PRIVATE LESSON
→ Pairing: Jimin x reader (female) → AUs: non-idol, one-shot -> Genres: tutor x student → Warnings(s): pure smut, +21, NSFW, smut, oral sex ( f&m ) begging, switchy, slightly mutual masturbation, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, squirting, overwhelming, overstimulation and probably more. → Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.) → Word count: 11.7K
"Give me an answer now." Jimin’s voice startles me out of my reverie.
You turn a few degrees in my chair to meet his eye. “Hm?”
“You're not listening again." he clarifies. "Dude. You're paying me to help you with math, but you're not listening to me."
"Oh. Yeah, uh, sorry." you rub my eyes, exhaustion seeping into your words. "I've just been... really tired lately. Can you repeat the question?"
Jimin studies you for a moment, taking in your weary expression. "Yeah. I can see that." he comments, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. "Maybe you should get some rest, dude. You're starting to look like a zombie."
Jimin tilts his head, tossing his pencil onto the textbook with a playful clatter. "You know what? Forget math for tonight. Let's do something more fun."
You raise a brow at the sudden suggestion. "Fun? Like what?" you ask, curiosity piqued despite your tired state.
Jimin grins, the mischievous glint in his eyes evident even under the harsh glare of the studio's fluorescent lights. "Something that doesn't involve equations or formulas. Come on, you need a break, man." He stands from his seat and strides over to the mini-fridge in the corner.
He pulls out two cans of beer with a dramatic flourish and tosses one your way, you barely catch it, nearly fumbling it in your exhaustion. "Movie night."
Jimin plops down onto the couch and pats the space beside him, waiting for you to join him. "Grab your pillows and blankets. We're settling in here for a while. No arguing."
You sigh, knowing there's no point in resisting. Jimin is stubborn when he sets his mind on something, and you're too exhausted to argue. Gathering some pillows and blankets, you join him on the couch. "Come here." he murmured.
You settle in next to him, the weight of your fatigue even more evident as you lean against his side, head resting on his shoulder. Jimin pulls the blanket over both of you, adjusting his position to make you comfortable. He picks up the remote and starts browsing through movie options. "Any preferences for what we watch?" he asks, eyes flitting across the screen.
You shake your head, too tired to even think about the movie. Your eyes start to droop shut, the warmth and comfort of Jimin's presence lulling you into a state of relaxation. He notices your exhaustion and chuckles softly.
"You're practically falling asleep on me already." Jimin comments, a warm smile in his voice. "You really need the rest, huh?" He starts petting your hair, his fingers gently running through the strands.
The gentle touch of his hand is soothing, making it even harder for you to resist drifting off. You let out a soft sigh, melting further into his side.
Jimin pauses his search momentarily, glancing down at you. He notices the way your breathing starts to slow, a sure sign that you're on the brink of sleep. His hand continues its gentle motions in your hair.
"You can sleep, you know." Jimin's voice is unusually soft, lacking the usual playful edge. "I'll be right here when you wake up, baby."
Jimin smiles as he feels your breathing even out against him. He quietly mutes the TV, not wanting to disturb you, and adjusts the blanket to tuck you in more securely. With one arm still wrapped around you, he reaches for his phone with the other hand to check messages.
As he scrolls through his notifications, Namjoon steals occasional glances at you. The exhaustion lines on your face have eased slightly in your sleep, making you look almost angelic. He gently brushes some hair away from your face, his touch featherlight.
Jimin takes a small moment to admire you. He's used to seeing you wide awake and determined, the focused math-tutor. But now, asleep and relaxed in his arms, you look fragile and almost vulnerable.
Jimin's smile softens as he sets his phone aside and leans back against the couch. He pulls you a little closer, relishing the way you unconsciously seek out his warmth. Jimin continues stroking your hair in a slow, steady rhythm, his gaze drifting between you and the silent movie screen.
Jimin feels you stir slightly in your sleep, a small murmur escaping your lips as you nuzzle deeper into the warmth of his shoulder. He chuckles under his breath, carefully adjusting the blanket again before whispering,
"Shh, shh.. Just sleep." Jimin murmurs. He presses a feather-light kiss to the top of your head.
Jimin finds himself surprisingly content in this moment. It's a rare quiet moment between the two of you, without the usual banter or math equations to distract them. He keeps watch over you, his arm wrapped protectively around your form, as the silence in the room is only disrupted by the soft sound of his breathing and the occasional rustling of fabric.
Time seems to stretch out and compress in those quiet moments. Jimin loses track of how long he stays like that, with you safe and warm in his arms. He occasionally checks his phone, replies to a message or two from his friends.
Jimin finds himself stealing glances at your face again and again. The stress and fatigue that usually etched on your features have completely smoothed over in your sleep, making you look younger and more relaxed. He gently traces the line of your jaw with a fingertip, feeling the soft skin beneath his touch. "Oh fuck.. You are so beautiful." he whispered.
Jimin can't help but admire how well you fit against him. Despite your smaller frame, you manage to fit perfectly into the crook of his arm, as if you were made to tuck right into his side.
He continues to watch you sleep, a warm feeling blooming in his chest.
Jimin notices you shifting slightly against him, your breath hitching for a brief moment before settling again. He gently tightens his arm around you, pressing another soft kiss to your temple.
"You're okay baby," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.
next morning.
Jimin's eyes flutter open, adjusting to the brightness. He feels a weight against his chest and looks down to find you still fast asleep, tucked comfortably against him on the couch.
A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he takes in the sight of you, face peaceful and relaxed in sleep. Jimin realizes that at some point during the night, he had fallen asleep as well, his arms still wrapped protectively around you.
He takes a moment to just watch you sleep, the rise and fall of your breathing. His hand moves automatically to brush away a strand of hair that has fallen over your face.
