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Stuck in a Snowstorm (m) | pjm
*Part of 'the winter collection'. Read part two. Part three coming soon!
Summary: You don’t know how you ended up here. Stuck with your mortal enemy, Park Jimin, in you car – in a fucking snowstorm.
Pairing: Jimin x female reader
AU + genres: enemies to lovers, pwp (very little plot – let me be honest, it’s just pure smut). Humor/crack, smut.
Rating: Mature/explicit/R18 - this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.
Word count: 6,1K
Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸
Warnings (general) + triggers: Jimin is just a mean jerk and reader is a brat 😂 Lots of banter, crack and anger towards each other.
Warnings (explicit): unprotected sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial/delay, hair pulling, oral (female and male receiving), breasts and nipple play. Also, use of a tie 👀
Author’s note: This is actually a story that I planned to write all the way back in 2017 – better late than never, right? 😂 I had only made the plot with some outline, so I basically started from scrap. But it had been stuck in my mind since FOREVER and now I just miss Jimin a shit ton, so I made this. I hope you enjoy it! Also, it shouldn’t be taken too seriously, it’s just smut with minimal plot and don’t question the characters bad actions or some minor plot holes 😂 (Also, I did not proofread this, just because).
Also, merry Christmas / happy holidays – this is my gift to you wonderful people out there 💜
AND are you guys looking forward to Jimin’s ‘Closer than This’ tomorrow???? 💜
If you prefer to read on AO3 you can read it here 😀
“I can’t believe this…” in disbelief, you mutter, your voice tinged with uncertainty, while you desperately activate the windshield wiper, yearning for even a fleeting glimpse through the thick curtain of falling snow.
“I can,” Jimin declares from his spot beside you in the passenger seat. His playful critique follows swiftly, delivered with a pout and a firm voice, as he shakes his head in mock disbelief, “You're a terrible driver.”
“Am not!” you retort defiantly, your voice cutting through the air, even as your unwavering gaze remains fixed on the snowy expanse ahead.
A curtain of thick snow descends, veiling everything in an opaque white shroud. The road ahead is swallowed by the relentless onslaught, turning visibility into an elusive challenge.
Your hands clench the wheel with a vice-like grip, the strain evident as your knuckles whiten under the pressure. The tension in your entire body is so palpable that it hurts to fucking drive.
Exhaustion weighs on you heavily, a relentless burden, yet the realization hits that you're only halfway to your friends' Christmas party. Two more hours loom ahead, a daunting stretch of time spent in the company of Park Jimin, your sworn enemy.
The decision to share a car ride is a mystery even to yourself; perhaps it was a fleeting concern for the planet, a noble intention to save fuel by consolidating into one vehicle. Yet, as the journey unfolds, the real reasons behind your choice become an enigma.
Regret courses through you like a bitter undercurrent as you ponder the altruistic intentions behind considering the planet and the environment. The thought of advising Jimin to take his own car nags at you, a missed opportunity for a peaceful solo drive. In a self-cursing moment, you rue your own kindness.
“Let me drive; I’m a better driver than you anyway.” Jimin declares with casual confidence, his tone carrying an air of nonchalance.
“Fuck off, Jimin!” you hiss, frustration dripping from your words like venom.
You squint against the relentless assault of heavy snow, the world outside morphing into an indistinct blur as visibility dwindles.
Your pace is deliberate, a cautious dance with the road, but after several minutes, you relent, succumbing to the inevitable by slowing down even further.
“Fine!” you declare, seizing the steering wheel in a determined clench, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.
You pivot your gaze towards Jimin, the words cutting through the tension, “You fucking drive then.”
Shifting the car into park, you unclip your seatbelt with a determined click, swing the door open, and brave the biting embrace of the freezing snowstorm outside.
In synchronized movements, Jimin mirrors your actions, and together, you step out into the frigid air. The two of you converge outside, a silent agreement palpable in the crunch of snow beneath your feet, as you navigate around the car, preparing to swap seats.
“If you crash my car, I’ll kill you.” you menace, venom seeping through your words as you stride past him, positioning yourself in front of the vehicle.
He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, a smug satisfaction evident in his demeanor, relishing the fact that you've conceded to let him take the wheel.
Jimin confidently eases his plump figure into the driver's seat, and you avert your gaze (definitely not looking!). With a self-assured demeanor, he expertly adjusts the seat to accommodate his frame.
You attempt to thaw your chilled hands under the blast of hot air from the air conditioner, the sour mood hanging heavy around you as you settle into the passenger seat, donning a visible pout.
“Relax, I’m not gonna crash your precious car,” he teases, the playfulness evident in his voice, just before smoothly shifting the car into gear and forging ahead.
In response, a huff escapes your lips, arms instinctively crossing in a silent declaration of your lingering displeasure.
You surrender to a sense of ease as Jimin takes the wheel, his deliberate pace aligning with caution. It's a mutual understanding — in this snow-laden terrain, slow and steady becomes a shared creed for safety.
The once teasing atmosphere now gives way to palpable tension, the air thick with the weight of swirling snow that has intensified. Jimin, too, struggles visibly against the heavier onslaught, the challenge of navigating through the snow turning the car into a place of shared unease.
Your gaze fixates on Jimin, observing as his fingers clench the steering wheel with a tension mirroring your own, and his shoulders stiffen in sync. A chuckle escapes you, unexpectedly audible, as you notice the ironic similarity between his reaction and your earlier demeanor.
“What’s so funny?” Jimin spits, the tension reverberating unmistakably in his voice, each word a note in the symphony of strained emotions.
“Your driving,” you start to chuckle, the amusement laced with a hint of mischief.
“You're not exactly outclassing my skills,” you declare, sinking into the seat with a self-assured smirk, relishing the satisfaction of your own driving prowess.
“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he seethes, the words charged with anger, his gaze sharply turning towards you, locking onto your eyes.
Despite Jimin's cautious speed, the car subtly veers, casting doubt on whether you're still on the road or lost in the oblivion of the thick snow. The blinding white landscape offers no clarity, leaving you uncertain and immersed in a disorienting wintry haze.
“I can’t see fucking shit!” he exclaims, abruptly bringing the car to a halt and cutting the engine in an instant, plunging you both into an eerie silence amid the obscured surroundings.
Your gaze locks onto him, urgency etched across your face. “What are you doing? We've got Seokjin's Christmas party in less than an hour!” The frustration in your voice reverberates, a ticking clock amplifying the stakes of the impending deadline.
“It’s not safe to drive in this freaking snowstorm!” he bellows in response, frustration escalating in his voice, punctuated by the sharp flick of the hazard warning lights, signaling the urgency and danger of the situation.
“I just want to get there already. I'd rather not be stuck with you,” you seethe, teeth gritted, a visible huff escaping in a cloud of anger. The tension hangs heavy, fueled by the biting words that linger in the now frosty air.
“Like I'd willingly be stuck with your sour attitude,” he retorts, his gaze sweeping you from head to toe for some inscrutable reason. “I don't even like you,” he declares, the words loaded with an unspoken tension that hangs in the frosty air between you two.
You gape at him, the bitter truth resonating in the air—an unspoken agreement that neither of you harbors any liking for the other. The animosity between you has solidified into a hostile dynamic, despite the shared circle of friends that consistently throws you together, much to your enduring displeasure.
Jimin exudes an infuriating level of cockiness, ceaselessly pushing your buttons and expertly tapping into the art of annoyance until it feels like your nerves are unraveling at his mere presence.
You'd willingly brave the biting cold rather than endure the prospect of an unpredictable future confined with him inside the car. Fate seems to revel in mocking you, as the car rapidly succumbs to the encroaching chill, each passing minute intensifying the unwelcome cold that now permeates the confined space.
You clutch your arms tightly around your body, desperately running your hands up and down in a futile attempt to gather some warmth. A curse slips from your lips as you question your own sanity—why in the world did you take off your jacket for the drive? Now it's trapped in the damn trunk, and the thought of braving the freezing cold to retrieve it is utterly unappealing.
“Cold?” he chuckles, the sound carrying an edge of amusement that only amplifies the chill sinking into your bones.
You nod your head.
“Well, I’m not giving you my jacket,” he states matter-of-factly, cocooning himself in the evident warmth of his puffer jacket. Damn Park Jimin and his infuriating nonchalance, he's truly a master of being a jerk!
“Can't even manage a simple act of kindness,” you mutter with disdain, the words escaping in a sharp hiss, a low and almost grumbling tone, accompanied by a dismissive eye roll.
“What's that?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips, relishing the snug warmth of his jacket while you shiver in the cold.
“Fuck you, Park!” you shout directly in his face, your words laced with frustration. Instead of a retort, he just chuckles, the sound taking on a manic edge that lingers in the frosty air, leaving an unsettling resonance to your heated exchange.
An indeterminate amount of time slips away, lost in the relentless snowfall that shows no sign of relenting. Frustration building, you reach for your phone and decide to text Seokjin, realizing that this damn snow isn't planning on letting up anytime soon.
You [15.42]: Stuck in a snowstorm with fucking Park Jimin. I don’t know when we’ll arrive 🙄
Jin [15.48]: Just stay safe 😂
Fuck Seokjin! You’re convinced that he’s somewhere enjoying a good laugh at your misfortune.
A surge of realization hits you like a bolt of inspiration—there's a blanket tucked away in the backseat. Swiftly moving up, you make your way to the center console.
“What’re you doing?” Jimin questions, his curiosity evident in the quirk of his eyebrow as you navigate over the center console, leaving him bewildered by your sudden, mysterious movements.
“There's a blanket back here,” you announce triumphantly, finally laying hands on the sought-after comfort. With a satisfying plop into the seat, you tug the blanket snugly over your cold body, a gesture that transforms the atmosphere within the car from chilly discomfort to a brief oasis of warmth.
After a few contemplative minutes, Jimin breaks the silence with a question that hangs in the air, “Mind if I join you?”
Your mouth falls agape, and your eyes widen in astonishment at his unexpected question. Collecting yourself, you respond with a hint of sarcasm, “You weren't keen on sharing your jacket with me. What makes you think I'd be willing to share my blanket with you?” The tension between you and Jimin escalates with each word, hanging palpably in the cold air.
Without a pause for your response, he defies the silence, navigating over the center console with the same determined crawl you had exhibited moments before. The unspoken tension between you both amplifies, turning the confined space into an arena of silent rivalry.
Seated beside you, he makes a grab for the blanket cocooning your shivering form. Resolute, you refuse to surrender it, your hands engaging in a tug of war with him.
“Share, you brat,” he hisses with a mix of irritation and amusement, his determination evident in the forceful tug at the blanket.
“No!” you hiss back defiantly, the word laced with a stubborn refusal as you hold your ground.
With a forceful yank, he wrenches the blanket from your grasp, and in the struggle, he ends up with it draped across his lap. The victorious outcome of the skirmish leaves a charged atmosphere between you and Jimin, the warmth of the blanket now a coveted prize in his possession.
A triumphant smirk plays on his lips as he envelops himself in the captured blanket. His eyes lock onto your moping expression before descending further, a mischievous gleam indicating that his victory goes beyond the simple conquest of the blanket.
“I can totally see your nipples,” he chuckles.
You glance down, and sure enough, your nipples stand out against the satin material of your dress. Swiftly, you react, pressing your hands over your breasts in a sudden move to conceal their visibility.
“Why the fuck are you look at my tits?” you yell at him, your frustration audible, but he merely chuckles in response.
“You must really be freezing, huh?” he observes, and you simply nod in agreement, a silent acknowledgment of the biting cold that permeates the confined space.
“I can warm you up,” he suggests with a playful wink, both eyes and eyebrows conspiring in unison. The underlying implication of his words hangs in the air, and you instantly grasp the nature of his playful proposition.
“I'm not that desperate, Park,” you scoff with a hint of disgust, the rejection laced with a prideful undertone. In response, he simply chuckles, finding amusement in your candid dismissal.
Following his suggestive remark, an electric charge seems to surge through the atmosphere in the car. Your mind involuntarily races, envisioning the prospect of warming up next to him, his hands tracing every contour of your body, his di—
Stop. You admonish yourself sternly, a mental command to cease the vivid thoughts involving him. He's your enemy, you remind yourself, emphasizing the intense dislike you harbor for Park Jimin. The internal conflict heightens, the struggle between attraction and animosity weaving a complex web within your mind.
His chuckle resonates beside you, a sound that grates on your nerves. Irritation mounts, and you sharply turn your head towards him, your annoyance evident in the flicker of your gaze.
“Need help?” he inquires, his gaze suddenly deepening, the darkness in his eyes unveiling a subtle intensity that lingers in the air.
“With what?” you spit back at him, the confusion evident in your tone.
“You're grinding against the seat,” he bluntly points out, his gaze fixed on your crotch. You glance down, discovering your unconscious movement against the fabric of the seat. A sudden realization dawns, and an expletive slips from your lips.
A wave of discomfort washes over you, an intense desire to squirm and disappear into the ground, engulfed by the embarrassment that now saturates the air. The profound sense of shame hangs heavy, making the moment so excruciatingly humiliating.
You inhale sharply, drawing in a breath that seems to shudder through you, and with a deliberate move, you roll your hips once more.
“No…” you murmur, the word escaping with a shaky uncertainty that even your own ears can detect.
Jimin scoots closer to you, the warmth radiating from his body sending sparks that seem to dance through yours.
He leans into you, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, and in a breathy whisper, he offers, “I can help you with that.”
His words alone send a jolt through your body, a sudden tightening that ignites a fiery sensation. Damn it. The internal conflict and desire entwine, creating a tumultuous storm within you in the presence of him. It's undeniable—your entire being yearns for the touch you never thought you'd crave.
His warm hand finds its way to your thigh, and a low moan escapes your lips at the contact. Fuck.
His hand ventures down to the hem of your dress, grabbing and pulling it back to expose more of your thighs. A shiver runs down your spine as the cold air embraces your newly exposed skin, and a hiss escapes your lips. However, the sensation is quickly replaced by a different kind of warmth as his hand cups your clothed core. A breathless expletive escapes your lips, leaving your mind in a blissful blank state.
Instantly, you feel the warmth of his hand intimately against you, and your head falls back against the seat involuntarily. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you respond to the touch, unable to resist rolling your hips into the sensation.
“You’re needy,” he breathes against your ear, the words carrying a provocative weight that reverberates through you.
His warm breath sends a cascade of shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts in a haze of desire. The desire for release intensifies, eclipsing any reservations you may have about seeking it from your mortal enemy.
“Shut up and just touch me,” you utter in frustration, the words punctuated by the deliberate grind of your hips into his hand, a desperate quest for any kind of friction. You're acutely aware of the desperation seeping through your actions, but at this moment, you don’t give a fuck.
And touch you he does. His fingers begin to rub your clit over the fabric of your panties, and you don't hold back your moans.
Your hips gyrate, a rhythmic dance in pursuit of your impending orgasm. The sensation builds rapidly, a cascade of pleasure on the brink. The question lingers in your mind—why does your body respond so eagerly to his touch?
He tugs your panties to the side, his touch on your clit eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. The warmth of his fingers against your skin amplifies the sensation, and you're already soaked.
“You're so wet already,” he chuckles against your ear, his lips teasingly grazing your skin. The desire to retaliate surges within you, but then, with a sudden and deliberate movement, one of his fingers enters your pussy, stealing your breath away.
He skillfully fingers you with one finger, the motion of his wrist simultaneously stroking against your clit, creating a sensation that's nothing short of delicious. The desire for more intensifies, an insatiable craving building within you.
“More,” you breathe, your voice escaping chapped and laden with a raw, lustful edge.
Jimin adds one more digit, and you relish in the precision with which he finds your soft spot, hitting it perfectly.
“Are you gonna come on my fingers?” he whispers in your ear, the suggestive question sending an instant jolt through your body, a yearning for more.
A throaty moan escapes your lips as you willingly spread your legs wider, granting him more space.
He deftly introduces a third finger into you, and you feel yourself losing control, swept away by the overwhelming pleasure. It's already so good—how is he so skilled with his fingers?
