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anotherbtsffwriter · 5 days ago

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innocent | jimin x reader

→ summary: y/n has always been the quiet, studious type—content with her textbooks, her best friend jimin, and the comfortable routine of high school life. but everything changes after a strange, unsettling dream that leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew about herself—and about jimin. what begins as a harmless friendship soon becomes a tangled web of desire, confusion, and self-discovery.

→ genre: 50% smut, 50% fluff

→ warnings: sexual content, cursing

→ wordcount: 12k

Y/N, a studious senior at Westbridge High School, leaned against her locker, flipping through the pages of her statistics book. Her thick-rimmed glasses slid down her nose as she mumbled to herself, trying to memorize a particularly pesky theorem.

Her unruly hair, a dark brown tangle of unbrushed locks, fell over her eyes, which she brushed aside with an impatient hand. Her skin was the color of sweet caramel, a stark contrast to the dull beige hallway that surrounded her. Despite her academic dedication, Y/N's social life remained as bland as the cafeteria's meatloaf Mondays. Her outfits were simple, often picked out by her mom, and she had yet to master the art of makeup. Her frumpy cardigans and loose pants did nothing to highlight the slight curve of her hips or the swell of her chest that had just begun to emerge.

The hallways cleared out as the final bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. Y/N felt a hand at her shoulder."Hey, Y/N, wait up!" It was Jimin Park, her best friend since kindergarten. He had undergone a glow up that had transformed him from a shy, slightly chubby kid into a lean, handsome young man. His jet-black hair was always impeccably styled, and his piercing dark eyes could make even the toughest jocks squirm under their gaze. But it was his confidence that had really skyrocketed. He'd lost his braces and picked up a smirk that made the girls swoon.

Jimin was the complete opposite of Y/N in almost every way. While she was buried in her books, he had been out exploring the social jungle of high school, navigating through the labyrinth of relationships and parties with a finesse she could only dream of. He had a way with words that could charm a teacher into a passing grade or convince the popular crowd to give him the time of day. But he and Y/N were hardcore best friends despite their stark differences.

"What's up, Jimin?" Y/N said, snapping her book shut and stuffing it into her bag. "You're energetic today."

Jimin's smirk grew wider. "Just had a good day, I guess," he said, shrugging. His eyes darted around the hallway, taking in the aftermath of the school day. "So, you wanna go to Panera?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the cozy bakery-café. It was their usual spot to grab a bite and talk about their days. "Yeah, sure," she replied, her voice filled with excitement.

They made their way through the emptying hallways, their footsteps echoing off the tiles. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint lingering odor of teenage angst. The two friends stepped out into the cool fall evening, the leaves rustling under their feet as they walked. The setting sun painted the sky with shades of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over their faces.

Inside Panera, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee greeted them. They found a quiet corner table and settled in. Jimin's eyes scanned the menu, while Y/N immediately knew she'd order her usual: a chai latte and a cinnamon crunch bagel.

"So," Jimin began, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms, "How's stats going?"

"It's fine," Y/N said, "How's it going with the latest...what's her name again, slut?"

Jimin rolled his eyes playfully. "Her name is Lisa," he corrected, "and you say that about every one of my girlfriends. Jealous much?"

Y/N pretended to be offended, "How dare you excuse me of such," she said with a smirk, "but honestly, I have no idea what you see in dating a new girl every week. It's pointless."

Jimin chuckled, "Well, someone's a little innocent," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N felt a blush creeping up her neck, but she met his gaze defiantly. "Hey, I know a lot about dating."

"Oh, really?" Jimin's eyebrow arched in disbelief. "Like what?"

Y/N stumbled over her words, "Well, I know that...that people kiss when they like each other." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "And, uh, they hold hands, and...sometimes they go on dates?"

Jimin's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Y/N," he said, shaking his head, "You're so smart!"

Y/N's cheeks burned even hotter. "Shut up," she mumbled, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I know more okay, I'm just not saying it."

Jimin's laughter subsided, and he leaned in closer. "You're such a prude, Y/N," he said with a gentle tease. "You need to get out more, loosen up. I can talk to one of my friends for you."

"I don't know," she said, fidgeting with the zipper on her bag. "It seems like a waste of time. Hanging out with you is all the socialization I need, mentally and scientifically."

Jimin couldn't help but laugh as their food came, "You're so full of it," he said, passing her the bagel.

Y/N took a bite, the sweet cinnamon and sugar crunching between her teeth, and felt a strange warmth spread through her chest. She'd always felt safe with Jimin. He was like a brother to her, someone who knew all her quirks and didn't judge her for them.

"Come on," Jimin said, sliding his chair closer to hers. He pulled out his phone and opened his Instagram. "Let's read my DMs today."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Again?" she said, feigned horror in her voice. "I don't know if I can handle another round of love-sick poetry and eggplant emojis."

Jimin nudged her playfully, his arm brushing against hers. "You love it," he said, swiping through the messages.

"Oh my god, what does that even mean?" Y/N said, peering at the screen. "Jimin, why is some random Rachel telling you that you can...release inside of her?"

Jimin facepalmed, trying to hide his laughter. "Y/N, that's slang for something intimate," he explained, as if it was normal. "It's a bit...forward, but it's just how people flirt these days."

Y/N's eyes went wide. "What?" she sputtered, a piece of bagel flying from her mouth. "But that doesn't even make any sense."

Jimin sighed, placing his phone face down on the table. "It's not literal," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "It's, uh, it's about sex."

Y/N's eyes grew even wider. "Oh," she murmured, her cheeks flaming. Sex was a topic she had only ever read about in the most clinical of terms, and the thought of someone discussing it so casually made her squirm in her seat.

Jimin noticed her discomfort and decided to change the subject. "So, how's the bagel?" he asked.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to push the images out of her head. "It's good," she said, taking another bite. The sweetness helped to mask the bitter taste of embarrassment that lingered in her mouth. "You want a bite?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jimin leaned over and took a huge bite from the exact spot where her teeth had been. Neither of them batted an eye. It was a silent declaration of their closeness, a bond that transcended the typical boundaries of friendship. They'd shared everything from toys to secrets, and apparently now, they shared food.

Y/N watched him chew and swallow, a slightly bewildered look on her face. "That was a huge bite!" she complained.

