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pairing: jimin x reader (ft. jungkook & namjoon)
premise: you're assigned a soulmate backed by the science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. you find yours: park jimin is the exact opposite of you. a member of a notorious resistance gang, he doesn't believe in science, love, or the state.
summary: you find out that jimin isn't your true soulmate. he was a placebo - a series of control trials to see if simply thinking someone is your soulmate would be enough to make you fall in love. the issue is, you did. you did fall in love. hard.
genre: 18+ romance, smut, angst, soulmate!au, dystopian, love triangle, romeo-juliet, opposites attract, hurt-comfort
characters: student!reader, vigilante!jimin, student!jungkook, scientist!namjoon
warnings: 18+, contains smut, angsty smut, rough penetrative sex, creampie, cock warming, breast play, a lot of kissing. like a lot. emotional sex, oral sex (m), fingering, praise kink, jimin is a pro at snapping that bra off, a lot of stimulation, a lot of foreplay, aftercare, they're in love okay it's cheesy, feelings of fear, hurt, government conspiracy, medical procedure, memory loss, cursing
taglist: @tornparts @loona15 @effielumiere @agustdream8 @jnghs @dragons-flare @xiusmarshmallow @ratherbefangirling @infires-imagines @aretha170 @dvalitaes @kookiejeonie @ddaeng-angmoh @idk123906 @cuteipat @uarmyhore @natalie-rdr @yawnkive @sukunabitch @withluvjm @thesmeraldogirl @theceraunophilegirl
wc: 7k | series masterlist | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Jimin—
“We’re not actually soulmates.”
Disappointment couldn’t even begin to explain what Jimin was feeling as he saw your eyes shatter in front of him. His heart was already beating wildly with a sense of pounding worry—all from your tears. He wasn’t the kind of guy who expressed himself. He was a pawn. A soldier, of sorts. He took action.
Right now, he was paralyzed. Every drop of blood drained from him in one rush of cold. He was left with nothing. Not even your touch held enough comfort to warm the life back into him. His breath even, mocking him with a charade of calmness.
You continued to explain. He heard you—he swore he did, but everything seemed to numb him from comprehending.
“It was a placebo, where the chip signals but we aren’t actually compatible. So the basis for everything we felt—or everything we think we feel, was a lie. Jungkook found out and,”
Jimin blinked. Looking at you. You were still there. You were still real. Your eyes swollen with tears. Hearing your words hurt, but seeing you like this hurt even more. He needed to be strong for you—you were falling apart in front of him, and he was too stubborn to let you.
He wasn’t going to let you go.
Because he didn’t care. He didn’t care—in fact, a rush seemed to pulse into him, beckoning him onwards—the fact that you might have been some government-implanted craving he had was the only reason he was trying to stay away from you initially. You fought for him. And fuck, he loved you. It was too soon to say it. Hell—probably too soon to feel it but he didn’t have a doubt in his mind.
Last night, as he fell asleep in your arms, all he could wish for was to have that every day for the rest of his life. He had never felt so strongly bound to another person. Never felt so seen, so cherished.
This wasn’t about some microchip in your necks. To him, it never had been. You cared for him when he was hurt. You were a fucking nerd, obsessed with your geeky job in a way that enamored him. You worked so hard, were so fiercely determined and dedicated to your cause. You were messy, clumsy, a stickler for rules where Jimin liked to bend them, break them, or ignore them altogether.
He loved the person you were, unfiltered—he loved the person you wanted to become, and most of all he loved the way you loved him. Your heart on your sleeve. Calling out his bullshit. And always being exactly what he needed even if he didn’t know it himself.
And he knew all of this. So why did he feel so fucking terrified?
Jimin swallowed deeply. His hand leaving your face as you searched him for a reaction through glassy eyes.
“Tell me what this means to you, doctor” His words were hushed. His fingers gliding over your wrists before circling them into his hold. His lips hovered over yours, foreheads resting against one another.
Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He knew exactly what it meant to you. But he needed to hear you say it. He knew how hard you had fought for him. He had tried so hard to push you away, but you persisted because you believed in the Soulmate Initiative so strongly. That had been the catalyst. For you—it had been the condition of your love.
“Jimin” You exhaled. The regret in your voice carved into his heart.
“You know that never mattered to me” His grip on your wrists tightened, as if his touch would make you understand. It was all he could do to not scream—not begin to pathetically beg you not to care. Not to change anything—not to leave him.
He could see you scrambling for words. “There’s still a chance—” You attempted to reason. Because that’s who you were. Hard facts and logic. Your voice choked—Jimin couldn’t look at you a second longer. It was too fucking painful. Too painful to sit there and watch as you gave up on him.
He needed to leave. Get far away from you and think. Because right now he felt so helpless, so powerless—he didn’t trust himself not to say something he’d ultimately regret.
His eyes were red, wet with anger. A façade to cover the shattering in his chest.
“I have to get to class, doctor” His voice was serene. His gaze, tumultuous.
“Jimin please,” You tried to pull him back as he stood up. He yanked his hand away from you, rougher than he meant to, but enough for you to get the hint. “I’m so sorry”
He took a few steps towards the door. Turning back, he looked at you one last time. Your tear-stained cheeks. Your quivering lips.
“I’m not sorry” He swallowed thickly. Pulling on his leather jacket and grabbing his helmet, he tucked in under his arm. “I will never be sorry for falling for you, doctor”
“There might—” Jimin held up his palm.
“I’ll come back” His eyes softened as if to ease your anxiety, “We can talk about this later”
He was out of the door in seconds, unable to look you in the eye again. The fresh, cold air hit him like salvation from the tension. He gasped, breathing the sharp air in as his tears unleashed.
Sinking to the floor, he buried his head between his knees. His fingers gripping his hair in frustration as he sobbed quietly. He jerked his head back, hitting the door as he punched the ground next to him. Cursing loudly as he crumbled.
You—
Jimin would be back any second. You’d never felt quite so nervous. So anxious—not even when you opened your decision letter for your PhD program—not ever. He’d be back. Be home. And you two would have to face the impending doom you’d introduced to him.
More than anything, you felt guilty. Guilty that you were responsible for what he was going through right now. After trying so hard to convince him that he even deserved love, let alone from you—to gain his trust and then put him into this grey space of uncertainty. It wasn’t lost on you how unfair it was.
The mere thought of living your life like you had before Jimin—was pointless. He had awoken something within you. As frustrating as he was, as much of a tease and a flirt—he made every day feel like an adventure. He brought you to life in a way nothing else quite did.
But if your real soulmate was out there, you couldn’t help but wonder. Was it all fake attraction? Was what you could find with someone you were truly compatible with even better than this? More magical? More right?
You had to know.
And you knew Jimin wouldn’t see it that way. But even if you chose to ignore it—to let it go, it would drive a wedge between the two of you inevitably. Jimin’s flaws seemed to glare at you in a way that they hadn’t before. Everything impossible about your relationship seemed to weigh on you because you didn’t have the blind faith in the system anymore. You didn’t have the promise that this is how it was supposed to be.
The ring of your doorbell sent your heart into somersaults. You buzzed him, nervously tugging at your sleeves. You wanted to look pretty for him—unsure if that was cruel of you, but you couldn’t help but think that these were a collection of your final moments together.
He walked inside. Tired eyes, raven hair wispy from the wind. The cold tinting his cheek and nose. His black motorcycle jacket hugged his figure. The familiar scent of cigarettes and gasoline which you had come to associate with comfort. A scent that once made you nauseous.
Slugging his backpack off, he set it aside. Neatly, he unlaced his boots before stepping inside. He regarded you with a soft smile. His deep brown eyes were simultaneously relieved and broken.
“Hey you”
You approached him slowly, immediately wrapping your arms around his torso. You inhaled him. His unadulterated bliss. He was cold, but so warm. And when his arms wrapped around you, cradling your head to the crook of his neck, leaning into you—you wanted to simply melt.
You looked up. His pretty eyes—the way he looked at you—God. His touch flushed you over with heat as his palm reached your cheek, thumb caressing over your jaw, teasing your bottom lip.
You didn’t know what to say to him. It seemed, you didn’t need to say anything. Jimin sighed into you, his lips relaxing against yours. So soft. So tender. Incredibly sweet.
And you wouldn’t stop him. Maybe it was avoidance. The impending melancholy of the night you were about to have. The inevitable heartache. You deepened the kiss, pulling Jimin closer to you desperately.
He grinned against your lips as you did. Hands falling to your hips before cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up, still kissing you with the same delicateness. Taking you to the couch where he sat you both down.
Falling to his back, you crawled on top of him. Lips not parting. Breaths getting heavier.
Because when you kissed, nothing else mattered. Nothing else even existed. There was only him. Him and the storm of pleasure brewing in your chest. The heat coursing through your veins. The dizziness spinning in your head.
His fingers curled over your hip as he flipped you down. Hovering over you now, he admired you. Eyes memorizing your every crevice. His chain fell from his neck, the cool metal making you shiver as it glided across your hot skin.
He peeled off his jacket, leaving only his tight white t-shirt, before returning to you. Body caging yours in. Forearms resting on either side of your face as his fingers traced your cheeks.
“I don’t tell you enough” He murmured. You raised your eyebrows, curious. “You’re so fucking beautiful, doctor. So pretty,” His eyes were half-lidded, kissing you chastely, “Sexy..gorgeous..mine” He smacked against your lips between each word—sending a rush of praise to your head.
And you loved it. You loved his words like they were feathers tickling against you. His voice was silk and you wanted to dance in it for eternity.
The pressure of his body felt incredible against yours, his heat like a blanket. You’d never felt so safe—so cherished in his hold.
“Where the hell did you even come from, doctor?” He hummed playfully against your lips, “How the hell find me? You’re a fever. You’re my disease and my cure”
You tugged at his chain, urging him to kiss you harder. To glue his lips to yours.
He groaned, hips rolling flush against yours as his mouth worked you into serenity. You could feel how badly he needed you, but he was taking his time. On the other hand, you were frantic. Your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up his torso as he chuckled. You could feel his scalding skin on your fingertips. Exploring the expanse of him. The contours of his body, the soft skin.
His teeth tugged at your lip, nipping at you playfully as you scratched your nails against his chest. He finally allowed you to pull this shirt over his head, giving you a moment to admire him, chain contrasting against his golden skin before you tugged off your own top.
You were left in sheer light green bra. Delicate. Something you had bought as a joke a long time ago, wondering if it would actually make you feel more confident. Jimin’s pupils darkened.
“Let me” He exhaled shakily. You turned over, on your knees as Jimin held you up—one hand on your neck pulling you back to him. His fingers gripped your jaw as he kissed your cheek, smirking against you as his other hand expertly snapped your bra off. So fast that it sent shivers down your spine. He replaced where the latch once was pressing into your back with his own lips, kissing up your spine until melting at your nape.
You arched your back as the bra slid down your arms, onto the floor. Jimin’s coarse fingers immediately covering your breasts. Pinching your nipple between his fingers sensually. Trailing butterfly kisses up your neck. You twitched under his touch. Small, needy gasps leaving your parted lips.
He hummed with pleasure, tasting you across your jaw, chest pressed against your back.
“So good to me,” He kissed your cheek. The blisters on his fingers against the soft skin of your breasts making his touch so incredibly erotic, it had you weeping in your core. His touches so subtle, and yet you were reacting to him so desperately. Craving him, overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt when he touched you.
“Please” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for. He chuckled softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Jimin p-please”
“I love that. I love it when you ask me so nicely like that” He pushed you down on all fours. You let out a surprised gasp at his sudden roughness, but your cunt tightened. He pulled off your jeans, and then his own. Leaving your panties on he grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed it.
“So fucking perfect,” His large hands moved all over the flesh of your thighs. He let two fingers tease along your damp slit. “What’s this huh? Wet for me already baby?”
His fingers pushed the cloth aside, finding your tender clit. You bit back a moan as he began to trace small, slow circles. He leaned down on you, the feeling of skin on skin riling you up even further. His lips caressed the back of your shoulders with hums of approval as his fingers continued to coax you. His other hand holding your hip steady. Pinching your ass tenderly.
“Jimin” You gasped breathlessly, fingers gripping the couch tight. His fingers continued to push you further and further towards nirvana. He pulled you up suddenly, fingers still on your clit—but he needed to see you. Needed to look into your eyes as you came. Hand wrapped around your neck, enough to feel his control but not enough to choke you.
“You gonna cum for me doctor?” Jimin teased, forcing your jaw towards him. A grin on his lips mirrored the mischievous glint in his eyes. You nodded pathetically.
“Yeah?” His tone raised, taunting you further as he smashed his lips back on yours. Tongue pushing through your lips as his fingers circled your clit faster. Your moans were swallowed by him—body going limp as waves of pleasure crashed down on you. Your body bucking forward, taking Jimin down with you. Twitching all over as your cunt leaked onto his hand. His rough, desperate kisses muffling your screams.
“That’s it baby, so good for me” His fingers led you through the aftershocks before dipping into your sensitive cunt. “So good and wet all for me, right?”
He pulled himself off of you, and you turned, on your knees—reaching for his cock.
“I want to suck your cock”
Jimin blinked at you incredulously.
But you were determined. You began to stroke him gently. He hissed, reaching behind you to steady himself against the back of the couch.
“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you baby?” He leaned down to kiss you cheek. You looked up at him, eyes earnest—because you wanted him to feel so good.
You wanted to make up for all the pain you knew you were about to cause him. He deserved everything—heaven and the stars and everything beyond, you wanted him to have it all. For now, you let your lips kiss the flushed tip of his cock.
“F-fuck,” He reached for your chin, stroking your jaw tenderly. “You’re so good to me baby fuck”
“I,” You diverted your eyes with shame as heat crawled over your cheeks. “Tell me what to do”
Jimin gulped, eyes shifting as he understood your words.
“Open wide” He pushed two fingers against your lips until your mouth opened enough for him to slide them inside. “No teeth okay baby—and then just take it in as far—” He pushed his fingers down your throat. You tried your best not to gag, until finally you couldn’t help it. He pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva following. “As you can”
His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it playfully as he cooed at you. It was the eagerness in your eyes. The fierce determination he knew you were feeling to please him.
“You’re so” He chuckled softly, “God I—” He choked on his words.
Now was hardly the time.
You beamed at him, taking his cock into your mouth little by little. His head tilted back as he cursed to himself.
You loved seeing him like this—amazed that you could make him feel like this. Motivated by his response, you began to slowly bob your head. He exhaled verbally, letting out a loud groan.
“Just like that baby, fuck—good girl” His voice was pained as if he was losing his resolve and it only fueled you to move faster. He tugged your hair, giving you a warning stare. “If you do that I’m gonna cum baby. Slow down”
You gave him a mischievous look, deciding to disobey.
“Y/n” His voice was low, demanding. He recognized you were teasing him, and as much as he wanted to fuck you—he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. His thumb swiped at the drool from the edge of your lips. A shock rippled through his body as he reached for your shoulder to keep him steady.
“Fuck. Fuck. Baby I’m—” His hips bucked, cock twitching inside your mouth as you felt his warm cum on your tongue. You let him go, swallowing his cum—and before you could even process it, he lifted you up, forcing your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom.
He laid you down on the covers gently, kissing the inside of your thighs, all the way up your stomach, where he showed you a little extra love, up to your breasts—he nibbled on them playfully, loving the way you’d twitch for him. His eyes stayed glued to yours. Dark and needy.
“I’m gonna need a little bit” Jimin confessed after deciding your breasts had been abused enough by his mouth. For now. He let his fingers continue to toy with them as he hovered over you. “But we should talk, hm?”
You inhaled sharply.
“Y-yeah we should”
Jimin grinned, taking a peak back into his mouth, this time letting his tongue run rampant on the plushness.
“Jimin” You hissed, grabbing his hair.
“You taste so good baby, I can’t help it” He kept on kissing your chest. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you into his embrace. Your naked bodies intertwined as his hands roamed all over you. You cradled his head against you, fingers running through his silky black hair.
You whimpered, hopelessly aroused by his actions. Your pussy pulsing, wishing so badly to be stuffed.
“I need you” You nudged him. “I need you so bad”
Jimin grinned, pulling away from you. He kissed you softly.
Then his eyes grew serious.
“Y/n” His tone had changed. He wasn’t teasing anymore. “If I asked you to just let it go,”
“You know I can’t” You responded. Jimin looked away. His fingers still tracing your sides.
“Yeah” He said after some time, kissing your cheek, “I know”
You gulped, cupping his face in your hands. “Can I just say that, right now, in this moment, based on every experience I’ve had in my life up to this point—I love you?”
Jimin scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes.
“I just need to know”
“If there’s someone else, you mean.” Jimin gave you a pointed look. “What happens then, doctor?”
“If someone else is my soulmate, that also means someone else is yours. I can’t keep you from that”
“I know I don’t want that” Jimin gripped your hips possessively, pulling you impossibly closer. “I don’t care. I love you”
A tear rolled down your cheek. The hurt that you so blissfully ignored moments before, returning.
“I’ll meet Dr. Kim Namjoon at the conference in a few days. He can check for us, and then”
“You already know though, don’t you?” Jimin challenged. “You think we aren’t compatible”
You paused. “Well I—”
“Go ahead, doctor” Jimin smiled, a hint of despair in his gaze, “Go meet your soulmate. No one in this universe will love you the way I do, I am sure of it. So sure that I’ll take the chance of losing you forever if it means you’ll believe me one day”
He began to get emotional. You ached for him. Ached for the pain he felt in his chest. The pain you didn’t want him to feel.
Your hand rested on his chest. Feeling the beat of his heart against the tense silence.
He kissed you again. Desperately. His fingers tugging your panties aside as his now hard cock slid against your folds.
You kissed him back—even more desperately. Savoring whatever you had left with him. Losing yourself in him as though time were running out. Spreading your thighs to grant him entrance, he fucked into effortlessly. Filling you up until you felt so right—so whole. He stilled, nose tracing yours as he gazed into your eyes.
Tears threatened the edges of his pretty brown eyes.
“I don’t trust them Y/n” He whispered, the tear unleashing, “What if they brainwash you—what if seeing your soulmate resets your brain chip and—” He gasped, lip trembling.
“I won’t forget you, Jimin” You assured him with a comforting hand stroking his back.
“You don’t know that” Jimin gulped.
The true fear in his eyes hit you like a reality check. Reminding you that this man had no trust in the system, and you were asking him to take a gamble on it.
“Maybe you’re not supposed to know about the Placebo. Maybe they’ll do something to you, and me—and you’ll be in danger and I won’t know”
You kissed him sweetly. “Baby” You mumbled, knowing you’d never called him that— “Don’t think like that”
“I mean the fact that we fell in love, without the compatibility assessment, means the whole system is bullshit—doesn’t it? They could pick any two people and condition them to love one another with the chip. That’s not something they’d be okay with people knowing”
“N-not necessarily” You sighed. “Baby—move” You urged him, as if he forgot his cock was nestled deep inside of you. He hadn’t.
He gave you a tight thrust. Your lips parted, and he did it again, watching your expression intently. He held you close—you held him close. He buried his face into your neck, pushing you onto your back so he could fuck you deeper. His hips slammed against yours, deep, quick thrusts that you could feel throughout every inch of your body.
“You’re heaven” Jimin gasped, kissing your cheek again, “I don’t think you fucking understand what I feel for you, doctor—I swear I”
“I do, Jimin” You assured him, “I feel it” He began fucking you faster. “And I love you”
He stilled so he could kiss you again. “Say it again” He begged, “Please. Say it, mean it, please”
“I love you” You stared into his starry eyes. His fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your arms above your head as he resumed his ruthless pace. His lips pasting against yours in between your confession, “I love you Jimin—I do—So much”
He burst inside you, but he couldn’t stop. The moment was too charged, too emotionally ripe. He kept himself sheathed inside of you, cum stuffed deep. Hugging you close, he kissed you—a man addicted, and you were his vice.
You fell asleep, at some point.
You heard him whisper against your eyelids—I won’t give up, at some point.
You woke up, at some point.
He was gone.
You—
You arrived at the conference. You hadn’t heard from Jimin since that night—but preparation kept you distracted. This was a huge moment for your career—and you’d worked too hard to fall short now.
Jungkook was by your side, dressed in a light grey suit—the conference badge contrasting the plain white button-down shirt that gripped his chiseled chest. Around you were folks of similar adornment—chatting with their colleagues, setting up posters and grabbing coffee.  
“Good—you made it” Your boss, Jung Hoseok, who you loathed approached the both of you. “Is everything set up for my talk later?”
You exchanged an irritated look with Jungkook, who bit back a smile. “Yes, sir”
Dr. Jung hummed, pleased with your response. “Very well. Go network. This conference has the best of the best. Y/n, I know you were interested in meeting Dr. Kim, would you like me to make an introduction?”
You stiffened. Dr. Kim Namjoon. He was the most brilliant biochemist of your time. He single-handedly piloted the Soulmate initiative with the help of his neuro-engineering team. He developed the compatibility algorithm that you spent your whole life studying. Appreciating.
He was infamous. And it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous too—you had all of his books, memoirs, magazine articles. It was safe to say you knew quite a bit about the man. And soon he’d be right in front of you. In the flesh.
“If you don’t mind” You held back your excitement, but your hand trembled, gripping onto the pamphlet that a volunteer had forced into your hold earlier. Dr. Jung nodded, motioning for you to follow him.
“I’ll come too, if that’s okay” Jungkook quipped. You made a face, but knew you had no right to take this opportunity from him either, as much as you preferred to meet him alone to discuss your dilemma.
Up the elevator, Dr. Jung led the both of you to the top floor of the hotel in which the conference was taking place. From the clear glass, you could see the city sprawled out—serene, snow beginning to melt off of the ground. More folks were out and about. Children playing in the now cleared-up parks. Spring was coming, soon.
You stepped out of the elevator, and were met with a series of guards lining the hallway. It made sense; you mused. Kim Namjoon was a high-ranked State scientist. Which meant he was a prime target for a Resistance kidnapping or attack.
Your lips wavered. A part of you was disappointed at the lack of hope you had that you’d find out you and Jimin were compatible. Your gut knew you weren’t. But you loved him, so it could be. It could be him, right?
Why did you love him, if you weren’t compatible? It was so easy to think of all the reasons—so simple in your mind, but hard to find the words. You trusted him with your life. He was attractive, kind, in a bad situation but had big dreams. Dreams to make change, and you admired that.
As you walked past the guards, Jungkook’s hand brushed against yours. You looked his way and he winked at you excitedly. “You ready?”
He whispered against your neck. Too close—maybe it hadn’t been before, but now it felt too close. Nevertheless, you smiled back at him and nodded.
It occurred to you that Jungkook might be your real soulmate.
