Sub!Jimin who cries and whimpers, “Mommy.” every time you bounce relentlessly on his pretty sensitive cock.
Sub!Jimin who slurps and sucks greedily on your throbbing clit, while looking at you with the prettiest, adoring eyes.
Sub!Jimin who deep throat’s your strap, begging you to not go easy on him—encouraging you to go harder.
Sub!Jimin who sometimes leaves small hickeys on your body during aftercare, to show the world that you’re his.
Sub!Jimin who enjoys pampering you with acts of service, like sugaring you with—Cuddles, body rubs, delicious food, and your absolute favorite…being eaten out.
Sub!Jimin who wears the cutest, coquette lingeries ranging from pastel pinks to white to pastel purples; matching with you.
Sub!Jimin who loves it when your titties squeeze against his chest as you both are kissing.
Sub!Jimin who moans very heavenly whenever he is inside you, turning you on even more almost every single time.
Sub!Jimin who cums just by eating your pussy.
Sub!Jimin who fingers you until your legs are trembling, and you're squirting everywhere on the bed.
Sub!Jimin who loves it when you get possessive towards him during foreplay, declaring to him that he's Yours, while simultaneously having your hands wrapped around his neck gently as you ride him fervently.
“Best friends since childhood, once separated by social class and now forever connected as wife and husband. Fate shouldn’t have worked out so well for your forbidden love and yet it did. Jimin still cannot believe his luck, waiting for the very moment he wakes up from this sweet dream.”
Pairing: Queen!Reader x Queen Consort!Jimin
Genre: Royalty!AU, Fantasy, Romance, Smut
Warnings: just as the titel suggests Jimin is soooooo in love <3, she is equally as in love <3, sub!Jimin, soft Domme!Reader, married sex hihi which is a Big Deal for them <3, married sex in this universe means the husband is getting pegged, first time anal sex (m.receiving), anal fingering, use of a butt plug, use of lube, praise, jimin is an anal slut in the making ofc, she rides him while he still wears the plug, subby boy tears, whiney!jimin, lots of kisses, creampies, they're very horny for each other just saying, giddy aftercare
Wordcount: 8.4k
a/n: can y'all believe it? you are already getting the first installment of Peg The Husbands of the queendom universe fjdjads. and who is best for this role than knight!jimin? i love him with my entire tits fr. he is so fndsfndfad have fun my besties <3 and happy birthday to jimin my love <3
Jimin lived a different life not that long ago. He knew comfort, but he didn’t know riches. He had people to offer his deepest respect to, while nowadays he has people bowing their heads at him.
He slept in a room far from his love, while he shares the same bed with her each night these days.
He also couldn’t call her his love, having to hide his love for her because what they had was forbidden.
Sometimes this previous life feels like a distant dream to him. He is so happy these days that it is hard to believe he wasn’t in the past.
The reason for his happiness is currently sitting under the almond tree of the castle gardens. It isn’t in the main garden, but a smaller side garden at the back of the castle with a view of the mountains instead of the ocean. You enjoy sitting in these gardens and working on your embroideries when the weather is especially hot. The castle keeps the sunlight away, which keeps the temperatures lower than in the main garden.
You are currently alone, having your back turned to the pathway and therefore Jimin.
The latter greets the guards waiting by the gates with a nod of his head as he passes them.
He is still the commander of them, as much as he is their queen consort. He is actually the very first queen consort, who is also leader of the Queen’s Guard and Jimin truly honours this title. He wants to pay it justice and you always assure him that he does. He gets very happy when you compliment him.
Jimin says your name, upon which you look over your shoulder. Your face lights up instantly.
“My beloved, what a wonderful surprise”, you say, placing your project to the side now that he is here. Your love.
“How are you, my beloved?” Jimin asks and leans down to kiss your lips. He keeps his hands on your shoulders afterwards, massaging them softly.
“Now that you are here, better than ever. Look at the progress I made today. You can already recognise the mountains”, you say and hold the embroidered fabric against the horizon so it would overlap with the mountains in the distance.
“This looks beautiful. It is as if I am looking at them”, he says.
“I thank you. This means a great deal to me”, you say, lowering your work. You smooth it out on your lap and lean into his touch, “mhm my beloved, you know exactly how to soothe my aches.”
“Are your shoulders tense, my beloved? Have you been hunching again?”
He earns himself a soft nudge to his hand.
“Why must you always remind me of my terrible posture?”
“Because somebody has to”, Jimin jokes, making you laugh with it.
Jimin laughs with you. He loves making you laugh. It is his greatest joy in life.
“As a matter of fact, I haven’t been hunching today. I believe that I slept wrong.”
“You seemed lost in a deep sleep today. I dropped my sword today and you didn’t even flinch.”
“I didn’t notice at all”, you say and look at him again, lacing your fingers with him, “I believe it is because I can sleep next to you. I feel at peace with you at my bedside.”
“I feel the same.”
You smile because he will always make you feel better.
Jimin retorts it, stepping back when you stand up. You take your embroidery with you.
“Is dinner ready? Did you come here to get me?”
“I did. They are making star trout tonight. My favourite. I am already so excited”, Jimin says, holding your hand.
“I told them to do so because today is a special day.”
“A special day?”
You nod your head and rest it again him afterwards.
“Today is the day I can look at you and call you my beloved.”
Jimin blushes.
“What are you even saying? You have been able to do so for some time already”, he mumbles shyly.
“Is that so? Would you look at that? Seems that every day in my life has become special”, you are very clearly courting him right now and it is working way too well.
He has nothing to retort, giggling like a giddy boy as he skips beside you and gazes at you as if you were his sunlight.
He is even blind to the other guards and their fond but also slightly exasperated expressions. One must excuse them. They had to bear witness to way too many romantic moments between you and Jimin ever since you made your love official. A person can only take that many moments before they wish to be left in the dark.
A blanket of tranquillity lies itself upon the castle after dinner. Life has become more peaceful ever since you and Jimin became one. Not just for you and him, but the queendom as well.
Your people always loved Jimin. He is the kind of commander who walks the streets instead of galloping through them on a high horse. He is the kind of commander who helps the sick, the wounded and the weak. His kind heart and loving nature earned the heart of your people long before he became your husband.
Your wedding was a day of celebration and happiness. The queendom genuinely celebrated your connection and life has become more peaceful ever since. Almost as if a flower of security bloomed in the heart of each person.
The hours after dinner are quiet and peaceful. Conversations become whispers. Music becomes melodies in the wind. And the crashing of waves becomes gentle rushing.
Jimin has to do his last rounds, while you excuse yourself to the library with your handmaidens. It is a tradition of you and them to do a last few stitches before bed.
You are chattering excitedly when Jimin joins you. Their conversations turns into hushed whispers, their eyes run over him curiously.
You look over your shoulder. He is in light armour, sword strapped to his hip belt and dark hair tied back in a tight bun. He is resting his hand on the sword handle, standing by the door.
“Were your rounds successful?” you ask him and place the cross stitch aside for good.
You close the distance. Your maids follow you.
“They were successful. The grounds are safe for the night. The guards are on their posts.”
You and he converse as you make your way to the bedroom.
“This is good to hear. I made more progress on the mountains.”
“You did? This is wonderful.”
“Yes, indeed.”
You and he stop in front of your bedroom, exchanging a look. Well, you are because for some reason he is stopping which is unusual these days.
“Sleep tight”, he says and bows his head. He steps back, clearly wanting to leave.
“Are you going somewhere?”
He cocks his brow up in confusion and gives a secretive look to your maids to tell you that you weren’t alone. You lift your left hand to show him the very obvious wedding band on it.
“Hey silly, we are married. Everybody knows that we share a bed.”
“Oh”, he blushes and falls around your neck to hide away in embarrassment, “I was so trapped in my nightly routine of making my rounds and reporting to you that I wanted to leave for my room.”
You snicker, patting his back.
“You’re so silly, my beloved.”
“I feel stupid. This was the stupidest force of habit.”
“You’re not stupid.” You step back and take his hands. “Come, let’s go to bed.”
He nods his head, gazing at you with smitten eyes. He follows you with slightly wobbly knees, seeing nothing and no one but you.
“Please prepare the washing bowls for us and then leave us”, you tell your maids and they hurry to the bathroom while you and Jimin stay back in the bedroom.
His eyes race between yours, he seems enchanted.
“Don’t look at me like this”, you whisper.
“I can’t”, he breathes and cups your cheek, “you are the reason why I am grateful for my eyesight.”
“By Posaida, Jimin”, you gasp, heart fluttering unbearably.
He doesn’t snicker or giggle or give you a cocky look, which lets you know that what he said came from his heart.
You smile and cradle his face. He leans into your touch, eyes glistening adoringly.
“May I-”
“Yes”, he interrupts you, “no matter what you want to do to me. Yes.”
“What if I want to shave your hair?”
He laughs. You laugh.
“Well, maybe not everything.”
“Oh, you”, you snicker and pull him into the kiss you so crave to give him.
And Jimin kisses you back eagerly, wrapping his strong arms around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms are hooked behind his head, fingers trying to open the ties of his bun. They know their way because it’s been years since you started touching each other even when it was still forbidden.
Within seconds, his bun opens and you can bury your hands deep in his soft hair. He has such luscious locks that your hands are completely hidden in them. Jimin shivers and shudders because of your touch, heart beating the quickest it ever did. He loves you so much.
And you love him just as much. You give him a gentle nudge. The kiss breaks.
“Careful, I don’t want to stumble”, he gasps, looking at his feet.
“Then push me”, you say, twirling with him so he can be the one to lead you to bed.
He stops in front of it, gazing.
“Can I help you undress?”
“I want you to”, you say.
He dances his fingertips over your shoulders.
“We should probably wait until the maids are gone”, he whispers.
“Right. The maids. Why did I forget about them?” You nudge his cheek. “Probably because my mind is completely occupied with you.”
He blushes shyly, scrunching his nose.
“Don’t speak like this.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me blush and I look stupid when I blush.”
“You do not- hah! How dare you! You look very pretty when you blush”, you complain and pinch his cheeks.
He giggles, chasing the affection. Overtaken by his emotions he wants to hug you only to be stopped by his sword and armour.
“I should probably help you take off your armour in the meantime. May I?” you offer.
He allows you with a nod of his head.
You start with the shoulder plates, next his breast and back plate. They are made of leather and strengthened with chain mail. Again, it is his light armour meant to keep him safe but not entirely protected. You put each piece on the armour stand by the window and each time you return to him, he seems more smitten for you.
Next his sword. You have to get closer to him for it, lips almost touching and hearts racing unbearably.
“Whenever I look at this sword, I think of what I did with it”, you whisper.
His eyes widen, seconds later his cheeks are flushed and he cannot look at you anymore.
“You know what I am referring to, don’t you?”
“I do”, he croaks and clears his throat.
You snicker and walk to the armour stand. You feel so giddy because you get to court him openly and fluster him in the process. This is everything you ever wished for.
When you return to him, his breathing seems raised and he can’t take his eyes off you.
