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minxmut-cafe · 8 days ago

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HEXED HEARTS | part 1.

Pairing : Slytherin Jimin x Huffle puff Reader

Word count : 18k words

Authors note : I AM BACK!!! Ik it's been a LONG time since I posted LMAO but my exams are going on and I really need to focus lol. This had been in my requests for a long time lol. Also I haven't really watched Harry potter. So my apologies if there's something inaccurate in it. But I hope you enjoy it. ALSO this was originally supposed to be one part but it got too long T T. So it's now a 3 part story because of the word count limit.

PART 2 | PART 3

Warning : Smut, spell, mentions of poison, Sexual penetration, PWP, cunnilingus, intercourse, oral sex (F receiving), bullying, threats, enemies to lover???, masturbation, accidental voyeurism.

Synopsis :

Jimin, a cocky Slytherin, relentlessly bullies the sweet, naive little Hufflepuff. After accidentally hitting her with a charm, she becomes love-struck and overly vulnerable. Despite her efforts to hide it, her innocence makes her an easy target for his teasing and the manipulations of others, leaving her trapped in confusion and desire. In an attempt to revert her back to normal...things take an interesting turn.

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Jimin leaned against the cold stone wall of the Hufflepuff common room entrance, his usual smug grin plastered on his face as he watched the young Hufflepuff girl approach. She was just about to pass him, her arms clutching a freshly bought butterbeer from the Hogwarts kitchen, when he blocked her path with a lazy flick of his wand.

"Got something for me, love?" he teased, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he eyed the bottle in her hands.

The girl, her name was Y/N, tried to sidestep him, but Jimin’s other hand shot out, snatching the bottle from her grip effortlessly.

"Hey!" she squeaked, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. “Give it back!”

Jimin didn’t even flinch, instead, he raised the bottle just out of her reach, savoring the discomfort he was causing. "Oh? Why should I?" he taunted, eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle. "You’re so innocent, aren't you? Too sweet for your own good."

Y/N huffed, her breath shaky as she tried to stand her ground. She didn’t know what it was about him—how he could mock her so easily, take her things, laugh at her expense—and yet, she couldn’t ever seem to stay mad for long. There was something about him that made her heart race, even when she hated what he was doing to her.

Jimin saw the telltale flush creeping up her neck and smirked. Too easy. But then, an idea sparked in his mind. He flicked his wand again, just for fun, and whispered a quick incantation. A flash of light and—whoops—the charm hit her square in the chest.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, he noticed it.

Y/N blinked, her gaze locking on his, a soft, dazed look clouding her usually clear eyes. She bit her lip and swayed slightly, almost as though the world around her had lost its balance.

What the hell did I just do? Jimin thought, a cold shiver running down his spine. He’d only meant to play another prank, not... this.

"Y/N?" he asked, voice lower now, suddenly unsure of the situation.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, her fingers tightened around the edges of her robes, and her breath came out in shallow bursts.

“Are you alright?” he pressed, though the devilish grin hadn’t left his face.

Y/N’s response wasn’t quite what he expected. She blinked at him again, as if seeing him for the first time, and said softly, “You’re... beautiful.”

Jimin’s smirk faltered.

He watched, almost fascinated, as she stumbled over her words, her hands fidgeting at her sides. Whatever he had done, it had affected her in ways he didn’t understand.

Well, this could be interesting.

But as she stood there, clearly confused by whatever magic had just altered her perception, Jimin couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong.

This is getting really interesting—Jimin's slow realization of how much he messed up, combined with his initial indifference, adds a lot of tension. Here’s how the next scene could play out:

Jimin had never thought much about the aftermath of his teasing. He’d throw a snide comment here, steal a butterbeer there—nothing too serious. The little Hufflepuff was easy to rile up, her reactions far too amusing for him to stop. But lately... something had changed.

Over the past few weeks, Y/N has become strange. More sensitive to his taunts, more flustered than usual. It was almost too easy now. A simple smirk in her direction had her stammering, and sometimes—Merlin forbid—she would look at him with wide, starry eyes, as if he had just saved her from a dragon instead of, say, hexing her quill to scribble nonsense on her parchment.

He didn't think much of it. Maybe she was just being her usual naive self. Maybe she was just going through a phase.

But then, the whispers started.

Jimin had always known she was an easy target—too trusting, too kind for her own good—but lately, people were taking more advantage of her than before. The usual teasing had shifted into something uglier. More cruel. A few times, he caught her looking startled when a group of boys brushed past her too closely in the halls, or freezing up when someone flicked their wand and sent her books tumbling.

Still, he ignored it.

At least, he did until that night.

Jimin had been heading back to his dorm, barely paying attention as he strolled through the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The halls were mostly empty—curfew was approaching—when something made him pause.

A soft sniffle.

He turned the corner, brows furrowing, and what he saw made his stomach clench.

Y/N. Sitting on the cold stone floor, knees drawn up to her chest, her hands curled weakly around them. Her robes were slightly disheveled, her usually bright expression replaced by something hollow. The candlelight flickered against her skin, highlighting the bruises on her knees, a few more scattered on her hands and calves.

Jimin didn’t move at first.

He wasn’t sure why he felt that sudden, uncomfortable pang in his chest, but it was there, unwelcome and nagging.

Y/N sniffled again, rubbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. She hadn’t noticed him yet.

Jimin should have walked away. Should’ve pretended he didn’t see.

Instead, he exhaled sharply and took a step forward. "Oi."

She flinched, her head snapping up. For a second, her dazed eyes met his, and he saw it—the hesitation, the lingering effect of whatever stupid charm he had hit her with.

"...Jimin?" she whispered, blinking in confusion.

He clenched his jaw.

"Tch. What are you doing sitting on the floor like a pathetic little lost kitten?" he muttered, crouching down to her level. His voice was sharp, but his movements were careful.

Y/N swallowed thickly, lowering her gaze. "I—I just... tripped," she lied, a weak attempt at brushing it off.

Jimin's eyes flickered over her bruises. Liar.

For the first time in weeks, his teasing words didn’t come. His usual smirk felt foreign on his lips.

Because deep down, a part of him knew—this wasn’t just some random accident. And the worst part?

It was his fault.

Jimin stayed crouched in front of her, his usual smirk absent, replaced by something unreadable. His sharp eyes scanned the bruises on her skin, the way her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the fabric of her robe.

He clicked his tongue. "Who did this?"

Y/N blinked at him, eyes glassy from unshed tears.

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping into something firmer. "I’m serious, Y/N. Who? Was it those Ravenclaw pricks? Or was it Jeongmin again?"

She sniffled.

Jimin’s patience was wearing thin. He had seen the way people treated her lately—hell, he’d contributed to it—but even he had limits. This wasn’t just a bit of teasing anymore. Someone had hurt her.

“Y/N,” he pressed, a little softer this time, watching her lower lip wobble. “Tell me.”

Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her robes. Then, instead of answering, she let out a tiny, pitiful noise—half a sniffle, half a whimper—and pouted up at him, her wide eyes shimmering under the dim torchlight.

“Why is everyone so mean to me?”

Jimin froze.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. He had been ready for a name, for a snarky excuse, maybe even a dismissive I’m fine. But this? This small, defeated question?

