Caught Redhanded | PJM
In which your hot af crush/roommate catches you with your hand in the cookie jar.
parings: jimin x reader
genre: pwp, roommates to lovers, oneshot
warnings: unprotected sex, implied lots of sex, use of toys, accidental and consensual use of aphrodisiacs, p in v, ass play, use of a sex machine thing
enjoy :)
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The strange noises are back. Sounds like someone is rummaging through the kitchen at 3am. Its not uncommon, Jimin knows this because once a week. He hears your door open, a noise is made in the kitchen and then close.
Unlike usual apartments, the walls in your shared space is thick. Formerly owned by your frind Hoseok who had a drumset and a studio in your now respective rooms.
Its basically soundproof except at 3am when the entire apartment is quiet, that’s when Jimin strains his ears to listen to you walk down the hall.
But this week, Jimin was enjoying a bottle of Soju in the darkness of the living room when at 3am, you emerge from the hall. Your tiny robe wrapped around you, he tries his best not to groan at the sight of your nearly exposed ass. He remains quiet, waiting for the opportunity to scare you shitless.
You rummage through the toolbox.
“Every damn week. Fuck. I should just keep some in my room.” You groan as you rummage. Jimin tilts his head as you frown, trying your best to remain quiet while looking for something.
Just as he was about to make his presence known, you pull out a set of batteries packed together.
“Found you.” You grin. “This will be the last time. A new player will come tomorrow.” You giggle as you pocket the batteries and speed back down the hallway. Not even noticing Jimin who watched you monologue.
A new player? Jimin knows you play games so he shrugs.
What boggles his mind is why on earth do you need batteries every week? He takes a look into your supplies and sure enough the entire case of batteries you purchased for emergencies was nearly empty. And you only bought them 6 weeks ago.
He goes to sleep on the couch eventually despite the theories he’s forming in his head.
The smell of bacon wakes him up. He cracks his eyes open and sees you dressed nicely, a black sleeveles bodysuit and some dress pants. Your hair pinned up nicely away from your face.
“Why are you so dressed?” He rasps, his throat dry from drinking last night.
“I have a virtual meeting in an hour. Wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit even if they don’t see my pants.” You smile at him. “Come eat.” Jimin gets up and eyes you suspiciously. “What time did you get home last night?” You ask.
Jimin chuckles. “What do you mean? I was here all night.” You stop your movements for a second before resuming to pour each of you a cup of coffee.
“Oh. I thought you went out.” You clear your throat.
“Nah, I fell asleep around 2:30am. Although I did dream that you came out of your room.” Jimin lies and you nod.
“I did come out to come get some… water.” You sit next to him and start piling food up on his plate.
This was normal for you both, alternate cooking, casually taking care of each other by cooking, grocery shopping, tidying up and all. The 6 months of being roommates had been peaceful until your recent 3am habit.
You talk about work over breakfast, Jimin safekeeping the information he knows for later.
“I’m gonna go back to my room. Meeting is in 15minutes. See you later.” You put your plate in the sink knowing he’ll wash since you cooked.
Living with you has been peaceful. But also excruciatingly painful since Jimin has been crushing on you for a year. Hoseok introduced you to each other in one of his parties, here in this very apartment. And he was smitten.
Prior to living together you had always been the nurturing type, always handing him food. Staying by his side every time your friend group goes out, making sure he drinks water before leaving clubs to lessen the hangover. You even gave him some supplements that your client gives you for free. He’s unsure if you’re like that to everyone but so far, nobody talks about it.
When Hoseok offered him the apartment and said it came with a roommate, Jimin intantly said yes so he could finally leave his shitty studio type room. And he had no regrets after finding out that roommate was you.
Jimin was washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. He opens the door to a delivery man holding a huge box.
“Hi! For YN LN.” after saying that you’re disposed for a meeting, the man hands Jimin the box and signs the received note.
He glances at the clock, your meeting has probably started so its best to leave it on the kitchen counter.
He stuidies it, it could be a new CPU for your PC but it seems pretty light. There was no description and packacking was tight.
He shrugs and continues drying the utensils you both used.
After half an hour when he finally cleans up the snack and drinks from last night you rush out of the hall.