Jimin's gaze softens, the early morning light casting a gentle glow on your features. He takes in every small detail, the flutter of your eyelashes, the slight part of your lips. This is a side of you he rarely gets to see, and he relishes it.
He lets out a sigh, his thumb gently brushing against the curve of your cheek. He leans in slowly and kisses your on the lips.
Jimin pulls back slightly, his lips still hovering just inches from yours as his eyes slowly open. There's a soft, almost bewildered expression on his face like he can't quite believe he just did that.
Your eyelashes flutter as consciousness begins to tug you awake, lips tingling faintly from the ghost of his touch.
Jimin's heart hammers in his chest as he watches you stir, his entire body tensing in anticipation. Your eyes slowly open, still hazy with sleep, and focus blearily on his face hovering so close to yours.
"Morning.." you murmur, voice rough with sleep.
Jimin's breath catches in his throat as he hears the sound of your groggy morning greeting. It takes him a moment to find his voice.
"Morning.." he manages to reply, his voice deeper than usual. He remains frozen in place, his hand still gently cupping your face.
You blink a few times, the remnants of sleep slowly fading away as you fully register the situation, Jimin still holding you close, his thumb lightly stroking your skin. There's a beat of silence, neither of you quite sure how to address the sudden intimacy.
Jimin exhales shakily, his fingers trembling slightly where they still cradle your face. The way the morning light catches in your sleep-warm eyes makes his chest ache.
"...So." He swallows hard, voice barely above a whisper. "We should probably—" Jimin closes the distance again, kissing you properly this time, slow, searching, impossibly tender.
You feel your entire body reacting to the kiss, your heart rate quickening, a sudden, heady flutter of butterflies in your stomach. You let out a soft sound of surprise, but it's quickly smothered by his lips.
You find yourself pressing closer to him, your hand coming up to grip the front of his shirt, as if seeking anchor. The kiss deepens, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck.
Jimin's thoughts seem to melt away beneath the heated rush of sensation, his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls you closer, shifting his position so you're practically perched in his lap.
It's intoxicating, the taste of you, the solidity of your body against his, the way you're making those small, needy sounds.
The world around you seems to fade into insignificance as all your senses zero in on the feeling of his body against yours. You can feel the heat of his skin through the thin material of his T-shirt, the way his fingers grip your hips possessively.
Jimin breaks away for a moment, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He presses his forehead against yours, his voice raspy. "Fuck..."
"Yeah.." you manage to whisper back, your own breath hitching at the roughness of his tone. Your fingers trail up his neck to brush against the underside of his jaw, feeling the stubble there.
Jimin shudders at the touch, his brown eyes darkening. His hands slide down your back, fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt before slipping beneath it to trail up the bare skin.
He swallows your gasp in another kiss, this one rougher, hungrier. His hands move to cup your butt, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the evidence of his desire harden beneath you.
The sudden friction has heat pooling in your stomach, and you can't help but grind against him in response. The low groan that escapes from Jimin goes straight to your core, making you shiver.
Your hands fumble at the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to pull it off. You need to feel him, without the barrier of clothes between you.
Jimin helps you shed his shirt, tossing it aside without a care. The sight of him, tanned and muscled, with a smattering of tattoos on his right ribcage, is enough to make your mouth go dry.
"So sexy." you whispered.
Jimin's ego inflates a little at your words, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "Yeah?" he replies, his hands roaming up to the curve of your waist. His grip is almost possessively tight, as if trying to hold onto the moment.
His fingers slide beneath the hem of your shirt, pushing it up to reveal more of your flushed skin. "This needs to come off, baby." he murmured, voice thick with need.
A shiver runs down your spine at the command, and you obey wordlessly, raising your arms to help him pull the shirt off.
You're left in just your underwear suddenly feeling incredibly exposed under his heated gaze. Your breath hitches as he looks you up and down, his eyes dark with obvious hunger.
Jimin's fingers trail up the inside of your thigh, coming to rest on the waistband of your panties. His gaze flicks up to meet yours, a question in his eyes.
"You're wet." he murmured, his blunt words making you squirm. His finger lightly brushes against your clit through the thin material, and you let out a strangled moan.
"Yeah?" you managed to pant. "You're one to talk."
Jimin lets out a low, husky laugh at your retort, the cocky smirk never leaving his face. "Touché." he murmured, his thumb hooking into your panties, he slides them down your legs, discarding them on the floor.
Your breath catches as his hands spread your legs further apart, putting you on display for him.
"Wow.." Jimin replied, the edge of amusement in his voice doing little to distract from the hot intensity in his eyes.
His hand slides up to your hips, holding you still. He watches you closely, eyes darkening with desire as you reach down, fingers circling your clit. "Fuck."
There's something incredibly erotic about watching Jimin get off by watching you, the way his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. You keep up the pace, eyes locked on his. His pupils are dilated, pupils dark and blown out by pure lust.
His hand moved to the waistband of his sweatpants. He pauses for a moment, as if putting on a show for you, before pushing them down just enough to free himself.
He's hard and leaking already, the tip an angry red. His hand wraps around his length, giving it a slow, firm stroke. "This is what you want, baby?" he murmured, voice hoarse.
You moaned at the sight, your fingers moving even faster against your clit. You were a mess already, and knowing that Jimin was just as affected was turning you on even more. Your hips bucked slightly as you chased your pleasure.
"Look at you." you managed to say, your eyes raking over his body. "You're so big. Look at how hard you are for me."
His hand moved faster on his cock, matching your pace. Jimin's breathing hitched at your words, his grip on himself tightening. "Yeah." he groaned, his head falling back slightly against the couch. "You're so damn sexy right now."
His eyes flicked back open, meeting yours. He looked wrecked already, his hair tousled and his chest heaving.
