Let Me Have A Taste | PJM

Let Me Have A Taste | PJM

🍸 pairing : dancer!jimin x female reader

🍸 genre : strangers to lovers, non idol au, fluff and smut.

🍸 summary : when your friends take you out for a night out, the night prior to your birthday, never did you imagine meeting a gorgeous man named Jimin and neither did you imagine for it to be one of the best birthdays of your life.

🍸 warnings : 18+, minors dni, oral (m receiving) gagging, deepthroating, daddy kink, dirty talk, cum swallowing.

a/n : Hello! 💜 So here goes my first fic and post on tumblr, please let me know what you think and I would really appreciate some feedback, thank you and enjoy reading. 💜

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This is definitely not how you imagined your birthday to go, when your friends dragged you out for a night out to celebrate because according to them, all work and no play was making you into a very dull girl, they meant dancing, drinks, good food and easy conversations, not with you on your knees in one of the club restrooms as the man above you pulls his zipper down, while you tug on your lower lip, swollen from the kisses you two shared mere moments ago.

He is breathtakingly beautiful even in the ugly glowering yellow lights of the restroom, his black hair falling on his forehead in soft bangs, glossy plump lips ~ you remember watching him on the dancefloor as he moved to the seductive beats of the song, like watching poetry in motion until you realized that you might've been downright staring for one of his friends, snaked a tattooed arm around his neck and whispered something in his ear, to which the latter laughed, poked his friend playfully in the side and then strode off the floor towards you.

You look away, focusing on your drink instead as he seats himself on the barstool next to yours.

"Hi, I'm Jimin." He introduces himself with an easy smile which takes you by surprise, cause no way a man like him, so stunning and so sexy would talk to you right? Right? But yet he was and you choked on your drink, breaking into a fit of coughs.

Jimin immediately stands up, offering you tissues and gently patting your back till the coughing subsides.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, thank you." You nod, wiping your mouth, "Hi Jimin, as you can see I'm clumsy."

His laugh is beautiful just like him, sweet airy giggles as he falls forward, one hand gripping the counter for support while he covers his mouth with the other and you've been told that you have a good sense of humor but in this moment you're so proud of yourself for making Jimin laugh.

Conversation flows easily from there on as you both talk about anything and everything, your jobs, families, friends. You learn that Jimin is a trained contemporary dancer who owns his dance studio downtown and is planning to open more while his friend Jungkook, who is now dancing with a handsome man, his tattooed arm wrapped around the guy's waist, is a gym trainer.

"That explains how effortlessly and beautifully you were dancing." You reply, taking a sip of your martini.

"Yeah, I had a feeling you liked it, I could feel your eyes on me." Jimin replies, circling his index finger on the rim of his whiskey glass, warm chocolate brown eyes locked on yours.

"I– I–" You gulp, heart hammering in your chest, trying to think of a reply.

"It's okay, I like being watched." He whispers as his gaze falls down to your lips.

Fast forward to some hot makeout in the deserted club hallway as you hold onto his sequined denim jacket for dear life while his mouth devours you, his hands gently cupping your breasts through the fabric of your dress.

"Not gonna lie, I've been thinking about your lips all night long, been wanting to kiss you so bad." Jimin mumbles softly between the heated kisses.

"Me too." You mumble, breathing uneven.

His mouth then moves down to your neck, nipping your pulse point. The moans leaving your mouth are needy but you really don't care at this point as your hands run over his chest, fingertips feeling his smooth skin and abs through the netted fabric of his vest and you catch a glimpse of his tattoo, Nevermind inked on his ribs.

You pull him up for a kiss, your fingers tangling themselves in his soft hairs, his tongue diving into your mouth for a taste hungrily, his lips tasting of whiskey and strawberries and you just can't have enough of it, gently biting on his plush lower lip as Jimin groans and presses you harder against the wall, evidence of his arousal pressing against your stomach as he pins your hands above your head, deepening the kiss.

His hands rake over your voluptuous body, memorizing every curve and dip, your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton as you whisper, "wanna taste you so bad."

You both pull back from the need of oxygen in your lungs, breathing in deeply and Jimin gently touches your cheek, his chocolate orbs locked into yours.

"You're sure? Please know that we don't have to do anything. And it's your birthday, you should be the one receiving pleasure, baby."

You touch his hand that's resting on your cheek with a soft smile, basking in the warmth of his touch. The deserted hallway is a bit cold but Jimin keeps you warm.

"Yes, I am sure. Now please, let me suck your cock." You innocently bat your eyelashes at him and he pulls you to himself, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue.

And here you are, on your knees in a club restroom while above you, Jimin pulls the zipper of his jeans down and help him pull it down all the way to his ankles, from the obvious bulge in his snug briefs he's already half hard and bucks slightly when you palm him.

"Already so worked up for me hm?"

Reaching out for his briefs, you pull them down as well, his cock springing free and nothing in this world could have prepared you for this.

Jimin is huge, both in length and girth. His cock stands half mast and is already covering half of your face, the mushroom tip is flushed red, precum pearling at the slit, veins running down the thick circumference.

Your mouth is already watering at the sight of him yet you want to savor it, to take your own time, your palm wraps around his length giving it a few experimental strokes and it swells under your touch. Curious and eager for his taste, your tongue flicks around the slit, tasting his salty slightly bitter precum as Jimin's hips buck again.

Leaning in, you gently pull the fabric of his vest up and press a kiss to his stomach as Jimin takes in a shaky breath, your lips trail down his stomach to his cock leaving feather-like kisses, reaching the tip and kissing it too.

You look up at him, the need to be stuffed full of his cock raging inside you, "Don't hold back." As your lips part and you take the head of his cock inside your mouth, his taste filling up your taste buds.

Jimin curses as the warmth of your mouth envelopes him, it's been a while.

You suckle at the head gently at first, testing waters, trying to gauge what he likes and the way his head falls back on the wall with a soft thud, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he curses breathily, he's clearly liking it a LOT.

You've always preferred your partners to be as vocal during sex as you are and Jimin is exactly that, you suck him in harder, licking a thick stripe from the base to tip as you feel him hardening in response to your simulation.

But you wanted more. More, more, more, until your mouth is stuffed full of his cock, until the only taste you remember is his, loosening your jaw, you swallow more of him, bobbing your head, taking him in deeper each time and relaxing your throat when you feel him hit the back, a moan falling out from your lips, Jimin is now fully erect.

Your head dips forward needily, until his whole cock is enveloped in your mouth, saliva dribbling down your chin and tears starting to pool in the corner of your eyes. His whole body stiffens momentarily, labored breaths giving away to breathy moans, "Baby.." his fingers enclose around your hair and you feel the first tug.

It spurs you on, desire crashing in your veins as you pull halfway back on his length and then inch forward again, lips wrapping around his mushroom tip, sucking harshly as Jimin's hold tightens in your hair while your tongue laps greedily at his slit, tasting him.

Rhythmically you bob your head, tongue flattening and curling along the underside of his shaft, licking the tip. Now the soft breathy moans tapered away to loud ones rolling from Jimin, his body reacting beautifully to you, fluid and exquisite like water.

The tenderness with which Jimin holds the side of your face makes your heart skip a beat, his fingers gently wiping off the drool around your chin, thumbing away the tears in your eyes. His hand then moves to the back of your head right beside his other hand and grips a fistful of hair, this tug harder than the previous one.

You moan as Jimin tugs at your hair again with the other hand this time, his hips buck and he slowly pushes halfway in before pulling back out, finding a rhythm, your eyes lock with Jimin's as he watches you through half lidded eyes, brown irises swirling with want.

Hollowing your cheeks, you continue taking him deep as his hips pick a faster pace, "Ffuucckk…" Jimin curses, tugging at your hair harder causing you to whimper. You pull back from his cock with a lewd pop and now use your hands, one to stroke his length and the other to massage his balls, all the while your lips suckle at the tip.

"Babyy.. fuuckkk.." He moans again.

"This feels so.. so fucking good.."

"Yeah?" You smirk, "So glad you're loving it, Daddy."

You freeze realizing what you've just said, Jimin obviously heard it too from the way his eyes flick with confusion. Well, you've always had a tiny little daddy kink, oh who are you kidding? You've always had daddy kink being the power bottom that you are, some of your partners liked it, some of them not so much and you definitely hadn't intended to call Jimin, Daddy on your very first encounter but it just happened, seeing how much your hands and mouth drove him to pleasure, his beautiful features contorted in arousal, him calling you baby, the word sounding so sinful and sweet from his lips.

"What did you just call me?"

"I– I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable–" You aren't able to complete as Jimin speaks again.

"What did you just call me, babygirl?"

"Da– Daddy…" a thrill runs through your body.

The next moment you feel his fingers tightening around your hair, guiding your mouth back to his cock and you comply, taking him in. The thrust of his hips is harsher this time and you feel him hit the back of your throat as he holds you there, making you gag around him.

"So beautiful.." Jimin's voice drops to a rich, husky note as he gently caresses the bulge of your cheek from deepthroating his cock, he releases his grip on your hair a little and thrusts up again, his hips moving in a faster, rougher pace.

Whimpers escape your throat, vibrating around his length and you stable yourself by gripping his muscular thighs, tears falling down your cheeks.

"Doing so good babygirl. Wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours all night long." Jimin praises you, watching his spit slick dick disappear into the warm cavern of your mouth as he fucks your throat, his words and the jolt of pleasure running straight to your core causing you to mewl around his cock.

"You like that don't you? You like when Daddy fucks that pretty mouth of yours?" Jimin growls through clenched teeth and you nod, teary eyed.

