#jimin's smut fest 2017

[dovechim]

ripe for the picking

anonymous asked: 

Can I get My cum's dripping out, let me push it back in you and lift up your skirt and show me that right ass of yours with jimin cuz I’m such a hoe for jimin!!

➾10/13 (the magic number!!!!!) of jimin’s smut fest 2017

Jimin is one of the least possessive boyfriends you’ve had.

He’s completely fine with other men touching you, judging from his reactions, or lack thereof, when Jeongguk or Taehyung put their arms around your shoulders or even your waist. And while it’s odd for a hybrid to be so laid back like this, you don’t mind it one bit, because then you don’t have to be reduced to being someone else’s property.

It’s refreshing, to say the least.

Jeongguk is a needy little puppy, and if you didn’t see him as anything other than a little brother, you probably wouldn’t let him be so touchy with you. He currently has his head on your lap, with his eyes glued to the screen of the Mario Kart game that you’re beating his ass at.

You zoom past the finish line with ease, and Jeongguk throws his controller to the floor in frustration when he’s forced to retire from the game, burying his face between your thighs.

And that’s when Jimin happens to walk in, sweat glistening on his biceps and hair ruffled from the gym.

Your heart skips a beat, because even though Jimin doesn’t seem to react whenever Jeongguk or other men touch you, it’s somehow different this time when Jeongguk has his face buried in your fucking thighs. 

Upon seeing the younger boy nuzzling his nose into your lap, Jimin freezes, and you can see his nostrils flaring from all the way across the room.

Panic laces your bloodstream, and you throw Jeongguk’s head off your thighs in a sudden motion that gives the poor boy whiplash.

“Ow, noona!!” He protests, rubbing his neck, but then he sees the way Jimin’s jaw is clenched from the corner of his eye, and jerks away from you immediately, muttering some excuse before skirting around the other male to make his escape.

You nervously smooth your hands down your skirt to cover the exposed skin. “Oh, uh, hi Jimin, you’re back from the gym?”

Stupid, stupid question.

Jimin places his gym bag on the floor beside the couch, situating himself beside you. His heated hands are on your skin immediately, as if he couldn’t go another second without touching you.

“Have a good time with Jeon?” He buries his nose into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent, and at this point you can’t tell if he’s more horny or angry. 

“It was alright,” you swallow hard even as Jimin palms your thighs, pushing your skirt up to reveal bare skin. He gropes the meat of your thighs with intent, as if to replace Jeongguk’s touch from moments ago.

He’s definitely horny.

Jimin usually doesn’t really mind when other men touch you, because he knows that you’re his alone, but you smell different today, sweeter than usual, and that’s when it hits him.

He can smell the ripe scent of your ovulation, which was what set him off.

You’re oblivious to this fact, as all humans are, and he contemplates whether he should tell you or not, but decides against it. But the thought of Jeongguk being able to smell it as well, the ripe scent of a female in heat, and the fact that he was alone with you for hours before Jimin came home drives him crazy.

His hand slides up your inner thigh to find your core already soaking, and the scent of your heat grows so much more intense when he flips your skirt up completely.

“Hands and knees, baby.” His command comes out in a growl that makes you scramble to obey, and your show of submissiveness makes his cock throb even harder. “Lift up your skirt and show me that tight ass of yours.”

You arch your back for his viewing pleasure, flipping your skirt up to show him the soaked crotch of your panties. The sodden material clings to your lips obscenely, and Jimin groans at the sight.

He rips your panties down your thighs, stroking your slit a few times to make sure you’re really wet enough to take him before shoving his sweatpants down.

A single brush of his head against your folds is all it takes for him to clamp his hands around your hips and dive in to the hilt.

The feeling of his cock stretching you apart like this makes you drop your cheek onto the couch, and Jimin admires the view of your plump ass.

“Fuck, so tight and wet, only for me hmm? My little bitch?” Jimin can’t help but palm the fleshy globes as he strokes in and out of your heat.

“Yes, Jimin, go deeper, fuck, I’m your bitch,” you wiggle your hips backwards in an attempt to get him deeper.

Jimin allows himself to pound into you deeper, relishing the smack of skin against skin as he bottoms out inside you. “You feel so good, my little bitch in heat, fuck.”

Your wet heat that envelopes him and the scent of your ripeness sends fills him with nothing but lust, and he snaps his hips faster, feeling your walls start to flutter around his cock. Usually he doesn’t come this fast, but the thought of you being ripe just for him has him more worked up than usual, and before he knows it, he’s giving you a full load of his seed, coating your walls thoroughly till it begins to drip out over his length.

“Fuck, there’s so much cum,” you can feel the wetness dripping out from your pussy. Jimin reaches around to rub your clit just the way you like it, and it sends shocks through your entire body as your walls pulsate around him.

From Jimin’s position behind you he can see every glob of seed that drips out from your hole, and a primal sense of satisfaction wells up in his chest.

“It’s all dripping out, fuck, you’re so nasty,” you comment as he pulls out, and the cum begins to leak out of you without anything to keep it in. You reach back to swipe your fingers through the mess, trying to figure out just how messy he made you, when he stops you with a hand on your lower back. 

You can feel the blunt head of his dick at your entrance again, gathering up the cum from your lips as it slides back into you.

“I know,” you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he gives a few slow thrusts. “Let me push it back inside, so that the next time Jeon comes over he can smell it all over you.”

[glimmerofhob]

2017/2018 Rules, FAQ, and Welcome!

Hiya folks! Welcome to the 2017/2018 round of the Glimmer of Hob fest! You may remember Sugoi Deer of last year. Well, I’m rebranding, and for the second Hobi fic fest, there’s a new name and a new format!

Instead of involving Livejournal at all, everything for the fest will be centered around Twitter/Tumblr and AO3. Prompts will be submitted via Google spreadsheet rather than in the comments of a Livejournal post. In addition, fics will be submitted via AO3 directly. Hopefully, this change will make everything more convenient for everyone involved!

Now that the change announcements are out of the way, time for some information about the fest for people just joining this year and those who need a refresher course!

PROMPTING RULES

Do not write a small novel as your prompt. Prompts should be succinct and open enough to give the writer room to play around. However, prompts also shouldn’t be so sparse that the writer has nothing to work with.

BAD PROMPT EXAMPLE: Hoseok and Yoongi are rutabaga farmers in the 1920s. They’re neighbors and occasionally competition with one another until a drought happens. They’re left with no choice but to join forces for survival. Yoongi moves in with Hoseok and one night during a storm that finally comes, they wind up making out. Things are awkward from there for a while until eventually they talk about what happened. They decide they’d like it to keep happening. They live together as partners in both business and romance until A comes along and threatens to buy out Hoseok’s farm and disrupt their entire way of life. The fic ends with Hoseok and Yoongi still living together and still farming and everyone is happy. (Way way too specific.)

BAD PROMPT EXAMPLE: Jimin and Hoseok are neighbors and smut happens. (Way way too vague.)

GOOD PROMPT EXAMPLE: To say Hoseok is an overachiever would be an understatement. He’s got this compulsive need to be number one in everything. So when Seokjin comes along and starts to take Hoseok’s glory at work, delegating him to number two spot, Hoseok sets a plan in motion to get back on top--and it might involve getting on top of Seokjin. (Just enough info for writers to work with without stifling their creativity.)

List your dos and don’ts very carefully. Don’t expect a writer to read your mind and know you want lots of hand-holding if you don’t specify that in your do section. If you know you wouldn’t want to read mpreg, specify that you don’t want mpreg. Not keen on angst? Specify no angst.

WRITING RULES

Don’t panic. This fest is meant to be fun, not stressful. If at any point you feel you can’t continue, let me know. It’s totally okay and because this is a fest and not an exchange, no one will even know unless they hear it from you!

There is a zero-tolerance policy regarding plagiarism. This includes works by the same author previously published elsewhere. This fest requires brand new original work. Any works found to be plagiarized will be removed and the offending party will be banned from future participation.

Follow prompts to the best of your abilities but especially follow the prompter’s “don’t” list. For instance, if your chosen prompt specifies no smut, do not add smut. Submissions that do not follow this will be removed.

Your minimum word count for this fest is 2000. No less, but certainly more if your mojo allows.

Do not use stage names as primary name. For example, if you claim a fic in which Hoseok’s an underground rapper, you’re free to use J-Hope as his stage name. Do not use J-Hope as his actual name throughout the entire fic.

If your fic contains sensitive material, make use of the trigger warnings properly. For instance, if there is a scene that involves dubious consent, put that loud and clear in the warnings. If there’s talk of rape in a character’s past, write it in your warnings. If a scene involves drug or alcohol use, say so. I will remove fics from the collection and ban authors who do not tag sensitive material well.

Do NOT publicly reveal which fic is yours before official reveals are made. You’re free to let beta readers or friends in on what you’re working on as long as they don’t spill the beans publicly, either. Writers found in violation may be banned from future participation.

Do NOT post your work elsewhere, in whole or part, before reveals are made. You’re free to post your work wherever you want beginning 2/19 however!

FAQ

What is a fic fest? A fic fest is an event in which people submit prompts, writers choose prompts, and the end result is a lot of brand spankin’ new work to read!

How is this different from an exchange? With a fic exchange, you’re assigned a specific recipient and you must write prompts according to what that recipient wishes to receive. A fic fest offers a little more freedom - prompters don’t have to write, and writers don’t have to prompt. But you’re more than welcome to do both!

Can I submit more than one prompt? Absolutely! In fact, please do. The more prompts we have, the more options our writers will have. And, with any luck, more options means more participants. Hooray!

Can I claim more than one prompt? Short answer - no. Long answer - no, unless you submit your initial fic early and can definitely handle churning out a second. Should you fail to complete your second fic, though, you run the risk of not being able to participate in future fests.

Does it have to be a romantic ship? Can I request platonic ships? Yes, platonic ships are more than welcome! Your prompts don’t have to have a romantic slant to them. They don’t have to have smut if you don’t want smut. There doesn’t even have to be a pairing involved at all! The only requirement is that the fic’s main focus is Hoseok.

Can I request/write asexual/demisexual/genderfluid/transgender/etc. characters? You sure can! This fest welcomes all such interpretations as long as they’re handled in a respectful way.

Can I include other idols/actors? Sure! Crossovers are welcome. But please make sure the main focus is Hoseok.

Can I request OT3/4/+? You sure can! Just make sure you specify it in your prompt.

How will prompting work? Starting 6/30, you will be able to submit prompts to a spreadsheet. You may submit as many prompts as you’d like, but only one prompt per line in the spreadsheet.

How will claiming work? Starting 8/4, a google form will be available for you to submit your prompt requests. Your job as writer is to peruse the prompt sheet, pick out three (3) prompts that you’d like to work on, and submit them. You will be required to list your prompt choices in order from your most-desired choice, first backup, and second backup. You’ll then receive confirmation within 72 hours about which prompt you were assigned. For instance, if you select prompts 4, 2, and 1 as your top choices, but 4 was taken by another writer earlier on, you will be assigned prompt 2 instead. If 4 and 2 are taken, you will receive prompt 1. If all three are taken, I will notify you so that you can make three other choices. The spreadsheet will be kept as current as possible to minimize attempts at claiming already-claimed prompts. 

FEST TIMELINE

6/30/17 - Prompt submission begins

7/31/17 - Prompt submission ends

8/4/17 - Prompt claiming begins

8/18/17 - Prompt claiming ends

10/27/17 - First check-in

12/29/17 - Last day to drop out of the fest

1/8/18 - Second check-in

2/16/18 - Fics due

2/18/18 - Author reveals

CONTACT INFO

Got any questions that aren’t answered here? Want some clarification about a point? Please don’t hesitate to contact me! You can either send an ask on this here tumblr, @ the fest on Twitter (@glimmerofhob there, too!), or email me at glimmerofhob@gmail.com. Thanks for your interest, and please spread the word so we can celebrate Hobi’s birthday with a bang!

[dovechim]

wishbone 03 (m)

anonymous asked:  Hi there! This is for the Jimin birthday week drabbles. "Tell me that you love me, that I'm always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you're all I remember." Thank you 💕💕💕

anonymous asked:  Oh god this is the perfect sentence for Jimin let's be honest here...'Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember.'

anonymous asked:  jimin smutfest prompt? here u go!! "Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember."

anonymous asked:  Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember.

anonymous asked:  Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember. - pls❤️❤️❤️ #smutfest

➾ 12/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017 ➾ well.... since you’re here, might as well read parts 01 and 02 first. this is the final part of this series.  ➾ 4.2k ➾ warnings: mentions of non-con, unprotected sex, cumplay, cum eating, among others

The golf course is a dull, unexciting place- even though Jimin himself used to have an interest in the sport, after entering the world of shiny suits, glamorous watches and business deals, it became nothing but means to an end.

