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Breaking Point - PJM

Summary: After months of tension, your roommate Jimin catches you grinding on his hoodie in a moment of pure desperation.

Pairing: Roommate!Jimin x Roommate!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex (DO NOTTTT) Dirty talk, degradation, mutual masturbation, name calling, grinding on hoodie, oral sex (m&f receiving), perverse (both jimin and oc are perverts with pent up frustration and lust), rough sex, slight choking, tit slapping, clit rubbing. Just porn.

Word count: 2.4K+

Writer: riri🪽

Writer’s note: ahhhh idk what was i thinking when i wrote this. this is just pure filth haha. let me know in the comments how you feel about it.

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“Holy shit! W-what the fuck Y/N? Is that my hoodie?” Jimin exclaimed, looking at you in your worst state possible.

Naked. Pathetic. Grinding on his hoodie. Teasing yourself.

You gasp in surprise when you see him standing on the entrance of your room, flabbergasted.

What was he even doing here? He was supposed to go out with the boys tonight. You swore you saw him leave, and that’s how you ‘borrowed’ his hoodie from his room.

“J-jimin what are you doing here!?” You shrieked, immediately covering yourself with a blanket.

God. this was so embarrassing.

“Y/N I step out of the apartment for like one minute and by the time you sneaked into my room and steal my hoodie? Jesus! you’re such a fucking pervert.” Jimin said, eyeing you from top to bottom in your vulnerable state. You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid his gaze, but you were too horny to actually come back to your senses.

“C’mon, give me my hoodie back!” He stepped closer and grabbed his hoodie from your hand, taking a look at it. You just lowered your gaze, still unsure what to say.

“Oh my god, look at that wet spot right there. You’re washing this up, Y/N.”

“Yes, I will wash it, sorry.” You said, as you tried to stand up, but you heard him interrupting you.

“No, no, dont stand. Sit down. Sit down like a dumb fucking slut.” You were kinda surprised by his little remark but then again, you were too horny to care.

He was looking at you, his eyes like a hawk. You felt a little embarrassed, but surprisingly, not uncomfortable. Jimin clicked his tongue, taking in your vulnerable form in front of him.

“Here, you wanted this right? Take it. Show me what you were doing.”

“W-what!?” You look at him in surprise, eyes narrowing at his demand.

He wanted you to show him what?!

Was he joking?

“You heard me. Show me what you were doing with my hoodie before I walked in.”

He definitely wasn’t joking.

“Jimin, I am sorry I-”

“C’mon, show me. You were so confident earlier, sneaking into my room, and stealing my hoodie, grinding on it. But now that i am here, you’re all shy?” Jimin said, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom. Even though your body was covered in the blanket, he could very well make out in what position your body was. Legs spread, fingers playing with each other, and your nipples still hard.

“I wont do it again, I promise..” You say, barely in a whisper, earning a scoff from Jimin. You both knew in what state you were in. Wet and willing.

“C’mon now, Y/N. I have to go back to my friends. You’re really losing an opportunity to play with yourself in front of me.” Jimin said, standing up to leave.

“Wait.. don’t go…” You called out, voice barely above a whisper, holding his arm, preventing him to go.

Your actions made Jimin smirk, he got what he wanted. after all, he’d always imagined you in a state like this. He was just a man. And you, he wont lie, had an amazing body. He’d find his cock stir slightly in his pants when you’d wear your favorite pink shorts in front of him. Or when you’d wear that black spaghetti of yours, that exposed a bit of your cleavage when you’re all comfortable, watching TV.

God knows how many times he had to control himself in front of you. You were his roommate. he didn’t wanted to look like a pervert to you. But today when he caught you doing not-so-pure things with his used hoodie, he knew he wasn’t the only perverted one.

He gawks at you, his eyes full of lust, licking his lower plush lip “Oh, you want me to stay?” He chuckles and runs his fingers through his dark hair. He had THAT mischievous smile on, that made you utterly crazy. Every. Single. Time.

“Go ahead, grind on that hoodie, slut.” Jimin commanded, taking some calculative steps towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hoodie on his hand, with a wet spot of your juices, reminding you of your perverse.

He gently tugs at the blanket that engulfed your frame, revealing your smooth body. He gazed at your perky breasts, nipples hard. your soft abdomen, your curvy hips, and your delicious wet cunt. He mouthed the words 'Oh my god' as he saw your glistening core, his cock standing in salute.

Fuck, he had always been dying to see you like this…

You gently take his hoodie back from his hands, movements slow and delicate. You bought the cloth to your wet sex, feeling the same sensation you felt minutes before. Hell, you were so horny. Maybe it was his scent, maybe it was just Jimin.

You closed your eyes when you felt the fabric rub against your clit, making you moan unconsciously. “Mhhh Fuck..”

You start to grind on his hoodie, lewd noises unconsciously leaving your mouth.

Jimin smirked, imagining his dick wrapped against your cunt instead of his hoodie. His hand went down to his shaft, undoing his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Jimin looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust, his cock throbbing in his hand as he speak. “You’re enjoying this as much as i do, aren’t you, babygirl?”

You let out another moan in response as he starts to pump himself, looking at your slutty self fucking his hoodie shamelessly. “Mhm just like that baby, fuck yourself just like that.”

He's pretty when he masturbates like that, staring directly into your eyes as he whimpers, breathy and sweet.

Each of his little moans makes you wetter, and your body continues to tremble with need. It's so unbelievably hot how he tilts his head back, exposing the V of his jaw and his Adam's apple, bobbing each time he swallows in pleasure.

You can’t control yourself any longer, especially when jimin looks so fuckable right now, pumping his huge cock right in front of your eyes. Your hands find its way to your clit, rubbing it fast, and desperately, moaning out profanities, and Jimin lose his mind.

Grabbing your hips, Jimin yanks you closer so he can switch places with you, now kneeling in front of you. His mouth water seeing your beautiful glistening pussy, screaming to be eaten out. And so he wastes no time. A wet, hot tongue against your center. You moan at the sudden feeling, your back arching as Jimin repeats the action, the tip of his soft muscle lapping at your leaking folds until he stops at your clit, circling it with an increasing pressure that has you whining at the sensation.

"Fuck, Jimin," you moan out, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your legs as open as possible.

"You’ve been wanting this, don’t you, Y/N? Dreamt about me eating your cunt out till you cum in my tongue."

You are a mess. Your lips parted, hips squirming, back arched, getting eaten out by your roommate like you’d dreamt of.

"Arrghh f-fuckk," you stammer, relishing in the feeling of his lips brushing your swollen bud, and his nose bumping into your needy bundle of nerves. "Y-yes! fucking love it!"

He parts your legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper; his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs which has you moaning, whimpering as he makes out with your cunt. You feel your walls clench around nothing inside, your high nearing, and as your legs start to quiver, your moans becoming chipped and louder, he - suddenly removes himself completely, earning a while from you.

“I wont let you cum so easily, slut. you’ve been teasing me since forever with that slutty body of yours. Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Jimin gets up from the bed, and stands in front of you, his cock bobs and hangs heavy in front of your face, close enough that the tip brushes your cheek and smears precum across your face while you remain seated on the bed.

He grabs one of your hands again before he brings his girth to your mouth, your lips spreading as your tongue darts out, licking away the salty pre-cum before he comes closer, aiding you.

Not needing to be told twice, you lean forward to lap at the precum dribbling from Jimin’s slit, making him groan. His body trembles slightly as you suck him into your mouth, and it feels good to know you're not the only one affected.

The rumbling around Jimin’s cock has his throat let out low groans; his head falls back as his fingers squeeze your hand once before he lets go and buries it in your hair.

"Look at you. Such a stupid little cock slut." He groaned, watching drool leak from the corners of your mouth as he thrusted into you. Every hit of his cock against the back of your throat pushed tears into your eyes, eventually causing them to spill out onto your cheeks. "Fuck," he said through gritted teeth.

He knows he’s when he feels his cock throbbing vigorously. He grabs your hair into a fist, pulling you away from his cock, a thread of saliva and his wet slick attaching your lips and cock still.

“I want to fucking cum inside you, Y/N”

He pushed you back in the bed, so that you flat on your back, as Jimin hovers over you. You’d never seen his face this close. Jimin cradles the side of your face and slots his lips with yours for the first time.

It felt so good kissing Jimin.

He holds you gently as your lips glide together, his kiss completely opposite when it comes to oral sex. Gentle and light. He moves his lips with yours, tasting himself on your tongue and moaning into your mouth when he does. You pant against each other in between kisses, Jimin using the opportunity to bite and suck on your bottom lip until you're pushing yourself against him, seeking more.

He pulls away and gets up from the bed, discarding his hoodie off of his body, his body completely bare now. He hovers over you once again, this time groping your left tit in one hand, his thumb flicking over the sensitive nub, and rubbing your clit in the other.

"You want me to fuck you hard, don't you? You want me to fuck you like a slut, treat you like the dirty little whore that you are." He growled and roughly grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart, his cock aligned on your pussy. Youre a moaning mess, his assault on your breast and clit never stopping.

Just then you felt a sting on your left breast, making you yelp at the sensation.

“Answer me Y/N. You want me to use you good like a whore or not?” he growled.

“F-fuck Jimin y-yes please!” You whimpered, face contorted with need when not long after, you felt another slap on your other tit.

“Please what, bitch?” He asked, his hand not stopping the relentless abuse on your clit, when you feel him twist your nipple, demanding you to beg again. You could feel his rock hard cock poking your entrance.

