Please Let Me Breathe...

please let me breathe...

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Every time a new chapter is updated I feel like it's the best chapter of the story until the next one comes. Good Boy is that one story I'm looking forward to every single time and it is never disappointing! ❤

I love Jimin's character and his slow but steady progress around her as well as I love the way she switches between two different kind of approaches when it comes to her sexual games (praise & degradation) — I just love their dynamic and how they're both trying to make it work even though it's not that easy at times.

Good Boy ‖ fourteen

An invitation to a Christmas gathering at Taehyung’s place turns into an opportunity for you and Jimin to explore new territory.

⤑ word count:  10k ⤑ genre: sub!jimin, smut, non-idol!au ⤑ pairing:  jimin x reader ⤑ warnings: smut [handjob], dirty talk, size humiliation, light degradation, mentions of pegging ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ read on AO3

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The longer you knew Jimin, the better you understood him and his intentions. One of your favorite things about Jimin was that he knew what things were too personal and he never brought them up in order not to ruin the mood.

After he met the man that made you so miserable back when you were younger and more naive, you were happy that Jimin didn’t feel the need to discuss the whole thing, even though it had to be shocking for him too. After all, you’d already told him everything he needed to know and you saw no point in picking old wounds and explaining it any further. Nothing good would come out of it.

The longer you knew Jimin, the better you understood his shyness. Of course, he’d already explained to you why he felt the way he did, how long those thoughts plagued him, and what type of progress he’d made, and you appreciated all of those things. But, you also noticed that Jimin was still reserved in public, around people, including his friends, but you didn’t push him. If he gave you that same respect, you were going to give it right back without assuming it was all about you.

So, when Christmas came around and Jimin invited you to have dinner at Taehyung’s place, you immediately noticed the shakiness of his voice, which cracked by the end of the sentence he tried so hard to get out. You instantly noticed it because he was making progress around you and his voice never faltered unless you were talking about something that made him really anxious, like sexual stuff and, apparently, hanging out with his friends.

You were studying together in the library for hours and then he asked you to accompany him. The fact that he waited so long to ask you only told you it took Jimin a while to gather the courage to even ask. Clearly, this dinner was important to him.

Could you blame him for being scared of asking?

Who would want to take a girl who humiliates them for fun to hang out with all their friends? Jimin was probably scared you’d treat him the same way you treated him when it was just the two of you, but you hoped he knew that would never happen. You’d never show his friends any signs of your private dynamic.

This time, though, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and asked Jimin if he was nervous about you coming with him. There were things that you both wanted to keep to yourself, but this was something you had to touch on, at least, even if it was too personal.

“Jimin, are you sure you want me to come?” you kept your voice low, so the conversation would stay between the two of you, even though the library was empty at this time. “You seem kind of worried about it, and I don’t want to go if my being there will make you uncomfortable.”

Jimin gulped loudly and then looked into your eyes. “No, I want you to come. I just… Don’t know how my friends will react.”

“To you bringing me as a date?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. Did his friends have something against the two of you dating? Taehyung, for one, loved the idea, and you were sure nobody else had anything against it. Why would they?

“No,” Jimin shook his head. “They’re all excited that we… Spend more time together now. I mean about the… Our thing.”

You leaned in, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and leaning in very close to his ear, “You think I would tell your friends about the toys you like to use or about you coming in your pants for me so often?”

You enjoyed watching him blush but smile through it because the memories were as pleasant for him as they were for you. Just a couple of days earlier, you got Jimin to come in his pants in public and the look on his face kept you up at night. It was cold outside, so he looked really pale but his cheeks got flustered because he felt that what the two of you were doing was wrong.

You whispered really nasty things to him—things you wanted to do to him, things he wanted to do to you, things you’d do with other people in front of him, anything that could get his mind and dick going, and it worked. He came with a grunt, and his cheeks instantly got red when he realized he was in public with a stain forming around his cock. Luckily, he was wearing black jeans and it wasn’t even visible to those who didn’t know what they were looking at.

Again, the library was not the place to be thinking about Jimin’s cock or the things you wanted to do to him to get him all worked up. You were there to study and to talk about this dinner party, apparently.

Jimin then cleared his throat and sneaked a glance your way. “Maybe,” he admitted, to which you immediately shook your head.

“Minnie… I’d never do that,” you told him, trying to sound as serious as you felt. “It’s between us. I may tease you, but not in front of other people. You know that, right?”

Jimin nodded but didn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, sure,” he said and got back to reading again, so you dropped the subject and hoped he knew you were serious about it.

On your way back home, while Jimin was explaining how complicated the dance he was practicing was, you kept thinking about the dinner thing. It was actually sad that he was worried about bringing you around his friend group, instead of being happy you two could share the experience together. Normal people didn’t have these worries, you realized. If he was dating a nice girl, like Natalie, he’d take her there without even giving it a second thought.

It took him at least three hours to ask you to join him, granted he found out right before you two met up, which probably wasn’t the case.

“Hey, Jimin, sorry, my mind’s not in it,” you stopped him mid-sentence, feeling guilt for being unable to concentrate on something that important to him. “I’m thinking about the dinner at Taehyung’s and I just want to tell you that it will be okay. Please, don’t worry about me showing or telling anyone anything about us.”

“Okay,” Jimin nodded with a sigh. “I didn’t really think you would say anything.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t. What’s between us stays there, right?” you asked and reached out for his hand, to which he intertwined his fingers with yours. “So, please, don’t worry about me embarrassing you in front of your friends and saying anything of that sort in front of others.”

“That’s good to know,” Jimin grinned and kept walking, so you followed too, hand in hand. “I was just worried that people would notice how we are around one another and figure it out, I guess.”