"Come here." you murmured.
You slid off the couch, landing on your knees between his legs. Your hands replaced his, taking over the task of stroking him. Jimin's hands gripped the couch cushions tightly, his eyes locked on you.
"Oh, baby.." he moaned, his voice barely audible. "You look so good down there."
You moaned at his words, your hands picking up the pace on his cock. You were desperate for more, your own pleasure still coiling tightly in your stomach.
You leaned in, pressing your tongue against the underside of his head, lapping up the precum. Jimin let a strangled curse, his hips pushing up instinctively.
"Jesus.." he gasped. His hands threaded through your hair, fingers gripping the locks. His grip was just this side of painful, but it only heightened the pleasure coursing through your body.
You moaned against his cock, taking him further into your mouth, sliding your tongue along the vein running along the underside. His hips bucked involuntarily, his breathing coming in short, uneven pants.
"No hands baby." you murmured.
Jimin obeyed, his hands falling to his sides and clenching convulsively against the cushions. He watched you through heavily hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You took him deeper, flattening your tongue against the underside.
His fingers clenched and unclenched as he struggled to keep himself still, his body trembling with the effort. The sight of him so undone made your heart race even faster.
You set a steady rhythm, bobbing your head up and down his length. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his eyes never leaving your face. "That's it, baby," he groaned.
You moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. Your hand moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently. His hips twitched, trying to thrust up into your mouth, but you held him there, keeping him still.
He let out a low, strangled moan, his head falling back against the couch. His fingers twisted in the fabric of the cushion, seeking some semblance of control.
"Please.." he panted. "Please, baby." The plea was so needy, so unlike him, that it went straight to your core.
You hummed around him, hollowing your cheeks as you took him even deeper. Your tongue traced swirling patterns along his length, your hands still working his balls.
His breaths were uneven and uneven, filling the room. His hands twisted in the fabric of the couch, fingers gripping the cushion so tightly they were almost white. There was something incredibly hot about having him at your mercy like this, trembling and undone, the usually confident Jimin falling to pieces under your touch.
Your free hand gripped his thigh, nails digging into the flesh just enough to leave indents. His legs twitched at the sensation, hips attempting to arch off the couch, but you held him still.
His curses were becoming less coherent, his voice cracking as the pleasure started to coil tighter in your stomach. He was close, you could tell by the way his whole body was tensing up. "Jimin," you murmured, pulling off just long enough to speak. "Look at me."
Your command cut through the haze of pleasure that clouded his thoughts. Jimin's eyes flickered open, and his gaze zeroed in on you. He looked wrecked, his chest heaving, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.
"Don't stop." he hissed, his hands leaving the cushion to grip your shoulders. "Don't you dare stop."
There was a wild look in his eyes, a vulnerability that he rarely showed. It made you want to take care of him, drive him crazy with pleasure and leave him wrecked.
You moaned around him, your hand still working his balls, and then you did something you knew he couldn't handle. You looked up at him, licked his balls.
Jimin's reaction was immediate. He cursed loudly, his grip on your shoulders tightening. His whole body went taut, his back arching off the couch.
"Oh, god." he gasped, his head falling back against the couch. "Oh, Christ."
Your tongue swirled around his balls, your fingers still working his length. His thighs were trembling around you, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Each sound he made set your skin on fire, adding to the coil of pleasure in your core.
"Baby." he groaned, his voice rougher than he'd ever heard it. "You have to stop. Otherwise I won't- I won't last."
You could feel how close he was; his hips were twitching, his whole body taut. You could taste the salty precum leaking out of him. You could stop right now, edge him until he begged, but you were too caught up in the moment, too close to the edge yourself. You moaned around his balls, your hands picking up the pace.
"Please." he panted, his fingers digging into your shoulders. "Please, please, please."
His plea was your undoing. You could feel him unraveling beneath you, his control slipping away more and more with every passing second. His legs were shaking uncontrollably now, toes curling against the floor.
You took him back into your mouth, still stroking his balls with your hands. His fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place.
"Jesus. Oh, fuuuck." he babbled, his eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, oh, oh... I'm so close. I'm so- I'm gonna-"
His words dissolved into a jumbled mess of curses and moans, his hips bucking up against your mouth. He was so close, teetering on the edge, but you weren't done with him yet.
You pulled back from his balls, replacing your mouth with your hand. You kept your eyes fixed on him, watching his face contort with pleasure. "Look at me." you murmured, your hand sliding up his length. Jimin's eyes snapped open, locking onto yours.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with pleasure. His mouth was parted, breaths coming in sharp gasps.
"I'm going to--" he choked out, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Oh, god, baby...."
His voice was almost begging, wrecked by the pleasure your mouth had given him.
"Come for me." you whispered, your hand squeezing him just right. "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you."
Your words were what did him in. His head fell back against the couch, his fingers twisting tightly in your hair, as he came undone. The moan that escaped him was a broken, guttural sound, almost animalistic. His body convulsed as he climaxed, his grip on your hair verging on painful. You swallowed everything he gave, your hands still milking his cock, prolonging his orgasm.
His body finally sagged against the couch, his fingers slowly untangling from your hair. He was a mess, covered in a sheen of sweat, his chest heaving with effort.
"Jesus Christ.." he panted, voice hoarse. "You are something else."
You pulled off of him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You sat back on your heels, feeling a mixture of smug satisfaction and exhaustion.
Jimin looked absolutely ruined, sprawled out on the couch with his chest still rising and falling heavily. He cracked one eye open to look at you, a lazy grin spreading across his face.
"Come up here." he murmured, reaching out a hand towards you.
You stood up on wobbly legs and crawled onto the couch, settling into the space between his legs. He immediately pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.
