Bts Ot7 ( Masterlist )

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ━━━━ bts ot7 ( masterlist )

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ↬ being an office worker is not bad. and your new job happens to confirm that; when it seems your first day couldn’t get any better, your new coworker comes up with an unexpected proposal. “unexpected” for you, but not for him. maybe you should have read the clause at end of your contract…

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ mature ( s )

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ bts x finance manager!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ↬ SMUT! literally porn with plot. discussion of sex, sex between coworkers, previously consented sex, protected and unprotected sex, rough sex, sex in public places, sexual tension at its finest, random hookups, oral sex (f and m receiving), mentions of male x male action. warnings are more detailed in each chapter.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ↬

001. staff accountant, jeon jungkook. ! read here !

002. administrative assistant, kim taehyung. ( coming soon … )

003. project manager, min yoongi.

004. business analyst, park jimin.

005. sales representative, jung hoseok.

006. executive assistant, kim seokjin.

007. chief executive officer, kim namjoon.

+ additional chapters

With Benefits

Park Jimin X Reader

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: Language, smut around every corner, mild mentions of infidelity.

Genre: Frenemies to Lovers.

A deep annoyed sigh escaped you as the door opened to reveal an incredibly smug looking Park Jimin.

“Password?”

“Fuck you, Jimin.”

“No. You’re supposed to say ‘Fuck me, Jimin’.” He shook his head in faux disappointment, a few loose strands of hair falling across his forehead in the process. “Close enough, I guess.”

With a roll of your eyes you shoved passed him through the door of his apartment. You’d been there so often that stepping inside always felt a little bit like coming home. It was admittedly a stunning bachelor pad in the city that you’d envied since the first time you’d seen it.

The view overlooking the city from the fiftieth floor was breathtaking at every hour of the day and it alone was worth every penny he spent to live there. The entire one bedroom apartment was filled with exposed brick and wooden beams. The living room furniture was all red leathers and dark wood. It looked incredibly cold and masculine but ended up being surprisingly warm and comfortable. The bedroom was where you spent most of your time there anyway and was much brighter, plush white pillows and cozy thick knit blankets.

You’d always sort of thought the only thing missing was a pet. Jimin said he was too busy for an animal. He worked too late and traveled too much. Felt like an excuse to you, seeing as he always had the free time when you wanted to spend it with him. You bought him a plant several months back and he seemed to be taking very good care of that, or it was still alive anyway.

“That was quick, I swear we only got off the phone like five minutes ago.” He commented, locking the door as you dropped your purse on the long counter that separated the living room and the kitchen.

“I was already in the area when you called.”

You leaned back against the counter and watched him saunter over. One hand in the pocket of his nice black work slacks, the other cupping his chin as he took you in. His eyes moved over you slowly. It sent sparks shooting all over your skin. Still you kept your composure.

“Cute coat.” He said finally, as he stood in front of you, “The belt looks like a ribbon. Like you’re a gift for me to unwrap.”

“Are you going to be a gentleman and ask if you can take my cute coat for me?”

“Why, too lazy to do it yourself? It’s not like you don’t practically live here anyway.” He grinned at the pout on your lips. “Fine. Madam, your coat?”

You raised an eyebrow at the hand he held out to you, “What? You don’t want to unwrap me?”

He sighed, as deeply annoyed with you as you were with him. Always. “What’s your deal tonight? Little brat…”

Taking a step closer he grabbed the red silk belt around your waist and tugged. The coat fell open pretty easily after that, and you watched with a sense of pride as his mouth fell open in a mix of shock and amusement. His eyes moved over the black and blue corset, garter set you had been hiding underneath. From the lace thigh high tights, to the detailed black design on blue silk of the corset, he took in every inch.

“I have to ask-“ He paused to take a deep breath letting it out slowly, “What were you doing in my area wearing that?”

Your teeth tugged at your lip. “I was already coming to see you when you called.”

“Before I even asked?” He tried, poorly, to hide his blush.

“Yeah. You should feel honored.”

“Oh, believe me, I do. Give me a spin?” He requested. With a shrug your black trench coat dropped to your high heeled feet and you obliged, giving him the full look. “Jesus.”

“Do you like it?” You asked, you weren’t sure why you felt nervous, as if he might not. Of course he would. “It’s your favorite color.”

“Well, I did just cum in my pants.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “However you want to interpret that.”

“Good.” You grinned, “Now make me a drink.”

He looked reluctant to move away from you but ultimately did. Clearing his throat he asked, “What did I do to deserve this anyway? Is it a holiday I don’t remember? My birthday? Our anniversary?”

You stayed quiet, bending down to pick up your jacket and tossing it over the back of the couch while he made your drink. After a moment he turned around with a bright smile.

“It’s our anniversary!” He laughed, “Damn, I never pegged you for the sentimental type.”

“Well I may have pegged you, but never as the type to forget.”

“First of all,“ He handed you your drink as he moved back to you, “I let you do that one time. You have to stop bringing it up.”

“Oh, come on,” you moved your fingers over his hip and directed him closer, “you liked it.”

“You liked it way more.” He nuzzled against your neck for a moment, one arm slipping around you, pulling you in before leaving a soft kiss below your ear. “Anyway, even if I hadn’t forgotten, what would you have had me do? It’s not like I can get you a giant bear or a dozen roses. Would you want me to get you some hideous necklace that you hate and demand that you never take it off? Then what? You have to explain it to your guy when he finally notices it? What would you even say?”

“Oh,” you hesitated a little uncomfortably but he didn’t seem to notice, “I could have come up with something.”

“Good.” Pulling his hand out of his pocket he dropped a chain that dangled between his fingers. “You’re gonna have to.”

You let out a giggle and snatched the necklace from him. With a blush of your own you looked down at the little ruby charm. “You did remember!”

“Do you like it?” He asked, snatching it back from your hands to help you put it on.

“It’s absolutely hideous.” You joked. “I hate it.”

Pressing a kiss against your shoulder he grinned, “Perfect. You can never take it off, I demand it.”

-

People who say you can’t stay friends with your ex have never dated Jung Hoseok. He simply was not the kind of person you just let sneak out of your life. Lucky for you he seemed to feel the same about you. After the two of you broke up, amicably, he continued to invite you to parties and to hang out with his friends who had, over the time the two of you dated, become your friends as well. Very little changed between the two of you. Hoseok still called you his favorite girl, but the two of you kissed far less.

That was how you were introduced to Jimin. A year or so after the break up, Hoseok had left his job at the company you two worked at together and started a career at the company Jimin was with. He’d started inviting Jimin to parties and to friend nights. Of course everyone loved Jimin from the moment they met him, everyone always did. Everyone except for you. Or so it seemed. It had been three years already since you’d met him. In the beginning every time you’d seen his face something burned in the pit of your stomach like a red hot rage. Though by now you had figured out how to hone that energy into a much more beneficial outlet.

Your relationship, if it could be called that, had happened quite unexpectedly one winter evening while you were out at a club celebrating Jin’s birthday. The entire time, from the second you got there, Jimin had been relentlessly teasing you the way he always had. And as always every single one of his words and actions were burrowing deep under your skin.

“Is he always this unbearable or is it just when I show up?” You finally quipped after an entire hour of dealing with his obnoxious attitude.

Jimin just looked over at you with a smirk, in his all black suit. He had gone tieless for the event and even had the top few buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his chest. You were absolutely boiling at the sight of him.

“God will you two please just fuck and get it over with?” Yoongi groaned from his spot in the booth. “Everytime we hang out it’s the same thing. Sexual tension so thick not even a knife would get through it veiled in an immature hatred for one another. It’s old and boring.”

“Me? Sexually attracted to that sourpuss?” Jimin sneered as he eyed you from across the table though there was a grin on his lips, “Nah, I prefer my pussy sweet.”

“Don’t be so foul, Jimin.” Jin pouted, “This is my birthday. Why do guys always have to make everything about how in love you are?”

“In love?!” Both you and Jimin shrieked out your denial immediately.

Both of you started arguing about how much you argued until everyone at the table was arguing with you. The ruckus went on for entirely too long until Mya, Jungkook’s new girlfriend, very sincerely admitted to being confused since she always assumed the two of you were dating. Something about her pure innocence left everyone laughing and greatly lightened the mood.

At that point you were ready for another drink, or twelve, and offered to pick up another round for whoever wanted it before heading to the bar. Your drink came first and you immediately sucked down half of it as you waited for the rest to be ready. It was only slightly surprising to you when Jimin stepped up beside you.

“Maybe we should.” He picked a cherry out of a container on the other side of the bar and leaned his head back, exposing his long neck, as he popped it in his mouth.

“Maybe we should what?”

“Fuck it out.”

You glared over at him, “Don’t be disgusting.”

He just shrugged, “You’re the one that always acts like it’s been five years since you had a decent orgasm.”

“So rude.” You groaned, “I have a boyfriend, you know.”

“Oh, you guys are on again?” He asked, shoulders falling slightly.

“Again… rude.”

“It’s not rude.” He pouted, “I simply observed he’s not here. Again. For yet another group get together.”

“You guys aren’t his friends. You’re my friends. He doesn’t have to be here. We’re allowed to do things on our own.”

“So you are on again?”

“No!” You said, frustrated. “I mean… ugh! No, okay? No, we aren’t on again. We broke up last weekend.”

“I wasn’t far off then. You haven’t had a good orgasm in at least a week. If I had to guess more like three because you two don’t usually fuck when you’re about to break up again…”

“Stop! You don’t know everything about me, okay?” With a roll of your eyes you looked away and took a gulp of your drink.

Truth was he hadn’t been wrong. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had an orgasm that wasn’t courtesy of the well used vibrator you had tucked away in a box under your bed. Jimin noticed immediately that you didn’t exactly deny the accusation and smirked.

Leaning in close, his hand sliding across your lower back, he whispered against your ear, “Meet me by the bathrooms in ten minutes.”

“What about your date?”

“You can be my date instead.”

“Why should I?” You asked defiantly, but there was already a current of excitement coursing through you.

He let out a growl of a sigh and your thighs tensed, “For once, just shut up, and do what I say.”

Looking over your shoulder you watched as he took off through the crowd, though you weren’t sure where he was going. You ordered a second drink as the one in your hand was near empty. Once you had it you brought the tray of fresh drinks to the table and mentioned you’d be back. When Jin asked where you were going you just shrugged and took off with an innocent enough smile.

The hall near the restrooms was surprisingly empty for the most part, just a few women lined up outside of the ladies room. There was, you realized quickly, no Jimin. You stood awkwardly for a few minutes as you waited, unsure of why he’d even suggested this spot in the first place. Annoyed that he’d stood you up, you sighed and turned on your heel, ready to head back to the table.

“Going somewhere?”

You gulped at the sight of Jimin smirking arrogantly at you. Probably amused that you’d been so desperate that you actually showed up. “Yeah I’m going back to the table, I’m done waiting for you.”

His hand gripped your hip before you could pass by him, “I said ten minutes, I had to get rid of my date. It’s not my fault you were so impatient you couldn’t even wait five before you came over here.”

“I…”

He placed a finger gently over your lips, “Just shhh, okay? Come with me.”

With his hand still on your hip he led you past the restrooms and to a door at the end of the hall. When he opened the door he let you slip in before him. Your eyes tried to adjust in the dark, the only light coming from outside through a small window near the back.

“What is this? A janitor's closet?” You meant to sound more bothered by the inconvenience of it all but his lips were on you before you could properly complain.

His lips were thick and soft against yours like you had always expected they would be. The fact that you knew you’d thought about kissing him enough to have expectations left you blushing with embarrassment. He could never know. Your skin was hot, your body feverish, by the time he pulled away.

“Yes.” He pressed a kiss against your jaw, “It is. We’ll make it work.”

A little dazed already you’d forgotten you’d even asked a question in the first place. “Umm. I…”

“Yes?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

The fact that he was in control, and that he knew it, left your blood boiling. “Technically, I didn’t say I wanted this.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his fingers tugging the skirt of your dress up your thighs and over your hips. “If you don’t then you can just tell me now. Go ahead. Say it. Say you don’t want me. Tell me no. Ask me to stop.”

You only gulped as his hands moved over the cotton panties that covered your exposed ass. You could push him away. You could tell him no and tug your dress back down your thighs and storm out of the room in a huff as if you’d been entirely disrespected. Really all of that would only be doing a disservice to you because he’d been right, you were horny and lonely. It wouldn’t be a moral crime to use him for what you needed if it would mutually benefit him. You didn’t need to like each other to fuck each other. He leaned back an inch and looked at you.

“Do you want me to stop?” His hair had been slicked back but in the heated moment of your kiss a few hairs had fallen over his forehead.

He seemed so deviant before, pushing you and digging under your skin, but the look in his eyes was warm and curious. You knew right then and there if you said no, if you told him to stop he would and he wouldn’t argue or complain. The hard parts of you started to soften for him then. You shook your head no and he grinned, looking like his arrogant self once more.

“I hate your stupid face.” You groaned as he leaned in and kissed up your neck and along your jaw.

“Hate it so much you can’t stop staring at it, right?” He asked, dipping his tongue between your teeth to taste the inside of your mouth again.

With your back pressed against a shelf lined with paper towels he continued to kiss you. Slipping his knee between your legs he nudged at you to them open which you obliged quickly.

“Oh, oh Jimin...” his name fell from your lips before you could think to stop it.

“Oh Jimin…” He mocked wickedly against your skin, “You’re easier to please than I expected you to be.”

“You’re as obnoxious as I always assumed.” you gasped as his thigh flexed between your legs.

“You always so sensitive?”

“No.” You whimpered as his fingers brushed the warm moist patch of cloth that kept him from you. “Fuck.”

“You really haven’t been taken care of lately. If you had been I wouldn’t have you desperate, and on the edge of cumming without even touching that soaked little cunt that you're hiding from me.”

“What the fuck, Jimin?” He slipped your panties to the side and brushed his fingertips along the slick slit. “I thought you were supposed to be a nice guy.”

“You don’t mean nice.” He whispered against your ear. A satisfied moan slipped past his lips as his fingers moved against the hot, wet mess he’d found. Your thighs trembled beneath you. “You mean boring. And you have no idea how wrong you are. But don’t worry, I can show you just how ‘not nice’ I am.”

After a few seconds he pulled his hand from you and lifted his glistening fingers between the two of you. With a smile he moved his fingers so you could see your own arousal string between them. He looked practically giddy.

“Should I taste it?” He asked genuinely, “I’ve been thinking about it for so long I don’t know if I should. Why ruin the fantasy?”

You couldn’t help but blush, “You’ve thought about what I taste like?”

“I think about you all the time.” He moved his fingers between his lips and groaned deeply as he sucked them clean. “Stunning.”

“Fantasy still intact?”

“Fantasy improved.”

A blanket of goosebumps covered your skin and you watched him as he knelt down in front of you, hiking the skirt of your dress back up around your hips from where it had fallen.

He grinned and looked up at you. “These are adorable.”

You scrambled to try and think of what underwear you’d picked as you got ready that evening. A blush warmed your cheeks when you remembered the red panties had mistletoe on the front with a cursive Kiss Me. Before you could even say anything about it in return he’d tugged the fabric down to your knees and buried his face in you.

The room was surprisingly quiet. There was the muffled sound of the bass from whatever music was playing out on the dancefloor and the occasional sound of items on the shelf behind you shaking with disruption. Other than that it was the wet and sloppy sound of Jimin absolutely devouring you mixed with your own desperate moans. He’d lifted one of your legs over his shoulder so he could get you at the best angle. His fingers made their triumphant return inside of you, curling perfectly just where you needed them. You were absolutely losing your mind as his tongue moved through your folds and swirled around your clit.

“Jimin, oh my god.” You whimpered. One hand desperately clinging to the shelf and the other one with your fingers fisting his hair, painfully you assumed but he had no complaints. “You eat pussy so good. Fuck! Please make me cum, it feels so good. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, don’t stop! I’m cumming, I’m gonna...ohh fuck me…”

You’d had your eyes squeezed shut, your legs trembling like jello, but you could feel the light come down around you just as you came.

“Oh, what the hell?”

Opening your eyes you couldn’t help but shriek at the sight of one of the waiters in the doorframe, his fingers still lingering on the light switch. Jimin, as if he hadn’t even noticed the disruption, was still sucking on the soft skin of your thigh with kisses. You had to smack the top of his head to get him to release your leg from his shoulder.

“Come on guys, you can’t be doing this here. You gotta get out of this room.” The young waiter flushed as he looked at the ceiling to avoid looking at you.

“Sorry.” You muttered as you tugged your underwear up your legs.

Jimin said nothing as he got to his feet. He just smiled as he sucked his fingers one by one, until he’d released each from his mouth with a dramatic pop.

“Ugh, come on.” You groaned once you were dressed and grabbed his wrist, tugging him through the door, past the waiter, and into the hallway.

“Slow down!” He chuckled and gripped your hips pulling you back until you slammed back into his erection, “You think you get to just walk away?”

“We’re lucky we didn’t get kicked out of here!” You flipped around to look at him, the look in his eyes was wild. “What do you expect me to do? Pull your pants down in the booth and suck your cock in front of all of our friends?”

“I mean…” He raised an intrigued eyebrow and laughed when you smacked his chest.

“I really fucking hate you.”

Grabbing the back of your head roughly he pulled you into his chest, his mouth pressed against your ear. And in his best impersonation of you he started with a low moan, “Jimin, oh my god. You eat my pussy so good. Oh Jimin, make me cum. Ohhhh it feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum so hard for you...fuuuuck me.”

“Okay!” You gasped, already panting and he hadn’t even done anything. “Enough!”

“Let’s go outside.” He said and nodded towards the side exit. You knew the fire alarm was busted on that door because it’s the one everyone used to go outside for a smoke.

“It’s freezing out there! I don’t even have my jacket.”

“So fucking whiny, you’re worse than me. I swear to god.” He shook his head and grabbed your wrist, “Don’t worry yourself princess, I’ll keep you warm enough.”

He dragged you outside and you let him. You let him take you away from the building to the pay by the hour parking lot across the street. He stopped you in front of a car which you assumed was his and he confirmed by pulling out the key fob and unlocking the doors. Opening the door to the backseat he gestured you in. Slipping in across the seat you couldn’t help yourself but to giggle at the thought that passed your mind.

“What’s funny?” He asked, sliding in after you and shutting the door. Watching you laugh moved the curve of a genuine smile across his lips. He always liked the way you laughed.

“It’s stupid.” You shook your head but he looked at you expectantly. “Just...don’t car hookups remind you of high school? I don’t know it just makes me feel like a teenager again.”

“I didn’t hook up in high school...anywhere. And I didn’t have a car.” He said quietly.

“Really?” You asked genuinely surprised, “No, I call bullshit. Playboy Park Jimin? Not perfecting his craft since grade school?”

That earned a full belly laugh from him, “Playboy? Who calls me that?”

“Me.” You grinned, “You’re literally with a new chick every time I see you, Casanova.”

“It’s all a part of the game, isn’t it?” He asked.

“What game?”

“The one I’m playing where I try to get your attention.” He smirked as he leaned back against the door. “If I always have someone on my arm you’re going to start to think I’m desirable eventually.”

“Oh really?” you offered sarcastically, “Is that what this has been about? What am I, endgame for you?

“If you are, then I win.”

“How so?”

“Who is it that’s sitting in the back seat of my car, thighs still sticky from when I made her cum ten minutes ago?” He asked, smug as ever.

“Sure, but can you do it again?” You challenged, only half joking.

“Come here, let’s find out.”

You moved over the seat until you were hovering over him and sucked his fat bottom lip between your own. If you were forced to, you guessed you could admit that Jimin offered some decent benefits. His soft, thick lips being one of your favorites so far. Second only to his talented tongue. His hands reached up to your neck, one of his hands kept moving until his fingers could curl into your hair.

Dropping your hands to his lap you moved your palms over the smooth black dress pants that covered his thighs before going for his belt buckle. As you worked to undress him he pulled you even further into the kiss. You’d almost been so distracted that you forgot what you were doing. Slipping your hand into his underwear brought you slamming back to reality.

“Uh.” You leaned out of the kiss but he still held you by the back of your head, “Is that your dick?”

“What does it feel like?”

“A fucking tree trunk.” You pulled your head away from him and looked down at his lap, eyes blowing wide, “Oh…boy.”

“What, too small for you?”

Your eyebrow raised, impressed. “Honestly, no wonder you’re so arrogant.”

Still staring down at his hard length you tugged from base to tip. His dick was stiff and thick in your fist but the skin was soft and warm against your palm. You couldn’t decide if you wanted him inside your mouth or just inside you. To be honest you could have just stared for a little longer too.

He chuckled at the conflict on your face. “Are you drooling?”

“Are you drooling…” You asked mockingly before gulping down a mouthful of saliva.

You wiggled your hips back so that you could get a good angle on him. He hissed in a breath from above you as you dragged your mouth along his length, flattening your tongue against the velvety soft skin. After a minute of playfully teasing his cock you attempted to see how far you could take him. Even with him pressed all the way at the back of your throat, gagging lightly, your lips only just met the hand that you still had fisted around the base of his dick. Pulling your mouth off of him a string of saliva bridged between the tip of his cock to the tip of your tongue.

Jimin's eyes blew open at the sight. “Such a filthy slut…I think I love you.”

“I haven’t even done anything worth loving yet.”

“Take off those cute little panties of yours and we can fix that.”

“You don’t want me to give you head?” You asked, genuinely surprised. “I can give it just as well as I take it, just so you know.”

“I believe you.” There was a look that crossed his face as he looked at you that started a burning in your belly. You’d never in a single moment felt so desirable. “Next time.”

As you maneuvered around the backseat to peel off your underwear you watched him pull his wallet from where his jeans were resting at his thighs. You could feel yourself dripping down your thigh as you patiently waited for him to roll the condom to the base of his dick.

“So you can be a good girl.” He said with faux surprise as he looked up at you, “Nice and patient for me.”

“Do I get a prize?” You asked, tossing your panties at his face.

“If you’re ready for it.”

You crawled back over his legs so you were straddling his lap and he helped you sink down. It was slow at first, with the stretch you had to or it would have been more pain than pleasure.

“How do you feel?” He asked quite sweetly. “Is it okay?”

“Seems a little unfair. A dick this nice attached to a guy like you…”

With a small laugh he landed a heavy smack on your ass causing you to jerk forward. Clutching onto his chest you whimpered. You could feel his hands move up your back to the top of your dress where he grabbed the zipper and dragged it back down. He moved the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders and kissed the bare skin of your chest. You relaxed then, and allowed yourself to move. Nice and slow at first, easing into it, him easing into you. His teeth pinched at your skin.

“Oh…” you groaned, rolling your hips into his methodically.

“Say it.”

“What?”

“My name.” He grabbed your chin, locking his eyes with yours.

“Jimin.” You watched his face contort at the sound of his name on your lips. “Oh, Jimin…”

“Say something sweet.” He demanded as he thrust his hips upwards, stealing the air right out of your lungs.

“Your cock feels like heaven. I feel so full, like you’re everywhere.”

“Ride me harder baby, faster.”

You did as you were told, hips pumping faster, sweat dripping down your neck. If the sound of your moaning and screaming wasn’t already overwhelming the inside of the car it would have been the sound of your bodies moving together or the creaking from the frame. With his hands on your back he held you close. His face was buried in your chest and he was nipping and kissing and sucking at your breasts. One of your arms was wrapped around his shoulder, the other tucked between your bodies. Your fingers circling your clit as you moved on top of him.

“Jimin…I-“ you gasped, fingers tearing at his hair so hard he winced in pain, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum. Jimin. Jimin. Ahh…”

You tightened around him harder than ever before with your orgasm pulsing around his length. Your thighs were shaking but his hands dropped to your hips, as he roughly slammed himself into you. His name cascaded from your lips, each time the sound driving him wild, bringing him closer until he stalled inside of you.

His nails dug into the flesh of your thighs and for a moment you just sat and took him in. Then with much effort you peeled your body from his and huffed out a breath as you landed on the seat next to him.

“Tight fit.” You muttered trying to ease your heavy leg over his.

“You’re telling me.” He laughed, fitting himself back in his pants. “You look thoroughly fucked.”

You looked down at yourself. Skirt of your dress tucked up around your waist, tits hanging out for the world to see, panties missing. You looked up to watch your panties being tucked into Jimin's pocket

”Um,” you said, pulling your skirt down, “those are mine.”

“Mine now.”

You rolled your eyes, “At least zip me up.”

Leaning over he pushed your hair to the side and pulled the zipper up your back. Before he pulled back he left a light kiss at the nape of your neck.

“Are you going to be nice to me now?” He asked.

Looking over your shoulder at him you grinned and leaned in to kiss him.

“Is that a yes?”

With another kiss against his swollen lips you pulled back, “In your dreams, asshole.”

With a sparkle in his eye he said, “Every single one.”

-

Everything changed for the two of you then and somehow remained the same at exactly the same time. After that night you and Jimin talked more than ever. Although talking at all would have been considered more than ever. It started out very slowly, just little messages here and there. A ‘how was your day’ before bed one night or a snarky comment dragging something someone had said in the group chat a few days later.

He made you laugh all the time which surprised you entirely. The two of you had more in common than you would have ever imagined before. And he was genuinely fun to talk to. Before you knew what was going on you realized you actually liked him. All it took was giving him a chance. Though, in an effort to hide what had happened that night at the bar the two of you agreed to still bicker constantly around your friends. Truthfully you weren’t sure it was something you could have stopped doing if you’d wanted. Sometimes he really did just get under your skin.

Before you would even get the chance to consider yourselves more than just friends you were on again with your old boyfriend. When you’d told him, Jimin seemed supportive. It didn’t stop him from talking to you, you didn’t want it to. Both of you continued to text more and more until it had become every day on top of phone calls several times a week. You couldn’t help yourself when it came to him. You knew it wasn’t right but you didn’t think you had to feel bad either. So what if you spent nights on the couch with your boyfriend blushing over text messages from Jimin.

“So, that’s him?” Jimin asked beside you one night at the movie theater as you buttered your popcorn. “Mr. On and Off.”

