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lavishedinjimin · 5 years ago

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Cowards in love (m)

— synopsis: You and Jimin had been friends for a long seven years. But will a novel coworker of yours replace the tightly-knit bond you had with Jimin?

Confess? He can’t. He’s too afraid of that.

↳ pairing: jimin x f reader

↳ rating: 18+

↳ genre: friends to lovers!au, smut, angst, fluff

↳ word count: 9.5k

↳ warnings: office worker OC, possessive jimin, dom jimin, sub reader, jealously, ownership, filthy dirty talk, unprotected sex (NO GLOVE NO LOVE!), rough sex, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), slight IMPREG KINK during intercourse, spanking, name calling (slut, brat), pussy slapping, multiple orgasms (and I mean two)

A/N: Contains fake texts screenshots! Sorry if you don’t like those - but I do - so yeah :D

“Miss Y/n, as usual, you have done amazingly well. You have pleased me and the company so much that I decided to give you another promotion.”

You smirk, sitting upright on the leather chair. Your boss sat across from you at the long wooden table, a black envelope in his hand. You nodded and bowed your head in respect.

“We see how you work nonstop and we want you to rest for a while. Go and treat yourself, y/n.” He slides a white envelope to you. As you grab a hold of the paper, your lips curves up in a smile as you feel how thick it is. Peeking inside, there lays five hundred bucks.

Your boss stands up, and you copy his actions. He walks over to you with such poise, lifting his hand to you. Shaking his hand, he nods his head once. “Congratulations, Y/n. We expect a lot from you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lim. The company has all of my passion.”

“You are quite the dime, petal.”

Scoffing, you turn around to your best friend, Jimin, who was sitting on your bed and checking you out. “Don’t try to woo me now, Park Jimin,” you turn back to the mirror, applying more of the burgundy-colored lipstick that he specifically bought for you. You notice him smirk through his reflection, standing up. He places his hands on the pockets of his jeans as he shrugs his shoulders, walking closer to you.

“The guy who wins your heart will be so lucky,” he muses, eyes shining in awe.

Jimin stares at your image in the mirror, smiling at how gorgeous you looked. Your short hair falling to your shoulders, a burgundy blouse that matched your lips, black tight slacks that were flared on the very bottom, giving a 70′s vibe. Paired with black stilettos and your ‘signature’ black cat-eyed glasses. You look back at him, smiling, “Don’t you consider yourself lucky that you have me as your best friend?”

He laughs, making your heart warm instantly. It was one of your weaknesses, that laugh can heal your sorrows and all negative things that the world throws at you. He was your medicine.

Jimin steps closer and wraps his arms around your waist for a back hug, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “I am. Now go and finish up while I start the car.”

“Okay.”

He leaves the room with a heavy heart, allowing a loud sigh escape his lips. Jimin has agreed to come with you to celebrate your promotion with a couple of your coworkers. As your best friend, he couldn’t say no to you.

When you were finished getting ready, you walk outside of the house, locking the door behind you. You smile grateful at Jimin when he opens the passenger’s side door for you. “You’re too sweet, Jimin.” You giggle.

He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Only for you,” he mutters, quiet enough for you not to hear.

The drive to the restaurant wasn’t that long as the two of you were having a normal conversation. “Who have you invited?” He asks.

“Not a lot actually. My office buddies – Sunmi and Chungha.” Jimin nods with a hum, allowing you to continue. “There’s also, of course, Namjoon, Yoongi, and a guy that’s new to the company.”

“New guy?” Jimin chuckles quietly, “What’s his name?”

“Park Jinyoung. We’ve become close ‘cause he’s working right under my field. Don’t worry, you’ll love him! He’s quite intimidating at first but that’s only because of his menacing eyes. He’s a wonderful man.” You titter, turning your head to look at his direction as your eyes glittered in enthusiasm. But what shocks you is the deadpan expression on his face, eyebrows slightly creasing with his bottom lip between his teeth. He looks annoyed, and you did not know why.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a gentle voice. His breath suddenly hikes up slightly when you rest your hand on his thigh.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment before reopening them. “Nothing,” he gives you a fake smile, “I bet he’s lovely.” He says sarcastically.

“He is!”

Jimin wished you could’ve said something else.

Your heart flutters when Jimin opens the door for you, sending you his charming smile. His eyes turning into little crescents, lips curving up. You give him your thanks while as you enter the restaurant. Jimin suddenly interlocks both of your arms together, but you didn’t mind. You were used to his clinginess.

There was not a lot of people inside the restaurant even though it was a busy Saturday. As your heels click against the black tiles, your eyes scan around the area to find the table where all of your friends were.

“Isn’t that Chungha?” Jimin says and points to his right. You immediately smile widely when Chungha raises her hand to signal their location. Jimin chuckles adoringly when you remove your arm away from his, quickly running to the table.

“Y/n! Congratulations!” Chungha stands up and gives you a tight hug, “You totally deserve it.”

“Thank you so much!” you squeal. Sunmi and the boys stand up as well to congratulate you.

Jimin watches from afar as he walks towards the round table, eyes taking a good look at Jinyoung. He quirks a single brow up when he catches how Jinyoung rakes your body up and down.

Clenching his jaw, Jimin hurriedly makes his way to your side to wrap an arm around your waist.

“Oh, there you are!” Namjoon exclaims on his seat, “We haven’t seen you in a while, Jimin!”

“Uh, hah, yeah,” he tries to calm himself down, “Been busy.”

You glace at Jimin oddly before turning back your attention to the group. “Oh, Jimin! This is Jinyoung, he’s grown to be a good friend of mine.”

Jinyoung stands up from his seat without hesitation and reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Jimin. Y/n has told me a lot about you.”

Jimin doesn’t hide his bitter scoff, “Only good news, I hope.”

Jinyoung only smirks at that, leaving him baffled.

Sitting down on one of the unoccupied chairs, you called for a waiter for everyone to start ordering. “Since I’m treating all of you today, please get whatever you want!”

“Y/n! No judgment, okay?” Yoongi gives you a knowing look, understanding what he already means by that.

“Yes, Yoongi. As much as you want.”

As everyone chooses their meals, Jimin scoots closer to your side. You look at him with a smile on your face but he pretends to ignore you, scanning the menu in front of him.

“Do you wanna get some glazed steak rolls?” he asks you, “They’re your favorite, right?”

You frown, tilting your head to the right as you read the menu carefully. “Uh, yeah – but I’m not in the mood for steak right now.”

“Hmm, alright. Oh, look! They serve roasted lambs, Y/n,” Jimin asserts.

“Heh, no lambs for me today, Chim.”

“Well, how about—”

“Y/n,” Jinyoung suddenly blurts out across from you.

“Yes?” you lift your head, smiling at him.

Jimin listens attentively, his eyes shooting up to burn holes into Jinyoung’s eyes. But he doesn’t seem to mind. Jimin feels his blood boil from the way he was looking at you.

“Didn’t you told me yesterday that you were craving for shrimp? Try ordering their shrimp pasta, it’s delicious.” Jinyoung talks with a smirk, the corner of his mouth lifting. He knows what he was doing to Jimin, amused from his annoyed reactions.

“I should!” you exclaim, “Thanks Jinyoung.”

“No problem, Y/n.”

Jimin feels a hard punch in his heart.

Humiliated, disappointed, infuriated.

As time passed by and everyone got their meals, Jimin was over your side. He’d be so touchy, resting his hand on your thigh and keeping it there the whole time. He would also often wrap an arm around the back of your chair, pulling you close. You’ve never seen him act like this as if something was bothering him, but you just can’t wrap your head around it.

“So Y/n,” Sunmi says to get your attention, “you know that you’re so lucky to be promoted in such a quick time! How do you do it?” she chimes as the others quickly agree. Jimin, on the other hand, didn’t react as he was busy eyeing Jinyoung up and down.

“Ah, as expected from Y/n. I’ve never seen anyone so dedicated and hardworking to be honest,” Chungha replies, making your cheeks blush from their kind words.

“You guys are too nice. I just love my job a lot, I guess,” you shrug with a quiet laugh.

“Jinyoung, how does it feel working with Y/n?” Yoongi asks him, “Does she treat you like hell?” All but Jimin laughs at his statement, and you feel him grip your thigh a little bit harder. You send him a quick glare, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand away from your thigh.

“She’s amazing, Yoongi,” he says in awe, “I won’t ask for anyone else.”

You blush at Jinyoung’s words, lowering your head from embarrassment as the group gives approving sighs.

“Y/n, are you blushing?” Namjoon spills as he chews on his medium-rare steak. Immediately shaking your head, you cover your face with your hands, “No! I’m not!”

“What’s going on here, huh? Y/n? Jinyoung?” Yoongi grins at the two of you knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Nothing!” you reply in a speed of light.