“Namjoon!” Dr. Jung opened the double doors to the suite. You took the room in. Hardly a room—there was a whole lab set up in there. Humming with the soft whirr of state-of-the-art machinery, bright white lights everywhere. Translucent monitors display complex molecular structures and neural pathways. Simulations.
The middle of the room had a holographic interface projected a three-dimensional model of a chip. The chip. Tiny filaments extended from the chip, resembling delicate neurons connecting to an unseen network.
Your heart skipped a beat. This was paradise.
There was not a drop of chemicals in this lab. Everything was tech-based, simulation and modeling predicting chemical interactions, hormonal regulation, neural response and bodily action.
“Hey Hobi” You heard a low, smooth voice. Your clenched your fingers into your palm. Taking a deep breath, you turned the corner where Dr. Kim was sitting.
God.
He sat casually on a stool set up by a plain workstation. He was dressed in a black turtleneck, black trousers—his black hair gelled up. You’d neve seen him without a white-coat on, as that’s how he tended to appear in media pictures. Here, in front of you now, he was relaxed. He was just a person. He was a man.
His dimpled smile made your throat tighten. A smile that reached his eyes with such a genuine glimmer. He greeted Dr. Jung with a suave fistbump, exchanging some words with him before chuckling lightly, patting him on the back and swiveling his chair towards you and Jungkook.
His smile widened.
“Hey there” He nodded his head politely. Both you and Jungkook bowed slightly. “So you’re the poor kids who got looped into helping this motherfucker” Your eyes widened at his comment, but Dr. Jung simply rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah—I’ll see you downstairs. Drinks tonight? The usual?” Dr. Jung pointed at him for confirmation as he reached the door. Namjoon nodded.
“Of course Hobi, I’ll see you later” He redirected his full attention to the both of you, shutting the computer in front of him. “Please, take a seat” He motioned behind him and a small robot pushed two stools over to where you were standing.
“I’m Y/n L/n” You extended your hand to him.
“Ah yes, I’ve heard about you. You study my work, huh?” He winked, making your face rush with heat. His eyes passed over to Jungkook. “And you?”
“Jeon Jungkook, honored to be here, sir”
“Good. Good, so tell me about yourselves”
“Actually” You exhaled. “Dr. Kim, if you don’t mind—there’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you”
He raised his eyebrows. Folding his arms over his strong chest in a way that made you aware that this man worked out, he leaned back. “Oh, sure. Let’s hear it then”
You were about to speak when Jungkook interrupted.
“Y/n’s soulmate was a placebo. We’d like to run the compatibility test to find out who her real soulmate is”
Your mouth felt dry. Namjoon’s eyes flashed with interest, gaze remaining steady on you.
“How’d you figure it out?”
You looked at Jungkook.
“I uh, hacked some data” Jungkook confessed, shyly.
Namjoon let out a soft laugh.
“Well alright. As you know, any scientific RCT trial needs a control group. We use these placebos to understand the actual effect of the Soulmate algorithm’s deployment on the outcomes of interest. Procreation, individual health and wellness, etc.”
He was speaking to you. Directly to you, even though Jungkook was right by your side.
“The way the chip works is that you see someone who surpasses your compatibility threshold. There isn’t one soulmate. I suppose there could be, but we have to factor in proximity and chance for encounter. That’s why the microchip will only give the Soulmate signal once you meet someone who has also passed the cognitive-sexual threshold who surpasses your compatibility level. Another threshold, unique to each person and defined by many metrics”
It was nothing you didn’t know. Jungkook on the other hand, was fascinated.
“Wait so, both and Y/n and I were past out cognitive-sexual threshold and we saw each other all the time before she met…her placebo. I didn’t meet her compatibility threshold?”
Namjoon seemed to bit back a giggle. “Well, Jungkook? Is it? Right, it goes both ways. She didn’t meet yours either” His eyes flashed at you. You couldn’t help but notice that they were honey-brown, almost gleaming gold in the light.
Jungkook seemed to recede into himself.
“Is there a way I can check my compatibility with my placebo soulmate?” You asked, tugging at your sleeves.
“Well, I suppose” Namjoon took a second to think, “If you know where they are right now, and get to them without looking too many people in the eye” He chuckled.
Right, you mused.
“Because if you reset my chip, and I see someone else, it’ll register they’re my soulmate before I can even look Jimin in the eye” You mumbled.
“Exactly. We can do that, if you’d like. But no law says you must be romantically involved with your soulmate. Either way, your choice is still your own”
You gulped. You just had to know.
“Please, if it’s alright, can you reset my chip?” The words felt like acid leaving your mouth. Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly.
“Sure thing. Jungkook—this is a medical procedure, technically. We will need some privacy”
“Oh, right” Jungkook scrambled to his feet, rushing out the door rather quickly. Namjoon reached for a tablet set near the window and tapped a few buttons. Some robots arrived, removing the table and stools and setting up a medical bed in it’s place.
“Do you not like your placebo soulmate?” Namjoon asked, while the robots were at work.
“Actually I like him a lot.” You confessed. “But I believe so strongly in the benefits of your algorithm. So I just need to know for sure”
Namjoon squinted at you, but nodded.
“Do most placebos work out?” You blurted, covering your stomach with your crossed arms. “Is there a statistically significant difference between outcomes with truly compatible soulmates and placebo ones?”
A grin tugged at Namjoon’s lips. The robots finished setting up the medical equipment and he motioned for you to lie down.
“What do you think, Y/n?” Namjoon mused as he connected a few wires to the back of your neck. “Do you think placebos would work out the same way? Is believing someone is your true love enough to make you love them?”
You gulped. His fingers brushed against your nape as he plugged in your chip. 
Until it hit you.
“It doesn’t matter” The thoughts came to you as the words left your mouth, “It isn’t even about love. Compatibility. Or health.” Your eyes quivered as you noticed Namjoon’s grin widening.
“I-It’s about your faith in the State” You drawled, “If you believe in the State—in the Soulmate Initiative, then it’ll work. And if you don’t—”
You sat upright suddenly, feeling uneasy. Jimin’s fears echoing in the back of your mind.
“Don’t worry—you did fall in love. You clearly believe, so you have nothing to worry about.” Namjoon admired you for a moment. “You’re very smart, Miss. Y/n. It’s a shame it took us until now to meet”
Namjoon proceeded to tap a few more things on his tablet.
“Now before we do this, you should know. There is a small chance the reset will cause both you and your placebo soulmate to forget that you’ve seen each other. Not to worry, though, I can make sure that you head his way after the procedure to see if you two are compatible”
You gripped the edges of the seat with your trembling fingers.
“But don’t worry, you’ll be unharmed”
Forgetting Jimin—that’s harm. That’s fucking harm. Your mind was screaming warning.
“Wait actually I don’t—”
“Relax,” Namjoon placed a hand gently on your shoulder, pushing you back to your chair. “I’m here. I’ll tell you to go find this fella and look him straight in the eye before anyone else. You can trust me”
Strangely enough, you believed him.
“Okay”
“What’s his name?”
You hesitated. Drawing attention to Jimin’s citizen file wasn’t a smart idea given what you knew about him.
“P-park Jimin”
“Good. Now close your eyes. This might give you a brief migraine”
Jimin—
It had been pathetic. Jimin showed up at the steps of Jin’s home—the home he shared with a few other members of the resistance. It was late—he could hear the debauchery happening inside loud and clear. The familiar stench of tobacco and liquor radiated from the dim light behind the shuttered windows.
He inhaled sharply. He spent the whole day wandering. Trying to drown himself in schoolwork until even that seemed pointless. He needed a distraction. Something to ease the pain. Until he figured out how the hell he would get you back. He needed anything.
He sat down on the splintered porch steps, ignoring the fleet of giggles from what he assumed were sex workers. Staring at his palms, he recalled the sensation of your touch. His fingers curled into his palm, wishing your hand was there but instead grasping at the crisp late winter air.
“Well look here,” Jin’s familiar voice boomed from the entryway. Jimin looked back to see him, a flimsy tank top under his leather jacket which was being pulled off by a beautiful, voluptuous woman. “Ay, fuck off whore—that’s my little brother and oh,” Jin pouted, shoving the woman off of him, “He looks so sad” Jin leaned down to tug Jimin’s cheeks in a way he always used to do when Jimin was younger.
“Why you sad baby boy?” The woman cooed, “If you’d like, I can make it all better”
Jimin rolled his eyes, “No, thank you.” Redirecting his attention to Jin who slid down to sit by his side, a bottle of beer in his hand— “God, doesn’t it ever get a bit old hyung?”
Jin scoffed, “I’ve had about enough of you sitting on your high horse and judging us, Jimin. You are one of us. We’re at war. Well—” He took a sip, “We will be, soon enough, and we need you. Your brother was—”
Jimin hissed. Jin took the hint, luckily.
“Look,” His tone grew serious, “We had one of our mole’s hack into the microchip database. We were right. The kind of data they collect and the way they use it to strategically puppet aspects of our society—it’s robbing free will. Altering memories. Manipulating thought through exposure and environment. And because there’s not specific legislature that oppresses people, they play it off as the way the world works. No. They built these structures, Jimin-ah. We have proof.”
Jimin gazed up at the obscured night sky. Clouds veiled any semblance of starlight, mirroring the shadow over his thoughts.
“She isn’t even really my soulmate” Jimin chuckled bitterly. “It was a fucking placebo”
Jin stared at him for a moment, before his eyes softened with pity. “Fuck Jimin,” He handed him the bottle. Jimin took it, sipping the sour & bitter liquid. “You really like the bitch, huh?”
“Hyung” Jimin snapped. Jin simply chuckled.
“My bad, my bad. The scientist. Whatever the fuck her name is. Listen. If you want to know if your feelings are genuine or not, you need to take out your microchip. It’s the only way you’d know for sure. The fact that there is a placebo cohort for something like this is kinda fucked up. Whatever happened to ethics?” Jin scoffed. Jimin took another swig of the beer.
Should he? Should he take it out? The microchip was the physical embodiment of the state's reach into his very soul.
Jin could sense that Jimin was considering his idea.
“Honestly, it’s about damn time you did Jimin. Things are getting serious around here. We’re going to start taking real action, advocating for our cause. We want you in—we’ve always known you’re a smart kid. Good with words and all that. Hell, you’re not meant for the battlefield Jimin. You’re meant for a throne”
Jimin set the bottle down, again looking up to the skies. “I don’t want a throne. I just want to not be a fucking puppet anymore. For them, or for you guys”
“Then take what’s yours. This is what your brother wanted, Jimin. Be more involved. Take charge. Your girl didn’t give up on you—the state fucking manipulated her to give up on you. They took everything from you—it’s damn time you see that. It’s damn time you fight for what you deserve”
Fight. He was going to fight for you. He had promised you that. Promised himself that.
He reached for the back of his neck.
“Fuck the State” He mumbled, “I want this out. Let’s go”
Jin grinned ear to ear, “Fuck yeah!” He patted Jimin on the ack excitedly. “We’ve got a bot that can do it in the back, come on”
You—
“Y/n?” The soft call echoed in the sterile room. Your eyes, weighed down by the fog of unconsciousness, fluttered open. The harsh fluorescent lights above you forced a squint. A lingering scent of antiseptic filled the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of machines.
Behind you, a subtle tug and disconnect confirmed the unplugging of your chip from the machine. The cool room air kissed your skin, sending a shiver of unease through you.
“Good, your vitals are all normal. You’re doing great,” Namjoon's voice reassured. Turning, you saw his back as he typed notes on his laptop.
It came back to you: where you were. Who you were. Everything seemed to click. Your heart seemed to hurt. You couldn’t understand why.
“Do you remember Park Jimin?” Namjoon asked. You blinked in his direction.
“Who?” Your response was automatic, a clouded memory of someone fading into obscurity. The emptiness inside of you seemed to pulse.
Namjoon continued typing, his focus on the screen. “There’s a man,” he hummed, “I need you to go directly to him and look him in the eye to see if he is your soulmate or not. His file suggests he may be at the University Law Library. Try to minimize eye contact with strangers as you head there.” Namjoon turned back around.
You looked at him.
In those honey eyes. Those sweet, smiling, kind eyes.
A sharp pain in your neck burned.
They say you’ll just know.
­come scream in my asks! thanks for reading you hotties~ lmk what you think <3
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byuljoonie · 4 months
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Cherry Airhead // pjm
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You want a piece?
pairing: Jimin × fem!reader
genre: smut, roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, unedited so beware
word count: 2.3k
warnings: smut, unsafe sẽx, dirty talk, pet names, c0čk worship, spit play, fuckboy!Jimin, pj bottoms…, oral, (he’s big), dom!jimin x sub!reader, rough jimin, eavesdropping Jimin
note: I put a little too much effort into the plot so the smut isn’t exactly how I want it…hope you still enjoy it 🕴🏾reader request coming next
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“Jimin! Someone’s at the door for you!” you yelled unenthusiastically. Waiting for the long haired man to emerge from his room.
“Are you his…girlfriend?” The unknown woman questioned sourly, looking you up and down in disgust.
“No, I’m his roommate. But we fuck sometimes,” you say seriously, letting your ego take over and guide the conversation. If she was going to be rude so were you.
You watched the color drain from her skin, looking like a deer in oncoming headlights.
“Coming!” Jimin bursts from his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripping from his freshly showered hair onto his exposed chest.
“Who’s her-“ he said out of breath, stopping when you moved over to reveal the guest.
“What are you doing here, Hyejin?” He said coldly, standing unimpressed in the living room.
“When did you get a girlfriend, Jimin?” She asked looking between you and Jimin.
“Girlfriend?” He questioned confused. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you burst into a small fit of laughter. Jimin leaning against the couch, trying to stifle a laugh.
“Okay I lied, but I just think you shouldn’t be a bitch to other people in their own home.” You confessed with a shrug, walking past Jimin with a pat on his shoulder.
You entered your room not interested in the argument Jimin was about to have with another one of his obsessed conquests.
After 10 minutes of muffled yelling and the slam of a door, a knock rang through your apartment. Jimin was at your bedroom door.
“Open the door, Sunny.” He said voice rumbling from the other side of the door.
“Oh, now I’m your sunshine. What about her?” You asked playfully, opening the door for him.
“Don’t start. Did she say anything to you?” He asked concernedly, searching your face for answers.
“I’m fine, Park. You should pick nicer fuck buddies though.” You say nonchalantly walking back over to your bed.
Jimin trailed closely behind you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him. You squeaked in surprise, holding onto Jimin’s arm.
“What was that, sunshine?” He questioned deeply. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.” Your heart began to race and you quickly removed your hand from his bicep.
“Nothing.” You murmur looking down at the space between the two of you.
He placed his hand under your chin, gently making you look at him. He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Hmm, well go get the popcorn ready. I’ll get dressed so we can start our movie night.” He said sweetly, flashing you a gummy smile before poking his tongue out at you.
“Did you eat another cherry airhead in the shower? Your tongue is bright red!” You exclaimed slapping his bare chest. He recoiled in pain, a faux pout now on his lips.
“Hey, I blame you for putting a candy bowl in my room,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You want a piece?” He questioned teasingly, walking to leave your room.
“Oh! Let’s wear the Pajamas you bought us yesterday. I think it’d be cute.” Jimin said down the hall, not listening for your rebuttal.
After changing into your plaid Pajama shorts and one of Jimin’s shirts, you walked out to the living room to prepare the movie.
“We’re watching horror movies right, Minie?” You yelled while bending over to check the dvd player.
“What did you say, hon- woah.” Jimin said, stopping in his tracks.
His eyes fell directly on your ass, the bulge in his pants growing slightly.
“What? I said we’re watching horror movies right?” You asked obliviously. Squatting down to grab a handful of dvds from under the TV console.
Jimin clears his throat eyes still unmoving. He walked further into the living room, plopping on the couch behind you.
“I’ll take your silence and heavy breathing as a yes. Anyways the pizza should be here soon.” You said standing up to turn around.
You were met with the sight of your best friend shirtless and slightly sweaty on your shared couch. Your eyes widened at the sight, heat invading your cheeks.
Maybe you did have a small crush on Jimin, but how could you not when he looks like a walking art piece?
“I-I’m hungry,” you stuttered out shyly. Trying not to stare at Jimin’s lap.
“Me too,” Jimin smirked running his eyes over your body unapologetically. Meeting your gaze with hungry eyes.
“I’m gonna get some water. I’ll be right back,” you said trying to scurry away to the kitchen.
Miscalculating your step, you tripped and landed in Jimin’s lap with a huff. Bracing your hands on his shoulders unconsciously.
“Oh my god I’m sorry—“ you cried out trying to stand up quickly. Jimin grabbed your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap.
“Jimin, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. Going to stand up a second time, only to fail against his strong grip.
“Sit down.” He demanded intensely.
You didn’t move another inch, looking anywhere but his eyes.
“You know, you look very cute in these shorts.” He said moving a hand to play with the hem of your pants.
“I’ll go get you some water, Sunny.” He placed his hands on your waist and gently moved you to the next cushion.
“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, eyes darting from the floor to the print in Jimin’s pants. He noticed immediately, smiling as he brought you a glass of water.
“So what movie are we watching?” He asked casually, sitting on the cushion closest to you. You told him about the movie, stumbling over some parts as your mind was elsewhere.
Shortly after the movie started, you guys ate dinner and trash talked your way through the cliché horror tropes.
The next movie was frightening, sending you flying into Jimin’s lap after the 4th jump scare in a row. He happily held onto your hips, glancing down at you every so often.
You felt something hard against your ass, and shifted uncomfortably in response.
“Hey, stop moving Y/N.” Jimin grunted trying to hold you still.
“I feel something hard, it’s uncomfortable Jimin.” You complained, frustrated and grinding down harder.
The next noise you heard made you freeze. A growl? Did he just growl?
“If you would stop moving so much I wouldn’t be hard, Sunshine.” He stated dryly, “well seeing you in those shorts is also the reason.”
“JIMIN-“ you yelped embarrassed. Hiding your face in his chest immediately. He placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.
“You think I don’t know, Y/N. Hmm?” He crooned, looking down into your eyes, his infamous smirk still glued on his lips. The movie suddenly forgotten.
“I’ve seen where your attention has been tonight,” he said cockily. “You don’t think I’ve noticed your eyes on my lap practically the entire movie?”
“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, baby.” He smiled sinisterly, making your mouth water in fright. The nickname igniting something fiery inside you.
“I hear all those pretty noises you make almost every night. Just begging for me to come ruin you.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Park.” You lied defensively, swatting Jimin’s hand away from your face. The memories of your perverted activities flashing through your mind.
“I’m not one of your toys, Jimin. I won’t fall at your feet.” You stated stubbornly, still sitting in his lap.
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I’ll make you scream louder than any toy could.” He said grabbing your face roughly. Smiling at the whimper that barely escaped your throat.
“You’re special, darling. Someone made just for me,” he said trailing soft kisses down your jaw to your neck.
“I’ve been longing to taste you, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell the truth.”
Your breathing had become erratic, Jimin’s feather light lips sending your mind into a frenzy. How could you give in so easily?
You melted into his touch, moaning when he left a particularly prominent love bite on your collarbone.
“Mine” he said, kissing his way up your neck, to your cheek, until he finally met your lips.
Your lips molded perfectly together, Jimin grabbed your waist pulling you closer in his lap. You both pulled apart to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat coating your foreheads.
“See? I’ve barely done anything Sunny, but I can feel your crying pussy through your shorts.” He groaned, reaching down to grab the hem of your pants.
“I want you to use your words now, pretty girl,” he said running his hands beneath your shorts. He stopped just before he reached your pussy.
“If you want me here,” he tapped two fingers over your clothed clit. “You’ll have to get on your knees and beg,” he deadpanned, kissing the tip of your nose.
You nodded in response, pealing yourself away from him. You climbed to the floor, getting on your knees in front of him.
“Please Jimin,” you began softly, doe eyes trained on his.
“You can do better than that, Sunshine.” He interjected, palming himself through his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight, mouth watering for him.
“Been needing your dick for so long,” you continued nervously. “Want the real thing,” you beg pathetically, crawling forward and placing your hands on his thighs.
He pulled his pants down his legs, trailing his underwear right behind them. You watched his cock spring free, the mushroom tip leaving a sticky trial of pre-cum on his happy trail.
“You want my dick, Sunny? Hmm?” He cooed mockingly, watching you shift cutely in front of him.
He grabbed your face roughly with one hand, craning your neck to look at him. “Open,” he demanded calmly.
He squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open. Spitting into it as if he owned you. “Now swallow.”
He smiled happily at you, enjoying the control he had over your actions. “You can taste it, baby.” He said releasing your face with a quick kiss to your nose.
You pushed up on your knees, reaching forward to finally come in contact with his member. Your hand was too small to fit the whole thing.
You wrapped both hands around it, letting out a shaky breath before taking him into your mouth.
“It’s s-so big,” you mewled, hands sticky and furiously moving up and down his shaft. He groaned at your words, loving the attention.
“Tastes so good,” you said before engulfing him again. The sound of him fucking your throat filling the living room.
“Shit—you’re so good at sucking my dick Y/N.” Jimin said moaning at the sight of your bobbing head. “Don’t wanna cum yet, hold on Sunny,” he grunted. You removed your head in frustration, missing the taste of him on your tongue.
He reached down to pull you back into his lap, planting a kiss on your lips. “Good job, princess.”
“Strip for me, Y/N.” Jimin demanded tugging on the waistband of your shorts.
You shakily stood up from his lap, quickly removing the plaid shorts for him. Gripping your forearm nervously as Jimin inspected every inch of your exposed skin.
“You look delicious, Sunny.” He said lazily stroking his cock, eyes still focused on your body.
He motioned for you to lay on the couch, sitting back to give you more room. You did as you were told, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he towered over you.
“I’m gonna fuck you in these, so precious.” He whispered hotly in your ear, toying with your panties. Sliding then to the side, he began rubbing small circles across your clit.
Hushing you after a string of moans escaped your lips. “This my shirt?” He questioned, running his other hand under the soft fabric. His hand gliding across your skin effortlessly, like he already knew the map of your soul.
You nodded, feeling his hair brush against your cheek at the motion. He hummed in delight, grabbing your breast and squeezing.
You felt the tip of his cock graze against your clit, making you to shudder under him. He started to grind against you, sending waves of shock running through your body.
“Mmfp—can’t take it anymore, need you” Jimin flexed his hips forward, groaning as your pussy engulfed him.
You whimpered at the stretch, tears clouding your vision at the feeling. You wrapped your arms around his neck loving the way he grunts in your ear.
“So soft and hot, Sunny. Could fuck you all day.” He said pulling out slightly. Rocking forward before he could miss the contact of your skin.
“Please fill me up, Jimin.” You begged into his neck, “don’t wanna be empty.”
