You smiled warmly, thinking back to when you posted a picture of yourself and a young trainee Yoongi onto your groups twitter account. Yoongi wasn’t well know back then, but your fans were curious about your connection to the young trainee.

‘Do you remember how we met?’ Yoongi asked, smoothly moving the conversation along. You didn’t answer right away. You looked down as a subtle blush spread across your cheeks as you thought of the memory.

‘Why are you blushing? Don’t get shy now!’ Yoongi laughed as he called you out.

‘Shut up.’ You mumbled, all in good fun.

‘Ok. I was late for rehearsal and I ended up barging into your guys room by accident.’ You cringe at that part. ‘ You all stared at me and I was so embarrassed, but you also offended me that day!!’ Yoongi raised his eyebrows questioningly. Had he really?

‘Yes!’ You exclaimed, making him a little nervous. ‘You didn’t know who I was! Even though I debuted like 2 years before that!’ Yoongi sighed in relief and rolled his eyes.

‘I told you before! I didn’t know many current groups back then! I was too busy trying to debut myself.’

‘Yeah, sure.’ You crossed your arms with a pout.

‘Why are you pressed about that still? It was over a decade ago!’

‘That’s not the point! I’m your senior so you should respect me!’ Yoongi choked out and exasperated laugh, before he addressed the crew.

‘do you see what I deal with on a daily basis?’

‘You see! This is what I mean.’ You laughed whilst gesturing towards him. ‘No respect...’ Yoongi shook his head, laughing at the interaction.

‘You know, my mom keeps asking me when we’re going to give her grand kids.’ You froze and internally cursed him for bringing up this topic. It’s not like you don’t want babies with him, it just never felt like the right time to try. Especially now with his military service coming up...

‘I always thought we’d try after your enlistment, but we never really discussed it....’ You confessed, feeling the energy of the room die slightly. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your answer, but he covered it up by rubbing his face.

You weren’t lying when you said it hadn’t been talked about, so your answer definitely caught him off guard.

‘We also need to find time for a wedding.’ He played it off cooly, trying to move on with a joke. You frowned to yourself. His reaction was strange. This definitely needed more investigating.

The remainder of filming flew by. You’d managed to avoid any more awkwardness after that and put on a good show. You were fairly certain that part would be cut anyway. It may have been a little too personal to bring it up in that way in hindsight....

‘So, do you want to talk about what you said?’ Both you and Yoongi were sat in his car in the parking lot. You could get a lift from the company driver, but Yoongi proffered the freedom of being able to drive himself. ‘About having kids?’ He looked over to you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Looking down at your hands in your lap, you began to speak.

‘I meant what I said. I want kids with you, but I ... also don’t want to give up my career...’ You trailed off. He sucked in a breath at your words, but stayed silent. ‘I just said that about your enlistment because I didn’t know what else to say.’ You sniffled slightly, but you were determined to not get upset. Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your thigh and leaned across the console.

‘Hey. You won’t loose your career. You really think Bang PD would let you go after all these years?’ He spoke soothingly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop a few tears escaping your eyes.

‘I know it’s stupid to think this way but-‘ Yoongi quickly shook his head.

‘Don’t talk like that. If you’re upset it’s not stupid, ok?’ He had now moved his hand to the back of your neck, rubbing calming circles into your skin. You slowly looked up at him to see him giving you a reassuring smile. You were unable to stop yourself from reaching up and pulling him into a hug, or as much as you could manage with the gear box between you.

‘I’m sorry I got upset.’ You mumbled into his neck. He craned his neck to place a kiss on the side of your head.

‘Nothing to be sorry for.’ You both stayed like that for a few relaxing moment as you calmed down. Pulling back, you wiped at your eyes before quickly pecking his lips.

‘We need to talk properly at some point, but right now I need you to take me home so I can stuff my face with ice cream.’ Yoongi broke out into his iconic gummy smile as he stared at you.

‘You must be feeling better if you can crack jokes. Now put your seatbelt on woman.’ Yoongi pulled out of the parking lot and started the journey home. You both sat in comfortable silence, only the sounds of the quiet radio played in the car. You thought back to the filming, when you suddenly remembered something he so casually said during the interview.

‘So...’ He glanced at you briefly, before looking back to the road. ‘What was that about a wedding?’  You smirked when he choked on his own spit and clearing his throat.

‘Ah yeah. That...’

‘You haven’t even proposed to me.’ You teased, hoping he might get a hint. Yoongi fully looked at you when he pulled up to a traffic light, smile tugging at his lips.

‘Do you want me to?’

‘I certainly wouldn’t be oppose to the idea!’ You both sent coy smiles to each other and that was that. Conversation over.’ The two of you didn’t need to get married to know you loved each other, but having said that...

And thus, a few weeks later, Korea woke to the news that you and Yoongi had secretly eloped and made your marriage official.

You had a lot of explaining to do to your parents, but you got out of it by promising that you would have a ‘proper’ ceremony at a later date. For now though, you were both content with how things were.

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[jimimn]

happy cuties ♡ (for anon) (cr. namuspromised)

#btsgif #jimin #taehyung #vmin #bts #park jimin #kim taehyung #v #* #*jm #*th #*vmin #*requests #im so sorry this is super late but i hope you see this anon and i hope u like it <3 :(

[joonsy2k]

★ pairings - Jimin x Fem!Reader

★ genre - smut , fluff.

★ summary - You were always told tales of a being that watched over you while you slept, you never knew that this being had an infatuation with you and would one day visit you in your dreams.

★ warnings - Dom!Jimin, Sub!Reader, somnophilia ( kind of ig ), Jimin being obsessive, dirty talk, lotta praise, use of angel, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex ( don't be silly wrap your willy ), riding, not proof read, spelling mistakes ( i'm dyslexic )

Jimin had been watching you ever since he could remember. He would frequently stand in the dark shadows of your room, watching as you drifted into peaceful slumbers that he had granted to you. Sometimes, he even dared to venture into the deepest parts of your mind, into your dreams.

He never got too close, it wasn't his place to interfere in your dreams but from afar he would add his own touch to your dreams, add things that would make you smile, and he always kept the nightmares away.

That was his job, to protect you from all the things that could possibly hurt you, wether it was in a dream state or not,

One day though, he ventured too far. He came too close to you.

When you were younger your mother had told you stories of a being who watched over everyone as they slept, a being who protected people from their own minds horrors. She called him the sandman.

It was a comfort to you when you were a child but as you grew older it began to sound like an old wives tale and your belief in the sandman dimished to just a story your mother told you to help you sleep at night.

Until one cold night when you were older, tucked up in your bed as you drifted into an uneasy sleep. Pictures of dark figures haunted your mind that night, watching you from dark corners of your apartment, you had felt the world closing in on you but you were pulled out, stolen a way by what you thought was a guardian angel.

The images plaguing your mind were wiped away with one swipe of your guardian angels hand and were replaced by bright walls, soft carpeted floors and a window where the moon shone onto the silk bedspread. It was your childhood home, your safeplace where you could be free from the horrors of the world.

Your guardian angel laid you down and tucked you in, tender fingers brushed over the loose strands of hair covering your pale face, the gentleness felt so real. You knew you were in a dream but some part of you wished and prayed that this was real, that this was happening.

"I'll always be here to protect you, my angel." The voice sounded distant. You felt a pair of soft lips press against your forehead and as you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of your dreary bedroom back in your lonely apartment, you were alone but you could still feel the ghost like feeling of soft lips on your temple.

You knew then, the sandman was not just a story from you were little. He was real and you knew, he was always watching over you.

The subway was full but what did you expect? Coming home this late at night it was bound to be full of drunkards and business men on their way home from their late working jobs.

And then there was you, coming home from a horrific blind date that your friend had set you up on. You thought this one would be different but once again, you were wrong.

