Pairing: Park Jimin - Reader
Summary: You're sitting at home, alone on Christmas Eve when the power goes out. A sudden frenzied knocking appears at your door. Perhaps you won't be spending the evening alone after all?
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The wind beat a steady rhythm against the side of the house, causing the roof to creak every now and then. You heaved a sigh before settling back into the couch cushions, a battery powered lamp on the coffee table and cup of lukewarm hot chocolate in your hands. It was warm a while ago- before your power went out. Christmas Eve and no power, figures. You spun the mug in your hands absentmindedly as you stared out the window into the dark. The entire neighborhood was without power, possibly parts of the city as well, and the energy company was saying it wouldnât be back on until tomorrow mid morning when, hopefully, the storm had calmed down. It wasnât even that bad of a storm! It had just been so damn cold the past week or two that the city couldnât keep up with the demands for gas and heat, so they had to cut the power for a while to make sure it wouldnât get completely used up. And it just so happened that your scheduled-but-not-really blackout was the night before Christmas. You sighed again, taking a sip of your drink and making a face at the slightly bitter flavor. Cold hot chocolate was so not as good as hot.
Well, maybe this wasnât an entirely bad thing? You had been procrastinating with a Netflix movie marathon instead of decorating or wrapping the last minute gifts sitting in your love seat, so maybe you could use this down time to get those done? You silently thanked your mother for getting you this lantern in the fall when your friends decided to drag you on a camping trip. She was always over protective and would be damned if she let her precious child go out into the dark woods without some kind of light source. Now the bright lamp filled your entire living room and kitchen with its white light, making it pretty easy to move around without issue. You dug around in the drawers for some scissors and tape then made your way back to the coffee table to start wrapping. Setting up some light background music on your phone, you pulled out the shirt you got for your best friend, giggling at it. He was a major math nerd and you had found a website with a ton of shirts with math related puns on them, so you knew youâd be in for a screech and a bear hug when he opened it.
Wrapping the shirt to the best of your abilities (âmaybe I should have just put it in a box?â you thought as you squished the lumpy package with your finger), you set it aside and pulled out the other gifts for your friends. You had only become friends recently, but you loved the guys dearly. They were a popular idol group in Korea and you had the pleasure of meeting them through one of their stylists that you befriended online through a mutual hair and makeup obsession. You couldnât help it! Those hair and makeup tutorials that always appeared on your Facebook wall looked so awesome, you HAD to try some of them out. And that led to asking random Internet strangers for help on what products were best, and how to achieve a certain look, and pretty soon you were chatting constantly with this cute girl from Korea. The two of you became fast friends and even video chatted a few times, which was hard due to the time difference. But she taught you Korean and you taught her English, and together with a bunch of hand signals and Google translate, you were able to understand each other. One day you lamented to her about not having any idea where you wanted to work after graduating college and she asked why not look around in Korea? Since you could speak the language all right and knew English, employers would no doubt be tripping over themselves to hire you! And loâ and behold, here you were. It wasnât easy adjusting to a new city, let alone a new country, but with her leading you, you got to know the customs pretty quick.
You smiled as you wrapped up a card game and some fuzzy gloves for Taehyung. Your friend had introduced you to the guys a couple weeks after you had settled in and you had practically fainted on the spot. Of course you knew she worked with them and she told you stories and you saw them from a distance a couple times when you went to meet her for lunch or after work, but nothing could prepare you for meeting them up close and personal. Namjoon actually reached out and placed a hand on your back to steady you when you first met and your knees went completely jelly. Can you say fangirl? Taehyung asking for a hug after meeting practically stopped your heart, and Hoesok was the absolute cutest as he smiled so bright at you in greeting.
Laughing to yourself, you pulled out a monogramed pillow for Yoongi- now there was a lackluster first meeting. Your friend introduced you to him and he looked you up and down, gave you a nod and a hello, then preceded to put his headphones back in. Looking back, youâre pretty glad he didnât make any kind of fake excitement out of it. Jungkook was all smiles and excitement, fully bowing to you when introduced and when he let slip a ânoonaâ later that day? Thank goodness you were sitting at the time or you might have gone down, cooing over his cuteness the entire way. You half expected Jimin to make some kind of move and be a sexy beast like the fanfictions like to portray him as (yeah you read the fanfics, no shame, ya?) but he was actually a blushing mess, bowing to you lightly and smiling the entire time. And Jin was every bit of sophisticated and poised as you expected him to be, welcoming you to the studio and offering to get you a drink.
