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Title: Worth The Wait 💦🐑🗒💜
Author: @noona-la-la-la
Summary: Non-virgin reader. You and Jimin have dated for a while now, and anytime you try to push the make-out session further, Jimin pulls away. After multiple interactions like this, you finally find out why. Now it’s time to rectify the “why” and make sure Jimin loves every second of it.
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Title: Baby Steps 💦🐑📝💜
Author: @bringthestories
Summary: 2 parts so far. Un-completed series and they haven’t gone all the way yet. Non-virgin reader.
“The one where Jimin is finally ready to take your relationship to the next level.”
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Title: Bon Voyage 💦🐑🗒
Author: @untaemedqueen
Summary: Idol!au too. Non-virgin reader. Kind of also a one-night stand that turns into more.
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Title: Seraphic 💦🐑👊🗒
Author: @vantepsych
Summary: Friends-to-Lovers. Also high school and university au! Virgin reader and non-virgin Jimin.
“After becoming the ‘power duo’ during your freshmen year of soccer, the two of you made a definite promise: to back one another when things went south, both on and off the field. This progressed throughout high school and into university life. He protected you from heartbreaks, and in return, you protected him from drunken mistakes. You tried your hardest to keep him by your side once he began veering in the wrong direction and slipping from your grasp. All he needs is a bit of a reality check.”
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Title: Instincts 💦🐑🗒
Author: @inkjam-moon
Summary: Reader is non-Virgin. Also hybrid!au.
“Who wants a snow leopard as a pet? No one, and you don’t want to be a pet, but the day before you’re supposed to be euthanized you’ll take what you can get; a nice enough man, but something about him seems off.”
Omg, love it! I’ll check the story out! We love virgin!aus in this blog LOL 💜
If you have any other fics you would like to recommend, you can also send them to my @rec-review8890 blog! That’s where I do my recommendations mostly… hehe ☺️
Warnings: Virgin!Jimin, Needy!Jimin, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Unprotected Sex (We Know The Rules Already), Choking
A/N: OKAY ALL BECAUSE OF SOME FUCKING AB POST WOW WTF
The night air was cool against your hot skin. The alcohol in your blood keeping your body warm as you waltz through the streets of Venice. Humming gently, you step on the cobblestone street with not a care in the world. You had quit your job, saved up your money and decided to travel. You always wanted to go somewhere romantic, so Venice was a great first choice. You giggle before moving out of the way as a vespa passes you by. Venice was beautiful at night, the sound of lively chatter and street music makes you feel alive. Your black sundress rippling as you step back into the street. It was so free here, so exceptionally perfect.
You hold your hand up apologetically to a car as you cross the road quickly, your body smacking into another as you jump on the curb.
"Sorry!" You cheer before giggling and looking up at the person.
"That's okay." The man's small eyes scrunching up into half moons as he gives you a big smile. He had on a straw hat, denim button up shirt and white shorts. It fit him perfectly. He was cute, and not in the 'Wow, I'm drunk so anyone is cute' way. He was handsome. So, with your cheeks turning pink you smile once more before bowing your head to him.
"See ya!" You say with a giggle before walking down the road towards the busking music.
You stop in front of a busker, sitting on the bench as you tap your sandaled foot to the rhythm of her guitar. Her voice was melodic and beautiful, your eyes closing as you hum to her music.
"Oh! Hello again!" You hear from your right and you turn your head to the Asian man you had run into not too long ago.
"Hello!" You smile at him as he sits down next to you.
"You like music?" He asks, setting down his camera and putting his hands in his lap.
"Yes! I love music!" You say before laughing, his broken English is very cute.
"Me too. Me too." You smirk before looking up as the song ends. Your clap happily before pulling out some money and tossing it into the girl's guitar case.
"You're on vacation?" You ask the Asian boy, his teeth biting at his plush bottom lip before tilting his head.
"Va-ca-tion?" You nod before marrying his action.
"Trip. You on trip?"
"Ahhh! Yes!" He says before laughing, his hand flying to his mouth as he giggles. His laugh was maybe even more beautiful than the music you were sitting here listening to.
"Where are you from?"
"Korea!" He says before pulling money out of his wallet.
"I speak some!" You say in Korean making him go wide eyed. He takes off his blue tinted glasses before laughing.
"Wow! You're so good!" He says giving you a thumbs up, his white teeth shining in the dimly lit lighting of the street.
"No." You say with a laugh shaking both of your hands at him.
"Yes! Good!" He says in English. You sit for a while listening to the music before sighing.
"I'm Jimin!" You look back over at him before putting your hand over your heart.
"I'm Y/N." "Nice to meet you!" You hum in agreement before smirking. "Same here."
"Are you on vacation?" Jimin asks as the girl's guitar case finally closes. You had been sitting here for a long time, making small talk with this handsome boy.
"Yes! I am visiting." He smirks before looking up as someone calls his name.
"Aish." He mumbles before grabbing his camera and bag.
"My manager is calling me. Y/N, it was fun!" He holds out his hand and you smile before shaking it.
"See you later." You wave as he jumps up and skips over to his manager and another young looking boy. His head turns back to you as he waves once more before being greeted by a camera crew.
"Oh? He must be someone important." You mumble before standing up and clapping your hands. He's so handsome, of course he would be someone important.
"What was that about?" Jeongguk asks Jimin as they walk down the road.
"Y/N? I ran into her. She's cool. Speaks Korean and everything."
"And she doesn't know who we are?" Jeongguk asks before putting down his camera.
"She didn't seem to. She was just...normal." Jeongguk hums before elbowing his hyung gently.
"You thought she was pretty, huh?!" Jimin chuckles before putting on his glasses.
"Yeah, she was pretty." He admits before entering the rented house the group shares.
"We should go get breakfast and then meet back up at the house at 11." Namjoon tells everyone as the crew pushes bags out of the way.
"Free time?" Hoseok asks loudly in English scrubbing his face with face wash as he peaks out of the bathroom.
"Yes! Free time!" Namjoon calls back before laughing, "Okay! Taehyung want to get food with me?" Jimin asks cutely grabbing his sunglasses from the living room table.
"Yeah sure, where do you want to go?" Taehyung grabs his hand bag before smiling at Jimin.
"We'll just walk around and find a place." Taehyung nods before opening the door. "Sounds good."
Jimin jumps off of the curb before pointing at a restaurant, "How about this place? Andiamo?" Taehyung shrugs before picking his camera up to his eye and snapping a photo. The stone work on the front of the restaurant was inviting,
"Sure!" Taehyung gives Jimin a box smile as he takes off his hat.
"Two, please." Jimin says quietly in English.
"Inside or outside?" The waitress questions as a large gust of wind blows picking up sand and dirt from in between the cobblestones and berating both of the boys legs.
"Inside." They say at the same time.
The inside of the restaurant was gorgeous, all trimmings painted gold as pearlescent fixtures hung from the ceilings.
"Wah." Taehyung marvels before taking a picture.
"So pretty." Jimin says before putting his stuff down in the seat next to his. Taehyung sits across from Jimin opening up the menu before tilting his head.
"It's in Italian." He mumbles before taking a sharp breath between his teeth of uncertainty.
"Following me?" The voice has Jimin's head springing up before smiling widely. Your body angled around your chair as you cross your arms.
"Hi again." Jimin says before laughing. Taehyung looks up confused before smirking. This is the girl Jeongguk was telling him about.
"She's pretty." Taehyung mutters before looking back down at his menu.
"She speaks Korean." Jimin whispers through clenched teeth making you smile. Taehyung buries his face deeper into the menu before cringing.
"I think you're following me, Jimin." You quip flirtatiously before picking up your glass of champagne. Jimin chuckles before shaking his head closing the menu.
"Just a happy coincidence." Taehyung perks up as Jimin speaks Korean, curious at how well you would speak.
"So it would seem." You reply in his native tongue making Taehyung smile. You were good, better than good.
"Would you join us?" Taehyung asks loudly, turning his head. Jimin's small eyes almost becoming saucers as he looks at his best friend.
"Taehy-"
"Sure!" You say happily before standing up and grabbing your menu.