“I said what I said,” Jinyoung shrugs his shoulders, making direct eye contact to Jimin for a split second before returning his gaze back on you. “Y/n’s such a great person to work with. I adore how she’s so optimistic, always striving to help people. She absolutely deserves everything.”

Jimin crinkles his nose.

“Jinyoung, please,” you giggle, your smile wider than it already was.

“It’s true! I can’t help but love my job when I have someone like you.”

“Damn! Someone fine me a guy like Jinyoung,” Chungha says jokingly, giggling in her seat.

“So you’re making moves now on her, is it?” Jimin finally snaps. His voice bitter, squinting his eyes at the man across from you.

Everything suddenly falls silent, all eyes on Jimin. “If you wanna compliment her then I suggest you just go straight to the point.” He fakes a smile at him, however, Jinyoung was not about to back down.

“Jimin? Isn’t it quite ironic that you tell me to go straight to the point when you can’t even do it yourself?”

Jinyoung knows. He knows that Jimin likes you, it was obvious from the way he looks at you, from the way he acts around you. It was clear to him that he was in love with you, but he doesn’t seem to know why he’s unable to confess.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimin grits, closing his hands into a fist.

“I think I do, Jimin,” Jinyoung snickers, “Anyway. What I was trying to say since I was rudely interrupted – will it be okay if we watch a movie together tomorrow?” he gives Jimin a scorching glare, “alone?”

“Sure! I—”

“No.”

You felt your heart drop down the floor. Whipping your head to face Jimin, you look at him with a disgusted expression, “Jimin? What do you mean ‘no’?”

He suddenly grabs a hold of your wrist with one hand, his eyes burning holes into yours, “I said, no.”

“Jimin, sorry dude, but you don’t really get to decide for Y/n.” Chungha retorts, “Who are you to say no?”

Jimin felt his heart clench from the harsh truth. He was nothing to you but your best friend. The atmosphere around the room gets thicker and thicker as each long minute passes. Everyone had their eyes on you and Jimin, offended from his words.

“Let Y/n do whatever she wants. If she wants to go out with Jinyoung then let her!” Namjoon tries to sound calm but fails at the last words.

“Jimin,” you say to him calmly, trying your best to handle the situation, “What’s wrong? Just tell me, I won’t be mad.” Jimin sees how your eyes grow wide, the desperation evident in them.

He shakes his head, frowning, “I-I can’t.”

You were about to reply before Jinyoung cuts you off, “So what do you say, Y/n? This time I’ll be the one treating you.”

Ignoring the way Jimin tightens his grip around your wrist, you smile at Jinyoung. “Sure, I’ll come.”

Jimin can’t take it anymore. He abruptly slams his hands on the table as he stands up. The loud noise he created caused multiple heads to turn to your groups’ table. “Jimin!” Yoongi warns, but he cancels his voice out of his mind.

“I’m finished eating. I’m gonna go home.”

Jimin gives you one, final look. You can catch the hurt and sadness in his eyes before he begins to walk away.

You stand up and try to catch him, “Jimin, wait!” but you got nowhere near him because Jinyoung’s hand catches your arm.

“Let him go. If he was really your best friend then he won’t do this to you.”

“B-But,” you stammer, feeling your chest tighten. You feel like everything was your fault, staring at Jimin’s back as he walks out of the restaurant. You waited for him to at least look back at you, yet he doesn’t.

“Y/n, let him be. This is supposed to be your day, remember?” Sunmi pouts, “Just enjoy your day, don’t let him bring you down.”

As Jimin brisk walks to the parking lot, feeling as if he was carrying weights on his shoulder. His mind was clouded in anger; towards Jinyoung, to you, and to himself. He feels betrayed yet he completely knows that he has no right to be.

He waits inside his car for a few minutes, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he waits for anything, something to happen. He can’t stop thinking about the way how Jinyoung looked at you like you were a piece of meat, he hates how you blushed every time he talked nicely to you. Hell, even the simplest things he did made him pissed. He hates the way Jinyoung teased him, he despites how he mocked him in front of everyone.

Jimin grunts loudly, his mind pounding harshly as he rests his forehead on the steering wheel. But every time he closes his eyes, you appear. He can imagine the way you smile, the sound of your laugh, your touch of your hands, your melodious voice, everything he loves about you made his heart ache.

Why can’t he just tell you how he really feels?

He waits in his car for a little bit over five minutes, figuring that you weren’t coming to talk to him. It was ridiculous for him to think that you would. He starts the engine and drives away.

“Jinyoung can drive her home,” Jimin mutters under his breath.

Jimin wasn’t responding to your texts. After the fight he and Jinyoung had earlier, Jimin thought it would be fun to ignore you.

Sure, what he did in front of everyone in the restaurant was wrong, and it was so low of him. He never acted like that in all your years of being friends, acting so possessive of you. There’s nothing wrong hanging out with another guy! You hang out with Namjoon and Yoongi all the time during work, how was Jinyoung different?

It was obvious that Jimin didn’t like him, but why was he acting out like this now? In your seven years of being best friends, he was always on good terms with your guy friends.

You check your phone endlessly tonight, hoping, praying that he will at least leave you on delivered. But he doesn’t.

Groaning loudly, you shut your eyes closed while you flop down on the soft comfort of your bed. You feel like your heart was about to burst any minute. You don’t want to lose your best friend.

Jimin feels like a piece of shit for leaving you. There was no excuse for him to act like that, letting go of his feelings and he allowed it to control him.

He just couldn’t hold back anymore.

He wants you.

He wants you for himself, and no one else.

Jimin knows that you’re a lovable person. You’re loved by many of your coworkers, and you were always so nice that it won’t be hard for you to make new friends. He’s selfish and he knows it, but he’s been hiding his feelings under the rocks for two years. Two years of jealousy, two years of enviousness, and it was hard. He always tried his best to keep you close, but it was difficult to be with someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

And perhaps running away from you will let him run away from his feelings, too.

Finally opening his phone, his heart pounds loudly in his chest, feeling like absolute crap.

“I’m sorry, petal,” he breathlessly says, heart breaking into a million pieces. “But I don’t know what else to do.”

Confess? He can’t. He’s too afraid of that.

It’s been four days since you last talked with Jimin, and it’s been rough. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, because losing his presence scared you. Losing your best friend was more heartbreaking than any other relationship.

You missed your late-night calls with each other, talking about each other’s day, ranting about anyone and anything. You missed his presence, seeing his charming smile, hearing his delicate voice, his hugs and kisses, and his irritating teases. You didn’t know how much you adore him until he was gone.

“Fucking shit,” you cursed, feeling a headache beginning to occur. Letting your elbows rest on your wooden desk, you cover your face behind your palms. You were so frustrated, totally ignoring the piles of paper in front of you. You had so much work to do that was due in a couple hours and you haven’t started on anything.

There was a sudden knock on your door, and you quickly shoot your head up. “Come in.”

Jinyoung appears with a black portfolio on his hands, greeting you with a kind smile. “Here are all of the records you asked for, Y/n.”

He approaches your desk and you grab the files, adding it onto your mountain of documents. “Thanks,” you say blankly.

“A-Are you okay?” Jinyoung asks carefully, trying not to piss you off.

“I, uh…” you stammer, huffing a heavy puff of breath. “I’m fine.”

Jinyoung doesn’t reply yet he suddenly approaches your desk, placing both of his hands on the table. Your eyes widen, gulping the lump in your throat. Jinyoung looks at you with a little grin on his face, his eyes sultry. “W-what are you doing?”

“Oh, Y/n,” he sighs, lowering down to rest his forearms. Your heart pumps rapidly in your chest when his face was mere inches away from yours. “I think it’s time for you to rest your mind for a little while…”

“Jinyoung, what are you saying?”

The smirk on his face doesn’t wipe away as he moves his face a little bit closer. You can smell his minty scent, refreshing your senses. Yes, you can agree that Jinyoung was pretty hot and he had the looks. He knows what to say to make anyone fall for him. But something feels wrong.

“I know what’s going through your head, babe. You can use me, you know that?”

“U-Use you? Jinyoung I don’t—”

He suddenly grabs the back of your face with his right hand, pulling you even closer so that your lips were centimeters away. He slowly bites his lip, making your stomach turn from the sight. “Use me to get your mind off of him.”

You were too tired to argue, too exhausted to fight him. But perhaps it’ll work.

So without thinking, you press your lips onto his.

Jinyoung chuckles in surprise, smiling into the kiss. He holds your face in his hands while you stand up, inviting more of him. He breaks the kiss for a couple of seconds to move around your table, approaching you. Your hands fly to his hair, his hands on your hips as you both continued your ministrations. Jinyoung groans when you tug on his locks, electrifying currents shooting down his back.

