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berryhobii · 5 months
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Down Bad(pjm x reader)
Pairing: fuckboy!Park Jimin x fuckgirl!black!female!reader
Word Count: 8.6K+
Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), drinking, assault(throwing things at someone), mentions of objectifying women, mentions of STD tests(everyone’s clean), drinking alcohol(nothing explicit), kind of homie hopping but not really, mentions of previous partners, mentions of dom/sub relationships, reader’s low key a domđŸ«Ł, reader’s also bisexual😝, reader’s got that WAP and NyQuil đŸ˜ș, talks of safe words(comfort and consent are sexy!), oral(m and f receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex(wrap it please), multiple orgasms(m receiving, mentions of f receiving), reverse cowgirl
A/N: Hi babies! I’m back! I recently started a new job so I’ve been kind of focused on that but I’m pretty much finished with a lot of my works. All I have to do his proofread some things and I’ll upload a few things at once. In this work, I described reader as dark skinned. Reader also has a 36 inch buss down middle part😝😝i always see so many stories of the men being hit ‘em and quit them types so I thought it’d be refreshing to make the reader like that instead. This is my first time writing a character like this so I hope you enjoy. Please tell me what you think. This will have a Part 2 as well! I hope you like this. Criticism is greatly appreciated! Stay safeđŸ©”đŸ©”đŸ©”
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Yawns and whines sounded from his bed, the body that’s been warming it for the past few hours finally rising from the post coital sleep caused by multiple rounds of intense and rough sex.
The sun wasn’t even up yet, the moon still shining overhead.
“Oh you’re awake?” A voice asked.
The woman’s sleep fuzzed eyes blinked a few times to clear her blurry vision, sights settling on the lean back of the man who just rocked her world hours before.
She sleepily smiled, lifting her tired body from the mattress. The blankets fell, revealing her naked body which had been littered with marks and bruises from his mouth and hands.
Draping her arms over his shoulders, she pressed a few kisses to his shoulder. “It’s still dark out. Why are you awake?”
His head turned slightly to look at her. She was pretty, not really his type but easy on the eyes. Now with messy hair and her makeup smudged, he was starting to think she was only really pretty when done up.
“I never went to sleep.”
Her warm cheek rubbed against his skin before she lulled in low and suggestive tone, “Ready for another round?”
He scoffed a laugh, shaking himself from her hold and standing to his feet. “Nah but your Uber is less than 5 minutes away. You better get dressed.”
Her mouth dropped in shock, sputtering out a, “w-what? What are you talking about?”
He picked her dress and underwear up off the ground before tossing them on the bed.
“I meant what I said. Beat it. I have to go to sleep before work later.” He quipped dismissively with a yawn.
Her hands gathered up the blankets, holding them to her chest, hot shame and embarrassment burning at her cheeks. Whereas his gaze initially made her feel sexy and wanted, now his sharp eyes just made her feel dirty and used. Like some $2 whore.
“But
.”
He rolled his eyes, already growing irritated. His phone chimed and he held it up, seeing the Uber was just a minute away.
“Come on. Your Uber is about to pull up. I didn’t know where your house was so I just put in the bar where we met. Is that cool?”
Suddenly, a pillow whacked him in the face with enough force that it actually made him stumble back. Wait a second

what did she say her dad did? Huh, he could barely remember her name, much less what she was talking about in the bar. Truthfully, he didn’t talk her up much before getting her to come home with him. She was easier than most.
He didn’t have too much time to dwell on it before multiple projectiles were firing at him.
“Hey! Hey! Stop!”
He held up his arms to protect his head, sucking and dodging all of the things she flung at him. It didn’t do much, however, since almost every item was hitting him. Damn she had good aim.
“You asshole! You fuck me and then put me out?! Did your mother not teach you any fucking manners?!” Gratefully, she ran out of things to throw.
He huffed, rubbing his side where his fake potted plant had hit him. “You’re insane. Look at how you trashed my room.”
She growled as she pulled her clothes on, grabbing her phone and purse before stomping out in a huff.
“Screw you, Park Jimin! I hope your dick falls off!” She spat in disgust, slamming his door hard enough to shake the walls.
Pfft, whatever.
Park Jimin was a certified womanizer and connoisseur of the primal pleasures. His body count was probably higher than college kids on 4/20. To some, that might seem gross and irresponsible. Who can have that much sex with that many people? And to that, Jimin said ‘be jealous’. Jimin prided himself on safe and consensual sex at all times. Well, there were a few women who he’s braved unprotected for but he always made sure they were clean and got them Plan B’s afterwards!
To ensure no strings attached sex, Jimin had 3 main rules he followed.
1. Never go over the woman’s house.
2. Never sleep over
3. Never sleep with someone twice
These 3 rules are what kept Jimin a well oiled machine. It’s also what kept girls for getting too attached and sending mixed messages. He wasn’t looking for any kind of relationship or anything long term; just sex and that’s it.
And he planned on keeping it that way.
~
Jimin flopped down on his friend’s couch, groaning from his still aching side. A light bruise had already purpled there but thankfully nothing was broken.
He sluggishly pushed himself through work, those pain patches doing nothing to alleviate his pain.
“Fuck, my side is killing me.”
“I will never understand why you treat women like that. Didn’t another girl post your STD results on Instagram a few years ago?” His best friend since childhood, Taehyung remembered.
Ah yes, that incident.
To sum it up, a girl he slept with some years back had requested his STD results. Normal enough, right? Safety first and whatnot. After hitting it and quitting it, he thought he’d never see the girl again. Everything was quiet until he was tagged in a post showing his results along with a lengthy caption calling him a pig and multiple variations of the word ‘slut’ that he’s never even heard of.
And if that wasn’t bad, almost every woman he’s slept with spawned under that post like white girls to pumpkin spice. Fortunately, it didn’t go viral(673 comments doesn’t count, right?) and Jimin sort of forgot about it.
From that moment on, he never gave out any of his contact information and he kept his STD results in his wallet. So far, everything’s been going well.
Well, until last night.
