#favourites!pjm

[skyandpeople]

*You who are allowing us to feel all of these emotions also need to feel the overflowing happiness & love. you need to. okay?* -jimin's insta letter 230613

#angelmin😍 #my favourite human #jimin #park jimin #bts #bangtan #pjms #festa 2023

[burnt-tree]

*does this to ur fave*

#guac #pjm #pj masks #ive only just finished watching heroes of the road #i didnt realise it was a wHOLE MOVIE #but boy did i get stressed at some points #gekko as always being my favourite character #hHEHA AND THE WAY HE JUST LAUCHED NEWTON INTO SPACE #newtkko is just so real #love them

[peachypinkygloss]

sleepover — ksj, pjm

You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.

☆ pairing: best friend!seokjin x fem!reader x best friend!jimin

☆ genre: roommates au, best friends with benefits, smut

☆ word count: 7.3k

☆ warnings: evil jin & jimin cus i can't write them if they aren't meanies (they're still cuties 💘), reader's kinda a bimbo and a crybaby oops, roommates jinmin, a bit of possessiveness 🤫, pussy drunk jimin <3 (he could drown himself in it istg), dicks analysis 🤓 (i love doing that, sorry not sorry), threesome, unprotected sex, degradation, edging, oral (f & m), fingering, lil bit of anal play 🙊, cum eating, and btw kissing is overrated.

a.n.: fucking finally ‼️ this is me signing up for hell. jinmin turned me into a helpless romantic whore. ... idk how my characters are supposed to interact outside of sex ☠️ sorry

"Hi."

Seokjin greets you as a huge grin forms on his face. He leans on the door he just opened, eyeing you up and down before hiding his other hand in the pocket of his shorts. You recognize them to be his basketball ones, his favourite and lucky pair of shorts.

"Hello," you say in return, passing by him to enter his dorm room he shares with Jimin.

His eyes follow you, lingering on your body shamelessly. You're already dressed for the sleepover, having chosen to wear your Snoopy themed night shorts with a random t-shirt you own since high school.

You turn around, catching Seokjin staring at you at the same time. Fortunately, you're not that bright so you don't question him. You probably didn't even notice his eyes were on you anyway.

"Where's Jiminie?" You ask him, voice pouty and disappointed to not see your other best friend in the room with you.

After he closes the door behind him, he walks up to you. He almost wants to laugh at the height difference you share. He can see the top of your head, well, he would if you hadn't your head tilted upward to look at him.

He's much taller and larger than you. It does something to him. Is he old fashioned for preferring his women shorter than him? Maybe, but screw it. It attracts him, he can't deny it, especially when the woman in question is you.

"He'll be back soon," he answers, watching how your hold on the strap of your backpack twitches when he steps closer to you. "He went to take a quick shower. Didn't want to stink after his practice," Seokjin explains and you nod, quickly backing away and throwing your bag on Jimin's bed.

He doesn't mean to make you anxious. It's not his fault if his proximity cuts your breath short, but he finds it cute. Really fucking cute.

Jimin's bed is placed on the left side of the room while Seokjin's bed is on the right. Their dorm is minimalist in terms of decoration because in terms of mess... it's the opposite. Typical of a young man's room — of a two young men's room.

It's not super messy where you can't even see the floor beneath your feet, but a box of empty beer bottles is chilling beside their mini-fridge and dirty clothes are scattered everywhere as well as school furniture.

As unpleasant as it seems, you feel good in their room.

And anyway, they know how to clean, they just don't really do it. What's new?

"Sorry for the wait!" Jimin exclaims as he enters the dorm, coming in with his used towel around his shoulders. He shakes his head, trying to get his wet brown hair away from his face. "The shower I normally use was broken, so I had to use another one and the stupid curtain was sticking to my ass," he loudly complains and removes his sandals by throwing them in a corner by the entry, walking up to you.

"That's why I don't pull the curtain," Seokjin says, always having the best but also weirdest advice. "Doesn't bother me anymore."

Jimin winces, giving him a dirty look. "You're fucked up for that," he accuses Seokjin, laying his towel on the back of his chair so it can dry properly. "There's water everywhere if you don't pull it."

"And you make weird eye contact with people," you add on, Jimin agreeing with you with a 'yeah' and a nod of his head.

Seokjin rolls his eyes as if you and Jimin are the weird ones when everybody knows damn well it's fucked up to not pull the shower curtain.

"Nah, just close your eyes," he persists, believing he's in the right and you both are in the wrong. "And anyway, it's better than having the curtain sticking to your butt every time someone enters the shower room. Plus, there's a drain for the water, so fuck you."

You gasp offendedly when he insults you, giving him a tap on the chest to scold him for his bad words. He only smirks at the hit, wanting to tell you it tickles as a way to tease you, but he knows you hate it when he laughs at your lack of strength.

"Don't say that!" You reprimand, staring at him severely and he thinks you just look so cute. It's unfortunate how he'll never take your anger seriously.

He grabs your wrist, stopping from giving him another hit as he can't help but laugh at your facial expression. "I wasn't saying it to you, babe," he rectifies, pulling you closer to him by the hold he has on your arm. Your face is then a couple inches away from his, the corner of his mouth twitching up, as always. "Just to him 'cause he deserves it, but not you."

You look at him in the eyes, breath quickening as his plump lips seem way too close to yours. You notice his gaze shifting between your lips and eyes, understanding the idea he has in mind. You don't let him think about it too much.

"You're stupid," you mumble as you detach yourself from him, putting a safe distance between you two.

You glimpse in Jimin's way, hoping he didn't see how Seokjin was literally asking for a kiss, but he's busy tidying up his hygiene products he brought to his shower.

Seokjin's eyes haven't left you, still looking at you with a smug smile on his face, but he stops when his friend turns around.

"Ok, so... what movie do we watch?"

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"There's no more soda," Seokjin announces, looking inside their almost empty mini-fridge. It would be time to go to the grocery store.

"But I need one!" You whine from where you are laid down on Seokjin's bed, previously sandwiched between the two men with Jimin's laptop on your lap to watch a movie. "I'm thirsty and water won't hit the same..."

Seokjin sighs, knowing he'll give in to your whims. How can he resist your adorable face and your pouty voice? You're their spoiled best friend, after all.

"I have to go to the convenience store..." He explains, hoping it'll make you change your mind and go with water instead of a soda.

You keep the same expression, big rounded eyes and corners of your lips tug downward. "Yeah?" You say back, not bothered to make him walk miles just for a little can of soft drink. "Please, you'd be a sweetheart, Jinnie," you flatter him, using compliments to make him give in and it works, as always.

"Okay..." He sighs again, upset for being so weak with you. You deserve it, but he's not really willing to leave you alone with Jimin, especially with the smug smile he has on his face right now.

"Bring some candies, too," you ask while he's searching through his wallet to check if he has enough coins.

"And chips," Jimin adds in, smirking like a devious child. "Oh, and ramen, since we're at it."

Seokjin narrows his eyes at him, well aware that his friend has something in mind, but he can't tell what exactly. "Do you have the money for it?"

"You do," he replies quickly, snuggling himself closer to you.

"I'm not paying for your shit, Jimin," Seokjin says back, putting his coins in the pocket of his basketball shorts.

"Ah, come on, hyung!" Jimin groans, but his friend doesn't want to hear him.

He picks up a pair of dirty jeans off the floor, knowing Jimin hides his coins in there. He pulls out a couple, not really caring if he takes more than he needs to.

He puts on his sneakers and brings his phone and keys with him, opening the door. "Don't wait for me!" He yells before exiting his dorm room he shares with Jimin, door closing behind him.

As you're about to press on the spacebar to resume the movie, Jimin closes his laptop, extending his body over yours to drop off the electronic device on the floor.

"What are you doing?" You question him, confused.

"Waiting for Jin."

"But he said-"

He cuts you off, putting his index finger over his lips. "Shut up, will you, princess?" He smiles when you don't dare to open your mouth again, looking at him with widened eyes and pouty lips.

He hovers over you, one hand supporting his weight on each side of your body. He rapidly settles himself between your legs, lowering himself slowly, looking deeply into your eyes. Your heart accelerates and your stomach twists, starting to get nervous about what Jimin is about to do.

He carefully lifts your pyjama top over your belly, making you involuntarily flinch when his lips brush against your skin. He glances at you when you move, but he doesn't say anything. He just looks at you with his piercing gaze as a warning or maybe as a way to reassure you, telling you that you don't have to be anxious.

You swallow in a whine when his pillowy lips lay on your stomach, leaving you bothered and hot by the simplest action, yet the most meaningful at the same time. He kisses your skin, his lips trailing down until they reach the band of your night shorts.

You shiver, swallowing again, the area between your legs heating up as he gives your stomach more kisses. They are wet and warm as well as intimate and sexual.

He presses his plump lips down on you, the tip of his nose touching your skin as he gets terribly close to your crotch. You're flustered by the way he explores this area of your body you never knew was this sensitive until now.

His hands grip the fat of your hips, gripping hard, but it doesn't pain you. It cuts your breath short and makes you feel possessed, like he owns you. Owns your body, owns your emotions because there's nobody else at the moment other than him who makes you feel this way.

His hands on your hips shift down to your clothes that separate you from his insatiable mouth. It's as if it's searching for you, searching for your core that is turning wetter as the time passes incredibly slow.

His lips travel between your thighs and you open them for him, not thinking once about anything else than his mouth on your private parts. His fingers tease you by slipping under the band of your shorts before slipping back up, doing it over again. He pulls them slightly down, but stops since he likes torturing you.

"Are you going to... to, um…" You lose your words, gasping loudly when his mouth finds your bud of nerves, already aching from the lack of contact.

He doesn't stay long, going up just above your pelvis, pulling down on your shorts by hooking two fingers under them at the front. "Yeah," he whispers, confirming your doubts.

You feel his hot breath on your skin, locking eyes with him as he continues to pull, also bringing down your panties. "Like... like the last time?" You ask in a little voice, which makes Jimin smirk.

"Like the last time," he repeats before concentrating back on his task.

He attacks your stomach in kisses, distracting you from the fact that he's now using his two hands to get your shorts and underwear off of you. It works, you don't fight back and only bury your fingers in his thick soft hair.

Rapidly, your clothes find a spot on the floor, being long forgotten the moment Jimin puts his mouth on your pussy. He licks a long strip from your leaking hole up to your clitoris, wrapping his lips around it. He passes his arms around your hips and your legs hang on his shoulders, clad feet touching his lower back.

