Wanna Bet? (M)
Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!reader
PART II | PART III
Word Count: 2,782
Summary: Working as a private tutor at the most prestigious university in the region, you had to put up with a lot of bratty kids. Though none were as bad as Park Jimin. Just as your luck would have it, you’ve been assigned to be his full-time tutor for the year….great. After many failed attempts to get his grades up, Jimin comes up with a bet to raise his marks. What’s the worst that can happen, right?
A/N - This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!
You were grateful for this job, you really were. Some days, it was just really hard to be grateful. You worked at the wealthiest, all boys university this side of the country. You’re a private tutor, working with a maximum of five students a year. Things have been going well for you, you’re known as the best tutor at the school, so parents are flocking to you to help their precious spoiled brats. Hey, at least the money is decent.
Your whole week, scratch that, year has gone downhill the moment you get a call from the Dean.
“Y/n? Yes, hello. We’re going to need you to take on a student full time at the start of the new school year. I know this is a lot, so the pay will be increased, and you won’t have to take any other students. You will be tutoring five days a week for this student. Can you do it?”
“Um, yes, I don’t see why not…” growing a little curious as to why the dean himself is contacting you, you ask, “who is the student, Sir?”
“Park Jimin.” Shit.
Everybody and their mother knew Park Jimin. He was part of the richest, most well connected family in the school. But that wasn’t why everyone knew him. Park Jimin was known to have a different girl in his bed each night, and kick them out the next morning (if he hadn’t already done so the previous night). You tried not to pass judgement, to each their own, right? But you couldn’t help but have negative feelings towards him after watching the way he treated women. Doesn’t he have a mother? You knew you would have to push these feelings aside to tutor this kid.
At the start of the new school year you have everything you need ready. You contacted the school to find out what courses Jimin is taking, and got extra study material to help him. When you saw his grades, you weren’t sure how you were going to make this work, but you were being paid very well for this. You had agreed to meet Jimin at his “dorm”, or rather, large penthouse condo near the University after school everyday.
The walk to Jimin’s condo was a quick one, since you also lived nearby. You entered the code to the building, walked into the elevator and pressed the very top floor button. When the doors opened, you were greeted with a small entranceway, and another set of doors with an electronic lock. You entered the code again and stepped inside. Looking around the condo, your jaw dropped. The entire space was open, and had floor to ceiling windows. You couldn’t believe that Jimin had this place to himself, as a ‘dorm’ nonetheless.
There was no sign of Jimin, so you assumed he was still at school or on his way. You walked to the kitchen table and started unpacking your supplies, wanting to be ready as soon as he arrived. Just as you finished setting up, you heard footsteps coming from down the hall. You look up to see a just showered Jimin in nothing but sweats, semi-wet hair sticking to his forehead. He doesn’t seem to notice that you’re here, and goes to grab a glass of water. You can’t help but let your gaze wander over his exposed flesh, tanned skin taut over his defined muscles.
Little did you know, Jimin knows you were here and he knows you’re staring. He heard you walk in just as he finished his shower, and decided against wearing a shirt. You had been the object of his affection for some time now, and he wasn’t sure how to get your attention. So, he pulled a few strings, and got you to be his, and only his, tutor for the year.
You cleared your throat to let him know that he wasn’t alone. Jimin turned around and greeted you with his signature smirk.
“Oh, hey y/n, didn’t know you’d be here already.”
“Jimin, it’s 4:30. We agreed to meet at this time, remember?”
“Oh yea. Sorry, totally forgot. Alright let’s get started then.” He said, coming around the table to sit next to you.
“Aren’t you going to put a shirt on?” you asked, not wanting to sound like it was distracting you, you put on a face. True, Jimin was one of the best looking guys on Campus, but you’d never let him know that. He has a huge ego that did not need to be boosted. He was, for a lack of a better term, a fuckboy. You have no interest in those, no matter how hot, lean, muscular- nevermind.
“What? Is it distracting you babe?” he taunted, and threw a wink your way. You rolled your eyes at him, just how you predicted he’d answer. He gets up anyway and goes to put in a shirt.
“No, and I’m not your babe,” you retort, about to give him a piece of your mind, but hold your tongue for the time being, “let’s just get started.” The faster we start, the faster I can leave.
