Dibujo que hice, y para ser sincera, quiero dibujar como sería la vestimenta de estos si se llegan a casar/Drawing I did, and to be honest, I want to draw how they would dress if they got married.
Summary: she just has to choose him, and he will be the filter that will illuminate the picture of her life.
Pairings: yandere lover!Jimin x married fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)
Genre: infidelity!au, yandere!au, smut
Disclaimer: this story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it.
Warnings: obsessive behaviour, manipulation, age gap (OC 7 years older), sad jimin :(, unprotected sex (OC is on pill), oral(f.), praise kink?, lovesick!jimin, sub!jimin?, mention of death character, OC is different :D
Word count: 1.9k+
A/N: i hope my smut scenes are not boring and repetitive to you :) I’m doing my best to try not to make them look the same, so forgive me if they do look that way x)
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” Jimin whispered between their voracious kisses, his voice filled with longing as he pressed her bare body between his own and the bed after pulling her inside his apartment and bedroom.
“I missed you too, baby.” Her hands were busy playing with his soft hair while one hand of his was cupping one of her breasts. “You were on my mind every fucking minute.”
His eyes lit up, a bright smile adorning his face as he looked up at her, “Yeah? Even when you were with him?”
He took one of her nipple into his mouth and began taking turns between sucking and circling his tongue around it as the other breast was squeezed and massaged lightly, making her quiver with arousal and want.
His lips ended on hers again, taking her lower lip lightly between his teeth, staring, “When he was kissing you?”
The hand previously on her breast moved down, fingers reaching her folds and rubbing her clit.
She arched her back and spread her legs, a soft, brief moan escaping her lips.
“When he was touching you?” his hot breath now fanned the shell of her ear, lips brushing as he spoke.
Quickly he moved down her body and she whimpered at the loss of his touch, making him grin.
He wrapped her legs around his shoulders and dived in, his tongue twirling and licking until he could turn her into a moaning mess.
He pushed his fingers in and out of her, causing her to tug on his red locks and her toes to curl.
“Ah- Jimin- fuck-”
He stopped, pinching her clit and she wailed slightly, surprised but thrilled by that gesture.
He growled, “Look at me and answer my questions.”
Their eyes met, their erratic breaths filling the room, feeling at its best the yearning reflected in their obs and spreading it throughout their bodies.
“Yes, yes! When I’m with him, when he kisses me, touches me, fucks me-”
His kiss cut her off, a growl escaping his throat from the burning jealousy and possessiveness invading his chest and guiding his actions.
His fingers were again thrusting in and out of her, a dark glint in his eyes.
He hissed when he saw her smirk, gritting his teeth, “You love watching me like this, right? Making me feel second to him?”
She moaned, arching her back and running her fingers through his hair before pulling at it.
Her gaze darkened, a sinister grin and a mocking sparkle in her orbs coming into view, making him stop his movements and gulp, “Want to be second to none? Think you are worth it?” Her hand slid down and palmed his length, squeezing a few times and hearing him whine.
“Yes, yes! Ngh- I’m worth more than him!” His eyes were glistering, desperate to convey his love, more whimpers leaving his mouth at the feeling of her hand pumping his cock, “I can make you- ah- feel better! I can appreciate you better! I can fuck you better!”
“Then show me, baby boy. Fuck me raw better than him. ”
His brain stopped working, eyes wide, breath knocked out of his lungs and heart racing. But he did not let her tell him twice.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, he entered her without waiting for another second, stretching her out deliciously and making her gasp.
His eyes never left her face. Observing how drops of sweat would fall down her temples. How her eyes were shut and her mouth open from the pleasure he was giving her. How amazing and mind-blowing was to feel her bare for the first time. How their bodies were melding together while speeding up his pace.
“Noona- ngh- noona…”
“Shit- you’re so fucking good, baby. Fuck- Such a good boy, fucking me better than my husband.” Shivers ran down his entire body, euphoria taking over his mind at her words. “I’m gonna take you well, making you cum inside me.”
He hid his face in the crook of her neck, slamming into her once more, getting him in even deeper to hit her favorite spot.
She sobbed, clenching around his cock. Her arms went around his back and nails dug into his skin. His grunts and her moans turning them on even more.
“Yes, there- fuck- oh, my God! You’re so good- I’m- baby-“
He was shuddering, living for her praises and her.
“Ah- Noona, tell me you’re mine,” a shaky plea, looking at her, his thrusts erratic. “Tell me- Tell me I’m the only one, please. Noona-“
He was so close and he knew she was too, but he wanted to hear it. He craved for it.
“I’m yours, fucking yours, baby-“
He kissed her, their moans muffled by their lips. They shuddered as she tightened around him and he came inside her.
Jimin laid his head on her breasts while they both tried to catch their breaths, still inside her.
She smiled, a hand gently caressing his back up and down as the other played with his hair.
“This feels so nice…” He sighed dreamily, closing his eyes. “You and me.”
“I know. It’s perfect.”
