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The Devil’s Own Luck

Words: 28.5k (holy shit) Genre: Fluff, Sprinkle of Angst, Light Smut, Slice of Life, Demon!Au Summary: You should’ve known that opening that box would’ve made your luck go rotten. And not only that, but a certain demon would end up following you for the rest of your days. Introducing the devilish boy - Jimin! Your childhood best friend from the underworld who will never leave your side!

Cr.

Were you just born unlucky?

But that doesn’t seem right. After all, your mother always picks four leaf clovers without fail. Granted, your father’s never won jackpot but every lottery ticket he scratches wins fifty or a hundred. Even the way your parents met was lucky.

It was a chance encounter. Your mother spontaneously won a vacation trip from her workplace and a day before that your dad had triumphed at a casino with his friends. He felt compelled to buy plane tickets the next day while walking next to a travel agency ad. Of all the places in the world, his destination turned out was the same as your mom’s.

The both of them were in different seats but as luck would have it, they magically got upgraded to first class and sat next to each other. The weather called for sunny skies but as the rain poured down, turbulence caused your mother to latch onto your father. As if that encounter wasn’t enough, they ended up booking the same hotel out of the hundreds available. And of all the floors and the millions of rooms, they ended up right next to each other. Needless to say, the two strangers ended up having a wild rendezvous adventure together.

When that was all over, on the plane ride home, they sat next to each other again. And that was how they met each other and ended up getting married years later.

But what about you?

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Our Constellation | Pt. 1

Pairing: Female Reader x Yandere!Fallen Angel!Jimin Genre: Fluff/Smut/Drama, Angel AU Word Count: 4.1K Rating: M Summary: You are lonely and lost, but you’re good with that. Now a beautiful stranger is here to mess it all up. Warnings: Drunken behavior, exhibitionism, oral (M), fingering (F), raw sex, rough sex, soft!dom!Jimin, spanking, squirting, creampie, infertility, emotional trauma, abandonment. 

Pt. 1 | ->

“How did you move past it?” You ask, scanning the eyes of the man sitting across a small bar booth. “The feeling of not belonging…in your own skin.”

He heaves a heavy sigh and scratches at the back of his neck.

“I’m definitely stronger now, but I’m not sure I can ever move past it.”

“Oh?”

“Instead I’ve—well, I guess I’ve accepted it. It’s a part of who I am.”

You nod and recall the feeling of insecurity. It creeps up occasionally, consuming your mind with thoughts of self-loathing inadequacy. It’s such a lonely feeling. So ostracizing, and yet, so many others feel the same exact way. But him? It’s hard to believe this handsome stranger could ever feel less than exceptional.

Earlier in the night, you sat alone at the bar. It had become a nightly ritual before your long commute home from the office. You’d get the same drink, sit in the same chair, scroll through your phone and then eventually drive home to start the process over again. However, tonight was going to be different, and you could feel a shift the second he sat next to you.

“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he said with a cute crooked smile and shook your hand. He had the tiniest dimple that peeked through his cheek. “Mind if I buy you a drink and talk your ear off?” You nodded shyly in response and felt a pulse of heat flow through your body when you looked up to meet his welcoming eyes.

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esse tuus | pjm

esse tuus (latin) ↳ translation: to be yours

synopsis: You’ve been plagued by dreams of your boss ever since you started working for him to the point where you’re unable to “play” with anybody else. Frustration and possible lack of sleep has you feeling lethargic, to a point where you find yourself falling asleep at work, but little do you know that someone is behind it all.

part of the dulce somnii universe.

pairing: jimin x reader

wc: 9.8k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | incubus, office au, f2l | S, F

warnings: minor descriptions of injury, oral (f. receiving), fingering, heaps of feelings, orgasm denial/delay, sex dreams? name-calling, degradation, praise kink

lil note: happy birthday jimin <3 and happy halloween!

listening to: serendipity

m.list | ao3

The night sky only darkens with the evidence of rain. With most of its denizens asleep, the city winds down quietly while it waits for the storm to pass. Two men stand in the middle of the downpour, two sets of eyes staring at the same window – the third-floor apartment belonging to a woman, the only one awake in the otherwise quiet night. They’re silent, waiting with bated breath for the lights to turn off, so that no one could listen into their conversation, despite them surrounded by a powerful aura that shrouds their identities while wicking away the rain to keep their coats dry. As they say, you can’t be too careful when the walls have ears.

When the final inhabitant of the city surrenders to the call of sleep, their conversation begins.

“That’s her.” It isn’t a question, but Jimin nods in confirmation. “How long?” his companion asks, his deep voice clear despite the thundering stampede of rain colliding with the asphalt around them.

“Ever since I’ve known her,” Jimin replies wistfully. “Five years now.”

“I mean, aren’t you the same way? Isn’t that why you haven’t changed your form in nearly two years now?” he questions his tall companion curiously. “Surely that girl you were toying with is under your control by now, right? Why not move on to a different target, Tae?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer him immediately, the glare he throws at Jimin a sufficient reply. “It’s different,” he sighs after a heartbeat. “I don’t love her; I just need her to feed – to survive.”

“Bullshit,” Jimin counters with a roll of his eyes. “Pretend all you want, but you can’t fool me. I know the way you talk about her when you’re drunk.”

“It’s different,” Taehyung insists with a growl. Seizing Jimin’s shoulders, Taehyung’s golden eyes glint with irritation under the dim streetlight. “Because I’m not willing to give up my life for her… Unlike you,” he spits as he shakes his head. “I want you to think carefully about this. Are you sure you’re willing to give up your immortality, and eventually your powers, for a mere mortal?”

Jimin laughs, loud enough that it would normally wake everyone in the neighbourhood, but his powers have given him a gift of anonymity, so the sound is merely carried away by the wind. Instead of staring into the gilded eyes of his friend that mirrors the storm around them, he looks up at the darkened room again.

With a graceful smile, he peels Taehyung’s hands away from his shoulders before turning away to leave, away from this dreaded weather. Indifferent about whether Taehyung could hear him, Jimin’s ruby eyes twinkle as he grins, “Oh, I have never been surer.”

---

You’re not sure when the dreams started, but it was shortly after you started working under the new CEO, Park Jimin. They weren’t so frequent before, maybe happening about once or twice every couple of months with you recollecting bits and pieces come morning. Now, not only were the dreams occurring nightly, you’re left with an uncomfortable mess in the morning – made evident by the growing wet puddle soaking your sheets, but also the way you can no longer look at your boss without heat flaming your cheeks.

When you confide your issue with a good friend of yours, she only gave you a weird look, telling you that the dreams were attributed to the fact that: (a) your boss is fine as hell; and (b) the stress that’s been accumulating with the mountain of tasks he’s assigned to you.

“If you want my opinion, I think you just need to get laid,” Jessie scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

Heeding her advice, you donned on your battle armour that consisted of a dark-red dress with a plunging neckline. You’ve been blessed that night with an array of beautiful men who vied for your attention, but even after deciding to go home with the mysterious soft-spoken one whose arm was covered in tattoos, you couldn’t go through with it.

It’s not that he was bad in bed either. The raven-haired boy had kissed you like there was no tomorrow, sending your nerves aflame as you reciprocated his passion. But, as you closed your eyes in pleasure when he laid you down on his bed, his visage was replaced by a certain blonde CEO. And the wonderful night that seemed so promising ended up with you apologizing profusely in embarrassment before speeding away from the mystery man’s apartment at 2am.

Rain has graced the earth more often lately, so by the time you reach your apartment in the outskirts of the city, you’re drenched, adding another tick of irritation to the already shitty night. After you finished towelling your hair dry, you decided that it’s time to sleep, and when you drifted into the abyssal darkness, you hoped that your dreams weren’t plagued by a familiar swoop of blonde hair.

---

The room spins as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. There’s a hand on your shoulder that shakes you gently, but try as you might, the pounding in your head makes it impossible for you to keep your eyes open long enough to distinguish its owner.

“Breathe,” says a familiar voice. “It’ll go away if you just breathe.”

You do as the voice suggests, inhaling deeply while screwing your eyes shut, in hopes that it will drown out the ringing in your ears. Something soft glides across your eyelids and like magic, silence returns, a trusty companion.

Gingerly, you open an eye before wincing at the harsh fluorescent light. You blink a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the brightness before finding yourself in the file room of your office, with steel shelves stacked with various kinds of blue binders, each containing reports of the company’s financial burdens and achievements through the years.

And in front of you, tie askew and flushed in the face, is your boss; the one and only Park Jimin.

He has you pressed up against a file cabinet, caging your body between two strong arms, white sleeves rolled to the elbows. You notice the hint of ink on the corner of your eye – a 13 on his wrist. You open your mouth to ask him about its significance, only to close it back up when his face looms closer.

Before your brain has a chance to register what’s happening, Park Jimin kisses you.

He kisses you with urgency, but not with haste – undoing you with every sweep of his plush lips against yours.

Though it takes you a moment, you pull him closer by his tie, earning you the familiar quiet chuckle that speeds your heart rate, and you too, kiss him back with fervour. Even when the inches between your bodies fall to zero, you want him to be closer still. And when he parts, you feel the ache of being torn apart. Your hands fall to his chest, the desire to rip the buttons off his white dress-shirt grows stronger with every second that passes as you study the swell of his lips, wet with saliva, glinting in the light.

“Do it.”

It takes you a second to register his words, but when your brain deciphers his meaning, your hands tighten their grip, wrinkling the white cotton fabric. With a heavy inhale, you yank. The buttons don’t fly off and clatter to the ground like in movies, but your strength did cause a few to strain against their threads. You run your hands down the expanse of Jimin’s chest as he shivers under your touch. You look up to see a marvel stand before you; one where his eyes are closed, and pretty mouth slightly parted to accommodate his staccato breathing.

“Kiss me.” Your words seem to be carried away with the hum of air conditioning, but before you have a chance to repeat yourself, Jimin slams into you, tangling his hand in your hair to tighten the hold he has on your head.

The cabinet clatters as he pairs the kisses with a buck of his hips, dragging his clothed erection up to your core; and you moan, your voice foreign in your own ears. You beg him for more as his nose trails the column of your throat, your own impatient hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt.

“Patience, my dear,” Jimin chides playfully. He puts a stop to your unsuccessful efforts by claiming your hands, kissing the knuckles with a smirk. You’re left stricken when his eyes meet yours, hypnotized by the ruby irises that stare deep into your soul.

“Your eyes… Were they… always that colour?” you mumble with a tongue that weighs like lead, but the fog descends on your mind again, rendering you incapable of speech.

“Ah!” you screech. The sudden high-pitch ring returns to block your senses and you cover your ears tightly to try and shake it off. From the din, you hear Jimin call your name desperately, but the pain is too great, and soon, you’re unable to see as a bright light consumes your vision—

Until you sense the same gentle swipe against your closed lids and the searing pain disappears, as though you imagined it all. When you open your eyes again, Jimin’s frowning. You try to remember the last few moments before the pain, only to draw a blank. Have you done something to upset him?

“Are you okay?” There’s a thin sheen of sweat above his brows and you reach out to wipe it away with your sleeve.

“I am,” he whispers despite the obviously pained smile. “But what were you saying?”

“Hm? I only asked if you were okay, sir,” you say hesitantly. Jimin’s acting strangely, ruby irises scouring your face desperately for an answer, but you’re not sure you know the questions to the test he’s given you.

“You were about to say something about my eyes,” he says slowly, evenly, like he’s explaining something to a child.

Your brows furrow. “I was?”

Jimin nods.

“I… don’t remember,” you admit with a shake of your head. Blinking at him now, you wonder why you would make such a comment – if you did. There isn’t anything wrong with his eyes. They’re the usual ruby red, flashing brightly against the light… right?

Yet, you can’t shed the nagging tug, the insistent voice in your brain that’s telling you that something’s wrong, but just as the low throb begins again, Jimin smiles sweetly, like he always does, and you feel at ease. A gentle brush of his knuckles against your cheek silences the part of your brain that’s trying to rationalize everything.

And when his lips return to glide against yours, you don’t remember what it was you were worried about.

“Oh—” You gasp into the kiss as his hand trails shapes on the skin of your thighs. Jimin takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper, swiping his tongue over your own. While you tangle your fingers in his hair, he hikes up your skirt and cups his hand over your pussy before he grinds your clit with the heel of his palm.

“Jimin—” Your fingers dig into his neck as you roll your hips into his hand. All of it is too little and too much, you’re unravelling too quickly – burning like a comet as you hurtle into his atmosphere.

Yet Jimin doesn’t stop, refuses to comply though you sob for his fingers; his cock; anything – to satiate the unbearable need to be filled. You claw at his arms, unable to fret over the long red lines you draw across the expanse of his skin. And just when you think you can no longer hang on, Jimin stops, a regretful smile on his face.

“What a shame. That’s all the time we have for now.”

---

“Holy shit!”

You’re up immediately, Jimin’s words still ringing in your ear. You swear you could still feel his hot breath against your skin, as though he was here the night before, but the absence of a warm body next to you signifies that last night was all but a dream.

Yet… it was so much more real than the ones prior.

Usually, you’d wake up recalling just the barest of details: Jimin’s lips curling into a smile or the way he’d coo your name as he draws patterns on your skin. But this time… you remembered everything; your mind highlighting every mole on his perfect porcelain face.

You wanted nothing more than to soothe the ache from between your legs but glancing at the wall clock on the opposite end of your bed suggests that you won’t have time to bring out Mr. Rabbit to play, considering that you have about 15 minutes to get ready before you miss the bus. With a regretful sigh, you left the warm comfort of your bed to brave the day.

---

“Good morning!”

Despite the enthusiastic chatter you’re engaging with your co-workers, you feel anything but. You’re still reeling from the dream, unable to stop recalling the way Jimin’s cool fingers brush against your blazing skin. You leave the pantry with a steaming cup of coffee and a heaving sigh before settling down to work.

Your calendar is full of reds and greens, indicating meetings that Jimin must attend and the ones you must attend with him respectively. A secretary to the CEO is a task that would normally require two people, but ever since your partner left, you’ve been left to work the pace of two people. Though Jimin has suggested that you hire a second person, you have refused, claiming that you’re saving the company resources since you’re capable of doing the tasks just fine on your own. Being so close to Jimin fills you with pride, especially knowing how much he relies on you to keep things running smoothly.

Fortunately, it also comes with you receiving a significant raise, much more than what you’d originally entered with. You have no doubt Jimin is to thank for that, having convinced the Chairman in a meeting to renegotiate the contract. Speaking of your boss, the time on the lower right corner of your screen indicates that he’s late – something that has never happened before in your five years of working together.

Just as your thumb hovers over the green call button, Jimin enters with a brilliant smile, greeting everyone and asking about their weekend. You’re almost annoyed at the way he nonchalantly enters through the door, acting like it doesn’t matter that he’s a few minutes late just because he’s the boss, but mostly because it isn’t fair that he’s doing just fine when you’re left stunned in your shoes; the memories of the dream lingering in the forefront of your mind when your gaze drops to his hands.

You snap to attention as he approaches, slipping on a mask of professionalism as you greet him. “Good morning, Mr. Park. You have a nine o’clock this morning and another one at eleven. Should I bring you the coffee now or in a little bit?”

As Jimin enters his office, he gives you a noncommittal hum, so you follow him inside and close the door behind you, sensing that there’s something in his mind.

“That skirt looks good on you,” he praises with a smile before settling in his desk.

You’re left momentarily speechless, surprised at the sudden compliment. You nod your head in thanks, one Jimin returns with another quirk of his lips. As you stand there in silence as he pulls up his laptop, you allow yourself to admire Jimin in the morning light.

You’d be remiss to say that he isn’t handsome. Everyone in the office, including yourself, may have pined for the young CEO’s attention once or twice since his arrival a few years ago, but you don’t delude yourself into thinking that the harmless banter between you was anything more than friendship. However, it’s moments like these, where he’d catch you off guard with his compliments, that has your heart thumping a little bit faster in response to his honeyed words.

He says your name with a chuckle. “Have I lost you already?” he smiles. You clear your throat and shake your head, stumbling out apologies for daydreaming at work, but Jimin only smiles wider, drumming his fingers on the oak table below.

“Please tell me if you’re not feeling well. Don’t make me worry,” he nags lightly.

You force a bright smile to hide your embarrassment. “I’m feeling just fine, Mr. Park. Better than ever,” you reassure him. “Sorry for spacing out, what were you saying?”

You catch the slight frown on his pouty lips and the strange shadow that flickers in his eyes, the obsidian melting into soft earth under the sun—

Wait a minute.

“Were your eyes always brown?” you blurt out, tilting your head to the side.

Jimin blinks in surprise, lips parted as he inhales sharply at your question. “I’m… sorry?” he mutters incredulously.

Silence.

There’s a creeping feeling of déjà vu as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from his. Something is amiss in this image in front of you, but you haven’t figured it out just yet.

Then, a chuckle, though it sounds strained and airy as Jimin breaks through your thoughts. “Of course, my eyes are brown. What other colours could they possibly be?”

An unpleasant fog descends on your mind, and you close your eyes momentarily to see if it’ll go away. When it doesn’t, your heart increases its speed instead, you offer him a pinched smile before turning to leave. You’re more tired than usual it seems, standing is starting to become impossible. You hope that a few hours of sitting at your desk would make you feel better.

“Right. Of course. My apologies, sir. Well, if you’ll excuse me…”

Just as you turn around to grab the handle of the door, your vision turns hazy, the images blurring together like remnants from your dreams. You try to blink through the fog, but the more you attempt to push through, the heavier your lids fall. Whatever Jimin is muttering is muffled in your ears, the language sounding foreign like he’s communicating underwater. When you turn around and see him stand, approaching your helpless swaying figure, he’s nothing more than a dark silhouette.

Before you descend into darkness, you think you saw a pair of ruby eyes and a voice, so full of regret, whispers in your ear.

“Sleep now, you’ll feel better when you wake up. I promise.”

---

When you finally blink awake, there’s a black jacket covering your body. It takes you a few seconds to register that you’re lying on a semi-familiar sectional, and you scramble to stand when you recognize the numerous awards decorating the wall in front of you.

The sun casts hues of oranges and yellow from the large window into Jimin’s office and you watch in horror as the door opens to reveal your boss walking inside with a mug in hand.

“Mr. Park! I…” You don’t have an excuse ready for what happened: how you dozed off on his couch for an entire workday.

Jimin holds up a hand to stop your floundering speech. Instead of fury, worry exists in the lines of his brows as he approaches your seated figure. “You should have told me that you weren’t feeling well,” he murmurs gently as he hands you the mug of steaming hot tea. “I’m sorry. I really should have hired a new partner for you when Soyoung quit.”

“N-No. Not at all. I’m sorry for making you worry.”

To your pleasant surprise, he smiles. “No, please. Don’t apologize. As your manager, I’m taking responsibility for going against the company policy. Your job is meant for two people, and though you’ve done a stellar job so far, this only proves that we need to hire someone else.”

Jimin wouldn’t dig at your work ethic like that, you know it better than anyone that it wasn’t what he meant, but you still feel like you disappointed him. You let your heart sink for a few minutes before picking it back up, a new fire of ambition surging behind your eyes. “Mr. Park, if I may be so bold, today is an anomaly. You’ve said yourself that I’ve done a stellar job, so please…”

“Why are you so intent on doing this by yourself?”

Okay, so maybe the teensy crush you’ve developed for him hasn’t fully gone away. You can’t answer his question without revealing your secret, so you merely repeat ‘Please’ with your head bowed.

Silence stifles the air around you as Jimin thinks. “All right, fine,” he says with a reluctant sigh, though his lips quirk into a smile at your insistence. “But please tell me if you start feeling unwell again. Seriously, it’s better you stay home than coming to work sick.”

“Thank you,” you beam gratefully at him before taking a sip at your tea. It tastes pleasant, despite you not being able to pinpoint the flavour. Chamomile maybe? As you finish the last sip, you stand and make your way outside, intent on staying late to catch up on all the work you’ve missed today.

You relay as much to Jimin, but he stops you as you open the door to his office. “Would you do me a favour and grab these files from the file room?” he asks as he hands you a sticky note filled with corresponding dates and numbers. “Now would be preferable, but I’m not leaving any time soon. Oh, and be careful. I think a few of them are placed on the higher shelves.”

His warning falls on deaf ears as you scrutinize the numbers on the note. Strange. Why was he looking for records all the way back to when the company was founded? Figuring that it isn’t your problem, you promise that you’ll bring him the documents in a bit…

Which turns out to be the biggest promise you regret making thus far.

“Ow…” you whimper.

Your ankle stings where you had landed on it, having failed to grab the last file you need, which just so happens to also be placed at the highest shelf. The step ladder you used to reach it wasn’t tall enough, and despite standing on your tiptoes, your fingers barely graze the bottom of the folder. Your fate was sealed when your distracted brain started thinking about the dream you had the night before.

When you attempt to stand to clean the mess you’ve made, gravity pulls you back down when your injured leg is unable to support your weight. Now, you’re sitting on the ground littered with papers, unable to call anyone for help with the shitty cell service in the file room.

Tears well up in your eyes when you think of your sorry state. Would Jimin fire you for your incompetence? Probably not, but it’s been an embarrassing day so far, especially since you spent most of it dozing off on his office couch that’s usually reserved for his guests. You wonder how he fared with all his meetings that you couldn’t attend with him – what sorts of excuses had he come up with when they asked where you were?

“God, I’m pathetic.”

Just as you’re wallowing in your self-pity, the door to the file room opens and you spy Jimin’s blonde hair between the empty shelves.

“Over here,” you answer pitifully when he calls your name.

You can almost see the comically large, pulsing angry symbol as he frowns at your slumped figure.

“I told you to be careful!” he grumbles as he surveys your foot. You cry out when his fingers graze at the ankle, the tears you’ve been holding onto slipping away down your cheeks. Jimin’s eyes soften at your whimpers, and with a gentleness you didn’t know he possesses at the moment; he wipes away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry. It’s not broken,” he whispers reassuringly. “It’s a little swollen, but I promise you’re going to be better in the morning. Can you stand?”

You shake your head, hiccupping a ‘No’.

“Okay, put your arms around my neck. Yep. Just like that. Now, hold on,” he instructs before lifting you up.

“W-Wait,” you protest as he carries you in the direction of his office. “Aren’t I heavy?”

You could feel the rumbling of his laughter with your cheek pressed against his chest. He chuckles as though you couldn’t have asked a sillier question. “Of course not. You weigh nothing more than a couple of grapes.”

You pray gratefully to whatever deity can hear you because when he turns around the corner, the office is otherwise empty, save for the janitor that has his back turned. Your cheeks are so heated that you plant your face further into his chest, refusing to look at your surroundings. You stopped wondering if Jimin could hear the manic pounding of your heart when you hear his, and you carry that secret with you until you hear the door click shut.

---

Jimin rests you gently on his desk before retrieving a first aid kid from your desk outside of his office. He’s gentle as he examines your foot, taking care not to move it around too much and risk injuring it further.

“Okay, you’re definitely good, but make sure to ice it when you get home, okay? And please call into work if you can’t move tomorrow. I have faith that you absolutely can do your job from home,” he smiles confidently.

True to his word, the sharp pain has since ebbed into a dull throb as you twist your ankle around. Perhaps if you stayed in the file room longer, you wouldn’t have risked embarrassing yourself in front of Jimin, but you won’t lie – you enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms as he carried you into his office.

“Thank you,” you mumble, shifting forward to stand.

“Nuh-uh,” Jimin tuts, stopping you in your tracks with a gentle nudge on your shoulder. “That doesn’t mean you’re good to go anywhere, missy. You’re staying here until I finish my work so I can drive you home.”

“But…” you protest, only to have the words die in your throat when he shakes his head firmly. Relenting to his decision, you agree. “Only if I can buy dinner,” you persuade.

“Deal,” Jimin replies with a grin.

---

When the food arrives, you’re mostly done with catching up with your tasks, having worked through most of the evening in silence after Jimin retrieved your laptop from your desk. You didn’t realize you were starving until he returned with a giant white plastic bag’s worth of food. You weren’t sure what he’d like, so you got one of everything, allowing yourself to splurge a little bit after he took care of you that afternoon. Hell, the entire day.

“God, I’m starving,” you comment, closing your laptop to place it on the coffee table in front of you.

Your stomach grumbles louder with each plastic container Jimin opens, the smell of spices mingling deliciously in the air.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he grins, tapping on the plastic plate that was provided in your massive order. “Do you want me to bring the food over to you or can you stand?”

You test your ankle a few times by standing slowly, making sure to put most of your weight on the other leg. Finding your balance is a little tricky, but you’re happy to report that you’re able to at least hobble over to his desk without any chance of falling.

“Careful…” he mumbles as he watches you, arms outstretched as if he’s ready to catch you should you slip and fall. You have no doubt that Jimin would be able to do it too.

“See, I’m fine?” you grin with a roll of your eyes, scooping out some rice and every other side dish that catches your eye.

Jimin joins you on the couch, a hand holding his large stack of food while the other hovers over your elbow despite your protests. As you settled in and began eating, it’s only then that you realized how, dare you say, intimate this was. Of course, you’ve had plenty of company related outings where you end up in a restaurant with just Jimin, but that’s mostly during the day. And here, in his office so late in the evening, the surroundings are akin to a candle-lit dinner, especially since he decided to turn all the lights off aside from his sole table lamp, casting dancing shadows on his face that make your insides flop around while you attempt to focus on your plate instead of his gorgeous face.

When the rest of your dinner has been put away, you’re now left with a limbo in your schedule. On one hand, it’s approaching 9pm, and you still have work tomorrow, so you really should get going, but watching Jimin settle back into his chair, round glasses perched on his nose as he returned to his tasks, you’re reluctant to part from him.

“Do you normally work this late, sir?”

You weren’t paying attention when he had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, but right now, with the sliver of skin on his chest exposed, he doesn’t look like the CEO you’ve worked under for several years now. In fact, you’re reminded just then that you’re about the same age, still relatively young and fresh-faced, and surely the hours he put in outside of work is the reason why he’s able to attain this prestigious title today. Jimin doesn’t reply to your question right away, mumbling a ‘one moment’ under his breath as he types.

“I don’t normally stay this late,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “But a certain secretary of mine decided to play Sleeping Beauty on me today, so I have a bit more work that needs to be done.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but you’re cut off by his boyish grin. “I’m just kidding,” he teases with a wink.

“Well, umm, I should probably clean up the files since I’m mostly done with what I have to do for tomorrow,” you mutter sheepishly.

“Sure, don’t get hurt this time, all right?”

“That’s cold, sir,” you pout at his teasing grin. “My ankle is still a bit numb from the pain.”

You leave Jimin’s office accompanied by the sound of his sweet laughter, and when the door closes shut behind you, you can’t help but lean against it for a moment, smiling to yourself.

---

You spend way too long picking up the scattered papers from the floor due to your earlier injury. By the time you are done, Jimin appears, peeking his head in to ask how you’re doing. You gesture at the stacks of folders on the nearby table in triumph, proud that you were able to complete such a task.

“Colour me impressed.” Jimin examines the stack of folders in admiration, praising you for a job well done.

“Thank you, but this was the least I could do after making such a mess.”

He hums as he surveys the stack, flipping through the first few pages before placing them back down. “I’ll help you carry these upstairs. I wouldn’t want to be sued for negligence,” he chuckles as he picks up a stack.

Ever considerate, Jimin left you a stack to carry by yourself, so you don’t feel useless. You can only grin as you follow him into the elevators (and you may have stolen a few more glances than usual while you were waiting).

“Ah, look how late it’s gotten,” Jimin comments when the two of you reach his office. The old grandfather clock he keeps in there rings eleven times, but despite the lateness of the evening, you’ve yet to feel tired.

After placing your stack of folders onto his desk, you approach the clock out of curiosity. It stands out of place in the modern-looking office, the ornate swirls on the wood a great contrast to most of the sleek black furniture. It’s the first thing you notice when you first meet Jimin in the office all those years ago. You never had a chance to ask him what it’s about despite being so close… and you realize that tonight was a rare occasion for you to satiate that curiosity of yours.

Your fingers trace the swan etched on the side of the clock, admiring the way it comes alive in the wood, wings spread out as though it’s about to take flight in front of you. “What’s the story about this clock? It looks older than I am.”

Jimin looks up from where he sits, gazing warmly at your profile while you play with a relic from his past. “Oh, him?” he smiles fondly, leaning back on his chair. “He’s been with me for over 200 years or so? I’m surprised he still works, to be honest.”

You can only gape in surprise. “You mean this clock has been in your family for over 200 years?”

A shadow passes over Jimin’s face. “…Not quite,” he mutters, though he’s not sure you heard him. “Anyway, he’s given to me by a friend. It’s the only furniture I carry with me from my house every time I get a grand office to myself,” he gestures at the room, splaying his arms wide.

Your fondness for him grows as he talks wistfully about the clock like it's alive. It suits him, you think, how he treats everyone with such kindness, you’re not surprised that it extends to objects as well. Turning back to face the clock, you sigh, knowing that it probably is time for you to leave if you don’t want to risk being late tomorrow morning.

“Well, if there’s nothing else, sir, I think I’ll get going now.”

Jimin looks at the clock and nods, and to your surprise, he stands up from his desk, placing his glasses on top of his keyboard before offering an arm towards you. “All right, I’ll walk you to your car. It’s awfully late and I don’t want anything to happen to my favourite secretary.”

The compliment makes you laugh, butterflies threatening to burst from your stomach. “I believe I’m your only secretary, sir.”

“Ah, I meant what I said,” he winks.

Just as you’re crossing the threshold of his office, your heels catch on the edge of his rug, sending you tumbling forward with a yelp. You expect your flailing arms to catch yourself when you hit the floor, but the impact never comes because Jimin’s suddenly right there, strong arms holding your waist as his eyes expand in shock.

“Are you all right!?” he half-shouts. “You really should be more careful!”

You can barely listen to his nagging because your hands are pressed on his sculpted chest, a sliver of skin peeking through from where he undid the first two buttons of his dress shirt. Your breath hitches in your throat as you graze the heated skin with your fingertips, and you hear Jimin inhale sharply – whatever words he was uttering caught in his throat as he zeroes in on your hands.

He whispers your name oh-so quietly, caressing every syllable with his tongue, and you slowly bring your eyes to his face. Jimin traps you in his hypnotizing gaze, never letting you break away, not even when your heart pounds so loudly against your ribcage, you’re sure it’s about to breakthrough; not even when your breaths turn into shallow staccatos, your head beginning to swim from the lack of oxygen. You can sense the strong emotion that rests behind those knowing eyes, and as you continue to stare, you wonder if it matches the one you hold in yours.

“Why do you look at me like that?” you murmur.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me?” You didn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but your voice catches in your throat when Jimin leans in, his eyes drooping close.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispers, lips ghosting over yours, faces merely inches apart.

“Yes.”

The breathless affirmation barely left you when Jimin attaches his lips to yours, kissing you with the same urgency that you’ve felt in your dreams, only this time it’s real. One of his hands travel from your waist to cup the side of your face, his thumb swiping against your cheek. He catches the bottom of your lip with his teeth, tugging it lightly to make you moan against his hold.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he rasps into your skin as he undoes your blouse. “To touch you; to kiss you this way… You’ll be the death of me.” Every word is punctuated with a searing kiss, his lips setting your skin ablaze when he passes by your neck, your jaw, your collarbone.

“Ah—Jimin,” you gasp, tugging the ends of his blonde locks as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Jimin lifts you up with little effort, his mouth never leaving your neck until he sets you down gently on his desk; his things thrown haphazardly on the floor below with a sweep of his arm.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles at your half-naked state. His thumb swipes over a pebbled nipple, causing you to arch your back with a whimper. He lets his nail scratch gently along the sides of your breasts, almost absentmindedly, while he watches your reactions with amusement. “Would you let me see all of you?”

All you can muster is a breathy ‘Please’.

You help him remove the remainders of your clothing to join the mess on the floor, your body shivering as you lay naked on his desk. Jimin hums as he traces your curves with the palm of his hand, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. “Let me take care of you first, yeah?”

With wide eyes, you watch him sink to the floor while his strong hands push your legs apart to reveal your glistening slit. Jimin breathes in deeply as he kisses along your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of reminders before he dives in.

“Jimin…” you whimper as he drags the flat of his tongue along your folds.

Jimin notices the way your spine locks in place when he repeats the action. “Relax for me, sweetheart. I got you.” A hand reaches out from below to intertwine with yours and he gives you a firm squeeze before resuming his task.

He starts out slow – dragging the flat of his tongue across your folds while his remaining hand circles around your entrance. You’re left shaking where you lay, unable to connect your thoughts together to stammer out a coherent sentence. All that’s left in your brain is his name, increasingly becoming permanent with every second that goes by.

When he feels your body relax underneath him, Jimin prods your entrance with his tongue, sinking in and out of your hole as you pulse around him before he replaces it with a finger, and then two. You hiss at the slight burn, squeezing the hand you’re holding into a tight grip.

“Relax,” he reminds you gently, swiping his thumb across your pale knuckles. “Focus on nothing else but me.”

“More…” you mewl, shivering under his grip. “Praise me more.”

Jimin chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. Instead of a sassy remark, you receive the soothing lilt in his voice. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good girl. You’re doing so well; look at this cunt greedily sucking me in.”

You’re lavished in praise, though his voice shifts into a deep growl with every coax of his fingers inside you. And when his thumb swipes across your clit, the tight tether you held onto slowly unravels.

“Are you close, sweetheart? God, you’re really tight,” he hisses before replacing his thumb with his mouth. “You’re gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe, burning like a thousand suns under his attention. “I’m so close!”

“Let go for me. I’m right here,” Jimin reassures you in whispers before silencing himself with your taste.

“Jimin!”

You think you screamed, but you can’t be too sure, not when your body is pulled apart and pieced together as you come undone before him. You’ve never had an orgasm like this – a great abyss threatening to pull you under as the waves slams against your wavering figure repeatedly. Through it all, Jimin drinks your essence, his sleeves soaked through as he continues to thrust into your walls.

“I can’t—not anymore,” you protest weakly.

“You can and you will. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Your feeble attempts to push his head away stop at his emphasis. “That’s it,” Jimin praises as your hand returns to your side before planting a series of kisses along your folds, “Just relax one more time for me, okay?”

Jimin is by no means gentle this time around, slipping a third finger inside before increasing his pace. His once sweet words morph into growls laced with passion, washing your body aflame with desire. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This tiny cunt can barely fit my fingers, I’m not certain you’ll be able to fit all of me inside,” he grunts. “Do you think you can handle the stretch?”

