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jtm-recs · 3 years ago

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Hot 🥵

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prompt: You give Jimin what he deserves after showing up in a cute little mini skirt.

read part one here for a lil context !

pairings: ta!jimin x f!oc

word count: 2.2k

genre: smut (minors dni) and a widdle fluff

warnings: like i said, smut!!! suggestive themes, teasing, oral sex (m. receiving), swearing, jimin’s down bad or is it oc or both, slight mentions of masturbation lik literally one line

a/n: dis is a request from anon :) pls bear w me this is my first smut if it sounds awkward or monotonous im sorry,,, I'm not very proud of this solely bc of that but i tried my best >.< feedback is much appreciated thx u and enjoyyy ;333

There’s really just something about you that sends Jimin’s mind into a pool of frenzy.

And he’s had it with you. By the number of times you’ve teased him during and out of class, the number of times you’ve left him feeling frustrated—running into an empty stall to do his business wasn’t even enough anymore to relieve his seemingly never-ending frustrations that he’s been harboring because of you.

You were certainly not that easy to get, he must say. Even after that one incident, you both had that almost had him lose his fucking mind by how good you felt beneath him, you made sure to leave him wanting more. And you were right, because if there’s one thing Jimin wants more than anything, it’s you. To put it in the simplest of words, he was down bad. It sounds a bit shameful really, but Jimin’s an impatient man, and you’ve made clear enough that you want him, and yet every time he reaches his arms to get to you, you step away.

And despite how teasing and frustrating you can be, he loves the little games you propose, because the more you see how his eyes swirl with lust with every show you give him, the more fun and arousing it is for you.

It's like playing a game of Cat and Mouse, where he is the cat and you were his little mouse.

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You never minded taking teenie-tiny risks.

In fact, you lived for it. You lived for that sense of thrill that seeps through your veins every time you'd do something that you'd know would have consequences beneath it. And you are willing to take risks, in every circumstance that would benefit your pleasure. Especially when that risk rewarded you to have the best orgasm you’ve ever had with anyone. And the best part is, it was with a man that is seemingly impossible to be so fucking attractive, the man you've lusted after ever since you laid your eyes upon him.

A little secret, you suppose. A hidden joy. You knew the consequences behind every soft moan that slipped past your lips, every kiss, every touch, and every sinful noise that echoed throughout the whole room. Yet you enjoyed it, you thrived for it. Who knew your least favorite professor’s teaching assistant could be the object of your desire and pleasure?

As much as you want to throw yourself onto his arms and let him take you however he desires, you couldn’t. At least not yet, you don’t want everything to go too fast and end too quickly—watching him become even more visibly frustrated with your little games by the look he gives you every time you’d shamelessly tease him, you can’t help but do it even more. The shape of his eyes would shift into something you’d think were soft and innocent looking at first, it’s almost as if he was devouring you with his own eyes. And you’d let him, it’s a plus that he looks insanely hot while doing it, so, he can’t really blame you.

However, it's a bit hypocritical, considering how you're currently pushed up against the classroom door preoccupied with a pair of lips roughly sucking each and every exposed skin of your neck.

"Jimin," you attempt to say, although it comes out in a whiny tone. He hums in response but continues to trail kisses up to your jawline, the warmth of his lips challenges you to give in once again, you stifle a moan as you try to regain your composure, "Baby—"

Jimin plants one last kiss on your cheek before leaning back to look at you, swollen lips and eyes laced with slight concern, "Yeah?"

"Let me take care of you," you suggest, your hand reaching to cup his hardened cock. Jimin struggles to form a response and continues to stare at you, although the look in his eyes tells you something you couldn't quite make out. He wants you.

"Do you want it?" you ask in a low voice, he gulps and nods. Yes, he wants it, very badly.

You grab his hand and pull him to the nearest chair, without breaking eye contact, and a smirk that crept your glossy lips. Jimin quietly sits and you notice how he grew even more nervous the moment you straddle his lap.

You watch the way his eyes slowly travel down to your exposed thighs and lick his lips shamelessly, the tingling feeling in the pit of your stomach shoots down to your core. Fuck.

You almost let out a chuckle at how much you affect him when you hadn't even touched him yet.

“You seemed awfully frustrated in class earlier,” you start, your hands reaching to slowly unbutton his shirt while paying attention to the way his chest rises when he breathes, if you could lean even closer you’d probably hear how loud his heart is pounding right now.

“Did you like my skirt?” you ask, unbuttoning another one before looking up at him innocently.

“I love it,” Jimin finally responds, eyes still fixated on the exposed skin of your thighs, he brings his right hand to caress one of them. With every unbutton of his shirt, the more his chest gets exposed, your eyes catch the large black ink permanently painted on his rib, a tattoo. "Oh my god," you softly gasp, he couldn't be any hotter.

Your fingers reach to touch it, "That's fucking hot," you state, lowering to plant kisses on his chest, breaths getting heavier with every kiss. You travel down, sliding off his lap and you sit on the ground with your back arched to accentuate the curve of your ass.

You look up at him, a teasing smile forming on your lips to drive him over the edge.

He looks at you with bedroom eyes, the view from where you're sitting is heavenly, yet sinful. Unbuttoned shirt, chest heaving, legs spread, and a rather very prominent bulge between his thick thighs. He looks beautiful like this, and it's all for you to see.

It's too good to be true, really.

"Are you sure you want it?" you tease, hand massaging one of his thighs, you travel up to his upper thigh, fingers almost reaching his bulge. You wait for his response.

His breaths get heavier, “Hm?”

“Yes, fuck,” he breathes out, from the way he’s acting under your touch, it’s clear how desperate he’s getting and you love every bit of it. “Please suck me off.”

“Anything for you, Mr. Park.”

You kneel and scoot a little closer, your fingers reaching to unbutton his pants, you slowly unzip and you tuck your fingers underneath the waistband along with his underwear to drag it down low enough to let his cock spring free. You immediately wrap your fingers around it, this is the first time you've seen his cock up close, and you could say he was not one for the lengthy type, however, he makes up for it in girth.

It's perfect for your pussy, however, it's your mouth being used this time, and you're confident enough to fit all of it in your mouth.

Thinking about it already makes you drool like a hungry lion, panting, your delicious meat standing before you.

You spread his pre-cum along his length to make it a bit easier to stroke, looking up at him, he stares back at you with his fucked out expression, it seems the only thing running in his mind is you and your hand. "Mouth, please," he whines, it feels perfect, yet the only thing he wants right now is your mouth, he's fantasized about it for god knows how long, and he might just blow his load all over your hand before you even get to wrap your pretty lips around his cock.

And so, you lower your head to lick a long stripe along his length, keeping eye contact, his cock twitched by the friction of the buds of your tongue, you flicked it around his tip until you finally wrap your lips around it and sink down, taking every inch of his shaft until you slowly lift your head up, meeting his eyes as you release his cock. You do the same thing again and he inhales sharply, thighs clenching at the warmth of your mouth and he fights the urge to buck his hips and fuck your mouth right then and there.

For a moment, he admires how pretty and lewd you look sucking his cock. He couldn't help but tangle his fingers through your hair, if only he could keep this view forever, even re-playing it in his head as he jerks off to the thought of you wouldn’t be enough, it just won’t be vivid enough.

An imaginary light bulb flickers in Jimin’s brain.

He’d only do it if you’d give consent though, “I-Is it okay if I.. film you?” he manages to mutter, despite the moan he almost let out when you suck harder. You look at him with your mouth full and you release his cock with a pop. Jimin couldn’t quite read the look in your eyes, assuming this turns you off, he instantly panics.

“Y-you don’t have to say yes,” he stutters, you tilt your head teasingly, your right hand reaching to stroke his cock while you think of an answer. You'll be the death of him.

"It's too much, I shouldn't have asked—"

"Just make sure I look pretty blowing you."

You always look pretty to Jimin, even if it meant with your mouth full of his cock. Jimin immediately hunches over to reach for his phone in the back pocket of his pants, swiping it open, he quickly taps the camera app and points his camera towards you the moment you came into frame. He taps the record button.

When you heard the beep, you went back to what you were doing before. You plant a kiss on his tip before you fully wrap your lips around it, slowly this time, your eyes were fixated on the camera. In the background, you notice the way Jimin's facial expression instantly changes when you sink down, you take that opportunity to suck even harder, and faster this time. "A-ah,"

You release, "You like that?" you lick a long stripe along his cock once again. "Please don't stop," he pants, repeating the same sentence, the tone of his voice gets whinier every time.

Jimin's knuckles almost turn white with the way he's gripping on his phone, his other hand sits atop of your head, guiding your movement as you bob your head on his cock, with every slide, his muscles tighten and he feels that he's about to reach his climax.

"I-I'm about to—"

You release his cock from your mouth to exchange the same movement with your hand, "Cum on my chest," you suggest, at this point, Jimin has forgotten about his phone, as it had already been abandoned on the floor. Jimin stands up quickly, his legs feeling like it's about to collapse.

You pump his cock as quick as you can, "Oh, f-fuck," it wasn't long until ropes of white are being painted all over your chest, some even reaching your chin. Jimin is catching his breath above you, visibly fucked out and he looked extremely attractive even so. This has been the most fun you've had in a while, (and when he fucked you over his desk a week ago).

"Shit, I forgot about my phone," Jimin quickly grabs his abandoned phone on the floor, dusting it off, he notices that it was still recording. He was too out of it to even realize he's dropped it. He stops the video and shoves it back into his back pocket. His eyes land on you and his cum that's currently painted beautifully on your chest.

You chuckle, "So, you're gonna get some tissues or.."

"O-of course, sorry," he quickly fixes himself before walking over to his desk to grab a box of tissues, grabbing two, he crouches down and gently wipes them off of you. Looking at him, you take the opportunity to ask him something you've been meaning to.

"Why do you get so shy around me?" you ask innocently, hands reaching to button his shirt, and his shy demeanor is back once again, as if you weren't sucking him off 10 minutes ago. It's cute, you think.

"You're just," he pauses to think, "You're just a little intimidating sometimes,"

You giggle at that, intimidated by you? "Okay well, you were so bold to ask if you could film me giving you a blowjob," you joke.

"I-it's safe in my phone, I promise!" he panics, heat forming across his cheeks. You laugh, you think he's adorable, given how he would always walk around the campus with his intimidating yet, attractive poker face and scare the hell out of students when he's actually a cute little soft boy. "It's okay, Jimin. Keep it for your future fantasies in your bed." his cheeks reddened.

"Til next time, Mr. Park," Next time?

Before Jimin could even reply, a knock interrupts him.

"Jimin? What have you been doing in there?" a familiar deep voice voices out behind the door, it's your professor.

Fuck.

#Jimin

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jtm-recs · 3 years ago

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Love this couple sm 😭

Smut Drabble with the Mins

I’m writing this because I’m literally ready to cry because of my anxiety and I need a distraction before I cry for the rest of the night :/

Warnings: smut, degradation, dirty talk, squirting, mentions of cum play, creampie

“Fucking take it Min,” Yoongi grunted, his grip on your waist tightening as he fucked into you faster. You were splayed out underneath him, whimpering and moaning loudly.

