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pickalilywrites · 6 months ago

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We've seen the baking contest fics, how about a swimsuit competition for both male and female. Prize is an summer worth of a free stay at a 5 star island resort

(This is Levi seeing Zeke on stage in a speedo: 🙄)

i would have put my vote in for speedo!zeke tbh

a show with a view

snk ensemble. modern au. 2129 words.

The beach is abuzz with visitors that are here for the view but not of the ocean. Today is a swimsuit competition held at the nearby beach in Shiganshina. Like the previous competitions, this competition is also being sponsored by the Paradis Mall with the hopes that it would boost sales for the newest swimwear lines for their luxury stores Reiss and Warhammer. This time the prize is a much coveted all-expenses paid stay at any Fritz island resort, good for the entire summer.

Erwin Smith is the only returning judge from the cooking competitions, but he has a sheepish smile on his face as he walks around with his clipboard. He’s greeted eagerly by many female participants as well as audience members, but he’s shyer than usual. “I didn’t read the invitation correctly and had assumed this would be another cooking competition. I agreed to it and only realized recently this was a swimsuit competition,” he says with a laugh.

“What a shame,” Sasha sighs. She wears a leaf-patterned one piece bathing suit that she had fished out of her closet. She was the one that had dragged her friends to participate in this competition with the hopes that one of them would be able to win the all-expenses paid resort package, although she’s also content with just feasting at the barbeque taking place after the contest. “He would have won for sure if he were a participant instead of a judge.”

“Well, I’m glad he’s just a judge. We have enough competition as it is,” Jean says. He glances around at the competition — many of the other male contestants are wearing normal swim trunks but there are a few in speedos — and does his best to assume a pose that will accentuate his abdominal muscles without looking like he’s trying too hard.

“I say they should bring on as many people as they want. There’s no way we’ll lose!” Connie says with a wide grin. He’s far from being a bodybuilder — Connie’s body is more leaned and toned like a runner’s — but it’s not stopping him from having fun and striking a few classic bodybuilder poses. He winks cheekily when a group of girls squeals when he strikes a particularly dramatic pose.

Reiner leans over as he observes the crowd that Connie is drawing. “Now there’s a strategy. Do you think I should try that out? Maybe it’ll get me more votes.”

“Isn’t it enough that you oiled yourself up with that body oil? You practically drenched yourself in it,” Annie says with a slightly disgusted expression on her face. “It’s a good thing that I talked you out of getting a spray tan.”

“I would have looked amazing in a spray tan,” Reiner pouts. He stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands on his hips as he flexes his biceps. He speaks through gritted teeth, his lips spread in overexaggerated smile, as he adds, “I bet I’d have more people looking over at me at least.”

“For all the wrong reasons,” Annie replies with a roll of her eyes. She doesn’t bother posing or even standing up straight. Her arms are folded over her chest so that they cover the top of her blue two-piece bathing suit. She had been enticed by the talk of a luxury resort, but she’s beginning to think that a bathing suit competition isn’t worth it. She sees Bertholdt beside her assuming a similar position, but his expression is completely miserable. To Reiner, she says, “Look at Bertholdt. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. We shouldn’t have competed in this competition in the first place.”

“I’m fine,” Bertholdt says. He’s still hunched over and doing his best to cover his torso but failing horribly because of his large stature. He smiles weakly at Annie. “I’m just ... a little embarrassed.”

“What’s so embarrassing about wearing a swimsuit to a swimsuit competition? We’re on a beach anyway, so it should be even less embarrassing,” Reiner points out. He adjusts his pose so that he’s standing with his torso angled, giving the audience a flattering view of his abs. They’re perfectly toned from years of going to the gym.

Bertholdt winces when the sunlight bounces from one of Reiner’s perfect pecs and into his eye. “It’s still embarrassing,” he mumbles.

“Look at poor Bertholdt,” Ymir snickers. While the other female competitors are in swimsuits that reveal much of their skin, Ymir is in bikini bottoms and a wetsuit jacket that completely covers her top half. “If he’s so shy, he shouldn’t have competed in the first place. Not that I’m complaining. It makes it easier for me to win.”

“Are you even trying to win? No offense, but your swimsuit isn’t exactly flattering,” Historia grumbles. She’s only an audience member this time, having chosen to step down from competing after her sister Frieda had been selected as a judge. While she does wear a swimsuit, she’s covered it up with a white sundress.

“Do you want me to take a competition seriously? I didn’t want you to get jealous. I’m wearing a string bikini underneath,” Ymir says. She reaches up for her zipper and begins to pull it down slowly, a mischievous grin on her face.

Historia stops Ymir midway, her face beginning to flush despite the wide brimmed sunhat she wears. “You can show me later. I can book us a stay at the resort. We should leave the prize to someone who can’t actually afford to book it themselves.”

Ymir laughs and pulls Historia in for a hug. “As long as you’re the one paying.”

“Must be nice to be rich,” Mikasa muses as she observes Ymir and Historia. She had opted for a sleek, black one piece. It’s cut deep in the back to show off her finely toned muscles, but she doesn’t bother flaunting them to the crowd. Even though she’s entered the swimsuit competition with the rest of her friends, she’ll still as modest as ever.

“At least Historia’s not competing. I think I finally have a chance this time. Baking’s not really my forte, but I can stand in a swimsuit and look good,” Eren says. He strikes a power pose, his chest puffed out proudly, but it’s his loud, garish swim trunks that are catching everyone’s eyes. He glances over at Armin who’s standing awkwardly beside him. “You should have worn something more noticeable, Armin. You’re just going to blend in with everyone else like that.”

“I think I’m okay with that,” Armin mumbles. He looks down at his feet, wiggling his sand-covered toes. He thought he would be fine participating if Eren and Mikasa were there with him, but he’s finding it more embarrassing than he had anticipated.

Some participants, like Eld, are enjoying themselves. Eld assumes the pose of classical statues — Discobolus just about to throw a discus, Michaelangelo’s David, the pensive Thinker — and grins as he draws laughs from the crowd as well as his friends. Levi, however, is much less amused.

“You look like you’re taking a shit,” Levi tells Eld, who hurriedly gets out of the Thinker pose and tries to think of another pose to assume. Unlike the rest of his friends, Levi is much less enthusiastic about the whole swimsuit competition. Although he’s wearing swim trunks, he’s covered up with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a straw hat to protect his skin from the sun.

Petra leans over and tugs Levi’s sleeve gently. “Come on, Levi. Aren’t you having a little bit of fun?”

Levi looks over at Petra and takes in her outfit — a crocheted cover up made by Gunther thrown over a white bikini. Finally, he concedes, “It’s not the worst.”

“It’s going to get even better because I’m going to win.” Auruo stands beside Petra confidently. He’s flexing his muscles so hard that he has to speak through gritted teeth. Sweat rolls down his forehead under the bright sunlight and the strain of flexing his muscles, but his smile doesn’t break. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Petra.”

“Just because you’re wearing a speedo doesn’t mean you’re going to win,” Petra says with a roll of her eyes.

“Why not?” Auruo says with an indignant huff. He forgets posing for a moment, not bothering to make sure the light is hitting his abs at the right angle. “Zeke is getting a lot of attention. I’d say we’re about the same in terms of popularity.”

Petra scoffs at the comparison. “You’re nowhere near the same level.”

“I should hope not,” Levi says dryly as he watches Zeke flirts with Frieda Reiss as she comes around to judge. He rolls his eyes when Zeke offers a bicep out for Frieda to touch, which she does with a bashful giggle.

Gunther runs up to his friends. His arms are filled with water bottles fresh from the ice cooler while his hands clutch electric fans that he passes out. While his friends are drinking water and fanning themselves, he’s fussing over them and pulling out a bottle of sunscreen from his fanny pack.

“You guys need to stay hydrated. Didn’t I tell you it was going to be sunny today? The temperature’s up from yesterday, too. They should have held the competition on a different day,” Gunther grumbles as he slathers sunscreen on Auruo’s arm. He ignores Auruo’s complaints about sunscreen not being cool and scolds his friend saying, “Do you know what else isn’t cool? Sunburn and skin cancer.”

Hanji isn’t participating this time, instead observing from a lounge chair under an umbrella that Moblit had set up. Moblit is seated beside them on a beach towel with an electric fan in his hand that he points towards Hanji.

“What an excellent competition,” Hanji comments before taking a sip of coconut water. They pass it over to Moblit to take a sip. “Who do you think will win this time?”

“Hm? I don’t really know. I haven’t been paying much attention,” Moblit says, which is true. He’s spent much of this time just making sure Hanji was in the shade and staying hydrated. “Maybe we should have participated, though. You could use a vacation. You’re always working.”

“Aw, you really think I’d have a chance at winning?” Hanji laughs. They look over at their companion affectionately. “I suppose I have been working a lot. Maybe we could book a vacation soon.”

Moblit beams. “I can pack.”

Pieck is also watching as Gunther applies sunblock to Eld’s back despite Eld’s complaints. She turns to Porco with a sleepy smile. “That looks fun. Should we do that, too? It’s important to take care of your skin.”

“You were very generous when you gave me sunblock before we left the house this morning,” Porco reminds her. He tries to act nonchalant, but his cheeks are flushed pink as he remembers just how eager Pieck had been to apply his sunscreen.

“As you were with me,” Pieck nods, not embarrassed at all, “but it’s important to reapply every few hours.”

Porco is a weak man. If they weren’t in public, he would have fallen on his knees already and agreed. “Let’s wait until the competition is over.”

“Wonderful!” Pieck smiles.

The air is filled with the sound of a bell and the judges wait for the crowd to quiet down before they take their place in front of the contestants. Frieda Reiss stands front and center with Willy Warhammer and Erwin Smith on either side of her. She looks absolutely stunning in her white sundress and wide-brimmed straw hat. When the wind blows, her skirt billows behind her, making her look like a goddess.

“Hello, all. Thank you for everyone who participated in this year’s swimsuit competition. We had many stunning entries, some even wearing suits from our Reiss and Warhammer stores,” Frieda says, nodding towards Zeke who gives the crowd a wave. Frieda pauses to let the crowd swoon before continuing. “We hope you’ll be able to join us for our barbeque after the winner is announced.”

The crowd cheers at the mention of free food. Sasha and Connie are particularly loud, and it elicits a smile from Erwin.

“It is with great pleasure that I announce the winner of the all-expenses paid trip to one of the Fritz 5-star island resorts ...” Willy announces with great gusto. He pauses for dramatic affect, smiling as the crowd waits in suspense. “... Bertholdt Hoover!”

Reiner is ecstatic. As soon as Bertholdt’s name was called, he swept his friend up in a hug and lifted him off his feet. “You won! Isn't this great?”

“Just wonderful,” he lies. Bertholdt grits his teeth and smiles for the cameras that are already snapping away. He wants to sink into the sand and never come out.

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unhingedwomandiaries · 5 months ago

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Woke up this morning looking like I've been fisting a bloody Cheeto. My hands are proper orange, like I've been giving Donald Trump a full-body massage. What the actual fuck? I don't remember getting pissed and deciding to bathe in Wotsits dust or anything equally mental. I'm scrubbing at my hands like Lady Macbeth on speed, but these stains are putting up more resistance than my husband's nan at a hip hop concert. Even tried moisturizer because apparently I wanted to smell like I'd been molested by a Bath & Body Works while still looking like a failed Fanta experiment.

Finally showed my husband because I'm properly bricking it at this point. He just goes, "Probably dye. Got any vodka?" Like we're the sort of people who keep industrial quantities of spirits around for cleaning emergencies. What does he think this is, some kind of Eastern European cleaning cupboard?

He clarifies that any alcohol would do, so there I am, tearing through the house like a crackhead looking for their next fix. No vodka, but I do find this ancient bottle of hand sanitizer that's been marinating in summer heat long enough to probably qualify as moonshine. Slather that jellied death all over my hands, working it in like I'm kneading bread for Satan himself. And after all that? My hands still look like I've been giving handjobs to the Sun-Maid raisin mascot.

Fuck it. Guess this is my life now. I'll just have to embrace being someone who looks like they've had an aggressive encounter with a bag of Doritos. As long as nobody asks about my hobbies, I'm golden. "What do I do for fun? Oh, you know, just the usual - amateur finger painting, intimate encounters with spray tan, casual citrus-themed murder..."

#diary #blood #stain

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julisebeautytherapy · 1 year ago

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purifyskinclinic · 2 years ago

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sailoryooons · 2 years ago

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You DTF? | pjm | (m)

☾ Pairing: Jimin x female reader

☾ Summary: You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong?

☾ Word Count: 10,233

☾ Genre: Smut, pwp, strangers to one-night stand

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Recreational drinking, Jimin being a total tool, cringe-worthy dialogue, explicit language, fuck boy Jimin is it’s own warning, 2009 slang should be a warning because it is literally so cringey, Jimin is quite literally doing the jerk and reader is totally buying it, literally these two are so cringe, sexually explicit content including oral (f. and m. receiving), some nipple play, a lot of spit description idk, big dig Jimin, throat fucking, unprotected vagina sex, Jimin bein an idiot and combing reader not to use a condom, reader is equally stupid cause she wants to get fucked, Jimin accidentally cumming inside, hittin' it from the back, cringe dirty talk, finger blasting (lmfao), Jimin occasionally hitting reader's cervix, they're like a little toxic idk, this is like the most hilarious thing I've ever written, Jimin does coke right on reader's counter cause he has to keep his stmania okay, Jimin is insensitive a lot

☾ Published: September 4, 2022

☾ A/N: This is both the best and the worst thing I have ever written. There are some light-toxic themes and some ignorant dialogue and behavior between the two of them because they're both bimbos drunk in 2009. The writing is supposed to be a little cringe but I may have gone overboard. Also I wrote this in two days idk what kind drugs I was on (amoxicillin and mucinex) but here is the wildly ridiculous and hilarious fic for a collab that no one asked for but we did anyways. Very very happy to share this trash idea with Jai and M 🥺

Special thanks to @here2bbtstrash for helping me edit because I was in a rush and at one point wrote that reader's head opened in the middle of sex. We don't know what I was talking about but happy halloween, reader's head was about to be posted splitting open in bed adkjadjdkja

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“So are you actually going to try and get fucked in that outfit or is it going to go to waste?” Tiffany asks as she sprays several pumps of Bath and Body Works Japanese Blossom all over herself. You cough as the sweet-smelling mist chokes you. She already has the lotion on. “You look hot, capital h-a-w-t.”

The mirror of the hotel room is a little dirty - there is backsplash from the faucet staining the glass and some tiny dots of toothpaste. And you can definitely see Nicole’s fake tan staining the bottom corner after spraying her St. Tropez all over.

You see Tiffany’s point about the outfit being wasted on you in a way. Low-rise, light-wash Lucky Brand jeans sans button, with the zipper pulled down just the slightest at Nicole’s behest. A shirt that was harder to get on than you think it will be to get off, made out of skin-tight pink fabric that only reaches your midsection, and even then, has a massive cutout over your abs.

“Not this again,” you sigh, nervously playing with the belly button ring you had pierced the year before. A cute little Playboy bunny swings back and forth, hot pink rhinestones matching your shirt.

“Yes, this again. You look so fucking hot tonight. A one-night stand will not kill you. It’s Labor Day. Please live a little.” Tiffany decides she has contributed to pollution enough, snapping the cap on her perfume bottle to turn around and face you. “You’re not in a relationship anymore. It’s time to be a slut.”

“Yeeeeaaah be a slut!” Nicole yells, running into the room and grabbing you by the hips, slamming your ass into her crotch several times to crudely depict being fucked from behind. Her jean shorts are impossibly tight, red thong peeking out the sides. “It’s so much funner.”

“Funner isn’t a word.”

“God shut the fuck up for two seconds and be a hot idiot like Paris Hilton.”

Pushing your friend away, you nod. You love them and you know they’re right. You’re single and hot, and there are countless clubs all over with hot, single guys. You’ve never had a one-night stand, having been in a long-term relationship all throughout college until recently, and now you’re where single people come to get laid and you… have a night left to do it.

