onesoulforthem

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

*

“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

The chirping sounds of birds bounce off the walls of my one bedroom apartment. I opened my eyes and let out a small yawn. I looked at my clock, and a look of disbelief came over my face. It was seven thirty in the evening and I had only went to bed thirty minutes ago. Who would come to my apartment this late.

The chirping sound came again so I climbed out of bed, put on my robe and answered the door. I was surprised to see Jimin standing there with a nervous smile and a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. It has been eight years since I last seen him.

"Jimin what are you doing here?" I asked cautiously.

"I came to see you," he replied.

"Jimin, you should be home with your perfect wife according to your elitist parents," I said sarcastically.

"I have been divorced for seven and estranged from my parents for eight years," he said matter of factly.

"If that's the case why did you take so long to come see me."

"I didn't want to come to you with a life I didn't build myself."

"What life have you built then?"

"Can I please come in first?" he pleaded.

I let out a heavy sigh and stepped aside. He gave me the bouquet and entered. I sniffed the flowers and put them in the fridge for now.

"Where did you buy flowers this late?" I asked, walking towards the couch.

"I bought them earlier in the day," he replied.

I sat down on the couch and turned towards him. "Now tell me."

"I took out a loan and went to TCAT to become a mechanic and luckily I got hired within two months of graduating. I traded in that luxury car for a practical all wheel drive four door truck and I got an apartment an hour from here."

"I'm proud of you Jimin but why didn't you fight for us?"

"They threatened to use their influence to make you and your parents lose your jobs and ensure that none of you could find work anywhere in the city, " he replied solemnly.

"Then how did you manage to get away? I highly doubt that they would let you ruin that business contract with that woman's family without a fight."

"I found dirt on them. I told them if they didn't leave me and you alone I'll go to the press with dad's dirty secret."

"I'm glad you freed yourself from your parents' clutches but it has been eight years. We can't jump back into a relationship and act like we were never separated."

"I know and I don't expect that. But please give me another chance at dating you again," he said, pressing his hands together.

"I'm willing to do that."

"Thank you!" he cried.

"Your welcome," I said shyly.

"Do you still have my number?"

"I do and my number is still the same."

"Then can I take you out on a date the entire weekend next week?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes, just text me the time and details so I can dress accordingly."

"I'll take my leave so you can get some rest. Thanks again, Y/N."

"Your welcome, Jimin."

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"So let me get this straight. Your ex, Park Jimin, showed up at your door in the middle of the night and announced that he's divorced, estranged from his parents and wants you back?" asked Daisy in disbelief.

"Pretty much," I replied.

I took a bite of collard greens and chased it down with a few sips of sweet tea.

"What answer did you give him?" she asked.

"I told him I would give him another shot at dating me," I replied.

"That's nice of you."

"You wouldn't?"

"A lot can happen in eight years. Like falling in love with someone else and starting a life with him. "

"A year into our break up, I tried dating other guys but I never felt that strong pull with them like I did with Jimin."

"That's understandable. He treated you like a princess and you saw him as the person he truly was not the person his parents tried to create."

After my meal with Daisy, I said goodbye and headed over to Darla's Dessert. It was a tradition of mines and Jimin when we were still a couple. I still do even though we weren't a couple anymore. That's probably one of the many reasons I haven't gotten over him. When I walked into the bakery I wasn't expecting to see Jimin sitting at a table scrolling on his phone with one hand and eating a cookies and cream cupcake with the other.

He looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw me. He waved for me to come over and I told him to give me a minute. I paid for my brownies and walked over to his table.

"This is a pleasant surprise," I said.

"Yeah. Did you come here to get your after meal sweet?"

"Yes, you still remember?"

"Of course I do. I don't forget things that matter to the woman I love."

I feel my heart skip a beat and my cheeks grow warm.

"I can't believe you still love me even though eight years has passed."

"I can never stop loving you the person who saw the real me," he said with a sincere smile.

"How has your day been so far?" he asked.

"It has been great so far. I went to the gym, came here for my favorite cupcake, I saw you and I'm finishing the final details on our two dates."

"Can you tell me or do I need to wait?"

"Yes, We'll go to a local Farmer's Market for our date on Saturday at nine in the morning and at eleven in the morning go to the planetarium to see a show on Sunday," he said proudly.

"They sound like fun dates," I said.

"I didn't want to do the typical first and second date this go around."

"Those are definitely not typical dates. I have never been to the farmers market and the last time I went to the planetarium I was in middle school."

"These dates will be our fun beginning."

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I put a piece of gum in my mouth and applied lip gloss before climbing out of the car. I walked to the entrance to the market and spotted Jimin.

His eyes widen slightly and he gave me a once over. "Holy cow! Are you trying to knock me off my feet?"

I immediately burst out laughing. "What do you mean?"

"Your outfit."

The outfit in question was a pair of denim shorts with a blue sheer boho flowy halter top. The halter screamed look at me and that's what I wanted him to do.

"I wanted your attention."

"You have it."

I giggled and we walked into the market. The first stall that caught our attention was Steve's Meat Pies. His pies range from typical meat to wild game.

"Welcome to my stall. Would you like to try a sample?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Which one do you want to try?" he asked.

"Let's be adventurous and try the alligator meat pie," I replied.

"Okay. We'll try the alligator meat sample," said Jimin.

Steve takes two mini pies out of a cooler, warm them up in the microwave for twelve seconds and hands them to us. I took a bite and savored the flavors.

"This is good. Whatever seasoning you use it works well with the alligator meat," I said.

"That's cajun seasoning," said Steve.

"That's why it has a kick," I said.

"Mmmm," said Jimin.

He put the rest of the pie in his mouth and after four chews swallowed.

"I would like to buy two more of those alligator mini pies," said Jimin.

"The mini pies are just samples. The pies themselves are slices," said Steve.

"Oh. I'll take two slices of alligator pies."

While we ate our slices of meat pies, we looked at other stalls. When we finished the pies, we stopped at a stall selling cookies.

"We have to end the date with dessert," he said playfully.

"Always," I said.

We each tried two samples before he bought a salted caramel cookie for me and a chocolate chip cookie for himself.

"Are you ready to go or do you want to go look at a few more stalls."

"I'm ready to go. This was fun."