"Your mouth feels so.. so fucking good baby..." Jimin continues burying his length in deep, harder and then pulls back from your mouth, a thin trail of spit connecting his cock head to your lips and it pops as he strokes his length.

"Want me to cum on you?" He asks, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, siren eyes laced with desire as he strokes himself faster, his orgasm approaching, you nod, licking your lips.

"Where do you want my load babygirl? On your boobies or on your tongue?"

You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out, "Shit. Shit. Shiittt.." he curses.

Two or three more strokes are all it takes for Jimin to tip over the edge, head falling back, plump lips part open as his hot cum spurts from the tip and you take it all in, his salty, slightly bitter, sweet taste enveloping your taste buds, some of it gets on your face and some drips down from the corners of your mouth but you lick it all clean and open your mouth again to show him his seed before swallowing it.

"That was the best birthday gift I've ever had, thank you Daddy." You manage to speak, your voice hoarse from all the fucking and moaning as you place a kiss on the tip of Jimin's cock and tuck him back in.

Jimin's strong arms wrap around you, picking you up as his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss and he groans, licking into your mouth, tasting himself on you.

He then places soft kisses on your cheeks, nose, eyes and finally forehead as he places you on the washroom countertop, moving away a bit to grab tissues for the both of you.

"So.." He says as he gently cleans your face with a tissue, "how about we ditch this place, go back to my apartment and watch a cute rom-com with some snacks, instant ramen and hot chocolate? We'll cuddle, share slow, lingering kisses."

"Sounds perfect. But I might need to get a change of clothes from my apartment." You smile, running your fingers through his hair.

"You can wear mine, I have a spare set of hoodie and pajamas, then tomorrow we'll celebrate your birthday, I'll take you out on a date."

"I would love that."

You lips find Jimin's as he holds your face in his hands, the kiss tender and sweet.

"Think you can fuck my tits next?" You ask as you both walk out of the club, hand in hand after saying your goodbyes to your friends.

Jimin looks at you, wide eyed and flushed cheeks, making you giggle as you lean in to kiss his cheek, when he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist, lips mere inches away from each other.

"Yes babygirl, I can. But before that, your birthday present awaits." He replies huskily, fingers stealthily tiptoeing around your arousal.

"Happy Birthday Baby."

©jooniescaffe

Fake Love - Chapter 1: In Love With the Bartender

Pairing: jungkookx reader (f)

Genre: Smut, angst, fake relationships, slow burn, friends to lovers au, bartender!jungkook, fuckboy!jungkook

Rating: M - NSFW

Word Count: 6,148

Warnings: rebound sex,  Jungkook has nipple piercings and folds you up against a wall, blow job in a car, public fingering, shower sex, oral (m&f receiving) unprotected sex, Jungkook has a reputation, one night stand expected, friends with benefits possible.

Disclaimers: this is just fiction and not my true view of anyone

Summary: After a rough breakup, you seek solace in the arms of one very hot bartender.

You couldn’t help but stare. Who could blame you? Anyone who looked at him would get lost in his eyes too.

The man was gorgeous with his neatly styled short black hair, his big doe eyes, that smirk….

You swayed in your seat with a sigh.

Even the way he had rolled the sleeves of his black dress shirt up to his elbows to expose his arms full of tattoos made you weak.

He'd gotten color done recently, which had enhanced the shape of his muscles as he uncorked a champagne bottle to the cheers of the small crowd before him.

You sighed again as your mind floated away as you imagined him stalking up to you with his big shoulders rolling with every step until he was so close, you could smell his peppery cologne. He’d look down into your eyes with that grin and….

“You know he’s just trouble, right?” A voice from your right broke you from your reverie.

“Huh?”

“Please Eun-Young.” A voice from your left scoffed. "Don't act like you've never thought about hooking up with him. Everyone who has come into contact with Jeon Jungkook wants to fuck him."

“That’s exactly my point, Tanaaz!"

You went back to your drink and fazed your friends out as you took a pull from the small black straw. The light glinted off of Jungkook’s eyebrow piercing as he grinned at a woman on the other side of the bar from him. His eyes narrowed playfully with a smirk on his lips as he looked up at one of the strobe lights, pretending to think something over while the woman, who was rather pretty, tall and slender, continued to talk to him as though she were trying to convince him.

What would it feel like to kiss those full lips with his lip ring? Would it be warm like his body or a little cool?

Boldly, she reached out and took his hand, stroking the back of it with her thumbs. He glanced down and looked back up at her, his gaze contorted into disappointment. 

He shook his head, much to the dismay of the woman who pulled away to fish in her purse. She extracted several bills and dropped them on the counter then spun on her heel and hurried away, leaving the pink drink on the bar. Jungkook watched after her for a moment before gathering the money with a shrug and tossing the drink in the sink behind him.

It was only when you had assumed the woman’s former spot and had Jungkook’s eyes on you that you realized you had ever stood and walked at all.

“Hey.” Jungkook called out over the thrumming music that you could feel palpating your heart and crossed his arms on the bar. He leaned over to look at you with a grin. “What can I get started for you?”

What you were drinking already had been absolutely delightful and was good enough to tempt you to order a new one, if only you could figure out what it was. You glanced up at the menu over his perfectly sculpted hair and searched quickly for the drink, embarrassment warming your cheeks while he waited patiently. Tanaaz was the one who had ordered the last round. You tried to peel the flavors apart to figure out what it was. A bit rosy, a touch of raspberry….

Ah screw it.

You leaned forward with a shrug. “Surprise me!”

“What?” He cupped his ear and leaned forward.

You lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes and laid your upper torso on the bar. “Surprise me!”

“What?”

Why was he grinning like that? 

He leaned forward at the same time you did so that he was close enough now that you could feel his warm breath on your ear. “Surprise me.”

He pulled back with a smirk and playful eyes that dropped down for a moment before his brows wagged. "Playful and adventurous. I like it! Coming right up, baby."

He turned away from you to make your drink, leaving you to realize that the fabric of your dress had been pinned between your body and the bar at some point and had gotten pulled down to reveal a scandalous amount of cleavage. Thank goodness you had worn a cute bra, but still…

Oops.

You adjusted your dress and glanced around you. Sure, you could watch the people around you. There was a dance off happening to your right and a fight happening behind you between two girls. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his shoulders. The way they rippled under his shirt while he scooped ice into a shaker was hypnotizing. 

After a few moments of pouring and shaking, he dressed the glass with a curled lemon peel and turned back towards you, his lips pouting when he realized you had covered yourself again.

That look should be illegal.

You automatically squeezed your thighs together as he handed you the drink, smirking when his warm, soft fingers grazed over yours. “Thank you!”

“No problem. Hope you like it.” He watched you take a draw from the straw and let his smile grow when your eyes went wide and you nodded enthusiastically.

“This is really good! What is it?”

“What’s your name?”

Your name? Had you heard him correctly? You leaned forward and tilted your head as you watched his eyes inch their way down your body to your bosom. 

Did you accidentally on purpose let your dress get pulled down again? 

Maybe. So what? You liked the way he looked at you. It was so nice to feel attractive again. If anyone had gone through what you had, they couldn't blame you for being a bit reckless. “What?”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You quirked a brow up, taking another drink. “What is this?”

“Cute. It’s called Y/N. Sweet, mysterious….” He grinned, his eyes narrowing flirtatiously as he leaned on the bar and swept the corner of his lips and with his tongue, while his eyes drifted down to your chest. His brow rose as he smirked. “Gorgeous.”

Your cheeks went warm and you dipped your face away as you screamed mentally. How could he say such a thing after all these other women you thought were exponentially more attractive than yourself had thrown themselves at him? 

A fire burst alive in you. 

You felt the all too familiar ache between your legs and fidgeted as you tried to press your thighs together tight enough. 

He'd called you gorgeous and checked you out unabashedly! What did it mean? What was happening?

Had he sensed the disappointment and sadness that had hung heavy on your shoulders the last few days? He was a bartender who seemed to have quite a few fans. He was probably good at reading people.

You tried to reason with yourself. Tried to convince yourself he was just flirting for a good tip.

But it seemed to be hopeless.

Well, wonderful. You were all turned on with no hope of relief with another human being tonight. Thank goodness the new vibratory you'd gifted to yourself was freshly charged.

It wouldn't be the same, but it would have to do.

He laughed and bit his bottom lip before checking his watch.

"You're shy. It's cute."

You took a deep breath and shyly looked up at him from under your lashes. “Thank you. How much do I owe you?”

“I get off in 10.” He shimmied his shoulders against their resting place on the bar. 

Was the music really so loud he couldn't hear you.

"What?" You leaned across the bar again and turned your ear to hear him better as he leaned in closer to you.

“Let me take you home.”

You pulled back, eyes wide and your mouth agape.

Jeon Jungkook wanted to take you home? To his home?

For sex?

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t almost drop your drink as you became a puddle on the floor. Had he really just said that? What was happening? “Seriously?”

“Only if you want me to. There’s no pressure.” He held his hands up then pointed the drink. “It’s on the house either way.”

You blinked. How was this happening? Had you gone through a portal and found yourself inside a drama? You took another long drink as you stared at him. The sweet burn made your head light for a moment. 

Well… why not? 

You hadn’t heard the best things about him, but never that he was abusive. So why not while you had some liquid courage coursing through your veins?

Tanaaz had been encouraging you to get back onto the saddle. Maybe this was exactly what you needed to get over your ex. 

Yeah! Have a quick fling with the sexiest man you knew, regain some confidence and then get back into dating.

“Okay.”