“Please Jimin, fuck me like a needly little slut right now!” you whimpered, not caring about anything. You’ve wanted his cock for long now anyway.

Lining up, Jimin sunk his throbbing cock inside of you, the angle of the position letting him sink until he was fully inside of you, the glide was easy from how sloppy wet you were.

"I've always wanted you, you know..." he pants loudly as he continues to thrust in you. "Such a shame that you never let me have this pussy before.”

He kept one hand on your hip and another pressed into your shoulder to keep you in place as he finally let go, pounding into you with all the force he had. Every ounce of pent up lust and confusion he had for you all these months came pouring out through the fervor of his thrusting. The way you moaned his name sent chills up his spine.

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of your pussy dripping and coating Jimin’s cock.

“You're so tight... So wet and tight around my cock. Fuck!" He growled and his thrusts became erratic as he began to slam deeper and faster into your tight hole.

"You’re... So... Fucking..” He reaches forward and grabs your throat, squeezing gently. "fucking... tight… Fuck!”

He could feel you squeeze him, and he dug his fingers Tightening on your throat.

"Do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Fuck jimin please!" you sputtered. "Please let me cum."

Jimin slapped your cheeks, feeling his own orgasm approaching as he thrusted into you in an animalistic pace. He starts to rub your clit furiously once again.

"Cum, you little whore. Cum all over my cock like a good girl." He growled, his filthy words finally making you snap.

Jimin had you screaming and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm, Sweat was beading at his forehead and glistened across his chest and back, chasing his high. Jimin leaned down to press his body against yours as his hips continued to snap into you.

Jimin moaned against your skin as he reached his release, painting your walls for the first time. "Oh fuck," he moaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. Jimin collapsed on his back beside you, eyes fluttering shut as he watched stars shoot behind his eyelids. You were still panting and he felt your quivering vibrate through the mattress. Both of you, utterly spent.

“…dont you have to go..?” you finally ask him, after gaining enough energy to speak. His eyes opened up, looking at your beautiful face red, hair fucked up, makeup melted down your face, cum and sweat drenching your body from the pleasure he gave you.

“Why? you gonna steal steal another hoodie from my room after I go?” He jokes, tucking a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, watching your lips bloom a smile.

“Fuck you.” You roll your eyes.

“Already did.” Jimin smirks, pulling your body closer to his.

“And i will, in future.”

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Tchaikovsky’s Tantrum

⮌ Summary: 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

⮌ Genre: Smut

⮌ Word Count: 2k

⮌ Pairing: VictorianEra!Jimin x Fem!Reader

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“My love.” He breathed into your hair, as if nothing else in the world mattered right now. It was you and him, two lovers entangled in the heat of passion. You had been exchanging longing glances before you took the first step and scuttled forward. After sundown, he promised. After sundown, he would be yours. And did he deliver. You knew he wasn’t lying. All those moments, the gazes. It was clear he didn’t think of you as the help. You hated being the mistress in the situation but his wife was just so callous. From the moment he walked through the doors, the horror began.

“You forgot to say goodbye,” or “I will not attend that boorish meeting, it is for hags,” or, “I will not touch what was sitting on the floor. I will need a new bag.” She was at least 8 years younger than him, but she acted like a child. He was only in his mid-thirties, and she, in her late twenties. They did not have a single child despite being married for about four years. It was uncommon to not have heirs which is why you suspected the motive of his infidelity. It was not like you were forced to either, the young Count was handsome, and you felt lucky to even gaze upon his face whenever he passed by. Just a glimpse was enough to get a pool forming between your legs.

You did not understand why his wife refused to carry out her duties as she slept in a separate bedchamber, and did not even once lay with him as long as you and the other maids had known her. Every person in the manor knew she was having many affairs. She kept it secret from him but a part of him also had to have known. You even saw one of the men leaving her room once. And it was NOT her husband.

Your relationship developed with time, as any natural relationship. It started one day when you caught his attention. You were cleaning the table and leaned forward and he looked at you a bit longer than usual. You thought he was absentminded and did not mean anything by the gaze. Yet, your mind wandered, and so did your hands, below your undergarments. 

You did enjoy the teasing. Once when you were cleaning the table, he leaned forward and grabbed your hand. His wife was reading a book so she did not pay mind. You looked at him, but you did not make eye contact. You simply…let him rest his hand on yours.

And then, the encounter. You were on your way to the maid’s quarters and about to pass by Lady Park’s room, when you saw the master of the house standing outside her door, his face pale and his blank as he listened to her muffled voice through the door. You knew he had to have heard an exchange she had with a lover, or that he had enough evidence that his wife truly did not feel an ounce of love for him. Then, he looked into your eyes. You saw that behind this Lord, there was a man…a man with emotions beyond what you thought were possible for him. His eyes glistened with tears.

You did not say a word.

The next day he did not approach you. He rather…waited. Then you ran into him again, at a different night, in the same place. He told you things, things that made your heart wretch. He did not have a friend behind these walls, simply people that used him. You did not wish for him to be alone so you kept him company. You started getting to know each other. Sometimes, he would make jabs and lighthearted conversation with you at the breakfast table, other times he would bring you to the foyer with the grand fireplace and tell you stories. 

And then one night…he kissed you. You were surprised, in the best way possible. That was when the affair started. Months after getting to know each other. You had made love countless times before but this time was different.

“J-Jimin.” He looked at you as you breathlessly whispered his name.

“Nobody will catch us, my sweet.” Your grip tightened on his arms as he rocked forward, his cock sliding up against your thighs.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me…” You said.

“Oh but I do. And now the fun begins.” He smirked, getting off you before grabbing the candle from the table and tilting it forward. You let out a small whimper as some of the wax splashed on your skin and dried.

“Ow!” You let out a cry.

“It’s okay, it hurts at first…but it’s fun.” He reassured you, but you were taking deep breaths. What if it was not just wax? What if you were marked?

“I see….the wax dries.” You chipped it off your skin. It was just dry residue.

“So…where would you like it?” He asked, biting his lip as a couple of drops spilled on his own hand. The kinky bastard.

“My chest…” You played with your breasts, squeezing your nipples while you looked at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, and he looked at you with desire.

“My, my. How pretty you look with wax all over your body. My perfect sculpture.” He dripped the wax over your breasts and they burned. You shut your eyes, knowing the worst part was already over. “You did amazing, honey.” He captured your lips in a quick kiss before helping pick off the wax with his hands.

“My…you’re a man of peculiar tastes, Jimin.” You tutted, but he caught on. You were enthralled with the man of the house, and he in turn, with you.

“Ah, but you still stay familiar with me,” He kissed your hair softly. “Not many women take kindly to having wax poured on them.”

“I try my best not to forget my place.” You sighed, reminding him again of your awful reality.

“My love, you are with me now. Behind the doors, there is no society. No one to tell us what is right from wrong. I do not have a marriage, it is simply a parchment of paper at this point. My heart lies with you, Y/N.” 

He was right.

The next day it was ten and three quarters, when Mrs. Park walked into the room, looking to be mad beyond her normal schedule. She looked right at you, but did not say a word. She scoffed and looked at her husband.

“You fucked someone, right?” She was furious. Jimin did not say a word, sighing from all the noise so early in the morning.

“What is it now?” He asked her, tired of his lady’s yelling.

“You can’t just fuck random girls when your main duty is producing an heir for the estate. I should be the only one you fuck now.” She said this all shamelessly in front of you, like she was putting on an act to make you reveal the truth. She was both vulgar and an embarrassment to the Park name. But no servant would dare tell that to her face, no.

“You’re right,” Jimin stood up, clearly annoyed with her behaviour now. “So why have you been fucking random men in your quarters every night? The entire house can hear you, you know?” Jimin said with a slight look of disgust on his face. You noticed how he was quick to also play the victim. He might have appeared faithful to his wife but little did the other servants—or Mrs. Park know. You were the only person that could call him out on his lie.

“So you knew,” She folded her arms. She meant to test him? “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” It was as if she was more hurt he didn’t find her out than the matter that she was unfaithful to him. These two were definitely not suited for each other.

“Because I have also been having an affair.” Your eyes widened at Jimin’s sudden confession, but you made sure to keep your composure. You were their breakfast maid, so you were the only one of the staff not dismissed.

“You’re such a bad husband,” Mrs. Park stormed off. “Make a baby with that bitch instead, then.” Jimin dismissed her, waving his hand at her as she angrily went to a different part of the house.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a while. He looked sad.

“Don’t be. We both know her words carry little weight.” You misspoke. Jimin flared his nostrils in anger as he banged his hand on the table.

“That is my wife! Her word is just as important as mine, if not more. Her purpose is to manage affairs of the house when I am not in. You have no right to weigh in on our household! You’re a maid.” Everything he stated was a fact, but it still hurt all the same. You did not let it show on your face. 

“Right. Sorry, Mr. Park. It won’t happen again.” You bowed and went to the servants’ quarters as you dismissed yourself.

“Wait, Y/N,” He followed after you. “I didn’t mean–Y/N stop!” He grabbed your wrist.

“Or what? You’re gonna fire me? Pray tell, Lord Park, what will you do when the lady finds that I was the one you were fucking while she let some asshole piledrive her last night? It’s not fair! It’s not fair that you aren’t allowed to be your own person.” She sighed, more angered by the situation and Mrs. Park than Jimin himself.

