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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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ahhhhhh pls BEAUTIFUL is so kind 🙈 and so happy you found this one comforting, i really was going for..... cozy cockwarming, if such a thing exists 🤣 thank you so much for reading!! 💜

omg I love everything you write !!! sub jimin that talks a big game when he’s in the streets but when you’re alone let’s you use him however you want and for however long as you want 😭🫠

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I AM SUPER INTO COCKWARMING RN 😤😤😤 this is far from perfect but i hope you will enjoy regardless 🥺

still taking freaky deaky reqs if you've got something you wanna see!!

pairing: jimin x reader wordcount: 1.8k don't ask me idk what happened contains: idol-verse ig, established relationship, cockwarminggggg, lots of orgasm delay, dom!reader & sub!jimin, subspace, jimin takes a phone call while she sits on his dick 🥴, finger sucking, degradation if you REALLY squint, an In the Seom plug that tbh i should be getting paid for lmao, and some cute lil aftercare 🥰🥰🥰

“Babe, I can’t get this level. Can you try?”

It’s been– you glance at the time and are surprised to see, nearly an hour now– that you’ve spent sitting on your boyfriend’s cock while you play In the Seom.

You love using him like this, keeping yourself nice and full for as long as you want while you watch TV, or read, or even just scroll through your phone. And lately, it’s been while you play this stupidly addicting mobile game, at least until you run out of hearts.

You don’t ride. You don’t grind. You just enjoy the feeling of him snug inside your walls, keeping you stretched open.

It’s not torture. You know Jimin loves it too, you’ve talked about it dozens of times at this point. He loves the inherent validation he feels, the worthiness of being useful to you. He loves the physical intimacy of being as close to you as humanly possible. And he loves the way the gentle submission scratches his brain, encouraging him to let go of all the things he has to worry about and just… float off for a bit.

He usually softens inside you after a while, the comfortable closeness turning non-sexual until you decide to work him up again. But today you don’t have to do anything at all. He’s been rock hard the whole time, still is.

So today, it might be torture, a little bit. The good kind.

Jimin’s head is tipped back against the couch, his breathing gone so slow that for a second you think he might’ve fallen asleep– it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. But he gently comes to, blinking slowly, eyes rolling around enough to make you realize you’ve probably dragged him halfway out of subspace.

“Please, baby?” You ask softly, and he raises a hand for you to drop your phone into.

“I hate these stupid coconuts,” he murmurs as he taps at the screen. You tilt forward to lean against him and your cheek presses into the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. Jimin exhales the quietest little grunt at the brush of movement, so subtle that anyone who isn’t as attuned to him as you are would miss it entirely.

You can feel his heart beating in his chest as you nuzzle into him with a contented sigh.

You’re in such a mutually heightened state of awareness, picking up on every little detail of touch, contact, sensation, that you both nearly jump out of your skin when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket.

He doesn’t move to get it at first, still frowning down at the impossible level on your phone screen, and you sit upright again.

“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Answer your phone, babe.” You take yours back from him– he lets go of it without a fight– and resolve to try the level one more time.

Jimin has to tilt his hips to dig into his pocket, and you watch his brows pinch together as he moves with you on top of him, hear the gasp of a moan he lets out at the smallest taste of friction as he shifts inside of you.

He settles, phone in hand, and glances at the screen. “It’s Namjoon,” he says, looking back up at you, full lips parted slightly to allow for shallow breathing.

“Don’t be rude,” you say firmly.

When he obediently presses the button to answer the call, you have to bite back a smile, setting your own phone down on the couch to fully zone in on your beautifully submissive boyfriend.

“Hi hyung,” Jimin starts, and Namjoon must immediately cut him off. “Hmm? What happened?”

You know Joon can ramble, and from the tinny sounds you can hear leaking out of the phone speaker, it sounds like he’s launching into some convoluted story. You figure you have a minute.

Jimin is so good, so willing, that when you press two fingers to his plush bottom lip, there isn’t even a millisecond where he fights or questions you. He just submits, opening up to suck the digits into his warm, wet mouth.

“So fucking perfect,” you murmur, doing your best to keep your voice soft enough that it won’t carry over the phone. He sucks diligently, even going so far as to hum around your fingers along with Namjoon’s story, to indicate he’s still listening even as his eyes drop closed again.

When they snap back open– he must’ve just been asked a question– you relent with a pleased smile, withdrawing your fingers so he can speak.

“Wait, so when do you need me to come back in to re-record?” There’s a look of intense concentration on his face as he attempts to process Namjoon’s response, clearly fighting to stay present in the moment and not slip back off into bliss.

With a soft sigh, you bring the fingers that he soaked so well to rest between your legs, and you start to trace slow, lazy circles around your clit.

The muscles in Jimin’s thighs clench beneath you, you can feel it, but he betrays no change in expression otherwise. You bring your free hand to his leg to gently massage the smooth skin there, encouraging release.

“Relax,” you mouth, and he nods, phone still pressed tight to his ear.

You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the pretty tones of your boyfriend’s voice as he works out scheduling logistics with his hyung while you continue to gently trace patterns over yourself. Heat starts to pool in your belly as you slowly increase the speed of your movements, and now you’re craving friction, too. But it feels so good to force yourself to wait, let yourself want, just a little bit longer. Patience is a virtue.

“Yeah, she’s here now.”

Your mind swims back to the present moment at Jimin’s words. He’s dropped his head down against the couch, eyes closed, and you see him chuckle at whatever Namjoon says like he’s mildly embarrassed. “Yeah, something like that. I gotta go, hyung. Okay, bye.”

He hangs up, lust-heavy eyelids lifting to meet your gaze, and you tilt your head to the side to indicate curiosity. “Was that about me?”

“Just at the end,” he says shyly, and you can already start to guess.

You squeeze your walls gently around his cock, for just a second, and watch with pleasure as your boyfriend’s eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck, baby.”