"I'm glad you had fun. I'll walk you to your car," he said.

"Thank you," I said.

Once we arrived at my car, I gave him a warm hug and a wave before leaving the market.

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Jimin gave the lobby attendant our tickets and we walked into the the planetarium show room. The room contained a large screen and plushy black theater seats.

"Its a bit nippy in here," I said, rubbing my shoulders.

"That's why I brought this travel blanket with me. Every time I have been to a planetarium it has always been cold in the show room," said Jimin.

"I'm glad you're one step ahead. I was starting to regret wearing this skirt."

He gave me a once over and smiled.

"You looked really pretty in the skirt though."

"Thank you, Jimin."

We took our seats in the fourth row and he covered our laps with the blankets.

"What are we watching today?" I asked.

"The history of dolphins," he replied.

"That sounds interesting. I used to really have dolphins when I was child."

"Did your parents encourage that interest?"

"Yes, I had a dolphin back pack."

"Your parents were always loving."

"Yeah and I'm grateful for that."

The lights dimmed and the introductory credits started to play.

"Showtime," I whispered.

As the dolphins showed up on the screen the speaker started telling facts about the creature. The information ranged from what type of mammal it was to its natural habitat. When the show ended I felt enlightened and relaxed. Jimin carefully folded the blanket up, put it away and we walked out of the room.

"Was the show boring to you?" he asked with concern.

"No, why would you think that?"

"I had to tap you awake twice."

"The speaker had a soothing and monotone voice. It kind of made me sleepy."

"Oh. Do you like asmr?"

"Yeah. It helps me sleep."

"If you want, I can give you an ASMR experience on our next date."

"That sounds awesome. I would love that. Be warned I might fall asleep."

"That's fine. I'll just wake you up when I'm done."

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I was focused on entering in some information in the computer when the door opened. A man carrying a vase of orange flowers walked in. He walked up to the front desk and asked, " Does Y/N Y/L/N work here?"

"That's me," I replied.

"Park Jimin ordered these for you," he said, placing the flowers on the counter.

"Thank you," I said.

I grabbed the flowers and put them somewhere safe near me.

"Those are some beautiful flowers," Michelle said, sitting next to me.

"Thanks," I said.

On my lunch break I immediately texted Jimin.

Me: Thank you for the flowers.

After ten minutes of waiting and no response, I figured he was not on his break yet. I turned my attention to my lunch and YouTube. For the rest of the work day I sniffed the flowers every chance I got.

As soon as I walked through the door of my apartment I checked my cellphone. I was happy to see Jimin had finally text me back.

Jimin: Your welcome. I hoped it brightened your day.

Me: It did.

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I and Jimin loaded up our plates and took a seat at one of the tables scattered throughout my Aunt Brooke's yard. Since we'd been officially together for three months, I thought it would be a good idea to reintroduce him back to my family at our family reunion. At first they were surprised but they got over it pretty quickly.

"How's it been being back together with my niece?" asked Eddie.

"Like a dream I never want to let go of again," he replied, looking at me with absolute fondness.

I giggled and took a bite of rib.

"I'm glad you two are back together. When you two broke up she lost a bit of her sparkle," said Eddie.

"I didn't want to break up with her at the time but my parents forced my hand," he said.

"She told me and I'm sorry you had to endure being raised by people like that."

"Thank you, sir. I'm just glad it's over."

After finishing our food, we spent the rest of the reunion dancing and talking to other relatives.

"Bye everyone," I said, climbing into Jimin's truck.

"Take care," he said.

He buckled up and pulled out of the driveway. Four minutes into the drive, I placed my hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. He smiled but kept his focus on the road. I decided to tease him a bit, so I glided my nails up and down his thigh.

"Y/n," he warned.

"Jimin," he said mischievously.

"Don't start something you don't want me to finish. "

"What if I said I want you too."

"Be prepared for the consequences."

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Immediately after my apartment closed behind us, Jimin shoved me gently against the door and captured my lips in a toe-curling kiss. When we separated for air, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to my bedroom.

He gently laid me on the bed and slowly removed his clothes. As each article of clothing hit the floor the sexual tension between us grew. Once he was completely naked, he walked over to me and wrapped my hand around his cock. He let out a low groaned and greedily pressed into my hand. He let me stroke him for a while before removing my hand.

"Not like this. I want my first time after eight years apart, to be inside of you."

"Next time then."

He put two fingers into his mouth, sucked on them, then slid them into my slick entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me, baby," he moaned.

"It has been so long."

He bit his lip and thrust his fingers inside of me until he felt I was relaxed enough to accommodate him. He put on a condom and slowly guided himself inside of me. He played with my breasts while his movements sent waves of pleasure through me.

"You still fit me like a glove," he groaned.

"Jimin," I whined as he pinched my nipples.

"Baby, keep squeezing my cock like this, you'll make me come," he groaned.

"It'll be your fault," I said with a pout.

He gave my pouty lips a kiss and chuckle.

"Your pout is hard to resist."

He shifted the angle of his hips and begin thrusting deeper. With each thrust of his hips, I felt the pleasure spike until I finally cried out with a loud moan. He continued to moving against me for a few more moments before he too, reached his climax.

He kissed me and said," never again will we be apart. I'll propose to you again and we'll walk down the alter."

Catching Jimin’s wrist, you pulled him along the shadowed corridor, your laughter pressed into the back of your hand to keep it from echoing. He followed, trying—and failing—not to smile. The thin golden circlet he’d worn earlier was abandoned somewhere along the way, his hair left to fall loose around his shoulders, softening him into something less princely and more boyish.

“You’re going to get us caught,” he whispered.

“You’re the one who stopped to bow to a statue,” you shot back, not slowing.

“It was Oris, I was paying my—”

“It is merely stone, not the martyr god himself.”

“Blasph—”

You dragged him around the corner before he could finish, both of you stifling laughter as a pair of guards passed at the far end of the hall. You waited, pressed into an alcove, shoulders brushing. Jimin could feel the quick rise and fall of your breath, the way you held still only by force of will.

When the guards were gone, you pulled him once more, out through the servants’ door and into the cooler dark beyond. The stables loomed low and wide against the night, lanterns dimmed, the air thick with the scent of hay and leather and the warm, earthy musk of horses. A few of them stirred as the door creaked open—soft snorts and the scuff of hooves.

