warning: body worship, spitting, fingering, jin eats her ass and pussy ??? choking, raw sex, missionary, doggy, anal !!!! oc's legs are over her head at one point, and jin has a big cock (duh)
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the christmas tree bathes the room in a soft, golden glow, its twinkling lights dancing over the crinkled wrapping paper scattered across the floor. the scent of cinnamon and pine lingers, weaving through the faint melody of holiday music humming softly from the speaker perched on the shelf.
you’re cross-legged on the rug, knees almost brushing seokjin’s, his gaze fixed on you with that familiar mix of curiosity and warmth. the final gift for him sits in your lap, its weight pressing into your palms, making your heart skip with a giddy kind of anticipation.
“okay, this is the big one,” you say, nudging the box toward him.
he eyes it suspiciously, his head tilting like he’s trying to solve a riddle without all the clues. “what is it?”
“just open it, jin,” you reply, leaning back on your hands, and biting back a grin.
he makes a show of inspecting the wrapping job first, his fingers tracing the perfectly folded edges.
“you wrapped this, didn’t you?”
“obviously.”
“of course you did,” he mutters, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. “it’s too perfect. how am i supposed to rip this open?”
“you could just do it,” you tease, gesturing impatiently. “before i take it back—”
immediately, he starts peeling the paper. he’s careful at first, then impatient when the box beneath reveals itself. when he lifts the lid, the air between you shifts.
“no way,” he breathes, staring at the pristine, matte-black console nestled inside. “a PS5?”
“yeah. do you like it?” you ask, your grin widening as his eyes flicker between the console and you, disbelief written all over his face.
but then he spots the second item tucked beneath it, a signed copy of valorant with the unmistakable signature of ninja, his favorite streamer.
“you’re kidding,” he says, pulling the case out with both hands like it’s the holy grail.
“merry christmas!” you say softly, watching as his lips part, his expression stuck somewhere between awe and amazement.
“this is—how did you even—” he trails off, his thumb brushing over the sharpie scrawl. “ninja… how? h-how’d you do this?”
“turns out he’s not that hard to track down if you know the right people,” you reply with a shrug, trying to play it cool even though your chest feels warm from how happy he looks. “he’s pretty nice too. chill guy.”
“you talked to him?”
“yeah. he said you’re handsome.”
jin sets the case down gently, like it’s made of glass, and reaches over to grab your hands, pulling you closer.
“this is insane,” he says, his voice quieter now, like he’s still processing it all. “you’re insane.”
“in a good way, right?”
“the best way,” he says, squeezing your hands before letting go and reaching for the console again. “i seriously don’t know how i’m supposed to top this. thank you, love.”
he reaches for you. you kiss him softly and giggle against his lips. he doesn’t want to let go of you just yet. seokjin leans in again, kissing you more.
laughing, you pull away and reach your arms out to him.
“my turn!”
seokjin reaches behind him and takes out his present. his fingers nervously trace the edge of the ribbon tied around the small box in his hands. he looks at you, then at the box, then back at you, and finally thrusts it forward.
“here,” he says, voice low and almost embarrassed. “merry christmas, love.”
you take it gently, the velvet box cool against your palms. the name cartier gleams faintly on the lid, and your heart jumps. you glance up at him, but his eyes are fixed on the floor, his knee bouncing slightly.
lifting the lid, you see it—a thin gold promise ring, the dainty diamond catching the glow of the lights.
it’s beautiful, understated in a way that feels so seokjin.
before you can say a word, he shifts forward, his hand brushing yours as he lifts the cushion beneath the ring.
“there’s, uh… also this,” he mutters, revealing his sleek black credit card tucked underneath. he groans softly, his ears burning pink as he stumbles through his explanation.
“to be so honest with you… i didn’t know what else to get you. the ring—it’s been in my sock drawer for 2 months. i couldn’t think, i ran out of time, and… i’m sorry. your present was so much better than mine. i feel so bad—”
your fingers tighten around the box, a laugh bubbling out of you before you can stop it. “seokjin,” you say, shaking your head, “this is perfect. thank you so much, love.”
he blinks at you, a little uncertain, and you reach for his hands, tugging him closer until your knees bump.
“seokjin, i love it,” you murmur. “i love you.”
he exhales, shoulders relaxing as a small smile pulls at his lips. he takes the ring with careful hands, holding it like something precious.
