#jimin x yoongi

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Breed My Alpha | YoonMin

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin Genre: smut, fluff, mxm AU: A/B/O. Alpha Min Yoongi, Omega Jimin Wordcount: 4,395 Summary: Alpha Yoongi loves when Jimin goes into heat because the omega seems to think he’s actually the alpha and Yoongi *loves* going along with it. Warnings: smut smut smut. mxm, bruh i don't even know how to warn this. it's straight up smut where jimin wants to fuck yoongi. mentions of slick, alpha/omega dynamics. mentions of breeding. smut without a real plot Rating: M / 18+ AN: This took five hundred years to write between the chaos of life, a promotion at work, trying to have a social life, and just being in a ridiculous funk for months. But we did it, folks. We did it. @gimmethatagustd inspired the prompt, and made me a moodboard, and convinced me to join a fest on twitter and now here we are. This is for the omegajiminfest on AO3. Baby's first mxm, first A/B/O and first smut in *months*. thank you to my fave @theharrowing for beta reading and of course beautiful Jai for encouraging me to finish this mess 🥰 Masterlist | AO3 | Twitter | AskBox

The second Yoongi puts his key in the lock of the front door, he can smell it. 

It’s a perfect mixture of mandarins, grapefruit, bergamot, juniper, and rosemary. The combination of his alpha’s and Jimin’s omega’s scents. 

It almost has Yoongi growling. 

“Here we go.” Yoongi mumbles to himself with a smile, slowly opening the door and stepping inside, bracing himself for the next few days

He had been at work, mind replaying the morning earlier when he woke up to Jimin whimpering in his sleep and the undeniable smell of his heat coming. 

He asked the omega if he wanted Yoongi to stay, but he denied him, saying he felt fine. 

He got the voice memo just after lunch. 

“Alpha. Need you. Where are you? Yoongi, need alpha.” He was borderline sobbing between pants. Yoongi could practically hear the way he was rutting against the sheets, looking for any kind of friction. 

Thank god he thought to wear his headphones before playing it. He doesn’t want to know what his assistant would’ve thought. 

Yoongi sent him a text back saying to wait and ended his work day early, telling his boss he’d be out of office for a few days. 

He rushed to the closest convenience store, stocking up on instant meals, snacks, and various drinks. He also made sure to grab a bottle of lube. Omegas don’t need it, producing their own slick, but Yoongi knows his omega mate all too well. Sometimes he asks for specific things an omega generally doesn’t. So he gets the lube, and maybe he’ll give his omega what he wants this time. 

He’s quick to put the groceries away after toeing off his shoes at the door. 

Once complete, he takes a deep breath, his wolf prancing in his chest. 

Omega is waiting. Hurry, hurry, hurry. 

Just to spite his wolf, Yoongi takes his time moving to the bedroom, slowly crawling up the stairs as the omega’s pheromones get stronger. He can hear the whines of his mate halfway up the steps and it only teases his wolf more. 

When he opens the bedroom door, his eyes immediately lock onto Jimin, who, in the time it took for Yoongi to leave for work and come home, had rearranged the bed, turning it into a full-on nest of pillows and blankets. Yoongi had tried sneaking some of his dirty clothes from the laundry into the bed the night before when he had a feeling the heat was coming, but Jimin never liked dirty laundry on the bed or his nest, so they got tossed to the floor.

“Alpha?” Jimin’s voice cracks, head barely lifting to look behind him. He’s on his stomach, wearing only his underwear, clutching the pillow underneath him as he slowly rolls his hips into the bed. 

“I’m here, Jimin.” He stands at the edge of the bed, taking off his blazer and belt, watching his mate try to relieve himself. He can see how soaked his tight briefs are and he has to fight the wolf to do what he wants. 

“Yoongi. It hurts.”

“I know, baby. I’m here now, it’s okay.” His voice soothes as his own pheromones blend with Jimin’s, calming the omega’s anxiousness as he crawls onto the bed on his hands and knees. Jimin quietly whines every time Yoongi’s lips meet his spine, following the moon tattoos up to the back of his neck. 

“You’re so pretty, omega. My beautiful omega.” A purr vibrates through Yoongi’s chest as he nuzzles his nose just under Jimin’s ear, teasing at the scent gland. 

“Please.” 

“Hmm?” Yoongi’s lips curl up into a grin, his teeth grazing over the gland and next to the claim mark he gave him a little over a year ago. “What do you want, Jimin?” 

“You.”

“Me?”

“Alpha. Need alpha’s knot.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me, you just want to use me.” Yoongi teases, licking and sucking anywhere but the scent gland. 

“No!” He tries raising his head to turn to his mate, but the side of his head is quickly pushed back into the pillow by Yoongi’s large hand. Jimin whines at the force, even though it is very light. 

“No?” Yoongi teases, fingers tangling in the smaller’s hair for a moment. 

“Not using you. Need you. Want you. Please, please, please.” He’s almost sobbing, hips lifting to try to meet Yoongi’s crotch with his ass. 

“Okay, okay. I hear you. How bad do you want me and my knot, baby?”

“Please.” He cries, tears falling into the pillow. 

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Need you so bad. So, so, so bad, Yoongi.”

“Ass up, omega.”

God, Yoongi loves how obedient Jimin’s omega is. Outside of heats, Jimin is a brat in bed. He’s constantly going against Yoongi’s orders, not that he gives that many to begin with. But he’s always talking back, trying to take power away from Yoongi. Which, to be fair, Yoongi loves. If anything, he gets more turned on the more dominating Jimin tries to be. 

But Jimin in heat? That’s a whole other Jimin for Yoongi to fall in love with. 

Yoongi’s barely off him before Jimin’s pushing his ass up, settling on his knees and hugging the pillow under him. Yoongi rolls up his sleeves, laughing as Jimin gives his ass a little wiggle and Yoongi can’t resist giving it a quick smack, grinning at the sound Jimin makes in response. 

“That’s my omega. Can I take these off?”

“Yes. Please. Please, please, please.”

Yoongi’s grin grows, teeth showing, as he rips the underwear off, not wanting to waste time pulling the fabric down his legs, and tossing it to the floor. 

Large hands spread Jimin’s cheeks as Yoongi’s chest swells with pride at just how wet his omega is for him. 

“Oh, baby. You’ve been suffering all this time while I was at work?”

Jimin tries to answer, he really tries. But all words escape him, only a loud muffled moan, when Yoongi’s licking directly across his hole. 

If you asked Yoongi what his favorite snack was, he’d say Jimin. And everyone would laugh, thinking it was a joke, an attempt to tease Jimin and make him flustered in front of his friends. But Jimin and Yoongi both know that he’s being completely serious.

The man loves eating ass. Specifically Jimin’s. Specifically Jimin’s when he’s in heat. 

Omega tastes so good. His alpha screams in his chest, encouraging Yoongi to practically devour Jimin, fingers and tongue slipping past his rim to open him up quickly. 

Jimin comes twice before Yoongi decides to give in to his alpha’s demands, crawling over his omega, kissing up his spine and trailing over his moon tattoos. 

“Such a good omega. So perfect.” His voice rasps against Jimin’s skin. 

“Yoongi, alpha. Please.” Jimin whines again, voice on the edge of being broken. 

Yoongi’s quick to get off the bed again, removing the rest of his clothing until he’s naked before crawling back onto the bed. 

“I got you, baby. You don’t have to wait any longer.” Yoongi smirks, sitting back on his knees, his hands lazily sliding down Jimin’s torso to his hips. One hand stays there, holding him tight, while the other lines up his erection to Jimin’s soaked hole, wasting no time in pushing past the rim. 

And Jimin purrs. 

And Yoongi���s mind is gone. 

Omega happy. Omega likes us. More, more, more.

The moan mixed with the purring from the small omega kicks Yoongi’s alpha into overdrive. 

Knot him. Breed the omega. Pups. Need pups. Make the omega happy and pregnant. 

“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi’s voice cracks, wincing from the mix of pleasure and pain from how tight Jimin’s clenching around him. As if Jimin is trying to milk Yoongi for everything he’s got and he hasn’t even formed his knot yet. 

His hips have a mind of their own, pistoning into Jimin at a pace neither is prepared for. Jimin mindlessly pressing his ass back when Yoongi stutters, demanding he keep going. 

None of what Jimin’s mumbling through his cries makes any sense, and honestly, Yoongi is so focused on not coming immediately, that he’s barely paying attention. 

Knot the omega. Our omega. We love our omega. 

Yoongi’s desperate to keep his alpha quiet, but it’s impossible when his omega is splayed under him, begging for his alpha. 

“Alpha— knot. Plea—. Need it.” Jimin’s voice cuts through the alpha’s internal screams, delightfully prancing around at the request. And Yoongi can feel it forming. The knotted bulge around the base of his cock, growing bigger with each thrust and press against Jimin’s ass. 

It’s a heavy mix of praise and begging, whining and growling, panting and gasping from both men until Yoongi’s knot finally pushes past Jimin’s rim, his hole swallowing it completely. 

“Alpha!” Jimin squeaks underneath Yoongi, whose body slumps over the younger’s back, teeth gently dragging along Jimin’s scent gland as a hand snakes its way under the omega, finding his cock and slowly stroking it. 

“Gonna fill you with pups, omega. You ready for me?” His voice gently rumbles against Jimin’s ear who nods quickly, smattering of words of yes, please, and calling of his alpha spilling past his lips. 

Yoongi sinks his teeth into Jimin’s neck, almost perfectly over the claim mark, and with two more short thrusts, growls as his orgasm completely stills him. 

Jimin’s perfectly still as well, save for the bursts of his own orgasm shooting past Yoongi’s fingers and onto the bed. 

It’s euphoric, every time that Jimin’s in heat and takes Yoongi’s knot. When Yoongi’s in his rut, his alpha completely takes over and it’s like watching himself be with his mate. His alpha is feral; claiming the omega over and over, marking and scenting him so any and every alpha, beta, and omega knows Jimin is his omega. 

But when Jimin goes into heat outside of Yoongi’s rut? 

He gets to enjoy every moment. 

Every moan, every whine, every begging word, and every time Jimin clenches around him. 

Which is why he’s slow to release his hold on Jimin’s neck as he presses his hips further against the pliant omega. 

It’s only once he feels his knot go down and Jimin’s stomach feels fuller, that he releases his neck from his jaws. 

“Good omega, you did so well for your alpha.” He purrs into Jimin’s ear, licking over the fresh bite mark, “So so so good. Took my knot so deep, didn’t you?” 

Jimin turns his head to the side, finally showing his face. There’s drying tears on across his cheeks, his lips swollen from biting down too hard. 

He’s beautiful. 

He nods slowly, eyes failing to stay open. 

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. I’m gonna pull out and clean you up now, okay? Then we can nap until your heat spikes again.” 

Jimin whines again. But it’s not the omega whine, it’s a “Jimin’s being stubborn” whine. 

“Don’t even.” Yoongi smirks, kissing his cheek and slowly pulling out, hand rubbing his backside through the pain. 

He rushes off to the bathroom, grabbing a warm and wet washcloth and a change of clothes. But when he comes back, Jimin’s fast asleep. Yoongi’s eyes roll as he quietly cleans the omega, not bothering to put pajamas on him, leaving soft kisses where he can. He crawls into the bed and curls around his omega, holding him close as he falls asleep to the sound of pleasant purrs. 

The next twenty-eight hours pass like this. They sleep, Jimin wakes up, heat spiking, and rouses a sleeping Yoongi to wake and give him what he needs. 

And Yoongi’s not one to ever deny his mate, letting Jimin suck his alpha’s cock until he’s hard and ready to go. Or when Jimin takes Yoongi roughly in the shower when the elder is just trying to clean the omega, but the smell of grapefruit and juniper is enhanced by the steam. 

There are moments when Yoongi has to momentarily drag the omega to the kitchen to have food and drink something. Or carry him, bridal style, to the bath while Yoongi changes some of the sheets, letting the freshly washed Jimin be the one to rearrange the nest until he’s satisfied. 

There are many cries of “my alpha” and “my omega” exchanged, Jimin being way more clingy and possessive than usual. It’s all pretty standard and almost routine, but still so sweetly domestic.

Until Yoongi wakes up to Jimin sitting on the alpha’s legs, rubbing his hardened cock against Yoongi’s as his lips kiss along his jawline and throat. 

“Jimin, what are you doing?”

