the moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the quiet forest. the air was cool and crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth. you had come here to escape the chaos of the city, seeking solace in the tranquility of nature. little did you know, you weren’t alone.
as you wandered deeper into the woods, you heard a rustling nearby. curiosity piqued, you turned to find him—tall and lean, with relaxed blonde hair that glinted in the moonlight. He stepped closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
“ironic meeting you here,” jimin said, a playful grin spreading across his face. you rolled your eyes, not surprised he had followed you here after a big argument. you had always felt drawn to him, even when you were mad at him. now, with the forest as your backdrop, that attraction ignited into something more.
without thinking, you closed the distance, your lips crashing against his. the kiss was passionate, a fierce clash of wanting and need. his hands found your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours.
the soft sounds of the forest faded away as you lost yourself in each other. you stumbled back against a tree, the rough bark pressing against your back as he crowded you. the world around you disappeared, leaving just the two of you and the heat building between your bodies.
“here?” you whispered breathlessly, glancing around to ensure you were truly alone. the thrill of being out in the open only heightened your desire. jimin smirked, his eyes dark with lust. “why not?”
with that, he took your hand, guiding you to a small clearing where the moonlight illuminated the ground. the soft grass beneath you felt inviting as he pressed you down, his body hovering over yours, blocking out the world. he kissed you again, slower this time, savoring every moment.
his hands explored your body, tracing the curves of your waist, the softness of your skin. you gasped as he found the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to expose your midriff. his warm touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you.
''god, you're so beautiful,'' he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and teasing.
you responded by arching your back, craving more of his touch. he obliged, his lips trailing from your neck down to your collarbone, leaving a path of heat in their wake. you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.
the forest was alive with the sounds of night, but all you could hear was the heartbeat of desire thrumming between you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he pressed against you, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you.
“please,” you breathed, the need in your voice evident.
he looked into your eyes, his expression a mix of mischief and passion. in one swift motion, he positioned himself, and you gasped at the sensation of him filling you completely. the world around you faded even more, leaving just the two of you lost in each other. everu thrust was met with a soft moan, the sound echoing in the quiet night, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant call of an owl.
the connection between you deepened with each movement, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the pleasure, the forest becoming your sanctuary, a hidden world where nothing else mattered.
as you reached your peak, the world exploded in a flurry of sensations, and you clung to him, your cries mingling with the night. he followed soon after, the two of you shattering into ecstasy beneath the moonlight.
breathless and spent, you lay together in the clearing, wrapped in each other's arms, the forest enveloping you in its serene embrace. the night was magical, and you knew this secret would forever be etched in your memory.
''i'm still mad at you.'' you say, staring up at the bright stars that sprinkled above in the sky, hiding a small grin. ''yeah right.'' jimin says, snuggling his face into your neck as you both lay on the grass.
If uncomfortable please don’t read, those who enjoy smut. Please enjoy :3
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Open relationship.
You and jungkook were in a open relationship, he is the one who insisted, you didn’t agree to it at first but you thought it wouldn’t exactly be a bad idea. You’ve been sleeping with jungkook, and jimin, his older best-friend. He recently found out, and he didn’t like that you were having sex with his best-friend. He stopped sleeping with girls since he found out, you were on his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to sleep with anyone else, you arrived to your apartment you shared with jungkook
You twisted the door open seeing a jealous, and pissed off jungkook. You decided to not do anything, you knew it would get worse. Before you could take another step, he walked closer to you pulling out his phone. It was a photo of jimin tying you up, while he was inside of you. Your eyes widened, sharing stares between his phone and him. “Why are you fucking him? Out of all people.” He says pissed off, i cleared my throat trying to talk but nothing came out. “Does he fuck better than me?” You obviously couldn’t answer that.. the sex you always had with jungkook was slow and passionate and with jimin, it was extremely painful, he would always be aggressive, and rough. You loved it rough, you never told jungkook that.
Once he saw you weren’t responding he walked closer to you, leaving no space for you to walk away. “Answer me now, Y/N.” He said, his anger dialing down. You really couldn’t say yes or no, you enjoyed both of them. Without thinking, you just shrugged your shoulders. “You don’t know?” He says clearly pissed, “Yes. I don’t know jungkook.” His jaw tightening, “your answer should be clear about what you know, it’s either a yes or no!” His anger was so clear, he was pissed.
“I can’t answer that jungkook.” He took a step closer; “and why is that?” You took a few deep breaths before answering. “I-i jungkook it’s difficult to say.” A chuckle left his lips, “just say it.” Your teeth tugging over your bottom lip softly. “You two are different, you are slow and passionate, but i love it.” You began, “but?” You were taken back by his words, but he was right.. there was a but.. “but jimin just sleeps with me like he is putting all his anger inside of me.” You speak quietly, “is that what your about?” He says softly, you let out a soft huh, slightly confused of his words.. what did he mean? “You liked to be fucked rough don’t you?” Without thinking you nodded. “Is that what he’s been doing to my pretty baby? Ruining you? Hm?” You melted when he mentioned you as his pretty baby,
He took one step closer, his body stuck onto yours leaving no space for you to move. His fingers touching your chin pushing it up to look at him, your eyes looked up, his eyes travelling to your lips before he planted a soft kiss, you moan softly before kissing him back. He removed his fingers from your chin, to your hair tugging onto it while the kiss got more heated and aggressive, his anger was building up in the kiss. His lips part opened, inviting your tongue. You were a sucker.. jimin may have been a good fuck, but no one can make you melt in kisses as much as jungkook did. His hands trailing down your body, stopping at your hips picking you up while his lips moved against yours
He didn’t need to open his eyes to see where he was heading, he knew exactly. Your back landing on the soft material that was on the couch, his lips making a sound with yours once he pulled away. He unbuttoned your jeans before grabbing the sides of your jeans pulling them off, they fell down so easily. He saw you were wearing no panties, he muttered ‘fuck.’ His eyes not leaving your exposed pussy, spreading your legs wide, he noticed you just recently shaved. Biting his lips, his head going in between your thighs blowing soft air on your folds, your reaction was everything to him. He saw you struggling to keep your legs from shaking, his smirk growing wide on his lips.
His lips wrapping around your clit, he inhaled to fully start sucking on your clit. You moaned at his touch, the way he was sucking on your clit, you couldn’t even explain how good it felt. “F-fuck..” you whimpered arching your back, your eyes fully closing once he teasingly rubbed your clit with his thumb while his tongue was inside of you. Replacing his tongue with his two digits, his index and middle finger pushing deep inside of you. You felt his fingers stretching you out, “yeah you like that? Being filled up with my two fingers hm?” He says thrusting his fingers in and out of you, causing you to shiver at his touch. Once he felt you near, that was when he pulled his fingers out of you. Once he took his fingers out it created a wet sound, you were soaked.
“What the-” you say clearly annoyed, his smile appears seeing you annoyed with him. “Baby, i want you to come around my cock, not in my mouth.” Your annoyance then dialed down, his clothes were now off. He gave his cock a few strokes moaninf at his touch, you watched how it got bigger, and bigger. You forgot the way he felt around you, he positioned himself infront of you, his fingers melting into your pussy giving it a rough slap, you jumped a little, a bit surprised. He was never rough with you, nor did he dirty talk you, you definitely knew why he was doing this.
“You belong to me, me only.” He said before guiding his tip near your entrance. You moaned at his touch, his tip rubbing against your cunt, “j-jung- please..” you begged, he smirked before entering you raw, you let out a soft gasp. He never entered you without a condom, he let out a grunt creating little thrusts to get you used to his size, you felt his every vein.
Tears forming in your eyes, it hurted so good. The only noises that left jungkook’s lips were grunts and tiny whines, “fuck.” This time his one thrust was deep, and you could feel him in your stomach. His thrusts filling the room, you moaned, his thrust creating a fast pace while he fucked you roughly. “That’s it. Fuck, yeah..” His hands placing onto your hips moving in and out of ya, you dug your nails into the meat of his shoulders, once he felt the pain you created on his shoulder he couldn’t help but thrust into you filled with his anger once he thought of you and jimin.
“Is this how he fucks you, huh?” He says while thrusting into you with hate, “f-fuck,” you moaned out feeling his meat deep inside of you massaging your tight pussy. “Mm~” you let out a few quiet moans getting used to his thrusts, “Fuck, baby.” He panted while thrusting his hips against yours, he felt you clenching around him, there was no space for him to move in, and out because you trapped him. “Baby, let go, let..” You released your folds, allowing him to continue to thrust into you,
“Fuck, are you near?” He says not stopping his fast pace, you nodded unable to get a answer, it felt to good. “Use your words love.” He started to slow down, to tease you. “Jungkook- no please don’t stop.” His lips turning into a noticeable smirk, “Fuck, Y/N.” His fingers digging deep through your waist, as he felt a weird feeling almost about to explode. His veins pumping against your clit, you were so near.
“Jungkook..” you moaned, clenching around him tightly before coming undone, he muttered under his breath. You listened to his dirty words,“Fuck that’s right, you take me so well.” He said, his hips thrusting a few more times, his lips connecting with your flushed cheeks while you felt warm gooey inside of you. “Sorry baby, i couldn’t pull out in time.” He panted laying next to you.
( how was this lmao, Definitely a lot different from my other one😭😭 )
Author’s Note: To the Anon that requested this, I am SO SORRY it took me this long, but I hope you like it!!
Summary: A misunderstanding between you and your boyfriend of 10 months threatens to destroy what has been so carefully constructed. Is a patch possible or will the castle crumble?
Pairing: idol!Jimin x animalshelterworker!reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: light smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, angst, idol au
Word Count: 1,877
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI light biting, passionate grabbing, mentions of sex,
It's just a typical day at the animal rescue shelter that you work at when your life changes forever. You are determined that your eyes are playing tricks on you, but you know that smile anywhere!
Your bias from BTS, Jimin, is at the front desk asking where to sign in so he can look at the dogs. Once you shake off your freak-out fog, you practically push your coworker out of the way. She's Namjoon biased anyway; she can deal, right?
Once he fills out the sign-in form, you volunteer to show him around the facility while he tells you his pet preferences. The whole time, you feel like you are vibrating with excitement, but you keep your cool the entire time despite your ARMY heart threatening to give out any moment.
As you head up to the front, he tells you that there's such a good selection that he needs to think it over before he says, "Thanks for all of your help, y/n. Will you be here tomorrow? I don't really feel like re-explaining everything to someone else you know?".
This time, you aren’t able to prevent the flush that appears on your cheeks. Because even though it's work-related, Jimin CHOSE YOU; it's a step towards your dream so yay! You fervently nod your head, ignoring your coworker side-eyeing you.
You know you’re supposed to be off tomorrow, but you will be there no matter what; you have been in love with this man for years, so you will show up unpaid in uniform if it means you can be his little helper.
As soon as he leaves, your coworker agrees to let you pose as though you are on shift, and if he needs access you can't do since you aren't on the clock, she will help you out. You rush home after your shift to ensure everything is ready and clean at a good time so you can be well rested.
For the first time in your life, you wake up a half hour before your alarm from anticipation! You get ready and go in after getting some coffee and a breakfast sandwich at the café nearby.
After waiting for what felt like forever (maybe 2 hours), Jimin shows up with two coffees, which your nerves didn't need but you will accept of course. He insists on walking the whole facility again despite barely looking around, focusing on your words more intently than yesterday.
He says he wants your help figuring out which dog to go with but respects that the shelter closes soon. Naturally, he asks you, "Hey, I'm indecisive, but I know y'all close soon. So would you like to grab some boba with me and help me decide?".