Jimin just shrugged, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "You offered," he said, reaching for the bagel again.

Y/N slapped his hand away. "You're such a pig."

"Says the person who ate more than half of the bagel in under a minute," Jimin shot back, though he couldn't help but smile. Their banter was comfortable and familiar, a dance they had perfected over the years.

The following week, life at Westbridge High trudged along with the same mundane rhythm that it always had. But that all changed for Y/N on a random Thursday night. As she lay in her twin-sized bed, surrounded by the comforting scent of her favorite lavender candle, she slipped into a dream unlike any she had ever experienced.

In her dream, she found herself in a dimly lit room, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting a warm light across the tangled sheets. She was nestled into the crook of someone's arm, and the warmth of a body pressed against hers was surprisingly comforting. When she turned to look, she saw Jimin's face, his features soft and relaxed in sleep. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties.

Panic began to set in as she felt something foreign between her legs. A hand, warm and firm, was cupping her, and she realized with a jolt that it was Jimin's. She tried to sit up, but his grip tightened, pulling her closer. Her body responded in ways she didn't understand, a warmth spreading through her core that made her feel both terrified and excited.

Y/N's eyes flew open, and she found herself alone in her own bed, the sheets tangled around her body. Her heart raced as she looked down to find her panties soaked with arousal. She had never felt this way before, and was completely confused. Why the fuck was Jimin in her dream?

Her mind raced as she slipped out of bed, avoiding any contact with the sensitive flesh between her legs. She knew she had to wash away the feelings from the dream that clung to her skin like a sticky residue. Y/N padded quietly into the bathroom, the cold tile sending a shiver up her spine. She turned on the shower, letting the water warm up as she stared at her reflection in the steamy mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed from the dream, and she looked...different.

The showerhead spat out water, the droplets hitting the tiles with a rhythmic patter. Y/N stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body. She tried to focus on the sensation of the water, the heat washing away the chill from her dream. But as she reached for the soap, her hand accidentally brushed against her swollen clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She gasped and quickly jerked her hand away, her eyes wide with shock. What the fuck was that?

Her mind raced with thoughts of Jimin's hand on her in the dream, the way he had touched her with such confidence and familiarity. It had felt so...right. But it couldn't be right, could it? They were just friends. Best friends, even. Y/N had never thought of Jimin in that way before. She had always been too busy with school to think about boys or sex. And now, here she was, her body betraying her with these new, confusing sensations.

The next day, Y/N met Jimin in the crowded cafeteria, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached their usual table. She tried to play it cool, but her cheeks were still flushed from the thoughts that had plagued her all morning.

"Hey," Jimin said, his eyes flicking up from his phone. He was already digging into his turkey sub, mayo threatening to ooze out the sides. "How was your night?"

Y/N took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Fine," she said, setting her tray down with a clatter. Her plain salad looked unappetizing compared to Jimin's food. "How was yours?"

Jimin shrugged, his eyes never leaving his screen. "The usual," he said, his thumbs flying as he texted. "Did you finish that calculus assignment you were talking about yesterday?"

Y/N nodded, her voice slightly shaky. "Yeah," she said, trying to keep her cool. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Jimin looked up from his phone, his dark eyes meeting hers. "What's up?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Do people who like each other, you know, romantically...sleep together?"

Jimin swallowed a mouthful of his sandwich and nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," he said casually, his gaze never leaving hers. "It's normal. You should know this, you're too innocent."

Y/N felt her face heat up. "I knew that," she lied, her voice a little too defensive. "I just...wanted to confirm."

Jimin studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Is there something you want to tell me, Y/N?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be absorbed in the mundane task of unraveling her plastic silverware. "No," she said, her voice a little too high. "It's just...for a project. I'm writing a paper on modern relationships for psychology class."

Jimin studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers, but then he shrugged and took another bite of his sandwich. "Well, if you need any help with that, I'm your guy," he said with a smirk.

Y/N's stomach did a flip. The way he looked at her made her feel like he saw right through her lie, but she pushed the thought aside. "Thanks," she murmured, focusing on her salad.

But as she picked at her limp greens, her thoughts strayed back to the dream. She couldn't shake the feeling of his hand on her body, the way it had felt so natural and...right. Before she knew it, she had set her fork down and was eyeing Jimin's sandwich with a mix of curiosity and craving.

"You don't like your salad?" Jimin asked, noticing her lack of appetite.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly. "It's fine," she said, "but can I have some of your sandwich?"

Jimin looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a smear of mayo on his cheek that she had the sudden urge to wipe away. "Ok."

He tore off a piece of his sandwich and held it out to her. Y/N leaned over, her mouth opening slightly as she took the offered morsel. His hand was warm, and the bread was surprisingly soft. She chewed slowly, her eyes staring off into space as she tasted the blend of turkey and mayo.

Jimin watched her, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a sip of his drink. "Taste good?"

Y/N nodded, the taste of the sandwich a revelation on her tongue. She had never tasted anything so delicious, so...sensual. OMG SHUT UP WEIRD ASS BRAIN, she mentally slapped herself.

"It's good," she murmured, her voice muffled by the food. "I'm gonna get a sandwich, too. This salad sucks."

Jimin chuckled, handing over the rest of his sandwich. "You can take mine," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I'll get a new one."

After school, Y/N's legs practically carried her to the nearest bathroom, her mind reeling from the same confusing sensation that had visited her the night before. She locked herself in the stall, her heart racing as she reached under her skirt. Sure enough, she felt the same wetness between her legs, confirming her fears. She was so lost in thought that she barely noticed the sound of the cafeteria doors slamming shut or the fading chatter of her classmates.

Her fingers touched the slick fabric of her panties, and she felt a mix of embarrassment and fascination. She had read about arousal in her biology textbook, but experiencing it firsthand was something entirely different. It was confusing and overwhelming, and she couldn't shake the image of Jimin from her mind. Why him? They had been friends for so long, and she had never felt this way before. It had to be the dream, didn't it?

Y/N leaned against the cool metal of the stall, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to make sense of her body's traitorous response. Her breathing grew heavy, and she felt a strange tension building in her stomach. Stop it, she told herself. She hastily wiped her hand on a piece of toilet paper and flushed the evidence away. When she stepped out, her pent up desire only increased.

