warnings/tropes: pwp, fingering (f!receiving), one orgasm (wow!), secret lovers
a/n: hi i'm back (sort of)! more fics soon? idk how to write on tumblr anymore tbh lmfao
m.list | ao3
"We heard a disturbance."
You tighten your grip on your nightgown closer to your chest. You flash your bodyguard the most dazzling smile.
"Nonsense! I just… stubbed my foot on the edge of the bed. That's probably what you've heard." The lies come easily to you now. You don't have to think so hard.
"Are you sure?" The bodyguard asks as he tries to peer into the darkness of your chambers.
You squeeze him away from the doorframe. "Yep," you grunt, as you try to shove the six-foot tall man away from the door. "Nothing to see here. Just me. Alone in my room."
Suspicion crosses his eyebrows as he looks down and searches your face, but after a tense second, he sighs; defeated. You can't help but feel a pang of pity. This one is clearly new and just trying to do his job. You wonder when your father fired the other one, but you can't bring yourself to care.
Not when there's someone waiting for you, hidden in the shadows of your room.
"All right. I'll be standing outside if you need anything."
"Certainly," you say, trying not to sound too relieved. "Good night then."
As soon as the door closes, Jimin reappears on your bed, shirtless except for the handsome smirk that decorates his porcelain face. You wasted no time before diving back in to continue where you left off, and he wasted none either as he swallows your faint giggles in a heated kiss.
"That was close," your mystery companion whispered in between breaths, before diving back into your neck, leaving faint trails of his visits behind.
"Ooh," you moan. "Y-Yeah," is your faint reply to his keen observation.
Your paramour perks up just before reaching the tops of your breasts. He trails a slender finger between the mounds, a feline smirk dancing upon his lips. "My, how strange it was to hear my good girl lie."
You pout, resisting the trembling of your legs as he swipes a thumb over your clothed nipple. "Would you rather get kicked out?"
A soft laughter. "No," he whispers, followed by deft hands unfurling your nightgown to reveal your chest. "And I definitely don't want the princess of our college to have an increase in bodyguards. It's hard enough for me to climb into your room without being noticed."
You prop yourself up, suddenly curious. "You've never told me how it is you manage to get up here unnoticed."
His hand stops just above the waistband of your panties. Jimin's pointer finger draws circles on your skin; his telltale smirk reappearing, and this time accompanied by a quirk of his brow. "Do you want me to spend the rest of my night recounting my every dashing move or would you rather be satisfied?"
"Oh?" It's your turn with the smirk and quirk brow combo. "I thought the great Jimin is able to multitask?"
Jimin sighs, playfully rolling his eyes, before tugging your panties away, revealing the soft wetness underneath. His pointer and middle fingers draw circles around your folds, and as you begin to get lost in the sensation, he starts to speak: "Your father's guards are on rotation and there's always a minute or two gap where no one is watching the house."
"Hmmm…" you answer distractedly, falling back down on the pillows.
He continues despite your clearly ambivalent response.
"All I have to do is clear the gate and climb up onto the roof by the trellis from the gardens. From there it's a matter of lying low and making sure the guards don't see me as I walk on top of the roof." Jimin talks so methodically as though he didn't just sink his pointer finger into your heat, teasing the entrance with shallow thrusts.
Moans tumble out past your lips, which are quickly stuffed back into your throat as he presses his other hand over your mouth.
With half-lidded eyes, you watch his bemused expression. "Are you listening to me, baby?" he asks, a slight mock in his tone as he removes his hand.
You smile, eyes closing in ecstasy. "Uh-huh, guards, garden, roof… whatever." The last word comes out in a sigh, especially as Jimin joins his middle finger inside, this time moving deep and slow.
"Distracted baby," Jimin murmurs, shifting his stance so he sits on the bed. He pulls you in closer so that your ass lies on his lap.
You try to keep your moans in as he gradually moves faster, but it isn't long before the room is filled with your breathy "Jimin, Jimin, Jimin", accompanied by the sound of wetness as he begins to tug at the strings of your orgasm.
"Oh, baby," he mumbles, face straining slightly with effort, though his movements refuse to falter. "Gorgeous little thing."
"Haaa… please…" you cry as quietly as you could. "Need to cum…"
"Keep your eyes on me as you do."