The way he skillfully uses his fingers inside you while simultaneously rubbing your clit with his wrist propels you relentlessly toward the precipice of climax. The knot in your stomach tightens, and you're on the verge of that intoxicating release.
“Jimin, fuck. I'm gonna come soon,” you pant, the urgency in your voice underscored by the rhythmic grind of your pussy against his hand.
He accelerates the pace of his fingers inside you, bringing you to the brink, but just as your body teeters on the edge of release, he abruptly withdraws his fingers and hand altogether.
His fingers and hand vanish, leaving you hanging on the precipice of your orgasm. The abrupt absence intensifies the frustration and desire you feel surge through your body. Fuck!
Your legs tremble beneath you, and a frustrated hiss escapes your lips as you pant for breath.
“You didn't want to share the blanket,” he spews, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your evident frustration.
You're on the verge of tears, overwhelmed with anger. The desperate desire for release compounds the emotional turmoil within you. The audacity of him! The frustration boils over, cementing Jimin as nothing short of a fucking jerk in your mind.
“I'm not letting you come unless you beg for it,” he adds in a smug voice, a smirk playing on his lips as he purposefully puts some distance between you.
You can't believe him. The brink of pleasure was within reach—just a few more rubs and you would have unraveled on his fingers. The yearning is palpable, a frustrating ache that intensifies with each passing moment.
You growl at him, caught in a heated internal debate about whether to plead with him or not.
Your pussy clenches around emptiness, a visceral reminder of your desperation.
“Please, Jimin. Please let me come,” you implore, locking eyes with him and turning your body toward him. The desperation in your gaze is palpable. Almost inadvertently, you press your chest closer, your stiff nipples drawing his gaze downward.
He licks his lips teasingly, a wicked glint in his eyes, before seizing your hips and drawing you irresistibly toward him. With a swift yet controlled motion, he manipulates your body, guiding you to lie on the seat. As you settle into the unexpected position, he chuckles at the genuine confusion etched across your face.
“Because you asked so nicely,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and in a bold move, he shoves your dress up to your stomach. With swift precision, he snatches your panties, sliding them down your legs. “I'll give you what you want.”
He discards your panties with a deliberate flick, his focus unwavering as he plunges down to your throbbing pussy. There's no hesitation; he immediately delves into licking at your folds and clit with a hunger that matches your own.
Your body instinctively arches off the length of the seat, a wave of pleasure coursing through you. It feels unbelievably good. In the heat of the moment, your hands find his hair, fingers gripping and pulling at the strands, eliciting a guttural groan from him.
Your muscles tighten, and the echoes of the previous orgasm, forcefully ripped from you, return with an intensity that feels tenfold. Each breath is a furious pant as he continues to lap at your folds, the relentless pleasure building and intertwining with your gasps.
Then, with a skillful touch, he adds a finger to your clit, rubbing it in tantalizing circles. Your senses heighten, and just as you succumb to the pleasure, he skillfully continues to ravish your entrance with his tongue.
“Jimin!” you scream his name, a raw and unrestrained cry escaping your lips as you reach the peak of ecstasy on his tongue. Your body tightens, toes curling, and you involuntarily hitch your heels against his legs. In the throes of pleasure, your vision blurs, and you fight for air.
He chuckles, a throaty sound that reverberates in the aftermath of your high. Not giving you a moment to fully come down, he skillfully inserts two of his fingers inside you, drawing a hiss from your lips at the touch—your body rendered oversensitive.
He extends his fingers, proudly displaying them, glistening with your intimate juices. A wicked glint in his eyes, he issues a command, “Clean them.”
You meet his gaze defiantly, a spark of challenge in your eyes, before obediently rising to carry out his command. Taking hold of his hand, you sensually draw his slick digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them like a provocative dance. Your eyes lock onto his, witnessing the raw desire in his gaze as you release his fingers with an audible ‘pop’.
“I hate you,” you declare, breathless, the words carrying a mixture of frustration and desire. His response is a low chuckle, his perceptive gaze catching the teasing glint in your eyes.
He leans back, a provocative smirk playing on his lips, and starts palming himself through his dress pants. Your eyes involuntarily follow the movement of his hands, and a jolt of desire courses through you as you realize he's already rock hard. The unmistakable bulge strains against his pants, a visual testament to the arousal simmering between you two.
“I can help you with that,” you purr, a sultry promise lingering in your eyes, eager to reciprocate the pleasure.
He chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and smoothly turns his body to fully face you. With a teasing smirk, he unzips his pants, skillfully pulling down both his trousers and underwear enough to liberate his hardened dick.
His cock springs free, defiantly brushing against the bottom of his loosened tie, a sight that's undeniably tantalizing. Perfectly sculpted, it's veiny and slightly flushed at the tip, mirroring the allure of every inch of him. A surge of conflicting emotions overwhelms you – the hate, the desire, the acknowledgment of his undeniable appeal. You despise how effortlessly good-looking he is, from the tousled blonde locks to those lips you now crave to taste.
However, your gaze returns to his dick, noting its average size but with a satisfying girth that catches your attention. A subtle hint of anticipation flickers in your eyes, and your tongue instinctively darts out to moisten your lips.
“Then get to work,” he pants, a breathy command, as he sensually spreads his legs, creating an inviting space for you.
You descend eagerly, ensuring your mouth is generously coated with saliva before you engulf him, starting with just the tip.
He hisses the moment your lips meet his dick, his head instinctively colliding with the window behind him, an involuntary exclamation escaping, “Ah, fuck.”
You engulf more of him, your mouth descending entirely, and the sound of his primal moan reverberates in response. You add a sultry hum, a note of satisfaction coursing through you.
You initiate a slow, deliberate pace, skillfully sucking him off, and anything beyond your mouth's capacity, you sensually stroke with your hand.
His hands seek out your hair, effortlessly capturing the neatly arranged high ponytail that he grasps with a possessive confidence.
You revel in the subtle tension, accelerating your descent on him with a newfound urgency. Your tongue skillfully traces intricate patterns, dancing across his tip and the sensitive folds of his frenulum.
He moans in ecstasy as you withdraw with a satisfying ‘pop,’ only to treat the head of his throbbing dick like a tempting lollipop, your tongue swirling around it with deliberate sensuality.
As you glance up at him, he appears utterly lost in the moment. His eyes, once vibrant, are now dilated orbs of desire, his parted lips releasing audible breaths. The state of bliss enveloping him transforms his features into a breathtaking display of vulnerability and beauty.
You envelop him once more, relishing the subtle tremor that courses through him, a tangible response to the sensations you're skillfully orchestrating with your lips and tongue.
He yanks you away from him, his voice a raw whisper laden with desire, “I want to fuck you.”
You prop yourself up, captivated by the transformation before you. The usual arrogant Park Jimin is replaced by this vulnerable, needy version, and against your better judgment, a desperate craving for him builds inside you. You ache for him to consume you entirely.
A mischievous smirk plays on your lips as you echo his earlier taunts, “Beg for it,” you challenge, aware of the palpable tension between you, a shared desire pulsating in the charged air.
A low, throaty chuckle escapes him as his fingers glide through the tousled strands of his blonde hair, a mixture of frustration and amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re really a fucking brat,” he hisses, a smirk playing on his lips.
He sits up, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he sheds his open jacket, the confined warmth of the car now turning uncomfortably sweltering. You can't help but acknowledge the irony; at least you're not freezing anymore, which, after all, was the primary objective of this unexpected detour, wasn't it?
“Please let me fuck you,” his plea hangs in the air, a desperate echo of your own request, and you can't help but chuckle, slowly crawling closer to him.
“Turn around, let me straddle you. Leaning against the headrest will give us more space,” you suggest, and he shifts in an instant, his arousal evident in the casual sway of his dick with each movement.
Then you confidently straddle him, your hand instinctively reaching for his dick, guiding him to align perfectly with your eager entrance.
Before you lower yourself onto him, you sensually trail his dick through your wetness, relishing in the intimate friction. A moan escapes your lips as you then descend onto his lap in one smooth, sultry motion.
The exquisite stretch sends a shiver down your spine, and he effortlessly glides in, eliciting a breathless ‘Fuck!’ from your lips.
As your hands find their place on his shoulders for support, his eyes, now hooded, follow your every movement as you begin to ride him with a rhythm that echoes the passion pulsing between you.
You pant furiously, your breath hot against his face. The sensation of him inside you is nothing short of heavenly, an electrifying connection that feels as if every contour of him aligns perfectly with every curve of your pussy.
“Ah,” ecstasy courses through you with each fervent bounce on his throbbing length, a harmonious rhythm of pleasure escaping your lips in breathless gasps.
“You’re so tight,” his ragged breaths synchronize with the rhythmic clench of your walls, his hands anchoring to your hips, adding an electrifying intensity to each blissful plunge into your velvet warmth.
Between gasps, you manage to growl, “Fuck. I hate you,” only to be met with his deep, throaty chuckle as he continues the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, each one a tumultuous clash of conflicting desires.
Amidst heavy breaths, he accuses, “I know you're lying,” his words punctuated by the rhythmic tempo of his panting. Undeterred, he leans in for a searing kiss, his lips caressing yours with a softness akin to pillows. Your defenses crumble as you melt into his touch, tongues colliding in a fervent dance that defies the lingering tension.
“Why is it that you feel so damn good?” you gasp, interrupting the kiss only to plunge back into its intoxicating depths. Each moment spent in his embrace feels like a surrender to a passionate whirlwind. His every thrust reverberates through you, sending electrifying shivers down your spine, an exquisite dance of pleasure and desire that you find impossible to resist.
“Perhaps I should prolong your climax, just as you did to me?” you purr with a mischievous smirk playing on your lips, resurrecting the playful brat within you.
He chuckles, his hands leaving the curve of your hips to gracefully undo his tie at his neck. Your gaze fixates on him, observing each deliberate move as he frees himself from the constriction of the tie, all while you continue to ride him with an unabashed hunger.
“You really are a fucking brat,” he mutters, the corners of his lips quirking into a sly smile as he pulls off his tie. “Now, shut up,” he commands, silencing any potential retorts by expertly stuffing the tie into your open, protesting mouth.
You yield to the makeshift gag, sinking your teeth into the fabric, muffling the symphony of your own desperate moans.
A smirk plays on his lips as his hands reclaim your hips, commanding, “Now take it like the fucking brat that you are.”
His movements become a relentless rhythm, thrusting deep inside you. All you can do is cling to his shoulders, swept away by the force of his desire.
Ecstasy courses through you, and you can't help but moan into the fabric of his tie. It feels too damn good to contain.
His voice drips with satisfaction as he senses your walls tightening around him, and a smug grin plays on his lips. “You like that, huh?”
A guttural moan escapes your lips in response, the crescendo of pleasure building, and you sense the impending climax drawing near.
“Fuck yourself on my dick,” his command hangs in the air, thick with desire, as his hands abandon your hips, embarking on a journey down your back. With a swift motion, he unzips your dress, letting it cascade down your shoulders.
Your naked breasts dances to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, an erotic ballet of passion and desire.
“Fuck. You’re not wearing a bra, just like I thought,” his eyes widen in delighted surprise, a devilish grin playing on his lips. His hands eagerly exploring the contours of your exposed tits.
His words hang in the air, sending a shiver down your spine. “Your tits are beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns around your stiffened nipples. Your body reacts instinctively, a primal moan escaping through the tie as desire courses through you.
Every grind and movement becomes a challenge as he expertly tweaks and pulls at your nipples, sending waves of pleasure and distraction through your body. You fight to maintain a rhythm, desperately trying to pleasure yourself on his dick amidst the electrifying sensations dancing across your chest.
As your walls clench around him, a whirlwind of sensations floods your body, signaling that the peak of pleasure is just a breath away. Every nerve is on edge, and the anticipation of an imminent climax tingles through you, a storm about to erupt.
As he skillfully massages your tits, he breathlessly teases, “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” his words send shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure that's building within you.
With a fervent nod, you surrender to the sensations, your muffled moans echoing through the tie as pleasure courses through every inch of your being.
As he plunges into you, he urges you with a guttural command, “Cream my cock, brat.” The raw desire in his voice fuels the intensity of your connection, igniting a blaze of passion.
Overwhelmed by desire, his dick finding every exquisite spot within you, you unleash a guttural moan, your pleasure echoing into the fabric of the tie as you climax on his pulsating cock.
Jimin's fingers twist around your hardened nipples, sending electric shocks of ecstasy through your body. A guttural exclamation escapes your lips, muffled by the tie, as pleasure courses through every fiber of your being.
He pounds into you relentlessly, the rhythm building towards an intense climax. His hands firmly grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he desperately seeks his own release.
He reaches the peak of ecstasy, his body shuddering with the force of his release as he spills into the warmth of your pussy.
Heaving for breath, the silence between you two speaks volumes, a shared understanding lingering in the air as you descend from the euphoric heights of your climaxes.
Collapsing onto his chest, you revel in the soothing aftermath, liberated from the restraint of his tie. As his body relaxes within you, the intimacy lingers, a tangible connection forged in the heat of passion.
His lips graze your neck with a gentle touch, igniting a cascade of thoughts about the significance behind this tender gesture.
As laughter fills the air, shattering the lingering tension, your attention shifts to the foggy windows and the oppressive heaviness in the car, making each breath a deliberate act.
As you hastily redress, Jimin slips into his jacket and steps out of the car, retrieving your coat from the trunk. With a gentle handoff, he passes it to you, and you quickly slip into its comforting warmth.
“Thank you,” your gratitude escapes in a hushed whisper, laden with a touch of bewilderment. The encounter, while undeniably electrifying, leaves you grappling with conflicting emotions. It's Park Jimin, your sworn adversary, and the intensity of the shared moment hangs between you, a paradox of pleasure and rivalry.
“You’re welcome,” his response carries a self-assured smirk, echoing the lingering traces of the shared intimacy. As he confidently returns to the driver's seat, you mirror his actions, settling into the passenger's seat, both enveloped in a charged silence that speaks volumes.
The snowfall has eased, no longer as relentless as before. A subtle nostalgia creeps in as you reflect on his desire to keep you warm. The gentle flakes now fall, leaving you yearning for the lingering warmth of his touch.
As he revs the engine to life, a gust of chilly air sweeps through the car, causing you to emit an involuntary grunt. His chuckle fills the cabin, accompanied by a smirk and a teasing wink. “I can warm you up anytime,”
You shoot him a moping gaze, wondering if he has a knack for deciphering your thoughts. Can he sense the magnetic pull, the unspoken attraction that mirrors your own inner turmoil?
You return his smile, a silent agreement resonating between you as he steers the car forward, setting the wheels and unspoken possibilities in motion.
Three hours fashionably late, you finally arrive at Seokjin's Christmas party. The distant hum of music greets you as you step out of the car, signaling that the celebration is already in full swing.
As you rap your knuckles against the door, you steal a glance at Jimin who's busy adjusting his attire. His fingers deftly tighten the knot of his tie, and his pants get a quick, inconspicuous tug into place.
As Seokjin swings the door open, a tantalizing waft of mouthwatering aromas envelops your senses, instantly sparking a smile on your face.
Seokjin's laughter echoes as he playfully accuses, “You fucked Jimin!” and your jaw drops in disbelief to the floor.
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Surprise Visits ~ PJM
WORD COUNT: 2K
PAIRING: jimin x Fem!Reader
GENRE: fluffy, angst, fighting with a fluffy ending, cute soft jimin, idol reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023
⤜MASTERLIST
As soon as Jimin had seen it on his schedule that he was in the rehearsal studio before you, he knew that he had to come and see you earlier than he had planned to. It had been almost 8 days since the two of you had gotten to spend any time alone together and it would be a lie if he said he didn't miss you. It wasn't as though you were overly clingy with one another but you were young and very much in love the relationship wasn't even new to one another anymore, you'd been together for almost eight years and still going strong with every second.
