Deal - P.JM
📜Who: Park Jimin (BTS) x female reader 📜What: Comedy. Supernatural. Strangers to Friends to ??? Demon Jimin. Suggestive (18+). 📜Word count: 6.2k 📜Warnings: Food/how it reacts to the body is a pretty big theme in this. Multiple mentions of infertility. Sex is also a big theme, but there is no explicit smut. There is a vague scene with nothing described, however, and many references. Non-consensual filming. A couple very minor injuries. Mention of past dub-con (as in she said yes to stop her partner whining). Profanity. I think that’s it? 📜Summary:
Perhaps, you’re not exactly sane for this. Perhaps people are right about that. But you really can’t find it in you to care when the demon you summon looks like this.
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A/N- This was originally on my old account @/whipped-for-kpop-fics, but I decided to entirely rewrite it move it over to here.
From the get-go, everyone you know tells you it’s a stupid idea. That it isn’t worth the inevitably steep price tag. They say that no-one in their right mind would summon a demon to make a deal with at an unknown price, especially when the gain is nothing more than to consume as much as you desire without any negative consequences.
Regardless of what anybody says— including doubts about your level of intelligence for coming up with such a plan—, your mind isn’t swayed and you put your plan into action. To your utmost joy and relief, the spell goes perfectly, and there, in the middle of the rooftop of your apartment building, a figure appears.
Though, when the smoke clears and your eyes settle on the figure standing before you, you wonder, if maybe, you messed up somewhere. Never before have you summoned a demon— nor know anyone who has—, but you’re pretty damn sure that they’re not supposed to look like that.
“The rooftop?” the apparent demon questions, eyeing his surroundings in disbelief, while you simply eye him, because hot damn if you knew demons are this attractive, you would’ve summoned one years ago. “Are you going to actually respond to me, or just stare?” he mocks while raising his eyebrows at you.
“Sorry, your face distracted me,” you answer simply, and the demon sputters out a surprised laugh.
“Wow! You’re honest; I like that in my dammed souls.” He grins amusedly. “So, the rooftop? Why not your apartment? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of inviting a demon into your home.”
“Nah, it’s a shithole and I didn’t want to clean up.” You shrug, and once again, he laughs. “The rain will wash this away, meaning, I don’t have to.” It’s almost your favourite part of your plan, other than, you know, the actual deal.
“I’ve never heard a human admit to having such strong influence of sloth. Do you partake in any of the other seven deadly sins?”
“Well, a girl’s gotta have a balanced lifestyle, right?” You grin cheekily, and he laughs; a full-on belly-shaking laugh. It really makes him light up and you grin a little brighter in return.
“I like you, little human,” he admits, making you preen a little. “What’s your name?” You tell him, and he repeats it in a thoughtful murmur, as if committing it to his memory. “I’m Jimin,” he introduces himself as he steps across the summoning circle with his hand offered, which you don’t hesitate to shake once he’s close enough. “You’re not even scared of me, are you,” he realises.
“Why would I summon something I’m scared of? Do people often do that?”
“You’d be surprised.” He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. “I assume you called me here to make a deal of some kind.” You nod enthusiastically, lighting up as excitement courses through your entire being at the reminder of the deal you want to strike. “Okay, state your wish.”
“I want to be able to consume whatever the hell I want without any bad shit happening: no weight gain, no fat in my arteries, no acne, no illness of any kind. All that shit, I want none of it.”
For a second, Jimin just stares at you silently, as if waiting for you to tell him you’re joking and state your real desire. Yet, you don’t, and his expression drops into something nothing short of incredibly unimpressed. “Seriously?” he deadpans and you nod firmly. “Of all the things you could possibly ask for, you want to not gain weight?”
“Plus, the rest. Do you know how annoying it is to have to buy new clothes because I like chocolate and have zero self-control?”
“Why not ask for self-control?”
“Ew, no,” you immediately respond in utter disgust. “Then I won’t have all the food.”
