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book of beasts: the hunt → pjm
↳ pairing: jimin/reader | fluff, smut, light angst
↳ au: white stag!jimin
↳ warnings: magic elements, loss of virginity, graphic cunnilingus, soft jimin, reader lowkey wants it rough but jimin wants 2 be soft
↳ word count: 8k
⁙ summary: every decade, your village holds a hunt to find a legendary white stag which live in the surrounding forest. in recent years, the hunt has become harder as the population of white stags have declined. this year is your first time participating.
⁛ A/N: second installment of the book of beasts! this is white stag shifter!jimin! if you’re unaware, the first was hypothermia! you can find it on my ML.
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《 Sunday Is For The Boy 》
summary ↠ Sunday nights are easily your single most favorite time of the whole week. Getting lost in the pages of your favorite book while responsibility is a thing of the past and schedules are to be worried about tomorrow. Jimin coming home early from practice and sleepily demanding your affection only makes this particular Sunday night worth leaning into all the more.
genre ↠ oh the FLUFF member ↠ park jimin warnings ↠ clingy baby word count ↠ 2.9k
moodboard from Pintrest || No request, I’m just feeling uwu soft for Jimin today, so here’s this. It’s pointless and fluffy. Enjoy.
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Sunday nights.
It’s the solitary time when everything behind you is finally settling itself into the past week, and the events of the upcoming haven’t quite begun. They always feel the most peaceful, the few blissful hours of mindless attention you’re allowed to give to whatever you want always leaving you with a moment’s respite to look forward too amidst the hectic and grueling schedule of this fall semester. The hours of the passing days seem to be continuously eaten by the ravenous jaws of term papers, group projects, and covered shifts at your part time on campus, though you’re not entirely bitter towards your tight slate.
Having a boyfriend as busy as Jimin makes being someone with too much free time on their hands the equivalent of a wandering beggar, constantly searching for something to fill the vast holes of time he spends at rehearsal, or the even wider gaps of distance he spends running halfway around the world breaking hearts and making history. That’s an alternate reality that you never want to experience, much more content to be worn and weary at the end of each week if only to make these brief moments of rest all the more sweet. You’ve come to quite enjoy being as booked as Jimin: it doesn’t allow near as much time to notice when he’s not there, even at times like this when you know he’s just across the city at the studio, scheduled to be in the country for at least another month before flying off to places unknown once again.
But these thoughts are far from you at the moment, your eyes gripped between the smoothly inked pages of the book laying in your lap, printed words painting a vivid wall of a world around you, encasing your attentions inside and away from the worries of the week. This is usually how you spend your Sunday’s, raptured by the written word or occasionally sucked into an addicting binge on Netflix that you’ve been dying to finish. The novel currently splayed over your blanketed legs, however, has demanded its finishing since the moment you opened the cover, the characters and plot just too unique and immersive to put down.
Your fingers fiddle anxiously along the edge of the page, eyes unable to absorb the scene fast enough as you race through the paragraph, itching to turn the leaf and discover who the true identity of the antagonist is. The breath in your chest is audibly quickening, the eloquently drawn descriptions leaving you yearning to read on as the intensely arcing plot draws deaf ears to the sound of the front door swinging open and then shut with a dull bang.
You’re blindly unaware of the body kicking their shoes off at the door and shrugging their jacket away from the firm shape of shoulders, a taxed sigh passing through parted lips as they do so. Your eyes continue to ski down the slopes of words, eagerly drinking in the last few sentences before the climax–
“Mhh-hm.” The abrupt sound of a throat being cleared to the side of you jolts you away from the story, imaginary walls tumbling down around you as you flit wide eyes from the pages, turning with surprise to find Jimin, weary and hunched, standing just behind the couch.
“Jimin,” you breathe, relieved yet slightly confused. “Don’t you have rehearsal?” Scrunching your eyebrows, you bend to check the time on your phone, affirming that it’s much earlier than normal for Jimin to be anywhere but the studio.