He nibbles on your clit, suckling on it, making it puffy and swollen. He sucks avidly on your bud and million tingles pass through your body. You buck your hips upward by instinct, pushing down on his head and gripping his hair between your fists.

You moan sweetly, Jimin's cock hardening in his shorts at the beautiful sounds you let out each time he sucks and licks, giving you the impression that he's literally making out with your pussy.

You imprison his head between your plush thighs and he likes the feeling of it, he likes it very much. He's happy to know he makes you feel good, so good that you could suffocate him between your thighs. You do this because you're agitated, squirming around under him and moaning, sounding almost like cute little meows.

His head of silky brown hair peeks out from between your legs and your stomach flutters at the sight, your mind fuzzy from thousand little clouds.

He suckles on your clit and you lack the words to describe the feeling, but it's wet, so wet. His tongue is everywhere, teasing and licking like it’s second nature to him. At this very moment, you believe Jimin was born to eat pussy and nothing else.

He ruts his hips against the mattress and lets out a deep moan, cock aching from being restricted in its confines. The wet sounds your cunt produces turn him on so bad, dick painfully hard at the melody of your moans and at the way you shove him against your pussy as if his head wasn't already buried between your legs.

It's a lot for you, your fingers can't compete against his mouth — they would lose instantly. If Seokjin knew what you two were doing right now, you can't imagine what his reaction would be. You wonder if he knows about last time, there's no way he doesn't, Jimin hides nothing from him.

If he knows, then why did he leave you alone with his friend who is incapable of keeping his tongue in his mouth, away from your cunt? That's why he was so hesitant. You feel bad, you shouldn't be doing this behind his back... No, you shouldn't be doing this at all. Or should you?

Is Seokjin's tongue as skillful as Jimin's? As wet and warm? Surely, with his pair of heart-shaped lips you can only imagine what they would do to your poor little clit.

You moan at the thought, twisting Jimin's hair in your small fists, coming closer to your orgasm. It doesn't take you a lot, a few licks and he has you over the edge. With skills like his, you're sure to be in seventh heaven really quickly.

So quickly and intensely that you don't even hear the door opening and closing, nor does your best friend.

"Jimin, what the fuck!?"

You knit your eyebrows at the sudden exclamation, but don't give it much importance as you feel your orgasm coming. Your pleasure is cut short and you get frustrated really fast.

"No, no, no," you panic, feeling Jimin's mouth leaving your pussy. You pull on his hair to have him back against you, but he doesn't budge.

"What?" Jimin responds nonchalantly, looking at Seokjin who has just entered the dorm with sodas and snacks bought at the convenience store down the street. "Don't you want the poor girl to cum?" He smirks like the situation is totally normal.

And maybe it is normal. It's not the first time he's gotten his way with you, it surely won't be the last. You're stupid enough to not see the way your friends look at you, how they undress you with their eyes and how they lick their lips salaciously whenever you find yourself in a compromising position.

They are perverts, but with you they are more than that and you're about to find it out.

You turn your head toward Seokjin who's standing beside the bed, a crease between his dark eyebrows. His gaze is sharp, mad at you for being such a whore, but can he really blame you when Jimin's lips are so tempting, literally breathtaking.

"Oh, please, Jinnie!" You beg, clit pulsating. Having Jimin's mouth just over your cunt is agonizing, so hurtful when he could soothe the ache between your legs in less than a second.

"What are you begging for, hm?" He says, his voice husky, making your stomach twist. You whine, eyes watering at how badly you need this release. "Can you tell me instead of crying like a little slut?"

Jimin looks at you from his spot between your thighs, smiling devilishly with no intention of helping you unless you follow Seokjin's order. You find it unfair and kind of dumb because if he had come in just a minute later, you would've orgasmed by the time. And it would have been magical.

Sloppy kisses are given to your inner thighs and you swear Jimin is doing it on purpose. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands, taking a deep breath before locking eyes with Seokjin. "Please, can I cum?"

"I don't know," he answers curtly and you frown even more. He approaches you and lean over you, taking a hold of your jaw, angling it in his direction. "How badly do you want it?" He whispers, his pink lips so close to yours, you can't help but stare at them.

"I- I," you stutter out, totally braindead and on the verge of tears. It shouldn't be that hard to say a complete sentence, but right now, it is. You surely look pathetic, crying for a stupid orgasm. "Please, want it badly."

"Good girl," he purrs when you finally say the words he wanted to hear. "Yes, you can, sweetheart," he gives his approval and your eyes light up.

Jimin doesn't wait to get back into it, lips already on your clit when Seokjin lets go of your face. You both look down at where Jimin's mouth operates, slurping up your arousal and flickering your little bud of nerves with his pink muscle.

You whine and grip his hair, tangling your fingers in it. You jut your hips upward in his face, his licks and sucks much more powerful than previously.

You're brought back to the edge of your orgasm in little time, mouth agape as you close your legs around Jimin's head. Seokjin takes the opportunity to insert two of his fingers in your mouth, going deep and pressing his digits down on your tongue.

You close your lips around him and you ask yourself if he's verifying how much you can handle at once. If you can take his long fingers, you're surely capable of taking something else way bigger.

You drool all over yourself and wince at the wet feeling, not really appreciating it. You moan around his fingers as you rock your hips in Jimin's face, the knot in your stomach ripping apart. The pleasure is intoxicating and ten times more intense. Who would've thought Jimin's mouth can turn such a little orgasm into a literal tsunami.

You cum hard while still having Seokjin's fingers knuckles deep in your mouth. You hear Jimin groaning at the pain you inflict on him by pulling on his hair, but he loves the pain and loves even more your cunt rubbing in his face.

Jimin removes your thighs off of his shoulders and pushes them over your stomach. He savours your arousal dripping down from your hole, drinking it like a thirsty man as if it was his only source of water. He makes out with your pussy and this time it's not just an impression. He's opening and closing his mouth on you, sucking on your lips like he would do if he was kissing you.

Seokjin retracts his digits from your mouth and slaps the side of your face with his wet fingers, cupping your jaw after. "Happy? You got what you wanted, greedy little girl," he rasps out, gritting his teeth.

He's so hot when he grits his teeth. He has this look in his eyes, one that makes goosebumps run down your spine. He seems mad, upset you've let Jimin get into your pants so easily without a second thought. Or mad because you didn't wait for him. Well, according to Jimin it's what you were doing, but you shouldn't have started without him. If only you knew you were about to start that.

"Yes," you nod, muttering the word. Seokjin holds your face tightly, fingers pressing on your cheeks, jutting your lips out.

Jimin gets up on his knees and your heart does a flip in your chest at the view of him with his hair tousled, knowing you're the cause of this beautiful mess. His lips and chin are drenched in your juices. He licks them clean and wipes his chin with his hand, flashing you a devious smile after.

"She's just a dumb little girl, now," he teases, bulge very apparent in his shorts. "Did you have a good time, hm? Grinding on my tongue like a deprived virgin?"

Seokjin frees your face to cup your cunt instead, slapping it a couple of times, making you squirm out of overstimulation. "She sure did," he agrees, licking your arousal off his fingers before speaking up again. "Look at her. No thoughts behind those pretty eyes."

You want to say something back, but you can only produce a pathetic whimper.

Jimin is about to lower his shorts over his crotch when Seokjin stops him. "What are you doing?" He asks with a scowl on his face.

"Well, it's my turn," he answers casually, but Seokjin doesn't really agree with him. "I got her all wet, I deserve that pussy."

"Yeah, and you did it behind my back. It's only fair I get to it first-"

"No..." You grumble, interrupting your friend. They both look at you, intrigued with what you have to say. "Stop fighting. I get to decide who enters me." You roll over, getting on your stomach and then on all fours to escape Jimin. You sit up, flicking your eyes between the two men. "And nobody will."

"What!? Why!" Jimin exclaims while Seokjin scoffs. It's stupidly easy to piss them off.

You place yourself over the edge of the bed, your back facing Seokjin and your clad feet hanging off the mattress. You grab Jimin's hand to bring him over to you. You sit on your calves, opening your legs wider and leaning on your hands while Jimin is placed on his knees, back straight.

You look over your shoulder and point at Seokjin where he should be. "Kneel here," you instruct, pointing to the spot just behind you.

You smile when he gets on his knees and he grins back at you, knowing your greedy little pussy wants more. Two pairs of plump lips on your sex on the same day? Blissful.

But you should know Seokjin isn't really the type to follow orders, far away from obeying to your selfish little rules. He's the one who commands, not the opposite. Never the opposite.

"Jimin," you tug on his shorts, making him look down at you.

He smiles sweetly, cradling your face in his warm hands. "Yeah, princess?" He purses his lips as if to send you a kiss. "Wanna suck on my dick? Is that what you want?" He coos, saying such lewd words in a soft voice.

"Please."

He groans appreciatively at your pleading, his cock twitching happily in his briefs. "Get rid of that first, baby," he demands, pulling your pyjama top off of you, revealing your breasts to him. "Perfect..." He purrs, fumbling your tits in his palms before reaching for the band of his shorts.

At the same time Jimin's pulling his cock out, you feel your asscheeks being pushed apart and a big glob of spit falling down between them, dripping down over your puckered hole. You gasp when a thumb comes to stroke the muscle, lubricating it.

You can't really focus on what's happening behind when Jimin's angry erection stands proud just before your eyes. You moan at the sight, having never thought that seeing your best friend's dick would have been so arousing.

He's perfectly girthy, his head a cute shade of pink and glistening in pre-cum. He's not super veiny, but you can sense the weight of it. Looking at it makes you hungry, salivating like a dog in front of a bowl of food.

Jimin is not shaved and you love it. He has two well defined shallow grooves on his abdomen going from his hip bone to his pubis, accentuating how slim and muscled his body is. A few veins pulse out on his abdomen, going down to his pubis, and you want to pass your tongue over each one of them.

You open your mouth, Jimin guiding his cock toward your mouth, but it's at that moment that Seokjin plunges two fingers in your cunt. You moan out, knitting your eyebrows as he reaches a sensitive spot right away. He scissors your insides, and even if you said nobody would fuck you, you think he's stretching you out exactly for that.

"Shhh," Jimin tries to soothe you, patting your head in an endearing manner. "Keep your mouth open, baby." You do so and he doesn't hesitate to penetrate it, moaning in relief as he puts a hand at the back of your head to keep it steady.