For the rest of the month, Y/N found herself glancing at Jimin more often than usual. The way his shirt hugged his shoulders, the way he tucked his hair behind his ear, every little gesture seemed to hold a new allure. She tried to ignore it, burying her nose in her books, but every time she heard his laugh or felt his presence, she couldn't help but think about their shared moment in the dream. It was as if a secret part of her had been unlocked, and she didn't have the key to shut it away again.

One evening, as they were leaving the library, Jimin playfully shoved her into a deserted hallway. "You're so jumpy lately," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, her breath catching as she stumbled against the lockers. "I'm just tired," she said.

Jimin's gaze lingered on her, his smirk fading into something more contemplative. "You okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N nodded, trying to compose herself. "Yeah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin leaned closer, his eyes searching hers. "You sure?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I didn't wanna say anything earlier, but you've been acting weird for over a month now."

Y/N felt her throat tighten. She hadn't realized her feelings had been so transparent. "I'm fine," she said, her voice normal now. "Just a lot on my mind."

Jimin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well, if you ever need to talk," he said, "you know I'm here. I have and will always be here."

Y/N felt a strange flutter in her stomach. Did Jimin know? Did he feel the same way? She pushed the thought aside and forced a laugh. "Thanks," she said, "but it's just school stuff. You know how it is."

Jimin nodded, but his gaze remained intense. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with doubt. "But if it's something more..."

Y/N's thoughts raced. What if he did know? What if he had felt the same way in the dream? Her mind was a whirlwind of what-ifs and butterflies, and she needed to get out of there before she did something stupid. "It's nothing," she said, taking a step back. "I should get going. It's late."

Jimin studied her for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright," he said, his voice still gentle. "But if you need anything, just text."

Y/N nodded again, her cheeks still burning. She turned and practically sprinted out, her heart racing. As she stepped out into the cool night air, she took deep, gulping breaths, trying to calm herself down. What was happening to her? She had never felt this way about Jimin before. He was just her best friend, her confidant, her...She didn't want her stupid sexual horniness to be the reason for the end of their perfect friendship. It was the only thing perfect in her life.

For the next few weeks, Y/N researched ways to remove sexual thoughts from her mind, diving into psychology books and articles late into the night. She tried meditation, visualization, and even considered talking to the school counselor, but fear of embarrassment kept her tongue-tied. The more she tried to ignore her feelings, the stronger they grew. She found herself daydreaming about Jimin in class, imagining his hands on her, his lips against hers. It was all she could think about. It was so annoying.

One afternoon, they were in Jimin's room, studying for their upcoming exams. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne and the faint hint of sweat from their last-minute cramming session. Y/N's heart raced as she pretended to focus on her textbook. She could feel the heat of his body beside her, and every time their elbows brushed against each other, she felt an electric jolt.

"Hey, you okay?" Jimin asked, looking up from his notes.

Y/N's eyes snapped to meet his, her cheeks aflame. "What?" she squeaked.

Jimin frowned slightly. "You just zoned out there for a second," he said, concern etched into his handsome features. "You're not getting sick, are you?"

Y/N took a deep breath and hoped the flush in her cheeks would be mistaken for exertion. "No, I'm fine," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady.

But Jimin wasn't fooled. He set his pencil down, his eyes searching hers. "You don't look fine," he said, leaning over to place a hand on her forehead. "Maybe you're coming down with something."

The warmth of his hand was like a brand on her skin, setting off a chain reaction of sensations that made her body ache. She couldn't take it anymore. "I'm okay," she whispered, pushing herself off the bed. "I need to go to the bathroom."

Y/N practically sprinted down the hallway, her heart racing. She locked herself in the bathroom, her breaths coming in short gasps. She leaned against the cool porcelain sink, staring at her flustered reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wild, her cheeks a fiery red.

With trembling hands, she pulled down her panties and sat on the edge of the tub. She had never done this before, but the need was overwhelming. She spread her legs slightly and tentatively touched herself, her fingertips brushing over her clit. It was like a live wire, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She couldn't believe she had never tried this before. She began to stroke herself gently, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the sensation.

Her breath grew ragged, and she leaned back against the cold porcelain, letting her head fall back. She didn't know what she was doing, but it felt so good. Her hips began to rock slightly, the pleasure building with each stroke. Without thinking, she moaned Jimin's name, the sound echoing in the small room.

And that's when she felt it-a sudden pressure against her back, a hand replacing hers between her legs. She froze, her eyes flying open to see Jimin standing right behind her. His hand, strong and sure, took over her trembling fingers, stroking her with a confidence that sent waves of shock and pleasure through her.

Y/N gasped, her body stiffening in surprise. "Jimin," she whimpered, but his name came out as more of a plea than a protest. "I'm sorry."

Jimin's eyes searched hers in the mirror, his expression unreadable. "Don't be sorry," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've been watching you for months, Y/N. I knew something was up."

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, her mind racing. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You've been so...distracted," he murmured, his hand still moving rhythmically between her legs. "I know you better than anyone. And I know that when you get like this, it means something's bothering you."

Y/N felt a mix of emotions-fear, excitement, and confusion-swirl within her. She had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, in front of anyone, even Jimin. But his touch was like a balm, soothing the ache she had been carrying around for weeks. She didn't know if she should stop him or if she even wanted to.

"Jimin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What are you doing? What's happening to me? I'm so confused."

He leaned in closer, his hand still working between her legs. "It's okay, don't panic," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I'm going to help you."

Y/N's eyes remained fixed on their reflection in the mirror as Jimin's long, deft fingers continued their exploration. His touch grew bolder, slipping a digit inside her, the feeling so foreign yet surprisingly welcome. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as his hand moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern that mirrored the pulse of the blood in her veins.

"You're feeling this because you're growing, Y/N," he said, his voice calm and soothing, as if explaining a complex math problem. "Your body is changing, and so are your desires."

Y/N couldn't believe what was happening. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But at the same time, she had never felt so alive. Jimin's fingers slid in and out of her, the sensation of his knuckles brushing against her clit with every stroke making her tremble. His touch was gentle, yet firm, as if he knew exactly what she needed without her having to say a word.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet bathroom.

Y/N's eyes remained closed, her chest heaving with every breath. "Y-yes," she admitted, her voice shaking with each new wave of pleasure.