You snap your eyes open as you feel the pull of your orgasm; that familiar tautness, like a coil about to break. "Gonna–"
Jimin adds a thumb to your pleasure, pushing tight circles on your clit.
"Jimin– I'm close… I'm– ah!" You struggle to keep your eyes open as your orgasm shakes your body; overwhelmed by the seemingly never-ending waves of bliss.
You may have caught a glimpse of his irritating victory smirk, but you can't really focus any longer. Did you call his name? You can't be sure.
When you come to, his plush lips are on yours, capturing whatever residual moans that try to escape before it alerts the bodyguard outside.
He kisses your forehead as you begin to relax, and Jimin shifts your bodies so you lie on top of his chest.
Jimin settles into your bed, eyes closed as he pulls you into his arms. "Good?"
"Very," you mumble, eyes drooping close. No. You can't sleep yet. You've been dying to ask. "Jimin?"
He opens an eye to look at you. "Hm?"
Nervousness overcomes you. You look away when you ask, "When are we going to… y'know…"
"Fuck?" he finishes your question after a few seconds of pause, with a smirk as you curl even deeper into his chest, avoiding his gaze altogether. "When you're ready," comes his soft voice and yet another kiss on the forehead.
"When will that be?" you mumble into his skin.
His reply comes swiftly. "When you can say the word 'fuck' without blushing."
"I can say it!" you grumble.
"Oh?" Jimin sits you up before he leans on his hand. He juts his chin towards you, as though giving you permission. "Okay then, Ms. Goody Two Shoes, let's hear it."
"F-" The word seems stuck in your throat. It's a simple word. Why do you find it so difficult to say? Jimin can say it just fine when he lets you please him. Oh god, he moans so nicely whenever you manage to take all of him into your mouth, and when he calls your name? Oh–
"There it is," Jimin sighs, breaking through your sinful thoughts. "You're not ready, darling." He scoops you back into his embrace. "I promise the wait will be worth it though. Now sleep. We have classes tomorrow, y'know."
Grumbling under your breath over the fact that you can't say that fu– darn word, you close your eyes. It turns out, sleep comes readily to you.
When you wake up the next morning, the only evidence that last night; and all the other nights that come before it, wasn't a dream lies in a note that rests where Jimin's warm body once laid. It's a normal occurrence; part of your deal, though you can't help but feel disappointed. It doesn't stop you from scouring the note, etching every swoop of cursive letter into your brain before you plop it into your nightstand drawer, where dozens of other identical looking notes lie.
When your maids come to help you get ready that morning, they're left wondering what's gotten you all giggly, but you keep the secret inside, not daring to breathe it to a single soul, just in case the illusion falls apart.
"One day I'll wake up next to you and I never have to leave in the dead at night. It's freezing. You're welcome.
P.S. You look beautiful when you sleep, even if you drool on my chest.
-J"
saturn notes: holy fuck. i haven't written anything since february? not apologising! life has been busy with me starting a new job, meeting my friends + partner over the summer, etc. etc. tbh, i was a bit burnt out on writing and just needed a break. this is the first time i finished something in forever, so i hope you enjoy the messy, messy drabble. i got one collab to do and i'll feel free when i finish that! thanks for your patience 💗
You may not believe me but your writing is perfect. I love your work so much! You are truly talented.
whoa!!! 🥺🥺 this is so sweet!! tbh, i'm p confident in my writing but as it constantly evolves and changes, i was just thinking of removing works that no longer have the same writer voice yknow? by no means am i insecure, but this was a lovely message to wake up to 💗
in that weird mood to delete every piece of writing that is "old" and start anew. i might remove a lot of works from the masterlist if i don't feel like it encapsulates who i am as a writer.
warnings/tropes: pwp, fingering (f!receiving), one orgasm (wow!), secret lovers
a/n: hi i'm back (sort of)! more fics soon? idk how to write on tumblr anymore tbh lmfao
m.list | ao3
"We heard a disturbance."
You tighten your grip on your nightgown closer to your chest. You flash your bodyguard the most dazzling smile.
"Nonsense! I just… stubbed my foot on the edge of the bed. That's probably what you've heard." The lies come easily to you now. You don't have to think so hard.
"Are you sure?" The bodyguard asks as he tries to peer into the darkness of your chambers.
You squeeze him away from the doorframe. "Yep," you grunt, as you try to shove the six-foot tall man away from the door. "Nothing to see here. Just me. Alone in my room."