"Oh my God." Jimin mumbles fanning at his face with his menu as Taehyung pulls his handbag off of the chair next to him. He was way too outgoing for his own good, or so Jimin thinks.
"I'm going to sit here." You tell the waitress in Italian as she passes by. She gives you a nod and you sit down before shooting back the rest of your champagne.
"You speak Italian, too?" Taehyung asks impressed as he leans back in his chair. You hum in agreement before opening up your menu.
"Can you help us read this?" Jimin asks with a laugh, your eyes crinkling cutely as you nod to him.
"YO BRO!" You hear loudly as Taehyung picks up a piece of bread. Jeongguk stops short as he enters the restaurant with Yoongi and Jin.
"Yo bro!" Taehyung says happily before high fiving Jeongguk.
"Yo Y/N!" Jeongguk cheers happily extending his hand. Jimin puts his hand to his forehead embarrassed as you high five Jeongguk confused.
"You know BTS?!" Jin asks loudly, high fiving you.
"Now I do." You answer with a giggle as he smiles down at you.
"Do you want to sit with us?" Taehyung asks as Yoongi bows his head to you. You bow back before looking at Jimin. He takes a sip of his champagne before looking up at you, an embarrassed smile gracing his face.
"No, don't worry. You guys eat. We'll get another table."
"Y/N?" Jin whispers audibly to the youngest as they walk past the table. You hum in amusement as Jimin chuckles uncomfortably.
"I'm going to get another drink." He says before lifting his hand for the waitress.
"Hey Y/N?! Can you read this?" Jeongguk calls out loudly as you turn your head to the cute younger boy.
"Yes." You reply in Korean standing up and walking over to them.
Jimin slaps Taehyung's wrist embarrassed, to which Taehyung slaps Jimin back and it continues on like this for a few seconds before Jimin puts his forehead to the table.
"Fucking embarrassing. Jin hyung is probably embarrassing me." He mumbles into the white table cloth.
"She seems really nice." Taehyung comments as you laugh at something Yoongi says. His gummy smile radiating through the restaurant as you laugh.
"She is nice. And, she's pretty. And, she speaks our language." Jimin tells his best friend before picking up his head.
"And, she knows that I told Jeongguk about her because he called her name." Taehyung picks up his glass of Coke before leaning over the table to Jimin.
"Hate to break it to you, but this is probably a one time thing. So you should soak it in as much as possible." Jimin sighs before nodding and running his fingers through his hair. "I should, right?"
"Thanks, noona!" Jeongguk calls out to you as you sit back down at Jimin's table. You give him a thumbs up before grabbing your glass of champagne.
"Oh. Noona, is it?" Taehyung asks with a laugh, you nod happily as the food is placed in front of you.
"Wah!" Jimin cheers excited before grabbing his fork.
"This looks so good!" Taehyung says as you pick up your utensils.
"Gratzie." You tell the waitress before going to dig in.
"Hey!" Taehyung calls loudly, making you stop as he pulls out his phone.
"Oh. My bad." You laugh as he takes pictures of the food.
"Okay. Eat up." He says before giving you a big box smile.
"I'll eat it deliciously!" You say in Korean making Jimin smile. His hand falling on his cheek as he watches you cut your ravioli.
"What're your plans for today?" Jimin asks, pushing his pasta around on the plate.
"I don't know. Just letting the wind take me." You tell him, his brown orbs staring at yours before smirking.
"Jin oppa told me you guys have free time later on tonight. Maybe we'll run into each other again." Jimin smiles as you call his oldest brother, oppa. You were so comfortable, he loves that.
"Hopefully I get to see you." He was right, this was probably a random one time event. He should make the most of it.
"I hope so, too." Taehyung smirks into his lobster before turning his head to his other brothers as they call your name.
"Nice choice! Tastes delicious!" Yoongi calls to you making you smile.
Jimin sighs before fixing his hair again, if he does run into you tonight he wants to look perfect. "Bar hopping in Italy! So fun!" Yoongi cheers loudly coming out of his shared bedroom with Jeongguk in tow.
"Behave yourselves, please. We don't need more footage like when Jimin was in Paris." Jimin's cheeks heat up pink at the mention of his escapades while they were on vacation. His eyes looking nervously at their manager before giving a small apologetic smile.
"Don't worry, we'll be good." Jin says before putting on his tie.
"Oh my God, hyung. Please. What the fuck are you wearing?!" Hoseok yells with a laugh as he throws on his Fila hoodie. Jin looks down at his mismatched attire, blue jeans, a pink and white striped shirt with a black tie and sandals.
"What?! I'm fashion in it's very form." Jimin snorts before fixing his Balenciaga shirt and nodding at the long mirror on the wall.
"Okay! Let's go!" He says putting his arm under Tae's as all seven boys shuffle out of the rented house.
"Amoré." Yoongi calls out fixing his bucket hat before pointing at the bar down the street.
"Okay!" Jimin was barely trudging along, he had expected to see you. He wore all brand new clothes, fixed his hair. He put on makeup and they've been bar hopping for three hours and you were nowhere to be found.
"Maybe she left." Jeongguk says putting his arm around Jimin as they enter the next bar.
"She would have told me this morning. She said she hoped to see me tonight." He could even hear the hurt in his voice as the thumping bar music enters his ears. The swell of the bass pumping through his ears. He sighs before walking over to the bar, his cheek landing on his hand as he flags over the bartender.
"Whisky sour!" He yells in hopeless English.
"What?!" The bartender yells back sticking their neck out.
"Whisky sour!" Namjoon yells wrapping his arm around Jimin's shoulders.
"Thanks, hyung." Why was Jimin so obsessed with the idea of seeing you again? He had seen you for the first time last night but you were so intriguing to him. You knew different languages, you had a beautiful smile. Maybe because it was the excitement of seeing you after his work hours. Or, maybe that it was such a spontaneous happenstance. And, spontaneous and idol do not go together. Jimin pulls out his wallet as a thin arm comes in between Namjoon and Jimin's heads. A credit card between the index and middle finger as the bartender places Jimin's drink in front of him. Jimin turns his head before smiling widely.
"Jimin." You say with a smile as the bartender takes your credit card.
"Y/N! Wow! Hi!" Namjoon smirks before slinking away, he gives Jimin a two thumbs up as he walks towards the others. Jimin looks you over, your gold tight fitting dress making his eyebrows quirk up as he smiles.
"You look great." He says pointing at you.
"Huh?!" You yell over the music. Jimin's hand mindlessly slinking around your waist as he leans into you. His lips mere centimeters away from your ear.
"You look beautiful." You pull back with a smile before standing on the bar beneath the bar and leaning against the wooden bar.
"Amaretto Sour!" You yell loudly as the bartender gives a thumbs up throwing the towel over his shoulder.
"I was looking for you for like four hours." You tell Jimin before shoving his shoulder. His big smile widening, if that's even possible.
"I was looking for you too!" He says as you nudge him with your hip. Jimin pulls out his wallet as you grab your credit card.
"I got it." You allow him to pay for the drink before swaying to the rhythm of the music as you wait. Jimin steps back, obviously ogling you. Your dress landing mid-thigh and your cleavage was practically on display. Jimin sips his drink before smirking as you turn your head to him. You were beautiful, graceful and confident.
"It's so loud in here." You yell to him as you grab your drink, your body turning and pressing to the bar as you cross your legs and take a sip.
"Wanna go out to the garden?" Jimin asks pointing at the white wooden archway that seemed to lead to the backyard of the bar. "Sure!"
The backyard was so much quieter, the thumping still vibrating through the floor underfoot but at least you and Jimin could hear each other. You sit down at the umbrella covered table as the rest of BTS floods out of the bar.
"Fuck, it's so loud in there!" Hoseok yells looking back into the bar. Jimin sighs gently sitting down across from you. He wants time alone with you, he wants to actually speak to you, and get to know you.
"Don't mind us!" Namjoon says as you take a sip of your drink. They sit on the other end of the backyard and Jimin looks back over at you.
"They're always around." He tells you, making you smile.
"They're nice! I like your group." Jimin smirks before sitting back in his chair.
"This is different... Being outside with a person. Drinking." He holds up his drink as you lean your cheek on your hand before nodding.