You can barely keep your eyes open through his taunts, your mind spiralling out of control as you focus on the pleasure derived from his fingers. The answer you give him is intelligible, a choked whine of his name in place of agreement.

“Oh?” Jimin lifts an eyebrow at your state. “Too fucked out to talk already? I’ve barely started,” he chuckles. “What’s wrong, baby?” In his dangerously low voice, the otherwise cute pet name sounds demeaning. “Are my fingers too much for you?”

He tuts in disapproval when a beat lapses without a coherent response. Then, like sweet torture, his pace switches into a snail’s crawl. “I don’t know if you can take me in if you’re this out of it with just my fingers. Squeeze my hand once if you want to continue. Twice if you want to stop.”

“No!” The protest you utter is whiny and grating to your ears, and your attempt to sit up fails when your body refuses to peel itself away from his desk. “Don’t stop, please? So close.” That was… barely a sentence, but you beg silently that it does the job. Remembering his request, you squeeze the hand you’re holding once to reassure him.

Jimin smiles at your resilience. “Okay, but we’ll go slow this time. Ah, ah,” he tuts when you begin to whine. “Slow or not at all. Your choice.”

You grit your teeth at the illusion of choice, but the pace he’s set doesn’t seem so bad at all. With a great sigh, you relent to his wishes. “Slow,” you whisper. “We can go slow. I promise I’ll be good, sir.”

“Sir?” he muses with a raised brow. “Hmm… Well, I do like the sound of that. And what about you? Do you like ‘sweetheart’,” he plants a kiss on your thigh. You shiver. “…’baby’,” another kiss, this time higher, “…’pet’?” Jimin replaces his fingers with his mouth as he makes out with your cunt, his tongue slipping in and out of your pulsing hole. Face soaked with your arousal; he returns his fingers in their rightful place, eyes glinting with mischief as he fucks you slowly. “Or maybe, you prefer something harsher… how about ‘slut’?” Jimin attaches his mouth on your clit, grazing the nub ever-so-gently with his teeth.

Your gasp slips into a moan at the spine-chilling sensation, your eyes rolling back. “Love it—ah! Call me whatever you w-want.”

“My good, pretty slut. So turned on she’s making a mess all over my desk. I’m sure the smell will linger for days,” he chuckles into your skin. “Oh, look at you, clenching hard around my fingers. You like the thought of me walking inside my office tomorrow and thinking of you, huh? I’ve always known you were territorial. Isn’t that why you won’t let me hire a partner for you? Staking your claim as the only person that always has access to me?” At your subtle nod, his smile widens into a mischievous grin. “Looks like I was wrong about you being good. You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?”

Jimin couldn’t help the taunts coming out from his mouth, the true nature of his being – the need to corrupt – showing itself through the cracks in the control he wields. And you… so responsive, beyond anything he’s ever imagined. Your body is so sensitive that it doesn’t require him to use his powers at all. Maybe the dreams he’s been poisoning you with have taken affect. The thought saddens him somehow. Could this not have happened without the use of his powers after all? Was he nothing without them?

Caught in his thoughts, Jimin doesn’t realize the stutter in his movements. He’s about to apologize when you interrupt him, as you assume that it’s your fault for not responding to his questions. “Sir, please! I swear I’m a good girl. Please don’t stop… I’m so close.”

His spirits lift at the sight of you mewling before him, your body jumping with every crook of his fingers inside. No, he thinks, it’s time for him to focus on you and nothing else, resonating with his earlier advice. He releases a little bit of his power, letting it mingle with the air to heighten your senses. “If you’re so good, cum for me then,” he breathes, drowning you in praise and kisses along your heated skin. “One more time. Let me hear you call my name one more time.”

“Jimin—” you obey, breathless and shaking. “Jimin.”

His name is a prayer etched upon your lips and with every inhale, Jimin’s unaware of the mark he’s left, not just riddled along your skin, but at the very core of your heart. This time, when you come undone, it’s with a blazing inferno, your body calling out to your release and a strong desire for him to be yours.

“That’s it. Let go.”

So, you do. With your heart trapped in your throat, pounding along to the tune of his fingers; with your nails scratching the back of his hand that you’ve held through the entire duration; and with all your adoration, pouring out from every crevice you didn’t know existed in your body.

This time, when you beg him to stop, Jimin listens. He stands to claim your lips sweetly, engulfing them with his, a slow kindling in comparison to before. Your eyes can barely open, but when you manage to peek, you see the knot of concentration resting on his brows. The smile finds its way into the kiss, one that Jimin reciprocates. It doesn’t matter that you can taste your saltiness on his tongue, because all that exists now is Jimin.

Jimin, your attentive boss, who’s always had his team’s best interest in mind.

Jimin, the harmless flirt, who reminds you every day that you’re beautiful when he catches you staring at your reflection in the mirror with a cocky grin.

Jimin, colleague, friend, and hopefully lover.

You intertwine your arms around his neck to pull him deeper, closer, until there’s not an inch of air between your bodies. What you’re doing hardly constitutes as kissing – lips gliding across each other. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, making them heavier than before. When you part, there’s beautiful silence, a serenity created from unspoken words, though there’s a quiet certainty that both parties feel the same way despite their unshared feelings.

“Jimin, I…” you begin to whisper, the confession sitting idly on your tongue. Your lids are heavy, refusing to open despite your desire to see his face. “That was incredible.”

Jimin nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in, sweat and all. “Satisfied?”

You chuckle breathlessly, a shaky hand absentmindedly playing with his hand. “I don’t know if I can stand, injury aside. I’m pretty sure my legs are wobbly.”

“I can always carry you to your car,” he hums. “Better yet, let me take you home.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Jimin helps you up with a firm hand on your back before handing you the clothes he threw earlier on the floor. When your hands are too shaky to loop the buttons of your blouse, he chuckles and takes over, so you take the time to admire his beauty – at the now-messy blonde hair that frames the sides of his face, a complete disarray compared to his normal slicked-back look; at his cheeks, dotted crimson from exertion; and all the way to the satisfied smirk resting on that perfect pout. Oh, you can kiss him all day.

Naturally, your gaze gravitates to his eyes, and you smile when you notice his expanded pupils, how they almost engulf the crimson of his irises that they’re almost black.

…Crimson?

Your hand wraps around his wrist to stop his current task while your eyes search his face for an explanation.

At the death grip circling around his wrists, he stares into your wide eyes with confusion. “Is there something on my face?”

“Red,” is all you say, a whisper of disbelief, but it’s enough for Jimin to connect the dots.

There’s a crack in his carefully constructed façade.

“Shit!” He rips his hands away to turn around and shield his eyes from yours. Jimin has used his power the entire day, and now he’s left spent, an empty battery, unable to erase your memory and change his appearance. He tries to think of an excuse – something to put you at ease for now, but nothing would make sense, and his panicking brain has left the building in lieu of aiding him.

Red. Just like your dreams. The feeling of déjà vu, the heavy fog that puts you to sleep… was it all his doing? Your face pales into horror as you look for an answer in his quaking shoulders. It couldn’t be… right?

“Are you the reason for my dreams?” You had to make sure. He can’t be the reason for it… right? When he doesn’t respond, you leave the desk and approach his figure. “Jimin?”

Just before your hand touches his back, Jimin moves away. “Stay back,” he murmurs in warning. “I… I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

You retract your hand away, but you’re firm in your stance, refusing to move until you have an explanation. “Tell me. Just who are you?”

Jimin struggles with his options. Erasing your memory is the safest bet, but it’s a power he has yet to master. The fickle nature of the magic would mean that he’d risk losing this entire night with you. Going back to your relationship before would be agony. There was no way he’d be able to be the same boss, you’d spy the longing on his face a mile away. No, erasing your memory was not an option… so, what does that leave him?

“The truth.” You voice his thoughts so easily. “I want to know the truth.”

This entire day was all wrong. You weren’t supposed to find out so soon. He figured he could hide his true nature a little longer, but now any hopes of a relationship with you have been thrown out the window… all because he couldn’t maintain his control over his powers. Stupid. So, stupid. He’d have to relocate, so he doesn’t have to see your face.

The soft call of his name breaks him from his thoughts, like a hand reaching out into the darkness. In his agony, he accepts your help, which means turning around to face you.

To face the truth.

A gasp leaves your lips. And then he begins.

“I’m not human, though I don’t doubt you’ve probably figured it out.” Jimin offers a rueful smile that you don’t reciprocate. You clamp your lips to avoid interrupting, letting him explain from the very beginning.

Your mind whirls with information about supposed mythical beings of old. When you ask how long he’s walked the earth, he winces. “Too long,” Jimin mumbles, but doesn’t delve further into the matter. You don’t broach the subject either. Jimin explains that he’s an incubus, who feasts on dreams to regain energy, but he swears he only takes a little at a time and that it hasn’t affected any of his previous targets.

You skirt over the fact that there’s been others before you. It makes sense, but the ugly green monster that rears its head is less rational than you are.

“So, your previous… targets,” your lips curl in disgust at the word, “don’t remember their dreams… Why do I remember mine?”

Jimin shrugs and stays silent, though you have a feeling it’s not from lack of knowledge.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper with regret.

Though he isn’t surprised by your decision, his heart breaks all the same. He hangs his head in shame, letting the curtain of his hair shield you from his tears. Of course, you’d feel cheated; manipulated. Any rational human would assume so – that their emotions are completely fabricated because of his powers, even he couldn’t be deluded enough to believe the possibility of your feelings to be genuine. Yet, your next words bring a flutter of hope in his heart.

“10… 15 years will go by like a blink of an eye and everyone will begin to wonder why you haven’t changed.” You shake your head, not in disbelief, but to rid the thoughts of a domestic life ahead with him as you begin to lay the foundation of a wall around your heart. “And if we have kids…” That’s a delusion too far in the future, but you’d be lying to say you hadn’t thought of it. You shake your head once. Firmly. Discarding all hopes of a future with Jimin.

When you lift your head to apologize for a final time, you’re surprised to find him amused instead of grief-stricken.

“What?”

Jimin can hardly contain his excitement. “So… your only problem is time-related? That I won’t grow old with you?”

Was he insinuating that your concerns are stupid? “Okay, Mr. Demon,” you scowl. “What other problems should I be worried about?”

He chuckles quietly before reaching out, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek. Your body turns rigid, and you’re hardly breathing. With a wicked grin, he whispers, “How about the fact that I have the ability to compel you to serve me? Haven’t you considered that I, a demon, may be dangerous?”

This time, it’s your turn to laugh. Through your heaving breaths, you manage to see the pout on his face, which only makes you laugh harder. “Jimin,” you chuckle, wiping your tears with the palm of your hand. “I have no doubt that you would have done it already if you wanted to. So, yes, I’m more worried about the time thing.”

“Does that mean…” he whispers, hopeful. “Does that mean you want to grow old with me?”

“Yes. I mean no! I mean—”

“Please,” he cuts you off. “The truth.”

It isn’t fair how he used your words against you, but you answer him anyway. “I don’t know if we should jump into talking about marriage so quickly,” you mumble, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I mean! We’re not even dating yet.”

“Then be my girlfriend.”

You must be hearing things. “What?”

Jimin takes a step towards you, his palm now fully resting against your cheek. “I mean it. If your only issue is time, I already have a solution. I gave up my immortality a year ago now,” he confesses. His crimson eyes hold the same intense yearning you’re too familiar with: of sleepless nights alone, and of unsatisfactory touches from strangers. “I would’ve explained everything to you if you hadn’t found out today, but, I guess this is sort of fate?”

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “In all my time on this earth, I’ve never met someone like you, and I don’t think I’ll meet another after you either. That’s why it must be you. Even an immortal being dies eventually, and I’d rather choose my way of ‘going’, so to speak.”

Jimin lets the words sink in, waiting patiently for your response. “You meant it all?” you parrot, stunned at the confession. “How long have you been… interested in me?” Was it too early to say ‘love’? Depending on his answer, you assume so.

“When you introduced yourself five years ago in this office,” he sighs wistfully, stealing a glance at his door like he’s relieving the memory. “All I’ve wanted to do was to touch you;” he leans in, face inching closer.

“To kiss you;” he whispers as his lips mould against yours.

“To hold you.” Jimin wraps you up in an embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. In your ears, he whispers, a final confession that eases all your worries. “I want to grow old with you.”

The sincerity in his voice brings you to tears, and you let them fall, soaking the white of his shirt grey.

“Hey, hey, are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Please don’t cry…” Jimin frets, lowering himself to hook his chin on your shoulder, so he could squeeze you tighter.

You nuzzle further into his chest with a teary chuckle. “N-No. Nothing’s wrong. Just happy.”

“Good,” he mumbles before planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “Although now that I think about it, I haven’t heard your response.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you forgotten already?” he chuckles. “I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

“More like demanded,” you snicker. “But yes, I’d love nothing more, but you’re going to have to prove yourself to me first.”

Jimin lights up at your response, the ruby in his eyes glowing bright despite the dim light. “Of course, anything you ask, I’ll do it. I’ll show you every day that my feelings are genuine.”

He then proceeds to hold up his pinkie towards you. “As long as you promise to stay with me?”

With a laugh, you join your pinkie with his, sealing the promise with a final kiss.

“I do.”

moon's notes: i didn't include sex in this because i'm kind of bored of writing it tbh? but i will have a drabble out sometime next week for this couple because i love them so so much! what do you think about the dulce somnii universe so far? do you like it? what theories do you have for the other members 👀

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— in flagrante delicto | pjm

⟢ pairing: lawyer!jimin x lawyer!reader

⟢ genre(s): nsfw. 18+. angst, smut, fluff. 

⟢ au(s): law firm au. coworkers to lovers. 

⟢ trigger warnings: yn is jealous, improper workplace etiquette, jimin is a little manwhore, mentions of an ongoing criminal case (homicides, mafia ties, undercover cops, verdict of a court case), yn is threatened (fear, stalking, weapon discharge at yn), jimin gets jealous 

⟢ smut warnings: explicit smut in the form of: jimin having a thick boi between his legs, jimin with an oc—not reader, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, caught having sex, cum shot, clit teasing, thigh grinding, crotch palming, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, begging, rough vanilla (not rough rough, but like a smidgen), creampie, pillow talk cuddles, fluffy post coitus re-entry 

⟢ summary: In flagrante delicto (adverb)  fla·​gran·​te de·​lic·​to | \ flə-ˌgrän-tē-di-ˈlik-(ˌ)tō — Latin for “in blazing offense.” Used in the courtroom to refer to someone who is caught while committing a crime, it’s commonly used as a euphemism for walking in on people having sex. Working for Kim Law LLC, you didn’t think your first big case would come with both definitions of flagrante delicto. Excited as you are for this chance, the catch is that you’re paired with Park Jimin, office hottie, flirt, and fuckboy. When the case takes a dangerous turn, will you be able to count on your partner in good faith? Or will things end in a hung jury?

⟢ word count: 12,485

⟢ author’s note: many many thanks to my dearest and loveliest beta reader: @peachiilovesot7​. Thank you so much for all of your amazingness. You truly understand my style of writing, and make sure to enhance what i’m trying to convey, you big-brained sexy namjoon, you. Thank you to my other beta readers who read this early on and gave me feedback that helped take this fic from 5k to 12.4k. Indigo @playmetheclassics​, I know that we tried so hard to get google docs to work (that was a whole mess in itself LOL) but thank you so much for your effort!! My @bangtanwritershq​ bishes: Natasha (@queentiti72), Sara (@heathfritiiiary), Luna (@myot7heart), Izza (@parkizabelle)—you guys are amazing. The reason that this story was able to rise to what it is now is because of your input, which motivated me to do better. I hope that everyone who helped me with this fic knows how amazing you are. @ressjeon​ thank you for hyping me up everytime, your excitement for lawyer jimin was everything. And now, please enjoy the fruits of our labor. I present to you, lawyer jimin.  

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The art of self-restraint.

Synopsis: Jimin had always been your good little boy, doing anything he can to please you, but when he walks in on you and your boyfriend together and notices the dominance he has over something inside of him is begging to switch things up.

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader x Jimin x Taehyung

Word count : 13k

Warnings : The boys mainly focus on the reader but they also do have slight sexual feelings for each other as well, dom!Tae, dom!Jk, Switch!Jimin (Mainly sub), Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Spit, breeding kink, Spanking, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, Oral (f), oral (m), Reader gets slightly manhandled, fluff if you squint, smut, 4some, teasing, masturbation.

AN: So I was gonna edit this more but I got to excited and just wanted to share cos I have a few more ideas I wanna work on.. Banner by @outromoni​

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“Fuck yes, please don’t stop.” 

Your words were spinning in his head, his thoughts consumed with your desperate begging and sweet, sweet cries for release. All he could think about was being the one who pulled those sounds from you. It’s not like you didn’t moan when he fucked you, but you never moaned like that, you had never allowed yourself to be that submissive with Jimin. 

It was last night that he accidentally walked in on you and Taehyung being intimate with one another. He and Jungkook had gone out for the night to meet some friends leaving the two of you at home. He should have expected the both of you to have taken the bed but for some reason he was so tired he expected to just be able to curl up on the mattress you all shared, Jungkook included, and get some sleep. He even walked in the door with his eyes closed he was that ready for his sleep. It was only when he heard his name come from your lips that he opened them once again. “Jimin, fuck baby, you’re finally home.” Your voice was so breathless as the stuttering words left your lips that he groaned on instinct. As his eyes opened he was greeted with a beautiful sight. You were completely bare, on your hands and knees while Taehyung was behind you making you scream. He immediately woke up. Taehyung was fucking into you so hard that you were crying out for him, your body doing its best to stay up as you stared at Jimin, breasts bouncing to the rhythm of Taehyung’s thrusts. Jimin watched Taehyung pulled your body up and pinned your back to his chest as he started playing with your tits. 

It was a few moments before anybody said anything else, other than your cries of “Daddy, yes, oh my, God, yes.” Jimin’s feet were stuck to the floor as he was lost for words, listening to the blissful sounds of you begging Taehyung for your release. He manhandled your body, pinching your nipples and biting the junction of your neck, teasing you. It was only when Taehyung raised his head that he paid any attention to his boyfriend standing there. Jimin’s eyes not leaving the both of you as Taehyung pulled your body even tighter to his chest. His hands started pushing through your hair, pulling your head back onto his shoulders as his spare one grabbed your hip and pulled it back so his thrusts were even harder and deeper, eliciting a constant babbling sound from you as your brain leaves your head and all you can focus on is the cock drilling up into you. “You good there Jimin? Enjoying watching your mommy getting fucked like this?” Taehyung would have been laughing if it wasn’t for the tight cunt that was currently wrapped around his cock.

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one time thing; 01 | pjm

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; What are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have a sex with her boyfriend?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: strong language, mature content

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 5k

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“What?!” you scream really loud while your best friend cringes at your loud voice. But you don’t care. Her words makes you so shock you can barely say something. Your heart is beating so fast not believing what she just said. No, you must’ve heard her wrong. She definitely didn’t say it and you just misunderstood her. That’s right. But when she repeates it you swear you stop breathing.

“I want you to sleep with my boyfriend.” She says like it was nothing. She made it sound like she’s asking you to water her plants or something.

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i’m over here crying. so damn bad. probably the longest angst fic i’ve read this year. ALL THE WAY.

Come home to me...Darling

Jimin x Female Reader

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Part 1 of 2 (Part 2)

Genre: Cheating!AU, angst, soft vanilla smut , fluff

Warnings: Sex, Infidelity, Cursing, Sad

Word Count: 22,677

Summary: Jimin cheats and you try to make him stay. But whatever you do, it’s never enough.

A/N: YAAASSSSS, I’m done. This was originally supposed to be a one shot,,,but :),,,my brain,,,and hands,,,:),,,never know when to stop. My planning consisted of ‘Oh I could add this here’ or ‘Oh I could type more to this part’ and here we are 20k words later. Also plz let me know what you think.🥺 I need gratification babes🥺 Anyway, enjoy!

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love me better | pjm (m)

thank you so much for this absolutely stunning banner, maggie @kth1​​​​​ <33

Summary: “And your kisses taste bitter now after all.”

Park Jimin still remembers you from a fervent night, not expecting in his wildest dreams that you’d join his team to solve the case of the most dangerous thieves in the country. But he soon realises that of all things, you might be the hardest riddle he’s ever had to crack.

⋙ pairing: Jimin x reader ⋙ rating:18+ ⋙ genre: strangers to lovers, bits of fwb, detective!au; angst, fluff, smut ⋙ warnings: quiet some angst (don’t say i didn’t warn you), secrets secrets!, past minor character death/drowning (only mentioned), guns, (talk about) fears/past trauma, thefts and detective stuff, injuries, car accident, crying, unhealthy coping mechanisms, betrayal, bottled up feelings, some pov changes, hyung line cameo !! explicit sexual content: multiple (3) sex scenes, dom!jimin, sub!reader, unprotected sex (be responsible y’all), teasing, flirting, heavy sexual tension, fingering, oral (f. & m. rec.), dirty talk, lots of mid-sex convos lol, petnames, breast play, soft & rough sex, some aftercare, … lmk if i forgot smth the fic is huge ⋙ word count: 36.7k (just like that…. sorry 😐) ⋙ a/n: GOSH IT’S FINALLY HERE. it took me 7. damn. months to finish this and !!! i so hope you guys like it 😭 thank you for beta’ing and for your patience, precious angels @missgeniality​​​​ and @jimilter​​​​, you fixed this mess and were there for me alllll this time 😭 and thank you also to @btsmosphere​​ for brainstorming with me when i found myself clueless 🤍  let me know what you all think. feedback is highly appreciated !!! <3 ⋙ uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!)

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this is SO well written omg???3?;&&2?8 why is this not getting at least 800 notes yet >:( this deserves more attention </3

nectar | pjm

Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.

✿ pairing: human!jimin x vampire!reader

✿ date & wc: May 2022 | 16k

✿ rating & genre: BTS | 18+ | roommates to lovers | supernatural au | (why do i keep writing college aus??) | smut | angst | fluff (maybe?)

✿ warnings: alcohol | biting (it’s a vampire fic, duh) | blood | blood play | choking | degradation kink | discrimination (humans vs. vampires) | fingering | hypnosis | lots of swearing | masturbation | pain kink | reader is kinda mean to jimin for most of the fic | scratching | slapping | unprotected sex | vampire venom gets jimin high

✿ notes: *tiktok sound* this shit rated porn !!!! pls pay attention to the warnings. i don’t wanna freak anyone out unexpectedly!! but anyway this was really fun to write. i looooooove supernatural aus and i wanted to make a member the human for once. so i hope you freaks enjoy! 🧛🏽🩸💦

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Ambrogio University had the bright idea to open its doors to humans. Having been a private university for vampires for five centuries, the controversial decision to end the admissions practice of denying humans was the university president’s final declaration before retiring. She had been known for operating from a far more inclusive mindset compared to previous presidents. But despite her charitable mindset, most current students, alumni, and staff were up in arms about the whole thing. Even a few trustees were ready to pull out of supporting the university (and many of them actually did). Not only was there a social shift on campus, but there was a sudden concern about the financial impact of opening the university’s doors to humans. 

Still, the efforts were underway with full force. A flood of humans were applying as first years, and even more were transferring from human-only universities. 

Which was how you ended up with a new human transfer student, Park Jimin, standing at the front door of your dorm with a backpack slung over his shoulder, a large cardboard box in his arms, and a suitcase at his feet. You’re sure he’d given you a proper greeting, but all you could focus on was his prominent Adam’s apple and his muscular neck. 

This shit was stupid. 

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Public Enemy (Part 2)

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Mafia!Jimin Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: smut, camgirl, dirty talk, blowjobs, reverse cowgirl, ejaculation, jimin ruining lives and shit, spitting, sex toys, creampie, riding, dom!jimin

Word Count: 10,440

Description: After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you're threatened with expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn't your first option, but may be your only one.

You hug your figure upon entering the club. You've never been here, yet here you stand, biting your lip. You've taken the decision upon yourself to confront the man that decided to ruin your life for the mere fun of it. Maybe it wasn't a great idea - but you refused to not take matters into your own hands. After all, you had nothing else to lose - he's already taken it all.

You questioned - as you strolled by seas of people - if this was a good idea to be here. It wasn't as though you were dressed fittingly for the occasion - a long sleeved black fitted shirt and a skirt that stopped at your thighs. You felt underdressed once you entered and witnessed the many bodies of women clothed in much sexy attire.

Your feet lead you to the bar while your eyes scan for something - anything - related to Jimin. Maybe a little liquid courage would assist you in your conquest. It wasn't as though you had anything to pay towards your University now thanks to this man.

"What can I get for you?" the bartender asks, a man with burgundy dyed hair and a nose ring asks as you arrive.

You scan the many amount of options displayed at the bar. "Whiskey." you respond, going to take a seat at the crowded bar. "Just a shot."

You examine as the man goes to pour you a shot. You weren't a drinker in the slightest, so when he sets the shot in front of you, you baby sit it. Holding it in your hands you examine the bar area.

You yelp when you feel your shot being snatched from your hands. You widen your eyes and go to turn to see who the person was.

"O-Oh." You murmur, scanning the familiar face standing besides you.

"I watched you sit with a good shot far too long." the voice of Shin's ex says, hearing her voice perfect through the music and chattering voices.

She sits nexts to you, her hands in her lap as she waits for your response. You noticed her dress, black bodycon, sit against her figure.

"N-Not a drinker." you stutter. You recalled this was the woman who was speaking with the only familiar man at Shin's funeral. You come to know she was Shin'a longest girlfriend.

"I'm not going to eat you." She laughs, a soft blush on her cheeks. Maybe she had more to drink than she led on. "Nice to formally meet you..."

"Y/N." you answered, nodding at her. Your nerves were still sky high, not expecting to be in her presence anytime soon - if not, at all. You didn't speak to her - or anyone besides your friend, Iseul - at the funeral nor did you have any intentions to.

"Hm," she hums. "cute." she murmurs. "You don't look old enough to graduate medical school so you must be the one with the tuition fees."

Your cheeks flush and suddenly, your throat is dry. You wished you had the chance to down the shot. "I-I...he told you?" you ask. "Or-"

"I found out after my card declined at a grocery store." she giggles, shaking her head at the memory not long ago. "Then when I go to the bank," the bartender sets down two more shots, one in front of you and her and nods. "I get told that I'm broke and he goes into," she lifts the shot to her lips and downs it. She coughs and shudders. "that was rough. Anyways, he goes into our savings to pay for tuition fees and medical school."

You widen your eyes, your heart now pounding. Now, you feel horrible. You didn't know anyone's situation or how much he funded others'lives. But, you were aware Shin was a giving person. He paid for your tuition fees and funded your lifestyle along with the apartment close to your University. "I'm sorry-"

"Did you know?" you shut your mouth at her interruption. "That you weren't the only one?"

You shake your head. Upon meeting Shin, his demeanor wasn't one of a man who had many women under his belt. While the two of you were out, he didn't entertain the amount of women who would throw themselves his way and try to catch his eyes. Your mind couldn't comprehend how much money one man can spend between 4 women.

"Then I can't blame you. You have no need to apologize." You let out a sigh of relief at her words. You were glad she wasn't upset with you. "I'm sure you've had enough grief since his death."

If she only knew.

"What brings you here?" she asks you and leans against the bar table. "You should drink that." she points to the shot in front of you.

You take a deep breath and do. You take the shot and gag, almost throwing up the disgusting whiskey in the back of your throat. You manage not to and opt to cough instead. You hear giggling coming for next to you and you feel hot with embarrassment.

"You aren't a drinker, I see." she tells you. "Here," she grabs a few napkins and hands them to you. "you have whiskey on your cheeks."

"Thanks." you murmur. You managed to humiliate yourself more than you desired.

"So," the woman pushes herself closer to you. "tell me. I'm all ears."

You wipe your mouth and tilt your head. "T-Tell you what?" you ask. "Do you honestly care how shit my life has become since Shin's death?"

She shrugs but there's curiosity in your eyes telling you that - yes, she did indeed want to know how shitty your life was. Maybe because she had already opened up to you about her own situation.

"Well I suppose it started when I realized there were 3 other women crying at my supposed boyfriends funeral." you mumble but then laugh at how insane the situation was and the 4 different point of views. 

To say that your parents were proud of you would be a lie. They were great parents - truly! However, they often told you that you lived in a fantasy world. They wanted you to live the life they couldn't- to attend an exceptional college as a lawyer or doctor and make them proud enough to brag. You got accepted to Seoul, but not as what they desired.

"It's never too late to change!" Your mother told you on your second semester as an art major. "There's no money in that business. How would you support yourself?" was your fathers words.

Regardless of what they thought, you stood it out. Art was what you loved and though they considered it a hobby and not a career, they couldn't force you to do something you didn't wish to.

When you met Shin you were over the moon. You never thought someone of his nature - confident, outgoing and independent - would decide to aak you out on a date. He made you feel whole - welcomed. He encouraged you to further your career as an art major. He gave you artsy gifts - canvas and expensive brush sets and paints and has you paint for him often. It felt amazing to have someone appreciate your passion.

"Who are you to the patient?" a doctor asked, her voice booming over your head. You gulp, your head racing back through the memories of your boyfriend and you.

"I-I..he's my boyfriend." You murmur to the doctor. You watch her expression change, a look of hurt and confusion evident. "Is everything-"

"You can wait here." the doctor says, turning on her heels and sauntering away. You snapped your mouth shut as you watched her back. You were defeated.

If someone would have told you that you would be painting in your apartment - rented and paid for by your boyfriend, Shin - and waiting for said boyfriend when you heard 2 gunshots just outside your door to see him on the ground bleeding to his death...you would have laughed. Even suggested whoever told you to write a movie script.

But here you were in Seoul's busiest hospital covered in Shin's blood. It's been hours since you saw the doctor who questioned you and anyone you would ask concerning Shin's condition would either ignore you or state that you needed to wait for the surgeon.

"Y/N."

"I'm fine." Was your immediate response.

"You were drifting off again..." the voice, Iseul - a friend of yours from University, had murmured. Her eyes drifted around the grassy area.

You take a deep breath, wiping your tears. You shouldn't be crying now - especially when it concerned Shin. The man you loved and adored; who catered to you and your dreams was nothing but a facade of what he truly was. A cheated - and that made you no better in your eyes. Believing that a man of his nature would be genuine in returning your feelings for you and not for what you gave hin in return.

"I feel so stupid being here." You murmur to your friend, Iseul's eyes casting to your own. "When there's other women here crying for the same man I thought was my...never mind."

Iseul's hands rest themselves on your back. She inches closer to you. "I'm sorry you had to go through this." she says into your ear.

You were grateful to make a friend in Seoul that was as kind as Iseul is. She often put your needs first in any situation - no matter if life was hitting her just as hard. She sat with you for hours at the hospital as you cried on her shoulder. She consoled you with the discovery of Shin's affairs and relationships with other women - all without judgment.

"Do you know anyone here?" Iseul asks, pondering ask she looked around.

You shake your head. "Not really." you respond. You see a few familiar faces - a dew feet away from you stood the doctor who asked who you were to Shin. Ironically, she was in the same position as you and now that you thought back to her behavior towards you, you understood. Across from you you recognized a man, dark hair and doe eyes, conversing with another woman - one of Shin's many girlfriends no doubt - while she glared him. Whoever that man was, he was the inly familiar face here upon people.

"Should we go?" you ask Iseul. "It feels wrong being here. I'm not even sure when I stand in this situation."

You bite your lip, eyes glances at the women around you before sighing. You hadn't spoken to any of them at your arrival and they hadn't attempted to. Maybe it was easier that way - to pay your respects to Shin - what little respect you had left for him - and be on you way.

Your eyes catch a pair of dark ones staring back at you. You furrow a brow at the unfamiliar man watching you with hooded eyes. He stood far away, dressed nearly similar as as the five other men surrounded him and the one man across from you speaking with Shin's girlfriend. You didn't know who he was to Shin, but you assumed someone he worked with - the shady drug business.

You shivered, the idea that anyone of these men here could not be who you think they are at first glance - far too attractive to not have anything morally wrong with them. "Let's go, Iseul."

"I salute you." You hear the woman say across from you, raising her shot glass before downing it. "Going against your parents for the right reasons...unlike me."

"Are you sure you should keep drinking?" you question, yet you enjoyed her company and compliments.

"They're free." she shrug. "So you like...paint?" she questions, mind foggy at the idea of an art student. When you nod she smiles. "Well, that's nice I can say. Okay continue. But I have to pee so..." she points her head to the right. "...follow me."

"Are you alright?!" Iseul screams as she slams your door to your room open, wide eyes and arms up ready to pounce on anything threatening to harm you. She had heard you scream loudly - out of frustration - and didn't waste any time in getting to you.

You frown, ignoring her loud intrusion and continue to read the email sent to you by your University. You sat cross-legged onto your bed, laptop in your lap. Iseul steps closer to you, arms crossed at how nonchalant you now looked after the blood scream you let out not long ago.

"Y/N I swear-"

"I don't have enough for this semester." You murmur to her, glancing up to see her face. Iseul frowns back with slumped shoulders. "Shin just paid last semester fees and..." you sigh once more. You slam your laptop shut and lean back against your head board.

Iseul lowers herself onto your bed. There wasn't much else she can say - she offered to help you pay for college. She herself didn't pay and had full support from her parents - you envied her - but you refused. You got yourself in this mess when you got comfortable with Shin's money and now, you had to dig yourself out of this hole.

"I could help-"

"Don't." You interrupt her. "I'm an adult. I made adult decisions and now I have to make some more to get out of this mess." Your hands massage your temples. It wasn't as if you didn't have a job - you did. It was a coffee shop - however cheesy and cliche it was as a University student - but you had one. When you met Shin, he suggested that you lessen your hours to only two days a week (only because you refused to quit like he suggested). Luckily, you had the job still and all you had to do was work more hours.

Iseul nods. "Well," she coughs. She avoids your eyes - she was hiding something. "are you sure you can manage the cost of tuition plus rent?"

Rent. You slapped your forehead and groan. While you were caught in the moment with tuiton fees and withering in your own self pity, you completly failed to remember that you lived in an apartment fully paid for and furnished by Shin.

"Not even mentioning the car. I'm sure it isn't paid off." You say more to yourself than Iseul. "I hate him." you snicker. "I hate myself more, however."

Iseul lets out a low giggle. "You shouldn't hate yourself. You didn't ask to be in this situation." she wraps you in a one arm hug. "If you stop being stubborn and allow me to help you."

