We all know your strengths and whatnot, but what your weaknesses? Your anxieties & concerns? Your fears?
What do you absolutely fear most?
All: .....
Queen Absentia: I fear not being able to make a big enough impact on the world, and becoming the same Tyrant I swore to be the opposite of.
Admin Rogue: I fear not being able to protect my loved ones like my teammates and family members
Victim Asaria: I fear never being able to find true love, or never being good enough for a non-toxic relationship.
Agent Virus: I fear imprisonment. Never been able to be free of life, and be able to go on adventures around the world. Being eternally chained down, would kill me.
Absinity/Sanity: Since they’re all technically me, I just told you my fears. Though if you must have my own fear, in a sort of sense, I have Athazagoraphobia. A fear of being forgotten. To never have my name remembered, where I did so little in life to be forgotten... A world that functions perfectly without you, without even your name or memory...
The thought terrifies me.
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.
You are challenged by Team Plasma Admin, Phantom Rogue!
“I hate confrontations like this. It’s not like I want to do this. But when it comes to screwing with MY team? MY MEMBERS?!? Heheh...HAHAHA! Ohh kid... I’ll be kicking your ass from here all the way to the next region.” - Admin Phantom Rogue
(I literally just remembered I actually had a face mask similar to what I first imagined for Rogue. So I decided to quickly cosplay as her. I’m surprisingly proud of this one)
(Don’t ask where I got the staff. I had it from an old Bill Cipher cosplay XD)
A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog
“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you, baby girl. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jimin looked at you with a smirk. He pushed you off of his thigh and moved down the bed so that his head was now on the pillow. He motioned for you to move closer to him, eyeing you as you crawled closer. When you got within his arm’s reach, Jimin grabbed your waist and brought you on top of him, facing his legs. He pulled you by your thighs, so that you were now hovering above his face, the realization of what he was about to do sinking in, “I’ve been dying to find out how you taste baby, don’t make me wait any longer.”
Arousal flooded your senses once again, no longer feeling tired as you reached for the belt of his jeans. You unbuckled it, and began to undo his jeans. Jimin started to lose his patience, and reached down to push the offensive material down his thick thighs, along with his boxers. Once he had removed them, Jimin put his hands around your thighs, grabbing them and forcing them apart as he pulled you down to sit on his pillowy soft lips, biting your inner thighs on the way down. The moment you are fully seated, Jimin lets out a low drawn out moan. He latches onto your thighs harder, and pulls you into him, wanting to taste all of you. Jimin’s tongue lapped at your folds before pushing past them to get to your soaked entrance. As he pushed his tongue inside, you felt his hand on your lower back again, repeating the same action as when you first stepped into the room. Bending you at the waist so that you were now eye level with his crotch, your mouth watered at the sight of his thick red cock leaking precum. You licked his slit, gathering all the precum that was dripping out and moaning at his distinct taste.
“Fuck baby you taste so good,” he moaned out as he pulled away from your core for a moment before burying his face back in between your thighs. You let out a loud whine as he grazed his teeth along your folds and sucked them into his mouth, his tongue following and licking wide strips up and down your slit before pushing back inside you. You tried to concentrate on pleasuring him, but his tongue felt so good fucking into you that you got distracted by the feeling, “put that pretty mouth to work baby, before I punish you.”
You snapped out of your daze and turned your attention to his neglected cock and grabbed his base. You put your mouth around his tip, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as hard as you could. The sound Jimin let out as you sucked on him was enough to have you dripping even more. He thrusted into your mouth at the overwhelming sensation, and you felt his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag.
The sound of you gagging on his thick cock had more of an effect on Jimin than you both thought. He let out a growl and continued to thrust into your throat, giving you little time to prepare for the onslaught. As Jimin neared his high, he took two fingers and plunged them into your soaked pussy. You moaned around his cock, spurring him on.
“Fuck baby, you love my cock don’t you? Love how I’m fucking your throat raw, and how I’m filling your pretty pussy at the same time? You’re such a slut for my cock, you take me so well.” Your moans grew in volume at his words, and you felt yourself get closer to your high. You took Jimin into your mouth until he bottomed out. You felt him twitch in your mouth and let out an almost scream as you began to swallow around him, causing you to smirk. Maybe you could get a little payback, even in the position you’re in. You tightened you grip at the base of Jimin’s cock as you continued to swallow around him. You could feel his tongue and fingers stutter in their movements as you continued your actions.
