#park jimin x black reader

[gojosnympho]

thinking with your p***y - p.jm

pairing: fuckboy!jimin x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, angst, pwp, university!au

word count: 2.4k

content warnings: mentions of cheating/infidelity, alcohol, marijuana use, jimin is an asshole (sorry jimin), unrequited love (kinda), jimin is VERY persistent, fingering (f receiving), protected sex, lots of pet names, hair pulling (f receiving), very light choking (f receiving)

synopsis: he wants you and to your dismay you want him just as bad.

author’s note: literally wrote this on a whim i’m not kidding. hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it! 🥰

you stayed to yourself for the most part, only hanging out with your friends, going to classes, and going to the occasional party when your friends wanted to go out. but for the most part you barely showed your face on campus. you had no idea why jimin wanted you as bad as he did. especially because he had a girlfriend. you knew you were pretty. you just didn’t know where the sudden interest in you came from. you’d been going to school with each other for the past three years and he hadn’t even looked your way… until three weeks ago.

the day jimin finally gave you the time of day is when you and your friends ended up at some party on campus.

the party was packed wall to wall. the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies tried their best to overwhelm your senses. you pushed through the crowd, feeling the loud bass of the music vibrate through your body. the dance floor was packed too. girls grinding on boys, girls grinding on girls. you’d decided you were gonna try to stay sober tonight but that idea was looking bleak. your friends dragged you to the jungle juice and poured you a cup. when you’d all finished your drinks, they dragged you to the dance floor. you danced around to amuse them but soon the air in the room had become too thick.

“i’m gonna step out to get some fresh air.” you told them. they insisted on going with you but you assured them you’d be fine and you’d find them later.

you stepped out of the party to let the cool night air wrap around your warm and borderline sweaty body. you sat on the stairs to the house and looked up at the night sky to gaze at the stars. once you’d calmed down, you were ready to head back inside. you stood up and that’s when you heard his sweet honey voice.

“you look sexy.” he said.

you turned to where the voice was coming from and noticed jimin leaning against the house, smoking what seemed to be a blunt. you’d debated on whether or not you wanted to tell him to leave you alone or not. you chose to indulge.

“thanks.” you replied. you did decide on the tiniest mini skirt and top you could find so you knew you’d be subjected to stares and less than satisfactory “compliments”.

“you smoke?” he asked, offering the blunt to you. you did but you weren’t comfortable smoking with someone you barely knew.

“nah, i’m good.” you declined and he shrugged taking another pull from it.

“i’ve been eyeing you all night, ya know? so much so that my girlfriend got pissed off and she left.” he laughed. he fucking laughed! like it was funny he upset her. asshole.

“why you looking at me and you gotta girl?” you asked the brown haired man and he shrugged.

“because i like what i like. i like you and i like the way that outfit is hugging your body.” he said it so boldly you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“i should get back to my friends.” you said. you went to walk past him but he stepped over to stand in your way. “what do you want from me?”

“ooh, baby girl. i want a lot of things from you.” he said letting his eyes trail up and down your body before looking you in the eyes again. “but i’ll start with your number.”

“didn’t you just say you gotta girl?” you asked him crossing your arms over your chest and quirking an eyebrow.

“she won’t know unless you tell her.” he said and you scoffed.

“oh i’m gonna tell her. you fucking asshole. now move or i’ll move you myself.” you snapped at him. he stepped out of the way and let you walk back into the party, watching your backside with every step you took.

ever since that interaction, he’s made it his personal mission to flirt with and bother you whenever he could. he found you at the library last week and poked fun at you until you finally acknowledged his presence.

“what now, jimin?” you asked him and he smiled knowing that he’d succeeded in pissing you off.

“when are you gonna let me take you out?” he pouted and you rolled your eyes in response.

“never. i’m not helping you cheat on your girlfriend.” you said as you began to pack up your things. you wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

“what if i break up with her?” he asked

“oh so when you start dating me you can cheat on me too? hell no!” you said as you packed up your last item, slung your bag over your shoulder and left him sitting at the table alone.

“i wouldn’t cheat on you, boo!” he called after you. once again watching your backside as you walked away.

this time to minimize your chances of bumping into him, you’d decided to study in the comfort of your dorm. you were sitting at your desk scribbling down notes in your notebook when there was a knock at your door. you checked the time to see it was damn near 10pm. who the hell could be at your door at 10pm? you stood from your desk and walked over to your door to open it. there stood jimin in nothing but a hoodie and gray sweatpants.

“how the fuck did you find my dorm?!” you yelled at him.

“because your friends talk too fucking much you need to talk to them about that.” he replied, smugly. “now are you gonna let me in or are you gonna yell at me in the hallway where everyone can hear, hm?”

you rolled your eyes but ultimately you stepped to the side to let him in. you closed the door behind him and he had no problem making himself comfortable in your previously occupied desk chair.

“i’m so sick of asking you this question but: what do you want, jimin?” you asked. the sentence has become a regular part of your vocabulary. you were sure you said it at least twice a day.

“you know what i want, cutie. i want you. i want you so fucking bad.”

“jimin you have fucking girlfriend!”

“i broke up with her!” he yelled back, significantly louder. it was quiet for a moment after that until you spoke.

“you’re a liar. get the fuck out.” you quipped at the man in front of you.

“you want me to call the bitch and ask her for you?” he asked, pulling out his phone to scroll through his contacts.

“i want you to leave, jimin. i can’t be with someone who cheats. i’m sorry.” you could tell your words broke his heart but you’d be damned if you let him do the same thing to you he did to her. he stood up slowly from the chair and walked over to you, you backed away until he had you pressed against your dorm’s door.

“i see the way you look at me, pretty girl. i know you want me too. so do you really want me to go? or do you want me to stay? it’s your choice.” he told you, his eyes staring directly into yours. his lips so close to yours. you tried so hard to be better than him, to convince yourself you didn’t want him as much as you did. but you do. you’d wanted him from the second he talked to you outside that party.

“i don’t know.” you answered. it was true. you didn’t know if you wanted him to stay or go. you couldn’t decide. your brain was a mess of morals and lust.

“figure it out. do you want me to go and leave that ache between your legs or do you want me to take care of you?” he questioned you. fuck it. you kissed him and although it was kind of wrong, it felt right. he kissed you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

“did you really break up with her, jimin?” you asked him. you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you knew you were hurting another girl by fucking her boyfriend.

“i promise. i broke up with her. now give me another kiss. you taste good.” he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. you kissed him again, but this time the kiss felt nothing but right. maybe you were stupid for giving into him but you weren’t thinking with your brain. you were thinking with your pussy and she wants jimin.

it didn’t take long for you to end up on your bed. your clothes had been long gone in a crumpled pile on the floor. you were on your back with your legs spread while jimin rubbed your pussy in teasingly slow circles, purposefully not focusing on your clit. you whined and pushed your hips up against his hand, but he pinned them back down to the bed with his free hand.

“be patient. i’ve been wanting this for so long i wanna savor it.” he said and even in your wound up state you were sick of his antics. finally he focused on your clit and you sighed in pleasure.

“feel good, pretty girl?”

“uh huh.” you moaned.

he rubbed your clit for a while before easing a finger into your tight hole. you gasped at the sudden feeling of being filled but you weren’t complaining. when jimin felt that you were ready for a second finger he eased another inside.

“you’re so tight, baby. i gotta stretch you out before i can fuck you.”

he started moving his fingers inside of you, massaging your walls so deliciously you were seeing stars. he hooked his fingers inside of you and pressed against your sweet spot. you moaned, bucking your hips into the air.

“is that your spot, pretty girl?” he asked you, voice husky and laced with lust.

“yes.” you whimpered.

“so fucking wet for me. you hear that?” he sped up his fingers so you could hear the squelching sounds your pussy made as he drove his fingers into you. the obscene sounds made heat prickle on your cheeks.

“jimin, please.” you begged him as you squirmed on the bed and your cunt squeezed around his fingers. it was evident to the both of you that you were close to cumming.

“you gonna cum? already?” he teased you and if you weren’t so close to that sweet release you would’ve been cussing him out but instead you nodded frantically. before you could cum, he pulled his fingers out of you.

“you are such an asshole!” you exclaimed. you pushed him away with your foot and sat upright pulling your legs to your chest and covering yourself with your blanket.

“aww, my baby’s mad?” he pouted before pulling the blanket off of you, exposing you to him once more. “i just want you to cum on my dick instead. can you do that?” you nodded meekly with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

jimin rid himself of his clothes, taking off his hoodie first and his sweatpants followed after, but not before pulling a condom from the pocket. he tugged his boxers down and your pussy clenched at the sight of what he was packing in those gray sweats.

“you just knew i was gonna let you fuck me huh?” you asked him as he ripped the foil packet with his teeth and slid the rubber on his hard dick.

“no, but i always stay prepared. now flip over.” he said and you complied, getting into position so he could fuck you from behind. you flipped over on your belly, rested your head on your pillow, and your ass in the air. “ready?” he asked you.

“mhm.” you agreed almost too eagerly. jimin thought it was cute. he pushed into you and both of you moaned. it felt so fucking good and you knew this is exactly where you wanted to be right now.

jimin started moving his hips, his strokes were just the right mix of aggressive and gentle and you were reeling. he grabbed your hips and started snapping his hips into you even faster. the sound of skin against skin and both of your horny, desperate moans bounced off the walls of your small dorm. in an effort to feel him even deeper you began backing your ass up on him.

“that’s right, baby. fuck me back.” his words were lost on you because all you could focus on was the way he was digging into your guts with every move of your hips.

he pulled you up by your curls and that’s when you felt him even deeper if it was even possible. his tip was bumping against your sweet spot and you gasped, tears prickling in your water line.

“found it again didn’t i, baby?” he asked planting kisses on your neck as he fucked you into oblivion. you were so cockdrunk all you could do is nod.

your belly got that familiar feeling in it, tension that was ready to be released and you hoped this time jimin actually let you cum. he kept fucking you both of your moans getting louder and eventually turning to pants as both of you neared your orgasms.

“jimin.” you warned him as your cunt tightened around him and spasmed while you tried to stave off your orgasm for a little bit longer to savor this moment.

“i know, pretty girl. i know. me too.” he cooed. he wrapped his hand delicately around your neck and held it there while you both chased that sweet release. jimin came first, busting into the condom with a loud moan and you followed not too far behind, gripping him like your life depended on it.

you stayed like that for awhile, him inside of you and your sweaty bodies pressed together while your breathing returned to normal. when it did jimin pulled out of you and laid you carefully on the bed.

“where’s your trash can?” he asked, pulling off the soiled condom and tying a knot in it. you lazily pointed to the little bin in the corner of your room. after he threw it away he came back to cuddle with you.

“now how about that date?” he asked you. his fingers playing in your hair.

“fine. you can take me out.” you caved

“we did this backwards.” he said, making you giggle.

you were actually happy you gave him a chance, maybe things would work out. maybe he’d end up being decent or maybe you’re still thinking with your pussy.

#ten writes 🧚🏾‍♀️ #kpop x black reader #bts x black reader #jimin x black reader #park jimin x black reader #jimin smut #park jimin smut #bts smut #bts x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #pjm x reader

[lovecoree]

DADDY’S HOME. P. JIMIN !

pairing: military bf!jimin x black gf!reader

synopsis: imagine military boyfriend Jimin finally coming back home, oh all the emotions you’ll be feeling !

warning: contains smut and fluff , kissing , unprotected sex ( don’t do this ) , creampie , praising , both of y’all are touched starved ( y’all miss each other so much ) , reader is black coded , reader uses she/her prns. Let me know if I missed anything !

a/n: missing Jimin hours ☹️

SFW !

you couldn’t help but squeal with excitement as you hear the front gates open at the military entrance. Countless of men coming out with relief or happiness as they see their partner, family, or friends— you would’ve thought they just got released from prison, but you weren’t looking at them, you were looking at your boyfriend Jimin who came out last with his army duffel bag on his shoulder. “Babe!” You shouted, causing Jimin to turn his head in your direction, his stoic face turning into a bright smile seeing you running towards him.

“You missed me that much?” Jimin laughed as he picked you up off your feet as you bear hug him. “Of course I missed you.” You planted so many kisses on his face, taking in his scent and his look. He finally put you down, raising an eyebrow as you gawk at him. “What, do I look bad?” “No no, god no! You look…” your words fell short as you stared at him in awe.

His hair was growing back a little more, the short hair style really suited him, muscles definitely got bigger and let’s talk about the outfit choice. Black compression shirt with grey sweatpants and a simple silver chain on his neck that you gifted him before he left.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” You smacked your teeth as you looked at Jimin again before playfully rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” Smiling from ear to ear, placing your hand in his, walking back to your car to grab something to eat and go home.

“I really missed you.” Jimin whispered kissing you on the lips before letting you drive off.

NSFW !

best believe Jimin is going crazy as soon as the sexual tension rises. Jimin wasn’t the only one touched starved for a year, you were going through it. No amount of sex toys or pre recorded voice messages could help you. Your craving grew stronger the moment you found out Jimin would be released today.

Perfectly sprawled out on the bed, back arching causing your chest to touch his as you moaned from the intense pleasure. He had to fuck you in missionary, he just had to. He missed the sight of your pretty face crying from pleasure as he feed you deep strokes. “You look so beautiful baby.” Jimin bit his bottom lip loving the way you clenched around his cock.

Gripping your love handles so tight that the pain was mixing with your pleasure, pulling him closer by the neck to kiss him deeply, god did y’all miss each other so much.

Bed creaking and skin slapping loud and clear in your room. “I love you so much Jimin.” You cried feeling closer than ever. Jimin lived for your whines, flipping you over on your stomach just to release another whine out of you.

“Yeah?” Jimin teases your hole by just putting his pink tip in that glisten with your essence. The whine you let slip past your mouth was so pornographic had Jimin’s eyes rolling in the back of his skull. “mhmm— missed you so much minie.” Wiggling your ass, Jimin hiss at the sound of your soaking pussy making squelching noises.

Mouth going wide as Jimin finally bottom inside of you. “Fuuck yes.” You moaned out, mind going blank as your ass clapped back against his pelvis. Jimin letting out a groan at the sight of your cum and his forming a ring around the base of his cock.