"You are... something else." he repeated, voice muffled against your hair. "Oh fuck me."
His arms tightened around you, holding you close. His skin was still warm and damp from exertion, but he felt solid and comforting under your hands. You ran your fingers through his sweat-damp hair, feeling the rhythm of his heart slowing under your ear.
"That good, huh?" you mumbled with a tired smirk.
Jimin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"Fuck you." he said good-naturedly. "You did not just do that. To me. I think I saw God for a second there."
You let out a tired laugh, burrowing further into his chest. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back, the gesture almost making you purr.
"I'm glad I could provide a religious experience." you murmured, closing your eyes and enjoying the afterglow.
Jimin's chest rumbled with laughter again. His hands resumed their slow, soothing motion, fingers raking through your hair gently.
"You're something else." he repeated again, voice soft. "I can still feel my heart rate trying to get back to normal. I think you left me ruined."
You smiled against his chest, feeling a sense of pride at his words.
"You're welcome." you said smugly, reaching up to pinch his nipple.
He yelped, more in surprise than pain, and swatted at your hand. "Hey!"
You grinned devilishly, feeling satisfied with his reaction. "Just testing to see if you're alive." you replied smugly.
Jimin rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms back around you, holding you firmly to his chest. "I don't think I've ever, uh, been quite vocal in that way."
His admission caught you off guard, and you lifted your head to look at him, a curious glint in your eyes.
"Really?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. "You've never... made sounds like that?"
Jimin's cheeks flushed slightly, and he averted his gaze, suddenly seeming a little embarrassed. "No." he replied. "I guess I've never really... let go like that."
There was a vulnerability in his voice that tugged at your heart. You reached up to cup his cheek, turning his face back towards you.
"You don't have to be embarrassed." you reassured him, your thumb stroking his skin gently. "I actually... really liked it."
Jimin's eyes locked with yours, searching. He seemed to be wrestling with something, deliberating whether or not to be honest. After a beat, he sighed and rested his forehead against yours.
"It just... felt good." he admitted softly. "I'm used to being in control, you know? I'm not used to just... letting go like that."
You understood what he meant. Jimin was always so confident, so in control of every situation. He was the pillar everyone leaned on, the one who always took charge. To see him, even for a brief moment, completely undone was a rare sight.
"Well, I'm honored to be the one to make you feel that way." you murmured, your thumb still gently stroking his cheek.
Jimin's eyes softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned into your touch, relishing the feeling of your hand on his face.
"You're pretty amazing, you know that?" he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "The way you just... take control like that. It's incredibly sexy."
Your cheeks flamed. Hearing Jimin, the confident and assertive man, admit that he found your dominance sexy sent a thrill through you. You leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, a silent "thank you."
His hands tightened around you, pulling you closer. He deepened the kiss, his tongue coaxing your mouth open. You melted against him, letting him devour you.
The kiss deepened, turning urgent and hungry. Jimin's hands roamed over your body, pulling and tugging you closer, as if he couldn't get close enough.
"Just so you know," he murmured between kisses, "I'm taking control next time."
His words sent a shiver down your spine. Hearing him speak with such authority, even while he was still catching his breath, was intensely attractive.
You pulled away slightly, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, really?" you replied, arching an eyebrow. You tried to keep your voice light, but there was no hiding the excitement simmering in your tone. "We'll see about that."
time skip.
Jimin found himself unable to concentrate on anything. His mind kept wandering back to the other day, to the way you had taken complete control. He hadn't been able to shake the image from his head.
And the cheeky response you'd given him... "We'll see about that." He was determined to show you who was really in charge.
It was the perfect opportunity. The rest of the frat members had gone on a short holiday, leaving the frat dorm empty for the evening. Jimin had the place all to himself. And he was going to make damn sure you learned a lesson about who was actually in charge.
He set the scene perfectly. The lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over the room. The couch had been moved back into the exact position it was in the other day, perfect for what he had planned. He settled onto the couch, his hands drumming an impatient rhythm on his thigh. He checked his phone for the time again. You should be here any minute.
Right on cue, there was a knock on the front door. Jimin immediately got to his feet, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He opened the door to find you standing there, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. You raised an eyebrow at his appearance.
"You look overdressed for a 'studying night'," you commented, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips. You took a step forward, attempting to enter the house, but Jimin had different plans. He kept his voice neutral, betraying none of his excitement. "Actually, I had something else in mind."
Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, but there was a flicker of curiosity too. "What...?" you asked, crossing your arms.
Jimin leaned against the doorframe, blocking your way. His eyes raked over you, taking in every inch of your casual appearance. "You know how a couple of days ago... you said something about being in control?" he started, his tone deceptively casual.
Your stomach somersaulted at the mention of that day. You remembered the way Jimin had been so deliciously wrecked, the way you could get him to fall apart under your touch. It had been a massive ego boost. "Yeah?" you responded, trying to keep your tone neutral. "What about it?"
Jimin smirked. He could tell you were curious, despite your cool exterior. He knew you too well. "Well, I thought it was my turn to show you who's in charge," he replied, his voice taking on a darker edge. He saw the way you shifted anxiously from foot to foot. Good.
Your heart rate was starting to pick up. You could feel the first stirring of excitement in the pit of your stomach. But you tried to remain aloof. "You think you can show me?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow. "I'd like to see you try."
You stumbled a little as he pulled you deeper into the room, your heart rate accelerating with every step. Jimin directed you to the couch, where he had rearranged everything exactly the way it was the other day.
You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. This wasn't the Jimin you were used to seeing. This Jimin was in control, domineering, and commanding.
Jimin stood behind you, still holding your wrist. He used his free hand to press between your shoulder blades, pushing you down onto the couch. You gasped as the soft cushions hit your chest, leaving you hunched over. Jimin's fingers brushed lightly up the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.