He chuckled at your words, his smile quickly being replaced with an “O,” expression. You clenched around him again, relishing in the whimper he released.
He swallowed another whimper, rhythmically slapping his hips against yours. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down for your reaction.
A symphony of moans rang through your living room. The obscene squelching and slapping sounds drawing you closer to your orgasm. You felt your stomach bulge with every thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist.
“Gonna paint your pretty tummy with my cum, baby.” He placed a hand over your head to brace himself. Slamming back into you aggressively.
You screamed in pleasure, clawing at his back in desperation. You felt your orgasm wash over you. Jimin not easing his movements.
“Fuck—so good for me,” he grunted. “Love watching your pretty face, Y/N.”
You blushed in response, mind and body still reeling from Jimin’s touch. You felt his thrusts become sloppy, a guttural growl coming from his lips as he slipped from inside of you.
He eagerly squeezed his cock, stroking it rapidly as he watched your ruined body underneath him. His eyes closed momentarily, his hips stuttering as he came on your stomach.
Your chests heaved with heavy breathing, Jimin grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean you up.
“Round 2 in the shower?”
The end.
(Sorry it was short, just supposed to be a quick smut.) (There will be a pt.2)
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linos-luna · 6 months
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Just a little Pain ❣️
Jimin x Reader
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, Pain Kink, slapping, hair pulling, biting, roleplay, dick slapping, handjob, gropping, overstimulation, some biting
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Your boyfriend was unpredictable. And discovering his odd kinks was interesting to say the least. Recently you found out he likes pain. Masochism? Is that what it’s called? He wants you to hurt him. To slap him. To pull his hair, to spank him. He loves it.
He had been teasing you all day. It drove you nuts. Yes he was needy but, for you, it was embarrassing.
Sitting at a restaurant for lunch with his friends would’ve gone fine if he wasn’t constantly teasing your thighs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He wants you to get mad at him. He loves when you’re angry.
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“Jimin, what was that about?!” You asked quite annoyed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, jagiya.” He replied with a smile while locking the front door. “What did I do?”
You know what he wanted. So you sighed and went to the bedroom to change.
Perfect. He thought.
Jimin followed behind you and as you pulled off your shirt, he hugged you from behind.
“What are you doing?!” You said, obviously startled.
“What are you talking about baby?” He laughed while pulling on your bra strap and letting it snap back on your skin. “I’m just hugging my girlfriend.”
You winced as he pulled the strap and let it retract again. He’s really testing your patience.
Once he grabbed you over the crochet of your pants, you realized the game he wants to play; it’s one of his favorite scenes.
“What are you doing, baby? Did I say you could do that?” You said while gripping onto his wrist as he unzipped your jeans.
“I’m just touching my girlfriend.” He smirked while slipping his hand in you pants, only for you to squeeze his wrist.
“Don’t be a pervert…”
But he ignored that, opting to use his other hand before you pushed him off.
“Pervert!”
“And?!” He taunted while getting close to your face.
You delivered a hash slap to his cheek. Pausing for a moment to gage his reaction. Sure he likes this stuff you felt like that was a pretty hard hit.
But he reacted just as expected. Smiling deviously at the accelerating action. He loved it.
“Again… do it again, bitch…” he said while panting.
“What a little pain slut…” you said with a chuckle while grabbing him by the chin and pushing him back to sit on the bed.
“And?”
“You want more?” You scoffed while pulling him by the hair. “You’ve been nothing but a dirty pervert today.”
“And what are you gonna do about it?”
“Well perverts get punished, of course.” You shook you head and slapped him again before pushing him on his back.
You let your legs free from the jeans and got on top of him, sitting right at his waist. You leaned in and started kissing him. Jimin kissed right back and moaned as you lightly tugged his hair so that you could dominate with your tongue.
He gripped on tight to your ass, his nails practically digging in from over the fabric of your underwear, hoping to get a reaction.
“Let go of me Jimin.” You grunted as you slowly grinded your hips into his clothed cock.
“Make me~”
With one hand you pulled his hair back and the other you positioned it around his throat, lightly squeezing.”
“Come again?”
“Make me.” He gasped with a devilish smile.
You let go of him, moving down to lower his boxers. Without warning, you took hold of his cock and he practically cried out.
“Aw what is it, baby?” You teased. “Can’t handle a little touch?”
“Agh… fuck…” he moaned softly while throwing his head back, his hands clawed at the sheets and and he moved his waist, only for you to lightly tap his cock when it hardened.
A high pitched moan echoed in the room as you did that and Jimin had his eyes closed while biting his lip.
“Fuck… doitagain-… hurt me-…” he panted while babbling slurred sentences. “Hurme… fuh-fuckin bitch-…”
“Oh like this?” You gripped on tight to his hard cock and started jerking him off, at a fairly fast pace.
He whined at the feeling , eyes rolled back as he let out unfiltered noises.
You knew he was close to coming and immediately let go. He cried out in annoyance while you quickly lowered your panties. He was about to complain before you suddenly sank onto his throbbing cock, making him cum almost instantly.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck y/n—!” He gasped before you pulled him up and pulled his hair so that you can suck hickeys on his neck.
It was all so overwhelming for him as he was still inside you and you keep pulling his hair for access to his neck.
Every time you’d move, even a little, he’d let out a whimper and tried holding onto you.
“Are you done, baby?” You whispered against his neck. “Are you done being a perv…?”
When he didn’t answer right away, you nipped at his neck, practically stunning him.
“Yes!”
“Hm?”
“yes!” he pleaded.
Your boyfriend held on tight to your hips and started grinded you against him. You let out breathy moans as your eyes rolled back. Jimin couldn’t help laughing while watching you lose yourself. Your mind was foggy and all you could focus on was getting that high. Although your boyfriend was already moving you, he loved as it seemed your hips had a mind of their own.
You threw your head back when coming and slumped forward as your energy was gone.
“Looks like im not the only pervert here, jagiya~” he smirked while stroking your hair. He was satisfied. He got exactly what he wanted. He always knows how to get what he wants…
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aseaofyoongi · 1 year
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confessions of not so estranged hearts | pjm
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park jimin x reader (f)
genre: angst; smut; crush culture
rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)
summary: you and jimin used to talk your senior year of highschool but after a lengthy falling out the two of you finally get a chance to reignite what was there.
warnings: pretty vanilla; reader is kind of shy; mentions of emotional constipation and miscommunication; set in the spring because warm weather makes me happy; tae is the readers step bro (this is not pseudo incėst); jk/jm are also brothers; teasing; penetrative sex; fingering/clitorial stimulation; praise; nipple play; foul language.
word count: 8,9 thousand words
posted: March 18, 2023
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Vibrant fields of lilac were stretched out in front of you. The little knowledge that you had retained about plants geared you to believe you were prancing around lavender beds. All of them were so narrow and ran numerous miles, seemingly endless. It almost seemed to meet the cool tones of the evening blue skies somewhere at the end of its path deep into the horizon. But you could not tell if it really did.
Instead, you stood snapping mental photographs of the beauty around you. It was a sight you wanted to store in your memories forever. To keep under lock and key in a tiny wooden box within the walls of your heart.
You grew a bit startled when a stranger’s slender fingers became intertwined with yours.
You thought you were alone. . Steadily, you turned around reading up the person standing behind you. They wore khakis; a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and were outlined by a luminescent sparkle outshining the burning star above.
Jimin? You questioned, thoughts becoming a scribbled nonsense and quite frankly you were unsure how the two of you ended up here. But you did not care nor did you question it.
You just rode the wave of tingles migrating through your body. The way his lips were sculpted into a tender smile; his cheeks adorned by dimples so deep the ocean would be put to shame. And his palm felt so warm against yours. God knows you have wondered how that would feel from the moment you first laid eyes on him.
“Jimin.” he didn’t speak; just nodded, “how are we here? Where are we?”
“Your thoughts brought me here.”
“My thoughts?” you scratched the back of your head, “it’s that simple?”
“It’s that simple,” his voice began to fade and his touch became phantom.
You were being shaken out of your scenic haven, and while you tried to focus on Jimin the chants of your name became too great to ignore. Opening your eyes felt blinding but after rubbing the sleep off of them you realized it had only been a dream.
Figures. Only in the fabrications of your dreams would you ever grow the tits to speak to someone like him again. . breathing in the same vicinity as Jimin was an overstep, looking in his direction was ambitious, another chance at speaking to him was impossible and you were fully aware of that but how do you tell your heart to move on when he possesses everything your dreams are made of.
“Jimin again?” Your step-brother, Taehyung asked.
“Jimin?” you must have been uttering his name in your sleep again—like an idiot, “as in the guy who manages the flower stand?”
He hummed.
“No, not that Jimin.”
“So within the last twenty four hours you developed a stupid crush on another Jimin?”
“Yes. .” that could be believable, right?
“He’s the only Jimin you and I know,” he furrowed his eyebrows.
“He’s the only Jimin you know,” you tried averting as much as a stutter in your words, wanting to sound as convincing as possible, “I know many other Jimins’”
“Do I need to remind you, your best friend is a stuffed animal?” The most annoying thing about Tae was having him as a brother, living with him twenty-four seven; not being able to shield any details about your personal life from him.
“Actually, Yeontan is my best friend as well. How about you just keep your eyes on the fucking road.”
“You just proved my point but whatever,” he mumbled but you ignored him allowing his words to be carried away in the mild wind. Instead you became focused on the perfect attributes of that afternoon. The way the viridescent leaves emitted their melody as they swayed on the branches they would be calling home for the duration of spring and summer.
You raised your legs up on the dashboard after rolling down the window immersed by the sounds of nature, everything so perfectly in tune much like a lullaby nearly sending you off into a deep slumber once more.
Perhaps, that’s what your heart truly called for, urging for even the remaining ten minutes of the ride to fabricate dreams of him like you just had. Snippets of his features flashed in your mind with recollections of his tawny skin sparkling under the sunlight; cherry lips which he usually glossed accentuating their plumpness; and russet eyes he usually hid behind his eyelids when he smiled and laughed.
Jimin was the definition of perfection through and through.
But despite your shy glances and sneaky pleads for him to see you one more time, he never did. Even during the market festival season where he began helping his mom’s stand in front of yours two years ago you were invisible to him yet he was all you ever laid eyes on.
“We’re here loser,” he knocked your legs off the dashboard scrubbing the sleeve of his hoodie on the scuffs that were already there, “Look at all this. I’m gonna make you clean my whole fucking car.”
“Your truck has been shit way before I even set foot in it.”
“The fuck you say about Darla?”
“Darla, is literally the only woman in your life,” you pointed at his truck, “and she's a chunk of metal on wheels. Complete shit.”
He gasped audibly, slamming the car door before following behind you in a trot, “if Darla’s such a piece of shit you can use your little chicken legs to walk home.”
“I was going to do so anyway.”
“Good because I wasn’t providing you with a choice to begin with.”
You rolled your eyes, “fuck you, Taehyung.”
Taehyung and his father steered into the avenue of your life ten years ago on your twelfth birthday. Your mother threw a big party with promises of a grand surprise. Like any other adolescent girl you had hopes of a pleasant gift like a new phone; clothes; or maybe even a puppy. . But no. You couldn’t have been any more wrong. In the blink of an eye you were condemned with a brother you never asked for and a father figure you didn’t need. As she introduced them to you the vibrant walls residing in your mind, the same ones you had grown so accustomed to began closing in—trapping you in the narrowed space. Your whole world had been crushed entirely, metaphorically and literally as you were completely blind sided by betrayal and fueled by rage. For an entire year you gave your mother the cold shoulder, resenting her for not deeming you the sole purpose of her life. For needing to find happiness elsewhere and for not thinking you were enough. Even thinking about it now you realize how selfish it was. How you were tainting their experiences at the expense of your ridiculous outbursts. Thankfully, things were different now and the two of them have settled in your heart forever. Even though you and Taehyung would probably be buried six feet under still bickering in the afterlife.
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Saturday mornings were finally alive again, bustling with social bodies strolling through the sidewalk between the red brick wall and the canal, stopping by all of the kiosks and stands featured in the annual market festival. Overhead there were string lights hung between the trees and the canal railing simulating the twinkling stars glimmering even during the brightest bits of the day.
Jung-hee, your step-father and your mother set-up the white tent enclosed with rectangular tables on three sides, all of them covered in white tablecloths and an abundance of upcycled and environmentally friendly jewelry. Of course, it only made so much sense to sell them here at the very place refusing to turn their lights off during the day.
“Did I hear the two of you arguing just now?” your mother shot the two of you a stern stare, her hand remained on her hip.
“Arguing?” you let out a derisive laugh.
“I may be old but my hearing still works.”
“No offense mama, but you might wanna clean your ears out cause there was absolutely no arguing here,” technically speaking you could tell the truth but she always made it her mission to punish the two of you if she caught you bickering in any way. And the last thing you felt like doing was cleaning up the stand after the market festival was over, “right, Tae?”
“Right,” he confirmed, “I’m as passive as the waves,” he flailed his arms mimicking the motion of the ocean, “I don’t even know what arguing is.”
“Not too much, Tae.” you smacked his arms down forcing them down to rest at his side.
“You know what? I don’t have time for this,” she brushed off the two of you and walked off in the direction of the parking lot, likely fetching something they’d previously forgotten.
“The two of you are gonna give your mother an aneurysm,” Jung-hee laughed while taking a seat on the stool by the register, “We all heard your bickering all the way here.”
What did he mean by all of us? You turned around reading the statue in Jimin figure as he leaned along the black railing, his attention entirely diverted to the phone sitting in his palm. As disappointing as it may be this was the extent of your interactions with Jimin, or the lack thereof rather. He was always right there. Right in front of you giving a new meaning to the word breathtaking and you were always willing to devote your undivided attention to him.
“Jimin, you are so fine. Please have my babies,” His voice was laced with mock and you just knew this was his attempt at working your remaining nerve. Surprise surprise, it worked.
“Jun sophomore year of college is going great thanks for asking,” you beamed, “Tae, how are you adapting to your classes?”
Deep; deeeep; deeeeeeeep down you knew it was kind of fucked to put Tae on the spot when you knew crystal clear he had been neglecting his classes for dance club but honestly you couldn’t say you were entirely sorry.
“Fuck you.” Taehyung mouthed quietly in your direction and your automatic response was to stick your tongue out at him.
“Right. Taehyung, how are classes going?”
“Well, they—they’re fine. .” Taehyung mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
“Why do you not sound convinced?” Jun crossed his arms at his chest. He furrowed his eyebrows in a tight knit and squinted his eyes.
“It’s as convincing as it's gonna get,” he shrugged.
Jun swiped his hands down his features resting them right under his chin. “Taehyung, you need to get your shit together or I will tell your mother. Besides college is expensive and if you’re gonna dick around just save me the money and drop out already,” As a father figure Jun wasn’t much of a scoulder. . But the disappointment in his words was as sharp as a bee’s stylet and his tone felt like the acidic painful venom the insect punctured through the skin.
“When it gets to that point, I’ll phone the neighborhood snitch to let you know.”
In case it wasn’t evident; you were the ‘neighborhood snitch’. When the two of you were smaller you had a habit of babbling redundant shit you swore to the grave. As it seems you weren’t much different as an adult either. It’s what resulted in you scoring the nickname indefinitely.
“Don’t blame me. I simply asked a question.”
“No,” Taehyung slouched back on the chair and pulled his phone out of his pocket, “you asked the wrong fucking question. You always do.”
“You could have just answered differently.”
“You know I crack under his disappointed tone,” Taehyung whined.
“In that case, it is not my fault you’re a weak little bitch.” Actually, it kind of—No, it definitely was.
“You better sleep with one eye open.”
If this was anyone else you would have been trembling with fear but empty threats were Taehyung’s forte. In the third grade you accidently broke his Spider-Man lunch box and after threatening to chop off one of your ponytails yet all had been forgiven by the time school was dismissed and the two of you skipped home happily, hand in hand. Fast forward to middle school the two of you got in trouble after you tripped and broke a vase in your parents room after wanting to sneak an early peek at your Christmas gifts. Again, he threatened to never speak to you again but a few hours the two of you were sipping hot cocoa while binging a holiday movie marathon.
Just baseless threats. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Can you two be quiet before your mom comes back?” Jun shook his head, “I should’ve gotten a vasectomy.”
“That only affects me, you ass,” Taehyung exclaimed.
“I would’ve given her up for adoption. Happy now?”
“Very.”
Jun pulled the cellphone from his back pocket reading his lit up screen, “your mother needs help, I’ll be right back. Behave please.”
“You got this right?” Taehyung scrambled up from his chair nearly sprinting away from the tent, not even sparing you a brief second to protest at his lack of assistance, “I need to, uh, go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Although, there was a steep vibrancy of livelihood that trotted through the festival you couldn’t help but be underwhelmed by the lack of tints missing within the blurred lines tracing the eyes, nose and lips of those around you. You convinced yourself that in the darkest of night, a thief had broken into the neighborhood homes with a mission to drain everyone of their glow—the spark that shone brightly, exuding your desire to live.
Everyone was missing it but Jimin wasn’t.
His luminance was everlasting and while all of those around him in the canal were bland; boring; in black and white. . His honeyed skin radiated a blinding radiance. One that snagged your attention and refused to let it go. His eyes were as dark and as bottomless as the deepest depths of the sea. And while you dove in them long ago. You remained floating on the surface hoping one day he would finally notice. The curves of his plump lips were filled in with a shade of rubicund, while a layer of gloss accentuated them. He was blanketed in the synonyms of impeccability.
Anatomy states there are over six hundred muscles in the human body. One hundred of those would be geared to speak to him. To approach him two hundred muscles would be required per step. While you were dazed in love-filled daydreams, your ideal boy began walking up to the jewelry stand. You attempted to use the seventeen muscles needed to smile in his direction but instead you froze in place.
“Hey,” his voice was flourishing like the emerging flower petals in the dawn of spring, “do you have any bead necklaces?”
Copious assumptions ran through your mind. Who did he want? No, who did he need a necklace for? Was he taken? Maybe someone who he deemed a potential interest.
If only he could hear the palpitations of your beating heart. Only if he knew how much you still liked him.
“Necklaces?” you muttered in a stupefied tone.
“Bead necklaces,” he repeated.
“Right. .” In the back of your mind you continuously kicked the incompetence away or at least tried to. Working against your glacialized muscles you pulled out two white trays from behind the table and laid them out in front of you. One was composed of gold and silver pieces while the other were some your mother made with more vibrant colors, “we have these available right now.”
“Which ones do you like?” he hummed, kneeling down in front of the table.
“As the sales attendant of this tent,” you shrugged, “I think I’m forced to say I like all of them.”
He emitted a chuckle so airy and light it felt like a crisp breeze sweeping by even on that scorching spring day, the sweat beads streaming down your temples were congealed, “I suppose that's how things are wired, huh?”
“That is what I’m here for,” you smiled slightly. There was a pinch in your heart as you formed your next words, “I might be able to form better assistance if I knew who this could be for.”
“My youngest brother,” he huffed, “his birthday’s in a couple of days.”
“Jungkook?” you asked.
“Yes. . You know him?”
“Only in passing,” you shrugged, “he’s best friends with my step brother, Taehyung.”
He snickered, “Oh. .Taehyung.”
“That is the only accurate response to the whirlwind individual that is Taehyung,” you shook your head, chuckling in the process.
“Funny, cause I would describe Jungkook the exact same way,” he brushes his dark locs away from his moistened forehead.
“They are soulmates after all.”
“What about you?” he began.
“What about me?”
“Is there anyone who holds such a title in your life?” his eyes turned to gold under the beams of the radiant sun. Spell written with poems about the beauty of the summer season featuring sonnets of love and fondness.
“Like a best friend?”
“I suppose,” there was a stammer in his words, “more like a soulmate bond at all.”
“Uh, I suppose not,” truly narrowing it down the stem of the current relationships in your life came root to sole acquaintances. Friends of friends or friendships you made in passing.
“Well we’re still young right?” Jimin reassured, “we have a lifetime of relationships to build.”
Less than an eternity, all you wanted was a single minute to peel back everything you felt for Park Jimin. Like a love struck idiot unable to form coherent sentences you nodded with your tongue caught in the back of your throat.
You didn’t desire a lifetime, you wanted to shout. All you needed was him.
“For Jungkook,” you cleared your throat, “I noticed he’s quite fond of the color black. Perhaps, something like this might suit him best.” You picked out a black spinel necklace composed of black beads with a silver chain in between each one.
“You have a keen sense for good taste,” the pads of his fingertips fluttered over the piece. His sensible touch traced over your fingers sending a chill racing through all ten of your fingers.
“It's the reason I was appointed employee of the month,” surely the wide grin sitting on your face was unsettling so you tried to tone it down as best you could, “should I pack this up for you?”
“Please,” he followed you over to the register, “thank you so much for all of your help.”
Grabbing the black square jewelry box you placed the necklace in it, before placing it in the small gift bag and handing it off to Jimin after he paid for it.
In your mind, the extent of your interaction was cherished but you couldn’t help the way your head raced through hundreds of scenarios to call him back. To scramble and make something up just to be able to see him again. It was a fervent feeling like a fire being fed more lighter fluid, unable to be extinguished.
But his back was all your eyes could meet and his strides were aimed towards his family’s rose stand on the other side of the sidewalk.
Everything played in slow motion, perhaps that is why you missed how sweet your name tasted being pushed past his lips. Lingers of daydreams trailed behind as you failed to separate fiction from reality.
To be fair, what had taken place for the past fifteen minutes seemed to be fabricated from the sweetest of dreams to visit you in the late hours of the night—then, you heard your name once again.
“Yes?” you finally snapped out of it.
“Will I see you at Jungkook’s birthday party?”
“I don’t know,” you weren’t really sure why you said that when in reality you wanted to go and spend more time with him.
“Come on,” he fidgeted with the silk string on the gift bag, “I promise I’ll keep you company.”
“Yeah, yeah. .” you nodded, “I’ll go.”
“Tomorrow at 6:30 at the beach spot behind our house,” he offered.
“See you there.”
When the market festival ended that day you were drained, entirely washed out by the lack of assistance provided from your family in managing the jewelry stand. Taehyung never showed up again from his trip to the bathroom and Jun and your mother left to look after the store a few blocks away.
The night has emerged and all you wanted was to sink into the comfort of your mattress.
“Are you gonna wait for me to get all of this down?” Jun continued storing away the few pieces you weren’t able to sell.
“Our apartment is just two blocks away. I’m too tired to wait, I’ll just walk it,” the slanting rays of the setting sun painted a warm orange tinge to the sky. It wasn’t too dark for an evening stroll and besides many stans were open and the sidewalks were still being occupied by dozens of people.
“Are you sure?”
“Are you taking the tent down too?”
