➵ summary: despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the school’s chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic university’s top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of art—fucking.
➵ pairing: mentor!jimin x chancellor’s daughter!reader
➵ genre: magic!au, university!au, student/mentor!au, bit of mutual pining, sexual angst, absolute porn but with some plot :]
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 12k
➵ warnings: swearing, loads of bickering, delicIOUS angst, sexual tension, pining hehe, explicit sexual content, dom!jimin, making out, spitting, finger-fucking, sir kink!!, degradation, oral (f. recieving), public sex, sex in the rain, multiple orgasms & more <3
➵ release date: dec. 10th, 2022.
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→ you have two reasons to be incredibly happy. and these two will show you how much they love you and worship your body in a velvet haze.
→ warnings: masturbation, penetration, protected sex, lot of swearing, dirty talk, oral sex (fem. receiving), overstimulation, if you're not +18 please DO NOT read.
Namjoon worships you.
It was true. He loved laying eyes on you, watching your every move even from afar. Your smile widens when your eyes meet. The softness of your skin, smooth as silk, makes his hands curl into fists because they crave to touch you. His heart misses the beat a little, deepening more than it should when seeing your body move with so much mastery, delicacy, and sensuality.
And it reminds him of when he first laid eyes on you, at a local library in Seoul. You were looking for something specific and Namjoon, as a good consumer and book lover, praised your choice. You talked for almost forty minutes until he invited you for coffee, which turned into fiery sex in his apartment, not far away.
But Namjoon knew you had to be his from that day on. Something inside him, twisting with its grip on his body, his heart. The way his body reacted when you were near, it was so much more than sparks flying, it was unprecedented, something you only experienced once in a lifetime.
Then he eyed you from afar, dragon eyes devouring you so slowly, you could feel in every cell how he wanted you. The flaming lights of the club were vicious and overwhelming, washing your bodies in incandescent shades.
A small trail of sweat trickled down your temple, your body simmering with every movement, burning with Namjoon's gaze and Jimin's not-so-discreet touches on your exposed skin. The music was electric and he was right behind you. Touching you, feeling your skin against his, letting everyone see that only he could do this.
He and Namjoon.
It wasn't complicated. When you met Namjoon, it was intuitive. You guys bonded instantly and you were a little surprised when you found out he was sharing the space with his best friend Park Jimin, a guy with flaming pink hair and a sassy attitude. He had caught your eye, not just because of his undeniable charm, but because he and Namjoon together were like an open flame that you coveted to burn.
Jimin had his lips plump on your neck, right at the beating point of your heart. The sizzling tongue and warm breath on your skin were like heaven. And he goes to great lengths to make you roll your eyes right there. Jimin liked to put on a little show when he knew Namjoon was watching. His hand slid down your thigh, slightly lifting the skimp and useless fabric of your dress, his eyes glued to Namjoon who was sitting not far away, legs slightly apart, tongue poking his cheek. Oh, he knew what he was doing.
You could feel his gaze even with your eyes closed. Marked you like a gold tattoo, pricking and painting your skin most erotically and dangerously possible that you loved. In your mind, this night could only end one way and you wanted everything to go exactly the way you wanted it to.
The music ended up changing and your feet were aching from the high heels. Jimin held your hand and insisted that you should have water because it was too hot and he had a lovely way to take care of you. Before going to the bar to buy your drink, he pulled you in for a slick, slow kiss, with tongues and teeth and sighs and giggles in between. Namjoon was right there, less than a meter away, watching everything.
"I'll be right back," he says casually, his voice warm and husky against your skin. Before leaving, he darts at Namjoon.
You still feel a little unhinged by Jimin's lips, but as soon as your eyes met Namjoon's, your whole body seemed to gain firmness again. He looked at you mesmerized and you felt your heart race at the sight.
Namjoon wasn't a boy, he was a man. A broad-shouldered, muscular man, his face defined as if he'd stepped out of a Roman sculpture. He's tall and broad and handsome and you know what's in store the moment he holds out his hand, the silver rings shimmering in the colored lights. He holds your hand gently but pulls you close until you are where he wants you to be. Both legs wrapped around his body, in his lap.
You delight, feeling your body throb with desire because you can feel him bursting with the hunger to touch you. You can deduce it very well by the nonsensical volume in the tight pants he's wearing. You rub yourself a little and he hisses something inaudible. Wide, warm hands touch your exposed thighs, rough fingers circling your skin so gently you hold back a sob, wondering if he was any rougher. But Namjoon likes to take his time, slowly, and enjoy every second with you. And it's a contrast to Jimin.
While Namjoon is the midnight rain, Jimin is a full tornado storm.