“It’s fine. She got in the Uber and hopefully she got home okay.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock. “You didn’t get her an Uber home? At 3AM? Do you know how dangerous that is?” He gasped, following in the woman’s footsteps and throwing a pillow at Jimin but with not nearly as much force.
Jimin blocked the pillow before continuing, “I’d rather not know where she stays so I can avoid ever walking by. She had the arm of a baseball player.” Suddenly it clicked! Jimin snapped his fingers in jubilation, memory coming back. “That’s it! Her father’s a baseball player. That’s what she said.”
Taehyung slapped his forehead dramatically. “You’re ridiculous. You know, one day you’re gonna meet someone who will give you your just desserts.”
The middle finger was thrown up in Taehyung’s direction.
As if that would ever happen.
~
Jimin’s pain had faded by the weekend which meant it was time to party!
If only he had a party to attend. He was avoiding his favorite bar—not out of fear of seeing that strong armed girl again! Of course not!
So he decided to tag along with Jungkook and Jungkook’s college friends to another bar. He also convinced Taehyung to take a break from being a moody misunderstood artist.
Drinks were flowing and the sweet tail in this bar was catching Jimin’s eye. He could already spot at least 4 women that fit his standards. If everything went well, he’d be out of the bar and on his way home with someone on his arm within an hour.
“Let’s get some shots.” Jungkook offered to which the others nodded in agreement. While he turned to do that, Jimin started surveying the bar again. Taehyung must have noticed because he nudged him.
“You’re not thinking of which girl to take home, are you? Did you not learn from that baseball player’s daughter?” Taehyung sighed exasperated. He loved Jimin but goodness he could be an idiot. The shots arrived at that time and Jimin downed his. He didn’t really need liquid courage to loosen him up but it still helped.
Jimin shrugged his shoulder. “Stop worrying so much. Bathroom quickies are my specialty.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes, muttering, “but somehow learning from your mistakes isn’t.”
Ignoring the jab, Jimin resumed his scan of the bar, making eye contact with a pretty girl across the way. Her eyes widened at being caught, quickly averting her gaze and looking at her drink as if it was the most interesting thing ever.
He smirked. Perfect. Shy ones are always the best.
Just as he was about to move to approach her, she was tapped on the shoulder by another girl by her side. They moved away from their spot on the bar and Jimin was met with a sight so mouth watering that he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
A woman was leaned over the bar counter, thick glossed lips sucking at a straw in a fruity colored drink. His eyes followed the curve of your back, over the swell of your ass in that dress—thick luscious legs that looked miles long in your strappy platforms and white toenail polish! Your hair was long and dark, falling over your back like an onyx curtain.
Damn. You were sexy as hell.
“Hey look, it’s Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook noticed, pointing in the direction of their friend.
Jimin and the others watched as Yoongi crossed the bar

straight to you.
Yoongi leaned against the bar next to you, your eyes sparkling at the sight of a familiar face.
It’s moments like these Jimin wishes he could read lips. What were you two talking about? Did Yoongi know you personally or was this your first time meeting him? If Yoongi did know you, were you two just friends or currently on the pathway to dating? Contrary to his demeanor and face, Yoongi was actually very social and made friends easily. He was also just as smooth as Jimin when it came to bringing people home. Would Yoongi get you first?
After stalking watching them for a while longer, you two seemed to bid each other farewell before Yoongi walked away.
Jungkook held up his hand to catch his attention. “Yoongi hyung! Over here!”
The cat like man’s gaze flickered over to the small group, a little smile on his face as he approached.
Once he got close enough, he greeted everyone with waves and bro hugs. “What’s up? I didn’t know you guys would be here tonight.”
Jungkook nodded. “There’s a deal on Long Islands. What are you doing here? Normally college kids come to this bar.”
Yoongi’s eyes scanned the crowd. “I’m Hoseok and Seokjin’s designated driver. Some girl Hoseok’s dating goes here.” He informed with a shrug.
Ah. That made sense. Hoseok was kind of a stuck drunk and while Seokjin was a good drinker, he still didn’t like driving under the influence. And Uber’s were off the table as well.
“Me? Get in a stranger’s car? Preposterous.”
So that left Yoongi as designated driver.
But enough about their wacky friends. Jimin had bigger things to worry about, like your ass.
“Hyung, who is that girl you were just talking to?”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, turning for a moment to look at you before facing Jimin again.
“Oh, y/n? She’s a student here. She’s getting her Master’s.” Yoongi answered.
Jimin hummed. “And are you two
..?” He trailed off, gesticulating his hands in a weird way.
Yoongi frowned. “Are we what?”
“He wants to know if you two are together before he goes and tries to fuck her.” Taehyung finished for them since he couldn’t bear this dumb game. “Please tell me she does professional kickboxing.”
Jimin pushed his catty friend. “Stop it.”
Yoongi’s mouth opened in a little ‘ah’. “No, nothing like that. y/n doesn’t date. Trust me, I tried.” He sighed, a little dreamily and defeated.
That was interesting. Not really that you rejected Yoongi but the fact that you didn’t date. It honestly shocked Jimin a little. You were smoking hot. How could someone like you not have a partner? Did you have a bad personality? Were you clingy? Were you just hot but also dumb? Hmm.
Eh. He didn’t care too much about that. You were single and attractive. That was good enough for him.
Fixing his hair and straightening his leather jacket, he was about to take a step but Yoongi’s hand on his chest stopped him.
“Hold up, man. I wouldn’t go after her.”
Jimin scoffed. “And why not? Just because you can’t get her doesn’t mean I can’t.”
The incredibly petty part of Yoongi wanted to just let Jimin go but he couldn’t, in good conscience, just let Jimin approach you unprepared.
“That’s not what I meant. I’ve never dated y/n but I have slept with her before.”
Wow, that was information he wasn’t ready for. Even Taehyung and Jungkook made noises of surprise.
“And what? Is she not good? Does she smell?” Jimin questioned, concern actually starting to eat at his tummy. Call him shallow and uneducated but Jimin didn’t venture near any pussy that didn’t appeal to his sensitive nose and delicate pallet. Perhaps you were just eye candy. Well, a blowjob would still count as a successful endeavor.
