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eoieopda · 1 year
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Resubmitting since your requests got deleted (RIP 💔) Can you please write something cute about Jimin? Just whatever plot comes to your big beautiful brain, I’m not picky! 💜 you Jade!
content: best friends to lovers, idiots in love, reader is drunk, jimin goes from sad boi to glad boi 🥰
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Jimin, for once, had passed on a party invitation. He wanted to go - really, he did - but his bad mood would undoubtedly ruin everyone else’s good time. Besides, once he started drinking, he could never seem to keep his fucking mouth shut. This was especially problematic, given the circumstances:
You would be there, pink-cheeked and giggling, and you wouldn’t be giggling at him. Not with the “plus one” you intended to bring with you; the guy you’d only started seeing fifteen days ago. He made you smile and he was kind to you, but Jimin would really rather punch himself in the face than continue pretending to be cool about it.
As your best friend, Jimin wished so badly that he could be exclusively happy for you - without feeling so simultaneously deflated. A flat tire personified.
Worse, he was a criminal. Guilty for the part of his brain that wanted this fling to be flung already. Guilty for being self-centered. Guilty for stealing all those glances at you. Larceny might’ve only been a misdemeanor offense, but your best-friend status had to be an aggravating factor.
Besides, wasn’t he committing - at minimum - 43% of the seven deadly sins in one fell swoop?
So, there he sat: on his couch, with lead-lined limbs sprawled out over the cushions. Staring at the ceiling, not moving - just pining. Wallowing, even.
And he was dead-set on staying that way, too, but then his phone started blaring that special, individually assigned ringtone.
“Chimmy!” you whined immediately upon connecting. As usual, you didn’t wait for a greeting before bulldozing your way through the small talk. You were clearly and adorably drunk, but he was the one feeling warm. “Why have you - hic - foresaken me? I can’t beat Junky -“
Did you mean to say Jungkook? Jimin’s scarcely contained laughter was ready to explode out of him like a bomb. Fuck, you were cute. He’d never make it out of this alive.
“ - and Binna at beer pong without my partner.”
Jimin was beaming until his racing thoughts caught up with him. His mouth curved downward as he sheepishly replied, “I thought you got a new partner. Where’s Jae-sung?”
You giggled, snorted, then laughed even harder as a result. Meanwhile, Jimin’s heart spun in pirouettes. You said it as if he should’ve known: “I don’t know where Jae-sung is because I didn’t invite Jae-sung.”
Instantly, his eyes widened so far they might’ve fallen out. He knew he shouldn’t pry, but he was weak and selfish and he needed to know:
“Why not? You seemed to like him well enough.”
“Oh, Jiminie babo,” your exasperated, borderline melodic sigh was drawn out upon exiting your mouth. If he closed his eyes and really tried, he could smell the hard cider you loved so much; dancing on your breath. “He was a - hic - distraction, and then he got distracted.”
“Distraction?” Against his better judgement, there was hope blooming in his chest, “From?”
The more serious you tried to sound, the more you ended up giggling. Though the anticipation was killing him, he could listen to that laugh for hours. It took you two tries to say it; your words would play on loop in his brain far more times than that.
“I have a minimum of five - hic - but no more than seven feelings for my beer bong partner, but he’s not even here, and now I’m losing.”
He was so busy racing for the door, he almost forgot to tell you that he was on his way.
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jeonjungkook7991 · 8 months
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charlieweb · 1 year
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꒰ 䨻 ⠀◌ มยั เ⠀ ๋ 🪴⠀ 혱⠀ ꒰ 䨻 . ⠀ ๋ 🌥️ ꒰๑ ´` ๑꒱
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purplefairytale · 11 months
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I love their bond, a true friendship 💜
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doyouknowbtsswag · 1 year
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Late Night Cuddles |Park Jimin|
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I sighed laying on the couch snuggled up in a blanket waiting for a certain male to come home. I was worried since he didn't answer my text and he was supposed to be home a long time ago. I watched YouTube videos to keep myself occupied and awake for that matter. I sat up after finishing the random video I was watching. I walked to the kitchen to get a snack. I stretched on the way there and heard the door unlocking. I smiled softly as I grabbed a cookie from the jar and walked to the hallway at the same time Jimin opened the door.
"Holy shit" Jimin jumped. "What are you still doing up? It's 12:45"
"Couldn't sleep" I said shrugging as I ate my cookie. "Was worried"
"Why?" He said taking his shoes off and walking over to me.