Everyone who knew you thought the honeymoon phase would be over sooner and none of them would have imagined your honeymoon phase would stay like this but just lately Jimin noticed things were strained between you both. Jimin kept putting it down to the fact that it was the release of your solo debut taking off and you'd been so busy preparing for it that you'd barely had time for yourself anymore. This was part of the reason he’d shown up today, at least this way the two of you could have at least five minutes together before you’d have to go on the stage but judging by the state of the practice room, you weren’t even here yet.
There were interns running around and mumbling to one another, while some of your dancers were anxiously looking at the time and muttering your name to one another. There were fifteen minutes before you were due on the stage and it was beginning to stress out everyone inside of the room.
"Where's Yn?" Jimin asked one of the dancers as he walked into the room, the teen boy turned to look at Jimin before shrugging his shoulders, none of them had seen you that morning even though your rehearsal was supposed to have started hours ago and they worried you’d backed out of showing up altogether - though none of them was saying that thought out loud just yet.
"Noona hasn't shown up yet," He muttered before walking away from Jimin and going to make sure his costume was properly fitted before he had to get ready to be on stage. Jimin took the flowers he’d bought for you and put them on the table, it was your bouquet of all your favourite flowers with a small card attached. It wasn’t the only thing Jimin had bought with him today though, after you’d finished your show there was going to be a catering service to serve you and all your dancers.
"What?" Worry flooded Jimin as he frowned looking at his phone for any sign that you'd text him but there was nothing there, not even a good morning text now that he came to think about it. It wasn't like you not to text him in the morning and it was a little worrying now that he thought about it. Your routine was like clockwork by now, 5 am you would wake up, go to your gym and shower then following that you’d usually text or call Jimin to wish him a good morning - depending on whether or not he was awake that morning or not but either way there would ALWAYS be some kind of text or call to let him know you were awake. Had you managed to sleep in on one of the most important days of your career? It seemed impossible to Jimin, especially since you had about 6 alarms as well as an alarm that shook your entire bed so that you would wake up in the mornings.
"She's never normally late to practice." Someone grumbled from beside Jimin which did nothing to ease the uneasiness that was growing in the pit of his stomach. Searching through his contact information he clicked your name and lifted his phone to your ear but frowned as it went straight to your voicemail message,
“It’s Yn, I can't get to the phone right now but leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!” Your voicemail was the same as it always was and he sighed a little, quickly leaving a small message for you to call him back as soon as possible and he did his best not to sound worried about you.
Once he was off the phone he shot you a text as well,
Jimin: 9:45 am: Hey, you doing okay? It’s okay to be nervous and if you need me, I’m right here. Xx
If there was even a chance that you wanted to run away from all of this then Jimin would be right there by your side, ready to take you wherever you needed to go. Even though he knew that debuting was your dream he also wanted to be there for you if you didn’t think you could go through with it, anything you needed Jimin was your man.
As the minutes ticked by there was only a minute until you were due on the stage and no messages had been answered, nor had you turned your phone back on since every call Jimin was trying to make to you was going right to your answering machine. Things were starting to look a little bleak and people inside of the room were starting to get more and more worried.
“I’m so sorry!” You screamed as you walked into the room, your head thrown back in laughter as you walked into the room. Your eyes landed on all of your dancers as you realised just how worried they all seemed to be.
“We got stuck in traffic, there was an incident coming down the road.” You explained, your cheeks aching from how hard you’d been laughing for the last fifteen minutes. You’d been on your way to work that morning when a group of workmen dropped a large glass window in the road leaving glass in every which direction and you were stuck. There was no way your car was going to get through in time so you’d been forced to walk on the streets, luckily though you’d met up with Dae-Hyun - your dance partner for your song today. He would ride his bike to work but as soon as he saw you the two of you had started a nice walk together, and soon it had turned into a laughing fit as you talked about things.
“You’ve got to go and get ready,” Your manager - Jinso - said not looking very impressed with just how late you’d shown up,
“I’m going, I promise. I’m so sorry.” She held her hand up to you, she didn’t want to hear apologises, all she wanted was for you ready and on that stage within the next two minutes. You smiled, quickly kissing her cheek before sprinting back of the room not even noticing your boyfriend who had been waiting for you to look at him - flowers in hand. Dae-Hyun was smirking to himself as he took his outfit from one of the managers inside the room, Jimin had always had a disliking toward him which had only grown since he became your dancer. The two of you were closer than close and Jimin had always tried to look at it as if the roles were reversed, you’d never gotten overly jealous or possessive when Jimin had a female partner and he was doing his utmost best to keep himself from going insane thinking about the two of you together.
But it didn’t feel good when he’d been texting and calling you all morning to find out where you were and you came strolling in with Dae-hyun, his arm around your waist as you both laughed among one another barely even noticing Jimin inside of the room.
“Let’s go, everyone!” Your manager screamed out, clapping her hands together as Jimin stared at Dae-Hyun, the two men making eye contact as Dae-Hyun turned his back on him going to rush and get ready for the stage. Jimin stared down at the flowers in his hands, suddenly feeling stupid for even coming here when you were too busy to care about anything else this morning and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt.
Once your performance was over and you’d given the last on-stage interview you headed back to your practice room covered in sweat and waiting to see Jimin. You’d known he was in the room after you and you were very much looking forward to celebrating with him but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a bouquet waiting for you.
To, my love,
Good luck with today! You’re going to knock it out of the park!
~Jimin
You bit down on your lip as you flipped the card over to see directions to the parking lot of the building you were in, without changing out of your stage outfit or showering you followed them hoping to find Jimin waiting for you there but once you were there. There was no sign of him, all of your dancers and even your manager were enjoying the food and coffee trucks he’d supplied for you, your photos plastered all over the banners.
“Noona, did you see? Jimin-Hyung did all of this for you,” JP- one of the younger dancers you had said to you, your heart sinking as you smiled weakly.
“Is he here?” You looked at the teenager who looked around before shaking his head,
“Haven’t seen him since before you went on stage. He came by to surprise you I think.” Your heart broke a little as you thought about Jimin waiting for you all morning while you’d strolled in late and not even noticed him standing there. God, he must hate you right now. Especially since you’d walked in with Dae-hyun of all people holding you around the waist. You knew Dae-hyun made Jimin feel uneasy and you hated that he’d had to bare witness to the two of you acting so friendly with one another even if there was never anything between the two of you.
“Enjoy the food, I’m going to go and find Jimin,” You told JP before walking back into the building to go and grab your things, calling a cab as quickly as you could to take you back to your place.
As soon as you were home you saw Jimin sitting in the living room waiting for you, some small banners were hung up inside of the space and you smiled a little at the sight, your heart warming a little as you thought of all the effort he went through for you.
“You didn’t have to do all of this,” You pointed at the signs and then to the small card and flowers that you were carrying in your hand, Jimin shrugged his shoulders. His mood had started to deteriorate ever since he’d seen you with Dae-hyun and he knew there was no reason to take it out on you but he couldn’t help it when it hurt as much as it did.
“No big deal,” He grumbled before you walked over to him, sitting beside him and cuddling into his side. Your head resting on his shoulder as you took his hand into yours,
“I’m sorry I was late. I turned my phone on and I got all of your messages,” You looked at him as he looked at you, a weak smile forming on his lips as he did his best to get out of his mood.
“I watched the performance, I only left when you started your interviews,” He promised, kissing your cheek softly as he began to tell you what an amazing job you’d done on your debut stage. You’d been so nervous about the whole thing but after running late that morning you were too rushed around to even think about being nervous which was nice for a while.
“Did you get any food?” He questioned as he took your hand in his and drew small invisible patterns into your skin,
“No, wanna order our favourites?” You smirked already reaching for the menus that you kept under the coffee table for the two of you to browse through,
“I’d love to.” He chuckled taking his favourite from you and reading through even though he already knew what he was going to get.
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Can you write a fluffy jimin oneshot where he gets jealous of your new puppy bc u were drowning the puppy in attention leaving jimin behind.
Clingy, fluffy, whiney Jimin is my weakness 😩
Puppy Love
Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff, crack
Summary: You didn’t think your 27 year old boyfriend would act this way after you’ve gotten a puppy.
A/N: HI BABE idk if you are alive 😭 but here is this long, overdue writing for you <3 forgive me pls I stopped writing for months and then here I am, back ?? Hopefully this goes well. Enjoy!
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When Tae and his dog, Yeontan, came over to visit the new apartment that Jimin and you have just finished moving into, you couldn’t help the aggressive cuteness growing in your heart. You decided that maybe getting a new puppy would be good for Jimin and you, and your little apartment.
“Really? That’ll be great! We could have pet play dates!” Tae exclaimed over the phone after you have just told him about your idea.
“I know right! And it’ll be a great surprise too!” You reply, already imagining Jimin’s reaction.
“Alright, I have to go now, but let me know how it goes!” Tae said his goodbye as you agreed.
You jumped off your shared bed excitedly, in a hurry to put on your shoes and get the newest family member today. Jimin was still at work, so you had all day to get a puppy until he came home.
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“And this is Levi. We found him on the side of a road on a rainy day, so we took him in,” The worker said, showing you the light brown puppy.
“Oh my gosh, he is so cute!” You grinned from ear to ear, playing with the puppy a little bit.
“He seems to really like you; he’s never this energetic when people come to see him,” She commented, admiring how the puppy instantly started to play with you.
“Really? Wow, maybe he’s the one,” You gasped, picking up the puppy and holding him to your chest.
“Well, if that’s so, then Levi finally has a home to go to!”
You nodded, looking back at the puppy in your arms.
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“And this is your new home, buddy! Do you like it?” You giggled as you opened Levi’s cage, letting him explore his new home as he barked happily.
“Daddy’s not home yet, but in the meantime, why don’t we set up your stuff and toys?” You kind of splurged on Levi’s needs, but you couldn’t help it! You loved the puppy too much.
After a long evening of putting up Levi’s stuff, it was already 10pm, meaning that Jimin will be home any minute now.
You picked up the small puppy in your arms, walking to the front door just as Jimin came in.
“Hey ba- is that a puppy?” Jimin gaped, looking at the tiny little creature in your arms.
“Surprise! This is Levi, the newest addition to this family,” You exclaimed, showing him Levi.
“Oh my gosh, baby, he’s so cute. You got us a puppy?” He laughed, taking the puppy from you.
“Yep! I figured since we moved into a new apartment together, why not get a pet too?”
“You are so cute, pretty girl. This is great; I love you,” Jimin smiled before giving you a peck on the lips.
“I love you too, minnie,” You reply before giving a kiss to Levi as well.
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“Baaabe, when are you coming to bed?” Jimin whined from your shared bed.
“Soon! I’m almost done teaching Levi this trick,”
“You two have been going at it for almost three hours now! Don’t you miss me?” He frowned.
“I always miss you, you big baby. Just give me five more minutes and then I’ll come to bed,” You teased.
After 15 minutes, you still weren’t in bed and Jimin had become even whinier.
“Levi’s taking up all of your attention and I don’t like it,” Jimin pouted as he stood in front of you, frowning while giving you the saddest eyes.
“Jimin, he’s a puppy, of course he’s going to need all of my attention. You should be giving him attention too, you are the dad!”
“I already gave him a lot of attention earlier! It’s time to go to bed!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll be with you in a minute,” You promised, taking the furball into your arms and walking over to his bed.
“Time to go to bed, buddy. Mommy will play with you tomorrow morning, okay?” You whispered to Levi before putting him down. He circled his bed a few times before finally going to sleep.
You admired your puppy before turning and walking back to the bed, where your cute boyfriend laid in, all snuggled up with a pouty face, waiting for you.
“My clingy baby, have I been neglecting you?” You giggled, sliding into the warm bed next to Jimin.
“Yes. Now you have to give me extra cuddles,” He murmured.
You hummed.
“-and kisses, and hugs, and attention,”
You laughed at his neediness, “Okay, minnie. Anything else?”
“Hmm. No, just want you to love me now,”
“That I will definitely do,” You assured him, running your hand through his fluffy mop of hair.
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POV: That one time Jimin almost killed Jungkook.
While you and Jimin were checking up on each other via facetime, Jungkook had other plans.
“Jugeullae” - 죽을래 means “do you want to die?” (It is usually used between friends like when someone plays a prank on you)
Jimin had been busy with all the promotions for the upcoming release of their new album. It was that time yet again. The band’s schedule was packed and they barely even had time to rest in between the late night shootings, recordings and dance practice.
Jimin could only thank the universe that he had been blessed with a girlfriend like you who was beyond understanding of all the chaos that came along with having him as your boyfriend.
You were never the clingy type and you’ve always let him do what he had to do as Jimin- member of BTS.
You have come to accept early on that at the end of the day, beyond all the glitz and the glamour, and no matter how busy he would be, he’ll always be Jimin- your doting boyfriend.
It was almost past midnight on a Friday. You were enjoying your nightly Netflix binge, when the face of your handsome boyfriend flashed on your phone screen signaling he wanted to facetime.
You were too excited to finally have the time to see him after days of not being with him, you answer the call without even bothering to pause the now soon to be forgotten episode of “Friends”.
Jimin: “Hi Baby.. i miss youuu—”
You didn’t even have the chance to say a proper “hello” when the phone was suddenly snatched from your boyfriend and all you were able to hear were the loud hollers from whoever was running away with his phone.
You could only standby and watch as the screen went dark and you hear a scuffle. And more teasing erupted from the background. Apparently, the boys were all together. Probably sharing a drink or two at the dorms.
**yaaah!!! Jugeullae!!?? Give it back!!! Yah!!!** ,
You hear Jimin’s slightly muffled shouts in the background. Probably running after the culprit.
**hahaha!! Come and get it!! Babieee~~(kissing sounds)**
You: “Babe? Hello??.. what’s happening? Guys??”
**hey! Is that y/n?!**
**y/niieee!!! I miss you!! Y/nnnn-yah~~**
**hahaha Y/niiee, tell your boyfriend to not kill our Jungkookie.”
**Yah! Yah!! Hajimaaaa!!! Hajimaaa!!! Aisssshhh!!!**
**hey, both of you, STOB IT!”
**Jeon Jungkook!!! You little shit!! I’m going to strangle you!!**
You: “Baby!? What’s going on?… Chim??”
A bit of silence and muffled voices, then Jungkook appears on the screen.
Jungkook: “Yah, noona! Why are you not here, hmm? You should be drinking with us you know. I miss you already!”
You: “Kookie!! Of course, I miss you too!”
Jungkook: “hahaha, JIMIN hyung!!! Do you hear that? Your girl misses ME. Not you!”
You: “hey!! I didn’t say that!!”
Jungkook: “He’s coming, he’s coming!! Hahaha! Jimin hyung is going crazy without you here, noona!”
**yah!! Give it now. While i’m still being nice. Give it back now!**
You hear Jimin panting in the background, annoyance laced thickly in his warning. Jungkook is really asking for some good old beating.
But then he switches the camera to coo at Jimin’s face.
Jungkook: “Noona, Just look at him..”
You: “Aww baby, how are you this cute??! Kookie, can you let me say hi to my boyfriend now!!? I miss my mochi.”
Hearing your doting words had Jimin melt into a puddle of slush. And Jungkook got away with a handful of smacks at the back of his head.
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You Make Me Glow
Word Count: 439
Pairing: Jimin X reader
Summary: In which they never though Army could be right
They had never been in a room together somehow, someway fates would have it that they never actually crossed paths, even at award shows one of them was always absent. It was a fact that almost all Army’s and her own fandom had noticed, it became a running joke that the two were soulmates that would just never meet, a lot of fans making ship edits which had caught their attention many times. And when the confirmation came that they’d both be attending the same event they couldn’t stop teasing their fans about their inevitable disappointment.
Honestly this award show had everyone on the edge of their seats, because while he was performing she was in the dressing room, so the anticipation just kept building and building as different artists performed and different awards were given, somehow always missing being in the same room, if she entered the area he was in the bathroom for some reason or being spoken to elsewhere, if he was in the room she was pulled out for some reason or rushing away to fix an issue. Fans were desperate for them to be in the room together, and even if they weren’t soulmates just an interaction could break the internet at this point.