And when he brushes you, everything seems to flare in rouge. Namjoon lifts your dress almost until the audience can see what you hide underneath it. No one is looking and he wouldn't let anyone else lay eyes on what's his. But for the moment, his mind goes numb and all that matters is the heat of your body in his crotch, your wetness soaking through your panties and making him feel it through the thin, delicate fabric. Goddamnit. He wanted to put you on top of that table and leave you all fucked up, begging for more.
He presses his thumb to your tender spot and you bite your lips, rocking your hips to feel his skin where you want it. Namjoon plays with the edge of your dress, lightly scratching your skin and squeezing your ass underneath the cloth.
You want him so much that it comes to be exhausting.
His eyes watch yours in rapture. He’s maddened by the greed glowing in your eyes like a slight flame growing in the dark. Your lips reddened and parted, begging to be captured in a kiss, as if you could be saved for that.
Your hips move subtly, just trying to keep the contact that Namjoon makes sure is minimal because he wants to see the flash of desperation on your face. You clenched involuntarily and he can feel your muscles tightening every time this happens. The thought of having him inside you as you squeeze makes him crazy.
“Namjoon.” your voice is so daring that another time you would be ashamed of how needy you are. “Take me home, please.” your lips brush his. Namjoon’s on the verge of delirium. Everything about you turns him on, your voice, your body, your damn strawberry smell that's everywhere in the house, on the furniture, on the bed, on him, on Jimin. Everything about you drives him crazy.
You feel the presence of someone behind you, but you don't turn around because you know it's Jimin. His body sends waves of heat down your spine and when he presses his groin against your body, you gasp, feeling how hard he is too. Jimin strokes your hair like a kitten and runs his nimble fingers down to your breasts, where he discreetly rubs them, hardening your nipples with a touch that's not at all exaggerated. You pant, wide-eyed, body undulating on Namjoon's rigid body.
“Our girl wants to go home.” Namjoon rests his hand on your thigh and looks suggestively at Jimin. You don't have to look at him to know that a mischievous smile is playing on his lips.
And by the look Namjoon gives you before he gets up, you know that tonight, you're doomed to a one-way ride through hell.
On the way home, the fifteen minutes in the uber seemed like a cruel forever. Namjoon's hand on your thigh drove you insane, his skin seemed to burn like fire. And Jimin would caress your other leg, drawing little circles with his fingertips and you'd stare at his distant, impassive face as if he wasn't upping the ante with each passing minute.
The feeling of despair when you got home was staggering. Jimin locked the door and turned on the lights and you couldn't count half a second before Namjoon put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Your stomach dropped, feeling sparks and butterflies and all that electrifying madness every time he kissed you. Namjoon's strong body covered yours, his hand on your waist guiding you through the house until you were in the room the three of you shared. Jimin removed Namjoon's blazer from your shoulders, brushed aside your hair, and delighted in your exposed neck.
And once again you found yourself there, between the two of them, being taken up and worshiped by your two men.
You feel their misery, their lips colliding with your skin, and that unsettling feeling inside you begging to be released. Namjoon sucks your lips, grinds them, and plays the way he wants.
It's his turn to delight in the red lips, the taste he's addicted to.
Jimin haste to slide the straps off your dress and make it fall in one piece at your feet. He squeezes your bare waist, digs his nails into your skin, and kisses your spine in short, wet kisses to your ass. You involuntarily rear up your body and he smiles at how needy you are. Your panties are useless right now, soaking wet from the moment Jimin laid his lips on you in that club. But he takes his time, loving the way the fabric clings to your moisture-sensitive skin. He slides his finger across your fold and the friction makes you wail into Namjoon's lips.
You hear Jimin's delicious, evil laugh reverberate off your skin when he bites you. The fabric slides down your legs as Namjoon advances to your neck and crawls his tongue across your collarbone, tasting your purest there.
Jimin strokes the inside of your thighs, now standing behind your body, he watches Namjoon devour your lips. And he watches the exact moment when he inserts his curved fingers into your pussy. Your head tilts, falling onto Jimin's shoulders, lips parted, making Namjoon swallow back the weak, shy moan. His fingers went in and out extremely easily, given that you were too wet to be true. Namjoon pulls away for a second just to take off his shirt and goes back to your swollen lips.
The moans progress with each attack of Jimin's fingers in your cunt and Namjoon captures each moan muffled by the kiss, delighting in the way they reverberate in his body, going directly to his cock. “You squeeze me so good when he kisses you,” Jimin whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe and pulling towards him.
You were no longer aware of what your body was capable of doing. There's a glitch in your senses. Everything felt electrifying and your legs were turning to jell-o. Jimin was fast and agile and he loved making you whine while Namjoon was kissing you.
“I'm going to come if you keep going…” your voice was worthless, but you needed to sign. Your body was scorching, reaching the most luscious stage.
