#jimin x male reader
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AGORA HILLS
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summary: you and jimin are in a fwbs relationship until things take a turn and feelings get involved.
pairing: global pop star m!reader x model!jimin
warnings: fully self indulgent (sorry not sorry), cheating, frottage, lots of kissing, oppa kink, pet names (princess, baby etc), oral (jm & reader receiving), feminisation (reader calls jm’s hole a pussy like one time), fwbs turned… well it’s complicated, reader is a literal ass to his fiancée lmao, manipulative reader, some teasing, confessions, unintentional subspace, jm is so smitten, so is reader tbh, ass eating fr, bareback (pls use protection ppl), breeding kink
Your phone vibrates in a continuous loop—an indicator of a call that remains silent within the four walls of your sumptuous bedroom, currently accompanied by the body of your sleeping fiancée next to you.
The clock in the top left hand corner of your screen reads 01:37am. It’s not late, but it isn’t exactly early either, and honestly, if it were any other person on the line except for him, you may have just popped a vessel or two, thumb lifting up to caress your brow line as you get up and head somewhere downstairs.
Jimin knows you very well, probably better than your own oblivious fiancée and even your friends, and for that reason, he also knows he gets to get away with this every time.
“Hm.” You grunt once you pick up—your way of letting him know you’re listening and that you’re there when you’re not in the mood to talk. Jimin sighs heavily on the other side.
“Are you still mad at me?” He asks, a pout clearly evident in the tone of his voice. When he receives nothing but silence from your end, he continues, “Baby,” and his voice is sweet—honey sweet with drops of dark chocolate, a rich, breathy note that sings its way into your veins. It’s a tone he only ever uses with you, but even that had become meaningless in the face of greedy fingers pulling another man close to him tonight.
There’s some shuffling on his end of the line before he speaks again. “Are you not planning to talk to me at all? I called because I missed you, wanna hear your voice.” he says, and you hear more shuffling, a light vibration crackle through the line. Your eyes fall onto the glittering moon as it reflects against the still waters of the pool, your body leant by the pillar holding up the entrance to your backyard.
“If you’re gonna call me to apologise, at least have the decency to try and hide your horniness,” You comment, voice low, but the corner of your lip twitches upwards, until it doesn’t, because Jimin mewls, inhaling small breaths of air, and the sudden rush of arousal goes straight to your dick.
“Are you playing with yourself right now?” You ask, fingers resting on your chest to scratch through the cotton fabric lazily. Jimin doesn’t answer, instead you receive a sharp exhale from him before he whimpers. “Answer me, kitten.” You demand, voice firm, and he whimpers again at the use of the pet name.
“I have to,” He gasps out, “Since all these men around me have gotten so useless lately.” and he says this as a jab to you—not in the sense that you’re not good in bed, because fuck, Jimin doesn’t think he’s even seen a cock half as impressive as yours, stamina eye widening. He says this because he misses you, wants you, needs you, wishing to irk you into action, but your stubbornness always overpowers his pleas, even now.
“Mm, have fun with your little toy then.” You tell him, and Jimin picks up on the finality of your tone, knowing you were soon going to end the call and so he has no choice, pulling out his last resort.
A sniffle filters through to your ear within seconds, and your eyebrows knit together, understanding exactly where this is going. “Are you serious?” You growl lowly, voice rough and cracking through your meticulously crafted facade. This is a regular Thursday for him, an act of vulnerability that shouldn’t affect you so much after its tireless misuse, but this is Park Jimin. And you’re you.
“It didn’t mean anything,” his voice trickles with something you’re unfamiliar with—it sounds honest, almost regretful. “She was clinging to you all night. Y-you wouldn’t even look at me. I couldn’t think of anything else. I just… I wanted your attention.”
Your fingers cascade through your hair, your resolve breaking with a sigh. It wasn’t exactly a lie; Jimin was right. Your fiancée was being clingier than usual at Jung Hoseok’s album launch party tonight, and she was never the clingy type. Perhaps the threat of endless socialites was too grand, or maybe she simply wished to show off her man in an unfamiliar crowd, wanting to feel like she actually belonged. Either way, Jimin noticed and was clearly affected by it.
“She’s my fiancée, sweetheart.” You didn’t know what else to say. It’s not as if the arrangement between you and Jimin meant anything. You were just fuck buddies—someone the other could use for stress relief and to maybe complain about your actual relationships from time to time. That’s all you are, or were supposed to be, because Jimin doesn’t like your reply.
“Come see me.” He demands instead, blunt with a layer of desperation seeping in. It’s been nearly a week since he saw the last of you, soothing the itch of separation that burns beneath his skin through gentle and excited reminders of your long awaited encounter at Hoseok’s party.
He did not wait a week for you to ignore him. He did not wait a week to watch you guide your pretty little fiancée out of Hoseok’s lavish venue just because she couldn’t handle her alcohol too well.
“Jimin-” You start, but he cuts you off quickly, already aware of the words of rejection sitting on the tip of your tongue. But you should also know, he isn’t one to give up so easily, and he knows exactly what gets you going.
“Please, oppa.” He begs, a pitched whine that you can envision on his pouty lips that immediately shuts you up, erasing any previous plans of denying Jimin his demands. “Need you to stretch me out on your cock, need to let everyone know they’ll never be able to accommodate me like you do. I need it.”
See, usually when your brain’s in charge, moments like this… those days where Jimin is extra needy and sultry with his words, they don’t affect you. But tonight, after all of the shit with your fiancée practically ruining your time out with your friends, your dick is starting to take hold of the reins, twitching and leaving behind a feeling of tightness in your loose joggers.
“Fine. I’ll see you in ten.”
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please.” Jimin cries, pressed up against the wall to his bedroom, desperately wishing to grind back into you who licks a long stripe up his neck. You nibble on his earlobe, lips ghosting the shell of his ear.
“God, yes,” Jimin moans as your hands roam over his body, pulling his back flat against your chest. He can feel your cock pressing against his ass, seeking more friction as you grind against him. “Please, stop teasing.”
You chuckle softly before spinning him around, slamming him against the door with enough force that it rattles in its frame. Your mouth is hot and wet against his as you kiss him deeply, exploring every inch of his lips and tongue, tasting him, owning him.
His eyes flutter shut, mouth falling open in a soundless, vulnerable offer, submitting himself to you as you continue to tease him, fingers digging into his hips, nails scratching lightly against his skin.
The intensity between you both is undeniable, electric sparks crackling in the air as desire consumes you whole. Jimin's mind goes blank as your lips move to trail down his neck, his fingers digging into your shoulders in order to hold himself upright. Each touch from you ignites new flames within him, threatening to engulf him utterly.
You retract, lips glistening with spit and saliva as you grip his chin, breath heavy on his lips. “Look at me.” You demand, and he looks up at you with wide eyed innocence, mind hazy, hands desperate to hold you tightly against him. “What do you want, baby? Do you want oppa’s cock?”
He’s like putty in your hands, melting under your every touch as he nods desperately. “Yes,” He breathes out, voice husky with need. “I want everything oppa has to offer.”
You smirk, wickedness dancing in your gaze as you grasp onto his waist, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. His legs wrap around your hips as you carry him towards his bed, every step sending shivers through his entire being. He’s missed you so much. He tells you exactly this.
“I missed you too, baby,” You reply and it’s honest.
As soon as you lay him down, he spreads his thighs eagerly, inviting you closer. With hunger in your eyes, you crawl between them, tracing circles along the insides of his knees before slowly dragging yourself upwards, placing a lusty kiss upon his lips as his fingers entangle themselves in your hair, tugging harshly at the roots.
Jimin gasps as you break away from his lips, trailing kisses across his jawline and down his chest. Everywhere your mouth touches sends jolts of pleasure throughout his body, leaving him panting for breath. As your teeth graze the sensitive skin beneath his collarbone, he arches his back, begging for more.
Your hand wanders lower, skimming over the fabric of his pants before dipping inside. The rough texture of your palm strokes against his hardened cock, making him groan loudly. Your other hand reaches up to pinch and twist his nipples, drawing sharp intakes of breath from him.
Jimin grips onto the sheets, trying to steady himself as waves of sensation crash over him. “Oppa,” he whines, clutching onto your arm. “Don't stop.”
You coo, using your free hand to quickly pull out your own leaking cock from your joggers, pressing its larger size against Jimin’s own smaller one. He whimpers as he looks down, and you guide both of his hands to wrap around your cocks. “You can take over for me for a little bit, can’t you?”
It’s not even a question that needs answering as Jimin sits up, reaching over to his nightstand to grab some lube, tearing it open and immediately lathering both of your cocks. His thighs rest comfortably over yours, toes curling as he begins jerking. You hum, watching his small hands struggle to hold you in place as you strip yourself of your shirt and discard it onto the floor. Jimin’s breath catches.
“Have you upped your workout regime? You look even bigger than last time.” He says, practically drooling at the way your biceps stretch and flex with every move. His eyes trail along every part of you; from your broadened shoulders to your heavily developed pecs, you could simply consume him whole.
“If I don’t work out, who’s gonna protect you?” You ask, and he perks up at that, hands stuttering their ministrations for a second before speeding up. Clearly, he likes that you seem to think about him outside of your little get togethers, cheeks colouring pink. Your hand wraps around his wrist then, before you flip him around onto his stomach, fingers digging into his hips as you hold his ass up in front of you.
“And if I don’t protect you, then perhaps any old bastard’d get access to this, no?” You continue, voice low and dripping with a hint of venom. Jimin’s hole puckers at the recollection of your jealousy; a little apologetic but satisfied with the effect he now knows he has on you.
“Oh, you like that?” You spit on his hole, thumb rubbing gentle circles around the rim, stretching it just a little bit so you can get a better view inside. Jimin whines, head turning to look back at you.
“No teasing, oppa.” He pleads once more, already pretty sensitive from his earlier play session. You ignore him however, spitting onto his hole again before you shove your tongue inside to get a taste. Jimin’s fingers curl around silk sheets, bunching up the fabric as he pushes his ass back, trying to meet you halfway. “Yes, yes, yes. Like that. Just like that, please!”
Your hands move to spread Jimin’s ass cheeks apart, squeezing and kneading the flesh as you shove your tongue in deeper. The slide is easy, his hole gaping and ready to be used but you want to prolong the foreplay, want to spend every extra second in his welcoming embrace. “What a desperate little bitch in heat. It’s like you can’t function at all without a cock in you, huh?” You mock, slapping his ass. He squeaks at the impact, head lolling onto the mattress.
“Not just any cock. Your cock. Can’t live without oppa’s cock, want it all to myself.” He says, and his voice slips into shy territory, attempting to bury his reddened cheeks with the silk sheets. You pause, catching the change of tone, and what would usually be harmless dirty talk seems to take a different connotation for Jimin.
“All to yourself?” You move away from Jimin’s ass, climbing over to press yourself firmly on top of him, holding most of your weight up with your arms so as to not crush the younger. Jimin can barely make eye contact, continuing to hide his face within the sheets.
Your head settles within the crook of Jimin’s neck, your hand reaching down to rub your cock between his ass cheeks in a steady rhythm as you nibble on his tan skin. “What’s wrong? You can’t look oppa in the eye when you make confessions now? Look at me, baby.” And your hand wraps around his throat, tilting his head up to make eye contact, foreheads pressed together.
“I want you to myself. I want you to stay the night.” He confesses, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. It’s not something you’re used to; his shyness, his insistence on your time, but you’re already in a state of mounting bliss, cock now positioned against his hole. You insert it in without much warning, earning a surprised scream from Jimin, but before his head can pull away, your hand reaches up to keep it in place, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.
“I’m all yours, princess. Oppa will stay the night if it makes you happy.”
And that moment there—that is probably the start of when boundaries really began to blur.
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“I just don’t like the way he clings to you. I think you should set some boundaries, don’t you think?” She asks, chopping up some carrots. It’s a casual slip in, her obviously thinking she was acting quite nonchalant about it as to not create a scene. You hum, scratching your ear as you read through the setlist your manager had sent to you. “I mean, I know he’s your friend, but last time when we went to Jieun’s party everyone was commenting about how close you two seemed. Some of them even thought you were dating! I mean, isn’t that crazy?”
You settle back in your seat on the couch, switching channels on the TV as you reply to Hoseok’s message about covering a dance challenge later and then Namjoon’s invitation for his first night out as a newly single man. Your fiancée continues rambling in the background.
“It’s just… strange. When was it that you got to know him? He acts like he’s known you for a lifetime. Every now and again is fine, but-” She finally looks over at you, pausing when she realises you’ve been paying her no mind, “Oppa!”
Rolling your eyes, you finally turn to look at her. “What?” You grumble, switching your phone off. She huffs like a little child and you simply raise your brow. “Well? What?”
“Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying at all this entire time?”
You shrug, gaze turning to the TV upon hearing Jimin’s name on the presenter’s lips. The man’s discussing the upcoming Paris Fashion Week and Korea’s anticipation for Jimin’s appearance. Your diverted attention simply irks your fiancée even more as she storms over to you in order to grab the remote before switching the TV off altogether.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed. She crosses her arms over her chest, visibly upset.
“Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say?” She exclaims. “Your friendship with Jimin-ssi has become unhealthy. I don’t want him coming between us. You need to make sure there’s a clear boundary between your personal life and your professional one.”
You scoff at the ridiculousness spewing out of her lips, averting your eyes as you grab yourself a cigarette from the pack on the coffee table. “Personal? Professional? Like you said, he’s my friend. We’re just close like that.” You dismiss, pulling the lighter out of your pocket.
“But your behavior around him is different,” She says firmly. “You’re always making excuses to spend time with him, canceling plans with me or avoiding social events because you don’t want to be away from him for too long.”
“Now you’re just making shit up.” You comment, beginning to stand up. You make your way over to the balcony but she follows you, exasperated.
“I’m making shit up? Are you serious? Everyone can see it! Your friends see it, my friends see it. The media sees it, so why can’t you?”
Lighting your cigarette, you inhale deeply, your eyes drifting down to the ends of the cigarette burning lightly in your hand. Everyone sees it?
“People like to stir up drama. Especially about guys like me, sweetheart. You should know this.” You tell her, bringing the cigarette back up to your lips. She stays silent for a second, and you hope she’s finally settled down until her voice reaches your ears once more, triggering the oncoming symptoms of a headache you’d rather not deal with.
“They’re only stirring up drama because you’re giving it to them on a silver platter. You need to stop spending so much time with Jimin-ssi. Or at least stop letting him cling to you the way he does.”
As you exhale another puff of smoke, you can feel your temper starting to flare up. “What’s wrong with spending time with my friend? And what do you mean by ‘cling’? That’s just his personality.”
Your fiancée throws her hands up in frustration. “You’re not listening to me! I’m saying that it’s too much, that your friendship with him is crossing a line and I don’t feel comfortable with it. Can’t you see how it affects our relationship?”
You let out a sigh, flicking the cigarette butt over the balcony railing. “I understand that you’re uncomfortable with it, yeah? But I’m not cutting him out of my life like that.” You reply calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. “Jimin’s been there for me through a lot of shit, and I’m not going to throw away our friendship because of baseless rumors.”
Your fiancée looks at you, her eyes pleading. “I’m not asking you to throw away your friendship, I’m just asking you to set some boundaries. And maybe spend more time with me instead.”
You nod, but your internal feelings to defend Jimin still bubble in your chest. “I’ll try to find a balance, alright? But you need to trust me. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise our relationship.”
Your fiancée nods, a bit of relief on her face. “Okay,” she says quietly. “I trust you.” You pull her into your arms, holding her gently.
“I love you,” You whisper, kissing her forehead.
But one has to wonder just when did it become so easy for you to lie like this?
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“That’s right, baby. Keep going. Good, good boy.” You hiss lowly, fingers tangled within Jimin’s head of hair as he bobs his head, sucking your cock past his plump lips messily, hollowing his cheeks.
You bite back a groan, hips thrusting up, slow and steady before they pick up pace, fucking Jimin’s throat like it’s your own personal fleshlight. “God, your mouth. I fucking love your mouth.” You growl, and he looks up at you through thick wet lashes, fingers running along your thighs in an encouraging manner.
“Take it all, princess.” You hold his head still, pushing in deeper as his eyes roll back from every extra inch of your cock that invades his throat. His muffled moan vibrates through your cock and you stroke his cheek, getting him to look up at you with pleading eyes.
“So pretty like this. You’re so good, always helping oppa relieve his stress.” You whisper, and he moans again, nodding, always willing to help. His lack of a gag reflex means you can continue to push his head all the way down and he lets you until his nose presses against your pelvis, cock buried fully within his warm walls.
You hold him in place for a hot minute, head settling back against the couch as you shudder, lips parted, swallowing hard as your fingers brush through his hair. Jimin’s hand moves to fondle with your balls, mouth dribbling the longer he holds your cock down before you pull him off and he heaves.
It only takes a moment before he’s back to appeasing you, licking long stripes up your cock, cheek pressed against your thigh. “Oppa,” he babbles, breathless and needy, and you understand fully as you guide him up to sit on your lap. He immediately presses his lips to yours, shoving his tongue down your throat. You can taste the remnants of your come through the kiss, fingers digging into his perked ass cheeks, spreading them apart.
“You want it that bad?” You query teasingly, eyebrow raised with a lazy smile. He presses himself closer to you, wiggling his ass against your cock as he nods desperately, nibbling on your bottom lip for another taste of you. You hum, pulling away with a tsk. “Words, sweetheart. What did I say about using your words?”