It made something in his chest twist—tight and unfamiliar.

Y/N sniffled again, rubbing at her eyes with her sleeve. “I don’t—I don’t even do anything bad,” she hiccuped, voice cracking. "But—but they keep taking my things, and laughing, and—" she bit her lip, looking down. "Even when I say stop, they just laugh harder."

Jimin felt his fingers twitch.

For the first time, he actually looked at her. Not just as the gullible little Hufflepuff he loved to torment, not as the girl who got flustered too easily or tripped over her own feet.

But as someone who was genuinely hurting.

And the worst part? A good portion of that was his fault.

Jimin ran his tongue over his teeth, inhaling sharply. His pride wouldn’t let him soften completely, but for once, the usual amusement in his voice was gone when he muttered, "Tch. They’re idiots. They don’t know any better."

Y/N pouted harder. "But why?"

Jimin clenched his jaw. Why? Because you’re too trusting. Because you never fight back. Because you’re too soft for a school full of people who don’t deserve your kindness. Because—

Because I started it.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off his robes.

"Come on," he muttered, holding a hand out.

She blinked up at him. "Huh?"

"You heard me, Hufflepuff. Get up."

She hesitated, but when she finally placed her smaller hand in his, Jimin was hit with a sudden warmth. He ignored it, gripping her wrist and tugging her up to her feet.

She wobbled slightly, her balance off, and before he could think, Jimin’s hands found her waist to steady her.

Too close.

His breath hitched. Y/N was staring up at him again, wide-eyed, lips parted in surprise.

For a second, Jimin forgot why he was supposed to be mad. Why he was even here. All he could focus on was the way her fingers were gripping his sleeve like he was something safe. Like she trusted him.

Like he wasn’t the reason she was like this in the first place.

His grip on her waist tightened before he quickly let go. "Tch. Stop looking at me like that," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Like what?" she sniffled.

He rolled his eyes, turning on his heel. "Never mind."

But as he walked away, jaw tight, he knew one thing for certain—

This was his mess to clean up.

Jimin wasn’t the type to lose sleep over guilt.

But that night, as he lay in his dorm, arms crossed behind his head, he found himself staring at the ceiling, replaying the way Y/N had sniffled up at him with wide, heartbroken eyes.

Why is everyone so mean to me?

He scowled, turning onto his side. Tch. Stupid girl.

Still, when morning came, Jimin found himself paying more attention than usual.

She was easy to spot—Hufflepuffs were loud, and her friend group had the energy of overeager puppies. But even as she chattered away with them, he could tell she wasn’t fully herself. Her movements were stiff, her usual sunshine-like warmth dimmed.

And she was still too damn trusting.

Jimin’s wand twitched in his sleeve as he watched from a distance. A small hex here, a charm there—little things. Subtle things. When she nearly walked into a swinging suit of armor, an invisible force nudged her just enough to avoid it. When a group of Ravenclaws whispered too loudly about her, their quills inexplicably snapped in half. And when one particularly brave Slytherin tried to jinx her from behind?

Well. Jimin had ways of making sure the hex rebounded.

He wasn’t sure what exactly had changed overnight. All he knew was that watching her flinch at every little thing left a bad taste in his mouth.

So, when lunchtime rolled around, and he caught sight of a certain someone sneering in Y/N’s direction, all thoughts of subtlety went out the window.

Jeongmin.

The arrogant bastard was lounging at the Ravenclaw table, shooting Y/N a knowing smirk while she hurried past him, clutching her books a little tighter.

Jimin tilted his head. Interesting.

He hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he was paying attention, he saw it—the way Jeongmin’s friends elbowed each other, laughing under their breath. The way Y/N ducked her head, trying to disappear.

Jimin flexed his fingers. So, you’re the one.

He stood from his seat, rolling his shoulders lazily. He wasn’t impulsive per se—every move he made was calculated. But some things required creativity.

A hex would be too obvious. A fight? Too much paperwork.

No, if Jimin was going to deal with this, he’d do it the smart way.

The Slytherin way.

Later That Evening…

Jeongmin never saw it coming.

One minute, he was on his way back from the library, minding his own business. The next, the torches in the corridor flickered, and a chilling voice murmured from the shadows—

"Going somewhere, Jeongmin?"

The Ravenclaw barely had time to react before he was shoved—hard—against the cold stone wall.

Jimin leaned in, his wand pressing just under Jeongmin’s chin.

"Funny thing," he mused, voice eerily calm. "I heard something interesting today."

Jeongmin swallowed, trying—and failing—to push back. Jimin barely exerted any force, but the weight of his presence alone kept him pinned.

"I heard," Jimin continued, tilting his head, "that you’ve been running your mouth. That you’ve been having a little too much fun at someone else’s expense." His eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight. "That true?"

Jeongmin wet his lips. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about—"

Jimin clicked his tongue. Wrong answer.

With a lazy flick of his wand, Jeongmin’s knees buckled, forcing him down.

"Try again," Jimin murmured.

Jeongmin gasped, but Jimin crouched, keeping their eye level dangerously close.

"You know," he continued conversationally, "there are certain spells that don’t leave a mark. No proof. No trace." He hummed, tapping his wand against his palm. "Ever heard of the Cold Shiver Hex? Makes it feel like insects are crawling under your skin for days."

Jeongmin’s breath hitched.

"Or the Whisper Curse? A tiny spell—nothing major. But it does make sure you hear the same voice in your head, over and over." Jimin smiled, slow and sharp. "My voice. Repeating one little word."

He leaned in. "Run."

Jeongmin trembled.

Jimin exhaled, letting the silence stretch.

Then, just as suddenly, he stood, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve.

"Stay," he drawled, stepping back. "Out of her way."

With one last, lingering glance, he turned on his heel, disappearing down the corridor.

Behind him, Jeongmin slumped against the wall, shaking.

Jimin didn’t look back.

But as he made his way toward the common room, a smirk finally tugged at his lips.

Messing with Y/N? Big mistake.

Y/N barely had time to register what was happening before she found herself being dragged through the corridors, her feet stumbling over the cold stone floor.

“Jimin—wait—!” she yelped, nearly tripping.

“Stop whining.”

“Where are we going?”

“The library.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

She puffed out her cheeks in protest, huffing as she tried to keep up. He had grabbed the back of her coat, practically hauling her along like a misbehaving cat.

“Why are you so grumpy today?” she mumbled, pouting. “You’re always mean, but today feels extra mean.”

Jimin’s eye twitched.

She was the one pouting? She was the one acting like he was being unreasonable? After all the absolute bullshit he had to clean up because of her ridiculous condition?

He inhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to stay calm.

She wasn’t wrong, though. He was grumpy.

For one, he had spent half his day making sure no one dared to lay a hand on her again. And two, he was pissed at himself.

Because now that he was paying attention, the signs were obvious. The dazed, dreamy looks. The way she got flustered way too easily. How she stared at him all starry-eyed when he so much as breathed in her direction.

And the worst part?

This wasn’t normal.

Not for her.

Y/N was naturally soft, sure. But she wasn’t—or at least, she hadn’t always been—this stupidly, pathetically love-struck.

