#clubjimin

[ressjeon]

desperate | pjm (m.)

pairing: model!jimin x pa!reader

summary: being Jimin's assistant made you immune from his flirty tactics, but somehow you find it hard to resist him when he unusually becomes desperate.

rating: 18+ | word count: 3.8k

genre/au: smut (a bit of plot if you squint)

warnings/content: crude language, masturbation, fellatio, handjob, deepthroating, face fucking?, switch dynamics, a lot of pining ig, cheeky jimin that has many lustful thoughts and he's a brat too oml

a/n: been a long while and this is unplanned as always lmao. was supposed to be posted on the 14th but the universe said no so i couldn’t post it. anyways, this is for the 2nd anniversary of this blog’s official debut in this community so why not post a fic of the person who made me start writing in the first place, as the first fic of 2023 just like he was my first fic in this blog (just in time with vibe’s release, his solo album announcement and his official partnership with Dior too! 0.0). thank you Jimin for being my light, i love you 🥰

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You’re currently on your knees, helping Jimin out with his problem.

Not that kind, goodness no. He’s been doing practice poses for his shoot as soon as he arrived like he always does in each photoshoot. You ignored his flushed look when he entered the studio, already knowing his morning routine and went straight for the pre-shoot meeting. Everything was smooth until you noticed some stain on his black pants when you were checking him for any final touches.

So here you are now, dabbing the wet wipes around the spot on his thigh while he’s leaning against the frame of the glass partition behind him. 

He’s lucky that most of the staff are not here yet so you have time to remove the stain from his pants, a cum stain that almost made you scream when he told you sheepishly that it was from some girl he fucked this morning before coming to the studio.

“are you still mad? i told you i didn't realize she’d be a creamer”

In any other situation, this would've been a strange exchange with someone you essentially work for. Jimin has no filter in the way he talks to you but you don’t really mind it as you do the same. You and he have grown closer to one another each day since you started working for him so these types of conversations became normal between you both.

It's one of the perks of Jimin hiring someone around his age for a personal assistant. You've been with him from the very start of his career, barely scraping anything during that time with the both of you fresh from graduation. When he initially asked you, you looked at him incredulously because his plan was quite risky. Jimin understood your hesitance but he was surprised when you finally agreed after a bit of consideration.

Your friends said that it must be the puppy eyes that he constantly gives you but no, you knew of Jimin during college. It’s common knowledge from your mutual acquaintances of how hardworking he is and you’ve witnessed it a few times before so you said yes because why not. You're both in the same boat anyways, still looking for other jobs and who knows, if this works then it will be great for your future careers. 

You remember when Jimin got his very first paycheck, running up to you with a tight hug and asking you something that you’ve been wanting for a while. You were confused but then he cracked a smile and revealed that he wanted to treat you as a gratitude for doing your best to find casting calls and gigs for him. You were happy of course, with both of your hard work finally coming to fruition.

This dynamic you have with Jimin as a very close friend and colleague has been pretty balanced as the years go by. There are times when you fought, unavoidable with your contrasting personalities but you both became comfortable with one another regardless. This makes your teamwork efficient with more understanding from both sides as your relationship gets closer.

“believe me, it’s hers, not mine i swear” he adds, repeating what he explained earlier when you don’t answer him.

Thoughts aside, you do, of course, believe him because Jimin’s one of the most responsible guys you’ve ever known. He always comes prepared for photoshoots and arrives early to do last-minute check-ups despite what his shenanigans are the night before like earlier today. He’ll never go bare with anyone to avoid risks because he already experienced some scares before from past hookups.

No answer from you still but it’s partly because you've been in shambles on the inside with what you feel for him these days. You’re not only annoyed by this whole thing but you also felt uneasy at what he said. You’ve been used to it but you somehow felt the sting when he explicitly laid out his latest hookup. 

You’ll never admit to yourself or him why because it would be unprofessional.

At the same time, you’ve also been fighting to focus only on finishing up what you’re doing, occasionally straying your eyes toward the glass windows to calm yourself down. He was practically naked in front of you, with his damn gold necklace where its round pendant dances around his belly button and pointing down to the huge bulge he was sporting. And it would’ve helped if he’s covered, at least while you’re still on the floor. But apparently, he felt the need to not zip it up and just wear it as it is, torturing you with his sculpted body. 

You shouldn’t mind it but you’re a bit suspicious because Jimin’s always been involved in his photoshoots. He always consults with you regarding his outfits even if it’s not part of your job. He often asks for your input as well, discussing his ideas with you before he gives them a go. For this shoot, he picked this specific hooded jacket among all the ones that you’ve shown him, insisting on wearing it without anything under it because this one is apparently very loose. 

Which became an immense distraction to you. 

You remember zoning out earlier in the meeting room when Jimin was picking the final photos from his pre-shoot, trying all the concepts that he’s been wanting to do. You were already a mess with his slicked-back hair and exposed body along with his tight pants. And now you couldn't stop staring at his veiny hands as they hovered around the pictures. The gold rings on both of his index fingers didn’t help either, turning your focus on them instead of listening to him explaining to you and his stylist. 

Jimin of course notices and teases you like always. Though he’s been doing it more frequently these days, adding more to the brewing tension between you. 

He ran his fingers through the pinned pictures on the pegboard and casually picked up the pictures near where you were standing by the edge of the table. He leans closer and closer so you have to fight the urge to look at him, instead focusing your attention on talking with this stylist.

“you alright, __?”

You just scoff and roll your eyes at him, brushing him off with an excuse of being sleep deprived. He’s doing this on purpose, he could’ve lied to you earlier about fucking someone because how is he still hard? Thankfully he zipped up for now so his oversized jacket covers it but you knew he had a hunch about why you’d been acting weird around him right now.

Jimin's been smiling, knowing that his current hairstyle has been your favourite. He noticed it when he had his rainbow blond one last time where you couldn't stop touching his hair, hands constantly on it whether hair spraying it or simply tugging its strands whenever you can, reasoning that it's looking messy though it's not.

You couldn't stop looking at him too, eyes staying on him more than you ever did since working for him. That's why he specifically talked to the stylist and the photographer about bringing this hairstyle back for this photoshoot since it’ll also fit with his whole look. Also, you’ve been sneaking glances at him today which has been lifting up his mood. It just adds to how hard his dick is already, affecting you this much makes him very excited for today.

“Jimin, you can't do the shoot with this” you will yourself to ask, relieved that your voice came out sterned. When you look up at him, Jimin swears that his cock just twitched at the view of you in this position, his thoughts playing a different scenario where you’re giving him the suck of his life.

“then help me..” he mindlessly responded, totally not paying attention to what you’re referring to. He's not sure really, his mind’s still hazy and all he can think of is the ache of his balls from not being able to cum earlier.

“i’m trying” you grumble, ignoring his pouting. He’s adorable when he’s like this, and he uses that on you when he wants something. Sometimes it works when he combines it with his affectionate touches but you have to be strong this time. You’re not even sure what he’s specifically talking about but then you’ve also been occupied in trying to fight off your growing lust for him. 

Jimin’s pout turns into a grin after catching your eyes flickering from looking anywhere and on his bulge again, he can sense how your hand’s so tempted to touch it with how much you’re gripping his pants. Your hand continues to fidget, eyes unfocused as you continue to wipe off that stain as hard as you can just in case. You don’t look annoyed now either, but you’re wearing a struggling expression that tells him just how conflicted you are at this moment.

You’re beyond torn because that fucking tent of his pants is dissolving your annoyance little by little with sinful thoughts already creeping up your mind the longer you stay down the floor. 

“where are you looking at?”

“the city view looks good from here”

You automatically answer, clearing your throat in the process before gathering up the pack of wet wipes and the damp cloth along with a bowl of cold water from the ground. You avoid looking at Jimin’s face because you knew he was going to try something now that he noticed your slight slip of judgment.

“yeah, the view is amazing but my view from here is better”

“up or down?” 

“both, but i’d say down. you’d say the opposite, right __?”

You almost dropped what you're holding at his remark but this is nothing new to you: Jimin shamelessly throwing his lewd innuendos at you at any chance he got. You indulge him in it, after all, it’s just harmless flirting between friends, something that you never expected when you took this job. Sometimes it's part of your banter, you doing the same thing to him which catches him off guard sometimes when he's focusing on something while working. You especially do it when discussions of his escapades come to light, which you helped in arranging because of his demanding schedules.

Yes, you’re this dedicated to your job even if it sometimes causes an ache in your heart. 

“why? didn’t you fuck someone?” you deflect, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’s affecting you.

“yeah but i didn’t get to cum, couldn’t…” he trails off as he closes his eyes and grabs his crotch to hopefully feel a little bit of comfort but it's no use. He wants to tell you why he couldn't, wants to let you know who has been stopping him from getting off with other people but you don't care anyways.

“then get rid of it, you still have time”

You state with urgency, nervously looking around if anyone saw but everyone’s been doing their own thing. Patting his thigh, you stand up from your kneeling position and push aside your want to help him in getting rid of it. He might be good at hiding his expressions but he does look like he’s been struggling for hours since he arrived on set. Jimin didn’t do anything but huff before retreating to the dressing room to take care of his problem.

Now that most of the staff are here, you check in with them for any possible last-minute changes. It took your mind off Jimin a bit but your eyes couldn’t stop glancing at the door of his dressing room. You shake your head, pushing yourself to focus on your current task. It’s still early but you want to make sure Jimin’s ready when the scheduled time for his photoshoot is on. This is an important shoot for him so you just hope that he finishes as soon as possible to not keep everyone waiting. 

After you’ve double-checked everything, you decide to fetch Jimin. Nearing his door though is making you more agitated than you already are. You’re about to knock when you hear his loud, sexy groan. fuck. 

You haven't really heard how Jimin sounds properly because each time you catch him fucking someone, either during his breaks or random times when you need something for him to confirm, his partners’ moans usually overpower his so this is quite new, and you won’t deny that you'd love to hear more of it.

“oh fuck..fuck”

Jimin being this loud causes you to panic at the possibility of anyone in the studio hearing him like this. This might not be new for some of the staff but still, you just don’t want everyone to hear how he sounds like. 

You took a deep breath before wandering your eyes around if anyone was watching but thankfully, everyone was busy.

.

He wonders if you’re listening, purposely moaning louder than he intends to as he fists his cock. You probably don’t care and if you ever catch him, you’ll just ignore his attempts and scold him for taking too long at this. It’s always been the case with you but he does find it amusing to piss you off more.

So when he hears the door opening, a smirk creeps up on his face before opening his half-lidded eyes.

“y–”

“shut up” you seethe as you approach his propping form on his vanity. He thinks it's just one of his imaginations again, indulging him with his fantasies. But when he feels you grab the chain of his wrap necklace towards you, his eyes open fully before releasing a small gasp. The smaller chain loop fastens gradually around his neck when you begin pulling its long chain gently while looking into his eyes. He maintains eye contact and you notice the hunger and mischief in them as you continue to pull his necklace.

“s-shit” he whines quietly, though the smirk still remains on his gorgeous face as his hand continues to stroke his cock even faster. His other hand reaches for the dark bottle of lube, bringing it in front of you before pumping its nozzle on his very angry tip.

He closes his eyes again, placing the bottle back on the table while his other hand spreads the lube around his dick. You’re speechless for a second with this whole show he’s putting on, pausing to watch him. It’s when his other hand comes up in an attempt to touch you to come closer that breaks your reverie, swatting his hand away.