“I'm not done with you yet,” Namjoon whispers into your lips and cups your face, squeezing your cheeks so you can see him. “I want you to cum on his fingers while you look at me.”
I didn't need more. Namjoon knew exactly what he was doing when he uttered those words. An intense cry escaped your throat and you reached for something to lean on, because Jimin's fingers rubbed into your pussy and the orgasm flooded your body, making your body snake between the two of them. Your eyes rolled back, vision blurred, and all you could hear was Namjoon's voice saying "Alright, I got you." while holding you by the waist.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” Jimin brushed the strands of hair from your face, caressing your skin affectionately. You just mumbled yes slyly and hid in the crook of his neck. Jimin kissed your cheek, squeezing the edges of your body. “Prove it. She tastes divine.” you were still leaning on Jimin when he brought his fingers to Namjoon's lips, making him lick your juice, your pleasure, running through his fingers, mixing with Namjoon's saliva and tongue.
Your chest rose and fell sharply and you were reacting to them.
Namjoon groaned into Jimin's fingers. “So good.”
Jimin chuckled as he felt your breathing hitch again. “Our girl is so needy.” he grabbed your breasts, massaging them slowly and pleasurably. “What should we do with you, hm?”
You could win the lottery a thousand times over and nothing would ever compare to this. Jimin and Namjoon treated you like royalty. They both enjoyed giving pleasure, watching you squirm under their skin. And you liked being used most of the time, like you were a mere object of pleasure to them, like a little slut desperate to be handled. It was an intricate relationship of yours, but oh how you loved every second of it.
"What do you want? Use your words, baby. This is all about you.” Namjoon outlined your lips with his thumb.
"I want you inside me." Namjoon grinned at the sweet way you said it. “I want so much. You two."
You've done a lot of things before and most of the time together. Namjoon didn't care if you had sex with Jimin without him and vice versa. It was a thrill for him to know that the two people he loved were giving each other pleasure in this way. Jimin took good care of you, he knew how to touch you, and he knew how to please you uniquely way too. So a lot of times he just watched. Watched Jimin fuck you so madly in such fucking exceptional ways, he came just watching you two. And it was breathtaking to see how he managed to take you to the apex. You always rewarded him after that by taking every bit of him and letting him have yours too.
This time, Namjoon sat with his back on the headboard with a condom on and you sat between his legs. You were already without the heels and he was without the clothes. Jimin was getting rid of his pants, leaving it to your imagination how hard he was. You could feel Namjoon's cock in your ass, solid as a rock and it just drove you mad, yearning with him inside you.
Namjoon opened your legs and caressed your body. He was so strong you loved touching every muscle of him, feeling his strong abs behind you were incredible. His fingers trailed down to your pussy and you bit your lip hard as he massaged your clit unhurriedly, making your back arch. Jimin salivated at the sight. Your legs spread, your wetness making Namjoon's fingers glisten as your skin was rubbed so damn good. Your body already convulsed in Namjoon's lap, not knowing how long you would take it, as you were already fragile to the previous orgasm.
“My god, you’re so fucking hot,” Namjoon whispered in your ear. “Look at that pussy. So ready for me. My little slut, want my cock that much?” his voice is husky and manly against your skin and you lift your hips, rocking rhythmically into his palm.
Jimin is at the foot of the bed, touching himself patiently, watching you whine and purr in Namjoon's arms. You want to touch it too, put it in your mouth and feel it spurt down your throat, but at the moment, you can barely move unless it's so Namjoon can keep rubbing your clit until you flare with lust.
“Please, fuck me now.” you plead in a long cry, your voice euphoric.
Namjoon spares no effort when he places himself in your pussy and fills your walls with his big, thick cock. You cry out his name over and over, feeling like he's ripping you apart. Namjoon is stoic, he holds your hips and takes it slow, slowly pushing into you, at a slow pace that is painful for both of you.
He moans precipitously. “Good girl.” he thrusts his hips faster and you go into a frenzy. “So good for me.”
Namjoon slides into you and Jimin is glued to both of you. He positions himself on the bed and he’s tempted to touch you where skin meets skin. He wets his lips and leans down to capture your lips. It's a little arduous since you're wobbling it repeatedly, but once he's done, his hands go straight to your perky breasts and he pinches, rubs your skin, and makes you groan loudly, into his lips. Jimin sips in your throaty moans, as well as the tear that runs down your cheek when you feel Namjoon go deeper and hit your most raw spot.
“Keep going, please, please…” you request and Jimin obliges. He wants to see you fall apart in joy until your last breath is consumed by it. His tongue wraps around you in a snarl and Namjoon bites his lips down hard as you squeeze his cock. Jimin knows what he's doing, his kiss leaves you soft, like honey. And Namjoon gets electric frights all over his body when you squeeze your pussy around him. He curses under his breath and concentrates on going faster because he's so close to the apex.