“How we are?” you wondered what he meant by that. Did you act strange around others? You didn’t really think so. You, for one, loved teasing him, but that was about it. You didn’t do it when other people could see or hear, so you were sure nobody knew what was really going on.

“I, I mean, we uh, we aren’t, uh, the most conventional people out there when we’re uh, together, I think,” Jimin mumbled his way to the end of the sentence with a knot in his throat.

“Do you mean because we’re not exactly touchy-feely or because we don’t have sex but play with each other or something else?” you asked shamelessly, completely forgetting that even a question like that could get Jimin flustered, which it did.

Jimin looked around as if he was wondering if someone heard you, which was impossible since there was practically no one on campus in late December. Still, his action showed you he still wasn’t relaxed around you when it came to sex.

“All of that,” he managed to say without his voice cracking so you squeezed his hand, hoping that would provide some kind of reassurance.

“We’re just two people dating,” you told him, which you could tell surprised him. “That’s all your friends will see. And what happens between us when we’re alone is our secret. Just like what they do in their bedrooms is theirs.”

Jimin nodded in agreement, happy that you found some common ground, but you just knew he was probably overthinking it and would do so until the dinner was over with.

The funny thing was, you were more nervous about the dinner than Jimin, at least it felt like it. You kept thinking about how his friends would react to the two of you, how Jimin would treat you in front of other people, whether his friends would think you’re a weird couple, and if you’d embarrass him in any way. When you realized what you were doing, you told yourself to get a grip and get over it.

It wasn’t like you to think about these things because you rarely got yourself to care about men this much. If someone’s friends didn’t like you, so what? It’s not like you had any real interest in them, so it wouldn’t matter if their friends had something to say.

Jimin, on the other hand, meant more to you than that, so you felt like you had to leave a good impression on his friends. You already knew Taehyung and Jungkook, and now that you remembered that you got Jimin to come in his pants in their vicinity, you were embarrassed with yourself for putting him in such an uncomfortable situation in the first place.

But, you instantly remembered how much Jimin liked that and how happy he was to oblige and blow his load in his boxers while you whispered nasty things in his ear, which eased some of your worries. He liked it too.

You weren’t like Mansoo, you weren’t forcing Jimin to do things he didn’t want to do, you weren’t depriving him of the things he wanted. In fact, you always asked him what he wanted, but most times, Jimin was too afraid to say it out loud. Maybe he’ll get over his shyness after a while and ask for what he really wanted, and you’d make sure he gets it. Until then, you’d just have to wait for him to start opening up.

Jimin picked you up a bit earlier than agreed, but you’d expected that. He’d never risk being late and would rather show up an hour early than ten minutes late, so you got ready half an hour before you had to be ready, and it paid off. Up until that point, you’d never seen Jimin in a suit, so seeing him dressed like that when you opened the door for him made you stop dead in your tracks and stare at him.

Since you didn’t say a word when you opened the door, Jimin stared right back, seemingly shocked by your silence. You, of course, immediately realized that he was surprised to see you stare at him like that, so you checked him out from head to toe and whistled in approval. “Wow, you look great, Minnie,” you told him with a grin, which made him smile right back at you with a sigh of relief.

“Uh, thank you,” Jimin scratched the back of his head and looked at you from head to toe, a lot slower than you did. “You look… wonderful.”

“Thanks,” you nodded, stepping out of the apartment and locking it behind you on your way out. “Ready to go?”

Jimin nodded and led you to the car and, of course, opened the door for you. He wasn’t really talkative during the ride there, and you realized he was still worried about how the dinner was going to go, so you decided to ask him about it. Honesty was the best policy after all, right?

“Are you worried about the dinner?” you asked after minutes of riding in silence, other than the song that was playing on the radio. It was weird for you two not to talk for such a long time, and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Uh, not worried,” Jimin said, scrunching his eyebrows. “It’s a social gathering, so it’s not exactly the ideal environment. Then I’m also taking you this time and I’m sure we’ll be the center of attention.”

“And you don’t like being that,” you said, nodding. You understood what he meant. Whenever one of your friends brought a guy to one of your gatherings, the guy would immediately become the main attraction, like Jimin said. Everyone would ask a question, make jokes, and try to include him in the conversation. Jimin didn’t want that to be the two of you since he never enjoyed having that many eyes on him, and you completely understood. “You can just turn around and drop me off at the apartment, you know?”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Jimin scoffed, still focused on the road, both hands on the wheel, staring right ahead. “I invited you.”

“I know, but if you feel even more nervous than you usually would, you might not have a good time,” you sighed.

“We’re going,” Jimin cleared his throat. “It will be fine.”

He didn’t sound convinced, but you had no choice other than to nod and stop pushing. If he wanted to go without you, he could, but Jimin wouldn’t leave you hanging like that, you were sure. He’d never do that to anyone, even if you didn’t mind.

“You should wear suits more often,” you said in a teasing manner, turning to face him to take the sight in, and the complement visibly messed with Jimin.

Jimin shot you a glance but quickly looked back at the road, shaking his head. “Why?”

“They fit you just right…” you cocked your head to the side and inspected the suit he was wearing.

The shirt was white and tight, hugging his toned arms and torso, accentuating his slim waist, while the fact that he left a couple of buttons unbuttoned made your imagination run wild. Then, the tight dark blue pants made the curve of his ass and those thick thighs even more visible, and you suddenly got an urge to touch him.

Jimin gulped loudly at your compliment before smiling, even though you could tell he was trying not to. “Thanks,” was all he could muster out before you started to drag your fingers up his thigh, stopping right before you reached his crotch, dragging your nails all the way down to his knee.

“You look so manly in a suit,” you chirped, continuing to tease him with your fingernails while Jimin tried to focus on driving. “All business-like. Big dick energy.”

The thought made Jimin snicker, which in turn caused you to make a tsk sound at him, unhappy that he wasn’t able to take the compliment. “What, you don’t think so?”