“What’s so special about food?”
You blink at him dumbly a few times before managing to respond. “You mean…you don’t eat?”
Jimin shakes his head a little. “Demons feed on the souls we earn from deals.”
“You poor, poor man…demon…thing.”
“Thing?” he repeats incredulously. “Wow, you know you’re not tipping the scales in your favour, right?”
“You already said you like me! No take backs,” you declare with an extra cute grin.
Jimin stares at you for a moment before cursing under his breath and backing up. “Alright, whatever, you win,” he announces with a heavy exhale as he turns and saunters around the rooftop, taking in the view of the town below you.
“Wonderful!” You clap excitedly, already making a mental list of where to go first once the deal is struck, to take full advantage of your wish. “You know, once you grant my wish, we should hit an all-you-can-eat buffet,” you suggest.
The demon freezes in his tracks momentarily before he turns his head to look at you. “What?”
“We should go out to eat after this; take advantage of my new skill and give you your first experience of human food.”
“You’re inviting me to stay after the deal is struck, and go out with you?” You nod in confirmation, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and head tilting slightly as you take in the pure shock on his pretty features when he turns to face you fully. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” You nod again. “Why are you so shocked?”
“You do realise that you just invited a demon to hang out with you in a social manner?” he checks.
“Yeah, what of it?”
“There’s something seriously wrong with you, isn’t there?” He looks utterly serious, and you just giggle with a carefree little shrug. “Uh, I mean, I guess I don’t have anything important to attend to for a few hours,” he reasons after a few more seconds, agreeing to stay after the deal is done.
“Great! So, how does this happen?” you enthuse, moving slightly closer without thought as you clap your hands together eagerly, more than just a little excited to make the deal.
“We sign a contract.” Jimin opens his hand, palm facing skywards, and a wad of paper materialises atop.
“Are you fucking serious?” you gawp at the thick stick. “That’s a lot of paper.”
“I know.” He sighs heavily and closes the gap between you, holding the papers between you ready. “But humans have grown sneaky and love loopholes. The covers everything fully. I miss the days when it was a simple, straightforward exchange of goods.”
“And what goods are you asking from me in exchange for granting me my wish?” you enquire, raising an eyebrow as you look at him inquisitively.
“Your first born.”
“Not my soul?”
“You’ve already showcased two strong influences from the big seven, I do not want to eat that filth. No offence.”
“None taken, I guess. I wouldn’t want to eat it either,” you agree. “Why my first born?” you query as you start to scan your eyes over the top sheet of paper for the place to sign.
“Pure, untainted souls are the sweetest.”
“You want to eat my unborn baby’s soul?” He nods. “Ew. What happens to the body? Can humans live without their souls?”
“Uh, sort of.” He nods slightly. “They become kind of brain-dead henchmen loyal to the one who ate their soul.” You snort out a laugh. “What?”
“I’m just imagining you trying to get a bunch of newborn babies to do your evil bidding,” you answer, sniggering, the mental image growing more and more amusing the longer it remains in your mind.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Obviously, I let them age until they’re of use,” he retorts with a scoff— even if he’s tempted to allow a little giggle himself at the thought of baby henchmen.
“Well, just ruin my fun.” You pout, all laughter gone. “Where do I sign?”
“You’re still going to, even knowing what I want and what for?” You simply nod, and Jimin grins, holding his free hand out to you in request. “It’s a thumbprint I need.”
“Okay,” you agree and give him your hand, only jolting slightly when he pricks the very top of your thumb with his nail to allow a few drops of blood to seep out. “Guess the movies got that right; demons’ obsession with bodily fluids.” You make a disturbed face. “We’ve come a long way since back in the day; ink exists now, you know?”
