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risky business | pjm, jjk (m) | 2
synopsis: you’re a successful entrepreneur in the beauty industry and after your assistant/best friend sees the spread in Korea GQ magazine of a popular k-pop artist, she gets him on the first flight to California to start a sponsorship deal, and it was none other than the world-renowned fuckboy you met at a product launch party for Gucci two years ago.
pairing: jimin x female reader x jungkook
rating: mature (18+)
genre: enemies to lovers, love triangle, angst, fluff, smut
warnings/content: swearing, employer/client relationship, past situationship, fuckboy!jimin, celebrity!jimin, love triangle, tattoo artist!jungkook, jin is reader’s lawyer best friend
explicit content: brief mentions of sex (varies between chapters)
disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction, and in no way does it reflect thoughts or acts of bts in the real world (:
♡ note: finally!! sorry it took me so long to release this. it’s been a long 4 months :’) also, thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and reblogged my writing and thank you so much for the comments as well, it means a lot to me :’)
there is quite a bit of angst in this chapter, enjoy lovelies! ♡
Previous
This has to be a fucking joke, you said to yourself as you stare at the messages on your phone, jaw agape in shock and your heart dropping down to your stomach.
Jungkook had already left before you woke up this morning, leaving a small, neatly folded note on your nightstand that contained his messy handwriting, telling you that he had fun and he couldn’t wait to see you again.
It was sweet, a warm and fuzzy feeling igniting in your tummy at the thoughtful gesture.
But every ounce of warmth you felt was replaced by your breath hitching and your blood running cold as soon as you opened Naiya’s messages.
You felt queasy, like the world was rocking underneath you and your body couldn’t catch up, the aftermath bubbling and waiting to spill after you’d tried so hard to keep it at bay.
Your ghost was coming back to haunt you, threatening to suck all the air out of your lungs and leave you to fight for your sanity.
Park Jimin. The stunning musician, model, dancer and actor; a jack of all trades, and a master of many. The man who is a muse in all art forms. He’s confident and assertive, reeling you in with a sickeningly-sweet smile and endless charm.
Seeing his name was like a punch to your gut, and the thought of him entering your safe space, your livelihood that you worked so hard for, was the icing on a melancholy, 2 year old cake that you hadn’t dared to touch in fear of reopening a wound.
Park Jimin was your ghost, pervasively seeping into every part of you and you weren’t so sure you could soothe the ache this time.
And to make things worse, your friends didn’t know who he was to you, hearing about your heartbreak in pieces through text messages and cryptic ‘I should’ve known better’s’. They never knew the mysterious guy who broke you, the one who grabbed hold of your heart before you’d even noticed, and crushed it with his own bare hands.
You fought it in silence and shame, spending days holed up in your apartment, detached and in denial.
You should’ve never fell for him.
And oh, how stupid you were to think that you could escape him forever.
Pairs of eyes followed you in fear as you stormed into the office building around 4pm, a scowl etched onto your features and breath caught in your throat. No one dared to get in your way, the staff almost holding their heads down as to not encounter your wrath.
The poor intern was even too scared to greet you and ask if you wanted any coffee, something she happily did every time she saw you.
Your heels met the ground with intimidating clicks as you swiftly and angrily made your way to the board room, only pausing your stride to wait for and enter or exit the elevator.
Once you made it to the top floor, the board room was straight ahead with doors of crystalline glass. Jin sat in a chair facing away from you while Naiya met your eyes on the other side of the door, and she gulped. You were seething.
You pushed open the door, and Naiya instinctively took a few steps back.
“Explain. Now.” You spat.
Jin swiveled in his chair to face you and gave you an inquisitive yet disbelieving look. “What crawled up your ass?”
Your eyes narrowed into slits, “‘What crawled up my ass,’ Jin?” You scoffed. “Park fucking Jimin, that’s what. Are you guys serious?”
Naiya chimed in, “Wait, but what’s wrong? What do you have against Jimin?”
Jin rolled his eyes at you, “Can you not PMS right now, please?”
“Fuck you, Jin,” Both of your friends went wide-eyed, “You have no idea what kind of position this puts me in.”
“Well, maybe if you actually told us what’s going on and why you don’t like him, we can get to the bottom of it so that everything goes smoothly,” Naiya was trying to be the peacemaker.
You chuckled dryly. “Hell no, there’s no way this deal is happening. Find someone else,” You began to turn on your heel, making an attempt to exit the room in frustration.
“I hate to break it to you, but that’s not possible anymore,” Naiya said with a frown.
You spun on your heels, “Excuse me?”
“There’s no way we’d find someone in time to replace him, not if we want to be on time with the launch, and you know how important that is. A-And, he’s is already in California,”
You laughed humorlessly, a look of disbelief adorning your features.
“He should be here any minute now,” Jin coughed awkwardly.
“You can’t convince me to work with Park Jimin. I won’t. We’ll figure something else out, no matter what it is.”
“Now, now,” You turned around upon hearing the door open, a slender, feminine hand placed on the hardware as your receptionist lead the way for the subject of the conversation, the one who turned heads and lit up a room. “Is that any way to greet your client?”
There he stood in all his glory, sleek suit and lavish shades on display, accompanied by a beaming, flirtatious smile.
“Jimin,” you greeted him with gritted teeth, forcing an upward turn of your lips.
“Long time, no see, doll.”
Clearing your throat, you looked Jimin directly in his eyes, an irritated glint accompanying your gaze. “Everyone, can you please give Mr. Park and I the room for a bit?”