You slipped inside like you belonged there—instead of in the council chambers that your family held. Jimin hesitated just long enough to glance back toward the palace, its towers rising pale and stark against the night sky. Then he followed you in and shut the door behind himself.

“You’re certain this is wise?” he murmured in question. The grin you threw at him over your shoulder was full of mirth. “Not at all. And that is precisely why it’s worth doing.”

The way you moved between the stalls was full of easy familiarity. Jimin held his breath as you paused to murmur to a restless mare, your fingers brushing her nose until she settled. He watched you, something quiet and steady in his expression as he drank you in. It wasn’t fair; you never seemed out of place—not in the polished halls of his home, not here among the straw and dust. He envied that, though he would not have known how to say it.

“Up,” you said, nodding toward the ladder at the far end of the stable.

The loft above was dim and the ceiling low, the air warmer somehow. Straw lay scattered in uneven drifts, and through a small, eyelet window near the roof, the night sky spilled in—a scatter of cold, bright stars glittering in a fathomless well of ink.

You climbed first, quick and sure, gathering your skirts into a fist. Jimin followed more carefully, the wood creaking faintly under his weight. When he reached the top, you were already sprawled on your back in the straw, hands tucked behind your head, looking up through the window.

“Well?” you teased, glancing at him. “Are you going to stand there like a visiting dignitary, or—”

He dropped down beside you, stirring a soft puff of straw. Motes danced in the air, highlighted by the brilliant light shining through from the moon and stars.

For a moment, neither of you dared to speak.

Below, the horses shifted and breathed, the only sounds to break the still air. Above, the stars held steady, distant and indifferent to the inner musings of the two teenagers sequestered away in a hayloft.

“It’s clearer here,” Jimin said at last.

“It always is,” you replied with a contented sigh. “Less smoke from the city. Fewer lanterns.” You tilted your chin toward the window. “Can you see the long line there, just above the mountain ridge? That’s the—”

“I know what it is. It’s the Archer.”

“You know the name the court calls it,” you corrected, letting out a soft, derisive scoff.

Jimin turned his head toward you, taking in the slope of your nose and the way your lashes brushed the plump swell of your cheeks every time you blinked. “And what do you call it?”

You considered his question, eyes still on the sky. “A path,” you said finally. “I’ve read stories…stories that say it points the way out of the valley, away from the Kingdom. If you follow it far enough, it leads beyond even the mountains…”

“Beyond Baledryn?” he asked, unable to keep the bewilderment from his voice.

You smiled faintly, as you might at a small, clueless child. For all his princely composure, he still sometimes looked like the boy who used to fall asleep during lessons with ink on his cheek. “There’s always a beyond, Jimin.”

He was quiet at that. Uncertainty crept into the line of his shoulders, the straw beneath him prickling his neck. He couldn’t help but wonder: when did you start thinking of such things?

“I suppose there is.”

The hay shifted as he adjusted, wishing away the uncomfortable sensations, folding one arm beneath his head. Of course Jimin was aware there were things beyond Baledryn. He’d seen the maps and catalogs in his father’s chambers. He knew very well what lay beyond the mountains, the names and descriptions of far-off nations. It was clear: the truth of their existence; it just felt more like excerpts from storybooks than a tangible reality. And to hear you speak of such things, as if you desired them…made Jimin feel insecure. Why would you even entertain thoughts outside of Baledryn? Everything you could possibly ever need—want—was right here. Not to mention the fact that he’d always thought of you being an ever-constant in his life. A companion and familiar face destined to be there, watching him on his journey to the throne. Now, though, your words have made him realize that may not always be the case. For a while, the two of you just lay there, side by side, the space between his being and yours small but not quite closed. Jimin became abruptly aware of everything at once—the heat trapped between his shoulder and yours, the lavender oil worked into the ends of your hair, the fact that if either of you breathed any deeper, your ribs might touch. The worry he felt before slowly drifted away with the breeze through the window.

“Do you ever think about leaving?” you mused softly, not looking at him.

He let out a soft breath, refusing to let your words rekindle the fear. “I don’t think I’m meant to.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He hesitated. “Yes,” he said, after a moment. “I think about it.” A beat more of silence. “I just don’t let myself think about it for very long.”

You turned your head then, studying him in the moonlight.

“But if you could?” you pressed. “If there were no crown, no court, no expectations—would you go?”

He met your gaze, and something, surprisingly unguarded, flickered there. “With you?” he asked, almost without thinking.

The words hung in the air. For once, you didn’t have a quick answer, no witty remark aimed to tease, educate, or best him. You looked away first, back toward the stars, but there was a softness in your voice when you finally spoke again. “I think you’re right…Best not to dwell on it too much.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t get to stop being who you are, no matter your thoughts.” You idly picked at a piece of straw, twisting it between your fingers. “You’re going to be king.”

“Eventually.”

“Sooner than you think.”

“And you?” Jimin asked. “What are you going to be?”

Once again, you stilled, the piece of chaff forgotten between your fingers. It was such a simple question, and yet—

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “But I’d like it to be something I choose.”

He nodded slowly, as if committing that to memory. It was a luxury he, himself, would never know—choosing. “That would be nice…”

A breeze slipped through the window, cool against his face. Somewhere outside, an owl called into the night. It felt like an omen to Jimin. But, once again, he found himself without the words to explain it to you. For that matter, he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was a good or bad omen anyway.

You pushed yourself up onto one elbow, glancing down at him with a sudden, conspiratorial spark in your eyes. “Come here,” you beckoned.

“I’m already here.” Jimin gestured vaguely with his free hand at the small area around him.

“Closer,” you insisted with a laugh. “Closer to me.”

He frowned, but shifted toward you, propping himself up as well. You reached into the pocket of your skirts and pulled out a narrow strip of gold ribbon—faded, a little frayed at the edges. “I took it from the sewing room,” you explained. “Don’t look at me like that—it was going to be thrown away anyway.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were,” you insisted firmly, though your smile took out the sting of the words. “Give me your hand.”

