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hi mochi! i heard that you want drabble requests atm so how about a vampire jimin who wanted this girl since forever but the problem is she's in a relationship with vampire jungkook. up to you if you'll let jimin get her or not [but pls let him get her] lol 🤣

Glass after glass, after glass, after glass. This is how Jimin's night was. Sitting in the darkest corner of the bar, his legs parted on the expensive leather chair, back pressed against it, his Chanel belt shinning from a ray of light. A casual position you would say, every one would look ridiculous, indeed, but not him.

Not Park Jimin. Not him, the rich, charismatic, intelligent, handsome and so hot, Park Jimin. Which happened to stare at you all night long, from afar, his gaze lingering on your body, while you were talking and dancing with your friend with benefits, Jungkook. Friend with benefits meaning you let him suck your blood and he pays for your college and books. He was like your sugar daddy, but a blood sucker one.

Though he never touched you, Jimin still didn't like him. You were his girl, his prey, you belonged to him since the moment he saved your life from a werewolf. Plus, there was no need for Jungkook to touch you, it was enough that he was already sucking your precious blood.

Closing his eyes, Jimin inhaled deeply, his mind concentrated on your scent, on the way your heart was beating, the thought of your blood on his lips, of your figure moaning in pleasure in his arms. He frowned when he heard your heart racing faster, opening his eyes, only to find Jungkook pressed against your back and ass, slowly moving his hips in tandem with yours. His ringed fingers tightened on the, now, empty glass, making it brake in millions of pieces, just like his patience.

Wiping his hand down his black jeans, he watched as Jungkook's phone rang, making the tall man excuse himself with an annoyed groan, leaving you alone, on the dance floor.

You continued dancing, eyes closed, enjoying the beat. You gasped when you felt two gentle hands griping your hips with a firm hold, from behind. Smiling, you pressed against the man's chest, starting to dance with him. He was a great dancer, indeed, but what made you lose your breath were his smooth hips rolls. You snaped your eyes open in realization. Jungkook wasn't moving this smooth.

"You're right, princess!" said a soft but a little low and velvety voice, belonging to the man behind you.

You wished to pull away and scream, but his grip on your throat stopped you, throwing your head back on his shoulder, his hand pressed flat against your belly, keeping you in place. "Tsk Tsk, little one!" He hissed in your ear, choking you harder, making you whimper in pleasure, his fangs slightly grazing your skin, making your blood freeze.

"I finally got you, do you think I'll let you go now?"

Author's note: hi, sweetie!!! I loved your request so much!!! 🥰

so it goes 01

筐ｾ alien!jimin x reader

筐ｾ 9.2k, fluff, smut

筐ｾ a/n: I窶冦 so excited for this!! it was supposed to be a oneshot but ended up being 25k, so I had to split it up! inspired by kurt vonnegut窶冱 slaughterhouse five, props to you if you can spot the quoted lines 太

筐ｾ summary: Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

筐ｾ 01 | 02 | 03

Listen: you have come unstuck in time.

Czytaj dalej

so it goes 01

筐ｾ alien!jimin x reader

筐ｾ 9.2k, fluff, smut

筐ｾ a/n: I窶冦 so excited for this!! it was supposed to be a oneshot but ended up being 25k, so I had to split it up! inspired by kurt vonnegut窶冱 slaughterhouse five, props to you if you can spot the quoted lines 太

筐ｾ summary: Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

筐ｾ 01 | 02 | 03

Listen: you have come unstuck in time.

Czytaj dalej

Damned

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE.

You hated your life.

Not to say you were going to commit suicide or anything, but, you hated every breath you took.

Every blink of your eye.

Every step you made, you hated.

Because the world hated you just as much, if not more, than you hated it. And everyone in it seemed to hate you as well. You weren't a bad kid, not by any means. You always did whatever was asked of you and your reading and writing were wonderful as well. But no one seemed to care.

Your mother had you out of wedlock and was being shunned by the village because of her mistake, and she takes it out on you every single day. And the kids have been ruthless as well. Always picking on you, knocking your things out of your hands and calling you names. Now, your mother wasn't physically abusive or anything like that, but she constantly went out and left you alone, never giving you the love or affection she should. Leaving you to the wolves that waited outside in the cold.

One thing about you that scared everyone in your village was your odd eye color. They say the Gods cursed you with them so that everyone knew you were a bad omen. Your nickname around town was 'jag-eun manyeo', or Little Witch. There were days you couldn't go outside because of the children waiting for you to come out so they could taunt you. Normally your mother would force you to go out and 'play' with them, even though she knew well what it meant to go outside with them.

"Oma... Please... I don't want to go out there with them, they'll hurt me..." You'd say. Her cold, dead eyes would gaze at you as she'd respond.

"Let them. Let them hurt you all they like, you killed me long ago." Her ice-filled heart could no longer feel the maternal bond you two supposedly had.

The older you grew, the more you accepted your miserable life. But... Something bright came along that you had no idea could exist for someone like you...

Companionship.

Dedication.

Safety.

His name was Namjoon and his heart was made of gold.

Truly.

He showered you with sincerity and kind words until the early morning.

Your life was starting to have purpose.

Your life no longer was a stone cold place where you existed. It was were you lived.

"Namjoon..." You started, one summer morning in the flower fields near the village.

"Yes?" He responded, looking into your eyes as the two of you lounged against the hill side.

"Why do you spend your time with me? Don't you know the other kids in the village will hurt you?" You asked, staring at him in confusion.

"Their words hold no meaning in my heart. All that matters is that you have a friend. No one should be alone, ever. Having no one to turn to or no one to rely on is worse than death itself. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Not even my worst enemy." He shuddered, looking paler than usual.

"Are you speaking from experience?" You asked him quietly, trying not to upset him.

"Yes. I have been alone before. Completely and utterly alone... But, now I have you and some other friends in my own village that I can put my trust in, and if I have you along side me. Then things will surely turn out alright, hm?" Namjoon said, hitting his shoulder with yours and smiling. His energy was infectious, because soon you were smiling as well.

He was right.

Being alone was worse than death. You feel as though you want to die, but even if you do, no one would care. No one would mourn your passing and your soul would be lost amongst the spirit realm for all of eternity.

Namjoon knew of your difficult life and upbringing, but always supported you no matter what you wanted to accomplish. He was such a positive part of your life and you always appreciated him, always.

To the very end.

When you were about sixteen, Namjoon started coming less and less. He always complained of sore lungs and not being able to breathe very well. But he never left you longer than a week. He'd send one of his other friends to come and get you to escort you to his village so you could talk and visit.

These were the days you lived for, when you could see your friend. But one day in particular was difficult for you.

Kim Taehyung was stood outside your door one morning with a solemn look on his face.

"___-ah. Are you ready to go see hyung today?" He asked, trying to keep his usual smile from faltering.

"What's going on?" You asked, already feeling the mood beginning to sour.

"Can we talk for a moment?" He questioned, gesturing to the path between your villages.

"Of course." You said, following him down the dirt road quickly.

"Namjoon-hyung's health has taken a turn for the worst... He can't get up on his own and he barely eats. He looks like a ghost whenever we see him, but he brightens up when you come around... Because he knows you have it so much harder than he does. His life is always full with us in it, but you don't get to see us everyday, so he worries... Would you mind coming by today and just sitting with him? We're worried that he won't make it through the night..." His voice cracked on the last word and you saw tears streaming down the mans face. You watched as he desperately tried to wipe away the tears that continued to fall.

"Taehyung-oppa... It'll be alright. Our Namjoon is stronger than any boar or ox! He will fight against this illness and win. Fighting." You said, trying to bring that familiar smile back to his face. Sadly, the clouds had hung over his eyes and the rain of his emotions continued to pour down in a salty river off his cheeks.

"Please... Come with me." He whimpered, looking into your eyes with his broken ones. You nodded your head, letting him lead you back to their village. The once bright day turning darker and darker the longer you walked in silence.

The two of you showed up to the hut and Hoseok answered the door with a similar gloom etched into his features.

"Hello there ___-ah!" He said as he tried to sound cheerful. You gave him a small smile and bowed your head to him.

"Is Namjoon-hyung here?" You asked, peaking around him.

"Is that ___-ah?" You heard a small voice ask, peeking around his hyung was Jungkook.

"Hello, Jungkook-ah." You said, giving him a little smile, which he returned.

"Hyung will be happy to see you." He stated. Hoseok moved aside and let you and Taehyung inside the home. Yoongi spotted you from his position in bed.

"Hello." He offered lamely, obviously not in the mood for a proper conversation.

"I know." Was all you said to him as he fell back asleep.

It felt different walking down these halls without Namjoon making jokes by your side or Jungkook running around rambunctiously with Seokjin chasing after him with his frying pan. Those were the boys you had come to know and enjoy...

But these boys were husks of them, simply existing like you once had.

Seokjin, or Jin, for short showed you to Namjoon's room.

"He's really weak right now, try not to touch him if you can help it. He's also very sore and we don't want to cause him anymore pain. He'll be happy to see you, we all are." He smiled, patting your shoulder and left you alone.

You entered the room and saw your once lively friend practically wasting away in his bed. The sheets looked dirty and so did he. Jin mentioned that he was sore all the time, so they probably haven't bathed him or washed his bedding in order to keep him from the inevitable pain.

"___... It's good to see you." He rasped out, reaching his hand out for you. You took it instantly and kissed his knuckles gently, holding his hand to your chest tightly.

"Why didn't you tell me you felt so ill? I would've called for an apothecary or a medicine-man to come to your aid. You're such an idiot, Namjoon..." You cried into his palm as he gently stroked your cheek.

"There was no stopping this illness I'm afraid. I've had poor lungs since I was a child, and I guess I never got better." He chuckled, which then turned into a horrendous cough. You scrambled off the bed to grab his cup of water that was sitting on the nightstand. He smiled as you handed it to him, careful not to choke on it as you helped him drink it.

"Oppa... Do you think you'll be alright?" You asked in a pathetically small voice as he handed you his empty cup. Namjoon looked at you surprised due to the use of the formality.

"___... I'm very weak, and I don't feel very well. But I will continue to fight as hard as I can for as long as I can so you won't feel alone. I promise."

But promises were made to be broken.

Two days later a group of sniffling and teary eyed men showed up at your door.

And immediately you knew what had happened.

"It was the middle of the night and Jungkook had volunteered to watch him first..." Hoseok started. "Suddenly we were all woken up by the sound of Jungkook screaming for us to get up quickly... Namjoon had started convulsing and acting as if he were possessed. Jin took Jungkook out of the room while Yoongi and I tried to calm the fit... But-But..." And the tears started flowing again. You went to the kitchen and grabbed a cool rag from the bucket in the corner and dabbed his eyes. Going around and dabbing each boys eyes and forehead tenderly, offering them as much affection as you possibly could.

"They came this morning and took him away... Just tossed him away as if he meant nothing at all!" Jungkook wailed, grabbing onto your waist like a toddler would their mother. You patted his head soothingly and tried to calm his tears. The older boys watched you comfort their youngest friend and began to tear up themselves.

"____-ah!" They cried as they all clung onto you. You held back your tears as best you could so as to not upset them more.

They stayed with you until the sun started to sink lower and lower into the sky. After some soothing tea and kind words, you sent them off on their way back home. Hoping that they would find the strength within themselves to get through this hard time...

You, on the other hand, were falling apart inside.

Nothing had prepared you for this empty feeling you had.

It wasn't pain, nor was it despair or sadness. You just felt numb. You had no emotions; you couldn't even cry for your dead friend...

These thoughts swarmed you for months until Yoongi showed up at your doorstep one afternoon.

"What do you need?" You asked as you saw him standing there with what looked like some bags.

"We're moving, and we want you to come with us." He stated firmly, staring into your eyes.

"Y-Yoongi-oppa... You know I could never do that." You said, dropping your gaze to your feet. He stepped inside and took you by the shoulders.

"You meant a lot to Namjoon, so you mean a lot to us. We want you to come with us, so you can get away from this horrible place and be happy. The memories of Namjoon are too strong with us here, so we decided to move closer to the city and hopefully find better work for ourselves. You wouldn't have to lift a finger, we'd make sure you'd live happy live until you married... Please, ____-ah... Come with us..." He said, stroking your cheek gently, much like Namjoon had when he was alive. You took his hand away from your face and held it in both of yours.

"I can't, I've already been courted by a boy in a village not too far from here. He's very kind to me and I don't want to abandon him... I don't want to abandon you either... You boys have meant everything to me over these past few months and nothing will ever change the fact that you're all my very dear friends..." You said, hoping that he would leave.

"Does this man make you happy?" He asked, looking dead into your eyes.

"Happier than I thought I could be after Namjoon passed away... Please, chase your dreams while I try to find mine. Write to me every week and if I miss a letter I will come running immediately. I will write to you as well. So, go, and please take care of your health, Yoongi-oppa." You pleaded, kissing his knuckles affectionately. Yoongi gazed at you fondly before wrapping you up in his arms.

"You'll always be our treasured friend as well. If you need us, please come to us or we'll come for you. A letter a way is all we'll be." You nodded as he patted your head and walked down the same dirt road all eight of you had walked before everything fell apart.

The letters came, every week just as promised. All of them would write their own sections and send it all together so each of them could talk to you separately. You wrote each of their letters on different pieces of paper so they all had their own to keep.

Even though the letters came, your days seemed to only grow colder and colder.

Your mother was suddenly struck down with an illness that appeared to have no cure. You sat by her bedside and watched her wither away to nothing, much like you had with Namjoon, but this time, you didn't feel broken inside when you watched her take her last breathe, you felt empty as always. If anything it seemed like it was a slight notch in your day.

The hearse came and took her away to be blessed and put into the ground where no one would remember her name nor her story of how everyone turned their backs on her for having a child with no husband. She would rot away and be lost to the winds of time with nothing left of her but you.

The letters came still.

Always they came.

You never mentioned that your mother had passed, they'd only show up on your doorstep the next morning ready to take you with them back to their home near the city. Somewhere you did not long to go. So you remained in the cold hut you had lived in all your life, watching as your hair grew longer and your face grow thinner.

Eventually you got a job at a sewing shop in a shop a few miles away. You worked there four days a week and got paid fairly well. You fixed dresses and watched as women came in day after day complaining that the weather was too hot, or their children were too much of a nuisance.

Complaint after complaint after complaint.

Nothing was ever good enough for them, and you began to slowly feel bitterness creep into your heart.

Why did they not care about their children?

Their children didn't ask to be here, but yet they are the ones who have given those horrid woman ulcers.

Children are to blame for everything it seems.

One day, after work you heard some young men coming up behind you on the path.

"Hey... if it isn't jag-eun manyeo, it's been years since we've seen you! Have you cursed anyone recently?" One of them asked.

"I've been well, thank you. I hope you both have had pleasant lives since we've last seen each other." They suddenly appeared in front of you with scowls on their faces.

"I broke my leg two weeks after talking to you last time, I think it's only fair that I pay you back for what you gave me." He said, encroaching in on your space.

"I haven't done anything to you, so please just leave me be." You said, trying not to get too annoyed with them.

"How's that man we saw you talking with a few months back... Namjoon was it? Has he been cursed by you yet? Have you placed your dreaded spell on him?" They taunted, closing in on you.

"H-He died... He had a long illness and passed away almost a year ago... Along with my mother soon after him." You said, hoping to gain leverage from their passings... As wrong as it was.

"Good, glad that disgusting bitch died. She was such a slag, sleeping with a man before marriage. Those kinds of women don't deserve to be happy. No wonder she birthed such a boar of a child. It was her punishment for giving into the pleasures of flesh." The pair of them snickered and watched as tears formed in your eyes.

"Oh look! We've upset her, how dreadful of us making a lady cry for no reason. Let us give her something to cry about, shall we?" They smiled impishly at you and began to beat you. Kicking and smacking until you went limp on the ground, hoping that somehow this would finally be the thing that kills you.

But alas, it wasn't to be. In what must've been a few hours later you woke up to a small child tugging on your hand gently.

"Noona... Are you okay?" Her small voice asked as she looked at your bloodied face.

"I'll be just fine, go find your mother or father... You're better off not associating with me. Get going." You ushered her in the direction she came as you stalked back to your home, a new fire burning within your heart.

Revenge is an ugly word, and even uglier when it nests inside of someone's heart. Making its home there, waiting for the day it can consume the person it's chosen.

You began to read and research about black magic and ways to exact revenge on those who have wronged you in your lifetime.

Finally, a solution had presented itself. A simple spell that would give you the satisfaction that you craved... Once you had what you wanted, you could leave this place and finally leave all of this sorrow behind... But first, you needed to give all of who have wronged you the payment they so desperately deserved.

A demon.

It was the perfect solution. You created the circle from lamb's blood on the floor of your home and made the symbols on the pieces of fabric as the spell instructed. You placed the offering of a chicken's heart in the center of the circle and started the chantings as the spell required.

Heat spread throughout the room as you realized once of the candles had fallen onto one of your tapestries you'd made for this night. Rushing over to extinguish it you stepped on the chicken's heart and watched as more and more of your tapestries went into flames.

Scrambling quickly you rushed to find something to extinguish the fire with, but the bucket you had set aside had suddenly disappeared. The heat grew and you began to inhale the smoke that had settled as your home slowly caught fire. Your heart sank and you realized that your letters where dangerously close to where the fire was raging. Having no other choice, you ran over to desk and grabbed all of the papers and ran towards the door with smoke burning in your lungs.

Your head began to feel light as you slid down the door unceremoniously falling in a heap on the floor. Suddenly a bright light appeared in the center of your destroyed circle, and black smoke flooded the floor. But this didn't smell of real smoke, it smelt of... a man...? You let your eyes drift upwards as you looked at the man who had appeared in the middle of your ritualistic circle.

His hair was a silver color and his build was muscular. He had on fine clothing that appeared to be very modern, all in black. The man turned to look at you with smoldering eyes that burned you to the very core.

"Ah... It's not everyday I get summoned to the human realm. What is it that you would like of me, Jagi." He said, walking towards you purposefully.

"Y-You're really here? Am I dreaming? Did I die?" You whispered to yourself as the man crouched in front of you.

"You almost died because of your stupidity. Reaching for papers with nothing but simple ink on them, how useless. But, you did as the spell asked, so here I am. What is it you'd like of me?" He asked again. You stared at his face for a moment, taking in his sinful beauty. They say Lucifer was an angel once, but he fell from grace. But angels are all beautiful, and the demon before you was no acceptation to that rule. His eyes were a dark brown and his lips were plump and soft looking. His hair appeared to be soft, along with his beautifully tanned skin. Everything about this man was enticing, down to his scent. They say demons are beautiful to draw you in and to make you vulnerable to their desires, but if you can overcome their beauty you can make them do what you wish.

"I-I want you to get revenge for me." You said in a wavering voice, trying to hard not to lean in closer to this man-demon...

"Revenge for what? Is it the people who caused the bruises on your skin? Or the bruises on your heart? Tell me who deserves my wrath." He said, leaning towards you.

"T-They have bullied me since I was a child. They have beaten me to the ground and mocked my friend's passing. I want them to suffer as I have, I want them to feel completely and utterly alone." You said, letting the anger and frustration of the past years take hold of your heart.

"What an entrancing sight. A women that is so overcome with rage and betrayal, all she can do is cry." He said, looking at the tears you didn't know were falling.

You reached out for this man's collar and pulled him close to your face.

"Can you help me? Or not? If not, I'm prepared to go out and do it myself." You announced helplessly.

"Are you now? Then why summon a demon?" He caught you red-handed. You did need him for this revenge, and he was well aware of that fact. You dropped your hands from his shirt and let the grief consume you... All of the emotions you'd been bottling up and repressing for years had finally reared their ugly heads as you just sobbed into your hands.

"I just want all of the pain to go away... Please, take my pain away." You begged.

"It goes from revenge to pain relief in five minutes, you're a very strange woman. But I've taken a liking to you. Although, I can only do one of your requests. Which will it be? Revenge on all of those who have wronged you in your life? Or will it be relief from that pain they have caused you? Only you can decide... So tell me, what is it that you would like of me?" He asked for the third time that night. You gazed into his deep brown eyes and bit your lip.

"Please, take my pain away." You begged. "I don't want to be alone anymore." You cried into your hands. The demon eyed you curiously.

It was common for people to ask for their pain to be taken away, but there were various ways for the task to be accomplished. Some just needed money to get them on their feet and towards success. Others needed one to die so their pain would go away, such as an abusive partner. But you... You were so much different from all of them. Your pain slumbered within your very soul. It appeared as though your entire being was aching for affection.

"What is your name?" The demon asked you, pulling you to your feet.

"___." You said, wiping your tears away frustrated.

"Lovely name. I have a proposal for you, ___. But I will only continue if you consent." You nodded for him to continue. "I can take your pain away if you'd like me to, but you must accept the consequences that will come after I do so. Do you accept these conditions?" You nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I accept them." He smiled at you gently.

"Then you also accept that when the time comes, your soul will belong to me." He said, getting closer and closer to you. You pressed yourself as tightly against the wall as you could and stared at the man in front of you with wide eyes.

"I-I accept the conditions you've presented to me." You said, denouncing your afterlife with just nine words.

"Then very well, I will seal the contract with you and do my part to relieve your pain." He continued to get closer. You had no where to run.

"How do I seal the contract with you?" You asked, staring into his sultry eyes.

"With a kiss, our contract will be in place. Once it is, nothing can break the bond we have. Do you still wish to continue?" He asked, giving you one final chance to flee. You thought for a few moments before clumsily smashing your lips onto his. The demon in front of you hummed in approval as you felt a weird tingling sensation in your spine as his lips worked yours. As if he was trying to take the very breath from your lungs. Your lips separated with a 'pop' and he licks his lips sensually.

"O-our contract is now in place... Take my pain away." The demon smiled and went to kiss you again, but you put your hands up before he could.

"I am merely doing what you requested of me. Taking your pain away by giving you the love and affection you crave... Isn't that what you want, ____? To have a man touch you and show you how good your body can feel? Don't you want to feel my body on yours? I promise you'll enjoy it, I've never had any complaints..." He breathed, staring at your lips yearningly.

"W-We aren't married! We can't do that! I don't even know your name!" You shrieked, trying to remain calm.

"We may not be married, but you no longer have to live by God's rules... You belong to me now, and I will make sure you are taken care of. And you can call me Jimin." He added afterwards, reaching for your hips.

"I-I don't want you to take my pain away like this! I want it a different way!" You demanded, trying to push past him. A hand grabbing your wrist stopped you in your tracks.

"I cannot perform my promise to you if you don't let me give you my love. Your soul has been deprived of it your entire life and I wish to remedy that for you. If it's truly not what you want, then I will try to find another way to satisfy you." His hands wandered towards your shoulders, rubbing them gently and pulling you into his chest, your back molding to his front. You gasped in surprise but let his sweetly poisonous words flood your brain.

"Jimin-ah... I have no idea what I'm doing. I-I don't know how to accept love from someone..." You trailed off as his hands wrapped around your waist.

"But you do. You've let someone care for you before. Namjoon-hyung. Isn't that right? He cared for you like an older brother, and all of those other boys care for you as well. But the kind of love I'll be giving you will be a little different. I hope that's alright..."  You felt his nose bury into your neck.

"J-Jimin-ah!" You whimpered as you felt his teeth sink into the soft skin of your shoulder.

"Sorry, I like to bite. Is that a problem?" He asked, licking the tender flesh. You gasped but shook your head, accepting the pain and pleasure that came along with it.  

"N-No, that's alright, you can keep going." You moaned, letting his greedy palms begin to move further and further down until they were underneath your skirt. You gasped as his fingers found your most sacred place.

"Mmm, so warm." He groaned, kissing and teasing you until you backed up your backside into his front, grinding slightly against his growing erection.

"J-Jimin." You groaned, feeling his hands go inside your undergarments, softly playing with the delicate flesh that was there.

"God, you feel so good already. I can't wait to taste you." Jimin murmured against your shoulder. You began to feel like you had peed yourself, but you knew you hadn't. What was this wet sensation between your legs? And why did it feel so good?

"Taste me...? Are you going to eat me?" You cowered, fearful of this stranger.

"A part of you yes. But not in the way you think." He smiled, licking your neck and taking his hands out of your underpants.

"Why did you stop?" You asked, turning around to face this demon before you. His eyes had changed to a muted grey-green color that had you yearning for his touch. Everything about him drew you in, and you knew that's what made demons so dangerous. Their beauty and charming words, but you had no energy to fight him. How could you when you had lost so much already?

"Follow me..." He whispered, pulling you towards the one bedroom in the house. You didn't resist when he pulled you down on top of him in the bed, kissing you heavily and slowly drugging you with his lips.

"What are you going to do to me...?" You breathed when he took a break from swallowing your little whimpers to kiss down your jaw.

"I'm going to give you the affection you desire. In a way that will satisfy us both." He answered cooly, licking and nibbling your lips. You felt your resolve slowly slipping away. The sweet poison of his words leading you towards compliance.

"Jimin..." You whispered, feeling his hands gliding inside your clothes once more. His hands were warm and soft against your skin, something that no one had ever shown you before. People were always very rough with you and they didn't care about how you felt afterwards. But his hands, his delicate touch against your skin felt like paradise.

"I want you to get naked for me. Can you do that?" He asked, looking into your eyes. You could feel the blush creeping onto your face, as you began to comply with his demands. You stood up and grabbed your tattered skirt, beginning to wiggle out of it, feeling it drop off your legs and fall to the floor in a heap. Jimin stared at the newly revealed skin with such hunger it almost made you uncomfortable.

"D-Don't look at me like that..." You whispered, trying to cover up your legs with the shirt you were wearing. Jimin reached out and took your hands pulling you in between his legs where he sat on the bed.

"I can't help it. You look so beautiful and so tempting. I'm so hard already," he groaned, pulling on your hands. "Please, show me more..." He begged, biting his lip and looking at you desperately. With the pleading glint in his eyes, how could you resist? You found yourself pulling your shirt off and letting it join the skirt on the cold floor boards. Jimin's eyes brightened up at the sight of your almost nude body before him.

"I-I've never been this exposed before..." You said, rubbing your arms defensively. Jimin stood in front of you and embraced you in his arms.

"I know it's hard to bare all to a stranger, but let me into your heart. Let me give you all the affection you deserve. It's a wonderful thing to be loved, but you need to be willing to accept it before you will feel at peace. Let me love you, ____. Open your heart to me." He begged, kissing your shoulder gently. All of your defenses crumbled and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. And overwhelming sensation of warmth flooded your heart and you smiled to yourself. Jimin pulled away and his eyes held nothing but adoration.

Gazing at him now, he didn't feel like a stranger. He felt like someone you had know for your entire life. Someone you could trust. Being with him felt right, like you wouldn't be complete until you felt all of him against you. A burning need started to erupt in your womanhood that caused you to pinch your thighs together. Jimin took notice to this action and smiled knowingly.

"Is it uncomfortable? Do you want me to make it feel better?" He asked, pushing you towards the bed. You watched as he pulled your undergarments off in fluid motions, leaving you bare from the stomach down. His eyes drunk in the sight of you before him. You didn't feel shy or embarrassed. You felt as though he should be looking at you in this manner, and it made the ache in your core worsen.

"It's very uncomfortable... Please make it feel better, Jimin." You said, gazing at him under your eyelashes.

"Anything you want, darling." He smiled and grabbed underneath your knees and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. Kisses were placed on your inner thighs, his lips tracing closer and closer to your pink center.

There were no feelings of anxiety or fear when his lips met your core, only pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Ah!" You cried out as your back arched up off the bed slightly.

"Mmm, virgins are so responsive... I love it." He murmured as he licked a thin stripe up your center. Pleasure ripped through your lower body and you couldn't help the whimpers that erupted from your throat. You reached for his hand and interlaced your fingers with his as he began sucking and nibbling on your core.

"Jimin... Feels good..." You moaned out while he continued his assault on your center. Every flick of his tongue sent molten heat into your lower body. You could feel a coil start to tighten in your stomach the longer Jimin's sinful tongue worked your womanhood. Lewd sucking noises came from his mouth and the sound alone made the tension in your stomach greater.

Suddenly, and without warning you felt all of the pressure in your stomach release and you cried out and gripped Jimin's hand tightly. You'd never felt so amazing in your entire life. The pleasure overwhelmed you and the only thing that kept you grounded was the feeling of Jimin's hand in yours. Jimin placed soft kisses on your lower lips, guiding you through your pleasure.

"How was your first orgasm? Did it feel good?" He asked, moving up and hovering over your lethargic form.

"It felt really good... Thank you." You whispered, gazing at your interlocked fingers.

"No need to thank me, but I would like to get my own release, if you don't mind..." He hinted, grinding his clothed bulge against your wet core. The overstimulation almost hurt, but the pain lingered and made you want more. Jimin smiled and began undoing the buttons on his silk shirt, revealing beautiful pale skin to you.

Eagerness built up in your body and you sat up, feeling the lethargy leaving your form at the thought of him being just as exposed as you were. Jimin let the garment drop to the floor. You reached out for him and he moved towards you, letting your hands move over his torso. A pleased moan came from his lips as you slowly lowered you hand until they were resting on his pants buckle. Your eyes focus on the tent in his pants and you experimentally squeezed his bulge. A strangled moan escaped him and his head dropped back, his eyes trained on the ceiling. You smiled and continued to rub him through his pants, testing out different methods to give him pleasure.

After a particularly hard squeeze, he grabbed you wrist and brought your fingers into his mouth, sucking on them gently. You watched with fascination at he let your hand go before undoing his belt buckle and throwing it to the floor.

"Undo my pants." He said. It wasn't a command, but there was a firmness to his voice that egged you on. You reached forward and did as instructed, undoing the button of his pants and then pulling the zipper down as well. Jimin was quick to rid himself of the offending material, shortly after climbing back into the bed with you. His hands went to the last piece of clothing you were wearing, removing it with haste and finally showing your breasts to him. Jimin stared at your breasts with a desire and hunger that made you squirm with want.

"Jimin..." You mewled quietly, trying to get him to touch you once more.

"Fuck I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside of you." He groaned, pulling his underwear off, exposing himself to you. Shock and desire flooded your core as you watched Jimin stroke his length a few times.

"I-I don't know what to do... What do I do, Jimin?" You asked quietly, looking to the man before you with innocent and pure eyes.

Guilt gnawed at him for a few moments. He knew what he was about to do to you, and he knew that the moment he entered your pure flesh that your soul would be damned... No amount of prayer or blessings would ever save you, and he knew full well that your soul would belong to him. He'd never felt such remorse in his life as a demon... Why was it starting now?

"Once this happens, you can't turn back. You're soul will be damned to hell. This is your last chance. I'll undo the binding I've placed on your soul, this is the last chance you have at heaven." He admitted, biting his lip and looking at you. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips slowly.

"Take my soul, it's yours. Take my body, it's yours as well. Everything I have can be yours as long as you love me. Please, love me." You begged, feeling the familiar sting of tears in the corners of your eyes. Jimin's cold heart softened at the sound of your voice and he nodded.

"This will hurt, I'll be as gentle as you want and let me know if you want to stop okay?" You nodded your head and tightened your grip on him, urging him to take you. Take everything you had, because it didn't matter anymore. You wanted affection, you wanted love. He promised that he would give you that, and it was time for him to deliver.

You felt Jimin's hot member poke at your entrance before slowly easing inside of you. He was large and the stretching sensation was uncomfortable. Suddenly a white hot pain flashed through your body and you cried out in pain. Jimin froze, feeling his heart drop at the sound. You were so tight and warm around his length her found it extremely hard to stop, but he did and looked into your eyes.

Tears were streaming down your face as you bit your lip harshly, trying to ignore the pain coming from your center. Breathing hurt and you didn't know how people could find this enjoyable. Jimin kissed your collarbone and neck, trying to ease you through the pain as he tried to stave off his pleasure.

"It's alright. It'll be over in a few minutes, just take deep calming breaths." He cooed, petting your hair affectionately. The two of you waited while the pain subsided. It took only a few minutes for you to experimentally shift your hips towards his, causing Jimin to let out a croak of pleasure.

"Try moving, I think I'm alright now." You said, resting your hands on Jimin's shoulders. He took your words of consent and began to move his hips slowly against your own. It felt odd, having someone else sharing their body with you. The feeling of him slowly, but surely driving himself in and out of you was building a familiar tension in your stomach. Jimin kissed you gently, moving his hips slightly faster against you.

"Fuck you're so tight... Feels so good." He moaned, continuing his pace. It didn't feel good, but the sensation wasn't bad either. The pressure was slow to build, but you could feel the tightening in your lower stomach. Jimin noticed your silence and began to still his movements.

"Why'd you stop?" You asked as Jimin settled his hips against yours.

"Does it not feel good? What I'm doing?" He asked, trying to hide the pleasure in his voice.

"It's nice, but I liked it better when your mouth was down there." You blushed at the phrasing, but Jimin looked almost upset at the admittance.

"If it doesn't feel good, you need to tell me. This is all for you, my pleasure is just a bonus. Do you want it harder?" He asked, thrusting into you rather harshly, causing an ache to flare up in your womanhood.

"Ah! No-no..." You whimpered, grabbing onto him. He seemed to mull over this statement for a few moments before coming to some kind of decision.