“I-I can’t,” you whined, reaching up and digging your fingernails into the backs of his forearms.

“Yes, you can,” he mumbled, leaning forward and resting the palms of his hands on the bed next to your head. “You can take it all because you love my cock, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“And you love how good it feels inside of you?”

“Love it so fucking much,” you almost sobbed, the amount of pleasure that you were feeling almost overwhelming you. “Love how you fuck me.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking slut,” he smirked. “But only for me though, right?”

“Only you, only ever you,” you told him as you looked up into his eyes and he smiled lovingly at you. Moving one of his hands off of the bed, he brought it down and placed it onto your throat, giving it a teasing squeeze afterwards.

“Please, please,” you pleaded and he just looked down at you,

“You know the type of mood I’m in right now,” he said. “Beg.”

“Make me come Yoongi, please,” you begged. “God, you’re making me feel so fucking good and I just want to come for you. Please let me.”

“Go ahead Min,” he relented, and he barely got another full thrust in before you were coming, your body spasming underneath his as you leaked onto his cock.

“Fuck,” you grunted, tipping your head back as your thighs began to shake from how hard you had come.

“You’re always so gorgeous when you squirt for me,” Yoongi murmured in awe and you giggled, leaning up and pressing your lips to his for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Only then?” You teased him.

“Well, then and whenever you’re underneath me,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Shut up and come inside of me,” you said.

“Want me to?” He checked and you nodded.

“Truthfully, I always want you to,” you admitted. “Want you to fill me up with your cum and then fuck it back out of me later.”

“You’re fucking perfect for me, you know that?” Yoongi chuckled.

“I didn’t marry you for no reason,” you giggled. Yoongi leaned down and kissed you messily, his tongue sliding against yours as he continued to fuck you. As he did so, he groaned into your mouth and that’s when you felt his cum flood into you. He didn’t stop moving his hips against you though, instead choosing to fuck himself through his orgasm.

“I could stay buried inside of you all day,” he huffed.

“We’ve done that before, remember?” You reminded him and he smiled.

“I do,” he chuckled. “Back when we had first started dating and had a lot more time and two less kids.”

“I miss those days,” you pouted.

“Me too, but some things haven’t changed,” he shrugged and you raised an eyebrow.

“Like what?”

“Like the love that I have for you,” he replied and you couldn’t help the large grin that spread over your face at his answer.

“You’re gross but I love you,” you giggled.

“I love you more Min.”

#Yoongi

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jtm-recs · 4 years ago

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Genuinely the hottest thing I’ve read all year! I love the way this was written, how we get to see the shift in Reader’s attitude toward Jimin and internal monologue as she tries to read him. I’m a big fan of teasing, I think it’s so hot when the characters work each other up so much that they practically rip each other’s clothes off once the tension snaps 🥵 I’ll definitely be coming back to this one

100 km/hour | pjm. (m)

banner by the lovely amelia @knjsnoona

➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

↳ part of the jimin spooktober collab!

➵ pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader

➵ genre : college!au, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 7k

➵ warnings : swearing, vaping, sexual tension, dirty talk, pussy fondling, marking, unprotected sex (be smart y’all), riding, car sex, mutual orgasm, creampie

➵ a/n : here’s my jimin halloween fic that i know is oh-so late but at least it’s here! don’t think this is my best work at all but I did want to write something for out precious it-boys birth month 🥺 thank you so much to my lovely beta naia @opaljm for editing this like a champ!! as always, your feedback means the world to me <3

Lipstick? Check.

Phone? Check.

Five shots of vodka in? Check.

Sitting in Park Jimin’s lap. What the fuck?

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#Jimin

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jtm-recs · 4 years ago

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“No Nut” November

Yoongi x Reader

Genre/Rating: 18+, Smut, established relationship

Summary: After deciding to participate in “No Nut November”, you and your husband Yoongi aren’t prepared for just how difficult it proves to be.

Warnings: Orgasm denial, edging, oral sex (both reader and Yoongi receiving), squirting, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, degradation, and creampie.

Author’s Note: So thanks to all of the asks that I got about the Mins participating in “No Nut” November, I’m writing this drabble about it because I just can’t resist! I hope you all enjoy it!

WC: 3.8K

“Hey Yoongs,” you called out as you jogged into your bedroom, launching yourself up and onto the bed where Yoongi was sitting up against the headboard with his IPad in hand.

“What’s up Min?” He murmured without looking up at you.

“I think we should do No Nut November,” you announced and that caught Yoongi’s attention, causing him to look down at you with an arched brow.

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#yoongi

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jtm-recs · 4 years ago

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Stop it 😭😭 Jimin is so sweet and perfect and I’m sobbing over the fact that he cares so much for her that he was able to practically forget his anxiety to step up and protect/ comfort her. I wish I could jump into the story and beat the shit out of Man-soo, he def needs to be in jail!! I wasn’t even surprised when Jimin volunteered to beat him up because I was thinking the same thing, Man-soo just deserves to get knocked on his ass ��. But overall, I really hope this experience makes Jimin and Reader get closer with each other because Jimin really showed how much he cares about her and how he’s made from 100% boyfriend material, and Reader has finally opened up and shown a more vulnerable side to him, meaning that she really does trust him omgstopimcryingagain 😭. Excited for the next part, I love this series!!

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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#sub!jimin #tw: trauma #tw: mentions of uncomfortable age gap

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jtm-recs · 4 years ago

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I love how fluffy this is 🥺 Please write more smut, you’re really good at it!

my country

—drabble, 1.0k words, fluff, explicit, i adore this man with all my heart and soul 💘

“Ah, fuck,” you whimper, sheets clenched between your fingers while the man above you tirelessly pistons into your body. His eyes are dark, clouded, and everything which will inevitably lead to your undoing. “Jimin, please… someone will see!”

He groans as your perfect sex squeezes his cock tight. He has a good rhythm going with your body; the push and pull of your skin and limbs so undeniably delectable. If he were to truly unleash the monster hidden deep inside his soul, he would swallow you whole. “Do you think I give a fuck?” His question is wrapped in the arms of a shuddering breath he tries desperately to control so he doesn’t lose out on the view of your rosy cheeks and sweaty skin. His beautiful dream incarnate. “The president could show up in front of our door and it wouldn’t stop me from fucking you like this.”

The giggle which wanders out of your mouth is music to his ears. A gorgeous smile begins to bloom on your kiss-bitten lips. Inwardly, he feels a sense of pride. He did that. He is the reason why your lips look good enough to eat. Maybe if you push him hard enough, he’d have good reason to allow the carnal, less tamer sides of his personality to roam free. “You’d fuck me in front of the leader of the country?”

He brings his thumb down to your clit and softly rubs it in that way which sends you mewling for him. When you do, he smirks and brings the same thumb up to his mouth where he licks your essence off. “When the leader of my country looks good enough to ruin, I couldn’t care less about who’s watching.” He pauses, eyes filling with depth. “Don’t get any ideas. I won’t share you with anyone.”

To appease him, you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down into you. It’s so easy to rub your nose against his this way, and easier still to clench down on his thick cock while he pants into your mouth. “I’d kill you if you did. I’m only yours.”

His hands curve over your waist in a haze as you bring him closer to his release. “Only mine?”

“Forever,” you whisper, warm, wet lips meeting his in a seering kiss he returns sloppily as a wave of indiscernible pleasure invades his bloodstream. He’s breathing so hard he can’t see clearly but he finds the strength to reach down for your clit, helping you come undone on his fingers and cock still buried deep inside you. Shaky voiced and with eyes rolling back, you grab his biceps to stay upright, enough so that his eyes stay glued to you as you reach your high. “And ever.”

He loves the way you slump against him. Enjoys it in its entirety when your bones fall against his, and how his heart dives straight to kiss yours. Sex between the two of you has always been one of the best parts of your relationship. His body in tune with yours; wired together in complementing harmony. If doctors cut open your skin, they would see your veins tangled with his. That’s the extent of the love you share.

“Good?” His question is wickedly sweet as he uses the pads of his fingers to push your hair back. He needs to see the deep brown hue of your eyes under the sunlight pouring in. He needs another dose of you even when you’re right here in his arms. He kisses your lips just because he can. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” you sigh, lighthearted, and sated. He never fails to quench the endless thirst of your body for his; of your heart for his. His kiss makes you dizzy, though you find some semblance of reality to settle into. “They’re filming outside. What if they saw us?”

“Then that’s their problem,” he grins, giving you his signature smile. “If the fans want the real behind the scenes footage of our lives, then this it.”

“Still…” your eyes sadden, and he wishes he could crush the emotion with his bare hands. “I don’t want anything to jeopardize your career, Jiminie. We should be more careful.”

Before he can reply, several knocks followed by a hefty pounding sounds at the door. Jimin rolls his head down and sighs, shaking it. He kisses you on the forehead, watches you nod in understanding, then heads for the back door after pulling on a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt. Under the light of the morning sun, a bunch of camera people are waiting on him. He opens his arms wide and smiles. Behind one of the camera people, Jungkook and Hoseok make suggestive noises and gestures. Jimin laughs and walks over to his friends, feeling the cameras follow. When he’s close enough, he throws his arms over the guys’ shoulders.

“Happy?” Hoseok teases as Jungkook pokes his side repeatedly and snickers.

Despite himself, Jimin glances back towards the door he just walked out of. His eyes catch a hint of your silhouette moving about the room, probably to shower and prepare for the day. He feels his heart fill with an abundance of contentment. The kind he’s only ever felt with you. The kind he never stops wanting more and more of with you.

He looks back at his friend and smiles. “I’m happy.”

#jimin

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jtm-recs · 4 years ago

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This is so fucking hot!!!! I just love how Reader gets frustrated by Jimin’s lack of reactions even though she was dreading being drooled over initially. And how Jimin was just so respectful of her boundaries and actually saw her as a human being instead of a sex object even while he was getting a literal lap dance, I just felt so comfortable reading this! Usually stripper!Aus aren’t my thing because they make me feel grimy but this one completely flipped that! Also I can’t forget to mention how delectable that smut was 🤌🏽 my insides are fluttering- I’ll definitely be coming back to reread this one

háblame bajito - PJM | M

↣ you expected the same routine when the strip club hosts the seventh bachelor party for the month, what you didn’t expect was the alluring guest who has you on the receiving end of pleasure.

pairing: jimin x stripper!reader

genre: smut, fluff, s2l

word count: 4K

warnings/tags: bachelor party au, strong language, explicit smut- lap dance, grinding, oral (m), throat fucking, brief handjob, degradation, dirty talk, cum eating, hair pulling, biting/scratching, hickeys, fingering, doggy style, pussy slapping, spitting, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions

a/n: it’s October aka Jimin’s month

∞

Lifting the angled brush, you drag it along the corner of your eye and wipe the end with your ring finger, drawing back from the mirror and inspecting both sides, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips when you see that your wings are equal in length. You’re about to touch up your lip gloss when a shout of your name catches your attention.

