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[♡] it was the last time you were seeing your jimin in a long time. he was having a tour overseas with his group and he was coming back in almost two months.

all the families were in the waiting room of the airport, saying goodbyes and taking pictures with their loved ones since they weren't going to see them in a really long time. you were sitting beside him, helping get his backpack organized with the help of his mother, who was also one of your favourite people in the world.

you were feeling nervous and kind of sad to see him leaving again, but you knew that crying in front of him would only make things worse, so the only thing you decided to do was to help him with everything before he had to go. as he looked down at your trembling hands and your laboured breath as you finished putting everything in its place, he looked at you with a reassuring kind of goofy smile, and took your cold hands into his warm ones.

"are you going to miss me, jagi?" he asks pulling you onto his side, and you cannot help but place your head in his shoulder. "i am" you answer in a whisper almost impossible to hear, but not for him. "i promise i'll send you a lot of pictures and we'll talk everyday. i'll tell every single person i meet about how i have the coolest and most caring girlfriend in the world" he says with an enthusiast tone, making you smile and ease the pain that was building inside of your heart and stomach. "are you going to tell your coworkers about how you have the coolest boyfriend in the world?" he teasingly asks, and you look at him. "they alredy know, i've been screaming about it since the first day we've been together, jiminie"

and the last minutes you spent with him were full of jokes and teasing words, wishing you could stay by his side at all times, but also feeling your heart a little bit more at ease, ready to let him go. as the managers announced they should get ready to board the plane, he said his goodbyes and when he hugged you for the last time, his hyung, namjoon, took him by his collar and made him let go of you, making both of you laugh.

"i promise you, we'll bring him home safe and sound" namjoon says directly to jimin's mom and also to you, with a confident smile on his face.

[3:21 PM]

pairing: park jimin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 215

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (female receiving), fingering

"F-Fuck, Jimin," you croak, tangling your hands in his hair as your boyfriend diligently glides his sinful tongue through your soaked, aching folds, gazing up at you from between your thighs with dark eyes. "M-More, please!"

Jimin chuckles against you, slurping up your juices steadily flowing from your cunt before trapping your throbbing clit between his plush, pink lips. You gasp and arch your back, whining when he lightly suckles on your sensitive bud of nerves.

How did you end up in this position again?

Oh, yes, you remember. Jimin came home from practice, shiny with sweat, his damp shirt clinging to his chest, and he pounced on you like a wild animal, his adrenaline and stamina still high from dancing. He wanted to taste you, to make you cry on his tongue, and you couldn't deny him.

"Feels good, hm?" he murmurs lowly against you, bringing one of his ringed fingers to join his mouth, sliding a digit inside you. You squeak, your legs trembling on either side of his head.

"Y-Yes!" you say breathlessly, mewling as he returns to lapping away at your sopping cunt. "F-Fuck, feels so good!"

Jimin hums, steadily pumping his digit in and out of you. "Oh, I'll make you feel better, so much better. I promise you that."

© thekaykery 2021

Jimin- 9:39pm

You hated liking people. Liking someone meant setting expectations for them and the pain of the person not meeting said expectation hurt less than when you subconsciously created it. The knock to your window has you getting up to open it to your raven-haired friend, Jimin.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late. Had to wait for my parents to fall asleep.”

You nodded, feeling heat rush to your face as you looked up at him before turning away to plop down on your mattress.

“I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t wanna do.”

In a compulsive state of mind you admitted to Jimin that you never had your first kiss. You despised the thought of going into your freshman year of college not yet having your first kiss so you asked him, thinking he’d tell you to fuck off and not talk to you for the rest of the night but he didn’t. You couldn’t help but think he felt bad for you. You kept your nose in your books all throughout highschool, finding little to no interest in any of the boys there and now you were stuck reaping what you’d sown.

“Nah. I want to.” He takes a seat next to you on the mattress.

This should calm you down. His words should make you feel better. This will be over before you know it and you’ll be walking across the stage with your diploma in hand but your stomach was in your ass and here he was, standing in your room.This was not even close to being over. His thumb caresses the skin on your thigh that is exposed since you were only clad in an oversized tee shirt and socks to cover your cold feet.

