𝚮𝚺𝐋𝚺𝚷 𝚯𝐅 𝚻𝚪𝚯𝚿 | 𝝩𝝜𝝨 𝗚𝝝𝗗 𝗙𝝞𝗟𝝨𝗦, #𝟭
pairing: blond!park jimin x f!reader
genre: dark romance, yandere au, angst, fluff, smut
word count: tbd (preview, currently finishing)
synopsis: park jimin had been running for most of his life - burdened by his family name and his beauty that separated him from his dreams, he found no other solution but to find his way in the city of san francisco. he thinks he may have found a life in a simplistic world of work, studies and lonesome hours, occasionally filled with the company of a possible girlfriend, but his world is slowly turned on its axis when he meets a quiet yet observant young woman that draws him in immediately - who sees him more than the sum of his parts. as their love grows, jimin thinks it may just be the life he's been looking for...but love clashes with truth and soon the web of lies begin to unravel and he may have walked into a life that he cannot run from...but does he even want to?
disclaimer: this is a fictional piece of media and is not be construed as reality. i wrote this to examine the flip side of the dark romance world and is for fictional purposes only. any people, places and events mentioned are merely part of this fictional universe. we do not condone any form of abuse in real life. i hope this piece intrigues you, but also makes us look at biases we may have!
author note: hello darlings! this is a preview of my first piece of bts fanfiction/media and honestly I'm very proud of it. this IS a series. check out link at the top or on my page to see the full masterlist. more visuals and full fic will be out on... (check notes below)
FEBRUARY --, 19--
Jimin’s skin, pale and sparkling like a diamond in it's purest form, was covered by the flimsy black mask. It covered part of his forehead, his upper cheekbones, nose and the skin above his cupid's bow. It was lazily encrusted by false gems that would surely fall off the moment he took it off. It felt itchy and like he was being held hostage by it, but for the considerable pay, he’d wear anything. So if it was a false mask to fit into the "masquerade" party, so be it.
Even then, his arms ached as he held the circular serving tray, holding flutes of bubbly champagne for exuberant and shameless guests to take as they pleased. His arms strained from holding it in the same position for hours on end.
There was a prickle underneath his skin, but he bubbled it down to the environment. Who wouldn't feel like the world had chosen favorites when the chandeliers glistened, the hors-d'œuvre were combinations unknown to most men on silver platters and the clothing was probably worth more than any job he'd ever take?
How lucky – they all know they belong, something he never had.
A sharp cackle followed by a tidal wave of equally pitched laughter echoed across the large hall and snapped Jimin out of his daydream. He swiveled his head to the sound of the noise to find that it was merely impossible to do so in a room of over three hundred people.
“Section one and two need refills. Their drinks are at the bar.” There was barely any time for Jimin to react as he was nudged towards the bar by his manager, who did not know his name nor cared to learn it. He was a tall and grubby man who seemingly did not care for anyone but the money he placed in his pocket at the end of the night.
Walking towards the bar made him feel the usual normal sweat he always endured. Not that he did this often as the language barrier caused communicational issues, but he was relieved to take the temporary position after the raise in rent for his apartment shot up without warning. Maybe it wouldn’t have been a big deal to anyone else, but it burned a hole in his pocket. His job at the bookstore paid well enough to help him get by but the rise in costs for textbooks, food, rent and phone calls began to pile up. He had promised himself to never take servicing jobs again, but in desperate times, there were desperate measures taken.
Still, it didn't mean he had to enjoy it.
The bartender, who wore a similar mask to his own but had gold instead of silver nodded his head to the tray of drinks and turned to continue cutting limes and orange slices. Jimin slowly grabbed the tray and with careful steps, walked towards the front of the room, avoiding the drunken party-goers who made the event seem like a rave concert rather than an engagement party. Hell, he didn’t even know it was an engagement party until he saw the sign in front of the entrance. He couldn’t read it, but anyone who knew anything would know that the two rings in the painting signified marriage.
He hadn't worked at that particular hotel before, so the layout was unknown to him. However, it was easy to not speak at all, (he thanked every deity ever up above because of it), as all he had to do was look out for which table had empty drinks that resembled the ones he had on the tray. He waltzed up to the table that matched his tray and began to exchange drinks for the refilled ones. He never looked up from his task, not that he needed to anyway.
No one noticed him that night for two reasons – he was a staff member waiting on hand and foot and he had a mask that covered his face, keeping a wall between everyone. It was a relief that he could walk around without fear of being called over to be reduced to a pretty thing on someone’s arm. Even with his suit of armor in the shape of a cheap mask, he felt himself stiff.
He had lived with stiffness and paranoia in his bones since he was born a gorgeous little boy in his mother’s arms – but that was ways across the ocean and with a name that he no longer identified with.
So he shook it off, carrying the tray to the back kitchen where the heat of pots and stoves prickled his skin. He laid the tray of drinks near the sink where a Hispanic boy was washing dishes and who merely nodded his head in acknowledgement.
Rinse and repeat.
Get drinks filled to the brim with legal poison, clean up the old drinks, bring them to the back.
Rinse and repeat.
He followed this pattern to the point he could feel his shirt wrinkling with every second passing. Sweat began to pour down his neck and he consistently patted his face to ensure he didn’t look like he had jumped into the olympic sized pool that was down the hall. By the end of the night, he was sure that he had lost nearly all of the liquid in his body to the extensive labor he had of walking, carrying, moving for over ten hours at that point.
Nearing three in the morning, when most of the guests had begun to flee to their rooms either in groups or in duos fumbling around as if they were rabid animals, he was directed to clean the outside balcony. One step outside and he could feel his vision go black – just an array of glasses and fallen bracelets and glass littering the entire balcony.
How disgusting the aristocracy are.
He cleaned up the spills and cracked glass, giving the last of his energy to finish the last task before making his way home. He tied up the garbage bags and stepped forward to enter back into the main ballroom. But he stopped and instead dropped the bags near the door and moved forward to leaned on the railing of the balcony, allowing the cool wind to soothe his neck and flow through his thin button up shirt. With a deep inhale and the closing of eyes, he stared out into the night, allowing the moon to cast light on him like a spotlight on a stage. He could hear laughter and something else that he didn’t care or feel comfortable paying attention to.
When he opened his eyes, taking in the garden down below, he smiled for the first time that night. It looks gorgeous, something out of a painting from the little he could see in the dark of night. Trees, fountains and florals. It would be a great place to propose or have a first date. He wondered if the couple that was being celebrated had something as beautiful as this in their engagement story. To get married was a commitment and a great beauty for two souls who desired to be intertwined – something he could only imagine and receive from novels.
Snap.
His head swiveled to the sound of something cracking and his eyes landed downward to a figure standing near the side of the garden below him.
Eyes met.
The gown she wore was sparkly and had a soft pink hue that made her glow. A mask, one that was the same pink as her gown, sat on her face like a tiara – something she was worthy of from the way she stood.
She stared up at him, lips parting in a soft gasp, but she made no move to keep walking. It was as if she was staring at something she had longed for – like an ex-lover that got away or a forbidden piece of gold she wanted to touch. She never took her eyes off of him, a view of awe and glued to the ground.
He opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he didn’t know what for. At the same time, she copied his movement as her pink lips parted, Noticing their parallel movements, he blushed red but she let out a giggle. It wasn't pointed to humiliate him, but a laughter of amusement, of a jester accidentally making the princess laugh.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” She smiled brightly, tilting her in a teasing way, “Forgive me?"
Jimin didn't move, didn't speak, only lifted his head up and down in response. He wasn't allowed to talk to guests and he actually physically couldn't. English never came easy to him and even with over a year of learning, his mind couldn't stick to it. And Americans never spoke Korean unless they were Korean themselves.
At his nod, she chuckled once more, probably taking his silence as shyness, and opened her mouth once again before some loud sound caught her attention. A voice calling out from beyond the garden. At this, he turned away from the balcony, grabbing the bags and stepping into the ballroom.
He wasn’t blind and wasn’t stupid as many thought he was. Even with the little English he knew, body language was universal. However, it wasn’t for him – the idea of comfort in a world filled with rubies and velvet lined chairs. In another world, they could have met in a room like the one he was cleaning, but in this one, he was just a waiter and she was a vibrant guest. The glimmer, the spark, the tether, that held tightly around his neck like a noose, was something that he escaped once.
He would never go back again.
Not for a pretty face.
Not for all the money or fame in the world.
Not for the chance to feel human for once.
And although the simple few words could have meant nothing, it was a door he never wanted to cross, let alone see in his life. So he threw out the trash, collected his paycheck, and walked to the bus stop with his belongings strapped to his back as he moved from fantasy driven land of the Parthenia hotel and into the late night trash covered roads of reality.
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Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.
Relationship: Human Jimin x Vampire Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Vampires, College/University, Roommates to lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Alcohol, Blood Drinking, Choking, Degradation Kink, Masturbation, Jimin Has a Pain Kink, Scratching, Slapping, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites
Word Count: 16,125
A/N: Pls enjoy what I think was my first vampire fic I ever wrote?? idk I can't remember shit
Soundtrack: Nectar - WayV
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
Ambrogio University had the bright idea to open its doors to humans. Having been a private university for vampires for five centuries, the controversial decision to end the admissions practice of denying humans was the university president’s final declaration before retiring. She had been known for operating from a far more inclusive mindset compared to previous presidents. But despite her charitable mindset, most current students, alumni, and staff were up in arms about the whole thing. Even a few trustees were ready to pull out of supporting the university (and many of them actually did). Not only was there a social shift on campus, but there was a sudden concern about the financial impact of opening the university’s doors to humans.
Still, the efforts were underway with full force. A flood of humans were applying as first years, and even more were transferring from human-only universities.
Which was how you ended up with a new human transfer student, Park Jimin, standing at the front door of your dorm with a backpack slung over his shoulder, a large cardboard box in his arms, and a suitcase at his feet. You’re sure he’d given you a proper greeting, but all you could focus on was his prominent Adam’s apple and his muscular neck.
This shit was stupid.
The university was running out of human-only dorms, the administration said. They had nowhere to put the influx of new students - aside from filling up vacant rooms. And it just so happened that you had a vacant room. Your old roommate’s parents pulled her out of the university once they learned that humans would be allowed in. You’d barely been in class for a week and she was gone.
Although you had nothing against humans, you’d put up a fight before eventually giving in to having one live with you. It sounded like such a bad idea to bring non-vampires into what was supposed to be a safe haven. Were they just going to ignore the centuries of violence humans had inflicted on vampires? Or the controversial but true reality that some vampires simply had very little self control around other species? What was the university going to do if some human student got found sucked dry in the library? Vampires were still living on the outskirts of human society; any tragedy at the university would only push everyone’s efforts back decades. Maybe even centuries.
None of your protests mattered, and the administration ultimately swayed you with the promise that they’d heavily discount your housing fees if you roomed with a human.
You had to sign a rather lengthy contract before being paired with the human. No harassment or discriminatory behavior against the human. No biting the human. No drinking the human’s blood, regardless of source or method. No hypnotizing or using any other form of supernatural powers against the human. No turning the human into a vampire. The list of rules went on and on. You presumed the humans had their own version of the contract to sign, but you had yet to ask anyone about it. And because you were a born vampire rather than a turned vampire, you had to undergo a short training to learn the basic functions of a human, though most of the training was merely a reiteration of the contract rules and didn’t really provide any useful information.
What seemed like the most important thing to remember was that humans were fragile, unbelievably so. And they were stupid, so they didn’t understand just how fragile they really were.
Your new roommate looked like he was probably the stupid kind of human. You watched him with your arms crossed against your chest, your dark maroon hawk eyes cataloging his features as he stood in the doorway. He was pretty, much prettier than the humans you’d ever interacted with, which admittedly wasn’t many. Aside from the allure of his neck, he had suggestively plump lips and sharp eyes that were overpowered by his puffy cheeks when he smiled. Despite his lean, muscular body, there was a softness to him that only added to your belief that he was stupid. Softness in humans was dangerous, and this kid clearly didn’t realize how vulnerable he was.
“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he said, raising his shoulders in a greeting since his hands were too full to wave. There were the puffy cheeks coming out. You hated how cute he was.
“You smell like sweat,” you replied, dropping your arms to your side. There were a few other things the training had insisted you do with your new human. One of which was to attempt to make yourself as humanlike as possible, as to make your human more comfortable in his new environment. Which was, again, stupid, but you supposed it wouldn’t kill you to force yourself to walk at a humanlike speed and not drink bottled blood while you lounged in the living room where he could see.
By the way the human’s eyes grew wide you figured your comment probably wasn’t a very human thing to say.
Oh well.
“I’ve been carrying heavy things and it’s really hot outside…” the human mumbled, but you were already heading down the hallway. He quickly followed you, awkwardly dragging his suitcase behind him as he went.
“Unfortunately, we have to share a bathroom, but there should be enough room for you to put your stuff in the cabinets.” You gestured toward the bathroom door and continued down the hall, briefly stopping at a closed door. “That’s my room. Don’t go in there.”
You tossed a look over your shoulder to narrow your eyes at Jimin. He audibly gulped and nodded his head.
“Good. And this is your bedroom.” You stopped in front of the door, standing to the side so Jimin could enter. You watched him take in his surroundings, trying not to stare too much at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed every time he swallowed. He brushed his blonde bangs away from his forehead and you could see the sweat that had accumulated from the late-summer humidity outside.
“Do you need water?” you asked tentatively, eyes narrowed as you waited for his response. When humans sweat, they need water, right?
“Oh yes, please!” Jimin sat his luggage down and followed you like a little puppy back to the front of your dorm where the living room and kitchen were.
“I don’t really have a lot of dishes,” you admitted, handing him a glass. “I don’t need them, so…” You weren’t sure if it was against best practices to talk about your diet with your human, but it was bound to come up eventually.
If Jimin was put off, he didn’t give any reaction. He simply guzzled down his water and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you expectantly. It was annoying.
“They told me they built a dining hall for… humans.” The word fell from Jimin’s lips awkwardly, as if he’d never said the word human before. “Do you think the food is good or should I probably just make my own food? The college I transferred from had really shitty food.”
You stood there for a moment, staring at him blankly. He was joking, right?
“I’ve never had it, so I don’t know.”
His eyes grew wide for a moment, but he quickly let them fall back to normal again and simply nodded his head.
“Right.”
The two of you stared at each other for much longer than you were comfortable with. Jimin leaned against the kitchen counter and shamelessly watched you, never looking away when you caught his gaze.
“You never told me your name,” he said with a small smile, as though he thought you were being forgetful and cute.
“They didn’t tell you who you were rooming with?”
The human shook his head.
“I’m Y/N.” It seemed pretty dumb of him to agree to live with someone you didn’t have any information on, but you reminded yourself that you’d done the same thing…
“How old are you?”
Your eyebrows shot up at his sudden question and you blinked a few times in surprise. “What, do you think I’m from the 1800s or some shit? Some ancient freak?”
“No! I just, I was just wondering,” he stuttered, lips sticking out in a nervous pout. You could hear his heartbeat increase slightly.
“I’m twenty-two. Shocking, huh?” You took a step towards Jimin and his heart picked up again. With narrowed eyes, you leaned into his personal space, close enough to see your own reflection in his eyes. How funny.
“You humans watch Twilight and suddenly think you’re experts.” As you spoke you watched Jimin’s eyes land on your mouth, likely noticing your elongated canines for the first time. “Don’t believe everything you see on TV, kid. It might get you into trouble.”
You took a step back and allowed Jimin some space to breathe because you noticed he’d stopped at some point in your little interrogation. Definitely didn’t want your human passing out on his first day. You were sure the university administration would hate that.
“Gimme your phone.”
“What?” Jimin eyed you curiously.
“Gimme your phone.” You held out your hand impatiently. “Roommates need to have each other’s numbers. Didn’t you have a roommate at your old college?”
“Yeah, but he…”
You didn’t need Jimin to finish his sentence. You knew what he was going to say. But he wasn’t a vampire.
With a huff you snatched his phone out of his hand, quickly inputting your number before handing it back. “Don’t call me unless it’s an emergency. I hate talking on the phone.”
Jimin nodded quickly, hopefully learning that he would be better off keeping his mouth shut.
“Good. I gotta go to class, but uh, make yourself at home.”
You were going to regret this.
🩸
As it turned out, surprisingly, Jimin was a pretty chill roommate. After everything you’d heard about humans growing up, you’d thought he would require a lot more work. Thankfully, he was rather self-sufficient. He spent most of his time in the library, not that you knew that; all you were going off of was what he’d told you. And when he was at your dorm, he didn’t require much out of you. The main thing that you could really live without was his incessant questions.
“Do you care if I use garlic? Garlic powder?”
You lifted your head from where you laid sprawled out on the living room couch, pillow tucked under your arm and a Nat Geo special about King Tut on the TV. You could see Jimin standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open.
“Excuse me?”
Jimin turned to look at you, a soft pout forming on his face that could only be explained by his desire to be accommodating for you, despite having no idea what he was fucking talking about.
“Well, is it true that vampires don’t like garlic?” He brushed his bangs out of the way and looked into your eyes from across the room. Unlike the other humans scurrying around the university, intimidated by their vampire peers, Jimin met your gaze with no hesitation or timidness. It was odd.
“No. That’s a myth,” you said with a sigh, plopping down on your pillow. Jimin had thrown these types of stereotypical questions your way at least three times a day. Initially it had pissed you off, but he was slowly starting to wear you down. It was hard to get mad when he looked at you with such soft eyes, lips slightly parted, a look of earnestness on his face as though you were going to give him forbidden knowledge.
If anything, the worst part was him simply existing. You’d never spent so much time with a human in such close proximity before. You’d assumed after the first few days you’d get used to the sound of his heart, the smell of his skin, the way you could see his pulse in his neck when he was hunched over his textbooks at the kitchen table.
Yet here you were, weeks later, subconsciously licking your lips as you watched him watch you.
Jimin let out a small hmm and turned back to the grocery list he was making. Assuming the conversation was over, you turned back to your show and settled deeper into the blanket you had wrapped around you.
“Is it true that vampire bites feel good?”
Jimin migrated to the living room and dared to sit down on the other end of the couch you were lying on. The close proximity genuinely startled you, although you refused to let it show. You’d never been so close to him, and for good reason. Everything about his smell and the pumping of his veins inside his body was enhanced the closer he got to you. You could feel your own breathing hitch, and you quickly sat up.
“Who told you that?” you asked him slowly, tongue heavy in your mouth.
Jimin shrugged, leaning his head back slightly to run his fingers through his blonde locks. The action exposed his neck slightly, making his Adam’s apple more prominent. “I’ve just heard people say that.”
You stared at him for a long time, unsure of how you should approach the question. The training your university had provided hadn’t addressed anything like this.
“It can… depending on the situation.”
“Like what?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Why do you want to know this shit all of a sudden?”
“It’s not all of a sudden.” Jimin gave you a smile that reached his eyes. He brought up his legs to cross them on the couch. “I’m just curious. I’ve never had a vampire friend before.”
Friend. He thought you were friends. Cute. Unrealistic, but cute.
“Getting bitten hurts like hell, obviously. It’s pointy bones stabbing into your flesh,” you said with an exasperated sigh. You drew your knees against your chest and wrapped your arms around them. “But the… venom in our… fangs… makes the experience feel pleasurable after the initial pain. I think scientists say it’s like being high or something.”
You didn’t like the panicky feeling in your chest as you shared what felt like deep, dark secrets with an outsider. The thing was that a simple Google search could tell him everything he wanted to know.
You could practically see the gears turning in Jimin’s head as he reflected on what you’d explained. It made the anxiety in you heighten, and you felt the need to add a disclaimer to your words, “But some vampires are really sadistic. They like to make it hurt.”
Why you thought you needed to protect him was beyond you. Maybe because you thought he was dumb. And you didn’t like the way your peers eyed him in the halls like he was something to eat.
“Some humans don’t mind a little pain.”
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. What the fuck? Was Jimin alluding to something or was he merely playing devil’s advocate?
He bit his bottom lip and you saw his eyes roam your face, which you quickly tried to make neutral and expressionless. It was too late, though. The tiniest of smirks lifted up the corner of Jimin’s mouth.
“Well, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been bitten by another vampire,” you said with a glare, but you were lying through your teeth. Your last ex-boyfriend had been… weird, to say the least. Not that Jimin needed to know that.
You quickly stood up, gathering your blanket and phone. “End of discussion. Some things are better not knowing,” you said with a sharp look at Jimin, but his smirk had disappeared. In its place was a soft pout and his puppy eyes gazed up at you with a look of innocence your mind could hardly comprehend.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he said gently, standing up. He reached out to run his fingers along your forearm. “I like talking to you. You make me feel less different.”
His hand was warm against your deathly cold skin and if you still had a working heart you knew it would be hammering to get out of your chest. A human had never touched you before.
“Uh… I’m happy I could be of service,” you spoke barely above a whisper, looking away from Jimin’s gaze. Now you were the one sounding stupid.
“I’m going to the store, but if you need anything, let me know!” And with that Jimin headed back to the kitchen to retrieve his grocery list and jacket. Even after the front door was shut and locked, you couldn’t look away from where Jimin had been. What the fuck had just happened?
🩸
“Sooooooo, are you really gonna make me ask?”
You let out a long sigh and leaned back into your friend’s couch. Although you knew she hated when you did it, you propped your feet on the coffee table in front of you, ankles crossed. At least you weren’t wearing shoes, right?
“I have nothing to report.”
“Y/N, shut the fuck up and tell me how things are going. It’s been weeks and you still haven’t told me anything.”
“Well, Nikki, if I shut the fuck up, then I won’t be able to tell you anything, will I?”
Nikki gave a loud huff and pretended like she was going to throw her beer bottle at you. Being doused in blood-based beer wasn’t pleasant, and you knew from experience. One too many vampire-only music festivals over the summer and it’d do it to you.
You brought your own bottle to your lips, grimacing as you swallowed. You couldn’t understand why you drank this shit.
“It’s been weird, that’s how it’s been. He won’t stop following me around, asking me stupid questions.”
“You might be being too hard on him. Ever thought about that?” Nikki cocked her head to the side and gave you a scolding look. “He’s new! To a new school and a totally different environment than he’s used to. Maybe he has never even met a vampire before.”
“Oh, trust me, he hasn’t. I can just tell.” Your nose scrunched up at your recollection of a few choice questions he’d thrown at you in the few weeks you’d known him.
“How?”
“Well, let’s see. He asked me how old I was the first day. Yesterday he asked me if it hurt when I got turned, and then when I explained that I was born, he barely disguised his look of disgust.”
“Are you sure it was disgust? Maybe it was just shock? Most humans don’t know vampires can have children.”
You narrowed your eyes at Nikki. “You asked me to tell you what’s been going on and I’m telling you.”
“Okay, okay.” Nikki raised her hands up in surrender and nestled into the armchair she was sitting in, beer clasped between her slender hands.
There were a lot of reasons why Nikki was your best friend, but one major reason was because the two of you were the only born vampires in your friend group. The rest had been turned at various stages of their lives, but you and Nikki had been born with the curse, only becoming immortal once you turned twenty and had your first taste of human blood. If humans thought getting a period for the first time was a major life milestone, a born vampire’s first meal was akin to a spiritual awakening. You and Nikki had attended each other’s ceremonies, and you were sworn with blood magic to never speak of it to anyone but the people who were there.
Shit like that bonded people a lot more than explaining how to put in a tampon.
“I guess it could be worse. He’s nice, at least. And he listens to me when I tell him what to do.”
Nikki snorted. “Of course. Obedience. Your favorite quality in a man.”
“And so few have it in them,” you matched your friend’s snort. “Y’know, maybe I should keep this little human around. He could be useful.”
“Oh, for what, pray tell?”
“Pray tell? You need to stop hanging out with Jin’s 400-year-old ass. He’s got you talking like a weirdo.”
“Leave me alone! You’re the one wanting a henchman to do your evil bidding.”
“Do you think I could convince him to do my homework?”
Nikki rolled her eyes and tilted her head to knock back the rest of her beer. That would mark bottle number four, at least. She was in her “off” part of her on-and-off relationship, which meant lots of shitty beer and gossiping and crying and doing other emotional things you weren’t a fan of.
“I think that sounds very high school, but maybe? If he’s smart.”
You gave Nikki a nod, but let the conversation fall flat. Your roommate wasn’t smart at all, at least not when it came to street smarts. He definitely seemed like an academic genius, though. He’d gotten a massive scholarship and he was studying to become a doctor of some sort… not your thing as a History major. There was one night you’d gotten home rather late, and you’d found him asleep in the living room, the coffee table stacked with large textbooks and notes with science-y things you didn’t understand. How was he not even a month into school and already up to his ears in work?
You also weren’t ready to admit how you’d gotten used to having his little pouty face around. It was the way he sung to himself as he cooked, using the spatula as a microphone and gliding his feet along the tile in a cute little dance. Or how you’d woken up to him tucking you in with your favorite blanket when you’d fallen asleep on the couch, never scared to approach you despite the horrible things you’d heard humans say about vampires.
“When are you going to introduce us?” Nikki’s absurd question pulled you from your thoughts.
“Excuse me? Why would you need to meet him?”
Nikki leaned towards you from her seat, her dark eyes shining red in the dim lighting of her living room. “Am I just never going to go to your dorm ever again? Obviously I have to meet him at some point!”
You frowned and Nikki let out a laugh of victory, knowing that you had no comeback to fight her sound logic.
“What does he look like? Show me a pic.” She made grabby hands at your phone, which you held tightly against your chest.
“I don’t have any pictures of him, what the fuck.”
Nikki eyed you for the hopeless case that you were and settled for pulling out her own phone. “Park… Jimin…” she muttered to herself as she typed. You saw her long index finger swipe up the phone and you fought your urge to get up to see what she was doing.
“Is this him?” Nikki held her phone out to you, revealing an Instagram account. She’d brought up the most recent photo posted.
“Uhhh… yeah. He must have just dyed his hair ‘cause he definitely didn’t look like that this morning.”
“Ooh, he’s cute, Y/N. You failed to mention that in all your complaining,” Nikki giggled, bringing her phone back to her face to continue scrolling. “An account called oppa_pics liked this? He got over a thousand likes in two hours? And holy fuck, his neck… Y/N, his neck is… gorgeous. Like, he literally put it on display.”
“Let me see,” you reached for Nikki’s phone, but she swatted at your hand.
“Use your own phone. I’m looking to see if he has any thirst traps.”
You didn’t want to use your phone because then that would mean that you went out of your way to learn more about the man living with you. No matter how thick his neck was and how soft his lips looked, you wanted to avoid crossing the line into friendship. It would be easier to ignore your growing interest in him if you blocked him out of your mind.
“I wonder who Imani Harris is… maybe his girlfriend? She comments on, like, all his photos,” Nikki spoke mostly to herself as she scrolled through the rest of Jimin’s Instagram. You opted to scroll through TikTok instead, trying to fight your sudden curiosity in whatever girl was thirsting after your roommate on his socials.
A sudden squeal from Nikki had you covering your sensitive ears. “What the fuck, Nik?”
“Y/N, he has so many shirtless pics if you scroll down to last summer. Look at his abs. Look at them.” Nikki was back to shoving her phone in your face.
It was hard to deny the fact that your new roommate was hiding a killer body beneath his loose-fitting hoodies and joggers. If the hills and valleys of his abdomen weren’t enough, he had a tattoo across his ribs as well.
“I thought humans weren’t supposed to look like that…” Nikki bit her thumb, her fangs gleaming. “He’s so fit… God, his neck, Y/N. Does he really look like that in real life? How the fuck are you living with that?”
“Don’t you think it’s kinda stupid? He goes to a vampire university, Nikki. And he’s showing himself off like a fucking snack. Literally.” You pressed your lips tight against each other and gave Nikki a hard look. She slowly released her thumb and tucked her phone away, giving you a weak smile.
“Sorry. I just don’t think I’ve ever seen a human I’ve wanted to both fuck and murder so strongly.”
“Wow, not the “M” word,” you groaned with a roll of your eyes. “This is exactly why they shouldn’t have even let humans in here in the first place. And why I didn’t want you to meet him.”
“I’m not going to do anything to him!” Nikki protested. “I mean, nothing he wouldn’t want me to do…” The mischievous grin flashed for a moment, but it died on her lips when she watched you swing your feet off the coffee table and stand up.
You grabbed your half-empty beer bottle to pour out and toss in the trash. “I gotta go. I’m exhausted.”
“Okay… If you need anything, let me know? All jokes aside, I know this is a hard transition for you.” Nikki stood to wrap her arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a firm but caring embrace.
“Don’t worry about me, Nik. You know I’m chill.” You flashed her a peace sign and slipped through her front door. The moon was full and centered in the sky as you walked home, casting an eerie light that wavered in the humid air. You were, in fact, chill. But this human might possibly be what made you snap.
And you were going to snap a lot sooner than you’d initially thought.
You swung the front door to your dorm open, kicked off your sneakers, and rounded the corner to the living room. Despite only having a beer and a half compared to Nikki’s four, you’d been drinking on an empty stomach and the alcohol really hit you harder than expected. So at first you thought you were going crazy when you heard not one, but two pounding heartbeats echoing through the apartment in a symphony of chaos.
That is, until you laid your eyes on your living room couch.
You’d certainly have enough to report back to Nikki, now. Jimin was sitting on the couch, shirtless and wearing a pair of joggers. He had his head leaned against the back of the couch to expose the smooth, milky skin of his neck.
You swallowed thickly, mouth hanging open slightly as your hungry eyes followed the length of his neck to find a pair of lips sucking one of many hickeys on his throat.
The girl straddling Jimin’s lap was someone you’d never seen before, which wasn’t surprising since she was human. Both straps of her sundress were pushed down her shoulders and the hem of the dress was hiked up her thighs. Jimin’s hands were hidden beneath the girl’s dress, but you could tell that he was gripping her ass to guide her as she started grinding into his crotch.
You watched Jimin’s plump lips part and you heard the softest of whines come from his mouth. You couldn’t breathe. Not that you even needed to, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless.
So, maybe it was your fault because you didn’t have the talk with Jimin yet, but you’d also assumed he wouldn’t be bringing anyone over to your dorm after being at school for less than a month. Not with that baby face. Who was wanting to fuck Park Jimin? Puffy cheeks and pouty lips? Maybe if they liked looking at bambi eyes during sex, you scoffed to yourself.
The girl pulled away from Jimin’s neck, likely to kiss him instead, and that was enough to break the spell you’d fallen under. Now you were bubbling hot with frustration at your new little roommate getting his freak on in the fucking living room when he had a whole ass bedroom he could’ve locked himself in.
“Having fun?” You snickered, arms crossed against your chest. You enjoyed the way the girl’s eyes grew wide as she looked up at you, scrambling to fix her dress. You gave her a sickeningly sweet smile as she fumbled with a pathetic attempt at an apology. You were finding that there was nothing more entertaining than watching the fear spike through humans’ eyes when their gaze landed on your fangs.
You ignored Jimin, not interested in dealing with him quite yet.
“I’m, I’m, I’m so sorry,” the girl stuttered, avoiding your gaze as she reached for her shoes.
“I, I, I don’t care,” you mocked her, the smile still maintained. “Get out of my dorm. And if you’re gonna let him rail you in the future, do it in your own fucking house or at least in his bedroom, aight? Not on my couch where I fucking watch Disney+.”
Your straightforwardness clearly shocked the girl because she rushed past you immediately without so much as a glance in Jimin’s direction. You didn’t give a fuck if she was some random hookup or his girlfriend, as Nikki had suggested Jimin might have one. You were tired and grumpy and fed up with talking about Jimin all day long.
Once you heard the front door slam shut, you turned your attention to your little human who still sat with his legs spread on the couch, torso still exposed.
You did your best to ignore the bright red spots on his neck where the blood vessels had been ruptured. Hickeys were like the X on a treasure map. Little splotches calling out to you, a reminder of just how easy it would be to sink your teeth-
“Y/N.” Jimin gazed up at you with hooded eyes, his lips pink and even more swollen from kissing. His typically sweet voice dropped an octave or two, and the unfamiliar gruffness with which he spoke your name shot heat straight to your thighs. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
A loud snort was the response you gave him as you attempted to calm yourself down. Where was the timid, baby-faced roommate of yours? Who followed you around like a bumbling idiot, both terrified of you and clinging to your every word? The man you saw before you was more of a stranger than regular Jimin, with an air of cockiness that radiated from his body in heatwaves. And if you thought his hickeys and fuck-me eyes were too much to deal with, you were in for an even bigger surprise when your eyes fell to catch sight of the outline of his erection in his pants.
Fucking hell.
You turned quickly, marching straight for your bedroom. It didn’t matter that you were still hungry, and all your bottled blood was in the kitchen. There was no fucking way you were going to walk past your roommate a second time.
“Y/N, wait,” Jimin called after you hoarsely.
You heard him start to follow you, but you reached your bedroom first. You closed the door quickly and locked it behind you. With your back against the door, you slowly slid down until you were sitting on the floor, a hand slapped over your mouth as you struggled to stop yourself from panting. Your mind was reeling with the sound of Jimin’s heart pounding in his chest. You listened to him walk away from your room, heard his own bedroom door open and shut. You focused on inhaling through your mouth and exhaling through your nose as silently as you could to regulate your breathing.
Why was Jimin’s heart beating even faster? He was in his own room now; you’d hoped the distance between the two of you and the entire situation would help him calm down. Yet somehow it was getting worse.
This is exactly why living with humans was a bad fucking idea.
Frantically looking around the room, your eyes locked on your headphones. You stood to grab them off your desk when another sound mixed with Jimin’s heartbeat stopped you in your tracks.
“Fuck…”
You heard a soft moan, followed by a wet squelching sound that repeated in a slow but steady rhythm. He was fucking masturbating, and your hypersensitive hearing was forcing you to indulge in every little detail. On top of that, you could hear his breathing pick up, heavy sighs that flowed from his mouth to the back and forth rhythm you knew his hand was making along his cock.
Which, based on what you’d seen, was massive.
For a moment you stood there, eyes fluttering closed as you listened to the symphony of filth coming from Jimin’s bedroom. It was impossible for your body and mind to know what to latch onto: the way you could practically feel his blood coursing through his veins or the sound of him messily pumping away at himself. Or maybe the fight was between the hollow feeling in your stomach from not eating since lunch and the heat that was climbing up your neck and down your thighs the longer you stood there.
Shaking your head furiously, you rushed to put the headphones in your ears and choose literally any song on your phone that was loud enough to drown out what you were experiencing. With your headphones secured, you laid down in your bed with your eyes shut, putting all your mental energy into the loud song you had on repeat, thankful that you could no longer hear Jimin.
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You liked to think that you were a responsible person. Although you weren’t always a rule-follower, you knew when to take shit seriously and had little patience for stupidity. Which was why when you finally opened your eyes the next morning, you felt a spike of fear stab into the middle of your chest.
You shot out of bed, chest heaving and shuddering with every gasp of air, head swiveling around the room like it was barely screwed onto your neck. The headphones you’d worn throughout the night were tossed onto the floor beside your bed, along with your t-shirt and shorts. You vaguely remembered peeling off your clothes in the middle of the night after sweating so profusely they’d become uncomfortable plastered onto your skin.
There was that sound again… the sound you’d almost gotten used to before Jimin had fucked it all up again. Jimin’s heartbeat, pitter pattering away in the kitchen as though it wasn’t the bane of your existence. You ground your teeth together, one fang nicking your bottom lip hard enough to draw a tiny bit of blood, and tried to pull yourself together.
Jimin sat at the kitchen table with one knee pulled up against his chest in his chair, munching on pancakes he’d made for himself. Saliva gathered along your tongue, and it wasn’t because of the heavenly smell of warm butter and maple syrup.
“Good morning!” Jimin’s smile was pushing his cheeks into his eyes, but his cheerfulness quickly disappeared as he met the gaze of your bright red eyes. You couldn’t look into a mirror to see yourself even if you wanted to, but it didn’t take a mirror to know that you looked fucking deranged. Bedhead a mess, eyeliner from the day before smeared, a deep grimace etched into your face. This was the first time Jimin was seeing you with hungry eyes unnaturally red, pupils dark pinpoints in the middle of your irises. It wasn’t a pretty sight, that was for sure. And it wasn’t meant to be. It was a warning, to yourself and anyone who crossed your path: it had been too long since you’d fed.
“Don’t fucking talk to me,” you growled, fingers wrapping around the refrigerator handle. You were being harsh, but you felt you couldn’t be responsible for what you did in a state like this. It was hard enough to ignore the violent urge to attack Jimin in the middle of the kitchen, bright and early on a fine Saturday morning.
“Y/N…” Jimin called out to your back. “Are you okay?”
You spun around to face Jimin. “Do I fucking look okay?” you hissed.
If Jimin was scared of you, he certainly was doing an amazing job at hiding it. He was looking at you with an odd mix of fascination and… something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His bright eyes were wide and he watched you with his lips slightly parted. His tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip, and you saw his eyes sweep over your body for a moment.
“You don’t have any more… blood left.”
You almost didn’t hear what he said, your eyes locked on the way his lips parted and his tongue touched his teeth as he spoke that word and the way he swallowed hard once he finished speaking.
The burning in your chest pulled you out of your hungry stupor and you turned from Jimin to fling the refrigerator open. No bottles of your favorite prepackaged blood drinks, humanely sourced from human donors sympathetic for the vampires’ curse (or desperate for some easy cash). Not a single one. Not even an animal-based blood beer.
“Motherfucker.” How had you forgotten to stock up?
If Jimin was smart, he’d have left already. You weren’t erratic, but you certainly weren’t in the best of moods. The idea of having to haul your ass all the way to the dining hall to retrieve your blood rations across campus was less than ideal. Maybe you could have Nikki or Jin bring you some; they only lived a few resident halls down.
You were ripped out of your thoughts by Jimin’s sudden presence. He leaned against the kitchen counter, carding his fingers through his fluffy pink hair. Reaching the back of his head, he let his hand run along his neck, over his collarbones, and then fall to his side once more.
“What?” You glared. You didn’t like how Jimin had a habit of just looking at you. For someone who loved running his mouth with questions, he certainly sat with his mouth hanging open and nothing coming out at the most inconvenient of times.
“You can drink my blood.”
“What?!” you repeated, coughing out of shock. “Jimin, what the fuck?”
He looked at you through hooded eyes like he had the night before, and you remembered the whole reason why you hadn’t eaten in nearly twenty-four hours.
“I give you permission to drink my blood.” He took a step towards you. The syrup on his breath was sugary and domestic, something you knew to be comforting in human culture, but that you had never gotten to experience before.
“You have no fucking idea what you’re saying,” you hissed, backing up. But Jimin only pressed on.
“Let me help you.” His voice was soft and gentle, alluring even.
The temptation was so strong you felt as though your body and your soul were pulling each other in opposite directions, ripping at the seams. Fuck, he would taste so good. You knew it.
“Stop it.” You pressed your hands against his chest, holding him at arm’s length. “It’s against the rules. And I will hurt you.” Let’s not pay attention to how firm he felt under your fingers. Let’s not focus on the fact that you knew firsthand what was underneath that baggy t-shirt.
There was too fucking much going on.
“I don’t care,” Jimin encouraged, lips falling into a pout, though his eyes still burned into yours with an intensity that made you shiver. You, the monster.
Your eyes fell to his throat and you wondered if he purposefully swallowed.
“I…” you breathed heavily, eyes finding Jimin’s once again. You could feel your resolve weaken, and somehow Jimin could sense it. He leaned into your hands, causing your elbows to bend and allowing him to get even closer.
“I know you want to,” he whispered, your chests now almost touching. “I saw the way you looked at me last night.”
Fuck.
You shook your head, but you didn’t make any effort to push Jimin away. You could, if you wanted to. You were naturally twice as strong as him, if not more than that. And yet you just watched as he tilted his head for you, his breathing becoming airy and shallow.
At that moment there was a loud knock at the door. You’d been so distracted by Jimin that you hadn’t noticed the sound of anyone approaching your dorm.
“Shit, shit, shit,” you muttered, finally shoving Jimin away from you. He had the audacity to look upset, but you were already trying to block the entire interaction out of your brain.
You stood on your toes to look into the peephole and let out a low groan once you saw who was standing outside your door.
“Nikki, what the fuck?” You pried the door open enough to poke your head out. “What do you want?”
“I texted you multiple times - wait, oh my god, Y/N, did you get breakfast yet?” Her eyes lit up with fear, and her hands reached out to touch your cheek, finally noticing your red eyes. You shook away the physical affection.
“I’m about to leave now. Can you go with me?” You didn’t want to make the trek alone and you needed someone to make sure you didn’t get left with Jimin any longer.
“Of course,” Nikki nodded, concern still warping her features. “Can I come inside?”
“If you came over to get a look at Jimin…”
“No! I swear, I was coming to see if you wanted to go to the dining hall. I swear.” You didn’t believe her, but you had no choice but to let her in. You were still wearing your sweaty pajamas.
“Don’t do anything stupid. I got issues with him today.” You knew Nikki would want more information than just that, but you weren’t ready to admit anything fully.
Jimin was still leaning against the kitchen counter, though he meandered into the living room when Nikki plopped onto the couch.
“Good morning,” he said politely, that classic smile turning his eyes into half moons. “I’m Jimin.” How the fuck had he turned back into the sweet boy with puffy cheeks and a toothy grin in a matter of seconds?
“Nice to meet you, Jimin.”
You watched Nikki’s eyes investigate Jimin from head to toe and back again, before matching his sweet demeanor by introducing herself, as well. There was no denying the interest she was taking in him; you’d have to remind her later that she technically had a boyfriend. The less time the two of them spent alone together, the better.
Speeding through a shower, you didn’t bother to do anything with your hair or makeup, just opting to slip into jeans and a clean t-shirt. You weren’t the type to care much about your appearance, unless you were doing something important. And even then, you dressed for yourself more than for anyone else.
Right now, you were concerned about not starving to death or attacking your psychopathic roommate. The way you looked mattered very little.
“Oooh, I would love for you to teach me sometime,” Nikki cooed.
“Let me know when you’re free and we can meet up.”
You could just tell from Nikki’s voice that she had that dreamy look on her face that she got when she was trying to lure in someone she thought was cute. You came around the corner to see Jimin and Nikki sitting a bit too close together for your liking. The twinge in your gut wasn’t a feeling you were very pleased to experience, and you didn’t want to unpack the jealousy causing your chest to heat up. What the fuck was there to be jealous about? You’d gladly let Jimin be someone else’s problem.
“Teach you what?” You shot Nikki a suspicious look and she gave you an awkward smile.
“Did you know that Jimin dances? No wonder he’s got killer-”
“Great! Let’s go before the dining hall closes for the morning, aight?” You snatched Nikki’s forearm and pulled her from the couch.
“Bye Jimin!” Nikki waved at the boy, practically swooning over the grin he sent her way as you slammed the front door closed between them.
“Y/N, he’s so precious, why do you act like he’s the devil?” Nikki clasped her hands together, the dreamy look still clouding her vision. You ignored her question and draped an arm over her shoulder to guide her towards food.
“He’s not as innocent as he pretends to be,” you said with a tight frown. You thought you were good at reading people, but Jimin was throwing you for a loop.
“Did something happen?”
You shook your head, stepping into the warm air outside. Another great myth debunked; vampires could be in the sun for short spurts of time without any issue. You loved the mornings when the sun’s rays weren’t overbearing and you could absorb the rays with no fear of your energy being drained.
“Y/N, you can tell me.”
You sighed, knowing you shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. “He brought some girl over and they were all over each other in the living room. It was just annoying.”
“Boys are gross.” Nikki sniffed the late-summer air, sensing the impending arrival of autumn.
You felt a pinch of guilt mix with all the other fucked up emotions swirling around in your stomach, but you couldn’t bring yourself to spill it all to Nikki. Though you weren’t sure why. Ever since the two of you had met freshman year, you’d been inseparable. You knew Nikki told you everything. You were the one being a bitch.
“Yeah… they are.”
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Living with Jimin for almost a month was enough time for you to figure out his schedule. That meant that it was easier for you to avoid him after your little situation in the kitchen. It had been a few days and you still hadn’t seen or spoken to him, purposefully waking up before he did and coming home after you knew he would be in bed. You were still attempting to process what had happened. Was Jimin attempting to reach the high that came with a vampire bite, like some kind of drug? Did he want to become a vampire?
You’d heard of humans who were into that kind of shit, like fetishes or being a genuine junkie for the twisted pleasure vampires could sometimes provide. The possibilities made you shiver, and you couldn’t help but think back to the way he’d immediately gone into his room to finish off what he’d started with the girl he’d brought over. Or the way he clearly enjoyed her sucking on his neck.
You nearly ran into the glass door of the library from being lost in your spiraling thoughts. Luckly, some kind soul opened the door for you before you could react. Although most of the research you needed to do for your history midterm paper could be done online, there was one book in particular that you needed to get your hands on.
With midterm finals around the corner, the library was unsurprisingly packed. Your desire to stay away from people pushed you to peruse the stacks and leave once you found your book, not wanting to find a place in the library to work.
Assuming you’d actually find the book.
You arrived at the bookshelf you knew the book was supposed to be, but you couldn’t find it. Someone had misplaced books, authors with the last name of “A” showing up in the “G” section of the stacks.
“Why are people so fucking stupid,” you muttered under your breath, though there was no one in the aisle to hear you. That is, until you saw a familiar face round the corner. You thought about dashing out of the aisle, but he’d already caught sight of you, his gaze boring into yours.
“Hi,” Jimin said quietly, being mindful of the fact that you were in a library. The airy sound of his voice made your stomach flutter. He was wearing tight jeans with the knees ripped out, the material hugging his thighs in a way that pissed you off. On top of that, the cut of his t-shirt accentuated his chest and the swell of his biceps filling tightly in his sleeves.
You did your best to look him in the face rather than allow your eyes to travel to his smooth throat or lower.
“Have you been hiding from me in the library this whole time?” He gave you a sad pout, head cocked to the side. Why were you starting to feel guilty?
“No,” you said flatly, turning to look at the spine of one of the books on the shelf. It was nothing interesting to you, except for in this very specific moment.
Jimin took another step forward. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” His voice came out low and deeper than usual. You felt its vibrations ripple through your body to your toes.
“I think you’re playing with something that’s not meant to be played with,” you spoke through your teeth, not saying what you meant, but saying enough that you knew Jimin knew what you were talking about. Whatever his interest was in vampires, it was dangerous.
“Hmm… but there’s something else I want to play with, that I haven’t been able to.” He gave you an innocent smile as if his words weren’t laced with innuendo.
“Jimin,” you hissed him a warning, baring your fangs in an effort to get him to back off. Although he was ever the obedient boy and did finally step out of your personal space, he held that innocent smile and never once faltered during your attempt to be intimidating. If anything, it made those adorable cheeks become even fuller, as though he were enjoying it.
“Hey, no need for that,” he put his hands up, pointing at your teeth. “I just wanted to ask you a question.”
When did Jimin not have questions for you? With a sigh, you nodded your head. The boyish smile he often wore came back and you were convinced you’d never grow tired of seeing the expression on him, even as annoying as he was.
“I was going to tell you earlier but I could never find you…” he started off slowly, and you ignored the frown he gave you. He could have texted you if it was that important… “Tomorrow night my dance group is having a performance and I wanted to invite you.”
You blinked, clearly taken by surprise that the question wasn’t some inappropriate inquiry about vampires’ lives. Jimin looked at you with hope sparkling in his eyes.
“Oh,” you exhaled, feeling your body relax a bit. “Umm, I need to get ahead on one of my papers, but if I feel like I’m in a good spot I can go? Just text me the details?” It wasn’t a yes, but it also wasn’t a no.
That seemed to be enough for Jimin because he was back to beaming at you again. He bounced on the balls of his feet for a moment. “Sure! And Nikki is invited, too!”
You didn’t like that. Not that you weren’t planning on bringing her with you anyway, but you didn’t like that he’d offered the idea first. “Yeah, for sure. Thanks.” The two of you stared at each other while you tried to figure out how to walk away. “I’ve gotta go…”
“Right. Good luck with your paper!”
You nodded a thanks and left, completely forgetting that you still hadn’t gotten the book you needed.
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It came as no surprise that Nikki forced you to go to Jimin’s performance. She was always forcing you to be social, though you were convinced there was an ulterior motive this time. She just wanted to see Jimin grab his dick as he thrusted and do some body rolls to sexually explicit music. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see those things, too (although you’d never admit it out loud). You just didn’t feel like doing shit with other people.
Which was why, weeks later, she was harassing you about your Halloween plans. She figured now that you were starting to become friends with Jimin (her words, not yours), it was now time for the rest of your friends to meet him.
Or maybe she just wanted to go to a party with Jimin and see if she could be on the receiving end of his thrusting.
“Y/N, you have to host the Halloween party. Your dorm is the only one big enough for everyone to pregame in before we go to the frat houses.” It was the same plea Nikki had made the year before. How were you the unlucky one to always end up with the better apartment?
It was impossible to say no to someone like Nikki. She was determined, knew how to give a good pout, and pulled the whole “we’ve been bonded for life through blood magic, you can’t say no to me” excuse. All three were a deadly combination that made you cave every single time.
So it was no surprise that the two of you were examining each other’s outfits in your bedroom. Despite the fact that the party was in your own dorm, you were fashionably late. The speakers were blaring in the living room, and the living room and kitchen were already packed with your closest friends - and plenty of plus ones you didn’t know.
“Okay, what do you think? I think you look hot.” Nikki handed her phone to you so you could see a photo of yourself. Though you couldn’t use mirrors, you could show up in digital photos. How lovely was modern technology?
You examined your slutty Princess Tiana outfit, zooming in on a few details before handing the phone back to Nikki.
“You look hotter,” you said with a grin and a wiggle of your eyebrows, admiring her thrilling interpretation of Cinderella. Both of your outfits were complete with skirts that just barely covered your ass and the cutest garters you’d ever seen. Provocative clothing wasn’t really your thing, but Halloween was all about being something you weren’t. Plus, you were already kind of drunk and alcohol was perfect for loosening you up.
Some people even said that alcohol made you nice. What an idea!
“NIKKI! Y/N! COME OUT HERE!” Jin’s voice carried over the pop music.
You and Nikki struggled to suppress giggles as you stared at each other, tightly clutching your drinks in your hands. Jin was 400 years old; he certainly knew how to throw a party. That was why you trusted him to take over while you finished getting ready.
Finally satisfied with your looks, you slipped out of your bedroom with Nikki at your heels and immediately collided with Jin. No surprise, he was dressed like a 1600s pirate. You had yet to find evidence that Jin really had been a pirate in his early days, but you also didn’t have a reason to think he was lying, either.
“We’re doing shots and then once Hobi texts me, we’re heading over to Sig Nu,” Jin hollered over the music and you were too drunk to question if you should maybe turn it down before you all got in trouble.
“You know I never turn down shots,” Nikki grinned with a shimmy of her shoulders. “But someone has to make sure Y/N doesn’t take her fucking clothes off this time.”
“Hey!” You jabbed Nikki in the arm with your index finger. “That happened one time and I blame whatever the fuck ATO put in their juice.”
Nikki threw her head back in a cackle, grabbing onto Jin’s waist to hold herself up as she fell backwards. He struggled to get a good grip on her without her spilling her drink all over his flowy ruffled shirt.
“Can you please at least attempt to stand on your own? You look like-”
Jin’s mouth hung open and his eyes grew wide as he looked at you. You matched his shocked face, wondering what you might have done to make him look like he’d seen a ghost. But before you could question him, you heard a sweet voice speak behind you.
“Y/N, you take your clothes off when you get drunk?”
You turned around a bit too quickly and felt your brain slosh inside your skull. You almost thought you were imagining things when your eyes landed on your roommate in a firefighter costume. Jimin was shirtless, and his abs somehow looked even more toned than they had those many weeks ago on that disaster of a night. He wore black shorts that accentuated his muscular thighs, with red suspenders that were strapped tightly against his pec muscles. He looked like he’d walked straight out of a porno.
“Holy shit, Jimin, you look hot,” Nikki blurted out, finally standing on her own two feet without the help of Jin. She would pull herself together if it meant being able to check out a cute guy.
You and Jin both struggled to snap your mouths shut once more, eyes following Jimin as he stepped closer.
“Thanks,” he grinned, and you felt like your legs were going to give out. The feeling only intensified when you felt Jimin’s warm, strong hands hold your bare waist for a second as he moved past you in the tight hallway. “Excuse me, princess.” You sucked in your breath at the pet name and locked eyes with Jimin. He gave you the most innocent smile when he saw the look on your face. “Nice costume.”
Right. Because you were dressed like Princess Tiana . A princess.
“I need to get caught up on all the drinking. I’m too sober right now.” And with that Jimin was on his way.
“Look at his back muscles. Look at his back muscles,” Nikki hissed, barely waiting until Jimin was out of earshot. She pressed a hand against her forehead and sighed. “I’m burning up. Maybe I need Jimin to put out my fire.”
“Your boyfriend is quite literally in the other room,” Jin pointed out, making Nikki dramatically roll her eyes.
“It was a joke, Jin.”
“Sure it was.”
The two began to drunkenly bicker, carrying their silly argument out into the living room where the other guests were drinking and dancing in preparation for the fraternity houses. You didn’t realize how long you stood in the hallway with your cup raised to your lips, eyes trained on the threshold Jimin had walked through to get to the kitchen. You should have never agreed to let him invite his friends over to pregame as well. You should have told him there would be too many vampires, that he should go find a different room to pregame in.
Giving your body a little shake, you tried to walk a straight line to the kitchen to find Jimin standing a bit too close to another guy, someone you vaguely recognized as one of his dance team members. The guy was much taller than him, with sandy blonde hair and dimples set so deeply in his cheeks when he smiled that you almost swooned. He was dressed in fitting scrubs that accentuated his muscles, a stethoscope around his neck. Your stomach churned when you watched the guy loop his finger around Jimin’s suspenders, pulling him close to whisper something in his ear. Whatever he said made Jimin bite his bottom lip.
“Jimin,” you called out, determined to break up whatever the fuck that was, though you weren’t sure why you felt that way.
Eyes wide like he’d been caught, Jimin took a step back from the other man and turned to you. “Yeah?”
“Are you going to Sig Nu with us?”
He nodded slowly. “Namjoon’s in Sigma Nu.” He jutted a thumb at his friend and the man gave you a large grin.
Ignoring Namjoon, you kept your eyes on Jimin. “Just… Please be careful, okay? Crazy shit always happens at that house.”
“Thank you,” he smiled. “But I think I’ll be fine.” You hated the way Namjoon smirked at your concerns, catching Jimin’s eye.
You couldn’t question Jimin any further because Jin started rounding up everyone in your dorm to smash themselves like sardines into the kitchen, screaming his rendition of Shots, Lil Jon’s part, of course. You couldn’t help but laugh; Jin really loved his early 2000’s bangers.
After having one too many shots of your own, you vaguely remembered getting to the frat house. It was all a blur of you and Nikki holding each other up, singing along to some other terrible pop music as you skipped down the road, your army of friends following around you. In your drunkenness you’d lost track of Jimin, but you decided that you didn’t care. He could have his dance team friend with the muscles and the stethoscope. You did not care.
“Nikki, I need to have sex,” you declared into your friend’s ear. The two of you stood in the corner of the kitchen, filling up on drinks.
“With me?”
“What? No!” you gasped. “Wait… Do you want to have sex with me?”
“No! I was just making sure I knew what you were talking about!”
The two of you bursted into a fit of giggles, catching the attention of a few frat guys passing through.
“You look fucking hot and you’re in a house full of horny college boys. Just go out there and shake a lil ass. Someone will swoop you up.”
“I guess…” Random hookups weren’t your thing at all, but maybe this was what you needed. You hadn’t had sex in a really long time; perhaps an orgasm could reset your brain.
“Go! Please let me live vicariously through you since Jin won’t let me be a freak.” Nikki gave you a hearty slap on the ass and pushed you into the main room where everyone was dancing.
With alcohol flowing through you, it was easy to get lost in the feeling of the music and the heavy air inside the house, sticky with the scent of sweat and beer. Nikki hadn’t been wrong; it didn’t take long for you to feel hands slide along your sides, fingers brushing your exposed midriff before each hand settled on grabbing your hips. Whoever the man was used his grip on your hips to pull you backwards against his chest. With your eyes closed, you leaned your head against the man’s chest and girated with him to the music, grinding your ass on his crotch to feel it already semi-hard as his hands tickled the smooth skin of your hips. Dancing with strangers was a normal part of frat parties. Although you were always careful about your surroundings, being intoxicated definitely loosened you up a bit, and you were more willing to agree to things that were a bit less logical.
You felt lips brush against your earlobe and the man’s breath against your neck sent a tingling sensation down to your core. He was human. You could feel his pulse pressed against your shoulder blades.
“Y/N,” the man spoke into your ear just loud enough for you to hear over the loud music and your eyes shot open.
“Jimin…” you inhaled shakily, pausing your dancing.
“I’ve missed you,” he said with a sigh, dipping his head down to press his lips against the soft spot of your jaw below your ear.
You shivered, his mouth searing your skin with a heat that made your senses go feral. Where was all this coming from? You knew Jimin had been confident with you in the past, but this was a whole different level of boldness. You’d never been so close to him before, let alone have him kissing you.
“No you haven’t. We were literally pregaming in our dorm an hour ago. You’re just drunk.”
“Yeah, but we never spend time together,” he protested against your skin. You felt his right hand glide to your front to play with the hem of your skirt. You finally turned around to look at him, his hand now resting on your ass. You could feel his growing erection against your thigh.
“Park Jimin.” Whatever threat you had for him had dissolved on your tongue the moment you met his dark eyes. You were pressed against his bare chest, the skin of your stomach meeting his. His cheeks were puffy with a smile and bright red from being flushed due to the alcohol pumping through his system. A bit of perspiration was making his face shiny and his pink bangs were brushed up, exposing more of his forehead.
“Yes?” He grinned with his teeth, the lights of the party dancing in his bloodshot eyes.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Nikki watching the two of you with raised eyebrows. “I can’t…” You turned back to Jimin. “We can’t.” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish your sentence, but it didn’t matter.
You quickly detached yourself from Jimin’s hold and rushed towards Nikki, refusing to look back. You needed to get away from the sound of his heart, the sweet smell of his skin, the tantalizing memory of the sounds beating from his bedroom those many weeks ago. He was too dangerous; you couldn’t trust yourself around him anymore.
“Umm, what was that?” Nikki grabbed your arm and pulled you off to the side of the room, away from the sea of horny, grinding college students.
“He’s been flirting with me for months,” you blurted out, the alcohol making you finally fess up.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You could hear the hurt in Nikki’s voice, but you couldn’t worry about that right now.
“You don’t get it,” you pleaded with her. “I can’t do this anymore, Nikki. He’s… he’s too much.”
Nikki crossed her arms against her chest and gave you a hard look. It was usually you who was the one to be shooting daggers with your eyes, but this time Nikki was taking control.
“You literally just said you wanted to go find someone to have sex with,” she challenged you.
“He’s a human,” you spoke in a strained, exasperated tone.
Nikki shot her angry glare off to the side to discourage some gross frat boy from walking in your direction. “Fuck off, we’re talking, okay?”
She turned back to you, “Yeah, no shit. Who cares? He wants you, you obviously want him. I know you, Y/N. You think you’re a bitch, but you’re a genuinely good person. You won’t hurt him.”
You scoffed, but it was half-hearted. Nikki’s eyes softened a bit as she watched you, reaching out to take your hand. “If you would just stop being such a hardass and accept him for what he is, you might find that you actually like him…”
“Oh shut up, you’re drunk.”
“So?? You know my best advice and wisdom comes out when I’m drunk!” Nikki punched you in the arm and threw her head back in an eruption of laughter. You could practically feel Jin pushing through the crowd to find her, as if her laugh was his alert that Nikki was probably going to fall over at any moment.
You chewed on your bottom lip, twisting your hands together. Maybe Nikki was right. Maybe you’d been freaking out too much. Sure, Jimin had some weird fascination with vampires, but a lot of humans did. And sure, he was quite literally mouthwatering, but Nikki knew you better than anyone else in the world, and she knew you would never harm another person (if they didn’t deserve it). Jimin was gentle and trustworthy.
“Fuck it,” you hissed, dropping your hands and spinning around to where Jimin had stood. But, of course, he was nowhere to be found. You waved down Jin who’d passed through the sea of people.
“Can you watch Nikki?” you asked him.
Nikki punched you again. “Hey, I don’t need a babysitter!”
Jin rolled his eyes and wrapped a firm arm around his friend. You gave him a small smile in thanks and began to walk away. But you paused, turning for a second.
“Do you know where Jimin is?”
Jin cocked his head to one side and gave you a long stare. “I saw him go upstairs with Celeste.” Jin barely got the fellow vampire’s name out of his mouth before you were pushing your way through the living room of the frat house, finding the front stairs and hurrying up them, not caring who might try to look up your skirt as you went.
Celeste was a psychopath. You were absolutely sure of it. Ever since humans were allowed into the university, she had been seen luring human men into her clutches more than once. And they always walked away completely ruined or absolutely obsessed with her. She was playing them like Barbie dolls, putting them under her spell. And it wasn’t just sex. You knew she was drinking from them. Everyone knew.
The music was muted upstairs which made it a bit easier to listen for voices as you crept down the hallway. You stopped at each bedroom door, leaning close to listen for, well, anything. So far, every room you peeked into was unoccupied - which was surprising for a frat party. The longer it took, the more anxiety built up inside of your chest. You tried not to think about what might be happening between Jimin and Celeste because the deeper your brain got sucked into those thoughts, the more you wanted to throw up.
Pull yourself together, you scolded yourself. Maybe you should have left Jimin alone. He was an adult; he could take care of himself. What he did was none of your business.
You’d almost convinced yourself that all of that was true until you heard a familiar giggle from the bedroom to your left. You lunged for the doorknob and felt like crying when you found it locked. You could technically rip the thing off, but that wouldn’t be very polite to whoever’s bedroom it was.
“Sorry, this room is taken!” you heard Celeste’s sing-songy voice attempt to push you away.
“Open the fucking door, Celeste,” you hissed, rattling the doorknob. “Don’t make me have to rip it the fuck off. I bet Suyoon wouldn’t be very happy with you.” Suyoon, her boyfriend and president of Sigma Nu. Celeste really was trash.
You heard a loud sigh and suddenly the door was being flung open. The other vampire was donning a slutty maid outfit, her boobs pushed up so far they were practically in her face. You looked around her to see Jimin sitting on the edge of the bed, and for once he actually looked mad at you.
“What do you want, Y/N?” Celeste snapped her fingers in your face to get your attention. You wanted to fucking bite them off.
“Jimin, we’re leaving,” you commanded, ignoring Celeste.
“So now you want me around?” Jimin sneered. It was the expression he gave you, and less the words, that stung. You shot him the dirtiest look you could muster and bared your fangs with a low hiss.
“We. Are. Fucking. Leaving.”
“Jimin, you don’t have to listen to her,” Celeste cooed, walking back to stand beside Jimin. She lifted his chin to have him look into her eyes, stretching his neck all the way out. “You want to stay here with me, don’t you?”
The air in the room grew cold and you felt a heavy weight press down on your chest. It was then that you realized what she was doing. She was hypnotizing him.
“Celeste, stop it!” You pushed the other vampire, causing her to stumble backwards and break her connection with Jimin. “You’re not allowed to manipulate the humans’ minds.”
Giving Jimin an apologetic look, you slapped him in the face as hard as you could without severely injuring him. “Ow, what the fuck?” he cursed, holding his hand to his cheek.
Shaking your head, you grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet, ignoring the way steam was practically shooting from Celeste’s ears. She couldn’t do or say anything; she knew she was in the wrong, and there was too much she could fuck up if she kept pushing her luck. So she watched you drag Jimin out of the room in silence, her arms crossed against her chest.
“Why did you slap me?” he pouted, still rubbing his cheek. You led him down the stairs and pushed him through the front door. The cool October air was a welcomed reprieve from the stuffiness of the frat house. You maneuvered through groups of people loitering in the front yard until you reached the sidewalk. It was then that you finally let go of your death drip on Jimin’s arm.
“Celeste was fucking with your brain,” you said simply. You clenched your jaw, working your molars into each other, and tried to focus on the walk to your dorm instead of the man who followed you.
“Maybe I wanted her to.”
You stopped in your tracks and grabbed onto one of Jimin’s suspenders, pulling him close to your face. “She was going to drain you until you’re barely clinging to life and then blame someone else for it, just like she did that kid who went to the hospital last month. You know that kid?” Jimin nodded his head, eyes wide as he stared at your mouth. “Everyone said he got alcohol poisoning but you can’t believe shit that comes out her mouth. She’s evil, Jimin. And you’re stupid.”
You let him go, the suspender snapping against his bare skin and causing him to yelp. “So next time I have to save your ass from a psychopath, you better fucking listen to me.”
The two of you spent the rest of the walk in silence. You sent a text to Nikki to let her know that you’d made it to your dorm safely, and then you shoved Jimin through the door, slamming it shut a bit too aggressively.
“Drink some water,” you commanded gruffly. You held onto the wall to steady yourself as you took off your heels, eyes still glaring at Jimin when he met your gaze. This was exactly why Nikki’s encouragement was stupid. Vampires and humans were just incompatible.
You could not believe you’d really thought about fucking him.
You gingerly tiptoed down the hall to your bedroom, feet sore from the uncomfortable shoes. They were the least of your worries. You felt like you’d just hopped off an emotional rollercoaster, head still spinning and your legs trying to remember how to walk. Despite feeling absolutely disgusting, you couldn’t bring yourself to take a shower. It felt like too much effort, so you opted for stripping your costume off and pulling a baggy t-shirt on. Figuring you’d at least brush your teeth, you stepped back into the hallway.
Before you could enter the bathroom, you felt Jimin’s arm snake around your waist, pulling you against him. “Thank you,” he said slowly, drawing his bottom lip into his teeth for a moment. “Thank you for looking out for me.”
“It’s what friends are for, right?” Your body tensed in his embrace, and you couldn’t meet his gaze. The more time you spent with Jimin, the harder it was to understand him.
“I don’t want you to be my friend,” Jimin breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to touch me.”
“What?” You swallowed thickly, eyes shooting up to look at him.
“I want you to touch me… here.” He took your hand and placed it against his neck, pressing your fingertips into the skin above his pulse. You let out a shaky breath as you felt his heart beat against your fingers.
“And here…” He dragged your hand from his neck down the length of his naked chest. “…and here…” He pressed your hand against the hard bulge in his pants. Curling his fingers, he wrapped your hand around his cock over his pants. Tightening your fingers beneath his, Jimin bucked into your palm slightly. His eyes never once left yours, and you watched his mouth slowly part. A light whine left his lips when he squeezed your hand around himself even harder. Holding his stare as he jacked himself off with your hand was proving to be too much for you. You could feel your pussy begin to throb, your arousal a burning heat between your thighs. It was the only time you really felt warm, felt alive.
“I brought Imani over on purpose,” he said in a low voice, hand still moving yours back and forth. “I thought it might make you jealous.”
“Ohh…” Your fingers reached a damp spot in the front of Jimin’s pants and his heartbeat quickened.
“Sometimes I think you think I’m more oblivious than I really am,” he said with a small laugh, a twinkle in his eye that wasn’t there before; however, it quickly diffused into something much darker. “I know you heard me.”
You halted the movements of your hand and willed yourself to get a grip on the situation. How had you so easily fallen into Jimin’s trap?
“What are you talking about…” you questioned slowly, pulling your hand away from him.
Jimin leaned into you further, closing the space you’d created between the two of you. “I know you heard me in my room when Imani left,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Touching myself. Do you know what I was thinking about?”
You stayed silent and the realization that you weren’t going to speak made Jimin laugh again.
“You,” he finally spoke once more. “I was thinking about you. Imagining you were the one biting my neck.”
It felt like your legs were going to give out beneath you, but you stiffened your body to hold yourself together. There was no way you were going to give in that easily, no matter what Nikki said.
“Need I remind you that you were about to fuck Celeste not even half an hour ago?” you snapped. You’d never been interested in anyone who considered you disposable. Replaceable.
Jimin shrugged, his face going soft for a split second. “Celeste isn’t you, though.”
You were at a loss for words. Jimin ran his nose up the length of your neck, stopping to nibble on your earlobe. It was insane how his gestures weren’t anything big; he hadn’t even attempted to kiss you or touch your body more than what he’d done at the party. So how were these small actions already unraveling you?
“Bite me, Y/N. Please.” Jimin was practically begging. He slotted one of his legs between yours and ground his erection up into your thighs, your t-shirt pushed up to reveal your underwear.
Despite what people may have thought about your tough demeanor, you’d never drank a person’s blood aside from during your coming of age ceremony. You were scared. Scared of becoming the monster society wanted so badly to make you out to be.
“You’re drunk.” The argument was feeble and you both knew it. Jimin was probably more sober than you were at this point.
“I want this,” he pushed on. “I want you.” He grabbed the back of your head and finally crashed his lips into yours. They were so fucking silky it made your chest ache for how many months you’d gone not knowing their caress. He forced you to swallow the softest of moans you’d ever heard in your life. Jimin’s moans sounded like the sigh of an angel, but the high pitched edge of lust that made the moan draw out against your mouth was what reminded you that this was anything but innocent. No matter how sweet Jimin looked.
You felt his tongue slip inside of your mouth and the tip of it ran along the sharp point of one of your fangs. Jimin pressed his tongue just hard enough to prick it, causing the tiniest bit of blood to leak into your mouth.
Your eyes flew open and you shoved Jimin away from you.
“Jimin, what the fuck…” You swallowed, but the taste of his blood was like thick nectar coating the inside of your mouth. “You did that on purpose.”
“I did,” he grinned, grabbing a fistfull of your t-shirt to pull you close again. You wanted to slap the smirk off Jimin’s face, but your body took over and you found yourself latched onto him again. You wrapped your lips around his tongue and sucked on it.
“Do it,” Jimin pulled away, pupils blown out and face flushed pink. “You want it. I see it in your eyes.”
Your brain screamed for you to stop, but your body backed Jimin up until his legs hit your bed. You pushed his shoulders down so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, giving you better access to his upper body since he was so much taller than you standing.
“If it hurts too much… push me away, okay? You have to push me away.” Your hands trembled as you tilted his head back and to the side, red eyes zeroing in on his pulse under his skin. And with that you plunged your fangs into the soft skin of Jimin’s neck.
You weren’t sure which one of you moaned, but it was carnal, feral. It was a cry that came from pure animalistic instinct. For a moment you forgot all about Jimin. Your mind was completely blank aside from the taste of him in your mouth. You lapped up his blood with so much fervor you were making obscene sounds echo through the bedroom.
“Fuck Jimin,” you moaned into his skin. “You taste so good.”
Nothing could have prepared you for the whimper that fell from his plump lips or the way he began to pant with need. You pulled away to see his eyes flutter and roll back in his head, lost in an ecstasy only you could bring him. Oddly, there was something empowering in that. You felt yourself swell with a smug pride in knowing you had this man weakly trembling under your touch.
“More,” he asked hoarsely.
Pushing Jimin onto his back, you climbed on top of him to straddle his legs. You leaned down and pressed a hot kiss against his chest before dragging your fangs along the ripples of his abdomen, leaving small scratch marks barely deep enough to draw the smallest amount of blood. You swiftly dipped your head to run your tongue along the muscles, licking up any blood that rose to the surface. The pinprick of pain made Jimin whimper again and he squirmed beneath your touch.
He grabbed one of your hands and pressed it against his neck, closing your fingers like he did when he made you grab his cock. “Choke me.”
“You’re a disgusting slut,” you said in response to his request, but Jimin only smiled. He stared down at you, eyes clouded with lust and the euphoria of your venom.
“Tell me how you really feel.”
You did as he wanted and tried to ignore the way the action was causing heat to pool in your core. Your fingers turned red as you squeezed him, testing out pressure until you found a force that had him groaning. He reached to unclasp the firefighter suspenders and raised his hips to help you pull off his shorts. You knew his cock was massive; you’d seen the outline that fateful night with Imani and you’d felt some of it in your hands with Jimin’s guidance. But to feel it brush against your thigh, smearing precum on your skin as you moved down the length of Jimin’s body was something else.
“More, Y/N.”
You bit the inside of his thigh and Jimin cried out in pain, though his cries quickly turned into a symphony of moans as you swirled your tongue along his sensitive skin to soothe it.
“Fuck yes,” he shuddered, panting heavily. He reached down to wrap your hair around his hands so he could watch your lips suck on his skin. You were finally realizing what was going on. Sure, Jimin clearly liked riding the high that came with a vampire bite, but there was more to it. He liked the pain.
“Oh my god, you are a disgusting slut,” you exhaled, lifting your head to look at him. “And I thought this whole time you were…”
“Innocent? Curious? Stupid?” Jimin grinned and you felt crushed by the weight of your own stupidity for reading him so wrong.
Ignoring his smug attitude, you returned your focus to his body. Taking one of his nipples between your fingers, you pinched it hard. Jimin jerked but let out a loud moan. Then you scraped your nails down his sides, scratching hot red stripes into his skin. Sweet sounds fell from Jimin’s lips the harder you scratched him, eventually digging your nails into his hips as you pressed kisses everywhere except where you knew he wanted you to.
There was no way you were sucking his dick, no matter how kinky he was. Fangs and blowjobs weren’t a good combination.
Breathing hard, you sat back on your knees and stared at the man beneath you. Jimin’s eyes were dark and blown out, and his body was coated in a mist of sweat. Red splotches were smeared along his torso and thigh. You lifted the back of your hand to run it across your lips, noting the red on your skin, too.
“Are you okay?” you asked slowly, leaning forward to touch his neck. The venom had healed the wounds already, so Jimin looked a lot worse off than he actually was. Your main concern was how much blood you’d taken from him.
Rather than answer your question, Jimin grabbed your hips and bucked himself into you. You cried out when you felt his cock rub against your clothed pussy.
“Please, Y/N,” Jimin rasped. “Please let me fuck you. I need to feel you around my cock.”
“Where the fuck did this dirty mouth come from?” you teased. So maybe having him beg was even better than hearing him moan. You couldn’t act like you were immune to him, though. Your underwear was so soaked through it was becoming uncomfortable. You sat back again to rip off your remaining clothes, your ego swelling up even more as you watched Jimin prop himself up so he could take in your naked form.
“I can hear your heart starting to beat faster,” you taunted him. You rolled your hips against his, rubbing your dripping cunt along his cock. Jimin threw his head back and let out a low cry, doing his best to lie still for you.