He resists the urge to run his fingers through his perfectly slicked back blonde hair as he follows his potential business partner, Kim Namjoon, to the next hole, twirling his club between his fingers as he watches him miss hit after hit. Over half a course left to go, and he has to put up this pathetic act of losing just so he can secure this deal.

The necklace that you’d returned him seems to be burning a hole from where it sits in his pocket, and ever since you left, he hasn’t let it leave his side. Hoping that maybe he if keeps it on him, the next time he sees you, he’ll have the courage to confess how he fucking needs you in his life, not just as a sugar baby, but as something more.

Ever since he’d met you, he’d definitely noticed a change in himself- he became a lot more easy-going, relaxed and cheerful- a far cry from his austere, no nonsense self that his company was used to.

Jimin lines up his club to take a shot, very aware of Namjoon’s watchful eyes on him. He switches the angle of his club at the last second, causing the ball to fly way off course, and attempts a nonchalant shrug in response, even as Namjoon pats his back in consolation.

“Not so good at this eh? I suppose we’ll have to discuss more deals at the golf club then!” The taller man guffaws, and Jimin smiles tightly back. 

“Definitely, I could use more of your guidance, Mr Kim.”

“Oh not and all, you flatter me,” Namjoon reaches into the golf bag lying nearby for another ball to hand to Jimin. “Here, take another shot- oh wait, it seems like we’re all out.”

Jimin holds back a sigh of relief- at least this was coming to an end earlier than expected. But then Namjoon raises his hand and calls out for more balls, and of course the staff come running at his beck and call. He turns toward the driving range that seems to stretch on for miles and miles- rolling hills of green further than the eye can see- in an attempt to gather his composure.

“… never seen you before. You new here, miss?” Jimin manages to catch the tail end of Namjoon’s sentence, his salacious, greasy tone sending shivers down his spine.

“Yes sir.” A strikingly familiar voice responds, and Jimin tenses every muscle in his body to keep himself from whirling around on the spot, instead opting to turn around naturally instead.

And he comes face to face with you, dressed in the staff uniform of a pink polo shirt and white tennis skirt, complete with a name tag and all. For a second, your gazes lock, and Jimin takes in a sharp breath, because you’re even more beautiful than he remembered, and more so now that you’re no longer his.

In the weeks that stretched on after you had left him in his office that day, he’d been too much of a coward to contact you first, but it looks like fate is on his side this time.

“Very nice,” Namjoon’s voice interrupts, and your eyes snap back to the taller man. “Would you mind taking care of us this afternoon? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing matters to attend to…”

Jimin can see the slight discomfort on your features as Namjoon’s eyes linger on your legs, left bare by your tiny little tennis skirt that stops above mid-thigh, and he suddenly feels enraged.

“O-of course sir,” you rush to comply, giving him a little bow as you pick up the golf bag on the floor and sling it onto your other shoulder. “It would be my pleasure.”

“No, I believe the pleasure would be mine, baby. You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?” Namjoon is getting bolder and bolder, empowered by his position of wealth and authority, and Jimin feels sick to his stomach hearing the other man call you such an intimate petname.

You’re struggling to maintain your professionalism, all while resisting the urge not to tug your skirt down over your thighs to shield them from his leery gaze, and it physically pains Jimin to watch you suffer in silence like this.

He clears his throat. “I think we should move on. There are other golfers waiting for this hole.”

He walks on ahead, placing a hand on the other man’s shoulders to force him to follow, and thankfully Namjoon complies. When they reach the next hole, Namjoon turns to you, holding out his hand for a ball which you produce almost immediately.

“Set it down for me will you sweetheart? My back is bothering me today.” Namjoon gestures to the little tee on the ground used to support the ball so that it can be hit from standstill.

You nod in reply, taking a few steps forward with the golf ball in your hand as you bend to place it on the tee, painfully aware of your short skirt and the two men standing behind you. Unfortunately, you can’t place the ball in position without bending over fully, and the weight of the golf bags on your shoulders makes it even harder.

Beside him, Namjoon whistles quietly at the sight of you bending over in front of him, nudging Jimin as the backs of your smooth thighs are slowly revealed. Your skirt rides up to flash them both a view of the white safety shorts underneath-they barely cover your ass, but still better than nothing. Jimin heaves a sigh of relief that at least some of your modesty is preserved, but the damage is done.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty little thing right there isn’t she?” Namjoon’s attention is entirely focused on your ass cheeks in your skirt, sounding a little disappointed when you straighten and they’re hidden from view. “Just a little more, and you can almost see her pussy.”

Jimin didn’t realise he was clenching his fists so hard till pinpricks of pain radiate through his palm, and he has to consciously remind himself that he can’t punch Namjoon in the nose. He has half a mind to tell him that he can shove that golf ball up his own ass, but then you’re already within hearing distance of them, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“There you go, Mr Kim,” you gesture for him to take his shot, and as he steps forward, you’re left standing side by side with Jimin.

“I… I didn’t know you were working here,” Jimin barely musters up the courage to start a conversation, painfully aware of the little amount of time he has before Namjoon rejoins them.

“Just started not too long ago,” your voice is cold and unemotional, and Jimin swallows hard to suppress the sudden ache that manifests in his chest.

“Ho-how are you doing? Are you okay? Is everything- are you getting by?” The moment the words leave his mouth, Jimin wants to take them back- this isn’t what he meant to say, because now it seems like all he’s concerned with is your financial wellbeing, when it’s so much more than that.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, even as Namjoon misses a shot. “Just doing what I have to get by.”

“_____, listen, I-“

“Well, that was a shame,” Namjoon exclaims as he strolls back leisurely, swinging his club. “Jimin, you should take a shot too! Sweetheart, help him set up the ball too would you?”

Jimin is about to refuse his offer, wanting to spare you the humiliation, but the alternative would be to leave you alone with Namjoon, and he’d rather get run over by a tractor than to stand by and leave you alone with that creep.

“Yes, help me out would you?” Jimin strolls to the spot Namjoon was occupying, making sure to stand slightly behind the tee so that he can block your figure from Namjoon’s leering eyes as you bend over to place the ball for him. “Thanks, _____.”

The way your name rolls off his tongue feels so right, and Jimin can’t help but relish the sound of it as he watches your reaction, remembering all of the other times he’d moaned it with his cock buried in your throat or pounding your pussy to no end. You nod back in reply, but Jimin doesn’t miss the way your bite your lip and rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and he turns to take his shot with a satisfied smirk.

You stay right by his side even as he turns away from you, unwilling to stand Namjoon’s company even for a second, and it does wonders for Jimin’s ego as he nails his shot perfectly.

Namjoon’s face is suddenly overcast with irritation and displeasure, but Jimin can’t bring himself to care especially when you clap your hands in pure unadulterated glee. He’s basking in your praise as you all move on to the next hole, and at this point the deal doesn’t even matter anymore, not when you’re right there beside him.

*

They end the course with Jimin just slightly ahead, and even though he knows it’s not exactly the best way to secure the deal, he still allows the win to stroke his male ego, especially in front of you.

You usher the two men into an air conditioned meeting room specially reserved for business only, promising to be right back with towels and refreshments.

Jimin settles back into his chair as he watches you leave the room, eyes fixed on the way your legs look in your skirt, resisting the urge to indulge himself in a fantasy of bending you over and flipping that skirt up. He remembers the way your ass looked all marked with his handprints, and even better, the way your pussy looked all dripping with his cum. But then he realises that Namjoon beside him is doing almost the exact same thing, and a scowl immediately settles itself over his features.

Luckily Namjoon mistakes this to be a look of concentration instead.

Jimin tries his best to force the image of his cock stretching out your pussy out of his head as he negotiates with Namjoon, playing the part of the well versed, no nonsense CEO that he knows best. He’s learned to compartmentalise his emotions when it comes to business, and thanks to this, the deal is signed and sealed in a matter of minutes.

“Well, that settles it then,” Namjoon stands and offers his hand for Jimin to shake, which he does.

“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr Kim. We look forward to working with you in the future,” Jimin flashes him a professional smile.

“Us too, Park,” Namjoon nods back, before adjusting the collar of his polo shirt. “If you don’t mind, I’ll just head to the washroom for a bit to freshen up, yeah?”

“Sure, go ahead, I’ll just be here,” Jimin dismisses him with a nod, pulling out his phone to attend to a few work emails while the older man excuses himself.

He must have lost track of time amidst the never ending flood of work in his inbox, but Jimin suddenly realises that a good twenty minutes have passed, and neither you nor Namjoon are back yet.

He pushes himself off his seat, heading for the door. Jimin decides to head for the small little bar to look for you first, since you said you’d be preparing refreshments. He passes by the washrooms on his way, but the sound of scuffling feet makes him stop in his tracks.

The sound is coming from the male toilets, and with his heart in his throat, Jimin pushes the door open violently, only to be greeted with Namjoon’s larger frame pushing you up onto the counter and forcing your legs open to accommodate him. His hands are under your skirt, and you’re kicking violently, arms thrashing, but the taller man is much stronger than you as he pins your body to the wall.

Jimin never thought it was possible to see red, always thought it was just a descriptive phrase, until this very moment.

He lunges forward, hands finding purchase on the older man’s collar as he hauls him off you, throwing him against the opposite wall as he sinks a fist into his cheek. 

“Fuck, what the hell, Park?” Namjoon is rubbing his cheek as he struggles to regain his footing. “What’s your problem?”

Jimin ignores the older man as he turns to check up on you as you flip your skirt down to cover your bare thighs, pushing yourself off the counter.

“Man, if you wanted in too, you could’ve just said so. No need to punch me in the face. I’ve shared girls before, no big deal.” Namjoon chuckles from behind him, and Jimin decides he’s had enough.

“Listen, you sick bastard. I don’t care what you do with other girls, but you chose to mess with the wrong one today.” Jimin runs a hand through his hair as he takes a step towards him. “Get the fuck out of here. And our deal’s done. Contact my legal team with regards to the compensation.”

Without even waiting for the other man to react, Jimin turns to reach for your hand, grabbing it and tugging you to follow him.

“Jimin- wait- fucking hell, where are you taking me-“ Jimin doesn’t relent as he grabs his keys from the valet, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door. He pushes you into the car in what can only be described as both gentle yet firm at the same time, and he doesn’t pause till he seats himself in the driver’s seat and locks the door.

“Jimin, wh-“

“What the fuck did he do to you?” You’ve never seen Jimin this enraged before, and it’s starting to scare you a little. His eyes, normally a soft, azure grey, are now swirling storms of pewter. “Answer me!”

“He- he cornered me in on the way to the meeting room and dragged me to the male toilets, and-” 

“Where. Did. He. Touch. You.” Jimin’s voice is deathly calm, emphasizing every syllable, and his gaze pins you in place. 

“It’s nothing, he just tried to finger me, and-“

Jimin suddenly reaches across to flip your skirt up, and though the action startles you a little, it doesn’t disgust or repel you unlike with Namjoon. Your bare thighs are exposed to his gaze, and he slides his palms up your skin, spreading your legs, but his touch isn’t fuelled by lust or desire.

His fingers trail over the bruises left on your inner thighs, and Namjoon’s left marks all the way up till the crotch of your underwear. Your safety shorts are almost completely ripped through, and the lace of your panties are torn.

“Fucking bastard.” Jimin swears, the fury in his voice entirely contradicting the gentle touches of his fingertips as he strokes your skin. Jimin’s touch lingers on your skin just a little longer as if trying to erase the violet marks, but then he suddenly jerks back, eyes wide in apology.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you like this, especially after-“

“It’s fine, Jimin,” you grab his hands and tug them back toward you. “I don’t mind. Not when it’s you.”

He freezes in place as he takes in your words, before allowing his hands to rest on your thighs again. Jimin caresses your upper thighs with the utmost reverence, and it’s the most intimate moment you’ve shared with him thus far, with just his hands stroking your skin over the ugly bruises. 

“I’m sorry,” Jimin finally says, glancing up at you to meet your eyes. “I should have stopped him right from the start, when he called you that name.”