“How was your day?” His breath wafts against your face as you tear your surprised gaze away from his hand, looking into his dark eyes that you swore couldn’t get any darker but they proved you deadly wrong in the moment. The scarcely lit room made him look angelic like a figure you had made up in your head that you were imagining.

“It was pretty chill.” You breathed out.

His finger reached out to touch your braid that he tucked behind your ear softly with a smile on his face.

“Did you read like you said you would?”

You did. Finishing the book you made a dent in just hours ago.

“Yeah. W-what’d you do all day?”

His hand lifts from your thigh, grasping your arms that rested awkwardly folded in your lap to wrap them around his neck with a devious curl gracing his plump lips.

“I thought a lot.”

You tilted your head in curiosity.

“What about?”

Jimin laughs at your worried face, wanting to kiss the look right off of your face while he is attempting to take things one baby step at a time.

“What I’ve been hiding from you.”

The way the words dripped from his lips made you nervous. Had you come off as creepy? You didn’t care all that bad about having your first kiss but you needed a reason to get him alone and telling him that you had never touched your lips with someone else's was easier than admitting your feelings for him.

“Hmm? You’re kind of scaring me.”

His face barely an inch from yours now had you feeling vulnerable and pathetic. Was this a setup for him to laugh in your face?

“I kinda-like like you. Is that okay?”

You couldn't believe your ears. Honestly over the moon but you took this as an opportunity to joke.

“Kiss me first and I'll let you know.”

And he does until your head spins and you fall asleep in his arms.

Buy me a ko-fi <3

5:00am- I hate u

Inspired by “I Hate U by SZA” 

Jimin

Two weeks. That’s how long it had been since you heard a thing from him. You knew what you were getting yourself into as you reminisced on the way things started. You mindlessly trying to let loose and experience things because as your friends told you that’s what life is about; experiences. Losing sleep and sitting up going over all the things you could have done to make things better than they currently were and weighing the good over the bad because you really really hated what Jimin was making you feel over fleeting moments that held nothing. Empty promises and heat of the moment love confessions but none of it was real; lost in the world he curated to make you believe he did nothing wrong and you were always being dramatic.

A knock sounds on your front door and you shoot up at the noise. Opening the door to see the person you could not get your mind off for the life of you.

“Hey.” He greeted with a grin, leaning his weight on the door gazing at you intently to let him in. Jimin knew you would and you knew too. You were bold and morally solid until he came around to snap you out of it.

“Where have you been?” You inquired, an ironic smile on your face because while you felt relief at the sight of him you hated how he showed up only when he wanted to.

“Around. Why? Miss me, princess?” His hand inched towards the plush skin of your cheek caressing the skin tenderly. You remain wordless, expanding the space so he could cross the threshold into your apartment. His eyes never falter from your form, his hands laying on your waist while you shut the door behind your back.

“Don’t be like that, you know you want me here.” His finger brushes your hair from your face, breath hitching at his touch after such prolonged absence of it.

“I don’t think-”

He shakes his head, laughing and stroking your sides while pressing you against him.

“That’s your problem.” His lips meet your cheek trailing down to the corner of your mouth.

“You trouble yourself with silly little thoughts in that pretty little head of yours.”

His eyes are dulcet, sweeter than anything you have ever known as he lures you into his trap. Jimin’s hands guide yours to his chest, laying them there before his demeanor shifts swiftly, no longer sweet but newly dark and dripping with lust. You hate yourself for the shiver that crawls up your spine and the involuntary press of your thighs in response to his arousing presence.

“Don’t you see what you do to me, baby?” His mouth is inches from yours meeting your plump lips with his in a scorching kiss while his hands wander to your ass knowing the moan that will come from you at the gesture and he stands correct when you react to his touch smiling at the effect he has on you. Jimin’s hands find the back of your thighs to loop your legs around his waist as he walks you over to your bedroom stripping you of your shorts and tank top as you lay beneath him stripped of things other than your clothes. Stripped of the wall you worked so hard on building up before he decided to show up on his own time to make you malleable to his every word, never listening enough to let you say that you wanted more than he was giving you, deserved better than what he was giving you. He was a habit you could not shake no matter how hard you tried and you hated yourself for coming up short every attempt and more than anything you hated him for manipulating you into doing exactly as he directed. Spreading and bending backwards at his commands because for the goodness in your heart and the lack of it in him you never wanted him to be mad at you. You were left worn out while he basked in his satisfaction.

