Dreamy [cr. Namuspromised]

dreamy 💫 [cr. namuspromised]

Jealousy & Parties - pjm

pairings: husband!jimin x wife!reader

synopsis: sometimes, your husband can get a little jealous.

genre: some fluff, SMUT

warning(s): unprotected sex, choking, exhibitionism (kinda, LOL), doggy, ass spanking, mature language (use of the word slut), dom!jimin, sub!reader, dirty talk, jealous!jimin, possessive themes (not in a toxic way!!! Jimin just loves his wife!!!), biting/marking, oral (m. receiving), cream pie.

word count: 3.3k

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note(s): okay listen, I've been getting waaaay too many jealousy dreams about the boys, so I wrote it. LOL. I really should be focusing on my fics (that are hopefully coming soooooon!!!!), but I couldn't shy away from jealous husband Jimin! Please ignore any mistakes... I didn't edit it this time LOL.

"Baby, are all the cupcakes set up?” You called to your husband as you dressed up Nari in her cute little purple dress. Thankfully, today Nari seemed to know it was something special, she wasn’t as fussy as she normally was when you tried putting dresses on her.

Today was Nari’s 1st birthday party, you and Jimin have been preparing for, for weeks now. You had made sure that all the decorations were made and hung up around your home, the arrangements for the cake was set, and of course, the abundant amount of gifts that you had bought for her was wrapped and set around in the living room. Jimin and you have strived all week to ensure that everything was set for her first milestone, and you both couldn’t be prouder of the turn out.

“Yeahp!” Jimin comes strolling into your shared bedroom; he sports a denim jacket, and his new hair; a shade of purple that matches the color of your own dress, while it contrasts with Nari’s plum purple. It was a lot of convincing for you to get Jimin on board with Nari’s purple themed party (he really insisted on pink, because he’s always loved pink on her, and you, but he was easily swayed when you had mentioned that you were buying his favorite chocolate cake from the bakery down the street), but like the loving husband that he was, he agreed uttering out “happy wife, happy life”, and here you were today. Ready to give your little bundle of joy the party of her life, whether she remembers it or not, most likely not, you were proud of the work you and your husband had put into it. You both could tackle anything if you both were able to pull this off.

“Hun, the boys will be here in a few minutes, I’ll just go wait by the door, okay?” Jimin jogs over to you giving your cheek a quick kiss, “look at you baby, so, so pretty, just like your mommy.” He tickles Nari, earning giggles from your baby, as she flails her arms reaching for her dad as he smothered her in kisses.

“Here she’s done, you can take her.” You say giving the squirming one-year old to your husband, “I’ll just clean up quickly and I’ll be down!”

Jimin coos at your little girl giving you a soft okay as the two pattered out of the bedroom, leaving you to quietly put away Nari’s pajamas. Your heart warmed at the thought that you and Jimin had been raising this amazing little girl for a whole year. You remember how happy you and Jimin were when you first found out that you were pregnant with her; the boys were just as excited, if not more, than you and Jimin. They were ecstatic to be having their first niece; you remember just how excited you both were when Jin said that him and Sunmi were pregnant with their son, Daemin. Because Daemin was the very first cousin, amongst the boys, he was ridiculously spoiled. You all showered him in many gifts, clothes, toys, you name it; he got it.

Then when you and Jimin were expecting, and when the boys found out it was a girl, they went ballistic. They gifted you many things, from toys, to dresses, to little shoes to match all of them; Nari received so much love from her uncles. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

“Jagi!” Jimin called, “Everyone’s here babe!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you closed Nari’s drawers, dusting off your hands and heading down to the party to greet your guests.

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“How’re you doing, Y/n?”

You looked beside you to see Jimin’s best friend out of the boys, Taehyung. If you were close to anyone in the group, other than your husband, it’d be Taehyung. Yours and Taehyung’s relationship is nothing but friendly, nothing more; you are married to Jimin after all, and you love Jimin very much and vice versa, anyone with eyes could tell that the two of you are smitten for each other.

“I’m doing great, Tae.” You smiled up at the curly haired boy, “How’re you doing?”

Taehyung smirked, giving off his signature wink, “Great, now that you’re here.” You both chuckle at his attempt to flirt with you. Naturally, Taehyung was very flirty, with everyone, so, you always thought nothing of it, plus, you’re his best friends wife, Taehyung would never do something like that to Jimin.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked as you watched Nari giggling on the couch with your parents, who came shortly after the boys did. Jimin’s mother and father sat next to your own, cooing and chuckling at Nari as they played with her. Jin and Yoongi were standing in the kitchen standing over the cake that they had picked up for you; Hobi, Namjoon, and Jungkook sat by the windowsill with their wives, talking in hushed whispers and sharing a few laughs.

“Of course, I am,” Taehyung playfully shoves your shoulder, earning a giggle from you, “You and Chim did a great job!” Wrapping his arm around you to pull you into a side hug, you peered up at Taehyung in fits of giggles. As the two of you were lost in your little world, someone cleared their throat behind you.

“Y/n, your parents are taking Nari tonight, figured we’d have a quiet house to clean up.” Jimin’s sultry voice fills your ears, except his stare wasn’t as soft and loving as it normally was. His stare was hard and he wasn’t focusing on your eyes, but rather, his eyes were zeroed in on Taehyung’s arm that was still placed around your shoulders.

“Hey Chim!” Taehyung’s boxy smile appears as he glanced at your husband, to which Jimin nods stiffly, not returning the sweet gesture, Taehyung immediately removes his arm from you, nervously coughing.

“Sure, bub.” You say, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him, only for Jimin to possessively snake his own arm around your waist, gripping it tightly. Letting out a surprised gasp at his roughness, you eyed Taehyung who’s eyes were now bulging out of his sockets.

“Jimin.” You hissed, suddenly feeling heat rush to your cheeks and in between your legs with his sudden possessiveness.

“You,” He aggressively whispers into your ear, “are my wife, not Taehyung-ah’s,” Jimin’s grip tightened around your waist, “seems like you’ll need a reminder tonight.” He bites the shell of your ear gently, before pulling away and giving you his genuine smile.