“What did Namjoon say?” You ask innocently. You squeeze again, enjoying the strangled whine you earn from Jimin, the way his fingers reflexively scramble to drag over the couch cushions as you envelop him in a tight pulse.

You know Joon is a freak. You have an idea of what it could be.

“He just– ngh, fuuuck–” you rudely interrupt him yet again, baring down for several seconds before you back off this time. You can feel his dick twitch as you release. Your hand is still circling your clit, and the steady pace mixed with the gorgeous sounds you’re working out of Jimin is enough to already have you close to the edge.

“He what?”

Jimin is panting now; your walls are slowly starting to grip around him as you bring yourself that much closer to coming. “He asked if I was about to give it to you.”

Your free hand moves to trace his jaw, and he instinctively tilts his head up to meet your touch. “He doesn’t know, does he?”

Jimin’s pupils are blown with lust as he shakes his head.

“Is that the truth?” You run your thumb lazily over his bottom lip. “You let your hyungs think that you wreck me, dominate me?”

Your legs are starting to shake now at the built-up pressure in your core. You’re actively holding off an orgasm, using every ounce of willpower you have. Just a little longer.

“They have no idea,” you murmur, giving a soft hum of disbelief. “No idea that you’re mine; my sextoy to use as I want, whenever I want, for as long as I want. My human furniture, who loves it when I sit on him.” Jimin is already nodding against your hand even though you haven’t asked a question of him, as if to agree, yes, he is, yes, he does.

“Our little secret. And you’re so good at it,” you purr. “So good for me.” Your voice shakes slightly; your composure is starting to falter from the effort it’s now taking to keep yourself from coming, the way you’re forcing yourself to hover right on the verge and squeezing tight around Jimin’s cock in the process.

“Are you gonna be good and come with me?” You lean forward to whisper the question in Jimin’s ear.

“Yes, fuck–” he groans, back arching at the very thought of pleasure after so much delay. “Want to come so bad, please, please.”

You move your hand just a little bit faster, in the perfect spot to finally send you over the edge.

“Then come.” You just barely manage to get the words out before your orgasm hits you full-force, and you tilt your head back as you cry out and bare all the way down on Jimin’s cock.

You open your eyes to watch him as your cunt pulses over and over and over; these drawn-out, long-denied orgasms are insane, sometimes it feels like they last for minutes, and you can already see that Jimin is no match for the way your tight, wet heat is throbbing endlessly around him.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, convulsing against the couch and starting to moan loudly. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming, yes, I’m–” As the words fall from his mouth and you feel his cock start to twitch, you roll your hips in one fluid arc, and the final gratification of friction right at his peak is enough to send him over the edge.

He comes with a sound that’s more like a scream.

The last of your own orgasm subsiding, you drop your head onto Jimin’s shoulder as you feel his cum spill out into you, thick and hot, filling you with everything you’ve worked up over the last hour.

As his moans trickle off into soft whines and whimpers, Jimin wordlessly brings his arms to wrap around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, to pull you impossibly closer. He’s starting to shiver a little, a normal physical reaction for him after one of your sessions, especially one this intense.

You lean over to grab the folded blanket off the back of the couch, shaking it out to wrap around the both of you. “Hey, you’re okay,” you murmur softly, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks and forehead, bringing your hands to rub over his upper arms. “You did so good. My perfect little sub.”

Jimin can sometimes go non-verbal, or at least very quiet post-orgasm, but he seems to bounce back particularly quickly tonight. He squints a smile up at you, eyes turning into half-moons as he nestles down into the blanket.

“Can I see your phone?”

The question surprises you enough that you laugh a little. “Why?”

“I want to show those coconuts who’s boss.”

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kookieswan · 2 years ago

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Tell Mindy that I cried for her at 2AM - 3AM. I'm sad that she's gone and I miss her here but happy for her going for what she wants and wanted the best of the bestest for her. I know you, me and others who really want her dreams to reach higher to the universe, infinity happiness and good healthy.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

I’ll post this here so maybe the next time she’s around she’ll see it. Otherwise I’ll let her know whenever I get a chance to talk to her ♥️

#parkdatjimin #🥹🥹🥹

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pamzn · 2 years ago

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You know what? Imma give you a fighting chance cuz you so cute with those lil cheeks

But first

get this hair out of your way so you can kiss my face properly

When you're done let me know and I'll actually get started ��

This means war

Warming up

To fight your love

Darling…

#how to tame a brat 101 #use bias #attack with bias #don’t let them breathe #mindy my crush💘#parkdatjimin

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bangtanintotheroom · 2 years ago

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Okay I'm sorry! Let me just get that out of your way and-- whoops! I dropped something else 👀

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRnVFj39/

YOU ARE SO MESSY AND I HATE HAVING TO CLEAN UP AFTER YOU *sobs*

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRnVFj39/

#asks #here she goes again #you’re lucky I’m off tomorrow l #mindyyy 💖#parkdatjimin #my lovely moots

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minisugakoobies · 2 years ago

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Sorry, Mindy, I couldn’t help myself! Those lives were unreal and I just needed to capture those soft sweet vibes! Because we all need comfort sometimes (though I’m sorry if this one turned you into a puddle!) Thank you 💕

Timezones | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: a little angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, Non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of illness (not specified), mentions of ill parent, a very soft Jungkook and reader dealing with sudden long distance, special guest appearance by Bam, yes there is a noraebang and fried chicken because last week's lives honestly felt like something a fanfic writer wrote, sorry if this makes you sad but I needed to write it

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: Obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Only thing that keeps us apart / Is a different timezone

A/N: I'm never getting over Jungkook's lives from last week. The absolute boyfriend vibes, combined with me listening to "Timezones" by Måneskin today, led me to write this. Thank you @sugalaritae for lending me your talented eyes!

I didn't specify what country reader is meant to be from, just that their family at one point while they were a child lived several time zones from where they lives now, long enough for them to think of it as their childhood home.