“Hmmm,” Jimin hums in response, not really confirming or denying your question as he shuffles forward a few steps, stopping instead by the arm of your chair as he looks down at you, blond strands splayed in disarray, flopping loosely across his forehead. You gently fold the corner of your page, closing the cover with minute reluctance as you set it to the side of the armchair.
You look up at Jimin with raised brows for another moment, watching his serenely tired face, washed with the remnants of practice, expecting him to say something in explanation, but nothing comes. Instead, a slow, lopsided grin begins to take shape along the corners of his mouth, smooth face bending from obvious weariness into a placid gloss as he reaches down with one of his soft hands to slip his fingers between yours.
“C’mere,” he mumbles, tugging with enough gentle force to pull your body from the hug of the chair, your sock clad feet shuffling along the floor after him as he yanks you towards the couch, his own solid stature falling easily back against the cushions as you follow suit, left with no choice but to be lead atop his chest. You release a hushed yelp of surprise as you’re pulled against him, his hand leaving yours to instead aid his other in snaking around your waist, his head falling forward into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his plush lips pressing chastely upon the small sliver of skin exposed under your sweater.
You sigh into his touch, your book long forgotten amidst the arms of your lover as a shy smile fights its way onto your lips, your own head leaning against his. One of your hands raises to run up the curve of his neck, fingers fitting themselves in the mess of his hair while your nails slowly trail along his scalp. A low moan of contentment seeps from Jimin’s throat, vibrating against you as his grip tightens, fingers rubbing over the fabric of your top.
“You don’t have rehearsal?” you decide to ask again, gently against his soft hair, still somehow sweet smelling after all morning at work. He slowly shakes his head into your shoulder, his lips pressing on your skin once more.
“Tae wasn’t feeling well,” he explains unhurriedly, shifting slightly on the cushion to better fit you against him. “We got the rest of the day off.”
You hum in understanding, nodding as you continue to stroke gentle circles at the nape of his neck. “You didn’t want to go get some sleep at the dorms?” You shift your head to try and get a look at his face, but he only nuzzles further into you, wrapping the full length of his arms around your waist.
“I wanted to be with you,” he states quietly, his shoulders rising and falling at a sedated pace as your fingers move. You can’t help the baby smile that tugs at your lips, urging you to turn and press them against the crown of Jimin’s head with a lingering kiss, the reciprocating pressure of his embrace sending a warm tingle down your spine.
“Are you hungry?” you ask after a moment of blithe silence. He shakes his head into your neck, the warmth of his skin brushing yours.
“Hmmm,” you hum in thought. “Do you want to sleep?” Again, he shakes his head. “Do you want to do anything?” You lightly chuckle down at him, amused by his rooted, baby nature.
There’s a moment of silence, after which you assume Jimin isn’t planning on answering, so you begin to shift your weight, preparing to move off of him in an attempt to find something to pass the time when Jimin’s arms squeeze you back into his chest, his fingers fisting around the hem of your shirt as his nose nuzzles against the line of your collar bone, cool breath fanning along your skin. “Let’s watch a movie, jagi.”
“A movie?” you repeat, a little surprised by his odd request. Movies weren’t usually his thing, though at the mention of it, your heart is swelling, movie nights being one of the purest forms of comfort to you. You can’t think of a better way to spend your night in, and the fact that Jimin is asking to willingly participate only makes you warmer. “Okay, we can do that.”
“Can we watch it in your room?” he asks with the slightest whine in his voice, the end of his words turning up in an endearing and adorable manner that shouldn’t be allowed to come out of those lips.
You huff with a fond chuckle, pecking against the top of his head one last time. “Sure, babe.” You’re about to slip off of his lap, reaching your feet to the floor when Jimin’s arm is suddenly scooping under the bend of your legs, his other curling around the small of your back as he adeptly rises from the couch carrying you bridal style like it’s nothing to his weary limbs. A squeal escapes your lips as your hands flatten on his chest, steadying yourself from the sudden change of position, your wide eyes flying to Jimin’s to find his face alight with a boyish grin, crescent eyes squinting with delight as he laughs, turning and scampering off down the corridor with you hooked tightly in his arms.