You smiled at the memories as you wrapped up the last of Jinâs gifts, placing it on the pile on the couch with the rest of the teams. Only a couple more gifts to wrap before moving on to the last decorations for the house. Pulling another t-shirt out of the bag, you smiled at the daring print on it. Yes, Jimin would definitely like it. Or at least, you hoped he would. You bit your lip and hugged the shirt to your chest. This would be your first Christmas as a couple, and you wanted it to be perfect. You had asked Hoseok and Jungkook for ideas on what to get him, and they had some thoughts, but you were still unsure. It had started as just getting him one thing, then two, just in case he didnât really like the first, and now you had a small pile of things for him. God, you hoped they were ok.
Waves of doubt ran through you and you grunted in frustration and leaned back into the couch. Dating was too hard- feelings and shit. For a moment you wished you could be like Yoongi and pull what he did last year with the guys of just slapping a bow on your head and announcing that his presence was a gift enough. You chuckled⌠how would Jimin react if you did that, putting a bow on your head and announcing that you were his gift?
A blush raced across your face as you shot up from your lax position on the couch. Ok, that is NOT what you meant! A groan left your lips as you buried your face in your hands. Too many feelings for such a new relationship! You cared about Jimin, you really, really did, and after fawning over him as a fan for so long and then meeting him and having him be even better than you imagined, your heart was completely in tangles even though you had only been dating a couple months. He was just everything you wanted in a guy and a partner- charming, sweet, hilarious, always looking after your well being, still blushed when you held hands but wasnât afraid to swirl his tongue around in your mouth when rare moments of alone time came. He was stunning, a hard worker, had a gorgeous voice that never failed to dust your cheeks with pink when he called in the mornings or at night to wish you well when he couldnât in person- it just wasnât fair that a single person could be that wonderful.
Pulling your hands from you face, you wondered what he was up to right now. The guys were performing in some end of the year specials, werenât they? Yeah, until the first couple days of the New Year, they would be busy with those. You let out a sigh and pouted to yourself; you really wanted to give them their gifts on Christmas. But they had assured you that you would all have your own special Christmas when they got back. Glancing up at the dark tree, a smile lifted the corners of your lips as you thought about having a little party with just them and a couple of the staff. Maybe youâd have it in the studio? Or even at your apartment if there werenât going to be that many people. You laughed, thinking about the mayhem that would no doubt ensue if every one crowded into your place, as you got up from the couch to finish decorating, piling the wrapped presents under the tree. Some tinsel around the dining room chairs, a patterned table cloth for the table, setting out some cookies on a snowman plateâŚ
You had just finished stringing a sprig of mistletoe from the archway between your kitchen and living room when a knock sounded on you door, frantic and hurried. Cocking an eyebrow, you stepped off the chair and put it back in place, movements turning hurried with light panic as the knocking became more frequent and louder. Wrenching the door open in worry, you were met with the sight of a frazzled Jimin, coat slightly askew on his shoulders and breathing heavily.
âYour power is out!!â he cried as soon as you opened the door.
You stared at him in shock before laughing heartily, leaning against the door for support.
âItâs been out for over an hour! Jeez, you startled me though, knocking on my door like that!â
An embarrassed flush crossed his face as he huffed at you. âWell excuse me for being worried about my girlfriend!â He pushed past you into the still warm apartment (thank goodness for thick walls to keep the cold out even without power), shedding his coat and gloves on the couch. âWe were driving through town and I saw all the lights out! I couldnât get over here before now though, since they wanted to talk to us at the studio firstâŚâ
You crossed your arms and gave him a smirk, âawe, you were worried about little olâ me? Iâm touched. Were you worried Iâd be huddled in the corner, half frozen, without the power?â
Even in the dark of the room, the lantern cast enough light to show the blush present on his face darken as your words struck the truth. He sputtered a moment before turning away from you, shoving his hands in his pockets. You uncrossed your arms and quickly stepped over to him.
âThank you for worrying about me,â your voice was soft as you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck and taking in his scent. He stilled for a moment before turning in your arms, offering you a soft smile of his own before slipping his arms around your waist. You moved your arms to wrap around shoulders and pulled him in for a full hug. The two of you stayed like that for a minute, enjoying each otherâs warmth and company before you pulled back.