“You know I care about you, right?”

He said as you laid on your side with the duvet wrapped around your naked form, you rolled your eyes.

“No, you don’t.”

You were livid, no amount of pleasure was enough to cover the sorrow he caused you.“What?” He declared, grimly. 

“You don’t ghost someone you supposedly care about for two fucking weeks!”You swing your legs off of the bed, taking the duvet with you to make up for your lack of clothing. “I’m not allowed to have a life apart from you, now?” His tone came out accusingly making it seem like you were unreasonably upset.“That’s not what I said.”You pull a sweatshirt on hastily, unable to be in the room with him anymore.“Then what the hell are you saying? I admit I care about you and this is what I get?”Heat overtakes you at the anger his words cause.“Oh fuck you!  Don’t you dare make yourself the victim here when all you do is manipulate me into doing what you want me to.” You shout, storming out of the room as Jimin remains hot on your trail, hand grasping your arm to stop you before you tear your arm away.

“Two weeks? I waited and was ignored by you for two weeks for you to show up at the asscrack of dawn to get your dick wet and now you wanna lie to me and say you care about me?”

Your fists are hitting at his bare chest before you can control yourself as tears flood your vision and your back hits the hard surface of the wall. Jimin’s hands pin your wrists to the wall restricting you as you shout at him incessantly.

“Calm the fuck down!” His tone startles you and you’re sure you’ll be getting complaints from your neighbors for all the yelling coming from your apartment. Your nostrils flare at him, seething anger at just the sight of him.

“I hate you.” You grit out, the words not enough to explain the fire igniting in your chest at the position he put you in. The position of loving his presence, granting him the power to make you feel on top of the world amidst the ordinary state you were usually in. He made you lose yourself in the lie of whatever shitty dynamic you two played part in and you hated him for it.

12:45am

Nerd!reader x Popular boy!Jimin 

Warnings: Slight Suggestive, angst, pining, fluff.

wc: 3.1k “You can’t just stare at someone for a few seconds and look away expecting them to reciprocate your feelings!”

Your best friend lectures you while she rummages through her closet to find something you could wear to this houseparty some boy from your university was having.

“Notice how I never said I wanted that.” You mumble while twiddling your thumbs.

Amalia sends you a death glare while you smile back at her contrastingly. She knew about your crush on the boy in the same arts program as you for two months as you stared at him every chance you got and ran back to your dorm to tell her all about it and she listened to you for the first week and then after that she asked for his name bringing you to the realization that you didn’t get the chance to find out that information in the midst of obsessing over your schoolgirl crush. Turns out she knew him after all, Park Jimin, campus it-boy.

“I’m a good friend so I’m gonna focus on getting you dressed up now for this party and tell you to rot later.” She weaved through her closet before pulling out a red dress that had little white flowers on it.

“Do you like it?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s cute.”

She lays it on the bed next to you and crouches down to pick out shoes.

“Who’s having this party on a school night anyway?”

“Taehyung, the criminal justice major.”

How did she know his major? You did not get around to talking much to people on campus since your daily routine consisted of completing assignments for deadlines and what not so the name didn’t ring a bell.

“Do you keep tabs on all the boys’ majors on campus?”

Turning around with white sneakers in her hand she shakes her head and stands up, fluffing your hair gently.

“No, I’m not insane. Everyone knows Tae though.”

“Oh.” You pouted at her continuous touching of your hair, staring up at her.

“What are you doing?” You asked intently.

“Getting you Jimin ready.” She laughs like she’s just said the funniest joke of the century.

“Is that why you are so insistent on taking me?” You accuse.

You were absolutely terrified of seeing him outside of class. The little routine of walking into class a few minutes early before lecture to observe him was enough but talking to him was something you would definitely fuck up.