You spot the box and inspect it. Sighing in relief as you mutter a quick thank you before bolting back to your room.
Odd. You usually open your packages in the kitchen to avoid taking trash in your room. Judging by the amount of bubble wrap, that’ll immediately fill up your bin.
Still, he tries to shrug it off and focuses on some of his own work. He’s an accountant for various small businesses, he does their taxes. He offered to do yours but you declined since you’re employed by various companies as a virtual assistant/marketer.
Jimin had cooked lunch, smiling at the full table he’s set for you two. You hadn’t stepped out of the room since grabbing the package.
Jimin approached your room and knocked on your door, if you didn’t want to be disturbed, you would hang a sign on your door. But the sign wasn’t there.
As he knocked he heard a loud thud followed by a groan. Fearing you had hurt yourself he opens the door.
Eyes locked on each other, yours were glassy and looking fucked out. Mouth open with drool dripping down your chin. His eyes look down and you were sitting on something pink. You hands fisted into the sheets as you were bent over, reaching for something. Your body was convulsing on whatever you were sitting on.
“Jimin. Fuck. Thank God.” Your eyes close and your moan out his name. “Help. Me.” Your legs locked tight on whatever you were sitting on. You try your best to point at the small remote at the foot of the bed and he snatches it immediately handing it to you.
With a click of a button the humming sound stops. He didn’t even notice the humming.
You roll over and lowe and behold. You were sitting on a fucking machine. There was a dick shaped rubber dildo standing tall and wet on the middle of the saddle like seat. A bump next to it that would definitely hit your clit as you sit on it.
Jimin was frozen, your panting the only thing he hears, his eyes blur as the blood from his brain travels down to his own cock.
You turn over and don’t even bother to cover yourself up, naked from the waist below. It finallg dawned upon you, Jimin caught you redhanded.
“I’m– I’m sorry you had to see that. I couldn’t move.” You bit your lip. Your eyes landing on his dick straining in his pants. “Oh. Shit. Fuck.” You look away, your breathing heavily again.
“Are you okay?” He finally found his voice.
“I got this new client… she made toys and stuff. Gave me this as a welcome pack.” You took a deep breath and looked at him again. “She also made those.” You point at the bottle of jellies on your computer tables. “I didn’t realize I took more than the advisable amount, its like I was possesed.”
Jimin, with all his strength, looked away and picked up the bottle.
Aphrodisiacs. Take two for better experience.
“How many did you eat?” 1/4 of the bottle was missing and if you only received this today, that means you ate at least 10.
“I have no idea. But God fuck. Jimin could you stop?” You frown and so does he.
“I’m not doing anything.” He puts his hands up in surrended.
“Stop looking so fuckable right now.” You cover your face, you tug a pillow to cover your exposed lower extremities.
You take a peek at him, you watch as he puts four jellies in his mouth and takes them.
“What are you doing!?” You panic, you do your best to get out of bed but your shaky legs made you slow. Before you could reach him, he already swallowed.
“How long before I feel anything?” He reads the label again. 5 minutes.
“God you’re so hard.” His eyes snap to you, your eyes locked onto his dick. “Jimin…” you trail your eyes up to meet his. Pupils starting to dilate. “Please.”
The weight of your voice vibrates through Jimin’s body. Making him jolt forward to capture your lips in his, finally.
It hasn’t been five minutes since he took the jellies. But seeing you like this made him go feral. It was amazing how he didn’t pounce as soon as he saw you on that thing.
He pushes you onto the bed, kicking away the machine and landing on top of you. You moan into the kiss, every single touch felt like a shock of electricity.
As you kissed, Jimin felt his control slipping. You rush to get each other completely naked.
You don’t hide how you admire his body. Fingers trailing every curve, every dip, every line he has. He had to hold himself back before he busts haven’t even been inside you.
“Jimin, baby.” Shit. That does it.
He licks you from your neck all the way down to your aching core. You’re completely drenched, loved how you taste. As if he couldn’t get enough, he latches on to your clit and inserts two fingers easily. Fuck, he can’t wait.
“Jimin, please. I need you to fuck me.” Your voice was strained like you were in pain, and you were. Jimin feels it too.