“Guess what’s happening tonight?”

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#Jimin #stripper!AU

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jtm-recs · 4 years ago

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This message is sponsored by Plan B 💀

But seriously, this was so hot! I love desperate Jimin and the fact that this is still really fluffy even though they’re ripping each other’s clothes off 🥰

A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader ❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up. ❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!" ❒ rating: nc-17, 18+ ❒ genre: smut, pwp ❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz ❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited ❒ release date: may 8th 2021 ❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.

But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”

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Oh, what I wouldn’t give to have Yoongi edge me to tears 😫

one more | a myg drabble

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader {Non-Idol AU} Rating/Warnings: 18+ • unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) • edging • overstimulation • creampie • multiple orgasms • rough-ish sex • cursing • kissing • mirror kink makes a small appearance Summary: a small snippet of yoongi and you in the throes of passion Word Count: 1,773 Author's Note: a/n: i wanted to practice a little bit more smut writing and then things got out of hand. what i thought would be a perfectly good drabble (around 800 words) ended up being double that. huge shoutout and thanks to @sunshinejunghoseokie for beta-reading this short and for suggesting the title! there's a fic that will accompany this drabble soon but i want to finish the taehyung one first! Mobile users: AO3 Taglist: @thedarkwinterrose @somewhereofftheglobe @typicalgenzworld Immediate smut after the "Read More"

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"One more for me," Yoongi murmurs into your ear, fastening his grip on your tired figure close to his chest. His fingers dance on your thighs, massaging the convulsing muscles under his grip. Yoongi chuckles, a dark and throaty sound that makes you whimper. Your body writhes against his pale, naked chest and you claw at his ankles in frustration. "Touch your little cunt one more time."

"Yoongi- ah- I can't! Baby… no more for me," you pant as you try to wriggle out of his vice grip.

Yoongi shushes your cries, kissing your hair and all the way down your neck. "You can, baby, you can. One more," he coaxes.

You grunt, relenting at the feeling of his burning kisses on your skin. With trembling fingers, you skim the inside of your thighs, touching your swollen folds. Your cunt weeps at the excess stimulation, your hips jutting at the soft touches. Your head rests on the crook of Yoongi's neck and through your half lidded eyes, you see his grin as he hungrily watches your fingers slowly dip into your aching core.

"Oh… Fuck, the things you make me do," you seeth through gritted teeth, internally cursing his name in your mind.

Yoongi chuckles simply, his soft hair grazing your collarbone as he peppers kisses along your neck again. "That's my girl."

You still your body, preparing to edge once more for the man underneath you. Maybe this time he'll let you cum, as his promises of "One more," are wearing thin (Though in truth, you relish the feeling of helplessness that washes over you; loving the way Yoongi would praise your efforts when you obey).

Your empty hand scrambles to hold Yoongi's, threading your fingers in the spaces between his, fitting perfectly. Your squeeze on his hand tightens as you set a fast pace, sobs tearing out of you at the overstimulation. His name is reduced to a garble of syllables as you rock back and forth. Yoongi reaches over to rub your clit, your arousal aiding him, and the pleasure replaces your discomfort as you moan wantonly, head thrown back against his shoulders.

"Fuck, are you gonna cum for me, baby?" he whispers, nipping your earlobe.

"Yoongi, AH yes- I'm gonna cum, pleasepleaseplease! Let me cum."

Pleasure wrecks through you, your back arching away from his lap. You are close, so close, and just a little more you could topple off the cliff. Your mouth hangs open, mewls escaping every time Yoongi rubs circles on your clit, your hips bucking wildly as you fuck your fingers deeper inside you.

The impending tidal wave of your orgasm hurtles closer than ever. Yoongi says nothing as your fingernails dig into his palm, breath hitching with every gasp.

"Yoongi- fuck!" you cry as you cum, vision darkening and legs flailing violently, your juices spilling to create a puddle underneath you.

"Good girl," Yoongi praises, kissing your hair again as he slows his fingers on your clit until they halt to a complete stop. You breathe heavily, waiting for the small spasms to dissipate.

Yoongi hums above you, trailing slow circles on your skin before enveloping you in his arms. He lays you down gently on the bed, cradling your limp body like it was the greatest treasure he's held thus far. Feeling his large hands stroke your hair, you sigh contently, scooting closer towards him, slinging an arm across his naked chest only to feel the taut muscles constricting at your touch. Yoongi shivers, a low groan escaping from his lips. In your state of delirium, your half-lidded eyes landed on his pants, the wet splotch making you salivate at the sight. Fingers trailing down to his abdomen, you splayed your arms and massaged his hips, his low moans of pleasure spurring you onwards.

“Baby, rest,” he whispers into your hair, hands trailing your thighs, contradicting his statement. “I can take care of myself just fine later.”

“Mmm… I don’t want to. Want your cum, Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s eyes snap open and he smiles at you. “Careful what you wish for,” he warns, the mischief shimmering in his eyes softening the threat.

You roll your eyes at him, love the heat fluttering in your abdomen. Your hands skirt over his tented pants, the material struggling to keep Yoongi’s hard cock inside of it.

“Don’t you fucking roll your eyes at me."

“I do what I want,” you tease, grasping his length gently through his pants.

Yoongi snarls, flipping the two of you, your back hitting the plush mattress. You giggle at the impact while Yoongi frowns above you.

"You won't be laughing for long when I'm done with you," he promises, hooking his fingers under your chin to tilt your face upwards.

And with a small smile dancing on your lips, heart stampeding in your ribcage, you sling your arms around his neck. "And what exactly do you have in store for me, hmm?"

You know better than to taunt him, but you can't help the fire that's already burning its way through your body, the earlier punishment long forgotten. Yoongi smiles toothily without warmth, his dark pupils blown out and icy, and you feel goosebumps rising across the expanse of your skin. Oh, you are in a lot of trouble.

He makes quick work of shedding his pants, springing his length free from its confines as it bounces from his abdomen, the weeping head smearing a trail. Yoongi pumps his length a few times, groaning at the sensation. You bite at your bottom lip, your previously closed legs now spread open before him, your fingers drifting lazily across your swollen folds.

"God, what a pretty pussy," Yoongi grunts, eyes gazing hungrily at your core.

Your cunt spasms at the compliment and the moan that escapes you is so sinful it takes all of Yoongi's willpower not to slam his throbbing cock into you.

"Please fuck me, I've been waiting for so long, fuck."

You bristle in annoyance as his face twists into a lopsided grin, a taunt seeming to indicate to you that he's won. In retaliation, you get up quickly to tackle him in the middle, Yoongi yelping and it's his turn to hit the soft mattress with his back.

"I hate you," you snap, though your actions contradict the bite in your words.

Yoongi smiles at your actions, shaking his head like one would towards a disobedient pet, placing his hands underneath his head. "Go on then, get yourself off. Just don't forget who's helping."

You ignore his comment, smirking coolly as you line your entrance with the tip of his cock. The moment his head enters, your thighs burn with effort to not collapse, the earlier exhaustion settling in. You hiss through clenched teeth, slowly letting Yoongi inside inch by inch until he is fully inside you. Yoongi groans at the feeling of your walls wrapping around him, hips bucking upwards to bury himself deeper.

“Tight- fuck!” he curses, head falling backwards, gritting his teeth.

You mewl pathetically, trying to adjust to his massive size as your hands grasp his for balance. The room echoes with your pants and moans, the world a blur as you start moving, rocking your body to and fro, your clit rubbing deliciously against his hard body. Yoongi’s hands slip from underneath his head to help you, his fingers digging into your hips. You catch something at the corner of your eye. You’ve been so focused with your actions that you had forgotten about the large mirror on your wall above your dresser. For the second time, you feel your orgasm quicken its pace, threatening to pull you under its embrace and you wonder, for a split second, if you’ll be able to walk the next day.

Yoongi notices your shift in focus and he tilts his head, also finally remembering the large apparatus that covers your bedroom wall. “You love to watch yourself, don’t you, baby? You love seeing your face so fucked out by my cock?”

Your back arches in want and you rock yourself harder, ignoring the burning of your thighs and focusing only on the coil tightening rapidly. Yoongi groans underneath you, pleasure written all over his face, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. His hand leaves its position to tease your clit, working it with slow circles. Your vision swims and you look in the mirror to find your reflection just as far gone as you are.

And as you come closer towards your second orgasm of the night, Yoongi sits up to bury his cock deep inside of you, his arms encircling your waist, thrusting at a bruising pace. He kisses at your neck, red splotches appearing in the expanse of your skin. It’s suddenly all too much and tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as your nails dig into his back. “I’m close!” you whimper, body pliant and exhausted, finally letting Yoongi take charge of your body.

“Then cum for me.”

You used to scoff at the idea of people commanding others to orgasm, your mind unable to comprehend how pornstars enact the scene without laughter. In the beginning of your relationship with Yoongi, he had commanded you to cum and you, so bewildered at the request, asked him to stop his thrusts because you were laughing so hard tears streamed down your face. Face beet red, he vowed to change your perception and he trained your body slowly over the next couple of years to do the exact thing you said you wouldn't. It was an art form, how he’s able to command you to love the very thing you used to despise.

At his mercy, you cum, your walls constricting tightly at his cock, arousal gushing out of you. Yoongi isn’t far behind and with a deep groan, he fucks his cum into you, thick white rope flooding into your cunt. He fucks you a few more times, ragged breathing by your ear before collapsing in the space next to you.

“Fuck…” he moans, trying to catch his breath as his chest rises and falls.

You aren’t faring any better and lied down next to him, cuddling into his warmth.

“Still laughing?” Yoongi asks after some time, an eyebrow shooting up.

You look at him with disbelief, rolling your eyes so high it probably reaches the back of your head. “I hate you.”

He sits up abruptly, tilting your chin towards his face again in warning. “You’re just begging for it now, aren’t you?”

Chuckling at his reaction, knowing full well how it aggravates him, you smirk condescendingly. “I do what I want.”

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jtm-recs · 4 years ago

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Oh gosh, sub!Jimin does unspeakable things to me 😩 impatient and needy Jimin is one of my favorite things to read and the orgasm denial had me dripping!! And then when Taehyung came in to watch- 🥴😵🥵🥵

Also, I thought it was so funny how you referenced this picture^^ because I think about it often and die over it so I know what you were talking about as soon as I read it 😂

Peek A Boo

Genre: smut || pwp

Pairing: SubJimin x Reader

Word Count: 6,085

Warnings: light dom/sub, mild dirty talk, shameless smut, handjob, orgasm denial, edging, exhibitionism, mild degradation

Summary: Jimin pushes you too hard and must be taught a lesson in patience.