Which meant… he had caused this.

Somehow.

And that was why they were marching to the library.

Jimin threw her into a chair.

“Sit.”

Y/N let out a tiny squeak, blinking up at him in bewilderment. “You didn’t have to be so rough, you know.”

Jimin ignored her, already scanning the shelves for what he needed. His fingers skimmed the spines of several books—Obscure Charms and How to Break Them, Hexes, Curses, and Accidental Magic, The Unspoken Dangers of Misdirected Spells.

He pulled out three, dropping them onto the table with a thud.

Y/N flinched.

Jimin took a seat across from her, flipping open the first book.

“Alright,” he said, voice clipped. “You’re going to sit there and not whine while I figure out what the hell is wrong with you.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “You. Are. Acting. Weird.”

“I am not!”

Jimin shot her a look.

She wilted. “…Okay, maybe a little.”

He scoffed. A little?

“A lot,” he corrected. “And considering the fact that I may or may not have hit you with an undetermined spell—”

Her eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

“—we need to fix it before you do something stupid.”

Y/N huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t do stupid things.”

Jimin gave her a flat look. “You almost walked straight into a cursed tapestry yesterday.”

“…Oh.”

He smirked. “Yeah. Oh.”

She fidgeted. “Well… maybe I am acting a little different,” she admitted, voice soft.

Jimin rolled his eyes. “A little? You’ve been looking at me like I personally hung the stars for the past two weeks.”

Y/N flushed. “I have not—!”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “You swooned when I insulted you.”

Y/N gasped. “I did not swoon!”

“You did.”

She buried her face in her hands, groaning. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah, it’s bad.” Jimin flipped a page, scanning for anything useful.

Y/N peeked at him through her fingers. “W-What if…” she hesitated.

“What?”

“What if…” she fidgeted. “What if I like it?”

Jimin froze.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze from the book, staring at her like she had just grown a second head. “What.”

She squirmed under his stare. “I-I mean… it’s not that bad, right? It’s just a little crush—”

Jimin slammed the book shut.

“Nope.” He stood. “Nope. Absolutely not. We’re fixing this tonight.”

Y/N pouted. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I am not—” he exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “Y/N. You don’t even like me.”

She blinked.

Jimin continued, voice strained. “Before this stupid charm, you hated me.”

Y/N hesitated. “I didn’t hate you…”

“Oh, really?” Jimin drawled. “So you enjoyed when I stole your butterbeer? When I relentlessly mocked you? When I made fun of you in front of the entire class?”

She bit her lip. “…No.”

Jimin pointed at her. “Exactly.”

Y/N slumped in her chair, deflating. “…Then what do we do?”

Jimin sighed, sitting back down. He flipped open another book, eyes scanning the pages.

“We figure out how to reverse it,” he muttered. “Before you start writing my name in hearts on your notebook.”

Y/N let out a tiny squeak, quickly shoving her notebook under the table.

Jimin’s eye twitched.

Merlin help me.

Jimin was trying to focus.

Really, he was.

But it was proving to be exceedingly difficult when Y/N was sitting across from him looking like an actual water nymph, her chin resting on her hands, lips pouting, legs kicking lazily under the table.

She wasn’t even doing anything. Just… being cute. Like it was effortless. Like it wasn’t completely ruining his concentration.

He flipped another page, trying to ignore the way she sighed dreamily, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on the table.

Merlin’s bloody beard.

It wasn’t helping that she kept staring at him, either. Not with her usual wary glances or that signature Hufflepuff softness. No—this was different.

This was… hungry.

Jimin froze.

Wait.

No. No way.

He narrowed his eyes at her, scrutinizing her expression.

Was that—was she looking at him like she wanted to eat him?

His stomach did a weird flip. He immediately shut that thought down.

No. Nope. No way in hell.

This was Y/N they were talking about. The same wide-eyed, Bambi-looking, butterbeer-loving Hufflepuff who probably cried over injured Bowtruckles.

There was no way she was—

Jimin shook his head. She doesn’t even know what horny is.

Right?

…Right?

His eye twitched.

He refused to entertain the thought.

With a deep sigh, he returned his attention to the book, doing his best to block out her utterly bewildering presence.

“Jimin,” she suddenly murmured.

He gritted his teeth. “What.”

She tilted her head. “Why do your hands look so nice?”

Jimin choked.

“What—?”

“They’re so veiny,” she mused, blinking owlishly. “I like them.”

Jimin snapped the book shut.

That was it. He was finding the cure

Jimin flicked her forehead.

“Ow—!” Y/N huffed, rubbing the spot as she pouted at him.

“Stop staring at me like that and help me find the damn spell,” Jimin scolded, flipping the book open again. “Or at least describe what you're feeling so I know what I’m fixing.”

Y/N blinked, looking up at him with big, thoughtful eyes. She opened her mouth, then hesitated.

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

She fidgeted. “Um…”

He sighed impatiently. “Spit it out, Bambi.”

Y/N’s lips wobbled. “I-It’s just… my heart feels like it’s gonna explode, and there’s butterflies, and my knees feel all weak and wobbly, and—and—”

She swallowed, face heating.

Jimin narrowed his eyes. “And?”

Y/N squirmed, avoiding his gaze.

“…T-Tingles.”

Jimin’s brow furrowed. “Tingles?”

She gave a tiny nod.

He frowned. “Where?”

Silence.

Jimin watched as she slowly, very suspiciously, started sinking lower in her chair, face turning redder and redder.

Realization hit him like a Bludger to the chest.

Oh.

Oh, fuck no.

Jimin slammed the book shut.

“We are fixing this right now.”

Y/N jumped at the slam of the book, her already wobbly knees knocking against the chair legs.

Jimin glared at her, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "You're telling me—" he sucked in a sharp breath, "—that I hit you with some random-ass charm that makes you all soft and useless and, and—" His eyes flicked down at her shifting thighs before darting back up. "Tingly?"

Y/N swallowed hard. "W-Well, I wouldn’t say useless…"

Jimin gave her the flattest look.

She fidgeted under his stare, nervously playing with her sleeves. "I just… I feel warm all the time, and everyone seems so much meaner lately, and I don’t know, Jimin, my head's all fuzzy, and my body is—"

"Okay, stop!" he hissed, holding up a hand. He pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply like he needed patience from the heavens above.

Y/N pursed her lips, eyes glistening. "Why are you mad at me?" she mumbled.

Jimin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I’m not mad at you,” he gritted out. "I'm mad at my own dumbass for hitting you with whatever the hell this is."

Y/N blinked. "Oh."

Then, very softly—"You're not a dumbass."

Jimin’s eye twitched. He shot her a sharp look, only to find her staring at him all dotingly again, her lashes fluttering, her lips slightly parted like he was the most dazzling thing she'd ever seen.

Merlin’s bloody socks.

He had to fix this. Now.

Jimin abruptly stood, yanking his tie loose. "Alright, come on."

Y/N blinked in confusion as he grabbed her coat and dragged her out of her chair.

"Jimin—"

"We're finding this spell and reversing it," he grumbled, tugging her toward the Restricted Section.

Y/N stumbled behind him, half-tripping over her own feet. "Wait—"

"Not waiting, Bambi."