Suspicion crosses his eyebrows as he looks down and searches your face, but after a tense second, he sighs; defeated. You can't help but feel a pang of pity. This one is clearly new and just trying to do his job. You wonder when your father fired the other one, but you can't bring yourself to care.
Not when there's someone waiting for you, hidden in the shadows of your room.
"All right. I'll be standing outside if you need anything."
"Certainly," you say, trying not to sound too relieved. "Good night then."
As soon as the door closes, Jimin reappears on your bed, shirtless except for the handsome smirk that decorates his porcelain face. You wasted no time before diving back in to continue where you left off, and he wasted none either as he swallows your faint giggles in a heated kiss.
"That was close," your mystery companion whispered in between breaths, before diving back into your neck, leaving faint trails of his visits behind.
"Ooh," you moan. "Y-Yeah," is your faint reply to his keen observation.
Your paramour perks up just before reaching the tops of your breasts. He trails a slender finger between the mounds, a feline smirk dancing upon his lips. "My, how strange it was to hear my good girl lie."
You pout, resisting the trembling of your legs as he swipes a thumb over your clothed nipple. "Would you rather get kicked out?"
A soft laughter. "No," he whispers, followed by deft hands unfurling your nightgown to reveal your chest. "And I definitely don't want the princess of our college to have an increase in bodyguards. It's hard enough for me to climb into your room without being noticed."
You prop yourself up, suddenly curious. "You've never told me how it is you manage to get up here unnoticed."
His hand stops just above the waistband of your panties. Jimin's pointer finger draws circles on your skin; his telltale smirk reappearing, and this time accompanied by a quirk of his brow. "Do you want me to spend the rest of my night recounting my every dashing move or would you rather be satisfied?"
"Oh?" It's your turn with the smirk and quirk brow combo. "I thought the great Jimin is able to multitask?"
Jimin sighs, playfully rolling his eyes, before tugging your panties away, revealing the soft wetness underneath. His pointer and middle fingers draw circles around your folds, and as you begin to get lost in the sensation, he starts to speak: "Your father's guards are on rotation and there's always a minute or two gap where no one is watching the house."
"Hmmm…" you answer distractedly, falling back down on the pillows.
He continues despite your clearly ambivalent response.
"All I have to do is clear the gate and climb up onto the roof by the trellis from the gardens. From there it's a matter of lying low and making sure the guards don't see me as I walk on top of the roof." Jimin talks so methodically as though he didn't just sink his pointer finger into your heat, teasing the entrance with shallow thrusts.
Moans tumble out past your lips, which are quickly stuffed back into your throat as he presses his other hand over your mouth.
With half-lidded eyes, you watch his bemused expression. "Are you listening to me, baby?" he asks, a slight mock in his tone as he removes his hand.
You smile, eyes closing in ecstasy. "Uh-huh, guards, garden, roof… whatever." The last word comes out in a sigh, especially as Jimin joins his middle finger inside, this time moving deep and slow.
"Distracted baby," Jimin murmurs, shifting his stance so he sits on the bed. He pulls you in closer so that your ass lies on his lap.
You try to keep your moans in as he gradually moves faster, but it isn't long before the room is filled with your breathy "Jimin, Jimin, Jimin", accompanied by the sound of wetness as he begins to tug at the strings of your orgasm.
"Oh, baby," he mumbles, face straining slightly with effort, though his movements refuse to falter. "Gorgeous little thing."
"Haaa… please…" you cry as quietly as you could. "Need to cum…"
"Keep your eyes on me as you do."
You snap your eyes open as you feel the pull of your orgasm; that familiar tautness, like a coil about to break. "Gonna–"
Jimin adds a thumb to your pleasure, pushing tight circles on your clit.
"Jimin– I'm close… I'm– ah!" You struggle to keep your eyes open as your orgasm shakes your body; overwhelmed by the seemingly never-ending waves of bliss.
You may have caught a glimpse of his irritating victory smirk, but you can't really focus any longer. Did you call his name? You can't be sure.
When you come to, his plush lips are on yours, capturing whatever residual moans that try to escape before it alerts the bodyguard outside.
He kisses your forehead as you begin to relax, and Jimin shifts your bodies so you lie on top of his chest.
