#like every single time!!! Every single time it's cunts! the fuckboys! the worst type of man!!!!
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Thank you two, amber and @needcake!
Ah yes, that old Turkish chestnut.
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Favourite thing about them: I honestly love how intense he is. He's so eager and full of energy and devotion. It's fun to write people who love stuff, you know? As well as hate. Any strong emotion can be cathartic and I see myself in intense people (as strange as that sounds).
Least favourite thing about them: Oof, good question, I try not to think as much in terms of "good and bad" but interesting. I do think he can be quite an entitled prick at times, too, which is not a trait I vibe with in him.
Favorite line: Sad that my Hetalia Mangas aren't at hand, but I also wouldn't know if anything about his canon appearance sticks out. However, do have this line of dialogue from sadlygrove's İstanbul, which is seared into my brain (like many lines from sadlygrove's fics):
[Context: Greece asks: "Do you think there's anyone as pathetic as us?"]
"I ain't ever asked. We've had seven hundred years to love and fight one another. 's too much."
BrOTP: Oh, good question. Obviously I'd die for him and Dilan in my "Like Father Like Son" AU, but I am less well-versed in canon. I think he, Greece and Egypt also make a great friend trio.
OTP: My dear, my buddy, my pal, I would not have aph Turkey brainrot if it wasn't for TurGre. Listen. Listen. I'd lay my life down for him and Herakles, I will sip their tragedy up and yearn for a happy ending I know may be impossible until they lay my cold dead body into the ground. Reading İstanbul made me realize 4 years of emotional baggage I had never taken the time to deal with & I swear I've had a soulmelt with the Turk in that moment. I just ... I just love TurGre so much, in all of its complicated colours.
NOTP: I don't really have a nOTP with him, but I'll be real - I only care about him and Japan in a platonic manner. Zero interest in that ship, to be honest.
Random headcanon: Trying to think one of my own here ... Oh! He loves terrible Turkish Pop Music. Like, not even the iconic and overplayed stuff, he is into whatever the Turkish pop equivalent of Schlager is. Bottom of the barrel for anyone who isn't drunk/half-deaf, but he just thinks it's the most fun in the world. Bit of a guilty pleasure, though, he doesn't show it in front of other nations.
Unpopular Opinion: I don't even know what constitutes popular opinion. He's not a himbo. He's brash, he's loud, he's impulsive but he's not dumb. Turkey has an immensely sophisticated history and its people are very clever in every day life. He's not stupid, he's just lacking a bit in the "getting along with other people" department at times.
Song I associate with them: I've recently been thinking a bit about Empires/How this Imperial attitude carries over into my "Like Father Like Son" AU, so I've been thinking of him (& others) while listening to "Wolves" by Sam Tinnesz ft. Silverberg.
In the context of TurGre, my favourite song from Turkey's perspective is My Heart by Twin Wild. It captures him so perfectly, in his intensity and devotion; the lust he has for life.
Favorite picture of them: Toughie! I like most of the canon and fanart I see of him, but here's a top 3
1. This official art from the latest Hetalia volume. As soon as this thing is out in Germany and I get my hands on it, I will do nothing but stare all damn day at this page. Look at how nice and handsome and friendly and yet still rogueish he looks. I need to kiss him on the mouth.
2. This commission I got by @/captkirkland. I may be biased because he is also surrounded by his found family from my "Like Father Like Son" AU here, but I simply love how Turkish he looks.
3. This portrait my friend C0FFINATED over at twitter did of him two years ago. It should be illegal to be this beautiful. The nose. The eyes. The eyebrows. Such a strong face.
#beareplies#amber#needcake#aph#hetalia#hws#aph turkey#hws turkey#Turkey is such a fascinating country I cannot wait to learn even more culturally#my research for The Amulet was heavily political and mostly politics from the Republic not the Empire#and Sadık is sadly just my fucking type. he's a bastard with a big grin wild hair and a buff body#like every single time!!! Every single time it's cunts! the fuckboys! the worst type of man!!!!#that's what I get for thinking with my pussy!!!!!
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◦ pairing: reader x jimin
◦ rating: m
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Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.
There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.
It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.
“Well, look who it is…” he smirked, but only with his eyes. His face was otherwise expressionless as he stilled himself just to gather his eyes from your breasts. You certainly weren’t wearing anything stunning; it was finals week, and frankly, it wasn’t your style. The university t-shirt hung loosely around your frame, and your joggers hardly gave him much to work with. That being said, he had already made it very clear that he really loved your ass. Hell, he had practically memorized the outlines of your body. He was only curious to know how right he was.
“Jimin, I booked this room.” You were trying to stay calm. He was in his teaching uniform, the fancy prep-school blazer hooked over his body with only a single button holding it together. The velvety blue fabric nestled into his muscled body in a way that you had to objectively acknowledge as attractive. Still, this was Park Jimin, the most aggravating and shamelessly brazen man you had ever had the displeasure of acquainting. He wasn’t allowed to stay, and you certainly weren’t going to let him be your distraction. “Get out.”
