Hideaway (M)

Hideaway (M)

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Chapters

01: Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown (9.2k words) | read on ao3 02: How Sharper Than a Serpent’s Tooth It Is to Have a Thankless Child (13.3k words) | read on ao3 03: Love Sought is Good, but Given Unsought, is Better (17.6k words) | read on ao3 04: I Will Live in Thy Heart, Die in Thy Lap, and Be Buried in Thine Eyes (14.2k words) | read on ao3 05: And This Our Life Finds Tongues in Trees (11k words) | read on ao3 Total Word Count: ~65k

Drabbles

Epilogue 1 (2k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 2 (~9k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 3 (~5k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 4 (~9k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 5 (~11k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 6 (10k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 7 (8k words) | read on ao3

Summary

Only the respected patriarch of the Kim dynasty thinks you are worth anything. Despite his vision, the rest of the upper crust sees you as nothing more than your station, a girl borne of a family that only ever existed to serve them. Cruelly, the only thing standing in your way is also the key to your success: having to take care of a smiley, goofy, lanky, drunk manchild in ill-fitting clothes who just happens to be next in line for the throne, and who has just inadvertently kidnapped you. The next three days with Kim Seokjin will make or break you.

Excerpt

Mr. Kim stares at his son. You think you see a fondness in his eyes, but the words that come out of him are, “What the hell is wrong with my idiot son?”  He turns to you, and in the uncomfortable silence, you avert your eyes and fiddle with your phone. Eventually, you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, I-I’m not sure how to, uh, is that a rhetorical question? Because I don’t feel, uh, what’s the word I’m looking for, uh, qualified to, uh—” “Please keep an eye on him. My legacy is on the line.” You nod and have to suppress a gigantic eye-roll. You want to say “what do you think I’ve been doing all these years?” “Promise me?” Mr. Kim asks suddenly. Now, you definitely see a fondness in his eyes. He’s terrified. He’s pleading you, and you soften. “Yes, sir. Of course. What do you think I’ve been doing all these years?”

Genres: Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst / AU Businessman!BTS / Assistant!You / E2F2L / Flashbacks / Middle School OT7 / High School OT7 / College OT7 / Law School OT7 / Growing Up Together 

Pairings: Jin x Reader

Content Warnings: Soft smut, hard smut, strained father/son relationship, Jin is a manchild and your life would be so much better if he’d just get it together, but then where would you be, family trauma, bullying, teasing, some domestic violence, some references to physical abuse, references to and scenes of drug use, some kinky stuff, cheating, an icky instance with an unwanted advance, and just themes about expectations, general pressure, and anxiety.

Influences: Two Weeks’ Notice, Hamlet (honestly the whole dynamic between Jin and his dad is very Shakespearean), Succession (but only in theme), Iron Man franchise, Rory/Logan from Gilmore Girls, really into the whole rich boy thing this month apparently

Taglist 💜: permanent @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld | hideaway  @simpledomain  @impossiblytinytraveler​ @purplehearts1996​

end me, kind sir

Room of Mirrors

WORD COUNT: 3.8K

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, unrequited love, hidden feelings, kissing, SMUT MINORS DNI, house of mirrors, mirror sex, unprotected sex, lots of fluffy at the end,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

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Ten years was a long time to be in love with someone, even longer if you were forced to be that person's best friend for those ten years but that was your reality. It didn't matter how long you'd tried to hold back your feelings for Yoongi, with each passing day they only grew deeper and stronger. Even when you tried to pick him apart and find icks, it was damn near impossible for you not to be attracted to him and it killed you inside.

It wasn't just because he would never see you as anything more than a friend but because years and years ago, when you were both in college together one drunken Halloween night had led to something you were never going to forget. A night of drunken sex and no regrets on your part. You'd woken up the next morning with a giant smile on your face, rolling over ready to greet Yoongi only to find the sheets cold and empty with no sign of him ever being there except the dull aching inside of your chest as you realised he must have regretted sleeping with you.