"It's not something you can do often, huh?" He shakes his head viciously.
"No way! I would get in so much trouble." "I don't want to get you in trouble." Jimin finds his hand grabbing yours as you go to stand.
"You won't, stay." His small eyes staring up at yours as you smooth out the back of your dress before sitting down.
"Shots!" Yoongi yells while bringing out a tray. Jimin turns his head before chuckling.
"Y/N! Come on!" Yoongi says loudly, setting down the tray at your table. Jimin looks on in amusement as you grab the shot and turn your head before downing the contents and cringing.
"Wow! She's even polite!" Namjoon teases making you laugh loudly. Jimin puts his hand under his chin staring. Your laugh was beautiful. Everything about you was inviting. A smitten smirk gracing his face as you laugh at something Yoongi says. And, suddenly Jimin knew he wanted to know all of you.
"Y/N?!" Jin yells out as you dance with Jeongguk in the backyard, your head turning to him as you giggle.
"What?"
"You like my fashion?" Your hazy eyes looking over his attire before smirking,
"You look great, oppa."
"See!" He yells at Hoseok who laughs loudly throwing his body onto the wooden bench by the table. You laugh before turning back around, Jimin had disappeared. He was right next to you and Jeongguk a few seconds ago. You furrow your eyebrows before grabbing your water bottle and peaking inside of the bar. His silhouette leaving the bar and out the door. You frown following him quickly, pushing through bodies on the dance floor as you call his name. Your voice getting drowned out by the music as you sprint to the doorway. Jimin is across the street, his foot perched behind him as he folds his arms. You step out of the bar and make your way across the street as he looks over at you.
"What's wrong?!" You ask putting your hand on his shoulder as he stares at the sky.
"Nothing." You give him an incredulous look as he looks down at you.
"Jimin." He sighs before letting his foot slide off of the limestone wall behind him.
"I just want some time with you, alone." Jimin tells you, grabbing at your hand as a few drops of water hit your face.
"Time alone with me?" You ask putting your hand on your forehead shielding your face. Jimin does the same as the skies slowly begin to open up.
"Yeah, I want to get to know you. Just you without my members around. Frustrating." His sentence ends in a mumble and you smile before pulling his hand. His body stumbles before catching itself as you step underneath a closed shop awning.
"You didn't have to run off, you could have told me that." You tell him making him smile. His dark brown eyes staring down at you as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip.
"I'm telling you now." He whispers before smirking. There was silence as you stare at each other, the rain starting to patter harder against the fabric awning over head. You wanted to know him too, he was a joy to be with.
"Come." You tell him grabbing his hand and pulling him out into the rain. His face scrunches up as he laughs.
"Where are we going?" He asks as he jogs behind you shielding his face.
"To have time alone." Jimin stops for a second before intertwining your fingers.
You enter your hotel room, both of you dripping wet as Jimin shakes his sodden hair out of his face.
"Oh my God it's pouring!" He says with a laugh before looking around your room.
"Wow, this is nice." He mumbles as you take off your high heels and step into the adjacent bathroom. You grab two towels before putting yours over your head.
"I quit my job and saved my money and decided to travel." You tell him before stepping out of the bathroom and handing him a towel. He nods opening his mouth understanding as you flick the lights on.
"It's really spacious." He says before looking at the king sized bed by the window. He sits on the edge before drying his hair off. His wet white shirt clinging to his body making it almost see through. You find yourself staring as he leans back his abs apparent through the shirt as he wipes at his neck.
"I have beer." You tell him pointing at the mini fridge. He looks over before nodding.
"That sounds good." You look at the price list before rolling your eyes. Fifteen euros for one beer. That's just ridiculous. You grab two bottles out of the fridge before handing out to him. Jimin pops it open before leaning back on his elbows, his body shifting the cream colored sheets as he looks up at you. To have him alone, in this space. Your own space, makes you feel on top of the world. Jimin takes a sip before looking you up and down.
"You must be cold." He says before grabbing the towel and draping it around your shoulders. But, you weren't you felt alive, all of your nerves firing. The goosebumps were not a sign of being cold. It was a sign of excitement. "I should change out of this dress." You tell him and he nods.
"You'll get sick, if you don't." You hum in agreement before turning around and showing him your back. He takes in a deep breath before sitting up straighter and grabbing the zipper of your dress. You could pull it down yourself but where's the fun in that?
Jimin grabs the small zipper, his hands eagerly opening up your bare back to him as he bites his bottom lip.
"Thanks." He hums before leaning back, the dress drops into a puddle on the floor and Jimin gives himself away by groaning gently. Your ass and legs on full view as he looks at your thong. His eyebrows furrowing as he licks his lips.
"This what you had in mind for alone?" You quip turning around to him. He chuckles to himself before shrugging.
"I can't say no now that you're in front of me like this." You crack open your beer can taking a sip and Jimin ogles your shielded breasts. The cusp of them making his eyes hang lower as he sips his beer slowly.
"I decided I am going to do whatever I want to. On my vacation." You clarify making him smile.
"Oh yeah? Whatever you want?" You smirk before straddling him. His free hand grabbing at your side before rubbing his thumb over your skin. He puts his beer can on the floor before holding you steady on top of him. His chest smacking into yours as he sits up. His hand comes up to caress your face, his thumb sliding over your cheek bone as he looks up at you. The silence was comfortable.
"You're really pretty." Jimin mumbles, his alcoholic breath fanning your face as you smile down at him.
"You are too." He smirks as his hand leaves your face to rub small circles on your collar bone. His tongue darting out to lick at his plush lips. Fuck, his lips were perfect. Simply calling out for you to kiss them.
"And, since I decided I am going to do whatever I want-" Jimin grabs you tighter, his acid blue jeans rubbing against your ass as you bite your lip.
"What're you going to do?" He asks tilting his head. You bend down pressing your lips into his and he groans happily pressing his hand to your back pulling you as close as he could.
His teeth nibble at your bottom lip, your legs wrapping around his stomach as he pushes your head closer to his. Your mouth opening for him as he rubs his tongue against yours. A small moan leaving your lips only to be swallowed by him as you run your fingers through his black hair. His body is quick, his arm muscles tightening as he flips you over. A gasp leaving you as you grip at his hair, he groans in pleasure before pulling away and taking off his shirt. The wet fabric hitting the floor with a heavy thud before his lips are back on yours. The kiss wasn't urgent, it was slow, sensual and full of wanting. Jimin pulls back only to gasp for air as he looks down at you. Your head angling upwards to catch sight of his eight pack.
"Fuck." You whisper raking your hands over his stomach. He sighs content before closing his eyes.
"I don't get to do this, ever. This is a first for me." You look up at him wide eyed,
"Your first time having sex?" He sighs before nodding.
"Yes." Oh, you were going to fucking ruin him. You could feel how soaked your panties were already.
"You're telling me you're this hot and you never had sex before?" Jimin smirks before leaning back and unbuckling his belt.
"I'm serious." He chuckles before leaning down.
"Is that alright with you?" You smile at the question.
"If it's alright with you." He nods eagerly and you giggle before pulling him back down in for a kiss. A moan leaves him and it might just be the prettiest noise you've ever heard in your life. His forehead connects to yours as he unbuttons his pants.
"Fuck. You're so hot." He mumbles before standing up and stripping off his wet jeans. You smile up at him gratefully, his briefs already tenting and stained with precum as he rubs at your legs. His thumbs giving small massaging motions to your calves as he kneels in between your legs.
"If I'm not doing something right, just tell me." His eyes earnestly looking at you as he grips at your thighs. You nod to him making him smile as he bites his bottom lip.
Your hands reach around your back before unclasping your bra. His eyes honing in on your breasts as you throw your bra on the floor.
"Shit." He mumbles before fixing his erection, his hands reaching out to touch your breasts before looking at you for the okay. You nod to him and his hands palm them. You sigh gently before he leans down, his cologne enticing your nose as his plush lips leave featherweight kisses on your neck.
"Your skin is so soft." He mumbles into you before pulling his hand away from one of your breasts. His tongue encircling your nipple before suckling sweetly at it. Your breath catches in your throat as you run your hands over his arms.
