Namjoon At Day 4 Of Permission To Dance LA

Namjoon at Day 4 of Permission to Dance LA

Omg, I'm kind of late but I'm just so in love with these two. I enjoyed this chapter and I surely can't wait to read more of their oh-so-promising romantic development! ❤

BUNNY ‖ three

While hanging out with Taehyung and his friends at your place, you receive a notification about Bunny putting on a show soon.

⤑ word count: 9.5k ⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader ⤑ genre: smut, camboy!au, angst, friends to lovers ⤑ warnings: smut (unprotected intercourse, masturbation); jk is still shy, the oc is acting dumb, taehyung is still the pushy friend; a lot of nastiness all around (jk is putting on a show and the oc is watching), the oc joins the stream; lots of dirty talk ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ tagged: @jalexad, @giadalin, @awinkies, @massivekittysworld, @t4esty

» Bunny – one | two | three

When you got home from the gym two weeks after having sex with Jungkook in a bathroom stall—clearly, not one of your proudest moments—you found him drinking with your roommate and Jimin in the living room. Seeing him there with his friends wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for, not after the radio silence the last couple of weeks.

It didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing tight black jeans and was practically lying on the sofa with his legs spread wide, which gave you a great view of his thighs and crotch. The fact that you looked made you feel like a pervert. Why were you even thinking about it? Jungkook was the last thing you should have been thinking about.

However, two weeks passed since you’d had an orgasm, so you couldn’t help but sneak a glance Jungkook’s way. The reason for your new dry spell was mostly you being busy with work but it was also you not wanting to be the one to text Jungkook first. Hell no.

You two had sex, you clearly had chemistry, so you didn’t get why Jungkook didn’t even text you afterward. He seemed really eager to fuck you that night and it sounded like he was worried about you being interested in him. Then, he did a 180 and completely ignored you after. Jungkook had a great dick and was a nice guy, but that didn’t mean you should throw away your dignity and start chasing him. You weren’t that desperate for human contact.

So, instead of paying attention to your failed two-night stand, you greeted the whole group and tried to make your way to your bedroom as fast as possible, but of course Taehyung’s big mouth had to interfere. He wouldn’t be Taehyung if he didn’t have a snarky comment for each situation, which is why you usually loved the dude. Not that night.

“I get that Jimin and I will get a simple “hi”, but Jungkook?” Taehyung pretended to be shocked, placing his hand over his heart while staring at you. Then, he turned to Jungkook with a smirk on his face. “Guess you weren’t that impressive.”

Oh, so they knew? You weren’t sure if everyone was in on it or not. Of course, they knew about the first time but ever since you texted Taehyung saying you weren’t interested, their childish jokes stopped. Nobody even mentioned Jungkook in your presence until that night.

However, you couldn’t avoid them these last couple of weeks, so you had a feeling these two fools knew you had sex with their friend again. Besides, when Jungkook offered his hand and got you away from the table, you knew everyone would jump to conclusions about where you two were going.

Jimin laughed loudly at the “joke” and then threw a cushion at Taehyung while Jungkook tongued his cheek and simply glared at you, deciding not to say anything back, which was a smart decision.

“I don’t want to say anything to any guy in front of you,” you spat the words at your roommate with a grin. “You kind of have a talent for ruining everything for people. Anyway, I just came from the gym so I’ll go take shower. Be nice!”

You slammed the door behind you when you heard Jimin suggesting that Jungkook should ask you if he could join. The fact that the idea sent shivers down your spine was stupid, mostly because he hadn’t shown any interest in you since you two last hooked up.

If Jungkook had texted you, all this teasing wouldn’t be a problem, if you were being honest. However, since he didn’t, it was awkward because it seemed like Jungkook wasn’t interested anymore. It was embarrassing to be around him when you knew he was the only guy who could make you come during sex, which would effectively make him the best sex you’ve ever had, and yet, he seemed to have lost interest in you after sleeping with you twice.

But then again, this outcome was completely expected. After all, Taehyung always talked about Jungkook as if he was just trying to get laid, so you don’t even know why you thought it would happen again and again. You wanting to fuck his brains out wasn’t a reason for him to put in some effort. Jungkook got what he wanted twice—maybe he now wanted something else.

Despite all of the awkwardness, you joined the guys an hour later. You were hungry, thirsty, and tired of hiding in your room just because some guy you slept with was drinking in your living room. Besides, you remembered that Jungkook was probably more embarrassed than you and that was what made you join them. Why should you feel bad about him being here? Jungkook chose to come to your place, so he should be the one to feel awkward, not the other way around.

Luckily, Taehyung kept his mouth shut this time around and Namjoon arrived in the meantime, so you had an unbiased person to talk to, someone who wouldn’t throw around comments about Jungkook and you every couple of minutes.

Sometime later, a couple of other friends arrived, including some girls, and Taehyung informed you that they’d be going to the club in an hour or so, which wasn’t a problem. It only meant that you had an hour to put up with Jungkook being there and try to avoid comments about him as much as you could.

You noticed him sneaking glances your way a couple of times, even if you knew there was no point in thinking you’d get to come because of his hands again. You weren’t going to let the stares go to your head.

Namjoon went to get some ice from the kitchen, so you joined him because you wanted to use any excuse you could to leave the room, and you felt Jungkook’s eyes following you from the second you two got up.

Of course, nothing would happen between you and Namjoon—you learned your lesson about hooking up with Taehyung’s friends. Namjoon was just the only person there who didn’t seem to know or care about your and Jungkook’s thing, so it felt refreshing to talk to someone who could talk about anything else other than your private life.