You had at least expected to get something out of the date. Maybe you would bring the guy home, you'd fool around and then in the morning he would leave like nothing had ever happened but no, your friend had set you up with some low class lawyer who couldn't take his eyes off of your waitress's ass.

So, you had make up an excuse to leave early and now here you were, tugging down your low cut dress to hide your ass from peering drunkards, you were not that desperate.

The train ride home felt like hours long but eventually you were trudging up the lobby stairs to your shitty one bedroom apartment.

You kicked off your shoes as soon as you were inside and headed straight to your bedroom, well not before leaving a small bowl of milk by your living room window for the stray cat that visited every night.

After changing into your night clothes you laid on your bed, legs spread and laptop at the ready. If some blind date wasn't going to satisfy you, you were sure going to satisfy yourself.

You scrolled and scrolled until you found the perfecr vidoe, pressing play and slipping your hands into your pants. The sound of moans and groans filled your room and you pumped one finger in and out of you slowly..

But it wasn't enough even as you neared your orgasm you felt a pit in your stomach and it wasn't the good kind. Your ending was not a happy one and with an exsaperated sigh you shut down your laptop and burried under duvet, core still throbbing with an unfinished arrival.

You tossed and turned in your bed, peaceful sleep was so far but eventually your mind went blank and you were shrouded by darkness, sleeping at last.

Jimin thought you looked so angelic as you slept, he couldn't help but sit beside you, hand running down the curves of your hip.

He had watched you struggle to reach your climax but he was here now, Jimin knew that he was the only one who could satisfy your needs. He was the only one who could look after you and it pained him to see that you felt the need to chase after men who would never be what you needed.

You stirred in your sleep when his hands reached the waistline of your trousers, your eyes fluttering open to be greeted with a smiling Jimin, his eyes crinkling upwards.

Launching backwards caused him to land on his knees on your lumpy matress, hand coming forward to caress your cheek.

"Hey, don't be scared, It's me, just trying to look after you, angel." His touch felt so familiar, so comforting and so right. His fingers snuck into your panties, dancing over your wet folds "Told you i would always look after you, didn't I?"

With widened eyes, you finally recognised the face in front of you, you didn't know his name but you knew that this was the man, or being, who had saved you from that terrible nightmare years ago. The one who had soothed you back to sleep with a simple kiss, the man whose hands were now rubbing gently and your delicate clit.

Slowly, you relaxed under his fingers "There you go, you remember now, don't you?" Jimin grinned, he knew you felt safe with him, he could tell by the way you shuddered at his touch and the way you didn't fight to move his hand, you were enjoying this.

"How does that feel?" He questioned, fingers speeding up to rub circular patterns on your clit as his free hand rubbed the side of your face.

"Feels so good.." You muttered, the question of asking his name hanging off of your tongue.

"Jimin." The man in question answered.

His face moved closer to yours, lips trapping yours in a sweet kiss. He tasted oddly like you expected the night would taste, you couldn't fully describe it but it felt like a thousand stars were dancing on your lips that caused your mind to go hazy.

With his teeth enveloping your bottom lip with a small nip, your back arched, stomach swirling with butterflies. You squirmed under Jimin's touch.

"Uh uh, stay still for me, angel." The once soothing grip on your hip was now replaced by Jimin's firm grip, holding your hip in place to stop you from squirming "Don't cum just yet, ok."

You whined aloud when his fingers slipped out of your panties, leaving you feeling awfully cold and tense without the release you were so close to, it made him chuckle to see how desperate he made you feel.

He crawled on top of you. His midnight hair fell over his face covering those dark eyes that you swore were full of stars glinting in the moon light from your window, with one swift motion he had grabbed your wrist and moved it over to his erection, he moved your hand to rub over his pants.

"You feel that?" He let out a soft sigh at your touch "That's all for you, all for my angel." His words made you weak and you fumbled to undo the buttons of his jeans, the zipper slipping out of your hands.

A sweet laughter filled your ears, the dark haired boy moved to pin your wrists above your head, thumb rubbing at the soft skin. His free hand pulled down his own zipper in one swift motion, pulling his pants down and throwing them to some forgotten corner of your room. Then, he did the same with his shirt and then your clothes were thrown away.

"Please, need you." He stroked the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit, teasing you before his hands laced into yours and his hips thrust to bury himself deep inside of you with a small hiss.

You shuffled underneath him. He was bigger than you expected and your walls strechted to accomodate his size. It took you a moment but his slow thrusts soon helped you to adjust.

His lips met yours again, he moaned into your mouth, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

Your mouth fell open in a soft moan as he gripped your hips "Been waiting to fuck you for so long." Jimin mumbled almost breathlessly.

His thrusts were painfully slow and you pulled away from his lips, head falling backwards onto your pillow "Too slow, faster, please Jimin, please."

You felt the tip of his cock nudge at your g-spot, his lips curving to a smile that you felt on your, his tongue darting out to lick a small stripe up to his ear where he whispered "So desperate for me," his hips snapped forward, pushing your legs up to your chest allowed his thrusts to speed up considerably "No one else can fuck you like this, can they?" His jaw clenched.

Your lack of an answer must have annoyed him because he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that caused you to whine "You're the only one who can fuck me like this," your back arched as he continuesly hit your g-spot.

"That's it," Jimin reached down to between your legs, rubbing at your clit again. Your core clenched around him, eyes watering. You could feel that so familiar knot begin to build up in your stomach and clearly Jimin sensed it too "You close, angel? cum for me, c'mon."

Your body trembled as your orgasm washed over, fingers tangling into Jimin's hair, biting down hard on your bottom lip. You were surprised that you didn't draw blood.

Jimin's thrusts started to falter and it was apparent that he was also close and soon enough he spilt his seed inside of you, his head dropping into the crook of your neck with a shaky breath "Fuck." He muttered.

For a while you both stayed there, wrapped in each others arms until you felt your eyelids become heavy, you let out a yawn and Jimin rose from his position.

Jimin grabbed your bed covers, tucking them up beneath chin, he stroked your hair from your face and for the second time in your life, pressed his lips against the temple of your head.

"I will always look after you," he mumbled to your sleeping form "my angel." and with that.. he was gone

You woke up from your dream state with the feeling of his lips still on your forehead just like before.

Jimin was gone for now but you knew, you would see him again.

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[piedinthepiper]

Disease ˖ ⊹

Doctor!Jimin x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve had a sore throat for months now, good thing Doctor Jimin has a cure.

Warnings: dark content, dubcon ish, corruption, smut, mention of bullying, yandere?

Wc: 2.3 k

A/n: wrote a little something based on this request! Reader is innocent in the beginning, but throughout you will discover that she’s not innocent at all, but not in a sexual way… This is a great concept, but this is just so unserious. But I had to! It was right in front of me and I had to!

Another A/n: This is also written based on my firm belief that all doctors were pretentious nerds in high school. Because no one gets grades like that from actually having a life.

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

Another disclaimer: I’m not a doctor, everything is off Google! Some technical terms might me wrong, don’t sue me! Also it’s a really stupid story, it’s pure fiction! If any doctor or medical personnel ever does this to you it’s not ok! Ok?

“Y/n y/l/n.”

Your name was heard throughout the waiting room. You smiled at the woman in scrubs, getting up from your seat to follow her. You clutched your bag to your side. Anxiously walking down the hallway.

“Dr. Park will be with you in a minute.”

She smiled as she stopped, holding the door open for you. You walked into the empty doctor’s office. She closed the door behind you, leaving you alone. You sat down in the chair, placing your purse carefully in your lap. You let out a deep breath. Being in a doctor’s office was just scary. You knew it was safe and all that. It was just something about giving a random person information about yourself that made you nervous. The sterile room that so many people had received bad news in. You were dreading the thought of you also receiving such news in that room. The possibility of not knowing if you’re terminally ill or if you just have a flu. Well, that was why you were there in the first place. The door opened, and your face turned in its direction.

“Good morning, ms. y/l/n, right?”

