▻ Pixie Dust
↳ Fairy Jimin x Human f.Reader
⤜ Fallen Fae AU
⤜ Strangers to Lovers | angst, smut, mild fluff
⤜ Rating: MA 🔞
⤜ WC: 8,171
⤜ Summary: Fairies aren't just beings from folklore or something cute to be for Halloween...at least, not when they're named Park Jimin. He needs your help to recover his power so he can return to his own world; you agree without realizing just how close you have to get in order to do so.
⚠️ Alcohol drinking, Kissing. Praise. Touching over clothing/grinding. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Multi Orgasms. Blowjob. Fingering. V. Sex.
Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.
Chapter 1: Shooting Star
Chapter 2: Body Glitter
Story is complete.
Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ October 2021 “Ethereally Sinful” Writing Event.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/12
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Lee Siyeon
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, read that tag again, burn so slow we're thawing a mammoth from an iceberg with a zippo, but once starts to melt it melts like an ice cube in hell, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, pixie jimin, Human Jungkook, jimin is an independent pixie who needs one (1) man and that's okay, jimin hates humans and that's okay too, i know my track record but i promise a real happy ending okay okay
Summary:
Jimin is a pixie stuck in a human body. While helping Jimin reclaim his wings from the doctor who stole them, Jungkook introduces Jimin to the joys of human life like throwing bricks at cop cars and trying not to fall in love.
↳ Fairy Jimin x Human f.Reader
⤜ Strangers/Lovers
⤜ Rating: MA 🔞
⤜ WC: 4,558
⚠️ Edging. Orgasm Denial. Multi Orgasms. Blowjob. Fingering. Sex.
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"Mmm, kitten, you have no idea how grateful I am," Jimin sighs against your neck, his hand slowing to a more soothing pace.
"How about you show me how grateful you are?" You suggest, a little breathless.
He lets out a chuckle that reverberates through his chest. "Bold, so bold. I like that," he whispers, his lips brushing against your neck with each word.
The hand pressed against you stops its movements and you whine in protest. Jimin just tuts softly, shaking his head as he drops to his knees before you. Your eyes follow him down. A thrill goes through you as you take in how unbelievably beautiful Jimin looks kneeling in front of you. His fingers delicately untie your boots, loosening the strings and helping you step out of them.
Jimin stands, a coy smile on his face. He steps around behind you, bringing his hands up to your shoulders. His fingers pluck at the fabric of your bodysuit. "Zipper," you murmur, rolling your shoulders back into his touch.
"I'll get there, kitten, don't you worry." His hands move slowly down, gliding over your shoulder blades and the soft swell of your lower back. He stops, letting his fingertips graze over the top of your ass, then sighs softly. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."
You push your hips back making your ass press against his upper thighs. You can feel his half-hard cock against the small of your back. His fingers dig in where they're resting at the top of your ass. He grunts softly as you shift slightly up onto the balls of your feet, letting your ass slide up and rub against him. "Jimin?" He hums in response. "Don't make me wait," you plead softly.
"So eager," he praises. "Okay, kitten, let's see what you're hiding under here." His hands go back to your shoulders, sweeping across them until they're at the nape of your neck. The bodysuit is tight, it took both you and Reed giving your best efforts in order to get it on you. It hugs your shapely body, accentuating the curves and lines. You're not sure you've ever wanted to curse a garment more in your life; hopefully, it's easier to take off than it was to put on.
Chills follow the zipper down your spine, stopping just at the swell of your ass. His hands are warm as they slip under the fabric at the top of your back. He gently pushes the suit open, working to expose your shoulders. You silently thank Reed for suggesting you forgo a bra, one less thing to worry about right now.
He continues to work the fabric, gently tugging it down your arms. You close your eyes and sigh as the front slips down exposing your breasts to the night air. It's relatively decent weather, but goosebumps pop up across your skin for reasons other than the slight chill in the air. The way Jimin moves his hands, fingers brushing your exposed skin so delicately, has your breath quickening and your heart threatening to beat right out of your now exposed chest. You let out a small, breathy sigh as your nipples pebble into tight buds.
Jimin frees your arms from the sleeves, letting the top of the bodysuit fall loose. His hands come to your hips and he hooks his thumbs into the fabric. You can feel his breath on your neck, warm puffs on every exhale. "Jimin," you breathe, biting your bottom lip. He noses against the nape of your neck as his hands begin to push the bodysuit down and over your hips.
"Your body is so beautiful, kitten," he murmurs against your neck. He trails kisses down your spine as he continues to push your bodysuit down, hands gliding smoothly along your thighs and calves. You step out of the suit, kicking it to the side. You go to turn around and face him but his hands grip your hips and keep you facing away. "I'm not done," you can feel the breath of his words at the small of your back.
