drabble prompt: you ask Jimin to teach you to dance one quite night at the studio
Contains: smut and Jimin’s perfect hips
“Are you sure it’s okay for us to be here?”
Jimin couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course it is. Do you think I would do something that could get me in trouble?”
You pouted. “Okay, yes, it’s alright for you to be here, but what about me?”
“It’s not like you’re breaking in. You’re with me. And I have a key.” He happily waved his key chain in the air, the metal clanking together with high rings.
He held out a hand. You sighed and accepted it. With that as encouragement, Jimin smiled with joy and led you inside.
The lights were off and you couldn’t help but enjoy the night date Jimin was taking you on.
As he locked the door behind him, you felt around for any light switch. You winced when they suddenly came on. You found Jimin chuckling at you. Of course he would be able to find any of the light switches in the dark.
The actual dance room had some clutter laying around, such as-
“There’s my jacket!” You crossed to the corner and plucked up your oversized blue hoodie. “I can’t believe I left it here.”
“You didn’t,” Jimin said. “I actually took it,” he confessed.
A smile stretched across your mouth. “Shouldn’t I be stealing your clothes?”
“Don’t force gender roles onto me,” Jimin teased. “I like the way you smell. It’s too big on you anyways. It fits me just fine.”
“Yeah, right,” you muttered under your breath. Jimin is fairly short. Despite the fact you’re shorter than him anyways you often tease him for his size.
You folded it up and put it back on the floor where you found it.
“It’s weird being here alone.” You voiced your thoughts to your love. “It’s usually so loud and filled.”
“It’s quite peaceful being here alone,” Jimin admitted. “It’s easier to practice. Like there’s less pressure.”
You repressed a deep frown. Jimin and his ‘pressure.’ If you came across a genie, your first wish would be for Jimin to realize just how talented and amazing he is.
You are constantly praising him—not that you mind it. And it’s not like he asks for it. You know from personal experience to live each day doubting yourself, constantly fearing your worth is minimal. If you can somehow ease Jimin’s anxious fears than you will do so to the day you die.
“Can you show me some moves?” you asked to get his mind far away from his insecurities. “It’d be nice to be able to dance decently.”
Jimin looked away. “I’m not that great of a teacher.” It was a lame attempt to get out of dancing in front of you.
“Nonsense. You’re a great teacher. You’re great at everything!”
He heaved out a sigh of defeat when he sensed you wouldn’t be giving up any time soon. “Alright, alright. What should we start with?”
You shrugged. “You’re the teacher. I’m the student. I basically do whatever you tell me to.”
Jimin let out a low laugh. “Oh, princess, it sounds like you want something different entirely.”
Fire bloomed in your cheeks. “I-that’s not what I meant!” you clamored to correct yourself. Fire also threatened to bloom in your core when Jimin ran his tongue across his lower lip.
“Fine, fine,” he eased back when he watched you silently become sexually frustrated. “Stand by me, like this.”
“First, you ought to stay loose. Relax your body-but don’t slouch!” You pushed your shoulders back when he quickly corrected you. He sauntered around your figure. You watched him in the mirror; he adjusted your arms and lifted your chin with his slightly cold fingers. He let his fingertips tickle across your jaw.
“Alright,” he murmured in your ear, stepping close behind you. His hands were now on your hips. “Watch yourself in the mirror and move with me.”
Your muscles went taut as he softly pressed his hips against you, moving them back and forth in a seductive sway.
“Relax,” he said again. His breath tickled your ear.
He really is a great dancer.
You tried to only think about dancing. It’s just dancing, you repeated over and over to yourself. Very slow, dirty dancing. Like in the movie!
“Good,” Jimin said as both pairs of hips swung side to side lazily. “Now-”
Suddenly he was grinding forward. You froze, momentarily trying to look back and ask him what he was playing at.
“No, watch the mirror,” Jimin murmured, gently pushing your face back forward.
His hands moved up to your stomach, crawling underneath your shirt and skimming across your skin. Seeing this happen in the mirror made you feel a certain way you couldn’t quite describe; a tingly, warm feeling that wasn’t entirely innocent.
Jimin certainly felt that way as well. You could feel him becoming hard against you. He was grinding against you and was definitely getting off on it.
“Jimin,” you whimpered out as his hand invaded your bra. His cold hand palmed and caressed the creamy skin of your breast. You dug your ass back to meet his movement.
It must have been that which set him off because he spun your around to face him, hand now out of your shirt.
Can we…? He said that the very first time you two ever had sex. He had been hesitant, though eager. He always asks, no matter how badly you are initiating, You suppose some things will never change.
Jimin always wants to hear you say that you want him. At first it was to be respectful; he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scared. But now it was to please his fiery wants. Knowing that he could make you crave kisses and touches made him feel loved. It made him feel excited.
“Yes,” you breathed out. Slowly, almost painfully slowly, Jimin sunk down to his knees. You looked down at him.
It’s in these sensual moments that you become drunk off his beauty. “Princess…I want to see you.”
You lift your shirt off over your head, dropping it to the floor. The cold air bites your shoulders.
Jimin presses a kiss above your navel. “All of you.”
The words send shivers up your spine. You reach back to undo the clasp of your bra. It falls to the floor.
