Cherry

Eat of my flesh, for it is sweet and tart, but leave my soul for it is hard and unpalatable.

This is a dark blog that includes dark themes and elements. My writing includes uncomfortable and hard to swallow topics. Proceed at your own discretion.

In other words.

Dead Dove, Do Not Eat.

if i could humbly request, what about a yoongi oneshot where we’re in the studio alone with him while he works on music? i really liked that last oneshot you wrote but ofc it’s up to you. probably would work with any of the other members too.

luv ya :3

Yayyy i’m so excited everyone is hyped for Jk!! and btw guys, little well kept secret…drumroll…..

it’s NOT a oneshot

I am turning it into a full length fic. 😛😛

The chapter i’m dropping soon (date still tba) is just the first of many 😉

The first full length will not be extremely long but longer than my one shots. I’d like to test the waters before I go all in. The story will be about the beginnings of their relationship and how they are where they are.

And revenge? Why would you want revenge when you love the way he hurts you? 😛

jokes, i’m not telling anything inin regard to plot/story line and as i’m still developing/working out the creases. Please keep in mind everyone that building these worlds takes a lot of time and a lot of creativity. Im creating an entire universe in my brain 🐺🐺

No, never and i promise its coming, trust im cooking rn ❤️

Please feel free to send asks for any members/scenarios while we wait for my no# 1.

Love yall

Oneshots

Business Deals

Drug Dealer Yoongi x Naive Reader

Yoongis driver has a car breakdown and can’t drop, Yoongi hates dropping. He only does it for big spenders so when he sees a small order for a girl he’s never heard of he can’t help but be intrigued.

Warnings - Non-con? More dub-con. Yoongi has a big cock and reader can barely take it. Boot humping? uhhh i think that’s it lmk if I missed anything!

“Are you fucking serious man? What do you mean he can’t drop?” Yoongi shakes his head and lets out a sigh before grabbing the large bag of weed off the counter.

“Nah man, you fucking owe me. You know I don’t drop.” The man on the phone drones on about making it up to him before Yoongi hangs up. Yoongi can’t stand doing drops, in fact his entire operation didn’t really do them, because of how much he hates them. But, when you have big buyers, loyal, big buyers sometimes you do what you hate to keep the customer happy.

Yoongi looks down at his phone when it buzzes, a list sent to him, including addresses and how much. He scans the list knowingly, all customers he knows off by heart, only to pause when he sees an unfamiliar name.

‘Y/N - 7g’

What the fuck? The rules are that you dont get a drop unless you buy big and you buy consistently, so why the fuck was his driver dropping 7g to some girl? Yoongi sighs and calls his driver.

“Jungkook, why the fuck are you dropping 7g to some bitch?”

“Listen, Yoongi, man, trust me. She’s like- stupid hot, unbelievably hot. And real sweet, a little dumb though, I can’t lie.”

“That still doesn’t explain why she’s getting 7g dropped.” Jungkook sighs on the other end of the line.

“Listen Yoongi, just do it, you’ll understand exactly why she gets 7g delivered when you see her.” Yoongi rolls his eyes and hangs up the phone not wanting to argue with him. He wishes he could say he isn't the least bit intrigued, that he's going to ignore her name and let Jungkook deal with it when his car is fixed, but he’d be lying.

He is intrigued, he wants to see if Jungkook has actually struck gold, or if he's just stupid and young and looking to score. He’ll go to her last, he doesn’t want to deal with that just yet.

—

It’s 11PM, usually Jungkook would have dropped to you by now, always there at 10PM on the dot. But Jungkook told you he wasn’t dropping today, his coworker was. So you sit patiently on the couch.

Your staring longingly at your pyjamas when you hear a knock on the door and you stand up quickly rushing to see who it is. You look through the peephole and smile when you see a guy with black hair, just what Jungkook said.

The door is pulled open quickly and a large smile is plastered on your face.

“Hi!” The man looks up and stares at you before running his eyes up and down tilting his head a little.

“Y/N?” You nod your head quickly, pulling the two twenty dollar notes from your back pocket and handing it to him. He looks at the notes and then looks up once again.

“Where’s the rest of it?” You pause and tilt your head eyebrows furrowing a little.

“But…Jungkook says its 40? Did you raise your prices?” The man snorts and shakes his head in disbelief.

“Fucking Jungkook, no, sweetheart, a 7 is not 40, its 80.” Yoongi crosses his arms and shakes his head. You pout and step back, holding the door open.

“Come in! I’ll go get my wallet and see if I have any more cash.” The man ponders for a moment before sighing and pulling out his car keys, hitting the lock button and stepping inside, slipping off his shoes at the door.

“I’m Y/N by the way, what's your name?”

“Agust D.” You nod and then pause. Shaking your head and giggling.

“Is that your fake name? So no one can report you?” Agust D doesn’t say anything, just stares at the room in, what appears to be disgust.

“It’s so…pink in here.” You smile and nod pushing him toward the couch.

