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♡ Jimin ➳ Baby Boy ♡ - Jimin - Babyboy (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/6dwwyeC6YC JIMINS BIRTHDAY SMUT I wuv you Chim Chim ❤️ *WARNING* It's hella kinky with blindfolds and toys

This chapter made me appreciate OC even more —her progress is incredible considering what she's been through, and I sure loved how Jimin stepped out of his comfort zone to defend her even though he didn't really know what was happening at the moment. This kind of dom/sub dynamic with such a natural character development for both of them is something I didn't know I needed, and now I can't get enough of it! I just love this story so so much, thank you!!! ❤

GOOD BOY ‖ thirteen

After getting a bit closer to Jimin, you attend the same party and run into an old friend. The encounter makes Jimin see you in a completely different light.

⤑ word count: 9.3k   ⤑ genre: (a whole lot of) angst, sub!jimin/dom!reader ⤑ warnings: mentions of SA (relationship between minor and adult), heavy topics; if you choose to skip this chapter because of this - Man-soo is a creepy piece of shit who should be in jail ⤑ rating: 18+ 

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Every time a new chapter is updated I feel like it's the best chapter of the story until the next one comes. Good Boy is that one story I'm looking forward to every single time and it is never disappointing! ❤

I love Jimin's character and his slow but steady progress around her as well as I love the way she switches between two different kind of approaches when it comes to her sexual games (praise & degradation) — I just love their dynamic and how they're both trying to make it work even though it's not that easy at times.

Good Boy ‖ fourteen

An invitation to a Christmas gathering at Taehyung’s place turns into an opportunity for you and Jimin to explore new territory.

⤑ word count:  10k ⤑ genre: sub!jimin, smut, non-idol!au ⤑ pairing:  jimin x reader ⤑ warnings: smut [handjob], dirty talk, size humiliation, light degradation, mentions of pegging ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ read on AO3

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The longer you knew Jimin, the better you understood him and his intentions. One of your favorite things about Jimin was that he knew what things were too personal and he never brought them up in order not to ruin the mood.

After he met the man that made you so miserable back when you were younger and more naive, you were happy that Jimin didn’t feel the need to discuss the whole thing, even though it had to be shocking for him too. After all, you’d already told him everything he needed to know and you saw no point in picking old wounds and explaining it any further. Nothing good would come out of it.

The longer you knew Jimin, the better you understood his shyness. Of course, he’d already explained to you why he felt the way he did, how long those thoughts plagued him, and what type of progress he’d made, and you appreciated all of those things. But, you also noticed that Jimin was still reserved in public, around people, including his friends, but you didn’t push him. If he gave you that same respect, you were going to give it right back without assuming it was all about you.

So, when Christmas came around and Jimin invited you to have dinner at Taehyung’s place, you immediately noticed the shakiness of his voice, which cracked by the end of the sentence he tried so hard to get out. You instantly noticed it because he was making progress around you and his voice never faltered unless you were talking about something that made him really anxious, like sexual stuff and, apparently, hanging out with his friends.

You were studying together in the library for hours and then he asked you to accompany him. The fact that he waited so long to ask you only told you it took Jimin a while to gather the courage to even ask. Clearly, this dinner was important to him.

Could you blame him for being scared of asking?

Who would want to take a girl who humiliates them for fun to hang out with all their friends? Jimin was probably scared you’d treat him the same way you treated him when it was just the two of you, but you hoped he knew that would never happen. You’d never show his friends any signs of your private dynamic.

This time, though, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and asked Jimin if he was nervous about you coming with him. There were things that you both wanted to keep to yourself, but this was something you had to touch on, at least, even if it was too personal.

“Jimin, are you sure you want me to come?” you kept your voice low, so the conversation would stay between the two of you, even though the library was empty at this time. “You seem kind of worried about it, and I don’t want to go if my being there will make you uncomfortable.”

Jimin gulped loudly and then looked into your eyes. “No, I want you to come. I just… Don’t know how my friends will react.”

“To you bringing me as a date?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. Did his friends have something against the two of you dating? Taehyung, for one, loved the idea, and you were sure nobody else had anything against it. Why would they?

“No,” Jimin shook his head. “They’re all excited that we… Spend more time together now. I mean about the… Our thing.”

You leaned in, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and leaning in very close to his ear, “You think I would tell your friends about the toys you like to use or about you coming in your pants for me so often?”

You enjoyed watching him blush but smile through it because the memories were as pleasant for him as they were for you. Just a couple of days earlier, you got Jimin to come in his pants in public and the look on his face kept you up at night. It was cold outside, so he looked really pale but his cheeks got flustered because he felt that what the two of you were doing was wrong.

You whispered really nasty things to him—things you wanted to do to him, things he wanted to do to you, things you’d do with other people in front of him, anything that could get his mind and dick going, and it worked. He came with a grunt, and his cheeks instantly got red when he realized he was in public with a stain forming around his cock. Luckily, he was wearing black jeans and it wasn’t even visible to those who didn’t know what they were looking at.

Again, the library was not the place to be thinking about Jimin’s cock or the things you wanted to do to him to get him all worked up. You were there to study and to talk about this dinner party, apparently.

Jimin then cleared his throat and sneaked a glance your way. “Maybe,” he admitted, to which you immediately shook your head.

“Minnie… I’d never do that,” you told him, trying to sound as serious as you felt. “It’s between us. I may tease you, but not in front of other people. You know that, right?”

Jimin nodded but didn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, sure,” he said and got back to reading again, so you dropped the subject and hoped he knew you were serious about it.

On your way back home, while Jimin was explaining how complicated the dance he was practicing was, you kept thinking about the dinner thing. It was actually sad that he was worried about bringing you around his friend group, instead of being happy you two could share the experience together. Normal people didn’t have these worries, you realized. If he was dating a nice girl, like Natalie, he’d take her there without even giving it a second thought.

It took him at least three hours to ask you to join him, granted he found out right before you two met up, which probably wasn’t the case.

“Hey, Jimin, sorry, my mind’s not in it,” you stopped him mid-sentence, feeling guilt for being unable to concentrate on something that important to him. “I’m thinking about the dinner at Taehyung’s and I just want to tell you that it will be okay. Please, don’t worry about me showing or telling anyone anything about us.”

“Okay,” Jimin nodded with a sigh. “I didn’t really think you would say anything.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t. What’s between us stays there, right?” you asked and reached out for his hand, to which he intertwined his fingers with yours. “So, please, don’t worry about me embarrassing you in front of your friends and saying anything of that sort in front of others.”

“That’s good to know,” Jimin grinned and kept walking, so you followed too, hand in hand. “I was just worried that people would notice how we are around one another and figure it out, I guess.”

“How we are?” you wondered what he meant by that. Did you act strange around others? You didn’t really think so. You, for one, loved teasing him, but that was about it. You didn’t do it when other people could see or hear, so you were sure nobody knew what was really going on.

“I, I mean, we uh, we aren’t, uh, the most conventional people out there when we’re uh, together, I think,” Jimin mumbled his way to the end of the sentence with a knot in his throat.

“Do you mean because we’re not exactly touchy-feely or because we don’t have sex but play with each other or something else?” you asked shamelessly, completely forgetting that even a question like that could get Jimin flustered, which it did.

Jimin looked around as if he was wondering if someone heard you, which was impossible since there was practically no one on campus in late December. Still, his action showed you he still wasn’t relaxed around you when it came to sex.

“All of that,” he managed to say without his voice cracking so you squeezed his hand, hoping that would provide some kind of reassurance.

“We’re just two people dating,” you told him, which you could tell surprised him. “That’s all your friends will see. And what happens between us when we’re alone is our secret. Just like what they do in their bedrooms is theirs.”

Jimin nodded in agreement, happy that you found some common ground, but you just knew he was probably overthinking it and would do so until the dinner was over with.

The funny thing was, you were more nervous about the dinner than Jimin, at least it felt like it. You kept thinking about how his friends would react to the two of you, how Jimin would treat you in front of other people, whether his friends would think you’re a weird couple, and if you’d embarrass him in any way. When you realized what you were doing, you told yourself to get a grip and get over it.

It wasn’t like you to think about these things because you rarely got yourself to care about men this much. If someone’s friends didn’t like you, so what? It’s not like you had any real interest in them, so it wouldn’t matter if their friends had something to say.

Jimin, on the other hand, meant more to you than that, so you felt like you had to leave a good impression on his friends. You already knew Taehyung and Jungkook, and now that you remembered that you got Jimin to come in his pants in their vicinity, you were embarrassed with yourself for putting him in such an uncomfortable situation in the first place.

But, you instantly remembered how much Jimin liked that and how happy he was to oblige and blow his load in his boxers while you whispered nasty things in his ear, which eased some of your worries. He liked it too.

You weren’t like Mansoo, you weren’t forcing Jimin to do things he didn’t want to do, you weren’t depriving him of the things he wanted. In fact, you always asked him what he wanted, but most times, Jimin was too afraid to say it out loud. Maybe he’ll get over his shyness after a while and ask for what he really wanted, and you’d make sure he gets it. Until then, you’d just have to wait for him to start opening up.

Jimin picked you up a bit earlier than agreed, but you’d expected that. He’d never risk being late and would rather show up an hour early than ten minutes late, so you got ready half an hour before you had to be ready, and it paid off. Up until that point, you’d never seen Jimin in a suit, so seeing him dressed like that when you opened the door for him made you stop dead in your tracks and stare at him.

Since you didn’t say a word when you opened the door, Jimin stared right back, seemingly shocked by your silence. You, of course, immediately realized that he was surprised to see you stare at him like that, so you checked him out from head to toe and whistled in approval. “Wow, you look great, Minnie,” you told him with a grin, which made him smile right back at you with a sigh of relief.

“Uh, thank you,” Jimin scratched the back of his head and looked at you from head to toe, a lot slower than you did. “You look… wonderful.”

“Thanks,” you nodded, stepping out of the apartment and locking it behind you on your way out. “Ready to go?”

Jimin nodded and led you to the car and, of course, opened the door for you. He wasn’t really talkative during the ride there, and you realized he was still worried about how the dinner was going to go, so you decided to ask him about it. Honesty was the best policy after all, right?

“Are you worried about the dinner?” you asked after minutes of riding in silence, other than the song that was playing on the radio. It was weird for you two not to talk for such a long time, and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Uh, not worried,” Jimin said, scrunching his eyebrows. “It’s a social gathering, so it’s not exactly the ideal environment. Then I’m also taking you this time and I’m sure we’ll be the center of attention.”

“And you don’t like being that,” you said, nodding. You understood what he meant. Whenever one of your friends brought a guy to one of your gatherings, the guy would immediately become the main attraction, like Jimin said. Everyone would ask a question, make jokes, and try to include him in the conversation. Jimin didn’t want that to be the two of you since he never enjoyed having that many eyes on him, and you completely understood. “You can just turn around and drop me off at the apartment, you know?”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Jimin scoffed, still focused on the road, both hands on the wheel, staring right ahead. “I invited you.”

“I know, but if you feel even more nervous than you usually would, you might not have a good time,” you sighed.

“We’re going,” Jimin cleared his throat. “It will be fine.”

He didn’t sound convinced, but you had no choice other than to nod and stop pushing. If he wanted to go without you, he could, but Jimin wouldn’t leave you hanging like that, you were sure. He’d never do that to anyone, even if you didn’t mind.

“You should wear suits more often,” you said in a teasing manner, turning to face him to take the sight in, and the complement visibly messed with Jimin.

Jimin shot you a glance but quickly looked back at the road, shaking his head. “Why?”

“They fit you just right…” you cocked your head to the side and inspected the suit he was wearing.

The shirt was white and tight, hugging his toned arms and torso, accentuating his slim waist, while the fact that he left a couple of buttons unbuttoned made your imagination run wild. Then, the tight dark blue pants made the curve of his ass and those thick thighs even more visible, and you suddenly got an urge to touch him.

Jimin gulped loudly at your compliment before smiling, even though you could tell he was trying not to. “Thanks,” was all he could muster out before you started to drag your fingers up his thigh, stopping right before you reached his crotch, dragging your nails all the way down to his knee.