He settles between your thighs and lines himself up. He bends over to kiss you as he takes his time to enter you.
And fuck, if this isn’t heaven. Jimin didn’t know what is. Your walls were clenching around him, legs already quivering from the overstimulation but you keep begging for more.
His hips snap, fucking into you like it would be the last thing he’d do. Equally grunting and moaning with you. He flips you over and fucks you from behind.
Without warning he comes all over your ass cheeks. Just as you were about to protest again he put it back inside, he drills you into the bed. Teasing your asshole as it was puckering up, begging for attention.
He didn’t know why he looked around but he pauses and sees your bedside drawer, a dildo sticking out of it.
“Baby. Please move.” Your voice cracking. “What—“ You turn your head to see him opening your drawer, taking one item he always wanted to try with someone.
Instead of protesting, you smirk and hand him the bottle of lube. The medium sized vibrating buttplug coated in a strawerry scented liquid. He chuckles and furiously fucks you again. You shriek in surprise, holding on to the beddings for dear life.
As your muscles relax, he pushes the plug into your ass. Making you legs shake and your moaning louder.
The sensation of having both holes filled and the fact that you were getting fucked by Jimin felt like a dream. Still thick in the haze of the jellies. The two of you fuck in more ways than you have ever done in your life.
You used every toy you have on each other. Cuffs, collars, clips, ropes. Jimin wasn’t even tiring.
By the evening, you were both spent.
You had no idea when you passed out or when the plug fell out. You’re not sure if it was you or Jimin who passed out first. You were so high and now you can feel every ache as you stretch within his hold.
You turn to face him. You’re going to have a long talk about this one. But you take this chance to stare at your fucking crush for as long as you’d like.
Jimin feels the peck you placed on his lips making him smile and open his eyes.
“Hey.” You greet and he kisses you deeper. It was only cut short when your stomach loudly grumbles making you laugh.
“We missed lunch.” He smirks. “But it was so worth it.”
“Definitely. Join me for a shower then we could heat up the food.” You snuggle closer, making no effort to prepare for the shower you offered.
“If you’d like we could have those jellies for dessert every night. Then you wouldn’t have to do it by yourself at 3am.” You look up at him with a shocked expression.
“Oh my god. How do you know that?”
“We’re running low on batteries. GIven the amount of toys you have, I just put two and two together.” He kisses your forehead. “If I may ask, why are there so many?”
You giggle. “All my clients are toy makers or distributors. Main reason why I can’t make you do my accounting. Their company names are awful and you might think I’m a stripper or something.” He laughs at your excuse. “Come on. Would you let your crush do your accounting if your payslips were from Pleasure Palace?” He stops laughing.
“Crush?” He pulls you closer.
“I thought it was obvious?” You frown at his cluelessness.
“if it was, I would have made a move sooner.” He shrugs. This time his stomach growls. “Okay, shower and then dinner.”
“Get up then.” You playfully push his shoulder. Your giggles filling Jimin’s chest with warmth.
“You get up.” He smiles and tries his best to push you to stand. “I feel like I ran a marathon.” You both groan.
“God, I’m so sore.” You look down and so does he, earning a smack to the chest. “Don’t look at it if you’re not gonna burry your face in it.”
“That sounds like a better dinner.” He wiggles his eyebrows. You push his face away and you both zombie walk to the bathroom.
Once dinner was set, instead of sitting across each other Jimin pulls you onto his lap. You giggle and enjoy your dinner.
You both freeze when someone starts pushing the code to your front door, only the previous owner knows the code.
“Jimin, why the fuck weren’t you picking up your—calls.” Hoseok drops the bag of whatever.
You were wearing nothing but Jimin’s shirt and he has nothing on but some boxers.
“Hoseok.” He grins. “Come in.”
Hoseok slowly walks backwards and leaves. You look at each other and laugh.
“I think we’ve scarred him.” You giggle as you feed him some eggrolls.
His phone pings and he picks it up.
“Its Hoseok, he said ‘For the love of God, please change the door passcode and please pray for my soul. I need new eyes.”
You burst out laughing again. Hopefully, Hoseok recovers soon.