"Good," Jimin murmured, his eyes never leaving her face in the mirror. "You're doing great. Just let go, Y/N. I'm right here."

Y/N nodded, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. She felt the tension in her body slowly dissipate as she allowed herself to succumb to the sensations he was creating. His touch grew more insistent, his thumb circling her clit with precision. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this, but she was too lost in the moment to care.

"Jimin," she gasped as the warmth grew, her voice barely a whisper. "I think...I think I'm going to...Oh god!"

"It's okay," he murmured reassuringly, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "That's it, Y/N. Just let it happen."

Y/N's body tensed as the warmth grew more intense, and she couldn't hold back a whine of panic. "Jimin," she choked out.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, his voice calm and steady. "Just keep breathing."

Y/N's eyes remained squeezed shut as the sensation grew stronger. She was on the precipice of something she didn't fully understand, and she was both terrified and exhilarated. She could feel her body tensing up, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Jimin," she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of fear and pleasure. "It's too much."

"That's good, Y/N," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her face in the mirror. "It means you're close."

Y/N's eyes squeezed shut tighter as the warmth grew into a crescendo. "I don't know if I can handle it," she whispered, her voice shaking.

"You can," Jimin assured her, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. "Just breathe with me, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to follow his instructions. His hand never stopped moving, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore. "Oh god, Jimin," she moaned, her body writhing in his grasp.

"You're so close," Jimin whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Just let it happen."

With a loud gasp, Y/N came, her body convulsing in pleasure. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jimin watched her in the mirror, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and fascination as he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

"You're okay," he murmured, his hand slowing as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. "Just breathe."

Y/N nodded, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. "W-what was that?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling.

Jimin's hand remained between her legs, his thumb gently stroking her sensitive flesh. "That, Y/N," he said with a knowing smile, "was your first orgasm."

Y/N's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had just washed over her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Jimin turned her around to face him, "For what?"

Y/N's eyes searched his, filled with confusion and a hint of fear. "For...for that," she said, gesturing to the space between them, still trembling from her climax. "What we just did...I...I was feeling, for lack of a better word, sexually deprived, for the past few months, and I needed that. I was slowly going insane. I guess my body was tired of being a virgin." She chuckled a bit to diffuse the tension, if there was any. Then, to hide her embarrassment, she hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder.

Jimin held her close, his arms strong and reassuring around her. "It's okay, Y/N," he murmured. "It's totally normal to explore your body and your feelings. And if you need help with that, I'm happy to be here for you. You didn't have to hide this from me."

Y/N pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a mix of embarrassment and relief. "I just didn't know what was happening," she said, her voice still a bit shaky. "I thought I was going crazy."

Jimin chuckled and brushed a stray hair out of her face. "You're not crazy, just growing up." He leaned in, his eyes searching hers. "If you ever need anything, you can always come to me."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she was also scared of what that might mean for their friendship. "So like a friends with benefits kinda deal?"

Jimin couldn't help but laugh at this, "I'm surprised you even know what that is."

Y/N's cheeks flushed even deeper, "I've heard people talk about it in school."

Jimin's smile grew more gentle. "We're not exactly friends with benefits. It's more like, I help you whenever you need it. You should be paying me really."

Y/N's eyes widened in horror. "No, no way!" she exclaimed, pushing him away slightly. "You can't charge me for this!"

Jimin chuckled, his grip on her not loosening. "I'm just kidding, Y/N," he said, his voice low and warm. "I'd never charge you for anything."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She'd get over her romantic feelings for him, as long as their friendship remained intact, she was okay.

"Okay, let's do it," she said, her voice stable now. "But you can't tell anyone, okay? There's gonna think I'm a lame, inexperienced virgin."

Jimin chuckled, "I'm not going to tell anyone. Pinky promise." He held up his pinky, smiling reassuringly.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. She linked her pinky with his, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Okay, pinky promise," she agreed.

The next time Y/N was in need of 'Jimin's services' was Wednesday of the following week. After school, Jimin noticed Y/N was walking awkwardly to his car.

"Is everything okay?" Jimin asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/N looked up at him, her cheeks a deep shade of red. "I'm...wet."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Ah," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's go to my place then."

Once they were safely in his room with the door locked, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. She sat on the bed, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "Are you gonna do the same thing as last time?" she asked, her voice genuinely curious.

Jimin sat beside her, chuckling, "I was actually thinking of something else."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes searching his for an answer.

Jimin's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Something different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "Lay back."

Y/N did as she was told, her heart racing as she felt him push her back onto the bed. His hands slid down her hips, deftly unbuttoning her pants before tugging them off along with her panties. She couldn't believe this was happening again, but the anticipation was too intense to deny.

"Jimin," she gasped as his mouth moved to her navel, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. "What are you doing? That tickles!"

He looked up at her with a grin, his eyes filled with mischief. "You'll like this, I promise," he said before lowering his head again.

Y/N felt his warm breath on her skin as he trailed kisses down her stomach, her body shivering with anticipation. He paused for a moment at the top of her mound, his nose nuzzling her clit before his tongue darted out to taste her. She moaned, her hands gripping the bedsheets.

"Oh god, Jimin," she gasped as his mouth fully latched onto her.

"Mm," he murmured against her, his tongue swirling around her clit with practiced ease. "You taste so sweet."

Y/N couldn't believe this was happening. Jimin's mouth was between her legs, his tongue expertly navigating her folds as she lay there, writhing with pleasure. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the feeling was quickly replaced with a delicious heat that spread from her core to the rest of her body. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her hands fisting in the bed sheets.

"You like that?" Jimin's voice was muffled against her skin, but the smirk in his tone was unmistakable.

Y/N's body arched off the bed as his tongue swiped over her clit, the sensation making her eyes roll back. "Y-yes," she managed to choke out, her voice strained with pleasure.

Jimin's eyes flickered up to meet hers, a smug grin on his face. "I knew you'd like it," he murmured before diving back in.

Y/N's hips bucked, her body no longer her own as Jimin's tongue danced over her sensitive bud. "Oh my god," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "I never knew it felt like this."

Jimin's eyes twinkled with mirth as he watched her reaction in the mirror. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his mouth still full of her.

Y/N's cheeks flamed even more, but she couldn't argue with the pleasure coursing through her. "I've never...oh...fuck," she panted, her hips bucking against his mouth.