The thin and dainty fabric of your lacy black thong is the only barrier remaining. "Oh," you jump slightly in surprise as Jimin's tongue darts out and glides just over the top of the band. "Fuck." The word leaves your mouth in a whisper. Jimin pinches the lace to either side of your hips and you hear the faintest ripping of fabric before realizing your panties are now just hanging between your thighs. "Jimi-"
"Shh," Jimin cuts off your protest with a harsh smack to your ass. Your eyes go wide and your body goes stiff. You can't remember the last time someone actually spanked you, you can't recall if you like it or not. Your mouth gapes, thoughts empty as you try to scramble for some coherency. "I said I wasn't done, kitten." He rubs a hand soothingly over the stinging skin where his hand landed.
Satisfied after a moment more of soothing you, he grips your ass and kneads the supple flesh in both hands. You can feel every time his thumbs apply pressure, your cheeks slightly separating and exposing you. You know exactly what he can see every time he moves his hands. You're also faintly aware of the arousal you know must be coating you between your thighs. Your feet shift slightly, opening your stance. You feel the ripped fabric of your underwear fall free as you rotate your hips, pushing your ass back and opening you up a little more to him.
The dark chuckle that comes from Jimin makes you throb. "Please," you offer in a half audible plea. Your body aches to be touched, to be used.
He snakes a finger between your thighs, aimed right for your weeping pussy. Jimin wraps his other arm around your hips to keep you from pitching forward. His finger slips in easily with a soft squelching noise barely heard over your now ragged breathing. "Mmm, you're already so wet, kitten. Are you that eager to help me get home?" You nod, not trusting your voice for words. "I can't hear you," he adds a second digit, moving them slowly in and out.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," you babble, hands gripping the arm caged around your hips for support.
"Good girl." He gives one last thrust of his fingers and as he's pulling them from your body you feel like the warmth between your thighs goes with them. Black spots enter your vision and you would sway where you stand if it wasn't for his arm around you. That's weird. You pant, lips trembling slightly as you try to catch your breath. "Now, you get to help me." Jimin stands up and slowly turns you to face him. You blink several times, eyes flicking over his features. Did he get more handsome? Are the lights brighter?
He tilts his head to the side, the coy smile seemingly never having left his lips. Taking a moment to marvel at you, his eyes slowly trail from your toes up to your face. He bites his lip and lets out a satisfied grunt. Holding his hands out to either side, his eyes flick from yours down to his chest and back.
"Oh, right." The corners of your mouth turn up in a grin. You feel slightly silly like your head is full of bubbles. Licking your lips you let your eyes roam over his frame again. The shirt looks normal but as your eyes catch the beautiful blue and white wings protruding from his back you're not sure how to go about taking it off.
You finger the hem of his shirt, the smooth silk feels cool between your fingers. You look up, raising an eyebrow in question. "Ties," he states simply. You hum in response, quickly stepping around behind him. This is your first real look at his wings. They're thin like gossamer, giving everything you see through them a slight turquoise hue. There are intricate but delicate patterns decorating them, like some spun web of glitter strings and jewels. He clears his throat and shifts his shoulders, bringing your attention back to your task. The slight lift of his shoulders has his wings flexing, a shower of glitter raining down around him.
You bring your hands up, eyes trained on the lengths of ribbon tying his shirt in the back. There is one across his shoulders and one at the small of his back with a connecting length going down between his wings. Your eyes catch your hands for a moment, seeing them covered in a sparkling sheen. It looks like you dipped your hands in body glitter, it's beautiful. Your hands tremble slightly as you grasp the first knot of silk between his shoulders.
It doesn't take long for you to undo the other ties, carefully letting the lengths of silk fall to his sides. "They're beautiful," you whisper, holding a hand up but hesitant to touch his wings.
He casts a look at you over his shoulder. "Go on," he encourages with a smile. You're barely aware of him slipping the shirt free and discarding it on the ground.
You delicately trace a finger over the tip of a wing. The wing flutters slightly like it's ticklish. Pulling your hand away you see your finger is covered in blue and white shimmer, your eyes grow wide fearing you may have hurt him somehow. A childhood memory of your mom telling you to never touch a butterfly's wings because that would hurt it echoes in your mind. "I-uh, I'm..."
Before you can apologize he turns to face you and grabs your wrist, holding your finger up in front of his face. "Look how pretty your finger is covered in my magic, kitten," he teases, his coy smile making your lower muscles clench. "Maybe I should cover you in other things to see if that's pretty, too."
A faint squeak leaves your lips as he pulls you against him. Your chest is pressed against his and you can feel just how solidly he's built. So much for fairies being dainty and fragile creatures. "I'd like that," you retort, grasping at a shred of confidence.
You bring your free hand to his hip, tracing along the waistband on his pants until you're nestled between your bodies. There is no button or zipper, just a little tied knot of linen threaded through the band. One little tug and his pants fall slack around his hips, which he shifts back slightly allowing his pants to fall down around his ankles.
Eyes locked on his, you slowly bring your hand up and wrap your fingers around his hardened length. He shudders and bites his lip. Your eyes drop down, taking in the way his teeth leave a slight indent in his bottom lip. He finally lets go of your wrist so you take that hand and slip it into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. Your hand that is wrapped around him moves at a leisurely pace, just caressing the velvety skin of his cock.