“You look so manly in a suit,” you chirped, continuing to tease him with your fingernails while Jimin tried to focus on driving. “All business-like. Big dick energy.”

The thought made Jimin snicker, which in turn caused you to make a tsk sound at him, unhappy that he wasn’t able to take the compliment. “What, you don’t think so?”

“I… Thank you,” Jimin decided to back down. “I didn’t know you liked suits.”

“Me neither,” you admitted, suddenly realizing that Jimin got hard. “See? That’s a part of their charm. I can tell when you’re in the mood.”

Jimin bit down on his lip and took a deep breath, still staring right ahead while you fought the urge to cup his crotch. Your fantasy included Jimin pulling over and fucking the shit out of you on the side of the road, punishing you with his cock for all the snickering and teasing you did, making you understand who’s really in charge. But, Jimin kept quiet and in a couple of minutes, you reached Taehyung’s place.

When he heard Jimin park in front of the house, Taehyung answered the door, waving at the two of you with a huge Santa hat on his head and a Christmas apron on, looking like a warm host. As soon as you approached, Taehyung went in for a hug.

“Thanks for coming, it’s so good to see you,” he said, patting your back. “You look great!”

“Thanks for the invite,” you said and then looked at Jimin, who was getting a hug from his friend. “Didn’t know you’re such a Christmas fan.”

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year and all that,” Taehyung chuckled loudly, patting Jimin on the back. “Really happy you two could make it.”

“Yeah,” Jimin nodded and then handed Taehyung the bottle of wine and a cake you two bought for the occasion.

Going there empty-handed wasn’t an option, not when Taehyung seemed to put in a lot of effort into making a ton of food, getting a bunch of alcohol, making punch and mulled wine, and at least five different types of cakes.

As it turned out, his friends helped since his family was out of town. Taehyung hated the idea of spending Christmas Eve alone, so he invited a bunch of friends and told them to invite anyone else who feels like hanging out. Luckily for Jimin, that meant that the two of you were not the center of attention. Of course, some of Jimin’s friends wanted to be introduced to you, but most of the people there weren’t close to Jimin, so they simply said hi, asked you two how you were doing, and moved on to talk with someone else, leaving you two to spend most of the evening together.

“Fancy seeing you two here,” Jungkook walked over and greeted you with a huge smile on his face, which gave away just how tipsy he already was. “I’m lying, I knew you were coming.”

His joke make you laugh, but Jimin still seemed tense, as if he was scared someone was going to say too much to you, or that you’d say too much to his friends.

“Having fun?” you asked Jungkook, trying to keep the conversation going since Jimin seemed out of it. These were his friends, but he seemed stiff and panicky around them right now, and you knew you were the reason behind that.

“Yeah, actually. Taehyung really outdid himself this time,” Jungkook looked around and nodded in approval. “Have you guys tried the soup? I don’t know what he put in that thing, but it’s great.”

“I really have to get the recipe, no kidding,” you agreed as the soup was so good you were starting to think Taehyung ordered it, and it made Jungkook laugh. Jimin breathed out through his nose in an attempt to laugh too, but you could tell he was still awkward.

“Is Jimin being good company today?” Jungkook leaned in and wrapped his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, and you could just tell Jimin felt embarrassed about the question.

Of course, Jungkook was charming, confident, and talkative—all the things Jimin just didn’t think about himself, so when Jungkook made a remark about Jimin and his company, you were sure it upset your date.

“Jimin’s always great company,” you said, nudging him, to which the two of them shot glances at each other.

“I didn’t know she was such a liar,” Jimin joked, which made all three of you laugh, and you thought Jimin would finally start relaxing a bit more once he realized that no one was there to make fun of him, especially not you. “Just trying to avoid people, I guess.”

“It’s a good thing you brought a date then,” Jungkook grinned at you. “Nobody wants to come over and interrupt a couple talking. Well, nobody except nosy guys like me, but I just wanted to say hi and tell you to eat something before it’s all gone.”

“That went great,” you noted once Jungkook left you two on your own by the table, and Jimin nodded in agreement.

“True, nothing embarrassing was mentioned,” Jimin continued nodding. “It’s okay so far.”

“What are you so scared of?” you leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “Are you afraid your friends are going to tell me something?”

“I just don’t want them to say something stupid or embarrassing,” Jimin admitted after a second of eye contact. “I mean, you already know I’m not very social and all that stuff.”

“There’s really nothing they can say that would change my mind about you,” you decided to be honest with Jimin since you could see he still wasn’t relaxed even though his best friends were here and nobody was paying attention to the two of you. “Being anxious around people is totally normal. Besides, if they make you feel uncomfortable, I can make them feel that way. If you want that, of course.”

Suddenly, Jimin burst out laughing and covered his mouth with his hand when he did that, but you still enjoyed seeing him laugh so heartily. “I just imagined you saying one of the things you say to me to Jungkook and it’s just… Gold. The difference is, Jungkook would have a good thing to say back.”

“You think?” you cocked your head to the side, challenging him. Of course, you weren’t going to say anything like that to Jungkook. You had no sexual interest in him and you, in fact, wanted his friend. Still, you wondered what Jimin thought of as a “good thing” to say back. Why didn’t he say it? “You’d be surprised.”

“Definitely,” Jimin cleared his throat and looked at the crowd of people that were gathering around the table filled with alcohol. “Guys like Jungkook always do.”

“So,” you scooted your chair to sit closer to Jimin, suddenly losing all interest in the food in front of you or the people in the room. “If I told Jungkook I wouldn’t be able to feel his dick, he’d say something back?”

It was a risk, just asking that, but you kept your voice down and you were 100% sure no one could hear. Still, if Jimin didn’t want to talk about that at Taehyung’s, you’d understand and change the topic. For a second, you felt like you did too much—he choked, coughed, and looked away before finally sneaking a glance your way.

“I t-think so,” Jimin whispered back, eyes focused on the table instead of at you.

“Like what?” you teased, wondering what Jimin thought a “real man” would say in that situation.

You were sure he had a lot of things on his mind, but never dared to say them to you, so he let you say whatever you wanted and do what you wanted, instead of asking for something himself.

“I, I don’t know,” Jimin shrugged and took a big gulp of the white wine in front of him, maybe to distract you both from the conversation. Or, maybe he needed some liquid courage. “Maybe that you won’t know until you try it.”

Then, Jimin glanced at you in that shy way of his that instantly turned you on. If he said those words to you, he’d get fucked. No, in fact, you’d let him do whatever he wanted, especially if he gave you one of those innocent looks when he said it.

It was time for you to challenge him a bit, so you lowered your voice again before speaking, “And you wouldn’t say that?”

“Me?” Jimin scoffed as if the idea was ridiculous. To be honest, you didn’t think he’d gather the courage to say anything of the sort to you, but a girl could hope. “I’d… Maybe think it.”

“Well, maybe you need to speak up for yourself more often,” you suggested before reaching for your glass and taking a slow sip while staring right into Jimin’s eyes over the rim of the glass, enjoying the way he was squirming because of you. “Can’t have something unless you ask for it.”

“I’ll, I’ll… Remember that.”

“You do that,” you chuckled and downed the rest of your wine before getting up. “Do you want more?”

Jimin decided to join you, so you ended up talking to two of his friends you weren’t that familiar with, Hoseok and Yoongi, who also seemed like cool guys. Of course, Jimin still wasn’t relaxed, but was he ever when you were around?

Still, he seemed a bit less tense thanks to the drinks he’s had, so much so that he even joked with Hoseok and Yoongi in front of you and didn’t seem embarrassed when they noted how happy he seemed around you, which you took as a great sign.

“He does? That’s such a nice thing to say, thank you”, you nodded at Hoseok, who smiled widely.

“You’re both nice people, I get why you get along now,” he nodded and patted Jimin’s shoulder. “Our friend here’s a bit on the shy sid—”

“A bit more than a bit, but yeah, go on,” Yoongi motioned for Hoseok to keep going with his motivational speech for Jimin, and you enjoyed every second of it.

“Dude!” Hoseok shot his friend a glare before turning to you, smiling, and continuing. “As I was saying, Jimin can be a bit shy, but he’s a really cool and kind guy once you get to know him better. I’m not saying you two don’t know each other well or anything, just that Jimin is cool.”

Yoongi nudged Hoseok with a snicker, thinking he was doing the most, which he kind of was. While you knew what Jimin was like, you liked hearing how other people felt about him—it helped you see the bigger picture and understand him a bit better. “Dude, stop.”

“You’re probably the only person in the world who thinks of me as cool,” Jimin said while chuckling. “You don’t have to try to impress her on my behalf.”

“I had to give it a try,” Hoseok placed a hand over his heart and frowned at Jimin. “I’m a real one. Anyway, I know you don’t need my help, I’m just sharing my opinion on you with your lovely date here.”

Yoongi placed his elbow on Hoseok’s shoulder and leaned in. “Since they’re here together, maybe he doesn’t need your help, huh?”

“Jimin definitely doesn’t, but thanks,” you smiled at Hoseok. “I can see all his friends really like him. That’s a good sign.”

“You see?” Hoseok clapped. “I did help! Now we’ll leave you to it, I’m going to get something to eat and Yoongi will follow me because he really likes to butt in every conversation I have.”

Once the pair was gone, you told Jimin you liked his friends.

“You do?” He seemed surprised as if they weren’t all trying to make you feel welcome the entire night. “I hope they aren’t making you embarrassed or uncomfortable.”

“Me?” you stopped for a second. “Me? You know I don’t get shy easily. They’ve all been really sweet. And they all seem to like you a lot.”

“They’re great guys,” Jimin agreed, pouring himself another drink. “Oh, there’s Jin from my dance class. Do you want to meet him?”

So, you met Jin and some other guys from the dance class, who also seemed to be sweet guys who respected Jimin. Everyone told you they were happy to meet you, but nobody gave any additional information like you hoped. A part of you wanted to hear what Jimin’s been saying about you, but you knew that wouldn’t happen—Jimin would never talk about you two to other people. Your thing was between you, so the fact that he invited you to Taehyung’s dinner party with all his friends meant a lot. He was finally letting you into his world, step by step.

A couple of hours and drinks later, Jimin seemed a lot more relaxed. He joked around with friends, talked a lot more openly with you, and even had his hand on the small of your back as you made your way through the crowd so he could show you to the bathroom. Of course, before that happened, you two were slow dancing, like everyone else. At a certain point, Taehyung dimmed the lights and said everyone had to dance to this one song, which made most people grunt. However, everyone did dance, so Jimin and you didn’t have a choice, not really.

It wasn’t that you minded at all, you were just worried about how Jimin would feel. Maybe he didn’t want close contact with you in front of his friends. Surprisingly, Jimin didn’t seem to mind either, probably because the lights were dimmed and nobody could really see you two.

His arm was wrapped around your waist while the other one held yours, chest pressed against chest, a smile on his face. You danced slowly, in silence, smiling at each other, and it didn’t take Jimin long to start looking away every couple of seconds. Instead of teasing him about it, you danced to the rhythm and enjoyed the warmth of his body against yours.

“This feels nice,” you told Jimin, letting go of his hand so you could hold onto his shoulder.

Jimin took the opportunity to wrap his other hand around your waist again, which took you by surprise. It was a lot more confident than anything he’d shown that day. “Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime,” you said with a chuckle. “I like this confidence on you.”

“What confidence?” Jimin laughed. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“You seem a bit more relaxed around me. It feels good,” you turned your face to the side so you could look at him. “Suits you.”

Jimin looked at you, tried to remain serious, but quickly smiled and looked away all flustered. He was trying to be more confident around you, but when you were that close, he just couldn’t. “It does?”

“Yeah,” you leaned in so you could whisper to him. “I love confident men.”

Jimin breathed in deeply and looked straight ahead, over your shoulder, while licking his lips. “Oh.”

“I like you more, though… Especially when you’re so composed,” you brushed your lips against his earlobe, and that immediately got a reaction out of him. “Manly.”

His cock twitched against your stomach, slowly getting erect, and you had very different reactions to it. You were pleased with getting Jimin horny so fast, especially with people around because it made you remember just how much Jimin liked this whole thing of yours. Yeah, he got flustered and shy, but he loved it so much. Jimin, on the other hand, stiffened immediately and held his breath.