“Here, sit down, I’m gonna go get my purse and I’ll be back.”

Agust D sits down and pulls out his phone bringing it to his ear as you scurry off to your bedroom in search of your wallet.

—-

“How many times have you given this girl 7g for 40 Jungkook?” Yoongi can practically see the wince on Jungkook's face through the phone line.

“I swear to fucking god Jungkook, if you’ve been giving out half price weed to this girl to get your dick sucked I’m going to be pissed.” Jungkook laughs through the phone line.

“Yoongi, I fucking wish, she’s never even let me in the damn house.” Yoongi looks around and sighs.

“You don’t want too man, it looks like a hello kitty store threw up in here. There's so much pink.”

“What the fuck?! Are you in her fucking house Yoongi?” Yoongi pulls the phone away from his ear, ignoring the yelling coming through the phone. He hears footsteps and brings the phone back up to his ear.

“Gotta go, she's coming back from her bedroom.” The line erupts with screaming before Yoongi hangs up, ignoring Jungkook in favour of the pretty girl coming around the corner.

Yoongi hated to admit Jungkook was right, but he was. Y/N is stupid hot, and apparently naive as anything, but Yoongi would find out tonight if that was true.

“So, have you slept with Jungkook?” Y/N stops and looks up from her purse at Yoongi shaking her head quickly, eyes wide as saucers.

“Ew, no! Why would I do that?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.

“Ew?” He watches as your face goes red, your eyes looking anywhere but him.

“Well, he’s not ew, I just- yuck, why would I have sex at all, especially with him you know? We’re friends.” Yoongi's brows furrow as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Why wouldn’t you have sex?” Your face is practically glowing with embarrassment as you shrug your shoulders.

“Well- it’s just- it’s not fun, or even really enjoyable you know? I’ve never really liked it.” Yoongi laughs and sits back against the couch. Fucking Jackpot. Yoongi has just found his newest conquest, thanks Jungkook.

—

“Come sit down, we’ll discuss payment.” You nod slowly before moving to sit down next to him squealing when he grapes your hips and sets you on his lap. His hands stay on your hips rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he puts his chin on your shoulder.

“Alright doll, how much you got?” You wiggle a little to get comfortable, face burning as you open the wallet pulling out two tens.

“I only have 60 all up, but I could go get cash out? There's an ATM down the street by the corner store?” Yoongi hums softly before shaking his head.

“I don’t know Doll, I got a lot more drops to do tonight I don’t think I have time.” You pout and bite your lip.

“That’s okay, I understand. I’ll get money out tomorrow and Jungkook can drop it to me then instead.” Yoongi tuts and shakes his head.

“What do you even want this for doll? Drugs are bad for you.” You shrug and go to move out of his lap stopping when he tightens his grip on you.

“I get nightmares, and insomnia, it helps me sleep.” Agust D nods and sighs.

“I mean, I don’t want to take this away from you and stop you from sleeping tonight doll, I mean we could…no nevermind.” You perk up and swivel in his lap to face him.

“We could do what? Just tell me. Please?” He grins and shrugs a little before his face gets serious again.

“I mean, look, I have to get something out of this right? And usually that’s money.” You nod quickly looking at him intently as you pay attention.

“Now if I’m not getting money, I have to get something else that benefits me, otherwise that's bad business, isn’t it doll?”

“Yes, that's bad business.” Yoongi nods and pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Good girl, now, there's only one thing at the moment that I need help with, which means there's only really one thing I can barter with for payment. You understand that right doll?” You nod quickly.

“Yes I understand that.” He hums and grabs your hand pulling it toward his thigh, rubbing the top of your hand with his thumb.

“Listen doll, this isn’t something I enjoy very much, but we gotta do it okay? For the sake of my business.”

“Yes, I don't want you to do bad business.” Agust D grins and brings his free hand up to poke your nose gently making you giggle a little.

“I knew you’d understand doll. So, you're gonna have to…make me feel good okay?” You frown a little, not quite understanding, but your mouth drops open when he slides your hand over the bulge in his pants.

“You want me too….but..?” Agust D frowns and nods his head.

“I know, I don’t like it either, but we have too, to make sure it’s good business right? I thought you understood that doll?” You frown but nod nonetheless. It makes sense, neither of you really wanted to do it, but you have too, for the sake of his business.

“Okay Agust D.” He bristles and shakes his head.

“Call me Yoongi, doll.” You nod and look down at your lap, twiddling your fingers.

“How should we do this?” Yoongi hums and lifts you up off his lap, standing you up in front of him.

“Well, first things first, I don’t want your pretty shirt to get dirty so you should take it off okay?” You bite your lip but nod slowly before lifting your shirt off bringing your arms up to cover the lacey pink bra you’re wearing. Yoongi shakes his head and leans forward pulling your arms down so he can see.

“Ypure gonna have to take this one off too doll, I don’t want to ruin something so pretty. Don’t be embarrassed, okay, it’s just business, remember?” You pause for a moment before slowly nodding, he’s right, it’s just business.