He gasps when you touch his arms. You shift your eyes to meet his gaze. The kiss you shared before, ruffled his hair. It is hanging into his face alluringly. His eyes, normally so sweet and inviting, are lowered in a lustful, desperate way.
The pull between you and him is so strong.
You slide your hands to his chest. His pulse is increased, his muscles tense at your touch.
You can’t stay away from him anymore. You have to kiss him.
Closer.
“My queen, the bathing room is prepared.”
Stop. Break apart. It hurts to be denied.
“Wonderful, ahm”, you clear your throat. “You are free for the night. Thank you.”
Your maids leave after bowing at you. You follow them to the bedroom door and lock it behind them.
Jimin hasn’t moved an inch when you turn. He still seems as desperate as he was before, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.
“I should probably wash up.”
“I want to taste your moans. Please.”
“By Posaida, Jimin. Control yourself.”
He closes the distance and grabs your hands.
“I can’t. You ruined me, talking about the sword and how you pleasured yourself with it. Please, be with me.”
“I want to be with you, but the day was long and I want to clean myself.”
“You are doing this to torture me, aren’t you? First work me up only to keep me waiting.”
Your tempting lips curl into a playful smile. Jimin moans softly and chases your hands when they dance down his arms.
“Perhaps. I believe it keeps the spirits high.”
“The only thing high right now is me.”
You snicker, “first washing up, then fun.”
Jimin swears that he has never moved as fast as does when it is his turn to wash up. You are already waiting for him in bed, surrounded by your sweet scent. He craves to be with you like a shipwrecked sailor craves the sight of land.
He leaves the bathing rooms in nothing but pants. He stops. You fell asleep. Disappointment plagues him for a moment, shame follows. How dare he feel disappointed when he has the honour of sharing the nightly hours with you.
He closes the distance to his side of the bed, climbing atop. He brushes his hand down your head and arm, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
Your shoulders lift to your ears, a snicker shakes you. First very quiet and shy before it turns into a mischievous giggle.
He says your name, gawking in confusion.
Your eyes peel open and crinkle as you beam up at him.
“I pranked you. Did you think I fell asleep?”
“Beloved, you mess with me too much”, he whines, only making your giggle grow.
“I’m sorry, oh forgive me. I had to. You make me want to act childish again”, you say and reach up to squish his cheeks.
Jimin follows your hands, lowering himself until he has to rest his elbows on each side of our head.
“Truth be told; I couldn’t fall asleep even if I tried. Not until I got the chance to be with you. All of you.”
“Are you sure that you want this?”
“Of course I am. Are you not?”
“I am so sure of it. It is all I could think of when I cleaned myself.”
You drag your thumb over his lips, making him sigh. His eyes cloud over in submission.
“Then take off my shift, my husband”, you whisper, sending his heart and groin equally parts aflame.
“Only if you take off my pants, my wife”, he answers you, making your heart jump in your chest.
You and he giggle as you get on your knees to undress each other. All these years spent yearning for each other, all these years having to pretend your love wasn’t there, all these years forced to sleep separately.
Finally being able to call each other wife and husband feels unreal and ecstatic at the same time.
“You first.” “You first.”
You and he say at the same time. You halt, having to share sweet giggles.
“Please allow me”, you say.
“Fine, I will allow you”, he gives up.
You place your fingertips on his collarbones, dancing them down to his chest. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly, his nipples harden.
You rest your hands on them, finding his devoted eyes.
“When I look at you, I want to worship every single inch of your body”, you say, voice barely above a whisper.
His cheeks flush, he cannot hold your eye contact for even one second longer. He giggles, wrapping his fingers around your wrists just to be closer to you, to make sure that this is real.
“Shouldn’t this be my task?”
“Not for as long as I have the say”, you tease him just so you can watch his cheeks flush more vividly.
You kiss them. One by one. Jimin cannot decide whether to hold his breath or gasp for air. Perhaps both. Perhaps he holds his breath until his lungs ache and then he gasps repeatedly. You have him messed up and you have barely even done anything.
You guide your kisses down his neck. His pulse races under your lips, his fingers tremble around your wrists.
“Are you nervous, my beloved?” you whisper against his ear.
“No, I’m excited”, Jimin sighs, shivering.
“Me too. I’m so excited.”
You slip your wrists out of his weakened grasp so you can dance your hands down to his tummy. His muscles tense under your touch, his chest heaves up and down quickly. You begin fumbling with his pants and Jimin swears that his heart might burst.
He is so excited.
“Mine. All mine”, you promise and seal it on his skin with a hickey on his neck. Your hands slip into his pants, cupping his buttocks.
Jimin squeaks out a gasp, opening his eyes. He hears his pulse in his ears, air suddenly feels like luxury.
“I wondered…”, you whisper sweetly, lulling him into an honest sense of tranquillity, “...and you can deny me of course, if you ever wasted a thought on the duties of a husband.”
Jimin feels every single movement your hands make on his bottom. He has to grasp your waist in order not to tumble from dizziness.
You change sides, whispering against his neck so sweetly that he feels charged in arousal.
“I’m only wondering of course and there is still so much time. We have barely been wife and husband, there is no rush”, you kiss his favourite spot, marking it afterwards.
Jimin whimpers, closing his eyes. You must be magical because he feels charmed beyond rescue. Not that he needs rescuing. He is exactly where he wants to be, thanking the goddesses for each passing second he gets to spend as your husband.
“Was this a good sound?” you ask, lifting your head. You take your hands away, eyes racing over his face. “Have I gone too far? What did this mean?”
“I feel very submissive right now.”
“So…is this a yes? A maybe? A no? A sometime later? A now? Or a never?” You babble, widening your eyes nervously.
Jimin wants to be with you. He read about it in a book and he isn’t blind to tradition. He knows of the marital duties a husband is expected to fulfill. There are some women who do not take their husband’s comforts into account, but you are not such a woman.
Jimin is still scared of being taken even though he really wants it. What if it will hurt? The book he read was written by a woman who clearly loved her husband. She described that the first time will be painful regardless of how careful one will be. She described what to do to make it possible before going into great detail of the many ways this specific act can be performed.
It was a few days after you and he returned from the honeymoon when he snuck away at the dead of night to read the specific book. He wanted to be prepared “for the worst” but the more he read, the more his curiosity grew. Perhaps a painful first time could be worth it for the rest of it.
“You are quiet an awfully long time. Just forget I even brought it up. I don’t know what came over me”, you say and lean in to kiss him.
Jimin stops you, “I want to do it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but I think…you have to take it slow. I’m scared that it will hurt.”
“Of course I will take it slow. We can go as far as you are comfortable.” You cradle his cheeks. “We have all the time in the universe, don’t we? Let’s take it slow and savour the journey.”
“I would like this a lot.”
“Me too.” You pull his forehead against yours. “I’m so happy that we have time, Jimin, that I can dedicate every second on you without having to feel guilty.”
“Me too. I’m so happy”, he chokes out, having to kiss you afterwards. He has to. He just has to.
You share his desperation, kissing him back as if you were running out of time. Even if you just spoke about having endless time.
Your hands drop to his hips and begin to tug his pants down. His cock springs free first, twitching against his stomach. He has been hard ever since you began touching him, moaning against your lips upon finally being free.
You answer him with a purr, hands working his pants over his sculpted behind. Truly, you have never seen a man with a more tempting bottom. Your heart skips beats at the mere thought that you will claim it as yours tonight.
You dreamt of doing so even long before you married him. Back then you were aware that this kind of intimacy is only meant to be performed between wife and husband. Merely thinking about it, you felt like a scandalous woman. Ever since you married him however, these thoughts have become more and more vivid.
You will have him tonight like only a wife is allowed with her husband.
You break the kiss with a shaky whimper. Jimin instantly cradles your cheeks, studying your face.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m just so happy. I dreamt of this moment for so long.”
“You have?”
You nod your head, caressing his waist.
“To be able to do this with you means so much to me. I get to be with you how only a wife can be.”
The situation finally sinks in for him properly. He never even thought of it this way. That he gets to perform this duty because he is a husband now. Your husband. Legally, publicly and eternally he is yours.
“My beloved”, he chokes out, “I never thought of it this way. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Jimin beloved. Oh you, just come here.”
You make him fall with a push to his chest. Jimin sits back onto his heels, stopping you with a snicker.
“Let me take off my pants first. I cannot move my legs.”
“Ah, yes. Forgive me. Go ahead.”
Jimin lies down on his back and takes off his pants this way. He throws them onto the ground, finally looking at you.
“When did you?” he gasp, eyes widening in awe at the view of your naked body. Your skin looks so silky and soft in the candle lights, your curves are so perfectly you. Jimin feels mesmerised by your breasts and enchanted by your cunt.
“By Posaida, my beloved…”
You smile at him, closing the distance with a sensual crawl. Jimin gets up onto his elbows, meeting your touch when you cradle his face.
“You are beautiful”, he whispers, gazing into your eyes.
“As are you”, you breathe, kissing him very briefly before you pull away. “Wait for me here.”
“Anything you need me to do”, he promises, chasing your touch until he physically cannot anymore. He drops into the pillow, following you with his eyes as you make your way through the room.
Your naked body is both art and temptation to him. He wants to admire it for the artwork that it is while at the same time, lust after it desperately. He is so lucky to be yours.
“My dear friend sent me these things ages ago when I was still with…well, you know my story.”
“I do.” He rolls to his side. “Have you? With him?”
“No. Of course not. We were never like you and I, you know that.”
“Yes, but he was your husband. The duties were still part of the contract.”
“I didn’t care about them and neither did he. I only have the tools because of my friend.” You pick up a jewellery case made of ebony wood. “They will be yours to feel first and forever after.”
You climb back on bed and place the case between you and him. Jimin sits up.
“Open it.”
He obeys your order, holding his breath for it. He places the lid aside, finally daring to look.
“Oh.”
“This is only part of what she sent me. The bigger ones are stored away for later.”
Atop red satin, three strangely shaped glass figures lay. One of them is shaped like, for a lack of better imagery in Jimin’s scrambled mind, a cone with a flat base. The second is vaguely phallus shaped with an unfamiliar texture along the shaft. And the last are very clearly three bells connected by a red string. They grow in size.
“What do you make of them?”
“I have never seen such tools before.”
“Aren’t they arousing to look at?”
“They are. But also kind of scary. Do you think it’s safe?”
“Yes, they are safe. Jimin”, you get out his name, drawing closer, “I want you. I want to make this feel good for you.”
“I want to be taken by you”, he confesses and places his hands over yours. He craves your kiss.
“Then choose what you want tonight.”
He picks the glass cone because it looked the easiest to take.
“The anal plug. A good choice”, you say and put the box aside.
“Is that what it is called?”
“Yes, I read about it in books.”
“You read it as well?”
You meet his eyes, “wait. You did as well?”
He nods his head.
“Is this where the first volume disappeared to? I was wondering where it went.”
He blushes, looking at his lap, “maybe.”
“Jimin, you sneaky man”, you laugh.
“I have been following the preparation steps each night in case you ever wanted me this way”, he confesses.
“You have?”
“Yes. They are comfortable in a way.”
“Oh, I want you so bad”, you growl, pushing him down into the pillow just to attack his face with kisses.