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I’m absolutely addicted to this series and your characterization of this pair! Every time Jimin makes progress my heart gets full and it makes me love him that much more. I almost fell to pieces when he got a little cocky when giving oral (which he had every right to be) and I saw a glimmer of potential soft dom/ tease shining through him! Not to mention how it’s getting harder and harder for Reader to resist him, I wonder who’ll give in first!! This is some of the hottest smut I’ve ever read and they haven’t even fucked yet, my panties are going to get fucking blasted when it finally happens, I just know it 😭

Also, I hope Natalie gets an STD from that hoe of a man she’s fucking, that bitch can never be forgiven for trying to manipulate sweet and vulnerable Jimin like that 😤 she can eat a rock 🖕🏽

Yours truly, #1 Natalie hater 💜

GOOD BOY ‖ twelve

Jimin accompanies you to a party where you run into Natalie. However, you’re determined to not let this little inconvenience change your plans.

⤑ word count: 8.9k ⤑ genre: angst, mature topics, definitely 18+, smut [oral (f.receiving), handjob, use of sexual toys] ⤑ rating: 18+

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Well what the fuck. This was so cute and hot, I had to take my time reading this one to savor it 😍 The way you wrote Jimin as socially awkward and innocent just makes me want to hold him and never let him go, and I’m so glad that reader also felt the same way and let herself be hooked on him! I’m absolutely in love with this and the way you write 💜

Hooked

Pairings: nerd!jimin x fem!reader

Genre: 18+, college!au, s2l

Warnings: alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, sub/dom themes, dirty dancing, so much grinding, dry humping, thigh riding, petnames, swearing, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex (be safe kids), cock riding, praise kink, multiple orgasms, cum play, oc licks it too, fingering, nipple play, lil bit of body worship, jimin has a massive dick but what else is new, he's also cute af

Summary: things get carried away with the campus good boy after you agree to help him have some actual fun at a party. but hold up now because you're not the one supposed to be hooked.

Wc: 8K

a/u: this was gonna be longer but it was starting to turn into something I didn't want so I cut it back to 8k which was what I originally planned. I hope you enjoy and as always pls feedback means a lot 🥺💜 or if you just wanna request, rant or ramble my inbox is always open!

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You're not typically the party-hardy kinda hoe but...

"What's the matter, ___? Feeling a bit lightheaded?"

You scowl at the girl across from you, an unpleasant taste in your mouth and it's not because of the beer.

"How about we make this a little more interesting?"

She pauses. "What are you suggesting?"

You begin pouring the contents of all the cups on your side of the table into one cup, filling it to the brim with a final drop. The surrounding crowd starts murmuring amongst themselves, saying how insane and crazy this is but also how much they want to see this happen.

Now she smiles.

The offer is on the table, literally, and when she bravely pours all her chances into one cup as well, it becomes a gentlemen's agreement.

The smile she shows you is cocky too, by the way. A skinny tongue pokes out to lick her lips in anticipation, reflecting the same eagerness to win that's in your own eyes.

Taking your aim, you pray to all the powers of the universe, just this once. You need good aim just this once. With a final toss, your ping pong ball bounces off the wooden surface, seemingly in slow motion, before it hits the rim of your opponent's cup and falls to the floor.

"Oooh, tough luck."

You think based on past experience, you'll be able to handle the liquor. But taking into consideration that you also lost your last game just earlier tonight, what are the odds your body can take that kind of penalty and still make it home in one piece? Maybe you should start thinking of loopholes.

Your competition takes her aim, takes her shot, and takes her prize.

A perfect slam dunk.

The smelly crowd of university dumb dumbs around you start cheering, shaking your shoulders and patting the winner on the back. It's just a stupid game but for some reason, you feel like you just lost the lottery.

She gestures for you to drink your loss, so you relentlessly lift the cup to your lips. Tilting your head back, you allow the alcohol to fill your cheeks but secretly none of it goes down your throat. Peaking over the rim, you spy your enemy laughing her ass off at your misfortune and loving every second of it.

Suddenly, oh no! Your gag reflex is too much and you accidentally end up spitting all over the table...and her.

She gawks, covered in beer and spit.

Wiping the evidence from your mouth, you look up with a devilish, purposeful smile.

"Whoops."

All of you expected a bitch fight but no. This girl actually has the gall to start fake crying and run out, bawling like you just killed her dog or something. Several of the guys and girls who were on her side followed after, worried expressions and deceived hearts full of compassion ready to consol. You roll your eyes and make your way to the kitchen instead, shaking off drunk college kids on the way.

Why did you even agree to play against her? Oh, that's right. Your useless, irrational need to prove you're worth something win.

After some water, some snacks, and taking a really nice dump, you decide to rest on the couch and catch a breath. Almost half an hour later, you start to feel solidity returning to your brain and limbs, enough to walk back to your dorm without tripping over the steps.

It'd be nice to leave with somebody--you haven’t had a fun night since midterms started--but no one here is catching your attention. People who attend these kinds of events are all the same brand and not really your type. Then again, you're not even sure what your type is. Maybe you should just leave. You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for--

"Enjoying yourself?"

The couch sinks when a large figure drops his hard ass next to you. He downs one jello shot and tosses the cup behind the seat before offering you his second one.

"Not particularly," you mumble and cross your arms.

"Could've fooled me," he snickers, throwing back the second shot when you don’t take it. "Either way, I am here with a proposal that will save your night...well, it's more like a suggestion...well, really more like I'm asking for a favor...well--"

"Oh my god what do you want, Namjoon?"

The long boy angles himself towards you, leaning closer like that's going to make his request more agreeable. "So, a friend of mine is gonna stop by but, how do I say...this isn't really his scene."

Already the caution signs in your head are lighting up fire truck red. "Okay..."

"Could you chill with him and help him, you know, have fun?"

"But I'm not having fun."

"___, please?" he begs you, rubbing his hands together like a child.

You sigh with a pout, "Why don't you do it? He's your friend."

"I would but,” he hisses, “I'm gonna leave with Sooyun."

Your head whips around in shock and disgust. "Joon, you can't invite your friend to a party and then ditch to get your dick sucked."

"I didn't know she was gonna be here let alone ask me to leave with her!" he claims with an exaggerated shrug like he really can't do anything about this. "I'm begging you, ___, please just entertain him for like an hour and then he'll probably wanna leave anyway."

"Why'd you invite him anyway?" you ask, rubbing your temples in hopes of soothing the headache this conversation is giving you.

Namjoon tisks his tongue, trying to find the right words to describe this friend of his. "Jimin isn't very...social. It's not easy for him to make friends or initiate conversation but he's such a good guy. He's a little awkward but he's got good intentions. Poor guy just wants to fit in and he just doesn't. I feel bad for him."

You hate being sold the social outcast sob story. Namjoon knows you have a soft spot for them considering you were one for the longest time. It's sweet that Joon wants to include this guy but this isn't the way to go about it. You love Joon but the guy is obsessed with getting his dick wet and once again, his selfishness is leaving you with his mess to clean up.

"Fine. But you owe me."

Namjoon smothers you in a bear hug and proceeds to crush your spine. "Thank you! Thank you!"

The front door opens and Namjoon jumps up and waves the newest guest over. "Oh, there he is. Jimin!"

The boy waves back, quickly retracting his hand when he realizes people are trying to get around him. He dodges drunkards and tiptoes around tipsy strangers until he makes his way to the two of you, now waiting in front of the couch.

He smiles and you can't help but lift your brow in consideration. You were expecting nerdy but like wow.

He's wearing pressed black slacks, black shoes, and a baby blue button-up tucked in with a shiny, clean belt to let everyone know he definitely took a wrong turn coming out of church this morning. His sweater vest matches his socks and--oh god, he's wearing a sweater vest. It appears his hair was purposefully styled like that which, until this moment, you didn't think anyone would actually do.

Despite being thrown by his appearance at first, the more you watch Mr. Good Boy the more you're drawn to his innocent vibes.

He's cute. Too cute.

Something evil stirs inside you, and it makes you want to see him blush more than he already is.

"Glad you could make it," Namjoon starts.

Jimin nods, smiling bashfully and your heart sinks. This guy legitimately believes Namjoon has his best interest at heart. "Thanks for inviting me. I hope your friends are alright with me coming along."

Please, it's like he's asking you to take care of him. Forget everything else, you have to protect this child.

"Yeah, of course, man." Namjoon gestures to you with a friendly introduction. "This is ___. We met during freshman year and for some reason, she hasn't run me off yet."

It was meant to be a joke but a part of you sincerely wonders why.

Jimin takes one look at you and his eyes widen to the size of baseballs and he starts swallowing. Namjoon pats his back in hopes that he'll relax, eventually nudging him to break the awkward stare and laughs. "She's cool, don't worry."

Jimin nods, now refusing to look at you. "Hello."

"Hi." Despite knowing you'll have to be this guy's tour guide for the next however long he decides to stay, you can't think of anything to say to him. He can't keep eye contact for longer than five seconds but you're finding it increasingly difficult to keep your eyes off him.

What would it feel like to run your hands through that hair until it's all messy and tangled? Pull on it until his scalp is sore and he whines for you to pull harder because he low-key likes it so much? Sure, his clothes aren't the typical kind of dress you would expect someone to wear to a party like one, but they don't leave a lot to the imagination. His lines are kind of perfect, the shape of his arms and thighs are on enough of a display to make your eyes wander for longer than they should. Now that you've seen it up close, the sweater vest isn't terrible...what if he was only wearing the sweater vest? He may be a dork, but underneath the pretentious hair and layers of nervous energy, he's a hot dork.

This leads into about thirty seconds of the most awkward awkwardness you've ever experienced. And then Namjoon slaps his own face like an idiot.

"Oh man, I totally forgot! I've got to be somewhere, sorry dude. Hey, you can chill with ___ and I'll catch up with you party freaks later. Sound good? Cool, see ya!" He runs away, leaving you alone with practically a stranger and an ever-growing grudge.

Jimin rocks back on his heels, watching until Namjoon is out of sight. "He's leaving with a girl, isn't he?"

Okay, so maybe this child isn't completely oblivious.

"Sorry."

"No, that's cool. You probably have other friends to see and stuff too so, I won't make you stay with me. It was nice to meet you." He bows before politely brushing his way past your shoulder.

Being offended isn't the correct response but hey. He left? Just like that?

Keeping your distance, you follow with an intrigued aura about you. Jimin must know you're keeping tabs, but he doesn't say anything, not even the occasional glance over the shoulder.

You gotta give the guy credit because he tries. Honestly. But no one wants to give him the light of day. He attempts to introduce himself, join conversations, ask questions, break the ice. He constantly scans the room as if looking for someone or some way to fit it, but no matter his efforts, like Namjoon said before, he just doesn't. There's something off-putting about the way he straightens his sweater vest and smiles way too much, that smile inevitably fading when he's left behind in a cloud of snickers and mockery. He's trying too hard and everyone is taking notice except for him.

It breaks your heart but also makes you absolutely furious. It's not long before you realize how dangerous this Jimin kid actually is. His duality, though it seems he isn't even aware, is beyond perilous. One second you want to tuck him in your pocket and the next you'd really like to sit in his lap.

Eventually, Jimin finds his way to the kitchen where the host and some others have recently finished preparing more jello shots (because that's what this party needs). He picks up a red one, sniffs it, frowns, puts it back down, and double checks his surroundings. Then he picks up a blue one and starts the whole agonizing process over again.