“this isn’t just a christmas gift,” he says softly, slipping it onto your finger. his eyes meet yours, steady and warm. “it’s a promise. i promise to take care of you, to make you laugh, to be patient when you’re stubborn and to listen when you need me to... and i promise to give you a better christmas gift next year… and the year after that. the year after that… and the year after—”
“i get it,” you laugh. “you could give me a paper ring and i’d still love it.”
he rolls his eyes, partly because he knows you’re telling the truth and partly because it’s riddiculous that he’d ever give you a paper ring. come on. he’s fucking rich and the ideal provider man. a paper ring? he’s not here to play games—10 carat ring minimum for your engagement (which he’s in the middle of planning).
seokjin takes your hand and slips the ring on your 4th finger.
“it fits,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly over the ring now resting on your finger.
“it fits,” you echo, the corners of your mouth lifting as you admire the delicate band.
the mall is bustling with last-minute shoppers, but none of it phases you as you tug seokjin along, weaving through the crowd with his hand firmly clasped in yours. he follows you willingly, even when you pause outside a lingerie store, the display mannequins clad in delicate lace and silk.
you glance back at him, your lips curling into a mischievous smile.
“what do you think? should i?”
his eyes widen slightly, his ears already tinged pink.
“uh—yeah. yes. absolutely.”
you giggle, dragging him inside.
a few minutes later, you’re behind a curtain, slipping into the first set—a soft pink number that feels like it was made for you.
“jin,” you call out, peeking your head through the curtain. “ready?”
“more than ready,” he replies, his voice slightly strained.
when you step out, his reaction is immediate. his jaw slackens, and he leans forward, elbows braced on his knees as he takes you in.
“oh my god,” he mutters, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “you’re—wow.”
you do a playful spin, the fabric fluttering lightly. “so? should i get it?”
“get all of them,” he says without hesitation. “max out the card. please."
seokjin fears he might cum too fast tonight.
you’re wearing one out of the literal twelve sets and he can’t breathe. as his fred chain dangles above you, he leans down to kiss you. before he does, he pauses.
his presence fills the space like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded. his eyes that have you pinned. dark and searching, like he’s memorizing every detail of you, every breath you take.
“you’re so…” his voice trails off, soft and low, like he’s lost the words somewhere between his chest and yours. his hand lifts, fingertips brushing the curve of your jaw, then settling there like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
you tilt your head up, heart thundering in your chest as his thumb grazes your cheek, his touch both gentle and deliberate. he leans down even more, slow enough to send shivers down your spine.
“love,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours in a whisper of a touch, like he’s asking permission, like he’s afraid of what happens when he finally gives in. but then he does—closing the space between you, his mouth firm and soft all at once, his other hand slipping to your waist to hold you steady.
he kisses you like it’s the only thing he’s ever been sure of, his frame looming over you, protective and unyielding. his fingers tighten at your jaw, tilting your face just so, and when he deepens the kiss.
you grasp at his polo, bunching the fabric in your fists to keep yourself upright, and he makes this low, quiet sound in the back of his throat… it’s like the idea of you falling is too much. his lips leave yours for a moment, just long enough for him to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven.
“you’re so perfect,” he whispers, his voice a little ragged, his thumb brushing once more against your cheek before his lips find yours again. “i love you so much.”
before you know it, he shifts, kissing you from your lips to down your neck. then, over your breasts. gently, he tugs on your new lace bra and reveals your breasts. he kisses them, finding your nipples along the way. sucking them, you let out a moan.
then, he moves down.
down to your stomach.
down to your hips where he bites them.
then, finally…
“all that lingerie shopping only for me to take it off of you, huh?”
you giggle as he lifts your legs to get a better view of your pussy in the lace lingerie. he lets out a groan, admiring the way your body looks. quickly, he takes his shirt off and shifts out of his boxers. he’s totally naked now and you can’t help but admire his build.
he’s so… strong. his body is so fucking lean and the way his muscle are carved makes it so difficult for you to not be soaking wet.
and god… his cock?
his perfect cock.
seokjin’s cock has to be the best one you’ve ever seen. actually, it’s the only one you’ve ever seen. you’ve been in a relationship with him since your early 20s and he was the one to take your virginity. when you talk about sex with your friends, you can’t help but feel sorry for them.