Jimin both giggles and moans, writhing sensually. Your breasts are pressed against his chest, your heated warmth is grinding against his thigh. He feels so aroused and at the same time so giddy because you kiss him so sweetly.
“Mhm you drive me mad, mhm”, you mumble between kisses. One last kiss on his lips then you sit up. “I have to control myself or I will ride you right here and now.”
His cock twitches and leaks.
“I know he would like that, wouldn’t he?” you coo, giving his tip a little rub.
Jimin instantly gasps, rolling his hips up. The effects of your touch shoot through his body like lightning.
“So sensitive, how pretty”, you purr, abandoning his lap afterwards.
You open a jar of some sort of cream and show it to him. It is white and opaque, glistening in its container. It is scentless.
“Is this lubricant?”
“Indeed it is.”
Jimin gulps. This is it. The moment he finally takes on his journey of becoming your true husband.
He flips onto his stomach and pulls his right leg up to his torso. His left leg he keeps stretched out while his sculpted arms are under the pillow he uses for his head.
“I’m ready”, he whispers, having his eyes closed.
You feel breathless at his display of unwavering trust just as much as you feel breathless at his presented body.
Tattoos of the moon phases are placed along his spine. He got them when he began working as your Queen’s Guard as his promise to always be loyal to you. Back then, the promise was hidden behind lies of knightly duties. It wasn’t an unusual symbol to get after all because your sigils are the five phases of the moon above the ocean stitched in silver onto aquamarine velvet.
“Your tattoo is beautiful, my beloved”, you praise, circling your thumbs down his back until you have reached his buttocks.
You finally dare a look. A gasp leaves you within the first second.
Except your own when you checked in the mirror out of curiosity – as one does of course – this is the first hole you see. It looks so delicate and very tight.
“Your hole is very arousing to view.”
Your praise makes him clench. Your stomach tingles at the view. You have to explore him otherwise you will go mad.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
You slather your fingers in the lubricant and connect them with his rim. He gasps at the contact, tensing his body. You can only imagine how nervous he must feel.
“Does this relax you?” you ask, circling his tight rim with two fingers. You hope that it does. You could never forgive yourself if you hurt him.
“Yes”, his voice is very breathy and quiet, but he seems truthful. And he is. This does more than just relax him, this arouses him. He thought it impossible to have another spot which matches his cockhead’s sensitivity but this does. Your fingers feel amazing against his rim.
“More.”
You increase the pressure on his rim, deepening the pleasure immensely. Jimin pulls his leg farther up, sticking up his bottom. It exposes more of his hole to you. He is pink inside. You never would have guessed. Oh how you want to stretch him out.
He seems so willing. Perhaps if you tried with your pointer finger. The lubricant works very well, allowing your digit to slip past his tight ring of muscle with little struggle. As a matter of fact, it works so well that you accidentally bury your entire finger in his hole in one push.
Jimin lets out a rather loud sound, hips twitching vigorously. He groans afterwards, twisting the sheets as his poor hole throbs around the sudden intruder.
“Shit. Sorry”, you gasp, “the lubricant made me slip, I’m so sorry.”
“I-its fine”, he assures you, clenching around your finger. It is more than fine. It is intense but so good.
“Are you in pain?”
“No. It feels weird, but in a good way.”
“So I can do this?” You move it.
Jimin yelps and buries his face in the pillow. A kick of his leg follows while his arms tense rather vigorously.
“Fuck, did this hurt?”
He shakes his head, pushing back on your finger.
“Can I do it again?”
He nods his head vigorously, pushing back more enthusiastically just to get the message across.
You pull out and glide back inside, making him groan loudly. His voice is muffled by the pillow, but the utter bliss of it still reaches your ears and turns you on without rescue. It also helps that you can watch his toes curl.
So you do it again and again and again. He might be the one getting penetrated, but it still feels just as good to you. His rim is very tight around your finger, squeezing down each time you bottom out. His walls are so warm and soft. This is so good. He is moaning so much more blissfully with each new thrust.
Every sound he lets out is truthful. Jimin thinks that this is the most intense and amazing thing he has ever done. This feels so good. Everything. Every single second of it.
At first it was weird. Up until now, his hole’s purpose was to keep stuff inside until it was time to do his business. Not in a million years would he have thought that he would ever take something up his hole instead of letting go of it. The penetration was weird at first because it was unfamiliar.
The initial weirdness is gone by now. As a matter of fact he misses the stretch whenever you pull out your finger and wishes for more whenever you penetrate him deep.
“Beloved, can you add another finger please?” he begs.
“Anything you need. Here it comes.”
“Oh fuck, urgh”, Jimin growls and bites the pillow, pushing back on your fingers.
“Good?”
“Hmhm”, he assures you with a blissfully twitching body. It is amazing. Two fingers are so much more intense and of course unfamiliar again. Unlike before however, Jimin welcomes the unfamiliarity, he wants it. He feels dizzy in bliss at the mere thought that he can take more.
He is finding out a lot about himself right now. Who would have thought that the aspect of “how much and how big?” can be so arousing to think about. Here he is with two of your digits inside his tight hole and he already thinks about the “more”.
“This feels so good”, he gets out as he fucks himself on your fingers repeatedly. The stretch, the feeling of fullness, the act of penetration. Everything feels so very good that Jimin cannot stop moving. Or moaning for that matter.
“I can’t believe this is happening. This is a dream”, you get out, keeping your hand still as you watch him chase your fingers. His pink hole moves and stretches around them. You never knew that it could look like this. It is so arousing.
Jimin moans in answer, clenching down on your fingers. He shares your sentiment. This is a dream and he hopes to never wake up. As a matter of fact, he wants to fall deeper.
“I want the toy”, he begs.
“Shit, I mean, yes okay.” You pull out your fingers to get the toy ready. “You have to excuse my language tonight, I can’t stop cursing.”
“Curse all you want, this is fucking amazing.”
You snicker. He is so funny.
“I agree. It is.” You connect the slickened toy with his relaxed hole. “Ready?”
“Yes, ready.”
You place your fingers on each side of his rim so you can stretch him a little bit and therefore make it easier. Your fingers definitely loosened him up, but he is still very, very small in comparison to the toy.
“I’m so scared to hurt you, please tell me the second I do”, you say.
“Yes.” He presents more of his bottom. “Please push it in.”
You apply pressure. Jimin tenses up.
“Relax, beloved.”
“Sorry, it’s a little uncomfortable.” He obeys as best as possible, gripping the pillow instead. His heart is pounding. He is so nervous in a good way.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, keep going please. I think I like it.”
“Alright. Just listen to my voice. Relax and enjoy, my beloved. You are my husband now, let me make it real.”
Your voice works wonders. Jimin feels as if he is floating on clouds. He doesn’t want to tense up anymore, he wants to melt. The once uncomfortable pressure turns into a warm tingle. It grows more and more until it tickles uncomfortably again. Jimin welcomes it, breathing through it and thinking to himself that deep down it feels really good.
“You are doing so well. The thickest part is almost in. Just keep listening to my voice. Nothing can hurt you. You are the best husband, my dream.”
Nothing hurts anymore and yet Jimin spills tears. He is your husband. Forever. The tingle reaches its crescendo and suddenly dies out within a second. He feels it deeper inside while his rim sits around something with the girth of your finger.
His pulse throbs around the toy, he can feel it. Just as he can feel his walls attempt to get comfortable around it. It is so much harder than your fingers. And colder, pinching deep inside as his walls convulse from the temperature.
He whimpers because of it, gathering more of the sheets between his fingers.
“Jimin, holy shit. You did it. How are you feeling?”
“Like yours.”
“You do?” you gasp.
He nods his head vigorously, clenching down. He relaxes instantly, biting his tongue. This is definitely a little painful, but he still doesn’t want it gone. It arouses him. Pain means that he is taking something bigger, that he is getting stretched out. The thought makes him leak into the sheets.
“I’m yours”, he chokes out, feeling far away.
“Jimin”, you choke out and drop into the sheets beside him. You pull his head up by his hair and tug him in for a kiss. Your arm closes around his head, palm cradling his cheek as you kiss him senseless.
Jimin swears that he has never been kissed like this. Or that he has ever been as aroused as he is right now. He thought that normal sex with you feels amazing, but this is on another level. Each time he tenses his muscles, the toy shifts inside him and turns him into a proper husband.
He cannot lie, the first few minutes with the toy inside were uncomfortable. He didn’t dare move or tense because it pinched inside. And then he suddenly found himself clenching on purpose because he wanted to feel it again. The toy is lodged so perfectly deep and the stretch is addictive. Nothing hurts anymore, everything feels so good.
Actually, there is one thing which hurts. His cock. He wants to be inside you.
“Ride me, please”, he begs.
“With the toy inside?”
“Yes.”
You growl into the kiss, feeding him your tongue as you flip him onto his back. The new pressure definitely makes him aware of the toy. Bolds of hot pleasure shoot through his lower body.
“Shit”, he gasps against your lips, arching his back.
The kiss breaks.
“Are you in pain?”
“No, I don’t want it to end”, he mewls, grinding his ass down into the mattress. He can shift the toy like this. There is a spot inside him which tingles like crazy anytime the toy presses against it. “This feels amazing.”
“I am so desperate for you. Oh so desperate.”
You do not waste time in dragging it out. Playing with his hole, feeling him and watching the toy stretch him out aroused you so much that you are leaking. You need to sit on him right this instant or you will implode.
You sink him in hastily, tasting his blissed moan and answering him in a purr.
“Mine.”
“Yours. Forever”, he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. He lets you pull him up into a sitting position, moaning against your lips when this increases the pressure on the toy. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
“Never.”
His arms wrap around you, his fingers dig into your soft parts. He needs it. He needs to grasp something, otherwise he would crumble. It is already paradise to be welcomed in your warmth, but to be plugged up as it happens changes his definition of paradise. He moans against your lips, tightening his hold on you.
“That’s it. Hold me, my beloved. Hold me”, you praise, caressing his scalp as you dance your hips on his length. You clench each time you lift your hips and shudder whenever he is deep inside. He grinds against your favourite spots while your clit rubs against his stomach. You will never get enough of him. Never.
Your name leaves his throat, his eyes open so he can stare at you in blissful submission. His cheeks are flushed, pearls of tears sit on his dark lashes.
“Can you feel the toy?”
“Yes”, his voice is shaky as it leaves him.
“Does it add something?”
“So much. Ah”, he drops his head against your chin because it falls there naturally, “___, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Ah, Jimin”, you moan and shift your head so his face falls against your neck. You hug him just as he hugs you, while your hips dance on him passionately.
Quite frankly, it is impossible to talk. The connection you currently experience renders you mute. Living for the other and basking in the burning pleasure is everything you can do. Others might call you unhealthily obsessed with him, but you do not agree. You have wanted him for years. You have loved him even longer. Your obsession will never be too much. You are mad for him, starving whenever you have to be far from him and glowing whenever he is near.
“You’re mine.”
“Yours”, he drags out, keeping his pretty mouth open afterwards because he cannot seem to find the strength to close it. It is his most beautiful look. His eyes are half-lidded and droopy, his puffy lips are so flushed, his cheeks match in colour. Truly, he has never looked better before and it all belongs to you.