Tiffany’s iPod blasts in the living room of the hotel room. There are empty cups all over the counter, sticky and sweet smelling from the liquor and mixers spelled on most surfaces. You go to the fridge, pulling out a can of pineapple juice.

Nicole gasps when she sees you reach for the bottle of Malibu on the counter. “WAIT! We need the song!”

She rushes to the iHome, bending over the counter. She flips the song to Caribou Lou, wiggling her ass back and forth before she stands straight and points at you and the bottle of Malibu in your hands.

“151 rum, pineapple juice and malibu caribou get them all numb!” she screams, making you smile.

Despite their earlier jesting, you relax as you mix drinks, singing along to the throwback while shaking your ass. The zipper on your jeans moves a few times, but you’re careful not to let your vagina make a surprise appearance. With how low-cut the jeans are, Tiffany had convinced you not to wear underwear.

Which was more of a reason to get laid.

The drink is sweet and easy to drink. You scroll through your messages on BBM but otherwise give your attention to playing flip cup with your two best friends, determined to get just a little bit tipsy before you head out to the bars.

The hotel isn’t very far away from all of the live entertainment. It’s within walking distance which saves a ton of money on cabs, but it is a nightmare for your feet the last three nights you’ve stumbled home in wedges. Nicole even broke one of her heels, walking home on uneven feet like a seesaw.

When you’ve decided that you’ve pregamed enough, you and your friends teeter to the elevator and down through the lobby. Outside, the balmy air kisses your skin. A creamsicle sky has faded to black and you can see the lights of the entertainment district and hear the faint thunder of music from clubs with open doors and windows.

You scrunch your nose when Nicole lights a cigarette on your walk. You smell the crackling menthol of her Newport as she takes a drag, hoarsely laughing at a group of men who catcall you from a sports bar as you walk by. You flick your hair over your shoulder, rolling your eyes.

As if it were that easy.

Labor Day is in full swing around you. The street has barricades to open up to foot traffic only, and they’ve relaxed open container laws. There are a few food vendors on the road, people lined up to grab a quick slice of pizza or hot dogs to settle their tequila-churned stomachs.

A breeze makes your hair dance. It smells like fried food and a hint of salt from the ocean. It carries something else on it - a taste of something wild. You’re here with your friends on a vacation that you had originally planned to take with your boyfriend.

You can recognize now that it would have been a disaster. The two of you in a partying scene meant for singles would have signed your doom. But the end had come sooner than that when you found him with his dick down some girl's throat when you came home early from work.

In hindsight, you always knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship. But you liked the way he called you baby, the way he peppered you with kisses to make you a little less angry at him, and the way that he made you feel when you weren’t fighting.

And you definitely like the way he drove his Escalade, and the fact that he could afford to take you places like the restaurant in the St. Regis and you stayed in lofty rooms at the Ritz Carlton while vacationing.

Still. There had been a lot missing, namely in the bedroom, which is exactly why Tiffany and Nicole have been on your ass about at least trying to experience a one-night stand. They wanted you to expand your horizons, to learn what you do and don’t like, and to maybe stumble on someone who could actually make you cum more than two times out of ten.

The first bar makes you lose a little hope. House music thumps loudly over the speakers. Jean-clad partygoers surround you, some on the dance floor shuffling their feet while maintaining a grip on sweating glasses and nodding their heads as the DJ thrusts a fist in the air. It’s not your type of club, but Nicole hits it off with someone in a larger group of people.

You exist on the edge of the conversation, picking at the slice of wilted pineapple in your drink as you watch the way Nicole plays her game. She’s excellent at flirting - a coy smile as she leans in to say something over the pumping music, balancing herself with a hand on his arm, swagging at his chest when he makes a funny joke.

It would be easy for you too if you thought any of the men were worth your time. They all look the same: bright polo, khaki shorts, hair gelled up. You want to tell them that Connecticut casual isn’t an outfit to the bar, but you say nothing, examining your nails for a while instead.

One of the guys starts talking to you - Ben, you think his name might be. You bob your head to the music, listening as he explains what he does as a private financial advisor. Your eyes slip over every detail of his outfit: fitted Abercombie polo with the collar popped, khaki pants paired with brown sandals, a white shell necklace wrapped around a sunburned throat, and a tattoo of his former fraternity peeking from his sleeve on his bicep.

Whatever Ben is saying, you’re not listening. You’re almost positive that Ben fucks the way he dresses: generically.

If you’re looking to experience something different, Ben - maybe Brian - isn’t it. You fucked Ben-Brians in college and they were as boring at sex as your ex-boyfriend was, except they couldn’t afford stone crab claws.

Everyone shifts to a new bar. You’ve molded your groups together, Ben or Brian - you’re starting to think maybe it’s Brad - is still by your elbow. You can sense he’s having a good time and you wish you were too. So you down a few shots at the next bar, loosening your limbs a little and making you a little less judgmental.

Brad is okay. Not your type and he smells like Crest Whitestrips, but he’s more bearable now that you’ve switched from Pina Coladas to Tequila Sunsets. You nibble the stem of a cherry, enjoying this club much better than the last. The music is more hip hop and pop, familiar songs making you bob your head and sway your hips a little more.

Sweat makes your skin sticky. You shift to stand underneath the air vent by the bar a little more, but you misplace your wedge, knocking yourself off balance. Ben-Brian-Brad catches your arm and steadies you. Slides in closer. His mint breath fans your face and you blink up at him. For a split second, you consider if you were too harsh on his judgment earlier. Maybe he could surprise you. He seems easy enough to please and like it wouldn’t be hard work, and he’s already trying to win you over…

Your eyes slide past him for a second and your gaze stays fixed on the man you see coming down the stairs into the club.

It’s nearly impossible to tear your gaze away once you see him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, laughing at something the man next to him says. He’s in dark jeans with bleached patches highlighting the material, a fitted Love Kills Slowly shirt by Ed Hardy, and even from a distance, you can see the glittering earrings in his ears.

He’s beautiful. Full lips pulling into a smirk as he winks at people he walks past. Brad rights you, asking you something but you don’t hear him, staring at the man across the bar who leans on the counter. He’s helped immediately, two bartenders drifting to a siren as they stare at him.

As though he senses your gaze, the man looks at you and your face goes red. His eyes are seductive, narrowed a bit as he checks you out shamelessly. Dark hair gelled back perfectly. A jaw that is both elegant and dangerous. He stands out among the rest of the partiers, his features an exquisite blend of feminine and masculine.

Your line of sight is cut off when Brad leans forward on the sticky countertop to order more drinks. You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. Your hands are a little shaky. Whoever that man is looks more your type, but the Ben-Brian-Brads of the world are much easier.

So you accept the new drink, sipping it and turning your back to the bar. And when you’re coaxed onto the dance floor, all disjointed limbs and sweating bodies, you forget about the Love Kills Slowly man and focus on the way you feel - dreamy and soft with the buzz of tequila in your veins.

A song you vaguely recognize plays in the background. You sway your hips, ass pressed against Ben’s crotch with his hands gripped tightly on your sides. He sways you back and forth, less like a dance and more like an erratic pendulum that can’t find its rhythm. Ben’s dancing is less than impressive, and you start to think that your earlier thoughts about his skill in bed might be right.

Tiffany laces your fingers with hers as she dances in front of you, pulling you away from Brian’s greedy hands to press your front against hers, letting you grind against her. You tilt your head back. Fog fills the air, lights dancing across the ceiling. It smells like the sticky-sweet of the machines used to make the fog, a tinge of sweat.

Nicole interrupts your dancing. Your legs ache a little, pieces of hair stuck to the nape of your neck as she bounces up and down yelling, “You have got to see this guy.”

You and Tiffany laugh as Nicole pulls you, the press of bodies jostling you back and forth as you try to catch a rhythm to move through the crowd. When you break the barrier and come out on the other side, your brows shoot up at the scene in front of you.

The Love Kills Slowly guy is posing next to a girl who points at his exposed six-pack and holy shit his body is insane. Perfectly cut abs, a solid v-line dipping into pants that fit his narrow waist. He holds the shirt up with a thumb, sticking out his tongue as the flash on the camera goes off. You can’t help but think his tongue is devilishly long.

Up close, he’s even hotter than you thought. You stare at him as the girl who took the picture flirts with them. There is a gaggle of men and women surrounding him, a flock of geese looking upon the swan longingly.

“He is the hottest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Tiffany giggles. “We should totes get a picture with this dude.”

“Why, is he famous?” You ask, watching as he nods and lets the girl touch his abs. God. What a tool. “He loves being the center of attention, it looks like.”

“So? He’s probably a model. I mean look at that. Come on.”

Tiffany yanks you and Nicole. You resist, stumbling over as she inserts herself into the conversation. He smiles at her, dazzling as he raises a brow at whatever she says. You pull your hand away from her and take a step back. You will not throw yourself at the Adonis in front of you.

You pivot away from them, staring out over the open crowd. You don’t enjoy the way Tiffany and Nicole giggle, sweet as the simple syrup on the bar over this new stranger. They make it too easy, and you don’t enjoy the idea of melting for someone just because they’re hot. Even if they’re model hot.

And what kind of model wears Ed Hardy?

At first, Tiffany and Love Kills Slowly chat animatedly. That makes sense - she has a way with people and she’s an excellent flirt. When your name is called the first time, you think you imagine it so you stay bobbing your head to the Ke$ha song, minding your business. When it’s said a second time, you glance at them from the corner of your eye.

“You’re being rude,” Tiffany asserts, glaring at you. You feel your eye twitch as she touches an open nerve. You’re not rude - you’re bored and your drunk friend cannot tell the difference. “This is Jimin. I was right, he is a model.”

“That’s nice.”

Jimin’s eyes are on you and your stomach flips. You pick at the french manicure on your freshly done acrylics, thinking that the attention will pass you any moment now. But you feel Jimin’s eyes on you and you sense when he leans forward past Tiffany, ducking his head to level the most intense pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen at you.

“What?” He asked. “Don’t like models?”

“Not one that wears Ed Hardy,” you answer honestly. Your words come out a little stiff. You feel your arm tighten, squeezing your clutch that’s wedged in your armpit. “Shouldn’t you be in like… Armani or something?”

“You’re uptight.”

“Thanks.”

He frowns. “Loosen up.” He looks at your empty hands. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

“Why?” Jimin moves past Tiffany entirely, offering a hand and a smirk that almost makes your mouth pop open. Your heart does a tiny flip - you can’t help it. He is stupid beautiful. “I am drinking.”

“Your hands look a little empty to me.” He grabs one of your hands, linking your fingers and tugging. “Okay, one hand full. Let’s put some goose to make you loose in the other.”

You’re speechless as he tugs you along. Tiffany squeals a little, she and Nicole both on your heels.

People make room for Jimin at the bar. You watch the way people look at him. He drops your hand to dig a hand into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans for a credit card. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he looks at you.

“What’s your drink, baby?”

“I’m not your baby.”

The quip comes out before you can stop it. Tiffany smacks your arm and makes a noise behind you. You ignore her, staring at him pointedly.

“Mmm she’s a brat. I like that. Your drink?” Jimin prompts again with a smile, undeterred.

“Um. Anything with Tequila.”

“A girl after my own heart. You wanna do shots?”

“Yes!” Nicole and Tiffany both squeal. He smiles at them briefly, but his eyes drag back to you.

You stare. Jimin has a dark lash line, making his eyes more enchanting. He bites his bottom lip, letting his eyes drop down to your exposed midriff before dragging his eyes back up again, raising a brow in a question.

He’s only buying shots if you want one.

You shrug a shoulder, nonchalant. He grins and asks the bartender for chilled Patron shots with training wheels. With his back turned, you smirk, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as you look away from Jimin and spot the group of men you were with earlier looking in your direction, murmuring amongst themselves.

Turning quickly before you can make eye contact with Ben-Brian-Brad, you find yourself face to face with Jimin once again. He leans on the bar with one elbow, head tilted as he studies you. His attention makes you feel warm and drunker than you already are.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he points out as the bartender sets four glasses of blanco tequila in front of you, rimmed with salt and garnished with a lime wedge. He picks up two glasses and hands them to Nicole and Tiffany’s hands as you give him your name. “Cute. You’re cute.”

“Thank you.”

Jimin lifts his glass in your direction. “Salude.”

You watch, mouth parted slightly as Jimin’s tongue curls out of his mouth, licking the rim of the shot glass slowly. His eyes don’t leave yours, even when he’s finished the rim and tosses the tequila back before biting into the lime. A tiny bit of lime juice runs down his chin, your eyes following the trail. His tongue darts out to snatch it.

“Come on,” he purrs. “Your turn.”

Your mouth is dry. You quickly lick the salted rim, barely making it around before tossing the shot back and squeezing your eyes shut as it burns down the back of your throat. You bite into the lime wedge, the sour taste helping ease the burn.

Juice runs down your chin. Before you can wipe it, Jimin’s hand darts out, a thumb brushing across your skin to catch it. He removes his hand, lips twitching upward slightly as he absently sucks the juice from his thumb and turns to the bartender to order two tequila sours.

“Are you on vacation?” he asks and you nod your head, a little dizzy from the shot and from him. The group of men from earlier has shuffled back toward your group, Nicole and Tiffany reluctantly shifting attention from Jimin to the men they were talking to previously. “Same. I have no idea where my friends are, I think they left me.” He slides a drink toward you. “You won’t leave me, right?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re nice or not. I like nice guys.”

He sips his drink, leering at you over the rim of the glass. “I’m a nice guy. At least, for you.” He nods his head toward the group of guys. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Would you care if I did?”

He throws his head back to laugh, throat covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looks at you over the glass, the first genuine smile not filled with something lingering on lust that he gives you. “No, but you told me to be nice.”

That makes you smile a bit. You bite your lip, trying to hide it, and decide to sip the drink. It’s good - strong - but good. “You seem like the type who wouldn’t care.”

“Awe don’t hurt my feelings. You’re like one of the hottest girls in here and I’m into it. If I had to ignore a ring or a boyfriend, I would. Is that so bad?” You shrug, sipping on the drink. You don’t know what to say.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t really seem to care. You think perhaps he likes hearing himself talk. It works out. Jimin fills the conversation with the normal what do you do and what do you like? You don’t miss the way he leans in toward you, or the way he glances at your mouth.

Still, you’re a little rigid. Your sentences aren’t as smooth and practiced as his. He doesn’t seem to care, shuffling a little close to you as the bar fills up with people. He smells like Axe Essence and the 5 gum he’s popped into his mouth between drinks.

“Trying to quit coke,” he snickers when he sticks another piece of gum in his mouth. “Got some bad press for it during last fashion week and my agency keeps threatening to drop me even though it's obviously a pre-fucking-requisite to walk for McQueen.”

“And chewing gum helps with that?”

“Not really, but it gives my mouth something to do and it soothes the muscle memory of hand to face.”

“Smart.”

“You look incredible by the way.” That makes you blush, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and ducking your head. Jimin chuckles, tapping your chin lightly with a finger to make you look back up at him. “Cute.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re a bit of a spoiled brat, huh?” That makes you frown and pull away. He whines, hands chasing your shoulders to draw you closer to him. “Stop. I like that. It means you have high standards and good taste.”

You hum, finishing the rest of your drink. You’re properly drunk now, the room tilting a little bit as a giggle escapes you when Jimin looks at you. He laughs back, sliding a glass of water over to you after he takes a few sips.

The water is refreshing. Your skin feels warm all over and you move a little slower, looking around. The club is more packed than you remember and there are more bodies on the dance floor. You watch the way people move together, pressed up against one another and grinding to the music humming through the air.

Jimin follows your gaze, leaning closer to you and popping his gum in your ear. “Wanna dance?”

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He grins and pushes off the bar, sliding a hand around your waist to shift you in front of him. You look at him over your shoulder with narrowed eyes and he smiles, tucking you to his chest and sliding his chin on your shoulder.

“Coming through,” he calls, walking you both through the group behind you. Ben-Brian-Brad glares at you and you avert your eyes as Jimin guides you toward the dance floor, pads of his fingers pressed firming into your hips and scouring marks into your skin. “Tool in the polo definitely has a small dick.”