“Messy ass pussy.” Jimin mumbled to himself as he grippped your hips, fucking you into the mattress. “One year, one year of not being inside my pretty baby.” Jimin rambles on and on about wanting to be so close to you, and honestly, you can say the same— well not at this moment since your boyfriend is literally fucking you into oblivion. 

“I’m— Fuuck, I’m so close.” You whined out, gripping the sheets tight and moaning at the feeling of your arousal dripping down your soft thighs. “Me too pretty, gonna cum f’me?” You could feel Jimin’s cock twitch inside of you, moving your hand behind you to have him closer, Jimin smiled at the action as he moved his hand off your hip and interlocking it with yours. “I’m not going anywhere baby, don’t worry.” Jimin eyes rolled back as you squeezed around him so tight.

Jimin used his free hand to move to your center and rubbed your sensitive bud causing you to jolt from the sudden attention. “Let it out pretty, you deserve it..been waiting so long.” Your head was spinning, thighs shaking intensely as you came around his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Jimin groaned leaning down to pamper you in kisses, hips stuttering slightly as he felt close to his release. Using both of his hands to steady your hips as he came inside of you. So much cum entering you that some of it leaked out of you and onto the bed.

Jimin felt his body shiver as he moaned at the sight of his cum and yours creating such a mess as he pulled out slowly. A lewd pop sound as his tip pulled out. “Fuck.” Jimin looked up to see you ready to fall asleep. Lipgloss smudged on the pillow, edges sweated out, legs shaking, and a thin layer of sweat covering your body from the aftermath. Besides all that, you still looked beautiful in his eyes, planting a kiss on your shoulder before he got off the bed, still naked as he walked into the bathroom.

Aftercare is definitely a 10/10. He came back with a warm rag to clean you up and carried you to the bathroom so you could pee. You watched him run the bath water and added body wash to create bubbles. He looked at you with a smile. “You done.” Voice so sweet and caring, you nodded your head yes before wiping yourself clean and slowly stood up and flushed the toilet. Jimin held your hand and helped you into the tub.

He got in after you, getting behind you so you could rest your back on his chest comfortably. “This feels nice.” You smiled letting the soapy water cover your body. “It does.” Jimin mumbled as he moved his hands under water to caress your stomach until he reached your breast to massage them. You hummed as you closed your eyes leaning even more into him.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered, Jimin grinned as he looked at you. “Don’t worry, daddy’s home now.”

Laughing at him you opened your eyes to see him smiling as well. “Omg Jimin.”

#bts x reader #black fem reader #black reader #bts x black girl #fluff #black reader smut #black female oc #park jimin #park jimin x reader #jimin x black reader #bts x poc #bts x black reader #bts jimin #jiminie #bts smut

[hobicakess]

PLAYING DANGEROUS | (one)

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: warnings: no thoroughly edited, EW Ai , character death (nothing to cry about), black/plus sized coded reader, talks of murder, talks of torture, corporate evilness, violence, Mc reads hobi to filth, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), one maknae introduction, maknae helping cause chaos, cigarettes, Yoonie is an angry kitty this chapter, bratty mc, mc is kinda a bitch (a bad one at that), unhinged serial killer hobi (joker vibes tbh) , yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday) SMUT— nothing too crazy , choking, sub mc , missionary, mating press , man handling (yummy)

a/n: HEYYY omg this took me so long to write and it's just a little over 2k words... LMAO I suck i know, but we're getting there I pinkie promise. I really hope you all enjoy this and constructive criticism is welcome!!

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2 MONTHS BEFORE JACKS ESCAPE

Kim multimedia station.

The place of business was always busy and there was never not anything to be done, Endless reports and stories in need of being written, the podcast teams always chattering about the hottest topics.

KMMs was a journalist's dream — your dream.

You were a known face around the company both online and in person. A pretty foreigner who was damn good at her job and that made you favored by the late CEO Kim. You were always hand picked by him to attend press conferences in his favor. He treated you kindly, allowing you into a large world of business pulling strings to get you the best stories helping you— a once broke freshly graduated English major climbing up in the world of reporting.

It's only been three months since CEO Kim passed away and the company was changing fast. You were grateful that you weren't a part of the many that were fired and replaced by new faces and AI, and you were now noticing how low the viewers were on podcasts, social media and blogs.

KMM was dying out very slowly and that meant you might go away with it. You were dedicated to your work, and the company that helped you become the person you were today.

And you were willing to do anything to not be forgotten.

Sleeping was not on the agenda right now.

A quick double tap to a cell phone showed an awfully bright screen reading 4:40 am. You had been lying in your bed mind racing while staring at your wall for the past hour and a half.

Jack in the box.

Rolling out the tangled bedsheets and arms you pull on a large T-shirt that'd been discarded a long with the other items of clothing on the floor shuffling towards the desk in the corner of your room. Laptop already open from your previous research when you pull out a pack of cigarettes from your drawer before plunging deep into the web. Your mouse clicks every site as your pen moved furiously taking in all the information you can about said serial killer.

“On May 14th, 2018 Serial Killer Jack In The Box was finally caught after a murdering spree in Seoul. The killings of ordinary outgoing individuals taken with a quick swipe of a knife and a long torture method.”

"Before his kills Jack likes to taunt his victim. He ironically sends them a Jack in the box to let them know they're next. The next few days said victim lives in constant fear, looking over their shoulder, leading the mostly known outgoing victim to slowly isolate themselves from loved ones in fear of them being hurt, eventually this leads to insomnia and in some cases hallucinations and histera. Then Jack disappears for a while making them think they're finally okay and he's gone until he wasn't."

The scoff that left your lips echoed through the quiet room, breathing out the nicotine smoke from your Cancer stick.

So Jack was an antisocial loser and took out his lack of social skills on people who could.

"No one knows of Jack's real identity. Police have reported that the man has lived many lives and has owned many faces for the past 11 years. Reporters have tried their hardest for the past 4 years to get a one on one interview with the man but unfortunately he refuses to talk only resorting to violence."

A reporter says he went for a handshake and left with two missing fingers.

Another says he watched the man bang his head on the wall hard enough to bleed when he asked the murderer's real name.

A broken arm??

“Fuck” you huff flicking the ash at the butt of your cigarette. You stare at the mugshot photos supplied at the end of the article. Dark wide eyes, shaggy black hair falling over his forehead, the piercings sticking from the bridge of his nose eyebrow and top lip.

The look definitely screams psycho but…. he was kinda hot. It took everything in you not to go and click the endless fanfiction that you stumbled upon.

A pair of warm lips press onto your shoulder causing you to jump. Turning to look over your shoulder at the shirtless sight of Kim Namjoon.

“We have to be up in four hours, baby, come back to bed.”

You hum into his embrace with a pout stubbing out the cigarette into the pink ashtray beside your computer. “Did you know Jack went through eight lawyers? Until one day he randomly called Kim Seokjin. That high profile guy from the law firm we're partnered with? they must know each other”

Though Namjoons attention was not on the words that were leaving your mouth. Hands wander all over your body while placing kisses on your neck, and cheeks.

“He literally bit the finger of the last reporter clean off. Like do you know how much force you have to put into that? I think he reads too much gothic liter—”

Cutting you off with a quick grab of your jaw turning your head to connect his plump lips to own. Pulling away with a cheeky dimpled smirk, “I’m not sure how I feel about you talking about another man.”

“Well you shouldn't feel any type of way because you aren't MY man.”

You squeal when you're lifted up from your chair and throw over a broad shoulder. He huffs when he throws you onto the memory foam comforter, your (his) shirt lifting up your thighs exposing your bare cunt. Immediately his big body was hovering over you as he slightly pressed his body weight onto you.

“Get off you dick” pushing and smacking his tan shoulders but that did nothing for you at this moment. “Well I'm trying to put it in you.”

He bullies your legs up over his shoulders as he taps his hard piece against the wetness between your thighs. “If something happens to me during this case I swear” choking on your words as he slowly but surely presses his thick head into your cunt.

“Fuck — may the man himself strike me down.”

Hand reaching to grip your throat smashing your lips together. Luckily your mind left the thoughts of the serial killer , the only thing on your mind right now was Namjoon and his ridiculously large cockm

It wasn't weird for you to obsess over your assignments to the point where it was all you thought about. Everyone does that.

Though this one you couldn't seem to finesse your way out of. Without the help of the late Kim you'd have to pull your own strings to get what you wanted and now that Namjoon was in charge he loved making your life harder.

“Y/n.”

Your head snaps up from your laptop hand stalling from moving on your notepad face to face with gorgeously pale Detective Min Yoongi.

“Yoonie” you smile, motioning for him to sit in front of you. He looked different from when you last saw him all the months ago, more tired and cat- like you guessed it was from the heavy responsibilities that came with the position as Chief of Seouls police department

“Did you just call to look at me?”

“Sorry it's just been . . a while” you push the large Iced Americano towards him as a peace offering. He gladly accepted it with an amused raise of an eyebrow, “You know I just wait for your call.”

“The phone works both ways” you internally wince , you sounded like an estranged father talking to his child.

“What do you want?” A frown spread across your face and lips, shutting your laptop. “I can't call an old friend for a friendly coffee date.”

You waited for his answer as he took his time generously drinking from his plastic cup. With a smack of his lips he sat the cup down leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You only call me ‘Yoonie’ when you want something” eyes scanning over the scatter of papers and notes taking up your side of the table.

“This must be serious”

Hands going to clasp under your chin you sigh, cutting the bullshit. “Three years ago you were the lead investigator on the Jack in the box case which brought you from rookie detective to Chief of police.”

“I was wondering if you could help old friend out tell me what you know about-”

“No.” He cuts you off with little to no thought.

“No? Why not? This isn't our first rodeo Min”

There were plenty of times Yoongi helped you with stories without a second thought. He'd give you case files, witnesses, and anything you needed but why not now?

“Anybody but him”

You scoffed at him, irritation rising in your body. “I need this story not anyone else.”

“Well I can't help you, princess.”

“That's bullshit!” Your voice raises causing a couple people around you to turn their attention towards the two of you. He stood up, chair scraping the floor, slamming a few dollars on the table. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Turning on his heel he leaves you sitting there in your slowly growing rage. You quickly hopped from your seat chasing after him, managing to catch up with his long strides. “Yoongi slow down dammit”

He twirls around grabbing onto you by your arm, “Who gave you this story.

“Namjoon he-” you whine as his grip tightens on your arm as his eyes slit. The angry red scar on his face makes his angry stare look even more intimidating. “You don't understand how dangerous Jack is. Just because he's behind bars doesn't mean he won't have people on the outside that will whack you for being a nosy reporter.”

He softens his hold, lifting his hand to rub your cold cheek. “If something happens to you. . .” He shakes his head letting you go.

“Sit this one out Y/N I don't want to see you in our precinct mortuary.” with that he walks away disappearing into the crowd.

You sniff doing the walk of shame back to the Café sitting back in your seat with your head in your hands

Detective Min Yoongi.

“Excuse me Ma’am” the blonde barista came over holding a box of blueberry doughnuts which happened to be your favorite. “It's on the house.. everyone saw your fight with your boyfriend, manager said this might help cheer you up.”

“Oh! Thank you but he wasn't my boyfriend, just a work colleague.” You tried to defend yourself but the sympathy in his eyes only grew so you accepted the treat with another thank you. “What is your name? I've never seen you here before.”

A soft brightens his pretty face, eyes scrunching slightly adding to the prettiness of his face. “Park Jimin, Ma’am.”

MEANWHILE

The buzz of the electrically wired door opening didn't alert the man that stayed deep in the corner of his cell. “Long time no see.”

“Why now?” the visitor asks, “After all this time you choose now.”

He giggled, the haunting sound bouncing off the walls. “Did you bring what I asked for”

The visitor threw the pictures and the box of cigarettes into the cell. “Answer my question.”

“It's been three longgg years.” He finally answered, moving from his corner to pick up the photos. “Tell me is she this gorgeous in person?”

“Just for her?”

“And I need to stretch my legs” he laughs louder this time the high pitched sound echoed even through the thick steel door that kept him locked in tight.

Jack was ready to play more games

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[7brownsuga7]

Jimin headcanon (freaky edition)

He’s a switch for sure. He’s a dom but can definitely be dominated. He doesn’t care which, he just wants you both to feel good. (But he low-key loves when you take control)

He’s gonna drag that shit out!! Definitely a little edge king. Whether that’s you or him being edged, it’s gonna happen!

Orgasm deprivation. Need I say more?

Restraints!! Mostly for you but doesn’t mind it the other way. He gets a thrill knowing you won’t be able to escape the pleasurable torture he provides.

Likes to experiment and explore with you. A night with him will be far from boring. You’re down for an interesting night. (I feel like he’d like using candle wax and ice, like idk that just popped up in my mind right now lmfao)

ROLE PLAY!!!!!!!!

DOGGY STYLE!!! Backshots go crazyyy (I know yall saw that video of him at the ptd concert). He knows how to control it and is definitely giving out spanks.

Definitely will make you cum multiple times & won’t stop until you’re a tired, shaking mess.

Finger play (very good with his hands) + his tongue game???!!! He does it for his own pleasure as much as yours. He’s going to have you seeing stars. And you’re not going anywhere either, he’ll have a tough hold on you, or those restraints will come in hand.

Messsyyyyyy. He won’t be satisfied until he sees some mess.

Jealous and will remind you of whose pussy it is as he fucks you. Very possessive and will get you to say his name so he knows your pussy’s his. So dirty talk all the way.

Marking! he’s possessive and jealous so he’s gonna want people to know!! He’ll gladly show of the marks you gave him too.

He loves head. Like he just loves seeing your lips wrapped around him. He likes it slow so he can fully admire you! And you better keep that eye contact.

Talking about eye contact, that’s a big thing for him. Like he needs that shit, it’s very intense with him.

Touchy! He can’t help but to admire you and feel every inch of your skin + holding hands while fucking you!!!!

If you catch him on a freaky experimental day he might let you peg him but idk

Grunts and soft moans. I don’t think he’d be that vocal because he mainly wants to hear it from you. But he still will be heard.