“I know, but she knows now. That means we have to be careful. I don’t want anything happening to you,” He bit his lip as he took your hands in his. “I love you.” It wasn’t the first time he had said those words to you but lately you have been feeling quite out of sorts.

“You say you do, but your actions suggest otherwise. Please, restrain yourself, Lord Park.” You pulled away first, and walked back alone. You felt bad but it felt good to do something for yourself for once. Lord Park was evaded successfully as you requested other tasks and had different maidservants sit in with him for breakfast. His wife had not spoken with him for a whole fortnight, and this had the whole town talking. Breaking the marriage was not possible for them. However, Lady Park had taken to seperating from him almost entirely. It was probably for the best, however Lord Park felt guilty. You knew he blamed himself for her unhappiness. 

You couldn’t do anything, though. You were a commoner. Not like that could help.

“My love.” He stopped you, just as you were taking a tray to the kitchen. He was in the hallway, and you felt perplexed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” He sighed, you knew right away he regretted his actions.

“Jimin, I didn’t want to see you.” 

“I know you’re mad at me but please–hear me out.” You decided to stop and set the tray on a side table.

“Before somebody sees us. What did you want to say?” You felt like this needed closure but what best than part ways? His wife knew he had an affair and maybe not all the details but you couldn’t risk being thrown out on the street. 

“I know I’ve been an asshole, but…I want you. I want us to continue being together because you keep me happy and grounded.” You parted your lips in a sigh.

“Listen Jimin, you know I have feelings for you too, but you upset me. I’m “just a maid.” You really hurt me.” You explained.

“I know, I’m an idiot. Please, just….stay with me?” You nod. 

“Okay, I’ll give you another chance. Just please…don’t let your wife catch on.” You said, holding his hand. You also needed this job, but you loved him. You loved him more than you cared to admit but it was so dangerous.

The next night came when you spent it in a barn, away from the servants or the nobles that may have been around. He made love to you as gently and sweetly as he always had, your saccarine angel. He was the Lord of the mansion, yes, but when you were lovers nothing else mattered.

“J-Jimin….” You moaned as his lips were hot on your neck.

“Y/N…you feel so good.” His voice was deeper, a rasp forming as he thrusted into you.

“Ahhh….” Your voice was light and airy.

“Mmmm.” He moaned as you kissed passionately, and with a few more pumps, he came undone. His hips slammed into yours repetitively. You felt your insides clenching, as he dug his nails into your waist, holding you in place. You needed him, your body arched back as he fucked you with a bit more force, and you took in as much as you could but much of that had been with the intent of stretching you out for him. Your body was burning with the desire of a thousand suns, especially as he stopped moving for a moment to let you readjust. You groaned as he put one of your legs over his shoulder and tried accessing you deeper, which worked.

As he worked you open, you felt your entire body loosen around him. You drooled as he gave you his thumb to suck and focused on fucking you as you deserved. You both needed this. 

“Ahhh, ahhh, Jimin….” You moaned his name as he grinned down at you. You knew he meant to fuck you right, but this was better than you expected.

“Fuck…you like that baby?” You nodded, in the heat of the moment sucking his thumb.

“Mmmm, Jimin.” You sighed. You felt a bundle of nerves fluttering as his hand moved down to your thigh and dug in as he pulled you even closer. Your arms went behind his back, as he pulled you so you were sitting upright. You kissed him, expertly sliding your tongue against his, tasting his cherry red lips and sucking his bottom lip, letting go with a “pop.” Jimin was good at fucking, but boy could you kiss the shit out of that man.

“I love you…” He whispered, kissing your neck as you moved your hips. You knew he was close, and so were you. You rode him with a desire to be filled, to have him as yours someday.

“I love you too,” You whispered. “I’m close.” You said, alerting him as he nipped your shoulders and left a few marks. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his teeth break the skin. His lips created a suction.

“Me too. Let’s cum together.” He whispered hot into your ear as he looked into your eyes, directly as you maneuvered your hips forward and back until you came undone, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Oh….ohhhhh.” You moaned, as he grinned while kissing you open-mouthedly. 

“Mmmmm, Y/N, you’re so tight,” He kissed your neck. “Good lord, you’re gorgeous.” He sighed, feeling sated as he came inside of you, his white hot semen spilling out of you and dribbling down your thighs as he pulled his cock out of your used hole. You kissed once more, before getting under the covers and getting some rest. When morning came, you would probably be getting a new job, or suffering the wrath of his wife, but at least you had his heart. That was what mattered the most now. You squeezed his shoulders as you laid with him. Who cared about what the morning held? What mattered now was the present moment. 

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𝗮 ��𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶’𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱

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—KIM SEOKJIN

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻

—MIN YOONGI

⇝ 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱

⇝ doubt

—JUNG HOSEOK

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻

—KIM NAMJOON

𝗰𝗼ming soon

—PARK JIMIN

⇝ 𝘀𝗵𝗲

—KIM TAEHYUNG

⇝ always forever

—JEON JUNGKOOK

⇝ outside

⇝ 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴

[lost-jams]

Hello there

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — fluff (with a bit of sexual stuffs huhu)

::If I was given the choice to re-live my life, well I dont think I would make any choices that would differ from the previous ones...because all of them led me to you::

I look myself over one more time in the mirror. I used to wear my hair above the shoulders with edgy bangs, but it's grown a lot in the last couple of years. And not without reason. I brush my fingers through the long, dark strands of hair that I've trained to cover most of the left side of my face. I pull the sleeve of my left arm down to my wrist and then pull the collar up to cover most of my neck. The scars are barely visible like this, and I can actually stomach looking at myself in the mirror. I used to think I was pretty. But hair and clothes can only cover up so much now. I hear a toilet flush, so I turn quickly and make my way to  the door before the woman can exit the stall. I do what I can to avoid people most of the time, and not because I'm afraid they'll stare at my scars. I avoid them because they don't stare. 

The second people notice me, they look away just as fast, because they're afraid to appear rude or judgmental. Just once it would be nice if someone looked me in the eyes and held my stare. It's been so long since that's happened. I hate to admit that I miss the attention I used to get, but I do. I exit the bathroom and head back toward the booth, disappointed to still see the back of my father's head. I was hoping he would have had some kind of emergency and been required to leave while I was in the restroom. It's sad that I'd rather be greeted by an empty booth than by my own father. The thought almost makes me frown, but I'm suddenly sidetracked by the guy seated in the booth I'm about to walk past. I don't usually notice people, considering they do everything in their power to avoid eye contact with me. However, this guy's eyes are intense, curious and staring straight at me. My first thought when I see him is, "If only... this were two years ago."

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Its happening again...they are fighting again sighing i look at my mirror "ugh...i need a hair cut" grabbing my car keys I jogged towards the front door, silence...perhaps they finally noticed me "I'll be back in awhile" i told them while putting on my shoes. " Eat something before heading out, come" i finally looked towards my mother, her eyes they are red...so was my fathers, Are they finally letting themselves go? maybe. "No im not hungry" i opened the door.

Would my present be different if i lisened to my mother? Do i want things to be different?

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 I want to break out in a sprintin order to get his eyes off me, or if I should walk in slowmotion so I can soak up the attention.His body shifts as I begin to pass him, and his stare becomestoo much all of a sudden. Too invasive. I feel my cheeks flushand my skin tingle, so I look down at my feet and allow myhair to fall in front of my face. I even pull a strand of it intomy mouth in order to block more of his view.

Just a fewmoments ago, I was thinking about how much I miss beingstared at, but now that it's happening, I just want him to lookaway.Right before he's out of my peripheral vision, I cut my eyesin his direction and catch a ghost of a smile. Maybe he didnt see my scars...

It annoys me that I even think this way. I used to notbe this girl. I used to be confident, but i guess the accident broke every ounce of my self-esteem. I've tried getting it back, butit's hard to believe someone could ever find me attractivewhen I can't even look at myself in the mirror.  Ugh.

"As i was saying, I think u should organise a fan meet and stop being an annonymous writer, people want to see u" i tear my eyes from my father to the coffee sitting on my table untouched. "I'm not ready" i heard a sigh. "it has been two years" i shiffted on my sit uncomfortable...my fathers hand reached out to me grabbing the sides of my face, they were so warm. "take as much time u need...im here" nodding m head i smiled but i dont know why i felt so heavy in my heart...it was so heavy. "i think i have an idea for my new poetry" believe me or not but the only good thing after the accident happening to me was me becoming a writer, I didnt know what came in me one day i decided to write a poetry and publish it and it became a best seller.

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I should've slept last night i cant think straight, was this always the road i took, God i swear sleep-deprived driving is far worse then drunk driving, I feel my eyes closing...I try to keep them open I see a little girl crossing the road and........CRASH............

blood...everywhere whats going on?

HELP I CANT MOVE...SOMEONE HELP

i want to scream but nothing comes out is it the end

i hear footsteps with sirens...am i getting help?

please help me...I want to live

i feel someone pulling me out of the car, i feel his hand on my neck, he was slapping my cheeks....i wanted to open my eyes to make sure the girl was ok, was she ok? is she alive? what happened i dont remember....

beep......beeep...beep....

My eyelids feel so heavy, i wanna sleep if i open my eyes i have to face the consequences im not ready but i dont wanna die away...Looking arround i see my father on the right side of my bed, Why cant i open my left eye, i try to get up...im covered in bandages, funny i cant feel any pain, im glad im alive.

"Dad" whisperring i poke his hand, he jolts up. Did he not sleep for a week? "U look terrible" he looks like he'll cry any moment now. "You should look at yourself first" how bad can it be?