Your group of friends had decided to do dinner and a movie night. In an effort to strengthen your relationship you and your boyfriend had decided to start incorporating one another into your friend groups. It was awkward to say the very least. Everyone seemed to take note of the fact that you and Jimin hadn’t argued once over dinner. In fact you’d both been uncommonly pleasant. Cordial to the point that Taehyung found it openly eerie and uncomfortable.

“Yep.”

“He doesn’t really seem like your type.”

“Oh, you think you know what my type is?” You laughed, reaching past him for a straw for your soda.

He shrugged, “Pretty sure I have an idea.”

“And the girl you brought with you…she’s your type?” You didn’t even try to hide the jealousy in your tone.

“Why are you back with him?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“He asked me to be.” Finally you looked Jimin in the eye, “Was I supposed to have been waiting for someone else?”

His jaw clenched as he stared back at you, “Nope.”

After that you picked up your popcorn and your soda and headed into the theater. You wished the movie had been better, more distracting. Instead you spent most of the movie eyeing Jimin's date, a few seats down from you, trying to give him a shitty handjob. When the movie was over the group had gathered outside to talk a little longer before heading home. Your boyfriend and Jimin's date both headed back inside to use the restroom before you left.

You leaned against the brick wall outside with your straw between your lips and sipped on the remnants of your soda as you checked your phone. There wasn’t anything good. Anything good would have come from Jimin and for obvious reasons he wasn’t texting you that night. From your peripherals you watched as he walked over casually, hand in his pocket, and leaned against the wall beside you.

“Did you like the movie?” He asked, pulling his own phone from his pocket.

“It was okay.” You shrugged, “I don’t know, overhyped, but what comic book movie isn’t?”

“True.” He said a little absentmindedly and then, “I’m sorry about before. I was rude. Your dude seems...nice.”

“You don’t mean nice, you mean boring.” You said, quoting him immediately from the night you’d been together. You surprised yourself by remembering so quickly. When you looked up Jimin was smirking. “He is actually nice.”

He chuckled, “Of course he is.”

“Your uh, date seems...sweet.” You mentioned shoving your phone back in your pocket.

“By sweet do you mean easy?” He asked.

“I’m not saying I saw her trying to shove her hand down your pants. I’m not saying I didn’t either.”

With a light laugh he said, “I don’t think it’s going to work out anyway.”

“Why not?” With a sigh you looked over to where the rest of your group was chatting enthusiastically and then back to Jimin “Is her head as bad as her hand game?”

“Lately I’ve been craving someone else.” He said quietly, purposefully.

Your whole body tensed as his eyes locked with yours. It would have been the world's biggest lie to say you hadn’t been thinking about him relentlessly for the last month. You wished you hadn’t. You wanted to be friends. You’d been trying to get over him. Even attempting a normal relationship with a genuinely good guy. It didn’t seem to matter though. Jimin was all you thought about these days.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He kept his eyes on you, trying to read your reaction. “So, you and this dude...is that serious?”

Clearing your throat you said, “We’re trying to be more serious this time but…It’s only been a couple weeks and we’re taking it slow. Not even officially back together really.”

“Cool.” He grinned, “What are your plans after this?”

“Um, I think we're supposed to head back to his place.”

Both of you looked towards the movie theater doors where your dates were making their way out.

“You think you can come up with an excuse to come to my place instead?” He asked quickly.

You nodded, “Yes.”

“Just you.” Jimin smirked, “Dude’s not invited.”

Rolling your eyes you let out a light laugh. “Yeah, I figured. You’ll have to send Sweetie home.”

“You sure? I bet the three of us could think of something fun to do.” You shot him a quick glare and he leaned in, lips meeting your ear. “I’m joking. You know you’re the only one I want.”

“One hour.” You said under your breath, ignoring the flutter of butterflies in your stomach, as your date stepped towards you.

“Ready to go?”

You nodded as he slipped his arm around your waist and let out a huge fake yawn. “Yeah… I’m really tired. Is it cool if you just take me home?”

“Of course.” He said sweetly, pressing a kiss to your temple as the two of you walked towards the others to give a quick goodbye before going to the parking lot.

Jimin watched you walk away. Half of him felt victorious. In a way he’d won the night. It was him you couldn’t get enough of. It was him you’d be sneaking out to visit. The other half of him felt a generous pang of jealousy. He wanted it to be his arm around your waist. His car you slipped into for the ride home. His lips you were free to kiss in front of all of your friends. He felt that jealousy in his gut all the way back then, and he never stopped feeling it. No matter how many nights he won. No matter how many times you snuck away to be with him. He still didn’t quite have what he wanted.

-

Over a year had passed after that and the two of you had continued on with whatever it was you were doing. Neither of you had put a name to it. Two people that were secretly good friends and publicly enemies that on occasion had really great sex. In an attempt to avoid being completely morally corrupt you kept it mostly to just those inevitable moments in time where you and Mr. On and Off were off again.

There were however plenty of times you were technically taken when you found yourself sneaking out to see him. And maybe those nights you’d just have dinner together or hang out for a couple hours. Other times he’d kiss you for a little while and then you’d go home. It wasn’t always sex but it always felt like cheating. It was entirely wrong on your part to keep doing it and you knew that but the desire to be with him far surpassed the feelings of guilt you felt about it afterwards.

And every time you were single you waited with endless hope for Jimin to say something, to ask you to make it official. With every chance you gave him that he didn’t take you came closer to the understanding of exactly what you meant to him. You were his friend with benefits, one of many if you had to guess. Ultimately you were okay with it because it still allowed you those little moments together and those moments made you so happy.

At first Jimin didn’t even realize what he’d wanted. All he knew was that what the two of you had wasn’t enough. He thought to ask you out for real, whenever you were single, but he’d always get discouraged by the voice in the back of his mind telling him not to get attached. The voice that kept telling him he was just a good time for you, he wasn’t anything serious. The voice that said you’d just go back to your boyfriend like you always did. He didn’t want to ruin what you had together by seeming too needy or demanding. He didn’t understand that he wanted it all with you, not until he’d gotten a taste of it.

That taste came in the form of a weekend away for some skiing. It wasn’t the whole friend group, not everyone could get away. It was Yoongi and his girlfriend, Jungkook and his girlfriend. Then there was you, Hoseok, and Jimin. Since it was just a handful of you, you all decided to carpool. All of you met that Friday morning at Yoongi’s and piled yourselves and your stuff into his suv.

“Hey Jimin, want me to get your bags for you?” Jungkook asked with a smirk, “I know they can be a strain on those little hands of yours.”

Only Yoongi and the other girls laughed at the joke as Jimin ruthlessly catapulted his bag into the back of the car before slamming the hatchback closed. You didn’t laugh, but a smirk crossed your lips at how furious he looked when he climbed into the seat next to you. He was so cute when he was mad. Hoseok was leaning his head against the window on the other side of you. When he hadn’t laughed at the joke either you’d assumed he was asleep already underneath his sunglasses and hat.

In what felt like a private moment you waited for Jimin to get his seatbelt on and then held out your hand to him. He looked at you for a moment, unsure of what your intentions were, and then slipped his fingers between yours. You didn’t say anything, just brought your hand and his to your lap before placing your book on top of them and going back to your reading. Squeezing your hand gently in his he settled himself down into the seat next to you.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with them.” You said quietly, looking down at your book.

He tucked one of his airpods into his ears and leaned his head on your shoulder. You weren’t too worried it would give you away, it wasn’t uncommon for him to do it with whoever he was next to. He was just a cuddly kind of guy.

“What are you reading?” He asked curiously, “The Notebook?”

You laughed, “No, it’s a book about a woman with an abusive boyfriend who gets sexually assaulted and joins a coven and uses witchcraft to get revenge on everyone that’s hurt her.”

Jimin cringed, “That sounds horrible. You couldn’t have picked something a little more romantic?”

“It’s pretty good. You want to read it with me?”

As the van started moving down the road he sighed reluctantly, “Might as well, I’m already here.”

It took you exactly twenty-eight minutes to fall asleep on the ride to the cabin. Your whole body seemed to melt into Jimin’s. He didn’t even think to push you to the other side of the seat where Hoseok had nodded off. He figured you’d complain about it when you woke up. You’d say that letting you sleep on him would look suspicious to the people who all assumed you hated each other. He didn’t care about that, it didn’t really cross his mind at all, he’d been so preoccupied with deciphering the different smells of your shampoo.

Luckily for him when you finally woke up you were too struck by the gorgeous snowy mountains and the beautiful cabin that Yoongi was pulling up to to be too upset. The cabin was a beautiful two-story lakefront property, though the lake had been frozen over for months, and was a quick drive from the nearby ski resort. It was owned by one of Hoseok’s managers who let him borrow it because…well because he was Hoseok and people often did a lot of things for him for no reason at all.

He’d been told there were five rooms. One for each of the couples and then one for you, Jimin, and Hoseok. After stretching out your legs you grabbed your bag and went inside to pick your room and freshen up. When you stepped out of the adjoining bathroom Jimin was tossing his bag on the bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“This is my room.” He grinned, “Why are you in here? Couldn’t wait to be alone with me?”

“Funny.” You offered, deadpan, “This is my room.”

He just laughed, “No, it’s not. All the other rooms have someone in them.”

Both of you looked at one another in realization.

“Jimin, we can’t.” You whispered. “You know we can’t share a room. Everyone will know!”

“They’re not gonna know.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Two people that bicker at every opportunity don’t complain about having to share a room together doesn’t sound a little sus to you?”

“Fine. We can make a scene, we’ve done it before.” He was right, you’d found yourselves in plenty of situations where you had to overreact to keep your cover. You moved towards the door ready to find Hoseok.

He grabbed your wrist, turning your back towards him. “What?”

“You do want to share the room with me though…don’t you?”

“You have a real sick need for approval. Anyone ever told you that?”

“Yeah, you. You tell me all the time.” He answered, “And then you get off on being withholding for a few minutes and ultimately give me everything I want.”

“Alright, Mr. fucking know it all.” You sighed and then grinned, “I am not at all opposed to sharing the room with you. Despite what I might say in the next few minutes.”

“Okay”. He dropped your hand with a pleased little smile. “Me neither.”

“Jimin.” You’d said it so quietly, so softly that the hair on his arms stood on end. You wanted him to kiss you and he knew it just by the way you rolled your lip under your teeth.

“Hold that thought, don’t let it go.” He winked and then stormed out of the room, “Hoseok! We have a problem!”

You waited just a beat before following him out of the room. Yoongi was already peeking out of his doorway to check out the drama before you even made it into the hall. Letting out an annoyed growl you stomped your way down the hall to the room Hoseok had chosen.

“I know they said five rooms!” Hoseok groaned, “I think the fifth room is the family room downstairs with the french doors and the little wood stove.”

“There’s no bed in there!”

“The couch is a futon.”

“Wait, you knew we were short a room?” You asked from the door.

“I assumed that someone would just be a gentleman about it.”

Jimin scoffed, “When have you ever known Y/n to be a gentleman?“

“I meant you.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“You want me to sleep on a futon?” Jimin whined, “You know I have a bad back!”

“Hobi, one of us can share a room with you!” You begged, “Just pick me or Jimin. And remember…I gave you some of the best years of my life so you do owe me.”

Hoseok pursed his lips together as he looked at your big hopeful eyes.

“Pick Y/n! You’ve already slept with her plenty of times!“

Your mouth fell open in shock. “That was years ago!”

“I’m sure sharing a bed with you will be just like riding a bike.” Jimin smirked, “And by that I mean, you’re easy.”

“Hobi!”

“Listen, I know and love both of you so much and that’s why I choose …neither of you. I’m not sharing my room.”

“Why?” Jimin whined beside you. “You can even just pick me!! I can be so tiny! You won’t even know I’m there.”

“Remember I said I love you. Also remember I said I know you and I know both of you are the worst. Whoever I pick I’d be stuck listening to complain that I let the other person have a room to themselves instead of you. So you two share a room and I’ll get a room to myself. And you can listen to each other complain all weekend.”

“Hobiiii!” Your shoulders fell.

“Just pretend you like each other! It’s three days!” He shoved Jimin on the shoulder lightly and then yours until you were back out in the hallway, “You can act like you’re just another happy couple on the trip. You both love a challenge.”

Hoseok shut his door and you looked over at Jimin who shrugged.

“Great. Maybe I’ll break my leg going down the mountain tomorrow and I can take a helicopter home since we carpooled and I can’t exactly drive myself.”

“I think we can both hope for that.” You said, watching the door to Yoongi’s room click shut.

“Well, I hope you can learn to keep your hands off me or we’re definitely getting caught.” He muttered before walking past you back to the room.

When you turned around Jungkook was leaning against his own door frame, snacking on a bag of chips with a huge, amused smile on his face. “Season two is really heating things up.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked snagging the chips from him and grabbing a couple.

“You two. You and Jimin have been the best entertainment this group has seen since Hobi first invited him to hang out with us. Yoongi thinks it’s always the same thing. He sees it as more of a movie on repeat instead of a television show, but there’s subtle nuances that he misses out on. He’s never been great about paying attention to the details.” He said simply and for a moment you wished you could see the way his brain worked. “Anyway, like any good predictable show, you guys will be together by season three.”

“And what happens if we don’t get together?”

“Then that probably means the show got canceled. You two finding your way together is the whole plot line.”

“Well sorry in advance for your show getting canceled, Kook.” You said handing him back his bag of chips.

“Sure.” He gave a knowing little laugh, “We’ll see.”

The rest of the afternoon was quiet. Everyone was taking time to settle into the cabin and relax before your big day on the mountain. Yoongi took a nap while his girlfriend created an itinerary for the trip, including restaurant options for every meal and things to do outside of skiing. Jungkook and Mya had hunkered down in the living room where he was watching her play animal crossing.

You opted for taking a shower, always feeling grimy after such a long drive. Once you’d gotten dressed and dried your hair you found Jimin and Hoseok sitting at the counter in the kitchen having a conversation.

“How’s my favorite guy?” You asked moving around to the opposite side of the counter and leaning over the wooden top.

Jimin cleared his throat “We’re playing nice, remember? Happy couple.”

“My favorite guy…and Jimin.”

“Good.” Hoseok laughed into his cup, “Jimin made us some delicious, warm lattes and we were talking about the new acquisition at work.”

“The work part sounds horribly boring but the drink doesn’t sound terrible.” Locking eyes with Jimin you grabbed his mug and took a sip.

“Tastes good doesn’t it.” He winked.

“It does actually.” You agreed, “How about you be the good boyfriend and make one for me.”

“Right away, sweetie.”

With a smirk you watched Jimin hop out of his chair and come around the counter to make your drink. When you looked back Hoseok was staring at you.

“Hobi.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Y/n.”

“You look like there’s something you want to say.”

“Not at all.” he cleared his throat, “Still with what’s his name?”

“Yeah.”

“And how’s that going?”

You glared at him curiously for just a moment. It wasn’t like him to ask about your relationships. “As good as it’s ever been.”

“So not great?

"I don't like this conversation..."

Pushing yourself off the counter you looked over at Jimin who was attempting to look like he hadn’t been listening to the conversation.

“Would you mind bringing my drink to me when it’s done?” you asked sweetly. “I think I’m going to take up some space on the couch and try reading my book again.”

Jimin nodded, “Sure.

“You’re welcome to join me, of course.”You looked at Hoseok once more trying to figure out his angle before heading down the hall to the living room.

“You know this doesn’t end well for you?” Hoseok sighed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She has someone. She has someone she’ll go back to, someone she always goes back to and you’ll be left miserable and alone. It happens every time you two fuck around and don’t act like we don’t all know what you’re up to. You’re not slick. Does she know?”

“Does she know what?” Jimin tensed looking down the hall to where you’d disappeared.

“Does she know that you have feelings for her? Have you told her?”

“I can’t tell her!” He hissed out a whisper. “I can’t tell her because she won’t take it seriously. She won’t ever see me as a potential boyfriend and I know that.”

Hoseok looked at him confused.“How can you know that if you haven’t talked to her about it?”

Jimin let his defensive shoulders drop. “If she was going to take me seriously, she would have done it already. She’s had plenty of chances.”

“Then why are you waiting around? Why do you keep doing this with her?”

“Because despite what I know, I still have faith that one day she will see me as…as more. I have to keep showing her and she’ll see it eventually.” he frowned, finishing up your drink. “And I know it doesn’t make sense to you. And it doesn’t have to because it does to me.”

“This is a bad idea, Jimin.”

“I’m happy when I’m with her.”

“And you’re a mess when you’re not.”

“So what?” he asked, “So fucking what? It’s worth it to me and that should be enough. Let it be enough.”

“I’m trying to look out for you, kid.” Hoseok sighed. “I know she’s great, trust me. I’ve been there, and I still love her but you can’t be waiting around forever. It’s not fair to you.”

“I’m not a kid! And maybe I want to.” Jimin grabbed your drink and his from the counter. “Maybe I’d wait forever if I have to. Maybe I don’t care, because it’s too late. It’s too late, Hobi, and I…I can’t stop. I love her.”

“Jimin...”

“I’m serious, Hoseok. Let it go.” He snapped, “I’m not ending this with her, I don’t care how much it hurts. You’re right, I’m the one that suffers and I can take it.”

When you saw him enter the living room you stood up from the couch you’d procured for the two of you. He looked wound up. Far more than he had been when you’d left him in the kitchen just a few minutes ago. You wondered if it was Hoseok, but not for long because it didn’t matter, you were here to have a relaxing weekend. And that’s what you were going to do. And you were going to take advantage of all the time you’d get with Jimin that you usually wouldn’t.

“Hobi said we should pretend to be a happy couple but I just don’t know if the people are ready for that.” you smiled over at him, he seemed to relax immediately.

“We are.” Jungkook said with a smug smile from the big chair by the widow that he was sharing with Mya before turning back to watch what she was doing.

You shot him a quick glare before looking over at Jimin. He looked so happy that it made you happy in return.

“Only one way to find out.” He said placing both of your drinks on the side table before sitting down on the couch and throwing his feet up on the coffee table. He opened his arm to you and grinned, “Sweetheart?”

“Ugghhh.” You groaned and tried to hide the smile on your face as you plopped back down next to him.

He sat still, waiting and watching you get comfortable. You curled up next to him and threw a knitted blanket over the both of you. You grabbed the book you’d been reading on the drive and leaned into his side.

“Explain to me again why I am your designated personal heater this weekend?” Jimin asked, “Don’t you have someone for this? A boyfriend.”

“He wasn’t invited.” You said quickly, opening the book on your lap. You tugged on his arm so that it rested over your shoulder.

“Oh.”

He looked over at Jungkook and his girlfriend who were sitting, more like squished together, in the loveseat playing with his Switch. Making sure neither of them were paying attention, and they weren’t, he moved his lips against your ear.

“Why didn’t you invite him?” He asked, “Did you set up a dick appointment with my secretary and she forgot to tell me?”

“Are you planning on ruining this whole weekend with your incessant talking or…”

“No, darling.” He chuckled. “I’ll play the good boyfriend for you.”

“We’ll be the happiest couple these people have ever seen.”

Turning your face you looked up at him with a small smile. You reached your hand up into his hair and pressed a kiss against his cheek and in that moment he could perfectly picture a true relationship with you.

Plenty of petty, forgettable arguments. Soft moments of intimacy for cherishing. Passionately enjoying every inch of you and having you entirely to himself. He realized then, that more than anything, he wanted you. What he’d said to Hoseok was true. He wanted you for real and he’d wait as long as he had to and do whatever he needed to get you.

The two of you stayed cozied up on the couch for the entire afternoon, he even made sure to keep your warm drinks coming. And when Yoongi had come down and the other guys had all decided to explore the woods outside, Jimin opted to stay with you in the warmth of the cabin. You’d finished the book you were reading just before the sun started to set and with perfect timing as everyone had decided to head to a restaurant down the street for dinner. By the time you’d gotten back to the cabin it was late and everyone decided on bed since you’d planned to get up early the next morning to hit the slopes.

You were in the restroom finishing up your nightly routine when Jimin popped his head in.

“So…” he asked as he leaned against the door frame, watching as you rinsed your face.

“So what?” You grabbed a towel to dry off.

“Is this for me?” His fingers dragged along the skin of your thigh where your shirt ended.

You couldn’t help but to scoff. “My oversized tshirt? It’s called sleepwear because I’m going to sleep in it.”

“It’s pretty sexy and you brought it knowing full well that your dude wasn’t coming. So…this is for me, right?”

“I just took off my makeup and you still think I’m trying to be...what? Sexy for you?” You laughed as you tried to move past him, but his hand eased over your hip.

“Please, y/n, you know you don’t have to try.” He whispered against your ear in such a way your breath caught in your chest. “You’re always sexy to me.”

“Stop being gross. Or sweet. Or whatever the hell you think you’re doing.” You gasped as he lifted his hand under the soft fabric.

“I’m just saying what I’d say to you if I was your boyfriend.” He said quietly while he warmed his fingers between your thighs. “Happy couple for the weekend, right?”

“Wait.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand out. “That’s really what you’d say to me?”

“I’d say more if you wanted.”

“Like what?” You asked, moving your arms over his shoulders. “What else would you say? Tell me more.”

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life.” You blushed as he kissed your cheek, “You’re more talented, quick witted, and intelligent than anyone I’ve ever known. And as much as you try to pretend like you aren’t, there’s no one quite as caring as you are.”

“Goodness.” You said quietly before pressing your lips to his, “Anything else?”

“Is that not enough for you?” He smirked. “Anyone ever told you, you have a real sick need for approval?”

“That’s plenty.”

He was quiet for a long moment, just watching you. You could see a wave of nerves crash over him before he asked “What would you say to me? If you were mine?”

“You’re funny. No one makes me laugh like you do. Not even Hobs, which is really saying something.” You laughed, afraid to give up anything too serious. “I always feel protected when I’m with you.”

“Wait, you do?”

“Not like I think you’d save me from a serial killer or fight off a bear or anything.” You said, sticking out your tongue at him.

“I could do that!” He whined.

“Shh.” You smiled, “I just...You make me feel safe. If someone was being mean I know you’d stand up for me. If I was upset, you’d cheer me up. If I was sick you’d help me get better. I can be myself with you and you make me feel like who I am is enough. I feel like my heart is safe with you.”

“It is.” He agreed quietly, “Anything else?”

You shrugged, one of your hands played with the elastic waistband of his pajama pants. “I might say something like...I love you.”

“Do you love me?” He asked, heart crashing into his chest.

“You’re not my boyfriend so it’s just hypothetical.”

“But if I was…” he dragged his teeth over his lip.

“If you were then, yes. I guess I can imagine that I’d be in love with you by now.”

“I’d love you too.” He said as nonchalantly as he could manage.

“If I was your girlfriend.”

“Exactly, if.” He grinned, “but you’re not that lucky.”

“Poor miserable me.” You sighed and then moved into the bedroom.

He followed you and together you pulled the little decorative pillows off the bed throwing them to the corner. Then you slipped under the blankets on either side. You checked your phone one last time before leaving it on the nightstand and he turned off the lights from the switch on his side. You offered him a quiet little goodnight, before closing your eyes. It was silent for a long time, you were nearly all the way to sleep and had assumed Jimin was well on his way to being asleep as well.

“We’re really not messing around this weekend?” He whined. “Like at all?”

“No!” You laughed into your pillow, “This cabin is not that big. Everyone would hear.”

“Kook is gonna have sex and Yoongi! Why not me?” His body flopped beside you on the mattress in a tantrum.

“Yes but they’re both here with people they’re supposed to be having sex with.”

He looked over at you with the biggest, saddest eyes he could muster. “We could have super boring, really quiet, happy couple sex. Missionary. No foreplay. I won’t even talk dirty.”

“Jimin, come on. We’ve already been playing the happy couple too well. Everyone would know by the end of the weekend if we walked around everywhere with that post sex glow on top of it.”

With a giant huff he slammed his arms down on the bed. “Fine.”

Leaning over you gave him a big smooch on his forehead, “Good boy.”

After a few more minutes of quiet he asked, “Is your guy still being distant since you got back together?”

You shrugged even though it was dark. Your eyes had been adjusting and as you looked over at him he looked so soft and warm and sweet. “You know we don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Why would it make me uncomfortable? We’re friends, friends talk about that kind of stuff.”

“Talking about my relationship with someone else? Doesn’t seem fair to you given our situation. Plus it’s not like we ever really talk about the girls you date.”

“That’s because I’m not dating any girls.”

“Fine, the people you sleep with, whatever you want to call them. You never say anything about them. Surely there’s one or two with an interesting enough personality that you’d like to talk about them.”

“Not really.”

“That’s a little fucked up. You shouldn’t just treat women like play things. They’re real people.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You wondered for a minute what he was thinking about. You wondered if it was how he felt about the way you were with him. You wished there was a way for him to know he wasn’t just a play thing to you, despite every poor decision you made making it seem that way.

“Listen, I,” you weren’t sure exactly what you were trying to say, “Just so it’s clear, if I could I would talk to people about you.”

A small smile curved up on his lip, “You would?”

“Yeah, I mean you’re not nobody to me. You’re important or whatever and I guess I care about you.”

He gave a happy little wiggle, “You’re in love with me!”

“Shhh! People are sleeping!” Your hand slammed down over his mouth. “And I’m not!”

“You are!” He pulled at your fingers as he attempted to turn your face a deeper shade of red.

Tugging your hand away you got up on the mattress and grabbed your pillow, “I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“No!” He bolted up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back down. “You can’t sleep out on the couch, you love me.”

“Jimin!”

He laughed beneath you, refusing to release you from his grip. Not that you were fighting it all that hard. After a second you relaxed your shoulders and sunk back into him. Both of you were quiet then. You’d even considered just falling asleep like that, but your legs got too cold. A little reluctantly you pulled his arms off of you and he let you get settled back under the blanket.

“I would talk about you too.” He said after you were back to being focused on him. “I’d talk about you to anyone that would listen.”

“Whatever.” You sighed, but he could see the smile.