“Call it fate,” he shrugged indifferently, releasing the button of his blazer with one hand. He braced his chest forward as he pulled his arms out of the thing. The thin white shirt he wore underneath was snug against his pecs, and only half buttoned to tease the delicious curves of his collarbone and the slender slope of his neck. Jimin threw the blazer on the nearby chair and continued to place stacks of papers on the opposite table, only stealing a glance through his lashes. “I booked it too. It’s a room for two, you know.”
You seemed to wither on the spot. With one hand, you dug circles into your temples. This was simply not worth it. You had too much work to do, and not enough time to do it. Jimin was the last thing you needed right now. Slowly, and with a sigh, you began piling your things into your bag.
“Oh, come on!” He seemed entirely too amused.
“Jimin, I am not in the mood for your bullshit right now.” The hostility gripped your words with an acidic tone.
Jimin could not help but wonder if he was truly that despicable to you. He was attractive, nothing short of pleasing to the eyes. His mere presence was enough to calm a thousand storms, at least that’s what he believed. You had always turned him down so adamantly, but he could tell by the way your eyes sparked when you looked at him –and not his face– that you were simply resisting. You were denying yourself a whole world of pleasures he could offer you, and he was more than happy to give it. He just wanted to know why you were so prideful in saying no to him. He was a catch. “You’re seriously going to leave because I’m here?”
You hummed, lips tight in a fake smile. “You're always staring at my ass anyway, so why don't you just be a good boy and keep doing that in silence and watch as I continue to walk away from you.” You zipped the bag, holding it close to your chest. The relentless thudding of your chest made you reconsider turning on your heel away from him. It was Jimin, after all. And you had a type.
You stepped towards the door, hardly even catching sight of the knob before Jimin scrambled from behind the table. He stretched his arms out, creating a wall between you and the door with his body. “Wow, I’m offended.”
“We both know what it is that you actually want.” It had only taken a glance for Jimin to have decided that he wanted to fuck you. And Park Jimin was not one for subtlety.
He had always been headstrong about the things he wanted, whether that was girls, or jobs. It wasn’t even the worst part that he got them. It didn’t matter who was getting hurt, who was standing in the way– they became forgotten scraps as soon as he moved on to the next shiny thing that caught his eye. And you were all too familiar with that feeling of being left behind for a new plaything; Jimin was bad news in the same way. So, you stayed away.
“I will save us both the time and tell you that it is not happening.” You took a step forward only to meet Jimin’s hand on your shoulder, pushing you back.
“That’s not exactly what I expected when I went through all that trouble to get the kid at the front desk to let me book this room with you.” Jimin clicked his tongue. Jimin had always made it clear that he was interested in you. Still, that didn’t stop him from fucking every other TA, and then some. It only made you confused and angry. How could someone so capable and intelligent be such an ass? Fuckboys were overrated, and they never changed. You just weren’t up for it. Not again.
“Oh, my bad,” you mocked an apology, swatting his hand away. “Did you want me to drop to my knees with joy upon seeing you? Beg for your cock in my mouth like a pretty little slut. Is that what you wanted?”
Jimin’s plush pink lips fell apart in surprise at your words. Having managed to get him to shut up for once, you continued. “Or let me guess, you were hoping I might take one look at you in that tight shirt and just spread my legs for you, so Daddy could push his cock right in without even having to ask, right?”
It was probably the caffeine withdrawal. The sleep deprivation, even? Whatever the case, you were only half aware of the words spilling from your lips. It was the sheer frustration you were more concerned with. Every time he walked into a room, your skin crawled with disbelief. He was so smart, and it was a waste. The horror of what you were saying had struck you somewhere in the back of your head, of course, but it seemed infinitesimal in the face of everything else that occupied your mind.
Jimin, however, was more than pleased. “Daddy certainly wouldn’t deny you the pleasures of his cock if that’s what you want.” He stressed the word Daddy, stepping closer.
“Well, sucks,” you replied dryly, hissing the syllable. “I’m not interested.” You were already well enlightened by the likes of Park Jimin: smarter than you could ever be without trying, and yet useless; little regard for the feelings of others, namely you; selfish, especially in the bedroom; and most of all the bastard would tell you he loved you and then turned around and fuck a dozen girls without blinking an eye– that too in your bed.
But, that was your ex– you had to remind yourself. This was Jimin. Still, with the same attitude, the same smugness, hell, even the same sense of style, it was hard to arrive at any other conclusion: Jimin was no different than your ex, and he was not to be trusted.