Great aftercare

For @feminympho who requested 💕 enjoy <3

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[missbangtangirl]

Dayummmm 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 D-Day out now

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[starboyyoongi]

reckless. min yoongi au

⭑ summary: an empty bed and three women in black. two things that are very different in nature yet are the very same things that end up being the reason why yoongi’s life takes an unexpected turn in more ways than one.

⭑ pairings: min yoongi x black!female reader

⭑ warnings/tags: mentions of blood and murder, cursing but not too much, reader is the head of a mafia

⭑ notes: this is a super condensed drabble-like version of a fic idea that i have that isn’t completely fleshed out nor is it written yet. i thought about keeping the fic to myself until i actually wrote it, but decided that i wanna share it in small increments like this instead (: (kind of like my own little way of getting my creative juices flowing i guess). please note that these drabbles will not be copy and pasted into the final version of the fic! feel free to leave your thoughts and i hope that you guys enjoy! x

THIS IS SO fucking boring, yoongi thought to himself as he dropped his gaze to his paper once more.

he couldn’t tell you what page they were on nor could he tell you what they were even talking about. all yoongi knew was that he was going to have a lot of catching up to do once the meeting was over and he was not looking forward to it at all. his mind starts to drift once more and he wonders how you did it. how were you able to pay attention in these meetings? how were you able to stay awake without banging your head against the table every five seconds? how were you able to do this back to back for sometimes a week straight?

yoongi will admit that he underestimated this part of the job. when things were initially thrusted onto him months ago, he found himself worrying about everything under the sun; how to talk to the other executives, how to manage the company’s payroll - shit, he was even worried about the plants in the lobby. it was silly, yes, but yoongi was truly clueless about his new position.

he still remembers the relief he felt when he was told that he’d be having someone guide him along for the first few weeks. it was one of the many things that you had set up before your sudden departure and yoongi couldn’t have been more thankful.

but the meetings.

god, the fucking meetings.

that was something that he wasn’t prepared for at all.

yoongi had no problem talking.

despite how nerve wracking it could be at times, yoongi was a natural at talking in meetings. so much so that he’s lead a couple of them himself and had everyone in the room singing him praises for days afterwards. talking was the last thing that min yoongi ever had to worry about in a meeting.

no, what was really his problem - his achilles heel, if you will - was having to hear others talk for long periods of time. he hated it. no, he despised it. yoongi despised how much time he had to waste listening to a room full of men drone on and on about things that they clearly didn’t care about let alone took time to read up on - another thing that he had come to hate about the meetings, too. seeing the look of shock on the other executives and assistants faces whenever he spoke was enough for yoongi to know that he was the only one in the room who actually knew what he was talking about.

he softly scoffed and shook his head.

what a bunch of morons, he thought.

yoongi’s mind was about to wander off again, but his thoughts came to a sudden halt when the lights flickered back on and the projector began to get shut down. breathing out a sigh of relief, he pushed his chair back and glanced around the room. the meeting was finally over.

yoongi stood up and began to gather his things which wasn’t much to begin with. a few of the associates started to come up to him and greet him before striking up meaningless conversation. he answered back with a small smile on his face and feigned interest in his voice; this was nothing but routine as usual for him. after another five minutes of fake smiles and promises of catching up over some lunch and golf, yoongi was finally able to leave.

as soon as he stepped inside of his office, yoongi threw his things down on the nearby coffee table and took a seat on the couch. just as he was about to shift into a comfortable position to lay down in, there was a knock at his door. he contemplated over whether or not he should answer.

maybe if i stay quiet they’ll go away, the tired man thought to himself.

“mr min? are you in there?” a familiar voice called out, words slightly muffled by the door.

yoongi sighed.

“yes, jongho, come in,” he replied.

jongho, his assistant, poked his head through the crack in the door and smiled before walking in. yoongi took note of the papers in the younger man’s hands and silently prayed that they weren’t for him. he couldn’t handle any more paperwork for the day.

“you look like shit” jongho said as he took a seat across from yoongi who was now sporting an irritated look on his face.

“wow, jongho, thank you so much for noticing. anything else you wanna point out?” yoongi asked in a sarcastic tone.

jongho giggled and shook his head before saying, “i’m just messing with you, sir. seriously, though, you look pretty tired. is everything okay?”

yoongi nodded and replied, “i’m fine. that meeting just sucked the life out of me is all.”

“figures. i saw lee on my way here and had a feeling that the meeting was shit as usual.”

“that bastard never knows what he’s talking about yet still shows up and wastes everyone’s time. why do we keep doing business with him anyways?”

“he’s an investor, mr min. but if it makes you feel better, y/n didn’t like him either. she always hoped that he’d have an accident and wouldn’t show up.”

“of course she did,” yoongi muttered with a small smile upon hearing your name. “anyways, what’s up? are those papers for me?”

“no, no, these are for me. i just came in here to remind you that you have dinner with kim and park tonight” jongho said.

“thank you, i almost forgot about it. the dinner’s at eight, right?” yoongi asked as he rose to a standing position.

jongho followed suit as he answered, “yes. do you need me to get anything for you to bring later?”

“no, that’s okay,” yoongi said with a wave of his hand. “we’re eating at jimin’s anyways and i usually don’t bring anything, so.”

jongho nodded in response. “alright then, sounds good. i have to go and fax these documents, but is there anything else that you need from me?” he asked.

yoongi shook his head and waved his hand once more, signaling to jongho that he was free to go. once the door was closed shut, he settled into his chair and logged back into his computer. as he waited for the screen to load, he glanced at the time, but quickly wished that he hadn’t.

12:45 PM.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” yoongi muttered.

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maybe it was the long day that he had or maybe it was the glass of whiskey that he had before he came, but yoongi was almost positive that there was something wrong with his eyesight. he blinked once, twice, three times before he glanced at namjoon then at jimin then back at namjoon once more. the older of the two casually sipped away at his champagne while the younger wiped his red stained hand with a napkin.

sucking in a breath, yoongi asked, “are you two going to tell me what the fuck is going on or am i supposed to pretend that i don’t see all of… this in front me?”

silence.

“hello? i know that you two heard me. answer my question” yoongi said, annoyance clear in his voice.

silence.

yoongi’s grip on his wine glass tightened.

“answer me right now or i swear to fucking god-” yoongi started saying, but he was cut off by namjoon who finally decided to speak.

“i’m not the one who’s covered in blood here. if anything, jimin should be the one to explain himself” namjoon spoke.

jimin scoffed and quickly replied, “you may not be covered in blood, but the both of us are responsible for spilling it.”

yoongi’s eyes widened at jimin’s words.

“excuse me? what is he talking about? what are you talking about, jimin?” yoongi asked as he looked between the two.

his words, however, fell on deaf ears. neither namjoon nor jimin were paying attention to him. the pair was too busy bickering with one another and throwing around curse words instead.

“why the fuck didn’t you clean yourself up afterwards? you knew we were having dinner tonight.”

“you say it as if i purposely decided to show up in bloody clothes.”

“did you not? you’re literally sitting at the dinner table looking like you just finished slaughtering a fucking pig.”

“i mean, well, technically i did slaughter a pig tonight. so…”

now yoongi was really confused.

“wait, you- you slaughtered a pig before dinner? the two of you?” he asked in a confused tone.

“no, yoongi,” jimin said with a sigh. he looked away from namjoon then to yoongi as he continued. “we didn’t- i didn’t kill a literal pig tonight. i killed a man.”

yoongi couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“you killed… a man.”

“yes.”

“and you’re covered in blood.”

“yes.”

“his blood. that man’s blood.”

“yes.”

“not a pig’s blood?”

“not a pig’s blood,” jimin confirmed before chuckling. “jeez, why are you acting like you’ve never seen someone covered in blood before? did y/n not come home looking like this?”

yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed. he shook his head and said, “no, she didn’t. why would y/n come home like that anyways?”

with those words, it was now namjoon and jimin’s turn to be confused. they glanced at one another before glancing at yoongi who looked just as, if not more, confused as they did.

“yoongi, do you…” namjoon started slowly, pausing for a moment to think about what he was going to say. “do you know what y/n does? like, what she really does?”

“she runs the company that her father left for her,” yoongi answered almost immediately. “why? is there another company that she’s running or something?”

jimin jumped in, “not a company per se. more like a… business of some sort. well, businesses.”

“businesses?” yoongi parroted. “what do you mean businesses? namjoon, what the hell is jimin talking about? what are you two talking about?”

jimin and namjoon looked at each other once again with an unreadable expression on their faces. a sudden wave of anxiety washed over yoongi as he watched the pair with curiosity. he didn’t know it then, but what was about to come out of their mouths would ring in his ears for days to come.

“yoongi,” jimin started in a low, serious tone. “i’m not sure what y/n told you, but… the company isn’t the only thing that her father left for her. nor is she just the head of it.”

namjoon continued in the same tone, “y/n isn’t just another name in the business world, yoongi. she is the sole heir of the jade dragons.”

yoongi’s stomach started to turn.

“heir? she’s the heir?” yoongi muttered.

namjoon nodded in response.

“heir… so that means that she’s…” yoongi couldn’t say it. his tongue felt heavy and it was like the words were all of a sudden stuck in his throat.

he started shaking his head in disbelief.

this had to be some kind of sick and twisted joke, right?

“no,” yoongi said with his voice raised. “no, you’re lying, namjoon. you have to be. you have to be fucking lying to me right now.”

yoongi suddenly stood up from his chair, prompting namjoon and jimin to the same. jimin glanced at the wine glass that yoongi hadn’t put down since the conversation started and noticed how much tighter he was gripping it. it looked like it was about to break any second.

“yoongi, i know you’re in shock right now,” jimin said calmly. “but i think you should put the glass down. you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“that’s what you’re concerned about? and not the fact that you two have been fucking lying to me this entire time?” yoongi asked in disbelief.

“yes. i mean, no. i mean- look, i can explain everything, okay? i just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“tell me it isn’t true.”

“yoongi, i…”

“tell me it isn’t true, jimin.”

“i can’t… yoongi, i can’t.”

no.

“jimin, i swear to fucking god. tell me right now that it isn’t true.”

please, jimin.

“it’s true, yoongi.”

please.

“no. it can’t be.”

please.

“it is, yoongi. it’s true. we’re not lying.”

please.

the sound of the wine glass suddenly breaking filled the room. yoongi could barely register the small pieces of glass that were now digging into his skin and drawing blood. namjoon reached across the table to assess yoongi’s hand, but he moved his hand away and stepped back.

“she’s the head now, isn’t she? she’s the head of the jade dragons” yoongi spoke quietly.

namjoon lowered his head and sighed before humming in agreement.

yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. he didn’t know what to say. what was there to be said, anyways? the woman that he once knew was now a stranger—a fact that yoongi tried to ignore since the day that you left, but was now irrefutable—and so were the two men that stood in front of him.

strangers.

the four of you were nothing but strangers to one another.

and maybe that’s all you’d ever be now.

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[spicybutterfly]

Lilac

Summary: On your way to your nail appointment, you run into the cutest, yet strangest boy you’ve ever met. 

Pairing: nonidol!Jimin x fem!reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers, Romance, Fluff, Non-Idol AU

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Explicit language, Nonconsensual grabbing (Jimin has no sense of personal space)

A/N: Hi everybody, it’s been a while! I wanted to put this out way earlier but I’ve been stupid busy with work and school so yeah, here it is halfway into the year loll. I proofread this myself so please excuse any mistakes. Also, I made this banner and I think it looks pretty good for my first time so please be nice or else I’ll cry ☉ᴗ☉

*Disclaimer all characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persona or events is purely coincidental.*

Copyright © 2023 Spicybutterfly

All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for reading!♡

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It is 12:02 p.m. and you had thirteen minutes to make it to the nail salon for your scheduled appointment. Anxiously, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel, nibbling at your bottom lip. This red light felt like it had been going on forever. You swear at least three songs have played over the radio already and you still had at least five more minutes to drive before you made it to Luxe Lacquer Nail Lounge. 

You weren’t too picky about your appointment time. A spot during the weekend was preferable, but if that wasn’t available any time after you got off of work would do. Unfortunately, neither of those two options was available to you. For some reason, your go to nail salon was virtually booked out for the next two weeks. Of course with your luck, the only spot they did have available was the most inconvenient to you. Twelve-fifteen on a Wednesday afternoon. 

Typically, on a Wednesday at noon, you’d be at work, hunched over typing away at your computer. The only possible way for you to make it to your appointment would be to go during your lunch break. Thankfully, they lasted an hour and your boss wasn’t too finicky about when you took them, as long as it wasn’t too early or too late in your work day. 

You couldn’t afford to miss this appointment. It had been practically a month since the last time you’d gotten your nails done and showed. You weren’t high maintenance per se, but keeping up your appearance was important and these nails simply were not it. Your cuticles were an atrocious sight, overgrown and brittle. The once neatly painted gel polish has lost its shine, now dull and chipping around the edges. Don’t even get me started on your shape, formerly a perfect square, straight across the top with sharp edges, now sported a rounded and blunt look. Your nails were in dire need of some TLC. 

“Finally,” you sighed out, pressing on the gas pedal as the light turned green. Briskly, you glanced over at the digital clock in your dashboard. 

12:03, twelve minutes left. 

Steadily, you continued your journey on the road trying your absolute hardest not to go over the speed limit. If you did happen to go over a mile or two, no one noticed. After three more excruciatingly long minutes, you eventually pulled into the plaza’s parking lot. 

The area was buzzing with people of all kinds. A group of people dining outside of a restaurant, young adults coming in and out of the grocery store, an elderly couple sharing an ice cream sundae, and a dad pushing his baby through the parking lot in a stroller.

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled, roaming around for a space.

Just ahead a black Chevy Silverado began to back out of its spot. A glimmer of hope spread throughout you as it seemed you were the first and only one to notice and would finally be able to park. Plus it was only two shops down from the salon! You pulled in behind them, giving them enough space to back out but at the same time showing them you were ready to move in. 

Just as they were almost completely backed out, you noticed just across from you an elderly woman driving an older Toyota Avalon. Through your windshield you could see how intently she was starting at your parking spot, inching forward as the Chevy rolled out. 

“Oh hell no!” you protested. This old lady was trying to steal your spot. Not today. 