"I sent you a text about an hour and a half ago and you didn't respond."
"A text? I sent one back" He said taking his phone out from his pocket and unlocking it looking at his text messages and seeing the unsent message. "I forgot to press send"
I laughed looking at him as he showed me his phone. I hugged him to which he hugged me back.
"You look exhausted let's get you ready for bed and then we can cuddle yeah?" I said grabbing his hand.
"Yes mam," He said walking to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
I grabbed my toothbrush from our bathroom and went to the guest bathroom to brush my teeth. I sighed and left the toothbrush in the guest bathroom and walked to the living room. I grabbed the blanket I was using and brought it back into the bedroom. I rolled in bed and under the covers. I tried my best to fight sleep waiting for Jimin to hop in bed. I heard the door open and close along with the soft rustling of fabric. Not a minute later did I feel a dip in the bed and arms around me. I turned over to face Jimin whose hair was still wet.
"You getting me all wet" I whined.
"Woah there" He laughed.
"Pervert" I rolled my eyes.
"Oh really?" He said before shaking his head to get even more water everywhere.
"Stop that," I said hitting his chest lightly and smiling.
"Fine fine," He said pulling me closer as I wrapped my arms around his torso.
"Why were you so late?" I asked sleepily.
"Practice went longer than usual because of the comeback," He said running his fingers through my hair gently. "We decided to go out to get a proper meal after, I saw your text and I thought I pressed send but guess not"
"It's okay" I whispered drifting in and out of sleep.
"Sleep my love," He said kissing my forehead. "I love you"
"I love you too," I said before finally letting sleep take over. Jimin smiled and kept running his hand through my hair before falling asleep as well.
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miss-nichita · 9 months
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Posted 12/25/21
"2 years ago, my friends and I made a Secret Santa drawing exchange in our discord! I made Jimin as D.Va for this friend! 🎁 I was so excited to make this because I've been wanting an excuse to draw BTS atm- in this case Jimin. One thing I was really proud of was getting Jimin's name on the gun like D.Va does on her's! 🤟"
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btssoul7 · 1 year
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Jimin Lockscreen (◍•ᴗ•◍)
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agnosthesi · 1 year
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- jiminie w/ chimmy ✨
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snjeguljica33 · 6 months
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happy birthday ChimChim❤
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Itti Si Hasi Itti Si Khushi Itta Sa Tukda Chand Ka 🥺🧿
(transl. just a little smile, just a little happiness, just a small piece of moon,)
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eoieopda · 1 year
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JADE! Congrats on 1K!!! As a treat, can we have NFWMB (Hozier) smut with Jimin and either brat or dom!reader? PM sent for age verification <3
me, rubbing my hands together like a mischievous lil raccoon upon receiving this. you get me, anon. tbh i’m not going to track the word count, so this may very well be way longer than a drabble should be 😂 this is going to be in jimin’s pov due to the nature of the lyrics. also it’s in present tense, which i literally never do!
listen here.
cw: SMUT (18+ - minors dni or you’re grounded!) body worshipping, unprotected sex, domme!reader, sub!jimin, thigh riding, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, orgasm denial, mild degradation, cockwarming, masturbation (f,) jimin is p obsessed with you so you can decide for yourself whether it’s a toxic relationship dynamic or he’s just v deep in sub space & completely in love.
if i was born as a blackthorn tree / i’d wanna be held by you / felled by you / fuel the pyre of your enemies
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When Jimin walks into the bedroom, you’re sitting at the small, velvet stool in front of your vanity. One elbow rests daintily on the ivory top. The fingers of that adjoining hand hold dark waves back at your ear. You don’t look up, or otherwise acknowledge his presence, but he can’t blame you.
He wouldn’t take his eyes of you, either.
The diamond earrings he bought for you swing ever-so-slightly with your subtle movements. Catching the light emanating from the mirror’s frame, they send a flurry of sparkling, soft white across the expanse of your neck. It twinkles up to the curve of your jaw, now even sharper with your chin angled just so towards your reflection.
Your eyes eventually flicker over to study him through the glass. He doesn’t need to see it to know it; he feels your gaze burning white hot on his skin. No, he was too preoccupied with your other hand - the one holding that tube of Russian Red, swiping it slowly and expertly over your plush lips.