"Deeper perhaps. Not harder." He said, slowly pushing his hips into you firmly, causing you to feel a filling sensation deep within your core. The feeling struck a chord within you and you felt a small moan come from your lips. Jimin smiled and did it again, pushing deep within your center waiting for your reaction.

"Oh... That... That feel good." You moaned, grabbing his biceps tightly. Jimin groaned at the thrill of having your nails digging into his skin. He continued his deep thrusts within your center. You felt as though he was ripping you apart and mending you back together at the same time, creating a delicious buzz of excitement fill up your abdomen. Every movement he made further tightened the coil that was threatening to break at any moment. But every time you felt the sensation of an orgasm near, his member retreated from your body, leaving you empty once again.

"You're moans are so delicate... I wonder what it would be like to have you scream my name..." Jimin mused, trying to work you up even further, feeling his own ending drawing near.

"F-Faster Jimin, I want you to go faster..." You pleaded, fearful of the pain but too lost in your current sensations to care if the discomfort returned. Jimin looked down at you for confirmation and picked up the pace once he saw the hungry look in your eyes.

The new pace caused a momentary tenderness to flare up, but it wasn't there for long because soon pleasure took over your senses. Jimin began to feel your walls tightening on his member, provoking his demonic tendencies to arise. But he fought hard against the need to finish to bring you to your end before him. Something about your story touched his blackened soul and he knew that he needed to make this moment count, because it was going to be your last...

"Jimin! Jimin I can feel it! It feels so good, please! More! I want more!" You screamed, grabbing onto his face and pulling him to your lips for a desperate kiss. Jimin molded his lips to yours, putting his hands on either side of your face, boxing you in. He felt his release getting dangerously close. So he reached down to where you were connected and began to rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves he knew would send you over.

Once his fingers swirled around your little nub a few times, your walls clamped down impossibly tight around him, drawing him over the edge. The two of you cried out your climaxes. You felt a piercing heat flood your womanhood and you knew that he had finished as well. Jimin collapsed on top of you, trying desperately to hang onto his human form. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you, but the end had arrived, and it was time to pay your debt.

You were blissfully unaware of the battle being raged inside of the man atop you as you stroked his hair affectionately. Jimin felt your small hands caressing his hair and the guilt he was feeling reared its ugly head once more. You didn't deserve what was going to happen to you, but he had no choice. You'd made your deal, and he had to collect.

Jimin pulled himself up and looked down at your sleepy face. He sighed and gave you a sad smile.

"Darling... You have to pay your end of the bargain now." He uttered, stroking your cheek gently.

"What do you mean?" You asked, looking into his eyes in confusion.

"The deal we made. Your soul belongs to me now, and I have to take it from you." He said, feeling the dread piling up in his stomach. What killed him even more was the smile that graced your face after he told you of your demise.

"You wouldn't be taking it, I'll give it to you willingly. I won't fight you. But, can you do two more things for me?" You asked, taking his hand in yours.

"Of course, anything you want." He complied almost instantly.

"First, I would like you to tell me the one thing I want to hear more than anything in the entire world... Please tell me." You implored, hoping that he knew what you wanted.

"I love you, ___. And I hope that the act we have just committed proves that to you. I love you," he said in such a sweet tone. You felt sincerity, but knew it was a lie. "What is your next request?" You smiled and closed your eyes, presenting your lips to him in a cute manner. Jimin returned your smile and kissed you tenderly, holding your face in his hands.

"I love you, Jimin... Take what I have promised." You said, keeping his hands in yours. Jimin knew he had to do it now. But he couldn't bare the thought of killing such an innocent creature. He had tainted you, but you had wanted it... There was no denying the crime you had committed, and there was nothing he could do but reap what you had sewed.

"Those will be your last words, I hope that you felt truly loved. Now please, accept your crime and death with open arms. It's the easiest way... I'm sorry, ___..." He said, reaching off the bed and grabbing a knife from his pants pocket. You stared at the blade with fear, but looked at the terror in Jimin's eyes and touched his hand gently.

You didn't say anything, what could you possibly say to him?

Thank you?

Thanks had no place here.

I love you?

You had already uttered that more than once.

Please, spare me?

You had made a contract, and it was time to pay in.

All you could do was accept your fate and let Jimin kill you.

The cool metal of the blade graced your neck and you looked into Jimin's eyes and saw remorse that was there. You simply smiled and felt the knife pierce your delicate skin and draw thick red blood from your body. Jimin dragged the blade across your neck in a quick motion, severing your jugular and causing your blood to flood from your body out onto your sheets. You gasped for air, how could you not? Your life was flashing before your eyes and everything that you had ever experienced came back to haunt you.

Jimin watched in horror as you convulsed and twitched before him, still naked from the sex you two had partook in. His eyes watched as your body became paler and paler. Your eyes became darker and he could see the life leaving you.

Soon, the blood stopped flowing and you became still.

It was over.

You were dead, and Jimin saw your soul beginning to rise from your corpse. He reached out and grabbed the small white orb in his hands and caressed it affectionately. He kissed it and then let it drop through the floor boards and down to hell where you would spend the rest of eternity.

Jimin gathered his clothes and redressed himself before walked back to your dead body. A single tear fell down his cheek as he stared at the woman he had just made love to. He realized it was true. You had made him feel loved for the first time in his long life as well. He wished it didn't have to be this way. Maybe in another life you two could've been happy... You could've been married and had kids. You both could've died together, instead of him killing you...

He walked towards your corpse and gathered the blankets around you and wrapped your still warm body in the bloodied sheets. Jimin carried your lifeless remains to the living area. All of your items from the ritual that summoned him here were still there, although charred from the fire you had started. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the memory of you desperately scrambling about trying to keep the site from collapsing and saving the ridiculous letters from your friends from burning as well.

Setting your body down in the middle of the floor, Jimin gathered his power and blew hot fire onto the floor, beginning a blaze. In a sudden burst of affection, Jimin walked through the inferno unscathed until he arrived at your corpse. He kneeled down and held you close to his chest and continued to do so until there was nothing left in his arms but ash. He still found it hard to leave, even when your body was gone and the house was beginning to collapse.

"I curse this land and all that will inhabit it. Anyone who lives in this village and caused you pain, will suffer. I will make that oath to you, ___. And the love that we never could live."

Maybe its the Full Moon?

To get your day done right, read a really story oriented smut that I wrote while on sleeping medicine! It’s actually pretty alright. Message me or reblog if you want more supernatural!AU for BTS! 

It was cold in the house.

You were always cold now-a-days.

Ever since Jimin left you were freezing, in your heart and in your body. There was no light and nothing to keep you warm.

No matter how many blankets you had, you still shivered, because none of them were him.

You watched the snow fall down from the sky in a beautifully horrible manner. It made you remember the boy who loved to run through the fields during the summer with you. As well as during the winter.

Park Jimin was your best friend since childhood. Since his parents passed away when he was young, yours had taken him in. Your parents were friends when they were younger as well and decided that Jimin would be treated like one of their own. Except that they always teased the two of you would get married in the future. Your mother would giggled and tease Jimin and say that he would be waiting for you at the end of the aisle one day. Being children you laughed at her and say no way, but as you grew, you noticed something very different about Jimin.

Especially once he hit puberty and turned into a massive wolf.

Yes, Park Jimin was a werewolf.

You remember his wolf form being beautiful and strong, and incredibly fast. Although it was hard for him to live in the small village of your birth. He always had to hide his abilities and try not to get angry in front of anyone.

Jimin was well tempered normally, but if anyone ever hurt you, then there was going to be hell to pay and you knew that well. You tried your best to always be kind to everyone so they would never find a reason to pick on you for fear of Jimin lunging at them, revealing the secret of his true identity.

You always thought of Jimin during the winter, because he was so warm. He'd always find a reason to sneak into your bed at night to keep you nice and toasty. He liked how cold you were because that made him feel a little less sweaty at night. Jimin would always steal your hands and place them on his forehead to make sure that his temperature would stay at a comfortable level.

The two of you used to make jokes about him being a God of Fire and you being a Goddess of Ice.

But eventually, as all young people do, Jimin started yearning for adventure.

"Maybe we could travel here one day, Jagi?"

He would say in the cutest voice ever. You'd always respond the same way.

"Maybe, Oppa."

One day, six boys showed up on your door step with Jimin in their midst. They introduced themselves as Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook. They were werewolves as well. However they were a little different than normal werewolves. They were nomads. They moved from place to place to keep their identities safe as well as their heritage.

The boys were very kind and always made sure that Jimin came home safe and sound. It all worked swimmingly, Jimin got to hang out with members of his own kind and they earned another member of their pack, and you got to have Jimin home with you at the end of the day.

However, these happy days couldn't last. And you remember the day that it all ended...

-_-_-_-_-

It was raining again.

You knew Jimin would be out frolicking with his fellow pack mates while they fought and had their fun. You missed hanging out with the cute little boy that had filled your childhood with nothing but good memories. But you knew he was happy where he was, and you had to respect that he was a little different than you.

And by a little you meant a lot.

A few hours passed and you noticed the rain was only getting worse. You decided you were going to call him. Just as you pressed the call button, Jimin stumbled through the door stoic and soaked to the bone.

"Jimin-oppa!" you yelped, running over to him quickly. His face was dark and that worried you. What had happened? Was he alright?

"___-ah," he breathed, bringing you into his arms in a bone crushing hug. You gasped at his strength and tapped his arm, desperate for air. Jimin seemed to noticed because his death grip loosened, but his arms still remained firm around your body.

"What's going on? Why are you so late? Why do you look so sad?" you asked, sick with worry. Jimin huffed and pulled back from you, pulling his shirt over his head. It wasn't uncommon for him to take off various items of clothing, seeing as how he was always so warm.

"They asked me to go with them," he said, tossing his shirt in the laundry basket. Your heart stopped as you stared at the back of the boy that used to cling to you during thunderstorms. The boy who ran through fields of daisies with you until you both collapsed in giggles. The boy who would do anything to stay by your side.

"And what did you say?" you asked, walking into his room tentatively.

"I said no," you gasped and smacked him on the back roughly causing him to whip around and face you. "Aish! What the hell was that for?" he asked, looking at you with curiosity and annoyance.

"Why the hell did you say no? Don't you understand what will happen to you if you stay here? Someone is going to find you at some point and I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," you whispered, placing your hands on his face gently, caressing his cheeks with affection.

He grabbed your hands and put them at your sides. "I had to say no, I can't leave you here alone. Your parents would kill me. I have a duty to you first," he said with indignation. Your heart swelled and you brought him into your arms.

"Jimin-oppa, you know how dangerous it is for you when the full moon comes out. And I don't even want to think about what happens when you leave for that week during mating season. You mean so much to me, but you aren't safe if you stay here," you murmured into his warm skin.

"You're not safe if I leave you here alone," he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist. You sighed and held onto him as if it was going to be the last time you ever did.

"I'll be fine, you know I will. I'll tell mom and dad what happened, they'll understand. Perhaps I can get one of my friends to stay here with me until I can move in with mom and dad, yeah? I'll stay safe. Don't you worry, everything will be alright. Please, go with them, live free like you should," you whispered, trying to keep your composure.

His grip became tighter around you but you didn't protest this time. You let him hold you as tightly as he could. You tried to memorize everything about him. The way his back sloped downwards in an attractive manner. The way his eyes twinkled with joy. The daisies of your youth.

Anything you could think of you tried to remember it and make it as solid in your memory as your name.

"Call them and tell them you changed your mind. Alright? Go with them, and promise me you'll be happy," you said, trying so desperately to keep the tears from falling.

You knew this day was going to come. But why did it have to be today? Why couldn't it be next week? Why couldn't it be next year?

Why did he have to leave at all?

You knew that he would be safer with his own kind, but it still killed you inside when you thought of waking up in a cold room on a winter morning. When you wouldn't have someone to bake for.

Finally the tears fell and Jimin could feel your body shaking with the emotion that you had been bottling up for the past weeks.

They had been dropping subtle hints to him about leaving, even when you were around. They weren't doing it to be malicious, but they knew just as you did that Jimin had to go with them. He would be infinitely safer on the move than stagnant.

"Don't cry Jagi, I'll come and visit you. Or we can meet up somewhere... Or I could stay here with you until we're old... We'll be so old together, doesn't that sound fun? You could whack me with your cane as you try to get around the house," Jimin said, thinking of a future that could never be.

"Call them," you said, pulling back from your embrace and wiping your tears away, covering them with a smile. "Call them or I will... You know you have to go, we both knew you would have to at some point. That's alright, oppa," you said, smiling despite the pain that was throbbing in your heart.

Jimin did as you asked and picked up the phone.

"Hyung? Yeah, it's me. You haven't left yet, right?"

The sound of his voice trailed off as he walked into his room and shut the door, leaving you out in the kitchen alone. You tried to find something to occupy your time with, but nothing seemed to stand out to you. All you wanted to do was cling to Jimin and beg him not to go, but you knew that in your heart this was the right thing to do. He would be happier off adventuring and doing things that he loves. Not stuck in a town where he has to be afraid to be himself.

"Jagi...? Are you still crying?" he asked, walking over and resting his hand on your shoulder. You shook your head and placed a hand on his forearm.

"When are you leaving?" you asked, wanting to know how long you had before he was ripped from your life.

"Namjoon-hyung said they would be over in a few minutes," Jimin trailed off, looking at the floor. Despair hung in the air like a wet cloth and you both felt weighted by the realization that you two would be living without one another for the first time in sixteen years.

"I see, you caught them just in time then. That's good," you whispered, trying so hard to keep yourself together, even though you were falling apart inside. Jimin had been your rock for so many years. Keeping you smiling during the hard times and making the good times even better.

The two of you went to the couch and simply hung onto each other like your lives depended on it.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Jimin's head peaked up and the two of you stared at each other. There was finality in the air as you approached the door.

You opened it to reveal the six boys you had grown to care for as well over the past months. You gestured for them to come inside and they did so, taking off their shoes politely at the door as usual. Jimin gave them all a hug as they celebrated their newest pack member. You watched from afar as the younger pack members jumped about and howled.

"We're sorry to take him from you like this, but you know what will happen if he stays," Jin, the oldest member of the pack said, approaching you with a sad smile on his face. You nodded and kept your eyes trained on Jimin, trying to memorize every piece of him.

"I understand that he has to go with you, but it still feels like I'm loosing a member of my family as well... Because we've grown up together, he means so much to me... But he'll be happier with you all, I know he will," you whispered, fighting the burning sensation in your eyes. Jin wrapped his arms around you in a firm hug that gave you a sort of comfort that you knew Jimin wouldn't be able to give you.

"I will do everything I can to keep him safe and bring him back to you once more, I promise I will do everything in my power to bring him home again," he whispered in your ear. You let out a choked sob into his shoulder and hung onto him like a life line.

"Please keep him safe. Please, please keep him safe. Whatever you do, keep Jimin safe from harm," you begged into Jin's shoulder. He rubbed your back and pulled you away to wipe your eyes.

"Come on everyone, night is going to be over soon and we need to get going before the hunters head out for their early escapades," he said with a demanding voice. You knew Jin wasn't a very tough personality, but he was the oldest and the whole pack respected their hyung.

The boys began to head for you, hugging you one by one and whispering apologies and promises into your ear before heading for their shoes. Jimin approached you and picked you up and held onto you tightly. The other pack members looked at the two of you with remorse and guilt. Knowing they were tearing up another pack of its own. The two of you were closer than anything and the thought of him leaving you was enough to kill you. But you had to be strong for Jimin, you couldn't be weak after he left. You had to keep living.

"Jimin-oppa... I'm going to miss you," you whispered against his neck. Jimin rubbed your back and nodded.

"I'm going to miss you too, please, stay safe," he breathed, keeping his arms locked around you.

The two of you wouldn't even be able to contact each other. They were going to places where phones weren't going to be good and if they did rival packs could trace them back to you. And that would be dangerous for you.

"I'll stay safe for you, and when you come home, I'll have your favorite meal waiting hot on the table, along with mom and dad smiling too. So you go and be happy, I'll see you soon," you whimpered, feeling the floodgates open and sobs wrack your body. Jimin seemed to react in a similar way because you felt tears on your shoulder. He had always been emotional since he was a child, and you were glad that was a trait that had stuck with him to adulthood.

You sneaked a look up at the fellow young men that were standing in your doorway. They all have guilt etched across their faces, knowing that your heart was breaking. Jimin sniffled and continued to hang onto you.

"I look forward to it, stay safe Jagi, be good." With that, he pulled away and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead before grabbing his shoes and walking out of the door, leaving you in the dimly lit kitchen while the rain poured down outside.

-_-_-_-_-

You fought the tears that had fallen far too many times at that memory. It had been three years since that night and you knew Jimin was probably happier now than he's ever been.

The day was calling and you set your feet on the ground before dragging yourself out of bed. You were a nurse now and you finally had a day off. You'd been on call for the past week and you found it easier to just stay at the hospital instead of making the hour drive home. A couple friends that you had made at the hospital offer you a couch or a bed during those times, to make sure that you would at least be comfortable.

However, nothing quite felt like your bed at home. And nothing felt like your bed unless Jimin was sharing it with you.

You always thought of Jimin whenever winter arrived, and now was no different. You saw his smile in the sun that rose over the white landscape. You saw his dark eyes in your morning coffee.

The memories hurt, but they were better than feeling nothing at all, which is how you felt a majority of the time. You liked your work, because helping people was a useful skill at least, and if you got hurt at home you knew how to fix it. You had been studying to be a surgical tech for the past nine months and clinicals were coming up so you had to hit the books extra hard for the time being.

Your parents knew you were struggling without Jimin with you, but they never showed up for a visit or anything of the like. Jimin had reached out to you twice in the past years, and once was a post card from Japan, and the other was a voicemail on your cell phone.

You remember every word he said to this very second.

"Hello Jagi! It's been too long since I've heard your voice. I miss you a lot. I'm safe, and I'm doing well! Please, don't be sad! I'll see you sooner than you think! Bye!"

You still had it on your phone and it was from a year ago. You didn't get a new phone purely because you knew that you would loose that voicemail from so long ago. But his voice was so sweet and pure that you could cry.

However, time for reminiscing was over. It was time to study.

You grabbed your books and continued on the chapter you had been working on for a few days, and the hours began to tick by.

Before you knew it, night had fallen and it was dark in your home.

You left the book open on the table and crawled back to bed.

It was still cold.

Because Jimin wasn't there to share it with you.

-_-_-_-_-

It was almost two o'clock in the morning and you were awoken by furious banging at your front door. It could be one of your friends from the hospital coming to get you for a late night at work. So you gathered your things and went to answer the door in your silky pajamas.

"Yes, what is it-Taehyung! What are you doing here?" you squeaked, seeing the man who now had much lighter brown hair then the last time you'd seen him and more scars on his hands. He looked older. Tired.

"____. It's Jimin, we need your help," he breathed, looking distressed. Your heart dropped to your stomach at his tone but you remained as composed as you could.

"What's wrong? Where is he? And were are the others?" you asked, looking past him.

"They're trying to get Jimin out of the car safely. We couldn't carry him all the way without making his injuries even worse."

Injuries?

Making them worse?

"Taehyung you tell me right now what happened," you growled, grabbing him by the jacket collar. He gripped your hands and pried them off before looking behind him.

"Hyungs!" you looked where his eyesight was directed and you almost threw up at the sight.

Jimin was covered in blood and bruises. His hyungs were carefully carrying him up the driveway and towards the house. You fought the urge to scream, instead, your nursing instinct kicked in.

"Taehyung, can you drive?" you asked, running to get a note pad.

"Yeah I can why?" he asked, following you to the kitchen.

"I need these items, go to this store, they should still be open. It's an emergency pharmacy that's open at all hours," you said, handing him your wallet.

"___-ah! What are you doing?" Taehyung questioned while you pushed him towards the door.

"Hurry up, now! Go! I don't have everything I need here, so get your ass in gear and go!" you yelled, pushing him out the door and running to the bedroom to make preparations for Jimin. You grabbed towels and a bowl of warm water, placing hydrogen peroxide in the steel bowl and leaving a wash cloth in there to soak. You also went and grabbed all of the bandages you could find. You set the towels down on the bed in a hastened manner, hearing their footsteps drawing closer.

"___-ah! Where is Taehyung going?" You heard Namjoon's voice from the doorway.

"I need him to get me some medical supplies! Bring him in here," you shouted, grabbing more bandages and scissors to cut his clothing with. You also found another bottle of hydrogen peroxide that you knew you were going to need. The familiar coppery scent of blood wafted through the room and you felt sick, but not because of the smell, because of who it belonged to.

"Jin-hyung, close the door behind you," Hoseok said before helping Jungkook and Namjoon rest Jimin on the bed. Jimin was unconscious and bleeding really badly. You noticed that his hair was blonde now and it was almost the color of his coat when he was in his wolf state.

"Jimin-oppa," you breathed, reaching out for the man whom you hadn't seen in years. His hair was blonde, similar to what is was in his wolf form and he looked stronger, a lot more lean as well. The years had aged him. Just as they had done to you.

"Is there anything you can do for him?" Namjoon asked, giving you a serious look.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to figure out where to start. "What happened to him? What are you all doing back here? I need answers to give him proper treatment," you stated, grabbing the bowl with water and hydrogen peroxide in it. You dabbed it on the smaller wounds and watched it fizz, disinfecting the area afflicted.

"We were coming back to visit you, as a surprise for your birthday coming up. Jimin practically demanded we come back since we were in the area already. But, what we didn't know what that there was a rival pack that had been hunting us down and doing surveillance. I guess one of them caught wind of you, and how you and Jimin had grown up together. Making him a 'tame' wolf. That's what they call wolves who weren't raised by werewolf families or a pack... They mentioned hunting you down and devouring you, or forcing you to be their mate... Not that we would ever let that happen. Jimin snapped and lunged for the leader. Seeing as how he's not an alpha wolf yet, it was a brutal fight," Jin said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking out of the window.

"Those assholes," you murmured, continuing to dab the wounds with a tenderness only you could possess for the young man.

"They also cheated, more than one attacked Jimin-hyung at once. Without giving fair warning. No snarls or growls. It was a cheap shot," Jungkook growled before resting his head on the bed beside Jimin and then he seemed to whimper like a pup who was scared. You reached over and placed your hand on his head to try an ease his worry. Jungkook leaned into your touch and rested his head on your knee, giving you ample room to work on Jimin's wounds.

You looked for the fabric scissors and saw them on the table. "Yoongi-oppa, can you hand me those scissors? I need to cut his shirt and pants off," you said, looking back down at his body with worry.

Yoongi was quick to comply and handed you the cold metal tool in an instant. You nodded your thanks and began cutting his shirt off in delicate strips.

The blood was thick and congealing in globs, trying to clot itself to save Jimin's life, but all was proving futile. The wounds were severe and you weren't sure if you had the expertise to help Jimin properly. But you knew you were his only chance at survival at this point. You couldn't take him to a hospital. These kinds of injuries would surely cause suspicious and Jimin's temperature would be more of a concern as well.

Except now, Jimin's temperature was dropping, and fast. This concerned your more than anything. He was a wolf, so he was going to be much warmer than any human. A temperature of ninety-eight point six would prove to be detrimental to a werewolf. Their normal body temperature rests around one hundred and eight to one hundred and fifteen depending on age.

"His temperature is dropping quickly. We need something to warm him up once he's clean," you mumbled, trying to think of something to help him. An idea popped into your head, "Hoseok-Oppa, there's a heating blanket in the front closet by the door. Go out there and get if for me please. Jungkook see if Taehyung has gotten to the pharmacy yet," you ordered, quickly getting back to Jimin's condition.

The youngest member of the pack was quick to obey your order and ran out of the room towards the front door, his elder following him at a fast pace. Finally, Jimin's shirt was off and you could see the damage here. You gasped at the deep claw marks that marred his skin and you could feel the familiar burning of tears flooding your eyes.

"Don't. Just try and see if you can fix him before you already give up," Yoongi said, staring at you with a hard glare. You sniffled and wiped your eyes and grabbed the wash cloth and began wiping away the blood. Namjoon even came over and began to help you, grabbing a separate wash cloth and dabbing at the wounds towards his shoulders and neck area.

The work went faster with two people putting effort towards the result, so you decided to put your oppa's to work.

"Yoongi-oppa, whenever you notice the bowl getting too red, can you take it from us and clean it out and bring back a new bowl of water with hydrogen peroxide it in? That would be extremely helpful," you asked, giving him a pleading look. Yoongi nodded in a lethargic way, but you knew he would do what you asked if it meant helping one of his pack members. "Jin-oppa, can you take these scissors and carefully start removing Jimin-oppa's pants. Be careful that you don't actually cut his skin," you said, holding out the bloodied scissors to the oldest pack member. Jin nodded and took the scissors without a second glance, getting to work immediately.

Soon, everyone was doing some form of work. Namjoon and you were cleaning Jimin's wounds as fast as you could. Jungkook was searching your drawers for some of Jimin's old clothes, praying that they would still fit after three years of time passing. Taehyung called and said he got double of everything, maybe three if you wrote it in bold. He also said that he paid, because it wasn't your fault that Jimin was in this state. It was there's for not controlling their underling. Yoongi was very attentive, taking the bowl away and replacing it with fresh water and peroxide when he saw fit. Jin was almost done with Jimin's pants, leaving the wounds untouched. You gave a quick thought about him being a nurse as well, with how efficient he was in doing the task you had asked of him.

Jungkook came in with some sweatpants and new boxers that you had kept in a drawer in your room incase you ever found a need for them. He set them on the side table. Hoseok followed him in with the heated blanket you asked from him. You smiled and told Jungkook to come help Yoongi, preparing a new bowl before you had need of it would be the most efficient way to clean. So then you wouldn't have to wait for Yoongi to clean and fill the previous bowl. So the men had a sort of assembly line going. Yoongi would take the dirty bowl and hand you the new clean one while Jungkook worked on the cleaning and refilling of the next bowl. Normally by the time Jungkook was done cleaning and refilling you were ready for the next bowl anyways.

Hoseok was still waiting on Taehyung, saying that he was still in the store.

You and Namjoon worked down Jimin's body, cleaning and inspecting his wounds. His upper torso had three deep gash wounds that you knew would need stitches. His shoulder was dislocated and you were fairly certain that he had a few broken ribs. You hadn't even had a chance to look at his legs yet. All the while, Jimin's temperature kept dropping.

"He feels really cold. He's starting to feel more like noona," Jungkook said, placing his hand on Jimin's forehead. Your head snapped up and you ran for the kitchen quickly. You grabbed a hot water bottle that you had kept there for period reasons and filled it up with steaming hot water. After it was full you darted back into the room and placed the water bottle underneath Jimin's neck, hoping that it wouldn't shock his system, but keep him warm enough to hold out until you could get him under the blanket.

Finally you and Namjoon reached his legs and began the cleaning process all over again. Taehyung had arrived not soon after with all you had asked for. He even grabbed some sheets that were on sale.

Nice snag.

The two of you who were cleaning worked fast and evaluated the situation. Jimin had bad bruising on his lower left calf, possibly a severe strain. The guys assured you that it wouldn't take long for that to heal, but rather focus on the more prominent injuries. He had a bad gash on his right thigh, but other than that, his legs were mainly just dirty and bruised. You and Namjoon cleaned away, making sure that no inch of him was left bloodied and dirt covered. Taehyung and Yoongi were working on setting up a table for you that had all of the equipment that you required, while Hoseok cleaned all of your equipment. You were hoping to get your surgical technician license early next year and that gave you the confidence you needed to continue. That and you knew that without your help, Jimin would likely be dead.

Taehyung and Jin worked together to flip Jimin onto his good side, careful as to not disturb any of the deeper wounds on his chest and his dislocated shoulder. You stared at his back. It was broad and muscled. If it wasn't covered with blood and dirty you were certain you would be drooling. However, there was a deep cut in his lower back causing you great concern. Namjoon and you both cleaned it delicately as you had the rest of his battered form. You watched in remorse as the wound kept bleeding profusely.

You had to stitch it up and you had to do it now.

Without much more thought you jumped up and ran to the sink and washed off your hands, pouring hydrogen peroxide onto your skin to sterilize it the best you could. After that you snatched some latex gloves from a box under your skin in the bathroom and threw those on, making sure you didn't touch anything before you got to Jimin's body. Taehyung was already waiting with the curved needle and thread, handing you your needle driver's that you had been using for practice. Yoongi had filled a surgical syringe with hydrogen peroxide and water, hopefully creating a make shit flush. You had to work fast.

"Jungkook and Taehyung, hold Jimin on his side and keep him there. If he wakes up during this process then you'll need to keep him still as you can. Make sure to avoid his major injuries," you ordered. The young pack members were quick to listen and did as you instructed. "Namjoon-oppa, grab a flashlight for me as well as a mask." Namjoon left the room to grab what you had requested. "Yoongi-oppa, be ready to flush out the wound when I say so," Yoongi nodded and went to grab a bowl to mix enough of the solution in so he didn't have to run to the sink constantly during the procedure. Namjoon came back and placed the mask on your face so you didn't have to touch anything. After placing the mask on you, he turned the flashlight on and aimed it directly at Jimin's wound. "Hoseok-oppa, be ready to grab bandages for me once I'm done suturing his wound. Jin-oppa, would you assist me?" you asked, looking to the oldest member. Jin nodded and stalked to the bathroom to clean his hands as well.

Everyone was in position, now you just had to get this right. The depth of the stitches and how many you put in were very important. You assessed the damage and decided the best way to approach the injury. You had the would parallel to you and you told Yoongi to flush it. He did so and the wound was patted dry by Jin. Finally, you were ready to begin. You reached forward punctured the skin, working the thread through the skin and then tying the knot. You did this repeatedly, asking for patting and flushing throughout the procedure.

Soon, you were looking at a closed wound. Yoongi flushed it once more before Jin patted it dry and Hoseok came forward to apply bandages to it. The most serious injury was dealt with and now you could continue your work on the rest of his body.

All of you stayed up until around mid afternoon, working desperately to clean and sterilize all of Jimin's wounds and reset his shoulder. Also helping with his ribs.

Everyone was asleep and you were finishing up cleaning Jimin's face. He had a small cut on his lip that you cleaned and there was also a cut on his eyebrow that you were tending to. His temperature was at a stable level for now and you all could finally take a breather. The boys had tried to convince you to sleep, but you knew it would all be a fruitless effort. It was the first time you were seeing Jimin in a very long time and you wanted to see how these years had effected him. You saw scars that weren't there when he left and his whole body seemed foreign to you. Something inside of you, though, recognized him. It was your little Mochi Jimin that had ran through fields of flowers with you all throughout your childhood.

Although now he looked much different from when the two of you were younger. His face was much more chiseled. Dare you say he looked even better than when he left...?

You ran your fingers through his hair and noticed that it was super soft... There was no way he could've dyed it this color without some sort of damage... Did it change color as he got older? How the hell did that work? You noticed that Yoongi and Jungkook's hair had changed as well. Taehyung's also.

There was a knock at the door that startled you from your thoughts. "Come in," you said, wondering who wanted your attention right now. Yoongi walked through the door and shut it behind him. You swallowed hard and bit your lip, trying not to get nervous around your elder.

He walked slowly towards you, dropping to his knees in front of you and grabbing your free hand. You were shocked by the display. It was one of sheer submission and the thought of the second oldest member of the pack bowing his head to you was something out of a story book.

"Thank you for saving, Jimin-ah. We took him from you three years ago and you never argued. You didn't complain. You accepted that he had to come with us and you let him go. Thank you for fixing our mistake. We are all gravely sorry that we broke our promise to you to keep him safe. We all promised that he wouldn't get hurt and we brought him to your door step half dead and you simply helped up. We can't ever than you enough," he said, pressing your hand to his forehead.

You took your hand from his and placed it on his head in a soothing manner, combing your fingers through his hair much like you had to Jimin when he was younger and having a fit. Yoongi instantly relaxed and became appeased at the motions.

"Of course I will help you, any of you. If you ever need me, I'll be here to help you through whatever I can. If Jimin trusts you, then I trust you. If Jimin loves you, I love you. You'll always have a home here with me. All of you. You can stop listening through the door now," you teased, lifting your head and watching the door creak open to reveal two teary eyed men and three crying children.

Hoseok surged forward and took you in his arms, careful not to hit Jimin or Yoongi.

"Oh, ___-ah! We care for you as well! You're one of our most treasured friends!" he said, sniffling with tears running down his face. Jungkook and Taehyung followed suit right after, grabbing a free part of your body and hung onto it, crying and sniffling like little boys. Their older hyungs came forward and kneeled similar to Yoongi and showed you their appreciation. You smiled at their devotion to you and their love for their fellow pack member. You fought back tears and gave them each a long hug.

"Thank you for doing all you can for him, we know it was hard for you to see him like that," Namjoon said, resting his hand on your shoulder. You nodded in acknowledgment and gave him a smile, easing the tension in the room.

Hoseok offered to help you give Jimin a bath, seeing as how there was no way in hell you were doing it alone. The two of you carefully brought two large bowls of water and sponged him clean. You leaving for a small portion while Hoseok cleaned his, uh, other parts. After that you were free to wash him your self. It was just his hair that you needed to do and you could tell that Hoseok needed to rest some more.