You giggle as you peel apart, Jimin catching your hand as you turn to face him, pulling him with you. “What makes you say that?”

“His fucking collar is popped, baby.”

“I think he’s mad at me,” you admit.

“You’re way out of his league.”

“That’s true.”

Jimin wraps his hands around your wrist and yanks you to him. You gasp, stumbling as your chests press together. He slots a thigh between your legs, making you freeze for a moment as the music slows a bit. Jimin’s hands are confident where they settle on your waist, moving your hips in a soft rhythm as he begins to move.

Instincts take over. You wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck, letting him press his forehead against yours as he stares you down. He’s no longer controlling your hips but letting you move against him naturally, both of your bodies in sync.

Jimin is an amazing dancer, never forcing you to sway too much or trying to control your movements awkwardly. He rolls his hips into you experimentally once and you gasp lightly, noses brushing together.

“You’re fucking hot,” he mumbles, his breath fanning your face.

“So are you.”

Your fingers slide through the dark, sweaty strands at the back of his neck. He lets out an appreciative noise, making your insides melt. Your eyes drop to his lips, slightly parted, slicked with gloss from his pink tongue darting out to wet them. You wonder how soft they must feel, and the way he used his tongue to lick the salt from the rim of the tequila glass makes you wonder what kissing him is like.

You don’t have to wonder long. Jimin notices you staring. Gives you a wolfish grin. You think he looks wicked in the low light, all sharp eyes with a cunning smile.

And then he’s kissing you.

You make a sound of surprise, but it’s swallowed in his warm, minty mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he presses the small of your back so that you’re impossibly closer.

It’s easy to forget you’re in the middle of the dance floor. Jimin’s mouth moves slowly against yours, sucking your bottom lip greedily as he pulls away for a split second. Before you can chase his lips with yours, he’s kissing you again, with a little more vigor and a curious tongue that swipes the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth to him and Jimin consumes you. You’re spinning, holding onto him for dear life as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, you knew his tongue would be good. It makes you light-headed as he licks into your mouth, fingers clawing at you as a whine escapes his throat.

Suddenly the kiss breaks. You blink up at him, stars in your eyes and cotton-fuzz thoughts, lost in him. Jimin isn’t looking at you though, he’s looking at the DJ and yelling, pointing over your head as he detaches from you.

“This is my fucking song,” he yells at you, as though he hadn’t been tongue fucking your mouth a moment ago. You look at him, dazed and confused. He notices and pops a kiss on your mouth. “God, you're needy. Don’t pout, I’ll kiss you more after.”

“What makes you think I want to kiss you more?”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans forward and kisses you once. Twice. It’s sweet and leaves your mind scattered as he guides you backward slightly before smacking your ass lightly.

“Watch,” he instructs. “And try not to be a brat about it, yeah?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Jerk by New Boyz is on in the background. Jimin sweeps his arms, backing people away before he starts walking quickly in a circle, bobbing his head to the music and making room for his little show.

A circle clears in the middle of the dance floor. You cross your arms with raised brows, Michael Kors clutch tucked in your armpit as you watch Jimin wave people back as the song plays. All eyes are on him, cheering as he nods and smirks at the crowd, turning to blow you a cheeky kiss.

You roll your eyes but smile anyways.

Jimin decides he has enough room and right as the chorus starts, he begins to hop and shuffle his feet backward then forward. The crowd goes wild, clapping their hands as he manages to execute the jerk without slipping on the beer and liquor-stained floor.

He spins and drops low, going down to the floor. The crowd yells for him, clapping and cheering him on as Jimin slowly works his way back up. His devious tongue is tucked against his plush upper lip, the hint of a smirk on his mouth.

More guys join the dancing, showing off their moves. Jimin, not one to be outshined, sticks his tongue out all the way, rolling his eyes back as he shakes his head and hooks a thumb in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a flawless set of abs, shining in the glittering lights.

The women go crazy as he laughs manically, gesturing to his impressive physique to the other dancers, who roll their eyes and back off. You’re jostled from side-to-side, rolling your eyes when Jimin drops his shirt and dances his way over to you, eyes looking you up and down.

You give him an unimpressed look, yawning and looking the other way as he grips your hips, fingers digging into your flesh through the jeans. “Come on,” he purrs. “Spoiled brat not impressed?”

You are. You just don’t want to be.

“Nope,” you say.

He crowds your space as the circle closes and the song changes. Jimin presses his hips against yours and your stomach drops. Your eyes snap back to his as his hands brush backward, squeezing the sides of your ass.

Jimin’s hot breath touches your lips. He smells like tequila and his cologne. He’s sweating through the Ed Hardy shirt, making it cling to the firm body underneath. Your toes curly slightly as you bite your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes.

“If that’s how good I dance,” Jimin murmurs, so close that his nose is touching yours. “Imagine how good I lay pipe.”

You cringe at the way he phrases it, but you’re intrigued. Your friends taunting you for your lack of sexual experience earlier replays in your mind. So you play along, raising a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him when someone knocks into you. He noses the line of your jaw, breath warm in your ear when he whispers. “So like… you DTF or what?”

“What?”

“You know, down to fuck. I’ve been wanting to fuck the shit out of you since I saw you staring at me across the bar.”

“I was not staring.”

“Shit, I would stare if I were you too, baby.”

You smack his shoulder, pulling away from him slightly. Your heart pounds in your rib cage as you stare at him. His eyes are expectant, waiting for your response.

Before your ex, you would have never thought to sleep with someone you just met at a bar. You know very little about Jimin besides the fact that he likes to hear himself talk, that he’s a little arrogant and that he is wildly, ridiculously hot.

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip, squeezing your hips to tell you he’s still waiting on an answer. The way your stomach flips and you already feel arousal at the cocky way he asserts himself tells you what you want to say.

“I think so…”

“You think so or you know so?” Your mouth is dry and you don’t know what to say, so you shrug. He seems to read you. “You never went home with a guy at a bar before?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whines, sliding his hands in your back pockets. “I’ll be really sweet.”

“Yeah?”

He leans down, nudging his nose with yours. You laugh, leaning back a bit but Jimin is persistent, chasing the intimate contact. “Yeah. I’ll even make sure you cum first.”

“We’ll see.” His hands squeeze your ass through your pockets. “My place or-“

“Yours. My friends are stupid fucks.”

Sliding your hand in his, you pull Jimin along. He presses himself close to your back when you walk, sticking the hand not holding yours in your pocket to give your ass an experimental poke. You hiss at him but end up giggling when he wags his eyebrows up and down.

You find Tiffany and Nicole dancing with the original group of guys. Ben-Brian-Brad is glaring at you openly now, and Jimin is pressed behind you so close that you can feel the cool metal of his zipper on your lower back.

Tiffany and Nicole assure you they’re going to another club and will go to the beach house that the guy group is staying at. With gloss-stain cheek kisses and goodbyes, you leave them dancing as Jimin wraps a hand around your waist, gluing you together as you stumble out into the night.

The strip of bars is full of people. Cool air kisses your skin, making you moan in relief a bit as you begin walking toward your hotel. Your steps are uneven, you and Jimin pushing one another back and forth as you try to navigate your way home. You stumble a little too far when he presses a kiss to your neck, leaning on you too much for your drunk weight to bear and sending you several steps.

“Owww,” you whine. “That hurt my ankle. I’m in heels and my feet hurt, Jimin.” You drop his hand and look up at him, sticking out your bottom lip in an animated pout. “Give me a piggyback ride.”

“Hmmm. What do I get in return?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you ride my back, I need to… ride you.”

You roll your eyes. “I already told you I’ll have sex with you, idiot.”

“Yeah but I could really use a good blow job.”

You scrunch your nose. “Fine.”

Jimin grins, letting go of you to squat and look over his shoulder at you, eyes glittering. “All aboard the Park express. Next stop: pound town.”

Huffing, you place either hand on Jimin’s shoulders and jump a little. He catches you easily, hands gripping your thighs firmly. You shiver at the feeling of his hands. Jimin straightens and you wrap your arms around his neck, settling your chin over his right shoulder.

“You’re kind of a jerk-off, huh?”

He grins as he starts to walk. “A little. But you’re kind of a bitch, so I think it works.”

You hum - he has a point.

The piggyback ride is just as dangerous as the walk. Jimin walks crooked sometimes, only for you to yell and smack his shoulder to send him back in a straight line. He gets distracted by a pizza stand which makes you flick his ear. And when you’re finally in front of the automatic double doors to your hotel, he is gasping for air and immediately sags against the elevator wall.

“You’re fuckin’ heavy.”

“That is so rude.”

“Baby, I am wasted and I haven’t done coke in like a week. It’s not you - it’s me.”

“What a cheesy line.”

“Speaking of.” His hand feels around his back pocket before dipping into the fabric and removing a tiny Altoid tin. “My sobriety will not come at the expense of me cumming early. I’m going to need a little extra to fuck you right.”

“Thought you were quitting?”

“I mean, do you want me to get my dick up?” The elevator opens and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand. “And now you’re laughing at me? Baby you’re going to hurt my feelings.”

“Sorry, it was just funny. Do whatever you want. You promised to make me cum first.”

“Never had a guy who did that?”

“Nope.”

Jimin makes a disgusted noise as you swipe the hotel key card in the reader. It flashes green and you swing the door open into the freezing room. It’s a little disheveled, but it’s at least not an embarrassing display of the room. You’re suddenly thrilled that it’s a suite with two rooms.

The door clicks behind you and Jimin slides closer to you, pulling you by the belt loops. You’re prepared for his kiss this time, opening your mouth the second his soft lips meet yours. It’s sloppy and wet, Jimin sucking your bottom lip hungrily as he pulls your belt loops a little harder.

Carefully, Jimin walks you backward. He taps the side of your thighs and dips down as you jump. He catches your legs, hauling you the rest of the way onto the island counter where you spread your legs for him.

Jimin slots himself between your thighs easily. At this height, you’re more on his level, but Jimin leans into you, pushing you back slightly as he controls the kiss. It’s more eager and demanding than the one in the club, Jimin sucking on your tongue and licking the rough of your mouth experimentally.

Planting his hands on either side of your ass on the counter, Jimin trails kisses along your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and you become breathy. His mouth is noisy and wet against your skin, sucking at the tender flesh under your ear gently before biting lightly. The pinch of skin makes you moan, the sound lost in the lighting above the counter.

“So fucking pretty,” Jimin murmurs, continuing his assault with his mouth. His tongue is just as dangerous, licking over each bite he places as he drifts to your collarbone. “You want a line?”

You shake your head no. He presses closed-mouth kisses back up your neck until he’s straightened out to be eye-level. He brushes your nose with his. Sticks his tongue out and watches you expectantly. You tentatively stick yours out too, making a squeal when his tongue licks at yours.

“Weirdo,” you murmur, cheeks heated and shivering when he pulls away from you to pop open the Altoid tin. There’s a tiny plastic bag inside, sealing the white powder. “You like using tongue.”

Jimin hums in agreement as he stays between your legs, untwisting the bag. “I have a good tongue,” he says as he leans over, dumping a little onto the counter. You watch wordlessly. “I like to eat pussy too.”

You nearly lay back on the counter and ascend to heaven right there. No one has been so open and bold with you when speaking about sexual acts. And the fact that he says it so casually as he looks around for something flat with an edge makes you dizzy. You produce the room key and he grins, kissing your nose once before he takes it and cuts the powder into two, thin white lines.

“Do you need a bill too?” you joke. He shakes his head and pulls out a dollar bill that looks like it was once crisp but has been rolled over and over and over, making it look soft and pliant. “You don’t use hundreds?”

“I’m a model,” he grunts. “Not a Kardashian.”

That makes you laugh.

Jimin’s fingers are practiced as he rolls the bill. You can’t help but stare at the rings that you did not notice before, each one placed on a delicate finger. He has nice hands, veins jumping as he places one hand on the counter to hold himself up as the other holds the rolled bill.

Your knees squeeze his sides a bit as Jimin does the first line. It’s loud in the apartment with just the sound of his sharp inhaling, so you lean a bit to hit the iPod on the iHome dock, flicking through the touchscreen to find a song you like.

You settle on a playlist Tiffany has loaded in called Party Jamz. She Wolf starts playing loudly, drowning out the sound of Jimin finishing his second line as you hit the volume button a few times to lower it.

Straightening, you come face to face with Jimin as he wipes his nose a bit, taking a few sharp inhales. He runs his tongue along the edge of the room key before swiping his finger through the residue on the counter. There’s not much coke on the pad of his thumb, but he holds it to your mouth, watching.

Obediently, you open your mouth. He slides his thumb under your upper lip, rubbing gently on your gums. You taste how bitter the drug is, making a bit of a face that makes him giggle as he removes his finger from your mouth, sucking the thumb into his mouth briefly.

“You want a glass of water?”

You nod and he vanishes from in between your legs. He sings to himself as he grabs glasses and goes to the fridge, the ice machine loud above the music. You watch him with heavy eyes, your body feeling a little like liquid from all the tequila.

He reappears, holding a glass of water to your lips. He tilts it carefully as he drinks his own, dark eyes watching you. You sip carefully, the water cool and refreshing as he continues to tip the glass. A bead of water runs down your chin and neck.

Jimin is fast. He sets down both cups of water and surges forward, tongue chasing the bead of liquid as it runs down your throat. You lean backward, keeping yourself up with your palms planted on the cool counter as Jimin kisses and bites your neck. A moan escapes your mouth and absently, you’re glad you chose Jimin to go home with you.

You grab Jimin by his face, pulling kiss-bitten lips to yours and devouring him whole. He grunts in appreciation, mouth cooled by the water as his tongue dances with yours. His handles are not idle, rubbing up and down your jean-clad thighs, alternating between the gentle press of fingers and pointed drag of nails.

Jimin’s kissing is like nothing else you’ve had before. He’s skilled, leading you between fast, hungry clashing of teeth and tongue and slow, languid movements. You’re dizzy with him, a buzz of electricity under your skin and heat pooling in your stomach long before his hands dip to your zipper, pulling the metal down.

Eager hands slide to your hips where Jimin gathers the fabric. Your kiss breaks momentarily, a single line of spit connecting you for a second before you lift your ass off the counter, letting Jimin pull harshly at your pants. The fabric slides, making him cuss out loud when he realizes you’re not wearing underwear.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, tossing your jeans and pressing your thighs open. You shiver as the cold air hits your pussy. Jimin’s eyes are hungry as he drags a thumb up the center of your glossy folds, a high-pitched sound leaving you. “Spoiled brat wearing no underwear? You’re just dying to have this pussy fucked, huh?”

“Please.”

“Hmm.” Jimin presses his thumb into your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head. The pressure sends a shiver through you, sparking every nerve in your body as he barely wiggles his thumb back and forth. “Shit you’re so sensitive. Gonna scream while I eat you out?”

“Maybe.”

His thumb slides lower, teasing your clenching hole. You open your eyes, head heavy as you look at him. He’s slid down to his knees, looking up at you through long lashes with a smirk on his face. Your shirt is still on, but you don’t even care. Jimin’s hot breath is on your inner thighs as he bites your flesh softly, making your legs try to close.

“Don’t suffocate me,” he chastises you. “Wanna fuckin’ taste though.”

Everything turns to white noise as Jimin leans forward, running his long tongue from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit. You seize forward, gasping for air and clenching your fists as he pins your legs harder. Your muscles strain, the stretch a little painful but the good kind paired with the way he licks you slowly.

Your blood turns into melted metal. You go boneless, laying back on the counter, knocking over cups, sending them scattering. You knock into the iHome, the iPod coming disconnected and cutting off the music. It doesn’t matter. Now you can hear the way Jimin sucks at your clit, making you moan loudly.

From the moment you saw his tongue, you wondered what it would be like. You pictured nothing like this. Jimin eats you out slowly, tongue curious yet lazy as he circles your clit in a steady rhythm before sucking your bud into his mouth and squeezing with his lips lightly.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whisper, voice hoarse from disuse. One of your hands falls across your eyes, blocking the light from the ceiling as Jimin splays you open for his mouth to explore. You’re panting, the other hand threading through his hair, gel making it easier to grab onto. “Feels so fucking good.”