A sweet calming voice erupted from the man. You nodded and stood up to shake his hand. He sat down opposite of you, starting to click and type on his computer. You nervously looked down at your hands, waiting for him to talk again.

“I see you’ve had a sore throat for quite some time now. Is that the reason you’re here today?”

You looked back up at him again. He was leaning forwards on the desk on his elbows. His hands neatly put together.

“Yes, it’s like I’ve had a cold for months now. It just won’t go away.”

He nodded and typed something on his computer.

“Have you noticed any swelling in your lymph nodes?”

He asked still focused on the computer screen. You thought for a second.

“I don’t know, I haven’t checked.”

He nodded at your answer.

“Any peculiar or ugly coughs? Like slime coughs or even blood?”

“There was this one time where there were a little blood.”

He looked back at you, clearly concerned about what you told him.

“How much?”

You shook your head.

“Very little, it was more the taste of blood. Nothing visible.”

He went back to typing.

“And it was only once.”

You added, trying to make the whole situation sound a little better. It wasn’t even that bad, it was probably just because you had been coughing so much that day, your throat was so sore that a little cut appeared. But it was the reason you decided to go to the doctor in the first place.

“Ok, are you ok with me examining you a little?”

He asked calmly, his full attention back to you. You sighed but nodded. He got up from his chair and pointed to the bed looking thing with a long sheet of paper on it. You got up as well and followed him, jumping slightly to get up on it. You wiped your clammy hands on your jeans, trying your best to calm down. He put on white latex gloves and came over to you, positioning himself between your legs. You straightened your back a little.

“Look up for me.”

You did as asked and looked up at the ceiling. His gloved hands immediately went to your neck. Slightly pushing on the sides of it.

“Does this hurt?”

He asked and you nodded slightly.

“Your lymph nodes are quite swollen actually. It’s weird that you haven’t noticed.”

He said as he quickly moved to your stomach. Your back quickly straightened even more at the sudden contact.

“Just relax for me, I don’t bite.”

He jokingly said. You let out a small laugh and tried your best to relax. He put pressure on your waist.

“Does this hurt?”

He asked and looked you directly in your eyes while his hands roamed your waist. You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He stopped.

“Do you mind taking your sweater off?”

He asked calmly, looking down at where his hands were seconds ago. You panicked for a second, not knowing what to answer.

“Your sweater is quite thick, it’s purely so I can examine you correctly, ms. y/l/n.”

You nodded and started taking off your sweater.

“Of course.”

You mumbled as you pulled it over your head, leaving you in just a black bra. Goosebumps littered your skin at the sudden contact with the cold air. For a second you saw him looking at you, mouth slightly open. It made you uncomfortable, the look was not a professional one.

“Amazing.”

He said and licked his lip slightly before finding your waist again. You tried your best not to freak out at how close he was now. You felt so much more vulnerable now that you were half naked.

“Does it hurt now?”

He asked and did the same motion he did earlier. You shook your head again.

“Can you turn to the side for me?”

He almost whispered. You turned to the side, placing one leg at the floor for stability. You felt his hands slide up your back, pushing at some spots and asking if they hurt. You suddenly felt the cold touch of a stethoscope on your back.

“Breathe slowly in for me.”

You took a deep breath.

“Keep going, keep going for me, y/n.”

You breathed out once those words escaped his mouth. He didn’t say it like a doctor would. There was something behind it you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Try again.”

He uttered and you did. You managed to hold your breath.

“Good girl.”

He said as you breathed out again, making you cough.

“That cough doesn’t sound very good.”

He said as he stepped back into your view. You positioned yourself fully back on the bed.

“I’ll examine your mouth now, ok? Tell me if anything feels too uncomfortable.”

You nodded.

“Open up.”

You did as he commanded. He put two of his gloved fingers flat on your tongue.

“Wider, please.”

You opened your mouth as far as you could. He pointed a flashlight down your throat. Tears started forming in your eyes as his fingers almost choked you.

“Looks like you got some tonsils down there.”

His fingers slowly slid out of your mouth and you closed it and swallowed whatever spit had occurred during the examination. He started removing his gloves, throwing them in the nearest bin. He came back to you and placed himself close to you again. So close that it would be awkward to reach for your sweater that had fell to the floor.

“They’re not big enough to remove just yet. They might shrink if you do the right things.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to get a little bit of modesty.

“What do you recommend?”

You asked him.

“Take cough syrup and cough drops, drink as much warm beverages as possible.”

You sighed.

“But I’ve been doing that for months now, and it hasn’t helped as far as I’m concerned.”

You said and looked down, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with him that close. He hummed in understanding, stepping slightly away. You took the chance to reach for your sweater again. But his arm stopped you. You sat back up, looking at him confused.

“There is another solution. It’s a bit- well. Unorthodox.”

“What?”

You asked, willing to do whatever he told you. You didn’t want to walk around with a constant sore throat for the rest of your life.

“Do you have a partner?”

He asked. You shook your head, still confused about where he was going with this.

“That’s a shame. You see, recent research has found out that fresh and warm semen can do wonders for a sore throat.”

You swallowed feeling the saliva sting your sore throat. You knew what he was aiming at, you weren’t dumb. Or at least you didn’t think so.

“Really?”

You asked, not convinced that he was actually asking you to blow him.

“Yeah, I’m a doctor, you can trust me.”

You nodded and stepped off the bed, hearing the thin sheet of paper slightly rip. You looked him in the eyes as you sunk down to the floor. Letting your hands drag down his body.

“Woah ok. Didn’t know you were that desperate.”

His hand went to your face as you positioned yourself on you knees.

“I’m just doing this to get better, alright?”

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll help you.”

He was quick to answer, almost eager. You started working on his belt, trying to get it done as quick as possible. Maybe you were dumb, maybe he tricked you to give him a blow job. The thought definitely crossed your mind. But like he said, he was a doctor, he knew this better than you. And after months of trying everything to cure your throat, you were willing to try just one more thing.

You pulled his half hard dick out, giving it a few pumps. It was a good size, even at its half hard stage. You were about to put your lips to it, but his hand reaches your forehead.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?”

He asked with a sly grin. You looked confused at him. He clicked his tongue, hissing slightly.

“Well, I don’t offer this to every patient that comes in with a sore throat. Maybe a thank you, a little begging for my help would work?”

You mentally cursed yourself, but you were too far in to back out now. You let one of your bra straps fall down your shoulder as you looked up at him with doe like eyes. Your hand started jerking him slowly.

“Please, Dr. Park. Please let me suck your cock. You’re the only one that can help my sore throat.”

His eyes changed from slyness to horniness at your words.

“Good girl, you deserve a cure for that throat.”

You kissed his tip.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Park.”

You said before your mouth covered his tip. You started sucking on it watching his face twist in pleasure.

“That’s it.”

He whispered as you swallowed his cock. His head turned to the ceiling, as a moan escaped his lips. You started bobbing your head up and down, not wasting any time and keeping a steady rhythm. His hands reached your hair, grabbing a fistful. He didn’t force you to go deeper, he just held your hair as some sort of stability for himself.

“I always knew you were a little slut. Sucking me dry in my office with other patients waiting outside.”

He started talking dirty once the initial pleasure wave was over. Swearing in between his words.

“I’ve waited for this for so long. Fuck- Ever since I first saw you I’ve wondered what those lips looked like around my cock.”

You choked at his sudden comment, his hand in your hair stopping you from removing yourself of said cock. You started going faster instead, wanting this to stop so you didn’t have to listen to his creepy speech.

“You remember me from high school right?”

You now realised you were very very dumb, as your mind raced through your memories from high school. Park Jimin, the nerdy weirdo in science class. You would always catch him stare at you, but you couldn’t remember ever speaking to him. Well, except for when you and your friends would call him names and break his glasses. He pushed his hips forward, making you choke again.

“Of course you don’t. You were too popular. But- shit. Look at me now.”