"Careful, kitten," he warns, "you'll cause a mess before we've had proper fun."
You enjoy a challenge.
Your lips connect with his in response, fingers tugging his hair as you pull him the rest of the way down. They're just as lush as before, the slightly sweet taste is divine. He moves his lips against yours, taking over the kiss. His tongue teases the seam of your lips until you open them in invitation. He licks into your mouth, tongue hot and wet against yours. That odd thrilling sensation comes back, like a tickle of warmth that rolls up your body to where you're connected.
You pull away from the kiss and as Jimin leans forward to chase your lips, you shake your head. "Let me kiss you here," you rub your thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum that is gathered there.
Jimin lets out a short breathy laugh, straightening up and smirking down at you. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
You can tell he's big, just from having your hand around him, but stepping back and finally seeing with your own eyes has you second-guessing just for a moment. But, again, you enjoy a challenge. "I think, Jimin, the question is," you slip your hand from his hair and quickly drop to your knees in the grass before him. You steady one hand on his hip and move the other to the base of his shaft, helping to angle him toward your mouth, "can you?"
He opens his mouth to snark back a comment but his words turn into a groan as you wrap your lips around his swollen head and give a quick suck while swirling your tongue around the crown. "Fuck," he finally breathes out as you pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his now glistening tip. "Go on, then."
You happily oblige beginning with a few soft kitten licks, letting the sweet taste of him be mapped into your mind...your soul. Your lids drop low, eyes barely open as you savor the sensation of your tongue swiping and swirling.
He taps his hips forward in encouragement or impatience, you can't really tell which. You glance up, locking eyes with him. He has his bottom lip caught between his teeth, chest heaving so hard you can barely see his face with each inhale. Opening your mouth wide, you slowly take him in. Inch by inch he disappears, gliding over your tongue, sliding between your lips.
He doesn't fit completely, so you engulf the rest of him with your hand. As you pull back you move your hand up to gather the slick wetness your mouth leaves behind. You work your mouth and hand in tandem, quickly drenching his length and filling the air with soft, wet sounds. Jimin's soft grunts and whines compete to be heard over the lewd noises coming from your mouth, hand, and his length. You rotate your wrist with each stroke, being sure to alternate pressure each time your thumb runs along the vein on the underside of his cock.
You can see his stomach muscles tense and his hands twitch by his sides. A few more bobs and he's fisting a hand in your hair and pulling you off of him completely. "Wha-"
"You're a little too good at that, kitten," he huffs, reaching with his other hand to grip the wrist of your hand still wrapped around his cock, halting your movements. "There is so much more I want to do to you." He uses the hand in your hair to guide you up until you're standing before him. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up and thumbing at the corners of your mouth. "Gorgeous," he hums.
Jimin loosens his grip in your hair, trailing his hand down and caressing along your jawline. You blink slowly, watching lust dance in his eyes as he takes control. He brings his other hand down to your hip, steadying you. The hand on your jaw trails down your throat. He pauses at the base of your neck, palm resting on your clavicle, fingers pressed to the side of your neck, and thumb resting over your jugular notch. He eyes his hand and you think for a moment you see something darker than lust flash in his eyes but it's gone before you can be sure. His hand leaves your throat, moving down to your chest. He takes a palmful of your right breast, thumb flicking harshly over your pert nipple. You flinch, wincing at the sensation. He just chuckles low, eyebrows narrowing in a villainous way.
"Ah, Jimin, please," you wince as he does it again.
His expression softens, thumb rubbing a little more soothingly over your nipple. "Sorry, kitten, you're just so responsive...it's hard not to get carried away."
He clears his throat, moving his hand away from your breast. His fingers splay across your stomach, dipping down until he grazes over the juncture of your hip and pelvis. You moan softly as his touch turns into a caress, fingers ghosting over your skin in a way that gives you chills. "I want to feel you," you breathe, grabbing his hand and placing it where you want it, right at your weeping core. You can feel your own arousal as your fingers brush against your inner thighs.
A pleased sound emanates from Jimin, somewhere between a hum and a growl. "You're absolutely dripping."
He's not wrong. You're so wound up it's starting to hurt.
"Do something about it," you challenge, bringing both your hands up to his shoulders for leverage. You pull yourself against him, raising up on the ball of one foot and hooking your other leg around his hip.
The way you've opened yourself up to him gives him easy access to slip two fingers inside. You groan at the sensation, pleased there is no discomfort thanks to his earlier ministrations and just how turned on you are. His free hand moves from your hip to hook over the leg you have thrown around his hip, helping to hold you in place.
He sets a menacing pace once he's satisfied that you're ready. His fingers are bruising, palm slapping against your clit with his thrust. His hard cock pressed against your lower stomach, with each of his movements you can feel smears of wetness from his tip painting across your skin. Your lips find Jimin's, your tongue plunging in to dance with his. He moans into your mouth when your walls start to clench around his fingers.
