A/N: This fic is dedicated to my love for plants and the boy who gave me my first bouquet of flowers that I will always cherish in every lifetime. 💐
Summary: Your grandmother always said flowers could say things people couldn’t. You never believed her. Then you met Jimin.
Chapter I- Magnolias
—dignity, grace, perseverance. The kind of beauty that doesn’t ask to be noticed, but always is.
If someone asked you to name your favorite thing in the world flowers would probably be your answer. Not money, not food, flowers.
Magnolias were your favorite. Not because they were rare, or the kind of flower people stopped to stare at. You liked them because they didn’t try to be anything other than what they are. No effort, just existing exactly as they were meant to be.
Flowers made sense. They bloomed when cared for. Wilted when neglected. People were complicated in ways you never understood. Flowers weren’t.
Flowers had always been a huge part of your life. Ever since you were little you’d been obsessed with them. It started in your grandmothers garden.
Every summer, you’d spend hours amongst rows of roses, tulips, peonies and hydrangeas, while your grandmother told you stories with dirt beneath her fingernails and sunlight in her smile.
She taught you how to care for flowers, how to bring dying plants back to life, how every bloom carried a meaning of its own.
“Flowers speak.” She’d tell you. At 8 years old you thought it was just a thing adults said to seem wise. You never thought much about it afterwards. Not until a small flower shop opened up a few blocks away from your apartment.
Which was exactly how you became a regular at the flower shop. That and the fact that the florist was pretty. Not that you’d ever admit that out loud. The first time you’d seen Jimin, you’d nearly walked right back out of the shop.
Not because he’d done anything wrong.
Actually, he’d barely spoken at all.
He’d simply looked up from the bouquet he was arranging and smiled.
That was it. A normal smile. At least, it should have been.
Instead, you’d spent the entire walk home wondering why a stranger’s smile had managed to linger in your head for the rest of the day.
It only got worse after that.
Every visit turned into a conversation.
Every conversation turned into you staying longer than you originally planned.
Somewhere along the way, stopping by the flower shop had become part of your routine. You told yourself it was because of the flowers. The flowers were just a bonus.
At least, that was the lie you kept telling yourself.
The bell above the flower shop door chimed softly as you stepped inside. Warm air hit you instantly. Fresh stems, cold water, and that faint green scent of something just cut. The shop looked different every time you came in.
Not completely different.
Just enough.
A new arrangement in the display window.
Fresh bouquets sitting where yesterday’s had been.
Different flowers filling the metal buckets along the walls.
Jimin liked moving things around.
Or maybe flowers simply didn’t stay the same long enough for the shop to look identical twice.
Either way, you liked it. It felt alive. Like the shop was growing alongside the flowers inside it.
“You’re late today.” The voice came before you even fully looked up. Jimin was already watching you from behind the counter, like he’d been expecting you to walk in at that exact second.
“Good morning to you too.” You said. He smiled softly. He had a smile that anyone that seen him would fall for. If angels were to descend the earth he would definitely be one of them.
“I’ve had your bouquet ready for twenty minutes.” He said it like it was normal. Like he always knew you were coming. You frown.
“You don’t even know if I wanted flowers today.” You raised a brow trying not to focus on how he said “your bouquet” like it had belonged to you already.
“Sure I do.” He smiled as he held out a bundle of Magnolias. Wrapped neatly in brown paper and tied with thin twine like he actually took his time with it.
You look down at the flowers then back up at him. He only smiles.
“You only buy these when you’re pretending everything’s fine.” He said. His voice is calm. Your hand froze halfway to the bouquet.
“That’s…oddly specific.” You laughed a little but it didn’t fully land.
“Is it?” He finally looked at you properly.
“Jimin.” His name came out softer than you meant it to.
“You buy Sunflowers when you’re excited, Peonies when you’re celebrating something, and Magnolias when you’ve had a bad week and don’t wanna talk about it.” Heat crept up your neck. You didn’t realize how much he’d been keeping track.
“You’ve been keeping track?” The question slipped out before you could stop it.
Because suddenly all you could think about was how long he’d been paying attention.
Long enough to know your favorite flowers.
Long enough to know what you bought when you were happy.
Long enough to know what you bought when you weren’t.