Yoongi shook his head. “No, of course not. The thing is, she’s the best I’ve ever had and I’m not joking. Like she’s so good that I still think about it and it happened over a year ago.”
“Pfft. That’s it? Whatever, hyung.” Jimin shook Yoongi’s hand off before strutting his way over to you.
Yoongi sighed dejectedly. “He has no idea what he’s walking into.”
You were about ready to wrap up your night. You really just came out for a drink and to spend time with your friends but they had left a little while ago to definitely have a foursome with these 2 guys. They asked if you wanted to join but you didn’t think you were that comfortable seeing your best friend’s vaginas. Well, willingly. You were a girl’s girl through and through but not like that.
Just as you sucked down the last of your drink, a presence settled on your side. At first you thought it was just another patron trying to get a drink but then a sugar sweet voice floated over into your ears.
“Can I buy you another drink?”
You looked to your right, finding a very handsome man leaning against the counter. He was very handsome but also pretty in a kind of graceful way. He wasn’t the type you often went after but you didn’t discriminate.
You leaned your cheek against the back of your hand. “I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” You disclosed.
Jimin felt his eyebrow twitch slightly but he couldn’t deny the slight rush your nonchalant tone gave him. You wouldn’t be easy and he liked it.
He sniffed. “You accepted one from the bartender. He’s a stranger.” He fired back matter of factly.
Ah, you could see now. He wasn’t the type to back down. Interesting. Maybe you would play along.
Your smirk sent a shiver down his spine. “He’s not a stranger. I know him inside and out.”
At that moment, the bartender came over to retrieve your empty glass. When you met his eyes, a red blush painted his skin from his cheeks to his neck.
Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a bill to tip him. “Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” You complimented, a sultry tone in your voice that spread that blush even further.
He shyly smiled, eyes flickering around. “Y-you’re welcome
.” He grabbed your glass and you took the opportunity to run the tips of your stiletto nails up the back of his hand. He shivered at the touch, almost dropping the glass but managing to keep it from falling. He bowed at you, thanking you for the tip before scurrying over to the other side of the bar to tend to other customers.
Jimin’s jaw had yet to return to its original state. There was no way he just witnessed that. It’s obvious that you and that bartender had something going on; something crazy judging by how almost submissive the man acted just by being in your presence.
Was Yoongi right about you?
You flickered your eyes over to the new stranger, reaching out to tap at his chin.
“Your jaw will ache if you do that. Or do you like that sort of thing?”
Jimin snapped his mouth shut, your chuckle bringing heat to the tips of his ears but he forced it down.
“Oh so is the bartender your boyfriend or something?” He tried to passively ask but you could see right through him.
“Nope. I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. I used to though.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You used to have a boyfriend?”
You shook your head. “Nope, a girlfriend but we had to go our separate ways. She had a great rack too.” You reminisced with a sigh.
Were you fucking for real? Jimin didn’t give a damn about your ex girlfriend but he’d be lying if he said you hinting at being bisexual wasn’t sexy as hell.
He cleared his throat. “Well uh, I’m Jimin.”
You hummed but didn’t make a move to introduce yourself and that kind of pissed him off.
“Aren’t you gonna tell me your name?”
You swept your hair over your back, the scent of your perfume and whatever else you used in your hair invading his senses.
“Do I need to?” You drawled sassily.
He swallowed. Fuck you were pissing him off.
Luckily for him, Yoongi already told him your name so ha!
“I guess not, y/n.” He smirked.
You tilted your head. Ha! Gotcha! You weren’t so clever!
Then you smiled and it sent Jimin’s stomach in a whirl.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief. Jimin was very amusing to you. You couldn’t wait to break him.
You leaned closer to him, so close that your lips were almost touching. His breath got caught in his throat, eyes flickering back and forth between your irises.
What was this feeling? Jimin hasn’t felt like this sense his last big audition. His stomach was turning, nausea bringing that last drink he had right to the base of his throat, and his palms felt like all the water in his body had populated to his hands.
“That was cute.” Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. “But it doesn’t matter if you know my name or not
.”
Don’t ask why. Don’t ask why.
“Why?”
You smirked, hand lifting to ghost over the side of his throat, your nails scratched lightly over his pulse point. He thickly swallowed, throat feeling tight and dry all of a sudden.
“Because your mouth will be too preoccupied.”
Damn. You were good. Too good.
While he was mimicking a fish out of water, you dug around your purse for your keys before saying, “let’s get out of here. Do you need to tell your friends where you’re going?”
It took him a second to process what you had said but when he did, he shook his head.
“No. Why would I need to tell them?”
You shrugged. “Just to be safe. If something happens or they need you, they should know.”
He raised an eyebrow in a suspicious look. “Are you gonna rob me or something?”
You chuckled but he didn’t find anything amusing. “Of course not. Let’s just go then.”
~
Rule Number 1 was broken the moment he step foot in your apartment.
Similar to your outward appearance, your apartment was very cool and modern; cool tones of gray and blues complimented one another across all of your furniture and decorations.
You noticed how he was looking around at everything. “Did you want a tour?”
He flinched a little at you speaking. “No. We can just go to the bedroom.”
You eyed him for a brief moment but shrugged your shoulder and led him down the hall to your bedroom.
You didn’t turn on the lights when you entered your bedroom, instead traversing through the dark to find the remote to your LED lights. The room lit up in a bright purple, enough so that he could see clearly but it wasn’t overwhelming to ruin the mood.
He didn’t take time to look around this time, moving to remove his jacket and lay it across your vanity stool. You had taken a seat on the bed, hands working to untie the strings of your platforms.
“So, should we talk about boundaries and safe words?”
You were really making his brain buffer, like bad wifi connection.
“Safe words? Isn’t that only for like extreme stuff? Like BDSM?”
You were also constantly pissing him off with those little mocking chuckles.
“Normally yes but safe words are really just to gauge comfort and discomfort so if either of us don’t like something, we can have an easy way of communicating.” You explained simply, tossing your shoes to the side and working on the strings that held your dress together on either side.