You stare him down, brows scrunching while contemplating what to do next. This would be crossing whatever boundaries you have with Jimin both in your personal and professional relationship. You had to look away from him to think this through. You’re used to seeing him semi-naked with other people before but not like this. Him now naked from the waist down in front of you, his tight black pants pooling around his ankles.

It’s Jimin’s desperate whimpers that made your mind up. There’s no point in denying wanting the same thing he desires from you.

“i’ll help you but don't make a sound” you command and he nods, too fucked out to respond because all he wants is his release.

Your hand replaces his before you kneel on the hard floor, immediately swallowing his cock to not waste more time. One of Jimin’s hands is on your head at once, not gripping your hair but just holding onto you for support because fuck, your mouth feels so much better than his hands, hell it's even better than pussies he’s had before.

It’s you, of course, Jimin has always thought about how much better you’ll be at pleasuring him than others. He smiles after noticing your demeanour change as soon as your mouth envelops him. It must be the lube flavour that he specifically picked knowing apple’s one of your favourites. Your mouth is greedily sucking him in now, warm tongue lapping up the entirety of his cock.

"you were drooling for my cock earlier, hmm? bet you wouldn't mind sucking me off in front of everyone outside" his mocking tone shudders, his attempt of gaining control wavering with you being encouraged by what he said. You bob your head faster, opening your mouth more to take him deeper cause the view from where you are is spurring you to do more. Jimin in his fucked out glory is a sight to watch, his gold link earrings swaying as he tosses his head back, his plump lips getting swollen from him biting them to hold his moans in.

You want to see more of it. 

When Jimin’s not closing his eyes from the pleasure, they never leave yours as he stares right into them. He surprises you when he gets up from leaning on the vanity, his hand moving from the top of your head down to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. This made him push deeper into your mouth so you loosen your jaw, the new angle allowing more of his length in your mouth. As soon as his tip reaches the back of your throat, you’re unable to stop releasing gurgling moans when it nudges further.

“can’t..believe..you’re.. choking on my cock right now..”

Jimin rasps needily as he rolls his hips slowly, deeper with each thrust. The vibrations from your moans are not helping him in holding his orgasm longer. He’s been trying hard because he wants to prolong this, relish this view of you on your knees and your mouth on him because who knows if this will ever happen again. He’s losing himself, grinding on your face while his hand starts massaging your nape in time with his thrusts.

Now you’re confused because you for sure thought that he’ll start fucking your throat roughly the moment you allowed him but he’s not. You take a deep breath through your nose as you come up, readying your throat in case he’ll change his mind later when he’s close to cumming. But the way he’s touching your nape is making you relax, distracting you from your main reason for helping him in the first place.

He’s close already, his cock's been throbbing before you started bobbing your head earlier. His pace also changes a bit faster but is still slow and you’re confused as to why he’s been holding back. His breathing turns erratic and his lower abs are flexing. You know it so before he does so dig your nails into both of his meaty thighs before one of your hands leaves and pushes away his hold on your head. 

You take him deeper until your lips reach the skin of his crotch, immediately pushing back when he grabs your head again, releasing his cock from your mouth which causes Jimin to whimper in frustration.

“that's for making me wipe other girl's cum on your pants” you glare at him, voice hoarse from taking him that deep in your throat. Standing up from kneeling was making your legs wonky, feeling numb from your previous position but your mind’s not on it with your prior annoyance resurfacing because of his attempt to pacify you.

Jimin, however, begins laughing.

Your brows rise from his reaction, totally not expecting this because you were really sure that you already got him under you.

“so you’re jealous after all,”

“i’m not, i wouldn’t help you if i were” you counter, avoiding his eyes as you pull his jacket back on him, it was slipping on one side already, showing his muscular arms and the tattoo on his ribs. Your fingers have minds of their own when you start tracing each of the letters, causing Jimin to shiver at your touches but the devilish smile remains on his handsome face.

“but you’re doing it to prove something, right?”

You don’t know how to answer him and you don’t want to tell him the truth because it’ll just feed his already massive ego. Instead, you grab his swollen dick, hot and heavy in your hands and begin stroking him roughly. The slick from the lube, his precum and your saliva made it easier for your plan. There’s no way you’ll let him, he’ll never be able to make you admit it.

The smile disappears from his lips as his whole body shakes with a cry, not expecting your punishing pace on him. You want to look at him, to watch his smug face morph back into a pliant one.

But you can’t.

Jimin couldn't cum earlier while fucking another girl because all he can think about is you and now you’re doing what exactly he’s been imagining for months, years. You’re still not looking at him, your brows scrunching in focus on jerking him off. He can’t stop himself from bucking into your hands when your thumb starts flicking his mushroom tip, nudging his frenulum with your index finger before squeezing his shaft each time you do it.

You’re honestly amazed at how Jimin manages to hold off his climax this long but it shouldn’t surprise you when he has such incredible control of his body. It’s when your other hand reaches out to pull his necklace again to pull him towards you, that he finally gives in. It never crossed your mind that modifying this necklace by combining it with his gold link could serve as an advantage for you when playing with him.

Jimin’s hand leaves the table to muffle his mouth, eyes somewhat begging you to let him cum. You smile and he lets himself go through a series of incoherent cries, still covering his mouth like you ordered him to. And despite knowing how loud he can be, you quickly move to remove his hands to finally hear the delicious moans that he’s been obediently keeping. 

He continues to rock his hips despite the overstimulation, trying to catch your eyes and when you do look up, he’s back to purposely biting his lips as he gapes at you with his dark brown eyes.

He’s grinning while still biting his lips as he shoots more of his cum into your hands, it’s spilling all over but most of it landed on your black sheer top, especially on the sleeves.

“Jimin what the fuck! you came so much..” your enamoured eyes are focusing on his slit that’s still releasing loads of his sticky cum around your fingers.

“yeah, been holding them back” for you, he wants to add but he just chuckles, breathlessly and all giddy while eyeing you. It could be high from his mind-blowing orgasm but it’s more with how he basically just covered you with his cum.

You look cute when you’re annoyed, grumbling because of the stains on your sheer puffy top. Some of them are on your black leather pants too, and this just adds to his amusement as he watches you walking around frantically, looking for something to clean you both up with before his photoshoot finally commences in about a minute or so.

Jimin’s not sorry of course, seeing his cum stains on you is stirring something carnal in him. It's his way of marking you because you're his now, well, kind of. He'll just make sure to properly mark you next time.

e/n: i initially wrote this around the time it came out and during his birthday but wasn’t planning on posting it until later cuz i do have other priority fics but i just have to since i wasn’t able to post him last year 😭

[heartonthejindow]

"we seven mates, mates; 잘 봐 we got us" 🥺😭

[spellofwinter]

jimin’s pretty tattoos ♡

[yoonstudios]

yoongi's gentle words on human connection ♡ ↳ suchwita episode #7

[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Drunken Love (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: ~6k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, tipsy sex (but sober enough to consent!!), light Dom!Reader, subby Jimin

(A/N): I’m really proud of myself for finishing this today. Also I almost forgot to post before I fell asleep lmao oops

You’re the designated driver tonight. Jimin is more than a little tipsy now, having promised you earlier not to drink too much, yet he still reached out his glass when they popped open another bottle, instructing Jungkook to fill it to the brim. You’d stopped him and snatched his glass away causing him to pout and the other boys to boo at you. 

“Just one more glass, baby, please??” He begged with his best puppy eyes, but the last time you agreed he ended up crying on the floor of your shared bathroom and refusing all of your attempts to get him ready for bed like a stubborn child. And you’d be damned if you let that happen again, so instead you ordered him a glass of water and offered a kiss as an apology. Thank goodness you made him eat something before you went out; who knows how fucked up he’d be if you hadn’t. 

Anyway, now you’ve made your way home, pulling into your driveway and placing the car in park, only to find Jimin staring at you longingly. He cheeks are that pretty shade of pink they get each time he drinks and his hair is fluffed from all the times he’d run his hands through it tonight. As you stare back at him he doesn’t say a word, only offering you a goofy smile when you instruct him to leave the car. He follows a few paces behind you on the way to the door, silent while you unlock it and push it open, but when you step through the threshold he doesn’t follow. With furrowed eyebrows, you turn to find him standing on the doorstep looking back at you with that same longing expression, wiping his hands on his pants as if he’s nervous about something.

“Are you coming in?” You quirk your head to the side in confusion when he doesn’t move. “C’mon.” You reach your left hand out to him to encourage him to follow you inside, but instead, when he takes it he pulls you closer, frowning slightly.

“Baby, I love you so much.” Jimin presses a kiss to your lips that you gladly accept with a chuckle. Although he can sometimes be a messy drunk, he always gets sappy and affectionate with you, more than he already is. What you don’t expect, however, is for him to lower himself down onto one knee before you, clutching your hand tightly. “Will you marry me?” Your mouth drops open but he continues before you get a word in. “(Y/n), I love you so, so much and I just think you’re such a beautiful person, like, you’re just so fucking perfect. I always want you by my side, jagiya. I can’t live without you.”

You can’t help but laugh at his confession, biting your lip at his cuteness as you peer down at him from your position. He looks up at you in anticipation, his sincere eyes melting your heart. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” He responds meekly, eyes wet. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a ring for you right now but I’m serious.” An endearing look takes over your face and you reach out with your right hand to brush loose strands of hair away from his lovely face. 

“I’m glad you feel that way, baby. Don’t worry about the ring, you already got me one.” With this, you nod to the hand still clutched in his, his fingers subconsciously playing with the diamond already perched there. He looks down at it but you can see his brain isn’t computing with this means. His head tilts in confusion. “Jagiya, we’re already married! The wedding was last year, remember?”

At this, he pauses, thinking for a moment before it dawns on him. He makes a sound of realization, mumbling “oh yeah, I do remember that” and rising to his feet. A bashful smile graces his cheeks and all you can do is shake your head, walking into the house and beckoning him in after you.

“Now get your drunk ass in this house before bugs fly in.” You grin, swatting at the moths surrounding the porch light. 

“Yes ma’am.” He follows obediently this time, taking off his shoes and making his way into the house. 

You find yourself making noodles for him upon his request, deciding not to fuss about it because you don’t entirely trust him to use any kitchen appliances right now. You make a bowl for yourself and eat with him on the couch while watching an episode of whatever show he was in the mood for. By the time the next episode starts Jimin is fast asleep next to you, and instead of waking him up you simply cuddle into his side and continue watching the show. You aren’t really in the mood to get cleaned up yourself so being lazy for another 30 minutes won’t hurt. Well, actually, another hour and a half. Each episode kept ending on a cliffhanger and you couldn’t just stop watching there and go to bed without knowing what happens. You’ve seen this show before, of course, but it’s exciting every time you watch it. The next time you check the clock, you gasp at how late it’s gotten. Deciding it’s finally time to get up, you look over at your sleeping husband who fidgets when your weight leaves his side. 

“He’s so cute.” You whisper to yourself, taking one hand and squishing his rounded, pink cheeks between your fingers until his lips are puckered. His eyes crack open ever so slightly at the sound of your giggle, glancing at you lazily before shutting again. “Baby, it’s time to get ready for bed.” You tell him in a hushed tone, trying not to ruin the sleepy atmosphere of your home. Jimin takes a second to respond, groaning softly and reaching out to you, to which you take his hint and swing your leg over him, straddling his hips to sit comfortably in his lap. He peers up at you with half-shut eyes and a pout and you just can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss it. Soft and pillowy against yours, the innocence of his lips is nothing like the stiffness you feel pressing into your thigh.