"You can help me by supporting me. All I need is a friend by my side." You tell her. Iseul was the only one who knew of your current financial situation and the mess that was Shin. You didn't even bother telling your parents about Shin - a man who worked for a shady business that made him thousands of dollars so quickly. That would be asking for a disaster.

"Always." Iseul smiles. "Now, I'm going to go back to cooking. I thought you were getting murdered here." she hisses out the last part and makes her way out of your bedroom.

As you watch her close the door, you grab hold of your laptop, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You open your laptop and type into the search bar. You haven't hit this low in a long time - and before you had hit this low was before you met Shin. At around the right time you add. You didn't have to do what you were thinking about doing now.

The cam site changed in the span of two years and you had to click on 'forgot password' to enter the account you made years ago. When you got in you gulped, questioning just what you had to do first to become a cam girl. You started by clicking the premium option - paying for a quicker outcome just might be the right option to do to get your content out at a faster pace. More subscirbers the better.

"Ohhh!" you hear her voice as she comes out of the stall and goes to wash her hands. "So, you're a cam girl? How is that?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Money's money." you respond to her, unsure how you exactly feel about the situation yourself. You knew you had a few loyal subscribers that paid a big price to subscribe to you and even tip you while you livestream and with that you can fund your life. However, this wasn't what you wanted to do forever.

"True." she nods her head and turns off the faucet water. She looks over herself in the mirror, her eyes glancing at you through the reflection. "Does your friend know?"

You shake your head. "I can't tell her." you exclaim.

"Is she a prude?"

"No. I just..." you tilt your head and let out a breath. "Don't want her to be disappointed in me. Or anyone in my life. The less people that know the better."

She nods her head. "I agree." she turns around to face you. "So what brings you here then?"

You take a deep breathe. Your eyes watch the screen of your laptop, reading the comments of your subscribers coming in. You had sent out a notification informing them that you would be livestreaming today. You were sure by a miracle that you had enough to bring money in with their tipping. Of course, it wasn't big bucks but it was enough to get you onto a payment plan with your University.

It has already been 2 weeks since the funeral and about a week since the emails you received from your school threatening expulsion due to tuition fees. Any money you managed went to them - from the small cafe where you worked extra hours depending on tips to now caming during the night. If your parents saw you now, you pondered how disappointed that would be.

"Okay..." you murmur to yourself, a little pep talk before you start the stream. As you press a few buttons, you smile sweetly at the camera. You watch the screen, the messages of loyal subscribers praising you. "Do you guys like the outfit?" you question, your hands rubbing your nake thighs. "It was a gift from one of you. I love the way it fits."

You accepted gifts - only sent through P.O box where you obtain from the post office. If a subscriber had a special request for you - it being lingerie, sayings, even by you moaning a name - it was all a fee your subscribers were willing to pay. A win-win, you suppose. Today you wore a specific outfit sent by a subscriber - a typical school girls outfit.The tight white button up shirt hugged you tightly - you wore no bra and made sure your ac was turned low enough for your nipples to be hard before your arousal kicked in. The plaid skirt didn't leave anything to the imagination and instead of wearing the lace underwear he bought for you, you decided to spice things up with the crotchless underwear you already had. 

"I'm so excited to use a new toy I was also gifted." you giggle, enjoying the amount of tips coming through. "It's right behind me." 

You were adtonished by the amount of items you got from one subscriber - but this was where you were left speechless. Usually, during your livestreams, you opt to vibrators and dildos. It did the trick each time - for you and your subscribers. But, this wasn't a dildo. It was the whole thing - a male sex doll, just the lower half, however - starting from the belly button and stopping at the thighs.

You turned over, your ass in the camera as you did so. You purposely arch your back and spread your thighs. You lower your head and wrap your lips around the rubber cock of the, sucking it sloppily, making sure the camera had enough view of your ass and the sucking. You were already wet and wanted to speed the process up - sucking a rubber cock wasn't your thing - but it could be for the amount you charged the subscriber for. 

Jimin's eyes glue to the screen as he watches your livestream. You lift your lips up from the rubber cock - a gift from him along with the school girl's lingerie. It cost him a hefty amount - you had a fee for everything. But, that didn't stop him. He had more than enough money to spend - especially when it came to you.

"You're so big, Jimin." he hears you moan. His throat runs dry and his eyes widen in shock. He nearly forgot he paid an extra fee - the most expensive - for you to say his name. Jimin quickly throws his pants off and takes hold of the lube beside him. Squirting it into hands, he touches his exposed cock, pre-cum already dripping from his tip. To think you had just started and he was already prepared to cum.

"I can't wait to fuck you." you moan, kicking your knees over the side of the sex doll, positioning yourself over the tip of it. Jimin breathes in, his eyes fiaxed on your wet clit, the crotchless underwear you wore leaving nothing to hide. You rub the tip of the cock against your pussy, your moans are like heavy to his ears. He starts to pump his olwn cock, unable to wait for you any longer.

"Fuck!" Jimin hisses. He observes you through hooded eyes.

You place the cock at your entrance and slowly sit down. Your soft yelp makes him bite his lips. You waste no time in riding the dildo, your pussy gripping it. He knew you were tight - you had to be. You only fucked yourself with dildos or your fingers - oftentimes he would imagine it was his own fingers inside of you, feeling out your juices. He would finger you until you beg and pleaded with him to stop, but he wouldn't. Who would when they had the tightest most sweetest pussy in front of them.

"I love your cock so much Jimin!" you moan out, eyes now shut as you continue to ride. "It was as though your cock was made for me and me only."

Jimin wants to push his head and shut his eyes, but the spell you cast upon him doesn't allow him to. No, instead his eyes watch the way your ass bounces as you ride. He enjoys the way your clit is engorged - he pokes his tongue out of his mouth wishing he could just have a taste of it. He could see it - your juices dripping down your thighs. The sound of him roughly pumping his cock to the site of you could be heard throughout his room - he was thankful he had his own home because he would be caught dead if he lived with his brothers.

"F-Fuck...shit." you groan out, removing the cock from your pussy. You turn around and face the camera and Jimin nearly cums. He has to halt his pumping at the sight of you. Your own hooded eyes laced with lust, bottom lip between your teeth and sweat on your forehead. "Your cock feels so good." you lick your lips. "And I'm the only one that's going to feel good on your cock."

Jimin nods as if you were there with him right now. You weren't, but soon you would be - he was sure of it.

You proceed to get into position, now facing the camera. You enter the cock inside you again, your breast now outside the buttoned shity, your nipples hard. Jimin couldn't wait until those nipples were in his mouth - he would suck them until they were swollen. The things he would do to you.

You sit fully on the cock now, head thrown back. Jimin proceeds to pump his cock at the sight. Your breast bounced at the fast pace you were riding. Your right hand cups your breast, pinching your nipples.

"You're such a cock-hungry whore." Jimin grunts out, his eyes flickering from your clit, to your face and your fingers pinching your nipples. "Always coming back for more no matter how much of my money I give you."

"I'm about to cum, Jimin..." you moan out, your voice is getting higher. Your pace quickens, still riding. Your hands trails down to your clit and you rub circles. "...I'm going t cum all over your dick, Jimin. P-Please can I cum?"

"Ugh...fuck baby," Jimin shakes his head. He was near his own high. "Cum all over my cock..." he grunts, his eyes closing. His ears can hear how wet your pussy is - your fingers playing with your clit roughly and you crashing down on the cock. 

"Fuck I'm cumming!" you choke out. 

"Me, too, baby!" Jimin holds his breath, his pumping going sloppy and soon, you're cumming right along with him. His cum shoots out and lands on his thigh, the warm liquid sliding down in inner thigh. He takes a deep breath, twitching at how hard he came because of you. After a few minutes to catch his breath, he opens his eyes to see you removing yourself slowly from the cock. 

"Thank you all for watching." Jimin hears your whimper. He smiles at how shy you suddenly were. "And thank you Jimin for allowing me to cum."

You were going to be the death of him.

You remained quiet, waiting for her to say something else after you explained your livestream situation. You gulp, cheeks reddening. "Are you going to say anything?"

"I didn't know you were such a freak." she admitted, breaking out in a fit of giggles. "I suppose it's the quiet ones."

You couldn't help but join her in laughing.

"But," she crosses her arms and leans against the sink. "I think we need to talk about Jimin."

"I already know about that crazy son of a bitch." you hiss, a sudden change in demenour. "He's the reason why I'm here tonight."

"What's your plan?" she asks. "To get him to sign a will? That's what I'm doing."

"A will?" you question. "No, I just...ugh I just want to strangle him. He left me with nothing!" you screech.

She furrows a brow. "Do tell, girl."

"Before I do," you tilt your head. "What is this about a will?"

You shrug. "There's power in pussy." you respond. "I've decided to let Jungkook fund my lifestyle in exchange for me," she likes her hands and begins to do air quotations. "loyalty and devotion. And a child."

You yelp. "Jungkook? Wait is that the-"

"Yes he is." she says, shrugging. "I've lived too well with Shin to up and get a job now. Besides, as long as I'm on anything he owns that is legal then I don't see the problem."

You hum.

"Go on. I feel like we're just getting to the good part."

"What the hell?" you shout as you sprint towards your car. You looked ridiculous in your pajamas, sure, but you didn't waste any time when you awoke hearing banging on your door. It was a few kids from your apartment complex - they were all warning you of the man repossessing your car. "I still have a whole month until the payment is due!"

"That indeed you do." the man says, your car halfway onto the large truck. "However, you aren't on the title of this car, unfortunately. And we've been told that the actual owner is deceased."

Your fists clenches and you want to tell him off -to scream and yell at him because damn did all of this mess manage to piss you off more than it should. How long did you have to be reminded that Shin was dead - you already worked doubles at the cafe and livestream for hundreds of men at night. All of your money went towards University and only relied on gifts from subscribers if you wanted (more needed) anything new.

"How did you find out?" was what you asked after you took a few minutes to calm down. "And can I get a few belongings before you take it?"

"I'm not sure myself. I just came to repossess." the man responds. "You can, just make it fast. I have more lots to hit before I'm off."

You bite your tongue back from a snarky remark. Now you were beyond humiliated - this was a luxury apartment for fucks sake! You were now caught with a dead mans car and they're repossessing it in front of your neighbors. You appeared utterly pathetic at this point.

As if your humiliation wasn't enough in front if your neighbors, the letter on your door possibly adds fuel to the already burning fire. You snatch the letter of eviction from your door and read - blood boiling at this point in time. You read over snd over again, your mind not comprehending how these people know of Shin's death so soon. Even in the eviction letter, they stated that the renter is "deceased". Did people such as them have access to information?

A notification ding rips you from your thoughts. It was an email, you felt the vibration of your phone from your back pocket. You crumble the paper in your hand and make your way inside your home. You take your phone out and look through your notifications - one catching your eye.

It was from the caming site, a direct message sent by a certain someone - Jimin. You recalled your caming session with the man of the same name in which you moaned to. You came hard that day, never having such a sex toy as the one he got you. You wonder if he has any other requests for you.

Jimin had to be a rich old man who had his own sick fantasies for young women. Your prices were high - just for him - and he paid it all effortlessly, never forgetting to tip you.

You opened the message quickly and read. You noticed the instant payment he sends that wires directly to your bank account and gulp. It was a total amount of ₩3,000,000.

Your eyes scan through his words, his requests for you to meet him. Now you were afraid - you didn't want to lose Jimin as a subscriber. The man was obviously rich and didn't have shit else to do with his money besides spend it on you. But you didn't want to meet these men at all - you were simply a camgirl, nothing more.

p.jm: I can see you read my message, kitty.

You gulp , throat dry at his sudden response. He was waiting for you to respond.

p.jm: Do you need more won for convincing?

You begin typing but was unsure of what to say. ₩3,000,000 was a lot of money for one more to speak with you, and the fact that he offered even more was downright insane of him.

₩3,000,000 more deposits itself to your bank account - now you're shaking with wide eyes. You manage to type and send a message to him.

you: you've sent me enough!

you: im not sure if i can meet with you. i'm willing to send back your money?

p.jm: Don't.

You tilt your head, waiting for another response.

p.jm: It's your money, after all.

p.jm: Name your price. And I'll send it.

You bite your bottom lip, hands shakily responding.

you: what is it that you want exactly?

p.jm: Whatever you're willing to give me

p.jm: But if that comes out too forward - how about dinner?

You had to know how lonely this old man was to not have anyone there that he would settle on thousands to give to you just for that.

Were you the one in the wrong for contemplating it? You didn't know this man - he could be a killer for all you did know. This could be his way to capture and literally murder you.

That or he could be a greasy old man who preyed off of you pussy - your first thought.

p.jm: How about I pay you extra the day of?

you: you've already paid me enough!

p.jm: There's no limit when it comes to you

p.jm: If you make up your mind, meet me here around 6

He sends you an address. You are quick to look it up to sigh in relief. It was a public place, thankfully. If you did decide to go at least it wouldn't be in a secluded area like his home.

You take a deep breath and exit the chat. You had a lot to think about, but you almost felt ill to know that you were questioning yourself on going. He paid you double, and was willing to pay triple when you arrived. Plus, you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to. Just dinner and talking, and at the end of the night you'll run for the hills.

You were nervous - that was evident. You were able to catch the bus to Persona, the club not far. You never been here - not even with Shin and you've been to a lot of places with the man. You entered the club. It wasn't open yet and you pondered just why he would send you here. Upon entry you felt unwelcomed. A few employees eyed you with questioning looks. Behind the bar a few bartender tilted their heads as you strolled in. You were about to leave, embarrassed that you possibly had the wrong location when you're stopped.

"Are you waiting for Park-nim?"

You turn towards the voice. It was one of the bartenders, a fitted black button up shirt with matching black pants eyes you as he wipes a few glasses.

"I-I, Um, I'm not sure." you murmur. "Is that...Jimin?"

The bartender halts his cleaning. He glances around the other employees around you who equally halt.

"Maybe I..have the wrong-"

"No!" a waitress, a nervous laugh coming from her throat. "Please sit! Did you want something to drink?"

"I can take your coat here, noona!" a young male bartender offers.

The change in demeanor was confusing, but you shake your head. "It's alright-"

"I'll go get Park-nim for you." the bartender bows. "Everyone out. Now."

You examine as the remaining bartenders and cocktail waitresses scurry to leave. What in the world had shifted in their behavior towards you?

Soon you're left alone in the middle of the large club. You decide to sit at the bar and wait - maybe Jimin was the owner. He had to be, the employees flocking around by just the sound of his name.

You peeled your coat off of you, sitting it aside. You take a deep breath - the employees must've called you desperate to be here waiting for an old man to have dinner with you.

"Hello." a smooth voice sounds behind you. You yelp, goosebumps prickling your skin at how close the voice sounds.

Your head turns and suddenly your mind leaves your body. You're tongue tied when the man hovers dight above you, his eyes staring down into yours. "Y-You're-"

"Jimin." he responds, his voice low and angelic. "Park Jimin."

You sit back, your back against the bar island. "I-I...you're not old." you stammer our, and immediately slap yourself mentally at your words. "I-I mean...I know you." you reveal, your eyes squinting slightly to understand just where you knew this man from.

Park Jimin was familiar - yet you didn't out your finger on it. You would - without a doubt - recognize a man in this nature. Blond hair parted down the middle with chubby cheeks - yet the sharpest jaw line you've seen. He wore all black - black v-cut shirt with black pants and Chelsea bolts to match. His eyes were captivating and inviting and you swore you noticed a pink hue to her eyelids. 

"We have met." Jimin nods in agreement. "By happenstance. So sad about the death of your partner."

You widen your eyes as realization dawn upon you. He was the same man that you had caught looking at you at Shin's funeral - this time his hair dyed blond. You would've told yourself that you could never forget a face like his. Something deep down in your core told you that this couldn't be a coincidence that this man entered your life again.

"What's wrong, kitten?" he inches closer to you, a sweet smell if mint on him.

"I feel so mortified." you admit. You knew the risks of being a cam girl but you prayed that whoever was watching you was not someone you knew in real life - or even met for that matter.

"There's no need to." Jimin lifts his hand to carees your cheek softly. Your skin grows hot and your head is starting to get dizzy. The closeness between the two of you makes you feel intoxicated.

He wasn't an old man - an old man with wrinkles and the old-person-scent (that didn't necessarily smell good or bad - just bland). He wasn't a creep who fed off of the energy of a young women - he was a wealthy, attractive and enchanting man. And you knew that was worse.

"Are you hungry?" Jimin steps away, his smile widening at your gaze upon him. "We have a kitchen here. They normally specialize in bar food, but they can make whatever you like."

Not long after Jimin and you are eating pa-jun pairing with the dipping sauce. It was something light and easy to eat while both of you converse. Jimin spoke of his business - the club that was Persona and the reasoning behind it. But, you were no fool to know that it was much more than Persona. Persona was the legal side of his business. If he was connected to Shin in any way, there was always a much darker side to this.

"What about you?" Jimin sips his wine - weird to have at a club, but he was the owner after all. "What do you do?"

Your eyes met his and you couldn't help but flush. It was as though he was taunting you. He knew what you did for money; after all he was your main source of income.

"I-I'm an art major." you respond to him, glancing around the quiet club to avoid his eyes. "I attend the University of Seoul."

Jimin nods his head. "What type of art do you partake in?" he questions. "I enjoy performing arts."

You hum. Jimin's physique - slim but firm - told you that much. You wondered if he enjoyed permoring the arts himself or better watching it. "I enjoy all types." you admit. "I'm not a great performer, however."

Jimin tilts his head to the side as he stares at you. "I think you'd be a great performer." he tells you. Your eyes catch his and the gleam in his eyes tells you everything you need to know about his words. You remain quiet, unable to respond to him. Jimin was a smooth talker and an obvious natural flirt. He knew how to get a women to blush and clench your legs - that's all you've done the entire time you and him spoke with one another. 

This was not your intention - not at all. Again, your first impression of Jimin was an old man that chased after young women. However, Jimin was as enchanting as ever. He was attractive - and he knew it. He spoke and strolled around the club like a king in a castle. He stood tall and held his head high with confidence. He toured you around his quiet club, insuring you that he would be opening later on in the night.

So, it was safe to say that one thing led to another and now you had Park Jimin - the man who was involved in shady business with your ex and paid you millions in won - cock shoved down your throat. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes and your hands grips his naked thighs. His hands were entangled in your hair, keeping you steady so he could thrust roughly down your throat.

"Your throat feels so amazing for me." Jimin grunts, the tightening of your throat mixed with the wetness of your saliva had his mind going insane. The amount of times Jimin thought about you in this very position, his cock deep in your throat - or in your pussy, either or. Now that he was living it out he would be content. Not for long, you weren't his now but you soon will be. He would give you a choice first - to come willingly or by force. Whichever was fine by him.

Jimin yanks you away from him, his cock twitching. He groans loudly, shutting his eyes tightly. "I don't want to cum yet." he tells you. He peaks his eyes open and smirks down at your disarrayed appearance, saliva dripping down your chin and eyes filled with lust. "Are you going to let me fuck you, kitty?" Jimin's low voice rumbles from his chest, almost needy.

You were in a trance. You didn't know you were nodding your head until you realized Jimin had lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist. Jimin was strong, far more than he appeared. His lips kiss your neck and his hands cup your ass. He was in bliss inhaling your scene - the scent of lavender and vanilla - and feeling your body against his. He pokes his tongue out to suck on your neck. "You smell good, kitty." Jimin moans against your neck. "I need to be inside of you."

You moan when you feel Jimin push you against the bar island, not caring about the expensive alcohol glasses falling on the floor. His lips reach your own while his hands cups your breast. He was in a rush to feel you - to relive the many moments he had came to you in his hands.

You were the one to release his lips for air. Jimin takes this as an opportunity to shove his hands between your legs, shoving your pants down and opening your legs wide. Licking his lips, Jimin smirks. "You're already so wet for me, kitty." Jimin purrs against your ears. He lowers his head between your legs and kisses your clothed clit. "I promise to eat you out next time, kitty. I just can't wait to have you around me."

Jimin doesn't remove your panties, instead pushes them to the side and enters two of his fingers. You yelp at the sudden action, but buck your hips nonetheless. Jimin hisses and groans. He shoves his underwear to the side and places the tip of his cock at your entrance. The need to be inside you was far greater than anything else at this moment - even the leaking alcoholic beverages soaking the floor.

You let out a deep breath when Jimin enters you. "W-Wait. You need a con-" His pace was slow and steady, trying to get you to adjust to him. His hands hold you close to him by your hips while your own hands grip to the island. "Your pussy's so tight, kitty." Jimin bites his lip, interrupting your words and quickening his pace. His right hand releases your hip and his thumb rubs your clit.

You push your head back and moan loudly, your pussy clenching around him. His thumb twirls and circles your clit as he fucks deeply inside of you. Your juices grip around him - something he would never feel if he wore a condom. The sounds of skin hitting skin could be heard throughout the club, along with the wet sounds of your pussy.

"Jimin..." your eyes squeeze shut. You never thought you would be moaning his name for him in person but you are now. "...it feels so good."

Jimin enters his thumb into your mouth. You suck it, tasting your own wetness he caused. "You're so dirty." he chuckles darkly, shaking his head. "You're taking me so well, kitty. Your pussy was made for me." he exclaims. "Say it."

Your words get caught in your throat and you don't stop sucking Jimin's thumb in your mouth. Sex hadn't been this amazing in months for you - the dirty talking, the exhibitionism and the act of being caught right now; it all drove you crazy. Jimin was a walking enchantment who could make you do anything with just a look - it was dangerous.

Your throat releases a sudden cry when you feel a tight grip. Jimin's hand snatches your throat and forces your eyes open, all the while he fucks deeper inside of you. "Say it. Say your pussy was made for me, kitty." he hisses into you. It was amazing how someone like Jimin could go from sweet, gentle and flirty to the exact opposite in a manner of seconds.

"M-My pussy was made for you, Jimin." you choke, feeling your wetness slide out of you and onto your thighs.

Jimin snarls. He kisses your lips roughly - a sloppy kiss you return. Without warning, he lets go of your lips and spits on you. The warm saliva dripping down the side of your cheek - the act was disgusting, yet you couldn't help but cum right then and there at the disrespectful act. You came hard - your legs shaking and eyes closed tight. The overstimulation coming from Jimin was almost unbearable. "Where do you want me to cum, kitty?" Jimin asks you. "Should I cum inside of you? A whore like you would like that, wouldn't you?"

You nod your head, tongue licking your lips.

"Or should I cum on your face? Let everyone when they come back know who you allowed to use you like the dumb whore you are." Jimin's thrust were sloppy, but powerful. "I think I'll leave that for next time, kitty. I'm going to cum inside my pussy this time and you're going to take it all." Jimin release a low grunt before you're feeling the warm substance enters deeply inside you - so much that it releases over your thighs and onto your ass.

"Wow." she murmurs. "That's hot."

You roll your eyes. "I regret giving in so easily." you responded. "He's crazy."

"Aren't they all?" she asks. Jungkook wasn't sane in the slightest either, it was accustomed in that family of theirs. "Was it the disrespectful sex that makes you hate him?"

"Of course not. The sex was amazing." you admit. "It's him going out his way to make my life hell after that. As if he owned me." you hiss, the memories flooding back.

"We can't allow you to attend anymore, Y/N." the dean avoids your eyes as he speaks. "With those questioning videos of you going around, it make's our University appear astrocious. I am not one to judge what my students do in their free time but..." he trails off, shaking his head. "We cannot have a sex scandal involved with out name, Y/N. I'm sure you understand?"

You didn't understand what Jimin had done to you - or why. You were aware that you and Jimin hooking up at his club was risky, but him being the owner should've been an advantage. No, you were not intending on having said video sent to your dean - having been viewed by nearly everyone at the University. The stares, snickers and murmurs you received as you made your way out of the University ground were enough to have you crying in Iseul's arms.

It was bad enough you didn't have a car anymore and had long since been evicted - forced to move in with Iseul in her own small apartment. But now you were haunted by the fact that everyone has seen you during an intimate time with a man you shouldn't have trusted.

You didn't livestream anymore - you deleted your account. You wanted no contact with Jimin. You worked full time at the cafe, your head down mostly if you recognized anyone from University. Even if you didn't, it was difficult to work with eyes on you. You felt dirty and ashamed. You didn't have the strength to tell your parents you were expelled - how could you? "Yes, appa, I got expelled because I let a man fuck me in public. Can you pass the salt?" You couldn't look in their eyes and disappoint them more than you already have. 

"Kitty."

You stop in your tracks. It was a slow day at the cafe, the lunch rush from hours ago being the only busy outcome of the day. You heard the low condescending voice and recognized it immediately. 

"You've been ignoring me."

"Fuck off." you hiss lowly to him, your voice dripped with venom. "I don't want to see you again."

Jimin releases a chucke. "Don't be ridiculous, kitty." he coos at you. "Why would I not want to see my girl?"

You scoff, disgusted. You were glad the cafe was empty, only you and another barista available - Sung-ho - who was stocking the lobby area far away from you and Jimin. "I don't want anything to do with you." you exclaim. "I've been expelled because of you!"

Jimin shrugs his shoulders, letting out a snicker. "You didn't need University, kitty. You can stay with me." he tells you calmy, matter-of-factly. "It's not like you have a car or your own home."

Your fists clench. Your breathing is getting heavier. "How the fuck do you know that?!"

"Because," Jimin shrugs, a smirk now forming on your lips. He steps closer to you, his height seemingly getting taller with each step - or maybe you were growing delusional with all the added stress. "I'm the one that repossessed your car and got you evicted. I sent the video to your dean and now," he stares down at you, his eyes dark and expression unreadable. "I'm going to get you fired. And I will make sure you don't find a job in Seoul - or anywhere else in Korea"

You're shocked - nearly speechless at his confession. Jimin stood confidently -  as if he wasn't the man that ruined your life in a manner of weeks. He spoke his words nonchalantly, without any care. As if him ruining your life and reputation wasn't a big deal to him. 

Tears pool from your eyes. You couldn't hold it in any longer. 

"Kitty," Jimin frowns, his fingers wiping your tears. "don't cry! Just come home."

"Fuck you!" you screech, your hands coming to punch his chest. "I hate you!"

Jimin tsks and pushes you away. His eyes are daring you to test him again. You don't. You push past him and make your way to the restrooms. It was a single restroom with a lock, you were glad you had a chance to hide from him for now. You slide your back against the door and hold your head in your hands. 

"I'll see you soon, Kitty." Jimin's sweet voice comes. That same sweet voice you adored hearing when you first met him is the voice you now despised. 

She's quiet, unsure what to say or how to comfort you. She doesn't know you and you don't know her. But she has the urge to hug you. She doesn't, however, unsure of how you would respond to that.

"You've been through a lot in such a small amount of time." she tells you and you can only nod in return. You admitted it felt good to talk to someone about it. Iseul only knew what you told her - which wasn't much.

"What is your plan now?" she questions. "You're here for a reason."

"Honestly...I wasn't sure." you admitted. "I wanted to come here and confront him. To scream, to hit, to ask him why he would do this to me." you shake your head. "The crazy thing is...he didn't have to do all of this to have me..."

She understood you completely. She was no fool to what you were going through - you lost it all just as much as she did. She was sure Jungkook was behind the sudden repossession of the car and the eviction letters piling up her door. "The length a man will go to break you down is unsettling." she tells you. "He's never going to stop. They're all above the law."

You scoff. "So what now?" you ask her. "I just give up?"

She shakes her head. "You have something he wants." she tells you.

"Pussy?" you ask dumfounded. Jimin was a young, attractive, powerful and damn wealthy man. He could have pussy lining up around his club.

She shakes her head roughly. "No! Well yes, but that's not all. He wants you specifically." she places a hand upon your shoulder. "I say you talk to him however you see fit. But set your boundaries. It's obvious he would stop at nothing to have you vulnerable for him. Think about something you want and demand it from him."

You nod your head. What you wanted was to be left alone. But, by now you come to terms that he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted from you.

"Alright." you nod your head. "I need to start now."

"I think I know where he's at." she tells you.

"She did what?!" Hoseok shrieks, his eyes wide with shock. His voice was high pitched and laced with disbelief.

"I never came so hard in my life, Hyung." Jungkook moans, reliving the moment of just a few hours ago. There was a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

"Okay," Jin shakes his head. He lifts up a finger to Jungkook with a furrowed brow. "Stop talking about your weird kinks." he scolds.

"I don't think that's a kink!" Hoseok exclaims, sitting back into the cushioned seat. "Are we going to breeze past that he had a gun to his head?"

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders. He lifts the shot glass to his lips and downs it swiftly. "Look at him." he snickers, pointing his lips to Jungkook. "Obviously he liked it. He wouldn't be telling us if he didn't."

Jimin drowns out the conversation happening and focuses on his phone screen. Hacking into your emails and social media wasn't easy - but thankfully he had Taehyung as a brother. You were stubborn and insisted on being difficult for him. So, he would give you space for a while before you come to your senses. You can't life off of that friend of yours forever - with no job or money coming in. 

There's a knock on the door that catches Jimin's ears. He had told the staff to not bother him unless it was an emergency and none of his girls were operating tonight. His brothers were all in the room and Taehyung's girl sat quietly next to the man - so who in the hell... "Kitty." Jimin murmurs when you enter, followed by Jungkook's girlfriend - or fiance as he likes to call her. "You finally come to your senses." he tells you, standing.

He can feel his brother's eyes upon you and him but he doesn't care. You offer him a lovely smile as you step closer to him. You halted at the table where bottles were scattered across. "Jimin." you say lowly, your own eyes wandering around to the sea of unfamiliar faces. "And friends."

"Family." Taehyung corrects, but raises a hand to wave. "You must be...Kitty." he smirks, letting out a chuckle at Jimin's flush cheeks and glaring eyes. 

You were unamused. Your eyes glance to the women next to him who gives you the same curious look. She was Shin's ex. It seems as though these men had an attraction for a dead man's girl.

"I came here to talk." you tell him, your hands grasping the filled soju bottle and opening it. You take a swig, eyes still upon you. "Seeing as you left me homeless and jobless."

The room is quiet and now Jimin knows what your mood is like. He snickers and tilts his head. "You're upset about the wrong thing, Kitty. No girl of mine needs to work at a cafe. That's beneath us now and I won't apologize for it."

Yoongi was entertained by the interaction, and Min Yoongi was never entertained in petty drama.

Namjoon watches between the two couple standing a few feet apart. 

Jin shakes his head and takes another shot while Jungkook rubs his girls thighs. 

"Should we...go?" Jimin hears Hoseok murmur to someone, possibly Yoongi. 

"Well, if you're ready to follow me home, Kitty, we can-"

You lift the Soju bottle and smash it across Jimin's head. It smashes upon impact, the liquid spilling against you and him.

Jimin falls backwards a few steps, shocked evident in his face. 

Hoseok screams, as if he was the one hit. Namjoon and Taehyung jumps up, ready to catch Jimin.

"You stupid bitch!" Jimin wails, his eyes bloodshot. 

"Fuck you!" you scream back at him, feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist. "Let go of me!" you manage to grab ahold of another bottle and throw it Jimin's way but miss. 

"Get out!" Jimin screams at his brothers, his arms wailing towards the door. "Let her go and get the fuck out." he hisses. 

Hoseok was the first to leave. He was ready to call it a night. Hearing Jungkook tell them he had a gun to his head and like it, to now seeing Jimin get a bottle smashed against his head and look ready to kill was enough for him. 

As the room clears out and the two of you are alone, Jimin stalks closer to you. "What in the world is wrong with you?" he hisses. 

"What's wrong with me? You're crazy! You literally ruined my life!" you scream at him. As he gets closer to you, you push at his chest. "You did all of this to ensure I would have nothing but you! You fucking-"

Jimin removes his belt in a manner of seconds. He grabs your shoulder and yanks you close. You feel the belt - leather and thin, wrap around your neck tight. So tight, you almost think he's going to strangle you. 

But, you understand what's going to happen when he yanks the belt backwards towards him as he seats himself into a chair. He proceeds to throw you onto his knee, your ass inm the air. 

"Let go of-"

Slap.

He slaps your ass hard - the sharp pain shutting you up. 

"I can deal with you being disobedient alone." Jimin hisses into your ears. "But not when you embarrass me in front of my brothers. Now they think I don't have control over my bitch."

You whimper when you feel another slap against your ass, the belt buckles tightly against your throat. You fight back a moan - this whole thing was sick to you. He thought of you as nothing more than his bitch - something he controlled. But, deep down, you couldn't deny the wetness between your legs.

Jimin slaps your ass five more times. And once he's done, his fingers trace your clothed clit to find it soaking and gripping to you. 

"You talk a lot for a bitch who's dripping for me." Jimin shakes his head. He pushes your panties to the side and rubs your clit, biting his own lip. "You know, I got you a present." he tells you. 

He enters two fingers inside of you. He then yanks his belt to force you to look at him as he thrust his fingers inside. "To think I spent my hard earned money on a gallery for you. For you to display your art work." he shakes his head, his fingers drilling you.

Tears now streamed down your face, pussy clenching around Jimin's fingers. It wasn't enough now, you needed more. The conscious side of you was screaming to not fall into temptation. But, the temptation itself was Park Jimin. 

"I guess you don't want it, huh?" Jimin pouts.

"I do want it." you protest, fucked out and begging. For what? The art gallery he supposedly bought or more of his fingers? You haven't decided yet. 

"You don't." Jimin disagrees. He takes his fingers out of your pussy and you scream in frustration. He turns you around to face him. "You don't want anything I can offer you, Kitty. So leave."

You stumble on your feet when he releases you and land on your hand and knees. You're shaking from the arousal Jimin has taken from you. "I-I-"

"Leave." Jimin hisses. "You don't want anything from me, right, Kitty?" Jimin leans back into the chair and watches your sadden expression. He reaches into his pocket and removes the small silver key, twirling it in his hand. 

"I do want it." you say, shaking your head. 

"What do you want, Kitty?" Jimin frowns, feigning confusion. 

"I want you." you yelp, your conscious long gone and all you can think about is Jimin. You're consumed by the blond hair man. You crawl to him - you looked pathetic but you didn't care. Jimin has enchanted you and all you can think about now is what he's willing to give you.

Jimin smirks down at you - he has you where he wants you. Where you belong. He drops the key on the floor next to you and rummages through his pants, removing them. The buldge in his underwear is noticeably hard and that makes your mouth water. Your hand grasps it, ready to wrap your tongue around it when he stops you. "No time for that, Kitty, I want you to ride me." he tells you. "Show me how much you want me."