He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear. "Stay." he murmured, his hot breath fanning across your neck. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you obeyed his command. You could feel the heat from his body, even with the distance between you.
"Good girl." Jimin murmured approvingly. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down your legs quickly. "Lift your legs for me, sweetheart."
Your breath hitched at his words, both at the authoritative tone and the pet name. You obeyed, lifting your legs to allow him to remove your pants completely. The air in the room felt almost electrically charged.
Jimin tossed your jeans aside, leaving you exposed in just your hoodie and underwear. His hands ran up the bare length of your legs, grazing your skin with his rough, calloused fingers.
"You know, I couldn't stop thinking about the other day." he murmured, his fingers circling your thighs as if measuring the width of them. "The way you just... took control, pushed me down, made me lose control."
His hands moved back up to the waistband of your underwear, skimming the lace. He tugged lightly, pulling them down your legs.
Your breathing became more labored as he stripped you, his touch igniting sparks of heat across your body. You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice.
"You... Didn't like it?" you managed to ask, your voice slightly hoarse. Jimin chuckled, the sound low and rough in his chest. He tossed your underwear aside, leaving you completely exposed.
"Oh, I liked it." he replied, his hands sliding leisurely up your inner thighs. "But now it's my turn."
Your breath hitched as his hands found their way to your inner thighs. His fingers crept higher, grazing the curve of your ass, sending shivers up your spine.
"You'll see exactly what it's like, being on the other side of things," Jimin murmured, his voice dark with promise. He pulled your legs apart, spreading them wider.
Your heart slammed against your ribcage, the anticipation making your skin prickle. You heard him inhale sharply, feeling his gaze on you.
"So wet already," he murmured, a slight edge of surprise in his voice. "Is this all just from being told what to do?" One of his fingers lightly skimmed over your folds, collecting the wetness there.
You let out a sharp inhale, goosebumps erupting across your skin as he teased your clit. You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts.
"Just shut up and get on with it," you hissed, feigning annoyance. You just wanted him to stop talking and start doing. You wanted to snap back at him, but the huskiness in his voice was unraveling your control.
Jimin chuckled at your attempt to keep up the act. He knew you too well. His finger moved lower, sliding between your folds. He could feel your legs shake, your body thrumming with anticipation. "Oh, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "I'm not going to let you come until I say so." And then his mouth was on you, his tongue flattening against your clit.
Your head fell back with a gasp as his mouth met your clit, the sudden onslaught of pleasure sending shivers down your spine. Your hands flew to his hair, anchoring yourself as he lapped at you hungrily. "Fuuuck." you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair.
His hands locked around your waist, holding you still as he ravished you with his mouth. His tongue danced over your clit, alternating between firm circles and fluttery flicks.
Jimin reveled in your reactions, the way you moaned and wrung his name. Your fingers threaded in his hair, holding onto him like a lifeline. He could feel you coming undone, hear your breathing becoming more labored.
But he didn't intend to let you reach your peak yet. He pulled away just as you were getting close, leaving you gasping and frustrated.
"No...." you whined, your hands trying to pull his head back.
Jimin chuckled, pressing a feather-light kiss to the inside of your thigh. "Patience, baby." he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your inner thigh.
You slumped back against the couch, glaring down at him and fighting the urge to press your legs together. "Legs on my shoulders, baby," he murmured.
Your legs immediately obeyed, wrapping around his shoulders and locking at the ankle. You could feel his broad shoulders stretching the inner muscles of your thighs. He let out a low hum of approval, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "There you go." he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin.
And then his mouth was on you again, picking up where he left you off. He wrapped his arms firmly around your legs, keeping you spread wide for him. His tongue flicked over your clit relentlessly, alternating between quick, feather-light flicks and hard, slow strokes. Your hands flew to his hair again, trying to hold him against you.
You were babbling incoherently, a mix of curses and pleas falling from your lips. Your body was taut, desperately searching for release. But every time you felt yourself getting close, Jimin pulled back again.
Jimin loved how responsive you were, how every touch sent shivers down your spine. He could tell you were on the edge, the desperation in your voice betraying how close you were.
He pulled away again, his forehead resting against the inside of your thigh. His breath was hot against your skin, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your inner thigh. "Oh fuck." he murmured, his voice a rasp.
The sudden absence of sensation left your body buzzing with frustration. You squirmed beneath his grip, trying to seek out some friction.
"Bastard," you hissed, your fingers gripping his hair. Jimin chuckled, his fingers still dancing along your skin.
His mouth was on your clit again, his fingers sliding up to tease your entrance. You moaned, throwing your head back against the couch as he pushed one, then two fingers inside of you.
"Oh, god!" You moaned, your hands fisting in his hair. You bucked your hips forward, seeking more contact.
Jimin moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. He increased the pace, hooking his fingers upward to hit that spot inside you that made pleasure flood through your veins.
Your legs shook uncontrollably, your fingers clenching so tightly in his hair that it must've been hurting him, but he didn't seem to mind. He seemed to revel in your reactions, feeding off the sounds you made. The pressure inside you was building, winding tighter and tighter with each curl of his fingers. You were so close, so close, and then he pulled away.
"For Christ's sake, stop playing with me!" you snapped, frustration evident in your tone. You tried to push his head back to where you wanted it, but he held you firmly.
Jimin looked up at you then, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. His fingers brushed along your clit, but not quite making contact. He could tell you were about to say something snarky, so he chose that moment to slide two fingers back inside you, cutting off your retort.
"Fuck." you cursed, your eyes fluttering shut. His mouth latched back onto your clit. "Fuck, I am going to squirt."