You sat there with Jimin's head hover in your lap delicately, placed strategically over a bowl of warm water to wash with. You worked hard to get all of the dirt and leaves out of his now blonde hair, hoping that the blood that was stuck to it wouldn't have stained it. You really enjoyed this new color on him. Thankfully it all washed out and his hair was left nice and clean for him. You carefully towel dried it, making sure that it wouldn't be uncomfortable for him when he woke up.

A yawn shook your body and you knew that you needed to get some sleep. You'd been up for almost twelve hours and you were running on maybe two hours of restless sleep prior to that. You set Jimin up in bed to as where he wouldn't hurt his shoulder that was in a sling, thankfully there from where you hurt your forearm a few months back. You checked his head and he was warm to you, which was a good thing. The boys would come check him soon enough and before you knew it, you were falling into a peaceful sleep on the bed next to Jimin.

You slept better than you had in years.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been a week, and Jimin hadn't woken up.

Fear gripped everyone's hearts, and no one could determine why he wasn't waking up. You had set up a nutrient drip for him that would keep him alive for the time being, and you checked his vitals frequently throughout the day.

All of the boys got a lesson in emergency medicine if you had to go out for something and Jimin's condition took a sudden turn.

If worst came to worst, they were to call an ambulance for their friend.

It was only if there was no chance of survival.

You prayed that you would never have to call those dreaded numbers, and so far you hadn't had to do any of that.

Jimin's temperature was fine and his wounds were healing up nicely due to his accelerated healing as a werewolf. You even took out some of the smaller sutures earlier in the day. You were fairly certain that most of the smaller wounds weren't going to scar, but his larger ones were more likely to leave a mark.

The boys were impatient. They weren't used to staying in one place for so long like you and Jimin were. You were surprised they lived here for a few months by the way they were acting now.

Would this be how Jimin acted when he woke up? Would he be more interested in the outside world than what's inside your tiny house? The thought left a sour taste in your mouth and you decided that you should go check on Jimin once again.

Right before you laid your hand on the door, an arm reached our and snatched your wrist in a tight grip. You looked back and noticed that it was Taehyung. You eyed him curiously and tried to get your wrist back. He had a very stern look on his face, something that was unusual for the younger male. Even though he was only younger than you by a month.

"Taehyung, what's going on...?" you asked, giving him a weird look.

"Have you eaten yet today?" he grilled, looking at your form. You sighed and shook your head.

What was the point in eating if you were going to have to drop it in a moments notice to go save someone's lives?

No wonder nurses are either skinner or overweight. You either eat it all at once or you didn't eat at all...

Taehyung seemed to be frustrated as he led you to the kitchen. He threw open the fridge door and grabbed an orange and peeled it, shoving the pieces into your mouth and waiting for you to chew and swallow before handing you another piece. After that he force fed you a granola bar, then making you drink an entire bottle of water.

The other boys giggled at how he was treating you, but they knew what he was doing was necessary. You weren't taking caring of yourself. Instead you were focused on keeping everyone else healthy and happy. Although, no one can be cared for if you pass out from malnutrition.

You smiled at Tae and patted his head, pinching his cheek in an endearing way, hoping that you would see that goofy smile that fit his face much better than the broodish look he was wearing now. Just like clock work Tae's face lit up and he giggled a little, booping your nose in response. The mood was lighter and you all felt a little bit better.

After eating something you seemed to get a little brighter yourself and you walked in to check Jimin's vitals.

Pulse?

Normal.

Temperature?

Warm, to you.

Bandages?

Clean, just changed them.

Hair?

Clean, washed it yesterday.

Blood pressure?

Little low, but he's been laying down for an extended period of time so it makes sense.

Everything checked out. He was still fine. You sighed and sat down beside him, running your fingers in his hair. It had become a comfort for you, feeling his presences and being able to touch him again. If you slept at all, you slept in here with him. No one challenged you on it, and no one tried to stop you.

Later on that night, the boys had been out checking the perimeter.

Hoseok went out twenty miles with Jin and Taehyung.

Namjoon went out ten miles with Jungkook and Yoongi. They hadn't returned yet, but you knew they would. Getting out of the house was good for those hooligans. Being cooped up all day made them get anxious, and you could tell. The boys felt like sitting ducks in this house. There was no where to hide, no good leverage point and worst of wall, their comatose pack member was helpless in the bed and there was no way they were going to leave him behind. So getting out and checking everything made them feel a little safer. You as well. There wasn't a chance in hell you would survive a werewolf attack and everyone knew that. Jimin was in no condition to do anything. It would be six against however many decided they wanted to fight, and those odds weren't good ones.

Soon you heard the boys coming home. The howls were distinct and short, letting you know it was really them coming and not another pack. You walked into the kitchen to check on dinner and it was done. You set out the plates and made sure that everything was set up so they could eat. They were always hungry when they transformed out of wolf form, so you made sure there was a hearty meal set out.

The door opened an all hell broke loose.

Jungkook was bleeding.

Namjoon barely had his pants on.

Taehyung was hyperventilating.

Yoongi was deathly quiet.

Hoseok was crying.

Jin looked pissed off.

You immediately went to Jungkook to find it was just a superficial cut that was bleeding a lot. Must've cut a big vein or something along those lines. It was already healing so you simply cleaned the cut best you could and let the process go naturally.

Next you calmed Taehyung down, rubbing his back and telling him to take deep breaths in and out, telling Namjoon to show him how to breathe while you comforted Hoseok. The older man shook like a leaf in your embrace and you wondered what the hell happened. You took Yoongi's hand for a moment while still holding Hoseok and gave him a questioning look. He simply squeezed your hand and looked at the floor gravely.

Jin turned to you and bit his lip, trying to figure out what to say.

"Just tell me what I need to do," you said, trying to make it easier.

The oldest member looked at you and sighed, rubbing his face in frustration, "You need to get the fuck out of here, and fast."

Your heart stopped.

What?

Leave?

"You know I can't do that, Jimin still needs me, the wound on his back still hasn't fully healed. He also isn't off his IV drip yet," you said defensively, letting Hoseok go.

"There's going to be a bloodbath here, and we can't do shit to stop it. We need to pack up our shit and leave. Grab Jimin and put him in the back of a car or van and take him with us. But we can't stay here, we'll all die if we do," Yoongi said, pulling you to face him.

Namjoon stepped forward. "The pack that tried to kill Jimin. They figured out where we went and they confronted us when we regrouped to head back here. One of their youngest members attacked Jungkook which started a standoff. They said we had till tomorrow to get the fuck out of here or we were all dead. Starting with you," he said, throwing his shirt on.

You swallowed hard and thought about the situation you were in. You all had to get out before tomorrow, or you were dead.

"Alright. You guys want to eat dinner before it gets cold?" you asked, walking over and starting to set the table. They all eyed you curiously.

"We just told you we're fucking dead if we don't get out of here and you want us to eat? What the hell is wrong with you!?" Taehyung screamed, trying to keep himself under control.

You gave them all a sad smile. "You all have to get out. Take Jimin with you and take care of him. I'll stay here, hopefully that will keep them here so you guys can get a head start," you stated, already plating some of the food.

Jin came by and ripped the plate from your hand, throwing it onto the ground, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you against the counter.

"Are you being stupid? You're not staying here. You're good as dead if we leave you and Jimin will never forgive us for that," he growled. Yoongi and Hoseok were quick to come to your aid, pulling Jin off of you. Jin huffed and tried to calm down himself.

Everyone was looking like they were ready to fight you on this matter. You could either back down and go with them, or fight them and keep them safe.

You didn't wait three years to give up.

"I won't go with you, I refuse. If you do anything else it's kidnapping. If you try to take me with you I'll find a drug store, find pills and jump in a bathtub. Don't test me on this. I'll die either way," you said, starting to clean up the broken plate. Hoseok ushered you away from the sharp shrapnel and started cleaning it up himself.

Jungkook looked at you with a torn expression. "There's really nothing we can do is there? You won't come with us?" he asked, sounding like he was about to burst into tears.

You shook your head and walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"You're such a good boy, Jungkook-ah. Continue to be good. You'll be a strong pack leader one day, remember that," you whispered, soothing the shaking boy.

"Don't say goodbye, goodbyes are permanent," Yoongi said, giving you a side glance. All of the pack members except the eldest came over and put their arms around you, hoping for an answer. Hoping that someone would think of a miracle to get you all out of this nightmare alive.

Jin stood up and whirled around, looking at everyone with a firm stare.

The room went dead silent.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with your breath.

"We're going to stay with ____-ah, and we're going to fight," he said with a firm tone.

Yoongi was the first to speak.

"You heard them, how the hell are we going to fight off eight of them when there are six of us? They're all older as well. They have much more experience fighting than any of us do," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Jin stared at him and then at you.

"Don't give up before you've even tried. We can do it if we stick together and work together. There's nothing we can't do if we work together. If we're going to die, we're going to do it together. Together, or not at all."

Everyone took the weight of their leader's words.

Maybe it wasn't impossible.

Maybe you could do it.

If you did it together... Who was to say you couldn't do it?

-_-_-_-_-_-

The sun rose, and all of you were waiting.

No one dared to breath and no one could barely blink.

Everyone was in position.

Jin and Jungkook were stationed outside of the house. They were the most strategic fighters and they were the strongest out of everyone.

Namjoon and Yoongi were waiting throughout the house with different plans.

If anyone got close to the cellar, which is where you were hiding with Jimin, Yoongi would do his best to fight them off. He was a very different kind of fighter. No one really knew his exact style and that threw a lot of people off their game. He was their wild card and it was a good place to put him. Namjoon was towards the front, back up if Jin and Jungkook needed him or if Yoongi needed him.

Hoseok and Taehyung were setting up different traps around the house. Gasses and bear traps would be enough to slow them down and make them weak when they got to the house, but they knew it wouldn't stop them. They would be look outs and join up with whoever needed them when they needed it.

You sat quietly in the dark cellar with Jimin by your side. His stitches were out and he was more or less recovered... But he still hadn't woken up or done anything of the like. You were sick with worry, but you had to stay strong for everyone else, because they were just as scared as you were. There was a gun strapped to your thigh. If all else failed you were to aim and shoot. Don't have any regard for the life, protect your own, is was Namjoon advised to you. You weren't certain you could take a life, regardless if they were trying to end your own. But you could do anything to save Jimin.

He meant everything to you.

A strange feeling settled in your stomach. It wasn't nerves or anything like that. It was more of a dread. Like you wanted to say something that you knew you couldn't, or like it would never be heard.

Wanting to tell someone something, and never being able to tell them.

It was the situation that you were put in that was making you feel this way...

Jimin...

The more you thought about your memories, the more and more your heart began to fill with this dread.

All of the times he had crawled in your bed to keep you warm at night. All of the times that you had made him ramen, even though he complained that it swelled up his face. When you saw him transform for the first time and you had never been so scared, but so secure at the same time. Jimin was your life. He was your childhood and you wanted him to be your future...

Why did you have to make these realizations now!? At the worst fucking time! When you were literally staring death in the face and saying, "What's up?"

You loved this big wolf! You loved him more than you needed to breathe. It all made sense. Why you felt so cold whenever he wasn't near you. It was because he brought warmth and light into your life, ever since you were young, and when it was suddenly gone, you didn't know how to be warm.

You started to think about his undeniably good looks and how many times you'd gotten yourself off to the thought of him sneaking into your bed one night and having his way with you. It was a popular fantasy in your teenage years...

Suddenly, a loud growl ripped through the air. The hair on the back on your neck stood straight up and you knew that the rival pack had arrived. Yips and growls hovered through the house, and you wrapped Jimin up in your arms and held his head close to your chest, praying for a miracle to save you all.

Then, it all got quiet.

There was no sound.

You could hear a pin drop if you had the courage to move or blink.

A low growl hung in the air, and you recognized it as Jin. It was a defensive move, giving a warning.

The last chance for either party to turn back.

There was a shuffle of paws and then all hell broke loose, for the second time in the last twelve hours. Growls and snarls pierced the air and you heard whining from wolves getting attacked.

Your boys were out numbered, and you knew that. But you hoped that there was a way that the traps had evened the odds a little bit.

The floor near you still hadn't made any motions. Yoongi was in wolf form, but other than that, he had remained still. You wondered if all of the others were fighting and he was standing guard. Or if they hadn't gotten in the house yet.

If they hadn't then there was a positive outlook on this battle. If they had, well, they there still was hope...

You heard a heavy thud and you knew a wolf was down. You didn't know who it was, but the snarling and growling only seemed to be getting louder and louder. It was getting closer.

Yoongi moved above you and you realized he was getting into a fighting stance, ready to defend you and Jimin. You slammed your hand over your mouth in and attempt to keep yourself from crying out.

Your eyes wandered to Jimin's beautiful pale hair that was the only thing you could see in the dark. This was going to be the only time you could say it. Might as well say it out loud before you die...

The growls and yipping was getting to be like it was right in your ear, and you knew you didn't have time. You shifted your weight and were careful not to hit Jimin's IV. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before leaning towards his ear.

"Jimin," you said, dropping the honorifics. "I've loved you since we were children. I want you to know that before we die," you whimpered, trying to keep as quiet as you could.

Another thud and you heard Yoongi's whimpers.

He was down. There was the sound of sniffing and you reached for your gun without giving it another thought. You heard the sounds of bones cracking and then the sounds of boots smacking on the cellar door.

You were found.

In less than ten minutes.

The door to the cellar flew open and a man in a long winter coat walked forward. His eyes were glowing yellow and his teeth were slightly elongated.

"Well well well, this is where they were hiding their little whore? And the boy that I had a good round with, how hilarious. Not awake yet are you buddy?" he sneered, laughing at Jimin's state.

"D-Don't talk to him like that!" you stuttered, holding the gun up with shaky hands. No sooner did you lift it up before the man had ripped it from your grasp and aimed it at you.

"Never killed someone with a conventional human weapon. I wonder what the appeal is? Care to find out doll face?"

You hugged Jimin and tried desperately to keep yourself from crying.

"Jimin, please save me. Please save me," you whimpered, taking Jimin's hand in yours.

Your head was ripped back, the man grabbing your hair and pulling you off of the bed. A scream tore through the air and you recognized it as your own.

"____-ah! Hang on! Taehyung go help her! Tae! Get up!"

It was so loud, but all you could do was stare at Jimin's unconscious form in the bed and beg someone, anyone to keep him safe. All of the boys safe. If this is all they wanted, then they can have it.

"If you kill me, will you leave them alone? Will you let them go?" you asked, looking up with teary eyes at the man. He snickered at you and nodded his head.

"Sure babe, if that's what'll make this easier, then of course. We can all play nice once your blood is splattered on the wall."

With that you felt the gun press against your temple and the pressure being applied. You gasped at the cold sensation against your skin and goosebumps ran down your spine.

"Jimin, I love you," you whispered.

There was a gunshot and your world went black.

-_-_-_-_-

You opened your eyes and Jimin was there at the foot of your bed, looking at you with worry. His eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying. You sat up slowly, looking around the room with tired eyes.

Were you dead?

Was this heaven?

"___-ah... You scared me so bad, I thought you had died," he croaked, taking you in his strong arms and pulling you into his warmth. You hummed in approval and ran your hands down his back.

"Jimin-oppa..."

A sniffle broke you out of your little trance and you pulled Jimin's face out of your neck. Tears were flowing freely down his beautiful face and his eyes were...

Blue?

"Jimin-oppa, when did you get blue eyes?" you asked like an idiot. Jimin gave a watery chuckle and wiped his striking blue orbs.

"I went through my first moon phase, and my hair and eyes both changed to this color... Do-Do you not like it?" he asked shyly, playing with the strings on his shirt. You laughed and shoved his shoulder backwards.

"Of course I love it! It's because it's you dummy, and I love you," you said happily, living in the fantasy of heaven with him.

Jimin's face turned serious and he held your face before smashing his lips against your own. You gasped in shock, but eagerly kissed him back, loving the way his plush lips melded against your own in perfect sync.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to deepen the kiss, but Jimin was quick to stop you, pulling away from your mouth and leaving you empty and cold again.

"Hang on a second... You know you're not dead right?" he questioned, trying to confirm your mental state.

You gaped at him like a fish out of water and squealed before hiding yourself under the blanket. You couldn't believe you had just said that to him!

It was different when you were in the cellar. It was a life or death situation and you weren't sure you were going to live to tell him yourself, and you had to say it out loud to sort of except it yourself...

There was a pressure on your leg and you pulled your head out from under the covers. Jimin was staring at you like a puppy who didn't get his treat.

"Jagi... I heard you calling for me... I was so lost in my own head, I had no idea where I was. I'm pretty sure I was dead before you got your hands on me, but somehow you brought me back to life. Even before I left with the pack... Every day you saved me from myself. You reminded me what it felt like to be human, and what it was like to live in a home. I missed being here with you... I wanted to come back all the time, but they told me it was going to be dangerous to do so... When I heard you say you love me... I didn't know how to feel, but I heard your tears and I knew something wasn't right. I woke up and I saw the women I love with a gun to her head and the asshole who tried to kill me smiling all the while. I took that gun and I shot him dead. You passed out and I carried you up here... You scared me so bad, Jagi... I thought you weren't going to live," he whimpered, burying his face in your legs. You sighed and ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down and watched and he slowly did so.

Soft kisses were placed to your thighs and you giggled in protest. You pushed his shoulder once more, but felt a tingling sensation in between your legs start to grow...

"Jimin, are we alone?" you asked, feeling him lay down beside you in what felt like forever.

"It's oppa. And yes, everyone else is out of the house, blowing off some steam. Why do you ask?" Jimin questioned, playing with your hair.

"You love me, correct?" you asked, turning over to face him.

"Of course, that's a stupid question," he responded deadpan.

"How long have you loved me?"

"The day we built our first snowman together," he said, biting his lip. "Why do you ask?"

Without any other warning you leaned forward and captured his lips with your own. Jimin understood quickly what you were asking of him and he was quick to act on your impulses. You pushed him onto his back, careful of his bad shoulder, and straddled him, grinding your waist down onto his lap.

Jimin let out a little moan at the contact and looked up at you in disbelief. "What are we doing? Are we really going to do this?" he asked, biting his lip as if he was curious if this was okay.

"I almost died and you almost died, the universe might not give us a second chance. So I want us to show our love to each other, and I want to do it right now with you Park Jimin. Do you have a problem with that?" you asked, pulling your shirt over your head.

He shook his head quickly and sat up, removing his shirt as well. His hot hands caressed your skin, pulling you against his hardening member with alluring rolls of his hips. It was all rather sudden, but you couldn't think of a better time to do it. No time like the present, and you weren't sure what the future was going to bring for the two of you. Nothing was set in stone and you weren't going to be robbed of showing your love to Jimin for another second.

Your lips traced his jawline in teasing motions, drawing a growl from his throat that sent pleasurable chills down your spine.

"I'm not the teasing type baby, don't test me," he muttered, unhooking your bra with efficiency.

You knew there was no way in hell Park Jimin would be a virgin when he came home to you, but you weren't either. It was a drunken night with a boy at a club and you were so mad you could kick yourself. But, it was over now, and at least you could spare yourselves of that awkward first time fumbling that neither of you needed right now. What you needed was the connection that you had been missing all of these years. To feel finally complete.

Jimin groped your breasts with kneading motions, flicking his thumbs over your nipples to add stimulus to your already damp core. You kept your grinding motion on his lap, enjoying the way that his pants rubbed against your mound. Jimin watched you with hungry eyes.

Like a wolf stalking it's prey.

"Is the big bad wolf gonna come and get me?" you teased, leaning forward and biting Jimin's lip and pulling it back with a 'pop'.

A feral snarl ripped through Jimin and he flipped the two of you over and you were on your back in an instant. It took your breath away, but in a good way. Jimin's form melted against yours as he began kissing you without abandon. Your bare chest was against his hot skin and you moved your thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache that was growing there.

Jimin took noticed and reached his hands inside of your panties, quickly feeling how soaked you really were.

"Jesus Christ, you're absolutely drenched baby... Are you wet for my cock, huh? Is that what you want? Do you want me to mark you as my own? My mate? Do you want me to breed you?" Jimin groaned into your ear at the thought of it all. His skin was starting to become damp and you were desperate to get more of his clothing off.

You fiddled with his belt and it was soon clamoring to the floor with a loud sound. Neither of you seemed to notice, far too caught up in each other to care about what was happening around you. The buttons on his pants were next and you undid them with ease, reaching into his jeans and giving him a few good squeezes, watching him buck into your hand. A smile graced your features and you leaned up to kiss him softly. Jimin reached similarly, cradling your face delicately, placing feather light kisses to your lips in an endearing manner.

"I love you," you breathed, shimming out of your short, throwing them and your panties to the floor without a second thought. Jimin whimpered as you pressed wet, opened mouth kisses to his throat.

"I love you too," he moaned, grabbing at your hips to bring your body closer to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips, trying to memorize the flavor in your mind and to keep it there if he ever left again. This was all about learning more about each other's bodies. What made him moan and what made you fall apart?

It was a discovery period.

Neither of you had bared this much to the other, and the nerves finally started settling in. Jimin had gotten his pants of and was grinding his clothed cock against your center, creating a delicious friction that had you panting softly into his ear. A sudden wave a anxiety flushed over your form and you tensed, hanging onto him a little tighter than you had earlier. Jimin noticed immediately and rubbed your back soothingly.

"Do you want to stop? We don't have to do this, Jagi, it's all up to you," he breathed, slowing his hip movements. You whined at the loss of friction and moved your hips against his in an attempt to get the pleasurable sensation back.

"I want this, I want you. Show me you love me," you said, pulling his underwear off of his body.

Jimin leaned forwards and settled his member against your entrance, shuddered at the contact alone. He could only imagine how good it would feel once he was inside of you. You shifted towards him and the tip slide inside of you and you gasped at the pleasurable sensation that filled your stomach. It was hardly inside of you, but the connection the two of you had been missing was slowly getting filled and it was a delectable action.

You gave the go ahead and Jimin pushed forwards, filling you to the brim with his hot, throbbing length. Your head fell back against the pillow and you could hardly breath.

It hurt.

He was huge and you felt like you were being ripped in half. You should've probably waited for him to go down on you or something of the like, because you definitely weren't wet enough to take him in one go.

"Does it hurt?" he panted against your neck. He noticed your tension and was trying very hard not to lose control and pound into you with reckless abandon. You nodded your head slightly before running your nails down his back. The feeling of your sharp nails going down his back caused an involuntary jerk to run through his body.

"Ah! Jimin!" you yelped, grabbing his waist in pain. Jimin pulled back and looked at you with regret.

"Sorry baby! Your nails cause me to buck forward... You feel really good around me, try not to talk too much please... You clench every time you do and I'm already so close to busting," he whimpered, reaching down and rubbing your clit in slow circles to get you warmed up so he could start pounding into you like he wanted.

A soft moan floated through the air. Jimin smiled at your face beneath him. He'd wanted you like this for so long, underneath him stuffed full with his cock. He was a little upset that you weren't a virgin, but that was his own fault for not getting the balls to fuck you sooner. But you were just as tight as a virgin, clenching around him with every breath.

"It's alright, Jimin, you can move now," you exhaled, placing your hand on his cheek.

It didn't take him long before he started moving his hips in a slow, but steady manner. The feeling of Jimin's cock moving in and out of you was an unbelievable sensation. He was so big and so deep inside of you that you were certain he was going to ruin you. However, it felt too good. You would gladly let him tear you open if it meant that you could feel this kind of pleasure again and again and again.

The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Jimin worked his dick inside of your throbbing pussy.

There wasn't a lot of talking.

You two didn't feel like anything had to be said.

The love was palpable, you could both feel it around you. And inside of you in particular. Jimin was very talented with his hips and every time he pushed back inside of you would give a little swivel that would brush against your clit in a devilish way. You arched your back, yearning for more of his huge length.

You two were really doing this. The two of you that had grown up together were fucking like wolves in heat and it felt amazing. You were certain that you loved Jimin, and everything that came along with that.

You loved the way his blue eyes trailed every single feature of your face while he worked towards your pleasure and his. You almost missed his brown hair and eyes, but you knew that this was how he looked now... And it was hauntingly beautiful. His skin was scarred over, but it just added to the memories the two of you shared. You ran your hands down the slope of his spine and felt the particularly hard thrust that he gave in your throat.

Jimin was sweating and grunting with the effort that he was exerting, but you knew wolves had great stamina and he wouldn't stop until you both were exhausted and boneless afterwards.

You were already feeling boneless as Jimin fucked you like a rag doll against your mattress. The bed smacked against the wall, creating dents in the wall paper and dry wall that were going to be a bitch to explain away.

However, you were beginning to feel that familiar tension in your lower stomach that was such a welcomed old friend. You rushed towards it with desperation.

Jimin could tell you were getting close because you were squeezing the life out of him at the moment.

"Oh fuck baby, you're squeezing me so tight it almost hurts, you're so good, I love you," he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. You reached up and gave him a long kiss before pulling away and letting a string of high pitched moans out, watching his eyes turn darker and darker as the sounds fueled his powerful thrusts.

"Jimin-oppa! Fuck me harder, please! Oh God it feels so good! Right there, fuck, oh God! Jimin!" you moaned. He kept going at the same hard and fast pace that he had set. You were impressed that he hadn't stopped yet, or cum. Especially since he was working so hard.

His cock seemed to enlarge inside of you, if that was possible, and you felt a molten heat flood through your lower body. Your orgasm crashed over you like tidal wave and it left you seeing stars.

You shuddered harshly and Jimin hung onto you, bucking into you as a result of the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your skin was sweaty and your both were a mess of bruises and bite marks. There was also the mess that was a little lower on your body. Jimin kissed your chest and suckled gently on your breast. You gave a little moan and pulled his hair away from his face too look at him better. He looked so handsome when he came. His face was scrunched up in pleasure and his brows were furrowed. He was in utter bliss and it was because of you.

Jimin looked at you through lidded eyes and kissed your stomach gently, going down to your already bruising thigh and looking at them with pain.

"Baby why didn't you tell me I was going too hard? I could've taken it easier on you, I don't want to hurt you," you whined, resting his head in the crook of your neck and pulling out of your battered core.

"Because it felt too good for me to tell you to stop," you giggled, kissing his shoulder lovingly. "It's alright Jimin-oppa, I'll be walking a little funny, but it was definitely worth it," you said, kissing his lips with finality. Jimin nipped at your lip in a teasing manner, but didn't try to make it anything more.

You definitely couldn't handle another round tonight, but that didn't mean that you couldn't get him off a few more times...

As your hand wandered towards his crotch Jimin gave you a shocked look.

"Must be the full moon."

Out of Work

Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don't know if I can go through with this," you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it's not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He's worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here," she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

"Well, he wants to meet you, so... If you don't want to go through with this after you meet him I'm certainly not going to make you. It's all up to you dear. I'll see you afterwards," your agent said before leaving the room.

You had only been in three adult movies before and they were kind of shit. The guy wasn't that great and the people you were working with weren't the nicest.

Your agent decided that you were made for the higher up in production value movies. That were actual movies. You managed to snag the main role in this film and it was your first day on set.

The character you were portraying was the young apprentice of a very power wizard. You are in love with him and want to get him to have sex with you. Your character brews a potion and gives it to him in a drink and suddenly he fucks you.

If you were being honest, you were getting wet just thinking about Jimin.

He was well known and you had been dying to work with him... But.

You were very new to the industry and you didn't want to disappoint him. God forbid he get flaccid in the middle of a take.

Also, having sex in front of a camera still made you a little nervous.

You were insecure about your body and had all of the insecurities that most women did. You were worried about your weight and the way that you looked when you left the house.

A knock on the door shook you out of your thoughts.

"Come in!" you shouted, looking towards the door.

You stared in amazement as Jimin walked through the door with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Hey! You're ___, right? It's so great to meet you!" he said walking over and offering you an embrace like you were an old friend. You stepped into his arms hesitantly, but gave him a timid little hug.

Once he pulled away he chuckled.

"W-what?" you asked, curious as to why he was laughing.

"Oh, sorry. It's just, I can see why they picked you for the role. You're so shy, and so is your character. But, I just wanted to come in and ask for a safe word and things that are off limits," he said, sitting down.

You chewed on your lip and nodded, sitting down as well.

"Uh... Thank you. And, um, no degrading language other than what is scripted. Being called a slut and a whore don't turn me on at all... No anal... Biting is fine and encouraged. Blood play is fine also. Finishing inside is also fine, seeing as how it's scripted. Also, no choking please," you said, listing all of your normal rules.

Jimin was listening intently the whole time.

After you were done he gave a nod.

"So, no degrading language other than what's scripted. No anal. But biting is something you like," he winked after that, sending a rush of heat through your body. "As well as blood play, something not a lot of people are into, interesting kink. And finishing is scripted inside but if you aren't on any kind of contraceptive then I'm pulling out. And no choking. That's not something I like either. Hurting other's isn't really my thing. But, thanks for sharing all of that! I feel like I know you a little better know as well," he gave another adorable smile.

He was way too cute to be in the adult film industry.

"I-Is there anything you don't want me to do? Consent goes both ways," you stated, looking up from your knees.

"Ah, so kind of you to ask. Um, just don't try to stick anything up my ass and I think we'll be fine... Also, no teeth on the blow job part please? But, that's kind of a universal isn't it? But you didn't tell me your safe word," he pointed out.

"Oh! It's stop with three taps from my hand," you said, giving him the information he wanted.

"Stop with three taps. I'll make sure that you won't have to use it," he gave another smile and you were wondering how much pain he would put you through before the pleasure would arrive.

Seriously, those smiles were killing you inside.

"Do you have a safe word?" you asked, wanting to make sure he had the right to stop if he wanted to.

"End. Simple enough. Although, I haven't had to use mine yet, have you?" he asked, getting comfortable in the chair across from you.

"Yeah, a few times. People in the cheaper movies are way rougher than necessary," you commented, rubbing your elbows.

Jimin got a look of anger on his face. "That's ridiculous. Just because the funding is less doesn't mean that you deserve to get treated like a piece of meat, what the hell happened?" he questioned, seeming to want to know more.

"Uh, well... He ignored my choking rule, so we had to stop. We didn't finish filming because I wasn't comfortable enough to continue," you said, trying hard not to let the bad memory affect you.

"That fuckhead, you better not give me his information cause I'll royally screw that guy over," he growled.

You'd never seen someone so angry about the situation before... Your parents had passed on and you didn't have any siblings. It makes working in an adult industry much easier. Seeing as how you didn't have to face anyone about working in it.

"Honestly, I just try to leave it behind me. I trust you, so, let's do a good job today. Yeah?"

You offered your hand for him to shake and he took it, before leaning down and kissing your hand gently. Heat rushed to your cheeks and Jimin smiled brightly.

"You're so cute. Just a kiss on the hand and you're blushing. So sweet. I can't wait to do our scene today."

And with a mysterious look, Jimin got up out of the chair and left the room.

You were drenched in your panties and he didn't even kiss you or anything. His hands were strong and his arms looked incredible. His lips were so plush and everything about him seemed to lure you in.

A few minutes later your agent wandered in the door. You looked up at her and she was staring at you with a look on her face.

"You want to do it now?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

You nodded hesitantly and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Uh, he's really nice. I think we'll do really well together," you said, trying to avoid the tutting that was sure to follow.

"I told you. He's the best, and he's the best for a reason. His charisma is unmatched. His sex appeal is through the roof and the ladies love him. But, the goal is for the men to love you. You need to make sure that you affect him just as much as he affects you. Remember the audience," she stated.

Another knock at the door rang through the room. You and your agent looked up and saw the director standing there.

"Hello ladies! It's time for us to get started! Are you ready?" he asked, placing his hand on his hip.

You nodded and stood up, fixing your robes and such to fall correctly. He gave you a smile and ushered you out the door to the set.

-_-_-_-_-

It was hot under the lights and you and Jimin had been filming the actual movie portions all day.

Right now, you were giving him the potion that was supposed to make him want to fuck you.

You poured the water in a glass of grape soda. Jimin was reading some books with glasses on in such a way that was dangerous to your heart. He looked so serious sitting there.

"Ah, thank you. You can set that right here," he said, gesturing to his desk. The desk you were going to be bent over in a few minutes. You did as you were told and put the glass on the table.

As Jimin drank the drink you sat down in the chair sitting opposite the desk. He finished the drink and set the glass down.

Suddenly, Jimin started getting flustered. You knew that it was going to be time soon.

"Alright and cut! Jimin go get yourself hard and come back," the director said. Jimin nodded and walked out of the room. "Do you need anything, ___? Water or something like that? Lube?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned for your well being.

"No, I'm alright," you smiled.

Jimin came back a few minutes later with an obvious tent in his boxers. You swallowed hard and tried to fight back the blush that threatened to rise up on your cheeks.

"Alright, we'll stop after the blow job. Improv from you to as long as it goes within the script parameters. Audio running. Standing by. ACTION!" he shouted.

You watched as Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Um... sir? Are you alright?" you asked, following the script for as long as you could.

"Don't call me sir, it makes me think some inappropriate things about my apprentice..."

You flushed pink and bit your lip seductively.

"W-what if I said that I was alright with you thinking inappropriately about me?" you asked. Jimin's head snapped up and he looked at you with dilated pupils. You pushed his books off his desk and crawled up on the table and straddled him.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a nervous look.