You can feel the heat building, your stomach clenching, and your toes curling. You're just about to lose yourself when you see spots behind your eyelids and a dizziness washes through you. Jimin quickly withdrawals his hand and breaks away from the kiss. The whine that leaves you might bring pity from anyone else, but it is simply fuel for the fey creature who has you so ensnared with his magic. "Shh, shh. It's okay, kitten," he soothes. Your eyes blink open, brow furrowing in confusion.
"I was...so close," you pant out. You open your mouth to protest further but your indignant bratty remark turns into a loud moan as his fingers find their way back into your aching core.
"I. Said. It's. Okay," he emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust of his fingers, adding a third and thriving off the way your face scrunches up and mouth gapes open in a silent cry. "Maybe you need to be taught some patience, some manners and respect."
He works you up again, eyes dark as he watches the expression on your face. The small beads of sweat collecting in your hairline and along your temples are like little trophies. You don't know it but they glisten and sparkle like glitter...filled with magic.
Each time you get close he slows down, until you're a complete mess. You've lost count of the times you've been denied release. He is careful to soothe and praise you each time, not wanting you to actually experience true discomfort.
Your legs begin to tremble, tremors going through your hands where they are still gripping his shoulders so tightly. "I can't," you murmur into his chest, where you've pressed your face after the last spell of dizziness and denial.
"You've done so well for me, kitten. I'll take care of you." He whispers into your hair.
His fingers rub delicate circles around your entrance before slowly slipping in. He begins a slow pace, moving his hand in a sensual way that feels like a lover's caress compared to the harsh grinding from before. The duality of this man...fairy, butterfly- whatever, has your mind reeling. Your heart hammers in your chest as you cling to him, trying to stay grounded as pleasure builds once again. A small part of your mind cries for you to be cautious, fearing to be denied yet again but the denial never comes. No. In fact, you're so caught off guard by the release that you're certain you blackout.
At least you think you do because the next thing you know you're hanging limp in Jimin's arms. It's disorienting to feel your body still contracting, pulsating around nothing while also feeling like you were just dunked under ice water.
"Wh-what happened?" you manage to wheeze out.
Jimin kneels in the grass, gently laying you down. He sweeps your hair back from your face, his eyes are soft as they stare into yours. "You helped me, sweet kitten."
You muse over his words for a moment before it makes sense. "Oh." That's all your brain can really generate right now. That orgasm must have done something weird to your eyesight because everything seems too bright. If you squint you'd almost swear there was a soft halo of light emanating from around Jimin's frame. His wings, you do note, are no longer a pastel blue streaked through with white patterns. They are now a beautiful cerulean with silver patterns.
"I'm going to thank you properly now, if that's okay?" he raises a questioning eyebrow. His coy smile is back.
"What did-uh, what did you have in mind?" You're not sure you can handle much more, or rather you definitely don't want to pass out again...that's kind of embarrassing.
He moves to kneel between your legs, body shifting in a way that steals your breath with its beauty. "Let me show you."
You swallow hard, realizing what he means. Your eyes drop down and you gasp at his impossibly hard and throbbing cock. It's blushed a dark color and you can see streaks of wetness where his arousal has dripped down the shaft. "Oh, Jimin," you murmur pathetically, feeling a weird sense of guilt. You drop your legs open, hands reaching up to pull him to you.
Jimin leans forward, placing one hand beside you and the other goes to his length to help guide him to your entrance. You feel his thighs nestle against yours as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds. You're still covered in sticky arousal making it easy for him to gather it. "Ready, kitten?" he asks.
"Yes," you hum in response, trying to control your breathing. He begins to push in. His cock is on a different level than his fingers. The stretch blossoms a deep burning inside you. You whimper with each inch he goes in until he's seated completely.
He rests his forehead against yours, breathing just as ragged. His chest is flush against yours and you can feel the slickness of perspiration between you as he shifts and gives an experimental tap of his hips.
You suck in a sharp breath as your body responds to the movement. A flame flickers to life low in your stomach. Your hands snake into his hair, pulling his lips to yours. You can feel how kiss-swollen your lips already are but you find that thrilling, not sure when's the last time you kissed someone so much. His hot breath fans against your face as he opens his mouth to welcome you in. He's still just as sweet, the candy taste becoming familiar but still just as enticing.
His hips retreat slowly. As they surge forward you both moan, the sound is a mixed garble lost within your frantic kiss. Each thrust of his hips feeds that flame within you. It doesn't take long before it's a raging fire and you're battling to not lose control.
"I'm close, kitten," Jimin grunts against your lips. His hips piston on, the wet sound of flesh against flesh emphasizing his claim.
"Cum. Cum with me," you moan before sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and letting it pop back out.
He slips a hand between your bodies, fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You're done for.
Your walls begin to flutter as you're engulfed with pleasure. "Fuck," you hear Jimin groan as your walls close in, squeezing and sucking him until he finds his own release. You can feel the heat pool inside you as he cums. The smooth motion of him rolling his hips as he comes down from his high pushes some of his cum out to dribble between your asscheeks.