"Shh," Jimin murmured, placing a hand on her hip to hold her in place. "Just lie back and let me taste you."

Y/N's body responded to his touch, her legs falling open wider as his tongue delved deeper into her wetness. She couldn't believe the sounds coming from her own mouth, the whimpers and gasps that filled the room. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each stroke of his tongue a crescendo building towards something unimaginable.

"Oh Jimin, oh my god," she moaned, her voice growing more desperate. His mouth was insistent, his tongue relentless as it flicked against her clit. She felt her body tense, her muscles tightening as she approached the precipice of climax.

"Mm, you're so close," Jimin murmured. He slid a finger inside her, his mouth still working its magic on her sensitive nub. The dual sensation was too much, and with a sharp gasp, Y/N's body convulsed as she came.

Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming his name as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her, drinking her in. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn't anticipated, but it only added to the intensity of her orgasm. Her body trembled as she rode the wave, the pleasure crashing over her like a tsunami.

"Oh, fuck, Jimin," she moaned, her hips bucking as she reached her peak. She felt his tongue delve deeper, lapping up her juices with a hunger that surprised her. As she came down from her climax, she watched, her cheeks burning, as Jimin pulled back, his mouth glistening.

Jimin plopped next to Y/N in his bed, his cheek propped up by his hand as he studied her face with a smug smile. Y/N, on the other hand, was a flustered mess, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Why did you do that?" she finally managed to ask, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the orgasm.

"Do what?" Jimin asked.

Y/N felt her face burn even hotter. "You...you drank it," she whispered, her eyes unable to meet his. "It probably tastes bad."

Jimin leaned in closer, his smile growing more mischievous. "Why don't you tell me?" he suggested, his eyes gleaming with challenge. He held his wet finger up to her lips, the taste of her own arousal still lingering on his skin.

Y/N's eyes widened with shock, but there was a flicker of curiosity in them as well. She didn't know what to say, but she didn't pull away as he brought his finger closer. She could see her own juices glistening on him, and she felt a strange sense of power in knowing that she was the one who had made him taste that way.

"Open up," Jimin urged, his voice a gentle command. Y/N's heart was racing, but she did as she was told, parting her lips slightly. He traced his finger along the seam of her mouth, leaving a trail of wetness that she couldn't help but follow with her tongue."Mmm," she murmured, the taste of herself foreign and yet oddly intimate. "It's not bad," she admitted, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Jimin's eyes danced with mirth. "Told you," he said, his voice low and teasing. "It's fucking amazing."

Y/N's cheeks were on fire, but she couldn't deny the curiosity that had her leaning in closer. "You're just saying that because you have to. You're my best friend," she said, kicking him with her leg.

Jimin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I'm not just saying it."

Y/N looked at him skeptically before getting up and putting her panties and pants back on. She had to remind herself that Jimin was only teaching her, not her actual lover. "Okay, okay," she said, trying to regain composure. "I'm gonna head to my place. I'll see you later."

That night, Jimin found himself tossing and turning in bed, his thoughts consumed by Y/N's sweet taste and the sounds of her pleasure still echoing in his ears. He had never expected his friendship with her to take such an intimate turn, but the way she had responded to him, the way she had looked at him in the mirror, had stirred something within him that he couldn't ignore.

As he drifted off to sleep, an image of her flitted into his mind-her soft, plump lips parted in a gasp, her eyes wide and filled with wonder as she came for the first time with his mouth on her. He felt his cock stir, and before he knew it, he was lost in a sea of sensation.

The dream began as most of his sex dreams did: with the girl of the moment, her body writhing under his. But as he sank into the warmth, the face above him shifted, morphing into Y/N's, her dark eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that was so raw it took his breath away. The setting changed from a faceless hotel room to the library where they studied together, the books forgotten as their bodies entangled on the cold, hard floor.

Her skin was soft, her touch tentative, and her kisses were gentle-so different from the rough, passionate encounters he was used to. The way she whispered his name, the way she looked at him with a mix of fear and desire, it all felt so...real. In the dream, he could feel the weight of her emotions, her innocence, and it was intoxicating. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it was terrifying.

Jimin woke up in the middle of the night, his heart racing, his sheets a tangled mess around his legs. His cock was rock hard, and he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked around his dark room, trying to shake off the images of Y/N that still lingered in his mind. It was just a dream, he told himself, but the ache in his chest didn't agree. He had had wet dreams before-about his past flings, about the girls he had dated-but none had ever left him feeling like this.

In the dream, Y/N's eyes had been so wide and full of wonder, her body responding to his touch with an innocence that was almost painful to watch. It was as if she was discovering a new world, and he was her guide. He had felt a strange sense of protectiveness, a need to be gentle with her, to show her all the wonders that sex could bring without scaring her away.

The intimacy of the dream was what had really thrown him off. In his past relationships, sex had been more about the act itself, the chase and the conquest. But with Y/N, it was about her. It was about her pleasure, her reactions, the way her body moved with his. It was about the connection between them, the unspoken bond that had grown over the years. And as he watched her come in his dream, her face contorted with pleasure, something shifted within him. Did he...like her? Like, really like her? Not just as a friend?

Jimin sat up in bed, his heart racing. He had to get out of there before he started thinking about it too much. He threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, and grabbed his phone. Maybe scrolling through memes would help. He opened his door and almost collided with Y/N, who was standing in the hallway, looking just as flustered as he felt.

"H-hey," he said, his eyes wide with surprise. "What are you doing here? It's midnight."

Y/N's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "I had a...a question," she stuttered, holding up her phone. "I couldn't sleep and I didn't know who else to ask."

Jimin leaned against the doorframe, his heart thumping in his chest. He couldn't believe she was here. "What's up?" he asked casually, trying to hide his nerves.

Y/N fidgeted, her eyes darting to the floor. "You already know this but...I've never been kissed before. And I was wondering if...you're okay with it...if you could maybe...kiss me?"

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing. He had never seen Y/N like this before, so vulnerable and exposed. It was jarring, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. "Kiss you?" he echoed, his voice sounding unnaturally high.

Y/N's cheeks grew even redder, and she nodded, her eyes pleading. "Yeah, I know it's weird, but I had this...this dream about you, and it was so intense, and I just want to know what a kiss feels like. Just one. It's not a big deal, really. You don't have to if you don't want to," she rambled, her voice speeding up as she tried to fill the awkward silence. "I just...I need to know what it's like, you know? Oh my god, did I just tell you about the dream? That's so embarrassing. I'm sorry, I'm just really confused right now. I'll just go."