That's it.

You snatch the shot from his grip and throw it in the sink, spawning a surprised look on Jimin's precious face.

"___?" His eyes light up when he realizes it's you. "What are you doing?"

"Wanna dance with me?"

"But I thought..."

"Joon is a jerk, but if you're gonna stay then stay with me. Okay?"

"Really? That's...y-yeah, okay!"

Jimin feels you suddenly drag him by his wrist to the middle of the dance floor, passing by one of the douchebags who ignored him earlier perched on the back of the couch and lightly knocking them onto the floor face first. Just because you felt like it.

The music grows increasingly louder the closer you get to the speakers, and Jimin cutely plugs his ears until he can get used to it. Even if you had planned on talking while dancing, that option is out the window now. From here, you'll have to communicate with your bodies.

You start with a gentle sway of your hips, searching for a pocket within the music that you can really sink into. With shut eyes, you begin to feel the deep bass and rhythmic beauty of the noise. As the beat intensifies, the more your feet spread across the floor and your body rocks.

Jimin watches you, entranced by the way you can so easily let yourself loose in a room full of other people. Your movements aren't professional in any sense, but Jimin swears you could capture a stage if you wanted to. You've captured his audience, that's for sure, with only a few steps. He tries to mirror the swish of your hips, but he just doesn't look as sexy as you do in your mini skirt and t-shirt.

You open your eyes to find Jimin stiff as a board, stepping side to side and studying your body like a hawk. He bites his lip in concentration and, although he's got the basic beat down, his hips just aren't finding the feel of the song. With one look, you can tell he's got it in him; he's just not allowing himself to really let go.

His gaze rides the curves of your waist and chest to land on your face, blushing when he sees you're already looking at him.

You offer your hands, and he hesitantly steps forward, allowing you to pull his body closer to yours. Your hands find his waist, waiting for a moment until he nods to tell you he's okay. Then you twist your wrists, guiding his hips to rock with the ever-changing melody. The song fades into a new track with a sensual undertone, soft piano and heavy bass fill the room while raspy vocals sing about boundaries meant to be broken.

Little by little, with the feeling of your hands leading him and the encouragement of your smile every time he successfully swings his hips, he falls into the same pocket of music. Gradually you press yourself flush against him, his thigh between your legs, showing him where to place his hand on your lower back so you can wrap your arms around his neck. He's warm, red cheeks only proving to flush more every time you grind against his leg, his whole body jerking in response.

You move together, fit together. It feels nice...like really nice.

With the position he's in, Jimin could take complete control, turn you over with one flex of his thigh or squeeze of his arm around your back, but he doesn't. You've put him in the ideal position of power. What makes you all hot and bothered is the fact that he could, with the strength you've affirmed he has, throw you around like a ragdoll. But he's so obedient and timid and in awe of the way your body instructs his. He follows your every movement like it's the law and when you finally look him in the eyes, he's all but high off your closeness.

It's not much, but the subtle friction from his slacks and the pressure of his fingers against your spine are like sparks and all you need is one last flicker to really start a fire in your gut.

With the music still much too loud to talk, you reach up and place the lightest pressure on his lips. Jimin's knees immediately lock, his hips freezing where they are, but it doesn't take him long to process what you've done and react. His body falls forward, crashing into your mouth with a burning and clumsy desperation. As soon as he's initiated the kiss, he gives up every ounce of control into your hands, and you own it gladly. That's all it takes to kick start perhaps the only significant moments you'll choose to remember about tonight.

It's definitely not a graceful entrance, the two of you fumbling through the door to a thankfully empty upstairs bedroom. Jimin tries his best to keep up as you drag him towards the bed by his now wrinkled sweater vest. It's embarrassing when his kisses keep slipping and he has to keep one hand stretched outward to maintain his balance, but he doesn't give you any kind of hesitation to signal he wants to slow down.

You're in paradise. He has such beautiful, full lips and they feel so perfect against your mouth, wet from your kisses and swollen from your teeth. He gasps when you use your tongue to trace over them, pushing them apart to pull his tongue out. Your smirk mixes with your kiss when you hear him hold back a pitiful moan. Everything he does, intentionally and otherwise, from his stumbling feet to his fumbling hands around your waist makes your heart flutter and your stomach growl.

Jimin lands on the bed with a huff when you shove his shoulders, immediately climbing into his lap and recapturing his lips with an insatiable hunger. The sounds he makes are slowly becoming addictive, to the point where all you think about is how to make them louder. So innocent, so soft, so submissive underneath you; it only makes you hungrier. You knew you preferred to dominate, but you've never wanted to save and ruin and be ruined by one person so much.

Threading your hands through his hair, it's just as soft as you imagined. You start with a light tug, forcing his chin to tilt so you have a better angle to kiss him. Then a little harsher yank which earns you a high-pitched moan, just a faint one hidden behind the sound of sloppy kisses but it's enough to please for now. You gaze down at him, arching your back to press your breasts against his frame before gently taking his top lip between your teeth.

"I wanna play," you whisper with the utmost honesty and hope Jimin is down to break some boundaries.

It doesn't take much to make him hard. When you feel him getting excited between your thighs, your body's natural response is to grind down as hard as you can. He may have little confidence but he's not 'little' in any sense of the word. Just thinking about where this could go gets you dripping wet for some more friction.

"Wait--" he gasps, breaking the kiss.

You halt, but even now, your whole body continues to tingle. "What's wrong?"

"I've never...ummm," he doesn't finish his sentence but you can fill in the blanks here. His eyelids flutter with shame, but all you see is preciousness. And don't think you've missed the adorable way he's begun nervously tapping against your sides, unsure if he still has permission to touch you after stopping things like that.

"Have you never been touched before?"

"Of course I have," he snaps in defense before lowering his eyes and voice, "just...by myself."

You give a gentle smile and sit back to create some space, just in case. "Would you rather stop--"

"No!" His hands suddenly become firm at your waist, holding you in place on his lap like you've always belonged there and he'd do anything to keep you from leaving. "I mean if it's okay...I'd like to play with you too."

This makes you smile unmistakably, but you still try to hide some of your excitement. "We can go slower if you want."

"Actually, could we just keep doing this for a while? I really like this," he admits, flushed cheeks slowly solidifying your hope guess that Jimin wants to be dominated.

You move in closer, ghosting your lips over his ear and shifting your hips just enough to tease. "Say please." Just because you really want to hear him say it.

But it's difficult to form words when your fingers are inches away from untucking his shirt and your thighs are squeezing his lap like he's your personal pony. You gulp just thinking about riding him, thick cock all snug and warm inside you, hitting all the right places while he cries for you to clench around him harder.

He hums at the feeling of your light kisses behind his ear. The sensation sends a rippling effect through his whole body and he shivers beneath you. "Please? Play with me?"

"Alright, baby," you're just testing the nickname but it seems to fit well for now.

Rolling forward and back once again, grinding against the rough fabric of his slacks so the material begins soaking up the mess you're making, you make a dive for Jimin's neck. The prominent veins have taunted you for far too long, until you finally get to trace them with your tongue, taking a few rest stops along the way, slowly learning where to kiss and where to bite to get the most sinful sounds.

You knew he had a weak spot. Just didn't know you would find it this quickly.

Pride. You feel nothing but pride when Jimin's eyes roll back inside his skull and his breath hitches, dick quickly swelling inside his slacks. You return to his lips, gingerly coaxing them apart to taste him again, all the while using the leverage you do have to grind your clit against his zipper, tremors surfing up your spine and down your legs.

You've never been this turned on from simply grinding against someone's crotch before but for some reason, it feels one hundred percent ridiculously good. Jimin hasn't even taken off his shirt but you're feeling hotter and hotter each second. Based on the way he's breathing and the subtle jerks of his thighs, he's feeling it too.

Sincerely.

It isn't long before he's bucking the best he can, pulling you closer and whining into your mouth while you struggle to hold yourself back. Your hands sneak underneath his top, revealing a minuscule slither of skin but it's enough to feel the tension in his core, muscles jumping when the tips of your fingernails trace over his tummy.

"You'll cum soon at this rate, baby. Make a mess in your pants," you explain with a sweet tone, painting lines across his skin.

And then he looks up at you. Huge, guilty, pleading eyes. A desperate 'don't leave me like this' look that, when Jimin starts begging for you, has your heart skipping beats and your pussy crying.

"S-Should I take them off?" He doesn't wait for you, eagerly reaching for his belt and fumbling with the latch.

When he hears your little giggle, his hand freezes with fingers pinching the zipper until they're white. Was he too eager? He's basically acting like a kid who was promised ice cream if they finish all their homework. Loser.

Embarrassment, it's written all over his face. No doubt he's mentally cursing himself for, once again, misreading the situation and ruining everything.

With your finger tucked under his chin, you gingerly guide his eyes back to you and softly suggest, "I'll go first."

He watches you stand to your feet, cross your arms over your torso and lift your top over your head, tossing it somewhere on the ground. Reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra and let it fall away, Jimin's eyes growing three sizes. As far as you know, this is the first time he's seen a girl even partially naked. You can't help but blush a little bit, what with the way he starts licking and biting his lips, unsure of what to do with his mouth. He's really hoping you're gonna kiss him again like that. Topless.

Next, you shimmy off your mini skirt and reveal red laced panties, soaked. He has to know it's all because of him. If he doesn't realize it now, he will soon.

You can hear the deep gulp in the back of his throat when you kneel in front of him, hands floating their way up his calves and atop his thighs. His slacks are uncomfortably tight. He sighs with relief when you unbuckle his belt and pop the button, the meer pressure of his swollen cock forcing his zipper to slide on its own.

Just to be kind, you begin palming through the material, leaning in closer to place a kiss between the open zipper. Jimin jerks in his seat, temples sweating in anticipation. A naked girl is kneeling between his legs and smiling at his dick like she's excited to choke on it.

Okay, but you kinda are actually.

Since you first climbed into his lap, you could instantly tell Jimin is breathtakingly endowed. Blessed. Gifted. Packing. He's got a massive cock.

Instant thirst starts puddling behind your lips and between your legs when Jimin helps you finally remove his pants and boxers. Red, hard, and leaking. You've actually never seen a guy so painfully turned on after essentially just a heavy make-out session. Pursing your lips, you gently blow on the tip and peer up at the boy still clenching the bedsheets.

"Ah-h, is it supposed to hurt?" he whines, eyes watering in embarrassment and eagerness.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little. But it feels good too."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

It's a valid question, but as soon as he answers, you remember the fact that you met this guy not even three hours ago. You know zip about Jimin other than he's way too cute for his own good, he's an awkward bean, and you are nothing if not hooked on the beautiful sounds he makes when your lips sink around his cock and his head hits the pillows.

The corners of your mouth stretch to an uncomfortable point just trying to accommodate his girth. When his dick noticeably twitches on your tongue, it's so worth it. He hits the back of your throat, holding his breath when he feels you choke around him. The experience has your thighs dripping, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing, and heartbeat pounding just to keep you alive long enough to enjoy this to the very end.