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you tell him, shrugging a little, because it’s common to receive such male attention especially at a club like this, and with a uniform like this too. But the encounter with Namjoon in the bathroom has shaken you up more than you’d like to admit.

Having Jimin’s hands on you again, after all this time is making your heart flutter in your chest in what you recognise as the warning bells that you’d tried so hard to ignore. But this time, you don’t feel like running anymore, not when you’ve already lost him, not when you don’t have anything to lose anymore. “Jimin, actually, I wanted to tell you that I-“

But Jimin stops you with a finger to your lips, because he’d promised himself that the next time he saw you, he would tell you everything, and he can’t let this chance slip away.

“I love you, _____. I fucking need you in my life, and I don’t think I realised just how much until you left. I know I’m shit at expressing my emotions, but somewhere along the way in this no strings business deal I did exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do- I fell in love, and I fell in love with you.”

Silence envelopes the tiny space between you and him inside his car, and you’re reeling at his confession, struggling to find the words to reciprocate. And it’s hard because all this while you’d never thought that this would be in the realm of possibility, and now that it’s happening, it feels so surreal.

“It-it’s okay, you don’t have to respond.” Jimin clears his throat, and draws away from you. “This is way more than you signed up for, and definitely not in our original contract, so…“

Jimin is resorting to what he knows best- the language of business where everything is black and white.

“I think you should drive.” 

“Wh-what?” Your sudden unexpected response has him taken aback. 

“I told you that I’m always yours, remember? And I meant it, in the exact same way,” you smile back at him, feeling your heart click into place as you take in his mussed blonde hair, pillowy lips, and dove gray eyes.

Jimin pauses for a moment to collect himself, and then places his hands on the steering wheel as he starts his engine. He glances down at your exposed thighs before meeting your gaze with a smirk.

“Better flip your skirt down baby, don’t want others looking at what’s mine.”

*

It’s like déjà vu all over again as Jimin presses you up against the door of his bedroom, too impatient to open the door as he leaves kisses all over your neck. But this time it’s different, this time you are meeting as equals, and it makes all the difference.

Jimin slides his hand down to your ass, palming over your skirt as you reach behind you for the doorknob.

“Jimin… wait a second, I’m trying to open the door…”

“Fuck, can’t wait baby, let’s just fuck right here,” he breathes in your ear with his arm wrapped around your waist, trying to tug you down onto the floor with him.

“Don’t want rug burns,” you murmur in protest as his hand on your ass slides around to the front, dipping into your lace panties just as you manage to open the door. “Fucking finally, you need to get better doors.” 

He lifts you up, and your wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you onto his bed before covering your body with his immediately, as if not being able to stand a second without his skin touching yours. Jimin fiddles with the button on your skirt, pausing in his ministrations to look up at you.

“You sure you’re okay with this? After…” His eyes soften as he tries his best not to look at the bruises on your inner thighs.

“I’m sure,” you smile and pull him down for a kiss, and it does the job to bury all his uncertainty, especially when you grind your hot centre up into his bulge.

“It’s been too fucking long, need to feel your pussy,” Jimin tugs your ruined underwear down your thighs, kissing each inner thigh in the process. “I’ll eat you out later, princess.”

You reach for the zipper on his jeans, tugging it down along with his underwear. His cock is already rock hard and weeping with precum, and your mouth waters at the sight of it. Jimin catches your hungry gaze, smirking at you as he strokes himself leisurely.

“Later baby, later I’ll let you suck my cock, but right now I want to stretch your pretty pink pussy, will you let me do that?”

You can only moan in response, spreading your legs to show him your drenched slit. “Bare?”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” He responds with his head hovering near your pussy, and you can almost feel his searing heat.

“No, no condom, just want you,” you murmur with your hands on his ass, pulling him in toward you, and he obliges as he sinks in balls deep.

Your walls clenching around him has him in throes of ecstasy as he bites his bottom lip. Jimin cups his hands around your hips to tug you onto his cock, making sure that his balls rest snugly against your clit.

“I won’t last long, princess, your pussy is so tight for me,” he works his way in and out gingerly, and every ridge of his cock strokes you just right, rubs you raw on the inside. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” 

The thought of him needing to spill his load with just a single stroke inside you makes your heart sing, and you pull him in closer, wrapping your legs around him. “It’s okay baby, just come for me, hmm? Wanna feel you lose it inside me.” 

Jimin pulls his weight back to rest on his knees so that he can get better leverage as he thrusts, making sure to bottom out every time. He can already feel his cock leaking copious amounts of precum in your pussy, and the throbbing in his balls tells him that he’s about to cum, and soon. Your walls just feel too good around him, and every instinct in him is telling him to cum deep inside you, replace the touch of every single man who came before him.

His thrusts are sending you further up the bed, leaving you out of breath as you feel him nudge your cervix. “Tell me that you love me.”

“I- fuck, I love you. So fucking much,” he gives a deep thrust that makes you clench around him. 

His thumb slides over your slippery clit as he begins to lose his steady rhythm, and you can feel him struggling to hold back his orgasm. But you clench around him harder, massaging his cock with your walls and intending to milk him dry, so he doesn’t stand a chance.

“Tell me that I’ll always be your baby, then cum deep inside me, so that you’re all I remember.”

Jimin’s breath hitches as he desperately chases after his high. “You’re always going to be mine, princess, now and forever. Fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming, you ready for it?”

“Yes,” you claw at his back in an effort to get him deeper inside you. “Fuck yes, cum inside me.”

Jimin spills his seed deep inside with a loud grunt, and the resulting wetness that seeps out around his embedded cock is something you’ve never felt before. He makes sure to stay deep inside you as he spurts, and you can feel every single rope of cum in your pussy as you lay there, filled to the brim and content. 

His weight on your body is comforting, and you stroke his back as he drifts down from cloud nine. You’re content to let his softening cock stay seated inside your full pussy for as long as possible, but Jimin has other ideas.

Pulling his cock out, he quickly lowers his face to your pussy before his cum can start to drip down your slit, catching it with his tongue as he begins to lap at you. Jimin spreads your lips to get at your clit, rough licks pushing you further toward the edge. Placing one hand on your inner thigh, he uses the fingers of the other to fondle your clit as he redirects his tongue to your cum drenched slit, and the sight of him licking his own cum from your pussy is so hot that you can’t help but hit your orgasm, causing more of his semen to leak out of you as your walls clench around nothing.

Jimin gives little kitten licks to help you through the aftershocks, then sits back to watch your pussy clench as you slowly relax.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” you can only gasp as you reach for him, and he nuzzles his face into your breasts

“Told you I’d make it up to you,” you can feel his smirk against your skin, and you pinch him lightly in retaliation.

 “You’re too impatient, Park,” you tell him with a smirk of your own. “After all, we do have the rest of forever.”

[dovechim]

wishbone 02 (m)

anonymous asked:

So idk if I just send the sentence starter or something, but I think your project sounds really cool? Also because I’m lowkey a hoe for Jimin and I’m excited at the prospect of so much smut. This one please!!! —> Look, I know I’m not special to you, I get it, but when you fuck me, I still feel like I belong to you. So call me yours when you fuck me, because that what I am.

anonymous asked:

Jimin; sugar daddy; "Look, I know I'm not special to you..."

anonymous asked:

Look, I know I’m not special to you, I get it, but when you fuck me, I still feel like I belong to you. So call me yours when you fuck me, because that what I am.i think this would be great for jimin

➾ 11/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017

➾ recommended to read wishbone 01 first, but not necessary :)

➾ 2.8k

You should have known this from the start, after all, it’s not like you don’t have years of experience to back you up. You’d woken up to a text this morning telling you that Park Jimin had wired the money into your account, and even though it’s the first time you’re out of the negatives, you can’t bring yourself to keep it. Men just can’t take hints, and okay, maybe it was a cowardly move to just leave his money on the table and walk out, hoping he would interpret it as the end of your contract with him, but still.

Feeling acutely out of place in the polished, upscale lobby of his office building, you can’t help but begin to bite on your lower lip harshly, a bad habit when you’re nervous. You’d picked your most office-like outfit of a pencil skirt and blouse for today, hoping that you’d be let into the building to see him without having to let him know in advance.

You’d never visited Park Jimin at his office before, not that he’d even prohibited you from doing so, but you just never felt the need to, until today.

The receptionist takes one glance at your outfit and nods to the guard standing by the lifts, motioning for him to buzz you up without a single word. Internally you exhale with relief, although you still haven’t figured out what you’re going to say if anyone does ask you why you’re here.

I’m Park Jimin’s sugar baby but I want to call it quits. Somehow you don’t think that would go off very well.

The lift stops at his floor and you exit, immediately seeing yet another reception counter with a bespectacled young woman behind it. She spares you a once over glance, eyes lingering over your somewhat flat chest- you have to admit hers are much bigger- with a gleam of superiority.

“May I help you?”

“I-I’m here to see Park Jimin, please.” You decide to start off small, only guilty people overload on details right from the start.

“Oh? To see Jimin? Let me just check the appointment book…” The familiar way in which she utters his name sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t help but wonder if he fucks her on the side too. “Hmm, no, he doesn’t have any appointments booked, the only thing written here is a maintenance crew for the photocopier in his room, and that’s in half an hour from now…”

“Yes! I mean-“ you shout abruptly, causing her to survey you suspiciously once more. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you put your acting skills to the test. “I- I’m the maintenance crew.”

“Really?” She still looks sceptical as she eyes you up and down. “Don’t look dressed for it.”

“We have a more formal dress code for the office these days,” you shoot her a terse smile.

“Well… alright then. Jimin is out at a meeting right now, so I suppose it’s okay. Follow me.” She turns to lead you down a hallway until you come to a heavy wooden door with his name on it, holding a keycard to the panel near the doorknob. “Come in, the photocopier is this way.”

You follow her to the machine tucked away in the corner, expecting her to just leave you with it. But she lingers on, arms folded over her chest.

“Well? Aren’t you going to get to work?”

Panic flares in your chest as you realise she expects you to get to work right away, and under her unwavering gaze, you reluctantly kneel on the floor in your tight skirt and fiddle around with the machine’s numerous buttons and switches. Luck seems to be on your side as a side panel pops out almost immediately, revealing the machine’s inner web of complicated… things.

But at that moment, her phone buzzes and she’s distracted as she answers it. A few short exchanges later, she motions that she needs to get back to her desk, and she leaves, not without the reminder that she’ll be back in 15 minutes to check back on you.

Bitch.

After she leaves you slump back against the machine in relief, tugging at your skirt in irritation. If you’d known you were going to masquerade as a fucking maintenance crew, you wouldn’t have put in this much effort in the first place.  

It occurs to you that you should at least try to figure out what’s wrong with the damn machine lest she comes back sooner than expected, so you push yourself back onto your knees to examine it again.

Ten minutes later, you’re bent over nearly in half over the machine, well aware that you’d be flashing anyone who came in, and yet you still can’t find out what’s the problem. You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear in frustration, his secretary should be back any moment now, and-

The door opens behind you, and your heart leaps into your throat. 

“I-um, it looks like the problem is due to the paper being jammed-“

“_____? What are you doing?” A familiar voice cuts you off, and you look over your shoulder in surprise to see Park Jimin standing at the doorway looking equally as shocked to see you.

Fuck, how are you going to explain that you scammed your way in just to see him? The words trip over your tongue on their way out, and all you can manage is incoherent mutters.

Jimin’s eyes are immediately drawn to how your skirt fits tightly over your ass as you kneel in front of the machine, but then his manners kick in as he watches you shift uncomfortably in your heels. He strides over and offers a hand to help you up, politely averting his gaze when you have to readjust the hem of your skirt.

“Was there a reason why you were dismantling my photocopier?” He asks with an amused smile on his lips.

“Not really, um, it’s just…”

“Jimin! I’m so sorry, that’s just the maintenance crew, I had no idea you’d be back so early!” The secretary appears at the door, out of breath and panting. “I can ask her to leave and come back when it’s more convenient-“

“It’s okay, Somi,” Jimin raises a curious eyebrow at you at the mention of maintenance crew. “Leave us for a moment?”

Somi nods and reaches to close the door, leaving you alone in the room with Park Jimin.

“If you wanted to come see me, you should have just called,” the amused smile spreads into a grin as he runs his fingers through his hair casually, unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. “Come here baby.”

You know you shouldn’t let his petnames get you so easily, but you can feel yourself melting especially as his voice drops into baritone, and he stretches out his hand to you. Like a magnet, you’re drawn into his embrace effortlessly, and the sensation of his hands ghosting along your sides before coming to rest on your hips threatens to take over all your senses.