At this, your coworker's jaw is on the floor while yours is trying to maintain normalcy. You grin and, with a shaky voice, say, "I…I'd be honored if you would prefer that over returning tomorrow. I mean, since you can't adopt once we close. Aish, what am I saying…you're a busy man, so let's go get this decided then!".
He can't help but giggle at your flustered state and logic. He knows he will need to return anyway, but if this gets him on a date with you, it's worth the extra trip.
Even though he decides on the brown and white cocker spaniel named Mandu in about 30 minutes, y’all spend hours at the boba shop talking about everything and anything.
This leads to many more meetings starting off as you helping him learn how to take care of and train Mandu, morphing into chill hangouts, and eventually, y'all making your relationship official.
Life is bliss and everything you could dream of until he starts acting strange. It begins with your dates becoming less frequent and Jimin seeming agitated more often than not when he is around you.
A week after your 10-month anniversary, you question your boyfriend, "Chim Chim, what's wrong? You can talk to me…If I did something, please tell me, yell, anything…”
He rolls his eyes, "Y/n, you didn't do anything, okay? Just had a lot on my mind lately. You wouldn't understand; you live a simple life." At this, tears well up in your eyes. "Ouch… I'm just trying to be supportive. Plus, just because I'm not an idol doesn't mean my life is a cakewalk.
You know how much I've struggled before and during being with you. Just because you're great doesn't mean our relationship hasn't also given me side effects. Do you realize how much hate and death threats I've gotten since I started going out with you???
Now, yes, your company is good at shutting them down and ensuring I'm safe, but it isn't fun to encounter. Not to mention you being around all those beautiful idols all of the time…
I know you care about me, but I look nothing like those people, and I am just worried that eventually you will see me the way I do and…don't look at me like that, I'm just saying.".
He just clenches his fists and pokes inside of his cheek with his tongue and responds with, "That's not fucking fair y/n. It's not like I caused those things or given you a reason to be insecure.
I thought I was helping you with anxiety and self-esteem, but I guess I was wrong. I knew this was too good to be true…" With that, he walks out of your apartment and starts the detachment.
It’s the longest month of your life. Feeling like a bother, you stop texting and hanging out with Jimin, partly to teach him a lesson and somewhat because he hurt your feelings. Despite his frequent attempts to meet up and talk things out, you shut him down or give one-word responses.
Feeling desperate, Jimin goes to your work to talk things out only to learn from Alice, your coworker from before, that you purposely changed your schedule so he couldn't just pop up. She also gives him the cold shoulder in solidarity, as she knows what happened.
As it happens, you pull in right as he departs down the road, and for a moment, you consider following him. You miss him but aren't sure you are ready to see him yet.
Fast forward a week, and Alice hits you up because she is tired of you being a homebody. You agree to meet up with her at a local café since you know that alcohol is not a good idea right now.
After waiting an hour and no sign of her or anyone else besides a couple of workers, you are about to leave when you look up from your phone only to see Jimin standing before you.
Gently resting his hand on yours, he pleads for you to give him 10 minutes, and if after that, you aren't convinced, he will never bother you again. He admits that he rented out the café and prepaid for your drink since he knows this is your favorite spot. In addition to the centerpieces being your favorite flower, he just wanted privacy with you in one of your safest places.
For the first 3 minutes, he is profusely apologizing, saying that there had been so many rumors about him and Nayeon recently that you bringing up other women just set him off because he thought you knew that you were the embodiment of beauty to him and never looked at anyone else.
Then he leans forward and rubs your arm for comfort as he sees tears about to fall down your cheek and continues, "Jagiya, I'm so sorry again. When I said, I had a lot on my mind that you wouldn't understand… I don’t mean that you've never had struggles. It was something that I was worried about but didn't know if you were too, but.. now it's time to find out, I guess."
You cock an eyebrow and wipe the tears from your face, "Just tell me, Mochi, I swear it's fine. Just be honest. It can’t be worse than what I’ve been imagining for the past month.”.
He leans back and lets a deep sigh escape his mouth, "Alright, here goes, I love you. I have been for months now. I realized it 2 months before the day I went off and hurt you, but I was worried about saying it too soon. So, I tried to shove the desire down, but it only made me angry because why has society dictated milestones?
If I love you, I should be able to say so whenever I feel it, right? Aish…anyway, when you said you knew I cared about you, it made me pissed again because I wanted to shout to the heavens how in love I was and am with you but didn't know if I should, so yeah….".
The timer goes off, and he sits up straight, staring at you with pleading eyes to say something. You are looking down, fidgeting with your fingers, and processing everything he just said. He goes to leave, taking your silence as a goodbye.
As he arises, you grab the sleeve of his sweater and stand up, saying, "I feel the same way, which is why everything hurt so bad, and I detached so abruptly. I wanted to tell you how I felt, too, but I was too scared of rejection, so I took that day as a sign to back off. “
His eyes go wide, "Oh…I…cool…I mean.. you know what I mean? I just feel like such a pabo (fool) and hope one day you can forgive me, but I get if no—" He is cut off by your lips crashing into his and smiling as he has wanted this for so long.
Once you detach for the sake of breathing, you hurry hand in hand to the public transportation stop, giving little pecks as you wait. Once you get on, you can't help but be stereotypical and sit in his lap. Y'all seem all tiny and cutesy to the others on the train.
Until you get home, and the second that the front door locks, he has you pushed up against the wall, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and jawline before passionately devouring your lips in his until you are both gasping and trying desperately to hold on to anything to stay grounded.
As soon as y'all head into the bedroom, it's a race of who can get their clothes off faster. Honestly, you can't recall because the millisecond it happens, he has you trapped under him for who knows how long. He shows you with his body how much love he has for you, how sorry he is, and most of all, how much he missed you.
Once both of your bodies are spent, y'all indulge in a sweet bath. He carries you to bed, and you both fall asleep in each other's arms, drifting off to the best sleep of your lives, knowing that there is no more gray area in your relationship, nor will there ever be, because you both agree to communicate everything from now on; there's no way either of you can be apart that long again or would ever want to be.
You're almost certain that death has come knocking at your door when a beautiful looking but dishevelled man broke into your apartment, holding you hostage. Until you realized he's wounded from gunshot, triggering your conscience as a doctor. And everything dirty, fantasy, your darkest desire spirals from there.
You take a deep breath as soon as you’re out on the streets, the cold air hitting your face making you shiver and relieved both at the same time. It’s past midnight and the streets are empty. You quickly head towards your car and waste no time driving off from the parkway of the hospital.
You’re on duty at the hospital tonight and the last two nights as well and there’s nothing more that you want than to soak yourself in a hot bath. It doesn’t take long to arrive at your apartment. You don’t live far away from the hospital, to be convenient for on call duty. You could basically walk to the hospital but sometimes your shifts end late night and you don’t think it’s safe enough to walk alone for two blocks in the dead of the night so the car it is.
You shrug off your shoulders, winding it back and forth several times to relax your tense muscles as you make your way to your apartment.
You had just closed the door behind you, walked several steps inside when you notice something feels off. As if there’s another presence in your apartment.
You opt not to switch on the lights. The moonlight shifting through your window, which you now notice is ajar, although very slightly, illuminates your living room. But it’s enough evidence to warn you because you never really open the window unless during leisure time but that’s on weekends.
You move forward slowly and place your handbag and car keys on the table before walking towards the window. Silently, you closed the window and you have to fight a shudder from the breezing wind.
As if on cue, a strong hand clasp your mouth and all senses in you become alerted at once. You would fight, if you don’t feel the muzzle of a gun against the side of your head. You could barely make out the person’s face through the window, only his silhouette can be seen. You gasp out loud, when you realize your attacker is a male.
“Be quiet or I’ll shoot.” He says, voice close to your ear.
You nod as your body trembles. You doubt anyone would hear if you scream and be quick enough to save you before he cocks his gun. You doubt he wants to harm you anyway because he would’ve done that as soon as you step into the apartment.
“I- I don’t have money, if that’s what you’re asking for-” you say as soon as he releases his hand from your mouth, your body still trembling as he still holds his gun to your head.
He lets out a sound like a scoff but doesn’t answer. After a moment, he says, “You’re a doctor aren’t you?”
You nod slowly.
“I need your help.” He says, and this time you finally hear the slight huff between his breath, like he’s having trouble breathing.
Help? What kind of help could he possibly need from you? You brave yourself to slowly turn around, definitely not prepared for the sight in front of you.
The silver beam of moonlight through the window only serves as a dimming light. But even in the bleary, the slight features and outline of his face is enough to tell you that the man is beautiful. The slight glint on his forehead is what gives his situation away. He had beads of sweat on his forehead and when you look down, that’s when you finally took notice of the dark wet patch on his shirt, right above his abdomen. His free hand clutching the wound tightly, but the blood still gushed between his fingers and quickly soaked the crumpled cloth underneath his fingers.
“Oh my god- oh my- you’re hurt!” You gasp in panic, and his safety is all you could think of now. Your hands quickly reach forward to apply pressure above his hand, perhaps a little too sudden, making him hiss.
“Careful.” He says through gritted teeth.
You mutter a sorry and looks up into his eye, asking for permission. Swallowing hard, he then lifts his shirt and your eyes widen the moment you see his wound.
“Is that- is that a bullet wound?” your voice thick, “Where’d you get a bullet wound?” as panic starts to register in your voice. You’ve never seen a bullet wound except in videos back when you’re still studying, but never one in your country, or in Seoul.
“Can you help me stitch it?” He asks, and even in the dim light you know he’s going paler. He’s losing too much blood.
You look up, hands no longer touching him. “Who are you?”
He regards you intently before answering. “You don’t want to know. Now answer me instead of asking questions. Can you help me?”
You bite your lips. “I- I don’t have the equipments. I’m just a general doctor, not a surgeon- you have to go to the hospital.”
“I don’t have the fucking time!” He grits out and then- out of nowhere- he shoves some medical equipments towards you.
“Where’d you get this?” You look at him in disbelief. “Clinic? There’s a clinic few blocks- oh my god- did you break into the clinic?!”
“Can you do it?” He asks again, voice getting weaker.
Oh God, he’ll die if you don’t do it.
Your brain is in an entire war for what seems like eternity, the guy who’s face is getting paler by the second, slumps himself on the single chair, you’d probably scold for staining it on normal days. But this is not ‘normal days’.
“Wait here.” You finally say. You walk away to get some hot water to do some mediocre sterilization process, forcing your brain to work on muscle memory as you waddle through the pitch darkness.
When you return to him, he had his eyes shut. “I need to switch on the light.”
He purses his lips. “Just this one.” He says, pointing to the standing lamp beside the chair.
You want to argue because you need more light but decide against it so you move towards the window to shut the curtain, leaving your whole apartment completely dark.
It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and making your way back towards the guy before you tripped over some furniture leg and would’ve fall flat on the floor if not for the cold hands gripping your arms strongly, catching you. And that’s when the light beside him flickers on.
He’s sitting on the chair but you almost catch your breath when you glance up. He’s pulled away all of his shirt, so he’s naked from the waist up top, save for his wound area being applied pressure upon using his shirt.
He’s not just beautiful, you think. He’s gorgeous and ethereal. Probably the most wonderful existence you’ve ever seen. His skin is fair, his face too pretty to be true, his features both sharp and delicate, and when you look further down.. you gulp as his beautiful muscles come into view. His pecs and abs toned to perfection.