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A couple of drinks in, you found yourself sitting on the sofa alone because one of the girls asked Namjoon to show her where the ice is, which you took as a sign of her wanting to get Namjoon alone, and you weren’t the one to cockblock people. You took the hint and let them leave to the kitchen, which meant you ended up alone on the sofa.

You could feel Jungkook staring at you as soon as the two of them got up and left, but when you finally gave in and looked at him, Jungkook looked away and started to type something on his phone. Was he trying to play games with you?

If Jungkook texted you then, after ignoring you for two weeks, you’d probably blow up and tell him to fuck off. Yeah, he was cute and extremely attractive in this tight black outfit, but you weren’t that easy or desperate.

Contrary to your expectations, Jungkook didn’t text you, which did sting a little bit. Why stare at you and get you to look at him just to start texting someone else? Weird.

The thing that stung more, however, was the email you’d received: Bunny was live-streaming tonight.

Before you knew Jungkook was Bunny, this type of notification would get you excited, which was kind of pathetic now that you thought about it. What kind of an adult female gets happy hearing some random guy would jerk off online and let her watch? Sad, truly. Thankfully, those days were behind you—not by choice, clearly—but, at the time, you couldn’t come without assistance, and watching Bunny was the only thing that helped.

To be honest, fucking him helped too, but that clearly wasn’t an option anymore. Nowadays, neither was watching him, sadly. You couldn’t join the stream now that you knew Jungkook was Bunny, especially not after sleeping with him. You just couldn’t see yourself running to your room and turning on the live stream while knowing the guy on the other end of the screen was Jungkook, and that you fucked him, and that he couldn’t even text you after. It ruined the whole thing for you.

The thing was, Jungkook hadn’t posted as Bunny ever since that night you realized he was Bunny and he found out you knew about it. The last time you two talked, he told you he wasn’t posting anymore because he thought showing his naked body online would ruin his chances with you or something along those lines. You didn’t really remember the night as clearly as you hoped you would, but you knew Jungkook mentioned something like that.

Well, Jungkook wasn’t worried about that anymore, and he made it clear by sending the email to his audience. He notified his fanbase that he’d be putting on a show soon, obviously no longer worrying about his chances with you, which was another sign of him not caring about this thing of yours.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching, though. Jungkook wasn’t the only man out there, and you could move on. There were a bunch of other cam boys on the internet who could bring you the same type of excitement and pleasure, and you didn’t know them in real life, which was even better.

As if Taehyung sensed something was wrong, he plopped down on the sofa next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to give your temple a peck. Ah, he was tipsy! Whenever Taehyung got drunk, he got touchy-feely with those he cared about, which included you. You weren’t about to complain—you’d take his emotional side over the teasing one any day.

“Sorry if I was being mean earlier,” your roommate whispered at you, even though there was no need—Jungkook had already gone somewhere and wouldn’t hear a word of your conversation. “I was just wondering what was going on.”

“I’m not lying to you when I say nothing,” you admitted with a grin, hoping Taehyung would finally realize you were telling the truth. If something was going on, you’d share it with him—you weren’t doing something you had to hide. Of course, except the whole Bunny thing, but that was something you’d both take to the grave with you.

“Yeah, I figured that,” Taehyung grimaced, showing you he wasn’t happy about that turn of events. You knew that in his perfect world, all his friends would be happy and have tons of sex, of course. After all, it was his perfect world. “Things between you do seem kind of dry if I can say that, and I don’t get it.”

“It’s okay,” you patted Taehyung’s thigh. For some reason, you felt like you had to comfort him, and not the other way around. “Don’t worry about it, we’re both adults, right?”

“You are, but…” Taehyung leaned in and accidentally head-butted you, which just showed how drunk he was. “Sorry. I’m just trying to say that Jungkook has a lot less experience than you when it comes to talking to folks, so take that into account, too, before leaving him out of the picture.”

“What, his generation doesn’t know how to text?” You spat the words back with a chuckle, hoping you didn’t sound upset because you weren’t. Jungkook had every right not to give a fuck about you, but the fact that your friend was trying to put in a good word and pretend the guy can’t even text you was just too much. “Please!”

“Not when he’s really into someone, I think,” Taehyung gave you a wink and then got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time we leave for the club or I’ll just pass out here and miss out on all the fun.”

The other people agreed with Taehyung that it was time to leave, and you and Jungkook were the only ones who said they wouldn’t be going out. Taehyung expected you to say no because you’d already told him you didn’t feel like going out, but he didn’t think Jungkook wasn’t going. He gave his friend a questioning look but dropped it as soon as Jungkook quickly shook his head, clearly not in the mood to explain himself.

Well, Taehyung clearly wasn’t on Bunny’s mailing list, or he would have understood why Jungkook didn’t feel like going. He had a show to put on, money to make, women to enchant!, you thought to yourself and almost snickered. You wondered how Taehyung would feel about the whole Bunny thing. He’d probably be very supportive while also teasing the hell out of Jungkook whenever he could.

“Are you staying behind with Jungkook?” Taehyung whispered at you when he took you to the side seconds before leaving the apartment. “You can tell me!”

“No, Taehyung,” you sighed, getting a bit annoyed. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault, though. One look at him told you he was wasted, so you simply chuckled and patted his shoulders. “Dude, we’ve just had this conversation. Let it go, okay? Jungkook and I are not as close as you think we are.”