“Taking care of my alpha.” He purrs in response, kissing down his alpha’s stomach, lips just avoiding the heavy cock resting there. 

“And how are you gonna do that?” His words tease, but the tone is adoration. 

“Gonna knot you.” Jimin’s lips leave wet trails on the skin alongside Yoongi’s cock, still just barely ignoring its existence. He nuzzles the space where his hip meets his inner thigh. 

“Oh, really?” Yoongi’s legs inch apart just slightly at the visual. 

Jimin’s quick to nod for his alpha, nibbling the delicate skin until it bruises. 

“Yeah, gonna knot, fill alpha up with my pups.”

Yoongi wants to tell him that’s not how it works. Jimin is an omega, there’s no way he can form a knot. 

It’s physically impossible.

But, fuck, does Yoongi wanna see Jimin try. 

So he parts his legs further, giving Jimin permission and access. 

“You better open me up first so I can take it. Your alpha can’t take a knot like you can.” He runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, the omega looks so fucked out already, but so excited at the same time. 

“You’ll take my knot so well.” He purrs again, his ass wiggling in the air. Yoongi knows that wiggle. That’s the omega presenting, waiting desperately for his alpha’s cock. 

Yoongi’s wolf is screaming at this point. 

Omega wants us. Omega is ready.

Nope, he’s going to ignore it. Tonight, Jimin is the alpha. Yoongi is the omega in heat, waiting to be bred. 

Yoongi only recently started letting Jimin play alpha in bed. He knows of alphas mating with their own sub genders, but he’s never taken part. He’s only ever been with omegas and only ever topped. 

But along came omega Jimin, who one day with a shy smile and a soft dusting of a blush, asked if he could go down on his alpha. Yoongi thought Jimin just wanted to give him head, so when he agreed, he was confused by how excited Jimin was. 

Sure, Jimin gave mind blowing head for a moment, but his tongue eventually dragged its way past his balls, lifting them out of the way to the small rim of muscles, making the alpha jump, his fingers pulling at the omega’s hair. 

It took some convincing from Jimin, but Yoongi eventually gave in, letting the smaller of the two eat him out, eventually introducing a finger. Yoongi will never forget how it felt the first time Jimin fingered him. The way his toes curled, the hand not tangled in Jimin’s hair gripping the sheets as he tried to relax more. 

That’s the furthest they’ve ever gone with it, though. Yoongi’s been too nervous to actually bottom for Jimin; or rather, his alpha’s pride felt threatened. So Jimin would only ever get a few fingers in, massaging his prostate with them while his other hand squeezed his growing knot, making Yoongi have the most mind numbing orgasms every time. 

But today feels different. Yoongi can feel his alpha screaming, but he ignores it. He wants this. Wants Jimin. 

“Don’t make me wait, omega.” Yoongi growls through gritted teeth as Jimin leaves small bites on either side of his inner thighs. 

“I’m not an omega.” Jimin glares, daring to pout at Yoongi who just smiles, running his fingers through the smaller’s hair.

“Of course, I’m sorry alpha.” Yoongi bites back the teasing grin, shifting his hips. Jimin purrs in response, face nuzzling against a fresh bite mark on his hip. 

“Good alpha.” Jimin smiles, lightly kissing the mark.

“Me alpha, or you alpha?” Jimin looks up in response, annoyed at Yoongi’s question. It makes the older laugh, “Baby, I need to know how this is going to go. Don’t be mad. Am I alpha or omega?”

It’s like he can actually see the gears turning in the omega’s brain as he tries to figure it out before he finally responds with a quiet, “My alpha…”

“And you’re alpha, too?”

“Your alpha.”

“Sounds good. Now, come on, alpha. I need you.” 

Jimin smirks in response, delicate fingers wrapping around Yoongi’s cock and giving a gentle squeeze. Yoongi’s chest rumbles, a groan ripping through his throat. 

Jimin wastes no more time, wrapping his perfect lips around the tip of Yoongi’s cock and sucking, his tongue pressing against the slit to make Yoongi’s squirm. 

“Jimin-ah…”

He doesn’t get a response in the form of words, just Jimin lowering his mouth down around the alpha’s erection. He stops just shy of where his knot would form and the tip hits the back of his throat. Yoongi’s fingers tangle in Jimin’s blonde hair, tentatively pushing his head down further. 

Yoongi’s words are muffled in his moans, but it’s when Jimin’s finger teases at Yoongi’s hole that he has to fight off his alpha, who desperately wants to flip Jimin around and sink as deep into him as he can go.

“No teasing, alpha.” Yoongi growls in warning. Jimin’s eyes glance up at him, moving his mouth off Yoongi’s cock and smiling at the way Yoongi’s biting his bottom lip.

He hovers back above the alpha, small hands wrapping around Yoongi’s wrists as he slowly moves them to sit on the pillow above Yoongi’s head. Yoongi’s quick to understand the silent order, tangling his fingers together as if his wrists were bound. 

“Be good for me.”

“Always.”

Jimin’s omega preens at the obedient alpha, shuffling back down and spreading Yoongi’s legs more before licking his hole. 

“Jimi-ah—.”

Jimin hums in response, taking that as a sign to not hold back. 

And while Yoongi loves eating ass, Jimin’s mouth is designed for it. 

It drives Yoongi insane. His alpha howling at the sensation. 

Jimin uses the moans and growls to push forward, tongue diving past the ring of muscles and working him open.

“Jimin.” His voice cracks, and Jimin glances up, giving the alpha a pointed look. 

It takes Yoongi a second to click what he said wrong.

“Alpha,” the omega smiles at the correction, kissing the sensitive space between his balls and hole. Yoongi tosses his head back into the pillow, continuing to fight his alpha, “Chim, you know I can’t produce my own slick, I have lube in the drawer.” 

He managed to remember to bring the lube to the bedroom after drawing a bath for Jimin last night and letting him rest by himself. 

Jimin’s head perks up further, eyes finding the drawer in question. Yoongi bites back a laugh at the way Jimin quickly crawls away from Yoongi and to the drawer, pulling out the small bottle of lube.

Yoongi closes his eyes, willing himself to rely on his senses and holding back his alpha, giving himself completely to Jimin. He hears the click of the bottle opening, the almost obscene squelch of the lube being squeezed onto Jimin’s fingers. He hears Jimin crawling back into position, and feels the way his free hand slide’s up Yoongi’s thigh, as if to warn him of what’s coming. 

But he’s not ready for the cold shock of the lube, hips bucking up and away at the contact of fingers pressing against his hole. 

“Cold.” He’s quick to breathe out. 

“Never liked lube…” Jimin mutters, slowly pushing two fingers in and curling them up. Yoongi hisses at the sensation, relaxing immediately at how Jimin somehow always manages to find the perfect spot to press. 

“I don’t have slick. This is how it’ll have to be, Jimin-ah.” His eyes are shut, but he can hear the way Jimin’s hand leaves Yoongi, quietly playing with the lube between his fingers. 

The wild thing about relying on the other senses by depriving oneself of one is those other senses get amplified. Which is why when Yoongi mentions slick, he can smell the slick coming from his omega. He can feel the way Jimin repositions himself. Can hear the way he reaches behind himself to gather up his own slick.

This time, when Jimin presses his fingers in, it’s a lot easier, almost warm, and Yoongi has no time to process that it’s Jimin’s own slick being used as lube before he’s bucking his hips up when Jimin’s fingers curl inside. 

Jimin works him open, mixing the lube with his own slick to get Yoongi open enough. 

“Doing so well, my alpha.” He praises absentmindedly, eyes focused on the way his fingers spread Yoongi open. 

Yoongi can’t respond, how could he? He can only let out soft sounds of pleasure until Jimin is crawling back over him, delicate kisses trailing up his skin. 

“Fuck me.” 

It’s said out of breath, desperate, needy. 

Jimin nods, a shy smile flashing across his face. 

Jimin covers his cock in more of his own slick and a small amount of lube (he really hates the stuff) and positions himself between Yoongi’s legs. 

“I love you, alpha.” He whispers it against Yoongi’s lips, not giving him a chance to respond when he pushes the tip of his cock in. 

It’s hot open mouth breaths against one another as they’re both gasping at the feeling. Jimin’s inside of his alpha. He’s fucking Yoongi for once. 

It feels too fucking good. 

Jimin gives Yoongi a moment to relax once he’s bottomed out, soft kisses on his lips, cheeks, down to his throat and scent gland. 

“My sweet alpha. Doing so well.” He praises, running his tongue along the gland, both scents intensifying around them. 

“Knot me, Chim. Please, fuck me.” Yoongi’s voice falters, hips lifting to try to meet Jimin’s and make him move. His hands are gripping the pillow tight. He wants to destroy it to avoid touching Jimin. 

Jimin presses him back down, hand gripping the older’s hip to keep him in place, and pulls out until it’s just the tip. He starts out slow, getting Yoongi adjusted to the feel and the stretch until he’s practically begging for more. 

“My perfect alpha. Gonna knot you. Breed you. Fuck you so full of my cum. My beautiful alpha.” 

Yoongi can only cry out in pleasure, hands finally ripping the pillow above his head, finally grabbing Jimin to bring his mouth to his in a sloppy and needy kiss. 

It’s when Yoongi purrs that Jimin officially loses it. 

“Present for me.” It’s a simple instruction, a basic command Yoongi has given Jimin countless times, yet it makes Yoongi’s mind hazy as he rushes to comply. He feels so empty when Jimin pulls out, desperate for Jimin to fill him up again, he gets to his hands and knees, ass straight up in the air. 

“Good alpha.” Jimin purrs, hands grabbing at the flesh of his ass and watching the way Yoongi’s hole flutters for him. 

“Just for you, alpha.” Yoongi whines into a not destroyed pillow, cursing when Jimin pushes back in. 

“You take me so well, baby. So fucking perfect for me.” A hand slides up and down his back as he fucks him like it’s his only goal in life to bring pleasure. 

Yoongi whines, pleasure intensifying and making it hard to stay coherent as he takes everything Jimin gives him. 

He doesn’t even notice when Jimin pulls him up to just his knees, one hand around his torso, the other on his hip. He leaves wet kisses along his neck as the alpha leans his head back on Jimin’s shoulder. 

“That’s it, alpha. You wanna come around my cock? Let me knot you and fill you up? Make you mine?”

“Please. Jimi—oh fuck. Please.” His words are broken, the intensity of his orgasm building as both of Jimin’s hands reach for his cock. One hand squeezing the base where his knot should be forming while the other teases the tip mercilessly. 

“Come for me, alpha. Let me feel it.” His whispered command breaks the alpha, crying out, body shaking but not falling as Jimin keeps him close, milking his orgasm from his cock. It’s the most intense feeling, hands around his sensitive cock while being fucked so deep at the same time. 

He fucking loves it. 

“Fuck I’m coming, too.” Jimin quickly latches his teeth into Yoongi’s neck, right on the scent gland. He pistons into Yoongi a few more times before stopping suddenly, finally coming deep inside. 

It feels so good, so intense, Yoongi comes a second time. It’s not as intense, a small aftershock orgasm, but it’s so fucking good that they both fall forward when Jimin is done. 

The room is silent, save for the two catching their breaths, until a soft giggle comes from the omega. Yoongi turns to his side, Jimin falling to his opposite side to face the alpha. 

“What?” Yoongi asks out of breath still. 

“Thank you.” Jimin whispers, “for letting me do that. I know your alpha must’ve been fighting you the entire time. I know my omega was.”

“It was. But, it gave in at the end. Felt too fucking good.” 

“Yes it did.” Jimin giggles and Yoongi's alpha feels so damn proud. 

“I think it broke my heart, though.” Jimin smiles, half-moon eyes showing and making Yoongi smile in return.

“We’ll take today to rest and make sure. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

“Shouldn’t I take care of you?” He pouts and Yoongi has to give the full gummy smile.

“No, baby. I’m fine.”

“But the alpha should take care of the—”

“I’m okay, Chim. I promise. If anything, we can take care of each other. Okay?”

“Bath”

“Let’s nap a little first and then, yes, we’ll have a bath together.”

Jimin nods in agreement, pushing his body forward until the two are cuddling and his face is buried in the alpha’s neck. 

“I love you, Min Yoongi, my alpha.”

“I love you, Park Jimin, my beautiful omega.”

