#btw when I say obnoxiously I mean it like why are we both such pussies. we have literally verbatim been like 'ok go to bed we can continue-

[pfc-nagi]

the real question is at what point do I tell the guy I have been obnoxiously flirting with for a year and a half abt the fact that I am working on a misa cosplay

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Mine

Anonymous asked: Bad boy au / Jimin + 22 Love your writing btw!

;pairing — Jimin x reader

;warnings — smut (I couldn’t contain myself)

;word count — 3k

;Prompt —  “You can’t just say that and then disappear!” 

A/N: I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you imagined anon, It’s hard for me to picture Jimin as a bad boy, I think he was more just like a fuckboy here, anyways I hope you like it :) Also, the ending is cheesy af I know!! lol

Before starting your freshman year of college you had one thing clear in your head; no fuckboys. You were gonna study, pass your exams, make new friends, and live an easy and relaxed student life, well as relaxed as being an architecture major at college could be.

You didn’t want to be one of those persons who start college and the only thing they do is go to parties, get high and fuck every guy they see, because you were here to mainly study and get your diploma and you knew that getting involved with guys would mean losing track of your original plan of living a calm student experience.

But you would see that exact plan be thrown down in the form of a sturdy, cocky, obnoxious but beautiful fuckboy.

You met said dance major at the third party you attended to – yes, one of those parties you said you weren’t going to participate in. Your new roommate and friend Yerin would call herself a socialite, a more fancy way of saying that she liked guys sticking their tongues down her throat in dark corners of packed frat houses.

She would drag you down telling you that it wouldn’t be a complete student experience if the only thing you were going to do was spend your time at the dorms watching Netflix and getting fat, her words, not yours.

So you accepted, a party never kill nobody, right? The first two parties were pretty chill, nothing you haven’t seen before at high school, but how wrong you had been at thinking that this one was going to be more of the same.

The Kappa Sigma house was huge, and entering the place was a sight that had you on the edge of running back to the comfort of your dorm and your bed, Yerin acted quickly on giving you some buzz to calm your nerves and it worked.

Most of the night was spent drinking and dancing with Yerin, occasionally making small chat with some random dude but what you knew next was that you were pinned against a wall making out with a guy you didn’t know, you let loose, had his mouth on you for a while, and it was all fun and games until you found yourself waking up beside him, a pounding in your head and your heart doing a slip at the revelation of seeing his face, you knew right then and there that you were completely and utterly fucked because you knew something was for sure; Park Jimin wasn’t someone you could fuck and forget the next day.

The thing that surprised you was that after that night you thought you were never going to see his face again, because c’mon… you knew how men like Park Jimin functioned, he was a major player, the true definition of one, fucking a different girl every night, making them believe that he cared for them only to use them and move on to the next one. And you knew for sure that morning you woke up next to him that you were going to be one more girl on his list of fucks.

But you weren’t, well… somehow, what started as nothing but a drunk one night stand turned into something regular, you don’t know how or when it happened, but you found yourself in his sheets more often than not, and in the way you began to discover a side of him you thought you were never going to be able to see.

Yes, you were fuck buddies with Park fucking Jimin, and you knew that was gonna end in only one possible way; you falling for him.

“Hey babe, horror and nachos today?” the blonde haired men asked you through the phone, you knew more than to let the pet name get to you, but even when you tried not to, it would make a pool of heat travel down to the pitch of your stomach.

“Yes, but not the-“

“The spicy ones, I know, you hate them.” He interrupted you, how did he know that? You didn’t have a clue, this was the first time he offered taking nachos.

“See you in a few.” With that you locked the device and throw yourself on his couch, It had been almost 7 months since you started doing this with Jimin, and it was turning more domestic, being friends with him meant that you didn’t see each other only to fuck, even when it did happen often also meeting with him to just talk or watch a movie was something that was becoming a common occurrence, and you didn’t know if you wanted it or not because it would mean falling for him harder than you had already fallen.

You would try to lie to yourself and to Jimin, but you already were head over heels for him, how could you not when he was sweet, intelligent, funny and he seemed to truly care for you, words of a monogamous relationship between the both of you had gone unspoken, when you started fucking with him almost every week you knew that you weren’t going to be more than that to him, someone he could be friends with and fuck in the meantime.

He would tell about the girls he fucked, laughing about some girl that didn’t know how to properly do a blowjob or some other girl that cried when he told her that he was gay, just so she would stop texting him, and college was like high school in the sense of news travelling fast, when you didn’t go out he would found someone else to fuck, and the next morning you would wake up knowing exactly which girl he had fucked this time.

You wondered if he told things about you to other girls or to his friends, if you were just like them in the end.

It hurt you, it hurt you because he was more than that to you, seven months could mean so little to most people, but for you they meant a lot when in every one of them Jimin had been by your side, that time you failed one of your most important exams, the night you received a call from your parents telling you that your dog- the one you got when you were only 5 had passed away, the uncountable times you were upset about something or just stressing over college. He was there, always.