And you do. You don't bother taking your skirt off, nor your panties. You slip them to the side and sit atop of his cock hungrily. You waste no time in riding him, your moans and his grunts filling the room. Your hands were on his shoulders while you bounce on him. 

Jimin yanks the belt behind your back, his eyes watching your breast bounce in the tight shirt you wore, nipples peaking out the hem of it. He licks one, enjoying your reaction. 

"I knew you wanted me, Kitty." Jimin moans cockily. "Your pussy was made for me and me only."

@silversparkles11

Link to General Masterlist !!

I’ll Give You Anything (Just Not That) 

➵ You want to go outside, but to get what you want, you’ll have to let Jimin have what he wants first. 

yandere au, dubious consent, mature content

Rainy Days 

➵ The rain might be cold, but you have the love of two boys to keep you warm, so you know you’ll be just fine.

vmin x reader, mature content, fluff

Precious 

➵ For as long as you can remember, you’ve been in love with Park Jimin. Real love, not that wishy-washy crap they tell you about. You would do anything to be with Jimin, including going on a date with an unfortunate guy in order to provoke Jimin’s jealousy…

yandere jimin x yandere reader, murder, violence

Finish That Sentence…

➵ When he opened his mouth again, you could taste the anger dripping past those sinful lips.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Kitten, when I say No… it isn’t a suggestion.”

“Good, I didn’t ask for one.”

smut, yandere jimin, daddy kink

Sleeping On The Couch

➵ Jimin is bad at keeping his cool when someone touches you, and you are even worse at staying mad at him.

“I hate you.”

“No, baby, you don’t.”

soft yandere, smut, smug jimin is my kink

Moonlight

➵ Your mother has always warned you against entering the forest. Two years ago, your friend Jimin was lost to the trees, with no one brave enough to search after him. But, when you find yourself unable to resist the tug of adventure, you run into Jimin, rumpled, but alive. Can you and Jimin escape the clutches of the forest? And can you discover what- or who- is behind the disappearances that plague your village?

yandere, supernatural au, kidnapping

Love You A Latte

➵ You have always wanted a story book romance, no matter how many times your friends tell you it’s unrealistic, and even unhealthy to have such high expectations. You can’t help but yearn for the one who will make your heart sing, who will captivate you with one word, who will treat you like you’re worth more than anything else in the world… and then Park Jimin crashes into your life, with a pretty smile and a warm cup of vanilla latte with your name on it.

soft yandere, mfeeu! verse, brief smut

incestuous | yoonminkook

synopsis —  after moving in with your naughty stepbrothers jimin and jungkook, the horny meter in your life gets completely thrown off when the cute older neighbor yoongi decides to pay you a visit

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering, handjob, penetrative sex

word count — 5.5k

The past year has been nothing short of a crazy whirlwind, not only because your parents had finally divorced after years of a failed marriage, but also from dealing with the fact that they've moved onto dating other people. A big part of you wishes for your family to have stayed together, but seeing your parents much happier after separating gives you quite some comfort amongst your already busy life. Just when you've finally started to get used to your routine living with your single mother, she had randomly dropped the bomb on you about moving away for a new job opportunity.

"(y/n), you've got to understand! This'll be really good for my career!"

"But mom, I still have the school year to finish! I can't just leave with you!"

After a dramatically serious sit-down conversation with your parents, your dad had agreed to let you stay with him and his new wife at their house so you could still complete the rest of the semester at your school. But what they'd failed to mention in detail was how interesting it was going to be living under the same roof with the wife's sons from her first marriage.

"Hey I'm Jimin and this is Jungkook!"

You don't know where to look, now that you've walked inside the huge unfamiliar mansion you'd be calling your home for the next few months, your eyes flickering from the stunning white marble interior of it to your two hot stepbrothers that keep coyly observing you as they greet you by the main door.

"Oh hey, I'm (y/n)."

It's rather awkward talking to them all of a sudden, the right words failing to form in your stunned brain as Jungkook snatches the duffle bag out of your hands in a rush, your feet immediately keeping up with both the boys as they smile at you and turn around, their slim figures quickly skipping up the stairs.

"So, that's gonna be your room. You're right in between me and Jimin hyung."

"I get my own bathroom because I'm older but you'll have to share that one with Jungkookie at the end of the hallway."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Jimin before he throws the duffle bag onto your bed and bounces down on the mattress as if it's his own, legs sprawled all over your sheets while he stares at you standing by the door. Something's caught Jimin's attention though as he's looking out the window all of a sudden, his hand raising up and waving at someone outside, with a huge smile on his face.

"It's Yoongi hyung!"

Just as quickly as he'd fallen on your bed, Jungkook jumps up and giggles while dashing back down the stairs, Jimin's palm curling around your wrist before he happily drags you right behind Jungkook in a jiffy. Why do they run around so much? Your eyes quickly fall on a cute boy standing by the house's entrance when you reach the bottom of the steps, a gummy smile spread on his lips when Jungkook pulls back from the smothering hug he's giving him.

"Here. I baked these cookies for the new girl. That you? I'm Yoongi, Jiminie and Jungkookie's neighbor. Nice to meet you."

An entire cookie has already made it's way down Jungkook's throat by the time Yoongi steps inside and extends his hand out to shake yours, your cheeks already blushing from the way you're instantly attracted to his calm and cool aura, not to mention his handsome looks. He appears older and more mature than your step bros, confirmed by the fact they keep calling him hyung, your obvious crush on Yoongi hidden though as you quickly get a hold of yourself and kindly smile back at him.

"I'm (y/n)! It's so nice to meet you too."

"Cute name."

Yoongi's not afraid to boldly tell you how he feels, the flirtatious glint in his eyes unmistakable and seriously inviting, making a sudden pang of heat shoot up your gut as your gaze falls on the smirk forming on his lip. But you're snapped out of your emotions when Jimin protectively wraps his soft arm around your shoulder, a frown now settling on his face.

"Back off, hyung. She's our sister."

"Um, step sister. We don't even share the same parents... so we might as well not be related."

Jimin gives Jungkook a death stare for that blunt comment, his grip over your shoulder getting tighter as he holds you close, Jungkook casually ignoring his older brother while he stuffs another cookie into his mouth.

"Will you guys relax? I'm only here to drop off cookies for the cute girl."

Jungkook starts cackling while high fiving Yoongi, the older boy's brazen comment clearly meant to trigger Jimin even more, which he is since he's begun to huff and puff, your own lips now parting into a giggle as you shyly stare into Yoongi's pretty, cat like eyes. Jimin's neck jerks to the side in your direction after hearing you laugh, right before he throws an order at you.

"You better stay away from him, (y/n)."

"You better hang out with us more, (y/n). Jimin hyung, go chill with your girlfriend or something."

Jungkook pushes Jimin aside and pulls you towards himself, his muscular arm crushing you into a side hug while Jimin stares at you dumbfounded. Deep down you know what Jimin's saying is probably true, that Jungkook and Yoongi seem like trouble, but hell, you wanna have all the fun while it lasts. At least until the school year's over.

But you quickly learn that with the fun comes the pain of living with your step brothers, especially with your dad and his wife being out all the time because of their office work. It doesn't help that Jungkook almost never locks the bathroom door shut, the amount of times you've seen him shirtless or just simply in his boxers deserving of a dip in some holy water, not to mention the moans and sweet talk between Jimin and his girlfriend miserably shaking the shared wall between your rooms up at odd hours of the day.

"Gosh, do they ever stop fucking?"

"It's gotten worse lately. They keep breaking up over the dumbest shit and then making up with the sex. Come on in, let's watch something."

So glad you've got Jungkook's room to escape into and away from hearing all the moans and grunts echoing out of Jimin's room, you smile and nod at your younger step bro as you flop down on his bed next to him.

"Uh what'd you wanna watch, (y/n)? How about porn?"

You loudly gasp right before you choke on your spit, hastily turning to the side to stare into Jungkook's doe eyes full of mischief, a big smile quickly bursting out on his face when he observes your shook expressions.

"I'm only kidding. I'll put on Fʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ."

But despite your attempts to drown out the noise coming from Jimin's room, the thumping of his bed against the wall can somehow be felt all the way to Jungkook's room, Jungkook's hand restlessly tapping on his own thigh while increasingly getting distracted from the episode playing on the TV in his room. Your eyes can't help but travel up from his firm thighs to the boner that seems to be forming inside his sweatpants, his sharp eyes catching you staring at his crotch within a second.

"So, you wanna help me with this? I promise I won't tell."

His index finger's unashamedly pointing to the outline of his hardened cock, your palm instantly smacking on your mouth in utter disbelief.

"Jungkook! We're family!"

"We're really not, if you think about it. Come on, I'll help you too."

The way he's now tucked his palm onto your inner thigh cuts off your breath, the way his gaze trails towards your lips entirely shaking your core up. It's true you're not exactly blood related to Jungkook, but this still somehow feels wrong, although you fail to question yourself when you allow him to lean in and press a deep kiss on your lips. Your brain's lost against your heart in that moment, your conscience reminding you again how truly attracted you are to Jungkook. And who wouldn't be? He looks like he could easily be in one of those swimsuit catalogs, his stunning body and his even more charming of a face a double whammy against your pathetic little weak ass heart.

"Jungkook... what if someone comes in-"

"Shhh, just let go."

Is this what it feels like being seduced? It's your first time giving into a boy like this, Jungkook's hand now picking yours up and lightly placing it down on his bulge to urge you to massage him, while his own hand starts rubbing your clit through your leggings. His face is so close to yours, his soft lips pressing kisses on your cheek before he pulls you towards him with a swoop of his other arm around your waist. He's succeeding to melt your body underneath his touch, his digits slipping inside your bottoms while your palm keeps rubbing his boner that's ready to pop out of his sweatpants anytime. You bite down on your lip when his teasing fingers finally reach your bare clit, the motion of them gently circling your bud already driving you insane.

"Touch me too."

Your skin's met with the delicate one on his cock as you angle it out of his sweatpants, his thighs clenching from the way you immediately start stroking his length, his long fingers slipping into your hole while you both fully get into arousing each other like the horny kids you are.

"Fuck yeah. Just like that."

His words are giving you assurance that you're doing this correctly, your fingers slowly smearing his precum dripping out of his tip onto his cock, making the motion even smoother as you glide your palm up and down. It's difficult to keep doing it though as your own body shakes and twists from the way he's pumping his fingers into you, repeatedly grazing past that sweet spot within you that's making your core clench from pleasure. You can't hold it in much longer, a moan leaving your mouth right before Jungkook kisses you again, his tongue softly pushing into your mouth and exploring it while your tongue excitedly plays around with his.

"You gonna cum for me?"

Your words absolutely push Jungkook over the edge, the way you've bit his lip while asking him the direct question an incredible turn on for him, his cum now spurting out of his tip as he deeply sighs into your cheek. Despite the pleasure running through his system, he doesn't at all get distracted, his fingers badly on a mission to get you cumming too, right before a rhythmic knock on the door makes you both freeze up in panic.

"Yo Jungkookie, it's Yoongi. Can I come in? Jimin seems occupied heheh. Gotta talk to you about that cutie step sister of yours."

Just like that, your orgasm's totally cut off, Jungkook's smooth fingers still deep inside you while you both remain madly frozen, staring into each other's bewildered eyes. Yoongi's standing right outside the room while your palm's still wrapped around Jungkook's now softening cock, his cum stained white t-shirt wet and in desperate need to be changed.

"Jungkookie? You in there?"

"Uhh what? Hold on- one minute, hyung!"

Your trembling, unsatisfied core is left empty when Jungkook slips his digits out of you with a soft pop, your hand immediately letting go of his length as he jumps out of the bouncy bed and lifts his sweatpants back up. He's taken his t-shirt off now, his hands scrambling to find a fresh one from a cabinet when Yoongi twists the door knob open and walks inside on his own, just as you've straightened your slouching body up against the head board of Jungkook's bed. Your heart's beating out of your chest when Yoongi's eyes pierce into yours first, a questioning look then forming on his face while staring at Jungkook's bare chest, which is quickly being covered as the boy throws a black t-shirt over it.

"Oooh what's going on in here?"

"What'd you think, huh hyung? We were obviously hooking up but you busted us. Tsk tsk..."

You should've known not to trust Jungkook to keep his damn mouth shut, the urge to literally want to die in the moment getting worse when you notice the proud smirk on Jungkook's face. You're internally screaming, your mouth fully stuttering as you panic to try to clear your name right away from the bold accusation, which is obviously true. But you don't want Yoongi finding out about all of this. What would he think of you?

"Gosh! Stop lying! We were just- he was just- hot. So he changed his shirt!" 

"I see."

By the tone of his voice and the way he's smiling, you know Yoongi hasn't bought your pathetic attempt at a cover up, Jungkook's honest confession more believable than your made up story. Jungkook coughs before falling back down on the bed, his head now comfortably resting on your thigh after he rolls around towards you. You quickly scoot away from him, eyes still on Yoongi, even though Jungkook manages to re-secure his head back on your leg as if he's got dibs on you, then looking up at Yoongi himself.

"So, you wanted to talk about my cute step sister?"

"Yeah. (y/n), do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?"

You're taken aback by Yoongi's direct request, his straightforward persona charming you even more than before as he cooly stands there waiting for your reply. Yoongi obviously didn't know you were inside the room when he'd knocked, but he confidently turned the situation in his own favor by asking you out on a date, that too without the fear of Jungkook knowing.

Jungkook seems unusually fidgety while an awkward silence takes over the room, his head plucking off your thigh and face turning upwards to observe the flustered look on yours, a subtle hint of jealously flickering through his round eyes when he hears your shocking response.

"Yeah, I'm down."

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 7?"

A stupid smile remains plastered on your face as you nod at Yoongi, his endearing gummy grin in return making your heart madly flutter. But you get distracted as Jungkook sits up on the bed and lightly shrugs his shoulders as if what just happened doesn't really affect him, although you can sense he seems a bit annoyed by how you'd so easily gone from giving him attention to fully appearing under Yoongi's spell.

"What's going on, you guys?"

Jimin's head pops into the room, a little bit of panic ensuing within you when you realize how pissed he's going to be after learning you're going out with Yoongi tomorrow. Just like how Jungkook had hit Yoongi with the truth about you both hooking up though, he does the same to Jimin.

"Oh, nothing much really. Just (y/n) and I hooked up and now she's going out with Yoongi hyung."

"Hah. Very funny, Jungkookie. Now come on, (y/n). I'll introduce you to my girlfriend! I'm sure you both will get along well. Bye boys!"

You don't know whether you should feel bad about how gullible and naive Jimin is, or be relieved he didn't suspect the truth to actually be the truth. Ignoring Jungkook as you're irritated by the way he can't keep quiet, you get up off the bed and sweetly wave goodbye to Yoongi, then following Jimin to his room, the thought of hanging out with the older boy the next night already making your heart beat faster than ever.

And it's more perfect than you could've imagined, Yoongi being the right combination of a gentleman and a bad boy all in one, keeping the evening interesting at all times through his impressive words and actions. You already knew he wasn't the type of guy who'd go above and beyond to sweep you off your feet, planning a casual date at the local diner and a walk along the river after getting ice cream instead, but he'd made you fall for him hard just from the sheer fact that he was mature and sensible.

And now, after he'd walked you to the front door of your house at the end of a lovely night, your breath gets stuck in your throat when he smiles at you and extends his arms out for a hug. It doesn't even take you a second to follow through though, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as you fall into his warm hug, the scent of his musky cologne the tipping point that kicks off the ridiculous hormones flooding through your body.

"I had a great time with you, (y/n)."

Yoongi's soft lips graze yours as he speaks, only your heads pulled back to face each other while your bodies remain tightly embracing one another, your lips now savoring his taste as he wastes no time to kiss you. And you kiss back just as easily, the makeout quickly heating up as you both let go.

It's all seems like a blur how you'd made your way over to the couch, your lips refusing to part Yoongi's even when you trip and your back sinks into the cushions, all while his body hovers straight on top of yours. It appears as if nobody's home, all the lights being off when you'd first unlocked the front door of the mansion with your own set of keys, your heart entirely content in the moment since Yoongi seems so into kissing you, quietly humming and smooching you as his tongue softly mingles in with yours.

"Do you wanna fuck? God, you're so hot."

He takes a quick pause to utter those words right before he swoops back down and starts making out with you again, his silky black hair whipping around on your forehead from the motion. Your body temperature keeps rising by the second, your head eagerly nodding in approval to his question, the want to feel Yoongi fuck you senseless getting stronger than ever.

And he does just that, staring at your naked body with an intimidating hunger while he remains on top, completely unashamed of thrusting in an out of you in the middle of your dad's living room with the bright ceiling lights on full blast. There's no romantic setting with candles or coddling with roses when it comes to being with Yoongi. He gives you exactly what you need, a good fuck with a passion that's indescribable, and without the unnecessary flattery that some girls love oh so much.

"Fuck... I'm so close."

You can practically feel your orgasm snatched away when Yoongi pulls out after hearing your comment, your mouth now wide open in shock.

"Bend over the couch."

You almost feel dirty as your palms dig into the couch, your ass angled up towards Yoongi so he can now stuff his rock solid cock into you, a scream escaping you when he does it effortlessly with no warning. The unholy sound of his balls slapping your ass echoes through the massive first floor of the house, your moans shortly mixing in with the noise as Yoongi keeps slamming into you at an overwhelming pace. He's begun grunting with each thrust, your core tightening when he reaches deeper and hits your g-spot, this angle more pleasurable than you'd anticipated.

"Fuckkkk."

You don't really hear him swear, a muffle resounding from his mouth instead as your orgasm gets you distracted. His movements slow down after the condom's filled with his cum too, his hand gently caressing your ass as if he's complimenting you for holding strong through the sex. But strong is the last thing you feel as your legs give out, your knees falling into the couch after Yoongi's pulled his length out of you, a soft chuckle parting from his lips when he observes your shaking body.

"You are perfect."

Those three words keep replaying in your mind even after Yoongi's kissed you goodbye, your feet now skipping up the stairs towards your bedroom while the big smile on your face refuses to wipe away. You lay out your pajamas on your bed, then happily grabbing your towel before heading to your bathroom for a quick shower to wash yourself clean.

The warm water trickling down your body relaxes your sore muscles, the calmness finally settling in your heart after an unimaginably exciting evening with Yoongi. But it isn't until you're out of the shower and patting yourself dry with the towel that the comforting silence gets disturbed, the door to the bathroom now slowly pushing open before Jungkook's lean body quietly slips in through the small slit.

"Oh my God! Jung-"

His palm curls around your mouth to hush your panic stricken yell, the towel falling down on the tile before Jungkook's chest bumps into your back. The fact that you're naked and exposed in front of your step bro like this almost paralyzes you with worry, but it's not like you haven't been intimate with him before, the memories of jacking him off just yesterday engulfing your mind as Jungkook wraps his other arm around your waist. He's deeply staring at every inch of your skin through the reflection in the mirror up ahead, his palm gradually pulling away from your mouth even though your chest's still heaving up and down from the embarrassment.

"I heard you guys downstairs... I was in my room, you know. You didn't think I'd let you go without finishing what we started, right? I owe you one."

He's obviously referring to the orgasm that he wasn't able to give you after Yoongi had untimely barged into Jungkook's room, the way Jungkook's lips are now trailing down your neck and warmly pressing a kiss on your shoulder melting you right up, against your own damn will that is.

Was this wrong? Probably. But were you going to stop him? Definitely not.

Your naked skin's starting to feel damp, a thin layer of vapor forming all over your body as you're still locked inside the congested bathroom. The steam from your shower's misted up the air within, Jungkook's own face feeling slippery from the condensation when you cup it with both palms, tongue down his throat without any thoughts clouding your mind. Your bare ass stings from the cold tile of the counter top when Jungkook grips your hips and plops you on top of it, his arms now tightly snaked around your body while your sensitive nipples graze against his soft gray t-shirt.

"We really shouldn't be doing this."

Jungkook totally ignores your comment, pressing his thin lips back onto yours to shut you up in between inhaling shortened breaths, both of your chests panting from the rising sexual needs. His mouth slowly trails down your chin to taste the gentle skin on your neck while also attempting to give you a small hickey. But you push him off just in time to avoid the suction of his lips, afraid a red mark on your neck would raise questions, especially from Yoongi and Jimin who'd obviously wonder how you're getting hickeys, and more so 𝘸𝘩𝘰 exactly is giving them to you.

A slight look of annoyance settles on Jungkook's face, his jawline flexing in frustration after you've pushed him off, the dangerous glint taking over those round eyes intimidating but also a huge turn on as he charges back towards you. But this time, your lips are the ones smooching his neck, a deep sigh and grunt escaping him from the pleasure you're giving him.

"Fuckk. Lemme eat you out."

You've clearly gotten him excited to the point where he wants to pleasure you without wanting anything in return, your core already clenching from imagining the way Jungkook's wet lips would feel on your clit. But your sudden gasp says it all, his lips parting yours and gaze observing how your body's begun to tremble from nervousness all together. You're no doubt feeling overwhelmed, the sex with Yoongi from just an hour ago still fresh in your mind, and now being with Jungkook shortly after is quite a lot.

"Hey are you ok? We don't have to do this right now."

It's almost weird to hear Jungkook care about you like this, his usual immature and horny ass behavior a noticeable contrast to the tending persona he's now displaying, your heart warming up to him in an instant as a cute look of concern flashes through his big bambi eyes. But before you can even answer to his whispers, an unexpected loud thud on the door makes you physically scream out in panic.

"Oh shit sorry, (y/n), is that you? I thought it was Jungkookie. How long you gonna be in there? My toilet's broken."

Jungkook's face immediately scrunches up with worry, his lips mouthing "Fuck! It's Jimin hyung" to you as your body becomes paralyzed in fear for what feels like a full minute. Why do people barge into each other in the most uninviting occasions in this household? It's like a joke at this point.

"Almost done! I'll be out soon."

Your natural instinct kicks in, your finger firmly pointing towards the shower curtain, then forcefully pushing Jungkook's back with your palm to urge him to hide behind the covers, all so Jimin can't see him.

"Kook, I swear to God if you utter a single word, I'm literally gonna-"

Your threatening whispers are hushed up by Jungkook's lips smooching yours, an unmistakable smile forming on his face before he nods at you with assurance, gently swiping the shower curtain closed to conceal himself. With a serious risk of heart failure about to consume you, you quickly pick up the towel from the floor, tucking in the corner fold in between your breasts after you've securely wrapped it around your body.

"Oh hey, sorry for taking long. Go ahead, the bathroom's all yours!"

Jimin mindlessly stares at you after you've swung the door open, the fake calm smile you're sporting fading when you notice his gaze falling down to your chest, your mind awkwardly feeling self conscience at the sight of Jimin observing your half naked body. His eyes appear droopy and red, slightly puffy too when he quickly snaps out of it and looks up into your eyes at the sound of you clearing your throat.

"It's cool, no worries. I'm sorry for scaring you."

He keeps it short, his shoulder brushing past your warm skin as he slips inside the bathroom, your palm clutching your stuttering chest before you start walking straight back into your bedroom, praying to God Jimin doesn't find Jungkook, who's still hiding behind the shower curtain.

You're so relieved to hear a lack of conversation, knowing perfectly well there'd be lots of shouting going on if Jungkook were to be busted, your ears still perked up as you quickly change into your pajamas. The quiet click of the bathroom door shutting, and Jimin's feet noisily strut down the hallway, fading away when he finally enters his room. But the silence is shortly disturbed when you hear the clear sound of sniffles, definitely coming from the shared wall in between your room and Jimin's room.

You bite down on your bottom lip, closing your eyes for a quick second when you feel your brain instructing you to check up on Jimin and see if he's ok. You know you need some time to yourself after this crazy night, but Jimin's been the sweetest step bro to you, unlike the chaos Yoongi and Jungkook seemed to have caused, and it's your job to protect Jimin back like he's always done for you. It wouldn't hurt to stop by his room.

"Hey, you ok?"

Jimin's sitting on the edge on his bed when you pop your head in through a gap in the door, his entire face buried in his palms while his elbows dig into his thighs, head hanging low while he sniffles again. You don't know why he's crying but it sucks so bad seeing him like this, your feet instantly walking in his direction and stopping only when you're right next to him.

"I caught her cheating on me. It's all over."

Your heart shatters after hearing Jimin's painful words, his voice heavy and nasally from all of the crying, his face cherry red in color when he finally pulls his palms off and dismally looks up into your pitiful gaze.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

A spike of heat rips through your chest from the anger you feel, the fact that Jimin's girlfriend had cheated on him seriously upsetting you as you sit down next to him on the edge of the bed too. Letting out a deep sigh, your arm consolingly curls around Jimin's shoulder, his head adorably tucking underneath your chin as he snuggles you tight. He's whimpering while a few more tears roll down his plump cheeks, your t-shirt starting to feel wet from the big blobs that keep dripping onto it.

"Maybe I just wasn't good enough. Maybe I could've done more for her."

"Don't say that... Hey, listen to me. What she did is awful and that's totally on her, ok? Please don't blame yourself for anything. You're an amazing person, Jimin. And you're so loved... by all of us."

Jimin sniffles even louder after hearing your words, his body starting to fully shake from the grief, so you hold him closer, both arms completely wrapped around him as his cheek deeply presses into your chest. You gently rub your palm up and down his bicep to get him to calm down, which he finally does after what feels like an hour of cuddles and comfort.

"You're so sweet, you know that? Thanks for this."

"You don't have to say thanks. I'm here for you."

Jimin begins to pull his head back from your embrace, his body weight slowly lifting off of you and now allowing you to breathe better.

"Oh, sorry for crushing you."

Jimin notices how sharply you're inhaling, your lungs expanding to make up for the lost air, your lips then parting in a grin when you see him shyly giggling from the guilt of suffocating you. It feels so great to see Jimin smile again, his tears unbearable to watch. Both your palms squish his cheeks and hold onto them, your thumbs then wiping away his tears as you warmly smile at him from the care you feel for him.

"Now promise me one thing. No more tears, ok?"

Jimin immediately beams at you and nods, his eyes traveling down to your lips soon after, making you feel a pang of nervousness as it hits you just how close your face actually is to his. And the way he now quickly leans in and pecks your lips gets you startled, your body still in shock when he pulls back and reads your expressions for a sign of approval.

"What- what was that for?"

"I just- I need a distraction... I don't want to think about anything."

You get what Jimin's saying, the desire to empty out your mind and have no thoughts something you're also wanting, especially after your insane encounters with Yoongi and Jungkook earlier in the night. You just never imagined kissing Jimin would help make those thoughts pause like they had, this entire act seeming quite counter productive as you're only adding another boy into the mix of your life. But Jimin's pouty lips remain close to yours, devilishly tempting you and winning you over.

It only takes a few seconds before Jimin's hand's already underneath your shirt, his palm softly moulding the shape of your breasts while his juicy lips stay attached to yours. You wonder how someone can have such soft lips, the plushiness a gift that you get to taste, the makeout heating you up as Jimin's thumb teasingly grazes your hardening nipple. Of course you aren't wearing a bra underneath your pajamas, the way you're sucking on your step bro's tongue a reroute from your original plan of crashing into your own bed for a good night's sleep. No point in having regrets now.

"Damn, you've got great tits."

You don't stop Jimin when he lifts your shirt up and off of you to get you topless, and you certainly give him permission to suck on your breasts, the soft pressure with which his tongue's circling your bud inducing shaky moans out of you. Your fingers run through his silky hair as he's bent down, face still buried in your cleavage while your eyes begin to close up.

"Having all the fun without me, I see."

Jungkook's sudden irritated voice startles both you and Jimin, your heads whipping towards the door where he's standing with his arms folded. Jimin quickly picks your shirt off the floor and respectfully covers your exposed chest up, his perplexed eyes widening in shock when Jungkook smirks and chuckles out loud, your own cheeks now burning bright pink.

"Oh don't worry, I've already seen her naked. I told you we hooked up."

"Well... why don't you join in then, Kook?"

break the ice; part 1.

jeon jungkook x fem!reader x park jimin

genre. hockey au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:

1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

warnings. thigh riding, sexting/phone sex, dirty talk, pillow riding 01 | 02 | 03

[5:45 PM] Jungkook —u r still cumming to the game tonight right?

[5:47 PM] You —cumming?? 🤔

[5:47 PM] Jungkook —i knew he was doing something shifty to my phone earlier…

[5:48 PM] You —who?!?!

[5:48 PM] Jungkook —that asshole taehyung is so sexy —wtf… taehyung is so sexy

[5:48 PM] You —oh i see…

[5:48 PM] Jungkook —TAEHYUNG IS NOT SEXY WTF

[5:51 PM] You —i already know the truth now, no need to deny it anymore

[5:52 PM] Jungkook  —shut up

[5:52 PM] You —and im cumming tonight!! —i would never miss my best friend win his first tournament trophy!!

[5:55 PM] Jungkook  —do u know anything bout hockey??? —if we win this game we have to win 3 more to win the cup…

[6:03 PM] You —I KNOW THAT YOU ASSHOLE!! —I’M JUST BEING OPTIMISTIC YOU PIECE OF SHIT

[6:05 PM] Jungkook —cool —can you pass by my dorm before you come here? —I left my mouthguard and helmet in my room

[6:07 PM] You —😒

[6:07 PM] Jungkook  —thanks Y/N!! —I love you!!!!! 💘💖💗💏

Monday - Game One

There were many, many times when you ask yourself why Jeon Jungkook had the title of Y/N’s Best Friend ™, and this was one of them. You were perfectly fine with going to his dorm to get the equipment he had forgotten even though it’s out the way, the opposite direction from where you needed to be – your University’s hockey rink – after your long, busy, and not to mention draining shift at work was done. It was no inconvenience, not at all.

But now, there you are, standing outside the home team’s changing room, hearing the rambunctious voices and laughter coming from the other side of the door, as you looked down on your phone with a frustrated expression. You had texted Jungkook that you were there and that he should meet you outside so you could give him his stuff, but he had a different suggestion.

[7:37 PM] Jungkook —just come in

Gritting your teeth together, you send him a few angry texts telling him that you couldn’t do that and why. They go unanswered, and you contemplate on just leaving his stuff in front of the door and just text him that it’s there. But then you remember that Jungkook was probably freaking out about the upcoming match, the first of the final games that could name Yonsei University as the Champion of the National Korean University Hockey Cup – the first time in 10 years, and against Yonsei University’s fiercest rival, Korea University, as well. The whole school is counting on the Yonsei’s men’s hockey team to win so they can rub it into the faces of the Korea University students who have been on their high horses for far too long, thinking that they’re so much better than the students at your school.

So you’re going to give Jungkook a break – just this once.

With a deep breath – and boy you need it, because the youngest player was still in his high school AXE spray phase – you turn the knob of the door and open it, taking your first step into the loud and musky-smelling changing room. As you walk through the room to find your best friend, whistles and catcalls can be heard from every direction.

“Y/N, baby, smile for us!” You hear Kim Jonghyun (Jong3) call out, probably because of the unamused expression on your face. You don’t do as he says, choosing to stick your tongue out instead and that makes him laugh, smacking the arm of the poor, unsuspecting rookie, Lee Donghyuck, beside him.

In just under a minute, you hear every sickly pet name a guy could say to a girl – baby, sweetie, honey, sugar, angel, my little broccoli (Yugyeom is a weird one), baby doll, baby girl, babyface, babe, bae, and did you already mention, baby? - and if it were any other guys but the Yonsei’s men’s hockey team, you would have been putty in their hands. But alas…

Okay, sure, they were all good looking and they all have incredible bodies, but you knew them all too well. They were like 18 brothers from 17 other mothers.

“Y/N! You naughty girl! I knew you couldn’t get enough of me!” a fully nude man by the name of Kim Taehyung says, blocking your path with his legs spread far apart and his hands on his hips. He wiggles his brows up and down, smirking, and it takes a lot of effort to not look at the thing dangling between his legs. Okay, you can’t call this one your brother because the two of you kind of did the ol’ roll in the hay, like two bunnies in heat, once before.

“If we win today, you’ll make my night again, right? Like you had many times before,” he whispers in your ears, occupying your space.

“It was only two times!” You whisper back harshly, looking around to see if anyone had heard.

Fine, it was twice. But never again.

You heave a sigh of relief when you see that no one overheard, they were all too busy in their own conversations (but let’s be real, the other boys probably already know).

“You had fun though, don’t lie,” Taehyung says with a giggle. You ponder it for a moment, and yeah… You guess he was right. But you shrug, not wanting his ego to inflate even more.  Winking, he adds, “I had fun too…”

The dark chuckle that falls out your mouth as you shake your head while looking down, hair falling to your face, had Taehyung shivering in fear – or was it arousal? He concludes that it was definitely a mix of both.

“Taehyung, sweetie…” You begin, bending down to pick up a skate close to you, still avoiding looking at his little friend. When you’re up again, you begin to slide off the skate’s guard seductively and Taehyung follows the way your hand grips on it tight, his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow. “If you don’t move out of my way right now –“ Your eyes finally flick down to his length, involuntarily biting your bottom lip at the sight of it. You clear your throat after realizing what you had done, gaze quickly flicking up to see Taehyung licking his lips seductively.

“I will cut your dick off,” you finish, making his eyes widen in shock.

The captain of the team,Kim Jonghyun (Jong1, or JR), hurries over when he hears this, snatching the skate out your hands. “Hey, hey, hey… I don’t think Jooheon wants the blood of Taehyung’s dick all over his skates-“

“Definitely not!” Jooheon calls from across the room, grooming his hair up in front of the mirror (what for? You had no clue, it’ll be covered with a helmet anyway…).

Jong1 chuckles, then slaps a hand down on Taehyung’s shoulder, squeezing hard so the boy finally snaps out of his shock daze to look at him, “- and we still need this one to win the championship, unfortunately,” he gives you a wide smile, “- but when the games are over, feel free to cut his dick away!”

“Hey!” Taehyung pouts. “So you think that’s all I’m good for?”

Jong1 ignores him to continue, “The Golden Boy is in the shower, that’s who you’re looking for right?”

As some of the boys snicker at the words ‘golden’ and ‘shower’ being used so closely to each other, you shake your head, looking at the backpack hanging on your shoulder. “I just need to drop off some of his stuff and I’ll be off on my merry way.”

“Oh, in that case, you already know which locker is his,” Jong1 says as he pushes Taehyung and himself out of the way so you can walk by. You say your thanks to the captain, then headed for Jungkook’s locker at the back of the room, hearing Taehyung ask no one in particular behind you, “Is it weird that what she said turned me on?”