“So tell me. Your dude, how are things with him?”

“Fine I guess. He’s definitely distant. It’s like the fiftieth time we’ve gotten back together so I guess I can see where his hesitance comes from.”

“Why do you always go back to him?” He asked, moving his hand over your jaw to play with your hair.

“Truthfully?” Usually you would have been embarrassed to say but it was just Jimin, “I don’t know how to be alone.”

“Who says you’d be alone?”

“What, like you’d want to be with me or something?” You rolled your eyes, “You, the most out of everyone, should be the last person that would want to be with me.”

“What makes you think that?

“Because you know.” You frowned, you hated having to come to terms with who you were. “You know first hand that I’m an awful fucking human and a terrible cheater of a girlfriend.”

“And I’m such an angel.” He laughed, “I mean fuck, y/n, give me a little credit for being the homewrecker I’ve worked so hard to be. Consider maybe, that you’re no monster, I’m just very persuasive.”

“I guess.” You sighed, “Still we wouldn’t want that little black book of yours going to waste would we?”

With a heavy groan he threw his head back. “Right. Of course. All of those other girls I’m fucking. The endless bounty of hotties I have on speed dial.”

“Anyway,” you grabbed the collar of the sweater he was wearing and pulled him back to you. “We’re friends, right?”

He looked at you for a beat and nodded, “The best of.”

“Well I don’t want to give that up.”

“Are you saying you can’t be friends with the people you date?” He joked. His hand moved under the blankets finding the bare skin of your leg. Lighting the match, sparking a flame. “I think we found the reason you and your boyfriend hate each other. You’re not even friends”.

You stared at his lips as he moved his hand up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your night shirt. Goosebumps covered your skin as he reached your hip. Then you remembered you hadn't said anything.

“I don’t hate him.”

“No,” With his hand on your lower back he pulled your body in until you were chest to chest. “You just like me better.”

“Jimin…” it was a warning but you didn’t know if it was for him or for you.

“Just a kiss.” His nose brushed against yours. “A tiny kiss. A friendly little kiss.”

“Just a kiss?” You were already lifting your lips towards him.

His tongue moved over his soft pillowy lips and you had to gulp, “A good night kiss.”

“Just a little kiss.” You whispered as he leaned in.

“Very little.”

Jimin brushed his tongue gently across your top lip and teased you with little kisses until you were craving him. He always knew just how to reel you in. Your hand moved up his neck, fingers digging into his hair.

“Yes, maybe you’re fairly persuasive.” You said with a little moan. He laughed against your lips and the two of you continued kissing.

“Tell me you love me again.” He muttered after some time, his kisses moving across your cheek and down your neck.

“What?” You gasped, almost helplessly.

“Role play with me.” He said, “The Happy Couple. Tell me you love me.”

You cupped his cheeks in your hands and pushed the hair from his face, it was quiet and intimate, “I love you, Jimin.”

“Good.” His chest was heaving slightly under his sweater. “Now let me fuck you.”

“Okay.” You sighed, pushing him off of you so you could sit up.

He sat back on his heels and tugged his sweater over his head as you pulled your shirt off as well. Then he was wiggling out of his pajama pants. You leaned back against the pillow and waited for him to make his way back over you.

“Quiet though.” You reminded him but he just laughed.

“I’m not the one that gets loud.”

“Shut up.” You grabbed both of his happy, rounded cheeks in your hands and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Want me to go down on you first?”

You shook your head no and he raised a very surprised eyebrow. “Boring happy couple. Quiet. No foreplay. Missionary only. No dirty talk.”

With a little laugh he moved his fingers across his lips like a zipper. “Whatever you say. He stuck his hand between your thighs, feeling how ready you’d been for him already. “You don’t even make me work for it anymore.”

“Would you prefer I do?” You whimpered, trying your best to be quiet as his fingers eased inside of you.

“No, I like it this way.” He muttered against your neck, “Lets me know how much you still want me after all this time.”

“Oh, Jimin.” You moaned, “Please, baby, I’m ready.”

Under the sheets he nudged your leg open a little wider. Then he replaced his expert fingers with his fully erect cock. As ready as you were for him, he was always just as ready for you. For just the first couple of minutes his kiss was enough to keep you quiet, but the longer he had with you the noiser you tended to get.

He hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your eyes to his, “Look at me. Tell me how good I feel.”

“You feel so good. You, oh-“ he kept such a good pace you didn’t know how you were supposed to be coherent. “You fuck so good, it’s not even fair.”

“Say I’m the best. I’m your favorite.”

“You are.” You agreed, “You are the best. Oh god, Jimin… you’re my favorite. You’re perfect. You’re gonna make…you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Shhh.” He whispered against your ear.

“I-oh…oh! Jimin,” you gasped, “No one’s ever fucked me like you do. You feel sooo good, baby.”

Though he’d fuck you all night just to hear the little praises drip from your lips he moved his palm over your mouth as you became more and more vocal. You couldn’t seem to help yourself. Jimin had much more control than you did. Low, sensual groans against your ear that coincided with the long slow thrusts of his hips.

Finally you couldn’t take it any longer and you slammed your hand against the mattress, your fingers fisting the sheets. As you came for him he dropped his hand from your mouth and replaced it with his own. He ate up every moan and whimper the way he ate up the way you said his name.

Once he’d come too he sunk into the pillows beside you. “See? Just a nice little goodnight kiss between friends.”

“Very good friends.” You agreed.

-

Several months had gone by and you thought about that weekend constantly. It’s when you’d really started to realize just how much you wanted to be with Jimin. Even if he didn’t want to be with just you. Almost every time you were together you thought to say something, make a suggestion just to test the waters but every time you were about to do it, you’d lose your nerve. He was too good for you anyway.

One night just after Namjoon’s birthday the group had planned a game night. That evening you’d bumped into Hoseok down at the elevators and the two of you went up to Yoongi’s apartment together. It was nice to have a few minutes alone with him to catch up. You didn’t spend half as much time with him as you would have liked. By the time the elevator reached your desired floor he already had you laughing so hard tears were springing from the corners of your eyes. The laughing only continued between the two of you as he opened the unlocked door to Yoongi’s.

“You’re late.” Yoongi complained immediately, all the way from the dining room, before he’d even seen you.

You and Hoseok gave each other a quick look and then burst into even more laughter. He helped you take your jacket off and the two of you met your gathered friends. Everyone being there with their partners meant game nights were always at capacity.

“We already started a round so you’ll have to wait for the next.” Jin said with a welcoming smile.

“That’s fine. Gives me time to pour a drink.” Hoseok said moving across the room, “Y/n, can I get one for you?”

“Yes, please.”

As the group continued the round they were on you looked over everyone. You attempted to be as casual as possible, moving your eyes from the opposite side of the room to where you really wanted them to be.

He made it look like he hadn’t even noticed you were in the room, he’d gotten so good at that. You hated that all he had to do was sit there and still you wanted to kiss him. Or just touch him. Run your fingers through his hair. Wrap your arms around him. Brush your nose against his neck and breathe him in. You could do those things, you told yourself, if you were his girlfriend.

Jimin was leaning over the arm of his chair, and Taehyung was telling him something that was apparently just amusing enough for him to offer a small smile. He looked so casual in his ripped jeans, plain black shirt, and bomber jacket. The sleeves were pushed up his forearms. He held his drink in his hand, something iced and amber, that strained his wrist just enough that you could see the veins underneath his chunky silver watch.

You would have to complain to him about it later. Jimin in his work suits may be enticing, but for you, Jimin in his casual clothes made you yearn. He didn’t understand your obsession because he didn’t understand why. All he knew was that if he wanted you to want him all he had to do was throw on a pair of jeans and tshirt. He didn’t know it was because seeing him dressed so casually made it easier for you to fantasize about all the things you wanted.

Window shopping down Main Street while you hold hands. Going for groceries on Friday night so you’re all stocked up for a weekend that you’ll be spending together. Date night out for cheap greasy burgers somewhere. You didn’t fantasize about having sex with Jimin, you fantasized about him being yours and you being his in a different sort of way and he didn’t need to be dressed up in anything fancy for that.

“God, y/n, you look stunning. That dress.”

You didn’t realize how hard you’d been staring until you turned your head away from him too quickly and got an instant cramp. You smiled over at Mya who had complimented you.

“Oh, thanks, it’s nothing.”

“Well it’s almost nothing.” Namjoon offered with a wink.

“Honestly,” you laughed, “It’s not that special. I had a presentation at work and came here right after. I wouldn’t be so dressed up otherwise.”

That wasn’t true. None of it was true. You had left work early to get ready for tonight. You wanted to tell Jimin how much you liked him, that you wanted to be with him. So you wore his favorite dress and hoped it would lean him towards agreeing to a real date with you when you asked him later.

“What is it that you do for work again?” Jimin leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, finally acknowledging you, “Private escort service? …If I had to guess.”

“And there it is.” Yoongi sighed. “Everytime.”

“I don’t know how to break this to you, Jimin, because I know you think me being an escort would finally give you a chance to be with me.” You grinned, “Unfortunately, you could never actually afford me. So, get a new fantasy.”

“Just classic content.” Jungkook snickered into his drink at the end of the table, “This is my favorite will they/won’t they drama.”

“Won’t they.” You and Jimin said simultaneously.

Jungkook shrugged the denial off easily, “My money is on finally getting together season three, engagement at the end of season four. Final season is five and ends with a beautiful wedding. Happily ever after.”

Yoongi shot Jungkook an incredulous look, “You watch too much tv.”

“It’s…” Jungkook frowned, “I work in television production. It’s literally my job.”

Hobi rolled his eyes as he moved back over to you, “Y/n, your drink.”

“Thanks.” You said and leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Hoseok even pulled a chair out for you to sit. When he pushed you in you looked over to see Jimin's jaw clench and relax. He knew there wasn’t anything left between the two of you other than friendship but it made him envious regardless.

After a couple hours at the table everyone moved to the living room for Mario party. Despite staying across the room from one another every time you looked up Jimin was looking over at you. At one point you even raised your eyebrows at him but he only raised his back, daring you to say something out loud. Something that would be telling to everyone in the room. A little while longer passed when your phone began to ring.

The screen said it was Jimin but when you looked over he was wrestling Taehyung for a bowl of pretzels.

“I have to get this.” You said pushing yourself up, “Yoongi can I borrow your bedroom for some quiet?”

Too preoccupied with taking Jin out of the game they were playing he shooed you away and you ducked into his room. You declined the call and moved out onto the attached balcony knowing that Jimin would show up in a few minutes.

Once you were standing on the balcony that came off of Yoongi’s bedroom you could hear your friends laughing and arguing through the living room window. It wasn’t even open but they were just that loud, for no real reason it made you smile.

Fall was quickly turning into winter but you needed the fresh air so you’d suffer the chill, at least the view of the city was pretty. Then the sound of the sliding glass door opening behind you warmed you slightly, you didn’t have to wonder who it was. Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled against your shoulder.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into you.

You were pleased you didn’t have to hide the smile on your face as you stared out over the city. “Missed me? I saw you Wednesday.”

“Yeah but it was only for a couple of hours.”

“It’s always only for a couple hours.” You rolled your eyes and though he was behind you he still knew full well that you’d done it.

“Would you just shut up and let me want you.” He growled against your ear and your thighs tightened instantly.

Moving your hand over his forearm you found his wrist and wrapped your fingers around it. Then in the tiniest voice you said, “Okay.”

Then for a minute he held you. Nothing overtly sexual. He just had his arms around you and his head was on your shoulder and he held you. You leaned back against his chest and turned your face so that your nose was tucked near his neck. He smelled so good and his skin was just radiating warmth.

At that moment you wanted to stop messing around. You wanted to tell him the truth then and there. You wanted it to finally be real. Once again your fear won over and you said nothing. Instead you did what you did best. You did what both of you did best, which was to turn something sweet and intimate into something else. You lifted your lips, causing your nose to trail gently along his neck, until you were able to leave a kiss against his throat. And then another. And another.

“Don’t start something you don’t want me finishing.” He said quietly, still keeping his eyes on the view, but you could feel him tense up beneath you.

Your lip twitched into a smirk and you continued kissing him, even letting your tongue graze his skin a few times. Without much warning he lifted his hand. Fingers gripping your chin tight, holding you into place. He sucked your lip between his roughly, borderline painfully. Turning around in his arms you wrapped yourself around him.

“You were driving me crazy in there.” He muttered against your mouth.

“I didn’t even do anything.” gulped in a breath of air while you had the chance.

“You don’t have to, you never do.” He pulled you away from the view, backing you up against the stucco wall. “You also wore my favorite dress.”

“This old thing? I had no idea it was your favorite.”

“Bullshit.” He muttered, pulling your lip between his.

One of his hands moved from your hip, up your stomach to cup your breast. You let out a moan and he kissed you harder. Your fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Fuck.” You gasped, “We can’t do this here.”

“Yes, we can.”

“We’ll get caught.” You laughed at the desperation in his voice.

“I know you want me too.”

“Of course I do.” You admitted, “But we can’t fuck on Yoongi’s balcony. Anyone could catch you with your pants down.”

“Then I’ll keep them on,” he shrugged.

“Jimin…” you meant to sound more reluctant than desperate.

He dropped his hand from where it had been massaging your breast and tucked it beneath your dress. Between your thighs he moved your panties to the side and let his fingers slip easily through the slick hot mess you had waiting for him.

“You want me. You want this.” He leaned in, tugging your earlobe between his teeth. “You’re so wet you’re almost dripping. I can’t let you go to waste, please don’t make me.”

Looking over his shoulder you stared at the sliding glass door that led to Yoongi’s bedroom. His fingers moved inside of you, pumping and curling as he waited for a response. The curtains were closed to the bedroom. No one would see you if they weren’t already looking for you. If the door was going to open, it would open now. That’s what you told yourself so when it didn’t open you looked back at Jimin with a nod.

“Okay, but quick.”

With all the enthusiasm in the world he pulled his hand from between your thighs and unfastened his pants. He popped out of his jeans quickly and hard.

His hand lifted to your mouth, “Spit.”

Your eyes locked with his and you leaned over his hand. He watched with a little smile as you let your saliva fall from your lips and pool into his palm.

“You’re so hot it’s stupid.” He laughed, dropping his hand between the two of you, stroking himself with his wet hand. “Keep an eye out over my shoulder. Warn me if anyone’s coming.”

“Okay?”

“Especially if it’s you.” He said with a wink.

You wanted to roll your eyes or come up with a snarky comeback but he’d already sunk inside of you. Your eyes closed and your head fell back. A little moan passed over your lips and you immediately regretted telling him to be quick because you wanted this to last all night.

“Can I come over after?” You asked.

He started to move. To thrust upwards slowly. The stucco on the wall was digging into the skin of your back and you hated it but you wouldn’t stop him. One of his hands moved up the back of your leg and pulled it up to his hip so he could fuck you deeper.

“Is it not enough for you already?”

“Don’t tease.” You gasped as he hit that perfect spot once more, “Fuck.”

“Say it.” He was panting against your neck. Always eager, always putting in the work.

“Jimin.” You said his name softy, knowing it's what he wanted from you. “Oh god, you feel amazing. I can never get enough of you.”

With his lips already pressed against your skin you could feel them turn up into a smile. “I know.”

“I’m gonna cum.” You whined. He’d been so slow and steady but every move had been perfectly calculated and you knew you’d finish soon. “Fuck, you’re good. How do you know me so well?”

“Practice.” He grunted roughly, one more good thrust. He slammed his hand over your mouth as you let out a loud moan. His forehead pressed against your chest as he felt your orgasm squeezing around him. “Oh, baby, oof that’s it.”

Feeling him cum inside you only prolonged your own orgasm and you released another pleasured groan.

“Shh.” He chuckled at the exhausted look on your face. “The living room window is on the other side of the wall.”

“Sorry, my head was elsewhere.” you cringed a little when he pulled out and away. The feel of his orgasm oozing out of you didn't feel half as good as him cumming inside of you.

“Yes, by the way,” he said leaning in, catching your lips in his once more. “You can come over afterwards, for round two. And three. And four.”

Head still half in a haze you watched as he tucked himself back in his jeans. His comment from earlier repeated in your head and had you scoffing out a laugh. “Practice.”

“What?”

“You said practice. You knew me so well because you had practice.” With a grin you looked up at his confused face, “Jimin, you’ve had your grip on me perfectly since that first night at the club.”

“Is that a compliment?” His smile lit up his whole face. “I could hardly recognize it, it's so rare from you. I think that’s my favorite thing anyone’s ever said to me after a quickie.”

You hummed, “I’m sure you hear shit like that from your other girls all the time. You don’t need to hear it from me.”

“Other girls.” He rolled his eyes, “Right, because I’m such a playboy.”

When he didn’t outright deny it your shoulders fell, though you didn’t know what you’d expected. Either way you couldn’t tell him tonight. He couldn’t be your only one if you weren’t his. It would have been too embarrassing.

“Um, I’m going to run to the bathroom and clean up a little before I head back.” You pulled your hair over your shoulder, “Is my back okay?”

“Oh shit, it’s all scratched up.” He muttered, fingers moving gently over the skin of your back. “Did it hurt? That whole time? You should have told me.”

“It’s fine.” You sighed, “Do you think they’ll ask about it?

“Here.” He pulled off his bomber jacket and handed it to you, “We’ll tell them you got cold.”

“Thanks.” You pulled the jacket over your shoulders and moved to the sliding glass door. You already had your grip on the handle when you turned around. “Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

When he looked up he was surprised by the kiss you planted on him. You didn’t know why you did it, why you’d needed it, but you did. You held his cheek in your palm and pulled his lip between yours. He almost thought to try and undress you again but you pulled away.

“Thank you.”

He couldn’t help but smirk, “It’s just a jacket.”

You shook your head with a sigh and walked back into the apartment. Jimin followed in behind you, heading straight to the living room while you headed to the restroom. There was a slight blush on your cheeks the rest of the night, burning a little brighter every time Jimin caught your gaze. You were done for. There was no more pretending. Real couple, fake couple. It didn’t matter. You loved him. You were in love with him.

-

Another month had passed and you still hadn’t gathered the courage to ask Jimin to actually be with you. He was still bringing other girls to dinners and events with the group. You could only picture how he’d laugh in your face if you finally confessed, how much it would hurt. And what if you lost him, if he thought you wanted too much and decided to take it all away instead. You’d be left alone. So you pushed the task away telling yourself again and again that eventually there would be a perfect time and you’d know it when it came.

One afternoon you’d been across the street for lunch with a few coworkers. On the walk back to the office you saw a familiar face in the lobby of the building that you hadn’t seen there in a very long time.

“Hobi?” The surprise and excitement of seeing your friend was clear in your voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to visit you.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around you in a hug

”I honestly don’t think I’ve seen you back here since you quit.” Your smile was from ear to ear.

“Yeah well, I was hoping we could have lunch, but it looks like you guys just got back. Maybe we could just have a few minutes to talk?”

“For you? More than a few.” You said, kissing his cheek, “Let me just run upstairs and drop off my things, and I’ll come right back down.”

His smile was tight as he nodded, “I’ll grab us some coffees from the cart.”

“Okay.” You smiled, curious about the tension in his demeanor.

Nerves built up inside you as you hurried up the stairs to your office. You dropped off your bag and told your assistant you’d be back as soon as possible. When you walked back down the stairs to see Hoseok the tension was thicker than you'd left it. A simple bit of nervousness had turned into full blown anxiety which you didn’t understand. Hoseok had only ever made you feel comforted.

When you reached him you nodded towards the door, “Want to sit outside?”

“Sure.” He agreed, handing you the coffee he'd bought you.

Making small talk about the weather and the little changes made to the office, the two of you made your way out to the small lawn in front of the building and found a bench that sat under a tree. The leaves had all fallen off already.

“So...what’s up?” You asked, trying not to sound as awkward as you felt. “You never visit me at work.”

He looked very serious for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to start the conversation.

“This is a Hoseok visit then, not a Hobi visit.” You said, the tension between the two of you making more sense.

“Yeah.” He nodded, “It’s a little more serious than normal. I want to talk to you about Jimin.”

Your heartbeat quickened, “What happened? Is he okay?”

He laughed lightly, “That’s a loaded question.”

“I don't know what you mean, Hob. Is he okay or not?”

“Physically he’s fine. Peak Jimin.” He sighed, “Emotionally, mentally…I’m worried. I’m worried about both of you.”

“What because we argue?” You scoffed, “It’s fine. It’s not serious or anything. Just dumb petty stuff. Did he say something to you?”

“I’m not talking about your fake arguments.” He locked eyes with you then and your stomach jumped into your throat. “You have to stop seeing him.”

You tried to laugh, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.“

“Come on, Y/n.” Hoseok frowned, “You can lie to whoever you want, just not me.”

You inhaled a deep, shaky breath, “Why are you telling me to stop and not him?”

“Because I’ve been telling him for the last six months and he refuses to listen.”

Immediately you felt confused and hurt that Hoseok would try to take Jimin away from you. “Why would you tell him to stop? I mean, we’re both consenting adults. We know what we’re doing.”

“Do you?” He asked genuinely, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah of course.” You chewed on your lip, “It’s just…we’re friends with benefits. People do it all the time.”

“I worry less about you because you’re strong. Emotionally, I know you can handle it. You can do what you’re doing and walk away and be fine.” You weren’t sure if you should feel complimented by that or not, “Jimin isn’t like you. I know he seems okay when you’re together. I’m sure he’s great when you’re together, but when it’s done… When you walk away from him it tears him apart. He wasn’t built for friends with benefits, he was built for giving himself entirely to someone. And the someone he chose was you. Now he’s stuck. So it’s up to you. You have to call it off. Let him go.”

“Well I can’t. Okay?” You said, “I can’t just not see him anymore. It’s not...it’s not that easy. I don’t know why you’d assume it would be so easy for me to end it.”

“Why isn’t it? What is he to you?”

“Jimin?” You asked quietly and thought for a moment, “He’s my best friend.”

Hoseok choked out a mouth full of coffee on the ground before looking back at you, “He- what?”

“You don’t have to be so dramatic.”

“I’m fucking serious!” He said, “I really didn’t think you two were that close. I thought you were hooking up at most, Jimin is just so prone to getting attached.”

“I mean we hook up. That’s a big part of it or it was, but it’s more than that now. We talk all the time too. You know how I get after sex.”

“Chatty.” He smirked.

“I like talking to Jimin. He listens really well and he…” you blushed. The thought of him finding out how you felt terrified you but you had to trust that Hoseok wouldn’t tell anyone.

“And he what?”

“He just makes me feel good. I can tell him whatever I’m thinking. Any crazy, stupid, bitchy thing that goes through my head and he sees me the same as he did before. He looks at me like no one else even exists.”

“Do you love him?” Hoseok asked with genuine curiosity.

“Maybe.” You shrugged waiting to get an idea of his opinion, “Would that be crazy?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I can see it. If you do then why aren’t you just with him? Why drag him along while you’re in a relationship with someone else? That’s not fair to him. If you really loved him you wouldn’t be doing that.”

“Hoseok, I-“

“Listen, I know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but just as much as you’re my friend he’s my friend too. He deserves better.” You could see on his face just how serious he was. “I don’t know why you keep your dude around, you barely even like him. Be with who you want to be with but either way, you need to choose.”

“I did, Hoseok.” You sighed, “I already chose.”

“What?”

“I broke up with dude...months ago.” Hoseok looked shocked as he eyed you, “Before the camping trip I told him that I’d been seeing Jimin too. He said it was fine but not forever. He told me that I would need to decide eventually because while he was okay with fooling around he wanted something more serious.”

”You’re joking.” You shook your head and he grinned, “The camping trip… that was a trial run.”

“I just wanted to see what it could be like.”

“And?”

“I really love being with him.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, “So a few weeks after the trip. I broke up with dude, for good.”

“But you never told Jimin.” Hoseok said, confused, “He still thinks you two are on and off. Why didn't you tell him?”

“I’m not the stone hearted girl you think I am.” You laughed, “I’m scared. Actually, I’m fucking terrified.”

“Of what? Jimin? He’s a puppy dog.”

“I’m worried it won’t work out. I’m scared that without the thrill of what we do he’ll get bored. Or I’ll get bored. I’m scared if he spends too much time with me he’ll realize he doesn’t even like me that much.” You said quietly, “And then what? One of us loses all of our friends or we all have to suffer through horribly awkward holiday parties and birthday dinners. And I just- I really love him and if he doesn’t love me back I’ll just…I think it would kill me.”

“What if,” he paused dramatically, “it works out. What if he loves you too and you guys are great together. What if you both are so fucking annoying that you could never get bored with one another? What if the more time you spend together the more and more you realize how much you love each other? And everything works out fine. And instead of pretending to hate each other and sneaking out onto freezing cold balconies and into dark alleyways at our get-togethers, the two of you just kissed in front of everyone like normal human beings?”

“I don’t know, Hobi. What about all the other girls he’s with? He’s just gonna drop them for me?”

“Is he with other girls?” Hoseok laughed, “That’s news to me.”

“You think he’s not?”

“I think you two need to really fucking work on your communication habits.” He shook his head, “Just talk to him. Trust me.”

You nodded in agreement. It was time. “Just give me a few weeks and I’ll do it. Okay? I just need a few weeks and I swear I’ll tell him.”

“What’s in a few weeks?”

“It’s our anniversary.”

Hoseok’s forehead creased in thought and then he laughed, “Jin’s birthday? You guys hooked up at Jin’s birthday party?”

“Jin’s birthday party, two years ago.”

His mouth fell open in pure shock. “Two years this shit has been going on? How many parties did you guys hook up at? How many game nights?”

“I don’t think you want to know.”

“Not the ones at my house, right?“ He asked with growing concern as he tried to think back to all the events he’d hosted over the last two years. You kept your lips tight. “ Oh god, the ones at my house? No…oh no. Where?”

-

Anniversary night had been going wonderfully. Jimin had been as insatiable as ever and you were right there with him. You hadn’t even finished the drink he’d made you by the time he had you pinned against the couch cushions.