“I… Thank you,” Jimin decided to back down. “I didn’t know you liked suits.”

“Me neither,” you admitted, suddenly realizing that Jimin got hard. “See? That’s a part of their charm. I can tell when you’re in the mood.”

Jimin bit down on his lip and took a deep breath, still staring right ahead while you fought the urge to cup his crotch. Your fantasy included Jimin pulling over and fucking the shit out of you on the side of the road, punishing you with his cock for all the snickering and teasing you did, making you understand who’s really in charge. But, Jimin kept quiet and in a couple of minutes, you reached Taehyung’s place.

When he heard Jimin park in front of the house, Taehyung answered the door, waving at the two of you with a huge Santa hat on his head and a Christmas apron on, looking like a warm host. As soon as you approached, Taehyung went in for a hug.

“Thanks for coming, it’s so good to see you,” he said, patting your back. “You look great!”

“Thanks for the invite,” you said and then looked at Jimin, who was getting a hug from his friend. “Didn’t know you’re such a Christmas fan.”

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year and all that,” Taehyung chuckled loudly, patting Jimin on the back. “Really happy you two could make it.”

“Yeah,” Jimin nodded and then handed Taehyung the bottle of wine and a cake you two bought for the occasion.

Going there empty-handed wasn’t an option, not when Taehyung seemed to put in a lot of effort into making a ton of food, getting a bunch of alcohol, making punch and mulled wine, and at least five different types of cakes.

As it turned out, his friends helped since his family was out of town. Taehyung hated the idea of spending Christmas Eve alone, so he invited a bunch of friends and told them to invite anyone else who feels like hanging out. Luckily for Jimin, that meant that the two of you were not the center of attention. Of course, some of Jimin’s friends wanted to be introduced to you, but most of the people there weren’t close to Jimin, so they simply said hi, asked you two how you were doing, and moved on to talk with someone else, leaving you two to spend most of the evening together.

“Fancy seeing you two here,” Jungkook walked over and greeted you with a huge smile on his face, which gave away just how tipsy he already was. “I’m lying, I knew you were coming.”

His joke make you laugh, but Jimin still seemed tense, as if he was scared someone was going to say too much to you, or that you’d say too much to his friends.

“Having fun?” you asked Jungkook, trying to keep the conversation going since Jimin seemed out of it. These were his friends, but he seemed stiff and panicky around them right now, and you knew you were the reason behind that.

“Yeah, actually. Taehyung really outdid himself this time,” Jungkook looked around and nodded in approval. “Have you guys tried the soup? I don’t know what he put in that thing, but it’s great.”

“I really have to get the recipe, no kidding,” you agreed as the soup was so good you were starting to think Taehyung ordered it, and it made Jungkook laugh. Jimin breathed out through his nose in an attempt to laugh too, but you could tell he was still awkward.

“Is Jimin being good company today?” Jungkook leaned in and wrapped his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, and you could just tell Jimin felt embarrassed about the question.

Of course, Jungkook was charming, confident, and talkative—all the things Jimin just didn’t think about himself, so when Jungkook made a remark about Jimin and his company, you were sure it upset your date.

“Jimin’s always great company,” you said, nudging him, to which the two of them shot glances at each other.

“I didn’t know she was such a liar,” Jimin joked, which made all three of you laugh, and you thought Jimin would finally start relaxing a bit more once he realized that no one was there to make fun of him, especially not you. “Just trying to avoid people, I guess.”

“It’s a good thing you brought a date then,” Jungkook grinned at you. “Nobody wants to come over and interrupt a couple talking. Well, nobody except nosy guys like me, but I just wanted to say hi and tell you to eat something before it’s all gone.”

“That went great,” you noted once Jungkook left you two on your own by the table, and Jimin nodded in agreement.

“True, nothing embarrassing was mentioned,” Jimin continued nodding. “It’s okay so far.”

“What are you so scared of?” you leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “Are you afraid your friends are going to tell me something?”

“I just don’t want them to say something stupid or embarrassing,” Jimin admitted after a second of eye contact. “I mean, you already know I’m not very social and all that stuff.”

“There’s really nothing they can say that would change my mind about you,” you decided to be honest with Jimin since you could see he still wasn’t relaxed even though his best friends were here and nobody was paying attention to the two of you. “Being anxious around people is totally normal. Besides, if they make you feel uncomfortable, I can make them feel that way. If you want that, of course.”

Suddenly, Jimin burst out laughing and covered his mouth with his hand when he did that, but you still enjoyed seeing him laugh so heartily. “I just imagined you saying one of the things you say to me to Jungkook and it’s just… Gold. The difference is, Jungkook would have a good thing to say back.”

“You think?” you cocked your head to the side, challenging him. Of course, you weren’t going to say anything like that to Jungkook. You had no sexual interest in him and you, in fact, wanted his friend. Still, you wondered what Jimin thought of as a “good thing” to say back. Why didn’t he say it? “You’d be surprised.”

“Definitely,” Jimin cleared his throat and looked at the crowd of people that were gathering around the table filled with alcohol. “Guys like Jungkook always do.”

“So,” you scooted your chair to sit closer to Jimin, suddenly losing all interest in the food in front of you or the people in the room. “If I told Jungkook I wouldn’t be able to feel his dick, he’d say something back?”

It was a risk, just asking that, but you kept your voice down and you were 100% sure no one could hear. Still, if Jimin didn’t want to talk about that at Taehyung’s, you’d understand and change the topic. For a second, you felt like you did too much—he choked, coughed, and looked away before finally sneaking a glance your way.

“I t-think so,” Jimin whispered back, eyes focused on the table instead of at you.

“Like what?” you teased, wondering what Jimin thought a “real man” would say in that situation.