The duality.

“Yes, Jagi?” Jimin asks you, teases you, knowing full well what he just whispered to you only seconds ago. You were left gobsmacked as Jimin’s hand trails down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, still aware that Taehyung was in front of the two of you. You and Jimin were never to shy away from PDA, kissing here and there, but never has he publicly shown the type of person he was behind closed doors. It seemed too teenager-ish to the two of you, at least that was one of the many things you both had the same opinion on… However, it seems that tonight he thought otherwise.

“Uh-“ Tae chokes out, “I’ll-uh, it’s late.” Coming over to shake Jimin’s hand. Jimin gave his friend a tight-lipped smile, gripping his hand tightly, “See ya, Chim.” Taehyung pulls him into a hug, and your husband gladly returns it, patting his back. When the two pull away, Jimin held his eye disappearing smile, as Tae shifted uncomfortably in his gaze, before giving you a small wave and retreating back to the party to say his own good-byes.

“What was that?” You bit at your husband, who turned to you in confusion. Shrugging his shoulders, his smile dropped.

“Once everyone leaves and your parents take Nari for the night,” He steps closer to you, “I expect you on our bed, naked, and on all fours waiting for me,” His voice dropped several octaves, making you clench your legs together, “If you’re not, it seems I’ve been too lenient towards you, baby.”

With that Jimin pulls back, giving you a smirk and walking towards your guests that were packing up to leave, departing from you, his extremely frustrated wife.

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It had felt like hours.

Not wanting to disobey Jimin and risk getting a punishment, you were bent over on your bed, completely at his mercy, for whenever he decides to come back to your room.

After Jimin had left you, you followed after him to say goodbye to your guests, while Jimin didn’t seem affected by your encounter, you had become quieter, but thankfully no one noticed; except Jimin. While bidding your fellow family and friends farewell, Jimin had done nothing but tease you. His arm was always around your waist, kneading the flesh in the palms of his hand, squeezing here and there; his hand would travel its way down your back, landing on your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze when you were talking, causing you to gasp which didn’t go unnoticed by your guest; he would be chatting and laughing with someone while he smoothed your hair, roughly gripping it time to time, that made you squeeze your legs shut, to prevent yourself from dripping down your legs.

Your insatiable husband did not make tonight easy for you.

“Oh,” His sultry voice echoed in the room causing you to bite your lip as you felt yourself dripping onto the bed, “What a good girl.” You suddenly felt a presence behind your bent over figure, and you couldn’t help but squirm. Looking behind you, Jimin’s eyes were trained on your sopping center before his dark eyes trailed up your spine to greet your own.

“You and Taehyung-ah were quite close tonight hm?” Jimin traces his finger down your slit, gathering your wetness and rubbing it gently against your clit. You shut your eyes squishing your face in your pillow, mewling out.

But Jimin didn’t like that.

His hand roughly grasped your hair in a makeshift ponytail, and turned your head towards your left hand, the big diamond that graced it in your line of vision.

“Tell me Jagi,” Jimin breathes against the shell of your ear, “who’s ring is on your finger, hm?” Tugging your hair harder, you bite back a moan.

“Yours.” Jimin hums in approval.

“That’s right, baby. My ring is on your finger. You are my wife. You are the mother of my child.” Jimin grunts out his hand slithering down to your neck and gripping it; not enough to completely cut off your air supply, but enough for you to roll your eyes back in ecstasy.

“You’re so pretty,” Jimin mumbles against your neck, peppering kisses and sucking harshly at the junction between your neck and collarbone; your weak spot, that he knows all too well. “Love seeing my little wife so submissive for me. Just for me, isn’t that right, jagi?” No longer able to hold your moans in, you frantically grab Jimin’s hair, tilting your head to give him more room to plant more of his marks on you.

“Just yours,” You moaned, “Ji-Jimin,” You choked out as his free hand slithers its way to cup your mound, teasing his finger against your waiting hole. Whining in need, you thrust your hips in attempt to get his finger to slip in, but Jimin squeezes your throat harder.

“What do you want?” He growled, “I’ve been too nice to you baby, thinking you could get away with wearing a dress like that?” You could feel Jimin’s hardened length press against your ass, him pushing up into you; another one of his ways he’s been teasing you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t see Taehyung’s eyeing your tits,” Jimin continues to refuse you the feeling of his fingers inside you, only circling your clit once in a while, earning a groan of frustration from you.

“N-no,” You cry, “I didn’t, I swear—only eyes for you, Chim, please.” Jimin’s hand around your throat disappears and a sharp slap fills your ears and the sting on your ass causes you to yelp.

“You can beg better than that,” Another slap to your ass causes you to fall forward, “C’mon, pet, beg for me, or maybe you want to be left all alone and needy, maybe I should call Tae and see if he’d want to fuck my wife.” Jimin’s jealousy complex was shining through, and it made your aching pussy want him more.

“No!” You cried, clenching around nothing, “P-please, Jimin, want you—only you, want your cock in me, pl-please.” Your mind was in a haze, the only thought that you had was Jimin pounding into you and proving that his cock was what you wanted, what you needed.

Jimin coos, pushing your head down and the sound of him unbuckling his belt hurriedly, makes you drip in desire, “So pretty for me, baby.” You feel his fingertips trail your spine, a chill creeping down with every stroke of his finger, but before you could bask in the gentleness from him, you were roughly pulled to stand; Jimin’s hands gripping your arms and pushing you towards the floor-to-ceiling window that led to your balcony. Harshly spinning you around to slam your back against the wall, Jimin’s face was only centimeters away from your own. His eyes dark and full of lust, while you gasp for air.

“On your knees.” His demand has your scrambling to the floor, greeted by his thick member in front of your face. Staring up at your husband, Jimin cocks and eyebrow, “Well?” He snapped; rolling his eyes, Jimin grips your hair and thrusts into your throat roughly, not giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. Times like this you were thankful for not having a gag reflex.