Dammit. You thought you’d gotten off easy tonight, but you have no such luck. Aside from getting sappy and proposing to you again, Jimin always tends to get horny when he drinks— whether you’re there with him or not while he’s out, he can’t seem to think of anything other than touching you— and you’re always left dealing with his semi hard-on and wandering hands once he gets home. If you’d gone to bed without him, he’d go as far as waking you up with his neediness instead of handling it himself, so you know you won’t be able to escape him easily tonight. Not that you want to. Your sex drive is just as high as his most of the time and simply feeling his arousal is enough to get your insides stirring on most occasions. Tonight is no different.

His hands slither around your waist to grab hold of your ass through the material of your skirt, subtly grinding your hips on him as he indulges in your mouth. Breaking from the kiss, you lightly place a hand over his crotch, not missing the way his hips squirm for friction. “Jimin, it’s late.” You try to reason (halfheartedly, of course), but the expression of lust only deepens as he looks at the way your wet lips form the words. 

“‘M not sleepy anymore.” He mumbles, planting sultry kisses along your collarbone. “Can’t sleep when I’m hard.”

“You were sleeping just fine a minute ago.” You laugh, breath hitching when his teeth catch your skin. You don’t mind taking care of him right now, and honestly you never do, but you have to put up at least a little resistance. Otherwise he’ll think you’re weak when it comes to him. And you are, but he doesn’t need to know just how irresistible he is to you. 

He doesn’t argue your point, instead sucking light bruises into your neck that he knows are just dark enough for people to see when you leave the house tomorrow. You love when he claims you that way, marking you as his as if the rock on your finger isn’t enough evidence. His possessiveness over you doesn’t change even when he tends to be submissive on drunk nights like these. “Will you take care of it for me, baby? Please?” The airy quality of his voice is all it takes to convince you, the hand that rests on his bulge now unbuttoning his slacks and palming him over his boxers. 

“You want me to make you cum?” You ask sweetly, tracing the outline of his growing cock through the material. He’s impressive even when only half hard and your mouth drools when you think about just how good it feels when he’s using it. Pulling it out of its confines, you spit on your palm to offer him a few wet strokes, fascinated by how quickly he hardens in your grasp. Many times you have sat and stared at the magical way he doubles in size, how the skin stretches to accommodate the length, how the color changes with the rush of blood through the veins that pulse at the surface. The sight is so sexy to you that you barely suppress a groan when he finally stands erect in your palm. 

“Yes, please.” Jimin whispers, leaning his head against the back of the couch as your fingers tease his tip. You use the tip of your fingers to tickle the flesh of his tip, smirking at the way he throbs, before enclosing your fist around his head and stroking all the way to the base. You take up a leisurely pace, watching the flickers of pleasure flit across his handsome face each time your wrist twists or your grip tightens. 

Jimin loves the way you touch him. There’s something about how your eyes remain trained on your movements and how you nibble on your lower lip that tells him you enjoy this just as much as he does. The weight of him in your hands makes your mouth water, each caress up his length so careful and calculated— like you’re studying him to see just how much you can make him squirm. But you don’t need to study him, you already know him inside and out, so when you shift tactics he knows it’s because you want him to cum as quickly as possible. With both hands— and some more spit and precum as lube— you begin a quick pace up and down his cock. Almost as if you were fucking him with your hands. Jimin chokes on a moan at the suddenness, his sweet tenor going up in pitch when you squeeze just a little tighter. He doesn’t know when his eyes slide closed, but he’s completely engrossed in the euphoria of your skills, giving his full body for you to play with.

“Mm, baby, look at how much you’re leaking for me.” You mewl to him, and he peeks his eyes open to stare at the stream of precum dribbling from his slit. He feels how slippery it gets when you spread it, the glossy glide and your accompanying moans having his hips jumping restlessly beneath you. “Stay still.” You command sharply but quietly, meeting his eyes with a quick yet powerful glare. He whines so softly in the back of his throat that he doesn’t think you’ll hear it, but you do and immediately stop your hands. “If you were just going to fuck yourself then you could’ve taken care of this on your own and I could’ve gone to bed. But you asked me to take care of it, did you not?”

With a shaky breath, Jimin squeaks out a yes, eyes wide after being reprimanded and desperate for you to resume. You know Jimin thrives from praise, which makes it even more effective when you scold him. You only need to tell him once when it comes to things like this because he loves to please you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a little kick out of seeing his submissive expression every time. So you scold him for moving his hips when you usually love how desperate he looks when fucking into your hands or mouth.

“Okay, then sit still and take it and you’ll get to cum.” At this he slumps deeper into the couch, relaxing his entire body until you start up again and his abs flex at the pleasure. Wishing you could see this, one of your hands skims up to lift his shirt, raising it up to his chin level to expose his abdomen. “Hold this.” You tell him, and he obediently takes the edge of the shirt between his teeth to keep it raised. The amusement in your eyes makes his nipples harden as you murmur a “good boy” with a pinch to each of the peaks. 

Once both of your hands return to his throbbing cock, he knows he’s a goner. The squelch of you working him up and down has his eyes rolling even though you choose to go at a slower pace than before. Sweat has accumulated on his flushed skin, his neck red and shiny when he throws his head back, and you take this chance to leave light marks to match your own on his collarbones— making sure they’re light enough to fade within a day. You don’t even realize that you’re moaning along with him, the noises quiet and needy, but so close to his ear that he can’t miss them. He also doesn’t miss the subtle way you wiggle your hips in search of friction, most likely leaking through your panties under the skirt you’re wearing. It takes all of his strength to hold his own hips still, panting raggedly every time your top hand twists around his tip. He becomes impatient for his oncoming orgasm, wanting nothing more than to cum from your touch after being horny for so long.

“F-Faster, please. ‘M close-“ he slurs, no longer drunk from alcohol yet feeling his head spin for an entirely different reason now. And when his eyes meet your own he can see that you’ve also become intoxicated with lust, biting your lip and breathing heavily as your lower hand slides down to cup his balls, the top one speeding up and focusing on his tip. “Oh fuuuck,” he groans, digging his fingers into your thighs to keep himself from thrusting into your hand to completion. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my hand.” You whisper in his ear, licking your way down until you suck one of his nipples into your mouth. It feels so good when you twirl your tongue around the bud, the sensations going straight to the place between his legs where your hands are furiously working, and he lets out his loudest moan yet, his thighs trembling beneath you. Seeing Jimin so submissive and needy like this makes your clit throb and your hands speed up, tugging lightly on his balls as they also start to tighten and throb with his built up release. But what sends him over the edge is when you switch to sucking at his other nipple and your teeth bite down on the pert nub softly, the spark of pain sending him flying into a colorful high that has his voice breaking with whines of your name and curses and a few stray tears down his reddened cheeks. Ropes of his semen soil your hand, dripping down your knuckles and his shaft in thick globs. You watch in rapt fascination at the way he twitches when you milk the last drops out of him, slathering the white liquid against his skin messily. 

Jimin’s eyes look to yours for approval after he collects himself a bit, only to find your face to be contorted in an expression of pained lust. Yes, you only did this to help him out, but it’s clear that you now need help too— which is very convenient because Jimin is just dying to pay you back for the amazing orgasm you just brought him. He drops the shirt from his mouth, leaning up to capture your lips in a grateful kiss that you break far too quickly for his liking.

“We should head to bed.” You whisper to him, shuffling off of his lap before he can protest and cleaning up the rest of your things from the coffee table. He huffs before pushing off of the couch, following closely behind you as you switch off the lights on the way to your bedroom. 

Suddenly, his arms wrap around you, spinning you against the wall of the hallway, pressing your back to it, an impatient and hungry look in his eyes that has your heart skipping a beat. His bold move doesn’t change the submissiveness you sense in him, however, because the look in his eye tells you that you’re still the one in control. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he attacks your mouth with his, this time pressing you against the wall so you can’t break away as easily. His tongue mingles with yours and you taste noodles and champagne, a silly reminder of tonight’s events, but the thought is soon forgotten when his hands start sliding lower on your hips. They immediately slip under your skirt to feel at the wet patch he knew he’d find in the center of your panties. Just the pressure of two of his fingers is enough to have you twitching, and Jimin pushes the material to the side to feel your arousal directly. 

He swears there’s a lake between your legs when he dips his fingers into your entrance, your pussy drooling for him just because of a handjob, and suddenly Jimin wants to absolutely drown in you. His knees hit the floor faster than you can register. You can see his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he rushes to push your skirt and panties out of the way, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder so hastily that it almost knocks you off balance and you have to clutch onto his sturdy shoulders to stabilize. His eyes look desperate as he gazes at the magic between your thighs, a sight he’s seen countless times but finds just as mesmerizing as the first time he laid eyes on you. He can never get enough of your juicy lower lips, or the slick pink pearl that swells and throbs for attention, or the shiny slick that drips down in one long string from your opening and sticks onto your thighs, making it so very tempting to simply slide his thick length into you just to feel you make a mess of his lap. But that’ll have to wait until later because having you spread out like his favorite meal is making Jimin’s mouth water uncontrollably and he can no longer hold himself back. 

Looking to you for permission, he dives in head first when you nod your approval, your eyes holding the same desperation as his. His hands are warm as they grip your ass, pulling you close to his face so that he can lick up the entirety of your core in one single swipe, drinking down your essence like the flute of champagne he downed earlier in the night. Except, you have a much sweeter taste than even the finest champagne. He moans deeply as you coat his tongue, pushing the muscle into your hole as far as it will go, caressing your walls just to tease you and get you to clench for him. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” you giggle breathlessly, running your fingertips through his silky hair after removing your top. “How do I taste?”

“Absolutely divine,” Jimin hums with his mouth full of pussy, barely pulling away enough to speak. You grin, massaging his scalp as a reward when he plants a firm kiss on your clit. 

“Good. Now be a good boy and make me cum.” And he does just that, attacking your clit with flicks of his tongue that make you shake. He knows just the right amount of pressure to use, starting gently with teasing circles with the tip of his tongue and gradually working his way up until he’s using the flat of his tongue to devour you whole. Your voice echos in the emptiness of the hallway, back arching off the wall when his fingers enter you and immediately reach up into the spongy spot inside you. It’s been less than 5 minutes and you’re already rocking your hips, fucking yourself against his face as he continues to lick and suck at your nerves. Despite having just recently cum, Jimin feels his cock coming back to life with every moan of his name, every pulse he feels around his fingers, every tug on the roots of his hair. His free hand grabs a handful of your ass, pulling you ever closer and smothering himself in your heat, covering his face in your taste and smell and absolutely loving it.

