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bangtangalicious · 11 months ago

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placebo (m) | pjm (3)

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. jungkook & namjoon)

premise: you're assigned a soulmate backed by the science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. you find yours: park jimin is the exact opposite of you. a member of a notorious resistance gang, he doesn't believe in science, love, or the state.

summary: you find out that jimin isn't your true soulmate. he was a placebo - a series of control trials to see if simply thinking someone is your soulmate would be enough to make you fall in love. the issue is, you did. you did fall in love. hard.

genre: 18+ romance, smut, angst, soulmate!au, dystopian, love triangle, romeo-juliet, opposites attract, hurt-comfort

characters: student!reader, vigilante!jimin, student!jungkook, scientist!namjoon

warnings: 18+, contains smut, angsty smut, rough penetrative sex, creampie, cock warming, breast play, a lot of kissing. like a lot. emotional sex, oral sex (m), fingering, praise kink, jimin is a pro at snapping that bra off, a lot of stimulation, a lot of foreplay, aftercare, they're in love okay it's cheesy, feelings of fear, hurt, government conspiracy, medical procedure, memory loss, cursing

taglist: @tornparts @loona15 @effielumiere @agustdream8 @jnghs @dragons-flare @xiusmarshmallow @ratherbefangirling @infires-imagines @aretha170 @dvalitaes @kookiejeonie @ddaeng-angmoh @idk123906 @cuteipat @uarmyhore @natalie-rdr @yawnkive @sukunabitch @withluvjm @thesmeraldogirl @theceraunophilegirl

Jimin—

“We’re not actually soulmates.”

Disappointment couldn’t even begin to explain what Jimin was feeling as he saw your eyes shatter in front of him. His heart was already beating wildly with a sense of pounding worry—all from your tears. He wasn’t the kind of guy who expressed himself. He was a pawn. A soldier, of sorts. He took action.

Right now, he was paralyzed. Every drop of blood drained from him in one rush of cold. He was left with nothing. Not even your touch held enough comfort to warm the life back into him. His breath even, mocking him with a charade of calmness.

You continued to explain. He heard you—he swore he did, but everything seemed to numb him from comprehending.

“It was a placebo, where the chip signals but we aren’t actually compatible. So the basis for everything we felt—or everything we think we feel, was a lie. Jungkook found out and,”

Jimin blinked. Looking at you. You were still there. You were still real. Your eyes swollen with tears. Hearing your words hurt, but seeing you like this hurt even more. He needed to be strong for you—you were falling apart in front of him, and he was too stubborn to let you.

He wasn’t going to let you go.

Because he didn’t care. He didn’t care—in fact, a rush seemed to pulse into him, beckoning him onwards—the fact that you might have been some government-implanted craving he had was the only reason he was trying to stay away from you initially. You fought for him. And fuck, he loved you. It was too soon to say it. Hell—probably too soon to feel it but he didn’t have a doubt in his mind.

Last night, as he fell asleep in your arms, all he could wish for was to have that every day for the rest of his life. He had never felt so strongly bound to another person. Never felt so seen, so cherished.

This wasn’t about some microchip in your necks. To him, it never had been. You cared for him when he was hurt. You were a fucking nerd, obsessed with your geeky job in a way that enamored him. You worked so hard, were so fiercely determined and dedicated to your cause. You were messy, clumsy, a stickler for rules where Jimin liked to bend them, break them, or ignore them altogether.

He loved the person you were, unfiltered—he loved the person you wanted to become, and most of all he loved the way you loved him. Your heart on your sleeve. Calling out his bullshit. And always being exactly what he needed even if he didn’t know it himself.

And he knew all of this. So why did he feel so fucking terrified?

Jimin swallowed deeply. His hand leaving your face as you searched him for a reaction through glassy eyes.

“Tell me what this means to you, doctor” His words were hushed. His fingers gliding over your wrists before circling them into his hold. His lips hovered over yours, foreheads resting against one another.

Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He knew exactly what it meant to you. But he needed to hear you say it. He knew how hard you had fought for him. He had tried so hard to push you away, but you persisted because you believed in the Soulmate Initiative so strongly. That had been the catalyst. For you—it had been the condition of your love.

“Jimin” You exhaled. The regret in your voice carved into his heart.

“You know that never mattered to me” His grip on your wrists tightened, as if his touch would make you understand. It was all he could do to not scream—not begin to pathetically beg you not to care. Not to change anything—not to leave him.

He could see you scrambling for words. “There’s still a chance—” You attempted to reason. Because that’s who you were. Hard facts and logic. Your voice choked—Jimin couldn’t look at you a second longer. It was too fucking painful. Too painful to sit there and watch as you gave up on him.

He needed to leave. Get far away from you and think. Because right now he felt so helpless, so powerless—he didn’t trust himself not to say something he’d ultimately regret.

His eyes were red, wet with anger. A façade to cover the shattering in his chest.

“I have to get to class, doctor” His voice was serene. His gaze, tumultuous.

“Jimin please,” You tried to pull him back as he stood up. He yanked his hand away from you, rougher than he meant to, but enough for you to get the hint. “I’m so sorry”

He took a few steps towards the door. Turning back, he looked at you one last time. Your tear-stained cheeks. Your quivering lips.

“I’m not sorry” He swallowed thickly. Pulling on his leather jacket and grabbing his helmet, he tucked in under his arm. “I will never be sorry for falling for you, doctor”

“There might—” Jimin held up his palm.

“I’ll come back” His eyes softened as if to ease your anxiety, “We can talk about this later”

He was out of the door in seconds, unable to look you in the eye again. The fresh, cold air hit him like salvation from the tension. He gasped, breathing the sharp air in as his tears unleashed.

Sinking to the floor, he buried his head between his knees. His fingers gripping his hair in frustration as he sobbed quietly. He jerked his head back, hitting the door as he punched the ground next to him. Cursing loudly as he crumbled.

You—

Jimin would be back any second. You’d never felt quite so nervous. So anxious—not even when you opened your decision letter for your PhD program—not ever. He’d be back. Be home. And you two would have to face the impending doom you’d introduced to him.

More than anything, you felt guilty. Guilty that you were responsible for what he was going through right now. After trying so hard to convince him that he even deserved love, let alone from you—to gain his trust and then put him into this grey space of uncertainty. It wasn’t lost on you how unfair it was.

The mere thought of living your life like you had before Jimin—was pointless. He had awoken something within you. As frustrating as he was, as much of a tease and a flirt—he made every day feel like an adventure. He brought you to life in a way nothing else quite did.

But if your real soulmate was out there, you couldn’t help but wonder. Was it all fake attraction? Was what you could find with someone you were truly compatible with even better than this? More magical? More right?

You had to know.

And you knew Jimin wouldn’t see it that way. But even if you chose to ignore it—to let it go, it would drive a wedge between the two of you inevitably. Jimin’s flaws seemed to glare at you in a way that they hadn’t before. Everything impossible about your relationship seemed to weigh on you because you didn’t have the blind faith in the system anymore. You didn’t have the promise that this is how it was supposed to be.

The ring of your doorbell sent your heart into somersaults. You buzzed him, nervously tugging at your sleeves. You wanted to look pretty for him—unsure if that was cruel of you, but you couldn’t help but think that these were a collection of your final moments together.

He walked inside. Tired eyes, raven hair wispy from the wind. The cold tinting his cheek and nose. His black motorcycle jacket hugged his figure. The familiar scent of cigarettes and gasoline which you had come to associate with comfort. A scent that once made you nauseous.

Slugging his backpack off, he set it aside. Neatly, he unlaced his boots before stepping inside. He regarded you with a soft smile. His deep brown eyes were simultaneously relieved and broken.

“Hey you”

You approached him slowly, immediately wrapping your arms around his torso. You inhaled him. His unadulterated bliss. He was cold, but so warm. And when his arms wrapped around you, cradling your head to the crook of his neck, leaning into you—you wanted to simply melt.

You looked up. His pretty eyes—the way he looked at you—God. His touch flushed you over with heat as his palm reached your cheek, thumb caressing over your jaw, teasing your bottom lip.

You didn’t know what to say to him. It seemed, you didn’t need to say anything. Jimin sighed into you, his lips relaxing against yours. So soft. So tender. Incredibly sweet.

And you wouldn’t stop him. Maybe it was avoidance. The impending melancholy of the night you were about to have. The inevitable heartache. You deepened the kiss, pulling Jimin closer to you desperately.

He grinned against your lips as you did. Hands falling to your hips before cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up, still kissing you with the same delicateness. Taking you to the couch where he sat you both down.

Falling to his back, you crawled on top of him. Lips not parting. Breaths getting heavier.

Because when you kissed, nothing else mattered. Nothing else even existed. There was only him. Him and the storm of pleasure brewing in your chest. The heat coursing through your veins. The dizziness spinning in your head.

His fingers curled over your hip as he flipped you down. Hovering over you now, he admired you. Eyes memorizing your every crevice. His chain fell from his neck, the cool metal making you shiver as it glided across your hot skin.

He peeled off his jacket, leaving only his tight white t-shirt, before returning to you. Body caging yours in. Forearms resting on either side of your face as his fingers traced your cheeks.

“I don’t tell you enough” He murmured. You raised your eyebrows, curious. “You’re so fucking beautiful, doctor. So pretty,” His eyes were half-lidded, kissing you chastely, “Sexy..gorgeous..mine” He smacked against your lips between each word—sending a rush of praise to your head.

And you loved it. You loved his words like they were feathers tickling against you. His voice was silk and you wanted to dance in it for eternity.

The pressure of his body felt incredible against yours, his heat like a blanket. You’d never felt so safe—so cherished in his hold.

“Where the hell did you even come from, doctor?” He hummed playfully against your lips, “How the hell find me? You’re a fever. You’re my disease and my cure”

You tugged at his chain, urging him to kiss you harder. To glue his lips to yours.

He groaned, hips rolling flush against yours as his mouth worked you into serenity. You could feel how badly he needed you, but he was taking his time. On the other hand, you were frantic. Your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up his torso as he chuckled. You could feel his scalding skin on your fingertips. Exploring the expanse of him. The contours of his body, the soft skin.

His teeth tugged at your lip, nipping at you playfully as you scratched your nails against his chest. He finally allowed you to pull this shirt over his head, giving you a moment to admire him, chain contrasting against his golden skin before you tugged off your own top.

You were left in sheer light green bra. Delicate. Something you had bought as a joke a long time ago, wondering if it would actually make you feel more confident. Jimin’s pupils darkened.

“Let me” He exhaled shakily. You turned over, on your knees as Jimin held you up—one hand on your neck pulling you back to him. His fingers gripped your jaw as he kissed your cheek, smirking against you as his other hand expertly snapped your bra off. So fast that it sent shivers down your spine. He replaced where the latch once was pressing into your back with his own lips, kissing up your spine until melting at your nape.

You arched your back as the bra slid down your arms, onto the floor. Jimin’s coarse fingers immediately covering your breasts. Pinching your nipple between his fingers sensually. Trailing butterfly kisses up your neck. You twitched under his touch. Small, needy gasps leaving your parted lips.

He hummed with pleasure, tasting you across your jaw, chest pressed against your back.

“So good to me,” He kissed your cheek. The blisters on his fingers against the soft skin of your breasts making his touch so incredibly erotic, it had you weeping in your core. His touches so subtle, and yet you were reacting to him so desperately. Craving him, overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt when he touched you.

“Please” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for. He chuckled softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Jimin p-please”

“I love that. I love it when you ask me so nicely like that” He pushed you down on all fours. You let out a surprised gasp at his sudden roughness, but your cunt tightened. He pulled off your jeans, and then his own. Leaving your panties on he grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed it.

“So fucking perfect,” His large hands moved all over the flesh of your thighs. He let two fingers tease along your damp slit. “What’s this huh? Wet for me already baby?”

His fingers pushed the cloth aside, finding your tender clit. You bit back a moan as he began to trace small, slow circles. He leaned down on you, the feeling of skin on skin riling you up even further. His lips caressed the back of your shoulders with hums of approval as his fingers continued to coax you. His other hand holding your hip steady. Pinching your ass tenderly.

“Jimin” You gasped breathlessly, fingers gripping the couch tight. His fingers continued to push you further and further towards nirvana. He pulled you up suddenly, fingers still on your clit—but he needed to see you. Needed to look into your eyes as you came. Hand wrapped around your neck, enough to feel his control but not enough to choke you.

“You gonna cum for me doctor?” Jimin teased, forcing your jaw towards him. A grin on his lips mirrored the mischievous glint in his eyes. You nodded pathetically.

“Yeah?” His tone raised, taunting you further as he smashed his lips back on yours. Tongue pushing through your lips as his fingers circled your clit faster. Your moans were swallowed by him—body going limp as waves of pleasure crashed down on you. Your body bucking forward, taking Jimin down with you. Twitching all over as your cunt leaked onto his hand. His rough, desperate kisses muffling your screams.

“That’s it baby, so good for me” His fingers led you through the aftershocks before dipping into your sensitive cunt. “So good and wet all for me, right?”

He pulled himself off of you, and you turned, on your knees—reaching for his cock.

“I want to suck your cock”

Jimin blinked at you incredulously.

But you were determined. You began to stroke him gently. He hissed, reaching behind you to steady himself against the back of the couch.

“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you baby?” He leaned down to kiss you cheek. You looked up at him, eyes earnest—because you wanted him to feel so good.

You wanted to make up for all the pain you knew you were about to cause him. He deserved everything—heaven and the stars and everything beyond, you wanted him to have it all. For now, you let your lips kiss the flushed tip of his cock.

“F-fuck,” He reached for your chin, stroking your jaw tenderly. “You’re so good to me baby fuck”

“I,” You diverted your eyes with shame as heat crawled over your cheeks. “Tell me what to do”

Jimin gulped, eyes shifting as he understood your words.

“Open wide” He pushed two fingers against your lips until your mouth opened enough for him to slide them inside. “No teeth okay baby—and then just take it in as far—” He pushed his fingers down your throat. You tried your best not to gag, until finally you couldn’t help it. He pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva following. “As you can”

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it playfully as he cooed at you. It was the eagerness in your eyes. The fierce determination he knew you were feeling to please him.

“You’re so” He chuckled softly, “God I—” He choked on his words.

Now was hardly the time.

You beamed at him, taking his cock into your mouth little by little. His head tilted back as he cursed to himself.

You loved seeing him like this—amazed that you could make him feel like this. Motivated by his response, you began to slowly bob your head. He exhaled verbally, letting out a loud groan.

“Just like that baby, fuck—good girl” His voice was pained as if he was losing his resolve and it only fueled you to move faster. He tugged your hair, giving you a warning stare. “If you do that I’m gonna cum baby. Slow down”

You gave him a mischievous look, deciding to disobey.

“Y/n” His voice was low, demanding. He recognized you were teasing him, and as much as he wanted to fuck you—he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. His thumb swiped at the drool from the edge of your lips. A shock rippled through his body as he reached for your shoulder to keep him steady.

“Fuck. Fuck. Baby I’m—” His hips bucked, cock twitching inside your mouth as you felt his warm cum on your tongue. You let him go, swallowing his cum—and before you could even process it, he lifted you up, forcing your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the covers gently, kissing the inside of your thighs, all the way up your stomach, where he showed you a little extra love, up to your breasts—he nibbled on them playfully, loving the way you’d twitch for him. His eyes stayed glued to yours. Dark and needy.

“I’m gonna need a little bit” Jimin confessed after deciding your breasts had been abused enough by his mouth. For now. He let his fingers continue to toy with them as he hovered over you. “But we should talk, hm?”

You inhaled sharply.

“Y-yeah we should”

Jimin grinned, taking a peak back into his mouth, this time letting his tongue run rampant on the plushness.

“Jimin” You hissed, grabbing his hair.

“You taste so good baby, I can’t help it” He kept on kissing your chest. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you into his embrace. Your naked bodies intertwined as his hands roamed all over you. You cradled his head against you, fingers running through his silky black hair.

You whimpered, hopelessly aroused by his actions. Your pussy pulsing, wishing so badly to be stuffed.

“I need you” You nudged him. “I need you so bad”

Jimin grinned, pulling away from you. He kissed you softly.

Then his eyes grew serious.

“Y/n” His tone had changed. He wasn’t teasing anymore. “If I asked you to just let it go,”

“You know I can’t” You responded. Jimin looked away. His fingers still tracing your sides.

“Yeah” He said after some time, kissing your cheek, “I know”

You gulped, cupping his face in your hands. “Can I just say that, right now, in this moment, based on every experience I’ve had in my life up to this point—I love you?”

Jimin scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes.

“I just need to know”

“If there’s someone else, you mean.” Jimin gave you a pointed look. “What happens then, doctor?”

“If someone else is my soulmate, that also means someone else is yours. I can’t keep you from that”

“I know I don’t want that” Jimin gripped your hips possessively, pulling you impossibly closer. “I don’t care. I love you”

A tear rolled down your cheek. The hurt that you so blissfully ignored moments before, returning.

“I’ll meet Dr. Kim Namjoon at the conference in a few days. He can check for us, and then”

“You already know though, don’t you?” Jimin challenged. “You think we aren’t compatible”

You paused. “Well I—”

“Go ahead, doctor” Jimin smiled, a hint of despair in his gaze, “Go meet your soulmate. No one in this universe will love you the way I do, I am sure of it. So sure that I’ll take the chance of losing you forever if it means you’ll believe me one day”

He began to get emotional. You ached for him. Ached for the pain he felt in his chest. The pain you didn’t want him to feel.

Your hand rested on his chest. Feeling the beat of his heart against the tense silence.

He kissed you again. Desperately. His fingers tugging your panties aside as his now hard cock slid against your folds.

You kissed him back—even more desperately. Savoring whatever you had left with him. Losing yourself in him as though time were running out. Spreading your thighs to grant him entrance, he fucked into effortlessly. Filling you up until you felt so right—so whole. He stilled, nose tracing yours as he gazed into your eyes.

Tears threatened the edges of his pretty brown eyes.

“I don’t trust them Y/n” He whispered, the tear unleashing, “What if they brainwash you—what if seeing your soulmate resets your brain chip and—” He gasped, lip trembling.

“I won’t forget you, Jimin” You assured him with a comforting hand stroking his back.

“You don’t know that” Jimin gulped.

The true fear in his eyes hit you like a reality check. Reminding you that this man had no trust in the system, and you were asking him to take a gamble on it.

“Maybe you’re not supposed to know about the Placebo. Maybe they’ll do something to you, and me—and you’ll be in danger and I won’t know”

You kissed him sweetly. “Baby” You mumbled, knowing you’d never called him that— “Don’t think like that”

“I mean the fact that we fell in love, without the compatibility assessment, means the whole system is bullshit—doesn’t it? They could pick any two people and condition them to love one another with the chip. That’s not something they’d be okay with people knowing”

“N-not necessarily” You sighed. “Baby—move” You urged him, as if he forgot his cock was nestled deep inside of you. He hadn’t.

He gave you a tight thrust. Your lips parted, and he did it again, watching your expression intently. He held you close—you held him close. He buried his face into your neck, pushing you onto your back so he could fuck you deeper. His hips slammed against yours, deep, quick thrusts that you could feel throughout every inch of your body.

“You’re heaven” Jimin gasped, kissing your cheek again, “I don’t think you fucking understand what I feel for you, doctor—I swear I”

“I do, Jimin” You assured him, “I feel it” He began fucking you faster. “And I love you”

He stilled so he could kiss you again. “Say it again” He begged, “Please. Say it, mean it, please”

“I love you” You stared into his starry eyes. His fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your arms above your head as he resumed his ruthless pace. His lips pasting against yours in between your confession, “I love you Jimin—I do—So much”

He burst inside you, but he couldn’t stop. The moment was too charged, too emotionally ripe. He kept himself sheathed inside of you, cum stuffed deep. Hugging you close, he kissed you—a man addicted, and you were his vice.

You fell asleep, at some point.

You heard him whisper against your eyelids—I won’t give up, at some point.

You woke up, at some point.

He was gone.

You—

You arrived at the conference. You hadn’t heard from Jimin since that night—but preparation kept you distracted. This was a huge moment for your career—and you’d worked too hard to fall short now.

Jungkook was by your side, dressed in a light grey suit—the conference badge contrasting the plain white button-down shirt that gripped his chiseled chest. Around you were folks of similar adornment—chatting with their colleagues, setting up posters and grabbing coffee.

“Good—you made it” Your boss, Jung Hoseok, who you loathed approached the both of you. “Is everything set up for my talk later?”

You exchanged an irritated look with Jungkook, who bit back a smile. “Yes, sir”

Dr. Jung hummed, pleased with your response. “Very well. Go network. This conference has the best of the best. Y/n, I know you were interested in meeting Dr. Kim, would you like me to make an introduction?”

You stiffened. Dr. Kim Namjoon. He was the most brilliant biochemist of your time. He single-handedly piloted the Soulmate initiative with the help of his neuro-engineering team. He developed the compatibility algorithm that you spent your whole life studying. Appreciating.

He was infamous. And it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous too—you had all of his books, memoirs, magazine articles. It was safe to say you knew quite a bit about the man. And soon he’d be right in front of you. In the flesh.

“If you don’t mind” You held back your excitement, but your hand trembled, gripping onto the pamphlet that a volunteer had forced into your hold earlier. Dr. Jung nodded, motioning for you to follow him.

“I’ll come too, if that’s okay” Jungkook quipped. You made a face, but knew you had no right to take this opportunity from him either, as much as you preferred to meet him alone to discuss your dilemma.

Up the elevator, Dr. Jung led the both of you to the top floor of the hotel in which the conference was taking place. From the clear glass, you could see the city sprawled out—serene, snow beginning to melt off of the ground. More folks were out and about. Children playing in the now cleared-up parks. Spring was coming, soon.

You stepped out of the elevator, and were met with a series of guards lining the hallway. It made sense; you mused. Kim Namjoon was a high-ranked State scientist. Which meant he was a prime target for a Resistance kidnapping or attack.

Your lips wavered. A part of you was disappointed at the lack of hope you had that you’d find out you and Jimin were compatible. Your gut knew you weren’t. But you loved him, so it could be. It could be him, right?

Why did you love him, if you weren’t compatible? It was so easy to think of all the reasons—so simple in your mind, but hard to find the words. You trusted him with your life. He was attractive, kind, in a bad situation but had big dreams. Dreams to make change, and you admired that.

As you walked past the guards, Jungkook’s hand brushed against yours. You looked his way and he winked at you excitedly. “You ready?”

He whispered against your neck. Too close—maybe it hadn’t been before, but now it felt too close. Nevertheless, you smiled back at him and nodded.

It occurred to you that Jungkook might be your real soulmate.

“Namjoon!” Dr. Jung opened the double doors to the suite. You took the room in. Hardly a room—there was a whole lab set up in there. Humming with the soft whirr of state-of-the-art machinery, bright white lights everywhere. Translucent monitors display complex molecular structures and neural pathways. Simulations.

The middle of the room had a holographic interface projected a three-dimensional model of a chip. The chip. Tiny filaments extended from the chip, resembling delicate neurons connecting to an unseen network.

Your heart skipped a beat. This was paradise.

There was not a drop of chemicals in this lab. Everything was tech-based, simulation and modeling predicting chemical interactions, hormonal regulation, neural response and bodily action.

“Hey Hobi” You heard a low, smooth voice. Your clenched your fingers into your palm. Taking a deep breath, you turned the corner where Dr. Kim was sitting.

God.

He sat casually on a stool set up by a plain workstation. He was dressed in a black turtleneck, black trousers—his black hair gelled up. You’d neve seen him without a white-coat on, as that’s how he tended to appear in media pictures. Here, in front of you now, he was relaxed. He was just a person. He was a man.

His dimpled smile made your throat tighten. A smile that reached his eyes with such a genuine glimmer. He greeted Dr. Jung with a suave fistbump, exchanging some words with him before chuckling lightly, patting him on the back and swiveling his chair towards you and Jungkook.

His smile widened.

“Hey there” He nodded his head politely. Both you and Jungkook bowed slightly. “So you’re the poor kids who got looped into helping this motherfucker” Your eyes widened at his comment, but Dr. Jung simply rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah—I’ll see you downstairs. Drinks tonight? The usual?” Dr. Jung pointed at him for confirmation as he reached the door. Namjoon nodded.

“Of course Hobi, I’ll see you later” He redirected his full attention to the both of you, shutting the computer in front of him. “Please, take a seat” He motioned behind him and a small robot pushed two stools over to where you were standing.

“I’m Y/n L/n” You extended your hand to him.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about you. You study my work, huh?” He winked, making your face rush with heat. His eyes passed over to Jungkook. “And you?”

“Jeon Jungkook, honored to be here, sir”

“Good. Good, so tell me about yourselves”

“Actually” You exhaled. “Dr. Kim, if you don’t mind—there’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you”

He raised his eyebrows. Folding his arms over his strong chest in a way that made you aware that this man worked out, he leaned back. “Oh, sure. Let’s hear it then”

You were about to speak when Jungkook interrupted.

“Y/n’s soulmate was a placebo. We’d like to run the compatibility test to find out who her real soulmate is”

Your mouth felt dry. Namjoon’s eyes flashed with interest, gaze remaining steady on you.

“How’d you figure it out?”

You looked at Jungkook.

“I uh, hacked some data” Jungkook confessed, shyly.

Namjoon let out a soft laugh.

“Well alright. As you know, any scientific RCT trial needs a control group. We use these placebos to understand the actual effect of the Soulmate algorithm’s deployment on the outcomes of interest. Procreation, individual health and wellness, etc.”

He was speaking to you. Directly to you, even though Jungkook was right by your side.

“The way the chip works is that you see someone who surpasses your compatibility threshold. There isn’t one soulmate. I suppose there could be, but we have to factor in proximity and chance for encounter. That’s why the microchip will only give the Soulmate signal once you meet someone who has also passed the cognitive-sexual threshold who surpasses your compatibility level. Another threshold, unique to each person and defined by many metrics”

It was nothing you didn’t know. Jungkook on the other hand, was fascinated.

“Wait so, both and Y/n and I were past out cognitive-sexual threshold and we saw each other all the time before she met…her placebo. I didn’t meet her compatibility threshold?”

Namjoon seemed to bit back a giggle. “Well, Jungkook? Is it? Right, it goes both ways. She didn’t meet yours either” His eyes flashed at you. You couldn’t help but notice that they were honey-brown, almost gleaming gold in the light.

Jungkook seemed to recede into himself.

“Is there a way I can check my compatibility with my placebo soulmate?” You asked, tugging at your sleeves.

“Well, I suppose” Namjoon took a second to think, “If you know where they are right now, and get to them without looking too many people in the eye” He chuckled.

Right, you mused.

“Because if you reset my chip, and I see someone else, it’ll register they’re my soulmate before I can even look Jimin in the eye” You mumbled.

“Exactly. We can do that, if you’d like. But no law says you must be romantically involved with your soulmate. Either way, your choice is still your own”

You gulped. You just had to know.

“Please, if it’s alright, can you reset my chip?” The words felt like acid leaving your mouth. Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly.

“Sure thing. Jungkook—this is a medical procedure, technically. We will need some privacy”

“Oh, right” Jungkook scrambled to his feet, rushing out the door rather quickly. Namjoon reached for a tablet set near the window and tapped a few buttons. Some robots arrived, removing the table and stools and setting up a medical bed in it’s place.

“Do you not like your placebo soulmate?” Namjoon asked, while the robots were at work.

“Actually I like him a lot.” You confessed. “But I believe so strongly in the benefits of your algorithm. So I just need to know for sure”

Namjoon squinted at you, but nodded.

“Do most placebos work out?” You blurted, covering your stomach with your crossed arms. “Is there a statistically significant difference between outcomes with truly compatible soulmates and placebo ones?”

A grin tugged at Namjoon’s lips. The robots finished setting up the medical equipment and he motioned for you to lie down.