“Oppa!” He cries out with a pout, actual tears forming along his lash line, “Please. I’ve been good. Can’t cum without oppa’s cock. Can’t cum without you in me. Can’t do it. Please.” He begs, giving you much more than you’d asked for, and it satisfies your ego immensely, fingers cascading down the front of your shirt that drapes over Jimin’s figure before sneaking underneath it to run them along the smooth expanse of his skin.
“You have been a good boy, haven’t you? Go on then.” You jut your chin out and his being fills with vibrance, hand reaching back to position your cock against his entrance, but choosing to get payback for your little teasing seconds prior by rubbing his already lubed ass against your hardened length, only ever pushing your tip in slightly before pulling out.
You growl, lips curled down slightly. “Baby, are you playing games with me right now?”
He smiles, eyes turning into little crescent moons as he pecks your lips, his free hand coming up to rest on your shoulder for balance before finally he plunges himself down onto your cock, earning synchronised moans from the both of you.
Jimin’s head nestles itself into the crook of your neck, giving you access to skin that you suck on gently, wishing to form generous marks of your time together before he moves away, shaking his head. “No marks, oppa. The makeup noonas get mad.”
You tsk, although you try to compose your disappointment. Jimin still seems to catch onto some sense of it however, because he’s quick to comfort you, hands cupping your cheeks as he gyrates his hips slowly. “Don’t- don’t be mad. You’re the only one that gets to have me like this.”
“I better be.” You grumble, but Jimin’s insides swell with pride when he notices the way your attention catches at this information. It’s news to you, having thought Jimin would be seeing plenty of other guys in his spare time aside from you but he isn’t.
You’re his favourite. His only one.
“Does oppa like the thought of having me to himself~?” He asks, lips grazing gently against the shell of your ear. He nibbles on it, earning a hum from you as your hands rest on his petite waist, squeezing.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Guess you’ll never really know, will ya?” You chuckle when you feel him pout, his tight walls clenching around your cock. He wraps his arms around your shoulders.
“I’m not moving until you tell me.” He says stubbornly. You pretend to huff, fingers lifting to guide him to face you as you caress his cheek with softened eyes.
“Baby,” You begin, and Jimin perks up, eyes wide with anticipation as he nods, urging you on. He’s so excited thinking you’re going to admit his impact on you until he blinks and suddenly you’re on top of him, having flipped your positions with ease. “You should know better than to provoke me.”
His arms still hold onto your shoulders loosely, and it takes him a minute to register what had just taken place before he whines like a little child, thrashing beneath your weight. “I hate you.” He huffs after failing to push you away, pout deepening as he turns his head. You thrust in and out of him slowly, watching the way his face contorts immediately and his lips quiver, trying his hardest to hold back even the subtlest hint of pleasure until his back arches once you bottom out, nails digging into your delts.
Your hands rest on either side of Jimin’s head, held up by the arm of the couch as you lean down. “I love you.” You whisper, thrusting in deeper, harder, and Jimin tenses at the sudden confession. His thighs loosen and tighten around your waist all at once, almost as if he’s unsure of reality itself. He’s zoned out for a moment, eyes glazed over and then he starts to cry—fresh hot tears stream down his face as he looks up at you, and the look in your eyes is so pure and unfiltered, so full of vulnerability that it makes him cry harder, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible.
“Again.” He pleads, legs spreading wider now, heels digging into your ass to push your cock further into his depths. You press your lips to his in a hot passionate kiss and he responds enthusiastically, nails scratching roughly along your back. “Please. Please say it again. Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” You tell him again, obliging to his every whim as your slow and powerful thrusts turn to honest lovemaking. His cock twitches at the admission, pre-come leaking out which accompanies pretty, flushed cheeks.
You kiss his tears away one by one, cooing at the way he seems to take on a more docile and dependent role as opposed to his usual bratty one. You’ve even witnessed him on his more desperate days where he’ll do anything just to grab your attention, but not this. This was something different.
“Baby,” You call out to him, hand cupping his cheek. He simply nuzzles further into your touch, mewling at the warmth you provide as you press yourself against him completely, his eyes twinkling as he stares up at you.
“You okay?” You ask, just to be sure. He doesn’t respond with words, but his hands lift to wrap around your wrist, the other settling on top of your palm as he guides your thumb past his lips. He suckles gently, hot tongue circling the pad of your thumb and this is answer enough.
You’ve unintentionally caused him to slip into subspace with your confession, and as you realise this, your heart swells. Those simple words that had come out of your lips had meant so much to Jimin. His ears had practically been yearning to hear them and now that he had, he couldn’t possibly imagine anything more euphoric. He loved you so much.
“Did you like oppa’s confession that much? You liked it so much that you’ve gone dumb, hm?” You chuckle, licking your bottom lip as he nods eagerly, not even denying the accusation. “Good, because oppa’s gonna breed this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop, baby.”
Pulling your thumb out of his mouth, you move your hands back to the arm of the couch where Jimin’s head lays, knuckles tense as your fingers dig into the fabric, thrusting at an angle that has Jimin screaming your name.
“Oppa, oppa…” He’s babbling in your ear, nails scratching along your back subconsciously and you know he’s definitely left some semipermanent marks by now that you’ll have to hide from your fiancée. He’s never been this clumsy, never left any marks on you like this but you can’t say you don’t enjoy it.
“Doing so well for me.” You praise into his ear and he bites down on your shoulder, earning a groan from you as you press a kiss to his temple. His walls clench rhythmically around your cock as if it’s physically attempting to stop you from pulling out at all, loving the thought of being impaled on your girth for eternity. He would be such a good cocksleeve for you, wouldn’t he?
Soon, you turn him on his back where he holds himself up on all fours quite poorly, his cheek smushed against the leather couch as you hold up his ass. Your tongue immediately slips inside to get a taste and he cries, pushing his ass back even further for your pleasure. “Want oppa’s cum… want all of it in me.” He pleads.
Humming, you lift yourself up, pressing light kisses along his back before your chest slots itself perfectly against Jimin’s back. You guide Jimin’s head up, your bicep wrapped around the younger’s throat in order to hold his head upright before your cock shoves past his walls again. “Mm, there we go.” You smirk upon finding your target, hitting his prostate over and over rapidly.
Jimin thrashes a little at the mounting pleasure but you hold him securely, the veins in your arms popping.
As you continue to pound into Jimin's tight whole, sweat drips off your forehead and onto his skin, mingling with the sheen already slick between your two bodies. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh echo through the room and you both moan and grunt with each brutal thrust.
Your grip around Jimin’s neck tightens slightly as you feel his muscles begin to spasm around your cock. “Oh god,” he whimpers, his voice strained and breathless. “Don't stop... please don't stop.”
With a low growl, you drive deeper into him, feeling his inner walls contract around your dick as you hit his sweet spot once more. It takes everything you have not to lose control right then and there, but you force yourself to hold back, wanting to draw out his pleasure as long as possible.
Slowly, you pull almost entirely out, only to plunge back into him again with renewed vigour. Jimin screams your name as you repeat this torturous cycle, the tip of your cock rubbing against his sensitive nerve endings each time you withdraw.
As the intensity builds within Jimin, his body begins to tremble uncontrollably. Sweat glistens on his skin, mixing with tears that stream down his face. “Oppa,” he chokes out, clutching desperately at the couch cushions beneath him.
Ignoring his cries for mercy, you continue to pound into him relentlessly. Every stroke sends waves of ecstasy coursing through his entire being, leaving him gasping for air.
Finally, with one final push, you erupt deep inside him, filling him completely with your seed. Jimin lets out a keening cry as he comes with you, writhing underneath you as you collapse against his back, spent.
For several moments, the only sound that fills the room is the steady beat of your hearts intertwined together. Eventually, you lift yourself up, pulling out of Jimin’s quivering hole. As you do so, he collapses forward onto the couch, exhausted and utterly satisfied.
“Thank you, oppa,” He whispers weakly, closing his eyes, but then he opens them again almost immediately—this time with slight insecurity etched within them, not giving you time to answer before he speaks again. “Did you… did you mean what you said?” He asks, his voice meek and timid. “About, uhm, the confession?”
You pause, considering your words carefully. Now that the rush of pleasure and adrenaline had passed you by, the words exchanged between the both of you become clearer, but you don't regret anything.
“I meant every word.” You tell him honestly, your fingers gripping his chin gently. He brightens at the words, hopeful. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.” He replies, pulling you down into a kiss.
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BTS reaction to being jealous/insecure of your ex
Jin:
Him and your ex meeting was a complete accident.
You never wanted them to meet, your ex was something.
When they met you were dining in a nice restaurant to celebrate their latest mv.
Your ex just suddenly popped up out of nowhere grabbing your shoulder in the process.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Jin.
Your ex just suddenly got to talking with Jin. He brought up a tattoo you had that Jin loved. It was a small tattoo behind your ear. Three stars, your ex mentioned how he was the one to convince you to get it.
“Oh, did you?” was Jin’s response.
This could not have gotten any worse.
You were so very wrong.
Then your ex suddenly brought up your engagement, to him of course, not Jin. Something Jin didn’t even know about. All he knew was that your ex had cheated on you with your cousin and lied about it.
The entire ordeal was uncomfortable, and he didn’t remove his hand from your shoulder.
When it was obvious he wasn’t going to leave, Jin stood up and grabbed your hand, quickly heading to the front to pay.
Your ex followed, it seemed he had taken quite a liking to bothering Jin. He even followed you both to your car.
“You know I never stopped loving y/n.”
“If that’s so true you wouldn’t have cheated in the first place, but I have to thank you because I am never letting him go. Have a good night. ” Jin said with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face..
Jin wasn’t by any means a mean person but there were lines that no one should cross and your ex crossed them.
Yoongi:
Yoongi knew that your ex and you didn’t break up on bad terms. Rather unfortunate terms.
You were only starting to build your business, he wanted a lot of time and you just couldn’t give that to him.
His family were still friends with your family so when he learned that he would be at your sister's wedding as well, he lost a bit of excitement.
He knew you still talked, not often but he knew every once in a while you would talk on the phone.
In all honesty he was dreading the next day. Where he would have to not only meet your family for the first time, your whole family, but also worry about your ex just coming and snatching you up.
He was scared, he had to admit he had Jimin stalk your ex on instagram a bit, he still had pictures of you from your time in university, when you guys were dating.
There was one particular one that bothered Yoongi.
It was a picture of you sleeping, it was obvious to Yoongi that you both just got done doing the deed.
It’s one of those things you really only know about your partner if you've been dating them for a while. Just little details that you notice over time.
To the world it might just look like you're sleeping, but Yoongi knows you. You NEVER sleep on your stomach. You think it’s the most uncomfortable position.
The only times you sleep on your stomach are when you're too tired to move.
And no he’s not overreacting.
He of course didn’t bring it up, he knew you would get a kick out of it and tease him over being jealous.
But logically he knows he has nothing to worry about, what happened between you and your ex, was a long time ago. you’ve moved on even if he hasn’t.
Hoseok:
Hoseok was such a happy person. So he tried his best to be happy when you ran into your ex at the park. In the hidden area he was sure no one knew about.
The same park coincidentally that was his favorite, and that you both went to all the time.
Was he being paranoid? Probably but he had every right to.
We’re talking about the man who was your first. Not your first boyfriend or kiss but your first first.
As in your first time, he ‘turned’ you into a man, or whatever it is that people say about first times. Or did that only apply to hetero relationships? He doesn’t care
It didn’t help that once your ex saw you, he wouldn’t stop hugging you.
Or that he started to yap about the old times when you were still together.
Like ok he didn’t need to know that one time you ate a worm because of a dare.
Or that your love language was gift giving.
First of all, it wasn’t, if he knew you as well as he claimed to, he would know that you love physical touch.
Most of your days off are spent lying around, Your head on his chest whilst he plays with your hair. Your light snoring making him smile.
Just being there and hugging him was enough for you.
It was one of his favorite things.
He knows that there have been plenty of firsts for you both as well.
It was safe to say he wasn’t exactly the fondest of your ex. He was a little jealous and insecure.
But it’s ok because when you got home you made sure to get rid of any and all insecurities he may have had.
Namjoon:
Despises your ex, No questions asked.
Your ex was an absolute piece of trash.
Namjoon knew your family had money, and so did your ex.
But you were so ‘in love’ with your ex that you never noticed his love for your money.
You were the kindest person Namjoon ever met
Like even Namjoon lost his patience every once in a while for whatever reason
But you, God, you really never got angry, you never attracted problems or drama and stayed away from it
You were a big influence on your younger siblings, you always told them to not be pushovers but also to never start problems or fights
Namjoon was just so in love with you, you were kind, outgoing, talkative, but you also liked reading and painting, and you took workshop in your junior years which means you were very handy at a lot of things.
Like how can a person be all that
And then there was your ex, who used you, abused you and cheated on you multiple times
I mean how badly ‘in love’ do you have to be to let someone give you a scar and still take them back (don’t answer that)
But eventually after the 15th time you caught him cheating you just moved on
Yea Namjoon was in on ALL the tea.
Thankfully you met Namjoon not long after, but now here you were in a museum in Italy, and just his luck, your ex just happened to work there.
“Y/n?” that pesky voice, Namjoon immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and leaned against you
“Oh my God, Y/n, I haven’t seen you in years.”
Yeah, he was totally going to make a scene if he got too close.
Namjoon deliberately pulled you away from him, enough for him to know you were avoiding him, making sure your ex watched as he kissed you.
Jimin:
Jimin loathed your ex.
Why did he have to be so damn bubbly, and more importantly why did he have to make it so hard to dislike him.
He was just all smiles and laughter like Hobi.
Which marks the question, why the hell did you break up with him?
You mentioned once that it was because you lost feelings for him, but you guys were high school and college sweethearts.
All and I do mean all of your friends and family had mentioned how they were so sure you would marry him.
It kind of irritated him… no, it for sure irritated him.
He told you that he was uncomfortable that you all slept under the same roof during reunions. (Your family’s loaded.)
You had told him that just because his family and friends thought those things a few years back doesn’t mean it was going to come true, nor did it mean your feelings for him would magically reappear.
He wanted to get along with him, he really did.
But it was just so hard for him when he knew that this man had you the same way he has you.
That he’s seen you, all of you. Experienced everything before him.
He can’t help it. It’s pure jealousy. Jimin is a very jealous and possessive person.
But he would never put you in a tough situation, he understood that you and him were just friends.
Taehyung:
Your ex was a straight up psycho.
He had DM'd him on instagram harassing him to no end.
Spouting nonsense, but I mean you did technically leave him for Tae but still all nonsense.
I mean he had you cut off from your family, you being the fool in love, you believed everything he said to you.
Then you met Taehyung on a business trip.
Your ex believes Taehyung turned you against him.
I mean you can’t say he’s not crazy, your ex threatened to fly out all the way to Korea to ‘get you back.’
Taehyung, although he would never voice this outloud did fear that you would leave him for your ex.
Your ex was an excellent manipulator.
He was also handsome and very feminine looking.
He found a picture of you on his instagram where you're holding hands and he could only note how small his hands were in yours, or how he was significantly shorter than you both and you would lean down to kiss his cheek.
Basically everything Tae wasn’t.
His hands were big, and when it came down to it he was only two inches shorter than you.
You and your ex were the perfect instagram couple, but he was batshit crazy.
And well you know what they say, don’t believe everything you see on the online.
Jungkook:
Jungkook was completely insecure about your ex.
First of all, you were a bisexual male. So that alone meant he had more competition than if you were just gay.
And second you were married before him, with kids!!
You left your wife a long time ago before your kids were born, because you both just could never have peace.
You fought all the time and she would walk out on you several times to ‘scare you.’
You were both very toxic in that relationship, you decided for the sake of happiness and safety of your kids you would separate and have shared custody over them.
It’s better than the kids growing up in a bad home environment and watching their parents fight all the time.
Therapy hadn’t worked so what else could you do.
They would spend the school year with her and stay with Jungkook and yourself over the summer.
So far things were going great, now that the kids were starting to understand things they didn’t seem to have a problem with anything. They were happy.
There had never been a problem… with the kids.
It’s been very clear to him that your ex wife still had some kind of attachment to you and vice versa.
She was the mother of your children, you would always have a special love for her.
That’s where the insecurity comes in.
Legally there are no ties between you and him. Hell you don’t even live together yet and you’ve been together for 6 years now. Your twins were eight.
(You met Jungkook two years after your twin's birth, yes you are older than him.)
So there was nothing stopping you from getting back with her and cutting him loose.
It was kind of a given that Jungkook worried that one day he’d wake up only for you to tell him that you were going to give your marriage another try.
That was his biggest insecurity, that you would go back to your ex.
His other insecurity is that your ex would give you an ultimatum, him or the twins. He already knows where you stand.
You’d choose your twins over anyone and everyone.
He tolerates your ex but isn’t the biggest fan, especially at reunions.
That’s where he’s the most jealous, you look like the picture perfect family.
But at the end of the day he knows that you love him and the twins love him, and even though your ex can’t stand being in the same room as him, he has nothing to worry about.