There are some things going on in my life that have inspired some of the plot, so… I hope when the time comes that you have to deal with such things, you have someone like Jungkook here to support you. It makes all the difference in the world. 💕

The notification comes in at a little past noon. You stare at it for a second before tapping the screen. A familiar pair of brown eyes come into frame, blinking slowly beneath a cloud of dark fluffy hair.

"Koo? Why are you awake?"

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grins, deflecting your question with the sweetness of his smile. His head rests on his tattooed forearm as he gazes at you. "Miss you."

The words make you sigh, releasing a tension you didn't even realize you were holding. Carrying your phone into your bedroom, you sink down onto the mattress of your childhood bed. "I miss you, too."

It's been over a week since you said goodbye at the airport. Eight days, six hours, and thirteen minutes, to be precise. Every tick of the clock sends that number higher and higher.

"I was just thinking about you. Wanted to check in. How're you feeling?"

You shrug, burrowing deeper into the pillows. "I'm okay. Woke up late. Just killing some time before the appointment this afternoon."

He hums, nodding. Your boyfriend opens his mouth and then closes it again. You know what he wants to say, but he doesn't need to. You know he'd be here with you if he could.

This trip came up unexpectedly. But that's how it always goes when a parent gets sick. Everything's fine until it's not. It was easy enough for you to drop everything and fly halfway around the world, but Jungkook's just starting his career now, after a long period of false starts and dead ends. He didn't have the time banked and you weren't about to ask him to give up his job to come home with you.

Home. There's that word again. It's disorienting, being back in the place where you grew up, and feeling like you're somewhere new. So little has changed here, yet it feels completely unfamiliar. Home is now several time zones away.

Home is where he is.

Jungkook's voice pulls you back to the tiny device in your hand. "What time is it there?"

"Just past noon." You don't ask him what time it is, fully aware that it's the middle of the night there. "Why are you still up?"

"Eh, got home a while ago from drinks with Jin-hyung and was hungry, so I got fried chicken. Now I'm too full to sleep."

You give him a look. "How many times do I have to tell you, you can put some of that in the fridge? You don't need to eat it all in one sitting!"

Jungkook scrunches his nose in delight at your reaction. "I know I don't need to. I want to."

You just roll your eyes in defeat. It's not a new topic of discussion. Your boyfriend has a big appetite.

There's a gentle clicking sound from offscreen, nails tapping on hardwood, and then a big brown nose pops into frame as Bam puts his head on his dad's arm, wanting to know what he's looking at. Bam's technically your dog, too, since the two of you adopted him when you'd moved in together three months ago, but you're not a fool. He's Jungkook's baby.

"Bammy!" you coo, and Jungkook tilts the phone so Bam can see your face. His tail whips Jungkook's side in his frenzy. "Hi Bammy, I miss you!"

"Bam's been such a good boy, keeping me company while you're gone, haven't you?"

Jungkook buries his nose in Bam's face while planting kisses on the dog's snout, and you laugh when he sniffs the dog. Someone else might find it weird, but you're used to his sensitive nose. He's always sliding up behind you in the kitchen or bathroom and pressing his face against the back of your neck to inhale deeply. You stopped wearing perfume at his request, when he told you how much he loves your natural scent.

Right now, you'd give anything to feel his arms around you and hear that little snff snff up close. Your sigh is a little louder than you intend, because it draws Jungkook's focus away from his dog.

"You okay, baby?"

"I am. Really. I should… I should probably eat something." Food always helps. It's one of the things your father taught you. "Keep me company while I make lunch?"

Jungkook grins again, twirling something in his hand. "How about I do you one better?" he asks, and you realize he's holding his karaoke mic, and likely has been this whole time, just waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it. "Any requests?"

As you warm up your leftover takeout, Jungkook serenades you with a selection of your favorite songs. He incorporates little bits of choreo in some of the performances, like the risqué moves he does while crooning "Unholy" that make you choke on your rice. As always, his sweet tenor makes your heart flutter while he effortlessly riffs his way through a private little noraebang, just for you.

When your lunch is done, you sit in your father's old armchair, tucking your legs up on the sagging cushion. Jungkook's eyes are closed as he sings, and you know he's lost in the music. It's one of the things you love most about him, the way he gives his all to whatever he's doing. No matter what it is, he's always committed. Devoted.

You're so lucky to have him.

"Koo," you finally say when he pauses to pour himself a beer. "Baby. It's so late there. As much as I'm loving this concert, you should get some sleep." As a graphic designer, he works from home, so he doesn't have to wake early for a commute, but he's still human. He still needs sleep.

He fiddles with his frosted mug, pushing it back and forth on the table by where his phone is propped. "I know. I just… I don't like sleeping in our bed without you. It doesn't feel right." He frowns, dark brows knitting together in a look of anguish. "It doesn't feel like home when you're not here."

The last bit of tightness in your muscles dissipates as you melt at the heartache in his voice. "Oh, babe, I wish I could be home with you right now. Take you to bed, wrap my arms around you, and cuddle you to sleep."

"I wish you were here, too." The stars in his eyes seem dimmed by the sadness that hangs there. "And I'm - I'm sorry that I couldn't be ther-"

"I know, babe. I know." He falls silent at your gentle interruption. You've never hated the miles between you more than this very moment, wishing you could hold him close. Knowing he feels the same. "But this, you calling me like this to check in on me, singing to me - this means so much."

"Be better if I could hold you."

"Mmm. True." You smile playfully, chest warming when he smiles back just a little. "But don't worry. Even though you're there and I'm here, I still - I still feel your love." Of the two of you, he's the crier. But you find yourself swallowing thickly around your words. "So thank you."

Jungkook nods, letting his chin fall to his forearm again. "I'm always here, baby, any time you need some love. Time zones can't keep us apart."

"I know." You mirror Jungkook's position, watching his eyelashes flutter as exhaustion finally seems to hit him. "I love you, Koo."