"Oh fuck." His gentle suckles have your back bowing off of the bed. His arm snaking behind you to hold you up as you mewl for him.
"Jimin!" His eyes closing as he flicks your nipple with his tongue.
"Oh my fucking God!" His mouth was skilled, it's incredible to believe it's his first time doing this. He pulls up before looking at you, his cheeks flushing pink with lust as he looks at you through his lashes.
"Okay?" He asks quietly to which you can only giggle.
"Perfect." He smiles before giving your other breasts attention.
"Okay." His voice is a whisper before attaching to your other breast. His warm fingers gliding over your stomach before fingering at your thong. His fingertips tracing the hem and your eyes roll back as he pulls up. It was so sensual, his gentle movements have you dying for more. He hooks his fingers into the sides of your thong before slowly pulling them down. His lips kissing along your thighs before hanging your thong from your ankle.
"Christ." He whispers before spreading your knees wider. His tongue licking at his lips.
"I want to taste you." He bows down as you run your fingers through his hair. Your thighs squeezing around his head as he opens your pussy lips. He lewdly views your cunt before sighing content and leaving a flat stripe. You squeeze your legs tighter as you moan his name. His lips clasping onto your clit and gently suckling before going to town.
You moan loudly, back off the bed as Jimin enters a finger inside you. A groan leaving his lips as you close your eyes.
"Look at me." He whispers picking his head thrusting his finger into you faster. You lift your head with a moan as he adds another finger. His tongue flicking at your clit as he curls his fingers.
"Good?" He asks before kissing your soaked lower lips.
"So fucking good! So good! Keep going!" Jimin smirks before going back down on you. Your eyes stare at each other as you bite your bottom lip. He was so hot, so fucking handsome and he was eating you out. Your stomach starts to tighten as you pull Jimin's hair harder. His eyes squeezing shut before moaning.
"Fuck! Yes!" You moan loudly as Jimin adds a third finger.
"I'm so close!" You whine as Jimin suckles harshly against you. Your thighs begin to shake before moaning loudly as you orgasm.
"Jimin!" He sits up, a confident smile on his face before wiping at it with his hand.
"You taste so good." You pull his shoulders down and bring him into a kiss as he moans against your lips. Your hand reaching out and grazing his briefs.
"Fuck." He whimpers before grabbing onto your hips.
"Lay down." You tell him as you sit up. You push your drying hair over your shoulders before crawling over him. His lust filled eyes taking you in as you pull down his briefs. His hard cock slapping against his stomach as he whimpers your name.
"Do you want me to touch you?" You cock your head teasingly as he grabs at your thighs.
"Please touch me! Please!" You lean down licking up his protruding abs. He groans gently, his fingers gripping at your thighs as he grits his teeth. You watch as his cock precums in excitement and you can't help but smile.
"Someone's eager."
"Fuck, Y/N. Please, touch me." He grabs at your hands as you kiss up his chest to his neck.
"Oh fuck." He closes his eyes biting down on his bottom lip.
"No marks. I'll get in trouble." You nod before pulling away. "No marks."
You kiss the length of his cock, it wasn't the longest but it was thick making your mouth water.
"Oh my God! You're such a tease." He groans before grabbing at your hair. You giggle before licking at the head of his cock. He gasps loudly as his cock precums once more. You swirl your tongue around him before dipping your head down his length. He sounds as if he's been shot. The loud groan that leaves his mouth makes you feel on top of the world.
"Oh fuck! You- Ah!" His head lulling back as he whimpers out. Your cheeks hollow as you choke on his cock.
"Oh fuck! You know how to use your mouth!" You moan in agreement, the vibration of your tongue has his hips thrusting upwards.
"I'm not going to last!" He yelps out before repeated thrusting. His teeth gritting harder as he squeezes his eyes shut. Tears collecting in your eyes before spilling over your cheeks.
"Y/N! Fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm-" Without warning he orgasms with a loud whine. His hands pull at your hair as he whimpers, tucking his lip between his teeth.
"Oh God!" You swallow his seed before sitting up and rubbing his chest delicately. He takes a deep shaky breath before looking up at you. His smile seems drunken as he sits up. His fingers raking through his hair before climbing over you.
"That was incredible." He whispers before wiping some cum off of your lip and holding out his finger. You open your mouth, your tongue swirling over the pad of his finger before suckling it gently. His mouth opening as he strokes his semi-erect cock.
"You're fucking perfect." He tells you before knocking your legs open. You giggle wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down.
"Are you on birth control?" You wrinkle your nose before nodding.
"You wouldn't lie to me, right?" He asks quickly, picking up his head and looking into his eyes.
"No, Jimin. I wouldn't lie to you." He kisses you gently before parting your pussy lips with his cock. Your arousal coating him as he moans.
"I'm sorry if I cum fast. I-" You silence him with a kiss before biting his bottom lip. He moans gently before aligning himself to you. He enters you slowly, both of you moans gently as Jimin presses his face into your neck.
"You're so tight. Christ, you're fucking dripping." You whimper wrapping your legs around him as he grabs at the sheets next to your head. His hips pulling out before thrusting back in.
"Jimin!" He knew how to work his hips, that's for sure.
"Fuck, your pussy feel good." Your head falling back as you run your hands over his back. He gets his bearings of how you like the thrusts. Taking into account when you moan loudly compared to your whimpers before bulldozing inside of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you moan loudly.
"Fuck!" His body picking up to kneeling before playing with your nipples.
"Tight little fucking pussy all for me. So fucking gorgeous." You moan his name loudly. Your nails digging into his arms as he fucks you up the bed. The headboard smacking into the wall only goads him on as he puts your ankles over his shoulder letting him thrust deeper.
"Yes! Fuck me! Right there!" Jimin licks at his lips, his body enveloping a sheen of sweat. He could feel his balls tightening. His throat going dry from moaning your name.
"Rub my clit!" You tell him as you feel his cock beginning to throb within you. He puts his thumb in his mouth before circling your clit. Your back bowing off of the bed as you moan loudly.
"Just like that! Fuck!" Jimin groans as you grab his hand and place it over your throat.
"Fuck, you're such a good girl." He whispers before squeezing your throat gently. The grip was perfect enough to have your head swimming as your heartbeat begins to fill your ears.
"Fuck! Feels so good! I'm close!" Your stomach tightening once more as you bite down on your bottom lip.
"Me too!" Jimin goes to work rubbing at your clit faster watching how your breasts bounce with every thrust. Your walls begin to quiver, a gasp leaving Jimin's lips as his eyes flutter shut at the feeling.
"Oh shit!" You moan loudly grabbing at the sheets as your knuckles go white. His hips beginning to roll and snap with every thrust and you orgasm around him with a loud moan.
"Fuck! Yes! Cum on my cock!" He groans loudly falling over you before chasing his high. His balls slapping into your ass as your vision goes white.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming!" His lips suckling at your nipple as he cums. Ropes of cum lathering your cunt as he whimpers against you.
"Oh my God." You mumbles before putting your hands through your hair. Jimin sits up shakily before putting his hand on his chest.
"Oh man. That was-" He can't even find words as he pulls out and throws himself beside you.
"Can I have your number?" He asks looking over at you making you giggle. "Sure, you can have my number."
Jimin steps out of the shower first handing you a towel.
"Any idea where you're going to travel next?" He asks before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. You tilt your head resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"Maybe Korea?" His lips quirk up into a wide smile before chuckling.
"I'd like that, a lot." You hum as he wraps the towel around his waist. "Me too."
Again, a super fluffy Virgin!Jimin smut. Nothing else.
Honestly, writing this series is giving me diabetes.
You have been warned.
Virgin!Jimin x Reader
Word Count: ~7000
Warnings: Smut, some angst?, super sappy, insecurities, female reader, experienced reader, oral, premature ejaculation
"Look Jimin, this is you!" you laughed, holding up a fluffy little chick plush.