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THE PARADISE PARADOX: PART II. PJM / M!READER
summary. jimin hates it when others lust after what’s his.
wc. 2.5k (nsfw under the cut)
tags. smut | dom bottom!jimin, sub top!reader, vampire!jimin, blood + blood drinking, riding, edging + begging, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy + posessiveness (jimin)
[ part one ] [ requested ]
fear belongs to him. love belongs to fear, a subset of heart-hammering and bone-shattering primal instinct. thus, love belongs to him.
you belong to him.
he's the one draped on your arm, but nobody in the classically-beautiful bar mistakes it for ownership. they're all beautiful, glossy hair and paper-white teeth that shine a little too sharp when they smile. they know jimin and they know his history, and they keep their seductive touches fleeting and light, even if their red eyes trace your veins with rich, dark intent.
soon enough, you will fall, and jimin will scratch off another mark for his body count.
jimin interrupts a vampire without care for propriety, swaying towards you. "baby," he sighs, a little too high-pitched to not bring his moans to mind. "i'm hungry."
he reads the surprise as easily as anything else. he snakes his arms around your middle and props his cheek on your chest, a familiar pout adorning his primrose lips.
"oh," you manage at last. "okay. well, do you want to go—"
"no," he hums, gaze flicking up to meet the other vampire's. his smile is gloating. "i'll have you right here. i'm sure there's a booth with enough room to hold the both of us."
you glance helplessly back at the vampire you had been speaking to as jimin wraps his fingers tightly around your wrist and pulls you along, as if on a leash. the vampire rolls his eyes, turning to mutter with a blonde, and you catch a few words before you're too far away.
—newest pet won't survive...
jimin leads you up the stairs and bodies part for him like the red sea. you meet the eyes of a young man in the arms of a taller, foreign woman, and something like understanding passes between you.
you are not the only red-blooded individual here tonight, and you are trophies.
his eyes lower first. you take home the gold medal.
like a gentleman, jimin pulls back the heavy red velvet curtain with a playful bow, letting it flow shut behind him. it feels off, heavier than most. sound struggles to break through.
he only uses one hand to push you down onto the loveseat, but it's more than enough to overwhelm you. you gulp as his eyes blaze like flames as he smiles, pink tongue dragging slowly over his fangs.
"pretty baby doesn't know who he belongs to," he coos, tracing your jaw with his fingertips. you lean into his touch and he smiles. "seeing those carrion-eaters touch you like that... you didn't even reject their advances. i'm disappointed, baby."
"peaches, wait—"
"that'll be 'sir' to you tonight, my love." his fingers drop down to tug out your buttons, shearing through them easily. your heart quickens at the display of strength and you don't dare cover your exposed torso, wide eyes trained on his.
eventually, he leans back with a hum to survey his doings. he places his hands on his hips. "much better. see? you know how to be quiet when you want to be. if only you stopped flirting with them earlier – then i wouldn't have to show them whose lips are allowed to touch yours."
he prowls on the loveseat like a predator honed in on its prey, his floral and woodsy cologne masking the scent of blood that clings to him like death to a surgeon. his thighs encase yours and he cups your cheek in his snowy palm, small and deceitfully gentle.
he tilts your head, pressing apart your shoulder and your jaw. for now, he controls himself, but you haven't a doubt in your mind that he can tear you apart like tissue paper.
he hums and makes himself comfortable on your lap, his tight leather pants stretching around his thighs and clinging to his firm calves oh-so prettily. he leans in, his clothed cock pressing against yours, and the visible bulge sends a thrill of desire through you. you reach for it.
he slaps your hand away. his nail cuts a thin red line along the base of your thumb.
"no," he nearly growls, that soft voice of his hardening like ice as he shoves your head against the backrest, licking his lips at the sight of your adam's apple bobbing with each harsh breath and gulp. he presses his thumb against it, giving it an intoxicating kiss that has your body shuddering of its own accord.
"i don't want to hurt you," he whispers against your throat, "but i will, if i must. whatever helps you remember who this body belongs to."
"it's yours," you whisper hoarsely. your hands itch to grab his slim waist and pull him against you, but the reward is not worth the risk. jimin's hips press down in a smooth roll, harder than the rest, with a forgiving smile, and you gasp as he briefly shoves the heel of his palm against your cock. your hands ball into fists on your thighs. "i'm yours! oh, fuck, jimin—"
his fangs slash into your neck. you grunt and one hand shoots up to clutch his hip but he doesn't seem to mind the breach of protocol.
jimin's fingers twist in your hair and he yanks your head to the side, moaning as the thick coppery twang of blood floods his mouth. his cock throbs against yours and the chill of his body clashes with the burn of yours, leaving a throbbing residue of aching pleasure wherever he touches.
your head spins. he takes more than usual, faster than usual, and he isn't so fussed about the delicate nature of mortals and how they can die from the shock of blood loss alone.
he has faith in you. you won't die – you're stronger than that. that's why he hunted you down in the first place.
"sir," you breathe as his cold fingers flutter along your hipbone and into your pants. he grips your cock and it jerks in his palm, leaking and eager. "please, let me see you – sorry, 'm sorry, won't do it again—"
jimin likes this side of you: face warm, pupils blown with lust, your body on display for his eyes only.
under his heavy, roaming gaze, you flush, attempting to pull your shirt over the many marks he loves to leave behind. a rosary of bruises litters your neck just below where your shirt collar sits.
he pulls your hand away, sliding his palm against yours as he pumps your cock, pulling it out of your pants. he hums appreciatively at the sight, blood pulsing from the two little pinpricks on your neck when the seal of his lips breaks, and your breath hitches. it soaks into your shirt.
at last, he draws the flat of his tongue along the length of your jugular, and the bleeding slows to a stop. he kisses the warm marks, curling the slick sweetness into his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
trapped in his fist, your cock leaks over his pretty, pale knuckles. slim and small, his hands are clear of the injuries that make a person – no bruises, no scars. he's flawless as a diamond, and yet despite the allure of perfection, it's the same thing that brings him down.
his body carries no stories. no history. no scars on the knees from childhood tumbles, no pockmarks of teenage acne.
"i love you," he whispers in your ear, and the whole world falls away. everything burns except for him – his fiery touch, his gleaming eyes. the heat of a forest blaze has never been more enticing. you lean into him.
he smiles, your blood dripping down his lips and chin. he swipes his thumb over the corner of his mouth, placing it between his lips with a moan.
jimin pushes you onto your back, turning fluidly with you. he gestures, an elegant flick of his hand, and smiles as you quietly cross your wrists above your head, compliant and tracking his every move with lust-blown pupils.
he leans down with a palm on your chest, slick and serpentine. his lips near your ear.
"good... hands stay there," he whispers, and he lifts his crimson gaze to yours.
the strength of his will snaps against yours like a magnet. yours falls to its knees.
you find that you can't lift your wrists. he's caught you – the fly in his web. your pulse throbs, rare and rabbit-hearted, and he smiles in dark satisfaction as your expression tightens. he strokes you slowly, dragging his tongue against the oozing pinpricks in your neck. he grabs your face with sharp nails and forces your chin down, smiling as you do your best to look him in the eye, lashes fluttering irregularly as the pain and pleasure clash down your spine.
he kisses you softly. his plush lips sting with the coppery twist of blood. "you have such a pretty cock, you know that?" he says gently, pumping it faster and humming as your stomach tenses under his palm. "so pretty... makes me wanna eat it right up," he giggles, scrunching his nose playfully as he shifts on your lap, tossing his platinum hair out of his eyes.
he pouts. "mm... you're so quiet now. don't be shy. you were so happy earlier, yapping away with vultures who would snap your neck in a heartbeat – are you scared, baby? are you scared of me?"
"no," you manage to choke out, the quick, slick sound of your cock in his fist prickling a hard flush up your neck. "n-no, sir – i-i just – ah!"
he loosens his grip. "look at me when you speak to me, baby," he whispers. "don't you know it's rude not to?"
your gaze struggles its way up his exposed chest and pale neck. your jaw aches to clamp down on that pretty stretch of flesh between his neck and shoulder, to fuck him down on your cock and call yourself his.
with a smug glint in his crimson eyes, jimin lowers himself onto your cock, sucking in a soft breath of pleasure. he cups your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes to stay on him, watching him, as he slowly, painfully slowly, buries your cock inside him.
"don't come," he murmurs, and begins to bounce.
his well-loved hole clamps around your cock, wet with lube. you hadn't realised he'd prepped himself. you also hadn't realised he'd stripped off his trousers and torn your shirt and jacket entirely, and that they now puddled carelessly in the corner of the booth. your mind had been too busy swirling with the hot, instinctive, consuming desire to do whatever jimin wished of you.
he moans softly as he speeds up, knees squeezing your hips to keep you from bucking up into him. your nerves feel licked by flames and vacantly, you hear yourself gasping and groaning pathetically, begging him with slurred words and half-syllables to fuck you harder, faster, deeper...
you cry out as he wrenches your head to the side and pierces your jugular, reopening the wounds. his ass slams against your hips with the obscene sound of flesh on flesh and you screw your eyes shut as his tight hole scrapes your cock, his soft walls suffocatingly hot. he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of blood, teeth bared and chin smeared with your thick, hot blood – his claws scrape your temple, stinging and drawing beads of red that drip down the side of your face.
"they can't take care of you as i do, my heart," he hisses, his cries of bliss loud and shameless. "you're mine – mine! you'll moan like this for no one else – do you understand?"
somewhere between the expanding, white-fire throbbing of your cock and the embarrassing sounds slipping from your lips, you agree, babbling obscenities and pleas and apologies for things you can barely remember. your blood feels sticky and warm against your chest, the white shirt glued to your skin. you swallow harshly as jimin smashes his blood-slick lips against yours, panting against each other's lips as his ass clenches irregularly, hot wet walls pumping your aching cock.
"i'm yours, 'm yours, all yours—" you bite down on his shoulder, hips involuntarily chasing his heat "—please let me come, please, sir, please, 'm sorry, 'm s-sorry—!"
"is that right, baby? you're sorry? you won't flirt with worse men right in front of me?" he pants, his reddened cock slapping your stomach and dripping a pool of precum that runs, warm and dizzying, down your sides. "how do i know you're telling the truth?"
"i'm sorry – mngh – won't do it again!" you can't tell where you end and he begins. "please, wanna come, you f-feel so fucking good, i c-can't—"
jimin smiles, fangs poking out over his lower lip, and giggles breathily at your pathetic pleas. you're so silly, he coos to himself – his sweet baby, who loves him more than anything else in the world, who'd allow someone like jimin to rip out your dignity and every shred of power you once had. panting, groaning, perfect body exposed for him to bleed dry – how can he say no to something so cute?
come for me.
the words echo between your ears and your vision whites out as he moans, high and satisfied, in your ear, clamping down around your base as heavy warmth fills him up. he comes hard onto your stomach, glazing it over so prettily – as god intended.
your ears ring as you slump back, nothing but comfortable wool behind those eyes. lazily, jimin strokes your chest and shoulders, rocking his hips slowly to drag out your highs. something clicks in your subconscious and your hands fall to your sides, limp and yours to command once more.
jimin rests against your chest, warm breath puffing shallowly against your neck as he strokes the nape of your neck with slow, mindless circles. he hums, dragging his fingertips against the still-hot blood. he lifts them to his lips and swirls his tongue around them, extracting them with a wet pop.
"you're so pretty when you beg," he whispers, closing his eyes and listening to the strong and steady pumping of your heart. the myocytes, the intercalated discs, the valves – all busy at work to calm you down. if he concentrates hard enough, he feels he can isolate the faint, electric hum of nerve cells, firing constantly across the tiny gaps and zinging down the factory line. “but i can’t have others play with my toys, you understand? what if they break them?”
you mumble something that sounds almost like an 'i’m sorry', and jimin smiles as you shakily wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck.
"i believe you, baby," he whispers sweetly, kissing your jawline. "but if i see you enjoying someone else's touch once more, i won't go to the trouble of finding a curtain to hide behind again. am i clear, my heart?"
you nod rapidly, squeezing him close. he feels your pleasurable tremble and smiles to himself, stroking your hair gently.
this little game isn't so boring, after all.
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Sleepy cuddles | drabble
pairing: jimin x m!reader; jungkook x m!reader (platonic)
genre: fluff
notes: reader is the second youngest
you just got home from the company after a full day of working on the new comeback. it was a bit past midnight and the whole house was oddly silent, except for the occasional snores from namjoons room. you took note off the tv light coming from underneath the maknaes door and the slightly open door from jimin’s room “ahh, they must be playing games again” you told yourself while slipping silently into your room, happy to finally be able to take a shower and go to sleep.
after showering and changing, you threw yourself onto your bed, wrapping the fluffy blankets around you and letting the chilly air lure you to sleep. after what felt like seconds you woke up with the sound of your door opening. without moving your head you looked at the clock on your bedside table, realising your sleep wasn't only for a few seconds, but for a few hours. you felt arms slip around your waist from behind as the mattress sank behind you, the creak from it being silenced by the door closing.
another pair of arms wrapped themselves around you but from the front this time, warmness enveloping you as your blanket was wrapped around the three of you. the figure in the front made themselves comfortable with their head on your chest as the one behind you snuggled they head in your back.
judging by the dark-brown hair that tickled your neck and the slightly vannila scent that came from behind you, you could tell that jimin and jungkook got tired of video games “what are you two doing up at this hour ?” you whispered.
you could feel them tensing up at the sound of your husky voice ‘’sorry we woke you up hyung..” murmured the younger boy in front of you “..we couldn't sleep” continued the pink-haired boy behind you “just shut up and sleep” you said, pulling them closer by their hands and finally falling asleep again, wrapped in the boys' warmness.
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༺No Filter༻
You rarely ever fight with your boyfriend, Jimin, and even when you do you resolve it pretty quickly. So needless to say when Jimin boils over this time, it leaves you speechless and you see a whole new side of your sweet, submissive partner...
Tags: smut, top Park Jimin x sub male reader, angry sex, fuck and makeup
Warnings: 18+, edgy, toxic traits in a relationship but it gets talked over, intense, slight degradation and sadism
Requested by anonymous <3
I have no words. I also have no eyes therefore I cannot read or write so there is no possible way I could have written this your honor, I have no idea how this got here I swear-
"Hey baby, want to go out with me tonight? My old friends from high school reached out and want to meet, thought you might want to come." You scroll through your phone while sitting on the side of the bed. You feel Jimin hop over and playfully wrap his arms around your neck and his head rest on your shoulder.
"Do I know them?" He asks.
"I don't think so. It's Seoyoon and Yejun, I've been texting Yejun and he is the one who organized it. They are nice, I promise."
Jimin sighs on your shoulder.
"Sure, it sounds like fun. As long as we get food, I'm in." He smiles and gives you a peck on the cheek. You ruffle his hair and the both of you get on with your day.
Eventually the time to head out arrives, and you and Jimin head over to the restaurant you were instructed to meet at. You are waved over to a table where a tall, lean boy and a small girl with a bright smile are sitting, whom you know as Seoyoon and Yejun. You walk over.
"Y/N, it's good to see you!" Seoyoon runs up to you and hugs you. You laugh and pick her up.
"Great to see you too, Yoon!"
"For real, it's been too long. How have you been?" Yejun walks over and grabs your hand into a hug as well.
"Ah, life has been moving. This is Jimin! He's-"
"I'm his boyfriend." Jimin smiles and shakes Yejun and Seoyoon's hands. You turn to him at the interruption, but continue.
"Yeah, he is." You turn back to your friends.
"Nice to meet you Jimin, I'm Seoyoon. This is Yejun." Seoyoon reaches out and shakes Jimin's hand.
"Geez, how did you get stuck with this guy?" Yejun motions towards you to Jimin jokingly and shakes his hand. You all laugh and sit down.
The conversation is regular and Jimin chimes in a few times, but it's obvious that he is uncomfortable. You've known your friends all throughout your high school days so you clicked right away, and you can tell Jimin feels a bit left out.
"I gotta say Y/N, you glowed up since school. Seriously, you been hitting the gym?" Yejun gives you a short look up and down.
"Haha, yeah, I have actually. I dance now." You respond.
"For real? You have the perfect build for it." He reaches over the table to feel your shoulder and bicep. You flinch at the unexpected touch and laugh uncomfortably.
"Uh, thanks." You can see Jimin glaring from the corner of your eye.
"We should workout together while I'm still in town. Seoyoon has to leave tomorrow, but I'll be here a few days. It'd be fun!" Yejun smiles at you. "I want big sexy muscles too."
"Actually, this week is quite busy. See I've got rehearsal every night." Jimin interjects, shutting him down.
"Ah, no worries, maybe just me Y/N then if you're busy." Yejun doesn't even look at Jimin, who is giving him a death stare.
"Yeah, not happening." Jimin responds shortly, no longer masking his irritation.
"Jimin!" You turn to address his sudden tone, but Jimin isn't looking at you. Instead his eyes are shooting daggers at Yejun. Seoyoon coughs and speaks up.
"Ah, look at the time! We ought to get going." She laughs nervously and elbows Yejun in the side a bit harder than playfully. "Sorry for not watching the time close enough. It was great to see you again, Y/N, and it was lovely meeting you Jimin!" She smiles and stands up, pulling Yejun's arm.
"What are you talking about, Seoyoon? We just got here- ow!" Yejun clearly isn't getting the hint, and Seoyoon kicks his shin lightly.
"Once again, nice seeing you both!" She gets the both of them up and they start to walk away hastily.
"Oh- okay then, nice seeing you too!" You call out after them. After they are out of ear shot, you turn to Jimin.
"What the hell was that?" You can't hide the irritation in your voice.