“Maliaaa,” You whine.

“What? Don’t start. It’s gonna go wonderfully.”

Your stomach wrenches with anxiety as you space out thinking over the ways this night could go. A finger rubbing against your scalp calms you down a bit, making you space back in to look at your friend.

“...so space puffs sound good?”

You laugh, taking off your glasses so they’re not in the way while she does your hair.

“Sounds great.” You grin stoically.

-

You puff your cheeks out as you peer out of the car window while Amalia pulls up where you conclude said party is.

“Is it possible to resign from this moment?” You ask, glancing at your friend, worried.

“Y/n we haven’t even walked in yet.”

“Yeah, and my glasses are already fogging up, this is a disaster.” You were aware that you were being a bit dramatic and that maybe this wouldn’t turn out as bad as you thought after all but you couldn’t help the nerves that consumed you as you walked up to the house where people were littered outside as inside is packed with numerous people dancing to the booming beats the speakers projected. A boy you recognize from your history class greets your friend. You watch as they talk before his gaze finds yours and you wave.

“Hi.”

“Y/n, right? We have history together.” He enthusiastically greets, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

“Yeah, so nice to meet you.”

His dark hair covers his face perfectly as he flashes a gummy smile at you.

“The pleasure is all mine. Name’s Yoongi by the way.”

His presence is comforting as you trail through the crowd behind him, eventually seeing the bar come into view. Your eyes glance over the options on the table as Yoongi grabs a bottle, pouring a drink before handing the red plastic cup towards you.

“Thank you.”

He nods and does the same for Amalia. Your eyes trail over the crowd of people, merely recognizing some faces as you survey the area.

“Where’s Tae?” Amalia asks as she sips her drink, nonchalantly.

“I saw him a little bit before you guys got here… Oh there he is.” The boy waves him over and you notice your friend stiffen slightly as he walks over. You didn’t know that she had any interest in him since she only mentioned him once but it seemed like she withheld information from you about him purposely. You keep silent and watch as she flirts with the fluffy haired boy subtly hitting him when he says something comedic and Taehyung eats it up fortunately. Yoongi catches your attention, signaling for you to follow him to the staircase which is pretty clear for the two of you to sit down on.

“So what’s your major?” He inquires as you take a sniff of your drink, scrunching your nose at the strong aroma.

“Music, you?”

The boy tilts his head, grinning at you.

“Same. How have I never talked to you before?”

You kept to yourself most of the time so you knew the answer to his question.

“I don’t really talk much.” You chuckle sheepishly.

Yoongi nods, understanding it’s exhausting to talk sometimes for him as well so he doesn’t make you feel bad for it.

“I get you. Pays to just listen sometimes.”

You're comforted by his words, thankful that you met him tonight in the midst of your nerves about Jimin. You almost completely forgot about the reason you came here in the first place but you felt fine here. Maybe you would forget about the beautiful boy and focus on how comfortable you were right here.

A shadow makes you look up from where you’re sitting.

“Yoongs, some chick is asking for you at the door.”

Your heart drops to your ass as you stare at Jimin like a deer in headlights. Yoongi excuses himself and disappears into the crowd. You notice him looking back at you which makes you clear your throat and switch your gaze to your cup. You feel him sit where Yoongi once did and before you can stop yourself you look at him again. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this up close before in all his heart-shaped lips and glowy-skinned glory. His dark hair falls against his forehead as he brushes it back with his ring clad fingers.

“Having a good night?”

You nearly choke on your spit when his voice meets your ears but you recover quickly.

“U-uh yeah sure. You?”

“Yeah I’m alright.” He chuckles, flashing his smile at you.

God he’s beautiful, you swear you made him up in a dream or something. He wore all black tonight, he usually did and it went really well with him. You didn’t know what to say to him. Should you say anything at all? Did he even want to talk to you? Should you just get up and leave?

“Oh no way, I remember you!”

Your eyes widen. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah of course! You’re the girl who did really well on that solo vocal performance project Mrs Webber assigned.”