Seeing him so lost in you is what gets you to the edge, your hands searching the smooth walls for something to grab onto until they land on the back of his head to hold him in place, encouraging him to keep going. “Fuck!” You curse, voice now taking on a whiny quality as you approach your high. Far too absorbed in the feeling of him sucking and licking wetly on your clit, you pray your supporting leg doesn’t give out on you in this moment as you feel your knee wobbling weakly already. But your husband is nothing if not attentive, and just as you think this he uses his strength to raise you up higher, practically lifting you off the ground and never faltering in his pace. The display of strength and the way his muscles bulge from his arms and shoulders has you panting breathlessly in his hold and the knot in your core winds up so tightly that you let out a little shriek when it reaches its peak, Jimin’s eyes now staring up at you as you grind against his tongue and use him to get your orgasm. When you cum your head flies back, smacking into the wall, but you feel nothing but the blinding bliss of Jimin’s tongue licking you slowly and drinking up the essence that leaks from you. He swallows it down like his favorite wine, holding you to his face and indulging in you for as long as you’ll allow him. 

You signal him to stop with a push to his forehead and he’s careful when steadying your feet on the ground, sneaking a few more kisses to your mound before standing up himself. His soft hands never leave your waist as he watches you recover. They skim up and down your sides in a way that’s comforting but also tells you that he’s ready for more if you are. There’s silence as he looks at you, completely prepared to obey whatever you tell him— whether that be “let’s shower and head to sleep” or “fuck me into oblivion”. Thankfully for him, it’s the latter. Your hands reach for his stiffened cock, pumping him back to full hardness and smirking at his dropped jaw. 

“You’re so good at eating pussy.” You giggle, at a loss for words yourself. Leaning forward, you kiss up the skin of his sweat soaked neck, reveling in the shudders that course through his body at the gentle touch of your lips. Your tongue peeks out to trace the shell of his ear before you’re whispering to him again. “I want you to fuck me.”

Faster than you can blink, Jimin’s hands are pulling at your thighs, lifting you from the ground to wrap them around his waist as he pins you against the wall. Lips sloppily finding yours, it’s hard to catch your breath when he’s swallowing you whole like this, desperate to get inside you and show how much he wants you— how much you turn him on, how badly he needs every bit of you. Wordlessly, you guide his tip to your entrance, not surprised that there’s a trail of your wetness hanging down from your body that he easily captures and smears back into you. That first stroke has always been one of your favorite things about sex with Jimin. No matter how fast paced and needy both of you are, things always slow down when it’s time for him to push inside of you. He always waits just a second to catch your eyes before pushing in, making sure you’re ready and wanting to see your expression when the first few inches of his cock squeeze past your ring of muscles. You gasp, pulling him closer and staring deep into his eyes as he continues to descend into your depths, filling you up so deliciously that your head begins to spin. You only break eye contact to watch the last half of his hardness disappear into you and his pelvis press against you in that way that makes you want to keep him there forever. And the feeling is mutual.

The inside of your pussy is so soft and warm that Jimin thinks he could live there, enveloped in your silky wetness until the end of his days. The bliss he feels when he pulls back and your walls cling onto him with such greed makes him eager to thrust back in, reaching deeper with each press of his hips that follows. Your fingers grip onto his shoulders, head thrown back at the way he fucks you so perfectly, his pace slow enough that you can feel how his thick length stretches you, yet fast enough that you feel fireworks shooting up your spine and exploding throughout your body. 

“Shit, jagiya, you feel so fucking good!” Your husband groans, eyes never leaving your face. His hands have a death grip on your ass, holding you up and in place so he can pound into you. Your voice moans out for him without restraint, your heels digging into his back to make sure he stays as close as possible, as deep as possible. His hips roll expertly, searching and finding that sensitive spot inside you that makes you yelp in pleasure and squeeze your thighs tighter. “Do you like that, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He asks, though you’re certain your body language is giving him a clear answer. Briefly, you remember that he wants you to be in charge, but you can’t drop the whine from your voice with the way he’s making your mind go blank like this.

“Yes yes! You make me feel so good, Jimin, please don’t stop!” You cry out, sure your face is wrinkled in an almost pained expression. But it only serves to encourage him more, hips snapping into you faster and more powerfully until you are practically bouncing up the wall. The skin of your back isn’t happy with the motion but your pussy is. It coats him in layer after layer of slick, his cock making you wetter every time his tip slams into that spongy spot inside you. You’re babbling by this point, pleading for him to keep fucking you even as sweat pours down his face and chest from exertion and even when his limbs shake from how close he’s getting to his own orgasm.

He slows to a subtle grind as he tries to calm himself, burying his face in your delicate neck and pressing you closer to his body. Both of you close your eyes and get lost in the rocking motion, breaths ragged in each other’s ears. His cheek presses against yours to nuzzle into you and you press back to show how much you absolutely adore him. He’s fucking you in the hallway of your home at an ungodly hour of the night— well technically morning now— and you still can’t get enough of him. Not even with his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he circles his hips. Not even with your sweat staining an outline of your back and ass crack against the wall. Not even with his fingers holding onto you so securely that you may very well have his fingerprints imprinted into your skin when he lets go.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” You ask in a sultry voice, not unaware of how he throbs within you. 

“Yes, please.” Jimin moans in the voice he only uses when he’s close. Taking note of how his arms seem to be tired from holding you up, you offer him some reprieve.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Immediately, he pulls out of you and places you on the ground, kissing your lips before practically running to the bedroom, stripping his clothes along the way. Watching his ass as he leaves you makes you giggle, the globes jiggling a little as he hops on one foot to snatch his pants and boxers off. You rid yourself of your own clothing as you follow behind him, picking up the trail he left in his eagerness. 

When you enter the room Jimin is already laying on the bed, looking at the way you saunter toward him after you remove your last garment. His hand flies to his dick, taking a gentle hold and pumping slowly as not to overexcite himself before you get the chance to touch him again, and the sight makes you want to lose control and take him down your throat. God, his hand looks so hot wrapped around himself like that, spreading your essence around his shiny skin— but no, you’re committed to teasing him in this moment. Ever so slowly, you crawl onto the bed, making your way to him like a panther stalking it’s prey. And Jimin presents himself as the most docile creature there is, eyes wide and hesitant, yet just as hungry as your own. You skim your lips up his muscular thighs until you leave kisses on his hip bones, noting how he twitches and gasps at your slow movements and light touches. He’s well aware that you have the power to take away his orgasm (though he doesn’t know you don’t have the heart to do it tonight) so he doesn’t protest when you push his hand away from his cock and continue to tease around it. The muscles in his abdomen tense as you trace your fingers up their lines, using your nails on their way back down to tickle his wired nerves, and he’s so sensitive that he can hardly handle that without thrusting up into the open air. A single one of your fingers distracts itself with one of his nipples as you move to straddle him, seating yourself on the hot skin of his dick without putting him inside. He’s at his wit’s end, you can tell, but your boy is always so patient and obedient, and you have to praise him for it.

“You’re such a good boy, waiting for me like this,” you smile. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate for me. That’s why I can’t help but tease you.” Adding a roll of your hips, you watch in fascination as your lover tosses his head back into the pillows, jaw slacked and chest heaving. You really should put him out of his misery, but seeing him like this makes you hornier than you’d like to admit and the feeling of his length sliding back and forth against your clit is too good to stop. The look on his face— his furrowed brow, shut eyelids, peach colored cheeks, parted lips that he wets with a quick lick of his skilled tongue— makes you want to keep him like this for as long as possible, but its so late at night and you really should end this quickly. Luckily for you, both of you are already near the edge. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“So so so bad, jagi, please I’ll do anything!” Jimin squeaks, all composure he had gone and replaced by neediness. He opens his eyes to look at you, pleading silently that you’ll give in and you take pity on him.

“Anything?” He nods without hesitation. “Then kiss me.” Leaning forward, you connect lips with him messily, grateful that his hands come up to stabilize your hips because one of yours is reaching down to fit him inside you again. A deep moan sounds against your lips as you finally sink down on him again. He can barely focus on keeping his lips on yours so you pull away first, glancing down to see him peering up at you in question. Words fail him so he conveys what he wants by moving his hips under you, lifting his eyebrows to ask for permission, and the moment you nod he’s using all of his strength to fuck up into you from underneath. 

Jimin has powerful hips that shove you forward, nearly crashing into him from the first thrusts, but the grip he has on your hips keeps you steady above him as he works below. The pace is fast and relentless, hitting you in places that have since gone undiscovered, and you find that you’re the one who’s breathless now. All you can do is support yourself with his chest and hold on for dear life as he fucks the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost out of you with everything he has. It’s reckless and sloppy, sometimes hitting a bit too deep, yet somehow that makes it feel all the more intense and you feel your high mounting alongside his. The loud clap of your thighs hitting his pelvis drowns out the sound of your breathing, but soon the room is filled with both of your moans when Jimin angles his hips just right and makes you clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum, jagi, I can’t hold it.” He gasps, eyes already rolling and body moving on autopilot. But you’re fairing no better, nails now digging into his delicate skin and legs shaking on either side of his body. Or is that just the force of his thrusts shaking you? You have no way to tell and frankly don’t care, not when it feels so fucking good to have him squeezing at your hip bones and begging you to let him cum. “Can I cum? Please let me cum, I’m so fucking close!” Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and you swipe them away as they fall.

“Yes you can cum, my beautiful boy. Cum for me.” Encouraging him gently, you squeeze your walls in anticipation for his seed, and it feels much more intense with the added friction, your limbs rapidly losing control. Jimin nearly shouts at the resistance against his cock, a string of moans and curses leaving his plump, swollen lips. His hips lift off the bed, carrying you with them, and he begins to cum, covering your insides in a sticky white mess that starts to drip back down his shaft immediately. And feeling him pulse inside you with every shot of semen pushes you over the edge too and your pussy flutters around him in bliss. Head thrown back, you look like a goddess atop him, skin dewy, nipples hard, back arched, the sight alone is enough to pull out two more powerful pulses from Jimin’s dick, and both of you collapse into a heap of shuddering, trembling bodies. 

Neither of you can move for several minutes, simply gasping for air into each other’s necks and basking in the aftershocks of your powerful climaxes. His hand rubs along your back as you close your eyes, all of your tiredness hitting you exactly at this moment. It’s late and you want nothing more than to sleep, but Jimin takes it upon himself to be the responsible one this time and encourages you to get up.

“C’mon, we have to clean up.” His fingers continue to stroke up and down, doing nothing to make you want to move from your position. 

“Why can’t we just wait til the morning?” You mumble, perfectly content to just lay there and listen to his heartbeat. 

“Because we’re sweaty and gross and you need to do your UTI pee.” He reasons, this time pushing at your shoulder so that you roll off of him after his soft cock slips out of you. He reaches over to the bedside table and hands you a water bottle, which you sit up to chug until it’s empty, leaving him nothing. He gives you a flat look when you hand the bottle back to him and you send him back a cheesy grin, slouching on the edge of the bed. 

“Can you at least carry me to the bathroom? It’s the least you can do after making me take care of your drunk ass tonight.” You pout to make him feel guilty.

“I was not that drunk!” He retorts, standing up anyway to round the bed and lift you up bridal style.

“You proposed to me again!” You laugh, wrapping your hands around his neck. “How could you forget our wedding? The ‘happiest day of your life’?”

“I just love you so much that I want to get married to you all over again.” Finding his answer satisfactory, you squint your eyes at him so he can’t tell that you’re getting shy, but he knows you too well and smiles widely at his success of winning you over again. Your feet find the tile of the bathroom and it’s silent as you both swiftly clean yourselves up enough for bed, your cheeks still burning from his words.

“Well I love you too, goofball.” You whisper when you’re both finally tucked in the warmth and safety of your sheets.