“Ink doesn’t contain DNA,” he points out simply. His attention fiercely glues to your thumb as he carefully situates it over the correct place, before stamping your bloodied thumbprint onto the paper. When he lets go of your hand, you put your thumb straight into your mouth to lick the tiny wound. Jimin notices your action and gives you a questioning look yet says nothing before he draws his own blood to place his thumbprint next to yours.
You watch in awe as the blood from both of your thumbprints dance across the page until they connect and your blood mixes together. “Why’d it do that?” you wonder.
“We’re bonded regarding the contract now. I’ll know the second I can collect my prize.”
“So, what, you’ll appear in the birthing suite and take it from my vagina?”
“Ew, no.” He looks entirely disgusted and you snigger, feeling oddly proud that you managed to disgust a demon. “You really are strange.”
“Yes, well, you agreed to go out to eat with me. No going back on it now.”
“I never break a deal.”
“Good.” You grin pleased, and he smiles back at you, unable to prevent his cheeks from lifting.
Jimin doesn’t need to know that you’ll never hold up the deal, and not through choice of your own. You simply can’t conceive due to a childhood illness, so signing away something you’ll never have isn’t a problem for you at all. It’s not your fault that he assumed you’ll give birth at some point in your life.
“Can you like, zap up there? I don’t want to walk,” you request, trying to convince him with your cutest puppy-dog eyes.
“No.” He rolls his eyes and heads to the rooftop exit as you trail behind him whining.
“At least to the ground floor? Our elevator is broken.”
“The exercise will do you good.” You groan exaggeratedly, but say nothing more on the topic, just follow Jimin down the fourteen flights of stairs.
As you walk side by side— conversation flowing surprisingly free and easy between the two of you— neither of you are aware of the single letter mistype in the contract that has changed your deal into something neither of you could’ve ever expected.
Only three months after making the deal with you, Jimin feels his skin prickle, and you appear in his mind.
Not that you featuring in his mind is unusual. Since the two of you met, you’ve opened your home to Jimin and promised to show him many interesting human things that he’s missed out on while residing in hell. You always stick to your words too, even when he appears uninvited in the middle of your living room while you’re watching a movie. You simply just pull him down onto the couch at your side to make him cuddle you and watch whatever you have on the TV while eating the masses of snacks you always have littered around your home. Jimin has quickly grown to love movies— and TV in general— and every other day, he’ll be waiting on your sofa for you after work, with a film already on and your favourite snacks on his lap.
The two of have become friends over the past months, so it’s natural that you’re frequently on his mind. But the prickling is new in relation to you, and not something he thought he’d feel for many years to come. A demon’s skin only prickles when it’s time to collect on a deal.
Without thought, Jimin zeros in on your location in his mind, following the instincts the prickling awakens in him, to join you.
Upon settling in the human realm, he realises that he isn’t in your apartment, nor anywhere he’s been with you before. He certainly is in an apartment though, and it’s far cleaner than yours had been before he had gotten his hands on it. You hadn’t been exaggerating when you said your place was a shithole, and Jimin simply couldn’t just sit around in it, he had to clean it up. Ever since then, you’ve kept your home clean and Jimin realised that it’s not just that you were lazy, but more overwhelmed with where to start; but now that he’s made that step for you and is often around to help out, you find it much easter to keep your apartment clean and tidy.
Without any thought, Jimin stalks through the unknown apartment to the source or your familiar energy. When he throws the door open, a scream of surprise fills the air. Though it doesn’t come from you or Jimin, but instead the man thrusting into you without any sense of rhythm as you stare up at the ceiling looking rather bored.
“Jimin!” you exclaim, pushing the man off you— and not even flinching when he falls to the floor with a loud bang that no doubt hurt, at least, his ego— to pull the covers up over your naked body. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
“Collecting on our deal,” Jimin answers in a mumble that’s confused, but laced with something else you don’t even try to name, too bewildered by his presence.
“What?” you question with a laugh. “I’m not giving birth.”
“I know.”
“And I’m certainly not pregnant either; I think I would’ve noticed that by now.”