The bluntness of your words sent a shiver down Jimin's spine. He moaned, the vibration against your clit making you arch your back off the couch. His fingers curled and thrusted inside you as he lapped at your clit, determined to unravel you.
"Do it," he murmured huskily, the words muffled against your skin. "Squirt all over my fingers. Get my whole face wet with your juices. I know you can do it.''
The roughness of his voice and the dirty words pushed you right to the edge. You moaned, writhing beneath him. You couldn't hold back anymore.
"Oh god, I'm-" you tried to say, but your words were cut off by a harsh gasp. Your back arched, pussy clenching around Jimin's fingers as pleasure rushed through you. A loud moan escaped from your lips and you squirted all over his face and fingers.
Jimin groaned, the unexpected sensation of your release sending a jolt straight to his cock. His fingers continued to pump in you, the wetness making a mess of his hand. He lifted his head, meeting your gaze as he put his fingers inside his mouth, licking them clean.
The sight was filthy, so unbelievably erotic, and you let out a strangled moan. You were exhausted, your body limp and spent. You dropped your legs from Jimin's shoulder, your chest heaving. The room was filled with the sound of your heavy pants, your eyes locked on Jimin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was still fully dressed, his hair slightly disheveled, his eyes darkened with hunger and lust. He looked every bit like the god that he was.
Jimin smirked, rising to his feet. He looked down at you, sprawled out on the couch, a mess of pants and sweat. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.
"You still with me, pretty girl?" he asked, his gaze raking over your body.
You swallowed hard, still trying to catch your breath. "Barely." you managed to reply, your voice raspy.
Jimin chuckled, his thumb running along his bottom lip. His eyes raked over your disheveled form again, lingering on the way your hoodie clung to your curves. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face.
"God damn." he murmured, running his fingers through his hair. "You're a mess." The roughness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze darkened. "My mess."
Without warning, he leaned down and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped in surprise, your hands automatically gripping his shirt.
Jimin carried you to his bed, the muscles in his biceps and forearms rippling as he held you. He dumped you unceremoniously onto the mattress, causing you to bounce slightly. He stood before you, hands on his hips, regarding you with a smug expression.
The sight of him towering over you, fully clothed while you were practically naked, was incredibly hot. But you were exhausted, and you weren't in the mood to be teased anymore. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, your voice holding a hint of defiance.
"You gonna strip, or what?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, taking his time with each button. You felt your mouth going dry as each inch of his golden skin was revealed. His abs were defined, the muscles contracting as he moved. His pants hung low on his hips, emphasizing the V-line that disappeared beneath the waistband.
He shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. His hands went to his belt buckle, unsnapping it with a flick of his fingers. The sound of the zipper being pulled down was loud in the quiet room. Finally, he shoved his pants and boxers down together, stepping out of them in one swift move. He stood before you completely naked.
But what caught your attention was his cock, standing proud and erect, thick and veined, leaking precum at the tip.
"Do you wanna touch?" Jimin asked, his voice raspier than usual.
You crawled towards him on your hands and knees, stopping when you were right in front of him. You could almost feel the heat radiated from his body. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, trying to mask the fact that you were eager as hell
"Can I?" you asked, feigning innocence.
Jimin's fingers tangled in your hair, his grip just tight enough to hold you in place. "You can," he replied huskily, his lips curving into a slow smirk. "No hands."
Your cheeks flushed at his words, but you obeyed, bringing your hands down to rest on your legs. Slowly, you leaned forward, sticking out your tongue to lap at the head of his cock. He groaned above you, his grip on your hair tightening. The sound went straight to your core, making you shift on your knees.
You wrapped your lips around the head, sinking down onto his cock. He moaned, his fingers tightening in your hair, as you took him deeper. You took your time, making sure to swirl your tongue around him as you bobbed your head. The taste of his precum was addictive, and you moaned around him, hollowing your cheeks as you took him in as deep as you could. All the while, you kept your hands firmly on your lap.
You could feel his muscles twitching, and his moans grew louder and louder.
"Jesus, baby," he groaned, "Doing so good."
His fingers gripped your hair, his hips twitching forward, trying to keep still. The slight motion made him hit the back of your throat, making you choke. He moaned at the sensation.
You moaned, the restriction sending another jolt of pleasure through you. You let it glide further into your mouth, the way Jimin's reactions as he moaned and moaned, completely wrecked just by you.
His grip on your hair was so tight that it burnt, but the twinge of pain only made it better. You took him deeper, trying to relax your mouth to take him in further. Your eyes started brimming with tears, your hands clenching your legs. Jimin cursed when you gagged, his hips bucking.
"Oh, no, no." he murmured, pulling your head up by your hair. "Don't want to be coming down that pretty little throat just yet."
You moaned at his words, your face flushing with pleasure at his words as you pulled off of him with a pop. You looked up at him, your eyes locked as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
He gave your hair a light tug, making you tilt your head back to look up at him. "On the bed," he ordered gruffly, "Now."
His voice made you shiver as you rose to your feet, crawling onto the bed obediently. You lay back against the soft sheets, staring up at him, waiting for his next command.
Jimin crawled onto the bed between your Legs, spreading them apart with rough hands. His eyes ran over your body hungrily as he settled between your thighs, his hands running up your inner thighs. "You have no idea how pretty this little pussy is," he murmured, his fingers spreading your folds. "Such a pretty color, so pink," he murmured. "And wet."
You moaned, your thighs twitching as his fingers brushed across your clit. You were still hypersensitive from your last orgasm, but his touch ignited sparks of pleasure on your skin. You lifted your hips, trying to push them closer to him.
He chuckled, shifting his hand so it rested on your stomach, keeping you from moving. "Ah, ah," he chided. "You'll get what I give you."
He leaned forward, his breath fanning over your clit, making you shiver in anticipation.