Jimin lowers his hand slightly to the middle of your legs and touches your swollen clit with his fingertips. You flinch, clenching yourself around Namjoon again, and you both cry loudly. You're so exposed, you almost can't take it anymore. Jimin grins devilishly and does it one more time and his eyes watch as your body sways disastrously to keep up with not only Namjoon but him as well. You're as spread out as possible, bobbing up and down, wiggling around, your body is dripping with sweat and Namjoon is groaning hoarsely that if you keep doing this he'll come right now.
Jimin's palm covers your cunt, labia, and clitoris and he massages fast, easing the orgasm that was already on the edge of the abyss.
“Shit, shit, shit!” you yell, for the whole building to hear how good your men fuck you. “Jimin… Namjoon… Fuck!” your moan is so titillating that Namjoon can't take it, he oozes a second later, squeezing your body, bringing you close to his, and moaning so dirty in your ear that your orgasm comes half a second later, your body snaking so hard that Jimin has to hold you to keep you still.
"Holy shit," Namjoon says as he brushes his hair out of his face. He is trying to recover right behind you and he leans down just above your head to kiss Jimin. The man who’s so large and strong seems to melt on the lips of the youngest with pink hair. You stroke Jimin's stomach, merely touching his cock, feeling Namjoon's chest flutter as he kisses him in a messy kiss.
“That was so fucking hot.” Jimin utters as soon as he pulls away from Namjoon's lips. He smoothes your trembling legs and Namjoon lays you down on the bed, only to get up and get rid of the condom. "Are you okay, baby girl?" his voice is so steady and endearing, you feel like crying.
He just gave you the biggest orgasm of your life and he still asks if you're okay.
“We made a mess of you.” Namjoon approaches. Jimin agrees. “I think we need to clean you up.”
You don't know if you can tolerate anything else. But just seeing Namjoon approach again, kneeling on the bed, your skin burns with a craving for him. You still want to feel Jimin throbbing inside you, but they surprise you when they start kissing your ankles, then your thighs, your inner thighs, all the way down to your swollen, sore cunt. Jimin and Namjoon's tongues meet your flesh and you bite back a moan, feeling your legs go limp once more. This time you won't hold out for long.
You grab both of them by the hair pulling them closer to you while you widen your legs for them. Namjoon licks your pussy greedily, while Jimin works calmly and sucks your flushed skin, nibbling and kissing Namjoon when their tongues meet on your skin. They devour you, inch by inch, until you instantly combust, until your body is nothing but embers and the remnants of what you once were.
No phenomenon could compare to this. Your two men are between your legs, eating you as if their lives depended on it, giving you all the pleasure you deserve until your breath fails. And when you come once more, they take every trace of you, kissing your wet, sore skin. They take care of you and kiss you tenderly, making sure you're okay.
Namjoon cleans you up and holds your hand as he leads you to the shower, followed by Jimin.
And under that velvety haze, the burning crimson and lust in your skin, you love each other once more and vow your love, because this would be forever.
— summary: they had never made much of a fuss about christmas...until you came into the picture
— pairing: bts x reader
— genre: christmas au / fluff / poly! au
— word count: 2230
— warnings: none
“Why does it look like Santa’s Wonderland at the mall threw up all over the fucking living room?” Yoongi shrugged off his snow-dusted coat, hanging it on the rack by the door as he cautiously peered into the living room - now softly aglow in twinkling Christmas lights. A fire was going in the fireplace and there were stockings hung over the mantel. Yoongi didn’t even know you all had stockings.
“You’ll have to talk to Y/N about all that,” Taehyung grinned, carefully threading the ribbon of an ornament through a branch of the tree.
“Y/N….” Yoongi’s tone was low and you peeked out from behind the Christmas tree with your best puppydog look - the one you knew damn well was his ultimate weakness.
“Don’t you like it, Yoon?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out slightly in your best pout. Jiminie would be so proud.
“Oh good! You’re back from the studio, just in time for cocoa and Christmas movies!” Jimin thrust a mug of steaming cocoa into Yoongi’s hand before he could protest. “Unless, you’re going to be a total Scrooge.”
Yoongi stuck his tongue out at Jimin, “I’m not being a total Scrooge, Min. It’s just…we’ve never done anything like this before. Hell, I didn’t even know the fireplace worked, much less that we had stockings and a tree hidden up somewhere.”
“I might have done a bit of shopping,” you admitted, coming around from the Christmas tree to stand before him, pout still working overtime. Jimin flashed you a quick wink, his approval of your level of pout. “Y-you aren’t mad, are you?”
Yoongi softened instantly. You could see him visibly thaw. “Oh baby…” Yoongi set his cocoa down on the coffee table, before pulling you into a hug, “Not mad at all, doll. Just wasn’t expecting it, is all. We’ve never done Christmas before.”