[bangtaninborderland]

TGM SPECIAL SCENES- THREE

Pairing: JIMIN X YOONGI || 18+ || 3.7K WORDS

Warning: mxm, sub!yoongi, mean Dom!JIMIN, cock stepping, overstimulation, degradation, hair pulling, anal play, use of vibrator, nipple play, honestly this is so smutty, Yoongi gets off on Jimins foot, subspace, aftercare.

A/N: this honestly got so freaky I don’t know how we got here I loved writing mean Dom jimin and subby yoongi you WILL get more trust me. Jimin is about to be mean mean.

TGM MASTERLIST

Jimin blew out a breath, dropping himself on the bed. “So Hyung how do you want this to go?”

Yoongi hummed, sitting at the head of the bed. “Well, I thought you could show me your whole…”

“Now Hyung you’re asking to see my hole? At least take me to dinner first.” Jimin laughs, lightening the atmosphere.

“Shut up, Jimin.” Yoongi throws one of the small decor pillows to the younger, the item brushing against his face before dropping to the floor.

Jimin picks the pillow up. Sliding it under his head. “You have awful aim.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, picking up another pillow, this time his throw harder, calculated. “How’s that for aim.”

“Ouch!” Jimin shouted as the zipper hit his eye. “That hurt.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi mumbled rushing round. He lifts Jimins face in his hands, thumb brushing over the small red mark forming underneath his eye. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, hyungs sorry.”

“Hey, Hyung, it’s okay you didn’t mean to.” Jimin takes the elder's hands in his own, reaching up to smooth out the frown turning down Yoongi's lips. “I’m okay.”

“Let me get you some ice, at least.” Yoongi begins to walk away, hand nearly slipping out of Jimins.

“Yoongi stop.” At the sound of his name, Yoongi paused. Something in him leaning into jimins words. “Come here.”

Jimin observed the elder, watching for any discomfort. When he found none he continued. “Sit beside me.”

“Okay.” Yoongi sighed, perching himself on the end of the bed, little ways beside the Dom.

“You did not mean to hurt me, I am okay, it was an accident and you’re forgiven. It was a little mark, nothing serious. I still think I look pretty good, don’t I?”

Yoongi nodded, jimin had to stifle a laugh at the doctor's pout. “You do.”

“Okay then, that’s that. Now, how do you want this to go? Are you okay to go through with it?”

Jimin lets yoongi think, not wanting to rush. Even if it was a “challenge” he still took his interactions with everyone in the house, sexual or not, seriously. “I’m okay, I was thinking you know…you could just be yourself?”

Jimin was surprised, never taking yoongi as someone who’d want that. “Be myself? You want to do it as a scene?”

“If you’re okay with that.” He reassured.

He definitely didn’t object, in fact, he was more so a mix of curiosity and excitement. Still, he didn’t let that prioritise itself, ensuring Yoongi was comfortable was imperative. “I didn’t think you viewed yourself as submissive Hyung, is this something you want to talk about?”

“Just want to try it is all.” Yoongis cheeks were a light shade of pink. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No. I want to, you remember the traffic light system?” Jimin checks, finger drawing small circles on the elder's hand.

“I do, green, yellow and red.” He answers.

Jimin smiles, pleased. “Good. How about you take your clothes off and get comfy on the bed? I just want to grab a few things.”

Yoongi wastes no time, standing up and stripping. it doesn’t take him long to find a comfortable position on his back, guessing that’s how Jimin would want him, easy access and all.

“Fold your clothes.” Jimin directed from someone in the corner of the room, Yoongi sighed at the thought of having to get back up again so he shook his head mumbling a small “They are fine there.” they were his clothes, it didn’t matter how he left them.

Jimins voice grew heavier. “Yoongi, I wasn’t asking. Every minute it takes you is a minute you’ll be punished. Remember you have the right to safe word any moment something feels uncomfortable.”

“Sir yes Sir.” Yoongi retorted sarcastically, pushing his naked body off the bed to fold his clothes. He was met with a hard gaze from Jimin, Yoongi shrunk into himself a little at the sight. This side of Jimin was intimidating, and powerful.

Jimin walked over to him in long strides, hand gripping Yoongis chin, forcing the elder to look at him. “Make another sarcastic comment like that and I’ll have you bent over with a red ass. Seeing as you like the name so much, for the rest of the scene you can call me Sir. Do you understand?”

Yoongi shuffled as much as he could, eyes focusing anywhere but Jimins face. “Yes.”

Yoongi nearly whined as Jimin dug his nails into his cheeks. “What was that?”

“Yes Sir.”

Jimin tapped his face lightly, releasing his grip on him. “Good boy, fold your clothes and lay on the bed. Don’t make a sound.”

Even if he didn’t admit it out loud, Yoongi was sure Jimin noticed the way his dick twitched at the praise. Not wanting to give the Dom a chance to comment on it, he turned, busying himself and folding his clothes. He didn’t look back, he didn’t need to, he heard Jimin walk away, returning to whatever he was doing with the equipment in the corner.

Yoongi finished swiftly, pretty proud of the smile pile of clothes. Small things, he held a chuckle to himself, resuming his earlier, comfortable, position. If he wasn’t as horny as he was Jimins bed would be a pretty good place to sleep, music comfier than his own. “So you know how to listen.”

Yoongi bit back a snappy comment, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t entirely sure he could take Jimin seriously when he was like this, especially knowing how soft the younger actually could be.

His thoughts stopped as a slap to his thigh had him shrieking. “You know I have my rules Yoongi. I don’t tolerate disrespect and whilst we are in a scene you are my submissive, it’s not only my responsibility to ensure you are safe and content it is also my responsibility to make sure you don’t forget who is in control.”

Jimin trailed a finger up the elder's pale thigh, edging dangerously close to the top of his cock. “You won’t roll your eyes or speak unless spoken to, you will address me correctly and you won’t cum until I say you can. Colour?”

“G-green.” Yoongi thrusts his hips despite his attempt at keeping himself still, this earned him another slap, this time to the opposite thigh. “Sorry.”

“You’re learning aren’t you, Hyung?” Jimins voice was laced with a playful disrespect as he muttered the honorific, finger closer to the doctor's ribs.

Yoongi shook his head, the name not feeling right. “Not h-Hyung.” He stumbled over his words, not caring enough to make an effort.

“You want me to call you something else?” Jimin smiles, nail trailing over the doctor's nipple. He marvelled at the way it hardened instantly, it was just perfect how the others body was so responsive, so in tune with his touch. “How about baby?” He chuckled when Yoongi shook his head. “My slut? Doll? Pretty whore?” He tried again, all of which earning another no. “You wanna be a puppy like my Tae Tae? Maybe I could bring him up here, let him teach you how to behave.”

Jimin couldn’t hold back a coo as yoongi whined, his nipple a fierce red from the continuous touch. “What about baby boy?” Yoongi flushed a light pink, legs tensing momentarily. “You like that do you? Baby boy?”

“S-stop teasing.” Yoongi sighed, wiggling as to relieve the light throbbing of his cock.

“Oh is my baby boy getting brave now?” The Dom pinches his nipple, twisting it for a second before releasing it. Barely long enough to bring Yoongi any real pain but enough to have the other whimpering. “You’re like a kitten, soft one moment then spiteful the next. Never mind, I’ll have to just train you right.”

As always, Jimin never missed anything, especially not during a scene so Yoongis' reaction to the pet name was noticeable, his lips turning up at the corners. “You like being called kitten do you?”

“N-no.”

Jimin hummed, pinching the other nipple. “Do you want to correct that?”

“Ah yes yes.” Yoongi gasped. “No Sir.”

“You say you don’t like it but you’re smiling all prettily there baby boy. It’s okay if you like both, I’d never judge.” Yoongi relaxed a little at that, the reassurance doing wonders as he nods. Jimins feels a thrum of pleasure shoot through him, there was nothing better than seeing a submissive happy. “So good. I’m going to start now, it won’t be anything special today. I’m going to put a vibrating plug inside of your ass and then I’ll let you fuck your cock into my hand, I’ll decide how many times I want you to cum, and ask permission before each orgasm. Is that okay, what’s your colour?”

“Yes Sir.” Yoongi was thankful for the quick explanation, the cautiousness replaced by a mix of anticipation and excitement. “I'm green.”

“Good, turn over onto your stomach, head down ass up. I’ll open you up with my fingers before putting the plug in.” Despite how excited he was to have Yoongi wrecked underneath him, nothing mattered more than comfort and safety. “I’m just going to the table, I’m right here with you.”

Yoongi shuffled around, eventually finding a comfortable way to situate his head, he felt a little exposed, Jimin had been fully clothed but still, he didn’t feel any less. Jimin was an amazing Dom.

Yoongi stiffened as he felt a wet finger press against his rim, taking a deep breath to relax. “Arch your back a little more baby boy.” Jimin commanded softly.

Yoongi did his bed, stretching as far as his body would let him. He let his eyes flutter close as Jimin began opening him with one finger, his heavy breathing turning into soft moans as the Dom added another and another before declaring him ready. “I’m going to put the vibrator inside, don’t move and don’t make a sound.”

Yoongi nodded, knowing a response wasn’t necessary. He felt the bed shift but Jimins touch didn’t leave his body, whether it be a finger touching his thigh or a leg brushing against his. It was comforting, a sense of security he never knew he wanted. He let himself fall into it, Jimin would take care of him.

He bit his lip, stifling his noises, as the toy was pushed inside of him, a thick butt plug shaped in the right way, resting against his prostrate. “All done, turn over.”

The doctor cursed under his breath as the toy shifted inside of him, laying down only seemingly making it press deeper inside of him. “Too deep,” Yoongi whined, lifting his hips from the bed.

Jimin eyed him for a minute, eyes lingering on his cock as he decides what to do. With a firm grip, he tugs the doctor's cock, finger pressing over the tip, nail scratching the sensitive skin. “Awh is it too much baby?.” Jimin teased, chuckling at Yoongis' nod. “Too bad I don’t care. You take what I give you, nothing more, nothing less.”

“But-“ Yoongi began to protest, silenced by a slap to his length.

“Stop whining, you’re pathetic.” Jimin revelled in the way Yoongis lips twitched in a smile, clearly enjoying the scene. Still, Jimin thought it best to check. “Colour?”

“Green, so so green. Don’t stop.” Yoongi pleaded, eyes wide. “Please”

“Oh, baby boy, I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and begging me to leave your poor little cock alone.” Jimin laughed, once again digging his nail into Yoongis's cock. “Im going to start now, for the first one, be silent.”

“Yes, S-sir.” Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back. The vibrations inside of his ass started slow, almost too slow but he knew with jimin being able to change it on the control that wouldn’t last much longer.

The doctor gasped as the Dom wrapped a firm hand around his cock, pumping the head. “Look at you leaking so prettily.”

Yoongi bit back a whine, grabbing the sheets as though it would ground him. “Let’s make this quick hm?” Jimins hand sped up as did the vibrator, the sudden change slightly overwhelming.

Yoongi let himself fall into the pleasure, heartbeat racing as he felt his orgasm build, his throbbing cock desperate for release, the toy in his ass stretching him deliciously as it pressed against his prostate.

“You want to cum?” Jimin asked, palming the tip of Yoongis cock. Chuckling when the other nodded enthusiastically. “Cum for me.”

Yoongi didn’t need to be told twice, he let go, his orgasm exploding within him just as Jimin pulled his hands away, his cock still spurting against his stomach. Yoongi looked at Jimin, wanting an explanation for the ruined orgasm. “W-why?”

Jimin turned the vibrator down, shifting back into his previous position beside Yoongis legs. “Just because you get to lay here and cum multiple times, doesn’t mean you’re going to get to enjoy it. I think I’ll use you for my pleasure today.”

Yoongi hissed as Jimins hand made its way to his cock again, already overly sensitive. “Let’s make you cum again hm?”

Jimin didn’t give him time to recover, flicking the vibrator up to the middle setting before using one hand to massage yoongis balls, the other still wrapped around his cock. “Maybe for the next one, I’ll let you fuck my thigh. Would you like that kitten?”

Yoongi nodded, head muddled with pleasure. “Please.”

Jimin hummed as though contemplating. “Maybe, depends on how fast you cum.” He jerked his hand fast, essentially knocking all the oxygen from the elder as he gripped the sheets, willing himself not to run from the overstimulation.