“Are you and Taehyung still going to Jungkook’s birthday party?”
The thought of missing it couldn’t even cross your mind, “Yes.”
“Then, yes,” he pointed at the phone sitting beside him, “just please text me when you get home so I know you made it there safely.”
“I always do,” you kissed his forehead, “good night Jun.”
“Good night sweetie.”
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Walking was its own form of therapy and while you had just worked on your feet all day, there was something about the way the cool wind swept against your body. Seeming as if just a few hours prior it hadn’t been the hottest day the spring season has had to offer thus far.
“As employees of the month I would have guessed your work hours would extend past 6pm,” Jimin pulled up next to you on his bright mint green bicycle.
“I was deserving of it when my lazy baby brother decided to ditch me hours ago,” you slowed down your power walk allowing him to also ride swiftly.
“You know, Jungkook did the same exact thing at the flower stand,” he hummed as if to raise suspicion. . rightfully so.
“Tae and Kookie are two peas in a pod,” you sighed, “God, knows what kind of trouble they’re stirring up.”
“I can only hope to be as far away as possible from the eruption whenever that trouble may explode.”
“Seriously.”
If a color palette could be assigned to each person in the world, Jimin would be composed of pastels. More specifically he would be portrayed in the delicate hues of yellow vivifying calmness, peacefulness, happiness.
“No cars out in the town today?” He pedaled slowly, still following your pace.
“You’re the one with the fancy cars here.”
He scoffed, shaking his head, “they’re barely fancy.”
“You’re such a liar,” you giggled, “but to answer your question I keep my car in the garage a lot of the time. Everything is at a walking distance and besides Taehyung is the one to drive us back from on the weekends.”
“Sounds like the makings of a passenger princess to me.”
“I wear the title proudly,” you smiled.
“In that case, hop on.” Jimin came to a halt in front of you.
“Like on the pegs?”
“You can always hop on the handlebars if you prefer that. .” he offered, patting the metal bar in front of him.
“I’ll take the pegs,” after securing your backpack to prevent it from falling, you placed both of your hands on his shoulders before climbing onto the wheel attachments, “where are we heading?”
“How do you feel about milkshakes?”
“Love them.”
“Then, we’re headed for milkshakes.”
On the back of Jimin’s bike you felt like the world glimmered in stardust, guzzled with the purest beauty you had ever witnessed. There was something about the golden tones of the sunset painted over the land while the wind continued brushing so tenderly against your face. And in that moment, you realized just how divine life truly was.
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“I was not aware you had such an affinity for chocolate,” Jimin chuckled lightly, eyeing the chocolate milkshake and nutella waffles laid out in front of you.
“I guess I have a bit of a sweet tooth.”
“A bit,” he laughed, “is putting it lightly.”
“Would it be categorized as an obsession in that case?”
“An obsession is the right label,” he took a bite from a single french fry.
Nightfall had finally fallen amongst the small town and while the sky was basking in utter blackness and twinkling of stars, you sat across from Jimin enamored by his mere presence.
The two of you decided on a booth by a large window—overlooking the lively atmosphere of the night life taking its course on college hill.
“Can I ask you something?” you played around with the straw sitting in your milkshake to ease the nervousness.
“Of course,” he sat up, russet eyes sternly casted on you, contributing further to your ecstatic nerves.
You cleared your throat, an attempt at trying to rid yourself of the lump residing in your throat, “Why did we ever stop talking?”
“I guess back then, I got in my own head,” he moved around in his seat continuously. Perhaps, scavenging for the right words, “after we began speaking on Hinge we never talked in school. Didn’t even spare each other a glance. After some time our conversations on the app also became scarce so I assumed you had found someone else.”
You shook your head quickly. Astounded that your lack of words had once pushed Jimin away, “There was never anyone else.”
“There was never anyone for me either,” his smile was tender, illuminating your night like the beams of moonlight, “but we were so much younger then. . and communication was not our strongest suit I suppose.”
“That’s definitely true.”
“The good thing about maturing is learning to communicate and I think we’ve both grown to overcome our limitations,” he offered, “and besides there’s always a chance for a fresh start.”
“Second chances are esteemed to vitality,” you chuckled, “and I think we owe each other at least one.”
“Yeah, I would say we’re due for one,” his lips stretched out into a wide grin, “although, can I apologize for the assumptions I made back then?”
The diner was still buzzing with conversations birthed from patrons who were still out enjoying the hours of the evening much like you and Jimin. With dimmed lights and the red leather covering the seats the set up was slightly romantic and you weren’t sure if he had brought you here on purpose (realistically this was the only milkshake spot near campus but you feed into your own delusions).
“In that case I’d have to apologize as well.”
“You know,” he fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, rotating the silver band against his honeyed skin, “I only walked up to your mothers tent for one reason.”
“What was the reason?”
“I wanted to be sure you still remembered me.”
“I could never forget you, Jimin.”
As time slowed you’d still felt it insufficient for the amount of hours you actually wanted to spend with Jimin. Talking each other’s ears off about anything that could be a topic of conversation. You just wanted to be embraced by his blanket of comforting words—the lusciousness of his voice. That is all you desired.
The real highlight of the night came when the two of you walked side by side under the starry night, though, his bike remained wedged between the two of you; while you were engaged in conversations, your hands met on the metal bars of his bicycle’ handle bars when you offered to help him push it.
Shocks of electrical currents waved through you as your palms met his hand. A feeling so addictive you wanted nothing more than to be consumed by it.
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“Hey.” Taehyung leaned against the frame of your doorway, “how did your night end up?”
“Well even after you stranded me at the jewelry stand for the day, I still managed to salvage my night,” you threw one of plush cushions at him—clearly intending no damage but he caught it anyway.
Just like the numerous birds migrate during the autumn season; just as they did as soon as the leaves turned auburn, amber and mahony and you and Taehyung were eighteen year old high school graduates, the two of you left home for the city. Away from the soundtrack composed of the waves crashing against the golden shores; away from the ranch style homes and the peacefulness of the suburb style community. Realistically, an apartment downtown was more convenient for commuting college students than having to drive thirty minutes back and forth every single day.
“I’m sorry,” he laid down next to you on the bed, though his legs were still hanging off for the most part, “but that was my payback for what you pulled earlier. I still have dad blowing up my phone about my grades.”
“I’m sorry about that,” you began working random braids into his messy strands.
“Apology accepted,” he cleared his throat, “but on a more interesting note, Jungkook and I saw you and Jimin riding on his bike earlier tonight.”
“Oh yeah,” you tried to mask the excitement in your tone—keeping a steady monotone, “he came to talk to me while I worked the stand, then invited me out for milkshakes and to Jungkook’s birthday party.”
“Do I smell a crush to lovers trope finally taking its course here?” he sat up a bit still resting back on his elbows.
Your palms grew sweaty at the thought of seeing Jimin again at the end of the week, “I hope so. . I never thought he and I would speak again but here we are.”
“You know he’s never stopped talking about you once,” his boxy smile was synonymous to the warm embrace you wanted to cry out for at that very moment, “Jungkook told me.”
“Really?”
“Yes. That boy is always talking about you,” He got rid of his sweatshirt and laid back down on your bed, invading nearly all of your pillows. So laid back. As if he hadn’t just revealed that Jimin still likes you, “what are we watching tonight?”
You felt your body levitating right off the mattress but somehow your hand still managed to pass him the TV remote, “you pick something tonight.” Reaffirmations of Jimin’s unspoken sentiments tickled your stomach and stole your attention from whichever horror movie Taehyung decided on. Instead you were shaken with anticipation to see Jimin again, it’s all you could think about.
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For the first time since moving into the city the drive back home felt different. Your timorous state attributed to your moistened palms, the incessant bouncing of your leg and the fact that you couldn’t maintain a single stature in the passenger seat.
“Hey,” Taehyung placed his hand on your shoulder while maintaining eye contact on the road, “are you doing okay over there?”
You nodded slowly, then remembered he couldn’t actually see you, “I’m fine.”
“You seem. . queasy,” he suggested.
“I’m not queasy,” you argued, “besides aren’t you a bit nervous about all this?”
“About having the house to ourselves and partying tomorrow?” You hummed but he replied: “No, I don’t. I’m actually a normal person.”
“It’s not about being normal, you asshole.”
“No, it’s about Jimin. Right?” The octave in his voice rose, likely to mimic yours. Kissing noises came from his side of the car as he puckered his lips in a taunting manner.
“It’s not. .” But it was. Your brain felt as it had been liquified and where excitement became puddled its remnants drew dangerously close to doubt. Causing you to overthink Jimin’s intentions behind his invitation. Did he just feel obligated to invite you after you sold him that necklace?
Taehyung pulled into your parents’ driveway taking the key out of the ignition, “come one, spit it out. What are you thinking about?”
“I just-” you sighed, “I just want things to go well this weekend.”
“Listen, it is just a party. OK?” He slouched back in the driver’s seat, “If you need to leave at any point we’ll bounce no questions asked.” You nodded, reaching for the door handle but he called your name drawing your attention back towards him.
“He likes you,” he reassured, likely to ease your nerves—he was your brother after all, and he knew exactly what you were anxious about, “but if tomorrow you happen to find out he is not the one for you, don't let your vibrance diminish. Jimin is amazing but only you can ignite your spark and maintain it alight. Not him.”
“Thank you, Taehyung,” it’s hard to pinpoint the exact day when your younger brother grew to be so wise. If there was one thing you were certain of though, it was that despite all the bickering you were glad Taehyung walked into your life. You didn’t know where you’d be without him, “Love you.”
“Love you, loser.”
The rest of the night came at a steady pace and was composed of pizza and yet another scary movie marathon you were left to finish on your own as Taehyung snored away beside you on the couch. You placed a pillow underneath his head and tucked him in with the blanket he brought down for the two of you. Suddenly, there was a light knock at the door, startling you entirely. Looking out the peephole you noticed Jungkook and Jimin standing on the other side of the door.
“Hey,” you opened and stood, allowing them to come in, “I didn’t know you guys were coming over.”
“I texted Tae,” Jungkook said walking towards the living room entrance disappearing into the room shortly after, “let me guess he’s already sleeping?”
“He’s an early bird. You already know.”
“Two nights ago,” Jimin began following behind you as you walked into the kitchen, “ I forgot to ask you a very important question.”
“There were more questions?” You asked jokingly, setting out two shot glasses and pouring some of the clear alcohol into both of them. You weren’t quite sure why your automatic response to having Jimin in your vicinity was to consume alcohol. Perhaps, it was your pregamed liquid courage in anticipation for the boost of confidence you were likely to need. The back of your throat was set ablaze under an earnest fire as a result of the vodka. Feeling like your body lost its touch with gravity and you were slowly ascending into space. Across from you, and after the second shot the two of you have chugged Jimin’s eyes crinkled up interpreting the delicate nature of his very endearing smile. But it didn’t stop there. Your drunken gaze examined him thoroughly while he succeeded in personifying the meaning of alluring in a just black t-shirt and sweats which he paired with messy dark strands still a bit damp, likely from a recent shower. Surely, a million songs could be written around Jimin easily.
“Yeah, I forgot the most important question actually,” he leaned back against the counter tops.
“What did you forget?”
“Your number. I never asked for it,” he said in a slight stutter. “Stupid I know, but once I made it home I realized I had no way of talking to you.”
“You could have had Jungkook ask Taehyung or something.”
“I thought about that but then I realized it’d be better if I was the one asking as opposed to having my younger brother ask yours,” he shrugged.
“Well,” you hopped on the counter taking a seat right by where he stood. Your shoulders rubbed against each other, “you can always ask now.”
“I don’t know. I feel like being an angsty teenager,” he giggled, “I like the feeling of the butterflies in my stomach when I think of you. And staying up late replaying every second of any instant we happen to cross paths.”
“I wasn’t aware you were such a hopeless romantic,” You kept your eyes glued to his magnetic gaze softened by a deep shade of brown. The same shade of behind by the sun’s kisses, exuding warmth, fondness and compassion drawing you in slowly.
“I’ve always been all about romance darling,” He turned his head towards you closing the little gap which once separated the two of you. Jimin’s aura was intoxicating like the drinks you had downed and you became hazed by the close proximity; growing even more tipsy off his fragrance of lavender with hints of vanilla.
“You’ve yet to sweep me off my feet,” that was a big fat lie. A mere fabrication in your attempt at teasing him just as he was.
“Gimme an hour and I guarantee you will be head over heels for me,” he murmured jokingly with a smile painted delicately on his features.
“Sixty minutes is simply too much,” you placed your palm to the nape of his neck, not really guiding him anywhere but still hoping he’d read it as a signal in your urgency to have him close that little gap that still existed between the two of you, “when it could only take a second for you to finally kiss me.”
Jimin froze as he processed the nature of your words. “Kiss me, Jimin,” you repeated, the bitter taste of the vodka remained tainting your tongue—pulling things out of you which you would never say out loud. Damn liquid courage.
Jimin placed both of his velvet palms to your cheeks leading you towards his lips at an agonizing pace. The closer the two of you became the more your stomach twisted in anticipation—honestly the knot in the pit of your stomach grew a bit painful but you found pleasure in the way his touch felt against your skin. It was even warmer than his gaze, sweeter than his words, you were drunk-dazed and his lips hadn’t even met yours yet.
“I’ve been dreaming about feeling your lips against mine for a long time. You know.” The pads of his thumbs brush against your chin sweetly as his pillowy lips left their phantom touch against yours. Your eyes were shut tightly but you could feel the way he placed soft kisses on the peaks of your mouth.
“Jimin. .” you whined practically begging him to give you what you craved for. “Please.”
“Darling, please say my name like that more often.”
Behind his alluring words there was little intent to supply your requests—he was not going to kiss you. Not because he didn’t want to but simply because he treasured the way you responded to him. He enjoyed the way your skin became covered in goosebumps at the utters of his words and the way your requests became insistancies to have him near. He was evil, a demon reincarnated and while you wanted to continue playing along you knew that the scenario would carry on for too long and your brothers’ still sat waiting for the two of you to join them in the next room.
You placed your hands on top of his before peeling them off your face softly before stumbling off the counter. You moved closer to his right cheek and gave him a tender peck before whispering, “I will. Maybe.”
“Wait!” He called out, mumbling a few curses the farther away you got from him. You chuckled lightly feeling victorious in game of teasing the two of you had initiated.
Taehyung and Jungkook sat side by side on the couch despite it being big enough to sit six comfortably. The two of them stared directly at you while you took a seat on the other end of the couch.
“What are you so smug about?” Taehyung asked, pausing the movie and redirecting their attention to you.
“I’m not.”
“Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook asked.
“Ho-How should I know he’s your brother?” the bit of alcohol in your system loosened up your tongue.
“I’m right here,” Jimin entered the living room hurriedly, taking a seat beside you. The lack of space between the two of you caused the temperature to rise allowing the room to grow unbearably hot, “sorry, I was in the bathroom.”
“Hm,” Taehyung hummed suspiciously.
“Could it really be a coincidence that the two of you came in from your little escape at the same exact time?” Jungkook added.
“Totally,” you nodded repeatedly, “it is absolutely a coincidence.”
“Definitely,” Jimin agreed, “now play the movie before the hours keep on rolling by.”
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You were not trying to be difficult but parties were really not your scene. In the past, Taehyung would drag you along to these things as a plus one while he flourished in his extroverted nature. Usually you found yourself glued to the nearest corner, mounted to the wall like an old painting invisible to the wandering eye.
“Hey,” Jimin sat on the white kalicki chair beside you. Above the white sand and just inches away from the crashing of the cerulean waves the two of you became wrapped in each other’s presence. “Here, all I could find was a ginger ale. I hope you don’t mind.”
In the passing of time you realized social settings drained you rather quickly. There was just something so distasteful about having to buzz around initiating casual conversations which often led nowhere with people you’d probably never interact with again. You just hoped Jimin hadn’t gotten the wrong impression when he found you making a break for a clear escape.
“I’m sorry I kind of left you back there,” you swiped your finger around the metal rim of the can, “it just gets overwhelming sometimes.”
“I get it,” he took a sip of his drink, “party’s aren’t usually your thing” He didn’t wait for your response before adding, “I’ve noticed.”
“You’ve noticed?” You turned to your side on the chair now facing him as he nodded, smirking all while averting eye contact.
“I have.” He began, “you’re laid back—quiet. Not like one of those girls who try too hard to be mysterious, you just are. You’re very observant and you drink people’s every move. Oh, and you tend to keep to yourself a lot.”
“You make me sound so bland.”
“From my perspective, it just makes me want to get to know you even more,” he corrected himself, “-even more than the last time,” back then your heart beat so hard for Jimin and today it still thumped at your chest even harder, “I just can’t seem to figure out one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Well parties aren’t your thing right?”
You nodded, “right.”
“And you just accepted my invitation?”
“I almost didn’t,” you confessed, “but. .”
“But. .” he repeated almost in the form of a question. Your stomach began to churn as a result of your nervousness and you could feel the burning sensation of the regurgitation burning the back of your throat. Although, you desperately scavenged for the right words and sentence structure, all of it just launched itself out of your system. Suddenly, you were left in the chair across from Jimin looking nothing short of a jest.
His patience was reassuring but you knew you were being selfish, “because having you stand across from me for the past two springs at the market festival without having the wit to be able to speak to you killed me agonizingly slowly.”
“Jimin. .” you muttered.
“But I lost every once of my sanity this past weekend. I saw you and. .” he paused almost in a halt like he was taking himself back to relive that very day, “You can call it over confidence but my basis for going up to you was that I’d caught you staring at me from the jewelry stand.”
Suddenly, the heat became scorching even for the early-ish spring season. Although the sun wasn’t as punishing as it would be in a couple of months you could feel its rays burning up your skin.
“Please tell me that I didn’t just imagine all of it.”
“I know we were kind of tipsy but I was practically throwing myself at you last night, Jimin. Of course, I like you.”
Jungkook’s party turned to an event of the past the minute Jimin interlaced his fingers with yours. He led you through the Millennia property, Jungkook’s extravagant black and gold decor and up the stairs to his room, realistically you couldn’t even attest to the maneuvering of your own two feet. Feeling entirely stupefied by the sensation of his velvet palms in yours.
The clicking sound of the door shutting was your wake-up call and finally you were aware of the predicament you’d walked into.
You and Jimin were entirely alone in his room unbeknownst to how you managed to travel through the four digit acres making up the estate plus the scattered party goers and the beds of the multi-colored Floribunda Roses that were now in season.
“Go on enlighten me,” he took a seat on the gaming chair across the room while you remained at your awkward stature by the door, “you enjoy looking at my face?”
“I never put it like that.”
He shrugged, slouching down in his seat. His wide spread legs were aimed in your direction, “it’s how I heard it.”
“It doesn’t matter now,” you crossed your arms on your chest, “I’ve decided to stop feeding your ego.”
“That’s OK.” He whispered, “I have your confession ingrained into my head. Looping over and over and over again.”
You shook your head still maintaining a safe distance between the two of you, “Don’t.”
“What? Can I not replay your love-tuned words? The shadows of your lips still lurking on mine?”
“Just—”you fidgeted with the silver band on your thumb. Twisting it softly as a distraction from Jimin’s words.
“You do that a lot, you know.”
“What?”
“You always say or do something so endearing and so grand,” Jimin sighed, “And then you—you just hold back. What are you so afraid of?”
“There are many things to fear.”
“I like you and you like me. . There is nothing to be apprehensive about.”
“You like me?” you asked almost stunned although in the back of your mind you were sort of certain of his intentions.
“I have never masked my feelings for you.”
“You have certainly not been entirely transparent,” you huffed, “this is the first time you actually spell it out for me.”
“I like you. .” he stammered, standing up from his seat on the chair and walking towards you, “I like you. I fucking like you so much. Do you want me to actually spell it out?”
His hands found their nook on your waist and he began guiding you backwards until your back met the frigid. Even though your eyes were closed you could sense the desperation in his touch as his caresses moved to explore every inch of your neck and face.
“I-L-I-K-E-Y-O-U,” he spelled out, holding your hand up against his chest. “Come here. Feel how fast my heart beats just having you so near.”
“Jimin,” you breathed out, “Jimin.”
“Can I kiss you?” he asked. You nodded.
Finally, the long anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach ceased and your lips were cushioned in the embrace of his sweet kisses. And in that moment the world ceased to exist, all that paraded around in your head were thoughts of Jimin and Jimin only.
In your perception of time the kiss was short lived but quickly the two of you became engulfed in the gloomy waves of his bed and as you swam around you began drowning in his aroma left behind tainting his sheets.
“Jimin, I want you.” A burning desire trickled on every inch of your skin; the only thing to cease the aching feeling was his soothing touch. “Please.”
“Are you sure? There’s a party just outside—”
“I’m sure,” you interrupted.
Even though you were lulled in the softness of his lips on your neck you could still feel the way his right hand dipped under the neckline of your dress, meeting your breast once and for all. He caressed it softly, slightly pinching your nipple every once in a while.
It remained in that course for a while until you finally grew exasperated by his laggard pace.
“Can I?” you asked, pointing at his hand. After his reassuring nod you began guiding his hand down the valley of your breasts and over the route of your stomach leading him right to the hemline of your panties.
“I just want to. .” he looked between your face and where his hand rested, “want to make sure that this is what you actually want.”
“I led you where I need you, Jimin. I want this, believe me,” you left a soft peck on his rose lips.
“Don’t be afraid to speak up with me. Ok?”
You chanted a string of slurred ok’s before Jimin dipped his hand under the cotton material of your underwear. Immediately, his digits began tracing long strides between your lips, spreading the pool of slickness building up at your entrance, “tell me what you like.”
You hummed, unable to form coherent words, divulged in the feeling of his quickening strokes on your clit, “Tell me.”
“Just. .” you breathed out, “just don’t stop.”
“Is this as far as you wanna go today darling?” he asked, “because I could cum just watching you crumble at the mercy of my fingers.”
“All.” You moaned, “I want—want it all.”
His fingers were laced with spells of pleasure, Jimin was ready to cast them all upon you without as much as a second thought and you loved every second of it. Especially, when you felt him push past your entrance slowly, pumping those blessed fingers of his in and out of you.
Looking down you saw the floral pattern of your dress hiked up above your belly button and his hand moving forward and backward in-between your legs. Though, you couldn’t visually see his fingers disappear inside if you, you could feel the way your walls clenched around his slender fingers.
“Oh my God. . Jimin,” you couldn’t help but shout through the waves of pleasure taking their course all throughout your body.
He quickly hushed you, “I need you to keep it down. Yeah?” You nodded. It was the only response your body could muster up as he continued. Jimin’s uneven breathing and your suppressed moans bounced off the eggshell walls. A medley which serenaded your ears in the best way.
“I’m so close, Jimin.”