After you’d fooled around on every inch of the living room you moved into the kitchen. He said it was to refuel and rehydrate but when he pulled out the bowl of whipped cream you knew what his real intentions were. When you’d finally made it to the bedroom you didn’t think you could be any happier. Your mind was in such a blissful haze that you weren’t entirely sure how many rounds you’d gone.

When it seemed you were finally done, you were happy to just be beside him. Your head was on his shoulder and he had an arm around you. Your fingers were laced together and so were your legs. It was quiet between the two of you leaving you the chance to reminisce about the beginning of your relationship.

“Can you believe we used to hate each other?” You asked with a little laugh. “Look at us now. You could even say we like each other.”

“I never hated you.”

“What?”

He tightened his hold on your hand. “I’ve never hated you. I’ve actually always sort of loved you. Since the day we first met. I liked you a lot.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes.” He didn’t laugh like you thought he would, “I did.”

“What are you talking about? When we met at Hobi’s birthday party you were a total jerk!”

“What are you talking about?” Now it was his turn to laugh, “I was flirting with you. And then… there’s no other way to say it, you were kind of a bitch to be honest. After that I knew I had to change my technique.”

“Jimin.” You sat up to get a good look at him, wrapping the sheet around yourself, “No. Just no. You’re wrong. When I saw you I thought you were so cute. I even asked Hobi about you. He said he didn’t know all that much about you yet but that I should just be confident. So I was.”

“Yeah when we first talked! And I thought it was going well too! And then we split up for like five minutes and after that you snubbed me the rest of the night. I thought I did something wrong.”

“You did!” You were so frustrated you laughed, “You absolutely did something wrong.”

“What did I do?” Finally he sat up as the conversation reached a genuine level of heated.

“You were at the cake table with Joonie and he asked you what you thought about me and you said…and I fucking quote… ‘I have never met a woman so bold and hubristic in my life.’ And Joonie said you must have been confused, that you couldn’t be talking about me and you said ‘Oh no, there’s no confusing someone like her.’ It took everything I had to not ruin Hob’s birthday by bursting into tears. There was no other option for me than to not speak to you for the rest of the night.”

“Then you didn’t listen long enough,” He scoffed, “because after that I told him I thought you were refreshing. That it was so nice meeting a woman that didn’t shy away from saying what they thought . I was so used to girls I met thinking they would come on too strong if they held an actual conversation with me. I really liked you, y/n.”

Your shoulders dropped and you turned down fight mode for a minute, “No…”

“You thought I didn’t like that about you?” He asked, now thoroughly confused, “How, to this day, did you not realize I had been complimenting you? I’ve been aggressively trying to win you over for almost three years! I love who you are.”

“Oh. I-”

“Wow.” He laughed, “You beautiful moron.”

“I’m not a moron.” You pouted. “Say you're sorry.”

Jimin grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you back down to the mattress. You smiled into the kiss, finding him easily forgivable for the moment. It didn’t last as long as you would have liked before he pulled back.

“Wait!” He sat up on the bed and looked down at you, “You actually hated me? You weren’t just pretending? I thought it was a joke, a bit we were doing where we pretended to hate each other but were actually really into each other.”

“Hate is a strong word.” You backtracked.

“It’s the one you used.”

“I didn’t hate you, but I definitely didn’t like you.” You blushed, feeling like quite the asshole, “I was too frustrated with you to like you. And I was mad that you didn’t like me back when I liked you so much.”

“I just thought you were a mean flirt.” He grinned, “I started mean flirting back. At least I thought that’s what I was doing.”

“I didn’t used to be a mean flirt, but I liked it when you did it so I kept going.” You let out a laugh and then buried your face in his pillow. “Made kind of a mess of things didn’t I?”

“That’s my girl. I wouldn’t like you as much as I do if you didn’t.” He slid down the bed and put his arm around you. “Come here, I’m not done cuddling you.”

You only hummed as he pulled you in. It was quiet between the two of you for a long time. Mostly you just listened to the beat of his heart and focused on his fingers dragging over your skin. And you thought. You thought a lot and mostly about how to talk to him. All night you’d thought about telling him how you felt. You told Hoseok you’d tell him the truth by tonight but you were so anxious and scared. You started to believe it would never feel like the right time. Or that you wouldn’t be able to find the right words.

Even the conversation you’d had would have been the perfect time to throw it in but you couldn’t do it. How could he ever want to be with someone like you? It didn’t make sense. He was so kind and trusting and you were paranoid and presumptive. You couldn’t imagine you measured up to anything other than annoying to him despite everything he said. Guys would say just about anything to sleep with someone.

After a while you let out a deep sigh, “So I guess you want me to go?”

His hand that had been roaming over your skin stopped immediately, after a moment he said “Sure.”

You watched as he pulled away from the intimate embrace without a second thought and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Always with his phone once the two of you were done fucking. His attitude had changed so suddenly, you had lost any remaining lovey feelings. Tonight was definitely not the night. Maybe you’d ask him out to lunch and have a real conversation. One where sex wasn’t involved.

“Can I use your shower?” You asked as you sat up on the mattress.

With the sheet hanging loose off of his hip he gestured to the bathroom. “You know where to find it.”

“I’ll be quick.” Tugging the sheet away from him to wrap it around yourself you muttered out a bitter tasting, “I’m sure you have another pussy appointment showing up soon, I wouldn’t want to be in your hair.”

“Yep.” He agreed, not even bothering looking over at you.

You spent an extra long time in the shower, feeling especially pouty and upset. This was supposed to have been the perfect night. Maybe it was stupid for you to think an anniversary with your friends with benefits had any real meaning or that it would have any meaning to him. You weren’t mad at Jimin. It was your fault. You’d dragged him along for two years, you never once expected him to wait around for you to be ready. You let yourself be sad for a little while. You were proud you barely even cried.

“Not even going to make the bed for the next girl?” You asked as you walked out of the bathroom in your underwear, brushing out your hair with his comb. “That’s not very considerate, Park.”

At some point he had gotten up while you were showering. He was still laying in the bed now, but he’d thrown on a pair of basketball shorts. One hand was holding his phone near his face and the other was scratching the inside of his knee pushing his shorts up his leg to expose his thigh. You thought to grumble but instead you just walked over and sat down on the mattress beside him to finish brushing your hair.

“Always on your phone. Are you even listening to me be a brat to you?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at him.

His eyebrows shot up in acknowledgment but he kept his eyes on his phone. “I heard you.”

“I heard you.” You said mockingly under your breath.

His hand had dropped between your back and his leg. You jumped slightly at the feel of his finger moving over your skin. Leaving a fiery trail in its wake. Across your lower back, and around your hip before he placed his hand on your upper thigh.

“What are your other girls like?” You asked thoughtfully.

“What girls?”

“The other ones. Your other conquests.” You dropped the brush on the bedside table and looked over at him. “Do you like...go on dates and hold hands and all that shit with any of them? Which one is your favorite? Which one is the one that’s going to eventually make you kick me to the curb? ‘I can’t fuck you anymore, Y/n. I’m in love.’”

“Can’t we stop with the playboy joke? I’m-I’m tired of it. It’s not funny anymore, it's just played out.” Finally he dropped his phone on the side table next to the brush and looked up at you. You were a little taken aback by his tone. “I don’t have other girls.”

“Please!” You laughed, “You’re telling me, the Park Jimin spends his Friday nights alone?”

“Only the ones I don’t spend with you.”

“Wait, Jimin…” Excitement sparked in your chest, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I only fuck with you. Been that way for a while now. A long while. Two years almost.”

“Why?”

“I tried for a while to hang out with other girls. Couldn’t get the taste of you off my tongue though. No one else ever came close.” He shrugged.

“Shut up.” You scowled, “You’re lying.”

“I thought we went over this a long time ago.” He sighed, his hand drifting over your thigh, “You’re my end game. You’re all I want.”

“Stop a second.” You grabbed his distracting hand from your leg. His confession came so casual but it was overwhelming regardless. “I can’t tell if you’re being honest or not.”

He sat up, throwing one leg to the side of you, the other resting behind you. “I told you. I tell you all the time. I want you, y/n. I’ve wanted you since the day we met.”

“I mean you already get me like twice a month at the very least. Usually more.”

“No. I want you. I want date nights and sleepovers. I want you to have a drawer in my dresser with just your things. I want…” he let out a nervous breath. His confession had been a long time coming too. “I want to be your guy. Your only guy.”

His chest was pressed against your arm and you could feel the pounding of his heart as he waited for you to say something.

Jimin knew you better than anyone else at this point. He knew every dirty secret. He knew in detail every horrible thing you were capable of. He knew you’d been cheating on your old boyfriend when things started with him. It didn’t make sense to you that he’d want to be with you in a serious way after knowing that. You never guessed he’d be so serious about a relationship with you. You would have bet everything on him having other relationships. Regardless of what you thought, this was the moment.

“I have to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I'm not with anyone else.” You gulped, “Not anymore. Not for a while either. It’s just you.”

“What?” He sounded genuinely shocked. “What do you mean? For how long?”

“Since a couple weeks after the camping trip we took.”

“What...the fuck?” He sighed in complete disbelief, “Why’d you two break up?”

“I left him. I realized I didn’t want to be with him anymore. I just wanted you.”

“Why didn’t you think to tell me before now?”

“I didn’t want things to change between us.” You chewed on your lip anxiously, “I thought…”

“Say it.”

“I thought you wouldn’t be interested anymore. That you’d drop me like the other ones.”

“Why do you think there are so many other girls?” He laughed but you knew him well enough to know he didn’t think it was funny. He was frustrated, borderline furious with you.

“You’re with a new girl almost every time we hang out with the group. You’re always on your phone when we...finish. I always just assumed you were talking to the next girl you had on your list.”

“I hate when you leave.” He said grabbing his phone off the side table and unlocking it before he handed it to you. “I can’t stand thinking about you going back to him, so I distract myself when you’re about to go so I don’t have to think about it.”

“Are you serious?” You asked, digging your teeth into your lip as you looked down at the screen. “Candy Crush?”

“Check my messages if you don’t believe me. You won’t find any other girls.”

“Wait...really?” You believed him, but you were intrigued by the idea of seeing his messages.

He nodded, even reaching over to pull up the correct screen. “I just play games until after you’re gone.”

Looking down at his messages you couldn’t stop the smile. The only message he had from that night, after the one from you saying you were one your way, was Jungkook asking if he was still down to play soccer on Sunday morning. He hadn’t even opened it yet.

“Hobi was right.” You blushed, “We have to do better at communicating.”

His eyebrow pinched in the middle as he looked at you. “What are you talking to him for?”

“Doesn’t really matter…” you said quietly. “Jimin, I want to be with you too.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, “Is this really happening.”

“If you really want it too.”

He let out another laugh of disbelief, “You really just let me believe…for, fuck, almost a year?”

“I’m sorry.” You sighed. “I mean it’s not like you ever said anything to me, not really. I know because I was waiting.”

“What?!” He jumped from the bed with a burst of energy. “I tell you all the time! I’ve been telling you for two fucking years!”

“As a joke!” You argued.

“Not as a joke. It’s never been a joke to me!” He looked like he was going to tear his own hair out.

“I didn’t know. I swear. It’s just hard for me to know when you’re being serious.”

“Let me make it really clear for you then. I love you.”

“You…love love me?”

“You’ve been ruining my life for two years already!” He yelled, “You think I’d wait around for you this long if I didn’t love you?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You laughed. Reaching out you grabbed the waist of his shorts and pulled him between your legs. “Can’t we just wipe the board clean? We have everything out on the table. You love me and I love you. And we both are only seeing each other and are only interested in seeing each other. Everything else was just me being stupid and we should forget about it.”

He grinned down at you, his hands moving over your cheeks. “You’re really taking the fall for this?”

“I made a lot of assumptions,” you sighed, “ most of them about you. I think maybe if I hadn’t jumped to so many conclusions we could have had something real a long time ago. As my apology for making you work so hard and wait so long, I will take the blame. But…are you sure you even want to be with me after all this?”

“More than ever.” With your face still cupped in his hands he leaned down and left a kiss against your mouth. “Will you stay the night?”

“Of course.”

“I have to go out really quick, but I want you to stay here.”

“I just told you I would stay.” You laughed.

“No, I mean stay here. Don’t move an inch.” He kissed your cheek and finally dropped his hands from your face.

You watched as he moved over to the dresser and grabbed a T-shirt from one of the drawers.

“Wait, you’re really leaving?” You asked, sitting up on the mattress.

“Yes, now lay back down. Don’t move. Don’t even think about it!” He bolted into the closet and back out, shoving his arms through the sleeves of his jacket. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” You called out as he disappeared, “What if I have to pee?”

“Don’t move!” You heard his voice travel through the hall and then the front door slammed shut.

Almost as soon as he said it you hopped off the bed. You went to the bathroom and then meandered into the kitchen for a snack. You found one of his sweaters hanging off a chair in the living room and pulled it over your head so that you weren’t just in your underwear. That only took you about ten minutes and you still had no idea where he’d gone or what he was doing.

You decided to get back into bed. Warm from the sweater and tucked comfortably into the blankets and pillows that smelled like Jimin. You turned on the television that sat on top of a dresser at the foot of his bed. With your eyes closed you fell asleep to the sound of the movie that had been playing.

When you woke back up it was to the feel of soft kisses against your eyelids, your nose, your forehead.

“You’re back.” You murmured with your eyes still closed.

“You moved.”

“I did not. This is exactly where you left me.”

Stretching out your arms and legs you let out a little squeak of a noise. When you opened your eyes Jimin was looking at you with a happiness you weren’t sure you’d ever seen in him.

“You’re wearing the sweater I had in the living room.” He advised you of your mistake, “And you left your snack evidence on the counter in the kitchen.”

“It was probably a peckish ghost.” You let your fingers comb through his hair. “Where’d you go anyway?”

He nodded to the end of the bed with a smirk, “I had to pick some stuff up.”

Following his gaze you let out a laugh, “You did not have to do that.”

“I wanted to. Now that I finally can.” He leaned back against the pillows and watched you push yourself up. “Happy anniversary.”

You grabbed the oversized stuffed bear first, pulling it into your lap. Then you grabbed the bundle of bright red roses, bringing them to your nose. There was a box of chocolates and underneath that was a toothbrush.

Lifting up the brush you looked over your shoulder at him curiously. “Trying to say something?”

“Yeah, I want you to stay over more. Now you have a toothbrush here.”

Grabbing the bear in a chokehold and taking the chocolates as well, you climbed back to the head of the bed, leaning into the awaiting arms of Jimin.

“You’re making me look bad.” You said pulling the top off the candy. “You got me all this stuff. I only got you one thing. I didn’t spend a single dollar on you.”

“My gift was you and it’s perfect.”

“I’m still going to get you something else. What do you want?” You asked, pushing a chocolate between his lips. “It can be anything. Money is no object.”

He hummed over the chocolate as he thought about it and then smirked, “Tell me you love me.”

“That’s it?” Your forehead creased, “I’ve said it before.”

“Say it this time and mean it.”

“I’ve meant it every time I’ve said it, but if it’s what you want.” Cupping his face with one hand you pulled him in for a quick chocolate flavored kiss, “I love you, Jimin.”

“I love you, Jimin.” He said mockingly and then pulled you closer as he laughed. “God, you’re such a sucker.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“I love you too.” He pushed the hair off your face and smiled. “You gonna be nice to me now?”

You huffed out an amused laugh before giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Absolutely not.”

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scream your panties (m) – pjm

➺ pairing: jimin x female reader

➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; minor angst; panhellenic college au ; established relationship ; halloween shenanigans

➺ warning/content tags: 18+; swearing (cuz issa fic by me), extremely inaccurate depictions of Greek life (I used PBP because I have friends from there and it’s the only one I feel safe making fun of); mutually jealous Jimin and Y/N who are in a deeply symbiotic relationship and are somehow the same person, sexualized Toy Story Halloween costumes, Y/N is prone to murderous fits of rage but so is Jimin (he just pretends he isn’t to look more civilized), haunted houses are scary (includes jump scares, scary themed rooms, and also taegiseok n yeonbin in creepy costumes), fighting n misunderstandings (gets scary for a sec but its quick like ripping off a bandage), smut: boob enthusiast Jimin, tons of breast play n nipple play, chest enthusiast Y/N cuz Jimin has nipple piercings 😏, Jimin likes to spank you both inside and outside the bedroom, hand job, unprotected penetrative rough sex (multiple times), Jimin n Y/N get randomly into the feels all the fucking time so if you hate intimacy this fic aint the one for you, copious marking/biting, spit play, panty thief Jimin returns (sorry but this is canon to my Jimins I can’t make him stop 🤡), big dick size king Jimin, creampies/pussy stuffing, blow job, sixty-nine action (yes they blow and eat out each other at the same time), fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, cock warming, showering together

➺ word count: 17.4k

➺ summary: As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jimin's frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling – the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriend's delicious self between your legs.

➺ author’s note: Yo sorry for being a hot mess 😭. I had to change my fic idea for this collab last minute (literally on like Oct. 29) and since then it's been a mad dash to get this fic out. I didn't abandon the vampire fic idea, I'm just gonna write it outside a collab with deadlines don't fret! Anyways I hope you really enjoy this fic, it was supposed to be a short lil cute pwp and I made it a super long smutty mammoth fic because I'm obsessed with Jimin 🙄. Btw I amped up the steamy factor and length cuz I'm going on a writing break after Nov. 15 since I’m not really going to have much of free time to write. I’ll still attempt to post once a month but if that doesn’t happen please don’t pressure me about it? I posted like 100k for you guys this year and the year isn’t even over. I hope this tides you over until you get the second half of LOTL. Cuz like, is it a Halloween fic? Sure. But also, do sororities and frats always have random ass costume parties in the middle of the year? Yeah, man. You can read this fic at any time of the year honestly. Please leave some love for this fic if you did like it 💕 feedback is always incredible to receive. The validation I get on each fic I post increases my confidence and allows me to feel secure in continuing to write and post more stories for you guys. I love you a lot and I’ll miss you when I’m on my writing hiatus. These exams are absolutely critical though; I can’t manage both the stress of tumblr and school at the same time for Nov-Jan tbh.

This fic is a part of Jimin’s Sunset Spooktober! Banner made by my darling @knjsnoona & me! It’s just collaboration after collaboration in this household lmaoo 🥰. Beta-read by @jimilter she’s on payroll now! Jimin writes the checks to my lovely bff for all of her help (this is a joke I hope you understand that 😭). I feel like I should credit Ash as a ghost writer. I mean she didn't write this fic but she basically could've with how much I told her and how much she helped. I’m truly blessed to have such lovely and supportive angels as friends 🥺

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It’s hot in your bedroom but you don’t want to push the male who’s got his face buried in your chest off your body.

Stifling a sigh, your left hand caresses his scalp, long fingers threading themselves into the messy overgrown gunmetal gray strands. Jimin slides his palms over your sides, grasping a hold of your tiny waist and pulling you closer to him as you throw a leg over his hips. His hands move north as he brushes them past your ribs and grabs your bare breasts, uncovered since you are mostly nude underneath him and only wearing a scrap of red lace to cover your lower half. He presses your breasts together, bunching the round full globes together before swiping a thumb over the puffy nipples until they start to harden. He finishes the job by enclosing his mouth over one of them and then the other, sucking and nibbling on those stiffening points until they tighten into sensitive, rigid peaks.

It’s not unusual for you to be wrapped around your boyfriend’s body, his slim yet muscular limbs grasping you like a vice, on a Friday afternoon. You don’t have classes on the last day of the week, only a morning shift as a writing tutor at the student center, and Jimin only has his Philosophy discussion on Fridays, led by the course’s TA. The two of you always find your ways back to each other on this day, hence, making up for the lost time over the rest of the week.

Today, you met him for lunch at the Panda Express on campus and then walked back with him to your apartment. Which brings us back to now – Jimin with his shirt off, only wearing the sky blue jeans that make his ass look divine, hovering over your body with his overly long, steel colored bangs falling into his eyes as he sucks on your tits and hums absentmindedly.

The two of you have come to prefer your place over his for moments like these. In freshman year, you were in a triple in the dorms while he had a double with Kim Taehyung, so you two would usually find yourselves fooling around in random empty classrooms in the Physics department. In sophomore year, you lived in your sorority which had much stricter rules than the apartment Jimin had gotten with a couple of his friends. But this year, Jimin is living in his fraternity and you are the one with the apartment which you don’t have to share with anyone. You’ve slept over at the frat before; Beta Tau Sigma doesn’t care if they have girls over, but sometimes you both prefer the privacy here. Jimin and you are usually insatiable; two and a half years together and you’re both still exceeding horny when it comes to each other, and if Jimin’s frat knew how often you two actually were fucking rather than doing anything else, they would never let him live it down as they hurled teasing but impressed compliments his way.

“Jimin?” you murmur, tightening your grip to tilt his head upwards so he can meet your gaze.

Jimin looks at you, heated dark brown eyes under hooded eyelids, his soft silvery hair a rumpled mess clinging to his forehead. “I love you,” he mutters, locking his eyes with yours, pushing his lips out into a puckered pout that eagerly seek yours.

Fuck. He’s so hot.

You move your head towards his and sigh as your lips meet. Jimin slots his lips over yours again and again, their plush pillowiness feeling like heaven against your mouth. He languidly darts his tongue out to press against your lips until they part enough that he can slip it inside. As your tongues twine together, Jimin sucks on yours, his cheeks hollowing out. A moan slips out from you, unbidden as you’re unable to control your urges around this man. One would think that time would make it easier for you, make you less susceptible to the temptation that was Park Jimin, but they would be wrong.

You still make a valiant effort to pull away from him, breaking apart from the kiss. You press your palm against his chest, flush against the Nevermind tattoo crawling up the right side of his torso, to keep him from drawing even closer to you although his grip around your waist keeps you from getting too far.

“Jimin,” you whine trying to engage your boyfriend into conversation.

The male lets his face fall into your chest, banging his forehead lightly against your sternum, “No,” he protests, his straight, dark eyebrows getting pushed together as he furrows his forehead. “Lemme kiss you. I just wanna spend time with you here in your bed until I’m forced to leave and help the Beta Tau Sigma set up for the haunted house. You’ll let me fuck you, won’t you baby?” he needles, “We have all night to talk.”

You scowl, not that he can see it, and push him off of you. Jimin rolls his body around, flopping next to you in bed, immediately wincing when he notices your narrowed eyes. “What is it, Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asks it sweetly and it seems at odds with how his previous sentence caught your ire and made you instantly see red.

“Why do you never want to talk to me?” you demand, crossing your hands over your bare breasts. You irately sweep your long mess of dark hair over your shoulder to let it hang down your back.

You barely got to speak to him this week; when you delivered a bag of hot tofu stew and rice to the study room he had booked, he snapped at you when you hung around, though you were only planning on sticking around long enough to kiss Jimin and force him to put down his books to eat. But this feels different from how Jimin goes radio silent during the weeks when he has a heavy school load filled with studying for exams. Both of you were done with midterms. You wouldn’t have tests again until finals. Jimin even made up his mind to come out and celebrate Halloween with you and his frat, even though he has his Autumn showcase the next evening.

You don’t know if you’re being entirely too sensitive but you don’t like this. It’s hurtful that Jimin says he doesn’t want to talk to you right now—right?

Jimin stares at you, pink mouth wide open as he looks aghast. “I know. I messed up. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have worded it like that, but you know I love talking to you. That’s all we ever do, baby. I text you more out of everyone. I facetime you at all hours of the day. It’s never ever a silent meal when we’re eating together. And I love every bit of it. You know that, right? Y/N, I just. Baby, I miss you. I haven’t seen you all week. I want physical intimacy with you, not just emotional.”

Your frown softens. Fuck, you are being overemotional. He’s right. He’s a great boyfriend. He always tries his best to stay close to you and make your relationship seem special. You were especially craving Jimin’s soft words after so long without (or so it felt, anyways), said in that husky yet sweet toned drawl, fanning over your heated skin as he delivered them with hard kisses from his plush, Bratz doll-esque lips. Your love language was words of affirmation, after all. But in that way, perhaps Jimin needed to slowly ease his way back into talking to you. He did get frighteningly shy. Your sweet loveable boyfriend grew quiet and uncomfortable with people, even those he had known his entire life if he hadn’t seen them for a while. It never took him too long to get back into the flow of his old ways, but he was always a little awkward at the beginning. How had you forgotten that?

You bite your lips as you frown and you let yourself get wrapped in his embrace again, remembering that Jimin craved physical intimacy with you and that that was his love language. For a moment, you allow yourself to enjoy the warmth from his hold, cherishing the way he buries his nose into your crown and tenderly drops light kisses on the top of your head while you attempt to calm your breathing and reign in your emotions. This has nothing to do with him. You’re overreacting.

Striving for a lighthearted tone, you let out a hopefully airy laugh that doesn’t ring too hollow. You brush your fingers along his spine, where you can feel the ring of bones going up his back, softly letting your fingertips tickle his sensitive skin.

“We’ll have sex, I promise. I just need to talk to you about tonight first, before I forget.”

“What’s there to talk about, babe? You got me the costume; I’ll wear it and show up to the Pi Beta Phi manor and we’ll win the thing. And then we go over to my frat to go through the haunted house.”

There were multiple reasons why Jimin walked you home today, but the most important one in your eyes is to pick up his Halloween costume. You have grand aspirations of winning the costume contest at the function your sorority is holding. The winner of the couple event will not only get a month off of required duties at the sorority but also a weekend stay at a fancy hotel room in the city. You are so tired of the mac n cheese lunches they held for philanthropy events. You gain ten pounds, or so it feels, each time. And the date parties? The themes are always so weird and unique that you have to buy a completely new outfit for yourself each time because you can’t reuse anything that was already in your closet. That’s not even the worst of it but you’ve gotten your point across. This sorority is bleeding you dry.

“Ugh, the haunted house,” you groan, burrowing your face into Jimin’s shoulder. His skin is warm and flushed, but he smells amazing and his hugs always give you the instant boost of serotonin you desperately need. Which you now need more than ever. Tonight has to be good for both of you.