He did, without hesitation or asking why. You ripped the ribbon right down the middle, the frayed edges making it easy. You wrapped one of the ribbon halves loosely around his wrist, securing it with a knot, and then the other around your own. It wasn’t neat. It wasn’t ceremonial. Just a simple, worn golden ribbon made into two.

“What is this?” he asked finally.

“A solution,” you offered, tracing a finger lightly over the ribbon’s edge circling Jimin’s wrist. His eyes followed your finger as he hung onto every word. “A promise. You’re always saying how you’re going to be made to marry someone important, someone useful, someone you’ve never met.”

“That’s not exactly—”

“It is,” you said lightly, giving the knot a small tap with your finger. “Always some faceless woman from another place chosen just for you by the Council of Laurels. But, this is how we fix that, how we give you a choice…maybe.”

He finally forced his eyes away from the ribbon and looked up at you through his lashes, brow furrowing slightly. “Fix it how?”

You grabbed his hand, pinching his wrist between your thumb and forefinger. The ribbon caught the starlight as you held his arm aloft.

“It’s a promise, from me to you. If ever you are given the choice, just ask me, and I will say yes,” you explained, as if it were obvious.

He stared at you, unblinking. In all Jimin’s years of knowing you, growing alongside you on the apron strings of the many nursemaids within the castle, to watching you blossom into the witty and wholly complex girl of fifteen summers sitting before him, he’s always found you fascinating. And perhaps he did notice how pretty you’ve grown, too. Not that he could ever muster up the gall to tell you that. But, he’s fairly certain if he did get to choose…

“That is not—”

“But, why not?” you pressed. “You said it yourself—you don’t get to choose much. This way, at least you might get a say in one aspect of your life.”

“That isn’t how these things are decided.”

“Perhaps not, but maybe they should be,” you said with a small flash of stubbornness. “And anyway, it’s just a promise. Not a decree.” Your voice softened just a little as you held your wrist up next to his, making the ribbon seem as if it were one. “We’re still kids, we’ll make it real when it truly matters.”

He looked between his wrist and yours, at the thin golden ribbons mirrored there. Something settled in his chest—something was steadying about your words. You were trying to offer him some semblance of control in his life. It warmed him.

“You’re serious,” he said.

“Of course I am.” You gave him a brilliant, indulgent smile. “You don’t have to look so surprised.”

“I’m not surprised,” he said automatically, though even he knew it was clear he was.

“You are,” you said, pleased.

Jimin liked how easy it was to believe you. A little too much, perhaps. That was the dangerous thing. You spoke about escape as though it were not only possible, but waiting patiently somewhere beyond the mountains for the two of you to arrive.

Jimin huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. Then he grew still again, more thoughtful now. “If we say it,” he said slowly, “you can’t take it back.”

“I won’t.”

“And neither can I.”

“I know.”

“And if things change—”

“They always do,” you conceded without preamble. “That doesn’t mean we pretend this never meant something.”

Jimin studied your face in the soft light—absorbing the certainty there, the determination, the strange, bright sincerity of the look in your eyes. You believed in this, not in the way of court contracts or alliances, but in something simpler—and, somehow, harder to argue with. You believed in the ability to give Jimin a reprieve from what you know is the proverbial mountain that will soon rest upon his shoulders as heir apparent.

“Then we should say it properly,” he suggested.

You grinned, the twinkle of mirth back where it belonged in your eyes. “Properly?”

“As properly as we can manage,” Jimin amended.

You paused, considering, then nodded. “All right. You go first.”

He drew in a breath, suddenly aware of how ridiculous—and how important—this felt. “I promise,” he began, voice quieter than before, “that if I am ever made to marry—” he hesitated, then corrected himself, “—when I am made to marry, I will choose you. If I am allowed to choose at all.”

Your smile softened, but your eyes grew more intense. “My turn.” You shifted closer to Jimin, your knees pressing into his through the silk of your gown and the wool of his trousers. “I promise,” you said, “that if I ever have to marry—” you paused, mirroring him without quite realizing it, “—I’ll choose you. Even if I don’t have to.”

He blinked at that. “That seems unfair,” he said, a sardonic laugh eeking its way out.

“It is,” you agreed cheerfully. “I’m allowed a choice after all.”

He laughed—quieter this time, but real. The sound lingered, warmer than the night air. For a while, you both said nothing, letting your exchanged words build into something fathomable. The ribbons stayed where they were. It was light and unyielding against Jimin’s skin, a reminder of the words spoken with the stars as witness.

Eventually, your voice came again, softer now. “Don’t forget,” you implored, not quite able to meet Jimin’s eyes.

“I won’t.”

“You might.”

“I won’t,” Jimin repeated, more firmly.

“Swear it, before the old gods and the new,” you challenged, your eyes reflecting the stars from where those very gods may be watching.

Without hesitating, Jimin said, “I swear it. May the blade of Oris strike me down if ever I do forget.” And in that moment…he knew. Before you, duty had always felt inevitable. You were the first person who made inevitability feel negotiable. You made him imagine a life he was not supposed to want. Only, maybe he could? Maybe you were right.

Your eyes met his then, darted between them, searching. Whatever you found there must have satisfied you because you nodded, though something in your expression flickered—too brief for Jimin to name.

Through the window, the Archer stretched across the sky, pointing toward somewhere neither of you had ever been—a beyond of uncertainties. Below, a horse nickered softly, and in the distance an owl sounded once more, the night meandering on as it always had and would continue to do. And in the quiet space between who you were and who you would become, you and Jimin lay side by side, two wrists bound by a silent promise that felt, in that moment, more certain than anything else in all the world.

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He would be laying on the bed, his chest naked wearing only his pajama pants on. He’s waiting for you to sleep together. You’re getting ready for bed as usual, as he watch with a sleepy, loving eyes.

After you put on your favorite nightgown, you crawl on the bed towards him, his soft smile slowly forming on his pretty, full lips. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his nipples are visibly hard because of the cold summer night. His tattoo adorned his skin under his lower chest. He looks gorgeous like this, all splayed out on the bed with his arm lazily open, inviting you in so warmly.

“There you are, pretty girl.” He whispered as you lay your head down on his chest, pressing a soft kiss on your temple, snuggling so tightly against his side.