Your hands mice up to your bra clasp, unhooking it and slowly taking off your bra. You want to cover yourself up but stop when you remember what Yoongi said, it’s just business, it’s okay. Yoongi is a good guy, he’s just doing what he has to do for his business.

Yoongi's hands come up to your waist pulling you a step forward before he brings his hands up to your breasts, cupping them in his hands. His fingers find your nipples and tweak them, it hurts a little but you find yourself squeezing your legs together the sensation enjoyable in a way you didn’t expect.

“Just warming you up doll, don’t want you to be cold now that you’ve got nothing on.” Yoongi really was so sweet, you find yourself relaxing a little, knowing that he would take care of you.

“Okay, get on your knees, doll.” You drop down slowly, hesitantly reaching out to rest your hands on his knees. Yoongi smiles encouragingly as he reaches for his belt pulling it off slowly.

“Now doll, have you done this before?” You nod slowly, you have done it before, only once.

“Yes, just once, in highschool.” Yoongi nods and undoes his pants, pulling the zipper down before his hand comes the rest on your cheek stroking it softly.

“Well, all I want you to do is relax your throat okay? I’ll do all the work, okay doll?” You nod quickly with a smile coming to your face. He was so nice, you don’t even have to do anything really. You could keep yourself relaxed easily, especially with a sweet guy like him.

Yoongi pulls his pants down a little before pulling his dick out, you can’t help but look, your eyes widening and head slowly shaking.

“Yoongi- I don’t- I don’t think that’s going to fit.” Yoongi shushes you and shakes his head.

“Don’t worry doll, what did I say? Just relax and I’ll take care of everything.” You bite your lip before hesitantly nodding, forcing yourself to relax.

“Okay Yoongi, I will, I’ll relax.” Yoongi grins and moves his hand slowly up and down his huge, already hard cock. You take a deep breath before nodding and shuffling closer. Yoongi's free hand moves into your hair stroking softly before he grabs onto it tightly, pulling it a little. You wince and look up at his face.

“Yoongi, you're pulling my hair.” Yoongi just hums and grins before his hand tightens pulling even more and making you let out a little yelp. You gasp and jolt upwards when you feel something press against your pussy, looking down you see his shiny boot, he must have accidentally moved it there.

“Sit.” He demands it from you and you look up at him quickly, your eyes finding his and seeing a dark glint reflecting back at you.

“I can’t, your foot’s there.” Yoongi grins and nods.

“I know, I said sit. You need to do as I say doll, for the business.” You chew your lip before hesitantly sitting down, face burning when your crotch meets his boots, you’ve never really regretted wearing a skirt before, but today, you definitely do.

The gusset of your panties meets the top of his boot and pressure against your clit makes you bite your lip, trying not to react. You feel yourself getting a little wet and shame fills your entire body. Yoongi is here just trying to make sure his business doesn’t fail with bad deals, and here you are getting turned on.

You’re a sick pervert.

Yoongi's hand moves from your hair to your mouth, sticking his thumb into your mouth and forcing your jaw open as wide as it can. Once he's satisfied he pulls his thumb away and places his hand on the back of your head moving your face closer to his cock.

“Stay, and relax your throat.” You nod a little and hold your mouth open, looking up at him as he begins to push his cock into your mouth.

You really understand why he keeps telling you to relax, his cock is so big even the tip is enough to force your mouth as wide as possible. So wide, in fact, that it hurts. Yoongi hisses through his teeth as he pulls your hair harshly, making you wince. He uses your hair as a handle, forcing your head down further on his cock.

The tip of his cock works its way to the back of your throat and you gag a little before he retreats, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. This wasn’t so bad, if he stays like this you’re totally fine, it’s easy.

As you get used to his shallow thrusts you focus again on the feeling of his boot, his foot rocks a little with each thrust, pressing against your clit over and over and you can't help but whine a little, both in embarrassment at how wet you are, and how good it feels.

You look back at Yoongi, face burning with shame to see him grinning. He brings his other hand to your hair as well, pulling it into two pigtails. Yoongi lets out a little moan before he speaks again.

“Keep looking at me doll, don’t look away.” You make sure to do as you're told, staring into his pretty face as he moves. Your jaw is starting to get tired but seeing the red that creeps on his face and hearing the groan he lets out you focus on keeping your mouth open and throat relaxed. Encouraged by just his presence and reaction.

Yoongi's grip on your hair tightens and he pulls your head down lower forcing himself deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Tears spring to your eyes and you expect him to pull out only for him to push deeper, his cock working its way into your throat. Forcing it to mold to the shape of him. His large cock blocks off any chance of air and your eyes widen, tears starting to fall as he keeps pressing on, forcing his way in.

Your hands come to his legs smacking at his knees to try and get him out. You can't breathe, and you think you’re going to throw up. Yoongi doesn't stop. He grunts and pulls one hand from your hair, slapping you across the face and making your cheek burn.