Jimin thinks you’re only upset because you hate being scared and bemoans, “Hey! You said that if I let you pick the costumes you would come with me to my Beta Tau’s event too. It’s not Jack and Sally, is it?” His lower lip juts out into a pout that you’re too distracted to notice.

“I thought you guys would throw a Halloween party,” you grumbled.

“We’re doing that too, babe. It’s just half the first floor and all of the second floor we’re converting.”

You suddenly remember the second part of Jimin’s question which makes you laugh lightly, more genuinely this time, before pressing a soft kiss against his throat, “Sorry, ’Min, I didn’t have time to hand make costumes for The Nightmare Before Christmas. Next time, okay? I still think this is good. We could win.”

“What is it?” he asks, sounding full of suspicion. But his attention is wavering again and he’s more focused on groping your ass and pulling on your red lace panties before they snap back softly against your skin.

“You’ll see when you get ready,” you murmur, “But, Jimin,” you hedge.

“Hmm?” He's not paying attention at all. Not when he gets to grip at your luscious hips and squeeze your juicy ass.

“I need you to look very sexy. Pull out all the stops when you’re getting ready, baby.” It’s not that Jimin doesn’t look good when he doesn’t put in effort. He has a casual beauty that is heightened by his effortless style. But you need him to look lethal. Park Jimin when he wants to slay is a whole other kind of demon, one that you are glad is your boyfriend. You would cry if you got to see Jimin looking fine as hell but he wasn’t going home with you.

He bends his neck, nuzzling his face into your chest again, “Sure thing, baby. I won’t forget. Do you need to do my makeup? Should I just ditch helping with the setup?”

You tighten your grip, “Stay with me. Fuck Beta Tau Sigma.”

He chortles, letting out peals of pleasured laughter, “Babe. I wish.” Jimin’s so fucking cute, you wanna pat his head and thus you immediately do so, not even attempting to curb the urge, and then you finger comb back his silver gray locks that you had twisted into a mess earlier.

“No, you don’t need any face makeup, unless you want to. You just need to look hot and be shamelessly confident. Maybe you can channel Seokjin?” you suggest. You heard that Seokjin has a nautical themed costume to wear tonight. If he’s going as a sexy merman that bares all, then Jimin could probably stand to borrow some of his confidence.

Jimin narrows his eyes, looking affronted, tightening his grip on one asscheek before spanking it loudly, “I don’t need to channel Seokjin hyung when I can channel myself, Y/N.”

“Okay, okay,” you easily acquiesce, your own hand moving down to your backside and attempting to rub the reddened flesh. “You’re right, but… remember to do that please.”

“Okay, I don’t get all this remembering business. Y/N, I always look hot,” Jimin tilts his head looking down at you, “What the fuck are you dressing me up as, dude?”

You blink. “Something sexy?”

“Then explain your comment or I’m pushing you off me. You don’t deserve me or my body,” he sasses, already with his hands on your shoulders, prepared to throw you off. “Y/N, you do think I’m the hottest guy you’ve ever seen or been with, right?”

You nervously giggle and lightly scream. How the fuck do you explain that you need Jimin to pull off a very specific look without spoiling the surprise and telling him what it is? “Of course, I think you’re the most attractive man that’s ever lived. Jimin, you are pure aesthetic excellence,” you quickly interject.

“You know how there are several kinds of attractive men? I need you to put on the costume first and let that influence how you do your hair. Like remember when we watched 50 Shades of Grey and you said you were Christian Chim Chim. Don’t fucking do that shit. I need—oh shit, you’re right. I need you to channel yourself. Baby, when you pick your filter for tonight, I need you to be the frattiest, most cocky, and confident fuckboy ever. Give your entire frat a run for their money. Baby, you need to be able to get any guy or girl. That Jimin. The one that bagged me. Be that Jimin.”

“Wow, I didn’t think you were going in that direction,” he laughs, sheepishly, “I came at you too hard. Of course, I know my girlfriend is fucking attracted to me. Sorry, babe, my head isn’t right this week.”

You look up at Jimin, “What’s wrong?” the words aren’t delivered lovingly – no, they’re delivered like a threat; like you’re fully prepared to go find the bitch or asshole who knocked down Jimin’s self esteem and tear them a new one. Nobody gets to hurt your baby like that. Not even you. And if you did do it, accidentally, you would usually wallow in a pool of despair ,begging for Jimin’s forgiveness while at the same time knowing you didn’t deserve it.

And that had only happened once and only because you didn’t know that his hand size was a trigger for him. They’re bigger than yours by a centimeter, though his pinky is about a millimeter or two smaller and you had laughed about how you found it funny that your pinky was longer. But then you cried yourself to sleep when you noticed that Jimin had gone quiet for the rest of the date and didn’t even bother to kiss you goodnight before leaving.

Right now, Jimin snorts, “I’m just being dramatic. Jungkook said I looked like a hot mess this week. And I know that my hair looked like a haystack and my clothes weren’t coordinated, but it’s not like I had time to blow dry my hair or plan outfits or even breathe.”

“Well, Jungkook’s an ugly jock, so what does he know about sexiness?” you scowl, “Stupid fucker with his big, ugly muscles and his meatheaded coconut shaped skull.”

“I have muscles,” Jimin interrupts, rolling the two of you around again until he's caging you under his body. His hands are right by your ears, fingers splayed out and his 13 tattoo looks so starkly black from where it is on his flexed left wrist. The devious male smirks before he subtly rolls his hips into you, hard zipper from the denim pressing against your messy and flushed front.

“Sexy muscles,” you sigh immediately, “Jungkook wishes he looked like you.”

He bites down on his lower lip to hide his smile but it still breaks free, the curve of his lips curling up as it spreads wide to show how happy he is. “Pretty girl,” he mumbles, “I want to destroy you but you’re too sweet.”

At that, your legs immediately surge upwards to cross over his ass, thighs hugging either side of his hips while meeting those shallow rolls of his. You gyrate your own hips until you can get your folds perfectly aligned with his zipper and his cock beneath it, an angry hard length that’s desperate to break free.

Jimin inhales loudly, a sharp sound that makes your skin breakout with goosebumps even with your warm skin pressed against his hot flushed one. You’re hyper aware of his every move and sound. When he moves his hands over your ass-cheeks, palming them, his dexterous fingers are restless as they seek to make you whimper and keen before he squeezes your ass, pushing you up to draw your hips to him until your pelvis is flush against his. He grasps you so tightly that there’s barely a hairsbreadth of space in between the two of you. Jimin loves going commando and his cock head breaches the waistband of his jeans, the tip stabbing you in the belly button because of its monstrous length.

He’s looking down at you with his eyelids hooded. His blackened eyes are dark from desire, the pupils so blown out you can barely make out the brown irises that edge them. The heat terrifies you but also makes you yearn for more, and you haphazardly move your face in the direction of his, almost missing his mouth as you sloppily join lips together. Your arms go up, twining around his neck, both your hands have their fingers buried in his gunmetal colored locks, palms supporting and cradling the back of his head lovingly.

His jaw almost crashes into your chin as he vigorously leans into the kiss, greedily inhaling through his nose, reluctant to pull apart from your mouth as he keeps swiping his lips over yours, sucking at your plump lower lip and nibbling at your cupid’s bow, before he eases you into opening your mouth again. All the while he’s got a hold on your ass, using it to further push you into him instead of crashing down on you, suffocating you with his heavy weight and pressing you into the mattress. The act is thoughtful, though born out of desperation, and your fronts collide with each other, your breasts clinging to his chest as your hardened nipples brush against his metal adorned ones. You hiss when you feel the round ends of his piercings drag against your soft skin, dimpling into them when you’re pushed even tighter against Jimin.

One of Jimin’s hands wander from your ass to clench your thigh, gripping your smooth, supple flesh as his fingers, with the nails slightly grown out since he had forgotten to cut them this week, dig into your skin while he pulls your legs apart and bucks against you. It’s not hard enough to truly hurt but his fingernails do leave temporary red crescent indentations and make you whimper from the tiny bit of pain.

Your tongue, meanwhile, is still roving around Jimin’s mouth and brushes over his reddened swollen lips, and you can taste the mint from the Listerine strip he had dissolved on his tongue after lunch, as well as the peach flavored lip balm he had swiped from your book bag. After a particularly hard nip from Jimin’s teeth, you break apart from his lips to let out an embarrassingly loud wanton moan. He doesn’t let a single second go to waste as he drags his lips along your jaw, nibbling along the way as he moves lower in the direction of your throat. Once there, he bites roughly at the sensitive skin above the hollow of your neck, sucking on it harshly until it leaves a blossoming mark of reds and violets. As he darts his tongue out to soothe the aching flesh, he sneakily dips it into the hollow of your neck and then your collarbones as well, messily licking up the flushed expanse of your skin.

Jimin soon finds his way back to your cherished breasts that he loves so ardently. As he wraps his mouth around a still angrily reddened and tender nipple, you make your hand sneak in between the two of your abdomens, not playing the role of an idle participant. Your hand grips at the front of his pants, holding his cock against your palm as your thumb rubs at its swollen head. You stop your movement over his dick to turn your attention to undoing his button and Jimin growls out in frustration, biting down on your soft underboob, leaving a half circle of teeth marks.

“Chill, baby,” you soothe him, and as soon as you free his cock from its confines, your hand tightly grasps the member to stroke it.

The tight, suctioning grip of your fingers and palm around his heated shaft makes him sigh lewdly in relief as his eyes flutter closed in ecstasy, his long dark eyelashes fanning the apples of his cheeks. He slumps against you, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours as one of his dampened locks of hair falls over his left eye. His nose brushes against yours, and if you wanted, you could place gentle open mouthed kisses on his slightly parted lips, but you ignore them to focus on his cock, while Jimin turns his attention to wetly press his mouth against your cheek and then your jaw.

His moans go up a pitch, filling your ears with his musical sounds of pleasure. Biting your bottom lip, your teeth sinking into it as you press your forehead against Jimin’s even harder, you switch up your form and go to fondle his balls with your nimble fingers. As you tug on them, Jimin lets out an anguished sound that's a cross between agony and elation.

“Y/N, don’t. Don’t tease me. Please?” he begs, “I haven’t had time to get off all week. Baby, please. I’m gonna blow my load. Let me fuck you, beautiful.”

You quit teasing him and instead, your hands got to his waistband on either side, fully determined to shove his pants down his thighs. You don’t even need them down fully, just enough so that Jimin could fuck you without any complications.

He backs up from you and you sigh in discontentment the second Jimin’s flushed peaches n’ cream skin is no longer clinging to yours as the male hops off your bed to tear his jeans fully off his legs. He struggles a little, jumping lightly as the tight material clings to his sweaty thighs and you almost swoon when you see his ass jiggle. What was that thing Doja Cat said? Oh yes, “if you could see it from the front wait till you can see it from the back.” And you can definitely see Jimin’s from the front while also confirming that yes, the backside view is even more mouthwatering.

The pants successfully taken off and thrown to a far corner of the room, Jimin immediately hurls his whole body onto the bed, catching himself with those toned arms whose biceps have started to look shockingly large in the past couple of months and made you demand Jimin carry you everywhere around because he was definitely strong enough to. The thought makes you smile and you immediately smack a kiss against Jimin’s lips because he always carried you whenever you asked.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers against your lips, nuzzling his nose against yours. His thick thighs are bracketing yours as Jimin hovers above your lap, his cock bobbing against your pelvis and its head getting caught onto your lace underwear as it soaks it with precum. As he pulls your panties off, he asks, “Can I keep these? I’ll return them to you later. Hand washed and folded.”

You snicker, “Sicko,” teasing him, but then you press your lips against his before they can droop down into a frown. “Yeah, go ahead, baby. Thanks for remembering that they don’t go into the washer.”

And then you and Jimin are finally getting to the main event. Bare as always, because while you had been on the pill since you were fifteen, Jimin and you hadn’t started having condomless sex until the third month of dating. But once you started, you never went back. Your clit doesn’t need much to get it going and you’re already gushing like a broken faucet so Jimin thrusts his cock into you without much pomp or circumstance. As always, you gasp at the intrusion. Not only does your boyfriend have a sizable length, but he’s also girthy as hell and whenever he first fills you up, he takes your breath away.

According to Jimin, it’s because you don’t work out and you’re possibly asthmatic. At that you always smack the back side of his head and tell him no, it’s grossly romantic that he can take your breath away with his fine ass dick game, and your lung capacity is fine for someone who wasn’t in the church choir for twelve years. Yes, your boyfriend is a former church boy. If only Father Thomas could see how low he had fallen. But compliments about Jimin’s dick always makes the cocky, pun intended, jerk smirk like a self-satisfied Cheshire cat and giggle adorably. He is a stunning contradiction of a man. Sometimes you want to suffocate him with your thighs, other times with a pillow.

He shallowly thrusts in you once, twice before he unexpectedly takes almost his entire dick out of your folds before slamming back into you so vigorously that it makes your thighs quiver, wrapped as they are around his waist. He’s so deep in you that you can feel the clean shaven base of his cock pressed against your mons. From there on it’s a frantic joining of the two of your bodies as Jimin furiously pounds into you, letting out all of his frustrations from the past week onto your body in the form of turbulent love making. You hold on for dear life, clutching onto his broad shoulders as your mouth slides against Jimin’s ear, softly whispering how much you love him and how you’ll always be there for him and how there’s no one else in the world more perfectly suited for you than your beloved boyfriend.

When he finally cums into you, a messy and molten flow of whiteness that paints your insides and then leaks out from the overflow, proof that your poor darling truly didn’t have a moment recently to let off some steam, the male wearily drags his body away from yours so he can return with a damp cloth to clean you up between your legs. As you drowsily look up at him and make grabby hands, he gently slaps them away, before placing a loving kiss on your forehead and brushing back your hair, tucking in a lock behind your ear.

“I need to go, baby,” he bemoans, “But I’ll see you tonight, okay? I’m setting an alarm on your phone to wake you up in an hour so you don’t oversleep and then have to rush to get ready.”

“Sweet baby,” you murmur, locking your arms around his neck and keeping him in place.

“Considerate baby,” Jimin argues, tenderly moving his hands up to encircle your wrists and pull your arms away from him so he’s no longer trapped in your hold. “I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you,” you parrot drowsily, your eyes slowly falling shut as Jimin walks around your room to gather his clothes and then get ready to leave. He remembers to grab the shopping bag from Nordstrom you stuffed his costume in, not that you would ever shop there to buy a one time Halloween costume. It’s more likely that you reused the bag. He squints in confusion when all he sees is a mess of brightly colored fabric within it but he just shrugs, too tired from the sex to work up enough brain power to guess what his costume is. He then heads out the door, not forgetting to lock it behind him.

When you wake up to your annoying ass alarm an hour later—now why the fuck did Jimin use the quacking ducks preset as the ringtone? You feel boneless yet still exhausted. You tiredly drag yourself into the shower to get the smell of sex off your body and wash your hair, though it’s going to be hidden under a wig, just so you can feel squeaky clean before you put on your costume.

You and Jimin are dressing up as Ken and Barbie from Toy Story 3, and in your opinion the costumes don’t look half bad. You were running late with the costume planning in between everything you had on your plate this month but a successful run at the thrift store has given you plenty to work with. You ended up with explosively colored outfits for both of you, although they were more loosely inspired than exact replicas. After all, this is Greek life, you have to amp up the sex appeal for both of your costumes.

For yourself, this means that instead of wearing Barbie’s electric blue jumpsuit, you are wearing a bright turquoise bodysuit with a deep plunging neckline that divides your bust in two and goes all the way to your midriff, fortunately keeping your navel concealed even as it dips dangerously low. The pink belt that goes around Barbie’s waist is instead a hot pink belted choker around your neck but you are rocking the green, white, pink, and blue 80s inspired leg warmers she was wearing as well as patent leather stiletto pumps in the same pink as your collar. Your look is finished off with a wild blue smokey eye and iridescent pale pink lips, and after you are done with your makeup, you struggle to make your synthetic blond wig not look completely awful on your head.

As you leave for Pi Beta Phi, you grab your purse, keys, and phone but a quick step outside reveals that the weather has gone unexpectedly chilly, making you rush back to the apartment and grab the first piece of outerwear you see – which happens to be Jimin’s oversized light colored denim jacket he left in your apartment two weeks ago.

It’s probably for the best that you’re wearing the jacket, you think to yourself as you wobbly make your way across the hilly sidewalks that lead to Greek row in your stiletto heels. Your entire ass is out in the leotard-esque bodysuit and had you not been wearing a coat, the boys walking behind you surely would’ve gotten quite the show all the way uphill.

At the house, your sisters are busily running around making sure everything is perfect and ready for the party. They have made Pi Phi manor look great, although it leans towards the glitzy and glam side of decorations rather than the cute and spooky side. Black and orange is prominent throughout the entire house however, with the grand staircase railing done up with black poofy garlands and glittery orange streamers. You sign yourself and Jimin for the costume contest and then grab a red solo cup of apple cider – non-alcoholic since sororities aren't allowed to serve substances on their grounds, thanks to a decidedly sexist rule that never gets changed no matter how many elections pass – before heading back outside to watch the costumed guests walk up.

Your sisters and their guests are hanging around the cute little games that were set up on the grass. There’s a beanbag toss where the bags are all white and decorated with the faces of various mischievous ghosts as well as a cider bottle toss. You know that your boyfriend will get excited by the pumpkin smash station so you pointedly walk far away from it to the other side of the lawn where you see a couple of your friends surrounding the giant tin containers that have been set up for apple bobbing. Jimin’s fraternity brothers Seokjin and Namjoon are on their knees, since the basins are too low for their tall statures, while Namjoon’s girlfriend cheers for them as Jungkook simultaneously jeers them on.

Seokjin is dressed in a sailor costume that leaves little to the imagination. He has a peaked captain’s cap placed jauntily on his dark brown hair while his slutty outfit consists of white suspenders strapped onto navy skin clinging short shorts. A white and navy striped sailor collar hangs over his Pacific Ocean wide shoulders that ties in the front with the two floppy end pieces bouncing against his pecs from any sudden movements. Apparently, you were mistaken when you had thought that his nautical nod for the night meant that he would be a sexy merman. Seokjin seems to prefer a slutty sailor. His hands are clasped behind his back as he bends down to bite down on an apple.

Namjoon on the other hand is fully prepared for the costume contest in a TV accurate depiction of Khal Drogo. You don’t doubt for a second that it was his girlfriend’s idea as the brown girl is dressed as Daenerys Targaryen and looks picture perfect as the mother of dragons with her freshly bleached hair. She keeps rubbing her hands over Namjoon’s bare shoulders and back as the male bobs for his own apple, all while keeping the lookout for Jungkook with narrowed eyes since the male seems dead set on shoving one of his hyungs’ heads underwater.

Just as Jungkook nudges Seokjin into the steel bucket of water with his knee, you hear someone shout your name. You look towards the sidewalk where Jimin’s walking up, looking like the perfect Ken from Toy Story 3 and you immediately dart away from your friends to jump into his arms.

“Jimin,” you hum, kissing his cheek as your arms tighten around his neck. The male strengthens the hold he has on your thighs, holding you more securely against him as he walks the two of you back to the apple bobbing crew.

“Y/N, what is your costume?” he asks while perplexedly scrunching his slightly pinkened face up, flushed from the biting cold air of the autumn night, as he easily sets you down and looks at the denim jacket swallowing your frame and the blonde wig that seems strangely out of place, “Now I’m even less sure of who I’m meant to be.”

You stare at Jimin. He’s wearing the brightly colored abstract print shirt completely open, letting you stare at his sunkissed rock hard abdominal muscles as well as the platinum bars that decorated his pecs. You sneakily stretch your hand forward so that you can possessively press your palm against his Nevermind tattoo and he snorts, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you close to him. Your eyes make their way from his face to his neck where he haphazardly tied the blue bandana you got for him, the shade matching the exact color of your bodysuit. You untie it and redo it for him in a perfect Ascot knot.

“You’re Ken from Toy Story 3,” you explain, “It was hard finding the right shirt though,” you pout cutely at him.

Jimin tucks his hands into the small pockets of the light blue shorts he is wearing, cuffed to be even shorter. You forgot to account for how bootylicious Jimin is or how thick his thighs are because the cloth is tighter than you anticipated, clinging to his lower half like a second skin. You frown, biting your lip, no one better stare at his ass, suddenly possessed by jealousy. This peach is for your viewing pleasure only.

“Barbie doesn’t dress like that,” Jimin nods at his jacket, clearly indicating that he wants you to take it off so he can see what you’ve got on underneath.

“I was cold,” you defend yourself, but you slip off the outerwear and give it to the male to hold onto.

Jimin narrows his eyes as he walks around you to get the full 360° view, taking his chance to smack your ass lightly when he’s behind you. “You can put the coat back on if you’re cold,” he says nicely, sounding chivalrous though you know it’s more likely because he is just as possessive of your ass as you are of his, and both of your cheeks are practically hanging out due to the high cut of the leotard.

“Nice costume, hyung,” Jungkook nods in Jimin’s direction, handing him off an apple he clearly swiped from the game.

“Thanks,” Jimin snorts, putting the apple into your pocket instead of having it rest against his warm thighs in his shorts’ pockets. “What the hell are you supposed to be?”

Jungkook is shirtless and wearing a pair of crimson colored hot pants. You don’t have a damn clue what he is meant to be either. “The devil.”

“Where are your horns,” you scoff, crossing your arms as you narrow your eyes at him, very visibly and judgmentally looking him up and down, unimpressed by his lack of effort.

At that Jungkook’s eyes widen as he frantically pats the top of his curly black locks, “Shit, Sooyeon is gonna kill me.” And with that the male disappears into the fray, heading back into the sorority house to find the headpiece to his costume.

Jimin smiles, rocking back and forth on his feet, “I saw a jar of candy corn. If I guess the amount in it correctly or get the closest to it, I get to keep the jar.”

“Jimin, you hate candy corn,” you complain as you take his hand and allow him to pull you through the party so that you guys can walk around and see all the attractions.

“I could donate it. Or,” your boyfriend pauses, lower lip getting bitten as his brows become furrowed, “Halloween’s actually on Sunday. I could give it to the trick or treaters.”

“Children come by to the frat to get candy?!” you shriek, aghast at the thought. Those poor kids, getting scarred for life. The thought of them witnessing the shenanigans that Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook get up to has you distressed.

“Actually, we have a little event we do at the local elementary school. We play games. They show a PG-rated spooky movie in the auditorium and there’s little goodie bags we made earlier this week with individually wrapped candy and ghost and pumpkin stickers,” Jimin rambles, his cheeks going up and his eyes getting all squinty as he excitedly explains to you.

A soft smile overtakes your face as well, “That’s really sweet, Jimin, but what if you don’t end up doing anything with the candy corn because you forget? Wish it were jelly beans. Or even gummy worms.”

“I would do so well, though,” he grumbles, running a veiny hand through his silver locks, pushing the strands back and off of his forehead, “I’d win.”

“I know you would. You’re really good at estimating, but since we both know you’d win... Do we really need a 6 pound jar of waxy corn syrup flavored junk?”

“Disgusting,” mutters Jimin, and then he gently swings your attached arms back and forth as you both go deeper into the fray.

There’s a Quidditch themed butterbeer pong game that you’re pretty sure has been illegally set up, that you and Jimin spend most of your time at, drinking the disgusting butterscotch flavored soda – when you’re not at the snacks table eating the Southern bbq your sorority had catered, as well as all the sickeningly sweet seasonally appropriate desserts your sisters had either baked or bought.

Slightly sluggish from your full tummies, you guys finally go up to the cute little section inside the front entrance to the house where the formerly giant open space has been turned into a little stage with seats for the audience wishing to watch the costume party. Your Pi Beta Phi president, Sariya, is waving her little bedazzled orange and purple gavel like she thinks she’s a judge requesting order in the courtroom. You and Jimin speed walk your ways to getting seats in the far back, where you can make a quick escape if necessary.

You guys make it through several of the costumes, the highlights being Jisoo, Lisa, Jennie, and Rosé being dressed up as the teletubbies; Namjoon and his girlfriend providing steep competition as a Dothraki and Daenerys although you don’t think they’re going to win since pretty much everyone hated the last season of “Game of Thrones;” and several groups and couples embarrassingly dressing like characters from the ever popular Squid Game which is 2021’s version of how literally every couple dressed like Harley Quinn and the Joker from “Suicide Squad” in 2016. Then, it’s finally time for you and Jimin to hit the stage. You pull off the denim jacket and put it on a chair off to the side of the stage before you rush to catch up to your boyfriend and walk on stage with him hand in hand.

Your sorority’s chapter president announces that the two of you are dressed up as Barbara “Barbie” Roberts and Kenneth Carson as the two of you spin around and do little twirls to let everyone see your costumes from all angles. This is met with a second of split silence since no one knows the iconic Mattel couple’s full names but then she continues to tack on, “Barbie and Ken from Toy Story 3!” At that the audience is wracked with cheers since the third movie has always been the fan favorite out of the franchise. Though it could have easily been just as likely that they were screaming at how much skin you and Jimin were both revealing. The two of you skip off the stage feeling pretty secure about your victory since the cheers for you two were the loudest they’ve been all night.

“I think it helps that you have such nice muscles and proportions, you look like the perfect male,” you smirk as you feel your way up Jimin’s chest, smoothing your palm over his abs and flicking one of his nipples. Your/Jimin’s jacket is hanging in the crook of your other arm, you’re reluctant to put it back on until after your victory lap from being announced as the winners.

Jimin immediately grabs you by the wrist after the nip flick, “Don’t do that,” he reprimands gently and then he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder and trapping your arms under his embrace so your sly hands can’t feel him up some more. He has the two of you facing the stage as Jungkook and his girlfriend Sooyeon take the stage. Jungkook’s in the aforementioned bright red booty shorts but has somehow managed to find his devil horns and is using a red silicone spatula as a pitchfork. His girlfriend is dressed in a white lace babydoll nightie from Victoria’s secret and has a fuzzy white halo on, though her wings are nowhere to be seen.