So as the crowd roars and her figure emerges from the side stage, all attention is set on her, or more specifically how her body begins emitting a low glow that grows brighter the closer she moves towards the audience, the cameras pan to capture the moment and who else is glowing, and to nobody's surprise the camera caught sight of Jimin, taking the jackets from his members in a panic trying to cover the glow, the cameras pan back to the stage seeing shock overtake the singing artist's face as she looks towards Jimin, who was looking up in awe, army had predicted this, god they were insane.
Sadly they didn’t have the time to meet during the event, having way too much space between the two, even as the glowing began to get annoying especially for those around them.
As the night came to an end, nobody even attempted to move, allowing Jimin to bolt through the crowd easily, plopping himself down on his soulmate's lap with a dopey grin as the thrumming of the bond took a hold of him.
“How you doing?” He asked with a giggle, nudging her face with his nose as she got flustered.
“So I guess we don’t get to tease the fandoms.” She sighed with a pout, making him smirk mischievously.
“Oh we can definitely find something to tease them about.”
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Roommates
(friends with benefits)
Breathing heavily, you wiped your brows from the sweat that was dripping of of it as you just finished moving into your new apartment.
Yes, you were moving in with your brother and his best friend Yoongi. Seeing as your former roommate traveled a lot for her job, your brother and his friend Yoongi insisted that you moved in to make it safe.
Y/n: All done. You said to yourself as you finally finished moving into the room.
Yoongi: Here's your last box. He said placing it on the floor.
Y/n: Thanks. You replied, as you opened the box.
Yoongi: What the hell. Those are a lot of plushies.
Y/n: Yeah...and.
Y/b/n: Really sis, you kept them?
Y/n: Yes. You bought me a plushies since I turned 16. Seeing as I'm 26 now, I only have 10.
Y/b/n: Fine. Whatever. Listen I have to leave soon for a business trip to England, will you be okay?
Y/n: Of course. I can manage here, besides I can make dinner for Yoongi and I every night after work. Seeing as he'll work late this entire week at the studio.
Yoongi: And you know this how?
Y/n: Oh...sorry. I saw your schedule on the fridge, when I put some banana milk in there.
Y/b/n: Okay. Listen, I need to go. Take care of each other. Love you sis. He said placing a quick kiss on your forehead.
As your brother's taxi left, you turned to Yoongi bit your lip and walked over to your room. A few seconds later Yoongi was in your room, watching you place books in your bookshelf when he came to you. Arms wrapping around your waist, you froze as his hot breath fanned your skin.
Yoongi: I missed you. I missed that night we had at the cabin. He whispered in your ear, breathing in your sent. I can't get that night out of my head...when we didn't say a word to any of our friends to where we were going.
Y/n: Yoongi-
Yoongi: That wild night...where we were tangled on the floor, in front of the fire place. Those blankets, sure we're thick for us to lay on. He whispered sexy, making you swallow. Seeing you here...i can't resist you. He spoke, as he kissed your ear.
Y/n: Y...Yoongi...stop. You said, as you turned and pushed him away.
Yoongi: What? Why not? He asked, as he took a few steps forward.
Y/n: Yoongi...i just...i think that night was a mistake.
Yoongi: A mistake? Really? After you begged me to be friends with benefits with you. After making those arrangements to go to the cabin, where we were alone...and had a long weekend to ourselves and having sex a few times your calling it a mistake.
Y/n: I-
Yoongi: 10
Y/n: What?
Yoongi: That's how many times we had sex at the cabin. That was 3 months ago. We agreed we'd only have sex when one of us are lonely, need to relief stress or just need a good time.
Y/n: But...Yoongi, we live together now that's why we need to stop.
Yoongi bit his lip, as he nodded his head. Still not listening, he shut the door behind him moving back towards you as he placed his hands on your cheeks kissing you softly.
After a few seconds you kissed Yoongi back, as you held onto his waist. The kiss was starting to heat up, and you pulled away to catch your breath.
Looking in Yoongi eyes, you smiled as toy pushed him back as he fell on the bed. Walking over you straddled his lap as you kissed him again.
Yoongi: Does this mean I won? He asked, as he smirked slightly.
Y/n: For now. You replied kissing him back.
Yoongi's hands moved from your legs to your waist, moving up as he removed your shirt. After a few seconds, you removed Yoongi shirt as he started to kiss your neck making you moan in the process. Yoongi lifted you up, with ease as he placed you onto the bed. Removing his pants he was left with his underwear, standing he took of your pants and hovered over you once again. Kissing your neck, you felt butterflies as he lowered himself and kissed your bare shoulders. Biting your lip to keep you from moaning, you pulled Yoongi up and kissed him hard.
Y/n: Yoongi...i don't want to beat around the bush. No teasing, no anything. If we're doing this, I want you now.
Nodding, Yoongi pulled a condom from his pants pocket and pulled off both your underwear and rolled on the condom.
Yoongi: Are you ready?
Y/n: Yes.
As Yoongi, pushed himself inside of you, you held on for dear life onto his shoulders. Yoongi gave you a few moments to agust before he slowly started to move inside and out. Keeping the slow pace, Yoongi pushed his head into the gape of your neck and started to suck on the skin.
You, held onto his strong shoulders and you started to kiss it. Licking and sucking on the right side. As Yoongi's pace picked up, you started moaning which caused you to clasp your mouth shut.
Stopping, Yoongi glanced down at you as he pulled your hand away.
Yoongi: Why are you keeping those sexy sounds away from me.
Y/n: I...i don't want the neighbors to hear us.
Yoongi: They won't. This whole apartment is soundproof. Due to me practicing my music so often, we made it soundproof. So, you can scream all you want, all for me.
Nodding you kissed Yoongi hard as, your tongue asked for entrance. Giving it to you fast, Yoongi and you both fought for dominance as he started thrusting into you faster and harder.
Y/n: Y...Yoongi...ahh...yes...right...there. You gasped as he took your breath away.
Yoongi: Yes...anything...f...for...y...ahh.
A few more hard thrusts and you felt your high coming, you kissed Yoongi's ear as you sucked on his earlobe.
Yoongi: Y/n...ahh...that feels...nice. Mmm, ahh.
Y/n: Y...mmm...ahh. Taking control you flipped you both over, as you straddled him. I've always wanted to try this. I...is that okay?
Yoongi: I'm down for anything that gives you pleasure. He replied, holding onto your hips.
Smiling you started moving causing friction for you both. Looking up, Yoongi's eyes focused on the facial expressions you made while bouncing up and down on him. He moved his hands up your arms and flipped you both again.
Yoongi: If anyone is finishing this game it'll be me. He smirked as his thrusts started to become faster, and even more harder than before. I'll make this...mmm...evening...l...last as...agh...long as I...aghh...can.
Yoongi connected your hands on either side of your head, intertwining your fingers as he kept on going.
Y/n: Aghh...y...yes...mmm...aahhh...y...yoongi...i-
Both: AGHHHH! You Noth moaned loudly as Yoongi fell forward.
Breathing heavily, he catches his breath as he pulled out of you taking off the condom and tossing it into the bin. Sitting up, he looked down at your sweaty body. Chest rising and falling, as you looked back at him.
Yoongi: May I lay down with you?
Y/n: S...sure. You replied moving aside so he could lay next to you.
Pulling you closer to him, he kissed your forehead, as he pushed some hair from your face.
Yoongi: Are you hungry?
Y/n: No. Are you?
Yoongi: No. So...what now?
Sitting up, you looked down at him as you took the blanket and covered your body.
Yoongi: What's wrong?
Y/n: I...we need to talk about this. Whatever it may be.
Yoongi: Okay. He replied as he covered himself too. We agreed it to be friends with benefits.
Y/n: I know. What I meant was...how are we going to do this? I mean we're living together, and having my brother around won't be easy to sneak around.
Yoongi: True. Mm...i guess we could always plan ahead.
Y/n: Plan ahead? What do you mean?
Yoongi: We could always change our names on each other's phones. Then we could always text each other, to meet up. We could even meet at the dorm at times.
Y/n: The dorm? Seriously. You expect me to have sex with you, with the guys around?
Yoongi: Yes, why not. I was told to stay with them for a while. And I don't share a room with anyone, so it'll be fine.
Y/n: I don't know. W...what if they hear us?
Yoongi: I guess we could meet at a hotel, or motel.
Y/n: But...that be a waist of money. Um, I guess the dorm would be okay. Even here, just as long as my brother isn't around.
Yoongi: So, we're doing this then?
Y/n: Yes. I'd be lying if I saidthat I wouldn't want to be friends with benefits...i...i really like being with you.
Yoongi: You do. He said coming closer, as he kissed you shoulder moving his way up your jawline and to your ear whispering. I like doing it with you.
Next thing you new, Yoongi was hovering above you again, kissing your chest. Moving his lips to your lips, making sure the kiss was passionate Yoongi took your hand in his, as he moved it to his erection. Guiding your hand up and down on himself. Kissing your neck, you took control and pushed Yoongi down making him lay down on the bed as you hovered over him while still giving him a hand julob.
Yoongi: AGH...yes...t...that feels good. He said, his breath hitching as he started twitching in your hand.
Before he could cum on your hand, you took your hand away from him giggling as he frowned up at you.
Yoongi: No. Don't stop.
Y/n: Well...you could either cum on my hand, or you could cum inside me. You said as you reached over him opening your draw and took out a condom showing it to him.
Yoongi: Mm...definitely the second one.
Nodding you tore open the pack and took the condom rolling it onto Yoongi slowly. As soon as it was on you were on top of Yoongi, riding him fast, Yoongi held your waist as he moaned at the way it felt. The friction, the energy you had, how beautiful you looked as you were bouncing on him.
Yoongi: AHHH...y/n, wow...this is amazing...mmm.
Y/n: Your amazing...ahhh...ahhh-
You groaned loud as you fell forward, onto Yoongi's chest. After catching your breath, you got off Yoongi rolling off the condom and throwing it into the trash.
Y/n: Now...one more thing.
Yoongi: Yes.
Y/n: If we are doing this, I want you to sleep here with me tonight.
Yoongi: Deal.
Smiling, you sat on his lap, pulling him up, you kissed him, as you licked his lips asking for entrance.
Yoongi denied you entry trying to play his little game, but that didn't phase you as you kept kissing him until your hand started rubbing him, which caused him to gasp giving you asses to slip your tongue in. Running your right hand in his hair, while your left hand held onto his neck.
Pulling away, you looked at Yoongi breathing heavily as you smiled and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.
Yoongi: You tired?
Y/n: After two hard and amazing rounds, yes. And a little hungry. How about we order in and watch Netflix?
Yoongi: Sounds great. How about you wear my shirt, I think it'll be cute. He said, as he pulled you closer, as he kissed your chest.
Y/n: Since you asked so nicely.
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Hello, yes, I'm here to stake my claim on #14 please~~ with Jiminie, in a college au, sorta strangers to future lovers, loosely based on Enchanted by my queen T-Swift 🥰🥰
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014. Please don’t be in love with someone else + park jimin
— Park Jimin can't possibly be real.
word count: 1,230
contents: fLUFF sO FLUFFY, ROMANCE, wallflower YN with It boy jimin, paired in a project trope, everyone has a crush on jimin (and that’s a FACT 👏), kind of a song fic uwu (alexa play Enchanted by Taylor Swift), miss yn shooting her shot rawr, College AU, Strangers (kinda) to Lovers
pairing: park jimin x reader
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Let it be known that, while you were not one to simp, you understand the craze over the campus it boy, Park Jimin—the awestruck stares that follow him as he walks by, the giggling gossip that always manages to reach even you, or the line of people that try to get close to him. You suppose a big part of it is his pretty face with a soft, gentle image that he knows well how to contrast with an occasional sultry, jaw-dropping look.
All you've ever done, however, is look respectfully and appreciatively from far away. You were far too swamped attempting to balance your college workload, your job, and your meager social life to ever dare give a go at the competitive waters that surround Park Jimin himself—let alone speak directly to him.
That is, of course, until you got paired with him for a project, yourself.
Before then, the two of you had belonged to different crowds, and yet, in spite of the daggered stares of his little fanclub following you around, you've been spending a few weeks completing a paper with the beloved Park Jimin.
Current verdict? Park Jimin can't possibly be real.
Even the fluorescent lights, which usually make things dull in the classroom, softly grazes his blond locks, forming some sort of halo around him that you couldn’t really complain about. In your blessed eyes, Jimin very much looked like a cherub and he’s very much an angel, too! Oh to have a classmate as reliable and kind as Jimin for every project! You’d willingly stay and repent in this hellhole.
Okay, okay. Maybe your crush on him got a whole lot worse.
A blinding, sweet smile comes your way as the students file out of the lecture hall by the time the period ends. "You did great, (Y/N)!" Jimin beams as he jogs over from his row to yours, where you were occupied with gathering your things. "We handled that presentation well, didn't we?"
Ah, there it was—the bittersweet end to this whole fiasco. Just minutes ago, the two of you stood before the class and reported your findings for the paper, though you could tell most of the class only ever really paid attention to Jimin’s half instead of yours.
Still, your heart races to have him approaching you, but you miraculously manage a smile back—or did it come out a grimace? "You did great, too," you tell him, truthful in every sense of the word as you nearly sing praises of his behavior while the two of you exit the classroom. "I've truly been blessed to have you as my partner for this."
At your words, the It boy’s eyes disappear into crescents from his smile, one soon obscured by his hand and oh God, is Park Jimin blushing right now?
Frankly, it surprises you that, in spite of Jimin’s near superstar popularity in the campus, he’s still susceptible to praises and compliments from certain people. Heck, he's a prince charming himself!
By the time you two make it to the grounds, Jimin gives you a gentle nudge to the side. "Do you need a lift?" he asks, knowing well from the past weeks that both of your schedules end at this time. He’s given you plenty of rides before, but while yes, you’d love a ride home, for the sake of your sanity;
"You don't have to," you bashfully decline, adjusting the strap of your bag as you nod towards the bus stop. "I'll manage."
Ever the gentleman, Jimin doesn’t let you go home alone if he can help it. "Nonsense," he insists, linking his arms as he invites you over to the parking lot where his car awaits. "C'mon."
You sigh, though not so begrudgingly, as you follow suit.
Curse your weakness for pretty boys.
As usual, there’s a comfortable silence that settles between you and Jimin, the air filled only with the songs that play through the radio. The next song that spins is a familiar one, and you stiffen upon hearing the lyrics. It embodies your situation a little bit too well for you to fully function in the midst of this car ride. God damn it, Taylor Swift! Not now!
Would he even want to go on a date with someone like me anyways?
"Here we are," Jimin softly smiles, definitely not making things easier for you.
Right, time to get off. "Thanks again for driving me home," you gratefully tell him, shoving your mushy feelings back as you unbuckle your seatbelt.
“Oh, wait!”
Shocked and bewildered by his sudden exclamation, you watched as Jimin quickly got out of his own seat just to go around the car and open the door to yours. “My lady,” he playfully bows as he holds out a hand for you to take. Your eyes look owlish as you stare between him and his hand, and yet you found the gall in you to take it, butterflies coming to life in an instant upon feeling his skin on yours. Whattheheckisthis?!
Okay, okay. Maybe you have more than just a crush on this guy.
The last thing on your mind right now is going home, because maybe, just maybe, you might have a chance here. “Jimin?” you timidly call his name, wondering if he could feel your palms sweating.
He squeezes your hand—squeezes it!—and tilts his head. "Yeah?"
Fuck it.
You take your hand out of his hold to gather some of your bearings. "I know we're not going to be hanging out more now that we're done with the paper but," you swallow thickly, hoping to catch your breath. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the movies with me this weekend?"
"Ooh, like a date?" Jimin teasingly wiggles his eyebrows at you, arms coming to rest at his hips.
The visible blush that spreads like wildfire across your cheeks shocks Jimin into a stop, much so when you begin hesitating between a nod and shake of your head. He, too, becomes flustered—the two of you becoming tomatoes in the middle of the sidewalk.