"I can't do this... You're my apprentice, this is wrong," he breathed, running his hands over your body. You took his hand and placed it on your breast, gaining confidence as you felt his erection pressing into your thigh.

"It's not wrong if we don't tell anyone... I won't say anything. If you promise not to say anything, then we'll be safe. I need you so bad sir. Please, fuck me," you whimpered, rubbing your center against his. Jimin let out a strangled moan.

Without much else of a warning, Jimin was stood up. You squealed lightly and clung onto him so you didn't fall and ruin the take. Jimin wrapped an arm around you, securing you in place. The sound of books falling to the floor startled you, although you remained in character.

The wood pressed into your back as Jimin set you down on the desk. You reached forward and connected your lips to his in a shy kiss. He was eager to respond, mashing his lips with yours in a seductive manner.

No wonder women couldn't get enough of him. If you had full time access to his lips, you'd probably be in heaven.

His lips wandered down your throat and to your chest. Jimin pulled at the outfit and managed to pull the robe off of your body. The lingerie piece that had been selected sat delicately on your frame. Jimin swallowed hard and you relished in the fact that you had that effect on him. Either that or he was an exceptional actor.

You watched his eyes dilate in lust and desire as his lips reconnected to your flesh. He kissed down your stomach and made it to your panties. You knew you were drenched, but he stilled looked up in surprise.

"You're so wet..."

A flush of red went through your cheeks. Jimin was staring unabashedly at your center with longing.

"Y-you'd better do something about it," you whispered.

Jimin seemed to come out of his daze and attached his mouth to your core. A startled moan escaped you as you felt pleasure rip through your center. His lips were so plump and hot against you that you could hardly speak.

Even with your panties on it felt incredible. You could hardly wait for when all of his clothes came off as well.

"Take my panties off sir, I want to feel your mouth on me. Please sir, I can't wait," you whined, tugging on the sleeves of his robes. Jimin smiled at your eagerness and complied with your demands.

You watched as he slowly dragged the intricate material down your legs and onto the floor. He touched your legs and looked at you for confirmation to continue. You parted your legs and watched as he took in what lay between your thighs.

You'd never seen such a good actor. He was so entranced by you. You were drenched and in desperate need of sorting out and Jimin was rock hard against his thigh. It was so painful and he needed to get off, but you came first in his mind.

His lips came down on your center and you managed a strangled moan. His mouth was so hot and he was obviously talented in this particular area of sex. You cried out as his tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves and sneakily dipped into your sex for a moment. Jimin's hands rubbed up your hips and wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place.

"Mmm, you taste amazing... How have I kept my hands off of you for this long? I deserve a reward," he mumbled into your core.

"You're getting it right now," you whipped back. Jimin cocked an eyebrow at you and seemed entertained by your remark.

"And I intend to enjoy every moment of it," he said, pulling away from your sex. You keened in annoyance. Jimin simply smiled at your whining and pulled his robe over his head.

Oh sweet fuck...

Was that ever an incredible sight.

You watched in amazement as his stomach flexed and his arms were revealed to you. He was ripped. You could hardly believe that this was the same guy who was giving you adorable smiles in the dressing room as you chatted.

His boxers didn't stand a chance against you. Without much more hesitation you lunged forward and yanked his underwear down and your hand was on his cock within an instant. Jimin let out a delicious little moan that you got on your knees and swallowed as you latched your lips onto his.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned in pleasure as you ran your hand over his throbbing length. You could feel him bucking into your palm as you made out on the desk. Everyone in the room was dead silent and the only thing you could hear were the fans that were going to keep your cool and the sound of Jimin and you making out.

Finally, Jimin pulled his mouth away from yours. Not before biting down on your lip and pulling. You moaned and gripped onto his shoulder. He smirked and grabbed your hand on his cock.

"I know something that would be better than your hand on my cock, baby," he said. You nodded and got down on your hands and knees.

It didn't take another word between the two of you before your mouth was enveloping his dick. Jimin let out a low groan and pulled your hair away from your face. He wanted to watch every little motion you did. Every wince from his cock being too big for your mouth. Every choke as you tried to take more and more of him in your gorgeous mouth.

You hummed on his cock and watched as his knees trembled ever so slightly. His back arched a bit and shoved more of his length into your mouth. You gagged and your eyes watered and Jimin backed off, letting you breath for a moment. He even went as far as to clean the spit off of your mouth before easing his length back in.

Eventually the crew gave you two the go ahead and Jimin pulled his cock out of your mouth.

"And cut for the beginning portions! Lets fix her make-up a big and Jimin keep yourself up. Set the blanket in the shot so we can see it."

The director kept going on about what he wanted and where it was. Jimin was still hard as fuck and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

Your make-up woman came over and fixed your running mascara.

Once everything was touched up, Jimin came back over and picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kept yourself in an appealing position.

Everyone got into place and set up for the remainder of the shoot.

"Alright. No more stopping until we get the finish inside. Audio rolling. Camera rolling, standby... ACTION!"

Jimin grabbed the blanket on the shelf and threw it on the table, while still managing to hang onto you. After he adjusted the blanket he set you on your back and walked in between your legs.

"Is this really alright? I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," he said. You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't scripted, but you honestly couldn't pull yourself away from his lips.

He took it as your consent and started running his fingers over your lower lips, spreading your wetness all over your womanhood.

"Please hurry sir, I need you," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder.

Jimin nodded and pumped himself a few more times before pushing inside of you. You groaned at his size and length as he slowly eased inside of you. Jimin groaned and gasped as you clenched and adjusted around him.

"Jesus Christ you're so tight. How could you be so tight around me, baby?" he asked, licking his lips as they dried. You bit your lip and tried to think of something to say back, but all you could do was moan.

Jimin didn't seem to mind as he started to ease back and work himself into you. His dick was incredible inside of you. He was brushing against your G-spot immediately. You cried out and and arched your back into him.

Finally, you felt Jimin's hips meeting yours.

"Oh fuck... You alright? Because I need a minute," he whispered as he bit into your neck. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the bottom of his hairline and kissed his jaw.

"I'm okay," you whispered.

After a few moments Jimin started moving his hips in shallow thrusts. You cried out in shock and covered it as a moan of pleasure. There was slight pain at the adjustments but otherwise it felt incredible.

He knew what he was doing, that was for damn sure. Every little movement of his hips felt so good as he worked himself in and out of your tight heat. Jimin was becoming wrecked very quickly, although you had heard things about his stamina.

Was this just an act?  

You weren't sure.

All you knew is that he felt amazing and you could feel the startings of our orgasm approaching quickly.

After a while, Jimin seemed to get tired of the position you were in. The director nodded and the two of you changed it up.

Jimin had you get on your hands and knees and he entered you from behind. He felt much larger inside of you than he did before and he was hitting spots that you didn't even know existed.

Another thing that was turning you on was how much Jimin was playing to your kinks.

He would bite your shoulder and your neck, giving you that twinge of pain that made excitement pool in your stomach.

He was so large inside of you that you felt he was going to ruin you, but you didn't particularly care at this point. It felt too good for you to care about anything but him.

You didn't even know that you were filming anymore. All you cared about was the pleasure you were experiencing and the pleasure that Jimin was receiving from you as well.

Where were you?

Who were you?

Did it matter?

Did anything but you and him matter at this point?

Jimin seemed to be thinking similar things as he picked up the pace behind you.

"God you feel so good, I can't resist you any longer... I-I need you to be mine," he groaned.

The lewd sound of skin smacking on skin filled the room as you cried out your pleasure.

"I want to be yours! Make me yours sir!" you cried out, trying desperately to remember any parts of the script guidelines to talk about.

"I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?" he asked, even though it was already predetermined.

"Inside, cum inside me, please," you pleaded, running your nails across the desk you were set on.

Jimin kissed your back, before giving it a stingy little nip. You gasped as he did so.

Suddenly, he started pounding into you at an alarming rate. He was going so hard you thought he was going to fuck you off the table. But you didn't particularly mind that fact, it would be a work related injury anyways.

What a trip to the doctor's office that would be.

To snap you out of your humorous thoughts Jimin smacked into your pussy harshly. Your elbows collapsed and you fell against the table with a groan. Jimin was startled, but gripped onto your ass and started going even harder than he was before.

You could feel the pressure rising, getting closer to snapping. Jimin reached around the two of you and pressed his fingers into your clit, giving you that extra bit of pleasure to fall over the edge.

You cried out and started shaking and clenching around him.

"Fuck baby," he croaked out. You felt hot warmth splashing inside of you.

You shook with pleasure and collapsed on the table once Jimin pulled out of you.

After a few moments the crew started cleaning up and you were given a wash cloth. Jimin walked over with a serious look on his face.

What was wrong?

Did you do something wrong?

You didn't hear his safe word!

"You're going to be out of a job," he said.

Your stomach dropped and you didn't know what to do.

Just as you were about to burst into tears, Jimin rushed forward and kissed you with such a fierceness that you hadn't expected.

"You're going to be out of a job because no one but me will be fucking you ever again."

Feel Good

Did somebody ask for a really long story oriented smut?

No?

Well, shit.

Here you go anyways.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

It was the worst day of your life.

Everything hurt and you weren't sure what was up and what was down.

You were desperately hungry and thirsty.

Trying to get your bearings was incredibly hard and nothing seemed to be going the way you had wanted. Your tail hurt and it felt like you were being ripped in half. You looked down and there they were.

Two, limb, things...

A yelp escaped your lips and you looked around to try to gauge where you were.

There was sand, and the water was right there. Maybe you could get to it if you tried?

You had run into some dangerous waters and gotten thrown against the shore it appeared.

Legs!

That's what the things that replaced your fin were! It wasn't a lie! You really could become human!

A sharp pain ebbed in your side... You looked down and there was a decent gash in your side that was bleeding. How could you go and get help like this? Would this be where it all ended for you?

That was impossible.

Your brain was scrambled and nothing was making any sense, no matter how hard you tried to keep yourself together.

All of your thoughts were melding together and your vision was becoming blurred.

"Hyung! There's a girl down there!"

A voice echoed through your cloudy thoughts.

You looked up and saw a man with light blonde hair looking down at you with beautiful eyes.  

"Hyungs! Hyungs!" he shouted, running away from the cliffs.

You waited for him to return, to see those beautiful eyes again, and you waited. But it felt like forever.

No one came...

Just as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness, there was the sound of feet and yelling.

"My God how did she get down there?"

"Is she alright?"

"There's blood!"

"Omo! What do we do?"

"She's naked."

"I've got the rope, Jimin, you're going down, wrap her up in this," a man held out something to the younger one, who you were guessing was Jimin.

Was he going to descend the cliff to come and get you?

It appeared as though he was planning on doing just that as they all got around him and started helping tying the rope.

You were getting light headed and everything was starting to blur. But you watched as they all started to help Jimin be lowered towards the bottom of the cliffs.

He finally made it to the ground safely and he made a bolt directly towards you. As he made it closer, he saw that your side was really badly injured.

"Jesus... Something really nasty must've happened to you, let's get you covered up and we'll get you some help. Don't worry about a thing, we'll take care of you," he said, smiling at you with such kind and beautiful eyes that it would be impossible to refuse him.

The feeling of fabric wrapping around your skin was foreign and strange, causing you to jump slightly at the sensation.

"Sorry, does it hurt?" he asked, looking at you with concern. You simply stared back, unable to get over the look in his eyes.

Was this love? Is this what your father had warned you about?

The fluttering in your chest didn't calm when Jimin eased you into his arms. After a lot of coaxing and shushing he finally had a hold of you well enough to pick you up. You watched as he walked back toward the cliff, further and further away from the water.

You gripped onto his shirt with a panicked look on your face.

"It's alright, we'll keep you safe. Don't worry about anything," he said with such a sweet tone it was like a drug. You could feel yourself relaxing, even without you wanting to.

The ocean was getting far away now, and you could feel an ache in your heart as the familiar place was being ripped from you. However, getting in the water now would be a death sentence.

The sharks would smell the blood on you instantly, and then it would just be a waiting game until they found you. Your best option was to go with this man for right now and wait until you were healed before escaping back to the ocean.

Jimin made it to the rope and tied it around himself then wrapped his arms around you tightly. You watched as the men above you started pulling with such a force that even you were impressed. And you had watched whales fight before.

The cliffs loomed over you with such an authority that all you could do was look at the ocean with a broken heart.

Although, being held by this attractive man wasn't such a bad deal... You studied his face as he walked up the cliff face with the help of his friends. You could feel the muscles underneath his fabric at work. You'd never really seen a human before. You knew that they could be dangerous, but they weren't all bad.

A friend of yours had gotten freed from a fishing net from one a few years back and she has always been grateful towards humans since then.

Finally, you made it to the top and you were handed off to a younger looking male. Being separated from Jimin made you panic, so you yelped and reached out for Jimin with a frightened expression.

He came over and shushed you, taking you back in his arms shortly there after.

"It's alright, calm down. Jungkook wouldn't hurt you," he said, directing your gaze to the younger male with a shy smile on his face. The look in his eye was of sheer innocence and you knew immediately that you could trust this man with anything. He wouldn't hurt you.

The anxiety in your stomach settled before Jimin set you down on the ground.

"Jin-Hyung, she's got a cut on her side that looks rather bad, should we take her to your clinic?" he asked, looking up to a man with plump lips and kind and playful eyes.

"Yes, we'll do some cleaning up in the back of the van, but she seems to be a little skittish, so Jimin just come with me. Everyone else, get into the car and keep your dirty eyes off of her."

The men all seemed to listen to this 'Jin-Hyung' and started moving towards the direction of some large, shiny thing on the cliff.

Was that the 'van' that Jin had been talking about?

Jimin lifted you into his arms yet again and you took comfort in his now familiar embrace. He carried you closer and closer to the van. You gripped onto his shoulder out of fear, but he patted your leg comfortingly, letting you know that everything was going to be alright.

Jin had everything set up by the time you were back there and even had some fabric for you.

"Here's some clothing that you can change into once I've got you bandaged up. What's your name, love?" he asked, getting out a lot of white looking materials.

Clothing?

What is clothing?

You felt the fabric and smiled at the soft feeling it had. You'd seen fabrics and textiles before in the sunken ships around your home, but they'd never felt like this. Is this clothing? If this is what all clothing was like, you had a feeling you were going to enjoy it very much.

"Hello?"

Jin's voice came through to your senses and you looked up in acknowledgement.

"Alright, so you can hear... That's good at least. Can you speak? Do you know where you are?" he questioned.

You didn't particularly want to answer him... You wanted to be back in Jimin's arms again. That's where you really liked to be. You wrapped your arms around Jimin and tugged him closer. Jimin chuckled lightly and gently pushed you away from him.

"You need to get your side looked at first, then I'll hold you the whole ride home. Does that sound fair?"

A smile graced your features and you nodded quickly.

"So you can understand us?" Jin asked, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded your head. "Is it alright if I take a look at your side? I'm worried about it getting infected," he mentioned, showing genuine concern.

Another nod.

Jin took that as your consent and peeled the canvas material away from your wounded side. He was very careful and seemed to be knowledgeable in what he was doing. His hands never wandered and neither did his eyes. Jimin had turned his back to make sure that you were being respected.

These men were very kind people it appeared.

Humans, as far as you were concerned, were great!

Jin dabbed at your skin with some cold liquid that stung and you yelped. He apologized and continued to clean your wound with a different cold liquid. This one bubbled and fizzed and it made you smile as you watched.

Finally, he was done and he wrapped a white looking material all around your middle section. He pinned it and clapped his hands.

"There you are, now lets get you dressed," he said, pulling the 'clothing' over your head.

It was warm and comfortable against your skin. Jin dressed you and then Jimin turned around once more.

"Alright, come here," he said, picking you up and climbing into the back with you. He sat you in his lap and held you there while Jin loaded all of his things back into some sort of clear container.

When all was said and done you were sat alone in the back with Jimin and six other people were in front of you.

You were happy to be back in Jimin's arms and snuggled against him.

"You're very affectionate... Do you have a name? I know that Jin-Hyung asked you, but, maybe you'll tell me, huh?"

You opened your mouth to speak, like he was doing, but all you could do was squeak. Jimin gave a small giggle at that and patted your head.

"That's alright. We'll try again some other time, but we do need to look for your family. They must be worried sick about you," he said, giving you a sad smile.

You rolled your eyes just thinking about your family. They probably didn't care one way or another if you were there, dead, or simply just gone.

You had five other sisters and three brothers, no one was going to miss you very much. Plus, that was in the ocean, and this was land. There was no way anyone would try to claim you here.

Eventually, the movement of this van made you tired, and you were lulled to sleep by the motions...

-_-_-_-_-_-

You woke up to Jimin gently touching your shoulder.

"We're at the police station, we need to make a report on a found person, alright?" you shook your head and grabbed on to the van tightly. "Now don't be like that, be a good girl for me and come here," he said, opening his arms.

Your weakness had turned out to be those arms. They were so warm and comforting and you could be in them all day if he would let you.

You were certain this was love.

Mermaids fell in love rather quickly, and it was permanent. Once you'd chosen the one you want to be with, that's who it was going to be... And you'll die if they don't love you back.

Although, you thought there was no harm in going in. They'd never find your family anyways.

You complied and got into his arms without incident.

"Do you think you can walk?" he asked as you got closer to the door.

Walk?

What does that mean?

You wanted to impress him, so you nodded.

Jimin smiled and set your feet down on the ground. The feeling of this stone on your bare skin was slightly painful, but you were determined not to complain.

You were wobbly, so Jimin kept a hand around your waist as you tried to walk forwards. You had watched Jimin move his legs, so you certainly could as well...

Possibly.

As you placed one foot in front of the other, you could feel your new knees buckling underneath you.

Jimin was quick, though, and grabbed onto you before an incident could occur. He wrapped you up in his arms and sighed, lifting you up off the ground.

"Well, we'll work on the whole, walking thing, yeah?" he said with such an adorable smile it made your heart melt.

One of the other men held the door open so Jimin could walk through with you in his arms. There was an older looking police officer there who had cold eyes and a firm face. You knew that he wasn't a kind person, right away. There was no sincerity in his eyes.

He frightened you.

Jimin seemed to sense your hesitancy and rubbed your leg gently before setting you down in the chair.

"What seems to be the issue here gentleman?" The police officer asked.

"We found her off the cliffs at the north side of town, she has an injury on her side. We wanted to file a found persons report," Jin said, coming forward.

"Alright, what's her name?" he asked, getting out a colorful blue square and a long red stick of some sorts. You reached out and took the stick from him, looking at it with curiosity.

"Oh! J-Jagi, don't do that," Jimin scolded, taking the item away from you and handing it back to the police officer. "Sorry sir, she's a little scattered," he apologized, bowing his head. Since you did the wrong doing, you bowed your head as well.

The officer seemed to let it go and was ready to write down your name.

"Ah.. You see, she can't speak, so we don't have her name," Jin said, giving the police man a sheepish look.

"Okay kid, I can't file a found persons report if I don't have a name," the officer said with annoyance evident in his tone.

You tugged on one of the men's sleeves and pointed towards the stick object that the other gentleman was writing with. It looked like a type of writing tool from where you're from. If it was the same, then the blue thing was some sort of parchment.

The man seemed to understand what you wanted and piped up.

"Sir, she wants to write down her name for you," he said, pointing towards the objects he was holding.

The officer handed them over and you took them in your hands. You wrote down your name and gave it back to the officer.

"Ah, ____, alright, I'll put that in, how old are you?"

You gave him eighteen.

"Then I'll just need a picture of you incase someone comes looking for you and needs confirmation that it's you."

Jimin helped you stand up as you tried to walk after the officer.

"Can she not stand on her own? Is she some kind of cripple?" the police man asked.

"No," Jin spoke up. "I gave her a full examination and she's in good health, other than her side. It's probably just shock right now and some weakness due to malnutrition. We don't know how long she was on the beach for so, it all could be a factor to why she can't stand right now," he said, giving a full explanation.

"I didn't need that description kid, I really don't care. You, hand onto her while I take a picture. Make sure she faces towards the camera."

Jimin pointed towards the 'camera' the man had mentioned before. You gave it a confused look before a bright light went off. You squeaked and covered your eyes. Jimin rubbed your back before taking you back to sit down.

Time passed slowly as you went through the task of getting put into the database and everything of the like that Jimin tried to explain to you, but all you wanted was to be back in his arms again.

Eventually it was over and the police officer released you under Jin's care.

"Jimin, grab her and we'll go home," the man who's sleeve you'd pulled earlier stated. Jimin did as he was told and picked you up and headed out the door.

"So, ____? That's a pretty name, suits you," Jimin said as he climbed into the back of the van with you again.

You found yourself smiling as the police station got further and further away.

-_-_-_-_-_-

The van stopped and everyone piled out.

Jimin picked you up and carried you towards this large structure that looked kind of like a house. You'd seen some from the cliffs and your friend had told you that all humans live in one.

They lived in a very nice looking one as it turned out.

"Jimin, put her on the couch and call Eun Sol, tell her to bring some clothes for ___. Yoongi, go and get the spare room ready for her. Jungkook, get some ramen cooking, this girl looks like she's going to pass out before much longer."

He was right. You were up right ravenous at this point. Everyone scattered and started doing as Jin instructed. The man who's sleeve you pulled at the police station turned out to be Yoongi-hyung and Jimin called him.

Another person you felt like you could trust.

"Hi there," a man with a boxy smile said, sitting down next to you on the 'couch' as people kept calling it.

You waved and gave him a shy smile.

"I'm Taehyung, but if you ever speak, just call me Tae," he said, smiling. He was so sweet that you could imagine loving him as well. Sadly, Jimin had already taken his place in your heart.

Were all human men around their age so attractive? They were so handsome that it almost hurt to be in their present.

"Alright everyone! Lets get introductions out of the way!"

Jin yelled and everyone filed into the room.

"I'm Jin, I'm the oldest."

"I'm Min Yoongi," said one with dark black hair. He was the one who got you the writing instrument from the police officer.

"I'm Jung Hoseok, please call me Hobi!" Said another with a big smile.

"I'm Jungkook, I'm the youngest," he said with such a sweet smile.

"I'm Taehyung, we just spoke," Taehyung said with his boxy smile wide on his face.

"I'm Namjoon, I'll help you wherever I can," he said with sincerity.

"And you know me! I'm Jimin!"

Everyone was smiling so you smiled back and nodded.

There was a sound at the door and you looked at Jimin with worry in your features.

"That's probably Eun Sol, I'll get it," Jimin said, walking towards the door. You wanted to get up and follow him, but you didn't trust your own legs.

A beautiful woman appeared behind the door and your heart sunk into your stomach when you saw her bring Jimin in for what you were told was a kiss...

That meant that the people who were sharing the kiss were in love...

Tears welled up in your eyes and Jin took notice.

"Omo, what's the matter ___?" He asked, rushing to get a tissue for you.

Jimin turned around and saw you crying and walked over to you, leaving the girl at the door with a pout on her face.

"What's the matter, ___? Did you remember something?" He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for her to be living here with you? Let me move in with you and she can take my apartment," this Eun Sol girl said.

"I don't think that's safe," Jin said, coming forward with some tissues. "I don't know how mentally sound she is, so it'll be better for us to keep her here until we know how much she can function on her own. Currently, she can't walk or talk," Jin said, helping you wipe your tears.

"You sure she isn't just trying to mooch off of you guys? Just because a cute girl shows up, doesn't mean she doesn't have a motive."

"She was on the beach off of the cliffs and she was bleeding rather badly, I don't think there was any motive involved there," Jimin defended.

This Eun Sol came over and started examining you.

"I brought the clothes like you asked, I don't know if they'll fit her though, she might be a little too big," she said as a back handed slap to the face. Your face dropped and Yoongi seemed to notice.

"Hey, apologize. That wasn't called for," he said, giving her an icy glare.

"Jesus, it was a joke, she'll definitely fit in them," she appeased. You looked down at your legs and didn't return any of their gazes.

"Thank you Eun Sol, we'll take her shopping tomorrow if you want to come with us," Jimin said, taking her by the waist.

"I could always go for a shopping trip," she said with a seductive smile on her face. The look she was giving Jimin made your blood boil and you wanted to push her off the cliffs that Jimin had saved you from.

However, the way Jimin looked at her made your heart shatter.

He was in love, and the girl wasn't you.

You just might be done for.

-_-_-_-_-_-

That night rolled around and you had been fed. Everything they presented to you was different and you were really enjoying the meal. They were all being really nice to you, even Eun Sol. It seemed like you were just a group of friends that were hanging out after a day of swimming through the reefs.

"So if she can't walk, how are we going to do shopping tomorrow. Jimin, as strong as you are, I don't think you can carry her all the way, she'll need to learn at some point," Eun said, giving you a pointed look. "And she has to wear heels, that's a must," she also commented.

Heels?

What are those?

Eun Sol seemed to sense your hesitation because she went on.

"Only the most beautiful women can walk in heels gracefully, and not fall on their faces. What do you say? Want to give it a try?" She asked, pulling off her shoes and placing them before you.

"Hang on, let's see if we can't get her to walk without torture devices strapped to her ankles," Hobi said, pointing out the flaw in her plan.

"If she can master walking in heels, then walking with regular shoes on will be no problem. Honestly, I don't see what the big deal is," she said shrugging.

You looked down at the shoes and gave them a thoughtful look. Without thinking about it much longer you reached down and pulled them on your feet. Jimin smiled and clapped his hands as you did it on your own.

"Let's see if you can stand on your own before you try walking," Jin said, walking over and getting ready to spot you.

Jimin walked in front of you and held out his arms for you.

"See if you can walk to me, Jagi," he said, giving you a beautiful smile.

You hopped down from the stool and held onto the counter top for support. Your legs were jutted forward by the shoes and it immediately threw you off balance. Not that you really had any to begin with.

Eventually you could take your hands away from the counter top and stand there with a little bit of confidence.

Everyone clapped at your performance and Jimin then urged you forward.

"Come here Jagi," he said in his lovely tone.

Even though you had just met these individuals today, they were so kind to you.

You knew you were going to like being here with all of them, and hopefully you could get Jimin to fall in love with you while you were at it.

Mermaids had this thing of falling in love quickly. You see, you love, and they love back, or you die. It was a harsh cycle really, but if they loved you back, it was supposed to be the strongest love out there. There would be nothing in the world that would be able to keep the two of you apart.

That's what you wanted more than anything, someone that needed you just as badly as you needed them. It was that connection that you wanted. And you wanted it to be with Jimin.

You took one shaky step forward and your knees immediately buckled. Jimin rushed forward and caught you, wrapping you up in his arms until he was certain that you weren't going to collapse.

There was laughter from Eun Sol, but it was barely there in your mind. The only thing you cared about was Jimin and his beautiful eyes.

He truly was a work of art. You would have to thank the Gods for creating this masterpiece, because you could marvel at him all day...

A cough erupted from the room and Eun Sol had walked over to you and pointed at your feet.

"You can't do it, so give me those back," she said with a harshness that wasn't in her tone earlier.

"Hang on, she only took one step, give her a chance before you start forcing the shoes off her damn feet," Yoongi said, rubbing his head in annoyance.

"Quit holding her like that! I'm your girlfriend, not her!" She said with a whiny tone.

"Sorry, Eun, but she trusts me most, I was the one who went down and got her. Try to understand here," Jimin reasoned, helping you stand back up.

"Make someone else do it, not you," she demanded.

"For christ sake, I'll do it if it twists your panties that badly," Yoongi said, walking over to you.

Jimin gave him and odd look, but let go of your hands. You gave him a confused look, but he backed up and wrapped his arm around a fussy Eun Sol.

"Come here," Yoongi said, opening his arms. You looked at Jimin with concern in your eyes.

"It's alright ___, he doesn't bite," he said, giving you a thumbs up. You decided you wanted to show up Eun Sol and took one wobbly step forwards. Yoongi gave you a softer look and the more you did the further you seemed to go.

"Look at her go, it's like she's a natural!" Hobi said from the counter top where he was sitting.

Finally, you made it to Yoongi's arms and he caught you as you stumbled a bit. You looked at Jimin and his arm was almost uncomfortably tight around Eun Sol's waist. His jaw was locked, but he kept a smile on his face.

"There! You did it!" Jin said with such a bright smile gracing his already angelic features.

You couldn't help the smile that came over your face as well.

You had walked and you had done it in heels.

Yoongi helped you take off the heels and gave them back to Eun Sol who was still a little fussy after Jimin holding you.

However, after that, the rest of the night passed rather smoothly.

You yawned as it started to turn into the later hours of the morning.

Jimin was still awake, working on something in the kitchen, and Eun Sol still hadn't left yet. You didn't want to fall asleep until she was gone and you knew she and Jimin weren't doing anything dirty.

She was hanging all over him and that really pissed you off. What right did she have to hang over such a beautiful man like that. She wasn't that pretty...

Okay, she was drop dead gorgeous. But you had to hate her, she was your rival for Jimin's love, and that was something you weren't going to take lightly. Your life was on the line here.

After what felt like forever, Eun started heading towards the door.

"We'll all gather tomorrow and go shopping for her," Jimin said with a smile on his face.

"Honestly, does she even have any money to pay for the clothing?" She asked. Jimin's face dropped a little and he looked like a young child doing something he wasn't supposed to be.

"No, we're going to pay for it. When she finds out who she is and where her family is she can pay us back..." He said in a small voice.

"Don't pay for her, that'll just make her think that you'll pay for everything. And that's not alright. She needs to pay rent and everything like that if she's going to be staying with you. No free passes, you all work too hard to have a free loader in your house."

Sick of her insults and simply just wanting her to go away you gasped and held onto your side like you were in pain. Jimin turned around and looked at you with concern.

"Jagi?!" He asked, rushing over. "Where does it hurt? Is it your side? Do you need some medicine?" He questioned. Eun Sol slammed the door and finally you were alone with Jimin like you'd wanted.

He was fretting over you and you smiled when he picked you up.

"I'll take you upstairs," he said.

After a few minutes of silence he made it to a room with a white door. He opened the door and carried you in. The room had a theme of the sea and you knew it was perfect for you. You smiled when Jimin placed you down on the bed.

"I know Eun Sol can be harsh sometimes, but honestly she has a good heart in her..." he said as he tried to gather up your sheets and blankets together.

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

As much as you wanted to believe him, you knew that the girl he cared for was bad news. If only you could tell him...

Although, this bed was comfortable and you could feel your eyes drooping without your say so...

And eventually, you had fallen asleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been seven months with living with the boys, and you had grown incredibly close to all of them.

Especially Jimin and Hobi.

Hobi was like the older brother you'd never had. He was always there when you wanted to laugh and took you out whenever you wanted to go. It was a fantastic relationship between the two of you and you were really close.

Jimin was...

Well... Everything you could've ever wanted an more. He was sweet and kind. Always wanting to help you when you needed it. He still carried you around, even though you were more than capable of walking, even in heels now.

But that didn't matter to Jimin, he wanted to make sure that you were alright no matter what you were doing. He was very protective over you, no matter who it was that was threatening you.

You remember that he and his now ex-girlfriend had gotten in a large fight over you recently. But he still wasn't treating you any differently than before. And that was a major set back to your plan.

Eun Sol was never kind to you. You wondered why Jimin was with her when she was so blatantly rude to others. Jimin wasn't like that. Jimin was always willing to help and Eun Sol always had to know what was in it for her if she was exerting the effort to do something that didn't benefit her.

However, that particular day, you weren't feeling very well. It was your heart. You were away from the ocean for too long. And Jimin wasn't reciprocating your feelings. If you didn't hurry, you would die. But for right now, the boys had you sat up in bed, trying to feed you some of your favorite things. But you couldn't eat.

Everything hurt and you just wanted to rest.

"Come on, noona. You have to eat something," Jungkook said, trying to coax some food into you.

"I'll go get Hobi or Jimin. She'll eat for them," Jin said, walking out the door.

Jungkook still tried though, working on getting you to eat at least two spoonfuls of sweet porridge.

Jimin came through the door with Hobi at his back.

"Jagi, Jin tells me you're not eating. Why not? Do I have to feed you?" He asked with a sweet tone, helping Jungkook stand before taking his place.

You were still hesitant to eat, but it was Jimin... You had to.

Jimin brought the spoon to your mouth, you hesitated for a moment before taking the spoon in your mouth and eating the food.

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before Eun Sol slammed through the door, a disgruntled Namjoon following her in.

"What the fuck is this?" She asked, glaring at you.

"She's been sick in bed all day and she wasn't eating, we don't want her to starve," Hobi said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"And we'd appreciate it if you kept the language PG in here," Jin said, also looking less than pleased.

"You're not my parents, but you," she said, pointing at Jimin. "Are my boyfriend, what the hell do you think you're doing!? You treat her more like your girlfriend than you do me, how messed up is that? Do you love her? Are you sleeping with her?" She accused.

"N-No! I-I would never cheat on you!" Jimin said, standing up.

"This really isn't the appropriate place for a lovers quarrel," Yoongi said, rubbing his forehead and walking over to try and get you to eat.

"She's been living here for a month now, I think she needs to start pulling her own weight! She's just mooching off of all of you, why can't you see that!?" She yelled.