And it does.

“Tastes so sweet,” he mumbles, pulling away with a lewd, loud suck on your clit. “Your pretty little hole is just fucking dripping. Gonna fuck you open with my fingers to get you nice and stretched for me.”

You can’t come up with a verbal response. Something like a whine and hum of agreement slips out. Your hips twitch as his mouth turns firmer, tongue flicking over your clit quickly followed by his lips sucking at your wet hole.

There has never been a time someone enjoyed themselves so much while paying attention to your pleasure. Jimin is skilled and focused on bringing his fingers into the action. You feel him slowly trace the rim of your entrance with his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make you curse and squirm but not enough to slide in.

It fucking aches. Your fingers tighten in his hair, begging him to make you feel fuller. Jimin chuckles, the vibrations going straight through you, your muscles spasming.

Slowly, Jimin adds a single finger, the slide relieving some of the tension directly in your pussy. You let out a soft breath, sagging on the counter as he matches the gentle in-and-out of his finger with the steady licking of his tongue on your clit.

The tight feeling of your orgasm is winding like a spring in your stomach. You can feel it, the pressure building and so compact that you struggle to breathe, finding yourself gasping for air when Jimin adds another finger to the mix. He applies pressure right against your front wall, pressing that spot that has you seeing stars.

You might be babbling now. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth. Stars are dancing behind your eyes and you struggle to remember not to hold your breath, to try and regulate your breathing as he increases speed. He’s messy now, sucking and licking and rubbing his nose against your clit. Jimin uses his entire face to get you off and you’re spiraling.

It all happens at once. A deep breath in. Held tight in your chest, muscles seizing and your body going rigid. Jimin’s fingers push against your g-spot hard as he sucks your clit into his mouth and you scream.

Your orgasm snaps in half, everything going loose at once. You feel yourself clench around his fingers, so tight that Jimin pauses his movements, tongue licking at your sensitive pussy gently as you shake. Your hands cover your face now, breathing rapidly into your palms as the room fills with white noise.

After a moment, your muscles start to relax. Jimin gives an experimental thrust with his fingers and you whine, making him laugh.

“God, you came so fucking hard,” he growls from between your legs. He gently pulls his fingers from you, making you protest and drop your hands from your face. You open your eyes as the room spins, lifting your head to look where Jimin now stands between your legs. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, smirking around them. “Mmm. You’re a creamer. I like that.”

You have no response for him. He doesn’t need one. Jimin lifts you from the counter and for a moment, the world tilts dangerously on its axis and you think you might vomit. The spinning is short-lived as he carries you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed hard enough to make you bounce.

“Jesus Christ, Jimin,” you mumble, righting yourself in the sheets. He laughs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it. Your eyes zero in on his body and your mind goes blank. “Jesus Christ, Jimin.”

“Jesus had nothing to do with this.” He smacks his abs with a hand. “This is creatine, determination, and seven days a week at the gym, baby.”

Jimin flexes his stomach. His chest and abs are toned and well-defined. The low lighting of the bar had done him an injustice that is rectified in the lamp light of the bedroom. There’s a black tattoo on his ribcage that you can’t read, but think looks really good on him anyway.

Jeans slung low on his hips, Jimin shuffles over to the bed. You can see his dick straining against his pants. When he leans over to catch your lips with his, your hand immediately goes to his crotch, gripping gently through the material. He moans into your mouth, the kiss full of spit and your essence.

From the way your hand presses against his straining cock, you can tell Jimin is big. With nervous hands, you pull at his zipper. He pulls away for a moment, leaving you frowning and confused.

“How do you get this fucking shirt off,” he mumbles, sliding a finger under the strap going across your stomach. “It’s confusing.”

“Like a normal shirt,” you giggle.

“Like a normal shirt,” he mimes in a high-pitched voice. “Off. Wanna see those fucking tits.”

Leaning forward, you help Jimin pull your shirt off, followed by the pink bra with a little bow in the middle. He doesn’t seem to have an appreciation for lingerie, immediately pushing you down by your sternum once you’re fully naked so he can lavish your chest with his mouth.

Jimin’s mouth is always hungry. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, making you gasp and forget that you had been trying to get his pants off. You go limp as his tongue flicks over your pert bud experimentally, his other hand tweaking the opposite peak. Both bring out a response, eliciting a grin from him.

Remembering that Jimin is still in jeans, your hands surge forward, pulling at the zipper. You can see Calvin Klein briefs peaking just out the top of his jeans. With the zipper undone, there’s enough room for you to slide your hand in and grip Jimin’s cock firmly over the fabric of his briefs.

“Shit,” he moans, head resting in the valley of your breasts. “Come on, take my cock out. Wanna stuff that mouth of yours full.”

You don’t hesitate. You help Jimin out of his jeans, momentarily distracted by his powerful thighs and the way they flex as he bends to pull his briefs down. Your mouth goes dry as his heavy cock bobs against his navel when he’s free of his briefs.

Jimin might be a lithe model, but his cock is anything but.

Smooth, heavy, flushed-brown tip, and thick. Your hand goes for it as he crawls up the bed, straddling your waist and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. Your hand wraps around the velvet shaft, making him twitch a bit. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, watching you give an experimental stroke.

Jimin moans. It’s such a pretty sound. You shift under him to give yourself a better angle. Your hand drifts upward, collecting the pearly precum gathered at his tip. You spread it on his shaft on the downstroke, watching as Jimin’s eyes close, head falling back.

You gather spit in your mouth, letting go of his cock briefly. He looks down as if to chastise you, but before his comment can escape, you spit into your palm and bring it back up to his cock, giving a smooth stroke, grip firmer and more precise as you twist at the head.

“God,” he moans as you watch his muscles spasm in his abs. “Don’t just jerk me off like a middle schooler, put me in your mouth.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying. Just suck me off a bit first.”

You huff at his impatience.

Sliding further down the bed, Jimin meets you halfway, lowering a bit so that you can pull the tip of his cock into your mouth for an experimental suck. He curses and you grin, the saltiness on your tongue spurring you to take him in a little further.

It’s a vulnerable angle. Jimin can control the pace and fuck down into your mouth if he wants. Instead, he’s patient as you let the spit collect in your mouth, lifting your head to take a little more in your mouth each time.

Your tongue runs along the bottom of his shaft, providing a smooth glide as Jimin helps you out, sinking into your mouth a little more each time. He’s cursing and moaning above you, lost in the way you hollow your cheeks to provide better suction. You’re fascinated by the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and you realize he has a few freckles that are… endearing.

It’s a weird thing to notice, so you suck harder, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Jimin grows more needy, fucking into your mouth so that he’s controlling the pace. You adjust, letting your jaw go slack to accommodate the stretch - and it’s a difficult stretch - making sure to guard your teeth and to let your drool help the glide.

“Your mouth takes my cock so well,” he hums. “How about that throat? Can I fuck that too?”

You nod, which is difficult with a mouth full of Jimin’s precum and cock. He grits his teeth, grabbing the bottom of your jaw gently to adjust the angle and start fucking into your mouth in earnest.

Breathing is difficult - you remind yourself to try and breathe through your nose, letting out little sounds of euphoria around him that rile him up. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs, turned on by the way Jimin growls every time the tip kisses the back of your throat.

Once or twice your throat seizes up around him. He’s careful to pull out and let you breathe for a moment, spit and a little cum leaking down the sides of your mouth and down your chin, tears pooling in your eyes.

With one hand, Jimin slides the glossy tip of his cock through the mess on your chin before tracing your lips a few times, smearing the mess over your swollen mouth.

“Lipstick,” he murmurs, nearly ruining the moment.

Before you can reply, Jimin slides his cock back into the heat of your mouth, sighing in relief as he starts to thrust in earnest again.

Just as the crown of his cock starts to brush the deeper part of your throat, Jimin pulls out, cursing. “Need to fuck this messy pussy of yours or I’ll bust,” he growls. “Turn over for me. Let me see that pretty ass.”

Crawling from underneath him, you do as he says, too eager to care that he’s bossing you around. Your limbs are trembling as you prop yourself up on your knees, ass in the air and chest and head pressed to the bed. You look at him sideways, cheek on the mattress as he settles behind you, hands kneading the fat of your ass, giving you experimental squeezes.

It feels nice, the way his hands soothe your muscles and skate over soft flesh. He gives you an experimental slap and you squeal, making him grin.

“Gunna rearrange your fucking guts,” he murmurs, grabbing the base of his cock.

“Wait - condom?”

He gives you a look. “What? Are we in middle school? I’m not fucking you with a condom, I won’t feel shit.”

“What? How do I know if you’re clean?”

“Um, does it look like I have something?”

“You can’t always tell.”

“Well, I don’t have a condom.”

You pause, glaring at him. Neither one of you moves. “Okay, well then pull out.”

He scoffs. “Obviously I’m going to cum in your mouth like a gentleman.”

You roll your eyes. Even though he is wildly attractive and can pull an orgasm out of you with oral, Jimin is still a fucking ass. But he’s an ass who is good at what he does, so you shut up.

Not that you can speak as he runs his cockhead through your wet folds. You moan, hearing how wet you are for him. He pushes the tip of his cock in slightly, just enough to make your hole flutter around him. You gasp, fists twisting in sheets as he sits there, letting you clench and unclench around him.

“Jimin,” you moan.

“Ask nicely,” he teases. “Or you’re just gonna get the tip of my cock. I can feel your pussy fucking begging for it. Now you need to ask.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Yeah? Want me to split you open?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to fuck that cervix until you’re screaming?” You pause. He pauses. “Okay that wasn’t very hot, was it?”

“Not really-”

Jimin cuts you off, thrusting in hard on a single upstroke. You gasp, mind going blank and forgetting about his terrible fumble at dirty talk as his cock does hit something inside of you that sends you into a torrent of heat and trembling limbs.

He sets a fast pace, not letting you adjust to his girth. Jimin’s hips piston perfectly against yours, your ass snapping back into his hips with each thrust. You can barely breathe, panting into the sheets as you bounce backward, sharing the effort to meet him for each powerful stroke.

It feels amazing.

You close your eyes, getting lost in the way his cock fills up every part of you, the slide smooth and velvet against your walls, the tip brushing gently against your g-spot every time he thrusts in.

Your stomach feels like it's flipping over and over again, each one of Jimin’s thrusts so deep you swear you feel it in your chest. Your thoughts start to slip away, your front half sinking further into the mattress as Jimin’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“Fuck,” he pants. “This pussy is so fucking tight. You're just fucking taking it and this ass-” he slaps your flesh sharply, making you squeal. “You hear that? Fucking getting clapped.”

You don’t have it in you to be annoyed at him. And he has a point - the slap of hips against ass, balls against pussy is loud.

The same feeling coils in your stomach again. You squeeze your eyes shut, barely able to breathe around the pleasure and the feeling of Jimin fucking you so full. It winds and winds and winds, and as it’s about to snap, you hold your breath.

Jimin gives a hard thrust followed by another, and you cum with a scream. You go from frozen, clenched muscles to boneless limbs in a moment. Jimin presses his hands into the small of your back, pushing you so far into the mattress that you can barely breathe as you bear his full weight.

With a few disjointed thrusts, Jimin cums, grunting and digging nails into your back.

For a few moments, neither of you moves. You can barely remember where you are, much less ask Jimin to pull his weight off of you to give you air. He’s still pressed into you, the heavy weight of him sinking you further into sweat-soaked sheets.

Jimin relents. He slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel the mess slicking between your legs. It’s sticky and wet, more than you have ever felt before. He falls unceremoniously to the side, nearly wheezing for air.

The room is filled with heavy breaths and the smell of sweat and sex. Strands of hair and sheets stick to your skin. You shuffle, trying to roll over a bit to look at him. Your limbs are sore and stretched from the press of his hands and the force of his hips spreading yours, but it’s a good sore.

Jimin is flushed, sweaty, and half-asleep. His hand is on his stomach, sticky with cum.

“OH MY GOD YOU DIDN’T PULL OUT!” You scream, sitting up with sheets stuck to your back and hair all over. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Please stop screaming,” he groans, covering his face. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning.”

“You’re the fucking worst!”

“Well,” he sighs. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again to make you feel better.”

You cross your arms over your chest, heart racing. You stare at Jimin for a moment. Two moments. You drop your arms and lay back on the bed. “Yeah,” you huff. “Fine, whatever.”

Who were you to turn down another round like that? Your ex and his Escalade are long forgotten now.

#jimin x reader #park jimin fanfic #jimin smut #park jimin smut #jimin x you #jimin bts #park jimin bts #jejushore #bts collab

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yourdeepestfathoms · 2 years ago

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things i think could kill Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg

Toast popping out of the toaster when it’s done

Warrior Cats MAPs

Ice dispensers on refrigerators

A Roomba

Automatic toilets

Amber Alerts

Tornado sirens

TV cutting to static

Lawnmowers

McDonald’s Sprite

School fire alarms

Drinking orange juice after brushing her teeth

Drinking water after having a mint

Specifically the yellow Warheads

Biting ice the wrong way

Gacha Heat

A trip to Hooters

A trampoline

A 4D theater

Metal detectors

Pop Rocks

One Gusher

Pools that smell too much like chlorine

Roman Holiday by Nicki Minaj

Temple Run

Pickle juice

A FNaF jumpscare

Touching an electric fence

One singular sour Skittle

Any part of a video game where the controller vibrates

The mere smell of sea salt and vinegar chips

Sparkling water

A tanning bed

One drop of Diet Coke

Hot tubs that are a little too hot

The performance for Hibikase x Echo (she’d see Miku break out of the screen and would DIE)

Also the performance for Bring It On (her little heart couldn’t take all that energy)

Honestly attending a whole Vocaloid concert would end her

A haunted house

A firecracker

You know those things you throw on the ground and they pop? Those

The sound of a firework exploding

Police sirens

Thunder that’s so loud it shakes the whole building

A wave pool at a water park

8D music

Axe body spray

One glance into Victoria’s Secret

A Bath and Body Works store

A single sip of Fireball

The back of Spencer’s

A York Peppermint Patty

Discord light mode

The concept of a mommy/daddy kink

Driving in a car with all the windows down

One hour in direct sunlight

A dog barking at her once

Not chewing up a chip enough so one of the chip shards scrapes down her throat

Maybe a roller coaster? idk though

American Horror Story’s intro

What Does The Fox Say

That part in Silent Hill 3 where Heather throws up the fetus of God and then Claudia eats it

Patting her back too hard

Thirty minutes of Subnautica

Biting ice cream with her front teeth

The “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” tag on AO3

A brain freeze

Dark chocolate

Any smut fanfiction

The cinnamon challenge

Putting food in her mouth when it’s still too hot so her mouth gets burned

An ice bath

Stubbing her toe

Not being able to refer to an adult as “sir/ma’am”

A mean word

Being yelled at

Any Mr. Nightmare video

That part in Oxenfree where the screen flips upside down

Being shocked

One of these

#I’m right #ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone headcanons #ocean o’connell rosenberg

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softsnzstuff · 2 years ago

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Thinking about Eddie taking care of a sick Chrissy :,) washing her hair and blowing it dry for her <3

Ahh so cute and soft 😭. Modern day AU!!

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Knelt down next to the bathtub, Eddie tan his fingertips through the water. Hot but not too hot. Just what he wanted.

“Bath is ready for you, Chris!” He called over to the next room.

Chrissy was huddled in a fluffy bathrobe while she waited for the bath to be drawn. As she walked into the room she stared at Eddie.

“Are you…staying in here too?” She chuckled.

“Absolutely! I’m gonna wash your hair for you.” He gave a goofy smile as she shrugged off her robe. “Damn. You’re beautiful.”

“I’m sick, Eddie.” She laughed as she stepped into the tub and sat down.

“Hey, the two are not mutually exclusive.”

She shook her head and pulled her knees close to her chest. The hot water felt amazing, not only warming her up, but easing the slight aches she’d acquired overnight.

Eddie leaned forward and grabbed the detachable shower head, making sure the water wasn’t too hot or too cold.

“Told your head back for me?” He asked.