You looked up at him with teary eyes. His hand went from your hair to your cheek, and caressed it carefully.

“I made a shit load of money to have you sucking my dick today. Shit- I have the most gorgeous girl from high school blowing me right now. Finally.”

He started moving his hips, you knew he was close.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

He moaned as you felt the warmth of his seed fill your mouth. You waited for it all, not wanting to have any of it actually hit your skin. You swallowed, before you got up again. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, giving him a deadly look.

“I remember you, you little freak. You were disgusting back then and you still are to this day.”

You erupted adjusting your bra strap back over your shoulder.

“There you are, that’s the y/n I remember. Always something mean to say.”

He said as he tucked himself back, that sly look creeping back onto his face.

“Who’s the bully now, y/n?”

You snarled at him and turned around to get your sweater from the floor. You were ready to leave and change doctors immediately. But before you could get up again you felt his body crash into yours, pushing you up against that bed thing. He bent you over it, whispering in your ear.

“You were always the meanest. And I loved it. I loved you so much. I practically worshipped you.”

His groin was pushed up against your butt. You felt his bulge growing by the second as he took a deep sniff of your hair.

“Please, let me go. I’m sorry, I’m sorry ok?!”

You practically screamed, now afraid of the boy you never thought would be able to overpower you. But that was in high school. He was a man now.

“I will let you go, y/n. I’m not like you.”

But before he did as promised he got a good grip of your tits. Letting out a satisfied moan.

“Even better than I thought they would feel.”

He whispered before stepping away from you slowly. You immediately got away from him, quickly throwing the sweater back on your body.

“Remember that I had the power today, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards the door. You stopped, and didn’t speak before your hand was placed firmly on the handle.

“Whatever you fucking weirdo.”

You said and opened the door, not looking back. You regretted being this fucking dumb. Falling for his trick, thinking that he had good intentions. The worst part was that it didn’t even get any better.

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[secretsecretbunny]

i have a request for bts’ jimin (fake text), his idol!girlfriend is a big fan of a boy group and during a ceremony he sees her looking at her bias a lot so he sends her a text

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[namchyoon]

jimin eating kimchi fried rice ♡ for anon ♡

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[7ndipity]

Helping him learn English

Jimin x Reader

Summary: A comforting moment with Jimin and his s/o, who's helping him study.

Warnings: none, I think

A/N: Thank you to @tpiliper for the request! It's a little short, but it made me smile!

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"How's it going?" You asked, returning from the kitchen with another cup of tea.

Jimin sat hunched over the coffee table, which was currently covered by several language books, his brow furrowed in frustration.

"There's no way people can actually do this!" He whined at you, gesturing to the list of adverbs you'd given him.

A few weeks ago, he'd mentioned wanting to learn more English and asked if you would be willing to help him study, to which you'd obviously said yes.

"It just takes practice." You said patiently. You knew he was a perfectionist and was always so determined to do the best at everything he did. So in something this, where you're constantly running into blocks or walls to overcome, it was beyond frustrating for him.

He groaned, flopping back against the couch. "It doesn't make any sense!"

"That's because English doesn't make any sense." You said honestly, earning you a scoff of laughter from him.

"Aren't you supposed to say something a bit more reassuring?" He asked, running a hand through his hair for the fifth time in ten minutes.

"I'm saying that what you're doing is difficult, so you should be more forgiving of yourself." You placed a hand on his. "You're doing fine, Chim, it just takes time."

He nodded without looking up at you, trying quell the discouragement in his chest.

"I love you." You said softly.

He grinned, finally meeting your eye. "I already knew that."

"I know, just felt like reminding you." You kissed his cheek.

"I could do with a better reminder than that." He teased, pulling you into a proper kiss and making you giggle against his lips.

"Now, about those adverbs."

"Oh, God no."

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[eoieopda]

HELLO IT IS I, THE CHAOS DEMON WHO CAN READ YOUR MIND.

HEREBY OFFICIALLY REQUESTING A SEQUEL TO THE VMIN DRABBLE.

AND LIKE. LISTEN. IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED TO MAKE IT A LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTLE LONGER WE'LL ALL LOOK THE OTHER WAY.

(like if you need to do five times the wc, i swear, we'll all be really cool about it)

(or eight times. you know. things happen. the hand slips. we get it.)

because. uh. i'm afraid to report that I'm gonna need the FULL story here. beginning to end. like i need every detail until someone goes home.

the one with the hall pass pt. ii

summary: you and your boyfriend have everything important in common — especially your taste in men. pairing: kim taehyung x reader x park jimin au: established relationship (kth x reader) type: drabble (sequel, smut) wc: 2.6k rating: 18+ — minors do not have my consent to interact. cw: jimin’s pov; reader is afab + referred to (minimally) with she/her pronouns; sexual orientation isn’t explicitly designated for anyone, but it's implied that everybody is queer to some extent; unprotected (t) + protected (j) piv penetration; big dick™️ kim taehyung; jimin kinda doms?; lil bit of praise + spit + bulge kinks; spit-roasting; oral (m receiving) + deep throating; voyeurism, i guess?; overstimulation + squirting; cum eating; jimin is in his feelings; aftercare; the ending is up to interpretation. a/n: it’s finally here — the rest of the one with the hall pass, which was initially requested by @here2bbtstrash ✨ this picks up where pt. i left off, but there’s barely a plot to be found, so it’s not necessarily… necessary to have read that first.

For as long as Jimin can remember, he’s been the butt of the joke for being so hopelessly unlucky. 

All thumbs.

He’s the one laughing now, it seems, with you sprawled out naked and half-spent between his legs, using his thigh as a pillow, and Taehyung on his knees at Jimin’s side. With one of those thumbs flicking idly over your left nipple and the other tucked into the wet heat of Taehyung’s hollowed-out cheeks. 

Likewise, he’s teased Taehyung for that oral fixation of his for years, and — well, Jimin feels a bit differently about it now that it’s being fixated on him.

Funny how quickly tables turn.

He tears his eyes off Taehyung to glance down at you, only to find that your starry eyes are already watching him. As much as he loves that fuck-drunk look on your face, Jimin can’t help but drink down the rest of you. His gaze keeps spilling — over your bare chest, your soft stomach, down down down to the knees resting coquettishly against one another.

“How the fuck,” he sighs, turning his head back to his best friend, “Do you get anything done with this one around?”

Taehyung releases Jimin’s thumb with a pop. “That’s the thing…” Beaming, all sparkly and fond, he sighs, “I don’t.” 

And when you laugh, your boyfriend’s cheeks go pink. He ducks his head sheepishly, like that sweet shyness will make either you or Jimin want to look anywhere else. He can't imagine doing so; he can't imagine that you get much done with Taehyung around, either. Now, Jimin has butterflies in his stomach all over again — twice as many as when he first barged into your apartment like an opportunistic bull in a china shop, twice as busy.

If he thinks too hard about it, he really might start tearing up. There’s the insane extent to which the two of you adore each other, and the fact that you’re letting him sit in the middle of that, even for a night. 

It’s a lot. 

It’s everything. 

It’s got Jimin flustered to hell and back, and if he doesn’t get a fucking grip, he won’t be able to live up to expectations — his or yours.

Focus.

He fights through the shakiness in his voice, arching an eyebrow to feign authority he doesn’t actually feel he has. “Taehyungie?”

Maybe he should keep the cute nicknames to a minimum to achieve the desired effect.

“Taehyung,” Jimin amends with a little more confidence. 

And if his friend doesn’t perk up at the attention… 

Switching focus, he directs his next words to Taehyung while staring straight at you: “Show me how you fuck her.”

You shiver — he can feel it — and shift slightly in his lap. Your head tilts against his thigh so you can stare up at him fully; that dark glint in your eye makes his dick twitch next to you, which he’s sure you feel. 

“Where do you want us?” You ask, voice low.

Well, shit. Where doesn’t he want you? 