“I know that.” He looks so confused. “Our bond told me to come here. A deal bond has never been wrong before; it’s impossible.” Careless to being in a stranger’s home— a stranger who had been giving you one of the worst lays of your life until Jimin interrupted—, Jimin stalks over to perch on the edge of the bed on your right side, the contract appearing on his lap. Curiously, you shuffle closer with the sheet still clutched to your body, to lean your chin on his shoulder and read along with him as he glides his pointer finger over the writing on the first page.
“Uhm, who the fuck are you?!” the man—the stranger— suddenly yells, now standing on the other side of the bed with a pillow held over his naked lap.
“Shut up, we’re reading,” you hush, flapping your hand towards the man in gesture for him to stop. With a weird sounding growl of annoyance, he slaps your hand away.
Instantly, Jimin’s head snaps around to glare venomously at the man. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your pathetic little arms from their sockets,” he warns sharply, then turns around before a response can even be formulated. A grin lifts your cheeks, and you shuffle closer to Jimin.
As a general rule, you always defend and protect yourself without anyone’s help. You were raised that way, to be entirely independent and fight your own battles, and you truly have never had a problem with that. In fact, you usually don’t like people jumping in and defending you without giving you a chance to do it yourself, but with Jimin, you don’t mind. Actually, you quite like having the demon defend your honour.
The man calls your name, making you look at him with a heavy sigh. “Who the fuck is he?!” he demands, pointing towards Jimin vaguely as if there’s anyone else who you could mistake him for talking about.
“The demon I made a deal with,” you explain simply.
Suddenly, he looks a lot paler, visibly turning weaker. “I thought you were joking…” he croaks. “You really made a deal with a demon…and now he’s in my apartment…on my bed…”
“Yes, so sit down and shut the fuck up, Kenneth,” you order, already turning your head back around to focus on the contract again.
“My name isn’t Kenneth,” he mumbles, but obediently does as told and sits on the edge of the bed all the same. You don’t bother to point out that you know his name isn’t Kenneth. Not that you can actually remember what his name is; this was supposed to be a meaningless one-night stand, so you didn’t see the point in focusing on his name.
“Wait,” you say when Jimin makes a move to flip the page over now that he’s done scrutinising the details carefully and found nothing to explain what’s going on. He stops his movement and looks at you curiously. “Did you not even look at the first line?”
“I looked,” he states, yet lets the page fall flat all the same, so that he can return his eyes to the very top line; one he had only skimmed due to knowing the typical first paragraph by heart. “What the fuck?!” he yells upon reading the mistake. “Are you fucking serious? I’m going to kill him; I am literally going to kill him,” he declares, then groans and flicks his wrist, so the contract vanishes and he can lean forward with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees.
“Who?” you ask curiously.
“Jungkook, the kid in contracts. He always does shit like this to me. He thinks it’s funny.”
“To be fair, it kinda is,” you muse with a giggle. “So…I don’t ow you my first born anymore?”
“No.”
“Well, honestly, it doesn’t make much of a difference anyway.” Jimin looks at you puzzled. “I’m infertile.”
“You’re what?” he asks, face falling as he straightens up. “You can’t have children?”
“Nope, never have been able to, never will be.” You shrug; you had come to terms with your childless fate a long time ago.
“You tricked me.”
“Not really. You never asked if I could conceive. Maybe you should do that next time,” you suggest, sympathetically patting his shoulder.
“Sure, I’ll ask next time,” he retorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes to top it off. “Any human I’ve encountered who cannot have children, has told me so.”
“Well, that’s their dumbass fault.”
“You can’t get pregnant?” Not-Kenneth repeats. Both you and Jimin look at him like he’s stupid.
“Yes, Kenneth, we’ve just been through this.” You sigh. “Try to keep up, sweetie.”
“My name isn’t–”
“She clearly doesn’t care what your name is, Kenneth,” Jimin responds flatly. “Why are you still here, anyway?”