“What do you think, Y/n?” Namjoon mused as he connected a few wires to the back of your neck. “Do you think placebos would work out the same way? Is believing someone is your true love enough to make you love them?”

You gulped. His fingers brushed against your nape as he plugged in your chip.

Until it hit you.

“It doesn’t matter” The thoughts came to you as the words left your mouth, “It isn’t even about love. Compatibility. Or health.” Your eyes quivered as you noticed Namjoon’s grin widening.

“I-It’s about your faith in the State” You drawled, “If you believe in the State—in the Soulmate Initiative, then it’ll work. And if you don’t—”

You sat upright suddenly, feeling uneasy. Jimin’s fears echoing in the back of your mind.

“Don’t worry—you did fall in love. You clearly believe, so you have nothing to worry about.” Namjoon admired you for a moment. “You’re very smart, Miss. Y/n. It’s a shame it took us until now to meet”

Namjoon proceeded to tap a few more things on his tablet.

“Now before we do this, you should know. There is a small chance the reset will cause both you and your placebo soulmate to forget that you’ve seen each other. Not to worry, though, I can make sure that you head his way after the procedure to see if you two are compatible”

You gripped the edges of the seat with your trembling fingers.

“But don’t worry, you’ll be unharmed”

Forgetting Jimin—that’s harm. That’s fucking harm. Your mind was screaming warning.

“Wait actually I don’t—”

“Relax,” Namjoon placed a hand gently on your shoulder, pushing you back to your chair. “I’m here. I’ll tell you to go find this fella and look him straight in the eye before anyone else. You can trust me”

Strangely enough, you believed him.

“Okay”

“What’s his name?”

You hesitated. Drawing attention to Jimin’s citizen file wasn’t a smart idea given what you knew about him.

“P-park Jimin”

“Good. Now close your eyes. This might give you a brief migraine”

Jimin—

It had been pathetic. Jimin showed up at the steps of Jin’s home—the home he shared with a few other members of the resistance. It was late—he could hear the debauchery happening inside loud and clear. The familiar stench of tobacco and liquor radiated from the dim light behind the shuttered windows.

He inhaled sharply. He spent the whole day wandering. Trying to drown himself in schoolwork until even that seemed pointless. He needed a distraction. Something to ease the pain. Until he figured out how the hell he would get you back. He needed anything.

He sat down on the splintered porch steps, ignoring the fleet of giggles from what he assumed were sex workers. Staring at his palms, he recalled the sensation of your touch. His fingers curled into his palm, wishing your hand was there but instead grasping at the crisp late winter air.

“Well look here,” Jin’s familiar voice boomed from the entryway. Jimin looked back to see him, a flimsy tank top under his leather jacket which was being pulled off by a beautiful, voluptuous woman. “Ay, fuck off whore—that’s my little brother and oh,” Jin pouted, shoving the woman off of him, “He looks so sad” Jin leaned down to tug Jimin’s cheeks in a way he always used to do when Jimin was younger.

“Why you sad baby boy?” The woman cooed, “If you’d like, I can make it all better”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “No, thank you.” Redirecting his attention to Jin who slid down to sit by his side, a bottle of beer in his hand— “God, doesn’t it ever get a bit old hyung?”

Jin scoffed, “I’ve had about enough of you sitting on your high horse and judging us, Jimin. You are one of us. We’re at war. Well—” He took a sip, “We will be, soon enough, and we need you. Your brother was—”

Jimin hissed. Jin took the hint, luckily.

“Look,” His tone grew serious, “We had one of our mole’s hack into the microchip database. We were right. The kind of data they collect and the way they use it to strategically puppet aspects of our society—it’s robbing free will. Altering memories. Manipulating thought through exposure and environment. And because there’s not specific legislature that oppresses people, they play it off as the way the world works. No. They built these structures, Jimin-ah. We have proof.”

Jimin gazed up at the obscured night sky. Clouds veiled any semblance of starlight, mirroring the shadow over his thoughts.

“She isn’t even really my soulmate” Jimin chuckled bitterly. “It was a fucking placebo”

Jin stared at him for a moment, before his eyes softened with pity. “Fuck Jimin,” He handed him the bottle. Jimin took it, sipping the sour & bitter liquid. “You really like the bitch, huh?”

“Hyung” Jimin snapped. Jin simply chuckled.

“My bad, my bad. The scientist. Whatever the fuck her name is. Listen. If you want to know if your feelings are genuine or not, you need to take out your microchip. It’s the only way you’d know for sure. The fact that there is a placebo cohort for something like this is kinda fucked up. Whatever happened to ethics?” Jin scoffed. Jimin took another swig of the beer.

Should he? Should he take it out? The microchip was the physical embodiment of the state's reach into his very soul.

Jin could sense that Jimin was considering his idea.

“Honestly, it’s about damn time you did Jimin. Things are getting serious around here. We’re going to start taking real action, advocating for our cause. We want you in—we’ve always known you’re a smart kid. Good with words and all that. Hell, you’re not meant for the battlefield Jimin. You’re meant for a throne”

Jimin set the bottle down, again looking up to the skies. “I don’t want a throne. I just want to not be a fucking puppet anymore. For them, or for you guys”

“Then take what’s yours. This is what your brother wanted, Jimin. Be more involved. Take charge. Your girl didn’t give up on you—the state fucking manipulated her to give up on you. They took everything from you—it’s damn time you see that. It’s damn time you fight for what you deserve”

Fight. He was going to fight for you. He had promised you that. Promised himself that.

He reached for the back of his neck.

“Fuck the State” He mumbled, “I want this out. Let’s go”

Jin grinned ear to ear, “Fuck yeah!” He patted Jimin on the ack excitedly. “We’ve got a bot that can do it in the back, come on”

You—

“Y/n?” The soft call echoed in the sterile room. Your eyes, weighed down by the fog of unconsciousness, fluttered open. The harsh fluorescent lights above you forced a squint. A lingering scent of antiseptic filled the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of machines.

Behind you, a subtle tug and disconnect confirmed the unplugging of your chip from the machine. The cool room air kissed your skin, sending a shiver of unease through you.

“Good, your vitals are all normal. You’re doing great,” Namjoon's voice reassured. Turning, you saw his back as he typed notes on his laptop.

It came back to you: where you were. Who you were. Everything seemed to click. Your heart seemed to hurt. You couldn’t understand why.

“Do you remember Park Jimin?” Namjoon asked. You blinked in his direction.

“Who?” Your response was automatic, a clouded memory of someone fading into obscurity. The emptiness inside of you seemed to pulse.

Namjoon continued typing, his focus on the screen. “There’s a man,” he hummed, “I need you to go directly to him and look him in the eye to see if he is your soulmate or not. His file suggests he may be at the University Law Library. Try to minimize eye contact with strangers as you head there.” Namjoon turned back around.

You looked at him.

In those honey eyes. Those sweet, smiling, kind eyes.

A sharp pain in your neck burned.

They say you’ll just know.

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Good Time

Pairing- OT7 x Named Reader

Word count- 9.4k

Includes- Orgy, So Much Sex, nipple play, pussy eating, cum eating, blow job, cock riding, sex from behind, double penetration (mouth and pussy), double vaginal penetration, triple penetration (mouth and pussy), missionary, so much cum, rough sex, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

“Are you being serious?”

“Yeah”, Namjoon says

“All of you are ok with this?”, I ask them

Six other heads nod at me

I turn to Namjoon, “You’re ok with this?”

“Yeah Jo. We talked about it and we’re all good. The only thing left is asking you.”

I stare in shock at my friends

My friends are BTS, the most popular boy group in the world right now

And those friends just asked me to have sex with all of them

At the same time

I’m blown away

They can have any girl or hell, hire any girl to do this

Why me?

Namjoon is my best friend since we were kids, when I moved to Korea

And we occasionally have sex

He’s too busy for a girlfriend and I’m don’t want a boyfriend right now so when were both horny, we just fuck each other

They guys knew this of course

They can hear how Namjoon makes me scream

But now they’re asking for this?

Don’t get me wrong I’m interested but I want to know why me?

What’s the reason and why are they asking me now?

I don’t trust anyone, not fully

Not even friends or family

“Why me?”, I ask

“What?”, Namjoon answers

“Why me? Why not some fan or some girl you can hire? Why are you asking me and why now?”

“Because you’re fucking hot”, Yoongi answers

“Because I want to make you scream like Namjoon does”, Jimin replies

“All of us have fantasized about being with you”, Tae adds

“And it’s you because we trust you”, Hobi says

I just keep staring

They trust me?

Wow

I mean I knew they trusted me but it’s different with this

The guys are seen as pure, innocent boys to their fans

It’s different here in Korea compared to the U.S.

Artist’s fans feel like the idols belong to them

Dating can tank a career in a nanosecond

And having an orgy?

That’s a huge hell no, if that comes out

I guess I could see why they asked me

I would never hurt them, I love them

I wouldn’t blackmail them or anything

But before I agree, I need more details

I’m not about to catch any diseases

I don’t know where they’re dicks have been

“I have a few questions”, I say

“Shoot”, Namjoon answers

“Is this going to be with condoms or without? I have an IUD, so I won’t get pregnant”

“Without”, Jin answers

I’m surprised that Jin said that

Hell I’m surprised that he even agreed to this

“Ok, how do I know you don’t have anything? Any STDs?”

“We each got tested and have the papers with the results. I know you only have sex with me and I know you don’t have anything.”, Namjoon hands me some papers

My mouth drops

Seriously?

“How long have you been planning this?”, I ask as I look at the papers

They’re all clean

Thank god

“Awhile”, Jungkook answers

“Yeah I see that”, I respond, “When did you want to do this?”

“Tonight”

Me head snaps up

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. Is that ok with you?”, Tae asks

I think about it

Sex with all of BTS?

Hell yeah

I’ve never done this either but I trust them, especially after everything they just said

And I get to be with the one that I love

Who I’m never telling I have feelings for

He wouldn’t want me anyway but he definitely won’t want me after this

But at least I get to be with him once

That makes having sex with the other guys worth it

He’s never want me on his own

So I’ll just have fun with the guys and get to be with him too

I nod, “Yeah. But one thing is no anal. I haven’t done that ever and I don’t want to”

“Ok. No problem”, Yoongi answers

“Uh are you guys gonna…touch or do anything to each other?”

“No!”

“Hell no!”

“Never”

I laughed

“No Jo. We’re only going to touch you, fuck you, share you”, Namjoon answer

“Ok”, I agree

“Ok? That’s it?”, Jimin asks

I shrug, “Yeah. Unless you want it in writing?”

“No, that’s good”, Namjoon says

We sit in silence for a minute

“Now what?”, I ask

“Take your clothes off”, Jin blurts

I raise my eyebrow

Damn Jin must be horny as fuck right now

I stand up and pull my shirt over my head

“Mother of god!”, one of them shouts

I scan their faces and they’re staring intently at me

Namjoon, however, just smirks

He’s seen everything already and he’s having a good time seeing them get turned on

I unbutton my jeans and pull them down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side

I’m now just standing in a skimpy red lacy bra and panties set

I wore them for Namjoon but I guess it works for now too

“Come here”, Jimin calls

I walk over to him and he touches my body

His hands run over my stomach, sides and the hip piercings I have

“Are these..piercings?”, he asks, looking up at me

I nod

“Your tattoos are so hot”, he says and he starts kissing my stomach

His lips are so soft and feel nice on my skin

I have tattoos on my body

I kept them off my arms so I can get a job but I have a lot everywhere else, so they’re easily hidden

Jimin suddenly stops and pulls my bra, snapping the clasp and taking it off

“Jesus, they’re so big”, Jungkook whispers

“Joanne, come here”, Yoongi calls me

“See you later Jimin”, I smirk and walk to Yoongi

As soon as I get to him, Yoongi immediately touches my tits

He pulls me closer and puts his mouth on my nipple, sucking on it

Fuck. It feels so good. I get so wet just from him doing this

I can’t help it, I moan

“That’s fucking hot!”, Hobi says

Yoongi’s hands are cold as he touches me but I don’t care

I’m feeling hot anyway

Yoongi moves his hands lower and grabs at my panties

He pulls, the strings ripping and tears them off my body

He touches me and moans on my nipple

My hands go in his hair and pull softly

“She’s so fucking wet already”, he says

“You had enough Yoongi. I want her”, I hear a voice say

Yoongi reluctantly let’s go of me

I turn to the direction of the voice

“Who said they wanted me?”, I ask

“Me”

Jin

I never thought of Jin this way but with the way he’s been acting tonight, I want him

He starts touching me as soon as I get close

He pulls me on his lap and actually kisses me

He’s a good kisser

He kisses me for a few minutes, touching me lightly

“Stand up”, he says

When I stand, he stands up with me, then moves me and pushes me on the recliner he was sitting on

He kneels in front of me

What is he doing?

He opens my legs and pulls me to him, his tongue on my pussy in an instant

“Fuck!”, I yell from the pleasure Jin is giving me

“Oh my god”, one of the guys says

I hear zippers being undone, pants dropping but I’m too lost in what Jin is doing

Who knew that Kim, Seokjin is amazing at eating pussy?

When his tongue lick my clit, I jump and moan loudly

“There Jo? You like it there?”, he smirks

“Yes Jin. Fuck, don’t stop”

I hear some of the guys moaning

When I look at them, they’re all in various stages of undress, hands on their cocks, eyes glued to me and Jin

Just seeing them, gets me more wet

When Jin sucks on my clit, I lose it, pleasure exploding around my body

“Fuck Jin. Yes, yes!” I scream, my hands going in his hair and pulling

He moans in my pussy and the vibration goes through my whole body

I feel him licking my clit in one spot over and over and it pushes me over the edge

“Jin! Oh god Jin"!, I scream as my orgasm hits me and my body shakes

"Oh my god that’s so hot!”

“Look at her shake”

“She’s fucking beautiful when she cums”

Jin slides his tongue inside, licking everywhere and causing me to cum again, my pussy squeezing his tongue

“He made her cum again”

“Fuck, fuck”

“How does she tastes?”

Jin pulls away, staring at me, “Fucking incredible”

His eyes are filled with lust and I get so excited

“My turn”, Tae yells as he comes over

Jin moves and Tae’s tongue is immediately on me

“God!”, I yell

Tae moves his tongue so fast and pleasure shoots up my spine

“Hey”, I hear Tae yell

I look down and see Jimin push Tae out of the way, his tongue now fucking me

“Move”, Tae yells and pushes Jimin and putting his tongue back

“No you move”, Jimin pushing Tae again and I feel his tongue back on me

This is so fucking hot, I never thought I’d have two guys, let alone two BTS members fighting over who can lick my pussy

“Hey!”, Namjoon says loudly

They both stop and look at him

“Share or you don’t get anything. Right Jo?” Namjoon says

“Yea”, I agree softly

“Fine”, Tae answers

“Fine”, Jimin adds

Suddenly I feel two tongues licking my pussy

What?

I look down and almost cum from what I’m seeing

Jimin and Tae are both eating me out, Tae licking my clit while Jimin licks around my entrance

And it feels mind blowing

“Oh my god, ahhhhh, uhhhh, fuck”, I cry

I’ve never had two tongues on me at the same time

Just the feel of two different speeds, two different sensations in different spots, makes the pleasure overwhelming

I put one hand in each of their hair and pull

I love pulling hair while being eaten out

“Put your tongue in her when she cums and you can taste all of her”, Jin tells them

Tae clamps his mouth on my clit and sucks while Jimin slides his tongue inside and licks

My body trembles as the pressure inside bursts and I cum, screaming both their names

“Taehyung, oh god, Jimin, Jimin! Taehyung!”

Jimin makes moaning sounds as Tae pulls away

“Switch Jimin! I want some too!”, Tae whines

Jimin pulls his tongue out and snaps his lips on my clit

Tae starts licking again, both of them pushing me to orgasm again

“C'mon baby”, Jimin coaxes, “Let Tae have some of you too. He wants it.”

“Oooo….ok”, I moan

Jimin sucks on my clit and Tae’s tongue goes in my pussy

I’m really sensitive from coming three times already, but it still doesn’t take long for me to orgasm again

Namjoon fucks me so good and for so long, giving me orgasm after orgasm that overstimulation isn’t an issue anymore

It’s like he trained my pussy to take a lot

And I’m happy about it

When I’ve calmed down, Tae takes his tongue out and tells me, “You’re my new favorite flavor.”

I shiver from his words

Namjoon comes over and picks me up, placing me on the couch

He sits next to me and starts sucking on my nipple

“Fuck Joonie”

“I know what you like baby”, he smiles

“I know”

He leans up and kisses me before going back to sucking on my nipple

Jungkook comes next to me on the other side and takes my other nipple in his mouth

“Kookie”, I moan

My eyes are closed and I feel my legs open and a wet tongue on my pussy again

I open my eyes and I watch Hobi go at it, eating me out

“Fuck Hobi, you’re good at this”, I whimper

“Better than me?”, Namjoon asks, jealousy in his voice

“Joonie, I don’t know if anyone can fuck me or eat me out as good as you.”

He smiles

“That’s not fair. He’s been able to fuck you so many times, you can’t compare it”, Jimin whines

“Then you just have to fuck me as good as he does.”, I tease

Jimin stares, “I will, don’t worry about that”

“Good…fuck Hoseok….luck”, I smirk at Jimin, just managing to get my words out

God, everything is feeling so good, Hobi is amazing

And I want to tell him

“Hobi, you’re tongue feels so fucking good”

I see him smirk against me

He then flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue and I shout, my hips snapping up in his face

“Fuck Joanne, I like that. Don’t stop”, Hobi cries

So I don’t, thrusting my hips up over and over, just feeling

“She’s fucking his face, why does he get that?”, Tae whines

“Are you jealous?”, Jimin teases

“Yes!”

One more lick from Hobi has me screaming

He slides his tongue in and I explode all over it

“Hoseok! Hoseok!”, I scream, pleasure hitting me everywhere

Hobi is pulled away by Yoongi who slips his tongue inside and licks a few times

Then he moves away

“You’re right, she tastes fucking amazing”, he smirks at me

I just stare at him with my mouth open

He’s fully naked and he’s so beautiful and hot and sexy and everything at the same time

My eyes go to his cock and fuck, it’s big.. Like huge

And thick

He sees where I’m looking and smirks again

“You want it?”, he asks

I nod

“I don’t know if you can handle me”, he says cockily

I snort, “Yeah ok”

“Yeah? Then come and get it”

I shoot up immediately and push him onto one of the recliners in the room

I climb on top of him and slide down his cock slowly, my turn to tease him

“Fuck, Joanne, fuck, fuck”, he shouts his eyes closed

I stop half way and he opens his eyes

I kiss his lips softly, then tease him more, “You want it Yoongi?”

Now he nods rapidly

“Then take what you want”, I whisper in his ear

He stares at me, then growls, his hands grabbing my hips and slamming me down the rest of his huge cock

“Fuck!”, I scream as he shouts, “Shit”

I push him back into the chair

“I’m gonna fuck you so good Yoongi, you’ll be thinking about it for months”, I whisper

His mouth drops open and I take that opportunity to lift up and slam down on him

“God!”, he yells

I start moving rapidly on him, rotating my hips as I move, tightening my pussy, making it so tight for him to push through and making it all the more pleasurable

For both of us

“God, Joanne, you’re so fucking tight. The way you’re moving…it's driving me insane”, he groans

“I told you I’m good at sex”, I whisper, his cock making me wetter and wetter with each bounce

“You are, fuck, yes, you are”, he shouts

“Am I gonna make you cum baby?”, I tease

“Yes, yes”, he cries

He feels so good and I can cum on his hard cock right now

But he was being cocky before and he can’t get what he wants right away

I wanna have some fun with him

He thinks he’s so big and bad

I know he’s about to cum by how hard he’s squeezing my hips

At that moment, I climb off him

“What the fuck?”, he yells shocked

I smirk, “You think you’re the only one who can be cocky? The only one to tease?”

He splutters but doesn’t get any words out

I lean over him, “You have to wait now, Yoongi. Watch all your friends fuck me. And you better not jerk off or you get nothing. You better be good and maybe I’ll fuck you again and let you cum.”

I see him battling between rage and pure lust

Well let him decide what he wants

He can have me or not

It’s all up to him

I feel arms around me and I lean back to see Jimin holding me to him

Jimin kisses me, one hand squeezing my breast, his other sliding down my body to my pussy

He starts rubbing my clit, making me wet

He kisses my neck, while I lean against him, moaning

“Come on Joanne. Let me fuck you”, he says

“Ok Jimin.”

When I look at Yoongi, who we’re standing in front of, I see jealously on his face

Aww, he’s jealous because he has to wait

Oh well

Shouldn’t have been an ass

Jimin picks me up and I giggle as he brings me to the couch where Jungkook is sitting

He moves to get up but I have an idea

“Stay Kookie”, I say

I get on my hands and knees bending over

Jimin gets behind me and slams himself inside and oh god he feels good

“Damn Joanne, you feel so good. So wet.”, he whimpers

“Hard Jimin. Fuck me hard”

“Whatever you want Jo”, he answers as he pounds mercilessly into me

And I fucking love it

I motion for Jungkook to lay in front of me

He’s beautiful too and his fucking abs are such a turn on

“Jesus, Jungkook. I don’t know what you’re doing to her but she just got so fucking wet, it’s falling down her thighs”, Jimin groans

“I’m….I’m..not doing anything. She’s just looking at me”, Jungkook stutters

I lean over him and lick his abs

“Fuck”, he moans

I kiss his stomach and touch him

“The famous Jungkook abs”, I tease

I move my hand down and grab his erection, moving it up and down

“And the famous Jungkook cock, that drives ARMYS crazy when you thrust it to ‘Baepsae’ and so many girls want to fuck.”

He moans again

“I get to touch it. I get to fuck it, I get to lick and suck it”

I swear he’s getting harder and harder in my hand as I keep talking

“Yeah, Joanne, yeah, only you can touch it”, he whines

I think I teased him enough

So I wrap my mouth around his large hard as rock cock and suck

“Fuck me, oh my god”, he yells

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you too”

He nods, “I’ll be good, I’ll be good”

I take all of him in my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat and going a little further in

Thank god I don’t have a gag reflex

I move my head up and down, licking his cock with my tongue and sucking it

I didn’t forget about Jimin, who's fucking me hard like I asked

Who's making me feel so good

Like with Yoongi, I tighten my pussy on his cock while he moves

“Oh my god Joanne. Oh my god. Don’t let go”, Jimin shouts

I let go of Jungkook and look behind my shoulder

“As long as you keep going hard, I won’t let you go”

He nods

His grip tightens on my hips and he starts pulling me back on his cock, while he thrusts in

“Uhhhh, yes Jimin, baby you’re cock feels so fucking good”, I praise him

“Me? Baby you’re fucking pussy is heaven”, he cries, "So fucking creamy. Pretty mess on my dick"

Jungkook puts his hand in my hair and pulls me back to his cock

“Please”, he pants hard

Poor baby wants it so much

So I give it to him

With Jimin behind me and Jungkook in my mouth, I feel myself getting ready to cum

Jimin slams a few more times and I let go of Jungkook to scream Jimin’s name, coming all over his cock

“Jimin! Fuck me, Jimin!”

He keeps thrusting and then he yells, “Oh god Jo, oh man”, as he orgasms

He pulls out and I get up, his cum running down my legs

“Come here”, Jungkook yells

“But…Jimin just came..”

“I don’t care. Fuck me now!”

Shit

I like this side of Jungkook

“Joanne! Get on my cock right now and ride me until we both cum! Now!”

That’s fucking sexy as hell

I move quickly and slide on his cock in an instant

God, he’s so hard and thick I don’t even have to squeeze him to make myself tight

His cock already fills me up perfectly

I bouncing on him, up and down, moving on him the same way I moved on Yoongi

I glance over my shoulder at Yoongi. He's watching with pure jealousy and struggling not to touch his cock

I smirk at him and he frowns more

I decide to tease him more

“How’s my Yoongi? Horny?”

He gives one nod but doesn’t answer

“Don’t be mad baby. You’re being good so far so maybe you can have me again”

He clenches his jaw but doesn’t say anything

I turn back to Jungkook when he grabs my hips and starts slamming me on him

“Pay attention to me baby. My cock is fucking you now and making you feel good. Look at me”

“Hmmm, maybe if you go harder, it’ll feel better”

His eyes narrow and he starts moving harder

“Yeah Kookie. Good boy”, I cry as pleasure washes over me

He slams up again and I cum instantly from that thrust

“Kookie! Jungkook!”

He thrusts a few times then holds me down on him as he orgasms

“Joanne, you’re so good, oh god!”

He collapses against the couch and I climb off, more cum dripping out of me

'I need to wipe this off’, I think.

Until I’m pulled to the floor by some of the guys on my hands and knees

I feel a cock slide in me and my pussy instantly clamps on it by itself

“Jesus, she wants more. She grabbed my cock so fast”, Tae moans

“Jo, let go a little”, Namjoon says

“Wha? Why?”

“Just do it”

I force my muscles to loosen around Tae

My leg is lifted and I actually feel another cock slide in with Tae’s

What the fuck?

How is this possible? And so much for them not touching each other

“Who?”, I start

“Jin and Tae”, Hobi answers

Both guys start moving and the pleasure I feel is so intense

"Oh my fucking god. Oh fuck, fuck”, I scream

“Fuck Tae, she loves both of us in her”, Jin moans

“Yeah”, Tae groans, “You like two cocks in you baby girl?”

“Yes fuck yes”, I yell

I didn’t know I could feel like this, that it could feel so good

I see Hobi sitting on the couch in front of me watching me get fucked by two if his friends

His hand is on his cock and I want it in my mouth so much

“Hobi”, I call

“Yeah?”

I glance up at him, “I want your cock in my mouth”

He whimpers, “O…ok”

He kneels in front of me and I put his cock right in my mouth, down my throat and start sucking

“Joanne, fuck. Your mouth, your tongue, fuck!”, Hobi shouts

He tastes good and I love feeling him going in and out of my throat

I feel a hand on my clit and turn my head slightly

Namjoon is next to me jerking off and rubbing my clit while Jin and Tae fuck me

“It’s ok baby. I fuck you all the time. Let the guys have fun”, Namjoon groans

I nod, still fucking Hobi with my mouth

“I’ll fuck you later ok?”

“Mmmmm”

While I’m loving this, Namjoon fucks me the best because he knows my body

And I know his

I can get him to cum in under a minute

He can do the same to me

I feel pressure building up and I don’t know who, but one of them slams me and with Namjoon still playing with my clit, I cum on both of them, letting go of Hobi, screaming, “Jin! Jin!, Taehyung, yes Taehyung!”

“God Joanne, you feel so good when you cum”, Tae groans

“Yeah, so fucking tight”, Jin whines

They keep thrusting and I start sucking Hobi again, with him watching me

“Fuck Joanne!”, Tae yells as he explodes, then pulls out after he finishes

I feel Jin shift and his hands grab my hips, thrusting fast and deep

I feel another orgasm and I cry around Hobi’s cock as the pleasure washes over me

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Jo, yes”, Jin shouts

He pounds in one more time and then holds me against him while he orgasms

When he pulls out Hobi starts yelling, “Fuck I’m gonna cum, move her, I want in”

Tae, Jin and Namjoon flip me on my back, Tae and Namjoon each holding one leg open for Hobi

Hobi doesn’t waste anytime driving his cock in me and slamming relentlessly

“So tight. So good”, he says not forming sentences

I close my eyes, feeling the sensation of Hobi’s firm cock in me

I just came twice and I feel another coming

“Don’t stop Hobi”, I beg

“I won’t baby. Not until you cum first”, he promises as he pulls and holds me up with an arm around my back

The angle makes him hit deeper inside and I yell

It feels so fucking amazing

Hobi is good at sex too

“Hobi, Hobi, Hobi”, I call over and over

“Yeah baby, say my fucking name. Tell me I make you feel better than anyone else.”