A week passed by there was no sign of my mother, I was told i hit a pole and the girl lived, i remember her face, she was preety cute. My father says my mother left, i didnt expect much from her but a visit wouldnt hurt right? I just hope my wounds heal faster its super itchy...

A month passed by, its just me and my father we are on our way to my physical therapist so that i can walk again and i dont have to use this stupid wheelchair

We were in the waiting room...whispers...they were whispering about me, poor girl she must be on so much pain. The left side looks so bad. Can't these people tell i can hear them, i opened my ponytail heaving a sigh. i feel heavy...

My therapist told me i should write down my feeling, so....

Whenever the clouds of pain and sadness loomed.

Whenever tears came till the eyelashes,

Whenever this lonely heart got scared,I told my heart, Oh Heart, why do you cry?This is what happens in this world

This deep silence the world has distributed it to everyone, Some sadness is a part of everyone's life, Some sunshine is a part of everyone's life, Your eyes are wet without any reason, Every second is a new season Why do you let go of such priceless moments? Oh Heart, why do you cry?

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"Anyways, we have a meeting with our illustrator this friday be ready" i hum while finishing my coffee. "we should head back" my father said grabbing his things. I hurriedly looked for the guy...just a last glance...he was gone.

Friday came, he is late I took his profile out, Park Jimin....it baffles me that my supposed illustrator gave no picture how will I even recognise him, good thing my father knows this guy, sighing I put my head down...i hate headaches so much...

"Sorry im late" I hear nervous chuckles "you know morning traffics" I look up ITS HIM...THE GUY...ITS HIM... I see the corner of his lips turn upwards, was it me or he was smirking...My father went straight into buisness, everything was so blur, i was just staring at his face, he is beautiful.

He says he has been an illustrator for five years straight, my father seems preety convinced by him, so am i.. If i were to compare the beauty of him and his work, his work wins scoring a homerun for sure. It speaks with such depth that you want to drown in it.

He shook hands with my father, coming right infront of me he offers me his hand...i take it, I feel his thumb brushing against the surface of my skin. Will it be weird to say that i felt excited? I didnt know i was hold my breath till I was inside the car. "I like him" my father utters "Same" I feel my cheeks flushing. I think i might have been single for a while now...

"Are you always like this, flirting with whoever u want?" Jimin snapped his head back to u "I saw u, winking at the waitress" He bit his lower lip...i want to bite it too..his eyes threw a mischivious smile at me, there is something about his eyes, I cant put a finger on it. " Why...you jealous?" i scoffed at that, yes..."why would i be jealous?" chuckling he put his hand on his chest " ouch...i wanted u to be" why would he? "Girls like you are not made for flirting ... they are made for love"

Days passed I was struggling to write, there was something bugging me and the fact that Im alone right now is more depressing, AAAAAA I want to scream, will i have my periods soon? maybe but why am I tearing up there is no reason, God i hate mood swings. 

Alchohol...this thing is a fools gold, you know its bad for u but u cant help but have it...and it also turns u into a fool. Why u ask? because only a fool will ask someone to drop by to their house in the middle of the night. With what reason? because they feel lonely. And here i was contemplating what i should say to the person infront of me. 

"Would u like a drink?" he narrows his eyes at me "you are lonely" fuck...i dont look a him in the eye. i clear my throat " I just wanted to discuss about..uhh" he puts his head on his hands which is supported by the table as he leans in " Wanna go out?" One look from me was enough for him to take a hold of my hand and drag me outside. Was he always taller then me?  I pulled  him back "Its late" i smiled at him. "Do u paint?" 

And here we are infront of his house, because he thought it'll be great to have a painting date in the middle of the night. Was it a date though? It felt like it. I was sitting infront of a canvas processing what was happening. His Art room reminds me a art museum, paintings everywhere, i dont know what an art museum looks like but i think i got a gist of it. "May i paint u?" Shock was written on my face, insecurities filling me in "I-" 

He puts one finger on my lips and he pushes the hair away from my forehead, running hisfingers through it until it's no longer hanging in my face. "Youwear your hair like you do because you don't want people tosee too much of you. You wear long sleeves and collared shirtsbecause you think it helps. But it doesn't." I feel like i might cry.  I feel his fingertips graze my jaw and I flinch. "You havethe most incredible bone structure, and I know that's a weirdcompliment, but it's true." His fingers leave my jaw and trailup my chin until he's touching my mouth. "And your lips.Men stare at them because they want to know what they tastelike, and women stare at them out of jealousy because if theyhad lips the color of yours, they'd never have to buy lipstickagain."

His forehead is resting against mine, and I can feel hisbreath crashing against my lips. Jimin steps forward and wraps his arms around me.Everything about him is comforting and warm and I have noidea how to respond. One of his hands meets the back of myhead and he presses my face against his chest.

few days passed by since that day, I decided to put my hair up in a ponytail. My neck it looks nice, i like how it looks...i love it. I get down for breakfast, i smelled pancakes my father turns arround with a plate delight crosses his face when he saw me. "you look good" I didnt know what was this feeling but it surely feels very light, exciting and comforting . I think I know what to write...

The moment seems to flow like a molten sapphire and there's deep blue silence, Neither there is earth below, nor sky above, The rustling branches, leaves are saying that only you are here, Only me, my breath and my heartbeat,  Such deepness, such loneliness and me...only me, It all makes me believe in my existence.

There was a girl drowning, but she had a smile on her face, the illustration did match my writing. neighther there is earth below, nor the sky above. smart move Mr Park. My poem got selected for the top ten poems of the year. There were incoming calls of congratutions but I was waiting for a certain person. Without wasting another second i called him "Hello?" i sucked in a long breath "you can paint me" 

Fuck....fuck...FUCKKKKK, I am crazy very very very crazy WHO SAYS THAT, YOU CAN PAINT ME WTFFFFFFF. Standing infront of his building i was rethinking my decision, but it was too late UGHHHHHH i rang the door bell. 

His stares, i remember them, so intense I wonder why, is it because of his profession? his eye shape? or is it just him? "I like you" shit...he stands up which makes me stand up  he takestwo quick steps toward me until his hands are in my hair andhis mouth is on mine. He backs me against the wall and his hands and chest andlips are pressed hungrily against mine. He's gripping my facelike he's afraid to let go and I'm fighting for breath becauseit's been so long since I've kissed anyone, I think I may haveforgotten how to do it right. As soon as a whimper  leaves my mouth, he's pressing meharder against the wall. His left hand is caressing my cheekand his right hand is gripping me by the waist, pulling meagainst him.

I feel Jimin's arms wrap around me . He rests hischin on my shoulder. "You having second thoughts?"I shake my head. I'm nervous, but I'm definitely not havingsecond thoughts. Yet."Good " 

"Im leaving for the airport in two hours, i agreed for the fan meet" i pause to look at him, he is smiling, im happy that he is smiling, " do you want me to drive u?" oh no...my dad he is driving me ." Uhh my dad...he-''. Dissapointment runs across is face, and i needed to leave now, I DONT WANNA GOOOO. He looked so precious looking like a sad puppy, did i ever mention anything about his chubby cheeks THEY LOOK SO FLUFFY NOW THAT MAKE ME WANT TO BITE INTO IT. control..y/n...control.

 He stepsback, releasing me. "I should have taken you to the airport andthen as soon as you got to security, I could have dramaticallycalled out your name and run toward you in slow motion." Hemimics the scene in slow motion, moving in place as hereaches an arm out toward me. "Y/NNNNNNNNNNNN," he says in along, drawn-out voice. "Dooon't Leeeave Meeeee!"I'mlaughing hard when he stops acting out the scene and wrapshis arms around my waist again. "I need to go now"

My father grabs our  suitcases and head inside withnot much time to spare before our flight. The airport is stillbuzzing despite it being so late at night. we print my boarding pass,check our luggage, and make our way to security.I try not to think about what I'm doing. How am I going to talk to people I dont know with my amazing social skills. The thought of it makes me want tocall a cab and go straight back to my apartment, but I can't.I have to do this.

"Y/NNNNNNNNNN"

 My eyes flick open.I turn around and Jimin is standing at the revolving door. Hebegins running toward me.In slow motion.I cover my mouth with my hand and try not to laugh as heslowly stretches out an arm like he's reaching out for me. He'syelling, "Doooon't goooo yeeeet!" as he moves slowlythrough the crowd of people.People from all directions stop to see what the commotion isall about. I want to dig myself a hole and hide but I'mlaughing too hard to care about how embarrassing this is.What in the world is he doing?When he finally reaches me after what seems like forever, ahuge grin spreads across his face soon he presses his lips with mine. 

I looked at my father, he's too surprised to even react. The room feels like it's spinning, so I suck in a huge rush ofair and try not to sway. "I forgot to say I like u too" with that he begins to walk backward and I'm aware of everyone in ourvicinity staring at us, but I can't help but not give a shit. Rightbefore he reaches the revolving door, he cups his hands aroundhis mouth and yells "YOU BETTER NOT GHOST ME AFTER U COME BACK" 

I don't think I've ever smiled so big. I lift a hand and wavegoodbye as he disappears. "I like him" I look towards my father. "So do I". Going back to the question that i asked myself Would my present be different if i lisened to my mother? Do i want things to be different? I think i like it this way, Everything happens for a reason, you just need to give it a little time for it to fall on the right track anyways I am loving it for now and im living it aswell...