“It’s my room!”
“And? We’re clearly in the middle of— Wait…” Jimin straightens up and eyes the room carefully. “I was called here for a reason.”
“Must be wrong, does this look like the set of a porno to you?” you scoff, watching as Jimin gets to his feet and approaches the shelving unit.
“Home sex tapes count,” he mumbles. “Did you give consent to be filmed?”
“I did not.” By this point, you’ve figured out what’s going on, and turn your attention to Not-Kenneth, who is trying to sneak out of the room. Though, before he can reach the open door, a small box flies through the air, clonks him on the head, and in an instant, he’s on the floor out cold. “Jimin!” you hiss.
“What? He filmed you without your permission, did you expect me to do nothing?” He’s not even the slightest bit apologetic as he walks over to the unconscious man sprawled on his front on the floor and picks up the decorative box designed to discreetly hide a camera from view. It’s clearly a security device used improperly.
“I’m not talking about him! You could’ve broken the camera!” you exclaim, holding your hand out. Jimin’s lip twitch up in amusement as he strolls over to hand you the box. “These are expensive, you know.” You open the box and pull out the device to check it over for damage. “It looks good to me.” You hum approvingly. “I’ think I’ll take this home, wipe it, and then sell it. Buy us a nice meal.”
“Alright, I’ll find your clothes,” Jimin agrees with a chuckle and gets to work locating your clothes.
“Is there any way to end the deal?” you ask, seated beside Jimin in a secluded little booth in the restaurant the two of you favour: the all-you-can-eat buffet that boasts a wide variety of options.
“No,” Jimin huffs, still prodding at his steak instead of eating it. He’s barely touched his first plate, while you’re pretty much on your fourth.
“Then stop being a little bitch and eat your food; you love that steak.”
“I know, I’m just…I’ve never lost out on a deal before. I’ve been working deals for thousands of your human years, and this is the first one that I’m not going to collect on.”
“Suck to be you.” You shrug carelessly, picking up your glass to wrap your lips around the straw.
“Your inability to be sympathetic astounds me,” he deadpans.
“I’d pretend to care, but I’m not that good of an actress.”
“True,” he agrees, and you can’t even be offended; you really are a terrible actress. “I really need to teach you to act.”
“You can act?” You snort out a laugh, and he pouts at you.
“Of course I can! Acting is just lying with everything in you. I’d be a terrible demon if I couldn’t lie.”
“True,” you concede, nodding a little.
“So, let me teach you.”
“Is this just a way of tricking me into making porn?”
“No.” He laughs lightly, and finally, he pierces a piece of meat onto his fork to put into his mouth and chew. “I’m sure I could get you to agree to that without trickery.”
“Yeah, right,” you scoff, then fully register what he said and look at him a little alarmed. “Wait…with you?” He nods simply, eyes on his plate as he cuts off another bite-sized piece of meat. “You’d have sex with me just to prevent you from losing out on a deal?”
Jimin stops what he’s doing to look up at you with glistening eyes. “You’re a genius. I hadn’t even thought of that.”
“Jimin, no.” You try to move away; his crazed look really isn’t sitting right in your stomach.
“Jimin, yes, is what you should be saying.” He slides across the seat smoothly to wrap an arm around your waist so that you can’t escape. “Come on, we’re friends, right?”
“Friends don’t make sex tapes together, Jimin.”
“They did in that film, what was it called? The one where they make porn so they can afford rent?”
“If you hadn’t fallen asleep during it, you would know that they realised they were in love. Friends don’t have sex, and they certainly don’t make sex tapes, because there’s a risk someone will get hurt.”
“Oh, come on, it’s just once, no-one will get hurt. You don’t even have to do anything…Okay, no, that’d be boring. You only have to do the bare minimum; I’ll do all the hard work.”