“Ji-Sir please.” Yoongi stuttered, noticing his mistake. “Sorry, just, ah fuck too much.” He felt himself wanting to cry, the continuous stimulation making him want to scream.

“Careful there, Kitten.” Jimin warned, hand lightly squeezing Yoongis balls. “Don’t wanna get yourself punished.”

“no Sir,” Yoongi answers, more of a moan than anything. “G-gonna cum.”

“Such a good boy for telling me. You can cum.” Jimin praises him, he did deserve it after all.

Yoongi couldn’t keep still this time, hips bucking upwards as the vibrator continued to rest against his prostate. Cock pulsing as he cum again, this time a scream muffled by a pillow accompanying it.

“There, good boy, so good.” Jimin talked him through it, this time with a hand holding his cock up, the other palm rubbing the angry red tip. “So beautiful.”

“H-hurts.” Yoongi teared up, trying to run from the stimulation only to be trapped by Jimins frame. “Pl-please no more.”

“You look so pretty crying baby.” Jimin smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on the doctor's face. “Are these tears all for me?”

Yoongi attempted to nod but couldn’t, every limb felt on fire, in the best way possible. He was blissfully fucked out.

Yoongi gave it another minute, allowing the other to catch his breath before standing up. “On your hands and knees on the floor.”

It took Yoongi a second to move, and his movements stumbled. Jimin was right beside him, ready to catch if necessary. It was beautiful the way Yoongi presented himself.

“So gorgeous, your ass is perfect.” Jimin spoke more so to himself, reaching to pull the vibrating plug out. Yoongi argued with a whine, his ass clenching around nothing as the toy was removed. “Look at you, so desperate for more despite already coming twice. So greedy baby.”

“Please, please” yoongi begged, unsure of what he was asking for exactly, just wanting something, just wanting Jimin.

“Okay, baby. On your knees, let me see your pretty cock.” Jimin helps him sit up, Yoongi spreading his knees giving jimin a full view.

Jimin circled him. “Look at you.”

Yoongi loved the feeling this position gave him, like prey being chased by a predator.

Jimin stepped forward, coming to press down on Yoongis cock, the doctor whining, eyes wide. “You’re so pathetic, get off like this, I want you to cum like this, beneath me.”

“T-too much.” Yoongi sobbed, still rutting against the pressure of Jimins foot.

Jimin raised his foot. Colour?”

“G-green,” Yoongi whined, pressing his cock against jimin as much as he could.

The Dom laughed, pressing down on the others cock again. “Look at you, so useless, only made to be fucked.”

“Wanna cum.” Yoongis hips stuttered, still, he continued fucking himself against jimin.

“No one is stopping you, baby boy, make a mess of yourself.”

Yoongi was breathless, his orgasm at its peak. “Sir will be happy if I cum again?”

“Sir will be very happy.” Jimin assured, a hand reaching to grip the hair of the other. “Cum for me pretty boy.”

With the added touch Yoongis orgasm snapped, dribbles of cum shooting across the floor lazily. The doctors' frame slumped against Jimins leg who thankfully was ready to catch the others weight. “So good for me baby boy, so proud of you. Let’s get you cleaned up hm?”

“Yes sir,” Yoongi responded, his tongue heavy.

“Not Sir anymore baby, just Jimin.”

“My jimin?” Yoongi asks teary-eyed.

“Yes.” Jimin laughed. “Your Jimin, let’s get you into a nice warm bath.”

Yoongi felt himself being lifted to his feet, a towel wrapped around him, he tried to help but his mind was floaty, nice. Jimin sat him atop the toilet seat as he ran a bath for him, adding one of the bath bombs he knew Yoongi liked. “It’s all ready.”

Yoongi stepped in carefully, watching as jimin undressed himself and slid into the bath, behind him. He lent back on Jimins chest, enjoying the way Jimin had wrapped his arms around him. “You did so well today, I’m so proud of you. How do you feel?”

“‘m good.” He breathed. “tired.”

“You surprised me, baby.” Jimin placed a kiss on the back of Yoongis head. “You never expressed interest in being submissive.”

“Is-is it bad?” Yoongi mumbled, slightly shameful.

“No no.” Jimin was quick to reassure. “Not bad at all, you are a beautiful submissive.”

“It was weird.” Yoongi admits, hand dragging through the water. “I never thought I’d like it that much.”

“How do you feel about that?” Jimin questioned.

Yoongi contemplated for a moment, he was sure he liked it, and would do it again. “Happy?”

“Would you want to try scenes with the others?”

Oh. “Uh- maybe.” Yoongi frowned.

Jimin noticed his tone. “What’s wrong?”

Yoongi didn’t know. “N-nothing.”

“Hey, talk to me, what’s going on in your mind?” Jimin brings his hand to draw shapes across yoongis thigh.

“I don’t think I’d want to do it with the others.” Yoongi admits.

“That’s okay, not every one wants that. It’s okay if it was a one-time experience.”

“No, I uh.” Yoongi stalls. “Just- just with you.”

Jimins mouth falls into an ‘o’. “How did you feel today Hyung?”

Yoongi stiffens. “Good.”

Jimin observes for a moment. “How about we stick with baby for right now?”

Yoongi nods almost fast enough to hit Jimins head. “Yes please.”

“Okay, baby it is. Now tell me, what did you feel when we started the scene?”

“Nervous.” Yoongi admits. “I’ve never been one to be submissive.”

“So when did it change?” Jimin asks.

“When you started calling me baby boy, when um, I was calling you Sir and you were just taking care of everything. I didn’t have to worry or think, just listen.” It was nice to just listen, nice to not worry, Yoongi thinks.

“That’s good baby, really good. You mentioned you’d only want to do this with me, which is entirely okay. I'm wondering why do you think that is?” He’s careful with the wording, not wanting to cause Yoongi any offence.

“It feels good with you. You’re a mean Dom.” Jimin laughs at that, Yoongi smiled at the sound. “I don’t think I’d want anyone else to see me like this.”

“You know they will right? Because of the recording.” Jimin explains, unsure if yoongi had forgotten.

“I know, it’s different seeing it through a screen.” Yoongi answers. “I’d like to do it again.”

“We can discuss that. I’d be happy to.” Jimin wouldn’t say it again but yoongi truly was a beautiful submissive. “I’d be honoured to.”

“I-uh-like it when you’re mean. I think I would like to try random scenes, I wouldn’t mind you being dominant when you think I need it, just, I don’t know, put me in my place sometimes.” Yoongi feels ashamed as he admits a want he had once Ignored.

“I can definitely do that, I already know your limits. It’s okay to want and need these things baby, it isn’t bad and you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. How about we start off with something small? I’ll drop honorifics whatever I think you’re in that headspace and you can either correct me, tell me to call you Hyung, and I’ll stop or you can ignore it and I’ll continue. That way I can be sure it’s something you actually want at the moment and that way you’ll have a chance to change your mind.”

Yoongi hums, a light shiver running through him from the lack of warm water. “I’d like that. I could still have a way to tell you yes or no without directly saying it.”

“Correct baby. Never forget you can always safe word.” Jimin knows he knows but the reminder is still necessary. “How about we get you washed and dry? We could watch a movie and cuddle?”

“Yes please, and food?” Yoongi asks, voice hopeful.

Jimin giggles, bringing yoongis hand to his lips. “Of course baby.”

[theharrowing]

Ghost Friend

Yoongi's spirit has stayed in his dilapidating home for decades. One day, Jimin and his friends Taehyung and Jungkook decide to visit the property, and Jimin makes a ghost friend.

Or, the one where Jimin is totally Jean Grey.

👻 Yoongi x Jimin (platonic)

👻 word count: 1.8k

👻 friends who encounter a ghost, haunting au, crack treated seriously, slight hurt/comfort, appropriate for all audiences

👻 warnings: uhhh...honestly, none? Yoongi is a ghost (which implies that he is dead!) but otherwise, this is a very chill, cute little Halloweenie fic. it is not in the slightest bit scary! Yoongi is lonely, and there is a positive ending. i guess my sense of humor could count as a warning!!!

👻 note: since it's a drabble, the descriptions are not as vivid as usual. it's mostly ~vibes~.

👻 request by @park-jimin-isnt-real for my Harrowing Halloween event! thank you so much for requesting!!! 🍉💜 i feel like you wanted it to be a little more of a crack fic but i managed to make it so serious haha. 🤪

👻 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

👻 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

“Hey, Chim, think fast!”

The one who reacts to the nickname Chim – who Yoongi surmises is actually named Jimin – glances up in time for an inflatable ball to travel through Yoongi's spectral form and pummel Jimin in the side of the face. The two men Jimin trespasses with stand about ten feet away, and the buffer of the two – who Yoongi thinks is named Jeongguk – is doubled over laughing, dark hair falling in his face. 

The one Yoongi thinks is named Jimin is understandably annoyed, picking up the ball, which is painted like a basketball but much smaller, inspecting it before throwing it back with nowhere near as much strength. It nearly hits the one who might be named Taehyung, and falls to the floor, rolling away.

Jimin complains, “Don’t throw haunted toys at me, you fucking creeps,” sounding exasperated.

The toy isn’t haunted, nor does it belong to Yoongi, but he is unwilling to correct them. He thinks some children brought it to the property long ago, before the house had become somewhat of a local legend, and left it behind. Sometime in the early 2000s, he thinks, though he cannot be sure.

“This place isn’t really haunted,” the one who might be named Taehyung says in a low, somewhat whiny voice. He kicks at debris that has fallen from the dilapidated ceiling with a frown. 

Of course, this place is haunted. Yoongi standing in the center of their friend group proves as much. Only Yoongi has not made his presence known, just yet. 

Although it is somewhat disrespectful the way people always treat his house like a heap of trash, Yoongi rather likes it when folks come to visit. Being a ghost can get quite lonely, especially because Yoongi hesitates to let anyone really perceive him. 

He thinks he would like to let Jimin perceive him. Jimin, with his pretty, pouty lips that he nibbles nervously, causing them to redden and become even more pouty. Jimin, with his short ash-brown hair and stunning blend of sharp and soft features, depending on which angle he stands at. There is something gentle and understanding in Jimin's wide, dark eyes that Yoongi wishes he could get lost in. 

If only he were still alive. 

"Jeongguk," Yoongi hears Taehyung say quietly, leaning in close and pointing to another discarded ball. This one is larger and red, and its surface collects dust better than the inflatable one. "You should throw this at him when his back is turned."

Jeongguk scoffs and shakes his head, muttering, "You are so childish, Tae," despite walking over to the red ball and picking it up anyway. He very quietly tosses the ball into the air and catches it while Jimin meanders in the opposite direction, distracted by some graffiti on Yoongi's busted living room wall. 

"Hey, Chim!" Jeongguk shouts.

Yoongi, who has begun slowly gravitating toward Jimin, watches as Jimin sighs and turns, shouting, "What, now?"

Jeongguk chucks the ball, and Jimin recoils this time, lifting his hand in order to deflect it. Except, without thinking, Yoongi reaches up and stops the ball in mid-air. Then, realizing his mistake, he quickly drops it. 

If Yoongi could breathe, he would be holding his breath. He feels anxious as his gaze moves between Jimin and his curious friends, whose expressions are frozen with shock. Jimin's hand had lifted just in time for the ball, but Yoongi managed to exert just enough of his spiritual energy to stop it. 

"Holy shit!" Jeongguk shouts, breaking the tense silence. 

Jimin's hand still hovers in the air, and he glances at it curiously. "What…just happened?" he asks. 

"You're fucking Magneto!" Jeongguk shouts. "That's what happened."

Taehyung sighs, stepping closer and picking up the red ball, which had rolled in the direction of his feet. "Magneto can only control metal, Jeongguk. Like a magnet…it's in his name."

Jeongguk shakes his head, mind clearly working on overdrive. "Right, right, right," he mutters under his breath, seemingly searching somewhat frantically for something other than busted concrete and dust to throw at his friend next. "You're like…Jean Grey then."

As Jimin finally begins to lower his hand, the stunned expression remains on his face, and he begins to glance around at eye level as if he suspects there may have been some kind of invisible force that helped him. If Yoongi had a heart, it would sink as Jimin looks right at him – right through him. His eyes are sad and curious, and Yoongi longs so badly to just reach out and touch him. 

"You have to do it again!" Jeongguk exclaims.

"Can you do it again?" Taehyung softly asks. 