Hollow cheeks draw out a long, breathless groan, your lips popping off with an audible pop.

"Don't cum until I say." A simple command. But a command nonetheless.

Just looking at Jimin's expression, flushed cheeks, and submissive eyes, you know he wants to do his best for you and that's cute, but when he shakes his head, you frown.

"I don't know how to wait," he pouts.

"No excuses, baby," you sing, hand wrapped sinfully around his cock and thumb lightly drawing over the tip, still red and generously wet. "Be a good boy."

You swallow him much easier the second time, purposely pushing just a centimeter too far so your throat spasms around his dick and you get to hear another one of those magical moans. Once you've set an easy pace, Jimin's hand shakingly grips your hair while his hips struggle not to lift from the bed, the other hand is thrown above his head and gripping the comforter like it's his last lifeline, his back arching more and more the closer he gets to his finish.

You can't help yourself. Your fingers secretly slip between your own thighs and begin tracing small but delicious infinity loops on your clit. Each twist of your wrist and gasp from Jimin's plump lips sends your entire being into a euphoric state. If only he could see himself right now. All pretty and proper in his sweater vest, yet crying from your mouth around his cock making him beg for you to let him cum. He sounds like a porno and fuck does it do things to you.

His orgasm doesn't surprise you when hot spurts of cum shoot down your throat. You only manage to swallow some before allowing the rest to coat your chest and drip down his crotch and thighs.

Jimin can only take this moment to catch his breath because it’s not long before that moment is over. You quickly discard your panties and settle yourself over his hips, allowing his overly sensitive dick to slide between your folds like magic.

"You did so good, baby," you coo, tracing a finger across your cum covered breasts before licking it off.

"But I didn't follow the rules."

So eager to please. Such a good boy.

You lean down to peck his pouty lips and hum. "I'll forgive you this time. Only because you look so pretty when you cum."

"You look pretty right now," Jimin confesses, gawking at you like an idiot. "You looked pretty when I first saw you."

Tilting your head, you share his bashful smile. "Really?"

He nods, locking away the view of you like this into the most precious corners of his mind. The look in his eyes is dangerous but the feeling rising between your legs is even more so. You know right at this moment, that if you let this boy fuck you, you won't be able to let him go.

If only you could listen to your principles rather than your pussy.

"Can you cum again for me, pretty boy? Just one more? Hmm?"

Your kisses quickly grow more passionate. It doesn't take long for the rest of Jimin's clothes to be discarded, even his cute sweater vest is tossed aside. You enjoy feeling over his chest freely, raking your nails over his pecks, tracing the defined sections of his abs. How does such an under-the-radar kind of university student have such a literally perfect body? With every drag of your finger, you feel Jimin get more and more excited between your legs for what's coming next. Gently, you rock your hips, the slickness of your own excitement making it easy to grind your clit against the hilt of Jimin's slowly hardening cock. Such an excellent sex drive. You have to praise him for that.

"Sit back, baby."

Jimin follows your instructions, scooting back on his ass while you crawl after him, hands and knees leaving prints in the sheets like a lion's paws in the sand. His back hits the wall and you're not two seconds away, climbing over his frame and finding his lips to once again pull a needy sigh from his lungs. Fuck, he loves kissing you.

Your hand slips between you two to start stroking Jimin's sensitive dick until it's standing tall and hard like you want it. His hips begin bucking into your hand progressively harder with every movement, causing your wrist to start aching.

With your lips ghosting just out of reach, you tease him with a gentle whisper across his skin, "I'd like to sit on your dick now. Can I?"

"Y-Yes, please," Jimin hiccups, and you almost faint he's so delicate and fuckable oh my god.

Maybe somewhere in the back of your subconscious, you know this is a dangerous idea. But those kinds of thoughts just never stood a chance against the feeling of Jimin's cock filling you to the perfect extent, a gentle but burning stretch making your head drop back and your nails grip his bare shoulders.

Just like you wished, Jimin starts singing, his voice breaking in perfect harmony with your gasp. And when you look at him, his eyes are already on you, watching like you just placed the stars in the sky.

Recklessly, you lift your hips until you reach just the very tip of his dick and then drop, spearing yourself on his cock, pussy greedily sucking him into your stomach. You collapsed on his chest, not because it hurt but because damn it felt good. So good you do it again, and again, and again. Your mind completely boggled, a thick fog scented like sex and lust clouding every atom of sense you supposedly ever retained. No one has ever been able to fill you this perfectly and hit every fucking spot every fucking time.

The unfair part is that he isn't even doing anything--he's just lounging beneath you, eyes lidded and begging. His fists dig into your sides, trying and failing to guide your hips. You've got complete control at this point, and that's the way it should be. After recapturing his lips, you come to the disappointing conclusion that Jimin isn't going to last much longer.

He whimpers into your mouth, a drawn-out whine when your teeth take hold of his bottom lip. He chases when you pull away, offering his lips and everything else in order to keep you this close for as long as possible.

It's a horrible, legitimately painful feeling when you lift your hips away. Jimin's ridiculously hard dick appears to be crying until you replace your pussy with your hand and continue the same sinking and squeezing motions, working diligently for your good boy.

Jimin's face when he cums is a genre of art you never knew existed and every time you witness it, it's prettier. The arch of his back, the catch in his vocals, not to mention the sheer amount of cum.

With relentless effort, your fingers abuse your clit until you feel the edge just before your toes.

So, so fucking close. And then a gentle hand cups your wrist.

"I wanna help."

His offer melts you completely. You almost cum just from the sincere tone of his royally fucked out voice.

You carefully guide his hand to where it feels most pleasurable and show him how to move his fingers, your hips already responding to the subtle pressure.

Jimin doesn't dare blink, doesn't dare move unless told to.

"Press harder. Faster. Fuck, just like that."

It's all fun and games until you've been toggling on the edge of sanity and euphoria for one minute too long. Even if you close your eyes and hyperfocus on the way Jimin's fingers trace beautifully hypnotic pictures across your slit, all while looking at you like you invented sex itself, it's not quite enough.

Your hand starts to feel its way up your body but Jimin beats you to the punch, his fingers soft and cool run over your breast with the utmost care, enamored eyes carefully examining your reaction while he continues to destroy your clit. When he falls forward, your back arches involuntarily, his hot lips sucking on your breast while everything spills over.

Your orgasm finally rips through your every nerve, soaking Jimin's hand but he doesn't let up until you say and neither does his mouth. The tip of his tongue dances over your nipple and sends another ripping wave of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth in the form of a guttural moan of his name. He works you in and through and past your pleasure until all that's left is a sensitive numbness over the expanse of your entire body.

Grabbing his adorably, sinful face by the cheeks, you kiss him with everything you've got left, stealing his breath as fair punishment for stealing yours.

When you finally do crash on top of him, lungs and legs still spasming, Jimin lifts his hand from your cunt, drenched in your arousal and eyes shining almost as much as his skin. He looks at you, a little unsure of what to do now.

"Taste it," you direct him.

After several glancing between you and his hand, he places two fingers on his tongue and slides them between his lips.

You can't help but laugh at his expression filled with instant regret.

"How is it?"

"Well, it tastes kinda..." he swallows, "gross."

"Yeah, it does," you agree with him, grabbing his wrist and running your tongue across the same two fingers, "but it's kinda sexy, don't you think?"

"Umm, sure."

For some reason, you don't believe him. So eating cum isn't Jimin's thing. That's fine. It's not like you need to know his kinks or preferences. Why on earth would you need to know? You've had enough one-night stands to know how this works.

You roll off Jimin's lap and collapse onto your back. Blood finally rushing back to your knees and toes is slightly painful but all in all, you feel light as a feather.

"That was amazing," you sigh.

Jimin lays down next to you on his back as well, nervous hands folded over his chest, feeling a bit exposed now that you're not, you know, fucking yourself on his dick.

Just his eyes glance at you beside him, naked, warm, soft. He wants to so badly. Don't people usually after having sex? He always kinda thought it was a package deal. You fuck like monkeys and then it just happens as part of the natural progression of things.

You, on the other hand, could sleep for days after that kind of rush. A nap sounds so nice right now, but you don't dare sleep alone in some random jock's bed with a frat party happening downstairs. Once the feeling returns to your legs, you'll make your way home, maybe take a shower, and then--

"What are you doing?"

Jimin freezes where he is, limbs hovering over your body and face almost buried away in your shoulder. "...nothing."

"Are you trying to cuddle me?"

"No," Jimin insists, swiftly swinging his legs over the bedside and looking for his clothes.

You sit up as well, jaw dropped and a smile creeping onto your face. "You so were! You tried to cuddle me."

"I did not!"

"You tried to put your short ass arms around my waist."

Your accusation has Jimin's cheeks screaming bright red as he stabs his legs through his slacks, one at a time. "They are not short! Anyway, aren't you supposed to?"

"Supposed to what?"

"Hold each other after?"

"I mean, it's weird since we don't really know each other," you say plainly.

Jimin turns to you, embarrassing honesty written all over his face. "So?"

"Haven't you ever heard of a hook-up before? What did you think this was?”

He may think his expression is unreadable but it's clear as day your words cut deeper than you intended.

"Does a hook-up mean we can't cuddle?"

What are you supposed to even say? 'I don't cuddle with the guys I sleep with because that leaves a lingering bond between us and I can't afford to feed my unhealthy tendency to get emotionally attached to guys who are probably going to break my heart anyway.'

Then again, you sincerely doubt Jimin is the type of guy to break anyone's heart. After everything that just transpired, why are you on such a defense? And anyway, you've kicked guys out before, so why is this time low-key hurting your heart? You have no commitment to this boy, no promise, no loyalty whatsoever. You fucked, so what? You're not responsible for his aftercare. You shouldn’t cuddle, that’s weird.

But on the other hand. It could be cool probably sorta maybe.

"I've never...ummm," you mumble, exemplifying the same kind of terrifying honesty Jimin has shown.

He hides a hopeful smile and makes his way to where you now sit, legs hung off the edge of the bed and finger tracing the design of the comforter. Gently placing his hand on your cheek, he gazes into your eyes and instills an instant calmness throughout your nerves you didn't know was possible.

"Have you never been cuddled before?"

"Of course I have," you snap in defense before lowering your eyes and voice, "just...not after sex."

His hand drops. "We don't have to. Like you said we barely know each--"

"No!" Your grip suddenly flies to his waist, holding him in front of you by the pockets of his slacks like he's always belonged there and you'd do anything to keep him from leaving. "I mean...I guess we can...I’d like to cuddle with you. If that's okay."

Jimin beams with joy, eyes sparkling. He quickly snatches his sweater vest off the floor and presents it to you with a smile so big his eyes disappear. Once again that charming, innocent vibe makes your stomach growl, but this time you're a bit too confused to entertain it.

"What?"

"You have to wear it."

"Why?"

"Because it's mine," he says matter of factly.

Your head falls to the side in a cute tilt. "I don't understand why that means I have to wear it though."