He keeps a hand around his base to guide it in your mouth and you relax your jaw, letting him stuff you full of his cock. You want to reach the end so bad, pleasure Jimin like he did with you, but he feeds you his dick slowly, too slowly.

You've never been that eager, that impatient to suck a cock. You want to make him cum, to satisfy him. You want him to use you, use you like you're worth nothing more than a sexual object. He can ruin you, fuck your throat with his fat cock, you only care about his — their — pleasure.

He holds your head, letting go of his cock when he considers he's far enough in. "Ah, what a good fucking whore," he praises breathily, watching the way your lips wrap tightly around his stiff erection, drool dripping down on your chin from being so full.

You bat your eyelashes at Jimin, feeling your eyes stinging. He growls when your eyes connect, his fluffy bangs covering his beautiful almond shaped eyes.

You can't see Seokjin's movements, but you can feel everything. His breaths, the calluses on his hand palming your butt, his long fingers pounding into you, his thumb teasing your rim, you feel it all.

He lays his tongue flat over your cunt where his fingers operate, licking a long trail until he reaches your other hole. You clench around him, a little bit taken back by his obsession with your ass, but still really turned on.

It's nowhere near uncomfortable, though it's not an area you usually explore when you're alone. You keep your jaw slack for Jimin as he starts to thrust in back and forth at a slow pace. He doesn't move much, most of his length stays in your mouth. It's enough friction for him to enjoy, hearing his soft moans above you.

You arch your back to Seokjin's pleasure and he groans pleasantly, having his head buried between your cheeks. He curls his fingers in you and pat gently the spongy spot in you, making you moan obscenely around Jimin's thick cock.

It sends delicious vibrations through Jimin's body and he opens his mouth in pleasure, pushing his cock in deeper. He frowns adorably while his mouth is ajar, watching his meaty length disappear and reappear between your swollen lips.

Seokjin's traces your empty hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing you and making you contract around his fingers so hard he has difficulty to move in. He slaps your ass and your whine is muffled because of Jimin's cock in your mouth. You unclench and he can finally move in freely.

He pulls on one cheek while he kisses and licks around your rim, sometimes going in just a little. You push your behind onto Seokjin, eliciting another groan from him, angry or maybe satisfied, you have no idea.

You're trapped between your two male best friends and you don't know what to think, mind so dizzy, potentially ready to explode. One feeds you his cock, the other eats your ass while fingering your pussy. How can your brain function correctly in this situation? Well, it cannot.

"So fucking impatient," Seokjin observes, now entering a bit of his thumb into your hole. The stretch is weird, but it tingles at the same.

He removes his two digits from your drenched pussy, making you whimper around Jimin, spreading your wetness over your puckered hole after he extracted his thumb. You feel the dampness between your cheeks, purring when Seokjin brings up more arousal.

He pulls your two globs of flesh apart, coming to lick your ass again. You feel his nose pressing down on you and the teasing tip of pink muscle tickling your tight hole. He almost cleans you off of your juices, leaving only his saliva and the insatiable hunger he has for your ass.

Your eyes roll back and Jimin sees it, gripping your hair at the top of your head in a tight fist. You let out a painful long whine, loving the burning sting and the stretch of your ass Seokjin offers you.

Jimin guides the bounces of your head on his cock, doing long and rhythmic thrusts. He groans deeply, the sound coming from his throat, and you mewl in return.

His face is all puffy, cheeks coloured in red, breath shallow and lips dried. He licks them, swallowing in a breathy moan after. He looks delectable, his dark gaze planted on you, never once looking away unless it's to watch his thick cock entering your mouth at an exhilarating pace.

You feel digits stroking your rim, teasing a bit before Seokjin spits on it. "I should fuck that tight ass," he states as he spreads his saliva, dipping in his thumb slightly. "For fucking with Jimin behind my back." He passes a finger over your slicks, noticing how wet you are.

You want to protest, hearing Seokjin standing up on his feet after his scary, but tempting threat. You're about to pull out when Jimin pushes down on your head, keeping it in place. "Ah, shit..." He hisses, feeling you swallowing around him.

It's not long until you sense a long cock sliding over your drenched cunt and you look worryingly at Jimin, but he only smiles at you, still holding your head down.

Seokjin pushes his bulbous head down your tight ass hole and you clench around nothing, heart beating faster. You wonder if he'd really dare to do it, but you know he's not the kind of guy to do it the... messy way. He's teasing, as always.

"Stop whining, baby," Jimin coos, stroking your cheek delicately. He moves in slightly and you flatten your tongue under his meaty cock. "Relax, m'kay? There's nothing to worry about, it's just us," he reassures you and you close your eyes, letting him use your mouth as he pleases.

You finally feel his cock penetrating you, sliding in your pussy in one motion. Your wetness allows him to enter you with ease, making you moan around Jimin's hard dick. One hand strokes your back, big palm caressing your sweaty skin, passing over the bumps of your spinal column.

"She's fucking tight, sucking me in like crazy," Seokjin rasps out, smacking one of your asscheeks, making your flesh jiggle from the force of the hit. "Acts like she doesn't wanna get fucked, but that's all she's been dreaming about..."

You whine, wanting to say something, but you can't while having a full mouth. "Such a dirty girl, aren't you, princess?" Jimin purrs, perfect pink lips curving upward into an evil smile.

He refrains a lewd moan from escaping his mouth by biting down on his bottom lip, fist pulling harder on your hair. You do your best to breathe through your nose, focusing on your gag reflex and hollowing your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.

"Ah, fuck-!" Jimin frowns and grits his teeth, too close to his high to continue fucking your mouth. He yanks your head back, pulling out of you in an instant.

His cock twitches after he analyses your face, looking absolutely destroyed. You breathe with difficulty, cheeks stained by your tears and chin by your drool. You blink several times, looking back into his eyes before moaning out loudly, leaning yourself on Jimin.

Seokjin doesn't miss your sweet spot and it's too intense for you, holding on to Jimin for some emotional support. You grip the sides of his t-shirt, sticking the side of your face to his chest, crying against him all while you're getting fucked by one of your best friends.

Jimin can't help but play with your dangling breasts, fumbling the plushy flesh in his rough palms and pulling on your nipples. It makes you arch your back, leaning on Jimin's touch and pushing your hips against Seokjin's.

The man behind you grips your hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh, leaving your poor skin sore and the marks of his fingertips behind. He snaps his hips against yours roughly and he seems to never get enough, driving his cock into your wet pussy like a mad man.

Jimin's erection stands just before your eyes, glistening in your spit and hard as rock. He sees you looking at it so he grabs it, guiding it to your lips. "Wanna suck it, baby?" He asks in his sweet voice and you glimpse up at him, drooling on his t-shirt, looking totally braindead. "Don't be shy, open your mouth..."

You part your lips to mouth at the reddened tip, suckling on it gently. Jimin hums, stroking your hair delicately, the opposite of Seokjin's actions who pounds into you with force, using you to get himself off.

Suddenly, he steadies his hips against your ass, stopping his vigorous hip thrusts. He then pulls out and your legs fail you, no longer strong enough to stand on their own without him holding you up. You cry, letting go of Jimin's cock and glancing over your shoulder to see Seokjin getting rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt.

"Do you want to switch?" Jimin questions his hyung and this one nods, catching his breath.

"Yeah," he breathes out a positive answer.

Jimin smirks down at you. "Come here, baby," he softly instructs, grabbing your bicep and bringing you to the head of the bed. He takes off his sweats before stretching out his legs and leaning his head on the pillows. "Turn around, show me this little ass."

You straddle his lap how he wants it and you see Seokjin following you, gently tugging at his aching cock covered in your juices. He's long and curvy, but he looks less stiff than Jimin. You suppose he's the type to get more length when erect, unlike his friend.

"Come on, princess, put it in," Jimin smiles and you look at him, shuddering in desire at his words. "Sit on it," he insists.

"Yes, Minnie," you sigh out of exhaustion.

You take his wet cock in your hand and angle it toward your leaking hole, moaning softly when you sink down on him. The stretch of your cunt is good, feeling completely full. He twitches happily in you, Jimin extending his arms to grip your hips possessively.

You moan in unison, Jimin letting out a long grunt and you a loud whine. He doesn't reach as deep as Seokjin, but he fills you up really well.

"Oh, fuck," Jimin curses, biting down on his bottom lip out of pleasure. "Go ahead, ride me, baby," he softly demands and you oblige happily.

You start doing a grind motion, leaning on Jimin's thighs to keep your balance. He runs his palms all over your body, appreciating your curves and the way you move your hips on him to pleasure yourself.

Seokjin grips your chin, making you face his angry erection, his hand wrapped around it. "Show me how good of a slut you are, sweetheart," he sings, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear.

His long fingers stroke his cock, but they stop at the base when you tilt your head down, catching his swollen tip in your mouth. He hums appreciatively and passes his fingers through your hair, now wet by your sweat. He collects your hair in an improvised ponytail, keeping them away from your face.

You bob your head over his long cock, stroking the base with one of your palms since you can't fit all of him in your mouth, your other palm still sitting on Jimin's thigh. You hear the beautiful, raspy moans of Seokjin, proud of yourself for making him feel good.

He is smoothly shaved, skin soft and sturdy under your tongue and fingertips. You love the sleek feeling of Seokjin's pubis, although you equally adore the stinging feeling of Jimin's pubic hair against your skin.

You grind on Jimin, doing little motions that are more pleasurable to you, but he still approves, muttering a 'fuck yeah' while directing your hips.

You suck Seokjin as if you were in a porno, bobbing your head over his length and moaning around him exaggeratedly. You don't know where this sudden vigour comes from, but you won't complain. Surely not when he looks impressed, in total admiration.

"Fucking slut," Jimin slurs out, pupil dilated and filled in lust at the sight of a white ring around the base of his cock left by your pussy.

You whine around Seokjin, disagreeing with him, or maybe agreeing. It doesn't matter anyway with the way you clench around him each time he throws bad words at you.

You like how they treat you, as if all those insults were deserved and justified. But they know damn well none of the things they say are true, that's why it's so exciting.

You move in slow circles, Jimin's hands grabbing and slapping your ass. Your juices are everywhere, dripping down on his balls and sticking to his pelvis. It feels a little bit nasty, but you don't think anyone in this room really cares.

It smells so much like sex and you wonder how long it'll take for the odour to go away. Knowing your friends, they could probably never open the windows just to keep the smell of you in. You would dissuade them from it, because come on, but the thought makes you slightly smile.