“Jimin!” you reprimand, your hands holding onto the fabric of his shirt, wrinkling the material between the pressure of your fingers as you bounce along the hall, the bell-like giggles bubbling from Jimin’s chest leaving you dumbfounded as to where this sudden burst of energy has come from.
He rounds the corner to your bedroom, running into the dimly lit space before lithely tossing you from his arms and onto the plush mattress of the bed, a muted “oof” exhaling from your lungs as you make contact with the pile of decorative pillows. You push yourself up to the headboard, tossing a stray pillow that’s gotten in your way to the floor before you shoot a wide glare at Jimin, blowing a piece of fallen hair from your face.
“What?” he asks innocently, holding his stomach as a myriad of sweetly crafted giggles expels into the room.
“I don’t remember asking to be abducted,” you emphasize, reaching your hands up to stuff your wild strands into a messily wound bun as you roll your eyes. Jimin coos, feigning sympathy as he steps forward to you, his hand outstretched.
“Aw, is my baby mad at me?” he teases, his bottom lip jutting out with a dramatic pout. You turn your body from him with an indignant huff as his hand reaches for you, his arm stalling mid air as a slow, enamored grin steals away his lips. Suddenly, he’s bounding over the bed, his arms encircling you as he tugs your bodies into the mound of pillows, plush comfort blanketing where he has you captured, his strong grip holding you fast against him.
“Jimin!” you squeal in surprise, your hands splaying across the planes of his chest as you fight the relentless affection he’s stippling you with, plump pout puckered and peppering feathery kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your jaw, and anywhere else he can reach.
“I’m sorry, yeobo,” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your hair as he squeezes you against him, your hands locked between the walls of your chests. “Forgive me?” Before you have time to answer, Jimin is back to showering you in kisses, his mouth hovering over every inch of skin above the collar of your sweater, the feel of his smile obvious against your neck as you begin to giggle into his shoulder, the tickling strands of his hair and the ministrations of his lips leaving you a pool of honey laughter.
“Jimiiiin,” you whine, shuffling in his grip as his laughter begins to softly mix with yours, the sound of it blithe. “Just pick a movie, you idiot.” You eventually manage to wriggle free of his hands and roll away from him, breathing heavily as you lay back against the headboard, watching with a blissful grin as Jimin slides from the bed and wanders to the stand sitting under the hanging TV against the opposite wall. He crouches there, sifting through your collection of various classics, romcoms, horror thrillers, and series, allowing you to admire the natural beauty of him for a quiet moment, grinning lopsidedly as his sweet face turns to hold up different selections, asking for your approval.
Eventually, you both decide on an old favorite of yours, an easy going comedy with an equally interesting plot, and Jimin slides it into the player, waiting for the beginning previews to appear before he turns and races back to the bed. Just before he makes a move to get in, however, he shifts and reaches for the bottom drawer of your dresser where he knows a few of his clothing items are stored for nights just like this one. He yanks out a darkly colored fabric before he begins changing.
The previews momentarily forgotten, your wandering eyes turn with your body to the side to watch as Jimin peels the material of his dark jeans from his muscular legs, allowing you a delicious view of his porcelain skin and the shape of his pert bottom rounded under the tight fit of his boxers before he tugs up a pair of sweatpants, the band sitting low on his jutting hips. His hands grip the hem of his dark shirt, before he pulls it up and over his head, discarding it along with pants on the floor as he opts to remain shirtless, much to your approval, your fingers already itching to trace countless, mindless patterns against the warm, smooth skin.
When he turns back to find you with your head leant in your hand, admiring the view, he mirrors your teasing smile, wiggling his brows at you before you roll your eyes, blushing hard at his seductive tactics as you giggle. He approaches the bed swiftly, peeling back the cozy comforter before he slides himself underneath it, casting a glance your way as he awaits you to do the same. You comply easily, silently thanking yourself for already having changed into a soft sweater and cotton shorts earlier in the evening as you fold your legs under the warm blanket, sighing into the cocoon of comfort.