not because their sex stories are mid… but because they don’t know how good you have it. how fucking good seokjin gives it to you.
he always makes you cum first.
he’s good at foreplay—sometimes you cum so fast and hard that you sob.
despite his size (which is an XL), he truly knows how to fuck. he’s so hot. all his mannerisms and the way he maneuvers during sex make your inside tighten and flip over. it’s almost indescribable how good he makes you feel during sex… just the thought alone of having sex with him gets you wet. to be in this position? underneath him, wearing the lingerie he bought you?
you’re as wet as a fucking rain forest.
and he knows.
“so wet, love.”
“i know.”
“for me?”
“only for you.”
he smirks as he takes his cock and gives himself a few lazy pumps. he brings one of your legs over his shoulder and pushes the fabric to the side. he then drags the tip of his cock around your entrance. he taps on it and lowers his head to spit on your clit. jin takes a moment to massage his saliva into your clit, earning moans from you.
“wanna play with you,” he mumbles. “but i… i can’t. you’re so pretty right now, love. can i just tell you that? you’re so perfect. i love the way your tits…”
he pauses and caresses them. you get goosebumps.
“they’re so plump. i love how they fit in my hands and… i love it when i stuff my face in them. so fucking perfect… and your neck,” seokjin’s hand trails up to your neck. he cups them, lightly choking you. “i love it when i wrap my hands around them. so dainty. so perfect for me…”
then, he cups your face and tuns his thumb over your lips.
“pretty lips too… love it when they’re wrapped around my cock. love it when you kiss me and i bite them. i love how they feel agaisnt my skin… y-you’re… so fucking beautiful, love. your body is my favourite thing in this world. it’s my favourite gift. what did i do to deserve you?”
as you’re about to reply, you let out a small gasp as he pushes himself inside you.
you squirm, trying to adjust to the sudden harsh push. his cock is hard and long, you feel it reach your guts.
he stays still for a moment, lowering his body and kissing your neck. in your ear, he murmurs; “you okay?”
“mhm.. so big, love.”
“sorry,” he chuckles. “do you want me to pull out? i didn’t stretch you out… just… just wanted to be in you.”
“it’s okay,” you tell him, reaching to fix his hair. “can i have a minute, though?”
he nods with a soft smile. “of course, love. let me know when i can move.”
you nod and he continues to kiss your neck. he sucks on it, working on giving you a hickey. you try to relax your upper body and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. the sharpness of his cock inside you eases for a moment and you take that as a sign.
“ready,” you whisper. “softly please.”
seokjin moans in response as he gently thrusts inside you.
he plants his forearms around you and pushes himself in deeper. his chain dangles on top and you watch it, trying to distract yourself from the burn. soon, you adjust and begin to feel the pleasure. when you feel it, you wrap your legs around his torso. jin takes note and begins to fuck you faster. you hold onto him, unable to stop yourself from moaning and groaning.
he grunts a few times, feeling your warm pussy tighten around him.
“jin…”
“yes, love?”
“doggy?”
you don’t have to tell him twice.
seokjin pulls out and gets up from the bed. he stands on the edge as you get on all fours. you arch your back as he takes your lace pantie and tugs it to the side. he slips his cock back in and you let out a shaky moan.
he begins to fuck you, his pelvis hitting your ass loud and fast.
“this ass….” seokjin breathes in awe. he slaps it before squeezing it. “god, it’s so perfect. look at your curves… love, you’re so perfect. i want to buy every piece of lingerie the world has to offer. you need to be on display… you’re so fucking perfect, my love. oh fuck, i… wow, this ass is so fucking big, i wish i could—f-fuck. let me just—”
without warning, he pulls out and kneels. seokjin shoves his face in your ass and begins to eat you out. he digs himself under, running his nose through your folds and a little on your clit. next thing you know, he’s running his tongue all the way your asshole. you yelp.
“anal?” he requests.
“sure.” you breathe, “can you do the thing—”
without hesitation, he stands up and reaches for your neck. he grips it tightly, choking you with a good pleasure. seokjin then runs his hand through your pussy and spreads your wetness into the rim of your ass. he spits on his cock, spreading the saliva to make it more slippery. then, he shoves it inside.
you breathe in the sharpness and pleasure.
seokjin chokes you a little harder as he fucks your ass.