Jimin takes a deep breath to calm himself down, as he runs a hand through his blond locks. "Actually…"
Oh no. While part of you prepares for the rejection, the song from before also comes into fruition as you, too, find yourself becoming just as wishful, because in spite of Park Jimin having a lot of other options than a wallflower like you, the chances are never quite zero, right?
Please don't be in love with someone else.
Please don't be in love with someone else.
Please don't be in lo—
The shy glance he steals and the uncontrollable smile on his lips melt you first before his words could, shining so blindingly your mind goes blank. "I've been meaning to ask you that myself," Jimin says, to your utter shock, before putting on a playful pout on his plump lips. "And for the record, I didn't plan on stopping my interactions with you, you know."
"Really?" you dumbfoundedly ask the It boy, who only gives you a bashful nod. You suppose you'll have to get more answers on the weekend. "It's a date, then?"
There’s an angel that smiles back at you, eyes twinkling and almost as giggly as the girls that fawn over him. "It's a date."
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head pains | park jimin
synopsis : jimin has a bad day. luckily, you have hot chocolate filled mugs and face masks.
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LITTLE TAECUP ♥︎ :
incoming
upset jimin coming ur way ):
YOU:
poor baby ):
he had a headache this morning
it didn't go away?
LITTLE TAECUP ♥︎ :
guess not
give him lots of love for us <<33
YOU:
ofc!!
that's what im here for <3
The sound of the front door opening brought your attention away from your phone and the stove. With a smile, you turned the oven off, gathering two mugs and pouring steaming milk into them. Jimin came into view, a frown on his face as he dimmed the living room lights and adjusted the tv's volume.
"Hi, my love." you greeted him quietly. He only nodded, frown deepening into a pout as he all but collapsed onto the couch. "Made some hot coco for us."
Handing Jimin his favorite mug, he blew on the drink softly before taking a sip. Letting out an appreciative hum, he leaned his head on your shoulder, being sure to not jostle his cup or yours. "Thank you."
"Bad day?" He only nodded his head at the question, letting out a noise of discomfort as you moved your arms. Taking his mug, you placed his drink and your own on the table in front of you. Gently, you pushed Jimin so that his head laid in your lap now. You began to rub his head soothingly. "Your headache didn't go away?"
Shaking his head, Jimin seemed to curl himself further into your tummy. The sight of him in pain made you upset, knowing how debilitating headaches could be. You asked another question softly, tangling your fingers into his hair. "Did you take any medicine?"
"Hasn't kicked in yet," he whispered. The room fell silent then as you continued to brush your fingers through his hair, rubbing it occasionally to ease his aches. Jimin sat up briefly to take a few sips of his hot chocolate before settling back down again.
When Jimin awoke, you were humming to yourself softly. Absentmindedly, your fingers were still doing their soothing ministrations, attempting to lull Jimin back to sleep. He stretched lightly but ultimately stayed put. "How long was I asleep?"
"Not even an hour," you informed. Jimin nodded and the difference in his mood was already noticeable. "Feel any better?"
"Loads." Sitting up, Jimin stretched fully this time before taking his hot chocolate and drinking it. It'd cooled down considerably and he thought about chugging it — he didn't actually do it, he only thought about it. Leaning over, he planted a sugar coated kiss to your cheek. "Thank you."
You leaned forward to grab your own mug and take a few sips. "For what? I didn't really do anything."
"You did enough." Jimin grinned before pressing multiple kisses to your cheeks. You grumbled and fussed but he could still see the smile you couldn't hide. Finally happy with the affection he'd given you, Jimin spotted a box on the table in front of you. "Oh, did your new face masks come?"
"Mhm," you cheered. He handed you the box and scissors, watching as you opened it and began to dig through the numerous sheet masks you ordered. "There are some clay based ones in here, too. Want to try one?"
Jimin scooted closer, hooking his chin on your shoulder to look through the masks. Grabbing a green tea one, he shook it playfully before whispering, "the chosen one."
Letting out a giggle, you gave the masks another shuffle before choosing the one you wanted to use. The two of you waddled your way to the bathroom, washing your faces quickly, eager to put the masks on.
Lightly taking the mask from your hands, Jimin ripped it open and applied it to your face. He smoothed it over your cheeks and pulled it down to your chin, leaving a kiss on your lips once he was done. You copied his actions, taking his own mask and brushing it over his face until it settled nicely.
Relaxing until your timer went off was easy with Jimin. He rubbed your head as you did his earlier, singing quietly to himself as he did so. Your mugs were in the sink and new drinks had found themselves in their place. Right before your timer rang, Jimin had convinced you to slow dance with him.
You twirled around the kitchen and then the living room and your bedroom until you ended up in the bathroom, ready for the sheet masks to be off. The both of you rubbed the leftover serum into your faces, applying a moisturizer soon after.
"Bed time for us, baby," Jimin cooed as he squeezed your cheeks. You puckered your lips to make a fish face, smile coming out disfigured as he pecked your lips. "Ready to sleep?"
Tucked in a warm, soft bed was nice. But, being wrapped in Jimin's arms was nicer and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. He took care of you and you took care of him in return.
Sometimes, it really was that simple.
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Interruptions - Jimin
A/N: So this is actually based on a dream I had! I just had to write it down, so I hope you all enjoy
You were at the BTS dorms, laying on the sofa with Jimin half on top of you, squashed against the back of the chair. While he used one arm to prop himself up, the other hand rested on your cheek as he kept ducking down to peck little kisses to your lips. Between kisses you engaged in idle conversation, discussing nothing in particular, and enjoying each other's company.
"Jimin?" came a call in Taehyung's voice, causing Jimin to poke his head up over the back of the sofa and look for his friend.
As his hand slid away from your face, you were quick to lace your fingers between his to keep the physical contact as he spoke to Tae.
At that moment, Jungkook walked in and let out a gasp.
"Jimin is a terrible boyfriend! I can't believe he'd ignore you like that!" he exclaimed as he saw you just playing with Jimin's hand, waiting for him to finish his conversation.
"He's not ignoring me. We weren't talking about anything important and his chingu called him, so he answered."
"And left you hanging!"
"Jungkook, it's fine."
"What's going on?" Jimin asked as Tae left, causing him to turn his attention back to you.
"I can't believe you would just leave your partner hanging that, hyung!" Jungkook scolded. "Poor thing is being ignored by their own boyfriend. Not cool."
Jimin looked a bit confused at the sudden accusations. You brought Jimin's hand, which was still held in yours up to press your lips to the back of it.
"I didn't mean to ignore-"
"I tell you who you can ignore," you said, cutting him off. "Jungkook."
"What?" asked a confused Jimin.
"I never thought you were ignoring me," you assured your now pouty boyfriend. "You were just responding to Tae, and not being rude and ignoring him."
"Your significant other should come first, hyung. If you really loved them-"
You dropped Jimin's hand to whip the pillow out from under your head and launch it at the younger boy.
"Stop teasing him, Kook," you complained.
Jungkook simply started laughing at your outburst, before turning and running away gleefully.
"Has anyone checked his birth certificate? I'm sure he's younger than he claims," you joked, but Jimin didn't smile. "What's up baby?" you added, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair as you laid back down beneath him.
"You didn't really think I was ignoring you, did you?"
"Of course, I didn't, Chim," you told him softly. "You always make me feel loved and cared for. I'd only be annoyed if we were having a proper conversation, but we weren't."
Jimin nodded.
"I guess, if you're not upset, that means we can pick up where we left off," he said, now grinning down at you.
He placed his hand back on your cheek lowering himself to be able to connect his lips with yours once more. You reached up to hold his wrist, gently stroking your thumb back and forth along the skin there.
"I love you," he mumbled against your lips.
"I know," you replied.
He stopped the kiss, abruptly pulling back and glaring at you.
"And I love you, too," you added.
Looking satisfied with your words, Jimin reconnected the kiss.
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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION (10) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧
💚 Banter | Superhero!Jungkook X Supervillain!Reader | OneShot | @littlemisskookie
💚 Send Me a Pic | Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @74jeon
💚 new beginnings | Ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97
💚 LOVE ON ICE | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat
💚 heajix | jungkook/reader | alien!au | OneShot | @httpjeon
💚 Our Time | Detective!Jk x Graphic Designer!OC | OneShot | @taestefully-in-luv
💚 please please PLEASE! | JK X Reader | Drabble | @aajjks
💚 domestic daydreams | influencer jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @euphoricfilter
💚 the right choice | college student! jk x college student! oc | OneShot | @honeytae
💚 Eye-Opener | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @taeshobipop
💚 paid in full | StepBrother!JK X Reader | Series | @trivia-yandere
💚 white lies | athlete!jungkook x reader | OneShot | @noteguk
💚 Secret Slut | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | TwoShot | @jeonsweetpea
💚 Marked Kisses | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @74jeon
💚 tis the damn season’ | jungkook x reader | @jqngkooz
💚 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW | kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | OneShot | @numinousher
💚 Home for the Holidays | idol!Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @writemywaytoyourheart
💚 closer | dongsaeng jungkook × noona reader | OneShot | @blublublujk
💚 Everything In You | Jungkook x f. Reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife
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💚 How to Get a Guy. | Jungkook x Reader | TwoShot | @taeshobipop
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💚 PROPOSALS | Jeongguk x reader | OneShot | @pjxmin
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💚 I Don't Share | Idol!Jeon Jungkook x Back up Dancer!fem reader | OneShot | @atinystraynstay
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💚 desperation | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @jungkwok
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Stuck at a Christmas party (m) | pjm
*Part of ’the winter collection’.
Summary: It’s Seokjin’s Christmas party and you’re trying your best to be social with your friends, but it’s really hard when you feel the burning stare of your nemesis, Park Jimin, lighting your skin on fire. It doesn’t help when you feel his hand between your legs under the dinner table.
Pairing: Jimin x female reader
AU + genres: enemies to lovers, pwp (very little plot – let me be honest, it’s just pure smut). Humor/crack, smut.
Rating: Mature/explicit/R18 - this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.
Word count: 5,1K
Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸
Warnings (explicit): exhibitionism, fingering, oral (male receiving), orgasm denial, cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex, choking (in a sexual context), degrading name calling (brat), hair pulling, dirty talk, multiple orgasms.
Taglist: @yopjm
Author’s note: the snowstorm couple are back!!! 🥳 For reference, please think of GDA 2019 Jimin with his sleek black suit when reading this 🥵
ℹ️ This is part of ‘The Winter Collection: Stories with the Snowstorm Couple’, it can still be read as a stand-alone though!
I am going on a hiatus, but I wanted to post this before I left…
As you stand there, befuddled and speechless, you can't fathom how Seokjin deduced the intimate encounter between you and Jimin, your mortal enemy. The questions swirl in your mind—how, what, and why—leaving you utterly mystified.
Rage simmers within you, and you clench your hands into tight fists, resembling an enraged child ready to lash out. However, before you can unleash your fury, Jimin beats you to the punch with a nonchalant explanation, “We got cold.”
Your jaw drops once more as Jimin strolls past you and Seokjin, casually hanging his coat on the rack and discarding his shoes. He carries himself as though what transpired between you is the most ordinary thing in the world.
Seokjin's laughter, that annoying windshield wiper sound, echoes in the air. It grates on your nerves, and the urge to smack him for it intensifies. However, he ushers you inside, and with a frustrated sigh, you release your petty thoughts, letting your shoulders slump in resignation.
“Not a word to the others!” you hiss, jabbing your finger forcefully in Seokjin's face. It's crucial to drive the point home; the last thing you need is for the rest of your friends to find out. The mere thought of enduring their endless teasing is unbearable.
Seokjin mimics zipping his mouth shut with exaggerated hand gestures, and you shoot him a stern glare for good measure, silently urging him to grasp the gravity of your seriousness.
Seokjin accompanies you into the living room, where Jimin lounges on a couch, wearing that infuriatingly smug expression. Despite the lingering resentment, he acknowledges you with a subtle nod, licking his lips teasingly. A shiver snakes down your spine at the suggestive gesture, and you can't shake the feeling that this evening is destined to be nothing short of torturous.
The music pulses through the air, creating a lively atmosphere that encourages conversation with friends. Despite the chatter and laughter around you, there's an undeniable sensation of being watched. Your attempts to catch up with girlfriends are accompanied by the persistent feeling of a gaze, like smoldering embers, leaving your skin tingling with heat.
It's Jimin, his captivating dark brown eyes following your every move, setting you ablaze amidst the festive chaos.
Despite your best efforts to steer clear of him throughout the evening, the inevitable moment arrives when dinner is served. The grand table is a vision of Christmas elegance, adorned with festive ornaments and pristine white plates boasting delicate gold rims. As you approach, the once plentiful seats have dwindled, leaving only two vacant spots side by side. The realization hits you like a silent shock – everyone is settled in their places, except for one person: Park Jimin.
A smirk dances on Jimin's lips as your eyes lock, and with a gentlemanly flourish, he pulls out the chair for you. The attention of your friends is inevitably drawn to the unfolding scene, their curious glances making you squirm. You take your seat, feeling the weight of Jimin's gaze as he elegantly settles his perfect plump ass in the chair beside you.
Amidst the lingering stares and unspoken questions, you divert your attention to the spread before you, purposefully loading your plate with an array of delectable dishes. The clinking of cutlery becomes a welcome distraction, and for a brief moment, you find solace from the constant scrutiny of Jimin's eyes that have tracked your every move since you arrived.
Engulfed in the lively chatter around the table, you savor each bite while selectively tuning in to the diverse conversations unfolding. The clinking of cutlery and the hum of laughter weave a symphony that, for a moment, allows you to lose yourself in the festive atmosphere.
Your senses tingle as a warm sensation caresses your thigh, an unmistakable touch that sends a jolt of awareness through your entire being.
A rush of longing surges through you, an electric pulse that ignites every nerve, and without needing to glance down, you're keenly aware of Jimin's hand, a potent source of warmth, intimately tracing the contour of your thigh. As he gives it a firm, possessive squeeze, you close your eyes, surrendering to the tantalizing dance of desire that envelops you.
A relentless wave of need courses through you, the mere touch of Jimin's hand on your thigh igniting a fiery pool of arousal in your core. It's almost absurd, the intensity of your response—his hand, just on your thigh, and yet it feels as if the entire universe has conspired to stoke the flames of desire within you.
His attention remains fixed on the conversation with Namjoon, his eyes avoiding yours, but the impact of his touch on your thigh is impossible to ignore. The simple act of eating becomes an insurmountable challenge as his hand, like a brand, leaves an indelible mark on your senses. The silk of your dress offers little resistance to the searing heat emanating from his touch, rendering the task of composing yourself an elusive feat.
You grit your teeth, attempting to conceal your mounting frustration, and in a clandestine exchange of glances with Seokjin seated across from you, you're convinced he sees right through the charade. Damn it all.
Jimin's hands persist in their exploration, journeying beneath your dress and ascending higher on your thigh. A stifled gasp escapes your lips, your attempt to conceal the pleasure coursing through you as his fingers delicately trace the contours of your panties.
Your mind races as he inches perilously close to your core, your pussy pulsating with anticipation. Damn, the intensity of the sensation is overwhelming.
His apparent nonchalance fuels your frustration. How can he engage in casual conversation with Namjoon, seemingly unfazed, while his hand stealthily explores the contours of your thigh beneath the table? The audacity, especially in the midst of your friends, leaves you seething with a mix of desire and irritation.
His fingers delicately dance over the fabric that shields your pulsating core, sending a shiver down your spine. Conflicting desires surge within you – an undeniable craving for his touch and the hesitation born from the inappropriate setting, surrounded by the prying eyes of your friends.
With deliberate slowness, he trails his fingers along the edge of your panties, expertly sliding them to the side. A single finger ventures into your slick folds, and an involuntary exclamation of desire escapes your lips. Fuck!
Panic and pleasure collide within you as your body ignites with an uncontrollable fire. Fumbling for composure, you desperately try to conceal the intoxicating sensations Jimin's hand is orchestrating beneath the table. Casting a surreptitious glance at your friends, relief washes over you—it appears they remain oblivious to the clandestine dance Jimin is leading on your fevered skin. Thank god.