Every change in expression, every noise, every tremble of his body. Yours. All yours.
His name leaves you in a desperate moan as your hips speed up. Skin slaps against skin, the distance shrinks. Jimin wails, throwing his head back. His legs shake, his back arches.
“What’s wrong?”
“You are going to make me climax.”
“Fuck, Jimin. Fuck, this is so fucking hot”, you growl, feeling your own body get closer and closer to the end.
You are bouncing on him with such vigour that Jimin is forced to bounce on the toy. The strength of your hips guides his own up and down on the plug, giving him a taste of how it will be once you truly fuck him. Each time you slam your hips down, his hole swallows the plug, grinding it right against the sensitive spot which has begun to throb by now. His rim is so stretched out that it barely feels the rough penetration. The sensitivity of it makes up for it, forcing his stomach to convulse.
Jimin wants to scream. He might have to once he orgasms. And if this continues it won’t be with his cock. He has never felt this way before. It is bloody addictive.
“I have to. I-I really have to.”
“I won’t stop you. Give me everything”, you encourage him, burying the toy deep inside him as you slam your hips down.
“___”, Jimin sobs and falls into the sheets as the unknown orgasm washes over him. He cries, pressing his hands to his eyes and arching his back.
You have never seen his stomach convulse like this or felt his legs shake in such ways. Is this it? The orgasms you read about in your books? The ones which last for ages and which will change a man forever?
This is it. This is actually it. You can feel him bumping you full of it with such vigour that it almost feels like a sin. Almost. You enjoy the sin. You want it. You chase it with sloppy hips and a leaking cunt while Jimin cries underneath you because it just doesn’t stop.
It doesn’t stop. It feels so good and it doesn’t stop.
He kicks the sheets, he twists his hair, he tugs on the sheets and grips the pillow and yet it doesn’t stop. As a matter of fact, it begins again. A new wave. Deep inside his body, the kind which makes his lower stomach cramp and his legs feel like melted wax.
“By fucking Posaida, ah!”
“Jimin, my beloved.”
It doesn’t help that you find your own bliss and therefore tighten around him. You drop on him, breasts squeezing against his chest and breath tickling his neck. He accidentally bruises your bottom as he grips it for dear life, his legs tremble uncontrollably. He makes noises he didn’t even know that he could make.
How oh how will he ever be able to survive the night once you and he start with the bigger toys? How will he be able to leave this room tomorrow and act normal after tonight?
He grips you until both your orgasms die down. The room is silent, only your shared gasps for air are heard. He orgasmed so much that your stomach feels bloated from it. It is trickling out of you slowly. You are dizzy and you can only imagine how Jimin must feel.
“This was amazing. My beloved, are you feeling alright?” you ask him, kissing his neck gently.
“Yes”, he whispers and shudders, “I don’t know what happened.”
“You had your first anal orgasms. Did you like them?”
“It was as if I was born anew and as if my body was hit by lightning at the same time. It didn’t want to stop.”
“You screamed so much.”
“Ah, please.” He throws his hand over his eyes and laughs in embarrassment. “I feel so ashamed. Do you think that somebody heard me?”
“If they did, all they heard was my husband getting fucked right”, you say and sit up as best as your weakened body allows you to. You grin, rubbing your hands up and down his sweaty torso.
“Don’t say that”, he whines, hiding away.
“But I just did.” You kiss his forehead. “You’re my husband and I will keep saying it.”
“Even if it embarrasses me?”
“Especially because it does.”
“I see”, he says and laughs.
You join him, laughing between kisses to his face. You love him so much.
“Ah Jimin, my beloved”, you sigh, sitting up so you can take in the ruined view of him. You like that, despite everything, he is still a little swollen inside you. You like having him close to you. It tingles so very nicely.
He meets your eyes, reaching up to caress your breasts. He knows that he is allowed to do so, basking in your soft sighs and the faint wiggles of your hips.
“I’m so happy”, he whispers.
“I’m happy too. And very leaky, I ought to clean us up.”
“I can help”, he sits up only to be pushed back into the pillow.
“Let me take care of you.”
“Fine”, he gives up because he knows that discussions are fruitless. He watches you climb off him and giggles with you as you leak all over his thighs.
“You really enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” you tease.
“I did. You have no idea.”
“I think I might be getting an idea”, you say, rubbing your own stomach and flustering Jimin in the process. “Thank Posaida for fertility control spells, am I right?” you coo and nudge his messy length.
Jimin knows exactly what you are insinuating and it flusters him dearly. If it wasn’t for your queendom’s sorceress to put a fertility prevention spell on his seed, you and he would already be producing children like rabbits. It is an unofficial rule on the continent that men have to get these spells done to them to prevent pregnancies. Birth control shouldn’t be a burden the women have to carry, it is the responsibility of men to provide safe sex for their women. Jimin gladly underwent the procedure. It didn’t hurt and only took ten minutes. It also protects the body from spreadable diseases and it is entirely reversible if the loving couple ever decides that they want to start a family.
To think that you are currently insinuating that he already would have gotten you pregnant without the spell because of how passionately he orgasmed flusters him. He whines, hiding his face behind his hand and making you laugh in the process.
“You are so easily flustered, my beloved”, you tease and climb off the bed to get a washing bowl from the bathing room.
You return to him already cleaned up, climbing on bed to begin the process. He watches you, massaging your left breast mindlessly. He likes holding them because they are so soft and feel good when he squeezes them. Very gently of course, he does not wish to hurt you.
“I know that you are enjoying my breasts right now, but I have to flip you to get your bottom.”
“Yes, alright”, Jimin works with you, returning into his previous position as if he was meant to present his hole to you. Quite frankly, after tonight he believes that he is.
“It even got on here”, you say, wiping the white mess off his inner thighs and buttocks.
“I couldn’t stop.”
“I know. How good you are, my beloved.”
Jimin melts from the praise but tenses up in anticipation when he feels your fingers part him. He shifts his hips, presenting more of him to you.
“The material of the toy makes it so that I can see inside you. Oh if only there was a way to capture what I see, Jimin. This is such a beautiful view.”
Jimin exhales shakily. He can only imagine how it must look.
“I will take it out now. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I am.”
You tug carefully, rubbing his buttock for comfort. Not that Jimin needs comfort, his once tightened muscles became so relaxed and willing around the toy. Taking it out feels good, leaving his hole to gape for a few moments.
“Fucking shit.”
Jimin tenses and the gaping disappears.
“Fucking hells, Jimin. Your hole was so open for a moment. This just made my cunt throb.”
“Do you mean it?” he gasps, reaching behind himself to feel his own hole. His fingertips slip in easily, he feels so loosened up and soft. “Argh”, he whines, hiding away in embarrassment.
“I know. This is amazing. When we move on to bigger toys, I know that we will use this plug first to loosen you up.”
“I really want to move on, beloved. I know that I could do it.”
“I’m sure of it, beloved. How eager you are”, you coo as you clean his messy hole. You wipe him dry with a second towel afterwards then kiss a path along his spine until you can blanket him under you and nibble on his neck.
“All done.”
You and he roll to your sides so he ends up as your little spoon and you end up with him in your arms. He instantly holds your hand, playing with your fingers mindlessly.
“I really loved tonight”, he confesses, suddenly feeling oh so sleepy.
“I loved it too.”
“Can we do it again tomorrow?”
You smile, kissing his head, “did someone get a taste for anal?”
“Yes”, he laughs breathily, nodding his head. “Yes, definitely.”
“Mhm, you are so sweet.” You pull him closer, draping your leg over his waist. “Yes, we can do it again tomorrow.”
Jimin giggles, snuggling back into you. He might not be able to fall asleep tonight after all. He is so excited for tomorrow.
warnings: lowercase intentional, phone sex, sub!jimin, dom!reader, mommy kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, mentions of alcohol, “i love you” is used, pet names include: baby, baby boy, good boy, love
pairing: jimin x fem reader
wc: 1k
your boyfriend, jimin, is currently in paris for paris fashion week. he’s proudly promoting dior as one of their ambassadors. you’re so proud of him and wish you could have gone with him to see him, but your responsibilities back in korea kept you from the adventure.
it’s around 11am korean time, 2am paris time, when your phone rings. you immediately recognize it as the ringtone you have set for jimin, his song serendipity.
“hi, love.” you say softly as you pick up the phone.
you can immediately tell that he’s needy, desperate… horny.
thank god today is the day you work from home.
“baby! i miss you!” he says a little too loudly on the other end.
something else you can tell right away is that he’s drunk. you smile and shake your head, taking the phone from your ear and placing it on speaker.
“i miss you too. how was today?” you ask, typing at your computer.
“oh it was so nice! i got to walk the runway and then i went drinking with some other people. we tried this amazing red wine i know you would love so much.” he rambles.
“that’s good baby. i’m glad you had fun.”
he silent for a moment, then you hear it. the whine leave his lips.
“ji?” you ask, hands hovering above your keyboard.
“mhm? yeah?” he asks softly.
“are you horny?”
he pauses before whispering, “yes…”
you giggle and shake your head. “oh baby… all pent up?”
“i miss you so much…” he mumbles, another whine leaving his lips.
“turn on your camera.” you say to him, propping your phone up against your monitor and turning on your camera.
his face comes into view, a lazy smile on his lips. his blonde hair messy around his head. you lick your lips.
“hi baby boy. do you need mommy to help you cum?” your hands kneading your breasts through your top.
jimin bites his lip and nods. “y-yes mommy… please. need you…”
“are you touching now?”
“yes mommy.”
“over your pants? your boxers? is your cock out?”
“over my pants. didn’t want to touch more without your permission.”
“good boy. miles away from me and still know the rules…”
he moans at your words, flipping his phone camera to show him squeezing his bulge. you coo at him. “oh ji… i can see how hard you are… take it out for me. let me see…”
“o-okay…” his hips lift up and you watch as he slides his pajama pants and boxers down as best as he can with one hand.
your breath hitches as his cock springs free, slapping lightly against his stomach. his length is flushed a light shade of pink and his tip a darker shade. you can see a dribble of pre at the tip. his cock twitches once against his bare stomach and you sigh, pinching your nipples through your shirt.
“go ahead. touch yourself.” you order him.
“thank you. thank you mommy.” he sounds so happy and relieved as he begins to jerk his cock.
you watch as he starts slowly, squeezing his length as his hand moves up and down. you take off your shirt, your breasts bouncing free.
“thank you mommy. i love your body so much…” he moans out, pumping his cock faster.
you push your breasts together and smile at the camera. “i know baby. i bet you wish you could put your dick between my tits right now, hm? you just have to imagine. imagine how it feels. when you come, you can touch them all you want…”
“f-fuck…” his thumb rubs against the tip and he shudders, his abs flexing.
“i’m so proud of you, jimin. doing your military service, being a brand ambassador and traveling the world, your music career. i love you so much. i’m so proud of you. you’re so good for me…” you babble, pushing your tits closer to the camera.
“thank you mommy. love you too. thank you for helping me.” he groans, his hips lifting up from the mattress.