Jimin pulls you down to your knees. His hands may be cold but his mouth his hot, furiously kissing and biting at your breasts. He slowly pulls you into his lap. You look up to the ceiling, exposing more of your chest for him to mark as his own.
“Jimin, baby,” you groaned as his teeth nipped you intimately. “Please—”
Jimin laughed with his face still buried in your chest, the feeling tickling you. “Already wanting me?”
“Yes,” you said, not bothering to hide the desperation. His skillful grinding sent you into a frenzy. You could already feel yourself becoming wet.
“I just started, princess. I want to have my fun too.”
He looked up and you pouted at him. “Then at least let me see you.”
You gently pushed him back. He laid back on the clean dance floor. “You’re so beautiful,” he praised. “So sexy. I can’t believe that you’re mine.”
He continued to speak as you worked on stripping him down.
You tugged his shirt over his head. Seeing his bare torso made your heart pound. God, you think, he really is beautiful.
You were working on his jeans. His tight jeans, which were bulging at the crotch. His cock sprung free once they were off, erect with it’s slight curve. “C-can you touch yourself?” you begged.
Jimin couldn’t help but laugh. He has teased you for this ‘kink’ of yours many times, but never officially objected to it. In fact, he always went along with it.
Like now, as you focused on worming out of your shorts. His hand gripped his own length and he started to stroke himself, softly rubbing the pink tip and softly moaning.
“Y/n,” he said in a clear voice. “Y/n, my Y/n.” His hand moved fast, then, stroking all the spots that would make him build up an orgasm. You crawled on top of him, moving his hands away. His soft whine made you throb. Heat had pooled up in your thighs as you watched him get himself off, saying your name like a prayer.
You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. Jimin is thick and big, stretching you out pleasantly. You truly believe your bodies were made for one another, for he fit inside you perfectly.
You both moaned in harmony at the feeling. “So fucking perfect,” Jimin said. “You feel so good.”
When he was completely settled inside of you, you began to move, rocking your hips as you bounced so his tip hit your g-spot.
“Just like I taught you princess,” Jimin said in a husky voice as you bit back moans. “Keep your hips loose.”
He was rocking as well. The both of you moved like a wave on the ocean, steady and swift.
Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed as you rode him. He listened to you moan explicitly, occasionally giving your ass a little slap to speed you up.
“I love you,” you huffed out. “Jimin, my Jimin.”
He liked the possessive undertones in your voice.
“Faster, princess,” Jimin urged you. Your movements were getting sloppy.
Jimin tutted and squeezed your hips. “You didn’t pay attention to my lesson at all,” he chastised. In one fluent though careful motion he rolled you onto your back so that he was now in control.
The cold floor made you gasp and arch your back out to avoid the feeling.
Jimin greedily ran his hands over your body.
“What was the first thing I taught you?” he demanded between grunts.
Your legs were shaking violently. You wrapped them around Jimin’s waist, squeezing your thighs against him to ensure he wouldn’t leave your embrace.
“S-stay loose,” you manage to say.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room. His hips were expertly moving, slamming into you every half second. By now he has stretched you out.
He pushed to reach into you more, making you nearly cry. The overwhelming feeling of bliss has blinded you.
Jimin enjoys the sight of you writhing underneath him, perky tits bouncing.
He felt the orgasm build up inside of him. It was getting close, like a shark swimming up to the surface of water.
“Ah-! There!” you cried out. “Yes, oh yes, Jimin, please, right there.”
“Fuck,” Jimin swore. “I love you, Y/n,” he said as he pounded faster. He was holding himself up with his arms now, too lost in pleasure to realize they were starting to burn.
He pressed his forehead against yours.
And now, both of your eyes were closed but mouths were open and moaning.
“Princess, I’m going to cum,” he hissed.
“Ooh, me too,” you moaned. You raked your nails down Jimin’s back. You grabbed his hips and guided him deeper each thrust he took in.
The orgasm washed over for you both at once. Jimin’s released fell deep into you.
There hadn’t been a condom, you realized, but it’s not unusual. You started the pill a long time ago, much to Jimin’s delight. He loved being able to be within you fully, completely, with no barriers.
You both laid against each other, catching your breath and professing your love over and over.
Jimin wrapped an arm around you when you shivered at the feeling of his seed dripping down your walls while he slipped his cock out.
“Can we do this more often?” Jimin asked.
You let out a half sigh half laugh. “I’m not objecting.”
Jimin held you closer to his chest. “I like it when you call me yours.”
You pressed your pink lips to his bare skin. “You are,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly.
Some time passed, comfortable silence overcoming the room as you both took a rest.
“So…about that teacher-student idea—would you be willing to wear a uniform?”
You scoffed against him. “Jimin, come on. A uniform? …What kind?”
Jimin shrugged lightly to avoid moving you about to much. “A sexy kind, I guess.”
“Well. Alright. Only if you agree to grind on me like that again.”
Jimin laughed. “In my vision, you are doing the grinding.”
“That’s not very fair. I don’t know how to do a good grind!”
“That’s why you’re going to see a teacher. I’ll teach you how to do a good grind.”
“What if I don’t get the hang of it?”
Jimin made a sound when your dragged a hand across his, now very hard, cock. “If you don’t get the hang of it,” he said in a deep voice, “then I’ll have to demonstrate, over and over and over, just until you do.”