cozy motel | pjm
→ summary: stuck sharing a motel room with him, you finally give into your craving for thee park jimin → pairing: bts!jimin x femsub!reader → tags: park jimin x reader, jimin x you, bts x reader, friends to lovers, slow burn, motel, one bed trope, forced proximity, rainy night, road trip, spring getaway, friends vacation, smut, fluff, angst (light), romance, cozy, intimate, first time, pining, mutual pining, soft jimin, confident jimin, explicit sexual content, oral sex, praise kink, multiple orgasms, aftercare, fanfiction, bts fanfiction, oneshot, bts au, body worship, kissing, creampie → word count: 2.8k → a/n: I enjoyed this ALOT. it's very cozy and sweet. I love body worshippppp...and yes I made namjoon drive now that he's got his license LMAO sue me
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the rain hammered against the windows of the van, a steady beat that matched the thrum of excitement in your chest. you were sandwiched between jimin and taehyung, the latter already dozing with his mouth slightly agape, his head lolling against his girlfriend's shoulder.
jimin, however, was wide awake. his knee kept bumping yours, a small, rhythmic touch that sent little jolts of electricity through you each time. he'd catch your eye in the dim glow of the dashboard lights and offer a small, secretive smile, one that was just for you.
"almost there," namjoon called from the driver's seat, his deep voice a comforting rumble. "the 'pines motel'. sounds… rustic."
jungkook snorted from the back. "as long as it's dry and has beds, i don't care if it's rustic."
you did care. you cared a lot. because this trip, this spontaneous getaway to see the spring grass and blooming flowers, was the first time you and jimin would be properly sharing a space. you weren't officially anything, not yet. you were a mixture of stolen glances, lingering touches, and conversations that stretched late into the night when everyone else had gone to bed. the unspoken thing between you was growing too big to contain, and this weekend felt like the tipping point.
the van pulled into a gravel lot, the headlights cutting through the pouring rain to illuminate a small, rectangle shaped building with a neon sign that flickered ever so slightly. it was exactly as advertised: cozy. a little dated, maybe, with its faded green carpet and wood-paneled walls, but charming in a retro way. hoseok, ever the planner, had booked three rooms. you watched with a sinking heart as he began doling out keys.
"okay, so me and namjoon, jin and his girlfriend, and…" hoseok paused, looking at the last key, then at you, jimin, and the remaining couples. "hmm. i think i messed up the booking. i only got three rooms, but there are… more of us."
a moment of chaotic silence descended. jungkook and his girlfriend were already looking at each other with a 'we can share' expression, as were taehyung and his partner. that left you and jimin. and one double bed.
"it's fine," jimin said, his voice disarmingly calm as he took the key from hoseok's hand. "we can share. right?" he turned to you, his eyes soft, questioning. there was no trace of awkwardness on his face, only a quiet confidence that made your stomach flip.
"right," you managed, your voice a little thin.
the room was small, dominated by a queen bed covered in a kitschy floral bedspread. the air smelled faintly of pine cleaner and something else, something clean and warm. jimin dropped your single bag and his own by the door and turned the lock with a soft click. the sound seemed to echo in the sudden quiet, sealing you in together.
"well," he said, a small laugh escaping him as he gestured to the bed. "cozy."
you couldn't help but laugh with him, the tension breaking. "rustic, too."
you both stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. the rain outside had softened to a gentle patter, creating a cocoon of intimacy around the small room. jimin took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. he reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. his touch was feather light, but it burned a trail down your neck.
"you know," he began, his voice dropping to that low, honeyed tone he used when he was being sincere, "i've been wanting to get you alone all night."
your breath hitched. "jimin…"
the tension in the room shifted, and you tilted your head towards him.
"is this okay?" he asked, his thumb stroking your cheek. he was always so careful, so considerate, even when his eyes were dark with a hunger that mirrored your own.
you answered by closing the small distance between you and pressing your lips to his. it wasn't a frantic kiss, but a deep, searching one. his lips were soft, tasting faintly of the strawberry gum he'd been chewing earlier. he sighed into your mouth, his hands coming up to frame your face, holding you gently but firmly, like he was afraid you might disappear.
the kiss deepened, slow and tender. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you opened for him willingly. the kiss became wetter, more urgent, a silent conversation of months of pent up desire. one of his hands slid from your face down the curve of your neck, his fingers tracing your collarbone before coming to rest on your hip, pulling you against him. you could feel the hard line of his arousal through his jeans, and a fresh wave of heat pooled inside of you.
he broke the kiss, both of you were breathing heavily. "i've wanted this for so long," he confessed, his voice raspy. "just you, like this."