After that night it was never brought up again, the subject was never touched upon and Yoongi went on like nothing had ever happened. As if you hadn't spent the most amazing night of your life together and he went back to being your best friend.

"I'm telling you, you're going to love this place. Yn and I come every year," Yoongi told his third date of the week. It was getting closer to the holiday season and so Yoongi was looking for someone to spend it with. You'd seen him do this every year for god knows how long, he'd find someone willing enough to spend the colder seasons with him only to let them go as the new year came around. Maybe it was because he wanted someone to cuddle up to at night or maybe he was just a player but you hated this side of him. Not just because you wanted to be the girl he took back to his place every cold night and cuddle with either.

"I don't really enjoy being scared," Summer shyly said as she flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and glanced in your direction. She seemed like such a lovely girl and you hated how jealous you were that it was her on this date and not you. You weren't exactly sure why you'd agreed to come on a date with Yoongi when you were going to spend the whole thing third-wheeling him,

"I can protect you," Yoongi smirked, grabbing her ass and squeezing it softly the mere action making you want to throw up at the sight of it. Couldn't he keep that shit to a minimum while you were around? The last thing you needed to see was the love of your life fawning over so many other girls.

"Yoongi, Yn is right there!" Summer gasped out slapping his hand away from her ass and moving away, You rolled your eyes a little trying to ignore the aching in your chest as you paid for three tickets to the House of Tricks. It wasn't even a scary attraction, it was just a circus house with different treats inside each room, your favourite place to go was the room of mirrors.

It was the one place that no one could hide and for some reason that really spoke to you. No one could mask their feelings because you'd see it in every single reflection you could see.

"Let's just have fun," Yoongi said as he stood near you, your eyes glancing at him before looking forward again. How could he do this? Bring dates along with you as if you were just one of the guys, did you really mean nothing to him? One night of fun for Yoongi and that was enough to determine you weren't worth anything more than his friendly side...Without even talking to you first.

"Yn, let's go to the magic show...We can leave Yoongi to explore on his own." Summer said, before you even had a chance to protest her she'd linked her arm with yours and began to walk with you in the direction of one of the rooms.

"I thought you were on a date with Yoongi." You mumbled trying to get away from her as quickly as possible. All of the girls Yoongi dated were the same, superficial airheads that didn't seem to care for you being Yoongi's best friend and would do everything that they could to get you away from him. Not that you blamed them, they probably saw you as a threat and thought you'd never do anything to jeopardise Yoongi's date no matter how jealous you were of him.

"Dante the Great!" Someone boomed out as you and Summer walked through the door and took a seat in the back of the room, watching the show-up front. A tall man with dark hair stood in the centre of the room, a top hat on his head and a dark rose tattooed on his left hand.

"I will amaze you with my performance," He told everyone but your attention was suddenly on Summer who was eyeing you up closely.

"What's Yoongi like? I don't want to date him if he's playing me." She told you bluntly, your heart racing a little as you stared back at her,

"He's-" But before you could speak she shook her head at you and gave you a pleading look, a look that could seriously come from a puppy and it made your heart clench.

"From girl to girl, please tell me seriously. Is he going to hump and dump?" Your mouth suddenly felt drier than the desert and you had no idea what to even tell her,

"Yoongi is great," You admitted, licking your lips a little as you tried to give yourself a little time to think of what you could say. You weren't about to intentionally ruin his date,

"He's sweet and he's kind, he might come across as a little...harsh to everyone else but he's," You bit your lip a little as you thought about him,

"He's incredible. No matter what time of day it is, if you ever need anything he's there for you. He'll move mountains to help you with anything you need and not to mention he'd climb through barbed wire to make sure you're never hurt." She stared at you, smiling a little as she listened to you talking about him but once you'd started you weren't sure you were ever going to stop.