"What, you mean that wierdo flirting with you right in front of me? Yeah, no clue." Jimin responds, equally frustrated.
"He's just a friendly guy, there was no need to be a dick."
"It's not being a dick if he is too stupid to get the point."
"Yeah, it is being a dick. You were a dick, and they left because of you."
"And i'm sure you just loved the attention Yejun was giving you, huh? If you didn't know he was flirting with you, you're an idiot! You gonna take him up on that one-on-one gym trip with him feeling up all over you?"
"Maybe I will. Then I would be able to get away from your posessive ass for a day!"
Jimin stands up out of his chair and leans over you, slamming his arms on the back on your chair.
"Is it so fucking wrong that I want you all to myself?" His eyes rake over you, up and down. Something about Jimin being pissed off and looking at you with those eyes made you feel hot.
"God, you're a fucking prick." You say under your breath, but Jimin catches it. He grabs the collar of your shirt and pulls you onto your feet. He then grabs the front of your shirt and practically drags you behind him as he storms into the restaurant bathroom. You both go inside and Jimin shoves you toward the wall.
"You like other men looking at you, huh?" He walks towards you menacingly with a gleam in his eye. You have never seen him act like this before. You kind of liked it.
"And if I do?" You scoff. Your eyes look into his defiantly. "What are you going to do about it?"
Jimin's face wears an expression you aren't familiar with. He leans in to your body, getting close to your neck and breathing heavily.
"You're fucking mine, you asshole." He sucks in air through his teeth and you feel his hand grip your side. You feel the hot desire in the air between you mixing with anger and you breathe heavier as well. Jimin's crotch grazes yours and he breathes on your neck, clearly trying to hold himself back. You can't take it anymore.
"Prove it, fuck me like you own me then." You whisper in his ear through gritted teeth. "Before I call Yejun."
Jimin growls and goes for your neck finally after hovering for so long. You suck in through your teeth from the sting of him sucking on your skin. You shiver as his hand grabs your hard-on through your pants.
"I'm going to make you forget his name." Jimin sneers and hastily grabs you, shoving you towards the sinks so that you have to grab the ledge behind you. He leans over you, forcing you to lean back and he attacks your collarbone while running his hands underneath your shirt impatiently. Your bodies heave in anticipation and Jimin grips your already hard member from within your pants, causing you to let out a deep groan and lean your head back, exposed for another attack from Jimin's unrelenting lips. He bites and sucks on your sensitive skin, leaving dark purple marks and bruises.
"Ah, fucking asshole, hng..." You grind against his crotch as revenge. Jimin responds by grabbing your hips and turning you around so that you are leaning over the sink counter, facing the mirror.
"Mine." He starts unzipping his pants and you unzip yours as well, impatient for what you both crave so intensely. He doesn't even bother trying to take off his pants and boxers completely, letting them fall to his feet and tearing your pants down so he can get to what he wants. He sidles up behind you, positioning himself, and takes a hand to your hair to force your head up. You are met with the lewd image in the mirror of your usually submissive boyfriend pissed off and horny as fuck, about to destroy you.
"I want you to watch and see how only I can fuck you. I want you to watch me claim your ass." He traces a finger over your still sensitive hickeys on your neck. "Everyone will know you're mine."
You shiver, but manage to give him a defiant look. "All that talk, think you can actually pull through?" You smirk. Jimin scowls and grips your hair tighter. You feel his hand trace your hole, sending electricity up your spine as he presses his fingers in and scissors them to stretch you out. Even with how angry and unbelievably horny he is, he still takes care to not hurt you... too bad, that is.
"Ah, fuck, aAH-" You exhale sharply as Jimin thrusts into you without warning. The sting seeps into pleasure quickly, fueled by your own lust. Jimin doesn't move, but looks to your face for any signs of you wanting to stop. But you are a stubborn, competitive man.
"W-what's the holdup?" At that, Jimin starts moving, slowly at first, then deep and fast.
"You should start taking me more seriously, hng!" He speaks through gritted teeth as he pounds into you. Each thrust stings and sends a wave of pleasure over you at the same time.
"Ah, ah, ahaah, f-fuck, hnng..." You don't want to admit it, but you're getting close. You hang your head down, getting lost in the rhythm, but Jimin yanks on your hair, forcing you to watch him pound into you through the mirror.
"You have to watch..." Jimin's voice gets deeper and his grunts turn into primal, animalistic growls as he speeds up, slamming into you rougher and deeper than before.
"Aaah, fuck! Fuck, Jimin, goddddd..." You can no longer contain your voice as you feel your dick twitch with every relentless movement from Jimin, his cock abusing your hole and grazing your prostate.
"You're fucking mine, my boy, nobody else's. Got that? Gotta get that shit through your pretty fucking skull, fuck, fucking slut, shit..." Jimin's words are low and slightly slurred. You can tell by his breathing and the way his hand grips your hair tightly and you feel his fingers dig into your hips that he is close also.
"Hng, fuck, Jimin, i'm close, fuck, don't stop!" You cry out shamelessly. Jimin smirks and slows down, making his thrusts deeper and agonizingly slower than before.
"Y/N... Say you're mine, tell me, please, fuck..." Jimin's voice cracks, a glimmer of his usual self shining through. You would have smiled, if it weren't for the pleasure of Jimin's cock abusing your prostate driving you mad.
"I'm yours, Jiminie, aah, all yours, I promise, hngg, aah, ohhhhhh fuCK-" You arch your back and your head reels as Jimin's cock brushes your prostate one final time as your own member releases ribbons of cum on the bathroom floor. Jimin's voice also cries out as he thrusts into you one last time, filling your abused hole with his cum as he collapses on top of you. You both lay there for a moment, admiring the image of you both fucked out in the mirror.
"F-ffuck Jiminnnn..." You wince as he pulls out of your sore ass.
"I-i'm sorry... I wasn't very considerate..." Jimin looks genuinely concerned and he starts cleaning up, helping you tidy yourself. You can't help but smile at his kind personality coming back.
"I take it you aren't mad at me anymore, baby?" You pull Jimin close to you and plant a kiss on his cheek.
"N-no... Y/N, I-" He avoids your gaze. "I'm sorry. I was... an asshole."
"You were. You were being posessive." You run your fingers through his hair lovingly. "Jimin, I don't understand why you feel threatened. I love you and only you, you KNOW that." You press your forehead to his. "I would never even dream of anyone else."
Jimin smiles. "Not even Yejun?" He looks up into your eyes.
"Who now?" You giggle. "You have nothing to worry about babe, I'm all yours." You lean in to his ear. "And for the record, you're hot when you top." Jimin turns your chin to look him in the eyes.
"Maybe I'll do it more often then." He smirks and taps on the hickey on your neck. You hiss slightly and rub your neck.
"Asshole..." You smile and walk out of the bathroom, hand in hand.
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Them.
(Part 2.)
The part 2 that everyone wanted.
Warings: smut, power bottom jimin, bathroom sex.
Jimin looked down at you, seeing you groaning. Jimin saw your hands try to grip his waist.
"Dont." Jimin said as he smacked your hand away. You tried to say quiet and ofcourse, you failed. Groaning into his shoulder as you felt his ass clench and clench around your cock.
You bit down on his shoulder, again trying to be quiet again.
Soft moans left jimins plump lips, but he did notice that you could not stay quiet. Jimin went down hard on your cock.
"I told you to stay quiet." Jimin added while looking into your eyes.
"Sorry." You added, feeling uneasy. "Sorry is not going to cut it." Not letting you say anything back, he gripped your neck. His hands tighten on your neck, shoving your head against the wall in the toilet seat.
You let out a choked groaned, your eyes closing shut. Putting your hands against jimins shoulders. Jimins bounces got faster.
Jimin moved his mouth near your ear.
"You're mine."
But the two of you were unaware of two males watching you guys. Jimin forogt to close the door.
Now there's jungkook and j-hope watching you guys, recording you guys. They were too turned on to say anything.
If jimin found out about this, he would kill them.
Made by namjoonboo on December 12 2023.
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KISS OR KILL !!
!! pjm x m!reader
!! wc | 4.0k
!! tags | murder, attempted murder, guns, poison, heavily suggestive
[ event masterlist ]
assassins after the same target
the ex’s ex
“close the door.”
“love, for you, is terrifying. it’s like a religion. no one will ever want to sleep with you.”
“tell me again how you’ll love me.”
a beautiful man raises names to his face the same way he lifts jewels and gold to his ears. something simple, he hums, setting down a silver earring with a teardrop-shaped pearl. the hotel's bathroom mirror blinks back at him under cold white lights, lovely and sweet-faced with pale hair and pink lips.
he leans in, turning a card of diamond studs this way and that. he purses his lips. he nods, slipping them on. a silver chain cuffs his earlobe to the shell of his ear, and he giggles softly to himself as he moves on to the other ear. diamonds and silver look good with his hair.
he opens a turquoise box, brushing his fingers gently over its smooth surface. nestled amongst white tissue paper and foam are two statement bulgari pieces – because he, whoever he chooses to be, deserves nothing less. he tucks the wave-motif choker around his neck, close against his swan-like throat, and he places the second beneath it. he fingers the round pendant, settling it below his collarbones, and tugs the collar of his shirt down to show it off.
the glittering diamonds and metals hang heavier than their material weight, but he holds his head high, his shoulders set straight and regal. he glances over his figure, slender waist highlighted by high-waisted trousers, and he touches up his makeup once more before slipping a black cross-body bag on his hip. in it, he carries all his necessities – pocket mirror, pack of tissues, his prettiest shade of lipstick, and the night's greatest finish.
he chooses a new identity as he wafts down the steps to the foyer, outside of which waits his sleek black ride. he meets his chauffeur's gaze as he slides inside.
park jimin. he has never heard a prettier name.
—
he's been here before. he's been under this very chandelier, sitting across from someone he would have done anything for, before.
but that was aeons ago. that was before jimin's love was used like a tool in a ploy beyond him, doing whatever was asked of him like a good pup. he put aside all of himself, shredding everything that he was, to chase affection and attention that he needed like air.
once, he knew nothing of pain. now it is all that survives.
he smiles. he laughs. he flutters his lashes and plays up the desperation, the desire, to have adoration on him once more. he's venus, he's sundew, he's the cobra lily rearing its head. touching fingers and brief glances ending in smiles – his meal falls into his hands, lapping up his sweetness.
"crab-stuffed filet mignon and duck confit."
jimin lifts his eyes. he knows intimately what beauty is, and the waiter is it. he knows what danger is, and the waiter is it.
the waiter smiles, charming and handsome, and places the plates down in front of them. he lifts his gaze to jimin's and he stills, his smile bleeding away.
predators know when they are challenged.
linking his fingers on the white tablecloth, jimin hums and leans in, inspecting the dishes with great interest. "looks wonderful. thank you."
the waiter recomposes himself, folding an arm neatly in front of him. he bows his head and takes his leave, each step oozing the same flavour of flawless imitation as jimin's. jimin eyes his target, tearing into the silky duck confit with greasy fingers, even in this ritzy restaurant. his gaze flickers around the large room, taking in the sheer drapes and romantic gold highlights falling across its patrons.
he floats his fingers over a selection of knives and chooses one. he slides his thumb over the serrated edge as he casts his gaze over the room for one set of teeth, all too perfect.
he's looking at him when jimin finds him. he refills a couple's wine glasses, and the sheen of the glossy red liquid seems thicker than usual in his capable hands. he smiles, eyes dark and hollow, and whisks the bottle away with an elegant flair.
duck legs tumble to the floor from loosening fingers. a thump of a body, a ravishing jerking terror. foam at the corners of the mouth, screams falling from too many lips.
jimin stands quietly. the dazzling waiter, all magnificent smiles and gentle words, stares back; his lip curls with satisfaction, and he vanishes behind the crowds as they gather anxiously around the twitching body.
simmering fury grows to a forest fire as jimin runs his fingers over his bag and the pretty steel within. he almost forgets his face – a wavering cry, a covered mouth, a stricken expression as he stumbles away.
park jimin races into the alleyway behind the restaurant and slams the waiter into the brick wall, pressing the cold tip of his pistol into his temple.
the man laughs, breathless and knee-weakening, and grabs jimin's hips, tugging him into his warm body.
"beautiful, wasn't it?" he breathes, eyes glittering even as jimin presses his forearm harder into his throat.
"poison is a coward's game," he hisses, and their breath mingles in the cooling evening air.
"but you can't deny its artistry," he purrs, eyes half-lidded and inviting. "guns are ugly things. so impersonal. a twitch of the finger, a death at your hands. but poison, as you call it? there is an intimacy to creating a single dose, so perfectly measured for weight, for tolerance, for size. too much and it is an unsightly end – lots of guts and stomach acid and retching. too little and all you get is a funny expression. no fun at all."
"you took what's mine." anger flares in his belly. "you ruined it! ruined me!"
"yours? oh, i'm so sorry." you smile. jimin's breath hitches. you lean in slowly, eyes flickering over his features. "i'll help you, gorgeous, as penance. i promise that i didn't know anyone else with a vendetta tonight, and i'm not one to enjoy stealing the spotlight. i'll be yours – if you'll have me."
jimin trails the barrel of his pistol down the side of your face, slipping into the dip beneath your jaw. you tilt your head with a hum and your grip tightens.
"and why would i let you anywhere near me?" he whispers, placing his finger on the trigger.
"because you and i would make a beautiful team. your skills, my expertise – our combined looks." you chuckle as jimin scoffs. "i love the look in your eyes. keep prodding me with that thing and i might do something awfully indecent, pretty boy."
jimin's eyes flicker over your features, sizing you up. you smile. he lowers the gun, but his arm remains hard against your neck.
"so," you say, unbothered by the discomfort against your adam's apple. "what was your plan? blowing brains out in a full restaurant is a bold move."
"i'm very good at getting people into my bedroom," he says nonchalantly. his eyes narrow. "and it was going perfectly – until you barged in and tore it all to pieces. i should kill you for your insolence."
you tilt your head. your gaze burns like hellfire, but somehow, he can't help but lean into it, drawing his fingers through the flames.
"what are you?" you ask, innocently enough. "if we are to work together – if i am to work for you – it would be... beneficial to know your speciality."
he looks you up and down. he answers finally, "i'm a hired gun. i have to survive in this economy somehow, and there's always a niche to be filled regarding sudden death and disappearance."
he wonders briefly why he's still speaking to you. your brains should be splattered on the bricks, but he can't help but open his mouth when you look at him like a lover might.
he tilts his head up. "and you?"
"same general idea," you reply pleasantly. "but this was personal. for you, as well. am i correct?"
"you could say that." he pauses, a calculating frigidity in his gaze. "what would you do for me, as 'penance'?"
"whatever you wish. i can take jobs for you – the ones you aren't so keen on. you will get the majority of the payment: sixty-forty."
"eighty-twenty," he shoots back. you nod with that smile, and his heart throbs. "so, what – you're my lapdog? for how long would this arrangement last?"
"that's up to you, of course. three months?"
"six."
"deal." your gaze flickers down to his lips. "that's a lovely colour on you. complements your eyes."
he clicks his tongue. if he hadn't blown his last paycheck on this chase halfway around the world, you'd have a bullet in your skull three times over by now. but his wallet wasn't bottomless, and his name was nothing without his ex's – especially if he was starting with a clean slate as park jimin.
he shoves you away. you straighten your tie and smooth down your black vest. he watches like a hawk. "try anything funny and you won't get three steps."
you spread your hands in a gesture of peace. "how could i betray a face like yours? i'd sooner cut off my shooting arm."
he slips his gun into his bag, bucking the flap tight. he jerks his head towards the end of the alley where his ride waits. "get in, killer. i've got something in mind for you."
—
over the next month, jimin learns you like the backs of his eyelids. you are quick. you are efficient. and you are deadly silent.
"you look good in red."
he whips around – his tense shoulders drop when he notices you, sprawled lazily on his couch with his pistol in your loose grip. he rolls his eyes and closes the fridge door, popping open a bottle of wine. "keep sitting in the dark like that and you'll ruin your eyes. when did you arrive?"
"a couple hours ago," you say. he feels your gaze boring into the back of his head as he turns to find himself a glass. "your pay's in your room. i took the liberty of taking my share – i hope you don't mind."
he sighs and lifts the glass to his lips. "what are you doing here, killer? i gave you three contracts. even for you, that's at least two weeks' worth."
"i wanted to be with you again, shrike. is that such a crime?" you place your hand around the back of his neck, and he doesn't flinch, even if he can barely feel your presence. you're like a ghost – a cold spot, a radiator that never works. he turns, leaning back against the marble counter, and crosses his arms.
"you should've enjoyed your time in japan," he sighs. "it's early spring. the cherry blossoms should be blooming."
you brush cold fingers against his cheek, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "no blossom could rival the sight of you." you tilt your head like a puppy, and jimin purses his lips. you try to wriggle your way back into his good graces. "i cleaned your armoury. your little pistol is very cute."
with another sigh, he prods you aside and places his empty glass by the sink. "it fits well in my hand. look, there's a two-man job i've accepted, and it's a black-tie event. do you have a suit that fits?"
you hum softly, a light frown creasing your brow. "i have... parts. i don't have a jacket with silk lapels anymore – i couldn't save it from the bastard's knives. when is this event?"
"two days from now. bit of a rush, i admit, but my contact doesn't trust anyone else to get it done."
"i'll be ready by this time tomorrow, little shrike."