You eyed his female counterpart—or, assistant, as he’d probably say—as she stood slightly behind him, clad in a blouse and pencil skirt, with red bottom heels that you’re sure Jimin paid for. She carried herself with poise, and she held her head slightly down, as if she questioned whether she was worth being chosen to come to this meeting. You had been like her once. Young, beautiful and easily manipulated, eager to people-please and have others be proud of the work that you did, longing to be appreciated and cared for by a handsome man who would love you.
She was too good for him. Too delicate.
You were like her once, but you told yourself that you would never be like that again.
She spoke up in a voice that was much too tender for the likes of him, “That won’t be needed, Miss. I am to accompany him during the meeting, as there is business invol–“
He waved her off before proceeding to unbutton his suit jacket, exuding an annoying aura of confidence that made you silently clench your teeth while he smirked. “It’s fine, Minji. She’s an old friend.”
She took a step back and held her head down as if she’d made a mistake, and your gaze softened upon witnessing her reaction.
“It’ll be quick, I promise,” you gave her a small smile, which she returned. “I will have my assistant lead you to our executive lounge so you can enjoy the amenities while Mr. Park and I catch up, and then we can speak about a potential partnership with you present, if that’s okay.”
She smiled at you, “Of course! Thank you Miss,” She waved before exiting along with Naiya and Jin, leaving just you and Jimin alone.
Suddenly the room became colder and the air heavier at the realization.
You went to sit on the opposite side of the table from where you were previously standing , aiming to place as much space between you and Jimin as possible.
“Sit.” You gestured to the chair across from you, making a point not to make eye contact.
“Someone’s a little bossy,” He said with a smug smile as he took his seat. “It suits you.”
You scoffed, clasping your hands together and resisting the urge to clench them out of irritation and anxiousness. “Cut the shit, Jimin. Why are you here?”
He raised a brow out of amusement and feigned offense. “I’m here for a contract.”
You narrowed your eyes, suspicion in your tone as you spoke. “See, I don’t think you need money that bad, Jimin. I’ve read the tabloids, seen the magazines. You’re successful and we haven’t spoken in years, so why not just keep the bridge burned?”
He smirked, “Someone’s been doing research on me, I see,”
Your glare was icy, your nonchalance being the cherry on top. “Trust me when I say that I wish I never heard of you at all.”
You didn’t see his minuscule flinch at your words, or how he actually used the excuse of loosening his tie to hide himself wiping away the clamminess of his hands.
The look in his eyes was different.
“Oh, poor thing, did I ruin sex for you with any other man? Is that why you hate me so much? I know it’s been some years, but I wouldn’t mind going again if it meant you’d take out the stick that’s far up your ass,” He fake-pitied you, taking out a piece of gum and popping it into his mouth.
You scoffed, mouth open wide in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Not in the slightest,” He winked. He took out another piece of gum and offered it to you, “Want one?”
“No, I don’t want your damn gum! Matter of fact, I don’t want anything from you. You can get the fuck out,” You stood up from your chair, making your way towards the door to escort him out.
He gently caught your arm before you got too far away, standing up himself and pulling you towards him.
The proximity between the two of you was close enough to feel his breath ghosting across your face.
Jimin’s voice was little above a whisper, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he spoke. “You can kick me out, but my business isn’t the one on the verge of collapse, doll. It may be a secret to everyone else, but I know you need this deal. I called myself doing you a favor, and you seem pretty ungrateful, hmm?”
Your breath hitched, as if the wind had been knocked out of you and you were struggling to come back down to earth. “I don’t need your charity,” you squeaked.
He provocatively tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a jolt of electricity you were fighting against because of the gesture.
“My charity, no, but the money you’ll get from my involvement, you do need that. Deny it all you want,” He said as he pulled away from you, flicking his suit jacket and smirking. “Your choice to drown or not.”
He walked away from you, heading towards the door to let himself out. He placed his hand on the hardware, fully ready to pull and rid himself of you if you declined his offer.
But to both your surprise, you gave in. Again.
“Wait,” You called out to him in a shaky, almost panicked voice, one that you hated to let anyone else hear. You felt too vulnerable, too fragile in this state, but if you wanted to be successful, sometimes you had to face things you didn’t like; even when said thing was the reason you questioned your self worth in the first place.
You turned around to face him, breath heavy and eyes downcast in shame that you needed him, needed the opportunity or everything you’d worked for could crash and burn in a matter of months.
You stood there frozen in place, fiddling with your thumbs and suddenly feeling powerless. He didn’t smile when he saw your unsteady hands. He didn't have an egotistical expression for once, and somehow that made you feel even worse. You didn’t want to be looked at with pity or seen as a failure, and that’s all that you radiated. And it was worse that Jimin could see it, too. “Will you stay?”
Jimin almost flinched at your small voice, something he didn’t experience often, and his gaze softened while directed at the ground. You were strong and he knew that, but your question threw him off, and upon seeing how what he said affected you, he questioned if he’d gone too far. He cleared his throat and his voice sounded strained,“ I’ll let Minji know to come back. I’ll stay.”
But he couldn’t look at you like this.
Not when it was because of him. Again.
“I believe that’s all we have to discuss; is that correct, Boss?” Naiya eyed you for approval, Jin having already gone over the contract with everyone in the room. All parties were in agreement of the $2million dollar arrangement for a contract of six months. It made sense, as much as you hated it—Jimin being onboard was bound to bring in tons of revenue and you’d be able to stay afloat, as expensive as your products were to make and maintain. He was doing you a favor and although you appreciated that your biggest problem was sorted out, you weren’t looking forward to the fact that there was almost certainly a catch. Why else would he come all this way, after leaving a bad taste in your mouth and not seeing you in years?