Your hands are itching to touch his body, you wanna feel all of him, kiss every inch of his soft skin. But jimin had a really long day today, came in exhausted and sleepy. After dinner, he immediately went to shower and collapsed on the bed wearily. You thought you would find him already asleep, but jimin always waited for you to get in bed, he always did.

“Jimin.”

“Yes, baby.”

“Are you going to sleep?”

“Hm.. maybe in a little bit. And you?.” He murmured against your head, his palm moved in slow soothing strokes over your waist, his thumb shyly tracing under your breast.

“..maybe in a bit too,” You mumbled, almost absentmindedly. Your gaze is focused on the waistband sat low on his hips, hinting at the faint V-shaped lines disappearing beneath the fabric. Lord. You want to touch his hips and delicate waist. The itch was getting harder to ignore, hes laying beside you so beautifully like a Greek god, you want to worship him so badly, but you really don’t wanna keep him up.

“Jimin.” You really don’t wanna..

“Hm.”

“Are you tired”

“What is it, my love.” The hand that was stroking your waist, slowly slide up your chin, titling your head making you look up at him. His eyes were so droopy and soft, his gaze drifting between your eyes and lips with quiet fondness. His thumb caressing your cheek oh so gently it made you melt in a puddle.

“What got you so flustered right now, hm?.” God. His gentle whispers sing to you like a melody. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your head right now. You were utterly defeated under the gentlest amount of affection. But no. You don’t wanna make it about you tonight, you want him to feel good and comfy. But you’re so embarrassed to ask, you never took charge in bed. He’s always been the one who take care of you and makes you feel so good you forget how to breathe for a second. And you wanna make Jimin feel the same way he makes you feel. You want to. You have to try.

“Can i.. maybe touch you?.” You murmured, looking at his lips unable to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah?, you wanna touch me?” Purring softly, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“How do you wanna touch me?”

“Like make you feel good and cozy..” god why is it so hard to ask for this, it’s not like you never touched him before.

He didn’t say anything, but his hand wrapped around yours, guiding it down his chest to his stomach.

“Touch me then.” He whispered so quietly you barely heard him. The hand guiding yours on his body made your heart skip a beat. His body was lean muscle— firm beneath your hand, yet impossibly soft to the touch.

Jimin let out breathy sighs, enjoying your warm hand on his spent body. You start kissing your way up to his neck, sucking on his delicate collarbone enough to not leave any marks there, your tongue darting out your lips as you settle on the side of his neck.

Your hand never stopping the desperate touches on his body, your thumb hesitantly brushing under his dark areola, wanting to touch his nipple.

“can i-“

“y/n, please.”

His voice shaking, you didn’t notice his heavy breath, or his hand tightening on your back, fingers gripping your nightgown so tightly. He’s deeply affected, and you didn’t even notice that.

“Please.. touch me everywhere, i want you to, i need you to.”

Intentionally, you stroke his nipple gently, testing if it’s okay to go this far.

“That’s it, touch me however you like. Good girl” he whispered in your hair, his hips rolling sensually into the air, as if desperately looking for any friction to relieve his aching throbbing cock.

You can see it jerk in his pants. The reaction was fascinating, every time you flick his bud, his cock flinch from the impact. This got you spring up. Making Jimin stay still for a second until he realized why the sudden movement; you throw your leg over his toned thighs, straddling his lap as you reach over his chest and flick both his nipples, making him arch towards your hands, loving your abrupt confidence.

“Ahh fuck.. keep going, you doing so well,”

His head is thrown back, your fingers twisting his hard buds making his breath hitching violently. He never thought you would be into this, considering how much you love being submissive, and since he loves his nipples being touched, he didn’t want to scare you off by asking you too much, always taking things so slow and thoughtfully.

Your hips reflexively rocking on his lap, his cock twitching with every sway. He’s trying to keep his voice down, you can hear it in the way he mewls, biting so hard on his lip. You love his little noises so much, but you want to hear it more clearly.

As selfish as it sounds, you still lean your head towards his chest, taking his left nipple between your lips, while tugging at his right bud. Making him yelp so loud you flinch away from him,

“Did i hurt you?? Im so sorry! Im sorry! I should’ve asked b-“

“No no it’s okay, please keep doing that,” holding your hands back to his chest, “you just caught me off guard, i loved it.”

“Are you sure?” Hesitant for a moment, “you sounded like you’re in pai-“

In a swift quick motion, he pulls your face down to his lips, shutting you up with a rough kiss. His mouth moving so fast you can barely keep up with him, but it felt so good. Sucking your lower lip into his mouth, sticking his tongue in your wet mouth, his hand threading through your hair, tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss. Hes devouring you. Both of you breathing in each other’s face, moans and lip smacks filled the quiet room.

“Please.. im okay .. just..” his lips struggling between kissing your sweet lips and talking to you.

“I loved it so much,” he leaned his forehead against yours, hands guiding yours on his chest again.

“Please” he’s almost crying now, very frustrated by the lack of attention your mouth has given, “your mouth on me.. please..”

Nodding your head once, you wrapped your lips around his nipple again, swirling your tongue around the taut bud, lapping at it, then suckling gently. Your hips proceeded its sensual pace, pressing harder on his pulsing cock, as your hands slide up and down his waist.

You switched to the other nipple, giving it the same lavish attention, sucking and laving until it was glistening and reddened. You experimented, grazing your teeth ever so lightly over the hypersensitive tip.

He screamed. A short, sharp, utterly unfiltered sound of overwhelmed pleasure. “Fuck! Do that again, please, I need it, I need you to—”

You do it again, a little less carefully, and his whole world seemed to short-circuit. His thighs are shaking, arms wrapped so tight around you, trying so hard to keep his voice low but failing. He’s shaking so hard you think he’s about to come.

You lifted your head, your lips wet, your own breathing ragged. You stared at the evidence of your effect on him, A wild spark igniting inside you. The sight of him all helpless and vulnerable, made you wonder if you’ll ever go back from this.

You looked down from his desperate, flushed face down to his visible bulge tenting his pants.

“Take it off for me,” gesturing toward his pants, you immediately obliged, sliding his pants down enough to free him. His cock sprang upwards, slapping against his hard stomach. Hes so pretty, thick and flushed a deep, angry red, the head already slick with pre-cum. You’d seen him hard before, felt him inside you, but never like this—on blatant, vulnerable display, completely at the mercy of your gaze and your touch. He was magnificent.