“Well that was before,” Seokjin said, coming up behind you to press a kiss to the back of your head while reaching around to ruffle Yoongi’s still snow-flecked hair.
“I think it looks nice,” Taehyung said, hanging another ornament, “It’s about time we get into the Christmas spirit around here, don’t you think?”
“I picked out the tree,” Namjoon grinned, opening another box of ornaments.
“It looks great, Joon,” Yoongi smiled warmly to him, “Where’s, Sunshine and Koo?”
“Hope’s picking up takeaway for us,” you said, snuggling against Yoongi’s chest. He smelled of winter and something distinctly Yoongi - tobacco and leather and warmth. “And Jungkook’s probably still in the kitchen trying to eat the cookie batter.”
Yoongi ran a hand through your hair, looking down at you with such love in his eyes, such warmth. He booped your nose before releasing you and making his way over to the Christmas tree. “It is a pretty great tree, Joon.”
“So you aren’t mad we used your credit card to get it?” Jimin asked, sneaking up behind Yoongi and hooking his chin over his shoulder.
“He’s kidding,” Jin shook his head, flicking Jimin on the earlobe.
Jimin rolled his eyes, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you to him. “You did a great job, Y/N. It’s never looked better in here, truly.”
“It feels like a home,” Namjoon’s gaze caught Yoongi’s and they shared something silent between the two of them.
You knew ever since they had first gotten together, before the rest of you had all joined this little family, that they’d struggled quite a bit. It both made your chest ache and warm at the thought of them finally having a proper Christmas, finally having a proper home together.
“It’s all Y/N,” Taehyung cooed, pinching your cheek, “I would never have even thought of the cinnamon candles if it weren’t for Y/N!”
“Why don’t you put the star on the top of the tree, Yoon,” Namjoon offered.
Yoongi’s eyes widened briefly before you handed him the pretty gold star and Namjoon hoisted him up to reach the top of the tree with ease. You let the two of them have their moment before sneaking off into the kitchen to rescue the cookie batter from Jungkook.
“Is there even any batter left for the cookies or is it all in your stomach?” You asked, catching him as he popped the wooden spoon into his mouth. Jungkook grinned around the mouthful of cookie batter.
“ ‘s delicious! Can’t help it! What do you put into these, Y/N?”
“A dash of almond extract,” You grabbed for the mixing bowl, moving at away from him, “You’re gonna get sick,” you scolded half-heartedly.
Jungkook pouted, bottom lip jutting out even worse than yours and Jimin’s. “But if I do, you’ll take care of me right, princess? Nurse me back to health?”
“Absolutely not,” You peeked at the clock on the oven, grabbing for an oven mit. You swatted Jungkook on the hip with it before slipping it on and pulling out the previous batch of cookies. Jungkook reached his hand towards the baking sheet before you could even set it on the stove to cool.
“You’re going to burn your hand! And your mouth! And no one is going to feel any sympathy for you if you do.”
The bottom lip slipped back out, doe-eyes wide.
You softened. “You can have one once it cools, baby. It’ll taste better then anyway.”
“Fine,” Jungkook folded his arms over his chest as you began to slide the cookies from the tray onto a cooling rack, “But if you’re going to deny me cookies, can I at least get a kiss in their place?”
Rolling your eyes, you sat the baking sheet down and indulged him. He tasted of almond and cinnamon and vanilla and sweetness.
“That better tide you over until these cool,” you tried to sound scolding, which was really rather hard to do after being kissed breathless by Jeon Jungkook.
“Alright you kids,” Jin stuck his head into the kitchen, “Hope is back with dinner and we’re ready to start the movie. Y/N you pick tonight. Any Christmas movie you want.”
Heading out to the living room, you saw your boyfriends getting snuggled into onto the couches and recliners, tucked into their plates of takeaway, snuggled against one another.
“Y/N!” Hobi waved you over, handing you your styrofoam plate, “I got you your favorite, extra honey walnut shrimp!”
“Thanks, Hope,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I want Y/N to sit with me,” Jungkook pouted from somewhere on the couch.
“No, you got to sit with Y/N last time,” Taehyung protested, “It’s my turn!”
“No, it’s mine!” Jimin argued.
“Babies!” Jin held up a hand, “Y/N isn’t going to sit with either of you if you argue over Y/N like a toy. Sit wherever you’d like, angel,” Jin sent you a soft smile and you melted under his attention and ability to get Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung to yield.
You glanced around the living room. Yoongi was already sitting on Namjoon’s lap while Namjoon spoon-fed him bites of broccoli beef in one of the recliners. Jin was making his way towards his favorite overly-stuffed chair and you knew Hobi would probably wind up in his lap too. The maknaes were staring at you with wide, puppy eyes.