“Okay, be all secretive about it, then. Don’t let me in. Have a secret life with my friend I know nothing about,” Taehyung raised both hands in the air and then shouted loud enough for Jungkook to hear. “You two have fun!”

With that, the group started leaving the apartment and you noticed that Jungkook was lingering on. Did he have an end goal, or did he just want to let his friends leave and then sprint out himself and avoid talking to you? Obviously, he couldn’t go out, not when he notified all his fans that he’d be live streaming.

Despite your expectations, Jungkook was the last one left in the apartment, and it seemed like he just didn’t have the intention to leave. Instead, he stood in the middle of the living room and waited for you to close the door behind Namjoon, who was the last to leave after giving you a hug and thanking you for your patience around that many drunk people. Always so sensible. You wondered why Taehyung hadn’t introduced him to you sooner, long before the thing with Jungkook ever happened.

You closed the door and looked at Jungkook questioningly, waiting for him to say something. After all, he was the one standing in your living room after all his friends left, so it was his turn to speak up, no matter how nervous he was. What did he want from you?

“Need help cleaning up?” Jungkook asked after clearing his throat.

Then, he looked around the living room, as if he was trying to show you that you did need his help. He was right, though. The group did leave a bit of a mess behind and it would take you a while to get everything to the kitchen, wash the dishes, and clean the table. You knew that Taehyung would wake up tomorrow afternoon and you wouldn’t be able to put up with the mess until then.

“Sure,” you said and started grabbing as many cups as you could and quickly bringing them to the kitchen.

You’d already decided you weren’t going to do dishes tonight, not after the busy day at work and then the workout at the gym, but you were going to clean up the living room. There was nothing worse than getting up in the morning and having to deal with a mess you didn’t even make.

While placing the dishes in the sink, you wondered if you should ask Jungkook about the stream and why he decided to do it again. It could be seen as you prying into his life, which you really didn’t want to do. Was it any of your business?

But then again, you two needed to act friendly after everything. It’s not like he let you down in some way or broke a promise. After all, the two of you were still Taehyung’s closest friends and that wasn’t going to change. You had to be friendly with each other, at least.

Jungkook joined you in the kitchen soon after with his hands full of cups and placed them in the sink without a word. The next time he came back, Jungkook brought over all the alcohol that Taehyung and his friends left in the living room, placing it back on the shelf the bottles usually occupied. He’d been at the apartment a million times before, so he knew his way around without you having to tell him anything.

“That’s the last of it,” Jungkook informed you when he was done.

With that, he walked back out into the living room, which made you wonder why Jungkook was going back there instead of home. Was he planning on staying? With you? Why? Wasn’t his live-stream supposed to start soon?

You wanted to get some answers, so you followed Jungkook into the living room. When he noticed that you were glaring at him from the kitchen door, Jungkook turned to face you as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

“What?” He looked at you, clearly confused as to why you were staring at him as if him sitting down instead of leaving after everyone left wasn’t completely out of character. “We’re not going to talk?”

“Talk about what?” You asked, linking your arms across your chest and staying away from Jungkook and his hot body and that smile that told you he was so fucking confident all of a sudden. What the hell happened in the last half an hour that made him act this way?

“You seem kind of upset with me, so maybe that,” Jungkook suggested.

You then realized he was putting on this confident facade, but his nervousness was starting to show—he was rubbing his palms against his thighs as he waited for you to say something. Of course, Jungkook didn’t like being the center of attention, and he sure was now because you didn’t look away from his face even once.

“I’m sorry if I seem upset,” you sighed, realizing that you were acting kind of bitchy towards someone just because things didn’t go the way you wanted them to. Taehyung was right: not having sex for a long time has messed with you. Now that you got a taste of it again, you were acting like a fool. “I’m really not. It’s just been a long day.”

“You sure?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, making you question everything. Where did this playful tone of his come from all of a sudden? “Why are you standing all the way over there?”

You walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Jungkook with a long sigh, deciding that you could play the game too. Besides, the more comfortable he felt around you, the better for your friendship with each other and Taehyung. “Better?”

“Much,” Jungkook grinned and then looked away, nodding. After a couple of seconds of silence, he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re not mad? I’m asking because you used to act friendly around me.”

Jungkook’s words took you by surprise. Did you stop acting friendly towards Jungkook after you’d slept with him? If your behavior changed, it did so for no other reason than the fact that he didn’t text you, even though he’d never promised to do it.

Why were you so hung up on Jungkook anyway? Was he really the best sex of your life? Well, yeah, but that didn’t mean you two had to continue having sex. It was a casual thing, it happened, and that was it. He was still Jungkook, Taehyung’s shy friend who had a problem looking you in the eye when other people were around. Why start treating him differently?

“I think the fact that you came inside of me and then never texted me after had something to do with it,” you said nonchalantly, which made Jungkook choke on his own spit. You knew he’d get flustered if you used such crude language, but it was all true. You were both there, ready to talk it out, so why not be honest? “I mean, it’s totally cool, but you know.”

“You could have texted too,” Jungkook pointed out, tonguing his cheek, clearly embarrassed—you could tell by the way he quickly looked away. “I didn’t because… I told you I was… I… Wanted a chance with you. So the ball was kind of in your court, right?”

Did he say that? Maybe before he fucked you.

The whole thing was in a fog, except when he was inside of you, if you were being honest. You did remember Jungkook telling you something about him wanting a chance with you, which is why he didn’t live-stream since then. Until tonight, that is. But, that wasn’t the last thing he told you or something he really emphasized. To you, it was something he said in passing because he wanted to fuck and you happened to be at the same club and clearly into him.