Jimin pauses, pinching his lower lip between his teeth as he tries to think through the logistics. So, maybe he hasn’t done this before — so what? He makes a game-time decision while skimming his fingertips down the soft slopes of your shoulders, humming, “Stay put, pretty."

Then, with a single finger pointed, he wordlessly directs Taehyung to get back between your legs where he belongs. Your boyfriend listens immediately, although he does it so excitedly that he nearly knocks himself off balance in skirting around your knees. Large hands settle over the tops of them when he reaches his position, giving you a gentle squeeze that says open wide.

As you do, you straighten your body out in front of Jimin’s so your back rests against his chest. “Like this?” You ask with a quick glance over your shoulder, just as eager to please as Taehyung.

“Cute,” Jimin chuckles before he can stop himself. He brushes a kiss onto your forehead to hide his smile, and you preen at the praise, nestling further into him. “Just like that. Give me all your weight, love. Don’t be shy.”

Taehyung finds his voice then. He pipes up, a little breathless, and his downright reverent tone makes Jimin’s stomach flutter. “What a perfect fucking view the two of you make.”

Jimin could say the same.

The chain of Taehyung's necklace dangles over your chest when he leans down to kiss you, quick and desperate like he’s starving for years. Jimin’s pulse sprints as he watches you lick into your lover’s mouth, fingers carding through his hair and tugging gently. And he almost pouts, despite how enraptured he is. Because his best friend knows him better than anyone else, he doesn’t have to say why.

Taehyung knows that Jimin’s just as hungry.

“Did you think I’d leave you out?” Taehyung whispers, breath fanning over Jimin’s lips. 

Jimin doesn’t answer. He can’t. His lower lip is nipped between someone else’s teeth so suddenly that his Etch-a-Sketch brain is wiped clean; and the sting pulls an unexpected whimper out of him. Taehyung captures his kiss properly and swallows that breathy, little sound the moment it slips out, mouth curving into a smile against Jimin’s own.

You make sure your presence between them is known, even though there’s no way in hell they could’ve forgotten about you — hand dipping down to languidly stroke Jimin’s leaking dick behind you, marking up Taehyung’s chest with teasing nibbles and sucks. 

You must give one of those a little extra oomph because Taehyung breaks his lip-lock to groan low and deep from the base of his lungs.

“Please.” Wide, wet eyes boring into Jimin’s, he pleads, “Can I fuck her now?”

The fact that Jimin is being asked for permission would normally go straight to his head, but his cock intercepts it, twitching in your palm.

You simper, like you know you’re saying what Jimin’s thinking out loud. “You better.”

He places his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders and gently pushes him away. The younger of the two leans back onto his heels, rests one hand on your hip to brace you against him, and wraps the other around his length. Once he lines himself up with your slit, he moves to slide home. Jimin stops him short.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts. 

Two pairs of eyes flick up to his face, no doubt catching the smug look on it. Jimin lets both of you simmer in the anticipation for a moment. He loves your equal, undivided attention, and he wants to revel in it for as long as possible. He can’t wait for long, unfortunately; the only thing he likes more than the pair of you watching him is watching you. 

“Spit on it first.”

Taehyung’s perfect, 4-D brain sees both interpretations of that directive, so he acts accordingly. He spits once on his cock, and while he works that saliva down his length, he spits onto the mess he’s already made of your pussy.

You squeak at the contact, shiver again in Jimin’s arms. The way he rubs his palms over your biceps only makes the goosebumps worse, Jimin notes. He likes it that way. He likes the way his friend is once again looking at him with pleading eyes, too; and he has to bite back a smile when he finally gives in. “Good boy. Go ahead.”

Just like that, the list of things that Jimin adores triples in length. He couldn’t order them if he tried, so equally fucked up over each discovery that he couldn’t possibly place one over another.

There's the muted sob you shake out when Taehyung stuffs you full and the blatant bulge in your abdomen when you’ve taken him to the hilt. Taehyung’s head tipping back — eyes closed and bottom lip trapped between his teeth — when the warmth of you spreads far enough to pink his cheeks. Your body moving against Jimin’s with each one of your boyfriend’s thrusts, working him up despite not taking him inside you, too.

Fuck.

Is the room spinning, or is he really about to cum like this?

Jimin decides to make you cum instead. He takes back one of the hands he’s been using to keep your thighs spread, and he presses the heel of it to your abdomen — right above your pubic bone — all but forcing your g-spot into Taehyung’s line of fire. There’s no delay to that gratification; you wail immediately, going tense all over as your whole body spasms.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you sputter helplessly. “Oh, my god.”

Jimin can only imagine how Taehyung feels, fighting for his life while your cunt attempts to squeeze it out of him. He doesn’t stop, even though you’re babbling, and he doesn’t slow down. After a few moments slip away, he tears his rolled eyes off the ceiling, stares at Jimin with a rabid look in them, and announces, “She’s still cumming.”

Of course, Jimin believes Taehyung. That doesn’t quell the need to confirm for himself, with his own eyes. 

And he does, gaze drifting down to where your boyfriend drills himself into you. It's even better than he imagined, finding you absolutely gushing around his cock, soaking your inner thighs, Taehyung’s balls, and the sheets blow.

And he’ll be goddamned if his own orgasm comes just by watching yours, which is apparently never-ending.

Fuck.

Taehyung, as usual, reads Jimin’s mind. He pats one of your trembling thighs affectionately, somehow managing to get your attention while you’re astral projecting between their bodies to somewhere far away. Just as confusingly, you muster the ability to be adorable at a time like this. 

“Y-yes?” You peep, voice beyond wrecked.

Neither Jimin nor Taehyung can help it, it seems. In tandem, they both tilt their heads down to kiss you. One pair of lips presses to each of your temples, earning a pleased hum from you.

Taehyung responds to your question without any air in his lungs. “Want Jimin to feel you, too, baby. Is that okay?”

Your answer is the same as the last time, but the intention is completely different. Now, when you cry out in the affirmative, it’s not a question; it sounds a lot like begging. Goddamn.

It takes both Jimin and Taehyung to gently maneuver your fucked-out body. You’re so pliable, melting like wax into their arms as they shift positions. You only resume form when you wind up on your knees with your face mere centimeters from Taehyung’s cock.

Behind you, Jimin sheaths himself with a condom. He rolls his eyes as he flicks the package somewhere off to the side. “Of course you buy them flavored." 

Taehyung looks shameless instead of shy for once, only responding to the tease with a grin and a shrug. You look over your shoulder at Jimin, pulling a face that makes him cackle. “The cherry one tastes like a cough drop —"

"Hey!" Taehyung interjects with an exaggerated look of offense.

"— one that got dropped," you smirk. "Right in the dirt.”

“I promise not to make you taste it.” Jimin punctuates his oath with a quick kiss to your spine that makes you purr. “Put your mouth on Taehyung instead, pretty.”

The only way that Jimin knows you’ve listened is the shuddered gasp Taehyung lets go. Jimin can’t see a damn thing for himself, so spellbound when he pushes into your cunt that his vision goes white at the edges. “Holy fuck,” he coughs.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

It’s the only word in his brain, and it ricochets around his otherwise empty skull, speeding up when you take his silence as a cue to clench around him.

Does Taehyung go semi-blind whenever he fucks you? Jimin figures he must because there’s no way in hell that a person could get used to a searing heat like yours. He’s a mess, not just physically; and the urge he feels again to cry isn’t solely based on how embarrassed he’d be if he came as quickly as his body wants to.

You both chose him.

Out of all the friends you have, Jimin is the one you wanted here with you — like this, sharing it all like it's no big deal.

He’s the one that knows firsthand how adoringly Taehyung looks at you when you have his dick down your throat, drool dribbling over your chin because there’s no room left for it in your mouth. 

The one holding your hair out of your face, using your hand-wrapped ponytail to guide you back onto his own cock, whispering praise into your sweat-slicked back and watching how his compliments make you work harder to earn more of them.