A/N: Thanks for reading and thank you to everyone that has been patiently waiting for me over the last year! Also, let me know I if the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost line was offensive and I’ll change it. I wrote that when I was really tired and found it too funny to delete 😂

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Vibe

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Perfect

✨ Rated T

✨ Jimin x Taehyung

✨ Complete, 1.3k

✨ Fluff, established relationship, marriage

✨ Thanks to my beloved beta Lulu

✨ Summary: Taehyung and Jimin reminisce on their relationship as they get married.

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[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright: XII. Christmas for You & Me

Previous: XI. Christmas for You & Me

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; Jung Hoseok x Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol AU, SLOW BURN

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Swearing! SEX! Bathroom quickie!!!

Word Count: 907

Summary: Hoseok and Jungkook talk while Yoongi and Jimin fight. 

Notes: Merry & Bright this year is taking the form of one cohesive story involving all of Bangtan! Hope you enjoy this change!

           “I can’t believe you two used to date and I didn’t realize the Joon you talked about is him,” Hoseok said as he pour punch into Jungkook’s empty cup.

           “Yeah, for a couple years,” Jungkook said. “Pretty seriously.”

           “What happened?”

           “I moved to New York.”

           Hoseok understood. “Oh, do you think if you hadn’t, you’d still be together?”

           “I’d like to think so. Hey – who was that he was standing with?”

           “Namjoon?”    

           “Yes,”

           “Seokjin, his old writing partner.”

           “Are they?” Jungkook asked as he took a sip of his punch.

           “I don’t know, there seems to be a lot of unresolved tension from when they worked together with Taehyung.”

           “You know Namjoon told me a lot about his writing partner, but never that he looked like that.”

           “You never did an internet search on him?”

           “Why would I? I trusted that it was in the past but maybe I shouldn’t have,” Jungkook shrugged.

           “I wouldn’t think too much about it. Namjoon is always honest,” Hoseok knew it was a lie as he said it. If Namjoon was honest, why was he plotting with Yoongi?

           “Yeah, he is,” Jungkook lied too.

           “So, you’re in town for the week?” Hoseok asked.

           “Yeah, staying by the university but I’ve got time if you and Tae wanted to do dinner or something,” Jungkook answered.

           “I’d love that. Will you want to spend time with Namjoon?”

           “With how close he was to Seokjin, I’m not sure he’ll want to spend time with me.”

           “I think he will,” Hoseok said.

           “Yeah?”

           “Yeah, you two were together for a while. He isn’t opposed to spending time with you. If he was he’d be an idiot. Like I am, not connecting Joon to Namjoon.”

           “To be fair I never shared a photo with you.”

           “And I didn’t do an internet search.”

           “And he wasn’t at your wedding,” Jungkook said.

           “That is also true.”

           Hoseok wanted to change the topic, away from love and relationships to something lighthearted and carefree. What was it about this Christmas that seemed heavy and convoluted and full of strife? He didn’t want it; he wanted the hope and love. He wanted the bubble Taehyung created with him, the love they shared… he wanted everyone to feel it.

           “What’s your lecture series on?” Hoseok asked.

           “Oh yeah, what is it?” Namjoon said as he rejoined the group.

           “The history of street art and it’s future trajectory.”

           “Fascinating,” Hoseok said. “Is it open to the public?”

           “I think so,” Jungkook answered.

           “Perfect, I’ll try and be there. Otherwise, I’m going to send Namjoon as my delegate.”

           “I’d love to go,” Namjoon said it before he could stop himself, and he smiled bashfully at his ex.

           “Okay,” Jungkook nodded, and for the first time in two years, his heart fluttered.

           In the kitchen, Yoongi felt the tug of integrity and honesty pulling at his gut. “Do you know why Namjoon wanted to kiss you?”

           Seokjin looked at him, eyes alarmed. “I hadn’t even thought of it.”

           “You – Jin have you thought at all about why he wants to spend time with you?” Yoongi asked. This was supposed to happen at step 6 or 7, depending on how the kiss went. It was supposed to be a kiss, then a date, then Yoongi easing Jin’s nerves over the whole situation. But Jungkook showing up had really fucked his plan. How was he supposed to get a new book now?

           “No,” Jin said.

           “Oh Jin,” Jimin said. “You haven’t at all wondered?”

           “I thought it was weird, I thought it… are you telling me Namjoon has been spending time with me because he has a crush on me?”

           Yoongi looked at Jimin, who glanced at Taehyung.

           “I think he has more than a crush on you,” Taehyung said.

           “No, absolutely not,” Jin said shaking his head. He was a little drunk, tipsy at best, and the bubbles were playing with his sanity.

           “Yes,” Jimin said. For whatever reason, Jimin acknowledging it made it all suddenly very, very real.

           “Oh fuck,” Seokjin said. He set his glass down and in several quick strides made his way out the delivery door and into the night.

           “You think he’ll finally cop to his feelings?” Yoongi asked Jimin and Taehyung.

           “No,” Taehyung said.

           “I don’t know,” Jimin began. “Jungkook showing up might be the push he needs.”

           “But we don’t know what Jungkook wants, if he wants anything.”

           “No, we don’t, but maybe it’ll force Joon into solidifying his intentions,” Yoongi said.

           “What does that do to your plan?” Taehyung asked.

           “I don’t know,”

           “Is the goal still a new book?” Jimin wondered.

           “The goal is love, honey,” Yoongi said, slipping his hand into Jimin’s.

           “Right, love and money, always the goal.”

           “I really hate that,” Yoongi said.

           “That I think you’re using two people to get money and a new book out of them?”

           “Yes – because I’m not.”

           “Yoongi, look yourself dead in the eye and tell yourself that, because I’m pretty damn sure you won’t be able to.”

           “Taehyung will only do this if the other two are on board, so what am I supposed to do?”

           “Not drag me into this,” Taehyung said as he ducked out the door.

           Jimin picked up the minute the door was closed. “Not use Seokjin’s very deeply rooted homophobia against him.”

           “I am not!”

           Jimin sighed, frustrated and depleted. “Can we not fight at my Christmas party?”

           Yoongi nodded. “Yes.”

Next: XIII. Christmas for You & Me

[kimtaegis]

masters of blob petting

[jimilter]

put it on me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up.

pairing: jimin x reader

rating: m (18+)

genre: smut | humor | pwp | a-list model!jimin | freelance model!reader

word count: 8 k

— warnings: swearing + lustful musings + explicit daydreams + reader is boobacious + reader is also a horny bitch + explicit sexual situations (dom!jimin, sub!reader, body worship, sweat kink, dirty talk, degradation, strength kink, praise kink, oral (m&f), throat fucking, vaginal fingering, clit biting, semi-public sex, hints of exhibitionism, humiliation, begging, rough sex, penetrative sex, cum play, breast play, jimin loves her tiddies and she loves his tiddies, Big Dick Jimin™ bec he’s literally canon, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, biting, marking, a lot of licking ugh) + i am slightly ashamed of myself for going so feral, but very very slightly :|

— note: hi, guys. welcome to filth on crack. no fr, if i were to put smack (smutty crack) in a dictionary, i would define it with this fic. idk what chemical exploded in my head. but i am very sorry for what you’re about to witness. believe it or not, this didn't happen solely due to the pictures, tho. @missgeniality bullied me into writing this, sending me pictures and filthy scenarios, to the point where i cried and sat down to do this. any yells and/or notes of gratitude to be sent to her, please. oh and @jeonjcngkook shall also shoulder partial blame for spamming me with different zoomed in angles and versions of the pictures without break. smh. ily both <3

hope y'all enjoy this while i go dunk myself into some holy water~ 😩💜

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“I wasn’t told there was a… male model in attendance as well?”

The Director rolls his eyes at your words – rolls his fucking eyes as if him turning your solo shoot into a couple one should not make you ask questions. You never should’ve let Hoseok’s meddlesome ass rope you into this. You don’t have an agency for a reason, you need to stop letting your model friends affect the projects you sign. What's the point of managing your contracts yourself if you’re gonna be an idiot about them? Ugh. 

All this heavy, clunky jewelry on your nearly naked body—well, you have a white, crochet bikini on, but it feels close to nothing due its plunging v-neck and the tie-up thong—and now you won’t even be the center of all attention.

What is the fucking point?

“It’s a last minute addition because the company thinks this chain will look better on a male torso.” The Director flashes all his teeth at you, but you fail to make out any humor in this situation. “Besides, the male model is kind of an A-lister.”

Wow, even better. They signed freaking Sean O’Pry or the likes and now you’re gonna be used as a prop, probably made to lay over the dude’s body like a snake or something while you awkwardly make bedroom eyes at him and he looks off to the side and awkwardly avoids touching you inappropriately. Great. Just great. You swear the moment you talk to Hoseok again, you will—

Hold on a fucking minute.

Who the hell is that?

Your jaw slowly unhinges, falling wide and wider as a guy steps into your view, talking to the annoying Director you were contemplating punches a few minutes back. 

Oh, he’s not a guy, for fuck’s sake. This is Park Jimin – face of more brands than you can count on both your hands. With a jawline sharper than a knife, pouty lips, half-lidded eyes and a solidly built body that he must be living in the gym to maintain, he is the most sought after model of today. If a brand needs some delicious display of naked male chest or abs or thighs? Park Jimin’s their guy. No, for real, man takes off his shirt at the drop of a hat. Pants too, for that matter.

Not that you’re complaining, though, no, far from it. He looks like a whole snack in that floral printed jacket that he’s got on without anything underneath. His abs are so defined, you can literally count all six of them across the twenty feet’s distance between you two, and his dusky pectoral muscles bulge tantalizingly. 

Wow.

A five-course meal is shooting this commercial with you.

Now you want to be used as a prop and lay across his body like a snake and make bedroom eyes at him and, fuck, you hope he touches you inappropriately. Which you probably won’t have to hope too hard for, given how he’s always in the news for sleeping with everyone he works with. Damn, you need to send Hoseok a gift basket after this. 

Fuck, he’s looking your way.

Short, slicked back hair bares the entirety of his forehead for your viewing pleasure, and the strong line of his brows immediately has your breath hitching. He isn’t just beautiful or sexy, Park Jimin is handsome. And ripped. Fuck, he’s really bulging with muscles with every step he takes; your strength kink is quaking. You are staring but your gaze is also jumping around his entire body because you really don’t know where to look – there’s so much to take in between the clenching planes of his abdomen, the heaving pair of his pectorals, the thick pads of his shoulders and those thighs that seem to want to tear through his pants. 

There is jewelry on him, identical to yours with regards to its make. But contrary to the single thick chain that’s adorning your cleavage, he’s got two shorter, choker-like necklaces as well, sitting prettily on his sharp collarbones. He’s also wearing earrings, which you didn’t have to because they were covering your ears with hair.

You’re so lost in sharpening your focus, that you barely even realize he is nearing you. Plump lips thin out around a straight line of teeth and hooded eyes squint in humor. 

His smirk is devastating. You’re down bad, you’re down fucking bad. 

How to ask him to fuck your throat without offending him? You don’t really care because you’re about to be very crude about it. You might get thrown off the set and kicked out of the project, but you’re willing to risk it all by going tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji on him. Shit, is he emanating pheromones? Are y’all werewolves? What is going on, why do you keep getting this urge to climb him up and rub your body all over his? You…are in love with this man. That’s the only logical explanation. Or maybe it’s your pussy that’s in love with him, but because she pretty much represents you right now, it is nothing but undying love you feel flowing from you to him.