You felt Jimin reach his peak, and you removed your mouth from him, and squeezed his cock until you were sure his orgasm had passed. He let out a loud groan and pushed you off of him as he sat up.
“Are you trying to test me baby?” He rasped out through gritted teeth. Jimin moved you so that you were on all fours, with your face once again pressed into the sheets. You heard him open and close a drawer, and the next thing you felt was the tip of his dick tracing your entrance, “you want my cock baby? You want me to fuck you til you can’t walk? Beg for it.”
Normally you would have rolled your eyes at his antics, but you were so desperate that all you knew was that you’d do anything to get him to fuck you. Your mind was clouded with lust, and you found yourself willing to say anything to get him to fuck you.
“Daddy, please fuck me please.” You were slightly shocked that the word had come out of your lips, and to Jimin of all people. But the moment the new name slipped past your lips, you felt him enter you in one swift movement, filling you up in the most satisfying way. You were so wet that the stretch you felt was pleasurable, and you let out a loud moan that almost drowned out Jimin’s groan of satisfaction, “fuck Jimin!”
Jimin pulled out of you with a sharp slap to your right cheek. As hard as it was for him to do so, he wouldn’t allow you to call him anything else now that you had called him Daddy.
“What did you call me baby? That’s not right, try again.” He demanded, grabbing your hair and pulling you up so that your head was now next to his. He licked the fingers of his free hand and reached down between your bodies. He began to circle your puckered hole with his fingers, the foreign feeling causing you to gasp. He never went past what he was doing, and soon you wanted more.
“I’m sorry Daddy, please, I need more.” You pleaded with him as you pushed your hips back, trying to get more from him and heard him chuckle.
“Okay baby, only because you asked so nicely.” You heard the pop of a cap before he slammed into you again. You cried out in pleasure as he pounded into you relentlessly. Jimin eased up on your hair, allowing you to go back on all fours. He slowed down his thrusts, and you felt a cool, wet sensation over your ass before his fingers were spreading the substance over your hole. You tried to turn your head to see what he was doing, but he pushed your head into the mattress, making you unable to move.
You soon felt cool metal rub across your ass, in time with Jimin’s languid strokes. You moved into his movements as much as you could before you felt another strong smack to your other cheek.
“Stop moving, if you don’t I’ll stop.” You immediately stopped trying to fuck yourself on Jimin’s cock, and let him do what he wanted. You felt the cold metal start to slowly push past your hole, “relax baby.”
Jimin removed his other hand from your hair, and began to rub your back soothingly as he continued to push the plug into your ass. You found yourself relaxing under his touch, and soon the plug was in all the way. The fullness you felt from the plug, and from Jimin still fucking you, was almost too much. Your moans went up an octave as Jimin picked up speed, as he began the push the plug into you in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck baby, you look so pretty right now. With my big cock so deep in your pretty pussy and your cute little ass plugged.” He moaned at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, coupled with your beautiful moans of ‘Daddy’ and he almost lost it. He never thought he would like being called Daddy, but hearing it fall from your pretty, full, lips made something in him snap.
Jimin could feel you tightening around him as his thrusts became rougher. He was so close and was adamant on making you cum first. He reached beside him and hit the button on the small plastic device. Intense pleasure shot through your body like electricity. The vibrations from the plug giving you that extra push you needed, and you tumbled head first into a mind numbing orgasm. You screamed out and your arms gave out, unable to hold your weight anymore. Jimin felt your core grip him and he could only get a few more rough strokes before he followed you over the edge. Once the two of you came down, you groaned at his weight on top of you, and he rolled off of you and got up to remove the plug and clean the two of you off.
Once Jimin had cleaned you off, he got back into bed behind you, and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He kissed your temple and despite your better judgement, your heart raced as you smiled at the sweet gesture. You thought back as to how you got into this situation in the first place, and curiosity took over. You turned around in Jimin’s grasp and looked up at his sleepy face.