“Fuck,” Jimin seethes through his teeth, hooded eyes watching you take his length into your mouth, “Who’s cock is claiming your mouth hm?” His hand grips your hair, shoving you harder against him, “because it sure as hell isn’t Taehyung’s.” Jimin continues his rough assault on your willing mouth, holding your head and pushing you down onto him, your nose brushing against his pubic bone. Your jaw was aching, but you couldn’t help but admire Jimin’s eyes that were shut in absolute pleasure; pleasure from you. The lewd sounds of your mouth taking his cock and his moans made you wetter than you already were; if that was even possible.

Jimin roughly pulls you off his cock, pumping his member in his hands before you quickly got up off the floor and pulled his lips to yours.

Moaning in each other’s mouths, Jimin’s free hand pulled you closer to him. It was the first time you two had kissed tonight, with all the teasing and the inappropriate touching, the kiss was what made you fall in love with Jimin all over again. It was heated, but the love and passion that you and Jimin have had through all the years, was always in your kisses. His mouth chases after yours as you lean against the cold window, as his tongue makes itself familiar with yours. Jimin gently bites down on your bottom lip, before pulling away, and turning you to press your front against the coldness.

“So pretty, so perfect.” Jimin runs his leaking tip against your soaked cunt, teasing you even more by pushing the head in, only to pull it right back out, and dragging it up and down your slit. “Such a good cock-slut for me,” He whispers.

“Chim-“ You choke, thrusting back into him, both of you moaning at the intrusion of Jimin’s tip in you, “Please, God, please fuck me, wanna cum.” You whine.

“So, good for me.” With that Jimin pushes his entire length in you, moaning at the feel of your tightness wrapped around him. Biting his lip, Jimin groans, “Oh fuck.”

“Shit.” You gasp, as Jimin slams into you, your chests pressed against the window, praying that no one walks by your house as his cock splits you open. Moaning out his name with each powerful thrust, Jimin pulls your head back with your hair, tilting it to give his lips access to your neck again, where he sucks pink hues onto your neck. His tongue travelling up to reach your cheeks, giving you soft pecks and breathy moans, that only spurred you on to grind back against him, needing to feel him deeper.

“Fuck, jagi,” slamming his hips harder against your ass, your forehead falling to press up against the window, heavy pants escaping your lips when Jimin’s hands ventures towards your breasts, cupping them firmly while he pulls you harder against him, “You feel so fucking good.” Jimin lifts your leg and propping it up slightly to angle him deeper, he growls at the newfound position, loving every second of it.

“Ji-Jimin,” You mewl, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach as Jimin continues to pound into you.

“You gonna cum for me?” He speeds up his thrusts, you could’ve sworn you felt him in your stomach, “Moan for me, Y/n.” And you do. You moan loudly at how Jimin fills up your cunt amazingly, the feel of his thick cock slipping in and out of you with so much ease, the way you feel your own wetness coats the inside of your legs. “Who’s name are you moaning, baby?” Jimin hums, harshly slapping your ass.

Once.

Twice.

“That’s it baby, cum around my cock. Make a mess on me—shit, that’s it.” Jimin loses his mind watching you shamelessly using him to get yourself off, he’s almost feral with how hard he sinks his dick into you, deeper than he’s ever been.

And you’re equally loosing your own mind, head absolutely empty—other that the thought of you need to cum. Not even a second later, you’re falling apart on your husband’s dick, whimpering, and whining at how he continues to fuck you through your high, your arousal dripping down his shaft.

“Jimin,” You whisper his name as if it were a prayer and Jimin gladly continues to roll his hips into yours.

“So, so good baby.” His hips pausing as he thrusts harder, nearing his high as you feel him twitch inside you, “oh sh-shit.” Jimin groans spilling his hot seed inside you. You bite your lip at the feeling of him completely filling you up, resting against the window that cooled you off after your intense activity. Jimin stays inside you, gently letting your leg go, and hugging you from behind. He peppers kisses on your shoulders and kisses just underneath your earlobe.

“Why were you so aggressive tonight,” You hummed now leaning back against him; Jimin’s fingers draw circles on your hips, still holding you against him as you two look outside and enjoying the gleam of the stars.

“Didn’t like the way Tae was flirting.”

“Wha-“ You giggle, finally allowing Jimin’s dick to slip out of you, the both of you hissed at the sensitivity, and you take his hand, leading him to your bed, “Oh, Chim… You couldn’t possibly be jealous of me talking to Taehyungie, were you?” Jimin pouts, slipping under the covers with you, holding you close.

“No…” He grumbles, nuzzling into your neck, “Not really.” You let out a breathy laugh wrapping your own arms around him.

“Chim, I married you,” You kiss his forehead, “I’m wearing your wedding ring,” You kiss his cheek, “and I had your baby.” You kiss his nose, “What have you got to worry about?” Jimin whines, tightening his arms around you.

“Absolutely nothing,” He sighs, “it’s not my fault you’re so hot.” He grunts into your neck.

Giggling to yourself you plant a lingering kiss on his lips, “You’re silly… I love you.” Jimin smiles lazily, deepening the kiss and rolling on top of you.

“I love you,” He repeats, pulling away gently before pecking your lips once more, “forever.”

JIMIN X BTS World Tour Love Yourself

cr: dwellingsouls

True Colors

pairing; dancer!jimin, non-idol!jimin x non-idol!reader, cashier!reader ft. kim taehyung + jung hoseok

genre; angst, fluff, smut, fwb, f2l, soulmate au

warnings; mentions of death, cursing, jealousy, implied non explicit smut, verbal fighting, pining more on reader’s end, jimin is scared to commit both to reader and of relationships in general, both are insanely stubborn in this so bare with them

rating; 18+

w/c; 6,058 sorry not sorry

a/n; super excited to add this one to the list, and as always pls like + reblog if you enjoyed. <3 feedback is appreciated! ty.

soulmate au masterlist ~ coming soon!

His blood ran cold. Whole body pulsating. His pupils were blown wide, shaking in their sockets. Tears cascaded down his cheeks relentlessly in rivers.

Mouth open in a bone curdling, shiver inducing wail that he didn’t know his diaphragm was even capable of making.