You were always like this, he thought as he rolled his eyes, but smiled and came over to the stand you were at. “Yaaah” he complained as took the plush out of your hand and put it back, playfully smacking your shoulder. He could feel his cheeks blush a bit. “Hey! I wanted to buy that!” you protested, picking up the plushie again. “I’m gonna call it Chimchim” you grinned, teasing him. “Y/N!” he protested but had to giggle and looked down. Why were you always so cute? He’d never get used to it, he was sure of that. You made your purchase despite his complaints and you left the stand. Suddenly, you held up the plushie next to his face. A bit startled he looked at you. You were making a very over the top thinking face and then laughed, taking the plushie into your arms. “It looks exactly like you” you laughed “I can cuddle it when you’re busy”. You smiled, but he felt a little pang of sadness as you said that. He was always busy...
He had managed to take some time off, and there was a little street festival with lots of craft stands that you two had decided to go to. It was always special when you two went on dates even though you had been together for quite a long time. You claimed you didn't mind his work, as long as you had these little moments, but he wasn't sure how much longer you would feel that way, and the insecurities kept creeping up on him. He was getting busier with their increasing success. How much longer until you left him? How much longer until you realised you wanted more than he could give you? How much longer until you found someone else who could?
He loved you. He’s known that for a long time now, yet the doubts he had wouldn’t let him feel safe. Not that he doubted your love for him, no, he knew you loved him. You were so patient with him, so loving and kind. He knew you loved him. Or, at least that you thought you did. But he also felt like you shouldn’t. He felt like you should be with someone who gave you the time you deserved, and... who could...
He sighed. His thoughts took him there again. To the one place, he didn't want to go. Straight into the arms of that haunting ghost, he tries to ignore even though it was always with him like a looming shadow: sex with you. It wasn’t like he disliked the idea of sleeping with you, no, he didn't want anything more than that. The problem was the fear that came with it. How could you possibly please her, the ghost taunted him whenever he would listen, you’re a virgin, a virgin, a virgin could never please her, she deserves better. He knew it was inevitable. Eventually, you two would have to have sex if he wanted to stay with you. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to get over the voice in his head. What if he disappointed you? What if he came right away? What if you didn’t come at all? What if you didn’t like his...
He noticed you had stopped walking and were looking at him. You always picked up on his thoughts- it was almost creepy. There was no hiding a mood shift from you. “What?” he tried anyways. “What’s up?” you asked, tilting your head. He walked over and took your hands in his and gave you a little peck on the forehead. “Later,” he whispered looking you in the eyes. You seemed ever worried about him, ever scared. He wished he could erase your fears somehow, but how? How could he if he couldn't wipe out his own? Deep down he knew the answer to both questions was one and the same: he needed to talk to you.
You pouted, and he pinched your cheek with a smile.
“Come on let’s get something to eat!” he said and skipped ahead, and you followed him with a sigh. He knew that you assumed he wouldn't tell you in the end and just hope you’d forget about it. He’s done that so many times before.
Not this time, he decided just then and there. Tonight, I’ll finally talk to her.
Later that day you got home to your place. You went straight to the kitchen to get refreshments and wash your hands, and he excused himself to the bathroom. Not that he really needed to go. His nerves were killing him.
Ever since he decided to talk to you he’s been anxiously counting the hours until ‘tonight’ rolled by, not able to stop his heart from pounding.
Standing in front of your bathroom sink, looking into the mirror he tried to calm himself down. This can’t be healthy he thought and chuckled, but the fear of having to talk to you had him in a chokehold. Still, he needed to get this done if he wanted a future with you. And he did want one.
From the moment he learned you were not a virgin like he was, he’s been plagued by insecurities. Nightmares even. He’s been through every possible scenario on how it could go wrong. He imagined how you would feel awkward afterwards, how he would let you down, how you’d regret being with him because he was terrible in bed or you didn’t like his dick. Part of him knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t shake the thoughts.
He remembered your first kiss. Your face lightened up so much, your eyes sparkling as you smiled because he finally built up the courage to kiss you.
He remembered your first time... dry humping. You thanked him on that night.
You thanked him for taking that step with you after all this time, even though he didn't do anything. The only thing he ever did was make you wait. And you waited.
He sighed again and opened the tab to splash his face with cold water in an attempt to calm down. Unfortunately, it didn't really work that way he realised as he rubbed his cheeks dry with a hand towel.
Then, with another deep breath, he looked back into the mirror.
Ready.
He went back to the living room, where you were on your phone, sitting on the sofa. You looked up with a smile as he sat down next to you.
Breathe, Jimin, he told himself, breathe.
“What’s wrong?” you instantly asked.
“Um,” he stalled for a second, and his voice quivered out of nervousness. Come on, he mentally encouraged himself, but the pounding of his heart was louder than his thoughts, threatening to jump out of his chest any second.
“I’ve... I wanted to talk to you.”
The instant shift in your expression told him you were expecting the worst.
You looked terrified of what he was about to say.
“No, don’t worry it’s just that I’m... that I” he stuttered.
What was I thinking? He asked himself. What was I even going to say?!
He started to panic, but it was too late to turn back now.
He regretted not having prepared himself better. Maybe he could've written it out at least organised his thoughts at all. He had no idea what to tell you. Instead of making things right he scared the shit out of you.
Great. good job Jimin.
“I love you Y/N” he started in an attempt to reassure you a bit. You looked at him suspiciously, but less scared at least, he noted.
“I wanted to talk to you about... um...” he could feel his cheeks burn as he struggled to find the right words, ” that we still haven’t...”
I can’t say it, he realised as he felt panic wash over him again, I can’t even effing say it, dammit... Much to his relief, your expression shifted to an unspoken ‘ohhh’, signalling to him that you understood.
Not that it made him feel any better.
“Jimin, it’s-” you started, relaxing your posture, but he quickly shook his head.
No more. No more ‘it’s okay’s. No more avoiding the issue.
“No,” he stated, his voice finally finding some stability.
“No, Y/N, I need to talk to you about this. Otherwise... Otherwise, I’ll be forever running from it. And you...” he sighed dejectedly.
“You’ll get tired of waiting eventually.”
You stayed silent as you studied his face.
“I’m...” he wet his lips looking for the right words. “I’m just...”
Breathe, Jimin, he had to remind himself.
“I’m really scared.” he weakly managed to admit.
You opened your mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, knowing him well enough to know he just needed to speak now.
Crestfallen, he continued. “I’m scared I’ll let you down. I’m scared I’ll suck. I’m scared you won’t be happy and... I’m scared you’ll leave me for someone who's... better” only managing to whisper the last words. The bottled up anxiety formed a knot in his throat, yet, he felt a heavy weight lift from his shoulders. With every word he spoke his ghost grew weaker, losing power over him.
“Jimin...” you tried again, and again he shook his head, telling you he wasn’t done yet. You looked so loving. Like you just wanted to hug him but you let him continue, and he was thankful for that.
“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated “I really do. And I want to have a future with you. I want to be with you, and I want to love you like you deserve. But I’m not doing that. I’m only making you wait,” he finally explained.
“I’m not unsure about us. I’m unsure about myself, and I keep asking myself if you don't deserve better. I keep thinking ‘what if we have sex and she’s so disappointed that she regrets being with me?’ I know this it’s important to you and ” He looks down heavy-hearted. “I can’t compare. I don't know anything about how to... How to make you happy.”
After a few moments of silence, you seemed to realise he was done for now and you spoke up, taking his hands into yours. His heart was racing, dreading what you were going to say.
“Jiminie...” you shook your head with a smile. “Babo.”
He looks up at you wide-eyed. “Babo?” he felt a little hurt until he saw your expression. “Why didn't you...-” you started but shook your head again.
“Ah- I don't even know where to start!” you exclaimed, squeezing his hands.
Now it was his turn to wait and let you speak.
“Jimin, first of all, I love you. Don't ever doubt that, okay? I love you, and I don't care that you’re virgin, I really don't. I don't expect you to be amazing, I don't expect you to last long at all, and I don't expect you know anything about the female body. I don't want to have sex with you because I think you’ll make me lose my mind or something like that! And... I don’t know if I can please you either! The reason I want to have sex with you is that I love you, and I want to experience that with you... And I would never ever leave you because you're inexperienced! How could even think that?!” You huffed. “Besides, it isn't something you’re instinctively great at anyways. You can learn how to ‘make me feel good’ as you put it, and I’ll learn how to pleasure you too!” you look down and shake your head before returning your gaze back to him.