Your entire being tenses as an electric current courses through you, a silent struggle unfolding within as you grapple with the urge to control your escalating breaths, ensuring each intake is hushed and every gasp remains concealed.
Jimin's fingers expertly plunge in and out of you, a relentless rhythm that leaves you quivering in your seat. The addition of a second digit amplifies the sensations, intensifying the shivers that course through you. Fuck you, Park Jimin!
You shoot him an incredulous look, but he remains unfazed, deep in conversation with Namjoon as if his fingers aren't skillfully working their magic on you. Frustration bubbles within you, the tightening knot in your stomach threatening to unravel. Shit.
His fingers abandon your pulsating core, and just when you dare to hope for a reprieve, he redirects his attention to your swollen clit. Electric jolts course through your body, and an involuntary flinch escapes you, catching the curious gaze of your friends. The intensity of his touch threatens to betray the secrets you're desperately trying to keep under wraps.
“Are you okay?” Concern etches across Hoseok's face as he leans in, his voice laced with worry. His eyes search yours, dissecting the panic in your stare and the sudden gasp that escaped your lips.
Summoning every ounce of strength, you lift your chin and strive for confidence as you reply, “Y-yes.”
Even as the words leave your lips, their uncertainty rings in your ears, a desperate plea that he won't press for more answers.
The sensation of Jimin's fingers expertly tracing figure eights on your clit sends electric chills down your entire body. Your thighs clench involuntarily, and you find yourself biting your lip, desperately trying to stifle any sounds that might betray the pleasure coursing through you. It's a delicate dance between ecstasy and secrecy, his skilled touch weaving a spell that makes it increasingly difficult to maintain your composure.
As Jimin's fingers work their magic, your heart races, and the sensation is akin to running a marathon. A lone bead of sweat forms on your hairline, evidence of the intensity building within you. Fuck Jimin, unraveling you like this in front of your friends. The promise of payback simmers in your mind, determined to teach him a lesson he won't soon forget.
As your breath quickens, the telltale signs of impending release manifest—quivering thighs betraying your desperation.
You're on the verge, yearning to pry Jimin's hand away from your pulsating core. The last thing you want is to climax in front of your friends; the situation is already precarious. Imagining their potential disgust only adds to the thrill.
The forbidden allure of the moment perplexes you—why does the idea of their judgment fuel your arousal?
Despite your futile attempts to swat his hand away, Jimin remains resolute, intensifying his efforts to push you over the edge. A determined glint in his eyes, he skillfully manipulates your senses. As he continues to stimulate your clit, a rush of liquid heralds your surrender, leaving you slumped against the table, your body succumbing to the waves of pleasure.
An electric surge courses through your body, causing every muscle to tighten, your clit pulsating beneath his expert touch. Desperately trying to collect yourself and avoid drawing attention, you navigate the fine line between pleasure and discretion.
Yoongi's concern cuts through the haze, and he observes, “Are you alright? You seem out of it.”
A quiet, low moan escapes your lips, and in that moment, you become acutely aware of how disheveled and spent you must appear—fatigued and lost in a dazed gaze. Rising from your chair, Jimin's hand reluctantly withdraws from your core, and as your dress gracefully descends with your movement, you manage to murmur, “T-toilet,” your chest heaving with the lingering waves of lust.
In a frenzied hurry, you bolt into the bathroom, your hands gripping the edge of the sink, and you confront your disheveled, panting reflection in the mirror. It feels pathetic, the way Jimin effortlessly coaxed an orgasm from you under the table, using only his fingers. The realization hits hard – you are undeniably and thoroughly fucked.
Inhaling deeply, you attempt to steady yourself just as the bathroom door creaks open, heralding the impending return to the outside world.
As you gaze into the mirror, the source of your overwhelming frustration materializes before you: none other than Park Jimin.
You emit a hiss, a potent blend of frustration and arousal, as your eyes lock with his. Despite the turmoil, you can't deny the magnetic pull of his irresistible gaze, a look saturated with sin, his eyes half-lidded, and his tongue seductively gliding across his lips.
You sense your core clenching with a frustrating ache, an insistent reminder of desire for the infuriating man you both despise and secretly crave.
He teasingly presents his fingers to you, wiggling them suggestively as a sly grin plays on his lips, “You came.”
Your gaze locks onto him in utter disbelief—did he stroll around casually with your essence adorning his fingers?
“Suck them dry,” he commands, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he surveys the aftermath—your flushed cheeks and the deep rhythm of your breaths.
His words linger in the air, a challenge you're quick to accept. Without hesitation, you wrap your lips around his digits, tasting the remnants of your essence. His low groan reverberates as he watches you skillfully suck him dry, a silent dance of desire between you.
With each deliberate suck, you reclaim every trace of your essence from his fingers. When the task is accomplished, you fix him with an intense gaze, a silent challenge in your eyes, daring him to unleash the pent-up desire that simmers between you.
“Can’t stop thinking about me?”
Your gaze locks with his, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you bat your lashes, feigning a sense of dominion you both know is illusory. He meets your challenge with a smug smirk, dragging his tongue over his lips, and in that moment, the taste of him floods your senses, a lingering memory that refuses to be forgotten.
You want more so you decide to match Jimin's honesty with your own vulnerability. As the words escape your lips, confessing, 'I can't get you out of my head either,' a gust of candid truth hangs in the air. The charged atmosphere between you two becomes palpable, an electric tension that leaves you yearning, your desperation laid bare.
With a sultry whisper, you proposition him, your voice dripping with desire. Your eyes linger provocatively on the pronounced bulge in his pants as you suggest, “I can suck you off. It’s the least I can do.”
He skillfully unbuckles his belt, swiftly unzips his pants, and sensually lowers both his trousers and underwear, unveiling his throbbing, substantial dick that eagerly springs forth.
Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips, the lingering taste of him still fresh in your memory, and an undeniable yearning builds within you, an insatiable desire to descend upon him just as you did in the heated confines of the car a mere few hours ago.
He strides purposefully toward the toilet, ceremoniously lowering the seat, and with a provocative gesture, positions himself on it, legs enticingly spread, an open invitation for you to draw near and indulge in the feast of his dick.
You swiftly descend to your knees on the welcoming warmth of Seokjin's floor, grateful for the cozy indulgence of heated tiles. Running your tongue across your lips, you seize his throbbing cock with a determined hand, evoking a hiss of pleasure from his lips.
“Fuck! I missed you.”
“It's only been a few hours, Jimin,” you chuckle before enveloping his pulsating dick in your saliva-coated warmth. He fills your mouth perfectly, and you establish a steady rhythm, savoring the delicious anticipation in the air.
You skillfully handle what can't fit in your mouth, teasing with your hand. Jimin throws his head back, emitting a delicious moan in response to your artistry. Sucking him off with an intensity that borders on desperation, you flatten your tongue and expertly play with his frenulum, eliciting a hiss and soft moan from him.
With a firm grip on your hair, he tugs at your ponytail once more. Drool drips from your mouth as you glide over his cock, expertly hollowing your cheeks to create the perfect suction.
His fingers tighten in your hair, urging you further. Breathing in and out through your nose, you navigate down to his pubic hairs, humming sensually around his dick. The subtle shiver you feel from him fills you with a sense of pride, knowing the impact you're having on him.
“Fuck. You’re so good,” he moans, pulling your hair tighter in his grip, the raw desire in his voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Shit, I’m close already,” he gasps, his voice breathy with anticipation, and you can sense the pulsating urgency of his cock in your mouth, signaling that he's on the brink of release.
Unexpectedly, you withdraw from his throbbing cock, leaving him suspended on the precipice of release. His eyes widen in disbelief, watching as you sensually lick your lips, a spark of mischief and fiery playfulness dancing in your gaze.
“Brat. Finish what you started!”
His demand hangs in the air, laden with urgency, but you defiantly shake your head, a smug smirk playing on your lips. In this tantalizing game of desire, you've decided to level the playing field, returning the favor with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
With a sly smirk stretching across your face, you assertively declare, “No.” Your lustful desire is unmistakable as you deliberately pull away, leaving him hanging. “You made me come in front of our friends, embarrassing me. So now,” you add with determined confidence, “you don't get to come.”
As you swing the door open, you exit, leaving him in the bathroom, his fully erect dick on full display, a silent challenge echoing in the air.
“Fucking brat!” His voice reverberates through the air, a raw and frustrated yell, trailing after you as you make your exit.
A mischievous laughter escapes your lips, an odd mix of satisfaction and empowerment swirling within you. Striding back to the table with your friends, you effortlessly dive back into the conversation, as if leaving Jimin high and dry is just another casual move in your repertoire.
There's a subtle thrill in knowing that maybe, just maybe, you've imparted a lesson on not messing with you.
After a few minutes, Jimin saunters back to the table, and you can't help but notice the lingering outline of his arousal beneath his pants. Apparently, he didn't tend to his needs as you assumed he would. The intrigue in the air grows thicker, adding a layer of curiosity to the already charged atmosphere.
The remainder of the evening unfolds without any further advances from Jimin, and despite the undeniable tension in the air, you manage to restrain yourself, keeping your hands to yourself. The pulsating undercurrent of arousal lingers, fueled solely by the magnetic pull of Jimin's presence.
Dinner concludes, and after lending a hand with the cleanup, the music swells to an even higher volume, enticing people to the dance floor. Amid the lively atmosphere, you join in the dance with your girlfriends, playfully swaying your hips to the rhythm. The pulsating energy is infectious, but beneath the neon lights and thumping beats, you sense Jimin's intense gaze fixed on yours once more.
Sensations of arousal ignite within you, yearning for a more intimate connection that goes beyond the pulsating dance floor. Amidst the crowd, you feel a magnetic pull, a desire for his crotch to be the one you're grinding against. However, such an encounter isn't suitable in the presence of your friends. Suddenly, Jimin materializes on the dance floor, seizing your hand and drawing you into a close embrace. His warm breath grazes your ear as he utters, “Come with me, brat.”
He pulls you away from the pulsating crowd of friends, a flicker of distress in your eyes, yet a clandestine thrill seeping through your veins. The covert glances from your friends affirm that they caught the provocative scene. With determination, he leads you into a secluded room, the door securing your privacy with a decisive click.
His eyes blaze with an inferno of lust, an intensity that borders on fury. There's a dangerous edge to his gaze, and he licks his lips with a hunger that suggests he's poised to consume you whole.
“Some nerve you have,” he begins, a low growl in his voice as he presses you backward, drawing you closer to a waiting bed, its presence dawning on you like an ominous realization.
Nervousness courses through your body, a relentless tide, as he exerts control over you with the sheer dominance of his presence.
“Leaving me like that, you fucking brat,” he hisses, forcefully pushing you down onto the bed.
Despite your nerves, a chuckle escapes your lips, “Well, I think it was only fair.”
“Do you?” he raises an eyebrow, his face hovering dangerously close to yours, the air thick with anticipation.
“Fuck. What do you do to me?” he murmurs, diving in to kiss your lips. Your hands instinctively find his cheeks, and you melt into the soft, plush sensation of his mouth, lost in the intoxicating dance of his lips.
Instantly, your body relaxes, and you wrap your legs around his waist, provocatively pressing your core against his erect dick, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him.
“I could say the same to you,” you pant, “and I don't even like you. I don't understand,” you murmur between kisses, grappling with the conflicting emotions that the intensity of the moment brings.
“But I want you. Damn it, I want you to fuck me so bad,” you confess with a breathless mixture of desire and urgency, punctuating your words with a daring roll of your hips, leaving no room for ambiguity about your craving for him.
“Fuck.”
He unbuckles his belt with a purpose, the metallic clink resonating with the promise of what's to come. Swiftly, he unzips his pants and skillfully lowers them along with his underwear, gracefully joining you on the bed with a hunger in his eyes.
His arousal is evident, his dick appearing more heated and flushed than ever. The crimson hue tells a tale of the desire he harbors, heightened by your previous act of leaving him hanging and hungry for more.
“You’re such a brat. I’ll fuck you senseless.” His voice, a sultry promise, sends shivers down your spine. With a self-assured stroke of his dick, he spreads your legs, deftly teasing your underwear aside.
Hovering above you, his breath dances on your skin as he murmurs in your ear, “I’m going to shut that pretty mouth of yours up.”
Your body quivers in response as he deftly lifts your legs over his shoulders. In this moment, he appears both commanding and delicate, a paradox you can't help but be drawn to. As your moans escape, his eyes light up, as if you hold the key to his universe. Yet, the bitter truth remains—you are enemies, drowning in mutual hatred despite the intensity of the desire that binds you.
His fingers dance over your sensitive folds, ensuring the cascade of wetness that engulfs you. You're a river in anticipation, and he chuckles, pulling back a glistening digit to savor your essence. His words, whispered with satisfaction, echo in the room, “You taste so good.”
You moan, your body craving his touch, and impatiently inquire, “What's the hold up?”' as you yearn for him to fulfill his promise to ravish you.
In the dim light, he chuckles down at you, gripping his hard dick once more and skillfully aligning it with your eager entrance. The head of his cock nudges your folds, eliciting a desperate mewl of pleasure from your lips. Despite the intense disdain you harbor for him, all you crave now is to feel him deep inside you.
With a powerful thrust, he impales you on his dick, plunging deep into your core with reckless abandon. A primal scream of his name tears from your throat, echoing in the room, encapsulating the sheer intensity of the moment. “Fuck, Jimin!”
His grin turns wicked, a hint of danger in his eyes, as he accelerates, showing no mercy and denying you any chance to acclimate. Every powerful thrust widens and fulfills you in the most exquisite way, leaving you breathless and aching for more.
Though mere hours have passed, the yearning for his dick consumes your thoughts. The magnetic pull of his desire leaves your mind shrouded in dangerous fantasies that dance provocatively through the corridors of your consciousness.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight.”
Moans of pleasure escape his lips, breathless and raw, as he utters your name in a fevered whisper. Holding your legs aloft, he thrusts into you, skillfully navigating the depths, each movement a calculated dance that hits your soft spot with precision, sending ripples of ecstasy through your body.
His intoxicating scent envelops your senses, a heady mix of musk that clouds your mind. The rhythmic dance of his tie brushing against your dress on your tummy mirrors the cadence of his thrusts.
Amidst the tumultuous waves of pleasure, you find yourself caught in a paradox of conflicting emotions. “Fuck, Jimin. I hate you. I don't understand,” you blabber, your words intertwining with the rhythmic surges of arousal coursing through your body. With each relentless thrust, the coil in your stomach tightens, weaving a complex tapestry of desire and disdain.
“I do,” he utters, punctuating his words with a forceful thrust that reverberates through your core, causing a symphony of sensations to cascade through your body.
“You like me, that's why,” he pants, each powerful thrust resonating through your pussy, an electrifying dance of pleasure and desire. It's a truth you're reluctant to acknowledge, and as your heart races, you turn your head away, unable to meet his intense gaze, even as your body betrays your feelings.
“No, no, you look at me while I fuck you, brat,” he seethes with anger. He presses himself down on you, your legs parting to rest on the sides of his arms. His hands find their way around your throat, giving it a light squeeze as he maintains the fast pace of his hard thrusts. The intensity in his eyes matches the fervor of the moment, a collision of passion and dominance that leaves you breathless.
He forces you to turn your head toward him, and the grip on your throat tightens even more. “Just admit that you like me, brat,” he demands, his voice a potent blend of authority and desire, making your heart race as you navigate the thin line between resistance and surrender.
Your mind swirls in a hazy mist, a product of his presence or the firm grip around your neck — it's hard to discern. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there's an undeniable thrill that courses through you, a strange liking for the intoxicating blend of dominance and desire.
Released from his grasp, you inhale desperately, your breaths echoing the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions within. With the tightening coil in your stomach, you reluctantly admit, “Fine... I don't hate you.”