 As soon as the Chevy was clear out of your way, you jerked your wheel to the left, simultaneously pressing firmly on the gas pedal. Your car swerved into the space before the old woman could even take her foot off the brakes. 

With squinted eyes, you watched as she begrudgingly drove away, flipping you the bird through her passenger window. 

You scuffed. The nerve of some people. 

After putting the gear into park, you shifted the key turning your car off before removing it completely. Snatching your purse from your passenger seat, you swung your driver’s side car door open, at last stepping out onto the concrete. 

The heat from the blazing sun warmed your skin instantly. Being blasted by the cool air from your car vents almost made you forget you were in the middle of summer. Internally, you thanked your past self for deciding to wear a flowy dress today instead of slacks.

12:10, five minutes left. 

If speedwalking in backless platform sandals were an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist. You had no idea you could even move this fast. Rushing down the walkway, you dodged between the people crowding your path. Who knew it would be so jam-packed on a Wednesday afternoon? 

Relief immediately rushed through your body as the sight of the salon came into view. You made it with four minutes to spare. 

Just as you were about to enter the salon, your hand on the door handle, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. 

“Um, excuse me?” a smooth voice rang out.

With your hand still gripping the door handle you turned to face the stranger.

Before you was a man, but not just any man. He may honestly be the most beautiful man, or better yet, person you’ve ever seen.

 He looked around your age, maybe a couple of years older. Dressed in a cool-toned brown sweater and black slacks, he stood tall with quite impressive posture. Thick, fluffy black hair sat atop his head. A few strands lay delicately on his blemish-free forehead. Silver jewelry decorated his skin. His ears sported a pair of simple hoops dangling with every head movement. On his neck was a dainty chain necklace, it looked like it belonged to a designer brand. What caught your attention the most was the many rings that adorned his fingers. They shined prettily in the sunlight. 

The only way for you to describe his face was that of a fairytale prince. His eyes were tender and kind, a complete contrast to his sharp eyebrows but they paired well together. You wondered if he routinely got them threaded. His cheeks were round and breadlike, making you want to reach out and squish them against your better judgment. And don’t even get you started on his lips. They were the softest, plumpest pair of lips you’ve ever seen. You just know he goes through tubes and tubes of chapstick frequently.

 He smiled gently at you when your eyes finally met. Your heart fluttered. Whatever this guy was trying to sell, you just might have to buy.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you but I-” With a voice as warm as his you could listen to him speak all day. But you were on a time crunch and now had three minutes before you had to go in for your appointment.

“Ahh, actually,” you interrupted wincing slightly. “I’m kinda in the middle of something. So if you’ll excuse me.” You turned away again, this time slightly opening the door. 

This time you felt him grip your free hand, intertwining your fingers with his.“Oh! This’ll only take a second I promise.” 

“What the hell!” you yelled, snatching your hand away with a quickness, spinning on your heels to face him again. Straight away this garnered the attention of a few strangers, looking nosily to see what was happening. 

“What is your problem?! I’m not interested in whatever you’re trying to sell!” You don’t care how attractive this man is, he’s definitely lost his mind.

He seemed surprised by his actions, staring back at you in shock with both eyes wide open. “I’m so sorry!” he rushed, waving his hands out in front of him. “I’m not trying to sell you anything, I swear! I just wanted to tell you that I thought you were gorgeous and that your hair looked beautiful! I never meant to offend you, really!”

He was a stranger to you. It was absolutely inappropriate of him to grab your hand without your permission. You had no obligation to believe a word he said. But there was just something about the sincerity in his voice that made it difficult for you to harbor any lingering anger. As crazy as it sounds he seemed genuine and you believed him.

“Oh,” you muttered, calmer now. “Still you can’t just grab people you don’t know, it's rude. And thank you.” You avoided his eyes, instead focusing on the loose thread at the bottom of his sweater. 

“Again, I’m sorry. My friends remind me all the time about how handsy I can be. I’m working on it. And, you’re welcome.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m Jimin,” the man, or Jimin grinned, sticking his hand out towards you to shake. You looked at his hand before looking at his face. His eyes were nearly completely shut with how hard he was smiling. It was insanely endearing. 

You replied with your name, shaking his hand in return. The softness of his skin didn’t surprise you at all, you could tell he took good care of himself

“Going to get your nails done?” Jimin questioned, nodding his head towards the salon. 

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, looking at your hand as you inspected your overgrown nails. “I’m in need of a long overdue manicure. I actually have to go in for my appointment in about-” You looked at your wristwatch. “Two minutes.”

“Have you decided on a color yet?”

“Not yet. I was thinking of maybe getting-” You cut yourself off at the feeling of Jimin taking your hand in his once again. Ignoring the butterflies that instantly fluttered through you, you watched as he brought your hand in front of his face. You almost giggled aloud at the vision before you. He looked like a mad scientist, examining your hand that close to his face.

“You really do have no sense of personal space, huh?”

“I think you should get…” he paused for a moment thinking to himself. “Purple.”

“Purple?”

“Mhm,” he confirmed, nodding. “But not just any purple. Maybe a pastel purple? Like ..lilac! Yeah, lilac! I think that would look really pretty against your skin.” With a satisfied smile, gently, he let your hand fall back to its previous position. 

You felt your whole body flush with warmth. You know if you were lighter you’d definitely be blushing all over. Thank goddess for your brown skin. 

To mask your shyness, you grabbed your phone out of your purse checking the time. Yeah, you were wearing a watch but you needed to look away from him before you exploded. 12:16. Oh shit! 

“I’m late!” you shrieked, turning back towards the salon. “It was nice meeting you, Jimin, but I gotta go.” It was really nice talking to Jimin, but you weren’t missing this appointment for anyone.

“Wait!” He called, coming up beside you.

 “You should send me a picture.” You raised an eyebrow.

 “Of your nails! You should send me a picture of your nails when they’re done, I mean. You know because I suggested the color. But only if you want to, of course, no pressure!” 

Jimin twisted the ring on his left pointer finger, awaiting your answer. You thought his sudden nervousness was sweet. 

Usually, it would take a lot more for you to give your number out. Especially to a random stranger you’d only met and known for a couple of minutes. You’d seen too many true crime documentaries for that. But Jimin raised no red flags to you. Sure he was a little weird and awkward but he was also sweet and charming. To be quite honest you enjoyed spending these past few minutes with him, and you wouldn’t mind seeing him again. 

“What’s your number?” you smiled unlocking your phone. Jimin grinned again, eyes nearly shut and cheeks raised high, before reciting his number to you.

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You were so damn lucky you had history with your nail tech, Sandra, or else you would’ve been out of luck. You didn’t make it to your appointment on time, in fact, you were three minutes late. It may or may not have something to do with you and Jimin giggling over which photo to use as his contact picture in your phone. 

The pure look of irritation on Sandra’s face when you finally did make it inside the salon to check in at the front desk nearly made you visibly wince. You knew you were being an inconvenience, coming in late even though you were standing right outside of the salon. But c'mon, you were only three minutes late! It’s not like you arrived an hour later or no called no showed. Still though, it was rude of you and you made sure to apologize and leave her a hefty tip for being a bother.

Back in the front seat of your car, you admired your nails. No matter how irritated your Sandra was, she still killed this set! You opted for your usual square shape, you couldn’t see yourself veering away from it, it just had such a polished look. For your nail color, you were stuck between three shades of purple that could be considered lilac. Instead of wrecking your brain, you sent a picture to Jimin letting him pick the shade closest to the one he envisioned and he did not disappoint. Delicate yet bold, the lilac complimented your skin tone perfectly. You’re not sure if this was a color you would’ve ever chosen on your own and you’re so glad Jimin suggested it for you. They were simple but cute and you loved them!

Posing your left hand you snapped a quick pic of your new nails before sending it over to Jimin. 

Cute?

He responded almost instantly. 

Jimin (◠‿◠)

Very! See, I told you it would look good :)) 

Whatever lol, I guess you did an ok job.

Jimin (◠‿◠)

I think what you meant to say was. Thank you so much, Jimin!

You rolled your eyes before responding. 

Thank you, Jimin. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you! You are truly god sent!

Just then your phone began to vibrate, Jimin’s contact and goofy contact picture popped up on your screen. You clicked the answer button before it could ring a second time. 

“You’re so very welcome, _____! I’m glad I could be of assistance to you!” Though you couldn’t see his face, the smile was present in his voice. You laughed aloud, thinking of a response. You definitely didn’t want this to be your last time speaking to Jimin. There was an obvious connection between you and it would be silly of you not to explore it. Hopefully, you weren’t reading the situation wrong and he was just as interested in you as you were in him. 

“Hey, um, what are you doing later today, around let’s say 5:30-ish? My appointment took a little longer than expected so I can’t pick up any lunch and I was wondering if you would like to try that new pizzeria downtown with me?” you asked, heart hammering in your chest. You felt like a teenager talking to her crush for the first time. It’s been a while since you’ve done something like this. You’ve been so focused on work recently, hardly allowing yourself any free time. Dating just wasn’t at the forefront of your mind.

Restlessly, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel awaiting his answer.

Jimin hummed as he thought. “Are you asking me out on a date?” 

Oh shit.“Huh!? A date! I wa- uh I mean-” “Because if you are,” Jimin interrupted, ceasing your rambling. “Then I would say yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “You actually beat me to it. I wanted to ask you out for ice cream after your appointment.” 

“Oh!” you voiced. “Well, we can always go after the pizza?”

“I'd like that.”

“Okay! Cool,” you grimaced at your response. Gosh, why were you so nervous?

“Cool,” he giggled. “I’ll see you there, then?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” you smiled, giddy all over. Bringing your phone from your ear, you pressed the end call button. It took a moment for the realization to set in. Did that really just happen? Before you knew it an elated squeal escaped your lips. Nerves now replaced with excitement, you began your journey back to work, eagerly looking forward to your date with Jimin.

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[berryhobii]

loveeeee how u are feeding us with constantly uploading fics😍!!

can u do namjoon or jimin with thick blk fem reader and they're ass guys or something idk

Thanks for your request! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵

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If asked to pick his favorite parts of you, Jimin had a few answers.

Obviously everything since you were his perfect baby love honey pie.

If asked to choose specifics, well your eyes of course. And your nose. And your smile just made his heart race. Your ears were adorable too. Your hands fit perfectly in his. How could he forget your cute hands too?

Yeah, Jimin loved everything about you.

“Jimin, get off my legs. They’re falling asleep.”

“Mhmm? Let them….”

“Jimin!”

You and Jimin were currently lounging on your bed. The sheets had been freshly changed, both of you freshly showered, and with the weather becoming colder outside, it was the prime time for snuggles.

Only, Jimin was doing the majority of the snuggling.

You were laid out your belly, trying to complete another day in Good Pizza Great Pizza. Only to get frustrated because these dumb customers kept giving you riddles! How were you supposed to know they only wanted bell peppers on half the pizza!? That’s not what their cryptic way of explaining implied.

You loved spending these moments with your lover. Feeling him close and helping him relax after his long days filled your heart with content. Caring for him and knowing he came to you to alleviate all of his stress was comforting.

But it was hard to be comforting when you were so uncomfortable.

Jimin’s head was laid right on your ass, his body taking place between your slightly spread legs. Both of his hands occasionally squeezed at your cheeks, a light smack or two scattered between those.

He was incredibly close to falling asleep and would have been if you hadn’t of disturbed him.

You wiggled around a little, trying to get him to move but he just whined and held onto your buttocks tighter.

“Stop moving. You can shake your ass on my face later.” He yawned.

You held back a laugh at his sleepy voice. He’s the only person you knew that could plan sex while moments from dreamland.

Huffing, you said, “what’s your obsession with my ass anyway? It’s just an ass.”

That seemed to wake him up more, his head lifting. You craned yours the best you could to be able to see him, snorting at the serious yet scandalized look on his face.

“It’s not just an ass. It’s your ass. And your ass is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Are you implying that dating me isn’t the best thing that ever happened to you?” You teased.

He rolled his eyes. “Your ass comes with dating you so they’re basically the same thing. Your butt is soft and jiggly and when you bounce on my cock…..”He hissed, shaking his head. “It’s like magic.” He emphasized his point by clapping his hand down on your left ass cheek, eyes mesmerized as he watched the fat ripple. And you were only wearing panties which made the effect look all the better.

“Then how about I bounce on your cock instead? I’m starting to consider shutting down my small business for the night.”

The weight was off your legs immediately. You turned over and sat up, laughing at the hilarious sight that met you.

Jimin was trying to simultaneously take off his shirt and pajama pants—his arms were stuck and he was jumping on one foot attempting to get out of his pants.

He finally got everything off, hair tussled and breathing hard like he just ran a marathon.

You bit your lip to stifle your laughter. He raised an eyebrow, lips quirking up since this situation was actually pretty funny to him as well.

But he had to be serious!

“Prepare your ass, baby.”

He tackled you onto the bed, giggles and sweet kisses being traded between you two, his hands squeezing at your ass

Jimin still loved everything about you but your ass definitely had a very special place in his heart.

And in his hands.

#bts #bts x black reader #bts fic #park jimin #jimin x reader #askberryhobii

[vinetae]

Bloodline - PJM

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊɪᴍɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (Neighbor!AU)

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 18+ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ/ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ!ᴊɪᴍɪɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴜ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

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Metal. That’s all Jimin could smell. Fellow kids watched as he stumbled back, landing flat on his ass to the hard cement. Hand coming to pinch his bloody nose, cursing under his breath in pain. 

“Aish, what are we gonna do with a pervert like you, huh?” Seo-Jin bows at the waist, body towering over Jimin as he looks down at the young boy in disgust. His clan of schoolmates are soon to chime in. 

“I think we should tie him up.” One comments, spitting on the floor next to where Jimin had laid. 

“Nah, little pervert would probably like it.” Seo-Jin’s voice is harsh and demeaning as his hand comes to grip Jimin’s chin tightly, tilting his head to catch the Senior’s hard gaze. “Fucking little pig.” 