Do you know? Do you have any idea of the power you hold? Not just over him, but anywhere - any time. One look from you could very well split the Earth into pieces; level the entire city. And if you ever did, he’d lay his body down over the cracks like a bridge to give you safe passage through the rubble.
There’s a small twitch at the corner of your perfect mouth that tells him yes, you absolutely know what effect you have on him. Any doubts he may have had drop dead at his feet when you your eyes trail downward from his face to the erection making itself known behind the grey fabric of his slacks.
“Is it really that easy?” Your laugh is pure ice, but it scorches all the same. He swallows hard - he has no response - and then you coo at him, “Poor baby. It must hurt to want me this badly, huh?”
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
It aches.
But nothing he could think of to say would matter much at all. All he wanted was whatever you did, even if that meant he wouldn’t spend a second inside of you.
He’d light himself on fire to keep you warm.
When you unexpectedly stand from your seat, your hair spills over your bare shoulder. The thin strap of your dress - the one you’ll ask him to tighten, he’s sure, when you’re done with him - follows suit off the edge.
You turn to face him and you may as well have turned him to stone. Waiting so patiently for direction, he’ll go wherever you want him to. Your side, outside, straight to hell.
“Then lay down, pretty baby,” you gesture to the nearby bed with a manicured finger. Your nails are sharp, matching the glint in your eye. “Rest that empty head on the pillows.”
He’s too eager.
Has he ever moved so quickly?
When your directive has been carried out to the letter, he blinks up at you. Not expectant, but confused.
Why are you still so far away?
“Aren’t you coming, love?” He asks shyly, truly afraid that you’ll say no. It sounds more like a whine than a question, but for you, he’s never been too proud to beg.
You’re sauntering over to him when you reply and the wickedness of your smirk stings, “I intend to.” Carefully, you hike up the hem of your dress and climb atop the mattress. You settle with one leg on either side of his slightly bent knee. “Jury’s still out on you, though.”
His entire body shudders when your palms press against his abdominal muscles, smoothing up the fabric of his white button-up only to slide back down again. As you paralyze him with your touch, you swirl your hips against his thigh.
Fuck.
You lean in and whisper with red lips hovering close to his ear, “There’s nothing between my cunt and your trousers.” You exhale intoxicating heat against his skin as you grind against him a second time. “I’m wet enough to ruin them, baby. Can you feel it?”
His whole body jolts when you do it again, this time with your teeth nicking his lobe. Your pointed acrylic nails rake down his neck as his head lulls back.
Fuck.
“I said -“ you press yourself down more forcefully onto his thigh. His muscle tenses involuntarily underneath you; the dampened fabric chills his impossibly warm skin. You continue pleasuring yourself as you repeat between heavy breaths, “Can you feel it?”
The stain your arousal is leaving on his thigh matches the spot of pre-cum seeping through the crotch of his slacks. A helpless whimper flees from his mouth as you fuck yourself faster against his taut quadricep. Your knee just barely brushes against his cock, but it’s touch enough to make him stammer, “Y-yes.”
Without thinking, he releases the duvet he’s clinging to and brings his hands to rest on your bare legs. At this, you raise your own hand and grip his flushed cheeks, pushing his lips into a pathetic pout and guiding him to sit upright. “Oh, my beautiful, brainless boy - do you want to touch me?”
Breathless and at a loss for words, all he can give is a frantic nod. To touch you is all he ever wants; to worship like a dog at your altar; to give you his best and all the rest of him, too. You could have his still-beating heart if you gave him a moment to pry it from his chest. You had his soul wrapped around your finger already.
“You want to taste me,” you moan with your whole, heaving chest as your feverish pace slows. It isn’t a question because you already know the answer. You then stop your movements entirely and the sudden stillness is jarring - until your hands push hard against his chest. As his head hits the pillows, you smirk at his startled gasp, “Then don’t waste a drop.”
You grip the bottom of your dress with one hand and shimmy it up to be held at your waist. Simultaneously, you use your other hand to steady yourself.
You ascend over him easily until your knees rest at either side of his head. Even without your core pressed at his mouth - or your thighs squeezing tight against his head - he struggles to catch his breath.
He wasn’t asked for his thoughts, but they spill out anyway. He couldn’t keep them to himself, not when the glistening slick above him made his mouth water. It was a whisper - no, a prayer: “You’re perfect, every part of you. Please, baby, let me taste you.”
When you graciously oblige and begin to lower yourself onto him, he sucks in a breath. He doesn’t care if he suffocates, but he refuses to disappoint you.