“Hey”, Namjoon yells

“Yes Hobi, fuck, you fuck me better than anyone so far”, I repeat

“Joanne!”, Namjoon yells again, surprised and upset

I honestly don’t even know what I’m saying

I’ve been fucked so much and orgasmed so much I can’t think

And the next one comes now

“Hoseok, Hoseok!”, I cry, my body shaking uncontrollably

“Yeah baby, fuck yeah”, he murmurs, still ramming me until he shouts and cums too

Hobi gently lays me back down before pulling out and collapsing next to me

I lay there for a few minutes, just breathing and relaxing

Until Namjoon comes

He thrust inside hard and pounds away

“I fuck you better than anyone Joanne. I was going to fuck you later but now I have to remind you who gives it to you good”, he yells

“Yes Namjoon”, I pant, “More”

Fuck he really does fuck me the best

The pleasure is running through my body and feels so so good

He drives his cock in harder and faster, knowing exactly what to do to me

“Your body listens to me”, he growls,

“Cum now”

He thrusts again and I cum just like he wants

“Good girl”, Namjoon moans, “Again, now!”

And I explode on him again

He pounds a few times then holds me to him as he cums, yelling

After he lays down next to me, breathing hard

I get up, wobbling on my legs

Cum still slides down my legs when I stand but this time I don’t know who's it is, since four of them came in me one after the other

Just thinking about that makes me feel like a slut

I shrug to myself, I probably am but God did I love this

“I’ll be right back”, I say and walk to the bathroom

My legs feel like jelly as I walk

I get to the bathroom, then clean myself up with soap and water

I walk back to the living room

All the guys are laying around, eyes closed or watching me

All but Yoongi

Who's sitting, still stiff and watching me

I saunter over to him

“You’re turn”, I whisper to him

How I have the energy to still go I’ll never know

But I don’t want to be unfair to him

Everyone else got off, he should too

Yoongi glares at me but instead of being scared, it turns me on

He’s so fucking sexy and he doesn’t know it

And it gets me wet

“I’m not scared of you Yoongi. Never was, never will be”

It’s true

He can look and even be mean but I’m not scared of him

I just give him his shit right back to him

“So you can glare at me all you want”

I grab his hand and put it on my pussy so he can feel how soaked I am

“It doesn’t do anything but turn me on”

He moans and bites his lip as he slides his fingers around and inside

“So if you wanna give me an attitude, you know you’ll get one back. And if you wanna act like an ass, I’ll walk away, let someone else fuck me and you can jerk off.”, I threaten

“No. No. I’ll be good. I promise”, he says quickly

“Good fucking boy”

He nods his head quickly, “Yes, I’m your good boy"

I cock my head, “cute”

I pull his hand away and he whimpers

Big bad Yoongi, whimpering for sex

I love it

I climb on top of him, hovering right over his hard leaking erection

“Take it Yoongi”, I whisper

He doesn’t need to be told twice

He grabs my hips and slams me down on him

“Fuck!”, we both scream

“Move Jo. Please Fuck me. I waited like you asked. Fuck me”, he begs

“Anything you want Yoongi”

I slam up and down on him, hard and fast, moving on him like I did before, making sure his cock hits my spot, pleasure roaring in my body

His eyes are squeezed closed and his grip on my hips are turning his knuckles white, him panting rapidly. But the pain feels so good

“Yoongi, baby, you’re cock feels so good”, I praise

It’s true

Yoongi’s cock is the biggest and thickest out of all of them

Bigger than Jungkook and like Jungkook, I don’t have to squeeze him for it to be tight

But I do it anyway to make it tighter for him

“You’re so tight Jo, you fuck me so well”, he moans, my pussy making a squelching sound every time I take him in

I kiss him, putting my arms around his neck, my hands sliding in the back of his hair

I'm slamming harder and harder, clenching him tighter, while he moans under me.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull his head back against the chair cushion and plant kisses all over his neck

He moans loudly when I kiss one spot and I smirk against his skin

I concentrate on kissing and licking right in that spot he likes

“Fuck. I don’t want to leave your pussy. Please Jo, don’t make me leave”, he begs

“Shhh, Yoongi, you don’t have to baby. You can stay”, I murmur, riding him as hard and fast as I can, my pussy leaking and clenching hard around him

“God Jo, you’re so good. I’ve never been fucked this good before”, he whimpers

I smile, happy about that

I lean down and whisper in his ear, “Cum Yoongi. I want it so much”

He’s breathing so hard but he manages to get out, “Yyyy….you first. I…fuck….I want to feel you cum on me”

Fuck, his words turn me on so much and I feel the familiar pressure of an orgasm coming

I slide up and down his shaft a few more times before I explode as an orgasm tears through my body

“Yoongi, fuck!”

As I clamp down on his cock, he grips me tighter and puts his head against my chest, yelling while he cums

“Joanne baby, shit”

He leans back when he’s finished, still in me and he’s still hard as a rock

“Yoongi, you’re still hard”

“Huh?”, he asks, his head lifting up

I get off him and he looks down

Our cum is mixed on his cock but it’s still fully erect

I’ve never seen this before

Namjoon has been extremely horny before but it takes him at least ten minutes before he gets hard again Yoongi just came and nothing changed

He’s still hard

Wow

“Huh”, he says as he looks at himself then he looks back at me

“Get on”, he demands

"What?”

“Get on. You kept your promise to fuck me good and you're right, I’m going to be thinking about that for a long time. But now I’m gonna fuck your brains out and you won’t want anyone but me to fuck you anymore.”

I smirk, “You can try”

“Then get on my cock and let me wreck you”

I get so wet and excited, I immediately slide on his cock

“Fuck, Yoongi, you fit so good in me”, I whisper

“I know baby. I don’t want to be anywhere else”, he replies, quietly

Then he says, “We got an audience”

I turn and see the guys watching us, hands on their erect cocks

“They’re gonna jerk off to us”, I giggle

He shrugs, “I don’t care about them. I want you right now”

“Then fuck me hard Yoongi”

He smirks and thrusts up hard causing me to scream

He holds my hips again and lifts me up, then slams me down as he thrusts up

The pleasure is so fucking intense

More intense that when Tae and Jin were in me

He keeps going so hard and fast

I fucking love it

He’s hitting all the right places and pretty soon he has me coming again

“Yoongi, ahhh”, I scream

He doesn’t stop, he gets up and carries me to the couch

“Get off”, Yoongi yells at Jimin and Jungkook

They scramble off and he lays me on the couch on my back

He rips open my legs and thrusts inside, immediately pounding ruthlessly into me

It feels amazing

He leans over and kisses me, his tongue sliding in my mouth and I love the way it feels

He kisses my neck and down to my breast

He sucks on one of my nipples while he squeezes the other with his fingers

I gasp as the pleasure and all too soon I’m ready to cum

But just as I’m going to, he pulls out

“Fuck”, I yell

He smirks at me, “Don’t like it huh?”

“No!”, I snap

“Now you know how it feels”

Yeah, not fucking fun to be pulled out of pleasure like that

But I’m still not sorry I did it to him

I roll my eyes while he kisses my body, licking and sucking on my skin

He sucks on a nipple again and I’m even more drenched

“Damn Jo, you want me that much? You just fucking soaked the cushion”

I glare at him, “Then shut up and fuck me”

“Ok”, he shrugs and pleasure returns to my body as he pushes in

He puts my legs on his shoulders and slams in deeper than any of the guys went

This position makes my orgasm come much faster

Then the pleasure leaves my body as he pulls out again

“YOONGI!”, I scream, frustrated

He laughs

He fucking laughs

That’s it

“Hobi come fuck me now”, I yell

“No he can’t.”, Yoongi answers

“Yes he can. He fucked me the best tonight and he can do it again.”

Yoongi’s eyes flash and he growls, “No he’s not going to. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you scream louder than Namjoon does. I’m going to be the one who fucks you the best out of any guy you ever fucked or will fuck. You’ll never forget about me, the same way I’ll never forget about you!”

I stare at him in shock

He’ll never forget me?

He actually said that?

I can’t think of anything to say

But then I don’t have to because as soon as he’s done speaking, he goes back in harder and faster than before

Again once I get close, he pulls out

I get so fucking pissed but I don’t say anything this time

He teases me two more times and I just get more frustrated

He smirks at me and kisses me

I’d turn my head but I like his kisses

He goes back in, legs still on his shoulders

It feels fantastic

I’m scared to give in to the strong pleasure because he’s gonna pull out again and everything is going to stop

So I just breathe heavily, not screaming because what’s the point if it’s just gonna stop?

“What’s the matter baby?”, he asks

“Nothing”, I answer

“You don’t like it?”

I shake my head, “I do. I love it but you’re just gonna stop again and I’m waiting for that.”

“Not this time baby, I’m gonna let you cum.”

“I promise Jo.”

I nod and just give in to the feelings

“Scream for me”, he asks

He slams in and I can’t help it, I scream

No words, just noise

I can’t think to form words

“Yeah my baby girl, scream again”

I just can’t handle it

I’m hot, I’m sweaty, and I just want to cum

I let out a long scream from his fucking amazing cock hitting the right places

“Cum, baby girl. I know you want to”

It’s like my body is his because as soon as he tells me to, I cum so fucking hard

My body shakes so much I can’t stop it, my mind turns off and stars burst in my vision as I just scream from the fucking intensity

My back arches off the couch and I have to close my eyes because I can’t keep them open

And at the same time, Yoongi is urging me on

“Yeah baby, I love you fucking shaking. You’re screams are music to my ears.”

It’s the best fucking orgasm I ever had

Fucking incredible

After it passes my body comes back down to the couch and I relax a little

“Oh no, Joanne, I’m not done with you yet”, Yoongi informs me

What?

I can’t

That last one took too much out of me

“Yoongi, I can’t…”

“Yeah you can. I know you can”

“Yoongi..”

“Shhh baby girl. Just feel and enjoy everything ok?”

I nod

I can’t argue with him

I don’t want to

He spreads my legs wider, holding them open wide

He just slams over and over, the pleasure building again

Then he hits so deep and hits my spot that has me screaming

“There it is. I was looking for that”, he smirks, “Are you ready to cum over and over again Jo? Cuz I’m gonna make you”

I nod

I’m not ready but I want it

He slams the spot over and over, waves of ecstasy crashing over me again and again

“Come on baby, cum for me”

He hits me again in my spot and I lose control of my body and cum all over him again

“Good girl. Again”, he shouts

He hits the spot

Another orgasm

“Who fucks you the best?”, he demands

“You Yoongi”, I cry as another orgasm over takes me

“Who makes you cum over and over?”

“You!”, I shout and I cum again

I can’t control myself

He’s controlling my body

Every time he slams the spot I orgasm automatically

I never felt this much ecstasy in my life

Even though I’m coming within seconds, it feels so so incredible

And I want more

I don’t want him to stop

“Who gave you the best orgasm of your life?”, he yells

“You did Yoongi, fuck, you did!”, I scream, coming again

“Fucking right. Who do you belong to? Your body, your pussy, you? Who?”, he demands

“You Yoongi, You!”, I cry as another orgasm takes my body

Fuck yes

I’ll be his

Yoongi puts my legs around him and he leans over, picking me up and holding me up like Hobi did

Except Yoongi holds me closer to him

“Who does your body listen to baby?”

“You Yoongi!”, I shout

“Good girl. Now cum on me again”, he orders and again my body obeys him

“Yoongi!”, I scream, shaking and holding his arms so tightly while I cum

“Good baby girl. You're such a good girl for me.”, he moans

“Yoongi!”, I whimper

“What baby?”

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, please”

“You want more?”

I nod I lost count of how many times I came just with Yoongi

But I want more

“I’ll give you anything you want, anytime”, he says, giving me another orgasm

“This is fucking insane”, one of the guys says

“How is she coming so much?”

“How has he not cum yet?”

“Fuck, just watch her begging him for more is hot”

“I think you’ve been replaced Namjoon.”

“Shut up”

Yoongi kisses me as orgasm after orgasm roll over me

“You’re fucking kisses are amazing Joanne. I never want to kiss anyone else.”

God what he’s saying is making me feel so good

“My good girl”, he murmurs, holding me close while still moving

After I cum again, he says, “Jo, can I cum now? I can’t take it. The way you feel, the way you pull on me, I can’t last anymore baby girl.”

“Yes Yoongi, cum baby”

He nods, the rams in my spot once more causing one last orgasm before he screams and cums hard

He puts his face in my neck, screaming and crying out loud, while he cums, his orgasm lasting a lot longer than it normally should

He pulls out when he’s done, lays me back down then just lays on top of me, out of breath, his heart racing

“You’re heart’s beating so fast”, he breathes

“Yours too”, I reply

I’m fucking exhausted

I lay back and close my eyes

“Jo…cccc…can I stay here until I can breathe normally again?”

“Yeah Yoongi, it’s ok”

“Thanks”

I hear the guys moving around and talking but I’m so tired

I don’t even realize when I fall asleep

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My phone buzzes and I pick it up

It’s a text

From Yoongi

“Hey Jo. Can you come to the dorm today to hang?”

“Yeah sure. What time?”

“Uh I’ll text you. We’re at practice now”

“Sure, lemme know”

He sends a thumbs up emoji

It’s been a month since the BTS orgy I participated in

It was really fun

I ended up falling asleep on the couch Yoongi did too, on top of me

None of the guys moved us, they just went back to their rooms

I woke up to Yoongi’s hair in my face

He jumped a mile when I poked him and I laughed

I told him I needed to go home and asked if he could please get up

He blushed and moved off so I could get up

We both got dressed and he let me out

Ever since then everything has been normal between all of us

We all still hang out together

We just don’t have sex and we don’t talk about it

It doesn’t bother me as long as I have them as my friends

Nothing ever happened between me and the member I’m in love with

We just had sex and that was it

He never said anything to me, just continued as we were

I’m disappointed but I can’t make him love me

And I can’t wait around for him

I have to get over it

That’s why I agreed to go on a date with another idol

Namjoon’s friend Jackson from Got 7, asked if I’d possibly agree to go on a date with his group member, Jin- Young

I said yes and the next thing I know, Jin-Young calls me, asking me out

So I agree and we’re going out on Friday

He’s cute but I don’t know him

I have to give him a chance though

I don’t want to be alone all my life pining over someone who’ll never love me

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“Hi Jo”, Jungkook says as he opens the door to the dorm

“What up Kookie?”

He laughs, “You’re so weird”

“Ha! Look who's talking. So what’s up?”

“Uh nothing”

“Yoongi here? He asked me to come over”, I ask

“Yeah he’s in his room.”

“Rude. I texted him that I’m here. You think he’d come and open the damn door.”

“Are you surprised?”, Jungkook asks with an “are-you-kidding-me” look.

“Not at all”, I smile, “I’ll see you later”

“See ya”

I walk to Yoongi’s room

His door is open and he’s at his desk writing something, his back to me

I see his phone is on his bed

I roll my eyes

He probably didn’t even read the text I sneak up on him and he doesn’t even hear me

I glance over his shoulder real quick to see what he’s writing

Looks like lyrics

About a girl

'Her eyes are beautiful dark pools I love to get lost in'

Damn

He has it bad

Anyway, I decide to scare him

“What are you writing?”, I whisper in his ear

He jumps and shouts, turning around, snapping his notebook closed

I’m laughing so hard, I can’t breathe

He’s glaring at me, breathing heavily

“That’s not fucking funny Joanne.”

“You’re right”, I gasp, “It’s fucking hilarious”

He just keeps glaring and scowling at me until I’ve calmed down

I wipe my eyes carefully, trying not to fuck up my makeup anymore than I already did when tears came out

“Are you done?”

I crack up again

“Joanne! Seriously?”

“Ok, ok, I’m done”, I say holding back a smile

He huffs

“I’m good. I promise”, I say, calmed for now

I flop on his bed and toss him his phone

“I texted you when I was outside you ass. I had to keep ringing the bell until Jungkook opened it”

“Oh sorry. I was busy, I lost track of time”

“Uh-huh, writing love song lyrics?”

“You looked?”, he scowls again

“Relax, I only saw one line about the girls eyes and getting lost or something like that.”

“Don’t read my lyrics.”

“Fucking relax. I didn’t mean to”, I snap

“You know I hate when people read my shit before I finish it.”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry ok? I won’t read any of your shit ever again.”

“You shouldn’t have done it now!”, he exclaims

Fuck this

I didn’t come here to be yelled at

I get up, “Fuck off Yoongi. I’m leaving”

I walk past him and out into the hall

“No, Joanne wait! Don’t go”, he says following me

He grabs my arm, stopping me

I turn back to him, giving him a death stare

“I’m sorry ok? I just got embarrassed that you read it ok? I don’t write love songs, I usually leave that to Namjoon. I’m sorry. Don’t leave.”

I hesitate but he’s apologizing

“Ok fine”, I give in

Relief blooms in his face

“Uh can you come back to my room?”

“Yeah ok”, I say and follow him

Once inside he closes the door

He goes and sits in the computer chair by the desk I go to sit in his bed facing him

“So what do you wanna do?”, I ask

“Uh I wanted to ask you something”

“You dragged me all the way here to ask me something?”

“You live ten minutes away!”

“Still”, I say, “You could of just texted me.”

He rolls his eyes

“I asked you to come hang out but I wanna ask you something first.”, he clarifies

“Oh, ok”

I sit and wait

He looks down at the ground

“Yoongi? Hello?”, I call, “What do you want to ask me?”

“Uh, yeah..”, he trails off

I give him a ‘well?’ look

“Do you..uh….will you…”

“What? Just ask Yoongi, you can ask me anything”

We had crazy sex and he’s been everywhere on my body

He can’t ask a fucking question?

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

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Yoongi POV

She blinks, then asks, “Are you…are you serious?”

I know it’s coming out of nowhere and this isn’t like me at all

And I’m not usually this shy around her

But the truth is I love her

I fell in love with her a long time ago

But I’m not good at this stuff and she makes me nervous

“Yeah I’m serious.”

“Where is this coming from? I didn’t even think you liked me like that”, she asks

‘Because I hid it and I’m scared you don’t want me’, I want to say but don’t

I know she’s confused

I never gave any indication that I like her like that

Even after we woke up naked together, I acted completely normal even though I was incredibly happy

Waking up to her arms around me, holding me was the best thing in the world

And the sex she gave me the night before?

The best sex I ever had in my entire existence

I haven’t said anything this last month because I was getting the courage to tell her

But I had to speed things up or I’d lose her

But I shrug, “I don’t know. I just like you”

I am not telling her I love her

Not yet

“You just like me?”, she repeats, “You don’t even sound sure”

“I am”

She furrows her eyebrows, so confused

“Look if you don’t want to just say it”, I answer

This isn’t going well

She’s not answering me and I’m freaking out

“Hey don’t give me a fucking attitude. You can’t just drop this on me after never saying a fucking thing or even indicating that you felt this way. Especially since you’re shrugging your fucking shoulders and not even sounding like you do really like me”, she snaps

My eyes widen and I look down

She’s right

I need to relax and show her that I want her

“I’m sorry Jo. I’m not good at this stuff. The truth is…”

“What?”

Shit

Why did I say that?

“Yoongi?”, she prompts

Should I tell her?

I just said I wouldn’t but maybe I should just tell her.

Get everything out of the way

She’s not going to let it go anyway until I answer her

I take a breath, “The truth is I love you.”

“You..love..”, she stutters

I nod looking up at her, “Yeah, I love you. I have for a while. I don’t know when it happened or even how. I just started noticing that I’d get jealous when you’d go to Namjoon’s room all the time. I just wanted to be around you, hold your hand, kiss you. I don’t like being touched or do that kind of stuff but I want to with you. I didn’t know what was wrong with me until I figured out I fell in love with you.”

She looks totally caught off guard which is to be expected

“But how can you want me after what I did with you and the guys? I fucked all of your friends! If I’d known you felt like this I wouldn’t have done it!”

“You wouldn’t?”, I ask, looking intently at her

Is she just saying that or does she mean it?

“No!”, she cries

I…I don’t know what to say

Why wouldn’t she?

She’s single, she can do whatever she wants

“But why not?”, I ask

“Because I love you, you fucking idiot! God you’re so stupid and fucking blind.”

Now it’s my turn to look dumbfounded

She loves me?

Is she joking?

“I’m in love with your dumb ass and I wouldn’t have fucked all the guys if I’d known how you felt. I only did it because I got to be with you if I did. I never thought you’d ever look twice my way, with all female idols and female staff members you’re around all the time!”, she yells

Is she insane?

I don’t give a rats ass about idols and female staff members

I’ve seen them and they do nothing for me

She is who I want

“Why would you think that? You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I can’t look at other girls anymore because they can never compare to you. All I do is compare. I just stopped looking because they’re not you”, I tell her

“Www…what?”, her mouth drops open, “You’re not serious?”

My god, she really doesn’t think I’d want her or look at her at all

She’s gorgeous, she’s all I could ever want and more and she has no clue

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me”, I repeat

She has to believe that I think that

I won’t let her think otherwise

“I love everything about you. How small you are, how fucking incredibly sexy your body is, you hair, your soft skin, you’re gorgeous smile. And your eyes. Your fucking eyes.”, I confess

Her eyes are fucking beautiful and I could stare into them all day

They’re such a pretty dark brown that shine all the time

I could drown in them every day

But I don’t want to think it’s all about her looks because it’s so not

“And don’t get me started on your personality. Because that could take hours for me to describe.”

It really could

She’s my perfect match

“The song…the thing I read…”, she start

“Is about you”, I admit, “That’s why I freaked out when you read it.”

“What you wrote about my eyes”, she trails off…

I blush hard

I don’t write love songs but once I sat down, all this came out

A whole verse just about her incredible eyes

“It’s true. Your eyes are my favorite thing about you, physically anyway. They’re just fucking gorgeous. They’re big and I love their dark brown color and how they’re always shining. I fucking drown in them everytime you look at me. I can’t hear anything anyone says or think about anything except looking in them. I honestly think I could get lost for hours in them.”, I answer, blushing more

She looks adorable with her mouth hanging open

I might as well keep going

She loves me and I want her to know how much I love her

Maybe we can finally be together

“You’re all I think about, all the time. It’s driving me crazy. I just want you around me all the time. I don’t care about what happened with the guys. It was before us, it doesn’t matter. What matters starts now, with you and me together. To be honest I only did it to be with you too. That was the best night of my life, being with you, making you feel that amazing. It was the best sex of my life because it was with you.”

I really don’t care about it

It happened and nothing can change that

I’m not mad, we weren’t together then

I was glad to be with her

“It’s the same for me Yoongi. It was the best because I was with you. You could of just kissed me the whole night and it would of been the best of my life.”, she admits

“I’m sorry Joanne. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before and I didn’t realize you felt the same.”

“It’s ok Yoongi. But why now? Why didn’t you say anything after we had sex?”

I sigh, “I was trying to work up the balls to tell you. But I was scared. Terrified actually. I still am. But then Namjoon told me that you agreed to go on a date with Jin-Young. I couldn’t lose you to someone else without at least telling you how I feel. That’s why I’m telling you now”

When I found out that she agreed to go on a date with this guy I flipped my shit

There is no way I would lose her without trying

No way

It’s silent for a minute

“Yes”, she says

I look at her confused, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend”, she answers

“You will?”, I ask, hoping she’s not kidding

She nods, “I love you Yoongi”

My face bursts into a smile

She sucks in her breath, whispering,

“Your smile is so beautiful Yoongi. I absolutely love it”

I can’t help but smile more, “I love you Joanne”

She gets off the bed and comes to me, kissing me

I kiss her back, pulling her on my lap

She pulls away and touches my face gently, staring into my eyes

“I love your eyes too Yoongi. They’re so beautiful”

Fuck, I can’t believe she’s saying this to me

That she thinks this about me

I run my fingers through her hair and look at her with love

“You’re mine”, I whisper

She nods, “And you're mine”

“Always”, I answer

I lean in and meet her half way, in a fiery kiss

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kpopsexstories · 5 months ago

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Master List: Gay K-pop Smut

There's gay smut on this blog! 😄

This blog has primarily been about straight sex: male k-pop idols with either fictional female characters, or with you as the (female) reader. For a year that's all I wrote!

But due to popular demand I've expanded my horizon and opened up to writing gay smut too. In this post you will find an overview of my gay series and links to individual stories.

My Gay Series

I now run several gay series on the blog. The links lead to their respective pages on Story Finder, my external website where you can browse the archives.

Gay K-pop One-shots – Plot-driven smut stories with fluff. Member-on-member or idol x male reader.

Quick Fix Gay – Very short stories that focus more on the sex. Member-on-member or idol x male reader.

Dating Ban Series – The boys of a given group can't date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual frustrations. All stories are idol x male reader.

➕ Stories are published continuously without a schedule.

➕ Requests are open!

Identifiers

To make it easier for you to find stories you like I include identifiers at the start of each post/story:

🧑🏻‍🤝‍🧑🏻 MEMBERS: The k-pop idol(s) the story is about. I'll also specify if it's member-on-member, member-on-reader, and who is the top/vers/bottom in the scenario.

📦 CONTENT: Key words describing the sex, like Missionary (position), Riding (position), Cumshot, Jerking off, Blowjob, Outdoors, etc.

🍆 TYPE: Refers to the sex and can be:

VANILLA: Sweet, innocent or inexperienced sex

MEDIUM: Regular good sex

WILD: Usually rougher and more explicit

STEAMY: Sensual and passionate involving all senses

UNCONVENTIONAL: Any of the above but with a twist, for example an unusual kink

Posting Schedule

My gay stories generally don't have a fixed schedule. They can appear at any time, though I limit myself to max once per week to mix with my straight content.

I may sometimes announce schedules in advance. For example, I tend to release Quick Fix stories in "seasons" with a story per week for several weeks. I've also done "Gay Thursdays" where every Thursday for several weeks I publish a pre-announced gay story.

You can check the Up-coming Stories page on Story Finder (external website) to see if there are any new gay stories coming soon!

Stories

Below is my master list of individual gay stories. The stories are listed per series and alphabetically per group and member.

* Listed more than once because more than one idol is the main character.

** Listed more than once because is not the main character – part of another member's story.

*R* Requested

Gay K-pop One-shots

NCT LUCAS takes you on a ride on his motorcycle *R*

MX WONHO & HYUNGWON picks you up at a bar *R*

Quick Fix Gay

NCT DOYOUNG* compares dick sizes with Jisung

NCT JAEMIN muscle kink *R*

NCT JENO fucks you missionary style *R*

NCT JISUNG* compares dick sizes with Doyoung

Dating Ban Series

Not alphabetical because the stories in this series are meant to be read in order.

Jisung Pt. 1 – Your best friend Jisung reveals his sexual needs when you come for a visit.

Jisung Pt. 2 – You satisfy Jisung's needs.

Haechan – Haechan wants in on the action and takes advantage of you when the others are out.

Mark – Mark sneaks into the bathroom when you're about to take a shower, which leads to hot sex while the others are right outside.

Renjun Pt. 1 – Renjun comes out to you and gives you a blow job in the swimming pool of the NCT Dream apartment complex.

Renjun Pt. 2 – Renjun bottoms for you in the swimming pool locker room.

Jeno Pt. 1 – There seems to be no boundaries left when Jeno comes to Jisung's room to fuck you. He doesn't even close the door!

Jeno Pt. 2 – Chenle and Jaemin listen in while Jeno fucks you hard.

Chenle – Needy Chenle bluntly wakes you from a nap. He's horny and frustrated that you've had sex with seemingly everyone but him.

Jaemin Pt. 1 – Your week-long visit is coming to an end. You embark on a traditional bike ride to Jaemin's favorite spot outside the city.

Jaemin Pt. 2 – A nostalgic moment by a secluded lake leads to unexpected outdoor sex.

All 7 Members Pt. 1 – The stigma is completely gone and the members of NCT Dream are sad to see you leave. You're having sexy with Jisung when Renjun and Jeno come to join.

All 7 Members Pt. 2 – The stigma is completely gone and the members of NCT Dream are sad to see you leave. You embark on an insane orgie with all of them.