“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.” He reached between your bodies to cup your pussy, coating his fingers with your arousal. “I wanted to fuck the shit out of you the moment I met you.” Jimin plunged two fingers inside of you, the force knocking you forward. You bit back a moan as he roughly pumped his fingers into you, all the while watching your face twist and contort as you struggled to hold off the climax that was threatening to push you over the edge. How were you about to come just from his fingers?
Sensing your tension, Jimin wrapped his other arm around your waist to press your body against him as he continued fingerfucking you. “I want you to scream my name,” he whispered into your ear. “I want you to scream and cry until you can’t fucking talk.”
How was this the same timid boy who’d shown up at your door a few short months ago?
Jimin’s open palm came down so hard on your ass you felt your body jolt forward in pain. When he slapped you a second time, he did so at the same moment your resolve finally broke. You felt your walls gush around his fingers and you did everything he’d wanted - you screamed his name into the crook of his neck so loudly you were sure your neighbors could hear you.
“Does someone else have a pain kink?” Jimin mused, and you shot him a glare once you could trust yourself to lift up from where you’d collapsed on his chest.
“No. I’m not a freak like you.”
“Seems like you could be.”
“You’re impossible. I can’t believe-” You were unable to finish your sentence when Jimin lifted you off of him. He tossed you back onto the bed, hooking his arm around your stomach to lift your hips up so you were on your knees.
“Why are you always so mean to me?” Jimin purred in your ear, his chest pressed into your back. His fingers returned to your dripping folds, teasing your clit simply because he liked the way it made your thighs shake.
“Because you’re an annoying asshole,” you stuttered, attempting to lift your head to look back at him. But he gently pushed your head back down so your cheek was pressed into the mattress. Then he ran his hands along your back, holding you in place as you felt the tip of his cock prod your entrance.
“I’m nothing but sweet.” You could practically hear the smile he was giving you. “But I’m also tired of waiting for you.” And with that he pushed into you. The squelch your soaking pussy made when he eased in reminded you of the sounds you’d heard from your bedroom. The memory, paired with the knowledge that now it was you pleasuring him, made you choke out a moan.
“Ohh my god,” you squealed, absolutely appalled by the girly sounds coming from you, but you couldn’t help it.
“You like that?” Another hard slap, this time on your thigh.
“F-fuck you, Park Jimin.”
“That’s always been the end goal.”
You wanted to knock the cockiness out of his voice, but Jimin had brought your wrists around to hold them against your lower back to steady himself. This meant you didn’t have any way to keep yourself up, your body swaying back and forth against the mattress.
Jimin’s hips snapped against your ass in a steady rhythm, his moans harmonizing with the lewd sounds of skin on skin. Your head was reeling from how vocal he was. It was probably the hottest part of the whole thing; you’d never been with a guy who was so willing to express himself, to beg. The fact that Jimin could switch between being so submissive and then taking control to blow your back out was heavenly.
It didn’t take long for you to feel another climax coming on, especially once Jimin began rubbing circles against your clit as he pounded into you. You clenched around him, hard, and Jimin jolted slightly.
“Goddam, Y/N,” he whimpered, attempting to find his pace once again. “You better fucking hurry up and come ‘cause I’m about to lose it.”
“Wow, you’re so considerate,” you hissed, but a slap to your thigh shut you up. It only took a few more thrusts into your g-spot before you were falling apart again, relying on his hand pressed into your stomach to hold you up as your legs shook when he kept slamming into you.
“Fuck, you feel that?” Jimin released your wrists to grab one of your hands. He pushed your hand against your abdomen and you felt it bulge every time his cock rammed into your body. “Fuckkkk…” His pace picked up, slamming into you even harder than before. “Y/N, where should I…” Jimin whined the unfinished question.
“Inside,” you breathed. Though your words were simply an answer to his question, it was as though they were a command. Jimin immediately let himself go, painting your walls with his release. He fell onto you and the both of you sunk into the mattress.
“I feel like I’m floating on a cloud,” Jimin grinned, puffy cheeks and all.
You slapped his chest and hated the knowledge that he probably liked it. “You’re just high.”
“I know. It’s great.”
The two of you laid there, waiting for your breathing to calm down. You could not believe you fucked a human. Let him nut inside of you, even. What kind of a slut were you? At least you didn’t kill him like you thought you would.
“I guess you have your answer now.” You stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him any longer. You were just an experiment, an opportunity to taste fruit that had been forbidden his entire life.
“What do you mean?” Jimin turned onto his side to watch you.
“If vampire bites feel good. Now you know. I’m sure you’ll want to stick to fucking vampires from now on.” You’d imagine humans couldn’t have quite the same effect, though you couldn’t deny how Jimin had just rocked your fucking world. You had a feeling it was a Jimin thing, rather than a human thing.
“I guess I will.”
Your mind flashed to Celeste, but you attempted to stomp the thought out of existence. “Yeah.”
Jimin brushed his fingers along your stomach, gliding lower until he was stroking the inside of your thigh. You tensed, feeling your body become aroused once more despite the ache from being pummeled after not having sex for so long.
“Next time I want to eat you out,” he murmured in your ear. “I bet you taste good.”
You held your breath as Jimin’s fingers inched closer to your core. There was going to be a next time?
“And then I want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock. I’ll even let you nibble a little,” he said with a breathy laugh that made you shiver.
“You sure you don’t want to try out something new? I heard Celeste’s bite is pleasurable enough to get people hooked,” you said spitefully, your eyes still on the ceiling. There was no denying your possessiveness over him. It had been there from the very beginning, even when Nikki made her jokes. You’d thought it was a strange desire to protect him due to his naivety, but now you were wondering if there was more to it.
“I already told you.” Jimin moved so he was hovering on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. You felt his semi-hard cock rub against your wetness. “I want you. Nobody else.”
When you still avoided his gaze he pressed on. “This was never only about chasing some high, Y/N. You’ve made me feel good since the beginning. You just have this thing about you… I don’t know. Maybe ‘cause you’re so mean and I like it.” He gave you a small smile and you knew from living with him for many months that he was teasing, but still genuine.
“So now what? If I’m meant to believe you.” Forever the skeptic.
“And you should believe me,” he pointed out. He watched your face for a moment before rolling his hips into yours, making you gasp at how hard he was again. “But for now, maybe I want to ask you to be my girlfriend, and if you say yes maybe I’ll fuck you again until you can’t walk to class in the morning.”
Summary | Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life.
Accepting his offer might cause inconveniences for both of you, but do you really have it in you to say no?
⟶ Title | Nefarious; In Motion - a side story
⟶ Pairings | Jimin x female reader (with POV changes)
⟶ Genre | Sex Club!au, Gentlemen Club!au, Club host/escort! Jimin, Smut
⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; scenes of nudity, male strippers, usage of alcohol (minor, no drunk sex), D/s dynamic, contains strong BDSM content!, explicit sexual scene, including: mentions of voyeurism, exhibitionism, mention of masturbation/mutual masturbation, brief depiction of deepthroating, praise/praise kink, pain kink, Dom!Jimin, sub!reader, pet names/endearment, sensory play, bondage/restraint, spanking, pussy slapping, punishments, clamps/nipple clamps, biting, sex toys, body worshipping, breast play, oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), clit play, edging, begging, crying, orgasm denial, orgasm control, forced orgasm, hair pulling, rough sex, manhandling, ass play/rimming, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, brief depiction of reader/OC entering a headspace, aftercare.
⟶ Story Note | While this story is connected directly to the original plot of In Motion, this story can be read as a standalone. For those who are reading In Motion, the scenes in this piece may take place in a similar timeline as the main story (after the epilogue). Thank you for @pars-ley and @lo1k-diamonds for helping with beta reading parts of this. Special thanks to @cafekitsune for the mdni divider.
⟶ Author’s Note | I’ve been planning this story for a while, ever since Jimin appeared at the final chapters of In Motion and then again in The Dark Room, but it took a whole year for me to finish this one. I initially wanted to publish this to celebrate my birthday and Jimin’s last October, but a lot of things happened since then and this story ended up being postponed for a long time. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this story, whether or not you have read the entire In Motion instalment. Additional warning: please remember to hydrate while reading!
⟶ Word count | 39,246 words
⟶ Posted on: Jan 10th, 2025 by @yoonia
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𝕮𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝕷𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖊
Welcome to our establishment. Let us introduce our little treat for you to indulge in—
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦
𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬
Your host and personal contact will notify you personally to confirm your appointment for your private session, according to the prearrangement made on the night of registration or during the session schedule’s booking. You must confirm your availability within one hour of the arranged schedule. If the attendee fails to confirm their availability on time, then the opportunity to join the session will be passed on to the next club member on the waiting list who fits the same preferences.
During the arrangement of your private session, please remember to confirm your preferences or individual requirements needed for your session with your host. The host will use your details to find the perfect partner among exclusive members of the club to pair you with during your session.
Both your identity and your potential partner’s will remain anonymous until the session begins, and you are required to maintain your anonymity throughout the entire session held within the property of Club La Rouge.
Once you are escorted into the allocated room for your arranged session, you will have free rein to use the room however you deem appropriate for your session. The timer will be set starting from the moment the ambience lights within the room are turned on. Both attendees are allowed to utilise the provided tools and necessities presented inside the room. Any personal items taken from outside of the club will not be allowed inside the Play Room and will be confiscated immediately if discovered by the hosts.
You may discuss your choice of safe words with your partner once you are in the room or before the session officially begins. Please remember to notify your selection of safe words and passwords to your host once you are set to begin. The hosts will only open the doors once the session officially ends or whenever the safe word is announced by an attendee.
The hosts will have the authority to stop the session if the safety of either attendee is compromised. An alert button will be available in the room to be utilised by either attendee when they feel unsafe during the session and the safe word is unable to be used. Once the alert button is used, the host will cease the session and take over to secure the attendee in question.
If any violation of the rules above occurs within the session, the attendee in question will be escorted out of the premises and their name will be added to our blacklist.
Any other mutual arrangements that may occur after the arranged session will no longer be our concern.
—You—
Your chest feels constricted.
Never once have you felt this kind of humiliation before. Let alone experiencing it in a place like this.
Club La Rouge has been known as a prestigious club that takes good care of its members. Ever since you joined them a year ago, you have been experiencing first-hand just how well the club takes the matters of your needs and pleasure as their priority. Never once had they ever failed to help satiate your desire with their service.
Until tonight.
As a club that aspires to bring people’s most sinful wishes and dreams to reality, Club La Rouge has never left you feeling disappointed. This is the reason why you have been coming back here, relying on them to channel your hidden desires. To provide you with a chance and a safe space where you can freely explore them without having to reveal your secrets to the world.
That was the reason why you had arranged for a special session tonight in your favourite venture—the Play Room.
You needed an escape. A relief from your strenuous life, and being here, making use of the club’s benefits such as the Play Room as an avenue to express yourself in a fashion that you would never dare to do in real life, has been helping you to live out your fantasy in the best possible way one could imagine. So far, you have been quite lucky to be able to venture and live out your fantasy through the sessions that you have had in the club.
So the moment your plans turn into a complete mess, you cannot help but wonder if you have finally run out of luck. Because there is no possible way that the first time the club makes a mistake like this, it just has to happen on the night you come for an arrangement which you have been anticipating the most.
“I am terribly sorry. This is truly our fault.”
You bite back any response waiting to escape your lips. Frustrated and annoyed would be an understatement. The female host’s apology and simple explanation do little to help when you are standing here with your hopes crumbling to pieces.
The poor girl working on the concierge desk also looks too pitiful—so obvious that not even her lacy mask can hide it—that you have no idea what to say. Would it be fair for you to be angry at her about this? Would it be right to file a complaint or ask to see their manager?
Is the manager even available tonight? He should be. He is your host and sponsor, after all.
You look around, hoping to see the familiar figure that has always been there ever since the first day you became a member of the club. The club doesn’t look as busy as usual—which isn’t surprising for a weeknight—and the female host seems to be the only one handling the registration tonight. It makes you doubt that he would be here tonight at all.
In the end, the only thing you can do is exhale a deep, heavy sigh and close your eyes, forcing yourself to find some calmness rather than making a scene out of nothing. You just need a moment to wrap your mind around the situation that you just found yourself in.
“Let me get this straight. What you’re saying is—” you keep your voice calm and steady as you try to understand the situation better, “Not only did the person you set me up with for tonight’s session cancel their RSVP at the last minute, the person who was supposed to be next in line and was said to also fit my criteria was also a no-show?”
There is a bite in your voice that you cannot control. You still refuse to believe that your potential partner—who was personally chosen by the club—had completely bailed on you. Possibly because of hearing the details of your request.
As much as you want to deny this awful situation from happening, putting the situation into words only makes it more real. Looking at the hostess’s fearful eyes that her delicate mask has failed to hide doesn’t take away the bitterness you feel inside.
The female host opens her mouth, then shuts down before she says anything, while looking more nervous as the seconds tick by. You almost feel guilty for inciting this kind of reaction from her. Almost. But you are too angry to care, and if you are being honest, you are looking for a scapegoat. If those cowards aren’t here to be on the receiving end of your wrath, then the person who is now standing before you can take it on their behalf.
“I’m afraid that is quite correct. Well—partially,” she slowly explains, while her voice grows smaller when she sees you raising your eyebrow. “As I previously mentioned, a part of this incident may have been our fault.”
You shake your head. “Please explain to me so I can understand.”
The hostess nods before she begins explaining the process that occurred after you phoned your host—her manager—this morning about opening a private session in the Play Room. Once you have given him your specifics, including your special request and requirements for your session tonight, it was your main host’s duty to relay the details, while the club’s system filtered through the club members’ list to find someone who would fit your criteria and would be available for the night.
“We’ve contacted your first potential partner within the hour your request came in, who immediately RSVP’d his availability for tonight's session. But then he cancelled in the afternoon, claiming that he wasn’t able to join the session as he felt it was—” the hostess looks uncomfortable as she continues, “something that he wasn’t looking to get into for the time being.”
You let out a scoff. “Ah, so the poor man got cold feet once he learned about the details I requested for the appointment?”
Speaking it out loud only makes you want to laugh even harder. It’s not like you gave an outlandish request when you made your appointment. Many others have even more peculiar sexual fetishisms to play around with in the Play Room—like those involving fetishes by worshipping certain body parts or using inanimate objects to pleasure themselves with, such as food and other inanimate objects—so hearing such reasons to cancel an appointment seems laughable.
“I still don’t see how that would be your fault.”
The only thing that you could think of regarding the situation is that either the club had chosen the wrong club member as your partner, misreading his personal preferences as something that matched your own, or the man had lied about his details in his registration form so that the club had mistakenly thought he would be the perfect match for you.
“What about the other one? The—replacement?”
“Well, you see—” The hostess stops to clear her throat before explaining the situation further, “Once we received the cancellation from your original partner, our system immediately proceeded to find the next person in our list that would fit the criteria to be your potential partner in tonight’s session, and then pass on the invitation through his personal host who will then help us confirm his availability.”
With a deep inhale of breath, the hostess continues, “The problem was, that once the host failed to contact the appointed member through a phone call, they had proceeded to contact him through email. The system was supposed to wait until the member sent in their RSVP or replied back to let us know that he would be available for the night, and only then would the host in charge pass on the information and have the club arrange the session with both of you as partners.”
“Let me guess, that’s where everything went south?”
The hostess gives you a remorseful smile. “Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened,” she explains gently. “Our system had mistakenly confirmed his attendance and RSVP’d on his behalf before we ever truly received any direct response from the club member regarding his availability for tonight’s session. The staff who handled the arrangement never thought to double-check with the system or the hosts who were responsible as both yours and the other member’s contacts before contacting you to inform you that we have found a partner for you.”
You feel like ripping your hair out in frustration or pinching the bridge of your nose to calm yourself, except that you had spent hours fixing your hair that it would be such a waste to mess it with your own hands, while you also have a thick, lacy mask covering your face which you aren’t supposed to take off for the rest of the night.
Feeling like there is no hope, you let a bitter laugh escape from your lips. “So I suppose I should just go home now?”
— Jimin —
As your personal host and direct contact who is responsible for being the mediator between you and Club La Rouge, Jimin should have been there at the concierge desk to welcome you for your appointment. It was by chance that he had just stepped away from his counter to have a short break when his phone pinged with a notification, alerting him of your early arrival after your membership card was scanned at the front desk.
Jimin had been the one to set up the appointment and prepared the Play Room for your session himself, so he should be the one welcoming you and then escorting you to the room himself. But he has his own reasons to step away and find some space before coming to face you.
After handling your previous sessions over the year you have become a member, Jimin knew to expect something new added to your request when you called in to arrange a session in the Play Room. You have always been curious, after all. Always quite adventurous when it comes to channeling your sexual desires, in finding out new ways to express your sexuality while trying to find what works for you and what the club might be able to provide in your sexual explorations.
But your request had been an unexpected one that caught him by surprise upon hearing it the first time. Jimin even had to confirm it with you repeatedly on the phone call you made this morning to make sure, nearly causing you to laugh at his reaction.
Your requirements hadn’t been an extraordinary one. Not by the club’s standard, at least, as Jimin had witnessed and arranged many others that made him appreciate the club’s policy of upholding its member’s secrecy and discretion. Yet, your request was enough to bring out an old itch that is begging for a scratch.
That was why he felt the need to get away, to regain his composure before facing you. Before his thoughts—everything that he deemed forbidden to even think about as one of the club’s representatives to an esteemed member of the club—gets in the way of his duties.
Not being there when you first arrived is one thing that he feels regretful of the most. Then he regrets it even more when he rushes back, just in time to find out about the predicament that you are met with at the concierge desk.
Jimin hears enough and curses under his breath, realising what had happened and understanding where things might have gone wrong. He knows exactly who—or what—to blame.
He, of all people, should have known better than to rely simply on the club’s automated system to handle these things.
Back then, Jimin and the other hosts had done things manually; from matching the club members with the right partners for each scheduled appointment, arranging the private sessions and the exclusive events, to scouting potential members and finding the perfect benefit that would help them find pleasure so they would keep returning to the club to gain more.
Over the past few years, however, the club has grown substantially. With more members joining, and new ventures and benefits to offer being added, the hosts have become so overwhelmed with overlapping duties. It then prompted the owners to introduce the new system to assist the hosts in handling the club’s business.
So far, the automated system has been working well enough without causing trouble for the hosts. It has been making things easy when it comes to matching up club members as partners for closed and private sessions held in the club’s special rooms, and dealing with last-minute cancellations—just like the situation that you are currently in. Although it doesn’t take away the hosts’ responsibilities in making sure that things remain in order.
That was what he was supposed to do with your appointment tonight; to double check on the booking process and follow up with both the system and the hosts involved to make sure that things will go on smoothly. He is your main host, after all, and it is his responsibility to keep you satisfied with the club’s service in tending to your needs. He shouldn’t have relied solely on the computers and the other hosts to handle your arrangement.
“So I suppose I should just go home now?”
Your voice echoes through the hallway as Jimin begins approaching you. Hearing the bite in your voice, he feels a tight pinch in his chest, as he feels as if he has failed you.
Jimin knows that he shouldn’t care this much for a member of the club, and yet he cannot stop himself.
It would be a complete lie to say that he doesn’t have a soft spot for you. Jimin has no idea if what he feels is some kind of attraction, or simply amusement. Whatever it is, he cannot deny that he enjoys every moment he hosts your presence at the club. He even finds pleasure in fulfilling your various requests each time you call in for an appointment with the club, always guessing what would be the next thing you want to try or learn, and matching you with the right person among other club members to fulfil your needs.
And that is why the idea of sending you home without giving you exactly what you needed tonight seems preposterous.
Determined to fix everything for you, Jimin secures his mask and fixes his suit, getting himself in order as he joins you at the concierge desk.
“Good evening, Miss ____,” he gently greets you with a smile, and he takes great pleasure in seeing your shoulders slumping in relief at the sound of his voice. Your gaze softens even before you turn to look at him, which makes his smile grow wider.
There is always a tender look in your eyes whenever you see him. Oftentimes mixed with a tinge of amusement or absolute joy. Jimin knows that he shouldn’t read too much into it, but he would be lying if he ever said that he doesn’t enjoy seeing it coming from you.
“Let me take it from here, Saki. Thank you for covering for me while I was gone. You’ve done well,” Jimin says to the female host who had taken over Jimin’s station in his absence. He feels guilty for placing her in such a predicament when it wasn’t even her responsibility to handle this kind of situation. The barely-concealed sigh of relief that Jimin sees from the poor girl drives that guilt sinking deeper in his chest.
With a nod, Saki turns to apologise to you one last time before making her way to the back office. Jimin waits until the girl is out of sight before he speaks,
“I’m sorry I missed you. I had to step out for a moment,” he finds himself explaining before he can stop it. “I just heard what happened to your dates. I apologise for such an unpleasant evening. As your host, I will personally take full responsibility for this mistake.”
Jimin holds back a wince, even if he truly means it. He really does feel responsible for allowing this to happen, yet you seem to think differently when you immediately shake your head. “No, there is no need to go that far. Bad things like this can happen to anyone,” you kindly say to him, though Jimin isn’t quite sure if you are trying to appease him or convince yourself.
Because the disappointment you feel is still clear in your voice, also in your eyes, and in the deep sigh coming out of your lips when you murmur under your breath, “Unfortunately, it was just my pure luck that this had to happen to me.”
Clenching his hands, Jimin holds back from reaching out to you and musters a smile. “Once again, I would like to apologise on behalf of the club and the staff. Why don’t you take a seat in the waiting area for a moment?” he offers you while gesturing towards the small lounge nearby, “I’ll see if I can arrange something so your visit tonight won’t be such a waste.”
You look sceptical for a moment, which Jimin can understand. Even with the advanced system, it would be impossible for Jimin to scout through the available male members of the club to find anyone who would be able to fill in as your partner tonight, much less to send a sudden invitation for a late-night private session. But, to his relief, you ask no more questions and agree to let him do his work.
Jimin guides you himself to the small waiting lounge; a private space near his station which is often used for guests who are waiting for their turn to use the special rooms. Once you are settled, Jimin rushes back to his desk with your membership card in hand, hoping that he can somehow find a way to salvage the night for you.
It’s for the sake of the club’s reputation, he tries to remind himself, as he keeps forcing him to remember that he needs to solve this for the club’s interest, not a personal favour.
It doesn’t take more than five minutes for Jimin to find everything he needs. First, by confirming Saki’s statement about the other staff’s mistakes and how the automated matchmaking system had screwed everyone over. Second, to confirm his suspicions about not being able to fix it the way he wanted.
But that doesn’t stop him from trying to make things right.
He spends another five minutes on his computer to find the right solution before joining you in the waiting area. “As my assistant, Saki, explained, the club member that the system had listed as your substitute partner for the night never RSVP’d back to our invitation to join tonight’s private session that you requested. The member’s personal contact should have done her due diligence in making sure that he was available to attend before contacting the staff handling your reservation, and I should have followed up with the process before updating you,” he gently explains, “The fault is entirely ours. On behalf of the club, and for my own mistakes, I would like to apologise.”
Once again, a look of defeat is written on your face, and Jimin’s heart plummets with more guilt. To his surprise, you still manage to put a smile on your face when you respond, “It’s fine. I guess things aren’t meant to be.”
If Jimin felt doubtful about his insistence in helping you, that feeling fades the moment he catches the resigned sigh escaping your lips.
Hearing this, and feeling the tightness in his chest, he realises that not only is he constantly drawn to you whenever you are near—when you are in the same room, same space, or simply present somewhere in the club’s property while he is working in the hour—he also has been feeling quite protective of you.
Just like how he is adamant about helping you tonight, he has always been more attentive to your needs. Oftentimes, he would find himself getting reckless, involving himself in your deals and arrangements with the club in channelling your raw desire.
Jimin has long realised how unhealthy this was becoming. When knowing the kinds of sexual exploits that you have been seeking through the club so far has only caused him to be on the edge each time you return for new arrangements, always making him wary about the risks you would be taking as you enter one of these sex rooms with these other guests that the club had chosen for you.
Complete strangers hiding behind intricately designed masks and anonymity as they share a private moment with you behind these closed doors.
Jimin hates to admit it, but aside from the sinking feeling of guilt, he also feels somewhat relieved that your private session was unsuccessful tonight.
If only your appointed partner had shown up, Jimin would have been the one sending you off to your room by now, and then left wondering if your partner would be doing a good job in fulfilling your needs, instead of sitting here with you, enjoying this little chat while admiring your smile—albeit not as radiant and alluring as it usually does.
“Still, it doesn’t mean that your night needs to end now,” he says, which draws another sceptical look from you.
Still, he manages to also draw a small, warmer smile showing on your face when you question him, “Oh, really? How so?”
Jimin returns your smile as he leans closer, holding your membership card between his fingers. “Because I’ve made sure that you’ll have a way to enjoy the rest of the evening instead of returning home.”
His smile grows wider when your curiosity grows, and it shows perfectly from the way your eyes grow wide from under your mask. Before you can question him further, Jimin continues to explain, “To make up for our error, I’ve upgraded your membership status and programmed a few special offers on your card, which you are eligible to claim tonight if you wish to enjoy them.”
“An upgrade?” you ask, “and what kind of special offers are you talking about?”
Jimin throws you a smug smile. “I prefer to call it a peace offering, since it would be quite a disadvantage if tonight’s misfortune changes the way you perceive the club.”
When your smile returns, so does the light in your eyes. “I’m listening.”
“Instead of simply cancelling your appointment for tonight’s session, I switched the specifics of your appointment to have it listed as an open session which you can claim anytime you want. There will be no extra charge if you decide to have it as an extra from your monthly quota of free sessions,” Jimin explains, “The upgrade has also given you new privileges that only our exclusive members are eligible to claim.”
You make a humming sound as if you are considering your options. But Jimin can tell that he is slowly getting you swayed. “You might want to remind me of these, um—” You come to a brief pause, then start shaking your head as if trying to not get ahead of yourself or too excited over this sudden development, “Remind me again about these privileges that I am now entitled with.”
Jimin bites back a smile as he watches you crossing your arms over your chest, challenging him while trying your best to rein in your enthusiasm.
“I am sure that you’ve read through the club’s rulebook that we sent you after you first joined us and learned about the club’s benefits—from our special rooms, events, and other services that the club offers,” Jimin says, to which you nod. “Your current—or should we say, your previous membership status, only allows a limited quota for accessing our sex rooms each month. With this new upgrade, not only will you be given the same privileges as our exclusive members, such as access to more sex rooms, and chances to book more appointments each month, but you will also receive invitations to our special events.”
Your eyes grow wide, and this time, Jimin is the one who has to force himself to hide his excitement. As your host, Jimin has suspected that you may have been regretting your choice to join as a regular member of the club instead of upgrading it.
With your current membership status, you have only been able to book two sessions and only one type of sex room to access each month, without being able to switch between rooms to be able to fully experience them—just like how you have only been able to book the Play Room for the past few months, and before that, the Viewing Room. As for the club’s special events, unless there was a special event being held in the club that is open for public guests, you wouldn't be receiving any invitation to join the festivities.
Now, all of that’s going to change. The upgrade that Jimin has gifted you will allow you to experience all the benefits that the club offers its members—from getting the opportunity to try out more rooms, book more sessions, and join more parties.
There is no doubt in Jimin’s mind that you would have been able to appreciate these benefits to your heart’s content, and for some reason, the thought of being able to give you such luxury pleases him dearly.
“I will be sending you the new rulebook that will explain the details about these privileges more thoroughly once the upgrade is officially applied to your membership account. In arranging future sessions, the basic procedure remains the same. I am still your personal contact with the club, so you can call or email me anytime you are interested in booking a room or a session, or if you want to venture out to the club’s other services which you want to try. Just give me all the details, your request for a partner to match you with, and the time you wish to come, and I’ll arrange everything.”
You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it by saying, “The next time you call for an appointment, I will personally handle everything myself to make sure that things are in order.”
Your gaze softens, and so does your smile. But there is something in your eyes that warms Jimin in the chest. The look of trust. It makes him happy knowing that he has earned it, especially coming from you.
“Exclusive privileges, hmmm?” you ask him with a playful scoff, though there is a glint in your eyes that seems more honest.
Excitement. With the familiar tinge of lust.
Jimin can only guess what goes on inside that pretty little head of yours at the promise of trying more new things under the club’s space. “Sounds tempting. I look forward to learning more about them.”
Exhaling a sigh of relief, Jimin continues, “For the rest of the evening, you are free to use the Entertainment Room to wind down. As a special treat, I added an extra drink over the two drinks a night limit.” Jimin leans closer. “Just for you,” he adds with a wink, and takes pleasure in the way your eyes are lowered when a shy smile appears on your face.
“In exchange for your cancelled appointment, I’ve given you free access to join any of the Viewing Rooms tonight, since I know that you still favour those rooms. But you can also switch to any other sex room to your liking if you are interested in trying your new privileges right away,” he says, grinning as he sees you sitting up straight. “Just let me know which new benefit you would like to engage with before you end the night, and I’ll have everything set for you. As long as they are available for an impromptu visit.”
Jimin holds back the chuckle rising in his chest as he sees you twitching in your seat. He wishes so badly to see what is going through your head right now. He can imagine you venturing through the rooms tonight out of curiosity, and he surprises himself when he feels a semblance of possessiveness when he thinks about you enjoying your night on your own, while knowing what your new privileges can offer.
Swallowing his emotions, Jimin continues, focusing on the present instead of wondering about the things that have yet to happen.
“Why don’t you take your time? Have some drinks while you process this and decide how you’re going to enjoy the rest of your night. I’m sure the exotic dancers performing in the Entertainment Room tonight will be quite helpful in getting your mind away from all the stress,” he offers you when he notices you thinking deeply about your options. It was clear to Jimin that you had felt dejected enough to even consider going home, forget everything, even perhaps to leave the club altogether out of this one bad experience. And that is the last thing that Jimin wants right now.
At the mention of exotic dancers, your eyes light up, coaxing Jimin to lean in and tease you, “Although, I must say, that I am fairly sure those dancers might not be as entertaining as I would have been.”
To his pleasure, his comment manages to draw not only a genuine smile from you, but also makes you laugh for the first time tonight.
Your laugh is full of surprise and it does something crazy to Jimin. A flush of warmth runs down his body. This rarely happens, which only surprises him more. Never once has he ever been affected by someone this much. To have it coming from a client, a guest of the club that he is responsible for as a host, is even more unexpected.
Yet he welcomes the feeling. Especially when he gets to see your smile even more.
“I’m sure you’re right about that,” you softly tease him with a soft chuckle slipping out of your lips.
“Now that I’ve explained how much this card is now worth with the upgrade, it will be best that you hold on to it,” Jimin says as he returns your membership card. His eyes remain on your dainty fingers as you retrieve the card from his hand. The greedy part of him wishes that he could stay in this moment a bit longer, or to find some reason to touch your skin.
Yet he brushes away his thoughts before they can go any further.
“Thank you. I was so sure that this night would be such a waste. This past week has been—a lot. And today at work had been the worst, which was the reason why I called you the first chance I got to arrange a session so I could destress.” You exhale a heavy sigh, the sound bringing back the tightness in his chest. Yet he can tell that the heaviness of your distress is no longer present, much to Jimin’s relief.
Your eyes fall on the card in your hand and a sound of disbelief comes out of your lips. “I can’t believe you went above and beyond just to make up for all of this.”
Jimin’s chest seems to expand with pride at your words. “It’s my duty as your host to make sure that you are satisfied with the club’s services.” You lift your gaze to meet his when he gently adds, “I meant it when I said it was my responsibility to make up for your failed night. But most of all, I’m also doing this personally for my own pleasure. Anything to please you.”
— You —
Words fail you as your fingers brush against Jimin’s the moment you reach out to retrieve the membership card back from him.
You have always found it so odd the way your heart would always flutter each time you were close to him. You have always felt at ease whenever he was around—just like that eventful evening just last year when you came to the club and met him for the first time, his smooth talking giving you the artful reassurance that you needed to be confident enough to apply for membership even before you finished your first drink.
Tonight, specifically, Jimin has managed to calm you down without having to do much. Just his voice alone was already enough to give your mind some semblance of solace after having to deal with the drama regarding your unsuccessful appointment. And then he goes to such lengths to make up for the mishap that didn’t seem to be entirely his fault.
It shouldn’t make you feel things, being treated with this much care. It shouldn’t bring up the flutters threatening to grow stronger in your chest.
How pathetic does it make you to feel something like this just because someone is being nice to you? Have you been so deprived of such kindness and affection that this simple gesture—one that a host of the club does to appease you—makes you feel spoiled and, perhaps, appreciated?
After the day you had, however, where you felt as if the entire world was closing in on you, it shouldn’t be a surprise for you to feel this way. If only you hadn’t felt so tired and frustrated, you might even have tears in your eyes. They would be tears of gratitude and relief. Which no doubt would only make Jimin worry even more.
“I think I might need that drink, after all,” you murmur with a chuckle, mostly to yourself than to Jimin.
To his credit, Jimin says nothing about how desolated your voice comes out. He simply takes your hand and helps you rise from your seat, once again triggering that flutter in your chest with his warm touch.
“I’ll have Saki escort you to the Entertainment Room. I hope spending some time there might help you feel a bit better, even if you decide to call it a night after a few drinks. But I’ll be here to guide you if you ever decide to venture out and indulge in your new benefits as a new exclusive member,” he says with a grin that is infectious that you cannot help but smile along with him.
Your moment together ends too soon as you arrive back at the concierge desk, where his assistant, Saki, is waiting. You shouldn’t feel so dejected for having your time with him cut short, but it’s hard to ignore it. Being with Jimin feels so calming. His eyes are warm, even when they are partly hidden under his golden lace mask, and his smile—which often seems cunning—makes you feel safe when you are with him.
Shaking your head, you remind yourself that the only reason why Jimin is so kind to you is because of his duty. This is his job. As a host, it would be his responsibility to keep his guests—his customers—happy, and that includes you.
“Thank you, Jimin.”
He nods. “I hope you’ll have a better evening.”
“Your drink.”
A glass of red liquid—Manhattan, dry—manifests right in front of your eyes, drawing your attention away from the lewd scenes that are being displayed in the room. The glass lands with a soft thud on your table. Glancing up, you see the staff who brought it over to you; a tall man with broad shoulders, wearing nothing but a tight vest which shows his perfectly toned muscles, his skin bare, with no shirt beneath. His mask is made up of semi-transparent black lace which mostly covers his eyes and the bridge of his nose, though not enough to cover the glint in his gaze as he lingers by you for a moment longer than necessary.
“Can I provide you with anything else?”
From his smile, you can tell that behind the alluring mask, he must be an attractive man—just like all the other staff, escorts, and hosts working in the club.
From his gestures and the way he speaks, it’s clear that he is openly flirting with you. It is quite flattering, if only you don’t consider the fact that this is a part of his job as a waiter and escort; to tend to the guests and wait on their table, oftentimes keeping them company when they need one while they are in the room.
He doesn’t have to say out loud that he is subtly offering you that said company. You can see it in his pretty smile, yet it doesn’t seem to pull at your heart enough to invite him to join you. Not even for a single drink.
So you put a smile on your face to return his inviting grin and politely wave him off. “Thank you. This is all I need for now,” you coyly say, before deciding it wouldn’t hurt to play along a little just to have fun, “but you can ask me again when I order my second drink.”
The masked staff winks at you before he leaves, promising to return when you are ready for your second order.
Biting your smile, you watch as the masked escort walks away, weaving through the lines of loveseats with his tray in hand as he makes his way back to the bar. Left alone, you take a slow sip from your drink, allowing it to help cool you down and wash away any bitterness that still lingers with the unexpected turn of your planned evening.
Closing your eyes briefly, you savour the buzz from your drink as it rushes through your body. The soft and sultry tune of the music playing in the room helps set the mood. Not only to help all guests relax and enjoy the moment, but also to draw out any wanton desire that is still lying dormant right before the guests begin to venture deeper into the club to enjoy the special treats provided in the other rooms.
Your eyes trail towards the nearest glass box where a male dancer is swaying with the beat. Aside from the pair of high leather boots he is wearing on his feet and the black leather mask covering half of his face, the dancer simply has tight black briefs covering his crotch. Pressed sinfully into his skin, the fabric looks like a smooth leather. It leaves little to almost nothing to everyone’s imagination as the fabric barely covers much of his skin.
And it hangs low on his hips.
Extremely low.
Low enough that you can see the triangular line leading down towards his evident bulge.
As the dancer moves, the chiselled muscles on his chest and limbs seem to ripple with every movement he makes. Each line of muscles keeps getting highlighted under the spotlight illuminating his private box stage as he rolls his body to the music, his skin glistening with sweat and what appears to be a thin layer of oil.
Hungry eyes are locked on him. You can tell that many of his audience are hoping that he would end his show by tearing those tight briefs off as manicured fingernails keep reaching up to try and have a touch.
A wanton fantasy that may never happen.
Not in this club, and not in the room which is open to the public and set simply as a place of transit for the guests.
Club La Rouge has always had its strict rules, binding all the staff and guests alike to make sure that things remain in order while keeping everyone safe and satisfied under its roof.
Specifically for the Entertainment Room, there are a few rules that everyone must follow; no complete nudity, not between the escorts and the guests who are present, not even for the exotic dancers on the stage; the well-known two drinks limit for the guests, placed to make sure that everyone who is involved in the sex rooms remain sober; no physical contact; and no fraternising, as escorts and dancers are off-limits for the guests to invite into the rooms, although they are allowed to keep the guests’ company while they are in this room, simply to talk and and flirt and drink with them until their time is up; and many other rules which have been placed to maintain both the anonymity and safety of everyone involved in the club’s business, while keeping its reputation intact.
There is a reason why these guests around you—the attendees, as the club would call them—hide their faces behind carefully designed masks. A lot of these guests are important and well-known people out in the real world; businessmen, politicians, celebrities. Anyone who wanted to find an escape, a place to channel their darkest desires, to seek pure pleasure without the risk of people judging or outing them in public.
They all pay good money to have a good time, to find pleasure, something that the club has to offer. In return, the club simply asks everyone to follow their rules to keep everything in order.
Yet, even with the rules and limitations in place, this room still serves its purpose of entertaining its guests. The scantily clad escorts and passing servers are the perfect eye candy for the guests, and they are both friendly and flirty, providing some level of comfort for the guests so they can relax and enjoy their time.
And then there are the performers, the exotic dancers filling the stage and the small boxes that have been set between the seats. All of them dancing and swaying to the music seductively, their movements so mesmerising that most guests find it hard to look away.
Just like how your eyes continue to find their way to the same dancer that you have been admiring, his actions draw your attention back to him no matter how hard you try to look away.
The male dancer brings his arms up, crossing them behind his head as he begins gyrating his hips forward. His eyes are locked down, aimed towards the female guest sitting right in front of the box; an older woman who is dressed elegantly, yet daring, with her wrap dress coloured in dark purple, a similar colour to her mask, the cleavage sinking deeply at the front to show a generous view of her ample bosoms. Her auburn hair is styled up in a messy bun, with a pair of golden hair clips pinned on the side of her head to keep the strands in place.
You cannot see her face from this angle, yet you can see her painted nails trailing up and down the flute glass of champagne that she has been nursing since she sat there, showing you that she is indeed enjoying the show while having her mind wandering to another place where she could be free with her own raw desire, possibly with said male dancer as the other character in her fantasy.
The dancer comes down to one knee and continues rocking his hips. The female guest leans back in her seat, making it seem as if she is receiving a personal lap dance from the dancer, and you wonder if this is a part of her fantasy that he is giving her.
A fantasy. That is all that these entertainers are offering for the guests sitting in the Entertainment Room. Anything that may entice any guests’ sexual desire without actually engaging with them directly.
But there are still other ways for the guests to indulge in that fantasy, and for these escorts and performers to indulge in sexual pleasure without breaking the rules. You look around, biting your lips when you consider that sometime tonight, one of these escorts and dancers will be performing something else for the guests.
In the Viewing Room, a different kind of entertainment is presented for the guests, drawing those who are into specific types of kink, including some of the most perverse kinds of sexual pleasure; exhibitionism, voyeurism, and similar others.
Within those rooms, a similar setting to what you have now can be found, except on a smaller scale. Sets of loveseats and high-back chairs set in lines around small, solo stages or in front of a massive glass wall separating the room from another, except that instead of stripper poles and stage lights, you will find a whole different setup to support the performances; from small beds and three-seated leather sofas to the distinct setup, like bondage benches and St. Andrews cross standing at the center stage. Everything that is needed for the masked escorts, both males and females, to engage in their sexual exploitation in front of a public audience.
Oftentimes, club members would be the ones to take the center stage. Either with their own partners or in groups, or even acting solo, allowing other members to watch as they indulge in carnal pleasure.
Feeling warm from your own thoughts about the indecent scenes that you have seen in the Viewing Room before, you lift your gaze back to the nearest stage, where a new male dancer has taken the center spot.
Wearing a thin, see-through white shirt and a pair of tight, holed-up jeans, he basically leaves only little left to your imagination. His mask, a perfect replication of a pair of wings of a dove, is made out of white lace fabric with silver threads as its linings. The mask glimmers as the dancer begins rocking his hips, allowing you to see the toned lines of his muscles rippling under his shirt before he begins to slowly peel the thin piece away to show you more.
As you continue watching the dancer perform with his captivating moves, your mind wanders to another figure whose movements are also just as graceful, but with less rough edges on him. The figure who holds an aura which exudes sin and temptation as he moves and speaks, with that smile of his which keeps drawing you in.
Finding yourself comparing the dancer with your mysterious host and escort draws out a scoff from your lips.
How would you know whether or not Jimin has any rough edges on him at all, when he has always presented himself in a prim and orderly fashion; with his sparkling mask hiding half of his face and his firm body under his fashionable suits?
Thinking about Jimin takes you back to the brief moment you had with him at the guest lounge earlier, and you feel the urge to knock back your drink when your disappointment returns tenfold. You have no idea why you are so invested in this club and feeling so deeply about your session tonight. Having your hopes up only to be let down makes you feel bad, but it shouldn’t be this bad.
Is it because you had wanted—no, needed—an escape from your life so badly, hoping that a night of pleasure, a chance to shed your skin for a short while, would have helped you deal with the problems waiting for you at home? Have you needed to forget about the real world that badly to seek a chance to live inside your fantasy?
Yes, you wonder with a sigh, as the weight of your real life outside of this club—work, the thriving, yet struggling business that you are currently running, your home life, the absence of a real relationship, the business deal that had fallen through just this morning—lays heavy on your shoulder.
Yes, I do need that escape.
Ever since the moment you stepped foot in the club for the first time, your entire world has been undeniably and irrevocably elevated to a new height. You’ve found pleasure like you’ve never felt before from the very first experience they gave you, the perfect escape from real life, and never once have you turned your back on them. Never once had they ever given you the reason to.
Must tonight’s misfortune become the sign that your time with the club is up?
Feeling the dreadful feeling from today’s stress coming back, added to the possibility that you might be losing your safe place tonight, you take another drink and lift your gaze, meeting the dancer’s eyes as he looks across the floor to see you.
Sitting back and forcing yourself to relax, you convince yourself to simply enjoy this moment. To enjoy the performance that is being given to you while trying your best not to think of your troubles, and at the same time, stop yourself from imagining your lovely host—whose smile and alluring voice have always filled your thoughts—as the one dancing in front of you.
— Jimin —
Jimin has no idea what he is doing or why he is here.
It feels like only moments ago that he watched you go to the Entertainment Room—the Lounge, as everyone at the club would usually call it—and then he is suddenly here, standing in the dark corner, watching you.
He cannot understand why he felt the urge to come here. The need to see you again was pulling at him that he was drawn here to find you.
Like a moth to a flame.
Shaking his head, Jimin lets out a bitter chuckle. This is ridiculous. If this had been the weekend, when the club is usually the busiest, he wouldn’t have been here. He wouldn’t have time to, nor the chance to be distracted by the thought of you, wondering if you are feeling better, or if you are going to meet anyone in the Entertainment Room who might invite you to join them for more.
The Viewing Room is open for guests tonight. The Play Room that you have booked for the night is still vacant, as he couldn’t alter the reservation and pass it on to another guest unless they are seeking the same specific theme. Which only makes him grow more concerned after sending you off with a free ticket to use either of these rooms tonight.
Jimin may have informed you of the main rules within the club, yet he isn’t sure if you are aware of the special rule that applies only to the exclusive members and VIP guests of the club that most aren’t well-informed yet unless they have the same privileges.
The same privileges that you now have, once Jimin has officially updated your status in the club.
The rule which states that while the guests are forbidden to engage intimately with or to invite the escorts to their private sessions in the sex rooms, they are, however, allowed to invite another guest for an impromptu session set in the rooms, so long as the arrangement made between them is mutual and the hosts are made aware of it beforehand.
It might have been the thought of you receiving open invitations from these other guests which had drawn Jimin away from his station. He knew it was a possibility. If someone like him could be completely smitten and drawn to you, there is no doubt that others would feel the same once they notice you.
Alone.
Unattended.
Available.
Jimin’s attention is drawn back to you when he sees you raising your hand, and ordering your second drink. Within moments, one of the male escorts tending the room appears with your drink in his tray. He leans close over the table as he places your drink, and then lingers for a moment too long. His demeanour and the way he leans a bit too close, too friendly, combined with the way you smile back at him as you lean forward to meet him, lets Jimin know that this male escort has been the one taking care of you and keeping you company since you got here.
Jimin’s hands are clenched to fists at his sides. It remains that way while you are chatting with the escort, whose presence is making you oblivious to your surroundings and all the attention that you are getting from the other guests. Only when the male escort finally walks away, returning to his station, Jimin can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Instead of approaching you, Jimin remains in the shadows. Still out of sight. It allows him to look at you, a chance to get a full view of what he rarely gets to see whenever he’s in your presence.
Sitting under the dim golden light falling from above, your mask glimmers when you move. The masquerade mask, gifted by the club when you first joined as a member and then amplified further with your personal touch, looks like petals of roses covering a part of your face. Made of lace fabric in the colour of red cherry, the mask matches perfectly well with the colour of your drink. Even the colour of your lipstick and dress both match the tone, something that Jimin had marvelled at the moment he saw you for the first time earlier tonight.
The gold and black embroideries framing your mask make your eyes pop, and it shouldn’t please Jimin how well they match the colour of the mask that he is wearing tonight.
As he watches you raise your glass to your lips, Jimin finds himself moving. As if a spell has been put on him, and his body is moving on its own, drawn towards the magic that has bewitched him completely.
You have yet to notice him approaching, as your eyes drift towards the nearest box stage, where a new male dancer had just taken the spot to begin his dance.
Once again, Jimin clenches his fists as he looks on, wishing that the glimmer in your eyes was directed to him instead. Yet he quickly calms himself just as he comes to your table, keeping his voice and expression steady, as well as the mask helping him hide his emotion, as he gently says, “Enjoying your evening so far?”
Jimin’s voice takes your attention away from the male dancer who is now becoming the main focus of the entire room.
Startled, you sit up straight and turn to look at him. The haze in your eyes clears for a moment, only for your gaze to soften at the sight of him. While Jimin still cannot understand what he was feeling before, he takes pleasure in seeing how your gaze always changes just for him.
“Well, I can’t say that I’m not enjoying myself,” you answer him with a coy smile. It appears as if you are already feeling the buzz, both from your drink and the ambience in the room, clearly seeming more relaxed compared to before. “I have free drinks, a wonderful view of gorgeous men dancing to the music, and friendly escorts coming to keep me company.”
Your words draw a smile to Jimin’s face, which grows even wider when you add, “And now I have my handsome host coming to say hi.”
Chuckling softly, Jimin nods and says, “Hi.”
You softly laugh and take a drink. It draws Jimin to move closer. “Mind if I join you, then?”
You lower your eyelids. A gesture so subtle and sweet, yet enough to draw a strong reaction out of him. The perfect submission. You shake your head and shift on your seat, making space for him.
“Do you think I’ll mind having some time with you, Jimin?” you ask him with your eyes fluttering as you tap your palm on the loveseat, gesturing to him to sit right beside you instead of taking the other chair across the table. “Come sit here and keep me company.”
Tilting his head, a myriad of emotions washes over him. He knows that he shouldn’t do this. He shouldn’t be here at all, least of all to join you, when every part of him keeps reacting to everything that you do. But his body has its own mind, and your gaze is pulling him closer before he can stop himself.
Tugging at the lapels on his suit jacket, Jimin settles right next to you. Breathing in, he enjoys the sweet scent of your perfume and the warmth of your presence while you take another sip of your drink.
“Aren’t you busy? Is it all right for you to join me here instead of watching over the concierge desk? Won’t they be needing you there?” You begin giving him a barrage of questions before returning your drink to the table. Jimin merely listens with a smile, as you curiously ask, “Or did you perhaps come here to check on me? To make sure that I’m having a good time?”
Why am I here? Jimin wonders, once again questioning his own intentions.
His concern over you had been making it hard for him to focus on working. No matter how much he tries to rationalise it, listing all the possible reasons why he is in this room with you, Jimin still has no answers. Other than to see you.
However, he loses any chance to answer your question or to explain himself when a bare-chested server wearing a bowtie around his neck, a silver mask covering half of his face, and a pair of extremely tight leather pants, comes in to take his drink order.
Jimin considers ordering something strong. A glass of whiskey, perhaps, if only for the sake of giving him liquid courage to speak his mind openly to you. But he quickly decides against it and orders a glass of iced water instead.
“I’m guessing there’s a rule against drinking on the job?” you tease him, once the server walks away, your gaze lingers for a second longer on his toned bottom than Jimin would like before you turn to him again.
“Something like that,” Jimin says with a tight smile. “I’m still on the hour, and I’d prefer to enjoy this chat with a sound mind.”
“I like the sound of that. Then I guess I’ll be drinking for both of us,” you say as you take a hefty drink of your liquor, nearly finishing it off. “You don’t do this often, do you?” you ask him while looking around, before noticing Jimin’s raised eyebrows and explaining what you meant, “I’m talking about you sitting with a client or a guest while strippers and half-naked servers are entertaining them.”
Chuckling softly, Jimin shakes his head. “Actually, as one of the main hosts and the club’s recruiters, I do this quite often. Usually, I’d sit in the Entertainment Room or the open stage areas where the strippers perform, scouting over new guests who aren’t yet members to see if I can find those who interest me enough to offer them a special membership offer for them to join the club.”
Your eyes grow wide, surprised and intrigued at the same time upon hearing this. Jimin can’t blame you for feeling this way. Even if he has been your host and personal contact to the club since you first applied, this hadn’t been your experience which had led you to meet him.
Unlike the other members who came in through Jimin’s expert scouting and special invitation passed on through their sponsors, you had first come to the club at your own conviction.
He still remembers that day as if it was yesterday.
You had come during the rare occasion in which the club opened the Entertainment Room for public audience, welcoming guests who were non-members by applying an entrance fee for those who came without sponsors. It was you who came to approach him first, knowing who he was to the club and what his role was as he blended with the guests.
Through the conversation he shared with you, he had learned that you came that night after finding out about the club from the words spread through the grapevine. You came out of curiosity at first, while also having the intention to apply to be a regular club member so you could try out the club’s various endeavours. You claimed that you wished to learn more about your sexual taste and preferences, while relying on the club’s pledge of keeping the members’ privacy and safety while they are under its wings.
Jimin vaguely recalls how your work would often get in the way of you in having a relationship and from seeing people, to going on dates and finding your own partner to try new things. Hence, the club became such an enticing option which you couldn’t refuse.
“No wonder no one seems to be questioning why you’re here,” you simply comment, just as a server passes by your table with a subtle nod towards Jimin.
Jimin takes a drink to cool off, realising that this is something that he needs as he notices you sliding closer to him.
“I guess you do take your job seriously,” you tease, sounding more relaxed after the drink you are having starts settling in. He looks over to see you watching him closely, your chin resting on your hand as you peruse him with your gaze. “Since you’re here, I’ve been thinking…”
Placing his glass down, Jimin sits back in the seat, willing himself to relax with you. “What do you have in mind?” he asks, crossing his legs as he listens. Jimin bites down his smile when you give him a sheepish smile. But he would have never expected to hear what you are going to say to him next.
“I feel like it will be a waste if I just leave here after finishing my drink.” You let out a sigh. “So maybe I’ll take your offer and try out one of the sex rooms tonight. What do you think?”
You turn to Jimin with a small smile. “Is the Viewing Room with the open stage available tonight? It’s okay to go solo to watch, isn’t it? Maybe I can have fun there and enjoy myself.”
Jimin swallows down the groan threatening to come out of him at the thought of you entering the sex rooms, much less the Viewing Room. Watching a live porn performance has been one of the fetishes and quirks that the club has to offer. One that he knows well enough to be your favourite before the Play Room.
By choosing the one with the open stage, you will be sitting right in front of the stage, with either the attendees or escorts performing their carnal act within arm’s length and no barrier getting in the way. Except that going in solo would mean an open invitation to anyone who is enjoying the room to watch without a partner.
“I mean, I would have loved to try the Dark Room, but after failing to find a partner meant for my original schedule, I can’t see myself getting a random partner on such short notice for—”
Gritting his teeth, Jimin holds back from showing his displeasure as you continue rambling about your desire to try out the other sex rooms. With other people. He knows that it would be wrong of him to object to your intentions when he was the one who first made the offer for you to find a different way to enjoy the rest of your night.
Yet he certainly isn’t prepared to hear himself sharing what has truly been going through his mind out loud.
— You —
Thinking about what you might find in the Viewing Room tonight already makes you grow hot and excited.
Out of all the sex rooms that you can find in Club La Rouge, the Viewing Room was the start of it all. The start of your journey with the sex club.
Applying for a membership at La Rouge last year had immediately earned you a free entrance to The Viewing Room and a free extra drink in The Entertainment Room on the same night. Out of curiosity, you accepted the offer right away to feel the experience firsthand.
Resting back in your loveseat, you remember resting on an exact replica of this seat inside the sex room, getting comfortable as you enjoyed the show. Just the way they have it here, there was a single stage positioned perfectly at the center of the room, merely an arm’s length away from where you were sitting.
When you first entered, the stage was already occupied. You watched in awe as a masked woman sitting on the center of the stage spread her legs open, while a masked man knelt down before her, with his face buried between her legs and his mouth devouring her bare cunt. As the woman rocked her hips in the height of pleasure, you found yourself moving yours, brushing your covered center against the cushioned seat beneath you to find your own release.
You remember meeting the woman’s gaze when her eyes shot open in her release, and then again when the man raised to his feet, twisting his partner onto her knees with ease before he began taking her from behind, pounding into her shamelessly while masked strangers continued to watch them giving in and indulging their carnal desire on stage.
It felt exhilarating.
Freeing.
And it felt like the perfect escape from your mundane life, allowing you to recognise a part of you which had been lying dormant inside and awaiting release. The part of you which has always had a strong passion and desire for pleasure, and a deep curiosity to venture deeper into your fantasies and bring them into reality.
That had been the night when you truly found the club to be the perfect place for you. A place where you could seek out pure pleasure, to learn and understand more about your needs and desires freely without any judgement from the people around you.
And you have been coming back to this place ever since. Always back to try out new things, new ventures, new sex rooms, and Jimin knows this fact so well as he talks about your intention of visiting the Viewing Room before making your way home.
“The Viewing Room you mentioned is available tonight. I’m quite certain that there are already a couple of guests making use of the stage right now, and anyone interested in watching them can enter anytime. But—”
Jimin pauses. Seconds drag on. It would be expected for you to feel uneasy about why he seems so unsure to talk more about this. But it’s hard to feel it when his gaze seems to spark brighter when he looks at you.
With a smile on his face, Jimin leans in to say with a low, gentle voice, “What if I tell you that I have something better in mind?”
His cryptic words make you curious. “I’m listening.”
His smile remains as his gaze holds steady, “I would like to make you an offer.”
The moment you get to see Jimin up close, your previous thoughts are proven right. He does look way more attractive in your eyes compared to the dancer who tried his best to keep your attention on him. Even with a full suit on, Jimin looks more appealing. His face, while hidden under his beautifully crafted mask, appears delicate and beautiful beneath. Not even the mask and the dim lighting filling the room can hide his features, or dim the sparks you feel from looking into his eyes.
And then there is the way he carries himself, which has always been able to make you feel flustered whenever you are near each other. The way he glides and sways as if he is dancing to a tune that only he can listen to, and how you would take in every single movement he makes—from the tilt of his head, the small twitch at the corner of his lips before his smile grows, to the delicate way he moves his fingers.
You have never truly realised how much he affects you.
Until now.
When the confidence that he oozes from within makes you feel like you want to surrender your desire in his hands, knowing that he might be the only one in the world who may understand what you need.
“Another offer?” you ask, smiling at the sweet man before you, while hiding the fact that you are feeling an odd flutter in your chest with the way he is leaning closer to you. He might only want to make sure that you can hear him over the sultry music playing in the room, while keeping his words—his offer—from everyone else around you to hear. Something for your ears only.
“After giving me an additional monthly private session, extra free drinks and a free show.” You raise your glass and wave your hand at the main stage, where a few male dancers are now performing for all the club members who are present, their bare chests glimmering under the golden glow lights. “As well as many other privileges a girl like me could ever deserve. Yet you still have more to give?”
Your smile grows when your gazes meet again. “I never realised the club takes good care of their members this well.”
Jimin gives you a sweet smile. “As I said before, I feel responsible for tonight’s misfortune. I feel like I am partly to blame for matching you with the wrong partners for your private session tonight. If only I had done my job better, perhaps you would—”
Shaking your head at him, you lean forward and repeat the same words you gave him earlier. “Jimin, I told you already, it’s not your fault. These things can happen. It just wasn’t meant to be.”
Jimin presses his lips when he nods. His eyes are on you when he speaks again, “Yet, things like this shouldn’t happen. It would be bad for our business if we keep messing things up for our favourite clients.” His frown softens. His lips turn to a small grin when he notices you looking back at him with a shy smile, obviously catching on with the meaning of his words.
“Rest assured, I’ve dealt with the problems as much as I could. For now. You will not be paired up again with your original partner in the future, and we will be looking into his personal details to see if we can have him update his data so things like this—having an appointed pairing bail due to conflicting interests, as he called it—won’t be happening again.”
The grin disappears and switches into a look of contempt as he speaks about this, and then he carries on to say, “We have also scheduled to have our system looked over, to make sure that no one, especially you, will experience similar misfortunes.”
You sit back and look at him with wide eyes. “Wow, you work fast,” you mutter softly, amusedly, surprised that Jimin and his team would move that quickly to fix all the problems straight away. Their automated pairing system included.
“As I should. It’s for the club’s best interest, after all,” he claims. “Of course, the first chosen club member has received a warning for his sudden retreat, and we are currently appraising the details and preferences he added in his application form to see if there was some information that he had put in inaccurately.”
The sass and bitterness in his voice nearly make you laugh. Seems like Jimin also believes that said club member might have made up things that he wrote down in his application form.
“And the other? You’re not going to reprimand the poor fella?”
Jimin scoffs. “No, he already emailed us back, right before I came in. He’s out of town, and the business email address he gave us had an automated reply feature set on. That might have been the main cause of the issue.”
“Bummer,” you say this while rolling your eyes, causing Jimin to chuckle. “Is that what you came here to talk about?”
Shaking his head, Jimin smiles softly at you and leans closer. “No, it’s not. I could’ve informed you all of this another time if that’s all I wanted to talk about.”
He takes a quick glance around him, seeing if anyone would hear him before he continues. “My offer has to do with your original session,” he says, pausing briefly to let you process his words before he explains further, “Since the Play Room has been booked for your appointment tonight, it will remain vacant for the rest of the night. We have no other guests scheduled for a session, while the room itself has been set up to accommodate your—request.”
He gives you a small grin while your cheeks grow warm. You are taken back to Jimin’s first reaction when he heard your request, when he sounded so surprised and amused at the same time that you regretted not contacting him through a video call instead to see the reaction on his face. “The staff have worked so hard preparing the room for your appointment. It would be a shame to let it go to waste, wouldn’t it?”
“I…suppose it would,” you respond slowly, while silently questioning where he is going with this.
“Then, I would like to offer you the chance to use the Play Room tonight,” he says, surprising you that you raise your eyebrows at him.
“Okay…But how? I don’t suppose that your system can magically find me the right partner to invite tonight. Unless you already know someone that might come in moment’s notice,” you comment with a soft chuckle, yet the way Jimin grins at you in return makes you stop.
“If an eligible partner is what you are asking for, then there is one who is available.”
Your jaw nearly drops. “Do you mean to say that you have found someone?”
Jimin says nothing for a brief moment, allowing room for anticipation to start growing in your chest. And then, he surprises you again when he finally answers.
“It’s me,” he confidently replies. While your heartbeat picks up after hearing this, a look of mirth appears in his eyes.
You say nothing, wondering if you are hearing things. Perhaps you heard him wrong, and you are imagining things. But then Jimin speaks again, more convincingly this time, “I will be your partner so you can use the Play Room tonight.”
Seeing that you are lost for words, Jimin holds back a chuckle and reaches out. His gentle hand rests right beside your thigh, barely touching, yet you can still feel a brush of warmth on your skin from the gesture. Your body reacts with a shudder, yet you make no move to pull away when Jimin leans in, getting into your personal space so that you can breathe in his cologne, and feel his breath on your exposed shoulder when he questions you with a low voice, “I can promise you that if you wish so dearly for your fantasy to be fulfilled tonight, then I can make sure you will not be left unsatisfied. What do you say?”
“Is that—” You are still struggling to get over your shock that you can’t find any words to say. His offer was so unexpected that you have no idea how to react. “Is that even allowed?” you finally ask, “And why would you even make such an offer?”
Jimin’s gaze softens. “A part of it is me trying to make up for my mistake, another part is for my personal gain,” he admits, once again surprising you with his confession. “You are quite a special member of the club. As a host, it would taint my reputation if words spread that I’ve failed to provide one of my attendees with her needs tonight.”
His gaze is locked on yours when he continues, “As a man, who has unadulterated interest in you, it would have been a great sin should I send you home tonight unsatisfied, when I know for sure that I fit quite well to the criteria you were asking for as a partner.”
Eyes wide, you simply listen and allow his words to sink in. If only he didn’t seem so genuine about it, perhaps you would have laughed in his face. You find it hard to believe that he has any semblance of interest in you at all, or in the type of fantasy you wished to bring into reality. Enough for him to make such an offer.
“As for whether or not I, as a staff member, am allowed to offer myself to be your partner,” he continues while you fall silent, “the rules only state that I am not allowed to be involved with a guest when I am in the hour of my shift. I don’t think the club and the executives would mind if I end my shift early tonight and re-enter as a regular patron of the club.”
This time, you cannot stop yourself from laughing in disbelief. But you can see the honesty in his eyes, and you quickly sober up.
“Your offer is quite tempting,” you find yourself admitting once your laughter dies down.
“Of course, it is,” he says, smiling, while looking awfully pleased and sure of himself. “You came into our club tonight in search of pleasure. We have one Play Room still open and reserved, already prepared specifically for you. It’s a win-win situation if we take this opportunity. Don’t you think so?”
In a way, you have to admit that he is right.
Your special request would have required some extra preparation from the club to arrange. You wonder what kind of waste that would be if the club isn’t going to find someone else to make use of it. And the more you think about it, the more tempted you are to follow him through
“If I accept this offer,” you carefully say to him, “how will it affect my, um—”
As if Jimin knows what you are about to ask him, he nods and explains, “Remember one of the rules from the Play Room that I shared with you when you first came in?”
You nod your head, still remembering the rules clearly.
“What happens in the Play Room, stays there. Once the session ends, you will remain as our esteemed guest and club member, while I remain as your host,” Jimin reassures you, “Of course, if you ever find it uncomfortable to have me deal with your future—endeavours, you are free to switch hosts and your personal contacts for your future sessions anytime you want.”
While his explanation does sound reassuring, his last comment only displeases you. Furrowing your brows, you cannot possibly imagine having to contact anyone else other than Jimin. To allow a stranger from the club to organise your private sessions, to take notes of your preferences and progress—something that you find too personal to share with anyone—instead of having someone that you have become familiar with for the past year assisting you.
Jimin tilts his head. He can probably see that you may need a moment to mull it over. There is no need for you to let him know that you might have already made up your mind about taking his offer.
“You have one more drink on your card. Take your time to think about it while you have your drink. You should also know that this is an offer that I don’t give away so easily to any other members of the club,” he says, as the tips of his fingers brush against your hand. A shudder runs through you, and you begin to imagine what his touch would do to you if it were more intimate.
Jimin leans back, brushing against the front of his suit as he takes away his warmth. “I will be waiting for your decision. Just come straight to the room that has been reserved for your session tonight. You should find the information by taking a quick visit to Saki at the concierge desk.”
“What if I decide not to come?”
Jimin stops. With a flicker of a smile on his face, he reaches out to you, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear—a move which enthrals you and has your heartbeat picking up rapidly in your chest.
“I think,” he whispers, “You will be there when I enter the room. You’ll be waiting for me on your knees, your hands folded on your lap, and your head down in submission. You will be waiting for me to tell you what I want, and ready to take my commands, just like the good girl I know you are.”
You bite your lips and lower your eyes. “Is that how you want me tonight, Sir?”
There is heat in his eyes when Jimin notices your subtle submission. “You should know better than to question your master once the instruction is clear.”
— Jimin —
Jimin’s movements are stiff and his legs feel heavy as he makes his way out of the Entertainment Room. It takes a lot of effort to remain calm as he walks away from you. He almost can’t even make it to leave at all.
But he knows that he has to.
He feels hard as concrete down below. His pants have grown tight as he walks, and he can only hope that the dim lighting around him provides enough cover to hide it as he walks past a few guests and escorts on his way back to his office.
Your reaction to his offer was sweet. But it was your reaction to his instructions that did things to him. It makes him want to forget everything—the rules, regulations, his duties and ethics—and go straight to the Play Room with you. To hell with the power of anticipation, when he could have gone straight into playtime if he wanted to.
But he knows that he cannot do that.
Not here. Not now, when he is still on duty.
To make sure that there will be nothing getting in the way of him in spending the evening and having a session with you, he needs to do things right. First, he needs to get back to his office and deal with his remaining duties and responsibilities. Then he is going to clock out, ending his shift so he can enter the room with you as another guest instead of a host.
A complete submission.
That was your special request. A new kind of sexual exploit that you have claimed, time and time before, to be something that you have been interested in trying, but never had the chance or the courage to get into. Not once, because you have yet to find the right time and place to delve into it without being haunted by the fear of judgment, and without worrying about your safety.
As Jimin closes the door to his office behind him and carefully begins stripping himself out of his suit jacket, he recalls the conversation he had with you earlier today, back when you called to make the arrangement.
Those three words had done him over that he almost reacted with a groan in the middle of the phone call. It brought back a piece of his past; his first connection to the club, and the deepest, darkest desire that he has long kept a secret from the world, but never from the club.
Jimin walks across the room to stand in front of the mirror that he has placed against the wall. Carefully, he untangles the ribbons keeping his mask attached to his face. With a new determination set in his mind, he strips himself of the mask that identifies him as the host of the club, and readies himself to put on a different mask. An old persona of his that not many have ever gotten the chance to see.
Tonight, he is just another guest.
Tonight, he is about to become the master that you need.
— You —
You cannot really remember how you managed to get here.
The preparation room looks just as common as the others you used before when you booked a sex room.
Not too spacious, just comfortable enough for the guest to strip out of their clothes and change into whatever outfit or setup they need for the session.
A small shower box and a vanity table are placed on one side of the room, provided specifically in case an attendee feels the need to clean up before or after a session.
A wooden closet covers the other side of the room, filled with robes and costumes that you can choose from. There are also baskets and boxes here which you can use to place your personal belongings—the ones which you didn’t leave behind at the reception desk—to keep safe during a session.
The locked door behind you should bring you back towards the hallway where Saki had left you. The soft echoes of her heels can still be heard as she makes her way back to the concierge desk after escorting you here.
And right on the other side of the door before you is the Play Room—specifically, the room which Jimin had reserved for you tonight.
Your body is buzzing from the inside as you stand facing it. Every part of your sense has come alive, excitement is brewing, yet you still make no move to get ready.
Butterflies flutter in your belly while all your nerve endings are crackling. The thought of Jimin being the other person you will see once you step through that door feels like a fantasy that you never once imagined, yet merely seconds away from becoming reality.
It’s this kind of moment when you wish that you could depend on liquid courage. The club’s drink limit wasn’t even the reason why your mind is now clear, as you never took the extra drink that Jimin offered. The moment Jimin walked out of sight, leaving you behind in the Entertainment Room to ponder over his invitation, your mind was already made up. Not even the male dancer rocking his hips towards you from behind the glass barrier did anything to sway you from your needs.
Not when Jimin’s words had already set your nerves alight, and your carnal needs burning wildly inside.
You barely even finished your second drink when you left your seat, drawn by the promise you heard in Jimin’s voice. A promise that he would be the one to give you what you need tonight.
Not simply as a host who is in charge of your safety and comfort. Not out of his sense of duty.
But as a man with raw, carnal desire which you could feel from his direct words, his confidence, and his smooth, silky voice as he spoke about helping you find pleasure.
With a deep inhale of breath, you begin peeling your clothes off. Jimin never specified how you should situate yourself aside from the hint he left you with. But you have decided that it would be best to be as prepared as you can be.
After putting aside your shoes, pieces of jewellery, and your fancy dress into one of the baskets, you walk towards the full body mirror on the vanity table.
The pair of eyes looking back at you look almost unrecognisable. Yet the brewing anticipation and desire are clear, even from beneath the mask. Deciding that you are going to go all in tonight, you carefully take off your mask, putting it aside with a smile on your face before stepping into the shower box.
From what you have learned about Doms, something that you read about when you first became intrigued with the concept of submission and control, you found that some may require their subs to freshen up before entering a play. For you, personally, standing briefly under the running water has helped calm your nerves before entering an intense type of play.
Recalling the way Jimin leaned in to breathe the scent of your perfume, you forgo using the liquid soap that you find on the shelves and simply let the water wash off the sweat on your skin and the spicy fragrance from the Entertainment Room still clinging on you.
Once you feel refreshed and clean, you reach for the silk robe to cover yourself. It’s a thin piece that hangs perfectly on the curves of your body. Its length falls right at the top of your thighs, barely concealing your intimate parts when you sit down on the settee in front of the vanity table.
You take your time to look at your reflection in the mirror before stepping into the next room.
Your face is now clean from the makeup you wore for the night. Your hair is loose, the pins and hair clip are now safely secured with your other belongings, and it makes you feel more relaxed seeing the wet strands framing your clear face.
A smile lifts itself on your face as you take a good look at yourself while imagining how Jimin would react seeing you like this—with every part of you bare of anything which may hide your truth. For him to see every part of you that no one else has ever gotten the chance to.
If he’s going to be there as just another man, then I’ll be there as a regular woman.
Not his usual patron or special guest. Just me.
The door to the Play Room closes behind you with a resounding click. Almost as if sealing your fate.
There is no turning back.
By now, Jimin would’ve gotten notified of your arrival in the room. He might already be on his way to join you.
It would be too late to have a change of mind now, wouldn’t it?
You find yourself wondering about this as your gaze drifts towards the other door across the room. You can picture him entering through that door, elegantly striding into the room as if he owns the place. The same way you saw him the first time you met, when he entered the guest venue with his head held high and one of his hands tucked in his pocket as he greeted the guests attending the club’s special event. Also, the same way he did earlier when he walked off the Entertainment Room after sharing his proposition with you.
Will he be wearing his mask still, just like your previous partners? Will he still be wearing his fancy suit—this evening, he was wearing a matching suit in deep bronze with a satin shirt in cream underneath, a complete contrast to his dark mask—or will he choose to change into something more comfortable?
Something more—appropriate for the play, perhaps? Or maybe just something comfortable for him to play his role with?
Thinking of all the possibilities of seeing Jimin in a different light makes the flutter inside you grow more intense. It feels overwhelming. So you try to distract yourself by taking in your surroundings instead, marvelling at what the club has done while you have the chance to soak it all in.
This Play Room seems slightly different compared to the ones you used previously. Quite more spacious, it gives you a sense that you are inside a honeymoon suite in a resort instead of a simple sex room inside of a club. The lights here are a bit dimmer, with various more arrangements added to fill the room.
A four-poster king-sized bed is placed against the center wall to your right. Its frame is made of dark wood, with four vertical columns standing on each of its corners, made as tall as pillars reaching to the ceiling. Wooden rails are placed on its head, looking just as sturdy as the columns and sizeable enough for you to wrap your fingers around each grid. Various pillows and cushions are scattered on the mattress, all covered in dark rouge-coloured silk sheets—the shade that you see in almost every part of the club.
The bed looks imposing as you stand right before the massive columns. Yet heat rises through your body as you picture yourself being stretched out on top of the delicate fabric, your limbs bound to those pillars and your skin bare for your partner’s eyes to see.
Another set of doors stand on the wall across the bed. A symbol is placed at the top, similar to the one you saw one the doors to the preparation rooms similar to the one that you had just walked out of—a symbol that looks like an outline of a bathtub to give you a hint of what is on the other side.
Your heartbeat flutters softly in your chest knowing what it means—a small bath meant to use after a playtime, or perhaps another part of the set-up meant for the Dom and sub to use during a play?
Turning back to the room, you see two other furnitures that are set on either side of the bed which look just as imposing.
Black-painted St. Andrews cross stands on a small platform on the left side of the bed, set up for intense bondage play. A bondage bench covered in dark red leather with leg stirrups is placed on the right side, with various instruments meant for different types of punishments hanging on the adjacent wall. Floggers, belts, whips, paddles, riding crops, and even feathers in various sizes and colours draw your attention, and your skin feels tight as you picture them being used on you.
Looking away from those instruments, your gaze lands on a single leather high-back chair that is placed across the bed. Looking at its position, you can imagine your partner sitting there, watching as you are laid to perform any carnal act on the bed.
This simple setup is something that you are more familiar with, learned from your previous experiences in the Play Room.
Your first experience with the Play Room was when you requested a session where you could give a blowjob to a nameless partner who was willing to be tied up and blindfolded. On the next session, you became the recipient of an invitation sent from another guest. An anonymous club member who wanted to give you pleasure through oral sex, only this time, with you being the one who was blindfolded, all while you were stretched out and bent on a long loveseat similar to the high-back chair you see in this room.
Ever since then, you have continued to use the Play Room to venture into other kinks. To understand more about yourself and follow your need to figure out what you might enjoy more in the future with a trusted partner.
You tried to see if you could enjoy pain kink by arranging to have a partner spanking you until your skin grew tender. The first time you entered this type of session, you had your partner use his palms, who had then used those same palms to soothe away the pain and tenderness until you were left trembling under his touches. In the next session, you had a different partner use a flogger, an experience which you found painful yet thrilling that you felt like you were being sent off to a different height at the end.