Moaning himself when Taehyung’s release shoots down your waiting throat, when your kitten-licks ensure that the tip of his cock is spotless after the fact, when gratitude swoops down to kiss you stupid.

Jimin’s never felt closer to anyone, never loved his friends more than he does now.

Not for nothing, he’s also never felt an orgasm build so strongly that it tingles at the back of his skull before. “F-fuck,” he hiccups, although it sounds more like a cry. “I’m gonna cum. Shit. Feels so fucking good. Where do you want it?”

He begs himself — steels himself — to hold out long enough for your input. His pace slows so his stamina and resolve don’t give up at once. You’re throbbing around him, though, and feeling your fucking heartbeat like this doesn’t make this any easier on him.

Taehyung is the one who answers, knocking Jimin off-kilter with only three words:

“In my mouth.”

It was a team effort to get you and your sore limbs into the shower, but the three of you eventually managed. Taehyung had stayed with you, mostly because nobody felt confident that you’d stay upright; but also because Jimin hadn’t offered. Even considering the idea felt like imposing, and as far as Jimin figured, this was one of the few parts of the night that shouldn’t be shared.

So, after a quick piss and a thorough wash of his hands, he slipped out of the bathroom to find his clothes.

To try to find his clothes, that is.

“Jesus,” he mutters to himself, laughing under his breath. 

What a fucking mess you’d all made — clothes, sheets, accessories. Like a bomb had gone off, your commingled assets had exploded everywhere. At this rate, he’d be lucky to find a single sock, let alone his favorite pair of jeans.

Figuring that stripping the bed might help, Jimin sets to work pulling the comforter and sheets off the bed, tossing them into a hamper he found near the door. When the fabric flutters, he hears a ring clatter down to the hardwood. It's one he doesn’t remember coming off in the first place, and that makes him chuckle, too.

After a while, his inventory includes two socks — one that’s his and one that isn’t — a belt, his sweater, and what he assumes is your scrunchie.

Were you even wearing one?

He’d been so busy with his scavenger hunt that he hadn’t noticed the water shutting off in the neighboring room. He doesn’t notice your presence in the doorway until you clear your throat.

“These have to be yours. Taehyung is tragically in his animal print era.”

Jimin pauses and stands upright, having been searching under the bed. His gaze lands on the black Calvins first, then it sweeps over your outstretched arm to the rest you. There’s a fluffy, grey towel wrapped around your freshly-washed body; and wrapped around your towel is Taehyung, smiling sleepily with his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Definitely mine,” Jimin sighs after a slight pause, nodding.

It would be anyone’s guess what he’s referring to — his underwear or the people holding it out to him — but there’s no room given for uncertainty because Taehyung says, “By the way, I’m calling the shots next time,” and Jimin is hit so hard with relief that his laugh explodes right out of him.

“We can workshop it.”

“Next time,” you repeat, like those words make you just as giddy.

Jimin nods firmly. “Next time.”

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[katnisspeetaprim]

BTS Reaction

You are an idol and a photographer tries to photograph up your skirt. Hyung line ver.

Warnings; Female character (reader is wearing a skirt) being uncomfortable, perverted behaviour from photographer, like one swear word

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Hello! My first time ever writing for BTS so I hope it’s not bad! If enough people like this I will maybe do the maknae line too! Also open to any other requests you guys have for BTS too maybe also Stray Kids but currently only Bang chan, Felix or Jisung right now!

You are part of a well known idol group that is only gaining popularity. You were currently at an event involving many different idol groups and soloists so it was quite a big deal, this meant that there would be many cameras and press at the event.

For your outfit, your stylist had forced you into a much too short skirt for your liking, even though you would be wearing safety shorts underneath, you still didn’t like the amount of skin you would be showing.

As the show was coming to an end and all acts were on stage, you made sure to drag your group over to stand next to BTS, having known some of the members since well before either of your debuts.

Kim Seokjin

He would instantly notice one of the photographers below the stage acting strangely, he was laser focused on you and pointing his camera at a strange angle. Jin immediately knew what he was trying to do and it pissed him off.

Jin didn’t want to cause a scene while on stage, even if he was angry so, as calmly as possible he slid his way in front of you to block you from the creeps view. The man glared daggers at Jin but he couldn’t care less if it meant protecting his friends dignity.

You were oblivious to the fact that you were being filmed like that, too busy having fun with your fellow members and Jin, not wanting to make you uncomfortable decided not to mention it to you right at that moment, but would definitely be letting you know once you got off stage.

Kim Namjoon RM

You had noticed the strange man amoungst the group of photographers right away and he was making you nervous, knowing what he was trying to do. You held down the front of your skirt and instantly notified your members in case he tried the same thing with them, they all looked at him in disgust while you all huddled around each other.

Namjoon felt you all shuffling next to him and looked over to see you sending quick glances to the crowd from behind your members. When he looked over and saw the mans gaze focused on you and only you with a camera in toe, he instantly knew what was happening.

As fast as he could, he located the closest security guard and hastily pointed out the man to have him removed.

You let out a sigh of relief as you saw him be escorted out of the venue by 2 guards, just as Namjoon made his way back over to you. He placed a comforting hand on your arm and gave you a slight nod, silently questioning weather you were ok or not.

You made sure to thank him properly backstage.

Min Yoongi SUGA

Yoongi had first noticed the man watching you and angling the camera during your groups performance, he wasn’t too concerned at first since he couldn’t confirm that he was doing anything wrong from where he was sat however, now that everybody was present on the stage he had a clear view of the photographer, the guy was definitely pushing his luck with that camera. You hadn’t noticed, too busy celebrating with your group so Yoongi tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention.

You turned to face him with a beaming smile but soon turned place once he pointed out what the guy was doing. You instantly pulled your skirt down, while Yoongi pulled you to hide behind him and the boys of BTS.

Yoongi made a mental note of the mans face and made sure to pass the information to your manager after the show. Yoongi could tell you were upset about being violated like that, so he made sure that once you were off stage to give you all the cuddles you needed.

Jung Hoseok

Like with Jin, Hobi would just inch his was in front of you when he noticed the creep in the audience, but he would also pull whoever was standing closest to him over too, to cover you more and also your group members if need be.

You would be a little confused as to why your friends were blocking you from view, so Hobi would turn to face you and whisper in your ear about what was happening. You were mortified to say the least, which made him feel guilty for having not caught it sooner.

Hoseok made sure to keep you covered up until the show was over, and even helped cover you with his jacket as you walked down the stairs, causing fans in the audience to go crazy.

Needless to say that these actions by Hobi inspired both ARMY, and your own fan base to start shipping the two of you together...Not that you entirely minded.

#bts #bts reaction #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #smut #fluff #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #headcannon #idol!au #female reader #request #stray kids

[jimimn]

FACE - Spotify Hero Film (for anon ♡)

#btsgif #park jimin #jimin #bts #userbangtan #btsedit #* #*jm #*requests

[kooktrash]

KOOKTRASH REQUESTS

welcome to my requests masterlist, if you’re looking for my regular masterlist it’s … ˙·.¸¸ପଓ ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ *¨*•.¸

REQUESTS … OPEN/CLOSED

║rules║MDNI 18+

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[hyungieyoongi]

I’m Fine

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst + Exes to Lovers

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Requested by anon for my follower milestone celebration! 

“I’m fine.”

Two words. Repeated dozens of times to everyone around you.

“It’s been a few weeks since you broke up? How are you feeling.”

Well, I haven’t slept in three days, and I cried again this morning.

“I’m fine.”

“Did you see the last interview he was in? He looked so happy. Did that hurt to see?”

Of course he’s happy without me. He moved on already. Meanwhile here I am still heartbroken.

“I’m fine.”

“Do you want to go to the party tonight? Taehyung promised he and Jimin weren’t going.”

Seeing all of our mutual friends without him would hurt more than staying at home alone.