All 7 Members Pt. 3 – Rushed for time, the members gather around to all shoot their loads onto your naked body.

Straight Master List & Story Finder

Check out the Master List post for my straight k-pop smut stories. I'm always open to requests, gay or straight.

Or, visit my external website Story Finder where you can browse all stories by content, idol, word count, popularity, requests, and more!

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byuljoonie · 1 year ago

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P*$$Y Fairy // pjm

read the title…

pairing: jimin x fem!reader

genre: one shot, quick smut, one take, unedited

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, extreme dirty talk, spit play, fingering, riding, oral, overstimulation, begging, exhibitionism, dom!jimin sub!reader, nipple play, degradation, dumbification, mild non-con (read at your own risk seriously)

note: This is really for me because I need park jimin right now, biblically, but enjoy if you want at your own risk. Playlists and other works in bio, or tagged under bts fanfic. Submit requests in bio. Yes the Namseok fanfic is still planned to come this Sunday, but who knows I might post it in the middle of next week. Have a great week nasties☆ -dubu

As you and Jimin sat at a cozy corner table in the dimly lit restaurant, the warm ambiance of your engagement dinner filled the air. You had just savored the last bites of your delectable desserts, relishing in the sweet moments you shared.

However, as the evening came to a close, a flirty waitress approached your table, her intentions clear as day. Ignoring you completely, she leaned in toward Jimin and playfully inquired about the bill, her overt attempts at flirtation leaving you no choice but to dryly chuckle at the waitress's rather poor timing.

Unfazed, Jimin paid the bill without acknowledging the woman's advances, his unwavering devotion to you shining brighter than any fleeting flirtation.

“Did you see how she was practically hanging on you, Jimin?” You said slightly upset at the unwarranted encounter. “Yeah, I noticed, sweetheart. Trust me, it didn't go unnoticed. But you know I only have eyes for you, right?” Jimin said, reaching his hand across the table to rub yours. Admiring the diamond that rested on your delicate finger.

“I know, minie. It's just... It bothers me when people act like that, especially when we're out together,” you said quietly. You moved your hand away from his, grabbing your purse and standing up to leave.

“Y/N, babe. Where are you going?” Jimin said pushing up from the table with a huff. He pushed through the double doors easily catching up with you in the small parking lot. He screamed your name causing you to freeze next to your vehicle.

“You listen to me when I’m talking to you Y/N,” he pushes you against the car, not waiting for you to turn around. “I don’t care about that woman in there, I only need you my love, but you’re pushing your fucking limit,” you gasp out, Jimin’s hand coming in direct contact with your clothed pussy. Your legs shiver in the cool night air, miniskirt flowing effortlessly as the wind grasps ahold of you.

Jimin starts pulling your panties to the side, breathing heavily on your neck as he forcefully grinds against you. His lips are close to your ear, making the hair on the nape of your neck stand in anticipation.

“Look at you darling, already submitting to my touch,” he says whispering into my ear hotly. “This is mine, I’m gonna do whatever I want to you doll, right here where anyone can see you being a pathetic slut.”

Jimin doesn’t bother to give you a warning, he dips two fingers into your wet center, using his free hand to grab your neck. His rough calloused fingers sending you into a frenzy, you tried to stifle your moans, equally afraid and aroused at the thought of getting caught.

His fingers felt like fire inside you, you whimpered at the sweet pain of his unwanted intrusion. Your body betrayed you in every way, his breath was hot against your neck.

He started rubbing you torturously slow, the fabric of your panties pressing into your skin. You felt your arousal drip down your leg, whimpering at how exposed you felt. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck, biting and sucking near your collar bone.

You hissed at the stinging sensation, sighing as he licked over the forming bruise to sooth your sensitive skin.

“Look at how wet you are, such a slutty little thing,” he taunted, you could hear the mocking pout that grew across his plush lips.

You needed him, sinfully, your body reacted before your mind. You clenched around his fingers in desperation. He used his free hand to yank your skirt up, roughly turning you around to face him. He smirked arrogantly, relishing in the control he has over you.

Slowly, he ran his finger along the slit of your pussy, earning another string of pitiful whines from you. “What if we get caught sweetheart? Hmm? You like the idea of someone catching me knuckle deep in your cunt? MY cunt,” he said chuckling at the broken moan you choked out.

“M…minie I think someone’s coming please stop,” you say, trying to move his hands away from your body. Gasping as his grip tightens on your neck.

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

You tried to fight against him, when did his grip get so strong. He moved his hand from your neck, placing it over your mouth as he plunges his fingers back into your pussy.

“Look at how ready you are for me, honey,” he taunts, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your stomach tightening again in response to his touch.

He pins you against the car, ducking down as someone walks in front of your parked vehicle, his fingers moving at lightening speed.

You felt like a dirty whore, getting fingered in a dark parking lot by the man you loved most. He kneads his palm against your clit as his fingers work inside you, making your legs shake uncontrollably.

“Aw I know baby, you gonna cum for me?” He coos, caressing your pussy in a come hither motion, sending sparks through your body. You nodded frantically, clenching around his ring adorned fingers, crying out into his hand as he pulls away before your orgasm.

Your legs shake embarrassingly hard, the knot in your stomach slowly disappearing. “Too bad you have to wait,” he rubs your lower back lovingly, sticking his fingers in his mouth before opening the door for you to enter. You pulled your skirt down hastily, fearing someone would walk by and catch you half naked.

You climbed in quietly, body still reeling from Jimin’s assault. He closed your door quickly making his way into the drivers side door, and pulling out of the dark parking lot.

Your gaze couldn't help but wander to him. His hands, beautifully tanned and veiny, gripped the steering wheel with confidence. The soft moonlight played on his sharp jawline, casting enchanting shadows that accentuated his features.

Lost in admiration, you watched him focus on the road ahead, subconsciously squeezing your legs together as he licked across the plump flesh of his lips.

However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted as he pulled up to your home, reminding you of what was to come.

He turned towards you, tilting his head downward to look at you through hooded eyes. Your eyes widen in suspense, Jimin loving every second of how weak you are.

Even his eye contact was fierce, consuming you as if you were his prey. He eyes you a little longer before unlocking the car doors. He steps out, stalking around to open the door for you.

You don’t say anything, walking hand in hand with Jimin through the threshold of your shared home. Once your shoes are off, you’re being guided to your black sofa.

Jimin sits down coolly, eyes roaming your body carefully. With gaze fixated on your cleavage, he grabs your hand pulling you down to the floor. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, staring up at him through glossy eyes.

"You see what you did to me, darling," he rhetorically questions, pressing your hands onto his hard on. “Beg for it,” he breathes out calmly, titling his head to the side expectantly.

The warm feeling in your tummy coming back in waves of pleasure. You try to speak but can only muster a feeble whine.

“Look at you in front of me, so sexy. Now fucking beg for it Y/N.” He stared at you, waiting for you to defy him, ready to devour you.

Please…please minie, I need you so bad,” you said panting when he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly.

“Aww, you sound so pathetic, sweet thing.” He let go of your hair, eyes moving between his zipper and your face. You knowingly move to unzip his pants, a light brown suit tailored perfectly for his body.

He raises up letting you pull them down his muscular legs. Your mouth slightly agape as his dick springs free from its confinement. The pink tip already leaking precum, his size will always make your mouth water. He isn’t long but he’s really thick, girth easily stretching you nearly in half.

You took him into your mouth, choking before his tip could reach the back of your throat. Your eyes welled up with tears, he tasted sweet on your tongue.

He bit his lip as you swirled your tongue around his tip. Groaning and fisting your hair as you licked up the underside of his dick, paying extra attention to the prominent veins.

“Mmm, such a perfect mouth baby.” His hips started to jerk up, causing him to hit the back of your throat. You gagged in response, coughing around him.

You twist your hands around his shaft firmly, roughly sucking on his tip. He groaned your name lowly, hand gripping the soft cushion next to him.

He whimpered as you swallowed around his tip, using one of your hands to play with his balls. Giving them extra attention with how heavy they feel. You craved him dearly, wanting to drain him until you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, making you speed up.

“Look at me baby, look at me with my cock in your mouth.” He commands intensely, smiling at the tears falling from your eyes. He rubs his thumb across your cheek, swiping away the moisture.

He lightly slaps you on your cheek, signaling you to stop. You look up at him in confusion, pulling him from your mouth with a light pop.

He pulled you up by your arms, standing you up and instructing you to lay across his lap. Nervously, you climbed onto his lap, chest coming in contact with the soft black cushion to his right. Your knees rest on the cushion to his left, shivering as you felt a breeze under your skirt.

He unzipped your miniskirt painfully slow, pulling it down your legs and discarding it across the living room. Your panties joining them right after.

He removed the black tie from his shirt, strategically tying your hands behind your back. He ran his index finger down your back until he reached the base of your spine. Chuckling at your body’s reaction to him, you felt his cock twitch against your tummy. Slick against your soft skin, crying to be inside you.

“Such a needy Whore, so stupid and pretty, all for me.” He gushed, bringing his hand down and placing a firm slap on your ass. You hissed at the pain, feeling embarrassed at the arousal dripping down your leg.

“Just a dumb slut, and you’re all mine to use.” He delivered another slap to your ass, the sound echoing through your home. You cried out loudly, sobbing into the sofa cushion.

“I know, baby,” he coos, caressing your ass gently, the cool of his rings soothing your burning skin. He runs a finger between your cheeks, stopping just above the entrance of your core.

“You want me right here baby? Hmm?” He questions running his middle finger over your slit, collecting the wetness to taste. Moaning at the taste, he delivered a powerful slap directly on your pussy.

You screamed in pleasure, squirming on his lap uncomfortably.

“Stop moving and let me see where you need me.” He threatened in your ear, grabbing your throat pulling you backwards toward his face. He placed a kiss on your ear before letting you go, using both of his hands to spread your lips apart.

He moaned at the sight, staring until you felt uncomfortable under his watch. You could feel his eyes on your core, cool air making you clench around nothing.

“Such a pretty hole, Y/N. Gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” He placed his hands on your hips, carefully lifting you until you were upright on his lap, facing away from him.

He lines himself up and rubs against your pussy, you let out a strangled moaned, struggling against the fabric of his expensive tie digging into your wrists.

He pushes in slowly, you clench unbelievably tight around him, causing him to shudder. He’s so thick you can never fully adjust to his size.

He reaches around sloppily rubbing his index and ring finger over your clit, groaning at the contact you started to bounce on his cock. Taking every inch of his girth, feeling it in your tummy.

“Good girl, take my dick just like that.” He growled speeding up his tempo, rhythmically grunting with every movement. A melody of his name left your mouth, crying as his tip hit your sweet spot just right.

“Mm I love fucking you raw, such a nasty girl taking daddy’s dick like this.” You can’t think straight, the sound of him moving in and out of your pussy is so obscene. “So perfect, sweetheart.”

“Jimin,” you sob out, fighting against your restraints, needing to touch him.

“What do you want, baby?” He grunts in your ear. “Tell me Y/N, tell me what you need.”

You feel your orgasm building, your tummy tightening and tightening with his every thrust.

“Hmmfp…I’m gonna cum, minie please can I cum,” you begged miserably, feeling the stickiness of your love making coating both of your thighs. He pressed the pad of his finger to your clit, rubbing solid circles against you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

That’s all you needed to hear, shaking uncontrollably you came around his cock. Feeling his movements becoming sloppy as he twitches inside you. You whimper in pain, body over stimulated.

With a few more thrusts, he released inside of you, calling your name out repeatedly. You felt filthy, his cum leaking down his shaft as he lazily fucked into you, milking himself.

He untied your wrists, turning you around to place a kiss on your lips. Your lips molded together perfectly, fitting like missing puzzle pieces. You felt him grow hard again, making you shudder in fear. Too sore for another round but willing to go all night.

He picks you up and carries you to the kitchen table.

“We’re not finished, pet,” you moan his name, arching your back as he sucks harshly on your nipple.

The end.

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linos-luna · 1 year ago

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Just a little Pain ❣️

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, Pain Kink, slapping, hair pulling, biting, roleplay, dick slapping, handjob, gropping, overstimulation, some biting

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Your boyfriend was unpredictable. And discovering his odd kinks was interesting to say the least. Recently you found out he likes pain. Masochism? Is that what it’s called? He wants you to hurt him. To slap him. To pull his hair, to spank him. He loves it.

He had been teasing you all day. It drove you nuts. Yes he was needy but, for you, it was embarrassing.