Both occasions had allowed you to learn one thing; that you can endure pain and enjoy them, and you had been left drenched between your legs with arousal after each one, that a single flick of a finger on your clit and a light blow on your slick folds were enough to send you spiralling into your climax, one that was so intense that you can still feel it each time you think about those nights.
Another time, you tried to see if food play would be your thing.
The idea of the play was quite erotic; as you spent it by having both you and your partner coated in chocolate syrup before licking each other clean. But the aftermath hadn’t been as pleasing.
It was messy, sticky, and you still giggle each time you remember the dopey smile you gave each other when you found out how ticklish you actually were. It didn’t necessarily ruin the experience. But it did simmer the heat. Thankfully, your partner that night simply bid you goodbye with a chaste kiss on your cheek and a teasing wink instead of abhorrence.
Sensory play was the next thing you tried in the Play Room. It was your partner’s turn to take the lead, by pouring hot wax on your breasts before using ice cubes to cool down the sizzling heat. He then finished the play by sucking your sensitive nipples until both of you came into climax from the thrill and heightened sensations. It was yet again something you found to be a pleasant experience. A new find in the growing list of kinks that you certainly do enjoy.
Pressing your legs together, you try to tame down the pulsing heat growing at your center. You can feel that you are getting wet from thinking about your past experiences. Foreplays to prepare yourself for tonight’s session, as you see it.
You have no idea what truly enticed you to request such an intense play for your session tonight. You only have a vague idea so far of what you are getting into, which only adds to the anticipation brewing inside.
Feeling tension growing in your belly, you turn away from the bed to look at the console table standing in the center of the room. At one glance, the table only looks like another piece of adornment to complete the room setup. But upon closer inspection, you quickly notice the entire set-up of what you may need during your play.
Assortments of smaller instruments and sex toys are laid perfectly in order on top of the table, all chosen according to your personal preferences as written in your registration form. From plugs, clamps, and vibrators in different types, sizes, and colours. To a variety of ropes and fabrics that you can only imagine how they are going to be made use of during the play.
There is an addition of a set of hemp rope beside the silk ropes that you have listed as something which you thought might be more comfortable to be used on you, and you wonder if Jimin had added it as his own preference to try with you after volunteering to be your partner tonight.
Reaching out, you brush the tips of your fingers over the items on the table, trying to decide if you should pick something out of them yourself before Jimin arrives. Even if only so you could have something to hold on to as you wait.
But then Jimin’s last instruction echoes through your mind, reminding you of the command he gave before he left—
“You’ll be waiting for me on your knees, your hands folded on your lap, and your head down in submission.”
Thump. Thump. Your heart begins beating rapidly in your chest. Warmth surges through your body, pulling at your skin, as his gentle voice comes to you like a soft, demanding caress,
“You will be waiting for me to tell you what I want…”
The intense flutter in your chest returns, and you pull your hand away from the table.
Smoothing down the front of your robe, you carefully climb onto the bed. You settle down near the foot of the bed, knees folded beneath you to cushion your weight. You rest your palms on your thighs, loosening your fingers instead of clenching them, and lower your head in submission.
And then you wait.
Seconds tick by into minutes.
Silence has thickened as you continue kneeling on the bed, waiting for Jimin to arrive.
Your heartbeat has grown steady. The unrest and anxiousness you felt have dwindled in your wait. Your legs are beginning to grow numb. Yet there is something about the power of anticipation which has the rest of your body come alive.
While your mind is empty, you are still focused. Your senses are on high alert. Your skin has become sensitive to the touch, to every shift in the air, to every brush of soft breeze flowing from the air conditioner.
The gentle click from the other door sounds like it’s coming from far away. It doesn’t take long for your mind to register what it means, as it is the sound that you have been waiting for ever since you claimed your position.
Jimin is here.
You remain in your position, keeping your eyes lowered as the gentle sound of footfalls fills the room. You can feel him approaching, stopping to stand right before you without making any other sound. For a moment, you can hear nothing else but the sound of your steady heartbeat and his subtle breathing, until—
“You follow my instructions really well.” His voice comes as a murmur, with a praise that comes out of his lips like a humming tune. It brings back the butterflies fluttering in your belly, growing wild and expanding, before exploding into sparks when he adds,
“Good girl.”
Your hands are clenched, and unclenched, in perfect rhythm as the blood flooding warmly in your veins. Receiving his praise surprisingly feels—good.
His words feel almost as succulent as the most expensive wine you have ever tasted. You immediately file this new discovery as something that you find as something pleasing.
Jimin places a knuckle under your chin and lifts your face to look at him. “Hello there, angel.”
Every single thought in your head is quieted the moment you get to look at Jimin. Evidently, he has taken his time to clean up. His suit is gone, replaced by a silk robe which is almost a matching pair to yours. Even his mask is no longer present, leaving not a single trace of lace to cover his beautiful face.
You feel like you are dreaming. You have tried to picture him before, more than once. But your imagination doesn’t seem fair enough when you finally get a good look at him.
You don’t realise how obvious you are in admiring Jimin’s presence until a slow smile grows on his face. He seems amused at your reaction, even if it’s quite clear that you are not the only one to do it. Jimin’s perusing gaze lingers on your face as he brushes his thumb across your cheek.
“This is the first time you are showing me your face ever since the first night you came to the club,” Jimin muses with his gentle voice. So soft that you almost miss it thanks to the sound of your thundering heart.
“This is the first time I get to see your face—ever,” you respond with a smile, drawing a soft chuckle from him.
“I suppose this will be a fair treat for both of us,” Jimin says with a low voice as he lets go of your chin and draws himself back. “Open my robe.”
Your fingers are slightly shaking as you reach out to him. Dainty fingers pull on the sash binding his robe together until the thin fabric comes apart, revealing his bare chest, his firm torso, and the soft V-line leading down towards his semi hard-on. You cannot resist licking your lips, wishing that you could trace his skin, to run your fingers down the lines on his body and the artful black lines written on the side of his chest.
A tattoo. How amusing, you wonder, while silently questioning if there is more ink work on other parts of his body that you are going to find.
You take another second to marvel at this new, unexpected part of him, before your gaze drifts up to his face, waiting for his next instruction. You start to reach up to peel the robe from his shoulders, yet he gently catches your wrist before you can even try. “That’s enough for now, angel.”
“Ah. Yes, Sir.”
Jimin tilts his head as he holds your hands in his, gently pulling you up while saying, “Rise, angel. Let me have a good look at you.”
You can barely feel your legs as you rise, but you barely feel any worries of falling when Jimin keeps a firm hold of your hand with one hand, and your waist on the other. He keeps you balanced when your feet are on the floor and you find yourself swaying.
“Easy, now,” he teases as helps you steady yourself on your feet. “Good. Now don’t move.” Once he is convinced that you can stand on your own, Jimin steps back. Though he keeps his eyes on you, watching you closely when he says, “I want you out of that robe.”
With a deep intake of breath, you reach down and pull to untie the sash around your robe. The silky cover comes apart, revealing your bare skin underneath. You can hear the soft intake of breath coming from Jimin, making your skin flush at the thought of him being affected by the sight of your bareness.
Something else shines through Jimin’s eyes when he looks at you, smouldering with an unnamed intent. Something illicit and dark, sending shivers through your spine. But it also feels delicate and warm, not the kind of sensation that would send you shrinking into the bed and hiding from him.
Jimin takes a step closer. Then another step. Then he runs his fingers on the front lining of your robe, rising up to your shoulders. “You are beautiful, angel. Exquisite,” he whispers smoothly with his fingers moving your hair back.
He gently peels your robe off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, pooling around your bare feet. The tips of his fingers brush against your skin as he does this, prompting a shudder surging through your body.
“Those fools have no idea what they were missing when they failed to show up tonight,” he murmurs, referring to the club members that were initially chosen for you to have as your master tonight.
But you have barely thought of them at all. Not since the moment Jimin offered to take the role that has been left vacant in their absence.
You are lost in your thoughts for a brief moment that you don’t realise how closer he has gotten. Not until you feel the warmth of his words against your lips. His eyes look deeply into yours as he trails his fingers down the length of your bare arms.
It feels thrilling, the way he is touching you, and the way your body is reacting to the featherlight touches of his fingers. It feels intoxicating, more than what you’ve gained from the drinks you had earlier. Your mind is clouded, and his heated gaze keeps you entranced, making it hard for you to look away, yet your mind is still clear enough to take in everything that is happening at the moment.
Your gaze falls to his lips. With him leaning so close, all you have to do is tilt your head and your lips would touch each other. But neither of you make a move.
His eyes move down just then, lingering on your lips. Just when you think he is about to kiss you, Jimin retreats and carefully guides you back to the edge of the bed. “Back on the bed for now, angel. Resume your position for me.”
Disappointment weighs down your chest, yet you quickly brush it off and keep your voice steady. “Yes, Sir.”
The loss of this touch makes your skin feel cold, so you hold on to the heat coming out of his eyes as you move back to the bed. Moving under his unwavering gaze makes you feel more hyper-aware of your state of nudity. He isn’t even touching you the way you want him to yet, but you can already feel warmth surging through your skin simply from the intense way his eyes are following every move you make.
Sitting back on the bed, a gasp slips out of your lips. You are surprised to find how wet you have already gotten underneath, all coming simply from his unwavering attention. The slickness of your arousal isn’t yet intense, but present, sticking on your skin as you settle back with your legs folded beneath you, hands on your lap, your gaze lowered in submission as you wait for his next move.
Jimin acknowledges your obedience with a nod, and then turns away to make his way across the room, straight to the console table. You watch from under your eyelashes as Jimin moves, his robe flittering on his back. You quickly notice how his slow, yet confident strides hold something different in them more than what you have seen from him before.
An air of dominance and control. Imposing, but not enough to instil fear, and still as elegant as how you have always seen him.
Jimin might not be as brunt as the Dominants you’ve learned about from your research through the internet or what was written in the books you’ve read. He isn’t hard and tough. Instead, he is—gentle, while still commanding in his own way. He has a kind of tenderness that serves like a magic spell, one which makes you want to obediently obey and follow. He lights up the desire you have in you to submit to his every will, to please him, without having to say too much.
The way he feels so comfortable in his own skin also amazes you. Looking at his back, you almost forget that he is bare underneath. The way he embraces himself puts you in awe, that you cannot help but continue admiring him.
As Jimin reaches the console table, he holds out his hand and begins running his fingers on the assortment of instruments and toys being displayed, and you inadvertently straighten your back. Jimin seems to be taking his time perusing the playthings on the table, causing your nerves to spark as you anticipate what’s coming next.
“You requested to experience a complete submission. Is that right, angel?” he gently asks, and for a moment, your brain nearly fails to register his question before you finally find your voice again,
“Yes, Sir. I did.”
Jimin looks over his shoulder. “Now that you’ve seen everything we’ve prepared for your playtime tonight, you haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
You lick your lips. “No, Sir.”
“Good,” he says with a hum. “Before we start—” Jimin angles his body to look at you, and the light from the ceiling falls on his covered back, allowing you to see through his sheer robe to see some more ink work lining down his spine.
“Pick a safeword, angel.”
You drag your eyes away from his back, looking at his face as you consider your choice of safeword, before deciding to go with what your mind is more familiar with. “Red,” you answer him with a soft voice. “Red means to stop.”
His lips twitch with a knowing smile. “Favourite colour?”
You shake your head. “Not really. It’s just easier to remember when I suddenly need to use it.”
Humming to himself, Jimin nods. “Good thinking,” he compliments you, his eyes glinting under the lights as he looks at you to say, “I personally love your choice.”
Jimin turns his attention back to the table, and as the robe on his body moves along with him, you finally get to see the vague lines of his back tattoo through the sheer fabric.
Moon phases. How fitting.
Your gaze is pulled back onto Jimin’s hands as he moves to trace his fingers across the items on the table. As he reaches for the silk and hemp ropes, your skin grows tight with excitement.
Bondage is something that you are still unfamiliar with. But you had clearly stated in your request today that it would be something that you would be interested to learn and do through the session should your partner—your master—be willing.
As your host, you know damn well that Jimin would have taken account of this part of your request. And he seems to be making it clear to you that he is more than willing to introduce you to this form of play tonight.
With a gentle hand, Jimin picks up the silk rope. He plays with the fabric in his fingers for a moment, feeling its texture. He then moves on to the next items, perusing them as closely as he did with the binding materials provided for him. Your core grows warm as he touches one of the small toys and starts filtering through the plugs. Then he moves on again, allowing you a brief relief, only until he brushes his fingers against the collection of clamps in various shapes and sizes that you saw previously.
“How much can you endure pain?” he asks you while he carefully browses through each item while sneaking glances at you from over his shoulder.
You lick your lips. Tingles run through your body as you try to imagine all the things he could possibly do to you, as you picture the previous experiences you’ve had when it comes to finding pleasure through inflicted pain.
“I tolerate them quite fairly.”
“Have you tried these?” As Jimin turns and lifts his hand for you to see, a golden chain hangs from his fingers. A clinking sound draws your eyes to the ends of the chain, where a set of clamps is seen hanging from it, glimmering in the shade of gold. The thin piece of gold looks like a regular piece of jewellery in his hand. And yet it’s hard for you to marvel at its beauty when you that it serves a completely different purpose when used.
“Not yet, Sir.”
Nodding, Jimin puts the clamps back in their place without asking further questions. Then he reaches out to the lines of thin fabric which you identify as blindfolds and mouth covers.
“Blindfold?” he offers with a raised brow.
“No,” your answer comes out easily before you even have the chance to mull it over. “Not tonight. I want to be able to look at you.”
Jimin lets out a soft chuckle as he finally turns away from the table. His mind is already made up with what kind of play he wants to have with you. His determined eyes look straight at you as he steps closer with a silky fabric in his hands—which looks more like a ribbon instead of the rope he was playing with—yet the smile you see on his face softens all the tension in your body.
“How are you doing, angel? You’re still okay?”
“Yes, sir.” You lick your lips. “Quite nervous,” you admit. Desperate for a distraction, you look down on his hands as he slides the thin strip of silk through his fingers. He plays around with the soft material while keeping his eyes on you, taking in your honest reaction.
“Give me your hands. I want to try something before we continue.”
Jimin’s deliberate tone stills your heartbeat. You slowly raise your palms, inches from his waist. The silk strip is soon wound around your wrists, his deft fingers carefully securing the knot just as you begin to tremble. Once he is done, Jimin brings your bound wrists to his chest and slips a finger between your wrist and the fabric to make sure the bond isn’t too tight.
Keeping your bound wrists to his chest, he draws your attention to his face as his lips are pulled into a slow smile. “Tonight, I’m just another guest,” Jimin says to you once he gains your attention, “I am only here to please you, to guide you as your master. Tonight, you are mine to take care of and give pleasure to, but you are to listen to what I say so we can both find pleasure at the end of this session. Is that clear?”
You respond to him with a nod, yet he immediately makes a disapproving noise with his tongue. “From now on, you will respond to me with your words every time I speak to you. Is that clear, angel?”
A whisper of a breath leaves your lips before you finally answer, “Yes, Sir.”
His smile returns. “Now repeat to me. What is your safeword again?”
“Red.”
“Very good. Do you willingly put yourself in my hands tonight?” he asks, while he gently strokes the side of your body with his free hand, lightly digging his fingers into your bare back while his thumb grazes the side of your breast.
“Y-yes, Sir,” you answer with a gasp as he presses down on your skin.
“If you want to slow down, or if you’re not feeling sure about continuing and need a moment to take a breath, you can also use ‘yellow’ to let me know, and I’ll hold back for you. Use ‘red’ only if you want to stop.” Releasing your secured wrists, Jimin tilts your chin up to get you to look at him. “But you must remember that red or stop means everything ends, and I will put our play to a complete stop, and there’s where we end the night. Do you understand?”
You give him a quick nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you trust me?”
With your gaze locked on his, you answer him firmly with, “I do.”
Pleased with your answer, he gently pulls you up from your current position. “Sit on the end of the bed for me, angel.” With one hand on your bound wrists, Jimin holds you steady, while he uses his other hand to help you unfold your legs and let them hang on the side of the bed.
“Easy. Lie down for me.” He bends down with you as he lowers you down to the bed until you are lying on your back.
His gentle hands run down the sides of your body once more as he helps you settle down on top of the silky sheets, taking account of every dent and curve forming your figure. His touch then traces down your thighs, carefully rising them up until your knees are bent and the heels of your feet are resting right on the edge of the mattress. Then he reaches up, palms gripping your hips before pulling you back down a bit closer to the edge of the bed.
“Open your legs for me, angel,” he murmurs, and you easily comply, spreading yourself to expose your bare center. He gives you an appreciative hum as he glides his hands back up, guiding your arms above your head. The tips of your fingers brush against the covers, and he helps you get a grip on the soft fabric before letting you go.
Once he positions himself between your knees, his hands are immediately back on your legs, and they start moving slowly up your thighs. He keeps going upward, tracing his palms up the curve of your hips, to your waist, brushing the sides of your breasts as he continues his way up.
His featherlight touches on your skin have your body trembling, your senses coming alight, warmth surging down south to where you are bare and exposed to his eyes.
But those pretty eyes of his never waver from your face. Not even as he bends forward, covering your body with the length of his until his face is so close to yours.
“Hold on tight and don’t let go,” he whispers close as he slowly moves down until he is kneeling on the floor, his face disappearing between your legs.
He runs his hands back up your thighs. A velvety touch that draws a myriad of sensations through your body. Then his fingers slip down towards your center, sliding right between your thighs to find your mounds. You immediately grow damp as Jimin draws a finger up between your folds. Your body immediately quakes with pent-up desire in response to his touch. Your hips rise, hoping to press down against his touch, only to have him pulling away.
“Jimin,” you gasp.
“Yes, angel?” he coyly asks as he bends down and starts teasing your inner thighs with soft, tickling kisses. It draws soft gasps slipping out of your lips, before your breath is caught in your throat the more he rises closer to your center. His hands move down just then, settling on your spread knees to keep you from writhing off of the bed.
“Touch me, please.”
“Hmmm, I don’t recall ever agreeing to let you give orders, angel,” he gently chastises you, his lips never wavering too far from your skin. “You promised that you are mine tonight, remember? That means you are mine to do with as I wish.”
A soft groan escapes your lips. You cannot help it. You are growing desperate already and his teases keep testing your patience.
“Are you sure you want me to touch you?”
“Yes, please!” you nearly scream. The desperation you feel is clawing at your chest. Unable to move your arms, you clench your hands tightly on the silky sheets the same way you wish you could pull his head towards your pulsing core.
His teeth scrape up your inner thigh, and you finally cry out. But when he doesn’t move any closer to your center, you arch your body upwards, nearly shoving your hips towards his face to chase his lips.
“Hold still,” he gently reprimands you with his grip tightening on your thighs. “You will not move, angel. No matter what I do. Not until I say you can. Do you understand?”
You suck a deep breath and swallow, nodding your head before you remember his command to speak. “Uh, yes. I understand.”
Please.
You swallow back the word that you want so much to say. Even if you have no idea what you are begging him for.
Jimin grabs your hips and yanks your body down towards him, your bottom only lying partly on the bed and your legs hanging in the air as he lifts them upward, knees still bent and raised until your legs are partly folded above you. As if he heard your plea, Jimin dips back down and focuses on your center, his hands moving directly to the place where you need him the most.
Jimin wastes no time. You barely see or hear him move, when suddenly, two fingers plunge deep into your drenched pussy, drawing a scream from your lips. Your hips buck upward, nearly hitting Jimin right in the chin, and he immediately draws his fingers out.
“That is one,” he says, almost sounding pleased, while you are too far gone to make sense of what he is saying.
Jimin cups your chin and guides you to meet his gaze. “Angel? Did you hear me?”
Whining, you shake your head vehemently and whimper, “N-no, Sir. I didn’t.”
Jimin bites back his grin. Your eyes are glazed with lust, yet you can still see the amused look on his face, as if he is enjoying the way you keep defying him so easily.
“That was one,” he repeats himself, “One time you disobeyed me after I specifically told you not to.”
He trails his fingers across your hips while your heart flutters in your chest. “I will count each time you fail to follow my command, and once you reach the count of ten, you will be punished. Do you understand, angel?”
You lick your lips. You know the risk of not following his words and what it may entail, and your heartbeat picks up, only for a different reason other than fear. The promise of punishment shouldn’t excite you so much. Yet it does. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to stay perfectly still, angel. And do not come until I say so. Understand?”
“Okay. I mean, yes. Yes, Sir,” you answer with a small voice, already feeling the effect of his touch as his fingers begin to trail closer and closer to your heat.
Your body grows still, waiting for the touch that takes its sweet time to come. But then he stops. His hands disappear from your skin, and he suddenly dives forward and bites down on your inner thigh, making you gasp as your clit throbs in both pleasure and pain.
Jimin continues, kissing and licking a burning trail towards your mound. A soft growl comes out of him when he tastes your arousal. “Spread your legs wider,” he says, lifting your left leg to rest on his shoulder once you do as he commands.
A single finger slips inside you, entering your warmth. He moves it gently, swirling and pressing against your hot walls, drawing your cries when his touch finds the spot where you are pulsing with pleasure.
You let your head fall back as you begin savouring his touch. To feel the waves of raw pleasure building, rising, and pooling right at your core before they begin to spread all over your body. Yet Jimin never gives you the chance to relish it, as he suddenly draws his finger back out, leaving your hot walls clenching onto nothing.
In desperate need to chase the dwindling pleasure, to feel him inside you again, your hips rise before you realise it happening. A deep chuckle is heard, letting you know that you have messed up.
“How many, angel?”
His voice is soft, yet it still brings shivers down your spine as you breathe out. “T-two.”
“Seems like you’ll need more practice about control,” he hums softly. You open your eyes, your gaze blurry as you watch him licking his finger. A soft whimper slips out of you, then he lowers his hands once more. You feel his fingers trailing down your inner thighs, making their way back to your pulsing center. His lips follow close, replacing his touch as he leaves a brief, teasing kiss on your mound.
“Hmmm,” Jimin hums before returning for more, pressing his lips on your slick folds and licking your arousal, “You taste delicious, angel. Like a drop of bourbon. Sweet, and delectable.”
While he keeps whispering sweet, sultry words, your words slip away from your mind. Every hot breath falling on your skin as he continues trailing his lips on your mound—going across, between, up, and then down—sends goosebumps through your body. Each time, you feel him taking a deep breath, as if soaking in your scent while he continues tasting you, all while murmuring pleasantries to tell you how intoxicating it is to breathe in the heady fragrance from your body.
Your thighs tremble as you struggle to hold back, not wanting to break his rule one more time even when you can feel your body twitching, your hips in desperate need to thrust upward into his lips so he would devour you. You fight so hard that you are beginning to find it hard to catch your breath.
“Please,” you softly beg, “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” Jimin mumbles against your skin.
“Please, Sir.” The desperate whisper comes out with a hoarse voice, and it takes away all of your focus.
Everything that happens next unfolds before you can stop it.
Jimin’s lips hover above your hot center, his warm breath coats the slickness that has been building between your slit. You feel the briefest of a kiss right before a finger slides back in, pushing deep just as his mouth clamps around your clit. Sparks fly underneath your eyelids while your inner walls begin clenching around his finger, and you cannot stop yourself from rocking your hips, following each pulse of pleasure that is brewing inside you as you push to grind your center against his mouth.
Anything you try to do to stop the waves of pleasure from continuing to build fails as Jimin slides two fingers inside you, curling them up against your sweet spot, and you immediately lose every last control you still have.
Your pussy draws tightly around him, and just as you feel the coil loosening and snapping inside you, he bites your inner thigh, hard, just a mere inch away from your pulsing core.
With a cry, your body jolts and arches, and your hips begin rocking in the same rhythm as the pulse rising in your body. Your body rises from the bed once, twice, and right before you cross over the edge at the third rocking, everything stops when Jimin laps the mark he left behind with his bite and pulls back.
“Still counting, angel? Where are we now?”
“I—” You gasp, finding trouble to catch your breath and to focus on his voice. “I can’t—”
“Don’t lie to me, angel. You don’t want me to add your punishment for defying me, do you?”
Sucking a deep breath, you try to count how many times you felt your body rocking against him. “Six, sir. That was six. I—I think.”
Jimin hums. “The numbers seem to be rising. Are you deliberately letting yourself go just to test me? Are you that curious to know what kind of punishment you’re getting if you keep disobeying me?”
You shake your head as you look up at him. “N-no, Sir. I wouldn’t dare.”
With a smirk on his face, Jimin presses his lips on your quivering thigh. “Prove it to me, angel. Try a bit harder to hold back. Remember, you’re not allowed to cum until I allow you to. If you dare cum, we’ll make it twice the count. Is that clear?”
Pressing your lips together, you stop yourself from crying out a protest. Only for another sound to come out of your lips when Jimin dips back down between your legs, and he isn’t using his hands this time to push you over the edge.
Without warning, he dips his tongue deep between your swollen nether lips, searching for your opening. You let out a sharp cry at the invasion but do nothing to move away. The sinful touch of his lips and tongue feels like heaven, it sends your body straight towards the height of pleasure.
Jimin stills your convulsing hips with his hands as he continues to move his tongue in circles, lapping at your pussy like a man with pure hunger. He trails his tongue up your labia, drinking in your essence and tasting every drop of your slickness, before moving back down until he reaches your tight back hole.
The sound of your moans increases, growing more intense the more your excitement grows in you when you feel him rimming the floret. His fingers work your lower lips, right where his mouth has been, which keeps flooding with drops of your arousal. Jimin smiles against your heat, as if he knows that you might explode and come to climax at any given time if he continues like this.
You try to focus on holding still, to stop the telltale of your orgasm from manifesting before you are allowed to make it happen. But Jimin isn’t giving up on testing your limit just yet.
He gives a few more licks before his mouth moves back up, finding your folds, his tongue slipping between your slit to press against your opening. When his tongue finds purchase, his teeth grazing at your clit, he presses a finger at your back entrance and slips a knuckle in. You are too far gone in the erupting pleasure to stop it from unleashing. Your orgasm takes over your body like a massive wave, and you let everything go with a scream.
Tears trail down your cheeks at how intense it feels, your release breaking down the barrier you try so hard to put up. Your back arches up to the ceiling when the wave of your climax comes rushing in, while your entire body quakes with your release.
Jimin kisses your skin with a soft growl, snapping you out of it. You are still struggling to catch your breath when Jimin gently lowers your leg and begins crawling his way up on the bed, covering you with his warmth. Making a sound with his tongue, he takes your bounded hands and carefully loops them around his neck. You open your eyes as he pulls you up against him, taking you with him as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
His arms come wrapping around you as he brings you onto his lap, and you instantly collapse against his chest, turning boneless in his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whisper to him, “I couldn’t—”
Jimin silences you with a gentle kiss on your temple. “That was quite a show, angel.” He begins kissing away your tears. “Quite an intense one.”
You gasp when you realise what has just transpired. The spasms of your unbidden release are surging through you together with your pulsing blood. “I tried—”
“I know,” he coos softly, soothing you, yet there is a glint of knowing in his eyes when he pulls back, his thumb brushing away the remaining tears on your cheeks. “Your body must have grown more sensitive from being stimulated continuously, and I wasn’t making it easy for you knowing that this might be the first time someone else is taking control of your pleasure,” he confesses with a smile on his face that doesn’t show any hint of remorse. “But rules are still rules, angel. You know that.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl,” he says, those simple words light up some fire in your chest. and your mind begins to spin, floating higher just as he carefully lifts you up from his lap.
Needing to have something to grab onto so you can ground yourself, your fingers find the strands of his hair, sinking into them before grasping at them. When Jimin finally releases you, he gently lays you back onto the mattress.
He smiles at you as he unlatches your arms from around his neck, bringing them up over your head again.
“Look at me, angel,” he whispers while looking at you with a deep, smouldering gaze, and you are powerless to look away. “Have you been keeping count of how many times you disobeyed me with that last release? What are we at now?”
Recalling what he says earlier about giving twice the punishment should you let yourself come to climax without his permission, you swallow hard before answering, “That would make it e-eight, Sir?”
“Very good,” he praises you once again, bringing back that same flutter in your chest when he smiles. With gentle movement, he carefully moves you up to the center of the mattress, giving you a brief moment of respite. “Now stay still for a moment. Are your arms hurting? You can lower them for a while as you wait.”
You bite your lips. “Can’t I take the silk tie off?”
Jimin chuckles. “No, angel. You need to keep those hands tied so I know you’ll behave.”
Slowly, you lower your arms to your chest, giving yourself a little break even if your wrists are still tied up together. “They aren’t too tight, are they?” Jimin asks while cupping your cheek. He watches you closely as you try to get comfortable against the silky sheets.
“No, Sir,” you answer after pulling and twisting your hands to test the tension, finding them quite loose, even if the bind will not fall apart if you pull harder.
“Good. Now try to relax and stay still for a moment,” Jimin says as he slowly moves away. “I’m going to prepare everything we need.”
The moment he disappears from view, your curiosity grows. You wish you could see what he is doing, but your position makes it hard for you to look across the room. Unless you want to defy his command and lift your body from the mattress just to get a look at him. After a moment of silence passes, you begin to feel uneasy.
“Jimin?”
“I’m here, angel. I’m not going anywhere far,” he reassures you, as if he knows how vulnerable you are feeling when he is not in sight while you are lying naked and frustrated.
But it doesn’t take long before he returns. You can hear him setting down a few items on the side of the bed and fiddling with them before making his way round to your end of the bed to return to you.
“Move all the way back on the bed, angel. Against the pillows, and keeps your legs apart, knees up.”
Licking your lips, you slowly roll to your side and rise on your hands and knees, before you begin crawling your way up the bed. You can feel his gaze on you as you move, your bare bottom exposed to his eyes, and your arousal still dripping down the top of your thighs. Feeling his gaze on you, your hips instinctively start swaying just to give him a show, even if you are struggling a little with your wrists still bound together.
You feel completely hyperaware of everything as you gingerly position yourself at the top of the bed with your back resting against the pillows. Your skin feels warm under his gaze, and while he isn’t the one touching you, your skin tingles as you gently lift your knees up, keeping them bent as you spread your legs apart for him.
The bed dips as Jimin climbs onto the bed to follow you. His movement is graceful, even as he crawls on the mattress like a predator coming to his prey. The dark look in his eyes distracts you enough to make you miss the item he is carrying in his hands until he kneels back, towering over you with his gaze running down your body.
“Give me your hands.”
You gingerly show him your hands, still tied together at the wrist with the silk slip. With a tug, Jimin releases the bind, freeing your hands together. You draw a gasp as the blood flows through your skin again, drawing a soft chuckle from Jimin as he watches closely at your reaction.
“Don’t look so relieved just yet, angel. I’m taking this off because I have something better to replace it.” He smiles to you, before revealing the bundle in his hand—a lengthy silk rope in the colour of red, almost as thick as the hemp rope you saw on the table earlier. “I wonder if taking away your control completely will help you submit easier. That’s why I brought this over to help us out.”
Swallowing hard, your skin grows warm at the implication of his words, right as he unravels the thick silk rope. Its length seems sufficient enough for him to have it wrapped around all over your body. To have not only your limbs restricted from any movement, but your entire self, taking away your control.
A complete submission.
Your heart races at a thundering pace, realising that Jimin is about to fulfil your wish. You gently move your body, arching your chest and trying to find comfort as he gets closer. A smile flickers on his face as he watches your reactions, and then it fades when he takes your hands in his.
“Did you know that years ago, when this club first opened for business, this room, specifically, had a different name?” Jimin questions you as he untangles the silk rope right before your eyes. “Back then, this room was called the Bondage Room.”
You lick your lips, doing your best to control your breath, to focus on his words, and not fall under the excitement rising inside your chest.
Jimin continues while he gently stretches out the silk rope until it unravels to its full length, “But with other, more discreet, and well-extinguished clubs housing Doms and subs, we didn’t have as much request from them to use this room, except for the regular Doms who have then become our earliest VIP members and would always come back for more. The smaller Play Rooms were being developed at the same time, and these rooms intrigued more people, so we added this special room as one of the optional Play Rooms to make it less”—a grin appears on his face—”imposing.”
“Intriguing,” you whisper with a hum, your voice coming out small. You clear your throat, hoping that your voice is steady when you speak again, “That’s quite an intense name for such a room. But—” You look around the room, only just as much as your position allows you to, and then add, “Well, compared to the rooms I’ve looked up online, I don’t think this room is—”
“Adequate enough to earn its name?” He softly chuckles. “Oh, these furnitures aren’t the only things the club prepared for the room to serve its purpose.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Do they come out of the storage when someone like me, or a client, requests them to? Just like—” You take a deep breath, then release, your eyes flickering to the rope in his hands. “Like these tools and toys we’re using?”
“Oh, they’re all here. They’re always ready to be used,” he muses as he pulls one end of the silk rope with one hand, and uses the other hand to tilt your chin up, drawing your eyes far upwards instead of stopping on his face, “You’re just not seeing them yet.”
You look up, and sure enough, you see them. Up on the ceiling, there are sets of lattices of steel grids and tracks. The muted flecks of light are reflected against hooks and carabiners tethered to thin girders on the corners of the room. You can even see those same hooks hanging right above your head, spread between the tall pillars rising on each corner of the bed which seem strong enough to hold the entire length of silk rope—or the hemp rope that Jimin prepared—should he choose to use them.
“We’re not playing with these hooks yet,” Jimin explains, as if he knows where your mind is running off to. “You’ll get there one day, once you’ve gotten used to it.”
You bite your lips, trying not to get too excited when you hear the implications he is giving you; the chance for more, somewhere in the future.
“Have you, um—” You are not sure how to ask, or if you have any rights to, but your curiosity gets the better of you. “Have you used this room before?”
The smile that Jimin wears on his face deepens. “I was the man they hired to put this room to a test before it was opened for the rest of the guests.”
His answer surprises you, yet it drives your mind spinning, both with anticipation and relief, knowing that you have gotten the perfect partner—the perfect master—to guide you through this whole thing. You immediately start looking at Jimin in a different light when your gaze finds him again, before you are lost in the intensity you see in his eyes when he looks at you.
Jimin lowers his face, holding his gaze on yours as he presses gentle kisses on your fingers, palms, and wrists, soothing the tingles you still feel from the first bind with his lips. His kisses linger right where the silk strip was wrapped around your skin, sending shudders throughout your body.
His gaze, his kisses, and his touch are so enthralling that you cannot look away, distracting you from his other hand as he slowly brings the silk rope around your wrists, starting with one before going to the other.
His fingers are gentle against your skin, and his gaze is soft. He easily takes away any tension you still have in your body when he begins his work. Instead of feeling anxious, you find your body relaxing under his touch, even as your control is being restrained as Jimin ties your wrists together.
Still with his eyes on yours, he finishes and leans down to kiss your wrist again, pressing his lips right on top of the silk rope holding your hands together. Once again, he does the same thing as before, testing the bind and slipping his fingers between the rope and your skin to make sure there is enough space to keep you from getting hurt.
“I need you to tell me everything you are feeling. Everything that goes through your mind. And don’t feel scared to use your safewords anytime you need them. Okay, angel?”
Your breath is heavy when you pull it in, but you still manage to answer, “Yes, Sir. Okay.”
He smiles. “Very good,” he says, as he pulls the tails from the silk rope and lays the rest of the lengths on either side of you.
“How are you now? Comfortable?”
“Yes,” you breathe out. Your voice fades to a soft gasp as his fingers run gently down the column of your throat, before moving up to your chin. His eyes are slightly dark and hazy as he runs his thumb across your lips.
“I’m going to tie you to the bed to stop you from moving and fighting me. Make sure to loosen up your body and relax. Don’t fight me if you don’t want to hurt yourself trying. Understand?”
“Yes. I understand,” you whisper breathlessly. Your voice is nearly drowned under the sound of your thundering heart as you anticipate his next move.
Another gasp slips out of you as Jimin presses a firm grip on your hips and guides you to slide forward. Settling deeper into the silk pillows, you try not to panic when he presses your palms to his lips, one side and then the other, and then stretches your now restrained arms over your head.
Using one hand, he holds you still in position, while he moves his other hand to gather around the silk rope. You feel a tug as he winds the rope around the bars on the headboard, tethering you to the bed frame so that you won’t be able to move your arms anymore.
He brings the rest of the rope down, wrapping it around your arms, down and under your shoulders. Then he winds it above and under your breasts, framing your soft mounds and giving them a bit of tension. You can feel your skin tightening under the bind, your nipples becoming slightly more sensitive as the blood in your veins seems to gather at those gentle peaks, that even a brush of chill air makes them pucker.
“Still green, angel?” Jimin asks you as he pauses briefly, gauging your reaction.
The sound of your pulsing blood makes it hard for you to think for a moment. But then his words sink in, and you try to test the restrain.
Expecting to feel pain and complete stillness, you are surprised to find that aside from the tension on your wrists and the muscles around your shoulders, you can still find comfort. Your arms may not be able to move, but your chest isn’t tight, and your breath isn’t restrained, even if every part of your body and your skin has become more responsive to every sensation being delivered to you.
“Yes,” you answer him as you test around the restraint one last time before settling back down.
“That’s good. Now relax.” Jimin then dips, disappearing from sight for a moment as he moves on the bed. You try to swivel your head and twist so you can see him, but once again, your position obscures you from looking around.
“Jimin—” You start calling his name, only to feel his hand brushing against your ankle. “I’m not leaving you, angel. You can trust me, can’t you?”
Exhaling a sigh, you whisper to him, “I’m sorry for doubting you, Sir.”
You have no idea why you are feeling insecure, to feel anxious whenever he isn’t visible. As if you need his presence to feel calm.
The restraints on your upper body make you feel self-conscious, vulnerable, yet liberating at the same time, knowing that the only thing you need to do is surrender. Only that you are still finding it hard to completely surrender your control when you have spent your entire life taking control.
A soft chuckle comes out of Jimin when he hears you. “Shh…no need to apologise. You are doing very well.”
His praise comes at the same time his gentle fingers begin running down your legs. You see him kneeling between your parted legs when you open your eyes, his fingers drawing circles around your ankles, up to your calves, heading towards your bent knees, yet your bare—and now damp—mound between your thighs becomes his singular focus as he does so. Leaning closer, he makes a humming sound as he appreciates what he sees when he runs his gaze down your body.
“You are beautiful, angel. Every inch, every curve, as if you are perfectly carved for me,” he murmurs as he bends down, pressing a kiss on the inner sides of your knees.
As his fingers continue to travel up your thighs, followed closely by his gentle lips, your hips begin to move on their own, grinding down, searching for friction that can ease the intense pulsing growing between your legs. You dig your heels into the mattress for leverage as your body twists and swivels, while at the same time, anchoring yourself, knowing that he needs you to keep still.
“Please,” you whisper, almost desperately, when you feel his mouth gliding across your skin. “I’m not sure if I can hold still.” Especially when you can almost predict what he is up to, the stimulations he has been giving you are still affecting you that you feel like you have gone off balance and have yet to recover.
All it took was to have one taste of his touch, his kiss, and the raw pleasure that he gave you, and your body is already craving for more.
Tiny spasms arise from your core once more as he kisses a trail down the inside of your thigh, causing your legs to tremble. Jimin smiles against your skin when he notices this. He moves his hands to give your thighs a firm grip when you try to close your legs, pinning his head at the center.
“Are you asking me to bind your legs as well?” he teases you with a sly grin on his face. Keeping one hand on your thigh to keep it still, he moves his other hand up to your center, finding your heat.
A moan slips out of you the moment you feel his touch on your damp center. “I…I don’t know,” you barely manage to answer, unable to think clearly with the way his fingers are gently grazing your folds.
Jimin lets out a soft chuckle and says, “Maybe I should. Just to make sure that you won’t be kicking my face when I get too close. But I’m enjoying the way you are wriggling with every touch. I want to see how you respond to me, so I won’t be restraining your legs just yet.”
You can barely hear any word he says when his kisses continue to trace a burning trail down one thigh, then going back towards your center. His hands slide to your hips, holding you steady as he dips lower. A brief touch of his lips on your folds draws a gasp from you, and then his tongue slips out, lapping briefly between your slick folds as if he wants to have a taste of you.
The sensation he brings to your body makes you cry out, your body begins shaking, your hips almost rising against his hold, yet he quickly withdraws and starts kissing down the other thigh.
“How responsive,” he murmurs. You can hear the tremble in his voice, as if looking at you responding to him is affecting him as well. “So beautiful.”
He pulls back, and you nearly panic when you feel his weight leaving the bed, only to feel it dip on a different side of the mattress. You bite down your sigh of relief knowing that Jimin is still there, but the shuffling sounds you hear next quickly have your curiosity piqued.
“I have something that I think you might enjoy,” he says as he slowly returns to you. “But obviously, I won’t be making things easy for you.”
His gaze flickers with something wicked as he looks down on you. His smile makes you swallow hard, making you wonder what kind of nefarious thoughts he has for you. “Do you remember what was our last count for your punishment, angel?”
You lick your lips as you try to remember through your hazy thoughts. “Um…e-eight?”
“That’s good. A bit too close to your limit, doesn’t it? Try to focus and keep that number in mind,” he says. His words sound cryptic, leaving you to wonder what he is about to do next. “Now, try to relax and stay still.”
Jimin runs one hand down the inside of your thigh, not stopping until he reaches your slick folds, once again touching the center of your heat with his gentle fingers. He slides one finger between your folds, moving it up and down your slit until you can feel your slickness coating him. Then he presses his thumb on your clit, moving it in circles, sending spasms of erotic pleasure through your body and causing you to lift your hips.
Then, all of a sudden, he stops.
With a gasp, you open your eyes, just in time to see him shaking his head while clicking his tongue. “What did I say about moving?”
Whining, you press your hips down to the mattress, trying your best to ignore the pulse fluttering in your core. “I’m sorry,” you moan, “I can’t control myself.”
Jimin hums softly. “Of course, you can, angel. Just follow my words. So how many do we have now?”
You bite your lips, holding back a moan as you feel his fingers pressing at your folds again. It is hard to focus when his touch feels maddeningly good, filling your head with blissful haze.
“N-nine,” you answer with a whisper, biting back the moan threatening to come out of your lips when Jimin presses his finger back into your slit, pressing at your entrance.
“Good job, angel,” he praises you, before pulling his hand away. “Now, remember to focus on your breath.”
You feel another pressure at your mound. A different kind this time. Instead of his finger, you feel a firm, cool piece of rubber or silicon pressing at your entrance.
Is it a vibrator? You wonder as Jimin continues pressing until the toy slides into your pulsing walls.
Grabbing the silk rope hanging between your wrists and the headboard and pressing your heels into the sheets, you try to find leverage to hold on, stopping your body from moving and wriggling against your restraint. The toy continues to slip deeper inside you, pressing against your sweet spot. You feel a different part of the toy resting against your clit once Jimin stops pressing it, while the rest of the length is perfectly buried inside your throbbing walls.
Nothing is happening yet. But your body has grown so sensitive after all of his teasing and his wicked foreplays, the muscles inside your slick pussy have been throbbing after your initial release, already needing more, that even the subtle pressure you feel coming from the toy feels almost too much for you to handle. With a flick of a finger, Jimin makes sure that the toy is settling nicely inside you, drawing a tiny moan from your lips while your body shudders in your restraints.
“Take a deep breath, angel. Slowly,” he gently guides you, his calm voice penetrating through the fog that has been blinding you, making you realise that you have your breath caught in your throat as you relish the peculiar sensation of being filled with a firm toy inside you.
Taking shallow breaths, you continue until your chest no longer feels constricted. With air in your lungs, everything in you seems to wake up, allowing you to relax, and to feel. “That’s perfect. Good job, angel.”
His praises keep coming, and your body keeps reacting to it. Your heart always picks up at his encouraging words, and your skin always grows warm. But more importantly, an unusual sensation rises from within, as if each praise he gives only brings your carnal desire back to life instead of soothing it to calm.
“Are you ready, angel? Remember to control your breath. Remember not to move or lift your hips, just surrender and take everything,” he says, his fingers rubbing at your clit, before gliding up and down your parted folds, feeling the area where you are stretched enough to allow the toy to fill you up.
“And lastly,” he whispers while leaning down over you as his fingers find the tip of the toy, his lips hovering close to your ear when he says, “Remember that you cannot cum until I tell you to.”
Before you can make sense of what he is asking you, you feel a click, and the vibrator starts buzzing to life. Gasping at the sudden rush of pleasure rising inside, you begin crying, yelping, twisting against your restraint, all while whining, “Oh, God. Jimin, I…I don’t think I can—” A gasp comes through you when the vibrator keeps pressing at your sweet spot as it continues vibrating against your pulsing muscles.
Through the haze of your arousal and pleasure, you are somewhat aware of Jimin’s attention. His gaze never strays away from you, as he focuses on your face, watching the slight arch of your body as you respond to the toy’s impact within your hot core, and mostly, to watch as you keep getting pushed towards your limit and fighting to hold it back.
As he watches your legs twitching, he immediately gives a light touch on the toy, pressing it further inside you, before he begins moving the toy as it vibrates inside you.
In and out the toy slips through your walls. Each vibration feels like it’s growing harder each time it is pressed into your depth, while its girth keeps pushing against your slick walls. And then he ends it by pushing it as deep as it can inside you, pushing until there is nowhere else for it to go, and nothing else for you to feel except for the maddening pleasure it is giving you.
There is no helping you against what happens next.
Everything inside you snaps. Your body rocks at the telltale waves of your climax, your hips moving to respond to each pulse of pleasure you feel fluttering inside your core.
Then his gentle fingers move around the toy, finding your swollen clit and giving it a light pinch. Immediately, you are sent right to the edge. And you are ready for it. Ready to embrace your final release, the orgasm that you feel building inside you, ready to take over.
But just when you rise from the mattress to let yourself fall over to bliss, the vibrator suddenly stops, leaving you panting and hanging right on the edge.
You open your eyes when Jimin’s touch disappears from your body. A slick grin on his face when he teases you, “Bad girl. How many does that one make our count, hmmm?”
Your brain feels like a mush that you fail to understand what he means, still annoyed from being denied of your release, until you realise—
“Ah…it’s t-ten.”
Tilting his head, Jimin makes a humming sound that feels like a taunt. “A shame, but that’s already at our limit, isn’t it?”
Slowly, you nod, completely losing your voice this time when the fear of punishment suddenly sinks in.
“Shall we try again?” Jimin asks you, “Should I give you one last chance to avoid punishment?”
You lick your lips and force your body to relax. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you wait until the last spasms of pleasure start to ebb before nodding your head. “Yes, Sir,” you whisper to him as you open your eyes, just in time to see his gaze darkening.
You feel the click rather than hear it, and the vibrator buzzes back to life, sending you an overwhelming feeling of pleasure so intense you find yourself on the verge of pain. Already, you are panting, but you try to control your breath, holding on as much as you can to not let yourself get thrown over the edge.
There is no helping it. You can feel it rising; the telltale of your orgasm coiling at the core, building up faster and harder than before. Yet you are ready for it this time. Taking a deep inhale of breath, you focus on breathing, on the tight clutch of your bind as you pull it downwards, and the way your heels are sinking into the silky sheets.
“You’re doing a good job, angel,” Jimin murmurs as he presses his lips up your inner thigh. He rests one hand on your lower belly, gently pressing down, while you feel his other hand gliding its way up your calve. “Let’s take it another notch and make it fun, shall we?”
The first thing you feel next is a nudge, as Jimin reaches between your legs and gently touches the vibrator. A resounding click is heard before the vibration intensifies. Its sound fills the room, going just as wild as the tremor it spreads through your body.
You let out a cry, which quickly turns into a series of moans as Jimin begins to move the toy in and out of your pussy, sliding it between your throbbing walls to incite various new sensations through your body, while pressing the part which meets your clit to have it nudging against your soft flesh, pushing the waves of pleasure to a whole new level.
“Please, Jimin. I can’t—”
You can almost hear Jimin’s murmur, yet his voice is drowned under the heightening pulse filling your ears. The vibrator continues to move under Jimin’s guidance for a few more thrusts, then you feel him bending over your center. The next thing you feel is the invading toy settling deep inside your hot walls, the push has it pressing against your sweet spot, and the last restraint holding your hips down vanishes as your body arches up.
You are close. So close. Incoherent noises continue coming out of you while your body is engulfed in the waves of pleasure. You are already coming so close to your release, and now you are hanging by a thread with need. “I’m—” you gasp, feeling it coming, the rise of your orgasm becoming uncontrollable, and you are powerless to stop it. “I—”
And then, once again, everything stops.
Right the second your climax is about to take form, the vibrator shuts down, taking away the rising heat, the intense pulses, breaking everything down while leaving you teetering on the edge. You are panting, your chest heaving as you struggle for air, and not too surprised to find your hips rising from the bed, chasing for that final release with slow, steady rocking.
But the moment you meet Jimin’s eyes, his lips forming a sly grin, you quickly realise what just happened.
“That was quite a shame. You were doing so well,” Jimin says with a soothing voice, while his gentle fingers are rubbing your hips as he lowers them back on the bed. “How many does that make our count in total, angel?”
Still gasping for air, and feeling the hum of your denied orgasm lingering in your body, making your skin grow even tighter than before, you find it hard to find your voice. Much less to answer. Then Jimin pulls the vibrator out of you when a gentle tug, causing you to hiss, both at the pressure you feel as it slides against your clenching walls and for the sudden emptiness which follows after.
You can feel your muscles throbbing, contracting, searching for purchase, yet finding nothing to grasp onto.
“Angel? Can you hear me?”
Swallowing a whine, you exhale a shaky breath and answer, “Yes.”
“Hmmm,” Jimin hums as he slowly crawls over you, his body hovering on top of yours, which helps you notice the tremors still rushing down your body. “Do you recall how many we have now?”
You gasp. “Eleven,” you whisper breathlessly as you look into his eyes through the haze of your arousal.
“Quite a good number, but unfortunate that it means we’ve gotten past ten,” he whispers with a teasing grin.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper back, only to have him leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose.
You feel his hand rubbing gently on your waist to soothe you. “Like I said, there’s nothing to apologise for, angel. But you do know what that means, don’t you?”
“Are you going to punish me, Sir?”
“Maybe,” he murmurs, with his gaze moving lower, taking in his work as your chest rises and falls under the restraint of the silk rope, “perhaps we can use this to test how much you can truly endure pain.”
His voice sounds almost like a purr as he says this. His eyes linger on your bare breasts for a moment, marvelling at your skin, the puckered mounds, and your hardening nipples.
“I have something else in mind that I want to try with you,” he says once his gaze finds yours again, “One last thing to try before I make you come. This is something that I very much enjoy, but I need to know if you are down to try it with me.”
“I think I’d like to learn more,” you answer him before biting your bottom lip. You are feeling too many things at once already, and still curious to see what he has in mind. After going through all his previous treatments—his tests—you decide it would only be right to continue and see through the end.
“I’m happy to hear that,” he says, sounding proud and relieved, which tells you that you have made the right call.
You wish nothing more but to please him. It is a peculiar feeling, when your reason to come to this club was to seek pleasure, and yet, you find yourself being the one to feel the need to please your beautiful host.
Just like any other sub would to their Doms.
Jimin moves away from the bed, though not completely out of view. But he takes away the warmth that he made you feel with it.
Your body is still on high alert. The remaining spasms of your unbidden bliss are nothing more but a slow, languid pulse in your body, yet they still show no sign of waning anytime soon. You may not be able to see him from this angle, but the quiet lets you know something is about to happen. The clinking sound of a chain moving that you hear as he returns gives you a hint of what comes next.
Needing something to hold on to, something that can help keep you grounded, you entwine your fingers with one another and clench them.
You try to focus on the sounds again, to steal a glance at what he has prepared for you, but he quickly distracts you with his sinful lips.
Positioning himself once again between your legs, he runs his hands up the curves of your body, his lips quickly following close behind as he trails a soothing kiss on your skin. Starting from your hips, to your waist, and then he brushes his lips across the underside of your breasts, following the stretched line of the silk rope binding you there, before continuing his way up the mounds.
“How lovely,” he murmurs, palming your breasts and squeezing them gently. “And so perfect.”
Your chest is filled with warm flutters as Jimin continues cherishing your bare breasts, stroking and pinching them, before he leans down and begins kissing and licking, sucking and biting, taking his time as he gives equal attention to each side. Shocks of pain and pleasure shoot through your body. His eyes flicker to your face, searching for your eyes as he fastens his mouth around one nipple. He flicks his tongue around the flesh and starts sucking on it until the tender bud turns firm.
Your eyes flutter close at the sensation he is making you feel. And then his mouth leaves your skin, hovering close as he blows softly on the hardened nipple for a brief moment, before a searing pain suddenly consumes you.
Your hips buck at the rush of pain, rising from the bed, and you scream as the sensation tears through your body, feeling it going straight down to your pussy. Your eyes fly open and you gaze down, noticing the small clamp attached to your nipple, glimmering in gold under the dim lighting falling over your body.
You bite your tongue when a specific word is threatening to slip out of you. But you force yourself to focus, finding a different word that won’t immediately stop everything, yet would be enough to give you a moment to process this pain.
“Yellow!” you gasp as you try to find purchase by tugging at your restrained wrists. “Oh my God, yellow. Please.”
“Sshh, it’s okay, angel. We’ll slow down,” Jimin whispers to you in a soothing voice. His gentle fingers run down your torso, tracing your skin in a way to soothe you, to distract you from the pain.
Slowly, your cries turn into soft gasps as you try your best to calm down. In reality, you are too overwhelmed with everything; the pain as the clamp bites tightly at your nipple; the shocking pain that is slowly shifting into pleasure as it reaches the depth of your core; and the way your body is humming in response to the myriad of sensations happening all at once.
Jimin slides his hand down between your legs, distracting you from the pain as his fingers slip between your slick folds. You feel him pressing at your entrance, before the tip of his finger pushes forward, teasing you with a touch, only for him to pull back. With his lips hovering over the clamp, Jimin blows slowly at your skin before he crawls up and brushes his lips under your ear.
“Breathe, angel. I’ve chosen the smallest clamp and have it on the lightest setting. I have to attach the other one before we continue so you need to relax.”
You begin to shake your head violently, your arms pulling at the silk binding you to the bed. “No, not yet. Yellow. Please. Just—just one moment.”
A deep sigh escapes him as Jimin rises above you. Propping himself on his elbow, he looks into your eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks you with a small smile. “Let me try this one. We’ll get it over with and have both of them on, and if you are still at yellow, I will remove the clamps, will that be okay?”
“Y-yes, I think so,” you whisper as you try to make up your mind.
“We need to be sure, angel.”
You bite your lips, feeling conflicted. You can barely breathe. Your nipple is throbbing under the clamp, yet your clit is pulsing with the same cadence. It feels maddeningly good, and at the same time, confusing.
How could this much pain push you so close to the edge of ecstasy?
But the more you feel it, the more it is making you curious to see what comes next. So you welcome this new sensation, believing that there is pure ecstasy at the end.
And because you trust Jimin with everything you have.
You lift your gaze to Jimin, finding calmness under the heat of his gaze while his hands are moving on your skin in calming circles. The pain is still there, slowly growing dull as Jimin continues to distract you with his touch. And there is also your desire to try everything all at once tonight. To experience everything that he has to offer while you have the chance to delve into it.
With a deep exhale of sigh, you nod your head to Jimin. “Okay, yeah. I’m ready.”
“What a brave girl,” he whispers, and he immediately slips his finger into your pussy. Your muscles spasm around his finger, welcoming him and the delightful sensation that comes with it.
The combination of pain and pleasure nearly overwhelms you. You moan softly while pressing your hips on the mattress to hold back from rocking into Jimin’s hand, to do anything to release the intense pressure gathering inside you. Your toes curl against the sheets when Jimin’s firm lips capture your free nipple, sucking and licking and biting, teasing your soft bud until it grows just as firm as the other.
His fingers join his mouth soon after. Then he starts pinching lightly as his mouth comes off your skin. Seconds later, pain explodes over the sensitive nerve endings as the second clamp clutches on.
This time, though, the pleasure from the steady thrusts of his fingers, combined with the press of his lips on your skin as he trails kisses around your soft flesh and up towards the column of your throat, are helping to distract you from the pain that you are starting to embrace it.
Jimin covers you with his body while you are still processing this. Warm, bare skin and firm muscle are pressed against yours, with his upper chest hovering over the clamps. The small, thin chain connecting the clamps together lay between your breasts. It feels icy cold as the chain digs into your skin under his weight. But his warmth feels so soothing, and you wrap your legs around Jimin’s waist to welcome him in an embrace, desperate to feel him.
All of him.
He makes no move, other than the hands that are still working to light up your senses, and waits until your eyes are wide open before he speaks.
“Still yellow?”
“Nnhn—”
Jimin’s chest rumbles with his low chuckle. “Talk to me, angel,” he murmurs, bending down to kiss the tip of your nose, then your chin. “Are you still against the clamp?”
You try to wiggle beneath him, still feeling his fingers buried between your legs, still moving in circles between your folds, between pressing at your entrance and moving around the clit. The pleasure it brings is the only thing your brain can process for now, while the pain seems suppressed, with a constant feeling of a dull ache throbbing with each pulse of your blood rising under his touch.
“The pain,” you whisper with a gasp, “It’s grown a bit dull.”
“Hmmm, does that mean it’s back to green?”
“Yes. I—” Another gasp slips out of you when his fingers return, sliding back into your pussy. Your upper body arches in response and the shot of pleasure snaps the pain on your breasts back in place, which only makes the throbbing in your core intensify. “Oh, I feel weird.”
“It’s only natural, and I’m helping to distract you from the pain, which should help get your mind away from the pain. Don’t you think this helps?” he asks as he pushes his fingers deeper inside you.
“Mmmh—” you moan, unable to form words. “Yes, it does.” You let out a sigh when he presses against the right spots. “It feels good.”
He makes a soft hum. “I bet it does. But we can’t let you have it all just yet, can we?” Jimin teases you with a small grin, “We haven’t gone through your punishments yet.”
Hearing this has you widening your eyes. “But I thought—”
“That the clamps are your punishment?” he asks you with a playful chuckle. “No, angel. This is a part of the play. It’s meant to show you how closely linked together pain and pleasure truly are, and that pain can sometimes show you the immense pleasure that can come with it.”
Your mouth falls open for a brief moment, surprised, but you can quickly understand what he meant when you can feel it; the throbbing pleasure inside your legs that comes in tune with the pulsing pain.
“Oh. I see.”
Jimin’s smile widens. “Shall we continue?”
Licking your lips, you hold Jimin’s gaze as you nod your head. “Yes, please.”
“We counted until eleven, was it? What do you say about one spanking of that lovely bottom to each violation you made?”
Your breath hitches, but a whisper still manages to slip out of your lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Pulling back a few inches away from you, Jimin frees himself from your legs and pulls his fingers out of your heat. You watch him licking his fingers, humming at your taste, before he begins to run his hands down your body. Avoiding your tense breasts and the clamps attached to the peaks, he trails down your waist with his fingers, then your hips, before pulling back his hand as he continues to gently feel your thighs, still bent and trembling at the knees.
“This time, I really do think it would be better to bind your legs. Ready?” Jimin asks you as he slowly pushes the back of your thighs, coaxing you to lift your legs further upward.
You hold back the urge to fight against it, choosing to watch what he is about to do next as he presses your folded legs almost to your chest with one hand and uses the other to reach and lift the tail end of the silk rope binding you to the bed.
You watch his fingers closely as they work on the rope, and Jimin, realising that you are watching him cautiously, immediately begins to explain, “I’m not going to tie you up too tightly, just getting your pretty legs out of the way.”
His reassurance helps release all the tension in your body. You try to relax against the pillows, just as much as your bind allows you to, before whispering, “Okay.”
Jimin presses your thighs down to keep your legs folded. With gentle hands, Jimin works the silk rope around your legs. He starts by winding one end of the rope around your left thigh, going under and around your folded knee until your leg is tethered to your upper body with your feet dangling over you. He continues to do the same to your right leg, the fabric holding it up the same way as the other.
This should feel awkward, especially when you are made to settle in an odd angle such as this. Yet as you follow his words, making sure to loosen up your muscles instead of straining them and soon find that the bind only makes you feel snug and safe as it settles on your skin.
And the way Jimin works the rope around your body is mesmerising to watch. A part of you wishes that you could watch everything from a different angle so you could appreciate his work, while another part of you is beginning to feel the daunting realisation of your vulnerability now with both your arms and legs bound.
With your feet no longer pressing against the mattress, you have lost the leverage you had to retain any semblance of control. Right now, you feel like you are floating, with many different sensations flowing through your body that you can feel everything all at once; the dull ache spreading through your breasts, the constant pulse building from your now exposed center, and the way his light fingers are hitting every nerve ending in your body once he is done, as he runs his hands down your legs, your thighs, your hips, before stopping there.
“You are a marvellous sight to look at, angel,” Jimin murmurs softly as he gently runs his palms down your thighs. “I wish I could take a picture of you right now so I can keep this moment in my memory forever.”
Your breath hitches. His praise tastes like honey, while his words are like a spell sending you floating higher in bliss. So high, that you barely notice the move of his fingers as he secures your ankles with the rest of the silk that is wrapped around your upper thighs. Once your legs are perfectly folded above you, spread wide enough for him to slip between them but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable to the point of pain, his work is complete.
“Perfect,” he says as he sits back, marvelling at his work. Marvelling at you. “Absolutely perfect.”
His fingers trail down your inner thigh. You are not ticklish by any means, but his light touch keeps sending tremors all through your body that you cannot control. At the same time, the delicious ache in your arms and the helpless feeling of not being able to move seem to give you a new thrill, and you become hyperaware of the way his fingers dance on your skin, how his palms are grazing gently down the curves of your hips.
You pull at the silk that binds your hands as he traces his palms down your bottom cheeks, now lifted slightly from the bed with the way your body is folded. He rubs his palms gently on your skin for a moment, then he looks up, finding your eyes. Holding his gaze on yours, he makes it so you cannot look away by giving you a sweet smile, keeping your attention locked on him as he pulls one hand back and lands it back on your skin with a hard slap.
A gasp is drawn out of you when you feel the sting. Tears fill your eyes, yet left with no chance to spill when Jimin immediately rubs his palm against the tender skin, soothing the pain away. “Make sure to keep count, angel. How many was that?”
“Hmmm,” your voice fades to a moan as the dull ache once again lights up the pulsing desire between your legs, “O-one, Sir.”
“And how many are we supposed to have?”
With a low groan, you answer faintly, “Eleven, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he says, as he continues rubbing his palm on your skin, taking the pain away. “Now keep counting. Make sure I can hear your voice so I won’t make a mistake and give you more than what I’m supposed to.”
Fear grips your chest at the thought of Jimin adding more spanking as punishment, to add more pain, so you quickly nod your head, just in time for his hand to land on the other cheek for another hard slap. “Oh, God—” you gasp, before mustering some will to call out, “T-two.”
Again, Jimin rubs his palm on the stinging pain, soothing it until it becomes dull. Then, while you are getting distracted by his touch, his other hand returns, slapping the underside of your thigh. “Three—” you call out with a gasp, which quickly turns to a small moan when he rubs the pain away.
“You’re doing good, angel,” he whispers, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice when your body trembles at how close to your center his fingers are each time he rubs across your skin.
Another slap lands on the other thigh, right at the skin where your plump bottom meets your thigh. Your hips twitch at the sting, and you are too powerless to stop it. Neither are you capable of stopping the heat oozing from your pussy as the pain from his punishment throbs, sending a rapid pulse right to your core.
“Four,” you cry out, almost breathlessly, before you sigh at the soothing touch that follows next.
He repeats the pattern for the next couple of blows, switching from one side to the other, hitting the tender skin of your bottom, before he then moves to the apex of your thighs, always closing in towards your pulsing pussy. And never once do you fail to count his strikes.
“Five…six…seven…”
The sounds of his palm slapping on your skin bounce against the walls, always followed by the sounds of cries, gasps, and moans when his next touches soothe the burning pain on your skin into dull aches.
“Eight…Nine…”
At this point, your voice has become so hoarse, both from crying and gasping so much, that the sound of your counts keeps fading into whispers. You can barely feel the pain from his strikes, when something else has risen stronger in its place. Jimin lays another strike. The sound rings in your head, but instead of crying in pain, you simply let out a strangled moan.
“Ten,” you count with a sigh, amazed at how the throbbing on your punished skin seems to melt together with the dull ache on your breasts.
Jimin smiles, yet says nothing. Not even to warn you before a hard slap lands at your center, right at your slick folds. Your body twitches with the sharp pain, yet pleasure begins scorching through your body soon after. The overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure goes straight into the deepest part of your pussy that you nearly climax right there and then.
Jimin slips a finger inside you, soothing the shock from his touch with gentle strokes. In and out he moves his finger, and you buck in his grip to feel more. To gain more. Only to have his voice snapping you back from the blissful fog.
“How many was that, angel?”
“Eleven,” you find yourself crying, although your voice suspiciously sounds like a mewl. “That’s eleven, Sir.”
You let out another, louder moan as Jimin sips his finger out of you and slides his hands underneath your body, cupping your bare and tender bottom and holding you firmly over the mattress. “Open your eyes for me. Let me look at you,” Jimin says, making you realise too late that you have your eyes closed.
There is a smile on his face when you slowly open your eyes. His own eyes light up with pride.
“You took your punishment like a good girl,” he gently says. His praise makes you feel warm inside, your heart swelling with pure joy which you cannot possibly explain. Your body is humming with need, intensified by the gentle touch he gives on your tender skin. “I surmise you deserve a reward for doing such a good job, don’t you think?”
“Mmmm, yes. Yes, Sir. Please,” you whine and beg while your body rocks into his palms, wishing that you could go further, closer to his hot body, to be able to feel his desire pressing on your body.
The need to feel him draws a soft mewl from your lips when you feel Jimin leaning over you, his body positioned between your spread thighs, your bound legs becoming the only things left keeping him from completely covering your body with his.
“I want to see you come. To feel you when you succumb to pleasure,” he murmurs, his voice sounding close, and you can feel his warm breath against your lips when he speaks, “How should I do it, I wonder?”
Your eyes flicker to his lips just as he does the same to yours. Licking your lips, you hold back your breath. Realising that Jimin is close enough to kiss, you anticipate him claiming your lips the same way he has been claiming your body. You take a sharp inhale of breath when he leans closer, so close you can almost feel his lips touching yours.
And then you feel it, his lips brushing against yours. A gentle, barely-there graze. You pull at your restraint to arch upward, meeting him for that kiss. Only for him to suddenly stop.
Coming still, Jimin jerks his head back and shakes it, as if he hadn’t been conscious in his leaning into kissing your lips, and the brief touch of your lips on his immediately snaps him out of it. But he doesn’t pull his hand away from the soft, tender skin of your hips. His fingers glide upward, slowly, until you feel them gliding over your slit.
A soft moan slips from your lips, your eyes staying on his lips, still longing to taste him even when he is giving you pleasure with his hand to keep your mind off of it.
“Eyes on me, angel,” he commands and you obey without thinking, still lost under his spell to do everything that he desires.
He holds your gaze as he screws one finger into you. It immediately draws a whimper from your lips. Not out of pain, but out of sheer need.
You writhe against the bind holding your wrists together, resisting the urge to grind down and take his finger deeper. Biting your tongue, you focus on the delightful way he is filling you, touching you, teasing you by pushing you close to the edge yet slowing down before you can get there.
Jimin leans his head down until you are connected temple to temple and whispers softly, “Are you okay, angel? You’ve been rather quiet.”
Something about him checking on you brings up the flutterings in your belly that have nothing to do with the raw desire you are feeling from his touch.
Everything about him seems to be in contrast with one another. His voice that doesn’t always reflect in his touches, when one becomes gentle while he is firm with the other. Also with his caring way in making sure that you are completely in this moment while he makes you burn from the inside out. And the effect is immediate, as you feel that heat rippling deeply inside you, pushing forward to have it released.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, and he presses his thumb roughly on your clit, once again stealing your words.
Jimin tilts his head and laughs softly. “Yeah—what?”
Swallowing hard, you struggle to find your voice. “Yes, I’m okay,” you answer with a soft whimper, “Sir.”
A smile grows on his face. “That’s good to hear.” He shifts and wedges a second finger inside you.
He begins moving them in and out, curling them like scissors, gliding back and forth between your pulsing walls. You buck your hips, nearly rising from the bed as you rock together with his thrusts.
“Oh, God,” you moan softly as the pleasure rocks violently through your body. “Please, I need to come!”
“Not yet, angel,” he nearly barks his command with how firm his tone of voice sounds to you.
The chain between your breasts is lifted, and he pulls at it just enough to give pressure against your sensitive nipples. Whatever force connected the ache on your nipples to the heat in your pussy shatters you from the inside out. You feel like you are hanging by a thread, your blood flowing hot through every part of your body, pushing against the clamps, the bind, and the muscles contracting in your pussy.
“Come now, angel,” Jimin commands firmly. With one more tug on the chain, he pulls until the clamps detach themselves from your hard nipples, and that’s when you come apart.
Jimin’s name comes out of your lips in your cry of pleasure. Your body strains against the silk that holds you securely as you come in a blinding climax.
For that moment, you are lost. You are no longer in the room with various instruments meant to fulfil anyone’s darkest fantasies. You are no longer bound to the bed, to yourself, and instead floating in a dark space that makes you think you are suspended way above the bed, your silk bonds connected not to the bars on the bed’s headrest, but to the ceiling.
It takes a few moments before your mind begins to clear, and you find yourself plunging back down to the room before you get to feel everything again; the bind wrapped all over your body, the bed, and Jimin’s warmth.
But you are still high in bliss, still drowned in the waves of your pleasure that you aren’t conscious enough of the movement happening nearby. Needing to pull you back to the present, Jimin rubs your arms, then brushes his lips gently on the tip of your nose, your chin, and then your face, while crooning, “______, come back to me.”
His voice fades in and out, drowned by the sound of your pulsing blood. But his touch draws you out of your fog until you slowly open your eyes. “Are you with me, angel?”
It takes a moment for him to succeed in bringing you back completely, with his kisses pulling you back to him while making you wish even harder that he would kiss your lips before he continues.
“Y-yes, I’m here,” you whisper, still breathless. Your chest is tight with how rapidly your heart is beating in your chest. “What”—a gasp slips out of you—”God, what was that?”
“That was what we call being in a headspace. It’s common to happen once a sub surrenders completely and allows the pleasure to take over.”
Blinking your eyes rapidly, you recall reading such a thing during your research. You never knew that it would be possible for you to feel anything like it. But now that you’ve experienced something so intense, you cannot imagine ever thinking that anything else would ever be enough.
Jimin positions himself between your spread legs, his hips resting against your center and his lips hovering on top of yours, once again promising you the kiss that never comes.
“You responded so well to the clamps, beautiful. So well,” he murmurs against your lips, almost trembling with excitement. “There is so much I want to show and introduce you to, but so little time.” He continues to murmur as he moves to kiss the tears that you don’t realise falling down your cheeks. “Do you want more?”
Your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel his desire poking against your folds, letting you know that he has yet to gain his fill. “Y-yes. But I don’t think I can.”
“Will you let me try?” Jimin carefully asks you as he caresses your shoulders, his fingers finding the strands of your hair that have grown messy and tangled.
Drained, yet still feeling the desire to feel him inside you, you give him a vague sound of agreement as you nod. With his fingers, Jimin tugs at the silk binding your legs, releasing them so he can lower them back to the bed. He spreads your knees, his gentle palms pressing on your inner thighs to keep you spread open for him. Still riding the high of your orgasm, your body jerks as he slips a finger inside of you.
A soft mewl escapes you as you feel the spasms inside your pussy once again, pushing around his digit this time as he slides in deeper. You almost cry yellow, but then he leans down, and finally, begins pressing his lips on yours to wipe away any apprehension you feel about going forward.
His lips are gentle, and his kiss melts you from the inside and out, drowning the sounds you are making as the kiss draws a different kind of sensation out of your body. With one hand moving in and out of your hot walls, and the other holding you firmly at your hip, you feel like you are going to explode for another reason but the intense pleasure he has promised to give.
“More,” you breathe against his lips when he releases you from the kiss, his fingers leaving your heat to let you feel your hot walls clenching into nothing. “I need you. Please.”
“I’m here,” he simply whispers. And then his mouth is on yours once again, with his hand tangled in your hair. His body moulds into you as he covers you with his warmth, his hard cock pressing in the notch between your legs.
“Is this what you want?” The head of his cock prods your entrance and you let out a mewl, unable to hold back any sound as the need to have him inside you becomes so intense.
“Yes, Sir,” you gasp when he rocks his hips and applies a little more pressure.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He pushes some strands of stray hair away from your eyes, then gazes down with an intensity in his eyes which heats you up from within.
Your mouth falls open as he gently eases his way inside, parting you with his thickness. “Yes,” you manage to answer breathlessly.
“Good. Now take a deep breath, and remember not to cum until I tell you to,” he murmurs, taking your hips with both hands and tipping you upwards to the right angle. Perfect enough to take him without straining you from your restraint too much.
Then, with nothing more but the sound of his soft moan, Jimin drives in deep. So deep that you can barely catch your breath as he fills you. As he moves, he starts kissing you again, his tongue fucking your mouth with the same rhythm as his thick cock.
With a gasp, you welcome the pleasure that comes, while almost wishing that you have some free rein to move on your own instead of being under his control.
Because you cannot get enough.
You nip his lips, kissing back with all you’ve got, even to the knowledge that he is for sure going to punish you later for trying to top his dominance. But you need this like you need air to breathe. Like you need water to drink. So you drink him as a whole by kissing him back just as roughly. Passionately. Until a sound comes from his throat and his hips buck forward to push roughly into you.
Your eyes roll back with every thrust. You are half gone with delirium. Almost to a point where you can barely remember your name.
Jimin’s lids droop as he owns his pleasure, embracing it while giving it to you. His fingers tighten to a bruising strength around your hips as he goes faster, pumping harder, rocking every inch of your being while shaking the whole bed with the pace of his fucking.
He pulls you up until your body is half lifted from the bed, and keeps thrusting into you, holding your hips and sinking so deep you start feeling him everywhere.
He sweeps you against him as he claims your mouth with a kiss so fierce it intensifies the heat in your body, nearly sending you over the edge before you are allowed to.
But it really shouldn’t be hard for Jimin to send you to another climax in the first place. Your body has grown overly sensitive that each thrust he gives you keeps sending you straight towards the edge.
So you do your best to hold on. To follow his command. To hold back before he gives you permission to release it. Until it finally comes.
But it never comes.
Instead, he holds back, coming to a pause as he pulls your body to his chest. You can feel that he has yet to find release even while he keeps giving you pleasure, and from the tremble you feel coming out of his chest, you know that he needs it. But instead of chasing it, he pulls out of you and flips you over. Making you face the headboard as he pulls your hips back and enters you from behind.