“Yeah, you want to?” His eyes went wide as his smile grew. You nodded, beaming at his excitement. 

Who knew someone as devastatingly handsome as Jungkook would want to lay you down. Maybe you had been too hard on yourself. Maybe you really were beautiful. Maybe your ex really was an undeserving asshat.

This was like being in a fairytale. 

You grinned over at your friends who were watching you curiously. Tanaaz held her hands up in the universal sign of ‘what is going on?’ and shook her head with a shrug. 

Jungkook tapped his fist on the bar with a broad smile you were convinced could power a small country and chucked his thumb over his shoulder. “Alright. I’ll meet you at the rear entrance. My car’s back that way.”

“Okay!” You were breathless as you went back to your friends, finishing your drink in one more long pull as you went. You felt the fire of the alcohol warm your stomach as you sank down in your seat between Tanaaz and Eun-Young, letting go of a heavy breath you hadn't realized you were holding and broke into a fit of laughter.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Eun-Young’s cold hand was on your right shoulder. “Why are you so warm? Are you getting sick?”

“I’m going home with him.” You let out a breathy laugh and pulled a lock of hair behind your ear as you pressed your thighs together again. The need to be touched was crawling up your body and swimming in your veins. You crossed your legs tightly, shifting in your seat to satiate the need for friction while you had to wait.

“Oh shit!” Tanaaz laughed and clapped her hands as she turned towards you. “You are gonna have to teach me how you did that! I’ve been trying to get him for so long.”

Eun-Young huffed and tugged on your elbow to regain your attention. “You don’t even know him, Y/N!”

“I know of him and you two know him. If something happens, then you know where to start looking.” You subconsciously ran your hands over your hair, smoothing it down before opening your purse and searching for your compact. 

“The point is to not be putting yourself in that predicament! You just went through a bad break up, sweetheart. Don't rebound with a one night stand. It's not going to help."

"Let her have her fun! She's been through so much." Tanaaz watched you pat powder over your nose as discreetly as you could while she smiled proudly at you with her hands clasped dramatically by her face. “My baby’s all grown up and having one night stands. Remember to have him wrap it up.” 

“Tanaaz!”

"What?"

"You're such a bad influence sometimes. How could you encourage her to take such a risk? It's irresponsible and dangerous."

"Jungkook isn't going to hurt her."

Eun-Young scoffed and crossed her arms and legs, glowering at Jungkook with a shake of her head. "Maybe not physically."

"It's just a one night stand. I know that, Eun-Young. I won't get attached to him, but thank you for looking out for me." You shoved the compact back in your purse and checked the time on your phone. You offered her a grin you hoped was comforting despite your alcohol flushed cheeks. You put a hand on her arm and shuffled close to her. "You're a good friend "

"Just not good enough for you to listen to." She huffed again, but didn't pull away from you, instead twisting her foot to hook around the back of her calf. "Go have fun then. I hope I'm wrong about him."

"One night." You grinned and laid your head on her shoulder in a makeshift hug. "One and done. It'll be fine. I'll be fine."

"Yeah… sure, Y/N." She sighed but rested her cheek against your brow as the DJ announced the bar was shutting down. "Well, come on, T. I’ll drive. And you…," She sighed for the hundredth time and squished your cheeks between her thumb and forefinger until your lips puckered as she stared into your eyes, "be careful and have fun. Call me in the morning or whenever you get home. If I don't answer, leave me a message so I know you're okay."

You nodded and pulled away. “Yes, I will.”

"Have fun!" Tanaaz hugged you with a giggle when you stood then hooked arms with Eun-Young. 

You looked towards the bar and saw Jungkook leaning a hip against the bar with his arms crossed.

How was this possible? He was possibly the hottest guy in Seoul. He could have anyone in the world he wanted, but he'd chosen you without any flirting on your part. 

You'd just wanted a drink.

Within the next few moments that had spun by in a blur, Jungkook had you pinned up against a wall in the back of the club with his plush lips hard on yours. He took your wrists in his large, warm hands that were so soft it was like being touched by a flower petal then pinned them to the wall and pushed his knee between your legs until you felt him against your core. You moaned against his lips as you writhed against his muscular thigh, grateful to finally be touched.

"Damn baby, you’re all ready to go, aren’t you? I bet I could fuck you in my car right now, couldn’t I?" He looked down into your eyes with a raised brow and grinned when you nodded dumbly, your eyes unfocused with lust. "Good. Come on."

He pulled you along with him to a silver Mercedes and opened the door for you. A moment later, he was in the driver's seat, pulling you in for another kiss as his hand engulfed your breast and squeezed it until you moaned. He took your hand and ran it down his chest and stomach, allowing you to feel the well defined muscles that lay hidden beneath.

It was like you were touching a clothed brick wall. 

He continued moving your hand down until you brushed against his cock and gasped.

He was already so hard, you could run your hand along the entire length of him. You stared down at the outline of his cock and felt your mouth water as your pussy screamed for stimulation. You squirmed in your seat as Jungkook chuckled. 

"You like that, baby?"

"Yeah." You were breathless as you mindlessly stroked him through his pants.

"Want to play while I drive?" He brushed your hair over your ear and grinned when you nodded as you leaned forward to unbuckle his black leather belt and unfasten the button. He brought the car to life and twisted in his seat to look over his shoulder as you pulled the zipper down and snaked your trembling hand into his pants. He gasped when you gripped his cock and pulled it out.

"God you're huge!" 

He shifted in his seat and ran a hand over your head as he chuckled. "Can you handle it?"

You stroked your hand up and down the length, letting your palm rove over the tip to gather the precum budding there to use as lube as you stroked him again. You licked your lips and swallowed hard. "I'll try."

"Good girl." He stopped the car and gathered your hair up into one hand. "Gimme that mouth, baby."

Your breath was heavy and shaky as you obliged, nervously licking the tip of him before the sudden acceleration forced your body to jerk and you to take his head in your mouth with a muffled yelp. 

"Good girl." He pulled on your hair and guided you to bob your head on his tip as you hollowed your cheeks and wrapped your tongue around him the best you could. "Feels so fucking good. I should have known a mouth that sweet would be this skilled. It’s always the good girls…"

You had never really got a lot of feedback on your sexual talents. The guys you had been with were all finished within the span of five minutes and that had been the end of it. You figured you must have done something right if it didn’t take long.

It was nice to be told you were good at this. It spurred you on to bob faster and he rewarded you further with a soft moan of appreciation.

Jungkook's hand left your hair and slipped around your ribs to squeeze your breast until you groaned around him.

"Shit baby, just like that. Feels so good.” His voice was high as he whimpered and thrusted his hips up a little, panting as he did. “Can you take all of me?"

You slowly lowered your head down, fighting against your gag reflex when you heard his low groan.

"Come on baby. You can do it. Just relax." He squeezed your breast again and found your nipple, pinching it until you moaned around him as he slid in further. "Such a good girl. Take that cock all the way down your throat."

You pushed yourself to go as low as you could, groaning triumphantly when you felt his soft curls tickle your nose before hitting his warm skin.

"That's all of it babe." He sounded proud, if not a little winded, as you pulled back a little to breathe normally again. You gasped then giggled when he smacked your ass and grabbed it firmly. "Such a good fucking girl taking me all the way. Fuck. I want to pull over and fuck you right now."

You couldn't help but lift up, releasing him with a pop. You wiped your bottom lip and giggled lowly, your voice rough from your efforts. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. Almost home. I’m gonna fuck you so good." His hand pushed into your hair and guided you into a steady rhythm as soon as you tried to tease his tip with kitten licks.

You hummed around him and swallowed each time his tip hit the back of your throat. He stopped the car again and gripped the steering wheel with both hands as he thumped his head against the headrest with a high whimper.

"Fuck that feels incredible." The car slowed and came to a stop. "We're here. Let's go."

You giggled as you sat up and looked around, not recognizing where you were. You could see downtown Seoul shining to the left and admired it for a brief moment before he hopped out of the car, doing up his pants as he went.

He helped you out of the car, closed the door and pinned you against it, thrusting his hips hard against yours so you could feel the effect you had on him as he kissed you roughly. He moved one hand from your hip and slipped it under your skirt, allowing his fingertips to dance up your thighs until he found your pussy. He pressed his fingers against you and massaged you quickly, grinning when you gasped against him. He eased his fingers under the material of your panties and cursed under his breath when he slipped his middle finger into your hot folds and stroked your hard clit slowly, watching with parted lips when your eyes squeezed shut and your legs closed tightly around him in response. You gripped his biceps as he continued to caress you.

"Oh, babe, you're so wet and soft and hot. I need to fuck you." He bit your bottom lip with a low growl. "Come on."

He took your wrist and hurried you up a few flights of stairs and down a brightly lit hall before stopping in front of a door. He punched in a code and pulled you inside.

If someone had told you six months ago that Jeon Jungkook would nearly rip your dress when he pulled it off of you or that a loose string on his shirt would get stuck on one of his nipple piercings as he disrobed quickly so he could finally have you, you wouldn’t have believed them.

But there you were, watching him break the string to free his shirt from the silver piercing before wrapping his arms around your thighs and hauling you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. You panted as he pushed you up against the wall, your pussy clenching at nothing as you both looked down to watch as he sank his cock into you. You braced yourself against the dresser and cried out, tipping your head back and knocking it on the wall. 

"Fuck Jungkook, fuck! So big!" You whimpered and arched your back as he let out a growl when your nails dug into his biceps. “So big.”

"You're so tight." He clenched his teeth and furrowed his brow as he focused the way your face contorted with each stroke. "I'm gonna wreck this fucking cunt. Gonna ruin you."