—
you take jimin's hand, helping him from the sleek black car. "stunning as always, my dear."
he rolls his eyes. "you've said that a thousand times."
"doesn't make it any less true." you fall in line behind him, quietening as jimin offers two white envelopes to the man at the bright mansion's door. after opening them and scanning their contents, he nods, stepping aside. "welcome, messrs park. mrs priestly is honoured to have you."
the foyer is as grand as the façade, with a huge diamond chandelier between two curving, seductive marble staircases. jimin navigates the cliques of the rich with ease, a permanently polite smile engraved over his features.
"messrs?" you murmur in his ear with a touch of humour. "you should've told me we were married. i would've matched my cufflinks to your necklaces."
"don't be fucking ridiculous," he says peacefully. "we're brothers. long-lost, estranged, together for dad's funeral, whatever you like. it shouldn't matter."
"shouldn't matter – jimin, i'm hurt. are we not here to work together?"
he plucks a bubbling glass of champagne from a passing busser's tray. "i do the seducing. you do the ending. do you have it?"
"no."
his head whips sharply towards you.
you tut. "i had a colleague drop it off for me. every doorway in this mansion is fitted with a metal detector. after we've said our greetings and pleasantries, i'll retrieve it. such a shame, though – a man like this should see his end coming. he deserves it."
"you say that about every mark."
"this one more than usual," you amend. you pluck the flute out of his hand before he can take another sip and his mouth opens to protest. "clear heads wield the steadiest swords, jimin."
he watches you vanish into the crowds with crossed arms, a put-off pout pursing his lips. he turns away, fingers fluttering over his diamond necklaces.
clear heads... yes. it is better if you are not around to distract him with your gracious smile and well-fitted suit.
two hours later, jimin giggles at a foreign dignitary's terrible jokes. they aren't terrible like yours are, where an uncontrollable smirk spreads on his lips and he shakes his head in disbelief – they're terrible in terms of taste.
he does not want to hear another joke about women anytime soon. he can't help but feel rather relieved that no one else will have to force smiles around the mark.
out of the corner of his eye, a shadow flashes by. showtime.
jimin plays up the charm, the sly bitten smiles and rosy bedroom eyes taking the mark to bed. there's play, there's touching, and the mark takes off his shirt.
jimin pretends that he likes what he sees, but the skin's too clean, too purely aesthetic. while their target was generically attractive, a californian blond-and-blue-eyes, he was too... made up. whitened teeth, rigorous diets, a thousand-and-ten beautification products and almost-invisible needle scars. jimin doubts he could leap a fence without worrying about breaking a perfectly-manicured nail – that is, if he can make it over in the first place.
"close the door," jimin whispers, pressing his lips to the place beneath his ear. he curls his fingers in dirty-blond locks, almost petting them. "wouldn't want anyone seeing what i'll do to you."
he smiles with excitement gleaming in his eyes and rushes to do so, his tie hanging loose around his neck. it's obvious he's rather green, not yet completely grown into his pretty american beauty – or, at least, he's green with men.
"nobody saw us come in here, right?" the mark asks, moving over jimin's lap.
jimin smiles, empty and wrong. "no one saw."
his brain splatters the floor.
jimin turns his face away in distaste, hot blood dotting his cheek. he pushes the body off before it dirties his clothes. it thumps to the bed, its face lax, and the seeping red dyes its blond hair.
"you couldn't have waited until i was out of the splash zone?" he complains, standing and fixing his clothes. "do you at least have something i can clean myself up with?"
you pluck the dead mark's jacket from its spot over a chair and tug out the white pocket square. you offer it with a smile.
he gazes at you for a long moment, unimpressed. he takes it with a roll of his eyes, stepping past you. "great. let's go – the balcony's open."
"lead the way, my dove."
—
the slow grind of steel on steel flakes in the warm air. jimin's brow furrows and he buries his face in his pillow, sliding his arms beneath it. he cracks an eye open – sitting on the side of the bed in nothing but a pair of briefs is an overly-familiar figure, muscle shifting under skin with each drag of steel.
"god," jimin drawls, "do you have to do this here?"
the grinding stops.
"yes."
the grinding begins again.
jimin huffs and grabs the pillow next to him. the scent of your shampoo is dangerously relaxing, and he purses his lips.
he chucks the pillow at your head. it thumps onto the floor, and you glance over your bare shoulder with a smirk as you lean down to grab it and toss it back onto the bed.
"someone's in a sour mood."
"because you're sharpening a knife in my bedroom when i'm trying to sleep," he grouches, sitting up with a wince. he doesn't think your relationship is very professional anymore – not when he falls into bed with you every other night. "you couldn't have left it until tomorrow?"
"tomorrow is our six months," you reply, turning the knife over in your grasp. you twirl it over your knuckles like a pen. "i can't sleep."
jimin sighs and shuffles closer, pressing his cheek to your shoulder blade. the warmth hums – not like a neon sign, but like a bonfire. "most men would be awfully sleepy after a night with me, killer."
your chest echoes with a chuckle. "maybe you're not as good as you think you are."
in an instant, your hand is empty, and the blade presses below your voice box. he angles the tip into it with a tilt of his head, eyes wide.
"i almost killed you," he whispers wondrously. he lowers the blade, bringing it closer to his face, and squints at it, tossing it in his palm. "it feels... invisible."
"you weren't supposed to see it yet," you say worriedly as a trickle of blood runs down your throat. "it's not finished."
jimin twists away from you, falling back onto the pillows with a soft thump and a giggle as you grasp at air. "i want to see this. did you make this for me, killer? sentimental, much?"
"give it back."
"no."
"give it."
jimin grins and rolls onto his side as you reach over him, grabbing your shoulder to yank you down over him. he's surprisingly strong for one so slight, but neither of you put much effort into it. jimin flips the blade over, letting the silky pattern of watered steel catch the light, dazzling as jewels. it sparks in his eyes, turning his irises into liquid gold for half a moment. he drops the blade with his wrist and you remember how to breathe again.
he glances up at you from the corner of his eye. "is that real pink diamond in the handle?"
you make an offended noise from the back of your throat. "who do you think i am? of course it's real."
with a soft hum, jimin snaps the blade shut, folding it neatly into an ebony handle. he shifts onto his back and swipes his front knuckle over the front of your throat. blood beads again along the same trail and jimin pouts.
"i didn't mean to do that," he sulks.
"i rather liked it," you murmur, and jimin's plush lips part. your gaze snaps down to them instinctively, and they curve up into a tiny smirk. "a sort of christening. may you kill many deserving bastards with it."
jimin presses the soft, warm pad of his thumb against your lips. "you love me, don't you?" he nearly crows, a smug glow in his eyes. "you're adorable. you forget what this is, killer."
"a transaction," you reply, still draped over him, hovering inches from his face by the strength of your arms. "just that i'm not the only one paying anymore."
his smile vanishes. he sits up, his eyes cooled to volcanic rock. "no."
"no?" you tilt your head, following him with a heavy gaze as he swings his bare legs out of bed and crosses the room. "well, i certainly wasn't the one dragging someone else into bed with him."
"shut up," he snaps, shrugging on the nearest shirt. it's crumpled, and he folds down the collar in an effort to neaten it. it doesn't do much. it's not his size, either, hanging from his arms and exposing the intoxicating curve of his neck and shoulders. "i'm not in love with you."
"really, jimin?" you rest against the headboard, tucking a knee towards your chest with a sigh. "all these tiny trinket gifts: watches, bracelets, rings with your initials on them. admit it. you're trying to court me, little shrike," you tease.
faster than you can track, jimin flings the switchblade towards you. you roll your head to the right two seconds too late, half a mockery and half a sweet head-tilt, and reach over your shoulder to tug the blade from the wall. "you dropped this."
"you didn't try," he nearly snarls.
"why would i? we all die eventually, and i'd rather look my ravishing killer in the eye than waste time trying to avoid it."
"if i was in love, it certainly wouldn't be with you," he sniffs, checking his nails in a curled hand. "you'd be a terrible person to do it with."
"'do it'? jimin, dear, love isn't so simple. it's not a task, nor is it a job." the ruffle of sheets. gentle hands around his waist, warm bare chest against his back – warm bare everything. you bare everything to him, and he's certain that you'd split open your ribs to give him your heart if you could. you open your hand, the switchblade laid open across it. "you may use it to kill me, if you like. i've heard i can be rather difficult at times."
he picks it up with three dainty fingers, giving it a spin. he clicks it shut. "you would let me kill you... because you're annoying me?"
in response, you only smile and squeeze his hip, turning away to find your clothes. "how many lovers of yours can say the same?"
he purses his lips. "lovers? is that what we are?"
"well," you tug your shirt over your head, "i'd like to think so."
"you're obsessed with this... idea of us," jimin replies, staring out over the city skyline, twinkling in the darkness as if the stars have fallen to the earth. "love, for you, is terrifying. it's like a religion. no one will ever want to sleep with you."
you glance over your shoulder with a smile and a glint in your eyes. "you are, aren't you? as for religion," you continue offhandedly, "i've always looked great on my knees."
jimin says nothing. he can't; it would be a lie to say he doesn't like it when you worship every inch of him in all the worst ways, wicking the sin off of him like sweat and cleansing him with every white-out daze.
he turns around, as light on his feet as a songbird, and his piercing gaze snaps to yours like a raptor. there's something missing behind those eyes, but his fingers glance over his buttons, and the whole thing flutters to the ground, white as angels' wings, around his bare ankles and marble calves.
he has your full attention. he's shameless, slinking up to you with dancing touches and fleeting glances, and he hums as you place your hands on the pretty dip of his waist. he plays with the hairs at the nape of your neck and smiles at the shiver that courses through you.
he brings your lips to his. "then tell me again," he whispers delicately, rosy and cherubic, "how you'll love me."
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Park Jimin x Male Reader Drabble
"PARK JIMINNNNNNN!"
"Uh oh." Jimin looked at his members warily. Jungkook stifled a snicker.
"You're on your own, Jiminie." Hoseok said, scared.
"Ah..." Jimin smiled nervously and left to tend to his angry boyfriend. "Uhh... what's up baby?"
"Don't act like you don't know." Y/N scowled. Jimin stifled a laugh. The taller was covered head to toe in green powder. And yes, Jimin did do it.
"Oh... that..." Jimin nervously laughed. "Yeah... well..."
"You might wanna watch out tonight, Park." Y/N said, a glint in his eye. "Maybe you want to watch out for any... unusual activity."
Jimin shuddered at the thought of what Y/N was planning.
"I'll be careful, don't worry."
"That's a good boy."
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October 20th
Park Jimin - Size Kink (M)
“Now this…is a sight I never want to stop seeing.” You grandly gesture to Jimin, on his knees with a gag in his mouth.
You walk up to him, watching the way he quivers at your height compared to his. You can see his growing arousal already and you’ve barely even touched him.
“I’m so overwhelmed, I don’t know where to even start.” You take a strand of his hair and put it behind his ear. Fingers run down his cheek to his jaw where you grasp that his lips part and his eyes dart to yours. Just your sight is vicious but what really gets his heart beating out of his chest is the way you handle him. Like he’s practically nothing.
He must be dripping now and it’s so embarrassing that his face feels like it’s bursting into flames.
“Get up baby. Let me see how you look on the bed all laid out for me.”
With your help, he stands up and sighs behind the cherry red gag, always being reminded of how much of a statue you are. It brings chills to his spine and has him wanting you even more. Everything about you is just bigger, from your hands to your-
You tug off the gag, which Jimin takes a gulp of air through his mouth. It’s not nearly enough to calm him down before your fingers lay on his tongue.
“Suck.” You command. Nothing would make him happier. Three of them are in there and just the thought of your cock replacing them had his jaw deliciously aching. Saliva gathers easily on your fingers and the feeling is warm and soft.
You could never get tired of this.
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Vacation
Karina x named reader
tags: smut, first crush, swearing, pool sex, rough sex, blow jobs, teasing, flirting, dirty talks, dirty jokes, dirty thoughts, hair-pulling, biting, begging
Karina hadn’t anticipated the long journey to visit her parents, who lived quite a distance away from her current work and living situation. However, seizing the opportunity of a rare two-week break, she arrived at their doorstep, suitcase in hand, greeted by the warm sun above. The familiarity of her childhood home flooded back as she climbed out of the taxi.
Deciding against informing her parents of her arrival, Karina didn’t want to inconvenience them if her holiday plans fell through last minute.
Her father's joyful face upon opening the door made the trip instantly worth it, enveloping her in a bear hug and leading her inside.
"Why didn’t you tell us you were coming!?" he exclaimed happily, guiding her to the kitchen where her mother was busy cooking.
Their much-awaited reunion was interrupted by a knock at the door just as they settled down for dinner.
“I’ll get it,” her mother insisted, giving Karina a quick squeeze before heading to the door.
“So pumpkin,” her father started, looking a bit disappointed, unable to resist using the old nickname.
“Your mother and I had booked to go away tomorrow, for our anniversary. But if you want us to cancel, we will,” he offered, but Karina quickly stopped him, not wanting them to change their plans for her.
“Don’t you dare cancel that! We can celebrate when you guys get back. I do have two weeks off,” she reassured her dad, who visibly relaxed.
Before he could respond, her mother returned with a man Karina didn't recognize at first. Then it hit her, that is her childhood friend.
“Karina, honey, you remember Ethan,” her mother smiled, introducing Ethan as he stepped forward, all charm and green eyes.
Suppressing her smile, Karina shook his hand, noticing the size of his hands with a silent observation. “Ethan Lee, right?”
“Right,” he confirmed, maintaining his hold on her hand. She watched as his tongue swiped across his lips, unable to look away.
Finally releasing her hand, Ethan cleared his throat and turned his attention to her father. “I was just coming over to ask if you wouldn’t mind me doing the pool tomorrow, rather than next week,” he asked respectfully. As Karina’s mother handed him a drink, he thanked her before returning his gaze to her father.
“Of course. Is everything okay?” her father inquired, still engrossed in his meal as Karina resumed her seat, observing the exchange.
“Yes, sir. Just made some plans for Sammy’s birthday; he’s back in town for the next few months,” Ethan explained proudly, giving her a subtle wink as he caught her watching him.
“Yes, all fine with me, but we won’t be here so you’ll be dealing with Karina here,” her dad remarked with a roll of his eyes. Karina playfully slapped his arm when he chuckled, unable to suppress the nostalgic smile that crept onto her lips. His deep chuckle reminded her of her childhood.
“I’m sure I can handle her,” Ethan grinned directly at her, while her mother distracted her father.
“We’ll see, Lee,” Karina smirked, swiftly changing the subject to avoid losing her composure.
”So, how is Sam anyway?” Karina inquired, turning in her seat to look up at him where he stood.
“He’s good, not so little anymore. Got a fiance and he’s a lawyer,” Ethan informed her proudly as she stood by the kitchen counter, refilling her drink.
“Always thought the two of you would end up together,” Ethan revealed, completely confusing her.
Hearing her mother laugh, Karina's eyes widened. “Oh no, this one here had a thing for his b-” her mother stopped abruptly, noticing Karina's flushed face and the way she was looking at her.
Before her mother could say anything else that Karina would regret ever telling her, she led Ethan to the front door, he laughed, willingly following her. That is until they reached the door frame; he stopped, turning to look down at her.
“So best friend, or big brother?” he smirked, his green eyes practically sparkling. Karina thought to herself, cocky son of a bitch.
“See you tomorrow, pool boy.”
“Are you gonna come keep me company, while I do a favor for your parents?” he asked cheekily, throwing an arm above his head to lean against the door frame.
“I might,” Karina shrugged off her answer, wishing that he didn’t still have this insane effect on her after all of these years, but she tried not to let him get to her.
“Wait, you mean that’s not your only job?” Karina asked mockingly. Ethan smirked when she stepped closer, shaking his head at her.
“Nope,” he winked, popping the 'p'.
“My job, my real job, involves me getting a lot dirtier,” he revealed, licking his lips when he noticed her staring. She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling the heat of his chest against hers.
“I’m a mechanic, sweetheart,” he added at her confused expression, and okay god, it got worse.
“R-Right, yeah. Makes sense,” she stuttered, and there were the nerves she remembered so well.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow then, sugar.”
“Yeah, sure,” Karina replied quietly, watching him walk away. He headed over to the car parked in the drive, the one that used to be his dad's.
Closing the door, Karina turned to find her mother behind her, quickly noticing just how sheepish she looked.
“I’m so sorry, baby! I completely forgot!” her mother rushed to explain, and all Karina could do was laugh it off.
“Stop it! I swear, it’s all fine! A little embarrassing admittedly, but still, it’s okay,” she assured her, pulling her into a hug. Her mother quickly relaxed against her, wrapping her in her arms.
She pulled back with a watery smile.
“I’m so glad you’re back, baby, we really missed you,” smiling, she cupped Karina's cheeks, like she was trying to memorize her face.
“I know, mom, let’s go eat.”
The night passed quickly, talk of the old days and how Karina was considering coming back home. Before she knew it, she was waving them away, watching the taxi disappear.
She looked at the time, swearing under her breath. Her dad had told her Ethan would be over in the next hour, and she really wanted a bath before he got here.
Taking a longer bath than she meant to, Karina left herself only ten minutes to slip into her new red bikini and shorts.
It was so hot outside, and she was determined to drive him crazy. He wanted to be all sexy; two could play at that game. She’d put up with it enough when she was younger, having a somewhat filthy crush on her best friend’s big brother was definitely not ideal.