“I told you to relax and do as you’re told doll, otherwise we’ll never get this over and done with.” Tears fall down your face as he pulls out suddenly a line of spit connecting you still as his cock is removed completely from your mouth. You cough when he's out, spluttering and getting spit all over yourself. It drips down your chin and onto your tits, the cold air hitting the spit and making it colder, your nipples hardening even more at the sensation.

“Yoongi, you can't go in that much! You- You hit me!” Yoongi rolls his eyes and grabs the back of your head forcing you forward again.

“Just relax, doll, and it won't be so bad. Do as you’re told and I won't have to hit you.” You sniffle and nod softly, eyes still shedding a few tears, you have to do this.

“Come on doll, you can do it, just be a good girl for me okay?” You look up at him before nodding slowly.

“Okay Yoongi, I’ll be good.”

“Atta girl.” Yoongi grins and pulls your mouth open again before shoving his cock back in, giving you no time to adjust before he forces his way down into your throat. Your jaw is burning, and you can't breathe, your face burning with a lack of oxygen as he forces his way in. Tears are dripping down your face, no doubt your makeup too as he presses even further in than last time.

“Fuck doll, your throats squeezing me so tight. Gonne force it into the shape of my fucking cock.” With those words Yoongi slams into you until his pelvis meets your nose. You make garbled noises around him, clawing at his thighs and trying to pull him off, unable too due to the strong hold he has on your head, keeping you in place.

He slowly pulls out a little before shoving back in, shallowly fucking your throat. His foot between your legs presses upwards, rubbing against your clit with a strong pressure. You try to sit up more, to get away from him, but his other foot moves to your thigh, holding you in place roughly to stop you moving while his other foot continues its assault on your clit.

Yoongi keeps thrusting even through your gags and tears. Even through you clawing at him and slapping him he doesn’t budge at all. His groans pick up, his head throwing back as his pretty lips form an ‘o’.

Your eyes squeeze shut as the pressure against your clit increases. Your orgasm comes over you fast and hard, washing over you and making you shudder. More tears and mascara running down your face.

The air runs out and your nails claw at him, leaving red angry marks over his thighs as you try to force him out of your throat, his thick seed forcing its way down your throat as you're left with no choice but to attempt to swallow around his cock. It doesn’t work, your hands slapping at him as you choke on his cock that stays still thrusting into your throat, albeit sloppily now. Yoongi's moans fill the air and he finally pulls out.

You cough as soon as you're free from his assault, cum and spit dripping down your chin and onto your breasts. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. You know that Yoongi said he didn’t want to do it, that it was only for the sake of business but you can’t help but feel used. Tears falling as you watch him sigh and stand up, tucking his dick away and pulling his pants up his thighs.

“Thanks Doll, you ever need a drop you message me directly, got it?” You nod slowly as he grabs an envelope and your lip liner from your table writing his number down. He then throws the weed onto the coffee table walking back and stopping in front of you. You look up at him from your spot on the floor, embarrassment and disgust filling you at your actions.

“You should shower, you're a mess.” Yoongi grins and grabs his phone taking a photo of you, the click of the camera making your tears fall freely. He laughs and shakes his head, boots echoing as he steps around you and outside the house, not even bothering to shut the door behind him as he leaves.

What have you done Y/N?

Soo…what do you think? I honestly can’t decide if i like this or not but beta reader says it’s good so here we are. Miss yall, bully JK is having some plot adjustments.

Hope yall enjoyed

I’m okay!

Sorry guys, I’ve been so busy with work and family commitments and problems so i’ve been a bit spread thing lately :/

However I have a oneshot hitting my page soon.

For those of you waiting on bully Jk please be patient with me i’m dealing with some serious issues with the plot that i’m unhappy with and beta reading.

TLDR

Everything is going to shit rn

Thank you for checking in my loves I promise I’m trying to be a good author for you guys but you guys know how life goes. 20s r not fun

BTS

Namjoon

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Oneshots

Drabbles

Bully!JK Part 1

Bully!JK Part 2

Bully!JK Part 3

Oneshots

Pay Attention

Oneshots

Mutt

Drabbles

Oneshots

Drabbles

Jimin x F!Reader (Dance partners)

Jimin got a new hair style, and even though he’s technically your boss, all you want to do is fuck him.

Warnings - Dom!Jimin, Sub!reader, Fingering, Unprotected sex, kind of dubcon? but only the cream pie. Slapping, choking, lots of slapping, degradation. Just nasty freak perv shit.

His hands are everywhere. Moving you, pulling you, pushing you, rubbing you, squeezing you. His scent consumes you, voice fills you with something absolutely unspeakable and his eyes trace your form, your posture, your everything. You know that it doesn’t mean anything, that he's only looking at you because he has too, it's just work.

Your body is hot under his, your eyes tracing the dips and features of his face, long, blond, hair tied back in a low ponytail. That’s what caused your reaction today. That stupid blond hair.