Before she could turn and leave, Jimin reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice low and gruff. He pulled her towards him, and she stumbled slightly, her eyes widening as she looked up at him.

"What are you-" she began, but her words were cut off as Jimin's mouth crashed down onto hers. It was a kiss that took her by surprise, a kiss filled with passion and need that she had never felt before. His lips were soft and insistent, his hands sliding around her waist to hold her against him as he deepened the kiss.

Y/N's mind went blank with shock and pleasure as she felt his tongue slide against hers. It was nothing like she had imagined, nothing like the chaste pecks she had seen in movies or read about in books. This was raw and real, and it made her heart race in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her arms wound around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, her inexperience shining through in the way she clung to him. But Jimin didn't seem to mind. He kissed her like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, his hands roaming her body as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her.

Y/N felt herself melt into him, her body responding to his touch in a way she never thought possible. She had never felt this kind of desire, this kind of need before. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

As they broke for air, Jimin looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked, his voice thick with want.

Y/N nodded, her breathing ragged. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "Thank you."

Jimin's thumb traced her jaw, his gaze intense. "You liked it?"

Y/N nodded again, her eyes still glued to the floor. "Mmhmm," she murmured shyly.

"Look at me," Jimin's voice was firm, his hand sliding to the back of her neck and tilting her face up. She reluctantly opened her eyes, her cheeks still stained with a deep blush.

The intensity in his gaze took her aback. His hand on her ass was possessive, but his touch on her neck was gentle, almost tender. "I want to see your face when you tell me you liked it," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering open. The sight of him so close, so intense, made her heart race even more. "I liked it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jimin's grip on her neck tightened, his eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "Good girl," he said, his voice gruff.

Y/N felt a thrill run down her spine at his praise. He leaned down again, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. This time, she didn't flinch. Instead, she arched into him, her body craving more of his touch. Jimin's eyes darkened at her response, and he took it as an invitation. He pulled her closer, pressing her against the length of his body.

With a swift movement, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Y/N gasped, and he took full advantage, pushing his tongue further in to explore her. The sensation was overwhelming, a dance of passion that she had only dreamt of. She felt like she was drowning in the heat of his embrace, but she didn't want it to end.

Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to get closer. She had never felt this way before, never experienced this kind of raw desire. It was as if her entire body was on fire, and only Jimin could extinguish the flames.

As the kiss grew more intense, Jimin's hands began to wander, cupping her breasts over her shirt. Y/N gasped into his mouth, the sensation making her toes curl. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. She could see the question in his eyes: was this okay? But she was too far gone to care. She nodded, her breathing heavy and shallow.

Jimin's hands moved with more purpose, his thumbs rubbing circles around her hardened nipples. Y/N felt her knees buckle, but he held her up, his grip firm and reassuring. He pushed her back onto the wall, his body pressing into hers, the heat between them almost unbearable. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hands moved to the hem of her shirt.

Y/N's mind was racing with the sensations, the feeling of his body against hers, the taste of him on her lips. She had never been this close to anyone before, never felt this desired. She didn't know how to process it all, but she didn't want it to stop. Her own hands moved to his hips, pulling him closer as she felt his erection press against her.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, looking for consent, and she gave it willingly, her nod almost imperceptible. He took the cue, his hands moving up to unbutton her shirt, his mouth never leaving her neck. She shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, his breath hot against her.

With a swift tug, her shirt was off, and he took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Her bra was simple, but the way it hugged her curves made his cock throb even more. "You're beautiful," he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with lust and love.

Y/N blushed, her hands moving to cover herself instinctively, but Jimin's hands stopped her, holding them at her sides. "Don't," he said firmly. "Let me see you."

He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes devoured her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

Y/N felt a thrill of excitement and fear as she stood before him, naked from the waist up. But Jimin's eyes were filled with nothing but desire and admiration, and it was all she needed to push aside her insecurities. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jimin leaned in, capturing her mouth in another fiery kiss as his hands roamed her bare skin. His touch was like electricity, sending shockwaves through her body and making her nipples peak even further. She moaned into his mouth, her body begging for more.

With a gentle bite to her lower lip, Jimin broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to her chest. His tongue traced the edge of her areola before flicking against her nipple. Y/N gasped, her body jolting at the sensation. She had never felt anything so intense, so personal. It was as if he was worshiping her, and she was powerless to resist.

He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling gently before increasing the pressure. Y/N's back arched, her nails digging into his back as she let out a whimper. "Mm, you like that, baby girl?" he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N nodded, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "More."

Jimin chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. He took her other nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it lightly before his tongue swirled around it. She felt her legs give out, but his arms were there to catch her, holding her up against the wall as he continued to kiss and bite her sensitive flesh.

With his free hand, Jimin reached down and began to unbuckle his pants. Y/N's eyes widened as he pushed them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free. It was the first time she had seen one in person, and she couldn't help but stare. It was larger and more intimidating than she had ever imagined, the tip glistening with precum.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear.

Jimin stepped out of his pants and underwear, his erection standing tall and proud before her.

"I want you to touch me, Y/N," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I need to feel your hands on me."

Y/N's eyes remained glued to his cock, a mix of curiosity and trepidation swirling within her. She had never done this before, never even seen one up close. It was both fascinating and intimidating. "How?" she asked, her voice small.

Jimin took her hand and brought it to his erection, wrapping her trembling fingers around it. "Like this," he said, guiding her hand to stroke him gently. His eyes never left hers, watching as she tentatively began to move her hand up and down.

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt the warmth and hardness of him in her hand. It was a strange and powerful feeling, knowing she had this kind of effect on him. She tightened her grip slightly, feeling him twitch in response. He groaned into her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "That's it, baby," he murmured.

Encouraged by his reaction, she began to move her hand more confidently, her curiosity growing. She felt his hand guide her, showing her the pace and pressure he liked. It was strange, feeling him this way, but it was also incredibly thrilling.

"Good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Just like that."

Y/N's hand grew more confident, her curiosity turning into a need to please him. She watched his face for any signs of what he liked, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a soft moan. His hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat of his cock against her stomach.