"fuck. you're so tight... so fucking tight... i love you. thank you for letting me have this... love fucking your ass, love."
"mhmm," you moan. "feels so good... cock so big, jin. i love it."
then, you cough and he lets go.
his hands move to your hips, holding them steady as he fucks you. your body follows and he watches in disbelief how lucky he is to have you.
then, his fingers find their way to your clit. underneath, he plays with you. you throw your head back from how fucking good it all feels. he plays with your pussy, flicking, pinching, and fingering you.
“selfish little thing,” seokjin hums. “you want it all, don’t you? you like it when i fuck you in the ass and play with your pussy. i choke you and you love it. i… i give you everything. i love to do this, you know? i love giving you everything.”
you moan at his words.
then, you hear him pant and feel him fuck you harder.
“f-fuck,” he stutters.
then, a few seconds later, as you feel his dick twitch—he pulls out.
not to cum.
but to flip you over.
he kisses you while his hands guide your legs to go over your head. he stretches you, and you almost sob from the way your pussy pulsates. aside from all the fucking positions and everything you two have done so far—he’s also fucking insanely handsome.
his innocent face and soft features contradict so much of what he’s done to you tonight.
he takes your hands and tells you to hold the position. wrapping your arms around your legs, he kneels over and spits in your pussy again. you watch as his saliva slips inside you. then, he takes his cock and runs the head over your pussy. he pushes the tip in and then takes it out. he drags it down to your ass, lifts you a bit, and does the same to your asshole.
“which one should i fuck? i love both equally.”
you pout.
“my pussy, please.”
he smirks lazily. “so polite.”
then, he shoves his hard, thick, long cock inside your pussy.
he pumps himself inside and out of you. his eyebrows furrow from the pleasure and you feel him stiffen on top of you. you clench your pussy as you feel it throb. he fucks you through the sensation.
“jin…” you breathe. “i’m… i’m gonna cum—oh my g-god—”
he slaps your pussy.
then, he fucks you harder.
“can’t this pretty pussy take more?”
you pout at him.
“i’m… i’m s-so close,” you let out a sob. “you’re so mean.”
he chuckles and lowers himself. he kisses you and swats your hands away from your legs. finally, you let them go and lay properly. his hands then roam your body as he kisses you. against your lips, he murmurs;
“sorry, sorry.. got carried away. i love you, ___. sorry, love.”
as he fucks you, you forgive him. “it’s okay, love.”
“love, you cum if you want.”
you shift and give him a tired smile.
“but you said not to."
"don't listen to me," he huffs. "i lose my mind whenever i'm inside you."
you giggle and kiss him once. twice. and then a third time before suggesting; "soft, lazy, sloppy missionary? think i can last longer.”
seokjin chuckles and nods. he kisses the top of your head and wraps himself around you.
“whatever you want, love. i'm gonna give you everything.”
note: I put a little too much effort into the plot so the smut isn’t exactly how I want it…hope you still enjoy it 🕴🏾reader request coming next
“Jimin! Someone’s at the door for you!” you yelled unenthusiastically. Waiting for the long haired man to emerge from his room.
“Are you his…girlfriend?” The unknown woman questioned sourly, looking you up and down in disgust.
“No, I’m his roommate. But we fuck sometimes,” you say seriously, letting your ego take over and guide the conversation. If she was going to be rude so were you.
You watched the color drain from her skin, looking like a deer in oncoming headlights.
“Coming!” Jimin bursts from his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripping from his freshly showered hair onto his exposed chest.
“Who’s her-“ he said out of breath, stopping when you moved over to reveal the guest.
“What are you doing here, Hyejin?” He said coldly, standing unimpressed in the living room.
“When did you get a girlfriend, Jimin?” She asked looking between you and Jimin.
“Girlfriend?” He questioned confused. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you burst into a small fit of laughter. Jimin leaning against the couch, trying to stifle a laugh.
“Okay I lied, but I just think you shouldn’t be a bitch to other people in their own home.” You confessed with a shrug, walking past Jimin with a pat on his shoulder.
You entered your room not interested in the argument Jimin was about to have with another one of his obsessed conquests.