Sitting at a restaurant for lunch with his friends would’ve gone fine if he wasn’t constantly teasing your thighs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He wants you to get mad at him. He loves when you’re angry.

~~~

“Jimin, what was that about?!” You asked quite annoyed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, jagiya.” He replied with a smile while locking the front door. “What did I do?”

You know what he wanted. So you sighed and went to the bedroom to change.

Perfect. He thought.

Jimin followed behind you and as you pulled off your shirt, he hugged you from behind.

“What are you doing?!” You said, obviously startled.

“What are you talking about baby?” He laughed while pulling on your bra strap and letting it snap back on your skin. “I’m just hugging my girlfriend.”

You winced as he pulled the strap and let it retract again. He’s really testing your patience.

Once he grabbed you over the crochet of your pants, you realized the game he wants to play; it’s one of his favorite scenes.

“What are you doing, baby? Did I say you could do that?” You said while gripping onto his wrist as he unzipped your jeans.

“I’m just touching my girlfriend.” He smirked while slipping his hand in you pants, only for you to squeeze his wrist.

“Don’t be a pervert…”

But he ignored that, opting to use his other hand before you pushed him off.

“Pervert!”

“And?!” He taunted while getting close to your face.

You delivered a hash slap to his cheek. Pausing for a moment to gage his reaction. Sure he likes this stuff you felt like that was a pretty hard hit.

But he reacted just as expected. Smiling deviously at the accelerating action. He loved it.

“Again… do it again, bitch…” he said while panting.

“What a little pain slut…” you said with a chuckle while grabbing him by the chin and pushing him back to sit on the bed.

“And?”

“You want more?” You scoffed while pulling him by the hair. “You’ve been nothing but a dirty pervert today.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

“Well perverts get punished, of course.” You shook you head and slapped him again before pushing him on his back.

You let your legs free from the jeans and got on top of him, sitting right at his waist. You leaned in and started kissing him. Jimin kissed right back and moaned as you lightly tugged his hair so that you could dominate with your tongue.

He gripped on tight to your ass, his nails practically digging in from over the fabric of your underwear, hoping to get a reaction.

“Let go of me Jimin.” You grunted as you slowly grinded your hips into his clothed cock.

“Make me~”

With one hand you pulled his hair back and the other you positioned it around his throat, lightly squeezing.”

“Come again?”

“Make me.” He gasped with a devilish smile.

You let go of him, moving down to lower his boxers. Without warning, you took hold of his cock and he practically cried out.

“Aw what is it, baby?” You teased. “Can’t handle a little touch?”

“Agh… fuck…” he moaned softly while throwing his head back, his hands clawed at the sheets and and he moved his waist, only for you to lightly tap his cock when it hardened.

A high pitched moan echoed in the room as you did that and Jimin had his eyes closed while biting his lip.

“Fuck… doitagain-… hurt me-…” he panted while babbling slurred sentences. “Hurme… fuh-fuckin bitch-…”

“Oh like this?” You gripped on tight to his hard cock and started jerking him off, at a fairly fast pace.

He whined at the feeling , eyes rolled back as he let out unfiltered noises.

You knew he was close to coming and immediately let go. He cried out in annoyance while you quickly lowered your panties. He was about to complain before you suddenly sank onto his throbbing cock, making him cum almost instantly.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck y/n—!” He gasped before you pulled him up and pulled his hair so that you can suck hickeys on his neck.

It was all so overwhelming for him as he was still inside you and you keep pulling his hair for access to his neck.

Every time you’d move, even a little, he’d let out a whimper and tried holding onto you.

“Are you done, baby?” You whispered against his neck. “Are you done being a perv…?”

When he didn’t answer right away, you nipped at his neck, practically stunning him.

“Yes!”

“Hm?”

“yes!” he pleaded.

Your boyfriend held on tight to your hips and started grinded you against him. You let out breathy moans as your eyes rolled back. Jimin couldn’t help laughing while watching you lose yourself. Your mind was foggy and all you could focus on was getting that high. Although your boyfriend was already moving you, he loved as it seemed your hips had a mind of their own.

You threw your head back when coming and slumped forward as your energy was gone.

“Looks like im not the only pervert here, jagiya~” he smirked while stroking your hair. He was satisfied. He got exactly what he wanted. He always knows how to get what he wants…

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yoongis-property · 1 year ago

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Wanna read: September

bts & ateez

MASTERLIST

(last update: 09.08.2023)

-ˏˋ BTS ˊˎ-

MIN YOONGI

look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash

make me by @ppersonna

twirl for me by @gimmethatagustd

Countermelody by @bonvoyagenoona

grey area by @blushoseoks

gwanghae flow by @btssavedmylifeblr

your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga feat. jk

all eyes on me by @here2bbtstrash

drip by @here2bbtstrash

PARK JIMIN

drabble by @eoieopda

no strings by @kpopfanfictrash

him after all by @mercurygguk

cherry flavored by @ppersonna

physical by @ppersonna

JEON JUNGKOOK

never thought by @yoongiphoria

Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates by @ot7always

MCD*CKIN by @jinned

caught me by @jeongi

your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga feat. yg

seven days by @hisunshiine

bangtan scouts by @hisunshiine

candles & flames by @taegularities

-ˏˋ ATEEZ ˊˎ-

PARK SEONGHWA

animal crossing by @kyufessions

Love From Italy by @atinytinaa

paradigm by @yoongiseesawmp3

fuel lines by @chaseatinydream

KIM HONGJOONG

deal by @hongism

Coming Home by @mia-tiny

Horizon by pxedpiper

wildflower by @jumilkies

steeeam! by @feltednettles

JEONG YUNHO

just between friends by @honeyhotteoks feat. mingi

KANG YEOSANG

The Roommate Agreement by @ateezreactionsandscenarios

Longing by @sxcret-garden

CHOI SAN

only one by @just-some-random-blogger

The sound of our tied souls by @jaehunnyy

Soggy Cereal by @mingtinys

Good luck kiss by @ateezlovely

Our Little Star by @littleocean-rose

SONG MINGI

lavender haze by @feltednettles

just between friends by @honeyhotteoks feat. yunho

in each other’s arms by @kimsohn

JUNG WOOYOUNG

Unknown fever. by @a-soft-hornytiny

All 'Cause of a Neck Kiss by @cocobeanncteez

Beans on Toast by @naesarangyunho

CHOI JONGHO

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confessions of not so estranged hearts | pjm

park jimin x reader (f)

genre: angst; smut; crush culture

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: you and jimin used to talk your senior year of highschool but after a lengthy falling out the two of you finally get a chance to reignite what was there.

warnings: pretty vanilla; reader is kind of shy; mentions of emotional constipation and miscommunication; set in the spring because warm weather makes me happy; tae is the readers step bro (this is not pseudo incėst); jk/jm are also brothers; teasing; penetrative sex; fingering/clitorial stimulation; praise; nipple play; foul language.

word count: 8,9 thousand words

posted: March 18, 2023

Vibrant fields of lilac were stretched out in front of you. The little knowledge that you had retained about plants geared you to believe you were prancing around lavender beds. All of them were so narrow and ran numerous miles, seemingly endless. It almost seemed to meet the cool tones of the evening blue skies somewhere at the end of its path deep into the horizon. But you could not tell if it really did.

Instead, you stood snapping mental photographs of the beauty around you. It was a sight you wanted to store in your memories forever. To keep under lock and key in a tiny wooden box within the walls of your heart.

You grew a bit startled when a stranger’s slender fingers became intertwined with yours.

You thought you were alone. . Steadily, you turned around reading up the person standing behind you. They wore khakis; a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and were outlined by a luminescent sparkle outshining the burning star above.

Jimin? You questioned, thoughts becoming a scribbled nonsense and quite frankly you were unsure how the two of you ended up here. But you did not care nor did you question it.

You just rode the wave of tingles migrating through your body. The way his lips were sculpted into a tender smile; his cheeks adorned by dimples so deep the ocean would be put to shame. And his palm felt so warm against yours. God knows you have wondered how that would feel from the moment you first laid eyes on him.

“Jimin.” he didn’t speak; just nodded, “how are we here? Where are we?”

“Your thoughts brought me here.”

“My thoughts?” you scratched the back of your head, “it’s that simple?”

“It’s that simple,” his voice began to fade and his touch became phantom.

You were being shaken out of your scenic haven, and while you tried to focus on Jimin the chants of your name became too great to ignore. Opening your eyes felt blinding but after rubbing the sleep off of them you realized it had only been a dream.

Figures. Only in the fabrications of your dreams would you ever grow the tits to speak to someone like him again. . breathing in the same vicinity as Jimin was an overstep, looking in his direction was ambitious, another chance at speaking to him was impossible and you were fully aware of that but how do you tell your heart to move on when he possesses everything your dreams are made of.

“Jimin again?” Your step-brother, Taehyung asked.

“Jimin?” you must have been uttering his name in your sleep again—like an idiot, “as in the guy who manages the flower stand?”

He hummed.

“No, not that Jimin.”

“So within the last twenty four hours you developed a stupid crush on another Jimin?”

“Yes. .” that could be believable, right?

“He’s the only Jimin you and I know,” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“He’s the only Jimin you know,” you tried averting as much as a stutter in your words, wanting to sound as convincing as possible, “I know many other Jimins’”

“Do I need to remind you, your best friend is a stuffed animal?” The most annoying thing about Tae was having him as a brother, living with him twenty-four seven; not being able to shield any details about your personal life from him.

“Actually, Yeontan is my best friend as well. How about you just keep your eyes on the fucking road.”

“You just proved my point but whatever,” he mumbled but you ignored him allowing his words to be carried away in the mild wind. Instead you became focused on the perfect attributes of that afternoon. The way the viridescent leaves emitted their melody as they swayed on the branches they would be calling home for the duration of spring and summer.

You raised your legs up on the dashboard after rolling down the window immersed by the sounds of nature, everything so perfectly in tune much like a lullaby nearly sending you off into a deep slumber once more.

Perhaps, that’s what your heart truly called for, urging for even the remaining ten minutes of the ride to fabricate dreams of him like you just had. Snippets of his features flashed in your mind with recollections of his tawny skin sparkling under the sunlight; cherry lips which he usually glossed accentuating their plumpness; and russet eyes he usually hid behind his eyelids when he smiled and laughed.

Jimin was the definition of perfection through and through.

But despite your shy glances and sneaky pleads for him to see you one more time, he never did. Even during the market festival season where he began helping his mom’s stand in front of yours two years ago you were invisible to him yet he was all you ever laid eyes on.

“We’re here loser,” he knocked your legs off the dashboard scrubbing the sleeve of his hoodie on the scuffs that were already there, “Look at all this. I’m gonna make you clean my whole fucking car.”

“Your truck has been shit way before I even set foot in it.”

“The fuck you say about Darla?”

“Darla, is literally the only woman in your life,” you pointed at his truck, “and she's a chunk of metal on wheels. Complete shit.”

He gasped audibly, slamming the car door before following behind you in a trot, “if Darla’s such a piece of shit you can use your little chicken legs to walk home.”

“I was going to do so anyway.”

“Good because I wasn’t providing you with a choice to begin with.”

You rolled your eyes, “fuck you, Taehyung.”

Taehyung and his father steered into the avenue of your life ten years ago on your twelfth birthday. Your mother threw a big party with promises of a grand surprise. Like any other adolescent girl you had hopes of a pleasant gift like a new phone; clothes; or maybe even a puppy. . But no. You couldn’t have been any more wrong. In the blink of an eye you were condemned with a brother you never asked for and a father figure you didn’t need. As she introduced them to you the vibrant walls residing in your mind, the same ones you had grown so accustomed to began closing in—trapping you in the narrowed space. Your whole world had been crushed entirely, metaphorically and literally as you were completely blind sided by betrayal and fueled by rage. For an entire year you gave your mother the cold shoulder, resenting her for not deeming you the sole purpose of her life. For needing to find happiness elsewhere and for not thinking you were enough. Even thinking about it now you realize how selfish it was. How you were tainting their experiences at the expense of your ridiculous outbursts. Thankfully, things were different now and the two of them have settled in your heart forever. Even though you and Taehyung would probably be buried six feet under still bickering in the afterlife.

Saturday mornings were finally alive again, bustling with social bodies strolling through the sidewalk between the red brick wall and the canal, stopping by all of the kiosks and stands featured in the annual market festival. Overhead there were string lights hung between the trees and the canal railing simulating the twinkling stars glimmering even during the brightest bits of the day.

Jung-hee, your step-father and your mother set-up the white tent enclosed with rectangular tables on three sides, all of them covered in white tablecloths and an abundance of upcycled and environmentally friendly jewelry. Of course, it only made so much sense to sell them here at the very place refusing to turn their lights off during the day.

“Did I hear the two of you arguing just now?” your mother shot the two of you a stern stare, her hand remained on her hip.

“Arguing?” you let out a derisive laugh.

“I may be old but my hearing still works.”

“No offense mama, but you might wanna clean your ears out cause there was absolutely no arguing here,” technically speaking you could tell the truth but she always made it her mission to punish the two of you if she caught you bickering in any way. And the last thing you felt like doing was cleaning up the stand after the market festival was over, “right, Tae?”

“Right,” he confirmed, “I’m as passive as the waves,” he flailed his arms mimicking the motion of the ocean, “I don’t even know what arguing is.”

“Not too much, Tae.” you smacked his arms down forcing them down to rest at his side.

“You know what? I don’t have time for this,” she brushed off the two of you and walked off in the direction of the parking lot, likely fetching something they’d previously forgotten.

“The two of you are gonna give your mother an aneurysm,” Jung-hee laughed while taking a seat on the stool by the register, “We all heard your bickering all the way here.”

What did he mean by all of us? You turned around reading the statue in Jimin figure as he leaned along the black railing, his attention entirely diverted to the phone sitting in his palm. As disappointing as it may be this was the extent of your interactions with Jimin, or the lack thereof rather. He was always right there. Right in front of you giving a new meaning to the word breathtaking and you were always willing to devote your undivided attention to him.

“Jimin, you are so fine. Please have my babies,” His voice was laced with mock and you just knew this was his attempt at working your remaining nerve. Surprise surprise, it worked.

“Jun sophomore year of college is going great thanks for asking,” you beamed, “Tae, how are you adapting to your classes?”

Deep; deeeep; deeeeeeeep down you knew it was kind of fucked to put Tae on the spot when you knew crystal clear he had been neglecting his classes for dance club but honestly you couldn’t say you were entirely sorry.

“Fuck you.” Taehyung mouthed quietly in your direction and your automatic response was to stick your tongue out at him.

“Right. Taehyung, how are classes going?”

“Well, they—they’re fine. .” Taehyung mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Why do you not sound convinced?” Jun crossed his arms at his chest. He furrowed his eyebrows in a tight knit and squinted his eyes.

“It’s as convincing as it's gonna get,” he shrugged.

Jun swiped his hands down his features resting them right under his chin. “Taehyung, you need to get your shit together or I will tell your mother. Besides college is expensive and if you’re gonna dick around just save me the money and drop out already,” As a father figure Jun wasn’t much of a scoulder. . But the disappointment in his words was as sharp as a bee’s stylet and his tone felt like the acidic painful venom the insect punctured through the skin.

“When it gets to that point, I’ll phone the neighborhood snitch to let you know.”

In case it wasn’t evident; you were the ‘neighborhood snitch’. When the two of you were smaller you had a habit of babbling redundant shit you swore to the grave. As it seems you weren’t much different as an adult either. It’s what resulted in you scoring the nickname indefinitely.

“Don’t blame me. I simply asked a question.”

“No,” Taehyung slouched back on the chair and pulled his phone out of his pocket, “you asked the wrong fucking question. You always do.”

“You could have just answered differently.”

“You know I crack under his disappointed tone,” Taehyung whined.

“In that case, it is not my fault you’re a weak little bitch.” Actually, it kind of—No, it definitely was.

“You better sleep with one eye open.”

If this was anyone else you would have been trembling with fear but empty threats were Taehyung’s forte. In the third grade you accidently broke his Spider-Man lunch box and after threatening to chop off one of your ponytails yet all had been forgiven by the time school was dismissed and the two of you skipped home happily, hand in hand. Fast forward to middle school the two of you got in trouble after you tripped and broke a vase in your parents room after wanting to sneak an early peek at your Christmas gifts. Again, he threatened to never speak to you again but a few hours the two of you were sipping hot cocoa while binging a holiday movie marathon.

Just baseless threats. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Can you two be quiet before your mom comes back?” Jun shook his head, “I should’ve gotten a vasectomy.”

“That only affects me, you ass,” Taehyung exclaimed.

“I would’ve given her up for adoption. Happy now?”

“Very.”

Jun pulled the cellphone from his back pocket reading his lit up screen, “your mother needs help, I’ll be right back. Behave please.”

“You got this right?” Taehyung scrambled up from his chair nearly sprinting away from the tent, not even sparing you a brief second to protest at his lack of assistance, “I need to, uh, go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Although, there was a steep vibrancy of livelihood that trotted through the festival you couldn’t help but be underwhelmed by the lack of tints missing within the blurred lines tracing the eyes, nose and lips of those around you. You convinced yourself that in the darkest of night, a thief had broken into the neighborhood homes with a mission to drain everyone of their glow—the spark that shone brightly, exuding your desire to live.

Everyone was missing it but Jimin wasn’t.

His luminance was everlasting and while all of those around him in the canal were bland; boring; in black and white. . His honeyed skin radiated a blinding radiance. One that snagged your attention and refused to let it go. His eyes were as dark and as bottomless as the deepest depths of the sea. And while you dove in them long ago. You remained floating on the surface hoping one day he would finally notice. The curves of his plump lips were filled in with a shade of rubicund, while a layer of gloss accentuated them. He was blanketed in the synonyms of impeccability.

Anatomy states there are over six hundred muscles in the human body. One hundred of those would be geared to speak to him. To approach him two hundred muscles would be required per step. While you were dazed in love-filled daydreams, your ideal boy began walking up to the jewelry stand. You attempted to use the seventeen muscles needed to smile in his direction but instead you froze in place.

“Hey,” his voice was flourishing like the emerging flower petals in the dawn of spring, “do you have any bead necklaces?”

Copious assumptions ran through your mind. Who did he want? No, who did he need a necklace for? Was he taken? Maybe someone who he deemed a potential interest.

If only he could hear the palpitations of your beating heart. Only if he knew how much you still liked him.

“Necklaces?” you muttered in a stupefied tone.

“Bead necklaces,” he repeated.

“Right. .” In the back of your mind you continuously kicked the incompetence away or at least tried to. Working against your glacialized muscles you pulled out two white trays from behind the table and laid them out in front of you. One was composed of gold and silver pieces while the other were some your mother made with more vibrant colors, “we have these available right now.”

“Which ones do you like?” he hummed, kneeling down in front of the table.

“As the sales attendant of this tent,” you shrugged, “I think I’m forced to say I like all of them.”

He emitted a chuckle so airy and light it felt like a crisp breeze sweeping by even on that scorching spring day, the sweat beads streaming down your temples were congealed, “I suppose that's how things are wired, huh?”

“That is what I’m here for,” you smiled slightly. There was a pinch in your heart as you formed your next words, “I might be able to form better assistance if I knew who this could be for.”

“My youngest brother,” he huffed, “his birthday’s in a couple of days.”

“Jungkook?” you asked.

“Yes. . You know him?”

“Only in passing,” you shrugged, “he’s best friends with my step brother, Taehyung.”

He snickered, “Oh. .Taehyung.”

“That is the only accurate response to the whirlwind individual that is Taehyung,” you shook your head, chuckling in the process.

“Funny, cause I would describe Jungkook the exact same way,” he brushes his dark locs away from his moistened forehead.

“They are soulmates after all.”

“What about you?” he began.

“What about me?”

“Is there anyone who holds such a title in your life?” his eyes turned to gold under the beams of the radiant sun. Spell written with poems about the beauty of the summer season featuring sonnets of love and fondness.

“Like a best friend?”

“I suppose,” there was a stammer in his words, “more like a soulmate bond at all.”

“Uh, I suppose not,” truly narrowing it down the stem of the current relationships in your life came root to sole acquaintances. Friends of friends or friendships you made in passing.

“Well we’re still young right?” Jimin reassured, “we have a lifetime of relationships to build.”

Less than an eternity, all you wanted was a single minute to peel back everything you felt for Park Jimin. Like a love struck idiot unable to form coherent sentences you nodded with your tongue caught in the back of your throat.

You didn’t desire a lifetime, you wanted to shout. All you needed was him.

“For Jungkook,” you cleared your throat, “I noticed he’s quite fond of the color black. Perhaps, something like this might suit him best.” You picked out a black spinel necklace composed of black beads with a silver chain in between each one.

“You have a keen sense for good taste,” the pads of his fingertips fluttered over the piece. His sensible touch traced over your fingers sending a chill racing through all ten of your fingers.

“It's the reason I was appointed employee of the month,” surely the wide grin sitting on your face was unsettling so you tried to tone it down as best you could, “should I pack this up for you?”

“Please,” he followed you over to the register, “thank you so much for all of your help.”

Grabbing the black square jewelry box you placed the necklace in it, before placing it in the small gift bag and handing it off to Jimin after he paid for it.

In your mind, the extent of your interaction was cherished but you couldn’t help the way your head raced through hundreds of scenarios to call him back. To scramble and make something up just to be able to see him again. It was a fervent feeling like a fire being fed more lighter fluid, unable to be extinguished.

But his back was all your eyes could meet and his strides were aimed towards his family’s rose stand on the other side of the sidewalk.

Everything played in slow motion, perhaps that is why you missed how sweet your name tasted being pushed past his lips. Lingers of daydreams trailed behind as you failed to separate fiction from reality.

To be fair, what had taken place for the past fifteen minutes seemed to be fabricated from the sweetest of dreams to visit you in the late hours of the night—then, you heard your name once again.

“Yes?” you finally snapped out of it.

“Will I see you at Jungkook’s birthday party?”

“I don’t know,” you weren’t really sure why you said that when in reality you wanted to go and spend more time with him.

“Come on,” he fidgeted with the silk string on the gift bag, “I promise I’ll keep you company.”

“Yeah, yeah. .” you nodded, “I’ll go.”

“Tomorrow at 6:30 at the beach spot behind our house,” he offered.

“See you there.”

When the market festival ended that day you were drained, entirely washed out by the lack of assistance provided from your family in managing the jewelry stand. Taehyung never showed up again from his trip to the bathroom and Jun and your mother left to look after the store a few blocks away.

The night has emerged and all you wanted was to sink into the comfort of your mattress.

“Are you gonna wait for me to get all of this down?” Jun continued storing away the few pieces you weren’t able to sell.

“Our apartment is just two blocks away. I’m too tired to wait, I’ll just walk it,” the slanting rays of the setting sun painted a warm orange tinge to the sky. It wasn’t too dark for an evening stroll and besides many stans were open and the sidewalks were still being occupied by dozens of people.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you taking the tent down too?”

“Are you and Taehyung still going to Jungkook’s birthday party?”

The thought of missing it couldn’t even cross your mind, “Yes.”

“Then, yes,” he pointed at the phone sitting beside him, “just please text me when you get home so I know you made it there safely.”

“I always do,” you kissed his forehead, “good night Jun.”

“Good night sweetie.”

Walking was its own form of therapy and while you had just worked on your feet all day, there was something about the way the cool wind swept against your body. Seeming as if just a few hours prior it hadn’t been the hottest day the spring season has had to offer thus far.

“As employees of the month I would have guessed your work hours would extend past 6pm,” Jimin pulled up next to you on his bright mint green bicycle.

“I was deserving of it when my lazy baby brother decided to ditch me hours ago,” you slowed down your power walk allowing him to also ride swiftly.

“You know, Jungkook did the same exact thing at the flower stand,” he hummed as if to raise suspicion. . rightfully so.

“Tae and Kookie are two peas in a pod,” you sighed, “God, knows what kind of trouble they’re stirring up.”

“I can only hope to be as far away as possible from the eruption whenever that trouble may explode.”

“Seriously.”

If a color palette could be assigned to each person in the world, Jimin would be composed of pastels. More specifically he would be portrayed in the delicate hues of yellow vivifying calmness, peacefulness, happiness.

“No cars out in the town today?” He pedaled slowly, still following your pace.

“You’re the one with the fancy cars here.”

He scoffed, shaking his head, “they’re barely fancy.”

“You’re such a liar,” you giggled, “but to answer your question I keep my car in the garage a lot of the time. Everything is at a walking distance and besides Taehyung is the one to drive us back from on the weekends.”

“Sounds like the makings of a passenger princess to me.”

“I wear the title proudly,” you smiled.

“In that case, hop on.” Jimin came to a halt in front of you.

“Like on the pegs?”

“You can always hop on the handlebars if you prefer that. .” he offered, patting the metal bar in front of him.

“I’ll take the pegs,” after securing your backpack to prevent it from falling, you placed both of your hands on his shoulders before climbing onto the wheel attachments, “where are we heading?”

“How do you feel about milkshakes?”

“Love them.”

“Then, we’re headed for milkshakes.”

On the back of Jimin’s bike you felt like the world glimmered in stardust, guzzled with the purest beauty you had ever witnessed. There was something about the golden tones of the sunset painted over the land while the wind continued brushing so tenderly against your face. And in that moment, you realized just how divine life truly was.

“I was not aware you had such an affinity for chocolate,” Jimin chuckled lightly, eyeing the chocolate milkshake and nutella waffles laid out in front of you.

“I guess I have a bit of a sweet tooth.”

“A bit,” he laughed, “is putting it lightly.”

“Would it be categorized as an obsession in that case?”

“An obsession is the right label,” he took a bite from a single french fry.

Nightfall had finally fallen amongst the small town and while the sky was basking in utter blackness and twinkling of stars, you sat across from Jimin enamored by his mere presence.

The two of you decided on a booth by a large window—overlooking the lively atmosphere of the night life taking its course on college hill.

“Can I ask you something?” you played around with the straw sitting in your milkshake to ease the nervousness.

“Of course,” he sat up, russet eyes sternly casted on you, contributing further to your ecstatic nerves.

You cleared your throat, an attempt at trying to rid yourself of the lump residing in your throat, “Why did we ever stop talking?”

“I guess back then, I got in my own head,” he moved around in his seat continuously. Perhaps, scavenging for the right words, “after we began speaking on Hinge we never talked in school. Didn’t even spare each other a glance. After some time our conversations on the app also became scarce so I assumed you had found someone else.”

You shook your head quickly. Astounded that your lack of words had once pushed Jimin away, “There was never anyone else.”

“There was never anyone for me either,” his smile was tender, illuminating your night like the beams of moonlight, “but we were so much younger then. . and communication was not our strongest suit I suppose.”

“That’s definitely true.”

“The good thing about maturing is learning to communicate and I think we’ve both grown to overcome our limitations,” he offered, “and besides there’s always a chance for a fresh start.”

“Second chances are esteemed to vitality,” you chuckled, “and I think we owe each other at least one.”

“Yeah, I would say we’re due for one,” his lips stretched out into a wide grin, “although, can I apologize for the assumptions I made back then?”

The diner was still buzzing with conversations birthed from patrons who were still out enjoying the hours of the evening much like you and Jimin. With dimmed lights and the red leather covering the seats the set up was slightly romantic and you weren’t sure if he had brought you here on purpose (realistically this was the only milkshake spot near campus but you feed into your own delusions).

“In that case I’d have to apologize as well.”

“You know,” he fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, rotating the silver band against his honeyed skin, “I only walked up to your mothers tent for one reason.”

“What was the reason?”

“I wanted to be sure you still remembered me.”

“I could never forget you, Jimin.”

As time slowed you’d still felt it insufficient for the amount of hours you actually wanted to spend with Jimin. Talking each other’s ears off about anything that could be a topic of conversation. You just wanted to be embraced by his blanket of comforting words—the lusciousness of his voice. That is all you desired.

The real highlight of the night came when the two of you walked side by side under the starry night, though, his bike remained wedged between the two of you; while you were engaged in conversations, your hands met on the metal bars of his bicycle’ handle bars when you offered to help him push it.

Shocks of electrical currents waved through you as your palms met his hand. A feeling so addictive you wanted nothing more than to be consumed by it.

“Hey.” Taehyung leaned against the frame of your doorway, “how did your night end up?”

“Well even after you stranded me at the jewelry stand for the day, I still managed to salvage my night,” you threw one of plush cushions at him—clearly intending no damage but he caught it anyway.

Just like the numerous birds migrate during the autumn season; just as they did as soon as the leaves turned auburn, amber and mahony and you and Taehyung were eighteen year old high school graduates, the two of you left home for the city. Away from the soundtrack composed of the waves crashing against the golden shores; away from the ranch style homes and the peacefulness of the suburb style community. Realistically, an apartment downtown was more convenient for commuting college students than having to drive thirty minutes back and forth every single day.

“I’m sorry,” he laid down next to you on the bed, though his legs were still hanging off for the most part, “but that was my payback for what you pulled earlier. I still have dad blowing up my phone about my grades.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you began working random braids into his messy strands.

“Apology accepted,” he cleared his throat, “but on a more interesting note, Jungkook and I saw you and Jimin riding on his bike earlier tonight.”

“Oh yeah,” you tried to mask the excitement in your tone—keeping a steady monotone, “he came to talk to me while I worked the stand, then invited me out for milkshakes and to Jungkook’s birthday party.”

“Do I smell a crush to lovers trope finally taking its course here?” he sat up a bit still resting back on his elbows.

Your palms grew sweaty at the thought of seeing Jimin again at the end of the week, “I hope so. . I never thought he and I would speak again but here we are.”

“You know he’s never stopped talking about you once,” his boxy smile was synonymous to the warm embrace you wanted to cry out for at that very moment, “Jungkook told me.”

“Really?”

“Yes. That boy is always talking about you,” He got rid of his sweatshirt and laid back down on your bed, invading nearly all of your pillows. So laid back. As if he hadn’t just revealed that Jimin still likes you, “what are we watching tonight?”

You felt your body levitating right off the mattress but somehow your hand still managed to pass him the TV remote, “you pick something tonight.” Reaffirmations of Jimin’s unspoken sentiments tickled your stomach and stole your attention from whichever horror movie Taehyung decided on. Instead you were shaken with anticipation to see Jimin again, it’s all you could think about.

For the first time since moving into the city the drive back home felt different. Your timorous state attributed to your moistened palms, the incessant bouncing of your leg and the fact that you couldn’t maintain a single stature in the passenger seat.

“Hey,” Taehyung placed his hand on your shoulder while maintaining eye contact on the road, “are you doing okay over there?”

You nodded slowly, then remembered he couldn’t actually see you, “I’m fine.”

“You seem. . queasy,” he suggested.

“I’m not queasy,” you argued, “besides aren’t you a bit nervous about all this?”

“About having the house to ourselves and partying tomorrow?” You hummed but he replied: “No, I don’t. I’m actually a normal person.”

“It’s not about being normal, you asshole.”

“No, it’s about Jimin. Right?” The octave in his voice rose, likely to mimic yours. Kissing noises came from his side of the car as he puckered his lips in a taunting manner.

“It’s not. .” But it was. Your brain felt as it had been liquified and where excitement became puddled its remnants drew dangerously close to doubt. Causing you to overthink Jimin’s intentions behind his invitation. Did he just feel obligated to invite you after you sold him that necklace?

Taehyung pulled into your parents’ driveway taking the key out of the ignition, “come one, spit it out. What are you thinking about?”

“I just-” you sighed, “I just want things to go well this weekend.”

“Listen, it is just a party. OK?” He slouched back in the driver’s seat, “If you need to leave at any point we’ll bounce no questions asked.” You nodded, reaching for the door handle but he called your name drawing your attention back towards him.

“He likes you,” he reassured, likely to ease your nerves—he was your brother after all, and he knew exactly what you were anxious about, “but if tomorrow you happen to find out he is not the one for you, don't let your vibrance diminish. Jimin is amazing but only you can ignite your spark and maintain it alight. Not him.”

“Thank you, Taehyung,” it’s hard to pinpoint the exact day when your younger brother grew to be so wise. If there was one thing you were certain of though, it was that despite all the bickering you were glad Taehyung walked into your life. You didn’t know where you’d be without him, “Love you.”

“Love you, loser.”

The rest of the night came at a steady pace and was composed of pizza and yet another scary movie marathon you were left to finish on your own as Taehyung snored away beside you on the couch. You placed a pillow underneath his head and tucked him in with the blanket he brought down for the two of you. Suddenly, there was a light knock at the door, startling you entirely. Looking out the peephole you noticed Jungkook and Jimin standing on the other side of the door.

“Hey,” you opened and stood, allowing them to come in, “I didn’t know you guys were coming over.”

“I texted Tae,” Jungkook said walking towards the living room entrance disappearing into the room shortly after, “let me guess he’s already sleeping?”

“He’s an early bird. You already know.”

“Two nights ago,” Jimin began following behind you as you walked into the kitchen, “ I forgot to ask you a very important question.”

“There were more questions?” You asked jokingly, setting out two shot glasses and pouring some of the clear alcohol into both of them. You weren’t quite sure why your automatic response to having Jimin in your vicinity was to consume alcohol. Perhaps, it was your pregamed liquid courage in anticipation for the boost of confidence you were likely to need. The back of your throat was set ablaze under an earnest fire as a result of the vodka. Feeling like your body lost its touch with gravity and you were slowly ascending into space. Across from you, and after the second shot the two of you have chugged Jimin’s eyes crinkled up interpreting the delicate nature of his very endearing smile. But it didn’t stop there. Your drunken gaze examined him thoroughly while he succeeded in personifying the meaning of alluring in a just black t-shirt and sweats which he paired with messy dark strands still a bit damp, likely from a recent shower. Surely, a million songs could be written around Jimin easily.

“Yeah, I forgot the most important question actually,” he leaned back against the counter tops.

“What did you forget?”

“Your number. I never asked for it,” he said in a slight stutter. “Stupid I know, but once I made it home I realized I had no way of talking to you.”