Jimin’s chest heaves out a cough, spitting in Seo-Jin’s face. He lets out a chuckle, rising to his feet. Jimin’s eyes take a glance over to a small boy on the sidelines, watching as his fellow classmate gets beaten to a pulp. The small boy’s structure stood frozen, hands coming up to conceal his eyes from the bloody sight. Jimin’s teeth grit in pain and anger. Seo-Jin glances over to where Jimin’s stares had landed, a smirk pressing his lips. His body turns towards the young boy, as Seo-Jin’s two henchmen lift Jimin’s body from the blood-stained concrete, holding his head in place for the small school boy to see. His eyes widen with terror, as Seo-Jin’s arm comes to wrap around his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. 

“Yah, you know this boy?” His head shakes slowly, watching as one of the older boys lands a harsh blow to Jimin’s stomach, as he spews out a cough of blood onto the cement. Seo-Jin’s arm tugs at the boy’s figure, shaking it gently. 

“You sure you don’t know him..” Seo-Jin leans to the side, reading the young boy’s name tag as he continues. “Taehyung-ie?” 

Taehyung’s head shakes violently, eyes squeezing shut as to not watch this horrific scene. 

Seo-Jin scoffs, pushing Taehyung to the ground with a harsh shove. 

“If that’s how you wanna play.” 

..

His skin burned with fire. Blood tripping to escape, just for the boiler’s heated surface to swallow up any trace of skin left. His flesh melted away as if it had been a bowl of ice cream sitting in summer’s sun. Jimin frantically screams out, body writhing back and forth, but it has been no use. He was immobilized. Useless. Helpless. Seo-Jin’s left foot baring down between Jimin’s shoulder blades, as the two other students push his arm further against the boiler, earning a loud, shrieking scream from the struggling boy. 

Seo-Jin chuckles, deepening his heel onto Jimin’s spine. “You fucking like that, you little bitch!?”

Tears stained Jimin’s reddened cheeks, as the last bit of flesh he had of his forearm, diminished. Leaving only in its trail a path of pain and sorrow. Tears for the person he once called ‘friend’. 

..

Once he'd finished grad school, he'd decided to move into a small little town on the outskirts from the city. Nature calling, rather than his boss. He preferred it that way. Not having to listen to anymore dramatic, stretched college sex stories of who fucked who. His mind had been at peace.

Until a certain little lady stepped into his sight.

The white tailed summer's dress cascaded down her elongated figure. Half exposed legs stretch further than he could see. A pair of sparkly, white heels to match.

Certainly wasn't a usual sight for the south.

His breath rolls out in a few hushed chuckles, wiping the excess paint from his feather brush. He watches the young woman haul the minimal of her suitcases towards the neighboring house, plopping the load onto the bouncy oak planks of Miss Kim's old porch.

He lowers himself down to the little padded chair he'd sat out for his creative activities, knee bending at the joint as he relaxes a bit. The cool winds of summer brush along his lightly tanned skin like his brush strokes upon the once blank canvas.

His eyes train upon the newly announced stranger's slim figure, watching as she struggles searching for the key the previous owner had hid. A chuckle rolls from his breath, mind wandering to his faded memories of the previous tenant.

A few moments drip by, before he mumbles a few, familiar words to her un-aided struggles.

"Flower pot."

After a few more seconds, he watches the expression of her features shine like the sun. Lighting up like the fourth of July, as your hands place themselves right where he'd silently explained.

A smile creeps his sharp features.

Interesting.

..

Your hands fumble with the keys. If only the renter hadn’t used her space set as a ring holder for Christmas pictures of her cats. 

You take in a deep breath, scanning the room  as you take in all of its glory. A true to form, traditional house, on a beautiful piece of property. The backyard looks out into the open lands, making out nothing but freedom and skies from here on out. Your chest finally felt like it had been lifted. A weight, no longer burdening your heart. 

Feet trailing along the wooden heated floors, you get to work. Ripping the clear sheet protectors served to preserve the clean looks of her furniture. Small lamps sit in the corner, as you start setting up some of the items Miss Kim had put away for a while. 

After a few minutes of preparing the place you’ll be staying for the next week, your lips tug to a smile. Admiring your hard work. Your head turns to check the clock. 

1pm. 

It had taken about five hours to drive to this little town. The craigslist ad seemed a little sketchy at first. Once you checked the location, and talked with the verified tenant, you’d decided to book it for the week. A relaxing vacation near some open land and wildlife is just what you needed. 

Reaching into your luggage to pull out your painting easel, you set your things up on the back porch. 

..

The camera zooms to focus. Lens calculating in his grasp, as he snaps the beautiful scene. Life’s wondrous views, right in the palm of his hand. The figures curved and shaped to beautiful proportions, as a glowy afternoon dew drips down the scene. 

Her muffled screams ruin the sight. 

Jimin’s eyes roll, ripping another strip from his packaged tape, slapping a double piece to shut the struggling woman up. His knees bend at the joints, as he places a finger against the duct tape that had been hiding her thinned lips. Eyes glasses and fogged, as she had looked gaunt and malnourished. 

It had been her own fault, anyways. Jimin offered, for days on end, some delicious meals to her, but she just kicked the serving tray away and screamed. Fought him on every little thing.Beginning to be fed up with her antics, he’d been left with no other option. 

Her back propped against the hard concrete wall’s vertical surface. Thinning limbs trembling in starvation as she begins to thrash around violently, working with what little space of movement she had been given. Jimin’s eyes roll, as he grips the ball of her ankle, yanking her body forcefully down the wall’s flat. Her figure slides down to collide her back with the cement floors, a loud whine exiles her taped lips. 

 Jimin tsks, caressing the crown of her head gently. 

“You know, this would’ve been a lot smoother for you if you had just done what I said.” He sucks in a breath, before his palm hits the side of her thigh, earning himself a covered moan. A smirk plasters his cheeks, as he sets the camera to ‘flash’. He angles the lens to ghost over her body, getting a clear and full shot once.

“Smile” 

..

Your hands reach up, feeling the efforts of your paintings taking a toll on your bad posture. You place the brush down, leaning back to admire your small artwork. The beautiful mountains peak high in the background, as a stream of water rushes past, making the sight one of mother nature’s most beautiful works. You never really liked the city anyways. Always preferring the peaceful side of the country, to the buzzing hum of the rich. Actually, it was never a hum. More like a shout. 

Your French-dipped nail drags along the canvas’ filled spaces as a sigh escapes your lips.

..

The night sky dips down in watermarks across the horizon. Sun bidding farewell until the morning. Unpacking the rest of your things, you go to bed early. Hoping to awake bright and early in the morning for some sightseeing tours you’d signed up for. As your eyes are slow to drift away to Dreamland, your heart swells with all of the adventures you’re sure to encounter. All the different people, experiences, places, and more. 

..

This place was a ghost town..

Not a single soul was in sight. The town looked as if everyone had just upped and left as soon as you rolled in. Well, for the first few minutes of your miniature tour of the town, anyways.  Fresh baked rice cakes aroma could send even the strongest man to his knees. The delicious, chewy goodness tempts you strongly. Giving in, you quickly make your way to the little shop you’d spotted on the very end of town. 

His smile is warm and inviting. A man around your age stood tall in the window frame, as he flashes an early morning hello. Box-dyed blonde locks pulled back into a short ponytail, as his neck adorns a simple white button up collar, thighs wrapped in some cute loose blue jeans. 

“Hey there! What can I get chya?” 

Your nose follows the smell of scrumptious rice cakes. Finger automatically pointing towards the display case. As he’s preparing your to-go bag, you question. “Hey.. uh- where is everyone, by the way?” Your hands fiddle with the string of your coat, as his hand extends to give you your order. 

“Huh? What do you mean?” His arms place on the counter, eyebrow raising. 

“Uh..” You take another look around. “On the brochure..” 

He cuts in. “Brochure? Ohhh you mean Miss Kim’s listing?” You nod. His chest expands, letting out a laugh. “Ah.. she likes to over talk this place a lot.” Your eyebrow raises, as you take a bit of the little rice dough cylinder, he continues. “She’s lived here since the 30s. Her and her husband practically founded this little joint.” 

Your lips form an O-shape, chuckling. “Oh, so that’s why she was so enthusiastic about it..” He nods, upper body leaning closer to catch your gaze. His voice lowers, whispers colluding with the summer air. “It’s a quiet town, maybe a little too quiet…”  Your head swivels, catching him bursting into a fit of laughter. 

“I’m kidding! There’s no ghosts here or anything, promise. So, how long are you staying?” His boxy smile makes your cheeks burn red from embarrassment. To think, you took this countryside boy seriously for a second. His hand reaches around, scratching at his neck. 

“Oh, just until Saturday. I’m leaving early in the morning.” You reply, admiring the shop’s vintage aesthetic. It’s like everything in the town has been put on pause, like time has not affected anything in it. As if it had been Father Time’s favorite child.

“So..” You start, licking the little rice cake sauce from your thumbs, making a popping sound. You catch Adam's Apple bob up, then back down. Tongue swiping across the pad of your lips as you continue. “What’s a guy like you doing here?” 

His eyebrow raises. “Guy like me?” He doesn’t recognize the sentence. Well, that makes sense. By the way he’s dressed, he could’ve passed for just a rich, young looking grandpa. The slacks he wore had been pretty brand new looking as well, giving off ‘rich uncle’ vibes. In fact, his whole aura just screamed Old Soul.

“Uh well, you know?” Your voice begins to stutter, trying to fix the wording. “Like- a young guy. Handsome, pretty well off looking-” 

He stops for a second, processing the question. “You think I’m handsome?” A smirk presses his lips, as your heart begins to race. Shit. That’s not how you- you didn’t come here for a good fuck and run, Y/n. You came here to escape your problems, not add to them!

“I- uh.. I would be lying if I said no but-” He chuckles, tapping the counter softly. 

“Ah, you seem really nice but I’m uhm..” Your eyebrows knit together, trying to fill in the blank. He pulls his phone from pocket, as the screen lights up brightly, showing him and a picture of another man - kissing.

Your cheeks flush red. Great, Y/n. You just automatically assumed his sexuality- Are you really that obsessed, thinking everyone wants to bang you!?

Your lips falter, a deep crimson tints your face. You wanted the world to swallow you whole. 

“I- Uh.. I’m- c-congratulations..” He smiles, sliding the little device pack into its pocket. His cheeks burn with the same embarrassment. 

“Hah, thanks? I mean you’re really pretty and all.. Ah, I’m sorry.” He extends his hand out as a peace offering. “Can we start over?” 

You nod, shaking his hand in agreement. His lips curve into a smile, as he introduces himself. 

“I’m Taehyung.” 

..

You needed a long bubble bath after that awkward situation. You and Tahyung had been talking for a few minutes before an elderly woman called him to the back. You quickly exchange goodbyes, as you make your way out of the little shop. Hands swinging the little decaled paper bag mid air, while walking the rest of the little town’s small trails. You scoot out of the way, making your body fall to the side. A hand catches your arm before you’re able to collide with the piles of thorny brush. 

“Are you okay, Miss?” 

..

Fucking banshee. Jimin lets out a sigh, scrubbing at his wooden floors with a small brush. Knees aching and bruised the dips and sharp cracks along the basement’s floors dig into the surface of his skin like tiny knives. He dips the scrubber back in the bucket of water, going back to cleaning the floors. Tugging the lower part of his lips between his teeth, he mumbles out a few curses towards the woman’s silent pleas. Her legs fold inwards to bring some kind of comfort to this situation. Jimin’s hand lifts her heel up from the floor, as she lets out a scream. He’s quick to tower her body, pinching her nostrils to cut off her airway. 

“I thought you said you were gonna be quiet.” He grumbles, fingers tightening on her nose. Eyes were red and swollen from how many times she’d cried just today. He let go as soon as he could see the blue starting to paint her cheeks. When she’s released, the tape flies off from the side, as she’s gasping for air. Chest heaving tightly, taking every gulp of air she could. Her body falls to the side, hunched and curled up into a ball, trying to protect what little sliver of dignity she had left. 

Jimin’s eyes roll, as he rips off another piece of tape from the large Costco sized roll he’d bought a few weeks prior to this event. . He thinks for a second, an image of the woman he’d seen earlier, settling in his body. He wondered how you’d sound with all tied and taped up. Would you scream? Beg? Plea for your life like the others? He knew some of the older kids now loved that kind of stuff. When he visited Seoul two years ago, serial killers, murderers and masked men were all the rage. So much so, that he thought Halloween had come early this year. Now, he just knows that this generation might be just as fucked up as he is. 

This brings a smile to his lips. The woman tries to kick her left leg towards him, but he’s too quick. Gripping onto her ankle to twist at the joint. She screams in agony, as his body leans over hers. Sweat glean off the surface of her fake-tanned skin, as he mentally groans in disgust at the sight. Her black, choppy locks cling to the sticky palette as her chest heaves in uneven breaths. His lips  graze the skin of her lobe, a deep and commanding tone clear in his voice as he whispers. 

“If you wanna keep this foot I suggest you shut the fuck up.”

..

She just had to scream, didn’t she? 

Jimin grudgingly hauls the large bag across the floor of his small house, before swinging it over his shoulders, making his way out the door. 

She screamed and screamed until her throat seemed as if it had shriveled up. He started to silently worry just a bit when he saw the color from her skin drain. After a few minutes of her screaming out some incoherent words -mainly threats by her tone, he assumed-, her body fell forwards. Lifeless and cold. Jimin’s hand stretched to her wrist, feeling for some kind of sign that maybe she’d just been exhausted. Her body gave into its own needs before putting up her pride as a shield for so long. His eyes widen just a tad at the lack of pulse. 

Nothing. 

(

The doorbell sounds through his tiny apartment. His hands clamp up at his sides, as he slowly opens the door to reveal a tiny woman. Her body was dressed in a simple pair of light-washed blue jeans, and a white cropped sweater. A shy smile curls the ends of her lips, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Can I come in?” 

After a short study session she places her textbook to the side, letting out a long breath of air. Arms reaching upwards, tugging the hem of her cropped sweater along with it. Jimin’s eyes glance down, feeling the back of his throat dry at the sight. Her exposed, slightly toned waist makes Jimin feel like Pavlov’s dogs they’d been studying for the past thirty-minutes. 

Jimin’s pulled out of his salivating state, as he notices the screen of her bunny sticker covered phone case lights up. She giggles, typing quickly back to send a message. 

Who was making her smile like that?