His hands reclaim your throat, a firm grip that mingles pleasure and restraint, synchronized with the rhythmic precision of his thrusts hitting every exquisite spot within you. “That's not good enough, brat,” he growls, his control both intoxicating and exhilarating.
“I know you like me, because your body tells me so,”
“I know you like it when I choke you, because you clench so much around me when I do,”
“Your body can’t lie, brat.”
Holy fuck. He’s right. At least in some parts. Your mind is a tempest of desire, clouded with thoughts of him, and suddenly you’re screaming, the sound muffled by his firm hands around your throat. Your body spasms uncontrollably, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing around his pulsating dick.
“Fuck. Yeah, cream my dick, brat.” he maintains his relentless thrusts, your orgasm surging through you like a wild storm, leaving you with a symphony of sensations and a loud ringing sound in your ears.
His hands finally release their grip on your neck, and you find yourself panting for air, gasping his name with a mixture of desperation and lust, “J-Jimin, fuck.”
“You’re doing so good. Even if you behave like a brat. Fuck. I’m so close.”
And then his thrusts become erratic and even more frantic, as he desperately seeks his own climax.
“Fuck, Jimin, just like that!” you scream as he relentlessly targets your sweet spot, igniting the familiar coil in your stomach once more. Fuck.
Jimin seems to sense your escalating pleasure, and one of his hands skillfully finds your clit, circling it with a tantalizing touch that nearly makes you scream. “Shit!”
He skillfully pinches your clit, and suddenly, you see stars—you're gone. Squirts of your release gush out, painting his pubic hairs, and Jimin gazes down at you. You thrash around the bed, frantically breathing, your muscles tightening as your vision becomes a canvas of small, white dots.
“Damn. You just squirted all over me,” he breathes in a soft voice, a hint of adoration laced within. However, you can't really decipher his tone as you're lost in the moment, your ears ringing again.
“Damn, that's hot,” he exclaims and thrusts into you again, releasing his warm load inside you with a scream of your name.
He continues to thrust into your core, the rhythm slowing down to a more sensual pace. Your body feels dazed and sweaty, the dress clinging uncomfortably to your skin, the satin now undoubtedly soaked through.
You gasp for air, still catching your breath. “Fucking hell, that was amazing, Jimin.” He chuckles, offering you a gentle smile that quickly transforms into his trademark smirk.
His laughter dances through the air, accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know, we can totally do this again,” he says, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. You can't help but roll your eyes, though deep down, the idea doesn't seem entirely unwelcome. Keeping a sense of mystery, you respond with a playful glint in your eyes, “Maybe.” The rebellion in your spirit mirrors the dance of sparks between you, a familiar game of push and pull that seems destined to continue.
“Brat.”
He chuckles, yet defies the teasing nickname by bending down to kiss you; it’s sweet and tender, a stark contrast to how he just fucked your brains out.
You cast a dismayed gaze at your drenched dress, muttering, “I can't go out in this,” and you groan, feeling the uncomfortable cling of the fabric to your skin, an unwelcome sensation adding to the aftermath of your heated encounter.
“How about we raid Seokjin’s closet?” he suggests, winking with a playful lift of his brows and a light chuckle.
“Is this Seokjin’s room? Did we just fuck on his bed? Damn, he’s going to be furious!” You burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. “No way! Imagine if everyone finds out we fucked.” You shriek, wildly waving your hands in the air, the possibility suddenly sinking in.
“Why are you so hell-bent on keeping it a secret?” he asks, genuinely curious, a playful glint in his eyes as he chuckles at your distress.
“Because you're my sworn enemy,” you state matter-of-factly, giving a nonchalant shrug.
“Are you sure about that?” he teases, his eyebrows wiggling playfully. You can't help but roll your eyes at his cheeky demeanor once again.
“And I think they already know,” he laughs, amusement dancing in his eyes as he observes your irritated expression. You groan into your hands, grappling with the realization that he might be right. However, you're determined to cling to any shred of hope you can find.
“We'll just stay up here until my dress is dry,” you declare, as if it's the most brilliant plan you can conjure. Jimin chuckles, his gaze lingering over your heaving form with a hunger that ignites a spark of desire. He licks his lips, suggesting, “Then take it off. That way, it'll dry faster, and we can go for round two in a moment.”
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Special Delivery ~ PJM
WORD COUNT: 1.2K
GENRE: long distance relationship, established relationship, fluffy, cute jimin being cute
PAIRING: Jimin X Fem!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2023
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People were against your relationship with Jimin, not because he was an idol or because he was a huge flirt but because of the distance that there was between you. While it didn’t bother you and Jimin it seemed to bother those around you who thought their opinions could weigh in on your personal love life. When you told people you were in a long-distance relationship they tried to discourage you and make you think twice about it. Claiming it could never work if the two of you were never in the same time zone but you and Jimin made it work.
“You don’t sound tired, you sound energetic,” Your boyfriend spoke to the phone to you, it was nighttime for you which meant it was daytime for him and you were getting ready for bed. Around this time of night, the two of you would have a phone call together, deciding to spend some time talking and catching up with one another.
“I’m not tired, how can I be tired when the love of my life is talking to me?” You teased him playfully knowing full well that your boyfriend was probably on the other end of the phone blushing. The silence that was met by your answer gave you everything you needed to know.
“Are you gushing about how flirty that was?” You questioned, crawling under the comforter on your bed and pulling your sheets around your chest. This was your favourite part of the day. Being on the phone with Jimin even if it wasn’t for very long it was still everything to you.
“I’m actually trying to come back with a flirty come back for you but I’m blanking,” He chuckled nervously and you smiled weakly. You knew it must be super early for him to be speaking to you and with the tour going on you knew he could use all of the sleep he could get.
“If you wanna sleep a little longer I can cut the call short, you’ve been so busy lately-” The last thing you wanted was to keep your boyfriend awake when he was extremely tired from the night before.
“Don’t!” He quickly interjected not wanting this to end and your heart lept into your throat hearing the desperation in his voice.
“I miss you, I don’t care how early it is I want to talk to you,” You smiled to yourself, laying down against the pillow and glancing at the small calendar beside your bed.
“Only 5 more days until I come to Korea and then we’ll both be in the same time zone,” You reminded him, the trip had been planned out for months now. You’d finally saved up enough money for your own ticket and you’d booked time off from work so you could relax and spend some personal time with your boyfriend. The comment however was met with an uncomfortable silence from the other end of the phone causing your stomach to sink.
“Jimin…” You trailed off, half expecting him to have fallen asleep but he started to make an “erm” sound as though there was going to be something to cancel your trip.
“About that…” His voice slowly hung onto the words and you knew it wasn't going to be any good.
“You have to work?” You couldn’t help the sadness in your tone as you questioned it. You shouldn’t get like this, you knew what dating Jimin was going to be like but it was disheartening to learn that your plans were now going to be ruined.
“I’m going to be out of the country, I’m sorry baby.” He sounded genuinely apologetic for it and you didn’t hate him for having to be out of the country you just hated the circumstances.
“It’s fine baby, it’s not your fault.” You shrugged and began to make a list of things to do in order to get your money back for the trip. Maybe you could get the airlines to push the dates on your tickets and save it for a time when Jimin would be free again but lord only knew when that was going to be.
“Did you hear me?” The question from Jimin pulled you from your headspace and you hummed at him,
“What’s wrong? I wasn’t paying attention baby, I’m sorry,” You explained and sat up in the bed, there was no way you were going to be able to sleep now there was so much you needed to get done in order for your plane tickets to be either cancelled or changed.
“I said, since you couldn’t come to me I sent you something. According to the tracker, it should be with you-” The doorbell interrupted him and he chuckled softly.
“Right now,” He finished his sentence and you frowned, glancing back at the clock. It was pretty late for a parcel, you were almost sure amazon stopped delivering after 10 and you didn’t know any other delivery companies that would deliver this late.
“I didn’t know delivery companies delivered so late,” You giggled, heading down the staircase and in the direction of your front door, unlocking the deadbolt before you got to the keys.
“They made a special exception for this,” Jimin spoke in hushed tones but before you could question why you pulled the door open to see him standing there. It was like all of the air had been knocked out of your body as you stared at him,
“Hey-” He grunted as you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and trying to pull him as close to yourself as you could get. It had been far too long since you’d gotten a Jimin hug and you completely melted against his skin, your heart hammering against your chest as you felt his doing the same.
“I missed you too baby,” He whispered as he gently ran his hand up and down your back, pushing his head into your neck as he took in a deep breath. God, he’d missed the way you smelled, the way you clung to him and the way your bodies moulded perfectly together,
“What are you doing here though? I thought you couldn’t get away?” You quizzed while dragging your boyfriend inside the house and locking up the door behind him.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you I could come now, would it?” He smirked before you wrapped yourself in his arms again, never wanting to leave them. Jimin felt like home to you, whenever he was around everything just felt at peace.
“How long are you here for?” You both slowly made your way over to the sofa and your hand was locked with his, you were almost scared if you let go he would dematerialise and disappear on you or something.
“As long as you want me, I have lots of time off and I plan on spending every second I can with you.” His eyes lit up as he spoke and your heart practically skyrocketed as you thought of all of the things you could take him to do in your town.
“Let's get to bed first before you start making lists,” He laughed already beginning to notice the wheels turning inside of your head.
With that, the two of you headed up to bed together while you tried to calm your racing thoughts. There was so much you wanted to take Jimin to do and you couldn’t wait to start.
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. . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 10
[day ten: cock warming]
pairing: jimin x f. reader
tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming
notes: smut straight under the cut
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“Jimin” His name falls off your lips over and over, the only thought etched into your fucked-dumb mind.
His thick cock splits you open, creamy white clinging to the base every time he pulls his hips backwards. It’s obscene, the noises your pussy makes as he pounds into you, wet as your arousal clings to your skin. Spilling down your legs, clinging to Jimin’s balls.
You press your face into the pillow beside you, long-drawn moan dripping off your tongue when he pushes your legs a little closer to your chest; cock pressing over your sweet spot.
“That’s it, baby” he grunts, hips snapping against the backs of your thighs, “don’t hide from me”
It’s a particularly hard thrust that has your pussy clenching around his cock. He holds himself there for a moment, greedy fingers slipping between your legs to play with your clit.
His fingers pinch at the little pearl, thumb pressing back the hood before he smears your own arousal over your skin. Your cunt pulsating around him desperately, swallowing around his length as he pulls back until the tip. Pussy pulled wide around the flared head, Jimin watches your desperate cunt try and suck him back in as he sinks back into you; fingers still playing with your clit.
Your hips rut upwards, desperate for him to speed up, ruin you and rail you so you could feel his cock sat within you for the rest of the night.
“Jimin” you whine, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders, nails raking over his skin in your desperate attempt to get him to speed up.
“What’s wrong, my lovely” he murmurs, essentially bending you in half as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Want you” you murmur, licks pulling out, almost a pout as you silent ask for a kiss.
What was an impending orgasm slowly ebbing into a warm glow of pleasure at the light rock of his hips, not enough for him to press against your sweet spot. So close to where you wanted him, only the press of his thick cock enough to sate the lust coursing under your skin.
“You have me” he says, and you don’t miss the teasing smile that pulls onto his lips, barely veiled behind a bruising kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
You moan out his name, hips stuttering upwards, desperate.
He hums, lips pressing a final kiss to the corner of your mouth before he’s sitting up again, fingers wrapping around your thighs as his hips start to jackhammer back into you. Angled perfectly, just where you need him.
Unbridled pleasure courses throughout your body, hand pressing over your mound as you try and process the new onslaught of pleasure.
“Shit—Jimin” you whine, hand bracing on his arm.
He groans, feeling your pussy clench around him.
Your orgasm builds, stomach tensing, thighs quivering beneath his hands as he ruts into you.
“Gonna cum” he groans, “cum with me, yeah?” he looks down at where the both of you connect, cock sticky with your arousal, creamy white and messy as he fucks you; wet squelch drowned out by your staccato of moans.
“Mmhmm” you nod, hand slipping down your body towards your clit, deft fingers thrumming over the bud, “so close”
“Me too” he grunts, thrusting into you harder, jabbing against your sweet spot.
The world muffles quiet for a moment, eyes squeezed shut and Jimin’s moans barely there as you slip over the edge of your orgasm, slick running down your legs, clinging to Jimin’s skin as he presses his cock into you.
You faintly register his cock twitching, spent cunt oversensitive as he releases his seed into you. Each spurt of it warm against your walls, insides soiled with his release.
He bends forward, hands bracing on either side of your body as he ruts into you, another spurt of cum flooding into your insides as you clench around him, milking his spent cock.
“Shit” Jimin lets out a long drawn moan, gently lowering himself over you, pulling your legs around his waist as he lays on top of you.
He wraps his arms around you, head pressed against your shoulder, cock still pressed between your walls.
“Stay like this for a while” he says against your sweat-tacky skin, lips pressing to your shoulder, “keep my cock nice and warm”
You hum, pussy clenching around him knowing it would only take so long for his cock to stir in interest, ready to fuck and fill you up for a second time.
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POV: That one time Jimin really wanted you to call him “Oppa”, too. (Part1)
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Jimin is not a jealous boyfriend. He tells himself that. He could go on and shake off the harmless flirting from other guys, as long as it’s not initiated and reciprocated by you. It doesn’t irk him that much because you’re usually so oblivious of things like this.
However, when it comes to his band members it’s a completely different story. He knows you had a thing for Yoongi way before you and him got together. He knows Yoongi was your bias. But you swore it was all before you and Jimin ever met and started dating. You promised him this one night, when he sat you down to clear things up.
Of course it would be Jimin—Now that you are together-together, it all just makes sense that your boyfriend is your bias. Yoongi was it, before Jimin ever came to your life. But it’s different now.
Jimin believes you. He trusts you. You are in a committed relationship after all. And as you said to him that night and the other nights that followed, “Babe, there’s nothing-and absolutely nothing-that could take my eyes off of you.”
You loved Jimin and there’s no one and nothing that can change that. You’re absolutely head over heels for your sexy, cute, and lovely boyfriend.
Yoongi is like any other celebrity you really admire. After years of being acquainted with him through Jimin, you still see him as a celebrity for sure, one who you really look up to as a rapper and music producer. Only now it has been upgraded a little bit as Jimin’s friend and older brother. You respected Yoongi as with the rest of the members.
However, there are times when the fangirl in you would still be blown away with Yoongi’s eccentricity. But that’s just it. You don’t feel things for Yoongi the way you feel them for Jimin.
You respect Yoongi. You’re crazy in love with Jimin.
Yoongi being your bias has become an inside joke of the group and he was chill about it.
The boys would tease you sometimes. Jungkook even used to go as far as bring it up in the most awkward moments like that time you first met Bang PD in one of their intimate dinners. The teasing went on for a while but nothing really became of it.
Jimin, on the other hand, wasn’t initially so cool about it. He even sat you down one night to clear the air. That speaks volumes on how it used to bother him. But you understood where it was coming from. And so you reassured him that he only has your heart. And he soon became okay with it.
Jimin knows it sounds petty. It is petty. Don’t get him wrong, he’s aware that Yoongi being your bias shouldn’t really bother him and he knows it’s supposed to be the logical thing. But he’s just another doting boyfriend who wanted her girl to only look at him. He’s possessive of you like that. And sometimes his insecurities get the better of him. Especially when he knows that as perfect as you are in his eyes, you could have whoever it is that you’d want in your life. He still can’t believe that that person is him. You chose him. That As crazy as he is for you, you are crazy for him, too.
But during movie night with the guys the other day, you unknowingly made a mistake that got Jimin all riled up the entire night.
As everyone was getting comfortable in their chosen seats in the living room, you and Jimin settled for the couch. The other guys chose to camp up on the floor which Taehyung and Jungkook had filled with soft mats and huge pillows.
Jimin had plopped himself on the far end of the couch comfortably waiting for you to come and settle next to him.
Everybody seemed to be settled down except for Yoongi and Hobi.
Soon enough, Hobi called dibs on the other end of the sofa claiming its his favorite spot. So that leaves Yoongi to take the spot next to you.