You set down your backpack down on Jungkook’s designated locker/stall when you get there, his jersey - #19 – hanging on the hook in front of you. Sitting in the stall beside Jungkook’s was the team’s left defence, Hong Jonghyun (Jong2), and the only one who is almost ready to step into the rink, already tightening up his skates.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He asks, grinning.

“Good, tired, excited,” you reply, grinning back as you unzip your backpack to take out Jungkook’s helmet and mouthguard case. “How about you?”

“Excited, tired, good,” he says, chuckling. “Hey, you’ll be sitting with Yura, right?”

You smile wide, nodding while you place Jungkook’s things on the bench. “Yeah, of course!”

He nods slowly, lips pursing as he starts to reach into his left pocket.

“In that case, can you give her this…” He asks. With another nod, you wait for him to give you whatever it is he wanted Yura to have. He finally fishes it out of his pocket and holds it out for you. Your mouth drops, eyes wide at the black lacy thong that’s dangling in front of you. Jong2 realizes his mistake, stuffing it back in his pocket. “Shit, sorry!”

You laugh awkwardly. “I was going to sa—”

And then he was dangling another pair of panties in front of you, this time bright red and silky. “This is clean, don’t worry. The other one is the… lucky one.”

Letting out a disgusted ‘eugh’, you quickly snatch the underwear from him. You didn’t want the other boys to see your friend’s undergarment. Stuffing it into the front pockets of your backpack, you narrow your eyes at Jong2 as you say, “You mean it’s the used, dirty one.”

“Tomato, tomato.”

You hear an amused laugh from behind you. “You’re disgusting, hyung.”

Turning to face your best friend, you were greeted with the sight of him with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist – his well-defined chest glistening and his still slightly damp hair dripping droplets of water on the ground. Your eyes trail over him from chest to toe for just a quick second, before your looking into his big brown eyes.

“Your things are over there,” You tell Jungkook as you flick your gaze to the bench then back on him. “You owe me one.”

Then without warning, you reached your hand over to him, pinching and twisting his left nipple as you beam up at him, “Good luck, Jungkookie!”

He yelps just as you let go, cackling and already walking away.

“Hey! What the hell, Y/N?!” Jungkook screeches, but there’s a way too amused grin on his face for anyone to believe that he was seriously mad. One of his hands cups his chest, rubbing at the tingling and sensitive area that you had just touched while he bites his bottom lip, a faint pink coloring his complexion as he watches you give words of encouragement and inside jokes to his teammates before finally leaving the room. He giggles, shaking his head, only to catch Jong2’s eyeing him, the latter’s gaze going from his eyes to the bottom half of him.

“What?” Jungkook asks a little too defensively, turning his body away from the left defence’s sight, but he knows he has already been caught.

Jong2 laughs, standing up to clap a hand on Jungkook’s back. “You should go take care of that, Jeon.”

Jungkook grumbles incoherent curses under his breath, but turns around to head back into the shower room. Being hard while on the ice is uncomfortable as fuck.

The stadium stands were already quite full when you arrive, but you knew that there is a seat saved for you so you weren’t worried. You make a beeline to the front, passing by a few of your classmates that say their hello. It seems like every student at your school was there, wanting to be a part of history – to say that they were there at the first game that Yonsei University had finally beat Korea University. Of course, there were a few Korea University students in the stands as well, wearing their school colors of crimson and beige. Although small in numbers, they looked so smug. Like they knew that their team was definitely going to win tonight’s game. It makes you frown deeply, giving the stink eye to anyone adorning the opposing team’s color.

“Y/N! Over here!”

Stink eye and scowl dissolving into a cheerful smile, your eyes find the girl who called your name. She waves excitedly, her yellow-blonde shoulder length hair bounces as she does so. With a wave, you make your way to Hyoyeon and the other girls sitting in the front row, right beside the boards of the rink, the best seats in the house.

The spot they saved for you was in between Hyoyeon and Solji and the middle of all four girls, and when you sat down, the former was already offering the bag of her favorite sour cherry candy towards you, so you take one to pop it in your mouth. As you chew, you discreetly take the piece of clothing that Jong2 gave you earlier before setting your backpack down beside your feet. You reach across Solji so you can give it to Yura. You tried to do it discreetly but the girl just grabs it, holding it up in front of her just like Jong2 did, so shamelessly.

“That motherfucker! I was looking for this one!” Yura shrieks. She then leans to get closer to you, asking, “And he has another one doesn’t he?”

You nod. “Yeah, a black lacy one.”

She gasps, scandalized by the information. “Then that asshole has two! He asked for my frilly baby blue ones on Sunday!”

Solji takes the red thong from Yura. “These are so cute! Where’d you get them?”

Already on her phone to text Jong2 some angry messages, Yura answers absentmindedly, “I think those are from Chuu.”

Hyoyeon frowns at that. “Ugh, I hate their underwear. So uncomfortable.”

“Right?” Yuri, who was beside Hyoyeon, agrees. She holds her nose up high, humming. “And I would never give the boys my underwear. All of mine are from La Perla.”

“All of mine are from La Perla,” Solji mocks teasingly, the high pitch of her usually low voice and the funny face she pulled makes you giggle. “Come on, Yul, everyone here already knows you don’t wear underwear.”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “I never said I wore them, did I? They’re just in my drawers as an aesthetic thing.”

You sigh, green with jealousy. “Man, I wish I could own $500 underwear just for aesthetic reasons.”

“Bitch, you could!” Hyoyeon exclaims, arm jerking back causing the sour candies to hit the couple sitting behind her. They glare at her, but Hyoyeon is too focused on you to care. “Remember Kim Joonmyeon, the left wing forward for Kyung Hee University? He is loaded and he wanted to take you out! But nooooooo, our little Y/N didn’t want to go out with one of the hottest players in the league!”

“What about the captain of Konkuk University’s team? Min…” Yura trails off, forgetting the name.

“YOONGI!” Solji provides for her, remembering the sexy, broody captain whose team played against Yonsei a couple months ago at a practice match.

“Yes, Min Yoongi!” Yura exclaims, looking from Solji then to you. “He wanted you too, didn’t he? How did you have the heart to reject him? HE IS SO HOT!”

“And you can’t forget Lee Taemin! Didn’t he and Yoongi fight for your attention- like, literally?” Hyoyeon ask. Ah… The infamous Yoongi and Taemin brawl on the ice – when in the middle of the game, the two boys - who are on the same team - fought each other until they were pulled apart with purple bruises and bleeding cuts on their pretty faces. Needless to say, you never called either of them after that.

“Or what about —“

“Okay, guys! I get it! I’m irresistible!” you say over Yura, earning the giggles from the other girls.

“Y/N… You could have been an Official Puck Bunny girl months ago,” Yuri says with a sad sigh.

“A year ago, even!” Solji states.

“Hey! I like my unofficial title!” You say, grinning.

Hyoyeon pouts, grabbing your arm with both her hands. “But it would be so fun if you were official! We could all…”

As Hyoyeon lists out the reasons why you should be an Official Puck Bunny girl, you reminisce the days you started becoming friend with these weird but amazing group of girls. It was two years ago when Jungkook got into the hockey team. Being his best friend, you started going to almost every practice and games that you were able to attend – and the four girls were always there (before there was 5 of them – but the lovely Kim Yujin had graduated last year). For the first few times you saw them, you never had the nerve (or the care) to approach them, and vice versa. But their curiosity got the better of them, they had seen you many times with the rookie at the time, the one the other’s called ‘The Golden Boy’, that they wanted to know more about you – and him, of course. Yuri – being the most straightforward – sat down beside you two months after the first time they saw you, asking your name. And that was the start.

After that initial introduction, they started calling you over to join them more often. Soon enough, they realized they weren’t too interested in Jungkook (“Oh my god! He’s a baby!” Solji had cried with a shudder when you told them a story about Jungkook not knowing who the Spice Girls are) but they were more keen in getting to know you. So they let you in as an unofficial member of their little club. They called themselves ‘The Ice Bunny Hoppers’, a group dedicated to sleeping with the men from the ice hockey league. They said that every University had a group like theirs.

There were rules that they abide by, rules that they share with the other girls (and boys) from other schools. Rules that were meant to be followed to a T:

1.     You have to love hockey. No exceptions.

2.     You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers.

3.     And most importantly, have fun!

For you to become an official Puck Bunny, you had to fulfill rule number 2, only needing one more notch on your belt. You had slept with Taehyung, of course, and during high school, you were going out with Im Jaebum, the captain of your high school’s hockey team. If it weren’t your connection with Jaebum, you would have never been friends with Jungkook – seeing as your best friend was two years younger than you and the only thing you had in common with him at the time was that he was on the hockey team with your boyfriend.

So those were the two hockey players you’ve slept with, but you had no intentions of sleeping with any other. Both those boys were too much for you to handle – personality and ego-wise. The sex was amazing though.

So you know you’re never going to be an official Puck Bunny girl, never ever.

But you hold no judgment against the girls because all the boys in every hockey team you’ve seen playing in the University League tournament are so damn gorgeous

Although, if you were to pick a sports team at your school to ‘ho around’ for, it would be the swim team. The men’s relay team consisted of Nam Joohyuk, Kim Jisoo, Seo Kangjoon and Kim Seokjin. For those four, you’ll be the #1 water bunny – if that term even exists.

Your fleeting daydream about getting simultaneously gangbanged by the four hot swimmers was rudely disturbed when Yuri’s shrill shrieks fill your ears. With the palm of your hands pressed to your ears, you look around and see the everyone was doing the same, so you turn your attention towards the rink. While you were too busy daydreaming, the light display of your school’s emblem had already started flashing on the ice – the introductions were about to begin.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your home team – The Yonsei Eagles!” The announcer calls.

One by one, each member of the Yonsei University’s men’s hockey team steps into the rink. They skate around leisurely, waving to the boisterous cheering attendees that were there to support them.

“On goal tonight is #30 – Kim Taehyung!”

When his name was called, Taehyung goes to the centre of the rink and slides across the ice on his knees. When he stops, he smiles his rectangle smile with his eyes squeezed shut and a peace sign held close to his face, the audience laugh and cheer him on loudly.

“On left defence, #2 Hong Jonghyun, and on right defence, #10 Lee Jooheon!”

The two defencemen meet in the middle, high-fiving each other and then they join Taehyung at the left side of the rink.

“And our left wing forward is #3 Kim Jonghyun!”

Jong3 skates to the middle, bowing and blowing a kiss to the audience, and even the girls cheering for the rival team swoon at the sight of him.

“And now give it up for the center forward, #19 Jeon Jungkook!”

The crowd goes wild for Jungkook – he is the Golden Boy after all. He skates a full lap around the rink so dangerously fast that if you didn’t know him any better you would have been concerned that he will wipe out and break his back. Of course, his speed still worries you, but you’ve seen him do it so many times that you don’t hold your breath over it anymore. He zips past you, waving with a huge smile on his face, before skidding to a halt at the centre. Jungkook loves the attention, and he truly basks in it, nodding and smiling as the crowd kept on cheering him on. You roll your eyes as you clap, and when he looks your way, you couldn’t stop yourself from shouting, “Jeon Jungkook, your conceited ass better score some goals!”

Jungkook laughs when hears, giving you a thumbs up before joining the others.

“And finally, last but not least, right wing and team captain, #1 – Kim Jonghyun, otherwise known as JR!”

The handsome captain skates to the middle, waving to the crowd. Solji was screaming the loudest; and when he finds her eyes and winks, her screams resound a treble higher - if that was even humanly possible. He then skates to the side so he can be with the rest of his team, completing the lineup.

And as soon as he joins them, the Korea University players step into the rink to do their own introduction. The crowd was at a 50/50, half cheering and half jeering. The girls you were with cheer them on, they don’t discriminate against rival teams – that would make their player pool quite low if they did that. You choose to just clap languidly.

You weren’t paying much attention to their lineup, the most you listened to was that their goalie was named Park Chanlee – or was it Chanyeol? Honestly, you didn’t really care… That is until a blond haired beautiful Adonis-like man skates past you, staring right into your eyes with a casual and flirty smirk on his beautiful face. Wait, did you already say beautiful? Because that’s what he is, so freaking beautiful.

After that, your gaze never strays from him, and you watch him skate around and around – more like a figure skater than a hockey player, so graceful and beautiful (there’s that word again) - until finally, his name was called.

“And left wing, #7 – Park Jimin!”

Wait a second… that name sounded so familiar.

“Holy shit?! That’s Park Jimin?!” You say out loud, in pure disbelief. Shy, brown-haired and cute Park Jimin? No, no, it can’t be.

“It’s funny how a couple coats of bleach in your hair can change your whole persona, huh?” Solji mumbles, agreeing with you. She shifts her eyes to Hyoyeon. “Hyoyeon’s another example of that.”

“Hey! I was always a sex goddess!” Hyoyeon argues back.

“I have pictures that say otherwise,” Yuri sing-songs, holding up her phone that probably contains 19 years’ worth of blackmail material.

As the two girls argue amongst each other, you hold onto Solji’s arm, looking away from Jimin, who was now at the lineup on the other side of the rink, to peer up at your friend, “How is that possible? When they were here for practice game just 7 months ago, he couldn’t even look at any girl because he was so shy! He couldn’t even look at his team manager!”

Solji shrugs. “I don’t know. Why are you so curious?” She raises her eyebrows, at the faint rosy blush across your complexion. “Oh, I see! You think he’s a hottie!”

Yura leans over, smiling deviously, “I think you’re finally going to earn your official title, Y/N!”

“No, no I’m not!” You say quickly, and then you address Solji’s statement next, “And no I don’t…”

“Oh, really? Not even when Park Jimin can’t stop staring at you?” Yura asks, batting her eyelashes innocently, then both your line of sight goes the golden haired boy across the rink.

And she was right, he was staring at you. Quite intensely as well.

When he sees your eyes were also on him, he bites down on his plush bottom lip before flashing you a panty-dropping lopsided smirk.

The audible swallow you take doesn’t go unnoticed by the mama of your group.

“Sploosh,” Solji jokes, nudging your arm with her elbow. “How wet are you right now, Y/N?”

“Wet?! What?! How does he look?! I’m not wearing my contacts!” Hyoyeon cries in disappointment.

Scoffing, you don’t answer. But when you sat down when they start setting up for the game and getting into their starting position, you realize that with just that look alone, you were very wet indeed. And because of that, you had a hard time taking your eyes off of Jimin the entire game. Even when your best friend scores the winning goal of the night, your eyes stayed on Jimin and the disappointed, defeated look on his gorgeous features.

The thought of bending down on your knees in front of him to make him feel better crossing your mind.

It was chilly outside after the game, and as you wait for Jungkook beside a pillar close to the front entrance of the sports center, shivering and teeth gritting together, you wonder what was taking him so long when almost all of his teammates were already outside talking with the girls or had gone home. The only other one missing was Jong1, and since Solji was missing as well you had an inkling that the captain was getting a victory blowjob somewhere nearby.

For some odd reason, the other girls had told you to stand alone by yourself, and whenever someone would try to approach you to start a conversation (like Taehyung and the two brothers, Doyoung and Gongmyung) they would instantly call them over to talk to them instead. It was very strange; you wonder what they were planni—

“Hey, it looks like you need this.”

In the middle of texting Jungkook ‘HURRY THE FUCK UP’, you peer away from glaring at your phone to the hot pack being held out for you to take. Your gaze travels up, only to find yourself staring eye to eye with Mr. Beautiful himself, Park Jimin. The crease between your eyebrows softens in an instant and you swiftly nod because it’s true, your hands were freezing. Jimin’s face breaks into a cute grin as he shakes the hot pack again and you take it from him, a small ‘thank you’ slipping from your lips.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He asks, but you’re sure he already knows the answer.

“Yes, I am…” Brows drawn together, you drawl out, “And you’re… Park Jimin? Right?”

“Yeah,” nodding, Jimin’s grin widens. “I’m surprised you know my name.”

You managed to bite your tongue and not say ‘well they did announce it before the game started’, the image of Hyoyeon in your head scolding you to ‘not be such a bitch all the time – especially when talking to a hot guy’. Then Yura’s face pops up beside Hyoyeon’s – like two shedevils on your shoulder - screaming for you to stroke his ego. “Yeah, well…You were one of the best players on your team.” You feign shyness, biting down on your bottom lip before saying, “It was hard to take my eyes off of you.”

The visible bob of Jimin’s Adam’s apple at the hard swallow that he takes makes you giggle internally. Boys are way too easy to please and easy to tease.

Nervously, Jimin licks his lips as fumbles to get his phone from his pocket, stammering as he chokes out, “Can I h-have your number?!”

You wanted to make him sweat a bit, pretending to contemplate as you stare hard at the phone in his hand – but you already know that you wanted to give it to him. How can you resist?

Once you actually see him start to perspire slightly on his forehead, that’s when you hold out your hand with a tilt of your head and Jimin’s eyes lights up as he places his phone on top of your open palm. Chuckling, you enter your contact information, adding your favorite emoji beside your name before you hand it back to him.

Jimin stuffs the phone back into his pockets, the pleased smile on his face rounding his rosy cheeks. Then he takes you by surprise by taking both your hands in his, leaning his head down as his eyes peers up into yours through pretty, long eyelashes. You were flabbergasted, particularly when his lovely, plump mouth gapes open slightly to start blowing out his hot breath onto your freezing fingers, warming them up. It wasn’t only your hands that felt the effect, your face also starts to heat up, and more so, the heat between your legs. Discreetly, you rub your thighs together, and a soft moan accidentally leaves you when his soft lips come in contact with the side of your thumb.

Jimin stops what he was doing to smirk when he hears you, straightening up as he gently lets go of your hands. They fall uselessly to your side, the left one still holding onto the heat pack he gave you, but it felt more like a stress ball by the way you were gripping so tightly onto it – aroused and frustrated beyond belief.

“You have to keep warm, okay Y/N? I would hate for you to get sick,” Jimin says with an exaggerated frown. He then closes the space between you, hot breath once again on you but this time on the shell of your ear. You deeply breathe him in and he smelled absolutely divine, like dark chocolate and patchouli; and you hear him groan because he can smell you as well – bergamot, vanilla, and the scent of the wetness pooling underneath your jeans. He pushes his thigh in between your legs, rubbing against the fabric of jeans. He doesn’t stop moving his leg back and forth, the friction now being felt completely by your sensitive core. You whimper keenly as your hands come up to hold onto his muscular shoulders, all the while in his raspy Busan dialect, Jimin whispers in your ears, “Maybe when you get home, you can warm yourself up by touching yourself. I can already feel how hot and wet you are. I bet that your fingers will warm right up when you put them in that pretty spot in between your legs, hmm?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut.

“I want to hear you, baby girl…”

Not wanting him to stop, especially not after hearing him call you that baby girl, you answer raggedly, “Y-yes.”

But Jimin backs away just when you start to try to grind into him, and you quickly open your eyes, disappointment evident in your features. Ignoring your obvious need, Jimin just smiles so wide that his eyes turn to crescents, and in a cheerful tone – like he hadn’t just whispered dirty things into your ears, like he hadn’t just given you metaphorical blue balls - he says, “It was nice meeting you, Y/N!”

You swallow hard as you stare at him unblinking, still heavily breathing and still slightly dazed as you nod your head. “Y-yeah, you too.”

It’s only when he jogs away that you realized that you weren’t even pissed off that he left you hanging, you were just more turned on. And you also realized that in just a matter of seconds, Jimin had managed to turn the situation around – you became the flustered, stuttering mess while he became the confident one in control. And your final realization was that you were willing to ride his thigh out in the open with so many people around.

Now all of that was surprising.

Once you got your head together, you look towards to the spot where your friends were before Jimin had arrived, and sure enough, the girls were still there, all staring at you with parted mouths and eager rounded eyes. The only upside was that the boys they were with didn’t seem to have witnessed your interaction with the opposing team’s left winger, all too busy horsing around with each other.

But oh god, the girls are never going to let you live this down.

And with a beckon of Yuri’s perfectly manicured hand, you make your way towards them, feet dragging on the ground. There’s no way of getting out of this…

Your walk of shame was interrupted when an arm wraps around loosely on the back of your shoulders, and you peer to the side to see the bunny grin of your best friend. Before you can say anything, you see a girl walking by his side, clearly walking with him. She takes a couple steps ahead and turns around to face the two of you, and you all stop in your tracks.

“I’ll see tomorrow, Jungkook!” the pretty short-haired girl says to your best friend, fluttering her eyelashes prettily. Then her gaze pierces you for a second before it softens to look at Jungkook again. “I had a nice time getting to know you!”

“Yeah, it was great getting to know you as well, Eunha!” Jungkook says happily, flashing her a wide, beautiful smile that exposed all his pearly whites. You look between them, feeling a bit awkward, and even more when she walks away, looking back one more time to do a telephone signal with her fingers, and she mouths with a wink, “Call me.”

Jungkook whistles loudly, staring brazenly at the swaying backside of the girl walking away, then he turns towards you, smirking with a single eyebrow raised, “She’s cute, huh?”

You shake your head in utter disbelief – not because of the girl, but because he kept you waiting to do god knows what with that girl. “Yeah, she’s cute. But didn’t we have a deal that if you were ever to stick around after the game, that you had to text me to LET ME KNOW, instead of me waiting out here in the freezing cold for your horny ass?!”

“We didn’t do anything! We just talked!” Jungkook insists, and you roll your eyes. Sure…

“Okay, whatever, just text me nex—“

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” You were interrupted by Yura, coming up to jab her index finger on Jungkook’s chest. “WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH HER?!”

The rest of the girls and the members of the hockey that were still around all surround the two of you as well. The other girls looked as pissed off as Yura, and the boys were giving Jungkook sympathetic looks.

As Jungkook tries to give them the same implausible explanation he just told you, you knew that your indiscretion with Jimin was now old news. Because if there’s one thing that your friends can’t shut up about, it would have to be the girls who wore the ‘lone bunny’ badge proudly, without a care or shame.

And that’s exactly who Jung Eunha is - a lone bunny.

And even worse… A lone bunny from Korea University.

“Can you believe them? How is it even any of their business who the hell I talk to?” Jungkook whines, hands gripping firmly onto the steering wheel of his car out of irritation.

“I mean… if you felt that strongly about it, why didn’t you defend yourself?” you ask absentmindedly, your attention more focused on your phone that still hasn’t received any messages from a certain blond-haired Sex God than Jungkook’s dilemma. It’s not like you to be like this, but Jimin has you obsessively checking your phone every second like lovestruck idiot – scratch that, luststruck idiot.

“I tried!”

You shoot him a look as you put your phone back in your pocket, and Jungkook feels your piercing gaze on him, knowing you well enough to know exactly which of your many ‘looks’ you were throwing him even though his eyes were on the road. It was the ‘Cut the Bullshit’ look. “Alright, alright… maybe I didn’t, but why do I even need to defend myself? Eunha’s harmless…”

You agree with him; the girls were a being a little too much. But since you’re not really an official member of the puck bunny club, problems such as ‘the lone bunny’ girls didn’t really matter to you.

Hold on… Weren’t you basically like Eunha if you go after Jimin?

You quickly take out your phone (still no text from Jimin…) and sent a message to the groupchat with the girls.

[11:46 PM] Hyoyeon —nope, you’re good! —No one has dibs on him ^^

[11:47 PM] You —okay… good —wait who has dibs on jungkook??????

[11:48 PM] Yura —you…

[11:48 PM] You —hardy har har, very funny… —no seriously, someone has dibs on JK?!?

[11:49 PM] Solji —jennie kim from snu —and also…you

[11:49 PM] You —JENNIE KIM THE BEAUTY QUEEN?? —WANTS JUNGKOOK!? —I’M SHOOKED —*SHOCKED —AND SHOOK —I DON’T HAVE DIBS ON JUNGKOOK, STOP THAT!

[11:50 PM] Yuri —yeah you do —has jimin txted yet?

[11:51 PM] You —no :’(

Disappointingly even two hours later after Jungkook drops you off at home and after you do your usual nightly routine, your phone was still absent from any message from Jimin. You were starting to lose hope that he was going to contact you at all. You were getting tons of messages from other people though; the girls were blowing up your phone, asking for updates you couldn’t give them, and Kim Taehyung was drunk texting you again - nothing naughty, he was just sending you videos of kittens again.

But it was when you were comfortably in bed and ready to go to sleep when your phone buzzed with a new text. You were expecting to see another link to another cat video or another one of Yura’s many selfie with Jong2 but no it wasn’t. It was a text from Jimin.

It jolts you wide awake, and your heart beat accelerates when you read the message:

[1:32 AM] Jimin —hey Y/N :)

Tuesday - Game Two

The next day around noon, Jungkook picks you up in front of your apartment to carpool to the game together. He was a bit more relaxed today, the win still pulsing adrenaline through his veins, and he was eager to talk to you more about it. You were too tired to celebrate with him and some of his teammates last night, the girls had ordered him to take you straight home before going to the bar and you insist that you were fine to come along but they weren’t having it. Jungkook has always been a bit terrified of his noonas, and especially more after the earful they gave him about talking to Eunha, so Jungkook did what he was told. But you did give him a long tight hug and a kiss on his cheek to congratulate him before you left and that was honestly better than any other congratulations that he received yesterday.

He was still smiling just thinking about - a stupid, love-stricken smile.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees you coming out of the front doors of the apartment building, and so he looks into the rear view mirror to fix his hair, parting his bangs a bit to the side.

He should have detected your foul mood as soon as you entered his car, slamming the door closed and tugging the seat belt with such force that maybe any harder, it would have torn right off the car. But he didn’t, and instead gleefully bids you a good morning.

“Morning…” You reply brusquely.

Finally, he notices the bags under your eyes and irritation laced in your tone. Frowning, he asks, “What up with you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grunt, turning on the radio to stop him from prying any further.

But Jungkook shuts off the radio, causing you to glare at him. “Just tell me.”

“Seriously, Jungkook… Just leave it.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens. Shit, you seemed angry with him. He knew he shouldn’t have listened to Taehyung… That asshole was probably trying to sabotage any chance that Jungkook has with you – if he had any in the first place.

“Please don’t tell me you’re also pissed off at me for talking to Eunha last night…” He says with a lick of his lips. Grinning playfully your way, he adds, “You don’t have to be jealous! I told you nothing happened!”

Jealous?! You shake your head, now even more annoyed than before. “Jungkook, I really couldn’t care less about who the fuck you talk to, or screw, or whatever… Not everything that’s happening in my life is about you.”

Startled at the way you snapped at him, Jungkook’s mouth gapes open slightly, staring at you while his eyebrows knit closer together. When you refused to look at him, Jungkook scoffs, starting his car and starting to get pissed off himself. “Geez, sorry for asking! I just wanted to make sure everything was cool between us. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Is that so fucking terrible of me?”

Silent tension fills the air between the two of you as Jungkook drives towards the sports centre, the game once again on home ice. Neither of you even bothered to turn the radio back on, both seething quietly to yourselves.

It takes ten minutes for you to break the silence, feeling cruel for taking out your bad mood on Jungkook. He has so many things that he is probably worried about, you didn’t want to be another one of them. You turn to him, expression remorseful, “Look Kook… I’m just having a really bad day. I’m really sorry that I took it out on you… Please forgive me?”

From the corner of his eyes, Jungkook sees that you were giving him your signature adorable puppy-like eyes that he could never ever say no to. He has tried many times, believe him, but his effort always futile.

“Fine…” Jungkook relents. “But only if you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just frustrated.”

“Frustrated?”

Nodding, you answer nonchalantly, “Yeah, I really need to get laid. Masturbating isn’t cutting it anymore…”

The car comes to a screeching halt, and you both lunge forward, getting whiplashed. You groan, massaging the back of your neck before you turn to Jungkook to ask him if he was okay, but he beats you to it.

“Fuck, sorry!” Jungkook apologizes, eyes widening with worry. He reaches over to clasp a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?! Fuck, I’m really, really sorry.”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod. You were panic stricken, causing you to take short, fast breaths that makes your chest heave in a way that makes Jungkook focus on them. “What about you?! What the hell happened?”

Snapping out of it, Jungkook snatches his hand away from you and place them back on the wheel, feeling his face heat up. How can he explain that the reason for the sudden break was because he was picturing you, in your bed, naked, touching yourself, and begging for him? No, he can’t tell you that! “I… I saw a chipmunk on the road.”

“A chipmunk?” You repeat, looking around to see any sight of a small furry creature, feeling uneasy. “Did you… Did you hit it?!”

“No! I stopped just in time!” Jungkook exclaims, and you sigh with relief with a hand over your heart.

As Jungkook starts driving again, you’re back to your happy and talkative self, changing the subject completely away from the chipmunk and about you being sexually frustrated, which Jungkook was glad for.

Because like he mentioned before, being hard while on the ice is uncomfortable as fuck.

You meet up with the girls at a table by one of the many food stands inside the building. They excitedly bombard you with a million questions about what happened last night, all of them about Jimin and if he had texted you.

In a clearly disappointed voice, you answer, “Yeah… He did.”

Looking at each other, the girls start to worry at the sight of your slumped shoulders and obvious dejection. Before they can ask, you hand them your phone to let them see for themselves the conversation that occurred last night – or more accurately, very early this morning, that has left you feeling exasperated.

“What the hell is this?” Hyoyeon grimaces as she squints at your phone. You shrug, not really knowing how to answer her. Yura peers over Hyoyeon’s shoulder to read the texts you received from Jimin at one in the morning.

“’What kind of music do you like?’!? ‘Haha, I like Arctic Monkeys too!’?! ‘Have you heard— Okay, I can’t read this anymore!” Yura says as she throws her hands up, completely appalled with what she had just read. “He’s so… boring. How can someone so hot be so boring?!”

“’How can someone text you at that time of day just to ask such pedestrian things?’ is a better question,” Yuri throws in. She sighs as she pats your back to comfort you. “This is so disappointing… Here we thought he turned into a Sex God but I guess we were wrong.”

“No one – and I mean no one - can turn into a Sex God overnight,” Solji tells her four deflated and disillusioned friends, her voice so sure. “By looks, maybe… but at the very core where it matters the most? Not likely!”

“But you didn’t see him last night Solji!” Yura cries, shaking Solji by her shoulders. “He was practically fucking Y/N with his glorious thighs out in the open!”

“SHHH! Yura, not so loud!” you beg, pressing a finger on her baby pink coated mouth and she darts her tongue out, licking you. With a glare and a grimace, you wipe your finger on a paper napkin as Yura giggles to herself. After scrubbing your hands clean with the bottle of overly lemon-scented hand sanitizer that Solji had quickly handed you (which Yura was highly offended by but the oldest just shrugs, replying, “We all know where that tongue has been!”), you sigh, “But… yeah… I was really looking forward to… I don’t know…” You’re at a loss for words. After the whole exchange after the game last night, you were hoping for something more… Sexual with Jimin. It’s cute that he is trying to get to know you better, but…

“Come on, forget about him,” Solji says as she hands you the hot dog that you had ordered. You stare at the phallic shaped food, sulking, and she continues, “There are plenty of other guys. Don’t get hung up on this one.”

“Mhm… Oh! Wendy told me that their centre is really good in bed,” Yura relays the knowledge she obtained from a puck bunny from Korea University. “I think his name is Jung Hoseok? You should ask her to introduce him to you.”

Shaking your head no, you take an angry bite off your hot dog. Sure, Jung Hoseok is very good looking, but he’s not Jimin.

“Speaking of… Did you get deets on that girl Jungkook was with yesterday?” Yuri asks Yura, and the latter nods, motioning for the rest of you to lean in closer.

“Oh, have I got a story to tell you all, Tiffany told me…”

The puck bunny community was surprisingly very adoring and friendly. During in-seasons, they would cheer for their respective team but whoever wins, the puck bunnies would still be cordial to each other. They would also share information, like who to avoid (“That guy only cares about getting himself off, don’t bother…”) and who they think would get on well (“Hyoyeon! You would totally love Yeo Changgu!” “The cute goalie?”  “Yeah! Here, let me give you his number.”). And then, during off-seasons, puck bunny groups from different Universities would even hang out with each other, forming bonds stronger than their love for hockey (and the players).

And astonishingly enough, the puck bunny group that you and your friends were very close to was the Korea University group – consisting of Kim Kibum, Tiffany Hwang, Wendy Son, and Nam Jihyun.

Even though your two schools are bitter rivals, you have respect and love for one another.

And that’s the reason why lone puck bunnies were so loathed in the puck bunny community because they don’t respect others and they don’t honor The Code. The code that if one of your puck bunny sister or brother has their eyes on a certain player, you back off.

“So, yeah… She might look all cute and innocent but she’s a SNAKE!” Yura finishes her story, jutting a piece of fry at Solji’s face as she hisses out ‘ssss, ssss’.

Solji waves her off then turns you. “You need tell Jungkook about her.”

“Ew, why me?” You say, face scrunching up. You’d rather not, Jungkook’s love life – or sex life - is none of your business.

“Because he’ll only listen to you!” Yuri states like it’s a matter of fact.

“Oh, nonono… This morning, he already had the audacity to state that I was jealous of her…” you tell them. “If I say anything, his tiny pea brain will definitely be convinced that I was.”

After all of you laugh at the joke at Jungkook’s expense, Hyoyeon asks, “Were you though… you know, jealous of her?”

You stare at her like she had gone crazy. How could she ask you that?

Sure, you felt something when you saw Jungkook and Eunha together last night, but it was more awkwardness for feeling like you were caught in the middle of their flirtatious exchange. It wasn’t jealousy… Right?

Right?

“O-of course I wasn’t! What… I… Why would you even? Me… Jealous of girls flirting with Jeon Jungkook?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “How could you even say that!?”

Yuri snorts. “Mmm… That’s quite convincing, Y/N.” And the other girls giggle.

“Guess you’re not really over that little crush you got on him last year…” Yura sing-songs, and the rest states their agreement.

“Guys, I’m seriously over it! The crush was so tiny, an ant could have squashed it!” You insist, but they didn’t look convinced, all of them giving you sly smirks. Ugh, stupid drunk Jeon Jungkook…If he hadn’t said what he said that night last year during Kim Jonghyun’s 24th birthday, you wouldn’t have ever gotten that stupid crush on him. That stupid crush that you are most definitely over.

“Has he called you ‘noona’ recently, Y/N?” Yuri asks teasingly.

You shake your head no because he hasn’t. Thank goodness.

“Awww, that sucks… What did you tell us before? That hearing him call you ‘noona’ was enough to—“

You cover your ears as you repeat over and over again, “Shut up!”