"He makes you feel as though you're the only girl in the world, that no one else matters because he's there with you. And if you ever say something stupid he'll never laugh at you with it, maybe in the future when you can both laugh but he's never one to be cruel. Never one to be mean," You looked down at your hands, you'd never admitted any of this to anyone not even your diary got to see this side of how you felt about Yoongi.

"He's great, Summer...You should date him," You mumbled a little trying not to get carried away with how you were speaking and you slowly looked up to see her staring back at you with a smirk on her face.

"Summer?" You laughed awkwardly trying to get her to look away from you but she narrowed her eyes at you and shook her head a little.

"I should have seen it before," She told you as she smiled weakly, reaching her hand out and rubbing her thumb along your knuckles.

"You're in love with Yoongi, right?" Your whole world stopped as you stared at her, if she'd seen it so easily why hadn't he?

"That obvious?" You looked away from her, looking at the show as Dante made a rabbit appear from his hat before giving it to someone in the front row. Your eyes glanced back at Summer as she looked at you with a pitiful look on her face,

"Not until you started talking about him, does he know?" You shook your head in answer to her question and she sighed at you,

"Take it from someone who knows from experience. It's better to tell him than to watch him fuck everyone else instead of you." You knew that she was right but were you really about to take advice from her when she was on a date with the man you were in love with?

"But we had one night together, he left without a word about it." You shrugged your shoulders as she stood up, you followed her and made your way out of the room and into the hallway. Yoongi was waiting in line for the mirrored room and you glanced at Summer once again who smiled weakly.

"Look, from girl to girl. If he does that then he's not worth the time of day, but if your feelings are that deep for him, talk." She told you before hugging you tightly, Yoongi frowned from the other side of the hall wondering what had happened between you for this to happen.

On all of the dates Yoongi had been on or had ever bought you to meet you'd never once hugged one of them or seemed as nice toward them.

"Summer. I thought we could go into the mirrored room." He called out as she walked toward him, kissing his cheek softly.

"I'm not really feeling us as a match," She told him plainly as he stared at her. Not feel them as a match? They'd barely spend any time together for her to determine whether or not she even liked his hair cut how could she just walk off? He barely had time to protest before she walked out of the house leaving you and Yoongi alone together.

"Next couple please," The man at the door announced as Yoongi stepped up, you walked toward him before he walked into the room with an unimpressed look on his face. The door behind you shut and locked and you were left alone, just you and Yoongi and your 100 reflections all staring back at you, Yoongi wasn't in front of you and you weren't exactly sure which Yoongi was even the real him but he was glaring in your direction.

"What did you say to her?" He snarled making your heart rate rocket,

"I didn't say anything bad," You told him as you looked around trying to find where he was standing but he kept on the move, making you follow him as you stretched your hands out in front of you trying not to smash your head into glass.

"But clearly it was enough to scare her away." He growled out, he was sick of his dates not working out anymore. Now that it was closer to the colder seasons it was going to get impossible to ignore the date that was coming up. The anniversary of when he'd almost fucked everything up between you and him.

Halloween all those years ago, one drunken night and one you'd forgotten and he was thankful for. When he'd woken up the morning after he'd rushed out of the dorm room to go and grab food and rethink everything that had happened the nights previous. When you'd come to meet him you'd never bought up the night before and he just knew you'd not remembered a single thing.

Now every Halloween when the night would come around he needed a different girl to get lost in, a different girl so he wouldn't throw himself down at your feet and ask for another night just like the one you'd shared years ago.

"She asked me what you were like, I was honest and told her everything." You shrugged, it wasn't a lie and Yoongi could tell. Fuck, he could read you like a book and he hated that. You were everything to him and all he really wanted to do right now was throw himself at you and kiss you.

"She was boring anyway," He admitted, slowly coming out from behind you and holding your hips in his hands, the small contact sending shivers vibrating throughout your entire body. Your eyes locked with his in the mirror in front of you,

"Tell me what you said to her," He whispered, his lips inches away from your ear as you let out a small gasp while his hands slowly trailed the waistband of your skirt his skin coming into contact with yours.