“I’m glad you came today, I really needed this,” he murmurs with his lips tucked into the shell of your ear. “You should visit more often.”

His hands encircle your waist as he tugs you into his chest, causing a stack of papers to be displaced behind him. And then it all comes rushing back; the reason why you came here in the first place. Jimin has a whole other life apart from you, your social circles would never in a million years collide, your lifestyle and habits are completely different, and he wouldn’t even feel your absence if you left; he’d simply find another poor college girl to take your place.

You’re nothing to him.

At the beginning, this was what you’d signed up for, thinking he was nothing to you and would remain so, glad to be free of the strings of commitment that threatened to suffocate you. 

“Jimin, wait.”

“Hmm, what?” He pauses from trailing his lips down to your collarbone, looks at you with such intensity in his copper hued eyes, his fingers caressing the curve of your waist with such tenderness, as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. 

And you can’t bear to say it. So you smile at him instead. 

“Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours.”

Jimin grins as he reaches down to push your skirt up, fingers travelling up your inner thigh to seek out your underwear. “But you are already mine, baby.”

He pulls down your panties in one motion and has you spread your thighs for him, pushing your ass onto his desk so that he can get a better view. You oblige, reaching down to spread your lips apart to let him see your already glistening slit, and he bites back a curse before diving in to give you a long, flat lick.

His tongue is wet and rough against your core, and you can feel him spreading your arousal all over your lips messily. He slides into your depths with his tongue briefly before withdrawing and suckling your clit into his mouth.

“Jimin,” you gasp as your fingers entangle themselves in his hair. “Fuck, your tongue is so good.”

Jimin responds by thrusting two of his thick fingers into your pussy, and you clench around the sudden intrusion. The combination of his tongue on your clit and his fingers that seek out your sweet spot pushes you over the edge embarrassingly quick, and you have to close your eyes because the pleasure that erupts from every nerve is just so blindingly overwhelming.

When you open your eyes again, he is smirking as he licks you off his fingers. Jimin gives you a second or two to recover, letting you stare at him as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand.

Your core is still throbbing, demanding for more, so you reach out to undo his belt, tugging him towards you as you reach for his thick length inside his boxers.

“Shit, you get straight to the point, don’t you?” He moans when you start jerking him roughly, making sure to pay attention to his head where he likes it. “Fuck, stop, I’ll come so soon…”

“Already?” You tease him by squeezing his cock, and he bucks into your hand.

“Says the one who came in like 2 minutes,” he shoots back, wrapping a hand around yours to stop you. Jimin tugs you around his desk as he sinks into his chair, spreading his legs as an invitation. “Ride me?”

He doesn’t have to ask twice as you turn your back to him, grabbing him by the base to line him up and sink onto his length. Jimin lets out a stifled moan into your neck as you clench around him tightly, and his hands find purchase around your waist.

“So good, always so tight for me, fuck,” he pants into your ear when you settle on his lap with him buried to the hilt. “I need you so bad.”

The five words make your breath catch in your throat, and you freeze on top of him. He’s never said anything this intimate before, and it’s ignited a greed inside of you that wants more, wants more of these sweet empty promises that he offers, even if it’s not real.

“Tell me, Jimin,” you squeeze your walls around his cock. “Tell me that I’m yours only, and I’ll make you cum so hard, I promise, baby.”

“Fuck, you’re mine, always will be,” he’s trying to thrust his hips for more friction, but your weight settled on his hips stops him. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, baby. No one else’s.”

And Jimin continues to feed your greedy delusion, so you lift your hips up and slam back down onto him, working your thigh muscles to milk his cock dry.

You can feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, so you make an extra effort to squeeze around him. But on the upthrust, he catches his arms around your waist and stands up, bending you over his desk in front.

“Don’t wanna cum yet,” he pants against your ear. “Wanted to pound your pussy over my desk first. Will you let me, baby?”

Even as he says this, his hips are thrusting in and out leisurely, and each drag of his cock against your walls elicits more and more friction. “Yes, yo-you’re so big, please, harder.”

Satisfied with your praise, Jimin allows himself to pound into you harder, relishing the harsh slaps of skin against skin. “You’ve been very demanding today, babygirl. Do you think you deserve to cum?”

He reaches to tug your head to the side, so that your cheek rests on the surface of his desk.

“Please, Jimin, I need-“ Your orgasm lingers just out of reach, so close you can almost taste it, yet Jimin withholds it from you by stilling his cock inside you.

“What do you need baby? Tell me, and I’ll let you cum.” Jimin strokes your cheek gently.

“Your cum, I want it inside me, I want it to drip out of me so everyone will know I’m yours. Like the dirty slut I am,” you push your ass back against his cock, hoping to get some friction to set off the tightly wound coil in your belly.

“Correction: like my dirty slut, you hear that?” Jimin punctuates his last three words with deep, punishing thrusts, and you whine in agreement. “No one cums inside you other than me. Got it?”

You nod against the surface of his desk, turning to make eye contact with him even through the haze of your lust. “You’ll be the first and last.”

Park Jimin smirks in satisfaction. “Cum for me baby.”

Your walls flutter around him as if on command, and his arms wrap around you to tug you upright into his chest even as his thrusts turn sloppy and rough as he races for his own high. Towards the tail end of your orgasm you can feel him unleash inside you, and you close your eyes to savour what must be the last time he cums inside you. 

When he pulls out, he pushes your skirt back down to cover you, reaching for a few tissues from the box on his desk and handing them to you before he searches for your underwear that he threw somewhere else.

“Fuck, I’m late for a meeting,” he comments as he glances at his watch, bending to retrieve your underwear from the floor. “But thanks for today, let me call you a car to take you home? I’ll wire the money to you for today too.”

You take your underwear from him, bending to slip them on with as much dignity as you can retain. “No, it’s okay. I don’t need it.”

Jimin frowns in response. “You’re not going home? Okay, where are you going then? Just let the driver know, and-“

“Jimin, no, what I meant is-“ your hands tighten into fists. “I can’t do this anymore. I want out.”

 There’s a beat of silence as he processes your statement, and for a moment his face is unreadable.

“Okay.” The single word is enough to send a stab through your chest, along with the unaffected, calm expression on his face. You reach into your bag and pull out a cheque with the same amount he sent you this morning.

“Th-this is what you gave me last time. I’ll find another time to return all the clothes and stuff you bought me too, and this-“ you pause to undo the wishbone necklace. “Take this back too.”

“You don’t have to return me anything, just keep them, I know you’re struggling with your student loans and stuff, if you really don’t want the clothes just sell them and it should help-“

“Stop patronising me!” You cut him off. “Look, I know I’m nothing special to you, just a broke little college girl who whores herself out for some money on the side. But when you say these things to me, when you do these things to me… it makes me feel like it’s real.”

Jimin begins to protest, reaching for you, but you flinch away from his touch.

“When you fuck me and you call me yours, I imagine a world where we didn’t meet on such terms, a world where all of this could be real. And for a moment, you made me believe that this is more than what it is,” you smile bitterly at him. “But even when reality sets back in and I remember why I’m doing this, there’s one thing that doesn’t change.”

“And what’s that?” Jimin asks hesitantly, and he’s aching to touch you right now, but your arms are wrapped protectively around yourself.

“I still feel like I belong to you.” Tears are threatening to spill onto your cheeks, but by some force of will, you hold them back. You reach for his hand and tug it towards you, dropping the wishbone necklace into his open palm.

 “I’ll always be yours, Park Jimin, but not like this.”

[dovechim]

tight(s)

baekook asked:

I’m such a hoe for jimin too like he’s my side hoe soooo with that being said here you go “Yes, yes, you own me, I’m yours, your slut only, now please just let me cum!” Im all for this smutfest best idea ever!!!!

Anonymous said: Yes, yes, you own me, I’m yours, your slut only, now please just let me cum! For the jimin Drabble please 💓

➾ 9/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017

It’s only at this time of the year that you really really hate Jimin’s sex drive.

He insists that you’re still sexy as fuck even in your padded winter coat, even though you beg to differ because you certainly don’t feel sexy, with all these layers making you feel like an over inflated balloon.

“Mhmm, I need you now,” Jimin is always impatient when it comes to sex. He’s mouthing at your neck insistently, undeterred by your hands on his chest pushing him away.

“C’mon, I literally have four layers on right now,” you half whine, half sob, because the thought of peeling off all those layers and putting them back on again has you already tired, and all you want to do is get to work, dammit.

Jimin’s hands reach for the zipper on your coat, and he tugs it down with practiced ease. “I’ll help you babe, see, wasn’t that easy? One down, three more to go.”

You snort derisively when he pushes your coat off your shoulders, not an attractive sound by any means, but you’re already past that point with him. “You wish, Park.”

He lets out a disappointed huff when he realises you’re wearing pants, and probably a layer of thermals underneath as well. Previous experience has told him that this is not going to be as easy as he’d envisioned, but he soldiers on anyway, the insistent bulge in his pants urging him on.

Jimin tugs your jeans from your hips in one motion, using those biceps of his he works so hard for at the gym, because they happen to be your tightest pair. Despite your hesitation, you can already feel the stirrings of arousal at the sight of him so desperate and urgent for you like this, and you reach down to palm him.

“Fuck,” he fumbles with the waistband of your tights, but they don’t come off as easily because your jeans are still partially in the way. “Why the fuck do these even exist?”

You shimmy the denim material further down your thighs in an effort to help him out. “They’re so I don’t freeze in the middle of winter, thanks very much.”

He finally gets your tights low enough for him to slide his fingers into your underwear, slicking his fingers between your lower lips to feel how wet you already are. The sticky coating on his fingers makes him bite his lip and glance up at you from his position kneeling in front of you, and you can’t deny that this is pretty hot.

“Let me eat you out baby,” Jimin begs with his fingers dancing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and you can’t help but oblige. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder in order to get closer to your pussy, but it’s harder than you imagined because of all the extra fabric.

“Shit, Jimin,” you gasp as he slides his tongue over your clit, and you can almost feel him smirk against your skin when he thinks you’re complimenting him. “D-don’t rip my tights, they’re the only pair I have left.”

A cute scowl etches its way on to his forehead, but before he can retort, you push his head further into your crotch, effectively shutting him up.

To his credit, he eats you out as if he’s a man on a mission- and to be fair, he is, because you only have ten more minutes max before you’ll be late for work.

Jimin manages to slip two fingers inside you so that he can concentrate his tongue on your clit, since he knows you can’t come without it. Seeing your arousal spread itself on his cheeks makes you gush even more, and judging by the way he tongues you even more enthusiastically, it’s turning him on too.

His fingers inside you don’t feel as good as his dick, but they’re a lot more precise as he attacks that one sweet spot over and over with his fingertips that has your knees buckling. You can’t help but to thread your fingers into his hair, pulling on the silky strands and taking pleasure it messing it up.

“Jimin, I’m so close, hurry up,” you beg just as you feel his fingers slow down, and the tip of his tongue circles your clit teasingly.

“Hmm, I don’t know… do you think you deserve to cum today? Could leave you like this and send you to work all wet and needy.” Jimin glances up at you with a smirk, and even though his hair is all over the place, he still looks good enough to eat.

“Fuck you Park, I took off all those layers for you,” you frown and reach to push the back of his head again, but he stops you with his other hand.

“Are we playing that game again today?” He slides his fingers inside you just a tad, sending electricity down all the way to your toes. “C’mon baby, you know what I want. Just say it and I’ll let you cum all over my fingers. Like the dirty girl you are.” 

Your thighs are beginning to ache in this position due to the extra work of holding your leg on his shoulder against the stretch of your clothes, and you can feel that orgasm just in reach.

“Please let me cum,” you relent, wiggling your hips for a bit more friction.

But Jimin isn’t that easily satisfied. “You can do better than that baby. Whose pussy is this?” 

“Yours,” you respond immediately.

“Say it, say the whole thing like the dirty slut you are.”

“My pussy belongs to you only, please let me cum?” You’ve given up all pretence of maintaining your composure now.

“What a naughty girl you were today, didn’t wanna let me taste your pussy before you left for work,” Jimin rewards your efforts with his tongue back on your clit, murmuring against your skin. “I think you need to be reminded whose pussy this is?”

“Yours, Jimin, it’s your pussy, oh my god.” His teasing suckles are drawing you closer and closer to the edge, but it’s still not enough.