You could feel the familiar burn of tears in your eyes, something that was common whenever Eun Sol was around. Yoongi placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

"She does pull her own weight! She helps clean around here whenever she can, and she comes back with her own rent," Jimin defended yet again.

"You're defending her and not your girlfriend. This is your problem Jimin, when you're dating someone you don't realize how great the girl you're with is. I haven't had sex with you since she got here! How twisted is that? What's the deal, am I not attractive?"

"You're beautiful, but-"

"Do you not love me?"

"I-I, um-"

Eun Sol didn't like that at all. She walked over and grabbed the piping hot porridge and poured it all over your head.

You screamed in pain and Yoongi was quick to stand up and pick up Eun and throw her over his shoulder. Jimin followed them, probably going to attempt at salvaging whatever relationship there was left.

Hobi rushed over to you and helped you stand up.

"I'll take her to the bath, get her cleaned up," he said, inching you out the door.

You trusted Hoseok... But did you trust him enough to reveal your secret. You tried to fight him a little bit, showing hesitation towards the water that wasn't even there yet.

"You really don't like water do you, kiddo?" He asked as he started the bath.

You shied away, even as the porridge slid down your back in a disgusting manner.

"Don't worry, I'll just help you wash your hair and then I'll get out of here," Hobi said with a kind smile on his face. You were very grateful for his kindness, but it was dangerous for him to be this way considering your true identity.

You shook your head firmly.

"What?" He asked.

Again you shook your head and placed your hands on your shirt.

"If you want me out that badly just say so, aish. Take it easy in here and be good," he said, patting your shoulder.

Once the door was shut, you sighed and heaved your self against the door and locked it tightly. No one was getting in here if you had anything to say about it.

Well, silently protesting was more like it.

You lowered yourself into the water and sighed at the relief it brought you. Your fin hung out of the tub and you smiled as the familiar feeling sunk in. As much as having legs was great, being in your true form was the greatest feeling out there.

You washed up and got all the goo off of yourself and finally you felt good enough to get out of the shower.

Once you stood up legs appeared beneath you. You stood there and felt a burning in between your legs.

An ugly face appeared inside of the mirror. You tried to scream but you realized there was nothing you could do, but stare at the face with sheer terror echoing through your entire being.

"_____, you must heed this warning from the depths of the ocean..."

Your heart was racing, but you continued to listen.

"If you do not get the one you love to bed you in thirty days, you will be returned to the sea by force and the one you love will die," she said in a scratchy and ominous tone.

Jimin?

Jimin would die?

Omo... You couldn't let that happen.

You nodded to the face in the mirror and it slowly dissipated.

There was a knock at the door.

Jimin's sweet voice rang through the door, "Jagi? Are you alright in there? I'm so sorry about what happened... Can we talk for a minute?" You rushed to put a towel on and answer the door.

You stood in front of him in nothing but a towel, your damp hair sticking to your face. Jimin's eyes didn't wander, they stayed firmly on your face.

"Jagi, your father called and he wants you to come home to him... W-we're going to help you pack up your things. You leave in the morning," he said with such a sad tone.

Your father? Your father had come on land to get you? What the hell was he doing here anyways?!

You shook your head. Jimin sighed and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Jagi, I know that you've come to like living with us, but... You need to go home to your family. I'm sure they miss you more than you realize and... You can always come and visit. Anytime you need us, we'll be there. I promise you," Jimin said, the smile he forced not reaching his eyes.

You couldn't leave, not now!

There was so much you had yet to complete and you still needed to get Jimin to bed you! You needed his love to continue living. Being forcibly returned to the ocean is as good as a death sentence when you're away from the one you love. You will live but... it will be as though you are numb. No feeling will flow through your veins.

You shook your head again.

"There she is."

"Kiddo, why are you just standing there in your towel!?"

"I've got her clothes!"

All of the boys came huddling around you, Jin handing off a pile of nice warm clothing for you.

Quickly you went to change and when you came out, everyone was still standing there waiting for you.

"Are you feeling a bit better after your bath?"

You had completely forgotten about the pain in your chest, it was gone now. Like a wave against the sand it had receded. However, you had a different plan to fulfill.

"Kiddo? You alright?" Hobi asked, coming forward. You nodded and fiddled with your fingers.

"Aren't you happy to be going home?" Taehyung asked, giving you a smile. You sighed and let your head drop. You couldn't go home, not after all of what's gone on. You've certainly come too far to turn back now.

They all gathered around you and gave you hugs, some even to the point of lifting you up off the floor. Jimin was last and gave you a tight hug.

"Be good Jagi, we'll be taking you to the police station in the morning. Sleep tight, you'll be home soon..."

With that, he was gone up the stairs to his room. Not even carrying you up with him. Your heart ached and you clutched the front of your shirt in agony. You laid down on the floor and felt the hot tears streaming from your eyes.

Your heart hurt so badly.

You felt as though you were dying.

Did Jimin reject you? How could he when he doesn't even know your true feelings? Breathing in hurt, it was all so painful.

Stinging.

Sharp.

Burning.

It was as if your blood was boiling.

You needed help, desperately.

Jimin.

You needed to get to Jimin.

As much as it pained you, you stood up, still clutching the front of your shirt. You stumbled around like an infant animal that you'd seen in the zoo that Yoongi had taken you to.

You climbed the stairs, stumbling and tripping on every other step.

Finally...

Finally you made it to your floor.

The pain was immeasurable. The slightest movement hurt, and you could feel yourself starting to pass out.

Why was there so much agony? You were fine only moments prior!

It had to be the thought of being away from Jimin... If only you could get close to him now.

You were outside his door and started knocking on it.

You knocked and knocked until you were certain your knuckles were bruised. But that didn't matter. You needed Jimin to help you...

Eventually, you resorted to kicking his door. You could hear his bed creaking as he stood up.

"What the fuck is going on?!" He exclaimed, flinging open his door. He looked around until he saw you on the floor, tears streaming down your face and pain evident on your features.

His heart lurched and he thought he would be sick. You looked like you were dying. Sweat pinning your hair to your forehead and a pale hue falling across your face.

"Jagi, what's going on? Are you still sick? Holy shit..."

Jimin was on his knees next to you in a moment, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You looked up at him and were certain this was how you were going to die. Maybe you were exaggerating a little bit, but what a nice way to go.

Your heart was still in pain, but now that you were next to Jimin, it was bearable.

"JIN-HYUNG! YOONGI-HYUNG! GET UP!" He yelled throughout the house. Doors started opening and shutting and suddenly Jin was next to you, placing his hand on your head.

"She's burning up, we need to get her to the hospital," he said. Jimin nodded and lifted you into his arms. You clung to him and rested your head in his neck.

"I'll get the car ready," Namjoon said, rushing out the door. Taehyung and Jungkook came up behind you and held onto your hands.

You looked at Jimin's worried face. He looked much older than he normally did. You weren't sure if you liked the look of worry on his face. You always wanted his angelic smile on his face. Always.

Jimin looked down at you and gave you his best smile.

"You're going to be alright, Jagi. You hear me? You're going to be just fine," he said, holding you close in his arms. You looked into his deep eyes and felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness...

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The pain was ebbing away. You could feel someone's warm hand intertwined with yours.

You wondered for a moment who was holding your hand, but, you knew how it was... Without even opening your eyes you knew that it was Jimin's hand locked with yours.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your eyes opened. You were greeted with the worried face of Jimin and how he looked after getting probably next to nothing for sleep.

You had made him worried.

It made guilt settle in the pit of your stomach. Knowing that you had caused so much distress for anyone. You never wanted them to be troubled with you, and you were really trying hard not to be a burden...

"Jagi! Guys, she's up!"

Soon, a group of worried looking men were gathered around your bed.

"Thank God!"

"The hell did you scare us for, aish."

"Are you hungry?"

"You look like shit."

You gave a sheepish little smile and tried to sit up. Jimin rushed to help you and placed his hand on your lower back. A chill ran down your spin as Jimin's bare skin touched yours, the hospital gown you were wearing doing little to protect your skin. Jimin, however, seemed unfazed by the contact.

"You scared me so bad, Jagi! I thought you were dying!"

"Scared us, so badly, hyung," Taehyung reminded.

"Right, scared us. Thank God you're alright though, we would feel terrible. Considering we just found your father and all. He's already signed everything over, you're all set to leave with him, okay?"

You panicked. Pure fear was written across your face. How could you convey to them that you were utterly terrified of leaving them? You didn't think your father would come from the ocean to make you come home!

Namjoon came over and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to be home with your family. They love and miss you. You should've seen your father when we told him you were safe. It was like his whole world was right again. Trust us, you'll be safe and you can come visit us whenever you feel the need to, okay? Take it easy, for us," he said, removing his hand.

You looked to Jimin who was standing up. The rest of the boys left the room and Jimin grabbed some clothing for you to change in to. He turned around and let you get changed while he waited to take you to your father.

Fear gripped your heart.

What would he say?

What would he do?

Would he force you to erase Jimin and everyone's memories of you? That would certainly kill you. Jimin looking dead into your eyes and not knowing who you were... It would be devastating to you.

Maybe you could force a kiss on Jimin and make him see how much you truly love him?

Bad plan.

Cry and plead?

Certainly won't work.

You could try and tell Jimin that you don't want to leave. But you couldn't speak, what were you to do?!

You turned around and tapped Jimin on the shoulder.

"There you go Jagi, we told your dad that your voice is still a little weird, so hopefully the two of you can figure out something with that. I'd love to hear what your voice sounds like someday. But, this is goodbye, for now," he said, holding his hand out to you.

You stared down at the appendage with a mix of sadness and hopelessness. After this, you were likely never to see Jimin again.

What was the harm in one little kiss...?

Not wanting to give yourself the chance of backing out, you pushed Jimin's hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck and planted your lips firmly against his. Jimin seemed shocked for a moment while you kept your mouth against his. You pulled away and looked down in embarrassment.

You actually did it!

You had kissed Jimin.

He was looking at you with shock on his features. You gave him a soft smile and went to walk past him. At least you had done it. You had kissed him the way you had wanted to for a very long time.

Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

You looked up and saw a man who didn't resemble your father at all.

"There you are, my darling ____! I thought we had lost you! Everyone is waiting for you back home, come come. It's time to get going!"

The stranger wrapped his arm around your waist in such a way that made your skin crawl. You looked back to Jimin with panic written all over your features. He was still in shock and touched his lips for a moment.

Fear gripped your heart as the two of you made it outside. The man had ahold of you and was practically dragging you towards his car.

"Don't worry kid, when we're done with you, that precious boy back there will pay to come and fuck you any way he wants. What do you think? A bunch of rich men offering money just to stick their dick inside of you. We can charge even extra cause you're obviously tight. It'll be perfect. You'll be the perfect fuck toy."

Your heart was beating erratically.

You didn't want to be a toy, you were a person! You had feelings. Feelings for Jimin that needed to be spoken. You had to call for help. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Everything was spinning and you thought you were going to pass out for a moment. But thankfully, you got a hold of yourself before you fainted. It would've been easier for him to carry you off that way.

The only thing on your mind was Jimin. You needed to find him. You had to get away and return to him. Being with him was where you belonged. And you knew that. You knew it the moment he spotted you on the sand, naked and alone.

All of the boys ran through your head.

Jin, with his sweet and caring attitude. Always ready to help you if you needed it. Yoongi. Even though he was quiet most of the time, he would always defend you. Always.

Namjoon. He had such a kind heart and a big smile that was always welcoming. He was so kind to you especially.

Hobi. Your brother that you never had. He was there for you whenever you needed him and treated you like his younger sister. You cared for him greatly and knew that if you needed him, he would be there.

Taehyung, the cutest thing you'd ever seen. He always offered such a big smile when you were down and did the nicest things. He was certainly a dear friend.

Jungkook. The youngest and most adorable thing you'd ever laid your eyes on. He was so innocent and eager to learn that you found his grace and poise incredible. He was always there if you needed him and was a kind soul.

Then there was Jimin...

Where did you begin with him?

He'd saved your life. He'd given you a family and a place to call your own. He had cared for you and taught you so much over these months you had spent together, and you could never repay him for that. Your love for him was real and strong, never faltering, not even once. You knew that the love you felt for him was strong, and that if he even reciprocated a small fraction of your affection, it would get you through anything and everything you would have to face.

Jimin made you want to live, and being without him was like losing your heart.

The man that had claimed to be your father was getting closer and closer to his vehicle. You knew the moment you were in there, you were dead.

So, you fought back.

You planted your foot into his knee and heard a popping sound. The man yelled in pain and released you.

"Ah, you little bitch! Get back here!" he growled. You took off and tried to find Jimin. The parking lot was big and you couldn't see the car you knew they brought you in.

Had they left already?

Was it that easy for them to leave you behind?

You kept running, if you could just out run him, there was a way you could get back home.

The wind was sharp on your face as you ran through the strings of cars that were parked in varying fashions.

All you could think about was getting away, and that was becoming harder. The pain of being away from Jimin was getting stronger and that caused you to run slower. You weren't going to be able to get away from him much longer. You had to find a place where you could hide.

There was a car parked at an awkward angle a few rows down, if you could just make it there in time-

The man yanked your collar back and pulled you into his embrace.

The smell of cigarette smoke reeked on his breath and clothing. The rancid scent piercing your nostrils and making you want to gag. Just like the man holding you right now.

"Now little bitch, that wasn't very nice. We're going to have to teach you some lessons when we get home. I think I'll be the one to break you in. You're too much trouble to give to our clients. Hope you like it rough baby."

You were getting dragged by your collar and hair. You prayed that someone could see what was happening, but it didn't seem like anyone could. Or if they did, who cared? It wasn't their problem.

You mustered up everything you had in you and screamed at the top of your lungs.

"JIMIN! HELP!"

Soon you were on the ground, the disgusting man holding you up by your collar.

"If you scream one more damn time I'm going to bust that pretty face in, you hear me doll-face?"

Tears were streaming down your face and all you wanted to do was be in Jimin's arms again.

The older man cocked his fist back and was ready to swing down to hit you when he was pulled backwards and punched.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing huh?"

Jimin's voice was filled with anger and you were even slightly frightened of the expression he had on display at the moment.

"I asked you a question shit-face. What the fuck do you think you're doing to her?"

The man whimpered a reply and gave into Jimin quickly.

Yoongi came up and grabbed him by the arm, Jungkook stepping in to help as well.

Namjoon was on the phone and Jimin was on his way over to you.

"Jagi, I'm so sorry..." he whispered, looking down in remorse. You sobbed loudly and threw your arms around his neck.

"Jimin. Jimin. Jimin," you repeated over and over again.

All you could think about was him. That's all you wanted to think about.

You held onto him and he kept you wrapped up in his arms as Namjoon was speaking to the police. Jimin pet your hair and rubbed your back soothingly.

"It's alright, Jagi... We won't let you go again. I promise," he whispered.

You nodded and buried your face in his chest and let his words sooth your racing heart.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been about a week since the incident with the fake father and Jimin seemed to have forgotten that you had kissed him.

Things went about as they had been for a long while and you were a little less than pleased that Jimin seemed to be ignoring your feelings for him. Had your kiss been nothing?

You had been certain that only people who liked each other did things of that nature.

For the past couple of days you had been watching some romantic movies to give you some inspiration to get Jimin in your bed. You knew that you were attractive. You could see that Jimin found you pretty, because he always looked at you for a little while longer than you thought the other boys did.

Perhaps you were over thinking something simple, but it matter that Jimin be with you romantically, and you wanted him to love you the way that you loved him.

You were wearing particularly short shorts one day.

It was all part of the plan to see if Jimin was really interested in you.

You were sitting on the counter in the kitchen with your legs cross as you were looking through a book that Yoongi had suggested to you a few days ago.

The sound of feet coming down the stairs captured your attention more than the words on the page. Jimin came around the corner and saw you perched up on the counter top. A soft smile graced his face as he approached you.

"Good morning Jagi, how are you today?" he asked, getting closer to you.

You gave him a thumbs up and smiled as well.

"That's great, what are you reading?"

He walked over and looked over your shoulder, placing his hand on your waist. The feeling of his hand on your body made your skin tingle with pleasure. Jimin seemed more interested in the book that you, but you leaned back into him. He supported your weight and continued inspecting the book that you were holding. You wondered if he really was that interested in what you were reading or not, but you decided to not think about it that deeply.

You set the book down on the counter and Jimin helped you down. He started a conversation about a movie he had watched recently and was telling you his opinions on it when you casually knocked the book off the counter behind you. You made an exasperated sighing sound and Jimin laughed lightly. You turned your back to him and bent over, grasping the book in your hands.

Jimin stopped laughing.

You picked the book up and straightened up and turned to see a very wide eyed Jimin.

"A-Ass- I mean as! As I was saying..."

And with that, the whole encounter seemed forgotten.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been a few more days and you were tired of pretending. You wanted to tell Jimin. You wanted to tell him what was going to happen to you if you didn't sleep with him. He had to know.

You wanted to tell him what your true identity was and who you really were.

But how could you?

How could you put that kind of pressure on the one you love?

'I'm a mermaid from the ocean and if you don't sleep with me by tomorrow I'll be dead.'

Yeah, like that doesn't have any negative connotations to it.

Your chest was aching again, like it had been for the past couple of days. Ever since you had kissed Jimin, it seemed to be getting worse and worse the longer the two of you were apart. It really was hard to disguise, purely because of how painful it was. You would gasp in pain and everyone would look at you, ready to jump into action if it mean helping you in any way.

However, this was your last night here.

If you didn't get Jimin to sleep with you, when the sun rose the next morning, your heart would stop.

Namjoon and Yoongi were out of town for a few days, working together on some project that they had been collaborating on for the past few months.

Taehyung, Jungkook and Hobi were all out at a hockey game for the night and wouldn't be back until the next day.

And Jin was at a meeting for his insurance company that he had gotten invited to. He did invite you as well, wondering if you wanted to be his date, but you had declined, saying you weren't feeling that well.

It was just you and Jimin.

It was all too cliched really, but it would have to do.

You had to show him.

And you had to do it now.

Jimin's door looked intimidating down the longer you looked at it. This was going to be the make or break moment.

Your hand reached out shakily to knock on the door.

Knock.

Knock..

Knock...

You waited.

Jimin appeared behind the door a few moments later. Once he saw you a bright smile took over his features. You returned the expression and pointed towards the stairs.

He seemed to understand and follow you.

Once the two of you were in the living room you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote:

Jimin, I need you to do something for me.

He read over your words and looked up.

"Sure Jagi, anything you need."

I need you to sleep with me.

You handed the paper back over and Jimin almost dropped it in shock.

"W-What do you mean sleep with you? Intimately? I can't do that Jagi, it would be wrong."

Jimin, I'm different than you. And if you don't sleep with me, I'll die.

He scoffed when he read your words and placed the paper on the counter carefully.

"Jagi, wanting to sleep together is a serious commitment to another person. It's only reserved for people you love and cherish. And what do you mean you're different?"

He didn't believe you...

You knew he wasn't going to right off the bat, but still, his words stung. Grabbing the paper, you wrote again.

Let me show you.

Jimin sighed and set the paper down.

"Jagi-"

You held up your hand and grabbed his wrist. You lead him to the bathroom. He seemed confused, but remained silent.

Without giving any warning, you began to strip.

Jimin raced to cover his eyes and was shouting protests at you, but you continued.

You had drawn a bath and set foot inside of the tub. The feeling of the water racing up your legs and creating your fin caused you so much joy. It had been a while since you were in your truest form.

"Jimin," you said, as it was the only word you could properly pronounce.

He peeled his hands away from his eyes for a moment and saw your fin and gasped in surprise.

"W-what... Jagi?" he gave you a questioning look, although, came closer.

He kneeled down next to the bathtub and took in the sight of your fin. He was admiring you... Not judging like you had prepared yourself for.

His hand reached out to touch your fin, and you allowed it. You watched as he ran his hand along your scales, reveling in the sensation it gave you.

"Y-you're a-a mermaid?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded and smiled, finally able to show him who you truly were.

"That's why we found you naked on the sea shore... A-And why you can't speak and... everything makes so much sense now... Oh Jagi, I'm so sorry for everything we've put you through, it's our fault. Forgive me," he said with remorse in his voice.

You reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, gently stroking it with the pad of your thumb.

Jimin leaned into your touch and you were happy to see him in such a manner.

"Wait, what was the whole sleeping with me business about? Why will you die if you don't?" he asked.

Always questioning everything he was.

You pointed towards the pen and paper out in the kitchen. Jimin raced to fetch it for you, bringing it back like a dutiful pup.

Because I love you. And if mermaids don't consummate their relationships within a certain time frame, our heart stops, from lack of love.

Jimin read your words carefully and he seemed to be at a loss for what to say.

"You love me...?" He asked, looking up with such a sweet expression, it almost hurt.

Of course I do... You saved me, Jimin. And I will forever be thankful for you. My heart will always be yours.

Once the words were written, Jimin quickly took the paper back from you and read it rapidly.

He was silent and still for a long time.

You were curious as to what he was thinking about. You comically waved your hand in front of his face.

Suddenly, he threw the paper pad down and smashed his lips against yours.

Shock overcame your body.

Jimin was kissing you. He was kissing you from his own free will.

Without much warning, Jimin was pulling you out of the water and into his arms. He rested his forehead against your for a moment, breathing heavily.

"How long does it take for you to get your legs back? Cause I really need to be between them," he said in such a smooth tone.

You could feel the pulling sensation. It was happening right now. Jimin seemed to notice because when he looked down at where your fin had been previously, two bare legs now took it's place.

"Thank God."

With that, he was heading towards the stairs. You hung on and kissed his neck gently, giving him little nips and love bites every so often. Jimin groaned when you pulled on his hair lightly. You smiled and bit down on his ear, pulling slightly.

You were really just going off of what the movies had shown you. This was rather normal for the beginning portion..

Wasn't it?

Jimin had made it to your room and kicked open the door and walked in. He set you on the bed carefully and hovered over your frame with desire building behind his eyes.

You felt heat rushing in between your thighs and you were so excited for what Jimin had in store for you.

His lips trailed down your body, touching the bare skin that was already revealed to him.

"You're so beautiful. I noticed it the moment I saw you from the cliff, I saw your hair and beautiful body and knew that you had to be saved... God you're perfect," he groaned, kissing your legs gently.

A soft little moan escaped you as he started getting closer and closer to your center. A wave of shyness came over you and you brought your legs together hesitantly.

Jimin smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"You can trust me Jagi, I will make love to you tonight," he said.

You eased your legs apart and did as he asked. Jimin pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee and then the inside of your thighs.

Then, his lips touched your core. You moaned loudly and Jimin smiled as he licked a stripe right up your slit. The sensation was wonderful, you could barely take it. If this is what sex was all about, you were wondering why women always said it hurt the first time. This felt incredible. Jimin took a finger and eased it inside of you, not realizing your virgin status. A sharp pain erupted inside of you. Jimin looked at you with curiosity, then it seemed to click. He was going to be your first.

"Wait, Jagi... Have you never done this before?"

You shook your head and Jimin gave you an endearing smile.

"I'm going to make you feel so good Jagi, I promise," he said kissing you as a means to seal his word. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.

His body seemed to mold to yours and he felt so warm in between your legs. His fingers started to ease into you again, causing the aching pain you had felt earlier to resurface. You grabbed onto Jimin's shoulder and dealt with the pain.

Jimin seemed to notice your expression and pressed down on a little bundle of nerves at the top of your sex. You gasped as pleasure erupted through you, making your mouth drop open. Jimin smiled at your expression and kissed your jaw lovingly. The sensation of his fingers inside of you became more and more pleasurable the longer they were there, making you wetter and wetter. Jimin seemed to notice your slick center because soon, his mouth was attaching to your core.

You grabbed onto his shirt and tugged on it as indescribable amounts of pleasure went through you. The feeling of Jimin's lips on your center was incredible. The soft, plushness of his lips was heavenly against your womanhood.

Immediately, he swirled his tongue around your bud. He made lewd sucking sounds as he tried to bring you pleasure.

Jimin was effected just as much as you were because he was groaning into your center. You watched as Jimin's eyebrows lifted and his eyes closed. He looked so innocent, considering what he was doing. His taste buds were full of you and that's all he cared about. Finally he could do what he wanted to for months. He was with you intimately.

The sensation of his mouth against your lower lips was wonderful, but he pulled away rather quickly. You whined at the loss and Jimin silenced you with his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you over him. You smiled and started pulling on his shirt. Jimin understood and got his shirt off quickly. You stared at his form in front of you. He was incredibly strong and his body was lithe and beautiful. You were almost jealous at how his skin shone in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in your chest. You gasped and looked at the clock. It was five minutes to midnight.

There was no more time for foreplay, you had to get going. Jimin looked at you with concern and you pointed towards the clock. He understood and got you on your back yet again. He pulled his pants and boxers off quickly, revealing his

Then he was grabbing a small box, which you could only assume were condoms. He rolled on the rubber and approached you.

No nerves wracked your body like you had expected. All you could feel was love and affection coming from Jimin, and that made your decision to be together that much sweeter.

You felt Jimin's hot member brush against your core and you moaned loudly. Jimin smirked and kissed your neck, then up to your lips. The pain in your chest was getting worse, but Jimin was about to save your life.

"This will hurt, Jagi... There's not much I can do about that, but, it'll feel good in a few seconds," he said before starting to push inside.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bit down on his shoulder. A pressure inside of you was burning and it hurt rather badly. How did women enjoy this?

Jimin was easing inside of you, careful to not hurt you more than he could help. Finally, he hit the barrier inside of you. He looked into your eyes, as if asking for permission, you nodded.

He understood and pushed past it, breaking your virginity. You yelped in pain and Jimin kissed you deeply. Tears fell from your eyes as you kissed him back. All the emotions from the past months were finally free and you couldn't feel better. Other than the throbbing pain inside of your core.

You felt Jimin's hips meet yours and he came to a stop. You two were connected.

"Fuck you're so tight... Holy shit," he moaned.

A smile graced your features as Jimin lost himself above you. He gave you a few moments to catch your breath and to adjust before he eased back and then pushed himself forwards again.

The sensation was odd, but not off putting. You moaned silently, still feeling the sting of your lost innocence. But, it was starting to give way to pleasure. The feeling of his large length massaging your inner walls was starting to become and overwhelming sensation. The longer Jimin pushed his hips against yours, the more pleasure you felt.

You started moaning a bit louder, really feeling the pleasure from his ministrations.

Jimin seemed just a wrecked as you were, he was biting his lips in pleasure and groaning explicit phrases into your ear as he made love to you.

There was a distinct difference between fucking and making love.

Fucking was something done for pleasure, something to get each other off. Or just one if your partner is a dick.

But making love was different. It was all about the connection between the two people partaking in this event. Not all couples make love, but you and Jimin were.

You were curious for how long he had held feelings for you, but you didn't ask. You simply let him pleasure you and you to him.

Because all that mattered was the two of you.

No one else would know what you felt right now, besides yourself. Jimin's length was large and it was buried deep inside of you. You looked down and saw where the two of you were connected and you moaned at the sight. Watching his cock disappear in side of you was such an alluring sight. Making your mouth water with the eroticism.

Jimin looked down as well, watching your lower lips swallow his length, now with much more ease than at the beginning of this experience.

Every subtle shift in your frame, Jimin could feel. That's how tight you were to him. Everything you did, every breath you took was something that he could experience second hand. And he wasn't sure how long he could take that for.

Jimin bucked inside of you a little harder, testing the waters to see what you could take and what you couldn't. You let out a yelp of pleasure, gripping onto his shoulders.

He decided it was time for a change of position. He pulled out of your dripping center and pulled you into his arms. He moved so your back was to him and so that you were sitting on his thighs.

Slowly, he helped you ease yourself down onto his cock yet again. The full sensation being a welcome friend at this point. Jimin groaned into your neck at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Together, the two of you bounced up and down to get you closer and closer to your highs that were approaching rather quickly.

It was almost depressing. You didn't want this experience to end. But, the pleasure was getting to be too much. Jimin was so large inside of you and you couldn't help the tensing coil that was inside your center snapping when it did.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and you trembled against Jimin. He couldn't take your squeezing and finished as well, bucking into you, helping prolong your orgasm.

The two of you were gasping for breath as you slowly were lowered down onto the mattress by Jimin. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before coming back to you and wrapping you up in his arms.

You looked at the ceiling in astonishment and exhaustion when you felt Jimin's lips against your neck. You turned and looked at him and saw a sweet smile on his face.

"You're so beautiful... I-I love you, ___."

Your heart almost burst with joy. The words you had so desperately wanted to hear for the past seven or eight months had finally been uttered.

"Jimin..."

His name on your tongue was like a drug, he knew he would never want to stop hearing it. He pulled you close and brought you under the covers. You smiled and kissed his toned chest.

You felt more at peace with your self than you had in a long time.

And that felt good.

Don’t Tease Me (M)

Request: could you do a jimin drabble with #3 #25 #64 ? 👀

Pairing: Jimin x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Public sex, teasing, dom!Jimin, spanking, unprotected sex (be safe kids), creampie, rough sex, dirty talk, name calling/degradation

Word Count: 1.4K

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It was always a dangerous game, messing with Jimin - especially when you were with the boys. So when one night you took your teasing too far, you lit a fire inside him, and found yourself pressed up against the wall in a restaurant bathroom, screaming out his name as he pounded into you from behind.

But it didn’t start out this way.

You sat at the diner table with the members of BTS, waiting for your food to be delivered, conversing to pass the time. Seokjin was in the middle of telling one of Jungkook’s embarrassing moments when you slid closer to Jimin, your dress riding up slightly underneath the table. Your bare skin pressed against the red leather seating, sweat lining your body.

Jimin looked to you and smiled, leaning over to kiss your cheek. You almost didn’t want to tease him, but the thought was too much to resist. As he spoke to Namjoon across the table, you slid your hand across his thigh, slightly squeezing, earning a glare from Jimin. With an innocent smile, you pulled your hand back and sighed in relief as the food finally arrived. You dug into your chicken, and all was calm for a while.

That it, until you placed your hand back on Jimin’s thigh. Jimin choked a bit on his salad and looked at you, eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing?” Jimin whispered under his breath.

“I’m bored,” You whined, rubbing his leg. You walked your fingers up his jeans until you reached his crotch, slightly brushing over it with your open hand. Jimin’s breath hitched, and you smiled to yourself before pressing down slightly, already feeling his jeans tighten underneath you.

“You are really trying it, Y/N,” Jimin growled, grabbing your hand as he continued to eat with the other, acting like nothing was happening under the table.

“I wanna play.” You squeezed his crotch, earning a low groan from him. Yoongi gave you both a questionable look, although, through his eyes, it looked like he already knew what was going on.

“You guys okay over there?” Yoongi asked, and suddenly, all eyes turned over to you. You quickly pulled your hand away, smiling innocently while Jimin was left in a flustered state, a shade of red spilling over his cheeks. You took a bite of your chicken and wiped your mouth before responding.

“Just fine. Right, babe?” You said, looking over to Jimin, who was practically staring at you with daggers in his eyes. If looks could kill, you’d be 6 feet under that very moment.

“Yes, we’re fine,” Jimin muttered, taking a sip of his wine.

The others returned to their conversation, allowing you to slip your hand to Jimin’s thigh again. This time, he quickly caught your hand and pulled you out of the booth, earning confused looks from the rest of the boys.

“I have to talk with Y/N real quick. We won’t take long,” Jimin said, tugging you away from the table despite the others whispering and tilting their heads in confusion. He pulled you aside into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

When he turned around, you swore you felt your blood run cold. It’s as if all of the sweetness and kindness that filled Jimin had just disappeared, and all that was left was a lustful predator waiting to feast on his prey.

“You think that’s funny? Teasing me under the table like that, when we’re out in public with the boys?” Jimin growled, taking a few steps toward you. You stepped back until your back hit the wall, the cold tile pressing against your exposed skin.

“It’s a little funny, yeah,” You laughed, rolling your eyes, only to cut yourself off with a gasp as Jimin slammed his hands on either side of you, trapping you against the wall.

“I don’t like playing games, Y/N.” Jimin’s eyes scanned you over, taking in every inch of your body. He drank up your image, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I just wanted a little attention,” You pouted, gasping when Jimin suddenly turned you around and hooked his fingers under the hem of your dress, pulling it up to bunch at your hips.

“Fine. I’ll give you attention.” He rushed to unbuckle his belt, freeing his cock from his underwear. You squealed as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your panties down just enough to expose your throbbing cunt. It tasted the outside air for just a moment before being stretched wide open as he thrusted balls-deep.

“Babe, fuck-not here!” You moaned loudly, grabbing his arm that wrapped around your waist to pull you back against him.

“You asked for it, now you’re getting it,” Jimin growled, hoisting up your leg before pushing your torso against the wall, slamming his cock up into you. You cried out, relishing in the feeling of him finally inside you, stretching you out so good. Your fingers tried to grip at something, yet they couldn’t find anything and slid down the tile walls, your body jolting forward with Jimin’s thrusts. You hissed as he hit a spot deep inside you that had you trembling in his arms.

“Don’t go so deep!”

Jimin grunted and nudged your leg up a little, providing more access to your core as he ignored your words and kept thrusting deep into you, your cheek pressed against the cold bathroom wall. Your loud moans were sure to have flown past the bathroom door and out to the restaurant, but nothing mattered more than the feeling of Jimin between your legs, pounding you senselessly.