"I didn't, she figure something out." Your voice was shakey, you didn't trust it not to crack on you as Yoongi continued to run his fingers along the elasticated waistband.

"Which was..." His lips slowly lowered until they were hovering above your bare shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as you realised you weren't going to get out of this one. Your breaths became laboured as he placed a small and gentle kiss on your skin, a whimper leaving your throat as you decided to throw caution to the wind.

"That I'm in love with you, always have been and always will be," As soon as the words left your throat you were suddenly span around and pushed up against the mirror, your eyes slowly opened to find Yoongi staring at you.

"Ever since Halloween 2022?" He questioned, it was almost ten years since the day and you nodded your head at him and his eyes scanned yours for any sign that you were lying to him.

"You remembered that night?" He sounded surprised which was confusing to you. Of course, you remembered that night. It was he who had decided to play dumb all these years and act as though nothing had happened between you both.

"How could I not? It was the best night of my life," You scoffed at him attempting to walk away but he placed his hand on the mirror beside your head trapping you between him and the mirror.

"I thought you'd forgotten...You never bought it up." He stuttered a little as you stared back at him, your eyes staring directly into his soul as you bit your tongue.

"Neither did you. I thought you regretted it," You admitted as his hand slowly moved to cup your face in his hands, running his thumb along your soft lip and shaking his head.

"My only regret is going ten years without another taste of you," He growled out, your thighs rubbing together as you felt yourself growing wetter at the thought of it.

"Every year was torture as I thought about Halloween with you," He told you as he ran his hand up your thigh and between the skirt you were wearing and your heart began to quicken.

"Yoongi," You whispered out, clutching onto his bicep as he let out a small chuckle at how nervous you suddenly were.

"We have all the time in the world in here," He whispered to you, already knowing that you were worrying about who could walk inside here but he was right. No one was allowed to enter until the two of you pushed the button on the exit door to let them know you'd made your way through it successfully.

"I need you," He told you as he took your hand and slowly placed it over his hardened cock through his jeans and you let out a little giggle that was like music to his ears.

"You did that all Halloween night, you'd giggle and I couldn't help but feel my heart swell for you," He told you as he ran his hands further up your thigh until he reached the black panties you'd put on that afternoon and your hips jerked forward.

"Please, Yoongi." You begged for something, anything, you just wanted to feel him touching you again it was all you'd been wanting for ten years.

"Ten years I've been waiting for this, ten." He told you as he softly rubbed his thumb over your clothed clit, your head rolling back against the mirror as you let out a strangled moan at his touch.

"Every year there was a different girl because I was terrified if I was alone I'd ruin our friendship," He whines out as he begins to pick up the pace on your clit, your eyes rolling back as you let out a strangled moan of his name,

"Now you're telling me I didn't need to worry about that at all," He tutteed a little at you, pretending to be disappointed as he pulled your panties to the side and sunk two fingers deep into your cunt. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, your hands clutching onto his biceps as he smirked at you.

"Yoongi," You cried out as he began to curl his fingers hitting that one spot that made your legs go numb and your whole world spin. It should have been criminal just how good he was with his fingers, you were a moaning mess in his hands as you struggled to stay standing up straight.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Yn," He told you as he continued to fuck his fingers into you, enjoying the sound of wetness as he thrust them faster in and out of you. Your head rolled back against the mirror as he bit down on his lip and did his best to control himself. God, the number of times he'd imagined doing this with you, every Halloween he'd wanted to take you inside of this room.

Fuck you in full view of yourself so you could see how beautiful he found you, to show you how much he wanted to worship your body and so you'd never forget just how badly he wanted you.

"Yoongi, please." You pleaded as he continued to thrust his fingers, your hips bucking toward him as you felt your orgasm ready to wash over you. He spread your legs further apart somehow hitting deeper inside of you as he continued to drive his fingers into you, your eyes rolling back.

"Cum for me baby, cum for me and scream my name." He growled out his pace picking up as your legs shook in place, your nails digging into his skin and causing him to bleed ever so slightly. Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned out his name, bucking against him as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave your whole body shaking.