The way you spoke so simply and confidently caused yet another weird feeling to flutter in Jimin’s chest. That was happening often with you.
“Uh
.I don’t think that’s necessary.”
You paused in your disrobing(damn it) to look up at him. “Are you sure? The color system is pretty simple. This is our first sleeping together so we should both be comfortable.”
He’s never had to think about stuff like that before. This was just a one night stand. Why were you so worried about comfort and safe words? He just wanted to get his nut and go.
Holding in an aggravated sigh, he nodded. “Sure. Color system. Red, yellow, green. Perfect.”
If you noticed his tone, you didn’t say anything. Instead finally finally removing your dress and Jimin got to witness the glory that was your body and hot damn.
From your mocha dusted nipples to the intricate tattoo that rested just between your breasts, all the way down your meaty thighs and your clothed pussy that was barely covered by the thong you wore.
“Come here.” You beckoned with a finger. “Lie down.”
Your voice seemed to control his body, his feet moving forward to sit on the bed next to you. Immediately, you were in his space, climbing on top of him to push him down on the mattress.
Your hair fell forward over your shoulder, falling into his face, tickling his nose and getting in his mouth.
You giggled at his sputtering. “Sorry. Hold on.” You reached over to your nightstand to grab a large claw clip to get your hair out of your face.
With that done, you leaned down to capture his pillowy lips in a kiss. Honestly, you’ve been waiting to kiss him since he approached you at the bar. Something about those Bratz doll lips were so appetizing.
And they didn’t disappoint.
Jimin’s hands gravitated to your ass, gripping two handfuls and god bless, it was just as amazing as he imagined.
Your lips worked in tandem against one another. Jimin was caught up in the wonderful globes of fat blessing his palms, hands pushing you to start humping against his straining erection. You sighed as your clit bumped against the zipper cover of his jeans.
You tilted your head more to deepen the kiss, his mouth opening to let your tongues meet. He hummed at the taste of the fruity alcohol and the minty gum you chewed in the car.
Licking at his tongue, you sucked it between your lips, surprisingly pulling a moan from Jimin. Noted.
It honestly shocked him as well. He’s never felt this turned on just from a little kissing and dry humping. Hell, he hardly kissed any of his sexual partners. Maybe a little here and there but never full on making out like he was doing now.
And he hated to say it but he wanted more.
You must have noticed how he relaxed into the kiss because you pulled away to get a good look at his face—ears tipped red and puffs of breath coming from his plump lips that were shiny with your gloss.
“Do you want to tell me a color?”
Ah that. He almost forgot but he guessed he’d entertain it. “Green I guess.”
You hummed a “good”, pecking his lips once more before moving to his throat. Your hands went to start on the buttons of his shirt as you nipped and sucked at his pulse point. He stifled another moan when you bit the skin at his collarbone, trailing down to kiss over his chest.
He thought you were about to go straight for his cock, only to be shocked when he felt your tongue run over his nipple.
He jumped at the sensation, head craning to look down at you. “W-what are you doing?”
Your eyes glanced up at him. “Oh sorry. Do you not like your nipples touched?” You sounded honestly apologetic.
He felt weird. That felt weird but not necessarily bad. Fuck, what was happening to him?
“It’s just weird.” He simply said.
“Okay. I won’t do it again. Thanks for being honest.” There’s that feeling again.
Moving past his chest, you worked on his belt and the button of his jeans. He helped you get them down his legs, also removing his shirt in the process.
Once he was lying back down, you got comfortable between his legs. You kissed around his belly button, his abs contracting from the ticklish feeling. Gripping the band of his briefs, you pulled them down and off his legs, his cock jumping out and slapping against his tummy.
He sighed when your warm palm encased his throbbing erection, shivering as your breath puffed over his slick cockhead.
“Ready?” You asked.
He scoffed. Why did you ask him like that? Like a warning almost.
There was that smirk again. You were gonna enjoy this.
Kissing his tip, you licked a wide stripes up his shaft, going all around the circumference of his cock with your sinful tongue. His leg twitched a little at your calculated ministrations, suddenly feeling hot all over despite you just starting.
Once you deemed him licked enough, you took his tip into your mouth, gathering saliva in your mouth to drip down his cock. With that extra lubrication, you began pumping his shaft, tandem sucking at his tip. His hips buck up involuntarily, wanting to feel more of your warm mouth around him.
Your eyes were focused on his face, always watching to make sure he was comfortable but also, you loved seeing his reaction. His own eyes were squeezed shut, hands balled up at his side and lip pulled between his teeth hard enough to bleed.
Mmm. Easy work. Time to up the ante.
Jimin felt your mouth come off of him, the cold air brushing over his spit slicked cock. He let out a breath but that was short lived because all of a sudden, both of your hands were gripping his cock.
He barely had time to lift his head before it was crashing back against your pillows because you started going absolutely ballistic.
Both hands began twisting and squeezing at his shaft, your mouth back on his tip creating an air tight vacuum seal. As your hands moved, your head bobbed up and down on what your hands couldn’t reach.
Jimin’s back arched hard enough to hurt, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. You were like a woman possessed, not even the Warren’s would be able to cleanse you. Loud slurping and sucking noises bounced off the walls, filling his ears and spurring him towards an orgasm faster than it takes Azaelia Banks to embarrass herself.
If your mouth wasn’t full of cock, you would have smirked from his reaction. He couldn’t stop moving, knees lifting and falling back against the bed and bumping into you a few times, head restlessly tossing side to side against the pillows. His face and chest were flushed red, chest rising and falling as he struggled to breathe.
“Oh my god
.” He breathed out, feeling closer to orgasm than ever.
Your hands moved from around his shaft and suddenly, you were taking him all the way down your throat, deep throating him like a god damn python. His hips bucked up again but your wet hands rested on either side of his pelvis to hold him down. You bobbed your head faster, sucking on every upstroke and laving your tongue against the vein that pulsed on the underside of his cock.
Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good in his life, especially not off head alone. It was like every nerve ending in his body was focused in his cock, your hot mouth pulling noises from him that he didn’t even know he could make.
Who the fuck were you? Who was he?