And yet, it’s his heavy and intense stare at you that snaps you out of trance. You clear your throat and he slowly takes his hands off his wound. With the cloth you brought, you begin cleaning him off completely and it takes three sets of cloth before the wound can be seen.
You fetch your phone to switch on the light to see if the bullet’s still in there.
“Is the bullet still in there?” You ask for confirmation.
He shakes his head. “No, I already pull it out.”
You would ask how but not now, you think. You try to clean the wound area as clean as you could before you finally begin to suture his wound.
And all the time you do it, you could feel his intense stare so you work hard to keep your focus before you combust into flames.
“W-who are you?” You ask after gathering much courage.
“I told you you don’t want to know.” He says, voice still weak but you notice how low and raspy it is.
You wet your lips, wondering what to ask next. A question that would not cause him to pull the trigger.
“How did you know I’m a doctor?” You purposely makes your tone lighter. His lips quirk up a little. “Or that I live here on this floor in this unit?”
He’s silent for a moment before he answers you. “I watched you for two days.”
Your jaw drops, eyes looking at him incredulously and he has the audacity to look slightly embarassed as he adjusts his position. “So you.. y-you stalked me?”
“Just needed to make sure you live alone.”
“And how would you know that I’d help you?” Perhaps it is out of habit, but you prefer to make your patients talk when you’re treating them, so that they forget the pain and at the same time gain their trust.
“Because I’ll kill you if you don’t?” He tilts his head slightly, like he’s stating the most obvious reason.
You swallow. You’re done stitching him up. But for a strange reason you’re intrigued by this man and don’t want him to leave at once.
It’s weird because you know he’s dangerous.
And remember what they say.. curiosity always killed the cat.
Swallowing, you stutter, “I’m- I’m done.”
He looks down and studies his stitched abdomen. His body is glistening while his hair slightly wet from his sweat. It’s unfair how a dangerous guy like him can look so beautiful.
“You did a pretty good job.” He stands and takes a step towards you. His height towering above you now that he’s standing straight. He’s a good head taller than you, you think.
You gulp thickly when he continues to step closer, heart hammering against your ribs. His head dips down a little, lips almost brushing your temple. “Thank you.” He murmurs and a shiver runs down your spine. His hands reach up and your heart almost burst in anticipation but all he did is run his delicate fingers down a strand of your hair softly.
Then he turns around.
“Wait what’s your name?” You ask. He stops in his track but doesn’t fully turns his body to face you, only his face looking down to his right.
“You don’t want to know.” For the hundrendth time.
“Wait-” you call again before he could reach the door. “I- I’ll give you a new shirt.” You say quickly and heads towards your bedroom. Hunting for a hoodie in a split second, you almost half run to the living room only to find him already gone.
When you wake the next morning, you sit on your bed for a good minute, wondering whether last night was real or if it’s just a dream. It doesn’t seem real at all. You could scarcely sleep last night.
Thinking you would be late if you procrastinate any longer, you get up and get ready for work.
It’s just a dream, you tell yourself.
But when you pass by the clinic a block away from your apartment, there’s a police car outside and somehow your guts tell you it wasn’t a dream.
Your heartbeat quickens and you find yourself flooring the pedal, arriving at the hospital with erratic breathing.
Who is he?
What is he?
How did he find you?
Why you?
And those questions keep floating in your mind over and over again. You had trouble focusing, you keep zoning out, even the regular coffee from the vending machine can’t pull yourself together.
“Are you okay?”
You look up from the canned coffee on your hand. It’s Han, your colleague.
“You’ve been staring at your coffee for the past 10
minutes now.”
You blink at him several moments. Huh? “What?”
He laughs. Then he holds your shoulders at arms length. “Oh God, you really look like a zombie now.”
“I know I look horrible. I was on call for three days straight.”
“No wonder.” He looks at his watch. “Well, why don’t you go for lunch? It’s almost 12 anyway. I’ll cover for you.”
“You will? Thanks Han. You’re really a life savior.”
“I know. I’m awesome like that.” He left you with a wink.
You’re just on your way to your desk when Nin, your junior and her friend rush out the door but stops as soon as they see you.
“Omg sunbae! Congratulations!” Nin says.
You give them a puzzled stare. You’re really not in the mood to entertain any joke right now.
“Ey~ you’re trying to keep your dating life a secret right? It’s okay. We’ll hold it till we die.” And with that, they set off while giggling, leaving you puzzled as ever.
But as soon as you push the door and heads to your table, you understand why.
On your table, there’s a huge bouquet of flowers.
You stand frozen, unable to process anything too fast.
And then step by step you walk towards it.
Nothing. No card, no nothing.
But somehow your instinct tells you the only person in your mind that could send the flowers to you.
Him.
It’s been two weeks since you received the flowers. Two weeks since you last saw him.
And you haven’t been yourself that it’s getting more and more ridiculous as it goes by.
You take hospital supplies just in case you need to treat someone at home. You constantly watch over your shoulder and even got a habit of sitting in the deli across your apartment just to get a glimpse of him.
But he just won’t be out in the daylight.
You sigh as you stand near the traffic light, waiting to cross the road. Perhaps that was really the first and the last time you’d see him.
When you reach home that night, you shower quickly and heads to bed earlier than usual.
It’s midnight, you think, but couldn’t be sure of the time, when you wake suddenly feeling alarmed. But you can’t see nothing in the pitch black darkness so you turn to switch on the bedside lamp.
And you couldn’t be ready with what comes into your view. It’s him, sitting on the edge of your bed. But it’s an automated reaction, even though you’ve been waiting to see him again, a scream makes it way through your lung. And within a millisecond, his hand clasps your mouth, his body above yours, trapping you effectively.
You stop screaming immediately, but his hand is still above yours and for a moment, the both of you only stares at each other, some inexplicable tension turning your heartbeat erratic.
He drops his hand once he’s seen you calmed down. And then you finally took notice of blood, contrasting against his white shirt. You sit up almost immediately, hand reaching for his stomach so sudden that he hisses.
“Did your wound reopen?” You ask quickly.
He nods. You then sigh as you look at him.
And in his mind, perhaps for the first time ever, someone looks genuinely concerned about him.
You lift yourself up from the bed. “Please sit. I’ll fetch the medical kit.” You rush to the kitchen where you left the kit, filled with gauzes and alcohol supply you took from the hospital. When you return, you see him leaning against the bed’s headboard, his eyes closed. The image of him sitting on your bed is making your heart beats rapidly. Swallowing, you try hard to compose yourself.
He senses your presence and his eye reopens.
“I’m assuming that I can’t switch on other lamp except for this one too.” You say as you sit yourself on the edge of your bed beside him.
“Sorry.” He mumbles.
You pause for a moment, not expecting the word out of his mouth. Inhaling deeply, you start unbuttoning his shirt from below. Is it weird that you’ve done this a thousand times during emergency but your hand is currently trembling?
“I don’t think your wound reopens seconds ago. It’s been what, two days?” You glare at him.
“Three.” He answers quietly and you shoot him a murderous look.
“You’re lucky it didn’t get infected.” You scold as you clean his wound and restitch him.
He raises an eyebrow when you start wrapping him with multiple layers of gauze. “Did you steal from the clinic too?”
The question catches you off guard but you recover quickly. “Shut up.” You say and you heard him chuckle.
And you almost fell in love.
You clear your throat as you make your finishing touch. “You need to rest. And your wound has to be clean. I need to change its dressing everyday. Or everytime you got it dirty.” You nag.
He doesn’t say anything but when you look up, you realise he’s very close. His face merely inches before you.
Now that you’re more clear headed and awake from your sleep, you realize you’re only in your night silk gown and the fact that it’s almost see-through makes it a thousand times worse.
He leans even closer.
The tension is so palpable it’s almost overwhelming.
And then his hands come up to your chin and it goes further and further down, your eyes almost fluttering close as his hand roam dangerously close to your cleavage.
For a brief moment, you swear his face inches even closer, your nose almost touching and only the sounds of your uneven breathing can be heard.
“You know I’m dangerous right?” He says suddenly.
Your eyes shoot open instantly and finds him staring straight at you.
You swallow before slowly nodding.
“So if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” And with that, he immediately gets up but then he staggers a little and you’re on your feet in a flash.
Your hand quickly catches him, but the aftermath is immediate as the man has his hand around your neck as he pushes you to the nearest well.
A reflex, you note. A mistake, you admit.
But you don’t think about it. You think about how hot his skin is and how pale he looks.
When he realises his own action, he visibly lets his grip loose. Your hand slowly comes up to touch his forehead, very, very carefully.
“You have a fever.”
He drops his hand. Staring at you for a few seconds, as if he’s having a war in his head, he finally says, “I’ll borrow your couch just for tonight.” And with that, he exits your room.
Even after an hour has passed, you’re still tossing on your bed because you can’t sleep because the guy that you’ve been waiting to see again, the guy you knew nothing about, not even his name, is outside your bedroom, sleeping in your living room.
After a mental war for 10 minutes, you decide to check up on him. Before that, you fetch an extra blanket for him.
When you see him lying on your couch, one hand across his forehead, you suddenly feel like you want to be the one who erases the cause of him frowning in his sleep. Slowly, you lay the blanket over him.
Just for a moment, you think, you will watch him sleep.
And when you couldn’t stop staring at the features on his face, his delicate eyes, his sharp nose, his beautiful lips, you realize you’re in trouble because you’ve developed a crush on him.
A man you don’t even know where he came from. But a man you know is fully dangerous and can kill you anytime.
Yet the fact that he seeks for you for aid gives you a little assurance that he trusts you. And he could’ve easily kill you while in your sleep, but he didn’t.
He doesn’t look so dangerous when he’s asleep like this.
And the fact that this could really be the last time for you to see him is making you panic. You need to remember something about him.
That’s when you notice a tattoo on his hand. It’s like two doors or something. You frown, never encountering such tattoo before. You try to ingrain it into your mind.
With a heavy heart, you drag your feet to your own bedroom, spending another hour tossing before you could finally fall asleep. When you wake the next morning, he’s already gone.
His eyes. His nose. His lips. His skin. His fingers. It flashes in your mind constantly.
He’s above you. One hand on your waist, one hand cupping your chin. His stare is piercing as he leans forward, his lips merely inches from yours when the image is suddenly pulled away and your eyes shoot open.
Your heart pounds and you struggle to calm your erratic breath. The dream felt so real and vivid.. Your fingers trace your lips. It’s almost like you could feel him kissing you.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. It’s three days straight that you’ve dreamt about him. And your heart is unsettled by how much you’re affected by him. You just couldn’t get him out of your mind, consciously or unconsciously.
And that’s how you find yourself in a club at one of the sketchiest area in the city. It’s an infamous area where lots of.. unspoken things go down. You gulp, suddenly thinking that it’s not a very good idea to come alone.
You scan around the club but there’s just nothing. No sight of him at all. Just people harmlessly dancing. Feeling frustrated, you order several shots for yourself, downing it all in one shot.
After what seems like an eternity, you head to the bathroom to pee and refresh yourself to be in a much more sober state. Then you head out the back of the club to clear your mind, taking some fresh air. The cold autumn wind breeze makes you shudder. You suddenly regret your choice of attire. Beneath the jacket on your shoulder, is a short dress that stops mid thigh and your bare legs are freezing right now.
Mindlessly, you walk around and takes unprecedented routes. As you turn one corner, you look up and realize you’ve walked into a dark alley where you can’t help noticing several prostitutes standing on street, several men doing questionable deals. You could walk away from this place, but something in your gut tells you that it can lead you straight to the mysterious guy you’ve encountered.