"me too," you whispered, your hands fisting in the soft material of his sweater.
he smiled, a genuine, breathtaking smile that reached his eyes. "good." he leaned in for another kiss, this one shorter, sweeter, before taking your hand. "come on. let's get more comfortable."
he led you to the bed, sitting down on the edge and pulling you to stand between his knees. he looked up at you, his expression a mixture of adoration and raw desire. his hands roamed up your sides, from your hips to your waist, his thumbs stroking the soft fabric of your shirt.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze roaming over your face, your body. he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your stomach, right through your shirt. the gesture was so tender it made your heart ache. he continued his exploration, his lips tracing a path up your body as his hands slowly, torturously, inched your shirt upward. he kissed your ribs, the valley between your breasts, the hollow of your throat. each touch was deliberate and intentional.
you raised your arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head. he tossed it aside, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you in your simple lace bra. he didn't say anything, just watched for a moment, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. then he reached around, his fingers fumbling slightly with the clasp before it sprang free. he slid the straps from your shoulders, his gaze never leaving your skin as the bra fell away.
he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the swell of one breast, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. he took his time, worshiping every inch of you with his mouth and hands. he palmed the weight of your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
"jimin, please," you breathed, the need building to an almost unbearable pitch.
he looked up at you, a wicked glint in his eyes. "please what, baby?"
"touch me," you begged. "everywhere."
he chuckled, a low, husky sound. "that's the plan." he stood up, quickly shedding his own sweater and t-shirt, revealing the smooth, toned expanse of his chest and stomach. your eyes traced the lines of his muscles and the line art of his nevermind tattoo, and you reached out, wanting to feel him under your palms. he caught your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing your knuckles before guiding them to his chest. your fingers splayed across his warm skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
he kissed you again, hard and deep, as he walked you backward until your legs hit the bed. you fell back onto the floral comforter, and he followed, covering your body with his. the weight of him felt perfect, grounding. he kissed you until you were dizzy, his hips pressing into yours in a slow, teasing rhythm that drove you wild.
his hands deftly unbuttoned your jeans, and he lifted his hips just enough to slide them down your legs, taking your panties with them. he paused, kneeling between your thighs, just looking at you, laid bare for him. the vulnerability should have been scary, but the look in his eyes; a pure desire made you feel powerful.
"you're perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
he lowered his head, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him but not quite there. he repeated the action on the other side, his stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin. you were squirming, whimpering, by the time he finally parted your folds with his thumbs and gave you what you were craving.
the first swipe of his tongue was pure bliss. he was skilled, knowing exactly how to tease and torment, building the pressure slowly. he circled your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently into his mouth. your fingers tightened in his hair, holding him to you as waves of pleasure washed over you. he slid one finger inside you, then another, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you stare up at the ceiling.
"jimin," you gasped, your back arching off the bed. "don't stop."
jimin didn't stop immediately, but slowed his movements, his tongue and fingers gentling you through the waves of your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were a helpless, panting mess beneath him.
he kissed his way back up your body, his lips soft and worshipful against your still flushed skin. when he reached your mouth, you could taste yourself on him, a heady, intimate flavor that made a fresh surge of arousal course through you. you kissed him deeply, pouring all the gratitude and desire you felt into it.
"you're incredible," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with awe.
