230730 - JUNGKOOK @ INKIGAYO

230730 - JUNGKOOK @ INKIGAYO

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230918 - jungkook for vogue

Hehe I know I asked what should I post next but here I am again

inspired by lana del rey's unreleased song titled 'trash magic'. this deserves to be 20k but i'm not that bitch lol

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂

☆ pairing: dilf!jimin x fem!reader

★ word count: 1.9k

☆ warnings: smut, age gap (reader's in her early 20s & jimin's in his early 40s), somewhat non-con (reader pretends to not want it).

"Will you serve me lemonade?" He asks, his eyes lifting up to meet your malicious ones, looking at you through his square glasses.

You smile cheekily, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. "Yes, Jimin, I will," you respond in a flirtatious tone, voluntarily showing off your cleavage, breasts supported by the bustier of your sundress.

You're satisfied when you see him glimpsing down at your boobs for a short second, checking you out in public despite his many efforts to keep his perverted desires deep down inside of him.

His wife is just behind him, talking with the moms of the neighbourhood, having a conversation about their kids' dance classes or football practices. Though, Jimin is here, asking you to pour him a glass of the lemonade you've prepared with your mother for the day of the parade.

It's the hundred year celebration of your childhood town so you came back just for the occasion, but you won't lie a part of you was dying to see Jimin again.

Again after that hot, filthy night you've spent with him two months ago.

You still remember everything that has happened that day and whenever you feel alone, you replay the event in your head and touch yourself to pass the time. He's a married man, a dedicated father, it's bad — oh god, it's so bad, but you love it.

You serve him a glass of lemonade, a droplet falling down and you rapidly catch it with your finger, bringing the digit up to your lips. You lick the lemonade off your finger while intently staring at Jimin, this one swallowing hard as he watches you doing every dirty thing that crosses your mind to arouse him.

You hand him the drink and you of course brush your fingers over his on purpose. He takes it and pretends nothing's out of ordinary, pretends his neighbour twenty years younger than him doesn't make his cock hard as rock.

You have absolutely no right of flirting with him so lewdly while the whole neighbourhood is hanging around, chatting between each other, some indiscreet people eavesdropping on conversations that don't concern them.

But you obviously don't give a single fuck, so horny and ready to jump on Jimin the minute he's alone.

You get around the table that serves as your lemonade stand and approach him with a sly smirk on your face, Jimin getting uneasy at your presence.

You lean down to have your mouth right beside his ear. "You look even more handsome than you did the day that I left you," you whisper, laying a finger on his chest and descending it until you feel his belly button under his black t-shirt.

He looks to the side, making sure his wife isn't paying attention to him and luckily she isn't. He reports his eyes on you, rage and frustration passing through them. "Stop," he warns you, voice low and steady, but so, so near to break.

Though it amuses you, you don't like how he rejects you as if what happened between you two was meaningless — a mistake. It wasn't, it was the best sex you've ever had in your life, a night you will never forget.

"How do you spend your nights, honey? Still watching TV?" You continue to tease, taking his free hand, slipping it under the skirt of your dress.

"Don't call me like that," he tells you, growling your name as a warning when you pull his hand further up your skirt.

He can lie to himself how he wants, just the fact that he hasn't withdrawn his hand away proves he wants you as much as you want him.

"I just wanna feel good, Minnie," you say, pouting exaggeratedly.

He finally pulls his hand away and it breaks your heart a little, thinking you had him in your pocket, but Jimin has more control than that. He has a reputation to keep clean, a family to take care of.

"Give me your number and I'll leave you alone," you sigh, promising something you know you won't be able to follow for a very long time. It's all it takes to convince him, typing his number out on your phone and you save it in your contact list with a lot of care.

You haven't spoken to Jimin since he gave you his number. Well, verbally because you keep sending him text messages and pictures you know will linger on his mind for the rest of the night.

It's dinner time so everyone is gathering in Mrs. Lee's backyard to eat food that have been grilled on the barbecue by the grace of Mr. Lee, Mrs. Lee's husband.

You watch him from across the yard, anxiously looking at his phone when he feels the vibration against his thigh, indicating he's received a new text. He knows it's you, but he keeps checking as if your number will transform into someone else's.

You look through your gallery, wondering which pic to send him and you opt for the one where you don't wear panties under your skirt, pussy glistening in your arousal.

You glance at Jimin from where you are, giggling to yourself when he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He can't resist and click on your message, having visibly flushed cheeks as his eyes roam over the nude photo of yourself you've picked out specially for him.