“Hey—”

“My pussy’s in love with you.”

Jimin’s eyebrows lift up high and higher until they reach a point where they’d be off his forehead if he was a cartoon character. 

And you get it. That was too direct. And too soon. You could’ve at least waited for the dude to finish his damn greeting. 

“Uh…” His eyelids flutter rapidly over rounded eyes, and fuck, how does he look adorable on top of being sex-on-legs? Quickly looking around the two of you, he sidles a few inches closer and lowers his stunned – and stunning – face to your eye-level. “Come again?”

Oh, you will. You surely will come again but you need to come for the first time before that. And you need to introduce yourself to him like a normal human before that.

“I mean, hello, Jimin. It is nice to meet you.” You try to put on a smile as you give him your name. Your eyes glide down his throat to land on his pecs again. A wistful sigh makes it past your lips. “You’ve got nice tiddies.”

And this is when Jimin finally snaps out of his reverie to cough out a bewildered laugh. Soon after, his face is morphing back into the panty-melting smirk you saw him wear earlier and he’s laughing with his whole body, allowing his shoulders to jump and head to shake.

His laughter is kinda cute.

You still wanna climb him, though.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he finally says to you, his words more of a wondrous exhale than actual speech. “Thank you for the compliment. Although they’re more than just nice, won’t you say?”

Your back meeting a cold metal has you hissing, and you blink in surprise at the realization of how easily he walked you back towards his trailer without you realizing. His tiddies distracted you.

“True.” You nod, tilting your chin up to fight back a shiver when your bare back meets icy cold metal once again. “They’re sort of amazing.”

Jimin’s grin turns filthy, gaze wholly unabashed as it scans your own chest. You know your nipples are pebbled because you can feel goosebumps running across your entire body. He lifts a ringed hand and very carefully places the tip of his index finger in the hollow of your neck. Dark gaze catches yours again as the digit begins a fiery journey down your sternum, running past the chain resting there, and easily fitting between the tight cleavage of your half naked boobs.

A deep gasp leaves your chest, body arching to invite further invasion from him. And he complies, bringing his thumb up to softly rub it over the skin of your exposed boob, between the edge of the scrap of crochet that’s holding it in place, and the metallic jewelry advertised over it.

"Yours, too," he mumbles suddenly, eyes glued to the tip of your breast protruding against the thick fabric of the bra.

For a second, you're lost. Because how are you supposed to keep track of your conversation when the entire set around you has faded away and all you can see, breathe and feel is Park Jimin?

But then it suddenly registers that you'd complimented his…well, tiddies, which means that he's now complimenting yours. Oh, wow. Is this supposed to flatter you? Turn you on? Or make you wanna laugh? Somehow, it's doing all three.

Coughing through a snort, you bite down on your bottom lip and shake your head. “Just amazing? I expected a higher praise.”

“Oh yeah?” Jimin's gaze comes flying up to clash with yours, mirth swimming in his brown eyes. “But I haven’t seen them naked like you did mine. This is the best you get on these unfair grounds, baby.”

Fuck, fuck, you don’t breathe for a whole lot of seconds after that. 

Wide-eyed, you trace the way Jimin’s tongue peeks out of his mouth to scrape against his bottom lip. It’s wet and soft and so red, you wanna taste it. Breathless and delirious, you’re tilting your head and inching towards him when – his other hand comes up to cup one of your tits, placed firmly against the globe in such a way that his thumb makes an easy swipe of your hard nipple.

“Ah!”

His lips quirk up at your gasp and he erases a few more inches of distance between you two, this time nearly molding your soft curves against his solid planes.

“I would very much like to, though,” he murmurs so close to your lips, you can almost taste his breath. It is chocolate flavored. “If you’d allow it?”

As if his smirk wasn’t fucking distracting in itself, his thumb’s relentless back anf forth motions over your nipple is wiping all thoughts out of your head. Oh, God. This guy is sexually hypnotising you. Next thing anyone knows, you’ll be on your knees, ready to suck him off in public. 

In…public.

Public!

Snapping out of the daze Jimin put you in, you peek around his broad body. To your relief, everyone is still running around like headless chickens and no one is so much as looking in the direction of the two of you.

Still. You might be horny enough to let go of a shoot in favor of bomb sex with the sexiest guy you’ve ever seen. But you’re not horny enough to be sex-taped by an entire studio full of people.

“Not here, of course,” he reassures you in the same low, husky voice he’s been using all this time. 

Either he read the horror on your face, or he can read minds. Maybe you’re right about Jimin’s hypnotic abilities. Wow, is this why people keep falling into his bed left and right? Ooh, or maybe he just has a strong dick game. Well. You can’t wait to find out.

“I…” You clear your throat, suddenly a bit conscious about both his hands using your boobs as stress balls out in the open where anyone can see you. You’re still destroying your bikini bottoms with warm arousal, but your brain is slowly catching up on how crazy your life will get if you made an accidental soft porn sex tape with Park Jimin in the middle of a shoot. “I’ll meet you…here? After the shoot?”

Jimin looks at you with amusement infused incredulity. “After the…” He sighs, shaking his head with a fond smile. His hands come up to cup your cheeks. “Sweetheart. There’s no afters in my life. I’m offering you my dick now – as a one time offer. It’s not a bookmark now and read later scheme, okay? So either you say yes, we slip into my trailer and I see how much your pussy actually loves me. Or you say no, we finish the shoot and forget this interaction ever happened.” He removes his hands from your face and crosses them across his beefy body, while one of his eyebrows shoots up in question. “Which will it be?”

Your jaw is currently on the floor. This guy is dangerous. He literally propositions sex as if he’s making a business deal! 

You want him.

Instead of saying it, you try to show it – grabbing the lapels of his jacket and allowing a smirk to curl upon your lips. “Yes.”

His eyes sparkle with excitement and dark promises and teeth dig into his bottom lip. “Jeremy!” he suddenly calls for your Director, and for a moment you fear he trapped you into a seductive conversation to have you kicked off set on grounds of sexual harrassment, until – he continues with a, “Take a break, my dude! I’ll be back in a while!”

Some shuffling, rustling and grumbling echoes around you. Jimin never breaks eye-contact even as he punches the code to unlock his trailer right next to your head. His gaze is so fucking intense, he makes you wetter just by looking at you.

“R–right, Mister Park! Do… do we arrange for… spares?” comes a scream back in your direction.

“You know it, Jer.” Jimin grins and you frown in confusion.

“Spares?”

“Our outfits.”

Oh. Oh. Park Jimin really is an A-lister, huh?

You don’t get to think much on it when he unlocks and pulls the door to his trailer open and guides you in, walking you backwards up the stairs while he locks you two in. A gust of air-conditioned air washes over you when you reach the floor, sending a shiver through your entire body. But because Jimin hasn’t stopped walking, you move further until the backs of your legs knock against what feels like a chair. Knees buckling, you fall into a cushy chair and thickly swallow at the daunting sight of Jimin standing over you. You’re almost at the level of his crotch. Perfect.

But before you can even get your hands to move from their clutching of the armrest, Jimin drops to his knees and lines his face up with your boobs. Oh. Yeah, this works too. This is what he was focussed on, anyways.

“May I?” you teasingly question, looping a thumb beneath one of the straps at your shoulder.

Jimin looks at you in faux disappointment. “That color looks amazing against your skin, sweetheart. Feels like a crime to take it off.”

You blink in confusion because, um. What else are you supposed to be doing, then?

The man before you answers your unasked question with his own hands, reaching towards the cups of your bikini top to pinch the edge of each between an index finger and thumb, and pulling the cloth away from your skin. 

His eyes look into yours. “This okay?”

You’re about to splinter the wood of the fucking armrest with how much sexual tension has accumulated in your body because of his ass, and he has the audacity to still ask? Like. He’s obviously asking for your consent and it is sexy as fuck. But it’s also inconvenient as fuck because he isn’t hurrying up the way you need him to!

Nodding as quickly and rapidly as you can manage, you exhale a breathy ‘yes’ along with it, just in case he’s one of those guys who are anal about “verbal consent.” You quite possibly are an embarrassment to feminists and healthy sex advocates that keep preaching “communication during sex with your partner” and all that jazz, but – you’re a very basic bitch, right now. Tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji. 

Why’s he being so artistic about it?

“Good.”

And then finally, finally, the crochet is tugged away from your breasts and your twin globes spring free, literally tumbling into Jimin’s face as he eagerly leans closer. His nose presses against one of your hardened nipples, and you watch the brown in his irises bleed into black within a moment. 

Both his palms nearly scramble to lift the weight of your tits in them, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh, the intensity of which increases the louder you moan. The pads of his thumbs flick at your nipples a couple of times, until your back arches and head is tossed back. That is when Jimin releases one of your boobs to cup the back of your neck and pull your gaze back to his. The tip of his thumb scrapes around your sensitive areola, all the while his fiery gaze stares into your soul.

And then, to run your sanity completely off the track, he lowers his face to the neglected mound and, slowly releasing the back of your neck, brings his other hand to cup the curve of your breast. His dark gaze never leaves yours when his lips make contact with your nipple, but yours leaves his when he envelops the nub into the warmth of his mouth as you clench your eyes shut and cry out.

“Mm hm,” he hums around your flesh and runs his tongue across the hard peak as if he’s licking up ice-cream. “You like it, baby?”

“L–love it, Jimin…”

Humming again, he gets to work, sucking on your boob with all his might. His other hand resumes work at the same time, massaging the other tit while his thumb presses against the nipple and twirls it around in an agonizingly pleasurable motion. His teeth make no delays in joining in on the torture, brushing over your skin slowly, and then when Jimin opens his mouth wider to wrap his tongue around the entirety of your bud, they press into the flesh just above your areola.

“Fuck fuuu~k!” 

You can barely formulate any coherent thought at this point, Jimin’s occasional grunts barely registering with you, especially after he changes sides and lets his tongue lap at the other nipple he’d been abusing with his thumb.

“Jim—in,” you whine, twisting up in your place – whether to escape the torturous fire in the pit of your belly or to delve further in it? You have no fucking idea. “Please… please…”

The guy responds by engulfing as much of your boob as he can in his mouth. You scream his name this time, and he responds with a deep grunt, placing both his hands on your waist as if to ground himself. Well, he’s grounding you too, because your head is among fucking clouds.

Sounds of wet, sloppy kisses fill the space around you, making it extremely difficult for you to open your eyes. But this is the opportunity of a lifetime, so you fight against the brain-melting pleasure to pry your eyelids apart – and take in the sight of Park Jimin's mouth working on your breast. His eyes are shut and brows are scrunched up in concentration. The graze of his plump, reddened lips against your skin is the most erotic sight you have ever seen in your entire life.

One of Jimin's hand journeys down past your hip to grip onto your thigh, while the other travels up to wrap around the back of your shoulder. He pulls his mouth off you with a wet plop, giving you barely any time to react to the shivers that his warm breath against your nipple sends through you, before he is smacking open mouthed kisses up your chest, tongue running over your collarbones, until he buries his face in your nape.

Your own hands shakily move from the chair's wood that you've definitely made a dent in, to brush through his hair and glide down his back. He still has his fucking jacket on, which annoys you but also makes you moan against his shoulder because he's gonna be coated in sweat and you'll get to lick it off his body.