Heart clenching in a pain he didn’t know was possible….until now.

Sitting on his knees in the middle of a busy New York City sidewalk, clusters of people walked around him. Many looked on in sympathy, already knowing the reason behind the male’s emotional display. None envying him in the slightest, only hoping to never be in the same position themselves. At least, not until they were old and lived a long, happy, and hopefully successful, life.

He looked up at the once beautiful, clear blue skies above him that adorned fluffy white clouds of all shapes and sizes he realized he now took for granted. Then he bit down on his quivering lip, drawing blood that slid down his chin and littered the grey concrete sidewalk with little splatters around him.

And for the first time in seven blissful years, everything was a dull, colorless, lifeless, shade of grey.

Which only meant one thing.

His soulmate was dead.

2 Years Later

Hovering over your body, arms flexing from holding his weight over you, his body finally stilled in his actions. Eyes closing in reflex from the euphoric feeling that spread throughout his body, breaths coming out in shallow pants a hair width away from your lips, his hair cascading around him, slightly tickling your face, you watched him come undone.

An equally as blissed out look could be seen on your face as your body shook in spasms. Mouth open in a silent moan, you subconsciously started to lean up the little distance to the dancer’s lips getting lost in a post haze world of your own. Just as your lips were about to connect, his eyes flew wide open.

He pushed off of you in a flourish as if your body had turned into white hot lava. Nearly tripping over the blankets that accumulated in a pile around your bed during your hasty hook up, before being able to right himself. Immediately he began searching the floor for his clothes, not even wanting to stay there for another second. He needed to leave. He had to leave. Now.

You realized your mistake as soon as you almost did it. His reaction sobering you up instantly. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you scooted closer to the edge of the bed and let your legs fall off the side, feet hitting the cold floor. Cautiously, you leaned over to try and touch the dancer’s still bare shoulder. You could visibly see his body shaking a few feet away from you and felt a huge wave of guilt hit you.

“Jimin, I’m so sorry. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean too–,” your plea fell on deaf ears as he whipped his head to look at you, whole body closing in on itself as he flinched away from your touch. His eyes that once held a burning passion prior to your sexual activities that caused you both to stumble to your bedroom, now held a scathing look as his eyes narrowed into barely visible slits. His voice felt like you were standing under an ice cold shower.

“Do not fucking touch me, y/n.”

His words are what stopped you from moving at all. Silently, you watched him finally gather his clothes together and put them on as fast as he could, given the tight quarters of the room you occupied. In times like these, you wished you didn’t cheap out on picking the bigger room, but at the time of signing the lease you barely had enough money to afford the room you live in now.

“Please, Jimin. Don’t shut me out, it was an honest mistake! I would never intentionally–“

He gripped the doorknob with knuckles turning white, his back towards you. Head down, he slipped his shoes on and pulled open the door, stepping one foot out of the threshold before saying one last statement.

“There was one rule, y/n. Just one. And you were going to break it. Even knowing how I feel on the matter? I just–,” his words got caught in his throat as he tried his best to keep his rage to a minimum. He was upset, yes. But he wasn’t one to raise his voice at a woman. He was taught better than that. They taught him better than that.

“Just give me time.”

And then he was out the door. The gentle way he closed it made a whine begin to bubble up your throat, before you silenced it. You had fucked up. You had royally fucked up.

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You had met Park Jimin in a rather rebellious phase in your life. Meeting at a club meant for people to be able to escape the social pressures of the world to find your soulmate. One that’s sole focus was for you to let loose without a care, and meet people who shared the same ideals and opinions as you on the matter. So, there wouldn’t be any guilt on either end the next morning when you would inevitably wake up in a stranger’s bed and still see that dull grey in your vision. It was welcomed, more expected.

It was hard not to notice the skilled dancer whose moves outshone all others on the dance floor that night, eight months ago. You were with a few of your close friends, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok. One was a freelance photographer, and the other was a dancer like Jimin. Hobi, as you preferred to call him, knew of Park Jimin, who was two years his senior at the dance academy.

He told you how he looked up to Jimin, as well as others in the academy. For awhile, it seemed like he was really going to be someone, to make something of himself, he had promise. There was a scout that was going to be at their rendition of ‘The Nutcracker’, he was representing a very prestigious dance team that traveled the world with their art. Jimin’s dream, Hoseok said he told him, the night prior to the dance recital. He was nervous, but mostly excited. So imagine to his surprise when the next day, he just never shows up to rehearsals. Completely missing out on seeing the scout.

It wouldn’t be until months later that he would find out exactly why he never showed up. It was Kim Taehyung that witnessed his collapse that dreary morning, making his was back from a photo shoot he just got done shooting. Taehyung being the one to coax the heartbroken shell of a man that day to his feet on shaky legs. Ushering him into his apartment that was a few blocks down, where he let the dancer crash on his couch until he was able to think clearly again. Taehyung was able to get Jimin to tell him what happened before he fell asleep from exhaustion. Then the next morning when Taehyung woke up, he was gone. The only proof he had that he was ever there in the first place being the neatly folded up blankets and pillows stacked on the end of the couch. And a post it note that was stuck to a freshly brewed, still warm, coffee pot that was hastily scrawled that said ‘thank you’. After that day, he never saw the dancer again. Until now.

Having caught the dancer’s eye, within the span of minutes after the two finished giving you some background on Jimin, you decided right then and there, you were going to befriend this dancer. Always having this inner need to help fix those that were broken, as if it was engrained into your DNA.

Grabbing a hold of Taehyung and Hobi’s hands, you led them into the sweaty mass of bodies that still crowded the dance floor. You needed an in, and they were going to be it.

As a trio you started dancing, your body in between both of theirs. To others, it would’ve looked as if both males that flanked either side of you were yours. And they were, but not like that, never like that. It’s true, you might’ve released some sexual tension with the two men, both separately and together, but it was equally beneficial, and strictly platonic. In a world where you were destined to have a soulmate, you know you would survive if you happened to never find yours, because you had them. And to you? They were even better than a soulmate could ever be.