But you let the feelings go to the back of your mind and you bottled everything up, you were a friend to him, yeah… a friend he could fuck but nothing more.

You waited for him at his place, he had had to go to one if his practices earlier in the day and he insisted on you staying, alleging that after all you would have to go back to his for movie night, and it was easier to wait for an hour or so for him to get back.

You heard the door being opened and you turned your head to its direction to find Jimin in all his glory; damped hair, loose shirt, and some black sports shorts that didn’t help you at containing your urge to gawk at him.

“Like what you see?” he smirked.

“Did you take a shower after practice? Good, because I didn’t want to smell your sweat”. You retorted rolling your eyes.

He only chuckled at your comment and rushed to enter the place, but at last minute he said “That’s not what you say when we are sweating in my bed”.

The movie was beyond boring and it ended with the two of you making out, you on top of his lap, moving in circles, feeling his cock getting harder.

“Fuck babe, don’t tease me” he moaned before biting your neck, making your pussy throbbing in need for him.

Like he knew exactly what was going through your mind he moved his hand from your right breast to the waistband of your pants, opening the button, and letting his fingers play for a second before going down to where you needed them to be.

“Ah, Jimin!” You let out a loud groan when he started rubbing your clit in circular motions.

“You like that huh? You want more?” You nodded eagerly biting your lips in pleasure.  He smirked and added “You have to talk, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck Jimin, I- I want you” You stammered. “I want you I-inside of me.” You tossed your head back in pleasure and Jimin only accelerated the pace of his fingers, inserting one inside of your already wet core.

“You are already so wet and tight for me.” He growled, adding another finger, making you gasp and hold to his shoulders.

“I can only imagine what it feels like to have my cock inside of you.” You lowered one of your hands and palmed him through the fabric of his shorts.

He was rock solid and you could only drool at the feeling, you lowered his pants and let his erection spring free, the tip covered in pre cum.

You lip your bit and started rubbing it between your fingers, making Jimin moan out loud, getting his fingers out of you, you stopped too and whined at the loss “Why did you stop?”.

He bucked his hips into you, telling you what he wanted. Your pants doing little to help you contain the feeling. “Get your clothes off” he commanded.

Standing up from him you hastened to take your clothes off, throwing your pants along your panties in one motion, and positioning yourself once again on his lap, helping him pulling his shirt over his head.

Feeling his cock rubbing at your entry, he cupped your face with both hands and kissed you, biting down on your lip, sucking it into his mouth, and before you could say something he shoved his cock inside of you making you gasp at the sudden entrance.

You were already so wet that it didn’t take long for you to get use to the stretch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he started moving, he tossed his head back, his neck in exposure for you to kiss him in his sensitive spot near his ear, making him groan in pleasure.

“Babe, you are so wet, fu-fuck so tight” you moaned as you listened to his words, sinking yourself into him.

The sight was something you could never get used to, each time it was like seeing something you had never seen before, his abs and hips moving while he pumped deeper into you, grabbing you from the waist to sink you as deep as he could, hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck, fuck right the- ah!” all that left your lips were grunts with every thrust of his hips, sound of skin hitting skin resounded through the place, making you cry as you came all over his cock, clenching your walls as your orgasm travelled through your body.

“Come for me Jimin, I want you to fill me up” you whined at the overstimulation, he let a series of moans and grunts out of his mouth, like a melody to your ears, it didn’t matter that you were sensitive after coming, you still moaned at the sensation.

“Fuck y/n!” You clenched your walls once more and he released inside of your throbbing pussy, filling you up with his cum, he thrusted inside of you a few more times before slipping out, his seed coming out of you, a couple of  thick white drops landing on his cock.

You got up from his lap and lay down on the couch besides him, both of you exhausted from the activity, he lethargy stood up, put his shorts on and then grabbed a wet towel and positioned himself between your legs to clean his drying cum of your entrance.

While he went to put the towel into the laundry basket, you dressed up, after watching a movie, making out and having sex it was time to go home. Usually Jimin told you to stay the night at his place but you thought that it was better not to, spending the nights tangled in his arms, his warm chest against your back… it was something you would die for, but not like this, not when he felt nothing for you more than a friendship.

“Hey are you going home?” He asked, furrowing his brows as he watched you grab your things.

“Um, yeah, I need to wake up early tomorrow” you lied.

“Why don’t you stay here? My place is near to college and I don’t want you going alone to your door at this hour of the night”. He paused for a moment and added “I can make you breakfast tomorrow morning” He smiled and his eyes turned into half-moons.

You doubted, his proposition was beyond tempting but before you could answer his phone buzzed “Oh, can you give me my phone? It must one of the guys”.

You grabbed the phone from the coffee table and took a look to the screen, it was not one of the guys

-Sana: When are you free to repeat what we did last time?