“Who would vote for that,” scoffs Seokjin, materializing next to you two from out of nowhere, making Jimin let out a surprised shriek that he attempts to conceal by turning it into a deep grunt. “He stole that spatula from our kitchen.”

Yeah, all of you are judging their costumes hard. It’s easily the outfits where the least amount of effort was made. Every single person dressed as a Squid Game character looks better than them. Unlike you and Seokjin, who are embroiled in a heavy discussion of Halloween costumes, Jimin is distracted as he contemplates how to get snacks and get back to you before the announcement is made. When his perusal of the space makes his eyes catch on two gentlemen looking you up and down, their gazes trapped to your chest, he immediately makes you put the jacket back on. You smile at him thanking him, because God, there’s nothing worse than creepy unwanted attention. Like, why can’t men ever let you be a baddie in peace?

When the winner gets announced ten minutes later as Jungkook and Sooyeon, you start screeching and attempt to run up to the stage to fight the judges. Jimin, knowing what would happen if you lost, grabs a hold of you and hugs you to his chest as you kick and squirm. When you break a hold of Jimin’s grasp to lodge the apple from Jungkook that had remained in your jacket pocket this entire time at the aforementioned male, Jimin grabs onto you again, tightening his arms around you and locking you against him even harder. Beside you two, Namjoon is similarly enraged, having found the group with his girlfriend after the announcements were made. He says it screams rigged since Sooyeon is the chapter vice president, and his girlfriend lets him rant to her though it’s clear from the way she’s undressing his already half naked body with her eyes, she’s not listening to a word he’s saying.

As you glare at Jungkook, giving him a stink eye from where he’s accepting the dumb little trophy on stage, Jimin takes the chance to hike you up over his shoulder as he carries you away from the sorority. He keeps dragging your jacket down to cover your cute butt from where it is beside his head, not only because it distracts him while he’s walking but also because he doesn’t want any other perverts looking at it. Jimin is the only pervert that’s allowed to openly fawn over you.

You let him carry you this way halfway down the street before you start squirming and tell him you can walk by yourself. The male hesitantly lowers you beside him, watching you with narrowed eyes as you stalk forward, growling under your breath about stupid nepotism and how you could never hold a more important role at your sorority because you weren’t a legacy Pi Phi, wishing you had a dozen more apples you could aim at Jungkook and Sooyeon’s heads.

“Hey,” Jimin protests as he runs ahead to catch up to you, “Community outreach chair is very important too, Y/N. Don’t undersell yourself just because Sooyeon got all her friends to vote for her.”

“It’s not fair, Jimin—” you cut yourself off, clearly holding back the meaner things you wanted to say. Instead, you change the subject, “Are we really going to the haunted house, Jimin? Last year you abandoned me in a corn maze.”

“I didn’t abandon you,” Jimin argues immediately, still disagreeing with you a year later, his brown eyes glinting as he rolls them at you, “You got lost… in a maze… because it’s a maze. They’re designed that way.”

“You let go of my hand,” you pout, your lower lip quivering, the pale sparkly lipstick making it look like your mouth is covered in fairy dust.“You left me. I still have nightmares. I found a random ass crop circle. I was literally seconds away from being abducted by aliens,” You declare dramatically before then crossing your arms, frowning deeply though you don’t change paths and continue to walk in the direction of his fraternity.

“I won’t do that this time, Y/N, I promise. And this is just a basic frat run haunted house. It won't be anything like Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios. Hobi hyung and Yoongi hyung got dragged into playing the role of the scarers. Hobi hyung is dressed as Edward Scissorhands but honestly, do you really think he is the type of person who is good at scaring others?” Jimin has to admit he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from snorting the second you mentioned the crop circle and aliens. You are literally the most paranoid person he knows. Even worse than Hobi hyung although he knows you’ll disagree.

You furrow your brows, they got the resident scaredy cat Jung Hoseok to participate in the haunted house? Hoseok’s fear tolerance is much lower than yours. Last year, you and he ended up alone in Jimin’s apartment while Jimin went downstairs to pick up the pizza delivery and Hoseok ended up screaming his head off when the two of you saw a giant spider on the ceiling. He demanded that as his junior, you kill the creature – which you tried, but it only resulted in failure. After all, Jimin is the one that kills bugs in your relationship. When Jimin came back into the apartment, half of it was burned down from the two of your attempts. Well… not really, but you are exaggerating to make a point.

“Come on, Y/N, one quick run through the house and then we can go to my room on the next floor. I bought you snacks and we can watch Nightmare Before Christmas together,” he suggests biting down on his lip.

“Fine,” you whine, stomping with one of your pink leather encased feet, “But this time, no letting go of me!” And with that you speedily shuffle into Jimin’s arms and make him awkwardly walk with you the rest of the way since it felt like you two were practically conjoined with how close you remain to him the entire time.

“It’s going to be fun, Y/N,” Jimin murmurs as he takes out the tickets he got for you two earlier in the evening and hands them off to Taehyung who is manning the entrance as the clown from It. He has a face full of white makeup on and had even drawn on Pennywise’s terrifying red smile with the crimson paint running through his cheeks to cut right across his eyes and go into his forehead in two curvy lines from the end of his smile. The male had teased his blond hair into the shape of the dancing clown’s iconic hair before spraying with temporary orange hair chalk.

“For you,” you grumble, pointedly stepping around Jimin to his other side to avoid Taehyung and his unnerving costume, “But as long as you play the role of my dashing protective knight in shining armor, I shall try to persist.”

Beta Tau Sigma is the first male fraternity that was founded in your university. Though their massive mansion gets major renovations every five to ten years, the Victorian structure was built in the 1800s. So when the boys convert it into a spooky haunt, it is successfully terrifying.

From the moment you step in, fog clouds the interior, making you clamber to Jimin’s side, pressing into him when you can’t see more than five feet ahead of you clearly. To your utter dismay, the frat’s brothers have taken advantage of the location’s history and how it houses so many young individuals and made that the central theme for night. It is designed like a cross between an asylum and a school for troubled minds and Yoongi leaps out scaring the living shit out of you three minutes into your traipse through the first floor, dressed up as Hannibal Lector in his bright orange prison garb and tiger-esque hockey mask.

Jimin is, of course, unfazed. He stares at Yoongi with a wry lopsided smirk gracing his lips before striking a conversation with his hyung. You try to justify your reaction, and Jimin’s lack thereof, by convincing yourself that your boyfriend didn’t react because he already saw Yoongi today in his costume and you hadn’t, so your jump, followed by the screech that had you ducking your head into Jimin’s chest, was a reasonable reaction.

“Do you think I would be less scared if I closed my eyes and had you blindly direct me through this place?” you ask, seriously considering it, quickly flapping your shimmery blue lids shut.

“Don’t do that, Y/N, it’ll make the music seem even louder to you,” Jimin warns, as he gently pushes you forward so that the two of you can now make it up the stairs to the second floor.

Your neck hairs stand at his words as goosebumps take over your entire body. Now that Jimin has mentioned the music, you can hear the eerie Tethered remix of “I Got 5 On It” as it finishes off and is replaced with a creepy instrumental remix of Melanie Martinez’s “Carousel” as though the playlist is blasting in your ears, attacking your eardrums. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But, Jimin! I hate this,” you cry out, sharply snapping your eyes open, before you gingerly make your way up the stairs.

Each step is covered with fake cobwebs and as you move your legs the giant spider and snake decorations on the banisters and railings start to move, activated by motion sensors and making weird broken noises. It’s definitely not the scariest part of this entire thing but you flinch every time a fuzzy pincer or a plastic reptilian tail brushes against you and you find yourself dashing through the rest of the stairs though Jimin hurriedly calls out for you to wait for him.

At the landing for the next floor, you wait for your boyfriend and when he finally slings an arm around your shoulders, the two of you take off again. This floor has bedrooms, though, and some of the brothers that live on it have given up their spaces to be used as miniature themed scare rooms, though not every door is open and available for the public to walk into. You and Jimin make your way through one of them that has been set up to look like a medical operating room as well as another set up like a bedroom with screaming frat members strapped into beds with metal frames that try to grab you as you wake by them before the trouble starts.

Later, Jimin will say he told you not to move and wait for him while you will argue with him that you heard him say nothing so you moved on like everything was fine and dandy. You’re in a room that looks like an abandoned classroom or something of the sort when things go awry. You won’t be able to appreciate how they converted the study room until months later because you receive the worst fright of your life there.

As you make your way through the desks towards the whiteboard at the front, the lights flicker before turning off completely and then the room, that’s already cold from the air conditioning blasting throughout the entire fraternity, begins to fill with fog. When the lights turn back on five seconds later, you blink, seeing dark spots from the abrupt brightness. As your eyes focus, you let out an earth shattering scream when you notice that there are two grown ass men who are much taller and bigger than you dressed like the Grady Twins from The Shining, brown shoulder length wigs, light blue dresses, white stockings and all, standing two feet away from you looking both incredibly imposing and impossibly threatening.

You fall to the ground and let yourself crumble into a ball, wrapping your arms around your legs as you press your shiny cobalt eye-shadowed eyelids against your icy knees. Jimin bursts into the room a minute later, following the sound of your shriek and immediately drops down on the ground next to you to wrap his arms around you and hugs you to his chest, squishing your face, the part that's not pressed against your knees, against his shoulder. He cradles your head into him as he brushes his hand over your hair several times soothingly.

You can hear him gruffly asking Soobin and Yeonjun to take five and vacate the room. The underclassmen readily do so since Jimin is a vice president of the chapter this year. Unlike your sorority, which has one president and vice president and then several chairs, Jimin’s fraternity has three vice presidents since it has a much larger student body. Namjoon’s the president, of course, while Yoongi is the external vice president with Hoseok dealing with internal affairs. Jimin is the member development vice president and since rush is over, his workload is a little lighter than the other heads’ at the moment.

“Y/N, I told you not to leave me,” he chastises as he somehow manages to pick you up from the ground and carry you as you wrap yourself around his body like a koala, clinging to his front. You burrow your nose, which feels like an icicle, into his collarbone as you tighten your arms around his neck like a noose. Your boyfriend, feeling horrible about your scare, ignores the discomfort that comes from the frosty contact of your skin against his.

As Jimin grasps your thighs more securely, you cross your legs even more tightly over his hips, “You didn’t tell me anything! I thought you were with me the entire time,” you cry out. You have no idea how your mascara and eyeliner are holding up but you hope they keep their waterproof promise as you start to sob again.

He brushes a kiss across the top of your head before he unexpectedly rushes to spit out a plastic strand of hair out of his mouth, having forgotten that you were wearing a wig since it was so dark inside the mansion. “Y/N, I don’t want to play the blame game with you when you’re in distress but, sweetheart, you walked away from me in the corn maze too. Y/N, if I’m going to be holding your hand the entire way through so you don’t get scared, you can’t let go of my hand and then blame me when you get frightened later on,” he harps softly, trying to keep condemnation out of his voice.

You pause your crying to protest, “You let go of my hand!” You still haven’t quite regained your senses and you keep attacking Jimin, whether validly or not… who’s to say? One thing’s for sure: the shock from your fear is keeping you from reacting rationally.

“Y/N, I told you I was going to tie my shoes and to not move, didn’t you hear me?” he asks, walking through the rest of the attractions without any harassment from the scarers. He’s guessing that Soobin and Yeonjun told them to leave the two of you alone, or the sight of Jimin carrying his obviously distressed girlfriend throughout the second floor has the other scarers giving you two a wide breadth. Hoseok even walks in the opposite direction with his cool scissor hands as he sees Jimin going for the next flight of stairs to the floor that has his bedroom.

“I didn’t hear anything, baby,” you mumble honestly, biting on your lip again, the soft waxy pink from your lipstick having long been worn off, “I swear.”

Jimin squeezes you around the middle, “Maybe it was just a misunderstanding,” he seems willing to let it go. He obviously doesn’t want to spend the rest of the night arguing with you.

Though it would have been infinitely easier for him to get his keycard out and open his dorm door if he put you down, Jimin lets you cling to him and one handedly hunts for the card in his wallet and then pushes the door open wide with his back, allowing the two of you to enter.

“I’m gonna set you down on my bed and change out of this costume okay, Y/N?” he asks, “Just because the costume party and this didn’t go as planned doesn’t mean we have to end the night on a bad note, yeah? Take off your shoes and wig, baby, and put Disney+ on. I’m going to get the snacks I bought yesterday out.”

You stare at Jimin, forgetting to do as he’s told you as you gaze enraptured by his handsomeness and natural charisma. As you watch Jimin peel off his multicolored shirt and shorts to abandon them in favor of a pair of black sweats, he mischievously smirks at you, playfully winking and giving a little strip tease which then shifts to him dragging his hand down his bare abdomen as he cutely yet sexily performs a hip roll for you which ends with a violent hip thrust that makes it clear that even with how cold it’s been tonight, the male is already at half-mast and still growing, his arousal undeterred by the chill.

The light smile that has been gracing your face disappears when Jimin sinks to his knees before you to pull your pink leather pumps off and you unexpectedly find yourself bursting into tears, distraught from the immense kindness and care Jimin has shown you tonight. This results in your boyfriend looking sharply up at you in abrupt alarm, puppy eyes widened as a look of deep concern takes over his entire face.

Jimin wiggles his way in between your legs, standing on his knees which make him basically the same height as you even with you sitting on his bed which is much higher. His hands, a little red from earlier outside, are freezing as they palm your cheeks and swipe both of his thumbs under your eyes at the same time to wipe away the fallen tears.

“Y/N, you need to tell me what’s wrong, right now,” your boyfriend stresses as he worries his bottom lip with his teeth, his crooked tooth digging into the plump flesh. As he pulls your blond wig off your hair he continues, “Baby, you’ve been off all day and it’s been getting worse and worse. You’re crying. What is it? Did I break a boundary in the haunted house? You wouldn’t cry over not winning a contest, right?”

You pull the wig cap off your darker natural hair, undoing the bun and finger-combing through it. Your bottom lip quivers as you pointedly look away from Jimin. How can you tell him? It’s your burden, not his. But how can you not tell him? It’s been eating you up inside, keeping it all to yourself.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you confess, pulling Jimin’s hands off you to bury your face in your own as you sob loudly behind your palms. Even as your eyes leak with salty tears you’re unable to control, you know that Jimin’s probably looking at you in bewilderment and possibly a little frustration that he can’t fix this for you since you still haven’t told him what’s wrong. You wish you had a makeup wipe to rub off all the makeup on your face that’s getting muddled from your tears.

“Do what? That sounds like something you say to someone when you want to break up,” he angrily spits out.

That makes you peek out from behind the darkness and protection of your hands. You look at your boyfriend and he looks livid. He looks like you have completely blindsided him and as though he immensely resents you for it. His thick eyebrows are furrowed low and his plump rose colored lips are pressed into thin white lines. His eyes are tinged with red and watery as they hold in unshed tears and glare at you with hard brown irises full of indignation. He has his arms crossed over his bare chest as he backs away from you, standing stiffly as he stares you down and you already know he’s closing up and getting his guard up. Soon, he won’t listen to a word you say.

Shit. No. NO NO NO. You’re panicking immediately, your hand coming up to your mouth but you instantly force it aside, knowing you can’t bite your nails anxiously when your relationship is falling apart right before your eyes.

“Jimin, no—Jimin, I wouldn’t,” you stammer hurriedly, tripping over your words in your rush to get them out fast enough while Jimin still is open to hearing you out.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why did you have to stumble over your words like this? You can’t even talk properly, you think in disgust. You tried to blurt out your words fast enough so Jimin’s mood doesn’t darken over the heavy misunderstanding even more, but you can’t even speak.

NO! This can’t be happening to you two right now.

Finally you just scream out, the words frantically being pulled from your throat in your incredible frustration and distraughtness, “Jimin, I’m not breaking up with you. I swear to God. Jimin, I swear on my own fucking life, too!” You sob in anguish, “Jimin, please? Listen to me. I swear—I wasn’t thinking when I said that. Baby, please! This has nothing to do with you. Baby, this is just a miscommunication error—Please?” you implore, gulping and gasping in between every inconsolable plea, “I can’t lose you.”

“Tell me right now, Y/N,” Jimin spits out. His words are so hard they pierce through your heart like ice. He’s closing off, you despair. “I am so sick of today, Y/N. Maybe it’s gone on for even longer. I don’t like this month. We can’t continue like this.”

You ignore the anger that prickles through you. It’s not as though this is your fault entirely. He’s the one who is rude to you when you reach out. Maybe you’re more mad about him saying earlier that he didn’t want to talk than you thought. But this isn’t the moment for that fight. You need to rein in your temper and tell him what’s been eating you up inside. That thing with Jimin? It could be dealt with at another time.

You exhale shakily. It’s loud and uneven but you manage to get in and out a few more pulls of air before you attempt to talk to him. He stares at you stonily from where he’s perched against his wooden dresser the entire time. How has the night gone so wrong? Oh right—you ruined everything.

“This is humiliating, but. God, Jimin. I had to drop my Chemistry course. I was failing it,” you bitterly bite out, wiping away angry tears, “But it was far enough along in the semester that I couldn’t just drop it and enroll myself into another class to replace the units. And then I got a call from the financial aid office that this would drop my standing from a full-time to a part-time student this semester and I would have to pay them back part of my aid since they had disbursed it already, but part time students receive less money than full time students.

“And I thought it would be fine because, you know... I dropped a class and I suddenly opened my schedule up for more shifts and a second job.

“But God. My landlord increased our rent starting from October because he only lets us pay month to month in that stupid building and not have yearly leases. I never saw that as a problem before when I used to think it meant I could leave at any moment but... Pi Phi has gotten so fucking expensive too.”

You clamp down hard on your lips tasting wax and something vanilla-y from the remnants of your lipstick. As you think about Pi Phi, you are suddenly filled with a blistering rage. It causes you to growl out, “And I hate the stupid sorority, Jimin! They keep asking more and more out of me in every single way. They not only want my money but they want my time. My fucking blood, sweat, and tears.

“WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR A MEAL PLAN AT THE PI PHI HOUSE WHEN I DON’T EVEN LIVE THERE OR EAT THERE?” you suddenly lose even more of your cool, screaming about it for the first time. Finally able to unload your frustration at the events that have upended your entire life, “For the monthly chapter dinners??” you hiss and then venomously bite out, “Why aren’t the chapter events paid for with what they take from us in the form of dues already?!” It’s obvious you think you’re being swindled.

“I don’t have time either, Jimin. I picked up so many extra shifts for everything since I was low on cash after paying back the university. My grades have even started to suffer. What am I supposed to do? I’m trapped in this stupid sorority. I can’t leave or my children and I will be blacklisted from Pi Phi forever. I won’t have the damn connections I spent the last three years building when I start job hunting. And I already spent all that money and it’s gone down the drain if I leave.” you lividly brush away the tears that fall from your eyes, immensely chagrined at your delicate emotions and how you seem to be spilling tears at the drop of a hat, unable to control them.

“But, Jimin... I might be fucking homeless too if I can’t pick up shifts because of Pi Phi obligations. What am I supposed to do?”

Jimin rushes to you, basically tackling you as he wraps his arms around you and the two of you fall back onto the bed. Your hair is a dark halo around your head as Jimin squishes you into the mattress. “Y/N? My lovely Y/N. My precious angelic Y/N. My darling sweet Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” he murmurs as he brushes soft kisses all over your face as he overwhelms you with tender compliments to make up for earlier when he mistakenly accused you of attempting to break up with him.

“I don’t want handouts from you, Jimin,” you fiercely protest, your eyes still glittering from unshed liquid, “I know you. You can’t stand it when someone you love or care about is going through something terrible. You want to fix it immediately, You’re a problem solver but I’m not your damsel in distress, Jimin. This isn’t your burden to carry or your problem to solve.”

Jimin just smiles at you lightly, evidently your boyfriend feels incredibly terrible about his outburst earlier that had led to his unfounded accusations. He also smiles in an attempt to control his anger, since it shouldn’t be entirely directed at you anyways, so it comes out a little rough and toothy, “It’s okay to ask for help, Y/N. You might not be my damsel in distress to save but no one said you had to slay all your dragons by yourself.”

“I don’t want your money Jimin,” you push against his shoulder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his dumb muscled frame doesn’t move an inch. Why is he so strong and solid? You’re no longer appreciative of how he can cart you along without breaking a sweat.

“I wasn’t going to give you money but I do have an idea,” he admits, tightening his arms around you as he rolls the two of you around so he’s no longer suffocating you underneath him. You struggle against his hold but are unsuccessful at loosening it even though your chances of escape should have increased since you are no longer buried underneath him. Quickly, you give up and flop back onto him, resting your head on his hard pectoral muscles. You can hear his heartbeat and it feels terribly intimate, making you struggle once more restlessly. You can’t stand this overwhelming downpour of love and acceptance from Jimin when you’ve treated him like shit today and continuously implied that he had a tendency to ditch you in scary situations.

“No ideas. I can do it by myself,” you protest stubbornly, lightly banging your head against the smooth silken expanse of his chest. You eye the tanned surface with narrowed eyes and contemplate whether you should bite him to show your ire, leaving a crescent of teeth marks on one of his generously endowed pectorals. You will that urge away and sigh.

“But you don’t have to,” Jimin cheerfully sings, with your eyes snapped shut against his warm skin you can’t see his face, but you have no doubt that he’s smiling widely at the moment. “Clearly, you can’t manage the stress.”

“Don’t, Jimin,” you warn, turning your head to the side so your lips are right by a tender nipple before taking it between your teeth, rolling the nub between it and biting down roughly. Evidently, you don’t have remarkable restraint. “I’ll hate you forever.”

“That’s an interesting dilemma you’re presenting me,” Jimin grins through the pain though you felt his full body wince and the way his body flinched away from you when you bit him, making you smirk deviously. His voice takes on the same tone as when he makes you listen to the stupid shit his Philosophy professor makes them argue about which then results in Jimin forcing you to counteract all of his arguments before the debates in class. “I don’t think you’ll hate me for what I’m going to suggest. But you know what, Y/N? If I ever had the opportunity to save you from ruin but it would result in you resenting me, I think I would still do it. I love you too much to let you live in misery.”

“I’m only in misery when I don’t have you, Jimin,” you disagree, pouting, “Everything else doesn’t matter.”

“Great,” Jimin grins, smacking a loud kiss against your lips, taking advantage of how enticing your puckered up lips look, rubbing off the remnants of your lipstick even more, “You’re gonna love my suggestion.”

“Ugh,” you groan in defeat, “Fine, let's hear it.”

“Let me move in with you.”

“Absolutely not!” you immediately protest, slapping a beefy bicep, and then pinching it lightly because that’s a dumb idea. No. He’s not moving in with you.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “Oh, come on. I spend more time at your apartment than my frat because you can’t fall asleep when you’re alone. You think someone is going to break in and murder you. You desperately need a roommate, or a better long term solution, and who is better than the guy who already spends so much time at your place that he should’ve probably started paying rent all the way back to August? Y/N, you spend so much money buying groceries that I end up finishing because you feel bad for making me spend nights with you that you feel like you have to pay me in ‘dinner and sex.’ Which, by the way, I don’t need constant food and sex, Y/N. I mean it’s nice but you’re not obligated to fulfill both those needs every time I’m at your place.”

“Jimin, you already paid for the entire year at your frat. You’re the vice president. You need to stay on deck at all times. You’re so important to Beta Tau,” you were not going to let Jimin waste money on an empty dorm. You knew how expensive Panhellenic housing was. Jimin probably paid for an exorbitantly expensive meal plan too. You ignore the comments about the food and the sex. You and Jimin cannot last more than five days without touching each other. Also, despite what Jimin says, he fully believes that you make the best Korean food out of anyone he knows at university. He’d probably wither and die if he had to live without your cooking since his diet otherwise consists solely of greasy takeout and energy drinks.

“First of all I’m a vice president not the vice president. Also, officers actually get free housing. That’s why the elections are so stiff every year. It’s the same reason that most of us decide to stay here instead of getting an apartment. We’re not being forced to stay and there’s no evil landlords trying to hike rent up illegally. Besides, it’s likely that a sophomore is going to be praising God the second he gets notified he got taken off the housing waitlist because a room just opened up. And it’s a single! Only officers get singles. Let me make that guy’s entire year, Y/N.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” you shyly mumble, looking down at Jimin’s chest and the glittering jewelry on his nipples to avoid eye contact.

“Mmhmm,” Jimin agrees, placing two fingers under your jaw and tilting your face up, “Let me help you,” he whispers across your lips before pressing them against his own.

You break apart from the languid kiss to gasp softly, your breathing still raggedly from your crying earlier, and finally concede, “Okay.”

And just like that. It’s like a switch has been flipped. Now that your boyfriend is under the understanding that he has just fixed everything, caring thoughtful Jimin goes away as horny wicked Jimin takes his place.

The look Jimin casts over your entire body as his darkened brown eyes nonchalantly track their way down is diabolical. He has no idea how your body suit is staying attached to your chest when its cut down the middle to your navel and he immediately has both of his hands going up to your breasts to cup them – his fingers slipping into your bodice, gripping onto the sparkly blue cloth before he roughly pulls them off the soft mounds. You glare at him as the sticky tape you used to keep the cups in position gets pulled off your body, leaving red marks on your skin where the adhesive had been.

Jimin ducks his head down, nosing your puffy nipples that begin to tighten once exposed to the chilly air, in apology. As his nose brushes against the sensitive nubs, hardening them, his mouth seeks those agitated red patches of skin, swiping fat strokes with his tongue over them, massaging in wet circles with its tip, as he sloppily layers them in his spit, soothing the flesh before puckering his lips around the sore areas, sucking on them until the marks darken into more vivid reds and purples, sometimes even adding the sharp bite of his teeth to deepen their permanence. He kisses all around your breasts, leaving marks from all over, even on the valley in between – almost as though he wants to make sure you can’t wear anything low cut or this daring without everyone seeing how you are his like he is yours.