“Let go, darling,” he continued, “cum for me.”
His pleads of encouragement had you squirming under his touch. Entirely consumed in the feeling traveling through your body when you finally let go. And just as before there you were standing amongst the endless field of lilac lavenders swaying in the direction of the wind. If this is what dreams were made of, you never wanted to waste another second awake.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” Jimin plopped down beside you.
“You still seem to be in need of some extra attention,” you looked down at the perfectly structured pyramid composed of his jeans.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Jimin,” your voice was barely above a whisper, “fuck me.”
Words were scarce in the presence of passion and desire and you’d admit there wasn’t an outcome in the events of the day where your body wasn’t calling out for Jimin desperately.
“Are you sure?”
“Please.”
Though your experience pertaining to sexual endeavors was scarce, you had to admit sex was a beautiful thing although your perception of the act could have certainly been biased towards the man whom you currently laid under.
There was something addicting in the way his toned arms cemented you in the center of his bed, sweat beads adorning his temples, his sculpted figure hovered over you as he worked to mold your insides with his cock.
“Don’t—stop—please,” you puffed in between each word.
His grunts echoed through the room. Jimin’s concern for the party going on just outside the door was no longer a priority. All you managed was jumbled gibberish while he continued sinking deep in your insides and slowly pulling back out.
A perfect addition to all of the combinations which existed in the world. Your pussy and Jimin’s cock.
So fucking perfect.
“Fuck!” you balled a hand of his sheets in your fists.
His mission to find your push to insanity has been accomplished and his head repeated its attack on your g-spot until once again your moans were too loud to suppress and until your voice became hoarse as a result.
“You’ve been so good, darling,” he fell on top of you, visibly exhausted—the two of you were half clothed and obviously too tired to do much of anything. Jimin’s head rested on your chest and while you played with his dark hair, he drew mindless shapes onto your bicep, “can I officially call you my girlfriend after tonight?”
“I’ll be yours if you promise to be mine.”
“Always.”
“Always,” you grinned.
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AN: this is semi-ok ?? i don’t even know but let me know what you think. also don’t you just love the spring time?
reblogs, likes, comments, replies are always appreciated 🫶🏽
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hongjoongscafe · 9 months
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can you do more ceo jeon and jimin giving what their baby wants ( w/ some squirting ehek )
I went overboard😀 Thank you for requesting, anon💓
Not done yet (it’s the title)
Bitch hours
Pairing: JungkookxreaderxJimin
Warning: spanking, pussy spanking, unprotected sex (not recommended irl if you don't want kids or STDs), name-calling (slut, whore), daddy kink at its highest.
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“Look at you, baby,” Jungkook rasped. “So wet for daddies.”
You moaned as he rubbed his fingers on your dripping cunt. You were laying naked on top of the conference table, leg pushed back to your chest.
“Our little kitten is so fucking naughty,” Jimin said as he pumped his thick cock, watching Jungkook play with your pussy. “Couldn't even wait until we came back home. Luckily our meeting was over, sweet pea… or else everyone would have seen us fuck our baby girl.”
“Please,” you whimpered. “Please, fuck me!”
“Tsk, look at you so desperate for our cocks,” Jungkook slapped your pussy that made your body jerk. “This little cunt is so fucking dumb. Just want a cock to fill it up.”
“Only daddies’ cocks,” your hips moved up to feel more of Jungkook’s palm.
Jimin smirked and moved closer. “Our baby just wants to get spoiled by daddies, Hm..” he hummed and captured your lips between his. He feverishly kissed her, tongues tangling together. He groped your tit and rolled your sensitive nipple between his fingers.
Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer. He lowered his pants and pumped his lock and thick cock. “Take me, baby. Take me like a good whore you are,” he said as he aligned himself. He rubbed his thumb on your clit to ease the pain as he slipped his big cock in until he was fully in. “Oh, fuck, baby!” He moaned.
“So big daddy!” You cried. Jimin chuckled against your lips and kissed you to help you. He moved down to your neck and sucked your sweet spot.
Jungkook slowly moved and picked up his pace. He held your hips and spanked your ass making you moan loudly. “Such a fucking slut!” He groaned and fucked his cock harder into you. “Look at your cunt dripping down wetting my balls,” he slapped your clit.
“Fuckkkkk!” you screamed as you came on his cock without any warning, squirting your juices on his cock. “Oh my God!”
“You are making such a mess, baby,” Jimin hummed and watched your cunt squirting as he slammed harder into you.
His abs flexed with every movement and a thin layer of sweat was covering his skin, making him look like a sex god. His face twisted in pleasure, mouth fell open. His white open shirt was sticking to his skin. You could imagine how he looked from behind.
“I'm so close, baby,” Jungkook grunted. “Take it!” with a couple of more thrusts, he came inside your cunt. Your back arched as he pulled another orgasm from you.
Jungkook pulled out his cock and saw his cum leaking out of your cum. Jimin bit his lower lip and rubbed his cock over your pussy, and pushed in. He moaned, feeling your pulsing cunt, wet with your and Jungkook's warm cum. “This is so good,” he hissed. “Gonna make you cum for me, too.”
Now, Jungkook took Jimin’s place and kissed you. He bit your lower lip and pushed his tongue down your throat. You grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper into the kiss.
“We fuck you almost every day and yet your cunt is so fucking tight,” Jimin groaned and fastened his pace. C’mon, baby, squirt for Daddy,” he said as he pinched and pulled your clit.
Your mouth fell open into a silent scream and your toes curled as you squirted all over him. He rubbed your clit vigorously, making you squirt like a broken faucet.
“Daddy! Gonna cum!” you screamed and trusted your hips higher to match his pace.
“Cum for us, baby,” Jimin grunted. “Cum as I fuck you on my cock.”
A loud moan echoed as you climaxed along with Jimin. Jungkook caressed your head and littered your face with pecks and Jimin pulled out and rubbed his palm, making your cunt messier.
“You ruined our clothes, baby,” Jimin whispered near your ear as he slowly bit it.
“Hmm, and don't think we are done just yet… Baby,” Jungkook hummed as he wrapped your hand around his rock-hard cock.
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yoongis-property · 7 months
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Wanna read: September
bts & ateez
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MASTERLIST
(last update: 09.08.2023)
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-ˏˋ BTS ˊˎ-
MIN YOONGI
look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash
make me by @ppersonna
twirl for me by @gimmethatagustd
Countermelody by @bonvoyagenoona
grey area by @blushoseoks
gwanghae flow by @btssavedmylifeblr
your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga feat. jk
all eyes on me by @here2bbtstrash
drip by @here2bbtstrash
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PARK JIMIN
drabble by @eoieopda
no strings by @kpopfanfictrash
him after all by @mercurygguk
cherry flavored by @ppersonna
physical by @ppersonna
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JEON JUNGKOOK
never thought by @yoongiphoria
Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates by @ot7always
MCD*CKIN by @jinned
caught me by @jeongi
your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga feat. yg
seven days by @hisunshiine
bangtan scouts by @hisunshiine
candles & flames by @taegularities
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-ˏˋ ATEEZ ˊˎ-
PARK SEONGHWA
 animal crossing by @kyufessions
Love From Italy by @atinytinaa
paradigm by @yoongiseesawmp3
fuel lines by @chaseatinydream
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KIM HONGJOONG
deal by @hongism
Coming Home by @mia-tiny
Horizon by pxedpiper
wildflower by @jumilkies
steeeam! by @feltednettles
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JEONG YUNHO
 just between friends by @honeyhotteoks feat. mingi
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KANG YEOSANG
The Roommate Agreement by @ateezreactionsandscenarios
Longing by @sxcret-garden
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CHOI SAN
only one by @just-some-random-blogger
The sound of our tied souls by @jaehunnyy
Soggy Cereal by @mingtinys
Good luck kiss by @ateezlovely
Our Little Star by @littleocean-rose
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SONG MINGI
lavender haze by @feltednettles
 just between friends by @honeyhotteoks feat. yunho
in each other’s arms by @kimsohn
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JUNG WOOYOUNG
 Unknown fever. by @a-soft-hornytiny
All 'Cause of a Neck Kiss by @cocobeanncteez
Beans on Toast by @naesarangyunho
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CHOI JONGHO
Million Words by @justwritedreams
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OT8
into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks
The Buccanneer Queen by @harmonie-writes
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trex98dreams · 1 year
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Red
Member: Park Jimin Genre: Fairytale Smut / Yandere💋 Based On: The Little Red Riding Hood
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It started when your mom wants you to send a basket full of cake to your nanna.
Your nanna, who lives in the middle of the fucking forest.
God knows why she stay there all alone rather that moving with you and your family to the small village.
You hated going there alone. It's creepy, quiet and scary in the forest.
Usually your sisters will go with you.
But both of them were too 'occupied' with the ball the motherfucking ugly Prince is holding tonight at his castle.
You weren't interested in him. He's an asshole that took taxes from the poor villagers.
So rather than being dragged there by them, you choose to go send the cakes to your nanna.
Safest choice, you think.
"I'm off mom!"
Your mom smile at you. "Be careful. It's a full moon tonight."
You didn't know what she meant by that. You took your red cloak that was sewn by your nanna.
"Protection from evil thoughts," she once said. So you wear it, although you don't really believe in superstition.
You started your journey to her cottage. It only took a 30 minute walk but the moon is so beautiful and mysterious tonight.
You just had to stop and admire it.
"Hello beautiful."
You turn around. The voice were deep and a little.. sexy?
A black wolf came out from behind one of the trees.
Surprisingly, it didn't frighten you.
"Hello there Mr. Wolf."
The wolf went to sit beside you.
"Why, what is there in that basket? It smells delicious," the wolf ask, his nose burying into it.
You smile and cautiously pet his furry head. "Just some cake for my nanna. Here, have some."
The wolf stare at you for a long time.
"You're not scared of me? What if its not enough for your nanna?"
You giggle. "It's enough. Nanna's an old crow anyway. She didn't eat much and rather than throwing it away, you should have it. Take it, fresh from my mom's stove. You must be hungry."
The wolf grins at you and took the cake from your delicate hands.
"You are very kind. I have never met a human like you before. All they do is throw their axe or rocks at me."
You feel sorry for him.
Wolf are hated by your villagers. You heard that they destroy cattle and pig farms, even harming humans just because they're hungry.
But this one's different.
"I'm sorry they did that to you. They're just scared. They don't know what a majestic creature you are Mr. Wolf."
The wolf stare at you again. Something made his heart palpitated. You sense his pupil turn bigger like it would blow up.
"Mr. Wolf? You okay? I have to get going now. I've been stray away from my original path for far too long."
The wolf nods slowly.
"Where does your nanna lives? I could walk you there if you like."
You face turns upset.
"It's okay, thanks for the offer. Nanna hates wolf the most. She almost killed one for trying to steal her turkey. I don't want her to do that to you. Goodbye Mr. Wolf. See ya," you said, and went on your way.
The wolf stare at you until you disappear.
Then he begin to ran to your nanna's place.
As you arrive 15 minutes later, you knock on the door.
"Nanna it's me!"
No answer.
You tried a 2nd time, but still no answer.
On the 3rd knock, you gently push the door open. It was unlock.
Nanna never leaves her door unlock.
You went in. Everything seems messy. The pot of porridge was still warm and you closes the door behind you.
You went to her bedroom and tip toed, afraid she might be asleep.
"Nanna?"
She was reading a newspaper, her whole face covered with it.
"Sorry I was late Nanna.. I urm.. took a detour!" You told her, lying about meeting the wolf.
She cough heavily. She sounded strange to you, so you went near her bed.
"Nanna.. what beautiful fingers you have.." you admit as you saw her old worn fingers was no longer the same.
"To gently touch you my dear.." she answer with a strange tone.
You went closer.
"Nanna.. what pretty black hair you have.." you add as it was no longer the white one you always saw.
"So you can tangle your fingers in it my dear.." she said without removing the newspaper from her face.
You were now only inches away from her.
Too late.
"You're.. you're not my nanna!"
It was a man. A beautiful, naked young man covering himself with your nanna's comforter. He was also wearing nanna’s glasses.
You were scared. Not only he was a stranger, he was naked from head to toe. 
Fuck, you could see everything.
Including his massive, protruding dick.
You threw the basket at him and ran for your life. 
But he was faster.
"Let me go! Who are you?! Where's my nanna?!" You shout, scared for your life.
The young man hugs your body tightly. 
You can feel his erection rubbing on your red cloak.
"Hey, hey don't be scared.. it's me.. gosh.. all this time, I've finally found you.. my mate," he whisper as he try to kiss one side of your cheek.
You avoid him and struggle to get away but his grip was so strong.
"I don't know you! Where's my nanna? Tell me!"
"Your nanna's safe. She passed out for a while after I put some sleeping mushroom in her porridge. That would buy us some time."
You didn't understand what he's talking about.
"Time? Time for what? Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone about this."
The man giggle.
"It's me baby. You don't recognize me? We just met not more than an hour ago."
You realize who he was now. The sound of his voice, the blueberry cake flavor you felt on his breath.
It was the wolf.
"Mr. Wolf?"
"Bingo. What a smart girl. You're qualified to be my mate."
You bit his hand but he didn't let go.
"Please Mr. Wolf! I- I don't want to be your mate, I don't know you! Let me go please, you can have all the food you want, just please let me and my nanna go!"
He nuzzle his nose on your neck.
"It's not food that I want baby.. it's you. God you smell so fucking good.."
You can feel his hand roam around your breast. He squeeze the left one with his right hand and begin to hump you from behind.
To be honest, you felt weird.
Good weird.
There was a pool of swirling needs inside you.
"Please.. ah.. Mr. Wolf.. I-"
"Park Jimin.
You were caught off guard.
"My name baby. It's Jimin. And you better remember it, cause you'll be screaming it all night."
As soon as he finish, Jimin aka Mr. Wolf pull the strings to your cloak and threw it onto your nanna's bed.
"Protection from evil? Haha. The only thing it does is make you look sexier baby. I fucking love red."
He then rip off your skirts and corsets, leaving you naked as well.
"Beautiful tits, puffy little pussy, ripe for bearing our litter.." he said, sniffing your pussy that makes you ticklish.
You try to run but Jimin threw you on the bed, smacking your ass.
You were lying on top of your red cloak.
"Please.. Jimin.. I- I'm scared.. don't do this.. don't eat me.."
Jimin laugh.
"I'll definitely eat you baby. But not in that way. A way that'll make you feel pleasurable. Now open your leg wide."
You refuse to do as he said but Jimin become impatient and forcefully spread your legs wide. He pulls your ankle close towards him and went on his knees.
You realize what he was doing.
"No! Stop it! No! I- ah.. ah..! Fuck.."
Jimin begin to make out with your pussy. He lick the lips with the edge of his tongue, staring at you with a smirk.
"Stop it.. no.. ah.. that doesn't.. feel good.. at all.."
"Really? You’re lying."
Jimin begin to nip and suck on your pussy, nose buried on your pubic hair. He was enjoying every second of eating you out, hand gripping on the back of your knees.
You arch your back, toes curling at his warm tongue, drinking your love juice.
You sweat a lot, and when you can't handle it anymore, you grip his hair with your fingers.
"Don't fucking stop.. fuck.. it feels so amazing.." you moan, giving into him.
Jimin became more wild at your obedience.
He watch as your face shows an expression full of pleasure and erotic sensation.
"So..mmm.. beautiful.. so.. delicious.. mmm" he stops between each suck.
"Jimin! I'm.. fuck! Ah!"
You squirt on his face. He loves it. He loves how you make a mess.
It wasn't enough for him. He was not over the foreplay yet. He wants you to get really, really wet for his cock.
Jimin insert his middle finger in your pussy.
"What.?? Ah stop! Jimin! I can't take it anymore!"
He laugh mischievously and thrust his finger in and out of your pussy. He slaps your cunt and occasionally kiss it.
You squirt again. In a heavy amount.
You were so exhausted.
"Jimin.. please.. I'm so tired.. what do you.."
"It's not over until I had my cum overflowing your pussy baby."
He hover above you and kiss your neck. He kisses all of you, your cheeks, your lips, your neck, your tits.
He put your hands on his neck.
"Hug me when you're about to cum."
Although he was in heat, he gently put his cock in your pussy and saw how you grunt in pain.
"First time baby?"
You look away shyly, nodding.
"Good. I'll be your forever and last mate."
He begin thrusting at a slow pace, your legs wrap around his torso.
Jimin grunts and growl in your ear, and you love it. You absolutely fell in love with this beast.
"Jimin.. go faster.. go faster.."
He went ballistic.
His balls slaps against your cunt, skin to skin sound all across your nanna's bedroom.
It was so hot and dirty.
His cock was big.. but not that you can't take it.
"You're so beautiful.. my luna.. my mate.." he whisper in your ear as he hips move at an irregular pace.
You felt him deep inside you, you almost faint.
"Stay up baby, I can't take my cock out if you pass out. Werewolf's cock stays inside a pussy locking it until the female cum."
It was an information.
But it was so hot. Plus his sexy voice.
Not a moment ago you were scared of him. 
But now, all you want was for him to cum and fill your pussy to the brim.
He smells like wood and trees fresh from the rain.
"Make me cum Jimin, make me pregnant.. ooh.. fuck.. that's it.. I don't care anymore.. let me have your pups.."
Jimin hugs you and suck on your tits. He circle his tongue around your tits and suck it to his heart's content.
You held onto his body and clawed on his ass. He had fine firm ass.
"I'm cumming my luna.. cum with me.. ooh shit.. shit..!"
You feel his cock expands in your wall and that also made you cum.
When his cock feels your cum, he softens but didn't pull out of you yet.
He lay on top of you, hearing your heartbeat.
"I can't believe my mate's a human."
You stare into the ceiling, surprised at his word.
"Don't be scared, I'll take care of you like a queen. Now, you're officially the luna of the blue moon pack."
You blink your eyes as he held his head up and kiss your lips gently. 
Jimin stand up, turning to his wolf form.
Before running into the night, the last thing you saw, was the cum covered red cloak on the bed.
You smile and ride on Jimin's back to start your own new pack.
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pars-ley · 1 year
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Pairing: Idol Jimin x female reader
Summary: Being the girlfriend of an idol definitely had its perks, but witnessing the choreography for their new song first hand was a big one.
Genres: Idol au / established relationship / smut / fluff / drabble
Rating: 18+ (NSFW)
Warnings: adorable Jimin, like too cute for words / run bts jimin / steamy elevator scene / clitoral stimulation / heavy kissing / a little grinding / talks of a strip tease / 
W/c: 1.7k
Beta: @pjmparadise​ thank you!
Banner: @jinsquishes​ it’s perfect thank you!
Notes: I started this after the Run BTS choreography video came out and I was inspired. Possibly, I might be thinking of making a part two inspired by Jimin’s iconic ‘filter’ performance, if you would like me to, let me know in the comments.
Jimin led you by the hand to the studio, his fingers entwined with yours pulling you along excitedly and leaving you jogging to keep up with him.
The dance studio was full of people, dancers, and staff; your name being called loudly in chorus drew your attention. As the guys all ran over, you were encased in six warm hugs and relished their loving grip. It had been too long since you’d seen them all together.
"Yoongi, your hair!" You reach up and touch the ends, shocked by the length and the way he wore it; the half-up, half-down hairstyle really suits him.
"You like it?" He asks, with that cute gummy smile and slight pink to his cheeks.
"I love it! You look very handsome, more so than usual." You wink playfully, sensing Jimin's eyes on you as the words leave your mouth.
"Ah," he wines at your side. "Don't tell him that."
You laugh, cupping his face. "Don't worry. No one compares to you." Leaning in and kissing him on the corner of his lips and enjoying the sight of his cheeks flushing, and he can't contain the immense grin spread across his face.
Taehyung’s arms are around your waist, interrupting the moment and sweeping you up in the air, and spinning you in a circle. You can’t help the giggle that escapes. "Where have you been?" He asked, setting you back down. 
"I know it's been too long; working and studying have been kicking my ass." His hands find yours, and you squeeze them.
"You know what they say, all work and no play…" he twirls you around fast before giving you another tight hug.
"And that's exactly why I'm here."
"Well, in that case, let's get you a front-row seat to the show." He calls out.
"Hey Tae, can I have this jacket when you're done with it?" You play with the fringe design on the black leather.
Beaming at you, he replies. "How can I say no to Jimin's girl?" 
"I'm just kidding!" You give him a playful nudge with your elbow.
There was a shout to get into positions, and the boys run off waving to you. 
"Come, sit down." Jimin leads you to a chair at the front and centre of their grouping, kissing you on the cheek before running off to take his position with the rest of the guys. Your hands wring nervously in your lap at the idea of watching this new routine; you knew you'd love it, that was a given, but nevertheless, your stomach turns with anticipation.
With everyone in position, the music starts.
You recognise the song immediately, your favourite out of the new ones they did for their last album, Run BTS. Leaning forward on the edge of your seat a little more, anticipating the routine with your fingers clinging to the edge of your seat.
The complex choreography and the teaming of the backup dancers were definitely impressive, it looked like one of the more complicated dance routines they had done. 
When Jimin comes into your view, dancing with Jungkook, of course, you can't keep your eyes off him; not only was the way he moved through the steps mesmerising, but also his choice of top. Every so often, his grey crop jumper would ride up enough for you to have a glimpse of his abs. The sight was enough to have you squeeze your legs together to ease the throbbing between your thighs. With every jump in the routine, the jumper would lift, teasing you to what was underneath, to what you currently couldn’t run your hands along.
When the music stops, your body still vibrates wildly from the thrum of your pounding heart. 
Jimin came running over to you, eyes bright with excitement and breathing hard, but he managed to gasp out, "So, what did you think?" Leaning down toward you with his hands on his knees.
You bite your lower lip, wondering how to answer when all you can think of is peeling that sweaty jumper off him, clinging to him like you longed to.
"Didn't you like it?" A frown marring his beautiful face upsets you, not realising how long you're taking to answer.
"Are you kidding? I loved it. It's perfect." You shift in your seat to try and ease the painful ache between your legs. "You are perfect."
He seems to search your eyes, confusion wrinkling his brow. "What's on your mind?"
You sit on the edge of your seat, legs crossed tightly and hands squeezed tightly together. "You."
You watch as understanding falls across his soft features and heat sparks in his eyes.
"Take me somewhere?" Your voice, husky and thick with desire made it sound like a question, it was anything but. The urgency you feel must have transcended into your voice because he takes your hand and pulls you hastily out of the room. 
You didn't even glance at the boys or wave goodbye, your only focus is Jimin. 
Your skin is hot and tingling at the prospect of being touched by him, and the sensation is almost suffocating, leaving you unable to think about anything else as Jimin drags you hastily down the hall to the elevator. He smashes the button repeatedly until the doors ding open. 