"God, you smell so good." Jimin murmured, almost to himself. "I could eat you all day long."
And then his tongue was on you, licking a stripe up your slit. Your back arched as a surprised gasp escaped you. He moaned against you, enjoying the taste. His hands moved to grip your inner thighs, spreading you wide open for him.
One of his fingers circled your entrance, his tongue lapping at your clit insistently. Your hands fisted in the sheets beneath you as you moaned his name.
"Oh, please." you moaned, "God, please." His fingers pressed inside you, curving up to press against your g-spot. He started to pump his finger, pressing his tongue over clit at the same time. You cried out, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
Jimin groaned against you, the vibrations sending more sparks of pleasure through you. He added another finger, scissoring you open as he latched his mouth onto your clit. You gasped your hands desperately reaching down to tangle in his hair. He moaned as he worked you with his fingers, his mouth working your clit as he sucked it.
"You taste so good." he murmured, his tongue swirling around your clit. "God, you taste so good." You moaned, feeling his fingers curl inside you.
Your hips rocked back and forth, trying to match the rhythm of his fingers. His free hand moved up to grip your waist to hold you down, effectively pinning you to the bed. It was so hot, being completely at his mercy.
"Oh, god." you moaned, the pressure building inside you. "Please, please, I'm so close."
His only response was a muffled groan against you, his fingers working even faster. His tongue pressed harder against your clit, circling it in just the right way. It was delicious pleasure, the kind that was toe numbing and overwhelming.
His fingers kept pumping, his tongue pressed firmly against your clit as you moaned and writhed beneath him. Your hands held his hair, hips rocking helplessly against his mouth, chasing your release.
"Oh f-fuck, oh god, please don't stop." you choked out, your thighs clenching against his head. Your moans came out higher-pitched and breathless, and you felt the coil inside you getting tighter and tighter.
Jimin moaned against you, his fingers working in and out, filling the air with hot, wet sounds. Your breathing was rough and labored, each gasp sounding as if you were fighting for air. You felt like you were hanging right at the edge, right on the cusp of coming.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop-" You chanted. And then, you were squrited again.
Your eyes flickered open to look down at him, still between your legs. Jimin lifted his head, his face slick with your release.
“You’re the best meal I’ve ever had." he rasped, his tone raspier and rougher than before.
You moaned at his words, your body still trembling from the force of your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of you, the action earning a whine from you. He licked his fingers clean, cleaning off your release eagerly. Slowly, he pulled himself out from between your legs, towering over you.
You were still panting from the aftermath, your body still buzzing with pleasure. Jimin leaned down to press a soft kiss to your thigh, his hands sliding up your sides, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake.
His fingers danced along your skin as he moved up your body, finally coming to rest on either side of your head, caging you in.
"Turn around baby."
Your body obeyed without thinking, turning over onto your stomach. Jimin settled in between your legs, his weight pressing you down into the mattress. You moaned at the feeling, arching your back to feel him closer. His hard cock dug into the cleft of your ass, the head leaking against the sensitive flesh of your pussy.
"There you go." he murmured. "Ready for real fuck baby?"
Your response was more of a breathy moan than an actual word. You could feel his hands spreading your cheeks apart, the cold air making you shiver. His grip on your hips was firm, almost bruising, as he angled himself against your entrance.
Your hands tangled in the sheets, your fingers clutching the fabric in a white-knuckle grip. You bit down on your bottom lip as he slowly pushed inside you, the stretch making you gasp. His fingers spread over your hips, holding you still as he started to sink inside.
"Oh, god." he growled. His forehead rested between your shoulder blades.
You moaned as he filled you, your body stretching to accommodate his size. His breath was coming out in harsh pants, his grip on your hips tightening as he held himself still, giving you a moment to adjust.
"Feel so damn good." he groaned, a shiver raking through his body as he bottomed out.
His chest pressed against your back, his hands wandering over your spine. But the moment you moaned and pressed your hips back, he started to move. His first thrust was slow, almost lazy, but he quickly picked up the pace. His fingers dug into your waist, holding you in place as he slammed into you.
"So tight." he moaned, your name a raspy curse on his lips. "Can you take it?"
Your body was stretched taught beneath his, your legs spreading wider to allow him deeper access. Each thrust was rough and relentless, his hands digging into your hip. You moaned again, a high-pitched sound that made his ego grow tenfold.
"Of course I can." you replied, the slight bite to your tone making him chuckle.
He moaned your name again, his hands reaching forward to tangle in your hair. He gave it a sharp yank, pulling your head back so he could murmur in your ear.
"That's what I like to hear." His voice was hoarse, his breath hot against your ear.
He shifted his grip, wrapping his hand around your throat instead. His fingers gripped your neck just firmly enough to let you know he was in charge. He moaned again, his chest rumbling against your back.
"God, you're so hot." he groaned, his pace never ceasing. "You feel so good."
Your eyes fluttered shut, the words sending a shiver down your spine. His hand around your neck was applying the perfect amount of pressure, making you feel completely owned.
"You feel better." you murmured back, your words punctuated by the force of his thrusts.
He moaned at your words, his own response lost in a string of curse words. He shifted his grip on your neck, pulling your head back even further so he could press his lips to your ear.
"I love this." he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. "I love having you like this."
His hand snaked down your body, one arm wrapping behind your waist to pull you up against his chest. As he adjusted the position, it also changed the angle, making you moan in response. Your head lolled back against his shoulder, your hands reaching up to grab his neck for support. His hands roamed over your body, palming your breasts.
He pinched your nipples between his fingers, making you squirm in his grip. Your moans were loud now, filling the air with needy sounds. His fingers wrapped around your neck again, holding you steady. "You close again, baby?" he asked, his voice a deep rasp.