Jimin wastes no time now, finally having you all to himself as he easily finds your body under the covers, his strong arms coiling around your waist as he pulls you into his side, the two of you meeting in the middle of the plush mattress. One of his arms remains tightly wound across the small of your back, curling you into his body, as his other hand snakes around to find the web of your fingers, slowly fitting his own between them as he rests your entwined embrace against the muscle of his smooth stomach. You hum in contentment, turning to gaze up at Jimin as you lay in his arms, the homeliness of them so familiar. He meets your gaze, hazelnut irises flitting glossily between yours as his lips twitch with a soft grin. You mirror his smile as he leans in, planting a slow and gentle kiss upon the jut of your lips as you sigh, the warmth spreading down your spine only melting you further into the lull of his hold.
As he pulls away, you fit your head in the juncture of his solid shoulder, the hand that isn’t held by Jimin’s curling around the side of his own back, searching for the line of his spine as your fingers begin to run lethargic tracks along it, reveling in the reverberating hum of gratification that rumbles through his chest.
The movie begins to play, then, and the night is ethereal. You half pay attention to what’s going on screen as you steep in the feeling of Jimin’s body against yours, smiling sedately to yourself at the sound of his squeaking laughter echoing around the room at every comical moment, his habit of needing to touch something when he laughs holding fast with every squeeze of his hand around yours or his arm around your waist. Your fingers continue to trail lazy lines across his back, your lips pecking soft affection against the rise of his collarbone whenever the urge strikes you, tingling when you feel his lips reciprocate in lingering issuances atop your head.
Halfway through the film, the both of you have slipped from sitting upright to splaying among the pillows, Jimin’s head still elevated enough to see the glowing plot play out on the TV. He seem’s to be enjoying himself, eyes blinking slowly, happily, an ever-present expression of contentment gracing his sharp face as his fingers dance lullingly over the fabric of your shoulder. Your eyes are drooping, now, your head laid bare against the plane of Jimin’s pectoral, your arm thrown loosely over his midsection as your fingers curl around his side.
As you struggle to keep your eyes open, desperate to enjoy these precious moments alone with Jimin, his simple grace and beauty so profound to you, he glances down at your sleepy face, smirking amusedly as his hand raises to thumb across your cheek. “Go to sleep, baby. It’s okay.” He bends to run his lips along your forehead, the brushing of them so tender.
“I can’t…don’t want to–miss you,” you mumble incoherently, squeezing around him as you shift impossibly closer.
You keen at the sensation of his chest rumbling with laughter under you, his thumb continuing to caress the skin of your face as he whispers, “I forgot to tell you. We have tomorrow off too. I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up, jagiya. Just go to sleep, now.”
Your lazy grin is unmistakable as you take in his words, your hazy head not too far gone yet to register the happiness they bring you. With this newfound comfort hanging over the both of you, you allow your eyes to drift shut, the warm and familiar scent of Jimin wafting around you as you relax into the peace and serenity of your Sunday night.
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Spirits Blossom [Jimin x Reader]
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Pairing: Soft Dom!Jimin x Sub Fem!Reader
Genre: 18+ MINORS DNI Smut, Porn with some plot, worship, orgasm denial, praise kink
Synopsis: Jimin is a spirit of desire. The story of "The Legend of Florere Pond" is a folktale passed down for generations about a desire-granting spirit that lived in a peach blossom pond. (Y/N), who has been having a rough time, seeks out this spirit in hope of release. He is more than happy to help with those desires in any way he can.
Word Count: 3.6k
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She was desperate.
The Legend of Florere Pond is the passed-down town tale in (Y/N)’s town. If you walked far enough into the forest, you’d find its entrance close to a sycamore tree. People say very few people have come across it, as only those deemed worthy by the spirit guarding it are allowed to pass into its domain. Those who have claimed to see it described it as a tranquil icy blue pond with the most transparent, beautiful water. Peach trees in perpetual bloom cascaded their blossoms decorating the lake in a light pink layer. Speckling the pink lay differing greens of lilypads. Most importantly: when you touch down upon the water, blooming ripples would sprout from your fingertips and reflect a gentle finger mirroring yours from the depths below. If you managed to coax the spirit out, he would be able to see into your deepest desires.