Since that, of course, didn’t make his erection go away or make it seem any less noticeable, Jimin sighed. “Sorry.”

“Minnie, no need to apologize,” you squeezed his shoulder. “It’s… A compliment when it’s you.”

You could tell Jimin liked the compliment a lot since he immediately looked down and his cheeks flushed with color. “Uhm, uh, thanks.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just, uh, don’t want people t-to see,” Jimin cleared his throat and gave you a worried look. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Want us to go take care of it?” You suggested, knowing Jimin could easily turn the offer down.

It was the first time you offered something like this up front, without all the teasing and games. You wanted to help him out, and you’d do it in whatever way he saw fit. If he wanted to finally feel you, you’d let him after he’s been so good to you. Still, he could say no.

After all, his entire friend group was right there, and Jimin wasn’t the type of guy who left the party to go fool around. You guessed his friends would tease him about it if they saw, and Jimin’s worst nightmare was being made the center of attention, especially when things turned sexual.

That’s why his silent nod surprised you. However, you didn’t hesitate at all, and that’s how you ended up going to the bathroom with Jimin’s hand on your back.

Jimin led the way, opened the door for you, and closed it behind you, and that’s when he stopped and waited for you to take control. For some reason, you hoped he’d be the one to do it that time, that he’d take the lead and kiss you first, or initiate something, anything.

“How do you want to get rid of it?” you asked, taking a step towards him. Once again, you were throwing the ball to his court, allowing him to choose.

“Y-you choose,” Jimin said after hissing since your mouth got really close to his. “It’s, it’s, it’s all fine by me.”

All? Really? You had a feeling he’d turn into a muttering mess if you told him to just put it in. You two weren’t there yet, and Taehyung’s bathroom probably wasn’t the best place to have sex for the first time, especially not with someone as sweet and delicate as your Minnie.

“Hm, you sure, Minnie?” you couldn’t hide your smirk when you asked, especially since your question made Jimin gulp loudly, probably at all the implications your question carried.

Instead of saying a word, he pressed his lips together and nodded once, slowly.

You had two options. You could be a nice girl for Jimin and drop to your knees for your date, let his cock out of the confines of his boxers, and suck it into your mouth. The thought of wrapping your tongue around his tip and licking the underside while his cock goes down your throat made you salivate, mostly because you could already hear Jimin’s soft, grateful moans and grunts before he spilled his seed into your throat.

The other option was more of something you usually did, which was to tease Jimin, play with him, but please him in the end, but not before making him squirm and mumble and become putty in your hands.

“Have it your way then,” you scoffed and placed your hands on his chest before pushing him gently until his back reached the wall and he had nowhere to go. Your leg made its way between his legs, your thigh pressing against his crotch as his erection only got harder. “Okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin muttered, holding his breath as he looked down between his legs, the sight of your thigh pressing into his crotch clearly getting the better of him.

“I’m glad you said yes,” you admitted, leaning in to brush your lips against his neck on your way to whisper to him. “You turn me on when you act so manly and composed, Minnie… It’s so unlike you, but I love it.”

Jimin nodded slowly, his breathing getting shakier with every word that left your mouth.

“Can I admit something?” your voice was shaking when you asked Jimin that, even though you knew he’d say yes—didn’t he always?

“Uhm,” he paused to clear his throat and take a deep breath before continuing, “yes.”

“I really regret not making you come there with the plug in you, Minnie,” you dragged the nickname out, enjoying the way his teeth sunk into his plush bottom lip as he listened to you explained your desires. “If you had survived this night with it in your ass, I would have brought you here and sat on your cock, gave you the ride of your life… For being a good boy.”

As you talked, Jimin’s hips bucked into your leg desperately, and by the time you were finished with explaining what you would have done in that scenario, he was practically rutting against your thigh, wanting to feel more pressure on his hard cock, and that drove you wild. You loved making him lose control and forget where he was.

“What is it, Minnie, baby?” you whispered again before placing a soft kiss just below his ear, making him grunt. “Talk to me.”

“I need you,” he said in such a whiny tone of voice that it was your turn to hiss.

If you wanted to be mean, you could easily make him beg for you, get him on his knees, pleading for you to touch his dick. But, tonight was not the night for that. Jimin did great tonight. He brought you into his world, let you meet his friends, introduced you to everyone, and acted confident around you, which meant he deserved an award from you, not further torture.

So, instead of playing with Jimin, you quickly moved your hand down from his chest to his crotch, cupping his clothed cock, happy to feel just how hard it was for you. “You’re really, really handsome, Minnie… I hope you know that.”

Jimin nodded, but you knew he was just agreeing so you’d continue feeling him up, which is exactly what you planned on doing. After the slight nod, you squeezed his erection hard, so hard it made him moan, even though he tried to muffle the sound.

“So hard already,” you mumbled before removing your hand from his crotch, which instantly made him wince. “Pull your pants down.”

Obedient as he was, Jimin’s hands quickly found the button and zipper of his suit pants, and before you could blink, they were pooling around his ankles, letting you get a good of his toned thighs and clothed erection.

“Underwear, too,” you ordered, and Jimin once again did as asked. Soon enough, his dick was out in the open, and Jimin let his hands fall to his sides.

His cock was hard and sticking out, so you lowered your hand and gently smacked it from below, enjoying its weight on your palm. “Look how hard you are for me, Minnie… Already drooling?”

When you asked that, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling the drop of precum and smearing it over his tip, which made him hiss loudly. It was so hot to even see him dressed like that, all manly, dressed up, serious about this date, and then look down and see his throbbing cock lying in your palm, twitching up, desperate for a crumb of your attention.

You were sure you could talk him into coming—you could tell him he has a small dick and that you barely feel it in your palm, humiliate him, tell him you’d never fuck him, and he’s squirt cum all over you, grunting with red cheeks as he did so. But, tonight was not the night for such games, sadly.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” you frowned, to which Jimin instantly responded, not wanting you to worry.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want anyone to hear,” he lowered his voice when he told you this, and you realized he was actually scared of someone realizing what was going on in that bathroom, which was understandable.

“But you want this?” you wanted to confirm, wondering if you’d overstepped his boundaries and made a fool out of yourself by playing games with him in his best friend’s bathroom.

“Yes, yes,” Jimin responded right away with a grin. “Fuck yes.”

“Then we’ll just have to keep our voices down,” you whispered to him, leaning in close to his ear. Jimin’s body was reacting to you, and there was no way for him to hide it, not when his cock twitched in your hand lightly. “I just wanted to touch you and let you know how handsome you are in that suit… Acting so manly around your friends, being so sweet and polite…”

Jimin kicked his head back and moaned when you started to jerk him off slowly, just enough for him to get some sort of friction and enjoy the touch of your hand. You simply wrapped your fingers around his cock and tugged at the skin gently, pulling it back just a little bit.

“Out of all the men out there, you’re the only one that turns me on,” you admitted, which made him groan. “Do you know that, Minnie?”

“No,” he shook his head at you and looked into your eyes for a second. “I think they’re all a lot m-manlier…”

“Think they have bigger dicks?” You asked, still keeping your voice down, still holding onto his cock, and gently moving your fist up and down his length. He was crazy if he really believed any of those guys had anything on him or his dick. Jimin had it all—he just hadn’t realized it yet, but that’s why you were there.

“Definitely,” he hissed at the thought, clearly getting turned on by the idea of being the one with the smallest dick around.

“Maybe,” you agreed with a shrug, “but I’m still playing with yours.”

With that, you moved your hand up to your mouth, licked it, careful to get enough saliva on it so you could coat his cock, allowing it to move faster over his length.

“Ah,” Jimin moaned and closed his eyes at the wet sensation around him, “I’m lucky.”

“You are,” you couldn’t help but agree after reminding yourself that you’re still playing with him and that you weren’t supposed to be getting in your feelings while jerking him off, “but so am I.”

This admission made his eyes snap wide open before he gave you a confused look. Was he not aware of this? If not, you weren’t doing a good job of being a good date or girlfriend or whatever you were to Jimin. “You are?” he took a deep breath before asking as if he was gathering courage.

“Mhm…” you hummed in agreement without any hesitation. The last thing you wanted was for Jimin to start doubting any of this again. You’ve been there and done that, and those things were behind you. “I get to watch you be so nasty and then act so innocent around all your friends”

“Yes,” Jimin said as a drop of precum got smeared all over your palm due to your slow, steady movements. Oh, he was loving this whole thing.

“Do you like being that dirty?” The question was absolutely unnecessary as the answer was in your palm, but you wanted to drag it out to turn him on even more. You wanted to make him lose control of himself, take his mind off the anxiety, and live a little.

“Yes!” Jimin’s ready answer almost made you chuckle, so you rewarded him by speeding up your pace.

“And them not knowing?” you suggested, guessing this was something Jimin was into.

After all, you still couldn’t get that afternoon out of your mind, the one where you lay in bed with him and made him come all over himself while his friends were in the other bunk bed, unaware of the nasty things you two were doing.

“Yeah, that,” he nodded quickly, his eyes focusing on your fingers wrapped around his cock, pleasuring him so sweetly. “Mhm.”

Suddenly, the perfect question came to mind, one that could result in a very interesting conversation. “Do your friends think we fuck, Minnie?”

“N-no,” Jimin cleared his throat to get rid of the coarseness before repeating himself loud and clear this time, “no.”

“You didn’t brag?” you asked with a pout while squeezing his dick hard.

“No… I would never,” Jimin looked right into your eyes as he said those words, and you were certain he was telling the truth. You wouldn’t mind if he shared some parts of your relationship with others, seeing as that was what most people did. However, Jimin just didn’t seem to be that type of guy.

“Such a good boy for me,” you cooed and started moving your hand again, this time at a decent pace, one that instantly made him grunt. “Keeping your mouth shut when you need to…”

“I’d never talk about it,” Jimin repeated himself just to bring his point across, but there was no need—you trusted him completely when it came to this.

“Would they believe you?”

Jimin scoffed and looked down at your hand wrapped around his dick, “No way.”

“Right?” you giggled and tongued your cheek, remembering that you had to play your part here. “Who’d believe that anyone wants to touch that little cock of yours?”

Jimin played along instantly, muttering a quick “yes, exactly,” before biting down on his bottom lip, eyes still glued to your hand as it continued to pleasure him.

“Only as a joke,” you explained further, to which he instantly nodded

“Yes, joke… Pathetic,” Jimin said the word with such confidence that it instantly made you realize that was what he was into. He wanted to be called small and pathetic while you were providing him with some sort of sexual relief—that’s what excited him.

“Right,” you leaned in and moaned into his ear when you realized he was so into it he was leaking precum onto your hand, and you hadn’t even put your mouth on him yet. “It’s a pathetic tiny cock that I wouldn’t even feel. Well maybe if you put it in my ass, but not even that.”

You did not need to put that image in your head, let alone his, because it instantly made you wonder how he’d feel in both your holes. You’d take either one at this point, that’s how badly you wanted him.

“No, you wouldn’t,” Jimin shook his head and spoke in moans, hands balled up in fists as he fought against his orgasm. “It’s so… Small.”

“Not good enough?”

“Not at all,” he agreed with a gulp, despite it being the furthest thing from the truth. You knew he’d feel so good inside of you.

“I should get a real man to play with,” you bluffed, even though you’ve used this one a thousand times before, and it always seemed to work.

Jimin hummed in agreement, clearly entranced by the way you started to move your hand around his cock, watching it go up and down its length. You couldn’t blame him—you were having a hard time deciding between staring at his cock or at his pretty face.

“Should I go get Jungkook, Minnie?” you teased Jimin, wondering what he’d do in that situation. “Ask him to come fuck me?”

Jimin side-eyed you, but he was still immersed in pleasure, even though he seemed scared of you actually going through with this idea. You’d never do something like that, especially not with a friend of his, but it was a part of the game to say things you didn’t really mean.

“Maybe,” he finally said, and his admission turned you on even more than his hard dick in your hand.

“Imagine that… You jerking that tiny thing you call a dick while Jungkook takes me from behind…” you purred against his neck, making him hiss. “Would you like watching?”