If you have eagerness in your heart, it means you are alive, If your eyes are filled with dreams, it means you are alive Learn to be free like the wind,  Learn to flow freely like the river, Embrace every moment with open arms, See a new horizon every time with your eyes, If you carry surprise in your eyes, it means you are alive, If you have eagerness in your heart, it means you are alive.

And the story continies....

Heyyy I hope you liked the story, feel free to give your opinion on it, this story was inspired by a novel I read on my early teen days, kinda didnt like the way it ended so I made up my own version of it,

Happy reading.

ps: its kinda my first time [HELP (T_T) ]

[luvly-bunny]

A very short story

Jimin:Y/N..

Y/N:yes,jimin🤨

Jimin:I have feelings for you.🤭🙂(shy)

Y/N:oh! I have feelings for you too.

Jimin:So,what are we?

Y/N:Feelers😏

Jimin:(shocked)😐

[rkkj]

it wasn't untill you saw him you started believing in soulmates. Indeed that force , pulling you to that sole , unique existence.

"Hello; what would you like to have sir?"u somehow managed to ask the elegant graceful creature standing before you."Ice tea for one plz."He stared at you for some time , his brown eyes locked with your's , but u were quick to tear ur gaze."Sure sir; will be there in minutes." passing him a smile which he gracefully returned , you worked on his order.You went to his table and placed his order asking"Would you like to have anything else sir ?"."No miss , this is all sufficient". he passed you a warm enchanting smile.flabergasting enough!.Familiarity , the something you felt at the moment , did u know him ?. no ofcourse but still he felt warm. too known to be a stranger?

[minorin-fanfictions]

#POV : Jimin taught you Korean but... (crack)

[sae3pdnim]

NO MORE DRAMA {JJK} - AWAITED PART💟 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1387756230-no-more-drama-jjk-awaited-part%F0%9F%92%9F?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=sa3pdnim&wp_originator=ktEpPv1EpUm%2Fof8MyJZqmH9vhvCtmnJVLcFsyqlNhXdtSlwWl2yNVLiOa0IJKygu6ow55q4me4zcdKwEe5BnZPp2aT%2BKt2NAmGtyku%2Fri11va9hI1cu0BhWTBbqx5XEG Not so simple love story between two couple. 😍 One is Jungkook And Other is yn, Two polar opposites or can say crackhead, how will they melt each other. Let's find out in the drama free story(maybe), but let's be clear...nothing ever goes as planned in this cursed world. 🎭Drama upcoming. (EDITING) #peace out

[jaykayfictions]

My high-school worst enemy | Park Jimin ff part 7

Summary : Park Jimin was a jerk and you hated him your entire time in high school but what happens when he isn't the asshole he appears to be?

genre: angst and fluff.

warnings : swearing, a bit of bullying and violence.

author's note: this chapter is also long, i'm sorry.

Laying on your bed, thinking about the day's events while holding your pillow over your face and squealing into it. Why the fuck were you so excited? Your vibrated instantly gaining your attention. You unlocked it and an Instagram notification popped up on your screen. 'Parkjimin1306 is following you, would you like to follow back?' You weren't entirely shocked but a part of you had expected it, given the fact that you were now friends and he had liked your post before.

The idea sent blush to your cheeks and your body warmed up at the thought. Were you really blushing? The fuck? Your emotions were seriously messed up. You snuggled into your cozy blanket while shrieking and giggling like an idiot. Your door clicked open and you realized that you must have looked like a freak in front of the unknown person. Turning to face the door, you were met with the sight of Jungkook with an amused expression on his face.

"You look like a pig so tell me, what's got you smiling like a fool." He questioned arching a brow. Your vision blinded briefly by a light, that's when you realized he was taking a picture of you. Oh gosh. "Shut up." You mumbled internally groaning. This was so fucking embarrassing. "You look like a chihuahua, you know?" He asked with his stupid smug smile, your hands itched to slap it off his face. "Coming from an animal born into a family of apes." You retorted, hiding your face under your blanket in embarrassment.

This banter was normal between you both. Well, it sounded weird but calling each other names or hitting each other was your love language. You were always arguing and on each others' necks, in a good way. Kind of.

"I'm being serious this time, what got you smiling like that?" He asked, his expression neutral. You were reluctant to tell him but he would find out eventually. It's bound to happen especially when he knows when you aren't being honest. To be blunt, he knew every detail about you especially the fact that you were a terrible liar. You couldn't lie to save your life. There was no point lying to him, it really isn't that big of a deal. But the amount of teasing you'll get. Gosh, he was really sent by God to torment you for all the sins you have committed.

''You know Jimin yeah?" You cleared your throat awaiting his response, even though you already knew the answer. "Of course I do! He's my teammate, the one you hate, what about him?" He paused "Wait. Don't tell me-" ''It's not like that!" You shouted, cutting him off before he got the wrong idea. "Well, umm I-we umm, we're kind of friends, yeah Jimin and I are friends now." You said slowly, eyes looking expectant at him, waiting for his reaction. "What!" His eyebrow shot up in surprise.

"Wait. Let me get this straight, I need some time to process this. You mean my teammate, Jimin, the one you hate, the one that embarrassed you in the school's hallway, in front of everyone is now your friend?" He questioned with wide eyes as you nodded your head up and down as a yes. "Wow! Shocking." He muttered still letting your revelation sink in.

"Well... yeah?" You said a bit nervous. ''So, how the fuck did it happen? I'm curious, I mean you hold grudges, no offence." He questioned, rushing to sit down at the side of your bed. "Spill the tea." Jeez, he loved gossip way too much to be called a boy. ''None taken, umm you know how he's my partner for my science project yeah? Well he took me to his house and made me jjajangmyeon. We talked and he apologized. I forgave him and we're friends now, He's a better cook than you, no offence." You explained causing Jungkook to gasp. "What the fuck? He took you to his house?! Made you jjajangmyeon?! And apologized?! How the hell does his cooking compete with mine? How dare you!" His eyes were as wide as saucers, you snorted at this.

"Oh wow. So you're just gonna replace me when I'm still alive and breathing fine?" He continued. "Of course not. You need to calm down there, way too many questions. Why are you even shocked?" You asked, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"First of all, Jimin never cooks for a random person. Secondly, he never takes a random person to his house, I've only been there like four times and thirdly, his pride is over the roof and he can't hurt his ego for shit, so apologizing to you means he actually means it. What the hell did you do to him?" "Really? And for your information I did nothing to him." You huffed. "Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "He was very nice though." "See, I told you he wasn't that bad." He replied with a cocky smile. "Now let's watch Rebel Ridge."He said changing the topic. "Hey!" You whined when he pulled the blanket off you.

"It's mine now." He said hugging the blanket to himself. "You did not just do that!" You gasped dramatically before lunging at him and dragging the blanket away from him. You both ended up sharing the blanket. You covered your your eyes during the fighting scenes and Jungkook would laugh and call you a baby and you would stuff popcorn into his mouth to shut him up.

You enjoyed your movie night and you decided to follow Jimin back on Instagram. He was definitely not the asshole he seemed like in school and he was so freaking hot! He even has tattoos, the fuck? You really need to get your brain checked because why the hell was your mind getting dirty? Were you attracted to him? Hell no! Of course not, right?

After the movie ended, you chased Jungkook to the couch in your room and slept comfortably. For the first time in your life you were actually looking forward to school tomorrow.

It was time for school and you actually woke up before Jungkook. He was a morning person and he woke up at 6 am every morning, but you woke up at 5 :45 am today which is quite unusual. What was wrong with you these days? When Jungkook woke up to see you brushing your teeth he screamed, as in SCREAMED! "This is a dream right? I think I should go back to sleep and wake up again just to make sure." He exclaimed dramatically before covering his face with his blanket. He wasn't actually kidding, he was really trying to go back to sleep and he says you're the dumb one. Well takes one to know one.

"Get up! This isn't a fucking dream! I don't want to be late for school!" You screamed even though you still have two hours before school starts. "Stop lying and looking for excuses. Just say you wanna meet your 'new friend', Jimin at school." He snorted, air quoting his words before sitting up. "Ouch!" He screamed, when you hit him with a pillow, even though it didn't hurt.

"Shut up you asshole!" You gritted your teeth. "Like it's not true, lover girl." He teased, instantly regretting it when you landed a hit on his head. "What the hell did I do!" He asked pretending to be innocent. ''You know exactly what you did you dork." You scoffed. "Now go get ready while I make breakfast.'' You said before leaving your room.

When you got to school, you were in a happy mood. You're just hoping this depressing school doesn't change that. After taking your things from your locker you decided to listen music on your headphones. Talk that talk by TWICE was playing and you were just vibing. "Tell me what you want, tell me what you-" You stopped singing when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned and saw Jimin.

"Hey." He greeted with the smile you were getting familiar with. "Hey." You greeted back while turning your headphones off feeling slightly embarrassed that he caught you singing. He must have noticed because his next words shocked you. "Just so you know, your singing is great, I umm, well now that we're friends, uhm I- oh gosh, I sound so stupid right now. Can I have your number?" He asked while rambling.

Was he really asking for your number? Was he feeling shy? This is weird, the Jimim you saw everyday was always confident around girls, what made you an exception? What was up with him these days? "Oh uh thank you, uhm okay, sure, just give me your phone." You said not knowing how to respond. You felt flustered by his compliment. He gave you his phone and you typed in your number.