After 10 minutes of muffled yelling and the slam of a door, a knock rang through your apartment. Jimin was at your bedroom door.
“Open the door, Sunny.” He said voice rumbling from the other side of the door.
“Oh, now I’m your sunshine. What about her?” You asked playfully, opening the door for him.
“Don’t start. Did she say anything to you?” He asked concernedly, searching your face for answers.
“I’m fine, Park. You should pick nicer fuck buddies though.” You say nonchalantly walking back over to your bed.
Jimin trailed closely behind you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him. You squeaked in surprise, holding onto Jimin’s arm.
“What was that, sunshine?” He questioned deeply. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.” Your heart began to race and you quickly removed your hand from his bicep.
“Nothing.” You murmur looking down at the space between the two of you.
He placed his hand under your chin, gently making you look at him. He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Hmm, well go get the popcorn ready. I’ll get dressed so we can start our movie night.” He said sweetly, flashing you a gummy smile before poking his tongue out at you.
“Did you eat another cherry airhead in the shower? Your tongue is bright red!” You exclaimed slapping his bare chest. He recoiled in pain, a faux pout now on his lips.
“Hey, I blame you for putting a candy bowl in my room,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You want a piece?” He questioned teasingly, walking to leave your room.
“Oh! Let’s wear the Pajamas you bought us yesterday. I think it’d be cute.” Jimin said down the hall, not listening for your rebuttal.
After changing into your plaid Pajama shorts and one of Jimin’s shirts, you walked out to the living room to prepare the movie.
“We’re watching horror movies right, Minie?” You yelled while bending over to check the dvd player.
“What did you say, hon- woah.” Jimin said, stopping in his tracks.
His eyes fell directly on your ass, the bulge in his pants growing slightly.
“What? I said we’re watching horror movies right?” You asked obliviously. Squatting down to grab a handful of dvds from under the TV console.
Jimin clears his throat eyes still unmoving. He walked further into the living room, plopping on the couch behind you.
“I’ll take your silence and heavy breathing as a yes. Anyways the pizza should be here soon.” You said standing up to turn around.
You were met with the sight of your best friend shirtless and slightly sweaty on your shared couch. Your eyes widened at the sight, heat invading your cheeks.
Maybe you did have a small crush on Jimin, but how could you not when he looks like a walking art piece?
“I-I’m hungry,” you stuttered out shyly. Trying not to stare at Jimin’s lap.
“Me too,” Jimin smirked running his eyes over your body unapologetically. Meeting your gaze with hungry eyes.
“I’m gonna get some water. I’ll be right back,” you said trying to scurry away to the kitchen.
Miscalculating your step, you tripped and landed in Jimin’s lap with a huff. Bracing your hands on his shoulders unconsciously.
“Oh my god I’m sorry—“ you cried out trying to stand up quickly. Jimin grabbed your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap.
“Jimin, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. Going to stand up a second time, only to fail against his strong grip.
“Sit down.” He demanded intensely.
You didn’t move another inch, looking anywhere but his eyes.
“You know, you look very cute in these shorts.” He said moving a hand to play with the hem of your pants.
“I’ll go get you some water, Sunny.” He placed his hands on your waist and gently moved you to the next cushion.
“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, eyes darting from the floor to the print in Jimin’s pants. He noticed immediately, smiling as he brought you a glass of water.
“So what movie are we watching?” He asked casually, sitting on the cushion closest to you. You told him about the movie, stumbling over some parts as your mind was elsewhere.
Shortly after the movie started, you guys ate dinner and trash talked your way through the cliché horror tropes.
The next movie was frightening, sending you flying into Jimin’s lap after the 4th jump scare in a row. He happily held onto your hips, glancing down at you every so often.
You felt something hard against your ass, and shifted uncomfortably in response.
“Hey, stop moving Y/N.” Jimin grunted trying to hold you still.
“I feel something hard, it’s uncomfortable Jimin.” You complained, frustrated and grinding down harder.
The next noise you heard made you freeze. A growl? Did he just growl?
“If you would stop moving so much I wouldn’t be hard, Sunshine.” He stated dryly, “well seeing you in those shorts is also the reason.”
“JIMIN-“ you yelped embarrassed. Hiding your face in his chest immediately. He placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.