"So fucking hot," He grunts looking at you, slowly retreating his fingers from you and sucking them clean all the while staring you in the eyes.

"Turn around and hike up your skirt," He orders as he quickly undoes his belt and frees himself from his boxers, fuck he was bigger than you remembered.

"I'm nervous," You admitted as your eyes met one another in the mirror and he smiled warmly at you, lining his cock up at your entrance.

"I know, but you have nothing to be nervous about," He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck as he carefully pressed into you, inch by inch giving you time to adjust as you let out a small cry.

"Fuck, Yoongi you're too big." You moaned out as he bit down on your ear a little, reaching around you with one hand and squeezing your nipple through the thin fabric.

"I'm perfect for you," He moaned out as he slowly began to withdraw from you, only to push back inside of you again, you were so fucking tight he could barely hold himself together,

"You feel so fucking amazing," He moaned out looking down at you as your breathing picked up, your eye smeeting his in the mirror.

"You're so hot Yoongi," You breathed out, your words giving him encouragement as he continued to thrust his hips in and out of you, bottoming out each time as you clenched around him.

"Fuck," He groans letting his head drop to your shoulder blade, your breathing is laboured as you stare at him,

"I'm so fucking full," You cry out, your hands trying to grip the mirror as you look at one another,

"M-Move, Yoongi...Please," You begged as he slowly began to rock his hips in and out of you, looking down at you as he held your hip in one hand and the other on the mirror in front of him.

"Roll...f-fuck, roll your hips a little," He begged as you began to roll your hips back to meet his, your moans becoming louder as you cried out one another's name.

"I'm so close, I'm sorry." He whined out but you didn't stop rocking your hips back to meet his, you were desperate for him to come you wanted to hear his moans, to watch him as he came for you.

"Don't stop then," You begged as you looked him in the eyes through the mirror,

"Cum, please Yoongi." You begged out as he looked down at you, his hands holding onto you tightly as he began to drive in and out of you, a breathless gasp falling past your lips.

"Yoongi,." You warned him as he hit that spot again and again, a smirk growing on his face as he continued to fuck into that same spot for you. The pressure continued to build at the base of your stomach as you whimpered, legs slipping a little but Yoongi held you tighter keeping you upright,

"Yoongi, Oh my god," You groan out as he continues to fuck into you roughly. Your orgasm erupts as you whimper, bucking against him as your entire body grows numb, your vision blurring as he continues to fuck into you.

"Oh fuck me," He groans out as he comes, his hips stilling as he looks down at you, sweat dripping down your forehead but you'd never looked more beautiful.

"I love you," You whispered as you looked at him, Yoongi grunted as he slowly pulled out of you enjoying the way you pouted and let out a whine of protest at the sudden lack of fullness.

"I love you too," He whispered, cleaning himself off with his boxers before tucking himself away and looking at you. Slowly he licked his lips as the two of you gathered yourselves up ready to go and hit the buzzer to get out. Hopefully the music out in the hallway had muffled the sounds of what you were doing, not that either of you really cared all that much you were never going to see any of these people again.

"Let's go back to mine, have a nice warm bath and then we can watch whatever movie you want." He suggested as you headed out of the house and into the cold night,

"Sure," You kissed his cheek softly very happy with how the night had turned around for the two of you. The two of you walked hand in hand toward his car, a giant smile on both your faces as you did your best to act as though your legs weren't currently like jelly.

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Bibliothèque

➭ “You are at the very top of your college cohort, an A grade student on the fast track to a life of success. You know the answers to everything, or at least you think you do. That is until you meet quirky genius Kim Taehyung.”

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut, fluff, college au, college rivals au, librarian!tae

wordcount: 15k

❀ 3 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀

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Amalthea || KSJ || Masterpost

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: Amalthea

Status: Complete - all parts posted!