That’s how you find yourself walking further into the alley, stopping by several times to ask anyone if they know the person with the tattoo you saw. You’ve already drawn the rough sketch of the mysterious man ‘s tattoo at home. And you went around asking if anyone has seen it.
Suddenly, as you were passing another dark corner, you feel something hard pressed on the back of your hip. It takes a moment for you to realize that it’s a gun.
“Be quiet and just walk.” The guy pressed the gun slightly, making you gasp.
Not knowing what to do, you do as he says and walk towards wherever he’s taking you. It wasn’t long until he stops and directed you to enter a high end restaurant which looks a bit out of place at this area. The guy holding you at gun point pushes you forward until you entered another room inside the restaurant. From there, you ascend the staircase and finally you’re led into a room that looks like an office.
There’s several suited men standing in front of a desk and when you’re pushed forward a bit more, you see the man behind the desk. Is it weird that you’re feeling disappointed it’s not the mysterious man you saw instead of feeling alarmed that you’ve walked into a very dangerous place?
The guy holding you to a gun pushes you forward and you almost stumbled upon if one of the men didn’t grab hold of you. He’s tall, you think. Super tall. And when you look up at him, he winks and flashes a dimpled smile.
Gorgeous. That’s the word that you’d use to describe him ten years from now when you recall this memory from your grave, because you’re pretty sure you’ll meet your Creator soon.
“To what do we owe the business here?” The man behind the desk speaks up in a very low voice. Your eyes turns to find him. Is it ridiculous that he’s equally gorgeous? What are these men? Supermodels? Male strippers?
“She’s been snooping around our street, boss. Asking for this tattoo.” The guy behind you hands the little sketch you made.
“Ah,” the dimpled guy smirks.
The guy behind the desk only narrows his eyes at the sketch. “You guys can leave now.” He says.
“Oh come on, Taehyung. We’d like to know how she met him too.” The dimpled guy says.
“Later, Namjoon hyung.”
A shorter one rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure he’s trying to protect his bestfriend, again.”
“I agree, Yoongi hyung. Taehyung-ah, remember Jin hyung don’t like outsiders. You better warn your bestfriend not to cause anymore trouble.” The one in between Namjoon and Yoongi says.
“Yes, yes Hoseok hyung. I just need to question her a little, that’s it.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.
And towards you, Namjoon says, “We’ll see you around soon,” he lets of go of your hands, not before he flashes another dimpled smile.
As soon as everyone left, the guy named Taehyung walks towards you. “So, would you like to tell me why you’re searching for someone with this tattoo?”
You gulp, because his face is too near. “I.. I have something to tell him.”
“Hmm, is that so?” He straightens and takes another small step towards you, forcing you to back away. “What if I tell you.. that I have the same tattoo as well?” He then pulls on his sleeve, revealing the exact same tattoo that you’ve been searching for.
Without thinking, you grip his hand, pulling it towards you for you to see more clearly. “Is he- is he here?”
Your question takes Taehyung a little by surprise. He smiles down at you, as if he’s intrigued by you.
But when you look up, his smile disappear and suddenly, he snatches your hand, holding it up as he backs you away a few steps until you’re backed against a wall. You gasp when your back hit the wall. He leans down, way, way too close. His face literally inches from you.
“I’m not gonna answer your question just yet..” he whispers, or is it just his super low tone speaking?
You swallow.
“Let’s talk about.. how you’re at our territory and the consequence of that.”
“What are you gonna do to me?” Your voice literally a whisper now.
“Unfortunately.. your fate is not mine to decide.” His face backs away a few inches. Then a finger comes up to your head and then slowly, it runs down over your cheek. “Such a shame.”
And then right at that moment, the door bursts open.
And you can’t believe your eyes.
Because it’s him.
It’s him that’s standing on the doorway, staring piercingly when he sees you and Taehyung.
“Ah, Jimin..” Taehyung says but makes no effort to let go of your hands.
Jimin.. that’s his name.
He doesn’t say a word as he steps towards you and snatches your hand away from Taehyung, gripping it a tad too tightly it almost hurts.
“Fuck away, Kim Taehyung.” He growls as he drags you out of the room, towards the hallway and into another... office area, you note.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He glares at you.
You swallow before answering. “I wanted to see you.”
“I told you if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” He growls.
You take a step towards him. “Well maybe I’m not that smart.”
He clenches his jaw as you take another step towards him, closing the proximity.
“I.. I want you, Jimin.”
You watch his eyes turn dark. “Is that so?” He moves forward, backing you in three exact steps and your behind is against the edge of table.
“I can’t get you out of my mind too.” He whispers and then suddenly, his lips are on yours.
You can’t describe the feelings as his lips are pressed so hard against yours. Finally. This is finally happening after the countless time you fantasize about him, imagining him in every way.
“How long have you been thinking about me?” He whispers against the intense kisses.
His one hand is on the back of your neck, holding you close while his other hand roams all over your body, like he can’t get enough of touching you everywhere.
“Ever since I met you-” you’re breathless. His kiss and his tongue expertly draws all sorts of air inside you.
You let out a gasp when he rips your blouse open.
And you know you’re in for a very very long night.
“Tell me what do you imagine when you think about me.” His mouth is on your breasts. Your bra torn off you.
You moan out loud, “Oh God-”
“Tell me,” he demands, making you squeak as he hitches your skirt up.
“T-this-” you choke out, arousement rising as he continues to suck.
“Hmm, I think about you too.” He leans back in to suck on your neck.
Fingers quickly finding buttons of his shirt, deftly unbuttoning each of it. His coat had long been discarded, his tie loosened and off of him in a matter of seconds, landing somewhere on the floor.
Your body arches as he continues to leave open mouth kisses on your neck, shoulder and breasts. “What do you think about?” You ask.
“I think about your god motherfucking tits, how I’m never gonna stop sucking them,” he says before putting three fingers into his mouth and then without warning, rips your underwear off and slides his fingers into your pussy, “your perfect little dripping cunt,” he thrusts inside without mercy, “and how I’m gonna fuck you every single position known till your voice is gone from screaming my name.” He finishes as he withdraws his fingers.
You swallow.
“Then don’t wait,” you whisper.
He clenches his jaw. “Fuck. You’re such a tease, you know that? You don’t know how close I was to ripping your little nightdress the last time we met.. it barely covered anything you might’ve just slept naked. Tell me.. did you put that on for me..?”
You gulp. “Maybe...” you say quietly.
He curses and his eyes widen in lust. Within seconds his pants are off him as well as his boxers and your eyes widen looking at him in full glory. He rips your dress away and you’re completely bare now from top to bottom.
He spits on his hand and pumps his cock a few times before entering you, making your body jolt from the intrusion.
You think you’re in euphoria right now, feeling him inside you is complete bliss. You’re almost crying in pain trying to adjust to his girth and length.
“You want it, take it all-” he grits, eyes almost lolling to the back from his own pleasure but he’s still pushing in, till he hit right to the hilt.
“Oh god-” you moan when he starts bottoming out and pushing back in full.
You prop your elbow on the table as his hands grips your waist, keeping you in place and for a moment, only the sounds of skin lapping and labored breathing fills the room.
“Fuck fuck ugh-” he says as he continues his thrust.
His hands reach forward towards your breast as he cups them roughly. He continues thrusting and you feel the edge of your orgasm nearing. And then suddenly, he slips out and you’re almost enraged. He smirked at your expression.
“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” With one motion he pulls you by the hips and then flips you so you’re bending over the table. Your heart leapt in excitement, over Jimin taking you in this position. He doesn’t keep you waiting for long. He spits on his fingers before he runs his fingers over your slit few times and enters you again.
He fills you so deeply and entirely your eyes almost watering, your stomach clenching. And when he begins his thrust, you’re almost torn apart.
“Yes yes yes- Jimin-”
“You like being taken this way huh?”
“Yes,” you choked out.
He leans down and takes a handful of your hair and you’re forced to chin up. His other hand grips your waist even tighter before he slams back in roughly.
You could feel the orgasm creeping in. “Oh God Jimin-”
“Fuck me too-“ He continued his thrust as the pressure builds inside you until it finally explodes. When he shows no sign of stopping, you ride out your orgasm, just taking pleasure in the way he smoothly slides in and out of you as he chases his own orgasm and you could feel his grip tightening.
“Cum inside, I’m on the pill.” You say and without warning, his warm seeds spill inside you. His pace slows down but he doesn’t pull himself out yet. You hear his harsh breathing, his hand coming up to stroke your hair several times and then went down to trace every corner of your body.
“You look so gorgeous from behind like this. Every corner of yours is sexy.”
He flips you again so you’re facing him and he takes in your spent expression before leaning back in for a more slow but passionate kiss. Your hands roam down to find his cock intending of milking him out completely but to your surprise, he’s still hard.
He pulls your hand away and says, “Let me clean you up.” He licks your lower lip before pushing your body up a little. Your heartbeat picks up its pace again as he spreads your legs and then dives in to lick your pussy that’s dripping with his cum.
Your fingers card his hair, feeling the knot tightening in your stomach once again. “Oh God Jimin- I can’t-”
He smirks like it’s a challenge and the next thing he does had your eyes lolling to he back. He tortured you with his tongue for a few more minutes, tongue swirling deeply, pulling back just to see your response.
But before he could do anything else, you push yourself off the table then takes your step towards him, backing him towards the leather sofa behind him.
He watches you with dark eyes as you lean towards him, lightly swiping your tongue over his lips, hands on his thigh.
“My turn,” you whisper before leaning back down and takes him in your mouth earning a plethora of curses from him.
“God, look at you, you take me so well.” He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head as you bob up and down.
His head rolls to the back, sweat beading on his forehead and he’s on the verge of cumming when he says, “Stop babe, come up. Ride me.”
And you don’t think twice before raising yourself and sink down on him. You both let out a moan from the pleasure as you ride him out.
“You are fucking sexy,” he groans.
You increase your pace and soon he has both his hands on each side of your ass, holding them firmly, giving you support.
He leans forward and licks and sucks on your breast as his fingers dig into your ass while yours into his shoulder.
“Fuck! Fuck-” he chants before you both reach climax for the second time.
Your eyes shut, you’re totally spent as you slouched on his shoulder and him on yours.
Once both your breathing calmed down, he says, “That was insane. You’re insane.”
“You ruined my dress.”
“Hm.” He hums against your shoulder. “I’ll buy you another one.”
You pull back then, eyes finding his. “I want you, Park Jimin. I can’t stop thinking about you ever since I met you for the first time.”
He locks his gaze on you. “And when was that?”
Your brows furrowed. Is that a trick question? “When you held me hostage in my own apartment?”
He chuckles. But then his expression serious again. “What if I told you that wasn’t the first time you saw me?”
You frown even deeper. “What are you talking about?”
The corner of his lips quirk a little. “A year ago. In the alley. You saved me when I was bleeding from knife wound.”
Your eyes widen. You only remember bits and pieces of that incident. “I don’t recall any of this.” To be exact, you don’t remember him.
“It was dark. My hair was long enough to cover my face. You couldn’t see me, but I could see you.”
You close your mouth as it’s been wide open since he dropped the news. You need a few moments to process this mindblowing fact. You couldn’t think, especially when you’re naked and had just finished a heated fucking session.
Then you take a deep breath and looks at him straight in the eye. “Well, nice to meet you Park Jimin. I’m-”
“Y/N.” He cuts you off.