"But—"

"Not but-ing either."

Y/N let out a small, defeated whimper as he marched her through the aisles, her little feet barely keeping up.

Jimin, on the other hand, was fighting for his life to ignore the way she was pouting up at him, her fingers clutching his sleeve like some lost little fawn.

He clenched his jaw.

This spell had to go.

Immediately.

Jimin’s fingers tightened around the book.

His eyes scanned the page once, twice—then a third time just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Aquire the object of your desire.

The words stared mockingly back at him.

His throat went dry. "No way."

Y/N, still swaying slightly beside him, tilted her head. "What does it say?"

Jimin didn’t answer. His mind was racing.

It wasn’t a love spell.

Not some stupid, artificial enchantment forcing her feelings. Not some external force turning her into a love-drunk fool.

It was an amplifier.

The charm didn't create her feelings—it just intensified what was already there.

Jimin sat back, the realization hitting him like a goddamn truck.

Jimin stared at the book. Then at Y/N. Then back at the book.

His brain was short-circuiting.

The charm was an amplifier. It only enhanced feelings that were already there.

Which meant—

She’d already felt like this before.

The stolen glances, the nervous fidgeting, the way she melted when he so much as breathed in her direction. The way she looked at him now—

Like she wanted to devour him.

Jimin swallowed, jaw tightening.

There was only one way to fix this.

He shut the book with an audible thud.

Y/N blinked at him, wide-eyed. “Did you find the cure?”

Jimin exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah."

She perked up. "Oh! What is it?"

He turned to her, looking her over slowly—her flushed cheeks, the way she was still swaying slightly, her pupils way too dilated for her own good.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"Well…" he drawled.

Y/N tilted her head. "Well…?"

Jimin leaned in, his voice low and unbelievably smug.

“We’ll have to fuck it out.”

Y/N froze.

Silence.

Absolute, earth-shattering silence.

Then—

"WHAT—?"

Y/N’s entire body seized up.

Her breath hitched, eyes widening to the size of saucers. "E-EXCUSE ME?!"

Jimin leaned back against the table, crossing his arms lazily. “You heard me, Bambi.”

Her mouth opened—then closed—then opened again, but no words came out. Her face burned so hot, she swore she was about to spontaneously combust.

Jimin, on the other hand, looked far too pleased with himself. He tilted his head, watching her with a lazy smirk. “I mean, unless you wanna stay like this forever—getting all weak and breathless every time I so much as look at you.”

Y/N whimpered.

Jimin chuckled, low and deep. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Her hands flew to her face, her brain scrambling to process what was happening. “T-That can’t be the only way—”

Jimin shrugged. “It’s the fastest way.”

She gawked at him.

He grinned. “What? You’d rather wait weeks for the effects to wear off?” He leaned in again, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Or do you wanna fix this tonight?”

Y/N squeaked.

Jimin chuckled again, dark and satisfied. He loved this. Loved watching her squirm, loved how her breathing quickened when he got too close.

And now that he knew she wanted him?

Oh, he was going to have fun with this.

“So?” he purred. “What’s it gonna be, Bambi?”

Y/N swallowed hard, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. Her whole body buzzed—with heat, with want, with something overwhelming—but underneath it all, a small, quiet voice whispered: Not yet.

She didn’t know why.

Jimin was right. This was the fastest way to get rid of the spell. She wanted him—hell, the spell made sure of that—but something in her gut twisted at the idea of just… giving in like that.

She wasn’t ready.

Not like this.

Y/N licked her lips, her gaze flickering away. “I… I think I’ll wait.”

Silence.

When she finally dared to look at him, Jimin was just… staring.

Brows slightly furrowed. Lips parted just the tiniest bit. Like she had just spoken in Parseltongue and he couldn’t understand a damn word she’d said.

"You’ll what?"

Y/N felt her chest tighten. “I’ll wait. Until it wears off.”

Jimin’s head tilted. He genuinely looked confused. “Wait.”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Even though you’re, like, two seconds away from melting whenever I so much as breathe near you?”

Y/N whimpered, looking away again. “Y-Yes.”

Jimin blinked, then scoffed. “That’s stupid.”

She frowned. “It’s not!”

He let out a sharp laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You’re miserable, Bambi! I see it! You can barely focus, you freeze when someone so much as bumps into you, you can’t even look at me without turning into a puddle!” He gestured at her with both hands. “This is your chance to fix it!”

Y/N flinched.

Jimin stopped.

The frustration in his eyes faltered for just a second.

Then—

Y/N abruptly scampered away.

Jimin didn’t even have time to react. She shot up from her chair, mumbling something about needing to study or sleep or something before she practically ran out of the library.

Jimin was left standing there, staring at the empty space she left behind.

His jaw clenched.

What the fuck just happened?

Jimin wasn't having it.

The moment Y/N ran off, something inside him snapped.

He wasn’t even thinking—his feet just moved, following her out of the library, down the dimly lit corridors, ignoring the ridiculous pounding in his chest.

By the time he caught up to her, she was halfway to the Hufflepuff dorms, walking with her head down, her arms hugged tight around herself.

Jimin grabbed her wrist. “Hey—”

Y/N jumped, eyes wide as she spun around.

“Jimin—”

He exhaled sharply, scanning her face. "What’s wrong?"

Y/N’s lips parted slightly. "I—I told you, I just want to w-wait—”

Jimin’s jaw tightened. "Yeah, and that’s bullshit. You’re burning up, you can barely look at me without your knees buckling, and yet you ran the moment I gave you an actual solution."

She flinched, gaze darting away.

Jimin took a step closer. "So what is it? What’s stopping you?"

Y/N inhaled shakily. She bit her lip, as if debating whether to say anything at all.

Then, finally—

“…Don’t get mad.”

Jimin stiffened.

Something about the way she said it—soft, hesitant, like she was genuinely afraid of his reaction—made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

He swallowed, forcing himself to nod. “I won’t.”

Y/N hesitated for a long moment. Then, she sighed.

“…I do have feelings for you.”

Jimin’s breath caught.

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips trembling. "And, yeah, I’m all… hot and bothered and it’s so embarrassing, but…"

She fidgeted with the sleeves of her robe.

"You’ve always been mean to me, Jimin." Her voice was quiet. "You tease me, you steal my stuff, you embarrass me in front of everyone. You’ve never been nice to me before. So how am I supposed to trust that after we… you know… you won’t just go back to treating me like a joke?"

Jimin froze.

His lips parted, but no words came out.

Because fuck.

He hadn’t thought about that.

Jimin stared at her.

For the first time in his life, he was completely speechless.

Because—fuck—she was right.

He had been mean to her. He had bullied her. He had made her life at Hogwarts miserable whenever he got the chance.

So why the fuck should she trust him now?

His fingers twitched around her wrist, his grip loosening.

Y/N bit her lip, gaze dropping to the floor. “…See?” she whispered. “You can’t even deny it.”

Jimin’s chest tightened.

His mind raced, searching for something—anything—to say, but for once, his usual sharp tongue failed him.

And then, before he could even try to stop her, she gently pulled her wrist from his grasp and took a step back.