It was just supposed to be a normal dance practice, you’d been doing this for months now. You’re practically immune to the charms of the man in front of you. But ever since he walked in with that stupid blonde hair your panties have been damp and your thoughts anything but appropriate.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

“Y/N.” Your eyes flicker to his in the mirror as he taps your knee adjusting the positioning. Why did today have to be the day it was just you and him? You should have said you didn’t want to practice the dance break.

“Pay attention.” Your nod is quick and your smile strained as you turn back to his hands on your calf. squeezing lightly as he presses against it encouraging it to sit a touch more straight. Fingers squeezing your thigh, and your throat follows suit. Clamping shut and causing you to falter the position, dropping off of your tippy toes.

Jimin sighs and steps back shaking his head and pushing his bangs that didn't reach the ponytail out of his face. His hands come away from his face to squeeze the back of his neck and your eyes follow every movement. Enraptured by the vision that he is. He nods once and gestures to the floor.

“You’re stiff Y/N, too stiff. I’m going to stretch you out more.” His makes you swallow as your brain fills with images of him stretching you out in a completely different way. Your pussy responds just as much as your brain, a wave of wetness smothering your panties and forcing you to squeeze your legs shut.

“No, I’m fine really, I’m just- I’m not focused.” Jimin shakes his head disapprovingly.

“You are stiff, you're usually much more relaxed, more…moldable. Get on the floor, legs spread.” You don't want to tell him that the reason you're so stiff is because you can’t relax when he’s walking around looking like…that. So you decide the easier option is to just do as you're told.

You sit down quietly, avoiding eye contact as you spread your legs into a V formation. You try to calm your breathing and your heat rate as he keels behind you, but try as you might no breathing exercises help as his knees hit the floor behind you. He had helped you with stretches multiple times before and never before have you had this reaction. That stupid fucking hair is turning your brain to mush, he’s just too beautiful like this.

His hands come to your shoulders before one moves to the middle of your back pressing your upper body forward. Your back arches under his touch as he presses more forcing your chest to the floor, you turn your head to the side to avoid it being pushed onto the hard floor.

“Good job, go all the way.” You swallow as you feel your face tingling with heat, his words getting a reaction from you that you can only hope and pray he doesn’t notice.

What you don’t see in your position on the floor is the way Jimin's eyebrow raises as he presses his tongue against the side of his cheek, watching you with rapt interest. Observing not just your form, but the way your body reacts under his touch. His hand slides down your back to your lower spine, sitting just above your tailbone.

Jimin hums and removes his hand. ”Lay on your back for me.”

You clear your throat and pray to anyone who will listen for him to stop speaking this way. Every word that comes out of his mouth is twisted into something out of your deepest fantasies. Reluctantly you move, sitting up and scooting forward to get some space from him before laying on your back and staring at the mirrored ceiling, avoiding eye contact for the fear that he’ll see right through you and know exactly the thoughts that are running through your mind.

Watching through the mirror you watch him scoot forward and reach for your left leg. You feel his hand clasp around your ankle and slide upwards, swallowing and trying your best to ignore the way your face burns at the contact. His fingertips brush along the bare skin of your calf, goosebumps following in its wake. When his hand gets to the crook of your knee his grip is firm as he lifts your leg pushing your thigh towards your chest.

There's a small burn in your hamstring as he stretches you out, but the burn is forgotten when he moves your leg to rest over his shoulder, his two hands now moving to press against the back of your thigh, stretching your muscle as much as he can. His bangs fall forward into his face, slightly obscuring his eyes. You can see him in the mirror, the positioning of his body over yours leading to a much more sinful conjuring of thoughts in your mind. The ceiling mirror gives a glance into something you could only dream of.

Your head is swimming and so are your panties. Images of Jimin in this very position, grunting, moaning, panting. The thoughts flash through your mind in snippets of your imagination as if you're watching a movie.

‘...Y/N!” Your eyes snap to his face and heat burns through you. You clear your throat quietly and look at his face. He’s pissed. His eyebrows are pinched together and his lips set in a small frown as he shakes his head squeezing the back of your thigh with his hands still. You’e seen him give this look to the other dancers when they can’t get the movements just the way he likes it, but never have you been on the receiving end. Nor has it ever looked so…sinister.

“Pay attention Y/N. I'm sick of repeating myself. What’s gotten into you today?” You shake your head and purse your lips.

“No, it’s nothing.I’m just…in my head. Thinking.”Jimin shakes his head and his hands stay squeezing your thigh, pressing it into your chest. Burning your skin, even though the baggy cargo pans you’re wearing.

“Well what can I do to make you out of your head? Because your inability to pay attention and do as you're told is starting to get really frustrating.” You shake your head quickly trying to think of what to say. But what is there to say when your, basically boss, has turned your panties into a well and your mind into the dirtiest movie you’ve ever seen.

“No, really I’m fine, I’m fine- I’m paying attention now. I promise.” Jimin sighs and shakes his head, clearly still unhappy with you despite your promise.