Maybe it’s a funny video her friend texted, Jimin thought. His hands had become a lot clammier since her arrival. Barely being able to hold his number two pencil in his hand long enough to jot down the notes you’d been taking alongside. 

Arms reaching upwards, she stretches once more. This time, lips parted slightly to allow a soft moan slip to unconsciously grace Jimin’s ears. As you rise to stand up, he panics.

No.. He thought. 

You can’t leave. 

In a matter of seconds he too is lifting off from the couch, the pile of textbooks and notepads falling from his lap in a hurry from his sudden action. Her head tilts in confusion from his jerked movements. 

“I- uh..” He couldn’t find a word to say. Everything in his mind ended with ‘please stay with me forever’.

Her eyebrow quirks, flashing the world’s cutest smile that makes his heartstrings tug in agony. 

She was torture. 

He was being tortured. Yet, blessed at the same time. 

For months on end, he’d been going around campus, bribing his way into her life. Talking to her friends, co-workers, colleagues, and even teachers. Now, he finally has her..

And he’s not planning on letting go anytime soon.

His voice is small and frail, but there were some dangerous intentions behind his meek exterior. On the outside, he looked nothing more than a cute little bookshop boy who’d looked as if he never even reached puberty to begin with. His thin and lean proportions due to the extra shifts at work, hadn’t helped his boyish, angelic appearance. 

However, there’s always thorns attached to roses. 

Her bright smile acts as if it could light up the dark pits of Hell itself. Cheeks tugging upwards as a rosy tint hues her features. She leans down to collect her things, stuffing them all back into the comfort of her drawstring bag before continuing. 

“Nice meeting you, Jimin.” 

As she makes her way towards his front door, he follows behind like a little puppy. Waiting for her to turn back around at any time, and just beg to stay, instead of it being the other way around. 

Her hand reaches for the door before he’s able to catch her. The silhouette of her figure lights up like an aura from the corridor’s fluorescent lights.

Just as quick as she’d entered his life, she was gone. 

His chest groans out, feeling the weight of her body on his. The smell of rotting flesh begins to decay inside the innocent looking gym bag. He’d dressed in a loose white tank-top and basket shorts to really sell the idea. Now, he hauls the bag out his pure daylight where anybody could see. Not that anyone wo-

“Ow!” A small girl yelps, as her body collides into his. He curses under his breath, helping the woman to stand to her feet. As straggles of your hair flip to the side, he feels a certain, familiar tug in his heart at the sight.

 The.. smell.  

She flashes a wide smile. “Oh- sorry! I didn’t see you there.” He returns the gesture, tilting his head to the side. Preening the false gesture in a sort of chivalrous manner. 

“It’s alright.” Fuck. 

He knows that perfume anywhere. 

Soon, your nose catches up to the scent emitting from the gym back. Hand coming to pinch your nostrils together at the oder. He chuckles, swinging the bag down for it to rest at his side. “Ah, sorry. I just got back from my workout.” 

“That’s okay. There’s a gym near here?” Yes. He silently celebrates his victory, as he points to the mountain’s direction. 

“Yeah, just over that hill.” He watches your head tilt to the side. Eyebrow raising. 

“A gym.. On the mountain?” 

He nods once more, which seems to help in buying in your trust for that obvious lie.

“Is it free?” His head shakes. 

“The only gym that’s free is the gym at home.” You chuckle, as he watches the cute little lines on your cheeks fade into sight. 

You nod politely. He masks the shock he felt  in his heart. Had you really not recognized him? Were you trying not to? I mean, he has built some muscle in the past few years.. And dyed his hair.. But, was he really that forgettable?

He tries to start the conversation back up, grasping for more information. “So, what brings you here? You don’t look familiar.” 

Liar. 

Your head swivels, taking a glance around at the beautiful sight you’d been blessed with. Mountain scapes far off in the distance, covered by a thin sheet of low hanging clouds, as the clear blue skies sing happily on this wonderful afternoon. “Ah, I’m just here on vacation.” 

He nods, taking in a breath. “Yeah, sure is beautiful. ” 

Bullshit. This place was nothing but tumble weeds and dead bodies to him. 

A shy smile graces your lips, as your head bows slightly in agreement. “So, maybe I can give you a tour sometime?” His hands dig into the pockets of his basketball shorts, dropping the duffel bag to the ground. 

Eh, it’s not like he’s trying to keep the mouthy bitch alive. 

Your head takes back to his large form. Something felt.. Odd about this man. A coiling feeling in your stomach twists and pulls, making the patterns in your heart begin to fasten. Hands brushing to the sides of your body, in hopes of seeming not too intimidated. 

“Yeah-” Just then, an echoed voice rips through the awkward conversation. His breath is staggered and running out, as he bends down to place his hands on his knees to catch a breath. 

“Taehyung?” You question, moving to the side to give him some room. 

“Y-You forgot your- shit, I needa down..” His ass plops to the dirt path, as Jimin’s eyebrow raises in confusion. Who was this man to you? Why had he never seen him before? Jimin’s eyes focus in more, much as his camera’s does when it’s needing a clear shot. The strange man had been sporting an apron with the cursive logo stamped on the chest. 

‘Taekkbokki’

He scoffs. 

“Kim Taehyung.” Jimin retorts, tasting the soured syllables against his tongue. The corner of his mouth curving upwards, as Taehyung takes a glance up. His body immediately went stiff at the sight of the familiar stranger. 

“A-Ah.. Jimin.” You glance between the two men, eyebrows quirking in confusion. Taehyung’s posture ceasing to show any confidence whatsoever. If he had a tail, it would surely be between his legs by now.  

“You two know each other?” 

A smirk presses Jimin’s lips, as he reaches down to the grass stalk to tug off a piece, curving his plush lips around the thinned strip of grass. His feet turn outwards, pointing to the direction he’d been planning to move. 

“Nope. Never seen him before in my life.” 

Liar.

_______

A/n: Ahhh how’d we feel? Taehyung’s appearance? Jimin’s past? Let me tell you guys I got so stuck on the plot for MONTHS. I tried so many different drafts, but they just never seemed good enough. With all  the hype that Bloodline’s Teaser got, I felt really nervous in trying to perfect this first chapter. I know what you guys are thinking “Why only a chapter” 

Well, because I told you guys it was going to be drawn out TO THE MAX. Like, this ain’t a slow burn. It’s a tortoise burn. XDD

I’m so glad I finally have a plot now so I can start writing the next chapters for this!

_____

©2023 Vinntaege

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Cookout Hyung Line + Jimin

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NAMJOON

• 𝐍𝐎𝐓 gonna lie, it was a rocky ass start when y'all first arrived

• having the meeting-the-family for the first time jives and all

• boy way shaking and sweating bullets the moment he stepped through the backdoor

• and to add salt on to the wound, almost the entire yard went silent when they spotted him

• with a strained smile and wave, you walk over to your parents

• Namjoon of course stayed close to your ass like white on rice

• the tension slowly went away as you spoke to the older generations of the family

• sweet baby Joon just sitting there quietly, ain't saying nothing in fear of messing up

• even though it wasn't being spoken, everyone was curious of the new face, hence the side glances every now and then

• it wasn't until your LEAST favorite loud mouth no filter having ass boy cousin came over to start some shit up

• "Aye ____, why you bring this anime non-speaking Nigga up in here? Black men ain't too good enough or something?"

• you purse your lips at his words, ultimately done with the bullshit

• it became even more awkward when you heard murmurs of agreement around

• "First off, I very much can speak and understand English. Secondly..." Joon steps closer, towering over the froggy male with a look of contempt, "What does me being Asian have to do with it?"

• "......."

• "........"

• ".........MYYY NIGGA! WASSUP MANE. Aye you know I was just testing you right? Gotta see who right for my cuz and all."

• people let out forced laughs while [Cousin Name]'s dumbass try to cover up his mistake

• surprisingly after that, Namjoon begins to open up and talk more with the family

• more so the younger ones, but at least he trying and that's all that matters

• the little kids think he's some kind of dog whisperer since all the dogs crowd around him for some reason as he tells them stories

• your parents damn near teared up when they found out he was smart

• "Oooh, ____ got a smart one y'all! Not only is my baby in college, but she also dating an Einstein! Oh [Auntie Name], I almost forgot to ask how your daughter doing with that locked dope dealer boyfriend of hers. Chris was it?"

• "Mama, please. Now is not the time to be starting stuff. This ain't a competition between me and [Cousin Name]."

• "Yeah yeah, whatever. Now baby, now that I know ____ got somebody like you around. Please help her raise them grades up, cause whew chile!"

• "Mama!"

• since he's still afraid to go out of his way to socialize unless being approached, Namjoon decides to spend most of his time with your mother

• bastard even got a chance to see the photo album that held ALL of your baby photos

• "Awwww, look at this photo! You were so cute ____!"

• "I swear Joon, Imma beat your ass if you don't get them photos out my damn face."

• "But why? You're adorable in these~"

• "Adorable? Adorable?! Just cuz you fucking me doesn't mean you gotta lie. We both know those some questionable ass baby pictures."

• he's so soft spoken and polite in conversations but wouldn't mind starting some shit up if needed for your sake

• ...words be so sly that it'll take a few minutes before your brain finally process what he said

• "I'm surprised ____ was able to get into [prestigious university], let alone in a whole 'nother country!"

• "It's really hard to get into [prestigious university] of Seoul while even being an international student. Then again, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Not like you could meet the entry requirements needed to attend."

• not a roaster, but definitely one to throw light jabs and heavy shade

• being your grandma's favorite (even tho she says she loves all her grandkids equally) you knew it was over when finding out that she likes him more than you

• at least you still got your Uncle Pookie. It always take a few years before he warms up to the outsiders of the famil-

• "Oh yeah, did I mention I did a collab with Nicki Minaj and Juice Wrld before?"

• all hell breaks loose

• everybody asking questions left to right

• even Uncle Pookie don left your side to talk to Namjoon about it

• "...did...did he just...?"

• ....yeah, he stole ya family

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SEOKJIN

• despite having met your parents before, he was still nervous about meeting the whole family

• that doesn't mean he was gonna show it tho

• with a mask of full confidence on, he walked through the back gates and into the backyard

• even when feeling eyes on him, he kept it up. 'just fake it til you make it'

• eventually, the confidence quickly became real once speaks to your parents

• it wasn't until he saw the amount of food at the table did he fully relax

• your mama saw the dazed look on his face and immediately walked him over

• "Nice to see you again Jin! That food caught your attention huh? Don't worry baby, what you want to eat? Just tell me and mama will fix a plate for you. And don't be shy either, especially when ya looking like ____ ain't feeding you right!"

• "Really mama?!"

• "Hush now! You can't blame me, look at him! Now come on sweetie, let's go get you some food~"

• ate every and anything placed in front of him

• finished damn near five plates before he decided to take a break for desserts

• so many of the serving ladies (who were mostly your aunties and older cousins) dropped their panties when they saw the number of empty plates and tried to feed him more.

• "Here sweetheart, you want some more greens?"

• "Edna don't nobody want them dry ass greens! Here, try some of my chicken. Saved the biggest piece just for you~"

• "Please, we already know you bought that shit from the store so it ain't no use trying to act all brand new Zelma. Know damn well you ain't fooling nobody with ya fake chicken having ass!"

• a war would've broken out had you not stepped in and took Jin away as he continued to watch the fight while stuffing his face with some of the chicken

• even after, he went back to try the spicy foods on the other side of the table

• quickly fell in love and got everything he could put his hands-on

• "What's this?"

• "They're homemade jalapeño poppers."

• "I'll take 50 of them."

• "Jin that's damn near all of them!"

• "Well it's homemade right? So they can just make some more then...problem solved!"

• seeing him gobbling down the food, your grandma comes over and the two end up in an intense conversation

• what's it about?

• you guessed it: food

• Jin became really good at dancing to the Wobble once he studied everyone's movements for a few moments

• but immediately goes in a corner out of embarrassment until your grandma calls him back to talk (about food again lol)

• when he found out she made those jalapeño poppers...extreme fanboy mode on

• your grandma enjoyed his enthusiasm so much she gave him the recipe and a to-go plate before y'all left

• rest assured that he's definitely been invited for the next social event

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YOONGI

• it's kinda a good thing that it's a cookout because he refuses to handle a family gathering in one room

• "I don't got time to be breathing in all that shit, what if somebody got the 'Rona over there?"

• "Yoongi...you really ain't shit. You know that?"

• "Didn't hear you deny it tho."

• "...Whatever let's just go."

• "Now don't forget your facema-"

• "Yoongi!"

• "Okay, okay!...I'm still bringing that can of Lysol spray with me."

• even though he's quiet, he doesn't hesitate to talk some shit if needed

• is only nice with the adults, but not the kids caus-

• "Fuck dem damn kids! They ain't mines, and even if they were...fuck my own kids then. I don't talk to people younger than me like that."

• he snaps at your rude ass aunties and shows off some of his unfinished raps and beats

• the kids and your cousins are amazed

• "Woah...that's so dope!"

• "____! Why didn't you tell me how cool your boyfriend was?!"

• they watch him with their mouths dropped open in awe, eagerly hanging on to every word he spits out in a freestyle rap despite it being in a language they didn't know/understand until the food is ready

• your parents (low-key only your dad cause momma still didn't forgive him from that stunt he pulled at church) smile at how soft he is when he looks at you despite having a glare as his resting bitch face

• eats only one plate that was made by you

• the same older cousins and uncles that silently talked shit about him suddenly does an 180 and tries to kiss his ass once they find out he's a producer and rapper of big company

• "Aye mane, you think you could listen to my demo or sum cuz? 'Preciate it."

• reluctantly agrees to listen, but Yoongi -being the way he is- straight up stops the music by middle chorus and gives his honest opinion

• "Um...what the fuck is this?"

• "Whatchu mean mane? It's fye huh? So you can put me on an album or sum?"

• "You do know that the background music is the goddamn theme song from that Sofia The First show right?"

• "...yeah, I wanted to add a 'lil twist to it. Was there a mistake in it?"

• you immediately remember how brutal the idol can be from time to time and step in before he can get an asswhooping from dudes that's three times his size

• "...mistake? My guy, I don't know if you know this, but yo whole so-called song is a mis-"

• "Yoongs..."You give a strained smile, ignoring the wondering gazes at what you're suddenly saying in Korean, "please shut the fuck up."