"you are," you countered, your hands roaming over the smooth, warm skin of his back. you could feel the tension coiled in his muscles, the evidence of his own desire pressing insistently against your thigh. you wanted, needed, to give him the same release he had just given you.
you pushed gently at his shoulder, rolling him over so you were straddling his hips. the look of surprise on his face quickly melted into one of dark appreciation as you leaned down, your hair cascading around both of your faces, and kissed him. you took your time, exploring his chest with your hands and mouth, tracing the defined lines of his abs with your tongue, feeling the way his muscles quivered in response. you loved having this power over him, the ability to make him gasp and shiver with just a simple touch.
you worked your way down, your eyes never leaving his. you could see the desperate need building in his gaze, the way his jaw was clenched with restraint. you reached the waistband of his jeans, your fingers making quick work of the button and zipper. he lifted his hips, allowing you to slide both his jeans and his boxers down his legs. his cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip already glistening with precum.
you'd imagined this, fantasized about it, but the reality of him was so much more intense. you wrapped your hand around his length, feeling the velvety skin over the steel-hard shaft. he let out a choked moan, his head falling back against the pillows. you stroked him slowly, watching his face as you did, learning what he liked.
"baby," he breathed, his voice strained. "please."
you leaned down and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him deeper. the taste of him was sweet and uniquely jimin. he groaned, one of his hands coming to rest gently on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as you set a rhythm, bobbing your head, taking him as deep as you could. you used your hand to stroke what you couldn't fit into your mouth, your movements sure and confident.
you could feel him getting closer, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet your mouth, his breathing becoming ragged. but just as you felt him start to tense, he gently tugged on your hair.
"stop," he gasped. "come here. i want to be inside you when i cum."
you released him with a final, lingering lick and crawled back up his body. he captured your lips in a searing kiss, rolling you over once more so he was on top. he settled between your thighs, his propped on his elbows as he looked down at you. the rain had slowed to a misty drizzle, and the only light in the room was the soft, golden glow from the bedside lamp. it cast his features in a warm, gentle light, making his eyes shine.
"are you sure?" he asked, his voice serious, even as his body trembled with need.
you reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "i've never been more sure of anything."
he smiled, that beautiful, genuine smile that you loved so much. and then he was pushing into you, slow and steady. the stretch was exquisite, a slight burn that quickly melted into a deep, full pleasure. he filled you completely, and for a moment, you both just lay there, savoring the feeling of finally being connected, skin to skin, heart to heart.
he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deep rhythm that was both tender and possessive. each thrust was deliberate, stoking the fire that was already smoldering in your belly. this wasn't frantic or desperate; it was a deep, soulful connection. he looked into your eyes the entire time, his gaze so intense it felt like he was seeing straight into your soul.
"you feel so good," he panted, his forehead dropping to yours. "so perfect and made for me."
the words sent a thrill through you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. the room was filled with the sounds of your soft moans, the slick sound of your bodies joining, and the gentle patter of rain against the window. it was the most intimate music you had ever heard.
he shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. a sharp cry escaped your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin.
"hold it," he murmured, his voice smug. he began to aim for that spot with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire body. the pressure began to build again, higher and higher than before, a tight coil of tension in your core.
"jimin," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i'm… i'm close."
"let go then, baby," he urged, his own rhythm becoming more erratic. "cum with me. let me feel you."
his words were your downfall. with a few more perfectly aimed thrusts, the coil inside you snapped, and you were flying. your orgasm crashed over you, more intense than the first, your body arching off the bed as a silent scream tore from your throat. your inner walls clenched around him, and with a guttural groan, he followed you over the edge. you felt him pulse inside you as he found his release, his body shuddering with the force of it, a gush of warm liquid filling you up.
he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies slick with sweat. the weight of him was comforting, and you ran your hands up and down his back, feeling his heart hammering against your chest.
after a few moments, he rolled off of you before grabbing some tissues off of the rusty motel desk and cleaning you up as best as he could. he tossed the tissue and plopped down onto the bed, pulling you into his arms. he tucked you against his side, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat a steady, soothing rhythm in your ear. he pulled the floral comforter over both of you, creating a warm, contented nest.
neither of you spoke for a long time, just lay there in the quiet, listening to the rain and the sound of each other's breathing. it was comfortable, peaceful. the unspoken thing was no longer hanging between you; it had been acknowledged, explored, and sealed in the most intimate way possible.
finally, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "so," he said, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "does this mean i get to call you my girlfriend?"
you tilted your head up to look at him, a wide smile spreading across your face. "i think that's probably a good idea jimin."
he beamed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "good." he tightened his arms around you. "because i'm not letting you go now, never."
you snuggled closer, pressing a kiss to his chest. as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, the rain finally stopping outside, you knew this cozy, rainy night at a rundown motel was just the beginning of something magical.
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