“No, Jimin.” He whines cutely and pouts at you while widening his eyes. “No! Why did I have to teach you the puppy-dog eyes?!” you whine dramatically while trying to cover his face with your hands, but he keeps dodging. “A demon shouldn’t be so fucking cute.”
“Pwease?” He begs, and you shriek, literally shriek, at his cute tone. He flinches and lets you go for a second to protectively bring his shoulders up to his ears. Of course, you try to escape, but a human can never be faster than a demon. Jimin’s hands grab your hips and he pulls your body straight up onto his lap, so that you’re straddling him and your chests are pressed together.
“Jimin!” you gasp, cheeks threatening to turn pink. How dare a demon get you so flustered?!
“Come on, Y/N. I granted you the power to eat whatever you want without any negative repercussions, the least you can do is let me keep my perfect stats.”
“It’s not as simple as that. This is sex, Jimin; this is recording sex. I don't have follow up meetings with my fucks, why do you think I was with a guy who lived in an entirely different area than me? I don't like to see the guys I fuck again.”
“Why not?” His head tilts slightly as his eyebrows furrow with confusion— one of at least a handful of your habits that he’s picked up over the past months without even realising it.
“I just…don’t.” You look away, refusing to meet his eye, and further avoid the question. “Let’s just go; I’m tired.” Jimin doesn’t try to hold you still when you climb off of this lap and slide to the very edge of the booth, ready to leave.
“You always eat more than this,” he mutters as he looks at your plate with eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“I’m not hungry.” You still don’t look at him. For the first time since you met, you look like any other human; full of insecurity. Jimin’s never seen you like this, and honestly, he hates it. You look so weak. This isn’t the woman he’s grown so fond of.
“Okay,” he concedes, getting out of his own seat, and the two of you leave with the payment settled quickly.
On the walk back to your apartment, neither of you say a word.
Just as you unlock the front door, Jimin speaks up, “I’m sorry.”
You turn to look at him confused. “For what?”
“Pushing you to make a sex tape with me. Clearly, you don’t want to.” Once again, you divert your gaze from him, unable to face him during this topic. “Can I at least know why? You can just not want to, of course. I just want to know if…if it’s me?”
“What?” you laugh, looking at him in disbelief. “How can it be anything to do with you?”
“I don’t know, maybe you’re not attracted to me anymore. I know you were when you summoned me, but…maybe that was more surprise.”
“Jimin, you’re the most attractive person I’ve ever seen,” you state firmly, really not liking this strange insecurity on the beautiful demon. “It’s not because I’m not attracted to you; I find you too attractive it’s pretty much unfair. I kinda wanna be a demon so I can be that hot.”
“Shut up,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “If you became a demon and got our unnatural beauty, no-one would ever stand a chance. You put a lot of demons to shame with your human beauty, Y/N, adding more would give you too much power.”
“Okay, that’s a lie, but that’d be pretty fucking cool,” you decide with a grin, and he smiles in return— these days, he seems incapable of not smiling when you are.
“So, it’s not me? At all?”
“Nope.”
“Swear?”
“I swear, Jimin.”
“Is it something you want to talk about?” You immediately shake your head. “Okay, but if you ever do, you can talk to me, you know?”
“What’s this? A demon offering a comforting shoulder?” You gasp dramatically. “What would Lucifer say?”
“He’s actually a really good guy; you guys have it fucked up. He was an angel once too, you know?”
“I know.” You laugh. “He just wanted the love he deserved.”
“I really hope he’s not listening right now, because he’d definitely try to take you for his own if he heard you say that.”
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” you state, and he just grins cutely at you. “Well, are we going inside or not?”
“Is it okay if I do?”
“You never usually ask.”
“I know, but…I don’t want to overstep tonight. I fear I already have,” he admits, frowning slightly in worry.
“The sex tape thing? Nah, don’t worry about it,” you dismiss with a wave of your hand, and finally, he allows you to turn and enter your apartment. “Just know it won’t ever happen.”