“How did you manage to get a B on that test, anyway?” You asked.
“I’m actually a model student. Teachers love me, I get straight A’s.. the whole nine yards.” He looked down at you and winked.
“I don’t believe it,” you said as you rolled your eyes at him, “you’re lying.”
With the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen, he said.
Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…
A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!
As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.
You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.
You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.
“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”
“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.
As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…
“Shit.”
The next day, you thought of every excuse to get out of tutoring Jimin. You knew he heard you get off to the thought of him, which would only fuel his ego. You had even spoken with the dean to try to get out of tutoring, but he had insisted that you were the one to tutor him. Guess you were just going to have to pretend nothing happened. Yep, that’s the best solution.
You stepped through the door of Jimin’s place, and started to get your materials ready as usual, noticing that you had forgotten your notebook here yesterday. You grabbed it and glared, blaming this object for your embarassment, when a voice startled you.
“Y/n, what do you think you’re doing? Aren’t you forgetting something?” you turned around to see him holding that damn maid outfit, washed and dried for you.
“Jimin, do we really have to do this? I wore it yesterday, let’s just drop it.” Even though your chances were slim, you hoped he had mercy on you.
“No way, a bet is a bet,” figures, “and besides, I like having you walk around in this.” He smirked at you, eyes running up and down your body before landing on your lips. You grabbed the outfit from his outstretched hand and stormed to the bathroom. When you came back out, dressed once again in this godforsaken outfit, you could feel his eyes on you. You felt even more self conscious knowing what he had heard last night, and wondering if, or rather when he was going to bring it up.
“Did you get your notebook y/n? You left it here yesterday, I tried calling you but I think you were busy,” he said casually. That didn’t take long, you thought, your body freezing at the mention of what happened last night.
“Oh yea, thanks. So, where do you want me to clean today and we still need to go over your assignments,” you said, trying to change the subject. Luckily, Jimin dropped it and goes along with you.
“My bedroom needs some cleaning.”
“Alright, stay here and study; I’ll be right back.” You walked down the hall looking for his room. Jimin watched you as you walked away, thinking about how to get you under him. When you finally found Jimin’s room, you noticed that it wasn’t too messy, mainly a lot of clothes on the ground. You started to pick the clothes up, and soon kicked off the stupid heels he had you wear. You were almost done, when you noticed a few more items under his bed. Getting down on your hands and knees, you started to retrieve the items, only to hear a low whistle behind you.
“It’s taking everything I have in me not to fuck you senseless right now, baby girl.” You whipped your head around, taking in Jimin’s dark eyes as he leaned against the doorframe. You got back to your feet quickly, turning to face him.
“Jimin you’re supposed to be studying,” you said, noticing how shaky your voice is. You looked at him, really looked at him. He was in a white tee, biceps straining the sleeves. His jeans were ripped, giving you a peek at the muscular thighs underneath. You thought about how it would feel to ride them, to feel those muscles push into your core, to see Jimin under you. You looked back at his face, smirk evident on his features.
“Like what you see? I could show you more, if you want,” he teased. Trying to regain your composure, you flattened the front of your outfit and turned back around.
“No, Jimin. I’m just going to finish up here and we’ll start your lesson. I’m almost done anyway.”
Suddenly, you felt his presence behind you as he leaned down, his mouth next to your ear.
“Are you sure? Tell me baby girl, what had you so busy last night?” You froze. Unable to say or do anything, Jimin took this opportunity to turn the tables and started teasing you, bringing his mouth to your neck and grazing the skin, “Tell me, What were you doing?”
“N-Nothing, I wasn’t doing anything.” You felt his warm breath fan across your neck, and you tilted your head to give him access without thinking. Jimin tested the waters with you, not wanting to do anything drastic and scare you off. He slowly reached for your waist, when you didn’t pull away he grabbed onto you tighter. You thought about ending it there, about just leaving his apartment and not coming back, but the lust you felt was too much. It would consume you until you released it with Jimin. So, you stayed.
Jimin placed his hand on your thigh, moving his hand slowly up until he was playing with the hem of your skirt.