"I…" Jimin mutters, brows knitting as he shakes his head. "No, I—I don't know what happened, but I am definitely not—"

"Think fast!" Taehyung shouts, causing both Jimin and Yoongi to sigh. Jimin reaches his hand up and, without giving it another thought, Yoongi also reaches his hand out, stopping the ball right in front of Jimin's open palm.

This time, when Jimin's eyes search the air right where Yoongi stands, Yoongi fumbles and drops the ball. He had meant to hold it up as a show to Jimin's friends, but even Jimin's unknowingly undivided attention makes him panic. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be going wild right now. 

"How the fuck…" Jeongguk mutters, at the same time Jimin – whose eyes have not left the space Yoongi occupies – mutters, "Who the fuck…"

"Pick it back up," Taehyung insists. "With no hands."

"I can't—" Jimin begins but Jeongguk whines, "Just try!"

Jimin sighs and squats in front of the ball, which has been rolled over to Jimin's feet by one of his friends. Yoongi also squats. 

All is quiet as Jimin holds his hand out in front of the red ball. He mutters, "This is so stupid," under his breath while chewing on the inside of his mouth. Yoongi wonders if that is a nervous tick of his – wonders what other nervous ticks he may have. 

Jimin knits his brow and Yoongi snaps back to what he is meant to focus on: the ball. He reaches out and slowly begins to lift the red ball with both hands, ever so slightly. Jimin gasps softly while his friends begin to shout. 

"How—" Jimin mutters as his eyes lift to Yoongi again and glance around the space, searching. 

"This is crazy!" Jeongguk shouts.

"How did we never know you could do this?" Taehyung asks. 

Jimin clicks his tongue and drops his hands, making Yoongi drop the ball, as well. "I can't do this," Jimin snaps back. "Obviously there is some kind of supernatural force at play."

"There's no such thing as supernatural forces," Jeongguk responds, sounding like an annoyed schoolchild. 

This makes Jimin laugh. His eyes become little crescent moons, and Yoongi thinks he has never seen anything so beautiful in his life, nor his afterlife. 

"You don't believe in ghosts but you believe in telekinesis?" Jimin argues, amusement shaking through every word. "Even though it was your idea to come through the haunted Min property? Make it make sense!"

Hearing Yoongi's name pass Jimin's lips makes him gasp. 

"Pick it up again," Jeongguk insists. 

Jimin sighs. 

Yoongi smiles. 

After a moment of hesitation, Jimin holds his hands out, just as he had done before. The ball only rolled about a foot away when Jimin dropped it, and he leans forward. 

Yoongi also leans forward, and when he picks up the ball, Jimin must think twice, because he begins to lower his hands. Before Yoongi has a chance to lower the ball to match Jimin's movement, their energies overlap. 

It is so brief and so faint, but Jimin's fingertips fall right into Yoongi's energy, passing through the side of his hand. All of his energy tingles, from his fingertips to his toes, and he drops the ball entirely when he realizes Jimin must have felt something, as well. 

This time, when Jimin gazes right in his direction, Yoongi has to fight the urge to materialize on the spot and make his presence known. In the past, when he has been particularly moody about guests in his home, he has materialized just to scare the shit out of them. That is one of the reasons his old home has such a reputation for being haunted, almost a decade later. 

Jimin's lips part as if he is about to say something, when Taehyung asks, "Jimin? Are you okay?"

In a blink, Jimin clears his throat and says, "Yeah, sorry. Thought I felt something."

"Okay, well," Jeongguk complains impatiently, "pick it up again."

Jimin sighs but smiles, shaking his head slightly as his gaze passes over Yoongi again and then returns to the ball. He holds his hands out and pretends to concentrate, and Yoongi reaches out and picks up the ball. 

A bright flash fills the space, making Yoongi drop the ball while Jimin heavily blinks and frowns, looking up at his friends. 

"I got it!" Jeongguk cheers. "Proof that Jimin is Jean Grey!" 

"You can hardly tell the ball is even lifted," Taehyung bickers. "From the angle it looks like it could still be on the floor."

While the two of them argue, Jimin continues to search the space. He holds out his hand, palm facing Yoongi, and without giving it any thought, Yoongi returns the gesture by holding his hand up and ever so slightly touching their palms together. 

"Heol," Jimin mutters, eyes widening. "I knew it."

The other two continue to bicker while Jimin sits and stares, smile slowly creeping over his face. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be aching. All he wants is to say something back or materialize fully and let Jimin see him. But what kind of a relationship could be had between a human trespasser and a ghost who refuses to leave his own home?

"Jimin-ssi!" Jeongguk shouts, "we have to do it again. I need a better picture."

"We are not taking another picture," Jimin says, rolling his eyes. "I promise you, I am not Jean Grey."

As the three friends argue, Yoongi stays squatted, eyes trailing from Jimin to the ball. He feels a deep, overwhelming sadness that has only compounded in the years since his death. Loneliness. Grief. But he also feels happy. Although he knows it would not be a good idea for Jimin to see him, he thinks that it is okay if he lets Jimin feel him a little more. 

"Just do it one more time!" Jeongguk insists. 

"No pictures," Jimin responds, to which Jeongguk quickly adds, "My phone is in my pocket!"

Jimin sighs, Yoongi sighs, and they both reach for the ball. 

"Are you ready, ghost friend?" Jimin asks so quietly that Yoongi wonders if he may have misheard. 

But he knows he has not misheard because Jimin stares right at him – right through him – with a smile. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be soaring.

Ghost friend. Yoongi likes the sound of that. 

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BTS roleplay, Yoonmin Roleplay, Jimin x Yoongi, Taehyung x Jungkook. I'm an adult, 25+ I prefer my partners to be at least 21

I'm very active as I am a youtuber so I make my own hours.

I would love to find some people to roleplay with, not really interested in "friends" perse had bad luck in that department - but maybe after a few months of getting to know someone.

I can roleplay various roles, top and bottom both. I really enjoy Kitty Gang x AgustD themes.

I also really like Mafia, Supernatural, and other such genres.

The only genre I don't do typically is slice of life, I find it boring.

I'll do anything really that contains Yoonmin though :3

@GamerKittyEuphoric is my Discord ~ add me

About me:

I'm over 25 and I've been roleplaying for a very large part of my life, I'm chronically online due to 1: Being disabled, 2: Being a youtuber, and 3: Just enjoying being online. Due to this, I am almost always around unless I'm sleeping, so you can always look forward to 'some' form of reply from me. I don't ghost my partners - I always communicate. Communication is very important to me.

About my roleplay:

I play top and bottom roles, and I'm happy to double up. I prefer heavily story driven plots but will RP sexual elements if the story calls for it properly.

I do not do porn-based sex-driven plots. I don't like them. I will do a plot that has high sexual content, it's not the same as a sex driven plot. I will outline several of these later on.

I have no limits. I will RP just about anything.

My favorite ships listed in order of desire: Yoonmin, Taekook, VMin as Best Friends only.

Because I ship Yoongi with Jimin and Tae with JK, I don't really do any other ships. Sorry, not sorry lol I like what I like <3 I don't "HATE" ships, I'm just not open to them :3

Where can you find me? Discord: GamerKittyEuphoric

Genres of RP I enjoy

my top faves are towards the top but the rest are in no particular order: Crime/Thriller (e.g., detectives, criminals, conspiracies)

Supernatural (e.g., vampires, werewolves, witches in modern settings)

Romance (e.g., slow burns, forbidden love)

High Fantasy (e.g., elves, dragons, magic)

Dark Fantasy (e.g., grim settings, morally complex characters)

Urban Fantasy (e.g., magical elements in modern settings)

Dark Dove ( Triggering Topics, generally some pretty dark stuff )

Mythology-Based (e.g., Greek, Norse, or other mythos)

Time Travel (e.g., paradoxes, historical rewrites)

Medieval (e.g., knights, castles, feudal systems)

Steampunk Fantasy (e.g., gears, steam technology mixed with magic)

Post-Apocalyptic (e.g., survival after societal collapse)

Cyberpunk (e.g., high-tech, low-life settings, dystopia)

Gothic Horror (e.g., haunted mansions, dark secrets)

Psychological Horror (e.g., mental manipulation, paranoia)

Survival Horror (e.g., zombie outbreaks, deadly creatures)

Exploration (e.g., uncharted territories, treasure hunting)

Survival (e.g., stranded on islands, extreme environments)

Espionage (e.g., spies, covert operations)

War Stories (e.g., battlefronts, rebellion)

Heroic Quests (e.g., saving kingdoms, epic journeys)

Whodunit (e.g., murder mysteries, detective work)

Conspiracy (e.g., uncovering secret organizations)

Historical Mysteries (e.g., solving ancient puzzles)

Fanfiction Style (e.g., expanded storylines, character-focused plots)

Political Intrigue (e.g., power struggles, diplomacy)

Historical Fantasy (e.g., magic interwoven with real history)

Sci-Fi Horror (e.g., alien infestations, AI gone rogue)

Noir Fantasy (e.g., detectives in magical cities)

Alien Encounters (e.g., first contact, extraterrestrial politics)

Alternate Universe (e.g., characters from fandoms in new settings)

Genre's I don't enjoy but am willing to try:

Regency/Victorian (e.g., societal intrigue, romance)

Wild West (e.g., cowboys, outlaws, frontier life)

Space Opera (e.g., intergalactic adventures, epic battles)

College/School Life (e.g., students, teachers, drama)

Ancient Civilizations (e.g., Rome, Egypt, Mesopotamia)

1920s-1940s (e.g., noir, war stories)

Slice of Life (e.g., everyday scenarios, relationships)

Paranormal (e.g., ghosts, poltergeists, occult mysteries)

Cosmic Horror (e.g., Lovecraftian themes, incomprehensible entities)

Noir (e.g., hardboiled detectives, femme fatales)

Paranormal Mysteries (e.g., investigating supernatural phenomena)

Canon-Compliant (e.g., based on existing stories, sticking to established lore)

Crossover (e.g., blending characters or settings from multiple fandoms)

Comedy/Parody (e.g., humorous takes on traditional genres)

Not Interested in:

OC-Driven (e.g., original characters in established universes)

Workplace / College AU with Simple Roleplay Plots -- if they are boring, overdone, cliche, and bland, no thank you

Roleplay pairings based on chosen genres:

Crime/Thriller

Detective x Criminal

Mafia Boss x Undercover Cop

Hacker x Federal Agent

Thief x Wealthy Target

Private Investigator x Witness

Cop x Vigilante

Informant x Gang Leader

Lawyer x Client

Drug Lord x Journalist

FBI Agent x Suspect

Assassin x Bodyguard

Police Chief x Rookie Officer

Spy x Double Agent

Ex-Criminal x Current Detective

Bounty Hunter x Fugitive

Crime Lord x Civilian

Kidnapper x Victim (( Only under certain circumstances. DM me for info. ))

Supernatural

Vampire x Werewolf

Fallen Angel x Human

Hunter x Supernatural Creature

Shape-Shifter x Human

Demon x Exorcist

Fae x Human

Angel x Demon

Vampire x Vampire Hunter

Werewolf x Human

Reaper x Mortal

Psychic x Non-Believer

Guardian Spirit x Lonely Human

Ancient Deity x Modern Human

Succubus/Incubus x Human

Romance

Royalty x Bodyguard

Runaway x Commoner

Musician x Fan (( under only certain circumstances.))

Teacher x Student (in a university or training setting) (( Only in certain circumstances))

Childhood Friends x Reunited Adults

Strangers x Roommates

Soldier x Civilian

Bartender x Regular Customer

High Fantasy

Dragon x Human

Knight x Royal Heir

Elf x Human Adventurer

Pirate x Mermaid

Immortal x Mortal

Archmage x Apprentice

Dark Fantasy

Warlord x Captive

Rogue x Noble

Betrayed King/Queen x Loyal Bodyguard

Blood Mage x Innocent Wanderer

Urban Fantasy

Detective x Psychic

Witch x Shapeshifter

Demon x College Student

Magical Bartender x Regular Human

Superhero x Villain

Angel x Homeless Artist

Cursed Human x Monster

Vampire x Novelist

Mythology-Based

Mythological Creature x Hunter

Fandoms I enjoy outside of BTS that we can take inspiration from (( and you can ask if I RP Them too ))

Supernatural Dean x Castiel

League of Legends - The only fandom I will RP F x F ( Vi x Caitlyn )

Fallout

Shadowhunters - Malec

Arcane (League of Legends) - The only fandom I will RP F x F ( Vi x Caitlyn )

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Metanoia | ch. eighteen

cw: drvgs (obvi)

word count: 1k

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Jin doesn't say much on the drive and neither do I. There's nothing to say after the chilling events of last night. Maybe I don't say anything because I feel like Jungkook will hear and catch us sneaking off somehow.