Suddenly, he lowers his hands until it reaches the bottom of your spine. “Is it okay if I…” without any warning, he drags his hands further down until he reaches your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh!” you gasp, and Jinyoung uses your startled state to slip his tongue in, meeting yours.

This is wrong.

“Mmm, Y/n,” he mutters with a smirk, “I love how you taste.”

Jinyoung pushes your body up on the nearest wall and he traps your hands against it. He winks at you.

“Jinyoung, t-the door isn’t locked.”

“Oh, is that a problem babe?” he snickers, peppering kisses all over your neck, making you shut your eyes. “Wouldn’t you want people to see?” he tantalizes.

No.

“Jinyoung,” you whimper in protest, but he misunderstands it as a moan. His grip on your wrists was hard and firm, and you were slowly getting irritated. You didn’t want this, you want nothing but him.

Jimin.

“Jinyoung, please stop.”

You were shocked when he actually pulls away, a confused expression slapped on his face. “Y/n?”

“I-I,” you shake your head. You thought that kissing him might help you get rid of your tense feelings and thoughts yet it was only making things worse. You can’t focus on him, you just can’t. Your mind goes directly to Jimin, what he might think if he sees you like this, what he might feel.

“I can’t do this,” you laugh nervously, looking down. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says quietly while he nods his head. “I-uh, I should go.”

“Yeah,” the air thickens. You scratch the back of your neck timidly, “I have w-work to do.”

“Right.”

No one moves for a while, and you just wanted to crawl into a little ball and die from awkwardness.

He was the first one to move, giving you a quiet ‘see you later’. You hear the clicking of his shoes getting farther and farther away before he exits your office.

Running your hands through hair, you close your eyes in frustration.

What the fuck did you just do? Your mind was going crazy, wishing that you could just go back in time and stop him. This just made the situation worse.

Sitting back down on your chair while huffing a breath, you pull yourself closer to the desk and you unload the pile of papers. You tell yourself that you have to stop being so childish and start working, but truth be told – you just need a distraction.

You and Jimin were both cowards. That’s one thing you know for sure.

It has been a total of one week since you’ve last talked to your best friend, and every day was horrible. You never knew that you could miss someone this much.

“I can’t stand his behavior,” you groaned as you talked to Sunmi through the phone. You were drinking white wine on a Saturday night like the sad single moms you see on TV. “He doesn’t respond to any of my texts and calls. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.” You rant.

“He’s acting really childish, Y/n. He started the fight with Jinyoung and now he’s hiding from everything. It’s not even a big deal!”

Your mind backtracks to the moment where he was gripping your thighs so hard whenever Jinyoung was talking to you, and when he held you by your wrist. He was being so suspicious.

“I don’t get it,” you rub your face with your hand, “I don’t get how he can just hate Jinyoung when he doesn’t have any problems with my other male friends. He’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe Jimin knows him and they have a dark past together?”

“Wow, isn’t that too farfetched?”

“Who knows, Y/n.”

But you miss Jimin’s presence. A lot more than you expected.

“I just miss him, Sunmi. I can’t lose him now,” you shake your head, your heart getting heavy. “Not like this.”

You put your phone on loudspeaker, flipping your body over so now you were laying on your stomach. You cross your arms in front of you, burying your face in them. You wanted to cry.

“I miss him,” you whisper.

Jimin was a friend that everyone asks for. He was always there for you, taking care of you, loving you, adoring you. He was there during your ups and downs, being by your side during your best and worst moments. Jimin was all that you could ask for. He was never the one to judge you because he loves you for the way you are. You can never get bored when you hang out with him, his charming smile can make your day a thousand times better.

“Sunmi, can I tell you something?” you speak up after a few moments of silence.

“Of course Y/n, anything.”

“Jimin was never mine, but losing him broke my heart.”

Sunmi coos at your words, noticing how your voice cracked amid the sentence. “Aww, Y/n, Y/n,” she sighs, “You won’t lose him, silly. I know that he won’t throw your seven years of friendship away just like that. How about you just go talk to him in person? Go to his house and let him explain. C’mon, girl. You are both adults now, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

You hated how you can only think of negative thoughts and outcomes. “And if he doesn’t answer? What if he just kicks me out?”

“Then keep trying.”

You gathered your courage to knock on his door, just the thought of him ditching you was making your chest hurt.

You stare at the black wooden door, holding your hand up.

Holding your breath, you knock at the door three times.

No response.

The cold wind blows and you can feel goosebumps arise from your skin. The breeze whooshes your hair that it covers your face, and you push the strands away with a puff. You quickly knock on the door again, louder this time, yet there was still nothing. Not even muffled footsteps to indicate that he was there.

“Please open the door,” you whine, about to knock once more but a sudden voice startled you.

“Y/n?” Eyes growing bigger from the realization for who it belongs, you turn around.

Your best friend stands there, his hands inside the pocket of his jacket as he looks at you with the same surprised expression. He was wearing black skinny jeans that enunciated his long legs, a black and white patterned bomber jacket plus a black cap. He looks good.

“Y/n, hello?” he raises his voice up, making you snap back to reality. “I asked why you are here.”

“I, well…” you gulp, “I want to have a talk with you.”

Your heart drops down low to the ground when Jimin scoffs bitterly. You step aside when he comes up to unlock the front door.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he snaps.

“Oh my god, are you actually serious?!” you raise your voice at him, stepping inside his house even though he didn’t tell you to. Jimin removes his hat and runs a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his face. You feel frightened when he suddenly throws the hat on the couch vigorously, turning his head to face you. His once soft features were replaced with rage and irritation.

“Go on then, yell at me,” he takes long strides towards you, your feet automatically walking backward. Your chest feels like it weighs a million pounds as his words stab daggers into your heart. “Go! Tell me how much of a fucking asshole I am to ignore you for a whole week. Shout at me for how immature I am, come on! Y/n, I know you want to—”

“Jimin, stop!” you yell, pushing at his chest. “I just want you to explain!”

“I told you already, I can’t.” Jimin turns his back on you, heading to his bedroom. You release a deep, exasperated sigh as you follow behind him.

“Why? What can’t you explain?!”

He doesn’t answer, silence filling the air. Jimin removes his jacket and places it on his bed, his short-sleeve shirt giving you a full view of his arms. You flutter your eyes away for a moment.

At least you saw him today. Even his presence made you feel better.

“Jimin, please?” you say softly, grabbing the courage to walk up to him. Jimin doesn’t look at you directly, putting his gaze on somewhere else as you grab a hold of his forearms. You notice his Adam’s apple bob when you do so.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” you grip his head, applying a gentle force to turn his head to you.

He wasn’t angry anymore, you can see it in his eyes. But this time was different. He looks… vulnerable. Your heart smashes into a million shards when you see the sad glint in his eyes.

“You don’t know a thing.” He mutters underneath his breath, voice low.

“Then tell me!” you plead, eyebrows knitting together. You don’t let him get away from your hold as you keep him close to you. You were not going to let him run away again, not ever.

Jimin closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath. You wonder what this thing that was bothering him could be.

“I love you.”

Your mouth goes dry.

“I-I love you too, Jimin, and you know that—!”

“No, no, Y/n.” he unexpectedly holds your hand tightly, letting him tower over you as he slowly pushes your back against the wall. He traps you there, your hands in between the two of you. “I love you more than a friend. And it scares the fuck out of me that if I tell you this, you’ll leave.”

“Jimin…” you try to comprehend all that he said, but your mind was clouded in too many thoughts all at once.

“I tried, fuck,” he turns away for a second, finding it hard to look at you. “I tried to fucking distance myself from you in hopes that my feelings will disappear, but it only made everything worse.”

You don’t respond, allowing him to continue.

“I only wanted you more.”

You can feel his hand tremble as your own turns sweaty. Jimin loves you.

But how can you tell that you love him back?

“I’m such an idiot for running away, Y/n. I’m a coward who can’t face his own feelings. I was scared because my feelings for you were getting worse. Jinyoung…” he looks at the ceiling, sighing, “Jinyoung was, I guess, my last straw. I couldn’t stand it anymore, the thought of you being happy with some other guy. My selfishness was taking the best of me and I wanted you for myself. It’s so hard for me to say it because I’m afraid to lose you.”

“H-How,” you swallow, forcing yourself not to cry. “How long?”

Jimin understands your question as he gives you a sympathetic smile, “Two years, petal.”

Your body slumps as you frown, guilt occupying your body that he had his feelings longer than you. Jimin endured a lot of heartaches and hurt during those long two years, but he loves to be around with you. That was the only thing that kept him going.

Jimin’s eyes widen when you suddenly wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. His heart warms in his chest as he releases a light chuckle, hugging you back. Your press your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I love you too.”