“I’d,” Jimin gulped loudly before continuing, “I’d love to see you get fucked.”

He didn’t sound confident when he said the words, but he was louder than before, and you had a feeling Jimin only liked it as an idea.

“Would you like to fuck me?” you asked, feeling like your heart was beating so fast it would stop. Why did you even ask something like this? You were possibly setting yourself up for failure, especially since you were dying for him to tell you to make the first move or make one himself. Until then, you wouldn’t initiate intercourse, and that was slowly making you go wild. You wanted him, plain and simple.

“Fuck, yes,” Jimin kicked his head back and gulped before breathing in shakily, his cock twitching under your fingers. “I really would.”

The second he said that, you felt yourself clenching around nothing. You couldn’t remember the last time a man got you that turned on just by speaking to you. He hasn’t touched you, but you were already ready for him. “Even if your cock is small?”

Jimin hummed in agreement, looking down at your hand once again, face distorting in pleasure.

“You’d probably come right away,” you snickered at Jimin, but the thought excited you. It could happen the first time, there was a high chance that it would, and that got you going—just imagining Jimin being so turned on that he comes the second he feels your warm pussy around his length. Contrary to what he clearly believed, you’d love it.

“Mhm… Inside of you,” he mumbled, and the admission completely surprised you. That was his thing? Getting to come in you? It made sense when you thought about it, especially if he liked being degraded—it was the one thing he could do to prove some sort of dominance.

You could already imagine Jimin if he ever snapped around you, you could feel his hand around your throat, his hips snapping into you, cock thick and hard between your walls, spurting cum inside you, fucking it into you when it threatened to spill. You could see it all and you could just hope it would happen soon.

It was your turn to speak with a shaky voice, but you couldn’t help it, not when he turned you on that much. “Oh, you’d like to come inside of me?”

“God, yes,” Jimin hissed and bucked his hips into your hand.

Your other hand instantly flew to his balls, and you started to massage them in your palm, your other hand still tugging at his dick.

“I’d really like to fuck you with a toy…” you changed the topic, deeming it safer than continuing to discuss this fantasy you were so tempted to turn into reality. But, you had to respect him and his pace. “To show you what a cock should feel like.”

“Mhm…” Jimin nodded.

Was that a yes? Your pussy clenched the very instant he moaned, and you imagined getting to fuck him. For some reason, that thought turned you on—having him spread out on the bed for you, fucking his tight hole, giving him so much pleasure that he squirts cum all over his stomach and chest, bucking his hips into the dildo to feel more friction… You were too far gone.

“You like that toy that much?”

It didn’t take Jimin long to admit it this time, meaning that he was getting closer. “I love it.”

“Do you imagine it’s me?” you breathed the words, wondering if you are what he thought about when he jerked off. He was your go-to person to think of when you needed to come fast.

Jimin quickly nodded, breathing in loudly.

You had to know more, even though it wasn’t exactly a part of the game. You should have been telling him things, not the other way around, but you wanted to know more. “What do you imagine?”

“You, uh, you touching me like that…”

“With a finger? Tongue? Toys?” you offered Jimin some options, hoping that would make it more comfortable for him to speak on the topic more and explain himself.

He shook his head, eyes focused on your hand. “Anything… Just you… Touching me and my pathetic dick…”

“Making you come?”

“Making me come,” Jimin instantly confirmed before clenching his jaw and grunting, clearly wanting to prolong the moment as much as possible and not come all over himself or you. After all, you were in Taehyung’s bathroom.

“We’ll do that next time then…” you said, getting too relaxed, letting yourself talk too much, make it personal. “When we don’t have this much company.”

“Okay okay, yes,” he nodded a couple of times, as if he enjoyed that idea.

“Even though I think you like having company, Minnie,” you couldn’t help but add, remembering how much he seemed to enjoy being naughty in public. “You love the idea of people finding out you’re not a good boy after all, huh?”

“Sometimes,” Jimin agreed before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes still glued to your hand, cock leaking precum into your palm.

“Mhm… I feel like you’re enjoying this, me touching your cock while your friends are all out there, unaware of what’s going on,” you turned to a familiar topic, one you knew Jimin enjoyed. “Even if they did notice we were gone for a long time, there’s no way they’d think anything sexual was going on. How would they?”

“They would never,” he was ready to agree, and you completely believed him. His friends wouldn’t even think you two left to do something sexual. Jimin was a respectful person and he didn’t even want to kiss you in public, so you were sure none of his friends suspected what was actually going on with you two.

“Exactly, they know you,” you snickered, squeezing his dick so hard it made him let out a groan and close his eyes for a while. “They know how tiny your dick is and that you don’t even want to show it to girls.”

“They do.”

The way he instantly agreed and sounded so whiny when doing it made you move your hand again, wanting him to come, to feel good. “So they’d never think we’re doing anything with that dick of yours.”

“Mhm,” Jimin shook his head. “Never.”

“Do you want to come, Minnie?” you leaned in, placing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, which made him hum in agreement. “Let’s move to the sink so you don’t shoot it all over me. Don’t want people to find out how nasty you really are.”

You both took a couple of steps towards the sink, Jimin positioning his hips against it, you standing on his right, his cock still in your hand, your fingers pumping it.

“Maybe we should do it one of these days,” you blurted out while you focused on how good his cock looked in your palm. He was always so hard for you, so easy to please, so thankful that you were even touching him, not even dreaming of everything you’d be willing to do for him.

“What?” Jimin asked, shooting you a glance in the mirror.

“Have you fuck me with a toy…” you said instead of saying what was actually on your mind—have him fuck you, fill you up, use you however he wanted. “Since I won’t be able to feel the real thing,” you added for good measure.

“Yes, please,” he nodded and looked down again, slow moans coming out with almost every breath he took.

“You’d like that?”

He was now beginning to grunt, hands gripping the sink as his climax approached. “Just want to make you feel good.”

“You’re always so sweet, Minnie,” you grabbed his ass with your other hand, leaving it there to squeeze and pat it, which just made him buck his hips into your palm. If you were any meaner than you already were, you’d ask him to fuck your palm as if it were a fleshlight, but you didn’t have time for that.

“For you,” he breathed, pressing his lips together to suppress a loud grunt.

“Yes,” you said and broke character by leaning in to kiss him, which Jimin accepted without a word.

Your tongue probed inside his mouth, finding his, playing with it, and a second later, you felt Jimin coming, his sperm shooting out of his cock and landing all over Taehyung’s sink. Well, most of it. Some of it did end up on the wall above the sink as his cock twitched.

“What a nasty little dick…” you chuckled, still jerking Jimin’s cock, milking every last drop. “Shooting your cum all over your friends’ place, unable to hold on for a while…”

Jimin grabbed the sink as you squeezed the last of the cum out and let go of his cock, turning the water on to wash your hands, the sink, and remove the remnants of his orgasm from the wall. When you were done, Jimin was still holding onto the sink and taking deep breaths.

“Are you alright?” you patted his back and smiled warmly, hoping you didn’t overwhelm him with everything. After all, this was still a nice get-together at his friend’s place.

“Yeah, just trying to catch my breath,” he said through a chuckle, shaking his head as if he was laughing at his own reaction.

Slowly, he washed off his cock and dried it with paper before getting dressed again, all the while you watched and enjoyed the sight from the side. “I thought we weren’t going to do this here today, but…”

“Did I cross the line?” you leaned in and asked, suddenly feeling scared that you overstepped his boundaries again and made Jimin do something he didn’t want to.

It was weird, this dynamic of yours, always having you worried whether you were doing too much or not enough, whether you were too much or not enough.

“No,” Jimin faced you, giving you a faint smile. “I enjoyed it. A lot. Y-you always… Make me come fast. Embarrassingly fast.”

“It’s a compliment,” you said with a shrug, meaning it. If he thought you were about to complain about him coming because of you, he was dead wrong. “Besides, it wasn’t that fast.”

“Really?” Jimin’s tone gave off his insecurity, and you couldn’t believe that he was still worrying about something so… irrelevant.

“A friend of mine dated a guy who’d come whenever he’d put it in,” you told him a true story you heard from a very good friend of yours, who in the end had to break things off because sex lost its appeal, at least with that guy. “So, you’re good.”

“That does make me feel a bit better,” Jimin chuckled and then looked at your reflection in the mirror.

“We’ll see how long you’ll last,” you said with a smirk, which immediately got Jimin flustered. Were you once again getting too personal and letting Jimin know what you wanted? “I mean, if you ever put it in.”

The way Jimin grunted at that statement made your mouth water because you could just imagine him making those same sounds in your ear as he towered over you and fucked you, his thick cock making you feel so good. You just knew it would feel amazing, mostly because just jerking him off got you wet. You’d probably be the one to come right after he put it in, if you were being honest, based on how aroused you got around him.

“Probably not long,” Jimin joked and then turned to face you. “Do you, uh, want me to… Uh, r-return the favor?”

You knew it took a lot of guts for him to ask you that while looking straight into your eyes, so it felt even worse turning him down. “I would love that,” you said while placing your palms on Jimin’s chest, patting it gently. “But I’m on my period, so that can’t happen.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry,” Jimin sighed and took a second or two to look at you before looking away quickly, unable to handle intense eye contact. “Are you ready to go back out there?”

“I am. I’d just like to say thank you first,” you leaned in without warning and kissed Jimin, who immediately wrapped his hands around your waist, showing you that he was indeed growing more confident around you. Slowly, but surely, you were making progress. “I’m having a great time and I hope you are too. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for saying yes,” Jimin licked his lips and offered you his hand.

That’s how you left the bathroom, you holding onto his hand, earning a strange look from the girl who was waiting in front of the door.

For at least this one night, you lived the fantasy of dating a good guy who cared about you and was happy to introduce you to his friends and paid attention to you all night, even asking you to dance with him when Taehyung started playing sappy Christmas songs and everyone found their match. You always forgot how good of a dancer Jimin was until it was time to dance with him, and he swept you off your feet, the suit doing him a lot of favors in that regard, even if he didn’t really need them—he was fine just the way he was.

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Gingerbread House

; Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

; Candy Shop;AU

; Genre: Smut

; Word Count: 12.4k

; Warnings: Slight food play, dom!Jungkook, sub!Jimin, unprotected sex

; Synopsis: Do you have a sweet tooth? Or do you prefer a bit of spice in your treats? Gingerbread House has all your needs met with our large range of confectionery that’s sure to meet everyone’s tastes. For those looking for something a little more personalised, we’re always willing to create bespoke confectionery to suit you. Give us a call or visit our store, you’re sure to find plenty to sink your teeth into!

; A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @yminie!!! I’m sorry it’s late ;-; I hope you enjoy <333333

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“Guess what!” Chaeyoung grins broadly, hands holding each other tightly on the table in front of you. Looking up with an eyebrow raised, you make an imploring look with your face while licking your spoon clean of ice cream.

“I got your birthday present, and you’re going to love it.” She squeals with excitement, clapping lightly and practically vibrating with happiness and anticipation at your reaction. You swallow the ice cream before putting the spoon down, the sundae in front of you now empty.

“Oh? Do I have to wait?” You ask with a smile, leaning forward as a twinkle lights up her eyes with excitement. Biting her lip, she leans forward too before shaking her head.

“No, actually I’m going to take you after we’re done here. You have no idea how hard it was to get this for you, I swear I kept asking about an opening for weeks!” She waves for the waitress and you watch as she brings over the bill for you to pay. Splitting it between the two of you, you’re soon grabbing your bag and coat and leaving the restaurant you’d both come to.

Today was your day to catch up with your best friend as you hadn’t seen Chaeyoung in two weeks, meaning it was definitely time for you both to spend some valuable hours with each other. She’d desperately wanted to try the new Greek restaurant that had opened in the city and so you’d agreed, enjoying pork souvlaki for you and a moussaka for Chaeyoung.

The food had been delicious and immediately taken you both back to your holiday to Crete and the hot sun that shimmered on the waves of the calm Aegean sea. It had been far too long since you’d had a vacation and you suddenly craved it once more, resenting the fact that you hadn’t taken advantage of your birthday to go seek some sun somewhere.