“Maybe,” you shrugged with a grin. “I guess I’m just used to gentlemen.”

It was a shameless lie. Not only were you not used to gentlemen, you weren’t used to men at all, at least not in the last couple of years. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so desperate as to watch online streamers to get off. But Jungkook didn’t have to know that. If he was being cocky about it, so could you.

“Oh,” Jungkook bit on his lower lip and cocked an eyebrow up. “My mistake then. So, do you want me to text you first?”

“Please do,” you said, letting it show just how desperate you clearly were.

When was the last time you showed any kind of dignity around Jungkook? You couldn’t remember, but you really didn’t have anything to lose. You two had already slept together, you knew each other’s very deep and dark secret that you didn’t want out, and it’s clear that you were into him. He seemed to be into you, so there was no reason to pretend you weren’t interested.

Seeing Jungkook pull his phone out of his pocket and start typing stirred you from your thoughts about being into him. Was he really checking his phone in the middle of this conversation? Then, your phone vibrated and you grabbed it before even thinking about how lame it would seem because it became obvious Jungkook had just texted you.

Jungkook: sorry for taking so long. want to hang out?

The ridiculousness of it all made you chuckle, and Jungkook seemed to be happy with himself, the drinks he had already clearly had something to do with that.

“Hang out how?” You asked with a smirk on your face, enjoying the fact that you got him nervous for a second.

“What we did the first time is more up my alley,” Jungkook admitted but had to look away a second in unable to maintain eye contact any longer.

“Oh, so you’re not a fan of fucking women in bathroom stalls?” You prolonged his suffering for a while by being so straightforward about it. Jungkook could talk a lot of shit, but when you did the same, he seemed to shy away.

“It’s not that I’m not a fan of fucking you in a stall,” Jungkook shifted in his seat so that he was facing you. It was now your turn to squirm. “I just prefer to do it somewhere more private, somewhere we can do whatever we want.”

“Hm,” you hummed and nodded slowly. Was that an invite? You really hoped it was because you wanted to feel Jungkook again, despite everything you told yourself earlier. If you were both down to have sex, there was nothing stopping you. “Sounds nice.”

“Are you, uh, interested?” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when asking, and you had to give him props for that. He clearly wasn’t the most open person out there, especially when it came to women, so you had to commend him for asking that while looking right at you.

If there was one thing you could conclude about your thing with Jungkook is that it made him a lot more confident when it came to sex. Here he was, asking you if you were interested in fucking him. Taehyung would have been proud if he were there, you were sure.

“Don’t you have a live stream to get to?” You shrugged and leaned back against the sofa, taking your eyes off of him. Maybe you were a bit salty about him putting on a show for others when he didn’t text you, but that was his own fault.

“Why don’t you join me, then?”

Your head snapped in Jungkook’s direction before he had the chance to laugh at his own suggestion. “What?”

“Well, the way I see it, we both want to have fun,” Jungkook looked at your mouth when he said that and you knew exactly what kind of fun you two would have. “And I announced a stream. So, why not kill two birds with one stone?”

“You think I’d join you on stream?” You lowered your voice and practically hissed the words at him before laughing out loud. “Me? Looking like this?”

There was no way in hell you’d be comfortable getting naked in front of more than one person at a time, let alone showing your body to a bunch of women who logged on to see this man with the body of a Greek god and a dick of a pornstar. They’d be pissed off if some woman got in the way of seeing Jungkook’s body in all its glory.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at you and grabbed your thigh, digging his fingers into your skin. “Don’t say that in front of me, okay? You look amazing.”

Despite not agreeing with him, you appreciated the sentiment so you nodded and Jungkook released your thigh from his warm grasp. “They don’t have to see you. You can just watch me do what I do while I watch you. It will be over soon and then we can have fun.”

You were way past watching Bunny’s videos. In fact, you promised yourself you’d never do that again.

However, if you went over to Jungkook’s and watched him jerk off in person, it would be totally different, at least that‘s what you told yourself. Besides, you wanted each other, so why not make the most out of it?

Nobody would know, it would remain your little secret, and Jungkook would finally touch you again.

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And that’s how you found yourself naked on Jungkook’s bed, save for a large t-shirt he gave you to put on, even though you knew none of these people could see you. You didn’t want to be associated with Bunny’s channel in any way, so you decided to sit on the bed and stay covered while enjoying the sight of a naked Jungkook walking into the bedroom after taking a shower, his hair curly and wet, drops of water still all over his body, making it even more attractive, if that was even possible.

The Uber ride to Jungkook’s place was weird since you were both lost in your own thoughts. You weren’t sure if he was regretting his decision to ask you to come watch him in person. The whole Bunny thing was really personal for him, and you thought he asked you to join in the heat of the moment, but might change his mind later on. It’s not that you would mind.

Of course, you wanted to see him touch himself live, but you could get to see it after the live stream, up close and personal, so it wasn’t like you were going to miss out on something. You were fine either way.

When you got there, Jungkook led you to his room and explained how the whole thing worked from his side, which is when you told him you wanted to stay on the bed.

“Once I’m done, can I turn it off and come fuck you?” Jungkook asked, his eyes suddenly seemed so dark as if he was already turned on, even though you two hadn’t even touched each other. By that point, you’d only said yes to watching him.

“Why not?” You agreed to it without giving it a second thought. What would be the point of overthinking the whole thing? You wanted Jungkook, he wanted you.

So, Jungkook gave you a shirt of his to put on so you could enjoy the show the right way, and you knew exactly what he meant by it. Besides, you doubted that you could just sit there and watch him do this live without feeling the need to touch yourself.