“faster, honey. i have a work call soon… need you to cum for me. need you to make a mess…” you say, eyes trained on his flushed member.
“yes mommy.” he removes his hand from his cock and you hear him spit into it.
you can’t help but moan and watch as his now wet hand wraps around his cock again, and moves up and down faster. he’s moaning heavily now, hips rising off the bed to meet the jerks of his hand.
“i’m close. oh fuck…” he gasps and you just know his eyes are rolling back into his head.
“cum for me, jimin. such a good boy. such a good boy for mommy. i need to see you cum. need you to feel good.”
he gasps again, then moans out. he pumps his cock twice, before spilling onto his stomach. some of him hits the camera, but he tries to aim it all onto his stomach.
he pants heavily, sucking in lungfuls of air, before flipping the camera back to his face. you smile and blow him a kiss, taking in his now disheveled appearance.
“did you have fun?” you question, your smile turning to a smirk.
“mhm… sorry you couldn’t touch…” he says, eyes falling closed.
“it’s alright. i’m glad you got to feel good. you know it makes me feel good to make you feel good.” you grab your shirt and throw it back on over your head.
“sleepy now…” he whispers, eyes still closed.
you laugh and click your tongue. “clean up first, then go to sleep.”
he groans and nods, opening his eyes and sitting up. he carries the phone into the bathroom. “i’ll shower. i promise.”
“good boy. i’ll see you in two days. have so much fun. i love you.” you pick up your phone and kiss the camera.
“i love you. thank you mommy.” he says, his head leaning over the camera and a lazy smile on his lips.
↳ dom!reader, sub!bts, (kinda) implied poly!ot7, reader isn’t gendered but has a dick, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, squirting, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation/slut shaming (consensual dw), breeding kink, daddy kink (r. receiving), pet play, mentions of bondage, lmk if i’m missing anything <3
↳ don’t know if anyone else fucks with bp bangtan… but i know i do!! also catboy yoongi is sooo hot to me - rj
❝ [kim seokjin] ¡! ❞
↳ seokjin will take you in any way you could think of. this man loves getting fucked more than anything in the world, so feel free to bend him over whenever you want. but he especially loves when you have him ride your cock, making him do all the work without you even lifting a finger. although jin is the #1 pillow princess, he can’t help but enjoy it when you punish him by making him seek his own pleasure without your help.
“what do you need, jinnie?” you can see how your words make him shiver from where he is sat in your lap. “please want your cock. i’ve been waiting for days!” his eyes are getting more teary the longer you make him wait. “i know you have been, sweetheart, i can feel you dripping through your panties.” he gasps, hips slightly shifting to gratify the pent up need radiating through his body. seokjin lets out small whines at the feeling of your cock rubbing against his clothed pussy. your hands come to rest on his hips to stop his movements, making him cry out, tears finally leaving his eyes as he pathetically pushes against your hands to let him move again. “if you want my cock, you can get it yourself.” once he hears your statement, jin is immediately scrambling to pull down both of your underwear and sliding down onto your dick. his slick walls easily suck you deeper as he rests his hands on your shoulders to help keep himself up right. he sits still for a moment, beautifully empaled of your cock, only to be startled back to reality when you place a sharp smack on his ass. “thought you wanted it bad, jinnie, what’s taking you so long?”
❝ [min yoongi] ¡! ❞
↳ yoongi likes it best when you take him from behind. holding himself up on his hands and knees, back arched as you pound in and out of his messy cunt. he loves it when you play into his fantasy, turning your little kitty into a bitch in heat. yoongi wants you to put a collar on him and place cute cat ears on his head, maybe even push a tail buttplug up his back hole. if he gets deep enough into his headspace he’ll start meowing, which makes you start fucking into him at a feral pace while you pump him full of your seed.
all that was heard throughout the dorm was the sound of skin on skin and the wet noise of slick being pushed out of yoongi’s hole. every time you hit his special spot, he would let out a string of meows which only encouraged you to fuck him harder. “does it feel good, kitty?” “meeoow~” was all he responded with, not being able to communicate with words once he got this far into his own head. “want me to fill you up with my pups? gonna knock you up just like you’ve been begging for, kitten.” your vulgar language causes the man’s arms to give out, making him fall face first into the mattress, the cat ears sliding further down into his disheveled hair. you reach your arm under his torso and force him to arch his back more, causing him to fuck your cock deeper into his soaking pussy. the wet sounds made by your ongoing thrusts cause yoongi to cry out, clenching around your dick as he gets closer to his climax. you groan at the feeling and finally fill him up, making him whine and cry as his greedy pussy sucks up every last drop.
❝ [jung hoseok] ¡! ❞
↳ hobi is a slut for seeing your face. any position where he can look at you while you fuck him will make him come very quickly. he loves when you put his legs over your shoulders while you fuck into him, the angle shooting pleasure straight to his core. he’s so loud in bed, unable to stop himself from screaming out when you hit the right spot inside him. he doesn’t even care if his members hear the noises he lets out, wanting them to know that he’s getting fucked by you so well.
“oh myyyy godd!!” hoseok’s screams reverberate around the room as you continue to piston into him at and incredible speed. each time you thrust into him his body goes flying against the headboard, legs flailing from where they are stationed around your shoulders. “that’s it, seok-ah. let everyone know how good i’m fucking you. bet they’re rubbing themselves to the sound of your moans.” your words have his legs trembling and his hands grasping at your arms, which are placed on his hips to keep him in place. “please! please i need it so bad!” hoseok cries out, the amount of cream caking at the base of your dick increasing after each thrust. “i’ll give you whatever you need, baby.” as you finish your sentence, he meets your eyes and you can feel the way he tightens at the intimate connection. your increasing speed causes immense pressure in his pussy, causing him to squirt around you. the liquid soaks both of your stomachs and makes the slide of your cock into his overstimulated pussy much smoother.
❝ [kim namjoon] ¡! ❞
↳ joon likes to get fucked laying on his bed with his legs wrapped around your waist. it’s so relaxing for him to have the ability to sit back and be taken care of. he enjoys you fucking him at a fast but gentle pace, relishing in the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of his walls. joon absolutely loves when you come inside of him but he doesn’t mind if you pull out and nut all over his thighs and tummy.
“taking me so well, joonie” “thank you, thank you- i love it so much. fucking me so good~” he replies, eyes struggling to focus on yours as you continue to thrust inside of him. “are you close, baby? i can feel you getting tighter around me.” your words makes his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth fall open in a silent moan. “gonna come! please can i come?” you lean down to suck on his neck as he keeps begging for release. you reach you hand between your two bodies, quickly rubbing his clit to bring him closer to the edge. “of course you can, baby. want you to come all over my cock.” at your words, he flings his head back against the pillows and allows the pleasure to overtake him. he releases his juices around you, soaking your hand and the bed sheets beneath you. “such a good boy, gonna come inside you now. i know you want it, baby.”
❝ [park jimin] ¡! ❞
↳ jimin really loves riding you, goes crazy at the thought of being able to take your dick however he wants. he especially likes reverse cowgirl, he loves twerking on your cock to hear you groan and give him a good slap on his cheeks. the sting only helps to keep him going, riding you harder once he knows that you are enjoying the view. another fan of creampies, he doesn’t like to let any of your come go to waste. if it slides out once you’re done with him, he’ll scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back inside.
jimin turns away from you, straddling your hips and lining himself up with your large cock. he is always excited when he’s able to take you inside him, no matter how long it’s been since it last happened. once he slides down to the hilt he looks back at you, only to find you staring straight at his butt. “i can never get enough of your fat ass, min. you always look so fucking good taking me.” you end your statement by gripping both of his asscheeks in your palms. jimin whines at once the possessive feeling of your hands on him disappears, leaning forward slightly and shaking his ass on your cock, listening to the sound of it clapping against your skin echo around the sweaty room. you groan at the sight and plant your feet against the bed, bucking your cock deep into jimin’s waiting pussy. he knows that by the end of the night he’ll be full of your seed and that satisfies him enough to let you set the pace, grasping the skin of your thighs in his small hands. “that’s it daddy, jiminie loves your dick so much.”
❝ [kim taehyung] ¡! ❞
↳ taehyung likes to be held while you’re having sex. whether that be you holding him tight to your chest while you gently thrust into him on the bed, or pining him against the wall as you claim his pussy for your own pleasure. as you go between the different scenarios, tae has his preferences of how he likes to be treated and addressed. if you’re slowly making love to him on your shared bed, he likes when you praise him and tell him how well he’s taking you. on the other hand, he loves when you call him a dirty whore when you are fucking him so fast he can barely comprehend what’s going on. as long as you give him proper aftercare, he’s happy.
“how do you want it tonight, taetae?” you gaze down at your sub from where he’s seated on the couch. “want to feel it. please.” he looks at you with puppy eyes and a pout that you would never be able to resist in a million years. “of course, jagiya. you know i’ll always give it to you however you want.” you lean down to scoop him into your arms, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist and his arms circling your neck. you carry him through the hallway, unable to focus on your steps as he sucks on your neck. you come to a stop outside his bedroom door, pushing him against the wall, unable to resist the urge to take him any longer. you shove your pants down and push his panties to the side, inserting your cock into his waiting hole and setting an overwhelming pace. taehyung throws his head back against the wall as you push into him and whisper dirty things into his ear. he comes alarmingly quick due to the amount of stimulation you were providing him with, you following shortly behind him, pulling out to come across his stomach. as you come down from your highs, you hear the door open down the hall and a voice ring out, “can we join next time?” you laugh at the request, knowing tonight is gonna be long for both you and taehyung.
❝ [jeon jungkook] ¡! ❞
↳ one of jungkook’s biggest kinks is bondage. he loves the feeling of being restricted and not having the ability to touch you. it makes him incredibly wet that you are able to do whatever you want to him and he can’t do anything to stop you. he likes when you tie his hands behind his back and fuck him doggy style, having to shove his face into the pillows to quite his screams. he also loves having you eat him out before fucking him because it gets him nice and ready to take your fat cock, but also it turns him on so much seeing you not be able to resist yourself when your face is shoved in his cunt.
“yes!! fuck me with your tongue! feels so good… i don’t know if i can wait any longer.” as soon as jungkook says that, you remove your face from his pussy, grabbing his hair to pull his back flush to your chest. “you’re not going to come until i’m fucking you with my cock. do you understand?” he immediately nods at your words, grinding his ass against your bulge as he tries to get you to put your dick in him. “words, guk.” “yes! yes! i understand! i promise i won’t come until you tell me to!” you let out a satisfied groan at his words, shoving his legs apart to line your cock up with his entrance. as you push in, jungkook can’t help but scream into the sheets beneath him, the pleasure in his core building up as you bottom out.
requested 〉 the members of the ot7 most to least likely to cry during sex.
note 〉 sub!bts x domme!reader
𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏
Jungkook
Seokjin
Yoongi
Hoseok
Taehyung
Namjoon
Jimin
𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏
Any heightened emotion can make Jungkook cry. He needs you to forgive him quickly. Sharing everything in this moment is important to him. If your eyes are dry and he’s hiccuping in a sob, understanding that you’ll hug him doesn’t stop Jungkook’s brain from convincing him he ruined it.