You were sure he had a lot of things on his mind, but never dared to say them to you, so he let you say whatever you wanted and do what you wanted, instead of asking for something himself.

“I, I don’t know,” Jimin shrugged and took a big gulp of the white wine in front of him, maybe to distract you both from the conversation. Or, maybe he needed some liquid courage. “Maybe that you won’t know until you try it.”

Then, Jimin glanced at you in that shy way of his that instantly turned you on. If he said those words to you, he’d get fucked. No, in fact, you’d let him do whatever he wanted, especially if he gave you one of those innocent looks when he said it.

It was time for you to challenge him a bit, so you lowered your voice again before speaking, “And you wouldn’t say that?”

“Me?” Jimin scoffed as if the idea was ridiculous. To be honest, you didn’t think he’d gather the courage to say anything of the sort to you, but a girl could hope. “I’d… Maybe think it.”

“Well, maybe you need to speak up for yourself more often,” you suggested before reaching for your glass and taking a slow sip while staring right into Jimin’s eyes over the rim of the glass, enjoying the way he was squirming because of you. “Can’t have something unless you ask for it.”

“I’ll, I’ll… Remember that.”

“You do that,” you chuckled and downed the rest of your wine before getting up. “Do you want more?”

Jimin decided to join you, so you ended up talking to two of his friends you weren’t that familiar with, Hoseok and Yoongi, who also seemed like cool guys. Of course, Jimin still wasn’t relaxed, but was he ever when you were around?

Still, he seemed a bit less tense thanks to the drinks he’s had, so much so that he even joked with Hoseok and Yoongi in front of you and didn’t seem embarrassed when they noted how happy he seemed around you, which you took as a great sign.

“He does? That’s such a nice thing to say, thank you”, you nodded at Hoseok, who smiled widely.

“You’re both nice people, I get why you get along now,” he nodded and patted Jimin’s shoulder. “Our friend here’s a bit on the shy sid—”

“A bit more than a bit, but yeah, go on,” Yoongi motioned for Hoseok to keep going with his motivational speech for Jimin, and you enjoyed every second of it.

“Dude!” Hoseok shot his friend a glare before turning to you, smiling, and continuing. “As I was saying, Jimin can be a bit shy, but he’s a really cool and kind guy once you get to know him better. I’m not saying you two don’t know each other well or anything, just that Jimin is cool.”

Yoongi nudged Hoseok with a snicker, thinking he was doing the most, which he kind of was. While you knew what Jimin was like, you liked hearing how other people felt about him—it helped you see the bigger picture and understand him a bit better. “Dude, stop.”

“You’re probably the only person in the world who thinks of me as cool,” Jimin said while chuckling. “You don’t have to try to impress her on my behalf.”

“I had to give it a try,” Hoseok placed a hand over his heart and frowned at Jimin. “I’m a real one. Anyway, I know you don’t need my help, I’m just sharing my opinion on you with your lovely date here.”

Yoongi placed his elbow on Hoseok’s shoulder and leaned in. “Since they’re here together, maybe he doesn’t need your help, huh?”

“Jimin definitely doesn’t, but thanks,” you smiled at Hoseok. “I can see all his friends really like him. That’s a good sign.”

“You see?” Hoseok clapped. “I did help! Now we’ll leave you to it, I’m going to get something to eat and Yoongi will follow me because he really likes to butt in every conversation I have.”

Once the pair was gone, you told Jimin you liked his friends.

“You do?” He seemed surprised as if they weren’t all trying to make you feel welcome the entire night. “I hope they aren’t making you embarrassed or uncomfortable.”

“Me?” you stopped for a second. “Me? You know I don’t get shy easily. They’ve all been really sweet. And they all seem to like you a lot.”

“They’re great guys,” Jimin agreed, pouring himself another drink. “Oh, there’s Jin from my dance class. Do you want to meet him?”

So, you met Jin and some other guys from the dance class, who also seemed to be sweet guys who respected Jimin. Everyone told you they were happy to meet you, but nobody gave any additional information like you hoped. A part of you wanted to hear what Jimin’s been saying about you, but you knew that wouldn’t happen—Jimin would never talk about you two to other people. Your thing was between you, so the fact that he invited you to Taehyung’s dinner party with all his friends meant a lot. He was finally letting you into his world, step by step.

A couple of hours and drinks later, Jimin seemed a lot more relaxed. He joked around with friends, talked a lot more openly with you, and even had his hand on the small of your back as you made your way through the crowd so he could show you to the bathroom. Of course, before that happened, you two were slow dancing, like everyone else. At a certain point, Taehyung dimmed the lights and said everyone had to dance to this one song, which made most people grunt. However, everyone did dance, so Jimin and you didn’t have a choice, not really.

It wasn’t that you minded at all, you were just worried about how Jimin would feel. Maybe he didn’t want close contact with you in front of his friends. Surprisingly, Jimin didn’t seem to mind either, probably because the lights were dimmed and nobody could really see you two.

His arm was wrapped around your waist while the other one held yours, chest pressed against chest, a smile on his face. You danced slowly, in silence, smiling at each other, and it didn’t take Jimin long to start looking away every couple of seconds. Instead of teasing him about it, you danced to the rhythm and enjoyed the warmth of his body against yours.

“This feels nice,” you told Jimin, letting go of his hand so you could hold onto his shoulder.

Jimin took the opportunity to wrap his other hand around your waist again, which took you by surprise. It was a lot more confident than anything he’d shown that day. “Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime,” you said with a chuckle. “I like this confidence on you.”

“What confidence?” Jimin laughed. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“You seem a bit more relaxed around me. It feels good,” you turned your face to the side so you could look at him. “Suits you.”

Jimin looked at you, tried to remain serious, but quickly smiled and looked away all flustered. He was trying to be more confident around you, but when you were that close, he just couldn’t. “It does?”