(Y/N) needed some sort of escape, the world had gotten too fast. Work had been a nightmare, her co-workers only harassed her more due to her being a new employee, and her boss only fed into it. Her family had cut her out recently due to a fallout over her choice to leave law school. On top of all of that? Her best friend had recently stopped talking to her. The last solace of her day was her pet cat that she could come home and talk to, but no one ever gave her full accompaniment. Everything had felt empty, gray.
God, what would she do for a bit of color? And, my, did Florere Pound sound radiant.
She kissed her cat on top of the forehead between the ears, giving one last scratch after feeding him. Then, she slung a bag over her shoulders and head out. The sun rained upon her, covering her in a blanket of summertime warmth. Yet, that warmth did little to reach near her bones, only touching the surface of the tension that gnawed like frostbite inside of her. She found herself at the edge of tall trees looming above her, blocking out the sun from her once more. With one foot, she stepped inside and began to roam through.
It was much chillier within the walls of the forest. The trees were too thick to truly see anything through them, and she had turned too many times to find which way she had begun. Her heart beat faster as she got more committed to the forest, and the realization set in. Everything had looked the same, growing dizzier and dizzier, tree, upon the grass, upon another tree, upon a puddle. Everything was the same over and over, nothing defining enough use as a landmark. No sycamore tree was in sight, and (Y/N) grew desperate.
“Shit!” She yelled as she looked at what she could only assume was the same tree she had usually been looking at, and kicked a rock in her frustration. It batted against the bark of the tree, doing little to hurt it.
(Y/N) took out her phone- no signal. She’d have to wander until she was close enough to get at least a bar. That way she could look up on maps some routes to get back.
She turned around for what she could only assume was the seventeenth time she had decided to ‘turn around’ to find her way back, and began to walk again. How naive did she have to be to believe in some ‘spirit’ anyway?
Looming above her was a tree that contrasted beyond the rest. It was a striking white, with crawling limbs touching the sky, and patches of leaves dwindling off it. A sycamore tree.
‘Come closer, I want to see you.’
The whispery voice shimmered in her ears, she could almost feel the light tease of lips against her ear with how intimately close the voice was to her. A light breeze brought goosebumps across her neck, feeling like nails tickling down her back, carving the arch within it. Her eyes widened, and she felt the pull to the sycamore tree in front of her.
All doubts began to slowly flood her mind, and that simple touch released the tension that was in her shoulders. She turned back sharply, to see nothing behind her as if she had imagined it all in her head. Once more she looked at the sycamore tree, every second that she wasn’t getting closer to it felt like reigning in a pulling force. So, she gave in, allowing herself to be pushed in front of it.
Yet, beyond the tree there was nothing, so she lightly touched it, running her fingers against the rough bark. A wave of dizziness crashed over her, and she tried to keep upright, holding onto the tree to keep herself up. She swung around to rest her back against it, her breath growing into heaves as she fought against the darkness that was swallowing her.
‘It’s okay.’ The same voice reassured lightly, ‘You’ll be here soon.’
Her head felt heavy as she raised it, feeling her whole world turned upside down. She was curled up into herself on the ground, the sun glistening upon her once more. Her vision slowly adjusted, and she saw herself, slightly distorted below her. Slowly raising up in confusion, she looked down to see her reflection, rippling against light ripples within a body of water. Adorned in the water floated by soft pink blossoms- peach blossoms. It was real all along?
There was only one way to test that theory. She reached her hand into the water, dipping the very tip of her index finger into the water, and reflecting upon it: another finger similar to hers.
“(Y/N),” the voice whispered, “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).”
“What?” She responded a bit confused, she could tell the voice was one of a male.
“Such a pretty name, (Y/N).” He said again, his voice was airy and bright, almost in a teasing tone.
“Thank you?” she responded in confusion, “Is this…”
“Florere Pond? Yes.” He said.