“How did you-”
“You’re not the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about us when we first met.”
pairing: jimin x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 561
1:11am. for three hours, you’ve been nonstop texting jimin. nobody seemed to want a stop to the conversation, always finding something to talk about. you could talk about anything with him and he’d find it amusing. you loved how you both could be comfortable with each other and smile at the dumbest things.
today, you’d planned to sleep early so that you could wake up for a meetup you and jimin arranged through text. it had been a while since you both went out alone to the park. of course, you both went out with your friend group but you wanted to spend some alone time once in a while.
everyone knew you both had something special, but you didn’t quite know what it was. maybe it was the fact that you guys can’t get enough of each other or maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you were so special he didn’t want to stop admiring you. it always made you feel some type of way but you knew better than to destroy a friendship for something that isn’t even for sure going to last. you pushed it away but you knew deep down you’d never move on if you didn’t get closure. so, you waited for him to initiate anything if he wanted you the way you wanted him. that day didn’t come.
since then, you knew he wasn’t interested in you but your heart still fluttered every time you see him. it’s so damn hard to get over him when he smiles at you or hugs you with such a comforting embrace, and that’s when you knew no matter what you did, you would never find anyone like him.
you and jimin send each other goodnight messages with a cute gif of a bear cuddling his lover, pulling up the bedsheets and turning off the lights. you smile at it and put down your phone as you start to drift off to sleep.
should i wear this or this? you struggle to find a top that would be perfect for the outing. ultimately, you decide on the one you think jimin would like the most.
you grab your keys and headed out, waiting for jimin’s car to appear near you. once you’ve spotted his gray car, you immediately wave so he knows it’s you. his expression immediately glows and you wonder how he looks so good all the time. he puts his sunglasses on the side and unlocks the door for you. when you get in, he immediately starts driving to the park.
“y/n, you look so good today.” you blush and wonder if he does this with everyone since he’s such a flirt when you’re around. you didn’t want to mistake his actions for something else/
“thank you, you look good too.” as you’re saying it, you could feel your cheeks warm up so you look out the window to hide it.
usually, his comments would feel normal and you wouldn’t make such a big deal out of it. however, he was a bit different today and you couldn’t help but feel something.
as you walk into the restaurant, your eyes immediately light up as you look around you, adoring the fancy decorations. you wondered who would be lucky enough to experience this nearly every day. you were jealous of jimin’s future girlfriend.
(Kintsukuroi is the art of repairing pottery with gold and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken )
you are more beautiful because you have been broken.... or mean yandere Jimin needs to break you completely then put the pieces back together to make you his pretty little doll
Jimin x reader (ft Jungkook)
8.2K words of all smut
Warnings! NONCON/dubcon, omorashi (piss), drugging, knives (only used to induce fear, not actually used on y/n), very slight mxm, yandere jimin and jungkook, DUMBIFICATION, dollification (not very heavy just jimin calling oc a mindless doll to fuck), manipulation, anal, gaslighting, slight daddy kink/ age play / jimins wants to take care of you, mindbreak, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, coercion, fear play ( from the knife), jimins shoes is a whole kink/ pussy stepping, oral sex recieving and giving, slight mention of breaking your jaw. umm i think thats it.
this is might be a bt extreme for some so read with cation !
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Dating Jimin had been a dream as you only saw him through rose tinted glasses. he was kind and treated you like no one ever had before. opening doors for you, paying for all your dates, feeding you. romantic, except it wasn’t romantic at all and you had realized that to late. you did not know about his deep rooted obsession with you and that he strategically planed everything from your very first encounter.
it went from gentlemen actions of tying your shoe and feeding you spoonful's of your food with an admiration in his eyes to him telling you what to wear (usually short skirts) , what to eat, what to address him as and you did as he said only because that look of admiration and the praise he gave felt better then the uncomfy feeling blooming in your tummy.
subtle comments about how dumb and silly you are. you were to naïve to see all the warning signs and a little to intimidated to say anything about it.
You didn't notice the sly smirk he had when your friends had stopped talking to you, much to his manipulation on his part, he could be very persuasive and intimidating. feeding everyone close to you lies so they would push you away in disgust. even your own family, kicking you out of the house in disgrace leaving you no choice but to run into Jimins arms.
into his home.
He was the only one by your side when everyone had abandoned you, his fingers combing through your hair telling you everything was going to be ok and that you didn't need them anyway, all you needed was him.
Then came the jabs about how you should quit your job, you are always so clumsy and he didn't think you were fit for a job that required you to use your brain so much because you were so clueless sometimes, he was just worried.
he wasn't.
He just wanted you to be his braindead little slut and he would get you there. it wasn't long before rumors spread around your work place about you spreading your legs in the workplace and so it didn't take long for your job to be terminated.
Jimin was always there, a chest to cry into. a warm body to lay next to, now your only hope of survival. you didn't have a job or a place to go. just as he planned.
when you came home with tears, racked sobs about the mean rumors and the fact that you no longer had a job jimin had to try and hold back a smile. instead of being blanketed with comforting words he instead questioned your infidelity.Of course he knew you were a virgin, he had eyes on you at all times but he wanted to break you. you could only sob and shake the tears from your face in desperate disbelief.
“no, no , no, iv never slept with anyone, i-i dont know who started those rumors but they are not true" you were hardly audible through your tears and wavy voice."please"
Jimin turned away from you, faking a look a confusion and hurt and you grab his arm in desperation ."please believe me"
He has you right were he wants you. like a snake about to swallow his prey. "then prove it to me"
You miss the smirk in his voice and the way he was already undressing you. hands brushing the hair from your face softly before moving to the hem of your shirt
"show me you haven't been a dirty little slut and that you love me" that's when you saw his beautiful mask crack
It all happened so fast and you never expected your first time to be this way. didn't anticipate the rough way he held you down as he took your virginity. "so messy and needy for daddy" it felt wrong and your gut stirred but you wanted this to right ?
adventuly as you continued to sink deeper into his trap did you realize it was a little to late to leave. he already had you in the palm of his hand, his cute little doll. you no longer made your own decisions but your brain was much to foggy to really understand because as Jimin said you were just a silly little girl who couldn't do anything by herself.
So you got used to a routine of being dependent on him for your survival. you would only eat when he fed you, wash when he was there to bathe you, spend special time with daddy when he said so.
Like every day you watch as he dissolves a blue pill into a plastic cup of water, speaking to you in that disgustingly sweet voice. you couldn't do it anymore, you didn't want your brain to go foggy. without thinking you swipe your hand across the table, the cup spilling its contents over the kitchen bench as Jimins usual smile vanished. it was terrifying
This wasn't a simple case of him fucking the defiance out of you, no, you needed to be broken. before he could react you leapt off your chair and headed straight for the door. it was unlocked, It had been so long since you had been outside and you were so overwhelmed by the fresh air that before you could even think about running you had been caught, you would never do that again as he would make you regret your actions.
After the way he kept you in a dark room for days, fucking you stupid and never letting you get a proper nights rest as he left a vibrator against you all night. cooing at you the next morning, you had learnt your lesson. Jimin was not who you thought he was.
So you were in the middle of getting yourself some vanilla ice cream , a child safe rubber spoon of course because Jimin couldn't trust you around with so much as a sharp edge or anything that could fall, smash or sqush you. its to protect you he says, because you are to dumb to be doing anythng by yourself. you try to calm nervous butterflies in your stomach with the icecream.
draped in one of his shirts, only because that was what he demanded of you, and that you had no clothes of your own apart from the tight shirts , skirts and everything in the colour pink .
So here You were standing in front of the fridge spooning the ice-cream into your mouth, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.
You knew disobeying him was a dangerous game, a very dangerous game that you had to play carefully. Today you had not been careful. you had not known your limit because you had been so stupid to fall into his trap.
You already knew all the doors and windows were locked but that didn't stop you from trying to open them, just incase he was not focused today and left something unlocked, giving you a chance to escape his claws that were already so deep in your skin.
But things were not as usual today and that should have been the first warning sign, Jimin rushing about the room pulling at his shirt wrinkled from sleep to show to the lean inked side of his rib as he threw the shirt somewhere in the room.
Jimin was always calculated and never late but today he was so rushed that he didn't even have time to hold you down while he went down on you like most mornings. sometimes if he was feeling mean spirited he would hold himself there well after your orgasm driving you into overstimulation and into another painfull orgasm, wiping your tears with a condescending smile before capturing your cries with a hand over your mouth , whispering sweet praises. hands above you to make sure you couldn't escape as he played with you however he wanted. fucking you into the mattress while all you could do was take it.
This morning you had done something without thinking it through. you stole his phone. it was a reckless decision and you almost got caught slipping it under the bed when Jimin rushed back into the room to kiss you goodbye with a promise of a surprise for being so well behaved this past month. quickly dressing you in his shirt, dressing you because dumb little girls cant do anything on their own.
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you held the phone in your hand and it felt like a grenade. heavier then a brick of steel. it was terrifying. the feeling of being scared to take a chance at your freedom. you have been locked in this house so long it had become normal. a home. but the touch on your skin still burned, the feeling of helplessness swallowing your whole body.
Who would you even call. everyone hated you and no one even knew you were missing. you drop the phone on the soft sheets of the bed. you felt the burn of his gaze in your head.
his sweet words when he was having a good day made you feel like you belong here with him and that nobody missed you in the real world. you dont know what life would be like anymore. he was all you knew. or at least this is what he has conditioned you to believe.
Then your mind wonders to his bad days, when you wouldn't play into his act and be the little girl he wanted and how he would look at you , a look that made you want to cry, a look that made you almost feel the slap on your skin and the days of torture that would follow. even being summited to this lifestyle he forced you in was enough to push you to get out. you used to be a functioning adult, not a baby that had to eat with rubber plastic forks and knives
Without wasting any more time you dial the police. your heart was in your ears as a calm voice spoke out to you, the sound of a male voice made you flinch, having not heard anything but Jimins voice in so long.
"i need help "
You couldn't help the shake in your voice both from fear that he would out
he would never forgive you. your eyes flicker to the full length mirror as you were forced to stare at your reflection. maybe you should hang up now. He had been nice this week.
maybe too nice
"hello, mam ? can you repeat that and tell me where you are"
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You don't know how long its been but here you are eating ice-cream and trying to keep yourself together. you didn't even want to think of this failing and getting caught, you could already feel the imprint of his cock inside of you for the next week and the amount of tears you would cry. having second thoughts, maybe it would be easier to just live this way.
Before you can let regret swallow you whole the sound of keys in your front door had your full attention, any thoughts forgotten as you hold your breath in wait for who would come through the door.
You see his suit jacket first, then the sweep of his hair, a hand in his hair pushed back.
The door slammed shut and you jump, dropping the spoon to the floor with a muted thud of the rubber. His shiny black boots hit the floor with soft clicks as he walked towards the kitchen bench , throwing his keys onto the bench before looking up at you. he looked calm and it made you shudder.
He had a small smile on his face as he spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice. "the craziest thing happened to me today" he just stood and stared at you. his hands lazily in his pockets as he spoke. "my phone wasn't in my pocket, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that right sweetheart ?"
All you could manage was a small shake of your head, no.
You were frozen in your spot, his stare held you there as he walked over to you, pushing you up against the fridge, caging you there as he looked down at you making you feel small and vulnerable.
“I-” you were cut off by his raspy voice . “I don't like liers Y/N”.
He was pissed but so turned on just by the thoughts of punishments running through his mind and how he would handle you after the stunt you pulled.