“That should be all,” You smiled, but it didn’t meet your eyes.
“Perfect!” Minji exclaimed, excited to be apart of the deal that occurred. She stood abruptly, eager to shake your hand and congratulate you and Jimin. “Congratulations and thank you for the opportunity,”
“Of course,” the upward turn of your lips was genuine this time, having been in the same position as her not that long ago.
Everyone stood and began to file out of the board room as the evening came to an end, but you noticed that Jimin was slower to wrap up the meeting. He dragged, as if he had more to say to you, as if he didn’t want to leave. And your heart couldn’t take that. Not again.
He buttoned his suit jacket before grabbing his folder filled with a copy of the contract and legal paperwork off of the table. He turned to see if everyone else left and you glanced at the doorway, seeing his assistant waiting patiently, as if adorning his features, eyes widening when she noticed he caught her staring.
He smirked but you knew it was an arrogant one, one that someone like her didn’t deserve. She deserved a heartfelt smile, a gentle gesture. You could tell she was sweet and by the way she lovingly took in his features, you knew there were feelings there. It almost didn’t hurt—you wanted to root for her. You wanted to coach him on how to finally treat someone right, show him that it was the same way that he should’ve treated you. But that time was gone now and while you recognized she harbored feelings, a pang of jealousy hit the pit of your stomach, twisting it in an uncomfortable knot. So, you stared — it was a distracted, almost blank gaze, but your eyes always did say more about what you were feeling than you did. Anyone from afar could tell that your gaze held a mix of emotion, from heartbreak and dejection to longing for what could’ve been and regret at the decisions you’ve made.
And you’d said to yourself a long time ago that you’d do the best you could at leaving the past in the past, but now it was coming back to haunt you in more ways than one.
He spoke to her in a passive voice, “There should be a car waiting for you outside of the lobby. I’ll meet you at the restaurant,”
She nodded, smiling glumly, and you could see the subtle hurt in her eyes. And then she glanced at you before disappearing from view, and it all made sense.
She fell too, didn’t she?
Your eyes were cast downward as you wiped your hands on your slacks, a lump forming in your throat that was hard to swallow.
You grabbed your things and planned to make a beeline out the door, planned to not spare Jimin another glance, but he was too quick. He knew you too well, and not well enough all at the same time.
“Wait,” he breathed, slightly unsteadily, almost as if he was surprised that you were moving so fast.
“For what, Jimin?” You turned to face him, eyes narrowed as they locked with his brown ones. “What could I possibly be waiting for? Because it’s not for you,”
“I thought we might’ve had more to talk about here, honestly,” his hand came up to run through his hair, something he usually did when nervous. But then again, he did that when experiencing every emotion possible, from what you remember.
“We could’ve had more to talk about 2 years ago, but you made it clear that we didn’t. Now there’s nothing for us except both of our ends of the deal.”
He chuckled dryly, licking his lips before responding. “It’s like that? After all this time?”
“You made it like that,” You said venomously through gritted teeth, getting dangerously close to him. You could smell his woodsy cologne, the same scent that you had to drive out of your mind, hoping to never smell it again because of what it’d remind you of. You took a few steps away from him, turning your back to him once again. “You made your bed, Jimin. And I can’t help you lay in it.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this,” he said, just above a whisper. You could hear the clench in his jaw, the anger that was only the tip of the iceberg.
And so you walked, not looking back, only stopping once to leave your mark and nothing more. “Piece of advice, Park: actions have consequences, and genuine favors don’t have hidden intentions. Don’t fuck up with her, too.”
You walked into the door of your condo, exhaustedly closing the door and dropping your keys on the marble countertop. Your small hands rested on the stone as your head hung low, the events of the day weighing heavily on you.
You shoulders began to shake as the mental load consumed you. The beginning of your tears stung, your lip quivering as the rain poured from your eyes.
You slid to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. You sobbed harshly, occasionally gritting your teeth when the pain felt overwhelming.
You hadn’t let this out in a long, long time. You felt safe enough, protected enough from that hurt you felt those years ago. You were certain your paths wouldn’t cross again since he went back to being on the other side of the world, but here you were, falling apart and breaking to pieces after looking into those eyes once again.
It winded you, seeing the way she looked at him. You thought it would’ve been you, running away into the sunset and basking in a love-filled haze where it would just be you two in the world. But you were wrong. So wrong, in fact, that even Jimin’s name left a bitter taste in your mouth. Something once so familiar left a broken heart-shaped bruise that you weren’t sure how to heal.
And in your absence of clarity and surety, you made the decision of reaching out to the person who made you get butterflies in your tummy instead of hornets stinging your insides.
you [7:37pm]: come over?
You waited about fifteen minutes, not knowing if he would respond. It was almost agonizing; the potential rendezvous wasn’t planned, after all. You couldn’t expect him to come running, not when you haven’t even been knowing each other that long, could you?
But then your phone made a familiar sound, and little bubbles formed in your stomach from excitement and anxiety, not knowing what the response would be from the other end of the line.
You picked up your phone slowly, wiping away a few tears so you could read the message clearly.
jungkook [7:52pm]: already ahead of you
You heard the buzz coming from the intercom seconds later, hurriedly standing up to answer it. You were afraid of how you would look to him, not having enough time to even change out of your work attire, having just sobbed your heart out — but as you answered the door, the look in Jungkook’s eyes told you that you didn’t need to be concerned with that. You were more than looks to him.