When he walked back into the room naked, your head snapped up in his direction and the last thing you expected of him was to walk over to the bed, crouch in front of you, and pull you in closer by holding onto your thighs.

“You look great,” Jungkook said, kneeling between your legs. What was he going to do? Your pussy throbbed at the idea of him being so close to you. “And I can’t wait for the stream to finish.”

“I can’t wait to watch,” you admitted, placing your hands on Jungkook’s cheeks and rubbing them with your thumbs—even though he was trying to get you to relax, his voice was shivering, which told you he was the one who needed it. “You look great.”

Your comment made him flustered, you could tell by the way he chuckled and looked at the floor. So, instead of keeping things PG and letting him mentally prepare for the show, you pulled Jungkook in closer and kissed him. He let out a sigh of relief and kissed you back, quickly getting up from his knees.

Before you knew it, you were lying on the bed with Jungkook on top of you, his tongue in your mouth, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You felt the urge to wrap your legs around him and just ask him to shove it in. Fuck the live stream, fuck all the women who were waiting for him, fuck the tips.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, moving away from you, though unwillingly. “If we keep going, that stream will be really short.”

You laughed, happy about the effect you had on this extremely handsome guy who you watched up to a couple of weeks ago. “You’re right, you should get ready… I’ll stay here and watch. Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” His voice quivered once again as he stared right into your eyes, his nose right next to yours, so close.

“You know that if you want me to, I can go watch TV or something,” you nodded slowly, hoping you sounded reassuring. “We can continue later.”

“Hm,” Jungkook pretended to think about it as he got up and walked over to his chair. “I think I’ll have more fun if you’re here.”

“How do you usually do it?” You asked, sitting up so you could get a better look at his naked body. It felt creepy, but that’s why he invited you in the first place. “Do you watch porn or think about something hot?”

“Porn,” Jungkook admitted with a nod. “It stops me from thinking about how many people are out there watching. If I didn’t watch porn, I’d have to look at the screen and see what the people are writing and I’d realize that there were so many of them watching me and it would fuck me up.”

You nodded, understanding how nervous that could make someone. You could never put on a show like Jungkook did, play with yourself like that for everyone to see, and look so hot doing it. Your mind would be working overtime if you were ever in that situation, knowing hundreds of people were glued to their screen, staring at you.

Jungkook set everything up on his PC, and moved it to the side, just enough so he had a good look at you while still staying in the frame. “No porn today, just you.”

“Oh, really?” You chuckled, unable to contain your laughter. The situation was so sexually tense, yet Jungkook made it seem so sweet with the way he smiled at you. What was going on with you today? You kept flip-flopping when it came to Jungkook. “I hope I’ll live up to it.”

“Trust me, you will,” he nodded aggressively. “You don’t have to touch yourself if you don’t want to. Do whatever feels right for you.”

Jungkook looked you in the eye again and then quickly looked at the PC and started clicking. He was so attractive that it was becoming annoying. Did he always have to look perfect, even when he was visibly nervous?

“Okay, don’t worry,” you responded. “You do your thing.”

“You know you’re more than welcome to join, right?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and turned his attention to you.

“No way,” you responded without thinking about it because there wasn’t anything to think about. Getting naked for so many strangers was not your thing, and you didn’t want to ruin his pretty successful career. “I’m more comfortable watching. Besides, I don’t think your fans would appreciate seeing another woman touching you.”

Jungkook scoffed at your statement. “The people who watch are just trying to get off, right? Isn’t it easier to imagine yourself there when someone’s getting fucked than when I’m just jerking off?”

Well, he had a point there, but you were sure there would be those who would mind seeing someone other than Jungkook in the stream. People watched to see a man play with himself, not fuck someone.

“I love how you’re asking me this since I’m the target audience,” you joked but then actually gave it a thought. “Maybe you’re right.”

“If you change your mind, just know you can come in anytime,” Jungkook grinned at you warmly. “Once this is done, it’s showtime. Talk to you soon, it’s starting.”

A couple of clicks later, Jungkook leaned back into his chair and spread his legs, which was a clear sign of the stream beginning, so you cocked your head to the side and watched him.

You knew how attractive Jungkook was when he was naked, but seeing him do this brought the whole thing to the next level. Watching him squirt lube all over his already hard cock was enough to get you to gulp—you already wanted him and he hadn’t even started.

Jungkook moaned loudly as he moved his hand up and down his cock, making slick, wet sounds in the process, knowing it turned on everyone watching the stream, including you.

It all sounded so hot—his moans, the wetness of the lube, the sounds his fist made around his cock. And he was right there in the same room as you, looking at you while he stroked himself.

Jungkook suddenly hissed, taking you by surprise, even though you’d heard him do it a million times before as an avid watcher. “Do you like watching this, huh?”

For a second, you forgot that he was doing this for the stream and the thousands of people watching him and you almost responded that you fucking loved it, but you stopped yourself in time. Still, the way Jungkook was looking at you told you that he was asking you.

“I knew you would… Is it big enough for you?” Jungkook asked, grabbing his cock by the base and then smacking it against the palm of his other hand, letting it make a loud, wet sound, and you instantly remembered how that cock sounded when it hit your slit that way, sticking to it because of your juices. “Hard enough, hm? Will it fit inside that pretty little mouth of yours?”

When Jungkook said that, your hand flew down to your crotch and you cupped yourself, feeling the need to rub yourself against something, preferably Jungkook’s face. However, that was out of the question, so you used your palm instead, unable to contain yourself. There was no way you were getting through the stream without touching yourself.