"Text you later.'' He winked before departing to his lesson. "Bye." You smiled at his disappearing figure. How on Earth does he transition from shy to flirtatious? He really was impossible. On your way to your lesson a Whatsapp notification popped up on your phone.

010658

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| Hey.

It's Jimin

You better save my number!

You smiled before replying, what a smartass.

You

Hlo

You better save my number!

I Know, I was going to.

aren't you in class?

how has the teacher not caught u?

Jimin😏

I have my ways😏

Oh shit the teacher's coming!

Gotta go

Bye👋

You

Bye👋👋👋

Your classes weren't too bad, especially when you were just zoning out and thinking about you and Jimin's new friendship. If anyone saw you they would think you were a lovesick puppy dreaming about her crush. Why were you feeling like this all of a sudden?

It was lunch time and Jungkook had gone to take his food, leaving you at the table alone when six familiar boys showed up. "Hey." Jimin smiled at you. "Hey." You replied mirroring his smile. "They're some of my friends and I figured since you're one of them now...erm you might want to know them, if you dont mind?" He continued, eyes looking at you expectantly in a pleading expression. With the way he was looking at you you knew you couldn't say no.

"Yeah sure, I'm Y/N by the way." You replied, introducing yourself to the boys. "Yeah we know, we've heard lots about you." Seokjin snorted while giving Jimin a teasing smile. "Shut up." Jimin mumbled embarrassed. Umm what? Has Jimin been telling his friends about you? Was he talking shit about you? He hated you before so it's understandable but still. Namjoon was it? must have noticed the drop in your expression because his next words made you feel releived.

"Not in a bad way though." He said jabbing Seokjin in the stomach before taking a seat like the rest of the boys. "So, erm you're Seokjin, right?" You asked the elder. "Just call me Jin." He said smiling softly. He was beautiful and hot, one of the cutest guys you've ever seen. "Sure." You said before digging into your food. The boys introduced themselves, not like you didn't know their names already, you just couldn't identify them individually.

There was a brief moment of silence before you broke it. "Not to sound rude or give a terrible first impression but.. Hoseok please, tell your bitch to stay out of my fucking life! Gosh, she's bullying me and tryna convince me to leave my brother alone for her 'cause apparently he's 'her man.' She's so delulu, no offence." "She's not my bitch, we broke up a long time ago." He grimaced. ''Regret ever dating her, I can relate." He said looking at you apologetically. "No seriously it seems she'll only listen to you, she's tormenting me just because I hugged Taehyun at the basketball event! My fucking brother! And she even got me detention for next week Monday. I'm sure she cried to her mama when I bust her stupid bubble." You scoffed. "I like her." Yoongi said clacking his tongue before smirking.

"We're gonna be close friends." "Sure.'' You answered almost immediately. "You seem cool." Yoongi smugly smiled at your response. "So the rumours are true, your bro's Taehyun?" Taehyung asked with an arched brow. "Yes, and that's why I hate my life." You slumped into your chair. "Woah, you really hate him?" Namjoon asked chirping in. "No. He's adorable, it's just-" You sighed ''People only see me as his little sister not as me you know? Girls wanna be friends with me 'cause they want his number and guys wanna date me to be friends with him. It's like everyone uses me to be close to him for their benefit." You felt somewhat lighter revealing this to them. Even though it was the first time actually having a conversation with them.

"I can't relate to that but it must probably suck." Jimin snorted being oddly quiet most of the conversation. "Yup. It's shitty as hell. At least I've got Yuna. She's such a sweetheart." You sighed dreamily. "May I ask you if you don't mind?" Seokjin asked raising a brow in which you nodded in response. "Who's Yuna?" "She's Taehyun's girfriend, been dating since forever. She's one of my best friends." You said cheerfully.

The sounds of ohs and ahs were made by the boys. "Anyways, forget about my story and my sad ass life. How's basketball treating you guys?" You asked wanting to change the topic realizing you had said too much. Though you were a bit curious. You've answered all their questions, it was their turn to be on the hot seat. "First of all, it sounds like a drama I would like to watch, but since you asked a question, I'll answer it." You laughed at Yoongi's humour. "It's going well, a bit harsh but it's part of the package." He answered, manspreading his legs and leaning back against his chair.

"Good to know, and how about you Jimin? It might be harder for you. I mean your the shortest basketball player and the smallest compared to the others." You said teasingly but what you hadn't expected was for him to smirk cockily and slouch comfortably against his chair. "Oh, but the length of my dick isn't." He retorted with a playful glint in his eyes. You immediately chocked on your saliva and whined. "Jimin!" "What? I just stated a fact." He said faking innocence like he didn't just say something way more disgusting than a pile of dog shit. "Don't act like you don't like it." He said with a scoff.

Your little attempt to tease him was counter-attacked with a way more absurd response. "You wish." You snorted and grimaced clearly disgusted. Gross. Were boys always like this? The members however, just laughed and snickered, amused at the interaction between you both. Before you could bite back or say anything else Jungkook arrived with his tray of food in his hands. The wrongest moment to arrive. You had the perfect K.O line and it was you time to shine! You had the perfect insult to roast Jimin like a chicken eaten on Sundays.

You say your dick is so long, bet you probably don't know how to use it. Girls say you're the worst fuck.

"There you go dork, I bought your favourite vanilla milkshake, pay me by doing my homework..." He paused. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked curiosity lacing his tone. Before any of them could respond you jumped in and decided to speak first. "Since I'm friends with Jimin, the boys thought it would be a good idea to know me as well." You continued. "By the way,I didn't ask for it, your tactic to make me do your homework wouldn't work this time, but thank you anyway." You gave him a sarcastic smile. "Sure." He scoffed. "Besides, I'm wack at maths, why do you need my help?" You questioned. It was true. You never got above a grade six in Maths, it would be a miracle if that happened to be honest. And you hate the fact that it was compulsory.

"Just testing your self control." He shrugged, dipping some fries into his mouth. Everyone close to you knew you had a sweet tooth, hence the reason why your weight always fluctuated. "Self control my ass." You scoffed. "Are you gonna finish that?" He turned his head towards your food. "Just say that you're hungry and stop asking questions." You slapped his hand away from your food, stopping him from taking some of your fries causing the boys to cackle and snicker. "I see you're taking this friendship seriously..."He turned to the boys before continuing. "You should have seen her last night, she was like a girl with a cru-" You cut him off by aggressively stuffing his mouth full of fries, stopping him from spewing some embarrassing shit you did last night. You sat properly in your seat and huffed before pouting, trying to hide your embarrassment before deciding the paws of your oversized hoodie were more interesting.

The boys gushed about how cute you were causing you go beet red from the unwanted attention. They- especially Seokji- I mean Jin said that your duality was mind blowing. It was kind of true and Jungkook just had to ruin the moment by making a snide remark about how you were not cute but just an angry cat even though you had a bunny face. Surprisingly Jimin pointed it out, bursting Jungkook's bubble.

Lunch went better than you had expected it to go. The boys weren't that bad. In fact they weren't bad at all! How could they appear to be dicks when they were really just six crackheads? Jin kept calling himself 'World Wide Handsome' and spent most of the time during lunch cracking jokes that were not that funny, but you would always laugh because of the members' reactions. Especially Hoseok's, his side eye was intense! Yoongi was so chill and savage. His short replies were really effective in shutting people up. He was pretty cool though. Namjoon was calm and very smart. He called you dumb in a hundred languages and even with his glasses he still looked hot. Hoseok was very cheerful and his presence brightened up the mood. His smile was so contagious. But its crazy how he goes from cheerful to savage, like damn, his eye roll.

Taehyung was a bit shy, but was cute. He was so nice but so off topic. They said he was weird and even nicknamed him 'Alien.' Jimin was so free and his laugh made him look so beautiful. The way his eyes crinkled into moon crescents and the way his lips lifted high up displaying his laugh lines. Wait, what! Why were you so observant?! Why was your brain thinking like this?! To be fair he was handsome. He and Hobi were literally the same. His sassiness is unmatched. Even you as a savage can't beat him at that. It was fun though, you ignored the glares and jealous looks you got from girls for now. For now. It was going to come back to bite you, you just had to prepare for it.

After gymnastics and cheer practice you got home and checked your phone wondering why the hell your phone was vibrating constantly from the repeated notifications. You found out the reason.

|The group chat😎

Jimin😏

Y/N if you're wondering why you're here I added you to the boys' group chat.

You

So I'm the only girl?

Jin😘

Hey Y/N

Welcome to the group chat!

Jimin😏

So I'm the only girl?

Is that really all you care about?

You

Of course not!

But you guys have to formally welcome me.

Hobi😃

Welcome Y/N!☺️🤗

Joonie🤓

Welcome Y/N.

Jimin😏

Fine, welcome.

Kookie🐰

Hell nah!

You

then no money for banana milk🥛 from me.

Kookie🐰

fine, welcome😒

Tae😁

Welcome Y/N!🥰

Yoongi😎

u can leave if u want bcs I'm not saying that.

You

why so savage?😢🤧😭

Yoongi 😎

'cause I can😏

Hobi 😃

here we go again🙄

You

here you go again Hobi!

why am I surrounded by savages?

Jin😘

'cause you are one.

Kookie 🐰

how come yoongi doesn't get to welcome u?

it's not fair!😫😩

You

'cause you are one.

no i'm not!

it's not fair!😫😩

life's not fair either.

now STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE!

I wanna sleep

good night 🌃.

You turned off your phone and went to sleep. You've made the perfect friends. These crackheads are insufferable.