She just about heard the knock at the door, which was quickly followed by the unmistakable noise of the doorbell. Heading downstairs after a quick glance in the mirror, taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
“Mornin’ Karina,” he winked, giving her an appreciative once over before walking past her into the house.
Closing the door behind him, Karina frowned.
“Really, Ethan, jeans? You are cleaning the pool, right? So why not wear shorts?” she questioned as she followed him into the back garden.
“I don’t do shorts, sweetheart. Why? Do you wanna see some more skin or somethin’?” he asked suggestively, unlocking the shed to get the things he needed. She didn’t see his face, but she was sure he was smirking to himself.
She scoffed at him, moving aside as he began pulling things out of the shed.
“No. I just wondered, it’s so damn hot today. Seems kinda odd weather for that,” she stated, nodding at his attire, brushing it off as easily as she could.
“Well, something is definitely hot” he grins, eyeing her shamelessly as he pulls off his shirt, hanging it on the back of the chair. “There, better?” he asks knowingly, a smug look on his face when Karina choke back a moan, almost swallowing her own tongue.
He doesn’t wait for an answer as he locks the shed door, leaving her to stare at his back.
The sunlight bounces off his tanned skin as he walks over to the pool with the equipment, and Karina realise that she never seen someone with so many muscles in their back. She can just imagine dragging your nails down it as he–
Karina manage to stop that train of thought before it gets out of hand. But she can’t stop herself from watching the very slight swing of his hips, how those jeans fit so snugly against his toned ass and legs, sitting perfectly on his hips.
All she can do is watch him walk away. Safe to say he gives as good as he gets.
Slightly bewildered, Karina follow him after a moment longer of staring, taking her seat on the sun lounger by the pool. She watch him work closely, seeing those muscles visibly rolling under his skin. He seems to be biting on his tongue as he concentrates on the job at hand. Something particularly stubborn makes his jaw tense.
Karina slip out of your shorts easily, letting them fall to the floor, she lay back, deciding to at least try and relax while Ethan works.
It wasn’t like she could stare at him all day, right?
A little while passes, the sun beating down on her is much needed. However, Karina’s sunbathing is interrupted by a large shadow, which completely blankets her body. Shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand you open them, quickly meeting Ethan’s.
“You should probably put this on sweetheart.” He instructs firmly, holding out the sun cream to her.
Karina can’t help but notice the sweat that coats his skin, glistening in the sun, she pause reaching for the bottle with an idea in mind.
“Is that an offer, Lee?” Karina question sweetly as possible, crossing her legs at the knees as she run her fingers from the top of her thigh to her knee, acutely aware of the way his eyes are taking in her body.
He shrugs with a smug look on his face, “Sure, we can’t have you burning can we,”
Karina hum in approval rolling onto her front, she rest her head on her folded arms. Turning her head to watch as Ethan's kneels beside you.
“Such a gentleman.” Karina reply sarcastically, smiling against her arm when he chuckles.
The second his cream covered warm hands touch her skin goosebumps cover her body, she bite back a moan, a little unsuccessfully when his thumbs press into the muscles of her shoulders and around her shoulder blades. Pushing under the strap of Karina’s bikini top, where he’s so close to brushing the sides of her breasts.
Ethan's hands are so big, as they rub the cream into Karina’s skin it doesn’t take him long to reach the bottom of her spine.
Karina arch back into his touch even more, when his thumbs push just under the top of her swimming bottoms, fingers curling around the front of her hips, digging in but not quite the same way. After a few minutes he continues down her body, his touch remaining firm as he quickly does just under Karina’s ass cheeks. Spreading her legs a little as his hands move down her thighs, the perfect amount of pressure against every muscle.
Karina knows that she’s wet, this is without doubt the best massage she’s ever had and very unexpected, god she hope he can’t see it.
“Fuck.” Karina hear him grit out quietly, as his hands move down her calves.
Gently he taps Karina's ankle and clears his throat.
“Turn over, I’ll do the front.” Ethan rasps out, voice breaking a little with each word.
Swallowing hard, Karina as nervous as hell, but there is no way she's backing out now. He’d started this, she's weren’t about to stop him if he wanted to finish it.
Closing her eyes she turn onto her back, shielding her eyes with her arm.
Ethan starts on Karina's legs, the higher his hands get, the more her muscles tense and her pussy starts to flutter. His hands run along the line of her swimming pants, right in the crease of her groin.
The moan that slips past Karina's lips couldn’t have been stopped if she'd tried, she feel the wood creak beneath her as Ethan climbs between her legs on the sun lounger. His calloused hands rubbing cream into Karina’s stomach, fingertips slipping beneath the cups of her bikini top, running along the underside of her breasts.
Ethan leans over her further, and Karina feel his hard cock brush against her thigh as he takes her arms, rubbing the cream in. Karina finally dare to blink open her eyes, the wild beating of her heart and the blood rushing in her ears are unbearable.
Biting into her lip when her eyes meet his again, Karina watch him squirt more cream onto his palms, before placing the bottle on the table.
Ethan's hands move over Karina's chest slowly, pushing the straps down her shoulders, she tilt her head back when he rubs the cream into her neck, his hand resting on her throat as he leans in closer.
“Ain’t even been swimmin’ yet and your panties are soaked.” Ethan groans, moving in closer still, but she stop him before he gets too close, resting her hand on his bare chest.
Pushing him back gently, watching the way he sits back on his feet, eyes completely focused on her as she sit up. Karina slip out from beneath him, smiling at the look on his face.
“Better make sure you’ve done your job properly.” Karina smile seductively, loving the way he watches her as she make her way over to the pool.
When Karina reach the steps she turn to find him standing from the sun lounger. Clearing his throat he rearranges himself in his jeans, but the thick line of his cock is still clearly visible, he quickly focuses those green eyes back on her.
“You coming, pool boy?” Karina ask cheekily, as she lower yourself into the cool water, watching the smirk that appears on his plump lips.
“You remember that I’m older than you, right? More like the pool man,” Ethan quips, undoing his belt and leather slaps against leather. Leaning against the pool’s edge as Karina's chin resting on her arms and she look up at him.
Just in time to watch him pop the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper.
“Guess you’ve got me there. So, since you don’t like shorts, are you wearing boxers?” Karina ask curiously, trying but failing to hide her smile.
Ethan laughs at that, dropping his jeans and pulling them off his legs, “Normally you would’ve been right, but on this occasion” he leaves the reply hanging in the air. Letting Karina's eyes drop with his jeans, she couldn’t even be disappointed that he was still wearing boxers. Not since the sizeable bulge was still very much present and accounted for, even more visible in the thin fabric.
Sitting down on the side of the pool Ethan's legs dangle in the water, his ass right on the very edge. Karina swimming over to him and stand between his open legs. Looking up at his face as she rest her hands on his thick thighs.
“So what’s the verdict sweetheart, did I do a good enough job?” Ethan questions leaning back on his hands, grunting in surprise when Karina’s breasts brush against the bulge in Ethan pants.
“Not too bad, for a part timer.” Karina giggle watching the comical eye roll he gives her. The image of him in overalls and covered in grease hits her. Karina almost certain he would look even better dirty than he does clean, which is saying something.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing just how good you are at your real job though, see how dirty you get.” Karina reveal, chewing on her bottom lip as her hands slip into the legs of Ethan boxers. Ethan hisses at the sting of the pain, when her nails sink into the tops of his thighs, his rock hard length laying untouched between them.
“You should come down the garage some time, I’ll show you just how dirty I get” Ethan grunts through gritted teeth.
Licking her lips, Karina hum appreciatively, “I’d really like that.” She admit, dragging her nails back down Ethan's thighs, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. Leaning up against the pool’s side on her elbows, Karina tuck her fingers into the sides of his boxer shorts.
Ethan seems to be nervous as he looks around the garden, like he’s expecting someone to pop out.
“Everything okay, Ethan? You look nervous.” Karina acknowledge cheekily, as he debates lifting his ass for literally a second, seeming to ignore any doubts he has he finally lets her tug the boxers down, over his ass and down those strong bow legs.
Karina watch Ethan's Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he glances around one more time. Then he focuses back on her, as her small hand wraps around his cock. That perfect green of his eyes has almost completely been swallowed by the black of his pupils when his eyes meet hers again.
Ethan shifts where he sits, trying to wiggle closer to Karina when she start to move her hand up and down his thick length. Karina other hand rests on his strong thigh, helping her keep her balance. Karina lean forward, licking her lips, hearing Ethan swear under his breath when her lips wrap around the swollen head of his cock. Running her tongue over his slit, moaning when the taste of his pre-come hits her tongue for the first time.
“Fuck, sweetheart that’s it,” Ethan groans, tossing his head back, hand fisting in Karina's hair as she take him further into her mouth, Karina's tongue pressing to the underside of his cock.
Karina love the way his hand tightens in her hair, short nails that dig into her scalp.
Karina's hands are now resting on both his thighs, as his cock bumps against the back of her throat. Ethan thrusts his hips, letting himself go a little, she watch him, almost positive there has never been a sexier sight in the world. The speed in which he snaps his hips causes her to gag a little. But even after his surprised gasp, Karina continue when his hips stop moving, letting her take the control back.
Karina continue to take him as deep as she can, saliva leaking from the corners of her lips. Nails sinking into his thighs when she swallow around his cock. Then it slips into her throat briefly and Ethan can’t stop the choked out whine that slips past his perfect lips at her actions.
Ethan's tugging on Karina's hair becomes more insistent, she finally relent, gasping for air when his cock is popped from between her lips, smacking back against his stomach.
Karina's pussy is still throbbing almost painfully, she look up at him and lick her lips, with her most seductive smile she step back, further into the pool, beckoning him towards her with a single finger.
Taking a moment to catch his breath he watches her, reminding her somewhat of a tiger ready to pounce on their meal.
Then all the air gets stuck in Karina's throat and she have to fight not to choke on it, when Ethan slips into the pool, skin still slick with sweat and he looks like a male model. He’s fucking stunning, slipping beneath the water briefly, he reemerges, running a hand through his now dripping wet hair as he walks towards her slowly, Karina suddenly not sure if she even remember how to speak.
The confidence from before is slipping and she sure that he can see it, which is made clearer when the corner of his mouth curves into a half smirk. Clearly someone catching the two of them was the last thing he was worried about now.
Crowding Karina back against the pool’s edge, Ethan presses himself close to her, resting a hand on the edge behind her, while his other hand tucks some wayward hair behind her ear.
Leaning in closer his nose nudges hers, hot breath fanning across Karina's lips, and she finally manage to swallow the lump in her throat.
“How’re you still so nervous about kissing me, sweetheart? With what this perfect little mouth just did, felt fuckin’ incredible wrapped around my cock”
Ethan pauses to let his thumb brush over Karina's parted lips, she lick her lips as his hand moves down slowly and he captures her chin. “I still remember that time at that end of year house party, the one which you and Sammy snuck into” he smirks, causing her to suck in a breath when his free hand grips her ass roughly, pulling her closer to him.
Karina blushed like crazy at the mention of that night, “You were drunk off your ass Ethan, I didn’t b-” Karina cut off by Ethan plump lips pressing against hers in a demanding kiss, his big hand cups her neck, thumb pressing into her jaw as he angles her head right were he wants it.
It takes her mind a moment to catch up with her body but she finally breathe, relaxing into the kiss. Ethan's free hand moves behind Karina's back, tugging the ties of her bikini top until it falls loose and Ethan tosses it away. Moving those big warm hands down Karina's body Ethan cups her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples with his rough fingers and thumbs.
Karina's lips part at the same time as Ethan's, her tongues effortlessly moving together. As Ethan pulls back she capture his bottom lip between her teeth, delighting in the groan that bubbles up in his throat. He doesn’t stop there, kissing and nipping his way down her neck, sucking marks into her soft skin.
“You believe me now?” He all but growls against her ear, she nod quickly, tugging at the strings of her bikini bottoms, pulling them loose.
Ethan pulls away from Karina's neck, finally meeting her eyes again, his wet hair spiked up in all sorts of directions from the pair of her carding her hands through it. Water still clings to his eyelashes, dropping from the tip of his nose, water droplets rolling down his chest distracting her a little.
“Yes Ethan, I believe you.” Karina answer obediently, taking his hand and positioning it between her own thighs.
Ethan looks down the very small gap remaining between the two of them, sliding two fingers between Karina's folds, she grab at his shoulders when those fingers push inside her. Karina's walls stretch around his fingers, one of her hands falls from his shoulder, dropping beneath the water she wrap her small fingers around his thick cock.
Karina's forehead drops against his, panting breaths begin to mix together. Hitching a leg over his hip Karina rock against his fingers, feeling his cock pressing into her thigh.
“You want my cock in your pretty pussy baby? You wanna fuck the pool guy, like a dirty little girl?”
“Jesus Ethan,” Karina moan as his filthy words wash over her. No guy had ever spoken to Karina like this before and there was no denying that she were loving it, but she don’t have a clue about how to respond to him. “Not so worried about the neighbours seeing us now then?” Karina question breathlessly, as Ethan carefully pulls his fingers out with a final tap against her clit.
“Fuck it, let ‘em watch.” Ethan grits out when Karina release his cock. Karina running her hands up his chest then grip his broad shoulders, using them to balance when he roughly grabs her ass and squeezes, she jump a little, hooking her other leg over his free hip.
As Karina rocking her hips, Ethan’s thick cock easily slides against her slick pussy, nudging between her folds he repeatedly taps against her clit, she can’t help but whimper, clinging to his broad shoulders.
Pausing for a moment Ethan lifts Karina higher, “You ready sweetheart. C’mon talk to me? You want my cock baby?” Ethan questions huskily smirking when Karina bite her lip, his thighs shaking trying to resist the urge to just snap his hips forward.
Karina moan pushing her ass harder into his hands, hoping that he’ll give her what she need. Ethan lines up with her entrance, so that the head of his cock nudges teasingly against her opening and she meet his darkened green eyes.
“C’mon pool boy, show me what you’ve got.”
A long drawn out moan leaves Karina lips when Ethan finally breaks, slowly lowering her onto his hard cock. Clenching his jaw, veins becoming more visible in his neck as he enters her slowly inch by tortuous inch.
“So fuckin’ tight.” Ethn groans dropping his head forward, so that he can suck and bite marks into Karina's neck. Karina cling to him, curses and whimpered plea’s leaving her lips.
Tugging on Ethan’s hair harshly Karina force him to look up at her.
“Fuck! I need it Ethan, please!” Karina begging but she don’t care, because the words are barely out of her mouth before Ethan gives her what she need, snapping his hips forward, filling her in one blissfully hard thrust.
Ethan's fingers are digging into Karina's ass when he starts thrusting, the movements slow and rough but precise, hitting her g-spot on every movement. Karina's feet dig into his ass, water splashing around them with every powerful movement.
“You feel so good baby, shit.” Ethan pants breathlessly, pulling his head away from Karina's neck and his gorgeous green eyes lock onto hers. Karina pushing her hands into the back of his hair as she kiss him, tongue meeting his and messy uncontrolled kiss, angling her hips just right she start to rise and fall on his cock.
Breaking apart only when she feel her pussy beginning to clamp down around his thick length.
“Ethan.. please I’m g-gonna come..” Karina gasp out as she begin to lose her rhythm.
“Fuck, C’mon baby give it to me. Come all over my fucking cock!” Ethan practically snarls low in his chest.
Karina hooking legs over his arms a squeak of surprise leaving her lips when Ethan starts fucking up into her more faster. He’s so deep, it’s like a fire is building in her stomach.
Karina cling to him, his rough movements cause the water to create waves around her. Ethan feels so fucking good that Karina barely notice, she drop her face into the crook of his neck, hot breath fanning against his skin. Sucking and biting marks everywhere she can reach, then out of nowhere Karina orgasm hits her full force, causing her eyes to roll almost painfully, she have to sink her teeth into his shoulder to stop herself from screaming his name.
Ethan hisses as the pain throbs against his skin, carefully he lowers her legs letting her feet touch the floor again. Feeling a little dazed, Karina run her fingers along the bite mark on Ethan's skin, she can’t help but wince a little.
“I’m sorry pool boy, got you all marked up.” Karina giggle lightly, biting into her bottom lip when those eyes turn on her again.
A growl bubbles up in Ethan's throat, he spins her in his hold; roughly pressing Karina into the side of the pool, his chest pressed tightly against her back. Karina spread her legs as his lips press against her ear.
“Oh you wanna see marked up sweetheart, I’ll show you.” Ethan snaps harshly, causing Karina skin to practically buzz as he drags his teeth over her earlobe, those big hands spread her ass cheeks and his cock nudges at her slick entrance again.
“I’ll give you fuckin’ pool boy.” Ethan grunts as he pushes inside Karina in one thrust and bottoms out, muffling her screaming moan with his hand.
Karina fall over the side of the pool with a whimper when Ethan releases her mouth, grip tight and unyielding on her hips. His thrusts are nothing like they’d been before and she can’t get enough, the water sloshes over the edge of the pool as Ethan’s hips bounce off her ass with every brutal thrust he delivers.
“You’re so deep.. Fuck! Feels so good Ethan,” Karina cry out loudly, completely giving up on keeping her voice down, Karina push her ass back meeting his thrusts the best that she can.
“Shit, Karina! I’m gonna come.” Ethan grits out as his hips begin to stutter. His big hands move further over the curves of Karina body, wrapping those talented fingers around her ribs, and she sure that bruises will form there the same way they were beginning to on her hips.