“Yeah,” you leaned in so you could whisper to him. “I love confident men.”

Jimin breathed in deeply and looked straight ahead, over your shoulder, while licking his lips. “Oh.”

“I like you more, though… Especially when you’re so composed,” you brushed your lips against his earlobe, and that immediately got a reaction out of him. “Manly.”

His cock twitched against your stomach, slowly getting erect, and you had very different reactions to it. You were pleased with getting Jimin horny so fast, especially with people around because it made you remember just how much Jimin liked this whole thing of yours. Yeah, he got flustered and shy, but he loved it so much. Jimin, on the other hand, stiffened immediately and held his breath.

Since that, of course, didn’t make his erection go away or make it seem any less noticeable, Jimin sighed. “Sorry.”

“Minnie, no need to apologize,” you squeezed his shoulder. “It’s… A compliment when it’s you.”

You could tell Jimin liked the compliment a lot since he immediately looked down and his cheeks flushed with color. “Uhm, uh, thanks.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just, uh, don’t want people t-to see,” Jimin cleared his throat and gave you a worried look. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Want us to go take care of it?” You suggested, knowing Jimin could easily turn the offer down.

It was the first time you offered something like this up front, without all the teasing and games. You wanted to help him out, and you’d do it in whatever way he saw fit. If he wanted to finally feel you, you’d let him after he’s been so good to you. Still, he could say no.

After all, his entire friend group was right there, and Jimin wasn’t the type of guy who left the party to go fool around. You guessed his friends would tease him about it if they saw, and Jimin’s worst nightmare was being made the center of attention, especially when things turned sexual.

That’s why his silent nod surprised you. However, you didn’t hesitate at all, and that’s how you ended up going to the bathroom with Jimin’s hand on your back.

Jimin led the way, opened the door for you, and closed it behind you, and that’s when he stopped and waited for you to take control. For some reason, you hoped he’d be the one to do it that time, that he’d take the lead and kiss you first, or initiate something, anything.

“How do you want to get rid of it?” you asked, taking a step towards him. Once again, you were throwing the ball to his court, allowing him to choose.

“Y-you choose,” Jimin said after hissing since your mouth got really close to his. “It’s, it’s, it’s all fine by me.”

All? Really? You had a feeling he’d turn into a muttering mess if you told him to just put it in. You two weren’t there yet, and Taehyung’s bathroom probably wasn’t the best place to have sex for the first time, especially not with someone as sweet and delicate as your Minnie.

“Hm, you sure, Minnie?” you couldn’t hide your smirk when you asked, especially since your question made Jimin gulp loudly, probably at all the implications your question carried.

Instead of saying a word, he pressed his lips together and nodded once, slowly.

You had two options. You could be a nice girl for Jimin and drop to your knees for your date, let his cock out of the confines of his boxers, and suck it into your mouth. The thought of wrapping your tongue around his tip and licking the underside while his cock goes down your throat made you salivate, mostly because you could already hear Jimin’s soft, grateful moans and grunts before he spilled his seed into your throat.

The other option was more of something you usually did, which was to tease Jimin, play with him, but please him in the end, but not before making him squirm and mumble and become putty in your hands.

“Have it your way then,” you scoffed and placed your hands on his chest before pushing him gently until his back reached the wall and he had nowhere to go. Your leg made its way between his legs, your thigh pressing against his crotch as his erection only got harder. “Okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin muttered, holding his breath as he looked down between his legs, the sight of your thigh pressing into his crotch clearly getting the better of him.

“I’m glad you said yes,” you admitted, leaning in to brush your lips against his neck on your way to whisper to him. “You turn me on when you act so manly and composed, Minnie… It’s so unlike you, but I love it.”

Jimin nodded slowly, his breathing getting shakier with every word that left your mouth.

“Can I admit something?” your voice was shaking when you asked Jimin that, even though you knew he’d say yes—didn’t he always?

“Uhm,” he paused to clear his throat and take a deep breath before continuing, “yes.”

“I really regret not making you come there with the plug in you, Minnie,” you dragged the nickname out, enjoying the way his teeth sunk into his plush bottom lip as he listened to you explained your desires. “If you had survived this night with it in your ass, I would have brought you here and sat on your cock, gave you the ride of your life… For being a good boy.”

As you talked, Jimin’s hips bucked into your leg desperately, and by the time you were finished with explaining what you would have done in that scenario, he was practically rutting against your thigh, wanting to feel more pressure on his hard cock, and that drove you wild. You loved making him lose control and forget where he was.

“What is it, Minnie, baby?” you whispered again before placing a soft kiss just below his ear, making him grunt. “Talk to me.”

“I need you,” he said in such a whiny tone of voice that it was your turn to hiss.

If you wanted to be mean, you could easily make him beg for you, get him on his knees, pleading for you to touch his dick. But, tonight was not the night for that. Jimin did great tonight. He brought you into his world, let you meet his friends, introduced you to everyone, and acted confident around you, which meant he deserved an award from you, not further torture.

So, instead of playing with Jimin, you quickly moved your hand down from his chest to his crotch, cupping his clothed cock, happy to feel just how hard it was for you. “You’re really, really handsome, Minnie… I hope you know that.”

Jimin nodded, but you knew he was just agreeing so you’d continue feeling him up, which is exactly what you planned on doing. After the slight nod, you squeezed his erection hard, so hard it made him moan, even though he tried to muffle the sound.

“So hard already,” you mumbled before removing your hand from his crotch, which instantly made him wince. “Pull your pants down.”

Obedient as he was, Jimin’s hands quickly found the button and zipper of his suit pants, and before you could blink, they were pooling around his ankles, letting you get a good of his toned thighs and clothed erection.

“Underwear, too,” you ordered, and Jimin once again did as asked. Soon enough, his dick was out in the open, and Jimin let his hands fall to his sides.