“when i went on my break today i saw you on the news, the officer on the screen talking about how they are desperately looking for you, you looked so pretty in the picture they used too, bet they want to join in to find you just so they can fuck you”
your head was hurting, Jimin was never this mean to you, you were being crushed by his words and his body. Your head hung low in shame as you felt your eyes water.
he hung over you as he continued to talk "i was going to take a picture of it but my phone wasn't in my pocket, do you know where it is"
You took too long to respond because his hand was gripping your face, thumb over your lip. “do I need to repeat myself” you quickly shake your head no. he seemed pleased with the answer. He was pushing your body further into the fridge and the handle was digging painfully into your back. you bit the inside of your cheek and bared the pain as one of Jimin's thick thighs was being pushed between your own.
“when did you get so daring sweetheart, do i not fuck you enough for you to know your place?” .
You don’t get a chance to answer him as he was pushing one of his fingers inside your mouth and pushing down on your tongue. you felt suffocated with no room to breathe.
"i decide when you when you eat, when you sleep and when you breathe" Plump lip were sucking painfully down your neck, leaving succulent bruises to show everyone he was there. licking back up to your ear
"do you really think im stupid enough to leave my phone somewhere you could snatch it".
You had to hold off a shudder from your body . He removed his finger from your mouth as he continued to mark your neck. Your eyes close involuntarily as he worked down your neck until he was met with the material of the shirt.
"don't you ever learn sweetheart, your not very bright , just a dumb little slut right?"
you felt all the air in your lung collapse and you let out a sob as his lips were back on your neck. from all the time you spent to get to know Jimin this is the worst you have seen from him. no cute smiles, no sweet words . even when he forced his cock into you it was out of love but his eyes didn't hold any remorse right now, you had broken any trust between you.
“how disappointing, ” gripping the front of your shirt with both hands as he pulled you closer to his body. "couldn't even be undressed for me, this is what you wanted right? to make me mad, well im losing my patience”.
With that he let go of the shirt and used the same hand to run through his hair, his rings shimmered in the low light of the kitchen , eyes scaning over to the locked kitchen knives before critical eyes scan down on you as he waited.You diddnt even realize you were just staring at him stupidly, he wanted you ready But you couldn’t move, you were stunned. Blood was flowing to you cheeks and fear was paralysisng you .
He brought one of his hands up to his face as one finger running over his lips at your silent defiance. He was amused.
“don’t you know how much trouble your in sweetheart?, want daddy to really hurt you or is it that your just so little that you need daddy to help undress you"
His hands caged you back into the fridge, had you not said a word this whole time ? “J-imin” you didn't get a chance to speak. “five” you shut your mouth as look up at him.
“four”
He was counting. counting down like you would to a child who had 5 seconds to put away their game and go to bed. He leaned back to observe you, you looked so small right now, thats exactly how he wanted you.
“three”
You were already half way to 0. If you didn’t do anything right now he would reach 0 before you even knew it.
“two”
The numbers echoed in your ears and a very real sense of reality set in. was he trying to give you the illusion that you had a choice, that if you took it off before he got to one that it would be your choice, that he wouldn't rip any clothing off you even if you didn't comply. as you come out of your head Jimin is holding up one finger “
one”
he dropped his hand and ran his eyes over your body.
"ok princess"
He spun you around, your hands braced against the fridge as he kicks your legs apart with his boots. you were spread and you suck in a breath at how fast it all happened and your cheeks heat up.
You couldn't help the inner turmoil, you didn't want this but your body couldn't help but react. you tried to push away from him but the way he had you caged it was no use. you felt the thick scratchy outline of his black jeans push up against your ass as his hands reach up under the shirt to your breasts. the cold metal of his rings brush up against your nipples and you cant help the shiver that spreads down your body and the little whimper as he plays with you.
"these pills really do seem to do wonders, always needy, always dripping"
you felt him push harder onto your ass he leaned his mouth to your ear. "cold?" you can only manage a small nod of your head as his rings ghost over your chest. "should i warm you up?" you could feel his lips pull into a sadistic smile, his voice a whisper.
"don't move"
with that his hand came down on your ass, hard. out of pure shock you jumped away from him, disobeying his order not to move. you didn't get far as he pulled you by your wrist and pushed you back up against the fridge, hard , hand on your neck keeping you there.
"I said don't move" his voice was deep and it almost came out as a growl. you let out a sob at the throbbing pain, you felt a reassuring hand brush through your hair. he released your neck to place a soft kiss to your temple and a few small ones down your neck.
"I dont know why you make it so hard for yourself, all iv ever done is love you and give you food, a warm bed and fuck you but you cant be a good girl"
You knew it was coming but you still couldn't be ready for the sting and the burning heat on your ass as his hand went through the air and connected to the same cheek. you screamed but tried to silence yourself with your hand. involuntary tears welling in your eyes and the pulsing heat inside you that needed to be relieved, probably from the drugs and the fact that you felt yourself slipping and regressing.
You let out a sigh as his hand soothed over you, the coolness of his rings the only thing giving you relief.
"do this ever again and I will fuck your mouth until your jaw breaks and you will be nothing but a voiceless doll for me to fuck"
Again you felt the harsh slap of his palm on your ass, you heard it echo in the room and through your ears with only a dejected whimper coming out of your mouth. another two more slaps and your legs felt like jelly, ready to give out. trying to deny the fact that the words pulled at the arousal inside of you.
he continued as his hand came across your ass and the tears fell.
"tears wont work baby, I have to break you for you to understand you cant leave"
His hands soothed over your ass. "no body loves you as much as i do , if you ever left where would you go, you would just be damaged goods" his words were soft.
A loud and final slap had you pushing all your weight onto the fridge, incoherent words and whimpers falling from your mouth. "shhhh" you felt Jimins reassurance in his calm voice as he pulls you towards him, his arms snaking around your body. his hand reaching for your jaw as he kisses against your lips, you felt yourself melt.
You were a sobbing mess as Jimin disconnected your lips, reaching in front of you to open the fridge door, too lost in the fog that clouded your head to actually pay attention, he wiped away your tears.
"drink" a bottle of water was being pushed up against your lips , you open your lips to let the cool liquid inside, clearing out the haze just slightly. you didn't even care if it was laced with anything.
He guided the bottle to make sure nothing spilt from it. you tried to pull away , a hint that you were done and needed a breath of oxygen but he was quick to grab you by the back of the head tilting the bottle with ringed fingers and a stare that kept you still
Your eyes water as you start to choke on the water being forced down your throat as you tried to scream and push him away. the pressure of a hand on the back of your neck turned into a fistful of your hair as you keep thrashing, water spilling down your chin and soaking your shirt. he takes the water bottle away from your lips and pulls your hair back, looking at you with anger spiting the words out.
"let anymore water spill and ill make you lick from the floor"
You were trying to catch your breath, the hand in your hair lets go and instead grabs your face with a firm hand, your lips slick with spit and water that dribbled from your mouth coating his hand as your lips pucker out.
"now finish it"
with a quarter left of water you bring your shaky hands up to take the bottle and look at him, to scared to look away as you down the rest of the bottle.
Just as you were about to beg him there was a loud pounding knock on the door.
both you and Jimin froze, his hand clasped over your mouth as a flash light shined through the curtained window.
"Police open up" Jimin turned to you his eyes harsh and you almost miss the crack of a smirk in his face "looks like we have a guest" you wanted to yell out for help, if you didn't you would be in for days of torture. your freedom was right there behind the wooden door but fear kept you against the fridge door as you watch him pull a shiny knife from the kitchen
"be good" even if you wanted to scream out you couldn't, you felt light headed, just barely grasping your surroundings, Jimin moved towards the door a hand running through his hair to collect himself , opening it with an innocent smile as he greeted the man behind the door, knife behind his back.
"hello officer, how can I help you" the man cleared his throat and your eyes widen "yes hello we got a call from a young lady from this address, says she was in urgent need of help". you couldn't help notice the way jimin’s tongue clicked on the inside of his cheek as he turned to you. he diddnt look panicked or even fazed
"sweetheart can you come here and tell me what this is about, explain yourself " you couldn't believe your ears. you pull shaky hands up to wipe your eyes and your mouth ,you didn't understand what was happening.
As you didn't move you were being gently pulled by Jimin , a hand on your back as a constant reminder.
the man behind the door was attractive, tattooed sleeve and a pierced eyebrow. he drank you in with unsuspecting eyes and you couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling in your gut. "everything alright here mam" he looked concerned as he saw your red puffy eyes.
“y-yes" your voice was tiny as he shined his flash into your eyes. jimin moved behind you in slow steps, the faint clcik of heeled boots as you spoke to the officer
"Hi ,im officer Jeon, you can call me Jungkook" his uniform hugged him tightly and you don't miss the slightly rolled up sleeve revealing tattoos.
"do you carry any drugs or have taken any drugs tonight " he lifted a pierced eyebrow in question, you simply shook your head no. he didn't look convinced as he looked at your appearance. you dont blame him you look a mess.
"im going to need you to take off your clothes so i can be sure you dont have any drugs on your person"
You tried to turn around to look at jimin for any reasurance but he forced your head back to the officer. "w-what" . the officer smiled and it looked reasuring untill he spoke. "be a good girl and take your clothes off"
you cant help the gasp as jimins hand disappear up your shirt again , pulling your shirt up enough to expose your heart print underwear to the officer. "yes she is in need of urgent help" your legs wobbled as you felt the flat of jimins palm cup you
"such a clumsy girl, this is why you cant play with daddys phone"
Jungkook bit his lip watching as jimin worked, the movment of his hands on your breast under the shirt and of couse the one over your underwear
He walked into the house, shutting the door with a kick of his shoe and a final click .
"such a naughty girl" jimin had spoken into the shell of your ear
you couldn't breath , you couldn't breath. you couldn't. jimin tried to lift the shirt off your head, you tried to plead with him and wiggle out of his grip, the shirt dropping back to your thigh.
"this is why you need me, this is why you need me to protect you" he cupped your cheek with his hands and if you were in any other situation this would be a sweet gesture but the contact on your skin burned.
"what if Jungkook got here before me, how he would have reasured you with lies of safty right before fucking you into our couch or even taking you for himself"
you want to be sick, it was all a set up"i-im sorry,i wont do it again". your voice brakes and wavers.
all he did was smile at you sweetly. "i know" you felt a second body up against your back . "no, no , no don't " you tried to elbow the body behind you only to have him grip both hands behind your back and a hand pulling you by the hair to keep you complacent. " haven't broken her in yet park?" you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“what a brat, you have it good you have no idea what people like me would do to you, if i was in my police car doing my routine rounds at night and i happened to see you on the street i would waste no time bending you over the hood of my car, using every hole and leaving you on the side of the road,you think you can trust the police ? darling i am the police and even if you went to the police who would they believe, you ? a dirty little slut or me, a highly respected officer"
you cant trust anyone anymore, not even the people that were suposed to protect you.
you couldn't help the full body shudder as he spoke into your ear. "god iv been wanting to fuck you for so long"
Jungkooks hand moves from your hair to trace down the side of your neck causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
you jump when you feel something cold against the skin of your thigh, freezing in fear . you open your teary eyes to meet Jimins , a tick of his brow and a small smirk as he ran the blunt edge of the knife up your thigh. trying to keep your breathing as shallow as possible as you felt the edge of the blade over your hip. too focused on the the way Jimin was running up your stomach it came as a shock when you felt a palm on your inner thigh, inching higher until you felt his fingers rub over your cunt from behind.