"Fuck, this mouth is doing wonders," Seokjin compliments and you're ravished to hear that. "Don't know how long I'll last, sweetheart," he announces, looking down at your lips gliding smoothly over his long, curvy cock.

"Same," Jimin adds in, voice raspy and breath erratic.

You're encouraged by that, pleased to know you're making them feel really good. You use your full potential and lift up your hips, dropping them back down on Jimin's dick. You love the stretch, love how his cock pushes your walls to make room for himself, being so big your pussy just can't keep his size.

You take Seokjin's in your mouth, slurping and swallowing around him. He groans, telling you how much he likes you and your wet tongue.

"Okay- Fuck," Seokjin begins, but curses when you cup his balls, innocently glancing up at him. He puts a hand on the top of your head and pushes you away from him, his cock slipping out of your mouth. "I'm taking her pussy, now," he says, still looking at you even though he's addressing Jimin.

"No! Why?" Jimin complains, groaning loudly in disagreement.

"Because I want to," he says back, too stubborn to even consider another option.

"Well, you're gonna let me finish first."

As you lift up your hips, Jimin's cock pulling out of you, he's quick to turn you around and lay you down on the bed where he was positioned previously. Seokjin lets him, rolling his eyes at the childishness of his friend — even though he's not acting very mature either.

Jimin straddles your waist, stroking his cock just over your breasts, licking his lips. You watch his hand running up and down his length rapidly, all coated in your wetness and saliva of earlier.

"Shit, shit- I'm cumming," he hastily warns, fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. He was already close when he was in you, so it doesn't take long until he's brought back close to his high.

His eyes are blown out, looking at your tits like there's nothing sexier than them. His hips stutter and you place your palms on his naked thighs, feeling how hot his skin is.

"Ah! Fuck," he chokes on his words, angling his cock toward your boobs. You look at him emptying himself on your chest, long ropes of white cum landing on your breasts. He keeps stroking obsessively until he spills out everything, little white beads falling from his wet and reddened tip.

He whines a little when it starts to hurt because of overstimulation. He eventually finishes, passing a hand through his hair, removing his wet bangs from covering his eyes. His chest heaves rapidly as he tries to regain a normal breathing.

"Go away, loser."

Jimin sends a murderous glare at Seokjin before clearing the way, sitting down, back against the wall.

Seokjin penetrates you again, locking your shaky legs behind his back. You gasp when he pounds in immediately, not once missing a beat. You sneak a hand between your legs, reaching your pulsating and puffy clit left alone for too long now.

With your other hand, you swipe a finger in Jimin's cum on your boobs, picking it up and bringing it to your mouth. Seokjin watches you eating his friend's cum and he squints his eyes at you, perhaps a little jealous.

"Oh! Jinnie," you mewl, the knot in your stomach tightening from his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you and your finger drawing quick circles on your clit.

You lick more cum off your fingers, arching your back and closing your walls around Seokjin's long cock. You moan loudly when you reach your high, milky his dick and clenching repeatedly around him, bringing him close to his high as well.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, sweetheart." His hips snap against yours and like earlier, they steady on you, cock twitching inside your pussy.

He doesn't pull out this time and paints your insides white in his cum, spurting everything he has deep into you. You sigh of contentment, loving the hot sensation of his cum in your pussy.

"I'm so full, Jinnie," you purrs and he slips out slowly, looking at his seeds dripping out of you as you hole keeps quivering and clenching from your previous orgasm.

He wets his lips, wishing he could see this everyday of the week; you full of his creamy cum. But of course, he's not the only one to want this. He'd have to share.

"Next time, I'm the one cumming inside," Jimin says from where he is, catching a glimpse of the white substance falling out of your hole. "You selfish jerk," he mutters to his friend.

Later on, after Seokjin passed a cloth between your legs and Jimin cleaned the mess he made on your breasts, you fell asleep in Seokjin's bed. The boys finished the movie without you since you were too tired, eyelids closing on their own.

They stayed up late at night, playing video games and eating ramen, sometimes giving each other stupid challenges like doing a certain amount of push-ups in a determined time.

They didn't really disturb your sleep since you were knocked out. Though you sometimes woke up from their voices, you went back to sleep easily. You don't know who slept beside you that night, but you woke up with Jimin's arm around your waist and Seokjin coming back with breakfast.

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[wqnwoos]

by the the time seokmin gets home, you’re almost done with dinner.

you’d actually hoped to be finished by the time he gets home, but you’re still cooking when the sound of keys jingles by the door, and your boyfriend’s regular “i’m home~” sings through the house.

you call back to him (“the kitchen!”) because you really can’t leave the stove right now — he appears behind you with drawn features and a tired smile, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “you cooked my favourite,” he observes quietly, gratefulness underlining his tone and punctuating it with a soft kiss dropped on the side of your face.

you smile at him slightly, before pressing a returning kiss to his cheek and motioning for him to sit down.

seokmin frowns. “you don’t need help?”

you shake your head. “just sit down and look pretty. that’ll help.”

he smiles then, a real one that curves his lips wider than you’ve seen them all day. despite it, he still tries again; “really, baby, i can — ”

you whip back around, pointing your wooden spoon at him like a weapon. “nope! just sit! be pretty!”

your boyfriend sighs — whether in defeat or relief or a mix of both, you’re not quite sure.

“how was your day?” you question.

seokmin lets out a non-committal grunt. “tiring,” he admits, which isn’t new knowledge to you. you’d texted him around lunchtime reminding him to eat and asking how his schedule was going, and his reply was just so tired ㅠㅠ.

it’s when you start humming that seokmin realises you’re listening to his betelgeuse cover; and, despite the cold of outside and the tiredness seeping into his bones, his heart fills with indescribable warmth. he hasn’t eaten yet, but he feels completely and totally full.

the feeling doesn’t dissipate for the rest of the night. (even when the playlist switches randomly and suddenly fire by the hip hop team is blasting in the kitchen and it’s 11pm and you’re trying ecstatically to rap along with them and he’s watching and laughing and all he can think is that he must be the luckiest guy on earth.)

an / requested by @dulce-pjm. i am SO fucking sorry it took me like 363736 years to complete this!!!

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[doodlekoo]

OUCH | pjm

Summary: you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die

Pairing: boyfriend!jimin x fem?reader (mentions pronouns a few times)

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: PG

Genre/Warnings: established relationship, injury, pain, implied?verbal abuse, explicit language, kissing, FLUFF HEH (my favourite), oc is so in love with Jimin

Note: hello fellow fluff lovers, i’m so sorry i’ve been ia for 10 months i was focusing on finishing my final year for college. tbh creative writing isn't my strong point it’s more of a side hobby so please understand i won’t be updating regularly i’ll probably be posting more so when I'm bored and feel like it ahahaha. I do want to point out thanks to all those who liked my previous stories. I really do appreciate it it’s great motivation!! anywho this story was based on when i hurt my foot (it was a more gross story but still hurt like a bitch) i tried limping home but the entire time i wished someone would carry me and care for me the way jimin does in the ff (sad i know). i originally wanted it to be longer going into detail about Jimin’s backstory but i thought short and sweet was better SO ENJOY i hope you all like it :)

and as always please let me know what you guys think and if you want more stories like this! please also leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed reading! :D

A warm sensation spreads through your body, engulfing you in a comforting embrace. You couldn't help but smile as a sense of contentment washed over you. The day had been a success. You followed every command and every instruction that your superiors had asked you to follow. Starting a new job was a challenging experience, one you hadn’t gone through before. The memory of your previous employment still haunts you, the echoes of your coworkers' voices reverberating in your mind as they berated you for the slightest of missteps. Not only was it stressful to deal with that every day, but you would also feel even more drained coming home after the endless regrets ran through your mind.

The more you worked at that god-awful place, the more your thoughts grew—were these issues truly insignificant, or were they looming large and you simply lacked the perspective to see them?

Your boyfriend, Jimin, was constantly begging you to quit the job since the sight of you so wrapped up in absolute guilt crushed him every day. Jimin only wanted what was best for you. The stubbornness he had over you was often a hard take but it was only ever going to be beneficial. As the begs increased in volume, your guilt scaled high, resulting in an endless cycle.

You knew you had to do it. Gathering yourself mentally and emotionally to utter those two liberating words took a great deal of courage.

"I quit."

You said it slightly quietly, still unsure. but you were stern about it with an attempt at a demeaning stare. In your head, you felt pretty confident with the way you delivered it, only to have that confidence descend with the sudden scoffs followed by the classic response, "Is that supposed to impress me?"

Perhaps Jimin was right. The testosterone in the room was unbearable at this point, and that slow, excruciating deterioration of your brain was just really not worth it. Staring back at your manager, you remained undeterred.

"I'll be handing in my notice tomorrow."

It was never worth creating an argument with your manager or anyone who lacked basic brain cells, in fact. That simple interaction only changed you for the better, and slowly but surely you felt you had a little more respect for yourself.

As you navigate the bustling street after your third shift, a palpable aura of rejuvenation surrounds you, causing your steps to take on a playful bounce. The faint aroma of coffee lingers on your clothes. The joy felt completely surreal, almost like time and space had been warped. Though the relentless bombardment of verbal abuse made your mind gradually deteriorate, it now made even the most challenging tasks a mere cakewalk.

The rain had been hammering down on the cafe windows for most of the day, so when you were met with the fortunate sun slowly peeking out from the clouds, you felt enveloped with its warmth, feeling it gradually filling your mind up with a little extra dose of serotonin.

Several metres or so away from your workplace, in a small back alley, you could smell the damp brick encroaching on your senses. Looking farther ahead, you saw the recent confrontation you were only slowly getting used to. It was amusing to you that a couple of steps were the only thing you had to worry about in your new day-to-day life. It was a sign that you were at least doing something right. You braced yourself for the steep steps that lay ahead while keeping in mind the wet, slick concrete.

And at that moment, the serotonin vanished. As the calmness of the moment dissipated, a surge of anxiety and adrenaline took over. Your heart plummeted as you failed to catch those final steps. Your foot barely brushes the step's edge. As you stumbled, your ankle gave way beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.

You squealed, trying not to make any noise, as a wave of pain shot from your foot up through your body when the weight followed.

"Ouch,"

You hissed in pain as you sat at the foot of the steps. Looking absolutely helpless. The surrealness seemed to slip away as the situation unfolded before your eyes. Your mind wandered in silence. As you glanced around, a wave of relief washed over you as you realised that no one had witnessed your mortifying disaster.