Chrissy did as she was told while he sprayed her hair at the hairline, careful to avoid her face and eyes. He set the nozzle aside as he massaged some of her strawberry shampoo into her hair, working his way down and massaging at her shoulders a bit too.

“Feel good?” He asked.

“Mmhmm. Feels grehh great - h’kt’iyue! Etssiew! snfsnff H’iKSHiew!”

Her body tensed with each kittenish sneeze, sending small waves lapping up against the porcelain.

“Bless you!” Eddie planted a kiss on her soapy temple. “Let’s get you rinsed off and back in bed, hmm?”

Chrissy nodded, sniffling against her wrist. Eddie turned on the shower head again, rinsing his girlfriend’s blonde hair. When he was done, he squeezed out any excess water and then held open the fluffiest towel for her.

She stood up and leaned into him as he wrapped it around her. He let her start to towel herself dry while he went to plug in the hair dryer. When he turned around, Chrissy’s face was scrunched up again and she was holding a corner of the towel in front of her face.

“iitschUMPF! Xtch’iyue! Hi’TShiew!”

She groaned as she wiped the underside of her nose with the towel. Eddie walked over, laughing sympathetically as he hugged her.

“Bless you again. Here.” He handed her some clothes. Her favorite sick day ones - her pajama joggers, fluffy socks, and Eddie’s coziest crewneck sweatshirt.

“Thanks bub.” She put the clothes on and then stood over by Eddie. He clicked on the hair dryer, warm air enveloping her small frame.

Using her hair brush as well, he smiled as he blew her hair dry. Warm golden strands falling gently down her back.

“I made you some tea earlier. It should be cool enough to drink now.” He shouted over the air coming from the hair dryer.

She turned her head slightly to look up at him, “Thanks Eddie!”

When she was all warm and dry, they moved back to the bedroom. Eddie was sat propped up against the headboard, Chrissy sitting in front of him in between his legs.

As she sipped her tea and watched the episode of Bake Off, her boyfriend was haphazardly braiding her hair into pigtails.

“Thank you for taking care of me Eddie.”

“Thanks you for letting me practice my braiding…it’s not very good.”

Chrissy laughed, “Well I hope you don’t catch this, but if you do, I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

#s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #c/hrissy c/unningham #modern AU #ask box #snzblr #kb writes #e/dissy

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Hallu brick^^ so I'm a coward, so I do this anonymously... whatever. So, I had the idea that if Overhaul had a darling he'd totally set times were she'd be supposed to bath and how long she has to be in the bath and he'd get mad if she didn't (probably leading to punishment) and than one day he purposely keeps her from getting into the bath on time so that she'll definitely still be in the bath once it's his turn? Like, he'd be more comfortable to touch her then, because she'd obviously be clean and she just wants to run away but can't cause she's shy and he's stronger and he'd punish her o.o you can do with this whatever you like it was just a random idea that hit me...

Have a nice day,

Blue

omg he so would

Will insist that you bathe before him so he doesn’t have to stay up late waiting for you to finish. When you’re done, you have to stay in the bathroom with him, just so he can keep an eye on you. You’re supposed to sit and stay quiet, don’t speak, don’t look at him, don’t breathe too loud.

You’re always supposed to get out at 7pm, water drained and tub scrubbed in preparation for his bath. If you neglect to do so you’re in for a world of hurt, scornful looks, degrading and hateful words about how you’re so stupid and worthless you can’t even do something as simple as cleaning a tub. If Kai is in a particularly bad mood he might slap you, and sneer when you cry.

He keeps giving you task after task one night, and it’s getting later and later and then it’s 6:57 and you’re freaking out, trying to decide whether it’s even worth it to start the water for your bath.

Kai comes in the bathroom, stripping off his gloves and undoing his tie, a shrewd glance thrown your way.

“You’ve finished up?”

How do you tell him you haven’t even started? Your hands are twisted together as you nervously shift from foot to foot by the tub.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” His voice is low, Kai isn’t even looking at you. He’s checking himself in the mirror, trying to decide whether to shave tonight or tomorrow.

“I....You had me helping until just a few minutes ago, there hasn’t been any ti-”

Kai silences you with a raised hand, teeth grinding together as he hunches over the sink. The silence that falls upon the bathroom feels like it’s a death sentence.

“Fine.” The man finally concludes, straightening up and beginning to remove the rest of his clothes. “You’ll wash with me. There’s no way I’m letting your disgusting self soil the bedsheets with filth.”

And then he’s fully stripping and you want to cry, knowing that if you don’t go along with this there will be pain and suffering ten times over.

Kai makes you shower first, stepping in alongside you to wash himself underneath the spray. He studies the way you clean yourself, each pass of the soaped-up loofah on your skin. It feels like he’s scrutinizing your atoms.

“Hands up and stay still.” Comes an order, and you’re terrified to follow it, terrified to disobey.

Hands go up, Kai takes the loofah from your hands and starts scrubbing away at your skin. Hard enough to leave you raw and your skin hurting, glowing from the abuse.

It especially hurts when he drags the loofah over your chest, across your nipples without a care for the sensitivity of them. He’s getting you clean.

“Turn around, put your hands on the wall and spread your legs.”

It’s humiliating to have him wash you like this, trading out the loofah for a washcloth to clean your privates, fondling all of you without a care. At least he doesn’t seem to be doing it with any sexual intentions - no, he just wants you sparkling clean and didn’t trust you to do it yourself.

When he’s satisfied, only then does he usher you into the heat of the bath, commanding you to sit before he joins you, lean legs bracketing your own.

“Relax.” It’s hard to, with being naked and having a well-known criminal sitting close enough to touch you. At least the burn of the water distracts you from too many dark thoughts, worrying about what he might be thinking of doing to you.

“I said relax. you look stupid when you shake like that.” A hand clamps down on your shoulder and you involuntarily freeze, going stock still. “If you can’t, I’d be more than happy to give you an injection to calm you down.”

Last time he had pressed a needle to your skin, you hadn’t been able to remember the entirety of the next 24 hours, just bits and pieces that haunted your mind. You didn’t want an injection.

A long breath in, a long breath out, and conscious intending of your shoulders seemed to please Kai, because he sunk lower in the water with a please sigh.

“You really are quite the specimen.”

The odd comment makes you want to tense up again, especially when it’s paired with a warm, tanned hand stroking up your arm.

“So soft. It’s almost distracting.” His other hand begins to rub at your other arm and you feel trapped. “I’ve seen you nude plenty of times before, but I guess I hadn’t noticed how.... intriguing your body really is.”

The man behind you shuffles closer, water sloshing all around you. You close your eyes tight, as if that would keep out all the scary things you heard in his tone.

“I think it’s time I did a little exploring, especially with you being so clean. It’ll be quite the experiment, seeing how your body works. Don’t get too excited.”

MAN that would just be ahhhhh he’s so creepy and so standoffish. geez, Chisaki gives me goosebumps.

#chisaki #Chisaki kai #kai chisaki #Yandere kai chisaki #Yandere chisaki #Yandere bnha #chisaki smut #Kai Chisaki smut #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.smut #tw.dark content

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 4 years ago

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Vacation (Belphie x GN!Reader) Slight NSFW

(Did I go extra hard on the beach fic? Yes. Yes I did. Are my posting hours absolutely horrid... also yes. It's 3:30AM and I finally finished this fic though! YAY! I also did not read through this before I posted. I'll read it when I wake up to check for mistakes. I need a nap.)

Word Count : 5.1K

You loved the beach, everything about it was so relaxing. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, the smell of saltwater that was carried to your nose with the ocean’s breeze. The only thing that made being there right now better was the fact that Belphie was there with you. You loved Belphie, everything about him screamed perfection, even though he disagreed most of the time you said he was. His disregard for most of humanity aside from yourself, his constant scowl which he probably thought was menacing and scary but you just found it adorable.

It was shocking at first that he actually agreed to go with you, and you thought for sure that he’d want to stay home and just sleep while, but, much to your surprise, he jumped at the opportunity to go to the beach with you. He even said that it would be fun, which… well he wasn’t wrong… but hearing him say something like that… even if it was mumbled, it was kind of shocking.

“You got a room… in a hotel… that’s on the beach… with a balcony that overlooks the beach?” Belphie said, looking around the room as the two of you walked in. As soon as the door was shut, you dropped your bags to the floor and ran to the balcony doors, throwing them open and running out to lean over the railing with Belphie following close behind and quickly wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t do that. You could have flipped over the edge… dork.”

You could only laugh at his worry, but then again, according to him you were fragile, and humans were inherently clumsy most of the time, so you didn’t really blame him for thinking that you’d accidentally lean too far over and do a front flip over the railing… but it was still kind of funny. “I’m not going to fall over the edge, Belph. I’ve done this a lot. And…” You turned in his arms so you could wrap your own around his waist. “Yes, a balcony with an ocean view. The weather said there would be a thunderstorm this week, and I’m hoping they’re right. I love watching the lightning hit the water… the thunder is so loud. It’s amazing.” He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand and dragged you back into the room, not wanting to leave you on the balcony unattended any longer.

“The storm better not hit until the last day. I want to go surfing.” He said as he grabbed his own bag off the floor and moved it onto the bed, quickly pulling out his bathing suit. You were stuck on the whole surfing thing though because… well… it doesn’t need to be explained. It’s just fucking hot. He snapped his fingers to get your attention after you hadn’t responded, rolling his eyes when you blinked a few times and focused back on him. “You alright? You zoned out for a second there.”

“Mhm… I’m good.” You whispered shyly, dragging your own bags away from the door so you could pull out your own bathing suit. “It’s a good time to go down… everyone is clearing out for the day and the sun isn’t going to be beating as hard.” You weren’t really sure if he was listening, you could still hear him rummaging through his own bag as you talked. You were mainly talking to yourself though, looking up out the balcony doors and watching as the umbrellas on the beach slowly dwindled as everyone started heading back to their own hotels.

“You still need sunscreen.” It actually sounded like he was scolding you, and it wouldn’t be the first time he called your ass out for not wearing it. “I’m not having you get burnt on our first day here. You’ll spend the rest of the vacation in pain, and then I’ll have to hold back from saying I told you so because you won’t be in the mood to hear it. Plus…” He tossed the sunscreen onto the bed that was closest to you before squatting down behind you, trailing his fingers along your neck and down your shoulders. “If you got burnt… you wouldn’t enjoy me touching you as much…”

God damn if he wasn’t right, and you hated that he was right. “Hmph… fine.” You groaned, and honestly, you just hated the way the sunscreen felt. It made your arms stick to your sides and you just felt… sticky… and you could never get it off your hands after putting it on. It was a pain in the ass… but he was right, and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy anything if you got burnt, and you definitely weren’t going to spend an entire week in a nice ass hotel with an ocean view and not at least cuddle with him. “You’re putting it on me though.”

“I never said I wouldn’t.” He said it teasingly, kissing your neck before standing back up. “Go change. The waves look pretty good right now, I want to get down there.” He had already started pulling his shirt off and unbuttoning his shorts as you got up off the floor. It was one thing for him to change in front of the balcony doors, he didn’t really care if anyone saw him naked… But he didn’t want anyone else to see you that way. Only he could, and if someone did happen to see you that way, he’d have to kill them and then it would ruin the vacation and neither of you wanted that.

Of course he held your hand on the way down the beach. He wasn’t going to let anyone else look at you, and even if they did, they’d see that your hand was in his and you were his, so they better just fuck right off with their thoughts and their intentions because it isn’t going to happen and you aren’t going to do the things that they are thinking with anyone but him.

“I hate walking in the sand with flip flops…” You mumbled as your feet sunk into the sand with every step, struggling to take steps because the sand kept basically absorbing your flip flop which is the most annoying shit.

“You could always go barefoot.” He said, as if you didn’t already know that… but also walking barefoot on the beach after the sun had been beating on it for hours wasn’t the most pleasant experience either.

“I’d rather not burn my feet… How close do you want to get to the water anyway? I usually stay close to the top so I don’t have to be around all the people.” Which was the truth. You hated being surrounded by other beach goers, and most of them smelt an awful lot like spray tan or beer or both. The ocean breeze would miraculously always start up whenever they were spraying their spray tans on and it would get in your eyes or your mouth, and you’d just rather not be anywhere near them. Plus… who puts on spray tan at the beach? Just lay in the sun. It’s easier and looks more real because it is real. Ugh… people.

“Close enough that I can still see you from the ocean. Right here should be good…” He stopped right at the middle of where the line of umbrellas started and where there was nobody. It was like an invisible line in the sand, and Belphie decided that he wanted his spot to be on both sides of it. He stuck the umbrella into the sand to mark the spot and you finally let yourself sit down before even putting down the towel. You were tired. Walking through the sand is a workout. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’re forgetting something.” He practically cooed the last part to you, and you knew exactly what he was talking about, but you wished that he had forgotten.

He started digging through the bag that you had loaded with drinks and snacks because the beach experience isn’t complete unless you’ve tried to eat a sandwich while a multitude of seagulls stand at the edge of your towel and squawk at you to feed them. (But you don’t because it’s not healthy for them. Please don’t feed the seagulls your food.) “I don’t need sunscreen. I’m just gonna be sitting under the umbrella the whole time.” He hummed softly, knowing that you were wrong. Who goes to the beach and sits under the umbrella the whole time? You knew that you weren’t going to, but damn… you really hated the feeling of sunscreen. It makes you cringe. Why is it so sticky????

You laid out the towel and decided that it would be pointless to even try to argue against him. He was right in the hotel room about the sunburn, and it wouldn’t be as bad if he was the one rubbing it on you. “I’m sure a little sunscreen is better than a sunburn…” He said as he squirted it onto his hands. “Lay down, I said I’d put it on you.” You quickly obliged, laying on your stomach and resting your head on your arms as he rubbed it together between his hands before placing them on your shoulders. The feeling sent a shiver through you, and you weren’t sure whether it was just because the sunscreen was cold or if it was his touch that made your body respond that way. “You’re cute… relax babe… this isn’t the first time I’ve touched you.” He teased as his hands made their way down your back, squeezing your sides lightly before rubbing slowly over your entire back and then working down to your legs. Luckily your face was hidden in your arms so he couldn’t see your blushing. His touch was doing things to you that you knew you couldn’t act upon on the beach so it would probably be a while before you got up anyway. “Alright, roll over.” He didn’t really wait for you to roll over, taking it upon himself to do it and then smiling smugly when he saw the flustered look on your face.

“I think I’m just gonna…. Stay here for a little bit… while you go out and…” He had already started running his hands over your chest which had made your sentence get cut short. It would be too noticeable that he was making you flustered if you just covered your face now, so you tried to keep calm as his hands continued to work. You let out a gasp as his thumbs accidentally flicked over your nipples, a quiet hum escaping him as he watched them perk up. “Belphie…” You whined, but he only laughed in response, moving his hands lower until they were at your hips. Your eyes grew wider, and he knew exactly why, and for a second you thought he’d just tease you more, but he knew that if he did that you’d just be begging him to take you back to the room and those activities were for later.

He had finally finished, and part of you wished that he hadn’t because obviously you loved having his hands on you like that, but also you were in public and it couldn’t go any further than that either. “So do you want to go down there with me or do you need a minute?” He joked as he got up, grabbing his surfboard and holding it under his arm. “Would you rather me stay up here wi-”

“You can go! I just… Just need a second.” Your voice cracked as you said it, further accentuating just how flustered he had made you. You ran your hands over your face and sighed, to which he laughed at. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny.” You grumbled. You were now thoroughly turned on, it was hot out, you were covered in sunscreen, and he looked really good standing above you like that.

“It actually is really funny. I’ll meet you down there… oh wait… hold up…” He leaned over, booping your nose with his pointer finger which still had sunscreen on it. You wrinkled your nose at him, sticking your tongue out before rolling over onto your stomach. “Aww, you’ll thank me for it later when your nose is sunburn free and not peeling.” He started walking off, that much you could tell as the sun that he had been blocking finally hit your back.