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what a time (1/2) | pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader genre: fluff word count: 561

1:11am. for three hours, you’ve been nonstop texting jimin. nobody seemed to want a stop to the conversation, always finding something to talk about. you could talk about anything with him and he’d find it amusing. you loved how you both could be comfortable with each other and smile at the dumbest things. 

today, you’d planned to sleep early so that you could wake up for a meetup you and jimin arranged through text. it had been a while since you both went out alone to the park. of course, you both went out with your friend group but you wanted to spend some alone time once in a while.

everyone knew you both had something special, but you didn’t quite know what it was. maybe it was the fact that you guys can’t get enough of each other or maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you were so special he didn’t want to stop admiring you. it always made you feel some type of way but you knew better than to destroy a friendship for something that isn’t even for sure going to last. you pushed it away but you knew deep down you’d never move on if you didn’t get closure. so, you waited for him to initiate anything if he wanted you the way you wanted him. that day didn’t come.

since then, you knew he wasn’t interested in you but your heart still fluttered every time you see him. it’s so damn hard to get over him when he smiles at you or hugs you with such a comforting embrace, and that’s when you knew no matter what you did, you would never find anyone like him.

you and jimin send each other goodnight messages with a cute gif of a bear cuddling his lover, pulling up the bedsheets and turning off the lights. you smile at it and put down your phone as you start to drift off to sleep.

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should i wear this or this? you struggle to find a top that would be perfect for the outing. ultimately, you decide on the one you think jimin would like the most.

you grab your keys and headed out, waiting for jimin’s car to appear near you. once you’ve spotted his gray car, you immediately wave so he knows it’s you. his expression immediately glows and you wonder how he looks so good all the time. he puts his sunglasses on the side and unlocks the door for you. when you get in, he immediately starts driving to the park.

“y/n, you look so good today.” you blush and wonder if he does this with everyone since he’s such a flirt when you’re around. you didn’t want to mistake his actions for something else/

“thank you, you look good too.” as you’re saying it, you could feel your cheeks warm up so you look out the window to hide it. 

usually, his comments would feel normal and you wouldn’t make such a big deal out of it. however, he was a bit different today and you couldn’t help but feel something.

as you walk into the restaurant, your eyes immediately light up as you look around you, adoring the fancy decorations. you wondered who would be lucky enough to experience this nearly every day. you were jealous of jimin’s future girlfriend.

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~Up In The Attic~

❀Pairing: hybrid!jimin x human!reader

❀Genre: cat!hybrid, smut >16+<

❀Word Count: 2.8k

❀Summary: Y/n had been taking care of an endearing kitten for about a month, when she finds out there's more to that fluffy calico-like fur than meets the eye.

❀Warning(s): fingering, vulgar language, mentions of begging, hickeys, scratching, cock slut, teasing, hints towards rough fucking, breast play, nipple play, edging.

❀a/n: So I had originally thought of doing a fluff cat-hybrid thing, (because my cat reminds me so much of Jimin as a boyfriend) but as you can tell it got a lil...side-tracked.

❀Date: November 16th, 2021.

"Do we have everything, y/n?"

you had been planning to go on a three-day weekend trip to the mountains for your uncle's work. Your parents had fallen ill at a young age, so you were taken in by your aunt and uncle. Soon, the papers were all signed and you had officially belonged to them. They were now your parents, and for the ongoing 5 years now. You run past the small corridor from your bedroom to the while marbled prestige kitchen. Grabbing the charger and yanking it from the outlet, you quickly run to the car, shoving all of your bags to the left of you. Your uncle chuckles while looking back in the mirror at you being buried by all of your items.

"Are you sure you want to bring all of that, y/n? I told you to pack lightly."

You had packed lightly. But secretly you had brought all of the necessities for a kitten you had met there the last time you went. A small, tri-colored cat had appeared at your window one night while you had been showering. Light scratches at the door had made the little guy very noticeable. Your uncle and aunt had been out to dinner for the night because it was their anniversary. So, you decided to take the kitten in. And ever since, you had been feeding, grooming, and cuddling the little fluff ball for about a month now. Your aunt had given you quite a look when you begged to go to the pet-store. Rumbling through all the shiny, squeaky toys, you had finally gotten what you needed. And now, the journey begins. You lean back, putting in your earbuds, while staring out the window, imaging all the fun things you're going to get to do at the cabin.

Except it hadn't all gone to plan. Your uncle had fumigated the cabin the night before because of some pesky little ladybugs that had crawled their way in. Now, all of your things were covered in plastic wrap. You quickly rush past the large living room with a 13 foot-high ceiling, and a huge 28 foot glass wall that had connected the inside to out. Plopping your bags down next to the old wooden chair, you begin stripping the room of anything and everything kitten-hazardous.

"all done!" you brush your hands off, while looking around the medium sized bedroom at all the hard work you had put in.

"now- they leave at five...so if he comes by at six-thirty-" you begin to plan everything out onto a small tiny crumbled piece of paper.

"until who gets here?"

A familiar voice stops you in your tracks. You aunt had brought some towels in from the guest bathroom, since it was going to be vacant throughout the trip. You push the papers off of the bed, and out of sight before she could read any. She crosses the room towards your bed, and sits herself softly down onto the dark maroon-colored duvets. A slight sigh leaves her chest.

"y/n...we've been noticing your...strange. Behavior." you cock your head towards her direction, taking a seat adjacent to your aunt. A confused but guilty look plastered your face.

"w..what do you mean, mom?" she looks around the room, adorning the arched closet just to the right of the bed. The huge glass wall-window sits on the left of your bedside, while a small animal print rug lays flat against the dark oak stained hardwood floors.

"honey...just-" she stops, bringing her hand up to caress your cheek. "just...be honest, okay?" you nod, as your uncle comes hustling up the stairs, carrying a small diamond-encrusted pocketbook. "let's go, love. The resturant will be closing soon" your aunt stands up, fixes the beautiful purple fish-tailed dress you hadn't had noticed when she had entered the room.

"be safe, y/n. make sure to lock all the doors. love you!"

your uncle yells out while dragging his wife towards the front door. A heavy sigh of relief falls from your lips.

"here kitty kitty kitty~" you push a bowl out the small opening of the attic door. You had been sitting there for over two hours waiting for your precious baby to return. You figured might as well start thinking of names. "Alex..snowflake...snowball...art..ic" A warm inviting sensation overtakes your body, pulling you into a deep sleep.

"y/n? y/n? wake up- y/n?"

a voice echoes through the room. You open your eyes, being met with the bright lights of the moons glistening across the hardwood floors. You shuffle a bit, seeing a small white kitten in the corner of the room, playing with a small ball of something that had been folded. A small giggle rolls off your lips, as you make a tutting sound to call him over. He lifts his head, glancing in your direction, but going back to his previous game. You sluggishly stand up, making your way over to the playful kitten. He had grown a bit since the last encounter.

"aww what are you playing with-"

you bend down, picking up the small crumpled up piece of fabric, recognizing the lace-imprinted patterns.

"hey! you little pervert!~"

He sits up, just letting out a small mewl. You see the shadow of another similar figure blocking the moon's rays.

"daisy?"

An unfamiliar voice echoes through the room.

"daisy? are you in here?"

You turn around, being met with a rock hard chest bumping into your own. You look up, seeing a brown eyed boy, with delicate cream colored skin.. "w..what in the-" he cuts you off.

"oh shi-....y/n??"

he backs up, you now being able to see more of his soft features. Black thick hair rolled down the sides of his face. The glistening of his skin gently across the surface just memorizes you.

"u-uh.." you pause. No coherent sentence was going to be made by you any time soon.

"oh fuck it is you-"

you take a few steps back, seeing him picking up the small calico kitten.

"w..who...who are you and how did you get into my house??" you quickly run over, grabbing a ski pad to defend yourself with. He takes a step closer, whilst still holding the kitten in his hand.

"y/n.. just put the ski down, and let me explain-" the small white kitten had jumped out of his grasp, now a whirl of white dust and specs float through the air, soon stopping as fast as it had begun. A beautiful small 6 year old looking little girl emerges from where the kitten had previously jumped down to. Her skin matching with the strange man's, her eyes having coveted small glistening gold specs. A smile spreads across her face as she runs towards you, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist.

"mommy!" The strange man quickly pulls the small child away, as she tries escaping his grasp to reach towards you. "no!" He lets out a nervous laugh, pulling her further from you.

"i told you that's not your momm-" she breaks free of his grip faster than he could explain the situation. You're frozen for the second time tonight. Who the fuck were these... these things?? She hugs your waist tightly, burring her small nose into your hip. He scratches the back of his neck, while examining the scene.

"She's confused-" "yeah so am I! who the fuck are you people!?" he gulps, while taking a step back. "you just look like her mom" he adds. The same, familiar white dust surrounds the man, as he quickly shrinks down about half his size. The white dust disappears, revealing a small, calico kitten, looking to be much older than the previous one.

"y..you're...the cat that i took care of..." he looks up, and makes a weird mewl towards the little girl, as she whines, transforms and is right by his side. One more small mewl and he transforms back to his original height.

"you've been gone for quite a while now.." he looks down to the small pure white kitten, picks her up, as she cuddles into his chest. how adorable. no! fuck these people just broke into your house! "I'll go take her back, then i can explain everything".

You didn't know what to say, and he hadn't left you the chance even if you wanted to. He quickly disappears into the night, leaving you on the floor questioning life right about now.