“I’m going to sit between Jimin and Tae,” you announced, while Jungkook visibly deflated.
You walked over to him, cradling his face in your hands as you lifted his head, “But I’m sleeping in your bed tonight.”
Jungkook let out a happy sequel and you couldn’t help but laugh. You weren’t far off from happy-squealing yourself at the prospect of spending the night cuddled in his arms under his warm blankets.
“Good,” Jimin smirked, reaching for his beer on the coffee table as you sunk down on the couch between him and Tae. Tae instinctively snuggled closer to you. “You steal all the blankets anyway—eek!” You smirked, withdrawing your fingers from his side with a triumphant smile.
“Brat,” Jimin stuck his tongue out at you. “You’re lucky I’ve got a plate of food on my lap right now or else you’d definitely get it.”
“Alright kids,” Jin called over the ruckus, “Y/N, what movie would you like to watch?”
“Well, it just isn’t Christmas without It’s a Wonderful Life.”
“It’s a Wonderful Life, it is, then!” Namjoon reached around Yoongi to grab the remote off the arm of his chair, pulling up the movie.
“Christmas movies, a fire going in the fireplace, an actual Christmas tree, cookies cooling, and cocoa waiting for us,” Hobi sunk down into Jin’s lap as you’d expected, “Y/N, you’re spoiling us here. Almost going to make refined gentlemen out of us.”
Taehyung reached around and gave Jimin a wet willie just for prosperity.
“Ack! Why am I getting bullied tonight, huh?” Jimin swatted at him.
“Alright you two,” Yoongi shot them a look from his place on Namjoon’s lap, “Settle down and eat your dinner and watch the movie.”
“Hobi is right though,” Namjoon pressed his nose against Yoongi’s shoulder blade before continuing, “You really do take such good care of us, Y/N. The place looks amazing, and it finally has this warmth touch to it I just know is from you. You came into our lives and thawed out all our icey edges, angel. We’re so thankful to you for that.”
Your eyes watered and as if sensing, both Jimin and Taehyung cuddled up against you. Jimin pressing kisses to your cheek while Taehyung stroked your hair.
“It’s true,” Jin said. “You really do look after us all so well. We’re meant to be the ones looking after you, but you take care of us just as well if not more.”
“We take care of each other,” you corrected, “You are all deserving of a good and wonderful Christmas. And it’s not about the decorations or the fire or the cocoa and cookies. It’s about all of us just being together…sharing a moment like this together. I’d have been content to just spend Christmastime with you without a tree and ornaments if it meant just spending it with the seven of you by my side. But the tree, all of this…it’s something I can do to outwardly show you how much I love you and how much I want this Christmas to be special. It’s our first together.”
“The first of many,” Jimin said, letting a kiss wander slightly just to the corner of your mouth.
“The first of every from here on out,” Taehyung nodded.
“You’re like our Christmas angel, Y/N,” Jungkook said from his place on the floor. You bent down to press a kiss to the back of his head.
“And your my Christmas angels too,” you said.
“I think I’m a fairy this week, actually,” said Jimin.
“We’re such cheesballs, oh my god,” Taehyung jokingly cringed.
“Does the fairy feel like hushing up so we can watch the damn movie?” Yoongi asked, pulling a teasing face to Jimin, the way he always did when he spoke harshly and needed Jimin to know he was being playful.
Jimin reached behind him for one of the throw pillows to toss at him, but you were quick to snatch it from his hand and set it carefully out of his reach.
“Sorry,” Jimin mumbled.
“It’s okay,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
That night, after a night of movies and cookies and cocoa and admiring the Christmas tree all twinkingly with soft lights in the darkness of the livingroom, you found yourself wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms in his oversized bed, cuddled under the warmth of almost a dozen blankets. Jungkook loved blankets. Almost as much as he loved his air purifiers and you.
“My tummy hurts, I think I ate too many Christmas cookies,” Jungkook grumbled.
“What did I tell you about sympathy, hmm?”
Jungkook propped up on his elbow, giving you a stink-eye, “Don’t be mean, Y/N. They were so yummy! Never had Christmas cookies that delicious before.”
You raised a brow, “Oh is that so? Best not let your mother hear you ever say that, Koo.”
Jungkook giggled, pressing closer next to you, “She’d think so too. She adores you, you know.”
“Does she?” You asked, holding your breath slightly. You always were so anxious about where you stood with their families. You never would forget the one day you cracked a joke and somehow made Yoongi’s dad laugh. Now, whenever Yoon would go home to visit, his dad would sneak him little gifts to give to you.