Jimin noticed you three, or rather, he noticed you. It’s hard to say exactly what came over him that night. Maybe it was the way he watched your body move so gracefully and effortlessly, or from the generous shots he received from other fellow club goers, but when he saw the two male’s put their hands on you? He saw red.

It made no sense. He had never seen you before, never even met you. Yet all he could think about, all he could feel in the moment, was that he wanted you. Not being an aggressive guy at all in his life, he still wanted to rip their hands off your luscious curves and replace them with his. It’s like his body had a mind of it’s own as he naturally gravitated towards you three, swiftly making his way through the bodies that still remained on the dance floor.

Giving the two men a side eye glance, noticing the dancer getting visibly closer to you, they took the hint and gradually let go of you, deciding to just dance together not to far off from where you were. As you swayed your hips side to side to the beat that reverberated from the floor, you held your hands up above your head, wanting Jimin to take the bait. He did.

Eyes narrowing in on the exposed flesh between your crop top and skirt, his hands found a newfound purpose. Not wanting to waste any time, any second with you, he pulled your body flush against his, his knee finding home between the flesh of your thighs, rubbing against your clothed core in a way that had your body shivering in anticipation of what was to come later on that night in the confines of your closed bedroom door.

Like a moth to a flame, he pulled you in with his burning eyes, and you had no chance of survival.

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From that night on, you two were seemingly inseparable. But you both agreed, your relationship was strictly friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. He also had one very important rule. In fact, it was the only rule.

No kissing.

If that line were to ever be crossed, your unspoken contract would end.

You never found out exactly why he was so adamant on it being a rule, not really caring to ask with the way he made your body sing with his skilled hands and equally as skilled, very flexible, body.

But now? As you watched his body disappear into the crowds of New York from your bedroom window, walking away at break neck speed, to get away from you, you wish you knew.

Well, you can’t say you didn’t have an inkling of an idea as to why he lived life that way. There was no other explanation other than the undeniable fact that when two people kissed, there was a possibility that they could be your soulmate. And your once dull and colorless life would be renewed and rejuvenated. The world around you would come alive in various colors you’ve only ever read about in textbooks, having not been able to see for yourself with your own two eyes due to the simple fact that you have yet to find said soulmate. Having kissed both Taehyung and Hobi, you already knew it wasn’t either of them, so you were basically shit out of luck.

It’s not that you didn’t believe in them, you just weren’t as uptight as most people about finding them. If it’s meant to be anyways, why bother going out of your way to find them? It’ll happen when it’s meant too, was your life philosophy. Which is why you lived life the way you did, and went to clubs that were considered as taboo for most people of society. Though another thing was that you never cared what people thought of you. Cause those who mind, don’t matter, and those who matter, don’t mind.

Your doorbell ringing is what signaled you that someone was at your door. Opening the door that Jimin just walked out of not too long ago, you knew it wouldn’t have been him. His pride would never let him. No, it was your platonic soulmates, Taehyung and Hobi, who stood at your front door with wide smiles and bags of your favorite food. Yet another reason as to why they just had to be your soulmates. It’s like they always knew when you needed them.

So when they saw you, silent tears streaming down your cheeks, they coo’ed at you with empathy and understanding, having passed up the dancer on their way up the stairs to your apartment. Stepping through the doorway, they shut the door behind them gently, which made you let out a broken whimper at the action that further reminded you of Jimin. Hobi set the bags he was holding on the floor and enveloped you into his warm, and safe, arms. Taehyung rubbed your back in solidarity and kissed the top of your head. It was in that moment, you knew you would be okay, no matter what happened.

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It wouldn’t be until three months later that you saw the dancer again. Though, if it was up to him, it would’ve been much longer. However, he didn’t expect to be seeing you behind the counter at one of his favorite corner stores he frequently went to, being close to his apartment and all. During said months, he was able to get your image out of his mind long enough to focus back on his dance studies. Something he’s been wanting to get back to, ever since you helped him regain his confidence back. All those late nights in a random dance studio that allowed him to practice, as you watched from your view on the floor, content. Head swaying side to side to the music of choice, which was often some composer of classical music. Not that you minded, it was soothing. The complete opposite of what Hobi would be dancing too, which normally consisted of some kind of hip hop, or rap.

You were having a good night so far, having just started your night shift a couple of hours ago. The floor was spotless, the shelves were stacked, the windows were shiny. It was a slow work day, one that let you get a lot done, for once, since you started this job two weeks ago.

Your back was to the counter, hair up in a high ponytail that was haphazardly thrown up, stray baby hairs sticking out in random directions. Restocking the cigarettes always took the longest, it seemed like. Never realizing just exactly how much people liked placing the cancer sticks, as you liked to call them, between their lips on a daily basis. Losing the only parent you ever knew when you were twenty to the horrible disease. Your dad. Mom having split not too long after you were born, not yet ready to give up the party life and her youth for you.

With an inward grimace, you were just about to place the last box in it's position on the shelf when a throat clearing could be heard from behind you. Turning around with an apology ready to spew from your lips, you stopped mid turn when you locked eyes with the customer in front of you on the other side of the counter. Eyes you haven't seen in three months.

It was Jimin.

His eyes widening upon realization that he was staring into yours, had his mouth open in an awkward attempt at something, anything, he could say to you. But nothing came out. Instead, it was you who broke the silence. Resolving to sticking to work mode, you let out the normal spiel of a cashier that worked at a hole in the wall corner store.

"Will that be all for you today, sir?" you spoke in a professional, and equally as fake manner. Refusing to break eye contact with the male first, already having glanced at what brought him into your work.

Condoms. It was a fucking box of XL condoms.

Fitting for his size, you were very intimately aware of being correct. Knowing that most men, or boys, who chose this size was probably lying out of their ass. Some even going so far as to use it as an attempt at a pick up line to get you to go on a date with them. Rather than show face on what you really thought of them, much like you're currently doing with Jimin, you once again chose to stay in work mode. Good to know he has no qualms with finding someone else to satisfy his needs. You not being so lucky in the matter, not having been with anyone since him. Not even your platonic soulmates who you know wouldn't mind helping you out. It's like your body wouldn't let you. You physically feeling ill at the thought of sharing your bed, your body with someone else who wasn't Jimin. Like it was wrong.