In this position, he drives even deeper. His hips snap and thrust, throwing you forward with his force. The bind around your hands is now twisted and tightens fiercely around your wrists. You use it to pull yourself and brace your arms forward, holding onto the headrest to keep from flying into the wall. His hold on your waist might be strong, but the force of his thrusts against your body while you are bound and helpless makes you feel like you are flying.
As if your body is defying gravity.
“Jimin—” His name slips from your lips with a gasp. The words you wish to say to him hang at the tip of your tongue, yet your mind is too muddled to figure out what you want to say to him. Because it feels too much; the pleasure, the intense way he is claiming your body. But at the same time, you wish to beg him to let you find your release. To have more.
“More…” You start begging him, “Harder.”
Jimin grips one side of your hips and grabs a fistful of your hair as he slams into you. The moan that comes out of your mouth is sharp and sudden, drawn by the feeling of him filling you with his hard length.
You feel him leaning down against your back, his lips brushing at your ear with rushed breaths coming out of him. The hand that settles on your hip moves lower, finding your center before the tips of his fingers find your swollen clit. The touch is brief, yet it sends sparks of lightning under your eyelids when the pleasure peaks.
“Is this what you need, angel?” Jimin asks you between his thrusts without missing his steady rhythm.
“Yes,” you cry out, “Yes, Sir!”
Seeing—and feeling— the way your body welcomes him, Jimin repeats the action and presses against your clit, rubbing it in circles. You shudder as he fills you, as his thrusts continue relentlessly, and the satisfaction he brings sends your body almost to its limit. He gives four quick pumps, then another hard, deep one, pushing at the right spots, and you feel the telltale of your orgasm teasing at the seam.
Jimin releases your hair and palms your hips to drill deeper, his hips keep smacking against your bottom as he pumps in and out.
You hang your head and let out a whimper. The need to savour this raw pleasure has grown so strong, but your body has gone through multiple climaxes that you are not sure if you can last much longer.
The pleasure grows intense, making you dizzy with lust, with raw desire. It comes with a shudder that Jimin relishes as he reaches down, pressing his thumb at your rear opening until you feel him slipping in. A sharp cry slips out of your throat, to the point that you are nearly choking when each firm thrust he gives keeps pushing the air out of your chest.
“Not yet,” he warns with a growl when he feels the spasm of your climax building up.
“Please. Oh God, please, Jimin,” you find yourself begging, though your mind is muddled with the need for release that you are not even completely aware of the words that keep shamelessly spilling out of your lips with your desperate plea. “Please, more. Harder. Please, Sir. Oh, God—I need to come.”
Jimin’s thrusts grow more erratic, yet he is still going hard. “Not yet, angel,” he says with a strained voice, almost as if he is speaking with his jaw clenched tight.
He slams into you, hard, nearly pushing you forward. You are not sure if you can keep your arms up for much longer. The numbness keeps growing as your body continues getting ravished. He seems to notice you losing balance, because he pulls his hand away from your rear and smoothly wraps one strong arm around your waist to help hold you up instead of falling face-first into the pillows. This brings him closer to you, his bare chest pressing to your back, and the thrusts feel deeper even without as much force.
It feels so good, it makes you even more delirious. You feel as if you are soaring, as the rightness of being taken completely by him brings you to a new level of pleasure. You have already found how easy it is to be vulnerable with him, to let down your barriers and let him lead, so you can easily give your pleasure to him.
A curse slips out of his lips as his grip on you tightens further. His breath becomes heavier, you can hear and feel it with each in and out. You can feel his thighs shaking against yours, showing you that you are not the only one hanging on the edge of release.
He lets out a deep groan and thrusts deeply, moving in and out, in and up, almost lifting you from the bed, your knees rising with the force of his lovemaking. He pulls you up and back against his chest as he straightens back up and taps your clit with his fingers in rapid succession.
And this almost does you in. With a gasp, you cry out to him, “N-no, I can’t—I can’t hold on.”
To your relief, Jimin whispers to your ear, “Ready to come, angel?”
He moves his hand up from your waist to cup your breast. His fingers find your nipple and pinch, bringing back the pain which the clamps had ignited on your skin, while he presses hard against your clit to set you off.
You arch at the mix of pain and pleasure. Thrusting your breasts onto his hand, a hoarse cry escapes your lips. “J-jimin,” you call his name with a gasp.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “Take it, angel. Take it all.”
He groans as he bites out his command, “Let yourself go, angel. Let me feel you come around my cock.”
With his words, you let go.
You let out another cry as your inner muscles begin spasming intensely with the wave of your orgasm. You nearly flip backwards, your head hitting his shoulder as your body convulses in your climax. Your pussy clamps down on his cock, squeezing and pulsing around his thick length.
“That’s it, angel,” Jimin murmurs in your ear. “Your pussy feels so good around me.”
He nuzzles your neck, pressing kisses there. Beyond the blissful fog, and the stars filling your eyelids, you can still feel him; rocking gently from behind you, prolonging the waves of pleasure rushing through your body while he waits for you to ride out your high.
His cock is still rock hard inside you, rubbing your insides in a delicate manner which feels intoxicating, thrilling, and overwhelming at the same time.
“How are you, angel? Still with me?” he whispers to you while you are still riding your high, still rocking your hips against his, savouring the delectable hum of your orgasm with him buried inside you. He keeps giving you slow, languid thrusts while he waits for your response.
“Hmmm—yes…”
Jimin lets out a chuckle as he leans down, taking your ear between his teeth for a light bite. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?”
Your hips jerk when he pushes deeper into your tight walls, his hard cock pressing into your heat. “But it’s too much,” you gasp, your body growing rigid with how sensitive you have become.
“Just one more, angel. Give me one more,” Jimin murmurs against your skin as he begins rocking his hips again, stirring back the pleasure that has yet to come down completely, dulling the ache and the soreness when your body easily complies, quickly adjusting to this new high. “You can do it. I know you can.”
It feels delicious. Delectable. Too much and not enough at once. You are flying so flipping high, drunk in pleasure, drunk on him, on every drop of need and desire that he has somehow woken in your body and soul.
“Fuck, yes. Arch that back for me, angel.” He drags a palm down your spine and lays a light slap on the side of your bottom cheek.
And you arch for him, doing it just as he asks of you.
His breath grows heavy. His movements start getting jerky, and a bit too rough. Not for your pussy, as the pulse of desire only seems to be getting stronger, but for your back and shoulders, your body getting drained and used up from all the strenuous movements.
Before you can say anything about it, Jimin shifts, leaning forward and laying his torso over your back. He reaches forward, bracing one hand on the bars right next to where your hand is keeping a tight grip to hold on. His other hand moves back to your breast, pinching your nipple, rolling it between his fingers and tugging just like he did with the other.
Moans after moans keep slipping out of you. He sees this as a sign that you are high in pleasure instead of pain, so he strokes his hand down the plane of your stomach and finds your clit again.
A shudder rocks through your body, and he bites your ear right before that shudder turns into something more. “Not until I tell you, angel.”
With a gasp, everything stops. You fall quiet and listen. You have learned to wait, to follow his pace as he comes almost to a complete pause to let the spasms of your climax fade.
“Do you understand? You don’t come until I say you do.”
His voice in your ear seems deeper, and it flips some kind of switch in you. Your pussy contracts, but not enough to push you over to the edge. Your toes are curling beneath you, feeling the anticipation strengthening the pleasure that keeps building, and building.
Jimin pulls you back and suddenly flips you over. You are now facing him, with your back down on the bed, yet your hips are lifted until they are resting over his thighs as he enters you again.
“I want to look at your face when you come for one last time,” he says, as he curls his hands around the tops of your thighs, wrapping them around to grip your ass and pulling you back and forth over his cock.
You find yourself back in a state of delirium, feeling ecstatic with the way he is handling you with his skilled hands. You know better than to fight it, realising that this is what you need. So you simply submit to the sensations building inside you, letting go of any inhibitions left in you so you can take everything that Jimin is giving you.
“That’s it. Look at me, baby. Just like that.”
You are feeling euphoric with intense pleasure, but it doesn’t stop you from basking in the heat of his gaze. He moves his fingers around your clit in circles, then switches, as he slides his hand under your ass and parts your cheeks. When you feel him tapping your pucker rim with a finger, you are completely lost.
“Now, angel. Come for me.”
The guttural tone of his voice sounds just as urgent as the desire peaking through your body. For the last time, you shatter completely, your hips snapping up and down as the release uncoils faster than a whip snapping in the wind.
The wave of your orgasm hits you intensely, stronger and bigger than the last. You let out a scream, the sound coming louder as he squeezes your nipples, hard, bringing back the same pain that he caused you with the clamps, only with his hands, all while he keeps pushing and rubbing his cock hard inside you.
While you shatter in pieces in your release, Jimin puts you back together when you feel him pulsing inside you. With a strangled gasp and a rough groan, Jimin succumbs to his release. You feel his warmth filling you up, some drops of his cum escaping with each slow thrust he is giving you before he finally comes to a complete halt.
“Marvellous,” Jimin murmurs, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he tries to catch his breath. “You are marvellous, angel. Way better than I could ever imagine.”
Then his lips find yours again, taking you in a deep, lingering kiss. It makes you forget for a moment where you are, and that you are still bound to the bed—to him—when the heat in your body sizzles to warm. Right at that moment, as your tongue dances against his, you finally understand the reason why Jimin had tried his best to avoid kissing your lips at the beginning of your playtime.
The kiss feels sensual, too intimate, that you melt into him for a reason which has nothing to do with the intense play he had just introduced you to.
It feels too intimate for a kiss to be shared in a place like this.
And yet you do nothing to stop it. Instead, you let him pull you tighter into his chest as he kisses you deeper, until the bind, the club, and everything else around you cease to matter.
You feel drowsy, tired and spent, yet filled with content, that you can feel yourself slowly falling asleep.
It doesn’t help that Jimin’s soothing touch keeps making your body feel more lax, that you wish for nothing more than to lie back down on the bed. Sweats and other essences left behind on those fancy silk sheets from your playtime be damn.
But you also have no wish to pull away from his warmth that feels so comforting, enveloping you in a way that makes you want to curl up and doze off until you are ready to step away from this invisible bubble of yours.
Right now, you just want to savour this moment. Because this…
This is why you keep coming back, searching for such pleasure by opening yourself up to your darkest desire.
It’s the calm that comes after the heated moment that you just shared with a partner who desired the same thing you did by coming to this place. A place where your reality no longer matters. The contentment and peacefulness that come over you once the heat slowly subsides.
This is when your mind clears. When your mind can rationalise everything that has been going on in your life without your anxiety blinding you. When you can stop feeling as if you have no control over your life.
Submitting control to someone else’s hands is never meant to make you feel powerless. It’s always meant to be the opposite, as even in complete submission, when you are met with the right Dom as your partner, you are the one to hold the control. And there is nothing more fulfilling than finding pleasure at the end as your reward. To feel even more powerful when you can finally take back your control when your playtime is over.
That was the very reason why you requested to have this kind of treatment for this session. What started as a deep curiosity about the dynamic has grown into a desire which you secretly harboured to experience. And after weeks of having your life spiralling out of control, you saw this moment as a chance to test the theories you’ve learned about submitting to pleasure.
You never expected to find yourself reaching something as divine as being in a headspace, where everything felt so serene that you simply forgot everything. And you certainly didn’t expect to also experience something like this; the gentle, caring touch that comes afterward as Jimin eases you back into reality.
To be taken care of and spoiled and praised after you allow yourself to be taken over by lust.
Taking a deep breath, the soft floral scent of freesia mixed with a sweet, fruity fragrance fills your chest. It makes you smile as you breathe it in.
When you first entered the room, the air was thick with rich, aromatic trails of burning incense. The typical scents that have always been spread within the exclusive rooms in the club to set the perfect ambience for the guests as they enjoy their night in this place. This room, specifically, was filled with earthy sandalwood, mingling with the sweet floral touch of jasmine and fresh lemongrass.
Merely moments ago, those delicate scents were replaced by the heady scents of sex and sweat, which had grown so thick after your intense playtime with Jimin. The scents that are still present in your skin, albeit faintly, under the scent of body wash clinging to your skin after the warm bath that Jimin had given you once he was done with you.
As you lean into Jimin’s chest and the comforting touch of his fingers, you can still feel everything; the warm water from the bath which soothed your sore muscles; the calming scent of the soap which Jimin lathered on your body; and the gentle way Jimin took care of you through it all.
Just like how he gave you light massages to ease the numbing ache on your arms and wrists after releasing you from the ropes, he is still rubbing your skin, easing the soreness left behind from the bondage.
“I think,” you hum softly the moment you feel his lips pressing on your wrist, “If you keep rubbing and kissing my skin like this, I might just fall asleep right here.”
This causes Jimin to laugh. His voice is velvety and soft that it feels like a warm blanket that makes you want to sink further into his embrace.
As you move in his lap, the front of your robe falls just enough to expose parts of your breasts once again, and you make no move to fix it. It doesn’t do much to steal away the warmth you feel in your body. Not when his hands are doing just enough to make up for it.
Jimin’s gaze follows the fallen fabric, and a distaste look appears through his eyes. Not at the sight of skin, but at the way the robe seems to be blocking his view. Even if he was the one who had dressed you in the robe once he was done cleaning you up in the bath.
Clinging to his robe that is now secured in place, you look up to tease him, “Are you thinking about stripping me down again, Sir?”
With a light chuckle, Jimin shakes his head. “I wish I could, angel. But you’ve given me more than enough already. I’m not sure you’ll be able to give more.”
His lips are soft as they move slowly against yours, coaxing your lips open and delving inside to taste you for one last time. His hands grip your hips and wind their way up to your waist, doing it slowly, as if you are just as delicate as the silky robe now covering your skin.
“Everything okay, angel?” Jimin’s voice is soft, just enough to push through the newly blissful fog rising in your head. The rumbling in his chest nearly sounds like a purr, and you find yourself wanting so badly to lean deeper into it.
“Yes,” you answer with a content sigh. “Everything’s just marvellous.”
Jimin lets out a soft hum as he kisses the top of your head. “I couldn’t agree more.” He leans back and tilts your chin up until you are looking up at him. “This was much better than I ever could imagine. Thank you for giving me this opportunity,” he says while looking deep into your eyes, and you can almost swear you feel the insides of your chest turning into jelly.
“I should be the one to thank you.”
The smile on his face softens. “It’s quite unfortunate, but I suppose this marks the end of our playtime.”
“Bummer,” you tease him with a playful pout, though your comment doesn’t have a bite or bitterness to it, even if you do feel the disappointment of knowing that your time is up.
Kissing your pouting lips, Jimin takes your hand and helps you rise to your feet. He waits until you are no longer swaying before he lets you go, but not before guiding you towards your door.
“Do you need my help?” he offers one last time right as you reach out to press the button to open the door. Still feeling reluctant to do so, you hold back as much as you can, for as long as you are allowed to, just to stay like this with him for a bit longer.
Looking at his face again, knowing well enough that the next time you meet him, there will be a mask shielding his beautiful face from view, you commit every detail of him in your memory.
“No, I think I’ll manage,” you answer him once you feel like you have enough control to tame the buzzing in your body.
Jimin looks at you with the same gaze he had during playtime, before he nods, and that look fades. When he opens his eyes again, he straightens himself up the way he always does when he is acting as the host for the club, already shedding his master’s role to put on his original role as your host, even without his suit on.
“The car for your ride home will be waiting for you downstairs once you are ready to leave,” he gently says, though with the familiar tone that he uses when he is setting up your arrangement with the club. It stings a little to hear it, yet it also helps you to slowly prepare yourself to return to the real world.
“Until we see again,” Jimin adds, and you immediately stop him before he can turn away.
“This special offer—” you hesitantly ask, “Is it a one-time thing?”
Jimin doesn’t answer you right away. But there is a glint in his eyes which seems to speak a thousand words before he speaks. It is the same look that he gave you when he made the offer to be your master. “Whenever you are ready to set up your next appointment, let your host know that you are requesting for your preceding master.”
A flutter of a smile grows on your face. “I’ll make sure to remember.”
He watches you press the button at your door to open it, yet you remain in your position to watch him go as Jimin turns away to the other side of the room. Without taking another glance over his shoulder, Jimin presses the button to open the door to his side of the wall and steps out of the bedroom.
And then he is gone.
— Jimin—
“I heard that you recently made use of the Bondage Room again. Is that true?”
The day is still quite early for Club La Rouge to be filled with its regular patrons. But the VIP lounge already has some guests unwinding to end the day. Some with drinks in their hands, some enjoying imported cigars while sharing light conversations with their peers and sponsors, while others are simply here to fill their time of leisure before diving into the club’s evening bustle.
Sitting in front of Jimin is not just a regular VIP guest of the club.
Kim Seokjin is one of the owners of Club La Rouge and the head representative who deals with the club’s activities and patrons directly. He is also Jimin’s employer. The same person who first brought Jimin to be a part of the club years ago.
Jimin had already expected that at least one of the owners would catch wind about him entering the special Play Room not as a host, but as a willing participant. He should have expected that person to be Seokjin, who is always so strict in keeping up with all the happenings in the club, whether it is something that involves the club members, his co-owners, or his favoured staff.
“Yes, I have,” Jimin admits as he sits back on his loveseat, meeting Seokjin’s eyes. “I’m surprised it took you this long to bring this up. It’s been a few weeks since it happened, after all.”
Seokjin gives him a smile in return. “You and I both have been quite busy with the new development for the club, so I haven’t thought about bringing it up,” he admits after placing his cup of tea down on the table between them. “How did it feel to be back into it again? I know that you haven’t been active in the BDSM club scenes for a while. I haven’t heard of you coming to other clubs to find a sub or spend any night with the club’s escort for a play for weeks.”
Jimin can’t resist the laughter coming out of him. It’s typical for Seokjin to be so blunt in bringing up his past endeavours in the middle of a conversation. He isn’t wrong, after all.
For a long time, Jimin has always been familiar with the BDSM scene, even long before he became involved with Club La Rouge. He had spent many nights frequenting the BDSM club scenes in the city to look for the perfect sub to play with, yet never once could he find the desirable release that he was searching for.
When he first met the owners of Club La Rouge years ago, he knew that he had finally found the perfect place for him to satiate his desire.
Just like what he shared with you that night, Jimin was first brought in to test out the new sex rooms before they were publicly launched for the club’s members. Specifically the Bondage Room and the smaller Play Rooms that were built to complement it. He even helped with the design, the main concept, and provided lists of instruments and items that the club needed to create the perfect space for its patrons to live out their fantasies to the fullest.
All thanks to his past experience and knowledge of the sex scenes that most of the owners were still considered novices at the time.
He remained in the club after the initial development as a full host in exchange for good pay each month and free access to any of the club’s benefits—as long as he followed the club’s main rules as many others were required to. The arrangement had worked perfectly for Jimin. For a time, he felt that his involvement with the club was enough to satiate his needs that he would only visit the other BDSM clubs whenever he needed a change of settings.
It all changed the night he took the role of your master, when he finally got a taste of you and your complete submission.
“I’d have to say that it was quite—” Jimin mulls over for a moment to find the right word, “Liberating.”
Seokjin’s lips rise to a grin. “Quite the choice of word,” he says, “I suppose she was worth changing your own rules and boundaries, then?”
Jimin resists a groan. Despite all the restricting rules that the club has set for its staff, it was his own boundaries that prevented him from even considering involving himself with a club member. Specifically, a member that he is fully responsible for.
He did change a lot of things that night. Crossed many boundaries. Risk his own connection with the club.
All for you.
Was it truly worth it? He wonders with a side grin on his face. Yes, absolutely. Even with the consequences that followed.
Days have continued to pass by since then, and have quickly turned into weeks. Yet the night Jimin spent with you in the Play Room remains in his memory so vividly that he can almost relive it each time he closes his eyes.
He can still feel the touch of your skin at the tips of his fingers, and breathe your delicate scent through the heady scents of the club’s signature fragrance that he has gotten accustomed to after working in this place for so long. Oftentimes, all he simply needs to do is reminisce a small part of that night, and he would be able to hear the sounds of your voice that came out of your lips when he pleasured you.
It has messed with his mind so badly that he hasn’t been able to return to the club scenes nor has he been able to enjoy them as much as he used to when he eventually did try to venture into other clubs and find a new sub.
At the same time, it has left him waiting. Anticipating. For him to feel a deep craving of raw and unbidden pleasure that only you could fulfil. It has been a while since he last felt this way.
“For now, it’s worth more than anything,” Jimin admits, surprising himself to feel this way. It must be quite surprising for Seokjin as well, as the man immediately laughs.
“I wonder if she thinks the same. Do you think she’ll come back to request another chance?”
Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Aren’t you going to scold me? Put me on a timeout for fraternising with an exclusive member?”
Seokjin lets out a scoff. “As one of the earliest hosts who helped run the club from the ground up, you have privileges that no other hosts have. I’m only surprised it took you this long to find someone you’d risk everything to,” Seokjin says with a teasing grin. “So? Is this going to be just a one-time thing, or has she decided to try a new master now that you’ve crossed one of her checklists?”
“Well,” Jimin clenches his jaw at the thought of you giving control to a different master, until he recalls your last words before he left the room that night.
“This special offer. Is it a one-time thing?”
Jimin eases back in his seat, no longer feeling tense, knowing that you had at least harboured a desire to repeat that night should the chance be given to you. Even if it’s nothing more but a small wish. “She hasn’t revoked her membership since that night, so I think we can expect her to return.”
He can only hope that you haven’t decided to change to a new host for your next session, so he can be prepared for whatever kind of arrangement you will be making when you return.
Weeks have passed since that night and you have yet to make any arrangements with the club for a new session. It shouldn’t be a surprise, since it was one of your patterns to wait a few weeks between booking a session with the club before Jimin gifted you the new privilege that you now have.
But it doesn’t stop him from expecting news from you each time he sits down at his office to arrange different sessions for other club members that he is hosting. He tries not to think too much about it when he returns to his office this evening to open up the club’s schedule.
This week has been slow for the club, presumably due to the fact that most of the VIP members in his quota had recently joined the latest club event that was held at the end of the year. Jimin is in the middle of updating the members list to prepare for the start of the new year when a notification arrives on his system. He doesn’t think much of it when he opens his tablet to check the incoming email, until he sees the content and hope blooms for him.
As if fate is on his side tonight, your name appears on his screen.
He quickly skims through your email, reading through the reservation that you had just sent in for your future session which is set for the weekend. His smile grows wider as he reads the detailed specifications that you have added in your email, until he reaches the end, nearly leaping out of his seat to shout and celebrate when your message says,
“Request inquiries for one private session.
Choice of accommodation: The Play Room.
Special theme request: Complete Submission.
Specifications: Bondage. Role play. Blindfold. Open for pain and punishments.
Choice of partner: Request for the Preceding Master.”
Group Bonding
Ship: Best Friend!Taehyung x Reader x Enemy!Jungkook
Description: For as long as you were going to be Taehyung’s best friend, you’d have to put up with his other best friend, Jungkook, who absolutely despises you. Things only get more complicated after an incident that leads people to think you took the package deal.
Warnings: Threesome, Eiffel Tower, MxM action, Dom/BratTamer!Taehyung, Switch!JK, Oral (m&f receiving), Unproteced Sex, Squirting, Impact Play, Dacryphilia, Creampie, Cum Play, Edging, Overstimulation, Humiliation/Degradation, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Praise, Pussy Slapping, Multiple Orgasms, Sadomasochism, Dry Humping literally this is 90% smut barely any plot, terrible attempts at humor
Wordcount: 15k
A/N: Ahh sorry I keep making the reader not get along with Jungkook lol. I just love best friends and enemies tropes, what can I say. I hope everyone enjoys this. You can find the Enhypen Sunghoon & Heeseung version on my blog @m-hypen as Package Deal!
When you first met Taehyung it was for your debate program in University. He was the only one who could match you with for wit, point for point, all within the allotted time and with brevity and well spoken analysis that you were in awe of. Surprisingly the two of you did not become rivals, the way high school you would've fantasized, having read way too much enemies to lovers fanfiction. No, instead you two actually became very good friends, building a friendship based on mutual respect, sticking together even after graduation.
Taehyung was practically perfect in every way except with one minute (major) flaw: his other best friend.
You and Jeon Jungkook never really saw eye-to-eye; the moment you crossed paths with his childhood best friend, his original debate partner back in high school, you knew you had entered a battlefield.
It was a never ending fight between the two of you, always vying for Taehyung’s affections. Jungkook had always accused you of being a leech, just another sycophant who would reveal her true colors and nefarious intentions towards his best friend. Apparently they had known each other since childhood, and he had seen a million girls like you come and go. You, on the other hand, found Jungkook to be an entitled, pompous brat whose rich family provided so much for him he had never been told the word no. He was so used to Taehyung being his and his alone that you had trouble picturing him sharing anything in his life. That was probably the real reason why girls didn't last long around Taehyung.
It didn't help that Taehyung was constantly trying to facilitate things between the two of you, arranging for the three of you to hang out despite both parties' protest.
"If you guys only got to know each other better, I'm sure you'd get along!"
"Won't you guys try, for me? C'mon, I've always pictured what things would be like, the three of us."
"You're both my best friends. Why would anyone choose just one?"
More times than you could count you were invited to hang out with Taehyung, only to find Jungkook already be there. You tried to get along with the man, really, but it was nearly impossible. He was so possessive of Tae, constantly glaring at the two of you when Taehyung showed you any affection. He always had some snide comment to make about it afterwards, like just seeing you two so close made him want to throw up. You were positively sure at this point that the younger was in love with his best friend, but it was a working theory.
Regardless, anything you showed up to with Taehyung, you'd have to be ok with Jungkook tagging along as well. Tonight's party was no exception, though you had lost track of the duo when you went to find a drink to drown your sorrows, and then had to do it again after seeing said sorrow to drink over.
You stumbled up the stairs with a heavy heart, downing most of your cup to replace one bitter taste in your mouth with another. To your surprise you see your best friend waiting in the hallway, no Jungkook in sight, looking just as drunk as you based on the way he was slumped against the wall.
You walked up to him, back pressing against the wall as well, leaning your arm against his for support and also needing the comfort of his body heat against yours right now.
"Hey, where've ya been? I've been looking for you for the past ten minutes I feel," you pouted, taking another sip of the fruity concoction in your cup, the vodka starting to become less noticeable.
The moment Taehyung registered you he glowed, beaming with a goofy, drunk, genuine smile that made you feel safe.
"Hey, sorry! Kook broke the seal, and I didn't want to lose more than one person in a single night," Taehyung chuckled, grabbing you arm and tucking it against his, pulling you in closer to his side. "How're you enjoying the party?"
You shrugged, unsure if you wanted to mention the sight downstairs you were currently running from. "It's fine, I guess."
"Yeah, I was thinking about the three of us ditching to go to that party on Brunswick, but none of us seem quite capable of driving just yet."
That put a damper on your hopes of Taehyung whisking you away from this place.
"I just remembered, I forgot to show you earlier today the new watch I got from Etsy!" Taehyung’s glazed eyes lit up. "Look, it's called a serpent's watch."
Taehyung flashed the fancy accessory on his wrist, the nontraditional wristband being coils of metal that wrapped down his wrist, the clock shaped closer to an oval or diamond than a circle. It really was shaped liked a serpent.
You absentmindedly nodded, fingers brushing over the way the watch wrapped around Taehyung’s wrist. Your mind kept drifting from Taehyung’s forearms, however, and without sobriety to keep your mind where it should be, tears were soon falling from your eyes.
Tae noticed immediately.
"Hey hey, what's wrong?" Taehyung cupped your face in his hands, thumbs swiping under your eyes to wipe away at the tears. "It's a party, you should be happy-drunk, not sad-drunk."
Your lip trembled as you melted into Taehyung’s touch. "It's Yoongi," you explained, a pout on your lips as you said the name. "Just saw him downstairs with some girl. I just wasn't expecting it to hit so hard, y'know?"
"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry." Taehyung wasn't the biggest fan of your ex, secretly (not so secretly) elated when the two of you broke up. You didn't share the same sentiments, very clearly heartbroken when Yoongi dumped you to have sex with other girls. Go figure. "It's natural to be upset."
"I just—" You sucked in a breath. "I want to be over it already, y'know? I'm so sick of being pathetic and still crying about it."
"It was only two months ago. I don't blame you."
"You should. You should be sick of me at this point, crying to you about this. God knows Jungkook is." You blinked away the tears, slowly coming back down to Earth as you grounded yourself further against Taehyung. "I'm sick of me."
"I could never be sick of you, trust me. Yoongi doesn't know what he's missing out on. Any sane man would be on his knees for you if you so much as asked."
That earned a laugh out of you, effectively brightening your spirit a tiny bit. You sniffled, resting your forehead against Taehyung’s shoulder, sighing as you composed yourself. "Thanks, Tae. I appreciate it. God, why can't more guys be like you? There's too many assholes like Yoongi and Jungkook around."
Taehyung chuckled at that. "Hey, Kook’s not that bad."
"He is to me."
"You guys just need to work on getting closer, that's all. Find some shared interest or hobby or something. Anything you might like to do together."
You rolled your eyes a bit. "I don't think there's anything like that that doesn't involve violence."
"He likes you more than you think. He just doesn't realize it yet," Taehyung assured.
You heard a knock from inside the bathroom, Jungkook’s voice calling out. "Taehyung?"
"Speak of the devil," Taehyung grinned. He turned toward the door. "What is it?"
"Can you come in here real quick?"
Both you and Taehyung exchanged puzzled glances.
"Are you guys about to get up to some gay shit?" You whispered quietly. "I mean, it's hot, I guess. Am I supposed to keep watch?"
"Dunno yet. Let me see what he needs," Taehyung said, not even bothering to deny the homosexual allegations as he stepped inside the bathroom. Jungkook was turned away from Taehyung, looking down and fidgeting with something. "Everything ok man?"
"Yes— I mean no— I mean... shit." Jungkook turned around, letting Taehyung see his situation. Unfortunately for him, the zipper of his pants had gotten stuck onto his boxers and was refusing to budge. "It's stuck," Jungkook stated the obvious. "I've been trying to get it loose for like, five minutes now."
"Whoo boy, let's see what we're dealing with." Taehyung gave the zipper an experimental tug upwards. Jungkook wasn't used to having Taehyung’s hands so close to his genitalia, but he supposed it was a testimony to how close they were.
Jungkook leaned against the sink, ears tinged pink with embarrassment as Taehyung yanked at the zipper with reasonable force.
"Hey, watch it man! I don't need you zipping up my balls, too," Jungkook freaked.
"Relax, it's not— Jesus Christ, this thing really isn't budging," Taehyung hissed, hands starting to become sweaty with his efforts.
Jungkook’s eyes widened. He buried his face in his hands, feeling how hot his cheeks were already getting "Fuck. Fuck, man, what am I gonna do? I can't go out there with my fly like this!"
"I'd be more worried about the fact you spent, like, 500 bucks on these pants." If Taehyung used too much force on this he was at risk of breaking it beyond repair, and he really couldn't afford repairs for Louis Vuitton the way Jungkook could.
"Dude, I literally want to die right now." Jungkook prayed everybody would be drunker than he was, at least enough where he could make a speedy exit without anyone noticing his problem.
"Wait!" Taehyung’s head shot up, as though a brilliant idea came to him. "I know someone who's great with zippers!"
Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed, and all he could think about was lightning somehow shooting into the house and striking him down mercifully. "What? Wait—"
"Y/N! Get in here, we need your help!" Taehyung swung open the bathroom door, dragging you inside without preamble or Jungkook’s approval.
You grumbled, eyes narrowed with confusion. "Do I need to aim for you guys or...?"
"No! Kook’s got a bit of a..." Taehyung’s eyes flicked down towards his friend's crotch. "...situation."
Your eyebrows jumped this time. "He has a boner?"
"No!" Now it was Jungkook’s turn to interject. He felt like he could die of embarrassment then and there, having to humiliate himself in front of you of all people. "My zipper is stuck."
"Aw, guess that Louis label doesn't guarantee quality after all, does it?" You jutted your lip out in a fake pout, taking your opportunity to jab at him. You were still suffering from the sting of seeing your ex, and Jungkook was the best target you could ask for tonight. This was just too perfect.
"Hey, be nice," Taehyung scolded. "Will you help?"
"Maybe..." You tapped your cup against your chin, pondering. "If he begs."
"What?!" Jungkook was shocked by your sheer audacity.
You shrugged, fighting (and failing) to keep the corner of your mouth from quirking up into a smirk. "If you want me to help, you have to say please. It's only polite."
"Oh my god, you're such a bitch—"
"That's not very nice."
"Nice? I can—"
"Guys, stop!" Taehyung interrupted the both of your squabbling, not wanting to be cramped in a bathroom with the two of you shouting in his ear. "Just say please, Kook."
Jungkook’s eyes practically bulged out of his sockets when he heard Taehyung taking your side. You stuck your tongue out at him like a child, triumphant.
He gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw as he muttered the words. "Will you please help me with my zipper? Please?"
You looked so cheeky and smug, putting your cup down on the sink. Jungkook suddenly had the urge to bite you. "Well, since you sound so pathetic."
You reached for the zipper, and Jungkook hissed to resist the urge of slapping your hands away out of annoyance. "I'm gonna get you back for this, I swear..."
"That's not how you say thank you to a favor, Kookie," you teased, your fingers twiddling with the metal as you tried to yank it up.
"We both know you aren't doing this as a favor." Fuck, you were so close to him. He could smell both the perfume you wore and the alcohol you drank. Now he had to worry about the friction your jerky little tugs were causing.
"Aw, look at you guys getting along," Taehyung smiled, reaching up to pat your head. "I told ya, you just needed to bond a little."
"We are not bonding— ow!" You tried to turn your head to face him, but something caught in your hair. You tried to move again, only realizing that Taehyung’s fancy watch was now tangled in it.
"Sorry!" Taehyung apologized, trying to move his hand back but tugging your head along with it, making you howl. "Oh, sorry again!"
"Stop moving!" You reached one hand back to reach for his wrist, trying to pull a few strands away to get loose.
"Can you get lower? It's hard for me to untangle myself at this angle."
"Fuck!" The hand still on Jungkook’s zipper yanked on it in frustration, the tug doing nothing to free it.
"My hand's getting tired up here, it'll be quicker!" Taehyung whined petulantly.
You rolled your eyes and reluctantly sank onto your knees, the cold tile biting against your skin. You were now staring up at Jungkook, who found the view a lot hotter than he cared to admit.
But he did say he was going to get back at you.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Look at you. Can't believe you're on your knees in a bathroom for me."
You scowled. "It's not for you."
"Right. You're on a dirty bathroom floor for me and Taehyung." Jungkook snickered at your glare, soaking in your scowl.
You reached up for his zipper with both hands, tugging it back down in another attempt, your other hand gripping onto fabric to pull it out. "You really shouldn't piss off the one with a zipper to your balls."
"That's if you can do your job correctly down there."
"Oh, you can fuck right off— Oh fuck, Tae!" Your head jerked back again slightly, and your eyes scrunched as you winced in pain.
"Sorry!" Taehyung apologized again, patting your head with the unadorned hand. "It's almost out, just a little longer."
"Fuck!" You gripped onto Jungkook’s pants tighter, pulling him closer to you as you jerked the zipper more, feeling some leeway.
Jungkook grappled onto the sink counter, trying not to fall against you or get hard, his footing unsteady as you tugged his pants closer to your face. If he wasn't careful you were going to end up with his dick print against your cheek. The sound of your little whine made popping a boner nearly impossible. It was difficult too with the sight of you frustrated and on your knees between the two of them, tiny hands scrambling with his zipper, and his mind was going to places they really shouldn't.
Your hand was moving the zipper up and down, desperately trying to get it loose, the tiny bit of fabric bunched beneath slowly giving way. You fisted at the fabric next to it, trying to pull it in the opposite direction so it would give.
"Fuck, I think I'm close," you muttered quietly to yourself, not even realizing how you sounded.
Fuck. Fuck Jungkook needed to get his zipper fixed now because any second now he was going to get obviously hard, and there'd be absolutely no way of hiding it from you or Taehyung.
"I-I think I might—"
"Shut up, I'm almost there!" Of course you'd be fucking stubborn when you put your mind to something.
"Me too!" His best friend innocently commented, eyes glued on his watch. Taehyung seemed oblivious to Jungkook’s panic, just as focused as you when it came to the task at hand.
You tugged one more time, the slide finally becoming easier and the zipper making its way successfully to the very bottom, no fabric stuck. "Finally!"
Taehyung managed to free his watch with your hair still intact, though it was a mess from the tangles and pulling from prior. "Yes!" He rolled his wrist with satisfaction, his other, unadorned hand now combing through your mess of hair in attempt to smoothe it. "See, that wasn't too bad."
Jungkook felt entirely too suffocated, and for the first time in his life he was desperately wanting a woman off her knees. "For you," he huffed, feeling hotter by the minute.
It was just then that the bathroom door, which you neglected to lock behind you, swung open.
The three of you must've been a sight: your hands up near Jungkook’s crotch while you were on your knees, Jungkook’s pants unzipped, your hair a tangled mess and makeup slightly smudged from crying. Jungkook and Taehyung were also incriminating, both sweating a little from their frustration, breathing heavy from their intense focus on very different missions.
Taehyung looked like a deer in headlights as he turned back toward the people in the doorway, the appearance of the situation seemingly dawning on him.
"Um... I know this is super cliché but... this isn't what it looks like."
—
So everybody thinks you had a threesome in the bathroom with the two hottest guys on campus.
That's just great.
It's not like anyone's dick was even out or anything. Sure, you could see how it'd look like you guys were about to have a threesome, but that's a huge difference! Instead, you were getting bombarded left and right with people you've never even met, asking you what happened, what they were like, who was better, who was bigger. They heard some of the things that were being said, you couldn't fool them. The dialogue alone was incriminating. When you told them the truth they never believed you, some giving you a cheeky smile saying, Fine, keep your secrets.
You were starting to think you might as well have with how many people were convinced.
The mere idea of it was crazy. You, having a threesome with your best friend... and his best friend. Who you hated.
Still, your mind kept drifting back to the image of him looking down at you, so pissed, so on edge. You were lucky he seemed so panicked about the zipper that he didn't notice you pressing your thighs together.
You were a horny drunk, you could admit that much. You just didn't imagine you'd be getting horny for Jungkook of all people.
Or Taehyung.
You thought of the way Tae’s fingers carded through your hair, the assuring pat on your head and the way he cradled your face when you were crying. You thought about how he looked from above as well that night, brows furrowed in concentration, biting down on his lip.
Fuck. You can't be thinking of this. It was just a drunken misunderstanding.
You need to stop thinking about fucking your best friend and his best friend. End of story.
There was no way that was ever happening. Jungkook hated your guts the same way you hated his, and Taehyung was always oblivious to everything.
You just had to pretend that none of it was bothering you.
That's why you were loud as hell as you barged your way into Taehyung’s apartment, holding your copy of his key between your fingers.
"Hee! I'm here!" you called, just in case Jungkook was inside and you were unwittingly put into a trap with him. You stumbled your way into the living room, where Taehyung sat on his huge ass sofa, solo. "No Kook today?"
"Nah, he's not going to be out of class for another hour at least. I'm all yours 'til then." He was so cocky with it, crossing his fingers behind his head and leaning back, giving a mischievous grin.
"Lucky me," you chuckled, kicking off your shoes to join him.
With an early start to wine and enough time to get you tipsy, your conversation with Taehyung had delved into the topic no one, you especially now, could take off their minds: threesomes.
At first it started with the two of you laughing over how ridiculous the rumor spreading about the three of you was.
"So, I'm guessing you heard the rumors too?"
"Which one? The one about the dean having the same dealer as us, or the one that Sigma Ki has a cuck hazing ritual?"
You lightly shoved at your friend, rolling your eyes. "You know the one."
Taehyung laughed at your annoyance, positively beaming. "Oh, you mean the one about you, me, and Kook fucking each other in the bathroom? I may have heard about it."
How crazy that'd be. How stupid everyone was for automatically believing it. Then it continued, getting a bit deeper. You were currently ranting about how the concept of it in the general public, and what was deemed as more "acceptable" was two girls with one guy. It had only become a recent phenomenon of a girl getting to have two guys at the same time, the riskiest it was willing to go before still forcing her to choose one of the two. Meanwhile men's fantasies included harems and two women and expectations for girls that had been ingrained in the misogynistic society you were subjected to today.
"I mean, let's be soooo for real," you droned, the alcohol in your system making you bolder with your opinions. "Threesomes with two guys and one girl don't happen in real life. It's just a porn fantasy, and not one that gets delivered enough anyways because visual porn is much more catered to the male gaze. God forbid a woman's the center of attention."
"I'm sure those threesomes happen more often than you think, you know."
"Think about all the threesomes you know of, with real people you know, and measure out how many of those were two girls and how many were two guys. Those specific pairings. Go."
Taehyung pondered for a moment, giving it some thought. "So it's a bit... imbalanced."
"Guys have it so easy!" You whined, sinking into the couch cushions, crossing your arms with a huff. "Girls are constantly expected to be gay with their girl friends. If a girl isn't down to have a threesome with another girl, she's seen as boring. That's why so many of those Tinder couples are looking for a girl. And it's all catered towards the guy. Hell, if I were with another naked chick, the guy definitely wouldn't be getting all the attention. It's like rowboating with a heavy ass robot in the middle. Sure, hypothetically you can get the job done, but overall it'd just be best if the useless piece of junk were out of the picture."
Taehyung cackled at your comment, shaking his head. "You have the strangest way of describing things."
"I'm pretty sure I heard it from some comedian." You waved aside the thought. "Meanwhile, if you ask a guy to have a threesome with his bestie, he'd look at you like you have two heads! It only exists in porn, not real life," you rambled on.
"I'm still sure it happens in real life more often than you'd think."
"No, I doubt that. That's why it's so silly that everyone's so gullible. Guys are always going on about how it'd be gay to have a threesome with another man, but it's just as hot for the girl as it is for the guy in the switched scenarios," you pointed out. "Why else would girls be reading yaoi or reading gay fanfiction when they themselves are not gay men? Get turned on when they kiss?"
"I don't know. Some guys aren't as insecure in their masculinity as you think."
"Oh yeah? Like who?"
"Me."
You scoffed. "You? Yeah right."
"I don't think I'd mind," he shrugged, as though it were the most casual thing in the world.
"Oh really? So if a woman asked if you and your best friend— if you and Jungkook, were down to fuck her, you'd do it?" Surely Taehyung was just blowing smoke out of his ass. Your sweet Tae? No way. The mere concept of him and Jungkook actually sharing a girl was enough to give anyone a nosebleed. Like Jungkook would be capable of sharing in general.
Taehyung stared at the ceiling, as though thinking about it. "Depends on the woman."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wouldn't sleep with just any woman, first of all, my best friend included or not."
"Fair point." You thought about it for a moment. "Imagine, like, the hottest girl you've ever seen, then. You'd be down to fuck her no matter what."
Taehyung looked at you with a half-lidded gaze, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek. "Is she as hot as you?"
You rolled your eyes at his typical sleazy compliments, brushing it off with ease. He sometimes unintentionally flirted with you like this, riled you up, reminded you of what you couldn't have. At least, definitely not with Jungkook in the way. It was always innocent banter, some light teasing, like he doesn't know what it does to you. You wonder if he was truly oblivious or if he was just really good at pretending as a way to watch you squirm. "I forget, this whole thing's easy to you. You forget the rest of us plebeians have trouble even getting one person to want us, let alone two. You could probably pick three for one night, easy." You ruffled his hair, pushing his head to the side. "Not all of us look like we could be on the cover of Vogue, you know."
Taehyung pulled you in closer, arm looping around your waist until your thighs were pressing against one another's. "You're hot and you know it."
"Yeah, but I'm not on like, you or Jungkook’s level," you snorted. Hate Jungkook all you want, you couldn't deny the man creeped into the edges of your mind when you were getting off to the thought of his best friend. How you got to know two such gorgeous men, even in this sense, was beyond you.
"You're prettier than both of us. Jungkook would agree." Taehyung leaned in and nosed your neck affectionately, and half of you expected Jungkook to walk in any minute and scold you two for defiling the couch, even though the gesture was surely done with the purest of intentions.
"Doubt that," you chuckled. "I know I'm sorta pretty—"
"Definitely pretty."
"Definitely pretty," you corrected yourself. "But I have no doubt that I get weird stares when the three of us are in public, and people who don't know us wonder how I was able to pull that off."
Taehyung cocked his head to the side, studying your reaction, assessing your words and narrowing his eyes as though he wanted to argue. Slowly, his gaze drifted further down your face, lingering on your lips. "Ask me the question again."
"What question?" You forgot it already.
"Ask if me and my best friend would be down to fuck you."
Immediately your heart jumped. Your cheeks burned at his clarification, and you squirmed in your seat. "I don't think I phrased it like that!" You couldn't help but feel exposed, even though he misread your question entirely.
"It is now." He leaned in closer, invading your space. You instinctively tried to sink further into the couch. Taehyung stopped his face a few inches from yours, arm hooking over the back of the couch behind you, impossible to ignore, waiting on your answer. He nudged at your chin with his fingers to get you to look at him properly, the way his eyes glittered being far too mischevious for your comfort. "Ask it."
You wanted to tell him to fuck off and quit playing with you, but you were also determined to hide how affected you were. This was so unlike him. Typically he was a clueless dolt, adoring, sweet, not this. The last thing you wanted Taehyung to know was how accurately he was now seeing you now. Did he always? Was he just pretending like he didn't know all this time? You didn't want him to see how excited you were getting by some hypoethical question that could never happen for two very big, very handsome reasons.
But this is Taehyung you're talking about. There was a very real possibility he was just bluffing to get a reaction out of you. You were used to him pulling shit out of his ass to make some contrived point.
"Fine." You squared your shoulders, looking Taehyung in the eye. "Would you want to fuck me with Jungkook?"
There's something that seemed to go dark inside his eyes, his face serious. "Yes."
You couldn't prevent the immediate small exhale of your nose, shaking your head and breaking eye contact. "You're so full of shit. Anything to prove your point and win an argument, huh?" He was exactly the same back in debate, go figure.
You were about to push him aside when you felt a hand on your knee. You stared up at him in surprise, his face still deadly serious.
"I mean it."
His thumb did a small brush against the side of your leg, and it was enough to make your knee jump beneath his palm. Your heartbeat raced, and you're suddenly left shy, as though this weren't your best friend Taehyung.
"I... That still doesn't prove my point!" Your brain was now melting away, and you're scrambling for whatever solid parts were left to form words. Taehyung was saying he wanted to fuck you. With Jungkook. What kind of sick joke was the universe playing with you? "The likelihood of one guy agreeing to that in the first place is super low, much less two."
"Jungkook would say yes, too."
You looked at Taehyung as though he were crazy. "Are we talking about the same Jungkook?"
"Yes."
"Bullshit." You couldn't help but relax a little, reminding yourself of the impossibility, especially where Jungkook was involved. "He hates me."
"He doesn't hate you," Taehyung insisted.
"He does, too." Your confidence was slowly returning, and for a moment you pay no mind to Taehyung’s hand on your knee, your mind now tuning back into debate-mode. "And I know for a fact he'd think you're crazy for even asking and say no."
"He wouldn't. I saw how he was looking at you in the bathroom."
You swore your heart stopped then and there. "You're bluffing."
Taehyung grinned, and you could practically see the devil horns starting to grow. Perhaps the angel act really was a disguise. "Wanna bet?"
"What on?"
His smile deepened. "If he says no, we forget this whole thing happened. Hell, I'll take you out to that trendy little coffee place you love so much. You win."
The unasked questioned stands in the air before you take the plunge. "And if I lose?"
His eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment, barely long enough for you to catch. "Guess."
You sucked in a breath at that. The thing about Taehyung was that he could never truly be trusted for when he was bluffing and making shit up or when he was saying fact. It was one of those things that made beating him in the moment, with all his deceit and bravado, even more special.
So that's why you found the courage to say: "Call him."
Taehyung didn't even break eye contact with you, whipping out his phone from his back pocket and ringing up Jungkook, turning it on speaker so it was loud enough for both of you to hear.
When the first dial rang you started to have second thoughts.
When the second dial rang you started to think about how Jungkook would believe you were a total freak for wanting this, for wanting to be shared by Taehyung and him of all people, and you'd be ready to die on the spot when you next saw him.
When the third dial rang, you started to believe you were being overdramatic, and that it'd go to voicemail and you and Taehyung could have a big laugh and forget the whole thing ever happened. Maybe make it an inside joke between the two of you. What if he had picked up?
And then he picked up.
You were ready to scream when his deep voice came out of the speaker. "Yo."
"Yo, man, what you up to?" Taehyung sounded so casual, and he only smiled when he saw your look of worry and shock as you mouthed at him to hang up.
Taehyung was so close to you that you could hear everything on Jungkook’s end without the phone even being on speaker. "Just got out of class. What's up?"
"Wanted to know if you're free to come over."
"Sure dude. What're you wanting to do?"
Taehyung’s eyes locked with yours, his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Y/N."
There's a moment of silence on the line, and you wondered for a moment if Jungkook hung up at the mere mention of your name.
Finally, he spoke.
"Tonight?" He didn't ask any further questions about what Taehyung means by that. He didn't sound shocked, only mildly curious. Amused. Not even repulsed the way you were anticipating.
"More like now." Taehyung was clearly loving watching you squirm, seeing you panic at the audacity he had to go through with the stupid bet. "How soon can you get here?"
He said it. He actually said it.
There's some noise on the receiver, but Jungkook sounded calm. "She asked for this?"
"Directly," Taehyung confirmed. "Explicitly, in fact."
Your cheeks burned further with humiliation. There was silence again. "Is she there?"
Taehyung held out the phone, turning down the volume a bit, tilting his head as though with mock pity. Now whatever answer Jungkook had to give would be right against your ear. "He wants to talk to you."
Your mouth is suddenly dry as he passed you the phone, and you licked your lips as though that'll do any good. "I'm— I'm here."
"Did you really ask for me and Taehyung to fuck you?"
The words almost felt like a caress in your ear, but you're sure you're mistaking a disgusted scowl as a purr of lust. Your mind clearly couldn't be trusted tonight.
You looked back at Taehyung, still close enough for him to pick up on what's being said. You realized you have a chance to deny it all, pretend it was a joke gone too far, a prank. Taehyung would be true to his word, pretend it never happened.
And then your mind raced with everything that could happen.
God, this could be such a bad idea...
"I did."
There was a pause on Jungkook’s end, and it felt as though everyone in the room was soaking in your small confession, like you were in a booth with a priest at church all over again.
"I'll be there in 30."
Jungkook hung up, the line going dead.
Your head felt as though it were filled with static, absorbing what had just happened.
Taehyung, however, wasted no time, immediately throwing his phone away and focusing all of his attention on you.
You could barely wrap your head around the situation, still trying to comprehend multiple facts at once. Taehyung wanted to fuck you. Jungkook wanted to fuck you. Taehyung and Jungkook were both going to fuck you. Now. At the same time.
You rapidly blinked, not even noticing the fact that Taehyung was drawing in closer, crowding your space more than ever.
"Is this—ha, I mean, well— is this for real? This can't be real." You absentmindedly shook your head, as though trying to wake yourself up from a dream.
"It's real." Taehyung’s eyes were intense, staring at you in a whole new light now, one you couldn't help but tremble under. "It's happening."
"But— This can't—"
"Yes, it can."
"No, you're just fucking with me with another one of your silly pranks. Was this planned?" You laughed, knowing the idea would be so Taehyung. If they were secretly recording this there's no doubt the look on your face is priceless. You'd kill him if he posted it. "Funny. Fun one. You got me."
"Y/N." He grabbed your wrists, pulling you in so your chest was against his, staring you in the eye. "Jungkook’s going to be here in half an hour."
You stilled in his hold, gulping at his words as you slowly comprehended the truth of them.
"So you're all mine until he gets here."
That made your heart stop.
You were barely able to make out words.
"I... you don't..."
"I do." Taehyung emphasized. "Do you?"
Your mind felt as though it fully shut down, the only thought in your brain being how Taehyung’s lips are closer than ever. "What?"
Taehyung didn't get impatient with you, instead being very understanding of the fact that he already turned you brainless without even really touching you. He moved a centimeter closer, his lips barely brushing against yours, like the particles that made up both of you were just passing by. "Do you want this?"
Your mind was in static mode again as Taehyung pulled one of your hands up to his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat against your palm.
"You want me and Kookie?" Taehyung questioned further, clarifying. "I think we both made it very clear we want you."
Never in your life had you guessed your best friend would say that. You slowly came to terms that this very much wasn't a dream, and that Taehyung was actually saying this to you. "You want me?"
"I'll want you any way I can have you," Taehyung emphasized, a soft smile on his face. "Even with Kook."
"I... I can't believe you'd both..."
"Kook understands," he said, moving his lips closer to your pulse point below your ear. "He's wanted this longer than you'd think." His breath tickled your neck, and you shivered. "I'm more curious about how long you've wanted this."
You shuddered and found yourself pulling him closer, wanting to feel more than just his lips lightly brushing against you, teasing you when Jungkook could be here in less than half an hour. How long had he known? Had he always been observant, and you just projected some oblivious facade onto him?
"You mean longer than the bathroom?"
Taehyung’s gaze drifted down to your lips. "Did you?"
"I... maybe." You wanted to be flirtier, more enticing, but you were still somewhat in shock due to recent revelations. You were too stunned to even try to act sexy right now. "I feel like I'm suddenly discovering new things about you."
"There's a lot of things you're about to figure out. Just ask."
"How is it you know what I want?"
"Because, I know exactly how you feel about me," he purred in your ear, moving a lock of hair behind it. You held your breath when you felt the tip of his nose along your neck, so close, raising goosebumps. "I always have..." He dipped his head lower, pressing a small, soft kiss at the center of your neck. "I know how you feel about Jungkook, too."
You knew there was no way he could miss the way you gulped at that.
"Constantly fighting with him, building up so much frustration... you wanna know he'd take it out on you, don't you?" He pressed his lips again at the base of your throat, sucking softly, whispering the dirty secret into your skin. "Wanna know how I'd tell him to do it?"
"Fuck." You couldn't deny the wave of heat that flooded to your core with his words.
He chuckled, watching you fight back against the urge of curling in on yourself with how aroused you were. His hands gripped your waist tighter as he slowly got off the couch to move in front of you, lips ghosting over the center of your ribcage as he traveled down your body. "Want me to show you?"
"Where's all t-this coming from?" You breathlessly smiled, still trying to grasp the fact that this was all real, and not a serious maladaptive daydreaming episode. Taehyung was always so sweet, so respectful. How were you supposed to predict this side of him?
"From you telling me you want my best friend and I to fuck you," he hissed, giving a small nip now just to have you feel the sting of his teeth on your skin instead.
"You m-made me say it!"
"Yeah? I'll make you beg for it too." He rose up to your face, brushing your hair out of the way so he could look into your eyes properly. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl."
His hand slid up to your neck, not tight, but present, like he wanted to measure your heartbeat himself to make sure you wouldn't lie to him.
You licked your lips, trying to swallow down your doubts of courage. The feeling of being so vulnerable to him in this context was baffling.
"I want for both you and Jungkook to fuck me. Happy?" You managed to spit out the words, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Taehyung let out a wicked grin, whistling at your attitude. "Oh? Talk back, don't we? Yeah, Kook will fucking love you."
He finally pressed his lips against yours, hand sliding up to the base of your head , fingers tangling into your roots and keeping you locked in place as he devoured you, making sure your head wouldn't hurt from being pressed against the back of the couch. He wasn't tender or sweet, the way you probably would've predicted and fantasized about when you first met him, and the small budding crush you had on his cute features hadn't warped into something darker, more lustful. No, he was sure of his movements, kissing you with purpose, actions deliberate as he moved with noticeable skill that could only come from practice. His tongue slid against yours with an ease that made your knees weak.
Taehyung was infuriatingly good at kissing you. You supposed it was to be expected, with how much action he probably saw, face like that and all, but still. He had this way of kissing you that made the rest of the world disappear, with only his hands on your face and his lips on yours to ground you.
You eyes were fluttering shut, and soon you were both moving in tandem, finding a tune that only you two knew. The soft sounds of his lips smacking against yours filled the room, and the grip he had on your roots, pulling your hair properly this time, was driving you crazy.
"Please," you gasped the word into his mouth. He groaned and kissed you some more, his hand tightening as he pressed you further against him. You gripped onto his shirt, the taste of him so irresistible you forgot completely that he was your best friend, and you shouldn't be doing what you're about to with his best friend too.
You subconsciously spread your legs, drawing Taehyung in so you could grind your core against his.
He chuckled into your mouth, one hand moving down to your hip to pin you down and deny you. "Needy little thing, aren't you? We're just getting started. Let me take my time with you."
You wanted to scream at him that you two didn't exactly have time, but found your brain back to mush the moment he began kissing you again, lowering his hips to yours to slowly press his heat against you. His hand stayed on your hip, halting movement from you so that he could control the gradual pace, teasing and torturous as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. It felt so good to be pinned beneath him already, in his arms, like you two were made to fit together.
You moaned against his lips when the fabric of his jeans hit your clit in a particularly delicious fashion. He growled in response, hand cupping your chin better to angle your face a little more to the side, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in, letting it coax your lips along with his. He licked his way into your mouth, greedily swallowing more of your moans as the hand on your hip drifted down to your thigh, hitching it over his own hip to grind more securely against you.
He rolled his hips, pressing you further against the couch as you felt him get harder against you, his hand tightening against your thigh as he tried to pull you impossibly closer to him.
"So fucking good," he rasped against your lips, mind spinning at all the soft, weak little sounds that escaped you. "Can't believe I finally get to have you like this."
You kissed him harder, hands pressed against his face, wanting to memorize the feeling of his cheekbones against your fingertips. You gripped onto his hair, his shirt, anywhere you could reach, try to rock back against his hips and fully feel the bulge pressed against your pussy.
"Fuck, Taehyung..."
"Mmf, say that again." He bit your lip before pulling back.
He pressed up at an angle that hit the sweet spot against your clit, and you had no choice but to obey. "Taehyung!"
"Shit, you sound so whiny." He buried his head into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin just to hear another pathetic sound leave your mouth. He sucked hard, and you knew it'd leave a mark. "Kook’s gonna lose his mind," he groaned into you.
You threw your head back, your hips quickening against him. "Hee, please, do something."
He snarled at your impatience, nipping at your neck again in punishment before smacking your thigh. "Be patient," he grit, blunt nails raking over where he slapped you. "You're mine right now, remember?"
You nodded, a shiver running up your spine as his fingers trailed further down your leg before going back up higher and higher, ghosting over the fabric of your underwear.
His thumb brushed over the lace of your panties, and he bit his lip in anticipation. "Shit, I don't think you even know what's coming."
You canted your hips to receive more of his touch. "M-Meaning?"
"Meaning I need to start getting you ready for when Kook arrives," Tae said. He pulled on the waistband, dragging them down your legs and discarding them to the floor. "I need to make sure you're wet enough for both of us."
Hearing your best friend talk so dirty was enough to send your mind into a tizzy. You grabbed his hand and pressed him right against your sex, eager to not waste time and see how much he can offer you in twenty minutes. Taehyung took the hint, fingers sliding up and down, getting a feel for the glide and slick you've already produced.
"Shit, you're so wet already," Taehyung said in awe, lips parted as he admired the shine on his fingers from you. "Are you excited?"
"O-Obviously." You were barely able to contain the whine when he slides a digit inside, curling it up to search for your g-spot. "It's not every day a girl gets propositioned by a hot guy, let alone two."
He quirked a brow. "Oh? You think we're hot?"
Your cheeks shouldn't burn this much from stating the obvious. "I mean... you're not bad to look at. Don't let it get to your head."
Taehyung’s grin only widened. "And Jungkook?"
You glanced away, squirming a bit as you felt him find the sweet spot inside of you. "He's f-fine I guess."
"Look at you, getting so flustered," Taehyung cooed, bending down to peck at the flush in your cheeks. "You can admit you want him, baby. It's ok."
Hearing your best friend call you "baby" in this context was something else entirely. Before it always felt so casual, something you couldn't read into. Now he was saying it like you were his. Suddenly your hips were bucking against his hand more, your body beginning to take control of your mind.
He was speeding up, and your mind was steadily beginning to melt. "I-I—"
You felt more pressure build up as Taehyung slid in another finger, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy starting to get louder.
"You can tell him when he gets here," Taehyung whispered against your lips, wanting a front row seat to all of your pathetic whimpers and moans while they were still just for him. "He'll be thrilled."
Another whine escaped your lips from Taehyung’s ministrations.
"Fuck, why are you so good at this?" You muttered half to yourself, in disbelief that Taehyung was already making you feel better within five minutes than your ex did in five months.
He sucked against your neck, purposefully marking you, humming against the skin as he sloppily thrust his fingers inside. "Mm, you're just easy to ruin. You can't even hide how turned on you are."
You felt heat pool down into your abdomen, your tells showing. "Tae, I'm getting close."
To your dismay he pulled his fingers out of you, giving the side of your neck sweet kisses in apology. "Not yet. You'll need to wait."
He swallowed your whine of frustration, cradling your face in his hands and kissing you, the glide of his tongue against yours somewhat distracting you from the ache left between your legs. His kiss was wet, using just enough tongue for it to feel filthy, making sure you memorized the way he tasted.
Once your orgasm had surely died down he kissed his way down your jaw and your chest, getting on his knees, face all the way down to your now neglected pussy. He sighed with content when he saw how needy and wound up you already were, your body begging him to break it in properly. He couldn't help himself, giving your sex a sweet kiss as well, mouth trapping your clit and giving it the attention it was so desperate for.
Your back arched off the couch as Taehyung began eating you out, the wet muscle traveling between your folds and lapping at all you had to offer, his jaw widening so he could feel more of you. He moaned, and the vibrations made you buck against his mouth. He pinned you down firmly, throwing an arm over your hips, sucking on your clit reverently. Burying your hand in his hair, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure, his tongue dragging along you.
You looked down at him, his lashes long, kissing the apples of his cheeks as he focused on your taste, your breathy whimpers, the way your thighs twitched next to his head when he focused his tongue on the spot right beneath your clit.
"Fu-uck," you moaned, your nails scratching against his scalp as he got you close to the edge again. "Feels so good, Tae."
He moaned into you again in response, making you dig your heels into his back.
Pleasure pooled down to your abdomen, and you felt your abs begin to tighten. Before you could even think about hiding your orgasm from Taehyung, he's pulling away, making you shiver with the cold air against your hitting your bare cunt.
"No!" You whined, losing your grip on his hair as he rose up, rubbing your thighs in apology as he planted his lips to yours, replacing your complaints with the taste of yourself. His hand came up to your throat, not tight, but enough pressure for you to want to lean into it.
Taehyung didn't stop kissing you until your protests died and your muscles relaxed again, and you were just a desperate, breathless mess beneath him.
When he finally let you have air, your eyes were glossy with the second lost orgasm. You slumped over and laid on the couch, panting with tear-brimmed eyes, frustrated beyond belief.
Taehyung gave an apologetic look, like if it were up to him, you'd be cumming your brains out by now.
"Poor baby." He pouted along with you, hand traveling down to gently caress at your folds, spreading them between his fingers and feeling how wet and denied you were. "Bet it hurts so bad, doesn't it?"
You nodded, squirming under his touch, wanting so badly to cum against his fingers.
He didn't give you hope yet, though, sliding his hand up to your lower belly. "It'll feel better soon," he promised, slowly pushing down and applying more pressure. "It'll feel really good once me and Kook are right here."
You gasped, biting your lip at the thought of them that deep inside you.
As if on cue, the front door opened, revealing a panting Jeon Jungkook.
"That couldn't have been thirty minutes," Taehyung laughed, rolling off you as Jungkook strolled closer to you two, his eyes devouring the sight of you teary eyed, cunt exposed and swollen, ready to be taken. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, nostrils flaring as he stared at you with hooded eyes. The lust was palpable, every muscle in his body appearing tight, tense at seeing you so vulnerable already. Taehyung moved behind you, propping you up so your back was against his chest, adding to Jungkook’s view.
"I may have sped a little," Jungkook admitted, biting his lower lip. His eyes never left you, as though he were transfixed. "And used the stairs instead of the elevator."
Taehyung squeezed your face, grinning down at you, like he understood Jungkook’s obsession unquestionably. "Hear that baby? You're not the only desperate one."
Your eyes locked with Jungkook, whose gaze was intense and made it impossible for you to look away.
Jungkook cautiously raised a hand to your knee, slowly tracing upward as you shivered under his touch. "Has she cum yet?"
"Not yet. I've been edging her. Figured you wouldn't want to miss it." Taehyung moved your hair to the side to kiss your neck, pulling one of your thighs to the side to open you up more for Jungkook. "She does this cute little whine whenever she's close."
Your cheeks flushed, and your thighs twitched in response. "J-Just hurry up and fucking touch me already."
Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, and before you knew it he landed a sharp slap right against your cunt.
"Fuck!" Your back arched, your hips bucking until Jungkook roughly slammed them back down, planting another smack against your swollen folds.
"Is that how we ask for things?"
"It's how I—fuck!" You couldn't hold back the pornographic moan that tumbled out of your lips as Jungkook did it again, though this time rubbing your clit after, as though to blur the pain into pleasure.
"Such a mouth on you still." Jungkook clicked his tongue, as though disappointed. "Taehyung didn't teach you manners while I was on my way?"
"We didn't have much time for our lesson," Taehyung excused, pulling your shirt further up your torso to run his hand over your exposed skin, his touch gentle in contrast to Jungkook’s. "She's still learning."
"How many times did you edge her?" Jungkook trapped your clit between two of his fingers, applying pressure on the tiny bud to watch you gasp.
"Twice." Taehyung raised the shirt over your tits now, trapping a nipple between his digits similar to Jungkook.
"Wanna go for a third, princess?" Kook slapped your cunt again, making you cry out and shake your head, desperate just the way Taehyung described. Still, your reaction every time he strikes your pussy was noticeable.
Jungkook wasn't going to let you live it down.
"You like when I slap your little pussy don't you? Don't tell me we've got a painslut on our hands."
Your cheeks burned at the term, and your breath caught with embarrassment. Both could see it all over your face that you were getting hot and bothered by how he treated you.
Jungkook chuckled a bit at that. "Then be a good girl for us, and maybe, just maybe, we'll let you cum."
Your eyes watered even more, but even then, you nodded in agreement, now under the mercy of two men.
Jungkook smirked, victorious. "Atta girl."
"You should feel how tight she is," Taehyung suggested, giving a reassuring squeeze.
Jungkook finally sank two fingers into you, making your breath hitch. Jungkook’s gaze darkened, already imagining how your walls would squeeze his cock. "Fuck, what a tight little slut."
Your thighs twitched at the name, and both men took a mental note your reaction to being degraded.
Jungkook started curling his fingers inside of you, pressing against your g-spot, having the heel of his palm press deep against your clit. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between your pussy and your face, examining your open mouth and your small mewls as he started to work up what Taehyung started, the wet sounds of his digits inside of you filling the room.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet. Tae must've really worked you up, huh?" Jungkook purred, sliding in a third digit easily, not missing how your eyes started to roll back as he stretched you out. "Bet you've been dreaming of this since the party."
"S-Shut up," you stammered out. "Says the one who was forming a boner."
"Yeah?" Jungkook started increasing the power of his thrusts, veins starting to pop out of his forearm as he did so. "Why don't you just shut up and let out more of those pretty moans?"
"Why don't you—"
Your words were cut off but Taehyung pressing his two middle digits against your tongue, rendering you silent.
"Now now, play nice you two," Tae chastised, shaking his head. "I thought my baby agreed to be good, no?"
He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, earning a glare.
"Come here." Taehyung pulled your jaw to face him, kissing you and muffling any insults you had to throw at Jungkook. His tongue glided against yours, quelling your anger and making you buck up needily against the younger man's hand.
When you broke apart, you weren't even given a second to breathe, Jungkook’s large hand being the one holding your face now, focusing your attention back onto him.
"What? No kiss for Kookie?" He grinned at your scowl. "Or is Tae’s baby too good for it?"
"Give him a kiss, baby," Taehyung encouraged. "Let me watch."
You licked your lips, only allowing for a moment of trepidation before leaning into Jungkook. His lips met yours readily, hungry as he kissed you, the pace of his fingers quickening with every stroke. He growled when you moaned against his mouth, grinding his palm firmer against your clit in reward. He pressed his mouth against you like he was trying to brand you with his kiss, make you feel it even after he was gone.
He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, demanding, his other hand sliding into the roots at the back of your head, angling your face just how he liked so he could kiss you deeper. He groaned as you whimpered against him, trying to keep up a good fight. He made it look too easy, the effortless way his mouth dominated yours bringing you to shame. He sucked on your tongue a bit, the helpless sound you made in response only making him harder.
When he broke away you were both left staring at one another, gathering breath, analyzing the blown out pupils of one another.
This was Jeon Jungkook. The man you were constantly fighting for Taehyung’s attention. The one you couldn't spend five minutes with without starting an argument.
You weren't sure which one of you leaned in first, but suddenly you were both slamming your mouths against each other again, but this time hungrier. More desperate. There was a carnal desire in how Jungkook kissed you now, like he wanted to eat you and make you cry for every bullshit fight you put up against him.
Taehyung was mesmerized, his eyes never leaving you and Jungkook as you clung onto the younger, trying to bring him closer to you, clawing at his clothes as you expressed your pent up sexual frustration through the kiss. Taehyung’s hand slid down between you and Jungkook’s, his digits playing with your clit. You whined against Jungkook’s mouth, your orgasm starting to approach.
You broke away from the kiss, whining just like promised. "Please let me cum this time, please!"
Jungkook chuckled at how easy you were to break this time, purposefully slamming his fingers against the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly. "Aw, should I? But you were being such a brat earlier."
"Let her cum," Taehyung crooned, sympathizing with you. "She's got a lot ahead of her."
Jungkook always did have a habit of going along with Taehyung’s desires.
But he wasn't going to be nice about it.
"You hear that?" Jungkook scoffed, grabbing your face and bringing you close to his, his eye contact intense as he studied your pitiful expression. "Congratulations, sweetheart. You get to cum until your brain fucking melts."
You arched against Taehyung as Jungkook jackhammered his fingers into your cunt, right behind the spot where Taehyung was still toying with your clit. Tae doubled his efforts, pressing down harder, making sure to give attention to the spot right underneath that had your toes curling. Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm overtook you, and suddenly clear liquid was gushing all over both of their fingers.
Jungkook’s jaw dropped open, watching you squirt against both of their hands. He was completely enraptured, mouth dropping open in awe as he watched you shake like a leaf.
"Fuck, that's it, make a mess for me. Make a mess all over Kookie’s fingers," he muttered to himself.
You couldn't stop it, the pleasure coming over you like a tidal wave. You gripped onto both of them to steady yourself, droplets flying out of you as you shook. Neither man stopped, both continuing until you were drained of every last drop, eventually slumping over against Taehyung, the aftershocks of your orgasm riding it's course along your thighs until it was no more.
Both men pulled their hands away, your legs giving residual twitches at the sensation.
"I... I think I ruined the couch.." Your voice had that breathless, cute little whine that made it impossible for anyone to be mad.
Not they would be in the first place.
"You did perfect baby." Taehyung kissed the corner of your mouth. "It's about to get a lot messier anyways."
You were limp and complaint as they both maneuvered you onto all fours, the dark stain forming on the couch mocking from beneath you. Taehyung yanked off his clothes behind you, shedding each article one by one.
The tip of Tae’s cock nudged along your entrance, sliding up and down your folds and catching at your clit every time he wanted to watch you cringe from sensitivity. Soon the small shocks would stop, and when you stopped tensing he focused more on your hole, slowly breaching it. It gave way, letting him push inside the first inch.
You held your breath as he started to get the entire tip inside, your walls stretching despite Kook’s thick fingers. Jungkook cradled your face in his hands, observing your struggle.
"Poor thing. You look like you're about to cry any second."
He leaned in, kissing you when Taehyung got past the tip, now slipping another inch inside you. Kook’s lips were a good distraction, letting you focus on the natural instinct to follow his flow instead of the overwhelming sensation of Taehyung filling you up. Jungkook slipped a hand down your body, gently twirling his fingers around your clit, coaxing you to let more of Tae in.
"That's it. Let him in. Let him stretch you out so I can have my turn. I'm not allowed to fuck you until after. "
You moaned against his lips. "Mmf— who says?"
You could feel him smile, like you had been let in on a shared secret.
"We made a deal after the party." Taehyung hissed from behind as he sank further into you. "But we had been thinking about it for a while."
You furrowed your brows, trying to form a coherent sentence and not focus on how good Taehyung was stretching you out right now. "W-What deal?"
Taehyung smirked at the expression you wore as he pushed in more, now over halfway inside. "That if we did this..." Both of you let out a strangled noise of pleasure when he bottomed out inside you, his balls now flush against your cunt. "I get first dibs."
Jungkook laughed, patting your cheek condescendingly. "Bro code."
That's when it dawned on you that you had fallen into Tae’s trap, just as he planned. The moment you asked the question, it was game over for you.
Taehyung pulled back some, giving a few experimental, shallow thrusts, letting you get used to the feeling of him. Eventually you stopped tensing up, loosening as you became accustomed to the sensation, your nerves coming alight as he started to go deeper.
"How's that dick feel, baby?" Jungkook mocked you with the pet name, combing his fingers through your hair in faux comfort, keeping your face angled up so he could drink in every expression you couldn't hide. "Is it just like you've always imagined?"
"Fu-uck you." Your jab lacked it's usual venom, instead becoming breathy at the end as Taehyung hit a sweet spot.
"Ask nicely," Jungkook bit back.
You were about to respond when Taehyung’s hand jotted out in front of you, grabbing Jungkook by the nape and pressing his mouth against yours, forcing the two of you to kiss to stop your bickering.
"Behave, both of you," Taehyung scolded, gritting it out as he started using longer strokes, letting you feel how long and deep he was every time he pulled out to the tip to thrust back in to the hilt.
Jungkook seemed to melt against your mouth, not even arguing with Taehyung as he moved his lips against yours. Every moan that escaped your mouth and into his he took greedily, tilting his head to the right to kiss you thoroughly as each of Taehyung’s thrusts pressed you closer together.
Taehyung really was such a good mediator.
You broke away for a breath of air, glaring at Jungkook and his swollen, pouty lips. He glared back, though it seemed to be because you pulled away when he didn't get his fill of kissing you.
"I still hate you," you said, though the words have no bite. Not when each one comes out breathless and weak along with Taehyung’s strokes. Not when you give Jungkook that stare that lets him know that even if you did hate him, you wanted him in equal measure.