“Let me see it, come on, be a good girl,” Jungkook said and you knew he was now talking to you. In fact, you could see him looking at you with a cocked eyebrow, clearly staring at your crotch and your hand blocking his access to it.

So, you listened to him and spread your legs wide, pulling the shirt up to your waist so as to give Jungkook a good view of your bare crotch, which he really seemed to like.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me already,” he grunted, licking his lips, before continuing to stroke his cock. “Look how hard you made me and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

You sank your teeth into your lower lip, not wanting to make a sound, not when so many people were watching him, but it was almost impossible. You started to rub your clit as you stared at Jungkook, enjoying his gaze and his every move. “Just like that, make yourself feel good… Wish I was there touching you, right?”

Jungkook hummed in approval and started to moan gently as he tugged at his cock, throwing in a hiss here and there to keep the rhythm going. Fuck, you loved hearing him be so vocal so fucking much. It was your favorite part of Bunny’s streams, but seeing it in person beat watching it through a screen by a mile.

How could he look so fucking confident and full of himself sitting there naked, jerking off, staring right at your crotch but then also be unable to say a full sentence when he was dressed? It made no sense, but it didn’t have to—you were there to enjoy.

“I bet you want me so bad right now,” Jungkook groaned loudly, kicking his head back, allowing you and all the other women on the line to watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped. You wished you could walk over to him and lick and bite his neck since he liked it so much. “Want me to fill you up, huh?”

You started to rub your clit with the back of your palm, going in hard, applying a lot of pressure as you moved your hand in circles, wanting to come as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach was becoming unbearable so fast.

It probably felt that way because it was dirty and wrong and you knew hundreds of people were on the other side of the screen, watching Jungkook, doing the same thing as you—staring at him with spread legs, imagining he was right there, about to fuck them.

But, for all those people, he was just a fantasy while you got to have him, and that turned you on a lot more than you imagined it would. Fuck, you wanted Jungkook to walk over and shove his cock inside of you, and you weren’t sure when you turned into that kind of a person.

“You look so pretty touching yourself like that,” Jungkook said with a chuckle and the best part about it, his smirk, wasn’t caught on the stream. It made you want to scream his name. “Bet you’d look even prettier with my cock inside you.”

Your walls were pulsating around nothing and you needed something to fill you up. The pressure you were applying against your clit wasn’t enough—it just got you wetter and more excited, but it didn’t help get rid of the horniness. Jungkook’s moans in the background weren’t helping at all, either.

“Yeah, baby, like that,” Jungkook said, staring right at you, and the fact that you knew what it felt like to be on the other end of his laptop, watching him jerk off like this while saying these nasty things turned you on. “You like touching yourself for me, huh?”

The fact that you were there with him and were the subject of his attention while he did those things was an even bigger turn-on, especially since you could see just how excited Jungkook was. He’d barely begun, yet his dick seemed so inviting and ready for you.

You nodded at Jungkook, which made him hiss and kick his head back. “I knew you were a slut for me… I love it. Want to spank your ass with my dick.”

The image of Jungkook smacking his hard dick across your ass made you shove a finger inside of yourself. You were surprised to feel how wet you were, clearly eager to feel Jungkook’s mouth or cock on you. His eyes widened as he watched your fingers enter you and reappear all wet and sticky with your juices.

Jungkook grunted and closed his eyes for a second and the act turned you on a lot more than you thought something so simple would. It was for your eyes only, and you knew it meant he was holding it all in.

“I could come just thinking about getting to touch you like that… How many fingers do you have there, two?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned, his hand still moving up and down his cock fervently, making slick noises along the way. “I think you’ll need at least three if you want my dick to fit, baby… One more.”

You listened to what he asked of you and realized that Jungkook was right—three did feel a lot better than two. Still, the feeling was not even close to the way his dick filled you up, especially when it was so hard. You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to finish the stream so he could fuck you. But, then you remembered that he wouldn’t be able to fuck you, not after coming, so you kicked your head back and almost groaned in frustration but didn’t, knowing you weren’t supposed to be heard at all.

“Now go fast for me,” Jungkook suggested, moaning at the end of his question. “Fuck yourself… Think of me… Make yourself come around those pretty fingers.”

You leaned back on your elbow, continuing to move your fingers in and out quickly, touching that spot over and over again while staring right at Jungkook’s eyes. For a long while, you forgot who he was and who you were, and only focused on the fact that he was a naked man jerking himself off and staring at you doing the same, and the thought made you feel amazing.

“Just like that, baby… Faster… Harder… Want to come all over you,” Jungkook ended the thought with a hiss and you saw some precum leak out of his cock, which made you want to taste him badly.

This gorgeous male specimen with a great dick was sitting right in front of you, getting himself off on you watching him, and you had him all for yourself, at least tonight—just that was enough to get you feral. The way Jungkook was looking at you messed with your head, and you couldn’t stop staring at his face. You knew very well you should have been focusing on his broad shoulders, toned torso, or that rock-hard dick of his, but you couldn’t.

Yes, your gaze flew down from time to time, but the look on Jungkook’s pretty little face was a lot more arousing to you, and so was knowing you turned him on. You were the reason for his moans, grunts, and hisses, and the subject of all the dirty, nasty things he was saying he wanted to do.

“I can’t wait for you to feel my cock, baby,” he kept talking, turning you on even more. He was putting on a show, of course, so he had to be as vocal as possible, and that included moaning on top of all the dirty talk. “I bet you’d come around it so fast… I could fuck you for days and not get tired.”