“Tell me who owns this pretty little pussy! Tell me!” Jimin said, groaning as he kneaded the flesh of your ass, pushing your back with his arm to press you against the wall, an electric jolt running down your spine. Jimin slipped his hand down to your clit, pinching it in time with his thrusts. You whimpered his name, hitting the wall with your palm in defeat.

“You! Fuck, you, Jimin!” You moaned, now sobbing as he kept fucking into you relentlessly. You felt your stomach tightening, and your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you felt yourself nearing your high.

“You gonna cum, baby? Cum all over me like the little cockslut you are?”

You nodded quickly, crying out his name, your pussy clenching around his cock in a need for release.

“Yes! Please, Jimin. Please let me cum!” You begged, reaching back to hold the back of his neck and pull him down to you for a passionate kiss, his hips still moving at a quick pace. Suddenly, he pulled out of you and moved his hand to rub fast, messy circles into your throbbing clit. “Jimin, please!”

He hoisted you up and buried his cock deep inside your quivering hole, erupting deep inside you and bathing your walls in hot seed as you frantically came around him. You screamed his name, throwing your head back, focusing on the way his cum dribbled down your thigh as he pulled out.

You took a moment to catch your breath and ground yourself, as stars were already dancing in your vision from the intense orgasm you just experienced. Never before had Jimin made you cum that hard - and god, did you want to experience it again. Yet, your heaving chest and sweating body left you at your limit for the night, though you weren’t complaining.

Jimin dressed up again, then hovered his hand over the towel dispenser and ripped off a paper towel, walking back over to you to clean you up, his eyes locked with yours the entire time. When he finished and threw out the paper towel, you turned around and pulled your soaked panties back up, smiling at him.

“We’re so getting kicked out,” You laughed, Jimin joining in with a small giggle as he helped you tidy up your appearance, though, you really wouldn’t do much fooling, coming out of the bathroom together after your loud coupling.

The second you opened the door, you were met with the eyes of a very disgruntled employee, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” She said. You simply shrugged and smirked at Jimin, grabbing his hand to pull him back to the table where the others were already finished and waiting for you, their faces noting their obvious disappointment. Namjoon sighed and rolled his eyes, turning around to leave.

“You couldn’t even wait an hour, you horny shits,” Hoseok grumbled, whacking the back of Jimin’s head. As you walked down the aisle, earning disgusted looks from other customers, you leaned over to Jimin and whispered to him.

“Worth it?” You asked, and Jimin scoffed, slipping one hand down to tap your ass.

“Definitely.”

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Expensive Taste (M)

Summary: Jimin? Bound to a bed you say? Wet and naked you say? An opportunity you'll probably never see again you say? Then you better fucking take it.

Pairing: Jimin x Y/N

Genre: Pwp, smut (and nothing else), subJimin

Warnings: Bondage, sensory deprivation, face riding, shoe fucking (yes, he fucks a Loubiton), edging, use of sex toys, masturbation, swearing, alcohol consumption ... a lot goes on for 3.5k

Word Count: 3.5k

Fuck, if this isn’t the hottest shit you’ve ever seen in your life. You didn’t realise just looking at something could make your pussy throb and make you want to suck dick like you truly enjoyed it.

Park Jimin spread out on his bed, blindfolded, soaking wet from his shower, naked, is that sight.

Getting him to sub was a task, but how can a boy refuse when you’re wearing the Chanel lingerie and Loubs he bought with you last month. Like hell were you normally a sub yourself but when Jimin first took you home from that £250 candlelit meal to his penthouse with the intent to ruin you, a girl had to oblige. It wasn’t exactly a task to complain about when he’s forcing your fourth orgasm out of you. 

But now into the third month of the mega fancy dates, the introductions as his ‘girlfriend’ at the executive functions and balls and the intense, but totally satisfactory sex life you two had partaken in, it was finally time for the biggest step in the relationship. Sub Jimin.

“Baby if you’ve left I swear to fuck you’re on sex toys and your fingers for a month.”

Tied up and blindfolded and still running his filthy mouth like his dick isn’t hard and at my mercy.

“I’m here.”

His abs untense a fraction as his body slumps back into the bed realising the proximity is close enough that you’re either on or at the end of the bed. 

His body glistens, with sweat or still wet from the shower, you don’t know - also don’t care, because, the way the red hues of the mood lighting carve against his abs and chest is a god-like display for the eyes. The sheets are slightly ruffled around his from when you’d made work of lowering and tying him down to the bed, but the sight is just poetic in front of you all the same. 

His lips part with an apprehensive sigh as you continue to leave him hanging on his own thought and imagination. You know sensory deprivation. Fuck, he’s played that card on you more time than he’s fucked you from behind, so you can just sense the way his entire body tingles with the want for touch, sound, sight, anything to clue him in on how you’ll play him. But just like tasting your own medicine goes, this is going to be a dirty game.

He feels the bed sink below one of his feet first, then it’s the slightest touch on the base of his feet, normally ticklish for him, but like a fire lit and vibrating up his body at this moment. 

You want to string this out a little, play with soft touches up his body like he’s made of strings, but the awaiting dick in your sights calls to another, much more feral part of your brain.

You’re back off the bed and walking to the bedside table where your wine, vibrator, buttplug and lube lay in an organised display. You hear him shift on the bed, and see the way his bottom lip is now caught in a tight clench between teeth - whether to suppress the urge to speak or for him to feel, something, anything, at this point, you can’t quite tell. 

It’s the wine you take. White. And cold. Cold enough that perspiration trickles down the glass and onto your finger, so your press the cold liquid that gathers onto one of his nipples. You earn a grunt in return as he releases his lip, head perking forwards as if he thinks he’ll be able to see what you’re doing. 

Continuing with the task at hand, you ungraciously and unceremoniously pour half the contents of the glass onto his naked and bearing skin. This time, he gasps, swears under his breath probably at the cold, maybe at the sensation the cold brings, and your mouth twitches at his reaction - you almost think you see his cock twitch too in your peripherals. 

You finish the rest of the glass yourself, making the sound of the cold alcohol trickling down your throat as apparent as possible.

“What is it?” He’s not asking because he cares, he’s asking because he needs to hear you speak, needs something to grasp onto so he’s not in this debilitating limbo of silence.

“Taste for yourself.” You lean over the bed and place your mouth against his stomach, licking, sucking and slurping up the liquid that had come to settle between the silk smooth skin at the lines of his abs and the pit of his bellybutton. Then, you find your way up to his mouth and latch onto the thick lips that lay open and waiting for you. 

But you are off him before he can get any further into the action. And he pants, clamping his lips together after swirling his tongue around his mouth to pick up the leftover wine that spilt.

He smirks at the same time you do and you know he’s got it, the rich prick. 

“The Montrachet… 2016.” 

Of course, he’s right. You figured the most with that smirk and the way he’d been drilling into you how he was gonna buy that same wine company that cultivates the wine so glamorously spread across his body.

“And who told you, you could raid my wine. That’s three grand a fuckin- shit.” You want to laugh at his stutter, but opening your mouth to it causes a moan to spill instead as you mount his cold, wet abdomen, and instantly get to the task of rolling you naked lower half against him. You’d undressed everything but the Loubitons as soon as the blindfold hit his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He’s breathless now that he finally has you warm and skin to skin on him.

“Thought you wanted another taste baby. Didn’t want it to go to waste since it was so expensivee-ah.” You lift yourself off, pussy throbbing, before the sensation spreading dangerously down to your toes is too hard to turn away from.

You work your way, on hands and knees up to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss against him before hovering just out of reach, so close his breathing that he’s trying so hard to keep at bay, dries your lips.

“Isn’t that what you wanted, baby.”

“Yeh,” his voice, still low, still heavy with apprehension is cut off as you push up on your knees and then lower yourself onto his unsuspecting lips.

He smells wine and wetness before he is greeted by the warmth of it, and his lips pucker with tongue instantly finding its way into you. He hums and you moan, sensations of pleasure spiking your body instantly despite you already knowing your every move.

“Taste good huh?” And his hum in affirmation, drawn out longer than the first, spikes into you more than you were ready for, so your hand seeks the headboard and your hips begin to move, fucking that sweet mouth of his.

Wet tongue darts out into your cunt, pressing flat and firm and then delving deep inside so that you can move your hips up and down on it. Your clit goes unattended until you shift yourself forward so it presses to his nose and despite your moans and the way he is practically airless underneath you, you’re sure you hear him inhale your scent.

And, you can’t seem to let up, fucking yourself in circles and then up and down as his tongue, and tongue only drives you into a frenzy.

“Fuck Jimin. So good, so so good, baby.” The rambling commences at the same speed that he now moves his head side to side, making every use of his mouth without the aid of his hands to get you off. You didn’t think you’d cum from this, it was merely going to be a pass by, but when he bites down on your clit and then tongue fucks you whilst shaking his head, you nails scrape into his scalp and almost cum right then and there.

So, pulling yourself off just as you feel the knot almost snap and pull at his hair, you look down to see his tongue still darting out to taste your remnants of you that plaster his face and the smirk that he wears after.

“You almost made me cum, you bitch.” And it fuels the fire of his ego, smirk growing into a deep laugh. He’s bound, blindfolded and completely in your hands yet you’re the one who’s like putty. 

You almost say fuck the whole thing and abandon, but when you turn to see his dick is harder than before and leaking, it’s too good of an opportunity to miss.

Climbing off him, you round the bed, watching the smirk falter as he realises he no longer has the upper hand, no longer has a fucking idea where you are and what you’re doing. You grab the vibrator and lube as you go, quietly though, it’s all a bunch of surprises from here. 

“Y/N.” He’s calling out to you, but you reply with the first touch of your heel, hard and cold to his thigh. He shivers, not really understanding the sensation.

You’re sat, ass at the end of the bed, in nothing but your Loubs with legs spread as you begin to trail one, then the other heel up his thigh. He feels the smooth of you calf brush him and swears lowly as he realises what you’re doing - torturing him with his present.

You pull one leg in just before it reaches his crotch and pour the lube, bottle ready and waiting at your side onto the bottom face of the shoe. You realised hygiene was a bitch during sex, even despite the shoes being £800 fresh out of the box, so washed them earlier. You’ve always wanted to make a guy cum from a pair of Loubs - living the dream some would say.

The next time cold heel hits skin is directly on his dick, shaft spiking up when the wet of the lube sinks into him.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He sounds angry. Horny and angry at the fact he is turned on by getting shoe fucked.

You press your left leg into his thigh, the heel digging hard into flesh so he hisses - call you petty but you didn’t like his tone - whilst the other tests the water on his shaft, running up and close to the tip, but not close enough. The proximity to pleasure causes him to buck up.

“You wanna cum?” 

“Not with your fucking shoe I don’t.”

The foot tending to his dick pushes harder, heel dangerously close to his balls and he knows it.

“Watch it, or I’ll make you cum with my foot instead.” Feet. He hates them.

“Bitch.” He whispers it and you almost see him settle back, lips releasing their tight hold as he tries to find the pleasure in the smooth and cold sensation of your shoe.

You press harder this time as you run it up and down his dick, his tip getting attention garnering a hiss from him. You find a rhythm, as does he with the way he begins to fuck up into the feeling, chasing the sensation of when it presses hard against his tip, he also begins low groans and the occasion ‘fuck’ under his breath.

“That’s it, baby. You think you can cum like this?”

“No,” another harsh press that this time finds his balls too. He doesn’t seem to mind though. “Fuck-ah, maybe, I don’t know. Just keep going, harder.”

His words, breathless and low cause a new wave of tension in your crotch, blood rushing everywhere and that pit needing release starts reeling in. Your hand finds its way to your exposed pussy, two fingers sliding straight in like light work - Jimin sure did a job on you with his mouth earlier. Fuck you miss his mouth, but seeing him splayed and fucking himself up into you is just as spank bank worthy.

“You look so hot.” 

Either he hears the way your words falter or he hears the rhythmic pumping of your fingers in your core.

“Are you fucking yourself right now?” He sounds both disbelieving and turned on beyond belief. His words are also accompanied by his pelvis stuttering, trying to find more pleasure.

“Mmm.”

“Let me see, fuck, please Y/N.”

You speed up your movement and much to your enjoyment find that spot deep within you - the way you’re spread certainly helps.

“Mmm,” is all he’s met with again and he throws his head back further into the pillow in frustration. It somehow spawns a new sense of vigour in him, the pent up anger and tension as he fucks into your foot harder, grunting as he does so, and you barely have to do the work anymore and the slick of the bottom of your shoe slides from base to tip, hard and fast. No way can he cum from this, surely.

“Fuck.” You both utter at the same time, yours high and breathless and his a growl.

You fuck you fingers at the same speed he lifts his hips and when your palm finds your clit it’s game over for you. You string moans and curses in a random order as you body jolts, your stomach contracts and the throb burns into a frenzy.

It’s the hottest thing in the world he thinks, hearing the moans you sputter when you bring yourself to your end.

“Shit, I think I might cum.” It’s a whine that turns you on all over again despite the thrum of your pussy and the way everything burns.

It’s as he begins to stutter you draw your foot away.

He draws his whine out for longer this time, his dick pulsing and his breathing tenfold.

And it’s with hell to foot fucking, there’s a rock hard cock to be used

“Cum inside me.” It’s a statement, not a question, spoken equally breathless as he is, the orgasm still tingling through you.

“Urgh, fuck yeh.” His head perks up at the thought and his mouth draws open in excitement. 

With his chest glistening more than before, his lips bruised from sunken teeth, you say ‘fuck you’ to the gods that you don’t have a camera at this moment, because like hell are you forgetting this. Your core throbs, maybe in the post-orgasm bliss but the sight is also doing wonders for making your blood pump and your skin burn.

You can’t prologue it anymore, the desire to be filled stronger than the want to hear another whine - only just.

Stradling his sides you experimentally run yourself up and down his dick, pressed against his stomach between your folds, mixing lube with arousal and heat with heat. It draws moans from the both of you.

“Baby, let me touch you, please. At least let me see.” You lean back and take the vibrator that has sat patiently at the back of the bed, bringing it instantly to his balls.

The hum of it and the sensation hit all at once before he realises what you’ve done, and his cheeks blow out - with his eyes behind the silk you imagine - as he jolts against the restraints.

You know it’s sensitive and if you hold it too long he’ll blow his load, so you ease it from his balls to in between where the two of you are connected.

“Y/N, please baby, too much, just let me fuck you. I need it,” he’s whining and your smirking into a moan as the vibration hits your clit. It must hit the right spot of him with the way he growls and the restraints pull taught against the headboard. “Please, fuckkk.”

It’s the way he says it that has you going, vibrator chucked aside but still fizzling away somewhere, and before he can say ‘pussy’ you’re on him, sinking and moaning.

“Oh shit that’s good.” He fills you so fucking well that the position gets him right into your stomach - one hand even goes to that spot where he touches your cervix and pushes as you start moving - his dick is everywhere and it feels so good.

The slow pace has him frantic against the silk that binds his hands away from you.

“Y/N let me feel you.” 

But he’s your personal fuck toy at this point as you sink two fingers into his mouth below you. Instantly, he bites around them with a grunt and the other hand fumbles for the vibrator, still on and now pressed into his balls again, shutting him the fuck up.

You’re faster now as the vibrations sink into you too, him reaching everywhere inside of you and with teeth, baring into fingers harshly but just right that it garners a moan.

“Fuck, so good Jimin, so good.” You repeat it like a mantra.

He moans into your fingers when the vibrations against his balls get turned up by you. 

And you feel him tighten slightly, so pent up, edged when he’s never been edged in his life and his chest heaving with the need to get normal airflow. You only push harder with the vibrator and your fingers in his throat, the control of it all compelling you to almost find your release.

“You gonna come baby?” Fuck, you’re gonna come all inside me yeah? Fill me up good?” You don’t if you’re talking for his or for you, hell you barely even knew you were talking. He’s moaning loud now in affirmation of the impending orgasm.

“Fuck please come for me Jimin.” His feet must have planted at some point because suddenly he’s pistoning into you to find his end, and it throws you forward. Your fingers dislodge from his mouth and find his throat, balancing yourself on his windpipe.

With a strained ‘fuckkk’ and a harsh press of vibrator to his emptying balls, he’s cumming hard into you. His neck muscles pulse in your grip as he keeps fucking into you with pace, and knowing he’s reached his end you bring the vibrator round to your clit, the instant, harsh contact making you cum and pulse around him, head thrumming and eyes rolled.

“Shit. Fuck. Baby, baby,” you keep cumming as you feel him fall limp, body jerking still even once you’ve turned the vibrations off. 

“Holy shit,” you continue to pant to yourself, releasing your grip from his throat that must have wound tight in your orgasm because the man is red-faced and bruising at the seems.

“You good?” 

He licks his lips, mouth dry, throat hoarse. “So good, just get this shit off me.”

Fuck, he’s still tied. You were planning on letting him watch, maybe touch at some point but you’d fucked him and both cum (you, twice) without him laying a finger. You half-laugh at the thought.

“Shit, sorry baby.” 

The ties on his wrist are off first, and they’ve left bruises in their wake that you almost feel bad for. His hands find the blindfold and it’s off in a second before he takes in your form - hair down and falling amongst the beads of sweat of your chest and neck, pussy still around his dick and black Loubitons still decorating your feet.

He’s an equal feast for the eyes, but it’s him who brings a hand to your face to tuck the wild hairs behind ringing ears. 

He pulls it back and covers his eyes as he begins to laugh.

“Your fucking shoes. I cannot believe.” You laugh with him, leaning into his chest as the night’s events catch up to you and him.

“It was kinky as fuck. You legit almost came as well.”

“Shut upp,” he groans in your ear as you press you naked chest into his.

“Never living it down, Park, this is one for the grandchildren.”

He lifts your chin with one hand and furrows eyebrows despite the look of amusement still evident on his features.

“Thank god I’ll make sure our kids aren’t near you when they have their own. No sex stories from the mad granny over here.”

You kiss him briefly because his lips still were glistening and fight a smile at the topic of the future - you lose the battle.

“Kids huh? We’re having kids?”

He shrugs against the hold you have on his cheek with the other running loosely in his dishevelled locks, “You mentioned the grandkids thing not me.”

“Well the way we’re going at it, grandchildren are on the agenda very fucking soon bubs.” You wince as you ease him out of you - he groans at the cold hitting him, nothing like a bit of cock warming, he thinks.

“You’re legit on birth control.”

He says it loudly as you begin to make yourself across to the bathroom because no one likes an inner thigh with dried cum to sleep in.

Still with your back to him, parading your hips as you go, you say, “99% effective, Park, 99%.”

For all he knew you could’ve said, ‘already pregnant, Park’. But, he stopped listening as soon as he got a sight of bare ass and high heels.

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Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don’t know if I can go through with this,“ you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it’s not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He’s worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here,” she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

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half baked - pjm | m

baby we two distant strangers. i know you don’t speak my language, but I love the way she’s talking to me - love talk, wayv

↳ summary- park jimin gets a job at your bakery, and you can’t help but find yourself annoyingly attracted to the cocky man.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ word count- 5.2k

↳ genre- smut, fluff

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, lightly dom!jimin, sub!reader, slight enemies2lovers, sex in a kitchen, please god don’t fuck in a kitchen its a health code violation, spanking, nipple play, cum play, fingering

↳ a/n- ahHH!HHHHhhh!H! i blame this 100% on @wwilloww​ for merely putting the idea in my head and i had to take it and run with it.  also thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ my babe/my loml for the amazing banner! i truly do not deserve u but ily so much.  and thank you to @chimoona​ @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @taetaewonderland​ for being the best mf squad a lady could have and beta-ing this for me! i love you all so much! i hope you enjoy silly cocky jimin!

 Two cups of flour, one and three quarters cup sugar, 2 cups of butter.

You know the recipes by heart.  In fact, one might postulate that the recipes themselves are the sole contents of your heart.  

You live and breathe baking. It is your solace and your truest love.

Which is why it is all nearly thrown into catastrophe when Park Jimin comes into the picture.

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— Dairy Kink (m)

↳ word count; 7.3k

↳ paring; jimin x reader

↳ genre; smut 18+ | college au, fast food worker au

↳ summary; you’ve always had a bad sweet tooth, and perhaps that’s why you find yourself at your local dairy queen at odd hours of the night. fortunately, it seems like a specific worker always has the night shifts.

↳ warnings; eating ice cream in a very suggestive way, very bad work(place) ethics, smut, dom jimin, sub reader, food play (please don’t drizzle chocolate sauce on your puthy I guarantee you will not have a good time), temperature play?, breast play, oral (m & f receiving), throat fucking, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, semi public sex, cum eating, cum play, unprotected (wrap it b4 you tap it), Jimin is frustrated™, what is this

↳ thank you @kigurumu​ for the gorgeous banner!!

↳ a/n: this is a whole mess and I literally have no excuse. it’s probably bc i’m a mess but whatever lmfaooo here you go, the DQ worker jimin smut nobody asked for! enjoy : )

You have a bad habit. 

Coffee is what fuels you through your day, (how else would you survive 8 am and 10 am lectures?) but as soon as the skies begin to darken and you’re arriving home from work, you crave something else. It’s sweet and cold, melts against your tongue, you can eat it by itself or with sauces and those chocolate pieces that you love so much.

Your sweet tooth kicks in when you’re tired, and more often than not you give into the temptation of sweets. All things considered, being close to a strip mall did have its downsides. You have access to a variety of fast food places which you pass by on your way back to your apartment. Unfortunately, you could never turn your head away from a specific one - much to your wallets dismay. 

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BAD GIRLS GET GOOD GRADES

synopsis. jimin wants you to tell him why you think you’re dirty, even if it means that the cute class president image he has of you in his head will be tainted, because he thinks he can take it. scratch that, he knows he can tolerate it, because he isn’t the student council leader you think he is.

pairings. yandere!jimin x f!reader, yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). student council president!jimin. rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!reader.

word count. 6.7k

warnings. NONCON/DUBCON SMUT (penetration, riding). noncon touching. noncon kissing. exhibitionism. dirty talk. degradation. sex in a public area (aka the classroom again). blackmailing. yandere themes. possessiveness. mentions of handcuffs, sex toys, and pills. jimin is best boy. oc feels guilt for being horny :( and she feels undeserving and inferior 😞 taehyung’s an asshole but what’s new. and he’s called a motherfucker at least like fifteen times. and he’s still mean and flirty. but we still like it that way yk. but he smacks his lips when he’s eating fuckin chips i swear i’m gonna arrest him 👮🏻‍♀️.

part (3) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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the first time jimin sees you today is when you’re running late to class. 

he walks in the empty halls with a neat pile of quizzes resting in his palms, graded and ready to be delivered. the classrooms to his left are filled with students listening to their teachers babble on and on about the boring lesson, leaving the halls for jimin and jimin alone. maybe that’s why your quick stomps echo so loudly behind him, or why he’s confused enough to turn around and catch sight of your stumbling state just before the crash. 

technically, the first time jimin sees you today is when you trip on one of your undone shoelaces and come slamming into his chest, violenting knocking his chin with your forehead.

the papers go flying (and so do his glasses). one by one, after drifting in the air for a solid second or two, the quizzes land on the ground with bold and unpleasant pen marks facing the ceiling. student council president jimin thinks that he needs to give a lecture about the code of honor and privacy concerns if you happen to catch sight of jihoon’s score of 32. but at the moment, he’s more worried about his uniform pants getting dirty from the fall, his painfully sore chin, and a girl who’s on top of him, chest-to-chest.

“hey,” he says with a stern tone before getting a good (correction: hazy) look at the clumsy student (uh, where did his glasses land?), “running in the halls is strictly…prohi… bited…” 

there’s a pause in his sentence. 

then, a hint of pink rushes up his neck.

“_____?!”

you’re no clumsy student; you’re the cute class president of mrs. yoo’s room. 

he almost doesn’t recognize you, not because his bare vision is a little blurry, but because it’s so unlike you to be like… this: blazer undone, hair a mess, backpack completely unzipped with folders hanging on for dear life. 

and you’re late. you’re never late, always arriving at least thirty minutes before class starts. his perplexity is disrupted when he sees your thighs laying between his legs. he’s unable to tear his eyes away from the hem of your skirt that’s ridden up a few inches.

“oh my god!” 

your exclaim makes him snap his head to your flustered face. you cry out apology after apology, hastily getting up on your knees from the more than awkward position, but a whimper comes out of your mouth after the fourth ‘sorry’.

“a-are you okay, _____?” concern paints his features as he assumes that your legs are hurt from the brutal fall. 

despite the pain in your thighs, you nod as a response. then, after swiping at his glasses on the floor to hand them over to him, you quickly crawl away and grab the papers on the floor (with your eyes aimed away from the numbers; honor code, remember?). “i’m so sorry, jimin,” you repeat for the umpteenth time, “i was just— i was just in a rush and— i’m sorry, i shouldn’t be explaining, i’m probably keeping you from something—!”

“it’s alright, _____, you don’t need to worry about it.” 

you cease your rambling when you see the smile etching his pretty lips. he’s looks so put together with his neat uniform, neater chestnut hair, dark rimmed circle glasses that bear no marks at all even after you throttled into him at full speed. this is the classmate you admire; the one who introduced you to the student council, the one who helped you through the projects he assigned. he barely voices his praise for your hard work, but that comforting smile of his never fails to reassure you in all kinds of ways.

until it morphs into a pout. “but you know better than to run in the halls.”

you bite your lip as your eyes cast down. “i’m sorry, jimin…” god, out of all the people in the building, park jimin had to be the one to see you like this. oh, how painful this pitiful punch in the gut is. and how embarrassing it feels.

by the time you face him again, he’s already got the remaining papers in his hand. you hand him your stack before he helps you stand with a gentle pull. “so,” he begins with an endearing tilt of his head, “why are you so late?”

it’s a simple question, really; much more simple than any physics problem you’ve ever worked. so why does it make you freeze? why does it make your hands all clammy, make your feet fidget and stutter, make your eyes dart from side to side? “oh… i just.. overslept.”

“overslept?”

you aren’t lying. you snoozed through your alarm this morning, mind still a mess and body sore all over.

even if you aren’t lying, you feel so… shitty. you’re not being completely honest with him like you usually are during council meetings and advice sessions, because you know that if jimin were to know the whole truth, he’d surely be much more than disappointed in you, and you don’t know if you can take that. scratch that, you know you wouldn’t be able to tolerate it. you’ve worked so hard to be in jimin’s favor in hopes of having a settled position in the council. you can’t bear to lose that spot. so even if the guilty feeling makes your chest tighten with shame, you force a small nod. “yes…”

he hums, doesn’t say that he knows you’re keeping the truth from the way you’re unable to meet his puppy gaze. he doesn’t say it because he thinks it’s so cute that you’re such a bad liar. 

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, as if repeating it would make you feel any better, “i know it’s my responsibility to get to class on time, but,” you finally look up at him, “if you could please understand, then i’ll be very grateful. and please, let me help you with the papers; it’s my fault that you haven’t delivered them yet.” 

jimin thinks you’re so cute without even trying. with your head held high and your eyes now determined to prove yourself better, you’re so cute, too cute that it almost makes him giggle, but he suppresses the glee with a smile that turns his eyes into happy crescents. “i understand, _____. we can walk together, since we’re both headed to your homeroom. but honestly, i think the one thing you need to worry about is an explanation to mrs. yoo.”

although you cringe at the thought of how ugly this one unexcused tardy will look like on your perfect record, jimin’s right. the idea of describing your lame excuse to your teacher, in front of the whole class, in front of student council leader park jimin, in front of rich, class clown kim taehyung (that motherfucker), has you wanting to flee as far away as you can, away from this building that once gave you meaning, and now gives you nightmares. 

jimin watches the knobs turning in your brain before he looks up in thought. he hands you the quizzes, telling you to hold them for a second as he reaches for a sticky note and pen in his pocket (so like him to keep supplies on himself at all times). 

“… jimin? what are you writing?”

he grins at you while he scribbles, nose scrunching and words playful. “something that will get you out of being counted tardy.”

the door of mrs. yoo’s classroom slides open and you stand as straight as you can, as confident as you usually are. you look a lot more put together by the time you and jimin arrive; your hair is fixed, blazer uniform buttoned up, and the pockets of your backpack are sealed tight and secure. but when your homeroom teacher halts her chalk from writing on the green board, and when she cuts her sentence to narrow her eyes at the two of you, you suddenly feel a lot smaller. you want to bury yourself into the half stack of papers in your hands, wallow in the incorrect answers to the quizzes.

shock replaces her discontent. “_____? you’re late?!” she exclaims. it’s like she can’t believe it, and you don’t blame her. “i thought you’d be absent!”

just when you begin your apology, your habit of rambling when you really have nothing to say, jimin starts talking. 

“don’t worry, mrs. yoo, _____ isn’t late. the student council had a meeting without notice,” jimin’s sweet voice and polite smile melts all the worries away, and you hear a couple students sigh as they admire him. the smile he has on is the same smile that he shows to all the teachers, all the faculty. he fishes for a note in his pocket, shifting his stack of quizzes on one hand and walking up to your teacher. you follow behind him as he continues, “i made sure that mr. jong wrote to you about the mishap. if you’d be willing to, could you excuse _____ this time?”

mrs. yoo takes the note. she looks to you, her favorite student, then looks to jimin, the council president. she doesn’t even check the sticky note, sighing and trusting jimin’s word. “tell mr. jong to send it via email next time, alright?”

jimin glances at you, and his lips give a small smile that’s laced with mischief. “yes ma’am. i’ll be sure to tell him.”

you’d never expect jimin to ever forge handwriting. unknown to you, he’ll do anything without complaints if it means getting you out of trouble.

after the graded quizzes are placed on mrs. yoo’s desk, jimin bids farewell to the middle-aged woman with a bow and says a friendly goodbye to you (not before glancing at a particular student seated among the class, which causes his expression to turn sour until he meets your wave with warm eyes). once the doors are slid shut once more, and once mrs. yoo gets back to writing on the chalkboard, you hastily make your way to your desk in the front row.

you can’t look at your teacher’s desk without wanting to puke or run away. you think that vomiting might be easier, given how sore your shaky legs are from yesterday.

a couple of students glance in your direction when you get to your chair. you try to smile at them, try to give them the friendly aura that jimin always pulls off, but the muscles on your face don’t cooperate. you seem like you’re wincing, and it’s not a good look on the poise class president.

“pffft.”

your head spins to a certain classmate in the back.

motherfucking kim taehyung.  

he leans back in his chair as his legs are lazily spread in front of him. the usual bored expression on his handsome face is graced with mocking amusement. unfortunately, yet unsurprisingly, it’s aimed at you. 

you want to scream at him, curse him out, yell out all the rage inside of you and tell the asshole that he’s such a horrible student, not because of his stupid pranks or his lack of respect or his absence of trying in studies, but because he’s using the goofy persona he displays to conceal a much darker side of himself. 

you want to do all that, yet you can’t stop yourself from watching his hands play with the eraser on his desk. 

of course his sleek fingers are adorned in expensive rings. of course they remind you of how he touched your skin in ways that force a shudder down your spine, how he gripped you by the waist and fucked you on your teacher’s desk last night. and of course, he sends a wink your way that goes unnoticed by anyone else, like it’s a secret signal just between the two of you.

your face feels hot with frustration, embarrassment, and all the shitty emotions that rich, class clown kim taehyung always manages to make you experience. 

dropping your bag on the floor, you plop in your seat with an irritated huff and start taking out your notebooks. but it’s so awkward, because you’re fumbling through your bag, making so much noise the more your hand rustles to find the goddamn pencil bag. you’ve never been this unprepared for class before. 

and to motherfucking kim taehyung, it’s adorable. from his seat near the window, he can see your pink ears, the pout on your lips, the flustered crease of your brows. he smiles to himself and leans forward, holding his chin in his palm. 

how cute, he thinks. 

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nexus (m) part 4

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 8.8k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst

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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.

Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.

Years locked away can change one’s perception.

Years left alone can brew resentment.

You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.

A grin tugged at his lips.

The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.

Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly.  You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.

Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.

Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.

Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.

Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?

You. You were on Jin’s mind.

It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.

The irony.

It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.

He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.

And here you were.

Engaged. To be married. To be one.

Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.

He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.

The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.

Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.

Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.

Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.

Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.

His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.

He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.

“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.

“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.

You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.

He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.

“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.

You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.

Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.

He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.

You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.

“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”

Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.

He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.

For your sake.

You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.

His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—

The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.

“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.

The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.

He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.

Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.

You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.

Jungkook’s gut twisted.

You didn’t.

He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.

In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”

Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”

You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”

 “Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”

“Oh I know”

Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”

Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.

“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed.

“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.

“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”

Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”

“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.

“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.

“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”

You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”

You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.

This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.

And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.

If Jimin had hurt you.

If he had taken advantage of you in someway.

Jungkook’s fists tightened.

Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.

“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.

“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”

“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”

“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.

He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”

“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.

You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.

“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”

“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”

You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.

“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”

“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”

“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”

You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.

“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.

“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”

Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.

Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.

“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.

He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.

Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.

Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.

Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.

“Namjoon?”

The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.

Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.

“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.

“Hobi said you called so I came”

It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.

How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.

You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.