Then, Jimin’s body goes stiff.

Did he hear correctly?

Were his ears deceiving him?

You giggle when you feel him stop breathing, looking up to meet his gaze. “I love you too, Jimin. More than you can think of.”

“T-tell me that you’re serious, Y/n.” he holds your chin gently, hoping that you won’t look away, “Don’t say you love me if you don’t mean it.”

“What are you saying, Jimin,” you playfully smack his arm, “I’m not joking. I have feelings for you too.”

Jimin’s heart swells in happiness, getting a huge weight off of his shoulders. His face blushes in red, smiling like an idiot, “Really?”

“Really.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Petal, don’t mess with me,” he suddenly lowers his tone as if scolding you.

“I’m not!” you giggle, “I’m in love with you too, Park Jimin.”

A loud squeal leaves your lips when he surprisingly wraps his strong arms around your hips and lifts you up in the air. He spins you around and around, a wide smile plastered on his face as he admires your reaction. You laugh, swinging your arms around his neck for support as you tilted your head back. Wiggling your legs, you try to squirm but he grips your tighter.

Your heart swells in joy.

“Jimin! Put me down!” you yelp when he doesn’t stop spinning you. Jimin laughs uncontrollably before flopping your bodies down on his bed. Eyes growing wide, your breath hitches up when the proximity between your faces was at least three inches away.

His smile doesn’t falter, eyes shining like a child who just received candy.

“So…”

“So?”

“I guess it’s finally time to call you my girlfriend, huh?”

Nodding your head shyly, you feel your face warms up as a blush forms your cheeks. Jimin sees this and coos at you, “Aww, someone’s blushing! You like it when I call you my girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” you mutter timidly. “A lot.”

Jimin sighs and plops beside you. He grabs a pillow and places it underneath your heads. Slinging his left arm around your body, he tugs you close for a cuddle. You and Jimin cuddled before, of course, but you feel something different this time.

You snuggle your face into his body, inhaling his pleasant scent.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had feelings for me at the time? Were you just as scared as I was?” Jimin asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You chuckle, “Unlike you, I actually just couldn’t get myself to admit. I was always trying to throw my feelings at the back of my head because I was afraid that it was impossible for you to like me back. But I was wrong.” You tilt your head up to look at him, giving him a cheerful smile, “We’re always so intimate, you know? Like you can kiss me on the cheeks and I can kiss you on the cheeks, you’ve seen me half-naked and I’ve seen you half-naked, I know how big your di—”

“Y/n! Oh my fucking god,” he cuts you off by placing a hand above your mouth, stopping your words, “Shush!”

You push his hand away, a smirk on your face, “Anyway, what I was saying… we’re so close.” your heart flutters when Jimin starts to caress your cheek lovingly, feeling butterflies inside your stomach from his simple action. “And I’m glad that we’re finally official, petal. I can kiss you whenever I want now, letting the world know you’re mine.”

Today marks the company’s 85th anniversary, and Mr. Lim decides to treat all employees for drinks at one of South Korea’s most luxurious bars – The Southside Parlor. And of course, you and your friend didn’t back out.

Chuckling, you place your phone back on your bedside table. Your friends had no idea that you and Jimin were a thing now, and you decide to drop the good news later this evening.

Slipping on the short, satin red dress, your mind wonders if your outfit is too revealing. Is it too inappropriate?

‘Fuck it’, you thought.

You only have Jimin to impress.

You curl your hair into natural-looking waves, your short hair falling right above your shoulders. Then, you apply a good amount of makeup and of course a red lipstick to top it all off. You quickly snap a mirror selfie of you and your chosen outfit before sending it to the group chat.

“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath, covering your mouth from Namjoon’s little comment. You couldn’t hold back the laughter as you shake your head in dismay.

You grabbed your purse and went to put all of your necessary items; your phone, wallet – even though the drinks are free – mints, and of course, lipstick.

A sudden knock on your door sends shivers running down your spine, knowing exactly who it was. Quickly putting on your heels, you make your way to the front door of your apartment to welcome Jimin.

“Hi!” you pull the door open, greeting him with a big smile. Your eyes sparkle when you study how good he looks, wearing a black long sleeve button-down shirt tucked in some tight black slacks that really makes you want to focus your attention on his crotch area. Nice.

But there was no response from him. He furrows his brows as he rakes your body up and down, licking his lips slowly

You giggle, a tint of red forming on your cheeks. “Jimin, are you checking—”

“You’re not going out wearing that.”

Immediately, you roll your eyes from his sour words. Crossing your arms together, you lean on one hip, “And why not?” you challenge.

A smug smirk appears on his face, right eyebrow raising in authority. You were not going to lie, but his reaction turned you on. He slowly walks over to your figure, shutting the door behind him. But what shocks you is when you heard a little ‘click’ of the doorknob, indicating that he just locked the door.

“U-Uh,” your mouth instantly dries up, but you try your best to keep your composure. “Why am I n-not supposed to wear this, huh?”

Jimin’s gaze suddenly turns sultry, as if a switch was ignited inside of him. He looks at your body, taking his time to check you out from bottom to top. And that man, oh god, he was biting his lip. He knows what he was doing to you, he knows that you’ll feel butterflies, he knows that it’ll turn you on.

“Hmm,” he hums, shuffles closer until he’s got his arms around your hips. He tugs you closer until your bodies were pressed against each other. You can feel your palms starting to sweat, knees wobbly like jelly. “You really wanna know why?”

“Y-Yeah,” the way you stuttered so easily made your cheeks blush, and you quickly cover it off by clearing your throat. You tilt your head up a little bit, making it seem like his actions didn’t bother you at all when it was clearly the opposite. “Yes. Tell me.”

Without any warning, Jimin grabs the back of your neck and he moves his head right in front of your left ear. With the sudden closeness, you can feel his hot breath hitting against your skin, causing small little bumps to appear on your arms and legs.

“Because I don’t want any other men to look at how fucking hot and beautiful you are.”

He doesn’t even let you reply as he pushes you against the door, trapping your arms above your head, your purse dropping to the floor. Your breath stops when he suddenly places fervent kisses all over your neck, making you release quiet moans in pleasure. Your nerves were on fire as you feel his soft, plump lips on your skin, your fantasies finally coming to life.

“Call me possessive, call me controlling, I don’t give a fuck,” he growls “You need to know that this body right here,” he runs a hand down your spine and onto your butt, giving your asscheek a firm squeeze, “belongs to me.”

“J-Jimin, oohh,” you whimper when he continues to mark your neck, for sure leaving hickeys and bite marks. He was marking you as his, letting everyone know that you’re his property. You can feel him smirk every time he leaves a purple bruise on your skin, knowing that he’s the only one that can see you like this.

“You’re too fucking sexy to share, petal. And this dress? Fucking hell baby,” he breathes out a slight groan, “I can’t let you go without fucking you.”

His words ignite a fire in your stomach and you don’t waste any more time, pulling him into a kiss. Jimin immediately grins, lips molding together, tasting your lips as if it was his last time to ever do so. He cups your face while you run your hands through his hair, knowing how much he likes it.

You groan when he bites your bottom lip all of the sudden, tugging on the soft flesh with his teeth. He chuckles when he hears you mewl, his dick growing hard under his tight dress pants. “Jimin, please,” you beg, “more.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He swiftly picks you up bridal style, earning a squeal from you as he brings you to the bedroom.

He removes your shoes and gently plops you down on the bed, but then a sudden thought invades your mind. Faking a pout, you say in a little voice, “What about the free drinks?”

Jimin scoffs, unbuttoning his shirt while your mouth waters from the sight of him. He likes your reaction, slipping the top off his toned body. “What do you care more about, petal? Drinks, or…” he hovers above you, slowly grazing his lips right above your own, “my dick?”

You almost want to laugh out loud, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Smirking, you reply, “How about both?”

“Oh petal, need to stuff that smart little mouth of yours my cock, huh?” he groans, removing his pants all the way down. He kneels on the bed in front of you and signals you to get up, “on all fours, baby.”

Your cunt clenches around thin air when you were face to face with his covered cock, the outline of his hard shaft evident in his tight briefs. He palms himself for a moment, using his other hand to grip your chin. He tilts your head up, “Look at me,” you obey, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” he smirks, “you don’t know how many nights I’ve dreamed about this. Your pretty lips wrapped around my cock so nicely, taking my cock so deep down that throat, can you handle it baby?”

With each word, your pussy seems to get wetter and wetter, drenching your poor little underwear. You whimper, nodding your head. Just the thought of him tilting his head back in pure pleasure, his hands on your hair, forcing you down on his dick made you hornier and needy for him.

“Take my cock out, petal.”