You let yourself plop down on the bed as you felt your orgasm approach, which wasn’t hard to recognize—your toes curled, your stomach was shaking, and the fire in the pit of your stomach was about to explode. Your fingers kept moving in and out and Jungkook kept moaning and telling you how pretty you looked and you couldn’t hold it in, so you bit on your fist and let your body spasm as you rode out your high, wishing Jungkook was inside of you instead of your own fingers.

“Fuck, did you come for me?” Jungkook asked before chuckling, and you didn’t even react to his question or the fact that it was really specific—a lot of the viewers wouldn’t be able to relate. “I can make you come without even touching you. Imagine what I could do with my dick...”

You propped yourself up on your elbow again and gently pulled the fingers out of you, spreading them apart and lifting them to give Jungkook a better look.

“Mhm,” he hummed in approval. “So wet for me… Wet and sticky… I bet I’d slide right in.”

You nodded with a grin, which made Jungkook look away and you dared think he got shy, even if for a second. But, he soon regained his composure and grunted. “I want to explode all over you, shower you with cum… Cum in you and when it starts dripping out of your pussy, pump it all back in, stuff you full of it, mhm?”

You bit down on your lower lip and moved your hand down to your crotch again, gently teasing your clit. It was still engorged and sensitive, but you had to get off again. You couldn’t resist, not when Jungkook looked so fucking good.

“Come ride my cock, baby, please,” Jungkook begged, looking at you suggestively with a raised eyebrow. You could swear you heard the desperation in his voice and you figured he wanted to come. “Let me—ah, fuck!—fill you up.”

You tried so hard not to make a sound—you didn’t want all those women to know someone was in the room with Bunny, but it was so difficult when Jungkook was practically begging you to come ride him. “You know it would feel so good… I fill you up nicely every time.”

The worst part about the whole thing was that you were contemplating actually doing it. Nobody could see you if they couldn’t see him because you knew Bunny paid attention to it and never showed anything above his neck. He set the whole thing up so the viewers couldn’t tell his identity.

So, if you walked over to Jungkook and sat on his cock, nobody would see you. You already came, but you were still so eager to feel him, especially when he had such a sweet face but such a filthy mouth, and when he was practically begging you to do it.

“Don’t stay quiet, pretty,” Jungkook moaned at you, cocking his head to the side. “Make some noise for me… Show me how much you like watching.”

You licked your lips and shoved your fingers inside of your pussy again, spreading your thighs to give him a good view.

“Good girl,” Jungkook grunted in a low voice, and that sound was enough to get you going again. “Such a sweet, tight, little pussy… I want to fill it so fucking bad, baby….”

The idea of having that hard cock of his inside of you was starting to mess with your brain again. The image of Jungkook holding you in his hands and keeping you pinned between his body and the stall door while pumping in and out of you hard and then coming inside of you came back and you started to move your fingers so fast that it was audible.

You stopped the second you realized you made a sound, and a loud one at that—your pussy was soaking and your fingers went in and out quite harshly, and the sound was lascivious.

Instead of getting upset over it, Jungkook grunted loudly and grabbed his balls with the other hand. “Fuck! Just like that… Imagine your fingers were my cock, fuck yourself…”

So, you kept on going, digging your feet into his bed with your toes curled, wishing he’d just come over and fuck you, shove that big cock of his inside of you and come all over your walls.

“Please, come sit on my cock…” Jungkook asked, staring right into your eyes, and you felt like he was talking directly to you. When he cocked his eyebrow up and looked at you all confused, you realized that he was. “Don’t you want to feel it inside of you? Look how hard you get it...”

You looked back at Jungkook, unsure of whether he really wanted this and whether you were going to do it. Should you even be thinking about it? There were so many people watching, you were sure.

“Let me show everyone how much cum I can fit into your tight cunt… I’ll eat you out later until your legs shake.”

Those were the magic words, you found out as your legs took you to Jungkook before your brain could even process your actions.

Jungkook bucked his hips into his fist when he saw you walking over, and when you threw one leg over his lap and motioned for him to position his cock at your entrance, he grunted loudly. “Fuck, I can’t wait.”

With those words, he grabbed his cock by its base and rubbed it against your entrance before slipping just the tip in. His other hand was perched on your ass, giving it a light squeeze. His dick felt so smooth but hard, so you sat down on it fully, until your thighs were touching his. Jungkook took the chance to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your shirt up so the audience could see his dick entering you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook said and leaned in to kiss you, moaning into the kiss, clearly trying to please both you and the audience.

You knew what this looked like from the back—Jungkook’s firm thighs in view, his balls on full display, and his cock entering you so everyone could see and imagine they were there instead of you and Bunny was fucking them.

Suddenly, Jungkook started to pump himself into you from below, so you held onto his shoulder and hair and held him tight, waiting for him to cum inside of you.

“Please, be fast,” you whispered to him, hoping nobody would hear. You didn’t want to stay there for a long time and risk someone recognizing you. You also didn’t want Jungkook’s name to slip out of your mouth by accident, or to do anything else that could compromise this thing of yours or his.

“I’ll be fast, baby,” Jungkook said before smacking your ass hard and then kneading the flesh, spreading your cheeks so people could see his cock enter you from an even better angle. “I know you want me to fill you up.”

Then, Jungkook looked right into your eyes and smiled, and you didn’t think he ever looked so sweet, despite the fact that he was naked and putting on a show for thousands of people. None of it mattered when he looked at you the way he did, his brown eyes glued to yours, hair sticking to his sweaty face, a look of lust on it as he kept thrusting into you.