“What are you thinking about?” Your whole body burns with embarrassment as you shake your head. His eyes are watching your face intently, as if trying to dissect you. You move to sit up wanting to put distance between you, unable to think when his hands are still on you. You pause and stop moving when his grip tightens on your thigh forcing you to endure. He moves even closer, his face now hovering over the top of yours as he speaks. Your eyes trace his face and the way his hair falls.

You stare at him, you know you are but you can’t help it. His hair frames his face in an almost angelic way, soft pillowy lips begging you to move forward, just a few centimetres and your lips would touch his.

“Why are you looking at me like that Y/N?” Your whole body tenses as you shake your head quickly, tilting your head to look at the mirrored ceiling once again and to hopefully hide your face from his piercing gaze.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” A hand grabs your chin roughly, firm pressure digging into your jaw as your head is manoeuvred back down so that you're looking up at him and him only. Your eyes are wide with shock at his touch, unable to believe that Jimin is touching you like this, and even though it hurts a little you find yourself enjoying it, in fact, you might enjoy it a little too much.

“Liar.” Your eyes widen as the grip on your jaw tightens ever so slightly. Jimin shakes his head and sighs., forcing your lips to take the shape of a pout.

“You’re lying to me Y/N.” He moves even closer, his hips now digging into the back of your leg that still sits over his shoulder, you can feel everything. His thick, powerful thighs pressing into you. Burning through your clothes and sending your pussy haywire. He moves his face closer, so close that you can feel his warm breath on your face, so close that you can smell the spearmint gum he always chews to avoid biting his lip.

“Tell me what’s stealing your attention Y/N. Is it a boy? Huh? Are you thinking about another man while I'm on top of you?” You try to speak only to be stopped by his grip on your jaw, lips smooshed together as he shakes his head at you once again.

“Do I have to fight for your attention? Is that it?” His grip on your face loosens but doesn't leave. Allowing you to speak once again.

“No, Jimin please, I’m sorry.” Jimins lips lift into a grin as he tilts his head ever so slightly to the right, his hair now brushing against your bare leg where your pants had ridden up your calf..

“If it's not another man then it must be me. Is it me Y/N?” Your mouth goes dry as you try to shake your head only to be stopped by his grip on your chin tightening. Your face is red hot with embarrassment as he licks his lips.

Jimin grins and leans even closer, his nose almost touching yours, your eyes meet and you can't look away, entrapped in the way he looks at you.

“You didn’t answer the question Y/N.” You go to speak only to be stopped by his hand squeezing harder. He laughs softly and pouts at you dramatically.

“What’s wrong Y/N? You can’t talk?” He hums and shakes his head mockingly.

“This is the first time today you’ve paid attention to me Y/N. Is this what I need to do from now on?” Your face burns with humiliation and his grip loosens ever so slightly.

“Please, I’m sorry!” He shakes his head and sighs before sitting back, still keeping one hand on your face, the other moving from the back of your thigh to your hip squeezing harshly.

“I think you need to be stretched out more Y/N.” You swallow and shake your head a little before he moves away completely.

“On your hands and knees, arch your back.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He waits, crossing his arms and watching. You don’t move, what is he doing? Is he…flirting? Have you officially lost your mind? Is your sick pervert brain twisting his words into something they’re not?

You hear it before you feel it, the sound of whooshing air and a loud slap.The burn on your face makes your eyes go wide and your mouth drop open.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You swallow and move slowly into position. Your hands are flat against the ground and legs together as you arch your back a little.

“You can do better.” Jimin shuffles forward and presses against your middle back, forcing your chest to the floor, your arms move to lay on the floor in front of you, legs automatically spreading apart to adjust to change in your position.

Jimin kneels behind you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. Squeezing gently before he slaps the outside of your thigh.

“What is it Y/N? The whole time we've worked together not once have you ever been so…affected by me. Frankly I was starting to get offended. So what’s thrown you off today?” He moves one of his hands to rub up your spine lifting your shirt along the way. Goosebumps break out along your skin following in his wake.

“Nothing Jimin, I'm sorry!” Jimin tuts and slaps the outside of your thigh again.

“I don’t like liars. They get punished.” You shake your head frantically. What the fuck is happening?! Never has Jimin been so…dominating. You want to stand up, tell him to go away and that he can’t put his hands on you like this. But the way your pussy drips at his treatment stops you, in fact, it begs for more.

“Your hair.” The words are whispered, barely audible, and he laughs. Squeezing your thigh before rubbing it gently.

“If I knew having long hair would get you riled up I would have done it a long time ago. But, you still need to be punished for not paying attention.” Your eyes widen and you try to lift your head only for his hand to reach into your hair twisting to get a grip before he pushes your face back onto the ground. Your cheek is smooshed against the floor as he tsk’s at you.

“I didn’t say you could move from your position did I?” A small whimper escapes you as his free hand moves from your thigh to the waist band of your pants yanking them down.