You glanced down at the bouquet again.
White petals.
Brown paper.
Twine tied neatly around the stems.
You’d never thought much about the bouquets before.
Now you were wondering if maybe you should have.
Jimin noticed things.
Apparently more things than you realized.
He just chuckles and shakes his head.
“I work in a flower shop. Observing people is part of the job.” He said.
“That’s not true.”
“It’s true for me.” For a moment neither of you spoke. Then he gently pushed the bouquet towards you.
“It’s on me today.” His eyes softened looking at you. You weren’t sure if he was being nice to you because you weren’t a regular but it made you feel something you weren’t sure you needed to feel.
Genre: 18+ MINORS DNI Smut, Porn with some plot, worship, orgasm denial, praise kink
Synopsis: Jimin is a spirit of desire. The story of "The Legend of Florere Pond" is a folktale passed down for generations about a desire-granting spirit that lived in a peach blossom pond. (Y/N), who has been having a rough time, seeks out this spirit in hope of release. He is more than happy to help with those desires in any way he can.
Word Count: 3.6k
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She was desperate.
The Legend of Florere Pond is the passed-down town tale in (Y/N)’s town. If you walked far enough into the forest, you’d find its entrance close to a sycamore tree. People say very few people have come across it, as only those deemed worthy by the spirit guarding it are allowed to pass into its domain. Those who have claimed to see it described it as a tranquil icy blue pond with the most transparent, beautiful water. Peach trees in perpetual bloom cascaded their blossoms decorating the lake in a light pink layer. Speckling the pink lay differing greens of lilypads. Most importantly: when you touch down upon the water, blooming ripples would sprout from your fingertips and reflect a gentle finger mirroring yours from the depths below. If you managed to coax the spirit out, he would be able to see into your deepest desires.
(Y/N) needed some sort of escape, the world had gotten too fast. Work had been a nightmare, her co-workers only harassed her more due to her being a new employee, and her boss only fed into it. Her family had cut her out recently due to a fallout over her choice to leave law school. On top of all of that? Her best friend had recently stopped talking to her. The last solace of her day was her pet cat that she could come home and talk to, but no one ever gave her full accompaniment. Everything had felt empty, gray.
God, what would she do for a bit of color? And, my, did Florere Pound sound radiant.
She kissed her cat on top of the forehead between the ears, giving one last scratch after feeding him. Then, she slung a bag over her shoulders and head out. The sun rained upon her, covering her in a blanket of summertime warmth. Yet, that warmth did little to reach near her bones, only touching the surface of the tension that gnawed like frostbite inside of her. She found herself at the edge of tall trees looming above her, blocking out the sun from her once more. With one foot, she stepped inside and began to roam through.
It was much chillier within the walls of the forest. The trees were too thick to truly see anything through them, and she had turned too many times to find which way she had begun. Her heart beat faster as she got more committed to the forest, and the realization set in. Everything had looked the same, growing dizzier and dizzier, tree, upon the grass, upon another tree, upon a puddle. Everything was the same over and over, nothing defining enough use as a landmark. No sycamore tree was in sight, and (Y/N) grew desperate.
“Shit!” She yelled as she looked at what she could only assume was the same tree she had usually been looking at, and kicked a rock in her frustration. It batted against the bark of the tree, doing little to hurt it.
(Y/N) took out her phone- no signal. She’d have to wander until she was close enough to get at least a bar. That way she could look up on maps some routes to get back.
She turned around for what she could only assume was the seventeenth time she had decided to ‘turn around’ to find her way back, and began to walk again. How naive did she have to be to believe in some ‘spirit’ anyway?
Looming above her was a tree that contrasted beyond the rest. It was a striking white, with crawling limbs touching the sky, and patches of leaves dwindling off it. A sycamore tree.
‘Come closer, I want to see you.’
The whispery voice shimmered in her ears, she could almost feel the light tease of lips against her ear with how intimately close the voice was to her. A light breeze brought goosebumps across her neck, feeling like nails tickling down her back, carving the arch within it. Her eyes widened, and she felt the pull to the sycamore tree in front of her.