“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”

“You killed Jin”

Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.

The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.

“Y/n please”

He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.

“You killed him and I loved him”

Perhaps those words stung even more.

Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”

He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.

“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”

Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.

“Tell me the fucking truth”

He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.

“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”

He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”

“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.

“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”

He bit his tongue.

“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.

“Well can you please come to the station after?”

“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.

Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.

“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”

“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”

“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”

He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.

“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”

He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”

“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.

Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.

“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.

“W-what?”

“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”

“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”

“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”

“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”

Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”

“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”

“That’s not what happened”

“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”

“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”

You receded in silence.

“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”

You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”

“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”

You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.

“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.

“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”

He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.

“Don’t”

A man’s voice came from the door.

“Please—don’t”

Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.

“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”

“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”

Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.

“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”

“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.

“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”

“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.

Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.

“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.

“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.

“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”

“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”

Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”

Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”

“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”

“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.

“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”

“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”

“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”

“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”

“Please—don’t”

Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.

Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.

Pain seared through your chest.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”

He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.

“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”

He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.

“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”

He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.

"Are you scared of me, princess?"

There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.

You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.

"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”

"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.

Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.

Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.

Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.

And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.

You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.

You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.

But where were you during his darkest days?

Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.

Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.

He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.

Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.

“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”

Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.

“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”

“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”

“Did you try and find out?”

You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”

“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.

“Well, Jin—”

“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”

“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”

“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”

“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”

“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”

“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”

He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.

“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”

He nodded lightly, sniffling.

“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.

You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.

“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.

He almost believed you.

Almost.

It was a lie.

A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.

Can we not meet at the station?

You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.

Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.

“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”

Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.

You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.

You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”

Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”

You scoffed.

“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”

You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”

He nodded, absorbing every word.

“Wanna dance?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”

He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.

You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.

Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.

“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”

His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.

Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.

It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.

His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.

Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.

He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.

He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

The space between you vanishing.

Inch by inch.

Until you swore you could taste him.

Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.

“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”

“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”

“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”

“Well did you get a confession?”

“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”

“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”

“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.

“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.

The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.

You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.

He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.

“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.

Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.

Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.

You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.

“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.

He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.

“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.

You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.

“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”

You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”

You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.

“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”

He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”

You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.

“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”

“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.

And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.

His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.

“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car.  Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”

“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”

He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.

Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.

“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”

You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.

He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.

“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”

You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.

You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.

“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”

You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.

Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.

His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.

He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.

“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”

“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.

He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.

“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”

Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.

Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.

He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.

You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.

Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.

“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”

Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,

“Jung Hoseok”

You stilled.

“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”

Shit.

“You acted like you didn’t know”

You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.

“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”

Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.

“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”

You remained silent, fuming.

“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”

You swallowed.

“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”

“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”

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placebo (m) | pjm (3)

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. jungkook & namjoon)

premise: you're assigned a soulmate backed by the science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. you find yours: park jimin is the exact opposite of you. a member of a notorious resistance gang, he doesn't believe in science, love, or the state.

summary: you find out that jimin isn't your true soulmate. he was a placebo - a series of control trials to see if simply thinking someone is your soulmate would be enough to make you fall in love. the issue is, you did. you did fall in love. hard.

genre: 18+ romance, smut, angst, soulmate!au, dystopian, love triangle, romeo-juliet, opposites attract, hurt-comfort

characters: student!reader, vigilante!jimin, student!jungkook, scientist!namjoon

warnings: 18+, contains smut, angsty smut, rough penetrative sex, creampie, cock warming, breast play, a lot of kissing. like a lot. emotional sex, oral sex (m), fingering, praise kink, jimin is a pro at snapping that bra off, a lot of stimulation, a lot of foreplay, aftercare, they're in love okay it's cheesy, feelings of fear, hurt, government conspiracy, medical procedure, memory loss, cursing

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Jimin—

“We’re not actually soulmates.”

Disappointment couldn’t even begin to explain what Jimin was feeling as he saw your eyes shatter in front of him. His heart was already beating wildly with a sense of pounding worry—all from your tears. He wasn’t the kind of guy who expressed himself. He was a pawn. A soldier, of sorts. He took action.

Right now, he was paralyzed. Every drop of blood drained from him in one rush of cold. He was left with nothing. Not even your touch held enough comfort to warm the life back into him. His breath even, mocking him with a charade of calmness.

You continued to explain. He heard you—he swore he did, but everything seemed to numb him from comprehending.

“It was a placebo, where the chip signals but we aren’t actually compatible. So the basis for everything we felt—or everything we think we feel, was a lie. Jungkook found out and,”

Jimin blinked. Looking at you. You were still there. You were still real. Your eyes swollen with tears. Hearing your words hurt, but seeing you like this hurt even more. He needed to be strong for you—you were falling apart in front of him, and he was too stubborn to let you.

He wasn’t going to let you go.

Because he didn’t care. He didn’t care—in fact, a rush seemed to pulse into him, beckoning him onwards—the fact that you might have been some government-implanted craving he had was the only reason he was trying to stay away from you initially. You fought for him. And fuck, he loved you. It was too soon to say it. Hell—probably too soon to feel it but he didn’t have a doubt in his mind.

Last night, as he fell asleep in your arms, all he could wish for was to have that every day for the rest of his life. He had never felt so strongly bound to another person. Never felt so seen, so cherished.

This wasn’t about some microchip in your necks. To him, it never had been. You cared for him when he was hurt. You were a fucking nerd, obsessed with your geeky job in a way that enamored him. You worked so hard, were so fiercely determined and dedicated to your cause. You were messy, clumsy, a stickler for rules where Jimin liked to bend them, break them, or ignore them altogether.

He loved the person you were, unfiltered—he loved the person you wanted to become, and most of all he loved the way you loved him. Your heart on your sleeve. Calling out his bullshit. And always being exactly what he needed even if he didn’t know it himself.

And he knew all of this. So why did he feel so fucking terrified?

Jimin swallowed deeply. His hand leaving your face as you searched him for a reaction through glassy eyes.

“Tell me what this means to you, doctor” His words were hushed. His fingers gliding over your wrists before circling them into his hold. His lips hovered over yours, foreheads resting against one another.

Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He knew exactly what it meant to you. But he needed to hear you say it. He knew how hard you had fought for him. He had tried so hard to push you away, but you persisted because you believed in the Soulmate Initiative so strongly. That had been the catalyst. For you—it had been the condition of your love.

“Jimin” You exhaled. The regret in your voice carved into his heart.

“You know that never mattered to me” His grip on your wrists tightened, as if his touch would make you understand. It was all he could do to not scream—not begin to pathetically beg you not to care. Not to change anything—not to leave him.

He could see you scrambling for words. “There’s still a chance—” You attempted to reason. Because that’s who you were. Hard facts and logic. Your voice choked—Jimin couldn’t look at you a second longer. It was too fucking painful. Too painful to sit there and watch as you gave up on him.

He needed to leave. Get far away from you and think. Because right now he felt so helpless, so powerless—he didn’t trust himself not to say something he’d ultimately regret.

His eyes were red, wet with anger. A façade to cover the shattering in his chest.

“I have to get to class, doctor” His voice was serene. His gaze, tumultuous.

“Jimin please,” You tried to pull him back as he stood up. He yanked his hand away from you, rougher than he meant to, but enough for you to get the hint. “I’m so sorry”

He took a few steps towards the door. Turning back, he looked at you one last time. Your tear-stained cheeks. Your quivering lips.

“I’m not sorry” He swallowed thickly. Pulling on his leather jacket and grabbing his helmet, he tucked in under his arm. “I will never be sorry for falling for you, doctor”

“There might—” Jimin held up his palm.

“I’ll come back” His eyes softened as if to ease your anxiety, “We can talk about this later”

He was out of the door in seconds, unable to look you in the eye again. The fresh, cold air hit him like salvation from the tension. He gasped, breathing the sharp air in as his tears unleashed.

Sinking to the floor, he buried his head between his knees. His fingers gripping his hair in frustration as he sobbed quietly. He jerked his head back, hitting the door as he punched the ground next to him. Cursing loudly as he crumbled.

You—

Jimin would be back any second. You’d never felt quite so nervous. So anxious—not even when you opened your decision letter for your PhD program—not ever. He’d be back. Be home. And you two would have to face the impending doom you’d introduced to him.

More than anything, you felt guilty. Guilty that you were responsible for what he was going through right now. After trying so hard to convince him that he even deserved love, let alone from you—to gain his trust and then put him into this grey space of uncertainty. It wasn’t lost on you how unfair it was.

The mere thought of living your life like you had before Jimin—was pointless. He had awoken something within you. As frustrating as he was, as much of a tease and a flirt—he made every day feel like an adventure. He brought you to life in a way nothing else quite did.

But if your real soulmate was out there, you couldn’t help but wonder. Was it all fake attraction? Was what you could find with someone you were truly compatible with even better than this? More magical? More right?

You had to know.

And you knew Jimin wouldn’t see it that way. But even if you chose to ignore it—to let it go, it would drive a wedge between the two of you inevitably. Jimin’s flaws seemed to glare at you in a way that they hadn’t before. Everything impossible about your relationship seemed to weigh on you because you didn’t have the blind faith in the system anymore. You didn’t have the promise that this is how it was supposed to be.

The ring of your doorbell sent your heart into somersaults. You buzzed him, nervously tugging at your sleeves. You wanted to look pretty for him—unsure if that was cruel of you, but you couldn’t help but think that these were a collection of your final moments together.

He walked inside. Tired eyes, raven hair wispy from the wind. The cold tinting his cheek and nose. His black motorcycle jacket hugged his figure. The familiar scent of cigarettes and gasoline which you had come to associate with comfort. A scent that once made you nauseous.

Slugging his backpack off, he set it aside. Neatly, he unlaced his boots before stepping inside. He regarded you with a soft smile. His deep brown eyes were simultaneously relieved and broken.

“Hey you”

You approached him slowly, immediately wrapping your arms around his torso. You inhaled him. His unadulterated bliss. He was cold, but so warm. And when his arms wrapped around you, cradling your head to the crook of his neck, leaning into you—you wanted to simply melt.

You looked up. His pretty eyes—the way he looked at you—God. His touch flushed you over with heat as his palm reached your cheek, thumb caressing over your jaw, teasing your bottom lip.

You didn’t know what to say to him. It seemed, you didn’t need to say anything. Jimin sighed into you, his lips relaxing against yours. So soft. So tender. Incredibly sweet.

And you wouldn’t stop him. Maybe it was avoidance. The impending melancholy of the night you were about to have. The inevitable heartache. You deepened the kiss, pulling Jimin closer to you desperately.

He grinned against your lips as you did. Hands falling to your hips before cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up, still kissing you with the same delicateness. Taking you to the couch where he sat you both down.

Falling to his back, you crawled on top of him. Lips not parting. Breaths getting heavier.

Because when you kissed, nothing else mattered. Nothing else even existed. There was only him. Him and the storm of pleasure brewing in your chest. The heat coursing through your veins. The dizziness spinning in your head.

His fingers curled over your hip as he flipped you down. Hovering over you now, he admired you. Eyes memorizing your every crevice. His chain fell from his neck, the cool metal making you shiver as it glided across your hot skin.

He peeled off his jacket, leaving only his tight white t-shirt, before returning to you. Body caging yours in. Forearms resting on either side of your face as his fingers traced your cheeks.

“I don’t tell you enough” He murmured. You raised your eyebrows, curious. “You’re so fucking beautiful, doctor. So pretty,” His eyes were half-lidded, kissing you chastely, “Sexy..gorgeous..mine” He smacked against your lips between each word—sending a rush of praise to your head.

And you loved it. You loved his words like they were feathers tickling against you. His voice was silk and you wanted to dance in it for eternity.

The pressure of his body felt incredible against yours, his heat like a blanket. You’d never felt so safe—so cherished in his hold.

“Where the hell did you even come from, doctor?” He hummed playfully against your lips, “How the hell find me? You’re a fever. You’re my disease and my cure”

You tugged at his chain, urging him to kiss you harder. To glue his lips to yours.

He groaned, hips rolling flush against yours as his mouth worked you into serenity. You could feel how badly he needed you, but he was taking his time. On the other hand, you were frantic. Your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up his torso as he chuckled. You could feel his scalding skin on your fingertips. Exploring the expanse of him. The contours of his body, the soft skin.

His teeth tugged at your lip, nipping at you playfully as you scratched your nails against his chest. He finally allowed you to pull this shirt over his head, giving you a moment to admire him, chain contrasting against his golden skin before you tugged off your own top.

You were left in sheer light green bra. Delicate. Something you had bought as a joke a long time ago, wondering if it would actually make you feel more confident. Jimin’s pupils darkened.

“Let me” He exhaled shakily. You turned over, on your knees as Jimin held you up—one hand on your neck pulling you back to him. His fingers gripped your jaw as he kissed your cheek, smirking against you as his other hand expertly snapped your bra off. So fast that it sent shivers down your spine. He replaced where the latch once was pressing into your back with his own lips, kissing up your spine until melting at your nape.

You arched your back as the bra slid down your arms, onto the floor. Jimin’s coarse fingers immediately covering your breasts. Pinching your nipple between his fingers sensually. Trailing butterfly kisses up your neck. You twitched under his touch. Small, needy gasps leaving your parted lips.

He hummed with pleasure, tasting you across your jaw, chest pressed against your back.

“So good to me,” He kissed your cheek. The blisters on his fingers against the soft skin of your breasts making his touch so incredibly erotic, it had you weeping in your core. His touches so subtle, and yet you were reacting to him so desperately. Craving him, overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt when he touched you.

“Please” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for. He chuckled softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Jimin p-please”

“I love that. I love it when you ask me so nicely like that” He pushed you down on all fours. You let out a surprised gasp at his sudden roughness, but your cunt tightened. He pulled off your jeans, and then his own. Leaving your panties on he grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed it.

“So fucking perfect,” His large hands moved all over the flesh of your thighs. He let two fingers tease along your damp slit. “What’s this huh? Wet for me already baby?”

His fingers pushed the cloth aside, finding your tender clit. You bit back a moan as he began to trace small, slow circles. He leaned down on you, the feeling of skin on skin riling you up even further. His lips caressed the back of your shoulders with hums of approval as his fingers continued to coax you. His other hand holding your hip steady. Pinching your ass tenderly.

“Jimin” You gasped breathlessly, fingers gripping the couch tight. His fingers continued to push you further and further towards nirvana. He pulled you up suddenly, fingers still on your clit—but he needed to see you. Needed to look into your eyes as you came. Hand wrapped around your neck, enough to feel his control but not enough to choke you.

“You gonna cum for me doctor?” Jimin teased, forcing your jaw towards him. A grin on his lips mirrored the mischievous glint in his eyes. You nodded pathetically.

“Yeah?” His tone raised, taunting you further as he smashed his lips back on yours. Tongue pushing through your lips as his fingers circled your clit faster. Your moans were swallowed by him—body going limp as waves of pleasure crashed down on you. Your body bucking forward, taking Jimin down with you. Twitching all over as your cunt leaked onto his hand. His rough, desperate kisses muffling your screams.

“That’s it baby, so good for me” His fingers led you through the aftershocks before dipping into your sensitive cunt. “So good and wet all for me, right?”

He pulled himself off of you, and you turned, on your knees—reaching for his cock.

“I want to suck your cock”

Jimin blinked at you incredulously.

But you were determined. You began to stroke him gently. He hissed, reaching behind you to steady himself against the back of the couch.

“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you baby?” He leaned down to kiss you cheek. You looked up at him, eyes earnest—because you wanted him to feel so good.

You wanted to make up for all the pain you knew you were about to cause him. He deserved everything—heaven and the stars and everything beyond, you wanted him to have it all. For now, you let your lips kiss the flushed tip of his cock.

“F-fuck,” He reached for your chin, stroking your jaw tenderly. “You’re so good to me baby fuck”

“I,” You diverted your eyes with shame as heat crawled over your cheeks. “Tell me what to do”

Jimin gulped, eyes shifting as he understood your words.

“Open wide” He pushed two fingers against your lips until your mouth opened enough for him to slide them inside. “No teeth okay baby—and then just take it in as far—” He pushed his fingers down your throat. You tried your best not to gag, until finally you couldn’t help it. He pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva following. “As you can”

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it playfully as he cooed at you. It was the eagerness in your eyes. The fierce determination he knew you were feeling to please him.

“You’re so” He chuckled softly, “God I—” He choked on his words.

Now was hardly the time.

You beamed at him, taking his cock into your mouth little by little. His head tilted back as he cursed to himself.

You loved seeing him like this—amazed that you could make him feel like this. Motivated by his response, you began to slowly bob your head. He exhaled verbally, letting out a loud groan.

“Just like that baby, fuck—good girl” His voice was pained as if he was losing his resolve and it only fueled you to move faster. He tugged your hair, giving you a warning stare. “If you do that I’m gonna cum baby. Slow down”

You gave him a mischievous look, deciding to disobey.

“Y/n” His voice was low, demanding. He recognized you were teasing him, and as much as he wanted to fuck you—he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. His thumb swiped at the drool from the edge of your lips. A shock rippled through his body as he reached for your shoulder to keep him steady.

“Fuck. Fuck. Baby I’m—” His hips bucked, cock twitching inside your mouth as you felt his warm cum on your tongue. You let him go, swallowing his cum—and before you could even process it, he lifted you up, forcing your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the covers gently, kissing the inside of your thighs, all the way up your stomach, where he showed you a little extra love, up to your breasts—he nibbled on them playfully, loving the way you’d twitch for him. His eyes stayed glued to yours. Dark and needy.

“I’m gonna need a little bit” Jimin confessed after deciding your breasts had been abused enough by his mouth. For now. He let his fingers continue to toy with them as he hovered over you. “But we should talk, hm?”

You inhaled sharply.

“Y-yeah we should”

Jimin grinned, taking a peak back into his mouth, this time letting his tongue run rampant on the plushness.

“Jimin” You hissed, grabbing his hair.

“You taste so good baby, I can’t help it” He kept on kissing your chest. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you into his embrace. Your naked bodies intertwined as his hands roamed all over you. You cradled his head against you, fingers running through his silky black hair.

You whimpered, hopelessly aroused by his actions. Your pussy pulsing, wishing so badly to be stuffed.

“I need you” You nudged him. “I need you so bad”

Jimin grinned, pulling away from you. He kissed you softly.

Then his eyes grew serious.

“Y/n” His tone had changed. He wasn’t teasing anymore. “If I asked you to just let it go,”

“You know I can’t” You responded. Jimin looked away. His fingers still tracing your sides.

“Yeah” He said after some time, kissing your cheek, “I know”

You gulped, cupping his face in your hands. “Can I just say that, right now, in this moment, based on every experience I’ve had in my life up to this point—I love you?”

Jimin scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes.

“I just need to know”

“If there’s someone else, you mean.” Jimin gave you a pointed look. “What happens then, doctor?”

“If someone else is my soulmate, that also means someone else is yours. I can’t keep you from that”

“I know I don’t want that” Jimin gripped your hips possessively, pulling you impossibly closer. “I don’t care. I love you”

A tear rolled down your cheek. The hurt that you so blissfully ignored moments before, returning.

“I’ll meet Dr. Kim Namjoon at the conference in a few days. He can check for us, and then”

“You already know though, don’t you?” Jimin challenged. “You think we aren’t compatible”

You paused. “Well I—”

“Go ahead, doctor” Jimin smiled, a hint of despair in his gaze, “Go meet your soulmate. No one in this universe will love you the way I do, I am sure of it. So sure that I’ll take the chance of losing you forever if it means you’ll believe me one day”

He began to get emotional. You ached for him. Ached for the pain he felt in his chest. The pain you didn’t want him to feel.

Your hand rested on his chest. Feeling the beat of his heart against the tense silence.

He kissed you again. Desperately. His fingers tugging your panties aside as his now hard cock slid against your folds.

You kissed him back—even more desperately. Savoring whatever you had left with him. Losing yourself in him as though time were running out. Spreading your thighs to grant him entrance, he fucked into effortlessly. Filling you up until you felt so right—so whole. He stilled, nose tracing yours as he gazed into your eyes.

Tears threatened the edges of his pretty brown eyes.

“I don’t trust them Y/n” He whispered, the tear unleashing, “What if they brainwash you—what if seeing your soulmate resets your brain chip and—” He gasped, lip trembling.

“I won’t forget you, Jimin” You assured him with a comforting hand stroking his back.

“You don’t know that” Jimin gulped.

The true fear in his eyes hit you like a reality check. Reminding you that this man had no trust in the system, and you were asking him to take a gamble on it.

“Maybe you’re not supposed to know about the Placebo. Maybe they’ll do something to you, and me—and you’ll be in danger and I won’t know”

You kissed him sweetly. “Baby” You mumbled, knowing you’d never called him that— “Don’t think like that”

“I mean the fact that we fell in love, without the compatibility assessment, means the whole system is bullshit—doesn’t it? They could pick any two people and condition them to love one another with the chip. That’s not something they’d be okay with people knowing”

“N-not necessarily” You sighed. “Baby—move” You urged him, as if he forgot his cock was nestled deep inside of you. He hadn’t.

He gave you a tight thrust. Your lips parted, and he did it again, watching your expression intently. He held you close—you held him close. He buried his face into your neck, pushing you onto your back so he could fuck you deeper. His hips slammed against yours, deep, quick thrusts that you could feel throughout every inch of your body.

“You’re heaven” Jimin gasped, kissing your cheek again, “I don’t think you fucking understand what I feel for you, doctor—I swear I”

“I do, Jimin” You assured him, “I feel it” He began fucking you faster. “And I love you”

He stilled so he could kiss you again. “Say it again” He begged, “Please. Say it, mean it, please”

“I love you” You stared into his starry eyes. His fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your arms above your head as he resumed his ruthless pace. His lips pasting against yours in between your confession, “I love you Jimin—I do—So much”

He burst inside you, but he couldn’t stop. The moment was too charged, too emotionally ripe. He kept himself sheathed inside of you, cum stuffed deep. Hugging you close, he kissed you—a man addicted, and you were his vice.

You fell asleep, at some point.

You heard him whisper against your eyelids—I won’t give up, at some point.

You woke up, at some point.

He was gone.

You—

You arrived at the conference. You hadn’t heard from Jimin since that night—but preparation kept you distracted. This was a huge moment for your career—and you’d worked too hard to fall short now.

Jungkook was by your side, dressed in a light grey suit—the conference badge contrasting the plain white button-down shirt that gripped his chiseled chest. Around you were folks of similar adornment—chatting with their colleagues, setting up posters and grabbing coffee.  

“Good—you made it” Your boss, Jung Hoseok, who you loathed approached the both of you. “Is everything set up for my talk later?”

You exchanged an irritated look with Jungkook, who bit back a smile. “Yes, sir”

Dr. Jung hummed, pleased with your response. “Very well. Go network. This conference has the best of the best. Y/n, I know you were interested in meeting Dr. Kim, would you like me to make an introduction?”

You stiffened. Dr. Kim Namjoon. He was the most brilliant biochemist of your time. He single-handedly piloted the Soulmate initiative with the help of his neuro-engineering team. He developed the compatibility algorithm that you spent your whole life studying. Appreciating.

He was infamous. And it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous too—you had all of his books, memoirs, magazine articles. It was safe to say you knew quite a bit about the man. And soon he’d be right in front of you. In the flesh.

“If you don’t mind” You held back your excitement, but your hand trembled, gripping onto the pamphlet that a volunteer had forced into your hold earlier. Dr. Jung nodded, motioning for you to follow him.

“I’ll come too, if that’s okay” Jungkook quipped. You made a face, but knew you had no right to take this opportunity from him either, as much as you preferred to meet him alone to discuss your dilemma.

Up the elevator, Dr. Jung led the both of you to the top floor of the hotel in which the conference was taking place. From the clear glass, you could see the city sprawled out—serene, snow beginning to melt off of the ground. More folks were out and about. Children playing in the now cleared-up parks. Spring was coming, soon.

You stepped out of the elevator, and were met with a series of guards lining the hallway. It made sense; you mused. Kim Namjoon was a high-ranked State scientist. Which meant he was a prime target for a Resistance kidnapping or attack.

Your lips wavered. A part of you was disappointed at the lack of hope you had that you’d find out you and Jimin were compatible. Your gut knew you weren’t. But you loved him, so it could be. It could be him, right?

Why did you love him, if you weren’t compatible? It was so easy to think of all the reasons—so simple in your mind, but hard to find the words. You trusted him with your life. He was attractive, kind, in a bad situation but had big dreams. Dreams to make change, and you admired that.

As you walked past the guards, Jungkook’s hand brushed against yours. You looked his way and he winked at you excitedly. “You ready?”

He whispered against your neck. Too close—maybe it hadn’t been before, but now it felt too close. Nevertheless, you smiled back at him and nodded.

It occurred to you that Jungkook might be your real soulmate.

“Namjoon!” Dr. Jung opened the double doors to the suite. You took the room in. Hardly a room—there was a whole lab set up in there. Humming with the soft whirr of state-of-the-art machinery, bright white lights everywhere. Translucent monitors display complex molecular structures and neural pathways. Simulations.

The middle of the room had a holographic interface projected a three-dimensional model of a chip. The chip. Tiny filaments extended from the chip, resembling delicate neurons connecting to an unseen network.

Your heart skipped a beat. This was paradise.

There was not a drop of chemicals in this lab. Everything was tech-based, simulation and modeling predicting chemical interactions, hormonal regulation, neural response and bodily action.

“Hey Hobi” You heard a low, smooth voice. Your clenched your fingers into your palm. Taking a deep breath, you turned the corner where Dr. Kim was sitting.

God.

He sat casually on a stool set up by a plain workstation. He was dressed in a black turtleneck, black trousers—his black hair gelled up. You’d neve seen him without a white-coat on, as that’s how he tended to appear in media pictures. Here, in front of you now, he was relaxed. He was just a person. He was a man.

His dimpled smile made your throat tighten. A smile that reached his eyes with such a genuine glimmer. He greeted Dr. Jung with a suave fistbump, exchanging some words with him before chuckling lightly, patting him on the back and swiveling his chair towards you and Jungkook.

His smile widened.

“Hey there” He nodded his head politely. Both you and Jungkook bowed slightly. “So you’re the poor kids who got looped into helping this motherfucker” Your eyes widened at his comment, but Dr. Jung simply rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah—I’ll see you downstairs. Drinks tonight? The usual?” Dr. Jung pointed at him for confirmation as he reached the door. Namjoon nodded.

“Of course Hobi, I’ll see you later” He redirected his full attention to the both of you, shutting the computer in front of him. “Please, take a seat” He motioned behind him and a small robot pushed two stools over to where you were standing.

“I’m Y/n L/n” You extended your hand to him.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about you. You study my work, huh?” He winked, making your face rush with heat. His eyes passed over to Jungkook. “And you?”

“Jeon Jungkook, honored to be here, sir”

“Good. Good, so tell me about yourselves”

“Actually” You exhaled. “Dr. Kim, if you don’t mind—there’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you”

He raised his eyebrows. Folding his arms over his strong chest in a way that made you aware that this man worked out, he leaned back. “Oh, sure. Let’s hear it then”

You were about to speak when Jungkook interrupted.

“Y/n’s soulmate was a placebo. We’d like to run the compatibility test to find out who her real soulmate is”

Your mouth felt dry. Namjoon’s eyes flashed with interest, gaze remaining steady on you.

“How’d you figure it out?”

You looked at Jungkook.

“I uh, hacked some data” Jungkook confessed, shyly.

Namjoon let out a soft laugh.

“Well alright. As you know, any scientific RCT trial needs a control group. We use these placebos to understand the actual effect of the Soulmate algorithm’s deployment on the outcomes of interest. Procreation, individual health and wellness, etc.”

He was speaking to you. Directly to you, even though Jungkook was right by your side.

“The way the chip works is that you see someone who surpasses your compatibility threshold. There isn’t one soulmate. I suppose there could be, but we have to factor in proximity and chance for encounter. That’s why the microchip will only give the Soulmate signal once you meet someone who has also passed the cognitive-sexual threshold who surpasses your compatibility level. Another threshold, unique to each person and defined by many metrics”

It was nothing you didn’t know. Jungkook on the other hand, was fascinated.

“Wait so, both and Y/n and I were past out cognitive-sexual threshold and we saw each other all the time before she met…her placebo. I didn’t meet her compatibility threshold?”

Namjoon seemed to bit back a giggle. “Well, Jungkook? Is it? Right, it goes both ways. She didn’t meet yours either” His eyes flashed at you. You couldn’t help but notice that they were honey-brown, almost gleaming gold in the light.

Jungkook seemed to recede into himself.

“Is there a way I can check my compatibility with my placebo soulmate?” You asked, tugging at your sleeves.

“Well, I suppose” Namjoon took a second to think, “If you know where they are right now, and get to them without looking too many people in the eye” He chuckled.

Right, you mused.

“Because if you reset my chip, and I see someone else, it’ll register they’re my soulmate before I can even look Jimin in the eye” You mumbled.

“Exactly. We can do that, if you’d like. But no law says you must be romantically involved with your soulmate. Either way, your choice is still your own”

You gulped. You just had to know.

“Please, if it’s alright, can you reset my chip?” The words felt like acid leaving your mouth. Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly.

“Sure thing. Jungkook—this is a medical procedure, technically. We will need some privacy”

“Oh, right” Jungkook scrambled to his feet, rushing out the door rather quickly. Namjoon reached for a tablet set near the window and tapped a few buttons. Some robots arrived, removing the table and stools and setting up a medical bed in it’s place.

“Do you not like your placebo soulmate?” Namjoon asked, while the robots were at work.

“Actually I like him a lot.” You confessed. “But I believe so strongly in the benefits of your algorithm. So I just need to know for sure”

Namjoon squinted at you, but nodded.

“Do most placebos work out?” You blurted, covering your stomach with your crossed arms. “Is there a statistically significant difference between outcomes with truly compatible soulmates and placebo ones?”

A grin tugged at Namjoon’s lips. The robots finished setting up the medical equipment and he motioned for you to lie down.

“What do you think, Y/n?” Namjoon mused as he connected a few wires to the back of your neck. “Do you think placebos would work out the same way? Is believing someone is your true love enough to make you love them?”

You gulped. His fingers brushed against your nape as he plugged in your chip. 

Until it hit you.

“It doesn’t matter” The thoughts came to you as the words left your mouth, “It isn’t even about love. Compatibility. Or health.” Your eyes quivered as you noticed Namjoon’s grin widening.

“I-It’s about your faith in the State” You drawled, “If you believe in the State—in the Soulmate Initiative, then it’ll work. And if you don’t—”

You sat upright suddenly, feeling uneasy. Jimin’s fears echoing in the back of your mind.

“Don’t worry—you did fall in love. You clearly believe, so you have nothing to worry about.” Namjoon admired you for a moment. “You’re very smart, Miss. Y/n. It’s a shame it took us until now to meet”

Namjoon proceeded to tap a few more things on his tablet.

“Now before we do this, you should know. There is a small chance the reset will cause both you and your placebo soulmate to forget that you’ve seen each other. Not to worry, though, I can make sure that you head his way after the procedure to see if you two are compatible”

You gripped the edges of the seat with your trembling fingers.

“But don’t worry, you’ll be unharmed”

Forgetting Jimin—that’s harm. That’s fucking harm. Your mind was screaming warning.

“Wait actually I don’t—”

“Relax,” Namjoon placed a hand gently on your shoulder, pushing you back to your chair. “I’m here. I’ll tell you to go find this fella and look him straight in the eye before anyone else. You can trust me”

Strangely enough, you believed him.

“Okay”

“What’s his name?”

You hesitated. Drawing attention to Jimin’s citizen file wasn’t a smart idea given what you knew about him.

“P-park Jimin”

“Good. Now close your eyes. This might give you a brief migraine”

Jimin—

It had been pathetic. Jimin showed up at the steps of Jin’s home—the home he shared with a few other members of the resistance. It was late—he could hear the debauchery happening inside loud and clear. The familiar stench of tobacco and liquor radiated from the dim light behind the shuttered windows.

He inhaled sharply. He spent the whole day wandering. Trying to drown himself in schoolwork until even that seemed pointless. He needed a distraction. Something to ease the pain. Until he figured out how the hell he would get you back. He needed anything.

He sat down on the splintered porch steps, ignoring the fleet of giggles from what he assumed were sex workers. Staring at his palms, he recalled the sensation of your touch. His fingers curled into his palm, wishing your hand was there but instead grasping at the crisp late winter air.

“Well look here,” Jin’s familiar voice boomed from the entryway. Jimin looked back to see him, a flimsy tank top under his leather jacket which was being pulled off by a beautiful, voluptuous woman. “Ay, fuck off whore—that’s my little brother and oh,” Jin pouted, shoving the woman off of him, “He looks so sad” Jin leaned down to tug Jimin’s cheeks in a way he always used to do when Jimin was younger.

“Why you sad baby boy?” The woman cooed, “If you’d like, I can make it all better”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “No, thank you.” Redirecting his attention to Jin who slid down to sit by his side, a bottle of beer in his hand— “God, doesn’t it ever get a bit old hyung?”

Jin scoffed, “I’ve had about enough of you sitting on your high horse and judging us, Jimin. You are one of us. We’re at war. Well—” He took a sip, “We will be, soon enough, and we need you. Your brother was—”

Jimin hissed. Jin took the hint, luckily.