Ethan shifts so that his knees are resting on the ledge between Karina legs, leaning over her so his body is almost draped on top of hers.
“Give it to me Ethan! Please, I need it! Don’t stop.” The words leave Karina lips without her really thinking, nobody has ever had her this wound up and ready to snap, not this fast and definitely not for a second time.
Pushing a hand between her legs Ethan rubs rough circles around Karina clit, forcing her orgasm forward, It’s practically bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Squeezing her eyes shut Karina feel her thighs start to shake. Ethan stills behind her, a broken moan leaving his plump lips when he finally comes, her pussy clamps down on his cock as he spills inside her.
His fingers and hips keep moving, his hands feel like they’re everywhere. Karina can’t take it anymore, she gasp his name and with a final rough thrust of his hips pushing her into the side of the pool, she fall apart around him all over again.
Karina shivering as her body collapses against the cold stone in front of her, Ethan's sweaty forehead drops to the bottom of her back, his soft lips pressing kisses into her skin waiting for her to come down.
Karina breathing finally slows down and Ethan helps you down, back into the water, he turns Karina in his arms. “Fuck that was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened.” Ethan grins happily, pulling her body against his as he kisses her, she melt against his lips.
Smiling when she pull away, she push the wet hair from his forehead.
“Think we’ll be remembering this for a few weeks.” Karina giggle, running her fingers gently over the marks on his skin, as his fingers skim across the bruises he’d left behind on her body.
Biting his lip his eyes move across Karina body, still standing so close to his own.
“Oh yeah sweetheart, I’d say so.”
“Trouble is Mr pool man, you’ve definitely got more work to do.”
Ethan rolls his eyes, but she can see the smile that’s curling at the corners of his lips, when he dangles her bikini bottoms from his finger, right in front of her face.
“Oh you ain’t gettin’ out of this one young lady.”
Karina squeal as he tosses the bottoms aside and throws her backwards, she land in the water with a splash. Karina re-emerge from the water, gasping for breath and glare right at Ethan.
“Oh you’re so fucking dead, Lee!”
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THE PARADISE PARADOX. PJM / M!READER
summary. jimin loves the way you taste.
wc. 3k (nsfw under the cut)
tags. smut | established relationship, vampire “fuck gender” jimin, top reader + bottom jimin (who’s in charge changes), big dick!reader (so real), riding, begging, fingering, praise (r. receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, blood + blood drinking
it is a dark night, but perfectly clear. what little breeze wandering through the streets carries itself with a flippant sing-song hum, teasing the brims of hats and the silk ties of businesspeople. it travels towards the centre of the city and eases the flushed skin of drunks who overestimated their limits, brushing over their backs in sympathy as they empty their stomachs into the bins.
at last, it twirls around a blond's hair, fine strands of spun gold fluttering as the breeze settles, like a puppy finding its owner. he brushes a lock of hair out of smoky, vivacious eyes and smiles behind a black mask.
"thank you for coming out with me tonight," he hums, interlacing his fingers around his knees. "whenever you're around, i always feel better."
you smile and lean back on your palms, the concrete rough on your skin. you turn your eyes skyward, squinting through the pollution in search of stars. you find none in the sky, but then you drop your gaze to his, and you find everything you're looking for in those dark eyes. "glad to be of service, young master."
he rolls his eyes and they crinkle at your pretentious cadence. behind him, the nightclub throbs with life, blood, and bass. "i'm not all that young," he comments, tucking his hair behind his ear. "haven't been for quite a while."
"really?" you lean closer, inspecting his face. you brush your knuckles down the curve of his cheek. "oh. i see. hiding the crow's feet with smudged makeup? how infinitely clever."
he shoves your shoulder and huffs at your laughter. "you think you're so funny..."
"c'mon, peaches. you know i'm joking – pouts look cute on you."
he nudges your ankle with his chunky doc martens and rises to his feet, dusting off his dark pants with a grumpy sigh. he glances back at you expectantly. "you're supposed to disagree with me. that's how being my boyfriend works. i don't even want to sit with you anymore."
you stare up at him with big eyes. he shakes his head, and when your head begins to tilt, he crouches down in front of you. his white shirt hangs open over his collar and only a single button is done up right over his belt, revealing a plentiful expanse of ivory skin. upon noticing the low drop of the shoulder seams, you realise that you have finally found your missing shirt.
in fairness, he looks much better in it.
"eyes up, lovely." he bumps the soft skin beneath your chin and your gaze flickers upwards. he smiles behind his mask. "better. now, no more puppy eyes. that's my ace card." he pauses. "you're mostly forgiven, by the by, because i'm still hungry. will you stand up, or will you just sit there and make sad faces at me until one of us gets a kiss?"
"i really like the idea of the last word you said."
he bumps your cheek with the front of his mask and his eyes turn into sweet crescents as he hums. "is that enough to persuade you into helping me?"
he places his ringed hands on your knees. it's three in the morning and the streets are empty, filled with nothing but shadows of shadows, and the neon pink sign behind you reflects the shimmery glitter brushed onto his eyelids. little pink hearts glow in the corners of his irises, the name of the club barely a smudge of white, and he giggles in victory as you push yourself to stand. he takes your offered hand and swings it between your bodies as you cross the street, a light skip in his step.
you glance down at him with an easy smile and press a kiss to the crown of his hair. "so – hungry, huh? club didn't satisfy your needs?"
"no." his eyes darken the longer you hold his gaze, warm and heavy. he nearly purrs, "indulge me, love, and i’ll forgive you for being so mean."
he snakes his hands over your chest and around your shoulders, careless in the empty streets. naturally, your hands come to rest on his waist. that sharp gaze of his burrows its way through your very being, and his eyes curve as if he's smirking under that mask; he knows what he does to you, brushing the pad of his finger against your warm jugular so innocently. you could drown in him – his lips, his smiles, his soft skin and softer words. he runs his thumb gently over your bottom lip.
indulgence has always been your worst sin.
—
yn.
the way he says your name makes your skin crawl. is that a shiver of want, or a shiver of fear? he rocks his hips lightly against yours, barely discernible from a chaste shift of his hips except for the flush rising to his cheeks, and you find it doesn't matter anymore.
nothing matters. nothing matters but the way he looks at you with gentle dark eyes, some beautiful byronic lover, and the way he kisses you – the way he kisses you makes you shudder, born of your own ego.
he kisses you with softness, with discipline, touching you as if afraid of the damage he might do to your delicate skin with just his nails. some impatient part of you wishes he would touch you without thinking so much about the pressure, the strength, the speed; he's a tiny little thing, after all, your instincts scoff – what could he ever do to you?
but the smarter part of you knows how easily he overwhelms men twice his size. a grin on his red lips, a boot on their throats, asking if they still think he's just a helpless pretty girl.
"you're thinking too much," he whispers, sending a thrilling rush to your head. he plays with your hair, grasping the soft hairs at the nape of your neck and tugging – gently – backward. slender white canines dig into his kiss-swollen lips and his pink tongue peeks out, as if savouring the taste of you. "is it at least about me?"
"don't ask rhetorical questions," you reply with the sort of breathless helplessness that has him twitching in interest. "how could i think of – ah!"
jimin draws back from your neck with a pleased hum. "so sensitive," he teases, feeling your heart rabbiting under your ribs. it pulses through his very core. "i barely bruised you. how will you take it when i break skin?"
the warm, tender mark in the shape of his teeth throbs as he returns to it, his hips rolling with need on the edge of snapping into frenzy. you tug his shirt – your shirt – up from his belt and he obliges, lips mapping out the pattern of veins just beneath your skin. with so few buttons to fiddle with, it finds itself on the floor in half a second, and jimin giggles as your breath catches in your throat.
he's beautiful – all that seamless skin, pure as anything and taut over lean muscle like a marble statue. he guides your hand to his belt. your thumb trails the curve of his collarbones down the split between his chest, past his navel, and he tugs at your hair as his pillowy lips meet yours, breath cold and sweet. he does what he wishes with you, and your clothes, and he acts as if he has all the time in the world.
he isn't always so pale, like a porcelain doll. you see his hunger – feel it throbbing against you – and his cold caresses against the heat of his kisses make you dizzy. your head rolls back as he moans softly against your adam's apple, zeroing in on the hot blood that roars through your veins.
he's cold. he's hot. he's teasing, and yet gives you everything you want, blinking up at you with pretty, pleading eyes; it's the only time he'll ever defer to you, fingers running impatiently over the broad expanse of your chest, and you take a mean pleasure in letting him grind against you without a taste of the one thing that drives him wild.
"not yet," you husk, and he shivers as you wrap your hand around his length, tugging languidly. "i need a little incentive."
with a moan, he pulls at your buckle and zipper, crushing his lips to yours with a lapse of control – his teeth nick your lip and he gasps as it spills onto his tongue. "baby—"
"peaches."
he whines as you lean back against the couch. your tongue darts out and smears the blood over your lower lip. jimin watches with a starved expression, lips parting to moan as your thumb flicks over his leaking tip.
"th-this isn't fair," he says breathily, struggling to keep his voice steady. he takes you in his palm more eagerly than his words would suggest and he licks his still-bloody lip. "i'm so hungry..."
"i asked if you wanted to grab someone on the way home, peaches. you were the one who insisted it wasn't worth the effort." your lips move down his neck, warm breath tingling his skin. "or did you just get jealous, seeing me make pretty words at another boy?"
he gasps out a cry as two of your fingers slide into him. he was so focussed on the heat of you sliding in his palm that he didn't even hear the tear of the wrapper.
you turn him soft. vulnerable. you pump your fingers into him slowly and he grinds his hips down with a wanton moan, a soft, shaky purr right in your ear that makes your cock pulse.
"i don’t get jealous," jimin murmurs, impatient and raspy. he crushes his lips to yours and his hips jerk as you add a third finger. only now does the burn become something resembling pain, and his thoughts fizzle out as he empties another packet of lube onto your dick and strokes it – the sound you make, all the way down from the base of your ribs, is enough to sear a permanent place in a secret crevice of his mind.
"'course not," you grunt as his pretty moans turn breathless. one hand runs over his pink cock to press against his perineum and he cracks the moment you find his prostate, letting loose a high, quivering whimper as his thick, creamy thighs snap closed around your wrist. "always so sensitive... not so coy now, hm? where'd all that fire go?"
his brow furrows in annoyance. when he opens his mouth, you push your will against his – his sentence falls apart, nerves burning with need.
"s-stop messing around," he gasps, unfocussed eyes fluttering as his fist around your cock quickens. his thighs tighten around your hand, grinding roughly into it. he swallows, mouth dry and throat at the beginnings of drought. "so fucking hungry, baby... i need it..."
you pull your hand away and place it flat on his thigh at the junction of his hip, squeezing in warning.
you hush him softly and he moans into the kiss. hot breath fans his cheek and he shivers, dark eyes even darker with lust. "patience, peaches." your voice lilts with a tease. "you shouldn't have put off feeding for so long – you can't even pretend like you're still in control."
his teeth hurt, and his gums – fuck – are really starting to throb. it was self-inflicted and he couldn't think of anything except release – his whiteout high, the thick coppery flow into his mouth...
his dark eyes open to the side of your throat. he can hear it. he can feel it. rushing through you is pure red life, sweet and heady like wine – flowing, flowing, to the rapid beat of your heart.
you slide your fingers out of him. he swiftly drops down onto your cock with a pretty cry of pleasure and you groan as he leans in, easing you inside him inch by inch.
"fuck," he whines into your neck, arms tightening around your shoulders as he draws himself up until the tip. he sinks back down with a long, feathery moan, and your grip on his waist becomes bruising as he settles flush with your hips. "f-fuck, s'big, so big...!"
he swallows you up greedily, aching fangs poking his lower lip, and he giggles through panting breaths as he directs your hands to his ass.
perfectly round and smooth. you squeeze indulgently as he bounces on your lap, and the way his ass moulds around the shape of your fingers makes you throb. even like this, vulnerable and split in half by your cock, he holds such power over you; the long drag of your cock against his soft wet walls beats you down into a primal hunger, burning and all-consuming until it feels something like rage.
his slick heat, gulping you down as if he'll die otherwise – he very well might – drives your hips up to meet his. he gasps and moans out something grateful, head thrown back as your cock strikes his prostate. his heaving chest and half-lidded eyes, makeup smudged with how many times he's pushed his blond hair back, turn that angry hunger into arousal so thick you feel your heartbeat in your cock.
"more," he cries. "mmh – f-fills me up so well, you’re so fucking good to me..."
your hips snap up and he dissolves into moans, trembling as you help him match your punishing pace. he keens into your throat, plump lips ravenous and reverent, and you chuckle roughly, cock driving viciously deep into him. "don't worry, peaches. after this, you could bleed me fuckin' dry and i'd be the one thanking you."
he has little time to do anything else except toss you a grin, white fangs flashing under the warm light of the living room lamp, before his leaking cock begins to ache hotly and the growing heat bubbles in the pit of his stomach. hunger overrides any manners he's learnt over the years.
you groan as he clenches around you, tight heat tugging and squeezing your length like a vice. he's gorgeous above you, lithe and glowing, and he knows how lovely he is, wearing a tiny smirk that tells you in a sweet whisper that he's playing with you, tracing the dips and curves of your neck when he can just as easily snap it with a twitch of his fingers.
every cell of his body thrums with insurmountable power and both of you know that he's always in charge, even when he lets you move his slender body around as much to your heart's content. he likes to play, always has, but with this bright blood-rushing romance, he can't help but wonder if this is what he's been pretending to have all this time.
"'m close, so close," he whines, "don't stop!"
"i'd never think of it, jimin." the way you say his name like a prayer rather than a curse has him reeling, raw want blazing along his nerves, and you bury your cock deep inside him with an incorrigibly innocent clink of your belt: "i'm yours."
his fangs sink into your neck and he cries out in bliss as thick coppery richness floods his mouth.
he moans, whimpering softly with a near-delirium as your cock pumps hotly into him, his thoughts condensed into an animalistic want-and-get as your fingers dig almost painfully into his hip. his cum paints your bare stomach, shimmering lightly with a thin layer of sweat, and you stroke him in time with your thrusts. he gulps you down and the sting of his teeth and the warmth of his lips tug at the fringes of your instincts, whirling between fight and fuck. your head buzzes pleasantly as if you've had one drink over tipsy, his soft skin and vanilla shampoo lulling you to comfort, and you slow only once he pulls away from your neck, sated at last.
his tongue drags down your jugular, lapping up the warm blood that pulses out with every beat of your heart. he hums in lazy pleasure as the two holes close up. it's a perk of having narrower fangs – he can control the flow with far better accuracy, and less waste. he always hates wasting meals.
soon, those pinpricks will heal, unscarred. jimin admires his own handiwork with a smile and finally lifts his hips, sighing in loose, shaky satisfaction as he closes the distance between your lips. you smooth your hand over the small of his back, swirling indolent patterns into his skin, and the white daze of pleasure eventually fades from the corners of your vision.
"you okay?" he whispers, resting his hand over your heart as he swipes cherry-red blood from his lower lip, curved upwards into a loose grin. “by the by... you’re forgiven. wholly.”
it takes a moment for your mouth to catch up to your head. "good. yeah. yeah, i'm alright. more than alright." you pull yourself straighter and wince at the dull throb in your neck, piercing all the way to your spine. you brush over it gingerly. "you didn't hold back at all."
he has the decency to look guilty, though he places his thumb between his lips and licks off the blood with a gaze too innocent to be genuine. "i'm sorry. you just taste so good – i couldn't help myself." he smiles softly and presses his lips to yours, slow and gentle. "i'll grab you something sweet once i’ve... recuperated. how about some ice-cream?"
you grab his hips and pull him back into you before he can leave. he falls backwards into your lap and giggles as your lips ghost over his shoulder.
"i've got my dessert right here, peaches," you murmur against his skin, and he lets out a soft hum. "and i'll be taking my second helping."
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Home | drabble
pairing: jimin × gn!reader
genre: fluff
a/n: ok this took me way over an hour..
slowly closing the front door, you kick off your shoes and throw your bag on the floor. this week has been absolutely exhausting, full of sleepless nights and exams. your stress level was through the roof and you didn't even remember the last time you slept more than 20 minutes.
the driveway was empty, sign that your parents left to go on vacation as they told you a few weeks ago. yet, the house was nothing but silent. the sound of the washing machine and the pots on the stove were muffled by your favourite songs around the house, the sound of dishes being washed still loud enough.
you felt tears filling up your eyes as the smell of your favourite dish entered your nose. this week you just felt alone. your parents were busy with their jobs and now their vacation, your friends were busy with their exams and you had nothing to do but study so you could pass your own.
making your way to the kitchen, you smiled softly when you saw the only person who could make you feel better dancing around while doing the dishes. your boyfriend, jimin. his back was facing you as he was washing dishes, an apron wrapped over his shirt and joggers.
he put the last bowl down on the drying rack and turned off the water after washing his hands one last time. jimin turned around and flinched when he saw you, a small gasp leaving his pink lips “damn love, you sca-'' he suddenly stopped, his bright smile dropping at the sight of your wet cheeks and red eyes
''why are you crying ? is everything ok ?" a look of worry took over his face as he made his way over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug as your dam broke, soft sobs escaping your lips as your hands gripped the back of his shirt.
your knees gave up and you both of you softly collapsed on the kitchen floor, your weight being supported by jimin. one of his hands was wrapped around your waist and the other was behind your head, playing with your hair as you nuzzled your head in his neck while breathing his cologne.
he always had this thing in him. the way his cologne or body wash smelled whenever you would nuzzle your head in his neck or chest, the way he engulfed you in warmness whenever he would cuddle or hug you, the way he took care of you every day, making sure you eat and sleep properly and always made sure you knew how much he loved you. no matter where you were or what you were doing, as long as you were with him you felt at home.
when your sobs finally tuned to occasional sniffs he pulled away, his hands immediately finding your cheeks and wiping your tears away. ''what happened love ?" he asked slowly, like you were made out of porcelain and he was scared to break you.
you looked into his eyes to reassure him that you were ok ''i was so stressed with all the exams and seeing all of this made me realise i'm so grateful to have you minnie. i love you so much" you said, covering his hands with yours and smiling.
his face turned into a wide grin before he pressed his lips on yours ''i love you more. but come on now, let's eat and sleep. i know you're tired'' he said, helping you up.