All doubts began to slowly flood her mind, and that simple touch released the tension that was in her shoulders. She turned back sharply, to see nothing behind her as if she had imagined it all in her head. Once more she looked at the sycamore tree, every second that she wasn’t getting closer to it felt like reigning in a pulling force. So, she gave in, allowing herself to be pushed in front of it.
Yet, beyond the tree there was nothing, so she lightly touched it, running her fingers against the rough bark. A wave of dizziness crashed over her, and she tried to keep upright, holding onto the tree to keep herself up. She swung around to rest her back against it, her breath growing into heaves as she fought against the darkness that was swallowing her.
‘It’s okay.’ The same voice reassured lightly, ‘You’ll be here soon.’
Her head felt heavy as she raised it, feeling her whole world turned upside down. She was curled up into herself on the ground, the sun glistening upon her once more. Her vision slowly adjusted, and she saw herself, slightly distorted below her. Slowly raising up in confusion, she looked down to see her reflection, rippling against light ripples within a body of water. Adorned in the water floated by soft pink blossoms- peach blossoms. It was real all along?
There was only one way to test that theory. She reached her hand into the water, dipping the very tip of her index finger into the water, and reflecting upon it: another finger similar to hers.
“(Y/N),” the voice whispered, “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).”
“What?” She responded a bit confused, she could tell the voice was one of a male.
“Such a pretty name, (Y/N).” He said again, his voice was airy and bright, almost in a teasing tone.
“Thank you?” she responded in confusion, “Is this…”
“Florere Pond? Yes.” He said.
(Y/N) looked around, seeing everything around her, it was truly as colorful as all the tales told it to be. Peach trees completely surrounded the pond, fog lingering between them, and the lake was such a vibrant aqua.
“Look,” the voice called, “Look into the water.”
She looked down, and gently swiped her arm across the water, pushing away the petals that covered the surface. There, lingering in the reflection showed a boy, reflecting as if he was right above the pond as she was. He had beautiful pink hair, and plump lips to match his soft face. His smile reached into his eyes as he laughed a bit, wearing a silky white shirt that near translucent, and tight black dress pants that wrapped around high-waisted.
“Let’s get acquainted, shall we? It’s only fair you get to know me if I grant you your deepest desires,” he said, slowly his reflection got close to yours, the volume raising as he did. Yet, when she looked above the water next to her, there was nothing.
“My name is Jimin,” He whispered, “and all I am here to do is help you, take care of you, please you.”
“... Jimin?” She whispered looking at his reflection, and he nodded as he smiled, his hand slowly reaching over to her face, yet all she felt was heat against the area.
“It sounds prettier from you,” he laughed teasingly into her ear as he stroked his thumb on her cheek.
She felt herself get warmer from the attention, and tried to collect the words as they scattered in her mind.
“I, just, didn’t want to be alone.” she finally stammered out, looking at the spirit.
“I know,” he whispered, “You just need some time to relax, to get away from the ‘real world’ for a moment.”
“It’s been all too much,” she whispered, tears beginning to glisten, as did the surface of the water, her eyes.
Jimin smiled lightly again and leaned closer to her ear again. The same tingly sensation rose within her stomach as he did.
“It’s okay, here we’re alone, and we can do whatever you want.” he said quietly, “I know you’re thinking of so many ways I could help you relax right now. Every single touch is sending you into overdrive, I see it, I feel it.”
He wasn’t even corporal, and this spirit had managed to make her stomach erupt. Every inch of her skin was begging to feel the same sensations as her neck and ear had to the mere existence of a breeze that she took to be his breath.
“Please,” she finally released, this spirit had managed to gain trust through mere subtleties.
He laughed a bit, “Whatever you so desire, my dear.”
The reflection disappeared, and for a moment she felt alone once more. The air grew thick as she looked down, confused. The water began to ripple a bit, and slowly the ends of pink hair peaked through the blossoms, a head raising out of the water, soon following the soaked shirt of Jimin, clinging tightly against his skin as he pulled himself out. He was lean, but muscular through and through. Seeing him outside of a reflection set it for her, and the comforting smile he gave once his eyes opened to meet hers.
“I’ll give you the best night of your life,” he said, moving closer to her as the peach blossoms moved against his path, “You’ll go back to your world feeling more relaxed than you ever have if you so let me.”