The closer we get to my house, the more nervous I get. With what Hobi has been reporting I'm genuinely scared to see Taehyung. It's been less than a week and his addiction had gotten so much worse.

I'm terrified. I've been terrified.

The only time I wasn't was when I did fentanyl with Agust.

"Go on." Jin said as we pulled up.

"You're not coming?"

"Hobi and I have some things to take care of."

"Oh..."

"Call if you need anything."

I nod as I get out of the car, but I can't quite close the door yet.

"JK won't find out, right?"

"I can't promise that he won't," He says seriously, "But if it makes you feel any better, if he kills you, he'll kill me too."

"Right."

Somehow that does make me feel better. The comfort of not being alone in a gruesome punishment.

My hand trembles on the doorknob as I struggle to open. Something tells me I'm better off going back to Daegu. The knob was ripped away from me so suddenly and Hobi comes into view.

"Jin told me you were here."

"Where's Tae?" I ask looking just behind his shoulder.

"In the room. You'll see him." He says, slipping out of the doorway.

I swallow a hard lump in my throat and walk into the apartment. It's somehow worse than how I left it. As I suspected, the candle I'd put so much sentimental value on is gone. I try not to focus on the abandoned kitchen and the disordered living room as I make my way to the room.

He looks dead. I can barely see his chest moving as he lies on the bed, curled to his side facing the wall. I take quiet steps toward him.

"Taehyung," I say softly. "It's minnie."

He's unresponsive. I reach my hand out to his shoulder. It's thinner than I remember. A small exhale leaves his body.

"Tae..."

"Mhn." He groans

"Hey, baby," I whisper, "I came to visit for a bit."

Taehyung manages to turn his head forty-five degrees toward me. It takes him a while, but he gets there.

"Hey," He finally says, voice groggy and damaged, "I missed you so much."

His body starts to turn my way too. This should be something I'm used to, but I'm not. I've never seen him this lethargic and slow.

"I missed you too... How do you feel?"

"Happy. So happy."

If he saw himself I wonder if he'd still think that.

He looks dead. There's only one way to look dead and feel happy.

"I heard you've been using a lot."

He goes silent.

"You know it's not good for you, Tae."

"I'll die without it."

I'm sure he knows that he'll die with it too. I'm sure he cares not about dying and more about feeling good until he does. I honestly can't blame him. There should be nothing wrong with wanting to feel good for the rest of your life. Even if the end is coming a little too soon.

I just say, "I know" and rub his back as his spine nearly cuts me.

"Are you blond now or am I losing it?"

"Yes, babe," I chuckle, "Jin's hairdresser thought it would look nice."

"They were right..." He smiled weakly, "When are you really coming home, minnie?"

"Soon. Just a few more days, okay?"

"I miss you a lot."

"You don't like Hobi?"

Silence again. I started to worry if Hobi had done something bad to him, but from the call I got, it seemed like Taehyung was the one tormenting him.

"He's mean." He says simply.

That makes me wonder if Hobi is actually mean or he just says 'no' without calling him 'baby.' I don't want to ask and bring Taehyung out of his happy high.

"I'll be home soon."

He hums sleepily before drifting off. If I stare too hard at his malnourished body, I'll make myself sad. I have to leave the room because I was right: there's not much for me to come home to.

For the first time since leaving for this job, I actually don't want to be here. I call Jin as tears well up in my eyes.

"Jin, let's go home," I say as soon as I hear a slight indication of connection, "Please, let's just go."

"Home? The hotel?"

"Yes. Whatever... I can't- I can't stay here."

"Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I don't wanna watch him die. I can't stay here." I cry.

"Okay, okay. We're coming back."

Even staying in the living room is too much for me. Just last week I claimed this place and I held its possessions so dear. But now, I feel so disconnected, so unsafe and foreign. I think it's because I know Taehyung will die in this apartment and there's nothing I can do about it.

I sit on the floor of the hallways for fifteen lonely minutes until Jin and Hobi get back.

"Where'd you guys go?" I ask.

They give each other a look that I don't comprehend. Hobi avoids eye contact with me.

"We were trying to reserve a room at the rehabilitation center. For Taehyung."

"The best one in the country actually," Hobi states, "They'll have him sober in just a few months. If he goes today."

I should take them up on this offer. For all I know Tae could be on his death bed right now.

"What if it doesn't work?" I ask.

"Then at least you can say you tried."

I nod silently. Somehow this makes me feel like I'm admitting defeat. Like I'm admitting that I'm not good enough to care for him.

"I'll call the facility tonight and they can come in the morning to admit him."

"Can it be early in the morning? I don't want the whole neighborhood to know..."

This area is overrun with drugs, but no one gets help. No one can afford it. It'll say a lot about us if they know Taehyung is going into treatment. It'll say that we have enough money to steal.

"That should be fine," Jin says, "Are you sure you wanna leave already? It's only been an hour."

"I'm sure..."

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AO3 Recs

trust in the weather by melodiousb [completed]

jimin x namjoon x yoongi, jimin pov, witches, arranged marriage, polyam, magic, sideships

jimin is sent to namjoon and yoongi to marry them and bond to their district, so that the seasons will return to normal. / well written, interesting world building and magic systems.

[derireo-galge]

Mine/Yours | 4,8k | yoonmin✍🏼

Jimin, the youngest prince of Fairy realm is well adjusted to the human world. He works as a model, famous for his charming visuals and personality. A bonus? His long-term boyfriend Yoongi gets jealous and the fairy gets to enjoy his possessive side.

[ human Yoongi x fairy Jimin | sex toys | spanking | biting | dirty talk | possessive behavior | jealousy roleplay | unwanted flirting | consensual sex | dom/sub switch ]

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As far as work went, the day was great.

It started as usual, Jimin was up in the early hours of the morning to quickly get ready and leave for the outdoor photoshoot he had scheduled that day.

He was excited, with the floral theme and surrounded by nature he will replenish his energy much quicker than he would if it was in the city. There were too few green spaces, except for the local arboretum and various parks spread around the urban jungle.

His fairy soul sometimes craved vast planes of nature and the depths of forests. Nevertheless he learnt to adjust.

Because all the inconveniences don't matter much when you do it for the right reason. And he had a really good one.

He walked up to the bed, already wearing his comfortable joggers and a cream oversized sweater.

There, on the messed up sheets, laid his other half, the love of his life, his human boyfriend Min Yoongi.

He was sprawled on his belly, one leg bent, which made his spine curl in a beautiful way. The streaming light from the windows made him look like he was glowing, lines soft and colours muted. He was snoring quietly, but ofc he didn't, if you ask him.

The urge to just stay nestled next to him, breathing in his scent and sharing the warmth of their bodies was strong and Jimin almost gave in.

- Go on then, stop watching me sleep, - Yoongi rasped, eyes still fully closed.

Giving in just for a moment he climbed on top of his lover, pressing tightly - chest to back - and laid a chain of kisses from his shoulder along the neck and finished behind his ear.

- It'll be a few hours love. Hopefully I can be done by late afternoon.

- Mhm, - he heard back and giggled sweetly.

Yoongi was so soft and adorable in the morning it was physically painful to leave him there.

We need more such lazy mornings, the fairy thought, where we can just lay together and not think about the upcoming day, responsibilities, mundane things. Dedicate time to us only.

During the shoot he went through the sets with ease, quickly adjusting and giving his best. The concept was to his liking which is why he agreed to participate. So workwise everything went relatively normal. Until his boyfriend, his other half showed up at the set.

It was at an unfortunate moment. One of the assistant makeup artists was touching up the model's foundation, with the latter sitting in a chair and the other man almost towering over him.

He would sometimes make flirty comments to which Jimin was responding quite coldly. He's been waiting for the man to make a mistake in his line of work or to just report him if he gets too bothersome and get him fired but that one was careful.

At least the fairy knew he could stand up for himself and his manager was informed too. Seems like today was an unfortunate day for the assistant photographer because Yoongi came up to them the moment the man cupped both his cheeks as if to check his makeup.

He was just telling Jimin how beautiful he is and so on and so forth when they heard the sound of throat clearing. Jimin looked to the side to see his lover standing there, tight black jeans, leather jacket and a baseball cap attire.

Heavens, he looked like he stepped out of a film. He was holding a paperbag, definitely with something for the model to eat.

- Darlin', - he said, - I brought you lunch. He pointedly looked at the hands on his baby's face and raised his eyebrow.

That's when the assistant finally realised he was doing something wrong and quickly vanished with an apology.

- My love, - Jimin smiled sweetly. - I have the last set left. Is this for me? - he motioned at the paperbag and Yoongi lifted it up as an offer.

The younger though had to almost pry his hyung's fingers from it since he was clutching it so hard, his knuckles turned white.

- I have something else for you too, - he rasped, tongue pushing on the inside of his cheek, - But that's a conversation we'll have at home.

Oh, Yoongi was pissed, Jimin thought. His jaw was locked and he wasn't looking him in the eyes but rather roaming his whole body with his heated gaze. The model preened.

Yoongi coming here was a lovely unexpected surprise and he couldn't have been happier because the last set of clothes is amazing silk set of lingerie and creamy white robe, so short and thin it actually left almost nothing to imagination.

He set the bag on the table to eat a little later and walked up to his boyfriend. Mindful of the delicate clothes, he leaned in, kissing the hard set of his jaw and his pink tinted lips. Jimin heard him sigh and relax into the little side hug the younger gave him.

- I won't be long, - Jimin whispered, - and then I'll be done for today and we can go home.

The fairy pecked him on the nose, making Yoongi scrunch it as if he was annoyed but Jimin knew better. He was just flustered because he loved the nose kisses a lot.

Throughout the last set he tried to stay as concentrated as possible which proved to be a challenge. Yoongi stood nearby, watching his every move, tracing the lines of his body with his eyes. Jimin knew how he looked and just /how/ he looked in lingerie.

Yoongi must be having a hard time right now. Knowing his boyfriend was watching he put just a tad more effort in every pose. He knew what was coming next but Yoongi didn't.

For the last series of pictures they invited another model, thinking it would be a good bonus. Jimin hoped his hyung wouldn't jump over all the equipment and won't carry him away from here in the middle of it.

Yoongi felt his blood boil. Some tall dimpled guy, buff and big was on the set with his boyfriend. And rationally he understood it was work. Jimin though loved his outbursts of jealousy, which were never truly malicious.

The elder watched as Jimin bent and leaned and twisted around the guy, looking so dainty and small, watched huge arms around HIS tiny waist, holding it, lifting his boyfriend up in the air. He was getting hot under his collar just looking at his lover's body so graceful, pliant.

He imagined how it soon will be his arms around him. The shoot finished and Jimin was free to go. He listened to his manager talk while eating the rolls Yoongi brought him, sipping on americano.

- I'm free to go, - he announced when Yoongi walked up to him to carry his duffel bag and put the light coat over his sweater. - Home?

- Home, - Yoongi agreed and they walked out with the elder's hand resting on the small of his back.

The car ride was mostly silent, save for some casual talk. Both knew they were buzzing with anticipation. Jimin watched as his boyfriend confidently drove with one hand on the steering wheel, looking like the most delicious treat in all black and face seemingly nonchalant.

He though knew he wasn't as calm as he looked. Yoongi was a passionate lover. Maybe he deliberately accumulated as much energy as possible so he can lay it all out when they're intimate.

The younger trailed after his hyung and when he turned around and locked the door he was pressed right to it.

- Hello, my pretty fairy, - Yoongi's voice was deep, making butterflies fly to his lower belly.

- Hyung,- Jimin whispered, turning his head to the side, Did you enjoy the photoshoot?

Yoongi pressed his palms on Jimins waist, making his voluminous butt stick out even more. He immediately pressed his crotch against it and grinded, letting the man know how aroused he was.

- I liked it a lot, you were splendid, - he complimented, - What I didn’t appreciate though was that makeup artist spewing his lovesick nonsense to you. And you, - he thrusted his hardon roughly between Jimins clothed asscheeks making him let out an “Ah!”, - were allowing it. With a little smile on your face.