WC: 40k

Rating: NSFW - minors dni

Genre: best friend's older brother!au, angst smut fluff trifecta

Summary: You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.

Warnings:  language, drinking, angst, time jumps, pov changes, this whole thing could’ve been 10k if i were mentally well, way too many deeply pretentious space references, kissing, explicit sex (chapters will have individual warnings), Jin calls reader “Beautiful” as a pet name but only like twice, Jinkook as actual brothers bc fuck biology!

Author's Note: thank you to @yoongiphoria @here2bbtstrash and @kookstempo for beta-ing. MJ you especially answered six THOUSAND questions about this as I worked and I THANK YOU 😭🥰

Series teaser:

There have been many times through your life where you felt like you were clutching Minji’s hand through the fire. 

You still remember clearly the way she’d bounded up to your locker, back when you were thirteen, squealing and excited because the most popular girl in your year had invited her over. 

You still remember her sobbing on your bed weeks later when it came to light that the girl - who wouldn’t be the last to try - was just trying to get an “in” with Minji’s hot, older brother.

“You know I would never, right?” you’d promised her. Stupid, at fourteen, not clarifying that you meant never use you to get to him. Stupid, because then you were sixteen and then eighteen and then twenty-one and then twenty-six and you weren’t sure what you had actually promised - had Minji heard it as I would never get involved with him? 

“I know,” she’d sobbed, reaching one hand blindly to clutch at yours. “I know you wouldn’t.”

And now you’re twenty-eight and the secrets you’ve kept keep piling up - each day you love him, another pebble atop the pile.

1. Asterism || WC: 9.5k

A prominent star pattern that is not a full constellation

2. Retrograde || WC: 9.5k

When a celestial object moves "backwards" or reverse of "normal" motion

3. Libration || WC: 14k

A slight tilting of the Moon over time that brings parts of the Moon that are normally obscured into view

4. Perilune || WC: 8k

The point of an elliptical lunar orbit where the satellite and the Moon are the closest

pirate/captain!jimin kidnaps reader and makes her his personal little princess, one dark and stormy night he comes to his chamber, blood on his hands and drunk as fuck, something shines in shades of green. he finally found that necklace he's been looking for years, he puts it on the reader's neck. makes her drink rum with him.

the emerald is so big and heavy on her naked chest, but jimin doesn't care. he asks the reader to ride him, she looks so fragile and tiny on top of his body. she doesn't have the energy (besides being forced to drink) to go up and down and jimin moves down her to make her jump. enjoying how she squeals from how big he is...

wrote this ask drunk as fuck 2 hours ago

this is the perfect request for jimtober 🫶🏻 ty, blue 🥹 ily more to come, guys!! working on it

☆ pairing: pirate!jimin x fem!reader

★ warnings: smut, implied kidnapping, dub-con.

The night is cold and rainy, a storm approaching, seeing a flash of lighting on the horizon. It's loud and angry, the heavy waves making the ship swivel from left to right.

Jimin looks at the green jewel sitting in the palm of his hand, fresh traces of blood staining the beautiful emerald. He hardly remembers what happened earlier in the evening when they landed on the nearest coastal town.

He knows he drank there, if the bottle of rum in his other hand is any proof of it. He's been searching for this specific necklace for a long time. He's only ever heard about it as a rumour, a treasure coveted by every pirate of the sea.

The satisfaction to have it in his possession now is exhilarating, and by the red fluid covering his hands he can tell he didn't get it without winning a fight that seemingly ended in a carnage.

But what wouldn't he do for his pretty princess?

When he arrives in front of his chamber, he unlocks the door, knowing he'll find you inside waiting for him. He gets everything all bloody, but he doesn't pay it any mind. The rain will probably wipe the stains off by the morning anyway.

As he enters, your head immediately turns around, shifting your position on the bed. He makes sure to lock the door behind him — he wouldn't want you to run away, just in case this silly thought passes through your mind again.