The sudden gasp had your body moving involuntary, the knife getting caught in the shirt, the loud ripping sound filling the room as well as your choked sobs. the front of the shirt had ripped and you didn't know what was worse, Jungkook's slow friction of fingers on your clit or the disappointed tsk that came from Jimin's mouth as he examined the shirt.
Or maybe the fact the firm rub of Jungkook's fingers made you realize that you really needed to pee.
The hard stare made you feel like he was moving under your skin, a smile hidden in his voice as he spoke. "look what you did" your bottom lip trembled as you open your mouth to apologize but comes out a sob when Jungkook moves your underwear to the side, letting his tattooed fingers run along your bare slit.
Your legs give out as you try to escape his touch, pulling away and closer to Jimin but Jimin holds your shoulder back agasint Jungkook's chest as he moves the the knife from your neck down your shirt and piercing the soft material, ripping it right down the center while keeping his eyes locked with yours
you couldn't help but shiver at the cold air and squeeze your eyes tight.
You sucked in a sob as you felt a finger trace around your entrance, pushing in just so slightly a few times before sinking all the way in. you couldn't help but lean your head against his shoulder, small whines leaving you.
Jimin chuckled at the sound of Jungkook's fingers fucking into you as he continued to rip the shirt all the way down the middle. you didn't dare move.
"you like someone elses fingers in your pretty cunt baby, does it feel good" you couldn't think, your brain was fuzzy. " is it that good or are you really just a voiceless fuck doll"
You squirm at the words but still you couldnt make any coherant words.
"wanna get fucked right back into your place ?, it must be so tiring always having to fight me"
All you could feel was the way Jungkook was curling his fingers and the voice of the man worming its way inside of your head
the shirt tears open completely now and with that Jimin steps back to sit in the couch chair behind him, Jungkook following his lead as his fingers slip out of you.
the body heat from behind you was gone and so was the support as your shaky legs give out. Jimin laughs sweetly as you fall on bruised knees.
his laugh and the ache in your abdomen made you cry harder. or maybe it was the fact you couldn't help but feel betrayed, its humiliating and you felt dirty.
Jimins eyes scan your body, your so out of it but you looked so lovely. the way your tears fell made him throb. he wanted to see all of you. "Jungkook spread her legs " he kneeled beside you to pull your legs apart. pulling your ankles down before using your knees to part your legs.
you felt both their eyes on your body. and you tried to close your legs but Jungkook was a lot stronger, spreading them wider at your resistance. you shake your head, still trying to squirm away.
Jimin gave you once last look over before his boot pressed against your clothed clit and you immediately try to close your legs. faded words moans and protests falling from your lips as he rubbed the front of his shoe against you. Jungkook scoffed at the sight of your writhing body and the way your breathing would halt for a second as he rubbed the right spot.
"what a dirty slut, letting someone rub their filthy shoe against your desperate cunt, bet it feels good though doesn't it"
Your body went lax, loosing all fight as you felt something stir in your gut, the need to cum but also the urgent need to pee, all that water you were forced to drink.
"i-i have to- i need to pee" you cant help the quit moans that start to leave your mouth. the hard friction on your clit overwhelming you
“no"
Thast all you got, a stern no and your eyes shoot open to plead with Jimins dark eyes. Jimin makes eyecontact with Jungkook. a silent conversation as Jungkook grabs your hands above your head, the other hand comming down the vally of your breast, teeth nipping at your nipple before stopping at your bladder and applying pressure.
You didn't miss the cruel smirk from Jimin as your body thrashes, back arching and legs snapping shut as you fight the urge to cum and pee all over yourself. you start sobbing again. incoherent words and pleads leaving your mouth, eyes shut to tight in concentration to hold back. the rocking back and forth of Jimins shoe was hard to ignore.
Jungkook does it again, your body jolting each time. "you want to cum then you cum from my shoe and my shoe only" your words were slurred as you spoke. "pee, i-cant" they both chuckled at your regression of words and sentences. everything jimin wanted. he was breaking you as planned.
"then do it"
And that's all you needed as you let go. back arched at the constant rub against you clit also sending you into a shattering orgasm. his shoes didn't let up as you continued to piss yourself, a deep shame in the colour red painting your cheeks and you hid your face in your restrained arms.
When you were done he lifted his shoe from you and letting it back down to the floor. his expensive shoes soaked.
"what a messy girl, cant cum or piss without my command"
he lifted himself off the lounge chair and crouched down beside you. "made such a mess"
He wiped the hair out of your face as well as your stray tears and drool. "now Jungkook is going to clean you all up ok", you felt the pull of underwear down your legs but at this point it was a ghost touch. you felt the cool air hit your soaked slit and shivered.
You didn't fight it. you felt the parting of your legs "no, i dont-" before you could stop it you felt the brush of a tongue on your still sensitive clit and you reach to push his head away in sensitivity, not before Jimin was able to grab your hands and push them back over your head.
"Jungkook is going to make you cum on his tongue and you are going to get my cock nice and wet because daddy is going to fuck your ass because you need to learn a lesson"
you could only whimper as you watch him stand to his full length again, his eyes never leaving yours as he slips out of his blazer coat, leaving him in a white button up, 3 button already undone. his hands resting on his belt as he clicks it open sliding it through the pant loops and letting the belt slide to the floor
your brought back to the situation when Jungkook bites your thigh to bring attention to himself.
You don't know how it happens. your mind is so fuzzy but you end up moving from the living room floor to the comfort of Jimin's bed, Jungkook's tongue back and relentless now companied with a couple of his fingers and Jimin's cock deep in your throat.
"that's it, good girl". you hate the sound of the sobs and gags that come from your mouth as the tears and drool mix and drip from your face.
"cant use your words?, just dumb for cock"
He holds your head, your neck hanging off the bed at a uncomfortable angle, guiding himself down your throat, moaning at the constricted space in your throat as he forces himself further.
"cant wait to fuck you open" he drives his words home with a hard thrust down your throat ,desperate sounds and gulps of air trying to make its way through your mouth.
He doesn't let up and you cant breath. "if you still want to be a big girl then maybe ill invite over some more friends and they can try you out but they wont be as nice as me"
The slide of his cock in your throat burned.
the curl of the fingers inside of you had your back arching, to get away in disgust or out of pleasure your not sure but it only pushed you further, taking Jimin's cock all the way to the base and closer to insanity.
You felt the slip, the long fall to your eventual demise as the hand on your head moved to your neck, pressing down to feel the slide of his own cock working down your throat.
"Do you understand what I'm saying or do I have to dumb it down for you"
You felt fuzzy, the lack of oxygen, the mean words that really did make you feel so dumb and small, the way you were so close to reaching yet another orgasm. you tried you best to speak but nothing much came out except the obscene muffed squelch of the cock in your throat.
Your struggle to speak let alone breath only brought out a chuckle from Jimin "what was that baby?, use your words. I don't really understand your babbling"
With that he slid out of your mouth, leaving you in a mess of spit, tears and your body trembling, fighting to breathe in air all while the fingers inside of you continued to curl. Jungkook trying in earnest to flick at your clit, messy face of drool and a filthy look in his eyes. he could do this all day. detaching his mouth to stand to his full height, fingers never leaving you as he fucked his fingers into you hard. leaving you breathless
Even with your mouth free you couldn't manage any words, only a silent scream, so close to falling into an orgasm . hands at your face trying to cover any dignity you had left. its clear they both found this amusing
Jungkook used his free hand to push his hair out of his eyes. looking down as your body goes pliant to his fingers.
"try to relax sweetheart, you wont be moving for a while, after all you are just a pretty doll right" Jungkook trying to drive his words further picked up the pace of his now cramping wrist.
Jimin continued on, a vindictive tone bleeding into your ears " a pretty voiceless doll for us to use". you couldn't help the coil in your stomach. "wouldn't it be nice to just let go "
yes
Jungkook takes his soaked fingers out and he flips you over to lay on your stomach. its all just so blurry.
"remember, dolls don't talk" and with he presses one finger against the rim. you never been touched there. well you had never been touched anywhere before Jimin touched you. now a complete Stanger touching in such an embarrassing intimate place had you shiver.
You subconsciously tried to pull away from the intrusion as the uncomfortable feeling in your gut pulled at your mind but you couldn't do much when you felt pressure on your leg. Jimins knee digging painfully into your leg while Jungkook grabbed the other and spread you further apart.
"i-i cant " you were hushed with another finger, your eyes squeezing shut at the slight pain.
"good doll, taking it so well"
You could feel their eyes burning into your skin as the fingers continue to sink into you. they were going to fuck every hole you had, filling you up so beautifully, fucking into you over and over, filling your holes over and over until overstimulation would wrack your body whole and leaving you a mess of your self.
Your fingers weakly grip the pillow beside you, sinking your face in it as you felt the fingers slide out of you before the blunt end of a familiar cock was being pressed up against your ass. the soft yet firm hand running across the base of your spine eliciting goosebumps and a deep warmth in your tummy.
"be a good doll and be still for me"
You feel hands at your waist pulling you up but another hand is quick to push your head back into the pillow, only leaving your ass in the air. the slide of his cock was slow as he sunk into your pussy first. loving the way your walls cling so desperately in your stubborn defiance , he was going to break any fight left in you he thought as he completely bottoms out.
He blanketed you in this soft false comfort, completly stilled as he runs a soothing hand across your ass (still sore) before shattering that comfort by pulling back and fucking back into you hard. you couldnt help the involentary noise that fell from your mouth , legs begging to give out but you were still being held tightly by your waist.
you couldn't even get the words out or think before he did it again, fucking into you. the way he would fuck had you gasping for air. Jimin continued to fuck you like this, Jungkook in your ear whispering switching from praise to humiliating words, making your gut twist.
"shhh, does that feel good , doing so well" to "you like being a dumb mindless cock sleeve" you couldn't reply even if you wanted to. Jungkook's fingers in your mouth and the words playing at your weak mind, Jimin fucking you open now at a mean pace and you just couldn't do it anymore.
He felt the shift, god he felt the way your limbs gave up all fight, still he had to punish you liked he promised and Jungkook still needed his turn. he pulled out, a soft muffled whine from you.
“ I think I made it very clear what happens when you don’t listen to me sweetheart, what happened to all that attitude"
you felt the slight push of him against the rim of your ass as if tempting you to fight back, you dont, instead your eyelids flutter shut as you feel the weight of your body sink into the mattress.
“thats it baby, so good for me" he was going to fuck you dumb and when hes done with you he will pass you on to the man beside you, still fully clothed as Jimin had ordered him to be. he wasn't stupid afterall, you belonged to him only, every hole . Jungkook was just a tool for your punishment and he was willing to wait and listen for his say so.
keeping eye contact with Jungkook he pushed all the way inside your ass leaving you to sob quietly into the pillow at the new sensation and the pain. it took Jungkook all the willpower in his body not to touch himself or to just turn you over and fuck you into next week but he wasn't the one in charge here.
he tipped his head back, the scene in front of him and Jimin's gaze being to much as his cock stirred.
Jimin fucked at a unforgiving pace making you spew nothing but nonsense, words leaving his mouth but you couldn't quiet put them together
"that's it just feel it"
""you love it don't you"
"you love that you don't get to decide, don't need to decide, You don't decide, you just get to be my mindless doll”
It's was so simple and as you feel the pleasure you were fighting all this time you cant help but feel how easy it is to fall. so easy . your weak for his words, for his control, for the way he holds you down into the bed as he fucks you. You love it, Need it, Crave it be cause you never got to decide, You never decided, because you are his and he wil do to you as he wants.