It could have been going on for hours, it could have been mere minutes—Jungkook felt so good that you lost track of time. His hands were keeping you in place, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock going in and out, hips smacking into yours from below. The thing that made you forget where you were was the way he was looking at you, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open, focusing solely on your face as he pumped himself into you from below, harshly, loudly.

So, you had no choice but to kiss Jungkook, and he eagerly kissed you back, moaning into the kiss and speeding up his pace. Once again, you proved to yourself that kissing was a huge turn-on for Jungkook.

In fact, you thought that any kind of gentleness was a turn-on for him, whether compliments or signs of affection like playing with his hair, caressing his cheeks, or kissing him. If anyone was touch-deprived, it was you, so you could sympathize. Besides, Jungkook was treating you so well that you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel the same way.

“Are you ready for me?” Jungkook hissed through his teeth. When you nodded, ready to take his cum, Jungkook sped up his pace and you could feel him coming inside of you.

“Fuck, baby—ah, so tight!” Jungkook grunted loudly, not forgetting what he was there for—he had an audience to please.

“You’re so hot,” you whispered into his ear, feeling your face sticking to his as Jungkook’s hand held you in place.

“Take my cum, come on…. You love it so much, right?” Jungkook asked, his hands moving up and down your back all the way to your ass, which he squeezed and held up in the air, so his still-erect cock could slide right out of you, followed by a streak of his cum.

Jugkook leaned in and quickly closed the browser tab, ending the stream. Then, he cupped your face and kissed you, surprising you with the sudden softness of his touch and expression. “This will be the first and only stream of mine I will watch back.”

You chuckled, kicking your head back, still riding your high, not realizing that you’d just let hundreds of people watch Jungkook come inside of you. “You’re a fool.”

“No, I’m serious,” Jungkook chuckled, now returning his hands to your body, this time on your thighs. “I can’t wait to see what it looked like.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and stood up, cupping your crotch. For some reason, it felt more embarrassing to think that Jungkook would watch this stream back than having all those people watch you. They didn’t know who you were, and he did, maybe that was the difference. “If you ever tell anyone about this...” You let your voice trail off, allowing him to come up with his own punishment.

“Never,” Jungkook said, crossing his heart with an earnest look on his face. “Never. I promise.”

“Good,” you nodded, still cupping your crotch and feeling his warm cum slip out of you and onto your palm. “Can I shower here?”

“Of course,” Jungkook sprang up to grab you a couple of towels as if you needed that many. “You’re welcome to, uh, stay the night, too.”

Should you? That’s all you kept thinking about under the shower.

Should you stay with him? If you did, you’d get to kiss and touch Jungkook, sleep next to him, cuddle with him, and you missed all those things. You didn’t miss Jungkook, you didn’t have feelings for him or anything like that, but you missed feeling close to another person.

These things weren’t exactly something you did with total strangers. In fact, you only did such stuff when you were in a relationship. Since you were lightyears away from one, you could only do it with Jungkook, who was far from a stranger or a creep or anything like that, so it actually felt nice to sleep next to him, kiss him, and touch him.

When you walked out of the bathroom wearing just his T-shirt again, Jungkook grinned happily, realizing you were going to stay.

“I’ll join you in a couple of minutes, after the shower,” he sounded excited as he walked past you into the bathroom, and you couldn’t help but feel content as you got under the covers and waited for him.

The whole thing was a crazy rollercoaster from the very beginning. Jungkook, the shy and awkward friend of Taehyung's, was the same guy you drooled over. You slept together, had the time of your life, and then went back to ignoring each other, and you did that twice. Was it time to stop beating around the bush and just talk about it?

Clearly, you both wanted to sleep with each other and you didn’t want it to be a one-time thing, two-time thing, or anything like that. Why not discuss it, so Jungkook wouldn’t shy away from you again? You didn’t want to go through all the ignoring and awkwardness again to only end up in his bed later than you hoped you would.

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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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𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 ♡

people who don’t say please and thank you are ugly

I swear, I'll never get tired of these two and I sure as hell will never get tired of aoy!jimin The way he treats her with such tenderness, they way he takes care of her and the baby (even unborn), the way he teases her but also makes sure to give her everything she wants is just so goals, I can't even! He's husband material indeed ❤

I loved the strawberry feeding part and the following smut was as hot as always 🤤 Thank you for sharing this beautiful aoy stand-alone oneshot, I've definitely missed you & your wonderful writing 🥰💗

sweet cravings | pjm (m)

banner by the best @jimilter 💘

pairing ↠ (aoy) ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ established relationship AU | smut + fluff

summary ↠ With a little over a month left until your due date, Jimin whisks you away for a romantic getaway, spending most nights pleasing you in any and every way.

word count ↠ 4.5k

18+ | warnings ↠ pwp ig?? y/n is pregnany + horny, jimin is a tease (but also super cute 🥰), dirty talk, grinding, tongue fucking, oral (m. and f.), fingering, handjob, blowjob, cumshot, clit play, nipple play, finger sucking, pregnancy sex, lactation kink (honestly idek LOL), impreg/cum kink, multiple orgasms, creampie + our aoy!sweethearts being their usual lovesick selves <3

a/n. this started off great in my head and now it’s this, so pls accept it. it’s also written in one day so gloss over any mistakes please :) love you all, i’m sorry i’m taking so long with my fics, okay bye now xo

featuring the ‘all of you’ couple, but it can be read as a stand-alone! :)

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