"Love you too. Let me know how the appointment goes."

He yawns, and in the corner of the screen you see Bam curling up next to him on the couch. As soon as you end the call, you know they're going to fall asleep right there together.

"I will. Go get some sleep, babe."

He murmurs something that sounds like a very sleepy goodnight, and then the call disconnects. The screen fades to black, but in your mind you still see his soft smile.

Stretching, you peel yourself out of your father's chair. The appointment you have today is the one you've been dreading, but you'll be okay. In just a few more days, you'll be back home.

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minisugakoobies · 2 years ago

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Day 2 ❄️ MYG

Kinks: restrained, gift wrapping

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: holiday, smut, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, use of restraints (silk scarves), teasing, use of sex toys, edging/orgasm denial, anal sex (m receiving), coming untouched, preestablished kinks and boundaries, use of traffic light system, whiny Yoongi, bratty Yoongi too honestly, implied oral sex (gn reader receiving)

Word Count: 500

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Gift wrapping with your boyfriend goes a little awry

A/N: I don't write nearly enough whiny Yoongi. 🥴

I originally intended for these Kinkmas fics to be drabbles. Some of them got away from me. Not this one, though! 500 words on the dot! Just a little taste. 😉

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 1 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 3

It starts, as these things usually do, with Yoongi.

You’re on the floor, wrapping gifts, while Yoongi lounges on the couch. Like always, his hands keep trailing over your shoulders, down your back, anywhere he can touch without getting up.

“Come sit with me,” he pleads. You kiss him, but shake your head.

“Gotta finish wrapping first.” As usual, you’ve waited until the night before, and now you’re suffering.

So he steals your tape. You snatch it back. Then he takes your scissors. When he reaches for your ribbon, you shoot him a look.

“Yoongi, stop, I need to finish! Quit taking my shit, or I’ll, uh-”

“You’ll what?” Yoongi tongues his cheek, eyeing the dispenser. “Tape my hands together?”

“Ha! Being bound isn’t exactly a punishment for you, babe.”

Yoongi smirks. “That’s true, love. So… how would you punish me, then?”

Twenty minutes later, his smirk is gone, as he lies on his back, panting wildly, cock hard and flushed between his legs.

You drag his favorite dildo back towards his rim, slowly tracing there. He whines, trying to move his hips enough so it’ll slip inside, but he can’t slide any further down the bed thanks to the scarves binding him to the bedposts.

Twice now, you’ve brought him to the brink of climax, only to stop each time. After a quick check on his color (“Green, love, so fucking green”), you insert the tip of the toy, fucking him shallowly.

“Ahhhh,” he moans, head lifting to watch you. “Love, please.”

You know that whine. He’s close to coming undone.

“You need something, babe?” Grinning wickedly, you rake your nails down his thigh, loving how he squirms at the sensation.

“You know I do,” he groans. Silvery beads of sweat shimmer on his forehead, collecting on the ends of his blond hair. He twists his wrists again, but the knots hold.

“Well, you know I needed to do something earlier, and someone wouldn’t let me do it.”

Yoongi nearly cries with relief as you plunge the dildo into his aching hole, thrusting it in deeper.

“So I just had to make sure you knew what it was like, to be denied like that.”

He spreads his trembling legs wider, begging for more.

“But I think the message’s been received, so…” The moment the dildo hits his prostate, Yoongi arches his back, sobbing your name. “Is this what you needed? Just wanted to be fucked nice and deep, babe?”

“Yes, y-yes, please!” Yoongi chokes on his words, writhing as you lean forward, driving the dildo in over and over, until his untouched cock begins to spurt, thick white ropes coating his stomach.

“Shit,” he hisses. You stroke his hair while he hums, eyes closed, coming down. “Too good to me, love.”

“I try.” You reach for the knots.

“Not yet,” he rasps, corner of his mouth lifting as your favorite smirk reappears. “Let me be good to you now.” He licks his lips.

You finish wrapping in the morning.

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years ago

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Helsinki Chapter 12: Help me forget.

Helsinki syndrome is a term sometimes used incorrectly in place of Stockholm syndrome. It’s use in literature is often ironic and deliberate and literally means when a captive refuses to cooperate with their captor.

Summary: A war of wits does have some rules too. But if one party refuses to acknowledge the sacred rule of leaving family out of it, the other must retaliate stronger to quell any such advances for the future… Or at least that’s what Min Yoongi told himself when he abducted Kim Namjoon’s younger sister. That was before he realized that this elaborate game of chess didn’t have just two players and before he had promised Namjoon he’d keep her safe, But also before he realized that one month was enough to leave his whole life in chaos.

Genre: MAFIA AU, slight yandere themes, smut, a happy sprinkling of fluff/comfort, and a truckload of ANGST.

WARNINGS: SMUT (marked, if you want to skip), dom Yoongi, sub reader, slightly bratty reader, sexually frustrated reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (DON'T DO IT, YOONGI PULLS OUT), marking, Yoongi being a fuck lord as a side hustle I swear, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, I think OC might have blacked out at the end, Don't worry there's heart melting aftercare.

Pairing: Main pairing: Mafia!MIN YOONGI X READER

Others include: Collegeboyfriend!Hosoek x reader + Mafia!Taehyung x reader + Kidnapper!Seokjin x reader.

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Jin’s curved fingers traced their way up your arm as you flinched under the unwelcome familiar touch. You struggled to move, willing, no, begging your body to spring into motion. But it refused, stuck in some imaginary bounds that your resolve withered away against.

You tried to speak, to call out in a situation you couldn’t move in. But who were you supposed to call? In the very back of your mind, you knew that there was a certain person who’d come to you immediately. All you had to do was call out for him. But what name were you to use for this mystery man? What was his name? You wracked your brain.

All the while, you felt your body going limp, the foreign hands on your airway squeezing, squeezing. When almost the last of the life drained out of you, realization hit you. There was no person to call out to.