"C'mere. You don't need to talk anymore." Jungkook grabbed your face, making you arch your back further as he started kissing you again, unashamed with the wet, sloppy sounds of your lips smacking together or the low growls that emanated from his chest.
You two stayed making out for a moment, your lips repeatedly crashing against his as Taehyung rocked you back and forth on his cock. Neither of you seemed to mind, though, both breathless and panting into each other's mouths in a mess of tongue and teeth, and you desperately grasped onto Kook for stability. Kook sucked on your tongue, moaning when he felt you melt in his arms.
He finally let you go, pulling off his shirt, hands moving to his pants and pulling his flushed, aching cock out with little finesse. He's about the same size as Taehyung, and your jaw already began to ache as you examined the challenging girth.
Jungkook tapped the tip of his cock against your pouty lips. "C'mon, open that bratty mouth. There's a good girl."
You gave a gentle kiss to the head, and then another, opening your mouth more with each one as you started using your tongue, slowly making out with it the way you would either of them. You closed your eyes, suckling on it a bit, the same way he did on the tip of your tongue earlier.
Jungkook seemed to be enamored with the sight, jaw dropping open as you slowly progressed to kitten licks, peering up with them with the faux innocent look that only got him harder.
He muttered under his breath, curling his fingers into the roots of your hair and slowly pressing you down further.
You complied as he pushed your head down, opening your mouth greater as the full head was suctioned by your lips.
Jungkook hissed when you flicked your tongue on the underside of his cock where the head met the shaft, and he slowly sank you down further, the gradual slide of your throat down on him making his toes curl.
Jungkook tossed his head back, feeling your throat suction around him as he start to fuck it properly. "Oh shit. Don't stop, just like that baby. Fuck, you're so good at this. Your mouth feels so fucking good."
He was decent enough to give a slow pace, following along with Taehyung who did the same in order for you to get used to being filled from both ends. Jungkook did his best not to buck into your mouth or push too far into the back of your throat. It started to get harder when Taehyung started fucking you faster, though, your body naturally being pushed forward again and again, making you gag further and further down Jungkook’s cock until his eyes were rolling to the back of his throat.
"Holy shit," Taehyung moaned, slapping your ass thrice in quick succession. "My baby's being such a good whore for us, isn't she? Fuck, yes, take it. Suck that dick baby, c'mon."
Fuck, hearing Tae of all people start moaning that you're a whore was spurring Jungkook on. Slowly his concerns and restraint of getting you used to two cocks melted away. You seemed to be a natural already, and Kook was always the type to tease and bully what he was secretly fond of. Taehyung was well aware. How else do you break in a toy?
"Look at me. You want both of us? You want to be a greedy little slut for one night?" Jungkook moaned, hand cradling your throat to feel how he moved inside of it. "'Course you do."
Taehyung slapped your ass again, your yelp muffled around Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung’s hooded gaze stayed glued on how your ass would ripple against his hips with every snap. Every time he looked up he'd see Jungkook’s bottom lip trapped between his teeth, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the way his eyes never left your face as he tangled his digits into roots.
His grip tightened on your hair as he bobbed your head up and down, Taehyung’s thrusts pushing you further down on both of them from either end.
"Fuck, you're both so fucking hot," Taehyung growled. "Such a good slut, taking our cocks like this. You're such a good girl."
Jungkook grinned, looking down at your pathetic form, forced to take everything they had to offer. Your face was so flushed, your eyes trying to look up at Jungkook’s without rolling back. When he looked up at his best friend he saw his his hands digging into your waist to pull you closer, how his dark stare devoured the view, how his eyes kept meeting Jungkook’s to see if he was also losing his mind. He was. "How does his dick feel? Is he hitting the spot you need?"
You moaned in response, unable to give a clearer answer due to how thoroughly he was using your mouth.
Jungkook pulled you off for a moment, letting you moan out loud now in tune with Taeh thrusts. He tightened the fist in your roots, angling your head to look up at his cocky grin from above.
"You want me to hit it too?"
You bit your lower lip and grinned in confirmation, finally smiling along with him for once. It melted away though into a face of pleasure as Taehyung’s hand came around to your front, toying with your clit as his staccato thrusts picked up rhythm.
"Fuck, I'm fucking close," he moaned. "Need to feel you cum around me. Need to feel everything. Need—"
Taehyung’s words were cut off by Jungkook’s free hand grabbing his nape and pulling him in, slamming their lips above you. Jungkook slipped his tongue inside, eyes closed as he angled his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing Taehyung’s moans.
Taehyung grunted in Jungkook’s mouth, panting as his thrusts got sloppier and his digits rubbed harder against your clit. Jungkook’s hold on your roots was firm, keeping your neck craned, forcing you to watch how their tongues tangled together and listen to their lips smack, Taehyung’s groans turning into whines as he got closer to the edge, all being devoured by Jungkook.
It was too much, and before you knew it your cunt was spasming around Taehyung’s cock, cries muffled around Jungkook’s.
Taehyung couldn't last much longer, hips stuttering as he felt you cum around him, his whimper against Jungkook’s tongue delicious as he buried himself as deep as he could, cumming inside you.
The two men finally broke apart, a spit of string still connecting them before snapping, leaving both breathless with parted, swollen lips.
Taehyung tried to recollect himself, garner his breath, try to regain some semblance of self. Slowly he pulled out of you, both of you winching at the sensation. You collapsed down onto the couch, a boneless heap. Slowly, white appeared at your entrance, Taehyung’s cum beginning to slowly trickle out of you.
"Fuck... look at that." Jungkook reached over and spread your folds, more cum dribbling out. He put a finger in, coating it in Taehyung and you, pumping it in and out, watching you shiver with sensitivity. "Can you take more?"
"Mmfuck," you whined in response, hips wiggling. Whether you were chasing Jungkook’s digit or running from it, you couldn't tell.
"C'mon, baby. Let Kookie fuck you good. It's about time you both start getting along," Taehyung cooed, running a comforting hand up and down your thigh to ground you.
Jungkook added another digit again, watching your face contort in pleasure as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Don't you want to make it up to me? All those times you were an annoying brat?"
Taehyung smiled, hand going up to comb your hair out of your face, his deceiptively sweet face reassuring you. "It's time for you two to fuck it out."
You nodded, and soon Jungkook was repositioning you onto your back, spreading your legs wider, pushing one of your legs up and over his arm, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, with both of you sucking in a deep breath. You grabbed onto the arm holding up your leg, biting your lip as he buried in hilt deep. Despite how open Taehyung fucked you, you still felt tight as ever around Jungkook, and you could feel him right up in your guts the way Taehyung promised.
Jungkook bit his lip hard, trying (and failing) to contain his grunt as he sank into your heat.
"Holy shit. You feel better than I dreamed."
He gave a small, experimental thrust of his hips, examining how your breath hitched and your thighs clenched. Here you were, fucking the man who annoyed you most, who you were always fighting for Tae’s attention. You supposed this was a good way for both of you to get it at the same time, Taehyung utterly entranced as he watched Jungkook’s first few strokes inside of you.
More of Taehyung’s cum spilled out of you as Jungkook’s pushed further in, the first slide going much smoother due to how much Taehyung filled you up.
Jungkook’s pumps were shallow at first, noticing your small winces from overstimulation and possible soreness. Judging by the slight rasp in your voice that's already started to appear, you were going to need a bit of a recovery period after tonight.
Taehyung was growing impatient, however, believing Jungkook should've came in you closer to yesterday. He was eager to see you filled to the brim with both him and Jungkook, to see Jungkook’s cock limp and drained because of you. And here the two of you were, wasting time like always when you could be fucking each other's brains out.
"What, don't tell me you're scared of her now Kook? After all that talk?" Taehyung laughed, clapping Jungkook on the back of his nape, pulling him close. "Thought you wanted to fuck her?"
That got Jungkook going a bit, his next thrust sharper than the sloppy, slow rolls he was giving before. Your breath hitched, the sensitive spot inside you slowly drawing in heat.
"Just—" Jungkook bit his lip, trying to control himself despite the devil at his shoulder. "Don't want it to hurt."
The laugh Taehyung barked out made him feel silly.
The grin Tae gave you bordered on menacing, like he was reaching his wits end. "Did you forget already?" The sharp smack he delivered to your swollen folds had you curl into on yourself, clamping down on Jungkook and causing him to rut harder into you, trying to sink deeper in. "She likes it."
Tae’s words woke Jungkook up from his worrisome daze, and he drinks in your expression from Taehyung’s action. The way your eyes watered and your lower lip trembled, but also the way you opened your legs further, as though asking for more.
The word pops up in Jungkook’s head again.
"Painslut," he growled.
Taehyung grinned wickedly as Jungkook began to properly pull his hips back, no longer restraining himself and delivering sharp, heavy thrusts that had his balls clapping against your cheeks. The plap plap plap accompanied by the wet gush of your pussy repeatedly swallowing his cock, as well as the pornographic noises you were both omitting, was music to Tae’s hears.
Both of you were staring at each other with such intensity, eyes never leaving one another's as Jungkook drilled into you, mouth dropping open with yours as you both experienced mind-numbing pleasure with each other for the first time when you were supposed to hate each other.
Taehyung could practically taste the mixed emotions from both of you in the air, and he lived off of it.
"Fuck her open." Taehyung bit his lip, watching Jungkook pull back and roughly slam into you again. "Harder. Make sure she feels it."
Jungkook furrowed his brows, delivering a harder thrust, savoring the moan that escaped you as he reached in deeper, tip hitting right against the spot that had you feeling weak.
Taehyung sucked in a breath. "That's it. Now you're doing it. Just look how wet she is for you."
You felt Jungkook twitch inside you at that. Taehyung’s commentary was doing wonders for both you and Jungkook, both of you getting seemingly more flushed. Kook’s thrusts quickened, his enthusiasm showing as he repeatedly hit that spot that had you gasping again and again and again.
"Fuck." Jungkook grunted, his grip on your waist tightening as he pumped inside. "Feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
He emphasized his question with a brutal thrust that had you scrambling for purchase, grabbing onto Taehyung as your body began to move with Jungkook’s. "Yes, K-Kook!"
"Fuck yeah you do. You love this, don't you? Love letting me use you like a little slut." Jungkook groaned, watching the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. "Still hate me?"
"Yes," you spat out bitterly, your pride still clinging on in some semblance as Kook started pounding into you.
Both Taehyung and Jungkook laughed, and it only made your cheeks burn hotter.
"No you don't." Jungkook landed a smack against your pussy, feeling you clench around him in response. "Holy shit, you got so tight. C'mon, squeeze me baby. Show me how much this pussy loves me."
The cry you let out was pathetic, unwittingly obeying his command as your walls contracted around him.
"There we go. That's a good girl. So you can listen."
Taehyung hummed, enjoying the sight before him, watching both of you slowly unravel in each other. He saw it coming a mile away. He was just glad he got to see it finally happen first hand.
"I'm just so glad to see my best friends finally getting along." He pressed a kiss against your cheek, the action surprisingly tender given the filth of the situation. He pulled back, moving behind Jungkook so he could watch the view from his friend's perspective.
Both men watched how coated Jungkook’s cock was in Tae’s cum, the white glistening along his shaft every time he pulled back. Taehyung’s cum helped make the glide easier, extra lubricant added on top of your already dripping wet pussy. You could feel the wetness coating your inner thighs, and wouldn't be surprised if the surface area only grew as Jungkook continued using you like this.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Jungkook moaned, tossing his head back and drilling into you with more fervor, veins popping along his forearms as he slammed his hips against yours. "You're so hot. 'Course a pretty girl like you likes being fucked like a slut."
"So pretty," Taehyung agreed, biting his lip, eyes glued to where both of you were joined. "You're both so fucking hot."
He tilted Jungkook’s chin, turning him to face him as he planted his lips against the younger. Jungkook was responsive to say the least, pressing against Taehyung harder, his hips stuttering for a moment as his brain tried to keep up. Taehyung’s other hand slid down Jungkook’s abs, raking his nails along them to make Jungkook shiver and open his mouth wider.
Jungkook panted, his thrusts getting sloppier as he moaned into Taehyung’s mouth. You could see glimpses of their tongues dancing together with every part of their lips, the whimpers that Taehyung swallowed only driving you closer to the edge. Hearing Kook’s soft pants and moans, muffled against Tae’s lips as he held his face tight in his hand, not letting him free for even a second even as he grew breathless and his whines turned needy, was enough masturbation material for a lifetime.
"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close," Jungkook moaned against Taehyung’s mouth, the words barely decipherable with how Taehyung was devouring him. He whimpered, the sounds getting cut off or replaced with the sound of smacking lips, Taehyung’s grip firm and unrelenting.
Taehyung finally let Jungkook go, letting the younger man moan and suck in deep, greedy breaths of air. Taehyung’s lips were shiny and swollen, and he stared down at where Jungkook was absolutely destroying you, his thrusts starting to get sloppier with every pump. "Cum inside."
Jungkook’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck—"
Taehyung looked down at you, where your eyes nearly crossed with Jungkook abusing your g-spot, the prospect of being filled up by your biggest annoyance making your back arch against the cushions.
"You want it, right?" Taehyung reached up and pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen, feeling his best friend through the barrier. "I can feel how deep Kook is inside you. You want it right here, right? Right where I'm pressing."
He pushed harder, making both you and Jungkook cry out. "Yes! Please, please Kook. Cum in me. I'm so close."
Jungkook’s hand moved down to your clit, pressing demanding circles against it to drive you to insanity. "Cum for me then. Make your pussy beg for it."
Before you knew it you were doing exactly that.
"Fuck, that's it," Taehyung hissed. He leaned more of his weight on the hand pressing down on you, his grin mischievous and wicked. "Good girl."
The combined stimulation from both of them had you spasming around Kook, your walls involuntarily quaking and squeezing his girth as promised. Jungkook let out a guttural groan, your orgasm triggering his own as he hunched over you, his hips stuttering as he began to coat your insides.
You felt the warmth as he starts to fill you up, some gushing out of you already and between your cheeks. Taehyung stopped pressing down on your stomach and grabbed Jungkook’s ass, having him gasp and rut deeper, cockhead firmly pressed against the deepest spot inside of you.
"Keep fucking her," Tae commanded, his tone leaving no room for question.
Jungkook did as he was told, continuing to pump into you as you started to cringe from the overstimulation. Jungkook was too, his groans morphing into weak little whines as he let out every drop into you, fucking you still. You could see the mix of pain and pleasure in his face, his thrusts slowing down as his cock began to soften.
Taehyung squeezed. "Don't stop," he ordered. "Keep fucking her. Don't you dare stop."
Kook, the loyal, pathetic friend he was, obeyed. His weak, stuttering thrusts continued, overstimulating you both as his pelvis rocked against your clit. His pumps were shallower now, lacking the power from before, as though every thrust now took something out of him. Both of you were left breathless, staring into each other's eyes, tears brimming them as you both broke further under Taehyung’s command. The man watched with a shit eating grin, clearly pleased watching your glassy gazes.
Jungkook’s head dipped down, and it took every ounce of strength not to collapse on top of you, humping you slightly with what he had left to give, his hips stuttering and sloppy. You felt a tear fall on your collarbone as he whined, not stopping his movements until Taehyung gently pushed him back.
Both you and Jungkook cringed as he finally pulled out, the white appearing immediately and trickling down on the sheets. Jungkook slumped over you, breathing heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as both of you finally got to come down from your highs.
It turned out, however, that Taehyung was the hardest to satisfy.
He sneered, pulling Jungkook off of you and scoffing at how he broke before you.
"What are you doing? Clean her up since she's been so nice to you."
Taehyung gripped Jungkook by the roots, lifting his head and planting him face first into your used pussy.
Jungkook obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut as he opened his jaw wider, letting you melt in his mouth. He lapped up Tae’s and his own cum readily, humming with satisfaction, his ministrations becoming greedy. You cringed from the sensitivity, but Taehyung didn’t let you run from it, using a hand to pin you down as he leaned over you and kissed the pain away. You tried to focus on how his lips moved against yours, but still found yourself bucking against Kook’s mouth and whining into Taehyung’s.
Taehyung smiled, tightening his grip against Jungkook’s scalp as he pushed him harder against you, chuckling at the tears in your eyes.
"See baby? I'm having him make up for being so mean to you," Taehyung cooed. "What do we say?"
"T-thank you," you weakly stammered out, feeling the coil tighten for the last time.
"There we go. I'll even help."
He shoved your legs further apart to make room for himself, pushing Jungkook’s head lower so he could slide his tongue inside. You gasped when Taehyung’s mouth joined, the dual sensation of two tongues against you bringing you closer to an orgasm no matter how much your body screamed.
Jungkook rose his head up higher, tongue meshing against Taehyung’s as both slid over your clit, trapping it beneath the pressure of the two muscles. Neither man seemed to shy away from each other, and you could hear the wet smack of their lips against each other as they made out, your cunt acting as a third.
Your thighs trembled, the feeling of both of them at the same time, and the visual stimulus of their eyes peaking up at you from between your legs, made the final orgasm of the night especially satisfying. You gave what was left of yourself, seeing white and feeling as though you were floating for a moment. Slowly, you came back down, feeling their hands rub soothingly along your legs and waist.
Both were panting just as hard as you, their pink, swollen lips an enviable shade, glossed with orgasm who-even-knows. Taehyung had a smug, calm smile on his face, whereas Kook had heavy lids, exhaustion starting to set in his bones with how spent he now was.
Taehyung patted your head gently, a stark juxtaposition to his rough demeanor prior. "Back to Earth?" He quipped.
You nodded, post-millionth-nut clarity settling in as you realized your best friend and his just gave you the best sex of your life.
"I guess now I have a better answer for all of those people asking if we've fucked," you joked.
That earned a laugh from Taehyung, and even a grin from Jungkook, who was usually impervious to your quips.
"You're so cute." Whether or not Jungkook meant to say that intentionally was unclear, and you weren't given enough time to think about it because soon he was having you taste yourself on his lips. And him. And Taehyung.
Taehyung was absolutely thrilled watching his two best friends make out, fucking pervert that he is. Everything went just according to plan, even better than predicted, and now he could finally reap the rewards of all his hard work.
When Yoongi gets invited to watch his crush perform, he has no idea what to expect. Jimin stripping on stage and singing a sultry little number while tugging on his hair is definitely not what Yoongi had in mind, but who is he to complain?
"You could have just asked me out," Yoongi teases, raising his drink to his lips before adding, "no need to put on a whole show."
Jimin's mouth falls open again, and he steps close, leaning to speak into Yoongi's ear. "Ah, but you liked the show, didn't you hyung?"
🍓 Yoongi x Jimin
🍓 word count: 19.6k 🙈
🍓 friends to lovers, burlesque au, porn without plot, tooth-rotting fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+
🍓 warnings: top yoongi, bottom jimin. jimin has pink hair and yoongi has a half-up top-knot. this is more or less porn with very little plot. recreational drug use (weed smoking.) jimin performing burlesque and singing while being a flirt. light hair pulling. the burgundy suit from jimin's filter performance, and his kitty gang jacket, and cute lingerie. a hint of jealous/possessive behavior. bickering as a form of flirting. the tiniest hint of sub/dom vibes. safe word establishment. teasing & light humiliation. a little begging. use of good boy and slutty. jimin is shy at times but also a brat and yoongi fights the urge to tame him. a lot of drool, spit, lube, and cum. dirty talk. so much god damn praising. anal (plug, play, eating, fingering, sex.) messy blow job. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. yoongi loves to discuss boundaries & check in. lots of heaven/angel comparisons but only because yoongi is a sucker for how ethereal jimin is (it's not that deep.) too many positions (what was i thinking???) subspace. mating press. cock-warming. after care. tooth-rotting fluff.
🍓 note: a yoonmin fic + jimin doing burlesque was some brainrot shared between @echotoyou and i that i decided to write when their birthday was approaching. but then the big day came and went, and i lost control of this beast for a very long time. she is finally ready hehe. i hope you all (but especially mg!) enjoy!!! finally my years of being a photographer for a burlesque troupe and dating a performer have come in handy for my writing lolol.
🍓 listen along: 🎵 streets by doja cat & yeah, i said it by rhianna (thank you to @sailoryooons for these song choices!!!)
🍓 beta read by @neoneunnajimin!
🍓 posted august 2023 | read on ao3
Yoongi pats his pockets down one last time, fingertips tentatively grazing lumps beneath denim. Phone…wallet…keys. That's everything. He presses the lock button on his open car door, then closes it. In his pocket, his phone buzzes.
Namjoon
Hyung, are you close?
Yoongi
Just parked.
Namjoon
Okay, good. Just making sure you don’t miss anything.
Yoongi rolls his eyes but smiles. He has no idea what to expect – nobody has told him much – but Jimin did say, over and over again, that it was fine if he could not make it. That he would be thrilled if Yoongi could come but understood if he could not. That there would be other shows.
But of course, Yoongi did everything in his power to make it. This is Jimin, after all.
He slides his hands into the pockets of his black denim jacket and moseys from the small parking lot to the sidewalk and around the corner. There is a small congregation of people smoking and loitering outside, under a bright red neon sign that reads Paradise. Yoongi has never been to this bar before – tends to avoid spots on this side of town because it is more popular with college kids, and therefore, the drinks are overpriced.
Everyone outside is done up in some flashy way, wearing sequins and fishnets, glittering eye makeup, and patent leather. Yoongi feels underdressed, wearing a black band tee tucked into black skinny jeans, with a black jacket and black work boots, and he awkwardly runs a hand through his dark, wavy, unstyled, and overgrown hair.
"Yoongi!" a familiar voice shouts, and he looks up in time to find his friend Jeongguk waving him over, past the closest group of smokers.
Even his friends are all dressed up, with sparkly eye glitter and tight, colorful clothing. Hoseok and Jeongguk are in mesh, Taehyung has a burgundy feather boa, and Seokjin and Namjoon are both wearing leather pants. Since when did the two of them own leather pants?
"Ya, you're dressed like a scrub!" Seokjin shouts, making Yoongi's cheeks warm in an instant.
"Nobody told you a single thing about the event tonight, did they?" Namjoon asks sympathetically.
Yoongi shrugs, mutters, "No," and digs his hands further into his pockets.
Taehyung approaches, using his pinkies to brush the hair away from Yoongi's face, cradling a pot of light blue glitter between his fingers. "He probably wanted it to be a surprise," he mutters lowly, unscrewing the pot. "Don't let them make you feel self-conscious."
"I don't," Yoongi responds softly, feeling incredibly self-conscious. He stands still while Taehyung dabs his fingertip into the glitter and allows him to smudge it around his eyes. In the early days of their friendship, Yoongi probably would have fussed, but these days, he lets the youngest two – Taehyung and Jeongguk – do whatever they want.
Jeongguk approaches, unscrewing a stick of pink, shiny lip gloss, and Yoongi huffs out a sigh but stands as still as he can while Jeongguk applies it. "Should put your hair into a bun or something," he mutters before he and Taehyung trade places so Taehyung can smudge blue glitter onto his other eye.
"Your hair is really pretty, hyung," Taehyung adds, screwing the top of the glitter pot back on and sliding it into his very tight white slacks. "You should let me style it."
"Don't we have to go inside?" Yoongi asks.
"We'll head in when the emcee comes on," Hoseok responds, approaching with a mischievous smile. Without asking, he grabs Yoongi's right arm and pulls at the black hair tie that he always keeps on his wrist, then begins separating the top half of Yoongi's hair and making a bun on the top. "Jimin goes on third or fourth."
"What is he doing tonight, again?" Yoongi asks, throwing in the again to make it seem like he may have been privy to information in the past, in case it makes one of them divulge even a crumb of information.
"A little singing," Hoseok mutters, grinning. "You know how it is."
"I literally do not know how it is," Yoongi responds, finally becoming impatient with his friends touching and fixing him.
"You'll see, hyung," Hoseok says as he takes a step back, inspects his handy work, and nods.
Taehyung returns with a knit brow and reaches up to fix Yoongi's glittery makeup, which he allows for a moment before swatting him away, grumbling, "Okay, enough."
"Alright, grumpy cat," Namjoon teases, then passes him a freshly lit joint. "Here."
Yoongi reaches for the joint and takes a hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs before tilting his head upward and releasing it. Then he holds out his hand for the next person to take it, and rolls his shoulders back.
"What kind of song is Jimin singing?" Yoongi half-mutters, expecting next to nothing in response.
Taehyung simply says, "You'll see, hyung," with a wink.
“Is it an original song?” Yoongi tries. He can’t remember Jimin ever talking about songwriting, but he wouldn’t put it past him; Jimin is full of surprises.
The sound of someone shouting into a microphone can be heard, and Yoongi stands at attention, ready to go inside. He can hear people cheering and loud pop music playing.
“Shall we?” Taehyung asks as he takes one last drag at the diminishing joint and hands it to Yoongi.
Yoongi nods and takes another hit, cradling the tiny roached joint between his thumb and forefinger, then holds it out for the others, all of whom hold their hands up and shake their heads. With one last puff, Yoongi flicks it into the street, then shoves his hands back into his jacket pockets.
“Is Jimin part of the opening act?” Yoongi asks, and Seokjin snickers.
“He’s one of the main acts,” Namjoon supplies unhelpfully.
So he must be headlining, Yoongi assumes.
“Hyung is so unobservant when he’s nervous,” Jeongguk teases, and Taehyung chuckles along with him.
“I’m not nervous,” Yoongi grumbles.
He glances around and sees flyers for various events taped to the windows for drag and burlesque shows, and a few for various bands, none of which shows any images of Jimin, or any other performers he has ever seen before. In his pockets, his hands prickle with sweat, and he imagines what kind of instrument Jimin might play. Or maybe he only sings.
Jimin is a somewhat new addition to their friend group, brought in by Taehyung and Hoseok; they all work together. To say Yoongi is smitten would be the understatement of the century. And although Yoongi thinks Jimin may also be interested in him, they have not spoken too much about anything outside of college and work, only seeing one another as part of the larger friend group.
As a major in theater arts with a minor in dance, Jimin works at a local studio teaching children tap and ballet as an assistant to Hoseok. Occasionally, Taehyung substitutes for the older lady who plays piano for the classes. It was natural for them to come together, all close in age, with Hoseok only a year older than the other two.
When Jimin invited Yoongi to come watch him perform, they were all tipsy from one too many bottles of soju. Jeongguk was the last in their friend group to graduate college, and they were all celebrating with drinks and fried chicken.
Even then, when Yoongi asked what kind of show it was, everyone was giggly and secretive. From that moment, he got the feeling that Jimin was definitely flirting with him, with the way his gaze lingered, lips curled into a smile long after Yoongi made him laugh. The more Jimin insisted Yoongi needed to just go and experience the event first-hand, nibbling on his pillowy lip with a somewhat shy, rosy-cheeked grin, Yoongi felt eager to do anything he wanted him to.
“Of course, I’ll be there,” Yoongi promised, and he meant it.
The cheers inside grow louder, and Taehyung takes up the lead, stepping into the bar. Namjoon slings an arm over Yoongi’s shoulder and gently shoves him along with the group. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, but Taehyung mutters something to the door guy, who looks at a list of names and then waves the six of them inside.
Taehyung leads them down a short hallway, into the bar. A long counter lines the left wall, with patrons leaning against it both to order drinks, and to chat with one another. Past the bar top, at the end of the venue, is a stage, and on stage is a woman lip-synching to some upbeat pop song while waving big white feather fans in front of her, enticing the audience to want to see what the fans are covering.
Yoongi has seen clips of performances like this but has never attended this type of show before, and his gaze lingers on the woman, who winks and blows kisses to cheering audience members before Namjoon leads him over to get a drink.
The music is loud and a little tackier than Yoongi’s usual taste, but the bass line thrums through the speakers straight into his bloodstream, building his nervousness to see Jimin, egged on by feeling somewhat high. He wonders what kind of performance Jimin might put on at an event like this, and he cannot imagine what it could be.
“Hyung?” Taehyung asks, tilting his head toward the waiting tender. “First one is on me.”
What he would like is a nice scotch neat, but since Taehyung is paying, he finds a mid-tier whiskey and gets it with a spritz of soda water. The others order, and by the time they step away from the bar, the woman’s song is at its climax, and she is topless, wearing lacy red underwear and bouncing in a way that spins the red tassel pasties on her breasts in a circle. The action makes him chuckle, and when she bows and leaves the stage, he claps his fingers against the back of the hand holding his drink.
“Burlesque, huh?” Yoongi asks, turning to Namjoon while a man in drag takes the stage.
Namjoon waggles his eyebrows while taking a sip from the bright blue concoction in his hands.
“Is Jimin also doing burlesque?” Yoongi asks, earning him a shrug.
Yoongi decides to just stop asking. Clearly, his friends are determined to be completely useless.
Although there is a decent crowd in the bar, most people are mingling about, watching the stage from a distance, or whispering amongst themselves. The emcee introduces another act and leaves the stage, replaced by a person with a very nicely manicured mustache and beard wearing a big orange wig and vintage blue dress. They prance around the stage, lip-synching to a silly pop song that Yoongi has never heard before, winning cheers and applause from the crowd.
Yoongi wonders if Jimin will also come out in drag, and what kind of a gimmick he might have. Would he wear a dress? High heels? A wig? Yoongi imagines Jimin with the bright, exaggerated makeup on and smiles to himself; he bets Jimin would look really pretty.
Taehyung leads the group toward the stage, taking his place just left of the center. The others file in behind him, with Yoongi keeping some distance from the very front. The performer comes by, lip-synching to Taehyung, who pulls some money from his pocket and holds it up while the performer bends and offers their cleavage for him to slide the notes into.
"I don't have any cash," Yoongi grumbles toward Taehyung when the song ends and the performer exits. "Will I need any for Jimin?"
"I got you," Taehyung responds, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of notes, shoving them into Yoongi's empty hand before he has a chance to protest.
Yoongi attempts to straighten out the notes while holding onto his drink. Meanwhile, the emcee returns to the stage.
"Our next performer is a fan favorite," the emcee says with an exaggerated waggle of their eyebrows. Around them, the crowd becomes dense, with someone bumping shoulders and elbows into Yoongi as they get close to the stage. The emcee continues, "A man who needs no introduction because, let's be honest, you're all here to see him…Jimin."
The stage lights go out, and there is some movement – a person carrying items, as well as the light clacking of heels on the wooden stage. Yoongi's heart goes wild in his chest, and he lifts his drink to his lips, watching ahead for more movement in the dark, eager to not miss a thing when the lights come back on.
A red glow illuminates the back edge of the stage, showing the silhouette of Jimin sitting on what looks like a standard black folding chair. He is sideways on the chair with one leg crossed over the other, his arm draped over the back of the chair, and his head tilted back. He appears to be wearing a jacket and slacks, but it is hard to tell.
Also on the stage is a tall, wooden coat rack, and hanging from it appears to be a short mesh robe with fur trim along the sleeves and bottom hem.
Beside Yoongi, a man loudly whispers, "I fucking love Jimin; just wait," to someone else, and Yoongi shifts a little on his feet with anticipation and something like envy stirring in his guts.
A yellow spotlight comes on, shining on Jimin. He wears a fitted burgundy suit and black leather boots with a heel and pointed toe. His light pink hair is styled off his forehead, and he appears to be wearing makeup around his eyes, but it is hard to clearly see. In his hand, which is draped over his knee, is a burgundy wide-brimmed hat.
A familiar oldie comes on, a pop track from the 1950s, and Jimin slowly uncrosses his legs and places both feet on the floor. Female voices sing sweetly before Paul Anka's voice croons, "Put your head on my shoulder."
Only, before the sentence is finished, the song abruptly changes to a sexy R&B track with a trap beat. In that moment, the yellow spotlights turn red, the hat is dropped to the floor, and Jimin's hands are on the chair, supporting his weight as his body bows upward. Briefly, Yoongi thinks he recognizes the song from a bunch of tiktoks Hoseok has made him watch.
The crowd cheers as Jimin rolls his body, then sits and rotates, facing the audience and spreading his legs. A woman's voice comes through, singing, "Like you…like you…like you…I find it hard to find someone like you," while Jimin rolls his shoulders and hips to the song, leaning forward and then back, holding onto this chair as he lifts his hips and lolls his head.
Yoongi is stunned, gripping onto his drink while he watches Jimin stand, spin the chair around and sit once more with his back to the audience and head tipped back while his hands rove over his body. His fingertips lift and fall to the rhythm of the song while they work their way down, down, down Jimin's body, difficult to clearly see and stirring up so many mental images.
Jimin's shoulders and hips sway while his hands disappear, and then he pulls open the burgundy jacket. Everyone around him roars excitedly, cheering and applauding. Jimin holds onto the lapels and turns his head, teasing the audience with his opened jacket before he stands and lets the garment slip down past his shoulders, revealing a matching burgundy button-up that is tucked into his matching slacks and clings tightly to his arms and waist.
With a slow, deep swish of his hips, Jimin faces the audience and begins to rip the dress shirt open from the collar, sending buttons skittering across the stage, earning him whoops and shouts. With a strip of skin exposed, he walks over to the coat rack, turns it in a circle, and dips it as if he were dancing with a person, causing the mesh robe hanging from it to sway.
Each movement of Jimin's body is fluid, clothing clinging to his torso and thighs in a way that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He wears tighter clothing sometimes when they all hang out, but this is the first time Yoongi has really allowed himself to look.
For just a split second, while Jimin is holding the coat rack as if he is cradling the back and neck of a person and lip-synching to the song, it seems like he makes eye contact with Yoongi, causing Yoongi to hold his breath and heavy-blink through the well of excitement and shyness that he feels. It almost looks as if the edges of Jimin's lips lift ever so slightly, but then he releases the rack and spins away from it, swishing his hips as he dips down low and continues to rip open and untuck the button-up shirt with his eyelids fluttering closed.
Yoongi practically forgets there is a song playing, focused so intently on Jimin, that when the singer begins to rap – quick and raspy – matched by Jimin's movements of tearing away the garment and revealing a bare torso with little light-colored heart pasties on his nipples, Yoongi sucks in a gasp that gets caught in his throat, nearly making him choke. Jimin’s bare chest and abdominals are chiseled – carved from the finest clay with careful hands. Yoongi lifts his drink quickly, taking a gulp of bitter whiskey and soda water while the crowd goes wild.
In a swift movement, the pants are torn away from Jimin's waist, revealing long, muscular legs and shiny briefs that match the pasties. Jimin sinks into a squat, rubbing his hands over his legs. Then he sits and lifts one of his legs into a high split, giving Yoongi a very clear eyeful of a bulge and taut thigh muscle, making his mouth fall open.
Jimin unzips the boot from the foot suspended in the air and tosses it aside, then drops his leg down and sweeps his other leg out in a half-squat, half-split while he drags his hands down the length of his leg to the other boot, unzips it, and tosses it near the other one.
He spins, gets onto his knees, which are spread, and rolls his hips, lifting and dropping his ass while his hands rove up to his neck and hair, and his head lolls back. All he wears is shiny briefs and pasties, making Yoongi feel more intoxicated than the glass of whiskey ever could.
The group to Yoongi's right is particularly loud, cheering for Jimin and shouting things like, "That's it, baby, show us how you ride it!" making a shiver run along Yoongi's spine. The objectification makes him feel uncomfortable, but he wonders whether Jimin cares, considering he clearly enjoys stripping for an audience; maybe that is all part of the thrill. Yoongi can't say he blames him.
The song fades out as Jimin gets onto his hands and knees and crawls over to the coat rack, then slowly gets to his feet. As the music ends, the red lights fade to regular spotlights, revealing the briefs, pasties, and mesh robe – which Jimin pulls from the rack and begins to put on – are all a light pink color that matches his hair.
Jimin ties the robe with a cord around his waist, standing barefoot while looking out at the crowd with a soft smile. The audience roars with applause and praise, and Yoongi expects Jimin's performance to be over, but then a stagehand in all black runs out, collects the discarded clothing while another sweeps a large broom across the floor to kick away loose buttons, and he hands Jimin a microphone that has been covered in light pink rhinestones.
Once the men wearing black disappear behind tall curtains, a new song begins, also a slow R&B track, and Jimin lifts the microphone and starts singing, slowly swaying his hips and approaching the front of the stage.
Yeah, yeah…yeah, yeah…
I ain't tryna think about it, no
Taehyung takes a step back, wraps his arm around Yoongi's waist, and pulls him closer to the stage, causing Yoongi to fumble as Jimin approaches. He stands still as a statue with his hands in front of his chest – wad of notes that Taehyung gave him wedged between two fingers while both hands grip tight to his cold, condensation-covered glass of whiskey and soda water.
Jimin's eyes find Yoongi, and he smiles, tilting his head sweetly to the side. To his right, the guys who had been cheering loudly try to close in and reach forward, but Jimin ignores them, looming over Yoongi while he sings in a soft, sweet voice, delivering lyrics that have Yoongi's cheeks absolutely burning.
Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside itI want you to homicide it
As Jimin lifts a hand and reaches out, Yoongi steps forward instinctively, knocking the toe of his boot into the front of the wooden stage, head tilted upward with his eyes never leaving Jimin's face. Around him, hands reach out with money, and some even toss notes to the stage, but Jimin ignores all of it.
Go in slow, but I want you to pipe it
And I think I kinda like ya
Up against the wall, we don't need a title
But Jimin does take the wad of notes that stick out from between Yoongi's fingers, tugging them right out of his weak grasp, and he snakes his hand under the robe and tucks it into the side of his little pink briefs, making Yoongi breathe out a soft chuckle.
Beside him, the guy who seems intent on getting Jimin's attention mutters, "Who the fuck is this guy?" just loud enough that Yoongi can hear him, and pride begins to burn behind his ribs.
Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae
Yeah, I said it, man, fuck a title
Gently, Jimin reaches out toward Yoongi's head, eyes widening and brows slightly lifting as if asking for permission, and Yoongi nods while letting out a shaky breath. Fingers delicately push into his hair, tugging on strands as Jimin takes a handful and releases it, pulling away while dragging his fingertips against Yoongi's cheek. Even the gentlest touch feels electric, and Yoongi sways slightly forward when Jimin's hand drops away.
Boy, I always like to show
Get a little bit, come a little close, now
Arousal builds, and Yoongi feels a bit ashamed considering he and Jimin are friends, and Jimin is hardly touching him in a way that should warrant blood rushing to his dick. But Jimin looks like pure sin wrapped in inviting pink, and the way he stares at Yoongi is playful in a way he has never seen him look.
Take it home on your camera phone
Get a little bad, watch me blow it down
Jimin sinks to his knees, still taller than Yoongi but closer to eye level. With one hand, Jimin reaches for Yoongi's drink, then he has a sip of it and sets it down on the stage. Yoongi's hand stays in the same shape as if the glass had never been removed, and he is not sure what is sexier, the fact that Jimin takes the glass straight from his hand, or that he doesn't even flinch after essentially drinking carbonated whiskey.
Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae
Yeah, I said it… Ooh
With a smirk, Jimin slinks to the very edge of the stage, knees practically bumping into Yoongi's hips. He slips his microphone into Yoongi's hand and lifts it until Yoongi has it in front of his face, as if he is supposed to sing the next line, and then he drapes his arms over Yoongi's shoulders, leans in, and continues.
Yeah, I said it… Yeah, I said it, bae
Yeah, I said it… Ooh
From this close, Yoongi can see a dusting of shimmery pink on Jimin's eyelids, which are lined in black. His lips are glossy, he smells like strawberries, and Yoongi feels stunned in place, questioning whether or not all of this is a dream. Could his friends have slipped something in the weed? Could he be hallucinating?
Jimin sings higher, each word more inviting than the last.
You can be rough, boy, but you won't
One of Jimin's hands slides into Yoongi's hair, and starting from the nape of his neck, he takes a handful. Everyone in the bar fades away; as far as Yoongi is concerned, the only two people in the room are himself and the beauty before him.
Yoongi wonders if this is how Jimin's performances typically go. Does he always pick someone from the audience to tease? Is he always this handsy?
Give me some love, boy, give it to me 'til the morn'
With a gentle tug at his hair, Yoongi practically whimpers, watching as Jimin's lips pull into a sweet, devious smile. Jimin holds onto Yoongi while swaying side to side, knees spreading wide as he dips low and closing as he sits a little higher.
Jimin continues singing—
Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae
Yeah, I said it…
—but he seems less focused on sounding good for the audience and more interested in gently tugging Yoongi's hair and making him gradually fall apart. Soon, he is no longer singing at all, and he releases Yoongi's hair and drags his hand around his neck, past his throat and chin, then up and away, making Yoongi lean forward as if pulled by an invisible string.
Yoongi wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, and Jimin seems to follow the movement before gently tugging his microphone out of Yoongi's tight, sweaty grasp and getting to his feet. Only then, does Yoongi realize the music is fading out. Jimin does a cute little twirl and opens his arms wide, bowing as the audience erupts into cheers, leaving Yoongi too stunned to clap.
The emcee returns to the stage to announce an intermission, and the house lights come on, brightening the space. The crowd thins, and Yoongi heavy-blinks as he takes in his surroundings and allows his soul to return to his body while Jimin prances away, glancing over his shoulder to wink at Yoongi before slipping behind the black curtain.
Two large, warm hands crash into Yoongi's shoulders, and he jumps, sucks in a gasp, and turns to find Namjoon staring at him with a wide smile.
"So?" he has the audacity to ask, and all Yoongi can do is scoff and shake his head incredulously.
"So, what?" Yoongi responds, attempting to play it cool despite the way his heart hammers in his chest.
"Was it life-changing?" Taehyung asks, and Yoongi turns to regard him before remembering his drink is still on the stage and spinning around to retrieve it. When he turns back to his friends, he finds five sets of eager eyes watching him, as well as the stares of strangers, and he ducks his head and gulps down half of his drink.
"It was…" Yoongi begins, trailing off as he attempts to summarize what he just witnessed, blinking through mental image after mental image. "Unexpected," he finally says, lips involuntarily tugging to a smile, which he covers by slamming back the rest of his drink.
"It sure was!" Hoseok says with wide eyes. "Jimin never comes to the edge of the stage like that. People always try to entice him, but he always plays hard to get."
"Oh," Yoongi mutters, letting the words sink in.
"Another?" Jeongguk calls, holding an empty glass, and everyone nods. Hoseok and Taehyung finish their drinks in a gulp while they all turn and make their way to the end of the bar.
As they stand and wait, Yoongi takes a look around the space. Everything is black and chrome and nothing too remarkable, but the place seems to have a chill vibe. And he is grateful to not be the only person wearing denim and a band tee – dressed like a scrub, as Seokjin so elegantly put it.
Taehyung and Jeongguk get drinks, then slink away from the bar to stand off to the side. Then Hoseok and Seokjin order, and finally, Namjoon. Yoongi steps up to the counter and decides to order the same thing he had before – whiskey and soda water.
From beside him, a sweet, familiar voice shouts, "Make that two, please!"
The smell of strawberry perfume hits Yoongi's nose, and he turns to his left to find Jimin smiling widely at him. He wears a white tee tucked into tight, black leather pants, and a black leather bomber jacket with a feathery design embroidered in red and silver beads on the shoulders.
Now that Jimin has touched him – tugged at his hair while looming over like a salacious little threat – Yoongi allows himself to stare a little without feeling the nervous urge to flit his gaze away. The longer he looks at Jimin, the wider Jimin's smile grows.
"Hi, hyung," Jimin says, taking a step closer.
"Hey, pretty," Yoongi responds, feeling self-conscious about his choice of words until he sees the way they make Jimin blush. Pretty, indeed.
Two glasses thunk against the bar top, and Yoongi turns with a gasp, fishing for his wallet.
"On the house," the bartender says, nodding at Jimin.
"Oh," Yoongi mutters, "okay."
"I got the tip," Jimin says beside him, leaning into his personal space to hand a folded wad of notes to the bartender. Jimin adds, "Though, technically, you are paying for it, hyung," close to Yoongi's ear.
"Taehyung is paying for it, actually," Yoongi responds with a smirk, turning to Jimin whose mouth falls agape, scandalized. Yoongi feels the need to defend himself, adding, "Hey, I didn't know what was going on, otherwise I would have come prepared!"
Yoongi picks up both drinks and hands one to Jimin, who responds, "Fair," through laughter as he grabs Yoongi by the bicep and pulls him away from the bar.
Even through his denim sleeve, Yoongi feels a spark of electricity where Jimin touches him. He notices that Jimin has pulled him in the opposite direction of the rest of their friends and decides not to question it. When they find themselves against the wall in a somewhat dimly lit corner, Jimin's hand stays on Yoongi's arm, giving him a tentative squeeze, and Yoongi looks down at Jimin's hand and smiles before meeting his eye.
"You could have just asked me out," Yoongi teases, raising his drink to his lips before adding, "no need to put on a whole show."
Jimin's mouth falls open again, and he steps close, leaning to speak into Yoongi's ear. "Ah, but you liked the show, didn't you hyung?"
Yoongi has a sip of his drink, then he hums as he nods and says, "I did like the show. Your voice is really beautiful."
"Just my voice?" Jimin asks, stepping so close, their shoulders touch.
A chuckle rocks through Yoongi, and he tips his head toward Jimin, who takes a drink with wide, curious eyes. "Not just your voice, no. Everything about you is beautiful."
"Awe, hyung!" Jimin shouts, shoving playfully at Yoongi's shoulder and sending him crashing lightly into the wall.
"Wow," Yoongi responds, snickering. "Last time I compliment a guy."
Jimin places his hand over the spot he shoved and rubs over it, radiating warmth through denim and cotton. He opens his mouth to respond when a small group of men approaches to tell Jimin he did a great job, and Yoongi recognizes one of their voices as the guy who stood beside him during the performance. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow as the man makes eye contact with him, lifting his free hand to place over Jimin's hand, which continues to mindlessly rub over his chest, just below his clavicle.
"Thanks for coming to the show," Jimin mutters politely, turning back to Yoongi.
The group hovers behind Jimin and Yoongi does his best to ignore them, but it feels awkward to have an audience now that Jimin is no longer performing.
"We should finish these drinks and get out of here," Yoongi suggests loud enough for the others to hear him, letting his gaze lift to the group to see if they have.
Jimin chuckles. "Hyung, are you being possessive right now?"
"Maybe," Yoongi responds, tonguing the inside of his cheek. "But if you want to stay while that desperate pack ogles you, by all means—"
Jimin slides his hand from Yoongi's weak grasp to give him another smack, this time on the arm.
"God, you're hot when you're jealous," Jimin says, making Yoongi blush, "but I should stay until the end to support the other performers. There are only four more."
Yoongi nods and accepts Jimin's terms. He wants to clarify that his offer for Jimin to leave with him afterwards is genuine, but the house lights dim, and music plays through the speakers, signaling the return of the show.
Jimin takes Yoongi's hand and pulls him toward the front of the stage, to where the rest of their friends have congregated. Namjoon looks down at their linked hands, then to Yoongi, and he winks, making Yoongi roll his eyes despite how nice it feels to be holding Jimin's hand in public.
The rest of the show goes by in a haze. Yoongi is hardly aware of the performers, hearing a hint of a song here and seeing a whoosh of brightly colored fabric there. All he can focus on is Jimin’s hand in his, Jimin’s voice singing and cheering, Jimin's warmth emitting in welcoming bursts beside him.
Whenever Jimin slips his hand away to clap for each performer, Yoongi follows suit, robotically tapping his fingertips to his glass. And when Jimin takes his hand again, everything blurs and slows down, drowned out by the thrumming of blood in Yoongi’s veins, every sense acutely aware of only Jimin’s proximity – soft and strawberry-tender.
Once the house lights come on again, signaling the end of the show, Yoongi downs the rest of his drink. He feels sluggish and heavy, stumbling slightly when Jimin yanks him over to their friends. He wonders if they will want to keep drinking, whether they will want to go to a new bar. He thinks he would be alright with going to another bar; he parked his car somewhere it can be left overnight.
“Wanna get out of here, hyung?” Jimin asks sweetly in his ear, and Yoongi decides all at once that another bar is out of the question.
“Yes,” Yoongi responds, turning to Jimin with a wide smile that may very well look too eager for his own good.
Jimin chuckles, finishes his drink, and says, “Good,” before leading the way to the bar where their friends are gathering with empty glasses.
Yoongi considers how to break the news; Taehyung and Jeongguk tend to be pretty clingy and weaponize pouts that even Yoongi struggles to defend against, while Hoseok is always eager to keep their hangouts going well into the early morning.
“We’re gonna get out of here!” Jimin announces, gracefully stealing the words from his mouth before he can even begin to formulate them.
Jimin begins to hug everyone before they have a chance to oppose, smacking kisses against their cheeks and thanking them for coming to watch him perform. Most of them seem too dazed to argue.
Yoongi waves to everyone, noticing as they all make some sort of wink or eyebrow waggle at him, then he turns wordlessly and allows himself to get dragged by the wrist through the space, past patrons who attempt to talk to Jimin, and out into the cool night air.
Jimin slides his arm into the crook of Yoongi’s elbow and pulls him along the sidewalk. “I live close,” he says before Yoongi has a chance to ask where they are going. Not that he would protest against being taken anywhere Jimin wanted.
“Did you like the performance?” Jimin asks, bumping his hip against Yoongi as they walk.
“I told you I did,” Yoongi teases, turning to find Jimin smiling while looking ahead.
Jimin’s side profile is all firm lines and glitter, softened when he turns to Yoongi with wide, round eyes and pillow lips. He is stunning, and Yoongi is relieved to be able to stare unabashedly.
“You told me I was beautiful,” Jimin clarifies, raising his eyebrows before looking ahead.
“You are,” Yoongi mutters, remembering the performance. “And your singing was really beautiful. And the…stripping…” he trails off, feeling nervous about his choice of words.
But Jimin does not miss a beat. “You liked watching me strip, hmm?”
“Of course I did,” Yoongi mutters, blushing.
He is tugged around a corner to the right where the streetlights are fewer and the world feels darker, quieter.
“And my dancing?” Jimin asks, walking impossibly closer – the two of them somehow managing to not trip over one another.
“I liked your dancing,” Yoongi responds softly, clearing his throat to speak louder. “Hoseok mentioned you never come to the edge of the stage like that.”
Jimin chuckles, and Yoongi glances to the side, catching his eye before they both look ahead.
“I don’t. That was just for you. I had a couple surprises just for you.”
Yoongi hums questionably, and Jimin says, "There's still one more surprise, in fact."
Jimin stops in his tracks and turns, pulling Yoongi gently away from the sidewalk, onto a grassy area near where tall bushes line the outside of an apartment building. It is even darker, and even quieter, without another soul around as far as Yoongi can tell, and he allows Jimin to wrap his arms around his shoulders and pull him close enough that their lips nearly touch.
“You are special,” Jimin responds with a smile, fingertips playing with Yoongi’s hair. “And you look so cute with your hair half up and your eyes covered in Taehyung’s favorite blue glitter. How could I keep my hands off you?”
“Your admirers seemed pretty jealous,” Yoongi teases as he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, holding him close.
“Let them be,” Jimin mutters softly, ghosting warm breath over Yoongi’s lips, which he wets with the tip of his tongue in anticipation. “The only admirer I care about is you.”
Yoongi smiles, letting his mouth fall open to respond – to tell Jimin he does admire him, so much, in fact, that it makes him dizzy. But Jimin slots their lips together tentatively, hands cradling Yoongi’s neck and back, and Yoongi sinks into the feeling with a sigh, then gently sucks Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth as his pulse quickens.
Jimin’s mouth is warm and soft beyond Yoongi’s wildest dreams. Yoongi rubs his hands over Jimin’s lower back and tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss, licking over Jimin’s bottom lip until it falls open with a gasp, granting Yoongi entrance.
With a slow graze of his tongue over Jimin’s, he feels Jimin tense and shiver in his hold, letting out a soft whine that has arousal crashing through Yoongi. Jimin whimpers, and all Yoongi can think about is the man on stage in his tight little briefs, and his trim, flexible body grinding and swaying so invitingly.
Jimin breaks from the kiss, panting as he tips his mouth away but presses their foreheads together. Yoongi opens his eyes just enough to see Jimin smiling.
“Let’s go inside,” Jimin mutters, sounding breathless, and he releases Yoongi from his hold and leads him up the short set of steps into the building they were just in front of.
“Couldn’t wait two more minutes to get me inside?” Yoongi chides as Jimin tugs him by the wrist down a short hallway, to a door on the right.
Jimin punches in the door code and steps inside the apartment, switching on a bright overhead light that makes the two of them squint. When Yoongi steps in and closes the door, Jimin has his hands on him, pressing him against the wall.
“Are you always such a brat?” Jimin groans, crowding Yoongi’s space.
Yoongi assists Jimin in being close by wrapping his arms around his waist. “I like to tease you,” he rasps, chuckling as Jimin rolls his eyes.
“You were teasing me earlier,” Yoongi adds, sliding one hand up, over the scratchy embroidery of Jimin’s jacket until his hand is on the back of Jimin’s neck. “With your dancing…and your singing…and your hair-pulling.”
“I was being extra sexy once I saw you standing there,” Jimin says sweetly as he slots a leg between Yoongi’s thighs.
“Is that so?” Yoongi asks, tipping his head back against the wall so he can actually see the beauty before him.
Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip and nods his head. “I don’t usually grind on the floor as much. And the little splits I did to take off my shoes was improvised.”
“I might need to see those moves again,” Yoongi mutters, closing the gap between their lips with a soft, chaste kiss.
Jimin sighs and sinks into Yoongi, stomach and chest flush with his. “I have a lot of moves I can show you, hyung,” he responds as he sucks Yoongi’s lip into his mouth hard enough to make Yoongi whimper.
“So show me,” Yoongi practically whines as he licks eagerly over Jimin’s lips.
Jimin heaves a breath and takes a step back, grabbing Yoongi’s hands as they slowly slide from their grasp, walking backward through his tidy apartment, smiling as he mutters, “I’ll show you.”
Abruptly, Jimin stops and shouts, “Wait!” shoving Yoongi backward. Yoongi is confused and cocks his head, allowing himself to be moved, fingers still laced with Jimin’s.
“We have to take our boots off, silly,” Jimin says, unlinking their hands and pressing Yoongi against the wall once more. He leans against Yoongi's chest as he lifts each foot to slide out of his black Chelsea boots and socks, stepping a bit shorter than before.
Once Jimin’s feet are free, he prances away with a giggle, and Yoongi opens his mouth to call after him, but shakes his head and chuckles instead as he bends and unties his boots, toeing out of each one. The sound of a faucet running cues Yoongi to where to go, and he walks through the living room, to the right, and finds Jimin standing in a small kitchen, drinking from a glass of water.
“Thirsty, hyung?” Jimin asks, holding out the glass.
Yoongi takes it and has a drink, then sets it on the counter, and says, “I’m not too thirsty…but I am quite hungry,” watching as Jimin begins to look around with a frown.
“I don’t have much,” he says, “what are you hungry for?”
Yoongi wraps his hands around Jimin’s waist, rubbing both palms over his leather-clad ass.
“You,” he rasps, earning him a groan and a weak smack on the arm. He pouts and adds, “Pretty please?” while batting his eyelashes, and Jimin takes his hand, leading him away.
“Are we leaving every light in your apartment on?” Yoongi asks while Jimin drags him into a short hallway.
With a huff, Jimin turns on the hallway light, then reaches into a semi-open door right in front of them and turns the light on, revealing a bathroom.
“There!” Jimin says with an incredulous glare. “Are you happy, hyung?”
“No,” Yoongi grumbles. “Feels like a waste of electricity.”
“You’re infuriating,” Jimin complains as he shuts off the bathroom and hallway lights. He playfully shoves Yoongi away to storm off to the kitchen and living room, and Yoongi laughs to himself, over the moon with how easy Jimin is to rile up.
When Jimin returns, he grips onto the sleeve of Yoongi's jacket and yanks him roughly down to the end of the short hallway, into a dark room. Yoongi is still laughing, muttering, "Whoa, easy, tiger," as he is pressed into another wall, body against body, with warm breath wafting over his face.
"You'll just have to fuck me in the dark since you're so god damn annoying," Jimin huffs as two hands slide up Yoongi's neck, into his hair and grip tightly.
Yoongi reaches into Jimin's jacket, pushing material away as he grabs him by the waist. Then he twists the two of them, grinning to himself when Jimin huffs out a surprised, "Oof," from the impact of his back being pressed into the wall.
He leans forward, grazing his nose against Jimin's nose as he says, "So you want me to fuck you, hmm?"
"I thought that was a given," Jimin responds, voice less confident than before – trembling, even.
Yoongi hums and noses at Jimin some more, flicking his tongue out and pleased when it grazes over soft lips. "Didn't want to assume," he responds lowly, licking over Jimin's lips once more. "I'm down for anything you want, pretty."
It feels almost frantic the way Jimin's lips crash into his, mouth kissing and nipping while hands shove away Yoongi's denim jacket, sending it to the floor in a heavy lump of fabric. Jimin's hands yank at Yoongi's shirt, pulling it untucked from his jeans, and Yoongi reaches down, gently taking him by the wrists to stop him.
"Wanna see you," Yoongi says. "I take back what I said about the lights; turn them all on so I don't miss anything."
Jimin chuckles and pulls his hands away, then a rustling of fabric is followed by the bright flashlight of Jimin's phone coming on.
"Compromise?" he suggests with a smile that Yoongi barely sees behind the bright white glow. "There's a lamp beside my bed. Be a good boy and turn it on for me?"
Despite the somewhat indignant scoff that rolls through Yoongi's chest and throat, he turns on his heels to make his way through the dark bedroom, determined to be a good boy, indeed. He watches his step, maneuvering around discarded clothing items in the white glow before reaching the bed and finding the lamp.
It takes a few moments of him rubbing his hand over the post and then down to where a cord sticks out, but he finds the little plastic switch and presses it on. A soft, golden light fills the space, and when he spins back around, Jimin is in the center of the room with his jacket draped down past his shoulders.
Jimin begins to saunter over, and Yoongi's brain kicks into gear, going haywire over what he should do – join Jimin and undress him, or sit down and find out whether Jimin feels like putting on another show for him. He opts to sit, but when he turns to make sure the bed is close enough, his knees bump into it, knocking him off balance, and he more or less crashes onto his butt against the mattress.
"So eager," Jimin teases as he rubs his hands over his neck, up into his light pink hair, and back down.
"For you?" Yoongi responds, raising his eyebrows and nodding toward Jimin, feeling zero embarrassment over his floundering. "Absolutely."
"What are you so eager for?" Jimin asks with a grin that grows into something as beautiful as it is dangerous.
"You," Yoongi responds without thinking. "All of you."
Jimin giggles. "Be more specific, hyung."
"I want to watch you strip again," Yoongi says, swallowing a lump of excitement that builds and builds in his throat, threatening to suffocate. "I want to worship you."
With another giggle, Jimin begins to thumb through his phone. The sound of a bluetooth speaker connecting somewhere to the right chimes through the room, and Yoongi turns to glance around, noticing a desk, a dresser, and an open closet door. Garments are strewn about – mostly shirts, it seems – and the dresser appears to be covered in various makeup items, beauty tools, and accessories.
Over the speaker, a sexy R&B track begins to play, and Yoongi turns his attention back to Jimin, who tosses his phone over to the bed, to the right of Yoongi, and begins to sway his hips. Earlier, when Jimin was on stage, Yoongi was awestruck and struggled to fully comprehend what was happening. Especially with others around him cheering and shouting for Jimin, it took time for everything to settle over him.
But sitting in this dim room, just the two of them, knowing the type of body that Jimin has under all that leather and cotton, Yoongi's desire and anticipation reach new heights, and he leans back with his palms spread against Jimin's pink and orange floral comforter while butterflies kick up in his stomach. He almost feels the urge to pinch himself, worried once more that he might be dreaming.
Jimin lets the jacket fall to his wrists, then he lifts one hand slowly, dragging the material upward with his wrist until it slides free and falls. He lifts his other hand straight out and tilts his wrist until the material slides and crumples to the floor, and although it is just outerwear and Jimin is still fully clothed, the seductive movements have Yoongi sitting wide-eyed and mouth agape – entranced.
Yoongi barely registers the song that is playing, but he does not need to. Jimin's shoulders and hips amplify its tune, turning it into something tangible – something he could reach out and feel. Slowly, Jimin turns, and, with his fingertips dancing over the material of his t-shirt, he begins to untuck it little by little.
White cotton drags over muscular shoulders with every movement, while black leather hugs his ass and thighs tightly. Then Jimin does a cute turn and sways down, bending his knees before swishing back up while lifting his shirt over his tummy and up, up, almost to his chest before spinning again and looking over his shoulder, pretending to be shy.
Yoongi scoffs and shakes his head, absolutely charmed by Jimin's little show, still toeing the line between playful and sexy as the shirt lifts over his head completely and Jimin tosses it over his shoulder, straight at Yoongi's face. Yoongi barely lifts his hands, allowing the fabric to gently clobber him in a wave of warm strawberry, and when it falls to his lap, he lazily takes it in one hand and holds onto it.
"Still wearing those cute hearts?" Yoongi asks, and when Jimin mock-pouts and says, "Sorry, hyung, I took them off," he feels the tiniest tinge of sadness.
"What a shame," Yoongi responds, wetting his lips as Jimin turns and saunters closer, hands rubbing over his nipples, keeping them covered. "They were cute."
"You're cute, hyung. But no touching unless I say you can," Jimin instructs softly but firmly, nibbling his bottom lip while slotting one leg between Yoongi's thighs and lifting his other knee to the bed.
Yoongi tips his head back, leaning to give Jimin space as he rolls and grinds his hips, rubbing his hands up, over his neck, and into his hair, and then down, over his nipples and abdominals. Jimin is delicate hills and valleys of taut muscle and soft skin, and all Yoongi can do is stare at the beauty before him while swallowing the saliva that has pooled beneath his tongue, threatening to drool past his lips.
"Like what you see, hyung?" Jimin asks, making Yoongi chuckle.
Yoongi has to find his voice, softly clearing his throat. "You know I do."
With a deep, inviting hum, Jimin presses his thigh between Yoongi's legs, applying just enough pressure to make the air get trapped in his lungs. Arousal simmers through Yoongi, and he gasps, which becomes a soft chuckle when he notices the playful look on Jimin's face.
"Evil," Yoongi groans when Jimin's leg grazes over him again, feeling blood rush straight to his dick.
"What's the matter, hyung?" Jimin sing-songs as he takes a step back, spins around, and lowers his ass to Yoongi's lap.
With both hands planted on Yoongi's knees, Jimin rolls his hips in circles and grinds them forward and back, and Yoongi squeezes the comforter in both palms as he groans from the pressure, fighting how badly he wants to touch.
The song switches to something else sultry and unfamiliar, and Jimin reaches back with one arm that drapes over Yoongi's shoulder, resting his head on his other shoulder while his hips lift and fall in quick but soft movements that graze over Yoongi's crotch.
"You're good at this," Yoongi mutters, dazed, hardly sounding like himself.
Jimin hums in agreement and says, "I'm good at a lot of things."
A particularly firm press of Jimin's ass against Yoongi's constricted dick has his eyes fluttering closed, and he practically whines, "Show me everything."
Jimin sits up, taking away the arm around Yoongi's shoulder, then glances back with a mischievous smile, still moving his hips in inviting circles. Yoongi can hear the slow drag of a zipper, each tooth releasing as Jimin's arms make small movements in front of him. And then he lifts his hands to the waistband of his pants, hooks his thumbs under the black leather to slowly push the garment down.
The movement is agonizingly slow, only revealing an inch before he pulls back up and begins to drag down little by little, exposing pinkish-white satin briefs. Yoongi wants to grab onto the pockets and yank the material to the floor, losing all sense of sitting like a good boy.
"You're killing me," he grumbles, fisting the blanket tight.
With a giggle, Jimin stands, pushes the pants all the way to his thighs, and then sits again, grinding down on Yoongi's lap. The delicate curve of Jimin's waist into soft hips and a round, perfect ass has Yoongi reeling; the fact that he has Jimin all alone, and he is teasing him like this, is still a bit hard to comprehend. And, to make matters worse – or better – sticking out from under Jimin's satin panties are white lace garters connected to white mesh thigh-high stockings.
Yoongi groans, eager to show his appreciation while feeling at a loss for words, earning a light giggle in response.
"How badly do you want to touch me?" Jimin teases, glancing over his shoulder.
Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth, raising his eyebrows while Jimin continues to watch him. "Oh, I'm going to fucking ruin you the second you give me permission to."
It is subtle the way Jimin's eyes widen and all mirth melts from his features – it only lasts a split second. But Yoongi clocks it, and he smirks, feeling victorious.
Jimin turns and stands, bending himself in half while pushing his pants down to his ankles, and Yoongi watches as more drool pools under his tongue, gaze drifting down to where Jimin peeks from around his ankles to smile before slowly standing back up. He steps from the crumpled leather and then kicks the garment away before turning to Yoongi with his cock straining hard in those tight little briefs as he straddles his lap.
"How was this performance, hyung?" Jimin asks, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's shoulders to play with his hair.
At some point, the song had changed, but Yoongi barely registers the downtempo beat, staring at Jimin, who giggles and wiggles his hips back and forth in a quick, playful movement. He lifts his right hand and then drops it back to the blanket with a groan, rolling his head back and taking a quick moment to close his eyes.
"It was more of a tease than the first one," Yoongi grumbles, tracing the soft lines of Jimin's neck and shoulders with his eyes before looking at his face. "But it was great, all the same; I thoroughly enjoyed it."
Jimin reaches down and palms over Yoongi's dick, which sits bunched up at an uncomfortable angle under restrictive denim, making him gasp from the pressure-ache that tears through him.
"I can tell how thoroughly you enjoyed it, hyung."
At this, Yoongi chuckles, biting the inside of his mouth and biding his time for when it is his turn to be a menace.
"Did you notice my final surprise?" Jimin asks.
"The garters and stockings?" Yoongi asks, eyes drifting downward.
"Not that," Jimin responds, and Yoongi cocks his head, unsure what he means.
"No…" he mutters.
Jimin stares incredulously, heavy-blinking in disbelief. "What, really?" he practically shouts. "My ass was right in your face, how did you miss it?"
"I mean…your ass is…surprisingly perfect," Yoongi tries.
With a playful huff, Jimin rolls his eyes, grabs Yoongi's right hand, and wraps it around him, making Yoongi cup one of his cheeks.
"You can touch only with this hand," Jimin says with an insistent gaze, "and only on my butt."
The material of these briefs is thin and smooth, gliding softly under Yoongi's palm. It takes Yoongi a moment of rubbing over the soft flesh, squeezing gently, and mapping its shape before his fingertips brush over something hard, making Jimin suck in a sudden gasp of air.
"Oh?" Yoongi asks, grazing his fingertips against the spot with more purpose, making Jimin squirm. "What have we here?"
Jimin whimpers as Yoongi presses against the hard, round surprise before taking a handful to squeeze and spread, turning his sounds into soft moans.
"Were you wearing this plug during the performance?" Yoongi asks, head tipped back to watch as Jimin's lips tremble and search for what to say.
"Yes," he finally sighs, lolling his head back with a moan when Yoongi passes his fingers firmly over it again.
"You performed wearing an anal plug?" Yoongi asks again, watching as Jimin's cheeks flush and his eyes widen.
Jimin leans forward and presses his forehead against Yoongi's, nodding while whimpering a broken, "Uh-huh."
"While dancing and singing and tugging on my hair?" Yoongi continues, "While those eager boys stood and watched you flirt with me, you wore this, hoping I would bring you back here and find it."
"Yes, hyung," Jimin moans, and god if Yoongi had not already been fighting back the urge to absolutely destroy this pretty man in the most delicious ways possible, he would be now.
"You wanted me to find this plug, hmm?" Yoongi presses and rubs over it, squeezing and spanking while his other hand grips onto the blanket for dear life. "Wanted me to bend you over and pull it out…stretch you further on my cock…didn't you?"
"Hyung," Jimin whines, hips rolling lazily into Yoongi's touch.
Without another word, Yoongi slides his hand away and anchors himself back against the bed. Jimin scrambles, sitting back with his eyes bulging wide, making Yoongi chuckle.
"So naughty," Yoongi teases, voice full of mirth and sparking a petulant fire in Jimin's eyes.
"Hyung!" Jimin shouts, lifting a hand to smack Yoongi on the chest, which Yoongi catches despite not being given instruction to touch, just yet. Jimin looks incensed and gasps, eyes going between Yoongi's hand and his face.
"It's my turn," Yoongi rasps, biting back a grin. "Let me touch you."
Jimin blinks at him, clearly still processing the teasing, and Yoongi raises his eyebrows, impatient.
"Fine," Jimin huffs brattily, yanking his hand from Yoongi's grasp and sliding from Yoongi's lap to take his place beside him on the bed. "It's your turn to strip, hyung. Give me a good show."
Yoongi stands, walks a couple paces into the room, and turns, letting the movement flow with the beat of whatever song is playing – something a little quicker-paced but still sexy enough to dance to. He rubs his hands over his neck, down his pecs, and over his tummy, watching as Jimin rests back on his palms with his thighs slightly spread, intently following every movement.
Then Yoongi grips onto the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls it quickly over his head, messing up his hair in the process. He flings the garment at Jimin with maybe just a little too much force, and it hits him in the chest, falling to his lap.
"Wh—hyung!" Jimin shouts, tossing the shirt aside as Yoongi quickly undoes his belt and fly and shoves his jeans to the floor, stepping out of one side and then the other, and then reaching down to yank away his socks.
"This is the worst strip tease I have ever seen!" Jimin shouts despite his eyes roving over Yoongi's body with a hunger that says otherwise.
Yoongi approaches in two swift strides and bends to take Jimin by the backs of his knees. He lifts and spreads Jimin's legs, sending his back crashing against the bed, scrambling and squealing while Yoongi leans forward, legs draped over his hips, and grins.
"What did I tell you I was going to do, Jiminah?" Yoongi asks sternly, caging Jimin in with his hands against the bed while Jimin's frantic movements cause their clothed cocks to rub against one another in an addictive jolt of energy.
"R-ruin me," Jimin pants as his flailing slows to a stop.
Yoongi grins. "That's right. I am going to absolutely ruin you. Now be good for me and get on your hands and knees."
It appears to take about two seconds for Jimin to process Yoongi's words before he crawls back on his elbows, getting fully onto the bed, and turning to position himself on his hands and knees while Yoongi sinks down to the floor. Jimin moves toward the center of the bed when Yoongi stops him.
"Ah, ah, come back here, pretty." He pats the mattress as if calling over a puppy. "Want you right here."
Jimin crawls backward with a somewhat dazed, borderline humiliated look on his face, and Yoongi waits patiently until Jimin is settled on the edge of the bed with his ankles hanging near Yoongi's head.
"Perfect," Yoongi groans as he sits high, reaches for the waistline of Jimin's pretty satin briefs, and pulls, uncovering his prize in all its soft yet muscular glory.
Yoongi practically moans at the sight of Jimin stretched around a metal toy with a light pink rhinestone in the center, and he wastes no time reaching two handfuls of soft flesh to squeeze firmly in his palms. He spreads his hands wide to graze his thumbs over the toy, then uses one hand to begin slowly tugging on it while keeping Jimin spread.
"God, look at you," Yoongi groans as Jimin's pucker tenses and relaxes with each movement. "Is this what you wanted? When you invited me to come watch you perform, did you picture me bending you over and playing with your ass afterward?"
"Yes," Jimin whines, sending a shiver down Yoongi's spine.
Yoongi uses his palm to gently strike Jimin's ass. The sound cracks through the room, punctuated by a moan, and Jimin shutters as he relaxes.
"What did you imagine, exactly?" Yoongi asks, hearing a dazed, "What?" come from Jimin.
"When you nestled this pretty little toy inside yourself tonight," Yoongi clarifies, rubbing over the reddened mark of his hand. "What were you imagining I would do to you?"
"I thought you would want to f-fuck me," Jimin says, sounding somewhat bashful. How cute.
Yoongi rubs over Jimin's ass with both hands, then taps the tip of his index finger over the end of the toy, making Jimin tremble. "Is that all?"
"N-no," Jimin whimpers.
"Awe, is pretty Jimin too shy to dirty talk to his hyung now that he has me right where he wants me?"
All he hears in response is a low whine, and Yoongi chuckles, smacking and squeezing Jimin's ass just enough to make his legs quake. He wonders if Jimin likes becoming pliant and malleable in someone else's hands.
"I can tell you what I imagine," Yoongi offers, sitting back before getting onto his feet to rub over Jimin's back and bend over him, draping himself to speak low into Jimin's ear.
Jimin nods.
"What I've imagined since the day we met—" Yoongi reaches with one hand to Jimin's chin and lifts his head up, then presses two fingers into his warm, wet mouth, "—is watching these sinful fucking lips wrap around my cock."
Jimin sucks on Yoongi's fingers, stirring a fire in his belly, and Yoongi nuzzles their cheeks together, pulling away as Jimin releases him with a pop.
"And what I've imagined since that little performance of yours tonight—" Yoongi gently grips Jimin's chin and pulls him so that he is held in place, back arched and neck craned, looking him in the eye, "—is the sight of you riding me…using me to make yourself cum…squeezing me so nice and tight…all while tugging on my hair."
Jimin's eyes blow wide, and he gasps, staring at Yoongi as if he has just personally hung every star in the night sky. Reverent.
"Would you like that, pretty?" Yoongi asks, and Jimin nods.
Yoongi grins. "Use your words, baby."
Brighter and wider, Jimin's eyes turn to heavenly disks, and Yoongi makes a mental note to call him baby a lot more.
"Yes, hyung," Jimin mutters sweetly.
"Say my name. Tell me what you need."
"Yes, Yoongi," Jimin responds. "I need…you. Anything you want, please."
With a soft kiss against Jimin's cheek, Yoongi lowers Jimin down, continuing to drape himself over his body, keeping his weight from pressing on him too much.
"Do you like to be more in control," Yoongi asks, dancing fingertips in Jimin's pink hair, "or do you like to submit?"
Jimin's voice has a slight tremble when he says, "Submit."
"Do you like it rough or soft?"
"Both."
Yoongi groans, pleased with that answer. "Do you have a safe word, baby?"
"S-strawberry."
"Strawberry, of course," Yoongi says, grinning. "Good. I'm going to make you feel so good, baby."
Yoongi feels Jimin's body relax beneath him as he sighs, "Please, Yoongi," in a voice fit for an angel.
Eager to learn all the pretty ways Jimin can sing, Yoongi gets back onto his feet, running his fingertips over the length of Jimin's back before dropping to his knees. He spreads Jimin wide, leans forward, and licks from just beneath the end of the plug to just above it, tasting cold metal and zirconia with a sticky-sweet hint of lube.