Without saying anything more, you lift your hands to tug his briefs down, his cock finally springing out, slightly hitting your face. You gasp when you saw how big and thick it was, veins prominent as a little bit of precum dripped down from the tip. With your mouth agape, Jimin uses this chance to grab his base and rub his head against your lips, smearing the precum all over your mouth.

“Mhmm, fuck,” he grunts, “my pretty little baby. Have you thought about this, hm? Ever fantasized about sucking my cock?”

Fluttering your eyelashes at him, you smile lustfully, “Yeah, every time you wear those dress pants or your grey sweats. Just whenever you dress up and down basically, I can’t get the thought out of my head. Everything’s just hot about you, to be quite honest, whenever you—”

“God this fucking mouth just doesn’t shut up, huh?” he suddenly grabs a bunch of your hair, tilting your head back forcefully. You release a whine from the sting, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care. “Open,” he growls, and you obey. “Suck on my dick like a good girl.”

Jimin gasps when you wrap your lipstick-stained mouth around his cock, lathering your tongue around his head teasingly. Covering his dick with your spit, you suck deeper, bobbing your head up and down slowly. Without losing eye contact, you give him a playful wink.

“Little slut,” he tsk-ed as he abruptly thrusts his hips, making you gag. The sound created deep waves of pleasure all over Jimin’s body, riling him up. “Don’t you try to tease me, petal.” He grips your hair tighter, shoving more of his cock down your throat, “We both know who’s in control here.”

“Mnggf,” you mumble, forcing your eyes open as it grows heavier and heavier with him pushing your head closer to his pubic bone, gagging and choking around his cock. Spit dribbles down from your chin, and Jimin seizes the opportunity to wipe your saliva with his thumb. He sucks on the digit seductively, making direct eye contact with you. You mewled from the hot sight, eyes watering.

Jimin grunts as he starts to fuck your throat, your red lips trying to take his dick made him crazy. He leans forward, forcing your head all the way, and he hikes your dress up to your waist. He suddenly delivers a harsh, loud spank on your ass. You gag uncontrollably, your stomach fluttering as he spanks you for a second time.

“This ass is mine, petal, yeah? You belong to me.”

He pulls his cock out for a moment to let you breath, slapping the head right against your cheek. You felt so dirty, but you like the feeling of being used.

Opening your mouth with your tongue sticking out, Jimin slaps his dick against the wet muscle. He groans from the feeling, tugging on your hair harshly. “Dirty little slut,” he chuckles, “you love my dick, hm?”

He thrusts in and out, ignoring your gags, ignoring how your hands fumbled to grab a hold of the sheets. Your pussy was dripping wet, clit throbbing in need.

He forces your head down until your nose touches his pubic bone once again, before finally pulling out. A thick, messy string of saliva connects from your wet lips and to the tip of his cock. Jimin growls, “Fuck, such a cockslut you are. You wanna be fucked baby? You want me to fuck you hard and rough, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” you instantly reply with a slightly hoarse voice, “Want your cock in me.”

A fire ignites inside Jimin’s veins and he suddenly snaps, flipping your body down so that you lay on your back. He roughly hikes your dress up, impatient. “All I can think about if we went to the party is ripping this dress off of you. You wouldn’t want that, do you?”

You shake your head no, biting your lip.

He helps you pull the piece of clothing off, raising his brows up when he sees that you’re not even wearing a bra. He tilts his head to the side and sighs, “Ah, petal, you’re so fucking beautiful. A reason not to share you with anyone.” Quickly diving his head down, he wraps his mouth around your perked nipple as his hand occupied the other one. He nips on the erect bud with his teeth, smirking when he hears you squeal. He flicks his tongue fervently up and down, sending quick shocks of pleasure to your core.

“Mhmm, Jimin, please, please fuck me already,” you beg, but he only chuckles.

“Is that all you can do to beg, petal? C’mon my baby girl can do much better than that.”

Your boyfriend crawls down, his face right in front of your wet pussy. He groans, inhaling your scent. He sees the wet patch on your panties, and he uses his fingers to delicately stroke your pussy against the thin clothing. You involuntarily close your legs together, but he firmly pushes it back open with a grunt. “Keep your legs open for me, petal.”

Bringing his hand to your core, he uses his thumb to gently apply pressure on your needy clit. He bites his lip, inspecting your reaction.

Your cheeks were flushed, eyebrows contorted in frustration, “Please…” you whisper.

“I told you petal, beg.”

“A-aahh, Jimin! Oh god!” He suddenly prods his tongue right on your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud. He wasn’t using any hands, just his tongue accompanied by the friction of your panties. The corner of his mouth crooks up, liking how your buck your hips up in need, tugging his hair.

“Beg.” He growls, finally pushing your underwear down. His eyes shine with lust when he sees that your pussy was dripping in slick. “Beg, or I won’t fuck you.”

You find it difficult to talk when he was licking bold stripes from your entrance and up to flick on your clit, your heart pounding out of your chest. You try your best to speak despite all of your moans and whines of pleasure. His tongue was so long. His eyes staring at you with a menacing look that made your cunt clench around nothing. He flicks your clit frantically, making it hard for you to breathe.

“Please, Jimin, please fuck me. Fuck me rough – ohh yeah – fuck me however you want, I don’t care. Please – aahh! Just let me feel your cock inside me. Please please please, Jimin, I’m begging you!” He gives one final suck on your clit, pulling at it with his lips. You almost came then and there.

He chuckles, stroking your thigh, “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

Jimin flips you over and instructs you to be on your hands and knees. He grunts when your pussy was out there all in display, just for him. “Fuck, so pretty,” he runs his hand on your ass, admiring your curves and your wet cunt, “Only for me.” A hand comes down your butt once again, spanking you.

He positions his cock right against your entrance, teasingly prodding his tip in and out of your pussy. You whimper, wiggling your ass in need.

“Ah ah ah,” he warns, slapping your ass again, harder. Your body jolts forward from the sudden harsh blow. “Stay still.”

He teases the head in and out of your hole, coating the tip with your wetness. Your arms claw on the sheets in desire, your stomach curling. His dick stretches you out real good. The girth of his cock made you feel blissful as your cunt tried its best to take it all. Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, gripping your hips possessively as he pushes further in. “Holy fuuuuck,” he draws out, smirking as he feels your pussy sucking him in, “you feel so fucking good, petal.”

He watches how your entrance stretches around his cock deliciously, your juices covering his shaft. “Shit, look at you, cunt so good for me, hm?” he starts to thrust in a slow pace, waiting for you to adjust, “Cunt feels so fucking good.”

“Mhmm, l-love your cock,” you stutter while your arms fail you to keep your strength, your upper body falling onto the sheets, ass up in the air.

The new position caused Jimin to go deeper, hitting all the right nerves that’ll make you closer to your edge. He fucks you faster and harder, his grip obviously leaving red marks on your skin from how tight he was holding you, sweat forming on both of your bodies.

He was thrusting his hips so hot and blissfully, making your cunt clench around him. Jimin grunts, “Oh, fucking hell petal, do that again or I’ll cum inside you.”

His words send currents throughout your body, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as his dirty words did something to you. Jimin gasps, feeling how you clench around him again, but this time tighter.

“Ohh, you like that, huh? Like being a disobedient brat?” he growls while leaning closer to your ear, fucking you balls deep.

“Jimin! Yes, fuck,” you pant, your hips meeting his as you felt his balls slap against your pussy with each thrust.

“Mhmm, you like the thought of my cum inside you, huh? Filling you up? Make this tummy round with my kids? Your pussy trying to take all of my cum, trying its best to keep it all in.” Jimin chuckles darkly, snaking a hand down to play with your clit.

“Yeah, o-oh my god!”

“What a filthy little slut I have right here, huh?” your body shudders when he carelessly slaps your clit, the action bringing your orgasm closer. He does it again, harder, as he bites the shell of your ear, “You want your tight pussy to be drenched in cum, yeah? Ohh you like that?” he laughs, his tone as if mocking you.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, let me cum Jimin,” you say breathlessly, burying your face on the mattress as your hands gripped on the white sheets. Jimin feels your cunt tightening, and he allows you. “Go, petal. You can cum.”

“Fuck yes,” your jaw drops when a powerful rush of intense pleasure erupt from your core and throughout your body, your mind going blank as you can only focus on the euphoric feeling. But Jimin doesn’t stop. He controls his own edge and he flips you on your back, your legs finally relaxing but the burn from your previous orgasm doesn’t go away.

“Jimin, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you huff, knowing that you’re already going to hell anyway so you can curse all that you like.

“One more, petal. Cum around my fat cock one more time.”

He fucks you harder and rougher that you did not even know was possible. He uses his right hand to cup your cheek as he props his forearms down between your head. Jimin whispers in your ear, “You know I’m not actually going to cum inside you, yeah?”