(Y/N) looked around, seeing everything around her, it was truly as colorful as all the tales told it to be. Peach trees completely surrounded the pond, fog lingering between them, and the lake was such a vibrant aqua.
“Look,” the voice called, “Look into the water.”
She looked down, and gently swiped her arm across the water, pushing away the petals that covered the surface. There, lingering in the reflection showed a boy, reflecting as if he was right above the pond as she was. He had beautiful pink hair, and plump lips to match his soft face. His smile reached into his eyes as he laughed a bit, wearing a silky white shirt that near translucent, and tight black dress pants that wrapped around high-waisted.
“Let’s get acquainted, shall we? It’s only fair you get to know me if I grant you your deepest desires,” he said, slowly his reflection got close to yours, the volume raising as he did. Yet, when she looked above the water next to her, there was nothing.
“My name is Jimin,” He whispered, “and all I am here to do is help you, take care of you, please you.”
“... Jimin?” She whispered looking at his reflection, and he nodded as he smiled, his hand slowly reaching over to her face, yet all she felt was heat against the area.
“It sounds prettier from you,” he laughed teasingly into her ear as he stroked his thumb on her cheek.
She felt herself get warmer from the attention, and tried to collect the words as they scattered in her mind.
“I, just, didn’t want to be alone.” she finally stammered out, looking at the spirit.
“I know,” he whispered, “You just need some time to relax, to get away from the ‘real world’ for a moment.”
“It’s been all too much,” she whispered, tears beginning to glisten, as did the surface of the water, her eyes.
Jimin smiled lightly again and leaned closer to her ear again. The same tingly sensation rose within her stomach as he did.
“It’s okay, here we’re alone, and we can do whatever you want.” he said quietly, “I know you’re thinking of so many ways I could help you relax right now. Every single touch is sending you into overdrive, I see it, I feel it.”
He wasn’t even corporal, and this spirit had managed to make her stomach erupt. Every inch of her skin was begging to feel the same sensations as her neck and ear had to the mere existence of a breeze that she took to be his breath.
“Please,” she finally released, this spirit had managed to gain trust through mere subtleties.
He laughed a bit, “Whatever you so desire, my dear.”
The reflection disappeared, and for a moment she felt alone once more. The air grew thick as she looked down, confused. The water began to ripple a bit, and slowly the ends of pink hair peaked through the blossoms, a head raising out of the water, soon following the soaked shirt of Jimin, clinging tightly against his skin as he pulled himself out. He was lean, but muscular through and through. Seeing him outside of a reflection set it for her, and the comforting smile he gave once his eyes opened to meet hers.
“I’ll give you the best night of your life,” he said, moving closer to her as the peach blossoms moved against his path, “You’ll go back to your world feeling more relaxed than you ever have if you so let me.”
He leaned forward and coyishly moved to rest his head in the cranny of her neck, looking innocently up into her eyes. Yet, beyond it was a devilish smirk. He was an enigma to anything you had ever seen before, a toying playful spirit, a helpful hand, and a sinner wrapped up into one being.
“Yes,” she let out lightly, looking down at the spirit beneath her. He laughed lightly, sending shivers once more down her body as he did right against the skin of her neck.
Slowly his lips connected to the skin, his hand slowly trailing to the arch of her back again, resting in it as she pushed herself forward into his touch. He kissed lightly against it, his lips exploring every inch of the area, moving up to her jaw, and cheek, and then slowly meeting with half-lidded eyes into hers.
“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered, “I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. It took you so long just to come to wander into my domain so that I could see you for myself.”
So he had known her? She gulped against his words and opened her eyes.
“I caught your attention?” she whispered.
“Of course, you did, dear.” he smirked, “And I could only hope you’d welcome me in.”
Once more he resumed what he was doing, connecting his lips against hers in a gentle romantic kiss. The mere touch sent sparks throughout the entirety of (Y/N)’s body, his kiss served as a miracle giver, a blessing upon her. Every stroke and touch took every worry and pulled it out upon release. It was magical. He got growingly more curious as his lips trailed down to the edge of her shirt, looking up at her once more with eyes growing in his own sinful desire.