Hearing you say that, having it spelt out for him, suddenly made him feel really stupid for doubting you. He knew you weren't with him for sex.
He did know you better than to really think you would leave him if your first time were terrible, yet the insecurities he had were never rational, to begin with.
Speaking to you, however, allowed him to let go of them, to kill his demons, and the pressure he felt since the first conversation finally left his chest.
The ghost shut up and left, leaving behind a feeling that he was safe with you.
He chuckled and shook his head before squeezing your hands. “I’m sorry I’m such an idiot” he smiled and pulled you in to hug you.
“And here I was, thinking you didn't want me” you laughed.
He pulled back and violently shook his head at that.
“No! Of course, I want you...” he feels himself blushing again.
“I don't know why I have these insecurities, I just...” he sighed.
“I just wished I knew how...” he struggled to find his words again and felt his cheeks burn, but you just giggled and cupped his face for a moment.
“Don't worry, Jimin,” you smiled, “You’ll learn it in no time!”
He stayed quiet for a second, thinking.
“Will you teach me?”
“Huh?” He could tell his question caught you off guard. “Teach you?” you giggled again. “Of course I’ll teach you. And you’ll teach me what makes you feel good okay?” You smiled again and planed a little peck on his nose. As if to complain about the location of the kiss, he pouted and then leaned back in and kissed you properly, lifting his hand to cup your cheek in the process.
When your lips connected this time, he realised just how much this whole thing had strained his relationship with you. This kiss felt so much purer than any that came before. It wasn't darkened by doubts. He wasn't counting the seconds until you wanted more and he’d inevitably stop the make-out session. He didn't feel like he had to hold back anymore. Your hand found your way from his shoulder to his hair - a feeling he adored. The way you gently pulled his hair as you played with it never failed to make his heart race. He reached around your back, one hand in the small of your back, the other on your shoulder blades, and he pulled you closer to him as you continued to kiss over and over again, tongues finding their way into the mix. He’s never felt more content than in this moment, in your embrace, and he let that feeling consume him completely.
With each kiss, his breaths felt heavier and heavier. The tingling feeling of your tongues meeting sent blood straight down to his crotch, and he could feel his member rapidly swell, straining against the fabric of his jeans like it had so many times before. But tonight it wasn't a red light, signalling him to stop. He moved away a bit, his hand moving from the small of your back to rest against your hip. He lifted the other hand up to push stray stands of hair behind. Then he caressed your cheek as he looked into your eyes.
“Teach me”, he merely whispered.
You looked at him wide-eyed as he pulled back and stood up, reaching out his hand to you. You slowly reached out and took it. He pulled you up from the sofa and silently led you to your bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. His heart was racing so prominently that he could hear it in his ears. The flutter in his stomach was enough to make him feel lightheaded. He didn't know what was going to happen, but frankly, he didn't care. The night was already perfect.
Once there, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you again.
It felt different to him. You had made out many times before, and last time... you did so much more, but this felt different. It felt complete.
He gently walked you towards the bed as he continued planting gentle kisses on your lips. When your calves hit the side of the bed, he slowly lowered you onto the mattress. He looked into your eyes before giving you one last kiss and then he pulled away and kneeled before you.
You propped yourself up, looking at him confused, then surprised.
“You mean...” you start, unbelieving, and he nods immediately.
He could feel his heart pounding in every vein as he watched you nod and spread your legs a little to make room for him. Praying he wouldn't faint, he moved closer and lifted his hands to unbutton your jeans. He bit his lips as he started to pull them down. Your scent reached his nose as he pulled down your trousers together with your pants and was faced with your bare sex for the first time. He froze as soon he exposed you enough to see it properly. To him, it was like seeing a celebrity in real life. Something he’d only ever seen on a screen was right there in front of him. And it was yours. It was your folds he was blessed enough to look at, and it was your arousal he smelled. And you smelled amazing. He could feel his heartbeat everywhere. In his chest, his throat, his head and... his dick. He didn't even know he could get this hard, but all he could think about was you, bare in front of him.
He looked up at you and saw you looking uncomfortably to the side.
It was at that moment he realised that you too must have your own insecurities to fight. That you must've been just as scared that he wouldn't like you or find you odd looking as he was. That you must’ve felt pressured to make it perfect for him because you were going to be his first.
That you wouldn't be able to live up to his expectations.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, finding your eyes.
You smiled. It was the kind of smile you gave when you felt relieved about something. He smiled back and took off your pants completely. Then he lifted his hand and pushed your thighs apart, and you leaned back on your elbows, allowing him a better view. The wish to touch you, kiss you, taste you was overwhelming to him, but before he dared to do anything he looked back at you for permission. You nodded. “Go ahead.”
He looked back down and bit his lips. With one hand he reached out to touch you for the first time ever. To feel your wetness. He stroked you carefully, with the back of one finger, as though he might break you if he used too much force. You felt so warm and soft. So wet. His breath caught in his throat as he gathered up your leaking arousal. Fascinated, he watched it pull strings from his finger to your glistening folds. So this was how it felt. After that night on the sofa, he had found himself wondering what you would feel like every night. Your wetness had soaked through the layers of fabrics and onto his dick. It made him lose himself. He wasn't sure if you had realised that you wet his dick that night, that he had felt you, but he only found himself wondering how wet you must've been for it to soak through that much.
Now, finally, he could see for himself. Feel for himself.
He started to spread your wetness around a bit, rubbing your clit in the process and a moan escaped you. Surprised, he looked up at you again.
“There’s good,” you said, moving your hand to rub yourself for him so he could see. He observed carefully to make sure he remembered precisely where you were touching yourself. Then he moved your hand aside to replace it with his own. With his thumb, he started delicately caressing the sensitive nub, closely watching your reaction. You threw your head back with a breathy groan. That was enough encouragement for him to increase the pressure slightly, drawing more moans from you.
Overcome with a wave of confidence, he smiled, pulled his hand away and instead grabbed on to your thighs from below. Then he leaned in to plant a kiss on the sweet spot. Surprised, your head shot back, and you watched him, buried between your legs. When he pulled away and licked his lips, he could taste you on them. It was different than he thought, but really, he didn't actually know what he was expecting. Certainly not how much the smell and taste of your arousal would rile him up. His dick was throbbing at this point, but all he wanted was to make you moan again. He leaned back in, carefully pushing out his tongue against your clit. As he started moving around, pressing it against you, you threw your head back again, moaning and breathing heavily.
“Jimin...” you moaned his name breathlessly, and he felt himself smile.
“Ah...” you continued moaning as he gave you a little flick of his tongue.
“Jimin, can you... suck... it?” You asked him carefully, lifting your head to look at him again. You bit your lip as you made eye contact. He immediately complied and connected his lips to your sex, gently sucking on your clit.
You started moaning heavily but kept watching him, as if it was the best scene you’ve seen in your life. He felt more and more at ease with every one of your moans, knowing he was bringing you pleasure. A thought crossed his mind, and he added his tongue, sucking and rubbing circles at the same time. He heard your breath get caught in your throat as you gave him an unusually high pitched moan, reassuring him in his movements. If his mouth weren't busy, he’d be grinning from ear to ear.
You were starting to sweat, and the perspiration gathering on your skin made it glow, reminding him of your last time when he watched you wear yourself out against his clothed dick. He remembered the movement of your breasts as you slid back and forth and how soft they felt under his touch.
“Y/N...Can you take your shirt off again?” he asks quietly, surprised at how breathless he was himself. “Ah, of course” you quickly retorted and pulled it off immediately. He watched in anticipation as you rolled the fabric over your body, revealing your chest to him once more. Then you moved your hands around your back. As you undid your bra, he unconsciously held his breath, waiting for you to open up your beautiful breasts to his eyes again.
It was captivating to him how every little one of your movements made your pillowy breasts bounce a little as you pulled your bra off and threw it to the side. With a smile, he leaned back in, sucking and licking your clit as he watched your breasts move from his new angle. You seemed to enjoy yourself, softly moaning as he continued.
"Jimin-” you drew out between moans after a while.