He set everything down on the floor — you took note of a bouquet of flowers, and a plastic Walgreens bag filled with things — and he cupped your face in his hands, staring at you with the gentlest of gazes. He could tell you were beyond hurt right now, that your heart was aching, and he didn’t bother to ask why — only what it was that you needed.
“How can I help?” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and gently caressed your cheek, wiping it free of the stray tear that was rolling down.
His question was so simple, so genuine in nature that it made you tear up more, almost to the point of not being able to answer him.
“Just make me forget,” you whispered, eyes darting across his face, taking in his furrowed brows, his worried eyes, teeth toying with his lip ring.
And so he wrapped your arms around his neck and pat the back of your thigh to signal you to jump, catching you before shutting the door with his foot.
He walked you both to your bedroom, your head resting on his shoulder as he carried you like you were a fragile piece of glass he didn’t want to risk breaking.
He delicately laid you down, once again tucking that same strand behind your ear after it fell out of place.
You felt safe as he hovered over you, his eyes gingerly taking in your features, appreciating you and tugging on your heart strings all the while.
“I’m here,” he whispered before his lips met yours in a soft attempt to comfort you and drown all of your negative thoughts.
But then that other pair of eyes popped into your mind, a harsh reminder of a painful reality; you clenched on Jungkook’s shirt in response, kissing him harder, trying to push away the thoughts of the man who broke you, that you never seemed to fully get over.
And you repeated the action until you needed to gasp for air, breathing heavily as the lines blurred and the tears of trying to forget started to come. And he held you through it, kissing you all the while.
I’m not yours anymore.
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God is a Woman
Summary|| Jimin likes you a bit more than he’d like to admit out loud, but there was nothing stopping him from imagining what he could do with you.
Word Count: 3,327
Warnings: switch!Jimin (because I cannot help myself), smut, fluff, unprotected sex
If there’s anything to know about Park Jimin, it’s that he loves to cuddle.
No, not in your typical “cuddle until we fall asleep” way, but he clings onto you in the best way possible.
It started with his band mates. Trainee days were beyond difficult for everyone, and all they had was each other. For comfort, especially on the hardest days leading up to their debut, Jimin learned that there was no greater feeling than having the arms of the people he loved wrapped around him.
This followed him well into adulthood as well, and seeing as you were finally coming over for a movie night, he made it his mission to get you to cuddle with him.
Following a pretty nasty break up, you met the Bangtan boys while interning at their offices. You brought coffee every morning, learned everyone’s preferences on food, and knew damn well not to bother any of them had they locked the door to the studio.
It took six months, but you became good friends with each of them in your own way. Jimin watched you for a while, wondering how well you were getting along. After you told him the story of your break up, the rest of the members had to calm him down when he started ranting about how he would kill him if he ever say him.
Needless to say, Jimin had become more than a little protective over you.
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God is a Woman
Summary|| Jimin likes you a bit more than he’d like to admit out loud, but there was nothing stopping him from imagining what he could do with you.
Word Count: 3,327
Warnings: switch!Jimin (because I cannot help myself), smut, fluff, unprotected sex
If there’s anything to know about Park Jimin, it’s that he loves to cuddle.
No, not in your typical “cuddle until we fall asleep” way, but he clings onto you in the best way possible.
It started with his band mates. Trainee days were beyond difficult for everyone, and all they had was each other. For comfort, especially on the hardest days leading up to their debut, Jimin learned that there was no greater feeling than having the arms of the people he loved wrapped around him.
This followed him well into adulthood as well, and seeing as you were finally coming over for a movie night, he made it his mission to get you to cuddle with him.
Following a pretty nasty break up, you met the Bangtan boys while interning at their offices. You brought coffee every morning, learned everyone’s preferences on food, and knew damn well not to bother any of them had they locked the door to the studio.
It took six months, but you became good friends with each of them in your own way. Jimin watched you for a while, wondering how well you were getting along. After you told him the story of your break up, the rest of the members had to calm him down when he started ranting about how he would kill him if he ever say him.
Needless to say, Jimin had become more than a little protective over you.
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LET'S PLAY IN ROOM 2013
💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader
📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.
✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, One night stand, hotel party
✏️Rating: 18+, explicit
📝Wordcount: 2766
⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut
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Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)
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Nothing about today’s schedule told you you were going to end up in a party at the hotel’s presidential suite as a HYBE treat, but you are definitely enjoying yourself after the day’s exhausting filming of ARMY+BTS RUN. The games had been fun but at the same time it required some extra energy when it was time to run around or think wisely after complicated instructions.
It mostly feels like a few friends having a house party, which is welcomed, but alcohol flows freely and you blame what you see next on it. Lexus has an exchange of words with Jimin that ends with her grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on a table nearby and storming out, not visible in her face but obviously pissed. What is alarming about it, isn’t just that reaction from someone who has no habit of drinking but how easily Jimin is on the verge of tears.
Taehyung is quick to approach him concerned and they have a quick rushed talk where Jimin’s tears almost roll down with only Taehyung’s words containing them, then he leaves too. Jimin moves quickly away from the spot and goes to sit at the window bench where Jungkook was chilling with Taehyung two seconds ago. The maknae manages to make Jimin laugh heartily in no time and whatever was the cause of concern seems to be brushed off.