"Wait, I–this isn't what it looks like, I swear, y/n." He doesn't know why he felt the need to try and explain himself to you. Someone who was no more than a person willing to share their body with him. Nothing serious, just a fling. Or, so he thought. His mind and heart telling him otherwise.

"Have a good day, sir. Please, come again." you said in a monotone voice. No fake smile, no fake customer voice. You didn't even give him the luxury of the chance to explain. Turning your back on the dancer, you resumed your work responsibilities. Jimin stared at your back, just standing there for a moment, waiting to see if you would miraculously turn back around. But alas, his waiting was futile. Sighing quietly in defeat, he grabbed the box of condoms off the counter and dejectedly walked out the automatic doors. Shoving the box of condoms into his friend, Jungkook's, waiting hands, he brushed past his shoulder harshly and stuck his hands in his coat pockets. Ultimately, deciding to just make the trek back home, his night out with friends now ruined by your insinuation.

Unbeknownst to you, he hasn’t been with anyone since either.

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Despite your body's feelings towards having sex with someone who wasn't Jimin, you were determined to now find someone, anyone, to help take your mind off him. Arriving to your destination of choice as soon as you got off work, you knocked loudly on the apartment door. Taehyung answered with a wide smile on his face, his hair was wet, probably from the shower he just took. His chest was bare, water droplets still sliding down his abs that led to his happy trail. Said trail leading to what you really came for, hidden beneath the fabric of his grey sweatpants that hung loosely around his hips. Licking your lips in anticipation, you locked eyes with Taehyung and walked into his apartment, shutting the door behind you. He immediately knew what you came here for, having a sixth sense for what you needed, or rather what your body needed, over the years of knowing you. His smile turned into a serious face, one full of determination to make you feel better, and a hint of lust.

He led you to the couch that sit in the middle of the living room. You sat down, legs opening in anticipation of what was to come. The way he now kneeled in between your legs, gently opening them wider with his large hands that were now placed on the tops of your thighs, right underneath the skirt you were wearing, made you mewl softly.

"Please." you whispered softly, eyes tearing up.

He softly shushed you, giving you a small smile of understanding. Fingertips brushing against the waistband of your underwear, he slid the flimsy material down your legs slowly, and let it fall somewhere on the ground beside him. Rubbing the tops of your thighs in circles soothingly, he placed gentle kisses on the inside of each of your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you needed him most.

As soon as his tongue lapped at your core, you threw your head back against the couch, mouth open in a soft moan. Your hands naturally went to grab onto random tufts of his hair, tugging him closer to you.

And for the first time in months, you were able to just let go.

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The next morning, you were rubbing your eyes to get rid of the remaining sleep in them. Only wearing one of Taehyung's large, long band t-shirts, you thoughtlessly walked into the kitchen where you could smell the lingering scent of breakfast being made. Having expected you two to be alone, you thought you would make a cheeky statement about your activities from last night. They always made him laugh, and swell with pride.

"Taehyung, I swear to all that is holy, last night was probably the best sex I've had in months. That new tongue technique of yours really worked wond-," you're cheeky rant was cut off by the loud gasp you made entering the kitchen fully. Face flushing in embarrassment, you stood stiffly.

Why the fuck was Park Jimin sitting at the kitchen table?

Taehyung loudly cleared his throat, giving you an 'I'm so sorry, please don't hate me' look.

Jimin only kept his eyes downcast on his food, eating in careful bites. He didn't say a word. Didn't even acknowledge when you so obviously walked into the room.

Sucking your bottom teeth in between your teeth, you walked over to Taehyung and yanked him by his arm into the living room.

"What the fuck?!" you whisper yelled at him.

"I swear to you, y/n. I swear–" He emphasized to you, voice low so as their guest of honor doesn't hear his balls drop to the floor. Holding his hands up in defense he explained, "That I did not know he was coming over. He showed up at my door! I didn't even know he remembered where I lived!"

Grunting in response to his explanation, your hands gripped the side of your head in frustration. Because of course, the one night you finally decided to have arguably some of the best sex of your life, does the sole reason it even happened just happen to waltz back into your life through one of your best friend's front door.

"Maybe this could be a good thing, yeah?" he tried rationalizing the situation. "You were just telling me last night how much you missed him, how much he made you feel. And trust me when I say, those months you two were somewhat together in all your weird glory was the happiest I've seen you since your dad passed away. And that's saying something, y/n. That means something." he plead with you, hoping to get through that thick, stubborn, head of yours.

Your eyes immediately started tearing up at the mention of your father, lip quivering. Suddenly, you felt small, or well, more small compared to the towering height Taehyung had over you, but that's not the point right now. The point is, you've never been one to back down first from a fight. You hated showing weakness. And walking back into that kitchen to confront the man that hasn't left your mind since you met him at that club almost eleven months ago, now? Seemed nearly impossible.

Taehyung could see the gears in your head turning, his hopes were high that you would finally see from his point of view. But boy was he wrong. He was terribly wrong. Instead of a face of clarity, you wore one of fear, of sheer terror. A face he never hopes to see again in his lifetime, least of all on yours.

You were going to run, he knew it. But before he could stop you, you were already halfway through the living room. Not having any other thought in your head other than to just get the hell out of there, you made the fateful mistake of not realizing you needed to go through the kitchen first in order to get to the front door.

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Jimin tried so hard not to eavesdrop. He really did. But curiosity killed the cat, as they say. When he heard what Taehyung said to you, and more importantly, what you didn't say, but rather showed with your facial expressions, is when he decided he needed to push aside his pride for once in his life if it meant keeping you in his.

That, and, the fact that you were half naked and he wasn't about to let you run the streets of New York in your current attire and risk some sleaze ball taking advantage of you. Nope, not on his watch. Not ever.