"Hold on tight," Jimin suddenly mumbles into your neck.

And just as you've clutched one of your hands in his jacket and wrapped the other around his neck, one of his own folds a leg of yours around his waist and the other pushes against your back to heave you off of the chair. You're barely in the air for three seconds before he presses you against the wall of the trailer, fingers digging into your thigh and nails raking a path up to the ties of your bikini bottom. When he gets there, he slips past it to grab at your ass, though, not once detaching from where he's sucking at the skin of your neck. 

"You're so fucking thick," he groans against you before pulling back to stare at you with lidded eyes. "And so fucking soft, baby."

To emphasize, his hand obscenely squeezes at your ass cheek. You jump a little, immediately whining when he chuckles at your reaction. Pulling him closer by the hand you still have around his neck, you press your crotch up against his and grind, making him hiss at the friction.

"And you're so fucking hard," you tell him in the same wonderstruck voice he used, "baby."

Not allowing him much time to react, you spin the two of you around so that he’s the one pressed up against the wall. He looks surprised but you don’t miss the jump in his throat. And now. You lean away and admire Park Jimin in all his sweaty, sexy glory. Droplets run down the line of his slender throat, settling into the hollow above his collarbones. Some escape and hang on like precious gems from his nipples. Others, the quickest of all, race down the ridges of his tight abdomen.

It is your personal mission to collect every single one on your tongue.

Pressing your bare tits up against his damp chest and ignoring the cold from his jewelry, you fuse your lips to his neck, slowly running your tongue down the corded muscles there. Jimin’s hands hold your waist, fingers digging hard every time your teeth meet his skin, in time with the whiny breaths that escape his throat. You take your sweet time lapping up the salty liquid gathered around his collarbones, relishing the flavor of his skin at every inch you cover. The two chains that fall across his clavicle get in your way, and so you shift them away with your lips to press kisses to the skin beneath them quickly, before you move downwards.

Pushing the edges of his jacket away to shove it off of his body, you swipe your tongue across both his nipples, one by one, and then follow the rivulets of sweat down his abs. At one point, you seal your lips over tight muscle and suck like a starved bitch.

“Fuck, baby, love that…”

Oh, does he? You’re gonna bite your way through his abs.

Sitting on your haunches and eventually kneeling between his legs, the smoothest course of action to take from here is focusing on the straining length right in front of your face. One of his hands is braced on your shoulder, while the other rests softly atop your head.

You look up to find his lips parted and chest heaving. Delicious. And then you pull down his pants and then his boxers in quick succession. His dick is thick, long and leaking precum. Fucking delicious.

Wrapping your lips around the angry tip, you don’t need any prompting from Jimin to swallow this gorgeous, curvy length. He meets the back of your throat with ease, massive fucker, and his fingers immediately clench in your hair.

“Like that – just like that!”

You suck on him like your life depends on it, working your mouth up and down his girth, tongue massaging the velvety skin. Jimin tries to help by guiding your head with a hand, but he’s mostly too busy groaning your name in the sexiest of tones you’ve heard him use. The sounds have the pool of arousal in your panties growing at a continuous rate. Your hands take support from his sculpted thighs, and despite the entirety of your brain being driven to worship Jimin’s dick, the firmness of the muscle in his legs still manages to register with you. 

Is this guy all muscle on bone? Given the amount of muscles you can see, he’s gotta be really fucking strong. Fuck, you just got wetter.

You go deeper, this time actually swallowing when his head is lodged in your throat, and Jimin breaks into curses.

“I’m gonna—fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fucking come—”

You grant him the littlest of refuge by decreasing the depth of penetration, but your tongue still works on him tirelessly, until you feel the guy trembling against you. That is when you bring one of your hands up to cup his balls, softly massaging the tight sacs. 

“Ahh—I – fuck, fuck, fuck – b–b–baby, plea—ah! I’m—I’m gonna—”

Biting back whimpers of pleasure that rise up your throat at the desperate mess of broken moans escaping Jimin, you pull a little away and relax your throat to push him into the constricted depth again. And you move your head on him like a maniac, having him fuck your throat because you need it as much as he does. You need him to come like this – you need his thick release flooding your mouth, rolling down your throat. You need to fucking choke on his cum the way you’re choking on his cock. You need to swallow every single drop of it.

Another knead of his balls, and Jimin is hissing your name, his body stiffened but his cock pulsing. And one – two seconds later, spurts shoot out of his length, both his hands on your head to control the force of the jerks he makes against your face. 

He doesn’t know you don’t fucking care that your nose is pressed against his pelvis because your throat is busy working the thick load of his release down its channel so that nothing leaks out of your mouth. It’s a difficult feat to achieve given how much he’s spilled, but you’re euphoric cleaning it all up.

So euphoric, in fact, that you don’t really notice when he pulls you up into a standing position and takes your lips in a messy kiss. It’s only when Jimin tangles his tongue with yours with a groan that you realize the fact that the first time you kiss those dreamy lips is with his cum coating your tongue. But if he doesn’t mind, neither do you.

But you do need to catch your breath, so you’re the first to pull away. Jimin looks at you with actual hearts in his eyes. You grin at him.

“Best suck of your life, or what?”

Rolling his eyes, he pushes you onto the bed right behind you. You fall back, spread eagle, and he climbs up your body like a predator. But his eyes hold a distinct look that you can’t place. Is this afterglow? Or was this really the best suck of his life?

“Dude.” You nudge him when he’s straddling your thighs and stroking your stomach with his tongue trapped between his teeth. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

��Too late. My dick’s already in love with you.”

Warmth floods your cheeks, at both the compliment and the callback to the first ever sentence you said to him. It still holds true, though, so you don’t protest, not even when he smirks at you.

Jimin then picks up the chain lying haphazardly across your breasts to press it against one of your nipples. And then wrap it around the nub. When you gasp in pleasure spiked pain, he pulls the jewelry away and gives the nipple a comforting suck. You hold onto his hair with a hand, the other reaching up to clutch the sheets. At the same time, he works on untying your bottoms.

The moment the crochet falls off, Jimin descends your body, pressing hot kisses down your stomach. And then he’s licking a stripe down your clean shaven mound, to slip across your clit.

“Fuck! Jimin!”

“You’re so fucking wet, what the fuck…” He groans aloud, two fingers pulling your pussy lips apart. Your breath catches at the sight of him gazing so obscenely at your wet center. “Such a tiny pussy…and it’s fucking coated with your slick, baby…”

That is the last of his audible words before his lips latch on, tongue gliding past your entrance. Your back arches clean off the bed with that first stroke, rounded lips open on a silent scream. 

“You like that?”

“Fucking love it, Jimin…”

He’s chuckling against your thigh, nose nudging at the soft skin, before his mouth is back to your folds, pillowy lips making their way through the slick skin to press a suckling kiss to your clit.

“Oh, right there!”

Jimin flicks his tongue against the nub at your gasp. “Here?”

And he’s totally messing with you now, because before you can respond, his tongue slips past your slit again, satiny soft warmth against your labia that turns into cold stiffness when it’s inside your heated channel. Then he quickly pulls out and plants a light, closed mouth kiss to the hole he just exited.

“Or here?” 

A gurgle rises up your chest at the tease, and unintelligible words tumble out of your mouth.

“Ah, what’s that, baby?” he breathes against your wetness, voice loaded with humor.

“Every… everywhere,” you manage to heave out between your tumultuous breathing.

“Fuck,” comes a hiss from him, and a hand tweaks one of your nipples while the other rearranges your body to push you further up on the bed.

Trembles run through your legs when Jimin’s hands brace against the underside of your thighs to push them apart. He delves in with teeth this time, nipping at your turgid bundle of nerves before he pushes his blunt front teeth up against its hood to allow his tongue complete, unobstructed access to wrap around your clit. And you sob, breathless and shaking, your mind a blank slate, at the precipice of exploding with blinding pleasure.

Jimin shifts his focus, then, running his teeth past your clit and making you shriek in surprised pleasure as if it's nothing, and pushes his tongue in you again. This time, he is rough and strong, plunging deep into your heat with that long tongue of his, and licking up your juices from inside of you. The motion sends your mind spiraling through a frenzy, which combined with the rhythmic bumping of his plump upper lip against your clit, has you at the brink of your release in no time.

Whimpering, you reach out to fist a hand in the tuft of his thick hair, and brace the other one on the forearm he has wrapped around your thigh. You blink down at him through crusty, wet eyelashes, moaning loudly at the lewd sight of his head pressed up between your legs. Alerted by your touch and sounds, his eyes flutter up, meeting yours across the span of your body, through the valley of your breasts. They house molten desire, thick and swirly, and all you can do is shudder uncontrollably when that gaze pushes you off the cliff.

“F–f–fuck, I’m coming, I’m—oh fuck!”

The walls of your pussy clamp down on his tongue, convulsing as they push out your juices all over his mouth, while your entire body breaks into gooseflesh, warm spasms wrecking you from head to toe under the weight of the climax that crashes into you.

Jimin licks you clean through it, and by the time you’ve stopped shaking and can recollect your brain which feels as if it has been spilled all over the place, he’s kissing his way up your body. Tongue licking a line across your lower tummy, he sucks a bruise into your waist.

“J–Jimin,” you call for him, weak and desperate, but with no idea about what you want from him.

He responds by biting into the flesh right beneath your belly-button. “I got you, baby…”

Does he? He probably knows what you want.

Slowly crawling up to hover above you on his hands and knees, Jimin entire focus is on the chain that dangles from his neck and drags up your abdomen, the small cold spherical metallic pendant cutting a line of goosebumps across your sternum, to rest snugly in your collarbones. But Jimin isn’t satisfied with that, so he moves himself a couple inches lower, rolling the metal ball down your body and running it up the slope of one of your breasts to rest it next to the bunched up bikini top he's got tucked beneath your boobs.

"Nah, this needs to go," he suddenly muses out loud, grabbing at the fabric along with your chain that’s entwined with it, and pulling them above your boobs, prompting you to raise your arms as he rolls the material away from your head.

Just as the fabric and chain combination touches your wrists, though, he stops. Tilts his head to a side to observe it, squinting at your wrists with a dark gaze, and then he does something that tightens the cloth and metal over your wrists. 

Oh. You're – oh. He's tied your hands together. They now rest against the wall above the pillow on his bed, and damn, it shouldn't be as arousing as it is. But the intensity of Jimin's stare when he scans your naked body from top to bottom has your breath catching and mouth drying up.

"Such a beautiful, beautiful body," he slowly whispers, his words condensing in the heated space between you two. One of his hands reaches up to paw at your boob, while the other grabs at the flesh on your hip. "So fucking responsive," he hisses when your nipple hardens within seconds, and swoops down to lick a wet strip across it. 

You shiver, proving his words, and blink up at him in anticipation. You must’ve released nothing short of a lake of wetness on his covers at this point, and every little ministration from him is just turning it into a sea.

Removing the hand on your hip to relocate it between your legs, Jimin brushes his finger lightly through your swollen folds. His gaze stays steady on yours, while your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Look at all these juices this sweet pussy keeps leaking," he sighs, bringing his hand up to show you his glistening digits that you are able to focus on with much difficulty. "Soaking my fingers when I haven't even entered you yet, baby?"

He pops them into his mouth, shutting his eyes to clean them up with a lewd slurp. Then his lids part again, heavier than before, and his fingers return to your center.