"I need to go." Her voice wavered, but her expression was set. "Please don’t follow me this time."

Jimin didn’t move.

He just stood there, watching as she turned away—her shoulders slumped, her steps small and unsure, her hand brushing against the wall as if she needed to steady herself.

He clenched his jaw.

Something ugly clawed at his chest.

The same feeling he got when he saw her with those assholes. When he saw her bruised and sniffly and small.

He hated that feeling.

And he hated even more that he was the reason she looked like that now.

Jimin exhaled sharply through his nose, his hands clenching into fists.

Fine.

She wanted him to prove he wasn’t the same asshole who had tormented her for years?

Then he fucking would.

Jimin stood there, his chest tight, mind spiraling. The further Y/N walked away from him, the more the words rattled in his brain.

You’ve always been mean to me, Jimin.

He clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth might crack.

Fuck.

He had always known he was a bit of an asshole. He liked pushing people, making them squirm, seeing how far he could go before they cracked. But with her?

It was different.

Something about her made him… possessive.

He wasn’t proud of it, but it was true.

Sure, he bullied her, mocked her, made her life hell—because she was fun to mess with. She was soft, sweet, and naive, too easy to rile up. He loved how she’d get flustered, how her cheeks would heat up when he teased her.

But there was always this little something that lingered under the surface. The moments he couldn’t explain away.

Like that time in third year when he saw some idiot bump into her in the hallway and she dropped her books. He’d been about to walk away, but when she bent down to pick them up, the way the guy looked at her—hungrily—made his blood boil.

He remembered stepping in, elbowing the guy aside with a sharp glare, picking up her books for her, all without a second thought.

And there was the time when he noticed her limping after a quidditch match, her ankle twisted. He’d called her a “freaking idiot” but then cursed under his breath and healed her leg, making sure to be extra gentle as his fingers brushed against her skin.

He'd never said anything, but it bugged him. Every time she looked at him, she saw him as a monster, a bully.

But deep down, he always felt this strange protectiveness. Like no one else was allowed to touch her, to hurt her.

Only he was allowed to hurt her.

And now, realizing the weight of those little moments, he felt it, really felt it.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He had been pushing her away, tormenting her for what? For fun?

A sick feeling churned in his stomach. He wasn’t the same person he used to be, but fuck if he wasn’t still a huge part of the problem.

He cursed himself again.

She’d given him the perfect chance to fix this, to make it right, and instead, he’d acted like a goddamn asshole.

He glanced back toward the direction she’d gone, his hands trembling with frustration.

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. No more. He wasn’t going to let her slip away again.

He wasn’t sure what exactly it was yet—whether it was the spell or just how real everything felt now—but he knew this:

He wasn’t done with her. And if he had to destroy his own pride to prove it, then so be it.

CONTINUATION | PART 2

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minxmut-cafe · 8 days ago

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HEXED HEARTS | PART 2

Pairing : Slytherin Jimin x Huffle puff Reader.

Word count : 18k

Authors note : HERE IS THE SECOND PART. This one's juicy and me likey ;).

Warning : smut, fluffy, comfort, penetration, PWP, oral sex, cunnilingus, intercourse. Kissing, making out.

PART 3

Synopsis :

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The next morning, she was grumpy.

Not just because of the lack of sleep—though Merlin knew she’d tossed and turned for hours—but because she couldn’t stop thinking about last night.

More specifically, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The way he had actually apologized. The way he had looked at her—not with his usual teasing glint, but with something softer, something real. The way he had touched her hair before leaving, as if it were natural.

And most of all, the way he had not kissed her.

It was driving her insane.

So when she stomped into the Great Hall for breakfast, hair still slightly messy from sleep, she barely paid attention to where she was going—until she nearly crashed right into him.

Jimin caught her with ease, one hand braced against her shoulder, the other steadying her wrist.

"Whoa there, sweetheart," he murmured, lips quirking. "Missed me already?"

She scowled, shoving his hand off. "Not even remotely."

He just chuckled, looking infuriatingly well-rested. His robes were pristine, his tie slightly loosened, and his hair was swept back in that effortlessly cool way of his.

She hated him.

(And by hate, she meant really, really wanted to shove his stupid, handsome face against a wall and— No. No thinking about that.)

Jimin, of course, seemed fully aware of her flustered state. He leaned down slightly, lowering his voice.

"You look tired," he mused, eyes flickering over her face. "Something keep you up last night?"

Her entire body locked up.

She knew he was baiting her. She knew he was enjoying this. But damn it, her face still burned.

She grit her teeth. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Jimin smirked, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Shame," he murmured, straightening up. "And here I was, hoping you'd be dreaming of me."

She did not squeak.

(Okay, maybe she did, just a little.)

But before she could formulate an actual response—one that preferably did not involve her looking like a flustered mess—Jimin simply patted her head (like she was some kind of child, the nerve!) and strolled off toward the Slytherin table, whistling under his breath.

She stood there, seething.

This was going to be a long day.

She huffed, plopping down at the Hufflepuff table with an indignant pout.

A kiss. A kiss. Even a stupid little peck would’ve done.

After everything that had happened last night, he had the audacity to just walk away. Like it was nothing. Like she was nothing but an afterthought.

Her fingers clenched around her goblet of pumpkin juice.

Maybe it was the charm still messing with her. Maybe it was just Jimin messing with her. But she couldn't shake the feeling of wanting.

And the worst part?

She knew he knew.

The way he smirked, the way he lingered—like he was dangling something just out of reach, just to see if she’d snap.

She stabbed her fork into her pancakes, grumbling under her breath.

Stupid Jimin. Stupid smirks. Stupid lips. Stupid everything.

"You okay?"

She looked up to see one of her friends eyeing her warily.

"Fine," she muttered, shoving a bite of pancake into her mouth.

But across the Great Hall, Jimin caught her gaze just as she looked up.

And then, the absolute menace had the gall to wink.

Her fork clattered against her plate.

She was going to lose her mind.

She barely made it through breakfast without combusting. The nerve of that man. That wink. That stupid smirk. He was doing it on purpose.

And worse—it was working.

By the time she left the Great Hall, her heart was still hammering, her brain a scrambled mess of what ifs and why didn’t he just kiss me?!

And then, as if summoned by her sheer frustration, Jimin appeared beside her in the hallway, all casual confidence and effortless swagger.

“Did you enjoy breakfast, sweetheart?”

She didn’t even look at him. “Die.”

He chuckled, unfazed. “Feisty this morning, aren’t we?”

She snapped.

She turned on him, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. “You’re evil. Evil.”

His brows lifted, amused. “Oh?”

“Yes!” she huffed. “You’re playing with me, and it’s cruel.”

Jimin tilted his head, as if considering. “Cruel?” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Would it be less cruel if I just…”

She froze as his fingers tilted her chin up, his face just inches from hers.

“…kissed you?”

Her breath caught.

Was he serious?

Jimin watched her, waiting. And for once, he wasn’t teasing. His grip was light, his expression unreadable.

Her lips parted slightly, heart pounding.

“…Yes,” she whispered. “It would.”

His thumb brushed against her jaw.

And then—

Nothing.

He pulled back, smirking. “Too bad.”