“Should I let you cum like this? Or should I just bend you over and fuck that dirty pussy, leave my cum inside so that everyone at work knows who you belong to?” 

“Yes, an-anything, I’m your slut only, please let me cum,” your nails are digging into his shoulders as he resumes his thrusts with his fingers, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

“That’s it, baby, cum all over my fingers.”

And your walls close in around him, the white hot pleasure so overwhelming that you almost lose your balance, and Jimin has to hook his other arm around your ass to keep you upright. He helps you ride out your pleasure with lazy thrusts of his fingers, and when you’re done, pulls out to suck every bit of your essence.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you’re out of breath, panting and leaning against the wall for support, and you can see him smirk out of the corner of your eye when he thinks you’re complimenting him.

“You tore my last pair of tights!”

[dovechim]

barefoot and (m)

anonymous asked:

I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk and I have to feel your cum drain out of me until I remember how to move.

anonymous asked:

jimin + “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk and I have to feel your cum drain out of me until I remember how to move.”

➾ 6/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017

You consider yourself to be a careful and meticulous person when it comes to things that matter, but apparently luck is not on your side today.

Jimin is sitting at your computer desk with a leery grin on his face, scrolling through your porn collection with more enthusiasm than you’ve ever seen from him in all your years of friendship.

“Fuck, you’re into some kinky stuff, aren’t you? I didn’t know you wanted to get pregnant so bad,” he comments as he stumbles across another impregnation and breeding site saved in your bookmarks.

“I-I don’t, it’s just-“

“It’s completely normal, I get it, we’re almost thirty already and there’s the baby fever thing for women and all.” Jimin pauses at a video of a man using his cock to push his cum back inside the woman and you blush furiously behind him. You’ve always had a rather open friendship with Park Jimin, never shying away from talking about sex and things like that, but somehow watching porn together, your porn, feels like it’s crossing the line.

You certainly didn’t expect him to be so normal about it, that’s for sure, but it still doesn’t make it any less weird.

“Okay, enough dissecting my porn preferences, that’s just a little too personal for comfort there-“

“Do you want it?”

You freeze. “W-want what?” 

“To get pregnant. Do you want a baby?” Jimin is entirely serious as he spins around to look at you, and your eyes dart down to the erection that’s forming in his jeans.

Your pussy has been dripping non-stop for the past few days, and you’re just aching to have something fill you up, dying to have a man cum inside you and feel his warmth and fullness. 

“U-um yeah, kind of.”

His eyes follow yours down to his crotch, and he slowly gets up from his chair, stalking towards you. “If you say you want it, it’s happening. So tell me straight, yes or no, and I’ll make sure to give you want you want.”

Fuck, since when did Park Jimin get this confident about sex? There’s nothing shy about him now, and he’s eyeing you like you’re his next meal instead of running away with his tail between his legs at the thought of getting you pregnant. 

“I-I want it. I want your baby.”

With your full consent, Jimin allows himself to push you back onto your bed, his body covering yours as your legs immediately part to accommodate him. You can feel his erection at your core right where you want it, and you can’t help but grind against him , aching to feel him deeper.

“Patience baby,” Jimin chuckles as he mouths at your neck, fingers ghosting down your side to grip at your hips. “Let me taste you first?”

“I-I can’t wait, Jimin,” you admit in a small voice. “I’ve been dripping wet for days now.”

Jimin tugs down your shorts to see for himself, and lets out a low curse when he realises just how wet you are. He runs his fingers along your drenched slit, bringing them up to his lips for a quick lick before he unzips his jeans. 

You reach over to help him, shoving his hands aside in impatience to pull out his already hard cock. Spreading his precum down his length, you give him a few strokes, making sure to tease his head until he bites his lip harshly.

Jimin places a hand on your inner thigh, the other one at his base to guide his tip towards your slit. When you feel his blunt head at your folds, you nearly buck into him in anticipation, and when he finally does slide in to the hilt, the feeling of being stretched open like this makes your walls clamp down around him immediately.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so wet for me,” Jimin mouths at your skin even as he starts to slide in and out of you. “Legs all the way up baby, that’s it, want my cum as deep in your pussy as possible.”

He helps to keep your legs pinned to your chest with his hands on the back of your thighs, and his cock feels so much bigger this way. Jimin opts for deep, slow thrusts rather than fast ones, and his cock barely leaves the depths of your pussy. 

“Jimin, faster,” you whine against his neck when your orgasm is just teasingly out of reach, and he obliges by speeding up just a tad. He straightens up to kneel between your legs, changing the angle of his thrusts as he presses your thighs to your chest, thrusting downwards instead.

He feels so deep that you’re almost sure no one’s ever fucked you like this before. Jimin’s pace is getting faster and faster, and you can see the sweat glistening on his body as he pumps his hips into your cunt, each thrust ending with the head of his cock at the entrance of your womb, and you can only hold on to him.

“Do you want it? Say it, what do you want baby?” He murmurs as his thrusts become sloppy, but he still makes sure that every thrust is as deep as possible.

His movements are sending you further up the bed, and you struggle to catch your breath amidst the electricity that is shooting up your spine and rubbing your nerves raw. “Your baby, I want your baby.”

“Fuck yes, that’s it, you’re so good for me, fuck,” Jimin intensifies his thrusts as he presses his weight onto your thighs, spreading you open for him, and you cradle his head closer.

“Want you to fuck me till I can’t walk, fuck, you’re so big. Please fill me with your cum, wanna feel it leaking out of me till I remember how to move again.” The filthy words that leave your mouth would have shocked you had you not been filled with Jimin’s cock, and it only urges him on more.

Jimin gives a final few thrusts that ends with his hips pressed into your ass hard, and you can feel the warmth of his cum that splashes against your walls, the throbbing of his cock as he unleashes inside your clenching walls.

You clutch his sweaty body to yours for a few moments, expecting him to pull out any moment now, but he stays inside you till he softens and slips out. Only then does he withdraw from your body, only to spread your legs apart to reveal your freshly filled pussy.

“Keep your hips up baby, I’m not done with you yet,” Jimin spreads your lips to reveal your clit. “You didn’t cum yet right?”

You shake your head as he slides a pillow under your hips to keep them raised, wondering how he knows so much about getting pregnant when he suddenly flicks at your clit with his tongue, sending shockwaves up and down your entire body. His strong hands pin you in place even as he sucks mercilessly at your clit, stroking your pussy lips gently as you buck your hips into his face.

You come undone on his tongue, the walls of your pussy contracting to pull his cum deeper inside you. When you collapse back on the bed, boneless, for a moment, before shifting to get off the bed.

“Wait, where do you think you’re going?” Jimin stops you with an arm around your waist, tugging you back down onto the bed with him. “You need to stay still for a while, or else the cum’s not going to stay inside.”

“What if I want to feel your cum dripping out of me?”

Jimin stills, eyes dropping down to see globs of cum already leaking from your lips. 

“I guess I’ll have to fill you up again then.”

[dovechim]

friday the 13th (m)

anonymous asked:

“I’m going to break you tonight.” Dom!Jimin - PLEASE OML I live for Dom!jimin ❤️

anonymous asked:

For smutty Jimin fics... I know it isn't one of the ones listed in part 4 - but this has been going through my head all day: "I’m going to break you tonight." Dom!Jimin slays me.

➾ 4/13 of jimin’s smutfest 2017

➾2.2k

You’re currently glaring across the room at Joy, who’s doubled over in laughter on her bed, and it doesn’t seem like it will stop any time soon. You’re beginning to feel a little insulted, actually, because it’s not even that funny, and what’s wrong with wearing a necklace with a cross on it to the club?

It is Friday the 13th in October, after all.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, it’s just- I can’t believe you’d wear that to the club,” Joy dabs carefully at her under eyes in order to catch any smears of mascara. “It just seems so… ironic, don’t you think? We’re gonna be making out with boys and slutting it up for them and all, do you really wanna have that on your conscience?” 

Joy doesn’t understand, is all. You’ve had a bad history with Friday the 13ths, and considering it doesn’t even happen all that often, you feel like it’s more than justified for you to take the necessary precautions. The last time you went out on this ill-fated date, you got robbed of all your valuables and stranded by the roadside, and while walking home you twisted your ankle and got splashed by a car that was speeding by.

“I mean, I just wanna stay safe, that’s all, I know you’re not superstitious or anything but it’s better to be safe than sorry,” you cross your arms over your chest, and this entire defending yourself thing is getting old, fast. “And wait- I’m not gonna be ‘slutting’ it up!”

“Not even if there’s a hot guy breathing down your neck ready to fuck you into next year?”

You wave her away nonchalantly. “Maybe, as long as they’re not gross and creepy. Sometimes I can’t even get myself to cum, so how can some guy I’ve only just met do any better?”

Joy only shrugs as she grabs her bag from her bedside table, heading for the door. “Who knows, if you meet someone good tonight, maybe your perception of Friday the 13th might change.”

*

Maybe it’s because of the cross around your neck, you can’t be entirely sure, but you manage to get to the club in one piece, even manage to make it to the bar without anyone spilling drinks on you or groping you.

It’s nice to be casually throwing back shots with Joy- that you have to admit- even though she’d all but dragged you out tonight. It doesn’t seem like many other people share in your superstition about Friday the 13th, because they all seem to be carefree and happy.

Either that, or already beyond drunk.

Once you feel slightly more lightheaded, you let Joy drag you to the dancefloor and lose yourself in the music that seems to engulf every single sense, the same way that the crowd of people seems to swallow the two of you up. It’s hard to keep track of each other in this mass of sweaty bodies grinding against you, but Joy gets swept away by a tall stranger in no time.

She gives you a subtle wink to let you know that she’s okay, and so you let her go without a word.  

Seeing as she’s already occupied for the rest of the night, you start to head back to the bar, thinking of nursing a drink for a while till it’s socially acceptable to leave, or till you feel you’ve made the most out of the exorbitant cover fee you’d had to pay- whichever comes first.

The bartender gives you a glass of water and you accept it, downing the contents in one shot before heading to the washroom to freshen up. When you start to follow the signs on the walls towards the washroom and it leads you to a secluded back room of the club, you start to question if this was really such a good idea after all, and you remember why you don’t go out on days like this.

You’ve never been to this club before, but you’re definitely not coming back now that you’ve seen how poor their facilities are. It’s a little suspicious how there aren’t any other patrons waiting to use the washroom when normally there are lines for it, but you brush the concern aside and push open the creaky door. 

Even though Joy would probably laugh at you if she heard this- if you even make it back alive to tell her- you clutch the small cross hanging from your neck and shoot up a small prayer.

The flush of the toilet seems a lot louder and more menacing in the total silence of the darkened hallways, and while a part of your rational brain knows that nothing bad can really happen while you’re still on club premises, your heart thuds away frantically in your chest. Your arms are wrapped tightly around yourself as you make your way back to the main part of the club.

Somewhere along the way, amidst the growing volume of the music from the dancefloor, your ears detect the sound of footsteps behind you, and you start to speed up, eager to get out into the crowded and noisy dancefloor, when you trip over your platform heels in your haste.

A hand grabs your arm from behind, pulling you backwards and saving you from doing a faceplant on the floor. Terrified out of your wits, because you surmise that this must be your stalker, attacker, murderer, you swing your arm around, hoping to hit the stranger.

But the stranger must have better eyesight than you do in the dark, because your hit misses.

“Nervous, are we? Calm down, I’m not a murderer,” the voice comes from the darkness behind him, and you can only see his silhouette. The stranger loosens his grip on your arm immediately once you’ve regained your balance, and the act alone calms you down a little.

You take a few steps forward, hoping the stranger will follow you into the light where you can see his face, and he does. Immediately your attention is drawn to his bright pink hair, tousled and pushed back off his forehead, and his plump lips stretched into a smirk that he wears with ultimate confidence.

“S-sorry, I thought you were-“ You begin to stutter, too fixated on the way his jacket hangs off his frame oh-so-casually.

But he’s blatantly checking you out as well, eyes lingering on the silver cross that hangs from your neck before trailing down to the criss cross straps of your bralette that dip down across your chest to emphasize your cleavage. His gaze makes you feel like he’s devouring every inch of exposed skin available, but the way in which he keeps his distance politely doesn’t make the whole thing come off as creepy or sleazy.

“Sorry I almost hit you back there,” you take a deep breath and try initiating conversation again, if only to distract yourself from how his chest looks moulded to his shirt.