Jimin stayed quiet waiting for Yoongi to continue. His own dick twitched in his pants, swelling.

- Did you like what he was saying to you? - his boyfriend came closer, pressing Jimin to the door so no space was left between them.

- You enjoyed his basic compliments, huh, Park Jimin?

The younger felt his lovers breath on his neck and a strong hand curling around his throat.

- You’re mine, Jimin-ah. -and he squeezed tighter, pulled so Jimin’s head titled ack and started covering his neck in kisses.

- Hyung, - he choked out and the elder let go only to grab his hair with one hand and lay his other arm around his lithe chest.

- Hyung, you know it didn’t mean a thing, right? - he said while he was being held tight, and left towards their bedroom, his hair clutched in a tight grip. - It's doing nothing for me, I only like when you tell me these things. Besides, it wasn’t all nonsense. - he teased.

With no answer he was let go and pushed across the bed. Then he felt a pillow being placed under his hips.

- Take your pants off, - Yoongi said firmly.

Jimin whined half heartedly and raised his hips to undo the pants and pull them down to his knees.

- Hands in front of you, - his voice got raspy, by the end, accompanied by the sound of his belt buckle.

Jimin suppressed the urge to moan right there and bunch up the sheets in his fists. The first swat of the belt was light, testing.

The couple after them were harder and with others yoongi almost didn’t hold back. Jimin whined and held onto the sheets until he got a break.

But the break was only for the elder to approach and take the underwear off his reddened bottom down to his knees.

- I find it amusing that no matter how much praise you get you’re always hungry for more, - Yoongi commented, - so let's give you more then, shall we?

He landed the belt across the bare asscheeks and heard jimin finally moan.

You look beautiful with your ass marked up red, - he said and Jimin buried his face in the bedsheets, fighting the urge to beg his boyfriend to speed up. He felt another lick of the belt lower, almost under the round globes and couldnt help but wail into the blankets.

- So pretty and obedient for me. Taking everything I give you. - Yoongi swatted again and this time it was on the back of the youngers thighs and that made him squirm.

- So adorable, you’re getting desperate, aren’t you?

Yoongi painted his thighs with wide red lines almost all the way down, spilling dirty praises after each blow.

Jimin heard all the ways Yoongi would have him.

How the sweet little fairy looked so sinful with his ass on display and lower back bent more and more, begging to be spanked and fucked.

The moment the belt landed on the floor jimin felt hands wrapping around his ankles.

Yoongi roughly pulled him to the edge of the bed, getting rid of his clothes, a sudden movement making the younger cry out.

His hyung adjusted the pillow under his hips again, pulling his hard cock and balls back to lay on it as well.

- Stay still, doll.

Jimin laid there, patient, knees far apart and all his behind aching from the belt treatment. He heard shuffling, undoubtedly from his boyfriend undressing.

Yoongi kneeled and his arms went around the plump marked ass, smoothing the burning skin.

- Mine, - he said before licking between the cheeks.

- Uummm, - the younger could contain his moans.

Yoongi lazily licked at the puckered entrance and teased the leaking cockhead with his fingers, slow and deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world.

When he circled his hand above the balls to get a hold of them and moved his fingers to cup and pinch them Jimin all but cried.

- Hyung, - he panted, hips bucking back on the tongue buried in his hole, - Ah, hyung, please, wanna come!

Yoongi detached his mouth with the final lick and hummed.

- Not sure about that, doll, but you can try while I use your tight hole and fill it up.

The fairy groaned but didn’t protest. His hyung totally enamored him with his passionate play and skillful tongue.

He raised on his arms and arched his spine, tilting his head back. In the upside down view he saw Yoongi opening a bottle of lube and generously pouring it on his copper palm.

- Want anything? - his eyebrow rose in question but the corners of his lips were lifting up.

He leaned in and kissed the pouty lips, still covered in glittery gloss. His hand went around the column of his neck and suddenly squeezed, pulling him up on his knees.

- Is that how close you let him in your personal space? Even if there's no need for that?

- No-uhh, - Jimin opened his mouth, tongue darting to the elders lips that were inches away.

He got kissed again, slowly, passionately, while being thoroughly stretched. One finger became two, then three and four, thrusting inside at a fast pace.

- You-yoongi, I can't, - Jimin whimpered into the wet lips. The hold on his throat wasn't restricting his breathing but it was always there, a reminder he was at Yoongi's mercy.

His boyfriend moved behind, letting his neck go and stroking his stiff cock, lathering it with more lube. He noticed Jimin rubbing at his lower back. He came closer, drawing circles on it with the knuckles of both of his hands.

- Is it sore? - his voice was concerned.

- Just tired, - the fairy sighed sweetly at the massage.

- On your back then, - the elder said, - Keep your legs up.

He propped Jimin's ass on the pillow, caressing the belt marks with his fingertips and holding his pretty pink cock in his palm.

Jimin weaved his arms around his legs that were lifted in the air, hugging the knees close to his chest.

- So flexible for me, doll, - Yoongi praised, - Perfect.

He slipped inside with little resistance, making the younger flinch and relax almost instantly. As he said  he was going to use his body to his pleasure.

Still holding the leaking cock in his hand he thrusted inside, submerging in between tight walls with a loud grunt and jostling the fairy in the process.

- A-ah, - Jimin half moaned half breathed out, - Yoongi-hyung, I-

-You - will take - what you're given, - the elder punctuated each couple of words with a slam of his thick cock inside. Jimin gripped his legs harder.

Yoongi thrusted roughly, gradually speeding up his moves, hands on both sides of the exposed butt, all but pulling it on his girth like a fleshlight.

He saw Jimin's cock twitch and change the trajectory of his moves to graze his prostate better.

And soon the younger came, his release dribbling on his tummy and running down the sides.

- I'll never get tired of seeing this, - Yoongi stroked the spent cock with his fingers prompting some more droplets to leak out of the slit.

He caught them on his palm, watching how it glitters and licked them clean , tasting his fairy.

Jimin mewled, watching him, still receiving faint thrusts to give him a breather. And so it was over with Yoongi fucking him ferociously, chasing his own peak.

The moment Jimin wanted to ask for pause he heard a squeaky grunt and he felt the elder slowing down, pulling out to finish on him. He parted his legs and felt his abdomen being covered with hit droplets.

- This, this belongs to me, - his hyung rasped, smearing the mess of his come on the youngers belly. - You belong to me.

- Of course, my love, - he saw Yoongi backing off and quickly raised his legs again, putting them on his broad shoulders and catching him off guard.

- Jimin-ah? Jimin-ah!

The fairy used his ankles to pull his lover closer and he had to put his elbows on the sides of the youngers head.

- Where do you think you’re going? - he said not letting his hyung utter a word he crashed their lips together.

The kiss was hard, hungry. Jimin was drinking his hums and breaths, swirling his tongue around the other’s. His plush lips traveled to his cheeks and ear lowered to the neck and shoulder. And there he bit the tender flesh, enough to leave a mark.

- Huh-ah! - Yoongi gasped following with a moan.

Jimin bit the skin again, not far from the first one albeit a little lighter. He grazed the shoulder with his teeth, licking the spots he nipped with tenderness, totally opposite of the biting.

- My hungry fairy, Yoongi mumbled, smoothing his hair, - want something from hyung?

- Want hyung, - he almost growled and his boyfriend chuckled.

- So damn insatiable.

Jimin hugged his waist with his strong legs and with the help of his hand he rolled them on the bed, situating himself on Yoongi's belly.

- Wanna claim hyung, - Jimin grabbed him by the chin, - make him mine forever, so everyone sees he’s taken.

- Don't think I didn't notice how you all dressed up. Enjoying when all heads turn to your direction?

The elder looked how Jimin turned from pliant into commanding in a flick of the fingers.

- They can look all they want. They can fantasize, they can dream, but the dream is all mine. - Jimin leaned to connect their lips again, licking over them after, training his tongue down to the jut between the collarbones.

He nipped at his boyfriends chest, so full and delightful when squeezed in both his palms, he sucked hard on pink nipples, making his hyung buck his hips. Jimin then pinched both his nipples hard making him mewl.

- Tsk, cant stay still? I’m busy here, - and he leaned back in to nibble on the buds, making them prettily swollen.

Yoongis head was lolling from side to side, eyes shut tight from his boyfriends skilled hands. And his teeth.

Because Jimin planted his sucks and bites all the way to his crotch and was aiming for his inner thighs, lowering himself on the floor and settling one of the elders legs on his shoulders.

- Ready? - he asked with a little smirk and Yoongi nodded, resigned, letting his lover do as he pleases.

He felt him biting the soft flesh, marking him purple and pink.

- So gorgeous and all mine, - the younger mumbled into the skin before licking over the bitten skin.

Yoongi's cock was hanging heavy again and the fairy licked at the bobbing length, taking it in his hand and stroking it with a mix of saliva and precome.

Yoongi didnt fail to notice the way Jimin was looking at his butt.

- If you want me, then have me, Jimin-ah. - he panted, balls tensing at the heavenly glide.

- With pleasure, hyung, - the fairy replied simply, standing up to get the lube and coming back to lean and kiss his lovers mouth.

- No matter how much I kiss you I can't have enough.

Yoongi groaned, and circled his arms around the other's neck.

- Want you close like this, - he breathed out, - Want to see your eyes as you come inside me.

Jimin kissed him again in response and got to work. He lathered his fingers and traced the quivering entrance. He rubbed and prodded at it until he was let in. He turned his fingers inside, making room for himself.

Yoongi breathed heavily, mumbling how good it feels and how he wants Jimin's cock inside him.

- Fuck me, Jimin-ah, - he reached the swollen cock with his hand and pawed at it, trying to finally guide it inside himself. Jimin gladly did it for him.

He pushed in and out inch by inch, pulling out as much as he was pushing, leaving the entrance gaping. He bottomed out, grinding and adjusting, feeling his hyung sucking him in.

- So greedy for my cock, hyungie, - the younger teased and was drawn close to the other's face with the strength of his arms around his neck.

Their breaths mixed as they panted in each other's open mouths, moving slowly, in deep gentle thrusts.

As tough as Yoongi fucked he loved to be made love to softly, tenderly. He was very sensitive and just moaned on a long note in the periphery of Jimin's hearing, stopping only to take a gulp of breath.

- I can't.., - he started saying.

- I got you, - Jimin's hand went down to wrap around the cockhead and he rubbed the calloused pads of his fingers all over and under it, caressing his hyung to completion.

He pulled out and soon came in his hand, looking in Yoongi's eyes and trembling in his arms.

- Kiss me, - he asked, and Jimin went easily, lips meeting lips in a soft touch, gliding wet and slow.

- You've calmed down, - his boyfriend said, tracing his jawline and looking at his reddened nose.

- You liked it though, right? - He chuckled, smiling in content.

- You did too, - Jimin looked over at his lover, so relaxed and sated, long hair spread over the blankets.

- Love being yours, - he slurred, not opening his eyes.

 

Bonus:

- Yoongi-hyung! - the fairy called, almost shedding his pollen and barging inside the bathroom.

His boyfriend, the love of his life, was rinsing off the soapy suds from his body, the shower cabin fogged up with steam.

He turned the water off and stepped out of it.

- What's the matter, love?

- Hyung, look the parcel arrived, - he excitedly bounced on the balls of his feet, - Let's open it right now!

The elder went to get his robe but realised it was on the young man and he left with a towel option.

- Did you open the door in just your robe? It’s untied, - the day had just started but he already felt all his mana seeping away from him.

- Don't worry I was covered enough, - Jimin playfully scratched under his chin and rushed towards the bedroom.

Yoongi sighed, exasperated, but his heart was fond.

He turned around the corner and saw Jimin sitting on the bed, impatiently opening the package.

He's been talking about this for days, a late birthday present from his fairy friends, who work in a shop and could deliver items in the fairy realm.

- Do you at least know if it is for the kitchen, or-

- For the bedroom, - the younger replied, holding a piece of paper in his hands reading it with wide opened eyes.

He unwrapped the material inside the box and threw it over the contents immediately.

- Uh, hyung…

- Why, why, what is it? - he was burning with curiosity and it came up to it look at it himself.

He moved the fabric to reveal two obvious dildoes, striking purple colour and quite advanced in girth, probably like him and Jimin.