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↳ Index [Day 13 - Pole Dance & Pegging]

Pairing: sub!Jimin x Mistress!Reader

Kinks: rivals to lovers, pole dancing, leather, pegging, choking, anal fingering, handjob, hair pulling, spanking, bondage, degradation & praise, dirty talk, lotsa kissing, the ending is cute

Wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday to the sexy bastard that is Park Jimin 💗 this will also be the last time i’ll apologize for plot haahha i can’t write pwp, we stan backstory for the tension. but i guess you guys know me by now. Enjoy besties 💗

You have been eyeing him ever since practice started. His body is sweaty, his long hair tied into a messy bun. He is wearing his gear already to warm it up for tonight. Black leather pants and matching gloves. How he is able to move on the pole with those gloves is beyond you, but Jimin has always had a taste for the dramatics.

Way too much dramatics in your opinion, especially recently after your boss told you that from now on, Jimin will be performing on the big stage right in the middle of the club while you should take his place by the wine bar. You are still furious about the entire ordeal, now eyeing him with icy eyes and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Jimin finishes practice five minutes later, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

“Oh hey there, how long have you been standing there?” he says, wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel.

“Not long”, you grumble, following him with his eyes as he jumps off the stage. He struts to you, doing so with his hips swinging from side to side.

“What do you think?” he asks, “isn’t the performance good?”

“Yeah I guess”, you shrug your shoulders, acting nonchalant about it when in reality you thought him to be very good. He just knows how to work a pole in his favour. His muscles are lean and tense just perfectly each time he uses them to pull himself up. The gloves, although you still find them way too over the top, give him a sort of alluring aura and the leather pants are so goddamn tight that you can see every single muscle even now when he is merely standing in front of you.

Jimin studies your face, pursing his lips in distaste. He knows very well that you are only pretending not to be impressed because you want to take revenge on him for taking your stage.

“I guess it’s the best performance this stage has ever seen”, he says and after bumping shoulders with you, leaves the club.

“What the hell?” you gasp, looking at the now empty doorway with annoyance bubbling inside you, “did he really just say that?”

You probably would have chased after him to call him a snob if your boss didn’t call for you to help her with setting up the rooms upstairs.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Park Jimin/Original Female Character Characters: Park Jimin Additional Tags: Femdom, Insecure Jimin, body issues, Smut, ass eating, Sub!jimin, dom!reader, Mommy!kink, Baby boy!jimin Summary:

You get worried when you can't find your boyfriend.

Jimin is insecure and doesn't know how to handle it.

Fuck Me Harder | Jimin | M

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Word count: 2.3K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sub!Jimin, Domme!Reader, pegging, profanity, femdom

Synopsis: Jimin is reminded who is in charge and deals the pain and pleasure.

A/N: This is pure self-gratification, but if you happen to enjoy it then all the better!

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is written for entertainment purposes and is not a report of true events or an attempt to libel the persons represented.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Harsh pants burdened with exhaustion match each uncensored connection of flesh. On his hands and knees with you commanding the rear – quite literally, Jimin adds to the explicit composition with a selection of shameless “ahhs” and “ohhs” and the occasional throaty “yes!”.

The punishing pace persists a minute longer before subsiding to an eased rocking, your hips rolling forward languidly. You are nearing the limit of your stamina, feeling the demand of the session fatigue your body and mental endurance. But you will not falter yet. There is too much at stake. A whine illustrates Jimin’s disappointment at having abandoned the vigorous pace. Someone is impatient tonight. Jimin preferred a long, hard fuck and conveniently forgot the physical demands of such an undertaking, but you were always keen to accept the challenge with the bonus of exploiting personal gratification. An internal debate ensues to determine if the slip should be tamed immediately, as was common practise, or let it pass without heed; a most generous and merciful act on your part. But when he whines again, louder and incessant, and pushes back against you in search of lost friction, the decision is made. Such uncouth manners is unbecoming, yet you are equally delighted by the opportunity it now presents.

You cease movement, still buried within him as your eyes narrow on the blonde crop of hair. You want him to feel the severity of your gaze as you scrutinise his vulnerable form, for him to feel the weight of his mistake, to remind him of his place.

‘Did you say something?’ The inflection of your tone making him flinch. He is obediently silent, acutely aware of his error. ‘If you don’t tell me, how will I know what it is you want?’

You delight yourself in imagining the internal conflict as he contemplates your offer. No doubt he understands the risk verses reward depending on how he articulates his response, and you were curious as how he might try to negotiate his way out of the predicament while minimising punishment – oh, and there would be punishment. It did not always necessitate the crack of your riding crop, no, there were more delicate and delectable methods, and you appreciated the art of subtleties.

You have wondered on occasion if Jimin also desired to be reprimanded and purposely provoked to incite your wrath, and you suspect he was privy to your particular enthusiasm and played on your inclinations. It was a characteristic becoming of a brat, and he was exhibiting an increase of brat-like behaviours that could be contributed to a deepening of his trust and comfortability. The prospect of your relationship with him entering this stage was warming and validated your efforts to establish such rapport. However, such thoughts were for another time, and you focus on the task at hand.

As you wait, the intermission provided if only a brief moment to rest and sharpen your mind however, as the seconds draw longer and without a response from Jimin, you begin to interpret it as silent indignation furthering your suspicious of his inclination for rebellious behaviour. Before you curtly address his silence, Jimin saves himself from swift consequence.

'Please.’ The small voice mumbles.

You hear it fine enough, but feeling vexed by his behaviour until now, you are not inclined to dismiss his mistake leniently.

'Speak up,’ you command, 'I won’t continue until you do.’

'Please,’ he repeats louder.

'Please what?’

'Please fuck me!’

The honest declaration is laced with lust and desperation, and it takes a generous amount of restraint to prevent yourself from laughing. Very good, you muse. It was a matter of whipping him back into line – figuratively. Though, however honest and obedient he may be, he would not receive what he desired, not until you deemed him worth of receiving it.

Schooling your demeanour to erase all traces of enjoyment, you question innocently, 'But that’s what I’ve been doing this whole time. Are you dissatisfied by my efforts?’

He chokes, startled by what is insinuated, and stutters, 'N-no never!’

'Then what is it?’ you bark.

'Fuck me harder!’ And wicked grin twists your lips at the confession.

Jimin’s body stiffens in anticipation of a repercussion for his outburst, and you relish in the manipulation and desire that controls him. Many ideas, tantalising fantasies whisper suggestions of how you should proceed next; some deliciously cruel and others with a gentler, more forgiving approach.

You reach out a hand, trailing the sweat slicked back which shivers at the touch to fasten in his blonde locks. Then wrenching his head back, you lean forward to whisper sweetly, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.

'I want nothing but to give you what you want, Jimin. And for being so honest, I’ll grant you this.’ And a feverish shudder breaks past his full lips.

Realising his hair, you place your hand between his shoulders and bear the weight of your body to encourage him down. Head down and ass up, the position both optimised deep penetration and offered full control. Exposed and vulnerable, Jimin’s surrender is a testimony of trust that he has chosen to bestow you – and you would do it justice.

‘Hands where I can see them,’ you instruct. Since the last incident, Jimin would not forgot any time soon what would happen should his hands wander in want of release. The memory flashes vividly and you recall the event fondly as someone might attribute to a family memory.

As instructed, his hands splay out then curl to grip the sheets in preparation for the fucking he so desperately sought. You devour the sight before you, committing it to memory.

Your hands smooth up and down his back then cup the mound of his ass, testing the ripeness of each cheek. In the revealing light, his skin is unmarred, evenly toned and lily white which serves as a reminded that he was probably past his due date for a beneficial flogging. Today’s session reaffirmed such. Humming involuntary at the thought, you make a mental note to rectify your tardiness.

With a firm grasp of his narrow hips, you withdraw carefully, watching the process until it can be visually confirmed that only the tip of the dildo remains concealed. It is neither too big or too small, but Jimin had previously expressed enthusiasm at the prospect of expanding his limits. Your attention remains transfixed as the strap-on is guided in slowly, loving how his cute ass takes the length. Jimin inhales deeply as the foreign object invades his body and releases a shaky breath. Once buried to the base of the harness the action is repeated. Unconsciously, you bite your lip in concentration on easing in, aware that the excruciatingly slow pace is driving Jimin insane. But like a well-behaved boy, he holds his tongue, biding his time to reap the reward of his patience – he just had to suffer first. On the third entrance, you angle the appendage up and on hearing a shallow gasp you know you have hit his sweet spot. Before fully sheathing yourself, you retract slightly only to snap your hips forward. Jimin cries out in both surprise and pleasure, and you smirk triumphantly.

And with that, it was time to set the pace.

I need to make this hard and quick, you rationalise in preparation for the physical bout. With two rough thrusts, you commence a steady rhythm, mentally counting each thrust to one second. Jimin’s rejoice at the quickened momentum is uttered on a breath, and he continues to sing at the back of his throat. The bed creaks intermittently or when a thrust is driven harder than usual. It is taxing work, and the fatigue masked from the brief reprieve has again set into your muscles. To counter your waning stamina, one hand fastens hold of the head board to brace against the momentum of your body while the other remains attached to Jimin’s hip for guidance. Your fingers are guaranteed to leave imprints days after and that would not be the sole reminder.

Thrusting forward, you slam into his ass and are rewarded as he recoils from the touch. That’s better, you note. He had felt that one. Again, more forcefully this time, you rely on the weight transferred into the headboard to assist driving forward to hear the slap of your pelvis as it meets his backside. The quality of the sound urges the desire to hear it again. That alone could make you wet. Maintaining a sharp, consistent rhythm, you pound relentlessly. Jimin moans and mutters incoherent pleasures into the mattress, his agape mouth panting like an animal in heat, and the sight inspires you to fuck him harder.

'Louder!’ you growl.

And on cue, the unintelligible whimpers transform into a chorus of explicit moans. God, yes! It is music to your ears. With each angled thrust his moans pitch higher as the silicone cock strikes his core, inching his arousal to climax. Come on! you grunt, feeling your energy wane with each motion of your body. Abandoning the headboard, you reclaim his slim hips with both hands to slam his ass backwards as you motion forward. He yelps, body jerking at the swift change in tactic. Again! You pull him hard onto you, gritted teeth to contain the effort of the task.

With a succession of four, quick fucks, the heighten pleas for release spill on the bed and from his lips as Jimin’s orgasm is unearthed. A final wave of sloppy thrusts milk him of his worth, whimpers dying on his lips as you finally stop, flushed against his abused backside. Your breasts motion with every harsh breath, your thighs quiver and sweat prickles your forehead. Perhaps Jimin would not be the only one feeling it later. His limp body quivers with the aftermath, matted bangs shielding his eyes. You allow a pause to bask in the moment, feeling the exhilaration and exhaustion.

However fond of the position you dominate, you are mindful that Jimin necessitates your immediate care and attention to appropriately conclude the session. Since adorning the strap-on, you fully withdraw with a wet pop and Jimin grunts softly. With swift and diligent practise, the buckles are unfastened and the strap-on discard on the bed, and immediately your attention returns to Jimin.

You assist him to rearrange into a comfortable position and lie with him, stroking his hair and face as he comes down from his high. You coo and reinforce what a good boy he has been, how proud you are of him. Influence by the gentle ministrations, his eyes close. You watch the transition of his expression, committing it memory. The uncounted seconds pass without recognition. It is not until you are satisfied with his transition do you pause, eyes trained on his sweet face. The cessation of your fingers that delicately caressed his cheek causes Jimin to regard you, perhaps in silent want of you to continue. Jimin, for all he flirted and teased, there was much that remained unspoken. That intrigued you all the more.

Your head tilts in assessment, trailing over his quiet expression before asking, 'How do you feel?’

He remains silent longer still but his eyes reflect contemplation, formulating a reply.

'Thoroughly fucked.’ He rasps.

'Good,’ you comment softly. 'Should you wish to continue our sessions, I have something exciting planned for next time.’ Your comment hangs with illicit promise and Jimin’s eyes widen slightly, excited by the prospect. Oh, there would be a next time. Together, you were only beginning to fulfill each others desires, those desires surfacing slowly with time and trust.