âHey, I donât mean this to sound bad or anything, but, how the heck are you here right now? Arenât you guys doing a TV special tomorrow??â
He laughed, âwe filmed that yesterday! And did a few re-takes today to make sure it was perfect. The studio is giving us tonight and all of tomorrow off to spend with friends and family if theyâre in town.â
Your lips formed an âoâ, eyes going wide, before a soft shriek left your lips and you pulled him to you again in glee. âThe entire day?! Thatâs amazing! Iâm so happy- you guys deserve the time off, even if itâs only one day, it is for Christmas!â
He tightened his grip around your waist and lifted you up, twirling you around as you let out a loud giggle. âYes! Itâs amazing; all the guys are super excited for it. Jin is probably at the store right now gathering everything for dinner tomorrow.â
You gasped and Jimin let you down, but didnât let go of you. âJinâs making dinner?!â
âAhh,,, wh-what is he making?â
âDid you want to come?â he grinned at you.
âWas it that obvious?â
âYouâre already drooling a little.â
You slapped his shoulder and quickly lifted a hand to your mouth. He laughed loudly that you fell for his prank and you slapped his shoulder again and huffed. His laughter subsided into chuckles as he rubbed his nose against yours in apology.
âYou can definitely come, no question.â
âGood! Thatâll be perfect since I can give everyone their gifts then!â
He pulled back and stared at you in wonder. âYou got us gifts?â
You laughed and nodded towards the tree, âof course I did! You guys are my best friends.â
Jimin stared at the presents in wonder, jaw going slack and eyes lighting up in excitement. You giggled at his reaction to the pile as he knelt down to look at them. He grinned looking at all the names of his brothers before jumping a bit, his head whipping back up to yours.
You nodded, tilting your head lightly in confusion. Did he think you wouldnât get him something?
âThis one has my name on it too.â
Your face turned in understanding- ahh you knew where this was going.
You shuffled your feet nervously on the carpet. You did get him a couple thingsâŚ
âOh man, this one too- thereâs so manyâŚ!â
He stared at the gifts a moment longer before setting them down, head turned away from you in silence. He stayed silent a minute longer before standing, his head cast down. When he finally spoke, his voice was a sad whisper.
âYou got me all this? Damn, I feel like a terrible boyfriend now.â
Your head shot up, eyes staring at him hard. âWhat?! Donât even say that, youâre amazing! Why would you say something like that?â
âYou got me all of this and I didnât do near as much.â He let out a sad laugh, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.
You quickly stepped up to him, hands pressing at his sides. âNo, no, no, itâs not like that. I only⌠I only got you so much because I had no idea what to get you. I was worried you wouldnât like one of them so I just kind of, kept going.â
His eyes widened in shock before a bark of laughter escaped him, arms wrapping tightly around your middle as he twirled you around again, a surprised shriek leaving your mouth.
âYouâre amazing, you know that? Thereâs no way I could ever not like something you picked out! After all, if my adorable girlfriend picked it out then it must be perfect!â
You blushed hard at his happy statement, his wide smile sending your heart into overdrive. You shoved at his shoulders to get out of his embrace, turning away towards the kitchen in embarrassment. He laughed at your actions, quickly grabbing you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder, refusing to let go as you squirmed. Letting out a breathy laugh and finally relenting to his affections, you turned in his embrace to hug him properly.
After a moment of comfortable silence with your foreheads pressed together, he leaned back and you opened your eyes to meet his, full of warmth and love for you.
âYou are really incredible, you know that? I couldnât ask for anyone better or more beautiful or thoughtful or stunning or just,â he let out a nervous chuckle, âyouâre just amazing, ok?â
You laughed and rubbed your nose against his. Behind his head, your watch beeped to announce midnight.
He leaned back to give you a look of confusion before glancing up. The sprig of mistletoe spun slightly in its place on the ceiling, illuminated by the lantern in the living room. He smiled then looked back at you, your lips meeting in a soft kiss.
You grinned against his mouth, pulling away to say something else, but lost the chance as he chased your lips with his own, pulling you back into the kiss. With an appreciative sigh, you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He responded by tentatively licking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you granted without hesitation. A soft groan left his throat at the feel of your tongue playing with his- it had been too long since he had had you all to himself. Just a few simple kisses had already left him feeling hot and needy, and his hands squeezed at your sides.