“You could have had Jungkook ask Taehyung or something.”

“I thought about that but then I realized it’d be better if I was the one asking as opposed to having my younger brother ask yours,” he shrugged.

“Well,” you hopped on the counter taking a seat right by where he stood. Your shoulders rubbed against each other, “you can always ask now.”

“I don’t know. I feel like being an angsty teenager,” he giggled, “I like the feeling of the butterflies in my stomach when I think of you. And staying up late replaying every second of any instant we happen to cross paths.”

“I wasn’t aware you were such a hopeless romantic,” You kept your eyes glued to his magnetic gaze softened by a deep shade of brown. The same shade of behind by the sun’s kisses, exuding warmth, fondness and compassion drawing you in slowly.

“I’ve always been all about romance darling,” He turned his head towards you closing the little gap which once separated the two of you. Jimin’s aura was intoxicating like the drinks you had downed and you became hazed by the close proximity; growing even more tipsy off his fragrance of lavender with hints of vanilla.

“You’ve yet to sweep me off my feet,” that was a big fat lie. A mere fabrication in your attempt at teasing him just as he was.

“Gimme an hour and I guarantee you will be head over heels for me,” he murmured jokingly with a smile painted delicately on his features.

“Sixty minutes is simply too much,” you placed your palm to the nape of his neck, not really guiding him anywhere but still hoping he’d read it as a signal in your urgency to have him close that little gap that still existed between the two of you, “when it could only take a second for you to finally kiss me.”

Jimin froze as he processed the nature of your words. “Kiss me, Jimin,” you repeated, the bitter taste of the vodka remained tainting your tongue—pulling things out of you which you would never say out loud. Damn liquid courage.

Jimin placed both of his velvet palms to your cheeks leading you towards his lips at an agonizing pace. The closer the two of you became the more your stomach twisted in anticipation—honestly the knot in the pit of your stomach grew a bit painful but you found pleasure in the way his touch felt against your skin. It was even warmer than his gaze, sweeter than his words, you were drunk-dazed and his lips hadn’t even met yours yet.

“I’ve been dreaming about feeling your lips against mine for a long time. You know.” The pads of his thumbs brush against your chin sweetly as his pillowy lips left their phantom touch against yours. Your eyes were shut tightly but you could feel the way he placed soft kisses on the peaks of your mouth.

“Jimin. .” you whined practically begging him to give you what you craved for. “Please.”

“Darling, please say my name like that more often.”

Behind his alluring words there was little intent to supply your requests—he was not going to kiss you. Not because he didn’t want to but simply because he treasured the way you responded to him. He enjoyed the way your skin became covered in goosebumps at the utters of his words and the way your requests became insistancies to have him near. He was evil, a demon reincarnated and while you wanted to continue playing along you knew that the scenario would carry on for too long and your brothers’ still sat waiting for the two of you to join them in the next room.

You placed your hands on top of his before peeling them off your face softly before stumbling off the counter. You moved closer to his right cheek and gave him a tender peck before whispering, “I will. Maybe.”

“Wait!” He called out, mumbling a few curses the farther away you got from him. You chuckled lightly feeling victorious in game of teasing the two of you had initiated.

Taehyung and Jungkook sat side by side on the couch despite it being big enough to sit six comfortably. The two of them stared directly at you while you took a seat on the other end of the couch.

“What are you so smug about?” Taehyung asked, pausing the movie and redirecting their attention to you.

“I’m not.”

“Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook asked.

“Ho-How should I know he’s your brother?” the bit of alcohol in your system loosened up your tongue.

“I’m right here,” Jimin entered the living room hurriedly, taking a seat beside you. The lack of space between the two of you caused the temperature to rise allowing the room to grow unbearably hot, “sorry, I was in the bathroom.”

“Hm,” Taehyung hummed suspiciously.

“Could it really be a coincidence that the two of you came in from your little escape at the same exact time?” Jungkook added.

“Totally,” you nodded repeatedly, “it is absolutely a coincidence.”

“Definitely,” Jimin agreed, “now play the movie before the hours keep on rolling by.”

You were not trying to be difficult but parties were really not your scene. In the past, Taehyung would drag you along to these things as a plus one while he flourished in his extroverted nature. Usually you found yourself glued to the nearest corner, mounted to the wall like an old painting invisible to the wandering eye.

“Hey,” Jimin sat on the white kalicki chair beside you. Above the white sand and just inches away from the crashing of the cerulean waves the two of you became wrapped in each other’s presence. “Here, all I could find was a ginger ale. I hope you don’t mind.”

In the passing of time you realized social settings drained you rather quickly. There was just something so distasteful about having to buzz around initiating casual conversations which often led nowhere with people you’d probably never interact with again. You just hoped Jimin hadn’t gotten the wrong impression when he found you making a break for a clear escape.

“I’m sorry I kind of left you back there,” you swiped your finger around the metal rim of the can, “it just gets overwhelming sometimes.”

“I get it,” he took a sip of his drink, “party’s aren’t usually your thing” He didn’t wait for your response before adding, “I’ve noticed.”

“You’ve noticed?” You turned to your side on the chair now facing him as he nodded, smirking all while averting eye contact.

“I have.” He began, “you’re laid back—quiet. Not like one of those girls who try too hard to be mysterious, you just are. You’re very observant and you drink people’s every move. Oh, and you tend to keep to yourself a lot.”

“You make me sound so bland.”

“From my perspective, it just makes me want to get to know you even more,” he corrected himself, “-even more than the last time,” back then your heart beat so hard for Jimin and today it still thumped at your chest even harder, “I just can’t seem to figure out one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Well parties aren’t your thing right?”

You nodded, “right.”

“And you just accepted my invitation?”

“I almost didn’t,” you confessed, “but. .”

“But. .” he repeated almost in the form of a question. Your stomach began to churn as a result of your nervousness and you could feel the burning sensation of the regurgitation burning the back of your throat. Although, you desperately scavenged for the right words and sentence structure, all of it just launched itself out of your system. Suddenly, you were left in the chair across from Jimin looking nothing short of a jest.

His patience was reassuring but you knew you were being selfish, “because having you stand across from me for the past two springs at the market festival without having the wit to be able to speak to you killed me agonizingly slowly.”

“Jimin. .” you muttered.

“But I lost every once of my sanity this past weekend. I saw you and. .” he paused almost in a halt like he was taking himself back to relive that very day, “You can call it over confidence but my basis for going up to you was that I’d caught you staring at me from the jewelry stand.”

Suddenly, the heat became scorching even for the early-ish spring season. Although the sun wasn’t as punishing as it would be in a couple of months you could feel its rays burning up your skin.

“Please tell me that I didn’t just imagine all of it.”

“I know we were kind of tipsy but I was practically throwing myself at you last night, Jimin. Of course, I like you.”

Jungkook’s party turned to an event of the past the minute Jimin interlaced his fingers with yours. He led you through the Millennia property, Jungkook’s extravagant black and gold decor and up the stairs to his room, realistically you couldn’t even attest to the maneuvering of your own two feet. Feeling entirely stupefied by the sensation of his velvet palms in yours.

The clicking sound of the door shutting was your wake-up call and finally you were aware of the predicament you’d walked into.

You and Jimin were entirely alone in his room unbeknownst to how you managed to travel through the four digit acres making up the estate plus the scattered party goers and the beds of the multi-colored Floribunda Roses that were now in season.

“Go on enlighten me,” he took a seat on the gaming chair across the room while you remained at your awkward stature by the door, “you enjoy looking at my face?”

“I never put it like that.”

He shrugged, slouching down in his seat. His wide spread legs were aimed in your direction, “it’s how I heard it.”

“It doesn’t matter now,” you crossed your arms on your chest, “I’ve decided to stop feeding your ego.”

“That’s OK.” He whispered, “I have your confession ingrained into my head. Looping over and over and over again.”

You shook your head still maintaining a safe distance between the two of you, “Don’t.”

“What? Can I not replay your love-tuned words? The shadows of your lips still lurking on mine?”

“Just—”you fidgeted with the silver band on your thumb. Twisting it softly as a distraction from Jimin’s words.

“You do that a lot, you know.”

“What?”

“You always say or do something so endearing and so grand,” Jimin sighed, “And then you—you just hold back. What are you so afraid of?”

“There are many things to fear.”

“I like you and you like me. . There is nothing to be apprehensive about.”

“You like me?” you asked almost stunned although in the back of your mind you were sort of certain of his intentions.

“I have never masked my feelings for you.”

“You have certainly not been entirely transparent,” you huffed, “this is the first time you actually spell it out for me.”

“I like you. .” he stammered, standing up from his seat on the chair and walking towards you, “I like you. I fucking like you so much. Do you want me to actually spell it out?”

His hands found their nook on your waist and he began guiding you backwards until your back met the frigid. Even though your eyes were closed you could sense the desperation in his touch as his caresses moved to explore every inch of your neck and face.

“I-L-I-K-E-Y-O-U,” he spelled out, holding your hand up against his chest. “Come here. Feel how fast my heart beats just having you so near.”

“Jimin,” you breathed out, “Jimin.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. You nodded.

Finally, the long anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach ceased and your lips were cushioned in the embrace of his sweet kisses. And in that moment the world ceased to exist, all that paraded around in your head were thoughts of Jimin and Jimin only.

In your perception of time the kiss was short lived but quickly the two of you became engulfed in the gloomy waves of his bed and as you swam around you began drowning in his aroma left behind tainting his sheets.

“Jimin, I want you.” A burning desire trickled on every inch of your skin; the only thing to cease the aching feeling was his soothing touch. “Please.”

“Are you sure? There’s a party just outside—”

“I’m sure,” you interrupted.

Even though you were lulled in the softness of his lips on your neck you could still feel the way his right hand dipped under the neckline of your dress, meeting your breast once and for all. He caressed it softly, slightly pinching your nipple every once in a while.

It remained in that course for a while until you finally grew exasperated by his laggard pace.

“Can I?” you asked, pointing at his hand. After his reassuring nod you began guiding his hand down the valley of your breasts and over the route of your stomach leading him right to the hemline of your panties.

“I just want to. .” he looked between your face and where his hand rested, “want to make sure that this is what you actually want.”

“I led you where I need you, Jimin. I want this, believe me,” you left a soft peck on his rose lips.

“Don’t be afraid to speak up with me. Ok?”

You chanted a string of slurred ok’s before Jimin dipped his hand under the cotton material of your underwear. Immediately, his digits began tracing long strides between your lips, spreading the pool of slickness building up at your entrance, “tell me what you like.”

You hummed, unable to form coherent words, divulged in the feeling of his quickening strokes on your clit, “Tell me.”

“Just. .” you breathed out, “just don’t stop.”

“Is this as far as you wanna go today darling?” he asked, “because I could cum just watching you crumble at the mercy of my fingers.”

“All.” You moaned, “I want—want it all.”

His fingers were laced with spells of pleasure, Jimin was ready to cast them all upon you without as much as a second thought and you loved every second of it. Especially, when you felt him push past your entrance slowly, pumping those blessed fingers of his in and out of you.

Looking down you saw the floral pattern of your dress hiked up above your belly button and his hand moving forward and backward in-between your legs. Though, you couldn’t visually see his fingers disappear inside if you, you could feel the way your walls clenched around his slender fingers.

“Oh my God. . Jimin,” you couldn’t help but shout through the waves of pleasure taking their course all throughout your body.

He quickly hushed you, “I need you to keep it down. Yeah?” You nodded. It was the only response your body could muster up as he continued. Jimin’s uneven breathing and your suppressed moans bounced off the eggshell walls. A medley which serenaded your ears in the best way.

“I’m so close, Jimin.”

“Let go, darling,” he continued, “cum for me.”

His pleads of encouragement had you squirming under his touch. Entirely consumed in the feeling traveling through your body when you finally let go. And just as before there you were standing amongst the endless field of lilac lavenders swaying in the direction of the wind. If this is what dreams were made of, you never wanted to waste another second awake.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Jimin plopped down beside you.

“You still seem to be in need of some extra attention,” you looked down at the perfectly structured pyramid composed of his jeans.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Jimin,” your voice was barely above a whisper, “fuck me.”

Words were scarce in the presence of passion and desire and you’d admit there wasn’t an outcome in the events of the day where your body wasn’t calling out for Jimin desperately.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.”

Though your experience pertaining to sexual endeavors was scarce, you had to admit sex was a beautiful thing although your perception of the act could have certainly been biased towards the man whom you currently laid under.

There was something addicting in the way his toned arms cemented you in the center of his bed, sweat beads adorning his temples, his sculpted figure hovered over you as he worked to mold your insides with his cock.

“Don’t—stop—please,” you puffed in between each word.

His grunts echoed through the room. Jimin’s concern for the party going on just outside the door was no longer a priority. All you managed was jumbled gibberish while he continued sinking deep in your insides and slowly pulling back out.

A perfect addition to all of the combinations which existed in the world. Your pussy and Jimin’s cock.

So fucking perfect.

“Fuck!” you balled a hand of his sheets in your fists.

His mission to find your push to insanity has been accomplished and his head repeated its attack on your g-spot until once again your moans were too loud to suppress and until your voice became hoarse as a result.

“You’ve been so good, darling,” he fell on top of you, visibly exhausted—the two of you were half clothed and obviously too tired to do much of anything. Jimin’s head rested on your chest and while you played with his dark hair, he drew mindless shapes onto your bicep, “can I officially call you my girlfriend after tonight?”

“I’ll be yours if you promise to be mine.”

“Always.”

“Always,” you grinned.

AN: this is semi-ok ?? i don’t even know but let me know what you think. also don’t you just love the spring time?

reblogs, likes, comments, replies are always appreciated 🫶🏽

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hongjoongscafe · 1 year ago

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can you do more ceo jeon and jimin giving what their baby wants ( w/ some squirting ehek )

I went overboard😀 Thank you for requesting, anon💓

Not done yet (it’s the title)

Bitch hours

Pairing: JungkookxreaderxJimin

Warning: spanking, pussy spanking, unprotected sex (not recommended irl if you don't want kids or STDs), name-calling (slut, whore), daddy kink at its highest.

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“Look at you, baby,” Jungkook rasped. “So wet for daddies.”

You moaned as he rubbed his fingers on your dripping cunt. You were laying naked on top of the conference table, leg pushed back to your chest.

“Our little kitten is so fucking naughty,” Jimin said as he pumped his thick cock, watching Jungkook play with your pussy. “Couldn't even wait until we came back home. Luckily our meeting was over, sweet pea… or else everyone would have seen us fuck our baby girl.”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please, fuck me!”

“Tsk, look at you so desperate for our cocks,” Jungkook slapped your pussy that made your body jerk. “This little cunt is so fucking dumb. Just want a cock to fill it up.”

“Only daddies’ cocks,” your hips moved up to feel more of Jungkook’s palm.

Jimin smirked and moved closer. “Our baby just wants to get spoiled by daddies, Hm..” he hummed and captured your lips between his. He feverishly kissed her, tongues tangling together. He groped your tit and rolled your sensitive nipple between his fingers.

Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer. He lowered his pants and pumped his lock and thick cock. “Take me, baby. Take me like a good whore you are,” he said as he aligned himself. He rubbed his thumb on your clit to ease the pain as he slipped his big cock in until he was fully in. “Oh, fuck, baby!” He moaned.

“So big daddy!” You cried. Jimin chuckled against your lips and kissed you to help you. He moved down to your neck and sucked your sweet spot.

Jungkook slowly moved and picked up his pace. He held your hips and spanked your ass making you moan loudly. “Such a fucking slut!” He groaned and fucked his cock harder into you. “Look at your cunt dripping down wetting my balls,” he slapped your clit.

“Fuckkkkk!” you screamed as you came on his cock without any warning, squirting your juices on his cock. “Oh my God!”

“You are making such a mess, baby,” Jimin hummed and watched your cunt squirting as he slammed harder into you.

His abs flexed with every movement and a thin layer of sweat was covering his skin, making him look like a sex god. His face twisted in pleasure, mouth fell open. His white open shirt was sticking to his skin. You could imagine how he looked from behind.

“I'm so close, baby,” Jungkook grunted. “Take it!” with a couple of more thrusts, he came inside your cunt. Your back arched as he pulled another orgasm from you.

Jungkook pulled out his cock and saw his cum leaking out of your cum. Jimin bit his lower lip and rubbed his cock over your pussy, and pushed in. He moaned, feeling your pulsing cunt, wet with your and Jungkook's warm cum. “This is so good,” he hissed. “Gonna make you cum for me, too.”

Now, Jungkook took Jimin’s place and kissed you. He bit your lower lip and pushed his tongue down your throat. You grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

“We fuck you almost every day and yet your cunt is so fucking tight,” Jimin groaned and fastened his pace. C’mon, baby, squirt for Daddy,” he said as he pinched and pulled your clit.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream and your toes curled as you squirted all over him. He rubbed your clit vigorously, making you squirt like a broken faucet.

“Daddy! Gonna cum!” you screamed and trusted your hips higher to match his pace.

“Cum for us, baby,” Jimin grunted. “Cum as I fuck you on my cock.”

A loud moan echoed as you climaxed along with Jimin. Jungkook caressed your head and littered your face with pecks and Jimin pulled out and rubbed his palm, making your cunt messier.

“You ruined our clothes, baby,” Jimin whispered near your ear as he slowly bit it.

“Hmm, and don't think we are done just yet… Baby,” Jungkook hummed as he wrapped your hand around his rock-hard cock.

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maiapeay02 · 1 month ago

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The Seal of Destiny- Seokjin (Part 1)

The day Soekjin was born, it was warm and sunny. The neighborhood glowed in the golden hue of the sun. The head of the sun did not burn the skin, instead was like a warm tickle on the skin. The light wind eased any uncomfort caused by the heat.

Seokjin was found in a basket, with a birthmark on his chest which was very similar to the broken seal that was lying. His mother picked him up gently, watched him for a few moments and held him close to her chest and cried hard.

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Seokjin always knew that he had a bigger purpose in his life, which lay beyond his little village. Though he had not ventured very far from the village other than a few neighboring ones. He was fourteen, when he started to earn. A kind sword-maker in the village took a liking to him and offered him apprenticeship. He was already helping his family with chores around the house, tending the garden and managing their little Herb Shop, but when you have six younger brothers and aging grandparents, any help to their kind and gentle mother would not be enough.

Seokjin was popular and well-liked in the village as well as the neighboring villages, not because he was handsome, though it definitely was one of the biggest reasons that got him noticed, not only by women, but also by men irrespective of age. He was polite, held conversation in a manner that the person will always feel heard. Most importantly, Seokjin was kind like his mother. All these qualities made a well-sought bachelor as he grew into a young man.

What most people didn't know was that Seokjin was smart. He had an eye for details, however minute it would be. He was perspective. He always knew when people were playing him or anyone else. He knew when a trader was cheating and selling his goods at a higher price. He knew when some traveler tried to sell his grandparents some bad quality herbs. He was also a good swordsman. Though not receiving any formal training, he and his younger brothers were somehow naturally skilled with activities related to warfare. He would at times go out in the woods with his younger brothers- Yoongi and Hoseok and would get rid of the bandits that would time and again cause trouble to the villagers and the travelers. This was a secret from everyone, including his mother and grandparents.

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Seokjin was in the woods, coming back from a neighboring village, taking a break so that his horse could rest and eat. The sun was right above his head. He had estimated that he would reach home by evening and could join his family for dinner. While eating the fruit that he had packed as a snack, he heard a loud bang. It was coming from behind, from the path he had already crossed. He was sure it was a bandit attack. He had two options- he could either pack his things up and continue his journey and ignore whatever is happening, or he could go back and help. After much deliberation, he picked his sword up and walked toward the sound of attack.

From far behind the tree, he found a small troop, around ten soldiers, surrounded equally by the bandits. It looked like the soldiers were carrying some supplies and this must have brought them to the bandits' target. He waited for a few moments, analyzing the scene in front of him. Then he attacked. The bandits were in a surprise, which became helpful to take them down faster with the help of the soldiers. In the end Seokjin and the soldiers won. Other than some injuries, the soldiers were fine. They had managed to hold two bandits captives. Introductions were made and Seokjin offered to ride with them to his village as it would be the closest and they can rest and heal for the time being. The soldiers accepted his offer.

They reached the village late at night. Seokjin took them to the local inn, where arrangements were made for the soldiers to live and a boy was sent to call upon the village healer, who could treat the injured. Once everything was settled, Seokjin took leave after informing the captain. When he reached home, he saw light in his home. Walking in he saw Yoongi sitting by the fire with empty jars and herb baskets. He was stocking up for their store. When he saw Seokjin, he stood up and walked over to give a hug.

“You were late. Everyone was worried.”

“I know. There was an attack in the woods on some soldiers. Brought them here. They are at the village inn.”

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked.

Seokjin patted his brother on his cheeks softly. Yoongi was not the one who would open himself up to anyone, however close they may be, but Seokjin has seen his soul. He knew all his brothers better than anyone. Which is why he was sure that Yoongi was not pleased that he stuck around in the forest to help anyone, even the soldiers.

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Next morning, after completing all his morning chores at home, along with receiving an earful from his mother, for getting into a fight in the forest, Seokjin decided that he will visit the soldiers before going to work. Carrying some herbal leaves that will help for quicker healing, he walked towards the inn. He found some of the soldiers eating breakfast, the captain was sitting among them. He walked towards them and shook hands, asking about their health, how they were feeling, if they required anything else.

“It was comfortable.” The captain had replied. “A luxury compared to what we are used to.”

“I am glad that it was comfortable for all of you.” Seokjin replied.

They made some small talk for a while, when the captain asked him-

“What do you think about joining the army, Seokjin? You are a fine fighter, and we may benefit from your skills at the capital.”

This question surprised Seokjin. Going to Capital, means going to the heart of the kingdom of the murder that killed his father. All his life, he had thought how he would avenge the death of his father and the injustice that his mother faced, but all the time, he swallowed the idea. But it seems like fate is giving him an opportunity, a chance to soothe his revenge.

“I have really not thought about it.” Seokjin replied to the waiting captain.

“Think about it. You seem like a guy who could do great things at the Capital.” The captain told him before leaving the table to get a refill of food, patting him on the shoulders.

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trex98dreams · 2 years ago

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Red

Member: Park Jimin Genre: Fairytale Smut / Yandere💋 Based On: The Little Red Riding Hood

It started when your mom wants you to send a basket full of cake to your nanna.

Your nanna, who lives in the middle of the fucking forest.

God knows why she stay there all alone rather that moving with you and your family to the small village.

You hated going there alone. It's creepy, quiet and scary in the forest.

Usually your sisters will go with you.

But both of them were too 'occupied' with the ball the motherfucking ugly Prince is holding tonight at his castle.

You weren't interested in him. He's an asshole that took taxes from the poor villagers.

So rather than being dragged there by them, you choose to go send the cakes to your nanna.

Safest choice, you think.

"I'm off mom!"

Your mom smile at you. "Be careful. It's a full moon tonight."

You didn't know what she meant by that. You took your red cloak that was sewn by your nanna.

"Protection from evil thoughts," she once said. So you wear it, although you don't really believe in superstition.

You started your journey to her cottage. It only took a 30 minute walk but the moon is so beautiful and mysterious tonight.

You just had to stop and admire it.

"Hello beautiful."

You turn around. The voice were deep and a little.. sexy?

A black wolf came out from behind one of the trees.

Surprisingly, it didn't frighten you.

"Hello there Mr. Wolf."

The wolf went to sit beside you.

"Why, what is there in that basket? It smells delicious," the wolf ask, his nose burying into it.

You smile and cautiously pet his furry head. "Just some cake for my nanna. Here, have some."

The wolf stare at you for a long time.

"You're not scared of me? What if its not enough for your nanna?"

You giggle. "It's enough. Nanna's an old crow anyway. She didn't eat much and rather than throwing it away, you should have it. Take it, fresh from my mom's stove. You must be hungry."

The wolf grins at you and took the cake from your delicate hands.

"You are very kind. I have never met a human like you before. All they do is throw their axe or rocks at me."

You feel sorry for him.

Wolf are hated by your villagers. You heard that they destroy cattle and pig farms, even harming humans just because they're hungry.

But this one's different.

"I'm sorry they did that to you. They're just scared. They don't know what a majestic creature you are Mr. Wolf."

The wolf stare at you again. Something made his heart palpitated. You sense his pupil turn bigger like it would blow up.

"Mr. Wolf? You okay? I have to get going now. I've been stray away from my original path for far too long."

The wolf nods slowly.

"Where does your nanna lives? I could walk you there if you like."

You face turns upset.

"It's okay, thanks for the offer. Nanna hates wolf the most. She almost killed one for trying to steal her turkey. I don't want her to do that to you. Goodbye Mr. Wolf. See ya," you said, and went on your way.

The wolf stare at you until you disappear.

Then he begin to ran to your nanna's place.

As you arrive 15 minutes later, you knock on the door.

"Nanna it's me!"

No answer.

You tried a 2nd time, but still no answer.

On the 3rd knock, you gently push the door open. It was unlock.

Nanna never leaves her door unlock.

You went in. Everything seems messy. The pot of porridge was still warm and you closes the door behind you.

You went to her bedroom and tip toed, afraid she might be asleep.

"Nanna?"

She was reading a newspaper, her whole face covered with it.

"Sorry I was late Nanna.. I urm.. took a detour!" You told her, lying about meeting the wolf.

She cough heavily. She sounded strange to you, so you went near her bed.

"Nanna.. what beautiful fingers you have.." you admit as you saw her old worn fingers was no longer the same.

"To gently touch you my dear.." she answer with a strange tone.

You went closer.

"Nanna.. what pretty black hair you have.." you add as it was no longer the white one you always saw.

"So you can tangle your fingers in it my dear.." she said without removing the newspaper from her face.

You were now only inches away from her.

Too late.

"You're.. you're not my nanna!"

It was a man. A beautiful, naked young man covering himself with your nanna's comforter. He was also wearing nanna’s glasses.

You were scared. Not only he was a stranger, he was naked from head to toe.

Fuck, you could see everything.

Including his massive, protruding dick.

You threw the basket at him and ran for your life.

But he was faster.

"Let me go! Who are you?! Where's my nanna?!" You shout, scared for your life.

The young man hugs your body tightly.

You can feel his erection rubbing on your red cloak.

"Hey, hey don't be scared.. it's me.. gosh.. all this time, I've finally found you.. my mate," he whisper as he try to kiss one side of your cheek.

You avoid him and struggle to get away but his grip was so strong.

"I don't know you! Where's my nanna? Tell me!"

"Your nanna's safe. She passed out for a while after I put some sleeping mushroom in her porridge. That would buy us some time."

You didn't understand what he's talking about.

"Time? Time for what? Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone about this."

The man giggle.

"It's me baby. You don't recognize me? We just met not more than an hour ago."

You realize who he was now. The sound of his voice, the blueberry cake flavor you felt on his breath.

It was the wolf.

"Mr. Wolf?"

"Bingo. What a smart girl. You're qualified to be my mate."

You bit his hand but he didn't let go.

"Please Mr. Wolf! I- I don't want to be your mate, I don't know you! Let me go please, you can have all the food you want, just please let me and my nanna go!"

He nuzzle his nose on your neck.

"It's not food that I want baby.. it's you. God you smell so fucking good.."

You can feel his hand roam around your breast. He squeeze the left one with his right hand and begin to hump you from behind.

To be honest, you felt weird.

Good weird.

There was a pool of swirling needs inside you.

"Please.. ah.. Mr. Wolf.. I-"

"Park Jimin.

You were caught off guard.

"My name baby. It's Jimin. And you better remember it, cause you'll be screaming it all night."

As soon as he finish, Jimin aka Mr. Wolf pull the strings to your cloak and threw it onto your nanna's bed.

"Protection from evil? Haha. The only thing it does is make you look sexier baby. I fucking love red."

He then rip off your skirts and corsets, leaving you naked as well.

"Beautiful tits, puffy little pussy, ripe for bearing our litter.." he said, sniffing your pussy that makes you ticklish.

You try to run but Jimin threw you on the bed, smacking your ass.

You were lying on top of your red cloak.

"Please.. Jimin.. I- I'm scared.. don't do this.. don't eat me.."

Jimin laugh.

"I'll definitely eat you baby. But not in that way. A way that'll make you feel pleasurable. Now open your leg wide."

You refuse to do as he said but Jimin become impatient and forcefully spread your legs wide. He pulls your ankle close towards him and went on his knees.

You realize what he was doing.

"No! Stop it! No! I- ah.. ah..! Fuck.."

Jimin begin to make out with your pussy. He lick the lips with the edge of his tongue, staring at you with a smirk.

"Stop it.. no.. ah.. that doesn't.. feel good.. at all.."

"Really? You’re lying."

Jimin begin to nip and suck on your pussy, nose buried on your pubic hair. He was enjoying every second of eating you out, hand gripping on the back of your knees.

You arch your back, toes curling at his warm tongue, drinking your love juice.

You sweat a lot, and when you can't handle it anymore, you grip his hair with your fingers.

"Don't fucking stop.. fuck.. it feels so amazing.." you moan, giving into him.

Jimin became more wild at your obedience.

He watch as your face shows an expression full of pleasure and erotic sensation.

"So..mmm.. beautiful.. so.. delicious.. mmm" he stops between each suck.

"Jimin! I'm.. fuck! Ah!"

You squirt on his face. He loves it. He loves how you make a mess.

It wasn't enough for him. He was not over the foreplay yet. He wants you to get really, really wet for his cock.

Jimin insert his middle finger in your pussy.

"What.?? Ah stop! Jimin! I can't take it anymore!"

He laugh mischievously and thrust his finger in and out of your pussy. He slaps your cunt and occasionally kiss it.

You squirt again. In a heavy amount.

You were so exhausted.

"Jimin.. please.. I'm so tired.. what do you.."

"It's not over until I had my cum overflowing your pussy baby."

He hover above you and kiss your neck. He kisses all of you, your cheeks, your lips, your neck, your tits.

He put your hands on his neck.

"Hug me when you're about to cum."

Although he was in heat, he gently put his cock in your pussy and saw how you grunt in pain.

"First time baby?"

You look away shyly, nodding.

"Good. I'll be your forever and last mate."

He begin thrusting at a slow pace, your legs wrap around his torso.

Jimin grunts and growl in your ear, and you love it. You absolutely fell in love with this beast.

"Jimin.. go faster.. go faster.."

He went ballistic.

His balls slaps against your cunt, skin to skin sound all across your nanna's bedroom.

It was so hot and dirty.

His cock was big.. but not that you can't take it.

"You're so beautiful.. my luna.. my mate.." he whisper in your ear as he hips move at an irregular pace.

You felt him deep inside you, you almost faint.

"Stay up baby, I can't take my cock out if you pass out. Werewolf's cock stays inside a pussy locking it until the female cum."

It was an information.

But it was so hot. Plus his sexy voice.

Not a moment ago you were scared of him.

But now, all you want was for him to cum and fill your pussy to the brim.

He smells like wood and trees fresh from the rain.

"Make me cum Jimin, make me pregnant.. ooh.. fuck.. that's it.. I don't care anymore.. let me have your pups.."

Jimin hugs you and suck on your tits. He circle his tongue around your tits and suck it to his heart's content.

You held onto his body and clawed on his ass. He had fine firm ass.

"I'm cumming my luna.. cum with me.. ooh shit.. shit..!"

You feel his cock expands in your wall and that also made you cum.

When his cock feels your cum, he softens but didn't pull out of you yet.

He lay on top of you, hearing your heartbeat.

"I can't believe my mate's a human."

You stare into the ceiling, surprised at his word.

"Don't be scared, I'll take care of you like a queen. Now, you're officially the luna of the blue moon pack."

You blink your eyes as he held his head up and kiss your lips gently.

Jimin stand up, turning to his wolf form.

Before running into the night, the last thing you saw, was the cum covered red cloak on the bed.

You smile and ride on Jimin's back to start your own new pack.

#jimin #park jimin #jimin smut #jimin werewolf au #bts jimin smut #bangtan boys #bts kpop #jimin yandere smut #jimin wolf smut

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pars-ley · 2 years ago

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Make it move

Pairing: Idol Jimin x female reader

Summary: Being the girlfriend of an idol definitely had its perks, but witnessing the choreography for their new song first hand was a big one.

Genres: Idol au / established relationship / smut / fluff / drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: adorable Jimin, like too cute for words / run bts jimin / steamy elevator scene / clitoral stimulation / heavy kissing / a little grinding / talks of a strip tease /

W/c: 1.7k

Beta: @pjmparadise thank you!

Banner: @jinsquishes it’s perfect thank you!

Notes: I started this after the Run BTS choreography video came out and I was inspired. Possibly, I might be thinking of making a part two inspired by Jimin’s iconic ‘filter’ performance, if you would like me to, let me know in the comments.

Jimin led you by the hand to the studio, his fingers entwined with yours pulling you along excitedly and leaving you jogging to keep up with him.

The dance studio was full of people, dancers, and staff; your name being called loudly in chorus drew your attention. As the guys all ran over, you were encased in six warm hugs and relished their loving grip. It had been too long since you’d seen them all together.

"Yoongi, your hair!" You reach up and touch the ends, shocked by the length and the way he wore it; the half-up, half-down hairstyle really suits him.

"You like it?" He asks, with that cute gummy smile and slight pink to his cheeks.

"I love it! You look very handsome, more so than usual." You wink playfully, sensing Jimin's eyes on you as the words leave your mouth.

"Ah," he wines at your side. "Don't tell him that."

You laugh, cupping his face. "Don't worry. No one compares to you." Leaning in and kissing him on the corner of his lips and enjoying the sight of his cheeks flushing, and he can't contain the immense grin spread across his face.

Taehyung’s arms are around your waist, interrupting the moment and sweeping you up in the air, and spinning you in a circle. You can’t help the giggle that escapes. "Where have you been?" He asked, setting you back down.

"I know it's been too long; working and studying have been kicking my ass." His hands find yours, and you squeeze them.