"I’m not crying because it feels bad. I’m not crying because of you.” Seokjin has the lines prepared. He doesn’t want to analyze why it happens. He doesn’t want his partners to pry, either. If you acknowledge his tears, touch them, and continue with nonchalance, Seokjin fades into the afterglow with content sniffles.
Overheated, inadequate dread holds the threat of tears inside. Yoongi needs to know that crying won’t push away partners he genuinely cares about. Permission to show this side of himself makes Yoongi reverent with gratefulness. Inevitably, he feels safe enough to talk about how these tears play into his favorite humiliation fantasies.
Hoseok understands that letting go of every control surrenders his predictability. After he gives you a carte blanche, Hoseok warns you―it’s different every time. He doesn’t know what startling things will burst out, either.
Dark moods draw Taehyung to intimacy. When everything hurts, Taehyung knows what will happen if you tease his needs and trickle nostalgic love murmurs into his ear. There’s no resistance. Tears feel like passion.
Namjoon is sensitive. He can patch up his own soul. Pleasure attacks his defenses, and spills the hurt out for you to accept. It’s always a mistake. Namjoon appreciates that you ask what he needs, but he doesn’t want to burden you when he’s trying to satisfy you.
Jimin balances the sensual and the sensitive. Sex is hot, intense, and happy. Something tips the balance. Jimin realizes needs are mismatched. Angry sex is cheering him up, but you’re still simmering―or, the rough dirty talk you promised doesn’t hit right. Jimin always whispers out that he needs to stop before he feels the first sting of pressure behind his nose.
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💎 » a/n » i’ve talked about the ot7 crying during sex before! you can find some of my thoughts ››here.
tw: fingering. jim is more soft!dom while mick is more mean!dom. also not proofread lmao so my bad if there’s spelling errors.
you had your arms cuffed behind your back while sitting on the couch in mick’s lap, his giant calloused fingers wrapped around your ankles to keep your legs open.
"look how wet she is, mick." Jim said, rubbing his middle finger up & down her hole softly while staring straight at your exposed flesh. Mick chuckled as he heard a small whine leave your mouth, "she likes that— she likes that a lot." his deep voice rumbled as his grip on your ankles tighten while a small tent forms in his pants.
"stop doing that.." you whine nearly breathlessly, squirming in his lap, try to close your legs due jim’s teasing. "no no, keep your legs open for papa, babygirl." jim said before sliding his middle finger in slowly, making you bite your lip in pleasure as his long, thick fingers push past your gspot; making a broken moan slip past your lips & shiver violently.
"oh, that’s the spot." mick chuckled after feeling you shiver violently. "yeah, she loves that," jim confirmed before slowly speeding up, "she’s gripping my finger, she loves that." jim finished. "you love that," mick began, letting one of your legs go as he grabbed your face by your cheeks, his thumb & middle smushing your cheeks together as he forced you to look at him, "don’tcha babygirl?" he finished, waiting for your answer.
your back arched off of his midsection as a moan flew right out your mouth. jim started fingering you faster, the sound of your tight cunt being forced open by jim’s quick strokes of his fingers threw him into a frenzy. "oh, what a pretty fucking pussy.." he hissed, using his free hand to spread open your lips, exposing your throbbing clit. the sudden exposure to your precious bud made you jolt, pushing yourself off of mick’s chest but he quick pulled you back down, "stay. still." he commanded, making your skin crawl.
"p-pa, i can’t t-take it..!~" you complained before your eyes rolled to the back of your head, melting into micks large chest as your papa, jim, started using his thumb, circling your clit as he pumped his long, thick fingers into your hole. "yes you can, we believe in you— don't you, mick?" jim asked, looking up at mick with a sinister smile.
"she knows that, she’s just being a big fuckin’ baby." mick chuckles, looking down at you, helpless in his arms. you felt embarrassed, humiliated even. the way he was talking to you was so rude, but you loved it. "i ain't no baby!" you retorted before you felt a stinging sensation on your cheek; mick had slapped you.
"raise your voice at me again & see if I won’t fuck you up, pretty." mick warned & when he did, he only does it once. he runs a VERY strict program. "sorry, daddy.." you apologized before another moan ripped through your mouth; jim was now sucking on your clit. "papa, please! ‘m g-gon..—" you began but was cut off from mick choking you.
"let papa eat that pretty pussy, 'kay?" mick said before his grip tightened around your neck, causing your vision to blur but you loved it; jim between your legs pampering you while mick was bullying you. it was a perfect balance— until you reached your climax.
"jim!!" you screamed aloud, your hole clenching in intervals around his fingers while he continued to eat you out, until he heard you call you by his government name, not his title. "say what?" he said, honestly shocked. he gave you all this pleasure just so you can call him ole measly 'jim'.
"i-.. i didn’t mean t— no no, it’s fine," jim cut you off, looking up at you as he licked his fingers & cleaned his lips with his tongue. mick shook his head in disappointment, "what a shame.." he stated before jim got up, immediately towering over you.
"mick, take over." jim said to him, making all the color from your face drop. "papa, wait!!" you pleaded, trying to apologize before you rose into the air, mick taking you to the bedroom.
Pairing: Sub!Jimin x Dom!Reader, no pronouns used, y/n is wearing a skirt
Summary: You're hooking up after his solo show in your city.
Word Count: 1040
Warnings: smut of course, Pegging, handjob, cum eating (Jimin), praise kink, Jimin's pet name is Bunny, and y/n is referred to as Mistress
Smut below the cut
"Tell me what you want," You stare down at your lover as you sit on the vanity in Jimin's green room.
"I want you.." Jimin whispers from over on the couch. He avoids eye contact and stares at his hands as he plays with them.
How can someone so beautiful be this shy about what they want?
You heard him, but you both know you don't like when he's being shy about what he wants.
"I'm sorry, baby I didn't hear you. Come here." You motion for your love to come closer to you.
"Yes, mistress."
Jimin waltz over to you and stand between your legs. He's still looking down chewing at you.
You lift his chin so that his focus on you. You gently kiss his lips, and he deepens the kiss. You grip his ass in those leather pants while you two get lost in each other.
Truth be told you've missed him. Dating someone this busy isn't easy, and his solo career is taking off. You've been there every step of the way. Supporting him and cheering him on because that's what partners do for each other.
"Tell me what you want, Bunny."
Jimin wraps his hands around your waist and holds you close to him. He leans closer to your ear. "I want you..to fuck me, Mistress."
A swirl of desires swims through your body when he tells you exactly what he wants. You have no problem giving into his needs especially after his flawless performance. He deserves to be taking care of and appreciated.
"Here?"
"Yes." Jimin nods, wide eye anticipating your next direction.
"It would be a first for us," You say, jumping off the vanity to walk over to your Birkin sitting on the table. You open the bag. "But, I'm always prepared." You pull out your strap on and hold it in the air.
"This is why I love you, Y/n."
You lift your skirt, flashing him your harness, and get ready for what's about to come.
Things have been hectic with his schedule and he's currently on tour in your home country, so you didn't think you would get to see him.
"I know you do, and I love you, too."
After you're ready to take on your lover, you push him against the couch. You sit on his lap, and you kiss him. His lips are so soft against yours and you love how he feels against you.
"You did so good tonight," you compliment him.
"Really.. I was really nervous because I knew you would be here tonight."
"Yes, baby. You were amazing out there. I'm really proud of you."
"Thank you, Y/n. It means a lot coming from you."
You move to kissing him on his neck. "Are you ready to ride me?" You ask him.
"Yes, mistress. I am." Jimin smiles and you swear it's the cutest thing to see.
You get off his lap and sit next to him on the couch. "Take off your clothes and lube me up, bunny."
Jimin stands up and quickly gets out of his clothes giving you a show in the process.
He's missed you terribly and when he found out you were coming tonight he knew that he would be able to have a private moment with you.
He wanted everything to be perfect for you. The show, the experience of picking you up in a nice car, and getting you the best hotel in your city.
All of these things matter to him and he wants to please you. Your approval means so much to him.
He retrieves the lube from your birkin bag that he bought you just because he wanted to. He rushes over to you and gets on his knees.
Jimin lifts your skirt and pours lube on your dildo. He massages it and coats it getting it ready for you to be inside of him.
Not to mention his favorite position is riding you. His dick throbs just by massaging it. He can't wait to feel your skillful hands on his length.
"You're ready."
"Turn around, baby."
You grab the lube and get his hole ready. You can tell he's excited for this maybe a little more than you. But, either way you can't wait be one with him again.
You kiss all over his cute little juicy butt and slap it. "I'm ready for you.."
Jimin straddles you and slides down inch by inch until you're completely inside of him.
"Mmm... You're so hard," you say, stroking him. "Is that because of me?"
"Yes.." he whimpers.
Jimin rides you with so much passion. When he's on your strap, he's confident and staring you in the eyes, taking you like a pro.
"That's it. Ride me, Bunny. You're doing so good."
You still back and let him do all the work. It causes Jimin to go crazy, practically fucking himself on your strap.
Jimin works the perfect hips on you, moving and swirling his hips while you stroke his dick.
"You're pleasing yourself so good.. practically fucking yourself on me."
"It feels soo good."
"Lets make it feel even better."
You pound upward into his hole causing him to bounce on your strap. He looks so damn beautiful taking you like this with your hand still wrapped around his dick.
By the way Jimin is moaning so loud you know he doesn't care if anyone hears him getting fucked.
Jimin can get himself off, but no one can please him like you. You know, because of that, he isn't going anywhere.
"Mistress.. I'm close," Jimin whimpers. You thrust into him harder at a frenzied pace.
"Such a good boy.. cum hard for me. Let everyone know how naughty you are for me." You growl.
"Mhmm.. yess I'm naughty for you," Jimin whines.
You hand moves faster until you can feel him tremble and he release hard into your hand while screaming your name.
You hold your hand up and he already knows to clean up his mess. He watches you so seductively while he licks his cum off your hand.
"You did so good for me, bunny." You kiss him on the lips, and it lingers, and you taste his essence on your tongue.
series summary. where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it.
pairing. feminine!jimin x reader
rating. M | 18+ |
genre. enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, smut, sub! jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt
w.c. 4.8k
warnings. heavy descriptions of self hate and self abuse later into the story, please be advised. mention of “unaliving” in this chapter.
ch summary. where oc convinces jimin to go to a frat party in an attempt to break him out of his shell
**this is part 2 of my series pretty like you, not a stand-alone
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“And then despite it all, she asked if I wanted to talk, can you believe it?”
It’s been a couple of days since the incident at the art room, and Jimin can’t stop ranting about it like it’s new news. He still hasn’t texted you, and it’s not like he could since he doesn’t even have your number. He could get it from you in class, but thats a little hard when he’s on a streak of skipping.
After you suggested to help him embark on a self love journey, Jimin has been so damn confused. He doesn’t know whether to jump at the opportunity, rot away in embarrassment that you read his journal, or be slightly offended that you’d suggest help when he thinks he’s just fine. Kind of.
All options are tempting, nonetheless.