He leaned forward and coyishly moved to rest his head in the cranny of her neck, looking innocently up into her eyes. Yet, beyond it was a devilish smirk. He was an enigma to anything you had ever seen before, a toying playful spirit, a helpful hand, and a sinner wrapped up into one being.
“Yes,” she let out lightly, looking down at the spirit beneath her. He laughed lightly, sending shivers once more down her body as he did right against the skin of her neck.
Slowly his lips connected to the skin, his hand slowly trailing to the arch of her back again, resting in it as she pushed herself forward into his touch. He kissed lightly against it, his lips exploring every inch of the area, moving up to her jaw, and cheek, and then slowly meeting with half-lidded eyes into hers.
“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered, “I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. It took you so long just to come to wander into my domain so that I could see you for myself.”
So he had known her? She gulped against his words and opened her eyes.
“I caught your attention?” she whispered.
“Of course, you did, dear.” he smirked, “And I could only hope you’d welcome me in.”
Once more he resumed what he was doing, connecting his lips against hers in a gentle romantic kiss. The mere touch sent sparks throughout the entirety of (Y/N)’s body, his kiss served as a miracle giver, a blessing upon her. Every stroke and touch took every worry and pulled it out upon release. It was magical. He got growingly more curious as his lips trailed down to the edge of her shirt, looking up at her once more with eyes growing in his own sinful desire.
“Would you like me to remove this for you, dear?” he asked, leaving her just to breathlessly nod.
Slowly his fingers hooked around the edges of her shirt, lifting it up, his hands holding her hips as he reached down and kissed upon the edges of her breasts that showed beyond the bra that was still covering them. Soon, he grew a tiny bit rougher as he sucked, leaving purple blooms to begin to grow. He grew greedier upon each one, and she only grew more desperate against the teasing.
Soon her own hand began to explore, running fingers through his pink hair, which was awfully soft. Her hand trailed against his back and ran up his shirt, running nails down his back lightly.
“You’re getting needier,” he laughed a bit as he still kept low, “it’s cute.”
The praise only sent her into more desire as she nodded.
He ran his lips down to the base of her stomach, looking at her shorts, hooking around them as well as he pulled them down, hooking around the panties as he basked in her full glory.
“Ah, my apologies, it must be so rude for me not even to give back.” He smiled as he pulled back for a moment, and she gasped out at the lack of touch. The cold kiss of air against her clit made her shiver. Slowly he pulled off his own shirt, revealing abs that glistened against the surface of the water. He removed his pants, to reveal his true desires as well, hiding as he too was awfully aroused, shown in the tent in his boxers. Soon, those were off too as he sprung out, hitting his stomach. He gave off a show as he removed his clothes, turning, making sure each article took as long as possible to take off.
“Please,” she pleaded, “Jimin-”
“You’re so impatient darling” he whispered as he looked at her, watching as she was practically squirming.
Her own finger slowly lowered down to her clit, rubbing against it as she was desperate. The finger glided along perfectly as the arousal slicked her already.
“Shh” he reached forward and grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement and making her whine, “I’m supposed to be the one pleasuring you darling, don’t you remember?”
Biting her lip she nodded, this spirit singlehandedly was the most caring, and pleasurable being.
“I want to worship and bask in your beauty” he whispered, “In hopes that you’d see the same reflection I see of you in front of me, the you I’ve wanted for so so long, darling.”
Slowly he kissed down lower and lower against her, his lips grazing her folds, pulling her forward so that her legs dangled into the pond he stood in.
“Jimin please just touch me,” she whispered.
He licked his lips as he looked up at her, “I want to savor every single taste of you darling, you have to be patient with me.”
Slowly he reached forward and pressed deeper into her, lips connecting with her clit as he began to lick, lips connecting his spit with her own wetness against her. She felt a wave of pleasure rack over her as his tongue worked against her, everything so smooth. She leaned herself back, bucking her hips up into his mouth as her head tilted back, moans falling out of her mouth as he worked against her.
He rested his hands against her hips, helping her hold herself up as he did just as he promised- savoring every single bit of her he got on his tongue, working perfectly as he licked stripes running up and down her, stimulating her clit with a flick. He kissed her again as his fingers tightened on her hips. Her own hands found his hair and tightened, pushing him further down on her. He didn’t mind it in the slightest.