You rake your nails down his back when you realize that, scoffing at how he’s still possessive almost three years into your relationship. Jimin looks up at you as he feels your nails dimpling into his skin, a shy but proud lopsided smile on his swollen, fuschia colored lips. He’s so fucking unapologetic. You roll your eyes before you return his grin and it’s only then that he returns his attention to your breasts, finally wrapping his lips around a pebbled peak, gently nipping them before his cheeks hollow out from the force that he’s sucking them, suddenly taken over by desperation. He swathes his tongue over and over the hard nub, before deciding to drag his teeth along the sensitive bud, rolling it between his teeth and then closing down, making you squeal, your head lolling to the side.

His intensity has you losing your mind underneath him. You writhe restlessly beneath Jimin’s body, your limbs spasming while your hips keep surging up, knocking against Jimin’s front frantically, seeking friction in vain. The stupid thick cloth of his dark colored sweatpants don’t let you feel anything but the faint shadow of Jimin’s dick, despite all your frantic bucking.

“Jimin,” you cry out in frustration, “Jimin!” You don’t even know what you want. Do you want him to take his pants off and furiously rut against you through your panties? Or do you want him to stop making you fall apart into pieces with his mouth that doesn’t cease its relentless besiege on your breasts?

Your boyfriend hears you, though, and it has him backing away from your body so he can look down at you to figure out the dimensions of your costume and how the fuck to get that thing off of you so you can be completely nude in his bed. You immediately whimper at the loss of contact. Jimin’s like a furnace and without his body covering you or his hot mouth against your skin, you can now feel the chill in his room which has not been excluded from the icy drafts that the fraternity has blasting through the mansion with the aid of central air conditioning to further the intensity of their haunted house. The entire place is temperature controlled which means the only thing Jimin can do to keep you warm is to wrap his frame around you since both of you are unwilling, at the moment, to put on more layers.

When Jimin finally rips the bright turquoise suit off, you’re left in only your mesh thong – the panties are made up of a diaphanous pink fabric that covers your mound, but lets Jimin see everything underneath as the golden tint to your skin peaks out through the cloth, and is edged with a lime green scalloped ribbon that has a cute little green bow on the center. Jimin can even see how the swath of fabric that’s pressed against your folds is darker from how wet you are, dripping into the material, deepening the color. “I love how you matched your panties to your leg warmers, Y/N. That eager to have sex with me tonight? You already creamed, no oops – screamed, them, and we’ve barely done anything,” Jimin goads, shamelessly staring down at you, his lips curling up devilishly as he can see the visible effect he has on your body.

“I always want to have sex with you,” you shrug blasély, unashamed of your desire and immune to Jimin’s taunts after so many years. He doesn’t embarrass you with how vulgar and descriptive he gets anymore.

But when Jimin starts to pump his fingers through your folds, the incessant speed and fervor has you whimpering to the point that you have to purse your lips in an attempt to conceal them. Jimin’s prodding fingers leave your pussy revealing that it has completely soaked them, making the male hold his hand up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pads of his fingers as he rejoices in your delicious taste.

“Come here, baby,” Jimin hums, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling warmly as he lulls you into a false sense of confidence. His fingers wrap around your smooth, shaven calves, gently dragging your cotton leg warmers down your legs.

In the blink of an eye, before you can even realize what has fully happened, your boyfriend has tied you up with those dumb multicolored striped pieces of fabric to his headboard. Your hands are bound together at the wrists and then closely tied to one of the headposts, limiting your upper range of motion. The most you can do is buck up, your back arching as you struggle and your legs kick about, but then even that motion becomes limited as Jimin straddles your abdomen. He’s up on his knees, his legs on either side of you and then the male pushes his black sweats and the navy boxer briefs he had worn for the party, so that he wouldn’t flash anyone in those tight costume shorts, halfway down his bulging muscled thighs, moving up your body until the pinkened mushroom head of his dick nudges against your lips, wordlessly telling you to part them.

Feeling defiant, you turn your face to the right and the precum that was beading the head of his cock smears against your cheek at the sudden movement. Your entire face heats up at that, a scarlet flush deepening the color of your cheeks, reddening your throat and décolletage.

“Y/N,” Jimin growls lowly, biting harshly down on the inside of his cheek and that’s all it takes for you to reposition your head, though you glare at him before you slowly spread apart your lips and take in just the bulbous tip into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. You suckle it languidly, focusing on just that part for a moment, twirling your tongue around it and sucking it hard, the point of your tongue poking the slit and eagerly lapping up every bit of precum that leaks out.

But soon you get into it, your neck stretching as you eagerly attempt to take in more of his length, hollowing your cheeks as you slide your lips over it. His tip drags against the roof of your mouth and you splutter in frustration around his cock that you can’t move enough to get even more of his length down your throat. At that Jimin moves even more up your chest, his bony knees almost digging into your armpits since your arms are thrown over your head in their tied position, though he carefully keeps himself perched so none of his weight is pressing down on your delicate rib cage. The male leans one of his arms back to rest his weight on his hand which is fisting his sheets, his fingers digging into his mattress while your actions pick up fervor as you eagerly bob your head forward to enthusiastically deep throat him. His other hand blindly reaches behind him in the direction of your folds, traveling down your continuously clenching tummy and pelvis, the delicate digits traversing the tightened muscles to successfully find the opening to your core, his thumb brutally pressing down on your pulsating clit, striving to hurl you towards release as you do the same to him.

His thumb furiously rubs at that sensitive bud while his other fingers roam your folds, two of them breaching your entrance to plunge into your gushing center, thick digits knuckle deep as he multitasks, pumping two of them in and out of you, curling them up with his fingertips brushing against the furled grooves of your walls, his hard fingernails raking against your insides to making you wail in discontent as his thumb keeps building up that pressured assault against your battered clit.

Meanwhile, you’re gagging on his cock as it sits heavily on your tongue, allowing you to feel the protruding vein along the underside, jutting further into your mouth, brushing against the back of your throat, stabbing your tonsils. You curl your tongue upwards, trying to follow the path of the vein with the tip. The ribbed, warm skin of his shaft against your tongue makes you salivate, drool dripping out your lips while you similarly drench yourself down south as a flood of arousal flows through your core.

But after a moment Jimin snarls, “No,” in frustration, his flushed forehead scrunched up as he seeks something more, something that will perhaps yield more satisfaction and result in greater relief, moving off of your body to agitatedly pull at the fabric of his pants, shredding them off completely.

When the male returns to you, completely nude, all warm peach, soft cream and blush pink shades, he decides to straddle you in the opposite direction, facing away from you. He grips your thighs firmly to maneuver your legs in a bent position, his palms feeling rough as they grasp onto the round globes of your ass to lift your pelvis off the bed, making your back arch as your pussy becomes level with Jimin’s mouth so that he can eat you out. He slides backwards after he properly positions you like you’re his feast so that you can once again take his dick in your mouth, allowing the two of you to properly sixty-nine.

Jimin’s cock twitches in your mouth in excitement and you quickly suckle it to keep it from jerking unexpectedly again, slowly teasing it and building up the pressure. As you keep things slow, Jimin shudders against your mons, his breath seeping through the mesh fabric of your thong, falling over your sensitive skin and making you get goosebumps all over. His lips close over your engorged clit through your panties, sucking so hard he wets the material so heavily it becomes transparent. But after a moment he abandons it, using his nose to nudge the cloth aside so that your folds are finally bare before he eagerly sets in. He sloppily licks fat stripes from your clit to your core, jabbing the tip of his tongue into you, nipping at your petaled folds. In his hunger, he doesn’t realize that he is slowly moving away from your mouth until your lips frantically wrap themselves around his mushroom tip, as you struggle to keep him in your mouth, back to only being able to suck on that upper part of his shaft. He grips your thighs even more soundly, slurping at your juices as your thighs quiver and jiggle on either side of his face. He can’t get enough of how you taste, his grunts mingling with your lustful moans and whimpers that pierce through the air. It doesn’t take him long before he successfully catapults you into a powerful climax, your soft thighs trapping his head as they close around it. Jimin ignores the constraint, sniffing at your delicious scent, lapping at your folds until he has successfully slurped up every bit of your orgasm.

When he releases his grip on your ass, no longer holding you up, your legs unbend, falling as you can no longer hold the position on your own due to the current jellylike state of your limbs. He climbs off your body to sit beside you, his back against the headboard as he finally takes off the bindings around your wrists. The second you’re free, you don’t get a chance to do much before you find yourself hauled up by Jimin and dumped on his lap, your still sensitive cunt brushing against his painfully hard dick as your thighs bracket his, making you twitch in his embrace.

You face him, taking in the messed up hair, voluminous and in disarray, the puffy reddened lips, and the coral colored flush that overtakes his skin from his ears to his cheeks to the entirety of his throat. He looks delirious, so terribly fucked out, and when you eagerly seek to touch his plush lips with your own red bitten ones, his eyes close softly, his black eye lashes fluttering closed as he lets out a blissful sigh. The kiss is earnest and gentle, Jimin’s fingers lightly twitching against your chin as they delicately grip it. “I love you,” you hum into the kiss, when you break apart for the smallest of moments, your lips trembling against his.

His heart skips a beat at your sincere declaration, blood surging to both his cheeks and his cock as he becomes even more maddened at those words, filled with an overflowing amount of love and lust for you as they take over his mind and make him lose control. He leans more deeply into the kiss, intensely passing his lips over yours again and again, too restless and greedy to let you part for a second or breath.

You’re his, he’s yours; he will never let you two be anyone else’s. This is forever for him.

“Ride me, Y/N?” he begs, when he finally is able to let you go, comforted by how your arms are wound tightly around his frame. His gray hair is darkened at the roots to a sooty charcoal color from how much he’s sweating even in this freezing room and as you brush it back, away from how they’ve fallen into his eye line, he murmurs, “At least in the beginning. Please, baby.”

You press your hands against his chest, your palms brushing against the rock hard points of his nipples as you lift your ass off his lap. You ask Jimin to help line your folds up with his cock because you’re too busy with your sudden obsession with the furled buds of his dark mauvy brown nipples. You find yourself too busy flicking them and rolling them between your forefinger and thumb, to be bothered to make sure that his cock would enter your opening. Honestly, if Jimin left you to your own devices, distracted as you are by the pretty shiny jewelry adorning his pecs – you would probably just absentmindedly sit down on him, rubbing your pussy against his length, too lazy to make sure he was actually penetrating you with his fat cock, fine with just getting off by humping each other.

You continue to swirl your tongue around the beaded nubs. Jimin hisses and groans when you nudge the metal ends of his piercings with the pointed tip of your tongue. The hardness of the platinum bars brushing against your taste buds seem so at odds with the silkiness of Jimin’s skin and you find yourself moaning as you lick up his chest, your tongue capturing the saltiness of his sweat on it.

Jimin sighs as he continues to let you dart little kitten licks against the hard points of his nipples. It always surprises him just how similar he and you are. You say it’s because he’s a Libra and you’re an Aquarius and that makes you both air signs, but honestly – he doesn’t know. What he does think is that he’s glad you two still get along, even though not only do you both have the same personalities down to a tee, the two of you often blow your lids at the most random things – fortunately, it’s usually not over the same things. But you both are also infatuated with the exact same features on each other, often wanting to perform the exact same sexual act on each other, even if you guys sometimes have to determine an order when it’s not possible to do it simultaneously.

He can’t blame you for wanting to suck his nipples right now when he spent over an hour with his face pressed to your breasts earlier in the afternoon, at one point even motorboating you until you shoved him away rolling your eyes, pretending it wasn’t enjoyable for you at all. This means that he'll happily let you hum against his sweat slickened skin in pleasure as you lick and nibble while he grabs ahold of your shapely hips and makes you slide up and down against his length. When you finally stop your adoration of Jimin’s chest, you sheepishly take back control and increase your speed, enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his dick, using his shoulders to clutch onto.

As the pace picks up momentum, you get sloppier, resulting in his cock dragging against your folds roughly. It makes you mewl mindlessly and Jimin moves his hands away from your hips now that you’ve taken back the reins. Instead, his hands go upwards, fingers knotting themselves into your hair as his palms cradle the back of your head, he gently nudges your head forward with his hands, guiding you towards his lips before you meet them in a desperate kiss that has you both sighing intermittently against each other’s mouth.

It’s taking you more and more effort to lift yourself off his cock and fall down onto it again as your thighs tighten with another approaching orgasm. When Jimin finally notices your struggles, he quickly rolls the two of you around so that he’s on top of you and you’re lying on your back with your legs wrapped high around his waist as he energetically jackhammers into you with tight, lethal snaps of his hips, keeping up a furious pace. His fat, monstrous length pounds into you again and again as you mindlessly rake your nails down his back, struggling to find purchase. He rams his cock into your hole as your walls quiver and tighten around him, reluctant to let him go.

Too enraptured by your beauty as he is full of both love and lust, it’s not enough for Jimin to just stare down at you, maintaining eye contact as he snaps his hips, pistoning into you. No, Jimin has to remain busy, giving you as much pleasure as possible, and so his head ducks low, wetly and messily kissing and biting his way from your throat to the expanse of your chest, littering your smooth skin with even more torrid love bites and hickeys. It’s fortunate that it is sweater weather because there is no way you can wear a bikini top without showing everyone the, at least, twenty impassioned marks that stain your skin as proof of Jimin’s adoration and devotion. His hand also sneaks its way down to increase the intensity, fiercely rubbing your clit to stimulate you. This time when you come, you squirt, drenching Jimin’s bed sheets. And all it takes is you gushing around him from your orgasm for your boyfriend to come powerfully inside you, collapsing onto your frame.

For a long moment, you let Jimin crush your body under his weight, welcoming the closeness and how his skin sticks and clings to yours with how sweaty you both have become. You tighten your legs even further around his hips, keeping his warm cock buried within you for as long as you can, but when it starts to erratically twitch from the overstimulation, you know it’s time for Jimin’s exhausted cock to pull out.

“Shower with me?” Jimin whispers against the shell of your ear, making you shiver. All of your senses are still overwhelmingly heightened after that second orgasm, “We can use up all of the hot water since they turned on the fucking A/C even though it’s almost winter.”

You let Jimin pull you along to the ensuite bathroom, both of you thanking God that he’s an officer who gets several privileges. Jimin lets you remain a little longer in the shower than himself, escaping early since you two couldn’t agree on the temperature. You had wanted it warmer than he did and he could only stand it for so long. You use the time to scrub every bit of Halloween makeup off your skin. As the water runs a bluish gray, you wonder how the fuck Jimin had sex with you when you looked properly fucked out and a right mess with your makeup running all over your face. Surely you could not have looked very pretty. You bite your lip, making yourself blush, but Jimin certainly must’ve thought you did with the way he kept staring at you the entire time. The heat of a thousand suns were behind his eyes as his eyes swept over your body and locked with yours.

When you exit the bathroom, in an oversized fuzzy Beta Tau crewneck that belongs to your boyfriend and one of his thicker pairs of sweats, your hair is blown dry since you didn’t want to drip water onto Jimin’s bed, wetting the sheets, when it was already so cold. Looking over the room, you find that Jimin has changed his bedding so it no longer has the evidence of his cum and your squirting splattering it.

Jimin’s already on top of the new sheets with, what do you know, Toy Story 3 all queued up on Disney+, though you know he takes any and all opportunity to rewatch The Nightmare Before Christmas that he can. The male hurriedly opens his arms out wide for you when he notices that you’re back in the room and you launch yourself into his embrace. Once you’re comfortable with your back pressed against his chest, he covers the two of you with his thick, warm blankets.

“Jimin?” you ask, twirling a flat lock of hair. Unless you style it, your freshly washed hair never has any volume.

“Yes, baby?” he answers dutifully, kissing your forehead. He’s warm and cozy, smelling like orange blossoms and citrus trees, both floral and woody and you love it, inhaling deeply.

“Can you come over on Sunday? I want to eat dinner together with you,” you admit, pulling the sleeves of his crewneck until your fingers are no longer visible and you have sweaterpaws.

“Depends on what you make,” he teases, nudging his nose against yours.

But you don’t realize, answering him seriously with thoughtful consideration to your dinner menu, “I was thinking I could make kimchi jjigae and maybe also dakgalbi?”

“Y/N, I was gonna be there with you regardless,” Jimin murmurs, raking his hand through his hair, pushing back the long straight strands of gunmetal colored hair from falling over his eyes and impeding his vision, “I’ll start moving in from tomorrow but it might be a little hard since I have rehearsal and then the actual showcase in the evening. But I figured I could get a huge chunk done on Sunday. Of course, I’ll eat dinner with my baby.”

“Jimin?”

“Yes, baby?” Jimin giggles before grinning at how you keep hesitantly repeating his name first before just saying whatever you wanted to tell him.

“I love you very much,” you admit, shyly, worrying your teeth over your lips that are covered with Jimin’s cherry chapstick you found on his sink’s counter. It’s not gross to share lip balm when you two are always kissing anyway. At least this way, neither of your lips are ever chapped and flaking.

“I know, baby. I love you, too. I’m sorry about snapping at you on Tuesday when you brought me food,” he confesses, his hands sliding up and down your arms, attempting to increase the friction to warm you up as you curl into his form.

“Oh. No, baby. That’s okay. It’s already forgotten, don't worry about that.”

“Yeah?” Jimin asks, hugging you tightly from the back, burrowing his nose into your hair. It smells like his Aromatica shampoo and you.

“Of course. You were just under a lot of pressure from midterms, baby. Don’t fret.”

“Yeah?” Jimin repeats, quirking his eyebrows playfully, “So you know that I don’t hold anything that happened today against you, right? Let’s just move forward, baby.”

“Oh, I see,” you opine, “This was a trap.”

“Don’t look at it that way,” suggests Jimin, cackling his head off, his cheeks stretched high and his eyes closing in the shape of half moons that are edged with his long dark lashes, “It’s a testament of my love for you.”

“What a forgiving and reasonable boyfriend I have,” you giggle, playing along, knocking your shoulder back into his chest, “He’s probably the best boyfriend to ever exist.”

“He is,” Jimin agrees.

“And I love him so much,” you declare, punctuating your statement with a happy kiss.

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©OPALJM 2021

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Unbroken (KNJ)

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Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Bonsai Grower!Reader 

Summary: After a devastating loss, you go back to what you know best: bonsai. Growing your bonsai business shelters you from having to deal with the pain in your heart until a new client challenges you to journey on the road to recovery. 

Genre: ROMANCE, SMUT, fluffiest FLUFF, emotional PAIN, ANGST, strangers to lovers, from one-night stand to forever. Rating: Explicit. 

Word count: 15k

Smut warnings: Oral [m / f receiving], penetrative, unprotected sex. Breast appreciation. Cock and Cunt appreciation.M x F. Emotional sex. Cream-pie. 

Tag warnings: Strong mentions of infertility, miscarriage, loss. OC is afraid to trust again after a divorce. Namjoon is patient and perfect. Cleft lip terminology. Some religious themes. Adoption. Explicit language. Lots of sad tears and happy tears. FLUFFY HAPPY ENDING. Bad puns. Mentions of snot.

Beta’ed by: the incredible @hobi-gif​ who always makes me a better writer than I really am. Hopie, thank you for your encouragement and wisdom, as always.

Author’s note: November is National Adoption Month in the United States. I recognize that not every adoption story has a happy ending and if that’s your story, I honor you and the challenges you have gone through and overcome. You are stronger than you know. 

There are many stories of adoption though, that have brought happy tears to my eyes. I have friends who’ve intentionally adopted children with non-typical needs that require a lifetime of hospital visits or therapy to give them the best shot at life. Met a sweet couple who adopted an older child because older kids are often looked over by potential adoptive parents. Someone dear to my heart adopted a huge brood of siblings (six!) so that none of the kids had to be separated. Every child I personally know who’s adopted, was longed for, hoped for, and the dear desire of their parents’ hearts. 

To all foster parents, all adoptive parents, parents who have given up their children for adoption, adoptive parents-to-be, I salute you. 

“They may not have my eyes, they may not have my smile, but they have all of my heart.” ~ author unknown

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There is something about bonsai that’s innately comforting. The word itself, which begins with a happy explosion, ends softly with contentment and pleasure. Bonsai. It’s what you’ve known and loved your whole life.

So it’s no wonder that you are most comfortable here in the glass-enclosed nursery that has been part of your family for the last fifty years.

In this peaceful sanctuary, shallow roots grasp onto loose wet soil with quiet determination, eager to drink in life from the rich, dark earth. Tiny branches reach for the sun above like little fingers in this warm womb of living, breathing miniature trees.

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MASTERLIST

all my works include smut, or sexually suggestive content, please do not interact if you’re under the legal age of 18!

key:

❀ - fluff

♡ - smut

❅ - angst

KIM SEOKJIN

KIM NAMJOON

Playtime (oneshot) - ♡

↬ when namjoon invited you over to hangout, you were expecting to spend the day cuddling, chatting about random stuff, but you didn’t realise you’d be stuck lying on his bed whilst he gunned down the defence team. to make matters worse, his call-outs were turning you on to a whole other level, leaving you to tend to yourself.

DRABBLES

rough love - ♡

MIN YOONGI

Never together (oneshot) - ♡ ❅

↬ your producer, also ex boyfriend, reinstates why exactly you would never move on from him

DRABBLES

oblivious - ♡ ❀

JUNG HOSEOK

Guide Me (oneshot) - ♡ ❀

↬ as dirty minded and provocative as you were, when you told Hoseok you’d never touched yourself nor even fucked anyone before, he was beyond shocked. And when you asked him for a little help, he could never refuse his best friend.. 

Balcony Antics (oneshot) - ♡

↬ after you kissed your bodyguard, he had no choice but to tell you it was a mistake, wanting to keep things professional. this gave you a reason to throw a party and flaunt your assets to the main man himself, park jimin, and hoseok was not having that. so after the party, you and hoseok decide to make amends, in more ways than one.

Incompetency (oneshot) - ♡ ❅

must be nice sharing an apartment with your colleague after you’ve been on his case all day for fucking up at work.

DRABBLES

virgin, who? ♡

PARK JIMIN

Superiority (oneshot) - ♡ ❅

↬ when park jimin snatches that high-end promotion you’d been meaning to get your hands on, he follows you through one ground rule; a ground rule you had no intention of following.

DRABBLES

kiss & make up - ♡ ❀

KIM TAEHYUNG

Off the Table (series) - ♡ ❀ ❅ 

↬ a horrific case from 1993 has resurfaced 29 years later, leaving kim taehyung & mei yuna to argue in favour of the public to keep the defendant in jail for life. the only problem? the pair despise each other.

Sensuous (oneshot) - ♡ ❀

↬ a hotel room with a hot tub out on the balcony? life could not get any better..

Intoxicating (oneshot) - ♡ ❅

↬ you were so damn annoying, but so fucking gorgeous at the same time.

One Last Time (oneshot) - ♡ ❅

↬ after being left alone for a month by your supposed ‘boyfriend,’ you give up on waiting around for him. desperate for an output, you hit up a random guy from the club, completely unaware that your ‘boyfriend’ was making a return..

DRABBLES

bachata - ♡ ❀

tease - ♡ ❀

JEON JUNGKOOK

All I Want (mini series) - ♡ ❀

↬ you fall into the temptation of fucking your best friend, aka the biggest fuckboy on campus.

two

Self Bet (oneshot) - ♡

↬ your overconfident self challenges jungkook to a bet, a bet that involved intimacy and bare bodies. All that confidence slipped just as quick as your self control.

Faceless Beauty (oneshot) - ♡

↬ jungkook was an avid supporter of your onlyfans content, except he didn’t know it was you, one of his closest friends, parading her body on the internet for the world to see.

Pretty Doe (oneshot) - ♡

↬ jungkook desperately needed a mate and you just so happened to be unknowingly serving him an attitude he couldn’t handle anymore.

Ex for a Reason (oneshot) - ♡

↬ after breaking up over multiple differences, jungkook spots you in the club with another man, but he was over you. right?

Intervention (oneshot) - ♡

↬ your low grades and lack of efficiency land you in a one-to-one heated after school session with your crush, mr jeon.

Negotiation (oneshot) - ♡

↬ when you’re called in to negotiate with a familiar face, you realise you’d do an awful lot to save your citizens.

Bodyguard (oneshot) - ♡ ❀ ❅ 

↬ when you’re stuck in near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.

Dumb Little Girl (oneshot) - ♡

↬ you can’t help being a natural flirt when it comes to people, but flirting when your boyfriend’s around? yeah, you were never gonna get away with that.

Torn Veil (oneshot) - ♡ ❀

↬ getting married at five months pregnant probably wasn’t the best idea you had, and as expected; one minor setback and you felt like everything was falling apart.

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ROOMMATES | jjk

-> pairing roommate!jk x female reader

-> genre roommates to lovers, roommates au

-> summary you’ve been roommates with jeon jungkook for quite some time now, not having a single thought of him other than a roommate. but things take an unexpected turn when you accidentally catch him in the act.

-> word count 5.8k

-> warnings voyeurism (it's an accident but still), fingering, oral (m. receiving), multiple orgasms, a lot of fucking teasing, switch!jk, switch!reader.

-> author's note if this fic seems familiar that is because i have decided to re-edit roommates to a version i am more pleased with. <3 hope you still enjoy it!

“And cut! See you guys on Monday! 12:00 am! Don’t be late.” your boss Stacey shouts through a megaphone. Stacey is your current director as you’re helping her work on a coming of age movie. You say your quick goodbyes to your colleagues and staff, before going to your trailer. Hair and makeup was not on the crazy side today, so you just quickly change your outfit, pack your bags and leave towards home. 

Living in L.A for almost 3 years had its ups and downs, although in the end you never regretted your solution. It was hard at first – quitting your job as a sales associate back home, but after being true to yourself, you realized that this was not your dream but that your dream was being an actress. You have always had this dream. That dream was yours. Right when you watched the Mary Poppins Broadway Show at the age of 12. God, you had smiled your whole way through. You had pictured yourself on the stage, engulfed by the dimmed light, performing for thousands of people. That’s when you knew. 