His cock was hard and sticking out, so you lowered your hand and gently smacked it from below, enjoying its weight on your palm. “Look how hard you are for me, Minnie… Already drooling?”

When you asked that, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling the drop of precum and smearing it over his tip, which made him hiss loudly. It was so hot to even see him dressed like that, all manly, dressed up, serious about this date, and then look down and see his throbbing cock lying in your palm, twitching up, desperate for a crumb of your attention.

You were sure you could talk him into coming—you could tell him he has a small dick and that you barely feel it in your palm, humiliate him, tell him you’d never fuck him, and he’s squirt cum all over you, grunting with red cheeks as he did so. But, tonight was not the night for such games, sadly.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” you frowned, to which Jimin instantly responded, not wanting you to worry.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want anyone to hear,” he lowered his voice when he told you this, and you realized he was actually scared of someone realizing what was going on in that bathroom, which was understandable.

“But you want this?” you wanted to confirm, wondering if you’d overstepped his boundaries and made a fool out of yourself by playing games with him in his best friend’s bathroom.

“Yes, yes,” Jimin responded right away with a grin. “Fuck yes.”

“Then we’ll just have to keep our voices down,” you whispered to him, leaning in close to his ear. Jimin’s body was reacting to you, and there was no way for him to hide it, not when his cock twitched in your hand lightly. “I just wanted to touch you and let you know how handsome you are in that suit… Acting so manly around your friends, being so sweet and polite…”

Jimin kicked his head back and moaned when you started to jerk him off slowly, just enough for him to get some sort of friction and enjoy the touch of your hand. You simply wrapped your fingers around his cock and tugged at the skin gently, pulling it back just a little bit.

“Out of all the men out there, you’re the only one that turns me on,” you admitted, which made him groan. “Do you know that, Minnie?”

“No,” he shook his head at you and looked into your eyes for a second. “I think they’re all a lot m-manlier…”

“Think they have bigger dicks?” You asked, still keeping your voice down, still holding onto his cock, and gently moving your fist up and down his length. He was crazy if he really believed any of those guys had anything on him or his dick. Jimin had it all—he just hadn’t realized it yet, but that’s why you were there.

“Definitely,” he hissed at the thought, clearly getting turned on by the idea of being the one with the smallest dick around.

“Maybe,” you agreed with a shrug, “but I’m still playing with yours.”

With that, you moved your hand up to your mouth, licked it, careful to get enough saliva on it so you could coat his cock, allowing it to move faster over his length.

“Ah,” Jimin moaned and closed his eyes at the wet sensation around him, “I’m lucky.”

“You are,” you couldn’t help but agree after reminding yourself that you’re still playing with him and that you weren’t supposed to be getting in your feelings while jerking him off, “but so am I.”

This admission made his eyes snap wide open before he gave you a confused look. Was he not aware of this? If not, you weren’t doing a good job of being a good date or girlfriend or whatever you were to Jimin. “You are?” he took a deep breath before asking as if he was gathering courage.

“Mhm…” you hummed in agreement without any hesitation. The last thing you wanted was for Jimin to start doubting any of this again. You’ve been there and done that, and those things were behind you. “I get to watch you be so nasty and then act so innocent around all your friends”

“Yes,” Jimin said as a drop of precum got smeared all over your palm due to your slow, steady movements. Oh, he was loving this whole thing.

“Do you like being that dirty?” The question was absolutely unnecessary as the answer was in your palm, but you wanted to drag it out to turn him on even more. You wanted to make him lose control of himself, take his mind off the anxiety, and live a little.

“Yes!” Jimin’s ready answer almost made you chuckle, so you rewarded him by speeding up your pace.

“And them not knowing?” you suggested, guessing this was something Jimin was into.

After all, you still couldn’t get that afternoon out of your mind, the one where you lay in bed with him and made him come all over himself while his friends were in the other bunk bed, unaware of the nasty things you two were doing.

“Yeah, that,” he nodded quickly, his eyes focusing on your fingers wrapped around his cock, pleasuring him so sweetly. “Mhm.”

Suddenly, the perfect question came to mind, one that could result in a very interesting conversation. “Do your friends think we fuck, Minnie?”

“N-no,” Jimin cleared his throat to get rid of the coarseness before repeating himself loud and clear this time, “no.”

“You didn’t brag?” you asked with a pout while squeezing his dick hard.

“No… I would never,” Jimin looked right into your eyes as he said those words, and you were certain he was telling the truth. You wouldn’t mind if he shared some parts of your relationship with others, seeing as that was what most people did. However, Jimin just didn’t seem to be that type of guy.

“Such a good boy for me,” you cooed and started moving your hand again, this time at a decent pace, one that instantly made him grunt. “Keeping your mouth shut when you need to…”

“I’d never talk about it,” Jimin repeated himself just to bring his point across, but there was no need—you trusted him completely when it came to this.

“Would they believe you?”

Jimin scoffed and looked down at your hand wrapped around his dick, “No way.”

“Right?” you giggled and tongued your cheek, remembering that you had to play your part here. “Who’d believe that anyone wants to touch that little cock of yours?”

Jimin played along instantly, muttering a quick “yes, exactly,” before biting down on his bottom lip, eyes still glued to your hand as it continued to pleasure him.

“Only as a joke,” you explained further, to which he instantly nodded

“Yes, joke… Pathetic,” Jimin said the word with such confidence that it instantly made you realize that was what he was into. He wanted to be called small and pathetic while you were providing him with some sort of sexual relief—that’s what excited him.

“Right,” you leaned in and moaned into his ear when you realized he was so into it he was leaking precum onto your hand, and you hadn’t even put your mouth on him yet. “It’s a pathetic tiny cock that I wouldn’t even feel. Well maybe if you put it in my ass, but not even that.”