Her thumb swiped over the wet tip, spreading the precum, and Jimin's hips jerked forward. "Fuck," he murmured, his hand tightening on her hip. "That's it."

Y/N felt a surge of power knowing she could affect him like this, her thumb continuing to glide over his cock as she watched his face contort with pleasure. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and released as she explored him.

Without a second thought, she leaned down, her eyes still locked with his, and took him into her mouth. The feeling was strange, but the taste was not unpleasant, a mix of salt and musk. She felt him jerk in surprise, his eyes going wide before they rolled back in his head.

She moved her head tentatively, taking in his girth as much as she could. Jimin's hand found her hair, his fingers threading through it as he guided her, showing her the rhythm that he liked."Fuck, Y/N," he breathed out, his voice strained. "You're so fucking good at this."

Y/N didn't respond, instead focusing on the task at hand. She felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly. Jimin noticed and pulled back immediately, his hand coming to her cheek. "It's okay," he murmured, his eyes filled with concern. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

But Y/N's eyes were determined. She leaned back in, her mouth open and eager, taking him deeper than before. The sensation was strange, but she liked it. Liked the way he felt, liked the way he tasted. Liked the way his hands tightened in her hair and the low, guttural sounds he made when she hit just the right spot.

Jimin groaned, his voice strained. "Keep going, just like that, baby."

Y/N took his advice, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Her eyes watered, but she didn't stop, driven by a newfound desire to bring him to the edge.

"Mm, yes," Jimin groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "Fuck."

Y/N felt his cock twitch in her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening. She didn't know what she was doing, but the sounds he was making were like music to her ears. She moved her head faster, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took him in deeper.

With a loud groan, Jimin's body stiffened, his hips thrusting into her mouth once, twice, before he released a hot stream of cum down her throat. She choked slightly, unprepared for the intensity of the moment. But she swallowed, eager to please him, her eyes never leaving his as she tasted him for the first time.

His orgasm seemed to last forever, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he filled her with his release. Y/N felt a strange mix of pride and shock as she realized she had brought him to climax. When he finally pulled back, she took a deep breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, looking for any signs of regret or discomfort. But all he saw was a hunger that matched his own. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue sliding against hers as he tasted himself on her lips. "Fuck, Y/N," he murmured against her mouth. "That was...that was amazing."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of pride. "I liked it, too," she confessed.

Jimin smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. "I've got something else to show you," he said, his voice low and husky. He pushed her against the wall, his cock rubbing her clit, her legs trembling with anticipation.

With a gentle nudge, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with precum and her own arousal. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she felt the tip of him pushing against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I'll go slow, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide with both fear and anticipation. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I trust you."

With those words, Jimin pushed forward, entering her slowly. Y/N gasped as she felt herself stretch around him, the sensation both painful and exhilarating. "You're so tight, baby," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "So perfect."

"It hurts a little," Y/N whispered, her eyes watering as she felt the pressure build.

"I know, it's your first time," Jimin said through gritted teeth, his own desire warring with his need to be gentle. "Just breathe, okay?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself stretching around him. "Okay," she managed, her voice shaky.

"Good girl," Jimin murmured, pushing in a little further. "You're doing so well."

Y/N's eyes were snapped shut, her teeth gritted against the pain that grew with every inch of Jimin's cock that entered her. "Baby, relax," he said. "Open your eyes for me."

With a shaky breath, she did as he asked, and his gaze bore into hers, a mix of concern and passion. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Jimin pushed in further, his movements slow and deliberate, watching her face for any signs of distress. Suddenly, her pain transformed into something else, something more profound. Y/N felt a pressure building inside her, a pleasure she had never felt before. She was lost in the sensation, her eyes still locked on Jimin's. She felt a warmth inside her growing.

"Come for me, Y/N," he whispered, his voice a mix of command and desperation. "I need to feel you come."

Y/N's eyes widened, the pressure inside her building to an unbearable crescendo. She didn't know how she knew, but she could feel it coming. Her hips bucked upward, meeting his rhythm, her walls tightening around him. "Jimin," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He increased his pace, his strokes more deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

Y/N's breaths grew more rapid, her body tightening around him like a vice. The pressure grew until she couldn't contain it anymore, and she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She screamed out his name, her nails digging into his back as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Jimin watched her with awe and a hint of pride, his own release building. He felt her walls clench around him, her body pulsing with every spasm of pleasure. He couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, he drove into her one last time, filling her with his cum.

Their breaths mingled, their bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, they stayed like that, connected in a way that went beyond friendship. Jimin leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her.

Y/N's eyes were glazed over, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She felt filled and complete, like a puzzle piece finally snapping into place. "Jimin," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, his breaths coming in pants. "Mhmhmm?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Can we...you stay in me for a while?" Y/N asked, her voice still shaky.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of tenderness and lust. "Of course," he murmured, kissing her gently.

He remained still, his cock still buried deep within her, allowing her to feel the full extent of his warmth and presence. Y/N's eyes drifted closed, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she savored the feeling of their bodies joined together. She had never felt so alive, so wanted.

"Y/N," Jimin whispered, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

Y/N's eyes looked at his, lost in the sensation of his warmth inside her and the way he looked at her. "Mm?" she responded, her breaths evening out.

Jimin's voice was gentle, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I like like you."

Y/N's eyes widened at his confession. It was the first time he had admitted any romantic feelings towards her, and she felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. "I like like you, too."

He kissed her again, this time softer and more lingering, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. She opened for him eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as they deepened the kiss. Their bodies remained connected, their hearts beating in sync.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the aftermath of their passion. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with hope and vulnerability. "So now what?" she whispered.

Jimin's gaze searched hers as a smile plastered on his face. "Now I'm your boyfriend."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Your...girlfriend?" she asked, her voice tentative.

Jimin nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "If you'll have me," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N felt her heart race, her cheeks flushing at the realization of what this meant. "I will," she replied, her voice barely audible.

Jimin leaned in for another kiss, this one gentle and reassuring. He slowly pulled out of her, and Y/N felt an unexpected pang of loss, but it was quickly replaced with sleep as he lifted her in his arms, bridal style. "Sleep with me," he murmured, carrying her to the bed.