That’s it, you hate your friends. You told them never to bring that up ever again. You confessed it during a moment of weakness and when you had 4 glasses of red wine running through your veins. It was never meant to be heard.

“I’m going to find a seat now,” You say standing up. You look around at your friends with a glower. “Away from all of you.”

But once in the stadium, you take your seat beside them anyways – with all the girls wrapping their arms tightly around you in a big group hug. You love your girls way too much to stay mad at them.

Yonsei beats Korea U once again, and this time, Jungkook comes out early and drags you along to another celebratory after party at a bar on campus. You and Jungkook spend the whole night by each other’s side, but by his fourth drink, touchy-feely Taehyung comes out in full force and forces his way in between the two of you.

Jungkook doesn’t understand Taehyung. There are many times when his older friend would urge Jungkook to take a leap of faith and ask you out, but then he does a full 180 and tries to get into your pants himself.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now, when yesterday, Taehyung had convinced Jungkook to use Eunha to make you jealous. Fuck… Maybe he was really just trying to sabotage Jungkook’s chances…  

“So, Y/N… Did you see that amazing block I did during the 2nd period? Shit, that Park Jimin guy might be tiny, but his slapshots are no joke!” Taehyung slurs, his arm around your shoulder and his mouth dangerously close to your mouth.

“Mhm…” you hum, smiling at him, although you could see his line of sight is nowhere near your face, but instead on your cleavage. “It was quite impressive.” From over Taehyung’s slightly bowed head, you give Jungkook a look, and he nods. Standing up, Jungkook pulls Taehyung away from you.

“Okay hyung, I’m taking Y/N home now…” Jungkook says, while Taehyung squirms in his arms and calls your name.

“Sorry, Tae. I’m taking a long and early morning shift tomorrow so I can go to your game on Thursday,” you tell him, and he nods sadly, accepting your answer. You and Jungkook take Taehyung to Yugyeom first, one of the designated drivers, before heading out. As your legs were a little bit wobbly from the alcohol, you grab onto Jungkook’s hand to keep yourself balanced. He looks back at you with a grin and squeezes tightly onto it, and you flash him a bright smile back.

“Thanks!”

Jungkook chuckles, pulling you closer to him. “No problem… You know I’m always there for you.”

As he winks your way, you roll your eyes before you tell him, sounding sarcastically yet completely genuine, “And I’ll always be there for you as well.”

“Promise?” Jungkook asks, his pretty eyes sparkling.

With no doubt in your mind, you bob your head in affirmation, laughing a bit with a small smile on your face. “Promise.”

Since he had only less than half a bottle to drink, Jungkook drives you home with no problem. He doesn’t drink much anymore… Especially not after an incident that happened last year at Jong3’s 24th birthday party. Actually, he wasn’t sure if it really happened or not.

It seemed like a hazy, terrible nightmare. One where he told you all his deepest desires of what he wanted to do to you – or more like, what he wanted you to do to him. And then he called you ‘noona’, something that he had never called you in all the years of knowing you. Then he remembers you being flustered and how you told him to sleep it off before leaving him all alone in Jong3’s guest room. Then you both proceeded to act like it never happened which he was glad for because as much as he wants something more to happen between the two of you, Jungkook would rather have your friendship than nothing at all.

“Well see you tomorrow, and congrats again,” you say when Jungkook parks his car near your apartment. You lean in to kiss him on the cheek just as he turns his head, and – SMACK – your lips are on his.

Although slightly chapped, Jungkook’s lips still feel delightful against your own. In fact, you thought it felt perfect.

Cupping his face, you intensify the kiss by pressing yourself harder against him as your thumb caress over the scar on his cheek that he got during his sophomore year and your senior year in high school. It’s the scar that signifies the reason why the two of you were best friends in the first place. After a horrifying 3 men collision during one of their practice, Jungkook came out of the pileup with a gushing, deep wound caused by one of the other players’ skates cutting his face. The ice was a bloody mess from what you could remember, and even more so, Jungkook. You felt guilty, thinking it was your fault because you were the one who had distracted Jaebum and that was the reason for the crash, and so you would visit Jungkook every day for the entire week he was in the hospital.  During that time, you got to know the shy, talented kid that you never really paid much attention to; and you found out that the two of you had so much in common and how much you enjoyed his company. The two of you became inseparable; and soon enough, he became the one person that you knew you couldn’t live without.

So as you grasp what you were doing – practically shoving your tongue down your best friend’s throat and most probably damaging your friendship - you quickly jump away, feeling beyond mortified. “I’m so sorry…” Blushing deeply, you try to explain what had just happened – although quite awfully.  “Um… That was for scoring 4 goals tonight?” You groan, hand over your mouth, it was like you were blocking it from doing or saying something more stupid. “Please just forget that happened!”

Flabbergasted, Jungkook just nods, his mouth hanging slightly open, while you chuckle awkwardly, already opening the door to make your escape. As he wets his lips nervously, he still has the taste of you on his mouth, on his tongue, and now forever locked into his memories. You tasted like the apple cider that you drank earlier at the bar, and more so, heaven – whatever heaven tastes like, Jungkook thinks your lips were definitely it.

“Alright… I’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask when you step out of the car. You sounded so unsure and Jungkook wanted to tell you that the kiss was perfectly okay. And as he looks up at you while you wait for him to answer back, gnawing at your bottom lip and standing dumbly outside his car as you hold on tightly to the edge of his car’s passenger door, he wanted even more to unbuckle his seat belt and crawl over and kiss your beautiful, swollen lips one more time to show you just how perfectly okay it was.

But, “Yeah, of course,” was all Jungkook could manage to say.

Smiling tightly, you nod, bidding him a good night.

“Sleep well noona,” Jungkook says softly as you close the door. To think that if you had just slammed the door a second quicker than you might not have heard it.

But you did hear it, and it has you feeling more frustrated than you were that morning.

Shit, you really needed to get laid. And soon.

The moment you shut and lock your front door was the exact moment your phone vibrates with a new text. You fall on your coach before you fish your phone out of your purse, kicking off your boots as you read the text.

You really hadn’t expected Jimin to ever message you again, especially not after you left him on read; but surprisingly, the new text was from him.

[1:35 AM] Jimin —this is goign to be a weird request

Intrigued and still tipsy, you answer back:

[1:37 AM] You —i’m listening…                                                             

You collapse on your couch, trying to calm down the dizzy feeling of the alcohol in your system. You’re pulling off your tights as you wait for Jimin’s answer. You didn’t have to wait very long.

[1:37 AM] Jimin —but i’m drunk nd i can’t get you out of my mind

You let out an amused giggle now that you know he is drunk as well. But that wasn’t his only message.

[1:37 AM] Jimin —and i need some cheering up after the last two games —can you that for me?

Cheering up? With an eyebrow quirked up and smirk playing on your lips, you type out:

[1:38 AM] You —do you want to talk about our favorite tv shows again??

[1:38 AM] Jimin —NO! —FUCK NO!

[1:39 AM] Jimin —sorry but no

Now you’re laughing out loud. Good, you thought.

[1:41 AM] You —I’m just messing with you Jimin ;P                                                             

After you sent the text, you switch out of the messaging app for the camera. Maybe if you weren’t slightly drunk, you wouldn’t be slowly lifting up your skirt, spreading your legs so the recording can get an eyeful of you running two fingers up and down your laced-covered slit, and teasingly ending the video with you pushing up your light pink fuzzy sweater just until your underboobs were shown. But you were slightly drunk, so that’s exactly what you did.

[1:43 AM] You —sending IMG_5253.MOV                                                             

[1:43 AM] You —does this cheer you up enough?                                                             

As you’re waiting for Jimin’s reaction, you push your sweater up some more to fondle one of your breasts. Your eyes flutter shut, remembering the boy from last night with the wicked smirk and muscular thighs. At first, you were picturing unfamiliar hands with rings cold against your body, but then he’s morphing to… something more familiar… Calloused and veiny hands, shy bunny grin asking does it feels okay? as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, his other hand sliding underneath your underwear to feel the heat between your legs.

Then your eyes snap open, realizing that five minutes’ passed without any word from Jimin. Maybe you were being too presumptuous by sending the video. Stricken with self-consciousness and embarrassment, you take your hand out of your underwear and tug your sweater back down. Good thing you didn’t show your face in the video. Bad thing you know that sleep won’t help you forget what you just did.

You were about to stand up from the couch and call it a night when your phone vibrates with a new message.

A video message.

From Jimin.

You run your hand through your hair, realizing you’ve pretty much sobered up already. Maybe you’re not drunk enough for this anymore, you thought as your thumb hovers over the play button.

Then you thought, screw it. Drunk or sober, if there’s even a tiny chance of seeing Park Jimin’s dick in that video, you’re up for it.

As you wait for the video to download, you bite the nail of your other thumb in anticipation.

What if he has an ugly penis?! That’s like your number one fear! What if it’s not even a dick vid?! What if he is just scolding you for sending him such a  lewd video?! Highly unlikely but…

Oh! It’s downloaded, all you have to do is press the play button again…

So you press play.

You take an involuntary intake of air when the video starts. If you hadn’t, you might have already been drooling over the sight before you.

There was absolutely no point in worrying about all the things you were worried about a couple minutes ago, because holy shit, he has a beautiful cock. It’s a nice size, not too big and not too small, great girth, and so, so hard and perfect looking with his hand wrapped around it.

You watch the 17 seconds video, completely breathless and rubbing your thighs together for a bit of friction. The way Jimin was pulling at his dick languidly was euphoric torture. He zooms out, and you can see him wetting then biting his lower lip before letting out a low groan. There was so much happening in the video that you had to play it over again, now focusing on his gorgeous body; the way his grey sweatpants were pulled down (giving you an eyeful of his thick thighs), his well-define abs and light hair trailing down from under his belly button to his cock. The carpet obviously doesn’t match the drapes but for some reason, that’s so sexy to you.

While you replayed the video, Jimin had sent you several texts in succession.  

[1:49 AM] Jimin —fuckufckuck baby girl fuck —why didn’t I ask you this yesterday?? —hold on, i’m gonna call you —pick up

And right as you finished reading the last text, your phone starts to ring.

Jimin is calling…

“Hello?” You answer, heart racing.

A breathy ‘hey’ was the only answer you receive. As you press your phone harder against your ear, you could hear Jimin’s deep breathing more clearly. You could only guess that he was still doing what he was doing on video he sent you. The image was still clear in your mind, and you groan thinking about it, once again slipping your hand underneath your underwear.

“Jimin?” You call out his name as you press your finger against your opening, waiting for Jimin to say something – anything – for you to get off on.

“Sorry,” he begins, sounding embarrassed and adorable. “I’m just thinking about the video you sent, I’m still a bit speechless… Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” You feel yourself heating up more because of his words. Then his tone changes, just like last night, voice raspy and sexy, “Are you touching yourself right now?”

You slip a finger inside you as you answer, “Mhm.”

“Good. How are you doing it?”

“I have a finger inside me.”

Jimin groans. “Fuck, I bet you’re really wet, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you still have your underwear on?”

“Yeah.”

“Take them off.”

After quickly slipping your underwear down and letting it fall to the floor, you let him know, “It’s off.”

“Now use two fingers, can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“Y-yeah,” you answer, easing two fingers in yourself. You curse under your breath because even though you were sopping wet, two fingers were still a tight fit.

“You okay?” Jimin asks.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little too much, but it’ll be fine in a second,” you tell him honestly and he hisses, cursing how you’ll be the death of him.

The two of you then listen to each other’s breaths, moans, and gasps of pleasure; fantasizing how the other looks like with the help of the video that you sent each other earlier. You were both trying to help each other reach your high with words of encouragement. You thought you were able to come soon but realized that you were going to hit a wall.

“Jimin, it’s not enough,” you tell him, irritated. It’s been like this for a long a time now. You’re always so, so close, but never get there.

“First it was too much, now it’s not enough?” Jimin laughs, “What are we going to do with, baby girl?”

“I’m s-serious, Jimin.” You’re panting desperately now, letting out little whiny noises. Jimin was quiet for a second, though you hear him breathing heavily and other noises that you could only assume is him pulling and tugging on his hard cock.

“God, fuck, you sound so fucking needy. I wish I could actually be fucking you right now… Hearing you make those filthy noises that you’re making right now while you’re underneath me… Ah, fuck…” You let out a wanton moan, painting the picture he had laid out for you in your mind. It was helping, definitely, but still not enough. “Do you have a vibrator?” Jimin asks and you tell him that you do. He orders you to get it but you look across the room at your closed bedroom door and whine in his ear.

“It’s too far for me to get, Jimin. I need to come now.” You know you sounded so whiny, but you couldn’t even be bothered because you were so close.

“Alright, alright, baby, we’ll think of something else, don’t worry,” Jimin reassures, and you nod wordlessly, forgetting he couldn’t see you. As you kept pumping your fingers inside you, Jimin says, “Use a pillow.”

“Pillow?” you ask, stopping what you were doing to look back at the couch cushion beside you.

“Yeah. Fold it in half and sit with it between your legs.” It was a command, not a suggestion.

“Okay, hold on,” you tell him as you place the phone down. You scramble around on the couch, trying to do as he says. You sit up on your knees, placing the folded cushion between your legs, slowly sitting down until the edge is pressed against your core. You gasp at the contact with the cold fabric, and you hear the faint sound of Jimin chuckling. Instead of picking up the phone again, you just put Jimin on speaker. “Okay, I… I’m on the pillow now.”

“Now ride it…” As soon as he says it, your hips start to move, causing friction between the pillow and your heat. The pressure against your clit felt so good, you didn’t know that riding a fucking pillow can feel like this. “Ride it like the way you were grinding on my thigh last night. You know it took so much of me to leave you there, right? I wanted to make you come in front of everyone, screaming my name for all of them to hear.”

You buck forward, swiveling your hips faster now, one hand on the couch to keep you steady and the other underneath your sweater, twisting at your hardened nipple.

“I bet you’re soaking that pillow the way you did my jeans…”

You hum, letting him know that it was indeed the case.

“You know what I just realized?” Jimin asks, voice so low that it causes you to shiver. “In the video you sent… You were already pretty wet. Now as much as I hate to say it, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t because of me… So tell me, baby girl, who else were you getting that wet for?”

Jungkook’s face flashed in your mind, the way his mouth felt against your own, and you could have sworn you were about to come right then and there. “W-what? I- I don’t know what y-you’re talking abou—“

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl,” Jimin growls.

You gasp, slowing down a bit, admitting the truth with your silence. Then as if he was a psychic, Jimin commands, “Don’t you dare stop or slow down, but don’t you dare come either.”

You nod, only making an unintelligible noise to show your obedience, before picking up the pace again and trying to stave off your orgasm.

“I know you’re close, baby girl, but I can’t allow you to come just yet,” Jimin says with a sigh. You know if you wanted to, you could just come anyway and he will never know, but something about the way Jimin was talking to you made you want to please him.

Biting your lip, you kept up the rhythm. It’s getting harder and harder to deny yourself from coming that you find yourself incoherently begging Jimin, “Please, Jimin – I – fuck, oh my god – please, let me… pleasepleaseplease…”

“You want to come, baby girl? Maybe if you hadn’t gotten so wet thinking about another guy, I’d let you come,” was his response. It’s torture, but in the most pleasurable way. You know you have to do something or say something that will make him allow you to finally come.

“J-Jimin, please let me come,” you’re whining now, falling forward, lying against your cold leather couch, while still circling against the pillow. Your cheek is also pressed against the couch, your cellphone just a few centimeters beside your face. “I want to come just for you, I’ll only come for you from now on!”

“Yeah? Your pussy mine now, right?” Jimin says, and now that you’re closer to your phone you can hear his grunting and panting better. Like you, he sounded like he was close to finishing.

“Yes, Jimin, my pussy’s yours! L-let my pussy come for you, that’s all I want to do! Come f-for you, please, Jimin! Let me – hungh – come for you!”

“Then come for me, baby, let me hear you.”

You let go on his command. Body trembling, back arching, and eyes rolling back as the most out of body sound rips from your throat. You couldn’t even stop yourself from grinding against the pillow, allowing another wave of mind-blowing pleasure to ripple through you. A mantra of Jimin’s name falls out your mouth during the second orgasm, along with other obscene nonsense that you would have never thought in a million years that you would say out loud. But here you are, saying – no, screaming them for a complete stranger.

When you start to come to and calm down, you could hear Jimin mumbling his praises for you. You were slightly disappointed that your orgasms seem to have deafened you to hear his. Only slightly.

You both stay on the line, listening to each other catch your breaths. It takes minutes before you speak up.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” you mumble through a yawn, eyes dropping from exhaustion.

“No problem… You tired?”

“Mhm.”

“I should let you get some rest.”

“Okay… Goodnight, Jimin,” you say, yawning again.

Jimin chuckles, pauses, then says, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The softness in his voice awakens the fluttering in your stomach.

“Night,” you say, just as softly, and you listen to Jimin’s husky laugh and last goodnight before finally hanging up.

Too tired to move to your bed, the only thing you do was strip off your sweater and skirt before flopping back on the couch. Though before you do all that, you send one last picture to Jimin: a picture of you sitting up slightly away from the pillow, so he can see the mess you made on it.

[2:26 AM] Jimin —WOW!!

You laugh, realizing that Jimin is probably really just an awkward texter which explains last night. A college boy through and through.

A minute later, Jimin sends you a picture back. You grin, liking the way that he always gives back what he receives. And he doesn’t disappoint. The picture he sent you is the cherry on top of this night. Jimin had his hand still wrapped around his flaccid cock, the tip still coated with sheen, and there are ropes of cum splattered all over his abs where he had ejaculated. You’re satisfied knowing you had a hand in that.

[2:28 AM] Jimin —thank you btw —also remember —your pussy’s mine now ;)

Laughing tiredly, you text back:

[2:29 AM] You —dw I won’t forget —gn                                                           

[2:30 AM] Jimin —better not… —goodnight Y/N

You fall asleep drenched in your sweat, a mess between your thighs, and a pleased smile on your face.

Thursday - Game 3

The next two games are on Korea University’s ice, so you booked an Airbnb apartment on their side of the city for an overnight stay. You got to the place around one in the afternoon after your morning class. It was a small one room apartment, but it’s not like you were going to spend much time in there so it was perfectly fine. Meanwhile, the Yonsei team and some of the girls are staying at a nice hotel close by Korea U. Yuri had sent you snaps from earlier this morning of all of them inside a large Jacuzzi.

This place might not have a hot tub or free courtesy snacks but at least the bed is somewhat comfy, you thought as you fall into it.

Once your head was on the pillow, you close your eyes. For the first time in weeks, you felt good. Like, really good.

It’s probably because of last night, or more accurately, early this morning. God, that must have been the best orgasm you’ve had in months. All thanks to Jimin.

You giggle at the memory, opening your eyes so you could take your phone out of your pocket to watch a video and picture that you’ve been obsessively looking at over and over again since you received it. But before you could press play on the video, a cluster of knocks on the door stops you.

With a sigh, you hop out of bed and walk towards the door, opening it with a playful hard glare at people on the other side.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

Without a greeting, Taehyung smirks at you before barging into the apartment. Your mouth drops at his rudeness, showing the appalled look on your face to Yugyeom and Jungkook. Yugyeom shrugs, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Hey noona!” Yugyeom greets happily. When he parts from you, he asks, “You ready for lunch?”

“Yeah, almost, I just need to touch up my makeup,” you tell him, and he nods, joining Taehyung inside. When you turn away from Yugyeom, you focus your attention on Jungkook, who was on his phone, texting rapidly with a grin on his face. All of the sudden you remembered what had occurred last night. Shit, the kiss. You’ve been thinking about Jimin so much that you completely forgot about it.

“Hey Jungkook, you coming in or…?” You ask nervously, and he looks up, still grinning.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” he says as he steps inside, ruffling the top of your head. “Hey, Y/N.” Then his phone buzzes again and his attention goes back to it. You frown as you close the door, running your hand through your hair to fix the mess Jungkook has made. Maybe he forgot about it like you had… So you guess everything is back to normal? That’s good… Right?

“Is everyone already at the restaurant?” you ask while you grab your cushion foundation out of your purse that you placed on the counter earlier.

“Nah, I think Jooheon and Hyoyeon just got there and they’re the first one,” Taehyung answers. He was laying on the bed with Yugyeom sitting beside him, both of them already acting like they owned the place. “Y/N, can I stay with you tonight? I’m rooming with Jungkook, but he’s been on his phone all day, so I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to be in our room tonight.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook says while his face reddens, finally looking up from his phone and quickly stuffing it in his pocket. Turning to you, Jungkook adds, “Don’t let him stay here.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you tell him as you put away your makeup, done with getting ready. You hear Jungkook’s phone vibrate again, and he takes it out of his pocket again. You’re a bit curious on who was texting him so much. “Is everything okay, Kook?”

Yugyeom giggles. “Yeah, Kookie, who are you sexting - I mean texting - so much anyways?”

Sexting? Jungkook was sexting someone?

“Uh, it’s Eunha,” Jungkook answers, and you feel your stomach dip at the sound of her name. You miss the way he looks over at you for a quick second because you find yourself staring blankly at your purse. “And we’re not sexting. She just wants to give me a tour of their campus.”

“Tour of their campus or tour of her campus?” Taehyung jokes, snickering. Yugyeom laughs along, but you stay quiet, not finding the joke very funny.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Jungkook asks, face pinched in confusion.

“You should invite her for lunch!” Yugyeom suggests, then he looks towards you. “Right noona? Isn’t Tiffany and her friends also coming?”

“Huh?” You snap your head towards Yugyeom, you hadn’t caught what he said because you were in your head.

“He wants Jungkook to invite his new girlfriend to lunch,” Taehyung says, a teasing smirk on his face.

“She’s not my gi-“

“You should invite her,” You interrupt Jungkook with a forced smile on your face. You had no ill intentions, if Jungkook likes Eunha, you’ll support it. The weird, slightly jealous feeling you’re having was unnerving you anyway. You wanted it to stop. With a shrug, you add, “It would be fun.”

“Fun?” “Fun?!” “FUN!” All three boys say in unison with different inflections and reactions.

“Did you forget that Yuri pretty much wanted to skin Jungkook alive for even talking to Eunha?” Taehyung asks, looking at you like you’re crazy.

“So? If he likes her then it shouldn’t matter what they think, right?” As you say this, a small part of you wanted him to protest that no, he didn’t like her. But Jungkook doesn’t, and you felt a bit disappointed. What the fuck is wrong with you? You turn to Jungkook to ask him more directly, it’s like you needed a confirmation, “You do like her, right?”

Jungkook mouth parts slightly. The weight of your stare causing goosebumps all over his body. His gaze catches Yugyeom’s and Taehyung’s for a second and it seems like they were holding their breath as well, watching the scene in front of them like a damn romantic drama. They know about the kiss, and Taehyung said it happened because of his brilliant plan of using Eunha to make you jealous. Yugyeom and Taehyung also crafted a Phase 2 of the plan on the drive over to your Airbnb, which is pretty much the same as Phase 1 – flirt with Eunha while you’re around. Jungkook just didn’t know that they were planning on making him date her in front of you.

When he looks back at you, you were still waiting for his answer, your brows were raised slightly and it looked like you were biting the inside of your cheek.

“Would you care if I like her?”

Jungkook almost groans out loud at how fucking lame he sounded. From behind you, he sees the way Yugyeom and Taehyung face palm at his stupidity as well.

“What?” You ask, coming out in a whisper. Oh god, did he really detect your childish jealousy? After clearing your throat, you add, “W-why would I care? I’ve already told you, it doesn’t matter to me. I… I think it’s great you like someone, actually. Eunha seems… nice, and she’s pretty. So yeah… Ask her out to lunch, it would be great!” You grab your purse, wanting to change the subject. “We should really get going or we’ll be late.”  

Jungkook frowns, reaching for your arm when you start to head for the door. “Wait, Y/N…”

When you feel his touch, you whip around to look at him. “What?”

Jungkook’s looking deep in your eyes, wanting desperately to tell you that it’s you that he likes, not some girl he just met a few days ago. But like always, he chickens out, letting the hand that was touching you to drop to his side.

“Lemme just invite her…” Jungkook mumbles, taking out his phone to send the invite. His phone buzzes a second later and it lights up with a notification of the new text from Eunha. It’s hard to read what it said because you’re seeing the screen upside down, but the abundance of heart emojis in the text was pretty clear.

“So she’s coming?”

He nods at your question, and you thought he would be more excited but he just looks a bit apathetic about it.

“That’s great… I’ll… I’ll tell the girls to put away their fangs. I’m sure they can be civil for at least an hour or so,” you tell him, trying to keep a joking tone to make it seem like everything is a-okay with you. You avoid his eyes by leaning to the side to look at the boys still laying on your bed. They’re pretending that they’re not that interested in the scene that you and Jungkook are providing for them – but really, they’re loving it. “Let’s go, boys! Chop, chop!”

Then you’re out the door before anyone else can say another word.

The girls are keeping their fangs and claws in check during lunch - at least from where you’re sitting, you think they are. You wouldn’t know for sure because you decided to sit at a different booth – with Taehyung, Donghyuck, Jong3, the Kim brothers Doyoung and Gongmyung, and the only male member of the Korea U Puck Bunny Club, Kim Kibum – instead of the table where the other girls (+ the Korea U Puck Bunny girls: Tiffany, Wendy, and Jihyun) were surrounding Eunha and Jungkook, probably intimidating and interrogating the poor girl.

The food on your plate turns cold, half uneaten, because your mind was more preoccupied in wondering about what their table was talking about, always glancing their way every five seconds. From where you’re sat, you have a perfect view of Jungkook and Eunha sitting beside each other.

You have to admit they look really good together. If they were celebrities, people would definitely want them to be together.

You see Eunha open her mouth, everyone’s attention was on her. Squinting, you to read her lips but you couldn’t decipher anything she was saying. Though you didn’t have to wait very long to figure out what she said because their whole table erupts into laughter. She must have said something really funny.

You felt sick. Really sick. Seeing the way your friends getting along so well with Eunha might be the cause of the stirring in your stomach. On one hand, you’re glad they’re all getting along. Really, truly, from the bottom of your heart, you are. But on the other hand… It’s stupid. Seeing the way Jungkook laughs so hard that he’s squeezing his eyes shut and clapping and slapping his knee makes you feel awful because there are only a few people that could make Jungkook laugh that hard – you, his mom, and the cast of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. That’s all. You didn’t feel like Eunha deserves to be a part of that list… Which makes you feel even more terrible because why are you feeling so possessive over Jungkook? It isn’t like you. Sure, you’ve liked him before, but you were never like this. Never. During that very small time period that you had a crush on Jungkook, there were a handful of times that girls had shown interest in Jungkook and he had shown interest back, and you were totally cool with it. So why are you being like this now? Was it because of the kiss or have you gone completely insane?

As if to take you shake you out of your crisis, your phone shakes against the tabletop. You quickly check the new text message.

[2:52 PM] Jimin —are you coming to the game?

Stop being jealous over Jungkook when there’s a perfectly hot guy that’s interested in you, you chastise yourself as you read the text. Nodding to yourself, you’re determined to get over whatever these feelings you’re having towards Jungkook are. You’ve done it before it, you can definitely do it again.

[2:54 PM] You —yes, I am : )                                                            

2:55 PM] Jimin —good, I’ll score some goals just for you —hehe

As you were about to send your response, a chorus of ‘ooooh’ being howled tears your gaze away from your screen. What you see when you look up causes your stomach to drop. It was Jungkook and Eunha, standing up together and her arm around his, her hand gripping his upper arm.

“Guys, I’m just going to show him around campus, nothing else,” Eunha says with a giggle. You see the way Jungkook smiles down at her. God damn… They look so pretty together.

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth. Maybe getting over this feeling for Jungkook is going to be harder than you thought.

Jimin skates past your section and smirks your way after the first goal he scores that night. You’re a giggling mess and the girls demand to know what the heck just happened.

He winks at you after the second. The girls’ mouths collectively drop and your metaphorical panty drops also.

The third, he slowly licks his juicy lips, and with two fingertips pressed upon them, he shoots a flying kiss right at you. You’re so turned on by his power play that not even Yura and Solji shaking you as hard as they can could snap you out of your lovesick daze.

But after that, every goal Jimin scores had you sinking further and further down your seat. Especially when halfway the third period, he scores his 8th one, making the goal count 10-7 - with Korea University in the lead.

It might be a bit bigheaded of you - since Jimin has always been a great hockey player - but you had a feeling that the mutual masturbation session had ignited something in him. You felt guilty, even more so when you saw the look of frustration on your best friend’s face when his shot after shot after shots were blocked by the opposing team.

It would take a lot of hard work for Yonsei to catch up in the last 10 minutes, but it’s possible.

Though ultimately, in the end, they couldn’t.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing the girls do after the game is to take you to a secluded corner and demand an answer for Jimin’s Lothario behaviour on the ice. With the guilt still eating away at you, you word vomit out the whole story and your worries that you’re the reason the Yonsei team lost.

“Our little girl is finally growing up,” Yuri coos while she grabs you to lay your head upon her chest, stroking your hair soothingly. She sniffs jokingly, turning to the other girls, “She’ll be one of us soon.”

As Hyoyeon and Yura chants ‘ONE OF US! ONE OF US!’, Solji frowns and cuts them off by reassuring you, “We’ve all been there, Y/N. It’s not your fault that they lost. If anything, it’s Taehyung’s fault for not blocking the shots.”

“Or the rest of the team for not defending properly,” Yuri adds when you pull away from her.

“Exactly,” Hyoyeon says. “It’s not like you gave Jimin steroids, all you gave him was an orgasm - which is totally fair game!”

“Really? Are you guys sure?” You ask, feeling a bit better already.

“Yeah! It’s not your fault!” Yura insists. “I gave Jonghyun a handjob before the game and he should have used that orgasm like Popeye’s spinach like Jimin had. Instead, he only scored one goal!” Yura crosses her arms and shakes her head in disappointment. “What an idiot…”

“I think that says more about your handjob skills more than anything…” Yuri sing-songs playfully, and the group bursts out laughing – except Yura, of course.

“I’ll have you know my handjob skills are quite extraordinary, thank you very much,” Yura defends herself, glaring intensely at her friend.

“Okay, ladies, simmer down,” Solji placates before things get heated. “Tiffany and others are waiting for us outside, so let’s get going!”

When you meet up with the Korea University Puck Bunnies outside, Eunha was with them as well. Your friends had told you earlier that they actually really like Eunha, and they’re willing to put behind the gossip they heard about her, a clean slate. You agree with them as you fight your inner green-eyed goblin. It would be stupid of you to dislike someone because of guy, you were better than that.

“Hi Y/N!” Eunha greets you, smiling radiantly. You say hello back, not as enthusiastically but as friendly. You’re not perfect, but at least you’re trying.

After greeting the others and complaining about how cold it is outside, the conversation eventually returns back to the game.

“I’m glad our team finally won but… Jungkook looks so sad,” Eunha states, pouting cutely.

“Guess you’ll have to cheer him up,” Tiffany teases with a wink. You had to swallow the lump in your throat before you could laugh along with your friends.

“Oh!” Eunha gasps, and you all turn to see what she was looking at. It was Jungkook, looking as sullen as you predicted he would look, walking towards your group with Yugyeom at his side.

You try to call out his name or wave or anything, but for some reason, you couldn’t.

All you could do was watch as Eunha runs to him, say something that puts a slight smile on his face, and pulls at his hand, both of them waving goodbye to Yugyeom.

As Jungkook walks away with Eunha without even bothering to look for you, it feels as though he is leaving you behind forever.

Friday – Game 4

On the morning of the 4th game, you wake up early to take Jungkook out for breakfast. You’ve decided to put all your wallowing and self-pity behind. Jungkook is your best friend first and foremost, and that’s the most important thing. As his best friend, it’s your duty to cheer him up, and cheer him up you will.

“Order anything you want, however much you want,” you tell him with a smile when the two of you were finally sat at a table at the restaurant of your choosing.

Jungkook’s doe-eyes goes wide. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hum, still smiling. Your paycheck came in this morning so you had the funds to treat him.

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice, ordering as many dishes as he liked and once the plates were licked clean, he orders dessert.

“I’ll get it,” you tell him, standing up when the waitress calls your number.

“Okay, I’ll be here,” Jungkook beams, his smile lighting up the whole room. You were giddy, congratulating yourself for a job well done. When you had picked him up early this morning, he looked like shit – eyes red and reeking of alcohol. You didn’t even want to know what went down last night, not at all. It’s not your business. But you could tell whatever happened didn’t really help him with the loss. During the car ride to the restaurant, he was moody as well. Now, he was laughing, joking around, and just generally happier. It makes you feel good that you could make him feel good.

Though he will feel way better with this strawberry shortcake in his stomach.

“Doesn’t it look so cute?” You ask when you sit back down, transferring the plate with the cake from the tray to the table. “I kind of don’t want to eat it.” You look around for your phone to take a picture but couldn’t find it. “Kook, have you seen my…” Looking up to your best friend, your voice dies in your throat.  

In your best friend’s hand was definitely your phone. There was a dark look in his eyes as he stares at the screen that gave you a pause. To make even more clear that he was not amused at what he was looking at, he cocks his head to the side while his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek.

“Phone?” you finish, softly.

Jungkook finally looks up at you, scrutinizing you with an intense glare that has you squirming in your seat. Before you can say anything, he chuckles, though it’s devoid of amusement, as he turns the phone for you to see the screen.

“Why the hell did Park Jimin send you a picture of his dick?”

The game was tied, 2-2, with only the third period left.

It was intermission time and the Yonsei team is back inside the away team’s locker room. Jong1 is in the middle of the room, giving them a very uplifting speech to get their heads in the game. The members watch their captain, nodding and agreeing with everything he was saying. They’re all ready to get back on the ice to dominate and win another game… Except Jungkook.

Jungkook’s head was not in the game. Not at all.

It was hard to focus when every time he sees Park Jimin, he just wants to crash that asshole onto the boards, tackle him into the ground, or do whatever else that will wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

What kind of freak sends a fucking dick pic at 9 in the morning?

Jungkook sneers, remembering the text that went along with the picture…

‘morning angel, thinking of u’

Gross… Is he serious with that douchey pick-up artist line? Does Y/N actually like that?

The real question here is why was Y/N even in contact with Jimin? When the hell did that happen? Has she… slept with him?

With that thought in his mind, the urge to purge was even more pronounced than before.