“Would you like me to remove this for you, dear?” he asked, leaving her just to breathlessly nod.
Slowly his fingers hooked around the edges of her shirt, lifting it up, his hands holding her hips as he reached down and kissed upon the edges of her breasts that showed beyond the bra that was still covering them. Soon, he grew a tiny bit rougher as he sucked, leaving purple blooms to begin to grow. He grew greedier upon each one, and she only grew more desperate against the teasing.
Soon her own hand began to explore, running fingers through his pink hair, which was awfully soft. Her hand trailed against his back and ran up his shirt, running nails down his back lightly.
“You’re getting needier,” he laughed a bit as he still kept low, “it’s cute.”
The praise only sent her into more desire as she nodded.
He ran his lips down to the base of her stomach, looking at her shorts, hooking around them as well as he pulled them down, hooking around the panties as he basked in her full glory.
“Ah, my apologies, it must be so rude for me not even to give back.” He smiled as he pulled back for a moment, and she gasped out at the lack of touch. The cold kiss of air against her clit made her shiver. Slowly he pulled off his own shirt, revealing abs that glistened against the surface of the water. He removed his pants, to reveal his true desires as well, hiding as he too was awfully aroused, shown in the tent in his boxers. Soon, those were off too as he sprung out, hitting his stomach. He gave off a show as he removed his clothes, turning, making sure each article took as long as possible to take off.
“Please,” she pleaded, “Jimin-”
“You’re so impatient darling” he whispered as he looked at her, watching as she was practically squirming.
Her own finger slowly lowered down to her clit, rubbing against it as she was desperate. The finger glided along perfectly as the arousal slicked her already.
“Shh” he reached forward and grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement and making her whine, “I’m supposed to be the one pleasuring you darling, don’t you remember?”
Biting her lip she nodded, this spirit singlehandedly was the most caring, and pleasurable being.
“I want to worship and bask in your beauty” he whispered, “In hopes that you’d see the same reflection I see of you in front of me, the you I’ve wanted for so so long, darling.”
Slowly he kissed down lower and lower against her, his lips grazing her folds, pulling her forward so that her legs dangled into the pond he stood in.
“Jimin please just touch me,” she whispered.
He licked his lips as he looked up at her, “I want to savor every single taste of you darling, you have to be patient with me.”
Slowly he reached forward and pressed deeper into her, lips connecting with her clit as he began to lick, lips connecting his spit with her own wetness against her. She felt a wave of pleasure rack over her as his tongue worked against her, everything so smooth. She leaned herself back, bucking her hips up into his mouth as her head tilted back, moans falling out of her mouth as he worked against her.
He rested his hands against her hips, helping her hold herself up as he did just as he promised- savoring every single bit of her he got on his tongue, working perfectly as he licked stripes running up and down her, stimulating her clit with a flick. He kissed her again as his fingers tightened on her hips. Her own hands found his hair and tightened, pushing him further down on her. He didn’t mind it in the slightest.
“So sweet” he whispered as he pulled away for a second, just for her to push him back in, and he hummed against her pleased despite the forcefulness.
Her stomach tightened a bit as she felt herself getting close, Jimin slowly pulled away as he looked up at her, making her whine.
“Not yet, darling, there’s still so much we have to do,” he said, “I can’t have you releasing this early.”
He raised himself a bit more out of the water, his dick fresh out against the air. (Y/N) leaned up and looked down at it, her hand reaching down and wrapping around the base as she began to pump it.
“Ah- now you don’t have to please me,” Jimin insisted as he leaned his head back, the smirk still coming onto his face as he watched her practically fall apart in desperation, crawling to him. It lit up a fire within him that he made the cool facade.
“I want to” she whispered, “God, I really want to.”
Jimin couldn’t argue with that as he bit his lip, nodding, letting her pump him for a bit, his own moans coming out.
“(Y/N), you’re so pretty like this,” he said smiling as he looked down.
“You do too,” She said quietly as she looked up at him.