“Mmhmm,” Jungkook nodded, “You’re a part of our family, Y/N. That goes for all of us and all our families. You belong here. It’s like Hobi-hyung said…you made this place feel more like home since you’ve been a part of us. Today just shows how much warmth you really bring to us. You really are our angel, Y/N. And not just a Christmas one at that.”
Your eyes grew misty and before you could try to think of something to say, Jungkook pulled you to his chest. You closed your eyes, breathing him in and letting yourself melt against him. It was going to be a wonderful Christmas this year. You pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s bare chest, just above his heart.
Genre- smut, dominating!Jimin, fem!reader, established friendship/work relationship, makeup play?
Warning-smut, dominating, oral sex, fem!receiving
Summary-You landed a job as Jimin’s makeup artist and his good boy persona gives you a run for your money.
“Do I make you nervous?”
Jimin looked up at you as you blended some blush on his cheeks lightly, you hadn’t noticed how much your hands were shaking.
You had been Jimin’s new makeup artist for the new tour. For the past few weeks you had been proving yourself to the team time and time again.
When you spent time with Jimin doing his makeup for the promotional material, he was so friendly and welcoming; this continued and eventually you two came to have inside jokes but something about him still made you nervous.
“No. Not at all.” You responded steadily.
You watched as Jimin continued to stare into your soul as you continued with the makeup. The way he looked up at you while you patted rouge lightly on his lips was making it difficult to focus.
Suddenly, the shout from one of the management team members summoning your idol broke the oddly building tension. In a way, saving you.
“Thanks for your hard work. I’ll be seeing you later,” Jimin spoke fondly.
You watched as Jimin stood up and winked at you before proudly walking off to where he was being asked. He looked better than ever. If that was even possible. His hair was dyed a fresh pink that he managed to pull off as if it was natural and he seemed refreshed compared to when you first met him.
Watching him as you put away your supplies you felt your eyes constantly roam over the shirt that hugged his toned arms and torso, then the leather pants that hugged his even more toned butt and thighs.
As if feeling your eyes burning into him he turned around briefly and wagged his brows in a playful manner that just about sent you flying into the vanity behind you.
“My apologies, Jimin had an earlier appointment today so as you know missed his makeup test run for the wardrobe change during the set switch.”
You nodded as your supervisor spoke.
“I’m sorry to ask this of you but you’ll need to stay after tonight and meet with him a little later and get this done. We have to make sure the performance is done right for this tour. Send me a picture of his final look so I can log it.”
You took in the words. It wasn’t like you had anything to do anyways. Your new job was what your life was now devoted to, even if you did had some free time this evening it wouldn’t be exploring the sights of Tokyo; it'd be passed out in your hotel bed from exhaustion.
You waited for Jimin watching the clock get closer and closer to 8 pm.
The hair and makeup room was dead silent, everyone else had went back to the hotel or went out for a quick beer and dinner.
Just you were left.
You and Jimin.
It was just three days before the concert, a lot was resting on everyone’s shoulders.
“Don’t look too excited for me.”
You quickly look up and lock eyes with Jimin, he’s smiling in a seductive way that makes your stomach turn in knots.
He was wearing a loose black button down shirt; unbuttoned lazily to expose some of his chest, a pair of black jeans that did little to hide any imagination and his usual Chelsea boots. The way he walked on his way over to you did something to your heart.
You shot up from your seat, “Sorry for keeping you waiting.”
His mouth upturned in a playful smile, “Why are you apologizing for waiting for me?”
In fact, you didn’t know why you apologized.
He towered over you and held your gaze with his dark eyes. “Your hands. They’re shaking again.”
“It’s ok, it might just be nerves because we’re so close to the big day.” You bit your lip and playfully laughed trying to remove the focus off of yourself.
He hadn’t seated yet, remained standing and watching you. You began to dig through lipstick and try to find one that captured what the team was visualizing.
You turned to hold it up to his complexion . “I think this will work.” He didn’t move his gaze just continued to stare at you, bedroom eyes.
“I think something else is better suited. Here let me show you.” He leaned his way past you and grabbed a deep red lipstick; one that was probably your favorite out of the options.
“Let me show you. Ok, sit.” He was in charge now and his demeanor was playful but something struck a chord. He was different. You decided to play along. You gladly took a seat in the makeup chair.
“Ok sir.” You laughed breathily.
You watched as he took the cap off the deep red and moved close to begin putting it on your relaxed lips.
“Jimin, you have to put it on that brush first.”
His eyes didn’t break focus, “Relax.” You felt the cold lipstick pat on your mouth and watched his face as he worked meticulously.
“My favorite.” He pulled back smiling his wicked grin you became accustomed to from him on the stage.
You felt your face heat, your cheeks probably turning crimson. You couldn’t find words.
“Mind if I see what it looks like on me?” Jimin cocks his head to the side, his eyes glimmering with playfulness.
“Yes, of course.” You felt your voice crack wearily.