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↺ |◁ IVoice MessagesI ▷| ♡
Christmas Week day 5 (lmao or happy new year)
Jimin is Y/N's long distance boyfriend, whom Y/N is flying to see and spend the holidays with. Jimin, however, is getting bored waiting for him to arrive...
A bit rushed since my chromebook is slowly dying and keeps giving me the "chrome OS failed" screen, but I am getting it done! :)
Tags: Park Jimin x male reader, suggestive/smut
Warnings: 18+, sexting, talk of punishment and arousal in public
You tap your feet to the rhythm from your airpods, sitting patiently at your gate and waiting to board your plane. Its four days until Christmas, and you are headed to South Korea to spend the holiday with your boyfriend, Park Jimin. Long distance is hard, but you text each other every day, video calling every night and often fall asleep while on call. You are a part of each other's everyday routine. It feels a bit surreal to think that you will be able to hold Jimin in your arms in person, feel his warmth in real time, in only a few hours. You open your messages.
Me: I'm about to board, i'll text you when I land!
🍑Mochi🍑: Yay! I can't wait to see you. I missed you so much
Me: I missed you too baby, just give me a few hours and you'll be in my arms
🍑Mochi🍑: I can't wait that long, i'm booooored
:(
Me: I will be bored too lmao, just sitting in this plane. You can be patient for me, can't you?
🍑Mochi🍑: Actually, I have something for you! Here; [he inserts an audio file under the name 'Boredom Buster']
🍑Mochi🍑: Download this now so you can listen on the plane
Me: Lol what is this
🍑Mochi🍑: You'll see. Only listen on the plane though, no cheating!!!
🍑Mochi🍑: Pleaaaaaaaase?
Me: Okay okay lmao, I will.
Me: They just called me to board, turning on airplane mode now. I'll see you soon baby <3
🍑Mochi🍑: Love you Y/N <3
You switch your phone to airplane mode and board the plane, stowing your luggage and taking your seat. Surprisingly, even though it's close to the holidays, the plane is not crowded and you are able to have a seat with no people sitting directly next to you. You sit next to the window and get comfortable while you watch the plane slowly lift off the ground.
About an hour into the flight you wake up from your comfortable nap (or as comfortable a nap on a plane can be) to a man coughing somewhere on the plane rather loudly. You sigh and stretch out your arms and grab your phone. You connect your airpods. As you scroll through your open apps you come across your texts with Jimin and are reminded of his file. Curious and a bit bored, you decide to open the file in a new tab. It's just an audio file, so you put your phone down in your lap and press play.
"Hey baby!!"
You smile immediately as you hear the familiar voice of Jimin hit your ears. His voice never fails to make you happy. You can tell he was smiling because of how light his voice sounded. Hearing his voice only piques your excitement to hear it in person.
My baby. My angel boy.
"So if you're listening to this, that means you are on a plane to see me right now, unless you cheated. And if that's the case then hey!!! Quit it, okay? Only listen when you are on your way."
You sigh and chuckle. He really is adorable.
"Alright, so now that you're listening, I just have a few things I wanted to say to you before we see each other again. I know long distance is hard, but I love you and our love is strong, no matter the distance."
There is a pause in the recording with a soft sigh.
"But that's not why I'm recording this." There is a slight rustle of fabric and you assume that he is adjusting his position on his bed. "I am recording this because as much as I love you, I love teasing you just a tab bit more. And so uh..." After a short pause his voice gets closer to his mic in a whisper. "I'm not wearing anything right now."
You feel a twinge in your stomach as Jimin's soft yet mischevious giggles ring in your airpods. Exactly what is he playing at?...
"I just want you to think about what I look like right now. Me, who you will be seeing in a few hours, on my bed, which will have you in it in a few more hours. Hmm just thinking about you is making me feel things..."
The little bastard.
You contemplate stopping the recording and not playing his game, but as ashamed you may feel listening while so close to so many other people on the plane, you want to listen.
"Y/N... I'm going to touch myself for you... And you have to listen, okay? I know you're on a plane and can't touch yourself right now... But that's what makes it so much more fun."
Jimin giggles again. You take back what you thought earlier. He isn't your angel boy. Park Jimin is a little demon. You continue listening, unable to stop due to your perverted curiosity.
"Baby..." He whines into the mic. "Just thinking of what you will do to me later... I'm so hard already..." You hear a high pitched sigh and the sound of a cap being opened. "I wish I could see your face right now, how desperate you must be to see this, how badly you want to devour me yourself." There is the sound of his hands rubbing together what you assume to be either lotion or lube, and Jimin sucks in ba breath. "Ah, it's a bit cold." He giggles again.
You feel warm at your core and can sense yourself getting aroused. You adjust yourself in your chair and cough slightly to help and hopefully make it not obvious.
"Y/N, you make me feel so amazing, ever since you left I missed your touch, how you make my body do your bidding... It's like my body is calling for you, and no matter how much I touch myself I can't be truly satisfied..." He moans, slow and breathy. "Aaah, can you hear it? The sounds it makes are so lewd... I bet you can. I bet you love hearing me touch myself for you." His voice is trembling slightly, and you can tell he is working himself up pretty hard. The sound of his hand squelching slightly as he jacks himself off set off all of your primal instincts. He is right; you love it, and you want so badly to see and devour him.
"Hngh! Babyyy, I want you so bad..." His voice cracks and you hear him speed up. "God Y/N, you set my body on fire, I want your cock so bad, want you to make me come so bad babyyyyyy, aah!"
You glance down at your lap.
Fuck.
Your erection is definitely noticeable. No way you can get up and go to the bathroom now, everyone in the aisle would see and know why. You grit your teeth as you realize you are going to have to sit out your boner for the whole flight.
"Hnngh, Y/N hyung, I loove thinking about what you're going to do to me when you get here, uahhh, fuck, I want you to ruin me, ruin me please, pleaasee oh fuck- hngh!" You sigh, hoping your face isn't too flushed as you listen to Jimin orgasm. His voice cries out and he holds nothing back, showing your ears no mercy.
"Y/N..." Jimin gasps, regaining his breath. "I love you so much. You just have to get here as quick as you can, I don't know how much longer I can take it." He swallows and gets closer to the mic. "I'm all prepped and ready for you, so please, come punish me for being naughty and making you suffer. I'm sorry but also at the same time..." He giggles evilly. "I'm really not." The recording ends.
Park Jimin, you have no idea how much trouble you are in.
You take off your jacket and hold it in your lap to hide your raging boner as you begrudgingly sit and wait for the remaining hour you have in the air.
---------At the airport...---------
You drag your luggage behind you as you step off the platform. You stretch, glad to finally be on the ground and happy to be back home. You make your way to the entrance where you are supposed to meet Jimin. Sure enough, in the crowd of people greeting each other, you see a slim yet elegant figure wearing silver earrings, a white button-up and black trousers and his signature heeled dress shoes waiting for you, grinning.
"Y/N! You finally made it!" He runs to you like from a classic romance movie and you catch him in your arms. "I missed you so much."
You hold him close to you and you embrace him in a kiss. God, it feels so good to kiss him after so long.
"I missed you too baby. I'm so glad to be home." You caress the back of his neck while your other hand holds his back as you hug each other.
"Let's get going! We have so much catching up to do and- aAH-" Jimin yelps in surprise as your hand moves from his neck to gently yet with force grab his hair and your other hand presses his pelvis close to you.
"You turn around and get your sexy ass to the car this instant, baby boy. Let's see if you can actually handle that punishment you wanted so badly..." You whisper through your teeth into his ear. Jimin moans quietly, practically melting for you.
"Yes sir." He smiles.
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Hi, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a poly relationship with Jungkook and Jimin as power bottoms to their younger and shorter boyfriend and they would ride and be verbal with him
Jealousy is such bitch .
Jungkook x jimin x male reader
Warnings: gay poly relationship, power bottom/sub top! Jungkook and jimin, sub dom! Male reader, smut, riding, hardcore(?), male reader being shorter and younger than jungkook and jimin, dense! male reader, male reader is a grade lower than jimin and jungkook, cum denial, chocking, cuddling at the end.
A/N: toes curling while writing this right now. Also, thanks for the request!! I'm really glad you guys like/enjoy my writing<3333
R/n: random name. (It can be any gender)
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Jimin and jungkook were jealous. Their boyfriend Y/N was talking to R/N. And jimin and jungkook knew that R/N had a crush on you. The way R/N would flirt with you and look down at you biting their lip.
Jimin and jungkook were watching R/N flirt with you way times. But you were very dense. "God!! I hate R/N flirting with our boyfriend!! It makes me furious!!" Jimin said complaining to jungkook.
Jungkook couldn't agree more. Jungkook was tapping his foot waiting for your conversation with R/N to be over. "We have to do something about this.." jungkook said looking to jimin. "Ur right." Jimin said back.
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"Bye Y/N!!" R/N said to waving to you. "Bye!" You said giving them a small wave. You and R/N were in the same grade while your boyfriends, Jungkook and jimin were a grade up then you. But you didn't know what your boyfriends were planning. You thought R/N was a cool person. Since you were so dense, you didn't think they were flirting with you.
You were walking to your last class of the day. It was currently a friday.
But after your last class, something interesting would happen when you would get to your dorm..
....
You sighed as you unlocked your dorm. You walked inside the place dropping your backpack on the floor and taking off your shoes. "Ahh finally," you said.
You took off your blazer off your uniform and walked to your bedroom. When you unlocked the door on your bedroom, your eyes went wide. You saw jimin and jungkook naked on bed.
You were literally drooling at jimin's and jungkooks naked bodies. "W-what are you guys d-doing here...?" You said looking at them while getting hard.
Jimin smiled at you. "Oh boy~ look what you have done.." jimin said. "H-huh..?" You said back. Jungkook and jimin just got up from your bed and walked up to you.
Jungkook looked down at you and bent down to roughly kiss you on the lips. And jimin bent down and left hickeys on your neck. "M-mmm!~" you said moaning in jungkooks mouth.
Jungkook broke your guys kiss. "Let's get you out of these clothes, Y/N~" jimin said licking his lips. Jimin was taking off your shirt and jungkook was unblucking your belt and taking off your pants.
And you were left with your boxers on. You could feel the painful boner in his boxers. "I'm so c-confused. What did I d-do..?" You said to jimin and jungkook. They both laughed. "Who is this R/N person..?" Jimin said to you forceing you to look at both jimin and jungkook.
"They are just one of my friends!, w-what do you g-guys m-mean..??" You said shaking. "It doesn't seem like it." Jungkook said. "W-w-wha-" You said but you could feel jimin push you down on your bed because you weren't giving the two boys the answer that they want.
You could see jimin and jungkook walking up to your body on the bed. "Just hush." Jimin said. "And let us enjoy you~" jungkook said.
You moaned when you felt jimin pull down your boxers. And both jimin and jungkook felt your cock hit them when they took off your boxers.
"Fuck Y/N." Jungkook said.
You could see jimin find your lube bottle. When he found it, jimin went back on your bed with you and jungkook. Jimin and jungkook put lube on their hands and they were stretching themselves.
It was a very hot view. "You guys are so handsome, fuck.." you said embarrassed.
You could see both of them smirking. But they said nothing but you did see jimin and jungkook roughly give you a rough handjob.
It felt so good. Maybe too much. You could feel yourself get so close but you saw jungkook cover the tip of your cock when you were about the release.
You moaned very loudly. And looked at both of them. "Not yet boy~" jungkook said. Both jimin and jungkook could see the lust in your eyes. You already wanted them to ride you hard.
Jimin whispered something to jungkook. Jungkook smirked at jimins plan what to do with you.
Jimin looked at you and lined up his hole with your cock. Ans then slam right down on you. "AHH~!!" You said feeling jimin go down hard on you.
You could see jungkook watch jimin ride you. Jungkook bit his lip at this.
You could feel the weight of jimin on you. Jimin was riding you hard. He had no mercy. It was all out of jealousy (and love of course)
Jungkook put his hand on his cock and fastly jerked himself watching jimin ride you.
"f-fuck Y/N~ your so fucking big- AH~" jimin said while still riding the hell out of you. You could feel a knot in your stomach. But you needed to ask jimin if you could cum.
"Please jimin AHH~~ can I cum please- FUCK ITS SO GOOD~" "go ahead, cum in me baby~" jimin said with one more bouce on your cock and you came right in his ass and jimin came on your stomach.
You tried to get your breath back when jimin got off your cock. "Well it's my turn isnt it?" Jungkook said smiling. You looked at jungkook. You realized that your cock was going to be milked a lot today.
"My god..~" you said still shaking. you saw jungkook line up his hole up your cock but he didn't give a damn and went down on your instantly.
You couldn't stop moaning. Jungkook was going rougher on you than jimin.
You grabbed the pillow near you and gripped it hard while jungkook was bouncing on your cock.
Your toes were curling hard. "FUCK!!~" you said screaming/moaning out. Jungkook put his hands on your neck and chocked you.
It was so hot getting chocked and jungkook riding you. It was because jungkook was fucking jealous and let it all out on you.
When you were so close to cumming, you told jungkook if you were able to cum in his ass while stilling moaning from all of the overstimulation.
"Fuck Y/N!!~ just fucking cum in my ass,~" when jungkook said that, you came right in his ass screaming.
"AHHH~ FUCK~" you said when jungkook put his hands off of your neck.
Jungkook got off of your cock when you were done cumming in his ass.
Jimin went up to jungkook and gave him a buttplug.
You were passed out on your bed. It was all from the overstimulation and how roughly they rode you out of jealousy.
Jungkook and jimin cuddled with you on your bed.
Maybe you will never know why they asked you about R/N...
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Made my namjoonboo on December 28th 2022.
#bts#dom male reader#male reader#bts x male reader#top male reader#smut#fanfic#jungkook#jimin#jimin x male reader#jungkook x male reader#sub top male reader#seme male reader#power bottoms#gay#polyamorous
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Poolside
aespa Karina x Male Reader
As a lookout for people passing by, Karina catches the slow and cool breeze of wind that brushes against her wet skin, giving her the chills. She tries her best to not make it obvious what's been happening underwater; holding tight on the surface of the edge with a straight face.
You've trained since childhood how to swim that's why you know all the techniques to control your breath. Putting all those skills and luck into test by doing an act that might put both of you into a bad situation if caught. But hesitation is not part of your vocabulary, you love and live to feel the thrill whenever it presents itself.
You sank yourself in the water earlier going straight to Karina's hidden cavern between her luscious thighs which you placed both on your shoulders and giving her ass a light squeeze which Karina felt releasing a short gasp.
Pushing aside the clothing that blocks her pussy; you already see her clit poking, licking it right away and pushing your middle finger right away inside her. Her warmness and the cold water completely negates each other. You thrust right away into her with speed and stimulate more her clit due to your limited time. Karina squirms that she bites her lower lip hard and places her right hand on your head grabbing a handful of hair from you to contain letting out the overwhelming feeling she experiences.
"Shit... fuck..." the words she can only muster while lowering her head down almost frowning. Feeling her thighs coming together from the sides of your head, you know she's close so you increased the pace not just to make her orgasm but to also not letting yourself drown in the process. Curling up your finger thrusting faster and flicking your tongue hard on her clit, she clenches her fist hard on your hair.
"Hmmpp! Ah- cu- cumming!" she whispers, trying not to make it audible as possible. You feel her spasms and without a doubt she came. Slow finger thrusts with in between licks to finish pushing back aside the cover of her pussy right away, making your way up back to surface.
Fixing your hair and wiping your face, you and Karina looked at each other letting out a smile and small giggles because of the daring act that both of you just pulled off.
"Do you think anyone noticed?" you ask.
"I don't know, but who cares anyway?" she replied. "But the one thing I noticed is..." she says getting closer to you, "...this." She palms your already hard shaft that formed a tent in your trunks that surprised you.
"Should we get out of the pool so I can take care of this?" she whispers while rubbing your clothed cock before looking back at you.
"I would love to. Please, ma'am." you answered with a grin.
She gives you a quick peck on the lips before getting out. Karina looks back winking before heading to your room swaying her hips. You were in a trance for a moment by her actions that you almost can't believe it.
"I guess I'm waking up late for tomorrow." your final words before chasing her for a hot and steamy session all night.
A/N: Just shamelessly reposting my old work from my previous blog.
#karina#karina smut#aespa smut#kpop smut#smut#male reader#female idol x reader#idol x reader#yoo jimin#kpop fanfic#fanfic
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