“You’re right, how is that fair?” Jimin mused. “Life is all about give and take. I should give before I take, huh?” He dipped his head lower, eyes fixed on your mouth, mimicking the movements of kissing you without actually touching your lips. “I should bend you over that desk, press my fingers into that sweet cunt of yours, right? Leave my handprint on that perky little ass, have you cumming all down your thigh... Is that something you want?”
“Not in the slightest,” you said. You kept the stone cold glare on your face, but fuck, you couldn’t unhear his words. In fact, they seemed to echo louder in your mind. He spoke with fatigue tangled in his breath, the raspiness of his voice leaving an unsettling warm sensation trickling through your core.
“Damn, baby,” he hummed, daring to stroke a finger down your arm, his touch feather-light. “You don’t know what you’re missing.” His soft digits climbed over yours, so tightly clenched around the handle of your bag. Your grip loosened with his touch. He smirked.
“You’re not the type of guy who could satisfy me. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you warned. If you had to be objective, you had a type. He couldn’t know that you were already imagining every wild scenario possible– on top of him, under him, all kinds of sideways with him.
“You’re so uptight,” he dropped his voice to a husky whisper, sharpening the ‘t’ sound. With a swift movement, he pulled you by the thigh, sweeping your leg off the ground to hook around his waist. Your heart pounded from the fear of almost falling. He yanked the bag out of your hand, tossing it hastily behind him. Your balance rested entirely on him now. Your breath hitched against his shoulder. His lips brushed against your jawline, and his hands fully cupped your ass. “I think I could fix that, don’t you agree?”
You held your breath, because the truth was that if you let go, he might just hear how shaky it was. Sure, Jimin was attractive, and you’d even admit that he had an amazing body. Those were just unbiased observations. You were into men, and anyone with a brain could deduce from the way Jimin’s eyes widened at every passing female body that he was at the very least interested in women. So, it only made sense that your bodies were reacting to each other this way, especially when he was so close. It was science, nothing more.
Placing your hands on his shoulders, you pushed back to look him in the eye. “Don’t touch me.” With a glare, you moved to untangle yourself, but Jimin’s hands tightened around your body.
“Oh, really?” Jimin laughed at that. He laughed, because he knew you were wrong. He laughed because he could feel your thigh tensing against his side. “So you’re telling me that you’re not even a little bit aroused right now?” He squeezed the flesh of your ass, which even through your joggers, he was pleased to know was as firm as he had hoped. A shock snapped through your body. Your back arched in surprise at the sensation. “You’re telling me, you don’t want me to fuck you senseless? Right here, on this desk?”
You swallowed. The room seemed to grow hotter with each passing minute. Maybe it was just your body prickling with the warmth of his words. More likely, it was that Jimin’s hand was now very much under your shirt, and you had grown silent. How could you not? If you had to be honest, you were interested in Jimin. Okay, well, not in him, per se, but his body. God, his body was glorious. You wanted your hands all over him, but his personality was just unbearable. It was just the animal instincts programmed into every human being, you told yourself. It wasn’t Jimin. It was science.
“Oh, what’s wrong, baby?” Jimin thrust your bodies forward. The back of your thigh pressed into the edge of the desk behind you. One hand held on to Jimin; the other supported your body as you leaned against the desk, a small gasp falling from your lips. “Did Daddy manage to rile you up with all that?”
You cleared your throat, shifting in his hold to regain your own balance. “Oh Daddy, I’m so sorry to be difficult,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes, emphasizing the dulcet tone of your voice. “It’s just that…” you trailed off, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck. “I’m not like your other sluts.”
Jimin chuckled as he bent down, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. You pushed out a breath, tipping your head back. Jimin striped his tongue over a patch of skin. He felt warm. The heat searing in the base of your abdomen was unmistakably at the end of its patience. “Is that so?”
You weren’t sure where your sanity had gone at a time like this. “I’m not going to ask you to pin me down and pound your cock into me like a little bitch. I’m not going to stick out my tongue and ask you to cum all over it so I can swallow it like a good little girl.” You spoke fast. You were supposed to be holding your ground, walking out, and grading some more papers. Not this. God, anything but this.
“When are you going to tell me what you are going to do?” Jimin’s lips hovered directly over yours now, and he looked positively delectable like that: lust strung up in his eyes. He wanted you. And, you knew it.
When you realized just what was happening, you should have pushed yourself away. You were supposed to be yelling at him, or something. You sat up on the desk, finding yourself level with Jimin. Looking at him now, it wasn’t hard to understand why he had so much confidence. The way he violated you with just his gaze was enough to temper the red flags that came with his terribly overcompensating attitude. His arms enclosed you against the table, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to tell him to move. What could be the worst thing? His breathing had quickened, becoming more audible as his panting lingered in your ears.
Hypothesis, you drew up a mental note. Park Jimin is an asshole and he is not worth it. But what kind of chemistry major would you be if you didn’t at least test that hypothesis. For science, you decided. “I’m one of those girls who likes to see men on their knees.”