“Yoongi!” you shook yourself awake to the name that had evaded you in your dream for so long.

“Yoongi?” you called out again. You were back in the faintly familiar room in the penthouse. What had happened? Was it all actually a dream? Your fingers ghosted over the place his fingers had maimed you, and found little crescent marks on your sore skin. There was no way it was a dream.

You swung your legs off the bed, stumbling to your feet as a wave of dizziness hit you. But you clutched onto the nightstand, refusing to go back down as you shut your eyes and took a few steps towards the door. Your knee bumped into the bedframe, and a string of colorful curses formed in your brain.

You peeked from underneath your lashes, the door was right there. You had to see Yoongi. The panic in your heart would not settle down until you did. Just a few more steps.

But you didn’t need to take even one more, as the door opened at that moment, a wide eyed, disheveled Yoongi standing in the way.

“Y/n…” he began, undoubtedly to scold you.

“Shut up. Get over here.” you beat him to it, planting your hands on your hips as you fixed him with a cross gaze.

“Wha-” Yoongi tried protesting, but his legs were already carrying him to you. “What is it?”

Wordless, you raised your hand to his face, faltering for a second before you decided to let it rest on his shoulder. Yoongi’s eyes followed your movement, a little confused, but patient enough to wait till your hand sat on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked, his tone much softer this time around.

“I had a nightmare.” you said, still not meeting his eyes. Instead you found yourself looking at his soft lips.

“Oh?” he didn’t know what to say to that. He had nightmares, of course. It was a given when you did the things he did. But he had always told himself to suck it up, turned to the other side and fallen asleep again. “About what?”

Your finger traced upwards softly, stopping just at the collar of his shirt, toying with the button there, still not meeting his gaze, the feeling of his warmth under your hand serving as the anchor you needed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” you whispered, pulling yourself closer to him, just an inch, just enough to feel him slightly.

You felt his hands skim up your hips and grasp onto your waist. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he reiterated.

You met his gaze, a thousand questions clouding your gaze. What had happened? And more importantly why had it happened? “Where were you Yoongi?” you asked him. You weren’t accusing him of anything. But you did want to know. You wanted to know why he had left you alone like that. You felt your stomach turn at the very thought of what would have happened if Yoongi hadn’t showed up the moment he had. “Where were you?” you repeated.

Yoongi felt something crash around him. Your soft expression and meek voice held no hostility to him. He knew he deserved more than just the weak question you had posed, yet his heart thudded as if he had just stepped on an active mine. Where had he been? Why did he always have to be at the wrong place when it came to you? Why hadn’t he been at the supermarket when you bumped into Seokjin, and why hadn’t he been the one in the car instead of Taehyung? Why were you always in dangerous or upsetting situations because of him? Were the two deals worth a few millions more precious than you?

“I’m so sorry y/n.” his reply seemed choked, the questions in his mind making it hard to speak.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to hear apologies. You were done with him apologizing for everything. Why would he let things like this happen?

Yoongi felt panic claw at him. What did that silent gesture mean?

But the real panic set in when you removed your hand from his shoulder and took a step back, pushing his hands to fall back empty at his side.

“Y/n, wait. Don’t do this.” He pleaded.

“Don’t do what Min?” you tilted your head to the side. “What am I doing? Other than being the smallest, most worthless pawn on the whole chessboard, what is it that I’m doing?”

“The most worthless pawn?” Yoongi scoffed, moving towards you, his hands reaching for you. You took a tentative step backwards. “You’re really thick if you think you’re worthless after all that’s been happening.”

Your eyebrows shot upwards, your insecurities creeping in as if the panic you were already in wasn’t enough. You didn’t know what to do. This was all so overwhelming. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry yourself to sleep and hope that this was all a nightmare.

You sat down on the bed, leaving Yoongi to tower over you, wondering how he could fix this. He had never wished he had more people skills. For him, brutality and force had always gotten the job done. But he wanted to be gentle to you. Comfort you because he could see you were hurting.

But then you gave him the opening he was looking for. You patted the place next to you, wordlessly asking him to sit with you. He didn’t waste a second more, and was next to you immediately.

You looked at him, face serious and stoic. “I don’t think I can keep picking myself up like this Yoongi.”

He nodded. He understood. It was his job to keep you safe, not yours. Not for now.

“I’m scared. Every day I’ve been with you, I’ve been scared. I’ve even been scared of you. Terrified. And that’s not gone yet. But you have bigger evils behind you. And I can’t handle all of this. I’ve never had to…”

Of course you hadn’t had to. Your brother would rip out the eyes of any dangerous person who’d stumble your way in a 3 mile radius. Well, except the time he didn’t and here you were.

(SMUT)

“Tell me how to fix it.” Yoongi said softly.

You had no answer to that. But you wanted to do something. Anything. Your dancing gaze came to rest on his lips again. “Can I kiss you?” you asked, apparently out of the blue.

That was definitely not the answer either of you expected.

A flash of the memory of your lips against his own, in the untroubled sanctuary of Taehyung’s mansion replayed in his mind, and Yoongi was kissing you as if his life depended on it.

You were eager as him, moving your lips in sync with his, moulding against him like second nature.

There were his hands again, warm against your skin, caressing your hands, giving comfort the only way he knew how.

You sighed as you pulled away, letting yourself linger in his closeness for a moment longer, the fire that had just started raging in your stomach not letting you go too far.

But when Yoongi’s delicate lips chased after yours for the first moment when you pulled away, your resolve left you and you were clutching his collar, pulling him to you again. This time you were more demanding, the dance of your tongues adding to the rhythm of your lips. Your fists still strong in his shirt and your lips demanding dominance.

Yoongi let you take the lead, ever the gentleman, as he occupied himself in pulling you onto himself as best as he could with only his sense of touch to guide him. You did the rest, scooting into a more comfortable position as you pulled yourself onto his lap, your mouth still occupied.