“Please... I need your fingers...” Huh? Fingers? Right... umm...
He let go of one of your thighs and leant back so he could see what he was doing. As he lifted up his hand towards your heat again, he looked back at you, not quite sure what exactly he was supposed to do.
You smiled. “Like this,” you said as you moved down your own hand and ran two fingers up and down your soaking entrance, creating lewd sounds that were like music to his ears. Then they both suddenly slid in, effortlessly, and you moaned at the feeling of your own hand. He looked at your face, contorted in pleasure and then back at your fingers, which you were shoving in and out and a fast pace. He watched for a bit, taking in every detail of the almost pornographic scene playing out in front of him... for later recollection. When he felt like he memorised your pace and angles, he grabbed your wrist, halting the movement of your fingers which seemed to snap you back to reality. As he pulled out your hand, he could see your arousal dripping from your fingers and your sex, pulling strings between the two, before they ripped and dropped down. It was the most beautiful thing he’s seen in his life. He let go of your wrist, and you put it back to support your weight again.
Acting on the sudden urge to taste you more, he took hold of your thighs again and dove back in, this time running his tongue along your slit. He collected your arousal, placing open mouthed kisses along the way, making you moan again. Then he felt tongue dipped into your entrance. Surprised at the heat and softness of it, he quickly pulled back. Then, he moved his hand to finally give you his fingers.
Biting his lip, he carefully positioned one finger at your entrance and pushed it in slowly. The texture surprised him. It didn't feel as smooth as he expected it to be, and it was warmer, but... in a good way. He started to slowly move his digits in and out, fascinated by the way they just disappeared inside of you. You felt tight, your walls were snug around his finger, and he could feel you pulsating. He wondered how you could possibly fit his dick inside of you.
And... how it would be to finally enter you for the first time, how all the ridges inside of you would feel around his member...
“Jimin, please” you pleaded. He looked up at you again. You looked so breathless and sweaty, it made his dick twitched in its constraints. When you saw his face, you bit your lip and he wondered what he looked like. He could feel your juices smeared around his mouth, emitting your scent right under his nose for him to get high on. Could you see them too?
“I can take two.” You continued, making him snap out of his thoughts.
He nodded and pulled out his finger until the last digit and added a second one. Slowly, he tried pushing them in. To his surprise, they slid in effortlessly, and you moaned out. It had already felt so tight with one, but somehow it felt the same with two fingers. He started moving them faster, like you had before, much so to your pleasure. Your body relaxed visibly as he repeatedly pushed his fingers in deep inside of you. When he went faster, your body started moving with the force, and he was mesmerised by the way your breasts bounced with every thrust of his hand. This is amazing, he thought to himself.
“Jimin, can you like... bend your fingers?”
Once again, he obliged and tried to curl his fingers a bit as he continued pushing them in. “Like this?” he asked, a little confused about your request. “M-hm,” you nodded, “if you move them around a bit you can fin- AH” you started explaining, but cut yourself off with a loud moan.
“Oh my god, right there, Jimin” you moaned and threw your head back. He ran his drenched fingers over the same area he touched when you reacted, and you cried out again, making him realise he found a good spot. He smiled.
Making sure he kept hitting it as he continued thrusting his hand, he leant back in to suck at your clit again, like you had shown him before. When his lips connected, your breath caught in your throat and you moaned so loudly you could almost call it a scream. He kept going, settling at a fast pace, alternating the movements of his tongue every once in a while, testing out different things and learning from your reaction what you liked and what you didn't react to.
He noted you kept tensing up more and more as he continued. He felt your thigh muscles stiffen and twitch under his hands, and your breathing grew increasingly shallow. The way you were reacting to his touch was incredible. While at first, he was unsure of what he was doing, he started to feel more and more confident as the minutes passed. Every sound you made taught him something about the right pace, spots and angles and as he learned he earned more and more moans. After a while, he managed to let stop thinking too much about the exact techniques and just let himself enjoy you.
All of a sudden, you moaned almost as if in pain, causing him to dart up surprised. With a twitch of your muscles, he felt your walls convulsing around his fingers and you grabbed his wrist, pushing his fingers in as you struggled to catch your breath. After a few seconds, you calmed down enough to pull his fingers out. It took him a moment to realise he had made you cum.
He really made you cum.
“oh... oh my god Jimin” You called out breathlessly. He sat in between your legs, looking up at your fucked out face with wet fingers and a wet face and he loved it. He couldn't help but grin happily.
“oh god” you kept mumbling, and he felt pride creep up on him.
Why the hell had he wasted so much time being scared of this? It was amazing.
I made her cum, I made her cum, is all he could think. You looked so blissed out, so hot and he was the reason for it. It wasn't that hard with your guidance, be he was still proud of himself. He brushed his fingers over his cheeks, smiling as he felt the traces of your wetness on him.
“Ahh-” you let yourself fall onto the bed, chest heaving.
“...Are you sure you’re virgin, Jimin?” you chuckled after a moment, lifting up your head. He just laughs at that. “I’m serious! That was amazing.” You sat up again and shook your head. “You’re just a good teacher,” he replied and stood up to sit next to you on the bed. As he moved, he noticed how painfully hard his erection had become and he looked down to find it straining against his jeans, creating a prominent bulge. You seemed to have seen it too.
“May I return the favour?” you asked him carefully. He smiled.
“... Yes.”
He looked at you, finally giving you permission to touch him. He could swear he could see you well up a bit, and you seemed so thankful. It was ridiculous that you looked so happy that you could suck him off. He really had made you wait too long, he thought as he sat back and you moved off the bed. You kneeled in front of him, virtually changing positions.
He watched as you undid his belt and pulled it out. You were smiling.
He watched you unbuttoning his trousers and still, you were smiling. You looked as excited about this as if you were unwrapping a Christmas present you’ve waited for the whole year or more. It made him chuckle.
“What?” you looked up at him surprised by his reaction.
“Nothing,” he shook his head, still smiling contently. “You just look cute.”
For some reason, that made you laugh. “Cute?” you questioned. “Ahh really, Jimin,” you giggled, “I’m about to give you head, and you call me cute.”
That made you both laugh, but nonetheless, you continued to pull down his zipper. Then you paused for a second and looked at him before you moved your hands to his waistband. He could feel your fingers tickle his skin as you pulled his trousers down, revealing his erection in his cotton underwear. There was a small wet patch at the tip of his member from the precum, and he felt a little bit embarrassed by it, even though it wasn't something weird. You stared at it mesmerised, and he would've felt uncomfortable if you didn't look so damn pleased. It felt so... right... to be intimate with you. You nacked figure between his legs, you hands lifting slowly to touch him for the first time, it was all so amazing to him. He knew he’d come right away, heck he felt like he could blow his load right then and there, but... he didn't care.
He was just happy.
He involuntarily groaned as soon as your hands made contact. You started to stroke him slowly over the fabric, exploring the curves of his penis, still hidden away. You took your time with it, and he let you. You had waited so long. Then, as if you suddenly grew impatient, you slid your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, stopping for a brief second just before his bulge. He could tell you held your breath as you finally pulled it down all the way, letting his member spring free before you. You looked up at him happily, and he smiled. You reached out and to his surprise immediately grabbed his dick, caressing it softly. It was enough for another drop of precum to drip out.
Fuck, it feels so good, and she’s hardly even doing anything yet, he thought to himself and bit his lip. Having someone else's hand wrapped around his shaft was so much more different to his own than he expected. So much better. You made sure to not pull on his skin as there was no lubrication, but you continued just feeling him in your hand for another moment. The way you were looking at him made him feel beautiful. He felt so wanted, so loved and it felt incredible. He couldn't keep his eyes off you for a second, and when you slowly leaned in, he held his breath in anticipation.
He saw your tongue flick out just before he felt it on him. You just gave him a little flick to catch the droplet of precum, and he grunted, another drop following immediately. You smiled as you quickly picked that one up too and pulled back to taste him, looking straight into his eyes. So hot, he thought, eyes glued to your mouth as you licked your lips. Then you leaned back in, still looking up, and you kissed his sensitive tip, gradually evolving it into licking and soft sucking. He moaned out loudly and closed his eyes for a second, just enjoying the feeling. Your mouth was so warm and wet and so, so soft. Skillfully, your tongue played with the tip of his cock as you kept giving it open-mouthed sloppy kisses, holding his dick like a lollipop. You then suddenly took his entire head in and sucked hard as you pulled off your mouth with a smack.