You pulled away from him, gasping for breath, as he pressed your foreheads together, breathing hard. His eyes opened, brown orbs swimming in warmth and lust, darkened but lit with a desire, his silent question hanging in the air as his eyes flitted between each of yours. You answered by sighing and leaning back into his embrace, lips capturing his once more. Pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth, you leaned back, and Jimin threw out his hand to the nearby wall to catch himself before losing balance trying to follow you. You snickered and he threw you a heated glare, the one arm around your waist easily shoving you against the wall. A puff of air left your lungs at the sudden movement, the breath getting stuck in your throat as he closed the distance between you, noses barely touching.
âBe more careful, if I tripped, I might have hurt you,â he growled.
A smirk flitted across your lips at the pain kink innuendo and tendrils of dark glee wafted through you as you heard Jiminâs breath hitch at the sight. With a purr, you snaked your hand up to his neck, fingers closing lightly around his throat. Under your grip you could feel his pulse quicken.
âThat might not have been such a bad thing~â
He gave an audible gulp, the hand next to your head curling into a fist. Jimin held your smirking gaze for a moment longer before a bright red blush flew across his face, a light âfuckâ leaving his mouth as he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate and needy kiss.
You pushed at his shoulders, âJiminie, less tongue.â
âFuck you! I canât even think straight when you say things like that,â he desperately buried his face in your neck, whining and dotting your shoulder with little kisses.
You laughed, guiding his face back to yours with a finger under his chin. A deep and possessive kiss left him like jelly against you, a hand delving into his thick hair to tilt his head as you liked it. A broken moan left his lips as you gently raised a thigh between his, rubbing him slightly. He pressed you into the wall harder, a muttered, âMerry Christmas to meâ leaving him before his hands drifted to your ass, pressing them hard against him.
A startled gasp left you, breaking the kiss, and Jimin took the opportunity to move down to your neck again, kissing the exposed skin. A moan left you as he kissed the junction between your neck and shoulder, the moan growing louder as he sucked on it harder. You gripped his hair hard and brought his mouth back to yours before pulling away.
âCan we move into the living room? Or bedroom? Or, fuck, anywhere? Couch, table, bed, just not against the wall.â
He smirked, â What, not into the wall sex? You know I could easily hold you up.â
You grinned and nipped at his bottom lip. âYeah, but what if I want to dominate you? Itâs a little harder when youâre pressed against the wall.â
His eyes widened as red once more dusted his cheeks. âB-bed is good, letâs go do that.â
You laughed as he grabbed your hand, practically running through your dark apartment. The door to your bedroom shut tight and you shivered a little, the chill of the night finally taken presence in your power-less house. Noticing your shiver, Jimin moved over to you, hands rubbing your arms. The moonlight drifting in through the window illuminated his features, eyebrows furrowed in worry. You smiled up at him sweetly, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. How funny that the mood could change so quickly from a flurried, passionate rush, to this soft caring. But with Jimin, it came as no surprise; he was always worried about your well-being first and foremost. You pulled him against you with a hand at his waist; mouths caught in a dance once more, though this one slower and more intimate than the last.
Content with the show of sweet emotions and eager to move on, you played with the edge of his pants before sliding a hand into them. Jimin let out a loud moan as you made contact with his member, fingers curling around him. You pumped him a few times, heavy breaths leaving him and his hands found purchase on your hips. He pressed a few kisses to your neck and jaw, trying to return the affection as his hips began to spasm. You pulled your hand from his boxers and shoved at his shoulders, a loud yelp leaving him as he bounced onto the bed.
With a sly smirk, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt with both hands and peeled it off in a fluid motion. Jiminâs eyes followed it as you let it drop to the floor before snapping back to yours. With a flip of your hair, you reached behind your back to undo your bra, sliding the straps down your arms and relishing in the way Jiminâs eyes followed your every movement, teeth capturing his bottom lip. Dropping your bra onto the floor as well, you slid onto the bed on your hands and knees, following Jimin as he backed up to give you more room. Hovering over him, you straddled his hips and slid your hands up his torso, pushing up his shirt.
He let out a sigh and dropped his head back, muscles twitching lightly as your fingernails dragged on his skin. You kissed his stomach and chest as you pushed his shirt up so agonizingly slow and he eagerly lifted up his shoulders to fully take the shirt off. You immediately attacked his collar with bruising kisses, hands squeezing and pressing at his sides. A series of gasps and moans left him as you kissed his body, fingers toying at the edge of his pants again.