Y/N nodded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. She allowed him to lay her down, and she snuggled into his embrace, his arm around her waist, his cock still semi-hard against her thigh. They lay there, their bodies entwined, listening to each other's hearts beat in the quiet room.

It was a moment of pure contentment, a moment where their friendship had morphed into something more, something that neither of them had anticipated but both desperately craved. Jimin's hand caressed her skin, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip. Y/N's hand found his, lacing their fingers together.

As they lay in silence, the gravity of their situation began to settle in. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But as she felt the steady beat of his heart against her chest, Y/N knew that she didn't want to. For the first time, she felt seen, desired, and loved in a way she had only dreamed of.

Jimin's hand slid down her body, his fingers playing with the folds between her legs. She shivered at the sensation, her body still sensitive from their lovemaking. He chuckled softly. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered, his voice filled with a newfound tenderness that sent butterflies fluttering through her stomach.

Y/N blushed, snuggling closer to him, her heart racing with excitement. "Go to sleep," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Fine," he said, his hand coming to rest on her lower stomach. His breaths grew even, and she could feel his chest rise and fall beneath her cheek. Soon she was asleep too.

The next day at school, Y/N was a bundle of nerves. Jimin had handed her a small, unassuming package before they parted ways that morning, his eyes twinkling with mischief. She had opened it in the bathroom to find a small, pink vibrator and a wireless remote. "Wear this all day," he had whispered, his voice thick with excitement. "And I'll surprise you."

Y/N had blushed furiously, but something about the daring thrill of it all had her agreeing. She slid the toy into her panties, the cool plastic against her sensitive flesh sending a shiver down her spine. As she walked to her first class, she could feel it nestled inside her, a constant reminder of the secret they now shared.

Her first class was calculus, a subject she had always found challenging. She took her usual seat in the front, her heart racing as she spotted Jimin sitting in the back, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The teacher, Mr. Thomas, was notorious for his random, on-the-spot questions, and she could feel Jimin's eyes on her, watching, waiting.

As the lesson droned on, she found it difficult to focus, her mind wandering to the night before and the feel of Jimin inside her. She was jolted back to reality when Mr. Thomas called on her, asking a complex question that she hadn't quite caught. Panic set in, and she stumbled over her words, trying to piece together an answer.

Jimin's smirk grew wider from his spot in the back, his thumb hovering over the button of the small, unassuming device in his pocket. The anticipation was palpable as she took a deep breath to compose herself. The moment she began to speak, his thumb pressed down, and the vibrations shot through her.

Y/N's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp as the vibrator came to life. She felt her cheeks flush and her pussy clench around the toy, her legs pressing together involuntarily. She stumbled over her words, trying to maintain her composure as the pleasure grew more intense.

Mr. Thomas looked at her quizzically, obviously noticing her distraction. "Miss Y/N?" he prompted, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N's heart was racing as she struggled to focus on the problem at the board. She felt Jimin's eyes on her, the silent challenge in his gaze making her pulse quicken. "I...I just need a moment," she managed to say, her voice shaky.

Mr. Thomas nodded, turning to write something down on his desk. The second his back was turned, Y/N's eyes darted to Jimin, who had the audacity to wink at her. She narrowed her eyes, but she couldn't help the smirk that played on her lips. This was a game she hadn't known she wanted to play.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his hand still in his pocket, fingering the remote. Y/N could feel the vibrations intensifying, making it almost impossible to concentrate. She squirmed in her seat, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall, willing the minutes to pass.

Mr. Thomas turned back, "Miss Y/N, are you ready to answer my question now?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Yes, the answer is 2." She could feel Jimin's eyes on her, his smirk growing wider as he played with the intensity of the vibrator, the buzzing a secret symphony of pleasure between them.

The class droned on, but the focus was no longer on the equations scribbled across the whiteboard. It was on the delicious torment pulsing through her core, the silent battle of wills that had become the rhythm of their morning. Each time she began to get comfortable, Jimin would crank up the vibrations, and she'd have to fight not to moan or squirm in her chair.

The moment Mr. Thomas called for a short break, the tension in the room was palpable. Y/N took the opportunity to stand, her legs shaking with the effort to keep herself upright. She hoped the movement would help disperse the heat pooling between her thighs, but she had underestimated Jimin's determination. The second she was vertical, the vibrations kicked into overdrive, sending her knees wobbling.

Her eyes shot to Jimin's, desperation and pleading mingling in her gaze. He simply grinned, his thumb pressing down on the remote. The vibrator inside her reached full power, and she felt like she was going to collapse. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes watering with the effort to maintain her composure.

Y/N's knees buckled, and she reached out to grab the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. She felt a hand on her back, and suddenly Jimin was there, his strong arms supporting her. "Wet for me?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that only she could hear.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she nodded, her breath coming in pants. "Yes," she managed to whisper.

The second she nodded, Jimin's thumb pressed down, the vibrations reaching their peak intensity. The room spun around her, and she felt like she was going to come right there in the middle of calculus class. But before she could, she felt lips on her ear, Jimin's voice a soft, seductive whisper. "Not yet," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "Hold it in."

Y/N bit her lip hard, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the waves of pleasure threatening to crash over her. The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and she had never been so grateful for the chaos of students shuffling out of the room. Jimin's arm remained around her waist, his hand in her pocket, guiding her out of the classroom and into the empty hallway.

"Jimin, please, make it stop," she whispered, her voice shaking with need.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But you said you could handle it," he teased, his thumb playing with the button on the remote, the vibrations fluctuating in response to his touch.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to stand on trembling legs. "I didn't know it would be this intense," she breathed.

Jimin's smirk grew wider as he leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against her ear. "You like it," he said, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. "Admit it."

Y/N couldn't help the whine that escaped her lips as the vibrations grew stronger. "I do," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "But I can't walk like this."

Jimin chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Fine," he said, the vibrations dying down to a gentle hum. He leaned in, his voice a soft whisper. "Just for now."

Y/N's eyes snapped open, glaring at him with mock irritation. "You're evil," she murmured, but her voice was laced with affection.

Jimin chuckled, his grip on her tightening. "Only when it comes to you, my love," he whispered, his thumb tracing circles on her hipbone.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. She leaned into him, the warmth of his body seeping into her. "You're going to pay for this," she said playfully.

Jimin's eyes danced with mischief. "Looking forward to it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips.

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