“You think I don’t know, Y/N. Hmm?” He crooned, looking down into your eyes, his infamous smirk still glued on his lips. The movie suddenly forgotten.
“I’ve seen where your attention has been tonight,” he said cockily. “You don’t think I’ve noticed your eyes on my lap practically the entire movie?”
“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, baby.” He smiled sinisterly, making your mouth water in fright. The nickname igniting something fiery inside you.
“I hear all those pretty noises you make almost every night. Just begging for me to come ruin you.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Park.” You lied defensively, swatting Jimin’s hand away from your face. The memories of your perverted activities flashing through your mind.
“I’m not one of your toys, Jimin. I won’t fall at your feet.” You stated stubbornly, still sitting in his lap.
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I’ll make you scream louder than any toy could.” He said grabbing your face roughly. Smiling at the whimper that barely escaped your throat.
“You’re special, darling. Someone made just for me,” he said trailing soft kisses down your jaw to your neck.
“I’ve been longing to taste you, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell the truth.”
Your breathing had become erratic, Jimin’s feather light lips sending your mind into a frenzy. How could you give in so easily?
You melted into his touch, moaning when he left a particularly prominent love bite on your collarbone.
“Mine” he said, kissing his way up your neck, to your cheek, until he finally met your lips.
Your lips molded perfectly together, Jimin grabbed your waist pulling you closer in his lap. You both pulled apart to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat coating your foreheads.
“See? I’ve barely done anything Sunny, but I can feel your crying pussy through your shorts.” He groaned, reaching down to grab the hem of your pants.
“I want you to use your words now, pretty girl,” he said running his hands beneath your shorts. He stopped just before he reached your pussy.
“If you want me here,” he tapped two fingers over your clothed clit. “You’ll have to get on your knees and beg,” he deadpanned, kissing the tip of your nose.
You nodded in response, pealing yourself away from him. You climbed to the floor, getting on your knees in front of him.
“Please Jimin,” you began softly, doe eyes trained on his.
“You can do better than that, Sunshine.” He interjected, palming himself through his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight, mouth watering for him.
“Been needing your dick for so long,” you continued nervously. “Want the real thing,” you beg pathetically, crawling forward and placing your hands on his thighs.
He pulled his pants down his legs, trailing his underwear right behind them. You watched his cock spring free, the mushroom tip leaving a sticky trial of pre-cum on his happy trail.
“You want my dick, Sunny? Hmm?” He cooed mockingly, watching you shift cutely in front of him.
He grabbed your face roughly with one hand, craning your neck to look at him. “Open,” he demanded calmly.
He squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open. Spitting into it as if he owned you. “Now swallow.”
He smiled happily at you, enjoying the control he had over your actions. “You can taste it, baby.” He said releasing your face with a quick kiss to your nose.
You pushed up on your knees, reaching forward to finally come in contact with his member. Your hand was too small to fit the whole thing.
You wrapped both hands around it, letting out a shaky breath before taking him into your mouth.
“It’s s-so big,” you mewled, hands sticky and furiously moving up and down his shaft. He groaned at your words, loving the attention.
“Tastes so good,” you said before engulfing him again. The sound of him fucking your throat filling the living room.
“Shit—you’re so good at sucking my dick Y/N.” Jimin said moaning at the sight of your bobbing head. “Don’t wanna cum yet, hold on Sunny,” he grunted. You removed your head in frustration, missing the taste of him on your tongue.
He reached down to pull you back into his lap, planting a kiss on your lips. “Good job, princess.”
“Strip for me, Y/N.” Jimin demanded tugging on the waistband of your shorts.
You shakily stood up from his lap, quickly removing the plaid shorts for him. Gripping your forearm nervously as Jimin inspected every inch of your exposed skin.
“You look delicious, Sunny.” He said lazily stroking his cock, eyes still focused on your body.
He motioned for you to lay on the couch, sitting back to give you more room. You did as you were told, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he towered over you.
“I’m gonna fuck you in these, so precious.” He whispered hotly in your ear, toying with your panties. Sliding then to the side, he began rubbing small circles across your clit.
Hushing you after a string of moans escaped your lips. “This my shirt?” He questioned, running his other hand under the soft fabric. His hand gliding across your skin effortlessly, like he already knew the map of your soul.