Jimin paused, lifting his head to study your expression. His eyes were wide and you could see the flickers of grey spilling in his irises. Even coated in their layer of greed for your body, his unrelenting gaze seemed to gather something pure. He was uncertain of just how serious you were. You threw him off his game. He liked that. And then, his lips were on yours.
His urgency was clear in the way he tugged at your clothes, keeping you against him. You could feel his length push against your stomach. He muffled the surprised sound that rolled off your tongue. You could stop this at any time, you knew you could. If you wanted to, that is. His fingers bunched the cloth of your t-shirt against your sides as he tilted his head into the kiss. You pressed your palms to his arms, wanting to pull back, but he just felt so good. He had no particular taste really: no sweetness, no toothpaste, no chapstick. You just felt the wet warmth of his tongue, and the friction of his roughness against you. Turning your head sideways with a gasp, you panted out his name. “Jimin…” You knew how this would end, so why even get into it? This was a bad idea. Just walk away, you told yourself.
“Fuck–” he grunted, moving his mouth sloppily along your neck. Jimin had always found you interesting, somewhat of an enigma. What started as a simple curiosity to your resistance became a craving for your body, for your tongue, for that incredible ass. Now, he was just curious what more that mouth of yours had in store for him. And he would do anything to find out. Call it an experiment, but he wanted to test you out in every way you would let him. He wanted to fuck you, and he knew that despite being a little tougher to get into, you were just like every other girl: easy.
Jimin’s hands were firm as they grabbed all over your body. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wasn’t sure what else it would take to get you to cave for him. You were clear about you wanted, and he knew you were a stubborn one. “Fine,” he grumbled. Maybe he was wrong about you. Unlikely, he thought.
Watching Jimin carefully, you wondered what exactly he planned on doing. ‘Fine’ what? You could hardly think straight. Then, he sunk to his knees. Park fucking Jimin was sitting in front of you on his knees. And it only got better. “Let me fuck you,” he growled, looking up.
Your breath caught in the back of your throat, somewhere between a scoff and a gasp. Someone was certainly determined. It might have been against your pride to sleep with someone like Jimin, but if becoming another name on his list of women he had fucked was what needed to happen for you to get on top of that body of his, and to cum by the hands of someone else for once, you weren’t going to consider it twice. Truthfully, you were too horny to resist him any longer.
You nodded. “Only cause you look so pretty on your knees like that.” The wonders this would do for your ego were unthinkable right now.
Jimin hooked his fingers around the waistband of your pants, yanking them down in one motion with your underwear to your ankles. They slid down your skin without hesitance. You held your breath. The muscle of his thighs pressed tightly up against his pants, and you wondered how the seams were so strong to hold it together. Fuck, his thighs were hot.
“Can’t satisfy you, huh?” Jimin practically snickered. You blinked out of your trance, eyes searching for his face– and getting stuck lingering everywhere else. “I can smell you,” he said. With two fingers he dragged along your cunt, from entrance to clit. He felt cold against your heat and the chilling sensation made your breath hitch. But, you couldn’t let it get to his head.
“You’re the one on your knees ‘cause you want to fuck me so bad, remember?” It felt necessary to remind him of that much at least.
Jimin’s touch was gentle, but tormenting with his snail’s pace. It was as if he had no rush; his sense of urgency had vanished. And, of course, it hadn’t. Here he was, kneeling right in front of your pussy and his dick feeling strained in his pants. Oh, the urgency was there alright. It was just that he was damn well going to savor the moment when you finally caved in for him.
He seemed focused, falling silent as he pushed two fingers apart, spreading your lips. You struggled to push out a breath as the heat stirred painfully in the pit of your stomach. “So pretty…” Jimin mumbled, cupping his hand over you. “You’re going to be a good little bitch for me, I can tell.” You couldn’t even muster the strength to yell at him for that one. His cold hand sent an uncontrolled whimper from your mouth. It wasn’t him, though. It wasn’t Jimin. This was just how biology works, you reminded yourself.
Jimin smirked victoriously. “You like that, huh?” He brought his two fingers to his mouth, wetting them lasciviously. Pushing his digits in and out of his mouth, you saw the slick saliva coat his porcelain skin. You gulped. The sounds of his wet fingers slopped against his lips, and you clenched your thighs. Spit smeared along his chin as he brought his fingers to your heat. God, you were done for.
“Nuh uh,” you grabbed Jimin’s wrist. This was your game to control. “Lick.”
He looked up at you with a glare. This was already painful enough for him. Literally. His knees were beginning to grow sore, and he was suddenly more appreciative to all the women who had been in this position in front of him before. He made a mental note to be nicer to them when they were sucking him off so well while their knees dug into the floor.
“What?” You challenged. “Daddy can’t put his money where his mouth is?”