The two hour session covers all of Jimin’s classes, going over everything he ‘learned’ in class that day. After the two hours, you learned that you had made no progress.
“Jimin, I know it’s boring but you have tests coming up, you have to try.”
“I am trying,” he says as he scrolls through his phone.
“Clearly. Alright well my time’s up, I’ll see you tomorrow Jimin and please study.” You can dream, right?
The next two weeks go by, Jimin’s grades don’t drop, but they’re not rising either. You’re frustrated that you can’t get through to him. This is the first time you haven’t seen results and you’ll be damned if this, this fuckboy is going to ruin your reputation as the best tutor in the school.
You start the new week determined to improve Jimin’s grades. If only he had that same determination.
“Okay Jimin, we’ve been over this many times. You know this!”
“I think I just need some motivation.”
“You have a test in three days.”
“A different kind of motivation.”
“You know Jimin, if you don’t pass this test you won’t be able to bring up your mark enough for the exam. Right now, it’s not looking pretty.”
“So you think I’m gonna fail? Some tutor you are. Have a little faith, y/n.”
“I’ve had faith Jimin, but you’re not trying. That leads me to think you’re not going to pass this test,” you put your head in your hands, and sigh deeply.
“Wanna bet?”
“What? Do I wanna bet what?” you look at him, not understanding what he means.
“I bet I’ll pass the test, not just pass I’ll get a B.”
What could go wrong? If he wins, he passes and you win too. If he loses, you’re in the same position you’re in now. Only, there has to be a catch.
“What do you want, Park Jimin?”
“To fuck you senseless, but I mean you won’t go for that. Not yet at least.” your eyes widened in shock. Did he really just say that?
“But since that’s off the table at the moment, let’s go with…” he taps his chin with his pointer finger, looking up in thought, “if I win, you’re mine for two weeks.”
“I’m yours? What does that mean? I’m not ‘yours’, nor will I ever be,” you prayed to every god you knew to stop you from clocking this boy right there.
“You’re my slave for two weeks if i win. If I lose, and let’s face it the odds are pretty high, then I’m your slave.” he looked at you like he just told you the greatest idea. Yup, he was asking for it.
“I don’t want yo-” you cut your sentence off and thought about it. Having Jimin as a slave isn’t actually a bad idea. He could grab your coffees in the morning, and go grocery shopping for you when you were too tired. Fan you with a palm leaf and feed you grapes…. What’s the worst that could happen, right?
“Alright Park, I’ll accept.” Two weeks with Jimin as your slave. Maybe this year won’t be so bad after all. You look at him and see the surprise flash across his features. Did you really accept? He can’t believe it, someone must be looking down on him, and he couldn’t respond quick enough.
“Deal.”
The next couple of days go by and nothing changes. Jimin still isn’t grasping the material and your chances of becoming his personal lackey are slim to none. On the day of his test, you can’t help but feel a little content at the thought of having Jimin as your slave for two weeks, then you remember that it means he would have failed his test, and you feel a little guilty.
You walk over to Jimin’s place, and set up, waiting for him to get back from his class. When you hear the front door open and slam, oh no, he doesn’t sound happy you thought, that can only mean he failed. Jimin walked in and kicked his shoes off, walking right past the table to go to his room. When he came out he looked at you, and handed you a piece of paper.
“Here, read this.” he says with a smirk, you’re confused but take the paper from him. Scanning over it, you see it’s his test. You look at the top right corner and -
“YOU GOT A B+?! NOT EVEN A B. YOU’RE .5% AWAY FROM AN A. WHAT THE FUCK PARK JIMIN?!” you look at him in shock, your jaw clenched and anger bubbling up inside of you. You should be happy he passed, but all you can think of is the bet you made.
“Aren’t you happy, teach?” his smirk only grew as he saw your flustered expression, “well, since I won, i guess you’re my slave for two weeks.” he said, his smile growing with every word, “a bet is a bet.” What did you agree to.
Jimin went to his room and came back with a black box, tied up with white ribbon. He handed it to you and said.