He knew he shouldn’t have looked at the text but her phone was right there! On the table! Lighting up because of a text from a guy that he’s competing with! How could he not look?

The thoughts in his mind kept him so distracted that Jungkook doesn’t even realize that the rest of his teammates are already leaving the room until Taehyung slaps him on the back.

“Earth to Jungkookie~! It’s game time!” Taehyung sing-songs, patting Jungkook’s back once more when the latter stands up. As they follow the rest of their team, the smile on Taehyung’s face dissolves to a concerned frown, “But bro, you okay? You’ve been kind of… distracted.”

Jungkook shakes his head, smirking to appease his hyung. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

The gloves came off as soon as the goal horn resounds throughout the stadium.

This is not the way Jungkook should be handling it, but it’s the only way his one-track mind wanted to handle it.

It was like he was seeing everything through a pinhole, the only thing his rage-infused thoughts can do was focus on was the man whose back is turned towards him, # 7 Park. In a blink of an eye, Jungkook skates to him, pushing the man with all the strength he has. He watches as Jimin stumble forward then to the ground. The crowd has to be reacting by now – screaming, cheering, jeering - but he is deafened to the sound as he jumps on top of the confused boy.

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself. He saw red the moment Jimin got the goal and tipped his head over at her direction with that irritating grin on his face…

Well, now it’s off… It’s hard to keep a smile on your face when there’s a fist colliding against it – multiple times.

Jungkook gets three punches in – his knuckles, Jimin’s nose and upper lip, and the ice beneath them a bloody mess - before he gets pulled off and the ref calls for his penalty.

On his way to the penalty box, Jungkook shrugs off his teammates who try to ask him why he did that, ignores the reaction from the audience, and most of all, he kept his eyes trained to the ground when he passes you and hears you call out his name. Why did the penalty box had to be right beside the section you’re sitting at? You were just meters away. He knows you’re watching at him, probably with an expression that a mix between disappointment and repulsion.

For the whole 5 minutes Jungkook served in the box, he didn’t dare look at you. Instead, he used the time to try and calm himself down. It didn’t help because while Jungkook was on penalty, Korea U had the power play. They used it well to their advantage, scoring 2 more goals.

With the Yonsei’s team morale so low, it pretty much guaranteed another Korea U win. 

Once the game was over, Jungkook rushed into the locker room to quickly pack his things. He just wanted to go home, lay in his own bed instead of the one in the hotel room he was sharing with Taehyung, and just shut out the world for the weekend. When he was done saying his sorry’s to his teammates and getting the ‘it’s okay’ and the ‘just rest up’ from them, he was out of there.

Weaving his way through the crowd, he makes it to the parking lot without anyone stopping him, the hat he was wearing doing a fantastic job of concealing his identity. If the people around him who were celebrating for the winning team had known who he was, his escape home might have been delayed because of confrontation. Not that he was scared of anything… He just didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you.

But he should have known it wouldn’t last long.

“Jungkook!” He hears someone call from behind him but he keeps walking.

A hand grips onto his upper arm, pulling him back to stop, right in the middle of the parking lot. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jungkook sighs and he allows to be turned around.

When he opens his eyes again, it’s you in front of him, looking so beautiful and so, so unbelievably angry.  

“Really, Jungkook? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting like such a child!” You shout at him.

“Are you seriously mad at me? ME?” Jungkook asks, laughing in disbelief. With both hands towards you, he cries, “You’re the one sleeping with the enemy!”

“Enemy?!” you screech. “Jimin is your enemy now?!”

“What the fuck do you think he is? He’s a player on the opposing team that our team is against! Did the picture of his cock make you stupid all of the sudden? ‘Cause last time I checked, you go to Yonsei and not Korea U… Does loyalty mean anything to you?”

Why is he being like this? He has probably done worse… Like, hello, last night with Eunha?! Isn’t that a bit hypocritical? Pot calling the kettle black, much? Oh, and you remember how he left you at the restaurant this morning. Your anger towards Jungkook keeps piling on and on.

“All I did was send a few flirty… and yeah, sexual, messages to him –“ Jungkook groans, face towards the sky as he stomps his foot. Yes, he wanted to hear the truth, but he hated hearing it. “- How is that different from you sleeping with Eunha? So it’s okay to fuck someone that goes to Korea U as long as they’re not on the hockey team? Okay, yeah, I get it now…”

“Oh my god…” Jungkook’s laughing now, still looking at the sky.  

Changing your stance and crossing your arms, you challenge him, “Well?”

“It’s different because I didn’t fucking sleep with her!” Jungkook yells back, gaze off the sky and back on you. Your eyes widen – surprised, shocked, and disbelieving. Yet it only takes you a second to realize, with a quick study of his face, that Jungkook wasn’t lying at all. But… Last night… They… Didn’t they?

“I didn’t even kiss her because I – I…” Jungkook trails off, still staring at you. He looks broken and tired, using his arm to wipe away the tears that have fallen. You’re so confused that you couldn’t say anything. Angrily, he shakes his head. “It doesn’t even fucking matter… I hope it was –Just – fuck!” He was so mad that he stumbling his words. With a deep breath and an exhale, he tries again, “Don’t even bother coming to the games next week.”

Then he walks away and you don’t try to stop him. It breaks your heart but it’s obvious that’s the last thing he wants. So you let him go, watching miserably as he gets into his car and drives away.

You must look so pathetic… Standing in the middle of the parking lot, tears falling from your eyes, snot dripping out your nose that you couldn’t be bothered to wipe it off… Absolutely pathetic.  

How long have you been standing there? Probably a while since the parking lot was emptying every passing second, the crowd dispersing to celebrate for the night or sleep through the weekend. Now that you’re sniffling, crying, and just being a big old mess, doing the latter sounds perfect to –

“Achooo!”

Great, now I’m sick too, you thought to yourself. The night just keeps getting better and better.

“I told you to take care of yourself…”

Before you could turn to see who it was – though from the voice, you already knew – you feel something being draped over your shoulders, warming you up instantly. Looking down, you see the Korea University’s hockey team patch on the  breast of the jacket. Maybe you should take it off, isn’t this the reason for your problem?

Under the light of the lamp post, you can barely make out the bruising on Jimin’s face, and that’s probably for the best. Even the slight purple you could see makes you want to go into hiding and never come out. You feel like you’re responsible for why his face is all bruised up.

“Thank you,” you say, tugging off his letterman jacket and holding it up for him to take back. “But, I don’t think…” You pause, biting your bottom lip.

He doesn’t take his jacket, instead just asks softly, “You don’t think what?”

“You got pommeled in the face because of me,” you mumble quietly.

Much to your surprise, the prettiest airy laugh flows through your eardrums a moment later. It gets even stranger when Jimin squats to the ground because of how hard he was laughing.

“J-Jimin?” You try to get his attention. When you don’t get it because he is still laughing, you join him on the ground. “Why are you laughing?!”

Through fits of laughter, Jimin manages to say, “I did get pommeled, huh?”

“Yeah, you did!”

The two of you are both laughing now, even though it was no joking matter.

“Ah, fuck, it really hurts to laugh,” Jimin whines a minute later, but all the while, still laughing.

“Then stop!” You tell him, your hand coming up to touch his face. Realizing what you were about to do, you try to snatch your hand back but Jimin catches your hand with his and guides you to the tender spot on his cheekbone.

“Mmm… Your hand is really warm, Y/N,” Jimin says, eyes fluttering shut, humming and smiling in content. He’s so lovely, you think to yourself. Slowly and slowly, you’re forgetting the events of the night because of the beautiful boy in front of you. You’re feeling lightheaded, yet blissful.

That’s when you feel it melt against the tip of your nose, cold and wet.

Looking up in wonder, you smile widely as you see the flakes of white falling down from the sky.

The first snowfall of the season.

When you take a peek at Jimin, he’s gaze was to the sky as well, smile as big as yours. With the snow falling around him, he looked even more radiant. How is that even possible?

The moment is ruined when you sneeze again.

“Oh!” Jimin’s hand parts from yours to feel against your forehead. It was hot, really hot. “Shit, you really are sick!”

“What?” You question blearily, still recovering from the sneeze. Jimin stands up, pulling you up with him. He takes the jacket that you were still holding onto and wraps it around you again.

“Keep it on, I mean it…”

Nodding, you hug his jacket tighter around you.

“Do you have a ride home?” Jimin asks as his places the beanie that was just on his head on yours.

“I…” you sigh deeply, “I was supposed to get a ride home with Jungkook, but… He already left.”

“Shit…”

“Yeah.”

On your phone, you check if you could hitch a ride with your other friends. From what you could see, they’re all already gone, either out partying or driving back to the Yonsei campus. Jimin then suggests that he could take you home. You try to tell him that it’s too far for him to drive there and back, but he insists that it’s no problem, that he wouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t up for it.

In the end, you take his offer.

You arrive back home an hour later. With a couple of stops on the way there, Jimin made sure that you had food and medicine in your belly before you even stepped foot through your front door so you won’t get even more sick.

“You should stay the night,” you tell Jimin when the two of you enter your apartment. “The roads are already too slippery.”

“You sure?” Jimin asks, dropping the plastic bags filled with the things you bought for your incoming cold (medicine and lots and lots of snacks) on your counter. “I don’t want to impose…”

“Hey, I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure,” you tell him, repeating the words he had said to you earlier.

Jimin laughs, nodding, “Alright. I’m guessing… couch or…?”

“Yes, couch. Unless you want to get sick…”

With a shrug, Jimin smirks, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Letting his comment go with a roll of your eyes, you ask him to follow you. From the small storage closet near your kitchen, you take out an extra blanket and pillow for him to have, dumping it on his arms. Then you lead him to the couch and the two of you begin to make his bed. Jimin was talking throughout all this, but then stops so abruptly that you wonder what was up. He was staring at something, and you follow his line of sight to see… Oh… OH!

“Stop thinking about it, Park Jimin,” you warn him playfully, embarrassment warming up your body even more as you snatch the pillow that had caught Jimin’s attention and hide it behind your back. Jimin chuckles, rose blooming his already rosy cheeks while he rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, I’ll try not to think about it…” Jimin says, though he thinks that might be a hard promise to keep. Getting his mind out of the gutter for at least a few more minutes, Jimin points to one of the closed doors. “Sleep, now!”

“That’s my bathroom,” you tell him, laughing.

Jimin chuckles and tries again, pointing to another door. “Sleep, now, Y/N!”

This time you nod, walking towards that door backwards, as you still have the pillow behind your back. “Much better… Goodnight, Jimin… and thanks, for everything.”

“No problem… Goodnight, Y/N. I hope you feel better in the morning…” He mumbles sleepily, already tucked inside the blanket and ready to sleep. Smiling, you let yourself admire him for few more seconds before you turn in.

Even though the night turned out better than you had expected it to, you’re still laying on your bed, wide awake and thinking solely about your best friend. Through your other friends, you know that he is at least safe at home, so you’re glad for that. You should leave it at that for now, you really should. But you couldn’t help yourself…

[12:42 AM] You —i’m sorry —i miss you

A second later, you receive the read receipt.

Then he’s typing…

Typing..

You feel your heart beating in your throat.

Typing…

Your eyes are starting to burn from how hard you’re staring at the screen.

Typing…

Typing…

Then, nothing.

Heartbroken, you shove your phone underneath your pillow, away from sight. You fall asleep, face tear-stained, hoping and praying that you and Jungkook could make up soon.

caught red handed | pjm

You find Park Jimin, the student president, in a compromised situation after not being able do handle seeing you in your sport shorts.

Word count: 800

Warnings: dub con.

# sub!Jimin, highschool AU, guided masturbation, hand job, cum play, overstimulation, praise kink, corruption kink, mommy kink. THIS IS OLD AF AND UNEDITED don’t judge me 😔

@chimchimcherooo​ here you go honey <3

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My cat neighbour | pjm

Fair enough. Weirder things had already happened to you, like that time you swore to have seen a shadow vanish in the corner of your room. Odd? Indeed. Impossible? Not quite. Buzzfeed? Unsolved. However, the fact that the cat you had seen settling down near your flat was actually a human—a hybrid, as he had stated—was certainly a bit too much.

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Word count: 6k

Warnings: well if you’re not into hybrid smut (although i can grant you that all genitals and erotic zones addressed in this story are 100% human) then you probably shouldn’t read this. Anyways, this is a mess, i don’t even know what is this supposed to mean. Ended up being kinkier than i expected. Don’t look too deeply into it. Please. My therapist will be really disappointed if she ever finds out.

Also: some doctor who-shaming. Sorry, i hate cheesy sci-fi.

# cat hybrid!jimin, dom!reader, animal rut as a poor excuse to indulge in my kinks, dry humping, overstimulation, masturbation, nipple play, lactation kink, praise kink, Jimin really hasn’t grasped the concept of ‘non-pregnant women’s breasts don’t produce milk’, impregnation kink, vaginal sex, ‘mommy’ and ‘kitten’ as part of my big fat kink, of course.

After all those years, you were decided to put your life together and stop being a nuisance for society. No more partying until the next afternoon, no more sleeping around and not stepping on your apartment for days. You’d become the best, most responsible version of yourself from now on.

Why, people might ask you? Well, the reason was a pretty ball of blonde fluffy fur you had bumped into a few days ago.

You two had first met the day you caught him sneaking through the window into your kitchen, having probably smelled your delicious food from the street. As everyone in the neighbourhood knew, the colony cats used to gather at the end of the backstreet to share the food they found, so you assumed that was the reason why the cute kitten had shown up in your kitchen.

You fed him some turkey and fresh water, and he ate and drank plenty. The little cat didn’t look too dirty, nor too famished. It’d probably been abandoned by its owner not so long ago, and the thought made your heart ache.

“Do you mind if I pet you, kitten?” The cat meowed, looking at you with its big, black eyes, and rubbed its head against your hand. “Oh! You’re a smart little guy, aren’t you?”

However, the cat ran away shortly after, and you rushed to dress up for work, the hangover from last day still lingering.

The next time you saw it, it was raining cats and dogs, no pun intended, so you invited it in, towelled it dry, and fed it the leftovers of your dinner. It was dark and cold outside, so you also pitied it and allowed him to sleep with you on your bed. Its purring sang you to sleep.

By the time you woke up, the kitten had already disappeared from your embrace, so you got out of the bed to look for it, worrying about whether it had been caught by one of your neighbours’ evil kids to torture it. Kids nowadays were merciless, or at least so were the ones you had met around the block. Besides, your maternal instinct was less than alive.

“Kitten?” you called, leaning out of the bedroom door.

You heard a mellow meowing from the kitchen and saw it sticking out his tongue as it drank the running tap water, too engrossed in it to bother to look at you.

“Kitten! How did you turn it on?”

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Wicked Obsession

You don't like Jimin; you two are nothing alike. He's the campus' infamous fuck boy while you're studious, never stepping foot into parties. It's certainly not a good thing when he grows an obsession over you.

★ pairing: fuck boy!jimin x sub/fem!reader

☆ genre: university au, friends with benefits, smut

★ word count: 8.2k

☆ warnings: dub-con, non-con to a certain extent, take of pictures and videos without consent, threats toward the reader, hard dom jimin <3 (he's pretty soft in this one but still), he's evil and hot, reader's kind of a pervert too if we think about it long enough, pillow humping (f), masturbation (m), unprotected sex, no penetration because it's not a necessity 😌👍🏻, praising & brief degradation, dry humping, grinding, facial, cum eating, cunnilingus & fingering, squirting, jimin's a munch.

a.n.: this is a gift for myself since i crave jimin really, really badly. again, be mature and read the warnings! it's your job to avoid the content you don't like, not mine! 😉

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He's looking at you like a predator, narrowing his eyes and passing his index finger over his plump bottom lip. The only thing you can do is pretend to not see him staring intently at you and work harder on your assignment. If only you could do those things without anxiously glaring up at him and immediately breaking eye contact when he's already looking at you.

He doesn't even engage in the conversation with your group of friends and for some reason nobody has noticed how Jimin is ogling at you.

Why is he suddenly interested in you? Why!?

He knows how much you disapprove of his lifestyle. He doesn't care about his studies, he submits assignments days after the due date because why should he bother about the date when he'll get an A anyway. He puts no effort while you spend days on your homework and it angers you a lot.

Jimin is infamously known for his never ending libido, fucking everything that has two legs, two arms and a pussy. Infamously known to be a fuck boy simply because he breaks every women's heart without a care in the world. He may flash a smile while telling them they were a good hook up and that's it.

And that's why you're in big trouble because Park Jimin can't be obsessed with you.

As you finish typing your sentence on your keyboard, pressing on enter to change paragraphs, you look up. Mainly because you want to distract yourself a little bit from your work, but also because you can still feel his eyes boring into your skull.

Then, you see his black orbs looking straight in front of him where you're sitting while he's leaning against the chair's back, spreading his legs apart. You're surprisingly brave enough to hold eye contact this time, shivers running down your spine when he darts his tongue out to wet his lips.

What did you do for him to stare at you like you're a piece of meat?

It's like he's trying to send you a message, one that would offend you, make you raise your eyebrows in total astonishment and probably stop your heart from beating. Even though you can't decipher his message, you can understand it. Something nasty, so filthy that the devil himself wouldn't approve of.

He tilts his head downward and looks at you through hooded eyes. You have to swallow to not choke on your spit as his gaze destabilizes you so much you can't even process what's happening around you.

Jimin seems to like that, enjoying how weak you are, how you crumble apart just from holding eye contact with him. He smirks, following each one of your movements with his devious eyes.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on your computer's screen, but you can't. He's distracting you and it really annoys you. Why can't he mind his own business?

"Class at ten, gonna go to my locker," one of your friends announces, Taehyung, while getting up from his seat.

Priya, also one of your friends, copies Taehyung's actions, standing up on her feet as well. "Oh, yes! I forgot my lip balm in my locker, I'm coming with you," she smiles at him, putting the straps of her tote bag over her right shoulder.

It's how the table you were hanging at slowly empties, and you let out the breath you were holding when Jimin decides to follow Seokjin and Jungkook to the cafeteria to buy some snacks before class. You're left alone at your request, telling Priya and the other girls that you're going to work extra minutes on your essay before joining them.

You wrote four pages already, only ten more and you'll be done. It's a lot and you're totally discouraged, but that's how university is. You quickly check the time on your phone and start packing your things in your backpack to attend your afternoon class that you share with some of your friends.

You take a seat in the middle beside Priya and you don't miss the glance Jimin sends you when he passes by, going to the back of the class with Jungkook. You're relieved he doesn't sit with you, even though it would have been unusual of him, but his sudden interest in you is unusual so you don't know what to expect anymore.

The professor explains the next project, which is a work that you'll have to do in a team of two people. The instructions are pretty simple, something you can do in less than two weeks. You expect to team up with Priya, after all you're the only girls of your group in this class and you two are close friends.

When the teacher is done with the instructions, he lets everyone form their teams. You do the work with Priya, but that is until Jimin makes his appearance.

"Hey, Pri'. You don't mind working with Kookie, right?" He asks your friend and she looks at him curiously, her eyebrows raising up on her face. You, on the other hand, are very confused, opening your mouth to protest until Priya responds with a joyful smile.

"Oh! No, not at all! You two are doing it together? How nice," she giggles, turning her head to look at you. She takes her books in her arms and walks to Jungkook without thinking twice about it.

Jimin steps aside to let her go, watching her sitting beside Jungkook with an undying smile plastered on her face. Your heart starts beating extremely fast as he takes place next to you, acting as if he just didn't decide to work with you without your consent.

"What are you doing! I never said I'd team up with you!" You whisper-shout at him, not wanting anyone to hear you complaining.

He checks the papers the teacher gave you earlier about the project's instructions with the evaluation grid, still pretending the situation is completely normal. "Well, I wanted to and you'll work better with me than with Priya, don't you think?" He turns his head in your direction and his expression is serious. He's genuinely asking you this question.

You shrug, frowning even more. "This wasn't for you to decide," you clench your fists on the table, so frustrated that Jimin thinks it's okay to make decisions for you. You're not even close friends, it doesn't make sense. "I prefer working alone if it's like that," you say, rising up from your seat, but the murderous glare he sends you petrifies you on the spot.

"Sit down," he commands severely and you do as he says, fearing him. He eyes you for a few seconds, making sure you won't try to leave him again. When you stay silent, he reports his attention on the project.

You don't say anything else, listening to Jimin's words distractedly, still baffled by what just happened. Students exit the class, others stay, and he offers to go work at the library.

There, you engage in the project with Jimin. You're pleasantly surprised to see that he's really focusing, sharing his ideas and opinions. You suppose he's only hardworking because the result doesn't solely rely on him. You know he's smart, but he prefers to spend his energy on partying instead of on his studies.

An hour passes and you're now working on your own, asking each other's opinion on things you wrote. You eventually forget how he typically forced you to work with him, but you still have this reluctance toward him, this feeling of repugnance.

Jimin isn't disgusting by any means, he's super hot and he knows he is. You might even be attracted to him, no need to deny it when he's so sexy he makes every girl's pussy mewl. But you know better than to act on your sexual desires, especially when they concern a guy as perverted as Jimin.

"Mmh," he seems to be thinking, but you feel like he already knows what he's going to say. "I forgot something at my dorm," he adds, not levelling his gaze from his sheet of paper.

You look at him, confused on why he doesn't explain further, as if it isn't important. "What is it?" You question him and that's when he raises his head, his gaze meeting yours.

His expression is painfully serious, and by now, you can easily recognize that it's a façade. You don't know what he's hiding, but you're sure of one thing; behind those beautiful almond shaped eyes, kindness doesn't reside there.

His eyes pierce through you, watching - observing your person. Jimin does this often, not answering until you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare. You have no clue on what he's trying to do, maybe see how vulnerable you are, how quickly you can break under the mischievous glint of his eyes.

"My charger."

You wouldn't know if Jimin is a liar because everything he says seems believable, the confidence he radiates just tells everyone how trustworthy this man is. But you look over the table where his phone lays down and the screen lights up as he just received a text. His battery is half full.

He takes his iPhone back into his hand, shoving it in his jeans' front pocket as he stands up from his chair. He tidies his stuff back into his pencil case then into his JanSport backpack, but he stops to look at you when you don't do the same thing. "Aren't you coming with me?" Again, his question is asked with a serious tone, as if following him to his dorm is the normal thing to do.

"I thought we'll just leave it there for today," you confess in a small voice, looking up at him from your seat. Your grip on your pencil tightens when his gaze flicks between your face and your breasts. You despise how he doesn't even hide it.

"No," he breathes out calmly, tilting his head to the side. "We'll continue it at my place, we can't stop now, we're doing so well," he smiles and like the unbothered person that he is, he pulls on your pen. It slips out of your hold and Jimin drops it off in your pencil case. "I really want to do this right this time."

And like that, the conversation is closed. You have no choice but to follow him somewhere you've never been before, somewhere you know he won't hold himself back.

Jimin is guiding you with his soft voice, his hand placed on the small of your back, brushing his fingers adorned with rings across your naked body. You are sobbing out, feeling dirty, but the tingle between your legs is so good.

His lips are close to your ear, the corners of his mouth lifted to form a devilish smile. "Look at you, sweet thing... enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He whispers into your ear, doing slow circular motions with his hand on your back to soothe you.

You are humping his white pillow, rubbing your pussy frantically against the soft cotton material. Jimin is watching you closely, his smirk never leaving his plush lips. If someone is enjoying it the most, it's him. He likes seeing you losing your dignity bit by bit, and that, only because he asked you to.

The hair on the nape of your neck is wet and you have to tuck his pillow upwards regularly, this one falling down from your weak grip. Jimin doesn't bother to give you a hand, liking the way you are struggling to rut your hips against the soiled pillow, so eager to finally have your release.

For him, it's okay. Making you submit, ripping the last bit of confidence you had in you, forcing you to do things you find wrong. 'It's natural, after all', he said. 'Your body needs it, you can't keep denying your sexual desires for the rest of your life'. He is right about one point; your body needs it, but not you. It's where he fails to understand.

"See, I knew you would like it... I knew you'd like to rub that little pussy on a pillow," he purrs into your ear, smiling even more when a whine confirms his words. "Don't forget to look at the camera, sweetie," he pats your hair and you raise your head, frowning when you see yourself on his phone's screen.

It's placed on his desk chair in front of his bed, levelled on his chemistry books. When you think about it, the chair was already there, facing the bed, as you entered his room earlier. He had set up everything in advance and the thought itself makes you shudder so deeply that your members shake beside you.

"Jimin-!" You gasp out, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening. You grind your hips harder and faster on the pillow, the same he's sleeping on each night, and feel yourself trembling in anticipation of your orgasm.

At the small call of his name, his face softens, his lips in an exaggerated pout. He takes pity on you, nothing more, just pity because you're so pathetic and weak trying to make yourself cum by humping his pillow.

"I know, baby," he coos, caressing your back, the cool silver of his rings brushing against your burning skin. His other hand gropes your breasts, strong veins pulsing out along his arm. He fumbles the flesh of your boobs, teasing your perky nipples with his palm. "Just let it go..."

You rub your clit against Jimin's pillow, twisting the fabric between your fingers, moving your hips frantically until your orgasm hits you. Jimin looks at you in awe, he has a wicked curiosity to watch you shake in pleasure - a pleasure you didn't ask for. He loves the tears that run down your chubby cheeks, loves that despite everything, you still like this.

You whine as you drive off your high, soiling the pillow with your juices and cum. Jimin lets out a groan, pulling the cushion away from your drenched cunt. "You did such a good job, baby," he praises you and passes an arm around your waist, bringing you against him. "What a sweet girl, so obedient, and just for me."

His free hand grips the back of your thigh and pulls it over his hip, making you fall underneath him on the mattress. You moan softly, feeling your pussy quivering, asking more than just a clitoral orgasm.

Jimin settles between your legs, pampering your neck in sloppy kisses, discovering your body with his pillowy and plump pink lips. He hesitates to mark you, to leave love bites all over your skin, but he refrains himself from it. Not yet.

Your hair is spread all over his bed, your beautiful tits displayed for him. He places a hand above your shoulder on the mattress to support his weight, the other holding your thigh that is locked behind his back. He lowers his head toward your breasts and positions himself better, bending his elbow beside your arm instead of leaving his hand next to your head.

His hot breath hits your nipples, making them even harder. He wraps his plushy lips around one, suckling on it avidly, leaving you panting heavily. Your face is hot, the entire room feels hot, and you think you might melt down under Jimin.

He licks your supple flesh, feeling the lines of your stretch marks under his pink muscle. He plays with the other that is left out by his mouth, pinching and pulling on your little bud. Quickly, your boobs are glistening in his spit, a beautiful sight he wants to reproduce every time he's with you.

"Jiminie..." You moan his name, arching your back as he bites gently on your nipple, flattening his tongue over it after as if to apologize for the pain. You're like a little doll for Jimin to play with, to love and care for.

He's acting awfully sweet as he rips the pureness out of you, sucking fervently on your nipples that you feel your stomach clench. It's a mix of discomfort and pleasure, making you feel weird, but also giving your core tingles you've never experienced before.

His crotch presses against your wet pussy and he slowly grinds his hips, making you aware of his hard cock trapped in his jeans. He detaches his lips from around your nipple and your breast bounces down to the side after. Jimin finds his spot in the crook of your neck again, still grinding his hips against yours.

He lets out a guttural moan from his throat and your pussy clenches around nothing but air. You have to admit that you don't really know what's happening, too drunk on the hormones both of your bodies are releasing. The rutting of Jimin's hips is pleasuring you, stimulating your clit perfectly, but that's not what you wanted, is it?

"Mmh, fuck," he curses, nuzzling your neck and giving you little kisses that want to be reassuring. "I'm so fucking horny, I want to fuck you so bad you have no idea," he presses his bulge harder on you, wanting to feel more friction, but his clothes are restraining him too much.

He looks you in the eye, catching every little moan that escapes your lips, accompanying his grunts and the noise of his bed creaking. He breathes onto your face as he painfully grinds his hips against yours. Maybe you would like him to penetrate you and fuck you until you can't feel any of your limbs, or until he ejaculates deep into you, stuffing you full of his seeds.

Maybe you would like it, maybe you would consider it.

He breaks eye contact as he sits back on his knees, glancing at your messy cunt, quivering helplessly. He grips the back of his white t-shirt with his two hands, pulling on the collar to pass it over his head. He throws it away on the floor where your clothes are as well, revealing to you his beautiful chest.

He has a tattoo on his rib cage, the word nevermind spelled in uppercase inked on his pale skin. His abs are well defined and his nipples are in a shade of dark pink. You can see the muscles of his biceps and he has a trail of hair under his belly button, going to his pelvis. Jimin looks dreamy, it's a shame that he has such a nasty reputation.

He unbuckles his belt, the clanking sound making your stomach flutter, pussy impatiently waiting for him and what he has to deliver. He doesn't stop looking at you as he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them while your eyes immediately lower to his crotch. Under these boxers, there's a huge bulge, and you imagine a thick cock, average length but unreal girth.

"Do you want to see my cock, sweetie?" He asks you in a gentle voice, a smile on his lips, but there is no mockery behind it. Though he's asking, he's not really waiting for your consent. He doesn't need it, not at the point where you are. "Aren't you a little bit curious?" His right hand comes to caress his hard on over his boxers, veiny hand gripping it and palming it.

You don't respond, mostly because you don't know what to say. You glimpse in the direction of the chair where his phone is settled down, seeing Jimin's body hovering over yours. He looks so imposing, dominating, and for some reason this sends a wave of heat between your legs.

You look back at him and you swallow, wondering if all of this talk is to make a show for the camera. You know he knows how much it disturbs you, but it seems like it doesn't bother him. It spurs him on even more, watching your face contort in discomfort and fear, wanting to bury yourself six feet under ground.

But he also knows that despite those negative feelings, you like this situation very, very much. Your body betrays your emotions; pussy leaking down your ass, wetness sticking to your inner thighs, nipples hard and pupils dilated.

He bites down on his bottom lip, passing his thumbs under the band of his briefs. Your heart accelerates, mind going crazy at the fact of seeing Jimin's dick just in front of you, centimetres away from your crotch.

"So excited to see me... You're going to like it, baby, believe me," he chuckles, lingering his eyes over your naked body, noticing the goosebumps running along your skin and making your hair stand up on your arms.

You almost whimper when he tucks the band of his boxers down, setting his cock free from its confines. It twitches twice before standing up proud against his pale stomach, pink tip glistening from pre-cum under the light of his bedroom.

You were right; Jimin is girthy, not super long and unshaved, but his head reaches a few inches under his belly button. He's really thick, and with what you've already seen in your life, you know his dick can't enter without forcing the entry a little bit. And this is not good, really not good. Not to mention the size of his balls that will surely leave bruises on your ass.

You're not sure if you like it.

You back away on the bed, trying to escape Jimin, but he's fast at gripping your thighs and pushing you back over to him. A laugh doesn't miss to leave his mouth, finding you silly for trying to run away from him when really, there's no way of getting away.

"It's okay, little thing. No need to fight..." His gaze lowers down to his dick where he takes it in his hand, angling it toward your pussy. "It's going to happen whether you want it or not," his last words end up in a whisper, too focused on swiping his tip through your folds to speak louder.

Your walls clench around nothing and you curse yourself for it, knowing that Jimin probably saw it. You whine when you feel him rubbing his mushroom head against your clit, his cock now covered in your wetness. He teases your hole, circling it slowly, collecting more of your arousal on his length.

Then, he pushes his head in slightly, testing how your pussy adjusts itself to the size of his thick cock. You wince as he pushes in over and over again, never putting more than the tip.

"Please, stop- Jimin, it's too much," you shake under him and throw your arms over his shoulders, this simple action making him actually reconsider what he's doing. "I can't take it..."

His eyes shift up to your face, not saying anything yet, observing if you're bluffing or not. If he's a good liar, then you're a bad one. He sighs, replacing his hands on each side of your head. "Don't worry," he promises, his lips brushing the side of your face, his breath tickling your burning cheek.

He glides his cock over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips apart and covering his erection in your juices. His girth stimulates your bud of nerves just the way you need it to feel the knot in your tummy tightening again. You're still sensitive, but it feels good. It's dirty, having your cum dripping down your hole, having Jimin's dick sliding up and down your drenched pussy, mixing his pre-cum to your own arousal.

Dirty, but great, oh, so great.

The zippers of his jeans sting the skin of your thighs as he grinds his cock over your clit non-stop, making you whine and moan, in pleasure or in pain, whatever it is you don't care anymore. It's slow and somehow sensual at first, Jimin moaning himself while driving his erection through your folds.

He gives you small kisses all over your face and while he does so, you can't believe that this is the same man that you used to say you hated so much. Each kiss is warm and soft, on your cheekbones, on your forehead or on the corner of your mouth, you love them all. You could forget about his phone filming your intercourse, you could forget about how he forced you to team up with you, you could forget about everything just by the delicate touch of his plump lips on your skin.

Each roll of his hips seems painful with the way he hisses and twists the bedsheets between his fists, very weak strings holding him back from fucking his cock into your pussy. You don't understand why he respects your boundaries now, but you won't complain.

"Mmh, a-ah, fuck..." You can't get over the fact how his voice sounds so angelic, so pure, and yet, he's doing that to you. Even his deepest moans are honeyed, butterflies flapping their wings in your belly as he growls into your ear.

He fastens the cadence of his hips before stopping, as if he'd have broken down to his real urges if he had continued.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'll have to cum on your face," he informs you, his wet cock leaving your pussy. "And I want some souvenirs..." He smiles deviously, getting up on his knees to stand over your chest.

You watch him pump himself lazily, his cock hovering over your face, mouth hanging open to catch your breath. He frowns and lets out a guttural moan, looking at your poor figure laying helplessly under him. He wets his lips and directs the tip of his cock to your mouth. You close it and he takes the opportunity to pass his head over your lips, smearing your own cum on them.

He tilts his head to the side, smiling as he glances at you with such a sick curiosity. "Do you like tasting yourself on my cock, baby? Hmm?" His eyes glint in mischievousness, so turned on to use you how he pleases, how he always wanted it. "Tastes good, doesn't it? Couldn't get enough even if you wanted to..." It doesn't have much of a flavour, you think, but Jimin seems to really like it.

He decides to jerk himself off just above your face and you clench your thighs, watching in awe how his hand grips tightly his erect penis and how his palm runs up and down smoothly around it. There's something about not being able to move, trapped under Jimin, that has your clit throbbing furiously.

Maybe it's something about him pleasuring himself shamelessly, spurts of your arousal splashing around as he fucks his fist, or something about his soft but deep moans he lets out from time to time, staring at you intently as you're the one making him so horny right now.