"It just does, okay?" he whines, shaking the material at you like that's supposed to help you understand why this step is a necessity to conduct a proper cuddle. "Please wear it? A girl has never worn my clothes before."

"I wonder why. Fine, I can't believe I'm doing this for you." You lift your arms with a sigh and allow him to slip it over your head, making a mental note of just how easily he got you to agree to this. Damn it, this boy and his duality are dangerous indeed.

It actually fits quite nicely. A little baggy around the middle but the way it bunches at the bottom is plenty comfy enough.

It also smells like him. That's kinda nice.

"Should I also wear your boxers?"

"Actually--"

"That was a joke."

Jimin's laugh is like sunshine--who let this kitten out of their pocket, you wonder? He adjusts the vest on your shoulders with the utmost care and attention. His movements are like butter, smooth and deliciously tempting, and his touch is like cotton candy, sweet and soft but it melts away much too fast.

He jumps onto the bed and opens his arms for you, an invitation that makes you roll your eyes, but in the next moment, you're crawling in next to him. With your back flush to his bare chest, Jimin pulls you into a tight hug-like embrace. It's not ideal, not being able to see him. The positioning feels awkward and you're not sure how much you like how his dick pressing into your lower back.

"Relax," Jimin tells you.

"It's not that easy," you reply through gritted teeth, body stiffened and lungs tight. "I'm not used to being on the...little spoon side of things."

He chuckles, the vibrations of his chest in time with the subtle bass playing downstairs. "Well, get used to it."

But you don’t see yourself getting used to it any time soon. His hold tightens, legs squeezing around your thighs and fingers happily petting the soft material of his sweater vest around your body. He’s basically rolled on top of you, how are you supposed to breathe like this let alone cuddle? There’s no space, no air. You can’t move at all with his limbs trapping you like this. How is this supposed to be relaxing for anyone? Is the bed shrinking? Was the room always this cramped? How come the walls are so close together? You try to stick your chin out to breathe but that doesn’t help much.

His comment repeats inside your head over and over. Like this kind of thing will be happening again, often.

Closing your eyes, you try to block it out. The voices in your head telling you that you're in danger. Your fight or flight response causing your body to stiffen or jerk every time Jimin's hot breath hits the back of your neck. You're not scared. You're not stressed. Why are you so anxious all of a sudden?

"I think...I don't like this."

His hold on you immediately releases and you exhale a massive breath, rolling to your back and mentally reminding yourself that you're fine, nothing's gonna hurt you.

"Are you okay?" Jimin whispers carefully, watching you without blinking. "Should I just go? I’m sorry, I should go.”

"Wait." You stop him with a quick hand to his chest. "Don't go. It's not your fault. Just give me a second."

Jimin does, not daring to move until you're ready. You roll to your side, now facing him and already you like the view much better. He matches your positioning, keeping a few inches of space between you just in case.

This time, it's you who pulls him closer, tossing your arm around his waist and guiding his hips to meet yours. Jimin lets you lead completely and after you've found a comfortable spot with your forehead leaning on his and your leg thrown over his hip, you start to feel actually relaxed.

"Is this better?" he asks, gaze bouncing from your lips to your nose to your eyes.

You nod, his head moving with yours and causing you to smile. "Much better."

Slowly, so you can see his every movement, he lifts the back of his hand to your cheek and brushes stray locks of hair away. You lean forward and place a peck on his lips, knowing you have the control to kiss him and being able to see where he is at all times brings you exactly the kind of comfort you figured cuddling is supposed to.

This. This is good. It feels so good. Jimin's hand supports your back, resting just on the curve of your ass, and you can feel every curve of his body pressed to your chest and hips. His heartbeat is directly over yours and you can feel the warmth of his body so much more being like this.

He smiles at you, though your eyes are half-closed, the lull of sleep calling your name more and more, you see it. And it makes you smile too.

"___," he says your name in that sweet, innocent voice, the same one that ignites a hot fire in your gut, and when you feel him start to grind against your core, all you can think is damn.

You're hooked on this. You're hooked on him.

taglist: @mawwnsterr @bts-7-shadow @pjmnoir @sweeneyblue1

#Jimin

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This is so good! I wish it was really that easy to hook up with hot people 😂 First of all, Jimin is always sexy but the way you described him and his effect on everyone made him so much hotter I could have melted. Also, I love the dirty talk, and seeing him stutter and fall apart made this so much more intense. Personally, I believe this deserves a lot more notes and reblogs; please don’t get discouraged, Tumblr kinda sucks at the moment and it’s really hard for people to find smaller blogs or newer works. You’re a really good writer and I’d love to see more long scenarios from you!! 💜

Strip Club ◙ park jimin

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a story this long (on Tumblr, of course). You won’t believe it, but I got the inspiration to write this story when I was doing my morning Yoga (?) Well, coming straight to the point, I really, truly hope you’d like this story a lot. And yeah, I haven’t edited it, for I didn’t quite get the time to (sorry).

Tags: @sugasashimi , @whoakiddo , @minshookie29 .

Genre: Smut, Strip Club AU.

Rating: Mature.

Pairing: Stripper!Jimin X Female Reader.

Warnings: Smut, strip club, slight breastplay, spitting on pussy (not exactly), a little bit of dirty talk, size kink, squirting, fingering (f), unprotected sex, guy cums inside the girl, the guy is ‘cocky’, oc touches herself (idk if anyone can get offended with that), the guy touches himself; Jimin is so fucking, smoking hot he can set your device on fire.

Summary: You seriously want to get off to the thought of that beautiful stripper you saw dancing gracefully at the club, but did you actually expect you’d be as lucky so as to get him to fuck you?

Word count: 1.7k+

Masterlist.

His silvery black hair complemented his skillful movements on the pole at the center of the stage, and consequently he was the cynosure of all eyes that were on his graceful, fluid body. For a while, everybody seemed to have forgotten they were at a strip club, admiring his dancing as if he were doing the Ballet at the Academy of Contemporary Dance.

His performance was slowly drawing to an end, and he gave it a grand finish by running up to a man seated at the front row (who was presumably very rich AND easily three times the stripper’s age) and grinding his hips onto the man’s lap in a series of eloquent movements for near to about thirty-five seconds. The audience gave him a thunderous applause, which as it was easy to tell, had never ever happened for a stripper, at least in this particular club.

You shifted on your seat slightly. Knowing you were soaking wet after the performance you had just witnessed, you fought the urge to touch yourself and make it to your grand finish. The strip show was to continue, and you could not bring yourself to miss even a second of it, because they were charging three hundred dollars for each hour spent there.

Another stripper came up on stage to take his place, but the audience was still whispering about the silvery black-haired guy that had set the stage on fire.

“What is his name?”

“Jimin, I think. Heard he is just twenty-two…”

“I heard he’s learnt contemporary dancing…”

“Fuck, his plump lips made me imagine my cock inside his mouth in fourteen different ways…”

You bit your lip. The silvery black-haired guy had distracted you so much that you couldn’t believe the magic he had spelled on all of you. You excused yourself to go to the restroom, when in reality all you wanted to do was to get off to the thought of that silvery black-haired guy…what was his name? Ah yes, Jimin.

You began strutting on your black heels down the low-lighted, red-carpeted corridor to the restroom, but you couldn’t find where it was. You looked around for someone to give you directions and spotted the silhouette of a lone guy standing in the dark towards the end of the corridor. You quickened your pace and reached him, just on time, before he entered the room on his right. You tapped on his shoulders.

“Excuse me, could you please…wow.” Your words got stuck in your throat as he turned around, letting you admire the form of the silvery black-haired guy from before, now standing this close to you. He turned around and flashed you a toothy smile before saying, “Excused.”

“Yeah, umm…we-ell…you’re J-Jimin, right?” You stuttered like an imbecile and hated yourself for doing that.

“Y-yes, I’m Jimin.” He did an impression of you before giving you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I was just kidding.”

You smiled shyly. “I just wanted to ask you where the restroom is…” You came to the point directly, but didn’t feel like leaving his charismatic presence.

“You can use the one in this room, if you like.” He gestured in the direction of the door both of you were standing at. “This is my room, just for your information.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, not being able to believe your good luck, as he opened the door for you. You went straight in the direction of the toilet and heard the room door get bolted shut from the inside. You turned around in his direction, just to see him removing the sparkly, fake diamond-studded black vest that he had worn for his dance. You gulped at the delicious sight of his topless self, those well-defined abs and lean muscles of his biceps accentuating his sexy form to a Godlike appearance.

‘What am I doing?’ You thought, breaking into smile that disappeared as soon as you entered the toilet. It didn’t have a bolt, how would you lock it shut?!

‘Here goes nothing.’ You hadn’t come there to use the toilet, after all. And why imagine his self to get off to when you had him in all of his glory, right there?

You exited the toilet after touching up your makeup. Jimin was sitting at the edge of his four-poster bed, looking straight ahead at the white walls, still topless with nothing but his makeup, jewelry and tight black pants on. In short, he looked like a dream.

The room had been illuminated by the dim red-colored light of a lampshade by the side of the bed. The dim lighting caught your attention for a bit.

“Hey…” You stage-whispered. He turned around and sat cross-legged on the mattress, facing you.

“Hi.” He bit his plump lower lip.

“I loved your performance.” You had nothing else to say, you stood captivated by his beauty.

“Thanks.” He nodded with a slight smile, eyeing your form with a keen, interested gaze.

“You are-” Both of you started speaking together. Jimin smiled a bit and said, “You speak first.”

“Yeah, you are so hot.” You spoke shamelessly, knowing that you were both alone, after all, in a locked room.

“It’s funny, I was going to say the same thing.” He tilted his head to the side, licking his lips, checking you out as shamelessly as you were doing it.

“I wanna-” You both started together, yet again. This time Jimin chuckled. “You speak first.”

“I wanna have sex with you.”

“Yeah, same.” Jimin gestured with his index finger for you to come closer to him, and sat at the edge of the bed. He bit his lip as he spread his legs a little, pulling you in by your waist. He let his fingers linger at your thighs, at the hem of your little black dress.

“You’re gonna charge me for this, right?”

Jimin laughed. “No, if you let me fuck you without using a condom AND if you let me cum inside you.”

“Why?”

Your cute, open-mouthed expression made him laugh again, and he whispered. “I wanna feel you.” His hot breath hit the exposed skin of your chest (because of your low-cut dress) and you felt the warmth in your core explode.

“Are you not on the pill?” He asked next, face suddenly all serious.

“Oh, don’t worry. I am.” You mouthed the answer, stroking his hair as you locked your gaze at his enticing lips. You lowered your face and smashed your lips against his.

A few moments had passed before he pulled away and slid his hands under your dress, fingers teasingly caressing the soft skin of your ass cheeks. He tugged at your black lace panties (that matched with your dress) and pulled them down. He then picked the pair up and walked to a closet. He threw them inside and locked it shut.

“Why did you do that?” You were amused.