Daisy, Jimin’s cat that is currently victim to listening about what happened for the hundredth time, lifts up off her soft body and saunters out of his room. What? She’s fed up.
Jimin, who is suffering from her rude and sudden exit, huffs as he debates whether he should follow up about that whole thing with you. Because despite all his options, he’s leaning more towards just avoiding you at all costs and pretending that situation never even happened.
Except he’ll remember. It’ll haunt him and his thoughts every night until he finally just addresses it.
And so that’s why he should go to class today. Maybe. Jimin squints his eyes as he contemplates and considers, ultimately deciding that coffee is the first step that should be taken. Especially since it’s way too early to have a crisis, that can wait for later. Per usual.
Making his way to his Keurig, he pops a peppermint mocha flavored pod into the top compartment followed by a little water in another compartment until he’s clicking a button to brew it.
“So now you like me,” Jimin scoffs as Daisy rubs against his ankle, excited for Jimin to give her breakfast.
Commanding to the manipulation of the feline, Jimin grabs a can of cat food out of a cupboard, internally scolding himself for being nice and buying her the expensive kind again.
Although, Jimin can’t blame Daisy for being fed up with all his predicaments. He would be too. However spilling to Daisy is much more acceptable than telling it all to his human best friend, Taehyung.
Jimin has already thought about the fact that if he spends time with you, whether it be for a self love journey or not, that’d be breaking some sort of bro code with Tae.
You’re Taehyung’s crush, and Jimin respects that. Plus it’s not like Taehyung has to worry, you’re out of Jimin’s league anyway.
However that hard on be got the other night still baffles him. He’s narrowed it down to being that you’re just attractive and he’s just a gross horny man. But not even that sounds right.
Jimin has thought about inviting Taehyung to every outing you may have together, but he can’t. How in hell would he explain to his best friend that the whole reason he’s seeing you is so that he can learn to accept himself and flaunt that feminine side of him? Let alone explain to him that you read his journal full of how much he envies and adores you at the same time. He can’t. More specifically, he won’t. Taehyung doesn’t need to meet that side of him, Jimin thinks. It’s for the better.
Jimin ponders for a second, and he hates himself for pouring his coffee into a travel cup and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He figures since he’s already keeping a secret from Tae, one more shouldn’t hurt. Plus he can’t avoid you forever. There’s really only one thing to do now.
“Eat up Daisy, I’ll be back after class.”
“Jimin? Hey!”
Standing in line at the campus’s cafe, Jimin washes over in a cold sweat as the loud call of his name attracts the attention of almost everyone near. He came here to get an additional caffeine boost before class and more importantly stall from talking to you, but it’s just his luck that you’d be here too.
“Hi,” he mutters awkwardly, eyes on the ground the second you get closer.
He’s never seen you so up-close before. He wonders if your skin has always looked so smooth.
He wishes his skin were as smooth.
“I was gonna call to ask about your no shows in class but I completely forgot to give you my number the last time we talked.”
Jimin finds this incredibly new and odd. Just a few days ago he hated you without knowing you and now you’re talking to him like a friend. It’s definitely going to take some getting used to.
“Here,” you say as you hand him your phone, a new contact page open and ready for him to fill out. “That way we can talk out of school, plus I found multiple super-helpful self esteem websites that you might li—“
“Y/N,” Jimin halts your enthusiasm. Again, way too early in the morning for this. “Can we not talk about it in such a public place?”
His tone is hushed and embarrassed, trying not to let the several eyes on them to hear that he’s struggling with self esteem. God this is so much more depressing than Jimin initially thought it’d be.
“Of course, yeah no my bad.” You rush your words, retracting your hand down before Jimin grabs the phone from you, typing his number.
“I dont expect you to waste time on me. Just text when you have absolutely nothing else to do. This isn’t important enough to occupy your schedule.”
Immediately, you frown at his words. Sure this is important. And contrary to his request, you already cleared something off of your schedule for him.
“First off, this is important. I won’t have you taking down on yourself anymore.”
Jimin so badly wants to ask why, but he won’t because that’s rude and you don’t deserve anymore rudeness from him. Not after what you read in the art room.
“Secondly, I already cancelled pilates for you. I have something else fun planned for us.”
Jimin can’t help his sudden snicker.
“What?” You ask, slightly offended.
“Nothing, it’s just funny you take pilates. Of course you do.”
You wanted to carry on with being offended, but you felt a pang of accomplishment upon getting him to laugh. Progress, you think.
“Yeah yeah,” you dismiss as you tuck your phone into your back pocket, trailing back out of the cafe. “Laugh all you want but just know that this ass didn’t grow itself!”
You: u, me, frat party tonight at 9.
Sat on the hard seats of the lecture hall, Jimin’s eyes go wide as he reads your reply to his text.
The second you sauntered out of the cafe, you were quick to text Jimin in hopes to break the tension between you two— which technically isn’t tension at all given Jimin is the only one who finds your new friendship odd. Well him and the rest of the students who saw you two talking together.
Jimin had asked what you had planned, and when you replied with frat party, he felt physically ill.
Jimin: absolutely not. sorry.
You: hear me out, it’s not even a big party
You: it’s very discreet and there’s only gonna be a couple people
Jimin locks eyes with you from across the room and mouths “no” with an adamant shake of his head. You roll your eyes before your thumbs get back to texting him.
You: we can pregame before we go so u can loosen up
You: if you’re with me, there’s nothing to worry about
Jimin wants to be offended. He most definitely does not need you at his rescue. The intent however was a little sweet. God Jimin is reminded exactly why he despised you— you’re perfect.
Jimin: i’ll think about it. that’s not a yes.
He pretends he doesn’t notice the little happy dance you do in your seat, nor the squeal of excitement you let out even though he didn’t give a definite answer.
Jimin starts to smile, but when he looks to his left he sees someone else who’s smiling at you and it vanishes. Taehyung. Completely gawking at you, Jimin fights that weird feeling that suddenly engulfs him. Maybe it’s the fact he’s hiding his new friendship with you from Tae.
Either that or somewhere in his subconscious, he doesn’t like how Tae is smiling at you.
“God dude, isn’t she so cute.” Tae whispers, completely oblivious to why you’re dancing in you’re seat.
Jimin trails his gaze to his lap as a bitter mood takes hold of him.
“Yeah… definitely.”
Jimin is in a rut.
Even though he’s still not certain about going to that party, finding a potential outfit never hurt anyone. Moments after he got home he was already sucked into his closet by the magnetic pull of all the great clothes he has— even though he knows himself well enough to understand he will end up changing into his “boy clothes” no matter what he ends up choosing.
He slips on a black, oversized distressed sweater. The seams are ripped in just the right places, leaving a fraction of his chest, his belly, and a dash of his waist to be visible beneath the shredded fabric. The back showcases a fair amount of skin as well.
This one, Jimin thinks to himself, isn’t so feminine. It’s doable. Maybe.
He wants to pair it with a skirt but that would only be a waste of time because if he can’t even leave his apartment in a skirt to check the mailbox, he sure as hell will not be wearing it to a frat party of all places.
He grabs a pair of black chinos that he thrifted not so long ago, letting it rest low on his waist. He pulls the look together with black combat boots and a dainty necklace that he tucks beneath the sweater. It makes him feel pretty despite the fact he’s the only one aware it’s on him.
He steps back to absorb the outfit in the mirror, and he feels good. It’s a combination of both masculine and feminine and it’s definitely testing the waters but Jimin knows his night won’t be enjoyable in the least if he wears a baggy hoodie or tee. He likes what he has on, even if the frat boys will give him shit for it. Which they definitely will.
He hears Daisy meow across the room, and upon directed his gaze to her his eyes settle on the makeup bag tucked into the far back corner of his desk.
He’s tempted, he is. But he can’t. He’s not ready yet.
Just as he begins to walk towards his desk, only enticing himself further, a knock on his door is heard and he takes that as a sign from god herself that he should skip the makeup.
With a sigh, he heads to the door.
“Knock… Knock… Knock!”
“Just a minute! For fuck’s sake.”
Irritated at the swat team-like announcement, Jimin swings the door open to reveal none other than Jessica Rabbit?
“You didn’t tell me it was a costume party!” Jimin complains as he steps aside, gesturing you to come in.
Both hands holding a bottle of E&J, you let yourself in and place the bottle on his countertop.
“Oh yeah, it’s a costume party.”
“It’s not even halloween,” Jimin states the obvious as he instinctively heads for two glasses out of his cupboard.
“It’s to make up for last year. There was a big game the day of halloween so none of the guys were in a party mentality.”
Party Mentality?
Jimin can’t believe he’s hearing about frat news from you, who is in his apartment dressed like Jessica Rabbit and is downing a shot straight from the bottle. What has his life come to.
You notice him staring so you apologize as you offer him the bottle to pour.
“Figured we’d pregame like I said. Also we gotta figure out a costume for you. Ooh what about a slutty artist or something.”
Jimin swears you make him lose brain cells. Sliding a now-filled glass toward you, he takes a large gulp of his own.
“Slutty artist?” He thinks out loud. “I’m fine with what I have on.”
Jimin counts down the seconds until you praise his bold sweater choice, but he can feel the alcohol rise back up when you say the opposite.
“In all honestly I thought that was a sleep shirt. We’re putting you in something else.”
You navigate yourself straight to what you assume is him bedroom, and Jimin nearly falls flat on his face chasing after you.
This may be a bit embarrassing for Jimin to admit to himself, but he’s never had a girl in his room before. It’s intimate, he thinks. Having someone inside a room that has witnessed every one of his breakdowns, outfit changes, alone time moments, etcetera. Jimin cringes as memories from the other night come back to him.
“Cute room,” you tell him as you look around, admiring the fairy lights and album covers displayed. Jimin was always big on music. Maybe posters were too far given his age, but he didn’t care. He never thought someone else would ever see them.
Although, Tae has been to Jimin’s place before. He knows about the posters and fairy lights. Though he never once questioned it or even talked about it. Only when he called that one poster of Ariana Grande hot. That’s what Jimin likes about Tae, he never questions him. But it’s not like Jimin gives him much to wonder about. He’s completely masked to the eyes of his best friend.
“This,” you start, dramatic tone and all, “this is gorg.” You hold out his favorite black skirt, and it’s lightening quick how fast he snatches it from you.
“No.” He tells you, cheeks getting hot. He’s embarrassed to say the least. He knows you know about his self esteem issues, but you have yet to discover his fondness for feminine clothing. But you have now.
“What? You’re embarrassed I found a skirt? If it’s socially acceptable for women to wear sweats, then it should be acceptable for men to wear skirts.”
Someone who gets it, Jimin thinks. This is the first time he’s ever felt understood when it comes to this, and he doesn’t quite know what to say.
“But skirt or no skirt, I think it’s important that you feel sexy tonight.”
“And why is that?” Jimin plays along. He takes a seat on the edge of his bed as you continue to look through his wardrobe.
“Because halloween parties exist solely for people to feel sexy all night.”
“It’s not halloween,” Jimin argues again, earning a shirt thrown at his face. Giggling, he holds it out in front of him.