“I think the only way to get you to pay attention is to fulfill your sick little fantasies. Don’t you agree?” Your face burns and you whine at him, embarrassed that he can see so clearly through you.

“I-I don’t have any fantasies!” He slaps your ass hard enough to bruise causing you to yelp and jolt forward, only for the movement to be stopped halfway by his grip on your hair keeping you in place.

“I don’t like liars Y/N.” You sniffle and shake your head as much as his grip allows you.

“Okay! I won't lie! I promise!” Jimins hums and removes his hand from your hair.

“Stay.” The word is commanding and sends shivers down your spine, as well as shocks to your pussy. You don’t say anything and you don't move a muscle, fighting the urge to turn your head to look at him.

His hands come around to your ass grabbing your cheeks and spreading them. You burn with humiliation, even more so when you hear him laugh, his thumb coming to press against the gusset of your soaked panties.

“You sick pervert Y/N! I’ve been hitting you and you've soaked your panties. You're sick!” He laughs and slaps your ass before moving that hand to pull your panties to the side, his other hand holding you open still.

His thumb moves between your lips, rubbing your clit twice before sliding up to your hole. He presses his thumb inside before pulling it back out, laughing once again.

“Fuck I’ve dreamed about this Y/N. You never look twice at me, so fucking professional. It pisses me off.” His hand comes down and slaps your pussy. A yelp escapes you as tears spring into your eyes.

“Do you know how many people throw themself at me Y/N? I expected the same from you but you just ignored me, no matter what I did you were such a good girl, so good at your job.” He hums and brings his thumbs to either side of your pussy spreading your lips open and he whistles softly.

“So pretty, and so, so wet for me. You know, Joonie told me that I should leave you alone, that you’re clearly not interested, I’m glad I didn’t listen to him.” You squirm slightly, embarrassed and trying to move away from him, to hide yourself from his view.

“No, no, what did I tell you Y/N? Do I need to slap you again?” You freeze and clear your throat a little before speaking softly.

“N-no. No, I'll be good!”

“I know you will baby, I’m going to make sure you do.” His thumb presses into your pussy slowly and you can't help but clench around his finger. It’s nothing compared to what you need right now. His other hand moves from your behind to grab your hair, yanking you up so that you're sitting on his thumb, your neck bending so that you're staring at the ceiling, a whimper escaping your throat when you see the sinful positioning of Jimin and yourself in the mirrored ceiling.

His thumb curls inside you and you bite your lip, he then removes his thumb and replaces it with two fingers pushing his way into your body as a small moan leaves your lips. His fingers curl inside you, pressing against that spot that makes you clench around him and your stomach fills with butterflies at the feeling.

He laughs and pumps his fingers into you quickly, your mouth falling open as you moan loudly, unable to stop yourself.

“You really are a sick pervert Y/N. Letting your boss finger you in the practice room, the doors not even locked you sicko. Anyone could walk in here and see you dripping all over my fingers. You filthy whore.”

You try your best to shake your head, eyes darting to the door to see that it is indeed unlocked. Fear of getting caught fills you, but more than just fear, excitement. You can’t help but imagine someone catching you, walking to see Park Jimin fingering his dance partner.

A sick part of you wants it, wants to claim him in that way, show everyone that you’re the one that makes him act like this. Your thoughts send your pussy into overdrive, dripping even more and clenching around him.

“I can feel you fucking tightening up, you want to get caught don’t you? You slut.” His hand moves from your hair to your throat squeezing tightly and cutting off your oxygen. Your hands shoot up quickly grabbing at his arm desperately as tears fill your eyes, a cough trying to force its way out of your throat, stopped by the pressure he has on it.

Your hands claw at his, scratching your own throat along the way as black dots swim in your vision, eyes widening, mouth gaping like a fish out of water as you fight for breath. Your pussy tightening around him. Your brain fights with itself, desperately wanting air but loving the way he controls you.

He leans forward and licks your ear before letting go of your throat, the rush of air filling you with endorphins and an orgasm cresting quickly. It crashes into you like a tsunami, your body throws itself forward as you try to catch your breath, light headed and brain swimming in the rush of oxygen and your orgasm. You ass stays pressed against his lap, your hands pressed onto the ground as you pant, legs shaking and barely holding yourself up.

A loud laugh erupts behind you as Jimin pulls his fingers from you. Your body slumps as you finally catch your breath and he slaps your ass, sending you jolting forward.

“God, you’re fucking sick. I almost killed you! I’ve never seen someone stay awake that long while I’m choking them!” He reaches forward and grabs your hair pulling your head back and bringing his other hand to your mouth shoving his fingers in your mouth and hooking them into your cheek. He was fucking fish hooking you. You go to say something but you're unable to, his fingers, still covered in the wet from your pussy, press against your tongue forcing your mouth open even as a trickle of drool drops onto the ground.

His fingers stay there as his hand that was in your hair moves to press between your shoulder blades forcing you to arch more. He sits up on his knees and you feel the zipper of his pants open.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you aren’t you baby?” You sniffle and go to speak but it comes out garbled and illegible as more spit drips down your face.