"My beautiful girl," he sings in a low tone, sounding sweet and sultry to your ears. He smiles, but you don't do it back. You only stare at him with unsure eyes, maybe a bit fearful, a bit hesitant to trust him.

After all, he took you away from your home and made you his personal plaything that he likes to dress-up in beautiful and expensive clothes he steals. He treats you like a princess, but his intentions are evil and selfish, not at all generous.

You're only wearing one of his white dress shirt, a little transparent, your cute nipples visible under the cotton material. You had sex last night — like pretty much every other night — and he left early in the morning, only coming back now, the moon shining in the dark sky.

He approaches you, the necklace secured in his tight grip. Your heart races faster when you see the blood, not wanting it on your body, staining your skin in someone else's tragedy. You back away until your back hits the wooden wall of the ship, eyes anxiously shifting between Jimin's hands and his face.

"I've got you something, come here," he softly orders, but you don't budge so he has to pull you over to him by your arm. You wince, keeping your mouth close because you don't really want to know why he's covered in blood.

You shut your eyes when he passes the jewelry over your head, feeling the heavy emerald press down between your breasts.

"Splendid," you hear him say. You open your eyes and look down, the bloody diamond sitting heavily on your chest. Jimin lifts your chin up with one finger. "Open up, doll," he instructs and when you do so he pours some of the rum in your mouth.

It burns your throat, the alcohol really strong, stinging your tongue. You swallow everything he gives you.

It's no surprise that you find yourself on top of him later, his hard cock in you. You go up and down with difficulty, totally out of energy, but Jimin forces you to keep going, bouncing on his length. You're really wet, his member sliding in so smoothly in your pussy without any restraint, surely the fault of the alcohol in your system.

Your shaky hands are placed on his stomach, using it to keep your balance as your ass comes down to meet his strong thighs. You look so weak above him, struggling to fuck yourself on his fat cock, stretching out your cunt impossibly wide.

Your limbs have no muscles, no strength, and yet, he makes you ride him until you can't no more. He likes to drain you out, see you small and trembling on top of him as if you're going to break apart in any second like porcelain falling on the floor.

Your eyes are watery, quietly sniffing as you whine, slowing even more your pace to Jimin's boredom. He picks up your hips and makes you jump on him by himself, guiding you over his stiff, engorged cock.

"Ah!" You squeak uncomfortably, frowning as his girth stretches you out painfully despite your wetness that isn't enough to make things more bearable to you. "Big, too b-big," you babble out, blinking repeatedly as your tears fall out from your eyes.

"Shhh," he tries to soothe you, pressing your hips down on him, pussy quivering around him. "You can take it, doll. I know you can," he encourages, but it doesn't really work. You don't understand how you still aren't used to his size after so many times. Maybe you just aren't made to be together, but Jimin will never accept to hear that.

He moves you up and down, cock entering and exiting your hole. He lets out a deep and elongated moan, feeling how your pussy tightly wraps around his girth.

"That's it, pretty. Continue like that, gonna cum," Jimin praises, his mouth hanging open to let out heavy breaths and groans. You look up, exhaling as you try to focus on riding him, little pearls rolling down your cheeks. "Pussy's so tight, shit."

A few minutes pass and you hear a grunt coming out from him, indicating he's near his end. You look at him and he looks at you, biting down on his lip as he starts thrusting up in you with force, making your tits bounce up on your chest.

"Jimin... Jimin!" You cry his name through his hard thrusts, snapping his hips up against yours.

"Fuck!" He curses out, filling up your pussy with one last stroke that makes your eyes roll back in your skull.

He cums deep inside you, painting your walls white. When he slips out of you, his sticky cum dribbles out of your cunt, but Jimin immediately penetrates you again to keep it inside.

He both lays you down on the bed, your back flushed to his chest as he stays nestled in you for warmth and comfort. "My sweet, sweet girl. So pretty and compliant for me," he murmurs in your ear, goosebumps appearing on your skin.

Jimin kisses your shoulders, your cheeks, your neck... He cherishes your entire body, showering you in praises and compliments.