As gracefully as your spent body will allow, you rise from the bed and excuse yourself to the bathroom. Concluding a session is equally rooted in routine as you would prepare for one. A damp cloth cleanses the product of your labour and remnants of arousal with promise that you will have your due on return home.

Once refreshed, you exit the bathroom and begin dressing, meticulously adorning each piece of discarded clothing. Meanwhile, Jimin rearranges himself, flopping about on the bed, shameless in the exhibition of his nakedness. He stares and although visibly tired, a lazy grin thins his otherwise plush lips. You meet the stare, quirking a brow until at last you can not bare to restrain yourself.

’You are all over the bed,’ you comment, although lacking its usual curt tone.

The grin broadens and you muse that you probably have enough energy for that belated flogging session, time however, did not allow for it. Instead, your lips purse as he sprawls out without care of the mess he made. You will not give him the satisfaction of scoffing at his childish antics, no matter how much the urge provokes it.

'You don’t strike me as being shy of getting a little dirty,’ he teases, eyes sparkling cheekily.

Your dominate hand twitches involuntary and a thought strays to the location of your riding crop for a mere second. In effort to maintain composure, you breathe in through your nose and out past your lips before replying.

'You mustn’t be shy of anything in this line of work.’ Your tone matter-of-fact although a smirk lightens its effect.

With that said, you retrieve the few remaining items scattered about the room. The strap-on is wrapped in a sanitary bag with the intention of being sanitised later. Packed and ready, you stride to the bed, the mattress dipping as you sit upon the edge. Your gaze wanders over Jimin’s face, noting its innocent characteristics. How many people he must fool, but you knew him better, perhaps better than most. Perverse boy, but then again, you both were.

His breathing has evened and expression exhibits contentment. A minute more and sleep would overcome him. You brush his bangs again, more so out of habit than necessity.

'Clean yourself up and change the sheets,’ you say, one last command to conclude your time together. Without waiting for his acknowledgement, you rise and stride toward the door with your bag in-hand. You need not to glance back to confirm if he will obey your last instruction. He was still learning but had learnt day one you were not to be disappointed.

End.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Pentagon (Korea Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Hyojong | E'Dawn, Adachi Yuto Additional Tags: Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Park Jimin, Park Jimin Is a Sweetheart, Cute Park Jimin, Shy Park Jimin, Sub Park Jimin, Mentioned Kim Taehyung | V, Mentioned Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Mentioned Min Yoongi | Suga, My First Smut, Lord, it's bad im sorry, CEO Jeon Jungkook, Dancer Park Jimin, First Time, Riding, Light BDSM, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, lmao poor jimin, he has the daddy issues, doesn't have to do with the kink tho, kinda brief, i'll edit this later, Sorry! Series: Part 2 of the sugarbaby chronicles (jikook). Summary:

Sex.

He wanted sex.

“You...You want us to have sex?”

OR

jimin’s first time with jungkook as his sugar baby and boyfriend—it’s emotional as fuck

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Smut, Sub Jimin, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, mild edging, Anal Play, Sex toy usage Summary:

The one where Jimin takes care of you - and you take care of him.

Restraint || Park Jimin

pairing: Sub!Jimin x Domme!Reader

genre: smut

word count: 2K

summary: Jimin lacks restraint, and needs to be taught a lesson.

warnings: sub!jimin, domme!reader, domme/sub themes, slight sadism/masochism themes, noona kink, chastity cage, handcuffs, pegging, oral (male receiving), spanking, riding crop, punishment, swearing, aftercare…and I think thats it?

masterlist (link in bio) 

Before you on the bed was your favorite sight: Jimin, naked and waiting patiently for you. Face flushed, his cock locked up in a shiny, silver chastity cage, his hands cuffed to the headboard. On full display, laid on his back, he watched your every movement. The chastity cage served a couple purposes; it denied him the ability to become fully erect, and he couldn’t cum while wearing it, extending the time of your fun, which you both enjoyed. What held his attention so completely, was the sight of you in your black mesh lingerie, securing the strap on dildo in place.

Walking over to where he lay, you stopped at the edge of the bed, a finger tracing his restrained cock through it’s cage, eyes boring down at him, a smile on your face. “Are you ready, baby?” You asked.

“Yes, Noona,” he assured, nodding.

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Wicked Game | Park Jimin

pairing: sub!Jimin x switch!reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 11.702 words

summary: Being a member of Sweetheart - a club that helps fullfilling your kinkiest sex fantasies - leads to you meeting Park Jimin. Although he isn’t what you search for, you give in and discover new sides of yourself.

parts: Wicked Game | Sick Game | Love Game

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, alcohol drinking, sexual content:  teasing, degrading talk, dirty talk, orgasm denial, oral (female receiving), handjob, intercourse, praise kink, hair pulling, flowers as safewords, sexual innuendos with Namjoon, angry Namjoon, an emotionally confused MC, cursing

A/N: remember when i said i wanted to write a sub!jimin fic but it’s out of my comfort zone and a lovely anon sent this:

ladies and gents, we’re doing this. i’m coming at you with a three shot. Welcome to the Games Series!

masterlist | schedule | recs | ko-fi

You could’ve sworn he’s a dom. His aura is screaming dominance. When you first laid your eyes on Park Jimin, you’ve already felt that sweet throb between your legs.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Rimming, Anal Fingering, handjob Summary:

tags are self explanatory , just indulging really.

arte factum | pjm

After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you’re burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Word count: 17k

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.

# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.

A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️

Read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist.

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BESTIE WE NEED MORE JIMIN X PRINCESS FICS. SPECIFICALLY SUB JIMIN DOM PRINCESS FICS. SPECIFICALLY POST SOWOZOO SUB JIMIN DOM PRINCESS FICS DO U RMB IN THE YOONGI ONE WHERE JIMIN APPARENTLY HAD MARKS THAT WERE TOO LOW TO BE EXPOSED MAAM WE’RE ASKING RESPECTFULLY 🙏🙏🙏

HELLO BESTIE THERE YOU GO!!!!!!!!!! I know I've been slacking with these two BUT I have a juicy plan for them. They'll have an amazing development AS SOON AS I stop jumping into collabs head first without thinking. Hopefully it'll be out this winter. I just need to get in angst hurt2comfort mood.

Anyway, here's a drabble to quench your thirst FOR NOW

Pairing: Park Jimin x reader (nicknamed Princess)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Genre: smut, pwp, established relationship

Rating: 18+; minors, do not interact

Synopsis: After his performance at Soowoozoo, you want to reward your boyfriend and help him relax after the show.

Trigger warnings: swearing, soft pleasure-domme!reader, soft sub!Jimin, very whiny Jimin, spanking, praising kink, safewording (not because of boundaries), masturbation male and female receiving, cumshot on breasts, penis and testicles worship, marking, oral sex male receiving, balls sucking, deepthroating, ass play, anal fingering, overstimulation. Jimin calls Princess 'Mistress' at some point. Crying after sex (because of emotional release). Mention of sex deprivation. Very soft aftercare.

A/N: all my gratitude goes to @s0seo for beta reading this mess of a drabble. It was really chaotic since I wrote it with several attempts all taking place after 2am when syntax and common sense entirely abandon me. You were a literal sweetheart, bby 🥰 and then the wifey, @joheunsaram (im kicking gad jk's ass after im done posting this). Also yes, i love you and our shared platonic fondness for feet.

Now that I'm done being romantic af, here is my masterlist!

Enjoy 💜✨

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“Park Jimin.”

From the tone of your voice alone, Jimin knew he was in for trouble. He didn’t know why yet, he’d been a good boy. He was sure of it.

He had done absolutely nothing inappropriate. He’d simply delivered what the choreography expected, he did not add tongue or hips or “accidental” partial nudity.

Well, he had decided to remove his jacket and show off his lean torso in a tank top, which he knew was pretty flimsy, but that wasn’t a crime. It was too hot outside.

“Princess?”

“Living room. Now.”

Once he arrived, he noticed you were in comfy house clothes. No hard domme in sight, then.

But with a fateful second of delay, he spotted the paddle on top of the table. “No, I’ve been good!” he opposed, pointing to the toy and preparing himself for the bickering.

You tutted and patted your thighs. “It’s not a punishment, love.”

He calmed himself, scaling down his spite to a little frown.

“I got in the mood and I thought you would see it as a reward, but we can do something else, if you prefer so.” You felt embarrassed. You really didn’t mean to punish him. Just tease him a little and then please him endlessly. Only pleasure for your duckling tonight.

Jimin plopped down on the sofa beside you. “I'm sorry, I misunderstood.”

You nodded and dragged his legs atop yours. “It's okay, duckling.” You kissed his sleek black hair, pushing it slightly out of his eyes. You loved how sultry he looked with his bangs so low, emphasising the sensual cut of his eyes. “You did such a good job. I couldn't take my eyes off you. You shone so bright, Jiminie.”

He smiled and placed his face against your neck, by now entirely cuddled in. You wanted to thank Taehyung for creating the perfect cuddle buddy. Jimin was perfect at it. So perfect you almost felt guilty at the idea of having to let go of him. “Paddle? Yes or no?”

He smiled and nodded. “I have an idea.”

Five minutes later, he was naked on all fours on the bed, while you stood by the bed, clad in a pair of stockings and a garter belt — outfit of his choice.

You looked at him for a while before picking up the paddle from beside him on the bed, rolling your wrist a couple times before slapping it against your palm, checking intensity, weight,and elasticity. Even though you'd used the toy around five or six dozens of times, you knew you could never be too careful. “Are you okay, duckling?”

He nodded and bent further down, on his elbows. He looked so beautiful.

“Wanna lay on my lap, or would you like it like this?” you asked, your free hand caressing the curve of his backside.

He shook his head. “Just touch me, please. Please, don't punish me,” he begged, eyes so wide and imploring.

You shook your head and leaned over his body, carefully placing a kiss on his shoulder. “I'm not punishing you, lovely,” you reassured him as you laid more kisses across his back, finally reaching his other side. “I'm going to make love to you, duckling.”

You knelt beside him, knowing that the mattress under your knees would damage your stability and the strength of your blows. “We'll be fine, Jimin. You were so beautiful on that stage.”

The first hit was light, testing. He turned slightly and looked at you. “Thank you,” he purred. “May I please ask you to go harder?” His request was strongly submissive. You loved the tone, the register, the vulnerability and the gratefulness.

“Of course, darling.” You spanked him again, just like he had asked, receiving his sweetest little grunt in return. “You liked that, mh? My lovely boy,” you cooed, smiling at his enthusiastic nodding before bending down to lick at his reddening skin. Next, you blew fresh air on it, the sensation so cool and soothing on his skin. “Good boy,” you praised him, making him giggle.

“Thank you,” he replied obediently, pushing his head against your hand, inviting you to stroke his hair — which you did, since you loved seeing him like this, so sweet and docile like a lovely little pet.

Ten spanks later, his face was morphed into an innocent look, adorably covered in a cute blush, his lips were plump and his wondrous, sculpted ass was red and bruising, just the way he loved. That was the right moment to shift your focus — also because sometimes you happened to get bored or distracted… Especially with Jimin’s leaking dick so close to your fingers.

While you rubbed the paddle against his skin, you let go of his hair, his disappointed whimpers starting as the cuddles stopped, only to morph into breathier choked-back moans once you stroked his length lightly.

“Don’t whine, baby.” You hit the back of his thigh, more as a tease than an actual spank. “I’ve got you, see?”

He nodded, so dreamy and lost in the pleasure you were gifting him. He felt so light, so perfectly spotless. He was levitating in your care and love and attention. He didn’t even realise your stimulation was increasing until he almost reached his breaking point.

“Please, no— yellow!” You let go of him immediately, unknowingly edging him as he landed on his back. “Sorry, I just didn’t want to mess the sheets,” he apologised. He was too sleepy and felt too blissful to worry about staining the beddings.

You smiled softly and nodded, laying at his side and tucking him close up against you. “It’s okay, duckling.”

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, hiding his face against the curve of your breast.

“No need to, baby.” You kissed the crown of his head. “I understand. I love you.”

He looked up at you shyly, almost intimidated by you. “I love you too. Can I please touch you? I want to make you feel good too.”