"Oh god." You stared up at the ceiling as he continued to pummel you hard and fast with his cock. It was getting hard to breathe as he moved his arms under your knees and pushed them up to your shoulders and stepped closer, nearly folding you entirely in half, but the way he stretched and filled you just to the brink of pain was intoxicating.

He pulled you away from the wall, took two long steps to the left and dropped you unceremoniously onto the bed. You shuddered when your body hit the cold sheets and gripped your painfully hard nipples as he moved your legs to cross at the ankle and held them against his shoulder before he buried himself back into you. 

Sweat beaded on his brow and slipped down his cheeks as he gripped your thighs and held them against his shoulders, the tips of his fingers sinking deep into your flesh as he chased his climax, accentuating his thrusts with groans that gave way to whimpers.

You massaged your breasts in your hands as you watched him throw his head back, his climax caught deep in his throat as he struggled to smother the sounds you longed to hear.

He dropped down on top of you, panting hard against your shoulder, whimpering as he came down from his high and slowly pulled himself from you before sitting back up on his heels.

"Did you like that, baby?" He panted after tossing your legs to one side and falling to the other. You nodded dumbly as your pussy ached from his girth and the fact that you had been so close. So incredibly close it had taken you by surprise. "Good. Wanna stay or should I get you an Uber?"

You felt your heart sink as bliss quickly faded out into regret. 

Right. 

One and done.

It had sounded like such a fun time at the bar. You thought you could handle it. You'd imagined you'd have felt like a new woman afterwards and would waltz out of his apartment with a smile.

But there you were, abandoned again.

Maybe you should have listened to Eun-Young. 

Well, at least the sex had been good and scratched an itch you'd had for far too long.

Maybe you'd sign up for a photography or drawing class when you got home. Maybe you needed a break from relationships for a while.

You couldn't put your heart through this kind of pain again.

You sat up and covered yourself with your hands as you began to scan the room for your clothes, stopping with a gasp when you felt Jungkook’s warm hand on your back gently. You looked over your shoulder at him and waited for him patiently. 

What was this, then? 

He dipped his head and sniggered then kissed your shoulder before whispering against your skin. "You're supposed to say 'oh Jungkookie, I really don't want to leave, but I really need to shower,’ in case you forgot." 

You laughed in relief, shuddering at the feel of his lip ring caressing your skin. Maybe it was just a one and done but at least he'd decided to end it playfully instead of kicking you immediately to the curb. You leaned back against him, letting the heat of his skin sear yours.

"Jungkookie?"

"Yes. Jungkookie. Only you can call me that." He chuckled against your back then pressed another kiss to the top of your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. "Then I'd say 'come shower with me' Then I'd carry you to the shower and wash every inch of you until you felt like a new woman and then we'd go to bed where I hold you all night long and wake you up with some breakfast. I'm thinking.…" He rolled his eyes to the ceiling as he puckered his lips and hummed with a grin, "stew. It's a really good recipe that I mastered. It's the best damn stew you'll ever have."

When was the last time someone had cooked for you other than your mother when you went home to visit? If you were being honest, you couldn't recall anyone cooking for you. You smiled and looked over at Jungkook, when he shuffled to your side. You carded your fingers through his hair that laid in a messy array over his brow. "Stew is good. It’d be a nice way to warm up in the morning."

"I'm gonna go ahead and take that low hanging fruit." He chuckled and scooped you up into his arms as he walked to the washroom. "There are other ways to warm up in the morning."

You laughed as he sat you down and turned the shower on.

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The next morning, you woke to the feeling of a soft, warm hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, lifting it and turning you on to your back. 

You breathed in deeply and let your eyes slowly open when you felt Jungkook’s weight shift between your legs. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and watched his big form move beneath the covers as he sank down onto his stomach and kissed your lower stomach. You hummed a moan and let your head lull back and closed your eyes. 

He kissed his way down your mound and slipped his tongue between your folds, chuckling against you when you whimpered as his tongue eased across your swelling clit. You pushed your hands into his thick hair as he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders. 

This was a nice way to wake up. 

Tanaaz had once boasted about one of her incredible lovers who had woken her up like this. You had believed that things like this only happened to people like her: stunning, exotic, sensual, seductive. You had always considered yourself… normal. In your experience outrageously good sex didn't happen to normal people. At least it didn't in the movies. Tanaaz could be a movie star. You'd be credited as Barista #1.

"Do you not like this?" Jungkook's voice broke you from your thoughts and you looked down to find him staring at you with his face framed by the soft white sheets he'd gathered back. 

"Huh? No, I love this." You brushed his hair away from his eyes. "You feel great. I just can't believe this is happening to me."

He grinned and climbed up to you, hovering over you as your legs settled around his muscular waist. "Better get used to it, baby."

Get used to it?

As in this would become a regular thing?

He dipped his head down and kissed your neck as he pressed his cock into you, pushing slowly as you accommodated his size. 

"What do you mean? You want to be friends with benefits?"

He shuffled up onto his knees with a groan as you pulsate the muscles that held him tightly then started peppering kisses down to your collarbone as he went, inch by inch then kissed along the tops of your breasts. You arched your back with a series of whimpers as you felt the burn turn to pleasure once he began to stroke his hips against yours.

"So wet for me." He whispered against your ear and rested his weight against you. You raked your nails up his back, appreciating each ripple of muscle beneath your fingers and moaning at the feel of his growl against your neck.

It made your head swim in lust and your eyes grow hazy. 

He was gentler this time, going slower and not nearly as deep. It almost felt like lazy, sleepy sex. 

It didn't take long until he was grunting, his movements suddenly jerky then stilling as he collapsed on top of you, crushing wind from your lungs. 

You grinned to yourself proudly. You had done that. Your body had brought him such pleasure, he didn't have the strength to move off of you. 

Big, muscular Jungkook had been brought to exhaustion by your own little body.

"Damn baby." He huffed in your ear as he brought himself up on to his forearms. He rested his brow against your collarbone and sighed. "That pussy is addictive."

"Really?" You covered your face as you giggled, your face flushing as he removed himself from between your legs and off the bed then scooped you up into his arms, carrying you easily into the washroom.

"I might be able to do a second round in the shower, it's that addictive."

"What? Twice?" You'd heard people talk about multiple rounds of sex, but thought they'd been lying to boost their egos or lure gullible partners to bed with the hopes of impossibly good sex.

If it was actually possible, you were happy to be humbled.

Sure enough, while Jungkook was massaging shampoo onto your scalp with those strong fingers, he pressed his length against you with a chuckle. You gasped in disbelief as you reached behind you and tentatively rested your fingertips on him as though your touch would ruin the magic.

You slowly wrapped your hand around him and stroked him gently until he put his hand on your shoulder and pushed you over. You bent until the side of your face was pressed against the cold tiles. You held your breath as Jungkook positioned himself at your core and put a steadying hand on your hip as he pushed into your swollen and aching cunt. You whimpered at the stretch only releasing your breath when you felt the tops of his thighs against you.

"You're such a good girl." He put his other hand on your shoulder and began thrusting in quick bursts. "You're taking all of me like a…." 

He stopped and stood still when his phone rang loudly from the other room.. 

"Damn it. I'm late for work." He muttered and heaved a sigh before digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips and thrust quickly again.

It didn't take him long to finish with a growl, tipping over to rest his head against your back. The feel of his breath puffing against your warm wet shoulder made goosebumps flow down your arms and core. He stayed that way for a moment then pulled himself from you and turned you towards him, pinning you against the wall and kissing you hard, his lip ring sinking into your lip.

"No breakfast this time. I gotta fly." He shrugged and looked at you sheepishly then took his loofah from a hook around the shower head and drizzled grapefruit scented soap onto it. 

This time…. 

"That's okay."

He held the bottle out and squirted soap into your hand. 

Washing yourselves this time was awkward. Quiet and fast.  

"Are you going to be okay getting home?” He handed you a towel after shutting the shower off and stepping out. “Or wherever you're going?" 

You nodded, taking the towel and beginning to dry off. "Yeah, I'll be fine." Something nagged inside of you. Like there was something unspoken in the deafening silence. "This was fun. I mean, I liked… uhh…"

You covered your face to shield your embarrassment with the towel as Jungkook looked over at you curiously. His wet hair hung over his brow, skirting his lashes while his piercing peeked through. 

Why were you being so weird? Why couldn’t you just stay calm and be quiet? This was done. Once you walked through the door and said your farewells, that’d be it. When you saw him at the club, maybe you’d share a smile. Maybe Tanaaz or Eun-Young would need to order you your drinks for a little while until you stopped feeling awkward around him. You didn’t trust yourself to not fall for him anymore. 

Not after last night and this morning.

"Hello?"

You blinked and realized Jungkook was waving his hand before your face, a smirk lighting up his face and showing off his adorable bunny teeth. You flushed and shook your head as you bowed bashfully.

He chuckled and dropped his towel on the bar behind you.

"Cutie. I asked if you were going to the club later? I'm working there again tonight and I wanna see you again."

"Wait, what? This wasn't just a one and done thing?"

"Do you want it to be?" He watched you with a growing smirk as your mouth parted and you stared at him dumbly. "You don't know? I'm offended."

His tone was teasing as he turned and walked away, letting you watch his well sculpted back and ass sway as though it was perfectly normal to walk around naked in front of people.

Well, he had just fucked you… three times.

You blinked again and shook your head before following him into the bedroom. "I don't mean that. I want it again. Like really bad." He chuckled from the closet while you plucked up your clothes from the floor. "This is just… new to me. I thought…"

"There are a lot of rumors out there about me. I may not be as squeaky clean as my mom likes to think," he walked out of the closet fastening the cuffs of a white dress shirt that was neatly tucked into black slacks, "but I'm not a total cad."