Jimin moans low and arches his back, pressing his ass against Yoongi's face, and Yoongi chuckles as he grips tightly to both cheeks and licks again and again, straight lines and rounded ones, tasting and teasing.
"Do you get really sensitive?" Yoongi asks as he rests his cheek against the soft curve of Jimin's ass and takes the end of the toy between his fingers, tugging it ever so slightly – just enough to make Jimin whine.
Jimin mutters a pitchy, "Uh-huh."
"Words, baby," Yoongi instructs with a somewhat stronger tug.
Jimin sobs as he says, "Yes, Yoongi!"
"Good," Yoongi groans as he nuzzles against Jimin and nips gently at his skin. "We're gonna have a lot of fun together."
With a firm tug, Yoongi begins to pull the toy, taking it nice and slow while Jimin's hole stretches around the bulb. Jimin sobs with shaking legs, and Yoongi lifts his head and drops a dab of spit as he pushes the toy back in and gives it another tug.
Back and forth, he tugs and presses, with more spit and kisses against Jimin's soft skin, again and again, until finally Jimin opens wide and releases the plug with a soft wail.
"That's it, baby," Yoongi praises, licking over Jimin's rim with a firm twist of his tongue, making him moan. "So good for me."
Yoongi stands on somewhat shaky legs – knees, and calves tired from being bunched up on the floor – and he moves to the bedside table, grabs a tissue from a small box, and places it down to rest the plug onto. "You got lube in here?" he asks, tapping his fingernails against the small door on the front of the table.
"No, on top," Jimin responds, and Yoongi glances around, then finds the bottle wedged behind the tissue box.
"Is this the lube you used earlier?" Yoongi asks as he returns and takes in the sight of Jimin on his knees with his face pressed against his floral comforter.
"Don't pick on me," Jimin pouts, frowning, making Yoongi chuckle fondly.
"Not picking on you, baby," Yoongi responds, patting the center of the bed, closer to the pillow. "Come up here."
With a whimper and even deeper pout, Jimin anchors himself on his hands, and – like a doe learning to walk for the first time – fumbles and sways with forward momentum until he slams his chest down onto a pillow and wraps his arms around it.
Yoongi gets onto the bed and crawls on his knees behind Jimin. The satin briefs are still around Jimin's legs, keeping him from spreading his knees too far, and Yoongi leaves them in place, curious how Jimin might enjoy a little movement restriction.
With his thumb, Yoongi flips open the lid of the lube bottle, then he squirts a generous amount onto his index and middle fingers and rubs the pad of his thumb through the sticky substance to warm it just a little. Then he rubs the slicked tips of his fingers over Jimin's hole, watching the way he trembles from even the slightest of touches.
Slowly, Yoongi presses the tip of his middle finger in, testing how far the toy has stretched him. Although Jimin moans, his voice is steady as Yoongi pushes all the way to his knuckle and twists. The muscle does not squeeze too tight, so he pulls out and gently slides in another.
With his index finger added, Jimin squeezes him with a deep whimper and then relaxes. Yoongi takes it slow, rubbing his palm soothingly over Jimin's ass and thigh, pulling his fingers back and pressing them forward little by little.
"Let me know if you need me to slow down or stop, pretty," Yoongi says as he watches his fingertips get swallowed.
"Don't stop," Jimin whimpers, "give me more."
"More?" Yoongi teases, drawing the word out nice and long.
"Please, Yoongi."
Yoongi twists his fingers as he pushes and pulls, listening to Jimin's deep voice become high-pitched and raspy. Satisfied with how Jimin feels around him – swallowing eagerly but not with a death grip – Yoongi adds his ring finger.
Jimin trembles and bleats broken syllables as Yoongi presses three fingers into him. He twists slowly and dribbles spit onto Jimin's rim, giving himself a little more slide, working himself a little deeper. And Jimin takes him so well until he gets to his knuckles and the stretch feels too tight.
"Fuck," Jimin gasps, legs quaking. "Feels s-so good, but it—'s too much."
"I got you, baby," Yoongi says softly, planting kisses over Jimin's ass and upper thigh as he slides his fingers out and pauses. "Call your safe word if you want a break."
"No," Jimin pants. "I don't want a break, your fingers are just…they're too good."
Yoongi chuckles, slowly pressing his fingers back in, stopping before the knuckles, as he says, "Just breathe for me," with his lips dragging over Jimin's soft skin.
Labored, panicked breaths make Yoongi smile and shake his head, and he slowly pulls out as he clarifies, "Breathe slowly, Jiminah. Don't make yourself dizzy; I don't need you passing out on me."
An impatient groan muffled by a blanket makes Yoongi sit up high on his knees and angle his body to get a look at Jimin, whose face is squished cutely into the bed with flushed cheeks and a frown in his brow.
"Ya, what is it?" Yoongi teases, using his lubed fingers to give Jimin's ass a little smack, smiling at how the man cries and quakes.
"Wanna ride you," Jimin groans indignantly.
Yoongi wants to rile Jimin up so badly. He considers tickling the man until he crashes to the bed laughing – and probably throwing a tantrum. He wants to threaten not to let Jimin do anything he wants, just so he can be pouty and bratty and make Yoongi put him in his place a little – gently and sweetly, of course. He has to hold his tongue to not chide the poor guy for how grumpy and impatient he is, even as Yoongi stretches him.
But he does not. Instead, Yoongi rubs both hands over Jimin's ass, spreading and squeezing while settling back down again. "I thought you wanted to be submissive," he asks, with only a hint of mirth.
"I do," Jimin responds, pout still evident in his tone. "I want to do both. I can't make up my mind."
"You can do both," Yoongi insists with a smirk, reaching for the lube bottle to slick his fingers back up. "I would love it if you rode me, baby. But if you can't take three knuckles, you sure as hell can't take my cock. So why don't you be a good boy and breathe nice and slow while I stretch you open, yeah?"
The breathy way in which Jimin mutters, "Yeah," tells Yoongi his message has been received loud and clear. The prospect alone of Jimin riding him has him very eager to get the other nice and ready.
Yoongi slathers his three fingers in lube and begins to press them in. Jimin still huffs his exhales, but he is breathing less like a man who might be dying, for which Yoongi is grateful. It takes plenty of twisting and coaxing to slowly get the muscles to open for him, but Yoongi is patient, kissing and sucking on Jimin's skin while watching his fingers get swallowed.
When Yoongi finally does finger Jimin past the knuckle – accompanied by a pitchy squeal and Jimin begging, "Fuck, fuck, don't stop, please don't fucking stop," – he stops, letting Jimin adjust to the stretch.
"That's it," Yoongi praises, rubbing his palm over Jimin's ass and thigh while his fingers stay nestled deep inside him. "I knew you could take me. Just had to be a little patient."
"I've fantasized about how your knobby knuckles would feel but fuck, they are so big," Jimin whines, making Yoongi laugh.
He squeezes Jimin's ass in his palm, then slowly begins to pull his fingers out, watching as Jimin opens wide to accommodate him once more. "You've fantasized about my fingers, huh?"
"H-hyung," Jimin groans, sounding embarrassed.
"Say my name, pretty," Yoongi sweetly commands as he twists his fingers out and begins to plunge them back in, meeting far less resistance.
"Y-Yoongi," Jimin sobs, trembling as Yoongi twists – pulling out and pushing back in.
The sight of his fingers getting swallowed whole has Yoongi's jaw hanging slack, drool pooling beneath his tongue. Jimin is an absolute vision, and the more his light-dusky pucker becomes flushed and reddened with pleasure, the hungrier Yoongi is to give and give and give. Anything to paint him prettily with bliss. Anything to hear the sweet, broken sounds he makes.
"What is it, baby," Yoongi asks, twist-pulling and plunging deep.
Jimin hiccups and Yoongi rotates his torso to lean just enough to see Jimin's fist grasping at the comforter. "N-need you."
"I'm here," Yoongi coos while rubbing his palm over Jimin's ass and lower back, fingertips mapping and memorizing. "You're almost ready for me."
Yoongi pulls out, then uses the index fingers of both hands hooked into Jimin's rim to open him nice and wide. Jimin sobs as Yoongi stretches him, slowly plunging his fingers in and out in a push and pull, watching as the welcoming rings of muscle tense and relax.
"Wh-what are you doing to me?" Jimin groans, as he sinks a little further forward, pushing his ass ever so slightly higher.
"Admiring you, baby," Yoongi says, sitting high on his knees to dribble a dollop of spit into Jimin's hole to squelch between his two fingers. "You have no idea how fucking perfect you are."
Jimin hiccups as he moans, and Yoongi slowly pulls out, one finger and then the other, watching as his pucker tightens and tightens.
"Alright, baby," Yoongi says as he sits back on his knees and open-palm kneads at Jimin's fleshy thighs, feeling supple skin, rough lace, and soft mesh against his palms. "Wanna be a good boy and show hyung how you ride cock?"
A pitchy, garbled, "Uh-huh," leaves Jimin's mouth in a rush as he pushes himself on shaking limbs until he is seated on his knees. Yoongi slides off the bed and walks toward the head, moving pillows and the comforter out of the way, revealing a pretty green floral sheet. He pushes his dark briefs down to the floor, stepping out of each side as he places his knees onto the bed, knee-walks the center, and then sits, spreading his thighs while Jimin grabs the bottle of lube and hobbles close.
Without preamble, Jimin cages Yoongi's hips between his arms and licks a slow stripe up the underside of his aching, neglected cock, sending a thrill of pleasure shooting through him that has a moan storming from his lungs. Yoongi's head thumps against the headboard as he sinks against the cool, wooden surface, and he lifts his hands to gently take Jimin by the hair and chin.
"Hyung tastes so good," Jimin coos sweetly, glancing up through his eyelashes while poking out his pretty pink tongue to lap at the dribble of precum at his tip.
Yoongi was not planning on getting his dick sucked – he was dead set on Jimin's pleasure first and foremost, eager to give absolutely anything to him that he wants. But if what Jimin wants is to put those pretty lips to use, Yoongi would not dare say no.
"Is that so?" Yoongi urges, eager to press Jimin to say more – hopeful that he will turn shy and sweet like before.
Jimin nods, blinking with a lust-drunk haze in his eyes before looking down into Yoongi's trimmed dark pubes as he says, "Salty-sweet…so yummy…"
"It's all yours, baby," Yoongi says as he drags his trimmed, blunt fingernails along the sharp lines of Jimin's jaw. "Anything you want, it's yours."
Jimin lets his tongue hang long, blinking upward while drool pools and dribbles onto Yoongi's tip, dripping down to disappear from view. "Want to make a mess," he slurs, barely pulling his tongue back enough to speak clearly.
"Yeah?" Yoongi urges, "you wanna make a mess of me, baby?"
Jimin nods, curving his lips upward, saliva pooling and dripping. Yoongi fights the urge to beg him to do more – wants Jimin to go at his own pace and enjoy himself, even if it means Yoongi vibrates with nerves and anticipation, bordering on impatience and flat-out desperation.
Luckily, Jimin does not make him wait long. With a deep, eager groan, Jimin sucks Yoongi's tip into his mouth without using his hands, then curves his back and neck, doing his best to swallow him down. Pleasure quakes through Yoongi, and he sinks further into the bed, dragging his head back against the headboard while he moans deep and appreciative.
He tips his head to the side to watch Jimin's spit-slick petal lips drag along his length. Jimin hums and moans, which vibrates just enough to make Yoongi shiver, sucking his cheeks and swishing his tongue in a hypnotic dance.
Slowly, Yoongi climbs to the precipice of bliss, further each time Jimin takes him a little deeper and swallows a little harder. Then Jimin changes position, sitting higher on his knees, and he takes Yoongi into his throat and swallows hard, sending a heavy wave of euphoria crashing inside him. Yoongi's fingers, which had been loosely holding onto Jimin's hair and face, grip onto Jimin's hair, and he tugs gently without pulling too hard.
"Shit, baby, that's it," Yoongi whines, voice coming out pitchy and breathy. "Won't last if you keep swallowing me like that."
Jimin hums and swallows harder, holding Yoongi in his throat long enough to make Yoongi begin to spiral; long enough for Jimin to come up for air with a heavy gasp. Spit hangs from Jimin's lips and tongue in thick strings, and when he blinks, mascara leaves little black streaks on his face.
"Pretty, messy baby," Yoongi praises with a smile that feels crooked and heavy. He knows he must look absolutely fucked out, and the way Jimin's eyes shimmer has affection blooming deep behind his ribs.
Jimin grins, then sinks back down, sucking and swallowing eagerly while setting a quick pace bobbing his head. The faint pass of Jimin's teeth along Yoongi's length sends a tickle up his spine that has his back arching, and with each upward stroke of his lips, spit collects and trickles, coating his balls and dribbling over his asshole.
Yoongi is close, and he grips Jimin's hair a little tighter, guiding his head a little deeper. He whimpers broken pleas for Jimin to keep going that hardly sound like words – whisps of sounds flitting into the air as he struggles to keep his bearings. Jimin's mouth is better than Yoongi could have possibly anticipated, and he submits fully to letting Jimin send him straight into the clouds. He wants to cum down that pretty throat so badly.
"Fuck," Yoongi mutters, finally finding his voice. "Gonna cum, baby. Will you swallow for me?"
Jimin seems to try to nod, muttering some kind of response that amounts to consonants and sputtered drool, and Yoongi loosens his grip on Jimin's hair, letting his hands slide and fall away to fist at the sheet, instead. It only takes three more passes of those perfect fucking lips to make Yoongi absolutely dissolve.
"Gonna c—" is all he chokes out before painting Jimin's tongue and throat.
Jimin gags slightly but continues to suck and swallow, humming and moaning between Yoongi's sharp, raspy sounds of pleasure. His orgasm flows through him hot and quick, erupting and intoxicating. Only once he is trembling from overstimulation does Jimin release his cock, licking once more from base to tip with his mouth hanging agape.
Streaks of viscous white streak Jimin's tongue, and Yoongi takes him by the jaw and gently lifts, urging Jimin to sit up and crash into him. Yoongi licks into Jimin's mouth, tasting his own heady release, and Jimin melts forward, laying his torso heavily against Yoongi while very slowly crawling up into a seated position on his lap.
"Was that what you were imagining, hyung?" Jimin asks against his mouth, making Yoongi chuckle.
"Better," he rasps. "I could never have imagined anything feeling that good, Jiminah."
Jimin blushes as he asks, "Did you like how my lips looked?" and Yoongi raises an eyebrow, tilting his head back to get a better look at him. "Wrapped around you," Jimin continues, nibbling on his plush, kiss-swollen bottom lip.
"You know I did." Yoongi leans in to place a soft kiss against Jimin's lips, deciding instead to suck them into his mouth, one after the other, making him giggle. "You looked and felt like heaven, baby."
Jimin leans back into Yoongi, wrapping his arms around his neck and gently tugging at his hair. They kiss, lick, suck, and nip in unhurried movements, tasting and teasing while Yoongi's dick recovers and begins to harden once more. Sticky-cool saliva transfers from Jimin's chin to Yoongi's, aiding in the mess that was promised, and Yoongi slowly sucks at Jimin's tongue tip, making him drool even more.
Time grinds to a halt, suspended and of no use to them. Yoongi passes his hands over Jimin's shoulders, down the slopes of his back and hips and ass – anywhere he can reach. Occasionally, Jimin shivers and sighs, and Yoongi cannot help but smile, endeared and eager to know every single sensitive spot he may have.
One of Jimin's hands leaves Yoongi's hair and travels down, tickling as his fingernails delicately scrape down his pec, across his ribs, to his hip. When Jimin wraps his hand around Yoongi's growing erection, engulfing him in pleasure and warmth, Yoongi gasps, rolling his eyes back and nodding as he mutters, "Almost ready for you."
Jimin releases Yoongi and reaches for the lube before using both hands to slick him up. Yoongi is grateful that Jimin does not warm it in his hands, hissing with delight at the cold touch. Jimin giggles deviously, chewing on his lip, and Yoongi gazes down at his cock between two slender, pretty hands before returning his attention to Jimin's face.
"Now are you ready, hyung?" Jimin asks as he sits high on his knees and positions himself over Yoongi's tip.
Yoongi uses both hands to steady Jimin's thighs, dancing his fingertips over the stockings, then gripping gently while Jimin reaches up to the top of the headboard and leans his chest close to Yoongi's face.
"I don't think I could ever fully be ready for someone as perfect as you fucking me, Jiminah," Yoongi confesses with a smile, tilting his head until his tongue is able to flit out and drag over a dusky, pert nipple. "You'll just have to give it to me; force me to be ready. Don't hold back."
"As you wish, hyung," Jimin responds sweetly as he begins to sink down.
The tip of Yoongi's cock breaches Jimin's hole with a shutter and whimper from both men in tandem. Yoongi grips Jimin's hips bruisingly, expecting Jimin to stop and adjust, but Jimin keeps lowering, down, down, down until he is fully seated and choking pretty, broken sobs.
Yoongi is overwhelmed with pleasure, squeezed with blissful tight warmth, and he quakes with each gentle squeeze of muscle around him. His breath feels heavy in his lungs, and as he lets out a groaned exhale, he releases his grip on Jimin's thighs and rests his head back in a desperate attempt to get his bearings, teetering on the brink of total mental collapse.
"Hol—" is all Yoongi manages to moan as Jimin lifts and drops, slamming his ass against Yoongi's thighs, letting out a dulcet whimper that is rivaled by Jimin's pitchier one.
"Big," Jimin mutters as he picks up a dizzying pace of slowly lifting before forcefully dropping, spearing himself so nice and deep, Yoongi feels like he may be carving the poor guy open.
Jimin is magnificent with his head tilted back and lips hung wide, whimpering as he rises and drops and rises and drops. Somehow exactly as Yoongi imagined, yet so much more. His cock glistens hard against his tummy, dribbling with precum and so neglected, bouncing against his abs with each drop, leaving a little splatter behind.
"I won't last," Yoongi admits, feeling the blissful, agonizing squeeze that is only intensified as Jimin's muscles flutter with pleasure. "I usually have more—ahh—s-stamina, but you feel so g-good."
"Awe, hyungie," Jimin purrs, tilting his head forward and opening his dreamy, lust-lidded eyes. "That's ok. I just hope you can keep going…ruin me like you promised."
"I can," Yoongi croaks. It will be much easier to stave off his orgasm when he is in full control; like this, he doesn't stand a chance.
"There's always tomorrow, too," Jimin mutters half-dazed, and Yoongi smirks at the prospect of Jimin wanting him after tonight.
Yoongi rubs his hands up Jimin's hips, along the delicate curve of his waist and the white lace garter, and further, palming over pecs. As Jimin lifts and drops, Yoongi almost feels overwhelmed by the arousal that pools and pools, warm and aching in his center, tingling to his limbs, filling him with desire. He wants to grab Jimin tight and fuck up into him, but Jimin feels and looks so amazing he lets him take his time.
With a grin that morphs into a bite of his lower lip, Jimin lifts his hips and swivels them, whorling around Yoongi's tip and tugging up, making him gasp and groan. Yoongi rubs his hands down to Jimin's waist and gently holds, helping keep him steady while the dancer twists and swishes, creating dizzying patterns to the song Yoongi barely hears over the pounding of his heart.
"God, your body…" Yoongi mutters, eyes heavy as he watches muscle tense and soften.
"You like how I feel, hyung?" Jimin mutters as he swirls up.
Before Yoongi can respond, Jimin begins to bounce his ass up and down to the beat of the background song, just fucking himself on Yoongi's tip – teasing in a most delightful way.
"How you feel…" Yoongi mutters, head rolling back against the headboard, looking down his nose at the beauty above him. "How you look, how you sound…you're fucking perfect, baby."
Jimin smiles and runs his hands over Yoongi's neck, then uses one hand to leverage himself on Yoongi's shoulder while the other takes a handful of hair and grips tight.
"You're just saying that because I'm fucking you," Jimin teases through gasps and whimpers, gaze turning sharp while he begins to drop his hips back down and spear himself deep.
Even with a cock buried inside him, Jimin is a brat. Yoongi finds it way too endearing, though he is eager to flip the pretty dancer over and fuck him so good he can no longer talk back. He rolls his eyes, moaning as Jimin rides him a little steadier, trying to ignore how rapidly his pleasure builds.
"True," Yoongi mutters, playing along. If Jimin wants to be petulant, two can play this game.
"Ah—" Jimin moans, "I knew it. Just using me for my perfect ass."
Yoongi's hands slide over the soft, inviting curves of Jimin's hips and ass, and he takes two splayed handfuls and gives him a squeeze, moaning, "Exactly."
With his palms gripping tight, Yoongi assists Jimin in his movements, lifting and dropping him in a nice steady rhythm. Rather than attempt to stave his high, he chases it now, eager to change positions and give Jimin more.
Jimin whimpers and sobs, breath coming out punchy and ragged while his tip leaks precum.
"Are you close, baby?" Yoongi asks, receiving only a whimpered, "Uh-huh," in response.
"What did I say about using your words?" Yoongi insists through grit teeth, finding it harder to steady his breathing and speak clearly.
"Yes, Yoongi," Jimin moans, sending a chill down Yoongi's spine at the sound of his name. "I'm so close."
Yoongi pulls one hand away, lifts it to his mouth, and spits into his palm. He stares up at Jimin as he wraps his hand around Jimin's cock head and squeezes just enough to elicit a moan and shiver from him, then he begins to stroke nice and slow, collecting dribbled precum on his palm.
"Hyung," Jimin whimpers, body tensing and relaxing over and over.
"Say my name, baby," Yoongi instructs with a smirk, watching Jimin's lips tremble and form unvoiced syllables.
Jimin leans forward and takes two handfuls of Yoongi's hair as he lifts and slams his ass with purpose. Each breath Yoongi pants hits Jimin's chest, creating a pocket of sticky warmth between them.
"Yoongi," Jimin whines as his grip tightens, tugging on Yoongi's scalp and making him hiss.
"Yes, baby?"
Jimin's voice cracks, barely croaking out the words, "I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me, Jiminah," Yoongi moans, feeling his own high reach its peak. "Cum all over this cock, baby, let me feel you."
Jimin's muscles squeeze and release– frenzied and dizzying as his rhythm falters. Rather than lift, he grinds, burying Yoongi so deep, the air feels trapped in Yoongi's chest.
"That's it, baby," Yoongi wheezes through grit teeth, stroking Jimin at an angle that has him gently punching his fist against both their tummies. "Use my cock to get yourself off. Fuck, you feel so good."
Jimin's back arches and his body quakes as he cums. Yoongi squeezes at his tip, urging more and more release to coat his fist sticky-white, digging his heels into the mattress as he fucks his hips upward, just enough to get Jimin bouncing and moaning. Jimin squeezes him so tight, pushing him right over the edge.
"Gonna cum, baby," Yoongi groans as every nerve prickles tingly and hot, ready to burst.
"Fill me, Yoongi," Jimin sobs as he bounces in quick, shallow movements. "Make me messy."
The squeeze of Jimin's muscles, and fucked out, eager sound of his voice has Yoongi's orgasm hitting hard. He releases Jimin's cock, gripping onto his thighs with both hands as his body trembles roughly with pleasure. Yoongi barely makes a sound, rasping around heaving breaths as his eyes squeeze momentarily tight, attempting to relax as his orgasm pulses through him in tremendous bursts, making him see stars.
"That's it, hyung," Jimin whimpers, leaning all the way forward, draping himself over Yoongi's shoulders. "Feels so good."
Yoongi sits back, catching his breath as his cock softens, running his clean palm up Jimin's back while the cum-covered hand falls to the side. Jimin's muscles continue to flutter, and he nuzzles his face against Yoongi's neck, leaving lazy, wet kisses against the skin and filling Yoongi with butterflies.
The music continues to play, changing from one sexy beat to another. A female artist sings, but Yoongi is unable to make out what she is saying. His pulse thumps in his ears and throat, forcing each breath out in a lively beat of his own.
"It feels nice to just…sit here and hold you," Jimin mutters against Yoongi's skin.
"I would hug you back but one of my hands is covered in your cum."
Jimin hums in understanding, adding, "You got it on my thigh," with a familiar bratty tone.
"You wanted to be messy," Yoongi grumbles with a smile, feeling absolutely smitten.
Jimin groans, "I did," as he slowly begins to sit up, taking the warmth of his body away.
Yoongi shivers as the sweat that covers him turns cold. He tips his head back and looks up as Jimin settles on his lap, cock-warming him while sitting tall, smiling sweetly.
"I guess since you got what you wanted, you don't need me anymore," Jimin teases with a smirk and a lift of one eyebrow as he reaches out and undoes what is left of the bun in Yoongi's hair, tossing his trusty hair tie aside.
Yoongi rolls his eyes and lolls his head back, trying not to smile as he mutters, "Really, Jiminah?"
With wide, playful eyes, Jimin nods, sliding his ass up, up, up until Yoongi's soft, cum-covered cock falls away, making him shudder.
"You had a taste of my perfect ass, so—"
"Oh, I had a taste, alright," Yoongi interrupts with a grin, sitting up and causing Jimin to move slightly backward. "You think I'm gonna just leave now? Never to see you again?"
Jimin's playful demeanor begins to crumble as Yoongi lifts his soiled hand and begins to lick at what is left of Jimin's heady, salty-sweet release.
"Uh, I—" Jimin says, lips forming around syllables he never voices.
"What about promising me tomorrow? Hmm?" Yoongi asks before dragging his tongue over his knuckles, cleaning the remnants of Jimin's cum.
Now that his hand is far less messy, Yoongi grips onto Jimin's waist nice and tight and lift-pushes the dancer onto his back. Jimin yelps as he hits the pretty green sheet, pink hair sweat-stuck together in little spikes, fanning messily around his beautiful face.
"I'm not finished with you yet," Yoongi says as he gets onto his knees and towers over Jimin. "Weren't you just whining about me ruining you moments ago?"
Jimin giggles softly, reaching his arms to wrap around Yoongi's neck. Yoongi gently takes Jimin by the wrists and pushes his arms to the mattress, pressing his weight down, watching with delight as Jimin gasps and shivers beneath him.
"You really think I could only do this once?" Yoongi teases as he leans forward, crowding Jimin's space. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I'll be craving you, Jiminah."
"I-is that so?" Jimin breathes, head tilting as if offering the expanse of his neck to Yoongi – an invitation Yoongi takes as he drags his lips over salt-slick skin.
"That is so."
"Are you sure you can keep going?" Jimin asks sweetly. "You just came twice."
"I could fuck you all night, baby," Yoongi insists, licking and nipping until Jimin gasps. "Just need a moment to get hard again. Why? Can you keep going?"
Each breath that puffs from Jimin's lips sounds heavy. "I can, but…I might get overstimulated."
"I know," Yoongi groans with a smile. "I watched you fall apart on my fingers, remember?"
"I might get…really…lost," Jimin admits.
Yoongi releases Jimin's hands and moves them to the mattress so he can press more weight down and angle himself upward just enough to look Jimin in the eyes.
"Maybe," Jimin mutters. "I just get really…floaty. Like my soul and body are disconnected…held together by pleasure."
Yoongi nods in understanding. "Do you want to hold off, then? Wait until we're more comfortable with each other before you go there with me?"
The smile that tugs on Jimin's lips is sweet, and his eyes sparkle as he says, "I have a feeling you will take good care of me, hyung."
Affection bursts warm in Yoongi's chest. "Of course, I will. But I still understand if that's something you want to build up to."
Jimin shakes his head and nibbles on his lip. "I trust you. I'll call my safe word if I need to."
"You don't go non-verbal at all?"
Jimin pinches his brow and shakes his head. "No."
"Alright," Yoongi agrees, eager to keep going as long as Jimin feels safe.
Jimin leans forward, groaning as his chin juts out, puckering for a kiss, making Yoongi chuckle softly. Yoongi closes the gap and presses further, allowing Jimin to lie comfortably, and he licks and sucks at Jimin's soft, sinful mouth.
"Sorry for ruining the mood with talking," Jimin mutters against Yoongi's lips.
Yoongi hums as he licks into Jimin's warm, petal mouth, opening him wide; making space. Jimin tastes so delicately sweet yet heady, and Yoongi has no choice but to chase every nuanced flavor, eager to discover more. Jimin's hums and groans are music to Yoongi's ears, and he swallows each sound with ease.
Rather than lifting his head, Yoongi simply stops kissing, letting his lips rest on Jimin, who smiles. Yoongi wishes he could adequately communicate just how important every little thing Jimin thinks, feels, and needs is, to him.
"Discussing boundaries is never a mood killer," Yoongi insists against his lips. "I never want you to hold anything back."
"Thank you, hyung," Jimin mutters, leaving pecks of soft kisses along Yoongi's mouth and chin.
"Don't thank me for doing the bare minimum, Jiminah. You deserve to be cared for."
The way Jimin squeals and wiggles beneath him makes his smile go lopsided. Yoongi lifts his head just enough to watch Jimin's cheeks flush, taking in the beauty of his shimmery and black makeup smudged around his eyes.
"Shut up," Jimin groans.
"Shut me up," Yoongi challenges with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Jimin tilts his chin up once more, chasing a kiss. As Yoongi leans down, giving into his desire, one warm hand wraps around his half-hard cock, making him shiver and groan; this certainly is one way to get him to stop talking.
"Want you again, Yoongi," Jimin pleads into Yoongi's open mouth, tugging on his cock. "Need you."
"You have me, baby," Yoongi practically moans, licking against Jimin's lips as his arousal simmers and warms him. "Turn over, on your stomach."
Jimin nods as he deepens the kiss, licking eagerly into Yoongi's mouth, sighing as Yoongi pushes and pulls with his tongue. When Jimin breaks the kiss, fingertips dig into Yoongi's neck and shoulder, and both men are panting, thickening the air between them with moist warmth.
Jimin begins to wiggle around onto his side, then his stomach, and Yoongi stays where he is, caging him in with his arms and lifting his knees one after the other to accommodate Jimin's legs. Once Jimin is settled, Yoongi leans forward and presses his lips to the back of Jimin's neck, nipping and swirling his tongue as Jimin moans, back bowing delicately – trembling.
Yoongi kisses down the curve of Jimin's spine, crawling backward onto his knees. He sucks marks at the top of Jimin's ass, nipping and licking over dewy-smooth skin and lifting his hands to cup and squeeze. As he sits up, he kneads gently into Jimin's perfect, pillowy flesh, spreading him wide. Jimin's puffy rim glistens with leaked cum, and Yoongi wets his lips as he runs two fingertips over the mess before pressing deep inside.
Jimin moans loudly, broken and debauched, as Yoongi fingers his tight asshole, feeling his own cum squelch, icky and enticing. He looks around for the bottle of lube and leans back, allowing his fingers to be slowly released as he reaches for it with his free hand.
"You sure you can keep going?" Yoongi asks as he flicks the lube bottle open with his thumb, caressing the soft swell of Jimin's ass and thigh.
"I'm not fragile, hyung," Jimin whimpers with his hands beside his head, clutching onto the comforter that has been bunched up and pushed out of the way.
"Never said you were," Yoongi smiles fondly, squirting lube into his palm and working it over his cock, hissing from the sensation on his tender skin. "Just don't want to push you too far."
Jimin groans a pitchy sound that Yoongi assumes is impatience. "We already discussed this. My safe word is strawberry, hyung. Please fuck me."
Yoongi rubs his lubed hand sloppily over Jimin's hole, nibbling his lip as Jimin bucks and trembles against him. "Say that last part again."
There is a second of hesitation, followed by a soft sigh that makes Yoongi grin. He opens his mouth to ask again nicely, but Jimin beats him to it, muttering, "Please fuck me, Yoongi."
Jimin spreads his thighs flat against the bed and extends his legs straight, laying in a perfect split, and Yoongi gasps at the sight of him. He leans forward to accommodate the new height, gripping onto his length with one hand and Jimin's hip with the other. With a devious giggle, Jimin begins to bounce his ass, clapping his cheeks softly in a show that has Yoongi absolutely reeling.
Without a moment more to spare, Yoongi leans forward on his knees and lines himself up with Jimin's rim, using his non-sticky hand to guide one of Jimin's hips. "You're a fucking menace," he groans as he presses in, in, in, spearing Jimin open as they whine and moan in tandem, feeling pleasure burst through his limbs like rays of warm, alluring light.
"Squeezing me, baby," Yoongi rasps as he slowly slides out, giving Jimin no time to adjust. He places both hands on Jimin's hips and begins to rock his body, fucking into Jimin without moving his own hips. The delicate, elongated stretch of Jimin's mesh clad legs, right down to the tips of his pretty little toes has Yoongi torn between wanting to cherish him like something delicate or completely wreck him.
"Such a slutty little dancer and you're all mine," Yoongi teases as he continues to rock Jimin's hips against him, watching his puffy rim swallow him whole. "What would your admirers think if they knew you wore a plug on stage while you were doing the splits to tease me?"
"Hyung," Jimin whines, burying his face down into the comforter.
Yoongi slides his hands to the bed and leans forward, slowly thrusting his hips up and down while walking his hands up to Jimin's armpits, hovering nice and close. The scent of strawberry mixed with a faint, sweaty musk is sticky-sweet enticing, and Yoongi lets his eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep breath in.
"You even performed for all of our friends wearing a toy," Yoongi rasps beside Jimin's ear. "What would they think of you?"
"Stop," Jimin whines, dragging the word long and whiny.
Yoongi nuzzles his face against Jimin's nape, nipping at short pink hairs. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you, baby," he mutters sweetly, smiling at the sound of Jimin cooing happily.
"Mmm, I like it," Jimin admits with a groan, making Yoongi nuzzle harder, grinning at the thought of Jimin feeling shy.
The smacking of skin is heard in lewd, rhythmic bursts. Yoongi fucks Jimin nice and steady, listening for the strained "Ah!" that punctuates each thrust, huffing small sounds of his own.
Yoongi begins to sit back, careful not to let his hips lose too much rhythm. Once on his knees, Yoongi spreads Jimin wide with both hands and leans his weight into him, fucking him much faster. Jimin jiggles hypnotically, and Yoongi gives him light spanks to each cheek, unable to resist playing with him; delighted by the sound of him squealing.
"Hyung, I want to cum again," Jimin cries, gripping the floral blanket tight.
Yoongi wants to watch him cum – wants to touch and tease his cock while praising him and making him sob. As he slowly pulls out, Jimin trembles and groans in protest. Yoongi gives his ass a couple of light taps and mutters, "On your back."
"Hyung" Jimin complains, elongating the word, making Yoongi smirk.
Jimin crawls slightly forward and bends at the knees, then flops onto his side, huffing dramatically as if he cannot be bothered to move a single inch more.
"I know, I know," Yoongi mutters, grabbing Jimin by the hips and pulling him the rest of the way onto his back. Jimin squeals and laughs, spreading his legs wide while watching with eager, mascara-smudged eyes as Yoongi continues to position him right where he wants him.
"Sorry I can't choose between wanting to see your ass and wanting to see your face," Yoongi grumbles defensively while pumping his cock and reaching for the bottle of lube. He squirts some directly onto his shaft – cool liquid on warm skin – and he smears it in one stroke.
"Wow, and they say chivalry is dead," Jimin teases, lifting his eyebrows playfully with a grin.
Yoongi slides his length into Jimin's tight warmth in one swift movement, and Jimin's grin falls agape as his back arches. He lets out a deep, pleased moan that Yoongi mirrors with a slow intake of air, filling his lungs. The curve of Jimin's neck, along his chest, and down to his tummy bows delicately taut, and Yoongi maps each inch with his eyes, stunned by his beauty.
When Jimin settles slowly onto his back, Yoongi reaches forward and slots two fingers into Jimin's mouth. Jimin clamps his lips closed and gently sucks as Yoongi begins to set a steady pace with his hips.
"Good boy," he praises, and Jimin's eyes blow wide. "So fucking good for me. So pretty and tight and perfect."
Jimin anchors himself onto his elbows, muttering something that sounds like a question, and Yoongi nods, smiling sweetly down at Jimin, watching his hard, leaking cock slap his tummy with each thrust.
"Perfect, pretty Jiminah. And you're all mine."
More sounds are uttered around Yoongi's fingers as Jimin's eyes roll and his head bobs with the rocking of their bodies. Yoongi reaches between them and rolls his palm over the tip of Jimin's cock, eliciting his eyes to open big and round.
Already, Jimin looks dazed, back draped slightly with his head held up only enough to suck on Yoongi's fingertips, supported against his elbows. Jimin's fingers slowly dance over the material of his green floral sheet, legs flayed lazily around Yoongi's hips.
Yoongi slowly tugs at Jimin's length, making him whimper and sputter incoherently. Jimin rocks his hips and squeezes around Yoongi in a rhythm matching Yoongi's thrusts – must be chasing his own high. Seeing Jimin looking dazed and eager to cum again, stuffed with fingers and cock, Yoongi's mind races as he attempts to sort out how he got so fucking lucky.
"'S good," Jimin whines, dropping his head back and letting Yoongi's drool-slick fingers drag over his chin.
Yoongi continues his pace – a deliberate roll of hips – letting his fingers slowly fall past Jimin's chin, to his chest, tracing curves and dips until finally taking hold of him around the ribs. Gradually, Jimin's arms give way, and he lies back – head first, then shoulders, sinking deeper against green flowers with his eyes hazy and wide.
"Are you floaty, Jiminah?" Yoongi asks sweetly, wetting his salty-dry lips.
Jimin hums and crooks a lazy smile, lifting his hands slowly to rub over his pecs and tummy. Yoongi follows the movements, feeling affection swirl and swell behind his ribs. At this pace, he thinks he could fuck Jimin for an eternity if he tried; his pleasure simmers just below the surface nice and steady, with no risk of boiling over too soon.
"Ah—Yoongi," Jimin gasps, chest heaving and falling. "I'm—"
Yoongi rolls his palm over Jimin's tip and gives him a firm enough squeeze to make him sob.
"Gonna cum, pretty?" he asks.
Wide-eyed and mouth droopy-round, Jimin nods. His lips form shapes unvoiced, and Yoongi continues to roll and squeeze, languidly syncopating his quicker thrusts.
"Cum for me, baby. Get nice and messy."
Jimin's eyes flutter, and his back arches slowly, head and heels digging into the mattress. "Please, please, please," he mutters softly like a prayer, palms flaying and squeezing above his ribs.
"Relax and let go," Yoongi urges sweetly. "Let yourself float."
As if reacting on command, Jimin's body goes rigid and taut before quaking and sinking – thunder growling from his depths and dispersing out. He spurts tiny piles of cum onto Yoongi's fingers and palm, mouth forming softly-uttered stormy sounds. Even in the throes of incomprehensible bliss, every little thing Jimin does is eloquent; a performer and a muse.
"Harder," Jimin groans, taking Yoongi by surprise. "P-please, Yoongi, need you."
Yoongi grips Jimin's hips with both hands, smearing cum on his sweat-slick, goosebumped skin. He picks up a pace that has Jimin's legs lifting and stretching, and Yoongi slings both calves against his shoulders before leaning in and taking hold of his hips once more.
Jimin wails, eyes squeezed as if pained, licking and biting at his reddened lower lip. His arms lift and fall around his head, and he grips onto the bunched-up pink and orange comforter.
"This how you want it?" Yoongi asks, feeling his high build and build, impossible to hold at bay.
"Mmm, 's good," Jimin slurs, opening his eyes wide and smiling before his face falls back into a state of lazy bliss.
Yoongi would love for Jimin to cum once more but has no idea whether he can. His cock is limp and resting against his patch of cutely trimmed pubic hair, jostling with each slam of Yoongi's hips against his thighs.
"Not gonna last at this pace," Yoongi warns through grit teeth, his high climbing fast toward its breaking point.
"Fill me," Jimin mutters dazedly. "Make me messy."
"Say my name," Yoongi rasps as he fights the urge to squeeze his eyes closed, gripping harshly to Jimin's soft hips.
"Yoo—" Jimin sighs, bowing his back. "Yoongi. Please, Yoongi."
Pleasure courses through Yoongi, flowing like lava in his bloodstream. He keeps his pace steady, holding back from slamming too fast or too deep. Cum and lube squelch around his cock, and the thought of watching it drip from Jimin's used, puffy hole is just the push he needs to reach orgasm.
"Fuck, Jiminah," Yoongi groans, dragging blunt fingernails in streaks along Jimin's sides. "I'm—ahh, fuck!"
Yoongi's body tenses and releases in waves of pleasure – white-hot and overwhelming. He quakes as he spurts his cum into Jimin's begging, fluttering hole, babbling nonsense, attempting to praise, failing around each syllable. Jimin sobs and squeezes, trying but failing to reach for Yoongi.
With a chuckle, Yoongi leans forward, hands slipping and crashing into the mattress, dripping sweat from his forehead to Jimin's chest. Now that he is within reach, Jimin reaches and clings, grabbing Yoongi's shoulders and yanking down until Yoongi gives in and falls forward. Pleasure continues to tremble through him – chest heaving and jumpy as he does his best to settle and relax.
"Holy shit," he mutters into Jimin's clavicle, covering his face in sweat. "That was—"
"Amazing," Jimin coos.
Yoongi smiles and nods, kissing anywhere his lips reach in slow movements. "Amazing."
Where they lay in the center of the bed, Yoongi is unable to stretch his legs far before hitting the headboard, so they stay in a ball while he catches his breath and litters Jimin's shoulder, neck, and chin with affection. It takes time, but Jimin begins to come back to earth, clinging a little more purposefully.
"You made me messy," he mutters with more clarity than Yoongi has heard for a while.
"Lemme see," Yoongi says as he sits up, groaning from his soft cock sliding from where it was nestled nice and warm.
Jimin groans shyly, covering his face with his hands as Yoongi sits up and lifts his spread legs. He puts up a tiny amount of resistance, but Yoongi holds firmly, nibbling his lip, trusting Jimin to use his safe word if he really does not want to be teased.
Dropping a leg to the side, Yoongi uses his thumb to press pearly liquid back into Jimin's puckered hole, grinning like an idiot when Jimin whimpers, legs shaking.
"Messy baby," Yoongi teases, earning his arm a light smack from Jimin's foot.
Yoongi pulls his fingers away and watches as Jimin tenses, causing the cum to dribble back out. He rubs his hands over Jimin's shins and calves, watching as Jimin heavy-blinks at the ceiling.
"Shower?"
Jimin's gaze finds Yoongi's, and he smiles, then nods. "Carry me?" he asks with a cute bat of his lashes that makes Yoongi's heart go haywire.
And although Yoongi makes a show of rolling his eyes and being indignant, he gets up and stretches, then turns his back to Jimin and taps his shoulder.
"Get on."
"Ooh, piggyback?" Jimin shouts, and Yoongi turns his head in time to see Jimin sit high on his knees and fling himself over Yoongi's shoulders.
Yoongi links his arms around sweaty thighs and has to bend and hop a few times to get Jimin in place – a mildly humiliating task while nude – then he is off, kicking discarded clothing items along the way.
"We should take a bath," Jimin mutters into Yoongi's shoulder.
Yoongi hums and nods, turning left into the hallway and again into the bathroom. "Anything you want."
Although Yoongi would love to dote on Jimin hand and foot, he is grateful when Jimin slides off his back and begins the bath, finding sweetly-scented bubble products to squeeze into the stream and controlling the temperature. Jimin slides out of the lace garter and mesh stockings, and sinks into the tub when the water is barely a few inches high. Yoongi presses a kiss on his forehead before leaving to fetch a glass of cool water from the kitchen, lingering just a moment to take in the sunflower pan holders and mismatched cooking utensils.
Yoongi returns with the glass to his lips, taking slow, steady sips and smiling over the rim.
"Sit up and drink this," he instructs a sleepy Jimin, whose cheeks are pinkened from the warm water.
Once the bath is full, Yoongi slots himself behind Jimin, fitting perfectly with his legs outstretched. He rubs Jimin's shoulders and litters him with kisses. And when the water cools, he insists they shower off, helping Jimin finger the cum from his ass while licking deep into his mouth.
"I could get used to this," Jimin groans as Yoongi wraps a towel tightly around his hips and uses another to squeeze the remaining water from his hair.
"Good," Yoongi responds against his lips, finding it impossible to spend too many minutes without touching and kissing. "Want you to get used to this."
"Stay the night," Jimin whines, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's middle and walking him backward out of the bathroom.
Yoongi smiles and nips at petal lips. "That was the plan."
"Stay tomorrow night, too," Jimin groans as they hobble out into the hallway, bumping Yoongi's elbow against the doorframe enough to make him hiss.
"Won't you get tired of me?" Yoongi barely utters slightly pained against Jimin's soft, greedy mouth.
Jimin releases their hug and pulls Yoongi by the hand back to bed. He has a pep in his step as he gathers his phone – shutting off the music, finally – and finds the lube bottle tangled in the blanket.
"Doubtful," Jimin finally says as he crawls into bed and plops down, yanking Yoongi's hand until he sits and lays beside him.
"Alright," Yoongi grins, wrapping himself around Jimin and pulling him close, chest to chest, on their sides. His hair is still damp, but he is unconcerned when Jimin beckons so adamantly. With a gentle teasing tone, he says, "I'll cancel all my foreseeable plans and live only to serve you."
Jimin smiles and hums, saying, "Good," into Yoongi's mouth.
In a tangle of tongues and limbs, Yoongi sighs and sinks, unable to hold back the affection that overflows from him. He thinks he could also get used to this.
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So, as you might already know, we love @theharrowing's work, especially Collateral.
I am currently working my way through their masterlist and on a personal recommendation from Harrow themselves I finally read Denim & Strawberry. And OH MY.
If you like being in the cuck chair while reading fan fic - please give this one a go.
I loooveee the way harrow writes Yoongi in this, but also Jimin is exactly the way I always imagine him actually, bratty and catty, but sweet. SIGH. There was even a short armpit mention which, to Nyx' horror, I am so into and I rarely see it in fics so I was very pleasently surprised by it. The whole thing was soo sexy. UGH. Yoongi absolutely DOWN BAD. Just the way I like him.
Oh and I aspire to be able to write about anal fingering in the detail harrow does, lmao! The smut was so long and so so hot 🥹 I could have read another 20k of it actually.
LOVE YOU HARROW THANKS FOR YOUR AMAZING WRITING 💕💕
summary: after three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration. idiots to lovers pwp oneshot. literally zero plot
warnings: explicit smut, mutual thirsting, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, loud filthy (unprotected) sex. wrap before u tap
a/n: happy birthday jungkook! this is my first oneshot in 4+ years so be gentle w me please, usually i prefer to write series but i wanted to challenge myself and ofc write something special for everybody's favourite maknae's birthday. enjoy!
word count: 8k
On Thursdays you cook burgers for dinner.
But today isn’t just a regular Thursday.
It’s your roommates birthday, his twenty-fifth to be exact, so when you ventured to the grocery store last night you were sure to pick up the ingredients for his favourite meal in preparation for tonight. Samgyeopsal.
Pork belly is his favourite meat, you’ve been subjected to many a conversation about how tasty he finds it, how it’s the right balance of protein and fat, how it goes with anything, how he likes to wrap the succulent meat in lettuce leaves before submerging it into sauce and shoving it into his mouth.
It’s his favourite food without a shadow of a doubt. And so you’ve taken it upon yourself to cook it for him on his birthday. He is your favourite person after all, without a shadow of a doubt.
Jungkook moved in with you three years ago, at a very dark time in your life when you were wallowing in your post-breakup blues. You initially met the triple threat of tall, dark and handsome Jungkook at an open mic night when he struck up a conversation with you at the local bar.
As if being gorgeous isn’t enough, he’s a very talented singer and guitarist too, he and his grungy rock band like to play at bars and clubs on weekends. When he’s not busy at his nine to five as a software engineer, where he’s due to be leaving any minute now.
The more you got to know him you quickly realised he’s somewhat of a loser. Not a loser in the sense of having no friends and nothing significantly interesting about him – not in the slightest. Jungkook is a loser in the sense that he’s extremely introverted, painfully so, and lacks social skills.
He prefers to stay home after a gig, he doesn’t care for parties or girls or even much alcohol. He loves the quiet life, spending most evenings glued to his laptop to play videogames or sat beside you on the sofa binging something on Netflix. When he's not running his expert fingers over the nooks and crannies of his guitar.
Truthfully you’ve been kind of infatuated with him for a while now, he’s just so endearing and rib-shatteringly hilarious without even trying. It’s hard not to fall for him. His smile is earth-shatteringly perfect, his touch more so. You are but a woman after all, and a woman has needs and desires just like everybody else.
Jungkook being what you both need and desire daily.
At the time you met him a relationship was the last thing on your mind. Him moving into your spare bedroom was just a way to make up the rent and bill money your ex-boyfriend used to pay. But now you’re three years single save for the very occasional one night stand and Jungkook has never looked more appealing.
Maybe it’s the way he helps you reach snacks on the highest shelf when your tiptoes fail you. Perhaps it has a little something to do with the sweet melodies that flow from his pierced lips, flooding the apartment whenever he showers. It could be the fact he likes to ‘air-dry’ and parades around the place wearing nothing but a damp towel after said showers. Or it might have something to do with the way the supple skin beneath his big brown doe-eyes crinkles when he smiles.
But maybe, maybe, it’s because he’s everything you never realised you were looking for – until it quite literally showed up on your doorstep and moved in.
Okay so maybe you’re down bad for your roommate, but who in their right mind wouldn’t be? If you had to pick one word to describe Jungkook it would be… Perfect, handsome, funny, sweet, sentimental, ripped, gorgeous, talented. Any of those work just fine, it would be an insult to simply pick just one.
One of the many perks about living with Jungkook is that you’re both organised messy people, sure there’s some clutter here and there throughout the apartment but you both know damn sure what junk is where. Your personalities match, you don’t make the rules, they just do. All your friends say it, as do his friends. You'd be a show-stopping couple for sure.
It’s just that well… The man is somewhat emotionally constipated, can’t smell what’s right under his nose no matter how many hints you’ve given. Like a nose-blind lion on the prowl, there's a willing zebra right here, but he hasn't seemed to notice.
Wearing low-cut shirts at dinner, skirts that are a little too short, always making sure your makeup is clean and dewy looking even when wearing sweats. The innocent flirting that’s nowhere near innocent on your end. You shower him with compliments on the daily, being sure you don't appear too indifferent or nonchalant about it. You mean every compliment you've ever given him.
You like him, but you didn’t realise how frustrating that would prove to be giving his obliviousness.
But that all ends tonight.
You’re wearing a simple black slip dress, the smooth fabric ending just below the curve of your ass and the straps are so dainty that he’s bound to notice your exposed cleavage. Maybe even the lace trim of your sheer bra too, complete with a matching thong of course.
It’s not uncommon for you to get dressed up randomly, even before Jungkook moved in, you’ve always liked making an effort and looking pretty. It makes you feel good, confident even. You even went as far as to shave today, ensuring you're extra smooth, yknow just in case.
It's been a whole eleven months since you invited a guy back here, and the outcome was less than satisfying. Much like all your sexual endeavours, he got his and all you got was the ick. You haven’t seen the guy since.
It’s been a hot minute since Jungkook invited a girl back here too, maybe even over a year now. The way your roommate likes to saunter around half-dressed with long, messy brunette hair and a wicked smile has always affected you, made your mouth dry and your panties damp. Truthfully you don’t understand how a guy like that is single, well maybe it's because he doesn’t appear to have a radar for women, but you’re grateful nonetheless.
Black helium balloons fill your lounge, the big ‘25’ being the most obvious. You’ve spent the day mentally preparing for this, you want to show him how much you appreciate everything he does for you and celebrate his birthday properly. From him always prepping extra breakfast in the mornings just to make sure you’ve eaten, to his inked fingertips giving you back massages when you’ve hit the gym a little too hard. He’s usually the one to cook dinner most nights, so tonight you want to return the favour with a smile.
You’re just about to start prepping dinner when the unmistakable sound of his key in the door sends a rush of excitement through you. He’s home.
“Hey loser.” Jungkook’s voice is casual when he slips into the apartment, you’re too busy reapplying lip gloss to get a good look at him just yet.
“Good evening.” You chuckle, clamping the handheld mirror shut and sliding it into a kitchen draw.
You don’t know when it started, nor who started it. But the two of you like to use the term loser as a term of… almost endearment. It’s an inside joke between you both, friends and family members often gasp at the nickname you have for each other but for you? The word loser started to make your heart flutter and squeeze a long time ago. Finally you peer to the doorway and acknowledge him with a kind smile, one he’s reciprocating already.
“Happy birthday loser.”
As always he looks good enough to eat. His chiselled yet soft features, tanned skin, the little beauty mark nestled just beneath those very inviting lips of his. The muscles that threaten to tear through the fabric of his clothes. The tattoos that peak out from his sleeve cuffs. The piercings, his long dark hair that parts in the middle and frames those very handsome, genetic lottery winning features of his. You fight a teenage-like sigh, just looking at him is enough to make your heart race.
“What’s all this..?” His eyes scan the room as he shimmies out of his blazer, leaving him in a black shirt tucked into slacks of the same colour. His favourite colour is black, almost everything he owns is black, hence the fitting colour of the birthday decorations. “Are you making pork?” His angled chin tips in your direction, lazy footsteps bringing him closer.
“Mhm.” You nod, suppressing a grin, “You like pork belly, right? I thought it was your favourite.”
He’s nodding along to the sound of your voice, still smiling, “No I do, it is. It’s just we usually have burgers on a Thursday.”
“Ahh, but today isn’t just Thursday,” You remind him with a mischievous wink, “It’s your birthday, Thursday the 1st of September.”
“Congratulations you know how to read my drivers license.” Jungkook snorts when he props himself onto the kitchen countertop, next to your little workstation, “You look nice.”
“Thank you.”
“You didn’t have to do all this yknow.”
“I wanted to.” You hum, turning on the stove.
“But what if I already have plans to celebrate my birthday?” His pierced brow quirks, the silver barbel glimmering beneath the harsh kitchen lighting.
You tut, fighting the urge to roll your eyes when you glare at him and see his nose is already scrunched playfully, “Do you have plans?”
“Looks like I do now!” He claps, taking a beat before cocking his head to one side, his features softening upon watching you cook, “Thank you Y/N.”
Looking him dead in the eye you offer a genuine smile, “Anytime.”
“Would you be offended if I showered before we ate? The AC at work broke and this shirt feels sticky.” He sighs, cracking his neck.
“Why would I be offended?” A light puff of air rips from your nostrils when he fails to respond, his features blanketed with uncertainty and confusion. He really is emotionally constipated.
“No, I wouldn’t be offended loser. Go shower.” You’re giggling, shaking your head in disbelief, “It’ll be ready by the time you’re finished.”
“You’re the best!” He hops off the counter, making sure to spank your ass before skipping into the bathroom. “Happy birthday to me indeed.” He chuckles, winking in your direction before he closes the door behind him.
It’s always like this, the playful flirts and touches, but you crave something more. You want him to shove his tongue so far down your throat he could eat you out at the same time. You want to feel his tattooed hands to explore every square inch of your body while he fucks you into oblivion. The thought alone is enough to frustrate you.
Maybe you should just hop on top of him one night in front of the TV. Sometimes you do sit on his thighs, his ridiculously strong thighs, if there’s a lack of seating. You sigh dramatically, mentally debating whether the large sofa would fit through the window. If there’s nowhere to sit you’d have to sit on him. Problem solved. All you have to do is throw the fucking sofa out the window and pray he takes the hint. Easy enough.
The sizzling meat in the pan is interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, revealing a cloud of steam and a shirtless Jungkook, tattoos and muscles displayed in all their glory. He’s wearing nothing but Calvin Klein boxer shorts, grey ones, that leave fuck all to the imagination.
“Forgot my towel.” He chuckles awkwardly, briefly heading into his bedroom to retrieve said towel. That damn white towel. What would he do if there were no towel? Walk around bare-ass with his dick on show? Maybe you could throw the towel out the window instead, it would be much easier than the sofa.
“You okay?” Jungkook’s presence startles you, he’s right next to you with furrowed brows and his stupidly muscular arms crossed over his chest, towel draped on his shoulder. “You zoned out again, thinking about anything good?” He’s laughing, wetting his lips between smiles.
Your gaze flickers to the bumps of his toned abdomen before settling on his face, he’s smiling brightly at you, seemingly unaware of the carnal desire you have to pin him to the kitchen floor and mount him right now.
“I’m fine, go get your shower.” You act indifferent, prompting a quiet, unconvinced ‘oookay’ from your roommate before he’s gone again.
You’re genuinely entertaining the idea of throwing out, no wait burning that sofa now, Jungkook’s thighs have always been way comfier anyway.
Interestingly enough the timing of his shower is perfect, you’re plating up dinner on the coffee table when he’s finished. Making sure to grab a bottle of soju from the cupboard, he’s not much of a drinker but you figure it is his birthday after all. Dragging two plump cushions from the sofa you’ve suddenly grown a strong hatred toward, you sit on one, leaving the other free for the birthday boy himself.
“Oh my god this smells great,” Jungkook comically inhales until his chest, his bare chest, is full of air. “Have you watched those 365 days movies? Someone at work recommended them to me earlier.” He says nonchalantly while sitting next to you, only wearing that damn white towel over his hips. The scent of his coconut bodywash clings to his beefy frame and floods your senses.
“The sex movies?” You laugh, handing him chopsticks all while trying to keep your gaze on his face. Somewhat a difficult challenge considering he's half naked. Again. “I’ve heard they’re really graphic with basically no plot, just steamy sex scenes, bad accents and a hot guy with tattoos.”
“Ah, you do like a man with tattoos.” He sniffs, fingertips lingering on yours while he grips the utensils, “Well since it’s my birthday I say we watch them. Seokjin at work said they're pretty good.”
“Okay,” You shrug, “But since when do you know about what kind of man I like?”
At this Jungkook grins, finding the remote and switching on Netflix, “You’ve only ever brought two guys back here since I moved in, both had tattoos. It’s a reasonable assumption to make.”
“Valid.” You’re nodding, beginning to tuck into the food, “I guess I do like men with tattoos, yeah.”
“Yeah?” He asks, gently elbowing your side. When you glance at him he’s smiling, wiggling his thick eyebrows animatedly while gesturing to his dark sleeve tattoo. “I’m a man with tattoos.”
“That you are.” You wink, praying to every higher power that one of these days he's going to acknowledge you're a woman. A woman with a vagina. A vagina that needs stuffing immediately.
“Shit Y/N this is amazing,” Jungkook’s frowning while he chews, a crystal clear sign that he’s enjoying the food you’ve made, “You should cook this more often, so much better than burgers. Fuck,” He moans, dark lashes dusting his face when he squeezes his eyes shut, “So good. So fucking good. Best birthday meal ever.”
This is how most of your nights together are spent, sat witching TV on the floor while eating dinner and enjoying each other’s company. You’re coming to the end of your meal when the first sex scene in the movie starts playing, well, okay not really. The characters aren’t having sex but she’s tied up to the bed watching someone else suck off the sexy guy with tattoos. Your brows are hiked up your forehead, eyes wide, this is not where you thought the plot was going.
“Would you ever do anything like that?” Your roommate asks with his last mouthful of food, watching the TV while running a hand through his damp long hair, “Maybe not the kidnapping part but would you ever wanna watch someone have sex?”
“Nah,” You shake your head, “Not for me. What about you?”
“For sure.” He affirms with a nod, still staring at the screen, “But I’d rather be watched than be the one watching. Especially if I was into the girl, I’m way too jealous for shit like that.”
Ignoring the way his response sends a shiver down your spine you swallow your food, “Aren’t you a little socially awkward to put yourself in that kind of situation? No offence.”
“None taken, I am an awkward guy,” He snorts, “But I don’t know, the idea of someone seeing me absolutely destroy someone kinda gets me going… I like the idea of being watched. Don’t you have anything like that?”
You gulp, “Like what?”
“Any kinks or fantasies.”
“I guess so… Doesn’t everybody?”
At this Jungkook takes it upon himself to pause the movie, giving you his full, undivided attention, “Tell me some.”
“Jungkook…” Your sigh shifts into an awkward giggle, truthfully he is your fantasy. And that towel doesn’t leave much to your imagination, if anything at all. But it doesn’t take you long to crumble, “Okay fine, what do you wanna know?”
“Where would you most like to have sex?” He’s smirking, hooded eyes boring into the depths of your soul, “Anywhere in the world, go.”
“Hmm… I don’t know actually, I’ve never thought about it. What about you?”
“My bed.”
You deadpan, a single brow quirked, “Your bed?”
“It’s comfy, it smells nice, and I can go to sleep after without worrying about getting home since I’m already here. Of course my bed is the number one choice.” He’s looking at you as though you’re stupid, as though his answer is obvious when he scoffs.
“Okay… that’s fair enough.”
Jungkook’s watching you closely, and you swear you see his vision drop to your chest for a millisecond before settling back on your eyes, “What would your ideal guy do to you in bed?”
Sucking in a breath of air you’re already nodding, “Easy. The ideal guy isn’t selfish and knows how to make me come, maybe even squirt. No guys ever made me do either. Your turn.”
“None of the guys you’ve slept with have made you come? What the fuck! Um-, okay…” He licks his teeth before making noises akin to car turning lights, emphasising his thoughts, “The ideal woman is bossy, not dominant but knows what she wants and tells me how to do it. I like vocal women, women who aren’t scared of their own voice. Plus the ideal can actually ride me, the amount of women that give up after four bounces is kinda disappointing.”
Suddenly your mouth feels very dry, prompting you to swallow nothing. Thankfully you’ve never heard Jungkook having sex, there’s been a couple of times you’ve heard heavy breathing and little whimpers from his bedroom but it’s always when he’s alone in there. Guys masturbate, it would be unreasonable to expect him not to do it when you’re home. Plus you’ve definitely gotten yourself off while he’s slept in the next room, you have zero room to talk.
“Really? Four bounces?” Your voice betrays you slightly, wavering with curiosity.
“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind doing all the work, it’s just annoying when they talk a big game and put in minimal effort. Just be upfront about wanting me to be in charge, you know? I like being in charge it’s no big deal.”
You’re shaking your head, frowning with an uncertain smile, “Then what are you complaining about?”
At this the birthday boy sighs exasperatedly, as though you’re missing the point, “It’s just annoying isn’t it? When you think somethings gonna go a certain way and then it doesn’t…”
“Tell me about it.” You snort, pouring two shots of peach soju.
“Okay,” Jungkook takes the shot of soju, snapping his fingers excitedly, seemingly unphased by the bitter taste of alcohol, “Who do you wanna sleep with more than anyone in the world? Who’s your number one?”
Slinging back the soju, you bite the bullet with an devilish smirk.
“Hmmm… You.”
Stone cold regret washes over you when he looks through you, the same way he looks at people he’s not comfortable with yet. The exact same expression he gives strangers when he doesn’t understand why he’s been roped into their conversations. His pierced lips purse, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing from a thick swallow. Eyes animatedly round, shocked and astonished.
“Uhh…” He wets his lips before his eyes narrow, brows pinching, “I’m being serious Y/N…”
You nod, “Me too but never mind.” You sigh dramatically, pouring more shots.
“Stop fucking around with me!” He playfully pushes your shoulder, earning embarrassed laughter to bubble in the depths of your throat, “You can’t just say that to me out of nowhere!”
“Out of nowhere?” You repeat, frustrated, “Jungkook I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve tried hitting on you and it just seems to go straight over your head.” You whine, lips forming a cute pout that he can’t stop staring at, “Anyway… Like I said, never mind. Forget I said anything. Who’s your number one?”
But Jungkook is too stunned to speak. He’s looking down at you as though you’ve just told him you want to marry him and have his babies. Surprised doesn’t cut it, nor does confused. It’s a deadly cocktail of the two mixed with a little nervousness tugging his usually sharp features up and wide.
“I-, what?” He blinks away his daydream, “Are you being serious? You actually wanna fuck me? I can’t tell. You know I’m bad with stuff like this. Spell it out for me loser.”
At this you shake your head, feeling deflated, “It doesn’t matter, honestly just forget I said anything, you don’t find me attractive so it’s not like it’s ever gonna—”
“Now you’re putting words in my mouth.”
An agitated exhale leaves you, your roommate still staring at you expectantly with a single brow quirked, “You don’t have to say it out loud Kook, it’s obvious.”
“Wow, you really don’t know me at all, do you?” His white teeth are bared in a dazzling panty-dropping grin, “Why do you think I’m sitting here in a towel Y/N? Just out of curiosity.”
“Cause you like to ‘air-dry’.” You mimic air quotes with a mocking tone, slugging back another shot of soju. He does the same.
Jungkook’s voice drops into something akin to seductive, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a huge smile, “Actually, I thought that maybe if I walk round the place half naked all the time you’d take the hint eventually. You think when I moved in friendship was the only thing on my mind?” He’s laughing now, shaking his head in disbelief, baffled, tongue darting over his lips to wet them. “You think when I came up to you at the bar all I wanted was to be your friend?”
“W-what are you saying? That you are attracted to me?” Your heart races away in your chest, a lick of heat wetting your spine when your roommate tilts his head to one side, smirking.
“Ask me who my number one is.”
“Okay… I’ll humour you. Who’s your number one?” You’re blushing, unable to wipe the smile from your features when he sucks in a harsh breath of air, watching you closely.
His inked hand finds the nape of your neck, tugging your face closer, close enough that your noses bang together and you both giggle. “You are, loser.”
The next thing you know he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back.
Where most make out sessions begin soft and slow, gentle and uncertain while both parties attempt to figure out what the other likes – that’s far from what’s happening here. It’s heated, it’s messy and fuelled by years of pent up frustration and longing. His grip moves to your jaw where he pries it open, slipping his tongue into your mouth at that exact moment.
“Oh… Jungkook…” You mewl, smiling triumphantly against his mouth.
Fucking finally.
“You have,” He pulls back, lips kiss-swollen and stained with lip gloss, “No idea,” His hands sneakily find your hips, guiding your body until you’re straddling his towel-clad thighs, “How long,” He’s smirking, palming the fat of your ass when his lips find your in a hurry, “I’ve wanted to fuck you.”
“Well why didn’t you say anything then?!” You frown, sighing in bliss when your dress is being pushed up, pooling your abdomen that’s full of pork belly and butterflies. Giving enough leeway for Jungkook’s fingertips to slip into the waistband of your underwear.
He chuckles into the kiss, averting his mouth to pepper your jawline with lots more dainty little kisses, whispering, “The same reason you didn’t, I didn’t know you were into me like that.”
“Except I tried, multiple times…” You hum, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Palms explore Jungkook’s muscular back, every lump, bump, every inch of tanned bare flesh that you’ve seen simultaneously way too many times and not enough at all. “All the slutty outfits… The compliments, I’ve been pretty vocal about finding you attractive actually.” You’re grinning, fingertips toying with the long brunette hairs at the nape of his neck.
At this Jungkook sighs, lulling his head back to get a better look at your face. His eyes are blown dark with lust, his gaze hooded and intense. But it’s the breath-taking smile he wears that sends a rush of heat straight between your legs.
“I do like a woman who’s vocal about what she wants.” He winks, crushing his lips to yours once more, “So tell me what you want loser.”
“Want you.” You pout, elbows resting atop his broad shoulders when you brush the hair away from his face, physically incapable from breaking the string of messy kisses. He tastes like peaches and sin. “Want you to make me come.”
“Yeah?” He chuckles, ridding your body of the skimpy little dress that didn’t leave much to his imagination. “Wish you told me all this sooner, could’ve been blowing your back out daily by now.”
“Not my fault you can’t take a hint.” You snort, blood rushing to your cheeks when you see his hungry stare fixed to your almost bare body atop of his thighs.
He rolls his eyes, “You’re one to talk. Why do you think I put your snacks on the top shelf?”
“So you can help me reach them…?” You scoff, biting down on your lip, “So you look like a strong alpha man helping his poor defenceless vertically challenged roommate?”
“Nah,” He admits with throaty laughter, large palms exploring your curves and reaching round your back, until they’re unclasping your bra in one swift movement, “Like seeing your ass peek out the tiny little dresses you wear when you get on your tiptoes.”
Your mouth falls open in genuine shock, brows raised expectantly, “Jeon Jungkook!” You gasp, gripping his chin and angling it towards your lips, “Who knew you were such a fucking pervert?”
The man’s in a total daze, lost in your eyes with a bright smile, “You think that's perverted? You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Maybe this is a bad idea. Having wild, carnal, fringing-on-illegal sweaty hot passionate sex with your roommate. Maybe. But when your bare back hits his soft mattress with a ‘ooomf’ and he rids himself of that damn towel, you struggle to see past this moment right here, right now. Jungkook is naked, and it’s a glorious sight.
You’re grinning when he crawls up the bed, but to your surprise, no, rather to your excitement, he stops when his profile is faced with your underwear. Hooking his fingertips beneath your thong he smirks, gaze briefly meeting yours until he’s dragging your underwear beneath your ass and down your legs.
Being naked in front of Jungkook is something you’ve often thought about, it was the motivation behind your tactical shave earlier today, secretly praying this would happen. But now that you’re here, in his monochrome bedroom that smells of vanilla, on full display for the man you’ve been crushing on for so long. It all gets a little overwhelming.
“What are you doing?” He mumbles, thick brows pinched when you sheepishly shut your legs and stop him from seeing the whole show.
“I-, uh…” You swallow, clearing your throat, “It’s been a while…”
“And?”
“And I’m nervous.” You giggle, throwing your head back into his pillows.
At this he makes his way up to your face, knocking your legs apart with his knees to settle his weight between them. His strong arms hold his body in place, planted either side of your face. The way he’s peering down at you should be illegal, so smug yet there’s a glimmer of concern behind his sparkly eyes. It’s when he releases a breath of air against your face that his features soften into a faint smile, awestricken.
“I think you’re gorgeous Y/N, you don’t need to be nervous.”
“I haven’t had sex in almost a year…” You whisper, avoiding his gaze.
“And?” He repeats, chuckling mostly to himself, “Neither have I. And it didn’t stop you from using that noisy ass vibrator of yours the other night, did it?” Your eyes snap to his in a panic, he’s fully laughing now, the sound equal parts mischievous and salacious. “Walls are very thin…” He sniffs, tilting his chin to the wall his headboard rests on, backing onto your bedroom.
It’s after you sigh, beyond mortified that he heard such obscenities, that he sinks his lips to a sweet spot on your neck, sucking the flesh harsh enough to leave sensual bruises, “Let me make you feel good baby, I promise I’ll make you feel good… Don’t be nervous.” He murmurs, and you’re left breathless.
The pet name sends a rush of something strange over your body, you’re not used to him calling you anything other than loser. Maybe your name, but definitely not baby. You like it. While he’s working on making a total mess of your neck the familiar heat and lust comes back, stronger, deeper, and more determined.
“Jungkook… Please… W-want you to make me feel good.” You whisper, already in a daze.
It’s then that you feel him smirk against your skin, planting one final coy kiss to your lips before making his way down your body with one continuous lick that has your body aflame. His tongue never leaves you, travelling to your collarbones, your breasts. The flat wet muscle glides over your nipple and you gasp, brows furrowed in concentration.
“You’re so sensitive…” He hums, lapping up your nipple, taking it between his teeth and playfully sucking. Tiny whimpers and moans peep from your lips, along with the occasional gasp that has your roommate losing his goddamn mind. His tongue soon finds the other nipple, winning himself more of the same noises that are making his cock throb with anticipation already.
“So nobody’s ever made you come, huh?” He mumbles, “But you’re so fucking sensitive baby… Aren’t you?”
“Mhm…” You bite your lip, hands greedily smoothing over his bare shoulders. You want to feel his body, his entire body. You want it on top of you, next to you, underneath you, inside you. Perhaps it’s due to all the pent up frustration harboured toward him, but there’s a dull beat between your legs that you so desperately want him to listen to.
And then it hits you, Jungkook likes vocal women.
“Make me come please… Want you to make me come…” You moan, writhing around beneath him at the new found tingles all over your body. The cool air kisses your core when he spreads your thighs, sinking down the bed until he’s eye level with your bare pussy.
“Oh my god.”
His words win you to tug yourself up onto your elbows, a little curious. That’s when you find him staring at your vagina with pure astonishment. Lips ajar, brows hiked so far up his forehead that it’s wrinkled, a small surprised scoff hot against your flesh.
“What?” You frown, suddenly self-conscious, “What are you looking at?”
“What am I looking at?” He parrots, sighing with puffed out cheeks, “The prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen, that’s what I’m looking at.”
“Oh.” You giggle, not knowing what to say.
You didn’t expect him to be so confident in the bedroom, so outspoken and complimentary. It’s no secret that he’s a very socially awkward man in the streets. Apparently a very different story to the personality he has between the sheets.
“You have the cutest little beauty mark…” He whispers, sinking his lips to your folds, “Right here.” He kisses you gently, and you feel like squealing. “Fuck, you’re addicting baby. Losing my mind down here.” He chuckles right before digging in.
He places a languid, drawn-out lick from your entrance to your clit, one so mind-numbingly slow that your toes curl against the sheets. He repeats this, once, twice, three, four, five times until he’s dipping his tongue between your folds with a whispered moan. It feels nice, feels good, but it's not enough.
“You plan on making me come any time soon, loser?” You playfully kick his shoulder, winning hot laughter against your centre.
It’s then that his arms hook under your thighs and he drags you closer to his waiting face, until his full lower-profile is smothered in your cunt. His chin, his multitalented lips, the soft bend of his nose, all of it. He playfully slaps your thighs and you take the hint, throwing your legs over those obnoxiously broad shoulders of his.
That’s when your guttural moan fills the air, when Jungkook starts lapping up your clit so expertly that you question whether the whole ‘shy, socially inept, cute boy’ persona he has going for him is just a façade.
He’s good at this. He’s fucking amazing at this. You’re gasping for air when he suckles on your clit, massaging the muscle with his tongue while it’s still being pulled between his lips. You groan, you hiss, you whimper. It feels indescribably fantastic, and there’s no way he’s not going to be able to get you off doing this.
“Holy shit, Jungkook.” You whine, hips pushing your core impossibly closer to his face. “Mmmph, oh—” Another long moan cuts you off, actually it’s more of a groan. A needy one at that.
His hooded stare flickers up to your face, watching your every move before him. “So sensitive.” He murmurs, sounding disbelieved.
Watching you wriggle and whimper for him only fuels his lust further. He takes it upon himself to push your legs onto your chest with one hand. Until your knees are to your breasts. You don’t complain at the new angle so he carries on, pulling away from your pussy for a second to spit on his fingers. Not that he thinks you’re going to need it, you're already drowning his sheets.
Unceremoniously he plunges two digits into you dripping walls, and you shriek.
“Jungkook, oh god, oh my god Jungkook…” You pant, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open.
It’s a second later when his mouth reattaches to your clit and you’re borderline sobbing. You feel so full, like an elastic band being stretched to it’s limits. You’re going to snap soon, you know it. There’s a heat building in your gut, one that comes in rhythmic waves that match your racing heart.