Your face turned serious in an instant and you were not going to stay to watch what else she had to say, fuck you didn’t even want to know what she meant with “last time”.

“Yeah, you know what? I better go home” you snapped and Jimin looked at you confused at your sudden reaction, you sharply handed him the phone, and you saw how his face contracted in panic.

You should have been more precautious, shouldn’t have gotten so close to him, you knew he fucked other girls but you tried to not think about it, after all you were nothing serious to him, you weren’t exclusive, you couldn’t complain.

“Listen, I- I know how this looks like-“

“No, you don’t have to explain me anything, you are not my boyfriend.” You grunted, you didn’t want him to make excuses, you just wanted to leave or you will end up making a mistake.

You turned around to leave but Jimin foresaw your movement and grabbed your wrist before you could take one more step. “Don’t go like this, let’s just talk.”

You turned around, releasing your wrist from his hands like it was fire melting your skin. “There is nothing to talk Jimin!” you shouted.

“I know I’m nothing more than a fuckbuddy to you, I know this past 7 months didn’t meant anything to you!” you quavered for a moment “and- and that I will never be able to call you mine and only mine because you don’t feel for me… like I feel for you” the moment that the words slipped from your lips you knew you had fucked up, the thing you had tried to hide from you and him not being a secret anymore.

You felt like a weight had been lifted up from your shoulders, at this point you didn’t care if he knew the truth because sooner or later he will have known and you would have had to go, better now than later when you would be even more whipped for him, right?

Jimin stayed silent and that was all you needed to rush out of his place and never turn back.

A week had gone by and you were starting to assume that your short “relationship” with Jimin was over, you weren’t gonna lie, you felt like shit, he wasn’t just a random guy, he was Jimin, all the good times you spent together were going to never happen again, but you had never been someone to wallow on self-pity, you knew what you had gotten into when you started fucking regularly, fuck you knew it the morning after you had fucked for the first time.

It meant at least that the weeks- months of pretending to be okay with him and your relationship, the other girls and everything, things that actually stressed you out and drove you crazy at times were done.

You stayed at your dorm, avoided visiting places where you two would use to go, you still had to attend classes, but since he was a dancing major his classes were on the other side of campus, you knew that you couldn’t avoid him for much more time but for the time being you preferred to stay this way.

You had even blocked his number, not because you thought he was gonna text you, you did it in self-preservation because you knew you would text him to apologize and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more.

You were about to leave you dorm to buy ice cream when then someone knocked at your door, you opened without looking through the peephole in consequence you didn’t know that Jimin was the one at the other side of your door, he had eye bags, his head was hanging low and looked overall fucked up, like he was hangover.

“Can I come in?” He whispered looking at you with an expression you couldn’t pin point.

You didn’t want to, he had nothing to say and you didn’t want to hurt anymore, you wouldn’t be able to bear being rejected by him once more.

But you let him in, his eyes were begging you and you couldn’t resist.

“Thank you for letting me in”.

“Ji-Jimin why are you here, I don’t want to-“ He took a step closer and gently put his finger on your lips.

“Sh, let me talk please.” He took his finger away of your lips and looked to the floor. “You didn’t let me explain last time.” You were about to tell him that there was nothing he needed to explain but he spoke first again.

“You can’t just say that and then disappear!” You frowned in confusion, what was he talking about?

“You can’t tell me that you feel… that you feel something more for me and then leave, block my number and never appear again.” He sighed and continued “I went to the coffee shop you spend your Saturdays at, that bench on the park that you like to sit on on sunny days to read a book, I came here a few times but you were never home, and I didn’t know what else to do…”

You were startled, not even once you went with him to the coffee shop or the bench at the park, you had told him about him once or twice but you didn’t think he would remember something so mundane.

“I know that what you saw looks terrible but believe me that I’m not fucking that girl, or anyone besides you, not since months ago… I stopped fucking around with other girls a month after meeting you, that text you saw… the last time she was referring to has been a long ago, way before I met you, sometimes girls text me things like that, I’m not gonna lie, but I don’t answer them, I don’t need to when I have you….”

You were beyond speechless not quite understanding what all meant. “I- I don’t understand.” You stammered.

Jimin sighed and took a step closer to you, this time his hands were cupping your face, and he was looking you straight in the eyes. “I’m guess that what I’m trying to say is that I like you… and that I want to be with you, I know I’m hard to trust, a fuckboy you would say but that changed the morning I woke up next to you for the first time.”

You studied his face, you could tell that he was being serious, but was he someone you could trust? After all… you had so many doubts.

Jimin saw right through you and hastened to speak again. “Give me a chance to do things right, I will never hurt you, I will take care of you, I want to be the best man I can be for you and only you…” you closed your eyes and let him peck your lips once, twice, three times before you whispered “ Mine and only mine?”

And with a real kiss this time he sealed the deal “Yes, yours and only yours.”