You nodded, feeling his hair brush against your cheek at the motion. He hummed in delight, grabbing your breast and squeezing.
You felt the tip of his cock graze against your clit, making you to shudder under him. He started to grind against you, sending waves of shock running through your body.
“Mmfp—can’t take it anymore, need you” Jimin flexed his hips forward, groaning as your pussy engulfed him.
You whimpered at the stretch, tears clouding your vision at the feeling. You wrapped your arms around his neck loving the way he grunts in your ear.
“So soft and hot, Sunny. Could fuck you all day.” He said pulling out slightly. Rocking forward before he could miss the contact of your skin.
“Please fill me up, Jimin.” You begged into his neck, “don’t wanna be empty.”
He chuckled at your words, his smile quickly being replaced with an “O,” expression. You clenched around him again, relishing in the whimper he released.
He swallowed another whimper, rhythmically slapping his hips against yours. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down for your reaction.
A symphony of moans rang through your living room. The obscene squelching and slapping sounds drawing you closer to your orgasm. You felt your stomach bulge with every thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist.
“Gonna paint your pretty tummy with my cum, baby.” He placed a hand over your head to brace himself. Slamming back into you aggressively.
You screamed in pleasure, clawing at his back in desperation. You felt your orgasm wash over you. Jimin not easing his movements.
“Fuck—so good for me,” he grunted. “Love watching your pretty face, Y/N.”
You blushed in response, mind and body still reeling from Jimin’s touch. You felt his thrusts become sloppy, a guttural growl coming from his lips as he slipped from inside of you.
He eagerly squeezed his cock, stroking it rapidly as he watched your ruined body underneath him. His eyes closed momentarily, his hips stuttering as he came on your stomach.
Your chests heaved with heavy breathing, Jimin grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean you up.
“Round 2 in the shower?”
The end.
(Sorry it was short, just supposed to be a quick smut.) (There will be a pt.2)
Summary: Being the girlfriend of an idol definitely had its perks, but witnessing the choreography for their new song first hand was a big one.
Genres: Idol au / established relationship / smut / fluff / drabble
Rating: 18+ (NSFW)
Warnings: adorable Jimin, like too cute for words / run bts jimin / steamy elevator scene / clitoral stimulation / heavy kissing / a little grinding / talks of a strip tease /
W/c: 1.7k
Beta: @pjmparadise thank you!
Banner: @jinsquishes it’s perfect thank you!
Notes: I started this after the Run BTS choreography video came out and I was inspired. Possibly, I might be thinking of making a part two inspired by Jimin’s iconic ‘filter’ performance, if you would like me to, let me know in the comments.
Jimin led you by the hand to the studio, his fingers entwined with yours pulling you along excitedly and leaving you jogging to keep up with him.
The dance studio was full of people, dancers, and staff; your name being called loudly in chorus drew your attention. As the guys all ran over, you were encased in six warm hugs and relished their loving grip. It had been too long since you’d seen them all together.
“Yoongi, your hair!” You reach up and touch the ends, shocked by the length and the way he wore it; the half-up, half-down hairstyle really suits him.
“You like it?” He asks, with that cute gummy smile and slight pink to his cheeks.
“I love it! You look very handsome, more so than usual.” You wink playfully, sensing Jimin’s eyes on you as the words leave your mouth.
“Ah,” he wines at your side. “Don’t tell him that.”
You laugh, cupping his face. “Don’t worry. No one compares to you.” Leaning in and kissing him on the corner of his lips and enjoying the sight of his cheeks flushing, and he can’t contain the immense grin spread across his face.
Taehyung’s arms are around your waist, interrupting the moment and sweeping you up in the air, and spinning you in a circle. You can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Where have you been?” He asked, setting you back down.
“I know it’s been too long; working and studying have been kicking my ass.” His hands find yours, and you squeeze them.
“You know what they say, all work and no play…” he twirls you around fast before giving you another tight hug.
“And that’s exactly why I’m here.”
“Well, in that case, let’s get you a front-row seat to the show.” He calls out.
“Hey Tae, can I have this jacket when you’re done with it?” You play with the fringe design on the black leather.
Beaming at you, he replies. “How can I say no to Jimin’s girl?"
"I’m just kidding!” You give him a playful nudge with your elbow.