His tongue finds your clit easily, and he greets it with little kitten licks while his hands slide up your naked thighs to grip your hips. Gently, he pulls you even closer; any distance - even microscopic - is too much to bear.
He feels you shiver, hears your faint mewl when his lips encircle that swollen bud of nerves. You gasp at the pressure of his suckling mouth; and you grind against the tip of his tongue as it flicks slowly over his target.
Thighs clenching against his head, you jolt when he releases your clit with an obscene, wet pop. And when the flat of his insatiable tongue laps up your arousal, you hiss through gritted teeth, “I knew there had to be a purpose for that fucking mouth. Not completely useless, huh? Are you my little fuck toy, baby?”
His eager reply darts from between his lips, through yours, and penetrates your hole. You gasp at the intrusion and sink further down onto him whether or not you mean to. He doesn’t mind; you could crush him and his last breath would be spent thanking you for it.
Every time the tip of his tongue enters you, it flips a switch. If he keeps going, he knows, your climax will rip through you like a power surge. Crackling, electrifying, and paralyzing.
Your shuddered moans increase in frequency while the pace of your writhing intensifies. He wants you to unravel into his open mouth. His dutiful ministrations, interrupted only by brief gasps for air, tell you as much.
The cry that rings out when you orgasm hits him like a thunder clap. It rumbles through his bones and unsettles every already-dizzy part of him further. He doesn’t let up until you decide that you can’t take his continued assault anymore.
Pulling yourself off him, you press up on your knees only to sit back against his chest. His gaze can’t decide between your sodden cunt as it drips onto his shirt, or your flushed face. In the end, it’s the painted lips that win.
If he had to kill a man just to kiss you, someone wiser would have to talk him out of doing so.
You reach backwards once you catch your breath and then you catch his swollen dick in your hand. You squeeze suddenly, firmly - but not cruelly - and he bucks against your touch.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Do you deserve a reward?” Your tone is innocent but the tilt of your head and your patronizing doe eyes paint a different picture. He doesn’t know how to traverse this minefield without losing a limb, so he says nothing.
You squeeze him tighter and he can’t keep from groaning, thrusting his head back against the pillow, screwing his eyes shut.
You perfect, torturous thing. How did you end up in this bed with him, so far from heaven? Did you fall like Lucifer, you beautiful devil?
His eyes fly open when your presence on his chest disappears. When they re-focus, you’re shifting backwards down the length of his torso, stopping to loom over his pelvis. His cock twitches, so acutely aware of its proximity to you.
You say nothing as you undo his belt. You stay silent when you slide it through the loops of his slacks and cast it aside. When you address his button and zipper, all he hears is his pulse hammering in his ears.
The warmth of your fingertips only graces him briefly - in the moment before you sink down onto his length without hesitation. He moans loudly when you bottom out in an instant, velvet walls gripping tight.
The only move you make is to slip your hand between your spread legs. Your middle finger swirls over your clit, but you’re otherwise still with his cock buried deep in your wet heat.
He’s throbbing inside you despite it all; he aches so badly for friction you won’t share. It’s just you, the pad of your fingertip, and the gaze you have handcuffed to his.
Your eyes struggle to remain open as your nimble finger inches you closer to your next orgasm. All he can do is watch as your lids flutter shut. Withstand the way your cunt squeezes him tighter and tighter.
Feeling you come around him would’ve been enough for him to follow you off that ledge, but mere moments before he could catch up, you quickly slide off of him.
Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts to love you enough to let you slip away like this.
His parted mouth fails to keep his whimpering breaths a secret. Your hand - still wet with your own juices - returns to his face. There you capture his jaw in the space between your thumb and index finger.
When you lean in with puckered lips, he thinks you might finally kiss him. Please, for the love of god, just kiss him. And you do, but not where he craves it.
You slink away, leaving devastation on his face and a bright red stain on his crisp, white collar. With satisfaction twinkling in your eyes, you hum, “There. Ain’t you my baby?”
He is, he is, he is, he is.
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kavijay99 · 2 years
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This 😂👏
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itsff · 6 months
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purplefairytale · 11 months
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I get so lost inside your eyes ♥︎
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aestheticstayarmy · 7 months
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Immaculate soul
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Don’t be tainted
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By the world’s bloody hands
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This Mr. really thought it is legal to do us like that
👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁☠👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁
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Me right now:
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