He was about to cum. He could feel it stirring and building in his lower belly, hotter than fire and ready to burst like a volcano.
Then you gripped his balls in one of your hands and gave them a light squeeze and the pearly gates were right there.
He let out a gasp, hands moving to try and stop you. He didn’t want to cum that fast and definitely not first. He always got the woman off first, at least twice before he finally came. And even that could take a while but you were about to wrench an orgasm from him in minutes. There was no way.
“W-w-wait
.ah
.I’m
.” He stuttered, vocabulary suddenly becoming limited as his orgasm rose.
You could feel his cock throb in your mouth, balls drawing up in your palm. Taking him down your throat once again, his trimmed pubic hairs tickling your nose, you massaged his balls as if trying to force them to give you his cum.
Jimin’s brain struggled to remember that stupid safe word. He needed you to stop before the worst happened.
Alas, two harsh sucks and one more squeeze of his balls and he was ascending.
A moan so loud and drawn out that he didn’t even believe it was him came from his throat. Hot splashes of cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed it down greedily.
Sensitivity began to prickle at Jimin’s spine and cock as you continued to fondle and suck at him.
“Yellow yellow yellow.” He gasped out and you immediately backed away.
He slumped against the mattress, inhaling deep breaths and trying to calm his racing heart. Tiredness began pulling at his eyelids and he felt like he could fall asleep at any moment but then a weight settled on his chest.
He cracked open his bleary eyes, not expecting to find your glistening folds just inches from his face. When did you remove your panties? Despite just emptying his balls, he could feel his cock twitch. Damn, could you not?
He looked up to see your sultry eyes staring down at him. He gulped down a block in his throat. He was not expecting this.
“I’ll acknowledge your refractory period but just because your cock is down for the count right now doesn’t mean your mouth is.”
He was speechless. He’s never had a woman so shamelessly put her pussy right in his face and practically demand he eat her out.
You must have taken his dropped open mouth as an invite to scoot forward to place your pussy right in his face.
The initial shock had worn off the moment your wet pussy touched his lips. Like muscle memory, he latched onto your clit, hollowing his cheeks to suck on the nub. You hummed at finally getting some relief. Seeing Jimin’s pleasured face had gotten you excited quicker than usual.
You were itching to finally break him down, to stake your claim and inject yourself into his bloodstream until he couldn’t think about anyone else but you.
Shouldn’t be too hard judging by how frantically he was slurping and licking at your clit like it was his first meal in ages.
You rocked your hips against his face, melting into the feeling. His tongue flicked expertly over your clit, plush lips sucking in intervals in a slightly amateur and sloppy way but thankfully, you liked it. You thought it was cute. And you weren’t really picky when it came to oral, clit stimulation was more than enough.
“Hold your tongue out.” You ordered and of course, he followed. You rocked your clit against the rough texture of his tongue, hums and sighs of pleasure passing your lips.
Jimin lifted his hands to grab at your ass, pushing you against his tongue a little faster. This wasn’t a competition(as far as you were concerned) and no, Jimin wasn’t trying his hardest right now to prove a point! He was just being an equal partner in this. He got off so you should too! Yeah, that made sense.
You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, holding him still as you used his tongue to get off. Using your other hand to tweak at your own nipples, you fluttered your eyes shut as you relaxed and let yourself be taken away by his tongue.
Jimin let you take control(as if you ever gave it up) but after a little bit, he took it upon himself to worm one of his hands under you to start prodding at your leaking hole. You could feel his fingers, a smirk that he couldn’t see twitching at your lips.
One finger sunk past your opening, your walls clenching around the digit. His cock twitched again, imagining how tight you’d be around it. Fuck that refractory period. He was ready to go now.
He felt around your walls until he pressed against that rough patch inside of you. He noticed you didn’t really react so he pressed a little bit harder, feeling a little rush when your hips jumped. Ah, you like it rough, huh?
Slipping another finger inside, he hooked them right into that spot again. Your mouth dropped and a light moan escaped your lips. He also wrapped his lips around your clit again and harshly sucked at it, pulling a slightly louder noise from you.
You were kind of expecting this but you also weren’t. With other partners you had, it normally took some coaching and adjusting for them to know how you liked it but he seemed to be knowledgeable.
How cute.
Gripping his hair tighter, you bounced up and down on his fingers, his lips slurping at your clit in tandem.
“Mhm
.yes. Just like that. I’m almost there.” You moaned. That pressure was building higher and higher until you were right on the edge.
Jimin closed his eyes, curling his fingers everytime you bounced, sucking your clit like a man starved. He wanted to see you cum, see you fall apart for him.
He needed to see it.
Jimin moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending sparks up your back, your own moan rivaling his.
“‘M gonna cum. Harder.” You said breathless.
Jimin hated how much you bossed him around but he couldn’t care much about that. Instead, he thrusted his fingers in and out of your wet cunt faster, your arousal dripping down his palm and wrist. He was spurred on by the wet and sloppy noises that your cunt made, his cock hardening incredibly fast.
With a final suck and one more curl of his fingers, you were releasing all over his face. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your thighs smothering his head as your body locked up.
Jimin licked at your clit until you were shivering in sensitivity, your hips moving back until you were sitting back on his chest. Jimin stretched out his arm that was aching from your previous position, flexing his hand a few times.
You leaned back to rest your palms on his thighs, tilting your head back as you tried to catch your breath.
Jimin’s dark and sharp eyes trailed down your body—glistening dark skin covered in sweat, your gorgeous breasts and nipples heaving with every breath, dark stretch marks painting the insides of your thighs.
Damn, you were a picture of sin and he wanted to sink his teeth into you.
“Tapping out? I’ll acknowledge your refractory period.” He teased.
You dropped your chin forward to stare at him, a cute smile on your face. Scooting back so that you were straddling him again, you leaned down to kiss his lips. With this position, you could rub your slick folds up and down his cock. He groaned at the feeling. He could only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around him.
Pulling away from his lips, you asked, “did you bring condoms? I have some if you didn’t. What size are you?”
Yes he brought condoms but why the hell did you have them?