Her jaw dropped.

Jimin laughed, stepping away, and that was when she realized—he had played her again.

“Oh, you—!!” she fumed, but he was already retreating, hands in his pockets, looking so damn smug she wanted to hex him into next week.

“See you later, sweetheart,” he called over his shoulder.

She screamed internally.

No.

No more of this.

Next time, she was getting that damn kiss. Even if she had to hex it out of him.

The rest of the day was a disaster.

She couldn't focus in class. Every time she tried, her mind would betray her, dragging her back to that moment in the hallway. The way his fingers had tilted her chin. The way his voice had dropped like a secret meant only for her. The way—Merlin, she hated him.

And the worst part?

Jimin was everywhere.

In Potions, he took the seat beside her—despite there being plenty of open spots elsewhere—and spent the entire class looking at her. No words. No teasing. Just watching.

In Charms, he "accidentally" brushed his hand against hers while reaching for the same book.

During lunch, he strolled past the Hufflepuff table, trailing his fingers over the back of her chair as he passed.

And when she finally snapped and glared at him across the hall between classes, he just smirked.

He was taunting her.

And she was losing it.

By dinner, she had had enough.

She stormed up to him outside the Great Hall, grabbing his sleeve before she could chicken out.

Jimin blinked, looking down at her in mild surprise. "Well, hello there."

"Shut up," she hissed, dragging him into an empty corridor.

His brows lifted, but he let her—because of course he did. She was playing right into his hands, wasn't she?

The moment they were alone, she let go, crossing her arms. "Are you serious?"

Jimin leaned against the wall, the very picture of smugness. "About what, sweetheart?"

She hated how easily that pet name made her stomach flip.

"About this," she fumed, gesturing wildly. "You're driving me insane. And for what? For fun?"

Jimin tilted his head, pretending to think. "Maybe."

She nearly screamed.

"You're evil," she accused, poking his chest. "Evil."

His grin widened. "You said that this morning."

"Because it's still true!"

And then, before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed his stupid, smug face—and kissed him.

It was clumsy. Messy. A mix of frustration and desperation.

And he let her.

For exactly three seconds.

Then Jimin flipped them, pressing her against the wall so fast her breath hitched.

His hands pinned hers at her sides, and when he kissed her back, it was decisive. Slow. Deep. Like he had been waiting.

Her knees buckled.

Jimin chuckled against her lips, pulling back just enough to smirk.

“Finally,” he murmured. “I was starting to think I’d have to beg.”

She just gaped at him, completely breathless.

Oh.

Oh, she was so doomed.

She didn't even know how they ended up here.

One moment, she was shoving him, ready to yell at him for being the worst, and the next—

Her back hit the shelves of a very cramped storage room, hands tangled in his uniform as he devoured her.

It was dizzying, the way he kissed—like he was making up for lost time. His lips moved against hers with slow, infuriating precision, coaxing her into parting for him, melting for him.

"Jimin—" she whimpered, but the sound barely made it out before he swallowed it whole, pressing closer until she felt the solid weight of him against her.

Her knees shook.

He chuckled—cocky—but the sound was rough, like even he wasn't as in control as he wanted to be. "Look at you," he murmured, lips trailing lower, brushing over her jaw, her throat. "So sweet for me."

She wasn't sweet. She was furious.

Or at least—she had been. But now?

Now, she was trembling under his touch, gripping his robes like he might disappear if she let go.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" Jimin purred, nipping at the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.

Her breath hitched.

He laughed. "You should’ve just asked, sweetheart."

She should have slapped him.

Instead, she gasped as he hoisted her up onto an old wooden table, slipping between her legs like he belonged there.

Her head spun.

He did belong there.

And that was the problem.

Because Jimin had always driven her insane. Had always teased her, tormented her, owned her reactions without even trying.

And now?

Now, he was looking at her like he might ruin her.

And worse—she wanted him to.

She was supposed to wait.

To ride the charm out.

But it was hard— so fuckin' hard

Why?

Because she wanted to ride him instead.

Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might leap out of her chest.

Jimin’s fingers traced slow, agonizing patterns along her thighs, his touch featherlight, teasing. Unfair.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “All flushed, trembling—” He grinned, tilting her chin up. “Still gonna pretend you don’t want this?”

She didn’t want this.

Or—she shouldn’t want this.

She should be pushing him away, telling him off, reminding herself that this was Jimin. Jimin, who had spent years making her life hell.

But then he squeezed her thighs, inching them apart, and she let out a soft, pitiful sound that made his smirk sharpen.

“Cute,” he cooed, almost mockingly. “You’re not even trying to resist, are you?”

Her face burned.

She should resist. But—

His hands slid higher, gripping her waist, pressing her flush against him, and suddenly, she couldn’t think at all.

Jimin leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “I can feel you shaking,” he whispered. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?”

She was.

And he loved it.

He nipped at her neck, soothing the bite with his tongue, and she whimpered, clutching his shoulders.

“J-Jimin—”

“Mmm?”

He didn’t stop. If anything, he got bolder, tilting her head back, tracing the column of her throat with his lips, his teeth, his tongue—ruining her.

And the worst part?

She was letting him.

No—she was encouraging him.

Clinging to him.

Arching into him.

Wanting more.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groaned, the sound sending a shockwave through her body.

Merlin, what was she doing?

And why did it feel so good?

Jimin felt her hesitation. The way she shivered in his grip, torn between wanting to push him away and pull him closer.

It made something dark and possessive coil inside him.

He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the corner of her lips. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, voice rough. “And I will.”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

She should say it.

Tell him to stop. Push him away. Run.

But—

Her fingers curled tighter into his robes.

And Jimin knew.

He smirked, lips brushing against hers. “That’s what I thought.”

Her breath hitched, and he devoured it, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was nothing short of starving.

She gasped into it, nails digging into his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, tilting her back against the table.

“Jimin—”

He hummed against her lips, hands everywhere—gripping her waist, squeezing her thighs, pulling her against him until there wasn’t an inch of space left between them.

It was too much.

It was not enough.

Her mind swam, overwhelmed by his scent, his heat, the way he kissed—like he wanted to own her. Consume her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, instinctively pulling him closer.

Jimin groaned, head dropping to her shoulder. “Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

She was trembling now.

Not just from the spell.

Not just from the heat pooling in her stomach.

But from the way he looked at her.

Like she was something he wanted to keep.

Something that belonged to him.

And the most terrifying part?

For the first time, she wasn’t sure if she minded.

Jimin barely gave her time to catch her breath before he was grabbing her wrist, dragging her through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts.

“Jimin—” she hissed, stumbling as he pulled her along. “Where are we—?”

“My room,” he muttered, barely sparing her a glance.

Her heart stopped.

“What?”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t slow down.

Didn’t even hesitate.

Because now that he had her, now that he had felt her—soft, warm, willing—there was no chance in hell he was letting her go.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as he led her through the castle, taking turns she barely recognized—shortcuts she’d never known existed.

How many times had he done this?

And why did the thought of that make her stomach twist?

By the time they reached the entrance to the Slytherin dorms, she was dizzy—half from the speed, half from the way he was looking at her.

Dark. Hooded. Hungry.