You still find the energy to giggle at him but was immediately cut off when he starts pounding his dick right on your g-spot. You wrap your legs around his hips, giving him more room to fuck you. “I-I know, aaahhh shit, I’m not r-ready to have kids.”

“I know, but remember that you’re gonna have them with me.”

Your heart suddenly flutters uncontrollably from his sentence.

A painful pleasure starts to form down your core, your cunt covering his dick with your previous orgasm as he fucks you into another one. Jimin looked so good, some strands of hair sticking onto his forehead, his pretty lips bruised from all of the lip bites while his expression was just hot. He longed for this in so long, and he’s taking all of the time in the world to fuck you.

The temperature in the room gets hotter and hotter, your bodies sticky with sweat but none of you cares. He grabs a hold of your left leg and hikes it upon his shoulder, providing him a new position, his dick reaching places that were never been touched before. Your breath hikes up, back arching in immense pleasure while Jimin groans. “Yeah, that’s it, feel my dick so deep inside you? Bet no one’s ever fucked you this good?”

He gives you one particular, hard thrust, making you throw your head back. “Answer me petal, do I make you feel good?”

“Mmm, yes, oh god. Y-you’re the fucking best, Jimin.”

“Good girl,” he praise, feeling his balls getting heavier, his climax drawing closer, “This cunt is mine, get it? Mmmh, you’re mine and only mine. No one will get to look at you like this, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

Your second orgasm blows harder than the first, your hands coiling into tight fists and your toes curling from the intense pleasure bomb. It stings, yet the pain was intoxicatingly good. You were making a mess on the sheets, drenching his cock further. “Shit, that’s good, keep creaming on my cock like that baby, yeaaah.”

His thrusts were getting sloppier, signaling that he was close. He croons his head down to your neck and starts to lick the purple bruises he marked earlier. Groans and moans fill the air, and the wet squelching sounds of his cock pounding your pussy drove the two of you crazy.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he rasps, “I’m gonna cum, petal. Shit, where do you want me?”

“S-Somewhere not in my vagina, Jimin,” you choked.

You can catch him roll his eyes, making you grin. He pulls out and starts to pump his messy cock, using your juices as lubrication as he brings himself to his edge. Jimin throws his head back, watching him spurt his hot cum on your stomach, some up to your chin. He came so hard, his biceps and abs flexing in the process. “Holy fuuuuuck, petal,” he grunts as he kept going. You watch him with hooded eyes, breathing heavily as you tried your best to relax.

Jimin pumps himself until the very last drip, plopping down beside you. He runs a hand over his face, huffing out a breath, “Oh my fucking god, you’re the best, petal.” He turns his head to give you a gentle kiss, “Thank you.”

“Mmm, there’s no need for thanks, Jimin. But I’d suggest you clean me up—”

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, got it.” He quickly scrambles to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. You giggle when you stare at his bare ass.

Even his butt was bigger than yours.

a/n: Thanks so much for reading! I love you <3

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Strangers to Lovers

You just finished your 13-hour shift at the hospital. You were sweaty and hot, your hair sticking to your forehead, clothing wrinkled from hours of use. You were in the midst of leaving, having grabbed your bag from the hangers when you noticed something square resting on one of the break room tables.

You walk towards it, realizing it was a phone before reaching for it. Pressing the home button, you instantly recognize the owner. The lock screen was a picture of Barbra Lake, your co-worker as well as your best friend in the office, and her son hugging.

You smiled at the photo before sighing. Oh Barbra. She was probably in a rush to get home for her son without even realizing she forgot her phone. You scoop it up and place it in your backpack. Guess your shower will have to wait a bit.

Driving to her house, you hum a tune in the car as you steer. Pulling up on the driveway, you step out of your car and walk up to the front door. Knocking, you heard voices yelling inside. Growing concerned, you knock a few more times before hearing more yelling before it settles.

You wait a few seconds before knocking again. You could hear footsteps walking towards the door, as a voice shouted "Blinky!" before the door opened. In front of you was a man. 6ft tall, wearing a blue button-up with a brown sweater and black pants, man. Was Barbra on a date.. Straight after work?

"Hello!" He said, smiling down at you. You snapped back in from zoning out, eyes shooting forward and up into his.

"Ah, hello." You smile, "Is Barbra home..?" You lean to the side to try and look inside but the man blocks your view. Just then, Jim comes running from behind the eccentric stranger.

"Y/n? Why are you here?" He asks as he pushes the other male away from the door.

"I'm looking for Barbra, she left her phone in the office before leaving today." You hold up the phone and wiggle it. The young boy sighs and places a hand on his forehead, muttering words.

"Oh mom.." Speak of the devil. The overworked doctor strolls into the front area, holding a small piece of paper before spotting you.

"Y/n?" Coming towards the door, Jim moves out of the way so you could step inside. You enter the house and smile at the doctor, holding her phone in your hand.

"You forgot something." Jim shuts the door behind you and stands next to the man as you and his mother chat. Handing her the phone, she thanks you and introduces you to the male known as 'Mr.Blink-heh', he corrects her. Giving her a quickly hushed whisper, your thoughts were denied about their relationship. Apparently, he was Jim's guidance counsler.

"A pleasure to meet you miss Y/n." Holding his hand out, he gives you a bright smile. Taking his hand in your own, you glance down only for a second, noticing the size difference between your two body parts. His large fingers wrap around your hand, grazing softly upon your skin as you shake. All too soon he lets go, your eyes darting back up towards his.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr.Blink-heh." Your hand dangles by your side, the warmth of his hand vanishing. His words left you flustered, intriguing you to learn more about him. So polite, so tall, so handsome. His stature screamed awkward, which you found adorable.

"You can call me Blinky." He whispered in your ear as the Lakes talked. You froze, not wanting to move as he speaks so close to you. Looking towards him, you nod with a smile, turning back quickly as you felt your cheeks growing red at such close interaction. You had felt his breath on your neck.

The Lakes turned back towards you and Blinky, eyes chimed with a glint of curiosity as they both eyed you and the man. You coughed. "Well, I should get home. I don't want to stink up your house." Cue laughter.

"It was nice having you over, even for a short while," Barbra says, standing by the shoe rack. "Thank you for the phone too, I don't know what I would have done." She chuckles. You do the same and nod, turning your body to face the door, eyes still on the women. Your hand moves to the knob, feeling you have a good idea of the placement before your hand encases something large and warm.

A body is out of the corner of your eyes, your head turns to the warmth. Your hand was around Blinky's, placed onto the golden knob. "Oh! Sorry!" You remove your hand, embarrassed.

"Allow me," His lips lift, twisting the knob to open the door for you. You stare at the gentleman who opened the door for you. Flushing furiously, you giggle in an awkward way, shifting your weight from feet to feet. You didn't want to leave.

"Ah, thank you." You go to walk out, into the warm air of the summer. You stop, turning around. "Can I- Urgh- Would you like to meet again? If you want..?" Damn your under-confidence. You sounded so stupid, of course, he wouldn't want to meet you again.

"Absolutely! That would be wonderful." Wait, what? "Allow me to place my digits into your mobile device."

"My mobi-? Oh! My phone? Yeah, yeah, just let me.." You quickly grabbed your phone from your back pocket, unlocking it for him. Giving him your phone, he does the same. You exchange numbers, your heart giddy at the rising excitement from this transaction. You've never really dated a lot, tried to in high school. No one took interest in you.

But, this man you only just met minutes prior, has done more things to you than anything that's gotten your heart racing in all your years. He handed back your phone, shakey hands grabbing from his large ones, to be placed once again into your back pocket. Your eyes trace him one last time before thanking him and running down the stone steps of the Lakes house.

Once you were in your car, driving mindlessly to your house, only was it then you realized your best friend and her son had watched you in your virgin daze. Fuckkkkkk- that is so embarrassing. You chuckled at the thought as your cheeks flushed.

Once you got home, you were in the midst of brushing your teeth when your phone dinged. Picking it up, it was a text from Blinky. Wow, he doesn't wait. Smiling as you read the text, you squeal once you've finished. "I would like to invite you to an outing next Saturday. I await your response."

You text back immediately, saying of course you'd go. The date- was it a date? Oh, you hope it's a date- was planned for 1 Pm. Meeting at the local cafe, you honestly couldn't wait 4 days. Giddy all night, it was a pain to wake up at 4 for your next shift. Teasing the next day from Barbra was foretold.

You got through the week even with you sitting at your closet for hours, deciding what to wear. Finally, today was the day you've been waiting for. A little 'too' excited for. You chose your clothes yesterday, after throwing at least your whole wardrobe on the floor in your decision-making.