You recall the performance quite well now that he brings it up. You remember not expecting that you’d get in the arts program at the school and now that you were in you’d prove your spot so you wrote the song weeks before the performance, practicing every day in the hall no matter how exhausted you were after your day of doing homework.

“Oh! Thanks.” Your glasses fog slightly, making you tear your gaze away from him in embarrassment, wiping the lens with the hem of your dress before turning to find him much closer than before.

“O-oh.”

“Flustered much?” He questions teasingly already knowing the answer.

“N-no it’s just hot in here.” You breathe in his strong cologne, flitting your gaze down at his lips before meeting his dark eyes.

“Shall we get some air outside, then?”

You wordlessly nod and he smiles back at you before intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you out of the door to the backyard where no fellow party goer is to be seen. He sits down on the grass, facing the lake momentarily before gazing up at you to pat the space next to him. You gesture towards your dress and he raises his brows in realization before pulling off his leather jacket and laying it atop the grass for you.

“But-”

“It’s just a jacket. Plus I wouldn’t wanna mess up your pretty dress now.”

You chuckle sitting down next to him, gulping down some of your drink to calm your nagging nerves.

“So what’s your major?”

He tears his gaze away from the water and looks at you with that damned smile, nibbling on his plush lip that you stop yourself from staring at.

“Contemporary dance.”

Could he get any more perfect?

“You dance? That’s so cool!”

“Thank you,” his thumb swipes underneath your eye, making goosebumps appear automatically with the small sensation of his skin against yours.

“You had an eyelash. Here, make a wish and blow it.”

Your eyes flit to his thumb and his eyes and you pucker your lips, blowing the stray hair away whilst not breaking eye contact. The alcohol had a sense of warmth enveloping your tummy nicely and your nerves were long gone.

“Did you make a good wish?”

Jimin nearly stumbled over words with your eyes on him. You were breathtaking even when you fidgeted nervously and repeatedly shied away from his gaze.

“The best one I could think of.”

You sat in a comfortable silence, watching the moon and stars hang atop the lake. Jimin had trouble paying attention as his eyes stayed on your smaller figure. Your feelings weighed heavy on your chest as the alcohol soothed you and you figured utmost honesty would melt these stupid butterflies away so you broke the silence, turning to look back at him.

“I should probably be transparent with you.” You softly uttered as he looked at you with deep intent.

“What about?”

The wind slightly moving strands of his hair across his forehead made him look otherworldly as he awaits your answer to come from your suddenly dry mouth. A chuckle comes from you instead of words and he accepts it, laughing along with you.

“I don’t know how to hold my alcohol, clearly.” You quip, the slur in your speech proving you right.

The little sips held so much weight on your system that has never consumed much alcohol in one sitting before going outside with him. He watches you with wonder coating his pupils as giggles come from you and you are leaning into him. It’s not long before you head back inside to meet with your friend again; Jimin trailing behind you through the crowd of people with a cautious hand hovering over the small of your back. You’re smiling widely with your arms open to wrap them around the taller girl’s waist.

“This is my best friend, Amalia.” You introduce proudly as the girl grins at you before offering a close-lipped smile to him that he returns. Before he can say anything you are moving over to him again. Your lingering intoxication made you touchy and Jimin could not say he hated the way your hand lightly brushed his while you conversed with your friend. The appearance of Taehyung shifts her attention as you exchange a final whisper and pull away from the two, giving him your full attention. You stare wordlessly while people dance a few feet away from you. A smile breaks across your face when he laces his fingers with yours.

“You seemed tentative to do it first.”

He was absolutely menacing, watching you crumble in front of him like it was the funniest sitcom ever aired and you were proving his point correct with your foggy lenses and jittery mannerisms. Jimin frowned at your visible nerves. Was that the reason you resorted to staring at him every time he had class with you instead of just talking to him? He didn’t see anything intimidating about him.

“Yeah? Or did you just wanna hold my hand?”