“So sweet” he whispered as he pulled away for a second, just for her to push him back in, and he hummed against her pleased despite the forcefulness.
Her stomach tightened a bit as she felt herself getting close, Jimin slowly pulled away as he looked up at her, making her whine.
“Not yet, darling, there’s still so much we have to do,” he said, “I can’t have you releasing this early.”
He raised himself a bit more out of the water, his dick fresh out against the air. (Y/N) leaned up and looked down at it, her hand reaching down and wrapping around the base as she began to pump it.
“Ah- now you don’t have to please me,” Jimin insisted as he leaned his head back, the smirk still coming onto his face as he watched her practically fall apart in desperation, crawling to him. It lit up a fire within him that he made the cool facade.
“I want to” she whispered, “God, I really want to.”
Jimin couldn’t argue with that as he bit his lip, nodding, letting her pump him for a bit, his own moans coming out.
“(Y/N), you’re so pretty like this,” he said smiling as he looked down.
“You do too,” She said quietly as she looked up at him.
His own hand trailed down as she pumped, and head down to her entrance, slowly teasing it with his finger, before smoothly plunging into her, beginning to move. She moaned and her hand fell back, not stopping her movements on him as he pumped him. Slowly he added a second, moving faster as she gasped, spreading her legs.
“More,” she whispered breathlessly, making Jimin tease a smile against his lips, which were agape.
“Anything for you,” he whispered, “Your begging would make me want to do anything.”
He moved to line himself up with her entrance, before slowly pushing in. She felt full as he did, and all of her worries completely drained at that point, leaving her just to focus on the pleasure he gave.
He thrusted into her, rocking his hips slowly as he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her closer to the edge of the pond. All (Y/N) could do was wrap her arms around him as well, holding him as she dug her nails into his back. She held her head into his neck, moaning into the skin.
“Jimin” she moaned, “God, Jimin.”
The way she said his name sent him into overdrive, feeling himself shiver.
“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered into her ear again, making the goosebumps raise again, his hips rocked rhythmically, skillful and graceful. The water rippled in time with his thrusts below him.
Slowly he pulled her deeper into the water, making her gasp, but the water was warm around her. Blossoms floated around her as they tingled against her back, surrounding the both of them as Jimin didn’t even stutter in his thrusts, getting only faster as he did. His mouth roamed once more and found her neck, kissing hickies right into the skin again.
She felt herself getting close, “Jimin-” she whispered, “Jimin-”
Jimin picked her up and pulled out of the water again, stopping his movements for a moment, and making her gasp.
“No-” she sobbed out at the sudden loss of buildup. Jimin fully removed himself from the water, pining her down underneath him.
“Not yet,” he whispered into her ear, “Not yet, not yet”
He reached his thumb down and teased her clit again, still deep inside of her. Once more he rocked slowly, now on top of her as she lay on her back in the soft grass. Jimin was beautiful with the sun reflecting on top of him, and he was glowing. His thrusts once more resumed at a normal pace, making her grow more desperate.
“Please, please let me come!” she cried out, feeling her orgasms get closer and closer each time they were denied.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his thrusts suddenly gaining in pace as he got even faster against her, rocking her chest up and down. He took the opportunity to take one in his hand, kneading it and teasing against the nipple, his mouth going to work at the other one.
“I'm coming!” She yelled as Jimin moved out, and she felt her whole world rock around her as her hips spasmed, sharp squirts falling out, and Jimin smirked as he squirted all over him, feeling proud as he did, still rubbing her clit harshly to pull her through the orgasm. Once she was done, he pumped himself a couple of times, moaning as he too came on her stomach.
(Y/N), as she lay on the floor, felt lighter than she ever had, looking up into Jimin’s eyes, which had lost the arousal and were replaced with the same innocence she saw earlier.
“Oh, (Y/N),” he whispered, “we made such a mess,” he said leaning down and resting his head on the middle of her chest.
Her eyes widened at the two sides of this man and nodded.
“How do you feel?” he asked, hand reaching to stroke her cheek once more, caringly.
“So, much lighter,” was all she could get out, she felt like she wanted to lie there forever, in the midst of the peach blossom-covered grass with the man who just made all of her worries go away.