Due to the blessings of his graceful dancing skills, he was able to slide right in front of you before you could reach the door. Hands up in front him, but not touching you in fear of upsetting you further, he plead his case. Or tried too. But you were too stubborn for your own good. Much more stubborn than he could ever be, which says something.

"Can we just talk for a minute? I need to tell you–" he was cut off by you effortlessly twirling around him, shirt riding up to flare above your thighs in a way he was able to catch a glimpse of your underwear. Hair flying around you as your body turned, he swears he's never seen a movement so flawless, so beautiful, especially with someone who had no dancing background to begin with. He was stunned. But he was quicker.

Grabbing onto your wrist gently, but firmly, he twirled you back around, this time encasing you within his arms, back flush against his front, yours arms crossed in front of you as he securely held both of your hands. You could feel his lips press into the side of your ear. There was no going anywhere now.

Once Taehyung came to the conclusion that you weren't going to run out half nude, he decided to give you two some privacy, and went back to his room down the hall. Far enough to give you privacy, but close enough to hear what you guys were saying incase he needed to bail you out of any awkward situation and kick Jimin out of his apartment. He was dialing Hoseok's number before he shut his bedroom door.

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The atmosphere was tense, both of your chests rising in sync, breaths coming out in shallow pants. Much like how you would be, albeit in a different position and situation than the one you were currently in. But hearing his pants had your body reacting in a way that made you clench your thighs together to gain some kind of friction. It made you sick, feeling how your body reacted to him so quickly, so naturally, almost. And you could feel from the slight bulge in his pants that pressed at your lower back, his body was reacting the same way to yours. Nice to know you're not the only one being effected. But what was going on?

“Do you want to know the reason why I was so upset that we almost kissed that day?” He asked, already knowing what your answer would be, so he continued.

“It’s because I haven’t kissed anyone since my soulmate died two years ago.” He stated so factually, without any emotion. He learned how to keep his emotions in check since their passing, knowing it would only hinder his growth, least in his eyes.

You whimpered in response, ever being the empathetic one between you two. You tried turning your body around so you could properly face him for this serious conversation. He only saw it as you attempting to get away, however, and held onto you with a firmer grip. He needed to get his feelings out before you left him for good.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone, in so long, y/n.” His breath continuously fanned over your ear, making the confession effect your body even worse. Your nipples hardening into peaks underneath your shirt, your body moves of it’s own accord, bottom half grinding into him unintentionally. His chin collapsed onto your shoulder at the action, making him give out a low, gutteral, groan.

Shit, he thought, he needed to hurry up and finish this conversation before the temptation became too much.

“I love you? Okay. I fucking love you so much it physically hurts me to even imagine you with someone else. So when I saw you walk out in nothing but his–“ he spat out in disgust imagining it all over again, “shirt I wanted to beat the shit out of him. Someone who has done nothing but help me in my darkest moment and show me sympathy without pity. I despise when people look at me with pity.”

Shaking his head side to side, his hair tickled the side of your face, making the corner of your lips quirk up at the feeling. Reminding you, yet again, of the way he looked hovering over your bare body. A shaky exhale could be heard with how close he was to you.

“And then I met you.”

The statement alone, made you more aware of your position with the dancer. Body inwardly pulsating in anticipation of what he would say next.

“I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel this way about anyone since losing them, but being with you, I was proved wrong. You came to me in a crucial part of my life, you stayed with me and helped me regain my humanity back, and you continue to only make me want to not only be a better person for me, but for you as well. I’m sorry I’m a shitty person who doesn’t know how to express their feelings properly, but if you let me, I will make it my mission to show you every day for the rest of our lives, soulmates or not. I don’t care. Cause I love you, and I want to be with you, y/n.”

Taking advantage of the sudden loosening of his grip on your hands, you slipped your hands out of his, and turned your body to face the dancer. He expected to see you with a look that would make him wish he was six feet under. But you weren’t. You were looking at him the same way they once did. And before he knew it, he was the one this time that was leaning down without a second thought to place his lips on yours. You clutched onto his shirt, afraid you were going to drop at any second, yet knowing he would never allow that to happen to you, and succumbed to your body’s needs. Both of your eyes closed upon contact, not wanting the moment to be ruined by the colorless world you both lived in. In his mind, and yours, you saw fireworks. As cliche as that sounds. But it was true.

Taehyung had Hobi on a FaceTime call the entire time, echoing the conversation he heard so he could be up to speed along with him. Both making quiet squealing sounds when they heard the confession, and hanging off the edge of their seats when all they heard was silence follow afterwards. Being ever the impatient one, Taehyung padded down the hall slowly, back against the edge of the wall that was separating him from the kitchen and hopefully rekindled flame between the two stubborn fools. His ears strained to hear a sound, to hear anything. He almost gave up and walked back to his room when he heard your voice resume talking once your shared kiss was over.

Eyes still closed, you made Jimin a promise.

“No matter what happens when our eyes meet again, it will not change the way I feel for you in my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul, Park Jimin. I love you, you idiot.” You tearfully confessed in a watery voice, gripping onto his shirt even tighter.

He ‘hmmed’ in agreement, not being able to properly use his voice right now, in fear of you seeing him as weak, which you never would, you would later assure him.

“On the count of three, yeah?” You asked more confidently than you felt, eyes still closed.

“On three.” He whispered back.

“One–two–“ you both counted together, eyes flying open at the same time the next number came out of your mouths.

“Three.” You looked at each other for the first time since your first kiss. And you were in awe.

His eyes were so bright, so warm, so…brown?

Wait. What?!

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization.

Scanning his face, his hair, his body, you turned in a rapid circle and surveyed the interior of Taehyung’s apartment.

No fucking way.

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you let out a broken sob. Jimin just grinned at you knowingly, coming upon the same conclusion himself when his eyes looked into yours. Seeing your reaction made it all the better, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he gazed at you for the first time, in color.

“Look at you, you’re perfect, baby.” He said so casually, your heart about burst from your chest with how happy and in love you were.

Who would’ve thought that fate had this all planned out for you? Surely, not you. But for once in your life, you looked forward to the future ahead of you, especially with Jimin by your side.