I'm fine. I'm fine. You managed to convince yourself that you could make it home since the distance to your house was less than a mile. I can limp; it's fine. You reached for the railing and attempted to pull yourself up, only to be reacquainted with the searing pain you'd felt before.

Fuck.

You personally don't like to worry excessively about pain and injuries because you've always considered it a waste of time to acknowledge the warnings your body gave you. As the numbness set in, you realised that the situation was far worse than you had initially thought. Your body lay still and unresponsive, leaving you with only your thoughts to keep you company.

Along with the overwhelming urge to get up and leave, you also had the nagging fear that someone could hear a small person yelping at the bottom of the steps and decide to make a huge deal out of it. You know one person, Jimin, who would take his time over an insignificant issue. He would be the one to hire a golden carriage and transport you in grandeur, as the conclusion to convincing you that you needed to rescue yourself from those said scary steps. That was the worst-case scenario in your mind. However, it reached the point where you would rather have him make this big of a deal than a complete stranger who would have thought you were weak, whereas Jimin was certain that you are not.

A soft, sad sigh escapes your lips as your hand instinctively reaches for the back pocket of your jeans. With fingers trembling in anticipation, you searched for Jimin's name. As you raised your phone to your ear, you sensed your heart rate accelerating. Your nerves were on edge, and you did not want to burden Jimin with any additional worries. Making Jimin anxious was punishment enough. Every day, catching a glimpse of Jimin's radiant smile was like a burst of sunshine, flooding your world with a second dose of serotonin. But the thought of not being able to bring that smile to his face or turn it into a beaming grin was gnawing at your insides.

"Hey, ___, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon! I’m just out with Namjoon and Hobi!" Jimins' amplified voice, together with the distant chatter in the background, echoed through the alleyway. "No, Jimin i-"

"It was just- Hobi wanted us to come see designs after work, and naturally we all piled into the bar! We are finishing up now!"

"Jimin, that's not why I'm calling…" You replied with a low tone.

"Huh?? Sorry babe, I can't hear you that well!" You chuckled to yourself at the agonising situation. Oh Jimin..

"Jimin, I fell.."

"Sorry, what was that??"

"I don’t know Jimin. I fell down these steps, and I can't get up. It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do.."

"Shit. Stay there. I'm coming now. Where are you?" The way Jimin's entire demeanour shifts over the phone, it intimidates the hell out of you.

"I’m just outside that alleyway from my work... Do you know the one?"

"Yes, I do. I’ll be there in five minutes." And with that, Jimin ends the call.

"Fuck. That was my girlfriend. I’m so sorry guys, I have to go" Jimin, on the other hand, was shitting it. Hearing your frightened voice over the phone was enough for him to travel day and night to you.

"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, apprehensive. He'd only see Jimin's expression like this when something was seriously wrong.

"I'm not sure, I think she’s hurt. I'll see you guys soon." Jimin said, frantically stuffing all his things in his bag. "Aw, alright, I hope she’s okay," Hoseok chirped.

"I hope so too. Bye!!" And just like that, Jimin literally flew outside the bar door. Foot harsh on the pedal. On his way: to you.

You kept your eyes on the cracks along the walls, waiting for Jimin. In the end, a few people did come by, but you covered it up by sitting on the floor and talking on your phone, and they didn't seem to notice. It's currently quiet as the sun is descending. But eventually you could hear faint, sporadic panting in the distance. It was the said saviour of the day.

"___!! Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?? What happened?!?" Jimin gasped, looking at you like a precious gem that had cracked.

"I’m alright, just a little stumble. But I can't stand up, and it’s annoying." With a faint chuckle, you replied. You looked up at him, hoping to see his gaze soften and persuade him that it wasn't such a major issue, but his anxious expression didn't fade.

Scrambling towards you, he examined your ankle carefully, gently touching it in the process.

"Hm, I’m not a doctor, but I think maybe you sprained it. We should go to the hospital." He announced it sincerely.

"NO. I mean- no Jimin, no hospital, please; it’s not a big deal."

"Are you sure? I mean, you said you couldn’t even stand up?" It was endearing that Jimin tried to convince you, but because you didn't want to feel even more embarrassed, you simply scowled at him and hoped he understood what you were trying to imply.

"Okay, okay, let’s go home then." Jimin let out a little giggle at your silliness. But he now knew it was time for him to take on the doctor role and oh how Jimin would take that role very seriously. "Right, I need to carry you to the car then, can you try and get on my back?"

Jimin crouched in front of you after turning around. You used your entire upper-body strength to push yourself onto Jimin's back by reaching for his shoulders. His arms came back around and supported you from behind before he stood up and repositioned you.

"You okay?" Jimin asks once again. "Yes. Thank you, Jimin."

You scoot closer to his back, not just so he can carry you, but also so you can embrace him. Jimin carefully made his way back up the steps and onto the busy street, attempting to find his way back to the car park. You felt embarrassed by the many stares so you cuddled your face closer into the back of Jimin's neck.

It felt safe there, and you could smell his perfume's mild flowery scent mingled with the peppermint notes of his shampoo. Oh, how he always smelled so good. You smiled into his neck and pecked him lightly. This elicited a slight chuckle from him.

Jimin gently places you in the passenger seat and carefully rearranges your legs. He tightens the seatbelt and ensures you're safe and secure. You glance up at him, speechless. After the manner in which he's been treating you, the decision to call him for assistance felt extremely justifiable. As your gaze lingers on Jimin, he catches your eye, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips once more.

"Is this okay?" Jimin asked with a grin. "Yes, Jimin, this is perfect." As your gaze met his, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. The way he looked at you with such tenderness and affection was a feeling beyond words. To have someone who cherished you so deeply was truly a gift beyond measure. A rosy hue crept up Jimin's cheeks, causing his smile to widen even further.

Closing your door and driving back to the house was quite quiet, but it also felt soothing and safe at the same time. Jimin carried you on his back once again while fumbling to retrieve his keys from his pocket to open the door. Making his way to the sofa, he plopped you down softly.

"Okay, wait there. Don't go anywhere; I’m going to find a bandage." You laughed and shook your head at his stupid yet endearing joke.

When Jimin returned 10 minutes later, he did not only return with a bandage but also with half the house. Blankets, pillows, comfy clothes, a big bowl of snacks, and on top, the said bandage. You couldn’t even see his concentrated face through the massive mountain of love.

Your laughs echoed throughout the room once again while Jimin dumped everything beside you. He then carefully helps you undress into your loungewear and, following a YouTube tutorial, attempts to wrap the bandage around your foot. Watching him all focused on you made your heart flip around the room. He is so adorable.

"Okay, I think that’s good. Now do you want a pillow under your foot as well?" Jimin asked you politely. "I think it’s alright like this." You look at him, smiling.

"Hm, scratch that, I’m getting you a pillow."

When Jimin returns from getting a pillow, he gently lifts your feet to place it beneath them. He then throws various fluffy blankets over you while tucking in the sides, making sure once again that you don’t go anywhere. Looking back at you, he moves in close, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he momentarily retreats before leaning back in, peppering your face with a flurry of playful kisses. The two of you erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, your heads thrown back in pure love and joy.

"Now what should I put on the TV for you?" Jimin sits beside you after grabbing the TV remote. "Anything I don’t mind."

Jimin then proceeds to put on your favourite film. Pressing play; he looks at you with a soft smile. "Please be more careful; I hate seeing you hurt like this." He pats your head gently while wrapping his arm around you.

"I’ll try not to Jimin ''. You say as you move closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Paying close attention to the rest of the movie, your sixth sense tells you Jimin isn't watching it at all; he's staring at your ankle, hoping nothing will hurt it any further.

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[author-ssi]

Let Me Pleasure You ~PJM

➜Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader ➜Genre: Smut, One-Shot Warnings: dirty talk and fingering [18+ MDNI] ➜Word Count: 1.1k ➜Summary: When you stumble upon a bartender named Jimin after being left unsatisfied by your date.

You're drunk.

You're so freaking drunk.

But that was the goal you had in mind when you entered this bar, so you're pretty pleased with yourself. Not the exact pleasure you'd thought you'd be getting tonight but at least after a few drinks, it's safe to say your sexual frustration has been appeased for the time being.

"It was awful! He just couldn't get it up! I mean, I was over there, trying my best to -you know- but it was no good!", you vent in the videos you're sending to your two best friends while sitting on a bar stool. Sipping your fourth glass of wine for the night, the buzz in your head intensifying, you glance around the empty bar to check whether you're safe from prying ears. The bartender is on the other side of the bar, there are but two groups of people at tables quite far from you; so you're good.

Clicking on your phone, you start recording the next video of you rumbling, "At first, I thought that he might be nervous but when I asked him he denied it and said that the hotel just didn't inspire him and that he was anxious about our limited time, too. I mean- He was the one who booked the hotel and as far as I'm concerned, we had plenty of time so all those are just excuses. Still, I don't get it! I gave him a handjob, and he got an erection but then, everytime he was about to enter me, he went... Limpy!".

Downing the rest of your drink, you twirl the glass around with your fingers as you let out a long, disappointed sigh. "So much for grooming myself... I put on my favourite body lotion, wore that pair of black, lacy lingerie I own and for what!? I've been going out with this guy for like a month and I've been dropping so many hints for him to find a place for us to have sex and when we finally get the chance, this happens!", you unconsciously raise your volume, ultimately groaning in exasperation.

"Why are you still dating this guy, then?", a euphonic, male voice is heard out of nowhere and you turn to face the black-haired bartender gazing at you with a genuinely puzzled look in his peering, brown eyes. You're too stunned to speak as you watch him lean against the bar resting his chin on his palm and raising a questioning brow at you, "Based on what you're describing it seems you two have no sexual chemistry and from my experience, when two people don't fulfil one another's desires in bed, then there's no point in them dating".

"You could always stay friends, keep things platonic", he adds with a shrug of his shoulders before coming out from behind the bar to stand right in front of you. "Besides, there are plenty of men out there; perfectly capable of providing you with the pleasure you deserve", his deep voice takes on a sensuous tone and travels all the way to your core, bringing back to the surface all the sexual frustration you tried to bury. Nimble fingers inch towards the end of your dress, hovering over your bare thighs. His eyes appear dark yet calculating, as if trying to pinpoint your boundaries so he won't cross them later.