As Seokjin serves more shots of Soju, you see Jimin move while seductively dancing to the music player to blast the bop and starts dancing in the middle of the room. The first body roll has you internally screaming but the expression on his face while doing so makes your heart skip a beat. Jimin knows what he’s doing, the smirk he shows when Hobi approaches to vibe with him, reeks of being up to no good. That’s when he turns and starts to saunter your way. Grabbing your hand he pulls you with him onto the dancefloor, biting his lip as he beckons for you to follow his lead. You aren’t as skilled as he is, obviously, but you try to follow what he’s trying to demonstrate and for some moves, one of his hands ou non de la France et de la France presses against your lower back as the other guides your hip. He tells you how to imitate his steps and although you do try to follow his instructions, the body contact is too distracting to get it right.
It’s Namjoon’s stare across the room that warns Jimin to put his hands away and you almost want to yell at the group leader. The spots where his pretty hands were a second ago still burn from his touch and you know it’s impossible you’ll forget about it. To your surprise, however, he invites you to get some fresh air at the balcony and puts his hand on the low of your back to guide you. He flashes a smile at you and compliments your skills but you think he’s only being nice. Then he dances his way to the rail before turning around and calling out to you.
“I miss the house already.” he says with a pout and now you can tell he’s maybe had one too many. “We were able to see the stars there but look at this polluted sky, I can’t see a single one.” he points out.
“Yeah, it was beautiful but we had fun today, did we not?” you tell him, showing your best smile.
“Yes, Army’s are so funny.” he says, showing his pearly whites too. “Some of the games were difficult though, but Armys played like pros. You guys have no chill…” he said, impressed. His eyes widened in an adorable manner.
“Yeah-yeah, some can never lose, not even playing against you.” you said laughing at your own words, his giggle sounding like music in your ears. Yet when you both stop and your eyes wordlessly, there’s a sparkle in his eyes that you can’t ignore. When his expression goes from sweet to sexy in a second, you feel your balance over your heels in danger.
“You know what I think would be cool?” he asks you and a shiver runs down your spine. “All of us playing hide-and-seek on this floor.”
You immediately know what he means. The place is divided by different corridors into different sets of rooms. You nod enthusiastically, excited about whatever it is he has in mind. Because you know, you just know, that’s not all there is to his idea.
He leads you in after holding your gaze just long enough to give you goosebumps and make you feel flustered, thanking the shadows of the balcony for hiding it. From the way his hand rests on your hip, strategically on the waistband of your skirt, you can only guess the kind of mischief he has on his mind. You are into it, whatever it is, you are definitely into it.
After a few laughs, he manages to get everyone’s agreement to play the game. You move to the corridor where Taehyung and Namjoon are the first ones to hunt. “Hana, dul, set, dasot, yosot…” count both men in their baritone voices, facing one of the walls with their eyes closed and Jimin quickly grabs your hand and makes you follow him as he runs. He takes the corner of the first set of rooms on the left and then turns right, slowing down at the third door of the row that does not have windows.
Only when he opens it do you see the number twenty-thirteen above the frame. He closes the door and shushes you as he turns on the flashlight of his phone. Then he throws himself over the bed and pats his side for you to come sit down. Even in the dim light, you can tell it has the same decoration of your double room since all of them are copies of each other. But the wonderful difference in this one, is that Jimin and you are alone in it.
You sit down feeling slightly shy although you’ve not only talked with him on the balcony earlier, but all through the week and you have become very comfortable with each other. Still, it has never been in this kind of situation. You were mostly surrounded by the group or at least someone from the staff. Oddly enough, you had the chance to talk to him for five minutes alone while being in the SOOP, hiding behind one of the vans as you played this exact game. You both got caught that time but you hope you won’t now. There are a total of thirty-nine rooms and two common rooms with views to two different sides of the city on this floor, that means the hunters will have to look through them all one by one as they search for the people hiding in them.
You suddenly realise that sitting there, you are making the search much easier for the hunters. You stand up, pulling Jimin’s hand and taking him to the bathroom, you guide him inside the bathtub, closing the pearl white shower curtain around it. You know if someone enters it’s as easy as pulling it open but you still have to try. Jimin uses his kakao to communicate with you just in case you could be heard in the deathly silence that has filled the whole twentieth floor of the hotel.
It’s as he jokes that you hear the bang of the main door opening and you both jolt, turning off your phones. You guess it is Taehyung searching when he does not turn on the lights, which makes you almost crack until he enters the bathroom and knowing where the bathtub is, turns the water on without a word. You both share a brain cell and manage to keep quiet, which is probably unexpected or the signal Taehyung needs to just turn it off and walk out of the room.
You are soaked and you immediately panic for your phone. You try to get out of the tub to turn on the light but Jimin holds you still and covers your mouth with his hand before you even have the chance to speak. Then you hear it; Taehyung’s steps as he moves away from the bathroom door’s frame where he has been waiting for any sign of a resilient prey. Then he truly leaves the room and closes the door behind himself. However, Jimin doesn’t let you go with your mouth still covered, until you try to move away from it.
“Sorry…” he whispers in your ear as his digits slide slowly down like a caress across your chin and throat.
“It’s okay,” you whisper, trying your best to hold your sanity in place. The way your back is pressed against his chest makes your lungs scream for air and you hope the touch you feel in your rear isn’t his crotch because you are losing your mind already. But the way he clears his throat as he moves to the side, tells you it’s exactly it.
He turns on his phone’s flashlight before he speaks, “We should get these clothes off.” he offers with a mischievous look. You are not sure if it is your drunkenness or the accentuated scent coming from his wet body but you feel light-headed. With a giggle, you pull your shirt off, throwing it unceremoniously to the floor. You know you are definitely drunk.