You felt his breath against your ear as he laughed at your fucked out expression. it really suited you. "so greedy letting me take your ass, need your other hole filled don't you"
You vaguely felt the shift of him turning you onto your back, back to were you started. your eyes glaze over as he picked back up on his pace, you felt the throb of him inside of you and you wanted to cum so badly yet nothing could make its way out of your mouth other then the hiccups of pleasure as your body thrust in time with his.
"gonna let Jungkook fuck your ass too?, going to let him fill you up" with this you heard the small growl of another person beside you.
he was breathless, watching your tear stained face fade in and out of a state of alertness. watching as your stomach tenses. Jungkook plays with your nipple and Jimin held you by the hips
“say thankyou doll” you could hardly keep up with the pleasure, voice bouncing as you thank whoever was touching you, that's all Jimin needed to cum. any sense of an orgasm leaving you as he pulls out of you, cum leaking down your ass. you wanted to cry. you wanted it. you wanted to cum. it was sick.
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Jimin wiped at his hair with a smirk, Jimin looked like sin, his own cum dripping down his thighs as he ran a towel over his sweaty hairline. Jungkook, fists clenched as his sides. he just wanted to sink into you. wanted to fuck you until you pass out.
"get up" he was quick to his feet it was almost embarrassing, Jimin didn't think so, he was amused at how pained the boy looked, call him a sadist but he loved the control. loved the way the boy basically ripped at his buttoned shirt with little to no control.
Jungkook was so hard it was painfull. he felt like a dog on a leash listening to commands and Jimin was about to release the leash. he gripped Jungkook with a dry hand, not pumping or moving his hand in any way.
"remember Kookie, im in charge" with that he spat at the tip of Jungkook's cock , letting it drip down to the base as his hands worked the spit. the wet sound of a hand on his dick filling his ears as Jimin pumped him, thumb moving over the head.
Jungkook couldn't help the shiver but nodded in agreement. Jimin owed him this, it was his efforts to take care of your missing case to keep Jimin protected.
He looked over to your twitching body as Jimin guided him, lining him up at your entrance. "wake up baby, its not over yet" you felt the slap of Jungkooks cock against your clit before slowing sinking in.
Jungkook couldnt help but curse at the warmth and the fact that Jimins cum was still leaking from your ass as he fucked into your cunt. he didn't want to wait, didn't want to savor the feeling he just wanted to fuck and he was feeling angry that he had been waiting for so long, and the smug look on Jimin's face the whole time he fucked you.
He fucked you hard. leaving you screaming to which Jimin had to cover your mouth with his hand, you were so fucking loud but his ears were death to your pleas. he didn't care, wasn't his job to care, the only job he had was to break you.
the night continued this way. you being fucked over and over again until you learned to be the perfect little doll. if this didn't work Jimin had other ways to break you, it was all a matter of time.
notes: hi so I'm very new to writing and this is the first thing i have written and so I'm nervous and don't think its very good but anyway please request things and let me know if this is ok?
So, I'm with this fic in my head. It is quite old maybe...
It was something like the reader was upset with Hoseok (he's a dom/boyfriend on the fic) so he proposes to her that she can punish him. So she ties him to a chair, then the whole thing happens and she drops from her mindset and Hoseok is like "OK. Untie me now" cuz he's worried for her
If by any miracle someone knows where did this go, please tell me
summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure
genre: smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au
word count: 1.7k
warnings: dry humping, sleep sex/wet dream, feverishly rough sex, choking, technically dubcon but she was genuinely fine with it, slut shaming, cheating (?), basically jimin fucks you hard but he thinks he’s dreaming, creampie, unprotected sex
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You woke up, the events of the morning seemingly like a world away. You became conscious suddenly to a warm presence snuggled up behind you. Jimin and you had talked for a while before returning to the party. You stayed back late helping him clean up until you both passed out from exhaustion.
The tension had been uncomfortable. Jimin decided not to bring up Taehyung’s outburst, and you too avoided the topic entirely. It was too confusing.
Jimin’s arms were wrapped around your hips tightly, his fingers gently stroking your stomach. He was totally knocked out, you could tell by the way he whimpered slightly when you tried to move. You sighed, trapped by him completely. You tried to wiggle your way out but as you shook your hips you felt something graze against your ass.
He was hard. Really hard.
Your eyes widened, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t his fault, you knew morning wood was a thing, and seeing how pressed up the two of you were, it was bound to happen. You tried to move again, but it only caused him to press even more into your soft flesh. A shaky breath left his lips at the contact. His hands loosened and slowly began sliding down your bikini bottom. You gasped.
“Jimin what are you doing” You hissed. No response was heard, all you felt was Jimin’s cock desperately prying for freedom from his trunks, now against your bare ass. He slowly rolled his hips, humming in pleasure. “Jimin. JIMIN.” He was still asleep, you realized.
You could move, but you knew if you moved now he would wake up, and then he would ask what happened. And you really didn’t want to have to deal with that. Or maybe. You liked the feeling.
You wondered what Jimin must be thinking about. Was it you he was fucking in his dreams? He had denied you earlier. Your heart dropped as you recalled his cruel comment about Taehyung having came in you, and that grossing him out so much he refused to have sex with you.
As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize the way Jimin’s hands had found your breasts, pulling you back into him with all his strength. You moaned in surprise. The feeling of his hands, slightly dry from the day in the pool but so large, covering the entirety of your breast and clutching it as if he was holding on for dear life.
You could feel his heart pounding against you. You wiggled your ass against him, seeing if he would react. He let out a high pitched whine, which cause goosebumps to spread across you. He sounded hot. You felt yourself getting wetter.
Apparently so did Jimin, because his hips bucked into you, his bulge dancing past your entrance in a quick thrust. You squealed at the sensation. The fact that he was acting involuntarily, following nothing but instinct, turned you on beyond reason. You felt him exhale heavily, his hot breath tickling the nape of your neck. He bucked his hips again, harsher this time, whining incessantly.
You could feel how bad his cock wanted to tear through the fabric and feel you. He thrust again. Then again. Harder. And harder. His hands clutching your breasts more aggressively each time. You couldn’t help but scream. It felt so good. He was like a dog just humping you so aggressively in heat. You felt animalistic and you loved it. You pushed back into him more, spreading your legs so he could rut right where you craved him.
His pace quickened. If anyone had walked into the room at that moment, they would see Jimin, eyes shut and lips parted, humping into your ass like there was no tomorrow, and you, pretty much naked, a moaning mess with your eyes rolling back in bliss.
“Jimin” You exhaled, turning your head as much as you could to try to see him. “Fuck, Jimin baby you feel so good”
His face was blushed pink, sweat forming at his forehead. He groaned as you spread your legs even more, allowing your wetness to seep through the fabric of his shorts. He let out a low growl.
Suddenly his eyes flew open, but he didn't stop. He was completely gone, you could see it in his expression. He his were lustful, almost frightening. He met your eyes briefly, not even comprehending who you were or what was happening before he flipped you over and yanked down his trunks. He grabbed your neck with both of his hands as he shoved his cock inside of you without any warning. You screamed out, not expecting the large girth. You were luckily wet enough for him to get inside you without too much resistence, but the speed had you crying out.
“Jimin—“ You tried to choke out but Jimin’s grip on you tightened. He fucked himself into you harshly, groaning at the way your pussy clenched down on him. He lowered himself so his chest was flush against your back as he continued to roll his hips into you. He grazed his teeth across your jaw before sucking it harshly. “Holy fuck” You muttered under your breath.
His pace picked up relentlessly, as if it were even possible for him to fuck you faster. Each thrust was practically splitting you opn. You tried to spread wider but you physically couldn’t. You were ruined under him, and you loved it. You felt yourself teasing your own edge with his cock hitting you in all the right ways. You cried out, nodding your head like an idiot, knowing full well that Jimin did not know nor care what you were doing.
You came like an avalanche, your body twitched and writhed under Jimin. You felt like you were going to lose your voice with how loud you were screaming as his pistoling cock did not give you a second to breathe. You gushed against him, your slick cum making his thrusts even easier. Before you knew it you felt him shoot hot com through you as he let out a loud moan. He buried himself as far into you as he could, pushing your face up against the headboard as his hands practically stopped your breathing. You felt dizzy, but so so good. He recoiled, laying down on top of you then, the full weight of him crushing you.
“Jimin!” You shouted as your ribs felt weak under the pressure. He blinked a few times before he suddenly jumped off of you.
“Oh my god” He whispered, looking at you, with his cum messily dripping down your legs and on your ass. You turned slowly, the soreness beginning to catch up with you. “What the fuck happened”
You exhaled, laughing slightly, “You tell me”
He shook his head frantically, worry filling his eyes, “Oh my god y/n…fuck…no. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this. I had no idea I…” His face reddened, “I thought I was dreaming”
You giggled, curling your finger and motioning him towards you. He obeyed, crawling into your embrace. He held you like you were a delicate piece of glass that he almost shattered.
“I know. You were wild”
“I didn’t fuck” His frustration was evident as you stroked his back calmly, “I didn’t want our first time to be like this”
“Yeah I mean, being conscious is definitely better” You joked. Jimin shook his head.
“I can’t believe my dick has just been where Taehyung’s has. EW” He shuddered, looking at you in horror. Your face dropped.
“W…what? That’s still your issue?”
Jimin sighed, stroking your hair, “Would you wanna suck my dick if I had it stuffed in someone else’s vagina the day before?”
You shrugged. You guessed you understood his perspective, but that didn’t make his words hurt less. Jimin kissed your cheek.
“Please don’t take it the wrong way baby. It was so good. You felt so good. And I want you so bad. But it’s…too soon. I still just can’t believe you’d just let someone so random touch you like that.”
You nodded, wanting to put the discussion to rest before you bit his head off in retaliation. You reached over for your phone, seeing a few missed messages.
tae: im so sorry princess
You chuckled, raising your eyebrows. Taehyung was the last person who needed to apologize here. You glanced at Jimin, who was also on his own phone, hand caressing your thigh absentmindedly.
y/n: don’t be sorry omg. wanna hang?
“Do you wanna grab lunch?” Jimin asked softly, without looking up, “There’s a new taco place that opened up near here. I know you love Mexican so”
Your heart clenched.
tae: yeah i can pick you up. u still at jimin’s?
“Jimin” Your voice wavered. You had never been so conflicted in your life. Jimin was amazing, you adored him. He knew you better than anyone else and was so so sweet. But somehow this whole sex thing was making you question your willingness to redefine your relationship into something more. You weren’t sure if it was because of how amazing it felt to fuck Taehyung, or because Jimin was being an unapologetic little bitch about your promiscuity. “I think I need some space”
y/n: yeah, sounds good. b out in a few
He turned quickly, his eyes sad. You hated that you even had to have this conversation at all, “I just need some time to myself to figure stuff out. I’m not leaving you, I’ll come back. I’m just not sure if I wanna jump into this right now”
His eyes darkened and he pursed his lips. “Oh, okay” He faked a smile and kissed your nose again, lingering. “Just text me okay. Whenever. Whenever you’re done…doing what you need to do” You nodded. You got dressed and Jimin gave you some clothes. As you walked out the door his grabbed your wrist lightly.
“Y/n” His eyes were watery, “I’m still here for you okay. Please…” He inhaled sharply, “Don’t leave me”
You gave him a small smile, “I won’t Jimin”
“Promise?”
You swallowed your guilt and nodded. You walked out to the street and looked at your phone.
tae: i’m down the curb. same car.
You grinned, turned and waved one last time to Jimin, before walking away, your fingers excitedly tapping your phone.
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