There was a shout to get into positions, and the boys run off waving to you.
“Come, sit down.” Jimin leads you to a chair at the front and centre of their grouping, kissing you on the cheek before running off to take his position with the rest of the guys. Your hands wring nervously in your lap at the idea of watching this new routine; you knew you’d love it, that was a given, but nevertheless, your stomach turns with anticipation.
Summary : Where you can't help but melt and twitch everytime his hands touch you.
Warning(s)! : Teasing, groping, caressing, kisses, fingering (in front of the mirror), overstimulation, crying, smacking (once? ig), petnames (darling), dom!mc x sub!oc (that's all ig).
The soft and gentle feeling of your boyfriend's cold fingers brushing against your skin causes you to shiver, making your back arc. His not so huge yet soft hand caresses the inside of your right thigh, squeezing it lightly.
You let out a breathy whimper as his fingers reach your center, tapping your nub, and your muscles tense up.
With your eyes shut close and right hand covering your mouth to stop your pleasurable noises from escaping, your other hand clutches his left bicep, your body shaking.
"Relax, darling. Open your eyes and see how beautiful you're looking right now." His breathy and gentle voice reaches your ears, his warm breath hitting the side of your face, fanning your skin, and the blush on your cheeks deepens.
You're so damn aware of the body length mirror standing right in front of you, which is the reason why you've your eyes shut tight, not wanting to witness the erotic view ahead.
Of course you're too embarrassed to watch yourself sitting on the edge of the bed in your boyfriend's lap with your legs wide open, your bottoms gone with his magic hands doing wonders on your body.
"J-Jimin-ah..!" His name escapes your lips as a oh so pretty moan, and the said person feels butterflies erupting in his stomach, a smile creeping on his lips as his heart flutters.
"Yes, darling?" His voice gets huskier as you keep wriggling in his arms, causing him to tighten his hold on the side of your waist.
"I-I can't...!" You cry, the overstimulation causing your clit to throb, body trembling hard.
"Oh, yes? I'll stop and give you what you want once you open your eyes for me, darling." A breathy chuckle leaves his lips at your whiny self, and he plays with your throbbing center, teasing you more.
You know how demanding he can be in bed, no matter soft or rough, so you do your best to force your eyelids open because you know he won't stop playing around with you unless you don't do as he pleases.
As your eyes flutter open, your blurry vision doesn't allow you to see properly, so you blink your eyes a few times to clear your vision, which was a mistake.
As soon your view gets clear, your eyes travel to the mirror right in front of you, and you can see everything, literally everything.
Throw your eyelashes, you can see how his fingers dance over your skin, playing with your outer folds and teasing them, overstimulating you further while his other hand massages your inner thigh, squeezing it from time to time.
You let out a loud moan as his middle and ring finger press against your gaping entrance before sliding in oh so easily through your pretty little slick walls.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sensation and you clutch his bicep tighter, toes curling up at the delicious feeling of his fingers massaging your gummy walls as your back arcs, sensitive moans falling from your lips.
Your eyes prick with tears as his first two fingers hit your sensitive spot in one go, slowly and steadily abusing it, making you see literal stars.
Your breathing remains ragged as his other hand slides up from your bare belly, traveling up to grope your clothed breast, massaging it in his palm while giving it moderate squeezes from time to time.
"J-Jimin-ah, I-I can-n't! I'm gon-na-" Your sentence gets cut off in the middle as he slides out his fingers from your tunnel, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness.
"Why-..!!" The whine leaves your lips before you could stop it, and the very next moment, a smack echoes throughout the four walls of the bedroom, followed by your loud cry of pain as his hand comes down to your thigh with great force.
The tears that had consumed your eyes earlier now fall down your rosy cheeks freely, your sobs turning to hiccups, the skin hot and burning with his red handprint.
"Aww, did I hurt you, darling?" Jimin's voice comes from the side of your face, and your head moves on it's own, the nod confirming his assumption, and the chuckle that rumbles from his chest causes you to tremble, a shudder going down your spine before you feel his hot breath fanning your side, deep, husky voice filling your ears.
"But we haven't even started yet, darling. Trust me, the night is still young, and we've a long way to go~"
(this smut is from my Instagram, don't know why but I just felt like posting it here ◜◝ )
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