“No thanks.”

“Are you sure? Are you okay if I still go?”

“Of course. I’m fine.”

An endless loop. A broken record.

You said the two words so often that you started to believe them. Six months after your breakup with Jimin and you were convincing yourself, along with everyone else, that you truly were fine. It was easier to play pretend than admit that you were broken being without him, your last conversation replaying itself in your mind.

—

“I don’t understand.”

“There isn’t anything to understand, Jimin. It’s done. We’re done.”

“We’re not done. You can’t just dismiss our relationship, Y/N. I deserve more than that. We deserve more than that.”

“It’s too much, okay? It’s all too much. The pressure from your fans, the fear that I will do something wrong or say something to make them hate me. They will always choose you, and they should, but I can’t keep living like this.”

“I know it’s been a lot but, please, don’t give up on us.”

“You’re going solo for the first time in a decade. You need your fans to be on your side. I’m holding you back.”

“I need you on my side, Y/N, you have to believe me.”

“You won’t need me. I promise. You’ll be fine.”

—

It was easy to pretend you were fine when you were hiding away from the world. But today you had finally been convinced to go to a small party that your friend was hosting. You had checked and then triple checked that Jimin wasn’t going to be here. Looking at him across the room, you couldn’t help but feel deceived. 

“Go talk to him,” a deep voice murmured at your side.

“Tae, I can’t,” you responded, immediately recognizing his voice. 

“He’s hurting. He’s been acting like he’s fine, but he’s not. He misses you terribly. I know you miss him too.” You nodded, deciding you needed to get this over with. It had been months; it was time. 

You rolled your shoulders back, attempting to stand a little taller, to feign confidence. Your fingers were shaking slightly; you clutched the strap of your purse tightly in one hand, drink glass in the other to try and hide it. You crossed the room toward him. 

“Jimin,” you breathed.

His eyes searched your face. His expression was serious, lips in a slight frown at your guarded demeanor.

“Y/N. How are you?”

I want you to wrap me in your arms and pretend like the last six months didn’t happen.

“I’m fine.” His mouth twisted slightly at the curt response. 

“Tell me the truth.”

“I am.”

“I think you’re lying.”

“It is not for you to decide what is true and what is not when it comes to my feelings.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about them.” You let out a breath, already tiring from your verbal sparring match. 

“Please, we can’t do this here,” you pleaded.

“Why not? You won’t return my calls. You’ve been avoiding our friends so you don’t have to see me,” Jimin accused, frustrated. “Do you hate me that much?”

“I don’t hate you, Jimin.”

I love you.

“Then what is it? Why can’t you talk to me? Why can’t you see me? We were friends before we were together, but ever since we broke up you’re acting like you don’t even know me. It isn’t fair, Y/N. None of this is fair. So explain it to me.” 

“It hurts, Jimin,” you admitted, heat crawling up your neck as you finally let out your feelings. “I can’t see you or talk to you because it hurts too much. I can’t see you because if I do I won’t be fine anymore. I will remember how much I love you and it hurts.”

You looked toward the ceiling, willing your tears to stay in your eyes. You didn’t want to cause a scene—your conversation in the corner of the room with Jimin was already a point of tension at the party. Everyone was politely milling about, pointedly avoiding looking in your direction.

You wiped angrily at a tear that fell, fingers trembling against your cheek despite your best efforts to stop them from shaking earlier.

Jimin reached out, wrapping your hand in his own, squeezing it tightly to stop the anxious movement. 

“I haven’t been fine,” Jimin said quietly, eyes wet. “I haven’t been fine at all. I’ve been miserable without you.”

You sniffled, looking at your interlocked hands. Jimin stepped closer to you.

“I don’t think you have been fine, either.”

You looked up, meeting his concerned gaze. Your body deflated slightly at his statement. After months of pretending, the one person who always knew the truth saw right through your lies.

“We need each other, Y/N. I need you.”

You nodded, words stuck in your throat. He was right, of course he was right.

“Can we leave and go somewhere? Just to talk?”

“Okay,” you answered, voice cracking slightly. 

You followed Jimin out of the party, nodding at Taehyung on the way out. He gave you a soft, knowing smile. 

You stepped out with Jimin into the cold city air, shivering slightly at the wind. You pulled your coat closer to your body, hands attempting to get warm in your pockets. Jimin stepped toward you, removing his scarf from around his neck and draping it over you, wrapping it snuggly around your neck to keep you warm. It smelled like his cologne. You breathed deeply, the smell comforting you as Jimin smiled gently at you.

“You want to know something?” Jimin asked, hand cupping your cheek, fingers warming the cold skin. 

“Yes.”

“I think we’re going to be just fine.”

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[gimmethatagustd]

Congratulations on your milestone, Jai! 🥰

I would like to request a drabble with this prompt,

“I want to watch you take off your clothes.”

And the first member that popped into my head when I read it, Jimin 😮‍💨😅

Ahh, I’m so excited!!!

YOU MAKE ME NERVOUS | PJM

Your classmate’s way of helping you with stress is a bit... unexpected. 

» pairing: jimin x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | friends-ish to lovers | grad school au | smut

» wc/date: 2.3k | July 2022

» warnings: fingering | voyeurism | use of “good girl” | jimin is a lil mean and manipulative | i got a lot of secondhand embarrassment writing this hkdjsk

» notes: this was highly entertaining to write 😂 i hope you enjoy my classic jai ridiculousness 

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You weren’t sure if you could call Jimin your friend. He was one of the few people you talked to in your graduate program, but he was impossible to pin down. Even meeting up to practice your thesis presentations had been an incredible feat. After he canceled plans so many times you started to wonder if he even wanted to be your friend. 

“Run-on sentence.” Jimin reached over your shoulder to point at a spot on your laptop screen. He stood behind you, hunched over your small frame where you sat at the table in one of the university library’s study rooms.

After muttering a breathy “thanks”, you quickly edited your script. You told yourself you shivered from the AC blasting through the university’s vents, but deep down you knew Jimin’s proximity was putting your nerves into overdrive. You were already regretting inviting the hottest guy in your program to help you practice and you hadn’t even gotten to the practicing part yet. 

Jimin wasn’t doing you any favors, either. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently kneading them. The heat of his hands warmed you through the thin material of your t-shirt, coaxing goosebumps to appear down your arms. You leaned into his touch and let out a quiet hum of satisfaction before you could control yourself. 

“You’re so tight,” he murmured. 

You couldn’t stop your eyes from fluttering closed as you attempted to chase away the dirty thoughts that immediately crept into your mind at his innocent statement. What was wrong with you? 

“Yeah… I carry stress in my shoulders,” you said with a controlled exhale. Turning in your seat, you disconnected yourself from Jimin to look at him face-to-face. “I think I should get started now.” 

“Probably.” The friendly smile he wore didn’t quite fit the heavy, lidded expression of his eyes. You told yourself not to make anything of it as you walked past him to the front of the room, even when you had to brush against his chest as you got up because he didn’t give you enough space to move. 

Jimin sat on top of the table, his legs hanging off the edge. You tried to present using the script, but you found that reading while still trying to make eye contact was too hard. You kept getting thrown off by the way Jimin was swinging his legs. 

Shit. You’d completely stopped talking. How many tries had it been? At least two? 

“Can I restart?” You rubbed your clammy palms against your shorts and looked over at your laptop sitting on the podium. 

“Again? Shouldn’t you just try to power all the way through at least once?” Jimin leaned forward. “How are you going to do this in front of, what, at least a hundred people? When you can’t even do it in front of me?” 

His harsh words felt like a slap to the face. “If that was supposed to be a pep talk, I do not respond well to meanness.” 

Jimin leaned back on his palms, head cocked to the side as he looked you over. The feeling of being some type of specimen on display burned into your cheeks hotter than it had before; he wasn’t looking at you the way an audience looked at a presenter. “You should take your pants off.” 