“Jimin?” you called out to him softly.
“U-huh” he breathlessly managed to answer, mentally returning from heaven.
“Where.. do you want to cum?”
“Huh?” he abruptly looked at you.
“I’m... do you have anything in mind I mean?” you asked a little bit awkward.
He hadn't even thought about that. Where did he want to cum? He often dreamt of coming on your face but... he’d only ever watched porn. Do people do that real life? Could he ask that or was that weird? He suddenly realised he didn't even really know what the options were...
“Um,” he looked to the side a bit unsure.
“I mean...” you shifted a bit.
“I can swallow, or... you can come on my face or breasts...” your voice became quieter with every word you added. “I just.. want to know ahead of time?”
On her face...
“... anything is fine...” he replied cautiously, but you wouldn't have it.
“...can I... on... your face...” he felt his cheeks flush as he spoke. He still felt a bit uncomfortable saying things like that out loud, even with you naked between his legs. You smiled and nodded. “Give me a heads up, okay?” Then you pulled his dick towards you again and dove back in, licking a trail from the base all the way up to the tip. When you reached the top, you wrapped your lips around it and went down slowly. He let out a long moan as you did, watching you through half opened eyes, not able to look away. The feeling was indescribable, and so was the view. Your mouth filled with his cock as you shamelessly made eye contact with him. You kept going, further down each time around, taking in more and more of him and sucking harder as you did. How far can she...?
When you suddenly swallowed around him, it happened.
“AH-” He jumped, surprised himself at the sudden orgasm. He quickly tried to somehow communicate to you that he was about to come, but he already started filling your mouth as he quickly pulled out. “Ah, fuck” he got out breathlessly. You looked caught off guard as the first spurts of cum flooded your mouth, but you promptly gathered yourself and grabbed onto his shaft again, holding it steady, pointed at your face. Fuck. White steaks of cum hit your cheeks and dripped on your tongue, painting a picture taken straight out of his fantasies. A string of curses left his lips as the last bits of cum covered your face and you sat in front of him lewdly taking it as if it was the cure for cancer. He’s never seen anything this hot before. How could anything even compare?
He watched the liquid slowly glide down your skin as he tried to catch his breath. You let go of his softening dick and instead used the hand to collect a few drops and suck them off your fingers.
Looking into each other's eyes, you both suddenly started laughing.
“Ah...” he ruffled his hair with a smile, “I’m sorry, that was so quick.”
He wished it had lasted longer, that he could've felt your mouth on him more, but he wasn't too mad about it.
"And I didn't warn you...” he looks back at you sheepishly. You giggled.
“Well.. did you like it?” He hurriedly nodded, “Yes of course!”
“That’s all I need,” you smiled happily, “don't worry about anything else.”
You stood up and stretched out your legs. “I better go clean up before it dries,” you announced as you walked towards the bathroom.
You left the room, and he remained seated, relishing in the afterglow. One simple conversation was all it took, he chuckled as his eyes shifted down to his exposed crotch. Almost like in a trance he stayed like that, his mind empty of all thoughts just feeling tired and happy. It was only when you returned that he snapped out of it. You held a little towel, wet by the looks of it, and beamed at him. “You alright?” you inquired as you approached him. He just nodded and smiled bashfully. “Tired?” Again, he merely nodded.
“Me too,” you admitted. Holding out the towel towards his lower region you spoke again: “May I?” A little sound of affirmation was all he could manage, he felt so sleepy even though all he did was sit. Upon contact with his skin, he realised you had warmed the towel with hot water so it would be more comfortable to him. That's so much like you, he thought, always so considerate and sweet. He fondly watched you as you cleaned him up with care and then got up to return the towel to the bathroom. He shuffled under the covers and felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him, so much so that he felt like he was already drifting away by the time you returned.
“Jimin?” you whispered, unsure whether or not he was still awake.
“mhm,” he quietly hummed. With a chuckle, you flipped off the lights, and he heard your footsteps as you walked over to the bed in the dark. The mattress shifted as you slipped under the duvet and made yourself comfortable. Overcome with the sudden urge to cuddle you, he turned around and wrapped his arms around your soft, warm body, contently smiling and you hugged him back. He doubted he ever felt so thoroughly comfortable with you, so secure and calm. I should've talked to her ages ago.
“I love you, Jimin,” he heard you whisper.
“I love you too, Y/N” he smiled as he drifted off to sleep.
Jimin is in some desperate need to learn how to be sexy so he can stop all his boyfriends from cheating on him, and he can’t think of a better teacher than Kim Namjoon, a notorious heart-breaker and the owner of the biggest gay bar in Korea.
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-diri
He loved you. He’s known that for a long time now, yet the doubts he had wouldn’t let him feel safe. Not that he doubted your love for him, no, he knew you loved him. You were so patient with him, so loving and kind. He knew you loved him. Or, at least that you thought you did. But he also felt like you shouldn’t. He felt like you should be with someone who gave you the time you deserved, and… who could…
He sighed. His thoughts took him there again. To the one place, he didn’t want to go. Straight into the arms of that haunting ghost, he tries to ignore even though it was always with him like a looming shadow: sex with you. It wasn’t like he disliked the idea of sleeping with you, no, he didn’t want anything more than that. The problem was the fear that came with it. How could you possibly please her, the ghost taunted him whenever he would listen, you’re a virgin, a virgin, a virgin could never please her, she deserves better. He knew it was inevitable. Eventually, you two would have to have sex if he wanted to stay with you. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to get over the voice in his head. What if he disappointed you? What if he came right away? What if you didn’t come at all? What if you didn’t like his…
He noticed you had stopped walking and were looking at him. You always picked up on his thoughts- it was almost creepy. There was no hiding a mood shift from you. “What?” he tried anyways. “What’s up?” you asked, tilting your head. He walked over and took your hands in his and gave you a little peck on the forehead. “Later,” he whispered looking you in the eyes. You seemed ever worried about him, ever scared. He wished he could erase your fears somehow, but how? How could he if he couldn’t wipe out his own? Deep down he knew the answer to both questions was one and the same: he needed to talk to you.
You pouted, and he pinched your cheek with a smile.
“Come on let’s get something to eat!” he said and skipped ahead, and you followed him with a sigh. He knew that you assumed he wouldn’t tell you in the end and just hope you’d forget about it. He’s done that so many times before.
Not this time, he decided just then and there. Tonight, I’ll finally talk to her.
Later that day you got home to your place. You went straight to the kitchen to get refreshments and wash your hands, and he excused himself to the bathroom. Not that he really needed to go. His nerves were killing him.
Ever since he decided to talk to you he’s been anxiously counting the hours until ‘tonight’ rolled by, not able to stop his heart from pounding.
Standing in front of your bathroom sink, looking into the mirror he tried to calm himself down. This can’t be healthy he thought and chuckled, but the fear of having to talk to you had him in a chokehold. Still, he needed to get this done if he wanted a future with you. And he did want one.
From the moment he learned you were not a virgin like he was, he’s been plagued by insecurities. Nightmares even. He’s been through every possible scenario on how it could go wrong. He imagined how you would feel awkward afterwards, how he would let you down, how you’d regret being with him because he was terrible in bed or you didn’t like his dick. Part of him knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t shake the thoughts.
He remembered your first kiss. Your face lightened up so much, your eyes sparkling as you smiled because he finally built up the courage to kiss you.
He remembered your first time… dry humping. You thanked him on that night.
You thanked him for taking that step with you after all this time, even though he didn’t do anything. The only thing he ever did was make you wait. And you waited.
He sighed again and opened the tab to splash his face with cold water in an attempt to calm down. Unfortunately, it didn’t really work that way he realised as he rubbed his cheeks dry with a hand towel.
Then, with another deep breath, he looked back into the mirror.
Ready.
A/N: Wording and minor elements are subject to change.