"Mmm, Jimin," your words are breathy, barely heard over the rush of blood in your ears. "Ah-uh." You flinch and whimper as he slowly pulls out, adding a gush of warmth to the trickle down your ass.
"Kitten?" Jimin leans back, shifting his weight to his heels where he kneels between your open thighs.
"Hmm?" you hum softly, pushing up onto your elbows.
"Thank you." He states it simply, sweetly. You can't help the laugh that bubbles up. "What?" he frowns, not sure what's so funny all of a sudden.
You shake your head, a playful smile on your lips. "If that's how you thank people, you can thank me anytime you want."
He melts into an easy smile. "Good, hm?"
"So good," you confirm with a nod.
"Good enough to...say, come with me?" he asks hesitantly, eyes dropping down to study the nails on one of his hands.
"You're serious about that?" You push yourself the rest of the way up, moving to sit with your legs crossed in front of him. You suppress a grimace as you feel his cum drip from you and smear against your legs.
He brings his eyes up to yours, a serious cast to his face. His wings fold in on themselves, almost disappearing from sight behind him. "I am."
You purse your lips, feeling like there is something he isn't telling you. "Why me, though? I'm nothing special." You gesture to your surroundings. "Just someone who was trying to be the responsible one at a frat party." Mentioning the frat party brings back the realization that Reed is probably really worried about you...well, that or he's found someone to occupy his time which wouldn't be unusual.
"I could use more of your help, honestly." He looks around, grabbing up your bodysuit and holding it out for you.
There it is.
"More help?" you ask.
He's quiet, thinking, as you both pull on your clothes. He helps you zip your bodysuit and you help him tie the ribbons of his shirt. Finally, he turns and faces you.
"I was exiled, meaning if I return to my realm and am captured again, they'll probably execute me instead of just exiling me again. Morin, the king...the one responsible for my exile, will want my head. If you come with me, you can help me maintain my power so I can fight against the corruption of the throne and right the wrongs done against me." He brings a hand up, cupping your cheek. His eyes pleading. "Please."
Now he really does look like the fragile and dainty fey of folklore, so vulnerable and soft. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you give in. "Okay, Jimin, I'll come with you and help you."
Though, what that entails exactly, you're not sure. But, you guess you'll find out.
↳ Fairy Jimin x Human f.Reader
⤜ Strangers/Lovers
⤜ Rating: MA 🔞
⤜ WC: 3,586
⚠️ Alcohol. Kissing. Praise. Touching over clothing/grinding.
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"Whoa, did you see that?" you shout over the music, pointing dramatically off to the left.
Reed squints in the direction you're pointing. "See what?" he slurs into your ear.
You let out an irritated sigh. This is definitely the last time you volunteer as the designated sober friend at a party. It's never any fun when everyone else is too blitzed to even see the giant glowing streak that just shot through the sky.
"The big glowing streak across the sky?" you gesture toward the small crop of trees on the other side of the backyard where it seemed to have gone.
Reed shakes his head, jostling against you slightly as he hoists up his orange solo cup. "Shooting star! Make a wish! I wish for SHOTS!" he lets out a bellowing laugh. "SHOTS!" he yells again to which others parrot just as loudly back at him.
"Why am I here again?" you mutter, rolling your eyes as Reed turns back to the other party-goers standing out on the deck of the third-...no, fourth, frat house you've been to for the night. Someone holds up a bottle of liquor, a resounding agreement coming from the crowd as they begin to pour some into their cups and toss them back.
"To my best friend!" you hear Reed's voice announce as you take a few steps towards the stairs that lead from the deck down to the backyard. You glance back, seeing Reed in his slutty Buzz Lightyear costume downing his shot, he flicks the empty cup away with a smirk. "I love yo- wait, where are you going?" he whines loudly, finally realizing you've stepped away.
"Anywhere that's not here," you snark sarcastically to yourself before forcing a large smile and turning back towards your friend.
He's pouting, arms folded across his chest, his other cup dangerously close to spilling down his front. He petulantly stomps a white booted foot, eyes glued to you until you take a few steps back toward the rabble on the deck. "Don't leave me! I need my kitty here to keep me company. Plus," he immediately morphs back into party mode as soon as you're by his side, "Killian has been eyeing you all night, don't make me cause a scene."
You have to tamp down your irritation. The last thing you want is Killian-fucking-Lawson to be trying to feel you up. You had almost dated him last semester, he's cute and somewhat charming...at least until he's drinking. Then he turns into the monster from the black lagoon on steroids, all grabby hands, and sloppy tongue. Let's not even talk about the leering eyes and wandering thoughts of other women, thoughts he doesn't seem to be able to filter or keep to himself after even the smallest amount of alcohol.
"No thanks," you gag mockingly, turning a little to avoid facing the direction you know Killian is standing in.
"No fun!" Reed yells. He opens his mouth to continue, probably to spout something about your somewhat embarrassing dry spell, but he's knocked from behind and is sent straight into you making you stumble back a few steps and ultimately get drenched in Reed's drink.