Taking a shower, just to be extra clean. You wonder what he'll be wearing. What should you talk about? You hoped the conversation wouldn't be too awkward, especially on the first date. Oh, you hope you won't be too awkward, you were known to freeze up with attractive men. Thinking about his smile from 5 days ago, you blushed. What an attractive man indeed..

You finished your shower, skin red with steam and heat. Dressing in the chosen outfit, you glanced at your phone. No texts. Not to worry, Blinky was so not the type of guy to ditch. Or was he..? You decided not to worry too much, slipping on your shoes before heading off. The trip wasn't too far, you lived remotely close to it as Arcadia wasn't that big of a town.

Picking a spot outside, you ordered 2 glasses of water as you waited for the man of the hour. 5 minutes pass and you anxiously glance at your phone, your glass half empty. Your worries were soon put to rest as you saw Blinky run out from the corner.

"Ah, Blinky!" You smiled, watching as he tipped his head down.

"A thousand apologies for making you wait miss Y/n." He panted as he sat down, spotting the water before picking it up and chugging it.

"Please, just call me Y/n. Miss sounds a bit formal doesn't it?" You joke, laughing as he set the glass down.

"Perhaps, but it fits a lady like you." Your eyes widened before a blush settled into your cheeks. 2 sentences down and you're already red? Yeesh.

"So how have you been?" Scooting closer in your chair, you rest your hands on the table as you looked at him.

"Ah, excellent now in your company. The past few days have been quite busy.." You take a sip of water, hiding your smile.

"That's too bad. At least now you can relax a bit." You grabbed a menu and opened it, scanning the options. As you were scanning, you heard him grunt before he slapped a hand over his cheek. Looking over the sealed paper, you raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

"Nope! Just a mosquito." He didn't move his hand, which made you wonder even more, but you continued looking over the menu.

"Ooh! Look at number 5 on the menu, maybe we should share it?" You suggest. He groans once more, before hearing a clacking noise. You peer over the menu again, staring at him in worry.

"Are you ok?" You place the menu down, reaching a hand over the table.

"Marvelous!" He shouts, picking up the menu as he hides his face. What in the world..? As you grew concerned, your eyes widened at what was happening.

"Blinky, your skin- you're turning blue. I don't mean to alarm you but I think you're having a heart attack." He continues groaning before smoke appears from his face. "And.. Are you smoking?"

"A filthy habit, I really must admit." He laughs before standing up. "Excuse me, I have to use the facilities, I'll only be a moment." He takes the menu, covering his face, and runs into the restaurant. What just happened.

You shake your head. Ok, serious. He may actually be having a heart attack. You're a doctor, this is your job. You rush into the restaurant and near the men's bathroom as someone was yelling for a doctor. "I'll check on him." You say to the man, rushing inside the bathroom.

You move towards the only closed stall and knock. "Blinky, I'm a doctor I can help you. Please open up!" You knock again.

"I'm fine! Really, nothing to see here." A clicking shuffle. Alright, that's it.

"I'm coming in!" You yell, kicking the door. He screams and you can feel resistance on the door but you continue kicking before it opens. "Ah thank god, Blinky are you ok- AHHH!" You scream, looking at what's before you. A trollish creature with blue skin, 4 arms, and 6 eyes look down upon you.

He screams, 2 of his lower hands moving down to cover his groin as the upper ones cover his chest. "AHHH! What are you?!" You yell, backing up. He stops screaming as bends down to pick up a brown coat, much too small for him, and covers his waist.

"Y/n! I did not want you to see me like this.. But alas, it was bound to happen." His voice sounds familiar... And that coat!

"Blinky?!" You cautiously near closer, looking upwards at the frightened troll.

"Yes, that is me. I'm sorry for lying Y/n, honestly." His upper hands play with themselves, rubbing into the stone as he nervously looks at you.

"N-nevermind that. Do you- can you get out of here? We could go to my house and discuss all.. This," you gesture towards him, "I don't think a restaurant bathroom is a good spot for an explanation." He nodded, agreeing.

"I would, but I burn in daylight. If you could cover me with something... Aha! The table cloth should work." You nodded, scurrying towards the door.

"Uh, ok. Stay there!" You yell, rushing out the door and outside. You were wondering how you'd get past everyone in the restaurant, but you suppose you could just run. You grabbed the cloth, pulling it from the table before balling it up and running back towards the stall.

"Ok, I got it." You handed it to him as he awkwardly drapes it over himself. He exits the stall, stumbling a bit under the sheet, and tries to find your hand. You hold it from over the sheet, noticing the significate size difference of his real hand over yours. "I'm gonna lead you out and to my car. We'll have to run, so just trust me, alright?"

"Gasp! An automobile!" You smiled and pulled him out, running past the other guests as you hear the fast taps of stone feet behind you. You run outside, the breezy air rushing through your hair as you spot your car.

Stopping in front of it, you quickly unlock it and push the troll inside. "Ompf!" He adjusts himself inside as you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine, and backing up. "What a rush." He chuckles before looking around.

"I've never stolen anything before." You say, heart racing as you drive. "But that was fun!" You smile. He laughs and fiddles with the windows, head peeking out from the sheet. You got to your house fast, enhanced by your adrenaline and illegal speeding. You urshed the large white sheet inside the house as soon as you got the front door unlocked.

"Phew!" You pressed your back against the wooden door, wiping your forehead. Your eyes turn up to the still troll, stilling wearing the sheet, in the middle of your hallway. "You can take the sheet off Blinky." You laughed. It looked as if a failed attempt at a ghost costume.

"Ah, yes.." He slowly lifts it up, removing it from his body. Now, you can actually get a good look at the troll before you. He was so.. Large. Around 7ft, with 6 eyes that bore deeply into yours. You've never seen anything like him.

You pick yourself up and move towards the couch, gesturing him to follow. "Why don't we sit down and.. Talk. Oh- I can make some tea if you'd like? It would be just as we planned, but in a house!" You smiled, joking, and turned around.

His face bore a worried expression, brows furrowed and down. You grew concerned. "Blinky? Is something wrong?" His eyes meet yours as he shakes his head.

"Ah, yes- no. Well.. I did not intend to meet like this. I'm terribly sorry I lied about my true form, Y/n." He neared you until he was in front of you. Both sets of hands played with their fingers.

"Blinky.." You sat down onto the couch, pulling him down with you. You settled your legs under your knees, sinking into the plush as you turned to him. "Don't be sorry. I'm surprised, yes, but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Just because you've changed physically doesn't mean I want to break things off. You're still the same Blinky I like." You smiled, placing a soft hand upon his arm.

He nodded, lips lifting into a curve. 6 eyes stared at your hand, for quite a few seconds before they shot to your face. "Y/n.. It may be a bit soon to share this but, over the few days we've known each other, the time you've blessed me with.." He stopped for a moment, figuring out the right words to say.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you understood what was so hard for him to spout. In all honestly, you felt the same. It was a little rushed, but everything felt so right with him. You instantly clicked, so you finished his sentence for him. "I like you too."

...

"Oh by Deya's grace, thank you." He grabbed your hand from his arm, holding it in his palm as you both smile. Both sitting content, holding hands in comfortable silence. You weren't sure what to say next, so you decided to lean in.

"Can I..?" You whisper, face nearing his.

"You may..?" He sounded confused as to what you were referring to, but as your lips touched his, he soon melted into your actions. You pushed yourself inwards, your hand resting upon his shoulder for balance as your other was still encased in his. He wrapped his lower hands around your waist, as you continued your slightly awkward first kiss.

His jaw was incredibly large, with tusks that could tear through you easily, yet he made an effort to press lightly into you. You never thought it would be this erotic, this one tiny kissed has turned your head inside out. Your thighs clenched as your hand clutched onto his shoulder, your hands fiddling with his overall strap.

Breaking away for air, you pant as you both stare into each other. "That was.." He's one word short again, so you finish his thoughts with the only word you could think of.

"Breathtaking." You breathe out with what little air he kept for you. His cheeks shone blue, making you wonder what was underneath his stone skin just for a moment before other matters called to you. You wanted more.

"Exactly." His lower hands pulled you further towards him if that was possible. You decided to reposition yourself so that you were in his lap, legs draped over his waist, touching the couch with your feet. You pulled your arms around his large neck and leaned in.

"Let's do it again." Words from your tone, needy and breathy, his actions immediately matching. Your lips touched once more, more serious. More.. Vicious. One of his upper hands places itself softly on the back of your head, tilting it away from his teeth as you press into him. Your hands softly melt into his skin, sliding up to his cheeks, caressing the foreign texture.

Suddenly feeling your weight shifting, gravity pulled you down as you were flipped onto your back, softly pressing into the couch. Hand on your hand all the way down, he broke the kiss momentarily as he changed you. Hovering over you, you suddenly felt very small. And you... Liked it?