That was all Jimin needed to hook his arms around your thighs. He yanked you forward, tilting his head upwards to lick, his tongue flat. The warm wet feeling of his saliva on the back of your thigh, so close to your ass only made it better.
“Mmm…” you hummed, tipping your head back. Your hand found the back of Jimin’s neck, stroking it encouragingly as he flattened his tongue against your entrance. His hair was so thick, your fingers disappeared into the ash blonde mess. It was soft in your hands, so you kept combing through it. The grooves of his muscle scattered sparks of hot friction all along your body. “Oh fuck, just like that…” you said softly as he slid the tip of his tongue over your clit. Your hips rolled slowly with his movement, his grip on your thighs growing tighter. Having someone leave sloppy, open mouthed kisses on you never felt so good. Especially when Jimin had some notoriously plump lips.
It was a blessing and a half to have been saved from hearing the smug blathering roll off that tongue of his. This was a much better use of his mouth. The audacity in him was maybe what ticked you off the most. Just like your ex, he thought he knew everything. Still, Jimin was teasing.
Your squirming and sharp tugs of his hair hardly affected him. His pace was casual, and unhurried. Another brush of his tongue arrived at your swollen bud, his warm breath coating the sensitive area before his lips found a sense of holy ground there. Your jaw fell slack with that, head falling down to watch. He sucked and lapped his tongue across your clit with such devotion, determined to taste more of you with every leisured move of his mouth.
Your eyes drew all over him. His tongue darted out and against your cunt made you want to do all sorts of things to him. Jimin breathed from his nose, the warmth slipping about your inner thighs. He grunted every once in a while, tipping his face further upward for a better angle. His frustration was clear, and yours was slowly dissipating. He pulled you towards him, forcing you to squat slightly. You were practically sitting on his face. The scorching feeling of his fingers around your thighs was hard to ignore. “Jimi– oh,” the shakiness of your breath was not lost on him. He only seemed to hold you tighter. His fingerprints would surely last on the back of your thighs with his ironclad grip. He wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon.
Your hands lost focus, unable to keep up with the steady movement of running through his hair. Instead, they clung loosely to the collar of his shirt. It was only then that you could admit you were glad he had the same sense of style as your ex, because Jimin’s physique was just as good. His pecs pressed right up against the faint white material, leaving little to none to the imagination.
Relieving the supple skin of your thighs, Jimin moved his hands towards your center. With his thumbs, he held your lips apart. His thin-slit eyes opened to see the glorious mixture of your arousal and his saliva. He groaned against you, shaking a cry from your throat. Your pride had been holding that one in, but it couldn’t be helped any longer. Jimin just felt so good. “Ah– oh my god!”
“I hope you’re comfortable,” he chuckled, the vibration of his words buzzing against your pulsing core. The pretty pinks of his lips had been smeared entirely in a sticky mess of you. You almost came right then. You wondered why the hell you hadn’t done this earlier, then quickly reminded yourself it was because you weren’t a masochist that intended on getting hurt the same way, again. “Because –and trust me when I say this, baby girl– I’m not letting up on you until you’re begging to cum on my face.”
You couldn’t beg. You wouldn’t. Even with you fingers shaking in his hair, grabbing so violently at his shirt, with his tongue slicking along your soaked heat, you maintained that this was all to satisfy a curiosity– a hypothesis. You deserved better than Park Jimin. And despite the fact that you literally couldn’t find anyone else as interested and as determined to work for you as the infuriating smartass eating you out right now, you wanted to believe that much.
A shuddered scream tore from your throat when his palm struck your ass. The silken flesh warmed with the contact, and Jimin was grinning. He had been right. Your ass was as firm and soft as he had imagined so many times. “Use your words.” His hand struck again, branding the skin as yours. The spot was tender now as he brushed his fingers softly against it. Your back arched. “I make you feel good, don’t I?”
Gathering every ounce of pride you had left, you tipped your head back and forced out a bored sigh. “You could be doing a lot better.” Your thighs were almost fully shaking, ready to completely give into him. At this point, you just wanted him to take you over and over again. His mouth felt so good, so hot, against your throbbing cunt. You wanted him to fill you, and from the way his boner pressed against his pants, you knew he wanted it too.
“I know you’re dying to know what my cock feels like, filling you up. Just let me take you right here, on that table.” His offer was tempting...and desperate. Jimin’s panting breaths reached your core which was almost painfully throbbing now, but he was the one who was on the verge of begging now.
“Shut the fuck up, Jimin. You don’t even have a chance at getting anything until I cum.” You spoke in one breath. The decision was made before you started this; it was what you were banking this entire ‘experiment’ of yours on. You were going to get to cum.
To Jimin, your determination on the matter was just cute. With an inquisitive hum, he slipped his tongue in your entrance, pushing his thumb in figure eights over your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” your voice cracked. The rough pad of his fingertip massaging your silky folds dissolved every thought that entered your mind. He was as good as he pretended to be.