“Good,” he whispered, “Then your desire is fulfilled?”
“No, replaced,” she responded, “I want you.”
He laughed, “That’s a hard bargain,” he whispered, “But anything for you.”
She had fallen asleep soon after.
Ring. Ring.
She groggily turned her head, looking next to her, 7:00 A.M, her alarm for work was going off. Part of her wished that she could close her eyes and go back to that pond, return to that dream state once more. Yet, she had duties. The eyes of that man lingered in her mind, feeling disappointed as she had to go brush her teeth. She got into her work clothes and was prepared to start another god-forsaken day.
She head out of her apartment and opened the door to look to see the apartment next to her was fully sold, with boxes adorning the outside of it.
“Hello!” that voice.
She looked down the hall to see the same man from her dreams walk forward, carrying a box.
“My name is Jimin. I think you live in room 130, right? I’m moving into 131! I hope we can be good friends!” he bowed politely to you. A teasing smirk though ghosted beyond that bow.
Hi, i love your blog so much so I’m requesting a Jimin oneshot. I thought of a “jealousy fuck” : Jimin and his girlfriend ( reader ) are out with his family, at a dinner.
His cousin kinda flirts with her, so Jimin is jealous and acts possessive. He’s always around her, occasionally sneaking his arms around her hips or waist and kisses her and you know.
Then when they are finally at home, they end up on the bed or sofa ( you choose ) and fuck / make love.
remind me | pjm
pairing. jimin x reader established relationship au
genre. smut, fluff, jealousy
w.c. 2.1k
summary. After a dinner where Jimin’s cousin was a little too infatuated with you, you assure Jimin that your heart is set on him and only him and he proves his love back to you in bed.
contains. jealous & possessive jiminie, jimin won’t admit he’s jelly, jimin’s cousin is a homewrecker 🙄, soft/intimate sex, unprotected sex, so much kisses omg, fluffy shower scene, jimin is whipped and loves oc 🥹❤️
“remind me how much you love me… how I’m yours”
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It wasn’t the fact that he was showing you extra attention tonight, but the blatant possessiveness that came with it.
Jimin was never shy to show you off in front of his family. In fact, he loved to do that more than anything so that they could see the love of his life like how he does. Admirable, is what he thinks you are. Except tonight, it’s almost as if he’s trying his absolute best to prove you’re his. A sight for his eyes only.
Sat beside Jimin at his mom’s dining table, his arm slumped over your shoulder, you pat your boyfriend's thigh and try to meet his eyes despite the proximity. Your glance holds a question, eyebrows creased as you nod your head to his arm in gesture.
He interprets it incorrectly, however, assuming you thought his arm was uncomfortable for you, only to remove it and engulf the top of your thigh with his hand instead.
And after several more failed attempts to indirectly ask him what he was doing, even trying to excuse the two of you to the bathroom at one point only for Jimin to reply with an oblivious “you go ahead, I’m fine” followed by a kind smile, you gave up.
And it wasn’t until the car ride home that you were able to vaguely piece together what that whole possession act was about after going over the events and conversations that occurred at the dinner in your head.
“What was that about?” you ask, bringing the matter directly to his attention for the first time tonight, despite the fact you already know the answer.
Jimin stares straight ahead at the dark road as he continues to take you both home, one hand on the wheel as his other toys with his bottom lip, elbow on the window’s ledge.
His reaction is delayed as his brows furrow in attempted confusion a full two seconds after your question.
“What was what about?”
You roll your eyes and face him with a deadpanned expression, and he allows his eyes to flick over your still features before adverting them back to the road.
“What?” he asks again, his tone a tad bit exaggerated and it wouldn’t take a genius to detect his obvious acting.
Understanding that he won’t be the one to confess, you eliminate the opportunity you gave him to explain for himself, jumping straight to your own conclusions instead.
“If this is about your cousin then -”
“So you noticed too?”
His interruption catches you off guard and you fall silent for a moment as you register his words. But before you can answer his question, he speaks.
“I can’t believe he talked to you like that right in front of me. The audacity one must have -”
“I’m sure he was just being nice, Jimin.” Your tone was gentle but authoritative in an attempt to halt what you thought were absurd accusations of his.