You placed your lips against his forehead, leading his hand in between your legs, his shoulders twisting slightly as you got back to pumping his shaft into your hand, massaging the tip, his dainty moans fluttering from his lips all the way up to your ear. “Yes, handle it, babyboy.”

He nodded, eyes closing as he bathed his middle finger in the salty ocean between your legs. You felt so immense to him, so overwhelming, like a tide, your hand moving like waves on a shore. Back and forth. Back. Forth. Back and forth. Back… and…

“Mh, yes, love, yes… Yeah… I’m—” The long moan that followed predicted the cumshot that landed on your stomach, shortly followed by three more, one on his belly, and the final two on his lower abdomen.

“It’s okay, duckling. Take it like a good boy. I know you can do that for me,” you kept stroking him until he whimpered and gripped your forearm, literally pushing you away.

“Princess, please, stop,” he cried out, convincing you to step back. “Wait.” He grabbed a tissue and dried up the stains on his body before cleaning yours. Once rid of the tissue, he looked deep in your eyes, just as you reached for his sex again, ready to get up and crouch between his legs; however, he stopped you. “I wanna please you first.”

You shook your head, just before he pushed you on your back and straddled you, his fingers pressed to your clit immediately before they dipped inside you, his thumb torturing your most sensitive spot as he bent forward and latched onto your breast, his lips wrapping around your nipple while his tongue teased it in circles, your back arching in ecstasy as you started moving against his palm.

Inexperienced or differently shaped women would make fun of his fingers and hands, but not you. Them being smaller meant that he could reach your g-spot to perfection. The pumping of his digits and the stimulation on your clit caught up to you way faster than you anticipated, your hand reaching for his balls, starting to grope them gently, feeling the softness of his skin, the way he hummed against your breast.

“Right there, Jimin, you’re doing so good,” you managed to breath out before your body crashed and spiralled out of control. It felt so liberating, your mind soaring above everything and everyone. You were peace, without body. It was almost like ascending to an upper reality.

“There you go, ____, feels fine, right?”

You nodded as your soul started receding into your flesh, your mind already getting back to the important things: namely, watching him whine and shake below you, his cock deep into your throat as he came once more.

After your temporary death, your hand started groping him once more, his face flush against the curve of your neck. “Lay on your back, baby. I want to blow you.”

Jimin let his body fall to the mattress, enjoying the way your hand still massaged him, your fingers pressing the tissue connecting his balls to his ass, the low purr coming from his lips reassuring you that indeed, you were doing it right.

Slowly, you kissed his mouth, drawing the line of his jaw. “Is that alright? Would you like to slow down, duckling?”

He shook his head. “I'm good, I'm feeling perfect.” You smiled, letting go of the soft skin of his balls with a sliver of reluctance before placing your thigh between his, letting him hump his hips up, gaining that sweet friction that helped him get hard again.

“Keep going, lovely. You look so sensual like this. You're so sexy, Jimin,” you rewarded him, letting him suck at your fingers as he tried to keep quiet, his broken gasps and little whines turning you on endlessly. “I need your cock in my mouth, baby. Can you handle being by yourself up here?”

He blinked and nodded just as you started sliding down his body, kissing the straight line dividing his torso, stopping for half a second to kiss his tattoo, letter by letter. “My handsome boy,” you whispered, enjoying the way he pressed his hips to your stomach. “My man… So strong. So gracious. So effortlessly elegant.”

Jimin giggled and hid his face against the pillow, barely concealing a smile. “These are a lot of compliments.”

You chuckled and kissed his belly button. “You deserve them, love. All of them.”

He felt his cheeks blush. He always struggled so much with feeling handsome or charming or sexy, but when you treated him like that, all your veneration and love covering him head to toe in a golden feeling, he was everything you told him he was. He felt perfect.

And perfection multiplied tenfold once your mouth touched his tip, suckling it, pumping it between the flat of your palate and the slippery slide of your tongue.

“Hold on, please,” he sobbed, spreading his legs wider, his whine coming through a gentle smile. “Can you...”

You did what the two of you loved the most, slowing down your pace until you slipped into what could be called a foreplay of foreplay. It was barely sexual, but still deeply erotic — especially once accompanied by Jimin’s little chirps.

Your lips drew the inside of his thighs, so soft since he’d become obsessed with the idea of waxing, loving the feeling of baby-smooth skin. And you adored how silken he felt underneath your tongue, velvety, hot and oh-so-sensitive. You could taste him anytime, licking all the way up to the juncture between his leg and his crotch, and then suck pretty marks into the plush flesh of his thighs.

“It feels good, doesn't it, baby?” you asked, taking a pause from your marking project.

He hummed and touched your face, pulling you closer to the sensitive skin of his balls, your tongue giving him a kitten lick before taking one in your mouth, sucking him until he was barely coherent, pushing your face away by tugging at your hair.

“Princess, I— I…” His words faded into a series of delicate gasps as you escaped his grip and got three inches of him into your mouth, squeezing him with your cheeks.

Jimin was extremely picky about blowjobs: he wanted them when he wanted to, he wanted them done his way and he needed them to have a specific duration. Too little and he’d feel neglected, too long and he’d grow tired, bored or oversensitive. He preferred handjobs by far — or at least, he was less picky about them.

With your hand, you grabbed his balls, squeezing them just a little as you took a couple more inches of him, stretching your tongue all out so that you could lick his base, the whole procedure turning sloppy, drool pooling at his base, his legs twitching as his tip touched the back of your throat.

“No, no… Princess, fuck stop!”

You released him and took some deep breaths, his taste intensifying in your mouth as oxygen carried it deeper in your throat, smell and flavour activating a craving so deep you almost threw yourself at him again. “What is it, duckling?”

He found your hand and toyed with it, trying to bring you up towards him. “I want you to fuck me.”

You chuckled. “I’m doing so. Right now.”

Jimin’s flushed cheeks turned even brighter. “I mean… I want… Won’t you just ride my dick?”

You tutted and fondled his cock with your face. “I want to give you pleasure, baby. This is not about me. And we can have sex tomorrow morning.”

“So just foreplay? For me?” he blinked in confusion.

Your smile was an answer enough. “Would you like that? Mh? I know you’re tired and you always go over the top with positions. I just want you to relax, have a couple orgasms and then put you to sleep.” You kissed his belly and looked up at him. “What do you say, my lovely duckling?”

“Promise you won’t run out early tomorrow morning,” he requested, his manners extremely childish, but deliciously adorable.

“I promise I won’t run out before morning sex,” you stated solemnly, but also slightly condescendingly.

Jimin smiled. “Okay then. Do your worst.”

You mirrored his cheeky grin before your voice turned fond. “I love you, duckling.”

“Love you too,” he crooned, only a second passing by before he went back to tiny whimpers, your mouth once more on him, your thumb gliding back and forth along his perineum, adding more and more pressure while you mentally counted how long you were taking, your ears attuned to his sounds, knowing exactly which kind of moans meant he was ready to cum.

You made sure that your thumb was slippery with saliva when you started bringing it lower, towards the folds of his entrance. You waited for his reaction before pressing a bit harder, letting the pad of your finger slide across his puckered hole.

“Almost… Inside it’s… Ah, it’s okay… Ins— Yeah…”, he cried out as you inserted your thumb, releasing his shaft only to breathe a little, your hot exhales teasing his drenched skin as you got ready for your last effort.

You started hooking and stretching your thumb, rubbing it against his walls, his balls starting to pulsate right as you pushed his cock back inside your mouth, squeezing him with quick sucks until he was gasping, faster and faster. His breathing stopped altogether as his abs twitched and a low groan left his lips, your name following it.

You forgot how to breathe. The only thing that mattered was Jimin, writhing desperately below you, fighting between the tightness of your mouth and throat, and the fullness of your finger inside him, still torturing him with slow rubs.

“Princess, please off, I’m— Too much!”

You let go of his dick but realised he still had something to offer. After all, he’d been denying himself any form of release for a full week. He deserved a bit of an extra.

You removed your thumb and spit on your joined index and middle finger, slipping them inside his anus without any form of resistance from his needy hole.

“Princess!” he barked out as once more he found himself under your assault, this time the stimulation aimed directly at his prostate. “No, no no no!”

“Safeword, baby,” you reminded him, just in case.

As he clenched his teeth, you smirked and chuckled. “I thought so.” You took hold of his hand with your free one, offering him an emotional anchor. It didn’t keep his eyes from watering. “It’s so good… Too much.”

“I’ve got you, duckling. You can cry for me.”

“Mistress, please,” he begged, his hips starting to hump and swivel and twist. “I’m a good boy. I’m your duckling, Mistress, please. You love me.”

You picked up your pace, watching his face relax and rejoice, a sob escaping him though the smile on his face.

“Oh, again… M— ____, mercy please, Mistress!”

Once twin tears started rolling down his cheeks, you slipped into an all-or-nothing speed, watching his hips arch up, his heels digging into the mattress as he finally thrusted upwards, a couple drops of cum ending on his stomach in an exhausted dribble while his body collapsed entirely. He tossed his head side to side, fighting the pleasure.

“Let go, Jiminie. I’ve got you,” you reassured him, your voice sweet and proud at the sight of him.

At that, he abandoned himself entirely, trusting you, knowing that he could exercise no control whatsoever over his convulsing limbs.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, one hand gripping the sheet while the other one was still in yours.

Only once he calmed down fully, you extracted your fingers from his hole, bending over him to kiss his face. “I’ll be back in a second. I’ll wash up and be here, okay love?”

“Okay,” he agreed.

You washed your hands as accurately and as quickly as possible. You also grabbed a towel and dipped it in water, squeezing it before going back to the bed.

Jimin was sobbing heavily this time. You sat against the headboard at his side and found a packet of sweets in your drawer. “You’re safe, lovely. You’re safe, my love,” you repeated, holding him in your arms, with his back to you. You rubbed his face with the towel, kissing his head. You knew those weren’t bad tears. They were linked to release and stress and his body getting rid of the hormones in excess through crying. “You’re doing fine, duckling. How are you feeling, love?”

“I’m alright. Just… processing everything.”

You moved his hair off his forehead and passed the fresh rag there too before moving to his torso, where he was sticky with the remnants of his release. “Sweets?”

He nodded. “Yes, please.”

In a couple minutes he was significantly calmer and you were scrubbing his body with his chamomile soap in the shower. He was still a bit clingy, but you were actually very happy about that. “I’m so grateful for this, you know,” he started as you were towel-drying his hair.

“I enjoyed it too, you know?” you said with a little chuckle.

He nodded as he got his toothbrush ready. “I’m just… I don’t think that many women would do that for their boyfriends.”

You shrugged. “You never know.”

“I mean… Thank you. For being a safe place for me, for always encouraging me to be brave and get to know myself. And for taking time to learn how to test my boundaries.”

You kissed his head and back-hugged him as he started brushing his teeth.

Once both safely in bed, Jimin cuddled up beside you, his cute hand climbing up underneath your shirt and landing on your breast before he pulled his face up from his cocoon, his beautiful, slightly-crooked teeth making an appearance as his expression turned into the sweetest smile, bribing you into accepting his palm on your boob.

“Go to sleep, you menace,” you scolded him lovingly, your hand combing his hair as he settled his head against the crook of your neck.

In two minutes, he was soundly asleep. You switched off the lights and thanked the heavens for the boy at your side.

↳ Index [Day 13 - Pole Dance & Pegging]

Pairing: sub!Jimin x Mistress!Reader

Kinks: rivals to lovers, pole dancing, leather, pegging, choking, anal fingering, handjob, hair pulling, spanking, bondage, degradation & praise, dirty talk, lotsa kissing, the ending is cute

Wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday to the sexy bastard that is Park Jimin 💗 this will also be the last time i’ll apologize for plot haahha i can’t write pwp, we stan backstory for the tension. but i guess you guys know me by now. Enjoy besties 💗

You have been eyeing him ever since practice started. His body is sweaty, his long hair tied into a messy bun. He is wearing his gear already to warm it up for tonight. Black leather pants and matching gloves. How he is able to move on the pole with those gloves is beyond you, but Jimin has always had a taste for the dramatics.