“My first demand. Go ahead, open it.” a gift? This is his first ‘demand’? You took the box and opened it. What was inside made you blush. There sat a frilly black and white maid outfit. White apron and all. He does not expect you to wear this.
“There’s no way in hell, Jimin.” you state, making it clear that you’re not going to do this.
“Are you backing out now that you lost? You agreed to the bet, remember?” he’s pushing your buttons. You’re not one to go back on your word, and Jimin knows this, using it to his advantage. When he sees the look of defeat on your face, he continues. “You’re my maid for two weeks. Wear this when you’re here and clean up for me. Starting today.” You sigh deeply, grabbing the box and heading to the bathroom. This is going to be a long two weeks.
As you put on the outfit, you notice the frilly skirt barely covers your ass, and the thong that came with the outfit doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. The barely there, matching white lace thong can be seen even when you stand, and the matching (see through, of course) bra can also be seen just above the neckline of the outfit. Next, you pull out the white thigh high stockings, complete with a black satin bows. You pull them on and slip into the heels provided in the box (he really thought of everything). The finishing touches were the little maid’s cap and a feather duster. You look over your reflection one more time, cursing your past self for agreeing to this without a second thought. Leave it to Jimin to find the most revealing, uncomfortable outfit in existence.
Walking out of the bathroom, you take a deep breath, and then you see him. As soon as you round the corner into the kitchen his eyes are on you. You look up to see his dangerous expression, you feel the effects in the pit of your stomach, but you just chalk that up to nervousness.
“Wow, I have great taste.” you hear him say. He circles around you, and you can hear his breath hitch when he’s behind you.
“Stop staring at my ass.” you snap, “just because I’m doing this doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep with you, asshole.”
“A man can dream. Okay, well start in the living room I guess, I’ll save the bedroom for another time.” and throws you a wink before going back to the kitchen, “if you need me, I’ll be studying.”
You walk to the living room and look around, there’s not much that needs to be put away, but the place could use a good dusting. You start by the TV, dusting everything up high first. When you start to dust lower, you hear choking coming from behind you. Standing up, you turn around to see Jimin bent over and coughing. You realize that he had a perfect view of your ass from the table.
If you’re going to be in this situation, you might as well have fun with it and what’s more fun than fucking with Jimin? If he’s torturing you with this bet, you’re gonna torture him too.
You ignore the sounds of him coughing and bend back over to clean the cabinets holding his movie collection. You purposely arch your back to give him an even better view.
The groan that comes out of Jimin has you growing wet, though you pretend like it isn’t affecting you. You’d never let him know that he was turning you on from his voice alone. Jimin watched as you bent over to dust. He could feel himself grow hard in his sweats as he watched you. The way the white stockings contrasted against your skin, the way your back arched as you bent over, the way he could clearly see your folds through the material of your panties. He gripped the edge of the table, trying to restrain himself from pushing your face into the couch and fucking you senseless.
You continued to ‘dust’, not paying Jimin any attention, knowing you were getting to him. After another 10 minutes, you decided you were done. For now.
“Alright, I think that’s good. Let’s get back to studying.” you walked over to the table and sat next to him, “what’s next, history?” You grabbed the book and flipped it open to the section he was working on. The rest of the study session went by with you teasing Jimin further. Grazing your hand ‘accidentally’ against his thigh (which were apparently made of steel), leaning over the textbook to give him a glimpse of your cleavage. He was basically drooling by the time your session was almost over, and you had to stifle a laugh at his expression. You decided to kick things up a notch as you were about to leave. You stood up and reached for the papers that were across the table, making you bend over the table and your skirt to fully expose your ass. Right next to Jimin’s face.
He looks at you, and can see that you’re wet. The fact that this is affecting you excites him, and he can feel his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening folds. He fantasizes about what you taste like, what you would sound like as he runs his tongue all over you, how you look with his cock shoved down your-
“Jimin! I’m talking to you!”
“Huh? Sorry, what did you say?” he looked at you with a dazed expression and you giggled, knowing exactly what had him out of it.
“I said, session’s over, I’m gonna go change. I’ll see you tomorrow Park.”
There is no way he’s going to let you just leave tomorrow, and to be honest, you didn’t want him to.
- Admin Rogue
