#he'd smell so good... i think. idk i just want to curl up together after having him help me with my work ueueueeee i miss him!!!!

[salsflore]

ahhh i had such a tiring day but the thought of coming home to taru is so refreshing hehehe...

[kimnjss]

make it up to you | pjm

⇢ pairing: jimin x reader ⇢ genre: smut + a tiny bit of fluff. ⇢ word count: 3.3K ⇢ theme: idol!boyfriend, established relationship, slice of life. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: dom/sub themes, switch!jimin, switch!reader, cursing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be safe), oral sex (f. receiving), hair pulling, nipple play, fingering (f. receiving), slight cumplay, spit, finger sucking... i think that might be it idk man i got carried away...  ⇢ summary: after missing your birthday because of work, jimin is determined to make it up to you... in the best way he knows how.

If there was one thing you knew you could count one when it came to your boyfriend, it was that he did not break his promises. Held them at the highest regard and always stuck to his word. So when he promised that he'd be around to spend every hour of your birthday with you, your mind instantly began to map up all the things that the two of you could do that day. Not even taking a second to wonder if his busy schedule would allow it.

 Now, sat on your couch, dressed prettily in a form-fitting cocktail dress with nowhere to go, you were starting to wish you had taken the time to check if he'd actually be able to make it.

 Jimin was a busy guy, if he wasn't on tour than there was an interview, or maybe a photoshoot, dance practice always a reoccurring interruption, as was the shooting of his variety show. It was safe to say that you weren't surprised that he didn't have a lot of time to hang out with you, you were used to it.

 Prepared for it when he had asked you to be his. You hardly even minded it because for the most part, you were able to tag along and although his attention was really fully on you, you liked being around him.

 You had just thought it would be different this time. For no other reason than that he promised. There was no way you could even bring yourself to being upset with him. He had been texting you all day, making his attempts to get away known with each message. He just wasn't able to.

 With a huff, you were standing up on your feet; fingers grasping at the elastic holding your hair up and letting it down. You kicked the heels off your feet before, grudgingly making your way up the stairs.

 Next came off the dress that he had bought for you, especially for this day. Underneath, you wore a pretty lingerie set that you had planned to surprise him with when the night finally made its way back to your house.

 You slid your robe onto your body, taking a seat on your vanity to remove your makeup. Sharing your boyfriend with the entire world had never felt this crappy before. You want to scream, kick something, cry... but you couldn't even find it in you to be upset because it wasn't his fault.

 It wasn't like he could just ditch for a day just to be around you, no matter how much you wished he could. And you understood that, but that didn't mean you weren't more than bummed that your relationship seemed to take a hit each time he missed out on something.

 You loved him, though. Loved that huge smile he got whenever he was able to spend time with you, loved how the same smile spread over his features when he was on stage. He was happy, in both parts of his life. Who were you to whine about it? You wanted him to be happy.

 Just as you finished removing your eye makeup, you heard the sound of your front door slamming closed. Jimin's quick heavy steps climbed up the stairs as he called out your name. Just like that, your heart was fluttering.

 The door to your bedroom pushed up, revealing your very exhausted, very sad boyfriend. The shirt that he had neatly ironed this morning was wrinkled, drying with sweat. He had changed out of his jeans into a pair of sweats and his hair was sticking up as if he had been running his fingers through it all day.

 The look on his face was what gave you a real pang in the heart. Lips fixed in a pout and sleepy eyes frowning. “Baby,” He sighed, making his way in your direction. “I'm so fucking sorry, baby. I couldn't get away.” He was by your side now, crouched down so he could look at you.

 A gentle hand found your bare thigh, thumb brushing against your skin in a calming motion. “The photographer was late, something about a lost lens or whatever... so we didn't start too late, which made us late getting to the studio. My vocals were shit so we had to keep going over it and the more time we went, the more frustrated I got... because I knew you were waiting for me, but that only made me fuck up more.”

