Excerpt: ‘ Your face had spread into a smirk, reaching over you pulled one of the cameras off the stand and brought it over so the audience could see his wrecked out form better. ’
Genre: smut, camboy! jimin
Length: 1.1k
A/N: so this happened,, and there are loads of parts but it’s so much fun to write so i’m not complaning. if you want to see anything make a request and please show some suPPORT!!! cus i need motivation to churn these out no matter how much i love them lol rip
this chapter is mainly setting up a realtionship and foundation but its gonna get real dirty in the following chapters
Warnings: bdsm
"I'm awake," Jimin turned to look at you, shoulders rising and falling in a deep sleep, but instead he moved to lay on your chest, "Y/N pay attention to me." You let out a raspy groan, your eyes slowly opening to be greeted with his black bed hair and wide mischevious smile.
With another moan, you raised your arms and Jimin's smiled widened as he closed his eyes ready for a hug before he was abruptly shoved off of your warm chest with a grunt, "we're not on camera anymore, stop being a brat."
Jimin's eyes blinked open before he smirked, you were sitting up and adjusting the strap that attached your stockings to the garter that hugged your waist and he was so busy studying your figure that he didn't notice you snap your fingers in front of his face, causing him to jump back.
"Like something you see?" you chuckled, pushing up from the bed before you stumbled forward slightly, your legs weaker than you had predicted from last night's activities. But the time on your alarm clock warned you that you didn't have time to whine about your sore muscles when you had a morning sermon that you couldn't afford to miss, literally.
"You need to shower, you stink." You turned to glare at Jimin, who was tucked up in his bed and with a smirk, you yanked the sheets off of his body before running towards the shower and hopping into the shower.
Jimin couldn't help but smile as he watched you run off, he had become so used to your dominant persona in front of the camera that seeing you flustered was a surprise. He knew he had worn you out last night, but you had reaped your revenge through one of the most gruelling sessions he could remember of orgasm denial, and he had loved every second of it.
He jumped up from his bed, grabbing his computer before narrowly missing walking smack into the camera that had been a present from one of your old fans and had captured last nights show; Jimin was determined to get your coffee in your favourite baby pink flask before you ran off to your lecture, and he was so used to this routine everything was ready for when you ran into the kitchen, hair wet and face flushed.
"Thanks, Minnie," you blew him a kiss before turning your head away in embarrassment, running out of the door to cover up your embarrassing gesture. He found your shyness an endearing quality and would usually tease you about it, but you had disappeared so fast Jimin didn't get the chance to say anything.
Instead, he stayed seated, grinning at the door as he tried to let your blushing face stay frozen in his mind before he settled down at the breakfast counter, opening his laptop to read the statistics from last night's video.
Your agent had emailed him, and placing an elbow onto the table he yawned as he read through the comments, most of them the same as normal until he found a comment requesting he debut solo. His heart stopped.
Jimin had found out about the industry from you, one of his closest friends who was also struggling with college debts and you had boasted of the pay you were receiving, Jimin had been sold when he found out what it entailed. At first, you had performed together because you wanted to give him a fanbase, but Jimin realised that he had no idea what to do when you weren't leading him with your smirks and punishments.
Yet every morning after your performances, you and Jimin were still only friends albeit very close friends but you shared a non-romantic relationship. Your acts on the tape where the type to have no strings attached and sometimes Jimin wished that wasn't what it was like, however off camera you weren't the sadistic dominant you played and although he was a brat through and through, Jimin preferred to be in control.
His hands smoothed over the grazed skin on his wrists, looking down in feint alarm at the red marks the rope had left and he knew he would have to wear a baggy hoodie to his class in the afternoon. With a sigh he stood and walked into the bathroom, gasping before a smile spread on his face in amusement at all the bruises littering his collarbones, your favourite place to mark and the purpling hand marks on his throat.
Jimin shuddered lightly at the memory, your cold hand around his neck as you pushed him into the bed. As with the other hand, you slowly removed the cock ring, your head dipping down for what he thought was a kiss, but in seconds you had sucked his bottom lip into your mouth and bitten down with a smirk.
He remembered feeling like he was exploding, all the dry orgasms prior to this had been nothing to the sight of white ribbons shooting onto his chest, covering the decorative leather that had been covering his chest. Your face had spread into a smirk, reaching over you pulled one of the cameras off the stand and brought it over so the audience could see his wrecked out form better.
Then you turned it to yourself, "thanks for the amazing session sweeties, see you soon!" Just the memory of that look in your eyes that quickly faded as the red light stopped blinking, as you scooped Jimin into a big hug before you pulled back too quickly untie him, muttering 'sorry's under your breath.
"Was I too rough?" Jimin couldn't remember much of what happened after that question, most likely he had fallen asleep, but this morning as he sat scrolling through the website he realised that he was the only star not to have posted a solo video. His thighs rubbed together at the thought of being alone and yet a part of him wanted it, so he could make you record it and then tease you until you were begging him to fill you up.
Without giving it any more thought, Jimin began to type a request to your agent and squeezing his eyes closed he hit send before he could regret it. After sending the email, Jimin went back to browsing the internet, proofreading an essay and as he got to the second paragraph his phone began to ring when he noticed it was you he smiled and picked it up.
"So my baby boy wants to go solo?"
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