Tentatively, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around the base. The skin was silken hot, the shaft iron-hard beneath. You gave an experimental stroke, from root to tip, using the pre-cum as lubrication.

A ragged, punched-out groan tore from his throat. His eyes rolled back. “Yes. Just like that. A little tighter, baby. Squeeze harder.”

You adjusted your grip, firming your hold, and began to move your hand in a slow, steady rhythm. You were utterly focused, studying every minute reaction; the jump of a vein under your thumb, the way his balls drew up tight, the flutter of his stomach muscles with every pass of your hand over the sensitive head.

“Talk to me,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me how I feel.”

You were so deep in your concentration you’d forgotten to speak. “You’re… so hard,” you murmured, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears. “So hot in my hand. You’re leaking everywhere.” You swiped your thumb over the slit, spreading the moisture, and he cried out, his hips bucking up into your touch.

“More,” he sobbed. “Please, more of that. Use your other hand. Touch my balls, be gentle, just cradle them…”

You obeyed, your movements becoming more confident as you followed his desperate, explicit directions. You learned the rhythm he liked—a twist of your wrist on the upstroke, a teasing press under the head. You learned where he was most sensitive—the frenulum, which made him sob when you rubbed it, and the tight seam of skin connecting his balls to his shaft, which made his whole body convulse when you stroked it.

“I’m not gonna last,” he warned, his words slurring together. “You’re too good. You’re milking me so good, just with your hands. Please, baby, I wanna come. Can I come? Please let me come.”

The sight of him bubbling and begging for you to let him come is so addictive, makes you want to give him all the pleasure he deserves.

“Come for me, jiminie,” you heard yourself say, your voice low and surprisingly steady. “Let me see it.”

It was all the permission he needed. With a shattered cry that was more sob than shout, his back arched violently off the bed. Thick, hot stripes of white painted his stomach and chest in frantic pulses, some even reaching his heaving pecs, mixing with the sheen of sweat and saliva already there. His body shook through the violent aftershocks, his thighs trembling, his toes curling.

You kept your hand moving, gently, through the very last tremor, until he was oversensitive and whimpering, pushing weakly at your wrist. You released him, sitting back on your heels, your own heart hammering, your core throbbing with a sympathetic, aching need. You looked at your hand, sticky and glistening, then back at him.

He was a vision of utter debauchery. Spent, panting, covered in the evidence of his own release, his sensitive nipples still peaked and wet from your mouth. His eyes were closed, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He looked completely, utterly ruined.

“Wait.” Before he can question you, you jumped out of the bed, pattering across your dresser, reaching for the wipes cleaning your hand, then came back hovering over him again.

“Stay still,” you murmured. He obeyed immediately, his body going slack beneath your touch. A tiny smile tugged at his lips as you cleaned him up with slow, careful strokes.

Hes in awe, how adorable and gentle you take care of him, he didn’t know he could possibly fall even more in love with you, but right now he’s utterly and completely obsessed with you.

“Baby you don’t have to-“

“You always clean me up afterwards,” you murmured.

He laughed under his breath, cheeks warming. “As I should.” His smile softened as he watched you. “But… seeing you do it for me feels unfairly nice.♡”

A/N: it’s my bday!!! Posting this as a gift for me and it would be even more nicer if i shared it with yall 💕

Hope y’all enjoyed!! Im absolutely obsessed with the reader!! I love awkward and shy characters.

Then some rapid movements in the water make you halt your steps. You turn your head to look at the ocean, seeing nothing at first, but bright blue scales catch your eyes.

Your heartbeat accelerates, your brain already thinking you're in some sort of danger. Are you?

Unexpectedly, a head comes out of the water, looking very much like a young man. You lose your balance and fall on your butt out of surprise, eyes widening as the person swims to you with a grace you've never seen in a human before.

It's like the water parts for him, letting him go everywhere he wants. He seems so majestic, his pink hair wet, some strands dangling in front of his eyes and sticking to the side of his face.

As he comes closer to the beach, you notice he has a beautiful pair of full lips and high cheekbones, being the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on. His perfect structured face isn't the only thing you notice; you also see his blue fish tail, his scales shining brightly.

Half human, half fish.

A siren.

"Hi." A sweet smile appears on his lips, eyes scanning your form from head to toe until coming back to your face.

"Hi..." You stutter, still not quite believing there's really a siren in front of you, talking to you as if this is a completely normal encounter.

His smile transforms into a grin, finding funny how scared you seem to be, yet still curious enough to stay here. He lays down, leaning onto his elbows, showing his really defined chest, the muscles of his biceps bulging slightly.

You gulp, watching his tail flap against the water, reminding you of how humans would sometimes kick their feet in the air while lying on their stomach.

"I'm Jimin, what's your name?" He asks and you're baffled at how soft his voice sounds, so sultry and flirty, but still manly, his tone deeper than yours. You tell him your name, still bashfully stuttering, face on fire. "What a pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Thank you," you reply, sounding almost like a whisper at how low you speak, but he still hears you, somehow. Perhaps his hearing is really sharper than humans.

"What are you doing here alone, pretty thing?" He questions, his teasing grin still plastered on his face. "You seem a bit ... fearful," he chuckles, his eyes looking at you playfully for some reason.

You shake your head, getting back up on your feet. You're not wearing any sandals, liking how the sand feels when you walk on it. "Just... Just taking a walk," you answer him, "I'm a bit surprised, that's all," you laugh nervously, wiping the grains of sand off your white sundress.

"Never seen a siren before, I suppose?"

"Not really," you faintly smile, agreeing with him.

"Not really?"

"Well, I've seen movies about mermaids... Heard legends, stories," you explain to him, stepping close to the edge of the water without realizing it — to his great pleasure.

"Mermaids are boring," he smirks, "Sirens are way better, don't you think?" He flirts and it does something to you. It's nice talking to him, you think.

You don't really know the difference, to be honest, but you agree, nonetheless. "I guess so."

"You're a good guesser," he flirts again and he does it so well, it's nice, really pleasing. "Why don't you come closer, hm? Wanna take a closer look at your beautiful face," he proposes, but suddenly something feels off. You don't know what exactly.