Your thighs trembled from the strain of crouching ever so slightly to feel all of him. The t-shirt start stinging with heat as a thin glow of sweat beaded your skin. The thick cotton clung to your upper body; you couldn’t bear it. Watching Jimin’s full lips devour your cunt was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen– fact. Your abdomen seemed to twitch as your walls clenched tighter. Your chest caged in sobs that echoed Jimin’s name, let out only as muffled groans.
His nose began to nudge your clit as he moved his grip back around your thighs, pulling your body closer to his mouth. He didn’t want you to think you had any control. You let out a cry, your thighs burning with the pressure of your squatted position. The corners of his mouth turned upward at that; you could feel it. In a frantic, fumbling motion, you slipped your shirt up over your head. Pushing one hand up beneath your bra, you squeezed the flesh of your breast. “Don’t stop,” you choked as Jimin sped up his pace. His eyes were on you, and from this angle, he could see the way you were desperately working your breasts. He made note of that, for science, of course. “Yes!” You cracked. Your fingers were weak as they brushed limply over Jimin’s shoulder. “Keep going, oh– y-yeah– fuck!”
Hearing your voice shudder up into a higher pitch made Jimin’s stomach sear. All he could think about was how it would feel to have your pussy tight around his dick, so he was not going to waste more time trying to win this battle. “As you wish,” he said darkly.
Trails of fire seemed to set off along your body as Jimin moaned against your cunt. Something about his sweet voice scratching against the back of his throat as he lapped you up made you jerk your hips harder and harder against him. Your body grew unbearably hot by the second, sweat sticking to your skin. The shuddered screams and pants left your throat dry, and the deeper you tried to sink your nails into Jimin’s shirt, the weaker your body became. Everything fell slack, sounds disappearing altogether, and all you could feel was the tightness of your walls clenching.
You couldn’t stop screaming, couldn’t stop craning back as the orgasm shook through your body. Your hips moved in their own broken rhythm against Jimin’s mouth. The feeling of his shirt in your fists was almost numb as you trembled against him. It was intense and unending until a weak exhale came tumbling from you.
Your body felt drained and yet alive– better than any cup of coffee could do for you right now. The back of your throat felt dry, scratching with a plea for moisture. You gulped, letting out your panting breath quickly with satisfaction. So yeah, your initial hypothesis was incorrect. Like, super, totally, heavenly, and thankfully incorrect. The sex was so worth it. No big deal though, you could move on. In fact, now you had another, more fun experiment in mind.
“Now that I’ve cleaned up your mess…” Jimin stood, eyes determined as they bore into yours. He licked his lips, collecting your fluids in one, salacious move.
“Ah,” you grinned, slowly sitting up. Jimin rose his eyebrows, amused by your eagerness. “I guess it’s time to make another one.” Your voice was coarse, worn from the strangled moans and cries you so resolutely held in. You felt like you were floating, a dull ringing humming in your ear, your head swimming somewhere between euphoria and exhaustion.
“Glad we're on the same page then,” Jimin whispered, raking your hair back behind your ears. It was a rough, fast motion that was met with a curiously slow kiss. Jimin reached around your back, his hand flat against the base of your neck. He held you firmly, and for a moment you forgot that he must have been ready to cum in his pants by now. Which, for the record, would have been pretty hot. He cushioned your head as he laid you flat against the desk. When you eased at that, he grew bold.
He was just testing you, of course. How quickly were you going to let your walls down? He wasn’t surprised that it was so easy. It was a formula, really– one that he had tested over and over and over. He knew he was right. He always was. Girls are easy. Of course, this was the answer he had decided on for as long as he lived. His mother had shown him that much from all the late nights and the random men, and it had been Jimin who had to show them the door in the morning.
Brushing the coarse pad of his thumb over your nipple, he pulled away, eyes hooded to watch your reaction. The long whimper that strung out from your lips only encouraged him. You were still so sensitive, and the trembling heat in your core had yet to die down. Jimin had always been a fast learner, especially when it came to the science of making women beg and cum. He smirked at that. Jimin was going to get exactly what he wanted from you, just like he did with every other girl, and it would hardly take much.
Watching the grin grow on Jimin’s wet lips made you all the more excited for your new plan. Jimin stood straight, hands flying to the zipper of his pants before you could even see clearly again. His eyes were on you as you traced your lip with your tongue, following the zipper in his hands. Then, you hopped down from the table.
“I won’t be sucking your dick, of course.” You spoke matter-of-factly as you stood before Jimin.
Jimin blinked, trying to process your words. “Uh...what?” Nothing registered to him. His face clouded over, as though the thought of not being sucked off was unheard of, preposterous, even.