Once inside, he was on you; full, delicious lips on yours, the slight taste of sweat as you explored his mouth with your tongue. Your lips glide together like silk, and when you gently suck his bottom lip into your mouth, he groans against you, the sound arousing you further. His hands were on your face and sliding down your body, fingers running through your hair, they were everywhere all at once, urgent and desperate, and yet, it still wasn’t enough. Your hands went up under his jumper, instantly slick with his sweat as they travelled along his hard abs and chest, gliding around to his strong back, causing fresh arousal to pool in your underwear. 
He backs you against the mirrored wall as you feel his hands slide down the backs of your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before abruptly pulling them out from under you and lifting you off the ground. You tighten your legs around his waist as his fingers explore along the underneath of your thighs, travelling up below your skirt. You almost jolt when you feel his feather light touch reach the edge of your panties, fingertips skating across the arousal seeping through the thin material.
“Oh baby,” he gasps with surprise against your mouth. “Tell me what you need.”
His lips travel down your neck, the throbbing between your legs becoming unbearable.
“I need you inside me.”
He smirks, gorgeous lips twisting sexily in a lopsided smile, knowing his power and fully ready to use it. “Should I tease you?” he wasn’t asking; he had already made up his mind.
“Please, Jimin. I don’t think I can take it.” You writhe against him, unable to stop yourself, the desperation obvious.
“Hmmm,” he thrusts up against you, his erection concealed by his jeans, hitting you in the place you were quivering with need. A loud moan escapes your lips, his name falling out too somewhere. The prickle of sweat forming at the back of your neck, feeling too hot and aware of too many layers against your skin, now yearning to be free. His fingertips skate over the slick material covering your overly sensitive bud, and your stomach tightens. You were already so close, so eager to feel the ecstasy take over your body. You rotate your hips against his fingers as he traces gentle but fast circles against your clit. 
“Baby, you are so needy tonight. Is this what watching me dance does to you, hm?” He whispers against your neck.
You nod, barely registering his words as you feel the tightness growing, ready to snap. 
Chasing the high, the most sinful sounds leave you, singing loudly and personally serenading Jimin. 
"Yes, don't stop. Don't stop." You gasp out as your body finally gives out, legs tightening around him as pleasure hits you, rendering you blind with white light as wave after wave of bliss rides through you. He kisses you gently while you unravel, your core pulsing hard around nothing.
Your thumping heart begins to return to normal as some semblance of relief and satisfaction hits, albeit very briefly, but it sates you enough to think straight again.
“That’s got to be a record for you, no?” He asks you, that smug look returning.
Laughing and shaking your head as he releases your legs and places your feet back on the ground. “Clearly, I really like watching you dance.”
Excitement glitters darkly in his eyes as he adjusts his erection, tucking it into the waistband of his jeans. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely.”
He takes your hand and entwines his fingers with yours again, kissing the back of your hand and tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ears as he strokes your cheeks with the back of his fingertips. Before coming in close and placing a tender kiss against your lips.
“Maybe I’ll give you a private dance when we get back home.” He winks at you playfully, but he’s planted the seed. All you could envision was him giving you the most sensual performance you could possibly imagine, just for your eyes, and fresh arousal seeps into your underwear. Squeezing your legs together to try and get some relief from your already throbbing sex. Jimin raises an eyebrow at your lip-biting and cheeks heating with a dusting of pink.
“I have a request.” you say thoughtfully.
“Anything.” His eyes scream desperation, almost as much as yours do.
“Wear your ‘FIlter’ suit?” you bite your lip, suddenly shy to ask for something you’ve wanted for quite some time.
His devastatingly handsome smirk answers your request as does the glint of darkness flashing across his eyes. “The red or purple?”
Oh god, how could you decide, you didn’t care, just the thought of him in either suit was enough to make you groan out loud.
He laughs, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you and you already knew he would not end your suffering anytime soon. Your heart pounds so hard you can hear it echo in your ears; all you can do is try to keep up as your stomach flips with anticipation. The look of desperation mirrors in his eyes as he pulls you from the elevator as soon as the doors open and whisks you out, pulling you with the promise of everything you need and more than you could have wished for.
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vinetae · 1 year
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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. 
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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.
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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!
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Chapter 3: The Present
♡ Pairing- Jimin x Y/N
♡ Genre- Dark Romance,Smut, Underworld
♡Rating: mature audiences only
♡ Warning: Explicit sexual content, drinking of  blood, smut, bondage, talk of suicide, unprotected sex, dom Jimin, angst, reader brat sub, bitting
♡Description- Finding what you missed can come to a shock or not?
♡ Word Count- 3342
Editor: @noonasto ( seriously big thanks💜)
Chapter 2 Chapter 4
I fell asleep in his arms, feeling at peace after such a long time. I had all my memories back and was finally with the one I love, but there was still the one thing we hadn’t talked about. Was he married? What happened to his so-called fiance? Does he know what his father did? Were we still bonded to each other? Questions swirled through my mind as I drifted off.
When I woke, I was alone in my bed. I looked at the spot where he slept and saw it was covered in a mixture of our blood. I groaned and rolled over to try to go back to sleep when I heard my door open and Sakura came into my room. “Y/N, get up. You’re going to be late for school.” I groaned again and pulled the covers over my head. “Y/N, GET UP” Sakura yelled louder, pulling the cover from my hand. “Why are we in high school?” I whined, “We’re, like, 500 years old.” Sakura walked into my closet and yelled over her shoulder, “Parents rules,” before coming back and throwing my uniform at me. “Come on, put this on. We don't want the parents to come in and see the scene you and Jimin left on your bed.” She put her hands up before I even got to speak, “You can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me. I know you, Y/N, and I know your history. Put on your uniform and come downstairs. Rose, Eun-Ji and I will be waiting so we can go to school together. We have the group back.” Sakura winked, walked out of my room and closed the door. I groaned again and got up, pulling the sheet from the bed. At least my maid knew not to speak. She’s been with me for a long time; I found her when the undead killed her parents and took her under my wing. Since then, she has been my maid and knows all of my secrets.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I looked at myself in the mirror; it was almost like I hadn’t seen myself in years. All the memories of Jimin and I kept flashing in my mind. I put my hand over my heart and felt it beating rapidly. Now that all of my questions from my past had been answered, I had to wonder… what had I missed since I was gone? I knew a couple of people that would answer my questions. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror and started putting on my makeup. I decided to go natural, but made sure I had my signature eyeliner. Students at the school were going to be shocked by my new appearance, but this was how I used to dress and who I really am. I decided to wear my black fishnet stockings and favorite black heels with a bow in the back. I plaited two braids on each side of my head and tied them together with a black ribbon. I grabbed my bag from the chair by my desk and headed downstairs where Sakura was waiting for me.
“Well, look at you! Y/N is really back,” Sakura said, looking me up and down. I just smirked. “Who are we killing today?” I turned around to see Rose and Eun-JI walking in together. “I thought I was late?” I looked at Sakura, narrowing my eyes. “I just said that to make you get up.” She stuck her tongue out at me and walked to the door. I rolled my eyes and looked at Eun-Ji, “Aren’t you supposed to be protecting your big cousin Jimin?” She walked towards me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the door. “What? Do you want me to tell my big, bad cousin that you want round 3,4 and 5?“ I rolled my eyes petulantly at her, “No.” Eun-ji laughed and I felt my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. I know that they knew about my relationship with Jimin, but her saying it out loud made me want to hide. “No, I don’t have to protect him anymore. He requested it.” I pulled her to a stop and looked at her in shock. I’d never heard of him being unprotected. Eun-ji was the oldest of us and had been in charge of protecting Jimin ever since he was crowned the prince. “The King agreed to it,” she shrugged, “I was surprised, too, but he said that the crowned prince and future king shouldn’t be coddled anymore.” I couldn’t believe it. There had to be more to the story she wasn’t telling me. There wasn’t time to delve deeper into the story, so I quietly followed along and got in the car with Rose, Sakura and Eun-ji and went to school.
It seemed like everyone was staring at me while we walked into the school— I guess it made sense… It had to be a shock for people to see me get out of the car with the girls dressed as I was. We walked the hall in the school and stopped by the window to talk.
“So….” Sakura said coyly, hugging my arm. “Sooooo… what?” I asked, knowing full well that she wouldn’t let me evade the question. “Are you going to tell us what happened last night, or do we have to play the old guessing game because, clearly, you remember everything now?” Rose said, crossing her arms. “You know I don't kiss and tell, “ I half-answered with a smirk. “No, but you gave me head and told.” Alexander’s amused voice made me pull my arm free and turn to see him holding a black choker out to me. “Here, he said to give this to you to hide umm… you know… your marks.” I took it and put it on as blood rushed to my cheeks. “Come on, we all know how you and Jimin are. Don't get shy with us now,” Eun-ji laughed. “For real, Y/n,” Alexander leaned down and whispered in my ear, “If you are really back to the old you, I have to wonder if you are even wearing underwear.” I knew the game he was trying to play and had no problem playing along. I smiled as innocently as possible, put my hand around his neck, pressed my body closer to his and purred, “Wanna find out?” Alexander smirked but, before he could answer, the bell rang. I let go of him and smiled, “Maybe next time.” Alexander growled, “I’m burning that bell.” I laughed and made plans with the group to meet at the school garden for lunch before walking to class.
I plopped into my seat in homeroom and sighed. I was so tired of playing this high school game. It’s not like I didn’t know everything that they were teaching. In fact, I could teach all these humans everything the teacher was saying. Unable to pull up the wanting to pretend, I put my books away and laid my head down on my arms. “Hey, Y/N.” I looked up and was surprised to see Nicole. “Can I help you with something?” Still angry about her tryst with Alexander, my tone was snide. I had no energy to deal with her lies and two faces. “Wow, what with that attitude?” “What attitude? I’m just being myself, unlike some people I know,” I said sweetly, folding my hands and smiling at her. I heard the girls behind me gasp at my more aggressive demeanor. “Y/N, what's gotten into you? You've never acted like this before.” I rolled my eyes, “You just never got to know the real me. You, though? Pretending to be a nice, sweet, innocent girl so you could get in Alexander’s pants? The real you is showing.” Nicole gasped at the accusation and my eyes rolled, “Am I lying?” “Listen bitch,” she growled, the “nice girl” facade abruptly disappearing, “I was nice to you because you looked like a sweet little virgin that’d never even held a guy's hand before.” I laughed, “Better than being a whore like you. Do you ever have the chance to get the taste of dick out of your mouth?” I saw her hand fly my way, but I grabbed her arm before she could actually hit me. “Looks like my cousin is back, I’d be careful with her.” I heard Derek’s amused quip behind me. I smiled at Nicole and, with my foot, pushed her desk away from me. She huffed and flipped her hair behind her shoulder. I rolled my eyes and turned to the girl whispering next to me, “If you want to talk about me, say it louder so I can hear you better.” They stopped talking and turned themselves around. I got up and turned to straddle chair between my legs and my arms resting on top of the chair.
“Hello, Cousin. Where were you this morning?” I hadn’t really seen him since yesterday's meeting. “Not fucking Jimin, that’s for sure.” He said with a smirk. I reached over the desk and covered his mouth in shock, “Does everyone know?” He pulled my hand away from his mouth and sat back in his chair. “No, but I’m in Jimin’s court. Don’t worry, princess,” he mocked. I rolled my eyes again. Jimin’s court or, in other words, his close friends, were six boys plus Derek, Alexander, and Haru. The group were well known for being trouble makers and the willingness to fuck anything that walked.
“Oh, the court,” I cooed sarcastically. “Hey, we’re the top men of the underworld.” His ego spoke volumes. I rolled my eyes and hummed. “So, what did I miss since I have been, you know, gone?” I wanted to know his perspective of what I’d missed. Derek smirked and asked, “Are you sure you want to know?” “I wouldn't be asking if I didn't.” “Well, lots of fucking and a marriage,” Derek said, eyes sparkling with mischief. I nearly choked on my shock. “Married? Who got married” Greatly amused at my response, he chuckled, “Don’t worry, your prince isn’t married, princess.” Before I was able to ask more, the teacher came in. I sighed and got up. “Don’t call me that,” I mumbled as I sat correctly on my chair and pretended I was paying attention in class. I couldn’t think past the question burning a hole through me: Was he still engaged?
Classes felt like a boring waste of time now that I had all of my memories back. I decided to ask everyone how they would feel about seeing if the Court would let us out of this high school shit. We knew all of this. Hell, we lived through the history that created everything they taught. I really just wanted to be peacefully in my room.
Lunch finally came and I was relieved to head to the garden and get some fresh air. On my way there, I passed by Nicole talking to someone about how I’ve become such a bitch. I rolled my eyes, she really wasn’t going to get under my skin. I found Sakura, Eun-ji, Rosa, Alexander, and Derek sitting at the table under the tree. I sat next to Sakura. “Where is everyone else?” I asked as she handed me a glass bottle of blood. I looked down at the bottle in my hand, confused. Did she get Jimin’s blood for me? As far as I knew, I could only drink his blood. “It’s not his blood,” Sakura answered my unspoken question, reading my mind. Did this mean I wasn’t bonded to him anymore or did something change and I was suddenly able to drink any blood again? “Haru is with Jimin and his friends,” Rosa said with a sign of annoyance. I looked at her questioningly. “Haru has officially been chosen as the next King of Vampires, so now he is busy training to be our leader and hanging out with Jimin and his friends at the top of our world,” Sakura explained, taking a sip of her blood. “Wait, Uncle is stepping down soon? Why? Is he okay?” I was shocked. Most vampires only stepped down if they were dying. Not dying, as mortals would think of it. More like going into an extended sleep to “rest”, as they say. “No, he's going to be around. He just wants to have the freedom of retirement and have fun with Mom.“ Sakura said, making a gagging sound. “You didn’t miss anything at the family meeting, it was death.” I could only imagine. Uncle was a very free spirited person that didn’t hide anything. “Wait, does that mean Haru is married?” I asked as realization and shock hit me. Sakura nodded her head. One of the stupid rules in the underworld is that the Crown Prince or Princess needed to be married before they were eligible to become King or Queen to make sure their family line continues. I turned to look at Rose and squeezed her hand.
Rose was in love with Haru. They’d been open about their relationship and had never even seen anyone else but each other. I understood what she must’ve been feeling; seeing the person you loved and would give anything for being with someone else. That, because of these stupid rules, they couldn’t be with you. You would think that, because I was born a vampire/witch hybrid, they’d allow it to happen again, but no. Those in power fear what I, or other hybrids, could become and won’t allow it.
“He married Jennie,” Rose said flatly. I looked at her, stunned. “Wait. Jennie? Like, JENNIE Jennie? The one that fucked Taehyang and then tried to get with Jungkook and Jimin?” Jungkook and Taehyang were Jimin's childhood friends. They all grow up together and come from rich families in the underworld.
Rose laughed with very little humor, ”Yep, her. But let's make sure you have the right information… she did fuck Jimin.” Agast, I turned to Sakura. “Father decided she was the perfect match because of who her family is.” Rose started to cry. It broke my heart. Were we ever going to be happy and be with who we loved? Derek hugged his sister, “Rose, you’ve cried so much already. You know there is nothing we can do. We’ve tried everything we could think of to help you.” “HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF THEY TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULDN’T BE WITH EUN-JI ANYMORE,” Rose shouted as she pushed her brother away. They were open about their relationship, but Derek was a witch and Eun-ji was a Werewolf and, knowing the elders in the underworld, they will suffer the same fate as Rose and Haru.
“I won’t be happy, but for now I will live for every moment we have together,” Derek said and hugged his sister. I saw Eun-ji nod at what he said.
“Is that the marriage you mentioned in class?” I asked and Derek nodded. I looked back down at the bottle of blood and wondered if I should ask. “You’re wondering if Jimin is married?” Alexander asked. I looked up into his blue-grey eyes, so similar, yet so different to Jimin’s. “He’s not married,” he answered. The relief was momentary. Not married didn't mean he wasn’t engaged. “Is he still engaged?” I needed to know where I stood. “Yes, he is, and to the same girl.” I smiled wanly at Alexander. I knew that was going to be his answer. He is the Crowned Prince, after all. I sighed and took a sip of the blood Sakura had given me. I was surprised it tasted good. Normally, blood that wasn’t Jimin’s disgusted me. Sakura saw my astonished face and read my mind before I could ask. “No one here knows if you’re still bonded to Jimin. We do know that he hasn’t bonded with his fiance. He did think you were dead, so.” No one around me had ever said her name or even mentioned her. I don’t even know what she looks like. She wasn’t even present when the engagement was announced. “What happened that night?” I asked the group at large. The last thing I remembered was my own pain and the King's face. Sakura's face fell and I saw sadness in her eyes. Rose wiped her eyes and answered, “You burned everything and tried to kill yourself. I got there in time to stop the fire. It was rumored that you cast a spell to block everyone out.” I remembered wanting to die. The pain of not being with Jimin and having to live to see him with someone else killed me. I was sick and just wanted everything to go away. “Who knew you had that power? It took my father's intervention to break it. When he was able to get through, I ran in and tried to wake you up, but nothing worked. We thought you’d died, but Sakura came just in time with Jimin blood and fed it to you. It was a miracle. You came back to life.” I remembered feeling pain and everything going dark and then the sweet taste of his blood. “Then what happened?” “Since the King was there and found out about your deep bond to Jimin and was angry. He took you and made my father cast a spell to make you forget everything.” “It wasn’t the King that did it?” I always thought it was the king because he was my last memory. I was astounded that he wasn’t the one who erased my memory. “No, he can’t. Jimin can but the King can’t. It’s weird. How does Jimin have all of those abilities when he’s just a werewolf? Like, yes, he is a descendant of Nyx… but their gifts are still limited.” Rose was right. Jimin had to be something else. He could do things others couldn’t, making me wonder who he really was.
“So Uncle Ken was actually the one who erased my memory?“ I asked Rose. “Yes. He erased them and made you look dead. Father told us you weren’t, but you looked like you were for a while until you opened your eyes. We’d laid you on the bed just before Jimin ran in. Sakura and I were going to tell him the truth when he saw your body, but the King stopped us. He said that he was sorry and that you’d passed away. Jimin was beside himself. He ran to the bed where he held your body and cried. No one had ever seen him like that. He cried for days and shut himself away from the world.” Hearing that made your heart break. How could the King do that to his son? Break him and make me human just so his son can be with another girl. “When did he find out I wasn’t dead?” “The day you were taken from Mark,” Sakura said, “I ran to him and asked for help. I knew we weren’t supposed to tell him, but I wasn’t going let you die.” I understood what she did. Now I knew I didn’t miss much here; everything was still the same in some ways. Everyone was still in pain and hiding secrets to make themselves happy.
“Does that answer all of your questions?” Alexander asked. “Yes, oh Dark Prince, you have.” “Sorry, I’m not my brother,” he raised his hands in defense and I rolled my eyes. “Hey, let's go to the club tonight. I’ll tell the others,” Derek said, reaching for his phone. “Sounds like fun. Like the good old days” I smiled and got up. The club was a place where humans who knew about the underworld liked to go. Just like a regular club, you dance and you drink. But in this club, you can feed on humans… with permission, of course. That was the only rule. We could go have fun and let go of the rules of the underworld.
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bangtangalicious · 9 months
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nexus (m) part 4
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pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader
premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest
summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most
characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin
genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au
wordcount: 8.8k
warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst
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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.
Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.
Years locked away can change one’s perception.
Years left alone can brew resentment.
You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.
A grin tugged at his lips.
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The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.
Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly.  You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.
Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.
Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.
Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.
Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?
You. You were on Jin’s mind.
It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.
The irony.
It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.
He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.
And here you were.
Engaged. To be married. To be one.
Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.
He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.
The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.
Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.
Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.
Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.
Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.
His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.
He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.
“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.
“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.
You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.
He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.
“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.
You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.
Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.
He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.
You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.
“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”
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Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.
He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.
For your sake.
You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.
His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—
The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.
“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”
Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.
The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.
He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.
Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.
You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.
Jungkook’s gut twisted.
You didn’t.
He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.
In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”
Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.
“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.
Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.
Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”
You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”
 “Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”
“Oh I know”
Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”
Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.
“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”
Jungkook’s jaw tensed.
“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.
“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”
Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”
“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”
“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.
“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.
“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”
You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”
You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.
This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.
And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.
If Jimin had hurt you.
If he had taken advantage of you in someway.
Jungkook’s fists tightened.
Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.
“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.
“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”
“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”
“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.
Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.
He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”
“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.
You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.
“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”
“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”
You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.
“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”
“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”
“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”
You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.
“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.
“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”
Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.
Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.
“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.
He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.
Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.
Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.
Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.
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“Namjoon?”
The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.
Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.
“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.
“Hobi said you called so I came”
It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.
How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.
You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.
“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”
Still nothing.
“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”
“You killed Jin”
Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.
The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.
“Y/n please”
He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.
“You killed him and I loved him”
Perhaps those words stung even more.
Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”
He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.
“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”
Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.
“Tell me the fucking truth”
He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.
“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”
He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”
“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.
“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”
He bit his tongue.
“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.
“Well can you please come to the station after?”
“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.
Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.
“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”
“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”
“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”
He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.
“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”
He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.
“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”
“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.
Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.
“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.
“W-what?”
“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”
“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”
“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”
“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”
Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”
“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”
“That’s not what happened”
“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”
“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”
You receded in silence.
“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”
You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”
“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”
You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.
“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.
“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”
He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.
“Don’t”
A man’s voice came from the door.
“Please—don’t”
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Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.
“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”
“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”
Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.
“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”
“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.
“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”
“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.
Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.
“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.
“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.
“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”
“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”
Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”
Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”
“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”
“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.
“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”
“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”
Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”
“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”
“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”
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“Please—don’t”
Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.
Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.
Pain seared through your chest.
“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”
He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.
“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”
He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.
“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”
He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.
"Are you scared of me, princess?"
There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.
You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.
"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”
"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.
Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.
Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.
Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.
And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.
You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.
You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.
But where were you during his darkest days?
Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.
Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.
He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.
Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.
“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”
Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.
“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”
“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”
“Did you try and find out?”
You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”
“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.
“Well, Jin—”
“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”
“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”
“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”
“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”
“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”
“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”
He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.
“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”
He nodded lightly, sniffling.
“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.
You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.
“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.
He almost believed you.
Almost.
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It was a lie.
A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.
Can we not meet at the station?
You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.
Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.
“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”
Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.
You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.
You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”
Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”
You scoffed.
“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”
You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”
He nodded, absorbing every word.
“Wanna dance?”
You looked at him skeptically.
“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”
He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.
You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.
Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.
“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”
His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.
Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.
It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.
His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.
Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.
He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.
He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.
The space between you vanishing.
Inch by inch.
Until you swore you could taste him.
Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.
“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”
“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”
“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”
“Well did you get a confession?”
“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”
“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”
“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”
Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.