Reed fumes, he spins around and starts yelling at the douchebags that bumped into him. Of course, it would be Colt and Jackson, the chapter President and VP of the frat whose party you're currently at. They ignore his rant, skirting around him. They're being rowdy, smacking each other on the back as they head toward the stairs off the deck. You see Colt carrying a large bag of...fireworks?
"That can't be good," you furrow your brow, watching them disappear into the darkness of the backyard. The light from the deck barely reaches a few feet beyond the railing.
You take a step toward the stairs, fully intent on following the douchebags. The last thing you need to add to your night is an out-of-control fire started by those nitwits. "No! Where are you going now?!" Reed whines. "Napkins are the other way!"
You throw up a hand, shooing him back to the party as he tries to make his way through the crowd toward you. "I'll be right back," you shout. You catch one last glimpse of him shrugging before he's surrounded by bodies again.
You love your best friend, you really do. But sometimes you have to wonder how you're friends at all. You and Reed are complete opposites. He loves to party and is a social butterfly; whereas, you are a bit more of an introvert who appreciates rainy days with books and cozy sweaters. He had begged you to come party with him. 'It's Halloween, we have to go out' he had insisted. So, here you are, clad in a now liquor doused skin tight black bodysuit with a cat ear headband. You barely let Reed draw whiskers on your face with black eyeliner and you completely derailed his attempt at making you wear a pair of black stilettos, choosing to wear your trusty pair of black combat boots, instead. You insisted they were more badass for a wanna-be cat woman anyway.
Thankful for said boots, you thump down the steps after the drunk frat guys with fireworks. The further you go into the backyard, the darker it gets and the softer the music is. Eventually, the sound of the music is replaced by the obnoxious voices of Colt and Jackson. You're about to call out, to try and pinpoint their location when you see sparks of blinding light shoot from somewhere inside the crop of trees at the far end of the backyard.
Well, fuck. You quicken your pace, jogging the rest of the way across the backyard. You stop just outside the tree line. Listening for their voices, you wait a second.
"Where'd the lighter go, man?"
Ah hah. There we go. You push aside a low branch and step beyond the tree line. You pull your phone from the top of your boot, clicking on the flashlight function and holding it out in front of you.
"Colt? Jackson? How about you guys hand over the fireworks to the sober person?" you call out, your voice sounding oddly muffled within the trees. You sweep your phone in front of you, revealing a dirt path off to the side. You take a few steps through the underbrush to the pathway. Stepping onto the path you let out a small squeal, feeling the silky thread of a spider web across your face. You swat at the air, flashlight strobing wildly across the tree branches as you flail. You huff out a frustrated sigh, brushing your free hand over your face and hair one last time before. "Guys? Come on, be responsible for once!" you yell, then mutter to yourself "Might be better to just let you burn this place down, teach you a lesson or some shit."
Continuing down the path, you listen for any kind of response. Just as you're about to open your mouth to call out again, you see a dim light up ahead. Finally, fuckers. You glance back the way you came, hoping to see the lit-up frat house in the distance but all you can see are trees and darkness. You shrug, turning your attention back to the dim light.
Leave it to the drunk assholes to abandon their own party in favor of lighting off probably illegal fireworks in the woods, in the middle of the night. You mentally curse the both of them, truly intent on giving them a generous tongue lashing when you find them. You're so caught up in your mental tirade that you miss the gossamer strands of spun glitter hanging from the trees as you approach the light.
Your eyes come up from the dirt path as you enter into the illuminated area. Stopping in your tracks you balk at the scene before you. There is a small clearing off to the side, where the light is coming from, just off the dirt path. You were expecting Colt and Jackson, hands full of fireworks but instead, you seem to have stumbled upon someone else...something else.
The man is laid on his side in the clearing, wreathed in purple and white wildflowers. The light seems to be emanating from the flowers and the surrounding trees. It's like someone sprinkled silver Christmas tinsel on the branches and the flowers are covered in the juice from glow sticks. That must be it, right? Flowers don't just naturally glow on their own.
The man shifts, a soft grunt coming from him. You're too far away to make out his features, but you can see he has a mop of blond hair and he's dressed in a flowy white blouse and linen pants. He is barefoot which you find a little odd considering where he is. A flicker of movement behind him catches your eye. You step closer, leaving the dirt path. Maybe he needs help; a drunk partygoer lost in the woods.
"Ugh," one of his hands comes up and goes to his left temple. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours. His eyes go wide and he snaps up-right, wincing and swaying where he is seated in the grass.
"Hey, easy. Are you okay? Are you lost?" you take a few timid steps toward him. You thumb the screen on your phone, turning off the flashlight and shoving the device back into the top of your boot. You hold out your hands, palms toward him showing you mean no harm.
He tilts his head to the side, eyeing you with barely suppressed wonder. "Hmm," he hums, nodding slightly.