"Why me then?"

He smoothed a hand over your cheek, cupped the back of your neck and stared down into your eyes. "Why not you? Why aren't you good enough?"

Your mind went blank at the question. You hadn't realized you thought so little of yourself.

He shook his head and pulled you in for a kiss. You melted against him, allowing your towel to fall to the ground as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He held you close and pushed his tongue between your lips, allowing it to dance with yours before his phone vibrated again. He pulled away with a sigh and stared down at your breasts, grinning as he shook his head and pinched a nipple. "Fuck, I wish I could have you again right now. You gotta get dressed quick. Sorry to rush you, but my boss is gonna beat my ass if I don’t run."

You nodded and tugged on your clothes as quickly as you could then followed him out to the door where you stepped into your shoes that had been tossed hastily on the tile of the entryway next to your purse. He watched you bend your leg back as you pulled your shoes on and tilted his head while the tip of his tongue skirted his bottom lip.

You slipped out the door when he opened it for you and turned back to him as he locked up and regarded you with a grin. "I'll see you tonight." 

You watched him hurry to the stairs with long strides, your eyes glued to that marvelous ass that made his slacks tight.

Once he disappeared, you drew a deep breath and made your way to the elevator, hugging your purse to you as you leaned against the wall and processed what had happened.

The girls weren’t going to believe this.

So! What did we think? I've never written a series before, so I'd love to know your thoughts. This one has been a long time in the making. I don't know how often I can update it, BUT, I have some of the next part written and a good idea of where this is going.

If you liked this, please like and reblog as reblogs are the lifeblood of Tumblr. Thanks for reading!

Blushing Restraints

Stripper!Taehyung x Shy(?)!Reader (f)

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Stripper!AU, Smut, Established Relationship

Warnings: Ohhh boy, lots of NSFW content! (Dom/Sub undertones - Dom Tae/Sub MC, Restraints - MC is tied up and blindfolded, dirty talk, sex toys (vibrator), overstimulation on MC, multiple orgasms, squirting yayyy) Not really a warning but aftercare too! 🌸❤️

Notes: From the Make it Rain series! This was a request technically from an anon for Tae, Pink, and Smut! I thought it would fit this couple quite well heh 😅👉🏻👈🏻

Find the Masterlist here!

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You’ve never felt so less in control of yourself… And you love it even if you’re a tad bit nervous. Tae and you have had an exciting sex life so far, of that, you have no doubt. Exploration had always been on the table with him (how could it not), but when he mentioned adding in some restraints, taking the lead, and allowing you to be completely submissive… Well… You we’re curious to say the least.

“How does it feel?” Your boyfriend has you completely tied up, arms and legs alike wrapped up in pretty pink ribbons you had picked out together, eyes completely covered with them too. You were a bit unsure at first, so Tae had offered the solution of something not so scary. The silk is soft against your skin, shinning in the dim light of the room as Tae appraises your naked body. You hum, pulling at the restraints a bit before letting out a sigh.

“Feels good. I’m good.” It’s his turn to hum quietly before you feel him settle himself in between your spread legs, hands drifting up your open thighs. You twitch a bit, not used to being unable to see him, but it is the slightest bit comforting to know he’s naked too. It makes everything so much more unexpected, and in turn, intense, but you want it that way. Want to experience new things with him.

“And what do you say if you want to stop?” You had had a long talk with him, figuring out what you did and didn’t like, seeing what the other person might be into. It was welcome though, knowing that Taehyung was more than willing to listen to what you wanted, to hear what you had to say.

“Red… or banana.” A deep chuckle leaves him, still thinking that your choice of safeword was rather funny. His chuckle quickly turns into a deep groan though when he dips his fingers between your already wet lips, fingers quickly finding your clit. He rubs the nub slowly, satisfied with every small gasp of pleasure that leaves your lips, with every breathy moan that comes out

“Feel good, sweet girl?” You whisper out a yes as he pulls back for a moment, only to return with the new sensation of vibrations against your legs. A gasp leaves you as he trails the vibrator up and down your inner thighs before placing it against your slit, again trailing it back and forth. A whimper echoes through the room as he continues to tease, allowing the vibrator to touch every inch of your most intimate parts.

“Want more, sweet thing?” With another yes, he places the vibrator flat against your clit, your hips bucking upward automatically at the sensation. He starts off slow, but its not long before it’s set to level two, and then three, and then you’re practically crying from how fucking good it feels, how constant the stimulation is. Not being able to take it away, not being in control… It’s so good.

“Are you going to cum for me soon? Hm? It hasn’t even been that long yet and you’re so worked up… You’re such a sensitive little thing.” You try to nod, but its probably more like your head thrashing up and down, fists clenching tightly as you pull. You can’t see, but you know that Tae has got to be wearing the biggest grin he could muster on his face right now as you cry out for him.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” It’s fucking insane how hard you cum, cunt clenching rhythmically as you buck your hips upwards. Tae doesn’t let up though, no, he keeps the vibrator in its spot against you, making sure that every vibration hits your oversensitive clit as your eyes roll into the back of your head. You try to thrash away, but a strong hand holds your hips down, keeping you nearly completely pliant in the middle of the bed, and you can faintly hear words of encouragement.

“Fuck! Ah, fuck Tae! Please!” A breathy laugh leaves the man, and instead of removing the vibrator, he trails it up and down your slit a few times, letting it sit against the opening of your cunt before putting it right back on your clit. You squeal loudly, the sensation of it too much, but he doesn’t seem to care as you continue to squirm around, again pulling at your restraints. The only thing he really cares about is seeing you cum over and over again until you’re worn out apparently, the evil man.

“Wait! Fuck, if you don’t stop, hnnn!” It almost feels like you’re about to explode, the sensation so strong, so fucking unescapable. You pull at the restraints, but they don’t seem to want to budge, and instead they keep you securely in place as Tae tortures you some more, pushing the want back and forth slightly. It’s building up again quickly, the coil in your stomach not taking nearly as much time to snap. You had used a vibe before but this… This is a whole different fucking ballpark.

“Tae! Tae, fuck I’m cumming again! Fuck!!!” You’re not sure if you feel embarrassed or not as a gush of fluid leaves your body, your orgasm so strong that your legs actually fucking shake. Bowing your back, you whine out Tae’s name over and over again before he takes away the vibrator finally, his soft voice calling out to you as you start to calm down slowly but surely. The blindfold is removed from your face soon after, your handsome boyfriend coming into view with a soft smile on his own face. Another tiny wave of heat washes through you as you look around and notice one of the blankets balled up and tossed on the floor, a few wet patches on it… Whoops.

You attempt to smile back as he unties each of your limbs, hands gentle as he undoes the knots expertly, but you’re so out of it that it’s hard to. As soon as you’re able to, you crawl to him, wrapping yourself around him like a koala, wanting to feel him against you. The man knows you love to cuddle after, and now he’s always ready to hold you close. Tae does just that, strong and warm and safe as he tenderly strokes your wrists first, checking them quietly, and then your hips before pulling a blanket up over the both of you as he whispers sweet nothings.

“You did so good for me beautiful. Such a good girl, I’m so proud of you. Rest up for a bit and then we can go take a nice bubble bath, yeah?”

rumour has it, i’m into you

—drabble, 4.1k words, fluff, dedicated to @tommosteps this is my hug for you, did i write this because i wanted an excuse to talk about how hot jimin is? no yes 🥲❤️‍🔥 (you’re not legally allowed to ask me if this was supposed to make any sense, asdfjghjk)

—gif credit to @/poemforsmallthings

(you guys are seeing this, right? like, i am in physical pain because of him. @ God, help me.)

. . .

Morning arrives with your head held high.

Groups of students line the lockers, chatting about the weekend, as you walk past them with two trays of fresh-baked brownies in your arms. Over your shoulder, a mustard hued Heinken backpack carries your remaining necessities for school, though nothing could be as important today as the delicacies you are holding.

Five hours. It had taken you five hours to pull your ingredients together, get your head on straight, and bake until you had perfected two glass trays of chewy, fudge brownies for today's backsale. Or in your book, the most important day of the year.

As a second year university student with two more years to go before the real world invited you into its clutches, the most vital event in your agenda is this afternoon. An entire afternoon full of chances upon chances for you to beat the odds and win the vote as the next vice-president of the school newspaper.

The opportunity is an ancient one written with invisible ink along the walls of the Aberdeen Gazette. Rumour has it that the president awards vice-presidency to whomever publishes the most articles in the Gazette throughout the previous two years; whomever has displayed the best teamwork skills; and last but not least, whomever brings in the most sales at the annual Gazette Bake Sale. Through the grapevine, you have heard this part to be extra special since the money pays for the current president to go on a trip abroad to cover an international news story. Obviously, whomever earns the president the trip is viewed as indisposible.

Which brings you to the root of your smiles and cheer this morning. Five hours baking and stressing is unimportant in relation to earning the spot of vice-president. It is a position you have been dreaming about since the moment you entered the university. For two years, you had worked tirelessly to provide well-written articles on the best and most boring subjects in and around campus. Everything from the hottest hangout spots, the Palestinian cause, the entirety of the global pandemic, as well as subject matter related to explosions in the chemistry lab, dreadfully dull modern society lectures, and when sales at the campus bookstore are happening.

For two years, you had worked and worked without complaint. Now, it is time to reap the rewards.