Returning the giggle after staring at you with shocked eyes for a moment, he imitates the motion and you both stay there looking at each other under the dim light. But then like magnets of opposite poles, both of you move toward each other, lips meeting in a heated kiss. His hands knead your hips as he deepens the kiss and teases with his tongue at the centre of your lips; separating with an open mouth smirk. His breath slides through the buds of your tongue as he hufs air between his teeth and tongue while he moves it from one of your fangs to the other and again closes his lips with yours. His lips are so plump it feels like nothing you have felt before, his taste flipping your buttons intoxicating you, your fingers going through his hair at the scalp, electrifying through his whole nervous system.
His hands move from the low of your back to your buttocks, squishing them in his palms while pulling you towards him, the hardness on his lower body printing its shape against the thin fabric of your skirt. Pulling away from you, he looks you in the eye, searching for something you can only guess is your consent and all you feel is the impulse to keep kissing him which you act on and he takes as an invitation. He walks out of the tub and pulls you to step out, then without warning he carries you and sits you on the counter next to the sink, kissing his way from your neck to your breasts. He unclasps your bra to take in a full view of them. Your pebbled nipples make his mouth water and he quickly takes them in his mouth sucking one first then the other, nibbling all around them, eliciting moans of pure pleasure before nibbling his way to your abdomen.
“I have condoms in my back pocket.” he says, stopping suddenly and raising his eyes as he allows himself to fall on his knees in front of you. “But I’m not into quickies and I can bet we really won’t have time for it.” he says before parting your legs and lightly biting the delicate skin on the inside of your knee before tilting his head to look at you sideways. “However, I do want to see you touch the sky.” he explains nibbling his way up to the edge of your skirt, drawing a circle with the tip of his tongue right where the skirt starts covering your flesh. “May I?” he asks politely.
You feel slightly apprehensive because you’ve known him in actuality for only a short period of time. You might have followed him as a fan for a long time, but you remember those video compilations of him poking his tongue out and it makes you press your thighs together. You nod, giving him an opening. He pulls you to the edge of the counter just enough for him to pull your panties down easily before putting them carelessly folded in his pocket.
He pushes you back a little bit before lifting your skirt over your hips and looking at you, making you blush . He smirks before he retakes the spot where he marked with his mouth earlier, tracing up until his lips meet your groin and he lightly bites just right before it, making you lean your head against the mirror. Then his mouth closes the last distance to place a gentle kiss with those full lips over your nub before he starts to suck on it and your eyes close, a moan slipping out of your mouth.
He teases its sensitivity, kissing, licking, poking his tongue to flick it then surounding the whole area with his lips to work with the moisture and wetness of his mouth, giving gentle sucks. Your eyes are already closed and your hand grips the counter and his hair. But when he hits a particular motion at just the right pace, your eyes fly open, astonished as an even louder moan escapes your open mouth. The smirk he makes against your core when your eyes meet, makes you close your eyes again, pleasuring you on a different level and making you focus solely on the work of his mouth.
The world vanishes around you as you feel him drag, circle and suck in patterns that only he seems to understand or you are too high on him to take conclusions from. You open your eyes again, still unaware of where you are the moment you feel the pressure rapidly build and him going harder against your mound.
It almost feels way too fast, your explosion, releasing all the pressure from your body against his still pleasuring mouth, reaching a high-pitched guttural moan of pleasure that resounds against the tiles of the bathroom before he tops it off with a kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing and offers you a smile. “Nice, huh?” he says flirtatiously, making you nod through your blurry vision. He lowers to pick up his shirt and puts it back on. “I’ll wait for you in the room.” he says before turning on the light, walking out and closing the bathroom door behind himself.
It takes you more than a minute to collect your thoughts and wash up in the shower, noticing the thick liquid drenching your slit, where you were more than ready to receive him. But you brush it off, finishing the task and drying yourself with one of the clean towels placed carefully over the radiator. It takes you a couple more minutes while searching the bathroom to realize Jimin has your undergarments and you walk out with your hands on the front of your skirt as if it didn’t cover enough, aware of your nakedness underneath.
You find him sitting at the office desk’s chair scrolling through his phone in the pitch dark room. The light coming from it, the only thing illuminating his face since the one from the bathroom doesn’t do much to brighten up the room. “You have… my underwear.” you mutter, suddenly feeling shy about it.
“Oh yeah.” he says pulling it out of his pocket, calmly, “didn’t feel right leaving it lying around.” he says giving it to you before grabbing your hand to kiss, as he places the piece inside your palm.
“We should get out, apparently we are the last men standing… I don’t trust it. But we should poke our heads and see if it’s true, just in case.” he dares with a smirk.
It’s then that you put them on and follow him outside, only to come face to face with Yoongi, who frowns for a second and then shushes you silently, shooing you back from where you came; vocalising a, “Not done yet.” That's when you hear someone clear his throat behind you. You turn to see Taehyung with a mischievous look in his eye and the three of you take off running in the opposite direction with excited giggles.
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A/N: I'm restarting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.
I hope you enjoyed this JimIN 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~
I want to thank @vintagesunnies-blog for the beta work 💜
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The Bird Cage
Mafia!Jimin x Reader
Warnings: Blood, Guns, Knives, Smut, Smoking (Cigarettes), Excessive Cursing, Drinking, Character Death
“Hi.” He says again, you feel a smack at your back and you groan tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as the pain radiates throughout your body. You inhale through your nose as Jimin narrows his eyes at the presence behind you.