His own hand trailed down as she pumped, and head down to her entrance, slowly teasing it with his finger, before smoothly plunging into her, beginning to move. She moaned and her hand fell back, not stopping her movements on him as he pumped him. Slowly he added a second, moving faster as she gasped, spreading her legs.
“More,” she whispered breathlessly, making Jimin tease a smile against his lips, which were agape.
“Anything for you,” he whispered, “Your begging would make me want to do anything.”
He moved to line himself up with her entrance, before slowly pushing in. She felt full as he did, and all of her worries completely drained at that point, leaving her just to focus on the pleasure he gave.
He thrusted into her, rocking his hips slowly as he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her closer to the edge of the pond. All (Y/N) could do was wrap her arms around him as well, holding him as she dug her nails into his back. She held her head into his neck, moaning into the skin.
“Jimin” she moaned, “God, Jimin.”
The way she said his name sent him into overdrive, feeling himself shiver.
“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered into her ear again, making the goosebumps raise again, his hips rocked rhythmically, skillful and graceful. The water rippled in time with his thrusts below him.
Slowly he pulled her deeper into the water, making her gasp, but the water was warm around her. Blossoms floated around her as they tingled against her back, surrounding the both of them as Jimin didn’t even stutter in his thrusts, getting only faster as he did. His mouth roamed once more and found her neck, kissing hickies right into the skin again.
She felt herself getting close, “Jimin-” she whispered, “Jimin-”
Jimin picked her up and pulled out of the water again, stopping his movements for a moment, and making her gasp.
“No-” she sobbed out at the sudden loss of buildup. Jimin fully removed himself from the water, pining her down underneath him.
“Not yet,” he whispered into her ear, “Not yet, not yet”
He reached his thumb down and teased her clit again, still deep inside of her. Once more he rocked slowly, now on top of her as she lay on her back in the soft grass. Jimin was beautiful with the sun reflecting on top of him, and he was glowing. His thrusts once more resumed at a normal pace, making her grow more desperate.
“Please, please let me come!” she cried out, feeling her orgasms get closer and closer each time they were denied.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his thrusts suddenly gaining in pace as he got even faster against her, rocking her chest up and down. He took the opportunity to take one in his hand, kneading it and teasing against the nipple, his mouth going to work at the other one.
“I'm coming!” She yelled as Jimin moved out, and she felt her whole world rock around her as her hips spasmed, sharp squirts falling out, and Jimin smirked as he squirted all over him, feeling proud as he did, still rubbing her clit harshly to pull her through the orgasm. Once she was done, he pumped himself a couple of times, moaning as he too came on her stomach.
(Y/N), as she lay on the floor, felt lighter than she ever had, looking up into Jimin’s eyes, which had lost the arousal and were replaced with the same innocence she saw earlier.
“Oh, (Y/N),” he whispered, “we made such a mess,” he said leaning down and resting his head on the middle of her chest.
Her eyes widened at the two sides of this man and nodded.
“How do you feel?” he asked, hand reaching to stroke her cheek once more, caringly.
“So, much lighter,” was all she could get out, she felt like she wanted to lie there forever, in the midst of the peach blossom-covered grass with the man who just made all of her worries go away.
“Good,” he whispered, “Then your desire is fulfilled?”
“No, replaced,” she responded, “I want you.”
He laughed, “That’s a hard bargain,” he whispered, “But anything for you.”
She had fallen asleep soon after.
Ring. Ring.
She groggily turned her head, looking next to her, 7:00 A.M, her alarm for work was going off. Part of her wished that she could close her eyes and go back to that pond, return to that dream state once more. Yet, she had duties. The eyes of that man lingered in her mind, feeling disappointed as she had to go brush her teeth. She got into her work clothes and was prepared to start another god-forsaken day.
She head out of her apartment and opened the door to look to see the apartment next to her was fully sold, with boxes adorning the outside of it.
“Hello!” that voice.
She looked down the hall to see the same man from her dreams walk forward, carrying a box.
“My name is Jimin. I think you live in room 130, right? I’m moving into 131! I hope we can be good friends!” he bowed politely to you. A teasing smirk though ghosted beyond that bow.
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