“Because friends don’t have sex?” he repeats your earlier words while following you inside, making sure the door shuts properly behind him, knowing that it has a habit of opening itself if not pushed firmly shut.
“Partly. I mean, I guess our friendship is a little different to most,” you say as you plop down on the sofa. “Most humans will never even meet a demon, let alone befriend one.”
“Demons aren’t in the habit of making friends with humans either,” he admits, walking past where you’re sitting on the sofa to enter the kitchen.
“Why did you? Make friends with me, I mean,” you wonder.
“You’re not like most humans; you’re entertaining,” he answers as he opens the fridge to grab two cans of drink from within.
“I’ll take that if I get nothing more.”
“I’m not inflating your ego further,” he laughs, returning to the living room to sit beside you and place one can into your awaiting hand. “So, if friendship is only partly the reason you won’t make a sex tape with me, what’s the rest?”
“Being recorded,” you finally admit, giving in to his question. You figure if you can be honest with anyone about this, it’s Jimin, your literal demon of a best friend. Sometimes, you wonder if it makes you really messed up to be closer to a demon than any human; but then you look at Jimin and decide you’ll always pick him first, regardless of how mess up it makes you. “I’m not confident in my skills. My first relationship was with a guy who wanted to fuck more than I did, and it was just easier to lie back and let him do what he wanted than hear him bitch and moan. So, now, I don’t really know what to do.”
“What?” He looks at you is disgusted disbelief. “How can someone pressure another into sex like that? Consent is everything.”
“You’re a fucking demon; can you stop being a better human than every guy I’ve ever dated?” you almost deadpan, but you’re genuinely a little amused by the truth behind it.
“Maybe you should date a demon instead then. Human men sound disgusting.”
“Yeah… So!... Got any cute demon friends to hook me up with?” you joke, and he scoffs harshly. “What?”
“I’m not letting any of my friends near you.”
“Why not?” You pout, crawling over on your knees to cuddle up to him cutely, resting your chin on his upper arm. Jimin lifts his arm and wraps it around you, holding your body to his, and that’s all that he needs to do to have you drop the topic.
For a few moments, the two of you remain in a calm, cuddled quiet, Jimin mindlessly tracing protective symbols on your arm with his finger— symbols that he has many times mentally debated asking you to let him mark you with, but he’s never had the nerve to ask because he knows how much that means, even if he knows you won’t have any idea the relevance.
When he realises that he’s been tracing a particular symbol— designed to connect two lives for all eternity— on your arm, Jimin quickly stops and returns to a previous topic to distract himself before he can let his subconscious urges win and accidentally let his demonic magic out, and the tracing to become real marks. “So, back to you being a good friend and allowing me to keep my perfect streak–” You sigh heavily, and he giggles. “If I teach you what to do, will you agree?”
“Surely that would be multiple sex sessions,” you point out.
“I’d only tape one.” You don’t respond. “So?” he prompts after a few seconds, nudging you gently.
“If I agree, will you leave and never come back?”
“What?” He adjusts to look at you as if you’re utterly batshit insane. “No way! We’re friends, Y/N, I won’t leave you.”
“Even though you’d have your end of the deal?”
“I’m not leaving unless you don’t want me anymore,” he promises firmly.
“Okay.”
“You agree?” He beams, looking very excited.
“No. You need to win me over.”
“What?” he whines. “Y/N! Why are you making things so hard?”
“I thought things need to be hard,” you snigger.
“My cock, yeah.” His blunt words make you shut up and your temperature to abruptly increase. “I can feel you blushing,” he teases, tightening his arm around you to hold you a little closer while he grins. “It’s going to be easy to seduce you.”
“I’m not going to give in easily. You need to earn me, buddy,” you state, poking at his chest pointedly.
“Challenge accepted.”
Jimin gives you exactly 72 hours to “prepare yourself mentally for the intense sexual need to jump on my dick”, in his own words.