He passes a hand through his black hair, his bangs wet from his sweat. He twists his wrist, focusing on his swollen tip before stroking his whole length. "Ah, shit," he sounds really sensitive, sucking air through his teeth. "Gonna cum," he announces rapidly, fastening the pace of his palm.

The veins on his arm are producing, and you're amazed at how many there are. His rings shine as the light makes them glint each time he comes up to his mushroom head.

You open your mouth by instinct, flattening your tongue on your chin, which makes Jimin groans angrily. "Aah, what a good fucking slut," he angles his dick toward your face, long strands of white cum landing on your face as he moans out loudly. "Oh, God..." He mutters under his breath, spilling his creamy cum across your face.

It doesn't go as planned, his seeds leak down on your nose and forehead in a long trail rather than on your tongue and lips. You close one eye because some of his cum drips down on it, keeping the other open. He fucks himself dry, little white beads spilling out of his tip to fall on your cheeks.

"Mmh, fuck, so pretty..." Jimin's eyes linger on your face, stroking himself distractedly as his cock softens in his hand. You retract your tongue back in your mouth, watching him pick up his phone from the chair.

He stops the recording and goes to take a photo vertically, cupping your chin to make you face the camera correctly. He smiles behind his phone, thumb hovering over the button. You hear the capturing sound two times before he's starting another recording.

He lets go of your chin to collect his cum on his fingers that was dripping down to your eye, bringing his digits to your lips. You can then open your eyelid, parting your lips slightly for him to insert his index and middle finger in. You lick them clean, tasting him on your tongue. It's salty, but nothing really repulsive as you thought it would be.

He pulls out of your mouth, giving your cheek a slight slap. You feel the wetness of your saliva on it. Jimin throws his phone away on his bed when he's finished with the video, stuffing himself back into his jeans. He gets up from you and helps you wipe the remains of his cum on your face.

You don't move until he dresses you in one of his t-shirts, your body completely drowned in it. You go pee and when you get out of the bathroom, he envelops you in his strong arms, bringing you back to bed.

He hugs you tightly against his naked chest, laying his head on your chest in a really intimate manner. "You won't tell anyone? Please," you whisper and he elevates his head from you, looking at you with a serious expression.

He answers nothing, instead he lays on his side and pulls you closer. He strokes your hair gently as you listen to his heartbeat, mind empty. You fall asleep eventually, only to wake up the next day, leaving in a hurry to your own dorm to prepare yourself for another day of university.

You are sitting on a bench in the university's baseball field, doing homework once again. Jimin is always glancing at you from where he is on the field, throwing the ball at Taehyung for him to hit with the bat he's holding.

Taehyung and Jungkook are changing places regularly, one or the other being the hitter. Seokjin is monitoring the two youngest, giving them tips or correcting the way they are positioned since he's the most experienced, being the baseball team's captain.

Priya is beside you, glued to her phone, probably texting Namjoon, the guy she's seeing at the moment. A gym addict, you remember her telling you and also apparently Seokjin's good friend from another campus.

Even though you're focused on your work, you still feel Jimin's eyes on you and it scares you to think that he might have told everyone about you two. He didn't because no one has addressed it, but there's a doubt, a little voice in your head telling you that he didn't respect your wish to keep it a secret.

If your friends know it, your parents, even the whole school... you have no idea how you will manage it. It doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but you just don't want this kind of information to follow you for life. Jimin isn't the type of guy you want to be associated with.

Despite the sweet nicknames he calls you, his devilish smile that makes butterflies erupt in your tummy, his insanely pretty face, his soft voice that makes you shiver, his plump pink lips browsing your skin, his beautiful hands gripping your thighs, his hot cum painting your face, how he's so gentle but has the evilest intentions at the same time.

Despite all of those things, you don't want him. You really don't. But he does.

The time passes as the boys' laughters fill the air, the positions changing; Priya talking with Taehyung, Seokjin and Jungkook bickering, Jimin making fun of them and glancing your way when his attention drifts off of his friends.

You sigh when you have to get back to your dorm by yourself, your unfaithful friend too swamped by a boy to realize you're still there. You collect your things, laptop in its cushioned case and notes back into its assigned binder.

You think you can sneak out of the baseball field without anyone noticing, but you're so wrong to even assume he doesn't have his eyes set on you.

Outside the field, you stop walking when a familiar voice calls you. "Where are you going?" You turn around, only to be met with, evidently, Jimin.

You shrug, glimpsing behind you where the university's building is. "To the dorms..." You answer, not too sure why you sound hesitant. It's not like you need his permission to go back to your room. It's late at night anyway, and you don't want to get bit by mosquitoes.

He closes the distance between you two, stepping ever so slowly, as if to tease you, to chase you. No need to go faster, he knows you'll stay there, frozen on the spot.

"You can go back with the others," you say, frowning as you want him to leave you alone. You don't voice this wish, though and you're lucky you don't because he doesn't like being rejected, especially by you.

His gaze darkens as he narrows his eyes at you and you're scared for a moment before the corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk. "No, I'm coming with you," he decides and you know this isn't a proposition, it's a statement.

But you're not okay with this. So you back away slightly, still facing him, breath quickening. He notices your reluctance and he frowns, a scowl on his face. You keep moving back and he keeps moving forward, that is until you have enough and run in the university's direction.

Your sudden move takes Jimin by surprise and you hear him calling your name, clearly annoyed with you. He asks himself if he should run after you because if he does people will see him and that's not something he wants. But he knows you're going to the dorms, so he just has to arrive there before you do.

You soon make your way to the university residence building, relieved Jimin didn't follow you. You thought he would have, but it seems like he didn't want to bother running after you. You nonetheless look behind you from time to time, verifying in case he did in fact follow you, but you don't see him.

A little voice tells you how unfortunate it is that he didn't chase after you. Is it because he doesn't like you anymore? For some twisted reason, this idea disappoints you. Did he realize you weren't as interesting as he thought you would be or does he think you were shitty in bed? That would be quite humiliating and sad.

You liked the attention he gave you.

When you step into the corridor your room is located in, your eyes widen and your heart almost explodes as you see Jimin casually waiting in front of your door. You didn't expect him to be there, how did he even enter without you noticing?

You feel like a poor little bunny who has nowhere to go, damned to be eaten alive by the big, bad wolf slowly approaching its prey. But the difference between you and the bunny is that you're secretly turned on to be tracked down by Jimin.

He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on when he perceives you walking in. His smile doesn't leave his beautiful plump lips, his mischievous eyes scanning your little body from head to toe.

As he reaches you, you finally come out of your torpor. "Jimin," you warn him and he stops, inches away from you. "I'm not... doing this. I don't want to."

He doesn't look convinced at all. Who are you trying to fool now, you or him? It's better not to be him because he's not the kind to give up on something he really wants.

He tilts his head, looking at you curiously, the expression he does when something intrigues him. "Don't act like this now, sweetie," he purrs, closing the gap between you two. Your breath is caught in your throat, avoiding his gaze at all cost. You're trapped between him and the wall. "You wouldn't like to have your pretty body leaked, hm, baby? It wouldn't really be a secret anymore..."

He touches your cheek with his hand, caressing the side of your face with his index finger. You shudder, pressing your books tightly against your chest. "W-What? I thought- I thought..." You stutter out, heart thumping against your rib cage.

"It doesn't matter what you thought, sweet thing." His words come out husky, his hot breath fanning across your face, making goosebumps run all over your skin. "It's okay if you don't want to, but you have to know that there'll be consequences," he almost sings this threat to you as he sounds so angelic and you're more and more scared by him. Scared in a way that makes your clit throb.

He cages you between the wall and him, pressing his body against yours feverishly til it makes him ill. Your two breaths intertwine, mingling together to create a compact atmosphere where it's hard for you to even think straight.

"The videos.... oh, and that pic," he reminds you and the events are quick at coming back into your mind. "Are all saved in my phone, only for me to look at... and believe me, I must have replayed them at least ten times, if not more," he informs you. "And, God, I was so hard just looking at you, baby."

You can't help but clench your thighs, imagining him with his phone in one hand, his cock in the other.

"Jimin," you breathe out quietly, coming out like a whisper, the sound of your voice making him focus on you. He glances down at your face, watching your lips parting to pronounce your next word. "Stop..."

Though he might have been soft before, you rejecting him again when you're clearly turned on makes him mad. He grabs your wrist and you gasp when he pulls you with him, bringing you to his room instead of yours.

You try to free yourself from his grip, but you fail miserably, almost tripping over your feet. Some people look at you weirdly, no one really stops to ask what's going on. He drags you to his door and opens it hurriedly, closing it when you're both inside.

He takes your books and your backpack away from you, putting them on the ground. You observe him in awe, you're completely in shock. He removes his baseball jacket swiftly as well as his shoes and pushes you on his bed. Your body bounces back on the mattress, Jimin crawling up to you like a hungry feline.

Heat floods through your abdomen to your core, setting your whole body on fire while your panties are getting wet as he's about to do whatever he wants to you. You squirm under him, but not because you want to get away - your body is aching to be touched, to be pleasured.

Face to face, he presses his body against yours until there's no gap separating you. He is insistent and you feel like suffocating, but you'll survive, very much so. Jimin is giving you his breath and you're giving him yours.

His t-shirt hangs loosely on him, the ends of the sleeves stopping just over his elbows. Some kisses are placed on your cheeks, on your lips, on your neck. It tingles sweetly, your stomach doing a flip, butterflies partying in your belly, pussy mewling. You feel everything at once, and intensively.

You don't protest when he removes your crop top, letting your breasts out, nipples hardening from the cold air hitting them. He plays with them for a brief moment, pinching and pulling on the little buds, before lowering down on you. Your mouth hangs open, not expecting him to do that to you.

He pulls your shoes off your feet, letting them fall on the floor beside his bed. He eyes your little white socks, deciding it'd be better if you keep them on. Due to your position and the fact that you're wearing a skirt, Jimin can see your cotton panties from his point of view. He smirks, looking at the wet patch over your cunt.

He passes an arm under your back, pulling the zipper of your skirt down and he rips the material off of you. You gasp at his brutality, but you don't think about it furthermore as he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear, sliding it down your legs despite your little whines of embarrassment.

Your femininity is now very exposed to his insatiable eyes, gazing at it like a hungry man. Settled between your legs, he passes them over his shoulders, holding the back of your thighs so they stay open for him.

"Hmm, always so pretty... And it's all for me," he licks his lips, pink tongue peeking through them. He pushes your thighs up against your chest so he has a better access to your cunt, already glistening in your arousal. Only your feet are touching his shoulders, now. You wish for a moment that he was shirtless, and you're too shy to ask him to remove his t-shirt.

Your meaty thighs are squished over your lower stomach and you won't lie that the position is hard to keep. You're not that flexible, and surely not athletic, unlike Jimin. You whimper a little bit, feeling his breath on your wet pussy, making you shiver.

"Hold your legs up for me, sweetie," he softly commands, giving you an appreciative smile when you sneak your hands under your knees. "Good girl," he praises and you can feel your clit pulsating at how badly his words affect you.

He places his arms around your thighs and takes a hold of your hips. The cool metal of his rings brushes against your skin and you notice the chain around his neck dangling, the pendant bumping into the bed covers.

Jimin finally focuses on your cunt and when he blows on it, you can't hold in your moan. He's happy to hear your reactions, loving how you're so sensitive, how your puffy clit begs him to suck on it. But the first thing he does is kiss your inner thighs delicately while caressing your body along your curves with his veiny hands.

Then, his lips get closer to your warmth, impatiently waiting for him. He wraps his lips around your bud of nerves and suckles on it, eliciting quiet moans from you. It's gentle and you've never felt better, your fingers are in no comparison to his skillful mouth.

He sucks a bit more and your face contorts in pleasure. You try to glance at Jimin, but your position only allows you to see a fluffy head of black hair buried between your legs. The view is so filthy and you become drunk off his mouth, loving what's happening, barely remembering that he threatened you to leak the videos of you two having sex.

The sucks turn into licks, his wet muscle sliding from your hole up to your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips apart in the process. He teases your entrance with the tip of his tongue, circling around it, just dipping in slightly enough to make you needy.

Before you can ask for more, he flicks his tongue on your sensitive bud, moving his muscle from side to side rapidly. You moan out, feeling delicious tingles in the pit of your stomach. You grip your thighs harder, pussy clenching and begging to be fucked by Jimin's huge dick with such eagerness.

"Oh, my God, Jimin!" Your legs start to shake and his tongue gives you an orgasm, arching your back as he keeps stimulating your clit until you're off your high.

You sense him collecting your cream with his tongue, dipping into your folds. You let go of your thighs, letting them fall by your sides. You try to catch your breath as Jimin is still nuzzled in your pussy as if he's licking the plate after eating his meal, leaving nothing behind.

"Please, s-stop..." You cry out, being overstimulated by him. You attempt to push his head away, but he doesn't nudge a bit. "It's too much."

He looks up at you, leaning on his elbows. "Stop complaining or I'll fuck this pussy with my cock without feeling any pity," he warns you and you give up, but you still whine weakly.

When you think he's finished, he penetrates you with two fingers at once, sliding in so easily with how wet you are. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, your own fingers are certainly not as big as Jimin's. They might be small for a man, but in no way that means they're the same size as yours.

"Shh, my sweet baby, it's okay. Relax, you're so tense..." He says, face hovering over your cunt as he slowly pumps his digits into you. He keeps them straight the first few strokes, but he starts to scissor your insides as well. You feel your pussy expanding around his fingers, it's a really unfamiliar sensation, but since it's Jimin, you slowly chill down.

He hooks his fingers perfectly inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot. The overstimulation is replaced by this new pleasure, much more intense and significant than the other. He expertly moves his two digits at a regular pace, holding your thigh up with his free hand.

Your juices are dripping down your ass, the feeling kind of uncomfortable, but Jimin fingering you makes you forget about everything around you except for him.

His palm is facing up, colliding with your clit each time he's knuckles deep into your messy cunt. He hums pleasantly when he feels you clench around him, seeing that you're having a good time. He lowers his head again and you immediately grasp his hair in your fist when he nips at your sensitive clit.

He flattens his palm since his chin is in the way and instead pets your spot inside of you with the pads of his fingers. It's sweet and almost magical. You feel like he's munching on your pussy, opening and closing his mouth over your clit, tongue viciously licking the little bud. It's slow, it's perfect, it's everything your body needs. That you need.

You let out soft moans, pulling on his black locks, completely in love with his mouth until it leaves you again. You would have complained, despite his warning of earlier, but he literally finger fucks you and it cuts you off instantly from saying anything.

He doesn't miss a beat, constantly rubbing your magic spot, making you lift your back from the mattress. You twist the bedsheets between your fingers, a fire in your belly, growing more and more with Jimin's ministrations.

"What the-!" You never say the end of your sentence, frowning and closing your eyes as you let the pleasure of another orgasm take over you. Jimin never stops, gaze shifting between your face and your pussy regularly to catch your reactions. "Jimin, wha-what's... Oh, God!" You scream, and everything happens so fast.

He pumps his fingers in and a clear liquid floods out of your cunt, in droplets first, but then bigger. You don't see what's happening, but an intense pleasure rips through you and your body is shaking like a leaf.

"Oh, fuck," you hear Jimin cursing, almost moaning after. His rhythm slows down, more fluid coming out. "You're such a girl good, shit, it's so fucking hot," he growls and stops his movements, hand cupping your cunt, patting it gently.

There's a wet puddle under your ass and you blink several times, coming back to Earth, feeling totally knocked out. "Jiminie..." You whine out, looking down at him.

The front of his t-shirt is soaked and some droplets fall from his chin. Immediately, you feel your cheeks heating up, so embarrassed from what you did. You squirted all over him to the point of wetting his clothes. But he looks nowhere disgusted, rather turned on than anything else.

He laughs, though it's not to mock you at all. He's just so happy, so fucking in love.

"I'm sorry..." You apologize shyly, but Jimin shakes his head, crawling back up to you.

"No, baby, no..." He coos, pampering your cheeks and forehead in feathery kisses. "There's nothing to be sorry for. It felt good, am I right?" He asks and you nod, feeling particularly ashamed. "Of course it was, I should have filmed it... Well, maybe next time," he sighs contentedly, smiling adorably.

He kisses you on the lips and after that intense orgasm, you start to feel guilty. Embarrassed, ashamed. Not because you stained his t-shirt, but because you liked it. A lot.

It makes you want to repeat it solely with Jimin. Forever and ever. But you can't, not again, not after you told yourself you wouldn't.

For Jimin, it was everything he's ever wanted in his life. You and him in the same bed, having sex, enjoying yourselves. It couldn't be better, really. He'll do anything it takes to keep you with him and believe him when he tells you there's going to be a next time.

Nothing will stop him from having what he wants, not even you.

desperate | pjm (m.)

pairing: model!jimin x pa!reader

summary: being Jimin's assistant made you immune from his flirty tactics, but somehow you find it hard to resist him when he unusually becomes desperate.

rating: 18+ | word count: 3.8k

genre/au: smut (a bit of plot if you squint)

warnings/content: crude language, masturbation, fellatio, handjob, deepthroating, face fucking?, switch dynamics, a lot of pining ig, cheeky jimin that has many lustful thoughts and he's a brat too oml

a/n: been a long while and this is unplanned as always lmao. was supposed to be posted on the 14th but the universe said no so i couldn’t post it. anyways, this is for the 2nd anniversary of this blog’s official debut in this community so why not post a fic of the person who made me start writing in the first place, as the first fic of 2023 just like he was my first fic in this blog (just in time with vibe’s release, his solo album announcement and his official partnership with Dior too! 0.0). thank you Jimin for being my light, i love you 🥰

― masterlist — navigation — wips

You’re currently on your knees, helping Jimin out with his problem.

Not that kind, goodness no. He’s been doing practice poses for his shoot as soon as he arrived like he always does in each photoshoot. You ignored his flushed look when he entered the studio, already knowing his morning routine and went straight for the pre-shoot meeting. Everything was smooth until you noticed some stain on his black pants when you were checking him for any final touches.

So here you are now, dabbing the wet wipes around the spot on his thigh while he’s leaning against the frame of the glass partition behind him. 

He’s lucky that most of the staff are not here yet so you have time to remove the stain from his pants, a cum stain that almost made you scream when he told you sheepishly that it was from some girl he fucked this morning before coming to the studio.

“are you still mad? i told you i didn't realize she’d be a creamer”

In any other situation, this would've been a strange exchange with someone you essentially work for. Jimin has no filter in the way he talks to you but you don’t really mind it as you do the same. You and he have grown closer to one another each day since you started working for him so these types of conversations became normal between you both.

It's one of the perks of Jimin hiring someone around his age for a personal assistant. You've been with him from the very start of his career, barely scraping anything during that time with the both of you fresh from graduation. When he initially asked you, you looked at him incredulously because his plan was quite risky. Jimin understood your hesitance but he was surprised when you finally agreed after a bit of consideration.

Your friends said that it must be the puppy eyes that he constantly gives you but no, you knew of Jimin during college. It’s common knowledge from your mutual acquaintances of how hardworking he is and you’ve witnessed it a few times before so you said yes because why not. You're both in the same boat anyways, still looking for other jobs and who knows, if this works then it will be great for your future careers. 

You remember when Jimin got his very first paycheck, running up to you with a tight hug and asking you something that you’ve been wanting for a while. You were confused but then he cracked a smile and revealed that he wanted to treat you as a gratitude for doing your best to find casting calls and gigs for him. You were happy of course, with both of your hard work finally coming to fruition.

This dynamic you have with Jimin as a very close friend and colleague has been pretty balanced as the years go by. There are times when you fought, unavoidable with your contrasting personalities but you both became comfortable with one another regardless. This makes your teamwork efficient with more understanding from both sides as your relationship gets closer.

“believe me, it’s hers, not mine i swear” he adds, repeating what he explained earlier when you don’t answer him.

Thoughts aside, you do, of course, believe him because Jimin’s one of the most responsible guys you’ve ever known. He always comes prepared for photoshoots and arrives early to do last-minute check-ups despite what his shenanigans are the night before like earlier today. He’ll never go bare with anyone to avoid risks because he already experienced some scares before from past hookups.

No answer from you still but it’s partly because you've been in shambles on the inside with what you feel for him these days. You’re not only annoyed by this whole thing but you also felt uneasy at what he said. You’ve been used to it but you somehow felt the sting when he explicitly laid out his latest hookup. 

You’ll never admit to yourself or him why because it would be unprofessional.

At the same time, you’ve also been fighting to focus only on finishing up what you’re doing, occasionally straying your eyes toward the glass windows to calm yourself down. He was practically naked in front of you, with his damn gold necklace where its round pendant dances around his belly button and pointing down to the huge bulge he was sporting. And it would’ve helped if he’s covered, at least while you’re still on the floor. But apparently, he felt the need to not zip it up and just wear it as it is, torturing you with his sculpted body. 

You shouldn’t mind it but you’re a bit suspicious because Jimin’s always been involved in his photoshoots. He always consults with you regarding his outfits even if it’s not part of your job. He often asks for your input as well, discussing his ideas with you before he gives them a go. For this shoot, he picked this specific hooded jacket among all the ones that you’ve shown him, insisting on wearing it without anything under it because this one is apparently very loose. 

Which became an immense distraction to you. 

You remember zoning out earlier in the meeting room when Jimin was picking the final photos from his pre-shoot, trying all the concepts that he’s been wanting to do. You were already a mess with his slicked-back hair and exposed body along with his tight pants. And now you couldn't stop staring at his veiny hands as they hovered around the pictures. The gold rings on both of his index fingers didn’t help either, turning your focus on them instead of listening to him explaining to you and his stylist. 

Jimin of course notices and teases you like always. Though he’s been doing it more frequently these days, adding more to the brewing tension between you. 

He ran his fingers through the pinned pictures on the pegboard and casually picked up the pictures near where you were standing by the edge of the table. He leans closer and closer so you have to fight the urge to look at him, instead focusing your attention on talking with this stylist.

“you alright, __?”

You just scoff and roll your eyes at him, brushing him off with an excuse of being sleep deprived. He’s doing this on purpose, he could’ve lied to you earlier about fucking someone because how is he still hard? Thankfully he zipped up for now so his oversized jacket covers it but you knew he had a hunch about why you’d been acting weird around him right now.

Jimin's been smiling, knowing that his current hairstyle has been your favourite. He noticed it when he had his rainbow blond one last time where you couldn't stop touching his hair, hands constantly on it whether hair spraying it or simply tugging its strands whenever you can, reasoning that it's looking messy though it's not.

You couldn't stop looking at him too, eyes staying on him more than you ever did since working for him. That's why he specifically talked to the stylist and the photographer about bringing this hairstyle back for this photoshoot since it’ll also fit with his whole look. Also, you’ve been sneaking glances at him today which has been lifting up his mood. It just adds to how hard his dick is already, affecting you this much makes him very excited for today.

“Jimin, you can't do the shoot with this” you will yourself to ask, relieved that your voice came out sterned. When you look up at him, Jimin swears that his cock just twitched at the view of you in this position, his thoughts playing a different scenario where you’re giving him the suck of his life.

“then help me..” he mindlessly responded, totally not paying attention to what you’re referring to. He's not sure really, his mind’s still hazy and all he can think of is the ache of his balls from not being able to cum earlier.

“i’m trying” you grumble, ignoring his pouting. He’s adorable when he’s like this, and he uses that on you when he wants something. Sometimes it works when he combines it with his affectionate touches but you have to be strong this time. You’re not even sure what he’s specifically talking about but then you’ve also been occupied in trying to fight off your growing lust for him. 

Jimin’s pout turns into a grin after catching your eyes flickering from looking anywhere and on his bulge again, he can sense how your hand’s so tempted to touch it with how much you’re gripping his pants. Your hand continues to fidget, eyes unfocused as you continue to wipe off that stain as hard as you can just in case. You don’t look annoyed now either, but you’re wearing a struggling expression that tells him just how conflicted you are at this moment.

You’re beyond torn because that fucking tent of his pants is dissolving your annoyance little by little with sinful thoughts already creeping up your mind the longer you stay down the floor. 

“where are you looking at?”

“the city view looks good from here”

You automatically answer, clearing your throat in the process before gathering up the pack of wet wipes and the damp cloth along with a bowl of cold water from the ground. You avoid looking at Jimin’s face because you knew he was going to try something now that he noticed your slight slip of judgment.

“yeah, the view is amazing but my view from here is better”

“up or down?” 

“both, but i’d say down. you’d say the opposite, right __?”

You almost dropped what you're holding at his remark but this is nothing new to you: Jimin shamelessly throwing his lewd innuendos at you at any chance he got. You indulge him in it, after all, it’s just harmless flirting between friends, something that you never expected when you took this job. Sometimes it's part of your banter, you doing the same thing to him which catches him off guard sometimes when he's focusing on something while working. You especially do it when discussions of his escapades come to light, which you helped in arranging because of his demanding schedules.

Yes, you’re this dedicated to your job even if it sometimes causes an ache in your heart. 

“why? didn’t you fuck someone?” you deflect, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’s affecting you.

“yeah but i didn’t get to cum, couldn’t…” he trails off as he closes his eyes and grabs his crotch to hopefully feel a little bit of comfort but it's no use. He wants to tell you why he couldn't, wants to let you know who has been stopping him from getting off with other people but you don't care anyways.

“then get rid of it, you still have time”

You state with urgency, nervously looking around if anyone saw but everyone’s been doing their own thing. Patting his thigh, you stand up from your kneeling position and push aside your want to help him in getting rid of it. He might be good at hiding his expressions but he does look like he’s been struggling for hours since he arrived on set. Jimin didn’t do anything but huff before retreating to the dressing room to take care of his problem.

Now that most of the staff are here, you check in with them for any possible last-minute changes. It took your mind off Jimin a bit but your eyes couldn’t stop glancing at the door of his dressing room. You shake your head, pushing yourself to focus on your current task. It’s still early but you want to make sure Jimin’s ready when the scheduled time for his photoshoot is on. This is an important shoot for him so you just hope that he finishes as soon as possible to not keep everyone waiting. 

After you’ve double-checked everything, you decide to fetch Jimin. Nearing his door though is making you more agitated than you already are. You’re about to knock when you hear his loud, sexy groan. fuck. 

You haven't really heard how Jimin sounds properly because each time you catch him fucking someone, either during his breaks or random times when you need something for him to confirm, his partners’ moans usually overpower his so this is quite new, and you won’t deny that you'd love to hear more of it.

“oh fuck..fuck”

Jimin being this loud causes you to panic at the possibility of anyone in the studio hearing him like this. This might not be new for some of the staff but still, you just don’t want everyone to hear how he sounds like. 

You took a deep breath before wandering your eyes around if anyone was watching but thankfully, everyone was busy.

.

He wonders if you’re listening, purposely moaning louder than he intends to as he fists his cock. You probably don’t care and if you ever catch him, you’ll just ignore his attempts and scold him for taking too long at this. It’s always been the case with you but he does find it amusing to piss you off more.

So when he hears the door opening, a smirk creeps up on his face before opening his half-lidded eyes.

“y–”

“shut up” you seethe as you approach his propping form on his vanity. He thinks it's just one of his imaginations again, indulging him with his fantasies. But when he feels you grab the chain of his wrap necklace towards you, his eyes open fully before releasing a small gasp. The smaller chain loop fastens gradually around his neck when you begin pulling its long chain gently while looking into his eyes. He maintains eye contact and you notice the hunger and mischief in them as you continue to pull his necklace.

“s-shit” he whines quietly, though the smirk still remains on his gorgeous face as his hand continues to stroke his cock even faster. His other hand reaches for the dark bottle of lube, bringing it in front of you before pumping its nozzle on his very angry tip.

He closes his eyes again, placing the bottle back on the table while his other hand spreads the lube around his dick. You’re speechless for a second with this whole show he’s putting on, pausing to watch him. It’s when his other hand comes up in an attempt to touch you to come closer that breaks your reverie, swatting his hand away.

You stare him down, brows scrunching while contemplating what to do next. This would be crossing whatever boundaries you have with Jimin both in your personal and professional relationship. You had to look away from him to think this through. You’re used to seeing him semi-naked with other people before but not like this. Him now naked from the waist down in front of you, his tight black pants pooling around his ankles.

It’s Jimin’s desperate whimpers that made your mind up. There’s no point in denying wanting the same thing he desires from you.

“i’ll help you but don't make a sound” you command and he nods, too fucked out to respond because all he wants is his release.

Your hand replaces his before you kneel on the hard floor, immediately swallowing his cock to not waste more time. One of Jimin’s hands is on your head at once, not gripping your hair but just holding onto you for support because fuck, your mouth feels so much better than his hands, hell it's even better than pussies he’s had before.

It’s you, of course, Jimin has always thought about how much better you’ll be at pleasuring him than others. He smiles after noticing your demeanour change as soon as your mouth envelops him. It must be the lube flavour that he specifically picked knowing apple’s one of your favourites. Your mouth is greedily sucking him in now, warm tongue lapping up the entirety of his cock.

"you were drooling for my cock earlier, hmm? bet you wouldn't mind sucking me off in front of everyone outside" his mocking tone shudders, his attempt of gaining control wavering with you being encouraged by what he said. You bob your head faster, opening your mouth more to take him deeper cause the view from where you are is spurring you to do more. Jimin in his fucked out glory is a sight to watch, his gold link earrings swaying as he tosses his head back, his plump lips getting swollen from him biting them to hold his moans in.

You want to see more of it. 

When Jimin’s not closing his eyes from the pleasure, they never leave yours as he stares right into them. He surprises you when he gets up from leaning on the vanity, his hand moving from the top of your head down to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. This made him push deeper into your mouth so you loosen your jaw, the new angle allowing more of his length in your mouth. As soon as his tip reaches the back of your throat, you’re unable to stop releasing gurgling moans when it nudges further.

“can’t..believe..you’re.. choking on my cock right now..”

Jimin rasps needily as he rolls his hips slowly, deeper with each thrust. The vibrations from your moans are not helping him in holding his orgasm longer. He’s been trying hard because he wants to prolong this, relish this view of you on your knees and your mouth on him because who knows if this will ever happen again. He’s losing himself, grinding on your face while his hand starts massaging your nape in time with his thrusts.

Now you’re confused because you for sure thought that he’ll start fucking your throat roughly the moment you allowed him but he’s not. You take a deep breath through your nose as you come up, readying your throat in case he’ll change his mind later when he’s close to cumming. But the way he’s touching your nape is making you relax, distracting you from your main reason for helping him in the first place.

He’s close already, his cock's been throbbing before you started bobbing your head earlier. His pace also changes a bit faster but is still slow and you’re confused as to why he’s been holding back. His breathing turns erratic and his lower abs are flexing. You know it so before he does so dig your nails into both of his meaty thighs before one of your hands leaves and pushes away his hold on your head. 

You take him deeper until your lips reach the skin of his crotch, immediately pushing back when he grabs your head again, releasing his cock from your mouth which causes Jimin to whimper in frustration.

“that's for making me wipe other girl's cum on your pants” you glare at him, voice hoarse from taking him that deep in your throat. Standing up from kneeling was making your legs wonky, feeling numb from your previous position but your mind’s not on it with your prior annoyance resurfacing because of his attempt to pacify you.

Jimin, however, begins laughing.

Your brows rise from his reaction, totally not expecting this because you were really sure that you already got him under you.

“so you’re jealous after all,”

“i’m not, i wouldn’t help you if i were” you counter, avoiding his eyes as you pull his jacket back on him, it was slipping on one side already, showing his muscular arms and the tattoo on his ribs. Your fingers have minds of their own when you start tracing each of the letters, causing Jimin to shiver at your touches but the devilish smile remains on his handsome face.

“but you’re doing it to prove something, right?”

You don’t know how to answer him and you don’t want to tell him the truth because it’ll just feed his already massive ego. Instead, you grab his swollen dick, hot and heavy in your hands and begin stroking him roughly. The slick from the lube, his precum and your saliva made it easier for your plan. There’s no way you’ll let him, he’ll never be able to make you admit it.

The smile disappears from his lips as his whole body shakes with a cry, not expecting your punishing pace on him. You want to look at him, to watch his smug face morph back into a pliant one.

But you can’t.

Jimin couldn't cum earlier while fucking another girl because all he can think about is you and now you’re doing what exactly he’s been imagining for months, years. You’re still not looking at him, your brows scrunching in focus on jerking him off. He can’t stop himself from bucking into your hands when your thumb starts flicking his mushroom tip, nudging his frenulum with your index finger before squeezing his shaft each time you do it.

You’re honestly amazed at how Jimin manages to hold off his climax this long but it shouldn’t surprise you when he has such incredible control of his body. It’s when your other hand reaches out to pull his necklace again to pull him towards you, that he finally gives in. It never crossed your mind that modifying this necklace by combining it with his gold link could serve as an advantage for you when playing with him.

Jimin’s hand leaves the table to muffle his mouth, eyes somewhat begging you to let him cum. You smile and he lets himself go through a series of incoherent cries, still covering his mouth like you ordered him to. And despite knowing how loud he can be, you quickly move to remove his hands to finally hear the delicious moans that he’s been obediently keeping. 

He continues to rock his hips despite the overstimulation, trying to catch your eyes and when you do look up, he’s back to purposely biting his lips as he gapes at you with his dark brown eyes.

He’s grinning while still biting his lips as he shoots more of his cum into your hands, it’s spilling all over but most of it landed on your black sheer top, especially on the sleeves.

“Jimin what the fuck! you came so much..” your enamoured eyes are focusing on his slit that’s still releasing loads of his sticky cum around your fingers.

“yeah, been holding them back” for you, he wants to add but he just chuckles, breathlessly and all giddy while eyeing you. It could be high from his mind-blowing orgasm but it’s more with how he basically just covered you with his cum.

You look cute when you’re annoyed, grumbling because of the stains on your sheer puffy top. Some of them are on your black leather pants too, and this just adds to his amusement as he watches you walking around frantically, looking for something to clean you both up with before his photoshoot finally commences in about a minute or so.

Jimin’s not sorry of course, seeing his cum stains on you is stirring something carnal in him. It's his way of marking you because you're his now, well, kind of. He'll just make sure to properly mark you next time.

e/n: i initially wrote this around the time it came out and during his birthday but wasn’t planning on posting it until later cuz i do have other priority fics but i just have to since i wasn’t able to post him last year 😭

producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin

genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff

summary: There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain

warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they’re kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings

a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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