“Hi.” You whisper through gritted teeth. He smiles widely, his eyes disappearing as his whole face changes. He tilts his head before chuckling.
“Feisty?” He asks Hyungkwon behind you.
“Didn’t really put up a fight, she knew what was coming when she didn’t pay up.” The man hums in amusement.
“What do you say, kitten? Wanna come home with me?”
You don’t reply dropping your eyes to his shoes. Just be quiet and maybe he will go away. He’s dangerous, you could feel it in your heart and in your brain. The two for once agreeing on something. You intertwine your fingers as you press your sweaty palms together. The man looks you over before looking at Hyungkwon and nodding. His hand wraps around your wrist and you look up at him uneasily.
“I’m Jimin. You’ll be coming with me.”
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Drabbles:
Happy Mother’s Day, Kitten
Sequel Book: The Lions Den
The Lions Den Masterlist
Mafia!Jimin x Wife!Reader
Genre: Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst
Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues
Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
Chapter 6.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Chapter 14.
Chapter 15.
Chapter 16.
Chapter 17.
Chapter 18.
Chapter 19.
Chapter 20.
Chapter 21.
Chapter 22.
Chapter 23. (Final Chapter)
Power Play (m)
⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤
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➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation
➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I’m so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D
happy valentine’s day 🌹❤️
please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!
➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.
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faded love | pjm
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.
❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader
❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut
❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn
➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired
⇥ part of the mixtape series
⏤ unedited
The signs were there.
Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.
For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.
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saudade | pjm
Summary: You’re in love with Park Jimin but more importantly, you’re tired of the cat and mouse game you play. It’s time for you to get Jimin, playboy extraordinaire, to commit to one person. Namely you.
Companion piece to magnetised, the resolution between Suri x Jimin where Suri is replaced by the reader
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: fuckboy!jimin, slight body worship, fingering, sweet soft vanilla sex, but then DIRTY TALK lmao, slight possessive sex, creampie,
Saudade
def. a nostalgic longing for something or someone that was loved and then lost, with the knowledge that it or they may never return; ‘the love that remains’
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The Secrets Trilogy: Our Little Secret
Description: Park Jimin is the office’s oddball. Meek and quiet as a mouse, you never assume too much of him. Your mistake.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut (18+)
Word Count: 15.9k
Index: Our Little Secret, Secrets Tested, Secrets Revealed
Warnings: Dom/sub themes, public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, humiliation, demeaning names, rough sex (slapping, spanking, biting, bruising). Do NOT expect fluffiness in this. There is absolutely none. Nada. Zilch.
A/N: Lol I have no explanation. This was supposed to be like 5k at the most. Ah well. Just simply enjoy, y’all.
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Raise the Barre (Master List)
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: Jimin / Reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Dance Academy!AU
Status: Complete
Description: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone.
Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.
[ CROSS-POSTED TO WATTPAD HERE ]
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“DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS MASTERLIST
Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon, gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.
(Hybrid! Park Jimin x Reader) (unrequited! Jung Hoseok x Reader) (Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin)
✥ PROFILES MOODBOARD SERIES: ✥ MIN YOONGI ✥ JEON JUNGKOOK ✥ KIM TAEHYUNG ✥ JUNG HOSEOK ✥ KIM SEOKJIN ✥ PARK JIMIN ✥ KIM Y/N ✥ KIM NAMJOON ✥
INSPIRATION POST( CAUTION: SPOILERS)
PART 1: “I want you to protect her.”
PART 2: “I’d much rather have a friend.”
PART 3: “They call him the Monster.”
PART 4 “I’ll always keep your head above water.”
PART 5: “See you later Hellhound.”
PART 6: “You promised me a dance.”
PART 7: “A declaration of war.”
PART 8: “If I were a human man, could you love me?”
PART 9: “Just in case.”
PART 10: “Carry that weight”
PART 11: “When you’re gone.”
PART 12: “Good Things”
EPILOGUE: “Will you marry me?”
PROLOGUE SHORTS SERIES (Hoseok x Reader)
(1) Sweet Lies and Bitter Truths
Opposites Attract [ Masterlist ]
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight (whom I am ambivalent about, at best)
Pairing: You / Jimin
Rating: 18+
Status: Complete
Summary: A series of drabbles about Slytherin!Jimin and Hufflepuff!Y/N, the sister of his self-declared mortal enemy.
This series will be a collection of drabbles, written out of order chronologically. (Chronological order is 1, 6, 3, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9)
A Bubble Burst
A Thread Undone (M)
An Unknown Flutter
A Lie of Omission
Drabble after A Lie of Omission from Jimin’s POV
A Line Drawn
A Moment of Weakness
A Wrong Righted
A Gross Understatement (M)
Blue Blood
➭ “Prince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.”
pairing: jimin x reader
genre: royalty au, smut, angst
wordcount: 26k
❀ 1 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀
** warnings: this is angsty!, jimin is a light dom, slow burn, violence, mentions of blood, heavy themes, lots of drama, character death
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Oh, What A World｜Masterlist
series summary ↣ all jimin wanted was to get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. with you by his side though, he might be enjoying it more than he had anticipated.
pairing ↣ lawyer!reader (f) x solo artist!pjm
genre ↣ fake marriage au, fallen idol au｜fluff, angst, smut
word count ↣ 100k+
warnings ↣ a little bit of fuckboy!jimin (though he’s actually really sweet), mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, brief mentions of drug use, alcohol consumption, unrequited feelings, mentions of insecurity, unprotected sex, reader is described as being shorter than jimin, member x member side pairing (check chapter warnings for more details!)
notes ↣ the premise is a little angsty but i swear it’s also meant to be fluffy! the title of this series is inspired by the kacey musgraves song, check it out!