The stranger only smiles and runs his fingers through his hair with a shrug. “It’s alright. Shouldn’t have creeped up on a pretty girl like that, my bad.”

“N-no, it’s my fault really, I’ve had a bad history with Friday the 13th, actually,” you admit with a wry smile even as your cheeks heat up from his compliment.

He seems amused to hear this, raising an eyebrow in response. “Oh really? Like what?” 

“Well, my friend ditched me to go get laid and I nearly get mugged by a handsome stranger, so that’s how it’s going so far,” you shrug casually, internally cheering when you manage to sneak in a compliment in return.

He only chuckles in response, holding out his hand for you to take. “How ‘bout I turn the tables then?” 

His invitation is too tempting to resist, so you slip your hand into his and let him lead you back to the dancefloor, and the crowd of bodies forces the two of you to press up against each other. The stranger’s chest is to your back, and from this position you can almost feel him right up against you, even though space is limited and he doesn’t try to take the opportunity to grind on your ass or even place his hands on your waist. 

His respectful distance sets you at ease, and you take the initiative to close the distance between you, letting your back hit his chest first and turning your head to him to whisper in his ear.

“By the way, I didn’t get your name. I’m ______.”

“Jimin.” The stranger grins once he feels you back up against him, and only then does he place his hands on your waist.

You can feel the way his hips move fluidly behind you, and even though you can’t dance to save your life, his hands on your waist guide you along to his movements, and you have no trouble following the beat at all with his help. Wanting a little more intimacy, you turn around to face him, looping your arms around his neck and watching as his eyes drop to your chest again.

Jimin is fixated on the little silver cross on your chest, and you take the opportunity to press your lower body against his. His lower body feels sturdy, and he takes the chance to wedge a thigh between your legs, and you almost moan at the way your panties are dampening just from that action alone.

“Tell me, are you a good girl?” He pants into your ear, and you can almost feel the wet lave of his tongue against your neck. “Did your daddy tell you to wear that cross so that boys won’t try to fuck you?” 

His words are the filthiest you’ve ever heard, and combined with his rock hard thigh grinding into your core, you’re almost sure that you’re already dripping for him. 

“No,” you decide to play along, giving him a small smirk of your own. “I can do whatever I want, as long as daddy doesn’t find out.”

Jimin’s hands tighten around your waist in response, and you relish the feeling of his fingers on your bare skin. On a particularly hard grind, you can feel his erection against your lower stomach, and you slide your hand down to grasp his wrist, tugging on it firmly as you lead him off the dancefloor.

He follows obediently as you lead him back down that deserted hallway, and your heart is pounding in your chest, only this time with exhilaration and slight disbelief at what you’re about to do. You stop in your tracks and whirl around to face him, dropping to your knees as you look up at him.

It’s clear what you’re offering to do, and Jimin moans when your hands make their way to his zipper. From your position he can see the way that silver cross sits on your chest prettily, the way your bralette straps dip teasingly and disappearing into your cleavage, but that’s all he can focus on especially when you start to wrap your hot mouth around him, tongue flicking against his head.

He tastes salty and full of desire as you swallow his length down your throat. You can feel the saliva start to pool in your mouth already, so you coat the remainder of his length with it, letting it get nice and messy. Jimin fists a hand in your hair and you can see his eyes start to glaze over especially when you swallow around his cock.

“Fuck, you take cock so well, does your daddy know how dirty you are? Where did you learn to swallow cock like that?”

You’ve never been one for dirty talk, always finding it too cringy and cheesy like in porn, but the way Jimin growls when you deepthroat him makes you soak through your panties.

He starts to gently thrust into your mouth, and you obediently sit back on your heels to allow him to fuck your throat as you stare up at his already fucked out form. You can see the way his thighs are quivering in his tight leather pants, every single muscle tensing in his pleasure, and the warm throbbing on your tongue tells you that he’s about to reach his high.

“Shit, I’m close already, your mouth is so fucking amazing babe,” he sighs as he strokes your head gently to make up for the last couple of harsh tugs. “Where can I come? In your mouth? Do you want to swallow?”

You nod in response, the best you can while your throat is still filled with his cock, and he mutters a low curse to himself as he pulls out and begins to stroke his length over your outstretched tongue.

Strings of cum land neatly on your tongue, and you’re thankful that Jimin is good at aiming even when he’s in the throes of ecstasy. The bitter taste of him fills your mouth, and you wait till he calms down from his high to look down at you, see the ropes of his semen on your tongue before you make a show of swallowing it all down for him, opening your mouth again to show him your clean tongue.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the fucking death of me, angel,” he reaches down to help you up from your position. “Let me return the favour?”

“As long as my daddy doesn’t find out,” you realise that this turns him on even more when his eyes darken, and his gaze drops to the cross on your chest once more.

“I’m going to break you tonight, babygirl.”

Friday the 13th has never been better.

[dovechim]

wishbone (m)

anonymous asked:

"I know it’s just a necklace, but you gave it to me and I can’t help thinking of it as my collar" for the jimin smut thing? idk how much detail were allowed to go into but the prompt made me think of an undefined relationship but whoever has the necklace has finally realized they just want to be absolutely possessed by the other person 😍😰

anonymous asked: 

Drabble: Jimin sugar-daddy au, "I know it's just a necklace......"

➾ 8/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017

Every time your housemate tells you that you have another package, she always asks what it is and who it’s from, and you’d have thought she would have learnt by now that you’re never going to answer her.

You accept another brown package from her and disappear into your room, making sure to lock the door firmly before you allow yourself to tear into the box. This time it’s a necklace- a wishbone encrusted with tiny little diamonds on a silver chain- when he usually sends you more suggestive things like lingerie or toys like nipple clamps or plugs.

His note is simple, as it always is: Wear it tonight.

Jimin always makes sure to leave your cheque on the table outside even before your session starts, and he’s always more than generous. He almost never just gives you money alone, there’s always things like gourmet food deliveries (he tells you that it helps you study better) or massage chairs (your neck must be aching after long nights of “studying”; his way of apologising for wearing you out).

It’s the way he pays the utmost attention to the little things like this that makes this seem less like a business transaction and more like the relationship that you’ve always craved for.

Today he’s looking a little stressed out, tie loosened around his neck and grey hair pushed back off his forehead. When you enter the room, his eyes light up upon seeing you wearing his necklace, and he grins in such a childlike manner that it makes your heart ache.

He frowns when he sees the bags under your eyes, “Have you not been sleeping well? What did I tell you about pulling all-nighters?”

“I had a paper due, and you’re one to talk, Jimin,” you chide him gently, running your fingers along his cheek, noting that his complexion looks drawn and tired out. “Rough day?”

“One of our investors decided to suddenly back out, and it’s been a fucking nightmare trying to find a replacement,” he sighs through his nose, absently running his fingers up and down your arm.

“Why don’t I help you relax a little?” Your fingers dance down the front of his dress shirt, feeling the toned firmness of his chest beneath them as he murmurs his approval. You deftly unzip his pants and reach for him, feeling him harden in your warm palm as he steps backwards towards the foot of the bed.

You maintain eye contact with him as your stroke him to full hardness, allowing his precum to slick his entire length. When you enclose your mouth around his sensitive tip, he throws his head back, thighs tensing as you flick and tease at him with your tongue. You work him closer and closer to his orgasm as you swallow his thick length down, letting him remain in the warmth of your throat till tears flood your eyes.

“Wait, fuck, don’t wanna cum in your mouth tonight,” he implores, pushing your mouth away and bringing his lips to yours. His hands slide down to your waist to help you take off your bralette, palming your breasts immediately as they’re revealed. Jimin grabs your hips to shift you onto his lap, sucking bruises into your neck around his necklace.

“You’re always so pretty for me, you know that?” Jimin’s eyes are on your bare chest, admiring how his lips are now imprinted all over your skin, and the way the wishbone glimmers on your skin. His fingers that encircle your waist always make you feel so entirely his, even as he rocks his hard length against your stomach. “Did you like my present?”

“I loved it, Jimin,” you brush a finger over the wishbone. “I know it’s just a necklace, but I couldn’t help thinking of it as my collar, that it makes me yours, and I was so wet all day.”

It scares you to admit that you really want to be his in such a direct way, not when you feel so replaceable, when he could simply find someone else who didn’t want strings attached. To hide your trembling fingers, you reach to lift up your skirt to reveal your core, dripping for him already and he swears when he realises you’re going commando for him.

“No panties with such a short skirt, baby? Fuck, you’re so filthy,” Jimin fists his cock to relieve some of the pressure, and you brush his hands away, supporting yourself on your knees to line him up with your entrance. “Wait, let me finger you or taste you first or something-“

But you stop him with a hand on his wrist, “I was fingering myself all day thinking about your cock inside me while wearing your collar.”

His eyes darken immediately upon your admission, and before your cheeks can heat up with embarrassment, his hands are back around your waist to guide you down as you sink onto his length, and you clench around him immediately. When you reach the base of him, you pause for a moment to savour the feeling of him inside you like this before lifting yourself up and dropping your entire weight onto him.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass resounds through the room, and you’re more than aware that with every thrust, you’re dripping all over his cock and making a mess. But Jimin doesn’t seem to mind as he watches your pussy engulf his cock like it was made for it, and resists the urge to thrust his hips.

Your thighs are wobbly after a while as your pace slows, and Jimin gets the hint as he rolls you over underneath him. He slides his hands under your thighs as he starts pounding into your pussy, unable to hold himself back any longer. His punishing thrusts hit so deep that you have to grab onto his biceps with both hands so that he doesn’t thrust you up the bed, but it feels so fucking good, every time his cock spreads you apart.

Jimin feels like the luckiest man in the world right now, the view of you spread out on his cock, breasts bouncing and his necklace around your neck is enough to make him race for his climax, but not without making sure to rub your clit just the way you like it. 

The feeling of your walls closing around him sends him over the edge, and the electricity that races up and down his spine makes him forget to pull out, allowing himself to spill his ropes of cum inside your battered pussy, covering your walls in his white seed.

This is the first time he’s ever cum inside you, and you savour the feeling of his warm wetness that fills you up so full. He doesn’t insist on using condoms with you, which makes you wonder if you’re the only one he fucks regularly or at all, even though you’ve never had the courage of actually asking him. But the sensation of him cumming inside you makes him feel like he’s actually yours, the intimacy of feeling his cock throb while still inside you as you wrap your arms around his neck while the both of you come down from your highs. 

Jimin drops a kiss on your forehead before he pulls out. “Fuck, sorry I came inside you, are you going to be okay?” 

You shake your head, giving him a small smile as you cup yourself to prevent him from spilling out all over the sheets. “Don’t worry about it.”

And then you fall into your well-practiced routine of gathering your clothes and getting dressed, though it’s a lot harder this time with his cum threatening to drip from your pussy every time you bend down. You can almost feel his eyes on you as he pulls on a shirt in bed, and you want nothing more than to bury your face into his chest and stay in his warm bed 

“Rest well, Jimin,” you shoot him a small smile, pausing by the door and watching as his eyes struggle to keep open.

“Text me when you get back okay? There should be a car waiting to take you home,” Jimin watches your frame by the door, and you nod to acknowledge him before letting yourself out and closing the door behind you gently.

His cheque is sitting on the table outside his room, where it always is, and today there’s also his black platinum credit card on top of it, with a note asking you to treat yourself to anything you want. You brush your fingers against his familiar handwriting, an ache washing over you; and somehow today is different; today it’s harder to just shove the money into your bag like you usually do. 

Your eyes stray to his closed door, imagining his sleeping form on the bed, and how easy it would be to open the door and slide in behind him, slipping your arms around his waist and your nose into the crook of his neck.

But the stark whiteness of the envelope containing his cheque is burned into your consciousness. You can still feel him dripping from your pussy lips and soaking into your underwear even as you grip the wishbone around your neck tightly.

Even just looking at the envelope feels filthy, and only reminds you of the hollow emptiness that sits inside your chest. But to leave it behind and just walk out would mean ending this agreement between you and Park Jimin, and it would mean never seeing him again. At least this way you can pretend he’s yours every week for an hour, imagine what it’s like to have him truly, truly, want you back the way you crave for him.

That’s the closest you’ll ever get.

[dovechim]

proteins and peptides (m)

Anonymous asked:

jimin drabble: - God, I don’t know if I can cum anymore, I feel exhausted. Are you going to keep doing this until I pass out? <3 <3

➾ 2/13 of jimin’s smutfest 2017

➾ 1.3k of filthy smut, overstimulation, baby boy/ noona kink

Jimin says he’s going to fail that midterm if you don’t let him study, but from your point of view, if you were his TA, you’d give him an A just because, no questions asked.  