That’s when something odd swells inside your stomach, something new and exciting and overwhelming. Jungkook’s fingers aren’t fucking in and out of you like you’d expect them to be, they’re consistently inside you, curling upward and pressing against a spot that very few people, yourself included, have ever managed to discover.
“Jungkook seriously what the-, fuck!” You warn him, eyes flying open in utter disbelief.
“Mmm?” He chuckles, his response lost to the sounds of your pornographically wet pussy squelching and sloshing around his fingers.
“I’m-, oh my fucking god…” You’re whining, whimpering, shivering. “Feels so fucking good.”
At this he moans in response, sucking your clit harder, hitting that spot inside you even harder, faster. You inhale sharply, preparing yourself for the earth-shattering ecstasy that’s sure to crash down on your body any second now. But strangely enough it isn’t the hold of your clit between your roommates lips that pushes you over the edge, nor is it the thrilling curl of his finger.
You peer down at him, his brows furrowed deep with concentration, the same way they are when he eats something delicious. His face is spinning and twisting to each and every side to make sure he’s licking and sucking all your nerve endings. And that’s when his heavy eyes flicker up at your mess of a face.
Jungkook winks.
And you squirt everywhere.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!” You groan, watching the man who you’ve been simping over for years giggle against your skin as though he hasn’t just made a catastrophic mistake.
Because now you’ve experienced this side of him, there’s absolutely no way you can go back to just being roommates.
He doesn’t fold, doesn’t stop, nor does he slow. No. He carries on. Sucking, finger-fucking, licking, moaning, curling those digits and slurping at your pussy until it happens again. And again. And again.
And again.
“P-please…” Your body jumps and jolts on the mattress, convulsing from oversensitivity, your back damp with sweat and heart beating so fast you fear it’s going to implode any second now. “I-, I can’t take another one…” You pant, hands flying to the hairs at his scalp where you try and pry him aware from your core.
He hums in agreement, nodding along with your words all while wearing a big, dumb grin. “Okay.”
You’re fucked. Head spinning, reeling, brain unresponsive. Limbs already aching, you’ve never come this many times in one sitting to date. Not even with that ‘noisy-ass’ vibrator of yours. The distant sound of laughter forces you to come back to reality, finding Jungkook laid next to you with shiny lips and a wicked smirk. His head resting on the bend of his elbow, his pierced brow quirked curiously.
“I’ll give you a minute...” He’s laughing, tongue toying with his silver lip ring. A moment later he shifts on the bed, until he’s laid on his back and his entwined hands are tucked behind his head. A content smile broadens his features, a smug one, one that gives you a devilish idea.
Adrenaline and the need to have his cock inside you courses your veins, along with a hint of arrogance. That’s what leads you to sitting up, mouth falling open when you catch sight of Jungkook’s huge cock, rock hard and waiting. Oh you’re about to give him the best birthday present in the world. He wants a woman that can ride him? Who can last longer than four bounces?
Challenge accepted.
Carefully, you throw your leg over his waist until you’re hovering over his muscular body. He really is huge, by every ridiculous definition of the word. Lazily, he opens his eyes before they grow wide with surprise at your current position.
“Oh?” He chuckles, hungrily exploring your naked body with his stare, as though he hasn’t been ogling it for the past however long you’ve been in here. “I’ll warn you now, if you’re any good at this I’m gonna have to take you on a date.”
“We’re going out on a date regardless.” You snort, gripping the base of his shaft, shit, he’s big, “Since you’re the only guy around here who knows how to make me come.”
“Suits me just fine loser, I'll take you on a date. If you're lucky I'll make you squirt again at the dinner table.” He grins, wetting his lips. “Let me rephrase then, if you ride me like you mean it I’ll take you on the best date of your life this weekend.”
“Deal.” You wink, chest swelling.
You pump his cock a few times before you sink yourself down onto it with a long, shaky moan.
“Holy shit… baby…” He pants, tugging at his own hair with furrowed brows.
Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut but you can just about make out them rolling back into his skull behind his lashes. It’s when you’re fully settled onto his cock that you bite your lip, picking yourself up only to slam down onto him with a loud wet smack. His doe-eyes snap open at lightening speed, a drawn-out grown rumbling his strong chest.
“Fuck!” He gasps, jaw slack and eyes wide.
You grin down at him triumphantly, clearly he didn’t know you were capable of making him feel just as good as he made you feel. You repeat the motion, harder. You do it again, and again, until Jungkook’s hissing and messily gripping your hips in a hurry.
“Y/N… What the fuck?!” He stifles a moan when he bites his lip, mesmerised by the way your pussy squeezes his cock each and every time you pull yourself up and drop back onto it. “Seriously what the fuck are you made of, oh my-, fuck—”
It’s at this moment you brace yourself on his chest with splayed hands, keeping your body steady before you ride him like your existence depends on it. Like there’s no tomorrow. Like you’re the only two people on earth. There’s a hot burn in your thighs but you don’t let up, bouncing on him consistently, pace never faltering.
He’s so big that you fear you’ll split open, but you welcome the underlining sting of being this stuffed. Obscene wet noises along with the sound of the bed squeaking in sync with your movements fill the air. Beneath you Jungkook is a moaning mess, he’s chewing on his lips as though that’ll stop the profanities and groans from escaping him – but it doesn’t.
“Baby… Oh we definitely-, oh shit-,” He hisses, hands snaking round to your ass cheeks where he squeezes them like they’re his favourite stress-balls, “We should’ve done this-, way-, waaaay sooner.” He moans again, head thrown back into his pillow.
You’re slamming down on him with force, so much intent behind your bounces that the crown of his cock hits your cervix each time without fail. The sight before you will be burned into your memory forever. Jeon Jungkook, panting, whimpering, trying his absolute best to keep it together all while you ride him to heaven and hell and back again.
“You like it when I ride this fat cock of yours?” You moan, usually you’re not one for dirty talk but you simply can’t help yourself. He looks… Feral. And it’s only spurring you on even more. “You’re so big Jungkook, fuck, feels so fucking good inside me…”
“You-, you’re…” He can’t get his words out, they’re dying in the back of his throat, lost to the ‘mmmphs’ and ‘ooohhhs’ he delivers every time you drop down on him. “Do I l-like it? Fuck. Best-, mmmph, best fucking pussy... Slow down baby, please.” He whines, the sound has your lower abdomen in utter turmoil, another orgasm threatening to ripple your body.
You do as he says, he is the birthday boy after all. Besides, there’s no way in hell this is going to be the only time you’ll ride him. Your evenings together are going to look a whole lot different from now on, that's for sure.
The speed of your ministrations slows, but the depth and force does not. You’re still fucking yourself on his hard length with so much purpose that you feel his knees buckling, thick thighs twitching beneath you.
“Baby, fuck…” He rasps, “Ohhh fuck! Mmmph…” It’s like he’s mesmerised, mouth hanging open and eyes incapable of looking anywhere but you. He's completely infatuated with the way you feel atop of him.
You feel a hand snake up to the nape of your neck before you’re being pulled toward his face, his lips smashing against yours in another series of messy, desperate kisses. Gritting your teeth when the white hot heat inside your walls threatens to snap, Jungkook feels your sopping walls clench around his girth and groans into your mouth.
“Again? Ohhh...” He hisses, trying his best to sound cocky but it’s less than convincing when he too is a whimpering mess. “You’re a fucking goddess Y/N-, ohhhh.” He pants, finding your hips with tattooed hands where he holds them in place.
It’s a moment later when he plants his feet flat against the mattress, bending his knees, showcasing his strength when he keeps you in one place above him. That’s when he fucks you hard, as though he’s punishing you for something. Thrusting in and out of you so violently that you’re blubbering into the crook of his neck.
“Fuck! Right there, right fucking there!” You cry out, voice almost lost to the brutal clapping noises of you being fucked ten ways to Sunday.
Each rut of his hips has you seeing stars, he feels so fucking good inside you. So deep. His pelvis is knocking against your swollen clit, be it intentional or accidental you'll never know - but it has you spiralling into insanity.
A long, vocal moan tears from your throat when you’re hit with another orgasm. You feel boneless, as though you’ve just discovered the real definition of pleasure. You’re so wet that he’s sliding in and out of you with ease now, the pulsing of you walls throwing him over his own edge until he thrusts into you one final time.
It's deeper, he's holding your hips in place, dragging them impossibly closer to his body when he fills you with his come. Breathless and sweaty.
“Baby… Oh my… god.” He chokes out between ragged breaths, and you can’t help but giggle into his skin.
Moments later you’re rolling off him, too weak to adjust the position you land in but you do throw a leg over his thighs with a smile. Heavy breathing and quiet chuckles bring you back down to earth, forcing you to gaze over at your roommate.
Jungkook’s already looking at you like he’s madly in love, as though you’ve just offered to do this every day with him for the rest of your lives. When you wet your lips and smirk you register his cock twitching against his abdomen, he really is shameless. And by the look on his face, he isn’t even close to being through with you.
"Best. Birthday. Ever." He pants, absolutely befuddled that he's just had sex, mind-blowingly, indescribable sex with his roommate, the same roommate he's been fawning over for a long time now.
You send him a wink before pulling his face to yours, there's no fucking way you're done with him either.
As a House of Lust manager, Jimin can't afford to break any of the rules meant to protect workers. Yet, there's one you want him to break.
⤑ wc: 8.6k
⤑ pairing: jimin x reader
⤑ genre: non-idol!au, escort!au, smut
⤑ warnings: boss-employee sexual relationship, escort!reader, escort manager!jimin, lots of dirty talk, degradation, slight dumbification, name-calling (whore, slut, bitch), oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected intercourse, creampie
⤑ read on AO3
⤑ this work is a part of the 'house of lust' collab, find the masterlist here!
You don’t flirt with employees. You don’t entertain their flirting, you don’t lead them on, you don’t think about them when you get off, don’t imagine the fleshlight you’re fucking into is a part of their body, and you definitely don’t see their image flash in front of your eyes as you come and moan their name. It’s not something that professionals let themselves do, and Jimin thinks highly of himself and his ability to run House of Lust.
It’s a place he’s proud of, one that makes people’s wishes come true—if they’re moral and legal, of course—and that’s exactly what Jimin always wants, to make people happy. His work is his life, the best thing he’s created, the one thing he’s proud of. People from all over the region have heard about the famous House of Lust, have come to visit the city just to get a shot at getting inside it, and, if they’re lucky, have some time with one of the employees.
And his employees are the best there is, Jimin’s made sure of that. He’s picked them all personally, ensured that they’re perfect for the job. When he chose Taehyung, Jimin saw the potential that the man’s charisma, which was then hidden behind a shy exterior, held. That, paired with his deep voice and amazing looks meant that the man would become a favorite, which he has. The same went for Jungkook, who was even more bashful than Taehyung. But, when he finally came out of his shell and realized his power, there was no stopping Jungkook, who was one of the favorites.
And then there were you—his flawless choice. When he picked you, Jimin was picking with his brain, clearly, because you are ideal for House of Lust. The men simply eat you up, willing to pay more and more each time for just a fraction of your time, just to get to have you for a while. And you’re picky too, telling Jimin no a lot more times than the other employees—which is always your right and Jimin would never make you sleep with someone you just felt like you couldn't, even if that is your job.
Still, a part of Jimin picked you because he wanted you near, wanted to keep an eye on you, have you close, even if he can’t touch you or have you. That’s not what you do with employees. Despite being very well aware of that, Jimin gets a bit happy when he brings you a new work offer and you turn it down. He loves knowing you’re picky and that you won’t let just anyone have you, even if you have every right to.
Jimin also loves finding out about you turning down other employees. Jungkook has made a move, according to Namjoon, but you nipped that idea in the bud, explaining that you don’t mix business with pleasure, which sent a clear message to everyone else. This decision put you out of everyone’s reach, as you should be, even if that includes Jimin.
But, you still flirt with him. He’s your manager, but that doesn’t stop either of you. You come into his office for your weekly talk with him, to give your feedback, to complain if there’s something to complain about, and you always look right into his eyes with a smirk, saying things that could be taken the wrong way, looking at him like he’s a meal. He does the same to you, even though he’s tried to fight it for a long time. A little flirting never hurt anybody, right?
Plus, knowing someone like you finds him attractive strokes Jimin’s ego more than you can imagine. He catches you staring at him when you’re in the same room and he stares right back. Sometimes, you look at the cameras by the door pointedly, especially when you’re naked. It’s as if you know Jimin’s watching, and you encourage him by smirking that way.
He has every right to watch, it’s not something perverted—the cameras don’t show the places the clients usually choose for sex such as the bed or the sofas or the occasional desk. They only show the entrance to each private room. When you’re on your way out, you often don’t bother putting clothes on and walk out naked, smirking at the camera as if you’re telling Jimin you see him and you know he’s enjoying the show.
Today, you’re in his office so Jimin can check what happened with one of the clients who you walked out on, which you’ve never done before. You’ve turned offers down when Jimin brought them to you, but you’ve never walked out on someone in the middle of service, which is why you’re here now.
“I know our rule is what happens inside the room stays there, but if this man did something to you, I need to know,” Jimin stresses, leaning against the table, his legs crossed at the ankles, a couple of inches from yours as you sit right in front of him and look around, completely uninterested.
Your voice sounds so sweet and soft, completely unlike what Jimin knows you can be. With a sigh, you continue, “Jimin, I’ve told you already, he didn’t do anything to me, there’s no need to worry. If he had, I’d talk to one of the security guards. The guy just started with stuff that wasn’t agreed on, which is why I left.”
“Stuff like what?” Jimin asked out of pure curiosity, breaking his own rule. What did this man want to try that you didn’t? It wasn’t a first in the history of House of Lust—it’s been in function for decades now, and many people wanted more than they’d paid for or more that was allowed, but it’s the first time it’s happened under Jimin’s rule.
You clear your throat and look up at him without any shame, speaking in a low tone, “He wanted to degrade me.” You sigh, the corners of your mouth lifting slowly into a smirk before you continue, explaining it to Jimin like he doesn’t know what degradation is. “Call me names, act like I’m his slut, call me that, and everything else that definitely wasn’t in the original offer we both signed.”
Jimin feels blood rushing to his cock at the words leaving your mouth and he feels terrible for it. You’re talking about something that made you walk out on a client, and he’s here getting hard at the idea of getting to call you his slut. He has to take another course on professionalism, ASAP.
“And that’s where you draw the line?” Jimin asks, making a mental note to himself. Degradation is not your thing.
“Yes,” you nod slowly, still staring right into his eyes as he struggles to maintain eye contact. “It’s too close to real life.”
Jimin is confused by this and he’s sure you can read it from his expression, even though he tries his best to keep a straight face.
You chuckle and continue quickly, “Let’s say… I don’t want work to ruin something I like.”
“Oh,” Jimin mouths quietly, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Degradation? So you are into it, after all. God, you’re perfect indeed. “I… I’m sorry for prying then.”
“No, it’s fine,” you get up and nod, pulling your skirt down to cover a bit more of your thighs that he so desperately wants to sink his teeth into. “I just didn’t want to let that guy take that from me, in a sense.”
“And that’s completely fair,” Jimin agrees and quickly pushes himself off the desk so he’s now standing face to face with you, eyes piercing through yours. “You have every right to say no, especially if it’s something not previously agreed.”
“Thanks.” You muster out a smile, suddenly focused solely on Jimin. Whenever you give him one of these looks, Jimin feels like he wants to have you right then and there. “You’re always sweet to me. I mean that.”
“You… I… I’m like that with all my employees,” Jimin says, minimizing his affections towards you as much as possible. Yes, he’s like that with all of them, but he only fantasizes about you. “You should all feel happy here, as much as you can at work.”
“Are you sure about that?” You take a step forward and stop right before your body crashes into his. It’s wrong, looking at your employee like that, unable to keep your eyes away from their body. The worst part about it is that Jimin’s attraction just grows when he looks into your eyes—it’s like he can’t win, not unless he stares at the ceiling or something. What are you trying to say here? “You’re like this with everyone?”
Jimin gulps loudly, so much so that you cock an eyebrow up at this sign of nervousness that is so unlike him. He can’t let you know that he doesn’t look at you the same way he does others, the way he should—it’s against all rules, and it might make you feel uncomfortable around him, which is the last thing any of you need at work. “Y-yes. I hope I treat everyone the same way.”
“I don’t notice you staring at Tae’s ass when he walks past you… Or Jungkook’s tits, even though he has a nice pair,” you joke with a smirk, clearly insinuating Jimin ogles you. You must have noticed, then. You know he stares at your body parts and fantasizes about you, and you’re throwing it in his face. “And you don’t get as flirty with them or the other women who work here as you do with me. So, no, I don’t think you’re like this with everyone.”
“I…” He tries to stand up for himself and think of something that would make him look better, but words simply aren’t coming to him. Jimin feels like a deer caught in headlights as he tries to come up with an excuse under your watchful eye, but his mind keeps drawing blanks. Clearly, you’ve noticed, and he’s not sure if he should lie or not.
You decide to show him some mercy and speak up again. “Maybe we should just skip all of this…” you look around, waving your hand as if that will help the right word come to you, “bullshit and act on this chemistry for once?”
“Act?” Jimin repeats the word and knows he sounds stupid—but, he has to ensure he heard you correctly, that he understood what you meant. This is not something he can easily come back from. He gulps and waits for your response, unable to stop staring at your face that’s inches away from his.
“Yes, Jimin,” you nod and take a deep breath. “We can fuck and get it out of our systems or we can just pretend this conversation never happened.”
The offer hangs in the air as Jimin inspects your eyes carefully, his gaze moving down to your slightly open lips. You have no idea how many times he’s wanted to kiss them, bite into them, push his cock past them into your mouth… No idea.
He’s a weak man. His role here obligates him to say no to you. So does his decency. But, his desire for you is greater than that, so Jimin moves in without a word, hand grabbing you by the waist and pressing your body into his as your lips finally meet.
“Fucking finally,” you mumble into his mouth like you’ve just read his mind. But, that’s the least of his concerns since he feels your palm pressing into his crotch, teasing his cock.
“You don’t waste time,” Jimin scoffs, but he’s actually happy about that. He’s been imagining this for a long time and he sees no point in kissing for an hour before getting down to what you both want here. He kisses you again, this time shoving his tongue inside your mouth like he’ll do with your pussy if you let him. “I like that.”
“Don’t think it’s slutty?” you grunt back, one of your hands moving up to grab him by the hair, body twisting into his, save for the hand that’s rubbing his clothed cock into full erection.
Jimin backs away slightly, just to get a good look at you and check whether you’re thinking about the same thing. You’ve just told him you’re into degradation not even five minutes ago, but he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries—well, except the ones he’s already crossed by kissing you and grabbing your ass. “That’s where you want to go?” he breathes out the question, stopping in place.
“If you do too,” you nod slowly, eyes half-closed as you stare at his lips, body still right against his. “Same rules as for the clients?”
“Yes,” Jimin nods, repeating them in his mind. Green means go, red means stop, and if your mouth is occupied, two taps on the thigh mean stop too. Simple. “Why did you stop, slut?” Jimin asks, looking down at the palm that’s now just resting against his cock, not moving an inch. “I’m not going to do your work for you.”
“Sorry,” you mumble and instantly drop to your knees, which is not what Jimin wanted. No, he wants to kiss you and hold you, get to play with you, but if you want to suck him off, who’s he to say no?
You get his cock out of the confines of his suit pants before he can even blink, taking it into your mouth instantly all the way, letting it get fully hard while surrounded by the warmth and wetness of your mouth, your eyes looking up at him, playfulness oozing out of your gaze.
“Fuck,” Jimin can’t help but mutter, not when you’re looking at him that way with a mouth full of dick. The second he feels his cockhead hitting the back of your throat, he grunts and throws his head back. Fuck, you’re better than he thought.
“So fucking good,” he tells you, hands moving down to grab hold of your hair while you pull his clothes down his legs. Jimin helps you by kicking the clothes and his shoes off. Then, he remembers what you want, so he adds, “As expected from a fucking slut like you.”
You moan at his words, looking up at his face with furrowed eyebrows, almost pleadingly as you choke on his cock. The vibrations of your moans send shivers down Jimin’s spine. What a warm, pretty mouth you have, all for him. “How long have you wanted this, huh? Seems like you were just waiting for a chance to come offer that tight cunt to me… Hoping I’d be desperate enough to take it, huh?”
You nod with a groan and start bobbing your head up and down slowly, allowing him to enter your throat and then pulling almost all the way out, leaving him soaked and hard. Fuck, do you know what you’re doing…
Jimin hisses as soon as he feels his tip entering your throat again. No wonder all these men give you rave reviews and are desperate to get another session with you—the way you give head can make anyone come in a matter of seconds. It’s about the eyes, he realizes. Yes, the way you suck and tease his cock with your tongue, moving it around swiftly is ideal, but the way you look at Jimin?
He could blow right here and now because of that look in your eyes, one of utter arousal and submission. He feels like you’d be ready to give him anything, and that makes him so fucking happy. You choke again, this time pausing to take a deep breath, and Jimin laughs.
“That hungry for cock?” he grabs your hair, this time a bit harder than before, but you lean into his palm as if you enjoy it, practically purring around his dick. “Calm down, you’ll get it… Just get it ready for me. Have to be wet to fuck your used-up little hole.”
Your loud moan around him tells Jimin he’s doing a good job at giving you what you want. He shouldn’t be surprised that someone as confident and radiant and determined as you likes to be degraded—it’s textbook behavior. Yet here he is, amazed that you’re letting him tell you these things, that you’re getting excited over the way he’s talking down to you, the borderline insults clearly doing their magic on you. “That’s what you want, right? To have it in you? Get fucked by your boss at work so everyone around knows just how big of a whore you are?”
This time, you cry out and he can hear you, even though his cock is in your mouth, in your throat, and you’re swallowing around it, sending waves of pleasure to travel down Jimin’s spine, straight into his crotch. God, he wants to fuck you stupid, for real. He gets a pass while that guy got walked out on for overstepping boundaries, and something about that makes Jimin really excited. Other men don’t get to treat you this way, but you’re letting him do it and you’re loving every second of it.
“I bet you’re fucking soaking,” Jimin notes since he’s already thinking about your pussy anyway. He doesn’t give a single fuck about the number of men you’ve slept at or off work—all he wants is to get to be one of them. He needs to fucking feel you around him, wants to hear you moan his name, just his, as he rams his cock into you after such a long time of desperation. He’s wanted you badly and now he has to show you just how much. “I could put it in now and it would slide right in, hm?”
You nod and he pats your head before grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, getting you to purr again, your eyes closing as you moan around him. Okay, so hair’s definitely a weak spot. Nice. He can fucking ruin you from behind then. “You should be happy I’m even letting you touch my cock with that nasty mouth of yours,” Jimin mutters, and your eyes snap open to look at him. Quickly, a smirk spreads across your face. “You’re gonna have to work a bit harder to get it in your cunt.”
With that, Jimin places his palms on either side of your head, locking it in place. You breathe out through your nose and continue looking at him, giving him a simple blink. He supposes it’s your way of saying yes, so he thrusts into your mouth, watching your face to catch your reaction. If you tap his thighs, he’s releasing you from his grip instantly. You don’t, even though your eyes are watering, so Jimin starts fucking your throat, thrilled by the fact you’re letting him do it, the fact that you love it, that you’re staring up at him as your eyes fill with tears.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he’s mumbling to himself, overwhelmed by the warmth of your throat. Jimin looks like the type of guy who fucks hard—and he does—but right now, he doesn’t want to ruin your throat the same way he’ll do your pussy, so he takes it slow.
It’s still pleasurable when he’s going slow, and Jimin gets to feel your mouth even better now, cock sliding over your tongue, into your tight throat, and then back over your tongue, warm and raspy against it. “I bet you’re soaking now that I’m using your hole as a cocksleeve, hm? Ruined panties… Sticky?”
Jimin’s just teasing—he doesn’t really expect you to be wet from sucking him off, which is why he’s surprised when you spread your legs and lift your skirt to your stomach, revealing that you’re not wearing anything under it, at least not on your bottom half. The scene of you going commando sends his mind into a frenzy. Did you plan this whole thing?
“Do you usually walk around with your pussy out?” he mutters. With that, Jimin pulls his cock out of your mouth, waiting for you to say something in return for the first time in a while. A string of your saliva still connects your lips with his dick, and that’s all he can focus on, a part of him wanting to take a picture and hold onto it forever.
“Sometimes,” you say, your voice sounding so much weaker than the last time you spoke to him. You quickly clear it, sounding much more confident when you mutter a quick yes.
“I know,” Jimin mocks your tone of voice as he pouts at you, rubbing the tip of his cock all over your pretty plush lips, a scene he’s imagined at least a million times. He’s never imagined you being this obedient, though, and it brings the whole thing to a new level. “Just waiting for someone to bend you over and use your slutty little cunt.”
Isn’t that what Jimin’s been imagining all along? He couldn’t stop thinking about getting to bend you over every possible surface in this place and fuck you senseless. And now, he’s finding out that’s exactly what you want to hear. It’s a match made in heaven.
“Mhm,” you hum in agreement, sticking your tongue out. Jimin uses this opportunity to smack your tongue with his cock, enjoying the wet sound it makes. It looks great too, and it’s hard for Jimin to stop staring at the scene in front of him—you on your knees, hands on your thighs, tongue on full display as you look at him with eyes full of lust. Fuck, he wants to fuck you badly. “Such a pretty slut,” Jimin whispers at you as he gives your tongue another smack, and he notices how your eyebrow cocks up.
“Suck on the tip,” he instructs, and you do as asked in a matter of seconds, mouth fitting perfectly over his cock head, cheeks hollowing out as you suck and moan. “How many other guys have you let use your whore mouth like this?”
You gently move your head from side to side, still completely focused on sucking Jimin’s tip while your hands wrap around his length. Usually, he’d smack your hands away, but not today—Jimin has to see just how good you are at it, and he doesn’t get disappointed this time, either. Your hands twirl around his cock, stimulating the parts you didn’t fit in your mouth. While you do it, you let out long moans, the sounds sending vibrations through his dick.
“What an obedient little whore I have here,” Jimin compliments you and hopes you know it truly is a compliment. While he’s more than ready to give you whatever you want, he enjoys having you at his beck and call, at least for a little while, and he admires the way you completely surrender, not even a hint of your usual demeanor left. You’re the first to tease back, flirt back, shoot someone down, yet here you are, taking his insults with loud hums, not a sliver of brattiness in you now. “Take it all.”
Once again, you don’t have to be told twice—his cock is in your mouth again, his hands grabbing your head once more, his hips snapping into your face. This time, he’s going a bit rougher than before, but only because he wants to hear you choke on his dick, wants to see you struggle with it a bit. “Good fucking slut!” Jimin tries to get the words out without groaning loudly but fails, unable to keep his voice down when you’re taking him so well.
Everything you’re doing now seems like a piece of cake to you, like something you can do with little to no effort and still excel at. You’re taking his dick in and swallowing around it like it’s nothing. That’s why Jimin’s ecstatic when you grab his thighs, fingernails digging into his flesh as you moan. There’s no thigh tapping, so you don’t want out of this position, you don’t want him to stop even though it’s clearly intense, and how can it not be? He’s moving deeper into your throat with each thrust, never getting enough. “Don’t tell me a slut like you can’t take some throat fucking?”
The words make you shake your head slightly, as much as you can considering Jimin’s hands are keeping it in place so he can continue fucking your throat and enjoying every single second of it. You have no idea how pretty you look on your knees for him, skirt now covering your naked crotch, hands on Jimin’s thighs as you gaze at him, eyes once again filled with tears. “Hm, that’s better…” he nods in approval and slows his pace down. “It would be a shame if you couldn’t use your holes to get men off… What else are you good for?”
You grunt and shake your head as if you’re trying to say ‘nothing’, and Jimin agrees with a chuckle, even though it’s the furthest thing from the truth. You had him wrapped around your finger even before all of this. Now, he knows he’ll let you have whatever you want whenever you want it, employee or not. “That’s right. Just a hole for me to put my cock in and get it wet… If you’re good, I’ll fill one of them up.”
You try to nod, but Jimin stops you by shoving his cock into your mouth and throat as far as it can go, your nose touching his pubic bone, eyes focused on his while you hold your breath and gag. He doesn’t pull away nor do you signal for him to. Instead, you swallow, and tears drip out of the corners of your eyes. “So pretty when you cry for some dick,” Jimin coos, his thumbs wiping the tears that have escaped you. “Want some more?”
When you blink once, Jimin starts moving again, hips snapping forward and shoving his dick in, backward and letting it rub against your tongue, fucking your mouth. While he does it, you can’t seem to stop moaning or gripping his thighs. Tears continue to drip down your cheeks, smearing your makeup, making you look fucked out already, and Jimin can’t wait to actually get to ruin you. One of your hands sneaks between his thighs to grab both his balls and squeeze them, causing Jimin to kick his head back, grunt, and almost come.
“Fuck!” he mumbles, quickly pulling out of your mouth, not wanting to come just yet. He can’t stop at this, no way. Jimin has to fuck you. “Sneaky slut,” he scoffs at you, slapping your cheek with his dick. “You really do want to get filled up with cum.”
“I do,” you admit breathlessly, taking a big gulp. The confession wakes up something in him, and he can no longer take it—he has to feel more of you.
“Then it’s a hole of my choosing,” Jimin says as he grabs your chin roughly, knowing he’s not causing any real pain. You seem to love it either way because you moan at the way his fingers dig into your cheeks, squishing the flesh. “And you should be happy you’re getting even that… Since you’re walking around with your ass out for the world to see, I shouldn’t even be entertaining a slut like you, let alone giving you exactly what you want. But I’m in the mood for an easy lay, and you’re here, so…”
You nod excitedly, which makes him chuckle again. You’re so fucking good to him, and he makes a mental note to tell you that later, to tell you how perfect you are at this, how wonderfully hard you make him when you just look at him. “Use me then,” you suggest timidly, barely able to speak because of his hand on your face.
“And what else would I do with you?” he snickers and lets go of you.
The very next second, Jimin’s grabbing your hand and pulling you up to your feet, his hands instantly finding your ass to grope, hissing at the touch of your warm skin. This time, Jimin kisses you long and hard, letting his tongue roam your mouth, enjoying the way you moan into the kiss, hands clutching onto his button-up.
Without a word, he breaks the kiss, walks around you until he’s standing right behind, and unzips your skirt from behind, letting it fall to the floor. You shiver when his hands graze your skin from the thighs up until they reach the hem of your sweater, which quickly gets pulled off of you and thrown on the floor, followed by your bra. “There, naked…” Jimin hums in approval, taking in the sight of your naked body, the body he’s dreamt of so many times. “You’re used to being naked like this for men, right? Want them to drool all over you.”
Without waiting for you to say something in return, Jimin grabs your neck from behind, his mouth finding your neck and kissing it, which makes you shudder and moan. Your hands reach back and grab Jimin’s thighs like you want him closer. Because of this, he grabs your hips and pushes your chest into the desk. “Just like that… That’s how you fuck a slut like yourself.”
Suddenly, you’re bent over his desk, ass in the air—just where Jimin wants you. The very next second, he’s digging into your pussy from behind. His mouth latches onto your lips and he licks and sucks like he’s making out with them. That’s the way he eats pussy, like he’s kissing it, tongue slipping in between your folds, circling your clit, and then moving up between your lips to your entrance and teasing around it.
“Oh my God, Jimin!” you moan louder than he’s ever heard you, even though it sounds strained like you’re trying to keep it in but failing. “Please, Jim—ngh, fuck!”
He can’t say anything to that since he’s moaning into your cunt like he would if he was getting to kiss you now, hands digging into the supple flesh of your ass as he keeps your cheeks spread for easier access. What a perfect sight it is, he thinks when he pulls away slightly and looks at your crotch, pussy spread for him, ready to take his cock.
“Stupid little slut,” he mumbles, placing pecks all along your slit, enjoying the way you drip onto his lips with every kiss. “So dumb and wet already… You really don’t need much to get wet for me, hm? Or is it like this for every guy? Just need a guy to tell you he’ll fuck you and you’re practically creaming… Moaning like a bitch in heat just because someone’s giving you head.”
He’s trying to sound condescending but he’s failing—Jimin moaned just as badly when you wrapped your pretty mouth around him and he had a hard time stopping himself from coming. You don’t seem to notice though, you sound too busy crying out and holding onto the desk while he eats you from behind, showing you just how much he’s enjoying your taste. “Ah, fuck!” is all you can tell him, and that makes him laugh at you.
“Already speechless?” Jimin scoffs, letting go of one cheek so he can smack it, hard. “Fucking you dumb really won’t be a problem. So fucking needy.”
“Fuck me,” you plead all of sudden, voice so quiet he almost misses your request. It’s something he thought he was never going to hear from you, seeing as you are his employee and many things can go wrong.
“What was that?” he asks before biting into your cheek and moving down to your clit again, sucking on it.
“Please, fuck me, Jimin, please,” you correct yourself quickly. “I’ll do anything.”
“I’ll think about it,” he scoffs at you, licking a strip up to your entrance and then backing away. “Let me see you stuff your pussy on your own. Two fingers.”
You sneak your hand between the desk and your body, between your legs, and ease two fingers inside of you slowly. With a loud groan of his name, you start fingering yourself, and Jimin’s entranced by the sight of your pretty fingers disappearing into your heat, reappearing soaked, the sounds they make quickly filling the room.
“Needy fucking slut,” Jimin hisses the words at you with a loud spank to your ass cheek, one that makes you clench around your fingers. “What do you want?”
“Your dick, Jimin, please!” You have no problem pleading, and Jimin loves that. It gets his dick to twitch instantly, even though he’s sure you could ruin him with your words if you wanted to—you could get him to beg, too. “Please, fuck me…”
Jimin grabs your hand by the wrist and pulls it away from your pussy, but not to fuck you. No, he does it so he can start smacking your sopping cunt with the back of his palm, causing you to yelp and arch your back into him, clearly desperate for more. “Even a slap will do?” he snickers and smacks you again and again until it feels like his entire palm is drenched.
He sees your hole clenching and releasing, notices how you back your hips into him more and more, hears you repeating please over and over again, and it gets him just as desperate to feel you. Jimin’s doing the whole degradation thing to please you—he could have done with good plain old sex, so this is absolute torture for him too. You’re writhing under him, screaming his name, needing more, and he has to pretend he doesn’t want the same thing.
“Desperate whore!” he tells you before giving you another loud smack, his other hand grabbing your ass cheek. “Is this how you beg all men to fuck you? Just spread your cheeks for them, show them how wet and tight you are, and lure them in? Such a slut, you have to beg…”
“I am, Jimin, such a—fuck!—slut, I need you, fuck, please…” Your words come out in the form of cries, and Jimin wants you even more now, so he orders you, “Spread it all for me, come on, use your hands.”
You do as asked and grab your ass cheeks, spreading them open so Jimin can get an even better look at your pussy and see just how wet you are. He grabs his cock and rubs the tip against your clitoris, almost grunting because of how loudly you moan at the impact.
“Oh my God!” It sounds guttural now, fucked out, spent, and he loves it. He hasn’t even put it in yet, so he uses the chance to tease even more and rub his way up to your entrance and then back down again, spreading your pussy lips with his thick cockhead, enjoying your warmth.
With each slide up, Jimin’s cock gets coated even more, and you get even more frustrated, so you try to push your hips into him when he’s near your entrance, which earns your ass a slap from Jimin. “What are you trying to do, huh? Can’t fucking wait two minutes to get some dick? Here, have it.”
With that, he slides his cock into you with ease, bottoming out in a second. Jimin planned to start pounding into you mercilessly, and he is going to do it, but he first needs to get adjusted to the feeling of having your cunt around him. Otherwise, he’ll fill you with cum sooner than expected. “What a tight cunt,” he mumbles at you, hands gripping your hips as he stays lodged inside you.
All the teasing affected Jimin just as much as it did you, and his cock’s been leaking precum from the second he buried his nose in your pussy and ate it, trying to memorize how you taste and smell for all the lonely nights ahead. He’s definitely going to think about your juicy cunt later on, imagining he’ll get a chance to touch it, kiss it, fuck it again. So, he has to stay still for a while or he’ll absolutely lose it.
“Please, Jimin…” You’re the first to speak and it’s funny, because you beg right away shamelessly, so he can only scoff. That, in turn, makes you moan and arch your back into him.
“Please what?” he asks you as he pulls his cock almost all the way, the very tip of it barely an inch inside of you. Jimin decides to tease you just a tiny bit more before giving you both what you clearly need.
He gets the answer right away, which pleases him. You don’t mind your words and you’re not afraid to sound desperate. “Fuck me… Use me. Fuck. Me.”
“Full of cum?” Another question is accompanied by a movement of his hips, which now snap forward, allowing his cock to enter you all the way. There, it stays still until he hears your response. “Is that what you want, dummy? Get stuffed with cum?”
“Yes!” you whine, kicking your head back, face distorted in a frown. Jimin can’t get enough of you, he can’t stop staring at how gorgeous you look, especially with a cunt full of him. “I want it!”
“Say it then,” he coos, both hands sliding up your back and grabbing your hair, collecting it at the top of your head, which gets you to moan again. “Let me hear just how big of a slut you are for me…”
“Please, Jimin, fuck me full of cum,” you manage to mumble even when Jimin grabs all the hair with one hand, tugs at it, releasing it just enough to wrap it around his wrist. This way, he has way more leverage when he pulls, and that’s exactly what he wants. “Please, fuck me hard!”
That’s all it takes for his patience to run out. The very next second, Jimin starts pistoning into you, allowing you both to enjoy the friction his dick is causing in contact with your walls. You’re so ready for him, he feels it more with each thrust, and just wants to keep going forever.
“Fuck, Jimin, fuck!” After this, you can’t speak properly, and Jimin can’t tell if you’re moaning words or just making sounds of pleasure. Does it matter? He can’t think straight either, let alone talk to you and degrade you. He could, if you two were dating and he was used to how fucking exquisite you feel around him, but not now, not when this is probably the only time he’s going to get to sheathe his dick into you.
“What is it, baby?” The term he uses is not one you asked him to use, so he quickly pulls on your hair so hard you cry out. But, you push your hips backward even further, which tells Jimin you love it. “Finally happy to get dicked down?”
“Yes, y-you have no, fuck, no idea,” you grunt, fingers clawing his desk. “More, please.”
“Harder?” Jimin asks and feels his cock twitch at the thought. You want to be fucked real hard then, and he’s a fan of that. Rough throat-fucking? He’s not that big of a fan, always scared of hurting the person on the receiving end. But, rough sex? Getting to slam himself into you over and over again so hard you can both only moan? Sounds perfect. “Is that what my little slut wants?”
“Yes, yes,” you repeat over and over again, going as far as to lift one leg up on the desk at a 90-degree angle, allowing him better access. “Please.”
Jimin smacks your ass a couple of times for good measure, admiring the view for a while before he goes back to fucking you. One hand continues pulling on your hair while the other grabs your hip for support. The next second, he starts pounding into you from behind so fast the desk moves a bit forward with every thrust, the sounds of skin hitting skin fast making it almost impossible for Jimin to discern your words.
You sound perfect when you beg him and moan his name, but you sound even better when your words aren’t even coherent, when you’re letting Jimin know he’s fucking you so well you can’t even speak. There’s nothing he enjoys more than knowing he’s fucked someone dumb. The feeling just gets better when it’s you he’s fucking.
“Fuck, you take dick well,” Jimin manages to mutter in between sharp thrusts. His hips continue slamming into yours, thighs smacking into you, causing you to bump into the desk, but you probably don’t even feel the pain right now—you’re crying out in pleasure for him, completely focused on the way his cock is making you feel, at least that’s what he thinks and feels. “Letting me fuck you like this, where anyone can walk in and see you spreading your legs for me…”
He doesn’t care that he’s at work, that you two definitely shouldn’t be doing this, or that you’re the employee here. All Jimin can think about is that you’re letting him fuck you like this, take you however he wants to, and that you like it as much as he does. What else is there, anyway? You’re both adults who are obviously horny for each other and more than capable of pleasuring the other.
“Yes, Ji—fuck! There, there,” you cry out as you reach back and place your hand over his, which is still holding onto your hip for support.
When Jimin feels your warm touch, he goes wild and even surprises himself. He just wants to make you come, make you feel the way he’s wanted to for the longest time, wants you to come back for him because he’s always ready to give it to you. At that point, he’s not sure how he doesn’t blow his load into you—it may be the fact that he’s solely focused on hitting the spot that you like over and over again, as fast and hard as he can go, already feeling his thighs tightening. But, he can’t stop, not now. “You’re gonna come for me? All it takes is a little bit of cock and you’re creaming and crying like a slut.”
“Such a slut,” you repeat, sounding drunk, which makes Jimin feel proud. He’s fucked you almost dumb, speechless, body relaxing under him—a sign for him to go even harder and keep filling your cunt full of dick.
The faster he goes, the louder you moan until your entire body starts writhing, back arching and stopping in place, a scream leaving your mouth, letting Jimin know you’re coming for him.
“Jimin, Jimin, fuck, ah!” Your hand grips his harder as waves of pleasure ripple through your body, ending up in your crotch. Jimin stops moving immediately, letting your walls flutter around him, clenching and releasing as you scream out his name again, and it feels divine.
“Feel so fucking good,” he tells you, still buried in you to the hilt, letting you pulsate around him. “Such a good little slut…”
“God…” You sound breathless, voice almost gone. “You’re so… Fuck… Amazing. Such a good dick. Hard… Could stay like this forever.”
Jimin enjoys the sudden change in behavior, all the compliments you’re giving him, seemingly forgetting about your wish to be degraded, which doesn’t include any of what you’re saying right now. So, he lets go of your hair and leans in to pepper kisses along your shoulder up to your neck and the side of your face. “You feel amazing,” he says, sucking on your skin. “So warm and tight and soft and tasty… Perfect.”
Softly, he starts moving again, cock moving back an inch or two and then all the way in again, just enough for your walls to pull his skin back and get him off. Jimin can feel you’re already swollen and he’s not exactly surprised—he can’t remember ever fucking someone this hard. He’s sure your hips and thigh will bruise later today, too. He wasn’t exactly careful about that, but it’s not his fault. In fact, both of you acted mindlessly around each other, not thinking about a single consequence.
You’re awfully quiet now as you come off your high and let Jimin fuck into you gently and kiss his way up to your face. The closer he gets to you, the better he can hear your soft breathing, enjoying the shimmer of sweat along your skin and the way you shudder after each soft kiss he gives it.
You’re like putty in his hands in a completely different way than earlier, when you wanted to be used like you meant nothing. Now, you’re letting him treat you right, and Jimin might actually prefer this. “So pretty… Sound perfect when you come for me… Could keep fucking you for hours like this.”
“I really wish you would,” you breathe the words out and move your leg back down on the floor, returning it to its original position, which still allows Jimin to enter you fully.
Jimin does, but slowly, his hands moving to your front, one grabbing your breast, the other wrapped around your stomach. Every part of you he touches feels perfect, fits in his palms just right, and he never wants to stop touching you. The only reason Jimin does this is to keep you close to him, feel your body pressed into his, even though he’s still wearing his stupid button-up and can’t get more skin-on-skin contact right now.
Still, Jimin can feel your warmth through the material, so he fucks into you a while longer, enjoying the feeling of you all around him. He’s wanted this for such a long time, and now that he has it, he wants to memorize every single detail, live through it right, make a memory.
“I don’t want to stop,” Jimin admits, even though his orgasm is approaching—he can feel it building up, and he knows he’ll come undone in a couple of seconds. “Just want to keep fucking you and touching you…”
You place your hands over his own, pressing them further into you, as you kick your head back and rest it on Jimin’s shoulder. “Come on… Give it to me,” you giggle, sounding like you’re almost teasing him now, like you’re enjoying the sudden shift in the mood and the way Jimin’s treating you. “I want to feel it.”
“Oh, you will,” Jimin scoffs and wraps his hands around you tighter, speeding up his movements just a bit, enough to send himself over the edge. The second the first spurt of cum shoots out of his cock, he moans your name loudly, the side of his face pressed into the side of yours, both sweaty and panting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Take it!”
“Jimin…” The fact that you’re moaning while he’s coming just makes him come harder, ropes of white coating your walls as he fucks you, giving you his all.
“So warm, fuck, baby, just for me,” Jimin moans against the skin of your neck, clearly relaxing a bit too much, but he can’t help it. His mind is completely blank, and all he focuses on is you—the way you smell, how warm your pussy is, how amazing it feels to have you in his arms, how soft your cheek feels pressed against his… It’s all perfection, every single detail, and he doesn’t want to pull out, not even after the very last drop of cum is out, not when he starts getting soft.
However, he has to. As soon as the post-orgasm bliss is over, Jimin realizes he’s your boss and he still needs to be somewhat professional. Letting himself go this way isn’t like him, but he’s done it now, and you’re probably going to have to have a talk now, one he dreads. If you set boundaries, you two are never going to do this again.
Jimin pulls out of you after placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, grabbing the wipes off his desk so he can stop the cum from spilling out of you and onto your skin and the floor. You stay leaned against the desk as Jimin cleans you up slowly, taking his time, enjoying the view one last time.
“Thanks,” you tell him once he pulls away from your body, happy with his work. As you push yourself off the desk, Jimin realizes your makeup is smeared, so he leans in and grabs another wipe. One of his hands grabs your chin and holds it in place while he cleans your cheeks and undereye, making sure he gets all of it off before you leave the room, before someone notices that you’ve been fucked so good you cried.
The moment is weirdly intimate, more than everything you’ve just done, and Jimin takes a second to enjoy it, his eyes locking with yours once he’s done. You both smile at each other and Jimin, against his better judgment, pecks your pretty little mouth. He wants you again, but it’s a thought he has to shake off, so he suggests, “Let’s get dressed, hm?”
A couple of minutes later, you’re both fully dressed, an awkward silence ensuing as Jimin isn’t sure what to say. You, however, go back to being yourself, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he hears you speak up, “Thanks for, uh, the experience. I know you’re probably freaking out about all of this, seeing as you’re all prim and proper, but we did nothing wrong. You being my boss has nothing to do with this, and it hasn’t influenced my decision to sleep with you in any way. I just wanted to.”
“Oh… Okay,” Jimin clears his throat and sits down at his desk, the one he’s just defiled with you. How is he ever going to work here without thinking about railing you on it? He’s thankful for you saying this, and he’s not sure how to explain just how much. “I am happy to hear that. I wanted to, too. Really.”
“Good,” you grin and tap your fingers against the desk with a sigh. “Listen, since you’re the manager here and I’m sure you’ll feel bad about sleeping with me as an employee, maybe you can… Book an appointment next time.”
“Book a— Really?” Jimin shakes his head with a scoff. Are you implying he should pay you for sex? Or are you telling him you no longer want to fuck him like this? This was the last thing he expected from you.
He’s confused, which you can read off his face, judging by the loud chuckle you let out. “Relax. I mean, even managers have needs, and there’s no rule against managers booking a service. So, there’s a loophole there, I guess.”
“I see,” he nods, still thinking about it. Is there something in the rules saying he can’t book a service here? Taehyung got a blowjob from one of the workers and he didn’t get fired. But then again, Taehyung just words here—Jimin runs the whole place. Still, why couldn’t Jimin do the same? He was an employee, too. “I’ll look into that loophole.”
You nod and walk to the door, stopping right before turning the doorknob. Jimin watches you give him a look over your shoulder, one that causes him to smile—the smirk tells him you’re up to something, as always. “Or, you know, we can just fuck outside of House of Lust and keep work separate. Wouldn’t want a nice guy like you to break any more rules for me.”
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An invitation to a Christmas gathering at Taehyung’s place turns into an opportunity for you and Jimin to explore new territory.
⤑ word count: 10k
⤑ genre: sub!jimin, smut, non-idol!au
⤑ pairing: jimin x reader
⤑ warnings: smut [handjob], dirty talk, size humiliation, light degradation, mentions of pegging
⤑ rating: 18+
⤑ read on AO3
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The longer you knew Jimin, the better you understood him and his intentions. One of your favorite things about Jimin was that he knew what things were too personal and he never brought them up in order not to ruin the mood.
After he met the man that made you so miserable back when you were younger and more naive, you were happy that Jimin didn’t feel the need to discuss the whole thing, even though it had to be shocking for him too. After all, you’d already told him everything he needed to know and you saw no point in picking old wounds and explaining it any further. Nothing good would come out of it.
The longer you knew Jimin, the better you understood his shyness. Of course, he’d already explained to you why he felt the way he did, how long those thoughts plagued him, and what type of progress he’d made, and you appreciated all of those things. But, you also noticed that Jimin was still reserved in public, around people, including his friends, but you didn’t push him. If he gave you that same respect, you were going to give it right back without assuming it was all about you.
So, when Christmas came around and Jimin invited you to have dinner at Taehyung’s place, you immediately noticed the shakiness of his voice, which cracked by the end of the sentence he tried so hard to get out. You instantly noticed it because he was making progress around you and his voice never faltered unless you were talking about something that made him really anxious, like sexual stuff and, apparently, hanging out with his friends.
You were studying together in the library for hours and then he asked you to accompany him. The fact that he waited so long to ask you only told you it took Jimin a while to gather the courage to even ask. Clearly, this dinner was important to him.
Could you blame him for being scared of asking?
Who would want to take a girl who humiliates them for fun to hang out with all their friends? Jimin was probably scared you’d treat him the same way you treated him when it was just the two of you, but you hoped he knew that would never happen. You’d never show his friends any signs of your private dynamic.
This time, though, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and asked Jimin if he was nervous about you coming with him. There were things that you both wanted to keep to yourself, but this was something you had to touch on, at least, even if it was too personal.
“Jimin, are you sure you want me to come?” you kept your voice low, so the conversation would stay between the two of you, even though the library was empty at this time. “You seem kind of worried about it, and I don’t want to go if my being there will make you uncomfortable.”
Jimin gulped loudly and then looked into your eyes. “No, I want you to come. I just… Don’t know how my friends will react.”
“To you bringing me as a date?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. Did his friends have something against the two of you dating? Taehyung, for one, loved the idea, and you were sure nobody else had anything against it. Why would they?
“No,” Jimin shook his head. “They’re all excited that we… Spend more time together now. I mean about the… Our thing.”
You leaned in, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and leaning in very close to his ear, “You think I would tell your friends about the toys you like to use or about you coming in your pants for me so often?”
You enjoyed watching him blush but smile through it because the memories were as pleasant for him as they were for you. Just a couple of days earlier, you got Jimin to come in his pants in public and the look on his face kept you up at night. It was cold outside, so he looked really pale but his cheeks got flustered because he felt that what the two of you were doing was wrong.
You whispered really nasty things to him—things you wanted to do to him, things he wanted to do to you, things you’d do with other people in front of him, anything that could get his mind and dick going, and it worked. He came with a grunt, and his cheeks instantly got red when he realized he was in public with a stain forming around his cock. Luckily, he was wearing black jeans and it wasn’t even visible to those who didn’t know what they were looking at.
Again, the library was not the place to be thinking about Jimin’s cock or the things you wanted to do to him to get him all worked up. You were there to study and to talk about this dinner party, apparently.
Jimin then cleared his throat and sneaked a glance your way. “Maybe,” he admitted, to which you immediately shook your head.
“Minnie… I’d never do that,” you told him, trying to sound as serious as you felt. “It’s between us. I may tease you, but not in front of other people. You know that, right?”
Jimin nodded but didn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, sure,” he said and got back to reading again, so you dropped the subject and hoped he knew you were serious about it.
On your way back home, while Jimin was explaining how complicated the dance he was practicing was, you kept thinking about the dinner thing. It was actually sad that he was worried about bringing you around his friend group, instead of being happy you two could share the experience together. Normal people didn’t have these worries, you realized. If he was dating a nice girl, like Natalie, he’d take her there without even giving it a second thought.
It took him at least three hours to ask you to join him, granted he found out right before you two met up, which probably wasn’t the case.
“Hey, Jimin, sorry, my mind’s not in it,” you stopped him mid-sentence, feeling guilt for being unable to concentrate on something that important to him. “I’m thinking about the dinner at Taehyung’s and I just want to tell you that it will be okay. Please, don’t worry about me showing or telling anyone anything about us.”
“Okay,” Jimin nodded with a sigh. “I didn’t really think you would say anything.”
“Good, because I wouldn’t. What’s between us stays there, right?” you asked and reached out for his hand, to which he intertwined his fingers with yours. “So, please, don’t worry about me embarrassing you in front of your friends and saying anything of that sort in front of others.”
“That’s good to know,” Jimin grinned and kept walking, so you followed too, hand in hand. “I was just worried that people would notice how we are around one another and figure it out, I guess.”
“How we are?” you wondered what he meant by that. Did you act strange around others? You didn’t really think so. You, for one, loved teasing him, but that was about it. You didn’t do it when other people could see or hear, so you were sure nobody knew what was really going on.
“I, I mean, we uh, we aren’t, uh, the most conventional people out there when we’re uh, together, I think,” Jimin mumbled his way to the end of the sentence with a knot in his throat.
“Do you mean because we’re not exactly touchy-feely or because we don’t have sex but play with each other or something else?” you asked shamelessly, completely forgetting that even a question like that could get Jimin flustered, which it did.
Jimin looked around as if he was wondering if someone heard you, which was impossible since there was practically no one on campus in late December. Still, his action showed you he still wasn’t relaxed around you when it came to sex.
“All of that,” he managed to say without his voice cracking so you squeezed his hand, hoping that would provide some kind of reassurance.
“We’re just two people dating,” you told him, which you could tell surprised him. “That’s all your friends will see. And what happens between us when we’re alone is our secret. Just like what they do in their bedrooms is theirs.”
Jimin nodded in agreement, happy that you found some common ground, but you just knew he was probably overthinking it and would do so until the dinner was over with.
The funny thing was, you were more nervous about the dinner than Jimin, at least it felt like it. You kept thinking about how his friends would react to the two of you, how Jimin would treat you in front of other people, whether his friends would think you’re a weird couple, and if you’d embarrass him in any way. When you realized what you were doing, you told yourself to get a grip and get over it.
It wasn’t like you to think about these things because you rarely got yourself to care about men this much. If someone’s friends didn’t like you, so what? It’s not like you had any real interest in them, so it wouldn’t matter if their friends had something to say.
Jimin, on the other hand, meant more to you than that, so you felt like you had to leave a good impression on his friends. You already knew Taehyung and Jungkook, and now that you remembered that you got Jimin to come in his pants in their vicinity, you were embarrassed with yourself for putting him in such an uncomfortable situation in the first place.
But, you instantly remembered how much Jimin liked that and how happy he was to oblige and blow his load in his boxers while you whispered nasty things in his ear, which eased some of your worries. He liked it too.
You weren’t like Mansoo, you weren’t forcing Jimin to do things he didn’t want to do, you weren’t depriving him of the things he wanted. In fact, you always asked him what he wanted, but most times, Jimin was too afraid to say it out loud. Maybe he’ll get over his shyness after a while and ask for what he really wanted, and you’d make sure he gets it. Until then, you’d just have to wait for him to start opening up.
Jimin picked you up a bit earlier than agreed, but you’d expected that. He’d never risk being late and would rather show up an hour early than ten minutes late, so you got ready half an hour before you had to be ready, and it paid off. Up until that point, you’d never seen Jimin in a suit, so seeing him dressed like that when you opened the door for him made you stop dead in your tracks and stare at him.
Since you didn’t say a word when you opened the door, Jimin stared right back, seemingly shocked by your silence. You, of course, immediately realized that he was surprised to see you stare at him like that, so you checked him out from head to toe and whistled in approval. “Wow, you look great, Minnie,” you told him with a grin, which made him smile right back at you with a sigh of relief.
“Uh, thank you,” Jimin scratched the back of his head and looked at you from head to toe, a lot slower than you did. “You look… wonderful.”
“Thanks,” you nodded, stepping out of the apartment and locking it behind you on your way out. “Ready to go?”
Jimin nodded and led you to the car and, of course, opened the door for you. He wasn’t really talkative during the ride there, and you realized he was still worried about how the dinner was going to go, so you decided to ask him about it. Honesty was the best policy after all, right?
“Are you worried about the dinner?” you asked after minutes of riding in silence, other than the song that was playing on the radio. It was weird for you two not to talk for such a long time, and you couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Uh, not worried,” Jimin said, scrunching his eyebrows. “It’s a social gathering, so it’s not exactly the ideal environment. Then I’m also taking you this time and I’m sure we’ll be the center of attention.”
“And you don’t like being that,” you said, nodding. You understood what he meant. Whenever one of your friends brought a guy to one of your gatherings, the guy would immediately become the main attraction, like Jimin said. Everyone would ask a question, make jokes, and try to include him in the conversation. Jimin didn’t want that to be the two of you since he never enjoyed having that many eyes on him, and you completely understood. “You can just turn around and drop me off at the apartment, you know?”
“I wouldn’t do that,” Jimin scoffed, still focused on the road, both hands on the wheel, staring right ahead. “I invited you.”
“I know, but if you feel even more nervous than you usually would, you might not have a good time,” you sighed.
“We’re going,” Jimin cleared his throat. “It will be fine.”
He didn’t sound convinced, but you had no choice other than to nod and stop pushing. If he wanted to go without you, he could, but Jimin wouldn’t leave you hanging like that, you were sure. He’d never do that to anyone, even if you didn’t mind.
“You should wear suits more often,” you said in a teasing manner, turning to face him to take the sight in, and the complement visibly messed with Jimin.
Jimin shot you a glance but quickly looked back at the road, shaking his head. “Why?”
“They fit you just right…” you cocked your head to the side and inspected the suit he was wearing.
The shirt was white and tight, hugging his toned arms and torso, accentuating his slim waist, while the fact that he left a couple of buttons unbuttoned made your imagination run wild. Then, the tight dark blue pants made the curve of his ass and those thick thighs even more visible, and you suddenly got an urge to touch him.
Jimin gulped loudly at your compliment before smiling, even though you could tell he was trying not to. “Thanks,” was all he could muster out before you started to drag your fingers up his thigh, stopping right before you reached his crotch, dragging your nails all the way down to his knee.
“You look so manly in a suit,” you chirped, continuing to tease him with your fingernails while Jimin tried to focus on driving. “All business-like. Big dick energy.”
The thought made Jimin snicker, which in turn caused you to make a tsk sound at him, unhappy that he wasn’t able to take the compliment. “What, you don’t think so?”
“I… Thank you,” Jimin decided to back down. “I didn’t know you liked suits.”
“Me neither,” you admitted, suddenly realizing that Jimin got hard. “See? That’s a part of their charm. I can tell when you’re in the mood.”
Jimin bit down on his lip and took a deep breath, still staring right ahead while you fought the urge to cup his crotch. Your fantasy included Jimin pulling over and fucking the shit out of you on the side of the road, punishing you with his cock for all the snickering and teasing you did, making you understand who’s really in charge. But, Jimin kept quiet and in a couple of minutes, you reached Taehyung’s place.
When he heard Jimin park in front of the house, Taehyung answered the door, waving at the two of you with a huge Santa hat on his head and a Christmas apron on, looking like a warm host. As soon as you approached, Taehyung went in for a hug.
“Thanks for coming, it’s so good to see you,” he said, patting your back. “You look great!”
“Thanks for the invite,” you said and then looked at Jimin, who was getting a hug from his friend. “Didn’t know you’re such a Christmas fan.”
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year and all that,” Taehyung chuckled loudly, patting Jimin on the back. “Really happy you two could make it.”
“Yeah,” Jimin nodded and then handed Taehyung the bottle of wine and a cake you two bought for the occasion.
Going there empty-handed wasn’t an option, not when Taehyung seemed to put in a lot of effort into making a ton of food, getting a bunch of alcohol, making punch and mulled wine, and at least five different types of cakes.
As it turned out, his friends helped since his family was out of town. Taehyung hated the idea of spending Christmas Eve alone, so he invited a bunch of friends and told them to invite anyone else who feels like hanging out. Luckily for Jimin, that meant that the two of you were not the center of attention. Of course, some of Jimin’s friends wanted to be introduced to you, but most of the people there weren’t close to Jimin, so they simply said hi, asked you two how you were doing, and moved on to talk with someone else, leaving you two to spend most of the evening together.
“Fancy seeing you two here,” Jungkook walked over and greeted you with a huge smile on his face, which gave away just how tipsy he already was. “I’m lying, I knew you were coming.”
His joke make you laugh, but Jimin still seemed tense, as if he was scared someone was going to say too much to you, or that you’d say too much to his friends.
“Having fun?” you asked Jungkook, trying to keep the conversation going since Jimin seemed out of it. These were his friends, but he seemed stiff and panicky around them right now, and you knew you were the reason behind that.
“Yeah, actually. Taehyung really outdid himself this time,” Jungkook looked around and nodded in approval. “Have you guys tried the soup? I don’t know what he put in that thing, but it’s great.”
“I really have to get the recipe, no kidding,” you agreed as the soup was so good you were starting to think Taehyung ordered it, and it made Jungkook laugh. Jimin breathed out through his nose in an attempt to laugh too, but you could tell he was still awkward.
“Is Jimin being good company today?” Jungkook leaned in and wrapped his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, and you could just tell Jimin felt embarrassed about the question.
Of course, Jungkook was charming, confident, and talkative—all the things Jimin just didn’t think about himself, so when Jungkook made a remark about Jimin and his company, you were sure it upset your date.
“Jimin’s always great company,” you said, nudging him, to which the two of them shot glances at each other.
“I didn’t know she was such a liar,” Jimin joked, which made all three of you laugh, and you thought Jimin would finally start relaxing a bit more once he realized that no one was there to make fun of him, especially not you. “Just trying to avoid people, I guess.”
“It’s a good thing you brought a date then,” Jungkook grinned at you. “Nobody wants to come over and interrupt a couple talking. Well, nobody except nosy guys like me, but I just wanted to say hi and tell you to eat something before it’s all gone.”
“That went great,” you noted once Jungkook left you two on your own by the table, and Jimin nodded in agreement.
“True, nothing embarrassing was mentioned,” Jimin continued nodding. “It’s okay so far.”
“What are you so scared of?” you leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “Are you afraid your friends are going to tell me something?”
“I just don’t want them to say something stupid or embarrassing,” Jimin admitted after a second of eye contact. “I mean, you already know I’m not very social and all that stuff.”
“There’s really nothing they can say that would change my mind about you,” you decided to be honest with Jimin since you could see he still wasn’t relaxed even though his best friends were here and nobody was paying attention to the two of you. “Being anxious around people is totally normal. Besides, if they make you feel uncomfortable, I can make them feel that way. If you want that, of course.”
Suddenly, Jimin burst out laughing and covered his mouth with his hand when he did that, but you still enjoyed seeing him laugh so heartily. “I just imagined you saying one of the things you say to me to Jungkook and it’s just… Gold. The difference is, Jungkook would have a good thing to say back.”
“You think?” you cocked your head to the side, challenging him. Of course, you weren’t going to say anything like that to Jungkook. You had no sexual interest in him and you, in fact, wanted his friend. Still, you wondered what Jimin thought of as a “good thing” to say back. Why didn’t he say it? “You’d be surprised.”
“Definitely,” Jimin cleared his throat and looked at the crowd of people that were gathering around the table filled with alcohol. “Guys like Jungkook always do.”
“So,” you scooted your chair to sit closer to Jimin, suddenly losing all interest in the food in front of you or the people in the room. “If I told Jungkook I wouldn’t be able to feel his dick, he’d say something back?”
It was a risk, just asking that, but you kept your voice down and you were 100% sure no one could hear. Still, if Jimin didn’t want to talk about that at Taehyung’s, you’d understand and change the topic. For a second, you felt like you did too much—he choked, coughed, and looked away before finally sneaking a glance your way.
“I t-think so,” Jimin whispered back, eyes focused on the table instead of at you.
“Like what?” you teased, wondering what Jimin thought a “real man” would say in that situation.
You were sure he had a lot of things on his mind, but never dared to say them to you, so he let you say whatever you wanted and do what you wanted, instead of asking for something himself.
“I, I don’t know,” Jimin shrugged and took a big gulp of the white wine in front of him, maybe to distract you both from the conversation. Or, maybe he needed some liquid courage. “Maybe that you won’t know until you try it.”
Then, Jimin glanced at you in that shy way of his that instantly turned you on. If he said those words to you, he’d get fucked. No, in fact, you’d let him do whatever he wanted, especially if he gave you one of those innocent looks when he said it.
It was time for you to challenge him a bit, so you lowered your voice again before speaking, “And you wouldn’t say that?”
“Me?” Jimin scoffed as if the idea was ridiculous. To be honest, you didn’t think he’d gather the courage to say anything of the sort to you, but a girl could hope. “I’d… Maybe think it.”
“Well, maybe you need to speak up for yourself more often,” you suggested before reaching for your glass and taking a slow sip while staring right into Jimin’s eyes over the rim of the glass, enjoying the way he was squirming because of you. “Can’t have something unless you ask for it.”
“I’ll, I’ll… Remember that.”
“You do that,” you chuckled and downed the rest of your wine before getting up. “Do you want more?”
Jimin decided to join you, so you ended up talking to two of his friends you weren’t that familiar with, Hoseok and Yoongi, who also seemed like cool guys. Of course, Jimin still wasn’t relaxed, but was he ever when you were around?
Still, he seemed a bit less tense thanks to the drinks he’s had, so much so that he even joked with Hoseok and Yoongi in front of you and didn’t seem embarrassed when they noted how happy he seemed around you, which you took as a great sign.
“He does? That’s such a nice thing to say, thank you”, you nodded at Hoseok, who smiled widely.
“You’re both nice people, I get why you get along now,” he nodded and patted Jimin’s shoulder. “Our friend here’s a bit on the shy sid—”
“A bit more than a bit, but yeah, go on,” Yoongi motioned for Hoseok to keep going with his motivational speech for Jimin, and you enjoyed every second of it.
“Dude!” Hoseok shot his friend a glare before turning to you, smiling, and continuing. “As I was saying, Jimin can be a bit shy, but he’s a really cool and kind guy once you get to know him better. I’m not saying you two don’t know each other well or anything, just that Jimin is cool.”
Yoongi nudged Hoseok with a snicker, thinking he was doing the most, which he kind of was. While you knew what Jimin was like, you liked hearing how other people felt about him—it helped you see the bigger picture and understand him a bit better. “Dude, stop.”
“You’re probably the only person in the world who thinks of me as cool,” Jimin said while chuckling. “You don’t have to try to impress her on my behalf.”
“I had to give it a try,” Hoseok placed a hand over his heart and frowned at Jimin. “I’m a real one. Anyway, I know you don’t need my help, I’m just sharing my opinion on you with your lovely date here.”
Yoongi placed his elbow on Hoseok’s shoulder and leaned in. “Since they’re here together, maybe he doesn’t need your help, huh?”
“Jimin definitely doesn’t, but thanks,” you smiled at Hoseok. “I can see all his friends really like him. That’s a good sign.”
“You see?” Hoseok clapped. “I did help! Now we’ll leave you to it, I’m going to get something to eat and Yoongi will follow me because he really likes to butt in every conversation I have.”
Once the pair was gone, you told Jimin you liked his friends.
“You do?” He seemed surprised as if they weren’t all trying to make you feel welcome the entire night. “I hope they aren’t making you embarrassed or uncomfortable.”
“Me?” you stopped for a second. “Me? You know I don’t get shy easily. They’ve all been really sweet. And they all seem to like you a lot.”
“They’re great guys,” Jimin agreed, pouring himself another drink. “Oh, there’s Jin from my dance class. Do you want to meet him?”
So, you met Jin and some other guys from the dance class, who also seemed to be sweet guys who respected Jimin. Everyone told you they were happy to meet you, but nobody gave any additional information like you hoped. A part of you wanted to hear what Jimin’s been saying about you, but you knew that wouldn’t happen—Jimin would never talk about you two to other people. Your thing was between you, so the fact that he invited you to Taehyung’s dinner party with all his friends meant a lot. He was finally letting you into his world, step by step.
A couple of hours and drinks later, Jimin seemed a lot more relaxed. He joked around with friends, talked a lot more openly with you, and even had his hand on the small of your back as you made your way through the crowd so he could show you to the bathroom. Of course, before that happened, you two were slow dancing, like everyone else. At a certain point, Taehyung dimmed the lights and said everyone had to dance to this one song, which made most people grunt. However, everyone did dance, so Jimin and you didn’t have a choice, not really.
It wasn’t that you minded at all, you were just worried about how Jimin would feel. Maybe he didn’t want close contact with you in front of his friends. Surprisingly, Jimin didn’t seem to mind either, probably because the lights were dimmed and nobody could really see you two.
His arm was wrapped around your waist while the other one held yours, chest pressed against chest, a smile on his face. You danced slowly, in silence, smiling at each other, and it didn’t take Jimin long to start looking away every couple of seconds. Instead of teasing him about it, you danced to the rhythm and enjoyed the warmth of his body against yours.
“This feels nice,” you told Jimin, letting go of his hand so you could hold onto his shoulder.
Jimin took the opportunity to wrap his other hand around your waist again, which took you by surprise. It was a lot more confident than anything he’d shown that day. “Thanks for coming.”
“Anytime,” you said with a chuckle. “I like this confidence on you.”
“You seem a bit more relaxed around me. It feels good,” you turned your face to the side so you could look at him. “Suits you.”
Jimin looked at you, tried to remain serious, but quickly smiled and looked away all flustered. He was trying to be more confident around you, but when you were that close, he just couldn’t. “It does?”
“Yeah,” you leaned in so you could whisper to him. “I love confident men.”
Jimin breathed in deeply and looked straight ahead, over your shoulder, while licking his lips. “Oh.”
“I like you more, though… Especially when you’re so composed,” you brushed your lips against his earlobe, and that immediately got a reaction out of him. “Manly.”
His cock twitched against your stomach, slowly getting erect, and you had very different reactions to it. You were pleased with getting Jimin horny so fast, especially with people around because it made you remember just how much Jimin liked this whole thing of yours. Yeah, he got flustered and shy, but he loved it so much. Jimin, on the other hand, stiffened immediately and held his breath.
Since that, of course, didn’t make his erection go away or make it seem any less noticeable, Jimin sighed. “Sorry.”
“Minnie, no need to apologize,” you squeezed his shoulder. “It’s… A compliment when it’s you.”
You could tell Jimin liked the compliment a lot since he immediately looked down and his cheeks flushed with color. “Uhm, uh, thanks.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I just, uh, don’t want people t-to see,” Jimin cleared his throat and gave you a worried look. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Want us to go take care of it?” You suggested, knowing Jimin could easily turn the offer down.
It was the first time you offered something like this up front, without all the teasing and games. You wanted to help him out, and you’d do it in whatever way he saw fit. If he wanted to finally feel you, you’d let him after he’s been so good to you. Still, he could say no.
After all, his entire friend group was right there, and Jimin wasn’t the type of guy who left the party to go fool around. You guessed his friends would tease him about it if they saw, and Jimin’s worst nightmare was being made the center of attention, especially when things turned sexual.
That’s why his silent nod surprised you. However, you didn’t hesitate at all, and that’s how you ended up going to the bathroom with Jimin’s hand on your back.
Jimin led the way, opened the door for you, and closed it behind you, and that’s when he stopped and waited for you to take control. For some reason, you hoped he’d be the one to do it that time, that he’d take the lead and kiss you first, or initiate something, anything.
“How do you want to get rid of it?” you asked, taking a step towards him. Once again, you were throwing the ball to his court, allowing him to choose.
“Y-you choose,” Jimin said after hissing since your mouth got really close to his. “It’s, it’s, it’s all fine by me.”
All? Really? You had a feeling he’d turn into a muttering mess if you told him to just put it in. You two weren’t there yet, and Taehyung’s bathroom probably wasn’t the best place to have sex for the first time, especially not with someone as sweet and delicate as your Minnie.
“Hm, you sure, Minnie?” you couldn’t hide your smirk when you asked, especially since your question made Jimin gulp loudly, probably at all the implications your question carried.
Instead of saying a word, he pressed his lips together and nodded once, slowly.
You had two options. You could be a nice girl for Jimin and drop to your knees for your date, let his cock out of the confines of his boxers, and suck it into your mouth. The thought of wrapping your tongue around his tip and licking the underside while his cock goes down your throat made you salivate, mostly because you could already hear Jimin’s soft, grateful moans and grunts before he spilled his seed into your throat.
The other option was more of something you usually did, which was to tease Jimin, play with him, but please him in the end, but not before making him squirm and mumble and become putty in your hands.
“Have it your way then,” you scoffed and placed your hands on his chest before pushing him gently until his back reached the wall and he had nowhere to go. Your leg made its way between his legs, your thigh pressing against his crotch as his erection only got harder. “Okay?”
“Y-yeah,” Jimin muttered, holding his breath as he looked down between his legs, the sight of your thigh pressing into his crotch clearly getting the better of him.
“I’m glad you said yes,” you admitted, leaning in to brush your lips against his neck on your way to whisper to him. “You turn me on when you act so manly and composed, Minnie… It’s so unlike you, but I love it.”
Jimin nodded slowly, his breathing getting shakier with every word that left your mouth.
“Can I admit something?” your voice was shaking when you asked Jimin that, even though you knew he’d say yes—didn’t he always?
“Uhm,” he paused to clear his throat and take a deep breath before continuing, “yes.”
“I really regret not making you come there with the plug in you, Minnie,” you dragged the nickname out, enjoying the way his teeth sunk into his plush bottom lip as he listened to you explained your desires. “If you had survived this night with it in your ass, I would have brought you here and sat on your cock, gave you the ride of your life… For being a good boy.”
As you talked, Jimin’s hips bucked into your leg desperately, and by the time you were finished with explaining what you would have done in that scenario, he was practically rutting against your thigh, wanting to feel more pressure on his hard cock, and that drove you wild. You loved making him lose control and forget where he was.
“What is it, Minnie, baby?” you whispered again before placing a soft kiss just below his ear, making him grunt. “Talk to me.”
“I need you,” he said in such a whiny tone of voice that it was your turn to hiss.
If you wanted to be mean, you could easily make him beg for you, get him on his knees, pleading for you to touch his dick. But, tonight was not the night for that. Jimin did great tonight. He brought you into his world, let you meet his friends, introduced you to everyone, and acted confident around you, which meant he deserved an award from you, not further torture.
So, instead of playing with Jimin, you quickly moved your hand down from his chest to his crotch, cupping his clothed cock, happy to feel just how hard it was for you. “You’re really, really handsome, Minnie… I hope you know that.”
Jimin nodded, but you knew he was just agreeing so you’d continue feeling him up, which is exactly what you planned on doing. After the slight nod, you squeezed his erection hard, so hard it made him moan, even though he tried to muffle the sound.