“Uh
.yeah. I’m normally a medium.”
That made you snort. “Normally? That’s a weird way to phrase it.” Reaching over to your nightstand, you pulled open a drawer to dig around for the right size.
Now that you mentioned condoms, he started thinking.
Did you really need one? You both disclosed your health in the car already.
(“You carry your STD results in your wallet? Do you have a lot of sex or something?”
“I like being prepared.”
“What a coincidence. Check the glove compartment.”)
His pull out game was definitely top tier and he didn’t want any kids anytime soon so that wasn’t really an issue. Obviously he wouldn’t say no if you really wanted to use one but your pussy felt so wet and warm around his fingers
.
He wanted to feel it with no restrictions.
“Do we
.”
You pulled the condom out, sitting back up on his lap. Your eyebrows raised, acknowledging that he wanted to speak.
“Yeah?”
He pulled his lip between his teeth. Why was he hesitating? He’s never felt nervous about asking for what he wanted during sex so why was his tongue getting tied now?
You could almost see the gears turning in his head. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted but you wanted to hear him say it.
“Yes?” You pushed.
He lifted his eyes to meet yours, your irises swirling with amusement. You were really
..
Sighing, he forced out, “do we have to use one?”
There we go. You smiled, shrugging one shoulder. “Not if you don’t want to.” You tossed the foil wrapper to the side like a discarded piece of gum.
How many times had you completely baffled him? Like 7? 8? 54? You were just continuing to defy every expectation and standard he’s had in previous sexual escapades. First you give him body ascending head, then you sit on his face, and now you were agreeing to raw sex? Was he dreaming? No, right?
He was broken from his thousandth moment of self contemplation by you moving. You turned around in his lap, your juicy ass on display to him. At that moment, he took notice of the two shiny piercings nestling just at the base of your spine.
You were gonna kill him.
He hissed when your warm palm wrapped around his hard cock, pumping it a few times, aided by the arousal you rubbed over him a bit ago.
“Ready?” You asked him for the second time and a small part of him wanted to say no. Your head game was already crazy. What the hell was your riding game like?
Too late to go back now because you were lining up the head of his cock with your hole and sitting down on it. He held his breath once your hot and tight walls began sucking him in, each inch feeling like a mile as you lowered yourself down.
He released the breath once you were seated all the way on his lap. He already felt ready to cum again and you haven’t even done anything yet. Your pussy was wetter than before and your squishy walls were holding his cock hostage like a bank robber.
You sighed at the stretch. He definitely had girth, which you preferred over length but he was still long enough to reach your spots. Perfect.
Adjusting yourself on your knees, you have a few test movements. Not really bounces but just moving back and forth to get both of you adjusted.
Jimin already couldn’t handle it, his head falling back against the pillows. He reached out his hands to rest on your ass and you took that as a sign of him being ready for the real action.
Perching both hands on his knees, you got on your feet and started bouncing on his cock. He choked out a surprisingly loud moan, fingers digging into your ass and head lifting again to watch you go crazy. Your ass rippled and jiggled every time you met his pelvis, you’re slick soaking his cock and walls hugging him on every upward stroke.
The clapping of your ass sounded like damn gunshots as it ricocheted off his pelvis, the force of your bounces shaking your bed and scrambling his brain.
He couldn’t think. He couldn’t talk. All he could manage was groans and uncharacteristic squeaks whenever your walls squeezed around him. You were pulling noises out of him he didn’t even know he was capable of making.
“Ah fuck!” He strained, sweat causing his bangs and hair at the back of his neck to stick uncomfortably to his skin.
You hummed, your claw clip starting to slip a little. “Your cock feels so good. It’s gonna make me cum.” You were starting to get a little winded from bouncing on your feet so you moved to your knees, still bouncing your ass up and down at the same pace.
His ears sounded like they were underwater so he didn’t hear a damn thing you said, too focused on watching how your hole stretched around his cock.
“Shit, s-slow down.” He begged but since you didn’t hear any of the traffic light colors, you kept going.
He was about to cum! Hard! Very hard!
You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, saw how his toes curled and I curled, and how hard he was gripping your ass cheeks.
Licking your lips, you urged him, “Give it to me, baby. Cum in my tight pussy.” Balancing back on your feet, your hands going to your knees, you rode his cock harder than before. He thought you were about to break his pelvis but he’d sit in the hospital in a full body cast any day of the week.
“Fuck fuck fuck! Oh shit!” He cursed. A few more bounces and he was releasing inside your warm cunt. His ears rang and his vision blurred as the second hardest orgasm of his life rammed into him. You continued to ride him, milking him of every drop that he had.
His whole body was on fire, his throat tight and dry, heart hammering in his chest.
Sensitivity didn’t have time to settle in because he felt ready to cum again but it felt painful almost. Not necessarily in a bad way though. A part of him didn’t want you to stop.
And you didn’t.
Turning in his lap with his cock still inside(what the hell), you pushed his sweaty bangs back from his forehead—taking in his red cheeks and kiss swollen lips.
He was so cute. Cute enough to bite and you did. He flinched a little at the feeling of your teeth on his cheek.
“You’re not tapping out, are you?” You kissed across his jawline and chin. “You’re still so hard and I haven’t cum yet.”
He wasn’t going to make it out alive.
~
Jimin rose to the smell of a sweet perfume and clean laundry detergent. He groaned as he stretched his body, the soft sheets feeling amazing against his skin. His muscles and bones popped as he tried to alleviate some of the tension from sleeping.
He blinked away the haze of sleep, lifting his head to get a gauge of his surroundings then it all started rushing back to him.
The bar. Coming back to your place. The mind blowing sex.
You.
He slowly sat up, running his hand through his hair. He looked around the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. He noticed his clothes from yesterday folded and placed near the foot of the bed.
Did you do that? Where were you?
He found his phone on your nightstand, plugged into a charger. He removed it and turned it on, finding a few messages from his friends asking if he was safe and one of his coworkers asking to switch a shift.
He texted Taehyung back, letting him know he was okay and to his coworker to agree to the shift change.