“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.
The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.
You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.
He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.
“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.
Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.
Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.
You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.
“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.
He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.
“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.
You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.
“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.
“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”
You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”
You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.
“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”
He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”
You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.
“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”
“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.
Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.
And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.
His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.
“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car.  Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”
“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”
He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.
Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.
“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”
You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.
He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.
“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”
You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.
You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.
Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.
“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”
You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.
Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.
His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.
He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.
“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”
“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.
He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.
“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”
Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.
Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.
He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.
You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.
Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.
Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.
“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”
Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,
“Jung Hoseok”
You stilled.
“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”
Shit.
“You acted like you didn’t know”
You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.
“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”
Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.
“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”
You remained silent, fuming.
“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”
You swallowed.
“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”
“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”
Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”
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P*$$Y Fairy // pjm
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read the title…
pairing: jimin x fem!reader
genre: one shot, quick smut, one take, unedited
word count: 2.3k
warnings: smut, extreme dirty talk, spit play, fingering, riding, oral, overstimulation, begging, exhibitionism, dom!jimin sub!reader, nipple play, degradation, dumbification, mild non-con (read at your own risk seriously)
note: This is really for me because I need park jimin right now, biblically, but enjoy if you want at your own risk. Playlists and other works in bio, or tagged under bts fanfic. Submit requests in bio. Yes the Namseok fanfic is still planned to come this Sunday, but who knows I might post it in the middle of next week. Have a great week nasties☆ -dubu
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As you and Jimin sat at a cozy corner table in the dimly lit restaurant, the warm ambiance of your engagement dinner filled the air. You had just savored the last bites of your delectable desserts, relishing in the sweet moments you shared.
However, as the evening came to a close, a flirty waitress approached your table, her intentions clear as day. Ignoring you completely, she leaned in toward Jimin and playfully inquired about the bill, her overt attempts at flirtation leaving you no choice but to dryly chuckle at the waitress's rather poor timing.
Unfazed, Jimin paid the bill without acknowledging the woman's advances, his unwavering devotion to you shining brighter than any fleeting flirtation.
“Did you see how she was practically hanging on you, Jimin?” You said slightly upset at the unwarranted encounter. “Yeah, I noticed, sweetheart. Trust me, it didn't go unnoticed. But you know I only have eyes for you, right?” Jimin said, reaching his hand across the table to rub yours. Admiring the diamond that rested on your delicate finger.
“I know, minie. It's just... It bothers me when people act like that, especially when we're out together,” you said quietly. You moved your hand away from his, grabbing your purse and standing up to leave.
“Y/N, babe. Where are you going?” Jimin said pushing up from the table with a huff. He pushed through the double doors easily catching up with you in the small parking lot. He screamed your name causing you to freeze next to your vehicle.
“You listen to me when I’m talking to you Y/N,” he pushes you against the car, not waiting for you to turn around. “I don’t care about that woman in there, I only need you my love, but you’re pushing your fucking limit,” you gasp out, Jimin’s hand coming in direct contact with your clothed pussy. Your legs shiver in the cool night air, miniskirt flowing effortlessly as the wind grasps ahold of you.
Jimin starts pulling your panties to the side, breathing heavily on your neck as he forcefully grinds against you. His lips are close to your ear, making the hair on the nape of your neck stand in anticipation.
“Look at you darling, already submitting to my touch,” he says whispering into my ear hotly. “This is mine, I’m gonna do whatever I want to you doll, right here where anyone can see you being a pathetic slut.”
Jimin doesn’t bother to give you a warning, he dips two fingers into your wet center, using his free hand to grab your neck. His rough calloused fingers sending you into a frenzy, you tried to stifle your moans, equally afraid and aroused at the thought of getting caught.
His fingers felt like fire inside you, you whimpered at the sweet pain of his unwanted intrusion. Your body betrayed you in every way, his breath was hot against your neck.
He started rubbing you torturously slow, the fabric of your panties pressing into your skin. You felt your arousal drip down your leg, whimpering at how exposed you felt. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck, biting and sucking near your collar bone.
You hissed at the stinging sensation, sighing as he licked over the forming bruise to sooth your sensitive skin.
“Look at how wet you are, such a slutty little thing,” he taunted, you could hear the mocking pout that grew across his plush lips.
You needed him, sinfully, your body reacted before your mind. You clenched around his fingers in desperation. He used his free hand to yank your skirt up, roughly turning you around to face him. He smirked arrogantly, relishing in the control he has over you.
Slowly, he ran his finger along the slit of your pussy, earning another string of pitiful whines from you. “What if we get caught sweetheart? Hmm? You like the idea of someone catching me knuckle deep in your cunt? MY cunt,” he said chuckling at the broken moan you choked out.
“M…minie I think someone’s coming please stop,” you say, trying to move his hands away from your body. Gasping as his grip tightens on your neck.
“Mm, I don’t think so.”
You tried to fight against him, when did his grip get so strong. He moved his hand from your neck, placing it over your mouth as he plunges his fingers back into your pussy.
“Look at how ready you are for me, honey,” he taunts, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your stomach tightening again in response to his touch.
He pins you against the car, ducking down as someone walks in front of your parked vehicle, his fingers moving at lightening speed.
You felt like a dirty whore, getting fingered in a dark parking lot by the man you loved most. He kneads his palm against your clit as his fingers work inside you, making your legs shake uncontrollably.
“Aw I know baby, you gonna cum for me?” He coos, caressing your pussy in a come hither motion, sending sparks through your body. You nodded frantically, clenching around his ring adorned fingers, crying out into his hand as he pulls away before your orgasm.
Your legs shake embarrassingly hard, the knot in your stomach slowly disappearing. “Too bad you have to wait,” he rubs your lower back lovingly, sticking his fingers in his mouth before opening the door for you to enter. You pulled your skirt down hastily, fearing someone would walk by and catch you half naked.
You climbed in quietly, body still reeling from Jimin’s assault. He closed your door quickly making his way into the drivers side door, and pulling out of the dark parking lot.
Your gaze couldn't help but wander to him. His hands, beautifully tanned and veiny, gripped the steering wheel with confidence. The soft moonlight played on his sharp jawline, casting enchanting shadows that accentuated his features.
Lost in admiration, you watched him focus on the road ahead, subconsciously squeezing your legs together as he licked across the plump flesh of his lips.
However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted as he pulled up to your home, reminding you of what was to come.
He turned towards you, tilting his head downward to look at you through hooded eyes. Your eyes widen in suspense, Jimin loving every second of how weak you are.
Even his eye contact was fierce, consuming you as if you were his prey. He eyes you a little longer before unlocking the car doors. He steps out, stalking around to open the door for you.
You don’t say anything, walking hand in hand with Jimin through the threshold of your shared home. Once your shoes are off, you’re being guided to your black sofa.
Jimin sits down coolly, eyes roaming your body carefully. With gaze fixated on your cleavage, he grabs your hand pulling you down to the floor. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, staring up at him through glossy eyes.
"You see what you did to me, darling," he rhetorically questions, pressing your hands onto his hard on. “Beg for it,” he breathes out calmly, titling his head to the side expectantly.
The warm feeling in your tummy coming back in waves of pleasure. You try to speak but can only muster a feeble whine.
“Look at you in front of me, so sexy. Now fucking beg for it Y/N.” He stared at you, waiting for you to defy him, ready to devour you.
Please…please minie, I need you so bad,” you said panting when he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly.
“Aww, you sound so pathetic, sweet thing.” He let go of your hair, eyes moving between his zipper and your face. You knowingly move to unzip his pants, a light brown suit tailored perfectly for his body.
He raises up letting you pull them down his muscular legs. Your mouth slightly agape as his dick springs free from its confinement. The pink tip already leaking precum, his size will always make your mouth water. He isn’t long but he’s really thick, girth easily stretching you nearly in half.
You took him into your mouth, choking before his tip could reach the back of your throat. Your eyes welled up with tears, he tasted sweet on your tongue.
He bit his lip as you swirled your tongue around his tip. Groaning and fisting your hair as you licked up the underside of his dick, paying extra attention to the prominent veins.
“Mmm, such a perfect mouth baby.” His hips started to jerk up, causing him to hit the back of your throat. You gagged in response, coughing around him.
You twist your hands around his shaft firmly, roughly sucking on his tip. He groaned your name lowly, hand gripping the soft cushion next to him.
He whimpered as you swallowed around his tip, using one of your hands to play with his balls. Giving them extra attention with how heavy they feel. You craved him dearly, wanting to drain him until you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, making you speed up.
“Look at me baby, look at me with my cock in your mouth.” He commands intensely, smiling at the tears falling from your eyes. He rubs his thumb across your cheek, swiping away the moisture.
He lightly slaps you on your cheek, signaling you to stop. You look up at him in confusion, pulling him from your mouth with a light pop.
He pulled you up by your arms, standing you up and instructing you to lay across his lap. Nervously, you climbed onto his lap, chest coming in contact with the soft black cushion to his right. Your knees rest on the cushion to his left, shivering as you felt a breeze under your skirt.
He unzipped your miniskirt painfully slow, pulling it down your legs and discarding it across the living room. Your panties joining them right after.
He removed the black tie from his shirt, strategically tying your hands behind your back. He ran his index finger down your back until he reached the base of your spine. Chuckling at your body’s reaction to him, you felt his cock twitch against your tummy. Slick against your soft skin, crying to be inside you.
“Such a needy Whore, so stupid and pretty, all for me.” He gushed, bringing his hand down and placing a firm slap on your ass. You hissed at the pain, feeling embarrassed at the arousal dripping down your leg.
“Just a dumb slut, and you’re all mine to use.” He delivered another slap to your ass, the sound echoing through your home. You cried out loudly, sobbing into the sofa cushion.
“I know, baby,” he coos, caressing your ass gently, the cool of his rings soothing your burning skin. He runs a finger between your cheeks, stopping just above the entrance of your core.
“You want me right here baby? Hmm?” He questions running his middle finger over your slit, collecting the wetness to taste. Moaning at the taste, he delivered a powerful slap directly on your pussy.
You screamed in pleasure, squirming on his lap uncomfortably.
“Stop moving and let me see where you need me.” He threatened in your ear, grabbing your throat pulling you backwards toward his face. He placed a kiss on your ear before letting you go, using both of his hands to spread your lips apart.
He moaned at the sight, staring until you felt uncomfortable under his watch. You could feel his eyes on your core, cool air making you clench around nothing.
“Such a pretty hole, Y/N. Gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” He placed his hands on your hips, carefully lifting you until you were upright on his lap, facing away from him.
He lines himself up and rubs against your pussy, you let out a strangled moaned, struggling against the fabric of his expensive tie digging into your wrists.
He pushes in slowly, you clench unbelievably tight around him, causing him to shudder. He’s so thick you can never fully adjust to his size.
He reaches around sloppily rubbing his index and ring finger over your clit, groaning at the contact you started to bounce on his cock. Taking every inch of his girth, feeling it in your tummy.
“Good girl, take my dick just like that.” He growled speeding up his tempo, rhythmically grunting with every movement. A melody of his name left your mouth, crying as his tip hit your sweet spot just right.
“Mm I love fucking you raw, such a nasty girl taking daddy’s dick like this.” You can’t think straight, the sound of him moving in and out of your pussy is so obscene. “So perfect, sweetheart.”
“Jimin,” you sob out, fighting against your restraints, needing to touch him.
“What do you want, baby?” He grunts in your ear. “Tell me Y/N, tell me what you need.”
You feel your orgasm building, your tummy tightening and tightening with his every thrust.
“Hmmfp…I’m gonna cum, minie please can I cum,” you begged miserably, feeling the stickiness of your love making coating both of your thighs. He pressed the pad of his finger to your clit, rubbing solid circles against you.
“Cum for me, Y/N.”
That’s all you needed to hear, shaking uncontrollably you came around his cock. Feeling his movements becoming sloppy as he twitches inside you. You whimper in pain, body over stimulated.
With a few more thrusts, he released inside of you, calling your name out repeatedly. You felt filthy, his cum leaking down his shaft as he lazily fucked into you, milking himself.
He untied your wrists, turning you around to place a kiss on your lips. Your lips molded together perfectly, fitting like missing puzzle pieces. You felt him grow hard again, making you shudder in fear. Too sore for another round but willing to go all night.
He picks you up and carries you to the kitchen table.
“We’re not finished, pet,” you moan his name, arching your back as he sucks harshly on your nipple.
The end.
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Tchaikovsky’s Tantrum
⮌ Summary: 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.
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⮌ Genre: Smut
⮌ Word Count: 2k
⮌ Pairing: VictorianEra!Jimin x Fem!Reader
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“My love.” He breathed into your hair, as if nothing else in the world mattered right now. It was you and him, two lovers entangled in the heat of passion. You had been exchanging longing glances before you took the first step and scuttled forward. After sundown, he promised. After sundown, he would be yours. And did he deliver. You knew he wasn’t lying. All those moments, the gazes. It was clear he didn’t think of you as the help. You hated being the mistress in the situation but his wife was just so callous. From the moment he walked through the doors, the horror began.
“You forgot to say goodbye,” or “I will not attend that boorish meeting, it is for hags,” or, “I will not touch what was sitting on the floor. I will need a new bag.” She was at least 8 years younger than him, but she acted like a child. He was only in his mid-thirties, and she, in her late twenties. They did not have a single child despite being married for about four years. It was uncommon to not have heirs which is why you suspected the motive of his infidelity. It was not like you were forced to either, the young Count was handsome, and you felt lucky to even gaze upon his face whenever he passed by. Just a glimpse was enough to get a pool forming between your legs.
You did not understand why his wife refused to carry out her duties as she slept in a separate bedchamber, and did not even once lay with him as long as you and the other maids had known her. Every person in the manor knew she was having many affairs. She kept it secret from him but a part of him also had to have known. You even saw one of the men leaving her room once. And it was NOT her husband.
Your relationship developed with time, as any natural relationship. It started one day when you caught his attention. You were cleaning the table and leaned forward and he looked at you a bit longer than usual. You thought he was absentminded and did not mean anything by the gaze. Yet, your mind wandered, and so did your hands, below your undergarments. 
You did enjoy the teasing. Once when you were cleaning the table, he leaned forward and grabbed your hand. His wife was reading a book so she did not pay mind. You looked at him, but you did not make eye contact. You simply…let him rest his hand on yours.
And then, the encounter. You were on your way to the maid’s quarters and about to pass by Lady Park’s room, when you saw the master of the house standing outside her door, his face pale and his blank as he listened to her muffled voice through the door. You knew he had to have heard an exchange she had with a lover, or that he had enough evidence that his wife truly did not feel an ounce of love for him. Then, he looked into your eyes. You saw that behind this Lord, there was a man…a man with emotions beyond what you thought were possible for him. His eyes glistened with tears.
You did not say a word.
The next day he did not approach you. He rather…waited. Then you ran into him again, at a different night, in the same place. He told you things, things that made your heart wretch. He did not have a friend behind these walls, simply people that used him. You did not wish for him to be alone so you kept him company. You started getting to know each other. Sometimes, he would make jabs and lighthearted conversation with you at the breakfast table, other times he would bring you to the foyer with the grand fireplace and tell you stories. 
And then one night…he kissed you. You were surprised, in the best way possible. That was when the affair started. Months after getting to know each other. You had made love countless times before but this time was different.
“J-Jimin.” He looked at you as you breathlessly whispered his name.
“Nobody will catch us, my sweet.” Your grip tightened on his arms as he rocked forward, his cock sliding up against your thighs.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me…” You said.
“Oh but I do. And now the fun begins.” He smirked, getting off you before grabbing the candle from the table and tilting it forward. You let out a small whimper as some of the wax splashed on your skin and dried.
“Ow!” You let out a cry.
“It’s okay, it hurts at first…but it’s fun.” He reassured you, but you were taking deep breaths. What if it was not just wax? What if you were marked?
“I see….the wax dries.” You chipped it off your skin. It was just dry residue.
“So…where would you like it?” He asked, biting his lip as a couple of drops spilled on his own hand. The kinky bastard.
“My chest…” You played with your breasts, squeezing your nipples while you looked at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, and he looked at you with desire.
“My, my. How pretty you look with wax all over your body. My perfect sculpture.” He dripped the wax over your breasts and they burned. You shut your eyes, knowing the worst part was already over. “You did amazing, honey.” He captured your lips in a quick kiss before helping pick off the wax with his hands.
“My…you’re a man of peculiar tastes, Jimin.” You tutted, but he caught on. You were enthralled with the man of the house, and he in turn, with you.
“Ah, but you still stay familiar with me,” He kissed your hair softly. “Not many women take kindly to having wax poured on them.”
“I try my best not to forget my place.” You sighed, reminding him again of your awful reality.
“My love, you are with me now. Behind the doors, there is no society. No one to tell us what is right from wrong. I do not have a marriage, it is simply a parchment of paper at this point. My heart lies with you, Y/N.” 
He was right.
The next day it was ten and three quarters, when Mrs. Park walked into the room, looking to be mad beyond her normal schedule. She looked right at you, but did not say a word. She scoffed and looked at her husband.
“You fucked someone, right?” She was furious. Jimin did not say a word, sighing from all the noise so early in the morning.
“What is it now?” He asked her, tired of his lady’s yelling.
“You can’t just fuck random girls when your main duty is producing an heir for the estate. I should be the only one you fuck now.” She said this all shamelessly in front of you, like she was putting on an act to make you reveal the truth. She was both vulgar and an embarrassment to the Park name. But no servant would dare tell that to her face, no.
“You’re right,” Jimin stood up, clearly annoyed with her behaviour now. “So why have you been fucking random men in your quarters every night? The entire house can hear you, you know?” Jimin said with a slight look of disgust on his face. You noticed how he was quick to also play the victim. He might have appeared faithful to his wife but little did the other servants—or Mrs. Park know. You were the only person that could call him out on his lie.
“So you knew,” She folded her arms. She meant to test him? “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” It was as if she was more hurt he didn’t find her out than the matter that she was unfaithful to him. These two were definitely not suited for each other.
“Because I have also been having an affair.” Your eyes widened at Jimin’s sudden confession, but you made sure to keep your composure. You were their breakfast maid, so you were the only one of the staff not dismissed.
“You’re such a bad husband,” Mrs. Park stormed off. “Make a baby with that bitch instead, then.” Jimin dismissed her, waving his hand at her as she angrily went to a different part of the house.
“I’m sorry.” He said after a while. He looked sad.
“Don’t be. We both know her words carry little weight.” You misspoke. Jimin flared his nostrils in anger as he banged his hand on the table.
“That is my wife! Her word is just as important as mine, if not more. Her purpose is to manage affairs of the house when I am not in. You have no right to weigh in on our household! You’re a maid.” Everything he stated was a fact, but it still hurt all the same. You did not let it show on your face. 
“Right. Sorry, Mr. Park. It won’t happen again.” You bowed and went to the servants’ quarters as you dismissed yourself.
“Wait, Y/N,” He followed after you. “I didn’t mean–Y/N stop!” He grabbed your wrist.
“Or what? You’re gonna fire me? Pray tell, Lord Park, what will you do when the lady finds that I was the one you were fucking while she let some asshole piledrive her last night? It’s not fair! It’s not fair that you aren’t allowed to be your own person.” She sighed, more angered by the situation and Mrs. Park than Jimin himself.
“I know, but she knows now. That means we have to be careful. I don’t want anything happening to you,” He bit his lip as he took your hands in his. “I love you.” It wasn’t the first time he had said those words to you but lately you have been feeling quite out of sorts.
“You say you do, but your actions suggest otherwise. Please, restrain yourself, Lord Park.” You pulled away first, and walked back alone. You felt bad but it felt good to do something for yourself for once. Lord Park was evaded successfully as you requested other tasks and had different maidservants sit in with him for breakfast. His wife had not spoken with him for a whole fortnight, and this had the whole town talking. Breaking the marriage was not possible for them. However, Lady Park had taken to seperating from him almost entirely. It was probably for the best, however Lord Park felt guilty. You knew he blamed himself for her unhappiness. 
You couldn’t do anything, though. You were a commoner. Not like that could help.
“My love.” He stopped you, just as you were taking a tray to the kitchen. He was in the hallway, and you felt perplexed.
“What are you doing here?”
“I live here.” He sighed, you knew right away he regretted his actions.
“Jimin, I didn’t want to see you.” 
“I know you’re mad at me but please–hear me out.” You decided to stop and set the tray on a side table.
“Before somebody sees us. What did you want to say?” You felt like this needed closure but what best than part ways? His wife knew he had an affair and maybe not all the details but you couldn’t risk being thrown out on the street. 
“I know I’ve been an asshole, but…I want you. I want us to continue being together because you keep me happy and grounded.” You parted your lips in a sigh.
“Listen Jimin, you know I have feelings for you too, but you upset me. I’m “just a maid.” You really hurt me.” You explained.
“I know, I’m an idiot. Please, just….stay with me?” You nod. 
“Okay, I’ll give you another chance. Just please…don’t let your wife catch on.” You said, holding his hand. You also needed this job, but you loved him. You loved him more than you cared to admit but it was so dangerous.
The next night came when you spent it in a barn, away from the servants or the nobles that may have been around. He made love to you as gently and sweetly as he always had, your saccarine angel. He was the Lord of the mansion, yes, but when you were lovers nothing else mattered.
“J-Jimin….” You moaned as his lips were hot on your neck.
“Y/N…you feel so good.” His voice was deeper, a rasp forming as he thrusted into you.
“Ahhh….” Your voice was light and airy.
“Mmmm.” He moaned as you kissed passionately, and with a few more pumps, he came undone. His hips slammed into yours repetitively. You felt your insides clenching, as he dug his nails into your waist, holding you in place. You needed him, your body arched back as he fucked you with a bit more force, and you took in as much as you could but much of that had been with the intent of stretching you out for him. Your body was burning with the desire of a thousand suns, especially as he stopped moving for a moment to let you readjust. You groaned as he put one of your legs over his shoulder and tried accessing you deeper, which worked.
As he worked you open, you felt your entire body loosen around him. You drooled as he gave you his thumb to suck and focused on fucking you as you deserved. You both needed this. 
“Ahhh, ahhh, Jimin….” You moaned his name as he grinned down at you. You knew he meant to fuck you right, but this was better than you expected.
“Fuck…you like that baby?” You nodded, in the heat of the moment sucking his thumb.
“Mmmm, Jimin.” You sighed. You felt a bundle of nerves fluttering as his hand moved down to your thigh and dug in as he pulled you even closer. Your arms went behind his back, as he pulled you so you were sitting upright. You kissed him, expertly sliding your tongue against his, tasting his cherry red lips and sucking his bottom lip, letting go with a “pop.” Jimin was good at fucking, but boy could you kiss the shit out of that man.