“I like to keep souvenirs of all the chicks I’ve done.” He shrugged and pushed you to lay you down on your back, on the bed. Your legs dangled from the edge of the bed, and Jimin pushed them apart gently to stand in between them, his hands palming his cock from the outside of his tight black pants.

You couldn’t believe your eyes when he slipped out of his pants, eyes widening into saucers because of two reasons-

One: He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Two: His cock was easily the biggest you had ever seen.

“Don’t tell me you go around with a monster cock like that!” You exclaimed in astonishment.

“Yeah, I do.” He chuckled softly, rubbing his member furiously for a short while, moaning low moans while trying to decide what to do with you. He helped you out of your dress and your bra, and now you lay there, stark naked, in front of his alluring form and waiting for him to start fucking you.

“Once I’m done with you, you’ll beg for my cock every night.” He spoke in a cocky tone, before spitting on two of his fingers and inserting them inside your tight wet fuckhole, the continuous sliding-in-and-out movement making an embarrassing sloppy sound.

“You do seem ready for me, babe.” He moaned, stroking his cock a few times before he lifted your legs up and hoisted them on his shoulders, and slid his member with almost no effort into your slick pussy. You moaned out a response incoherently, and that brought a mischievous smile on his face.

The fucking picked up pace, and soon he was gliding in and out of you at a speed almost unachievable by mortal standards. Loud, indecent noises of skin-slapping and incessant moaning filled the room. While he was still rolling his trained dancer hips, he threw a question at you, in between pleasured, musical groans.

“Y-you haven’t told me your n-name yet…”

Your eyes flitted shut in ecstasy as you felt his hands cup and fondle your breasts. “My n-name is Y-Y/N.”

“Ohhh…Y/N…” He pulled at your nipples lightly with his teeth, moaning. At that moment, your name sounded the most magical word that ever existed, to your ears. “T-that’s a nice name.” His thrusts had started getting sloppier and you knew he was nearing his climax.

You moaned a “thank you” as best as you could, while you began rubbing at your clit to help reach your own high.

“Ah…that’s it…my baby…your pussy…i-it feels so good, s-so tight!” He was groaning uncontrollably.

Not much later he came, without warning, inside you. It felt so good to get filled up again.

Your circular rubbing motions on your clit and his seed filling you up to the brim worked in perfect synchronization to help you come, screaming his name at the top of your lungs as you squirted all over his dick, wetting the violet-colored bedcovers as well, having the most fantastic orgasm you had ever had.

You lay flat on the huge bed, breathing rapidly while he plopped himself down onto the ground, grunting occasionally as he struggled to catch his breath.

“That was wonderful, Y/N.” He flashed you a sexy side smile, his sweaty face increasing his hotness quotient by a million times. “I loved it.”

“Yeah, me too.” You almost melted.

“Let’s exchange phone numbers.” He proposed, “Y’know, just so we can stay in touch. I would love to go out with you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Are you serious? But won’t the club disallow you from engaging with your clients at a personal level?”

“They’d never know.” Jimin stood up and hovered over your body. He caressed the skin of your tummy as he began kissing your neck. “I’m way more smarter than these sixty-year old nuts here.”

“You’re so humble.” You said sarcastically, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He winked at you.

“But before that, another round?”

A/N: So, how did it go? Constructive criticism is welcome through the replies to this post or through direct messages. Please don’t hesitate to point out any shortcomings in my writing. Please?

And one more thing, I have decided to introduce a permanent taglist to go with each one of my imagines. Anyone who wishes to get added can either reply to this post or message me directly.

Lastly, keep calm and stream Butter like your life depends on it.

#Jimin

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This is so damn hot! If I came home to Jimin naked and hard on the couch I’d drop to my knees faster than he could blink 😭 And I love the way you wrote the dirty talk and descriptions, I think this style of writing really suits you!!

OKAY SO: A one shot where reader and Jimin were sexting texting while reader is at work and she jokingly says “you better be naked when I get home”. But when she gets home she finds Jimin actually naked on the couch jerking off and waiting for her and they end up fucking on the couch or floor 🥵🥵 you’re free to do whatever you want with this but I just had to get this idea off my chest! (I’m going to hell for this one I know it)

If you’re going to hell for sending it then I’m definitely going to hell for writing it lmaooo. I hope you like it! ✨🔥

Jimin x Reader (f)

Word count: 1504

Warning for nsfw content!

Your phone gives a little ding from the place on your desk, and you sigh, thankful for the distraction. You’ve been at work all day, and with your shift nearly over you’re more than ready to head home. Grabbing for your phone, you let out an ugly laugh when you see ‘Sexxx God 😩🤰’ pop up. You really shouldn’t have let him mess with your phone.

‘Babbbbyyyyyy when are you gonna be home? I miss you 😢’ You giggle and type back to remind him you’re off at 6 like every other night of the week. After sending it, there’s instantly little bubbles on the screen to indicate that he’s replying.

‘Would you come home earlier if I gave you some motivation? 😩😘😜’

He’s sent a selfie with the text, winking into the camera with a goofy smile on his face. You chuckle but decide to play a long with him since there’s nothing better to do till the end of the day.

‘Hmmm maybe. But you better be naked when I get home 😈’

Jimin goes silent after this, so you put your phone down and get back to work. There’s only about 45 minutes left of your shift at this point, so you finish off the rest of a report you have due next week before it’s time to go.

You quickly gather up all your belongings and head to your car, nearly speeding to get home. You missed your boyfriend dearly, and it was clear that he wanted to cuddle and just chill tonight. After working your car, you nearly sprint to your apartment and make your way to the door, unlocking it and letting yourself through.

“Holy shit.” You let out a gasp, eyes nearly popping out of your head as you spot Jimin on the couch in the living room, naked as can be, legs spread out. He’s sweating slightly, hand wrapped around his cock as he quickly jerks himself off. His head is thrown back, lips parted as small groans escape. Hearing you open the door, he looks over and smirks, still thrusting up into his hand.

“Welcome home baby. I did what you asked.” You kick your shoes off, practically tearing your shirt off as you walk over to him. He doesn’t waste any time, his hands coming out to grasp at your slacks and pull them off on a fluid motion. Standing there in a bra and underwear, Jimin gazes at you like a goddess.

“Keep rubbing your dick for me.” He instant wraps his hand back around himself, flicking his wrist up and down slowly as his mouth parts. You tease him, rubbing your hands up and down your body before gripping at your tits and squeezing lightly. He lets out a little ‘fuck’ as you wander down your body, fingers going past your panties to gently rub at your clit. You give a pleasured sigh, knowing Jimin as all his attention on you.

“Can’t do this anymore, I’ve been waiting all day for this, fuck.” Taking his hand off himself, Jimin wraps his arms around you from his sitting position, each hand grabs at your ass and pulls you forward quickly. He leans in and licks a line up your stomach before dropping at your bra, leaving small kisses along the underside of your breasts. Pulling your hand out of your underwear, Jimin catches it with his mouth before sucking your fingers in. He lazily runs his tongue around each digit, moaning at the taste before letting them fall out of his mouth.

You feel warmth come to your face as you reach for the clasp of your bra and unhook it, letting the fabric fall from your body. Jimin is instantaneously going in for your tits, tongue playing with one nipple and his hand comes up to play with the other. You savor this for a bit, feeling his hot mouth and hands roam over your breasts hotly. Before too long though, he’s reaching for your hips.

Pulling you gently, he deposits you onto the couch next to him, on leg slung up over the back of the couch and the other one falling open toward the floor. There’s a prominent wet spot on your underwear and Jimin smiles before allowing himself a closer look.

“You’re soaked baby, cunt’s so wet just for me huh?” His tongue comes out to swipe at your slit over your underwear and your hips twitch upward at the feeling. Jimin brings his hands up to hold your thighs apart and licks at your clothed pussy, watching as the wet spot grows.

It doesn’t take long before he’s ripping your underwear off, his right hand coming forward to thrust two fingers inside of you, confident that you’re wet enough. He places a finger on your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion in quick succession as he speeds his fingers up. After a while you’re gasping for air at this point, feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap.

“Cum for me, wanna feel your pussy clench around my fingers.” Your orgasm washes over you, insanely intense as he continues to finger fuck you through it. You have to push his hand away to get a breather, feeling your legs twitch lightly.

Coming down from the high, you glance over to your boyfriend, and he looks absolutely ravenous. His eyes are trained on you, and his cock sitting hard and heavy between his legs, dripping precum from the tip. You lick your lips hungrily before crawling over to him, raising your body up onto his lap.

Straddling his thighs, you guide his cock into you as you sink down without hesitation. Letting out a moan, you grab his shoulders for leverage and raise yourself up and down, feeling him stretch you out repeatedly as you bounce on his dick.

“Oh fuck, Jimin.” The stretch is a lot right off the bat, your boyfriends thick cock stretching your walls to the limit. Jimin wraps his arms around you, pulling you in so you’re flush against his chest. He buries his face into your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving multiple love bites. It’s so warm with the both of you practically melting into each other.

“God, you feel so good Y/N. Taking my cock so well.” Bringing your legs up, you start to really work for it, pushing yourself up and down faster. Jimin’s hands roam at your body, his hands coming down on your ass to give a few swift smacks. It continues like this for a bit before your legs start to tire, and you slow slightly. Jimin takes notice of this pretty quickly, giving your ass cheek a little pinch.

“Need some help beautiful?” You nod shyly and he doesn’t waste any time. He holds you tightly and picks you up from your position on his lap and leans down to deposit you on the floor. He manages to stay inside of you the whole time, and you give little squeaks at being jostled around.

Jimin grabs both of your ankles, bending your legs back till they’re practically over your head and sinks back in. His cock is so deep, touching places that set your lower stomach ablaze. Staring up at him, you see his mouth pull up into a satisfied smirk.

“Think you can take my cock like this Y/N? Your pussy’s soaked already so I bet you can.” He doesn’t wait for a reply before he starts drilling into you, thrusting at an ungodly pace. You instinctively go to close your legs from the intense feeling, but Jimin holds on tight, keeping you spread out for his taking.

“Feel good? Bet it feels good to have my fat cock stretching out your tight little pussy.” You moan out a yes, not being able to formulate anything else. It feels so good, your cunt clenching around Jimin as he drops your legs to raise his hands back to your tits. He pulls at your nipples, flicking his thumbs over them until they’re red from abuse.

“Fuck me harder Jimin please. Feels so fucking good!” He’s practically laying on top of you now, fucking into you at breakneck speed. You’re both moaning loudly, likely pissing off your neighbors but who cares. Jimin snakes his fingers back down to your clit and it’s game over.

Your vision goes white, and you clench down, pussy spasming around Jimin as you cry out with your orgasm. Jimin doesn’t last either, letting out a whine as he thrusts into you as deeply as possible before cumming, efficiently painting your insides white. You let out a low groan as you feel him twitching inside of you, emptying himself completely.

You lay there together panting, Jimin dead weight in top of you. Laughing, you give him a little smack push at him which results in him rolling off your body. Laying side by side, you’re naked and sweaty as hell but smiling.

“Well, that was definitely worth the wait.”

#Jimin

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