"R-Really?" You question, frowning your brows, a bit hesitant. Jimin isn't dangerous, nobody as pretty as him would ever hurt you, right?

"Yes," he breathes out, "Wanna know what colour are your eyes."

You nibble on your bottom lip, stepping closer to him, feeling the wet sand under your naked feet. The cold water touches your toes, standing inches away from Jimin.

But then, without suspecting anything, he grips one of your ankles and pulls harshly on it, making you fall backward. You let out a scream, hearing your heart beating loudly in your chest, ready to come out.

You try to crawl away, but he pulls you back with his tight hold on your leg, bringing you up to him. "W-What... What are you- Stop!" You yell, feeling betrayed, feeling trapped.

He manages to position you right in front of him, your thighs on either side of his head. "Do you know how much I crave the sweet taste of a pussy?" He tells you while holding your legs apart, your white dress now wet and transparent, the bump of your cunt covered by your baby blue panties.

You attempt to fight again, but he's way stronger than you. You start to cry, too vulnerable to not show your emotions.

"It's hard these days to get my hands on a little female human like you." His eyes are strained down on your covered core, his hands coming to get you rid of your flimsy pair of panties, throwing it away on the sand. "Not a lot of girls go on a walk on this part of the island. I must be lucky," he softly laughs, his hot breath fanning across your now naked pussy.

He looks at you, licking his lips like he's about to devour his meal. And that's pretty much what he's going to do. Eat you out till you can't think straight anymore.

"Sirens don't have that cute little thing," he says while passing his fingers through your folds, feeling a bit of your wetness. "They're not docile and innocent like you... They're not soft and warm," he purrs, grinning maliciously.

He traces the plush of your inner thighs and goes up to your tummy, feeling how hot your skin feels. It isn't as smooth as his own, but that's how he likes it. He loves the patch of hair on your cunt, it makes you even more adorable.

"Bet your little pussy tastes as sweet as you sound, pretty thing," he compliments, the hands laying on your hips making you shiver.

It's all he says before he dives in, burying his head between your thighs. His pink muscle toys with your clit, his index and middle finger playing with your slicks, spreading your arousal over your pussy.

The pads of his fingers dip into your hole, loving how wet you are already. He flickers your little bud with his tongue, eliciting high moans out of you, making you squirm under him, fingers sinking into the brown sand.

He flattens his tongue over your clit — keeping it kind of soft, not too sturdy — then moves it from side to side to create good friction. Your moans resemble screams, parting your legs wider unconsciously, bucking your hips upwards onto his face.

He groans lowly against your pussy, the sound coming from his throat, sending tingly vibrations through your body. The material of your dress is sticking to your skin, your nipples hard and perky, breasts falling on each side of your torso due to your lying down position.

The next thing he does makes your eyes roll back into your skull. He wraps his plump lips around your bud of nerves, sucking it avidly. It all feels ten times more intense when he circles your dripping entrance with the pad of his finger, teasing your pussy, feeling your hole quivering pathetically.

He senses your urge to be filled up entirely, be stuffed full of cock, but he unfortunately can't ease this desire of yours. Not at the moment, at least, he tells himself.

That might be the only reason he wishes he was human, sometimes. He's always wanted to be able to be inside of a woman, make her orgasm this way, feel her clench around him. Maybe if he trades his tail for legs, but he doubts life on earth will satisfy him as much as life underwater does.

You soon cum on his tongue, thighs shaking beside his head, pink muscle lapping at your sensitive clit to drive you off your high. You softly moan his name, probably in the sweetest tone he's ever heard a girl say it before.

After that, he doesn't waste anytime to lift your dress over your chest, immediately taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You cry at the new sensation — a bit too much for you and your tolerance, but it's not like you have the strength to push him off.

You feel his scales touching your thighs, his abdomen laying over yours. You let him play with you, this being clearly more pleasuring to him than to you. It does feel good, but Jimin is the most satisfied one with the situation, obviously.

He lets go of your tits to hover over you, looking into your eyes, as if searching for something — an answer, a decision. He wants you, wants more, but it isn't possible.

"We'll see each other again, pretty thing," he promises, his breath hitting your skin, giving a warm kiss to your cheek.

You were lucky until now, avoiding his traps and running faster than him. But what you prayed wouldn't happen happened; he succeeded to capture you, both of your feet tied with barbed wire. Moving just a muscle was painful as hell, and so you had no choice but admit defeat.

He drags the tip of his dagger down the side of your throat, going down to the valley of your breasts. Your outfit doesn't allow you much privacy, wearing a low cut dress, tits pushed up on your chest because of your corset.

"Or do I rape you?" He says in a low tone, his proposition making goosebumps appear on your skin. "You choose, princess," he sweetly smiles, as if this situation is anything sweet.

You feel the sharp blade on your skin, reminding you that you aren't in control — in fact, you're so far from it. You wonder if the last proposition is just so the first comes a bit later, but you know you don't want to die. You're sure of it.

You feel your eyes starting to water, staring back into Jimin's pitiless eyes. He thrills off of this. "R-Rape me, please," you answer shamefully, but still seeing this as the best option. He may scare you, it doesn't mean you're not attracted to him.

He laughs in your face, bringing the blade up to your chin again. "Fucking slut. Giving me your body without a second thought," he mocks you and it makes you even more embarrassed. "Thought you had more dignity than that, baby."

You whimper when the dagger presses down on your throat, the sound almost arousing to Jimin. He licks his dried plump lips, eyeing your sitting form up and down, your dress hiked up over your plushy thighs.

"If you insist that much... I'll fuck your dirty pussy, princess, don't worry about anything else." He hooks a finger under your décolleté and pulls you away from the cage you were previously locked up in, guiding you over the dark wooden floor of his basement.

You follow him on your knees, very aware of the dagger he's still holding in his other hand. He instructs you to turn around and lay on all fours, ass up in the air, face on the floor.

When you're in the position that he wants, he doesn't waste time to pull the skirt of your dress over your butt, revealing to him your black lace panties. You shiver, feeling the cold blade running over your cheeks and thighs.

Then, you hear him throwing the dagger on the floor, but the idea of trying to reach it doesn't even cross your mind. Your heart starts to accelerate when he pulls your panties down, your cunt now uncovered and at his mercy.