Entering the elevator in the student center, you settle into a spot in the middle when you notice two familiar faces pulling up to the closing doors. Immediately, you balance the glass trays in your left hand then reach over to push the 'open doors' button. The button lights up in bright red as you take a step back to give space to the couple.

The first pair of eyes you meet are a boy named Jimin's.

Of its own accord, your heart begins to race. It does that a lot--your heart. And only around him. It started sometime over the summer when you were moving into a student house across the street from his, and he and all his friends came over to yours to 'meet the new neighbours.' They claimed it was 'the neighbourly thing to do,' but after two of his roommates started dating two of yours, the lines became blurry.

The two of you don't talk much, but you notice him all the time. He never initiates conversation with you, but he somehow always finds your eyes no matter where the two of you are. The room could be as gigantic as the moon and he would still notice your presence and bring you into a silent conversation.

"Are those for the bake sale?"

The other person in the elevator asks you a question as the doors shut. Right. As much as you would prefer it, you and Jimin are not the only two people inside this moving room. His girlfriend, Andie, is here, too. At a mere five feet, it's easy to forget when she's in the room sometimes. (Or maybe it's just the fact that when Jimin is around, it's hard to discern anyone else's presence.)

"Yeah," you nod along, transfering the full weight of the trays between both your arms. One side begins to tip downwards, but Jimin catches it just in time. His fingers brush your skin causing you to hold back a shudder. His girlfriend throws him a dirty look which you ignore. Jimin is holding something, too. A small, brown box. "Did you bring something, too?"

Andie grins and reaches over to dig inside the box as Jimin struggles to keep holding it up. He breathes a short sigh of relief when she produces plastic tray of cupcakes topped with lavender frosting and white sprinkles. They look beautiful, and as Andie spins one around in her hand, she finishes by pointing it towards you.

"Have this," she says, smiling giddily to herself. "I have a feeling all of these will sell out before lunch."

Her confidence gives you motivation to say no. As much as you would love to cram the cupcake into your mouth, Andie is competition; and with all competition, lines must be drawn.

"Oh, no, thanks," you smile just as the elevator dings on the tenth floor. "I don't eat sugar."

Andie huffs and whispers, 'bitch' as you stalk off in the direction of the community room.

The president of the newspaper, Hudson, welcomes you as you place your trays of brownies on one of the many open tables in the room. A few other members of the Gazette are talking amongst each other. From what you can see, there are about three other items: scones, cheesecake, and granola bars. The members who made them wave at you as you walk over to Hudson and join him in conversation with his girlfriend.

"Good morning," you greet them as Andie and Jimin walk through the door. Jimin smiles as he passes by you, but you clear your throat and look away. He's someone else's boyfriend, YN. Get it together. To Hudson, you say, "How was your weekend?"

"Really great actually," he tells you as he slips his arm around his girlfriend, Kelly. She blushes as he plants a peck on her cheek. "I asked this one to marry me."

"Oh my God," you laugh, stepping close to wrap them both up in a hug. "That's so amazing. Congratulations!"

Hudson chuckles as he pats your back just before you give them their space again. He's smiling from ear-to-ear. "Thanks for being cool about it," he says. "I know we're young, but we're ready for this next step. Right, babe?" Kelly nods and interlaces their hands. He looks at you again. "Listen, I wanted to tell you that I'm doing things a bit differently this year."

As your brows furrow, you tilt your head to listen. "Differently?"

"I've already picked the vice-president for next year," Hudson explains with a grin. "The tradition of the bakesale is stupid, and I don't really care that much about going to Indonesia to cover the volcano story, so I picked the vice-president based on whomever worked the hardest this year, and that person is... you."

A ringing in your ears fights for dominance as you hold back a scream. Eyes wide, your gaze jumps between Hudson and Kelly to make sure they aren't messing with you. When you realize they arene't, you slap a hand over your mouth. "Really?" you finally manage to whisper after a few seconds. Tears spring to your eyes. The culmination of your hard work coming to fruition bends your heart in all sorts of wayward directions. "Hudson, wow, um. Thank you. Thank you so much."

The older man smiles and nods his head. "I'll announce it to everyone in a bit. I know it might tick people off since some of them have their hearts set out on the bake sale, but I'm content with my decision in picking you."

Taking a seat next to your brownies, you try very hard not to listen to the commotion Andie is causing behind you as she tears into her boyfriend.

"I saw you looking at her," she hisses at him. The back of your neck freezes at her words. She can't be referring to you, can she? "Do you think I'm blind?"

"I wasn't trying to--" The end of Jimin's explanation splits in the middle when Hudson gathers all the attention to himself.

"Good morning, everyone," he greets, using a booming voice which he is well-known for in the department. "Thank you for all your wonderful creations. This room smells amazing. I'm sure everyone will sell out in no time." He pauses to take a breath and then, he nods at you. Behind you, Andie indiscreetly whispers, 'what the hell?' "I know there is an old rumour around campus that the annual bake sale is the final determiner of the who will earn the spot of vice-president next year. However, I have chosen to do things differently. Based on attendance records, weekly meeting efforts, published articles, and general workplace relationships, I would like to take this moment to announce the next vice-president: YN YLN."

When Hudson claps, the remainder of the room bursts into applause as well. Although it is rather glum and a bit confused, it's present, and it makes you happy for yourself regardless. Elation fills your heart as Hudson gifts you a box. When you open it, a black, ink pen with the gazette's name embellished in the side stares back at you.

"Congratulations, YN," Hudson says, smiling again as he walks back to his post. Eyes dart between him and you, but you are hardly paying attention. The pen is so beautiful that you can't look away. "Have fun today, everyone. All proceeds will go towards community outreach efforts via our school paper. Good luck!"

Murmurs break out throughout the room as Hudson leaves the front of the room to find his post next to Kelly's cotton candy machine. It's the biggest thing inside the room, save for the fridge in the corner, and nearly cuts off any image of the tiny girl behind it.

A shadow falls into your vision. Hesitantly, you look up to see Andie glaring down at you with fury in her eyes.

"Did you sleep with him or something?" Her outright brashness spins in circles around your head for a moment before finally landing somewhere in the part of your brain which comprehends threats. Everything about the girl is threatening--from the way she looks at you to the way her lips are snarling like a lone tiger. "What are you playing at, YN?" Jimin steps in behind her, whispering a quiet, 'I'm sorry' your way, but you ignore him for the sake of the fight building up inside you. If the girl wants a fight, you'll give her a fight.

"Bold of you to assume that I would have to sleep with someone in power to win them over," you slyly muse as a triumphant smirk dangles off your lips. "I wouldn't dare copy your M.O."

Timing. Life is all about timing. The perfect timing leads to beautiful, unimaginable things, but bad timing... well, it leads to the complete opposite.

Right now is what you would consider bad timing. And also, a complete lack of intelligence on your part. One moment you are standing up for yourself and the next, you are being doused by a bottle of orange Gatorade.

The attack hits you out of nowhere causing you to nearly fall backwards as your body instinctively weans back. Thick droplets of orange liquid douses you from the tip of your head and down the front of your shirt. Scratch that. Your very white and extremely see-through white blouse which you had bought at Zara over the weekend for full price. And you never buy anything from Zara at full price.

Others in the room gasp as Andie holds the bottle to her chest. Her lips mirror the way yours looked less than a minute ago.

"Oops," she giggles, plastering on a fake pout. "Silly me, my hand slipped."

Head fuzzy and fingers trembling, your lips part to curse her out when hefty denim drops over your shoulders, instantly warming you up. The chatter of the other students, including Hudson who is stomping over, dies away just for a split second as you crane your head up to see Jimin behind you. The denim jacket you initially saw him in today is now draped perfectly over your shoulders.

"Thanks," you murmur, feeling your cheeks heat up a tiny bit.

On the opposite side of you, Andie growls, "What the fuck, Jimin? Why are you helping her?"

"That was out of line, Andie," he argues, genuinely sounding angry at his girlfriend. Every vibration of his deep voice settles atop your shoulders and cacoons you further into his jacket. It smells so good. "Why did you do that?"

By now, Hudson is standing next to Andie with a grim expression while Kelly asks you if you're okay repeatedly.

"Leave, Andie," Hudson bellows, and it sounds so scary that you can't stop your eyes from blinking twice really fast. Hudson is a pretty tall guy and when he stands next to Andie, he looks like he could crush her. A part of you wants to watch him to do it. Another part of you just wants to go to a bathroom. So that's what you do when you excuse myself and walk out of the room, taking Jimin's jacket with you.

Thankfully, the bathroom is empty when you walk in.

The first thing you do is place the jacket and your glasses on the counter. Then, you reach over to the paper towel dispenser and keep pulling until you have a stack of shame in your hands. You always tell yourself to be environmentally friendly, but you fail so epically every time. Is the world against your good nature?

Using the first few towels to wipe the juice on your head, you start cleaning up the mess on your face when the sound of the bathroom door cranking open wrenches you away. You turn around to see Jimin hurriedly walking inside.

"This is the girls' bathroom--"

"I'm sorry," he says, pain etched into the delicate crevices of his face. He looks it, too—sorry. Apologetic. The emotions are vivid on his external features. "I didn't know Andie was going to..."

He stops when he notices the Gatorade dripping down your right cheek. He hurries over and wipes it before the droplet hits your shirt. Though his touch is light, almost featherlike and abundantly careful, it heats you up so quickly that your skin begs for another bottle of cold liquid to be dumped on you. An endless drought is what you have just become.

It's crazy. His simple touch warms you up even better than his jacket did.

His eyes are creased as he whispers, "I'm sorry," again.