“Look,” His tone grew serious, “We had one of our mole’s hack into the microchip database. We were right. The kind of data they collect and the way they use it to strategically puppet aspects of our society—it’s robbing free will. Altering memories. Manipulating thought through exposure and environment. And because there’s not specific legislature that oppresses people, they play it off as the way the world works. No. They built these structures, Jimin-ah. We have proof.”

Jimin gazed up at the obscured night sky. Clouds veiled any semblance of starlight, mirroring the shadow over his thoughts.

“She isn’t even really my soulmate” Jimin chuckled bitterly. “It was a fucking placebo”

Jin stared at him for a moment, before his eyes softened with pity. “Fuck Jimin,” He handed him the bottle. Jimin took it, sipping the sour & bitter liquid. “You really like the bitch, huh?”

“Hyung” Jimin snapped. Jin simply chuckled.

“My bad, my bad. The scientist. Whatever the fuck her name is. Listen. If you want to know if your feelings are genuine or not, you need to take out your microchip. It’s the only way you’d know for sure. The fact that there is a placebo cohort for something like this is kinda fucked up. Whatever happened to ethics?” Jin scoffed. Jimin took another swig of the beer.

Should he? Should he take it out? The microchip was the physical embodiment of the state's reach into his very soul.

Jin could sense that Jimin was considering his idea.

“Honestly, it’s about damn time you did Jimin. Things are getting serious around here. We’re going to start taking real action, advocating for our cause. We want you in—we’ve always known you’re a smart kid. Good with words and all that. Hell, you’re not meant for the battlefield Jimin. You’re meant for a throne”

Jimin set the bottle down, again looking up to the skies. “I don’t want a throne. I just want to not be a fucking puppet anymore. For them, or for you guys”

“Then take what’s yours. This is what your brother wanted, Jimin. Be more involved. Take charge. Your girl didn’t give up on you—the state fucking manipulated her to give up on you. They took everything from you—it’s damn time you see that. It’s damn time you fight for what you deserve”

Fight. He was going to fight for you. He had promised you that. Promised himself that.

He reached for the back of his neck.

“Fuck the State” He mumbled, “I want this out. Let’s go”

Jin grinned ear to ear, “Fuck yeah!” He patted Jimin on the ack excitedly. “We’ve got a bot that can do it in the back, come on”

You—

“Y/n?” The soft call echoed in the sterile room. Your eyes, weighed down by the fog of unconsciousness, fluttered open. The harsh fluorescent lights above you forced a squint. A lingering scent of antiseptic filled the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of machines.

Behind you, a subtle tug and disconnect confirmed the unplugging of your chip from the machine. The cool room air kissed your skin, sending a shiver of unease through you.

“Good, your vitals are all normal. You’re doing great,” Namjoon's voice reassured. Turning, you saw his back as he typed notes on his laptop.

It came back to you: where you were. Who you were. Everything seemed to click. Your heart seemed to hurt. You couldn’t understand why.

“Do you remember Park Jimin?” Namjoon asked. You blinked in his direction.

“Who?” Your response was automatic, a clouded memory of someone fading into obscurity. The emptiness inside of you seemed to pulse.

Namjoon continued typing, his focus on the screen. “There’s a man,” he hummed, “I need you to go directly to him and look him in the eye to see if he is your soulmate or not. His file suggests he may be at the University Law Library. Try to minimize eye contact with strangers as you head there.” Namjoon turned back around.

You looked at him.

In those honey eyes. Those sweet, smiling, kind eyes.

A sharp pain in your neck burned.

They say you’ll just know.

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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

therapeutic spa, pjm

you got a full body massage from a hot masseur

⇥ pairing : masseur!jimin x f.reader

⇥ genre : smut

⇥ words : 1.1k

⇥ warnings : fingering, massage, breast play, nipple play

➫ part two

➫ masterlist  || © hardggukk 2020. do not repost or modify.

You had heard numerous times of young woman even your friends talked about the new spa that just opened one months ago, you didn't took interest on it as you are really busy with your schedule since you just started to work. You finally decided to take a visit, wanted to release your stress with some treatment from that spa.

You hoped that your decision to give a try at that spa will not disappoint you but seeing how the spa had been chatter among the young woman on how therapeutic their services, you can count on them. After your friends had recommended the spa to you countless times, you finally had a day off after your busy weeks and proceeded to go to the spa.

As soon as you entered the spa, the scent of fresh cherry blossom permeated the air. You scanned the surrounding, amazed by the interior design of the spa. Your body grew hot as you walked inside the dark modern-looking spa, you could feel the sudden change in the atmosphere, very sensual yet relaxing at the same time.

"Welcome miss," you smiled at the male receptionist. He took quite minutes to explain to you all of the packages the spa offered, you then decided to take a full body massage since your body ached for all the hard work you poured at your office.

You guided inside the massage room and informed to take off your close behind the curtain provided inside the room. You folded your blouse and your pencil skirt nicely before placing them on the locker, you unclasped your bra and your panties then wrapped your body with a towel.

You climbed on the bed and placed your face on top of the soft pillow. You take a deep breath, waiting for the masseur. You heard the door open before a man approached you, "Hi, my name is Jimin and I will you a massage. Please relax and enjoy the massage."

You glanced up at the man before flashing him a small smile, you forgot when the last time you saw a man as handsome like him. You shivered as you felt his cold fingers touch your back to replace the towel on your back properly.

You rested your head back on the pillow, closed your eyes. You heard him opened a bottle cap then squirted coconut oil on his palm before placing his hands on your legs, slowly rubbed your legs from your toes to your inner thighs. His hands felt so good on your skin, you closed your eyes as you could feel sleepy in each second.

Jimin stopped massage your legs and moved the towel on your back away, left your back bare to his views. You felt your blood rushed to your cheeks but ignore the feeling since the masseur looked so professional. He probably touched a lot of women bodies, he looked so concentrate as his hands placed on your ass. He gripped your ass firmly as he fondled your ass, pushed his fingers on your ass while giving you soft pressure on your ass.

"Please open your leg a bit miss," You moved your legs apart as you heard his soft voice asked you. A moan escaped your lips when his fingers glided on your private part from behind. Ah this feels so nice. You thought.

You sucked a deep breath as he massages your vagina. His fingers slowly pushed inside your pussy left you breathless, you felt needy as you wanted him to do more. After a quiet minute, he then asked you to turn on your over to massage your front body, you raised from the bed and slowly turned your body.

You blushed as Jimin stared at you, you instantly wrapped your arms around your boobs while turning your body. Your heart fluttered when Jimin smiled so softly at you, you laid back on the bed as you put your arms beside you. You glanced down on his masculine hands caressed your belly, you squirmed your toes as you wanted him to touch you down there again. You bite your lips as his hands made their ways on your tits, he put a large amount of oil on your tits as he massages them slowly with his thumb grazed over your hardened nipples. You moaned again as he pinched your nipples, you opened your eyes and look up at him who had gazed at you.

You blushed as you heard him chuckled, ”does it feel good, miss?” his question made you blushed, you faintly nodded at him. Your mouth slightly agape when he pushed his hands from your tits down to your pussy. Jimin then put the average amount, directly on your pussy made you shuddered. His eyes trailed every inch of your body, his hand moved further down and rubbed his fingers on your pussy lips. You had become needy each second, wanted him to slide his fingers inside of yours.

"Can you open your legs, miss," He asked, you involuntary opened up your legs, fluttered your long lashes to look up at your hot masseur. His soft yet deep voice sent tingles through your body. "Ahh," you moaned when his fingertips dipped into your wet cunt, coated them generously.

"Ahh J-Jimin," his name rolled off your tongue easily as he spread your pussy lips with his two fingers and pushed his middle finger inside of you. You clenched around his fingers, your toes curled by the sensation. "Ahhh ahh it feels so good," you moaned even louder when his palms made his ways on your right tits, grabbed them firmly with his thumb rubbed over your hardened nipples while his another palm worked on your pussy.

Jimin then sinks another finger inside your pussy, you arched your back as your moans drew him in with his thumb rubs your clit in tight, rigid circles that had your thighs quivered.

You gasped, your eyes fluttered shut as Jimin rammed his two fingers inside you faster. Your toes curled, moaned his name over and over again. Jimin watched you in awe, pride swelled in his chest as you ride your orgasm with his fingers. His thumb still worked on your clit with his fingers curled inside of you.

"Jimin, i want to cum-" as you said that, Jimin shoved his third fingers inside your pussy and rammed it faster and with his palm pinched your nipples made it hard to hold your orgasm. Your body trembled as you released your cum.

⟳part two

therapeutic spa [2] , pjm & jjk

you got a special massage after the last time

⇥ pairing :  masseur!jimin ft. masseur!jungkook / f.reader

⇥ genre : smut

⇥ word count : 2853

⇥ warnings : spa!au, oral (f.received), blow job, hand job, fingering, penetrate, massage, spank, dirty talk, unprotected sex

➫ part one 

 ➫ masterlist || © hardggukk 2020. Do not repost or modify

It had been three months since you went to the spa, last time was so incredible. You were out of words to tell you pleased by the massage, you wanted to go there again after Jimin, the masseur told me that he will feel delighted if you came again. Plus, he even told you will get a special fee for the second visit. You blushed at the unexpected gift from him at the time and were shocked by the intense and pleasurable orgasm he gave to you.

Yet there you stood in front of the spa as you kept thinking about the special fee Jimin talked about, you eager to know. Your face crimsoned and your hands began to shake as you fantasizing about him doing that to you again. You decided to wore nothing under your very tight white dress, you love how the dress enhanced your curves in the right way.

You greeted by the same male receptionist when you approached the counter. ”Oh hi y/n! It has been a long time, right?” You smiled by his friendly behavior. ”Yes it is, eventually my work got myself so busy. Can I get a full body massage for today?” Your voice slowed down at your last phrases, burned up by the thought of your past massage session.

”Of course, I will set you up. You may go inside.” He politely invited you as you finished your payment. ”Have fun.” He chuckled as you looked at him surprised but you decided to ignore his remarks as you were excited to get your message. You wished it will be Jimin again to be your masseur but you knew the spa policy was not supposed to be like that, nevertheless you still hoped for him.

”Oh it is you again. I’m glad to finally see you,” Your face brightens up as you see the blonde hair man none other than the masseur who had been haunted you in your dreams. ”My name is y/n, Jimin.” You chuckled as he addressed you like that, he smiled cutely as he stared at you. You can’t help but gaze down on his lower abdomen, amazed to see the tent up against his jeans. He looked so big down there, the last time massage he only pleased you, you didn’t have time to please him back as the session had ended.”Here is the towel,” Jimin approached you as you heard him locked the massage door.

You grew anxious but at the same time giddy to know what you will be experienced from him. It just takes a few minutes for you to strip from your dress since you wore nothing except it. You blushed as you saw Jimin waited for you at the side of the bed, you noticed how his eyes traveled every inch of your body. “Y/n,” Your heart fluttered when Jimin called your name softly and with his Busan accent caused his voice became a husky, erotic whisper.

”I told you about the special fee for the second visit, isnt?” You nodded, your fist palmed your loose towel to keep it covered your bare body. ”So, I will put on a blindfold around your eyes, is that okay with you?” You blushed at the unexpected treatment however you aroused with it. The last time was so great, you never had such an amazing orgasm like that. You were more eager, anticipated for the special fee.

You nodded your consent, Jimin motioned you to the massage bed. You nibbled your lower lips when Jimin touched your shoulder and turned you to put on the blindfold. Jimin held your hands stirred up your nervousness, ”Let me help you with this towel,” His soft voice anyhow ignited your arousal, she was wringing your hands in agitation. You attempted to control your emotions as Jimin slide off the towel from your body, leaving you naked.

”Lie on your front,” Jimin asked and you followed his order, obedient. You could feel your body started to react just by lying down on the bed, you had to hold your temptation for so long to feel Jimin’s hands on your body. You sucked in a deep breath when Jimin poured the oil on your thighs, you breathed a great sigh of relief after your tense muscle seemed to relax upon Jimin massaged you.

You felt a surge of excitement flow through you, you inhaled a quick breath as Jimin’s hands on your thighs aroused you. You were sexually frustrated, such a simple act was already giving you so much pleasure. You wanted him to take you there and wrecked you, you wondered how his cock would feel like, inside you, even his fingers could give an intense orgasm.

You flinched when you felt another pair of hands on your back, Jimin probably noticed it, ”Y/n, this is part of the special fee. You will get a massage from two masseurs.” You muttered okay, sit back and enjoyed their hands on your body. ”I hope you don’t mind, y/n. My name is Jungkook.” You smiled and let out a long sigh of despair when Jungkook slides his hands firmly across your shoulders then glide them down to your back.

A flush of embarrassment rose to your cheeks when Jimin’s hand massaged your ass. He put the pressure against his thumb, fondled your ass softly. You whimper soft moans at the contact, you were so aroused at that point. You bite your lower lips when Jimin slides his fingers from your behinds, his slick fingers felt astonishingly good against your pussy. You felt his fingers pushed apart your pussy lips before his fingers glide over your cunt. You moaned even louder, your insides were in a flutter as Jungkook massage both side of your boobs.

Jungkook’s oiled hands made easy access to grope your boobs, his thumbs rolled against your nipples caused you to arch your back. Your cries of pleasure filled the room as you weren’t even trying to keep your voice down. ”Please, turn around y/n.” Jimin requested, your body limped and slick, coated with the oils all over your body. You panted by the time you turned your body, you felt Jimin reached the blindfold before uncovering them around your eyes.

You fluttered your dark lashes, took a brief look at both of the men surrounded you. Your heart thumped so fast when your eyes landed on Jungkook, he looked as good as Jimin. Deadly hot. His muscles rippled beneath his thin white tee, both of them stared at you like prey, lust, and arousal filled their orbs. Your massive boobs bounced when you turned your body, earned a soft growl from Jimin.

You felt the burning sensation in the middle of your chest, you gasped when Jungkook poured the oils on your boobs. His large masculine hands rubbed the oils on them, your nipples hardened by the contact. Your lips muffled low moans as Jimin slides his wet fingers against your cunt. The pleasure you felt was instantaneous, their hands on your tits and pussy gave so much pleasure to you.

The tip of Jungkook’s fingers swirled around your pebble hard nipple sent electricity straight to your clit. You were already wet, so wet, that you can hear the sound of your cunt made when Jimin rubbed his fingers on them. That was only the beginning yet you were already falling apart.

Jungkook moved his hands down from your tits to your stomach then between your legs. Jungkook reached up the back of your knees, held them up and wide apart, you were so aroused at them as you can see what they were doing to you. You loved the things they had done to your body.

You were out of breath when Jimin finally pushed his fingers inside your soaked hole, your lips twitched and your eyelids fluttered. Jungkook grabbed your tits with his free hand again, circled your nipple and pinched them slightly whilst Jimin pushed his fingers in and out your hole so sensually slow. You gripped the bedsheets, let out a shameless cry. Their hands alone were better than any other man you had sex with, you moaned louder as you were about to reach the peak of your climax.

Jimin noticed how your body trembled, he used his thumb on your clit while he fingered the hell out of your harder. ”Ahh, Jimin, I want to cum.” You shut your eyes closed, nibbled your lower lips as you rode your high using his fingers. ”Yes, baby. Come, come around my fingers.” He encouraged, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to spit directly onto your little bud before licking it away almost immediately. You screamed in pleasure by the time you watched Jungkook coated your wetness while Jimin took care of your and slide his wet fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. ”You tasted so sweet, babygirl.” Jungkook’s deep voice sent shivers down your spine. He still hold your legs up, made it easier for Jimin. Your body started to quiver, you were breathless as you cum hard.

Jungkook placed down your legs, you opened your eyes to see both of them stared at you. You cant help but notice their massive bulge against their pants, your mouth drolled by the view. ”Are you okay? you want to keep going?" Jimin asked softly, asked your consent, you nodded your head. The only thing you can imagine at that moment is both of them fucked you hard.

Jimin smiled at you before he walked at you, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, you felt Jungkook reached your legs and held them up then did something you will never forget. His mouth latched on your cunt, you instantly gripped a fist of his kong dark hair. Jimin pushed his tongue inside of your lips, his hands traveled down to your tits and gave a firm grab on them. You moaned against the kiss when Jungkook ran his tongue up and down your slit and swirled his tongue around your clit.

You buckled when he flicked his tongue on your clit. ”Fuck, Jungkook!” You squealed, arching your back when hips suctioned onto your sensitive clit, sending you to the edge. You sobbed, grabbed the back of Jimin’s neck and deepened the kiss whiled your other hands clutched Jungkook’s hair.

”Jimin, I want to suck you.” Jimin groaned when you reached your small palms against his bulge. ”Are you sure, baby?” You nodded, your voice stuck inside your throat as Jungkook lapped your pussy harder. You loved how Jimin so soft and asked you beforehand to make you comfortable, Jimin pulled down his pants along his boxer. You gasped to see his cock bounced and hit his toned six-pack, so massive and hard. You noticed his pre-cum on top of the head. You leaned down and stuck out your tongue, gave him a teasing lick.

”Don’t tease me, baby,” Jimin groaned, his palms caressed the side of your cheeks. You smiled at him before taking him fully inside your mouth, ”Ahh, fuck, y/n. Your mouth felt so fucking good,” He cursed, threw his head back, and thrust his hips inside your lips. ”Ah, yes suck me like that.” You were too focused on sucking Jimin’s dick and failed to notice Jungkook had stopped to lick your pussy as he positioned his dick on your hole.

”Ahh, fuck!” You cried out left Jimin’s dick out from your lips as you looked at Jungkook. Jungkook chuckled as he looked at you before shoving his dick inside of you. ”Fuck, y/n. You are so tight, shit!” You rubbed your hands up and down Jimin’s dick, gave him a long lick on his balls, your palms massage and played his balls sent him back to heaven. ”Baby, suck it please while you playing with my balls.”

You swore it made you wetter when Jimin begged you, ”You like it when I do this to you, Jimin?” Jimin nodded as he grabbed your head and plunged his dick inside of your mouth. Your tongue swirled on the tip of his head, Jimin growled as he fisted your hair. Jungkook on the other hand, moved his hands to your inner-thighs, keeping them spread open as he started to fuck you. You were so wet that every time he bottomed out, your juices would drip down his balls. You were so wet, dripping onto the sheets and soaking his cock. Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as he fastened his pace, desperate to get you to cum.

”Ahh, Jungkook, I want to cum.” You moaned, the absolute pleasure they were giving you was unlike any that you had experienced in the past. His hips met the backs of your thighs caused the pleasure you felt to the peak. He went deeper inside of you as you clenched around his dick and he growled, ”Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good.”

You hummed against Jimin's cock, sent a vibration against his cock. ”Y/n, I want to cum baby.” Jimin stated, you bobbed your head on his dick faster wanted him to cum. Jimin shut his eyes closed before he splurged his cum inside your mouth. You couldnt help but gagged at it, Jimin took out his dick from your lips as he hand job his dick to release more. Jimin came all over your boobs and face, your body rocked forth and back due to Jungkook hard thrust, ”Jungkook!” you screamed, arched your back. Jungkook growled beside your ears, his thrust became wilder and rough and you could tell he was about to cum as well.

Jungkook still then groaned and you felt his hot cum started to pour outside of your pussy and shit it was a lot. You glanced sideways at Jimin who masturbate himself while watching both of you and Jungkook fucked. You reached Jimin’s neck and kissed him, Jimin sat down beside you on the single bed without leaving your lips. You were so needy even after two orgasms you still want to ride Jimin’s dick. You pushed Jimin on the bed left him off-guard, he chuckled as he stared at your naked body. ”Patience, baby.” He said.

”Why don't you turn and faces jungkook so that he can see this sweet pissy of your stretched out around my dick,” You smiled at him as you turned your body faced Jungkook, you bit your lips upon to see Jungkook rubbed his palms on his big throbbed dick. He smirked at you as he noticed you looked at his dick. You moaned when you pushed yourself down on Jimin’s dick, he was so big. You took a time before shoved the rest of his dick inside your hole, your palms gripped his thighs as you moaned louder.

You slowly started moving up and down, bounced yourself like a horny teenager against his dick. Then you started to go harder and faster, Jimin groaned and his cock started to swell with desire, you rubbed yourself against him kept the slow pace. ”Look at this fine ass, baby.”

Jimin praised as he gave a harsh slap on your ass. He groped your ass as he started to move his hips while you bounced on him. It turned you on even more caused you to become wetter and wetter. ”Oh shit! Look at that ass jiggle against my body,” Jimin groaned as he slapped your ass again.

”Jimin!” You moaned as Jimin gripped your ass firmly, you bet it will leave his handprint on your skin. You roughly rode his thighs as if there was not tomorrow and the fact Jungkook watched turned you on even further. ”Jimin! Oh god!” You whimpered as you could feel your climax rise, you could feel him started to pulse inside of you and you knew both of you were close.

You gasped as you saw Jungkook stood up from the chairs and he walked towards you before leaning down and lick your pussy while Jimin’s dick inside of you. Your head spinning by the intense pleasure you received, ”Jungkook! Oh, fuck! Don't stop!” You screamed so loud, somehow hoped the walls were soundproof but at that point you don't even care if anyone heard you, both of them treated and pleased you so well.

Jimin gripped the side of your waist, moved you up and down his cock. You cried out when Jimin’s nails dug into your waist and you slammed down on his cock. Jungkook lapped his lips against your cunt and Jimin’s dick inside of you brought you ecstasy. Jimin reached up and grabbed your breast from behind, as his index fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. You couldn't contain your moans as you screamed out loud in pleasure.

And then you felt it, the build of climax. You slammed one last time before you were seeing starts, your body fatigued after the hardcore treatment you received. Jimin filled his cum inside of you, your body trembled and you were drained of all energy. You collapsed on top of Jimin, before everything blackout.

P*$$Y Fairy // pjm

read the title…

pairing: jimin x fem!reader

genre: one shot, quick smut, one take, unedited

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, extreme dirty talk, spit play, fingering, riding, oral, overstimulation, begging, exhibitionism, dom!jimin sub!reader, nipple play, degradation, dumbification, mild non-con (read at your own risk seriously)

note: This is really for me because I need park jimin right now, biblically, but enjoy if you want at your own risk. Playlists and other works in bio, or tagged under bts fanfic. Submit requests in bio. Yes the Namseok fanfic is still planned to come this Sunday, but who knows I might post it in the middle of next week. Have a great week nasties☆ -dubu

As you and Jimin sat at a cozy corner table in the dimly lit restaurant, the warm ambiance of your engagement dinner filled the air. You had just savored the last bites of your delectable desserts, relishing in the sweet moments you shared.

However, as the evening came to a close, a flirty waitress approached your table, her intentions clear as day. Ignoring you completely, she leaned in toward Jimin and playfully inquired about the bill, her overt attempts at flirtation leaving you no choice but to dryly chuckle at the waitress's rather poor timing.

Unfazed, Jimin paid the bill without acknowledging the woman's advances, his unwavering devotion to you shining brighter than any fleeting flirtation.

“Did you see how she was practically hanging on you, Jimin?” You said slightly upset at the unwarranted encounter. “Yeah, I noticed, sweetheart. Trust me, it didn't go unnoticed. But you know I only have eyes for you, right?” Jimin said, reaching his hand across the table to rub yours. Admiring the diamond that rested on your delicate finger.

“I know, minie. It's just... It bothers me when people act like that, especially when we're out together,” you said quietly. You moved your hand away from his, grabbing your purse and standing up to leave.

“Y/N, babe. Where are you going?” Jimin said pushing up from the table with a huff. He pushed through the double doors easily catching up with you in the small parking lot. He screamed your name causing you to freeze next to your vehicle.

“You listen to me when I’m talking to you Y/N,” he pushes you against the car, not waiting for you to turn around. “I don’t care about that woman in there, I only need you my love, but you’re pushing your fucking limit,” you gasp out, Jimin’s hand coming in direct contact with your clothed pussy. Your legs shiver in the cool night air, miniskirt flowing effortlessly as the wind grasps ahold of you.

Jimin starts pulling your panties to the side, breathing heavily on your neck as he forcefully grinds against you. His lips are close to your ear, making the hair on the nape of your neck stand in anticipation.

“Look at you darling, already submitting to my touch,” he says whispering into my ear hotly. “This is mine, I’m gonna do whatever I want to you doll, right here where anyone can see you being a pathetic slut.”

Jimin doesn’t bother to give you a warning, he dips two fingers into your wet center, using his free hand to grab your neck. His rough calloused fingers sending you into a frenzy, you tried to stifle your moans, equally afraid and aroused at the thought of getting caught.

His fingers felt like fire inside you, you whimpered at the sweet pain of his unwanted intrusion. Your body betrayed you in every way, his breath was hot against your neck.

He started rubbing you torturously slow, the fabric of your panties pressing into your skin. You felt your arousal drip down your leg, whimpering at how exposed you felt. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck, biting and sucking near your collar bone.

You hissed at the stinging sensation, sighing as he licked over the forming bruise to sooth your sensitive skin.

“Look at how wet you are, such a slutty little thing,” he taunted, you could hear the mocking pout that grew across his plush lips.

You needed him, sinfully, your body reacted before your mind. You clenched around his fingers in desperation. He used his free hand to yank your skirt up, roughly turning you around to face him. He smirked arrogantly, relishing in the control he has over you.

Slowly, he ran his finger along the slit of your pussy, earning another string of pitiful whines from you. “What if we get caught sweetheart? Hmm? You like the idea of someone catching me knuckle deep in your cunt? MY cunt,” he said chuckling at the broken moan you choked out.

“M…minie I think someone’s coming please stop,” you say, trying to move his hands away from your body. Gasping as his grip tightens on your neck.

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

You tried to fight against him, when did his grip get so strong. He moved his hand from your neck, placing it over your mouth as he plunges his fingers back into your pussy.

“Look at how ready you are for me, honey,” he taunts, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your stomach tightening again in response to his touch.

He pins you against the car, ducking down as someone walks in front of your parked vehicle, his fingers moving at lightening speed.

You felt like a dirty whore, getting fingered in a dark parking lot by the man you loved most. He kneads his palm against your clit as his fingers work inside you, making your legs shake uncontrollably.

“Aw I know baby, you gonna cum for me?” He coos, caressing your pussy in a come hither motion, sending sparks through your body. You nodded frantically, clenching around his ring adorned fingers, crying out into his hand as he pulls away before your orgasm.

Your legs shake embarrassingly hard, the knot in your stomach slowly disappearing. “Too bad you have to wait,” he rubs your lower back lovingly, sticking his fingers in his mouth before opening the door for you to enter. You pulled your skirt down hastily, fearing someone would walk by and catch you half naked.

You climbed in quietly, body still reeling from Jimin’s assault. He closed your door quickly making his way into the drivers side door, and pulling out of the dark parking lot.

Your gaze couldn't help but wander to him. His hands, beautifully tanned and veiny, gripped the steering wheel with confidence. The soft moonlight played on his sharp jawline, casting enchanting shadows that accentuated his features.

Lost in admiration, you watched him focus on the road ahead, subconsciously squeezing your legs together as he licked across the plump flesh of his lips.

However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted as he pulled up to your home, reminding you of what was to come.

He turned towards you, tilting his head downward to look at you through hooded eyes. Your eyes widen in suspense, Jimin loving every second of how weak you are.

Even his eye contact was fierce, consuming you as if you were his prey. He eyes you a little longer before unlocking the car doors. He steps out, stalking around to open the door for you.

You don’t say anything, walking hand in hand with Jimin through the threshold of your shared home. Once your shoes are off, you’re being guided to your black sofa.

Jimin sits down coolly, eyes roaming your body carefully. With gaze fixated on your cleavage, he grabs your hand pulling you down to the floor. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, staring up at him through glossy eyes.

"You see what you did to me, darling," he rhetorically questions, pressing your hands onto his hard on. “Beg for it,” he breathes out calmly, titling his head to the side expectantly.

The warm feeling in your tummy coming back in waves of pleasure. You try to speak but can only muster a feeble whine.

“Look at you in front of me, so sexy. Now fucking beg for it Y/N.” He stared at you, waiting for you to defy him, ready to devour you.

Please…please minie, I need you so bad,” you said panting when he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly.

“Aww, you sound so pathetic, sweet thing.” He let go of your hair, eyes moving between his zipper and your face. You knowingly move to unzip his pants, a light brown suit tailored perfectly for his body.

He raises up letting you pull them down his muscular legs. Your mouth slightly agape as his dick springs free from its confinement. The pink tip already leaking precum, his size will always make your mouth water. He isn’t long but he’s really thick, girth easily stretching you nearly in half.

You took him into your mouth, choking before his tip could reach the back of your throat. Your eyes welled up with tears, he tasted sweet on your tongue.

He bit his lip as you swirled your tongue around his tip. Groaning and fisting your hair as you licked up the underside of his dick, paying extra attention to the prominent veins.

“Mmm, such a perfect mouth baby.” His hips started to jerk up, causing him to hit the back of your throat. You gagged in response, coughing around him.

You twist your hands around his shaft firmly, roughly sucking on his tip. He groaned your name lowly, hand gripping the soft cushion next to him.

He whimpered as you swallowed around his tip, using one of your hands to play with his balls. Giving them extra attention with how heavy they feel. You craved him dearly, wanting to drain him until you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, making you speed up.

“Look at me baby, look at me with my cock in your mouth.” He commands intensely, smiling at the tears falling from your eyes. He rubs his thumb across your cheek, swiping away the moisture.

He lightly slaps you on your cheek, signaling you to stop. You look up at him in confusion, pulling him from your mouth with a light pop.

He pulled you up by your arms, standing you up and instructing you to lay across his lap. Nervously, you climbed onto his lap, chest coming in contact with the soft black cushion to his right. Your knees rest on the cushion to his left, shivering as you felt a breeze under your skirt.

He unzipped your miniskirt painfully slow, pulling it down your legs and discarding it across the living room. Your panties joining them right after.

He removed the black tie from his shirt, strategically tying your hands behind your back. He ran his index finger down your back until he reached the base of your spine. Chuckling at your body’s reaction to him, you felt his cock twitch against your tummy. Slick against your soft skin, crying to be inside you.

“Such a needy Whore, so stupid and pretty, all for me.” He gushed, bringing his hand down and placing a firm slap on your ass. You hissed at the pain, feeling embarrassed at the arousal dripping down your leg.

“Just a dumb slut, and you’re all mine to use.” He delivered another slap to your ass, the sound echoing through your home. You cried out loudly, sobbing into the sofa cushion.

“I know, baby,” he coos, caressing your ass gently, the cool of his rings soothing your burning skin. He runs a finger between your cheeks, stopping just above the entrance of your core.

“You want me right here baby? Hmm?” He questions running his middle finger over your slit, collecting the wetness to taste. Moaning at the taste, he delivered a powerful slap directly on your pussy.

You screamed in pleasure, squirming on his lap uncomfortably.

“Stop moving and let me see where you need me.” He threatened in your ear, grabbing your throat pulling you backwards toward his face. He placed a kiss on your ear before letting you go, using both of his hands to spread your lips apart.

He moaned at the sight, staring until you felt uncomfortable under his watch. You could feel his eyes on your core, cool air making you clench around nothing.

“Such a pretty hole, Y/N. Gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” He placed his hands on your hips, carefully lifting you until you were upright on his lap, facing away from him.

He lines himself up and rubs against your pussy, you let out a strangled moaned, struggling against the fabric of his expensive tie digging into your wrists.

He pushes in slowly, you clench unbelievably tight around him, causing him to shudder. He’s so thick you can never fully adjust to his size.

He reaches around sloppily rubbing his index and ring finger over your clit, groaning at the contact you started to bounce on his cock. Taking every inch of his girth, feeling it in your tummy.

“Good girl, take my dick just like that.” He growled speeding up his tempo, rhythmically grunting with every movement. A melody of his name left your mouth, crying as his tip hit your sweet spot just right.

“Mm I love fucking you raw, such a nasty girl taking daddy’s dick like this.” You can’t think straight, the sound of him moving in and out of your pussy is so obscene. “So perfect, sweetheart.”

“Jimin,” you sob out, fighting against your restraints, needing to touch him.

“What do you want, baby?” He grunts in your ear. “Tell me Y/N, tell me what you need.”

You feel your orgasm building, your tummy tightening and tightening with his every thrust.

“Hmmfp…I’m gonna cum, minie please can I cum,” you begged miserably, feeling the stickiness of your love making coating both of your thighs. He pressed the pad of his finger to your clit, rubbing solid circles against you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

That’s all you needed to hear, shaking uncontrollably you came around his cock. Feeling his movements becoming sloppy as he twitches inside you. You whimper in pain, body over stimulated.

With a few more thrusts, he released inside of you, calling your name out repeatedly. You felt filthy, his cum leaking down his shaft as he lazily fucked into you, milking himself.

He untied your wrists, turning you around to place a kiss on your lips. Your lips molded together perfectly, fitting like missing puzzle pieces. You felt him grow hard again, making you shudder in fear. Too sore for another round but willing to go all night.

He picks you up and carries you to the kitchen table.

“We’re not finished, pet,” you moan his name, arching your back as he sucks harshly on your nipple.

The end.

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