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+ bonus drabbles
Damned Royalty (Table of Contents)
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Author: Leonardo
Rating: 🌒⛔ (See Ratings)
Dated: 2020.02.26
Status: Competed
Genre: Contemporary
Type: Jimin × Reader
Series: Thematic (Desperado)
Word Count: 60,000
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21 (Final)
Desperado Series
Series Description:
A thematic, mobster several-part series. Stories are not linked by plot.
Please see Ratings and Series Descriptions for further details.
Damned Royalty
Jimin
🌒 Heavy Smut
⛔ Trigger Warnings
Devil's Garden
Taehyung
🌒 Heavy Smut
Trigger Warning
Crimson Park
Jungkook
🌒 Heavy Smut
⛔ Trigger Warnings
Make Me || pjm
➥Pairing: dom!jimin/sub!reader, ceo!jimin, boss!jimin/employee!reader
➥Summary: After a bad breakup, you decide to go out one night and drink your sorrows away - that is, until you see your now ex-boyfriend there with someone clinging to his arm. To get your mind off of things, you go back to your job after hours; what you don’t expect is for your boss and CEO of the company, Park Jimin, to show up and offer you help in ways you didn’t know you needed.
➥Genre: smut, fluff, slight angst, mutual pining
➥Words: ~15.3k
Content warnings under the cut (since there are a lot)!
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Tape II: Dusk Rendezvous [M]
➛pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin ➛genre: smut, superhero!au, supervillain!au, superpower!au ➛words: 22.5k+ ➛rating: nsfw ➛warnings: light bondage, blindfolds, cuffs (again), smut: threesome, explicit sexual content, double penetration (vaginal), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (?), face riding, oral (giving & receiving), dom!jimin, dom!tae (except jimin is like… ult dom), d/s undertones,,, its a fucking ride in the park alright and i hope i didnt forget to tag somethigndjdj ➛note: holy fuck someone send me to a fucking priest
When Tempest is away, little Lure and Copycat come out to play. Too bad they don’t plan on playing nice.
↼posted; 25.04.2018
↼masterlist || tape i • tape ii • tape iii - ½ • 2/2
“Don’t let yourself get anywhere alone with those two.”
It was a warning you’d pondered ever since Tempest, the villain you shared your bed with on more than one occasion, had departed the city a week or so ago. In his words, he had to “make a trip”, and you had no idea where or why but honestly didn’t care too much. He was a big boy— he was a supervillain, for crying out loud. He could do what he wanted. Well… except lay waste to Sunset City. That had been one of your terms, after all. When you’d met him for the first time after that… riveting encounter so many weeks ago, he’d proposed a deal of sorts. In short, the dynamic you’d managed to work yourself into was that of a friends-with-benefits kind of deal, except you weren’t really friends. So technically it was more of an enemies-with-benefits kind of thing.
Back to topic, when you agreed to the deal you had both done it on certain terms. For him, he was no longer allowed to lay waste to the city as he had before. He was still a villain, of course, but you had no idea what he focused his time on nowadays— and so long as it didn’t directly affect you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. For you, you had agreed to stop trying to arrest him. It had wounded your pride a bit, you would admit, but you also knew you couldn’t have a proper fuck buddy if that fuck buddy was in jail, so… you’d begrudgingly accepted those terms. The only other rule you had both agreed to, was that you didn’t try to find out the other’s identity. You were more than okay with this— you knew that if you ever discovered his real identity the resulting revelation that he was a person too would throw your emotions and sense of judgement into a mess. It was easier to just view him as a villain, someone inherently bad, because if you discovered his alter persona, who he was in his real life, then you knew you would begin to empathise. And from there… it was a slippery slope you were keen to avoid. You’d seen the movies, and you weren’t going to fall into that trap. You liked to think you were smarter than that.
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Loose ends | Park Jimin
Synopsis: With a past you’d like to forget, you move out of town to start a new life in hopes that no one will ever learn of the bitch you used to be. You meet a man that is above you in every way and you wonder whether or not you deserved his kindness, but he had a completely different agenda.
Genre: E2L, Yandere, smut
Warnings: Mentions of spit, bodily fluids, hair pulling, spanking, degradation, deception, borderline non-con, dumbification, unprotected sex, bondage, dom!Jimin, Sub!reader, misuse of panties, masturbation, anal play, rimming, fingering,Titty slapping, gagging, panty sniffing, butt-plug (F), stalking, breeding kink, double penetration (with toy and c*ck),recording the reader without and with her knowledge, Big cock Jimin, Size kink, rough sex, biting, cum play, over-stimulation, roughness, Choking, Dick smashing (You’ll understand when you read it), Reader was a bit of a bitch in her past, Oral (F), orgasm denial (Kinda), A ridiculous amount of begging, Jimin pleading you to bed for him, talks of masturbation, crying (Due to pleasure), Pussy claiming, Revenge fucking, Love fucking, Spanking, obsession, breeding kink, squirting, cum play
Word count: 16.3k
A/N: This fic was a complete 50/50 collaboration between Noxie ( @scribblemetae) and Kay ( @jkeuphoriadreamland). It was absolute fantastic to work together and this was basically a result of us daydreaming about Jimin. We both really hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it. If you found this through one of our blogs go send the other just as much love <3
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