 You weren't looking at him, because you didn't want to give way to how sad you were that he had missed today. He must've been beating himself up all day, you didn't want to add to it. “Then we had a radio interview, through the phone and none of us knew about it, so we weren't ready. Joon really saved our asses with that one, seriously. By the time we got to practice, there was no way I'd make it.” He sighed, chin resting on your knee as he looked up at you. “I know how much you were looking forward to our special day together,” 

 “I know how much you were looking forward to our special day together,” He pouted and you shook your head, pushing a smile onto your lips, hoping to calm the worry between his brows. “It's alright, Jimin. Really.”

 The tips of his fingers toyed with the ends of your silk robe, “It's not.” The feeling of his lips trailing wet kisses up your thigh quickly caught your attention, wide eyes finding him. “Let me make it up to you.” His words were muffled considering his mouth was more concentrated on marking your skin.

 Jimin looked so good like this, on his knees in front of you ready to make you feel good however you wanted. His thick lips sucking hickeys into your warming skin as his hands palmed at your ass, pulling you closer.

 You could feel the lace of your panties becoming damp, sticking to your pussy. No longer sad that he had missed out, but excited for him to make it up to you. Big puppy dog eyes were finding yours, waiting. His lips stopping their assault.

 Your fingers laced through his hair, using your grip to pull his head back so you could look at his face fully. A smirk found its way onto your lips, from the look of his red swollen lips and needy expression. “What do you want, baby?” The coddling, coo of your voice came naturally.

 His lower lip poked out, hands moving forward to find your thighs. Jimin squeezed, loving the way you mindlessly spread your legs for him. “I want to make you feel good. Feel you come on my tongue,”

 “You sure you deserve that? You made me wait all day, that doesn't sound like a good boy.” His face contorted and you watch his cock twitch beneath his sweatpants. A single hand of his moved down to adjust himself.

 “I'm sorry. I'll be good now, I promise.” The look in his eye was nearly enough to push you over the edge. It wasn't often Jimin waved his dominance, allowing you to take the lead. Out of the few times that he had, you were soon realizing that you liked being on the other end of it a bit too much.

 “Fine,” You breathed, releasing his hair and dropping the act. There was no denying how much you loved the feeling of his tongue on you, almost as much as he loved having it there. With the grip he held on your thighs, he tugged your body further so you were only halfway sitting on the chair.

 Your robe pushed up and bunched around your waist. Jimin leaned forward, tongue finding the apex of your thigh, making you jump. He chuckled, continuing to tongue and kiss at the area as the tips of his fingers pushed your panties to the side.

 Jimin could smell the sweet smell of your arousal. The scent clouding his senses and intoxicating his mind. Fuck, he missed you. Just as much as you liked seeing him below you, he liked being able to look at you from this angle. Your pretty pussy, wet and glistening and all he had to do was tilt his head a bit and he could see the fucked out look on your face.

 You shifted above him, the anticipation of feeling his tongue against your core getting the best of you. A small sexy grin slid onto his lips, sensing your impatience. He was getting ready to tease you, you could just tell. Knitting your fingers in his hair, you tugged him toward where you wanted him.

 “Don't even think about it,” You tried to speak sternly, ignoring the desperate whine that coated your words. “You're so fucking wet already,” He noted, with a breathy sigh against your clit. You shuddered, the tips of his fingers running along your slit. Jimin pulled his fingers away, pushing the digits into his mouth.

 His sultry gaze on you as he flicked his tongue around his fingers, sucking your wetness from his fingers. Thick lips putting on a big show as he cleaned them off, leaving them slippery with his saliva.

 A surprised gasp left your lips when he pushed those very fingers into your heat, your pussy instantly clenching around them. Your head fell back, eyes falling closed as you felt his warm tongue flick against your clit. His fingers moving in and out of you slowly, pulling breathy moans from your lips.

 “F-fuck! Jimin-” You pant out when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking; his fingers curling inside of you at the same time. “R-right... fuck-, don't stop!”