There it is. You’re getting more comfortable as his thumb rubs over your knuckles; feeling the nerves in your form disperse with each stroke of his skin against yours. Soon your demeanor perks up at the song playing through the house and before he can stop it you are pulling him along with you to the middle of the house where everyone else is dancing along with one another. Your giggles pull him into a hazy space as his arms wrap around your waist as you sway your hips to the smooth tune smiling up at him tentatively wrapping your arms around his neck.

Becoming unapologetic with your choice to make him dance with you to one of your favorite songs  was definitely not planned but you can’t find any reason not to when your hands grow a mind of their own to push the tendrils out of the way of his pretty eyes that you become painfully aware of. Much darker than before, curtained with something you can’t quite put your finger on because you’ve never danced with a boy before and no class prepared you for this moment. Your pathetic legs follow him as he positions you in front of him and guides you somewhere down a hallway in the unfamiliar house. Your heart is pounding in your chest and it’s too late as your back meets the drywall and you are finally given the ability to speak again when you find yourself facing him again.

“I-is something wrong?” You whisper.

A shake of his head is all he grants you while the involuntary rise and fall of your chest continues as his forehead pressed against yours and the swell of your bottom lip is so close to meeting his. Strong hands ground you when you swear you are about to levitate or wake up from a dream. His lips meet yours and the world freezes over as your hands tangle themselves in his hair. The fear that once drenched you is replaced with desire. Not entirely what you want but more than willing to take what Jimin gives you with the utmost appreciation.

Your eyes flutter open when he parts from you with a ‘pop’ and you are stunned. His chest pressed against the swell of your breasts that are well spilling from your dress.

“Everybody get the fuck out!” Your neck snaps to sound and you are being yanked out of the door running outside to see cop cars all while Jimin’s hand is holding onto yours tightly. You spot Amalia at the car as her eyes find you automatically running to the car and getting in  the backseat before  she speeds out of the neighborhood.

“What a buzzkill.” Jimin quips next to you.

You aren’t sure how long you were occupied for police to crash the party as you sit in a daze.

“When I noticed they were there I got my black ass out of there so fast.” Malia laughs, making you do the same as you lean forward.

“Who called them anyway?” You question, receiving a shrug from her as she turns into the parking lot of the dorms.

“Who knows? It is a school night.”

Hands linger on your thigh as Jimin remains quiet next to you while you lean back into your seat when the vehicle comes to a smooth stop and you are getting out of the car before Amalia wishes the two of you a good night and rushes upstairs in a haste to leave you alone.

That leaves you silent as she disappears and you are left to fend for yourself.

“I had a good time with you tonight.” Jimin says as you peek at him through your lashes.

“I did too, thank you.” Your voice comes out more professional than you’d like as if he’d just completed a service for you.

His hand is gentle as it meets the skin of your chin to tilt your head back so your eyes look back at his fully. Your lips still shine with the gloss that coats his lips as well now from the party and he’s wondering if you pout them like that on purpose just to spite him into giving you exactly what you want. With your nerves plaguing you there was no doubt in his mind that you knew the effect you had on him. You were clueless to what you were doing and the knowledge of that had him ready to stay hot on your trail.

“So when can I see you again?” Drawing closer so his lips graze yours while he shapes the vowels with his mouth and your eyes are struggling to stay open.

“Whenever you’d like.” Hating how submissive you sound, you scold yourself with the tips your best friend gave you. Although you wanted him more than anything it was in no way okay for him to know that so early in the game but you found no place to care when he holds you the way he does. You were ready to get on your hands and knees for him without so much as a ‘please’.

“Yeah? Ready to follow whatever I say like a good girl?” He teases as you take the leap, closing the gap between your lips in a needy kiss nowhere near as sweet as the one at the party. You kiss him like a saint in confession; pouring out all of your secrets to him and he does the same; locking the secrets in the safest place where no one but you and him can access them. Bright lights catch your attention making you break contact to look beside you where a campus sheriff is glaring at the both of you.

“Take it elsewhere lovebirds!”

Jimin’s apologizing and bowing respectfully to the man as he drives away in his golf cart rounding the corner out of sight and his hands are back on your face to press your lips together again while you laugh and playfully shove him away.

“You’re so sick in the head!”

“Only for you.” He pouts, pecking your swollen lips one last time.