His firm hands kneaded the flesh at your hips, pulling you impossibly close to him. You broke away, gasping for breath, regarding his pink face and lidded eyes.

You wanted him. In this moment, it was impossible not to.

His eyes met yours. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered, still giving you a way to back out.

You nodded. You wanted this. You knew it.

Yoongi nodded along, bringing his hand to cup your face, smiling softly at the way you leaned into his touch.

He took charge then, gently guiding you off his lap and onto the bed, till you were lying comfortably on your pillows and he was hovering above you.

“I want you to shut off your brain and focus on me okay?” his voice had a way of getting deeper when he was turned on.

“Okay” you whispered.

“Good girl.” He bent down and pecked your lips, sending a little shiver of want through you.

“Arms up.” He said, guiding your dress off you, leaving you in your undergarments under his heated gaze. His hands wasted no time slipping underneath you and unhooking the bra sliding it off your arms. His hands cupped your breasts as you swallowed, eyes following his hands, his beautiful hands on your body.

Once in a while, you’d look up at his face and heat would pool to your core at how dark his gaze was.

“Does this feel good?” he rasped.

“Yeah…”

One of his hands came higher, caressing the sore marks on your throat. Before you could flinch away, his warm mouth was on them, kissing the very spots Seokjin had abused. The added tenderness made you sensitive enough to shudder underneath him as his deft tongue came in contact with the bruises, licking them and soothing them with kisses.

“Yoongi…” you breathed, the fresh smell of his hair filling your nose. You swallowed.

He didn’t answer, choosing instead to hum against your neck. “Ohhh” you gasped.

The tingles in your body were running rampant. You wanted him in other places. And you wanted him now. But he seemed determined to take his time. You tilted your body slightly to feel where his legs were, and felt one of his thighs between your legs.

Jackpot.

You squirmed a little lower so that his thigh was resting right against your sex. One more lick against the newer bruises Yoongi was biting into your skin had you grinding against his clothed leg.

Yoongi let it slide the first couple of times but when your grinding turned rhythmic and desperate, he growled and pushed off you, leaning on his arms and fixing you with a stern look.

“Be patient.” He almost scolded.

“I can’t!” you countered.

“You will.” He commanded and his hand pushed your chin upwards, his thumb putting the slightest of pressures on your windpipe.

Your body reacted in two polar opposite ways. Your eyes shot open in fright, but your pussy just got impossibly wet, to the extent you had to clench your thighs together, cushioning Yoongi’s leg between them.

“It’s okay.” He realized he had scared you, “It’s me.” He kissed your forehead, hand still holding your face the same way, “I won’t hurt you.”

His reassurance had your heart fluttering. He wouldn’t hurt you, you trusted him. You nodded.

“I know.”

“Now be good” Yoongi said, as he traced his previous path, going lower till he was nestled between your breasts. You let out a breathy laugh as his breath tickled your sensitive nipples. You felt him smile against your skin before he began his new mission of marking you up between your cleavage. It felt different here, not nearly as wild. Maybe because he himself was much slower, taking his time. Or maybe because since this was somewhere that hadn’t already been abused, your heart wasn’t beating in panic.

But it soon got too much again. You were trying to be still, trying to focus only on his lips and tongue on you. But the lust was too much. You needed friction against your core and you needed it now.

“Yoongi please.” You whimpered.

Yoongi tsked and looked up at you. “What do you want now, kitten.”

You scoffed. As if he had given you what you wanted last time. “You know what I want.” You breathed. He shook his head. “Do you know what I do to impatient, needy brats?” he asked.

You gasped. Did he just call you a brat? When you were being so good?

“What?” you challenged.

“I make them beg for it. Do you wanna beg for it?” he asked sweetly, his fingers tracing pointless little butterflies on your tummy.

“I’m already begging.” You rolled your eyes.

Yoongi laughed at that. That wasn’t a good natured laugh at all. That was more of a challenge. You shivered. “We’ll see about that.”

And his lips were on you again, taking one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

You arched your back against him. This was cruel. He was cruel.

But you would be lying if you said it wasn’t the best you had felt in days.

He alternated between your boobs for what felt like an eternity, until you were moaning his name under your breath so much that you were convinced that was the only word you knew.

There was no way this wasn’t affecting him. You realized, you could just reach down and…

“Don’t even think about it.” Yoongi bit your nipple. You yelped.

His hands clasped around your wrists and yanked them up above your head. “You really are a brat.”

“How did you…” you argued.

“Shhh.” He crashed onto your lips, invading your mouth immediately, stealing away your ability to talk and your breath. You shut your eyes and let him ravage you till you couldn’t breathe. You clutched onto his shoulders, your nails biting into his soft skin. He pulled away.

“The only thing I want to hear from that pretty mouth is my name.”

You blushed. How was he having this effect on you?

You nodded, speechless. He smirked. “Good little pet.”

You clenched around nothing at that. But you knew by now that if you let him know how badly you wanted him, he’d postpone it till you were crying. To be fair, you were almost crying even now. Only his periodic praises and kisses were holding you together.

Yoongi was satisfied with playing with your breasts now. His hands held onto your hips as he pulled you lower towards him as he sat up. He lifted your legs, caressing your calves and tracing the well defined muscles that showed how much you walked. He was mesmerized by the soft skin and the hard muscle it hid.

Everything about you fascinated him, even the little gasps you took as he tickled the skin behind your knee.

He finally got higher, to your thighs, leaving tender kisses on your inner thighs. It was equal parts torturous and pleasing. He was so close to where you wanted him. There was no way he didn’t see how wet you were, your panties were practically soaked.

You gulped, clenching the sheets tightly. He had to have mercy by now. He had to.

As his hand ghosted over your damp panties, a rogue little sigh of satisfaction left your lips and your stomach clenched.

“Oh…look at my pet being such a good girl.” He cooed. You moaned. You were at your wit’s end.