 Your fingers in his hair wake, pushing him closer to your dripping pussy. A leg lifting until you were able to rest your foot against his shoulder, opening up more room to his relentless tongue. You could feel his smirk against your core, loving how needy you were becoming.

 Jimin's tongue laps from your clit to your folds quickly, while keeping up with the drilling pace of his fingers. The tip of his fingers brushing against the soft spot deep inside of you. You let out a yelp as he pushes against it, allowing him to lift your other leg over his shoulder.

 “Jimin,” You pant, walls clenching around his fingers. You can feel your body tightening, becoming tenser and tenser as you reach your climax. Jimin grins at that, pulling his mouth from your clit. “You're so fucking close, baby. I can feel it.” He groans, eyes never lifting to find yours.

 He's quick with leaning back down, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking- hard. You let out a scream, back arching and pussy being pushed firmly against his lips. He takes it, continuing with the relentless licks of his tongue as your hips began to rock against him.

 His name falls from your lips at the end of a broken cry, your orgasm building. Stomach tightening. Legs shaking as the feeling overwhelms you, the warmth that started in your belly quickly spreading all over your body.

 Blunt nails dig into his scalp as you pin him to you, holding him in place as you began to ride out your orgasm. Jimin has no intention of stopping, his tongue nor his fingers slowing down as he fucks into you. He doesn't let up until the sensitivity starts to get to you. Sunk back into your chair, your hands bat his hand away and he removes the slowly.

 Your pussy clenches at the emptiness, whines when his lips are removed. Jimin leans up until he's face to face with you, taking out your fucked out expression. “Fuck, I wish you could see how sexy you look,” He breathes.

 His lips are against yours before you have the chance to answer. Tongue tasting heavily of your arousal running over your lower lip, before pushing its way through. Jimin's hand gripped your throat, holding your head in place. He's licking into your mouth as if he were a man starved and you were his last meal.

 Your head's spinning, barely noticing the grip he held on your hips. Not until he was lifting your body off of your chair, coaxing you to wrap your legs around his waist. His lips break from yours once he's standing straight, you're clinging to him like a koala.

 “I need to fuck you.” Jimin carries you effortlessly to the bed. The roles had definitely been reverse, whatever dominance you had, had been handed off to him long ago. He lowers you on the bed, attention falling to undoing the drawstring of his sweats.

 Your fingers do the same on the bow of your robe, shrugging the garment off of your shoulders just in time for him to look up. Jimin sucked in a thick breath, eyes taking you in. “This is new,” He grinned, lowering himself on the bed; his body hovering over yours.

 “You've always looked good in white, baby.” He complimented, the tips of his fingers finding the lace of your bra and tracing the pattern. Jimin's lips press a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to your ear. “You're so beautiful,” He mumbled for only you to hear, his teeth nipping at your lobe.

 You felt the blush spread from your cheeks to your chest, never able to mask how much his praise affected you. Good thing he couldn't see you, no doubt he'd pin you with a teasing smirk if he noticed your flushed face.

 His skilled fingers tug the cup of the left side of your bra down until your breast was spilling out, he moved to do the same to the other side. Your nipples instantly growing harder than they already were from the cold air.

 His thumb gently brushes against the curve of your breast, until he's able to cup it. The moan slips from your lips when you feel his fingers pinching at your nipple. He chuckles, head lifting from the crook of your neck. He's quick to wrap his lips around your nipple, loving the way your back arches as his teeth graze over it.

 You squirm underneath him, shamelessly grinding your wet pussy against his hipbone as he begins to suck, fingers rolling and tugging on the other side. “Jimin, please.” You manage to choke out.

 Jimin doesn't say a word, only shifts until his cock between your folds. He thrusts forward, the ridges of his length brushing your clit. A gasp falls from your lips. “I need you, please...” You all but beg.

 That stupid smirk stays pinned on his face as he acts as if he hasn't heard you, continuing to slide his cock against you. Your hips are moving, half matching his pace, half trying to get him inside of you.