It didn’t take too long for you to gain back your composure. Now that he was off walking down to the ocean, you could actually focus on calming down and relaxing in the sun that was practically baking you because the umbrella wasn’t blocking out anything now that the sun was setting. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the warmth of the sun against your skin had you close to dozing off, but you wanted to see him, you wanted to watch him, so you fought off the urge to fall asleep and pushed yourself up off the towel and started heading down.

The beach had almost completely cleared out aside from the few people who, much like yourself and Belphie, wanted to enjoy it without the screaming children who’d run through the sand and kick it back onto the towels and bodies of unsuspecting people. It was a lot calmer during the evening, and Belphie had a lot of room to do what he wanted to do. Not a lot of people here actually surfed, it was mainly people boogie boarding close to the shore line and riding the smallest waves inland. You on the other hand, you didn’t use a board at all, instead wading out into the deepest part of the ocean until your feet could barely touch the floor, and then when a wave came, you’d jump and ride that shit up to the shore… or get knocked out completely and wash up on the shore looking like you’ve just seen death itself. Either way it’s a blast, and boards held no appeal to you… BUT…

Belphie on the board was a completely different story though. There was something about… him in general that made you so fascinated. Your eyes were basically glued to him, watching intently as he got onto his board and started paddling out deeper. You saw the wave that he was going for, it was forming further back, almost on the horizon line and you knew that it would be huge, which is exactly what he was going for. Go big or go home was always his thing, whether it was with food, pranks against his brothers, and with this as well…clearly. Were you worried, even though you knew that as a demon, he couldn’t actually get severely hurt? Absolutely. He’d probably laugh at you later for worrying, but you also cared about him a lot, so could he blame you? Absolutely not.

You watched as the wave drew closer, and for a second you were beyond worried that it would just crush him since he was sitting there just wading in the water, but as it started closing in, he began paddling again, his board rising with the crest of the wave until he reached the top and stood up. Now, it’s not that you had never seen people surfing before, it’s just that everyone else was boring and you didn’t like them and they weren’t interesting, and they were just… people. Belphie was different. This was your demon and here he was absolutely fucking ripping it, and not only was was he doing it flawlessly, but he looked so fucking good doing it. You wanted to cheer for him, but you also didn’t want to throw him off or anything, so you let out a quiet “yay” as you continued watching. The wave crashed down and broke around him, pushing him closer to you and for a second you thought that he’d ride it all the way up to you, but then he saw you. He pointed at you, the typical finger guns, and then promptly decided to purposely fall back off his board, which made you gasp because like… what the fuck man? Why?

BUT ALSO GOD DAMN. When he reemerged from under the water, he looked fucking…. Hot. And not like, “oh shit it’s summertime and the sun is making things hot” kind of hot… no, it was “holy hell I need to get this man back into the hotel room before I fuck him right here on the beach” type hot, which is still an understatement because there is no way to actually capture the essence of how absolutely hot he is through words. He’s just fucking… hot. He quickly pushed back his hair which was soaked and hanging in his face, and now it was slicked back, which wasn’t a look that you’d usually go for, but on him, again… HOT.

Were you aware that you had been holding your breath as he walked up to you? Nope. But as soon as he reached you, you exhaled sharply and gave him a sheepish smile. “That was… you did… it was great…” You couldn’t think straight and you couldn’t form coherent sentences, and the way you were acting had that smug little smile returning to his face. He knew damn well the way you were feeling, the way he made you feel. He didn’t have to wait for you to fall asleep and see your dreams to know what you were thinking either. But he wasn’t going to let you have it that easily either, he was going to tease you and drag it out as long as he possibly could.

“Come on…” He grabbed your hand, pulling you out into the water which was freezing. It was so cold, your entire body kind of froze up as soon as it reached your mid calves. “It’ll be more cold if you try to slowly get used to it. Just dunk yourself under real quick.” He stopped pulling you long enough to watch you, and what he was suggesting was quite possibly the number one thing you didn’t want to do right now. “I can do it for you if you won’t do it yourself.” He coaxed, stepping a little closer to you. He was serious too, he’d dunk you, whether you were holding your nose or not.

“I-I got it… I can do it…” You mumbled, slowly lowering yourself and then shooting back up when the water reached an area that had been dry before. You could almost see the timer in his head ticking down to the moment where he’d just take over and sweep you off your feet in the most unromantic way just to get you used to the water faster. “Don’t look at me while I… You’re making me nervous!” It was a good excuse. He scoffed and turned away from you, humming the jeopardy song which only made you feel more rushed. “Shush! I’m doing it… I just need a second.”

“You’ve had many seconds. It’s gonna be dark soon.” He joked, tapping his fingers along the water as he started humming louder. You groaned loudly before taking a deep breath, holding your nose, and dropping under the water. And, not surprisingly, it was fucking freezing, and when you quickly pushed yourself back up, the breeze that had really picked up didn’t help… like at all. “There you go. It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“No… it was worse.” He snorted softly, shaking his head. You couldn’t understand how he wasn’t fazed by it. Whenever he was in bed he’d complain about it being too cold when he was too lazy to reach down and grab his blankets… but swimming in an ice cube tray apparently doesn’t affect him. It made absolutely no sense, but… he looked happy, and he was having fun, and as numb as your body felt from the water, seeing him this way made you feel warm, at least in your heart, where it was important. “So why am I actually in the water right now?” You would have been perfectly fine staying just above where the waves broke, but he must have had something in mind.

“We’re tandem surfing.” He drummed his hands lightly on the board as he looked excitedly over at you as if you knew what that meant. He could see the confusion on your face though, and he sighed softly, pulling you closer to himself and the board. “You’re gonna be on the board with me.” That… sounded like a trainwreck waiting to happen. It would not go well, you knew that much. You wouldn’t be able to even sit on the board without wobbling, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be able to stand on it. “You’ll be fine.” He could see how put off by the idea of it you were. No amount of his arms wrapped around you would make flipping off a surfboard in the middle of a wave worth it.

“Mmmm… Nope… that’s not gonna… Nuh uh….” You were shaking your head quickly, trying to keep your footing even when you were flat on the ground as the waves crashed around you. They were strong, as was the current that was pulling you deeper into the ocean without you even realizing it. “I can just go stand back up there… I’ll watch you. That sounds like a good idea.” You nodded to yourself, turning to start walking away, but his arm was around your waist, holding you close against him and keeping you from walking away.

“I’m not gonna let you fall off. We’re not going far out… and we’re both sitting the whole time.” He murmured against your neck, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Plus… It’s cold out there… and I want to do this with you.” He made you so weak, it wasn’t fair at all. His fingers brushed lightly across your hip as his lips lingered against your skin. He was waiting for an answer, but he already knew what it would be, he just wanted to hear you say it, and he was having way too much fun teasing you like this. “Fine… just… hold it still.” His hand quickly moved away from your waist and he was wearing the biggest smile as he held the board in place as best he could. The waves crashing around it were the biggest issue, and every time you were about to jump up onto it, another wave would push it against you and make you stumble back. “Belphie… It’s not gonna work.” You whined, your head falling back as you sighed loudly.

“I’m holding it as still as I can, you just need to get on. I’ll tell you when, so the waves won’t knock you off.” He was being really persistent with it, which, in it’s own way, was kind of cute. Either he really wanted you on the board with him, or he really wanted to see you fall off. Sure, he liked you, but even you knew there was something… comical… about watching someone fall off a board… especially if they were just sitting. That’s even funnier. “If you do it… we can go right back to the hotel after we’re done… I know you want to do that.” He’s god damn right you want to do that. Not just for… reasons, but the thought of warm dry clothes and being under a blanket and cuddling with him sounded so amazing right now.

It was motivation enough for you to try again, timing your jump before the next wave came and then gripping onto the board like your life depended on it, because you really thought that it did, once you were on. “Okay…. Now what?” Your voice was kind of shaky, and really, you thought you should be rewarded with the hotel just for getting on the board alone. The waves were rocking you, and you felt like you were going to tip at any moment if Belphie let go, and you were really hoping that he wouldn’t, but when you turned to look at him, he was already behind you, getting ready to jump on the board. “Sh-Shouldn’t I be in the back…?” It was a pretty bad time to realize it considering you were already on it, but you still had time to jump off and switch positions.

“Oh… No. If you’re in the back, you’ll just hide your face in my back as soon as the wave starts pushing us, and that’s the best part.” He climbed onto the back of the board, scooting as close to you as possible. “Now hold on, okay? I’m gonna get us a little further out.” Your head whipped around to look at him, your eyes going wide. You were pretty sure he just said that you wouldn’t go out far, but now he’s saying he’s gotta get out further? He chuckled lightly, shaking his head as if he knew what you were thinking. “Not as far as I went. Just far enough to actually have a wave. The swells aren’t going to do much except rock us around a little bit.” He was already paddling out and your hold on the board turned into a death grip.

Once he felt like it was far enough out, he turned the board around, and that’s when you realized just how far you actually were. “I’m gonna die…” You whispered, which only made him laugh more, leaning in to kiss along your shoulder. “That’s not gonna make me feel better.” Your nails were practically digging into the board and your knuckles hurt from how tight you were holding it, but you didn’t really care, you just didn’t want to fall off.

“Oh, the waves coming! Hold on.” As if you weren’t already doing that, and you couldn’t possibly hold on any tighter than you already were. The wave began pushing you up, and you didn’t, not even for a second, enjoy the sensation of it. “Keep your eyes open.” His arms were wrapped tightly around you, and even with his urging, your eyes were shut as tight as possible, already prepared for when you’d fall off. You didn’t want salt water in your eyes, it burned, it hurt, and you were like 99.5% sure that you’d be falling off at some point.

His arms stayed wrapped around you, as tight as possible, ensuring that you wouldn’t fall off the board and you were beyond thankful for that. In a strange way, it didn’t last that long, but at the same time it felt like you were riding the wave forever. You had opened your eyes once, but the sight of the beach growing closer and closer to you was terrifying and you didn’t like it. “Is it done?” You quietly asked, not wanting to open your eyes yet, but you also felt like you’ve slowed down and you could feel the rocking of the waves beneath you again.

“Yes, it’s done. Your eyes were shut the entire time, weren’t they?” He joked, squeezing your hips which made you squirm and fall off the board anyway. His laughter was so loud you could hear it from under the water, and you quickly pushed your feet up against the edge of the board to try to tip him off as well, which didn’t actually work. You got back up, wiping the water from your eyes and glaring at him, still sitting on the board and smiling down at you. “You thought you’d be able to tip me over… that’s cute. You’re cute. Come, we’ll go back now. We can both take a nap before dinner.”

The sand had finally cooled off now that the sun had practically set behind the horizon line, lighting the waves up in pretty pink, orange, and blue hues. If you weren’t so cold, you’d have loved to stay on the beach and watch the sun continue to go down with Belphie right beside you. That could be done another night though, and you were aching to get back inside and take a shower to get the sand off of you, and then just relax in bed.

“I call dibs on the bathroom first.” You called out as you swiped the card to get into the room, rushing ahead of him to drop your beach bag on the floor and run straight into the bathroom. The sand was sticking to you, not just from being in the water, but also the damned sunscreen. It was itchy and it was everywhere, and you wanted to get it off of you as quickly as you could.

“You don’t have to call dibs, I could just get in there with you.” He said it so matter-of-factly that it made you pause for a second. He wasn’t wrong, and it’s not that you’d mind him getting in with you, so you weren’t going to say no. He walked in just as you were getting into the shower, and no matter how many times he had seen you that way, you still got really shy, which he would constantly say is adorable, but it just made you flustered and even more shy than you already were. “Did you have fun?” His voice was soft now, and you could hear that he was becoming tired. You were sure that he’d end up falling asleep on the beach after being in the ocean, it was enough to even knock you out most of the time, but he held onto enough energy to get up into the room.

“Mmhm… I liked watching you more though…” You heard him hum quietly behind you, his hands roaming over your body as he helped get some of the off. You could have done it yourself, but he did it so much better. “Did you have fun?” It sounded like he had fun, and it definitely looked like he had fun. He was laughing and smiling the whole time which was enough for you. His happiness made you happy, as cringy and dorky as that may sound… which is why you never told him that. He’d call you a dork and laugh it off which would just make you flustered and feel silly.

“Mmhm… I have one more thing to do though.” You were confused because you were pretty sure he was talking about dinner and that was supposed to come after the nap. He finished rinsing the sand and soap off you and himself before turning off the shower and stepping out. He didn’t bother with towels, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom and pushing you down on the bed, situating himself between your legs and smiling up at you. “I teased you enough on the beach… I think I should finish what I started.”

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Beach Daze

request: no

a/n: So again I self indulged and created this piece of writing! Honestly I really like this one and hope you guys enjoy!

warnings: none, I think there are a few curse words. this is a long piece and I honestly don't remember

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Finally, you had a day off. You were juggling picking up extra shifts at the coffee shop you were working at and nannying for the family you were working for.

It had been a nonstop 2 weeks of going from watching Josie then immediately going to a shift at the coffee shop.

But finally, today was the day. You had the time to relax and breath. You had the next two days off at the coffee shop and Josie and her family were out of town for the next week.

The weather in LA was warm and sunny, the heat beckoning you to go out and enjoy it.

The day prior your best friend invited you, well more told you, that the two of you were going to have a girls day at the beach. Which didn’t sound bad then and now with this weather it really didn’t sound bad at all.

You had your beach bag packed up, with sunscreen, tanning oil, a speaker and a towel. You also had a cooler full of snacks and drinks for the two of you.

You were excited to finally get some sun, your skin could use a sun kissed glow. It was going to be a good day.

Your phone ding goes off letting you know that you got a text. It was from your best friend letting you know that she was there to pick you up.

You throw your t-shirt over your bikini top and slip your sandals on before you make your way out to her car.

You throw your bag and cooler in her backseat before you hop in the front.

“Ready to go? I figured we could go to Malibu?” Morgan asked as you buckled yourself in.

“Yes and yes!” You tell her. “You got music for the way there and I got music for the beach?”

She nods in agreement. While both your music tastes were similar the two of you always seemed to argue over whose playlist you would play. This way the both of you got to play music.

The two of you jam out all the way to the beach, already feeling the relaxation of your day off.

Little did you know that a simple beach trip could potentially change your life.

Similar to your day off, Charlie finally had a free day. His days were full of interviews and promo for Julie and The Phantoms but today he was finally free for the whole day.

His friend Hannah invited him to the beach with her and her boyfriend. He thought why not, a day at the beach, enjoying the water and friends would not hurt him.

Hannah had told him to meet them at Malibu beach, he quickly packed his own bag to take to the beach with him before he left for the day.

You were there before him and just a few feet away from where him and his friends would reside on the same beach.

When you and Morgan get to the beach; you quickly make your way down the sand to find the perfect spot.

Once you were convinced you had found the perfect spot, you and Morgan laid out your towels. You brought extra as you like to create a big space to be able to lay out on.

You pulled out a few drinks, handing one to Morgan and taking one for yourself. The two of you strip down to your bathing suits, and take turns helping each other spray sunscreen on your backs.

The sun on your skin already feels like heaven. You have your phone plugged into the speaker, enjoying your newest playlist. Morgan and you joke around for a little bit before she decides to take a nap and you decide to read your book.

What you didn’t know was that Charlie and his friends were just a few feet away from the two of you.

Your presence was unknown to them for a while until they caught wind of some of the jokes and conversation you were having with Morgan. Charlie laughed along with a few of your jokes.

“You should take a picture it’ll last longer.” Hannah pokes fun at Charlie.

The minute Charlie caught sight of you it seemed that you got all of his attention. Your humor caught him and your laugh made him stay. The beauty you held didn’t hurt either.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Charlie says blushing, embarrassed that she had caught him.

“Dude!” Hannah says laughing, “You haven’t taken your eyes or attention away from that girl since you noticed her.”

“Whatever Hannah!” Charlie says, “She’s been telling good jokes and I like her music.” He says trying to avoid the conversation any longer.

Little did you know that two feet away from you was one of the most good-looking guys you would ever lay your eyes on and you had caught his attention.

You let some time pass as you read your book and let Morgan nap. You slowly felt the boredom start to creep through your thoughts letting it take your attention away from the words on your page.