Your hands gripped his forearm, nails digging into his skin. You could feel the coil inside you tightening again, your body trembling with the effort to hold back.
"Yes- yes, so close." you managed to stammer out.
His fingers tightened around your neck and his other hand shifted between your legs, finding your clit. He pressed down, starting to rub with practiced ease. His mouth found your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned in to rasp in your ear.
"Come for me. Want to feel you." he murmured.
Your back arched as you pressed back against him, your words turning into a high-pitched moaning mess. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, sending electricity through your veins as you writhed in his grip.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god-" you repeated, your fingers clawing at his arm. Your body shook with the force of it, your walls clenching around him.
His grip on your neck tightened even more, his fingers pressing into your skin. He continued to relentlessly pound into you, chasing his own release.
He moaned your name, the sound vibrating through you. His arms wound around your chest, holding you against him. You could feel his hot breath ghosting across your shoulder blade.
"Oh God, I’m gonna come too." he rasped, his voice thick with pleasure. He slammed into you one last time, his body tensing as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
You felt him throbbing inside of you as he came, his fingers flexing against your skin. He held you like that for a moment, both of you panting hard, chests heaving in sync.
"Jesus, baby." he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "Oh my god."
His grip on your neck finally relaxed, and he placed a soft kiss against your shoulder. Slowly, he untangled himself from you, pulling out of you with a wet sound. You instantly felt the loss, the emptiness making you whimper. He pressed another kiss to your neck, his hands running down your sides soothingly.
"God, you good?" he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.
You let out a low hum, still feeling dazed from the intensity. But you managed a nod, words feeling a little beyond you at the moment.
"Fuck." you managed to mumble, wincing slightly as you shifted your legs.
He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that rumbled through his chest. He slid off the bed, his fingers grabbing your ankle.
"Come here." he ordered firmly, guiding you to turn onto your back. You obeyed mechanically, every muscle in your body feeling like jelly. Slowly, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, positioning you so your legs were dangling over the side.
"Can you stand?" he asked, his hands gripping your hips.
"Barely." you replied, your legs still slightly trembling. But with his help, you managed to stand up, albeit a little unsteady. You leaned against him, grateful for his strength. He seemed to sense your exhaustion, so he scooped you up into his arms, bridal style.
He carried you bathroom, your arms draping around his neck.
He kicked the door open and set you down on the cold tiles, his hands resting on your waist. You leaned against the sink for support, feeling the cool surface against your back.
"Wait here." he murmured, reaching over to turn on the shower. "Going to get you cleaned up."
He let go of you, leaving you propped against the sink as he adjusted the water temperature. The steam started to fill the bathroom, warm and soothing. He turned back to you, gently maneuvering you under the stream of water. It was warm against your skin, making your muscles relax even more. You closed your eyes and let the water run over your body, your legs already feeling less wobbly.
Jimin's hands ran down your body, sliding over your wet skin. His touch was soft, almost reverent as he lathered soap over your body, cleaning you up. He took his time, making sure to reach every bit of you.
When he was satisfied that you were clean enough, he rinsed you off, the water washing away the soap and any traces of what you’d done. He shut the water off, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around your body. He wrapped another towel around your hair, patting it dry.
Jimin then swept you up in his arms again, carrying you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He laid you down softly onto the bed, the sheets still rumpled and messy from before.
He crawled in next to you, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close, your back pressed against his chest. His fingers danced lightly over your stomach, tracing patterns on your skin.
"Hey." he murmured after a moment. "You with me?" You hummed in response, feeling boneless and content. Jimin chuckled softly, his breath fanning across your neck.
"Yeah." you replied, your voice hoarse from disuse. "Just tired."
He hummed in acknowledgement, his thumb still tracing patterns on your stomach. The silence stretched out between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it was peaceful.
A thought suddenly popped into your head, a small seed of a question.
"Jimin." you murmured. He hummed in response, signaling for you to continue.
"What is it, baby?" he murmured back, his fingers still tracing patterns on your stomach.
You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. But the question in your head was eating away at you, and you couldn’t seem to help yourself as it stumbled out of your mouth.
"Why...." you started, trailing off for a second. You weren’t sure how to ask. Jimin seemed to sense your struggle, because he prompted you.
"Why what, baby?" he encouraged, his tone soft.
"Why me?" you finally got the question out, your voice small. You hated how insecure you sounded, but it was a question that had been nagging at you. He was so successful, handsome, talented, kind. He could have anyone he wanted. So why was he here, wrapped around you?
Jimin was quiet for a moment. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
"I could ask you the same thing." he murmured eventually.
You shifted, turning in his arms so you were facing him. His eyes met yours, a small frown on his face. You propped yourself up on one elbow, your other hand resting on his chest.
"What do you mean?" you asked, genuinely confused. "I’m the one who should be asking you that question. You’re way out of my league."
Jimin scoffed, shaking his head.
"Don’t be ridiculous." he scoffed. "You’re so talented and smart and beautiful. You’re the one who’s out of my league."
You rolled your eyes at his answer, reaching up to flick his forehead. He made a disgruntled noise.
"I’m not trying to flatter you." he said, capturing your hand and bringing it to his chest, placing it back onto his chest. His heart was beating steadily beneath your fingers. "You’re smart. You’re creative." He brushed a lock of hair out of your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. "You’re so beautiful."
Your cheeks flushed at the sincerity in his voice, but you couldn’t help the snarky reply that escaped your lips.
"Oh wow, you just called me beautiful two times." you teased, but your voice was softer than you intended. "I’m flattered." Your fingers traced patterns on his chest, following the dips and curves of his muscles.
His grip on your hand tightened slightly, a small gesture that contradicted his easy tone.
"I’m being serious," he murmured. "You’re amazing."