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"y/n? honey, time to wake up. y/n?" Something shakes you awake. You look around, peeking out of your crusted-shut eyes, seeing you're in your bed. "w..what..what happened?" a groggily moan rolls off your tounge, and out into the atmosphere. "What do you mean? i just came in here to say your father made breakfast." your aunt stands up off of the end of the bed, and shuffles out lf the doorway. You look aroune, seeing everything in it's original spot. The images from the pervious night had flooded your head. You quickly run up the stairs past the kitchen, to the small corridor leading to the attic. You reach for the small string that hangs down, making it easier to open. Right before you can tug at the little string, your uncle calls you back down to eat.

"so I was thinking that we should all go skiing today" your uncle retorts.

"oh that sounds lovely, honey! what do you think, y/n?" you sat there, picking at you eggs and French toast. The thoughts and what little conversation you had had with the man before still lingers in your mind. It wasn't until your father had cleared his throat loudly, while setting down the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. You sit up, your attention now on the startling noise.

"what do you think, y/n?" You hadn't really had thought about the conversation they had been having, so you just do a measly nod, and dump your plate into the sink, walking to your bedroom.

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"goodnight, y/n!" your aunt calls from her bedroom.

"goodnight, mom! sweet dreams, dad!"

he grumbles back, having already been half asleep. You grab a flashlight from the nightstand table on your right, and quietly make your way towards the attic. you step up, looking around the dimly lit un-finished room. Nothing out of the ordinary. A sigh leaves your chest. You turn on your right heel, just as you were about to go to bed for the night, a voice echoes softly through the chilling atmosphere.

"have you been waiting for me?"

his voice sounds very warm and inviting. The soft wind howls right along the side of the house, making a small but peaceful atmosphere. You climb up, quietly making your way over to where the voice had came from.

"Why didn't you come last night like you said you would?"

you feel around for any kind of heat source that might be his. Or at least a damn LIGHTSWITCH. "I did~" his voice had grown near with each passing second.

"You were asleep. So-"

a pair of arms snakes around my waist, as a hot, brush of air rolls down the nape of my neck. His emitting warmth from his body had pulled me to sit. He chuckles, already sensing the power he had over me. "how do you think you gotten in bed?" god. Bed. the way he said it was just- enticing. You could feel a slight stir in your core, like something was waking up inside of you.

"W..why did y-you do th-that"

the small breaths he had been taking in were just agonizing to you. He shifts slightly, pulling you to sit between his legs. He drags his index finger gently across the surface of your skin, drawing tiny figure eights with the pad.

"Because-" he leans down even more, his soft, plush-like lips graze over your virgin skin of your neck.

"I couldn't let you sleepy here all alone, could I? what would your parents have to say?"

A small moans escapes your lips, as you quickly cover your mouth. Small fits of chuckles brush past your arm. 'cute" he replies. You subconsciously cuddle up closer to his chest, laying all of your weight against his. His hand now trails down the side of your hip, teasing the small dips between.

"S-so...what are you?"

he stops his movements, cocking his head to the side to face yours.

"do you want the long story or the short story?"

Long? Oh fuck, just imagining his sliding deep against your walls, as you moan out loudly while he has a hand covered against your mouth to suppress what little dignity you had left. The grunts he would make while thrusting his hips against yours, ever inch of his long girthy length just splits you wide open, him having you pressed against the wall, every cell in your body his for the taking.

"y/n?"

He questions, while you get pulled from your fantasy land. "y-yeah?" great, a fucking stutter. way to go, y/n. He chuckles, taking in a small whiff of your scent.

"are you horny right now?"

He asks as if he's telling one of his friends if they want to go bowling with them on Friday night. A light moan rolls past your tounge. He chuckles, while resuming his movements against your skin. Gently, the pad of his index finger burns the surface of your skin. What the hell was this feeling? You've been horny before with previous partners but..this? this was pure flith.

"I know I get humans horny but not this much~" he teases.

"f-fuck you" you release, while holding onto his arm from the amount of pressure in the air.

"Oh really?~ You sure your want that, sweetheart? For your family to hear how much of slut you are for my cock? Them hearing who's fucking their innocent little girl? Making her scream another man's name. For them to hear your whiny ass begging for my hard cock to just fuck you into tommorow. Fuck, you want the whole neighborhood to hear how much pleasure I'm giving you? You want my lips wrapped around your tight little cunt, while you beg to cum? You want that baby?"

You hadn't even noticed how your nails had begin to dig into the flesh of his thigh, moans growing louder by the second. A smirk presses against his lips, as his right hand dips into the opening of your pajama pants, his digits start moving in circles against your bulb. Small, muffled moans threaten to escape your throat as your throw your head back against his chest. His free hand slithering it's way up to your breast, cupping it gently, while rolling the nub gently between his two fingers.

"oh fuck-" You whine, arching your back from the pure pleasure you're getting. A pair of soft, moist lips leans down to the base of your neck, licking a strip up towards your jawline, before lightly sucking on the thin skin. Your eyes had now rolled to the back of your head, as your legs start twitching from the stimulation. This was pure bliss. The rises and falls of his chest against your back, and rock hard object your could feeling pocking at your butt, the way his middle finger teases your entrance slightly pushing the tip in, only to be yanked right back out.

"i-im gunn..ah..-"

You're right on the edge, you could practically see the climax cliff. His finger than had been working your core, fastened.

"oH fuck!" you yelp out, knowing damn well that your aunt and uncle heard. But you didn't care. You only wanted one thing. And that was to-

"nuh uh~"

his voice brushes gently against your ear, as all of the pleasure just stops. You turn around, seeing his bring his two fingers to his mouth, sucking on the leftovers of your juices.

"what the fuck?!" a smirk presses against his lips. He stands up, brushing himself off, while you're just sitting there confused as hell. he crouches down to your level, whispering softly into your ear.

"I can't let you have all the fun, now can I?" he walks towards the window, and sits on the edge, as he prepares to jump down.

"sweet dreams, darling~"

he smirks, turns, and hops down. Who the fuck was he? You hadn't even gotten a name! Who was the little cat-girl..daughter..kid with him, and WHY was he messing with you?? You sit there, processing what the fuck had just happened when-

"y/n!? what the hell!?!" you look to see your aunt and uncle standing above you, looking down at the wet stop that had stained the antique rug. One thing's for sure. You we're gunna be in a whole lot of shit tonight.

[winterscurze]

miss me more // jimin

"Did you miss me?", he asked his eyebrows raised.

" ofcourse not, I was busy all week", you said grinning at the man donning an expression that clearly warns he's about to get pissed off. His piercing gaze made your heart race at a devilishly fast rate.

" well, I kind of missed you", he said in a low, timid voice as he started heading closer until your foreheads touched, breaths mingled, your chest merely grazing his. His hands caging you on either side, making you search for salvation from the unholy desires invading your thoughts.

You clearly couldn't get him off your mind this whole week, and no work was a distraction enough to keep him away from your thoughts. But you still chose to deny it in front of him, make him dread for more, give you more so next time you'd do a better job missing him. Until everyday becomes a prayer to see him, lock yourself in his eyes, desperate for his touch, and the blanket of comfort it brings along.

He looked at you, held your gaze for a while before he took your hands in his, brought them to his face, and kissed your palms. You can feel the warmth radiating off his cheeks, flushed in a light scarlet shade. " why did you not miss me", he spoke, his eyes still hooded, pinning you down, as his hands left yours to graze your sides. He pulled you closer, shrinking the distance between your bodies, a hand on your waist, the other enclosing your nape. He leaned in to peck at your lips. a quick, soft peck. And started tracing soft kisses along your neck, your collarbones, sending a shiver down your spine everytime his soft, plump lips met your skin. Your mind's losing every little grip of consciousness, muffled in the haze of his holy scent as his lips moved in a sinfully slow pace. Then he stopped. Breathing you in, he whispered into your skin " This time I'll make sure you miss me more".

a/n: so another jimin drabble, let me know if you like it!

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Just The Two Of Us [Author L] | Kim Taehyung

𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 ♥ I fell in love with you, I don't know why, I don't know how, I just did.

Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N A dream-like romance. Cheesy. Highly Romantic.

Written by Author L

Cross posted on Wattpad

Word count :- 365 Words

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This is just to give you an insight on what's gonna happen here. These are just my true thoughts here, so bear with me, it's not gonna be poetic.

I've been wanting to write 'Just The Two Of Us'  since a long time. It's very close to me because it's my first ever story. Through this story, what I intend to convey is, absolutely nothing. That's right. Absolutely nothing. This story is not one which is a dark/suspense thriller, or one which would inspire you for your next endeavour, or psychologically motivate you. It's rather something that focuses on an emotion. Particularly, the emotions of the characters. I aim to showcase the characters' true, raw feelings about each other. 

I usually gravitate towards stories which, to some extent seem realistic and relatable. They must be light, believable and make you, the reader, go through certain feelings without emotionally exhausting you. Unfortunately I couldn't find many works that were convincing enough, logically made sense, and basically, hit me hard. Which is why I set out to write one myself. It does of course have a few fictional elements without which there might be no story. 

This story mainly and solely focuses on just the two characters (and a few others) and their feelings for each other. It's basically about two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, slightly egoistic, and quite normal people who happen to realise, discover, and explore the possibility of being in love. It's a dream-like almost magical romance focusing on what I love to call "the butterfly inducing effect". So, get comfy, grab a tub of ice cream, maybe get a few tissues and be prepared to experience romance like no other and fall in love.

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~𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,

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