Although, those ‘absurd accusations’ do make sense, in Jimin’s defense. But you’re sure his cousin meant no harm by all the compliments and gestures he gave you. However, when he kissed your hand, it did catch you off guard and you noticed the way Jimin’s hand fisted by his side. But posh people kiss hands all the time, you conclude. Even if his cousin isn’t necessarily posh (or British for that matter) it’s still just a gesture of basic, formal etiquette.
“Being nice?” Jimin reiterates your words, disbelief coating his tone. “Babe, he kissed you.”
“My hand.” you correct him.
Jimin scoffs, shaking his head and he doesn’t dare to glance over at you, keeping quiet for the remainder of the tension-filled ride.
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The delicate and soothing flow of the warm water dispersing from the shower head has sent you and Jimin into a much more relaxed state compared to a few moments ago.
It’s still silent, but it’s comfortable.
He even started washing your hair without you having to ask, the small yet loving gesture being instinctive to him, and it wasn’t until you turned around to face him in the large shower that he finally spoke.
“I’m not mad, by the way.” he guides you to stand directly beneath the stream, the soapy suds rinsing out of your hair.
“Well— at least not at you.”
You bring your own hands up to massage your roots, allowing the water to clear all remains of the shampoo. Your head is lolled back and eyes are gently shut, and Jimin catches himself admiring you.
“I know,” you softly respond, waiting a moment before continuing.
“And I’m not trying to take his side when I tell you he didn’t mean anything by it. I just really do think he didn’t purposely try to get on your nerves. He is your family after all.”
Jimin hears your words and understood them vaguely, but his attention is on you. He’s realizing that there will always be people like his cousin because just look at you. You’re stunning, he thinks. And he can’t fight the smile that pulls at his lips upon the further realization that you’re his.
Reopening your eyes, you're met with his small smile and dilated eyes.
“What?” you ask, voice coming out in a whisper as you feel yourself getting shy in front of his gaze.
Even after all the time you’ve been together, one look is all it takes to feel those same familiar butterflies that you felt the first time you met him.
“Nothing,” he whispers back, his top lip falling over his bottom as he restricts his smile from growing to save him from looking foolish.
But you wish he knew that you see his smiling face and lit-up eyes as anything but foolish. You see it as love, and in return, you feel loved. And this love is the very reason that people like his cousin is not something he should ever have to worry about because you only feel this way with him. No one else.
You take one step forward, closing the gap that was originally between you, and your hands press flat against his chest.
Looking up at him, your chin rests just below his collarbone, and he meets your gaze.
“You know I love you, right?”
He’s warm beneath your touch, and you can’t feel it but the butterflies are dancing in his stomach. His increasing heartbeat does a good job of representing that as the comfortable stream of the water truly accentuates the moment.
Nodding his head yes, his lips meet your forehead, leaving a soft, prolonged kiss.
“No, I need to hear you say it. Say you know that I love you.”
Your tone is hushed yet emphasized, genuinely wanting him to do as asked as if saying it out loud will give him a deeper understanding that your heart is set on him and only him.
“I know that you love me.”
Too busy soaking in the moment, he almost forgot how to speak but managed to add, “I love you too. A lot.”
Your hands snake up his chest until your arms are locking behind his neck and you’re reaching up to meet your lips with his.
It’s subtle, the meaning clear behind it but the intent is not fully there yet. That’s until you pull away with a light suction sound, eyes deep on his.
“Remind me how much you love me… how I’m yours.”
And just like that the intent comes to show, becoming even more clear as your lips travel to his neck this time, kissing softly before biting with little to no pressure.
A groan leaves his parted lips, the butterflies seemingly having traveled a little more south. And this time, you feel those butterflies of his as it’s becoming harder and harder against your bare stomach.
Blindly reaching behind you, you’re able to twist the nob of the shower head off, the new silence allowing the damage you're doing on his neck to be heard.
The more you feel him growing against you, the harder your biting gets and the lewder the sound of your lips against his neck gets.
And just as you start to need him, he reaches an arm out to push the glass shower door open, walking you backward until you are both safely out and he’s guiding you to the bedroom.
“But I’m all wet.” you giggle as you realize he’s now guiding you to the bed.