You did not need to put that image in your head, let alone his, because it instantly made you wonder how he’d feel in both your holes. You’d take either one at this point, that’s how badly you wanted him.

“No, you wouldn’t,” Jimin shook his head and spoke in moans, hands balled up in fists as he fought against his orgasm. “It’s so… Small.”

“Not good enough?”

“Not at all,” he agreed with a gulp, despite it being the furthest thing from the truth. You knew he’d feel so good inside of you.

“I should get a real man to play with,” you bluffed, even though you’ve used this one a thousand times before, and it always seemed to work.

Jimin hummed in agreement, clearly entranced by the way you started to move your hand around his cock, watching it go up and down its length. You couldn’t blame him—you were having a hard time deciding between staring at his cock or at his pretty face.

“Should I go get Jungkook, Minnie?” you teased Jimin, wondering what he’d do in that situation. “Ask him to come fuck me?”

Jimin side-eyed you, but he was still immersed in pleasure, even though he seemed scared of you actually going through with this idea. You’d never do something like that, especially not with a friend of his, but it was a part of the game to say things you didn’t really mean.

“Maybe,” he finally said, and his admission turned you on even more than his hard dick in your hand.

“Imagine that… You jerking that tiny thing you call a dick while Jungkook takes me from behind…” you purred against his neck, making him hiss. “Would you like watching?”

“I’d,” Jimin gulped loudly before continuing, “I’d love to see you get fucked.”

He didn’t sound confident when he said the words, but he was louder than before, and you had a feeling Jimin only liked it as an idea.

“Would you like to fuck me?” you asked, feeling like your heart was beating so fast it would stop. Why did you even ask something like this? You were possibly setting yourself up for failure, especially since you were dying for him to tell you to make the first move or make one himself. Until then, you wouldn’t initiate intercourse, and that was slowly making you go wild. You wanted him, plain and simple.

“Fuck, yes,” Jimin kicked his head back and gulped before breathing in shakily, his cock twitching under your fingers. “I really would.”

The second he said that, you felt yourself clenching around nothing. You couldn’t remember the last time a man got you that turned on just by speaking to you. He hasn’t touched you, but you were already ready for him. “Even if your cock is small?”

Jimin hummed in agreement, looking down at your hand once again, face distorting in pleasure.

“You’d probably come right away,” you snickered at Jimin, but the thought excited you. It could happen the first time, there was a high chance that it would, and that got you going—just imagining Jimin being so turned on that he comes the second he feels your warm pussy around his length. Contrary to what he clearly believed, you’d love it.

“Mhm… Inside of you,” he mumbled, and the admission completely surprised you. That was his thing? Getting to come in you? It made sense when you thought about it, especially if he liked being degraded—it was the one thing he could do to prove some sort of dominance.

You could already imagine Jimin if he ever snapped around you, you could feel his hand around your throat, his hips snapping into you, cock thick and hard between your walls, spurting cum inside you, fucking it into you when it threatened to spill. You could see it all and you could just hope it would happen soon.

It was your turn to speak with a shaky voice, but you couldn’t help it, not when he turned you on that much. “Oh, you’d like to come inside of me?”

“God, yes,” Jimin hissed and bucked his hips into your hand.

Your other hand instantly flew to his balls, and you started to massage them in your palm, your other hand still tugging at his dick.

“I’d really like to fuck you with a toy…” you changed the topic, deeming it safer than continuing to discuss this fantasy you were so tempted to turn into reality. But, you had to respect him and his pace. “To show you what a cock should feel like.”

“Mhm…” Jimin nodded.

Was that a yes? Your pussy clenched the very instant he moaned, and you imagined getting to fuck him. For some reason, that thought turned you on—having him spread out on the bed for you, fucking his tight hole, giving him so much pleasure that he squirts cum all over his stomach and chest, bucking his hips into the dildo to feel more friction… You were too far gone.

“You like that toy that much?”

It didn’t take Jimin long to admit it this time, meaning that he was getting closer. “I love it.”

“Do you imagine it’s me?” you breathed the words, wondering if you are what he thought about when he jerked off. He was your go-to person to think of when you needed to come fast.

Jimin quickly nodded, breathing in loudly.

You had to know more, even though it wasn’t exactly a part of the game. You should have been telling him things, not the other way around, but you wanted to know more. “What do you imagine?”

“You, uh, you touching me like that…”

“With a finger? Tongue? Toys?” you offered Jimin some options, hoping that would make it more comfortable for him to speak on the topic more and explain himself.

He shook his head, eyes focused on your hand. “Anything… Just you… Touching me and my pathetic dick…”

“Making you come?”

“Making me come,” Jimin instantly confirmed before clenching his jaw and grunting, clearly wanting to prolong the moment as much as possible and not come all over himself or you. After all, you were in Taehyung’s bathroom.

“We’ll do that next time then…” you said, getting too relaxed, letting yourself talk too much, make it personal. “When we don’t have this much company.”

“Okay okay, yes,” he nodded a couple of times, as if he enjoyed that idea.

“Even though I think you like having company, Minnie,” you couldn’t help but add, remembering how much he seemed to enjoy being naughty in public. “You love the idea of people finding out you’re not a good boy after all, huh?”

“Sometimes,” Jimin agreed before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes still glued to your hand, cock leaking precum into your palm.

“Mhm… I feel like you’re enjoying this, me touching your cock while your friends are all out there, unaware of what’s going on,” you turned to a familiar topic, one you knew Jimin enjoyed. “Even if they did notice we were gone for a long time, there’s no way they’d think anything sexual was going on. How would they?”

“They would never,” he was ready to agree, and you completely believed him. His friends wouldn’t even think you two left to do something sexual. Jimin was a respectful person and he didn’t even want to kiss you in public, so you were sure none of his friends suspected what was actually going on with you two.