With a weak whisper of your name, you took pity on him and slid his pants and boxers down slowly, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. You kissed his inner thigh, fingers tracing patterns on his hips, before swirling your tongue around the tip of his member. His head flew back against the pillows, hands gripping the blankets tightly as heavy moans left his throat. Gently bobbing your head, you worked him into a flushed and writhing mess, one of his hands coming up to tangle in your hair. With soft whimpers, he pulled you off of his cock with a pop, dragging you back up to his mouth, not even the slightest hesitation in kissing you like his life depended on it.
One arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he switched your positions, settling himself between your legs as your thighs tightened around him. Calloused hands soothed down your body as he left open mouthed kisses along your collarbone, taking a nipple between his teeth. One of his hands came up to knead at the other breast as his sinful tongue swirled and flicked the pert bud, your chest heaving slightly as you tried to hold back your moans. He glanced up at your face, twisted in arousal, and let one hand drop to grip your thigh. Your eyes flew open and met his, nodding heavily when he thumbed at the edge of your pajama bottoms. With a quick movement, he pulled them and your underwear down your legs and dropped them onto the floor.
Ever so slowly, he kissed up your leg, hands sliding along the blanket and cupping your leg to his mouth. You sighed out as he kissed your inner thigh as you did him before he waggled his eyebrows at you and pressed his mouth to your clit, sucking hard. Not expecting the sudden movement, you gasped, back arching high as your head flew back. He offered no teasing as he pressed his tongue against you, too desperate himself to want to prolong the foreplay. He was way too hard and you were way too wet and it had been way too long and he needed you already, dammit.
He kissed quickly up your torso as your body quivered and spasmed beneath him, and you breathed out a hurried, âcondoms, t-top drawerâ, gesturing to the dresser. Jimin left you for approximately 7.3 seconds before returning to his spot between your legs. Too high on lust for the gorgeous boy above you, you didnât bother to ask or tease him in how he managed to get the wrapper open and condom on that fast and pulled him in for a kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
With a sigh and moan, he pressed into you slowly, head buried in your neck as he slowly filled you. His hips moved in light, soft thrusts as he pressed into you, giving your body time to stretch to him. Your hands grasped at his back, fingernails leaving red lines across it as he filled you completely, a gasp leaving your throat.
He called out your name in a low cry, hips starting a steady movement against yours. You rocked against him, his name leaving you in soft gasps, your skin scraping against each other, creating a delicious friction. You moaned loudly as your stomach twisted in knots, the heated pressure beginning to harden in your core. The sound Jimin made when you thrust up hard into him had you quivering and arching in his hold, his hands curling around your lifted back to find a new angle. His thrusts started to become sloppy as he reached his peak, one hand coming down to press at your sensitive bundle of nerves, determined to take you over the edge with him.
Your walls tighten around him as the knot in your stomach snaps, your body writhing as his name leaves your lips in a broken cry. His body faltered and twitched as he hit his peak, orgasm rocking his body as you pull him to you hard. He moaned your name into your hair as you hold him to you, body moving lightly against yours as he rode out his high.
Breathing heavily, you felt him grin against your neck and you let out an airy laugh. He hummed and slid his arms around you, relishing in the after glow and not bothering to pull himself out of you for the moment.
A pleasant silence fell upon the two of you, the wind knocking against the walls the only sound. You carded your fingers through Jiminâs sweaty hair and he murmured praise and something that sounded like, âbest welcome home present everâ, against your skin. Finally moving and climbing off of you to throw away the condom, you moaned as he pulled out, a sound that he returned after seeing your face contorted in the last remnants of pleasure. You wiggled under the blankets as he pulled them back from the bed and climbed under them, quickly pressing yourself into his side as he wrapped an arm around you.
Pillow talk was short and sweet, the two of you preferring to enjoy the silence of each otherâs company after the late nightâs activities. There would be plenty of time tomorrow to hear about his trips and catch up anyways. Jimin fell into an easy sleep and you listened to his heartbeat for a while.
A grin spread across your lips as you thought back to your musings earlier. Turns out you really could have just stuck a bow to your head and called yourself his gift. He sure seemed to like it, after all.