Yoongi chuckled darkly. “Let me see.” He said, hooking his thumbs in your panties and sliding them off. You lifted yourself up on your elbows to look at him, the cool touch of the air and his breath on your heat feeling heavenly soothing.

“Pretty girl.” Yoongi kissed your outer lips. You threw your head back, fire spreading up your body. “Oh Yoongi…” you breathed.

The iron knot of self control in Yoongi’s mind was a blessing for him. Because there was no way he would last if he let his body take control, not with his dick throbbing every time you called out to him. Next thing he knew, he was making out with your pussy, his tongue slipping inside you, your taste overwhelming all his senses.

All his foreplay had already wound you up so tight. So when the warmth of his mouth engulfed you, you felt like you’d combust.

You trembled in his hold. “I’m not gonna last.” You told him.

“That’s okay kitten.” He reassured you. “You can cum.”

Words seldom had such explosive effects on you. Unless they came from Min Yoongi’s silver tongue. You felt the orgasm creeping down your spine. And when he hummed on your clit, you came all on his tongue.

Your body’s alarms went off when he refused to stop. Your fingers threaded in his hair, tugging it slightly to tell him to slow down. To no avail.

When your legs began to shake and the pleasure turned to oversensitivity, you called out to him. “Too much Yoongi.” You mewled.

“Now, I just got started.” He looked up at you innocently, your arousal glinting on his lips. Your stomach lurched. What?

You lost sense of time and direction soon after that. All you felt was the cool air fanning you and Yoongi’s fingers inside you, stretching you out and filling you up. You came around his fingers twice, every time easier than the last.

As you lay on the bed, arms sprawled above you, utterly exhausted and sweaty, Yoongi sitting between your legs, admiring the sight in front of him, you tried to will yourself to sit up.

To be the brat again.

But you were ruined. There wasn’t an ounce of energy in you.

You heard his belt buckle clinking and heard a zipper being undone. Your eyes widened as they met his, the realization that he had been clothed and restrained all this time hitting you like a truck.

“Can you take me?” he asked you softly. Your sex hazed brain went into overload at that. All you had felt were his mouth and his fingers and you had ascended halfway to heaven. You wondered what his dick would feel like. You wanted to know what it’d feel like. You found yourself nodding eagerly.

“Aww, eager little baby. And here I thought you’d be too tired.”

You shook your head. “I can take you.”

“Of course you can.” He aligned his leaking, sensitive tip with your even more sensitive entrance, making you wince slightly at the sensation.

He slipped in, facing almost no resistance, owing to the three explosive orgasms you had earlier. Your warm, wet hole embraced him and moulded around him, the new stretch exciting you. You clenched around him.

“Ease up kitten.” He guided you softly, pressing kisses against your swollen lips, till he felt you relaxing around him. “Good girl.” He breathed, and began thrusting.

He set a fast pace soon enough and there you were, being jolted up against his body as he leaned over you. Broken moans were all your raw throat could form, tears slipping past your lashes as the pleasure overwhelmed you again.

“Please please please” you cried, clenching and rippling around him, somehow already on the edge again.

“You asked for this didn’t you baby?” he mocked.

“Yes…” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him.

“Then let me hear you.”

He kept his pace consistent, his dick hitting all your sweet spots, his slick skin sticking to yours, his breath fanning over your face as the ethereal picture of a sweat soaked Min Yoongi leaned over you.

“I asked for this…oh fuckkk. I-I---- ahhhhh” you came around him again, too numb to register the jolts of electricity that shook you, only feeling the daze in your mind when you couldn’t formulate words anymore. “I asked for this” you whispered against his shoulder.

Yoongi felt you constrict around him so hard, he slipped out of you. He chuckled a little, and pushed back in, the gasp you let out, having him twitch inside your sensitive hole.

“That’s right pet, give me one more. You can give me one more.” He coerced

“I can’t…” you cried.

“Oh but you can. You wanted this.” He said gently, cupping your cheek as he continued hitting your g spot.

“Yoongiiii” you groaned, no idea why you were calling out to him as if he wasn’t literally inside your guts at this very moment.

“One more and then we can rest.” He promised you, too invested in the whole game. Too addicted to how you held onto him, and clenched around him, too addicted to the way his name sounded from your lips.

He pressed you into the mattress, holding onto your hips, fixing them against the mattress as he focused on his own pleasure now. He had to finish soon, he could see you were barely hanging on. It wouldn’t be hard, as his stamina was ebbing away by the minute.

He fucked into you, slower this time, hitting deeper, hearing you clearer, before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten and he knew his orgasm was coming. That’s when he went fast again, holding onto your hips, admiring the purple flowers blooming all over you. You looked like a mess, a hot, fucked out mess, squirming underneath him and taking him so well. His breaths shallowed and an evil idea came to him before he could finish.

He teased your clit just a little, and you jumped, wide eyes capturing him.

“Cum with me, kitten.” He pleaded, pulling you impossibly closer, lifting your arms so you rose up to meet him. He wrapped his arms around you, holding your spent body against his chest so tenderly, that you couldn’t help but get whiplash, as he vibrated your clit, his hips slamming into you to chase his own high.

There wasn’t a question about the fact that you’d cum for him in seconds if this continued. But you couldn’t care less. Sex had never felt this good to you. You kissed the column of his neck, holding onto his shoulders as he pounded into you. You tilted his head towards you, meeting your gaze.

"It feels so good" you whispered, pulling him to you, kissing him and taking him completely by surprise. "You make me feel so good" you whispered against his lips, stray tears breaking through your lashes.

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up, his hands rubbing your back as you grinded against him weakly, the friction of your bodies adding oxygen to the flames.

"Good girl, doing so well for me" Yoongi praised in your ear, leaning back on his arms now that he knew you could hold yourself up.

A little scream of oversensitivity shot through you as he brushed your g spot in the new angle. It was definitely too much.