He unbuckles his belt hurriedly, taking his hard cock out, pushing the head immediately at your entrance. Your core heats up, your body turned on and aroused. Your teeth begin to hurt, fangs growing, your inner vampire ready to feed itself. Though, you doubt Jimin will let you.

"Fuck, you gotta be fucking deprived to like this, baby," he humiliates you once again, cock stretching out your hole, burning at how thick and girthy Jimin is. "Pussy's drenched," he groans out, staring at where your two bodies meet, squelching noises resonating as he snaps his hips against your ass. "And fucking tight, shit."

You whine in response, canines poking your lips, too long to keep them in your mouth. His fingers dig into the fat of your hips, clashing your ass to his thighs, sounds of skin against skin echoing into the room.

You can hear his heavy breaths behind you, gritting his teeth as he feels you clench and unclench around his stiff member. There's a white circle around the base of his cock, your pussy literally creaming his dick and he moans at the sight, even more turned on.

"You like it when I rape your dirty, little pussy, hm, princess?" He rasps out, driving his cock into your wet cunt. He can see your fangs and he loves to know that it hurts you to not sink them into human flesh right now, desperate for a little blood.

"Yes, but please," you babble out, teary eyes looking into the void, enduring his harsh hip thrusts on you.

He chuckles before breathing out, "Please what?" He spanks your ass, making the globe of flesh bounce up.

"Thirsty," you cry and glance over your shoulders, meeting Jimin's crazy and cruel gaze. "Please, sir," you beg again, hoping it'll make him give in to your whims.

"Shit," he curses out, anger dancing in his eyes, or maybe desire. "Shut the fuck up," he spits at you before taking a hand full of your hair, bringing your torso up to his clothed chest. "You're stupid and desperate, I don't want your teeth near me, you fucking slut."

Though he doesn't want to give you a single droplet of his blood, seeing your pretty fangs poke into your bottom lip makes him go harder on you, cock twitching in you.

You moan out loudly at his harsh and deep thrusts, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. His hand travels your body, touching your hairy pussy and then going up to your belly button. He avoids your clit, refusing to give you any sort of orgasm, even though his cock head brushes over your sweet spot.

"Shit," Jimin curses under his breath before steadying his hips against your ass, emptying himself deep inside your cunt. "Take all of my cum into your dirty pussy, bitch." He takes a hold of your jaw, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, his eyes staring at it.

You flutter your eyelids, fighting to keep them open until he crashes his mouth down on you. He keeps pounding into you, releasing his thick and creamy cum into you, making sure you receive everything.

he passes a hand through his bleached hair, an elongated 'ah' of pleasure escaping his mouth followed by a hiss. his eyes are staring at the artificial pussy, bucking up his hips with his heels sunk into the cushions of the couch, watching his cock thrusting up into his fleshlight.

it makes some wet, squelching noises as he fucks his toy, moaning out at how good it feels, at how his dick slides in so smoothly — so perfectly. jimin likes it a lot, maybe more than his hand squeezing his cock, his foreskin following the movements of his palm when he jerks himself off.

he really likes it, it's so wet and tight, but he has to admit he misses the warmth of a real cunt. nothing can beat that, of course, however his fleshlight is a good alternative when he feels like playing with himself a little bit like right now.

he keeps fucking his fleshlight, staring at the way his engorged cock disappears then reappears as he moves the toy up and down, more wet noises echoing in the room.

he has to stop for a short moment, adding more lube, starting again as soon as his head enters the artificial pussy. he moans, hissing and breathing loudly, chest glistening in sweat. he feels it building up in his stomach, his high quickly approaching.

"ah-" he chokes out, "fuck." he groans, slipping out and watching his cock spurting out thick and long ropes of cum, landing on his tummy.

his hand holding his fleshlight falls to his side, chest heaving rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. he darts his tongue out to lick his dried plump lips, coming down from his orgasm.

he isn't a loser, at least that's what you'd say, others maybe would think so as he is reserved and a shy introvert, always reading a book or studying. until he met you, he was pretty much a virgin, and you grew to be more and more friendly to him.

all this feminine attention given to him was really foreign and being the shy guy that he is, he never had the guts to flirt with you and he didn't really know — and still doesn't — how to contain his growing sexual desires. tugging at his cock with his bare hand or fucking his folded pillow while thinking of your pussy covered in white panties that he's seen a couple of times under your skirt isn't enough.

and so one day where you're both hanging out in the university's library, you looking at the shelves, reaching for the book you need to write your essay, him following you behind, hands in pockets pretending as if he isn't staring at your small ass peeking from under your skirt, he'd suddenly pin you against the shelves and try to tug your panties down your legs.

you gasp, the book falling from your grasp and hitting the floor, heart beating faster as you attempt to stop jimin from whatever he's doing. you don't scream, maybe embarrassed at the thought of anyone finding you in this position, or because you've secretly been fantasizing about a situation like this with jimin.

"m-minnie," you'd shakily call him by the sweet nickname you've given him, your chest pressed against the shelves as he impatiently slides down your panties, letting the garment rest at your mid-thighs. "why are you... doing this," you'd choke on your tears.

he, of course, has no answer, feeling kinda guilty, but he knows that his desires just surpass him and that he can't really do anything about them other than follow his deep desire of fucking you raw.

that's how he'd find himself driving his cock into your pussy back and forth, his hips snapping against your ass, his hands holding your hips and lifting up your skirt over your butt. the sounds of his skin smacking against yours aren't loud enough to alert anybody else in the library, jimin's whiney voice reaching your ears, making you clench around his surprisingly girthy cock.

"sorry," he'd whisper in your ear, "I just can't handle it anymore..." would come more whiney apologies, his hips stuttering as he's just in an euphoric state, completely in love with the way your pussy feels so warm and tight around him. it's so new, so better than what he's dreamed of.

feeling his hot breath hit your neck, jimin quietly crying at how bad he needed this, at how good your pussy feels around his stiff member.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," his hips jerking forward, your hands gripping the shelf in front of you, jimin emptying himself inside of you till the last drop. he whines, laying his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, breathing heavily as your tummy is blown out by the stupid enormous amount of cum he spurted out in your cunt.