• "Wha-why the hell do I have to shut up?! If anything, we know who needs to, and not to mention that wonky-ass Disney Cinderella song they call a beat."

• "You do know they just got out right?"

• "Of what? Kindergarten? 'Cause that's all I can tell from those barely basic ass rhyming words they put up in there. Pssh, you would think they would learn how to actually rap with all that free time they had."

• "Yoongi!"

• he's...an overall good guest...somewhat

• will help clean up because he trying to get back in your mother's good graces (and not because you promised to give him some sloppy toppy if he at least tried)

• dances...very very aggressively

• accidentally don electric slide right into the poker table

• y'all gonna mostly be by yourselves because he doesn't really want to socialize

• keep in mind that he is blunt and aggressive, which is a type of attitude a lot of black family members hate with a passion

• but does Yoongi care about what your family thinks of him?

• "Do I really look like I give a fuck? Well too bad...cause I FUCKING DON-"

• he will snap off if they say something shady, even if there's a little hint of it: hands will be thrown

• "Waste of my goddamn time right here...you made us come all the way to Korea when you could've easily came to the states, and for what?"

• "To watch her become the best fucking [dream profession]. And it's not like yo broke ass paid for the tickets and hotel, probably wouldn't have been able to afford a cardboard box to spend the week in if it was up to you."

• he ain't gonna sugar coat SHIT

• might end up fighting a relative if it comes up to it

• "Now listen here young man-"

• "No you listen here you ungrateful ass excuse of a person, you've been nothing but a pain in my balls since the moment we met. So you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up. I don't give a rat's ass who or how old you are. Whether you a man, woman, non-binary, or a damn tree, I don't give a FUCK. But I do know one thing: these fists are pansexual and rated E for everyone, so you can catch 'em if you want."

• depending on how prideful they are, they might not like that

• when you guys leave and go back to your apartment you cuddle

• "You didn't have to do all that Yoongi. Some family are just like that, gotta roll with the punches."

• "I don't care who they are to you, you deserve the same respect you give them. Not any of that petty bullshit they love to spew out. And speaking of petty, that's why I took both pans of the peach cobbler and banana pudding too."

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HOSEOK

• he's excited

• not a single drop of nerves running through his body at all

• he's super happy that the two of you finally reached the next level of a relationship which meant meeting your family

• greeted the cousins casually but with a mega watt ass smile

• some even came up to you complaining about it

• "Damn ____, tell your man to calm down with all that smiling shit! Almost went blind."

• "...but ain't you already blind Cousin Brian...?"

• "And? It gotta mean something if I was able to see a bright ass light in all this darkness."

• "I-well okay then. Hobi stop smiling too much, you messing up my blind cousin's eyesight."

• "Oh oka-what?"

• everyone adores him, yes even that one messy cousin that's always trying to ruin a family member's day (and relationship) with their new boyfriend/girlfriend

• you tried to keep Hoseok away from her, but he just had to say something when he saw her standing alone in a sheer dress that was clearly once a t-shirt

• "No Hoseok, let's go this wa-Hoseok!"

• "Hello! Very pretty dress you wearing~"

• "...okay and? The fuck you telling me that? You want your lil dick sucked or something Asian boy?"

• he laughs brightly at her words

• "No no thank you. But you should smile more, very pretty face to waste by frowning."

• with that, he takes your hand goes over to the kids which damn neared baffled the whole yard of the two's interaction

• and thanks to him having to be a nice piece of shit, you now gotta fend him off from ya messy ass cousin who now crushing on him

• plays games with the little kids, all the women swooning as he chases them around and picks them up like a father would with their child

• "Awe ____, you got you a cute white boy."

• "Thank you grandma, but he's Korean."

• "Well I like him!"

• when at the table he proudly brags about your achievements at work while also handling the process of obtaining a degree at the same time

• when you bring up his world-known status they are   s h o o k

• goes with you and your cousins to the liquor store when all your low-key alcoholic aunts and uncles drank them all

• "____, I like your family. They're all really fun to hang out with!"

• "Mmmm, you say that now. But give it time, I'm sure you'll change your mind."

• as stated before, he naturally gets along with everyone

• but just because he's safe doesn't mean that the shit relatives you have won't try to come for you

• and after learning some tips from Yoongi, he's ready to defend your honor

• "Want to talk all that smack about ____, just wait. She's gonna be the greatest [dream profession] there is! Bet you won't be able to say shit then."

• this definitely gets him more respect from your parents and older male cousins

• he won't stand for anyone trash-talking you

• not at all

• so yeah, they overall love him because hello? He's Jung Hoseok

• he fixed the younger kids plates, even sneaking in extra desserts which made him a long time favorite amongst them

• complimented every food he tried, even if the macaroni and cheese Cousin Brian made was dry

• "Hey now, it wasn't my fault! I didn't notice that the dial was turned all the way up when I first turned on the oven."

• "Cousin Brian...you blind my guy, how could you have known?! Now, matter fact...who the hell gave this man the responsibility of cooking in the first goddamn place?!"

• ...ANYWAYS

• ate at least 3 plates and quickly danced all that food off when the music started

• cupid shuffled right into ya grandma's heart while grinding into your aunties'

• courtesy of ya [Uncle's Name] giving him a cup of 'juice'

• poor baby had passed out not too long after drinking too much of it and woke up without his watch and shoes

• luckily, you knew that something like this would happen and was easily able to retrieve them all before leaving

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JIMIN

• socially awkward, but is still a good person to be around

• and since babes got that shmoney, he made sure to bring expensive presents along even when you said not to

• if any of your family try to mooch off him you shut that shit down real quick

• "Aye now, if you don't keep your crusty ass hands away from my boyfriend them $90 nails gonna be a waste of money when I get through with them."

• he just loves it when you get defensive over him sometimes, a little blush grazes his face

• they ask all sorts of questions about his life back on back without even giving him a chance to answer

• seeing him visibly flustered from the lack of understanding what they're saying, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind to sidetrack their focus on him

• "His parents are in Empire."

• "Really? Say sike right now."

• "N-no for real! Y'all don't remember the those few episodes...with...those Asian parents?"

• "..."

• "..."

• "...you know, now that you mention it..."

• "Oh shit! ____, you gotta keep him. And if y'all break up, you know where to hit me up."

• They treat him like a long lost son that's been reunited with his family once more

• "Has ____ been good?"

• "Yes ma'am. She's been working so hard lately that she even got promoted!"

• "Oh that's good to hear. But sweetpea you don't need to so polite!"

• "Sweetpea, you want another plate?"

• "I-if you don't mind ma'am."

• "Oh please with all that ma'am nonsense baby! Call me Grandma~"

• he likes the vanilla wafer cookies in the banana pudding the most

• good with baby cousins

• "Can you get the water hose and play with us ____'s boyfriend? My momma said the kids can't do it by themselves."

• low-key got all the single relatives checking him out.

• Especially when his shirt became translucent from the water which shown a slim waist and built abdomen that was hidden while some old shorts he borrowed from you showed off his thicc thighs and ass that's even plumper than yours

• "Ooh, look at ____'s boyfriend! Bet he taste just the way he look: real good huh~"

• "Yup, and he's mine too [Cousin Name]. Better watch yourself before a few tracks go missing boo~"

• "Damn ____! Where you been hiding him? Mmm mm mm. What's good ____'s boyfriend, you looking for some fun later on tonight?"

• "Um...n-no t-thank you. I-i'm fine."

• "Aight no pressure, just let me know when you need me."

• "[Cousin #2 Name], you ain't in no damn prison penitentiary anymore and Jimin ain't one of those 'lil he-bitches you can fuck just because he got ass. So back the fuck off."

• "Aight damn cuz, you ain't gotta get all territorial and shit....so Jimin...do you got a snap or some-"

• "I swear if I see you, [Cousin Name], and any other of y'all thirsty hoes around my boyfriend one more goddamn time! I'm beating some asses."

• ANYWAYS

• everybody adore him

• like there is not one single family member that dislikes him

• even if y'all were the type to be messy and filled with drama, he'll fit right in once they saw that he didn't take shit from nobody

• and when they do try to for either of you, cut off and put in their place immediately

• "I still can't believe it. How did ____ manage to get someone like him?!"

• "Oh? You mean Just like how you managed to get divorced five times?"

• the whole table done exploded with 'oh shit' and 'he got you [Auntie Name]'

• some even had to walk away from that one

• Jimin definitely earned a place in the family

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[writtenbynamu]

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

✫7:20 am, Wednesday, December 6, 2019

Your morning started the way it always did around this time of year; with you all alone in a bed big enough to fit at least three people (7 if you tried hard enough). The sheets had become a tangled mess around you, most likely from all the tossing and turning you did when the boys had left.

It was something they had come to notice over the years. No matter how deep in sleep you were, you became restless as soon as the warmth of the body(ies) that were pressed up against you had disappeared, so did your peace. It was as if your subconscious could sense that they were no longer with you, and it always ended up with you rolling around aimlessly in bed searching for wouldn't return until you finally got tired of it and woke up.

You groaned as you forced your eyes open, exhaustion hitting you as soon as you did so. It was mama day, meaning it was a performance day, meaning that Jungkook couldn’t sleep which by extension meant that you couldn’t sleep either. You had stayed up listening to him ramble on about how nervous he was and how upset he would be with himself if he made a single mistake. You lay there softly whispering reassurances to him as you run your hands through his hair.

It was long now, as per your (totally not) drunk horny monologue six months ago about how frustrated you were that he had cut his hair You went on and on about how exhilarating it had been to rake your fingers along his scalp and just pull on his hair as he kissed you on both sets of your lips. Jungkook, the masochist he is, always found his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the pain from your acrylics digging into his skin and the mere force of your grip on his roots turning him on a little too much. And yet, he still had the audacity to chop it all off. You had almost driven yourself to the brink of tears, wailing about how gutted you had been when he walked in with an undercut instead of the loose perm he had left home to get.

“He’s so mean to me minnie, he lied” you sobbed as you threw yourself dramatically against Jiminin’s chest

“He said he was g-gonna get curls and came back with 4 bone straight inches of hair,” you wailed, throwing your head to the side. Then, as if having the biggest revelation of the century, you peeled your body off Jimin’s, landing squarely on the floor in your drunken stupor.

What little logic you had left told you that trying to stand up again would be a bad idea, so you switched over to your hands and knees instead. You locked your eyes on Yoongi and began to crawl until you were nestled between his open legs on the floor. You looked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears and lust and a collective gasp echoed in the room.

You found your grip on his knee and hauled yourself into his lap, one leg on either side of his lean body, straddling him.

“You’re sooo pret-pretty Oppa,” you said, hands coming up to stroke his cheeks. “You have the longest hair right now,” you whined, running your hand through the silky black strands. “You’re not gonna cut it are you daddy?’ you pouted.

A sharp thrust knocked the breath out of you, the roughness of his jeans hitting your clit through your flimsy shorts and your eyes widened in shock when you took in Yoongi’s hooded eyes and clenched jaw. Your brain hadn't registered it yet, how wet you were, how wet you were making Yoongi’s lap.

You were an emotional drunk, and it just so happened that one of those emotions was horniness. You tended to get particularly touchy whenever you had liquor in your system, your entire body running wildly hot. This usually took the form of you rubbing your ass against the nearest crotch you could reach, blindly seeking to soothe the dull ache between your thighs. It was always torture for your boyfriends because they couldn’t and wouldn't touch you when you got like this, no matter how prettily you begged for it. That night was no different.

Unbeknownst to you and your alcohol-impaired brain, you had been grinding on Yoongi the entire time. The Sheer tank top you wore with your tiny pyjama bottoms did nothing to hide the outline of your hardened nipples as you practically shoved your boobs in his face.

“Oppa…”

Yoongi ran a hand down his face in frustration and groaned. “Someone please get her off me and into bed” he begged. The snickers that rang out in the room made his face run hot with embarrassment and he threw a pillow at Jin who was doing a painfully poor job at muffling his laughter in Taehyung’s arm.

It was Namjoon who had finally come over and lifted you gently out of Yoongi’s lap, however, not quickly enough to stop you from licking a wet stripe across Yoongi’s lips.

“Hm, so pretty Oppa,” you said with a lopsided grin as Yoongi sat with his jaw slack.

If you hadn't been so out of it, you would've noticed Jimin promptly taking your place on Yoongi’s lap, and seen Hoseok drag Taehyung to his room… but the last thing you remember is the gentle press of lips to your forehead as Namjoon tucked you in for the night.

They had teased both you and Yoongi for weeks after, but they all avoided their hairstylist for a few months.

A small price to pay for a service so great.

You could tell just from the feel of it that his hair was due for a trim and deep treatment, but with all the styling and heat it would have to endure over the next 12 hours, you made a mental note to do it sometime next week.

You sat up in bed, back cracking as you did so, and reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand. You had 4 reminders and 3 messages

Minnie

Hi angel, we had to leave early for the final dress rehearsal :(

But! Hyung ordered you something really nice for breakfast

It should be coming around 10, EAT IT ALL OR I’LL BE MAD

Hoseokie Hyung is getting testy so I’m gonna put the phone

Down before he kills me. Can't wait to see you tonight!

I love you!

K🍪🍪k

Hi noona, sorry for keeping you awake last night:((((

I’ll let you paint my nails to make up for it okay?

Have a good day!

I can't wait to see you tonight<3

Grumpy Cat Man

Your nail appointment is at 12. We’ll send a driver at 11:30.

The dress gets dropped off at 3.

Makeup is at 7.

Don't forget your fan.

See you.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the juxtaposition between the three messages. You don't know why, but Yoongi’s formality over text was always funny to you. He always spoke in full sentences and with proper grammar as if he was speaking to a business associate and not someone whose mouth he spits in on a regular basis. Cute.

You spent the next two minutes or so replying to them, a flurry of “oh no don’t apologise”, “thank you’s” and ``I love you's''.