 Jimin would've kept up with his teasing, but he could quickly feel himself falling apart. A strong hand dipped between you, grasping his cock in his hand. His eyes stay on yours as he aligns the head with your entrance. Jaw-dropping as he pushes it past.

 “I love how easily you open up for me...” The sentence was quiet enough to be for himself, but you heard him. Taking pride in his words as you spread your legs wider. Slowly, he slides into you. Watching the way your face twists with every added inch. He grunts once he's finally buried inside of you, a shaky breath falling from your lips.

 Your moaning at the slow drag of him pulling back, his tip is the only thing left until he's quickly snapping his hips forward again, filling you up once more and pulling a gargled scream from your lips.

 “Fuck, you feel so good,” He whines. He's set an almost brutal pace, your body sliding up and down on the mattress. His head dips down, lips clasping around a hardened nipple as he cups the free breast. Nails dig into his back, legs wrapped around him, keeping him from going too far back each time he moved back.

 Your mouth had taken the permanent 'O' shape, eyes rolling back into your head. His unoccupied hand is making its way between your legs, finding your neglected clit. He rolls it around between his fingers, quickly pushing you toward the edge.

 “I...I'm c-close!” You cry, walls tightening around his cock. Jimin lets out a groan at the feeling. His teeth sink into your nipple, successfully pushing you over the edge. Cries of his name fall from your lips as your orgasm washes over you. “So...f-fucking tight,” His hands moved, wrapping securely around your waist to hold you to him.

 “You're gonna make me cum,” He sounds breathless, trying to keep up with his pace even with the way your pussy clenches around him. His body tightens underneath your hands, incoherent sentences leaving his lips as he spills deep inside of you.

 “Jimin, fuck.” You moan, reveling in the feeling of him filling you up with his arousal. He mouths at your neck, trying to calm himself as he empties his dick inside of you. 

 He's pulling out once your breathing returned to its normal pace, the mixture of your release pouring out of you and slipping between your ass, wetting the mattress. Jimin smirks, fingers collecting as much as he can before he's bringing them toward your lips.

 “Suck,” He instructs and your lips are wrapping around his digits without a second thought. Sloppily, you clean his fingers off, hands holding on to his wrists as you lap at your mixed juices. Jimin slowly pulls his fingers back, a thick layer of saliva connecting your lips to his fingers.

 He's leaning forward, tongue collecting the spit left on your chin before capturing your mouth with his. You moan against his tongue, fingers burying themselves in his hair. The kiss slowly shifts to hungry and desperate to loving and a little bit sleepy.

 Jimin's pulling back slowly, pressing a gentle peck to your mouth before rolling onto his back. You were quick to cuddle into his side, head resting on his chest. The two of you laid there for a while, neither of you ready to get up to get cleaned.

 “I'm sorry I missed your birthday,” He sighed, tips of his fingers tracing against your naked butt. You shook your head, placing a soothing kiss to his chest. “It's really fine, baby. I love the moments I get to spend with you. I know you're busy.”

 He nods deftly, the look on his face making it obvious the matter was still bothering him. You were sure of it when he was opening his mouth to speak again. “You know, with time zones and everything... your birthday could be tomorrow.”

 You let out a laugh, nodding your head. “That's true.”

 “I'm off tomorrow,” He was grinning really big, turned so he can look at you fully. Your heart warmed at the sight. Fuck, you loved this man. “Should we pretend tomorrow is your birthday and do everything right?” You knew he wasn't going to let this go until he was able to properly make it up to you.

 Plus a redo did sound nice. You were nodding your head and his smile was growing, his lips finding yours again. With some type of newfound energy, he was hopping out of bed. “Alright then, let's start this right... I'm gonna draw you a bath,” Jimin was quick to scoop you up in his arms, the string of laughs that left your lips warming his heart.

 He carried you all the way into the bathroom, stopping to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday, baby.”