“Sit down.” You spoke clearly. It was entertaining to see him try to calculate your moves and come up with nothing. Your ex had been the same way. It must be perplexing to people like them, to be constantly proven wrong by someone you are always underestimating. How long would Jimin really put up this front? You could tell he was desperate. New hypothesis: I can make Jimin beg for me.
“What do you–” Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed together. He scoffed before he realized that you were entirely serious. You were certainly peculiar. And then, all at once, it was as though ice had run through Jimin’s body, freezing in his veins so he couldn’t move. Your hand felt so good, so warm on his length, he thought he was imagining it there before he tore his eyes away from you to look down.
“I told you I’m not like your other sluts, didn’t I?” You dragged your hand up his body, stopping at his chest. Pulling Jimin toward you by the fistful of his shirt, you felt the rush of caffeinated energy run through your stomach. “And trust me, you’ll want to listen to me.” You practically purred in his ear, melting him like butter into your hand. You imagined this was how easy it had been for other girls to get your ex to fuck them. He took a faltered step back, and then again as you stepped forward to meet him, finger pressed to his chest. If you didn’t focus so much, Jimin even almost looked like him, like your ex.
Jimin’s mind went utterly blank –something he was not used to. He felt you shift the waistband of his pants lower with your other hand, teasing his cock with grazes of your hand. His eyes fell all over your neck, which was still glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He could still smell, and taste, you on his tongue. It was with a dizzy smile that you looked at him, lost in the high of feeling so damn good. A curious blush of pink seemed to speckle Jimin’s cheeks as he looked up at you. It must just be the taste of her, he thought. It’s not her.
He wasn’t expecting any of this, least of all you actually caving in for him and letting him eat you out. Still, somehow he felt like he was losing. The way you looked at him was more than lustful admiration and yet less than mountain-moving love. He wanted to explore you in every way possible, but suddenly he was dumbfounded at how to act around you. You weren’t actually like the girls he’d met before. You weren’t easy.
Jimin swallowed when the back of his knee hit the chair that rested against the wall. The strap of your bra was twisted, the cup haphazardly covering your breast. He stared, unable to look at you in the eye.
You smirked, your half naked form hovering all too close his body, your hand firm against his chest. “Now,” With force, you pushed Jimin into the chair, pants only half down his legs. “Sit.”
The idea of riding his thigh was more than divine a thought to you. Your ex had always been in charge in the bedroom, but one last fuck with the likes of him couldn’t hurt. Jimin was just like him in almost every way. And you were going to get him to beg for you.
You stepped forward, both legs on either side of his thigh. Reaching forward, your fingers ghosted over his buttons, quickly undoing them. Your mind was blurry with whizzing thoughts, your insides stirring uneasily with the sole contents of coffee and arousal. The room was only swaying as you got the last of his buttons, ripping the shirt open to bare his chest. In the haze, you didn’t even mind that Jimin leaned forward to press clumsy, wet kisses to your chest.
His hands tangled through yours to unhook your bra and throw it to the ground. His thick saliva glazed over the skin of your breasts, catching the cool air with goosebumps over your skin. Jimin flicked his tongue over your erect nipple, his mouth sinking over the flesh immediately. Under the vacuum of his lips, a trail of purple drops littered around the flesh.
Jimin was far from comfortable –he felt like he might explode in his underwear right now– but fuck he loved this feeling. His hair brushed against your neck as he sucked your breast, his body jerking against yours for friction, his hands rushing all over you to get something. Your hand clenched into a fist around strands of his hair as the pressure of his tensed thigh pushed against your clit.
“Fuck, Jimin…” You panted, the moan pressing against the back of your throat. With your free hand, you ran over the toned muscle of his abdomen, feeling the soft skin run under the pads of your fingers until you reached the waistband of his boxers.
The gruff sound that left Jimin was ungodly, straining through his pride and escaping with his pained urgency, and it only encouraged you. The stiff lines of his muscle pressed against your bare core as you grinded against him. Your hand traveled back up his body, hooking around his neck for support as you dragged yourself over his thigh. The breathlessness came back quickly, and the thudding in your chest makes you feel like you’re hearing things– but you didn’t stop.
“You don’t really think you can keep this up, do you?” Your hands dove under his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders and further off his body.
“What do you want me to do?” Jimin’s gaze was no longer so violating, and you almost got off again just on the fact alone. He studied you carefully, trying to get a read on just what your plan was. He had no idea.
You pressed your thigh closer to his erection, drawing a long shaky groan from him. “Beg.” You nearly spat it before crashing your lips into Jimin’s. Your pace quickened, and it did you no better when Jimin’s hands found your sides and guided you along. The kisses were messy and so so fast. Jimin’s tongue slid against yours unrelentlessly. The tight grip of his fingers around you seemed restraining and arousing all at once. You couldn’t move to the speed you wanted and yet he was pushing you along his thigh, his pants still hanging to his legs– barely.