Finding his intentions to respect you unbearably sexy, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, trembling eyes almost begging him to touch you. Still, the handsome man settles on teasingly tugging at the edge of your dress, smirking down at you smugly. “It’s the first time I’ve had a stranger offer me advice on my sex life”, you observe with a playful giggle yet the way you’re staring at him from under your lashes is nothing but seductive. The heat in your panties instantly turns to dampness when his fingers finally move under your dress caressing the inside of your thighs, and you spread your legs slightly in order to allow him a little more space.

“How rude of me not to introduce myself... I’m Jimin”, he states with his voice becoming even more sensuous, causing goosebumps to shoot down your back and your legs to almost quiver. “I’m Y/N-”, you barely manage to utter before his fingers come in contact with the spot you need it most. A heavy sigh escapes you as pleasure paints over your expression when he starts to move his fingers up and down, rubbing them against your clothed pussy. “Nice to meet you Y/N”, he chuckles lowly, clearly satisfied with your reaction to his touch.

You place a hand on his slim waist for support, fingers gripping onto the fabric of his black shirt in attempt to choke back a moan when he adds more pressure and rhythm to his touch. "You know... If I was your man, then it would never get to the point where you'd have to drop hints for us to have sex; I'd rail you to your heart's content", his words are fierce and direct compared to the subtle and gentle way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear the moment you look up to meet his gaze. The lustful look you’re giving him urges him to go one step further, pulling your panties to the side and entering two of his fingers inside you.

Astonished by his bold invasion of your body, you can’t help but let out a staggered gasp. Yet, your state of astonishment is even more prolonged when his plump lips find their way to the now exposed skin of your neck, peppering wet kisses all over it. “Jimin, we’re not alone here”, you mutter in a brief state of clarity through the haziness of pleasure. "Oh, so you want to continue somewhere more private?”, he murmurs against your skin, his thick fingers suddenly curling inside you. The stimulation is too intense you’re surprised you didn’t fold on the spot. Instead in an attempt to control yourself, you clamp a palm against your mouth stifling a high-pitched whine.

“Look at how your pussy is squeezing my fingers. I can already imagine it clenching on my cock ”, he rasps with a slight grunt of anticipation before he finally draws his face from your neck to look at you. His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. Not that you’d ever be able to take your eyes away from him either! “Come on baby, let me...", he speaks with his full lips now brushing against the shell of your ear.

"Let me pleasure you"

#bts #bts x reader #park jimin #jimin #smut #bts smut #bts jimin #jimin smut #let me pleasure you #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I always say this but if JK was on army twitter he'd get called a secret jm solo and kicked out. His favouritism is so obvious 😭

He's not hiding it! He's like a fake ot7 when clearly he's the president of the Jimin Fanclub. I will never forget the face he made when he was asked to sing BTS songs, he refused, and then proceeded to spend the rest of the time singing Like Crazy and doing everything else that had a connection to Jimin. It's always about Jimin and bitches hate that.

How are solo pjms hating this man when he's basically the no. 1 Jimin stan? Just absurd

#m thoughts #jikook

[dreamescapeswriting]

Surprise Visits ~ PJM

WORD COUNT: 2K

PAIRING: jimin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: fluffy, angst, fighting with a fluffy ending, cute soft jimin, idol reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

As soon as Jimin had seen it on his schedule that he was in the rehearsal studio before you, he knew that he had to come and see you earlier than he had planned to. It had been almost 8 days since the two of you had gotten to spend any time alone together and it would be a lie if he said he didn't miss you. It wasn't as though you were overly clingy with one another but you were young and very much in love the relationship wasn't even new to one another anymore, you'd been together for almost eight years and still going strong with every second. 

Everyone who knew you thought the honeymoon phase would be over sooner and none of them would have imagined your honeymoon phase would stay like this but just lately Jimin noticed things were strained between you both. Jimin kept putting it down to the fact that it was the release of your solo debut taking off and you'd been so busy preparing for it that you'd barely had time for yourself anymore. This was part of the reason he’d shown up today, at least this way the two of you could have at least five minutes together before you’d have to go on the stage but judging by the state of the practice room, you weren’t even here yet. 

There were interns running around and mumbling to one another, while some of your dancers were anxiously looking at the time and muttering your name to one another. There were fifteen minutes before you were due on the stage and it was beginning to stress out everyone inside of the room.

"Where's Yn?" Jimin asked one of the dancers as he walked into the room, the teen boy turned to look at Jimin before shrugging his shoulders, none of them had seen you that morning even though your rehearsal was supposed to have started hours ago and they worried you’d backed out of showing up altogether - though none of them was saying that thought out loud just yet.

"Noona hasn't shown up yet," He muttered before walking away from Jimin and going to make sure his costume was properly fitted before he had to get ready to be on stage. Jimin took the flowers he’d bought for you and put them on the table, it was your bouquet of all your favourite flowers with a small card attached. It wasn’t the only thing Jimin had bought with him today though, after you’d finished your show there was going to be a catering service to serve you and all your dancers.

"What?" Worry flooded Jimin as he frowned looking at his phone for any sign that you'd text him but there was nothing there, not even a good morning text now that he came to think about it. It wasn't like you not to text him in the morning and it was a little worrying now that he thought about it. Your routine was like clockwork by now, 5 am you would wake up, go to your gym and shower then following that you’d usually text or call Jimin to wish him a good morning - depending on whether or not he was awake that morning or not but either way there would ALWAYS be some kind of text or call to let him know you were awake. Had you managed to sleep in on one of the most important days of your career? It seemed impossible to Jimin, especially since you had about 6 alarms as well as an alarm that shook your entire bed so that you would wake up in the mornings.

"She's never normally late to practice." Someone grumbled from beside Jimin which did nothing to ease the uneasiness that was growing in the pit of his stomach. Searching through his contact information he clicked your name and lifted his phone to your ear but frowned as it went straight to your voicemail message,

“It’s Yn, I can't get to the phone right now but leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!” Your voicemail was the same as it always was and he sighed a little, quickly leaving a small message for you to call him back as soon as possible and he did his best not to sound worried about you. 

Once he was off the phone he shot you a text as well,

Jimin: 9:45 am: Hey, you doing okay? It’s okay to be nervous and if you need me, I’m right here. Xx

If there was even a chance that you wanted to run away from all of this then Jimin would be right there by your side, ready to take you wherever you needed to go. Even though he knew that debuting was your dream he also wanted to be there for you if you didn’t think you could go through with it, anything you needed Jimin was your man.

As the minutes ticked by there was only a minute until you were due on the stage and no messages had been answered, nor had you turned your phone back on since every call Jimin was trying to make to you was going right to your answering machine. Things were starting to look a little bleak and people inside of the room were starting to get more and more worried. 

“I’m so sorry!” You screamed as you walked into the room, your head thrown back in laughter as you walked into the room. Your eyes landed on all of your dancers as you realised just how worried they all seemed to be.

“We got stuck in traffic, there was an incident coming down the road.” You explained, your cheeks aching from how hard you’d been laughing for the last fifteen minutes. You’d been on your way to work that morning when a group of workmen dropped a large glass window in the road leaving glass in every which direction and you were stuck. There was no way your car was going to get through in time so you’d been forced to walk on the streets, luckily though you’d met up with Dae-Hyun - your dance partner for your song today. He would ride his bike to work but as soon as he saw you the two of you had started a nice walk together, and soon it had turned into a laughing fit as you talked about things. 

“You’ve got to go and get ready,” Your manager - Jinso - said not looking very impressed with just how late you’d shown up,

“I’m going, I promise. I’m so sorry.” She held her hand up to you, she didn’t want to hear apologises, all she wanted was for you ready and on that stage within the next two minutes. You smiled, quickly kissing her cheek before sprinting back of the room not even noticing your boyfriend who had been waiting for you to look at him - flowers in hand. Dae-Hyun was smirking to himself as he took his outfit from one of the managers inside the room, Jimin had always had a disliking toward him which had only grown since he became your dancer. The two of you were closer than close and Jimin had always tried to look at it as if the roles were reversed, you’d never gotten overly jealous or possessive when Jimin had a female partner and he was doing his utmost best to keep himself from going insane thinking about the two of you together.

But it didn’t feel good when he’d been texting and calling you all morning to find out where you were and you came strolling in with Dae-hyun, his arm around your waist as you both laughed among one another barely even noticing Jimin inside of the room.

“Let’s go, everyone!” Your manager screamed out, clapping her hands together as Jimin stared at Dae-Hyun, the two men making eye contact as Dae-Hyun turned his back on him going to rush and get ready for the stage. Jimin stared down at the flowers in his hands, suddenly feeling stupid for even coming here when you were too busy to care about anything else this morning and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt.

Once your performance was over and you’d given the last on-stage interview you headed back to your practice room covered in sweat and waiting to see Jimin. You’d known he was in the room after you and you were very much looking forward to celebrating with him but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a bouquet waiting for you.

To, my love,

Good luck with today! You’re going to knock it out of the park!

~Jimin

You bit down on your lip as you flipped the card over to see directions to the parking lot of the building you were in, without changing out of your stage outfit or showering you followed them hoping to find Jimin waiting for you there but once you were there. There was no sign of him, all of your dancers and even your manager were enjoying the food and coffee trucks he’d supplied for you, your photos plastered all over the banners.

“Noona, did you see? Jimin-Hyung did all of this for you,” JP- one of the younger dancers you had said to you, your heart sinking as you smiled weakly.

“Is he here?” You looked at the teenager who looked around before shaking his head,

“Haven’t seen him since before you went on stage. He came by to surprise you I think.” Your heart broke a little as you thought about Jimin waiting for you all morning while you’d strolled in late and not even noticed him standing there. God, he must hate you right now. Especially since you’d walked in with Dae-hyun of all people holding you around the waist. You knew Dae-hyun made Jimin feel uneasy and you hated that he’d had to bare witness to the two of you acting so friendly with one another even if there was never anything between the two of you.

“Enjoy the food, I’m going to go and find Jimin,” You told JP before walking back into the building to go and grab your things, calling a cab as quickly as you could to take you back to your place.

As soon as you were home you saw Jimin sitting in the living room waiting for you, some small banners were hung up inside of the space and you smiled a little at the sight, your heart warming a little as you thought of all the effort he went through for you.

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” You pointed at the signs and then to the small card and flowers that you were carrying in your hand, Jimin shrugged his shoulders. His mood had started to deteriorate ever since he’d seen you with Dae-hyun and he knew there was no reason to take it out on you but he couldn’t help it when it hurt as much as it did.