"This is the pussy that's in love with me, huh?"

Surprised at the question – more like shocked at the realization that he hasn’t let go of this, yet – you gape at him cluelessly. That is all it takes for his hand to clench in a rough squeeze on your boob in punishment.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You're going to die if this man doesn’t fuck you soon.

"Y–yes, Jimin," you whimper.

"You were so ready to throw yourself at me outside, baby," he mocks you in a sweet voice, quite opposite to the rough thrust his fingers make inside of you at the same time. "My pretty little slut… Would’ve let me fuck her out there if I wanted… Ready to let me strip and bend her over in public because she was dripping, huh? Such a pretty little slut…”

His fingers smash against your g-spot at a bruising pace, cleansing your mind of all thoughts that don’t comprise the pressure building your abdomen, Jimin’s dark eyes and his clenched jaw. 

Tunnel visioned and unilateral minded, you do not catch the context of his next question at all: "Aren’t you?"

Your body jumps with each rough push of his index and middle finger inside of you, and your brain refuses to cooperate.

Jimin’s hand on your boob jostles you, eyebrows furrowing as if in anger, but then he clarifies, "Tell me you're my pretty little slut.”

"I–I–I’m your… your lih–little s–s–s–slut!" you struggle to formulate, brainlessly parroting his words while your eyes seal shut and tears accumulate at the corners.

"Pretty!" he admonishes, reminding you of the word you missed by twisting your nipple.

You jump, whimpering in pain but moaning in pleasure because Jimin’s warm mouth is right there to lick the sting away from the sensitive bud. Roughly swallowing past your dry throat, you frown to focus on the instructions given to you, and try again.

"P–pretty… pretty little slu–slut!"

"Whose pretty little slut?"

Oh that you do know. "Yours! Jimin's!"

"Look at you, fuck.” Jimin groans and you hear some rustling before he’s hovering over you, a hand braced next to your head, his bulging bicep next to your face and his lips skimming up your jaw. “Do you wanna come, baby?”

"Yes! Please, Jimin! Please make me come!” 

His nose nudges against yours before his tongue licks at your lower lip. “You want it that bad? What will you do for it?”

You seriously do not have any braincells left to come up with crazy promises, so you settle on, “Anything!”

“Oh? Is that so? You’d do anything to come for me?"

And you’re just nodding, accepting his kisses despite the burn in your lungs, literally risking it all to just have this knot behind your belly-button explode into a mind-blowing release.

“Should I open the doors? Invite the entire set to watch what a filthy whore we have here, hm?”

You have never in your life considered yourself to be an exhibtionist in any capacity, and so his words make your eyes flutter open in confusion. But – what confuses you more, is the sudden clench your pussy gives at the prospect, making both yours and Jimin’s eyes widen. You tug at your restraints when he grins, shaking your head to clarify that you’re not actually a whore, this is probably just an ego thing because being pressed between Park Jimin and his bed is an honor. 

But just then, he is pulling his fingers out of you with a loud squelch, leaving you shrieking, gasping, stunned – bereft. “Jimin! What—I was so clo—mmph!”

His wet fingers shut you up, sliding through your lips to settle on your tongue. Then he raises an eyebrow. “Whores don’t get to come, baby. Only good girls do.”

You try to speak with his fingers literally in your mouth and a garbled bunch of nothing comes out. Jimin chuckles.

“What? You’re a good girl, now?”

You nod your head, wide-eyed and empty-lunged. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” He presses a messy kiss to the underside of your jaw, smiling so wide, his eyes squint. “A good girl cleans up after her. You wanna be a good girl?”

Eyes rounded further, you nod harder.

“Lick my fingers clean.”

With a gusty inhale through your nose, you lick over and around his digits. Spit dribbles down the side of your mouth, but neither you nor Jimin care, your gazes trained on each other. His own mouth parts after a while, tongue resting at one corner as he slowly extracts his now clean fingers. Wow, you did a good job.

Smacking your lips, you puff up your chest and flash him a smile. But the action presses your breasts up against his chest, and Jimin snaps. Shuffling around the drawer next to the bed for a foil packet, he’s quickly covering his stiff cock in rubber. He’s so fucking hard again, you’re in love with his dick.

And then he has your thighs spread and fitted around his waist, while his strong hands press into your forearms to keep them in place above your head, and – fuck. 

His necklace is dangling between the two of you.

Swinging daintily, seductively, from his body to yours, the pendant skims your heated, sweat soaked tits with its cold, smooth surface. And Jimin watches that movement in transfixation.

“Jimin…”

“Hmm?”

“Need you to fuck me…”

His gaze slowly rises to yours, lips twisted and eyebrows lowered. “Do you, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a good girl now?”

You nod vigorously. “Very good girl, Jimin.”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “Mm hm. We’ll see how good you actually are, sweetheart…” Lining himself up with a hand, he begins to push inside of you. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Catching the serious look on his face, you give a quick nod. He’s an attentive lover and it’s amazing of him to be so aware because he’s fucking huge down there. But. Right now, you think it will hurt you more if he doesn’t enter you.

Gradually inching in until his thick length is all the way in you, he moves one hand to hold onto your makeshift handcuff, while he braces the other on your ribcage, beneath your boob. And fuck, he fills you up so good. 

After he’s made one – two – three experimentive, light thrusts, he picks up pace. And then he fucking rocks your world, going hard as hell to pound against that one sensitive spot withing your channel that is normally elusive to your lovers, but this man apparently has a superpower of locating with every appendage of his. 

Sweat builds, collects and then drips down his body, as it does yours, and the entirety of the trailer seems to shake a little – but the way Jimin’s necklace dangles between you two occupies all of your focus. You stare at the strangely seductive sight, mesmerized, until the pressure in your pelvis builds again and forces you to shut your eyes.

“Ah, what’s this?” Jimin pants into your ear, flicking his tongue over the earlobe. “Are you close already?”

That sounds like a trick question, but you can’t really lie when he is literally inside of you and can feel your walls tightening. “Yes…”

“That doesn’t sound like a good girl to me, baby… Didn’t you say you were a very good girl?” He clicks his tongue, brushing his lips over yours to breathe out, “You gotta wait for me, sweetheart. Good girls wait.”

The promise of praise has your entire body locking in itself to contain the surges of pleasure from flowing to the last of your nerve endings, but it's hard. Because the way Jimin is leaning over your body makes his hips meet yours such that they press up against your clit with every stroke. 

You give up and sob, bleary eyes opening to look at Jimin’s concentrated face. “I’m very—ah! V–very close, Jimin… C–ca–can’t—”

“You can’t hold it?” he snarls, expressions morphing into one of determination. “Whores don’t get to come, remember?”

And you predict it before he even makes the move, so you dig your heels into the plump cushions of his ass, keeping him from pulling out, with a whine of, “No~o! No, please, I’ll – I’ll hold it! Promise! Just – just don’t fucking stop, Jimin!”

He nibbles on his bottom lip, forehead in a crease as he looks at you, movements slowed down but not stopped. “I really don’t wanna stop, baby,” he tells you with a pout, grabbing your jaw with his fingers digging in on one side and thumb on the other. “So you better not fucking come.” With gritted teeth, he lifts your hips off the bed and fucks you harder. “Ah shit! Look at how good you take it, fuck… Tight fucking pussy – so sweet!” 

He then buries his face in your boobs, licking up and around the globes, while you clench your eyes as tightly shut as you can, gritting your teeth to stop the fire from spreading through your body. 

After one particularly hard thrust that seems to reach your womb, though, you’re at the verge of breaking. You will either explode in an orgasm or fucking die of depravation. And so you shake your head, sobbing so hard, your tears spill on to Jimin’s hair.

“I–I–I can’t, Jimin, I really really really—please let me c–c–c–come! Please please ple~ase, Jimin—”

“Fuck, baby,” he moans against your nipple, lifting his head to look at you through troubled eyes. “You’re fucking killing me with that begging—so fucking delectable!”

You’re still blinking in bewilderment when he reaches up to pull your lips in a kiss. Teeth biting into your lip and tongue licking against yours, he pulls back within just seconds and tips his forehead against yours.

And then, in a soft whisper that feels more intimate and softer than anything you’ve shared with him so far, Jimin tells you, “Come for me, my good girl.”

Your pussy gets the message before your ears do, and it clamps down hard on his dick – making Jimin gasp with his puffy lips perfectly rounded and wide eyes looking into yours. It loosens that grip just the next moment, though, delving into a series of convulsions that churn out Jimin’s impending orgasm out of him, too. Your eyes close at some point, too lost to the electricity flowing through your veins and the explosions happening in every corner of your head. With your legs still locked around him, you both shudder through your orgasms together, twitching and whimpering for a while after the waves have rolled over and ceased.

Catching your breath is harder than you thought, and opening your eyes is something you don’t even wanna do. Jimin pulls out from you with a muted curse and you feel him leave you alone on the bed. Then, too, you keep your eyes shut, drained out of energy.

But you do open them eventually when you feel his hands untangling yours from the confines of crochet and metal. And it’s embarrassing how the sight of his naked chest, inches from you, sends a spasm through your body again– when you’ve just had your world knocked off its axis by the force of the orgasm he gave you.

“There,” Jimin tells you in a rasp, sounding fully fucked out, but just as delicious as before. “Your hands feel okay?”

You pull them down, wincing a bit at the tug in your elbow, but then nod. “Yeah, they’re okay. Thanks.”

Jimin sits back with a smirk, holding your bikini top in one hand and the jewelry you wore for the commercial in the other.

Oh, shit the commercial. 

You quickly sit up in horror, bracing a hand against your head when it spins. “Jimin, the shoot! We – we ruined our outfits… and the product…”

He offers you a bottle of water, chuckling. “Which is nothing to worry about at all. These are just samples,” he clarifies, raising the hand with your chain in it, “and I already told Jeremy to arrange for spare outfits.”

You take a few sips of water and look at Jimin in awe. You’re very tempted to ask him how regularly he does this. “You prepare for everything, huh? Impressive.”

Tossing your clothes and jewelry aside, he runs a hand through his hair – a sinfully sexy gesture that makes you sigh – and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Almost everything. I never could’ve prepared for the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on telling me her pussy is in love with me.”

Hissing a breath out, you narrow your eyes and punch his firm bicep. Jimin just giggles and rolls away to the foot of the bed to duck. “You’re the worst, you know!”

“Ah ah – that’s not what your pussy was saying a few minutes ago!”

He’s standing up, now, correcting his pants, and you look around for something to cover yourself up. A purple hoodie lands next to you. You look at Jimin with your eyebrows raised in alarm.

“Relax, I’m not tryna be couple-y.” He rolls his eyes with a scoff. And then smiles. “Wear this until they get you a change of clothes. You look like you came here in a cab and not a trailer.”

You nod, a little bashful and a lot grateful, but very careful about your boundaries. This has been the best fuck of your life – but Jimin is still an A-lister, serial-fucking his way through the industry. 

It’d be kinda nice to be friends with him, though.

“You know for what it’s worth,” Jimin says after you’re done settling into the piece of clothing he loaned you, “I’m in love with your pussy, too.”

Nope, it won’t be nice being friends with him, at all.

Your affronted gasp echoes around the space, immediately followed by loud giggles that belong to Jimin. You toss a bottle at his head – but you’re laughing, too.

Maybe you’ll send Hoseok an actual gift basket, after this.

Damn, what a day.

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