"Were you at the Theta party? I followed Colt and Jackson out here, dumbasses had fireworks," you shake your head with a rueful chuckle. "I can help you get back if you need it, doesn't look like you're in much shape for walking by yourself." You squat down, getting eye level with the man.
You can really see him now. He's absolutely stunning. His eyes are a dark chocolate, skin a soft golden hue, and his lips are so plump you consider for a second asking what brand chapstick he uses. His clothes definitely fit a Halloween party. His shirt is thin, flowy, like something you'd see the male lead wear during a ballet performance of Swan Lake. Not that you would know, you've only been to a theatre a few times and never to see Swan Lake, but you can use your imagination well enough. His pants have a little dirt on the knees, as well as the bottoms of his feet.
"Theta party?" his question pulls you from your study of him.
"What? Oh, yeah. Umm, the costume party at the Theta Mu house?" you jab your thumb over your shoulder back toward the direction you came from.
His laugh is tinkling, like a silver bell. It's charming and you can't hold back the smile it brings to your face. "Costume," he muses softly, bringing a hand up to your cat ear headband. Oh right, you almost forgot what you're wearing.
Your cheeks color and you duck your head back away from his hand. "Uh, yeah, so...if you need help getting back, maybe we should...uh, you know-"
You catch a faint glimmer over his shoulder again. He narrows his eyes for a moment before rolling his shoulders like he's easing tension. You find yourself flat on your ass on the dirt path, having yelped and flinched backward so hard you lost your balance. Your eyes are wide, transfixed on the shimmering pastel blue and white wings protruding from behind him.
"You okay?" he asks, an amused smirk on his face.
"Wicked costume," you whisper. "Those things must have cost a fortune. What is that, animatronic? Fiber optics? They look so real, like the wings of a mystical butterfly or something," you ramble in awe.
"Costume," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling in a really cute way. "Butterfly. Is that what you think I am?"
For a moment you think you might have offended him by guessing his costume incorrectly. "Well, I mean...not exactly. Angel, maybe. A fairy, perhaps. Pixie, even," as you babble, trying to make the situation right, his eyes take on an amused cast. "Just...beautiful, is what I'm trying to say. I like them. Definitely better than catwoman."
"Cat woman. That's you?" he asks softly.
"Something like that," you laugh nervously, eyes dropping to the ground in front of you.
A hand in front of your face brings your attention back up. The man is standing now, holding a hand out to help you up. You slowly slip your hand into his, marveling at how smooth and warm his skin is against yours and mentally cringing at how rough your hand must feel to him. You make a mental note to buy some more hand cream next time you go to the shop.
"I like it," he smiles. "Pretty."
You shuffle awkwardly, pulling your hand from his. "So, uh, the party. We should get back." You rub your thumb across your fingers, feeling a thin sheen of something coating them now. You glance down and it looks like the palm of your hand is coated in cosmetic highlighter. You brush it off on your thigh, shaking your head a little confused. Did it come from him? Maybe you really should get going, things are starting to get a little weird...as if they weren't already.
"Wait," his voice halts you before you can turn and start down the path. "I...umm, I did not come from the party."
"Oh," you furrow your brow, feeling your uncertainty increasing. "Where did you come from then?"
His smile is slow, lips turning up in a sly way. His wings flick slightly, a little shower of glitter flutters into the air behind him. "Somewhere far, far away."
Well, you thought this guy was cute but now you're just feeling annoyed on top of the growing paranoia. "Okay, well, Mr. Butterfly, I'll be heading back to my party and you can go back to wherever far, far away is."
He catches your shoulder as you begin to turn, spinning you back to face him. "Please don't leave me...I actually could use your help."
You purse your lips, letting out an irritated sigh. "Okay?"
"You see," he takes a step closer to you, your bodies separated by just a few inches. His voice wraps around you and the glowing flowers and strands of glimmer hanging from the trees intensify in brightness. You blink up at him, suddenly feeling a little cotton-headed, "I need to replenish my power."
"Power?" you mumble in question.
He nods, lifting a hand up to capture your chin with his fingers. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he speaks. "It seems my foray with the princess wasn't approved of by the king. Me, merely a dancer of the court, found myself beguiled by that bitch and now I'm the one that seems to have been exiled...to this," he waves his other hand in the air, "wherever this is."
None of it makes sense, you know it doesn't. But the way he speaks has you hanging on to every word, your heart screaming that he's telling the truth while your mind battles to be the realist. "I don't-"
"Of course not, it's okay. I know how it may sound," he chuckles softly. "But, if you help me recover my strength, I promise to show you...maybe even take you with me."
"How?"
"Easy, my sweet, I just need to pull a little of your essence in. It's harmless, I promise," he closes the gap between your bodies, leaning down and whispering into your ear, "and it'll feel really good."
You swallow against the thickness in your throat, mouth suddenly dry and thoughts completely muddled. "W-who are y-you?" you manage to stutter out as his lip brush over the shell of your ear.
His breath is warm against your neck, voice husky and low, "my name is Jimin."