And your two platonic soulmates of course.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

Hobi’s voice could be heard loud and clear through the FaceTime call they were still on together. He was clapping enthusiastically as Taehyung rolled his eyes at his antics. Scoffing to himself, he berated the dancer on the phone.

“Oh, please! I was the one that always knew, you were the one that always said I was the crazy one!” He spoke into the phone in a loud voice, tauntingly.

Hobi blowing a raspberry in response is all you heard as you and Jimin watched the interaction with pure content on your faces. You were now snuggled up into your soulmates side, his arms wrapped around in a possessive way as soon as the duo made themselves known. God, you would seriously not get tired of saying that, ever. Taehyung and Hobi were going to loathe you and your lovesick ways, you thought in mirth.

Taehyung only flipped Hobi off in response.

“You know, Teahyung?” You voiced your inner thoughts out loud, making the man in question look at you inquisitively.

“Your interior design skills are really terrible.”

He then proceeded to flip you off, and make his way back to his room. Hobi laughing in glee at your comment, it getting quieter the further Taehyung walked away from you. Once you heard his door shut, you looked up at your gorgeous soulmate with a sly grin on your face.

“Let’s go back to my place so I can see that fucked out look on your face, in color.” You sinfully suggested, emphasizing on the word color. Jimin only smirking at you in response as he uttered his next words in your ear for only you to hear.

“Bet I could make you cum first, baby.”

A challenge you would wholly accept.

And he would lose.

this is so cute.

Falling

pairing; idol!park jimin x non-idol!reader, gn!reader, short!reader

genre; angst, fluff

warnings; light cursing, just angsty angst as per usual to hit you right in the feels with some fluffy fluff as well

w/c; 990

a/n; first jiminie drabble y’all give it some luuurv and don’t forget to send in requests or give feedback. love u

Sitting alone at a table for two in this cafe. One you actually suggested going too when you guys first started dating. He reminisced on the old days when he would arrive and see you sitting in the exact chair opposite him with yours and his favorite order already set out on the table.

He would always walk in garnishing the same disguise. Bucket hat, glasses, face mask, baggy outfit and all. Ironically, similar to what he was wearing right now. You think it would be a raised flag for fellow guests of the cafe, but if they cared, they never showed. Which made him love this little hole in the wall even more. Only when he was sitting did he finally reveal himself to you, only.

He heard the bell ring above the door signaling your own arrival. If he thought his palms were sweaty before, they were dripping sweat now. Looking at you he had to quietly catch his breath. You looked even better than before, which he didn’t think was possible. But of course it was, cause it was you.

Standing up, he debated on awkwardly sticking his hand out to shake or going around the table to give you a hug. I mean, you were still friends…kind of, right? Before he could answer himself you already made your way to the table looking flawless as ever. Brandishing your own hesitant smile, you still had more confidence than him as you circled your arms around his waist, head in chest, to give him one of your infamous hugs.

Not expected at all, but definitely welcomed, he immediately enveloped you with his own arms, hiding his face in your hair that he could subtly smell. Lavender with a hint of vanilla, your favorite. Which quickly became his when you were dating.

Pulling back from the hug just enough to see his face you looked at him and greeted him with his familiar nickname that still made his heart flutter when you said it so effortlessly.

“Hey, Jiminie! Long time no see! I’ve missed you. I heard the new music as well, it’s amazing as always!” He could physically feel the joy you radiated. Which confused him, cause he never thought you would be so welcoming to him after you broke up.

You said you care, and you missed me too.

And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you.

He wonders if you know majority of the songs were about you.

“Y/n! Look at you, you haven’t changed a bit. Still as short as I remembered you being.” He cheekily said as you playfully hit him in the chest once unraveling your hands from his body.

Folding your arms across your chest you glared at him, before cracking a smile and laughing in response to his little jab. Pun not intended.

Jimin pulled your chair out for you and gestured for you to sit down, which you did gratefully, after the long journey you took to make it here. After all, it’s the reason you guys didn’t make it in the first place.

Long distance was a bitch.

Sitting across from you after all these years he realized his feelings never went away. Unbeknownst to him, you felt the same way.

For awhile you guys talked about any and everything you could think of, laughing and crying even more tears of laughter as you reminisced on memories. Countless cups of coffee littered the table as customers filtered out throughout the day. And gradually it became occupied by just two long lost lovers that found themselves again.

An employee politely telling said couple that they needed to close is what broke them out of their little bubble they were in. They decided to split the tab equally, much to Jimin’s dismay, who wanted to pay for everything. But again, it was just who you were.

And the coffee's out, at the Beachwood Cafe.

Begrudgingly, you both briskly walked out of the cafe stopping on the sidewalk a little bit away from the door so the employees could leave without being blocked. Noticing the change in lighting outside as the sky turned inky black, with only the moon and stars that twinkled illuminating the world around you, you looked at each other awkwardly.

And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say.

“Well, I–“

“It was nice to–“

Looking at each other they burst into joined laughter realizing they spoke at the same time, something they used to always do when together. Jokingly getting the nickname mockingbird as your couple name by fans, family, and friends.

Much to his further surprise you stepped closer and leaned in to kiss his cheek softly, glancing into his eyes shyly wondering if it was the right thing to do. Scratching his cheek with a blush adorning it, he wondered if he should reciprocate the action or not, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way.

But then he thought, fuck it. And did it anyways. Him aiming for your lips instead.

You eyes widened in shock as you gasped into the kiss, but decided to close your eyes in response and deepen it by tilting your head into it more, pushing against him.

Pulling away slightly, disconnecting your lips, he gently laid his forehead against yours and couldn’t help the smile that took up his whole face. Opening his eyes to already see yours staring at him with such love and admiration had him nearly keening to his knees out of sheer disbelief. But he held himself strong and instead whispered the words you didn’t know you so desperately wanted to hear.

“I’m still in love with you, y/n.”

Your only response was to grab him by his shirt and tug him impossibly closer to you kissing him again in a slow and passionate kiss. This time, you both thought, you would make it work.