He raised his head and smiled, “Like you. Perfect for me like I’m perfect for you.”
She gave him a peck, biting her bottom lip at his fluttering and sweet words that would make anyone fall at his feet.
And she giggled, pleasing his ears. But the ringtone customized for that obstacle between them ruined the mood.
His smile died when he felt her fingers tap his back to urge him to move and make her get up. Reluctantly he did so and watched her disappear from the room to the living room to get the bag he had thrown on the floor out of impatience to claim her.
The soft tone in which she began to speak to him made him grit his teeth and ball his hands into fists.
He knew she now had a sweet smile adorning her face, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. Blinking slowly with a focused expression on what he was telling her, occasionally humming when he spoke.
Little details he noticed when she was with him that he believed were meant only for him, but it turned out he had been wrong all along.
Lost in his own world, he had not been aware of her presence and her knowing gaze on him.
When she bent over to kiss him, he came back to reality. As soon as he saw her expression, he guessed what she wanted to tell him and his heart sank.
“I’m sorry. He came back early from his business trip and planned a dinner out for the two of us for tonight.”
He scoffed, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She pressed her lips into a thin line, a pang of sadness and guilt hitting her chest.
She knelt before him, cupping his face, “My baby, my love. We just have to wait.”
“Why not divorce now?”
“Just wait a little bit. The right time will come and we’ll get rid of him. I promise.” Their lips touched again and she smiled, “Shall we shower together? You made a mess down there. I think you need to change the sheets, too.”
Jimin smiled back, chuckling at her words, “I always make a mess between you and me, Yoora Noona.”
She smacked his arm and a laugh came out of both their mouths.
Jimin watched as she gathered her clothes and took a new pair of underwear from the wardrobe drawer he had emptied for her.
Same scene every time. The same scene that always made him feel the urge to screw it all up and take her away with him. And that made him realize that nothing would change.
A casual encounter that had taken place in an art gallery, where they had discussed what they perceived from the paintings hanging on the walls of it, had led to another series of meetings there and created between the two an understanding that he did not believe would blossom into love.
A love he had to hide under layers, filters of simple acquaintance.
An acquaintance with the same passion for art.
Did he seriously believe she would leave him? He was pathetic.
But he was also in love with a woman who truly made him feel alive, important, wanted.
Yet she was hiding him like a filter hiding imperfections in a photo.
But oh, he was not an imperfection. He was what she needed every day, the one who would change her life and fulfill her every wish.
She just had to pick and choose him.
Entrust herself to him and only him, and he would be the filter that would illuminate the picture of her life.
She was hesitating, though, because of that excuse of a husband.
And it was at that moment, as he was kissed by her and the front door was closed, leaving him alone one more time, that he decided to let out a side of himself that had begun to grow and destroy his sanity even more.
A side that had on its conscience the death of a married man, satisfied with how Yoora had returned into his arms after the news, talking about how it still shocked her – it was someone she had once loved, knowing he was gone had its own effect.
“The funeral will be in two days. I still can’t believe it.”
Jimin placed his lips on her forehead before rubbing his cheek against her head, pulling her closer under the blanket, “Try to sleep now, love. I’m here.”
Now it was all over. He could see her walking around the house at all hours, having a good morning and good night kiss, feeling her warmth and presence without fear of seeing her leave in a hurry.
They could be together in the open without any problems, no subterfuge, no imperfections masked by something else.
And he smiled at his thoughts, drifting off to sleep with the woman he loved.
As a result, he could not hear the happy humming fill the room as one of her hands gently brushed his face.
A sinister smile tugged at her lips, “See Jimin? All it took was the right moment. And getting rid of him was easy. You did really a good job.”
Yoora was ecstatic. It was better than she has expected.
When they had met, she had sensed something different about him. Something that had attracted her like a magnet to him.
And when she had gotten to know him more closely, her instinctive thought had been confirmed.
All it took was a little push and she would bring out his true self concealed by so many different filters. And there he was.
It had taken years, but she had finally succeeded. She thought he was her husband, but Jimin- oh, Jimin was on a whole other level.
The person her deceased mother had said she would find in due time. A person who would be someone different whenever he wanted, who would fulfill everything like a genie, placing her first as a priority.
Jimin was perfect.
They both disguised one part of them behind another that came out with the right person, complementing each other.
Like when you pick a filter, and a change would occur.
It could come out the way you want or go in a completely different direction. Maybe show more of what you didn’t want to show.
It would be a mess.
But it was not something to worry about. Using another filter to conceal the one put before was an everyday occurance, after all.
She just had to make sure she was careful not to expose more than she had to.
Now her mother would be happy. She had found the right one.
Pleasure is mine, and no worries, im not gonna cause trouble, just me and my partner trying new things like work.
*Sips coffee*
Jiyu: Ah. You're married then? I am as well. My wife is the cutest bitch *she puts a dollar into a jar full of money* you'll ever meet. Just don't eat her cupcakes unless their in her bakery.
Nebula: Her baked goods are delectable~! I buy there all the time.
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