“So hard already,” you mumbled before removing your hand from his crotch, which instantly made him wince. “Pull your pants down.”
Obedient as he was, Jimin’s hands quickly found the button and zipper of his suit pants, and before you could blink, they were pooling around his ankles, letting you get a good of his toned thighs and clothed erection.
“Underwear, too,” you ordered, and Jimin once again did as asked. Soon enough, his dick was out in the open, and Jimin let his hands fall to his sides.
His cock was hard and sticking out, so you lowered your hand and gently smacked it from below, enjoying its weight on your palm. “Look how hard you are for me, Minnie… Already drooling?”
When you asked that, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling the drop of precum and smearing it over his tip, which made him hiss loudly. It was so hot to even see him dressed like that, all manly, dressed up, serious about this date, and then look down and see his throbbing cock lying in your palm, twitching up, desperate for a crumb of your attention.
You were sure you could talk him into coming—you could tell him he has a small dick and that you barely feel it in your palm, humiliate him, tell him you’d never fuck him, and he’s squirt cum all over you, grunting with red cheeks as he did so. But, tonight was not the night for such games, sadly.
“You’re being awfully quiet,” you frowned, to which Jimin instantly responded, not wanting you to worry.
“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want anyone to hear,” he lowered his voice when he told you this, and you realized he was actually scared of someone realizing what was going on in that bathroom, which was understandable.
“But you want this?” you wanted to confirm, wondering if you’d overstepped his boundaries and made a fool out of yourself by playing games with him in his best friend’s bathroom.
“Yes, yes,” Jimin responded right away with a grin. “Fuck yes.”
“Then we’ll just have to keep our voices down,” you whispered to him, leaning in close to his ear. Jimin’s body was reacting to you, and there was no way for him to hide it, not when his cock twitched in your hand lightly. “I just wanted to touch you and let you know how handsome you are in that suit… Acting so manly around your friends, being so sweet and polite…”
Jimin kicked his head back and moaned when you started to jerk him off slowly, just enough for him to get some sort of friction and enjoy the touch of your hand. You simply wrapped your fingers around his cock and tugged at the skin gently, pulling it back just a little bit.
“Out of all the men out there, you’re the only one that turns me on,” you admitted, which made him groan. “Do you know that, Minnie?”
“No,” he shook his head at you and looked into your eyes for a second. “I think they’re all a lot m-manlier…”
“Think they have bigger dicks?” You asked, still keeping your voice down, still holding onto his cock, and gently moving your fist up and down his length. He was crazy if he really believed any of those guys had anything on him or his dick. Jimin had it all—he just hadn’t realized it yet, but that’s why you were there.
“Definitely,” he hissed at the thought, clearly getting turned on by the idea of being the one with the smallest dick around.
“Maybe,” you agreed with a shrug, “but I’m still playing with yours.”
With that, you moved your hand up to your mouth, licked it, careful to get enough saliva on it so you could coat his cock, allowing it to move faster over his length.
“Ah,” Jimin moaned and closed his eyes at the wet sensation around him, “I’m lucky.”
“You are,” you couldn’t help but agree after reminding yourself that you’re still playing with him and that you weren’t supposed to be getting in your feelings while jerking him off, “but so am I.”
This admission made his eyes snap wide open before he gave you a confused look. Was he not aware of this? If not, you weren’t doing a good job of being a good date or girlfriend or whatever you were to Jimin. “You are?” he took a deep breath before asking as if he was gathering courage.
“Mhm…” you hummed in agreement without any hesitation. The last thing you wanted was for Jimin to start doubting any of this again. You’ve been there and done that, and those things were behind you. “I get to watch you be so nasty and then act so innocent around all your friends”
“Yes,” Jimin said as a drop of precum got smeared all over your palm due to your slow, steady movements. Oh, he was loving this whole thing.
“Do you like being that dirty?” The question was absolutely unnecessary as the answer was in your palm, but you wanted to drag it out to turn him on even more. You wanted to make him lose control of himself, take his mind off the anxiety, and live a little.
“Yes!” Jimin’s ready answer almost made you chuckle, so you rewarded him by speeding up your pace.
“And them not knowing?” you suggested, guessing this was something Jimin was into.
After all, you still couldn’t get that afternoon out of your mind, the one where you lay in bed with him and made him come all over himself while his friends were in the other bunk bed, unaware of the nasty things you two were doing.
“Yeah, that,” he nodded quickly, his eyes focusing on your fingers wrapped around his cock, pleasuring him so sweetly. “Mhm.”
Suddenly, the perfect question came to mind, one that could result in a very interesting conversation. “Do your friends think we fuck, Minnie?”
“N-no,” Jimin cleared his throat to get rid of the coarseness before repeating himself loud and clear this time, “no.”
“You didn’t brag?” you asked with a pout while squeezing his dick hard.
“No… I would never,” Jimin looked right into your eyes as he said those words, and you were certain he was telling the truth. You wouldn’t mind if he shared some parts of your relationship with others, seeing as that was what most people did. However, Jimin just didn’t seem to be that type of guy.
“Such a good boy for me,” you cooed and started moving your hand again, this time at a decent pace, one that instantly made him grunt. “Keeping your mouth shut when you need to…”
“I’d never talk about it,” Jimin repeated himself just to bring his point across, but there was no need—you trusted him completely when it came to this.
“Would they believe you?”
Jimin scoffed and looked down at your hand wrapped around his dick, “No way.”
“Right?” you giggled and tongued your cheek, remembering that you had to play your part here. “Who’d believe that anyone wants to touch that little cock of yours?”
Jimin played along instantly, muttering a quick “yes, exactly,” before biting down on his bottom lip, eyes still glued to your hand as it continued to pleasure him.
“Only as a joke,” you explained further, to which he instantly nodded
“Yes, joke… Pathetic,” Jimin said the word with such confidence that it instantly made you realize that was what he was into. He wanted to be called small and pathetic while you were providing him with some sort of sexual relief—that’s what excited him.
“Right,” you leaned in and moaned into his ear when you realized he was so into it he was leaking precum onto your hand, and you hadn’t even put your mouth on him yet. “It’s a pathetic tiny cock that I wouldn’t even feel. Well maybe if you put it in my ass, but not even that.”
You did not need to put that image in your head, let alone his, because it instantly made you wonder how he’d feel in both your holes. You’d take either one at this point, that’s how badly you wanted him.
“No, you wouldn’t,” Jimin shook his head and spoke in moans, hands balled up in fists as he fought against his orgasm. “It’s so… Small.”
“Not good enough?”
“Not at all,” he agreed with a gulp, despite it being the furthest thing from the truth. You knew he’d feel so good inside of you.
“I should get a real man to play with,” you bluffed, even though you’ve used this one a thousand times before, and it always seemed to work.
Jimin hummed in agreement, clearly entranced by the way you started to move your hand around his cock, watching it go up and down its length. You couldn’t blame him—you were having a hard time deciding between staring at his cock or at his pretty face.
“Should I go get Jungkook, Minnie?” you teased Jimin, wondering what he’d do in that situation. “Ask him to come fuck me?”
Jimin side-eyed you, but he was still immersed in pleasure, even though he seemed scared of you actually going through with this idea. You’d never do something like that, especially not with a friend of his, but it was a part of the game to say things you didn’t really mean.
“Maybe,” he finally said, and his admission turned you on even more than his hard dick in your hand.
“Imagine that… You jerking that tiny thing you call a dick while Jungkook takes me from behind…” you purred against his neck, making him hiss. “Would you like watching?”
“I’d,” Jimin gulped loudly before continuing, “I’d love to see you get fucked.”
He didn’t sound confident when he said the words, but he was louder than before, and you had a feeling Jimin only liked it as an idea.
“Would you like to fuck me?” you asked, feeling like your heart was beating so fast it would stop. Why did you even ask something like this? You were possibly setting yourself up for failure, especially since you were dying for him to tell you to make the first move or make one himself. Until then, you wouldn’t initiate intercourse, and that was slowly making you go wild. You wanted him, plain and simple.
“Fuck, yes,” Jimin kicked his head back and gulped before breathing in shakily, his cock twitching under your fingers. “I really would.”
The second he said that, you felt yourself clenching around nothing. You couldn’t remember the last time a man got you that turned on just by speaking to you. He hasn’t touched you, but you were already ready for him. “Even if your cock is small?”
Jimin hummed in agreement, looking down at your hand once again, face distorting in pleasure.
“You’d probably come right away,” you snickered at Jimin, but the thought excited you. It could happen the first time, there was a high chance that it would, and that got you going—just imagining Jimin being so turned on that he comes the second he feels your warm pussy around his length. Contrary to what he clearly believed, you’d love it.
“Mhm… Inside of you,” he mumbled, and the admission completely surprised you. That was his thing? Getting to come in you? It made sense when you thought about it, especially if he liked being degraded—it was the one thing he could do to prove some sort of dominance.
You could already imagine Jimin if he ever snapped around you, you could feel his hand around your throat, his hips snapping into you, cock thick and hard between your walls, spurting cum inside you, fucking it into you when it threatened to spill. You could see it all and you could just hope it would happen soon.
It was your turn to speak with a shaky voice, but you couldn’t help it, not when he turned you on that much. “Oh, you’d like to come inside of me?”
“God, yes,” Jimin hissed and bucked his hips into your hand.
Your other hand instantly flew to his balls, and you started to massage them in your palm, your other hand still tugging at his dick.
“I’d really like to fuck you with a toy…” you changed the topic, deeming it safer than continuing to discuss this fantasy you were so tempted to turn into reality. But, you had to respect him and his pace. “To show you what a cock should feel like.”
“Mhm…” Jimin nodded.
Was that a yes? Your pussy clenched the very instant he moaned, and you imagined getting to fuck him. For some reason, that thought turned you on—having him spread out on the bed for you, fucking his tight hole, giving him so much pleasure that he squirts cum all over his stomach and chest, bucking his hips into the dildo to feel more friction… You were too far gone.
“You like that toy that much?”
It didn’t take Jimin long to admit it this time, meaning that he was getting closer. “I love it.”
“Do you imagine it’s me?” you breathed the words, wondering if you are what he thought about when he jerked off. He was your go-to person to think of when you needed to come fast.
Jimin quickly nodded, breathing in loudly.
You had to know more, even though it wasn’t exactly a part of the game. You should have been telling him things, not the other way around, but you wanted to know more. “What do you imagine?”
“You, uh, you touching me like that…”
“With a finger? Tongue? Toys?” you offered Jimin some options, hoping that would make it more comfortable for him to speak on the topic more and explain himself.
He shook his head, eyes focused on your hand. “Anything… Just you… Touching me and my pathetic dick…”
“Making you come?”
“Making me come,” Jimin instantly confirmed before clenching his jaw and grunting, clearly wanting to prolong the moment as much as possible and not come all over himself or you. After all, you were in Taehyung’s bathroom.
“We’ll do that next time then…” you said, getting too relaxed, letting yourself talk too much, make it personal. “When we don’t have this much company.”
“Okay okay, yes,” he nodded a couple of times, as if he enjoyed that idea.
“Even though I think you like having company, Minnie,” you couldn’t help but add, remembering how much he seemed to enjoy being naughty in public. “You love the idea of people finding out you’re not a good boy after all, huh?”
“Sometimes,” Jimin agreed before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes still glued to your hand, cock leaking precum into your palm.
“Mhm… I feel like you’re enjoying this, me touching your cock while your friends are all out there, unaware of what’s going on,” you turned to a familiar topic, one you knew Jimin enjoyed. “Even if they did notice we were gone for a long time, there’s no way they’d think anything sexual was going on. How would they?”
“They would never,” he was ready to agree, and you completely believed him. His friends wouldn’t even think you two left to do something sexual. Jimin was a respectful person and he didn’t even want to kiss you in public, so you were sure none of his friends suspected what was actually going on with you two.
“Exactly, they know you,” you snickered, squeezing his dick so hard it made him let out a groan and close his eyes for a while. “They know how tiny your dick is and that you don’t even want to show it to girls.”
“They do.”
The way he instantly agreed and sounded so whiny when doing it made you move your hand again, wanting him to come, to feel good. “So they’d never think we’re doing anything with that dick of yours.”
“Mhm,” Jimin shook his head. “Never.”
“Do you want to come, Minnie?” you leaned in, placing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, which made him hum in agreement. “Let’s move to the sink so you don’t shoot it all over me. Don’t want people to find out how nasty you really are.”
You both took a couple of steps towards the sink, Jimin positioning his hips against it, you standing on his right, his cock still in your hand, your fingers pumping it.
“Maybe we should do it one of these days,” you blurted out while you focused on how good his cock looked in your palm. He was always so hard for you, so easy to please, so thankful that you were even touching him, not even dreaming of everything you’d be willing to do for him.
“What?” Jimin asked, shooting you a glance in the mirror.
“Have you fuck me with a toy…” you said instead of saying what was actually on your mind—have him fuck you, fill you up, use you however he wanted. “Since I won’t be able to feel the real thing,” you added for good measure.
“Yes, please,” he nodded and looked down again, slow moans coming out with almost every breath he took.
“You’d like that?”
He was now beginning to grunt, hands gripping the sink as his climax approached. “Just want to make you feel good.”
“You’re always so sweet, Minnie,” you grabbed his ass with your other hand, leaving it there to squeeze and pat it, which just made him buck his hips into your palm. If you were any meaner than you already were, you’d ask him to fuck your palm as if it were a fleshlight, but you didn’t have time for that.
“For you,” he breathed, pressing his lips together to suppress a loud grunt.
“Yes,” you said and broke character by leaning in to kiss him, which Jimin accepted without a word.
Your tongue probed inside his mouth, finding his, playing with it, and a second later, you felt Jimin coming, his sperm shooting out of his cock and landing all over Taehyung’s sink. Well, most of it. Some of it did end up on the wall above the sink as his cock twitched.
“What a nasty little dick…” you chuckled, still jerking Jimin’s cock, milking every last drop. “Shooting your cum all over your friends’ place, unable to hold on for a while…”
Jimin grabbed the sink as you squeezed the last of the cum out and let go of his cock, turning the water on to wash your hands, the sink, and remove the remnants of his orgasm from the wall. When you were done, Jimin was still holding onto the sink and taking deep breaths.
“Are you alright?” you patted his back and smiled warmly, hoping you didn’t overwhelm him with everything. After all, this was still a nice get-together at his friend’s place.
“Yeah, just trying to catch my breath,” he said through a chuckle, shaking his head as if he was laughing at his own reaction.
Slowly, he washed off his cock and dried it with paper before getting dressed again, all the while you watched and enjoyed the sight from the side. “I thought we weren’t going to do this here today, but…”
“Did I cross the line?” you leaned in and asked, suddenly feeling scared that you overstepped his boundaries again and made Jimin do something he didn’t want to.
It was weird, this dynamic of yours, always having you worried whether you were doing too much or not enough, whether you were too much or not enough.
“No,” Jimin faced you, giving you a faint smile. “I enjoyed it. A lot. Y-you always… Make me come fast. Embarrassingly fast.”
“It’s a compliment,” you said with a shrug, meaning it. If he thought you were about to complain about him coming because of you, he was dead wrong. “Besides, it wasn’t that fast.”
“Really?” Jimin’s tone gave off his insecurity, and you couldn’t believe that he was still worrying about something so… irrelevant.
“A friend of mine dated a guy who’d come whenever he’d put it in,” you told him a true story you heard from a very good friend of yours, who in the end had to break things off because sex lost its appeal, at least with that guy. “So, you’re good.”
“That does make me feel a bit better,” Jimin chuckled and then looked at your reflection in the mirror.
“We’ll see how long you’ll last,” you said with a smirk, which immediately got Jimin flustered. Were you once again getting too personal and letting Jimin know what you wanted? “I mean, if you ever put it in.”
The way Jimin grunted at that statement made your mouth water because you could just imagine him making those same sounds in your ear as he towered over you and fucked you, his thick cock making you feel so good. You just knew it would feel amazing, mostly because just jerking him off got you wet. You’d probably be the one to come right after he put it in, if you were being honest, based on how aroused you got around him.
“Probably not long,” Jimin joked and then turned to face you. “Do you, uh, want me to… Uh, r-return the favor?”
You knew it took a lot of guts for him to ask you that while looking straight into your eyes, so it felt even worse turning him down. “I would love that,” you said while placing your palms on Jimin’s chest, patting it gently. “But I’m on my period, so that can’t happen.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry,” Jimin sighed and took a second or two to look at you before looking away quickly, unable to handle intense eye contact. “Are you ready to go back out there?”
“I am. I’d just like to say thank you first,” you leaned in without warning and kissed Jimin, who immediately wrapped his hands around your waist, showing you that he was indeed growing more confident around you. Slowly, but surely, you were making progress. “I’m having a great time and I hope you are too. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Thank you for saying yes,” Jimin licked his lips and offered you his hand.
That’s how you left the bathroom, you holding onto his hand, earning a strange look from the girl who was waiting in front of the door.
For at least this one night, you lived the fantasy of dating a good guy who cared about you and was happy to introduce you to his friends and paid attention to you all night, even asking you to dance with him when Taehyung started playing sappy Christmas songs and everyone found their match. You always forgot how good of a dancer Jimin was until it was time to dance with him, and he swept you off your feet, the suit doing him a lot of favors in that regard, even if he didn’t really need them—he was fine just the way he was.
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Summary: It’s no secret; those who worship black magic will never see the light. You sell your soul for your abilities, and the new owner will come to collect. You had five years to enjoy your freedom, but you wasted your time chasing after a relationship that simply could not be. Now, the demon is here, ready to collect your tarnished soul and drag you to damnation. However, before he takes you away, you make one final request. Will the demon fulfill it? Or will you spend the rest of eternity in the dark?
↣ Pairing: Demon!Namjoon x Witch!Female Reader
↣ Genre: supernatural, fantasy, magic, heavy angst, smut, horror, slight unrequited love, a drop of fluff, a hint of romance, strangers to lovers trope, demon au
↣ Word Count: 13k
↣ Rating: R & only intended for mature audiences
↣ Warnings: (dark themes, bdsm themes, and hard kinks ahead.) mild violence, blood, a small bit of mild gore(nothing too bad), arson, a hint religious themes, pining and unrequited love, injuries, demonic/Satanic themes, witchcraft, black magic, minor character death(no one we will miss), shunning/exile, kissing, rough sex, unproctected sex, Dom!Namjoon/Sub!Reader, impact play, anal, anal play, multiple orgasms, controlled orgasms, temperature play, creampie, deep throating, face fucking, slight double penetration, biting/scratching/marking, branding, degradation/humiliation, corruption kink, oral sex(m & f receiving), fingering, Namjoon has a demon dick that I personally adore, hot semen(because he’s a demon), pet names, dirty talk and name calling, breath play/choking, invisible restraints(it’s magic), crying, begging, doggystyle, missionary, kitchen sex, implied cockwarming, impreg kink, spit play, size kink, intense orgasms, pain kink, squirting, praise kink, Namjoon has a split tongue, Sir kink, nipple play, bulge kink, belly inflation, pregnancy, revenge served at its coldest, possessive sex, suggestive language, mind games, a happy ending per host’s request lol
↣ A/N: I would first like to give a big shoutout to @jamaisjoons for not only hosting this amazing Namkook Moonrise Masquerade collab, but for also making this beautiful banner. Thank you for being a great host and making this event fun and interesting! My next shoutout goes to the lovely sweetheart @bangtanhome you have no idea how much I appreciate you. Thank you so much for beta reading this for me on a short notice. I swear this story would be nothing without you. Please check out the rest of the participants, and also tell me what you think of this story. I’d really love some feedback. Thanks! Please enjoy!
synopsis: Names give the beholder power. It's a lesson you've learned all your life, but it takes one fae to tear it all down.
pairing: fae!namjoon x f!reader
word count: 4.1k
genre/rating/au: 18+ | s2l, supernatural au | fluff, smut
warnings: pwp • outdoor sex • fingering • creampie • oral (m. receiving) • very soft sex
author's note: happy birthday to our glorious leader, namjoon!
thank you to amelia @knjsnoona for creating this banner! it's exactly how i envisioned it! and finally, thank you to hads @hantaev for the encouragement; i've loved your fics and it's an absolute honour to have you beta one of mine aaa! the fic is based on this post and my second favourite e. e. cummings poem ♥
↠ part of the namkook moonrise masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons
m.list | ao3
The Midnight Carnival.
The one out of two nights a year where the ley lines shift and weaken, allowing other worldly beings to cross over to the mortal world without being bound to a host.
For you, it meant a night of dancing your worries away, hips swaying to the rhythm of the drums and lute. However, your merriment would eventually be snatched away by a rather rude drunkard who couldn't take no for an answer.
The night started out like no other, shopkeepers harking out their wares to wide-eyed travelers, promising “low, discounted price”, while the band played a jovial tune in the middle of the town square; numerous couples trading off their partners as they swayed on their feet. A gentleman had insisted you dance with him, despite your countless attempts to rebuff his advances. After an infuriating battle, you stomped on his foot rather harshly and stole his drink from his hand, splashing the red liquid into his face before making a break for it.
Enraged and embarrassed, he chased after you and despite his unbalanced stance, he was surprisingly speedy. With fear nipping at your heels, your feet slap against cobblestone, head whipping from side to side in your desperate search to find a place to hide.
When you turned into an alleyway, breathing erratically as you peeked around the corner, a hand shot out of the darkness and circled your wrist. “Come with me. You're not safe here," the shroud muttered. You struggled against his grip for a good few seconds before you heard the bellowing voice of the drunkard calling you names, far too close to your liking. It spurred you into activity, nodding mutely as he tugged you back into the foray of people. From the twists and turns he took, your mental map deduced that he was taking you towards the gardens, just outside of the plaza where it's been transformed into a maze.
You're glad you chanced your luck at the masked stranger. Although his features were well hidden by his tightly pulled hood, wisps of his blonde hair occasionally peeked through as you ran, giving you a small insight to your saviour as you tail behind him.
"Crouch here," he mumbled. The pair of you knelt down among the shrubbery, blood pounding in your ears as you heard the drunken man curse loudly right above you.
The darkness shrouded you in its embrace, hidden from plain view. You held your breath, puffing up your cheeks while counting gradually at the seconds ticking by, praying that the man is too far gone to peer over the bushes. You only exhale when the heavy, lumbering footsteps shuffle in the direction from whence you came, the pursuit finally ending.
The masked man next to you relaxed his grip around your wrist, but he placed his index finger on his plush lips, shaking his head when you attempted to stand. Peering from your hiding place, your partner in crime glanced around for some time before standing up, satisfied at the lack of imminent danger. He extended a silent hand towards your crouching figure, which you took gratefully, and gently helped you to your feet. The two of you exhale in unison before fits of chuckles take its residence in the silence.
As you’re dusting off dirt from your cloak, your mysterious companion shucked off his hood, revealing sandy-blonde hair and pointed ears.
A fae.
You observe each other curiously; noting the obsidian eyes and cocky smirk. It explained the nimble, almost gracefulness to his movements. When he chuckled, you realised that you’ve been staring for quite some time. Blinking furiously, you’re the first to turn away, heat blooming your cheeks while you urge him nervously to stop looking.
“How can I stop gazing at one so beautiful?” his sonorous voice replied quietly, amusement outlining his every word. “Tell you what, I will stop looking when you give me your name.”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head to the side. You’re well-versed in the tricks of the fae.
"Pay attention to the language of the fae," your grandmother had chastised you all those moons ago. "Never give out your name. It grants the beholder power."
Heeding her advice, you replied to his request with a scowl, “Sir, I cannot give you my name, but you can call me ‘Love’. How about you tell me yours?”
The fae laughed, it’s the sound of silver windchimes in summer, beautiful, harmonious, and free. Watching his shoulders lift as the laughter courses through his body eases your nerves and you can't evade the tugs on the corners of your lips. “Well played, mortal," he grins. "Then I too cannot give you my name, but you can call me Joon.”
The compliment warmed your heart, pride filling your chest after outdoing his trick. "Well, Joon, since you have saved me from a rather frightening event, how about we enjoy the carnival together?"
Joon bowed low, teasing you with a wink. "I would love nothing more."
The two of you thankfully did not run into any more danger for the rest of the night. Laughter and conversation came easy while you navigated through the booths, eating your fill and finally dancing the night away. As the festival drew to a close, Joon insisted on escorting you back to your cottage and though you had resisted initially, you secretly welcomed the sense of safety he provided as you walked in the dim of the night.
"This had been fun," you laughed, voice tight from overuse. "Such a shame that I won't be seeing much of you after this."
The chill running down your spine wasn't just because of the cold air, but the sense of longing as you desperately wished for the moon to stay high up in the sky. Joon stood on the front step, opening and closing his mouth as he wrestled with his thoughts before his mouth pulled into a grim line.
You poked him gently on the shoulder, tilting your head to the side with a mischievous smirk. "Cat got your tongue already? What's wrong?"
“The giant oak tree," he sputtered, voice lilting. And you realise after a few seconds that he's singing. "Past the fields and the trees, that’s where I’ll wait for you to find me,” he finished, a melodic whisper in your ears.
You peered at him quizzically, gears churning in your mind for the specific oak tree he mentioned in the song. "Wait- where?" you began to ask, but Joon silenced you with a kiss on your cheek, repeating the words to the song hurriedly before disappearing into the night.
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It took a whole day of passing through the numerous fields of your village and walking around in circles until you found the giant oak tree he mentioned. By the time you dragged your exhausted body to the last remaining oak tree you could think of, the sun had started it's bedtime routine and the earth was basked in swaths of oranges and yellow.
Just like he promised, he sat under the tree with a book in hand, throwing an apple in the air carelessly before his nimble hands caught it mid air. You were certain that he heard you approach, but he paid you no mind while you stood a ways away.
Aided by the wind, the tree showered the scene with its leaves creating a picturesque view. Joon wore a sand-coloured tunic with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and with every move, his muscles flex, causing your traitorous lungs to stop taking in air. Despite the breeze stinging your eyes, you kept them open as you marveled at the mixtures of gold and green, subjecting the image in your heart.
“Love,” he whispered in greeting, shimmering eyes turned toward your approaching figure. “Hello. Took you long enough to find me.”
You could've sworn his eyes flashed gold, but that may be the trick of the light. You smoothed out your skirt before sitting down next to him. "Hello, Joon. I'm sorry to say, but your cryptid message made it difficult for me. Do you know how many oak trees there are in this village?" you laughed, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, only to have it yanked away, causing you to stumble forward and collide into his toned chest.
“Do not hide that pretty smile from me,” Joon urged gently, voice barely loud enough to overshadow your thundering heartbeat. “I’d sooner have you break my heart.”
From that day on, you laughed openly.
---
The two of you built a kinship over the next few months; you telling him stories from your childhood while he disclosed details about his travels all over the land. The boundaries between the worlds should have thinned by now, meaning it should’ve been impossible for Joon to keep crossing over to the mortal realm, yet he’s always there when you need him – be it after dark or when the sun is high.
After a few more weeks of constant badgering, you eventually learn why Joon wouldn't leave the tree.
In a heartbreaking voice and a shuddering sigh, he opens up, looking up to the branches above him fondly, “My powers only allow me to traverse to this tree. So, this is a tether – a guarantee that I won’t cause any mischief while I’m here,” he explains with a shrug. "I'm sorry, I know you'd love nothing more than to invite me over for a cup of tea."
You laugh at his joke, trying to dull the sting in your heart. "No matter," you lie. "I like being outside with you like this."
Silence sits next to you like an unwanted third companion, your heart breaking slightly at the revelation. Joon must have sensed your ire, because he nudges you with his shoulder, showing off his pearly white teeth and dimples.
“You know, we have known each other for some time now. Won't you trust that no harm will befall upon you? Give me your name, little one,” he murmurs, holding your hands in his.
And you smile at him demurely with a small shake of your head, repeating the same answer over again. “You should know by now that this trick of yours won't work, sir. I cannot give you my name, Joon, but you may call me ‘Love’.”
"I do know," he muses, kissing your knuckles tenderly. "But I'll keep asking because it makes you laugh."
---
It’s in the midst of a random afternoon.
You’re humming a lullaby while he lays on your lap, his eyes never straying far from your face. When you whisper the last line into the air, Joon drags your busy hand away from his hair and kisses your palm sweetly.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, filling in the spaces between your fingers with his own. “The birds must be envious of your voice. No wonder we rarely see any here.”
Your cheeks heat at the compliment and you try to tear your intertwined hands away, only for Joon to grip it tighter. “Let me go, Joon,” you giggle.
Though the wind has a lot more bite now that the seasons are rapidly changing, your body heats up at the contact.
Joon relents with a sigh, letting your hand go while he sits up. His dark eyes stare straight at yours.
"What?" you ask nervously, pressing your palms on your heated cheeks. "Is there something on my face?"
Your companion smiles, sharp canines protruding slightly over his bottom lip before he shakes his head. "Nothing, I just— I'd like to kiss you. Will you let me?"
You no longer hear the rustling of leaves from above, but the thundering heartbeat that belongs to your own. Unable to find your voice, you nod instead, blinking furiously as he leans forward.
His face is looming closer, inches away from yours and you feel like you could combust – sparks running down your spine and heart hammering wildly in your chest. You let out a whimper and screw your eyes shut… only to feel his lips on your temple. Joon chuckles at your floundered expression – at the parted lips and rapid blinking. “Did you want my lips somewhere else, Love?” he taunts.
Perhaps it's the playful smirk that you wish to wipe from his face, but there's a sense of urgency nestled deep in your abdomen and with hands faster than your mind, you grab him by the collar of his tunic and close the distance between your bodies, mouths sliding together perfectly as you inhale his scent. Joon’s hands travel the expanse of your skin – desperate fingers in your hair and massaging your waist, pulling out moans from your chest and into his lips.
“Joon—” you mutter, breath coming out in gasps. “Need you here.” You grab the arm that's wrapped around your waist to place it straight between your thighs and you whimper when the pads of his fingers drag against your cunt.
“Right here, Love?” he chuckles, using his thumb to press circles over your dress.
Your legs lock in place as shudders wrack through your body. His fingers that are tangled in your hair yank your head backward, baring your neck towards him. Joon sinks his canines on the base of your throat, not enough that it would puncture the skin, but enough that you groan loudly into the air, your own hands clawing at his shoulder, desperately hanging on for dear life as pleasure renders your mind incapable of speech. He mouths at the bite marks he left, the pace on his thumb quickening as you’re brought closer to your high.
As your voice increases in volume, Joon rucks your skirt past your thighs, coating his palm with your juices as he drags his hand over the last remaining thin piece of fabric separating your modesty with the open air. His fingers trace your folds, skirting over the areas where you need him most, humming approvingly at the sodden garment.
"Don't tease," you whimper, shivering not at the cold air, but at his tantalizing touches.
His response is a simple chuckle, mouth detaching from your neck to return to your lips. When he sheds the final piece of clothing aside to touch you directly, stars dance in your vision and your head swims, filled with thoughts of Joon sinking his fingers deep inside your cunt. You voice out your desires, but he shakes his head; a wide, dimpled grin on his features as he watches you unravel before him. His thumb returns to touch your clit directly, pressing maddening circles on the nerve. He captures your moans in his mouth before trailing down the length of your jaw and kissing the tops of your breasts.
“Louder, beautiful, let me hear you sing,” he rasps, eyes locked to your trembling figure. "Cum for me."
His final command jolts your body awake as you scream his name, fingernails digging into his shoulders while your juices soak the earth below.
You’re panting, eyes glassy with tears and barely coherent enough to whisper. Joon leaves your cunt clenching around nothing and brings you to his chest. You spend the rest of the day under the base of the oak tree in various states of consciousness, listening to his quiet humming while he plays mindlessly with your hair.
---
Your friendship gradually evolves into something more as Joon continues to pleasure you among the roots of the tree. Night after night, he sends you home with shaky legs and stuttered breathing. Joon had rejected all your advances to take it further, always using the same excuse. You can smell winter in the air; the animals no longer chittering in the ground as they prepare for hibernation, and you know that this would be the last warm day for you to try and change his mind before Jack Frost takes his turn at the season.
“Fuck me,” you plead, dragging your tongue over his clothed erection. “Come on, Joon, I know you want to.”
Your hands massage his muscular thighs while you continue, bright eyes staring at him while you continue to create a stain on the front of his britches. Joon growls into the air, his nails digging into your scalp, in a sad attempt to push you away. “Need your name first, Love,” he gasps. “Fuck, that mouth—”
And maybe it’s the wine you brought over for the beautiful night, the moon smiling in the sky while its companions twinkle prettily above you, but you’re bolder than before. You tug at his pants, successfully shuffling it off until his cock springs up to greet you.
He lets you please him with your mouth, body pliant and voice high, panting loudly in the air. His cock is much bigger than what you’re used to – tip a deep purplish, red that fills your mouth easily, your jaw growing tired with every drag. Yet you continue to please him, just like how he pleased you many times before, focusing on taking more of his length into your throat. You moan loudly, the vibrations from your voice making him shudder. Smiling triumphantly, you repeat your actions, moaning while sucking him off, causing his hips to jump and bury himself deep in your mouth, your nose inches away from his pelvis.
“Love—mmh—” he chants, your hair tangled between his fingertips as he tightens his grip on your scalp.
When he cums, he paints the inside of your mouth white and though it’s bitter, you don’t react, swallowing it all eagerly as you gaze admiringly at him. Joon doesn’t let you continue, never crossing the boundary you so desperately want to despite your constant pleas. It’s all hands and mouth; fingers in your cunt and lips around his shaft, your backs pressing against the bark of the giant oak tree that will not speak of your clandestine affairs.
You won’t be able to resist for much longer. There’s a yearning in your veins as you dream of him groaning your name – your true name, while he buries himself deep into your cunt where you make each other unravel over and over again.
---
Weeks turn into months and the air is now frigid. Frost clings to the trees like jewels. The giant oak tree above you finished shedding its oranges and browns to wear a coat of white instead. Its leaves no longer fall – no longer coating the scenery in gold, yet you meet him still between its roots, bundled up in warmer clothing as your breath fogs in front of your face. Everything is the colour of opal, the glittering snow embracing the earth as it crunches underneath your boots.
Despite the bitter chill, you’re warm in his embrace, a giant thick blanket draped over both your shoulders as you listen to him talk about herbs and plants. You’ve been dying to touch him – to feel the graze of his fingers between your thighs, but during the dead of winter, you’re reluctantly chaste, Joon too afraid that you’ll succumb to hypothermia without the barrier of clothing.
So you wait, nestled close to his side as his deep voice tells more stories. And you wait, buffeting his worries about your sniffly nose and the lack of feelings on your fingertips. And you wait some more for the seasons to warm up; for winter to hang up its coat and reveal the green earth below.
Because just around the corner, another festival celebrating the end of the cold will appear. And just like before, it’ll be a night where the ley lines are hazy and he’s able to step away from the tree freely and directly into your arms.
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The night is young and you’re too eager to get started, slamming the door to your cottage closed with your back pressed against it. Nevermind that you haven’t stoked a fire and the inside of your dwelling is cold because Joon’s kisses sear into every nerve ending in your body, making you sing praises with every tender touch. With precise movements from his agile fingers, your bodice is on the floor, followed by your tunic until your bare breasts greet the air.
He hums approvingly, latching onto a nipple with a satisfied smile while his other hand palms the other tit, massaging and rolling the tender flesh. You arch and twist your back, the sensation too much for your brain after having to wait for so long.
“Joon—” you whimper, grinding your hips in the air as you search for friction. “Please, we only have a night. Let’s make this count.”
“I can't. Not until you give me your name,” he pleads. Joon ceases all movements to trap you in his gaze and you can’t look away from his eyes; enraptured by the intensity behind it. “I swear no harm will come to you.” Though it comes out as a whisper, the promise rings loud in your ears accompanied by a strange tingling sensation running up your spine.
“How do I know it’s true?” you ask with uncertainty. The silence allows the distant cheer of the festival into your home as you wait patiently for his response. The tingling sensation on your spine should be proof enough - the remnants of magic woven into the vow renders him incapable of lying, but you want to hear him say it; to lay bare the feelings that surely match yours.
He closes his eyes for a moment, pressing his forehead to yours. When he opens them, the dark brown irises flash into a brilliant gold. So, it wasn't your imagination, you conclude quietly.
With a sigh, his hands cup your face and he kisses you gently, lips sliding against each other; a silent conversation between lovers. And when you part, he answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world—
“Because I love you."
You melt.
There’s no more hesitation when you offer your name – your real name – as a gift into the air. Joon inhales sharply, a wide grin gracing his features. He repeats it once, twice, the room gradually filling with joy as he spins you around in his arms, laughter spilling past his dimpled smile. Joon brings his lips to claim yours, the kiss unhurried; like the first time all those seasons ago.
His hands on your cheeks tremble and your lips keep getting interrupted by his fits of giggles. You want to keep your eyes open, to burn the image of his happiness into your memory, but you can’t – not when you’re infected with his glee; your own eyes closing when you laugh.
“Thank you,” Joon whispers, clutching your face with his hands. “I love you.”
“I love you,” you echo, turning your face to kiss each of his palms.
As you chase his lips once more after successfully stumbling into your bed, he holds your shoulders and stops you. “One more thing," he grins at your puzzled face. "Just like how you gave me your name, let me offer you mine in return. It's Namjoon. I entrust that you’ll keep it safe.”
"Namjoon," you test.
"Namjoon!" you repeat with a broad smile.
The fae in front of you shivers each time you speak his name into the air - a strange form of invisible magic binding the two of you together that makes your fingertips tingle.
"I love it when you call my name," he husks before eclipsing your lips with his own.
Tears spring to your eyes, but there’s no time for them to fall, not when Namjoon rids the remainder of your clothes from your burning skin and lays you to bed, his lips never detaching from your body for long.
Namjoon.
It’s the name you repeat in wanton moans as he thrusts his large cock into your quivering walls, the squelching wetness reverberating in your room. It’s the name you cry out when your orgasm eventually takes you to the brink of insanity, your body trembling by his expert hands swiping at your clit as you clench around him.
And it’s your name that he grunts as he takes you over and over that night, sparing you not a moment’s rest while his seed paints you white all over – your tits, your thighs, and deep in your pussy.
You don’t know what the morning will bring – what happens when the ley lines close and he’s nowhere near the tree. It doesn’t concern you, not when there’s a sigh of relief every time he whispers your name amidst sleep, his arms cradling you tightly against him.
And if names carry the power to control its owner, you’re glad it’s Namjoon that holds yours – close to his heart and away from harm.
•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, noona kink (although reader is younger. I promise, it’ll make sense), masturbation (Kook), exhibitionism?, sense of helplessness, Jungkook feels empty and numb, mention/fictitious use of Wicca by Hobi, cursing, instant love, tortured love, oral (f and m receiving), mention of cheating, depression, angst, fluff?
Tagging @missgeniality @jimilter and @ressjeon for personal reasons.
You opened your eyes for the first time in his room. Well, for better words, you simply came to be in his room. You didn’t need to raise your eyelids or blink away unwanted blurriness. Your vision suddenly just… was.
You fixed your permanent stare on his face, watching as he stuck his tongue into his cheek and quirked an eyebrow. At your first experience in the world, you tried to mirror his expression by quirking your own eyebrow, only to discover that you had no other features to manipulate.
summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairings: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader, producer!yoongi x reader, songwriter!hoseok x reader, officer!seokjin x reader, gangster!taehyung x reader, fighter!namjoon x reader
series warnings: ok this is really meant to be a fun & thrilling sexual adventure for you. think edgy, sexy, hot summer vibes. yandere behaviors & darker stuff (manipulation, coercion) lots of different kinks, power dynamics, & lots of drug/alc use! specific warnings on each part. drug abuse & addiction are very real issues, and this is not a realistic portrayal of those themes. please do not read if this is triggering in any way! full masterlist | ask box
death valley finale (dark version)
there are two paths you can take after part 10. the finale (light version) is a more digestable ending that allows more creative freedom in how the story ends. DVF (dark version) is my original ending which includes reader ultimately ending up with one of the members. dark version is not as ‘happy’ as light version ending. in the finale (dark version) au, part 11 does NOT occur. events in that ending will leave off at the end of part 10 (so like,,,hobi is alive, etc).
Q U I C K N A V I
ᐅ part 0 | smut ft: jimin x reader; jungkook x reader
ᐅ part 1 | smut ft: taehyung x reader; hoseok x reader; jimin x reader
ᐅ part 2 | smut ft: jungkook x reader; namjoon x reader x hoseok; slight yoongi x reader
ᐅ part 3 | smut ft: jimin x reader; taehyung x reader; namjoon x reader
ᐅ part 4 | smut ft: yoongi x reader; jungkook x reader; namjoon x reader
ᐅ part 5 | smut ft: yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader
ᐅ part 6 | smut ft: jin x reader, jimin x reader
ᐅ part 7 | smut ft: hobi x reader, jin x reader, yoongi x reader
ᐅ part 8 | smut ft: jin x reader, slight taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader
ᐅ part 9 | smut ft: yoongi x reader, jungkook x reader, jimin x reader, jin x reader
ᐅ part 10 | smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, jimin x reader
ᐅ finale (light version) originally part 11 | smut ft: namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader
death valley finale (dark version)
ᐅ part 1 | smut ft: namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader, slight taehyung x reader
ᐅ part 2 | smut ft: jungkook x reader, jin x reader
ᐅ part 3 | smut ft: - jimin x reader, namjoon x reader, jin x reader - RELEASE DATE: asap I’m sorry lol
ᐅ part 4 | smut ft: - x reader, - x reader - RELEASE DATE: TBA
ᐅ part 5: epilogue | smut ft: - x reader - RELEASE DATE: TBA
drabbles: vmin x yn smut | the jin journals coming soon | taekook x yn smut
synopsis: in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you're interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, "the more, the merrier", right?
pairing: hoseok x f!reader | jungkook x f!reader | jimin x f!reader
wc: 5.2k
genre/rating/au: 18+ | est. rel. & idol au | smut
warnings: pwp • foursome • oral (m. & f. receiving) • unprotected sex • multiple orgasms • semi-public sex • fingering • light spanking • creampie • dirty talk • name calling (pet) • slight edging • a brief appearance of moon's mirror kink
author's note: part of the bccsg event where i re-did an old work.
credit
m.list | ao3
The clock chimes five times when you look up from your assignment. Bleary-eyed, you have no idea how late it has gotten, the office deserted save for the few janitors starting their jobs. You yawn and stretch, finally feeling the soreness of your back after spending hours hunched over your computer.
Pulling a duffel bag from underneath your desk, you rummage through its contents, going through the mental checklist to make sure that you have all your things for your sleepover with your boyfriend.
The two of you often have opposite schedules and as Hoseok's fame grows, the time you spend with him shrinks. After planning for months, you've finally found a time where your schedules matched up. A weekend full of lounging around in your pajamas while watching movies and eating your weight in junk food is just what the doctor ordered. You exit your office building with a bounce in your step, humming happily while thinking of Hoseok.
The walk to the train station from your workplace is short but the throng of people waiting to get inside the cars causes a significant delay. You really should've left earlier. Sighing, you busy yourself with your phone, trying to keep your space in line and occasionally glaring at an unfortunate soul that dares to tread over your foot.
A small beep from your phone breaks you from your thoughts. You turn it on, seeing the happy faces of you and Hoseok together. He's sent a message.
my sunshine: @ the dance studio! :) can't wait for you!
You smile at the text. Although your weekend is free reign, Hoseok must still be busy trying to perfect his dance moves for a future performance. His dedication to his craft is one of the reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place. There's something comforting in his eyes as you watch it twinkle when he talks about an upcoming concert or when he manages to perfect a particularly hard move.
After the last straggler leaves the train car, you are ushered inside by the people behind you, a wave of bodies pushing to get inside. You lean against a pole as you watch the scenery of stops pass you by. The city is bathed in oranges and yellows, the sun waving its last goodbyes as the train lurches on. When the robot assistant informs you of your stop, the platform is thankfully empty and you're able to make your way outside without bumping into any more bodies before sending a quick text to inform Hoseok of your whereabouts.
You almost trip on the uneven sidewalk when your phone chimes and you open up the text to find a picture of a half-naked Hoseok smiling devilishly attached to his message.
my sunshine: cum quickly ;)
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The speed in which you walk into the dance studio could rival a particularly cartoonish blue hedgehog. You spare the receptionist a quick wave and he only nods in response, a barely there smile gracing his lips before his eyes return to the computer in front of him.
Your sneakers squeak on the hardwood flooring when you turn sharply into the corridor lined with darkened practice rooms. It doesn't take a genius to find where Hoseok is located, especially with the heavy bass thrumming out of the only occupied room.
Peeping inside, you are struck with the image of your very sweaty boyfriend hip-thrusting the air before standing up and turning his body in a series of twists. When the song ends, he goes down on one knee, arms outstretched before pulling them close to his chest. With his eyes falling close, he paints a heart-wrenching picture of agony. He posed for an additional second, trying not to breathe too hurriedly before standing up and moving towards the Bluetooth speakers.
The image of Hoseok on his knees burns into your mind, and you whimper softly, feeling a familiar stickiness between your legs. Before your thoughts travel further, you knock on the door and let yourself in. “Wow, Hoseok, that was amazing!” you cheer, dropping your bag on the floor as you run towards him.
Hoseok’s eyes widen as you get closer, and you barely spare him a fraction of a second to catch you as you leap into the air. He’s thankfully able to wrap his arms around your waist with an ‘oof’, laughing loudly when you collide to his chest. Hoseok spins you around before kissing your hair and putting you down. "Hi, I've missed you too," he whispers softly before claiming your mouth with his.
The sudden kiss does you no favors and you inhale his familiar cologne as you pull him closer, hands fisting the front of his shirt. You nibble on his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from his throat. The sound makes your head swim, making you focus on the cloud of lust that fogs your mind. Just as your tongue traces his bottom lip, he pulls away and you gasp sharply at the sudden lack of warmth.
"I'm sweaty," he answers to your unspoken question.
"Hoseok, I don't care…" you whine. "I want you. Here. Right now."
"Have you eaten?" he asks instead, holding you at arm’s length. "Let's order food and go home."
You tilt your chin to the side, eyes turning into slits. You answer his question with a pointed one of your own, "What's gotten into you?"
Hoseok shuffles from foot to foot, the corners of his mouth forming a small triangle. "I guess I'm just a little nervous. We haven't seen each other in a while."
"I'm a little nervous too," you admit. "Tell you what – let’s just go home and enjoy some movies, yeah? I'm ready to stuff myself full of popcorn." You give him your best smile, threading your fingers in his to ease the tension.
Thankfully, Hoseok nods and returns your smile with a blinding one of his own, dipping his head down to kiss you gently, murmuring 'thanks' into your parted lips. You press your bodies together again, circling your arms around his neck to tug at the ends of his hair. The kiss is slow, your lips gliding together in a silent conversation as Hoseok's hands massages your hips. A sigh escapes your lips when you part and you press your foreheads together, your bodies swaying to a silent rhythm only the two of you can hear.
"Ready?" you whisper, pulling away to grab your bag.
Hoseok stands in place. There’s an odd tone in his voice when he calls your name, and you turn around to catch a quick glimpse of his set jaw before he pulls you by the waist and crashes his lips back on yours.
"I lied," he rasps between kisses, breathing heavily as his hand travels down to squeeze your ass. "I don't think I can wait any longer."
You whimper when Hoseok slips his tongue into your parted mouth, drinking you in as he lowers you to the floor. He grunts when you scrape your teeth along his tongue, and he rolls his hips into your centre to retaliate.
You're a mess. Back pressed against the hardwood flooring. Still fully clothed.
"Are you dripping for me already, baby?" he whispers, removing himself from your sweet lips to latch onto your neck instead.
"Fuck yes," you moan, tilting your head to expose more of your throat while your hands busy themselves in his platinum blonde hair. "Hoseok, you fee—"
Your moans are interrupted when the door opens suddenly, a familiar voice calls out from the doorway.
"Hey, Hobi, are you still practi—Oh, shit! Sorry!”
You push Hoseok away with a yelp, wide eyes staring straight to the doorway to meet two pairs of equally stunned, brown eyes belonging to Jimin and Jungkook.
"Umm… hey guys," you chuckle awkwardly, face heating up in embarrassment.
Thank God you're still clothed.
The two statues remain impassive and the silence that covers the studio feels like a heavy blanket, threatening to push the air from your lungs. You turn to Hoseok, eyes begging him to say something, but to your surprise, he offers them a lopsided grin at the boys as though you weren't just caught dry humping on the practice room floor.
"So, what are you guys up to tonight?" Hoseok asks with a slight tilt to his voice.
What the fuck was he playing at?
Jimin gulps, blinking furiously before grabbing Jungkook by the arm to tug him away, but the youngest member wouldn't budge, eyes glued to your sitting figure on the floor.
"Kook, let's go,"Jimin hisses, shaking the youngest’s arm in an attempt to haul him away from the doorframe. "Holy shit, really sorry to bother you!" he calls out, but just before the door slams shut behind him, Hoseok calls out to the retreating figures.
"Wait!"
Your wide eyes haven't left your boyfriend's face. His jaw is set and there's a familiar tilt of his chin that's evident when he thinks. Though he's staring at the two men in the doorway, when he talks, he's addressing you. "You're more than welcome to say no, but we've talked about our fantasies before and this seems like the best situation as any.”
To say you’re confused is an understatement, and you scrunch your brows to the centre of your forehead. “What are you talking about, babe?”
“I mean, how about a foursome?"
The way Hoseok utters the question is as though he’s wondering what you want to eat for dinner. You gape openly at your boyfriend, unable to believe your ears. "What the fuck?"
Hoseok finally turns to you and offers a cheeky smile. "Okay, when we first started dating, you said you had a dream where Jungkook and Jimin—"
"Shut the fuck up!" you shriek, lunging at your boyfriend to clamp his mouth shut with your palm. "You swore you'd keep it a secret!"
"I didn't even get to finish," he mumbles into your hand followed by a laugh. “But, hey, here’s your chance to turn it into reality. Only if you want to though.”
You gulp, searching his face to see if he’s joking. Hoseok shrugs and you could only muster a small nod because you’re sure your voice would break should you try to speak at this rate.
Hoseok seizes your hands and turns your body so you sit between his legs. You whimper out loud when you feel his hard cock pressed up against your back. He hums approvingly, his hand coming to cup your chin, tilting your head gently to the side so he could nibble the shell of your ear.
"The two of you need to consent too," he smiles to the two younger men. "And, hey, we can act like this never happened if you choose to walk out the door."
Jungkook steps in almost immediately, wrestling out of Jimin’s hold to walk towards where you’re currently sitting. He kneels on the floor in front of you, his wide, brown eyes staring up at you. "I'd love to join in, if you'll have me," he whispers, giving you a small smile that shows off his dimples. You can only nod, offering your own smile to Jungkook.
“Jimin?” Hoseok asks and you turn your gaze to the last dark-haired man standing on the doorway, his hand still stuck on the handle. “Come on, make your decision. We can’t keep a lady waiting, yeah?”
The younger man says nothing, but you watch him swallow. It takes a little bit for Jimin to decide, but when he closes the door and locks it behind him, your heart speeds up; a nervous anticipation flowing in your bloodstream. His footsteps are slow as he makes his way to the three of you before he sinks to his knees, eyes searching your face for any discomfort. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jimin questions, a comforting lilt in his voice.
You nod furiously, only for Jimin’s eyes to darken and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. You wince at the harsh sound, wondering what you did in the last few seconds that caused his frown. When he speaks, his voice is much deeper, “Use that pretty mouth of yours to talk, hm?”
“Y-Yes,” you mutter quietly, barely a whisper.
Jimin reaches out and thumbs at your lower lip, eyes flickering between you and Hoseok. You feel Hoseok’s hand on your back as you lean forward, eyes closing when Jimin gets closer to meet your lips.
“Mmh—” you moan into the kiss, crawling over to sit on his lap.
Your hips take a mind of its own as you grind down on his hardening length. Jimin gasps into the kiss before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You feel an extra set of hands under your shirt and you break apart from Jimin to turn around to find Jungkook, eyes half-lidded as he leans down to take a turn with your lips. Jimin attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking gently on the base of your throat before moving higher to trail kisses over your jaw.
“Pretty,” Jimin husks, his hands tugging the hem of your blouse.
You break apart momentarily to discard your shirt and bra, squishing your tits together and smirking at the three set of eyes that stare at your naked chest. “Like what you see?” you mumble, your hands coming up to pinch your own nipples.
Rolling your eyes when they don’t react, you turn to grab Hoseok’s hand to place it over your tit. “Don’t just sit there,” you whine. “Touch me.”
It’s all the push the stunned figures need before they jump into action. Hoseok groans as he massages your tits, his expert and familiar hands warm on your body. Jungkook grabs your face in his tattooed hand to steal more kisses after discarding his own shirt, providing you with ample view of his muscled chest and abs. You rake your hands across his chest, thumbing his own nipples and you feel proud when you hear Jungkook groan.
“Fuck—you’re so hot,” Jungkook grunts into the kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip.
Jimin slowly lowers you down to the floor, kneeling down between your legs to take off your pants. He kisses your thighs and you gasp into Jungkook’s mouth, arching your chest forward to Hoseok’s awaiting hands. A hand winds itself in Jimin’s black hair, your hips jumping slightly every time his mouth grazes your clothed centre.
Hoseok leans closer to swirl his tongue around your nipple, pinching and tugging the other with his hand. “God, I love your tits,” he mumbles, grazing your sensitive nub with his teeth.
You gasp loudly at the feeling of so many hands all over your body and your mind slips closer to incoherence as you screw your eyes shut to savor the overwhelming sense of pleasure.
“Jimin!” you yelp, tugging the black strands harshly when he pushes your panties to the side to lick a broad stroke from your entrance to your clit. Jimin smiles against your cunt, his finger teasing your pulsing hole as he prods at the entrance while his mouth sucks your folds.
The breath knocks out of you as he shifts his attention to your clit, alternating between sucking and swirling the sensitive nub with his tongue. Without warning, he pushes a finger into your pussy and the groan that escapes your lips was so loud that Jungkook covers your mouth with his hand.
“Be quiet, pet,” the youngest member coos, stroking your hair gently. The nickname makes your shiver and Jungkook grins at your reaction. “Oh, you like that, huh?”
“Nah, be as loud as you want, baby, let’s make the employees that are still here jealous, yeah?” Hoseok snickers before biting down on your tit.
You hear a series of chuckles when you cry out his name, though your senses are muddled because Jimin takes the opportunity to insert another finger into your quivering hole.
“Now, now, you can’t be the only one having fun,” Jungkook chides teasingly, removing your hand from his chest to place it on his hard cock instead. “Fuck, you feel that?” he grunts when your fingers wrap around his length. “You got me so hard.”
With shaky fingers, you pull down his white sweatpants and boxers to release the trapped member and you take a second to admire his cock, standing proudly upright as the purple-ish head begins to release precum. There’s a curve to his cock that you don’t see in Hoseok and you swallow loudly as you imagine taking his length into your throat.
“Come here,” you whisper.
Jungkook helps you sit up, kneeling next to your head as Hoseok extracts himself to just watch, a proud smirk on his face. “You can take Jungkook’s cock in one go, right, baby?” he taunts, stroking your hair as you nod furiously.
Hoseok pushes your head as you wrap your lips around Jungkook’s cock, looking up at the dark-haired man as he hisses. He’s slightly longer than Hoseok and you have a hard time adjusting to his length when he pushes past your lips. When he hits the back of your throat, there’s still a few inches left and you relax your muscles before sinking deeper until your nose brushes the soft curls on his skin. Tears spring into your eyes and Hoseok’s large hand makes it impossible for you to move away, so you breathe in as evenly as you could while your fingers dig into Jungkook’s muscular tights.
“Fuck—your mouth feels so good,” Jungkook shudders as he moans.
“Good girl. I’ve trained you well, hm?” Hoseok whispers, kissing your shoulder as his grip on your hair tightens. “Show him what you can do.”
Despite his words, it’s Hoseok that moves your head in a rhythm and you have no choice but to keep your mouth open as he helps bob your head up and down Jungkook’s length. You keep your eyes on the youngest member, trying desperately not to choke. Hoseok removes his hand from the back of your head, letting Jungkook take control.
Jimin takes the chance to speed up his fingers and you moan around Jungkook’s length. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Jungkook curses, his own hips snapping to meet the thrusts.
Hoseok removes his pants and extracts your hand away from Jimin’s hair, so you could jerk him off simultaneously. You alternate between blowing your boyfriend and Jungkook, your jaw and hands beginning to cramp as the two men crave your attention. Through it all, Jimin’s fingers continue to rub your sweet spot and you add to the harmony of moans with your own as you feel the orgasm approaching quickly.
“Your cunt is clenching so tightly around my fingers, pet.” You hear Jimin rasp from between your legs. “Are you gonna cum soon?”
Your response to Jimin’s question is a muffled whimper as Jungkook plunges his cock into your mouth. The wet squelches and ragged breathing sounds are sharp in your ears, making your toes curl as shockwaves rush down your spine. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly, the waves slamming repeatedly into your battered figure.
“What do you think, Hobi? Should we let her cum?”
You barely hear Jimin’s question, too focused on his fingers slamming repeatedly into your aching cunt. You think you stopped breathing when Jimin slows his thrust, the scream dying in your lips when it’s Hoseok’s turn to stuff your face full of his cock.
“Shit—you’ve been so good to us, huh, baby? What do you think? Do you deserve to cum?” Hoseok grunts, pushing your head down to the hilt.
You attempt to nod, blinking tearily at your boyfriend. Relief floods your chest when Hoseok responds, “Give her a taste. It’s only right that we treat our toy nicely,” and you show your appreciation by licking the tip of his dick and hollowing your cheeks as you suck.
Jimin hums, sounding disappointed, but he picks up his speed, curling and uncurling his fingers inside you as he returns his mouth to suck at your clit. You moan louder, eyes screwing shut as the orgasm continues to build and it takes all your strength to avoid gritting your teeth when electric currents shoot down your spine.
Hoseok’s splays his hand on your tummy, pushing lightly to hold your body in place as you thrash wildly against his hold. You remove yourself from his dick as the coil snaps, waves upon waves of pleasure rendering your mind useless as you cry out Jimin’s name in a hoarse voice, flooding the hardwood floor below with your arousal.
He slows his thrusts before exiting out of your cunt. Jimin drinks your arousal before biting the inside of your thighs, making you yelp. “Good girl,” he praises before bringing his fingers to spread slick over your lips. “Open wide, baby.”
In a drunken haze, you part your lips to let Jimin put his soaked fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around Jimin’s digits, groaning when you taste yourself. The way he’s fucking your mouth with his fingers in combination with the sight of his drenched face and swollen lips has your cunt clenching around nothing, the desire still alive in your veins.
Jimin finally exits your mouth and the three men stare at you while you come down from your high, eyes barely opening. Jungkook moves to situate himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back as he peppers kisses on your shoulders.
“Are you doing okay?” Hoseok asks gently after a while, standing up to grab a cup of water before handing it to you.
You’re grateful as you gulp the water down, the coolness easing your raspy throat before handing the paper cup back to Hoseok’s awaiting hand. After a few deep breaths, you smile brilliantly. “I’m okay, I can’t be the only one that gets to cum, right?”
Hoseok only laughs, kissing the top of your head. “That’s my girl,” he praises. “I’m just gonna watch for a bit. Tell these boys what you want, hm?”
A smirk appears on your lips as gaze flicker between the two dark-haired men. “Fuck me.”
Jimin growls, massaging your thighs harshly before removing his sweatpants. “On your hands and knees, baby,” he commands, patting your thighs as you shakily abide his request. He strokes his cock a few times before positioning the head on your entrance. He doesn’t take the slow approach, parting your ass cheeks before ramming his dick all the way inside of your wet walls in one fluid motion.
“Fuck!” you grunt, your eyes falling shut and you grit your teeth as your walls spasm to accommodate his girth.
When he begins to thrust in slowly, it takes everything in you not to collapse back on the floor, your limbs turning into jelly as Jimin’s cock brushes against your sensitive walls.
“Look in front of you, pet,” Jungkook chuckles, tapping your cheek lightly with his fingers. You open your eyes to a reflection of you in the mirror and you’re barely able to keep looking at the messy hair and ruined makeup. “You’re so fucked out and we’ve barely just started.”
Jungkook kneels in front of your face, blocking your view of the mirror. A proud smile graces his handsome features as he strokes your cheek delicately with his thumb. “Open wide for me, just like last time, yeah?”
You whimper, cunt clenching around Jimin’s length as you remembered the brutal pace Jungkook sets when he fucks your face.
“Shit, you just got tighter,” Jimin hisses from behind. His hands grip your ass cheeks in a steady hold as he increases his pace, the loud slapping of skin against skin ringing in your ears as Jungkook taps your lips with the head of his cock several times.
Opening your mouth wide, Jungkook pushes his cock to the back of your throat, his rhythm matching Jimin. You moan loudly, your limbs shaking with exhaustion as the men use your holes for their own pleasure.
“God, I’m getting jealous here,” Hoseok chuckles, returning to kneel next to your body. “You’re doing so good, baby. You look so pretty taking both of their cocks.”
Hoseok caresses your back, sending shivers down your spine. As you’re rocked back and forth between the two men, Hoseok brings his fingers on your clit, rubbing circular motions on your nub. Your eyes widen instantly, a scream muffled by the cock in your mouth. The sensations are too much and you feel the familiar burn in your abdomen that’s threatening to consume you whole.
“Oh, fuck— you’re so tight for me, baby, I’m going to fucking cum at this rate,” Jimin grunts, body shivering.
“Cum inside me, please,” you beg as you take lungful of air before sucking Jungkook’s cock again.
Jimin groans in response, his thrusts starting to falter. “Fuck! I’m cumming—shit,” he curses, pushing himself deeper as he reaches his high. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the warmth as Jimin paints your insides white with his cum. He thrusts a few times before exiting.
“Holy fucking shit,” Jimin curses, lying down on the hardwood floor as he catches his breath.
Though your face is still stuffed with Jungkook’s cock, you can’t help the satisfied grin on your face after hearing Jimin’s ragged breathing, but it’s soon wiped clean when you feel the blunt head of your boyfriend’s cock against your entrance. “My girlfriend is such a filthy whore. I’m gonna make sure that you don’t waste any of our cum,” he taunts, pushing himself inch by inch.
Your only response is a pathetic whimper, mouth too full of Jungkook’s cock. The younger man hasn’t said much and when you look up past the curtain of tears, it is a sight to behold. Looking like a Greek statue coming to life, Jungkook has his head tipped back, mouth hanging open as he moans quietly. His dark hair is plastered on his face and his brows are tightly drawn to the centre of his forehead as he focuses on his pleasure. Praying that you have enough strength to hold your weight with one hand, your cup his balls and massage them, eliciting a sharp gasp of your name as he picks up his pace.
“Fuck!” Jungkook mutters.
Hoseok exits your cunt, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back in. The hand that was on Jungkook’s balls return to his shapely thighs, your knuckles turning white as you sink your nails on his flesh to hold you steady.
“Baby, how are you still so fucking tight?” Hoseok grunts, slamming into you repeatedly.
Your head is a mess of sensations, the small ember in your abdomen now a blazing fire. Your high arrives much quicker this time, the familiar shape of your boyfriend’s cock sending you into overdrive as he fucks you hard and fast.
“I can’t—” Jungkook grunts. He holds your head with two of his hands and he increases his pace, his balls slapping against your chin. “I’m gonna—fuck!”
With a heaving breath and a long, drawn-out moan of your name, Jungkook thrusts his cock deep into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat. You do your best to drink it all, not letting a drop spill out as you suck, trying to focus on his pleasure before your own. His body shudders as he exits your mouth, painting your lips with the last of his cum as he smirks down at you.
“Shit—that was good,” he comments, breathing shakily as he leans back on the floor with his elbows while taking in lungful of air.
“And then there was one,” Jimin snickers from somewhere behind you. His feet pad softly on the floor until he kneels down by your head. “Such a pretty lipstick you have on, baby.”
Jimin kisses you as Hoseok continues to drive his cock into your battered walls, dragging out your orgasm repeatedly until you’re barely able to kiss Jimin back, your senses clouded with only the thought of your boyfriend’s cock inside of you.
As Jimin pushes his tongue inside your mouth, you feel a rough pair of hands on your tits. You crack your eyelids open to find Jungkook in your periphery, leaning down to kiss your shoulders as he pinches your nipples. Hoseok snakes a hand to rub circles on your clit, breathing staggered as he chants your name.
For the second time that day, the waves of pleasure make your toes curl and you release yourself from Jimin’s mouth to moan. “Hoseok—I’m gonna—” you manage to cry.
Jungkook’s rough hands continue to fondle your tits as he leaves bite marks all over your shoulders. “Let go, pet, we’re right here,” he murmurs into your ear.
“Fuck, I’m close too, baby, I’m gonna fuck my cum deep inside you,” Hoseok groans as he speeds up.
Hoseok shoves his cock deep inside your pussy when your walls spasm around his length, the orgasm washing over both of you in great waves. You feel the hot spurts of cum spilling inside your walls and your nails dig deep into the hardwood floors of the practice room while your body shudders against his grip. There’s a loud ringing in your ears as you come down from your high, and with shaky limbs, you lower yourself onto the cold floor.
You hear three sets of voices coo and praise you, but you’re too far gone to listen. Jimin places your head on his lap, raking your hair with his gentle fingers. You hiss when you feel a warm, damp towel between your legs, though you’re grateful that someone’s helping to clean you up.
“Mmh—need kisses,” you mumble, voice barely audible from the exhaustion. You manage to crack an eye open to find Jungkook leaning over to claim your lips. He parts for a bit to help you sit up and drink water before returning with kisses.
“You’re so good to us, baby,” Hoseok whispers, massaging your thighs with his deft hands.
Gradually, the ringing stops and your vision is no longer spotty. Your legs still feel like jelly as you try to stand and Hoseok chuckles quietly before he helps you into your clothes.
“Did it feel good?” Jungkook asks, stroking your head while you lean on Hoseok’s shoulder.
You nod, the corners of your lips turning up into a smile.
“Well, I’m glad,” Jimin responds with an equally dazzling grin.
The two younger men kiss both your cheeks as you gather your things, leaving you and Hoseok alone in the practice room.
“So, was it a dream come true after all?” he jokes. It earns him a punch on the shoulder, and he pouts playfully.
“Shut up,” you mumble. “Let’s get out of here.”
When the two of you leave the practice room, the receptionist at the desk refuses to meet your eyes as you wave goodbye.
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genre + warnings: established relationship au, sexually explicit content, dirty talk, jimin calls yn babygirl a lot lol, cursing, kissing, marking, nipple play/biting, clit biting, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, some begging, multiple orgasms, body worship, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, fluff
word count: 2k
summary: jimin always knows the best way to help you relax…
—note: this is a drabble for my dimple two-shot. it can be read as a stand-alone though
Sighing, you turn over to your right for the fifth time tonight. It’s not that your bed is uncomfortable; it’s pretty soft; you can’t turn off your brain because of the meeting with your boss first thing in the morning. Tomorrow you’ll find out who he’s going to give the project to, you or the asshole who has been trying to one-up you on everything for the last three years.
You also miss your boyfriend right now. There’s nothing better than falling asleep in his arms, but you know how hard he’s been working as well, and he deserves some time to unwind with his childhood friends from back home while he plays video games. Although it’s through a headset, at least he gets to chill with them for a bit.
As luck would have it, though, you hear the bedroom door open softly, and when you look over your shoulder, you see him standing at the entrance staring at you with a grin, his pretty eyes hidden behind his cheeks.
author's note: surprise!!! happy (belated) birthday ryen @kithtaehyung! ("no, i didn't write this at 2am," they lied)
m.list | ao3
You swallow the lump in your throat.
You're unable to tear your eyes away at the masked figure on your computer screen; at his parted lips and sculpted chest.
Though you don't have a clear vision of his handsome face, aside from the alluring, brown eyes and sharp jawline, you recognize his fingers immediately because they belong to the barista that serves your latte every morning from the café down the street.
"Holy shit…" you murmur to yourself, enraptured at the sight of Seokjin pleasuring himself. You turn the volume up, whining quietly when your bedroom fills up with the sounds of sin.
"F-Fuck, baby, do you see how hard you make me?" the dark-haired man groans, scooting closer to the camera before pumping his hard cock. "You can't touch yourself just yet. Keep your eyes on me, hm?"
You swallow again, studying him as he throws his head back to expose the length of his neck. Your shivering hands grip the hem of your shirt, obeying his command despite him not being able to see you.
Seokjin grunts loudly, focusing on stroking the reddened tip and gathering more precum before spreading it all over his length. In a voice much deeper than you've heard before, he stares into the camera as he whispers, "Go ahead and start playing with your tits for me. Imagine it's my fingers pinching those nipples. Oh, you love these fingers, don't you, baby?" Seokjin proceeds to splay his slick-covered palm to the camera, turning it around before he continues to stroke his length.
You heed his command, practically tearing your shirt away from your body before palming your tits and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves. You keen, tipping your head back and screwing your eyes shut as you listen to his moans.
From your screen, Seokjin praises your actions, "Such a good slut for me. Be louder; let everyone know who's making you feel good, yeah?"
Though you know he's talking to hundreds of other people, when you close your eyes, the clarity of his voice makes it sound like he's right in the room with you.
Seokjin continues to dole out commands, occasionally stopping and resuming your movements that have you begging pathetically at your computer screen. You continue to rub your thighs together, searching for friction as your hands itch to peel your ruined panties from your wet cunt.
When he finally lets you play with your pussy, you almost sob when your shaky fingers trace along your folds, gathering the slick in your fingertips as you lightly prod at your entrance.
"What a pretty cunt," he moans, parting his lips to push his tongue out to drag against his bottom lip. "Wanna eat you out so bad, baby. Wanna have you cum all over my mouth. You'd like that, huh? Rub your clit for me. Yeah. Slowly, just like that. Be louder. Let me hear you."
"Seokjin, fuck-" you cry, throwing your head back into the pillows. You can’t believe how close you are already.
You wish you could tear the mask away from his face because your lust-addled brain is having a hard time remembering his handsome features. Taking a peek on your monitor, Seokjin is silent, lips slightly parted as he pants quietly while he continues to stroke his length. Electricity shoots down your spine and the coil in your abdomen grows taut. Your toes curl as you begin to shake. “Seokjin!” you whimper. “I’m gonna—"
"Stop,” he says coldly as if he knows.
The groan of frustration that escapes you makes your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you forcefully remove your hand from your pussy. Your chest rises and falls, breathing staggered. Your other hand grips the sheets tightly as you clench your teeth to avoid sobbing. With a huff, you watch helplessly as Seokjin's mouth curls up into a wicked grin.
"Were you close, pretty? Well, too bad. Sluts like you don't get to cum before I do. Keep those pretty eyes on me."
Seokjin adjusts his camera to focus more on his lower body, cutting off part of his masked face, much to your dismay. He strokes faster, bucking his hips into his hand as he groans loudly.
“Mmh—wish I could feel your tight pussy all around me. Fuck, I bet you’d feel so good.”
He continues to speak as though he’s only talking to you and in your delusion, you answer his rhetorical questions with your own whimpers. You’re transfixed as he picks up the speed, focusing on the tip of his dick as he runs his gorgeous hands up and down his length. Biting your bottom lip to avoid begging, you train your eyes on him though your cunt is begging for attention.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Baby, I'm gonna fucking cum," he growls. Seokjin's body trembles and he grunts louder when his other hand massages his balls. "Fuuuck—” he curses, letting the syllable drag out when he finally cums - spurts of white painting his abdomen and his hand.
You whine, swallowing the saliva that's collected in your mouth as you watch Seokjin come down from his high. Your knuckles are white from grasping the sheets tightly in your hands to stop yourself from playing with your pussy while waiting patiently for his command.
After a few ragged breaths, Seokjin chuckles into the camera, showing his cum-covered hand before wiping it off with a towel. "Did you enjoy the show, slut? It's your turn now. Two fingers inside that tight hole. Fuck yourself while thinking of me."
A sigh of relief escapes past your lips as you plunge two fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt, curling upwards as you begin to thrust. The lewd squelches of your pussy accompanied by Seokjin's praises echo in your room and with having edged yourself earlier, the orgasm is returning much faster, leaving you to pant breathlessly as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"Faster," Seokjin demands with a growl. "Add another finger. Your pussy can take it. Fuck yourself harder for me. Fucking slut."
You imagine his hands on your body, squeezing your tits or pulling your hair, sending you further to the brink of oblivion. "Fuck, fuck, shit, Seokjin," you moan, electricity shooting down your spine as you feel the string pulling taut.
"Oh, are you gonna cum?" He taunts as if on cue. "Is that slutty cunt gonna squirt for me? Come on, don't stop. Use your other hand to rub your clit. Yes- fuck- just like that."
You oblige to his request, eyes squeezing shut as you continue to fuck yourself with your fingers, your other hand pressing circles on your sensitive clit.
"Cum for me, pretty thing."
"Seokjin! Ah—fuck!” With a long, broken cry, you unravel at his command, your thighs shaking and cunt gushing out and soaking the sheets further.
Your head swims and light blinds your vision when you try to open your eyes. In your haze, you can hear Seokjin talk, though your muddled mind is barely able to register the words.
"You did so good today, baby." You hear him mumble alongside other praises. "Drink some water for me, okay?"
Seokjin ends his livestream after thanking his audience for watching, but you're already too far gone, slipping into a dreamless sleep as you pull the covers over your exhausted body.
When you see him the next morning for your daily latte, you avert your eyes from his pretty brown ones to stare instead at the familiar fingers wrapped around your cup as he hands you the drink.
↣ you and your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, take it upon yourselves to help the community when you find out that an ancient building that acts as a shelter for the homeless is to be demolished. All efforts are fruitless, but there’s one more thing you could do; approach the mayor’s son, Kim Taehyung, who’s scarier than the mayor himself.
pairing: playboy!taehyung x reader
genre: crack, fluff, smut, angst, s2l
word count: 14.7K
warnings/tags: bi!tae, long-haired tae, strong language, soft girl aesthetic, virgin!reader, best friend!JK, Y/N is afraid of dicks & sex, rich!tae, mentions of homeless people, mentions of masturbation, mentions of infidelity, explicit smut- first time sex, fingering, grinding, hair pulling, lots of talking + dirty talk, pet name, oral (f), hickeys, clit biting, multiple orgasms, protected sex, slight scent kink, praise kink
a/n: gentleman tae is it
∞
‘You have reached your destination.’
You whip your head around to stare at Jungkook who sheepishly stuffs his phone into his jeans pocket.
“Seriously?”
He unclicks his seatbelt, speaking with a pout, “what if you got lost?”
“Are you being serious right now? Who could miss that?!”
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