“No big deal,” He grumbled before you walked over to him, sitting beside him and cuddling into his side. Your head resting on his shoulder as you took his hand into yours, 

“I’m sorry I was late. I turned my phone on and I got all of your messages,” You looked at him as he looked at you, a weak smile forming on his lips as he did his best to get out of his mood.

“I watched the performance, I only left when you started your interviews,” He promised, kissing your cheek softly as he began to tell you what an amazing job you’d done on your debut stage. You’d been so nervous about the whole thing but after running late that morning you were too rushed around to even think about being nervous which was nice for a while.

“Did you get any food?” He questioned as he took your hand in his and drew small invisible patterns into your skin,

“No, wanna order our favourites?” You smirked already reaching for the menus that you kept under the coffee table for the two of you to browse through,

“I’d love to.” He chuckled taking his favourite from you and reading through even though he already knew what he was going to get.

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#bts #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts imagines #jimin #jimin x reader #jimin imagine #jimin imagines #park jimin #park jimin x reader #park jimin imagine #park jimin imagines

[still-with-koo]

New Year’s Kiss | PJM

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: your best friend persuades you to go to a new year’s eve party with her. and to your chagrin, he’s there. your best friend’s brother. can you get through the night without making things awkward?

wc: 2,731

genre/warnings/rating: 17+; enemies to lovers? more like frenemies to lovers; or maybe a hint of idiots to lovers? definitely best friend’s brother to lovers; fluff; kissing/making out; the slightest tinge of dubious consent to kiss; mentions of alcohol; slight reference to bullying, but more like childhood teasing; some evil planning; a few swear words. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: this was posted (last) new years & it’s kinda fun i think

It is nearly midnight and the champagne glass in your left hand is not doing you any favours. You glance down at it.

Empty. Such a pity.

Leaning your elbow against the bookshelf, you glance around the room. Not a single face recognizable in the sea of people all pretending to like each other. Or maybe they did like each other. You’re not really sure and you don’t particularly care.

But one thing is clear. You regret coming to this new year’s eve party.

It’s your best friend’s fault, of course. Heejin always did this.

It didn’t matter that you hated crowds or that you would much rather ring in the new year in your pyjamas having too many slices of pizza while binge watching your favourite kdrama. She could always ply you out of your cocoon with promises of a good time.

But the only one who ever had a good time was her. And now she was nowhere to be found.

Looking across the room you spot someone you did not expect to see.

Park Jimin.

Your best friend’s brother and your childhood tormentor. You would have never come if you thought he would be here. Probably why your bestie didn’t tell you.

He loved to bully you (ok, it was mostly gentle teasing) and he knew exactly how to embarrass you with maximum impact.

Like when he posted a photo of you in your braces and grape juice stains for your birthday message last month.

Or when he kept calling you by your childhood nickname (Tinkles… or Tinkie for short) in front of your (now ex) boyfriend. One little accident in the 2nd grade and he hasn’t let you live it down since.

He has been getting more generous with the embarrassment lately and you find it safer just to avoid him.

You fix your gaze on him a little more steadily. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or what, but he looks different. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him in a white button up, at least not one with so many buttons undone. The way his sleeves are rolled up, he looks…

You shake your head. It’s definitely the alcohol.

You set the champagne glass on the bookshelf, a little uneasily you notice, and look around the room again. Jimin catches your eye and winks at you. You quickly look away.

Well, that was unexpected. You turn back and realize he is staring at you. With a look you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him. You definitely do not want to talk to him right now. Not while you’re this drunk. You’re liable to make a fool of yourself like you always do around him.

You slide past a couple making out and end up at the beginning of a short hallway. You take your chance and get in through the first door you see. You shut the door behind you quickly and look around the room.

It’s a bedroom, you realize. You’re not really sure whose apartment this is. Your best friend was weirdly vague about it and you didn’t press her.

You walk over to the dresser and see a picture of young Heejin next to a familiar looking boy. An angelic face with the most mischievous eyes.

Damn it, Heejin.

It dawns on you who is looking back at you through the frame and you realize whose room this must be.

Then the bedroom door clicks open.

You turn around to see Jimin in the doorway. He enters slowly, carefully closing the door behind him, his eyes never leaving yours.

“What are you doing in here, Y/N?”

He raises an eyebrow at you as his face breaks into a sly grin.

“Oh, uh, it was kind of suffocating in there,” you manage, desperately trying to figure out how to get out of this awkward situation.

“You do realize this is my bedroom, right?”

He smirks at you and you feel your stupid heart beat a little faster.

“Uh… I’m sorry… I didn’t realize this was… Heejin didn’t tell me… But this photo, it… yeah I just realized it must be yours.”

You feel blood rush to your face as you set his photo back down on the dresser.

“Hmm ok, Y/N. I’ll buy that. Anyways, I just came in to grab a sweater,” Jimin says, walking over to his closet and pulling out a cashmere sweater. You can’t help but watch him as he pulls on the sweater. Such a simple action yet done so gracefully.

Jimin catches you staring and smirks.

“Sorry to disappoint, Y/N. I’m not taking anything off.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you scoff, trying to dismiss the heat that prickles your body at his words.

Jimin holds your gaze and walks towards you. You step back and your leg hits the dresser.

You’re trapped.

His eyes are still fixed on you as he steps closer, backing you into the dresser as you look up at him, your lips now only inches apart.

Your heart is beating so hard you are certain he can hear it too.

His gaze is fixed on you and you can’t look away. What is happening? Is he about to…

He leans forward and your hand immediately shoots up to cover your lips as you shut your eyes tight.

You inhale sharply as you feel him reach behind you, glancing at your profile as he chuckles softly to himself and quietly whispers in your ear.

“You’re in the way, Tinkles.”

What—?

You open your eyes and look behind you to see his phone lying on top of the dresser right behind you.

He grabs his phone and pulls away from you, turning away without a second glance and you watch him walk away, too stunned to speak.

When he reaches the door, he pauses briefly to look back at you, a glint in his eyes.

“Don’t touch anything else, Y/N. Unless you want to be punished.”

He shuts the door behind him and you realize you had been holding your breath. You nearly collapse onto the dresser behind you, your head spinning momentarily before heat starts to rise in your chest.

What an annoying prick.

He hasn’t changed one bit and all you want to do is embarrass him the way he just embarrassed you.

And you knew the perfect way, too.

You glance in his dresser mirror. Your cheeks are bright pink. Not a good sign. But otherwise you look pretty good. You fluff up your hair a bit and try to psych yourself up for what you’re about to do.

He wants to fluster you and make you feel stupid for getting riled up?

Well, two can play at that game.

You glance down at your phone and notice it’s only a few minutes to midnight. And everyone is getting ready for their new year’s kiss.

You know Jimin doesn’t have a girlfriend but he always kissed the hottest girl in the room every new year’s. So all eyes were always on him.

You also now know this party full of his friends. It’s his apartment after all. And you’re certain they know who you are because of all those stupid pictures he posts of you. You’ve been the butt of far too many of his little jokes.

Imagine what they would think if you and him…

You feel a giddiness in your stomach as an evil grin creeps onto your face.

Oh, who’s going to be the butt of the joke now, Jimin?

With one last glance into the mirror, you set off to find Jimin.

As expected, he is in the centre of the room. He doesn’t have a girl on his arm yet but you’re sure he will soon enough. You can see many greedy glances in his direction.

As you beeline towards him, you start to feel butterflies in your stomach.

Are you really about to kiss Park Jimin?

The evil, angry side of you wants to. It would be the perfect way to finally beat him at his own game.

But the more rational side of you hesitates. Could you really go through with this?

You look at him, noticing the way his stupid smile lights up the whole room, the way his eyes crease into little crescent moons, the way his hands move animatedly as he tells some dumb joke.

It’s super annoying.

The thought of the look on his face if you kissed him— the disgust, the anger, the sheer embarrassment of kissing his sister’s dorky best friend in front of all his friends —sets off a fire inside you and propels you forward.

And adrenaline carries you right up to him, your face merely inches from his, taking in his raised eyebrows and the utter shock now etched on his features.

“Y/N, what are you—”

You stare into his widened eyes as the countdown begins, your eyes dipping down to his pink lips and lingering for a second before coming back up to meet his.

10…9…8…

Instead of showing disgust or annoyance, Jimin smiles, his expression soft… and a little bit concerned.

“Do you want me to kiss you, Y/N?”

7…6…5…

Your smirk falters at his words. Is he considering it? Is he not angry? You hadn’t thought this far ahead.

4…3…2…

Your smirk starts to fade as Jimin’s eyes continue to gaze into yours.

Your nerves take over as you realize you can’t do this. No way in hell. Not a chance.

1… Happy New Years!

Your resolve breaks and you’re about to move away when you feel Jimin’s arms gently wrap around you as he pulls you into him.

And he kisses you.

Wow.

Your mind goes completely blank as his soft, pillowy lips land on yours, pressing into you with a gentle force that reverberates through your whole body. You sense some hesitation on his part at first, seemingly trying to gauge your reaction but within moments you sense a switch as his lips press into yours with such passion you start to feel dizzy. You consider pushing him away but the sensation feels far too wonderful. Magical, even.

Your eyes flutter shut on their own and you soon realize you are kissing him back with a passion that matches his, your hands landing on his neck, fingers tangling in his soft hair. Before you can stop yourself, you hum in pleasure as he tilts your head back to deepen the kiss and you feel him smile against your lips and pull you in tighter. You can’t help but smile back, enjoying the sensation far too much.

The kiss could have lasted mere seconds or hours, you’re not really sure but soon he is pulling away, gasping for breath as you do the same. You give him a shy glance and notice that his cheeks are bright pink and he is still smiling.

No, he is absolutely grinning from ear to ear.

Your cheeks feel like they are on fire and you can no longer look him in the eyes as your head drops down.

You feel his soft hand raise your chin up to look up at him but before he can say anything, you both hear a familiar voice. More like a squeal, actually.

“OH MY GOD!! Ahhh I can’t believe you two just made out!! My best friend and my brother!! Wait, hold on— I’ll be sisters in law with my best friend!!”

It was Heejin. And she had the same gift as Jimin. She knew exactly how to embarrass you.

“Heejin—”

Both yours and Jimin’s voices ring out. And you suddenly realize the room is quiet. Much too quiet.

When you look around you see every single person in the room had their eyes on you, watching this whole drama unfold with raised eyebrows.

It’s completely and utterly mortifying.