Only the adrenaline fuelled by Yoongi's grunts was keeping you awake, otherwise you would've passed out.

But you knew he was close, his twitching inside you told you as much. "Cum for me Yoongi" you pleaded, surprised that you could still speak.

Yoongi moaned, lunging forward and grabbing your shoulders, pushing you back on the bed and lifting your hips off the bed, taking over again. It didn't take more than a few pumps to send you off the end again, nearly screaming this time as you fought to bite your tongue and hold onto his hands.

You faintly heard him groan and you registered his weight shifting off of you as he pulled out. By the time you came back down, you registered a warm, sticky something on your stomach and ragged breaths above you.

You caught your own breath, chest heaving as Yoongi calmed himself for a moment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SAFE TO PEEK NOW!

In a fleeting moment, you realized whatever had been bugging you, had slipped out of your mind. You frowned, which had Yoongi frowning. His index finger tilted his chin upwards.

“What happened?” he asked softly.

“Nothing.” you shook your head, reassuring him, the exhaustion creeping up your legs slowly.

“Okay” he smiled at you, pushing himself off you to kneel on the bed. “Don’t fall asleep on me, I’ll go check if we woke Taehyung and run you a bath.”

TAEHYUNG! Taehyung was probably in the next room. You turned beet red and groaned. How could you forget he was in the house? You hadn’t been silent in the least, there was no way he hadn’t heard. This could not be happening. You pulled a pillow from under you and smothered yourself with it. Yoongi chuckled at your flustered state.

“Tae sleeps through hurricanes. We’re okay.” he said.

“There’s no way he slept through that.” you groaned.

“Hey.” he laughed again, “I said I’d go check. Wait for me kay?”

You nodded, wordless and embarrassed beyond belief.

Yoongi straightened his unbuttoned shirt and did a few buttons, before he cleaned himself and tucked himself in. He gently cleaned the mess he had made on you before leaning over you, pushing the pillow off your face. “It’s really not that big of a deal y/n.” he tried to reassure you.

Of course that’s what it seemed to him. He didn’t know that Taehyung had confessed to you. You shuddered to think what he’d feel if he had an inkling that you were fucking his older brother after rejecting him. You nodded to Yoongi’s benefit and cupped his cheek. “Come back soon.”

He nodded, kissing your lips chastely before straightening off the bed and making his way out the door.

Mortification held you in a vice grip for almost five whole minutes as you strained your ears for any signs of a conversation you could hear and catch on to. But there were no voices coming from anywhere in the house. Maybe the walls were thicker than you had anticipated.

The exhaustion came back. Your thighs hurt, your hip hurt even more.

You curled into the sheets that were in a disarray, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. Surprisingly, they smelt faintly like Yoongi. Or maybe his scent still lingered in your nose because of how he had crushed you against him just moments ago.

Heat rose up your cheeks as you smiled like a love sick teenager, snuggling into the sheets, feeling your heartbeat coming back to normal.

Yoongi peeked into Taehyung’s room. He knew his brother could sleep through natural calamities, but he was still checking for your sake. Your red face flashed in front of his eyes as he smiled fondly at how cute you were.

Next, he made his way to the massive washroom his bedroom boasted and got the water running for a nice warm bath. He even added a few bath salts that he had somewhere in his cabinets and added the soap for bubbles. The bathtub was massive, but Yoongi didn’t use it much. Whenever he was here, he had always opted for a quick shower between the few hours he’d spend at home.

This might as well be the first time he looked around the bathroom and realized how impressive it was. He nodded in satisfaction to himself, letting the water run as he made his way back to your room.

The sight that met his eyes nearly made him coo. You were wrapped up in the sheets like a little burrito, the pillows tossed off the bed onto the floor and your cheeks smushed against the mattress, your eyes shut and chest rising and falling softly. Yoongi could have sworn he was quick, you must have been really tired out if you had proceeded to immediately pass out.

Still tingling at how devastating you looked, he tip toed closer. “Y/n-ie?”he called out. No response. You really were out cold.

He made up his mind, leaning over you, he slipped his arms under your soft, sleeping form and lifted you up into his arms. You stirred, whispering something.

“It’s just me, kitten. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said.

“Sleepy.” You mumbled. And then your arm came up around his shoulder and you snuggled into his chest and Yoongi nearly dropped you.

“You smell nice Min” you breathed against his skin and blood thundered in Yoongi’s ears. He was sure you could feel just how frantically his heart was beating, but you didn’t show any sign of amusement.

He silently made his way back to his own room, and debated if he should lay you down in his bed till you were ready to get up, but if the peace with which you were pressed against him was any indication, you could sleep the night away. So he just made his way into the bathroom, met by the sweet, refreshing scent of the bath salts and soap.

The bath tub was nearly full, as he called out to you.

“Baby, wake up.”

“Mhm.” You said hoarsely. Yoongi felt your lashes flutter and he saw you open your eyes groggily, taking in the vicinity.

“I’m gonna put you down now okay?”

You nodded, pleased that you were covered in the sheet you had fallen asleep with.

Yoongi lowered your bare feet onto the cool tiles of the bathroom. The feeling was a nice wakeup call, and when you registered how gently his hands held you up as if you couldn’t carry your own weight, the rest of your senses kicked back in.

“Taehyung?” you asked.

“Sleeping like a baby.” Yoongi confirmed.

Relief.

You turned to the bath, as Yoongi leaned forward to shut off the water, pleasantly surprised by all this aftercare.

“Are you gonna join me?” you asked mischievously.

“Would you like me to?” his answer was ready.

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

Yoongi melted. How were you this cute?

And that’s how you fell asleep once again, body relaxed in the wonderful warm water, as Yoongi’s skilled, soft hands worked away the tension in your muscles and cleaned you.

Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to wake you up again, so he simply collected you in his arms again, after laying some towels on the bed, and dried you off, pulling them out and tucking you into the duvet, before collecting a pillow for himself and making his way to the couch at the base of his bed.

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