Jimin settles into your bed, eyes closed as he pulls you into his arms. "Good?"
"Very," you mumble, eyes drooping close. No. You can't sleep yet. You've been dying to ask. "Jimin?"
He opens an eye to look at you. "Hm?"
Nervousness overcomes you. You look away when you ask, "When are we going to… y'know…"
"Fuck?" he finishes your question after a few seconds of pause, with a smirk as you curl even deeper into his chest, avoiding his gaze altogether. "When you're ready," comes his soft voice and yet another kiss on the forehead.
"When will that be?" you mumble into his skin.
His reply comes swiftly. "When you can say the word 'fuck' without blushing."
"I can say it!" you grumble.
"Oh?" Jimin sits you up before he leans on his hand. He juts his chin towards you, as though giving you permission. "Okay then, Ms. Goody Two Shoes, let's hear it."
"F-" The word seems stuck in your throat. It's a simple word. Why do you find it so difficult to say? Jimin can say it just fine when he lets you please him. Oh god, he moans so nicely whenever you manage to take all of him into your mouth, and when he calls your name? Oh–
"There it is," Jimin sighs, breaking through your sinful thoughts. "You're not ready, darling." He scoops you back into his embrace. "I promise the wait will be worth it though. Now sleep. We have classes tomorrow, y'know."
Grumbling under your breath over the fact that you can't say that fu– darn word, you close your eyes. It turns out, sleep comes readily to you.
When you wake up the next morning, the only evidence that last night; and all the other nights that come before it, wasn't a dream lies in a note that rests where Jimin's warm body once laid. It's a normal occurrence; part of your deal, though you can't help but feel disappointed. It doesn't stop you from scouring the note, etching every swoop of cursive letter into your brain before you plop it into your nightstand drawer, where dozens of other identical looking notes lie.
When your maids come to help you get ready that morning, they're left wondering what's gotten you all giggly, but you keep the secret inside, not daring to breathe it to a single soul, just in case the illusion falls apart.
"One day I'll wake up next to you and I never have to leave in the dead at night. It's freezing. You're welcome.
P.S. You look beautiful when you sleep, even if you drool on my chest.
-J"
saturn notes: holy fuck. i haven't written anything since february? not apologising! life has been busy with me starting a new job, meeting my friends + partner over the summer, etc. etc. tbh, i was a bit burnt out on writing and just needed a break. this is the first time i finished something in forever, so i hope you enjoy the messy, messy drabble. i got one collab to do and i'll feel free when i finish that! thanks for your patience 💗
these two being a giggling chaotic mess together, oc being the most hopeless romantic ever and jimin being the most considerate, sweetest bean, who is so careful with oc and doesn't take advantage of her (yes that's something you sadly have to be surprised about these days) and knows her almost better than she knows herself because he's THAT tentative 😭 (can you tell i'm in love? probably)...
but then at the same time there's this hot af smut happening for which oc is even willing to break any rule and lie to the gods like oh ma gawd 😮💨
i can totally see how they fell for each other, i'd break the rules for this man, too, and let him sneak into my room through the window in the middle of the night (worrrkkk romeo and juliet, hello?!)
i would be too excited to see this being continued 😍 (no pressure, of course!)
im normally able to catch reviews since im so busy but im glad i caught this one!!! thank you so much for putting out your thoughts 🥺 this was written so messily in a v short amount of time & minor editing but im glad that lil romeo & juliet moment is still able to be captured 💗
i'm genuinely so flattered that some people have missed me!!! thank you for saying so and sending the love!! updates will be slow, but i just feel a whole lot better!!! im doing well xo just incredibly busy!
i loved hide away!! 😭 would love it as a series, i can already see how it can turn out. love the “royal” vibe it has 😩😩
ack!!! thank you so much ;A; i can't make any promises atm since it was literally a silly lil drabble idea, but i'm so glad so many pals are lovin' it ♡
also omg the royal vibes augh! that would be cute lmao
ah ;~; i have tears in my eyes!! i did not realise my presence was missed!!! thank you for welcoming me back!!! i feel so much more at peace and can't wait to write some more ♡
you’re blog and masterlist are pretty and clean. It looks so organized, if it makes sense. I love it so much — oh, and your works too!
wow!!! that's so kind of you!!! thank you!!! i struggle with aesthetics so keeping things neat and organised and minimalistic has been working for me :)