You finally detangled yourself from the sheets, stood up and stretched. Your bounds cracked loudly and a shiver ran through your body from how good it felt. You pulled your bonnet further down on your forehead, feeling that it had slipped almost to the middle of your head at some point during the night. But the thought of your freshly done hair already frizzing up didn't worry you for two reasons. 1. You slept on silk sheets and 2. You were wearing a scarf underneath. Your temple had screamed in protest as you secured the cloth tightly unto your head, but your hair had taken too much money and way too much time to let it go to waste. So you tied the scarf as tightly as you could and waited the requisite 30 minutes for the nagging pull on your forehead to fade.

✫10:08 am

By the time the food Jin ordered had arrived, you had already showered, brushed your teeth and slipped into your favourite (Namjoon’s) oversized shirt and some old shorts. Jin had ordered you a huge western spread from your favourite cafe. Pancakes, hashbrowns bacon and scrambled eggs complete with nutmeg-flavoured hot chocolate. You wondered how he was able to make the order that early in the morning. Surely they hadn't been open, but it was Jin and Jin had a way of always getting what he wanted when he wanted it, so you found it pointless to question. You took a bite of the hashbrown and nearly moaned. There was nothing you loved more in this world than a good potato, better yet golden brown, fried one. The eggs were fluffy and light, the bacon the right amount of crispy. Every bite you took made your insides warmer and your heart smiled from how content you were.

Halfway through your breakfast, you resolved to take a quick selfie as you stuffed your mouth with the pancakes, eyebrows drawn in a way that made you look as if you were angry with the food. You sent it to the group chat. Solid proof you had eaten so the boys wouldn’t worry and a way to scandalise Jungkook, you loved today.

✫1:34 pm

You sat in the nail salon, the overpowering smell of acrylic and plastic being worn away infiltrating your nose even through the mask you had on. You had been in the chair for almost an hour and a half now, having got there five minutes before your appointment. As yoongi promised, your driver had rung you from the lobby at 11:30 sharp. He sat across from you in the waiting area, eyes visibly watering and rubbing at his eyes.

You were the only client in the salon, all the other stations were dark except the one you were sitting at. This was the norm whenever you had an appointment of any kind. The boys always insisted that you were given the best and most discreet service possible. The only thing that kept you from feeling bad about the revenue the other workers would have lost at your expense was the big cheque you know was handed to each person in exchange for taking the day off, and the even bigger cheque your technician got to not ask questions.

Speaking of employees,

“Minyoung,” you called, turning to him as best as you could without moving your hands ``You know you don’t have to stay inside right? You can go sit in the car or even go get something to eat until I'm done”

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter “I couldn’t Yn-ssi, someone has to stay here with you”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes “Youngie, we’ve talked about this. I’m not a baby, I can take care of myself. I won't be done for another hour or so, do you really want to sit there for that long?”

He averted his gaze from you, because of course he didn’t and if there was one thing you learnt from being around Minyoung for the better of five years was that he couldn't lie to save his life.

“But Mr. Min-”

You raised a questioning brow at him. He sighed deeply, knowing he wouldn't win this argument with you.

“Okay, but I’ll be right in the car okay? Keep your phone-”

“Minyoung.”

“Yes Yn-ssi?”

“Out.”

✫3:30 pm

Your breath hitched as you ran your fingers across the jewelled corset of the black dress. The box had been unexpectedly heavy when you lifted it from outside your door, but you hadn’t thought much of it, thinking that it was just the weight of the fabric itself. Maybe it was just a long dress… but it wasn't that.

The bodice was covered in rhinestones, these were fucking Swarovski crystals. You knew Jimin tended to go overboard when it came to you, especially when you gave him the freedom to choose your clothes. You can't begin to fathom how expensive it must have been to make this dress happen and the mere thought of it had you c. You were going to be up on Jimin tonight that someone would have to physically drag you off him.

✫8:30 pm

The day was a blur after your dress had arrived. The makeup team, yes a team had come a little after seven. They were all either black or mixed, a great comfort for you since your first MAMA had been so disastrous.

The stylists had come well prepared, with a wide array of the best foundations, lipsticks and blushes. You name it, they had it. Just not in your shade. You should have noticed from the way their eyes had widened and their shoulders sagged when you had opened the door. They had apologised, you just hadn't been what they were expecting and you understood that, but it still hurt. They had come prepared, but not prepared for you.

You had done your makeup yourself instead, it wasn't the full glam you had wanted to give, but you still looked good.

The boys had taken it worse than you did; nothing hurt them more than you feeling othered or less than. They made sure to pick your stylists personally after that THey would compile a list and let you choose the ones with the work you liked best. It was a very thorough process that took them quite a while to do. Given how packed their schedules already were, their efforts truly meant the world to you.

Your makeup this year had come out exactly how you wanted, the black and gold smokey eye matched your dress perfectly, complimenting your coffin-shaped ombre nails of the same colours(Jimin picked that too). You looked amazing. Your butterfly locs cascaded down to the top of your ass, the dress hugged your body in all the right places. The bodice allowed for an adequate amount of cleavage and the split showed just enough leg to be tasteful. The sequins on your black pumps shone as you walked. You felt gorgeous and hoped that your boys would think so too.

Minyoung had accompanied you to the idol seating section, way at the back where you could blend in with the shadows so that you wouldn't accidentally get caught in any cameras, but close enough that you could get a good view of the stage. He left once you assured him (six times) that you were okay and nothing was amiss; but not before telling you to make sure your phone was on and to text him if you needed him.

You hadn’t heard from your boyfriends since earlier, award show days always caused the longest pauses in communication for all of you.

You had no idea what they were wearing or what they were performing and the anticipation had you vibrating in your seat.

You had been sitting quietly on your phone for about fifteen minutes before the heat began to hit you. You never quite understood how idols were always sweating at award shows until you had gone to one yourself. You supposed that after handing out cheques to the biggest name in the industry, the budget did not allow for little privileges like air conditioning. You started digging through your purse when you realised. you left your fan. shit

For a second, you contemplated bearing it. Thugging it out so you wouldn’t miss seeing when your boys came on stage for the first time. But who were you kidding? You knew they were gonna perform last anyways. So you, the ever-practical woman that you were, decided to go backstage and seek out a handheld fan. You knew there were many of them on site because they were used to cool the idols down between sets, but you just didn't know where exactly the boys’ dressing room was.

You made your way carefully down the steps, using the screen of your phone as a flashlight to draw as little attention to yourself as possible. There was hustle and bustle backstage that settled momentarily into an awkward silence when you stepped from behind the curtain. Everyone stopped what they were doing for a second just to gawk at you. You had gotten used to the staring and the questioning looks many a moon ago plus, you looked great. They could stare all they wanted. After the initial shock of your entrance had worn off, the busyness returned. Everyone was either running or speed walking toward the dressing room. Dragging clothing racks behind them or slinging garment bags over their arm.

You paused to check the time on your phone at 9:00 pm.

Someone had bumped into you, knocking you off balance for a second. Then you, in turn, bumped into someone else, an idol at that.

“Oh! I'm so sorry I-”

“Y/N-ah?”

“Jeongyeon Unnie!” You replied, eyes lighting up with recognition. You pulled her into a quick hug.

“How have you been?” you asked

“I’ve been doing good,” she gave you a once over “you however seem to be doing way better than I am, just look at you. You look amazing Y/N-ah”

If you could blush, you were pretty sure that your cheeks would have had a hint of pink on them by now. You had never been good with compliments.

“Thank you unnie, you look really nice too.” and she did. She was already dressed in her performance outfit, her hair curled and only her makeup left to be done. But she looked all the better that way.

“What are you doing backstage?”

“I came to get one of those portable fan things, it's way too hot inside and I left mine at home” you explained. Jeongyeon nodded in understanding.

“We have extra in our dressing room, let me go get you one real quick,” she said as she turned on her heels to leave. That's when you noticed it. Her hair was caught in the zipper of her top. Most likely extensions since she wasn't feeling the tug. You reached out for her hand and pulled her back to you. She looked at you in confusion.

“Just stand up for a sec,” you said, reaching your hand behind her back and pulling her zipper down.

She stood frozen on the spot, her confusion growing by the second.

“There!” you said, tossing her hair to the side and pulling her zipper back up “Your extensions were caught”

“Ohhh,” she said with a relieved chuckle. “Alrighty then, let me go get a fan for you” and she scurried away in what you assumed was the direction of Twice’s dressing room.

You heard a throat clear behind you and turned to see Jimin. A very angry-looking Jimin. You opened your mouth to greet him and ask him what was wrong before he held up a silencing finger and jerked his head towards a darker, more private area.

“Min-”

What was that just now?” he demanded, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. Harms crossed and jaw clenched.

He looked so good like this, silver hair parted to the side and slicked back, his biceps straining against the material of the black jacket he wore. In another instance, you would have probably stopped to appreciate the fact that he looked incredibly hot and felt pressure start to build between your thighs. But at that moment, all you felt was confusion.

“Jimin I don’t understand w-”

“Were you trying to start something back up with her?”

“Who- Jimin please tell me youre not talking about Jeongyeon”

“Oh wow, no honorifics? You guys are still that close huh?”

“Jimin.” you warned, trying to hold back the bite in your voice “I do not appreciate what you’re insinuating.”

He scoffed. “Yeah right, but what else should i have expected from an idol hopper.”

You both froze as soon as the words left his lips. Regret crowded his features in an instant.

“Y/N-”

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

“I didn’t mean-”

The sound of the slap rang out and echoed in the small passageway. Jimin winced but didn't move to soothe the burn on his cheek. Instead, reaching out to you. You stood with your chest heaving and tears filling up your eyes.

“Don't fucking touch me Park Jimin.” you seethed as you turned to walk away

“W-where are you going?’ he had the gall to ask.

“Away,” you said through gritted teeth, your back still turned. You looked at him over your shoulder.

Because if I stay here for one more second they will have to physically drag me off of you.”

#bts x black girl #bts chubby!reader #bts angst #park jimin #kim seokjin #taehuyng #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts jung hoseok #unedited #k pop group #jealousy #bts jungkook

[hobicakess]

tell us tell us

If u don't like mxm sorry not sorry

just thinking thots of you and jimin on your knees in front of namjoon. . . tongues lapping at at one anothers. . . and joons throbbing. . .

nastyy grown ppl under the cut

He's twitching you both feel it, playful giggling and teasing kisses causing the man above the two of you stomach to clench and tighten trying not to let his thighs start trembling from pleasure. His pretty babies, flushed, gorgeous and slutty taking turns swallowing his cock, kissing and biting at his thighs. He didn't know where to look, put his hands or if he should force your head down because he fed up with the constant teasing of the thick head of his cock. You pop off lewdly, spit glistening on your thick lips as you go and kiss Jimin. Everything was just so messy and nasty. . . and he loved it. His own hand reaches down to stroke his cock watching you two parts, tongues out and ready. With a groan his thick and heavy load lands onto his stomach, and both of your faces. You and Jimin giggle as he tugs you both up with him leading the sloppy three-way kiss. The sound of the door opening causes you three to part ways seokjin stands in the doorway with a shake of his head.

"When I said entertain them this isn't what I meant.."

#bts x black reader #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #jungkook x reader #seokjin x reader #bts drabble #bts x fem!reader #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #kim namjoon x reader #park jimin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #bts poly au #ot7 x reader #bts x chubby reader

[missbangtangirl]

Augst D Baby 🔥🔥🔥 HOLY SHIT

#bts gifs #bangtan army #run bts #btsdaily #bts imagines #yet to come in busan #bts gif #bts suga #min yoongi x black reader #min yoongi #kim namjoon smut #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung

[sweetestofchaos]

WYA | BTS Miniseries

I don’t need a reason. I just want you baby - ONE OK ROCK

⋆ story info:

☾ pairing: bts x female reader ☾ genre: fluff | some humor maybe | strangers to lovers | slice of life ☾ rating: 18+ ☾ word count: 0 ☾ warnings: flirting | kissing | grinding | groping | alcohol | cursing | pet names | more in each chapter  ☾ summary: this is what happens when you catch their eye while out on a night of the town? 

⋆ parts: (disclaimer: I do not own BTS. This is complete fiction.)

☾ Restaurant - Seokjin ☾ Museum - Namjoon ☾ Concert - Yoongi ☾ Improvised Dance - Hoseok ☾ Night Club - Jimin ☾ Jazz Club - Taehyung ☾ Night Market - Jungkook

⋆ drabbles:

None

⋆ important: @theharrowing​, wrote a BTS members approaching you in a nightlife setting and it spoke to my soul. Without their big brain, this miniseries wouldn’t have saw the light of day. Harrow, my love! Thank you so much for allowing me to run wild with your headcanons. I did change a few things to make it more my style but other than that, the basic idea is all Harrow!

#soc bts #wherever you are #bts fic #bts x reader #bts x black!reader #bts fluff #bts senarios #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok

[thebangtancloud]

part one: not your bestie

🦢 series masterlist | part two →

🦢 Black Swan - dancer!Jimin x dancer!reader (oc)

🦢 Genre: smau • angst • romance • fluff • enemies to lovers • University!AU

🦢 Summary: Jimin hates you. The whole world knows this because he takes pride in making it known. He hates you with a passion and makes sure the few months you work with him are simply nothing but torture. Yet, there isn't a possible explanation for his sudden concern towards you when you begin to fall sick. Alternatively, Jimin hated you at your best but falls in love with you at your worst.

🦢Black Swan Taglist: @rapmonie2047, @angelic-vibez, @honeybee-hayes, @justanotherstarlightmonger, @salty-for-suga, @k1ngsnak3, @romancerry, @highly-functioning-mitochondria, @jikooksgirl19, @pasttelrose, @0funsite0

🦢BTS Permanent Taglist: @jeonsorchid , @joondiary , @0xnna0 , @cuteipat , @koalasandcuddles , @bangrauhl13 , @blissedjoon , @underratedbitch-number13 , @tinyoonsblog , @itachi-chi @sparkyprotectionsquad @scuzmunkie @uno7 , @jhopesucker , @kitty-kair @persefoneniverse , @k1ngsnak3

#park jimin smau #park jimin angst #jimin smau #jimin angst #jimin enemies to lovers au #black swan feed #black swan jimin #bts smau #jimin x oc #park jimin x reader

[wicked-disposition]

My first story is now on wattpad and of course it stars a black woman fc. It would mean a lot if you guys would read and vote 🫶🏽

#bts #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x black reader #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #park jimin #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #bts au