"You know what they say, all work and no play…" he twirls you around fast before giving you another tight hug.

"And that's exactly why I'm here."

"Well, in that case, let's get you a front-row seat to the show." He calls out.

"Hey Tae, can I have this jacket when you're done with it?" You play with the fringe design on the black leather.

Beaming at you, he replies. "How can I say no to Jimin's girl?"

"I'm just kidding!" You give him a playful nudge with your elbow.

There was a shout to get into positions, and the boys run off waving to you.

"Come, sit down." Jimin leads you to a chair at the front and centre of their grouping, kissing you on the cheek before running off to take his position with the rest of the guys. Your hands wring nervously in your lap at the idea of watching this new routine; you knew you'd love it, that was a given, but nevertheless, your stomach turns with anticipation.

With everyone in position, the music starts.

You recognise the song immediately, your favourite out of the new ones they did for their last album, Run BTS. Leaning forward on the edge of your seat a little more, anticipating the routine with your fingers clinging to the edge of your seat.

The complex choreography and the teaming of the backup dancers were definitely impressive, it looked like one of the more complicated dance routines they had done.

When Jimin comes into your view, dancing with Jungkook, of course, you can't keep your eyes off him; not only was the way he moved through the steps mesmerising, but also his choice of top. Every so often, his grey crop jumper would ride up enough for you to have a glimpse of his abs. The sight was enough to have you squeeze your legs together to ease the throbbing between your thighs. With every jump in the routine, the jumper would lift, teasing you to what was underneath, to what you currently couldn’t run your hands along.

When the music stops, your body still vibrates wildly from the thrum of your pounding heart.

Jimin came running over to you, eyes bright with excitement and breathing hard, but he managed to gasp out, "So, what did you think?" Leaning down toward you with his hands on his knees.

You bite your lower lip, wondering how to answer when all you can think of is peeling that sweaty jumper off him, clinging to him like you longed to.

"Didn't you like it?" A frown marring his beautiful face upsets you, not realising how long you're taking to answer.

"Are you kidding? I loved it. It's perfect." You shift in your seat to try and ease the painful ache between your legs. "You are perfect."

He seems to search your eyes, confusion wrinkling his brow. "What's on your mind?"

You sit on the edge of your seat, legs crossed tightly and hands squeezed tightly together. "You."

You watch as understanding falls across his soft features and heat sparks in his eyes.

"Take me somewhere?" Your voice, husky and thick with desire made it sound like a question, it was anything but. The urgency you feel must have transcended into your voice because he takes your hand and pulls you hastily out of the room.

You didn't even glance at the boys or wave goodbye, your only focus is Jimin.

Your skin is hot and tingling at the prospect of being touched by him, and the sensation is almost suffocating, leaving you unable to think about anything else as Jimin drags you hastily down the hall to the elevator. He smashes the button repeatedly until the doors ding open.

Once inside, he was on you; full, delicious lips on yours, the slight taste of sweat as you explored his mouth with your tongue. Your lips glide together like silk, and when you gently suck his bottom lip into your mouth, he groans against you, the sound arousing you further. His hands were on your face and sliding down your body, fingers running through your hair, they were everywhere all at once, urgent and desperate, and yet, it still wasn’t enough. Your hands went up under his jumper, instantly slick with his sweat as they travelled along his hard abs and chest, gliding around to his strong back, causing fresh arousal to pool in your underwear.

He backs you against the mirrored wall as you feel his hands slide down the backs of your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before abruptly pulling them out from under you and lifting you off the ground. You tighten your legs around his waist as his fingers explore along the underneath of your thighs, travelling up below your skirt. You almost jolt when you feel his feather light touch reach the edge of your panties, fingertips skating across the arousal seeping through the thin material.

“Oh baby,” he gasps with surprise against your mouth. “Tell me what you need.”

His lips travel down your neck, the throbbing between your legs becoming unbearable.

“I need you inside me.”

He smirks, gorgeous lips twisting sexily in a lopsided smile, knowing his power and fully ready to use it. “Should I tease you?” he wasn’t asking; he had already made up his mind.

“Please, Jimin. I don’t think I can take it.” You writhe against him, unable to stop yourself, the desperation obvious.

“Hmmm,” he thrusts up against you, his erection concealed by his jeans, hitting you in the place you were quivering with need. A loud moan escapes your lips, his name falling out too somewhere. The prickle of sweat forming at the back of your neck, feeling too hot and aware of too many layers against your skin, now yearning to be free. His fingertips skate over the slick material covering your overly sensitive bud, and your stomach tightens. You were already so close, so eager to feel the ecstasy take over your body. You rotate your hips against his fingers as he traces gentle but fast circles against your clit.

“Baby, you are so needy tonight. Is this what watching me dance does to you, hm?” He whispers against your neck.

You nod, barely registering his words as you feel the tightness growing, ready to snap.

Chasing the high, the most sinful sounds leave you, singing loudly and personally serenading Jimin.

"Yes, don't stop. Don't stop." You gasp out as your body finally gives out, legs tightening around him as pleasure hits you, rendering you blind with white light as wave after wave of bliss rides through you. He kisses you gently while you unravel, your core pulsing hard around nothing.

Your thumping heart begins to return to normal as some semblance of relief and satisfaction hits, albeit very briefly, but it sates you enough to think straight again.

“That’s got to be a record for you, no?” He asks you, that smug look returning.

Laughing and shaking your head as he releases your legs and places your feet back on the ground. “Clearly, I really like watching you dance.”

Excitement glitters darkly in his eyes as he adjusts his erection, tucking it into the waistband of his jeans. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

He takes your hand and entwines his fingers with yours again, kissing the back of your hand and tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ears as he strokes your cheeks with the back of his fingertips. Before coming in close and placing a tender kiss against your lips.

“Maybe I’ll give you a private dance when we get back home.” He winks at you playfully, but he’s planted the seed. All you could envision was him giving you the most sensual performance you could possibly imagine, just for your eyes, and fresh arousal seeps into your underwear. Squeezing your legs together to try and get some relief from your already throbbing sex. Jimin raises an eyebrow at your lip-biting and cheeks heating with a dusting of pink.

“I have a request.” you say thoughtfully.

“Anything.” His eyes scream desperation, almost as much as yours do.

“Wear your ‘FIlter’ suit?” you bite your lip, suddenly shy to ask for something you’ve wanted for quite some time.

His devastatingly handsome smirk answers your request as does the glint of darkness flashing across his eyes. “The red or purple?”

Oh god, how could you decide, you didn’t care, just the thought of him in either suit was enough to make you groan out loud.

He laughs, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you and you already knew he would not end your suffering anytime soon. Your heart pounds so hard you can hear it echo in your ears; all you can do is try to keep up as your stomach flips with anticipation. The look of desperation mirrors in his eyes as he pulls you from the elevator as soon as the doors open and whisks you out, pulling you with the promise of everything you need and more than you could have wished for.

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bangtangalicious · 1 year ago

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nexus (m) part 4

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 8.8k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst

taglist: @raynom @gimmythatjib00ty @yoshiure @greezenini @victoryscreech61 @tbzhubrecs @namjooningelsewhere @sugarcoffeemochi @jiminie-08 @jinssexytoe @kooookie @only4sana @pinkcherrybombs @taeslarityy @natalie-rdr @mageprincess7 @hopeonysus @bibbykins @sameifnn @shadowmoon21 @juliemae80-blog @gaeguuliii @dvalitaes @satorinnie @fournia @kassandravictoria @jazmine2904 @marslena @iloverubberduckiez-blog @manchuria @btseverafter7 @jamlessstars @doublebunnykoo @you-are-my-wind @toughbook @mini-euphoria-deactivated202302 @lvrseok @n4mina @imjinvolved @rp171198 @codeinebelle @itsallabouthedetails @btseverafter7 @just-me-and-myselfs @blonde-bummer @hcneybees @babycoffeefire @totallynoanalien @seokjinkismet @itslanaanditssad @rhyperia @sporadicfuryface @azazel-nyx @hani-neko-nee-chan (rest of tags on reblog)

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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.

Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.

Years locked away can change one’s perception.

Years left alone can brew resentment.

You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.

A grin tugged at his lips.

The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.

Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly. You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.

Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.

Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.

Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.

Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?

You. You were on Jin’s mind.

It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.

The irony.

It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.

He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.

And here you were.

Engaged. To be married. To be one.

Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.

He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.

The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.

Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.

Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.

Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.

Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.

His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.

He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.

“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.

“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.

You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.

He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.

“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.

You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.

Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.

He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.

You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.

“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”

Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.

He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.

For your sake.

You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.

His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—

The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.

“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.

The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.

He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.

Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.

You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.

Jungkook’s gut twisted.

You didn’t.

He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.

In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”

Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”

You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”

“Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”

“Oh I know”

Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”

Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.

“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed.

“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.

“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”

Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”

“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.

“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.

“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”

You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”

You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.

This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.

And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.

If Jimin had hurt you.

If he had taken advantage of you in someway.

Jungkook’s fists tightened.

Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.

��Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.

“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”

“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”

“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.

He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”

“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.

You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.

“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”

“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”

You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.

“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”

“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”

“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”

You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.

“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.

“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”

Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.

Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.

“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.

He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.

Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.

Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.

Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.

“Namjoon?”

The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.

Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.

“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.

“Hobi said you called so I came”

It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.

How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.

You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.

“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”

“You killed Jin”

Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.

The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.

“Y/n please”

He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.

“You killed him and I loved him”

Perhaps those words stung even more.

Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”

He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.

“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”

Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.

“Tell me the fucking truth”

He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.

“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”

He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”

“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.

“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”

He bit his tongue.

“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.

“Well can you please come to the station after?”

“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.

Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.

“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”

“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”

“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”

He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.

“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”

He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”

“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.

Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.

“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.

“W-what?”

“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”

“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”

“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”

“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”

Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”

“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”

“That’s not what happened”

“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”

“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”

You receded in silence.

“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”

You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”

“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”

You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.

“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.

“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”

He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.

“Don’t”

A man’s voice came from the door.

“Please—don’t”

Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.

“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”

“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”

Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.

“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”

“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.

“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”

“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.

Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.

“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.

“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.

“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”

“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”

Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”

Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”

“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”

“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.

“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”

“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”

“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”

“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”

“Please—don’t”

Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.

Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.

Pain seared through your chest.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”

He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.

“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”

He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.

“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”

He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.

"Are you scared of me, princess?"

There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.

You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.

"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”

"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.

Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.

Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.

Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.

And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.

You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.

You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.

But where were you during his darkest days?

Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.

Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.

He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.

Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.

“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”

Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.

“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”

“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”

“Did you try and find out?”

You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”

“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.

“Well, Jin—”

“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”

“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”

“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”

“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”

“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”

“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”

He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.

“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”

He nodded lightly, sniffling.

“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.

You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.

“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.

He almost believed you.

Almost.

It was a lie.

A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.

Can we not meet at the station?

You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.

Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.

“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”

Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.

You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.

You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”

Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”

You scoffed.

“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”

You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”

He nodded, absorbing every word.

“Wanna dance?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”

He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.

You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.

Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.

“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”

His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.

Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.

It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.

His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.

Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.

He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.

He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

The space between you vanishing.

Inch by inch.

Until you swore you could taste him.

Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.

“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”

“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”

“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”

“Well did you get a confession?”

“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”

“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”

“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.

“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.

The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.

You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.

He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.

“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.

Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.

Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.

You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.

“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.

He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.

“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.

You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.

“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”

You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”

You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.

“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”

He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”

You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.

“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”

“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.

And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.

His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.

“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car. Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”

“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”

He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.

Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.

“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”

You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.

He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.

“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”

You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.

You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.

“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”

You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.

Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.

His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.

He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.

“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”

“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.

He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.

“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”

Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.

Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.

He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.

You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.

Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.

“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”

Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,

“Jung Hoseok”

You stilled.

“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”

Shit.

“You acted like you didn’t know”

You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.

“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”

Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.

“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”

You remained silent, fuming.

“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”

You swallowed.

“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”

“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”

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Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

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Includes- Door sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, floor Sex, riding, from behind, cock riding, missionary, rough sex, soft sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jimin POV

I’m trying not to get hard

But it’s impossible with Joanne near me.

Just looking at her makes me that way.

She’s in the dorm and me, her, Tae, Jungkook and Yoongi are watching a movie

She’s Jungkook’s best friend, since they were babies.

Her parents came to Korea for her dad’s job and the first people they met were Jungkook’s parents.

They were neighbors and the four of them instantly became friends

Both of their moms got pregnant at the same time.

Joanne was born first is January and Jungkook in September.

They’ve been inseparable since they were newborns.

They do everything together

They even got matching tattoos when Jungkook got his

She already had some but agreed when Jungkook asked her to get one with him.

It’s in the same spot on their bodies too.

Their ribs

I always thought she was fucking hot

She’s a mix of Spanish and Italian- and fuck that mix makes one sexy girl

Jungkook is next to me and she's on his other side, her head on his shoulder

I want her

Especially because I had her once already

Two months ago, we had sex

It just happened

I was alone in the dorm and she came to hang out with Jungkook and decided to wait for him

I stayed with her to keep her company and it just happened

It was seriously the best sex I ever had

Everything about her is perfect for me

I’ve had sex after her and it’s no where near as amazing as it was with her

I can’t stop thinking about her body and how good she felt

Honestly it’s just sex

I like her but only as a friend

And she feels the same

She asked if we can still be friends and not make it weird between us

I agreed and we haven’t spoken about it

Everything went back to normal

Except for my imagination and my need for her

I’m dying over here and she has no idea

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After the movie ends, she gets up and goes to Jungkook’s room with him to hang with him

“So Mortal Kombat?”, I hear him ask

“Yeah. I’m gonna kick your ass”

He laughs, “Oh Jo, you’re so cute”

“Shut up”, she giggles

I’m so jealous she spends time with him

I also wonder if she and Jungkook have ever been together

Or if they just see each other as best friends, like brother and sister

I get even more jealous just thinking that they might be going to be with each other

Fuck I need her

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“I’ll see you tomorrow Kookie”, I hear her say as she leaves his room

Here’s my chance

I fly off my bed and open the door to my room

She passes by and I pull her arm

“The fuck?”, she shouts, then turns to see me

I stare at her beautiful face and all words leave my brain

“Oh hey Jimin. You scared me. You ok?”

“Uh no”, I answer

God I sound like an idiot

“No? What’s wrong?”, she asks concerned

I pull her into my room and close the door

“Uh”, she says right before I kiss her

Fuck what am I doing?

I move my head back, pulling away to apologize but she pulls me back to her, kissing me

She lets me slide my tongue in her mouth and she moans

Fuck, yes

I pull away, “I need you. I need your pussy. I need to be inside you. I need to cum”

I’m honestly so shocked that I’m saying this

I’m just not thinking

She’s going to slap me

“Yeah Jimin?”

“Yeah”, I nod, “I can’t stop thinking about the last time. About you on me, how perfect I fit in you. I need you”

“So you just want to cum?”, she asks

“Yeah but I need it to be you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Sex with you has been the best I ever had and I need more”

“Ok Jimin.”

I’m shocked she’s agreeing

And not yelling at me

“Ok?”

“Yeah. Ok. Take what you want”, she smirks

Yes

Fuck yes

Pushing her against the door, my lips on hers, I start pulling her shorts and panties down

I feel her pulling mine and my boxers down too

Once both of us have them off, I grab her leg and wrap it around me, thrusting in hard.

Yes

Oh god yes

She’s just like I remember but better

“Fuck”, she yells

“Fuck Joanne, yes. God you’re so fucking tight. So good”, I moan

“Fuck me Jimin. Hard”, she asks

I start slamming in her hard, just going straight to rough sex

“Fuck yea!”, she yells

She gets so fucking wet and I feel it all over me.

She pulls at my shirt and lifts it off me, throwing it behind me

Her hands start running all over my back and in my hair

Her touches feel so fucking good

She’s wearing a flimsy tank top and I just grab the top and rip it down the middle, tearing it off her

“God Jimin. You’re so fucking hot”

I pull her off the door long enough to take her bra off then slam her back on it

“Yes baby. I love when you’re fucking rough”, she yells

Good because I love it too

We were rough all last time too

I slam in her and she tightens on me so tightly screaming my name and coming all over me

“Jimin! Fuck yes. God yes!”

“God baby you’re fucking amazing. You feel fucking amazing.”

I pull out and turn her around, pushing her against the door again

“Open”, I growl

She opens her stance wider and I thrust up in her again

Leaning over I kiss her back and her shoulders while slamming in her

“Fuck Jimin”, she moans loudly

“C'mon baby. You know you wanna cum again. Just do it”, I urge

“I..I…”

“Don’t I fuck you good enough to make you cum?”, I ask

“Yeah Jimin. Yes you do”

“Then cum baby”

I slide hard inside causing her loud scream and her pussy to throb on me when she orgasms again

God, so good

I move harder, turning so I’m leaning against the wall

I pull her against me, her back on my chest, her head on my shoulder

I lift one of her legs up, giving me better access to pound her pussy

“Jimin, oh god Jimin”

“Yea baby, scream my fucking name”, I growl kissing her neck and shoulder, thrusting so hard

“Cum baby”, I yell, “I need it. I fucking need it now”

“Jimin!”, she screams

Yes holy fuck yes

I love when she cums on me

I can’t get enough

Pulling out, I turn her back around again, against the door

Dropping to my knees, I open her legs more and lick her pussy

“Jimin”, she cries

“So good Jo. You taste so fucking good”, I moan, licking her

She does taste amazing

How I don’t know

I really don’t

But I love her taste and I want her in my mouth all the time

I think about it all the time

Sliding my tongue up, I flick her clit causing more screams

I love making her scream

“Joanne?”, I hear Jungkook come out of his room

I close my lips on her clit and suck

“Oh god Jimin”, she shouts

She shudders while I keep sucking on her and I love it

“Jo, where are you? I thought you were leaving?”, Jungkook calls

“Jimin, don’t stop. Jimin”, she whimpers

So I don’t, the next suck on her clit causes another orgasm

“Jimin fuck Jimin!”, she screams, her hands flying in my hair and holding my head to her pussy

I lick her and moan from how good she is

“Oh fuck baby. You taste so good”, I groan

“Jimin”, she moans

“What the hell?”, I hear Jungkook yell

“More Jo. I want more. Cum again. I want more in my mouth baby”, I moan, slurping on her clit, her cunt soaking my face in her sweet cream

“Shit Jimin”, she yells

“Please?”

“Yes, yes fuck yes”

I smirk and lick her, swirling my tongue all over her pussy

I hear the door knob turn and the door start to open

Without stopping, I reach out and slam the door closed

“Hey what the fuck?”, Jungkook yells

I let go of her for a second to shout, “Go away”, then move my tongue on her

“Jimin? What the hell? Is Jo with you? What are you doing to her?”

I ignore him and keep pleasuring her with my tongue, getting her closer to coming again

Fuck, I want it so much

I don’t know what’s wrong with me or why I want her this much

But I do

“Jimin!”, Jungkook yells

“I’m eating her out. Go away!”

“Jimin fuck that’s so hot”, she moans

“What! Oh gross, I don’t want to hear that!”, Jungkook yells

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin!”, she screams, coming on my tongue, “Oh fuck Jimin”

Yes fuck yes

I swallow her sweet cum, then lick inside her to get more

Which causes her to explode again, screaming my name

“Oh fuck, I’m out”, Jungkook yells and I hear him walking away

“Jimin. Jimin!”, she calls breathing hard

“Yeah baby?”, I answer

“I need…I…..need”

“What baby girl? What do you need?”

“You Jimin. I need your hard cock inside. Now”

She pushes me back, making me lay on the floor

She climbs on me and I grab her hips and slide her on my cock

“Fuck” she moans

“Yes Jo. Fuck so tight. I love being inside you”

She starts bouncing on me and pleasure blasts in my body

I yell from how good it feels

“You like it baby?”, she smirks

I just nod rapidly

“You like the way I fuck your cock? The way my tight pussy holds you?”

“Yes fuck yes! Oh my god yes!”, I shout

“Good boy”

She tightens on me and I can’t fucking handle it

She moves harder and faster

“Jo, I’m….”

“Yeah Jimin”, she moans

“Can I cum inside Jo? Please can I? I don’t want to leave”, I beg

“Yes Jimin. Yes”, she whimpers

I thrust up hard into her, coming in her

“Joanne fuck!, Joanne!”, I scream, closing my eyes

“Jimin!”, she cries, starting to shake on me, coming too

God it feels out of this world

To have her clenching and cum on me while I cum at the same time- fucking heaven

She climbs off and sits next to me breathing hard

I’m still laying down, trying to breathe

I still want her

I just need a second

After I get my breathing under control, I get up, pulling her up too

Then I pick her up and throw her on my bed

“More Jimin?”, she smirks

“Yea. I’m horny for you. You’re cunt. Just yours”

“Yea Jimin? Well I’m here for you. Come and get it”, she teases

I don’t need to be told twice

Turning her over and pulling her on all fours, I pound back into her

“God Jimin. I love you fucking cock baby. You’re so fucking hard.”

I ram my cock in her hard and fast, feeling her get so wet

“Harder Jimin. I want it harder!”, she yells

Fuck she’s wild

I’m already going so hard and she wants more

Spreading her legs open more, I slam as hard as I can in her

“Yes, Oh god yes. It feels so good”, she cries

She starts moving slamming herself back on me when I thrust in

I hit so deep inside her, listening to her screaming for me not to stop

“Oh god Jimin!”, she shouts

Her pussy tightens on me as she climaxes

Watching her cum all over my cock, makes me so much more horny

Her pussy grabs my cock so tightly and doesn’t let go

“Oh fuck”, I yell as I keep going

After a few more thrusts, she comes again, moaning loudly

I’m getting closer but I need her to cum again

I need to feel it, feel her squeeze my cock

The best feeling in the world is when she cums on me

Pounding in deep, she yells as her orgasm runs through her, “Jimin, cum baby. I want you to cum in me.”

“Yes baby, yes, I want to”, I groan, moving more

Her tightness is driving me crazy and the next thrust has me coming, waves of pleasure passing over me

I pull out and watch as my cum leaks out of her and all over her legs

Jesus, that’s so fucking hot

She’s laying face down, so I lay next to her

“Damn Jimin. That was fun”

“Yyyy…yeah”

Fun?

It was fucking amazing

After a few minutes, she says, “I should go”

I guess she should

“Uh ok”

She gets up and I watch her get her panties, pants and bra on

“Uh Jimin, you kinda ripped my shirt”

“Oh yeah. Sorry. You can wear one of mine”, I offer

“Yeah ok. I’ll bring it back next time I come over”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s fine”

She shrugs, “Ok”

She puts the shirt on

It’s baggy on her but she looks good

And for some strange reason I like that she’s wearing my shirt

“I see you later Jimin”, she says

“Wait”, I say before she gets to my door

“Yeah?”, she asks turning around

“Can we keep doing this? Sleeping together I mean”

She raises her eyebrow, “With me? You can have any girl Jimin, why me?”

I honestly don’t know

It’s just something about her body that gets me off

“I…I can’t explain it. It’s just your body Jo. Your pussy is the best I’ve ever been in. You’re the best girl I ever tasted. Ever since we had sex two months ago, any girl I sleep with doesn’t compare to you at all. My body just reacts to yours, just wants yours.”

“Wow. Uh ok”

“C'mon Jo, you know your body reacts to mine too. I feel you, the way you’re pussy keeps me in you, the way you shake when you cum, the way you scream.”

“Yeah. You’re right Jimin. My body does want yours. But I’m not some fuck toy. I’m not some cunt you can just cum in when you want”

I’m not explaining things well

I don’t want her to think that's what I want

I mean I do want that but I want her to know that she can use me to cum too

“Look Jo, I’m not asking you to do that. I want things to be mutual. I wanna be able to have you when I need to cum but I want you to be able to have me when you need to cum too. You can call me when you want it and I’ll go to you. It’s not just me calling you”, I explain

She looks at me silently for a minute

Maybe this was a bad idea

But I know I’m not going to stop wanting her

“Fine, but no feelings. Just sex”, she says

“Yes, that’s what I want too. Just sex.”, I answer

“And you can’t fuck anyone else without a condom. I’m not catching any diseases. If you don’t want to wear a condom with me, then you wear it with anyone else”

“That’s fine. I don’t want to use a condom with you”

“Ok. I don’t like them anyway. And I’m on birth control so don’t worry about me getting pregnant. It won't happen”

“Ok good”

“Ok”, she nods

“Ok”

She turns and leaves my room

I just sit there amazed that I got what I want

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Six Months Later

Jimin POV

I look at the time in the practice room

Another hour and we’re done

She called me two hours ago, asking me to come to her apartment

I texted her that I’ll be there as soon as practice is over

She hasn’t texted me back

It’s been six months since she and I started sleeping with each other

Jungkook didn’t want to talk about me and her and what he heard

He said he doesn’t want to know a damn thing and to leave him out of anything we do together

Sex with her is fucking mind blowing