As he was in his phone, he heard the sound of clicking entering the room. He looked up, finding you walking into the bedroom, a robe wrapped around you and your hair hidden under a bonnet.
“Oh. You’re awake. Good morning.”
Morning? It was morning? He didn’t even notice the time.
10:21AM
What the hell? He’s never slept in that late after a one night stand. He’s never slept over at all.
Rule Number 2. Broken.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Morning.”
You walked over to your dresser to shuffle through some undergarments to wear. “I made some coffee if you want some.”
He hated coffee.
“No thanks.”
He tossed the blankets off his naked body, standing on wobbly legs. He glanced back over at you to see if you noticed but you were busy pulling panties up your legs. At the motion, he caught a glimpse of your perfect ass. He swallowed down a block in his throat.
No Jimin! You’ve already broken two rules! Don’t lose resolve.
As he slipped his clothes on, he couldn’t help but feel a little strange. Why did this feel so familiar?
You turned to him once you were done, sending him a sweet smile that made his heart stutter. “You can use the bathroom to brush your teeth and everything. I have some extra toothbrushes.“
He sniffed and ran a hand through his hair again. “Um
.are you
.did you
.sleep well?” That was a dumb question to ask.
If you thought so, you didn’t mention it, instead smiling again. “I did. Did you? You practically passed out. I cleaned you up a bit. Hope you don’t mind.”
Heat rose to the tips of his ears. You cleaned him up? That’s why he didn’t feel sweaty or sticky. Wasn’t he supposed to do that for you? Then again, he wasn’t much of an aftercare type person with his previous partners. He’d let them use his bathroom or whatever but he never took initiative to clean his partners up.
You were so much different than him. He felt a little
..inadequate compared to you.
“Oh. Thanks.”
You hummed, turning around fully to face him. Why did he look so
..small? Not necessarily in size but in his posture and energy. He seemed a little nervous and out of place.
“Is something bothering you?” You inquired. You were hoping he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable about last night. He only used the color system once and he never said red so you assumed he was fine.
He cleared his throat again. “I just
.can’t remember much from last night.”
You sighed in relief. “Oh, I thought something else was bothering you. That’s it?”
That’s it? You said it so dismissively, like his question was nothing to be concerned about.
“We went a few rounds but after the last one, you just passed out. I guess I wore you out, huh?” You giggled at that last part but he only felt hot embarrassment swell in him.
Ha! Fuck him to sleep? Hogwash.
Then again
..
“You’re also kind of a cuddle bug. I was surprised but it was nice. You’re very warm.”
He didn’t want to hear anymore of this.
“Where’s the bathroom?” He gruffly asked, turning his head away. It kind of reminded you of a small child refusing to eat their food. Cute.
You smirked but told him, “across the hall. I put a toothbrush on the counter along with a face towel.”
God he was sick of that cheeky little smirk. Stomping off to the bathroom, he grumbled about “not a cuddle bug” on his way.
After freshening up and screwing his back on straight, he ventured out of the bathroom back to the bedroom but you weren’t there. So he went to the living room instead, finding you sitting on your couch watching television.
You turned your head when you heard him enter.
“All done?”
“Yeah.” He nodded.
“Cool. Did you need an Uber or anything?”
Ah, that’s what felt familiar.
Oh. Right. He had to leave. This was only a one time thing.
So why did he feel so

unwanted?
“No. I can
.I can call one.”
You just nodded. “Cool.”
He just stared at the side of your head. That was it? Cool? You weren’t going to ask him stay? Or to have breakfast? He was used to women doing that but you
..you just sort of ignored him.
He didn’t like it. Why didn’t he like it?
Pulling out his phone, he requested himself an Uber, the app chiming and telling him his driver was 4 minutes away. He’s never gotten an Uber that quick. Where was this that night he was trying to get away from that girl who used too much teeth? She was crazy, chased him out the door and insulting him loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. The driver had to meet him a block down.
“It’ll be here soon.” He announced for some reason. He didn’t know why he felt the need to tell you that. It’s not like you cared.
You stood to your feet. “Alright.” Walking over to the front door, you opened it. Jimin didn’t let his slight disappointment show on his face, heavy feet carrying him to your front door.
He stepped past the threshold, turning to face you. You were ready to close the door but paused when you noticed him still standing there.
“Something wrong? Did you leave something?”
Yes. Yes he did. He was leaving so much right now. He couldn’t leave knowing someone as perfect as you existed. He couldn’t just let you go.
Running a hand through his hair, he propositioned, “are you free sometime?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Free? For what?”
“You know
.to do this again.” He motioned with a hand.
“Oh, um. I don’t think so.”
Rejection. That was new.
“What? Why?”
You gave him a pitied smile and he’s never felt so small before.
“This was just a one time thing. It was nice, don’t get me wrong but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to keep seeing one another. You understand, right?”
No. No he didn’t. Why didn’t you want to see him again? The sex was just nice to you? So was he the only one who actually felt something?
“But
.”
“I’ll definitely add you to the roster. Get home safe, okay?”
The door closed in his face and he was left there, speechless and feeling used.
~
Days passed after meeting you and Jimin couldn’t get you off his mind. All he could think about was your perfect ass and the way you rode his cock, how you prioritized his comfort and cleaned him up and even let him sleep over.
You weren’t everything he wasn’t and he wanted more of you.
He couldn’t focus at work. He spent his nights staring at his ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He didn’t even go out to parties or bars anymore.
He needed to see you again.
He needed to talk to Yoongi.