Though, he hadn’t told you his timeframe, so you spend the three days going about your life while expecting him to jump out from every corner in a leopard print thong and slicked up in baby oil. Why you expect that, you have no idea, but it amuses you to no end. Honestly, if he does appear in such a way, you’re pretty certain you’ll be too busy laughing to react any other way.
When Jimin does return to your home, he isn’t wearing anything out of the ordinary, and you can’t lie, you’re a little disappointed. You want to see him in skimpy undies, all slicked up. Maybe you can suggest that if this work sex thing goes well. At the very thought, you snort out a laugh.
“What?” Jimin frowns, crossing the kitchen to stand on the other side of the island as to where you’re making one monster of an ice cream sundae. “Why did you laugh as soon as I arrived?”
“Nothing, just a funny thought.” You grin. “And totally unrelated question, entirely innocent here; do you happen to own a leopard print thong?”
“A what?” he gawps. “Why would you ask that?!” You just giggle. “Wait, is that what you’re into? Men in animal print thongs?”
“No, not really.” You shrug, turning your attention back to the copious number of M&Ms that you’re carefully placing onto the dessert to prevent them falling off. “So, do you?”
“No.”
“Okay.” You nod slowly. “How about boxers we could cut into a thong?”
“I thought you’re not into it?”
“I’m not, I just think it’d be funny,” you admit.
“Were you imagining me in a leopard print thong when I arrived? Is that what you were laughing about?” You grin up at him innocently. “You’re so weird.” He chuckles, pinching a chocolate from your bowl to pop into his mouth.
“You can imagine me in one in you want.” He almost chokes on his sweet. “That bad of an image, huh?”
“I’m supposed to be seducing you, not the other way around!” he argues, pointing at you with one hand accusingly and using the other to rub his chest.
“How is that seducing you?”
“You just said I can imagine you in skimpy underwear,” he points out.
“Well, I mean, you can if you want, I can’t exactly stop you from doing so,” you reason logically with a shrug as you close the bag of chocolates to return them to the fridge.
“Would you be upset or feel awkward if I did?”
“Not really, no.”
“Oh, okay.”
You hesitate for a second before turning to look at him curiously. “Have you?” Jimin blinks at you rapidly for a few seconds then looks down, pretending to find interest in the non-existent dirt under his fingernails. “You have!” you gasp, giggling, and skip over to lean on the counter opposite him. “How do I look in your mind? Am I hot?” He nods a little shyly. “Sweet.” You grab a spoon and scoop a large amount of the mix of ice cream, sweet sauces, and sweet treats into your mouth. “You should probably lose your plan to seduce me, so you don’t ruin that pretty imagination of my almost naked body in your mind.”
“Or I’ll continue so that I can replace my imagination with a memory of you entirely naked.” He smirks at you, before bursting into laughter upon taking the ice cream smeared around your mouth. “Wow, Y/N, that is definitely one way to stop a human male from wanting to fuck.”
“My sex appeal is endless,” you snigger around a mouthful of food. “Wait. You said human, as in, not you?”
“Exactly. You could be covered head to toe in sundae, and I wouldn’t be put off.”
“You’re fucking weird, man.”
“You’re the one who turned me onto human food. I could simply lick the remnants from your skin. A delicious meal smothered in a delicious treat sounds perfect to me.” His smirk is nothing short of panty-soaking seductive. You grab your ice cream to stalk off into the living room in hopes that he won’t catch sight of your burning cheeks, but, of course, he already has. Jimin smiles in amusement and joy; he gained a reaction from you, even if you tried to hide it.
With a pleased and excited skip to his step, Jimin follows you into the living room with determination buzzing under his skin; determination to seduce you, and he’s pretty confident it won’t be very hard to achieve. He’s excited to find out just how pretty you’ll look under him on video when he’s achieved his goal.
Even now, as he sits at your side on the sofa— more interested in watching you stuff your face than the movie playing— he knows this is going to be his favourite deal he’s ever made.
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