“Exactly, they know you,” you snickered, squeezing his dick so hard it made him let out a groan and close his eyes for a while. “They know how tiny your dick is and that you don’t even want to show it to girls.”

“They do.”

The way he instantly agreed and sounded so whiny when doing it made you move your hand again, wanting him to come, to feel good. “So they’d never think we’re doing anything with that dick of yours.”

“Mhm,” Jimin shook his head. “Never.”

“Do you want to come, Minnie?” you leaned in, placing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, which made him hum in agreement. “Let’s move to the sink so you don’t shoot it all over me. Don’t want people to find out how nasty you really are.”

You both took a couple of steps towards the sink, Jimin positioning his hips against it, you standing on his right, his cock still in your hand, your fingers pumping it.

“Maybe we should do it one of these days,” you blurted out while you focused on how good his cock looked in your palm. He was always so hard for you, so easy to please, so thankful that you were even touching him, not even dreaming of everything you’d be willing to do for him.

“What?” Jimin asked, shooting you a glance in the mirror.

“Have you fuck me with a toy…” you said instead of saying what was actually on your mind—have him fuck you, fill you up, use you however he wanted. “Since I won’t be able to feel the real thing,” you added for good measure.

“Yes, please,” he nodded and looked down again, slow moans coming out with almost every breath he took.

“You’d like that?”

He was now beginning to grunt, hands gripping the sink as his climax approached. “Just want to make you feel good.”

“You’re always so sweet, Minnie,” you grabbed his ass with your other hand, leaving it there to squeeze and pat it, which just made him buck his hips into your palm. If you were any meaner than you already were, you’d ask him to fuck your palm as if it were a fleshlight, but you didn’t have time for that.

“For you,” he breathed, pressing his lips together to suppress a loud grunt.

“Yes,” you said and broke character by leaning in to kiss him, which Jimin accepted without a word.

Your tongue probed inside his mouth, finding his, playing with it, and a second later, you felt Jimin coming, his sperm shooting out of his cock and landing all over Taehyung’s sink. Well, most of it. Some of it did end up on the wall above the sink as his cock twitched.

“What a nasty little dick…” you chuckled, still jerking Jimin’s cock, milking every last drop. “Shooting your cum all over your friends’ place, unable to hold on for a while…”

Jimin grabbed the sink as you squeezed the last of the cum out and let go of his cock, turning the water on to wash your hands, the sink, and remove the remnants of his orgasm from the wall. When you were done, Jimin was still holding onto the sink and taking deep breaths.

“Are you alright?” you patted his back and smiled warmly, hoping you didn’t overwhelm him with everything. After all, this was still a nice get-together at his friend’s place.

“Yeah, just trying to catch my breath,” he said through a chuckle, shaking his head as if he was laughing at his own reaction.

Slowly, he washed off his cock and dried it with paper before getting dressed again, all the while you watched and enjoyed the sight from the side. “I thought we weren’t going to do this here today, but…”

“Did I cross the line?” you leaned in and asked, suddenly feeling scared that you overstepped his boundaries again and made Jimin do something he didn’t want to.

It was weird, this dynamic of yours, always having you worried whether you were doing too much or not enough, whether you were too much or not enough.

“No,” Jimin faced you, giving you a faint smile. “I enjoyed it. A lot. Y-you always… Make me come fast. Embarrassingly fast.”

“It’s a compliment,” you said with a shrug, meaning it. If he thought you were about to complain about him coming because of you, he was dead wrong. “Besides, it wasn’t that fast.”

“Really?” Jimin’s tone gave off his insecurity, and you couldn’t believe that he was still worrying about something so… irrelevant.

“A friend of mine dated a guy who’d come whenever he’d put it in,” you told him a true story you heard from a very good friend of yours, who in the end had to break things off because sex lost its appeal, at least with that guy. “So, you’re good.”

“That does make me feel a bit better,” Jimin chuckled and then looked at your reflection in the mirror.

“We’ll see how long you’ll last,” you said with a smirk, which immediately got Jimin flustered. Were you once again getting too personal and letting Jimin know what you wanted? “I mean, if you ever put it in.”

The way Jimin grunted at that statement made your mouth water because you could just imagine him making those same sounds in your ear as he towered over you and fucked you, his thick cock making you feel so good. You just knew it would feel amazing, mostly because just jerking him off got you wet. You’d probably be the one to come right after he put it in, if you were being honest, based on how aroused you got around him.

“Probably not long,” Jimin joked and then turned to face you. “Do you, uh, want me to… Uh, r-return the favor?”

You knew it took a lot of guts for him to ask you that while looking straight into your eyes, so it felt even worse turning him down. “I would love that,” you said while placing your palms on Jimin’s chest, patting it gently. “But I’m on my period, so that can’t happen.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry,” Jimin sighed and took a second or two to look at you before looking away quickly, unable to handle intense eye contact. “Are you ready to go back out there?”

“I am. I’d just like to say thank you first,” you leaned in without warning and kissed Jimin, who immediately wrapped his hands around your waist, showing you that he was indeed growing more confident around you. Slowly, but surely, you were making progress. “I’m having a great time and I hope you are too. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for saying yes,” Jimin licked his lips and offered you his hand.

That’s how you left the bathroom, you holding onto his hand, earning a strange look from the girl who was waiting in front of the door.

For at least this one night, you lived the fantasy of dating a good guy who cared about you and was happy to introduce you to his friends and paid attention to you all night, even asking you to dance with him when Taehyung started playing sappy Christmas songs and everyone found their match. You always forgot how good of a dancer Jimin was until it was time to dance with him, and he swept you off your feet, the suit doing him a lot of favors in that regard, even if he didn’t really need them—he was fine just the way he was.

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