“I love you…” He whispered, kissing your neck as you moved your hips. You knew he was close, and so were you. You rode him with a desire to be filled, to have him as yours someday.
“I love you too,” You whispered. “I’m close.” You said, alerting him as he nipped your shoulders and left a few marks. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his teeth break the skin. His lips created a suction.
“Me too. Let’s cum together.” He whispered hot into your ear as he looked into your eyes, directly as you maneuvered your hips forward and back until you came undone, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Oh….ohhhhh.” You moaned, as he grinned while kissing you open-mouthedly. 
“Mmmmm, Y/N, you’re so tight,” He kissed your neck. “Good lord, you’re gorgeous.” He sighed, feeling sated as he came inside of you, his white hot semen spilling out of you and dribbling down your thighs as he pulled his cock out of your used hole. You kissed once more, before getting under the covers and getting some rest. When morning came, you would probably be getting a new job, or suffering the wrath of his wife, but at least you had his heart. That was what mattered the most now. You squeezed his shoulders as you laid with him. Who cared about what the morning held? What mattered now was the present moment. 
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Last Resort
Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader, Tae x Named Reader, Jimin x Jungkook
Word count- 4k
Includes- Riding, blow jobs all around, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, multiple orgasms, fluff
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Jimin POV
"Fuck Jo. Faster"
She nods, bouncing on my cock faster, pleasure hitting me hard
"Good girl", I answer, "Cum on me"
"Soon", she murmurs
"What do you need baby?", I ask
"Fuck me too"
I nod, gripping her hips and thrusting into her tight cunt
"God yes", she moans, both of us moving together
"Jimin....Jimin", she gasps, "Fuck Jimin"
I watch her cum on me, feeling the pleasure I get from it
So good
When she finishes, she moves off me, sitting on my stomach
"Tired", I smirk
"No", she snorts, "I'm getting off so you don't cum. Just in case"
I nod, "Good idea"
"Do you really think this is going to work?", she asks doubtfully
"It might. It's like our last resort. They don't fucking pay attention to any of our hints"
"They're so oblivious", she agrees
Jungkook and Tae
The two guys we love
She loves Tae and for me it's Jungkook
It's always been Jungkook
I had no idea I was bi until I met him
I've only ever been with her
My best friend who is also my friend with benefits
We came to the agreement we'd have sex years ago
I couldn't have a girlfriend or Jungkook but I'm still a guy and like sex
She didn't want a boyfriend who wasn't Tae but she's a girl and likes sex too
It was the best solution
We knew each other since we were kids, we know everything about each other and it was logical
We both knew it was just sex and who we loved
And we tried to help each other get the guy we want
Dropping hints, flirting, wearing sexy clothes
For her its more revealing clothes, for me it's tighter shirts and pants
Nothing works
They're both so dense
And her and I fuck our frustrations away
But this time we came up with a plan that hopefully will work
Fucking in the living room when both Tae and Jungkook are out, hoping they come in and catch us
Then we'd invite them to join us
Hopefully they say yes and this can lead to something else
If not then at least her and I can cum
"If it doesn't work I'm gonna riot", she mutters
I laugh, "What am I not enough?"
She narrows her eyes, "Oh shut up Jimin. Of course you are. But it's not the same as it'd be with Tae and you know it"
Yeah I know
It'd definitely not be the same as with Jungkook
I've never been with a guy before
I don't know what it's like or really what to do
But I'll figure it out
"Hey you're soft", she teases
"Well that happens when your cunt isn't around me. Or when your mouth isn't"
She rolls her eyes, moving off me, "Stand up"
I stand as she goes on her knees
She grips my cock, pumping it a few times to get me semi hard
Then she puts her mouth around me, sucking immediately
"Fuck", I moan, closing my eyes as pleasure fills me
As much as I want Jungkook, I do like having sex and getting blow jobs from her
Her cunt is so fucking tight, throbs so fucking nicely around me
And I love eating her cunt
She tastes good
I move my hand in her hair, holding on as she moves back and forth on me
"Good girl", I moan
I hear the door open, Tae and Jungkook's voices filling the hallway
Her eyes widen and I nod, "Keep sucking baby. I'll ask them ok?"
She nods, her mouth moving faster and I have to try hard to keep my eyes open
"Fucking hell", I hear Tae whisper
"Holy shit"
That was Jungkook
I look up at them to see their shocked faces as they stand in the living room
"Hey", I say casually
"Uh...", Tae says, his eyes on her
"Wanna join?", I ask
Tae's reaction is immediate
"I wanna fuck her", he yells, practically running to us, "Can I?"
She looks at him and nods
"Get undressed", I tell him
Jungkook just stands there looking around
'Please say yes', I think
Tae is already getting undressed so he seems into it
I'm not sure if Jungkook is into it and reluctant or wants nothing to do with it
"What can I do?", Tae asks desperately, his hands touching her body, feeling her up as he stays behind her
"Fuck you feel so good", he says in awe
I see her smile around my cock and honestly I'm happy for her
I have no clue if Jungkook is into guys but if she can get Tae then it's worth it
I know how much she loves him
He's all she wanted for so long
Since she met him
"Finger her. Make her cum", I tell Tae
His hand immediately shoots down, his long fingers instantly inside her
She moans loudly, he looks like he just won a gold medal, smiling so happily
I watch his fingers move in and out, his other hand squeezing her boob, playing with her nipple, pleasure on her face as she continues to suck my dick
Jungkook is just standing there, watching
"Kookie. Come help me suck Jimin", she breathes out heavily
Yes please
Please, please, please
"I...I don't know how", he says softly
My eyes snap to him, him biting his lip
"I'll teach you", she gets out
I don't tear my gaze away from Jungkook
"Ok", he whispers
Ok?
He said ok?
Oh my fucking God yes!
Yes yes yes
Oh fuck
"Take your clothes off Kookie", she instructs him
I watch in awe as he strips, his abs so pretty, his cock so big and semi hard
Guess this is turning him on
"Please cum for me", I hear Tae begging her, "Please please"
Looking back at them, I see the pleasure in her face, his hands moving fast, this thumb playing with her clit, his mouth giving her kisses all along her shoulder blade and back of her neck
Yeah they're definitely getting together
"Tae", she moans, shaking as she orgasms, her hand squeezing my hip where she's holding
"Yes baby, yes", he moans, giving her more kisses everywhere he can
"Come here Kookie", she says after her orgasm finishes
Jungkook comes closer, getting on his knees next to her
I'm so fucking excited
I can't believe this is happening
"Oh fuck", she cries, her nails digging into my thigh even more
I look down to see Tae laying on the floor, under her, his tongue buried in her pussy
And he's going at it like he's never eaten anything before
Her hand moves into his hair, holding on, pleasure all over her face
"Watch", she tells Jungkook
She licks from my base to my head, then takes my head in her mouth sucking
"Fuck", I moan
She moves down all the way, deep throating me, her head moving back and forth, sucking as she goes
"Oh god", I cry, the pleasure so good
She's moaning around my dick from Tae's tongue as well, the vibrations running up and down my spine
After a minute, she moves off, yelling Tae's name as she cums
Tae moans loudly, "So good. Fuck so good"
I know what he means
She does taste good
"More baby please", he pleads, his mouth around her clit sucking hard
"Fuck Tae, yes", she whimpers
"Ride my mouth baby. Please for me", he begs
I watch his tongue go right inside her, his hands moving her hips on his face
She moves, grinding on his face
Christ they're so into each other
I wanna be like that with Jungkook
"Llll...lick him Kookie"
I feel a tongue on me, my eyes snapping down to see Jungkook lick me
And I just get turned on to the max
"Put him in your mouth"
My eyes don't tear from Jungkook as I watch him finally, finally wrap his mouth around my cock
I never thought this fucking day would come
He sucks once and I moan so loudly, "Fuck"
"Suck more. Faster", she gets out
Jungkook's mouth moves faster, the sucks so fucking pleasurable
I hear her yell again and Tae praising her for tasting amazing while I'm lost in the pleasure from Jungkook's mouth
Slowly, I put my hand in his hair, softly playing with it
Suddenly Tae is standing next to me, moaning so loudly
Glancing over, I see her on her knees his cock buried in her mouth as she goes at it
"Fuck baby", he breathes, "You're mouth is fucking perfect"
It is
But for me, now Jungkook's is better
"Come on Kookie. Get him all in your throat", she urges, getting off Tae, him whining immediately
I could kiss her right now
I watch her push Jungkook's head down, my cock going in more and more
"Good job Kookie. Jimin has a big cock but it's so good to suck on"
She looks up at me, smirking and I silently thank her
Jungkook keeps going, getting me all in, choking a little
"Breathe Kookie. It's ok. It'll pass"
I watch Jungkook breath with my cock in his mouth, tears in his doe eyes
Good god, I could cum right now
"Good Kookie. Now move back"
She moves his head about half way down me
"Now go back up"
She pushes his head again, this time up
"Keep doing that until you get used to it. Then I'll tell you what to do next"
Jungkook moves his head up and down my cock, taking me in over and over again, the sight pushing me so much closer
God I'm in so much pleasure
I finally have him after years of wanting him
All the years of waiting and it was so worth it
"Now Kookie, suck his cock while doing that"
I feel a soft sucking motion at first, it getting stronger every suck and the pleasure intensifies
I really can't hold it much longer
Tae moans again and I know she's sucking him off again
He's holding her hair, fucking her throat while she takes it, sucking at the same time
This is fucking insane
Both me and Tae getting blow jobs at the same time
"Baby I'm gonna cum", Tae yells
That was quick
But I know from experience she's fucking good at oral
She's made me cum in less than a minute
And she's also made it last a long time too
She just knows when I needed a quick blow job or a long one and she did it
Now Tae gets to have that with her
While I get my Jungkook
"Joanne fuck!", Tae yells
I can't help but look at her, watching her swallow his cum eagerly, moaning
It's a turn on to see
"Tastes so good Tae", she praises him
Jungkook sucks harder, burying me in his throat again and again
"I...I...fuck", I moan, my cum shooting in his mouth, bliss taking over my body, my legs shaking
"Head down Kookie, take him all in", she instructs and he obeys
"Now swallow. All of his cum."
Jungkook swallows, his throat closing on my shaft, sending spikes of more pleasure through me
"Keep going. Jimin cums a lot"
Jungkook moans while swallowing and it's music to my ears
When my orgasm is over, Jungkook moves off me, licking his lips, spit all over his face
"Hyung tastes good"
My eyes pop out of my head
Holy shit, he really said that
I'm happy
Like stupidly happy
"Does Kookie want hyung to suck his cock too?", I ask looking down at his huge cock
I lick my lips, just imagining it in my throat
He nods and again I'm surprised
"Stand up Kookie"
He does, standing in front of me
Tae kneels down and picks her up, carrying her to the other couch
"Wanna fuck you noona"
"Yeah Tae, want it. Want you"
I'm glad he wants her
He takes her to the couch, moving on top of her
I watch him look down at her, running his fingers in her hair
Does he love her too?
He never gave any indication that he felt anything for her
Was he hiding it?
He leans down, pressing his lips to hers
Of course she kisses him back, her arms around his neck, both of them holding each other so closely
Her legs move around his waist and from her whimper and his moan, I can tell he's inside her
"So good baby", he whimpers
She nods, "Yeah Tae. You feel so good too"
He kisses her again, moving, thrusting inside her
"Hyung", Jungkook says softly
I turn back to him
"I didn't forget you baby", I tell him, "I'm just making sure Jo is ok"
He nods, taking my hand, "Please?"
I kneel down, hearing Jungkook's slight gasp, making me smile
His huge cock is in my face, so hard, standing straight out and leaking cum
God his dick looks so good
Pressing my tongue to his slit, I taste his cum and I knew, I knew he would taste this good
I've never given a blow job before and I just recall what Joanne does to me
Moving my tongue to his base, I slowly drag it up, along his underside, then swirling around his head, his gasps so loud
I smile, moving my mouth around his head and sucking soflty
"Oh my god", Jungkook whimpers, his legs shaking
I remember to be aware of my teeth as I suck more on his pretty cock
Wrapping my hand around his shaft not in my mouth, slowly jerking him off
His cock is heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth out but I love it
I finally have him, have his dick and I'm going to enjoy this
And make sure he does too
I take him more in with every suck, licking his shaft too
He took me all in and I want to do the same for him
His tip enters my throat and I choke right away, tears springing to my eyes
I can't do this slow
It has to be fast or it'll be hard
Ignoring the choking, I surge forward, burying his entire cock in my throat
I gag, spit falling from my mouth and around his cock, tears falling down my face
"Jimin, oh my god", he whines and that sound propels me to keep going
I suck on his massive cock, breathing through my nose, swallowing around his dick
His hands move into my hair, holding on as his eyes close, pleasure all over his face
All over his body
God he's fucking beautiful
And seeing him in pleasure is making me horny
Remembering how Joanne taught him, I move my head back down his length, then moves back up fucking him into my throat
"Jimin! Fuck", he cries
I bob my head, taking him back in, forcing my throat to relax against him cock
His cock throbs in my mouth and that fucking feeling is so hot, such a turn on
"I'm gonna cum!", he yells, "Jimin...I'm...Jimin!"
Hot delicious cum bursts in my throat and I swallow greedily, savoring the taste
"Oh fuck fuck, Jimin, fuck it feels so good! Jimin!"
The last of his cum spurts from his slit and I move down, sucking to make sure I get all of it, then move back, breathing in
"Hyung? Are you ok?", Jungkook asks, nervously
I lift my head, nodding, "Yeah Kookie, I'm fine"
He holds his hands out to me and I place them in his, him pulling me up easily
He comes into my arms, his face buried in my neck, his arms around my body
I wrap mine around him, holding him tightly, his skin so fucking soft against mine
"Hyung's hard again", he murmurs in my skin, my dick poking into his thigh
"I can't help it Kookie. It's you. You make me like this", I answer, wondering if I'm saying too much
But now that he's here, I just can't keep quiet
His hand wraps around my dick, stroking me softly, "I like that hyung"
"Yeah?", I tease, "You like that you make me hard?"
He nods, moving his hand faster, "You make me hard too Min"
That is something I've wanted to hear for ages
"When you dance and do those sexy moves. Fuck Jimin, I get so hard during practice and it's so hard to dance"
This is...amazing and completely unexpected
I had no idea he felt like that
"I know what you mean Kookie. I can't keep my eyes off you either. I'm always hard during practice"
I feel him smile into my neck, his hand going so fast, squeezing my cock as he moves
"Please hyung, wanna suck your cock again", Jungkook murmurs
"Yeah Kookie. You can baby"
Jungkook lifts his head, kissing my cheek, then my lips
I melt against his lips as his tongue slips in my mouth
I knew kissing him would feel like this
Like the best thing in the world
His kisses me so deeply, so desperately, his tongue down my throat, like he's never going to kiss me again
Which if everything goes right, he won't have to worry about
He can kiss me whenever he wants
His lips pull away from mine making me whine but he move to my neck, kissing down to my chest
And the whines turn into groans
When he gets to my tattoo, he kisses and sucks on the letters, leaving pretty bruises on my skin
He continues down, kissing and licking my abs
It feels so good, I'm going to have to do that to his
I want to make him feel good too
He slowly goes to his knees, kissing and licking my head
"Good boy", I praise him, getting off so much from watching him
He sucks me in his mouth, moving fast, pleasure blasting in my body
God it's only the second time he's blowing me but he's so good at it already
He really is a fast learner
He's not called the golden maknae for nothing
I remember that Joanne is here and I look up for her, to make sure she's ok
She's on Tae's lap, bouncing hard on him while he thrusts up into her
"Like it noona?"
"Yes Tae", she moans, "Fuck your cock is the best"
Tae moans loudly, "Please cum on me again noona. I need it"
She nods, bouncing faster
Jungkook sucks hard on me and I immediately look down
He's looking up at me with his huge beautiful doe eyes
"Watch me hyung", he whispers
I nod, "I will Kookie. I'm just looking to see where Jo is"
At that moment she yells loudly,
"Yes Taehyung, oh baby yes"
Both Jungkook and I look at them
She's coming on him, and he's looking at her as if she is the best thing he's ever seen in his life
"He loves her so much", Jungkook says
"He does?", I ask, kinda surprised
If I didn't see the way he is with her today I wouldn't think so but he's showing it now
Jungkook nods, "She's all he thinks about. He's wanted her for so long"
"Then why hasn't he ever said anything?"
"Because he was worried about you"
Me?
Why me?
I look at Jungkook, confused
"He didn't know if you'd want him to date your best friend at first. But then after you two started having sex he thought you two had feelings for each other so he didn't say anything.", he elaborates
Shit
I didn't think about that
Now it's a no brainer that he and Jungkook would think we're together or we love each other
Obviously that's what it looked like
No wonder he didn't respond to any of her hints
He thought she was with me
"He was so jealous of you. Anytime she was around you, even just sitting next to you, he was crazy with jealousy. He wished she would see him."
"She did", I answer, "He is all she wanted since she met him. She loves him so much. She dropped so many hints, tried flirting but he didn't get it"
"He did. He thought that's just what it was. Flirting. Because he thought she was with you"
I shake my head, "It was just sex."
I watch her move on him, the pleasure all over his face as he calls her name
He holds her on him and I know he's coming inside her, both of them whimpering
"Then they can be together", he states
I nod, "Yeah"
"He wasn't the only jealous one"
My eyes move to his immediately, hope in my heart
"What do you mean?"
"I was jealous too"
Jealous of who?
Me or her?
"You wanted her too?", I ask, going with the safe option
Just because he's doing this now doesn't mean he wants to be with me
"No hyung", he says softly, "I wanted you"
I hold my breath, hoping I'm not hearing things
"Me?"
He nods, standing up, holding my hand
"Look I'm not going to pretend I know what I'm doing. Or why I feel this way for you. I never thought of another guy this way. Only you. I never wanted a guy like I want you. It's scary for me. But I want you to know this...this isn't just a one time thing for me"
Oh god yes
"I love you"
My heart bursts in happiness
Pure unadulterated happiness
"I don't know when I started feeling this way for you. All I knew was that I was so jealous when you were with her. Hearing you two killed me and Tae. That's why me and him were always together. We could talk to each other about our feelings. Our jealousy. Our wish that both of you would see us. Want us"
"I do Jungkook. I want you. She wants Tae. Both of us were just with each other for sex. Me and her...we used to come up with ways to drop hints to you two but nothing ever happened. This whole thing today...we planned this"
His eyebrow raises, "You did?"
I nod, "Yes. We thought that if you two would walk in on us and I invited you to be with us, you both would and we would be with the one we love, hoping more would happen. This was the last resort. The last try we were gonna do"
"Well it looks like it worked for them", he says, nodding at the couch
I look and see her laying in Tae's arms, both of them looking at each other, softly touching each other
Tae smiles at her, "I love you"
She had the biggest smile on her face and she tells him she loves him
I'm so happy for them
They both deserve each other and deserve to be happy
I can't think of anything better than my two best friends in love
"Yeah it did", I answer, looking at him, "And for us?"
"I'd say it worked. If you want to be with me", he says
I nod, "Yeah I do"
He smiles his beautiful smile and my heart melts
"I want to be with you too Jimin"
Nodding, I pull him to me, crashing my lips to his, kissing him hard
He responds, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me against him, his arms around my neck, mine around his body
"Come to my room hyung", Jungkook whispers
I nod, "Yeah. And Kookie, it's not hyung anymore. Just Jimin"
He gives me a shy bunny smile as he nods
He takes my hand and we both turn around to head to his room, just as Tae stands, picking her up
"Nap time pumpkin", he says softly as he carries her out of the room
"Mmm ok baby", she says sleepily
The door to his room closes, Jungkook looking back at me and smirking, "Bet they won't sleep for long"
I chuckle, "Oh no, they're going to be at it all day and night"
"Like us?", he asks, hopefully
"Definitely like us", I smile
With that he tugs my hand, leading me to his room
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mysinsforbts · 1 year
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Jimin baby I be feeling the last few days like I need you to fuck me till I can't move or walk please can you i know you're busy a lot but please daddy jimin I need this
"What a needy other half I have~",
a chuckle left jimin's mouth, walking towards you. Slowly, step by step. What an intimidating sight. As he continued to speak the look in his eyes got darker,
"Don't worry daddy is never to busy to ruin his precious babe! Actually it has been on my mind for a while now.. seeing you..",
jimin paused, now standing infront of you. A hand gently lifting your chin up. Biting his lip at the sight infront of him,
"with your eyes rolled back, your mouth drooling..",
he continued to speak as he caressed his thumb over your lips,
"the only thing you can say is my name and your legs are shaking! What a truly stunning sight that would be! Soo~ Do you want to do it now? Right here?~",
jimin had leaned down to ear, whispering with a seductive voice. You two were at home, yet it felt like you were in public, hiding an embarrassing secret. Jimin's effect on you was really something huh?~
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(Sorry about the ending jjdjf )
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strwberrytae · 1 year
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Bondage [M]
✦ characters: jimin x reader ✦ summary: a sensual drabble regarding bondage and a very needy Park Jimin. ✦genre/words: pure smut, just straight to the point | 340
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A moment in time, hidden under soft moans escaping his lips; a fine line is crossed. The feel of silk against his skin is not alarming but soothing. The complete illusion of darkness takes over; dipping him into a world of another darkness he’s craved for so long. The impure transformation of his deepest wants and desires into a beautiful reality.
Sitting bare before you, kneeling; perfectly trained and hungrily awaiting. A hard cock, rosy and swollen with the desperate need to be touched. The tip lubricating itself with its own arousal and longing for a release. All other senses heighten as time passes in this new found darkness. His senses allow him to envision you hovering above to straddle his legs. A sharp, delicious gasp passes through his lips as your hands grab a hold of his shoulders - yet you do not fully take a seat upon his lap.
Touch me. Please. Let me feel you. Let me fuck you.
Clicking tongues in dissatisfaction with a devilish smirk across your lips. The bounds around his wrists are tugged once again as he reaches to grab you; yet again sustaining him from doing so. Your fingers grab a hold of his chin so his blinded eyes can look your way.
His plump lips let a shaky breath escape.
Slowly lowering onto his hardened cock; solid and naked against your walls. Rolling and grinding, bouncing and gliding. Power bottom thrusts meeting your dominant ride. Gasping and moaning, screaming and whining. Begging and pleading as walls collide and twitching ensues. Plump lips sucking and kneading your neck as the grand finale approaches. Exploding inside of you as you wither and convulse - this eclipse taking over and blinding your senses to zone in on the orgasmic bliss at hand. Shaky breaths merge into one as the movements slow and the climax plateaus. Removing the blindfolds to reveal a hazy and sated pair of eyes. Those beautiful lips part to grace you with those four words you’ve craved the most -
Take me, I’m yours.
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