The base was adorned in something that looked like blunt fangs, making it look monstrous.

- I, - he realised his voice cracked and cleared his throat, - I��ve never seen anything like that, is it what fairy toys look like?

- Yeah, - Jimin was pressing both palms to his red face, only apples of his red hued cheeks visible. - It is one of the most popular designs in our realm. I asked to order a couple set but had no idea what they will choose.

Yoongi took one in his hands and noticed something under ir, he pulled it out and they were two sets of body harnesses. One had leather straps going around just the torso, another had ones to fasten around the neck and thighs too.

- You would love this darling, look, - Yoongi laid the neck and thigh on Jimin.

The young man opened his eyes and gasped.

- I love it! - he looked at the other one, - oh, it would look so good on your chest, - the fairy licked his lips, longing to see the broad shoulders and delicious buff chest in the confines of the harness.

- Want to try them on?

They got rid of the robe and towels, revealing their nudity. Both took time to look at one another, appreciating the view.

They helped fasten the harness around their bodies, gliding their palms on lean muscles and soft curves, the view too enticing not to trace patterns in each others skin.

- You look wonderful, hyung - Jimin's eyes were glimmering in awe, strong enough to make the elder flustered.

- You’re stunning, he whispered, cupping his boyfriends jaw, - So stunning for me.

His eyes went back to the opened package.

- These actually seem like they'd be really good, - Yoongi picked up the purple dildo up and saw it had a suction cap-look we could attach it to the floor.

- Or both, - Jimin suggested, - could both try them out. What do you think?

- I love that, - Yoongi rushed to kiss his baby on the mouth, lips fighting for dominance even though they both always won in the end.

Jimin got the lube and asked yoongi to turn around.

Gliding his slicked up fingers in one by one he held him firm by the harness to pull jim on three and then four of his fingers, stretching him for the toy.

- What about you? - Yoongi asked, stroking his cock to ease the pressure.

You can watch me do it, the fairy declared and laid on his back, help me? Push my knees to my chest.

Thats how Yoongi got the first row for the stretching show.

He was towering over Jimin pushing him by the back of his knees watching how stubby fingers go in and out of the loosening hole. When both of them were ready they attached the dildos to the floor not far from one another.

- Ah, ah, - Yoongi moaned as he was sitting himself on one of them, the girth size was familiar except for the row of bumps that was running all along the silicone shaft.

Eventually inch by inch he lowered himself on the purple cock ballsack neatly resting among the fangs.

- That's nice, - he commented gruffly, leaning forward on his arms, wiggling his butt a little to adjust the position.

Jimin waited until his hyung got comfortable and went down to try the present too.

- Mm, hah, - Jimin got halfway down the dildo and stopped, panting. - Those ridges are amazing.

He moaned again when Yoongi took both hands and supported him by the elbows while the younger slowly slid all the way down, mewling at the sensation.

- Good, darling? - Yoongi asked.

He found it hot that they both were on the receiving end tonight simultaneously, that didn't happen all that often.

- Yeah, Jimin was leaning on his hands too, - it's like, like you're in me but before you went inside you put anal beads there and all together it's just-

- Too much?

- Just right.

They rolled themselves on the artificial cocks, rocking their hips and occasionally adding the lube. The distance allowed to easily lean in or pull the other by the straps of the harness for a messy kiss or two.

- I'm getting close so fast, - Jimin whined, still indulating his hips in waves and circles.

- Me too, - Yoongi was sweating, chest already damp and glimmering with sweat. - Here, let me take care of you.

He grabbed their weeping cocks with one hand, lengths pink and swollen, while his other hand went around to the younger's ass, between his cheeks. He could feel the monster cock going in and out the entrance, stretching his lover wide and filling him full.

He helped to guide him on the toy, sticking his finger inside the right space from time to time. The calloused hand felt so good on both their cocks, Jimin cried out in bliss.

- You're doing so good baby, - the elder praised, kissing the leather covered neck, - Come for me.

- Ah, hyung! - it was all that took them to come in Yoongi's hand, not too far apart from each other.

- A deadly weapon, - his hyung concluded, popping off the toy and groaning at the feeling of his thoroughly stretched hole.

- Will take some time getting used to but it's great. Loved it, - Jimin stood up from the floor, satisfied and high on endorphins.

They laid on the cool sheets, unclasping the harnesses and rubbing at the faint marks they left. They rested there kissing and lapping at the red bitten lips and smoothing the hair, chuckling at their spontaneous play time.

Looking at the blissed out face of his other half he was sure, he'll have to thank his friends for the presents. And maybe ask to send more.

~end~

[memesady]

Looking for a Long term Roleplay partner, specifically for BTS Roleplay.

I’m not picky about ships but I do prefer Yoonmin, taekook or namjin.

I like to be the bottom so I would write for Jimin Tae and Jin.

Have to be 18+ for smut reasons.

I love any scenrois angst is my favorite. Please hit me up!!

#BTSRoleplay #yoonmin #Taekook #Namjin #Roleplay #Yoonminroleplay

[planetlino1]

Crash and Burn ⋆ Chapter One

Operation “Get Our Money Back” [link]

4.8k words [21k+ total], rated mature [soon to-be e!], ongoing

Jisung (Han) finds himself in a sticky situation after being rudely interrogated by co-bosses Yoongi (Agust D) and Chan (CB97) following a robbery from a rival gang.

Chapter Tags: Gun Violence, Non-Explicit Sex, Drug Usage

[jiminlovebot7]

Rule Of Law - Chapter Seven

Namjoon senses something is very wrong with this man. If he doesn’t come to the playground with a child and Seonnie remembers him, then he must come often. Who does that? Namjoon picks up his phone to call his security company. He sends Jimin a text:

Jimin-ah, there’s some weird man at the playground. Seonnie has seen him often. Gonna call the security company. Can you talk to the nanny? I’m pissed that she hasn’t fkin noticed…

(read on ao3)

[ruerecs]

fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night 🙂‍↕️

[bangtaninborderland]

YoonMin one shot sneak peak 🥺

[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that had me going feral

hi guys, here's a part 2 to my favorite jjk fics on tumblr! note that many of these fics contain 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume! as always, if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors! part 1 | other bts members

➺ cold nights & blurred lines - by @awrkive

summary: jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

➺ night crawlers - by @alphabetboyluvr

summary: jungkook’s always been good at running. track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. drugs, now, too. but he doesn’t expect to run into you. in your shared lecture halls, sure. maybe. but not down the back alleys of daerim at ass o’clock in the morning. there are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. you aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. he's sure of it. so it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?

➺ this is how you fall in love - by @jeonqkooks

summary: after years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

➺ the dilf installments - by @mercurygguk

summary: this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

➺ ultimatum - by @parkmuse

summary: your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

➺ a hero's journey - by @hansolmates

summary: jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story

➺ tempest - by @kooktrash

summary: you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

➺ by its cover - by @gimmesumsuga

summary: the one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.

➺ slow dancing - by @yoonia

summary: when your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

➺ e s p r e s s o - by @joonberriess

➺ hold me closer - by @ahundredtimesover

summary: when you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up… Not if your brother can help it, though.

[the-djarin-clan]

When you look for a fic on Tag Reader and the main character already has a name and social security number...

[dadddybangtan]

Metanoia | ch. seventeen

cw: violence

word count: 1k

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"Where is he," I hear a voice shouting in the distance, "Where the fuck is he, huh?!"

"He's asleep, JK, what the hell are you doing here?"

I try to convince myself that it's a dream. There's no way JK came to Daegu, he'd be killed instantly. He's not stupid enough to risk his life just to scare me.

"Get out of my fucking way, Jin."

I hear a thud and hasty footsteps. I shut my eyes and pretend to sleep, much like I did in the car as a kid so my dad could carry me inside. But this isn't anything like that. Because maybe if I close my eyes, I'll disappear.

He rips the cover off and hovers over my body. JK looks like an illusion crafted by sleep paralysis, the darkness only highlighting his menacing features. His hood doesn't make it any better.

"Ah, boy toy," His voice softens as he says my wretched nickname, "I see you're enjoying your little vacation. On my card. Meanwhile, I'm counting down the seconds until I hear that Agust is dead, so what are you really doing here?"

"I-I-I've just been trying to get close to him. So I can do it."

"Do what exactly."

I don't want to say it. I'm too scared to say it. Honestly, I'm too scared to say anything.

"Th-the job."

"What job, boy toy," He asks as he leans closer to me, "I wanna hear you say it."

"JK, stop it."

"Stay out of it, Jin. Matter of fact," He stands up and retrieves a gun from under his jacket, pointing it at Jin, "Get out. Leave us alone."

I silently beg for Jin to rebel against JK, but with his status and his weapon, there's no way Jin will stay and defend me. When the door closes, I know that for sure.

There's only a few seconds that pass before he comes back to me. He lunges over me, completely trapping me between his body like a cage.

"So what job, Jimin," He slips his gunned hand up to my mouth, thumb brushing over my bottom lip, "Tell me what you're going to do."

My eyes can't look away from the loaded gun that's so close to my head. If I stick my tongue out, I could taste it. Fear drips out of me in tears that slide down the side of my face.

"Say it."

He won't stop until I do, and I wish I could. I want this nightmare to end.

"Say it." He shouts.

The only thing that comes out are cries and whimpers.

"Hm, maybe if I show you what'll happen if you don't, you'll speak up."

His free hand grips my neck so quickly, I had no time to breathe before my airways are blocked. It reminds me of the last time he did this and Jin had to nurse the bruises so it could heal quickly. He'll have to do it again, it seems. Which is a shame, because he told me to stop saying stupid shit. Only I didn't say anything stupid, I just didn't say anything at all. I can't win under the power of JK.

As he chokes me he holds the gun to my head. He pulls back the safety latch and I cry even more.

"Come on, boy toy, say it."

"I'm g-go-gonna k-kill him." I finally say through a broken whisper, "I'm gonna kill him."

He releases the hold on my neck and smiles. His eyes roll back and his tongue flicks his lip ring.

"That's right, you're gonna kill him," He lowers his face to mine and drags his lips over my tingling throat and jaw, "You're gonna kill him for me, right, baby? Say you'll do it for me."

"For you. I'll kill him for you." I say weakly, feeling his wet tongue lick me.

I feel disgusting.

"I risked my life to have this conversation with you in person. I really care, Jimin... When you finish the job, you should consider coming to see me.”

He takes the gun and puts the muzzle on my lips.

"I know you have a junkie boyfriend back home," JK forces my mouth open and pushes the gun inside, "But I'm infatuated with you."

He pushes the barrel of the gun in and out of my mouth in a psychotic blow job. There's nothing I can do but take it and hope he stops.

"You'll visit me, won't you, boy toy?"

I don't respond so he tilts the gun down then up, very slowly, making me nod in agreement. He's so fucking sick.

He finally lifts the gun out of my mouth and allows me to breathe properly.

"My boy toy. My huntress," He groans into my ear, "I'm counting on you."

He jumps off of me and leaves swiftly. Jin comes back in, I can feel his presence again.

"Jimin."

I don't respond, I lie paralyzed in the bed as tears continue to stream against my will. Jin comes and sits on the farthest corner of my bed.

"Jimin, I'm sorry. I didn't know he'd just- show up."

He reaches over slightly.

"Don't touch me." I say simply.

When it seems he's given up on comforting me, I find it in me to speak again.

"Why didn't you stop him?”

"What was I supposed to do?"

It's a valid question that I don't have an answer to. JK would've shot him had he done anything. And that would've been worse than what he did to me.

"Can I get you anythi-."

"Just leave me alone."

"Jimin, I want to help."

"You're too late."

"You have two days before the gala, right?"

"Yes..."

"Let me take you home to Taehyung."

I sit up suddenly as this takes me by surprise. I was convinced I wasn't going to see Taehyung until after I completed the job. Jin offering me a chance to see him is new.

"You'd do that?"

He nods with serious intent.

"We'll leave in the morning. But we have to be back by seven. That'll give you eight hours with him."

That's a generous amount of time for a secret, high stakes trip. But since he's offering, I don't see a reason to refuse.

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

home is the sea reflected in your eyes by anyadisee [completed]

witch!yoongi x mermaid!jimin, magical realism, witches, mermaids

jimin comes to yoongi to get legs and ends up living with him for a couple of months. / nice relationship development. cute ot7 moments. love yoongi’s familiar.