His lips met yours once more, eagerly wanting more of you. A knee had been placed in between your legs, making your foot fall slightly off the sofa. You pant through the kiss, not getting enough air to your head from all this time spent making out. He broke away, giving you time to breathe.

"Now I see why you humans like that so much." He grinned as he leaned over you. His hand came up from your waist to touch your cheek, softly caressing as you blush.

"You're good, for a beginner." You stick your tongue out in a playful manner. He chuckled, moving back up and away from you. You softly pouted but settled yourself back onto your butt. Your eyes gaze away from him and towards your wooden stairs. "Why don't we," You look back towards him, his 6 eyes connecting with yours, "take this to my bedroom. You know, the bed is probably more comfortable than the couch." You wink.

He seems to get the hint, looking a bit flustered yet nodding at the same time. Picking yourself up, you excitedly run towards the stairs, fanning your heated face as you hear the creak of steps from his stone feet following closely behind.

You both get to the room, closing the door as he sits on the mattress. You decide to make the first move or 3rd. Sauntering over, you swing your legs over his hips, sitting into his lap. "Is this alright?" You whisper, your eyes slowly turning upwards to meet his. Dark red pierce your own. Almost as if in a trance, he nods slowly.

"Yes.. That's- You're alright." You softly swing your hips, circling in his lap.

"Just alright?" He's definitely felt you, 2 hands immediately clutching onto your hips.

"No!" He stampers, "You're exquisite. Just having you in my lap is an honor." Your cheeks flushed as you giggled, holding a hand up to your mouth.

"Well, that was quite a compliment. Your lap is rather comfy." You supposed it was due to his thick overalls. Sliding a hand up his stomach, you clutch onto his straps with both hands. Giving a soft tug, you lean up and into his face. Giving him a slow, soft kiss, you felt his hands rub into the fabric of your shirt.

"Blinky, I really want you. Like, a lot." You break away, your hold on his straps falling. "But I understand if you want to stop. We can take it slow, I won't be offended." Folding your hands in your own lap, you sat still and waited for an answer.

He looked down at you, raising a hand to cup your face. "Y/n," he softly smiled, "I would be more than happy to experience this with you." Your worries melted away. Taking his hand in your own, you leaned into his touch further.

"Then please, touch me." You knew it was a tad selfish of you to say that, but you were so in need. His.. Him.. He was definitely not making it easy not to be aroused. Everything about his new, or original form, was just so breathtaking. You wanted to learn more about him, in every day, but first, you have to deal with the issue between your legs.

You directed him to undress you, first pulling off your shirt, and with a little help from you, your bra. Next was your pants, you shimmied them off a bit uncomfortably but that, and your underwear, were long gone. Now, you sat naked in the lap of your lover.

"Now.. Touch my boobs. Like, rub the nipple, twist, or, lick." You wink at the last part as you arch your back towards him. He understands and moves his upper hands to your chest, his lower holding the bottom of your back and around your waist. You smile as his large hands wrap around your molds, heated stone giving you a very nice feeling.

He was a fast learner, twisting your nipples with a soft force. He began twisting, pulling. Your thighs clenched as he leaned down, head towards your chest. Moving his hand, he takes your right nipple into his mouth. You pant softly as your skin is encased in heat. A wet muscle hit your tit, swirling around it. You gasped, a shock of arousal hitting you. So he does have a tongue.

Taking his time with you, he switches over to the other one once he's thoroughly coated your tit with his saliva. "Ah, you're so soft." He moves his head over, rubbing the skin around your waist to enhance his comment. You chuckle, raising your hands up to his head, softly combing through azure hair before finding long ears.

"And you're very good with your tongue.." You think whilst rubbing his stone ears. "Wonder what else you could do with it." He moves his head up from your chest, stopping in front of you.

"Teach me." And so you did. Flipping positions, you now lay on your back as he leans over you. He shuffles back so his head is in front of your loosely closed legs. Setting his upper hands on your inner thighs, he slowly judges them apart.

You lean up, crunched at your stomach as you explain to him your parts. "Now, this is the clitoris, it's just for stimulating pleasure. You can use your fingers or mouth. And down here," You point to your entrance, "is the grand finale.." You thought for a second. "Do you have.. The part?" Looking between your pelvis and his eyes, he seemed to get the hint.

"Yes, I do have the male organ." He laughed, "Most trolls have both of the 'sets' as you call them, female and male."

"Wow.." You lean back down. Feeling him come closer, you twitch as you feel his nose pressed against you. It moved higher up, and you gasped as you felt his mouth open, tongue sliding from between his teeth to touch you. Shivering as he slid the muscle up and down, it covered the entirety of you. You didn't realize until now how big his tongue actually was.

Feeling him start focusing on your clit, you shivered and twitched as you were pleasured. Hands felt around your waist, as well as your legs. He groped and rubbed at your skin, almost as if petting you.

You felt your core tighten, your thighs already starting to clench. He was just too good. Such a fast learner. Your hands threw themselves down, searching for anything to grab onto. Fingertips felt hard, pointed stone. You looked down at found you were holding onto his horns. He hadn't made any complaint, so you let them be.

You burned, so close. So close! The grip on his horns tightened as you started bucking wildly into his mouth. He held on and allowed you so, riding out your orgasm as you cry out. "Oh god!" As you finished, you leaned back into the mattress and released his horns. Your thighs twitched in his hold. He leaned up, looking pleased with himself seeing you worn out.

"I'm glad I was acceptable." He spoke softly, rubbing into your thighs as you pant.

"That was- You were amazing." You smiled, looking up at him. "Why don't you take off your overalls?"

He did so quickly, snapping the hooks off and placing the cloth on the ground. There, both of you sat on the bed, naked. Sitting on your butt in front of him, you rubbed up from his belly to his chest. "So, all I see is stone. How do we make you, y'know." It felt a little embarrassing to be this needy, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Ah, you need to coax me open." He leaned onto his back and spread his legs. You nodded and shimmied over to him. Feeling a little unsure, you move your hand to stroke his pelvis. He shivered. You'll take that as a good sign. Softly stroking up and down, it was only moments later until plates moved, revealing..

3 Tentacles. A shocked expression pierced your face as you stared at the wriggling pieces of muscle. "Those are my primary sex, the larger one is the functioning one. The smaller ones serve as stimulation adders." Well, this, is, new. And,

You like it.

Your hand lifted, nearing the appendages as they swing towards you. He twitched as you touched the slippery phalluses. Softly stroking, you grinned as he let out a soft moan. Pounding. You were so ready. Removing your hand, you lifted yourself and sat upon his stomach. Tentacles wriggled against your butt, searching for an entrance.

You placed your hand on his chest and lean down. Taking his lips between yours, you share a soft and tender kiss. He snaked his hands around you, pressing into your waist and chest. You break away and lick your lips, shifting backward before leaning up.

You situate yourself above the larger one, slowly coming down. You wince as he enters you, the tentacle feeling larger than it looks. He supports your weight as you come down, holding you in the air as he stretches into you.

Finally, you're sat on his stomach, feeling his muscle exploring your walls. "You're.. Really big.." You pant, adjusting to his size as you hold onto a hand wrapped around your waist.

"You feel amazing.." His smaller tentacles swirl around your inner thighs, coating your skin with unknown juices. You decide to try and move. Coming up from his belly, you sink down a little faster than before. You're pretty sure he hit further inside you as you hear him groan loudly.

You feel no more pain, so you try again. And it feels delightful. Oh, he fits perfectly inside you. Encased in your walls for no more than seconds, sliding himself in and out does wonder for the old troll.

You start to lean on his chest, your thighs burn as you slide him in and out. "So good.." You moan out. You guess you started getting sloppy, so he grips your waist as pumps into you hard. You gasp, him hitting inside you so fast felt like something otherworldly, and you guessed it probably applied here.

You clutched onto him as he lifted his hips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Neither speaks, too consumed with pleasure. You felt your orgasm coming, it was so close. Just a little more.. He hits a spot, and you come. Crying out, it's so powerful tears weld in your eyes. You try and breathe but he keeps pounding into you.

Smaller phalluses saunter upwards, reaching in between your folds. They circle your clit, and you shudder from over-stimulation. He makes somewhat of a honking noise, and you feel a warm sensation engulf you. Softly bucking, he slows down until he's completely done. Knees falling, you both lie in silence and exhaustion. His tentacles fall flaccid.

You lift your hips and feel him slide out, as well as drips of white liquid. You puff out air, not caring to clean up just yet. Hearing a soft click, you realize his sex has been put away, giving you space to fully lay on him.

Caressing his hands over your waist, you lean up and give him a small peck on his cheek. He smiles down at you with an award-winning smile. "We can definitely make this work."

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