Yoongi seemed reluctant at first, but as the movie was about to start, you called on him to take the seat. Albeit, too excitedly.
You: “Oppa! Come here and sit down!”(you pat the space next to you) “the movie’s about to start!”
You didn’t notice Jimin scowl as he scrunched his nose to the tone of your voice. You seemed too excited for his liking.
When Yoongi finally took the seat, you faced him and handed him the bowl of popcorn that Jimin prepared for the both of you and certainly not for Yoongi.
You: “Oppa, want some popcorn? Let’s share! I hope you like creamy parmesan.”
Yoongi only smiled with a muted “Thanks.”
You made sure Yoongi was comfortable and with just enough popcorn for the rest of the movie.
Jimin couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes and doing that tongue thing when something starts to get on his nerves.
The truth is, Jimin has always wanted you to call him “oppa”, too. But as you were the same age as him and Taehyung, born in the same year and actually just a month later than him, you saw no need for it. You found it awkward in a sense. You found it weird so you both dropped the matter and he didn’t press you on calling him oppa since then.
“Baby”, “babe”, or “jagi” were enough. And according to you, “Seokjin, Yoongi, Hobi and Joonie are my only real oppas, here. Sorry babe.” 😅
However that didn’t really change the fact that he still wanted you to call him “oppa”.
Jimin couldn’t concentrate on the movie. He was busy thinking of a way to “mark his territory”.
He’d take your hand in his lap and pepper it with kisses. He’d snake an arm around your waist and smell your hair. He’d pull you closer into his chest and kiss your temple. He’d grab the popcorn from Yoongi and pop one on your mouth. He’d put a hand on your thigh with a gentle squeeze.
You’d give him a smile every now and then, But you seem to not really get the hint that he wants you to do all these things to him, too! He’s growing more and more frustrated by the minute.
You, on the other hand, were so engrossed with the movie because you were really looking forward to watch it and partly because you had to occasionally argue with Jungkook about his commentary.
You were oblivious of the big ball of a sulky boyfriend you had brewing next to you.
Jimin spent the entire night sulking in silence. But still had his arm protectively spread around you, as if to put a wall between you and your “oppa”. 😒
Once you got home, you asked him what’s up with his now apparent lack of interest as you went off with how the movie was so good and how Jungkook was so annoyingly misinformed with all his commentary.
You: “hey babe, what’s wrong? You’re being silent. Is everthing okay?”
Jimin: “it’s nothing.”
You: “Baby.. you know you can talk to me.“
Jimin: “I said, it’s nothing.”
You: “Babe.. come on.. What’s the matter? Did i do something wrong?”
Jimin: “I said drop it y/n!! I’m not in the mood for this right now!”
(Your eyes go wide as his loud voice startles you. He never yells at you.)
You: “What is up with you?? i didn’t even do anything and you’re yelling at me.. for what??”
Jimin: “oh i don’t know.. Why don’t you figure it out with your “oppa”, you want me to call him for you?!”
You: “What are you talking about?? Is this—is this about Yoongi? For chrissake Jimin, not this again!”
Jimin: (he scoffs) “of course, you just don’t care about what I feel sometimes, do you?”
But before you could press him for more, he walks out and slams the door to your shared bedroom.
You were fuming. And he was, too. You soon figure out what went wrong that night. You didn’t realize how it really must have hurt him.
If he felt neglected in anyway tonight, it wasn’t what you intended. Making him feel hurt like this is the last thing you would ever want. The guilt is slowly creeping up on you.
You love him. But you also see nothing wrong with you being friendly with Yoongi. Bias or not he’s still Jimin’s friend—his brother.
Jimin is being difficult. But you still wanted to comfort him knowing you caused this. But instead of crawling in bed to cuddle him, you decided against it and just let things cool down. You went on and did your night routine. But by the time you get to bed, Jimin already had his back turned away from you.
Maybe tomorrow it will all be better.
Except it wasnt.
The next day Jimin went on to give you the cold shoulder.
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The Watcher
This was a collaborative work with @dazed--xx
Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, blood, one punching at the end, cursing I think, obsessive fan behavior
Summary: In which a fan it a bit too invested in their previous relationship
Word Count: 2.7K
Pairing: Park Jimin X reader
A loud bang echos, a bright fluorescent light flashes over the room. Waking up to four familiar walls was supposed to be comforting, however when the four walls were identical to the ones she left a year ago in tears, her mind started stirring in panic.
Hearing a groan next to her, she snapped her head to the side, wincing slightly at the pounding radiating through her skull. Her hands trail against the soft velvety satin sheets. A heat radiating beside her, she turns her head only to be greeted by the familiar silhouette of a man she once thought she’d be greeted with forever. Her eyes widened at the sight of one, Park Jimin, seated beside her; a loud gasp rips through her chest as she throws her body off of the bed in complete shock. His eyes darted open at the loud ‘THUD’ that rang through the room, and for a second he could have sworn he felt the world shake. He stares at her panicking figure, words on the tip of his tongue. Before he could even react, she was up on her feet and rushing to the door in a panic, tugging repeatedly trying to open it. “W-where are we?” She questions Jimin, sitting in the foreign bed looking around the dark room as he shakes his head in response. Silence sinks over the pair.
“What are we doing here?” Jimin’s voice broke through the room softly, as if he was tentatively approaching a wild animal. “I don’t know.” She gasped out, kicking the door in frustration, “Okay this was a really funny prank, now” She gestures to the locked door “ let me out.” She demanded the man who recoiled a bit at the intensity behind her voice. Crossing her arms over her chest, stomping her foot in frustration.
“Me? I didn’t do this.” He refuted, getting up from the bed to have a try at the door, twisting the handle it turns as he pulls on it roughly but it remains in place, panic flows through him as he rapidly tugged on the door. Finally budging after 3 hard distressed pulls, only to reveal grey cinder blocks stacked neatly in place of a doorframe. “What the fuck?” He muttered, both sharing a look before rushing to the window to try and open it only to see the same predicament as they pulled back the long bright violet curtains. Her breathing grew heavy, her chest heaved as she palmed the wall; almost cuddling up to it.
“Is there a phone?” Her voice was shaky as she breathed out the question, and as much as he wanted to comfort her, he needed to go through all of the options first to make sure panicking was worth it. Scouring the room, tossing the clothes that he thought he had donated after the breakup out of the closet looking for any way to contact someone, “Fuck!” He screamed, tossing his hands up to his hair as he realized there was absolutely nothing that could be of any use.
“What is going on?!” She cried, anxiety peaking as she took in the covered windows and door. She placed her hands over her head, tugging at the strands that sat upon her scalp. “I don’t know… This isn’t the apartment, there's no way anyone would get away with bordering this place up like that.” Jimin thought aloud running his fingers over the distinct indents he remembered from the years in the apartment.
“It has to be!” She exclaims “Everything! It’s the same though, every scratch, dent, even down to the clothes we had.” She argued, pointing out each thing as she spoke about it. She glanced around only to spot a blinking red light in the spine of a book, a book they had never toucheed when they were together. She moved towards it cautiously as Jimin watched her ready to tug her away if it were to explode. “I think it’s a camera,” She observed, her fingers traced over the binding before grabbing the book and opening it. A small motherboard with many wires connecting to a miniature camera sat in the hollowed out book.
“So someone abducted us and is watching our every move, in a room we haven’t been inside of in years. That’s just great.” Jimin rolled his eyes, watching as she checked on the camera. “The transmitter won’t reach far, whoever is watching us is close. We just have to figure out what they want.” She explained, before beginning to explain the type of camera and how it works, Jimin watched on with an unreadable expression. He could almost feel the nostalgia creeping up on him. “You still work for that tech company?” Jimin wondered, tilting his head to the side as he watched his ex get into work mode.
“No, I actually quit not long after the-after we—after everything happened” She shrugged, moving the camera to where it's facing away, figuring it’ll probably piss the person off enough for them to reveal themself. “Why? you loved working there?” He wondered, looking at his ex in confusion.
“I really don’t think this is the time for that conversation.”
“I think it’s the only thing we can do, we’re obviously trapped, trying to get out is just going to piss them off, so until they reveal what they want with us we really can’t do anything.” He grinned victoriously gesturing to the stoned door and windows. She huffed in frustration a glare seated on her features. “I couldn’t afford to live in the same area.” She said, tinkering with the trinkets on the dresser, all of the gifts he had given her throughout their relationship lined up neatly, she had donated all of them so what were they doing here?
“Why not stay at the apartment, I still own it, you know I’d never kick you out.” He asked softly, tilting his head to the side slightly; a worried gesture that she came to find patronizing. “I was not staying in the place where everything went to shit.” She huffed, as she rolled her eyes. A chill passes through her as she quickly moves across the room to the abandoned clothing, rummaging through the discarded pile to find a jacket.
When suddenly the wall lit up, a projection being shown, their faces filling the screen. Pictures from when they first met on set of a music video, then moving to their first date, then to various dates following that until finally it ended with a photo of Jimin proposing and her saying yes, then things got a little weird. Their relationship became more private after their engagement so nobody should have pictures of it, let alone pictures from their shared living space. Pictures of their faces as they screamed and threw things, then to the day of their breakup, Jimin had a female in the house, seemingly going over paperwork, the pictures building a sequence all with timestamps as well, the female had set her papers down and Jimin didn’t even bother looking up until his face was grabbed and a kiss planted on his lips, he placed his hands on her hips trying to pull her off but the timing was awful because next thing that happened was his fiance walked in carrying Jimin’s favorite takeout for dinner, the food tumbling to the ground as she looked on in shock in the next.
Both of them watched the sequence painfully as they recalled that day, however what followed definitely did not happen in their memories, next showcased them making up, more photos following, all photoshopped to perfection, they would’ve believed the story if they hadn’t presented maternity photos, both gasping in shock as they looked on.
Next thing they knew, they heard a small dainty whine, it was faint it sounded almost as if a baby was crying. A gasp rips through both of their chests. Eyes widening in panic as they frantically sifted through the room as terror struck them, a baby was here? How’d this sicko get a baby? Jimin’s ear perks up as he makes his way toward the small familiar ottoman they’d once used for storage. The cries grow louder and louder with every step, soon they are piercing as he rips open the ottoman; a small dainty face stared back at him, tears streaming down the little one's face. Their lips quivering as their little fist punched the air and legs kicked wildly about.
“I found them!” Jimin cheered as he encased the baby in his arms, bringing them over to his ex slowly. Soft coos whispered in the infant's ear as to not startle the child as he lifted it out of confinement. Bouncing slightly as he took soft careful steps, making sure to hold firmly but not too tight. They looked back to the projection and saw a birth certificate, it was a baby boy. It showed pictures of them in the hospital with the baby, even though they knew it wasn’t them.
“Hey baby, nobody is ever going to hurt you again my darling.” The woman cooed, holding the baby now as Jimin watched the projection go black, he was scared, but also a bit relieved that they had shown the pictures.
It took a few hours before they were able to soothe the baby to sleep, food having started appearing in the back of the closet so there must’ve been a door or a chute in there. She placed the baby down, moving to the closet to take a look. There was a baby on the line now, she wasn’t going to risk their safety. Sadly all she found was a slot near the floor just big enough for maybe a leg to slip through but that is all. “Come let’s get some sleep, maybe it will refresh our brains.” Jimin offered as he joined her in the closet.
“I don’t want to sleep, I want to get out of here.”
“I understand, I do too, but frustrating yourself isn’t going to do anything. Take a nap until you can think clearly, okay?”
“She really pushed herself on you that day, you weren’t lying.” She said quietly, as she leaned her head on his shoulder after he lowered himself onto the floor next to her.
“Yep.”
“A-And I lashed out for nothing?”
“Never for nothing, I hadn’t been around as much and it’s understandable you had some doubts. I said a lot of things I shouldn’t have that night, My anger got the best of me when you didn’t believe me.” He sighed, his tone is soft and laced with guilt.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too, for being clueless.” He gives her an apologetic smile that she returns.
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A chime rings through the air penetrating the deafening silence, had it been a few minutes? hours? Their eyes meet, both pairs widening at the unexpected noise. Making their way over to where they believed the chime had come from slow hesitant steps as their hands intertwined; one of her arms being used to grab the sleeping infant gently, his brunette locks curling ever so slightly as he dreamed.
Another chime, ringing louder as they approached the door; the once red light that they had both disregarded when they had awoken was now green, Jimin slowly reached out and tugged the handle making it open, no more cement blocks. They tentatively walked out down the familiar hallway; the deep mahogany banister that encased the stairway, she can remember the petty argument because she wanted walnut and Jimin wanted mahogany. In the end her concession definitely brought out the vibrance in the eggshell walls.
They took gentle hesitant steps as they descended the stairs, her arms grasping the baby for dear life as they made it to the first floor, and rushed to the front door only to find it locked from the outside. Windows decorated as a matching set to the one that sat upstairs in the copycat bedroom.
Their eyes drifted around the room, it sure looked like their apartment, well not sort of. It was an exact replica of it, everything in the same place as it was the day it had all ended. Even the blanket Jimin had bought for her but ended up sleeping with every night anyway was sprawled across the back of the couch where he slung it every morning before making breakfast.
“These people watched us for years.” She noted as she took in the familiar chips and dips in the paint of the living room from the days they got too excited while playing games with Jimin’s friends. “What are we going to do?” He asked scared, terrified that their intimate and vulnerable moments were seen by someone else.
“We’re going to get out of here. I don’t know how, but we will.” She said determination was firm in her tone. Jimin stared at his lost love, his regrets and mistakes laid out in front of them. His heart races as he stares around the room. “Do you ever think about what could have been?” He questions gesturing to the infant in her arms. She shrugs “why dwell on things that hurt too much?” She avoids his gaze as she gently rocks the baby in her arms making slow bouncing motions to keep the poor child quiet. How could she tell him that this is all she ever dreamed of? She shakes her head in frustration at the thought. But then her eyes drift to the infant, she imagines it to actually be her and Jimins baby. She imagined he had the chubbiest, most adorable cheeks. What would have happened if she had listened to Jimin? Would they be this happy family or would have something—someone else has still destroyed what they’d built?
Jimin stared at her from across the room, his chest heaving as he watched her lose herself in doubt. “We’ll get out of here” he reassures taking long strides beside her as the infant begins to stir in her arms. A loud wail from the boy has Jimin enveloping him in his arms, small shushes are whispered from Jimins mouth as he cradled the baby. Her eyes trail around the room, her fingers tracing over the past memories. Her heart races as she notices the blinking red light behind the mirror that sat over the vanity, anger ignites in her stomach like the burning embers of hell. The sick fuck was watching everything, determination fills her heart. They had to get out of here. They need to get this baby to his parents. Her eyebrows scrunch together as she slams her hands on the vanity, glaring directly at the faint red blinking light. “We will get out of here” She growls to the camera she knows is there, hoping praying whoever was on the other side can hear her. “I don’t know who you are or what you want but I promise you this won’t end well for you” venom laced in her tone, her chest heaving rapidly. A glare seated in her eyes, anger growing stronger and stronger the more the cameras light blinks. Her hand reaches for the seam of her shirt, taking a few strong tugs the shirt gives way ripping half of the cloth. She wraps the fabric around her hand, her eyes never leaving the camera. ���Shows over freak” she snaps, she balls her hand up into a fist. Jimin jumps in his place on the couch at the sound of shattering glass; his eyes widening as a river of crimson flows down her hand. He watches in horror clutching the infant tightly to his chest as he watches her reach behind the shattered mirror ripping what looks like a camera similar to the one from the book in the bedroom from the hole.
A sinister smirk sits on her lips as she tosses the object on the ground harshly, her foot coming down against it like a hammer as the once perfectly constructed camera becomes nothing but wires and scraps. Their eyes meet, chests heaving from the adrenaline. Unspoken words hung in the air, their hands shaking. She felt guilty as she observed the fear in Jimin's eyes, she opened her mouth to say something—anything. “J-Jimin'' She stutters as a loud chime ring through the air.
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