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macfrog · 5 months
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walking through fire came at the perfect time for me. i'm so happy that i can come to your ask box and send you a message about it! i'm currently going through it, and the feeling like i'm constantly failing those around me, my future self, my past self, just generally always failing is just making everything worse. today was such a hard day, such a low day, and it would have really helped to have some understanding. your words were that for me. it's like they personified, arrived at my door, and gave me a hug. people in my life don't really understand me on days like this (and sometimes, like today, it feels like they're right), so the guilt is always mixed with shame and hurt and yearning. yearning for someone to understand, to be gentle, and to be there. to help soothe all the dark feelings and voices. i wanna thank you for writing this one shot with so much care. you have a deep and gentle understanding of every single feeling, of everything that hurts or is numb, and i thank you for giving reader that person in joel because, through reader, i was able to leave my world for a little bit, and find comfort in hers. i can't really cry right now 'cause i'm not somewhere where i can do it and not be questioned haha, but imagine me sending this to you with a quivering lip (that will turn to tears later), and lots of gratitude. your one shot helped me replace the voices in my head with words more loving, more tender, and made me feel like i'm not all these things days like today say i am.
hello, friend!
i’m glad you’re here. glad you reached out. it’s so lovely to hear from you đŸ©”
i’m sorry today was difficult. bad days can feel like major setbacks when you’re struggling. it’s important to remember that you deserve the same care and patience as anyone else, and to be gentle with yourself. you are not failing anyone, ever, but especially not when you’re surviving a rough time. you are not your worst days, baby. you’re so much more than them!
stories are a super powerful survival tool. there’s a lot of love and joy, hope and resilience, and a lot of self-reflection to be found in these guys. if you saw even a sliver of yourself in that fic, that’s cause you’re already there, bro. you can do exactly what she did. it’s just taking it a step at a time.
some days, you might make it to the end of the driveway and think, that’s enough. maybe tomorrow you’ll get to the gate at the top of the track road. maybe not. that’s cool, too. maybe one day without even noticing, you’ll make it to the fields. who knows. but just take it easy.
not every day has to be about pushing yourself to do better, be better, feel better. some days feel like garbage. let them. they’ll pass, too, cause they always do — and you’ll be better for it. just be kind to yourself. treat yourself the way joel treats reader. love yourself with the same protectiveness. i promise you that you deserve it.
also: cry! cry it out. crying is great! get all those emotions outta there! run a shower, let yourself feel em, let them pass.
anyway. i think you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who hasn’t felt the way you’re feeling right now. you are absolutely not alone. i’m here with you; i’m holding your hand and resting my head on your shoulder via the internet as we speak (as long as you’re cool with that idk). you got this. i love you.
hit me up anytime. i wanna hear how you’re doing. :)
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flfverse · 11 months
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TRANS KIRI RIGHTS!!!!!
Oh my god I read it last night before bed and it’s ALL I could think about!!! And it’s STILL all I can think about!!! I’m so in love with this concept and so glad you ended up writing this. The slow realization, the denial, the imposter syndrome, the perceived selfishness—it’s all soooo good and really speaks to what I feel like is kind of this internalized orientationism that exists unconsciously in the greater society of your worldbuilding from which a lot of the trans issues or Hawks’s internalized subphobia (is that a thing? Is now) kind of stem insidiously. Kirishima is like “I’m a dom! It’s my job to protect ppl and I’m a hero anyway so it all works out!” But that’s a trap he doesn’t realize he’s stuck in until he’s really forced to confront it, and I’m soooo in love with how you handled him avoiding the issue until it blew up in his face (because I’m an angst/hurt/comfort lover). Got all the swoopy feelings in my stomach about it and even when I go back to read it again I still get em đŸ©”
Kiri’s evolution is something I’m so excited to read further about
 I really hope you’ll explore him trying to hide it from his friends, who are so used to using him as a dom sounding board when they need help. I can’t imagine he’ll find it easy to give up that role easily, since he cares so much for his friends and wants to support them in any way he can, and also because I wonder if the weight of their expectations will be hard to get out from under without outing himself? Like I can just see Sero torn on the sidelines watching Kirishima do things that hurt himself but not knowing how to intervene in a way that respects Kirishima’s boundaries but also is healthy for him?
Which also makes me wonder about our dear, beloved, hyper vigilant Aizawa-sensei
 because I’m an ever-guilty Aizawa lover

.!! But that aside, my excuse for bringing him is that I think he would at least notice something off with kirishima and his dynamic w the class (unless he’s not their teacher at this point? Tbh I’m admittedly not sure how school is looking for these kids at this point in your story ehehe). But I can also picture sero going to him like “girl help! My bf is (redacted) and he’s hurting himself over it and idk what to do!” Or also kiri showing up in the office like “Sensei help! I’m (redacted) and idk what to do!” And Aizawa being like “well I can’t help if I don’t know the root of the problem but also I respect boundaries so
.”
Sorry got carried away a bit. But the point is! I loved this fic and CANT wait to see where you’ll take it next.
Enjoy your hiatus! You’ve more than earned it. Until the next update, I’ll be lurking on old chapters and poking you in your asks đŸ©”
—V
TRANS!!! KIRI!!! RIGHTS!!! đŸ©”đŸ©”đŸ©”
oh yeah, i definitely want to explore him hiding things from the others. we loveee that angst. i don’t know when i want him to come out
in Cross the Line i did write a little throwaway convo about him and sero both being doms before i decided to hit him with the trans beam, and i’m still undecided on what to do about that. they’re all around 23 at that point, which is a pretty long time to hide, so i might change it. i can definitely see him only coming out to a few people for the sake of his hero career
.we’ll see.
aizawa is definitely still around! in my head they keep the same homeroom teacher bc i loveee dadzawa and it makes sense?? right?? if he’s training them?? yeah.
i lowkey forgot he would be around noticing all of this but yeah, he would definitely notice the dynamic was off and be like, waiting for the right excuse to poke at the issue. and sero would absolutely come to him well before kiri would :(( ack i’m making myself sad thinking about him now
i like this version of kiri (and all versions of trans kiri) bc he has this kind of comedic level of emphasis on manliness and being the steady unwavering rock for his friends, which is very wholesome, but also BUDDY. you need to base your identity on more things than that. i think it is very genuine, which is why i love him, but also you could play it like he’s compensating, like if he just says it enough it’ll be true.
augh. enough sadkiri thoughts. let’s think about puppykiri again and ask the REAL question which is: why does his costume have a psuedo-muzzle, hm? what’s happening here
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thank you for coming to my ted talk. i think the next little edition of this mini saga will just be focused on kiri and sero and puppy play (and some trans feelings), but after that it’d be fun to do some angst. or before. depends which i finish first, i guess?
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