You stand in front of his closet with a look of excitement on your face. His reaction disappoints you, however.
“Y/N, no. I can’t wear this out.”
“Just try it on.”
He knew this was part of your plan to get him to gain a little confidence and even convince him to leave the house in something he feels good in, but Jimin is adamant. He cannot wear this.
It’s a fitted baseball tee, extremely cropped and a shade of pale pink. Jimin cannot leave the house like this, despite how good it makes him feel deep down.
Reluctant and a tad shy, Jimin removes his sweatshirt from his body as he replaces it with what you threw at him. In the short moment he was bare, you might’ve stole a glance at his figure. His body is perfect, you think. Slim waist with faint yet toned abs and a noticeable amount of muscle on his arms. You take another sip of the drink that has yet to leave your hand.
“I look stupid.”
“You look sexy.”
The compliment was unexpected and was more than enough to have Jimin’s eyes widen. He breaks eye contact because how could he not, and he self consciously wraps an arm around his stomach.
More so his lap.
“I don’t know,” he says faintly, mumbling over his speech. “I think it’s a bit much.”
“Change to grey sweats. You can tell people you’re a 60’s athlete, they dressed like this back in the day you know.”
Yeah right, tell a bunch of actual scary frat boy athletes that’s he’s mocking their style from the 60’s.
His brows furrow when you step closer to him, reclining down and reaching for the skirt he had snatched from you. You grab one of his wrists, placing the bunched up material into his hand. His cheeks are on fire, his heartbeat picking up.
“Try it on,” you whisper. “For me.”
And fuck. Jimin is fully erect. He physically cannot bring himself to stand let alone change in front of you. He pushes your hand away, never wanting to disappear so badly.
“Another time. You already got me to wear this tee, baby steps.”
Disappointed, you think he’s right. You can’t beg him to gain confidence to wear an entire outfit like this on the first day of his journey. It takes time, and luck for Jimin you’re very patient.
“Another time,” you repeat softly.
Jimin has been to a function with very little people before. He knows what a small little get together looks like. This party— it isn’t that.
“You said a couple people!” He shouts over the blairing music as you pull him through the front hall and to the packed kitchen.
He has no clue who’s house this is and he hasn’t seen a single normal person. Everyone is either drunk, high, or the worst: a frat. He shivers in discomfort before you bring a shot glass to his lips.
“Guess word spread and more people came, no biggie.”
He downs the shot of what turns out to be tequila, wincing as he coughs out a reply.
“Huge biggie.” He looks around the crowded house after a bystander drunkenly bumps into him and slurs an incoherent apology.
This was a mistake.
“Y/N, what is the point of me being here? This isn’t making me feel good about myself in the least, this isn’t my environment.”
You take another shot before quickly grabbing a lime and placing it between Jimin’s plump lips, and before he can register what you’re doing, your lips are already on his as you suck from the lime. Nipping the fruit with your teeth you pull it out and drop it into the sink, grin wide as Jimin turns fire hydrant red.
That shouldn’t count as a kiss, but you just sort-of-kissed Jimin. His mouth is dry, heartbeat in his stomach, and he is hyper alert on the way his knees are subtly shaking.
“Ease up Jimin, it’s gonna be a long night.”
He didn’t know it then but that’s the last time he’d be seeing you until the end of the party. He sauntered off to a random couch that was unoccupied for the most part, only some random (and gross) couple having a full blown make out session on the opposite side.
He made sure to keep his cup filled the whole night as that’s the only thing keeping him from walking straight out the door and back into the comfort of anything that’s not this party.
He’s spotted Tae a few times, who is dressed as Jack from the titanic, but Tae hasn’t noticed him yet which is probably because his rather different fashion approach and the fact he’s at a frat party. If anything that should be a reason Tae spots him since he’s the odd one out, Jimin thinks. Then again it is a costume party and no one look normal per-say. Nor is Tae the sharpest tool in the shed.
He also thanks the universe for not letting Tae notice you and Jimin arrive together.
He’s been glancing at you for a while now, the way you sway your hips to the rap song playing on the surround sound speakers. The way your skin is glowing even under the dim, groggy lights of the house. He watches the way smoke exits your mouth as Tae places a blunt between your perfect lips. He looks away when Tae also places a hand on your waist, dancing with you so intimately that it pains Jimin to see.
He knows he’ll be hearing all about this from Tae. You’re his favorite person, he’s probably over the moon about dancing with you right now.
“Jimin?” Speaking of the devil.
Jimin waves awkwardly as Tae whispers something to you and proceeds to walk towards his direction. You go off to dance with a frat guy who’s been waiting all night to have your attention. Jimin finds him pathetic.
“What are you doing here? You never come to these kinds of things.”
The music is loud but that’s nothing compared to how deep and confident Tae’s voice is. Despite Jimin’s desire to be more feminine, there are some masculine traits he wishes to have. A deeper voice is one of them. Not Tae’s level of deep, but deeper than what his currently is.
“A friend forced me to,” he admits, not naming names because how could he.
“Oh you have friends?” The younger man teases, earning a grumpy eye roll from Jimin. He takes another swig out of his cup.
Jimin remembers what he’s wearing and wonders why his best friend hasn’t said anything about it yet. He almost wants to point it out so it doesn’t awkwardly go unsaid and leaves Tae to catch on to his secret need for femininity.
“Like my costume?” Jimin asks, masking the fact that this is actually just a random shirt he’s had in his wardrobe and not a costume.
Tae gives him a quick once over, not lingering his eyes on the top for long.
“Oh what are you supposed to be?”
He definitely thought that wasn’t a costume and instead a normal outfit. Jimin cringes, hating you right now more than ever for making him show up in this. But he also loves you for providing him with the save he’s about to use on Tae.
“I’m a 60’s athlete. They used to dress like this you know.”
Taehyung hums, genuinely convinced.
“Wah that’s clever. I thought that was yours for a sec.”
Jimin hates himself for what he’s about to say.
“Why on earth would I own a pink crop top, that’s ridiculous.”
They laugh it off, and Jimin feels a gut wrenching pang in his stomach. That sentence wasn’t made for him, and it made him a liar and a hypocrite to his own desire.
He needs to go now before he says even more self damaging nonsense.
“Hey Tae, do you think you can get me a blunt?” Jimin asks in hopes to excuse his friend and, well, get high.
“Is this coming from the same person that said smoking isn’t good for you?”
Jimin remembers when he said that but he’s far too drained to be defensive or right. He shrugs as he admits to his hypocrisy.
“Yeah well so are frat parties but here I am. Cough one up, I know you have some.”
Tae stands up to reach in his front pocket, pulling out a steep tin that reveals 3 joints. He hands one to Jimin, telling him a brief “I’ll be back” before vanishing to find you again.
Something told Jimin to stay at the party despite how badly he wanted to go. He thought about how it may make you sad if he were to just leave, then he ridded that idea because why on earth would that make you sad. Nevertheless, he glanced outside to see if the crowd was acceptable to join. It wasn’t.
Deciding to not smoke with a bunch of frat guys, he goes the alternative route and heads for the hallway to secure an empty room. When he succeeds, he closes the door behind him and props the window open as he lights the tip of his joint.
He doesn’t smoke often, barely at all, but he needed this. As the smoke entered into his mouth he inhaled it eagerly, head rolling back as he slowly blows it all back out. This feels good, he thinks. The atmosphere on the other hand still could be better.
Jimin laughs to himself. Smoking weed at a frat party you invited him to. The world is funny that way, he nods to himself. Almost as funny as how you’re all he can think about right now.
He doesn’t know what it is. It’s not hate. For sure not love. He’s just thinking about you. Perhaps he misses your company? Or the way your skirts never reveal too much but just enough to drive him crazy.
The way your pouty lips move when you talk.
Your soft skin.
Your silky voice.
The way you look in that Jessica Rabbit costume you wore tonight.
Jimin is painfully erect, and without even noticing his hand has been palming himself desperately this entire time, blunt being delicately held in the other hand, occasionally being brought up for more puffs to fuel what he’s doing right now.
“Fuck Y/N, yes.”
He unties his sweats. One more rough drag and he kills the blunt on the rim of the windowsill, both hands focusing on himself now. One hand tugging his waistband down, the other guiding himself out. And all he can think about is how sexy you are.
He gets carried away, going so fast on himself that he doesn’t hear or see the door open. He’s high beyond belief, god only knows what Taehyung had laced in that blunt, and so when he sees you he swears his imagination is just very vivid.
Until his conscience registers and he almost squeals as he lunges back in shock of the situation.
Quickly you run up to him just in time to pull his entire body back and preventing him from falling out the window. You’re breathing heavy, half because of what you saw moments before and partially because you just saved his life.
“Fuck Jimin, be careful.”
And how fucking peculiar it is that you’re not addressing his cock that is out in the open between the two of you.
Jimin can’t speak. He almost literally died from being caught jerking himself to you while being high out his mind.
What a fucking legacy he’d have left.
After catching his breath he frantically goes to put himself away but his hand is stopped by yours.
“You know people sneak into rooms at parties to have sex with each other, not to do themselves.”
His cheeks flush red.
“Only freaks do that.”
Jimin has wanted to before, but he officially wants to unalive himself. How pathetic he is, he thinks.
“I’m sorry, I… I’m really high right now and I thought I locked the—“
He cuts himself off when you guide his hand back onto himself.
“You’re not gonna ask me why I came in here?”
Jimin takes a deep breath.
“Why?”
You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, very slowly putting his own hand into motion against himself.
“Because I’m a freak too.”
Your words came out in a faint whisper but Jimin’s senses are heightened and he hears it like a megaphone in his ears. Your tits are practically spilling out your tiny red tube dress as you lean to help him stroke himself. A shiver cascades down his whole body, an unintentional yet hesitant whimper rumbling off his throat.
You giggle, then abruptly you stand. You lean down and peck him on his frozen, plump lips.
“Have a good night Jimin, I’ll be in contact for our next power move.” You walk towards the door. “Masturbating is a good way to show yourself love, kudos to you kid.”
Jimin’s hand is glued to his stiff cock, frozenly just keeping it there as he stares at you with his mouth agape.
“I’ll lock this on my way out, by all means finish and do not fall out any windows.”
And just like that you open the door only a couple inches and squeeze out to give him privacy. He’s left in the same spot, still in absolute shock.
You’re perfect.
You’re beautiful, and apparently so fucking sexy in sexual situations. It takes only one more stroke and one more thought of you for Jimin to reach the finish line, cum dropping down his hand and shaft as he fucks into his fist.
He breathes jaggedly until he’s drained of all energy and collapses on the bed.
To his shock, he’s not freaking out. He’s actually smiling. Then again that could easily be the weed talking. What did taehyung put in that anyway?
Jimin’s smile dissipates as an ugly thought sends a cold chill throughout him.
You’re his best friend’s crush. You’re Taehyung's. And he just betrayed him. Jimin hates how the universe works sometimes. When one thing goes well, the whole world goes to shit.
The world is funny that way.
ply pt 2???? im sorry for how long it took luvies, last year was so intense. i hope you all are still here to read😿 run this uppppp cuties!! til next time luvs🤭❤️