“Yeah? I’m going to take that as a yes.” He laughs softly and you feel the tip of his cock press against your hole. Even with your orgasm you know it's going to stretch you to the brim.

Jimin lets out a hiss as he pushes forward before grunting. Your pussy clenches tightly around the tip of his dick, struggling to accommodate his size. He slaps the side of your thigh harshly and pulls at your cheek with his fingers pulling your head back a little more and forcing you to arch further.

“Fuckng relax or I won’t fit.” A whine escapes your open, drooling mouth as you try to force yourself to relax, the stretch burning as he tries to push himself in. He grunts and smacks you again before a muttering a small “Fuck it.” and he slams home, forcing his way into you, giving your body no choice but to stretch for him.

The burn is painful in the most delicious way, the tip of his dick slamming into your cervix and forcing a yelp from you. He moans and squeezes your hip with his free hand.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” You garble out nonsense as he starts to move. Your body is adjusting and welcoming him in. You can’t help but yelp every time he slams in, the head of his dick smacking your cervix in a way that makes you want to run away, genuinely unsure if our pussy can handle this abuse, but god it feels so good.

His hand hooks into your mouth further, forcing it open more and allowing for your garbled noses to come out even louder. You want to be quiet, you're trying so hard, but you just can't help it, Not when he smacks your cervix with every single thrust.

“I’ve never heard you make so much noise, always so quiet and focused, only speaking when you need to. Now look at you, my own personal slut, huh? You can only pay attention to me now.” He groans and thrusts faster, forcing you forward with each brutal smack of his hips.

“Say it. Say you're my little slut.” You wait a moment for him to move his fingers out of your mouth only to feel him slap your ass.

“Say it!” You realise then that he's not going to move his fingers and you try to speak, the words coming out garbled and ineligible as drool drips down your chin.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.” You whimper and try your best to speak again, yelping when he slaps you again. Frustrated tears well in your eyes, unable to give him what he wants.

“Say it!” You try to yell, your tongue rubbing along his fingers as your words come out slightly more legible than last time. More tears springing to your eyes sliding down your cheeks as he slams into you, slapping you yet again.

Jimin laughs and leans over your back, the change in positioning forcing his dick even further into you and making your eyes widen, pussy pulsing around him. He gasps mockingly and pulls his fingers out of your mouth.

“You should have just told me that you had something in your mouth! Then I wouldn't have had to hit you!” You whimper and try to suck the drool back into your mouth, tears falling down your face.

“I’m your slut!” Relief fills you as you finally get the words out and he moans rutting into you as he presses his hand between your shoulder blades forcing your chest to the floor.

“You on birth control?” You shake your head quickly, eyes widening as you try to lift your head and look back at him.

“No I’m-” His hand comes to the back of your head forcing it back down onto the ground.

“Good.” You try to shake your head, when that doesn't work you wiggle your hips trying to get away from him as his thrusts speed up and he moans loudly. He laughs and slaps the outside of your thigh once again before reaching his hand around to your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles against it.

“Just relax baby, gotta make you cum so that it’ll take.” You moan and try to argue, but you can't find it in you to speak, especially when his hand moves from the back of your head to your throat squeezing once again.

Black dots fill your vision quickly as Jimin lets out a string of curses, his thrusts getting sloppy. He releases your throat and the rush of air brings you to orgasm once again, squeezing around him and making hom falter. Your legs shake and you no longer hold your weight, he does. His hands hold your hips tightly, steadying you and you feel him cum inside you, pressed right against your cervix. His cum spills out in hot bursts, filling you up and settling into you.

Jimin pants and kisses the back of your neck, resting his head against your back and catching his breath for a moment before pulling out, his hands coming to spread your pussy open and he watches as his cum drips out of you and down your thighs.

He hums softly and reaches his fingers to your thigh, collecting the cum dripping down your thigh and dragging it back up, pushing it back inside before he pulls your panties up trapping his cum inside.

“Get up, we’re going home.” You sit up slowly, still dazed from the encounter as you pull your pants up, legs still shaking and lightheaded.

“What?”

“You’re my slut right? That means you're coming home with me.” Your mouth drops open and you shake your head quickly, wincing when the movement makes your head hurt due to the lack of oxygen you had.

“No-I only said that because-” Jimin laughs and grabs your face, squeezing harshly and shutting you up.

“Too late now baby. You’re mine now.”

You look up at him, and for a second you think he's joking, but the look in his eyes shows otherwise. You can't help but feel dread settle in your stomach. Right now you’re living the fantasy of millions, but the sinister look in his eyes does nothing but make you want to run as fast as your legs can carry you. What have you done?

Hey guys,

Did you miss me? I can’t get long hair Jimin out of my brain so I had to write something for him. Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten Bully!JK but I’ve got some more in the works while I finish it off. Feel free to drop any requests in my asks, love you and miss you all!