Butterflies begin churning in your stomach, and though you want to thank him for being so kind to you, what you end up blurting instead is, "I'm 'sorry,'" in a friendly mock of his accent.

Back when we first met, Jimin had mentioned, in passing, that he had only moved to the city from Korea at the end of middle school. Because of that, he still carries some of his original accent with him when speaking English. You want to hate yourself for being awful and making fun of the way he talks, but you can't help it. The adorable pout on his lips makes you want to do it all over again. And again and again and again.

"Are you making fun of me?"

A shrug, and then a smile. Jimin smiles back at you. So there you two are: two idiots smiling at each other in the girls' bathroom. "Maybe I am."

He scoffs goodnaturedly then continues wiping off the rest of the liquid starting to dry on your face. When he comes across your lips, he pauses. That one little stretch of time freezes you in place.

What is he going to do? You wonder to yourself, watching him as he watches you. Or just stares blankly, really. It's as though his soul has left his body.

But then he starts moving again, like the dawn of a new day. Instead of rubbing the paper towel across your face, he dabs the spots around your mouth and when time finally arrives to clean up that part, he is so gentle. His strokes are defined, and smooth. They make good on their promise to give you what you need and then so much more.

His breathing visibly stops when his finger slips off the towel and breaches contact with your bottom lip. The butterflies in your stomach whoosh up to your throat, clombering atop each other until it's impossible for you to suck in oxygen.

Energy buzzes through your heated skin. He does not move but you could swear he's closer now. Your chests are nearly touching. His fingers are everywhere and nowhere. And then, his thumb is stretching your bottom lip with gentleness. When he lets go, the muscle retracts, and naturally, your tongue darts out to lick it. His breath hitches.

Fuck.

"YN," he whispers your name so beautifully that you could cry. Sob. Hurl. Maybe a little bit of both. He shuffles closer. He meets your eyes. Falling, falling, falling. That's all you're doing as he peers at you. Worse, when he leans in. "I think I—"

It kills you. The thought, the mulling of such thought, and the execution. Every single thing about it all kills you.

Gently, you place a hand on Jimin's chest and push him away. "I'm not a home-wrecker, Jimin," you whisper sternly. The tip of your chin lifts as you look up at him. A thousand tornados swim in his dark irises. "Figure out whatever it is you have with Andie first... please."

The desperation embed in the plead leaves your lips wobbly and uncertain. The Lord knows that you are trying to be good here, but fuck, if he moves in again, you might just end up disappointing yourself forever.

Jimin nods, then takes a step back. Your heart shrinks. It shouldn't. Not when you were the one who inevitably asked for space.

He reaches behind you for his jacket, and just when your heart clenches at the thought of him taking it away, he covers your body with it again.

"Wear this," he says, smiling at you. He glances at your lips again and you bite them. He tries to swallow the groan low in his throat, but it fucking hurts him to do it when all he wants to do is let it roar. All for you. He sighs. "I'm..." A smile threatens to split his lips as he shyly looks at you. "Sorry." The thickening of his accent makes you laugh so loudly that the sound bounces off the walls. Jimin grins. "I'm going to figure it out with her. Can you... will you wait for me?"

A swift loop of your heart tells you the answer.

"You know where to find me, Jimin."

. . .

Less than a week later, you are freshly showered, hair dried, and comfortable as you sit in front of your small dresser inside your bedroom. Following the events of Monday morning, Hudson had democratically voted Andie out of the school paper by enlisting everyone in a group vote the very next day.

Some part of you felt sad when you received the news. No matter what occurred between the two of you, Andie is an insanely talented journalist. A few of the best pieces the Aberdeen Gazette had ever published were under her name. But Hudson had declared his decision final when you brought up the fact to him, and dismissed you from his office even when you told him you didn't care at all about the incident.

Thinking back to the event, you sigh as the mascara wand in your hand shakes. Maybe, if you push Hudson hard enough, he would budge today. Or you could even enlist Kelly's help. The girl is one of the shiest people you know, but she knows how to get through to Hudson better you ever could.

As you're contemplating how to approach the subject with your superior, the door of your bedroom slams open. A breath catches in your throat out of fear of an intrusion. But when you stand up, your heart booms for a different reason.

It's Jimin, and he's headed straight for you.

The mascara wand in your hand patters on the dresser, smearing black ink in wayrward directions, as the boy you have been dreaming about non-stop lately swings an arm around your waist and brings you into a searing kiss.

He plants his lips on yours so quickly that you gasp, but he takes it in stride. He does not miss a beat as he eventually wraps both arms around you and kisses you and kisses you until the need for air threatens to rip your lungs.

A goofball smile paints his lips in various colours when you finally get a good look at him. He's clasing your waist still, but his free hand reaches for your cheek. There, he breezes the backs of his knuckles across the warm skin, leaving it even hotter than before.

"Hi," he greets, utterly nonchalant, though he smiles like a fool. There is a glint in his eyes which pierces your heart the tiniest bit. "Did you have a good morning?"

"It just started," you croak out, blinking so quickly and trying to gather your thoughts. There so many damn butterflies. So many. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you." He pecks your lips then cranes his head downwards to see the makeup and skincare items lined up along your dresser. "Are you going somewhere?"

"To class."

He smiles, nods, then helps you settle back into your earlier position on the chair. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed closeby. It's close enough that your chair hides between his legs.

Without a word, Jimin picks up the discarded mascara wand and holds it up to your lashes. He inspects each of them quietly, then realizes it's your left which has yet to be painted. With practiced ease, he holds the side of your face and applies two coats to your lashes. The touch of his skin on yours heats you up everywhere—from the tip of your head all the way down to your toes.

"Jimin—"

"I broke up with her that morning," he cuts in, tilting his head to inspect his work. Once satisfied, he places the wand back inside the tube and puts it down on the dresser. He's smiling. "Don't worry, I'm not sad. We weren't going out for long anyways." His smile saddens a bit. "I never wanted to date her to begin with. But she asked and I couldn't figure out if it was right to ask you out, so I just..."

Nodding, you don't press him further. Mostly because you're not certain if your heart can take another bomb like the one he just exploded with his confession. He wanted to ask you out?

Jimin glances down at the fist clenched around two tubes of lip tint in your lap. He grins as he looks up again.

"Which one do you want me to apply?"

"You choose."

He coaxes your fist open then examines both tubes for a moment. Then easily, he picks the slightly redder one and throws the other behind you. It lands with a soft crash on the dresser, but you're nor really paying attention. There's just far too much going on in front of you to notice.

Quietly, you move closer to his body so he can apply the tint on your lips, heart thudding as you go, when Jimin surprises you by pulling the stick out and slathering it on his own lips instead.

A snort flies out of you as the red blooms.

"Come on," he jests, shutting the tube closed and tilting his head cutely. "Don't you need to finish getting ready?"

The decision to throw your arms around him is a carnal and elated one. He catches you so effortlessly, laughing and giddy, as you fall back with him on the bed with your lips pressed tight against his. He grins on your mouth and you smile back only for a second because there is just no way you are about to miss out on kissing him right now.

He gathers you in his arms and brings you closer to him, meeting your every fevered kiss with strength and desire. His tongue invades your mouth several times, and at one point, it even feels like he's feasting on you entirely.

It's perfect. It's him. And it's everything you could ever want.

. . .

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Superstitions

summary: There is a superstitious belief where one can never go directly to one's home after attending a funeral unless they head elsewhere before doing so. Why? To avoid a lost soul from following you home.

pairing: ghost!jimin x fem!reader genre: spooky szn au lol, sad and fluff

warning: mentions of death

You were never one to believe in superstition or fortune telling. You always thought these were barriers set to limit an individual from doing the barest of all bare activities. You plotted it to the government trying to stop the traffic flow in the streets when officials were in a rush to attend whatever function they had to be at even if it wasn’t of any importance or simply the elders trying to control teenagers from doing bizarre shit that could embarrass the whole family.

Tonight, you’re here in a memorial home to extend your condolences to your best friend who lost her cousin to a bad brawl that didn’t really concern him in the first place. It was a matter of the wrong person in the wrong situation. Sitting there beside her wailing figure, you guessed she had missed a number of days with sleep yet she never ran out of tears to cry. Apparently she was very close with him growing up. Unfortunately the two of you were never introduced to each other but here you are paying your respects.

“He had so much going on for him. He was always good at everything,” you friend utters as she wiped away her tears.

“I’m sure he’s in a good place now with no pain,” you tried to reassure her.

She sighs deeply and shakes her head, “I just..I wish it wasn’t him. It shouldn’t have been him in the first place. They got the wrong person, Y/N”

You didn’t exactly know her pain but you understood it having dealt with losses in your life as well. When she asked you if you wanted to come forward to the casket to have a glimpse, you politely declined. There were two things you were scared of – looking at caskets and ghosts. The fallacy of unfounded beliefs never scared you except for ghosts. No matter how crazy it is to explain how they’re not real you just can’t seem to get over that fact. It still scares you shitless.

“I’m heading home now. Let me know if you need anything and I’ll come back here, alright?” You gave your friend a tight hug.

“Okay, but go have coffee somewhere before going home”

“Why?”

“You know, so spirits don’t follow you,” she rubs at her arm knowing you wouldn’t buy it.

“I know you don’t believe in any of those things but just do it to be sure,” you nodded and made your leave.

Of course you didn’t follow her advice. You were too tired from work and only went straight here because you wanted to be there for her and her family and right now, beliefs have no space in your mind let alone energy to kill time you didn’t have for the day. As soon as you got home, you went straight to your bed and called it a day. Too sleepy to be bothered with taking a shower first. You had insomnia and found that exhausting yourself usually does the trick to catch on sleep.