It was always rough, hard wild sex for the longest time

But in the last two months sex has changed with her

I find myself not just going with her to just cum anymore I’m going to be with her

I mean we still have our times when we rip each others clothes off or we’re having sex even before all our clothes are off

But lately, more often than not, we’re going slower

I find myself kissing her more, all over, not just her lips but her shoulders, her neck, her hands, everywhere

I play with her hair a lot more, I hold her hand when I’m on top of her, I cuddle with her after

I love having her in my arms I can feel everything so much more when we go slow

I feel every move she makes, every squeeze, every breath

And when she cums on me, Jesus, it’s fucking mind blowing

And I know why

I’m falling in love

Hell, scratch that

I am in love

And I feel so stupid

So terrified

Because there’s no way she’ll want me

She complains all the time about my schedule and me not being immediately available for sex like she is for me

She has to wait hours or days if we’re really busy

And I get it

She drops everything and comes to me when I want her, unless she’s working

I can text her and in 10 to 20 minutes she’s in my room with me or at her apartment waiting for me. And she stays with me for hours

Because she takes it when I have free time

A lot of the time, when she texts me, I can maybe get there within an hour and I can only stay for a little bit

She’s mostly understanding unless she’s really horny, then she angry fucks me

Or she’s not horny anymore when I get there

She also sometimes calls me to tell me to forget about coming over

I know it bothers her but she acts like it doesn’t

So if it’s this complicated and it’s just sex, how am I supposed to have a relationship?

And not just with her, but with any girl

My schedule is crazy

I’d have to leave her to go on tour

There’s no way she’d want to be with an idol

I don’t blame her

But I love her

And I don’t know what to do

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I get to her apartment three hours after she called me

I feel like such a dick

It’s 1 am

I use the key she gave me to let myself in

Her apartment is dark

Is she home?

Did she go out?

I make my way to her room, trying not to trip and kill myself in the dark

Opening her door, I see her in her bed

Asleep

She has the lamp on her nightstand on

Walking to her, I look at her

She’s so fucking beautiful

She looks like a fucking angel while sleeping

She’s on her side, cuddled into her pillow, blanket half on her

I notice she’s wearing one of my shirts

It’s the one I gave her last week

When we get wild, I rip a lot of her shirts, so I give her mine to wear

That’s all she’s wearing, my shirt

I’m not going to wake her up

I feel bad that she fell asleep waiting for me

It’s not fair to her that she has to wait for me all the time

I don’t want to leave though

I want to stay with her

So I get undressed, leaving my shirt and boxers on, then lay next to her

I just want her in my arms

Turning off the light, I cuddle into her back

“I’m sorry Jo”, I whisper, “I love you”

Kissing the back of her neck, I put my arm around her and close my eyes

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I feel her moving

Opening my eyes, I see that it’s still night I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep

She’s is turning in my arms, to face me

“What?”, she says, opening her eyes and looking at me sleepily

“Jimin?”, she asks

“Yeah Jo. I’m sorry”

“Huh? For what?”, she asks groggily

“For taking so long to come. You were asleep when I got here.”

“Oh. It doesn’t matter Jimin. You’re here now”, she answers

It doesn’t matter?

She only cares that I’m here right now

It feels good to hear her say that

“Oh uh..”

“I just want you Jimin”, she says cuddling into me

My mind is racing

And I’m shocked

She wants me?

Does she feel the same way I do?

I hope she does

“Jimin, you’re staying right?”, she asks

Uh, fuck yes. “Yeah Jo. I’ll stay”

“Ok. Can you hold me while we sleep? I just want to be in your arms”, she says tiredly

Oh my god

Yes yes, fuck yes

“Yes Jo. I want you in my arms all night. I won’t let go. I promise”

“Ok”, she replies, half asleep

Running my fingers in her hair, she starts to breathe evenly

“My Jimin”, she whispers, “I love you Jimin”

My breath catches

What?

Is it true?

Or did she say it because she’s almost asleep and doesn’t know what she’s saying?

I hope she means it

“I love you Joanne”, I say to her

She makes a little noise

I don’t know if she heard me

I look down at her and see she’s asleep

Kissing her head, I hold her to me, waiting to fall asleep

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I wake up to kisses all over my face

The best fucking way to wake up

Opening my eyes, her face comes into focus

She smiles then kisses my lips

“Hi Jimin”

“Hi Jo”, I answer

“You’re so cute when you sleep Jimin”

“Me? No Jo, you’re cuter. You’re adorable the way you cuddle in your blankets”

Her cheeks turn red when she blushes

“Aww baby don’t be embarrassed”, I laugh

She scowls but I see her holding back a smile

“Shut up and kiss me”, she demands

I want nothing more

Pulling her down to me, I kiss her soft lips gently

She kisses me back and slides her tongue in my mouth

Fuck I love it

I love kissing her

Her arms go around my neck pulling me on top of her

I run my hand up and down her body, making her hold onto me more tightly

She pulls on my shirt and I lift myself up so she can take it off

“I love your body Jimin. I can look at you all day”

I blush, “I uh….thanks. I’m sorry I uh don’t have abs right now”

“Are you being serious? Why are you apologizing for that?”

I don’t know

I’m known for my abs.

ARMYS always want me to have them and if I don’t I get criticized

But I’ve been slacking on working out

“Jimin do you think I really care about that?”, she exclaims

“Uh…”

“I don’t Jimin. I don’t give a fuck if you have abs or not. It doesn’t matter to me. I love your body with or without abs. You are perfect just the way you are”

I love when she tells me stuff like that

I know I don’t act like it on stage but I’m really insecure about a lot of stuff

My body is one of them

But she’s constantly telling me that I’m beautiful, sexy, hot

The best part is she’s being serious

She’s not just saying it

The way she looks at me, the way she touches me shows me she’s not lying, which blows my mind

Like how she’s looking at me now

“I…uh..I”, I stutter

“Don’t worry about things like that with me ok Jimin. I don’t care about things like that. I just want you”

“I just want you too Jo”

“Then kiss me Jimin and don’t stop”

I crash my lips to hers, kissing her hard

Kissing down her neck, she moans making me hard

I sit up, opening her legs and immediately start licking her

“Jimin”, she whimpers

I love eating her out

Laying my tongue flat on her, I lick up her pussy over and over

She gets so fucking wet, going all over my mouth

God she’s everything

I lay my tongue on her clit and lick the same spot again and again

I know her clit is where she wants it most, where it feels the best and I always give it to her

It’s my favorite place to lick and suck

It’s crazy how that little spot causes massive pleasure

“Oh god Jimin”, she shouts, her hands pulling my hair

It feels good. Taking her clit in my mouth I suck on her

“Jimin! Fuck Jimin!”, she screams, shaking and coming in my mouth

So fucking good

Kissing up her body, I pull her shirt off before I kiss her lips

She pulls down my boxers as far as she can and I kick them off

I just want her on me, on top of me

I love watching her move, watching the pleasure take over her face

“Please baby”, I whisper, hovering over her and kissing her softly

“Please what Jiminie?”, she answers

“Please Jo, ride me. I want you to ride me baby. I want it so bad”, I kiss her again

“Yeah Jimin”, she says, brushing hair from my face, “I will baby”

I roll over pulling her on top of me

She sits up on my lap, hovering over my cock

Slowly she lowers herself, instantly drenching my cock as she slides down

“Jimin, baby, Jimin”, she moans the more she moves down

Pleasure blasts in my body and it’s just from going in her

She leans back, her hands on my legs and she starts moving, sliding up and down my cock

I don't know where to watch, her or my cock going in her pussy

Every time she goes up, I can see her juice all over me and it turns me on so much

She moves faster and harder, making pleasure flow everywhere

“Ahhh god Jimin, you feel so good”, she moans, “so fucking hard”

Fuck I love how much she loves me in her

I reach out and touch her- her hips, her stomach, her sides

Her head is thrown back and her breasts are bouncing so fast and so hard from how hard she’s fucking me

She’s fucking gorgeous

“I love your cock in my pussy baby. You’re cock is the best I ever fucked”

“Fuck baby girl. You’re fucking tight cunt is the best I ever had. My cock loves being in you.”

Reaching out I touch her clit and she yells loudly

I start playing, rubbing and sliding my fingers there while she keeps fucking me

I feel myself getting close but I need her to cum first

“Show me baby”, I moan

"Hhhh..huh?”, she stutters

“Show me how much you love my cock baby. Cum on me”

“Jjjj…Jimin”

“I want it Jo. I want to feel you. You feel so good when you cum”

She slams hard which starts her orgasm

I keep rubbing her clit, urging her on, “Yes baby. God I fucking love it. Squeeze me baby. Don’t let go of my cock baby”

Her whole body shakes while screams rip from her

She keeps moving on me, wanting me to cum

She doesn’t have to say it

We’ve been together enough that I know what she wants

I’m right there, she just needs to move a few more times

Instead she tightens on me so fucking tightly and slides down

“Joanne, Joanne, Joanne!”, I scream, coming so hard, “Baby fuck, oh my God, Jo”

“Yes Jimin”, she moans

I roll over, getting her on her back

I slip back in, feeling her pussy filled with my cum and hers

I fucking love that feeling, both of us on me

I honestly don’t know why

Opening her legs more, I slowly thrust inside her

“Jimin”, she sighs

I lean over her, looking down at her

She smiles at me, reaching up and touching my cheek

The love I feel for this girl is so fucking intense

She moves her hands, running her fingers along my back, fire bursting on my skin wherever she touches

I can’t hold it back I don’t want to anymore

“I love you”, I tell her

Her gaze snaps back to mine

“I love you so much Joanne. Everything about you, I’m so in love with. Every single thing”

I’m scared of what she’s going to say but I’m tired of pretending I don’t love her

A huge smile bursts on her face

“I love you Jimin. More than anything”, she answers

Happiness burst in my body

Just pure euphoria

“Yeah?”, I ask

“Yeah Jimin. I’m in love with everything about you too.”

“So…are you mine now?”, I ask shyly

She nods immediately

“Yes Jimin, all yours”, she answers

Smiling so hard, I lean down kissing her lips

Her arms wrap around my neck, kissing me back

I start moving again, going slowly

“Jimin”, she moans, “You feel so good baby”

I lean my forehead against her, whimpering

“Don’t stop Jimin”, she asks

“I won’t”, I whisper

The room fills with just the sound of our soft moans

“Jimin”, she whimpers

She pulls me down for a kiss

I’m kissing her when she cums

Her hand grips my hair tightly, moaning in my mouth

Just the feeling of her coming causes pure pleasure to run through me, making me cum as well

Pulling away from her lips, I moan in her neck, her arms going around me

“I love you”, she whispers

“I love you” I answer her back

I just lay there, on top of her, loving the feeling of being in her arms

This is everything I ever wanted since I was younger

Just a girl who loves me as much as I love her

And I’m so happy I found her

She’s my everything

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kpopsexstories · 1 month ago

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One-shot #13: BTS Jimin has sex in the Bahamas with his girlfriend

This is the 13th story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrity: BTS Jimin

Sex Content: Clit teasing/eating, Sensational ride, Female orgasm

Type of Sex: STEAMY

Word Count: 2.6k

This story starts out in third person, with Jimin and his named girlfriend as the partner. When the sex begins the perspective changes to first person, putting you in the girlfriend's shoes to make the experience more immersive 😉

Completely naked Jimin got out of the ocean and stepped onto the hot sand of a private beach. You know, because rich people can do that. He was in the Bahamas with his girlfriend, and the beach was lined with palm trees and lush vegetation. It was paradise on Earth.

His skin glistened in the sun. Water and salt was dripping from his flexing body. His muscles and tattoos shone bright, and his mushy ass cheeks swayed from side to side as his feet sank deep into the sand with each trying step.

Song Da-eun followed close behind. Her body was just as naked as his, and her heart was filled with love. This was the perfect holiday, and Jimin was the perfect man.

When he reached his towel Jimin turned around and sat down on it. He buried his feet in the sand to protect them from the scolding hot surface, and rested his arms on his knees.

He smiled as Song caught up to him, skipping across the sand as if the ground was burning. It almost felt as though it was.

When she reached him, she quickly leaped onto his towel.

“Hey!” he said and laughed. “Use your own.”

“I'm sorry,” Song said with a smirk. “It's too far away. I couldn't make it.”

She was just playing with him. She planted a foot on either side of Jimin’s body, while he stretched his torso and reached behind his back and pulled her towel closer. “It was literally just one more step,” he said and jokingly rolled his eyes.

She gave him a seductive smile. “I know. But that's one step too far away from you.”

The exotic holiday had been planned for months. Jimin had surprised his girlfriend with it, when one day he came home from work dressed in a fancy suit and holding a single rose.

Song remembered the day vividly. She'd been lounging on the couch in just a t-shirt, and the romantic gesture had led to some amazing sex. The couple had been together for years, out of the spotlight and leading a private life. Jimin's sweet gesture and the sex that day had reminded her of just how good they were together.

Of course at the time, Song had no idea just how much the trip they were now on would mean, and how it would change her life forever.

Now, on their very own beach, Jimin sneered at Song's cheesy remark and placed his hands on her thighs as she towered above him. He let them glide along her hips, while he looked up at the woman he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“I love you,” he said. “I'll share the world with you. My towel, this beach, our life. What's mine is yours.”

He leaned forward, his face perfectly aligned with Song's pussy, as she stood broad-legged over him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, then gently kissed the lips between her legs.

His nose brushed against her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his soaked hair. He turned his head from side to side between her thighs, sniffing her skin and intimately kissing her folds.

“Oh, Jimin,” she moaned. “I love it when you talk like that.”

When he stuck out his tongue, Song tilted her head back and pulled his hair. The sun in her face and on her exposed breasts felt amazing, nearly as good as the sweet words, soft hands and skillful lips of the wonderful man offering himself and his life to her.

“Mmm, Jimin.”

The words, hot body and sensual movements of his girlfriend were a huge turn-on for him too. His hands on her ass pushed a little harder, and his tongue ventured a little deeper inside her. Her feet sank further into the sand with every second that passed, pulling the towel down with them, and the vagina pressed harder onto Jimin's lips.

Jimin's heart was melting. He felt incredibly lucky to get to be with a woman like Song. It was magical, sensational, erotic and romantic all at once, part of the reason why the sex about to take place became his most memorable sexual experience of all time.

Song suddenly stiffened. Her abrupt reaction to his tongue and lips pleasuring her clit took Jimin by surprise.

“Ahh, fuck, Jimin!” she suddenly exclaimed and pulled his hair harder. ”Yeah, that's the spot. Oh, Jimin, I love you too!”

Jimin couldn't help but smile wide.

From here on you step into Song's shoes. The rest of the story is written as if you're Song Da-eun, Jimin's long-term girlfriend.

Since that day when he surprised Song you with the trip Jimin had been acting differently. Something changed in him. He’d been full of lust and love, routinely breaking the routine that you had both fallen into over the past year.

Here, at the beach, his caring actions were perhaps a result of the exotic location, or the scary and sad reality that he'd be off to the military soon. But even at home every single move he made felt drenched in love and desire. It was as if he’d fallen in love with you all over again, and you couldn’t figure out why or what had caused the change in him.

In truth, Jimin had been waiting for the right moment for quite a long time. And he knew from the day that he surprised you with the trip and how happy and excited you were when you said yes, that today was the day that he would pop the question.

When his tongue pleasured your clit and your body couldn't hold it together any longer, you suddenly lowered your head and let your knees give in. Jimin reacted to the shift by leaning backwards and putting a hand on the towel behind him, to keep his upper body raised.

With the other, he felt the side of your breast before he took your hand and pulled you closer. His bent leg stretched out onto the sand behind you when you lowered yourself onto his lap.

He placed his arm around you and pushed on your spine, pulling his chest up close to yours. You squeezed his hips with your knees, as you sat down on his thighs and engulfed the man in warm flesh.

Your eyes met, and you smiled into each other's souls.

“You're the most beautiful person I've ever met,” Jimin said. You felt his breath on your face as he spoke, and could almost taste the salt on on his lips. “So gorgeous it makes my heart hurt.”

“Oh Jimin,” you said and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Keep talking.”

He glanced striaght ahead at your chest, and caressed your back and shoulders with his hands. Then the smile on his face suddenly went away.

“I know how stressed you’ve been. I hope you find a job you’re passionate about some day. Even when I'm physically away, I’ll be there by your side every step of the way. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” you said and smiled.

“I mean it. I want you to be my forever lover.”

The comment made you giggle. Forever lover. But then your smile faded, as Jimin’s words sunk in. The army was a long time, but it was only temporary. Your future and the career you wanted was uncertain, but Jimin was not. You loved the man with all your heart, and he loved you. You’d be his forever if he asked you to.

When you didn’t respond Jimin kissed your lips, and you started to rock your bodies slowly back and forth. Wrapped in each others arms, you kissed and touched and moved as one, your legs still weak and his hard cock squeezed between you.

Jimin soon found your breasts again, and massaged them gently. He kissed them softly and moaned occasionally.

“Mmm, I feel so connected to you,” he said. ”Touching you is intoxicating. Damn, you turn me on.”

You held on tighter around him, and planted your lips on his forehead. “Mmm, yeah,” you moaned and started moving your hips in longer strokes.

Your face slid to the side, your cheek brushing against his. You kissed his ear while his face became buried in your neck, and your breasts pressed hard against his flexing chest.

His hands soon moved down to your ass. He bent his knees to the side in the sand and folded his feet beneath you to keep a steady position, while he panted softly by your side.

“You smell so good,” he said and took a deep breath. “So intoxicating. So wonderful. You make me feel incredible.”

You smiled at his exaggerated sweet words and pulled your head back to meet his eyes again. “I want you to fuck me,” you said softly. “I want you inside me. All of you. Your cock, your words, your love.”

Jimin’s body stiffened as his muscles tensed around you. His hands on your skin instantly became rougher, more passionate, and his small movements abrupt and even more filled with lust and desire than they already were.

He reached down between you. “Ahh, babe, fuck you turn me on,” he panted.

You leaned back to give him more space and raised your ass slightly. “Mmm, Jimin, I'm so wet for you. I love you and want you more than anything.”

You felt his dick around your pussy, and the head as it found home. “Mmm, babe, I love you so much,” he moaned when it slid inside and you lowered yourself onto his shaft. “I wanna feel every bit of you.”

“Ahhh,” you gasped when the dick stretched you. You squeezed your arm tight around his neck and briefly raised your ass again to control the penetration.

The head clung on to your lips, the shaft bridging your bodies and connecting your souls the way only sex can. You held on to his waist to support your weight, then gently lowered yourself back onto his length.

The head stretched your lips wider, and the gap between you slowly closed. The bridge disappeared inside you, as your pussy swallowed Jimin's manhood whole and your souls became as one.

“Ahh, fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

“Mm, babe, I'm so hard for you. I love how wet you are for me.”

Your body started shivering. “You make me weak,” you said. “But your cock feels so amazing. It makes me relaxed, and hungry, and thirsty for more.”

“Mmm, you make me stronger,” Jimin said and took a firm grip around your waist. He pushed the dick deeper inside you. “Your body makes me invincible, like nothing else matters but the love I feel for you. I can do anything when I'm inside you.”

This kind of sweet, loving dirty talk was almost too much, but it had always been your thing. Jimin was a romantic. Today, however, even his words hit differently.

His hands hardened. He pushed and pulled your hips, causing your ass to jump and vagina to glide up and down the shaft.

“Fuck, yeah, Jimin,” you moaned as his strong hands rocked your body. ”I can feel your strength inside me.”

Jimin started sliding his own ass back and forth on the towel, pushing himself deeper into you at an ever increasing pace. “Ahh, yeah, you make my cock so powerful.”

The power made you whimper, your voice soft and squeaky. “Ah, yeah, Jimin, ah, ah.”

You suddenly leaned forward in his arms, and put the weight of your chin on his shoulder. Your thighs and knees by his side tensed, as you felt the power fill you up.

Jimin wrapped his arms around you and held you tighter. He rocked his body faster and faster, and pushed and pulled you harder, rubbing his cock against your clit. The sex and sweet talking put you in an emotional state you'd never experienced before.

“Mmm, Jimin, Jimin, you're so powerful. I’ll be your forever lover.”

Jimin suddenly raised his head but didn’t stop the powerful movements. He placed his mouth on yours and grimaced, then looked into your eyes and asked: “Will you marry me? Be mine forever?”

“Ah, ah,” you kept moaning, but then kissed his lips and smiled. “Yes. Yes! I'll marry you Jimin. I’ll be yours forever.”

Jimin’s face lit up, and you could feel something change inside him. He had indeed been waiting for this moment for a long a time, and now that he had finally asked the question he felt relieved.

The power inside him never went away though. Your answer only made him stronger.

“Ah, ah, babe,” he moaned, and his face returned to your side. “You make me so happy. Fuck, I love you so much!”

You arched your back to press your groin harder against his pelvis, and rocked your hips faster. “Fuck. Yeah. Never. Stop.” you screamed as you bounced on his cock. “Give it to me forever baby!”

Jimin unfolded his legs and stretched them slightly, but kept the bent against your back. He grimaced and pressed on your shoulder blades, sliding his ass back and forth on the towel with increasingly passionate and large movemements. “Aahh, ahh, so intoxicating.”

“Ah, ah, so hard and strong.”

“Fuuuck, yeah, marry me!”

“Mmm, I love you so much Jimin! Yes, Yes, Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes! Yes! Ohhh, Jimin!”

“Ah, ah, ahh, ahhh!”

“Ohh, Jimin, yeees!”

“Mm, fuck, baaabe!”

“Jimin!”

“Babe!”

“Jimin!”

“AAARGH!”

Your screams and Jimin’s groans carried over the ocean and disappeared into the gentle waves. When his power exploded inside you, your body felt weaker than ever.

He'd made you come. A great sensation beamed out from his shaft inside you, to every fiber in your shaking body. “Ah, AHH!” you kept screaming by his ear. “Fuuuck, yeah, fill me up with your power! Ahhh, Jimin, JIMIIIIIN!”

“Ahhh, fuuuck, arrghhh!” he groaned again, from the depths of his throat as he shot a second load inside you.

Your knees suddenly pressed hard against his hips as your body jolted. Your previously weak thighs stiffened, and every muscle in your body activated. The orgasm you experienced was amazing and strong, and the power Jimin gave you was unrivaled.

Jimin panted heavily. His skin was red and face flustered. Your bodies truly felt as one, when your orgasms settled and you finally collapsed into each other's arms.

The physical power between your legs was gone, but the power of love felt stronger than ever before. Jimin made you feel invincible, just the way you made him feel too.

When the exhaustion settled, and you regained the strength to look into each other's eyes, your souls were truly connected. Jimin’s length was still inside you, bridging the physical gap between your bodies.

It was the power of sex, the power of love, and the power you shared between you that made this day so special. The question had been asked at the perfect time, and the stress you felt back home no longer felt important. With Jimin in your life – your forever lover who gave you strength – nothing could hold you back.

“I love you so much,” you said and smiled, arms still wrapped around Jimin’s shoulders.

“I love you too,” he echoed, caressed your hot skin and gave you a kiss on the lips.

You couldn't wait to marry the man. Song Da-eun was a lucky woman, and this was the best holiday she'd ever had.

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byuljoonie · 1 year ago

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Cherry Airhead // pjm

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pairing: Jimin × fem!reader

genre: smut, roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, unedited so beware

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, unsafe sẽx, dirty talk, pet names, c0čk worship, spit play, fuckboy!Jimin, pj bottoms…, oral, (he’s big), dom!jimin x sub!reader, rough jimin, eavesdropping Jimin

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“Jimin! Someone’s at the door for you!” you yelled unenthusiastically. Waiting for the long haired man to emerge from his room.

“Are you his…girlfriend?” The unknown woman questioned sourly, looking you up and down in disgust.

“No, I’m his roommate. But we fuck sometimes,” you say seriously, letting your ego take over and guide the conversation. If she was going to be rude so were you.

You watched the color drain from her skin, looking like a deer in oncoming headlights.

“Coming!” Jimin bursts from his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripping from his freshly showered hair onto his exposed chest.

“Who’s her-“ he said out of breath, stopping when you moved over to reveal the guest.

“What are you doing here, Hyejin?” He said coldly, standing unimpressed in the living room.

“When did you get a girlfriend, Jimin?” She asked looking between you and Jimin.

“Girlfriend?” He questioned confused. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you burst into a small fit of laughter. Jimin leaning against the couch, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Okay I lied, but I just think you shouldn’t be a bitch to other people in their own home.” You confessed with a shrug, walking past Jimin with a pat on his shoulder.

You entered your room not interested in the argument Jimin was about to have with another one of his obsessed conquests.

After 10 minutes of muffled yelling and the slam of a door, a knock rang through your apartment. Jimin was at your bedroom door.

“Open the door, Sunny.” He said voice rumbling from the other side of the door.

“Oh, now I’m your sunshine. What about her?” You asked playfully, opening the door for him.

“Don’t start. Did she say anything to you?” He asked concernedly, searching your face for answers.

“I’m fine, Park. You should pick nicer fuck buddies though.” You say nonchalantly walking back over to your bed.

Jimin trailed closely behind you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him. You squeaked in surprise, holding onto Jimin’s arm.

“What was that, sunshine?” He questioned deeply. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.” Your heart began to race and you quickly removed your hand from his bicep.

“Nothing.” You murmur looking down at the space between the two of you.

He placed his hand under your chin, gently making you look at him. He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Hmm, well go get the popcorn ready. I’ll get dressed so we can start our movie night.” He said sweetly, flashing you a gummy smile before poking his tongue out at you.

“Did you eat another cherry airhead in the shower? Your tongue is bright red!” You exclaimed slapping his bare chest. He recoiled in pain, a faux pout now on his lips.

“Hey, I blame you for putting a candy bowl in my room,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You want a piece?” He questioned teasingly, walking to leave your room.

“Oh! Let’s wear the Pajamas you bought us yesterday. I think it’d be cute.” Jimin said down the hall, not listening for your rebuttal.

After changing into your plaid Pajama shorts and one of Jimin’s shirts, you walked out to the living room to prepare the movie.

“We’re watching horror movies right, Minie?” You yelled while bending over to check the dvd player.

“What did you say, hon- woah.” Jimin said, stopping in his tracks.

His eyes fell directly on your ass, the bulge in his pants growing slightly.

“What? I said we’re watching horror movies right?” You asked obliviously. Squatting down to grab a handful of dvds from under the TV console.

Jimin clears his throat eyes still unmoving. He walked further into the living room, plopping on the couch behind you.

“I’ll take your silence and heavy breathing as a yes. Anyways the pizza should be here soon.” You said standing up to turn around.

You were met with the sight of your best friend shirtless and slightly sweaty on your shared couch. Your eyes widened at the sight, heat invading your cheeks.

Maybe you did have a small crush on Jimin, but how could you not when he looks like a walking art piece?

“I-I’m hungry,” you stuttered out shyly. Trying not to stare at Jimin’s lap.

“Me too,” Jimin smirked running his eyes over your body unapologetically. Meeting your gaze with hungry eyes.

“I’m gonna get some water. I’ll be right back,” you said trying to scurry away to the kitchen.

Miscalculating your step, you tripped and landed in Jimin’s lap with a huff. Bracing your hands on his shoulders unconsciously.

“Oh my god I’m sorry—“ you cried out trying to stand up quickly. Jimin grabbed your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. Going to stand up a second time, only to fail against his strong grip.

“Sit down.” He demanded intensely.

You didn’t move another inch, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“You know, you look very cute in these shorts.” He said moving a hand to play with the hem of your pants.

“I’ll go get you some water, Sunny.” He placed his hands on your waist and gently moved you to the next cushion.

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, eyes darting from the floor to the print in Jimin’s pants. He noticed immediately, smiling as he brought you a glass of water.

“So what movie are we watching?” He asked casually, sitting on the cushion closest to you. You told him about the movie, stumbling over some parts as your mind was elsewhere.

Shortly after the movie started, you guys ate dinner and trash talked your way through the cliché horror tropes.

The next movie was frightening, sending you flying into Jimin’s lap after the 4th jump scare in a row. He happily held onto your hips, glancing down at you every so often.

You felt something hard against your ass, and shifted uncomfortably in response.

“Hey, stop moving Y/N.” Jimin grunted trying to hold you still.

“I feel something hard, it’s uncomfortable Jimin.” You complained, frustrated and grinding down harder.

The next noise you heard made you freeze. A growl? Did he just growl?

“If you would stop moving so much I wouldn’t be hard, Sunshine.” He stated dryly, “well seeing you in those shorts is also the reason.”

“JIMIN-“ you yelped embarrassed. Hiding your face in his chest immediately. He placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“You think I don’t know, Y/N. Hmm?” He crooned, looking down into your eyes, his infamous smirk still glued on his lips. The movie suddenly forgotten.

“I’ve seen where your attention has been tonight,” he said cockily. “You don’t think I’ve noticed your eyes on my lap practically the entire movie?”

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, baby.” He smiled sinisterly, making your mouth water in fright. The nickname igniting something fiery inside you.

“I hear all those pretty noises you make almost every night. Just begging for me to come ruin you.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Park.” You lied defensively, swatting Jimin’s hand away from your face. The memories of your perverted activities flashing through your mind.

“I’m not one of your toys, Jimin. I won’t fall at your feet.” You stated stubbornly, still sitting in his lap.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I’ll make you scream louder than any toy could.” He said grabbing your face roughly. Smiling at the whimper that barely escaped your throat.

“You’re special, darling. Someone made just for me,” he said trailing soft kisses down your jaw to your neck.

“I’ve been longing to taste you, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell the truth.”

Your breathing had become erratic, Jimin’s feather light lips sending your mind into a frenzy. How could you give in so easily?

You melted into his touch, moaning when he left a particularly prominent love bite on your collarbone.

“Mine” he said, kissing his way up your neck, to your cheek, until he finally met your lips.

Your lips molded perfectly together, Jimin grabbed your waist pulling you closer in his lap. You both pulled apart to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat coating your foreheads.

“See? I’ve barely done anything Sunny, but I can feel your crying pussy through your shorts.” He groaned, reaching down to grab the hem of your pants.

“I want you to use your words now, pretty girl,” he said running his hands beneath your shorts. He stopped just before he reached your pussy.

“If you want me here,” he tapped two fingers over your clothed clit. “You’ll have to get on your knees and beg,” he deadpanned, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nodded in response, pealing yourself away from him. You climbed to the floor, getting on your knees in front of him.

“Please Jimin,” you began softly, doe eyes trained on his.

“You can do better than that, Sunshine.” He interjected, palming himself through his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight, mouth watering for him.

“Been needing your dick for so long,” you continued nervously. “Want the real thing,” you beg pathetically, crawling forward and placing your hands on his thighs.

He pulled his pants down his legs, trailing his underwear right behind them. You watched his cock spring free, the mushroom tip leaving a sticky trial of pre-cum on his happy trail.

“You want my dick, Sunny? Hmm?” He cooed mockingly, watching you shift cutely in front of him.

He grabbed your face roughly with one hand, craning your neck to look at him. “Open,” he demanded calmly.

He squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open. Spitting into it as if he owned you. “Now swallow.”

He smiled happily at you, enjoying the control he had over your actions. “You can taste it, baby.” He said releasing your face with a quick kiss to your nose.

You pushed up on your knees, reaching forward to finally come in contact with his member. Your hand was too small to fit the whole thing.

You wrapped both hands around it, letting out a shaky breath before taking him into your mouth.

“It’s s-so big,” you mewled, hands sticky and furiously moving up and down his shaft. He groaned at your words, loving the attention.

“Tastes so good,” you said before engulfing him again. The sound of him fucking your throat filling the living room.

“Shit—you’re so good at sucking my dick Y/N.” Jimin said moaning at the sight of your bobbing head. “Don’t wanna cum yet, hold on Sunny,” he grunted. You removed your head in frustration, missing the taste of him on your tongue.

He reached down to pull you back into his lap, planting a kiss on your lips. “Good job, princess.”

“Strip for me, Y/N.” Jimin demanded tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

You shakily stood up from his lap, quickly removing the plaid shorts for him. Gripping your forearm nervously as Jimin inspected every inch of your exposed skin.

“You look delicious, Sunny.” He said lazily stroking his cock, eyes still focused on your body.

He motioned for you to lay on the couch, sitting back to give you more room. You did as you were told, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he towered over you.

“I’m gonna fuck you in these, so precious.” He whispered hotly in your ear, toying with your panties. Sliding then to the side, he began rubbing small circles across your clit.

Hushing you after a string of moans escaped your lips. “This my shirt?” He questioned, running his other hand under the soft fabric. His hand gliding across your skin effortlessly, like he already knew the map of your soul.

You nodded, feeling his hair brush against your cheek at the motion. He hummed in delight, grabbing your breast and squeezing.

You felt the tip of his cock graze against your clit, making you to shudder under him. He started to grind against you, sending waves of shock running through your body.

“Mmfp—can’t take it anymore, need you” Jimin flexed his hips forward, groaning as your pussy engulfed him.

You whimpered at the stretch, tears clouding your vision at the feeling. You wrapped your arms around his neck loving the way he grunts in your ear.

“So soft and hot, Sunny. Could fuck you all day.” He said pulling out slightly. Rocking forward before he could miss the contact of your skin.

“Please fill me up, Jimin.” You begged into his neck, “don’t wanna be empty.”

He chuckled at your words, his smile quickly being replaced with an “O,” expression. You clenched around him again, relishing in the whimper he released.

He swallowed another whimper, rhythmically slapping his hips against yours. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down for your reaction.

A symphony of moans rang through your living room. The obscene squelching and slapping sounds drawing you closer to your orgasm. You felt your stomach bulge with every thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Gonna paint your pretty tummy with my cum, baby.” He placed a hand over your head to brace himself. Slamming back into you aggressively.

You screamed in pleasure, clawing at his back in desperation. You felt your orgasm wash over you. Jimin not easing his movements.

“Fuck—so good for me,” he grunted. “Love watching your pretty face, Y/N.”

You blushed in response, mind and body still reeling from Jimin’s touch. You felt his thrusts become sloppy, a guttural growl coming from his lips as he slipped from inside of you.

He eagerly squeezed his cock, stroking it rapidly as he watched your ruined body underneath him. His eyes closed momentarily, his hips stuttering as he came on your stomach.

Your chests heaved with heavy breathing, Jimin grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean you up.

“Round 2 in the shower?”

The end.

(Sorry it was short, just supposed to be a quick smut.) (There will be a pt.2)

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