“Jimin, we—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, pressing a finger to her lips as the door swung open. “Be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?”

She swallowed hard.

He was insane.

This was insane.

They weren’t supposed to be here.

She wasn’t supposed to be here.

And yet—

She didn’t stop him.

Didn’t fight him when he pulled her inside.

Didn’t protest when he kicked the door shut behind them, locking them in his room—alone.

The moment the latch clicked, he turned to her, eyes dark and unreadable.

And her stomach flipped.

“Jimin—”

“Come here,” he murmured, voice like velvet, coaxing, commanding.

And Merlin help her—she listened.

Jimin barely gave her time to catch her breath before he was grabbing her wrist, dragging her through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts.

“Jimin—” she hissed, stumbling as he pulled her along. “Where are we—?”

“My room,” he muttered, barely sparing her a glance.

Her heart stopped.

“What?”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t slow down.

Didn’t even hesitate.

Because now that he had her, now that he had felt her—soft, warm, willing—there was no chance in hell he was letting her go.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as he led her through the castle, taking turns she barely recognized—shortcuts she’d never known existed.

How many times had he done this?

And why did the thought of that make her stomach twist?

By the time they reached the entrance to the Slytherin dorms, she was dizzy—half from the speed, half from the way he was looking at her.

Dark. Hooded. Hungry.

“Jimin, we—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, pressing a finger to her lips as the door swung open. “Be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?”

She swallowed hard.

He was insane.

This was insane.

They weren’t supposed to be here.

She wasn’t supposed to be here.

And yet—

She didn’t stop him.

Didn’t fight him when he pulled her inside.

Didn’t protest when he kicked the door shut behind them, locking them in his room—alone.

The moment the latch clicked, he turned to her, eyes dark and unreadable.

And her stomach flipped.

“Jimin—”

“Come here,” he murmured, voice like velvet, coaxing, commanding.

And Merlin help her—she listened.

She took a hesitant step forward, heart hammering against her ribs.

Jimin’s gaze devoured her, tracking every movement, every shaky breath, every flush of color in her cheeks.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Her knees nearly buckled.

Something about the way he said it—low and teasing, like he was testing her—sent a sharp shiver down her spine.

She should be running.

Should be pushing him away.

But instead, she was inching closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

Jimin smirked, like he could see her thoughts. “Are you nervous?”

She swallowed. Nodded.

“Cute.”

Her face burned.

He stepped forward, closing the space between them in a heartbeat. His hand came up, fingers brushing against her jaw, tilting her head back ever so slightly.

Their noses brushed.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“You want me to stop?” he murmured.

Her lips parted.

She should say yes.

She should.

But—

“…No.”

Jimin’s smirk vanished.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

Didn’t even breathe.

Then—

“Good.”

And he kissed her.

It was nothing like before.

No teasing, no smirks, no taunting lilt in his voice.

Just heat. Desperation. Need.

His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, pressing her so close she could feel the steady, insistent thrum of his heartbeat against her own.

She melted into him, clutching at his robes, her head spinning.

Jimin groaned, tilting her back against the door, his lips trailing down her jaw, her throat, his teeth scraping against sensitive skin.

She whimpered.

That was all it took for him to lose it.

In one swift motion, he lifted her up, hands gripping her thighs as he carried her across the room, dropping her onto his bed.

Her breath caught.

He loomed over her, eyes dark, chest heaving.

“You sure about this?” he murmured, voice low and rough.

She hesitated.

Not because she didn’t want him.

But because—

“Will you still be nice to me after?” she whispered.

Jimin froze.

For a moment, something flickered across his face. Something unreadable.

Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Dumb girl,” he muttered. “I’m already too nice to you.”

And before she could question what that meant—

He ruined her.

She barely had time to process before she felt the cool leather of his belt wrapping around her wrists, securing them firmly to the headboard.

Her breath hitched.

“Jimin—”

“Shhh.” His fingers grazed her pulse, feeling how fast it was racing. He smirked. “Relax, sweetheart. You trust me, don’t you?”

Her stomach flipped.

Did she?

She shouldn’t.

He’d been nothing but cruel to her, teasing and tormenting her since day one. But then he protected her. He stayed close. He saw her bruises and took care of it.

And now…

Now he had her completely at his mercy.

Her lips parted, a protest forming on her tongue—but all that came out was a soft, shaky whimper.

Jimin chuckled, dark and amused. “Cute.”

She tugged against the restraint, testing it. Tightly secured. Her hands were trapped above her head, the scent of leather surrounding her, his scent surrounding her.

Panic and something far more dangerous coiled in her stomach.

“You wanted a kiss before,” Jimin murmured, brushing his nose along her jaw. “How about a few more?”

She gasped when his lips latched onto her throat, sucking slow, deliberate bruises into her skin, claiming her in ways she barely understood.

She was losing her mind.

And Jimin knew it.

“Look at you,” he murmured against her skin. “All tied up and helpless.” He licked over the fresh mark, lips trailing down. “Sweet little Hufflepuff. Do you still think I’m mean?”

Her breath hitched.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Jimin laughed.

Low. Rough. Dark.

“Good,” he murmured.

And then he devoured her.

Jimin took his time with her.

Kissing her everywhere—her cheeks, her throat, her collarbone—murmuring sweet, taunting little things against her skin.

“You’re trembling, sweetheart,” he mused, brushing his lips along her jaw. “Are you that desperate already?”

She whined, tugging helplessly against the belt restraining her wrists.

Jimin smirked, satisfied.

His hand trailed lower, fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin of her thighs before—

“Oh—”

Her head snapped back against the pillows, a high-pitched sob catching in her throat as his fingers slid inside her, slow and deep.

Jimin groaned, feeling just how warm, how tight, how completely ruined she already was.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, drinking in her dazed, wrecked expression. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Feels good, huh?”

She could only nod, gasping, her body trembling as he curled his fingers inside her, pressing against that perfect spot over and over and over—

Her thighs shook. Her toes curled.

“Jimin—Jimin, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he cooed, biting back a smirk. “Come on, sweetheart. Take it. You’re doing so good for me.”

She sobbed, hips rocking helplessly against his hand, chasing something she didn’t even know how to name.

Jimin groaned, watching her come apart, eyes dark and hungry.

“My pretty little Hufflepuff,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Then—

“Now let’s see how much more you can take.”

She barely had time to catch her breath before Jimin was moving.

Swift. Decisive.

She blinked, dazed, watching as he reached down, fingers curling around the waistband of her soaked panties—

“Wha—Jimin, wait—”

But he yanked them down, slow and deliberate, letting the cool air hit her over-sensitive skin.

She gasped, flinching.

Jimin smirked. “So sensitive,” he murmured, amused. Then, before she could even think of protesting—

He balled up the damp fabric and stuffed it into her mouth.

Her eyes flew wide.

The muffled sound of her shock only made Jimin’s smirk grow.

“Shhh,” he cooed, pressing a finger to his lips. “You wouldn’t want to get caught, would you?”

Her whole body burned—embarrassment, frustration, arousal.

She shook her head, whining softly.

Jimin’s gaze darkened.

“Good girl.”

And then—

He dove between her thighs.