Min Yoongi – who started as a cyber friend but with time you guys grew closer and met often; had always been by your side. You had accidentally drunk dm'ed him on Instagram, thinking it was your good ol' fuck buddy back then. The conversation had taken a humoristic turn, when Yoongi decided to play along, a kermit sipping tea meme being sent from you the next day, and that's when your friendship blossomed. Yoongi was already living in L.A and was supportive of your rash ‘fuck it’ decision of moving to L.A. Yoongi had a colleague from work in need of a roommate, and that's when your plan stepped into action. You quit your job, packed your suitcase and hopped on the soonest flight to L.A.

The only thing Yoongi hadn't mentioned was that this colleague of his was a dude. He really waited up until the last minute to tell youㅡand there you were.. totally oblivious of what you were putting yourself into.

You weren’t upset about your roomie situation, no. You were more upset over the fact that it never crossed Yoongi's mind to tell you. - Causing Yoongi and you to end up bickering about ’you not being remotely excited to share an apartment with a male’, in which you remember saying to him, “who for all I know could be a secret serial killer.” outside of his friend’s apartment.

There were two problems unfolding after that conversation. The first one being your future roommate hearing everything as in; every single word. And the second one? well.. He was hot. So fucking hot.

You recall the first meeting being extremely awkward since he was making you nervous. - Reasons being; he was shirtless when he opened the door. Adding to that matter, playing with his lip ring. - Yes, the reason you know was because you were staring at his pink plump lips. Knowing how strong your attraction was towards a futuristic roommate was dangerous. You felt as if you had two choices; living on the street or with the one and only.. Jeon Jungkook.

If it weren’t for Yoongi reassuring you that nothing ‘bad’ would happen, you would've never thought of living with Jungkook for the next three years by now. But as time passed, the attraction slowly vanished and you didn’t feel as smitten as when you first laid your eyes on him. Because you guys were simply.. roommates!

Arriving at the apartment, you slump on the couch as the first thing. Working on set definitely kills your legs, you notice Jungkook isn’t home and think back to your morning conversation of him mentioning helping Namjoon at his bar ‘Dynamite’ tonight. Therefore, you make dinner for yourself and watch whatever is playing on TV at the moment. Somehow you end up falling asleep on the couch, or more likely the carpet under the couch. You’d been exhausted after working for a full day and it surely showed. 

‘’Shh… we have to be really quiet. My roommate is right next door and I don’t want to wake her up.’’ That was false, you were sleeping beneath the couch, invisible to Jungkook’s eyes. The blonde which Jungkook brought home had hit on him until Namjoon had enough and just told him to ‘go for it.’ Jungkook took upon Namjoon’s angry encouragement and now they were here, sneaking in, trying their best not to make a noise to wake you. It was a success – Jungkook’s words not yours. 

As Jungkook is about to open his bedroom door, the blonde whispers, ‘’I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter like there’s no tomorrow.’’ Jungkook was a freak. Risky sex being one of his kinks, he could not deny the offer. Although it was very wrong, you were sleeping not even five meters away from them. ‘’Are you sure you can keep those screams shut?’’ Her knees weakened at his comment and slowly nodded, pulling him towards the kitchen counter. 

The carpet which you were currently laying on starts to itch your right cheek. That somehow wakes you up and you take notice that you had been sleeping on the fucking carpet, not even the couch, no the fucking carpet. You’re about to move up when you hear a muffled moan. You stop in your tracks, scared to turn your head. But your curiosity was killing you, making you turn slowly, seeing Jungkook thrusting his hips in a slow pace, his tattooed hand covering the mouth of a pretty blonde.

You widen your eyes, turning towards the TV, screaming internally over this. You are fucked. You can’t get out of this Y/N. If you made the slightest noise, Jungkook would never be able to look at you again and that could end up with him kicking you out. You did not want that, so you cover your ears – trying to cancel all noise around you. This was to date, your worst nightmare. It was so far quiet, only muffled moans escaping what you had guessed was the girl. You begin to feel lightheaded over the whole situation, wondering if you’ll ever recover being in the same room as Jungkook is knees deep in a stranger. 

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ Your lips part from Jungkook’s dirty talk – you never pegged him as the type to dirty talk and you’re not mad about it. Wait, no, Y/N. You’re not supposed to think that, he’s your roommate. Your extremely hot roommate. This is bad, this is so fucking bad. 

It was as if all your prayers were heard, because the blonde started begging to suck him off in the bedroom, which saved you from more misery. After waiting it out for a bit more, you finally got up from the carpet, returning to your room in a hurry. 

The sleep you wished to seek was long gone and you were awake until dawn. Seeing it was time for work, you got ready, now standing by the coffee machine in desperate need of caffeine. As the machine creates magic, you space out, maybe it was the lack of sleep – that’s what you keep telling yourself. Jungkook arrives in sight, hugging you from behind and whispering good morning in your ear. His lips drag further down, peppering you with small kisses onto your collarbone earning a satisfied moan from you. He proceeds to place his hand to the hem of your panties, teasing you over the fabric. You buck your hips, signaling him that you're indeed enjoying this and he should keep going.

He gets the signal, moving his hand under your underwear, his cold fingers making direct contact onto your slit, your pussy already being as wet as it could be. 

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ He murmurs under his breath, before pushing a finger into your walls, clenching nicely around his finger. As he bites your earlobe, another finger slips in and your breath hitches from the stretch caused only by his fingers. 

‘’You take me so nicely.’’ He compliments, his pace quickening causing you to lean your head back on his shoulder – due to all the pleasure. 

Everything is interrupted when Jungkook steps out with the blonde trailing behind him. He takes notice of you right away, pouring milk in your mug. ‘’Morning.’’ He greets casually and you return it with an undertone of bitterness. You fixate your eyes on Jungkook’s hookup and give a sympathetic smile before you take a sip from your coffee. He walks her to the front door, her hair looking like a bird nest from behind. They must’ve gone at it for a while. 

‘’Wow, that was maybe the best fuck I’ve had.’’ You hear her comment and a grin received from Jungkook. Was he really that good? Jungkook joins you in the kitchen before your thoughts can evolve. 

“Seems like you had a lot of fun yesterday...” you start off with an innocent tone – putting on a facade, to not show that you heard or more likely saw. 

A small grin appears onto his face, “You didn’t hear any of it did you?”

You choke with half a sip of coffee in your mouth, you hadn't expected that. Not wanting to get caught red handed over this awful and embarrassing experience you decide to shrug off the whole thing. Just act like nothing happened Y/N, it might help with your sudden daydreams of Jungkook fingering you in the middle of the kitchen.

“Oh– no no, I was sleeping like a rock yesterday.” You wave him off, trying your best to play cool. 

“Okay.” he answers with a tone that makes you doubt. A part of you immediately starts regretting lying to him but it was for the best. Who in their right mind tells someone that they’ve not only heard them have sexual intercourse with someone but caught a glance at it. Lying is definitely the only way out of this. 

‘’Shit–’’ You gasp as Jungkook quickens his pace, gripping the sheets above you with both arms. He earns another moan from you when his tongue swirls over your erected nipple. The cold from his lip ring makes you shiver. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead rubbing against your own. The both of you panting as your bodies move in rhythm. Jungkook’s eyes roam all over your body, squeezing one of your breasts and the familiar urge to come pokes at the pit of your stomach. ‘’You feel–’’ Jungkook interrupts you, shoving his warm tongue in your mouth as his hand holds your jaw. ‘’Mmm– you feel so fucking good.’’ Jungkook flashes his white pearly teeth from your compliment, ‘’yeah?’’ You moan in agreement and your orgasm reaches every part of your body –

‘’Piece of shit!’’ You yell out of shock. You make sure you were dreaming, turning around noticing you’re in your bedroom; alone. You lay back down, a sigh escaping your lips in disbelief over how hot that dream was. You had to get out, away from Jungkook and mostly your dirty thoughts haunting you about your roommate. 

The following weeks you kept yourself busy, on set almost everyday and not seeing Jungkook as often. He took some late night shifts and you primarily in the morning. Your dirty thoughts were starting to calm the more you kept yourself busy. Jungkook on the other hand walked around feeling guilty – he noticed quickly how you kept yourself busy not wanting to be near him. Therefore he took extra shifts to help out Namjoon. 

''I just feel like, I did something wrong?'' Jungkook admits to Namjoon, as they were polishing the glasses, behind the bar.

''What if she's genuinely busy?'' Namjoon tells Jungkook, mostly for him to not feel guilty because of all this. ''There is always gonna be some period of time, where the both of you are really busy. It happens Jeon.'' Namjoon was right, mostly.

You have been busy, but it was to the point where you kept yourself longer on set, not wanting to see Jungkook when you came home.

But this was your fault. You grew a huge sexual attraction to Jungkook, not wanting to ruin your friendship, you decided on keeping your mouth shut. 

''Joon, she's usually off Friday, and instead of her being home she was with Yoongi all day.'' Jungkook expresses, not because he didn't believe Namjoon. Sure you were busy, but to the point where you suddenly started hanging more often at Yoongi's place without him? That didn't sit well with him.

''Okay, maybe you did something.'' Namjoon answers, earning a confused frown from Jungkook. 

''Look, maybe just give her a call?'' Namjoon suggests. ''Jungkook, if she answers, nothing is wrong. If she declines? Then you for sure did something.'' Namjoon explains as Jungkook stays silent, not knowing how to fix this. 

Not thinking any further, Jungkook decides to give you a call outside.

You’re currently sitting in Yoongi's apartment, munching on a bag of Doritos, while watching New Girl for the seventh time. It has always been your comfort series, when you felt either down or confused, and right now you're a good mix of both.

Yoongi, sat next to you working on a current record that was to be released in under a week. You wondered if you should tell Yoongi, maybe he could help you out of it. Or, maybe he would just laugh in your face and tell you to fix it yourself. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your ringtone.

You grabbed the phone, seeing Jungkook's name. Shit.

Yoongi noticed your freezing state, just staring at your phone.

''Y/N, are you gonna answer that?'' Yoongi asks you out of curiosity. Your head snaps towards him, nodding your head before pushing the answer button, bringing it to your ear.

''Hello?'' you ask, making sure this wasn't a pocket dial.

''H-hey Y/N, I was just wondering...'' Jungkook starts off, small whispers appear in the background – Namjoon scolding Jungkook for a small second before Jungkook continues. 

''I mean, no, we need to talk.'' He says flatly. Shit. Exactly what you didn't want to do.

Without thinking much, you act like you couldn't hear him blurting out nonsense about there being bad reception and just hanging up.

You throw your phone to the side, letting out a big sigh of frustration.

Yoongi clears his throat, earning your attention. ''Y/N, care to explain what just happened?'' You open your mouth, trying to come up with a lie, Yoongi interrupting you before you could continue. ''And don't lie.'' He warns sternly.

''Well, around 2 weeks ago, Jungkook had a girl over.'' Yoongi hums a yes, making you continue. ''I accidentally fell asleep on the couch and might’ve been a witness to seeing Jungkook knees deep in someone.'' Yoongi scrunches his nose, uncomfort drawn on his face but he motivates you to continue. ''After the incident, I started daydreaming about Jungkook and I... in a not so friendly matter.''

''Ah, so this is why you've been crashing at my place?'' You nod yes, receiving a light chuckle from Yoongi, you slap his shoulder not wanting him to laugh at your awful dilemma.

''Y/N, at one point you're gonna have to face Jungkook. You can't keep hiding at my place and you can't ignore him forever.'' Yoongi expresses, you adding a soft you're right. 

“We’re gonna have to cancel tomorrow’s shooting. Stacey got sick over the weekend so we’re gonna have to postpone till next week. Sorry guys.” Jia, Stacey's assistant, announces to the crew and cast. Shit, now you are gonna have to stay home the whole day tomorrow. You are hoping deep down that Jungkook would be busy with a shift at Dynamite or even worse a random hookup.

The thought of him being with a random hookup, brought a bitter feeling to the pit of your tongue.

When you arrive home, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen, probably again at Dynamite helping out Namjoon. You sigh in relief, retrieving yourself in your room, getting ready to binge a few episodes of New Girl, before calling it a night.

You start shuffling in your sleep, not finding a good sleeping position. Giving up on your sleep, you decide to make yourself a warm cup of tea, thinking it might help your sudden lack of sleep.

As you rummage through the tea cabinet, you don't hear the front door close.

“What are you doing up?” you yelp in shock as Jungkook is standing by the counter, wearing his work attire. Fuck.

“God Jungkook! Don't do that. My heart almost fell out of my chest.'' you scold still in shock.

You realize you haven’t answered his question. ''I couldn't sleep, thought some tea might help.'' And with that your eyes were back to the tea cabinet, in desperate need of finding the strawberry tea flavor.

“Listen Y/N.” he starts.

“Oh no… you forgot to buy my strawberry tea. How could you!” you interrupt him as you have a feeling where the conversation might be heading.

“Can we not talk about that right now? I really need to tell you something. Just please listen.” he says sternly. You turn your head towards him, taking Yoongi's words to you.You can't ignore him forever. So you give in, nodding your head making him continue.

“Okay so I've noticed you’ve been distant for the past week and I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong or if you’re just busy... ” 

You take a deep sigh before replying, “Look Jeon, I- I’m busy you know?'' Avoiding his gaze, you try to come up with another lie.

He nods his head showing that he understands that you were busy. His brows suddenly grow closer, as if he is wondering something.

“For a minute there I thought you might have been jealous or something.” he confesses, obtaining a shocked expression from you. How did he–

“Wha- why?” You ask, not being able to comprehend what is happening.

“I don't know... you just distanced yourself after the whole encounter with my hookup.” He admits, his eyes now looking straight at yours, waiting for a response from you.

Do not give in Y/N.

You scoff lightly before crossing your arms. “Jeon, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not jealous. You're being weird. You're being very weird.'' You exclaim, trying to hide your sudden nervousness peeking out of you a little. Shit, shit, shit.

He chuckles a bit, ''You’re literally repeating yourself Y/N. So no, I’m not being weird, if anyone is being weird right now it's you.’‘ he says jokingly. You don’t answer him. Simply ignoring his remark.

“Okay you know what? Fuck this.” Jungkook says, giving up on your little act. Knowing that no matter how much he tried, you wouldn’t give in, cause that’s not you right?

He turns his back to you, beginning to walk towards his room. Not thinking any further you suddenly blurt out, ''Okay fine! You really wanna know what’s been going on? Okay I’ll tell you.” you say in an angrily tone, not thinking of any of the consequences this confession might bring. For once you need to be honest with both yourself and him. He turns around, his eyes now looking at yours.

“What Y/N?” 

“For fucks sake Jungkook! I heard it, every single thing.'' You confess, a sudden silence growing inside the kitchen, as Jungkook just keeps looking at you. You take this as a sign to continue, as you've already fucked the whole thing up.

“Ever since then my mind has been going places. Daydreaming you fucking my brains out. That's why I distanced myself. I couldn't look at you. Not after all this.'' You sigh, feeling a bit lighter. Jungkook is being silent, way too silent for your liking.

That's when immediate regret came upon you. “Fuck, I knew I should've just shut up, forget this ever happened–'' You couldn't finish your regretful comment as Jungkook made his way towards you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes grew wide, being in absolute shock. Before the kiss could deepen, Jungkook retrieves. A tingling sensation was now growing onto your lips, already missing the feeling of his lips. 

“Fuck– Y/N. I’m so sorry. I don't know what came over me.” he excuses, adding a small grin to lighten the whole situation and to make it less awkward about what had just happened.

You don’t say anything – still being in absolute shock over the fact that Jungkook willingly kissed you.

Jungkook clears his throat before adding, “well... Goodnight.” He turns walking slowly back to his bedroom, not looking back at you. His door was now shut.

What the actual fuck.

You stand still for a few moments, your mind in a desperate need of progressing what the fuck just happened. Without thinking any further your legs start walking towards Jeon's room. You lift your hand, about to knock but before you could, the door suddenly opens. Jungkook in front of you again.

“Y/N I–“

You don’t let him finish, returning your lips back on his in a desperate need to feel them again. Jungkook tenses under your touch, but it’s quickly exchanged as he wraps his arm around your form, hugging you tighter towards him. As your lips move in sync, you feel his broad chest against your own, his tattooed arm holding you tight. It’s weird how your body grows hot over Jungkook’s touch. You’ve known each other for so long, the thought of sex surpassed the both of you very fast – mostly him not you. 

‘’Mmm– are you sure?’’ Jungkook looks at you in the dimly lit room, his brown eyes fixated on your answer. You know you want this. Your body and mind craves the touch of Jungkook. 

‘’I do.’’ You bring your fingers, tugging his slightly parted hair and he toys once with his lip ring, his tongue making an exit and gently rolling over the metal until he nods pulling you back in. Now his tongue runs over yours, delicately all while his arms are still holding firmly onto you. 

A part of you can’t help but grow impatient. You’ve lived with Jungkook for about four years and in all honesty? A big part of you has wanted this for a very long time. It takes you back to when he accidentally popped in your head while your vibrator was in between your legs, your body in a desperate need for a release. You were so fucking needy tonight and you didn’t care. 

‘’Touch me Jungkook. Please.’’ You mumble against his lips, your hips grinding more against him to feel him as close as you possibly can. You expect for Jungkook to do just that, instead he starts shaking under your neediness. You grow concerned, retrieving slowly to get a good look at him. 

‘’Did I say something wrong?’’ Jungkook bites his lip, shaking his head to indicate a no. He pulls you closer again, his lips brushing against yours, ‘’You have no fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined you begging for my touch.’’ He whispers, grabbing a hold of your hair making you gasp. ‘’So I’m going to give you just that.’’ His arm unleashes from your form instead grabbing a hold of your exposed shoulders in your loose t-shirt. His hands feel cold against your burning hot skin, causing your nipples to erect. 

Jungkook takes notice of how perky your breasts now are, his hand trailing further down giving one of them a firm squeeze. You feel like you’re dreaming, Jungkook’s words are slurring in the back of your brain. He’s thought of you as you have of him. You grab a hold of his black t-shirt, tugging at it as his fingers trace over your nipples, pinching it in between his fingers and your hold only tightens as you pant against his mouth. ‘’Is this enough?’’ He asks soothingly and you almost lose all your patience, wanting for him to throw you on the bed and take you as if this is the only night he’ll be able to touch you. 

‘’No.’’ 

‘’Then tell me where you want me to touch you.’’ You lock your eyes with his, grabbing hold of his wrist belonging to his hand attached to your breast. You drag it longer down and under your t-shirt. He doesn’t move his fingers once they touch your heat, already being soaked enough for him to just slide in with ease. 

‘’Here–’’ You hold his thumb, pressing it onto your clit. Jungkook’s mouth parts as you continue using his fingers on yourself. The sight of you being so desperate for him, and mostly his fingers almost makes him finish right in his pants. The way your lips are perfectly parted, your brows furrowed as his fingers slide in with ease inside of you. You grind yourself on his fingers, still frozen, not daring to move and Jungkook gulps trying his best to remain as he’s loving every bit of you using his fingers to make yourself come right in front of his eyes. 

‘’Right here.’’ You sigh, closing your eyes as the pleasure increases within you. Jungkook loses it, curling his fingers inside of you making you snap under his move. You smile in victory knowing you made him lose all patience with you toying around. 

It isn’t until Jungkook picks up a pace that your smile turns to an ‘o’, an awaited moan finally escaping your lips. Jungkook’s cock was begging to be touched, becoming so hard he felt as if he’d turn dizzy. Your moans were soothing under his skin, reminding him of the wave of pleasure he’s giving you. 

‘’Mmm~’’ You’re still tugging at his t-shirt, focusing just on the pleasure and reaching your orgasm. Jungkook doesn’t stop, his thumb circling around your clit all while two fingers are shoved deep inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot nicely. You’re surprised over how good Jungkook is at fingering you. He’s so dedicated to making you finish all over his fingers and the thought is definitely pushing you closer to your orgasm appearing in the pit of your stomach. 

Jungkook pulls you closer, faces mere inches apart. ‘’I want you to look at me.’’ You do as he says, maintaining eye contact. The room fills up with the sounds from Jungkook’s fingers re-entering you. As your high reaches, you let out a strained moan, eyes still locked to Jungkook’s which have turned darker than earlier. His lip ring is dangling free, his lip going once or twice back to playing with it. You get more aroused by the minute, Jungkook’s fingers have stopped moving inside of you.

‘’Fuck, you look so hot when you finish all over my fingers.’’ The praise sends a warm fuzzy feeling, heating your cheeks more than before. You’re anticipated for what’s next, although you really wanna fill your mouth up with his cock. 

Seeing Jungkook is staying silent, not knowing what’s next you surprise him by taking his fingers out of you. He doesn’t hesitate to lick off your glistening arousal that coated his fingers. 

‘’I’ve been dying to do this.’’ You drop down to your knees, roaming your hands on his thighs, squeezing his skin under your palms. Jungkook hisses from the contact, his eyes never leaving yours and patiently awaiting for your next move. 

You remove his gray sweatpants, keeping the boxers on for the upcoming teasing you will accomplish. You palm him through the fabric, moving your head towards it, peppering it with small kisses. 

‘’This is so fucking mean– ah!’’ You cup him, grabbing his erection firmly. At least he’ll stop complaining for now. Your hands are done exploring, Jungkook’s cheeks have turned pink from the impatience of wanting you to suck him off. You know he wants it, despite the fact that you’re taking your time – not knowing if this is a one time thing or not. You want to enjoy him fully. 

It’s as if all Jungkook’s prayers are answered when you finally pull his boxers down, tongue flicking over his tip, glistening with pre-cum. ‘’Shit.’’ He murmurs, head throwing back in disbelief over how your tongue is running on his tip at this very moment.

You open wider, welcoming him a bit more in, hand pumping for what you don’t cover with your mouth just yet. It takes almost a split five seconds of sucking his tip off and Jungkook lets out a moan for you to hear. He sounds almost desperate, the moan being mildly hoarse. 

Your cheeks hollow as you take him further in your mouth, tongue flatly running along his veins. He’s a lot to handle, but your mouth does the job. 

‘’Don’t stop.’’ He lowly mutters, his hand holding your cheek, rubbing smoothly in patterns. You obey, continuing in a pace that has Jungkook grunting and breathing heavily only caused by your mouth. You feel overly confident knowing you have a certain effect on Jungkook. You moan against his dick, the thought overflowing you and Jungkook bucks his hips towards you in a thrust. He continues to fuck your mouth, his cock now coated in your spit. 

‘’I think now’s the time that I finally fuck you.’’ Jungkook expresses. 

You remove your mouth, some spit landing on your chin; your hand still holding onto the base of his cock. ‘’Oh yeah? Who said you’d be the one to dom?’’ Jungkook is in shock over your words, shivering at the thought of you completely taking control over his body. Jungkook’s silence is enough for you to know he’s toying with the idea of you taking over. 

‘’Okay. Take control of me.’’ He throws his shirt over his head, exposing his abs and fully tattooed sleeve to you, laying down comfortably, inviting you in between his legs. You follow his movements, taking off your shirt and dropping your panties to the ground. Now moving towards him, wanting to ride him out like there’s no tomorrow. 

Your hips now straddling him, grinding against his cock and coating him in your arousal from earlier. Jungkook’s hesitant to touch you, his hand moving and holding tight in a pillow instead. 

Your fingers examine his face – mostly his lip because of his piercing – you’re in doubt if you can play with it, so you let your fingers rest on his cheek. It’s as if Jungkook knew your doubt, guiding your finger and letting it rest on the metal of the ring. You bite your lip, gently moving the piercing back and forth. 

‘’Do you have any idea how turned on I get by this?’’ Jungkook interrupts your session of toying with his lip ring. You freeze, mouth agape all while shaking your head no. 

Jungkook presses you down, your folds making direct contact to his cock and it’s so fucking hard. He wasn’t lying. 

‘’Please, just fucking ride me already.’’ He sucks in a breath noticing how needy that actually sounded from his part. He loved how you took your time with him but he wasn’t going to last very long if he didn’t experience the feeling of how you convulse around his cock while he’s inside of you. 

‘’Because you asked so nicely.’’ You prop yourself, taking a hold of the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance. The tip barely reaches all the way in and Jungkook’s eyes are closed, panting lowly. The sight is definitely something you could get used to, seeing him getting all worked up for your touch and now mostly your cunt wrapped around him. 

You drop further down, Jungkook’s dick now fully nestled inside of you. You whimper out of sensation of how well he’s stretching you out. You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly. 

Jungkook’s eyes are still screwed shut, his eyebrows grown close and his mouth slightly parted, showcasing just how pleased he is by you. You rake your fingernails in his chest as you pick up your pace, sensing the familiar knot re-appearing. 

‘’Fucking hell,’’ Jungkook curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes his chances, grabbing your ass tightly making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jungkook is having again. 

You like that he’s testing out how much he’s allowed to do. Almost as if he’s being careful with you as you’re a delicate flower petal. 

You’re determined to make yourself and him finish in the short amount of time and seeing Jungkook’s fucked out face, you’re close to reaching your goal. 

‘’You feel so good–’’ You praise, receiving a small smile from Jungkook. Your hips are close to giving up, riding as if you have the whole time in the world. 

‘’Come on, you’re so close.’’ Jungkook encourages you, moving his grip on you along with your movements. 

Your legs begin to lightly shake, dissolving into pleasure and finally reaching your second high. Jungkook grunts, feeling your arousal on his cock as you keep riding it. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to lose himself completely, coming undone inside of you and filling you up with every drop he has to give.

''Holy shit.'' You say a bit out of breath, trying to regain a bit of consciousness.

''I can't believe we just fucked.'' ''Makes two of us.''

He turns his head towards you, looking into your eyes, causing small butterflies to appear in the pit of your stomach.

You smile. ''What?'' you ask, still giggling a bit.

''I- did you know you look really pretty after getting fucked?'' He asks, running his fingers along your arm.

Shit, that was hot.

''Stop it Jeon.'' You respond by giving him a small smack on his chest once again.

''What? I'm serious.'' There they were, once again the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, not wanting to disappear.

''So, what now?''

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