You feel the sudden urge to bolt. To run away. But then you feel a warm hand wrap around your wrist.

It was Jimin’s.

“Heejin, calm down. No one is getting married. Y/N and I just kissed, ok? It was a new year’s kiss and nothing more. So let’s not make this awkward.”

Just a new year’s kiss. Right. There was no need for this to be anything more. You didn’t intend anything more anyway. Definitely not.

So why did his words leave you feeling disappointed?

At his explanation, the rumble in the room starts up again and people return to whatever inane conversations they were having before this surprise interruption.

Heejin doesn’t seem to buy it though.

“Just a new year’s kiss, huh? It sure didn’t look like a simple kiss to me but ok. Henry and I will return to not kissing in the bathroom and you two can continue not being super in love — sound good?”

You see Jimin raise his eyebrows at Heejin but she just grins at him and gives you a quick wink before grabbing onto some handsome guy’s arm to pull him away. So that’s what she’s been doing this whole time. Figures.

When you turn to Jimin, he is already looking at you.

He softly chuckles when you meet his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“She is impossible. But you already know that.”

You know he’s trying to break the tension. And you appreciate it. This is certainly not how you were expecting things to play out.

“Look, Jimin, I…”

I… what? What were you trying to say? You know you have to say something. To explain why you practically demanded he kiss you.

But what explanation is there? That you wanted to embarrass him? Well that didn’t work.

That maybe you enjoyed kissing him? No way, you could never say that. Yeah, you did enjoy it (ok, it might have been the best kiss you’ve ever had) but you can’t tell him that — could you?

Jimin continues to watch you closely, waiting for your next words.

“Um… I guess…”

Again you trail off, seconds feeling much longer as you try to force your brain to form at least one coherent sentence.

Still at a loss for words, you start to worry that kiss turned your brain into mush.

Jimin cuts in, sensing your discomfort.

“Y/N, it’s ok. You don’t have to explain anything. I’m starved. Should we see if the pizzas I ordered have arrived yet?”

Pizza??

Without thinking, your head bobs up and down excitedly and Jimin chuckles fondly, giving your hand a tight squeeze.

Hold on. He was still holding your hand?

You look down to see your fingers intertwined in his.

But he doesn’t seem to notice at all.

When did this happen?

He pulls you towards the kitchen and sure enough there are boxes of pizza neatly stacked on the counter.

“Ah, we’re the first ones here!”

Jimin grabs a few paper plates and places two cheese slices on your plate before piling two veggie slices on his. You’re surprised he remembers your pizza preferences.

You reach for the champagne bottle but he tuts your hand away.

“Are you sure, Y/N? I noticed you’ve already had a few glasses tonight. And we both know you’re a mean drunk. Let’s both have some grape juice, ok?”

He grins at you and you can only sigh in response. He’s right. You probably have had enough alcohol for the night.

As you two start digging in, you hear cheers erupt behind you as someone else has discovered the pizzas in the kitchen.

Jimin groans and goes to grab a few more cheese slices to pile onto your plate before a sea of grabby hands descend upon you, ravaging the half dozen boxes within mere seconds.

Jimin smiles at you and you both enjoy each other’s company for the rest of the night. Even in the chaos around you, your one-time tormentor somehow makes you feel like the only person in the room.

And you smile to yourself as you realize you no longer regret coming to this new year’s eve party. And something tells you this coming year is going to be a good one.

#jimin x reader #jimin angst #jimin fluff #jimin fanfic #jimin imagine #new year’s kiss #lilo fics

[taegularities]

which series/ one shot of yours that you’ve written is ur fav?

HELLOOO hmmmm. i'd say there are a couple! cmi is ofccc my baby, but!

my favourite series:

colour me in (jjk)

candles & flames (jjk)

my favourite one-shots:

tales of broken hearts (kth) (!!!!!!!!)

love me better (pjm)

silk & stones (kth)

stars behind waves (jjk)

if you read those, i hope you enjoy them… they carry the biggest pieces of my heart hehe 🥺🤍

#love questions like these #all those jk fics im sensing a pattern #notes for rid 🌹 #faiyh

[solarwynd]

I disagree a little with the assessment that ARMYs would automatically become JK's fanbase if the group is no more. His retail album sales figures aren't all that ahead of Jimin. His entire album is in English, he had crazy promo, from July we got almost non stop stuff till December, he had huge names he collab'd with and yeah with all that he did the best among the members. But comparing effort with outcome, his results don't look that great to me. If army were as enamoured with his music as they were with BTS' old albums like BE or MOTS:7 or LY, I think he would've done way better. He's still got two songs on TTH if you think about it and his streams are good don't get me wrong but his songs are still on the largest playlist on Spotify you know? It tips the scales.

The reason a lot of pjms feel like JK is favoured is because, the fact of it is, that a lot of armys don't like Jimin in particular so when we compare the way they act for Jimin versus the way the act for JK, we can clearly see a difference. But if Tae or Yoongi, who are in my opinion the two other army favourites, had gotten the same push as JK, they would've gotten the same level of support.

Anyway, in pure numbers it won't make a difference whether his results are due to Hybe or due to army. My only point is that if Hybe keeps investing so much in JK, I'm sure he'll continue to do well but he's never gonna reach BTS' level. They continue to pump money to keep him on all the big playlists to maintain this illusion that he's got ARMYs full support but in my opinion, that's all it is. An illusion.

Also this ask is getting too long but I also just want to bring up Tae. The most followers on IG, most fancam views and prior to solo era he was considered by some, including many armys, as the secret weapon since he was considered the most popular. But that didn't get him anywhere with layover (compared to Jimin and JK) and that's because his standing as the most popular member was partly illusion. If you looked under the hood it was the paid followers and views (not by him) or vpn voting and sales or multiple accounts and all that only works up to a limit. I'm just saying JK's strength is also partly illusion, constructed by the label (rather than fans which it was for Tae)

TGK are definitely the middle ground for armys, I agree. But out of the 3 of them, jk was always gonna have the best chance of suceeding. Armys don’t care for golden but they really don’t like layover. They take to yoongi better than joon or hobi, but the majority of the fandom still doesn’t like to stream rap music. Jk having palatable pop music was always gonna work in his favor over the other two. That’s why bang and scooter picked him because he’s the most agreeable member across the board.

And yes jk’s success thus far is mostly an illusion. One that they had to forge because the needed to devalue jimin. But like you said, it really isn’t all that impressive when you consider the effort they put into him. You look at the 16 versions worth of albums billboard reported that they put out to boost his sales yet he was only able to sell around 46k more than jimin who had 5 (a mini album at that). Like it’s very obvious what that reads as. 🥴

That “secret weapon” tagline armys had for th was embarrassing and came back to bite them in the ass. But they’ve always put so much stock in the superficial regarding that man and little else. You’ll see his stans fight this one sided battle with pjms because they’re still deeply bothered that jm pulled off the debut they expected th to do. They’ll cling to his popularity for dear life since that’s their safeguard and you can’t help but laugh because their only solace is that he’s more liked than jimin is. But does that mean much when it’s purely due to looks and out of obligation to do so because he’s one half of a ship? Not really.

[skyandpeople]

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[moonchild1]

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[mrs-monaghan]

okay so we been knew that jikook is real so let’s get that out of the way but

can we take it back to jk saying the j on his hand is for Jungkook?

anyone with half a brain cell (yes offence), can tell that was an omission. Old news I know, but bringing it back today because of the branding for Golden.

the way his name is signed: Jung Kook. again we been knew leaves a whole space. But he really emphasised that space, separating them like 2 words with a little motif between them. Jung and kook. J and K. There’s no lone J.

Jimin too, he’s no J. Even his stans are PJMs. His insta handle. JK’s titty balloons. And JK’s ring finger.

JM!

Periodt.

#jikook is real #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED] masterlist

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other.

and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

[ the sequel a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg is out as well! ]

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list of all chapters:

prologue | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 1.0 | 1.1 | 1.2 |  1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | epilogue

— word count: 49k

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, sexual tensiON, slowburning, mutual pining, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l

I don't wanna spoil too much, but all members play a role in this story!

— song recommendations/inspirations:

lana del rey - serial killer

jimin - like crazy

arctic monkeys - arabella

the last shadow puppets - pattern & used to be my girl

zayn - wrong (ft. kehlani) & borderz

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IDEA/STORY VERY LOOSELY INSPIRED BY MY LOVE FOR UNCHARTED 4, GANGSTER COMEDY FILMS AND MY FAVOURITE ANIME OTP.

PROTAGONISTS:

PARK JIMIN AS HIMSELF; CHEEKY MASTER THIEF / LADIES' MAN

KAT MCNAMARA AS ARABELLA VALENTINE; FEISTY THIEF & SPY / LOVER OF JEWELS

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.

DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))

DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC.

CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORIES AS WELL:

polaris ✨ bts • kth

private affair ✨ ksj

8 mile ✨ myg

lonely hearts club ✨ kth

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg

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[wegonbealright-09]

https://www.tumblr.com/wegonbealright-09/743365331883638784/why-do-kpopies-always-target-jm-unprovoked?source=share

Honestly it's just both his good and bad goes viral a lot and the encore went viral. Like Jennie from BP for instance. I'm not a fan at all but everyone knows she acted in the idol so that's an easy target. She also went viral for walking off during her performances as well a couple of times too. However I also know the song she did with the weekend is hot on the charts. I've even seen her come up once or twice in GP videos of those interview tiktoks where they ask who are some people's favourite rapper (though people made fun of her name being among people like Kanye and Eminem)

Take that versus someone like rose. I literally have no idea about anything good or bad she's done. So if a blink attacks your kpop group, who do you think is going to get all the vile comments - Jennie or Rose? Jennie obviously. But who's more famous and also loved among the two. Still Jennie. And is she becoming any less famous or loved just because people on X are wasting their time on her? Not really

It's not great that Jimin keeps getting involved in fanwars and that that encore video went viral for no reason but it unfortunately comes with the territory of being someone like Jimin who lives rent free in everyone's minds including his antis. It's like how BTS as a group would keep getting dragged by kpopies for random bs while they were coming up. You can't stop it happening. The only good thing is that pjms are getting so good at clapping back. I esp love it when they put so many of jimins other great performances and include the other persons faves doing terrible performances and drag them back viciously. No need to lost morals but we can comment on their faves mediocrity and do it with multiple clips not just one tired encore clip

So it's because he lives rent free in kpopies minds and because he's the biggest kpop solo artist ever, okay got it.