You don't expect his eyes to find you, but they did, and he seems so fucking angry — he's fuming. Angry and aroused. How typical of him.

After dinner, you ask Mrs. Lee if you can use the bathroom and she kindly allows you to. You're thinking about sending Jimin a photo of today, showing him how happy you are to see him — you already feel the wetness in your panties.

Suddenly, the door knob is being turned, making your heart jump in your chest by surprise. The person on the other side can't open the door since you've locked it. Then, you hear violent knocks, the person clearly impatient.

"Unlock the door." Jimin's voice gets through your ears and you tense down, relieved it isn't a freak trying to barge in the bathroom.

You smile to yourself, loving the attention he's giving you right now. You knew he wouldn't resist — knew he wouldn't last long without feeling your lips smacking his own.

You open the door for Jimin and he doesn't wait to enter, closing the door behind and locking it. Your smile expands, heart racing faster. He wants you so bad and you'll give him every piece of yourself.

He towers over you, looking down at you like you're just a rock in his shoe — wanting to get rid of you as soon as he can. He says nothing for a long second, his piercing dark eyes never leaving you as he steps forward, making you step backward until your lower back hits the counter.

"You fucking brat," he grits his teeth, taking a firm hold of your chin. "You think it's funny, huh? You like messing with me, is that it?" He spits at you, so angry he could break your jaw in an instant. "You like to toy with me just for your own satisfaction..." He says in disdain, looking like he's completely disgusted by you.

He lets go of you, but only to slap you in the face, the rings around his fingers pinching your skin sharply. You place your hand on your cheek by instinct, feeling it burning and stinging, glancing back at Jimin with widened eyes.

You don't have a second to think before he clasp his hand around your jaw again, setting your whole body on fire. You're terribly scared, but also really turned on. What's wrong with him — what's wrong with you?

He chuckles when he notices the way you look at him, sad puppy eyes staring back at him with a real pout on your lips this time. "What? Thought I liked you, baby? Thought I'd like a stupid whore like you?" He mocks, showing you his pretty white teeth. "We fucked one time and you think I'm gonna fall in love with you? How pathetic."

You swallow the dry lump in your throat, feeling really embarrassed and ashamed. He looks at you one last time before he turns you around, pressing his bulge against the curve of your ass.

He grips your hips, growling at the sensation of his dick rubbing against your butt. You can see him through the mirror, smacking one of your asscheeks before he bends you over the counter, sticking your cheek to the marble surface.

You let out a broken whimper, a long shiver running up your spine when he pulls down your panties and frees his cock out of his sweats. He holds your head down with one hand, pushing the head of dick at your entrance with the other.

"No, Jimin, not like that-" you begin, but never say the end of your sentence as he slips all the way in your pussy.

"Shut the fuck up," he groans. "Take it, that's what you asked for, bitch."

That's not what you had in mind when you were sending those photos, but you don't dislike it. You've missed having his cock sliding in your cunt with so much vigour it has you drooling all over yourself and crying like a baby.

But he's also so mean, treating you like he wanted none of this, and yet, he followed you to the bathroom to fuck your brains numb. You're so confused, so heartbroken.

You clench around him and he groans again. Your folds glisten so much, Jimin's cock thrusting in you so smoothly, wet and creamy sounds coming from your pussy.

There's no way you didn't want this, you were begging him to fuck you.

And you'll take whatever he gives you because that's the only way you can have him. Just for a night, just for half an hour.

He soon cums in you, not caring about your pleasure, not caring about anything that concerns you. Maybe he should have thought about some protection, but you won't say a word about that. His mistakes, his problems.

The pressure against your head disappears as he tucks himself back in his joggers, catching the sight of his cum dribbling out of your quivering hole. He doesn't like you, but you sure have the tightest and prettiest pussy he's ever seen. So much better than his wife's.

You manage to pull your panties up your legs, wincing when you feel the material sticking to your lips. As you straighten your back, Jimin harshly grips your hair at the roots, his lips just beside your ear.

"Don't come near my family ever again or I'll fucking kill you," he threatens coldly and you gulp, nodding your head to show you understand.

He lets go of you violently, pushing you before he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with his cum dripping out of you. You let yourself fall to the floor, thumping your feet on the floor out of frustration.

You start to cry, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks and falling on your dress.

You won't give up.

He wants you, he wants you, he wants you...

I’m gonna miss you Yoongi 😭❤️