Way too much dramatics in your opinion, especially recently after your boss told you that from now on, Jimin will be performing on the big stage right in the middle of the club while you should take his place by the wine bar. You are still furious about the entire ordeal, now eyeing him with icy eyes and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Jimin finishes practice five minutes later, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

“Oh hey there, how long have you been standing there?” he says, wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel.

“Not long”, you grumble, following him with his eyes as he jumps off the stage. He struts to you, doing so with his hips swinging from side to side.

“What do you think?” he asks, “isn’t the performance good?”

“Yeah I guess”, you shrug your shoulders, acting nonchalant about it when in reality you thought him to be very good. He just knows how to work a pole in his favour. His muscles are lean and tense just perfectly each time he uses them to pull himself up. The gloves, although you still find them way too over the top, give him a sort of alluring aura and the leather pants are so goddamn tight that you can see every single muscle even now when he is merely standing in front of you.

Jimin studies your face, pursing his lips in distaste. He knows very well that you are only pretending not to be impressed because you want to take revenge on him for taking your stage.

“I guess it’s the best performance this stage has ever seen”, he says and after bumping shoulders with you, leaves the club.

“What the hell?” you gasp, looking at the now empty doorway with annoyance bubbling inside you, “did he really just say that?”

You probably would have chased after him to call him a snob if your boss didn’t call for you to help her with setting up the rooms upstairs.

Czytaj dalej

Traffic Dilemmas

Description x Warnings:

Y/n and Jimin have a first date, but Jimin’s shy bladder interrupts things. Cue in the traffic and a desperate boy. Fun ensues.

(Omorashi, Shy!Jimin, Very slight dom/sub elements, Mostly fluffy I guess, Desperation, Self Wetting.)

“Um. Jimin, are you sure you’re okay?” You ask again, watching as he crosses and uncrosses his legs for the 3rd time.

Jimins eyes shoot up to meet yours and you can see the nervousness.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” He promises, throwing you a fake smile.

You narrow your eyes at him not convinced, but then decide to ignore his strange behavior. You continue to eat your food and talk to him, laughing at his cute jokes. The date was going well. It ends well too, and as you walk back to the car, you notice that Jimin is squirming again. He opens the door for you with a tight smile and you enter, thanking him. He shuts the door and you watch as he hobbles to the drivers side, wincing with each step.

The drive back to your place is slow, traffic being the main cause. The night is bright with the red of vehicle tail lights, illuminating the road in a crimson red. The honking of cars is loud, penetrating even the closed windows of the car.

As the car comes to another stop on the congested road, you hear a loud whimper next to you. You turn to see Jimin squirming and panting, thighs squeezing together.

“Alright, that’s enough. Jimin, get outta the car.” You say, stepping out into traffic. 

You walk over to Jimin’s side and pull open the door. He stares at you in shock as you pull him out of the car by his hand. You look up at him and sigh.

“Since you won’t tell me whats wrong, you can’t drive. Plus you’re gonna get us killed with all that squirming.” You scold slightly. He sighs and walks over to the passenger side, pouting angrily.

A couple of minutes later, you’re both seated in the car thats barely moved an inch, and Jimin is trying his best to stifle his whimpers and whines. You watch as he brings his hand down to his crotch and a look of realization flashes across your face.

“Jimin. Do you need to pee?” You ask gently, not wanting to spook him.

JImin tenses in his seat and lets out a sigh of frustration.

“I-I have a shy bladder, okay? It was our first date a-and I didnt wanna leave to go to the bathroom, you know?” He stammers, making up excuses.

“I understand. You know if you keep holding it, you’re gonna hurt yourself. I can see a bulge through your pants babe. That’s not healthy.” You tell him gently.

He lets out a weak laugh. “I-I’m fine. Really.” He lies, but theres a clear look of pain on his face.

“Jimin… You can let go. I don’t mind.” You whisper.

Jimin immediately refuses, head snapping in your direction.

“Heck no! I’ll hold it. I-I’m not a kid you know…” He mumbles, gritting his teeth as the urge to pee reaches threatening levels. His knees start to bounce sporadically and he starts to whimper.

“Jimin, I’m serious. Let go. Right now.” You respond firmly, sending him a glare.

Jimin shakes in his seat, unable to respond to you. His cheeks are crimson with shame, eyes threatening to spill tears. He mumbles out the word ‘no’, hands gripping at his crotch.

You sigh and wait for the inevitable to happen, and seeing as the traffic had completely stopped moving, it was going to happen. And it finally did.

Jimin let out a dry sob of humiliation as the first spurt of piss hit his boxers. He clenched his thighs together and panicked, but it was too late. The steady stream of piss left him, hitting his boxers and sliding down his thighs, a hissing sound so loud, it was heard over the honking of the cars that surrounded yours. You watched as Jimin essentially falls apart, whimpering and whining, stream weakening to a slow flow, to a trickle, then stopping. Jimin kept his face downwards, staring at the wet mess that spread on his thighs, soaking the car seat. The scent of piss filled the car. The cars finally start moving again, and you drive home with Jimin in complete, utter silence. 

You both arrive at your place and you park. Jimin remains silent, looking down still. You sigh and turn to him.

“Come on. Let’s go inside. You’ve had a tough day. You can sleep over.” You say, sending him a sweet smile.

Jimin’s head shoots up and tear filled eyes meet yours.

“I-I-I thought…” He trails off, lip quivering.

You sigh and reach forward, cupping his cheek with your palm.

“You thought I’d be grossed out? Send you home alone? No way. You couldn’t help it. You were desperate.” You coo at him, running your thumb over his soft skin.

He immediately starts to stutter out apologies.

“I-I really wanted this date to be amazing! I-I don’t know what happened b-b-but I’m so sorry!” He says, hoping to make you understand.

“Jimin. I’m really fine. Honest. I’m actually glad you let go. You could have hurt yourself. I’m not mad, okay? Plus, this date was perfect. Really. Now calm down.” You respond, smiling gently at the shy boy.

He blushes and nods, feeling hope bloom in his chest. He pulls open the car door and stumbles out, embarrassment reigniting when he sees how soaked the car seat is. He shuts his door and walks to your side, then he pulls your door open. You smile and get out of the car. Jimin shyly looks at you, cheeks red.

“Th-Thank you Y/n. Really.” He whispers, grateful that you were giving him this chance, since  he sincerely liked you.

“It’s okay Jimin. Come on. Let’s get inside.” You say to him, and you walk alongside him to the front door.

As the weeks go by, and you and Jimin officially start dating, everything feels perfect. But you can’t help but think back to your first date. You think of how desperate he was, about how he cried, about how he squirmed, and the little sounds he made. It always got you wet.

So the day you purposely made him drink over 10 cups of water with the claim that you were ‘worried about his health’, you knew what you were aiming to achieve. More mental snippets of his desperation and frustration. But Jimin isn’t stupid. He notices his girlfriends secret needs, and decides to give her what she wants, even if it costs him his dignity.

Besides, who’s to say they’re not both enjoying their little games?

Peppermint Mocha (m)

Summary: A week in the college life with seven boyfriends.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader, Jin/Reader, Yoongi/Reader, Hoseok/Reader, Jimin/Reader, Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader

Warnings: fluff fest, you are advised to visit the dentist following consumption, sub!jungkook, sub!jimin, sub!taehyung, switch!hobi, sub!namjoon (ish), sub!jin, sub!yoongi, handjobs, cock rings, vibrators (anal), oral (male), dry humping, multiple orgasms 

Length: 4.9k

Notes: WHEW i finally finished shdsskd i’m never using google docs ever again, formatting never saves and i had to manually fix the spacing and italicizing i’m scarred for life. i hope this lives up to expectations and i’m sorry it took so long but now i’m gonna disappear for a bit to do midterms lmao lmk what you think!!

College!AU - Film major!Jin (Master’s), photography major!Tae, graphic design & photography double major!JK, philosophy & history double major!Joon, performing dance major!Hobi, contemporary dance major!Jimin, music composition major!Yoongi, unspecified major!reader

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Monday, 8:01 AM

“Baby.” A small moan escaped your throat as you snuggled in closer, chasing the warmth that tugged at you.

“Baby, you need to wake up.” Gentle fingers brushed at your cheeks and you nuzzled into the touch as palms cupped your face. “Baby.” Amusement laced his tone, and you knew he was smiling down at you.

Peeking through one eye, lips pouting as you lifted one finger to poke into those infuriatingly gorgeous dimples, Namjoon grinned. “Time for class, baby girl.”

Groaning, you let yourself drop back onto the mattress, watching as he stood. He was already fully dressed for the day, with dark washed jeans, a fitted black turtleneck, silver wristwatch and thin framed lenses that perched on his nose. You melted a bit when he leaned in to press a kiss against your temple. The man looked like he’d stepped out of a fall edition magazine. “Coffee’s on the table, see you at 2.” Namjoon grabbed his keys from the nightstand, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder as he made his forever timely morning exit. 

“Namjoonie-hyung gone?” You hummed in response as you slipped from the bed, dropping a quick kiss to Jimin’s cheek as you made your way to the bathroom. “Where’s Kook?”

“Still sleeping,” he replied, trailing after you. You relaxed into his hold as you brushed your teeth, him resting his chin on the grove of your shoulder, arms wrapped snugly around your stomach. Moving through the remainder of your skin care routine, Mondays were always a little more bearable with Jimin playfully swiping cream onto your nose, running a brush gently through your hair as you washed your face.

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Neighbors -pt.1

Pairing: Jimin X Reader (neighbors!au/stalker!au )

Synopsis: Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

Warnings: stalker, switch!jimin, dom!jimin,sub!jimin, noona kink, SMUT, allusion to forced actions (never LET anyone tell you WHAT you feel comfortable with kids), oral (female and male), masterbation, raw penetration (practice safe sex always!), cum shot, manipulation, fingering

Genre: smut /neighbors!au/stalker!au NOONA KINK

A/N: There is plenty of smut in this, I don’t know what i was thinking, but yeah 18+- this is a one shot, but who knows?

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i’ve been waiting for this to come out! it’s really good and i loved the sub/dom relationships that jimin and y/n have!🖤🖤🖤

while you’re at it (m) || pjm

pairing; poolboy!jimin x noona!reader.

genre; smut, fluff, tiny angst.

summary; After finalizing your divorce papers, there was still one thing that had to be taken care of. That stupid swimming pool. Over there course of a few days, you ended up harboring feelings for one of your pool boys. Will things go as planned? Or will everything be flushed down the drain? 

warnings; brief mentions of divorce, infidelity and toxic relationship, sub!jimin, dom!reader, barely there bondage, exhibitionism, female masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (both receiving), body worship, tit fucking, noona kink, praise kink(its jimin ofc), mild degradation, impreg kink, its basically jimin being a whiny soft baby for noona, unprotected sex, multiple orgasm, creampies, cum eating

word count;  11K+ (this was supposed to be around 7-8K only, iduno what happened really)

a/n; ahhhhhh! three minutes late but who careeees. im done, i want to sleep. the smut feels so rushed butill fix it… eventually… lmao, unedited as hell, dont mind the errors… will fix someday.  bye

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Breaking away and cutting ties from your previous and definitely toxic marriage was the best decision you’ve made bar none. You could no longer stomach the abuse that your now ex-husband had put you through. It was a complete and utter living hell being bound to a man who wasn’t who you initially thought he was. Having him crossed out of your life (legally, too) made it a million times easier. It has been exactly seven weeks since you chucked out all of his belongings through the front door. No regrets. And you still didn’t want to take notice of the huge elephant in the room — or in the backyard per se. There it sat in the middle of the unkempt grassy area surrounded by leaves and trash, in all of its filthy, disgusting, bacteria and algae infested glory. Your dreaded swimming pool.

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Beautifully Misfit | 4

SERIES: Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 8.5k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warnings: strong language, Baby Kookie can’t read very well ;(, food porn (I’m not kidding), y/n deadass has a pizza kink, Jimin being tiny, nothing else really

‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes.

Summary; you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i, ii, iii, iv, v (coming soon)

A/N; I’m sorry this took so long to get up, i’m a slow writer when I’m not motivated, but yesterday I buckled down and wrote over five thousand words because I was determined to get this part posted for you lovely people. hope you enjoy! lmk if I didn’t tag you and you wanted to be added to the tag list!!

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