He’s sitting at his desk, slumped over his tutorials, trying his best to avoid your peppering kisses on his neck, but you’re relentless as your lips reach for every single inch of skin.

“You won’t fail baby, and I just want to play for a bit,” you let your lips ghost over the shell of his ear, the whine in your chest matching his own as you suckle on a particularly sensitive spot just behind his ear. “Stop studying peptides and proteins and let me stroke your cock instead.” 

He’s already half hard in his jeans, trying desperately to conceal it under his study table, but from your position it’s almost useless. You slide a hand down his firm chest teasingly, pausing to play with his nipples on the way even as you approach the zipper of his jeans, and it’s so adorable how he’s still trying to focus on the question in front of him.

Jimin’s pencil is gripped tightly with white knuckles, making illegible scribbles on the page as you palm him daringly. When you release the top button of his jeans, he tosses the pencil aside finally.

You draw back, withdrawing your touch from him, making him whine in disappointment as you sit on his bed beside his desk. “Come here and sit on my lap, baby boy.” 

His reaction is almost instantaneous, pupils dilating as he pushes his blonde hair off his forehead, biting his plush bottom lip. Jimin pushes himself off his chair, turning his back towards you as he draws nearer. Before he can sit down in your lap, you make sure to get a good grope of his ass, relishing the firm muscle under your palms as he settles on your thighs.

You loop your arms around his waist from behind, raising the hem of his shirt over his head, pressing kisses to that magical spot just below his ear that makes him squirm in place on your lap.

“What does my baby boy want?”

As much as he’ll never admit it, Jimin loves that pet name, loves it more when you coddle him like this and stroke his cock till he cums in messy streaks all over his chest and stomach, loves the feeling of helplessness and submission.

“W-want you to touch me.”

You nip his ear lightly in reply, “Tsk, I thought we went over this hmm? Where does my baby boy want me?”

“M-my cock please, noona,” he obediently replies, and you reward him by running your fingers through his hair.

“What a good boy you are.” You push the waistband of his jeans down over his ass and thick thighs, and he helps you by supporting his own weight a little. When his underwear is exposed, you reach under it to tug his cock out, wrapping your hand around the base of him firmly and giving a few generous strokes.  

You rest the already leaking tip onto his stomach, watching as the muscles of his abdomen contract and relax in response to your every movement.

“Do you like it when I stroke your small cock like this? You’re already so wet for me, do you think you could cum a lot for me today, baby boy?”

Your words are having a direct effect on him even as your hand brushes the head of his cock, teasing him and causing his pre cum to gush out uncontrollably over his stomach. Jimin unconsciously spreads his thighs further apart to give you better access, and you keep one arm wrapped around his waist to keep him in place on your lap.

“Yes, I want to c-cum all over my stomach f-for you noona,” he can’t help but stutter as he leans his weight into your frame, hips bucking into your touch. “Noona, faster pleaase…” 

His needy whines that emanate from the depths of his chest make you speed up your hand on his cock, pumping him hard toward his release. “What a naughty boy you are, hmmm? Letting your noona stroke your dirty cock like this. Are you going to cum all over your noona’s hand?”

“Yes, yes, ahhh noona!! I’m coming!!” Jimin’s thrusts into your closed palm speeds up, and you give him that final push by reaching to play with his balls. His release comes in long spurts of white all over your hand and his chest, and you continue to pump him slowly to help him milk out every single drop.

You take your hand off his cock to tilt his head toward you, capturing his lips with yours as you let him calm down a little. 

“D-did I do well, noona?” Jimin looks at the cum that stains his chest before glancing at you.

“You came so well Jiminnie, look at all that cum,” you watch the way the cum begins to drip down his chest and stomach, making sure to shower praises on him as he smirks in satisfaction. “Look at you being so nasty, you came all over yourself, baby boy.”

Reaching for his now soft cock, you begin to massage him again, stroking him with harsh upward strokes that makes him jerk in protest in your lap as his thighs attempt to clamp shut.

“Ah- ah, it’s too much, I ca-an’t-“ His voice catches in his chest on the last word, but you soothe him with kisses to his cheek. 

“Be a good boy and take it for me okay? Noona wants to see how much cum you have for her.”

Jimin chokes back another sob and nods, widening his quivering thighs. The sight of your cum covered hand stroking his cock in between his legs is the hottest sight you’ve ever seen in your life, and you can’t resist but coat his cock with more cum from his chest and continue to stroke him like this. 

He loses track of how many times you’ve made him cum all over himself, sitting there on your lap with your hand always on his cock, but his legs are trembling, it feels like his nerves have been burnt to a crisp and all he can do is just lie there and take it, let you stroke all of the cum out of him. 

Jimin’s never cum so much or so many times in his life, and everytime he stains your hand with even more cum, he ignores the numbing pinpricks of oversensitivity to focus on that lovely sight instead. 

“Noona, are you going to keep doing this until I pass out?” he says after the fourth time, panting so hard that it feels like he’s just finished one of his workouts. “I d-don’t know if I can cum anymore.”

“For me, baby boy? Just one last time.” You coax him, flicking your wrist once more. Satisfaction blooms in your chest when weak spurts of cum emerge from the tip of his cock and dribble down over your fingers.

Every time cum leaks out of his engorged head, you can feel your panties get wetter and wetter, and even though the subsequent spurts are weaker and weaker, and less and less cum ends up on his chest, you’re still satisfied at how messy everything is. 

You take a break to flex your arm and wrist, and he breathes a sigh of relief. Running his fingers through the pools of semen that sit on his chest and in the ridges of his abdomen, he relaxes back into your touch when you stroke his thighs gently.

“You know that semen is a really good source of protein right?” You whisper into his ear, eyes drifting back to the worksheets still undone on his desk.

“Wh-what?” Jimin is still too fucked out to process your words properly.

“Don’t say that I never help you when you study.” 

[dovechim]

show-off (m)

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"I wouldn’t misbehave half as much if I didn’t like you spanking me as much as I do." Being spanked and choked just might be my kinks lol I feel freaky💋 Writer here and just wanted to say I LOVE your works. Your style of writing i beautiful❤️🙏 Hope this goes well and if this doesn't get chosen it's perfectly fine lol. Rest if you need to, I know how it is💀🙏👏

➾ 5/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017

Jimin is hardly ever angry, but when he is, it’s downright terrifying.

Come to think of it, you can’t remember the last time he got angry, not even when you finished the last of his favourite banana milk, or when you accidentally shrunk his favourite shirt in the wash. They’re right when they say the happiest people are the scariest when they’re angry, and case in point number one is Park Jimin.

He’s fuming at his computer desk right now, and if you weren’t low-key a little terrified, you’d pinch his cheeks and coo over how cute he looks when he frowns. But since Jeongguk made up some excuse and fled the room 15 minutes ago, he hasn’t said a single word, and you’re starting to worry that you might have gone too far this time.

“Chim?”

He doesn’t respond immediately when you call him by his favourite nickname, and that’s when you know you’re in hot soup.

“Did you know? That Jeongguk was going to be over to record a demo?” he turns in his chair to face you finally, and there’s not a trace of his usual cheerfulness or jovial tone.

“Y-yes. I knew.”

“Then you came here like that so that you could show off for him? “

“No! I- I just want to… I wanted to make you jealous.”

There’s silence for a while, and Jimin regards you seriously from his position across the room. You cross your arms and squirm uncomfortably in your seat, wishing he would just fucking do something, say something, anything-

“Come here, over my lap. You know what bad girls get.”

You’re across the room immediately, and Jimin helps you get settled with your ass up on his lap. His gentle touches on your body lets you know that he still ultimately cares about your safety and comfort, even as he adjusts his own position so that the arm of his desk chair doesn’t dig into your ribs.

“Skirt up and panties down baby, you know the rules.”

You flip your skirt up to expose yourself to his gaze, and Jimin’s hands are on your ass immediately.

“No panties, even? Fuck, you’re such a dirty fucking girl. First you come in here dressed in that white shirt with no bra, bending down and letting Jeongguk see your tits, and now you don’t even have your panties. Did you want Jeongguk to see your pussy too?”

Jimin’s hands are caressing the flesh of your ass, dipping teasingly in between your legs to where you really want him, and you have a hard time answering. When you don’t reply fast enough, he punishes you with a sharp slap to your left cheek. 

“Y-yes! H-he saw my pussy when I bent down in front of him.”

“Fuck, did he?” Jimin punctuates his sentence with a few more spanks, and the sharp sting of his palm against your skin reverberates through the room. “He saw how wet your pussy was then?” 

His fingers dip down to your wet slit as he says this, and you moan in response. “He saw how wet I was, only for you.”

You know you said just the right thing, because a sharp intake of breath follows. “Tell me, why did you want Jeongguk to see your wet little pussy and your perky tits?”

“T-to let him know th-that I’m yours only.”

“That’s my girl,” he rewards you with a few strokes to your clit, and you whine at the sensation. “But bad girls still need to be punished, so you’re gonna take it like a big girl okay? Count for me, or else I’ll start from zero.”

You take a deep breath to steel yourself for the incoming hits, but then Jimin does something he’s never done before. He slides two of his thick fingers deep into your cunt, letting them stay there as he commences his spanks so that he can feel the way you contract around him every time.

“How does that feel baby? You okay?” Jimin soothes your red skin with the palm of his hand once he’s done, his fingers still buried inside of you. You can feel your juices dripping down your thighs and onto his jeans, and the squelching sounds every time he moves his fingers sends a blush to your cheeks.

“Look how your pussy is dripping all over my fingers,” Jimin chuckles as he presses a kiss to your back, anger entirely dissipated. “If you’d been a good girl we could’ve skipped all this and I could’ve fucked you real good by now.”

You twist your head back to look at him, arching your sore ass into his touch even as his fingers bury themselves deeper inside you. “But you’re hot when you’re jealous, even if you’re a little scary. I wouldn’t misbehave that much if I didn’t like you spanking me and calling me a dirty girl.”

“Fuck, you’re really a slut aren’t you? Only for me?” His last question is slightly more serious, and even though he would never outrightly say it, you know that a part of him was genuinely jealous of the way you used Jeongguk to tease him like this.

“Only for you baby.”

[dovechim]

huffle my puff (m)

anonymous asked:

“I want you to tie me up and blindfold so I don’t know what’s coming while you use me” -- hehe

anonymous asked:

"I want you to tie me up and blindfold so I don’t know what’s coming while you use me." for the jimin drabbles <3

➾ 7/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017

Sometimes, you really regret doing this inter-house relationship thing. You should have just ended the whole thing after your friends had warned you off it in pure Slytherin fashion by intimidating the fuck out of your poor boyfriend one fine day when you decided to bring him back to the dungeons dorms. You’ll never forget the look on poor Jimin’s face when your housemates decided to just casually gather in the common room with candles and a fucking pentagram on the ground and start chanting and hissing; you really should have ended it then.

But Jimin’s really, really too sweet for his own good.

You know it’s the Hufflepuff in him speaking when he says that you should be more accepting of different denominations of religion, even if they are “cult-like” or “demonic”. So maybe your housemates failed at intimidating the poor boy after all, all owing to the pure goodness of his heart.

It’s safe to say that you stopped bringing him back to your room after that, instead opting for his dorms next to the kitchen. You get a kick out of scaring the poor little first years by simply glancing in their direction, even though Jimin always chides you for it (to which you respond, “it’s just my resting bitch face!!”).

When you first started dating him, you did so out of spite, in response to Solbin’s dare for you to fuck a Hufflepuff. You’d never go near one otherwise, much less sweet little Jimin with his pink fluffy hair and chubby cheeks, but you bit the bullet and seduced him by slipping him a lust potion. Only it didn’t work because of fucking Jeon Jeongguk who snatched that firewhiskey out of your hands the moment you poured it, but you managed to get Jimin in bed in the end, without the use of any alcohol by purely through flirtation and seduction alone.

And boy was it the best fuck you’d ever had. Whatever power dynamics that exists between the two houses completely vanishes once you close the doors, and you discovered that Jimin is into domination.

He has this way of completely dominating your every sense in a way that is tender yet firm, and while you’d never consider yourself to be the submissive type, the tables completely turn when the Hufflepuff gets you alone.