You move to poke Morgan in the back hoping to wake her up. You poke her about 3 times before she starts to stir in her sleep.

“What do you want Y/N?” She asks sounding slightly annoyed.

“I’m bored, entertain me or let’s do something fun.” You tell her, still poking her.

“Stop!” She says laughing while moving to push your hands away. “We could play volleyball; I brought my ball.”

“Ya that sounds fun.” You tell her, moving to lean on your elbows. You feel the towel stick to your back due to the sweat that had pooled there. “I may go jump in the water before though, I need to cool off.”

She just nods her head at you before rolling onto her back. You loved the water, her not so much.

You stood up, brushing the sand off your thighs before you make your way down to the water.

A shiver rushes through you as the water hits your feet. You don’t let it stop you. Next thing you’re doing is jogging right into the water, diving headfirst into the incoming wave. A big smile across your face as you come up, brushing the hair out of your face.

You spend the next few minutes swimming around in the water, enjoying the waves and coolness of the water.

You were in your own little heaven completely oblivious to the world around you.

Completely oblivious to the brown-haired boy whose eyes were practically out of his head as he watched you swim and laugh around in the water. You looked beautiful, he could see the smile on your face and the sun shining off your body.

He didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, but then you made your way out of the water. It was like one of those scenes from the movie. It was like you were walking in slow motion, as you step back onto the sand, brushing back your hair from your face, the water dripping off you. It was a sight to see and you were absolutely breath taking.

Charlie was in a complete daze.

Hannah laughed again at the sight of her best friend, completely star struck by you.

“You should go talk to her.” She says pulling his gaze from you for the second time today.

“You know I can’t do that.” He says, shaking his head slightly and clearing his throat.

While Hannah tried to hype up her friend. You made your way to Morgan, using an extra towel to dry off slightly. The sun already doing most of the work.

“Hey, will you turn that up?” You ask her as you lean to grab the volleyball. Ready to toss it back and forth.

“Sure!” She says while doing so and then getting up to play with you.

A familiar tune to both you and Charlie starts to make its way throughout the atmosphere.

“Take off, last stop,

Countdown till we blast open the top,

Face first, full charge,

Electric hammer to the heart.”

You dance a little to the song, pulling some interesting moves getting a laugh from your friend.

You start to hit the ball back and forth, having to run around a little due to your lack of skill. You were still having fun though.

“What song is this?” Morgan asks, she knew your playlists pretty well and she never heard this song before.

“Honestly, I’m not really sure!” You tell her laughing, “Josie was playing it the other day on the ride home from school and she added it to my playlist. I liked it though so I kept it!”

She just nods her head and hits the ball back to you. Which you ignore due to the squeal that leaves your mouth.

“Hold on, this is the best part.” You tell her as you run to turn up the music louder, this time the sound can be heard by Charlie and his crew.

“And even if we hit the ground,

We’ll still fly,

Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever,

But live it like it’s now or never.”

You sing along, loudly and not quite on key, and pull some more interesting dance moves. Laughter leaving both you and Morgan.

Charlie and his friends eyes never leave the sight of you once they notice.

“That’s a familiar tune, now isn’t it?” Hannah says, the first one to notice the song that is playing through your speaker.

“Huh?” Charlie grunts out, not paying much attention. He was finally laying down and relaxing in the sun.

“Listennnnn!” Hannah says, a smile on her face.

The faint music of a very familiar song reaches Charlie’s ears. He hears the ever familiar lyrics, “Those were the best shades of my life, don’t look down.”

Then he hears the music get louder, becoming much clearer. Then along with the familiar lyrics, he hears a voice singing along to it.

That’s when he’s pushing himself to sit up and witness you dancing along to his voice.

A big smile makes its way onto his face.

“I think that’s your sign to go talk to her buddy,” Hannah says giving him a shove.

“I don’t know, is it weird to go up to someone and be like hey you’re listening to my song oh and also you’re really pretty.” Hannah and her boyfriend laugh at his words.

“Come on, I’ll go with you! Maybe we can sneak our way into their volleyball game.” She says, grabbing onto Charlie’s hand and pulling him up.

Charlie stops moving, now nervous to go up to you. Hannah rolls her eyes at him.

“Fine, I’ll go do it myself! You’ll thank me later!” She says as she begins to jog over to you and Morgan.

The two of you are enjoying your game and joking around. Your jokes helping distract you from your terrible volleyball skills.

Your back was to Charlie and his friends so Morgan was the first to notice Hannah making her way up to you guys.

Morgan stops throwing the ball, confusing you.

“What dude? You’re scared of my skills now aren’t you?” You laugh at her, which gets a laugh from her and the person behind you. Which then in turn gets your attention. You quickly turn on your heels to make eye contact with the girl in front of you.

“Hi!” Is all she says.

“Hi back!” You say with a laugh and smile.

“I’m sorry if this is super weird or random but my friends and I saw you guys playing volleyball and we are wondering if we could join you?” She asks.

You look at Morgan both of you shrugging your shoulders, more people to play with couldn’t hurt.

“Sure!” You say.

“Awesome, I’ll go get them!” She says right as she turns on her own heels and makes her way back to the two boys, beckoning them to come over.

“Gillespie, you better get your ass over there or else.” She says with a stern look. She has him by the hand and dragging him over.

He can hear your laughter as he comes closer, it sounds even better close up.

Morgan nods her head at you, letting you know that they were coming back. When you turn you weren’t ready to see the boy standing in front of you.

You feel your breath get caught in your throat at the sight of him, your eyes locking in with his blue ones.

“Hi.” You say almost breathless, a smile displays itself on his face at your voice.

“Hi.” He says back. Both of your friends immediately noticing the connection between the two of you.

“So, I’m Hannah, this is my boyfriend Sam, and that fool is Charlie!” Hannah says breaking the silence and yours and Charlie’s eye contact.

“I’m Y/N, and she is Morgan.” You say pointing to Morgan and then reaching your hand out to shake everyone’s hand.

Once your hand reaches for Charlie’s, sparks fly up through your arms. Which you both try to ignore but can’t.

“So how about that game?” You ask a big smile on your face which takes Charlie’s breath away.

Everyone nods and then the game initiates. All five of you enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other.

After a few rounds of the game, everyone was feeling a little tired. The beating sun taking a lot of energy from everyone.

That’s why you offer them a snack and some drinks. You didn’t want the hanging out to end, more specifically you didn’t want Charlie to leave.

The energy between the two of you a lot more awkward than the energy between everyone else. But it seemed like neither of you could get enough of each other, constantly stealing glances at one another.

“I have to be honest real quick,” Hannah says, pausing after taking a bite of her sandwich. “That song you were playing, Charlie sings that so I had to come over here.”

You choke on your food. “No shit, really?” You ask, causing everyone to laugh at your face and your struggle to get it out.

“Ya, really.” He says. You move to slightly hit him, loving the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Why didn’t you guys say anything at first? That’s so embarrassing!” You laugh.

“Well Charlie here thought it would be embarrassing to come talk to the pretty girl listening to his song and telling her.” You blush at her words and Charlie sends her a death stare.

“I just thought it would be weird, I don’t know,” Charlie says trying to ignore the heat that makes its way onto his face, “Besides it’s not just my song!”

“Ooo intrigue, tell us more!” Morgan interjects. You nodding your head yes in agreement.

“Ah okay.” Charlie says, “Technically it’s a band that I play in. I got a job on this netflix show called Julie and The Phantoms, in the show I play in a band called Sunset Curve and the song you were listening to is the bands!” He says explaining it all.

“Ohhh, I know that show! Josie talks about it all the time!” You say. “She says her favorite character is I think Reggie?”

“Ya that’s another character in the band!” Charlie says.

“Okay cool! Ya she says and I quote, that while Reggie may only have two functioning brain cells she would let him ruin her life any day!” You say laughing, Charlie laughing along.

The two of your friends watching the two of you engage with one another, they could practically see the sparks flying.

“She would be jealous of me so much right now if she knew that I was with you!”

“Well how about we take a picture and send it to her?” He asks you. You immediately go to search for your phone, finding it under your shirt.

You open up your camera and lift it to get your faces in the frame. The both of you noticing the space in between you, which looked awkward in the photo.

Charlie hesitantly moves closer to you, your thighs touching, and moves his arm to go around your waist. You suck in a breath at the feeling of his hand on your hip.

“This okay?” He asks looking at you. He was so close, your faces practically touching. You could smell the mix of the beach and after shave coming off of him.

You nod your head yes, then move back to face the camera. “Say cheese!” Then click, you’ve got the photo.

You quickly send it to Josie with a message, excited to see her reply. You open up your photos to get a better look at the photo after you sent it.

Both yours and Charlie’s hair wet, sticking to your faces. Charlie is sporting a big smile, his eyes closed. You’re sporting a smile just as big, with your head tilted into his.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” Charlie says breathlessly looking at your phone. You had forgotten he was there. You’re now even more aware of how close the two of you were, neither of you moved from your position after the photo.

“Oh, thanks!” You say looking down and blushing. This was the first time all day that Charlie had heard you talk so quiet and less confident.

A shiver runs down your spine, you hadn’t noticed the temperature change or the sun starting to set. Neither of you seemed to notice that your friends had disappeared, opting to go on a walk for a little to leave you two alone.

Charlie notices you shivering. “Hey you cold?” He asks.

You nod your head, “Ya a little. I should have a jacket in that bag.” You say pointing to the one next to him.

He moves his arm from around your waist, skin brushing against yours again causing another shiver. He opens the bag but doesn’t see a jacket.

“There’s not jacket in there.” He informs you.

“Oh shit.” You say, “I always forget something!” You shrug, this wasn’t the first time it happened and knowing you it won’t be the last.

“Well here!” Charlie says while grabbing his own black jacket to hand to you.

“No Charlie, I couldn’t! What if you get cold?” You say pushing the jacket closer to him.

“I’m fine Y/N, I’m Canadian this California weather has nothing on me!” He says shoving the jacket back to you.

“You sure!” You ask hesitantly grabbing onto the jacket. Once you get a nod of approval, you’re on your feet pulling the hoodie over your head and letting it drape down to your thighs.

Yet again you’ve left Charlie breathless and in a daze.

“You look really cute in my jacket.” Charlie says, this compliment comes out more confident.

A blush makes its way onto your cheeks.

“Thank you!” You say back, opting to sit back down in your spot next to him.

“So why don’t you tell me a little more about you since it looks like our friends won’t be back soon!” You say leaning back to rest on your arms, Charlie following suit.

The next hour or so is spent filled with laughter and conversation. Both you and Charlie enjoying each other’s company. As time passes Charlie gets more confident in his flirting with you, loving to watch the blush creep up on your cheeks.

“Well you’re quite the flirt now aren’t you?” You laugh after Charlie’s last comment.

“Only for a beautiful girl like you.” He fires back just as quick as ever, which causes you to shake your head.

“Hey Y/N! You ready to head home?” You heard Morgan yell to you as she walks back up to your area of towels; pulling your attention away from Charlie and his compliments.

You look down at your watch, it was 7 PM. You didn’t notice the day fly by.

“Oh ya! I didn’t realize how late it was.” You say, getting up.

Charlie, Hannah, and Sam help you and Morgan get your things together. You guys tried to stop them but they refused, wanting to help you guys bring the stuff back to your car.

Charlie did so just for the extra time with you and Hannah knew her best friend and went along with it.

Once you had the car packed up, it was time for the goodbyes. You were a little sad, not wanting the day to end and have to say goodbye to your new friends. More specifically Charlie.

“Well it was nice meeting you guys! Maybe we could do this another time, Morgan you’ve got my number!” Hannah says pulling you into a hug and then Morgan. Sam following her lead.

Then the two of them make their way over to their car which they already have packed with their stuff.

“It was nice meeting you too Charlie!” Morgan says pulling him into a hug and then hopping into the driver’s seat. “I’ll give you two a minute.” She says while doing so and sending you a wink.

The wink causing you to both blush and look down.

You notice that you’re still wearing Charlie’s jacket and go to take it off. Charlie stops your hands as they go down to lift it off your head, “Keep it.” He says with a smile.

“No, I can’t do that! Besides you’ll need it, I’ll be warm in the car.” Again you move to take it off and he stops you.

“It’s fine Y/N, besides it gives me a reason to see you again.” He says stepping closer to you, he still has your hand in his.

“Do you think maybe I could get your number?” He asks you. You nod your head yes, almost too excited while grabbing your phone from your pocket, unlocking it, and handing it to him.

Charlie fumbles around with it for a minute before he locks it and puts it back in your pocket. He reaches to grab your hand again.

“Well it was nice meeting you Y/N.” He says, your chests touching and faces just inches from one another.

“It was nice meeting you too Charlie.” Big smiles are on both of your faces as you both look into each other’s eyes so close to one another.

Charlie breaks your eye contact for a brief second, letting his eyes drop to your lips and then back up to your eyes. You let your eyes do the same.

A breath catches in your throat as you notice Charlie start to lean in closer, you don’t move an inch and you hold your breath.

He stops just centimeters from your lips, “Is it alright if I kiss you?” His lips slightly brush yours with every word. All you can do is nod your head yes.

Then in a split moment his lips are on yours. He has your bottom lip between his two, your lips moving in sync with one another for a sweet kiss.

The moment ends too soon in your opinion, not wanting the feeling of his lips to leave yours.

He steps back to put a small amount of space between the two of you,

“Well it was nice meeting you Y/N, I will be seeing you soon.”

Matching smiles on both your faces.

“Oh really? You sound pretty confident about that Gillespie.” As much as you were excited about his words, you wanted to give him a hard time about it. You liked the look on his face when you teased him.

“Yes really, don’t fight it.” He says while laughing. You laugh along with him.

“Then I will be seeing you soon!” You say with a smile.

“Good.” Charlie says back with a smirk. To which you respond back with a “good” as well.

And with that he leans in and places one more kiss on your lips and pulls you into a hug.

“I’ll see you around.”

Then he’s off and on his way back to his car, leaving you breathless and in a daze. Before he hops in the car, he looks back at you and sends you a wink.

You smile largely and then turn to hop into the passenger seat. Morgan giving you a knowing look.

“Shut upppp.” You tell her laughing and rolling your eyes, all she does is hum back at you with a smile.

Your phone dings after a few minutes of riding in the car in silence. You look down to see the name Charlie with a heart next to it, you smile at the name.

You unlock your phone to see Charlie’s message confused because you saw a message from you to Charlie that you do not recall sending.

It was the photo of the two of you. He had sent it to himself.

You smile at the photo and then smile bigger at his message.

“That’s a pretty good-looking couple if I say so myself. How about a date tomorrow night?”

Who knew a day off at the beach could lead to this.

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ppersonna · 5 years ago

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love like this - pjm | m

never used to get excited to sit here in the silence. holdin' on to something the way im holding you. didn't used to know how fast time walks and runs and flies by. i never thought i’d feel so deeply, but damn, i do - love like this, ben rector

↳ summary- Jimin wants to make sure this birthday is your favorite one yet.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, fluff, good god this is so fluffy because i am going through it right now.

↳ warnings- shower sex, oral sex (f receiving), praising, fluffy dirty talk, jimin being best boy, cute sex, light breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes!), jimin internally waxing poetic about oral sex lolol

↳ a/n - hi babies! i am in my feels right now and whipped this out because 1- its jimin and he’s my actual baby and 2- i lowkey dreamed abt this sort of scenario and im....... emotionally unwell llllloooooollll. i really hope you like this! i super recommend listening to the song in the title/summary because fuck its CUTE and sums up alot of this relationship! pls feel free to comment, message, talk to me in any way! i love you lots!

“Wake up, my love.”

Jimin’s whispers in your ear is like hearing the harps of heaven. The way it vibrates and rolls down your spine feels like silk. It doesn't startle you awake like it should, it simply awakens your consciousness.

Your eyes flutter open and the blinking red light of your alarm clock is the first thing you see.

11:54 pm.

You must have fallen asleep waiting for your boyfriend to return home from work, like you said you would. You had plans. Tomorrow is your birthday and Jimin wanted to spend the night beforehand with you. It was some sort of tradition, dedicating the night before a birthday to each other. It started out friendly, back when you both denied yourself the feelings you were both falling in. It lasted through the years, and through the relationship changes.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” you mutter through a half-awake yawn.