You woke up earlier than your alarm clock so you decided to make yourself a cup of coffee to drink while you made your way to your condo’s balcony. Your peripheral vision caught on your new neighbor who was taking in the view with a smile.

‘So that’s what my neighbor looks like’ you thought.

He turns his head towards you, almost shocked that you were also staring at him. He nods coyly at you which you returned.

“Good morning,” you greeted him.

“Oh uh yeah, hi. Good morning,” he looked like he was stunned, his face painted a lot of emotions but mostly confusion.

“I’ve never seen you come out to your balcony,” you couldn’t help but say it. In your defense, you were kind of curious.

“I’m always outside, just not here,” he shrugs.

“I’m Jimin by the way”

“Y/N. Good to finally see you, neighbor,” you raise your cup of coffee at him.

You don’t know what was happening but ever since your small interaction with him, it became so frequent that it was almost as if part of your routine. On nights when your insomnia came to visit you again, you spent long hours talking to Jimin on the balcony. The space between your railings didn’t bother the both of you. It felt nice to have sensible conversations with a stranger. It’s also a plus that Jimin was funny. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Can’t sleep?” His voice catches your attention.

“Mmm, just insomnia things,” he chuckles at your response.

“I think you should see a sleep doctor for that”

“There’s no such thing as a sleep doctor, Jimin,” you laughed but he shrugs.

“Whatever they call it, you need to see one. Missing out on sleep is bad for your health”

“It’s fine I don’t plan on living forever anyways,” he frowns.

“Hey don’t say that. A lot of people still want to live, you know?”

You didn’t mean to make it sound so dark like that but you remembered your friend’s cousin who died tragically. Suddenly, you felt guilty with what you said.

“No, like, I meant living up to 60 years old or something”

“60 is a good number,” Jimin smiles at you.

“How about you?”

He didn’t answer quickly, he just stayed silent and looked sad. “I don’t really know where life takes me but I wish not too soon,” his voice was laced with sadness and uncertainty. “There are a lot of things I still wanna do.”

“Like what?” He hesitated to answer but you were all ears. “Come on, I’ve got plenty of time to listen if you wanna go through all of it one by one”

He sighs deeply, “I still want to travel with my friends or maybe go camping with them, I wanna have my own cafe, maybe get to know you even more if time permits”

You blushed at the last sentence, “We’ve got plenty of time, Jimin.”

Jimin just smiled at you, cherishing the memories of all the nights you both spent by the balcony. He was grateful that for once in his life he met someone as amazing as you. He even thought you’d make the perfect girlfriend if only things weren’t as complicated as they were.

“Good night, Y/N. It was lovely talking to you,” he smiles at you with sad eyes. “I’m gonna miss you when I move out.”

You frowned, “You’re moving out? When? Where?”

“I’m moving in there tomorrow. I found this new place but it's not as great as this one, there’s no talkative neighbors like you there,” he bitterly chuckles.

You wanted to cry because you had grown attached to him and all the conversations you’ve shared for the last four years. Not having Jimin waiting outside by his balcony to have another late night talk about the dumbest of things would feel like a huge shift in your everyday life.

“O-oh, okay. I hope you’ll like it there,” your lips trembled but quickly turned into shock when Jimin climbed up the railings to cross over to your side.

“Jimin–”

“Hi,” he flashes a boyish grin. He cups your face with both hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks. “Thank you for talking to me, Y/N. I’m gonna miss you”

You meet his gaze with eyes still glinting, “I..I’m gonna miss you too, Jimin.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tightly. Not once have you ever shook hands with him when you greeted him the first time or the rest of the nights where all you both did were raise glasses at each other, sometimes watching each other through squinted eyes as both of you danced like a bunch of goofs on a prom night – all your interactions with him were in a distance, within arms reach yet it still seemed too fat away from each other.

This is the first time you and Jimin have finally touched each other with no space in between the two of you. You pulled him closer, taking in his scent and warmth. Strangers come and go but Jimin was the only one who made a mark in your life. He wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you, making you giggle.

“This feels nice,” he says almost in a whisper. He looks into your eyes once more, “I always knew your eyes were a different shade of hazel”

“A different shade?”

“Yeah, when the sun hits it’s golden. When the moon kisses your face, it’s coffee with a hint of milk,” you giggled.

“A hint of w-what...the fuck?” You both laughed, still not breaking the embrace. “Uhh Jimin?”

“Mmm?”

“Would you like to stay over for the night? We could, uhm, cuddle?”

There was a long pause before he replied. He thought about it carefully before giving his answer, “Sure, why not? But I’ll have to leave early tomorrow so I won’t wake you up anymore.”

‘Well that’s sad,’ you mentally sighed but nodded nonetheless.

You curled up in his arms on the couch all through the night, surfing through countless movies from a certain ‘Best Films of All Time’ list you found online but only ending up watching three at most before you dozed off in the middle of the third movie. Jimin watched your sleeping figure, tucking away the stray hairs that curtained your face. He kissed your forehead for the last time before he slowly pulled himself away. Before he makes his exit, he makes sure to leave a sticky note by your fridge for you to read so you wouldn’t be too sad when you wake up without any sight of him.

You woke up to the sound of shuffling from the Jimin’s unit, ‘They’re probably moving all his things out now’

You slowly made your way to your door to take a peek. Your curiosity turned to surprise when you saw your best friend standing outside Jimin’s unit’s doorway, “Hey, Are we neighbors now?”

It was a relief to have a friend living next door again. You cheekily grinned at your friend but it quickly faltered when she gave you a confused look.

“I wish we were but I’m just getting my cousin’s stuff,” you cocked a brow.

“Cousin?”

“Yeah, my cousin who died four years ago. The funeral you attended.”

You were still not getting it. All you knew was Jimin was moving out to settle in his new place he says is nicer than this one.

“This is my cousin Jimin’s unit. I’m just here to help pack away his things because his parents are putting it up for sale.”

You stood there frozen, still unable to digest the information you just heard. Jimin was the cousin your friend mourned. Jimin was your neighbor who held you close last night. Jimin’s dead and it’s been for four years but you could’ve sworn you spent the last four years sharing drinks and stories with him every single night.

“I– I’m sorry, I’ll head back inside for a bit.”

Legs wobbled as you took long strides back inside your unit. Your hand covered your mouth in utter disbelief. How can he be dead when he spent the night with you here? On top of that, he didn’t even feel like he was dead. He felt like any regular person would; warm and cuddly. Your hands held onto your fridge for support only to slip, making a note fall off.

You crouched down slowly to pick up the yellow sticky note to read what was on it. Written in black ink were: Hey Y/N, I’m sorry if I’m leaving so soon. I didn’t want to see you sad again before I go. Take care alright? Love you :) - J

You couldn’t help it anymore. You bawled your eyes out at a loss that was never yours. A loss that was an open ended ending for the both of you. Your best friend hears your cries and rushes to your door, knocking profusely.

“Y/N? It’s me! Open up!”

You got up and tried to wipe your tears but to no avail; your tears were like raindrops, constantly raining down on your face. With bloodshot eyes and heaving breath, you opened the door and quickly hugged your best friend tightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Jimin he’s–” your friend looks at you worriedly until it finally hits her.

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes?” You sniffed.

“Have you been seeing ghosts again?” you shook your head.

There were two things you were scared of – looking at caskets and ghosts. The fallacy of unfounded beliefs never scared you except for ghosts. You were born with an open third eye and interacted with them as if they were amongst the living going on with their roundabouts like they did when they were still alive. You didn’t exactly know your friend’s pain when she lost a loved one but you understood the feeling of losing people; the ghosts you’ve been friends with.

When a lost spirit marks its fourth year anniversary of wandering the world of the living, their spirit just vanishes seemingly like another death. Out of all the lost souls that were once strangers to you but you befriended – all of them came and went by their fourth year – Jimin was the only one who made a mark in your life. Ghosts aren’t so bad especially when they’re the only friends you have left when everyone else is busy with their own lives but departing from them for good is what scares you constantly.

The day you tell anyone again you still see spirits will be the last time you’re seeing one ever again.

In The Night | jjk

pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut, yandere, thriller

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, stalking, male masturbation, female masturbation, obsessive thoughts, yandere behavior, mention of filming without consent, vibrator use, body worship, breaking and entering, use of “princess”, it’s hot

— synopsis: When you find out that the shy tech guy has been watching you at night, you take matters into your own hands.

Eleven P.M. on the dot. It’s almost time. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, nerves flowing from your toes to your fingertips. Immediately, you open your window just enough to leave a crack. Then, you sift through your dresser for something just right. Walking around in a bra and panties would be too obvious—you have to keep up the clueless act as best you can, but still be a tease.

So, you fish out an old shirt you had accidentally made into a too-short-to-wear-to-the-grocery-store crop tee, the graphic on the front more than halfway cut off. It’s perfect to show off the expanse of your stomach, which is key for what’s to come. Perhaps you can go with only that and panties—no doubt it would be game-changing, but you still grab for your heart pattern sleep shorts that do wonders for the shape of your ass. It’s perfect, and just in time.

Eleven-Ten P.M. He’s here. Adrenaline pumps through you at a speed incomprehensible, putting your heart to the test as you can practically hear it pounding. Remember, play it cool. You’re not supposed to know that he’s watching.

Yes, the hot, nerdy tech guy that seems to lose all collectiveness around you watches you through your window every single night. And honestly, you love it.

Of course, you’ve had the inner monologue about how it’s supposed to creep you the fuck out and that you probably should have called the cops by now. But that just wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

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