Jimin closes the door behind him and you scramble to get onto the bed, though not fast enough for his liking because he slaps your ass cheek, content to see the flesh that wobbles under his palm. You assume the position that he loves, face down into his pillow and back arched up, ass high up in the air for his viewing pleasure. 

From the corner of your eye you spot his bright yellow tie thrown carelessly onto his bed spread, the silky material looking so soft and incandescent as compared to your emerald one, and you have a sudden urge to wear his colours on your skin.

“Jimin- Daddy,” you hastily correct yourself when you catch the beginning of his growl of disapproval.

His hands slip over the curve of your hips, sliding your skirt down to reveal his favourite pair of yellow cotton panties. Your Slytherin housemates would positively disown you if they knew about this, and even more so if they happened to open your underwear drawer to find 90% of all your underwear being that “ghastly shade of yellow”, according to them.

But it gives you a forbidden thrill, especially that one time when Jimin lifted your skirt over your ass when you were in your common room, flashing your yellow underwear to the entire room.

Thank goodness your housemates were all too absorbed in a game of wizard’s chess.

“Yes, princess?” He finally obliges you, and you keen when he slides two fingers over your clit through the cotton material of your panties. “Did you wear this just for me baby?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he rewards you with more pressure to your clit.

“Daddy…” your breath is cut off as he slides a finger inside you. “Y-your tie.”

He pauses in his ministrations as he reaches for his tie. “What about my tie baby? You wanna wear my Hufflepuff tie? Do you think you deserve it though?”

“No, n-not wear it,” you gasp for breath when he adds another thick finger inside you. “Wa-want you to blindfold me with your tie, daddy.” 

You swear you can feel his cock jerk in his pants against your back, and he mutters a low curse under his breath before obliging you, coaxing you to turn and sit on your knees before bringing the silk material up to your eyes. As darkness engulfs you, the silky material of his yellow tie, along with his gentle touches as he secures it around your head, makes you feel at ease.

“Fuck, you look so good with my house colours on you,” Jimin has to pause and sit back to admire how good you look blindfolded like this, on your knees and totally submissive to him. He reaches for another one of his spare ties to loop around your wrists. “Okay baby?” 

“Yes,” you smile at him. You feel the bed shift under you as Jimin moves about, and not being able to see what he’s doing sends even more arousal gushing to your core.

“Open up, baby.” You feel the head of his cock at your lips and willingly part your lips, and Jimin slides his cock in immediately. The taste of him, salty and bitter, heavy and thick on your tongue makes you moan immediately, and Jimin grips your hair as you sink down on his cock.

“You take cock so well, hmmm? I know you love having your throat fucked like this, be a good girl and take it deeper, like I know you can.”

His cock slides into your throat, and your nose is pressed into his base for a few seconds before he tugs you off, admiring the strings of saliva that connect the two of you. You expect him to slide down your throat again, but he leaves you hanging with his cock just inches away, and you whine in frustration when he rubs precum all over your lips teasingly.

“You want my cock baby? Gonna have you hear you say it, c’mon.”

“I want your cock, Daddy.” You tilt your head to look up at where you imagine him to be, already aching to have his cock back down your throat.

“I think you can do better than that, let daddy hear how dirty you are.” Jimin strokes your cheek with his fingers before tapping it with his sticky cock.

“I want you to use me, Daddy, fuck my throat while I’m blindfolded so I can’t see what’s coming.” You spread your thighs to relieve the ache between them, and he must have seen it, because he chuckles and strokes your hair tenderly.

“That’s it, now open wide.” His cock slides down your throat once more, and you welcome him by gagging loudly to satisfy him. Your saliva is all over his cock, dripping to his balls as he thrusts repeatedly into your mouth, and he doesn’t even warn you when he cums, salty blasts of semen erupting down your throat. You try your best to relax your throat and swallow every drop he gives you, because you know that Jimin loves seeing you swallow his cum without wasting any.

When you’re done swallowing, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, hoping it’s clean, and his accompanying groan confirms it.

“Good girl, you love daddy’s cum don’t you? And good girls get rewarded, don’t they?”

[dovechim]

it's not on the sentence starters, but the reader being someone who strips in her sleep because it's too hot and jimin just *heaving breathing*

I LOVE THIS IDEA thank you bb!!!!

feel free to send me suggestions like this!! i’ll combine them into a request if they’re suitable enough :-)

[dovechim]

Hey girl! So I’m really confused right now if you have finish the jimin’s smut fest or not? Because the last time you updated was part 13/13 (?) so I’m really confused if you finished it.

yes, i’ve finished it!! all 13 parts are now up :-)

[dovechim]

Hi girrrrrrrrl, loved the new tae fix as everyone did cuz holy fuck we are all kinky fucks, anywaysssss do you have like a compilation/list of the impreg stuff? As far as I know you’ve done suga, jungkook, tae and the vocal line correct? I’m so psyched for Jimins if you haven’t!!! Lots of love beeeebeeeeee

thank you darling!!!

ahh I've also been thinking if i should group all of these sins together to stop ppl from condemning themselves  i guess i’ll do an informal one here!!

list of impregnation fics/drabbles/idek anymore i’ve done:

party (rapline)

songbird (vocal line)

edge (jungkook)

planning ahead (taehyung)

barefoot and (jimin, part of smut fest 2017)

jimin drabble 

catch your death (hoseok)

catharsis (yoongi)

the dark side of the moon (jimin hybrid)

[dovechim]

thigh choker (m)

anonymous asked:

Park Jimin + "Have you been fucking someone else? Because I can do it better than them, you know I can. Let me prove to you why I should still be your favorite, filthy whore." Thank youuuuuuu

➾13/13 (fucking finally????) of jimin’s smut fest 2017

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➾ this is it!!!!! this concludes my jimin smut fest, and altho my thirst for jimin will never die, i’m more than relieved to finally finish this... like 2 months late..... but at least before 2017 ends :”)

side note: ssireum means korean wrestling

The sports arena is bustling with cameramen, sports officials and athletes running around, all of them trying to get who knows where before the actual event starts. The incessant buzzing of your phone in your back pocket also reminds you that you have less than 15 minutes to locate Park Jimin and get him ready for his own event, so it’s really a game of high stakes here.

As the team manager of the men’s national ssireum team, it’s your job to make sure everyone’s in place, a less glorious title than it sounds, because all you really do is just top up the athletes’ sports drinks, make them more protein shakes, and pat off their sweat when they ask you to. It’s not that bad of a job, really, and it pays well too, so that doesn’t hurt either. Everyone on the team is an absolute sweetheart, they all take pity on you because they see you as their little sister.

All except Park Jimin.

“Where the fuck have you been?” You hiss at him upon discovering him still lingering outside the male toilets.

“Just taking a piss- fucking relax would you?” He runs his hand casually through his faded orange hair, not even a little bit stressed over his upcoming final match.

“I can’t- not when your final most important match is in like 10 minutes and you’re not even half ready,” you grab him by the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and by some gargantuan strength you didn’t even know you’d had, drag him over to your team’s private dressing room.

Jimin shoots you a greasy little smile once you’re alone together in the room, because this is his favourite part of his pre match routine. In fact, he knows it so well that he’s already starting to react as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

“Hurry up, stop teasing,” he complains with a whine when your fingers skitter over the front of his loose grey sweatpants, far too loose for your liking.

“Who’s the one who wasted so much time in the first place?” You grumble at him even as you push his underwear down, taking his half hard length in your hand and massaging it. “You can cum in like 2 minutes anyway, seen you do it before.”

“Only when you flash me your tits,” Jimin grins leerily at you from his position, and it’s almost unfair how good he looks from such an unsavoury angle. “I want your mouth.”

You hesitate, allowing his length to slowly grow stiff in your palm as you stroke him up and down. “You want me to suck you off after you just took a piss?”

“Was just kidding, geez. Wanted to turn up the pressure so I may or may not have purposely hid in the men’s-“

You silence him by sliding your tongue over his balls, letting it travel all the way up to his tip before you suck him in deep. Jimin gasps, almost as if in pain, and you feel a lick of satisfaction. He deserves it for being such a prick, anyway.

Soon his hand is on the back of your head, coaxing you to take him deeper as you coat his cock with your saliva, letting it get all nice and messy over your chin, just how he likes it.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this, no wonder you’re our team manager,” Jimin sighs as you swallow around him.

You draw back to take a breath, checking your watch briefly, and it tells you that you still have around 9 minutes left. Plenty of time, you’ve made him cum down your throat in three minutes flat before.

As you place your hands on his inner thighs, you glance up at him, knowing how much he likes his eye contact when getting blown, but your eyes catch on a purple, irritated bruise at the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder, right in the crook of his collarbone.

One which you definitely didn’t give him.

Jealousy flares in your throat and you sit back, holding him in place when he tries to force his dick back into the warm confines of your mouth.

He only whines in response, glancing down at you on your knees.

“Have you been fucking someone else?” You ask with his dick still firmly grasped at the base, and the light yet insistent pressure is enough to make him sober the fuck up. 

“Wh-what? No, of course not, how could I-“

“Stop fucking lying, Park, I can see that hickey on your neck. Who was it? Jung Somin? No wait, it was Lee Seulmin, wasn’t it? That slut’s been drooling over your dick since the time you flashed your abs after winning regionals.”

Jimin shifts uncomfortably, all too aware that you’re holding his most prized possession while very very pissed off, and it only gets worse when your other hand scoops his balls into their grasp with a slight squeeze. Fuck, he could nut right now if it weren’t for your hand squeezing his cock a little too firmly.

“Ah, fuck, fine,” he wheezes when you give a tug to his balls. “Seulmin asked me to meet her at the men’s washrooms. I had no idea what she wanted, but before I could do anything, she already had her hand down my pants and her lips on my neck.”

You chuckle in response, letting up on the pressure on his dick just a tad. “Don’t you know by now, Jimin? She wanted to suck your dick, baby. All the girls do, who wouldn’t want this cock down their throat?”

You start to stroke him again, and he visibly relaxes in your grip. You have half a mind to just leave him with blue balls to compete, but since he has to win this final match, it’s not feasible. So you widen your eyes, feigning the illusion of innocence as you gaze up at Jimin, letting the tip of his cock drool its precum all over your face.

“But we both know I can suck your cock better than any of them can, don’t we?” You ask him, smiling sweetly as you spread his precum around on your cheeks, showing him just how well his arousal stains your face. “Let me prove to you why I should still be your favourite, filthy whore, how about that baby?”

Jimin can only groan in agreement, his cock feels so hard against the softness of your lips, and all he wants to do is feel the warm welcome of your tongue against him again. “Fuck, yes, no one sucks cock like you, you take my cock so well.” 

Appeased temporarily, you allow him to slide into your mouth again, relaxing your throat so that he goes all the way until his head touches the back of your throat. Then you swallow around him, forcing your muscles to contract around him, making him almost sob in pleasure.

“Fuck, please, oh please, I’m gonna cum,” Jimin says with his teeth buried in his lower lip, all while admiring the way his precum looks all shiny on your cheeks, and wonders what it would be like to-

You pull off his cock with a great, filthy wet sound as the suction of your throat releases. “Don’t cum down my throat. Want it all on my face.”

Jimin swears he’ll die right there.

But you don’t even allow him time to process this thought, because you’re holding him right over your face and jerking him off hard, intent on driving him over the edge.

And like putty in your hands, he succumbs with a few useless thrusts into midair, ropes of his cum landing perfectly on your forehead and cheeks. You close your eyes as you feel the hot lashes of semen hit your skin, coating every single inch with his stickiness.

“Goddamn,” he pants heavily as he kneels down to admire his handiwork, placing his hand on your neck as he strokes your skin in admiration. “You’re so fucking hot, I sure as hell don’t deserve you.”

Your tongue darts out to lick your lips clean off his cum so that you can tell him to stand up, reaching in your back pocket for the strip of fabric that you have to tie around his waist and thigh. 

Jimin obliges by pulling his sweatpants up, tucking his spent length in as he waits for you to tie the belt around him. With his cum still wet and sticky on your cheeks, you reach around him to fasten the belt with experienced fingers, securing it around his upper thigh.

“Done,” you pat his thigh, checking the time on your watch, but then a knock sounds on the door.

“Park, get out here!” The stressed out voice of his coach demands, but Jimin’s gaze is still on your cum drenched face.

“Go get ‘em, Chim,” You run a finger through the half dried mess on your cheek, sucking the tip of it into your mouth. “But I’m not done with you yet, so you better go out there and win it.”