She screamed, back arching off the mattress, the sound muffled by the panties in her mouth.

Jimin groaned against her, tongue licking into her like he was starving. Like she was his last meal.

She sobbed, thighs trembling as he devoured her, dragging her deeper and deeper into a haze of heat, need, and helpless pleasure.

Her fingers curled into fists, pulling at the restraints—helpless.

Jimin ate it up.

“You taste so sweet, baby,” he groaned, voice muffled against her. “So fucking sweet.”

She could only whimper, teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

Jimin felt her thighs start to tense, the trembling getting worse, and—

He sucked on her sensitive bud, fingers digging into her hips, pinning her down—

And she broke.

Blissed-out sobs muffled by the fabric in her mouth, her whole body shaking as pleasure crashed over her, wave after wave after wave.

Jimin didn’t stop. Not until she was twitching, overstimulated, and completely wrecked beneath him.

Only then did he pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at her with a smirk.

“My dumb little Hufflepuff,” he murmured, fingers brushing over her trembling thighs.

Then, reaching up—

He pulled the soaked fabric from her mouth, tossing it aside.

She gasped for air, dazed and ruined, eyes glassy as they met his.

Jimin smirked.

“Ready for more?”

Her whole body shuddered as Jimin finally, finally pressed against her entrance.

Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as he teased her—dragging his tip along her soaked folds, coating himself in her arousal but refusing to push in just yet.

“Jimin,” she whimpered, writhing beneath him, wrists still tied to the headboard, leaving her completely at his mercy.

He hummed, watching her squirm. “What is it, sweetheart?”

She pouted, tugging at her restraints. “Please—”

“Please, what?” His voice was maddeningly calm, his smirk downright wicked.

Her cheeks burned. She knew what he wanted.

“Please…” she bit her lip, looking away, voice barely above a whisper. “Need you…”

Jimin groaned, low and deep, something dark flashing in his eyes.

And then—

He snapped his hips forward.

Her eyes flew open—then immediately rolled back, her mouth falling open in a soundless moan.

Oh, fuck.

She swore she saw Merlin himself in that moment, her whole body going rigid as Jimin sank into her inch by torturous inch, stretching her in ways she never even imagined.

Jimin let out a guttural groan, head dropping against her shoulder as he bottomed out, feeling her squeeze around him like a damn vice.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed, hands gripping her hips, fighting the urge to ruin her then and there.

She was shaking, toes curling, wrists tugging at the belt, completely overwhelmed.

Jimin pressed a kiss to her jaw, his voice a rough whisper—

“Breathe, baby.”

She gasped, chest rising and falling, eyes fluttering open to meet his.

Jimin smirked.

“There you go,” he murmured, rolling his hips just the slightest bit—testing. Teasing.

She whimpered, legs trembling.

Jimin groaned, his restraint snapping as he gripped her thighs, spreading her wide—

“Now,” he growled, voice dripping with sin. “Let’s see if I can fuck you dumb enough to forget about that damn charm.”

Jimin ruined her.

Utterly. Completely.

Every sharp thrust, every roll of his hips sent her spiraling deeper into a mind-numbing haze. Her moans turned to whimpers, then to broken sobs, then—

Nothing.

Just a dazed, helpless little thing beneath him, eyes unfocused, mouth hanging open—no words, no thoughts, just wrecked.

Jimin loved it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Where’d that pretty little voice go, sweetheart?”

She blinked up at him, dazed and trembling, lips moving—but no sound came out.

Jimin smirked.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, dark amusement lacing his tone. “Did I fuck you stupid?”

A choked sob was all she managed, tears clinging to her lashes.

He chuckled, absolutely thrilled.

“Well, I did say I’d fuck that charm out of you,” he murmured, leaning in to nip at her ear. “Looks like I fucked your brain out, too.”

Her entire body shuddered, arms trembling where they were still bound to the headboard, too weak to even tug at them anymore.

Jimin groaned at the sight. Possessed by it.

He wasn’t done. Not even close.

So he gripped her hips, planted his feet, and—

He pounded into her.

Relentless. Unforgiving.

Her back arched off the bed, lips forming a silent scream, completely lost in the pleasure, unable to do anything but take it.

Jimin growled, his hand snaking between them to rub at her overstimulated bud—

And she broke.

A sharp, soundless cry left her lips as her body convulsed, waves of white-hot pleasure crashing over her so violently that her mind completely blanked.

Jimin cursed, thrusts turning sloppy as he followed right after, spilling inside her with a deep, satisfied groan.

Silence followed.

Just heavy breathing, tangled limbs, sweat-dampened sheets.

Jimin pressed a lazy kiss to her forehead, smirking against her skin.

“You good, baby?”

Nothing.

He pulled back—

Only to find her still staring at the ceiling, completely out of it.

Jimin chuckled, utterly smug.

Jimin ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, chest still heaving as he looked down at her.

She was gone. Completely wrecked.

Her lips were parted, breath coming in soft little pants, eyes glassy and unfocused. She looked like she didn’t even know where she was anymore.

Jimin smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Hey, baby,” he murmured. “Still with me?”

Nothing.

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Damn, I really did a number on you, huh?”

Still, no response. Just the soft rise and fall of her chest, her body limp and boneless beneath him.

He shifted, gently untying her wrists from the headboard, rubbing soothing circles into the red marks his belt had left behind. She let out the faintest whimper but didn’t move, just blinking slowly like her brain was trying—and failing—to catch up.

Jimin found it adorable

But then, his amusement turned to concern.

She hadn’t spoken in—Merlin, how long had it been?

He cupped her cheek, tilting her face toward him. “Baby,” he tried again, softer this time. “Say something.”

She blinked. Opened her mouth—

And nothing came out.

Jimin’s stomach dropped.

His smirk vanished. “Wait.” He leaned in, studying her dazed expression. “You can still talk, right?”

She swallowed, furrowed her brows like she was concentrating—

And then let out the most pathetic, breathy little sound.

Jimin’s dick twitched. Oh, fuck.

She looked absolutely fragile, all flushed and teary-eyed and so thoroughly fucked out that she forgot how to speak.

His mind raced. Should he be worried? Should he apologize? Should he—

She suddenly pouted, eyes wet with frustration.

Jimin groaned, half in amusement, half in actual agony.

“Baby,” he rasped, brushing his thumb over her swollen bottom lip. “Don’t look at me like that.”

She whimpered.

Jimin swore under his breath, pressing his forehead to hers, trying to breathe. “Fuck. You are so cute. This is actually dangerous.”

She buried her face in his chest with a huff, frustrated at herself for being this far gone.

Jimin just laughed, stroking her hair.

“Alright, princess,” he mused, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Looks like I fucked you speechless. Let’s get you cleaned up before I make it worse.”

Jimin sighed, shaking his head as he grabbed his wand and summoned a warm, damp towel.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered, gently parting her trembling thighs.

She let out a soft, breathy whimper as he carefully wiped her down, her oversensitive body twitching with every stroke.

“Shhh,” he soothed, pressing a lingering kiss to her knee. “I know, baby. I got you.”

She made a small, pitiful sound and covered her face with her hands, clearly still too out of it to function properly.

Jimin grinned.

Merlin, he loved this.

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