Soon you felt his full, soft lips pressed against yours.
Your body jolted. Your brain was raising alarms how this crossed the boundary of your job but your body moved otherwise, tangling your fingers in his thick pink hair, deepening the contact. One of his hands snaked to pull at your neck as his lips pushed your mouth open more, allowing access for his tongue. A moan left your body, he suddenly pulled back.
His lips were smeared with the same red, he grinned wickedly as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. “I think this is the color.”
You were dumbstruck.
Jimin then turned back to you, you still seated in the chair in awe watching as he held the lipstick in between his fingers.
“This is my favorite color on someone. I really think it suits you especially.” He moved closer, his breath now hitting the shell of your ear. “I want to hear you moan like that again while covered in my red markings.”
Your hands gripped your thighs while they pushed together, his words alone sit shivers to your core.
A moan mixed with a sigh left your chest.
Jimin studied you, staring down at you as you tried to calm yourself.
“I’m so sorry”-“Open your mouth and sit back.”
Jimin cut you off during your panicked apology.
Your job was on the line if this got out , even more his own public image was at stake; despite those two hanging on thin threads you followed his instruction.
“Hold this lipstick between your lips. Don’t make a single noise.” You were confused but nodded, parting your lips. Jimin was everything you dreamed about. You watched as he pushed the lipstick container between your lips, your pursed mouth holding it in place with your teeth floating near.
“I’m going to give you a preview. If I hear a noise come from you it’ll blow our cover and I’ll have to stop. Got that?” You felt your face get warm, your body felt languid but you nodded eagerly and your hands gripped the armrests of the makeup chair.
Jimin moved swiftly, slowly parting open your legs as he held eye contact.
He then clicked his tongue against his teeth, his knuckles sweeping against your inner thigh covered in sheer tights. “These…,”His ring clad fingers pulled at the thin material,”Have to go.” And with that Jimin took both hands and pulled them easily apart exposing your panties to him. Your eyes widened in shock as he tore the tights down, shredded them.
“Don’t worry I’ll have a new pair sent to your room.” Jimin smirked as his fingers ran along your clothed core. You could feel the wetness pooling.
“So wet for me and we haven’t even started.” Jimin bit his lip before running his tongue along his bottom lip. You felt your lips press down on the lipstick fighting the urge to moan as you felt him pull your panties to the side and dip in a ringed finger. You flung your head back feeling your nails dig into the armrests, then you managed to look back down at Jimin. His eyes were narrowed and siren-like as he sinfully smiled.
You felt him pump and curve the single digit before he added a second. Your legs shook as you fought the urge to moan and ruin all of this.
As soon as he was in he removed himself, you wanted to cry at the loss of contact. You watched, your chest heaving as he pulled down your panties pulling them down your legs and past your heels. “I’ll keep these.” He carefully tucked them into his back pocket and looked back at you. You felt yourself melting under his smoldering stare.
“Remember these marks.” You watched as Jimin dipped his head between your thighs and left light kisses and residue of the red lipstick where he made contact with your skin.
His soft kisses made their way closer to your core. He softly nibbled on your right thigh leaving a much larger red stain.
His dark eyes didn’t break contact as he pulled slightly away, his lips murmuring against your skin, “I wish I could hear you moan right now.”
Your teeth bite down softly on the lipstick in your mouth as you feel him spread your legs further and run his tongue against your slit.
“God, I love how you taste already.” You continue to look down and watch him intently. Unable to hold back you run your hands through his thick hair, urging him to continue.
You felt as his tongue slid into your core and flicked against you.
Your head fell back languidly as he continued to pleasure you. Your hands tightened in his hair as you bucked your hips in an attempt to push him closer into you. You felt him hum against your core, pulling back to blow air. You fought hard against the urge to moan his name.
You felt yourself reaching edge as you felt Jimin nip at your clit lightly, soon he gave in and added back his fingers pushing them slowly into you as his mouth continued to work.
You couldn’t rip your eyes away from staring at the top of his head, the mess of pink strands between your fingers.
You had reached your peak, you felt your body shiver and jolt. Jimin pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the remnants of red against his face. You looked down eagerly, your unclothed center was covered in red lipstick stain courtesy of this unhinged man.
Jimin then stood up unphased with lipstick smeared across his perfect features.
He leaned into you, face to face and pulled out the lipstick container from your mouth with a pop!
He smiled wickedly and tucked the makeup in your blouse pocket. “If you want to continue this, I’ll meet you in the hotel lobby tomorrow night at 10:30 p.m. Make sure to wear this.” He straightened himself up and watched you.
You exhaled all of the breath you were holding.
“Did we have something we needed to do?” Jimin prodded as he used a makeup wipe while watching you pull yourself together.
This man was utterly insane but just what you needed.