He smiles at you from where he stands above. His hair falls in his face slightly, and he reaches his hand out to cup your cheek.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I’m late. Hobi kept us at practice until we had the dance down. You know how that goes…” he sighs.

You roll to sit up in bed and nod at the boy in front of you.

“I’m going to go shower, okay princess?” He states as he lowers himself to sit on the bed for a moment. “I’ll be back once I’m not drenched in sweat.”

You wrinkle your nose playfully at the thought, and he touches the tip of it lightly. There’s no need to exchange any more words. Jimin leans forward and captures your lips in for a kiss.

It’s sweet, so sweet it makes you nearly slide back down into bed into a puddle. He tastes like chapstick and sweat. He holds you there, kissing you like you’re the only person on earth he cares to be around, before he pulls away and smiles.

“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up when I’m back.”

He stands and enters the en-suite bathroom, yellow light from the bathroom flooding into the darkened bedroom. He closes the door, but not all the way, so you can hear the way the water falls and his humming echoing against the tile walls.

You’re awake now—you stretch and yawn for a moment in bed before you decide to join in the shower with Jimin.

His back is turned to you when you pad into the bathroom and peer through the glass shower door. He’s humming his own song—it’s probably stuck in his head from practicing through the choreo all day.

He notices your presence by the chill of the air wafting through the open door.

“My baby,” he murmurs as he spots your sleepy smile. “Come join me.”

The door to the shower swings wide open and he stands in the spray as he watches you undress.

His eyes follow your hands as they tug at the t-shirt covering your frame. It’s old—from back in your college days, but Jimin finds it more alluring than any lingerie. It’s so classically you it makes his heart beat fast in his chest. He’ll forever associate the baggy shirt with the way you look in the mornings, messy hair and wrapped in his blankets in his bed. It’s domestic and sweet.

The shirt comes off and Jimin swears his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of your body. It’s been years now that you’ve been together, and yet it still feels like the first time all the time. You’re undeniably attractive, of course you are, but it’s more than just that. It’s the freckles that dot your shoulders, the scar on your stomach from your appendix surgery, the color of your skin tickled gold from the sun. It all culminates to be more than a seductive body with luscious curves. It’s you.

The shorts come next. Jimin is sure they’re an old pair of his boxers and the sentiment of you in his clothing pounds hard in his chest. He’s hypnotised by your long legs, soft hips, thighs that meet in the middle so softly and gently. He loves your body, every inch and curve and delicate sway. He watched as you struggled as a teenager to love and accept your body in its state. You hated the way it seemed too much, not like the others in school. Jimin thinks your body is the perfect mold. He loves the way his hands fit in the hourglass curve of your waist. He loves the plushness of your hips and solid strong thighs that hold you up with confidence.

Jimin loves every single inch of you and hasn’t stopped telling you that since the day he confessed his feelings to you.

“Come to me,” he whispers. His eyes drag up and down your body, before they settle at your own eyes. “I need you.”

You’re loathe to deny any request from the man, especially one that sounds so sweet.

The tile floor is heated from the temperature of the water. Jimin’s always liked the showers to nearly roast the skin off him. His hair is slicked back and his tanned and toned arms open for you—your favorite spot to slip into is the spot he designates between his arms for you, only you.

Your body presses against his and he’s warm, so warm that you audibly moan and press further into him. He feels like bliss. His arms encircle you and pull you tight around the middle while yours circle his neck. Any stress or discomfort in your body floats away with the steam of the shower as you rest your head on his damp collarbones. Jimin’s comforting grasp, and the way he presses his wet lips into your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, is the balm for all your wounds.

“I think it’s midnight,” he whispers as his hands smooth up and down your back. “It’s your birthday, baby.”

A smile spreads across your face, and you bury your blushing cheeks into his chest.

“I’m ollllddd,” you whine playfully and he pokes your sides with a laugh.

“Oh shush,” he chides. “You’re not that old… you’re just older than me.”

“Jimin!” You lift your head and gasp and Jimin throws his head back in laughter. You can’t help but join in, but your hands tickle at his sides, regardless.

“Okay, okay! I give!” He chokes through his laughter. “Mercy, please.”

You grant his plea and soon the laughter dies down and you hold each other tight, allowing the water to cascade down your joined bodies.

“I love you,” he whispers as he presses his lips to your neck and shell of your ear. “I’m so lucky to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday, every year.”

A lump in your throat forms and your eyes mist over. Jimin’s always been the one. He would wait up with you all night long every year of your birthday. He’d sleep over at your house in high school, stay on the phone with you during his idol training days, facetime with you while on tour across the country. Jimin’s been the one.

“I love you, Jimin.”

Finally, your lips meet where they’re magnetized to most. His plushy pink lips are turning red from the heat of the shower and they feel like warm pillows against your own. His hands wrap around you possessively, and he holds you like he doesn’t want to break you and like he can’t get enough all in one grip.

As he kisses you, he guides you down to the granite bench of the shower. It was an addition Jimin insisted on when building the house. Initially, you resisted and thought the idea too gaudy and expensive, but now that you’re here, being pressed into the warm rock surface, you’re thankful Jimin didn’t let up.

“Let me give you your first gift,” he whispers as he finally pulls his lips away from yours.

You’re breathless. You press your back against the wall of the shower and nod dumbly at the man above you. He adjusts the spray of the shower so it continues to bathe the two of you in warmth—he refuses to make you uncomfortable for even just a second.

Jimin stands before you, and you’re reaching to grasp at his hardened length to take what you think he intends to give you, but he bats your hands away.

“No, my love,” he coos as he lowers himself to his knees. “Today is all about you.”

Shivers erupt down your spine and your nipples prickle at the sensation. Jimin smiles as he watches the buds wrinkle and harden on your skin and he leans forward to pull one into his mouth. It feels hot, hotter than the water pouring onto your skin, and soft mewling noises escape you.

Jimin’s always known your hot spots. He spent the first 6 months of your dating life nearly writing a thesis on what spots you loved most, where you reacted the best when he focused his attention. He’s learned that worshipping your body with slow and languid kisses and licks has your internal temperature heating to its boiling point.

He sucks gently, nibbles the buds in his mouth as he palms the other with his hand. He loves the way you feel in his grasp, the weight of your pretty breasts filling his palms. He’s obsessed with every curve that makes the shape of you. He can’t get enough. He thinks he’s memorized your body in his sleep.

You gasp his name and arch your back to allow him more room, more access to your chest. He laves his tongue around the nipple he sucked on, before he switches to the other. He never lets them remain untouched for long—his tongue works on one while his fingers grasp the other.

Your legs spread open unconsciously, core dripping with heat comparable to the steamy shower above you.

“Please, Jimin,” you gasp out as he nibbles a bit and pops a bud out of his mouth.

His face shows no sign of teasing, no intent on making you beg or earn. Jimin is dominant with you, through and through, but tonight he has no intention of making you kneel before him or beg for his cock. He wants to worship you, wants to pour his love out with his tongue against your clit. And he intends to make it known how deep that love goes.

“Yes, my baby,” he whispers as his lips trail up your collar and neck to kiss at your lips.

His baby. You shiver at the sound of the possessiveness in his voice. It never fails to make you weak, to have you eating out of the palm of his hands. You’ve always been his, even before you truly knew it.

He doesn’t linger long on your lips. He cups a cheek and rubs at the gentle skin beneath your eyes as he gazes into you. Tonight, Jimin’s eyes say more than just raw or carnal desire. The color and look in Jimin’s eyes could write sonnets that rival the great Shakespeare himself. He looks as if he could compose symphonies devoted to you and the way you make him feel. The thought rolls around your head and makes your heart swell so big it feels as if it cuts off the air to your lungs.

Jimin trails his lips down your body, kisses at your reddened nipples one last time. His lips against your stomach and hips and thighs feel like his exaltation to you, as if he’s praying to you, a goddess, and offering his supplication for what you have given him.

He presses your legs open wider and stares with heat and desire at your center. It’s slicked up with arousal and colored a pretty pink that makes him dizzy with love. Jimin thinks his favorite color is the shade of fuschia of your clit.

You’re whimpering as he spreads your folds apart with his fingers. You can feel the heat of the shower, the solid breath escaping his plush lips that you’re desperate to have on you. Your legs tremble and Jimin smiles as he watches your big eyes plead for him to give you something—anything.

“My beautiful, perfect baby,” he invokes like a prayer. “So pretty and laid out for me. I love you. I love this sweet little pussy and how wet you get for me.”

Another desperate whimper leaves your lips and he can feel the desire rolling off you in waves.

“Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear those pretty little sighs as I drink you up.”

He leaves you no chance to agree to his gentle command and instead buries himself into the apex of your thighs. You gasp as his tongue makes contact with your clit and begins a languid vertical motion from your dripping hole back to the nub of nerves.

You whine out his name graciously, desperately, as his tongue dives into you and laps at the juices coming out of you. He drinks it like its wine, the finest and most expensive vintage. The way your body tightens and trembles at his touch makes him groan against your pussy. He feels so powerful with you, so loved and adored. He finds it incredible that even amid him pleasuring you, your response to his ministrations pleasures him as much as your mouth would.

His tongue and lips against your nub feel like stinging, delicious fire. It feels like the shower heats to a simmer by his actions alone, and it leaves scorching marks on your skin that make you gasp. His fingers grip at the thickness of your thighs and leave prints where they hold you tight. He likes the way the plush skin feels beneath him—the way his fingers leave bruises on your delicate skin.

“Jimin,” you cry. “Please, more.” You’re desperate for more but you’re quickly losing the ability to coherently ask for it.

Jimin normally would make you verbalize it, make you tell him exactly what you want him to do. But he feels merciful tonight. Maybe it’s the sweet gasps and moans you make that go straight to his cock and to his heart. He’ll give in tonight, make you feel in control of the events tonight.

“You want my fingers, baby?” He asks sweetly while his tongue spells his name out on your clit. He wants your body to recognize just who gets you going, who works your body to the brink every single time. You’re his, and he wants every atom, every strand of DNA inside you to know that.

You’re nodding quickly, hands trembling as you try to grip at something and come short. The slippery granite does nothing more for you than add to the desperation you feel and you’re nearly keening for him.

“Yes, my love,” he agrees.

Jimin slowly inserts his middle and pointer finger into your core. It’s a stretch for now, but he’ll slowly work you open until you can take every inch of his thick cock later. He wants to take you all night, have your body pressed up against his as he makes love to you on every surface of your shared bedroom and adjoining bathroom. He wants to give you a birthday present of filling you up as much as you want and can take it.

Once you feel his fingers breach you, your moans turn from breathy and needy to loud and wanton. It feels incredible to feel him inside you, filling an emptiness that lingers anytime he’s not within you. Once Jimin first slid into you so long ago, you knew he was the missing piece to your body and your soul.

“Fuck!” You shout as he flicks his tongue against your clit and sets a pace with his fingers.

He smirks against your cunt as you shout, knowing he’s got you now wrapped around his fingers. He coaxes more out of you by curling his fingers, pressing against the spongy spot within you that stops your breathing for a moment and makes your legs jerk. He coos his revelry into you and increases the speed. He wants to see your undoing, wants to watch the way your body lets go around his fingers and against his tongue.

Jimin’s tongue continues its barrage on your clit and you’re winding higher and higher and you can feel the way your stomach tightens to prepare for your end. He can feel your channel tightening and it eggs him on to continue, to pump faster and slip in a third finger while he suckles at your sensitive clit. You’re gasping out his name, pleading and begging and warning him as the end comes closer and closer.

In an instant, you snap and your cunt convulses around his fingers. He can feel it pulsating around him and your clit throbs against his tongue. He smiles, closes his eyes as he listens to you cry out your bliss and tug at his wet hair. He wishes he could record the way you scream his name at your end, always unable to hold back whimpering and whining his full name instead of whatever honorific he makes you call him the rest of the time.

He loves that you know it’s always him, always Jimin, making you reach your high.

Jimin’s tongue laps at the wetness escaping you as you settle down. Your breathing remains harsh but you’re able to inhale deeper and open your eyes. You peer down at him as he pulls his fingers from within you. Your gaze melts his soul. It speaks more than your words ever could. It tells him just how in love with him you are, just how devoted you are to him for the rest of your life.

Jimin doesn’t give you time to speak. He pulls your weak legs to standing and guides you out of the shower. He rubs you with soft, warm towels and dries your entire body before drying himself. He dries your hair with a smile as you peek at him through the white towel, before you lean forward and kiss him. He holds the kiss, moves his lips against yours deeply and passionately as he lifts you and walks you towards the king-sized bed. The blankets are messy from where you slept, but neither of you care to fix it. He tucks you into the sheets and follows suit.

His fingers trail hot on your skin as he kisses at your face, your chin, your neck.

There’s no speaking as he hovers over you, lines his thick length with your aching core and slides into you.

“Jimin,” you whisper as he sheathes himself fully.

The way you say his name sounds like a grateful prayer, a thankful benediction to him. It sends him reeling.

He starts the pace slowly, watches the way your eyes bore into his as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. It feels like white, hot bliss to be buried inside you. The slickness of your first orgasm coats him and he slides in and out of you easily.

Jimin never felt what home was until the first time he slipped between you. He never understood that home wasn’t a place, a brick and mortar building with belongings. Home is buried within you, taking two beings and joining them as one. He thinks wherever he goes, home will always be the way you cling to him, whisper your adoration to him as he makes love to you.

He can’t help himself from kissing your face, pressing his lips against your eyelids and your cheeks as he ruts into you. Your hips are matching his speed and time, egging him on and desperate for his own end. You want to treat him as well as he treated you.

It’s not just your body that feels deliciously stretched and full of Jimin—it’s your entire soul and being that feels as if you’ve finally found a piece of you that wasn’t quite complete. Jimin fits himself into that slot so easily, without fail.

“I love you,” he groans into your ear as he licks and kisses it gently. “I love you, so much.”

His words make you whimper, make your pussy tighten impossibly around his thickness and it makes him moan.

“Want to fill you,” he whispers as he sucks a mark into your neck. “Want to give us a baby.”

It makes your heart burst. You’re desperate for a family, want a child with the idol above you so badly you dream of it nightly. Jimin wants it too, wants to see you swollen with his baby, wants to start and raise a family with you, you, only you.

“Please!”

It’s all you're capable of asking, only capable of begging for what he offers you. Your heart rate speeds incredibly at the thought of finally establishing more than just you and him and bringing a life that is proof of your devotion and love.

He keeps at it, moving his hips faster and faster. He lifts his head up to throw it back at how good you feel, how close he is. You can tell he’s close to the edge by how desperate his breathy moans and sweet words come out. He drops a hand to circle at your clit—he wants to come with you, wants to make this moment about both of you, about the culmination of you.

The added pressure along with the look on his face that reads as if he’s memorizing every moment of this love-making sends you over your edge unexpectedly. The turbulent waves crash over you and send you soaring high, higher than you think you’ve ever been before. The passion in the love-making makes your end so much more overwhelming—it’s the physical manifestation of how much he loves you, and you love him.

Your walls contracts around him and Jimin whimpers a ‘fuck!’ as he feels himself unravel and pump his seed into you, as deep as he can make it go. The feeing is unparalleled, the highest point of bliss you think you’ve ever felt. You’re gasping out as it feels your entire body is sucking him in, milking him and wanting to keep him buried inside you for as long as you can. Jimin doesn’t think he’d ever leave if he had the choice.

The come-down from the high is just as blissful as the orgasm itself. Jimin is sure he’s never met someone who makes post-coital cuddling as intense and orgasmic as the sex itself. You hold him so sweetly, whisper your praise into his ear, tell him how much you love him and how you hope to be his forever and ever. You tell him you can’t wait to have his baby, to start a family with him.

Jimin holds you close, pulls the blankets tight around your still damp bodies.

As your breathing slows and evens out and he whispers a soft ‘happy birthday’ to your ears, Jimin knows he’s never felt a love quite like this.

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