"Jimin," you repeat, licking your lips, eyes fluttering closed.
"And you'll be my good little kitten, right?" he asks, his free hand settling on your hip. You make a barely audible noise in agreement. How can you say no? You are dressed up as catwoman, after all. "Good girl. I just need a little taste." His tongue leaves a wet streak along the side of your neck.
You're unable to suppress the wanton moan that escapes you. "What about the party?" you slur out as the ecstasy feeling subsides marginally.
"We'll have our own party, kitten. Then I'll take you back to my realm and you can watch me usurp the king," he chuckles devilishly.
You shake your head, eyes opening as you try to dispel the cloud muffling your thoughts. "Jimin. King? Realm?" You desperately want it to make sense.
He pulls back, eyes meeting yours. His hand on your chin begins to gently caress your jaw. "Just listen," he breathes softly, voice pulling you in again. "I am not of this world, kitten. I come from a magical realm, parallel to this one." His eyes are so kind as he speaks, they shimmer in the light of the glowing flowers. You can't look away. "Passing into your realm depleted the majority of my power. Normally, that would be enough to keep one of my kind here in exile, but I know the ways of power siphoning and mixing. So, with your help, I can gain enough strength to make it back to my realm."
You're so caught up in his eyes and the sound of his voice that you're barely registering his actual words. "So, you're not a butterfly," you whisper, blinking your eyes slowly. Has he always been this handsome? Is that glitter dusted on his cheeks? You find yourself lifting a hand and brushing a finger over the apple of his cheek, mesmerized by the shimmer that transfers to your finger.
He breaks out into a large grin. "Not a butterfly," he confirms. "So, will you help me get home, kitten?"
"What do I need to do?" you ask, meekly.
"So, that means you'll help?" he prompts, relinquishing the hold his power is currently having over you. He wants this decision to be of your own accord, not influenced unfairly by him.
"Yes." You state it firmly, feeling like it's the first genuinely clear thought you've had during the entire conversation you've been having.
His eyes light up with triumph. That's all he needs, your consent.
"Thank you, kitten, you won't regret this." You're about to ask what it is you need to do but his lips silence your inquiry. They're even plusher than you initially thought, you can already taste the subtle sweetness coating them without even having to open your mouth. He smells intoxicating, your breath coming in shallow pulls through your nose as your eyes flutter shut again.
His tongue pokes out from between his lips, tracing over yours. You slowly part your lips, savoring the way his wet tongue glides between them as it enters your mouth. He tastes faintly like cotton candy. The moment your tongue touches his you feel a surge between your thighs, it tingles all the way up your body until it reaches your lips. That's a weird sensation, but it's not unpleasant...no, in fact, it gives you a spike of adrenaline. You moan loudly, though it's muffled by his mouth, feeling brave now. The hand you had brought up to his cheek slides into the hair above his ear, anchoring him to you as you battle his tongue for dominance inside your mouth. He drops his hand from your jaw down to your other hip and uses his hold on you to pull you against himself. You can feel his erection begin to grow, pressing against your lower stomach.
Your heart is hammering as he breaks away from the kiss. His lips trail along your jawline to just below your ear. You feel his tongue lave out, flicking against your earlobe before nipping it with his teeth. "Ah-uh, J-Jimin...how is this," you pant, trying to catch your breath, "helping?"
"This is how I take some of your essence, kitten," one of his hands leaves your hip, snaking between your bodies and harshly rubbing his hand over you through your bodysuit.
You suck in a surprised breath, having not expected that at all. "That seems so-" another harsh circle has you trying to jerk back but his grip on your one hip has you locked in place, "naughty," you huff out.
"Mmm, kitten, you're so responsive, I love it," he purrs into your ear. "There are less pleasant ways to do this, but I'd rather enjoy myself and repay you for your kindness at the same time. Don't you want me?" he pulls back a little so he can meet your eyes. Those damn eyes, they have you sighing in utter and complete defeat. Not that it would take much more persuasion anyway. That dry spell you thought about earlier? Yeah, it's been a while...well, perhaps not anymore.
You smile to yourself, "I do...want you." Admitting that isn't so bad, right? You're not lying. Mr. Butterfly- Jimin, is extremely hot, has been nice to you so far, and well, why can't you enjoy yourself? Fuck Reed, Killian, Jackson, and Colt...bunch of assholes, you'll have your own fun, your own party, everyone else be damned. You deserve a little self-indulgence.
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So humans are happy when they do a kiss?”
Oh, no. That was adorable. Jungkook doesn’t need to be a fortune telling warlock like Siyeon to know where Jimin is going to take this.
“That’s the general idea, yeah.”
“I want to do a kiss.”
Say no, and Jungkook will have to find out what color rejection is in dust. Say yes, and face the awkward afterburn of a kiss with a pixie he met only days ago.
Jimin is a pixie stuck in a human body. While helping Jimin reclaim his wings from the doctor who stole them, Jungkook introduces Jimin to the joys of human life like kissing and throwing bricks at cop cars and trying not to fall in love.