“I hoped so.” he teases, your legs against the edge of the queen-sized bed, the soft bedding felt against your water-droplet skin.
You allow yourself to fall back, internally cringing at the fact your wet hair was pressed against the dry comforter, but you know its going to be worth it.
Jimin follows, crawling over your body until his face aligns with yours his wet strands dripping water just beyond your forehead.
“You’re so beautiful, jagi. My pretty girl.”
A smile creeps onto your face and you whisper a shy “thank you”, your expression quickly transitioning into one of desire upon feeling his hungry lips again.
It’s quick when he guides your legs up, skipping foreplay altogether and lining himself up with you.
And you enjoy foreplay, but right now, he’s on a mission to prove his love.
“You weren’t lying,” he mutters as his tip is slippery against your sopping core, feeling just how wet you actually are for him.
He meets your eyes, waiting for your nod of permission for him to continue like how he always does before you make love.
It’s a small gesture that you really do appreciate. You appreciate how gentle he always is with you, never wanting to do anything that could potentially hurt you. Only doing what you want.
Ironically, his length begins to slowly ease into you, his hands blindly searching for yours and intertwining your fingers together.
“Keep going?”
“Yes.” you breath out sharply as you feel more and more of him, his girth stretching you out in the most orgasmic way.
He tries to refrain from moaning too much to fully concentrate on his movement in you, but when you buck your hips up to bottom him out, he can’t help his whimpers.
“Y/N.” he exhales, face nuzzling into your neck as he pulls out halfway only to slowly ease back in.
He finds a comfortable rhythm, and you both melt into it.
But if this weren’t an intimate moment, he’d be shamelessly telling you how proud he is to fuck what’s his. He’ll make you say it out loud. Make you tell him how he fucks you better than anyone else, even though he’s the only one. But this moment is a lot more subtle than that, and for good reason.
The difference between making love with Jimin and rough fucking is similar in terms of pleasure, but the underlying emotion that lingers when he slowly fucks into you is something you could die happily in.
His subtle ‘I love you’s’ that he spits out when the pleasure feels too good. The way he knows exactly where to aim. The soft and assuring kisses he places on your lips every once in a while when your moans become whiny. All of it makes you feel so overwhelmingly happy and loved. It makes you want to never part from his touch, and live in the moment forever, even as cliche as it might sound.
His thrusts pick up the slightest bit as he feels a pang of his desired pleasure spark in his lower stomach, and you can feel him twitch inside of you when you become more audible.
“Let me hear you, jagi.”
He unlocks one hand from yours, bringing it to wipe the hair out of your eyes and tuck it behind your ear.
“It feels so good, Jimin.” you almost cry, sucking in air through your teeth as you tighten your hold on his hand.
He’s confident that he can cum in sync with you, so using his free hands he allows his fingertips to toy with your clit.
You gasp, back arching an inch off the bed as you grind your hips.
His name falls past your lips more times than you could count, body tending as you feel the climatic bliss start to build.
“Jimin, I'm gonna cum. I’m—”
Upon your cue, he finally allows his own orgasm to approach before becoming undone on top of you, his jolting and cock spurting his warm aftermath deep into your convulsing core.
As his head becomes foggy in pleasure, all he sees is you. You’re in the same state, and the look shared right before you shut your eyes to finish riding out the feeling was like a confirmation of some sort.
He holds himself on top of you with his forearms for just a moment before recollecting himself and crashing his back to the space beside you.
Turning to face him, he’s already staring at you.
“Did that remind you?”
…
After having fallen asleep in the same spot on top of the wet sheets, you wake up in the middle of the night under freshly dried blankets and one of Jimin’s T-shirts covering your boding. Jimin is fast asleep next to you, and you can’t help it when you lean over to place one last kiss of the night on his cheek, murmuring one last ‘love you’ before laying down to go back to sleep.
“I love you,” Jimin whispers back in a sleepy voice, and once again, you’re reminded.
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A/N: hope this fulfilled your request anon <3 i was going to add actual dialogue for the cousin but i was eager to get to the fluff part lol (if u enjoyed this pls like, reblog, and send feedback!) also this was not proof read *im running on 2 hours of sleep T_T*