You nearly choked. “Excuse me?” 

“Think about it.” Jimin hopped down from the table. “If you do something to make yourself even more nervous while you practice, the real thing is going to feel even easier.” 

Nothing coming out of his mouth made any sense, but that was the thing with Jimin. He was the king of bullshit. He could talk himself into and out of anything he wanted. He circled you like a shark, sharp eyes roaming your rigid body. He paused behind you and you felt the heat of his chest against your back. 

“Just trust me,” he whispered in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

You let out a shaky breath as you felt his hands move towards your front. He unbuttoned your shorts and the sound of your zipper coming undone was almost louder than your heartbeat flooding your ears. Jimin pushed your shorts down, his palms gliding over your bare thighs. The only thing hotter than your cheeks was the fire burning between your thighs as you watched Jimin watch you from the table again. At the corner of his mouth his tongue poked out to run along his bottom lip and he quirked his eyebrows at you, gesturing for you to continue. 

“Now try it without stopping.” 

You were standing in your fucking underwear. Sure, the t-shirt you wore was long enough to cover you, but still. 

Maybe it would actually work. Jimin was so good at everything; he had to have good tricks for success, right? Hesitantly, you restarted your presentation, the ceiling suddenly becoming very interesting to look at. Jimin wasn’t entertained. 

“No, no, you still haven’t relaxed. I guess you have to take off your shirt now.” He was fucking ridiculous.

“T-This is making me more nervous.” 

“Do you want me to do it for you?” 

You opened your mouth, but air, rather than any sound, puffed out. Jimin reached out to grab the hem of your t-shirt, pulling you to where he sat on the table so you stood in between his legs. He twisted the fabric between his fingers and gave you the same friendly smile as before. 

“Can I tell you a little secret, Y/N?” Jimin cooed. Using his free hand, he hooked his finger into the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulled it away from you until he couldn’t any longer. You winched as the band snapped back to place against your skin, but the damp feeling between your thighs overpowered the sting. “I don’t really feel like watching you stutter through your presentation a hundred times. I want to watch you take off your clothes.” 

“Oh,” you gasped stupidly. You were being attacked at both ends; arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach while your heart was clambering out of your chest.

“Can you give me what I want?” His smile fell into a pout and he let go of you. 

“Y-yes,” you whispered, your desperation for his approval now extending beyond wanting to impress him with your research. Your fingers trembled as you lifted your t-shirt over your head; you tossed it down with your pants, goosebumps prickling across your skin. 

“Good girl,” Jimin said with a sweet smile and you felt like your legs were going to give out. “I hope you locked the door.” 

He leaned back on one of his hands; the other found its way into his lap. He gripped his cock through his pants, giving it a squeeze. You followed his fingers path down his erection, the outline growing more prominent as he stroked it. When had he gotten like that? The realization that you were having this effect on him made you shake even more. 

“I want you to touch yourself.” 

“Standing here?”

“Would you prefer to go into the hallway?” 

Your breath got caught in your throat as you slowly stepped out of your underwear, dropping it to the floor. You now stood in front of him in only a black lace bralette. Your hands immediately moved to shield yourself, but Jimin tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval. 

“Now, you can’t do a presentation with such a lack of confidence, can you? Stand up straight.” 

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jimin shook his head. The stern look he gave you was enough to shut you up without him having to say anything at all. He watched you dip your middle finger into your folds, gathering up your arousal before you lightly pressed your fingertip against your clit. You rubbed it in a slow, tight circle. The humiliation of doing this in front of your classmate should have stopped you from following through, but you were too far gone under his spell. 

“Eye contact, Y/N. They’re going to evaluate your eye contact.” 

When you looked up you were met with those dark, lidded eyes once again. Holding his gaze only made your pussy throb more, and you found yourself quickening the pace until you moved down to slide a finger inside yourself. 

“Good girl.” 

Your breathing came out hard and deep, mouth hanging open as your thigh muscles began to clench. In that moment, you realized you’d never had an orgasm standing up, and you were pretty sure you were going to fall over as your abdomen twisted with pleasure. 

“What’s scarier? Standing in front of a hundred people to give a presentation or standing in front of one person to finger yourself?” 

“They’re… they’re both,” you took a shaky breath, “they’re both scary.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Jimin let go of himself and beckoned to you. “Come here.” 

Your legs felt wobbly as you hesitantly stepped forward. Jimin hooked his finger underneath the band of your bralette in between your cleavage and used it to drag you forward so you stood between his legs once more. You tried not to look down at his lap or touch him, too nervous to actually acknowledge what was happening. 

“As smart as you are, you’re a slow learner, aren’t you?” 

You winced at his words. “I already told you, I-” Jimin grabbed both your wrists and rested your hands on his shoulders. Then he brought his hand down to cup your pussy, wiggling and pressing his thumb against your clit with enough pressure that your body jolted at the unexpected stimulation. “Jimin,” you gasped, gripping onto his shoulders as he rubbed you with even more pressure. 

With his free hand he took a hard grip of your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” 

You shook your head too fast, more embarrassment washing over your body, only for Jimin’s finger plunging inside of you to distract you once again. The fact that he so easily slid inside of you made that sweet smile bloom across his face, though his lips morphed into a sharp smirk that narrowed his eyes. 

“Use your words,” he commanded, his finger curling and searching for the spot to make you shatter in his hand. Before you could speak, he’d found what he was looking for, and a loud moan took the place of whatever words you wanted to say. You had to lean against the edge of the table to hold yourself up the faster Jimin pumped into you.

“N-no. I don’t w-want you to stop.”   

“Of course not.” 

The arrogant chuckle that followed made you dig your nails into his shirt. You couldn’t even be mad about it; at this point, you were barely making one coherent thought in your head. He focused his movements on hitting that sweet spot again and again until you were a shaking, moaning mess between his legs. You’d completely forgotten about whatever lesson he was trying to teach you, if that’s what he was doing at all. Instead you spent your energy on not biting your tongue off as you felt your climax build inside you, the pressure of pleasure stacking on top of you and weighing you down so deeply you felt you were going to catch fire. 

“Jimin,” you whimpered. He’d let your chin go by now and you found yourself leaneding your forehead against his collarbone as he rocked you into him. Feeling you clench around him, Jimin slipped another finger inside of you. The stretch sent hot ripples down your legs. 

“Are you going to cum for me like a good girl?” he murmured in your ear. 

He adjusted how he sat and inadvertently pressed his now fully hard cock against your thigh. You were already tilting on the edge, and his question and the feel of his warmth against you was enough to completely tip you over. It was searing, white hot, almost painful, the way your entire body locked up on you. You could barely breathe as he guided you through your explosion of pleasure, only removing his hand from you once you’d started to squirm in his embrace. 

“See, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” Jimin’s voice lured your hazy gaze up to look at him, stars still spotting your vision. You still weren’t sure you’d be able to handle giving your thesis presentation, especially since Jimin would be there. You might have actually made things worse for yourself. 

“I think I need to sit down,” you confessed, coaxing another laugh from Jimin. He hopped down from the table and held your hand to steady you as you sat down. While you recovered yourself, he scooped up your clothing. Squatting down, he gently lifted your leg with a grip on your calf, easing you into your underwear and helping you slide it up your thighs. Then he did the same with your shorts, and eventually pulled your t-shirt on, as well. You blinked repeatedly as you watched him help you into your clothes, allowing him to take control of your limbs. Once his work was done, he stood up. That was when you noticed the bulge still prominent in his sweatpants, and his eyes followed your gaze to his crotch. 

“Y’know, we still haven’t gone over my presentation yet,” Jimin mused, tapping his chin in mock thought. “I’m feeling pretty nervous, actually. I wonder what we could do to help me with that?” You bit your lip as Jimin reached behind his head to pull his t-shirt off, tossing it where your clothes had been. “Maybe this is a good start?” 

And who were you to deny him the opportunity to practice, too?

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