“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me, baby girl. I didn’t think this outfit would affect me so much,” he moved his hand to your inner thigh, “but I guess I’m not the only one. Are you going to tell me what you were thinking about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Jimin,” you lied. You could hear how obvious your lie was, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.
“Is that so?” he slowly brought his lips to your neck, dotting open mouthed kisses across your skin. You hated how much he was affecting you how much you loved the feel of his lips on you, how much you wanted those lips everywhere. He started walking forward towards his bed, forcing you to do the same. You felt his hand on your back, bending you at the waist so your face is pushed into the sheets. With your ass now on full display for him, Jimin runs his hands over the supple flesh. He stares at your now wet folds, wanting nothing more than to taste how sweet you are. “Tell me what you were thinking about, baby girl. I heard you last night.”
By this point your pride has taken a backseat to your pleasure. You let out a small moan when you felt his hands grab your ass. Hearing you moan made Jimin want to make you do it over and over again, but he had other plans before he gave in to you. You felt him start to kiss your thighs, starting just above your knees and moving up. When he got to your centre, he moved around and started to kiss and bite your ass. You pushed your hips back to try to get more, but he continued to tease you.
“Did you think about the way my fingers would feel sliding into you? Or was it my cock, hm? Were you thinking about how I’d fuck your throat? How I’d bend you in half while fucking you so hard the only word you’ll know is my name? Which is it baby girl?” He continued to bite and kiss your thighs and ass, leaving a trail of purple in his wake. The dirty talking only made you wetter, and Jimin groaned when he saw the effect of his words. He couldn’t wait anymore, growing too impatient to tease once he saw how turned on you were. “Or was it my tongue?”
You felt his tongue run from your clit to your entrance without warning. You moaned at the feeling of finally having him touch you where you needed it most. He continued to lick you over your now ruined panties, his sinful tongue now pushing past the fabric to lick at your folds. Jimin then hooked his fingers around the band of your thong, and began to slowly pull them down your legs. Once you stepped out of them he dived back in and began to lick you up like you were his last meal. He moaned at the taste of you, the vibrations bringing you closer to your peak. He then stood back up, walking around you to the bed and sitting down on it.
“I noticed you liked my thighs, why don’t you see how they feel baby girl.” He moved to sit against the headboard, and patted his lap, “Come here, sit on my lap.”
You walked over to him, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. He moved your leg so that you were only straddling one of his thighs. He grabbed your hips, and started to rock you back and forth on his leg, flexing his muscles every so often.
“Fuck Jimin,” you moaned, pushing yourself down harder onto his strong thigh. Jimin reached for the dress you were wearing, and began to pull it off of you. You lifted your arms up, allowing him to remove it. The noise that Jimin let out once he saw you in nothing but a pastel pink lacy bra was between a moan and a growl, and it had you soaking through his jeans.
“You’re so wet baby girl, keep going. I want to see you lose yourself from just my thigh.”
You continued to ride his leg, moving your hips faster. Jimin then pushed his leg up into you, giving you that friction you craved. You fell forward, your head now buried in his neck as you panted. Jimin reached behind you and unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side. You leaned back to look at him, and started tugging on his shirt, silently asking him to remove it. He removed his shirt and you raked your fingers down his toned chest, leaving marks down his torso. Your hips moved faster as you felt the build up of your orgasm. Jimin sensed this and moved his hand to start playing with your clit.
“Cum for me baby girl, I want to see you cum all over my thigh.” He began to circle your clit faster, pinching it every so often. You were right at the edge, teetering on the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Jimin leaned forward, and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as he started to roll your clit between his fingers.
That’s all it took for you to fall headfirst onto his chest, your orgasm ripping through you and spreading white heat throughout you. As you slowly calmed down from your high, Jimin flicked your clit hard, snapping you back into reality as the sensitivity flooded you. Jimin nipped your ear and growled.
“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you, baby girl. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
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HI ANONNIE!!!! thanks so much for reading! I’m glad you liked it! I actually had a hard time writing Cookies because I kept imagining sub Wonho in collars and leashes and- let me stop there. Anyway thanks for the love and I hope you enjoy our blog! 💖💖