“Goddammit, I can’t just watch you make yourself cum…” Jimin’s voice faded into something of a whine. His nails scratched roughly up your lower back as he pulled you closer to him, dragging your clit along his thigh.
“Then beg,” you murmured with a weak chuckle, tugging at his lower lip. You pushed your leg against his erection again and you’re honestly surprised that he’s lasted this long. “You’ve been so good so far.”
The sugary sweet sound of your voice was what Jimin clung to. He growled pushing his head forward to rest on your collarbone. “Fuck,” he spoke through his teeth.
“Look,” you moaned, rolling your hips faster. “Your pants are stained.” Jimin scoffed. As though he couldn’t feel the damp sensation through the fabric. He was going crazy, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to hold back. “And this feels so good…” you mewled, pressing your lips to Jimin’s neck. Your thumb idly brushed over his ear gently and the sensation drove him mad.
“God, fucking hell,” Jimin couldn’t take it any longer. “Just ride me, suck me off, or don’t– just do whatever the hell you want.” He was covered in sweat, glistening all over his skin, making his shirt damp and his body scorching hot to the touch. “I want you, okay? I want you so bad, just fucking get on me.”
“So impolite,” you made a tsk sound, nipping at his neck.
“Please!” He yelled, body growing limp. “I won’t last long.” He sounded defeated. He looked defeated. So different from the boy that walked in here, ready to fuck you against the table.
You rose quickly before dragging his pants fully down his legs. They rested in a pool at his ankles. Jimin lifted his hips and shoved his boxers down to join. His erection sprang free, coated in so much thick white arousal that you almost jumped him right then. Still, you bent down. “Don’t cum.” You warned before spitting in your hand before running it all over his hard cock.
Jimin was panting now, more sweat beading along his upper lip and neck. He whined and huffed as you spit again, smearing his cock with your saliva. His knuckles were white, clenched around the flimsy plastic arms of the chair. “Please, fuck, Jesus Christ, I can’t–” He started chanting your name, pleading and pleading with you to just do something.
Then, it all happened fast. Holding his cock in your hand, you sunk over his slick member with ease. You were both soaked and unequivocally high on each other. Your repeated whines and panted breaths grew louder as Jimin set the speed. He held your sides, thrusting up into you. You didn’t even know hips could go that fast. Your walls clenched over his member, feeling the ridges of his cock against your walls. The loud, wet slapping sounds of skin and his raspy moans seem to echo and bounce off one another. “Oh Jimin, yes–” Nothing held either of you back.
“I hate you,” he whined. “Ah– shit.” His voice rose, shaking off into a higher pitch. The vein in his neck protruded as he groaned against you. He pushed himself forward, connecting his mouth with your breast again.
The slick wet feeling of your cum spread against your inner thigh, the sloshing sound of your fluids mixing as you bounced on his cock. His fingers sunk into the flesh of your ass, sweeping up the cum from your thighs. Tension snapped in your abdomen as a steady trickle of wetness flooded between your thighs. Your jaw felt as though it locked in place, open and moaning for him. Your walls clenched around Jimin but he didn’t stop pushing up into you. He was so close.
You broke into sobs, your vocal chords trembling with something resembling his name as his rhythm became erratic. The overstimulation was almost unbearable, but god you’d never ask him to stop. Your body weakened against him as your hands travelled chaotically along his back, pulling his body against yours.
“Shit, shit, I’m going to cum–” Jimin spoke breathlessly, hardly audible over the sharp sounds of skin hitting skin as he jerked uncontrollably. His teeth lightly scraped over the patches of broken skin, lips brushing up your chest to find your jawline. You felt the hot fluid inside you as Jimin broke out a choked groan. Grinding your hips slowly around him, you milked the last of him as he floated down from his heavy sigh.
Your hands rested gently on his shoulders, unable to find the strength to do much more. You were exhausted and crashing from the caffeine, and completely fucked out. The thoughts in your head were no longer swarming, but instead memories floated tenderly. They filled your chest with so much heaviness, your throat grew sore, holding back cries.
“What was is that you said– I’m not the type of guy that can satisfy you?” Jimin recovered, softly littering pecks along your flowering bruises, as though to apologize. He didn’t know what you were thinking. He couldn’t possibly.
Looking at Jimin now, you knew it wasn’t his fault, but you couldn’t be with someone like him. You imagined all the things you could have yelled at your ex when you left him. All the things you never said to him. You never blamed him or threw anything at him when he told you he cheated again. You stayed and you stayed. And even when you had enough, even when you left, you were silent.
“So, I was wrong about that part,” you shrugged, pushing slowly off of Jimin with a small gasp. That smug grin of his took but a few minutes to return to his lips. It was painfully familiar and unforgettably brazen. “But I’m still not interested.”
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